#then blasted green with the emo beam

[glitchedfoxx]

feels like it's been a really long time since my last doodle dump so here's a bunch of nssi/clvh related doodles from August and September

[grimmjowkurosakidrake]

fic propmt for ss- Sasuke going through emo phase, Sakura bubble gum pop who are neighbors and are annoyed by each other’s taste in music

Look at me answering fics prompts months after, I’m the worst I know! XD

This fic is a songfic inspired by A*Teens’ A perfect match! I know the ask was about Sasuke’s emo phase and you were expecting a little bit more Fall out boy than Dir en Grey but deal with me, my emo phase was my visual kei phase so I don’t know much about western emo music. Also, both Sasuke and Sakura are Japanese xD!

Well, without further ado, the fic:}

Perfect Match

Your family says that it’s just a phase, the fact that you like to wear dark colors on your clothes and you listen to angry music because that is what boys your age do and there’s nothing to worry about.

They don’t like to talk about the anger and the sadness you feel. You’re twenty and already in collage. You don’t think this is a phase anymore, now you’re just angry.

They don’t like to talk about how you’re a lot more sensitive than your brother and how you’re not all that much interested in becoming a lawyer just like him.

You are the second son of a rich family that never had to struggle for anything, you have absolutely nothing to be sad or angry about, or at least, that’s what they think.

But even with all the money they have you still had to sell your TV and your music system just to buy tickets for a “The Gazette” concert back in 2009 and even thought they can totally afford for suits you don’t want and private tutors you don’t need, you still had to sell your car and work for four months just to travel to Seoul and get tickets for the “Metallica” and “Baby metal” concert hosted there this year.

It was a great experience, it made you happy beyond belief, but that happiness you experienced, those feelings that for once weren’t depressing and anxiety-infusing, weren’t enough for your family.

Maybe that’s why you’re angry.

You’re angry when you arrive at your street on the buss, alone, because no one would come and see you at the airport and you’re definitely angry when your find Sakura, your childhood neighbor, dancing to fucking Reol’s “Give me a break” on her brand new music system that her mom bought her last month just so she could go and spend the money she makes on the Maid Caffe she works part-time on her mindless clothes and accessories.

She looks cute, you have to admit, with her too short, hot pink shorts and her Harajuku style black crop top with a Kabuki mask printed on it. She’s wearing the pink pearl collar you saw her buy a few days after your trip and you just know that the eyes of those stupid cat earrings she’s wearing are actually real diamonds.

It angers you how she can spend her money on making herself look how she wants to look so easily when you can’t even buy a pair of ripped, black jeans with all the money your father makes.

So, you lash at her “Could you shut up with that shit, please?” You ask her from across your own lawn, “I don’t want to listen to your garbage today.” She glares at you, her green eyes accentuated by her cat eye makeup, and then she turns up the music.

She’s a fierce girl Haruno Sakura.

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You find yourself obliged to talk to her again when your parents invite hers to a late dinner on your house.

They force you to take her to your room and warn you with a tight lipped “behave yourself or else…” that makes you wonder what else could they take away from you now that you don’t even have a car.

She makes herself comfortable on your bed as you turn on your computer and My Chemical Romance’s Teenagers starts rolling through the music list. She makes an annoyed face at your choice in music but doesn’t say anything.

It’s your room, your rules, after all. And she’s smart enough to acknowledge this universal rule.

She’s wearing nicer clothes today. An all-black assemble consisting of a lite crop top only covering her small breasts paired with a big black bomber jacket and loose black, dress pants with a cute bow on top. Even when you couldn’t care less about clothes and fashion you think she looks insanely good tonight and you can’t take your eyes off her.

“You like my outfit?” She asks with a smirk when she notices your intense gaze on her.

“Yeah…” You answer, sitting by her legs on your bed.

“It’s by Yohji Yamamoto’s summer collection!” Beams Sakura, “You would think that with this level of minimalism it would be from a European designer you know?”

Whatever she says it sounds like a question, and even when you don’t know of what she’s talking about you mumble a small “Sure” as you come closer to her.

She smiles, “but no, it’s one of our own!” Giggles Sakura with clear excitement in her voice “We really do have to start appreciating our own artists more.”

“That sure is interesting,” You answer, so near her face that you can feel her warm breath against yours.

You really want to kiss her.

She’s beautiful, awful taste on music and all, she’s always happy and cute, more than anything. Happy like you never are, always optimistic and irreverent like her music and her clothes so kissing her red-looking lips that never stop smiling it’s all you can think about.

She kisses you first, the sweet taste of her lips on your own and the feeling of her petite arms around your neck making you feel like never before.

“I didn’t know you were interested in art,” she comments as she ends the kiss.

“I’m not,” you smirk, “But South Park says you can get a girl by faking interest in her and they’re not wrong.”

Sakura doesn’t hit you or screams, she just pushes you away, takes off her jacket and takes a copy of The Mist from your bookshelf to read in silence. You are able to see the expanse of her pristine, beautiful back and the beautiful Sakura tree branch tattoo that adorns her right arm and collarbone the whole night until she eventually leaves with her parents.

But you’re not allowed to touch and that is punishment enough.

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You invite her to see a horror movie a few days later and she accepts, Sakura seems to hate the movie the whole time but the way she blushes when you put your arm around her shoulders makes you think she may be enjoying herself anyway.

You don’t understand until she invites you to an art gallery for a friend of hers whose work is being accepted that you finally understand the appeal of doing things you hate just for the person you like.

Her friends are boring and snobbish, but she’s wearing a form fitting red dress with her back bare and she allows you to rest your hand there the whole night.

You’re allowed to kiss her anywhere and everyone just knows that she’s yours and you’re hers by principle of her the closeness you share.

When you discover that you both want to go to a 2000s bands tribute after the party and she shows you the blue leather skirt she’s going to change into, you discover that maybe you’re not all that different.

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Her clothes are always styled to look the way she likes them. Be it cute or sexy or that delicious combination of both that you like so much on her. With her short, pink skirts and her long, boyfriend t-shirts.

Her family is a very progressive one and they don’t mind how much skin she shows off or the art she has on her skin.

Everything is pristine on her, even her few tattoos, because she planed and wanted those changes on her.

But the holes on your pants are messy and not at all how you want them to look. You had to cut them yourself after all and you’re shit with anything that has to do with clothes, you don’t know about fabric and you always end up cutting where you should not.

This all ends when you start dating Sakura.

This time you’re in her room, listening to freaking Grease’s You’re the one that I want (and not saying anything because her room her rules, after all), as she carefully cuts holes on your jeans.

She looks happy to do so, because she loves clothes and spicing them up, she even buys a few skull patches to sew on the pockets and those small details make you happy just like the concerts and music make you happy.

You kiss her deeply when you go to your own house by night and she winks at you from across her window as Marina and the Diamonds’ Bubblegum bitch blasts through her music system.

As your parents who always thought of her as the nice girl from across your lawn frown at the lyrics of the singer crying “I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch!”, you can’t help but think that she’s a perfect match for you.

[ineffable0husbands]

How the Mighty Have Fallen: Chapter Six

Warnings: Implied torture, crying, abandonment, kissing, Evil!Lucifer, and self-doubt

Ship(s): Ineffable Husbands and platonic Gabriel and Matthew + Platonic Matthew and Raphael

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Crowley’s dreams that night were filled with haunted memories. Wisps of days gone by and troubling times returned to haunt him with a vengeance. It was odd; he was an onlooker. Not looking through his own eyes, but watching off to the sidelines. The darkness that usually invaded his vision and kept all dreams away faded into soft, white light, with stars decorating the area above and two figures melting into view until Crowley could clearly make out Gabriel and Matthew looking at the stars together. 

“What do you think?” Matthew’s voice was clipped, short, but tinged with excitement as he looked at Gabriel, hands clasped behind his back. Gabriel hummed softly as he looked up at the Nebula that Matthew had carefully placed, his eyes twinkling almost as brightly as the stars themselves. He pretended to pat his chin in thought. 

“Well, it could be better. The stars are a little crooked, and that bundle of stars over there is too close together,” Gabriel commented. Matthew frowned at the other angel in disdain until Gabriel burst out laughing and slung an arm around his shoulders. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s absolutely gorgeous, Matthew!” Gabriel said with delight, beaming at his younger brother. “It’s as if God herself crafted this nebula! And the colors...goodness me, Raphael and I taught you well! I’m so proud of you!” Matthew looked up in surprise, ceasing to struggle out of Gabriel’s grip. 

“Do you mean that?” Matthew asked doubtfully. Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Uh, yeah? Of course, I do, I’m an angel. I can’t lie,” he said, patting Matthew on the back. “Besides, I would tell you if it sucked. You are my brother.” Matthew rolled his eyes but smiled fondly at the archangel. He looked back up at the stars and for a moment a conflicted expression crossed his face that Gabriel missed, but Crowley would have recognized anywhere. 

“Well, that’s good, because there’s something about it I need to tell you. And I need some advice,” Matthew said slowly. Gabriel perked up with interest and turned more towards Matthew, folding his arms across his chest in an ‘I’m listening’ type of way. Matthew closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. “You see...I actually made this for somebody. As in, I dedicated the creation of this Nebula to...somebody...I like…” Matthew trailed off and his face flushed with embarrassment. Gabriel’s eyebrows arched so high that they disappeared into his hair. 

“You’re in love with someone? Who?” Gabriel demanded, eyes lit up with curiosity. Matthew blushed even darker and opened his mouth to protest when Gabriel cut him off suddenly. “Oh my God, it’s Aziraphale, isn’t it? That angel you’ve been hanging around?” When Matthew nodded, Gabriel gasped. Matthew hid his face in his hands in embarrassment. “Matthew, he loves you too! This is awesome! I’ll get him for you!”

“What?! Gabe, no-!” Matthew tried to protest, but it was already too late. A second after his well-meaning mistake, Gabriel summoned a very surprised Aziraphale. The angel’s cheeks were red with surprise as he held some sort of small blade in his hand, a white cream smeared on the side of his face. His curly hair stuck out wildly. He looked as if he’d just woken up. Aziraphale quickly hid the blade behind his back and smiled widely at the other two. 

“Matthew, Gabriel! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Aziraphale said cheerfully. Matthew’s face was impossibly red by now and Gabriel simply chuckled. Crowley’s mouth twitched into a smile as he watched. He and Aziraphale were just as clueless then as they were now, it seemed. 

“Well, I need to get going but, you two should chat!” Gabriel said breezily, clapping Matthew on the shoulder and winking at him before disappearing. Aziraphale blinked and Matthew smiled sheepishly. 

“I’m sorry about that…That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Matthew muttered. Aziraphale miracled away the cream and blade, a soft frown on his lips. 

“So...you don’t want to talk to me?” Aziraphale asked softly, wringing his hands. The sadness in his deep, blue eyes made Matthew panic and he scrambled to save himself. 

“Yes, yes I want to talk to you! I just- I wasn’t expecting it to be now, Gabriel summoned you when I just wanted to ask for advice and-”

“Why do you need advice on talking to me?” Aziraphale questioned, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. “We’ve been friends since nearly the day you were created. I thought you would be used to talking to me by now. Or are you as socially inept as a rock?” Aziraphale chortled, smirking. Matthew was blushing again. 

“It’s nothing like that,” Matthew sighed. He turned away from Aziraphale and looked up at the stars before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. It was now or never. He took Aziraphale by the hand and pointed upwards towards the nebula above them. “I made this in your honor. I wanted to create something that would remind the rest of the world and myself of your beauty. Of course, even the brightest star could never outshine you, but...I couldn’t think of anything more to do. I hope you like it,” Matthew murmured. Aziraphale’s eyes widened as he looked up at the nebula, watching the weaving colors and the bright stars decorating the previously empty sky and he gasped, his hand holding Matthew’s tightly. Swirls of pink, purple, blue, green, and a number of other brilliant shades that had not yet been named danced around them and illuminated the black expanse of space.

“This is for me? Really?” Aziraphale asked breathlessly, glancing at Matthew. The other angel nodded, and suddenly Aziraphale’s eyes were filled with tears. Alarmed, Matthew cupped Aziraphale’s cheek and brushed the tears away. 

“Don’t cry, please...I’m sorry, is it too much? It’s probably too much, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to-” Matthew was cut off as Aziraphale grabbed him by the front of his robes and kissed him, deep and breathtaking. Matthew inhaled sharply and was too shocked to do anything. Aziraphale pulled away, eyes fluttering softly as he looked up at Matthew with heavily lidded eyes. Both Matthew and Crowley looked at him in awe. He was absolutely stunning. 

“You talk too much, Matthew,” Aziraphel whispered, leaning towards him and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “It wasn’t too much, it was perfect. I just...I hadn’t realized what I meant to you until now. I suppose I should have guessed...you spend almost as much time with me as you do Raphael and Gabriel.” Matthew swallowed thickly and met Aziraphale’s love-soaked gaze. The two angels stared at each other, one in admiration and the other in wonder. Matthew’s hand trembled slightly as he brought it up to cup Aziraphale’s cheek again. The other angel leaned into the touch and hummed softly in satisfaction. Matthew hesitantly leaned forward towards Aziraphale’s ear. 

“May I kiss you again?” he whispered, gently running a thumb over the other’s cheek. Aziraphale’s gaze softened. 

“My dear, you don’t need to ask.” Their lips met once more, in a chaste but sweet kiss. Aziraphale pressed his hands against Matthew’s chest as the taller man wrapped an arm around his waist and kept his hand on his cheek, both closing their eyes and relishing in each other. Crowley watched on, a rare, soft smile on his lips as the scene melted away and faded to black. Time had passed. Matthew was alone. It was dark, dim, but Crowley could see that it was still heaven. Matthew sat at a long dining table (apparently heaven had dining halls), picking at a bowl of mush. Crowley’s gaze flickered with unease as he saw Matthew approached by an all too familiar figure. 

“Matthew!” Lucifer drawled, plopping down next to the younger angel with a charming smile on his face. “Matthew, my dearest friend, how are you?” Lucifer’s tone dripped with false sympathy and kindness, and Crowley wanted to shout out in warning to his younger self, to run and hide and never look at the Angel of the Morning ever again, but what had passed had passed, and he recognized the loneliness in Matthew’s gaze as he looked up at the other angel. It was a feeling he’d experienced numerous times throughout the centuries. 

“I feel like shit,” Matthew said bluntly, his voice monotone and flat as he looked blankly at Lucifer. The angel blinked but quickly regained his composure, placing a hand on Matthew’s shoulder comfortingly. 

“Tell me what happened,” Lucifer said gently. Crowley didn’t miss the glint in his eyes, but Matthew did, and the poor young man looked so broken and upset that Crowley was honestly surprised he hadn’t spilled his guts out sooner. But Crowley didn’t hear what Matthew said. He remembered it. Fighting. Yelling. Aziraphale’s angry glare tearing into him. The sound of shattering glass and a pained cry. Aziraphale’s shocked face as an injured Matthew ran far, far away from him, the golden blood of angels dripping from the cut that ran ragged down the left side of his face. Crowley blinked as a sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. Matthew was sobbing into Lucifer’s shoulder as the blasted, evil being soothed him, rubbing his back in circles. 

“Oh, darling, that’s simply terrible. For someone you love so deeply to hurt you that way...is that what this is from?” Lucifer said smoothly, pulling away, to run a finger over the scar on Matthew’s face. The young angel flinched away violently and Lucifer looked at him in sympathy. He held Matthew’s face in place and murmured something with half closed eyes. Crowley watched, stone-faced as the wound on Matthew’s face healed completely, while Matthew only looked in wonder, his tears slowing until they stopped. 

“I...thank you,” Matthew said, bowing his head in a gesture of thanks. Lucifer smirked but quickly turned it into a smile as he lifted Matthew’s chin, gently encouraging the younger angel to look up at him. 

“Come with me, Matthew, away from this place. I can bring you to my friends. They will treat you better than Gabriel or Aziraphale ever could. They are your real friends, your true friends, who care for you. Come,” Lucifer tempted. Matthew drew in a sharp breath, conflicted before he remembered the healing and relaxed. 

“Alright.” The next change was rapid, cutting right from Lucifer and Matthew to the courtrooms of heaven. Crowley watched as Matthew was dragged into the room, face bloody and body coated with grime and dirt as he was bound in chains. The guards threw Matthew to the floor and he groaned, staying on his hands and knees for a moment, delirious with pain. He looked up at Phanuel, the angel of judgment, and his already terrified eyes filled with fear as they fell upon the fiery pit that lay between them, where he would be cast down to hell. 

“Phanuel! Phanuel, please, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! I swear my loyalty to heaven. I will fight at your side and the side of the rest of our comrades in the Great War. My allegiance is to heaven, not to Lucifer!” Matthew shouted, his voice filled with desperation. Phanuel kept a neutral, emotionless expression and snapped his fingers. One of the angelic guards opened the doors to the courtroom and Gabriel came through, Raphael and Uriel escorting him on either side. Matthew’s heart swelled with hope but Crowley’s only filled with dread. He could not remember this, but he sensed what was about to come. 

“As is the custom in heaven, each angel in danger of falling is given the chance for redemption through a heavenly advocate. Matthew, your brother Gabriel was chosen as your advocate,” Phanuel said, their voice booming through the expansive courtroom. Phanuel nodded in Gabriel’s direction. “Archangel Gabriel, do you have any reason to believe that your brother, the angel Matthew, should remain in heaven?” Crowley stepped back, his stomach churning. Matthew’s eyes filled with unshed tears and hope as he smiled at Gabriel. Gabriel’s eyes flickered from Matthew to Phanuel before he cleared his throat. 

“There is only one thing that I wish to say,” Gabriel began, before pausing. Phanuel nodded for him to continue. Gabriel’s face suddenly filled with rage as he whipped around to face Matthew, eyes ablaze with anger as he pointed a finger at his brother. “That traitorous filth is no brother of mine!” He snarled, his hands shaking from the pure rage that coursed through his veins. Matthew’s smile immediately wiped away and all of the color drained from his face. 

“No...No, Gabriel, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and clasping his hands together as the tears in his eyes began to fall. “Please, I didn’t mean to fall, you have to believe me!” Matthew sobbed. Gabriel looked at the blubbering angel in disgust and turned away, leaving from whence he came. Matthew broke down into tears as Raphael and Uriel grabbed him by the arms wordlessly and began dragging him towards the fiery pit in the center of the room. Matthew screamed and kicked and struggled to no avail, tears streaming down his face endlessly. Only Raphael seemed affected by his cries, his jaw clenched as tears of his own threated to fall while he dragged his apprentice and friend towards him. 

“Goodbye, Matthew,” Raphael whispered to him as they neared the edge, a singular tear falling down his cheek. Matthew trembled and looked up at him with pleading eyes, but the healing angel had to do what he was told by the orders of Heaven. With the help of Uriel, Raphael forced Matthew into the fiery pit, face paling as Matthew caught aflame and plummeted down towards hell.

Matthew flew through the air as he burned, his tortured screams piercing through the depths of hell and the endless expanse of heaven. He plummeted downward, his wings aflame, about to crash to the ground, and then-

And then, Crowley woke.

[langstwhynot]

Unspoken numbers

Yeet thanks @galaxies-of-fandoms I had no idea what to write (it’s thEIR PROMPT GUYS)

Lance misunderstands things, the team is kinda mean, Pidge wants to be the only nerd, and Coran is the best space uncle ever.

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His body floated in the pod while his eyes were closed.

He looked so peaceful.

The team sat around the room, each one of his friends doing something else.

Coran moved from screen to screen, making sure nothing is going wrong with Lance’s healing progress. Allura played with the mice out of boredom, sitting on the stairs leading to the higher floor of the pods. Pidge and Hunk were sitting on the floor, trying to repair Lance’s jetpack that got hit by an arrow that also dug through his armor into his back. Keith was being the emo guy (gay*) he is and was leaning against the wall with crossed hands, staring at absolutely nothing. While Shiro was taking deep breathes as he was sitting near Keith on the floor.

“Ah!” Coran smiled and backed from the screen, twisting his mustache. Everybody looked over to him with wondering and hoping eyes like some hungry puppies that asked for food while you were eating dinner.

“What is it, Coran?” Allura asked, a bit of concern was heard in her voice.

“Number three is all alive and good!” He turned to them and smiled, still playing with his orange mustache. Hunk and Pidge cheered, the others sighing with relief.

“But he may act... a bit different.” Coran lowered his voice, half turning back to the screen, trying to hide his concern from them.

“What kind of different?” Shiro raised his head at Coran, eyebrows falling down with worry.

Coran turned to him with his mouth thinned into a line, that also pointed at the sad expression he wore. “The arrow that hit his back also hit one of his veins, which is why he lost so much blood.” He explained, avoiding eye contact with any of the team members while he waved his hands in the air as he talked. “But the arrow also carried one of the most dangerous poisons.” He turned his back to the team while they all waited with eyes wide.

“THE PLOOTUZA!!” He turned dramatically and “tickled” the air with his fingers to help him create a more spooked mood around the room. Everyone gasped and all fell into silence.

After ten seconds Hunk spoke. “Uhh... what exactly is “the ploopufa” thing...?” He asked, and the rest nodded or shrugged.

“It’s called, Plootuza, and like I said, it’s a poison.” He put one hand as a fist around his back and used his other hand to point with his finger. “If that poison hits the victim, they would change their personality into their inner-self and would react as they really want to do so at some situations.” He explained.

“It... doesn’t sound that bad.” Keith raised his eyebrow as he looked up to Coran. Coran gasped. “This poison is extremely dangerous! Once, Alfor was hit by one of these arrows.” Coran chuckled at the memory and Allura smiled at him. “Father couldn’t stop dancing for a week.” She looked down at the floor sadly as her father was mentioned.

“But as soon as it came to fighting, king alfor disagreed with almost everything that his teammates said, and it almost broke their bond as friends.” His smile faded. “Luckily it didn’t cost their life while forming Voltron.” A sigh escaped his mouth.

“Psssh, don’t worry, Lance won’t be that big of a problem for us to deal with.” Pidge scoffed as she returned to fixing Lance’s suit. Coran glared at her. “Are you underestimating Lance’s power?”

“Underestimating? Ha!” She said out loud. “I’m not underestimating his power, I already know what he’s capable of.” She crossed her arms and smirked to herself.

“Pidge,” Shiro called and looked at her, so she moved her head to turn to the leader. “You can never know what a person is capable of.” He glared at her and she could feel a shiver starting to form on her body.

“Anyways...” Hunk, who stopped looking from Pidge to Shiro to Pidge to Shiro, turned his head over to Coran again. “Is there anything else we should know about this ploovoda?” He asked.

“It’s called Plootuza!” He yelled in anger on the yellow paladin that twisted the name, making everyone flinch. “But except the fact that it should break off after a week or so, no.” He crosses his arms, looking away from Hunk who growled with tiredness.

“For how long is he going to be in the pod?” Shiro asked Coran with a deep, serious, but gentle way, making Coran lose his guard and turn to face Shiro. “Well, I’d say for...” he counted with his fingers and murmured numbers softly. “Five more vargas.” He put his hands behind his back again with a proud little smile.

“Then I suggest we all should get some sleep. It’s been a rough day to all of us.” Shiro looked around the room to see his teammates nodding with agreement. “That’s a great idea, Shiro.” Allura smiled at him gratefully. “But be right on time in the morning, we have a lot to discuss.”

They all agreed and left the room, each one to their things.

The light of the room turned themselves off from scanning no movement in the area of the pods, letting the room fall into darkness. All darkness except the glow from Lance’s pod caused by it’s inside light.

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You can say Coran isn’t that good with math by the time the pod opened and Lance fell out of it.

The lights immediately flipped themselves on. Lance grunted and blocked the beams shining down on him with his right hand, using his other to hold himself up from the floor.

Where was everyone?

His mind raced to the latest memory he had. He got hit in the back by something and fell to the ground inside a hallway of a Galra base. The team probably took him to the pods.

He pulled his hand to reach for his back to meet no injury. Nice.

He stood up and walked out of the room, looking to both sides of the hallway as he stood in the doorway. The lights were off and there was no sound. That probably means everyone is asleep.

So he went to his own room, thinking about catching some sleep to recharge his energy.

And he did, he slept two vargas until the castle alarms blasted his ears and he jumped out of bed, still dizzy. He caught his bayard on his way out of the door and ran to the bridge where he should meet his friends.

He got there first out of all his teammates. He stopped running when the door closed behind him and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath by panting and gasping for air.

Allura stood on her little stage that she uses to open a wormhole, and Coran was typing something on a screen, using a different altean technology-counter down to her.

Allura turned around to see who entered the room.

“Lonce?” She asked, a surprised look on her face. She dropped everything she was doing. Coran turned around almost in the speed of light and look suspiciously at the blue paladin. “Didn’t you say he should be in the pod for fives more vargas?”

Lance raised his eyebrow and looked at Coran, that gave him a betrayed glare. Lance flinched. “I guess my calculations were a bit off, then.” He turned his back again with a huff and went back to working on what he did.

“How are you feeling, Lonce?” She asked softly with a small smile and a hoping sparkle in her eyes. “Uhh, good.” He looked at her for a second, and then around the room. “Is it the Galra again?” He asked after searching for any fight going on outside, but saw nothing.

“What?” Allura turned around to look out of the big window of the front castle, to see only the void of space. She turned back. “Where?” Her voice sounded a bit more panicked. Lance shook his head.

“Is there any emergency to happen that you called us here?”

Something clicked in Allura’s mind, making her face change as well. She laughed a bit and shook her head. “No, no. Everything is under control. I just had to wake up the team for a meeting. I didn’t know you would be awake already.” She smiled a little and eyed at Coran, who growled behind her back.

A little “Oh.” Slipped out of his mouth, caused by his breath. The door opened behind him and Shiro, Keith, Hunk and Pidge walked into the room.

“Lance? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be-“ Shiro asked as he noticed Lance, but the Cuban raised his hand and answered for him. “In the pod? No, Coran was just doing math wrong.”

Well, that was a bit out of place for him.

“Well, at least we’re all here for the meeting.” Shiro gave him a small smile and turned to face Allura, moving to stand between the other paladins.

“So you guys were going to have a meeting without me?” He slapped a hand to cover his mouth. Oops, did he think out loud again?

They all turned to him. “Uh well, Zarkon wouldn’t just wait for you to recover so we can continue fighting the Galra, would he?” Pidge asked, sarcastically.

“So you guys wouldn’t wait for me too?” What was going on? Why couldn’t he shut his mouth?

“Wha-“ Hunk started, but Lance cut him off. “Allura please just start talking.” He turned to her, asking for a way out. She nodded slowly, confusion on her face while turning to the other paladins.

And to be honest? Lance knew he should’ve listened to what she was saying, but his thoughts just made a big mess inside his head that he couldn’t focus on anything besides them.

“-so that will give Pidge time to download the 3D map of their newest ships, while I’ll watch over for any enemies.” Shiro stood near a screen that showed a drawing of a Galra base. It has a few dots on it; a purple one and a green one, inside room that was numbered 213, and a blue, yellow, and a red one moving towards in the hallway leading to that room.

And a black dot on the far, other side.

“What does the black dot stand for?” Lance asked and pointed at it, drawing everyone’s attention. “Haven’t you been listening?” Keith frowned at him with his crossed arms. “We have to break into that base somehow, you know.”

Lance was quiet for a few moments. He pulled his hand down and looked at the map, everyone was still staring at him, and then he spoke again. “We shouldn’t break into that base from there.” He fisted his hands and turned to look at his team with a strong cold face.

“And... why is that?” Pidge judged him, pushing her glasses back. “I mean, only if you want to get killed.” Lance shrugged.

“How can we possibly get killed?” Pidge asked, walking in front of Lance who kept glaring down at her as she got closer. “If we enter vent 87.5, the guards on the corner won’t notice us and we can just continue up to the room, while Keith can take care of the other guards to our right, you and Hunk can be his backup.” She raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms with a smirk, a victory expression is growing on her face.

“That’s a really good plan,” Lance said, shocked. Pidge scoffed and turned around, starting to go back to her place.

“A really good plan if you want to get all of us catch.” He said, his voice a bit higher then it was so Pidge could hear him clearly. She turned around with a confused look, letting her arms go from each other. “See? The problem is that you never thought about the guards in front of us. Who, correct me if I’m wrong, are walking past that hallway once in five minutes.” He pointed at the map as he kept looking at Pidge with a cold face. She turned her head quickly to the map to see what she missed. “And we also need to remember that this specific room has a numbers lock, which we don’t have the password to.” The side of his lips was lifted up by a tiny grin. “And the only way to get that password, is entering the room itself. The one that locked? Remember?”

No one said anything. Lance moved his eyes from face over to another face of his friends, even Allura was shocked, everyone except Coran, who had a tiny evil smirk.

Oh shit.

“I uhhh, I’m sorry.” Lance snapped from his confidence stand and backed away, grabbing his left arm and rubbing it fast, panicking. His eyes flickered from one place to a different one, not leaving the ground.

“You... um,” Shiro broke the silence, he was the first one to take his eyes off Lance and pull the attention to him. “Great job, Lance.” He said in a deep voice. Lance finally looked up from the floor, meeting Shiro’s eyes. Shiro nodded, leftovers of the shock still on his face.

“Great, now we need a new plan.” Hunk sighed, stretched his back and yawned. Pidge turned away from Lance to the digital map, her face frozen. The team started talking again, and Lance stared at them as they went back to planning.

He needed to get out of there.

One foot after another he dragged them on the floor, making his way slowly over to the door. When he was behind the team, to their back, he finally allowed himself to take his legs and run out of there, quietly.

The door closed behind him and he slowed down his running, walking, and then he stopped. “Ugh!” He yelled, kicking the wall to his left.

Of course it did nothing, only hurting his foot and sending a shiver through his whole body, making him fall to the ground.

He fell on his knees and buried his face in his hands. Why can’t he keep his mouth shut? All these years he was hiding, and in one day he will ruin it all?

“Number three?”

Lance snapped his head to his left, finding Coran standing in the hallway with a small sad smile on his face. The man stepped closer, crouching near Lance and putting a hand on his back. “What’s wrong, number three?” He called him by a number again, and Lance scoffed quietly. “Just Lance is ok.”

Coran nodded, giving him a smile of comfort and pity, but then it was thrown to the sad face he wore before. “Lance.” He corrected, and the Cuban sighed. “What is wrong with me, Coran? I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut.” He let his head fall to face the white floor of the castle and to his arms to hold him from the sides of his body.

Although Coran knew what was the real problem, he saw the opportunity to play dumb and find more (personal) things about the blue paladin. “Why would you keep your mouth shut?” He sat on the floor, too tired to keep himself up only by his knees. “You said some pretty smart stuff back there!” He cheered and patted his back, but his face melted into sadnesses again when Lance didn’t bother to change the look on his face.

“People don’t like “smart” Lance.” He said in a childish tone as stressing the “smart” part. “Every time I try to say something smart, they all start laughing or teasing me.” He leaned back on the wall behind him, hugging his knees close to his chest. “But I guess it’s kinda my fault, for playing as the dumb one.” He almost whispered. Luckily Coran could hear him.

“Number thr- Lance, why do you think the other paladins would laugh at you? You are all supposed to be a team! And defend the universe together! Like old Alfor and Zarkon used to do! Although it didn’t end well, and Zarkon killed Alfor and took half of the universe bu-“

“Things had changed since Alfor’s time, Coran. Plus, I guess all the Alteans are nerds or something, so you guys probably respect each other like gods.” Lance huffed a laugh and hugged his knees closer. “Humans are different.”

“Ah!” Coran yelled offensively. “Just so you know, young me used to be a quite moody teenager!” He started playing with his hands again in the air while he was about to start telling a story of his childhood. “There was one time my nany looked over me and my other fifty-six siblings. She let all of us have some homemade Griflid Muscorn as we all played in the yard!” He chuckled at the memories.

“Wow... you must felt so forgotten if you had 56 siblings.” Lance gave Coran a comforting understanding sad face, and Coran questioned it for a second before continuing his rant. “Actually, no! They used to call me The Coranotaor, like the monster from the tales that my mom used to read us before bedtime.” Annnnd from that point Lance stopped listening.

Instead, his mind found another source of voices coming from a different room at the end of the hallway, and decided to focus on them. So Lance, without even thinking, got up, and started to walk over to the voices. “Lance? Where are you going, boy?” But Lance couldn’t really answer him, or hear him.

He stepped slowly on his fingertips, afraid to chase the voices away, and moved forward closer to the noise. When he finally reached the room, he took a peek inside and saw it was only Hunk and Pidge, still working on his damaged suit. Well, more like Hunk working on the suit, as Pidge lay on the floor and whined about life (honestly same).

“-and I can’t connect that wire into Green’s shield, because it’s not long enough to reach the main source of power!” She threw her arms in the air and then dropped them down, sighing heavily. “You can always use a power-box.” Hunk suggested, a tongue out as he worked on Lance’s armor. “And where am I gonna find a power-box in space, Hunk?” She asked annoyed, but also helpless. Hunk snapped out for a second, eyes searching for an answer on the floor like it was written there, but then he went back to work when he couldn’t find one. “You have a point.” He shrugged.

Lance was about to speak and blow his cover to help his little friend with what she needs, when she started talking again. “And what’s the deal with Lance, huh?”

He froze.

“Did you notice how he acted on our meeting? I mean yeah sure, he helped us find a hole in our plan, but now we are back at zero.” She rolled to her side and looked at Hunk. “I’m sure we could've handled a few guards.”

“Guess you’ll never know, thanks to Lance.” Hunk smiled a little and lifted up the chest part of Lance’s armor. He put this up to the light and “scanned” it with his eyes, then taking it down again and picking a different tool to use.

Pidge scoffed. “And when did he become such a smart-ass? It’s not normal for him, says the girl who suffered being at the same school as he for two years.”

Suffered, huh?

“I agree it’s... weird, but remember that it could be the poison and not actually him. Don’t take it personally.” Hunk reminded her.

That was when Lance’s eyes widened, if they weren’t already.

“Thank god there will be no smart Lance next week.” Pidge sighed happily and rolled on her back again.

“What..?” Lance said, loudly now, not caring if they heard him or not, which they did. “O-Oh, hey buddy.” Hunk waved at him, a tool still in his hand.

“What poison?” Lance asked, looking at Pidge with a panicked expression. “Didn’t Coran tell ya?” She asked, now sitting up.

“I- no!” The stress raised up. “Am I going to die?! From poison?!” He yelled the question and Hunk flinched. “W-what?”

“I can’t believe it... I’m going to die because of a stupid poison and yOU!” He pointed at Pidge. “I can’t believe you want me to die!” He cried out, the pain was finally set free into Lance’s heart. “I thought we were friends... you know? Brother and sister?” He asked with a sad smile, tears building in his eyes. Pidge eyes grew wide, and the confusion was pushed back in her head.

Lance took a last glare at the two and ran off, only to bump into Coran. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The tears already sliding down his face. “I trusted you.” He whispered the last part, and pushed near the shocked and scared man. He ran off to his room.

Was it that bad for him to actually help? Did it cause so much damage for him to try and make things right? Pidge and Hunk won’t need to worry anymore. Basically, no one will. Lance will take the burden out of everyone’s shoulder. He can shut up. He can do that. At least he’ll die knowing he made his teammates happy.

[bad-exo-imagines]

The Best of Both Worlds

The Daily Lives of a High School Koreaboo  - part 2

Background: I wrote a joke fic for my friend for her birthday and it got out of control. Then i thought, it’d be perfect for this blog. I had to change a few things to make it a more universal fic, so the main character is “you”. Just like any other classis self-insert fic Y/N means your name.

Part 1

Y/N shut of their alarm clock and sprung out of bed. They were so excited for today since it was their first day going to a Korean high school. They had set their alarm so they’d have an hour and a half to get ready. Y/N went to her personal bathroom off of there room to get ready. Minhyuk on the other hand only gave himself 30 minutes to get ready. After going to the bathroom he went downstairs to get himself some food.

“Good morning!” Y/N said sliding him a plate of food

“Oh, uh, thanks.” He responded surprised to see their so chipper, especially since it was 6:30 in the morning.

The foreigner washed their plate since they was already done eating before heading back upstairs to finish getting ready. Minhyuk watched as they walked by. They was already dressed in their uniform. It was a grey jacket, a navy blue button up with a white collar, and (navy blue skirt with two white stripes/grey pants). Minhyuk realized he had been staring with his mouth open so he quickly turned back around and started eating.

After finishing styling their hair, Y/N hurried out into the hall. Minhyuk waited patiently at the top of the stairs for them. He smiled beamed at them, heart skipping a beat when he saw them smile back.

“You ready?” Y/N asked excitedly.

“Yeah. Are you gonna be okay? You’re not gonna explode on me are you?”

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

The two grabbed their school backpacks, Minhyuk’s black and Y/N’s a light blue. They both slipped on sneakers and grabbed the keys off the counter. He opened the door leading to the garage and held it for Y/N, letting them go out first. As they drove Minhyuk excitedly told Y/N about all the friends he was going to introduce to them.

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“Jimin. Why are you doing this?” V said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t be seen with you if you’re hair looks like that. Hold still okay?” Jimin responded.

“He did this to me too,” Jungkook piped in smirking, leaning against the doorframe of V’s bathroom, watching the small boy fuss with the green dye “even made me put on makeup”

V looked over at the youngest’s hair, seeing that his soft jet black hair was styled nicely, and that he indeed had light eye makeup on that shaped his face well, simple eyeliner and some eyeshadow dark brown on the bottom outer corner.

“Ooo~ V can I put some on y-”

“No.”

Jimin let out a whine as he grabbed a comb and gel. He unceremoniously dragged V to the bathtub and stuck his head under the faucet.

“Make sure you rinse it out well,” Jungkook commented. “When you dyed RM’s hair last week he was sweating pink.”

“It’s only a few streaks, it won’t be hard.” Jimin replied. After a bit of rinsing he turned the water off and dragged V back to the chair he had been sitting in. “Kookie hand me the blow dryer.”

the  freshmen plugged in said dryer and handed it to Jimin who turned it on the highest heat and full blast. V sheilded his face. “Ya! You’re gonna melt my skin off!”

Jimin ignored it and kept going until V’s hair was completely dry. He put very minimal gel in to style it. “There, now I can associated with you two.”  

The sophomore checked out the green tint added to his bangs. “Was this really necessary?”

“Yes of course!” Jimin said. He grabbed both V and Jungkook’s wrists and ran out of V’s room “Come on, we gotta go meet up with Daeil!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N let out an excited exhale as they stepped out of the car. Minhyuk smiled as he walked around the car to walk with them.

“IS THAT MINHYUK?” An unfamiliar, deep voice called as the two started walking.

Three guys ran up and pulled Minhyuk into a hug, the four of them all laughing. “Where’ve you been for the past month dude?” The blonde asked

“I told you, Y/N,” Minhyuk turned and gestured at the student, making the three just notice they were even there “was going to be living with me for the year.”

“Oh, you were serious.” The purple haired boy said looking surprised.

“Uh, Annyeong Haseyo.” Y/N bowed shyly

The three boys bowed back, each saying hello.

“I’m Kim Jongin, everyone calls me Kai.” The blonde was the first to say his name.

“Lee Taemin. Nice to meet you” The purple haired boy spoke next.

“Kim Wonshik, but you can call me Ravi.” The deep voiced, bluenette said last.

Y/N looked at Minhyuk, realizing that these were the Terror Triplets he talked about in the car. Minhyuk had said that the three of them had been best friends since kindergarden and always got into trouble. Not over things like thievery or fist fights, but just for never knowing when to stop talking in class, when to stop cracking jokes, when to stop eating, when to stay awake. Lee Taemin, went from being the awkward, quiet kid that was ignored by most of the school to the awkward, slightly less quite heartthrob of the class of 2018. Kim “Kai” Jongin, currently holding the record for most expensive school lunch at $45. Kim “Ravi” Wonshik, the only kid in the history of Incheon Nonhyeon High School to fall asleep in the middle of finals, and managed to do it 3 times.

“I gotta get Y/N to the main office, I’ll see you guys in a bit during homeroom alright?” Minhyuk said waving to them.

“Bye bye Minnie~” Ravi said jokingly blowing a kiss at him as he lead Y/N to the front door.

Meanwhile Jimin, V, and Jungkook climbed out of Jimin’s car and made their way into the school. “Alrighty now… He said he’d meet us in the usual spot.” Jimin said entering the building.

“Woah,” Jungkook whispered, “I’m gonna get so lost.”

V laughed and patted Jungkook on the back “Don’t worry, you got us.”

“Come on guys let’s go!” The orange haired turned and grabbed their wrists again.

The three bobbed and weaved through the halls and stopped in the main lobby. Jimin scanned the faces, looking for a familiar face. V suddenly felt a tap  on his shoulder and turned to see a boy with hair resembling freshly fallen snow smirking at him.

“Took you guys long enough,” The guy said

Jimin gasped and turned around to see the man and nearly tackled him when he saw him “DAEIL~!”

Daeil laughed and picked up the small man into a hug. V smiled, but his smile flattened when he saw Jungkook clench his jaw. V elbowed the youngest and whispered to him “You have nothing to worry about. Jimin’s more likely to date me than Daeil.” The younger gave V a small smile

“Thank god you got rid of that stupid middle part” Jimin said looking up at Daeil’s hair after he was placed back on the ground. “Although now you kind of look like an emo kid”

“And you finally stopped having the flat bowlcut. You looked like you went to some boarding school.” Daeil ruffled the orange haired boy’s hair. “Nice to see you again V”

Jimin laughed as he swatted away the other’s hand. “Oh Daeil! This is Jungkook, the one I told you about!” Jimin grabbed the freshmen’s hand and brought him closer.

“Hello.” Jungkook said bowing slightly.

“Hi, hey wait aren’t the freshmen supposed to be in the cafe?”

“OH MY GOD!” Jimin exclaimed before running down the hall, dragging Jungkook behind him.

Daeil laughed as the two ran “They seem cute together.”

“Yeah, Jimin-hyung never shuts up about him.” V said trying to sound annoyed, but a smile still on his face.

“What about Jungkook?” Daeil asked raising an eyebrow.

“He’s not one to talk about that stuff, which makes Jimin-hyung freak out, but he likes him just as much, if not more honestly.”

Daeil smiled widely and put his arm around V’s shoulder. “That’s good, after what happened with,” Daeil stopped and sighed.

“Kim Daeil!” A voice called from the left of them.

“Speak of the devil,” Daeil said quietly to V before yelling back “Yoo Sungoh, you just get here? What happened to the goody-two shoes getting here 30 minutes early?”

V turned to see Juniors Yoo Sungoh and Kim Jeonguk, and Seniors Choi Kisu and Cory Hong. Daeil smiled and ran over to hug the four.

“Oh man is that V?” Cory asked with a wide smile, pulling V into a hug two.

Y/N and Minhyuk walked out of the office and collided into the group standing right outside the door. Sungoh turned to yell at what he thought were freshmen acting out but froze with fear when he saw Minhyuk.

“Oh hello Yoo Sungoh.” Minhyuk said dryly. Sungoh swallowed nervously and bowed deeply. The rest of the boys looked away awkwardly, unsure what to do. Minhyuk smiled at the group “Good to see you guys haven’t ‘dropped out’ too.” The boys’ eyes widen, in disbelief of what Minhyuk had said. Minhyuk’s eye bore into Sungoh, and the taller boy shrank under his stare.

Kisu was the first to notice the student behind Minhyuk. “Who’s this?” He asked trying his best to change the subject.

“Y/N. They’re living with me..” Minhyuk responded curtly, eyes never leaving Sungoh.

“Uh, Hi.” Y/N said softly. “Nice to meet you.”

Minhyuk turned to Y/N with a genuine smile “Come on Y/N, I’ll show you where you’re homeroom is.” He turned back to Sungoh and whispered in his ear still smiling “Try to stay out of trouble this year alright?”

Minhyuk put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and walked her down the hall. “What was that?” They asked glancing back at the group. Minhyuk stopped pulled Y/N off to the side into an empty club room.

“That was Gold Gang, 24K. They used to be my best friends. They started of as a nice group of guys that started to get mixed up in bad things. It’s a mess. There’s Cory Hong, the one with that stupid sweatband around his forehead about to record an aerobic exercise video. Don’t let him fool you, he’s the leader and secretly the toughest one. Choi Kisu, the auburn haired one, is the second in command. Kim Jeonguk is the strong silent type you know? Since he doesn’t talk much he flies under the school’s radar and many teachers don’t even realize he’s Golden. Then, there’s Yoo Sungoh. He’s the reason I can’t keep being friends with them. He found out that one of the teachers was getting suspicious of them and he quickly got someone who would be an alibi. That teacher’s favorite student: Jimin. Jimin of course was unaware of all the things that the Golden Gang did, and still is. He’s so innocent and naive that I can’t tell him he was used. Sungoh pretended to date Jimin, taking him on ‘dates’, but he’d really be doing gang work. Jimin though started to fall for Sungoh. Hard. I put together what Sungoh was doing and threatened 24k. I told Sungoh that if Jimin ever found out he was being used I’d send all of the evidence to the police, and I told him to break up with Jimin. He did it in such an awful way, Juan’s still pretty broken up about it honestly. There was two others but they… don’t go to school here any more.”

Y/N blinked a couple of times, jaw hung open. They definitely weren’t expecting school gangs when they flew over to Korea. They were silent for a couple of seconds before saying “Are- are there any other gangs?”

Minhyuk smiled before the warning bell went off. “Come on, Let’s get to homeroom okay?”

In homeroom, Ravi sat on his desk facing Taemin and Kai who sat on the windowsill. Taemin looked up to see a group of girls quickly turn away blushing. Ravi looked over his shoulder to see what Taemin looked at, turning back with a frown.

Taemin leaned forward a little. “Don’t worry about them babe” He whispered softly to the bluenette.

“This was a lot easier when you had all your baby fat still.” Ravi responded pouting.

Taemin laughed blushing ever so slightly. The taller two smiled at the sound, loving every note. Kai held back the urge to lean forward and kiss Taemin’s cheek. It was gonna be another long school year. The three decided it was best to keep their relationship from everyone, but it was so hard from them to keep their hands of each other. Kai looked away to try to repress his urges, just in time to see Minhyuk and the foreigner from earlier walk in.

“Ya Minhyuk!” The blonde yelled out, startling his two boyfriends.

Minhyuk smiled at the three and sat down in the desk in front of them. Y/N stood awkwardly, unsure what seat to sit in. Minhyuk pointed at the seat in front of him. The Terror Triplets all took their seats, Ravi in the back corner behind Minhyuk, Kai to the right of him, and Taemin in front of Kai, next to Minhyuk.

“Don’t worry, no one sits in this seat anymore.” Minhyuk smiled

“Anymore? I thought homerooms were by grade?” Y/N asked raising her eyebrows

Taemin laughed and spoke up, “They are, but 24k’s Hong Seokjun dropped. That was his seat.”

“Dropped, got expelled, same thing.” Ravi commented making his boyfriends laugh.

“Expelled?” Y/N questioned surprised

Minhyuk winked before discreetly pointing at the boys who were coming up behind them. They turned around pretending to get a pencil out of their bag and looked to see the Golden Gang’s Cory and Kisu sit down, Cory in front of them, Kisu to the right of him. they turned back with a confused look on their face but Minhyuk just put his finger up to his mouth as a way to show not to question anything right now.

Ravi got up and sat on top of the empty desk in between Taemin and Kisu that was right beside Y/N. “How’s it hanging Goldilocks?” Taemin, Kai and Minhyuk smiled cheekily as Kisu turned around and shot Ravi a death glare.  

“What do you want Wonshik?” Kisu asked dryly.

“Aren’t you excited?” Ravi said with clearly fake enthusiasm “It’s the first day of the new school year! And better yet, our last one! A new year, a blank slate.”

Cory turned too to look at Ravi, getting that Ravi was hinting at the 24k to end their work, but instead of glaring he put on a fake smile. “Yeah, you never know what could happen in a year.” Cory’s eyes shifted to Minhyuk.

Someone cleared their throat behind Ravi and the whole group froze. The bluenette turned to see a black haired man looking at him slightly annoyed. Ravi quickly jumped off the desk and muttered an apology before heading to his desk. The atmosphere in the corner turned icy cold. The man sat down in the desk Ravi had been on top of and readjusted the black earbuds in his ear.

Cory turned around in his seat and leaned on Y/N’s desk “So what brings you to Incheon Nonhyeon High School darling?”

Minhyuk’s body tensed in disgust. He went to yell Cory to turn around but Y/N spoke first.

“I’m an exchange student.” they said flatly.

“Sounds exciting darling. Where from?” Cory said, trying to get more of a response.

Taemin leaned over to Minhyuk and whispered “Are you okay, your knuckles are white, which is really surprising considering you’re even tanner than Kai.”

Minhyuk looked down to see his hands were balled into fists on his desk. He also noticed his jaw was clenched. Minhyuk took a deep breath in to relax and turned to Taemin with a smile “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” Taemin looked at him questioningly before turning back into the blue and blonde haired boys.

The teacher walked in and everyone quieted down and turned to face the right way. Y/N was, surprised to say the least, at the appearance of the teacher. He had vibrant red hair, the color of the rising sun at six in the morning.  It made him look like a fire god almost. His makeup was dark, a heavy black and grey smokey eye, and burgundy lips. The most shocking thing to Y/N was the golden glitter scattered on his face. They glanced around and saw girls on the other side fangirling much to Y/N’s disbelief.

“Hello. Welcome back to Incheon Nonhyeon, you finally made it to your senior year. If you look around you’ll actually notice we have a foreign exchange student in our homeroom this year. Will you come up and introduce yourself?”

Y/N slowly got up and made her way to the front.

“Annyeong haseyo. I’m Y/N.” Y/N said bowing to the class

“If I’m not mistaken, Y/N you’re living with Lee Minhyuk’s family correct?”

“Yes sir”

The teacher let out a sigh “Good luck.”

Alyss gave the teacher a confused look but Minhyuk piped in. “Could be worse, they could have been stuck with J Hope.”

“Come on Minhyuk! I’m not that bad!” A light brown haired boy shouted from the other side of the room.

“Oh please,” Taemin said with a smile turning to face the brunette “J Hope, that time you pants the senior class president last year was pretty bad.”

J Hope let out a loud laugh “SUGA NEARLY KILLED ME!”

The teacher tried to hide his laughter by bringing his hand to his mouth and coughed. “Anyway. I am Kwon Jiyong, though you may here fellow student call me G Dragon.” The teacher motioned for Y/N to sit back down, and then himself sat at the desk in the front of the room. “You all have your schedules, correct?”

“Yes” responded the class.

“Well, since right now the freshmen are getting everything sorted, we have 45 minute homeroom all week. You can socialize but you aren’t allowed to leave the classroom. You hear that Jung Hoseok?”

“Yeah yeah~” J Hope said laughing.

Minhyuk stood up and sat on top of Y/N’s desk, placing himself between her and Cory to ensure he wouldn’t try to talk to her again. He had his body facing the rest of class, eyes scanning around. The desks were arranged in rows of 5, and being 6 rows, bringing the total to 30 desks. No one sat in the front seats in homeroom, and they all had sat in the same seats since freshmen year, minus 4 kids who dropped out or were expelled, and now adding the foreign exchange student.  There was now 21 students in Mr. Kwon’s homeroom. But how many will make it through the year?