#sorry i didnt answer this earlier! school /neg

[aquatofam]

Are Poppy and Ivy twins?

Poppy: What?! No you're not! I am!

Ivy: Nuh uh.

Poppy: Yuh huh!

Ivy: NUH UH!

Poppy: YUH HUH.

Snapdragon: They do this all the time...

[cardboardscustom]

unrequited love

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

warning: angst, cheating, mentions of suggestive acts

synopsis: Kuroo and (Y/n) had been high school sweethearts since the beginning of his third year. They had been known as the couple that had stayed together through thick and thin, and by the time they were 22 had owned an apartment together. Yet, (Y/n) could feel her boyfriend slowly growing distance, losing interest in the spark that (Y/n) hoped to remain.

tag list: @uacrack

a/n: hi everyone- yeah, i’m inconsistent, I didn't really have a plan for this account and I’m sorry, but I have a lot of ideas to write about so I’m hoping to get through them! I don’t really like the ending but- ehhhh- Its another angst, oops- anyways, enjoy!

A camera was focused on thousands of blossoms adorning branches upon the large sakura tree’s, picking up on the blooming flowers embellished in soft pinks and angelic whites. Light seeped through the crevasses between the petals, cascading down to the earth and warming small patches of grass. A petal blew stray from a sakura tree and the camera lifted to a (h/c) woman, who flashed a small peace sign to the lens. Her bright face soon gawked at a comment that was unheard to the camera, both her and the camera whipping to face a raven haired male who lay on his back, arms crossed behind his head to act as a cushion, a cheshire smile on his face.

“Tetsu, that is not a croissant! Its totally a duck!” (Y/n)’s laugh bubbled, camera moving from her boyfriend to zoom in on the cloud that had a small resemblance of a duckling. The camera fumbled a moment before it was placed down a few feet away from the couple, the distance enough to both capture the couple on screen, and have an easy access to hear them. (Y/n) went back to laying on her stomach, delicately weaving her fingers through the blades of grass as she looked at her boyfriend, earthy green strands gently caressing her soft palms. Kuroo chuckled deeply and shook his head, his hand reaching up to point at the cloud that was out of frame. His voice soon rose and could be heard distinctly.

“No way, kitten. That has to be a croissant, you’re just caught up on cute animals.” (Y/n) laughed, gently bumping his hand with hers as she rolled on her side to face him. She brought her hand up again and gently poked Kuroo’s stomach, giggling to herself as she teased, “Maybe you’re seeing a croissant because you’re always so hungry!”

The camera focused on the two as Kuroo grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and flipped her over, tickling her sides with his calloused fingers.

It soon cut off to the sounds of (Y/n)’s squeals and Kuroo’s mischievous cackles.

You smiled bittersweetly at the camera’s display screen, thumb brushing over the weathered buttons, specifically the one that would allow you to re-watch the adorable video for probably the thousandth time. You had been going through the camera’s hundreds of photos and videos for the past few hours, the sweet feeling of nostalgia coursing through your body when you first picked up the camera, and you couldn't ignore the urge to reminisce of you and your boyfriends earlier memories. If you were to be honest with yourself, you and your boyfriend hadn't been as connected as you had been back then. You hated to admit it, but you felt as if there was a gap between you and your boyfriend, one that grew with each passing day.

Despite that, you clung on to the idea that this was just another one of those things that will come and go in a relationship. You had hoped that you and your boyfriend could dive back into the past with one another, but he had left you alone in your living room, rather wanting to be in your shared bedroom. You shook off the sinking feeling that bubbled in your stomach as soon as you heard the soft padded steps walking in down the hall, butterflies soaring in your stomach at the sight of your boyfriend looking so nice.

He wore a deep blue button up shirt that neatly tucked into the waist of his black plants. A sleek black belt supported them, with the added sleek black shoes. He fumbled with the collar of his button-up for a moment, stopping to grab the dark brown jacket that hung on the wall. He began to slide his arms through the sleeves, your heart rate rising like it did when he first asked you out at the beginning of your third year. You cleared your throat, fingers raking into the plush cushion of your couch as you clumsily fumbled with your words. 

“T-tetsu... you look really nice... um, are we going somewhere...?” You asked, false hope building up until it passes you. He had been cancelling dates for months, up to the point where it was a rare occasion. He had blamed his work schedule and a lack of sleep, or even saying he was just not in the mood, but you held a high ground and supported him endlessly. Your boyfriend jumped at your voice, as if he hadn't even noticed your presence when he first entered the room. He flashed his signature apologetic smile as he tugged on his jacket to flatten it out, talking as he brushed his fingers against the rough fabric of the jacket.

“Sorry baby, not tonight. Kenma called, said he, Bokuto, Tsuki and some other high school pals are all preparing to send Tsuki off for college, wanted to throw one last bro’s night before he leaves us for good, ya know?” Your heart dropped at his words, a lump forming in your throat. You forced all negative feelings down and instead nodded, putting up a cheerful front to hide the bitter feelings that bubbled within.

“Really...? Oh, well, have fun! Please tell them that I miss them and said hi, okay?” You requested, not surprised as you were easily able to mask your disappointment with your fake bubbly attitude. He only hummed in response, a part of you feeling like he hadn't even tried to register your words as he slipped his keys, phone and wallet into his pocket. You stood from your cozy seat on the couch to embrace him in a hug, expecting his strong embrace to enclose you and tighten all those loose feelings, though the hope shattered as gave a mere head-pat. Looking up to him, you smiled warmly. “Text me when you get there, ‘kay? It's late out!” You forced a laugh, him sharing a short laugh in return. He looked so uncomfortable, as if you had done something wrong. Your arms seemed to go slack at that.

“Yeah, maybe...” Kuroo brushed you to the side, not noticing the broken look that crossed your features as he walked away. Hoping to get some kind of positive reaction out of him, your further wrapped yourself in his hoodie and waved to him. “Bye, I love you!” You called, but the only response you got in return was the click of the door that shut behind Kuroo.

Standing alone in the living room felt much more different than it had all of the other times Kuroo had been gone. The apartment that once buzzed with a comfortable atmosphere and security felt cold, unfamiliar. 

You don’t know when you ended up back on the couch, but you were there. You were sunken deep into the tanned soft cushions, head up against the armrest as you stared off at the TV blankly. You had turned it on for a distraction, but the sound was drowned out by the overbearing thoughts that plagued your mind. You only sunk further into the warm embrace of the large blanket you wrapped around yourself, hand snaking out from under the blanket to grab your phone. Turning it on, your eyes landed on the happy faces of you and Kuroo goofily smearing paint on each others faces, you having been in the middle of taking a selfie when he came up from behind you and smeared a large stroke of red on your cheek, to which you dragged a brush of blue across his nose. You smiled bitterly at the memory, unlocking your phone and dialing Kuroo’s number. When he didnt answer you let out a puff of air, opting for the more responsible of the two and searching for Kenma’s contact.While you would feel guilty for calling him so late at night, he was with Kuroo and the rest of the boys, they must have been keeping him awake somehow. 

It only took two rings before the boy answered, his voice as quiet and tired as ever, most likely from the long nights of editing and gaming for his youtube channel.

“Hello...?” Kenma’s voice rang, earning a small chuckle from you. You leaned back into your blankets and turned down the volume of the TV, sitting cross-legged to be more comfortable.

“Hi Kenma, how’s it going?” You thought it was best to stray away from Kuroo for a second, happy to talk to a friend after so long of being inside. You chuckled at the light groan of response he gave, he had been a lot more open with you rather than hiding in his shell.

“Hey (Y/n)... it’s fine, I’m editing the video thats supposed to go up tomorrow... why are you calling so late...? It’s nearly 12.” His voice came, and you hummed in surprise. “I was calling because Kuroo never texted me when he got to your house... its admirable you’re able to edit during a party, but you should get off your computer and spend time with friends! Isn’t Hinata there?” You questioned, absentmindedly tracing circles into the armrest. A disgruntled noise came from the other end, a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction, most likely at your words of ‘get off your computer’. Nevertheless, his groggy voice traveled through with a response.

“What do you mean? What party?” Now you had been confused, a small ‘wha-’ whispered from you before answering with a nervous chuckle. “Tetsu said you and some friends from high school were taking a night to celebrate Tsuki getting into college... that is what's happening, right...?” Your mouth felt oddly dry as a sinking feeling slowly welled up in your chest, awaiting Kenma’s response that felt as if you were waiting years for the words to fall from his mouth.

“...(Y/n), there wasn't a party tonight... Tsukishima had his party a few weeks ago... wh-” You didnt hear the rest of his words as a drilling sound of ringing pounded in your ears, and your heart rate increased. Immediately you had an idea of what was going on, and all hope that was inside of you shattered into unfixable pieces.

“...n)...(Y/n)...!” Kenma’s voice startled you back to reality, never having heard his voice raised, even if it was just barely. You breathed in and sighed, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. You hadn't known, but Kenma's blood was boiling in spite for his childhood friend, never having expected this side from him. “Sorry, Kenma... I have to go now! I’ll call you later, okay? Please drink some water and take care of yourself!” You laughed, and Kenma cringed because of how broken it was. You sounded so uneasy and it pained him, but he allowed you to leave it at that, knowing you would call him the next day. If not, then he would call you.

Your phone slid from the palm of your hand, landing atop the couch with a quiet thud. There was a loud ringing in your ears, loud enough to deafen the light hum of the television, and loud enough to stop you from hearing how shallow your breaths were becoming. You had fallen out of this shattered state at the sound of keys rattling on the doorknob, finding yourself naturally collecting all signs of unhappiness and hiding them away. You listened as Kuroo whistled to himself, slowly getting closer. When he saw you, still on the couch, wrapped in one of his old sweatshirts and a large blanket, he seemed surprised. He quickly covered it up with his signature smirk and began to take off his jacket. 

“Hey, baby.” He greeted, quickly walking passed you and over to the closet ti hang his jacket back up. You hummed to him in response, taking a moment to think to yourself before sighing. “Tetsu... can we talk?” 

Kuroo seemed to almost be bothered by the question, taking a white coat hanger and sliding it inside of his jacket while sighing heavily. “Can you save it for tomorrow? The party has me beat.” You bit your lip to his dismissive response, choosing to stare down at your bunny slippers instead. You took in a small inhale, and ever so gently did you say

“We should break up.”

Kuroo dropped both his jacket and the coat hanger, the items falling to the floor. The plastic coat hanger sprung from the inside of the jacket and clattered to the ground. His head slowly turned to you, attempting to clear the lump in his throat by clearing it. 

“Wait, baby- why-- why so sudden? What happened? I thought we were doing great, you know-” He stumbled on his words, though you interrupted him before he could continue.

“...Kuroo, we haven't been “great” for a long time and you know it.” Your voice was so quiet you thought he couldn't hear, attempting to hide the pain in your voice as tears welled in your eyes. You hopes he would understand yet he let on, stepping towards you until he was in front of you, his heart aching at the pain in your voice and the way you no longer called him by his first name. His last name seemed to be so bitter on your tongue, it wasn't like when you first met.

“Baby-”

“Don’t- Kuroo, please... please dont call me that. Not when...” You looked up at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of smeared lipstick he failed to take off, and a poorly hidden hickey on his collarbone. His dress shirt was wrinkled and his hair was disheveled, worse than it should be. It was obvious what had happened.

“Don’t call me that when I know you're calling her the same things.” You quickly finished through gritted teeth. His hands that had reached out to you slowly returned to his sides. 

Kuroo couldn't stand to watch you break in front of him, because of him.

“Ah... well, it’s okay...”

“What?” You laughed bitterly, Kuroo bewildered at your words. You should be angered- no, infuriated with what he's done, and you're saying that its okay?

Your hand went up and gently brushed at the smudged lipstick, painfully smiling as you heaved through broken sobs. “I said it’s okay. I bet that she's really, really pretty. Prettier than I could have ever been- and funnier, and nicer and just... she must be perfect, Kuroo. But, you...” You laughed in attempt to hide the sobs that wracked your body, your soft fingers trembling with the rest of your body. Kuroo wanted to say something in protest, but no words came out.

Because you were wrong, and he was wrong, but he didnt know how to admit it.

“...you- you should've said something earlier! We were falling out of love, for so long!-” He nearly broke at how torn you were, at how truthful and painful your words were. He could barely stand to look into your eyes. The delicate hand that previously cupped his face fell to your lap and you sighed, hugging yourself. You felt like your throat was burning.

“I’m sorry for being something you didn’t want, for not making you happy enough.” You clenched your fists so tight that the white of your knuckles was showing. Kuroo wanted nothing more than to tell you of how wrong you were, but...

How could he? How could he tell you you were wrong when he was willingly going to someone different... he-

He doesn't understand himself anymore.

“Thank you, though. For everything. I’m... I’m gonna go pack up, okay? And I’m gonna go... I’ll take my car somewhere else.” You stood up, unable to bear the pain much longer. You could not break down any further, not in front of him. Before you could make it to your room, you heard Kuroo mumble something that called you to a halt. You waited for him to say it again. “Why aren't you.... why aren't you screaming at me? I-I deserve to be screamed at so why aren't you-”

“I love you, Kuroo. I still do. I can't...” You furiously wiped at your face, not wanting to cry for him any longer.

“I can't stop loving you...” You mumbled. You walked off, Kuroo listening to the sound of your footsteps slowly disappear. He stayed glued to his spot on the couch, unable to say or do anything. It was when you had returned- when you were about to leave to go book a hotel or stay at a friends house, did he build up the courage to say something.

“(Y/n) I’m... I’m sorry.” You laughed at this, so bitterly, so broken.

“No you’re not.”

And like that, you were gone.

He should've felt relieved- he could be with this other girl, he could touch her and kiss her without feeling guilty, and he could be hers officially, no strings attached.

So why did it hurt so bad?

He knew why. And as he realized it, tears began to fall down his face.

He lost the love of his life, and it was his fault,

[tangerinegod]

Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿

hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!

i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!

the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you! 

also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!

another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D. 

if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job! 

these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:

- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?

I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy! 

- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?

kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work. 

- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?

100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!

- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?

i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer.. 

i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.  

- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?

i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus! 

sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!

[daechwitayoongs]

MIDNIGHT YOUTH III

Reader x Jeon Jungkook // HighSchool!AU // 3.3K words

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Language

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, I was feeling a bit dodgy about towards the end of the chapter but after getting my bff to read it she reassured me that I should just post it as is so that’s exactly what I’m doing..lol anyways as always feed back is appreciated x 

It’s been over a week since you’ve spoken or seen your mom but you know she’s been visiting you because when you come back from physical therapy there’s always apples cut with little bunny ears waiting for you. Mina, your attending nurse also said she comes sees you while you’re sleeping and asks for updates about your condition. You know you were in the wrong to speak to your mom like that but you can’t find it in you to apologize. She’s your mom, you think it’d be simple to just confess and say you’re sorry but you don’t even know where to begin. 

As your physical condition has greatly improved, you’re now able to walk on your own, well kind of since you use a walker to get around but at least you’re able to visit your brother. Nurse Mina got the doctor to approve letting you see him, in hopes that he’d react to your voice, though you haven’t had much luck yet you still believe Joon is listening and one day he’ll respond. 

“Joonie, I know every time I come see you, I always apologize but I promise when you finally wake up I won’t do anything that’ll require me to say sorry to you anymore. I’ll be the best sister ever, so please, can you wake up soon? because I don’t want to be left again, I don’t want to be all alone...” You then remember the photograph of you and the boy, you were wearing a bracelet with his initials, you quickly look at your wrists but there’s nothing there. Was it really only a dream? It felt so real, it couldn’t be just a dream. 

“Y/n-ah, it’s time to go back to your room..” Nurse Mina says as she helps you 

“Nurse Mina, when I came in the day of the accident what happened to what I was wearing?” 

“Your clothes were all bloody and torn so we tossed them. Why do you ask?”

“What about the bracelet? Was I wearing a bracelet?!”

“Bracelet?”

“It would’ve had initials on it..”

“Ah! Yeah, you did have one, I remember now because  we had to remove it since the initials were metal charms!” 

“Where is it now?!” 

“It should be back in your room, I put it in a little lock box for safe keeping..wow I completely forgot about it until now..How’d you even remember?”

“I’ll tell you later, for now, let’s hurry back..” 

Nurse Mina and you get back to your room and you desperately search the shelf for the lockbox but you can’t seem to find it.  

“Are you sure you left it here?”

“Of course, I remember as soon as you were moved here, I didn’t want to misplace..and I placed it on the top shelf!” Nurse Mina places a stool in front of the shelf and climbs on top so she can reach, then hands the lock box to you.

“What’s the code?”

“The day you were brought in..” You then hurriedly enter the date and the lock box props open automatically, filling you with relief.

“it’s really here..it’s real, which means he is too..” 

“Y/n, are you okay? why are you crying?”

“What?” You then look at yourself in the mirror, you really are crying.

“So are you gonna tell me the story behind the bracelet now?” You then tell her to sit and explain to her the dream you had while you were in a coma or at least the bits you remember cause you still can’t manage to recall all of it.

“That’s pretty much all of it..” 

“Okay so let me get this straight the initials on the bracelet belong to a guy, that is safe to say you grew up with and are very close to but all we know is his nickname, which is kookie..? Also that we’re assuming he no longer lives near you because the house in your dream went from warm colors to nothing..” 

“Correct! I’m surprised you’re accepting it all so easily..”

“Well it’s normal for coma patients to dream, also we have the bracelet as proof that that person does exist and considering if he still did live near you then I’d like to assume he would’ve visited you right away..but to be honest this all sounds too surreal like something out of a drama!”

“I know it does but Nurse Mina, I really do need your help..”

“My help? For what?”

“Can’t you search in the hospital’s database if he’s ever been admitted here?”

“If you knew his name then yes, I could try but all you know is his nickname..”

“That’s true but his nickname has to have a link to his real name right? Since it’s kookie then his real name must include kook in it!”

“Y/n, do you have any idea how many people have kook in their names?”

“Nurse Mina, pretty please! can you at least try?” You beg.

“Why don’t you just ask your mom? She should know..”

“Nooo! uhh sorry for yelling it’s just I have a feeling I shouldn’t bring him up..”

“Fine, I’ll do my best with what we know, which is that his name has kook and he should be around your age..”

“Thank you! Thank you so much Nurse Mina!” You hug her tightly. 

“No problem, now get some sleep, tomorrow’s the day you try walking without the walker and we get to determine when you can go home..” Nurse Mina then excuses herself and you lie down to get some sleep.

It’s been a few days since the day you asked Nurse Mina to investigate about kookie, you understand that there’s like thousands of guys with kook in their name but you were growing anxious, unsure if she’d be able to figure anything out about him. As you were taking a stroll around the rooftop garden, Nurse Mina appears before you out of breath. 

“Nurse Mina! Are you okay?!”

“I found something!” She says

“What did you find out?!”

“Okay, so I searched the database between this hospital and our sister hospital in Busan..now I don’t want to get your hopes up but-”

“Just tell me already..please!”

“I was able to narrow it down to less than 20 guys around your age that share kook and have visited the hospital within these past 2 years..”  She sighs and hands the files to you.

“Are you serious? That’s amazing! Why don’t you look pleased?” 

“Because this whole ordeal is very drama like, and if that’s the case then there’s a chance he isn’t using his real name especially if he just disappeared like you said he did..or he probably isn’t even in the country anymore..”

“Yah! Don’t be so negative, I finally have a lead on where this kookie guy might be and it’s all thanks to you..” You give her a quick hug and head back to your room because your doctor was going to visit you to talk about your condition.

“Y/n, where have you been? the doctor’s going to be here soo- what’s that in your hand?” Fuck, you didn’t think she’d be here already, you confidently walk towards her and swiftly put it under your pillow before laying down.

“I was sketching earlier at the garden..” She stares at you suspiciously but thankfully the doctor arrives before she can question any further.

“Hey, Y/l/n, how are you feeling? According to your charts you have significantly improved and can be deemed healthy.” 

“Yeah, I can get around on my own now but I still get tired occasionally.”

“That’s to be expected since you haven’t walked around in months, but if you stay consistent with your exercise then you’ll be running around in no time..”

“Thanks, I was also wondering when I can get discharged?”

“We should get you discharged by this weekend, we’ll just need you to come back before starting so we can make sure you’re in perfect condition for sports etc.” The doctor then excuses himself which leaves you alone with your mom.

“Look, I’m sorry about what happened the other day, my emotions were heightened and you know how much Joon means to me so you need to understand where I’m coming from..”

“Do you think I don’t? Do you think I haven’t been hurting all this time? It’s one thing for a parent’s child to be sick or injured but both of my children were in comas and Joon still is. Your father was sent to work in Busan back in January so I’ve been here suffering all alone. The hospital told me to go and they’d call if there were any changes but I couldn’t leave because, what would happen if you two woke up and no one was there. Y/n, a child can live without their parent but a parent can’t live without their child..” She says while holding back her tears.

“Mom, I-I didnt-”

“Just let it be y/n..” She places a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You can’t even begin to imagine how much your parents have been suffering, especially your mom coming here everyday just to care for you both. All she was hoping for was for you two to wake up and then you did but you were a total bitch to her when she had a moment of weakness and said those things about Joon. if Joon was there he definitely would’ve given you an earful for acting in such a way towards her. 

After being discharged you decided to join your dad in Busan since It was the best option since this way your mom could focus on Joon while you spend the summer catching up on school work before the semester started  and it gave you a chance to look into the guys who lived in the area that may be your best friend. Though there was a slight issue, considering you have no idea what he looks like but that won’t stop you because you need answers and this kookie guy, is the only one with them. 

Your dad works hectic hours considering some days he works 5am-6pm and other days at 10am-11pm but what you can always count on is having your afternoons free to explore. You’ve been working diligently to complete all your assignments, it’s mid-June and you’re already about to take the finals to the first semester you missed at a local high school here in Busan that will supervise you and send it to your school in Seoul. 

The school is only twenty mins away by bus and they asked you to be there by one o’clock that way you can take the exam while the students were at lunch. Since it’s already twelve, you decided to head over so it’ll give you a chance to explore the area better. Once you arrived at the school, you looked around for the main office,but you ended up at the gym since you couldn’t ask other students cause they were in class. You began to wonder what if your best friend attended this high school, or what your life would be like now if you didn’t get into a car accident, but right now it isn’t time to have such thoughts. You open the door to the gym accidentally hitting someone in the face but when you go to help them up, they just grab your hand and make you run with them under the stage. 

“Hey what’s yo-” before you can finish what you’re saying he covers your mouth from speaking, thankful you wore a face mask if not you’d hit him already. Your phone then vibrates, you push him away from you and see it’s from the teacher who is giving you the final, she’s asking if you’re almost here considering it’s five minutes from one o’clock. 

“Shit..” The guy then looks at you surprised that you cursed. 

“Is everything okay?” He asks.

“Do you know where the main office is? I’m suppose to be there already..”

“Yeah, I’ll take you..” He starts to lead the way.

“So who were you running away from?”

“Ah, just some random girls who don’t understand what personal space is..” To which you laugh since he seems like someone who loves the attention but then you stop cause he’s staring at you.

“Sorry, it’s just, you don’t seem the type to mind the attention then again I don’t even know you so it’s not my place..” He stares at you for a bit then looks away and laughs.

“It’s okay, anyways were here..” He points to the office

“Thanks so much for your help..”

“Anytime..” He says as the door to the office opens.

“Y/n, I was worried if you got lost on your way here.” The teacher says.

“What did you say your name was...”  He can’t believe it, it’s only been 2 years since he has last seen you yet here you are standing before him, is it really you?

“Oh, my name is y/n, nice to meet you..” You say as you extend your hand to greet him but he just stares at it, why are you acting as if you don’t know him. 

“Y/n, we need to go take those exams..” 

“Sorry but I need to go, thanks again for your help..” You say as you excuse yourself and follow the teacher while he just stands there dumbfounded watching you walk away. He knew no matter what he wanted to figure out why you were putting on this act, he knew that whenever you saw each other again you’d be angry and hurt but right now neither showed in your eyes.

By the time you were finished with your exams, classes were officially over so it was time for clubs as you’re leaving you decide to check out the gym once more cause you heard the volleyball team was really good. As you’re peeping you see a ball fly towards your direction and it’s about to hit the girl next to you, not sure if your athleticism is still good you move in front of her and receive it, sending it back to the players but no one receives it and all there is, is silence. 

“Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt but it was gonna hit her..” The guys on the team then look at each other before running towards you. 

“That was amazing!”

“You got into position so fast!”

“How long have you been playing?”

“Are you new here?? we know all the female volleyball players”

“I can’t believe someone received the king’s serve...”

“Leave her alone already, can’t you tell she’s overwhelmed also you act like it’s such a big deal to receive my serves, I’m just not on my A game today...” He says as he hands you your bag. 

“Thanks..”

“Non-members aren’t allowed in the gym so all of you should leave..” He says while looking you in the eyes, something about him sends chills down your spine. He escorts you and the other girls out of the gym without breaking eye contact and then closes the doors before giving you a chance to respond. The other girls giggle about how handsome he is while walking away. You then start to head home also when you bump into the teacher from earlier. Jungkook felt bad for being rude to you so he wanted to go apologize but he sees you talking to the teacher, he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, the conversation just caught his attention.  

“Y/n, how are you liking Busan? It’s your first time here right?”

“Ummm...”

“Ah right, your mother told me about your situation...sorry.”

“No, need to apologize..”

“How long were you...?”

“8 months..but I’m all good now so you don’t need worry. I’ll be back to take the next finals right before I head back to Seoul..”

“Why not stay here? I know our school might not be up to par like in Seoul but it can be a nice change of scenery..” 

“I have someone waiting for me so I can’t..” When he heard you say those words he didn’t want to hear anymore, he knew you’d eventually date someone but he didn’t know it’d hurt this much so he starts heading back to practice. 

“Right, your brother, I’m sorry..”

“He’ll wake up soon, so it’s okay, I’ll be going now..” You hurry back in the direction of the gym when you spot the guy from earlier.

“Hey!” You wonder why he is acting like he can’t hear you. “Hey, I know you can hear me! King!!” The name causes him to freeze in place so you catch up to him

“Don’t call me that ever again..” 

“Sorry, it’s just I don’t know your name..” He can’t believe you’re keeping up this charade but he isn’t going to give in so he walks past you.

“Did I do something to upset you?” He stops at the entrance to the gym before turning around to face you.

“Stay away from me..” He says before slamming the doors in your face.

You don’t get what his problem is, why is he upset with you, this is your face time meeting him and you thought he was nice but now he’s just being an asshole. 

“Okay so maybe I shouldn’t called him by that nickname but what else was I suppose to say when I don’t know his name..” You mutter to yourself as you enter your home because you can’t believe how rude someone can be. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Oh, you’re home early today..”

“I forgot some files here, I’m just gonna drop them off and then I’ll be back with food.”

“Okay bring pizza, I’m going to go nap for a bit..” You head up to your room and open the door to you balcony to let the breeze in before laying down and drifting to sleep. 

“Y/n, you realized you love him more than friends..” 

“Kook? Is it really him...?” Have you been dreaming this entire time? why is Joon next to you, and why is kook there..

“Y/n, are you really just gonna let him disappear again?!” You can’t bring yourself to speak up, if everything has been a dream up until now then you can’t risk it. You just watch him get on the highway, losing him all over again. Before you know it Joon speeds after him and you’re yelling, telling him to stop.

“Don’t follow him!! Stop the car!!” You watch the light grow brighter, it’s too late..

“Joon!! Stop it!! Let him go!! Stop the car!!” You sob.

“Y/n! Wake up!! Y/n!!” Your shaken awake and your pulled into an embrace “You’re okay now..” You then realize it wasn’t your dad but the guy from school.

“Why are you here?!?” You shove him and start throwing pillows at him

“Look, I didn’t mean to break in! I live next door and I heard you yelling so I thought something was happening so I jumped over to check! I had no idea you lived here, I barely moved in!” He says.

“Okay, let’s say I believe, I’m fine now so just leave..” You say while trembling.

“You’re not fine, you’re trembling!” 

“Get out of my house right now before I call the cops!” 

“Fine, I’ll go!” He walks out to your balcony before jumping over to his. You lock your door and pull the curtains shut before collapsing on the floor and sobbing. You never had this dream before, why are you dreaming about the accident, what happened for you to be reminded of that day and why did his embrace feel so comforting as if it’s happened before. You’re not sure of anything right now but something is telling you that that guy is going to be causing you trouble and you should stay away from him.