#this happened. checks watch. 45 mins ago and then we just sat in the same coffee shop we had our first date in & chatted

[skelavender]

actually kudos to my now ex for breaking up with me the week before taylor swift releases an album that shit is gonna HIT

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 2

{26 November}

You checked the time on your wristwatch and it was 8:22 where you instantly shoved your belongings inside your bag.

"Dan! Hurry up!" You slung your bag on your shoulder ready for your college, then heard his foot steps coming down from the stairs.

Your parents left for Scotland half an hour ago for your elder brother, Jaehyun's graduation for a week and now you were being an elder sister which was kind of a hard task.

You were about to open the door but he held your wrist as you looked at him questionly while he frowned. "Did you gave your number to that guy?"

"You're asking that now?"

"Just tell me."

"Of course, I didn't." You told him as you both got out of your house before a mischievous grin crept on your lips. "Wait, were you worried about me?"

"Oh, please." He scoffed and walked ahead of you and you chuckled seeing your brother's cute flustered expression.

A car stopped infront of you, then the car's side window rolled down, revealing your bestfriend Ria Song Smith. "Hey buddies!"

Ria is half Korean and half American as her mother is American and her father is Korean. You both met when she was transferred in your high school and was assigned your seat mate. You were too shy to initiate a conversation so, Ria being the confident one did it and since then you were inseparable.

"Hey!" You went to sit on the passenger's seat while daniel in the back before giving her a highfive as you both drove off.

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10:11 am

Class started and you were listening carefully to the lecture until someone tapped you on the shoulder as you turned to the right side to see a guy smiling.

"Hey, could I borrow a pen? I actually left my pouch bag in the locker."

You nodded before handing him the pen. "Here you go."

"Thanks, by the way, i'm Rowoon." He smiled and held out his hand and you smiled back shaking his hand. "Y/n."

"No talking in class!" Your prof shouted startling you two as you both chuckled lightly before looking ahead.

The hour passed and the class ended where were taking your belongings and were about to go out but Rowoon stopped you holding out your pen. "Thanks.

You just nodded smiling as he smiled back. "If you need any help, you can ask me anytime."

With that, he left the class and you were also leaving but got stopped again by your prof. "Y/n could you help me put this book back in the library?"

"Yes, sure." You took the book from her hand and left the class to the library.

***

10:45 am

"Here!" Chanyeol yelled and Yixing passed the ball to him as he threw it in the basket making the goal.

"Yes!" He fist bumped with members before their coach halted them on their positions as all of them were standing in line.

"You must have heard about the match right? And again, we're gonna compete with that team." He trailed off looking at each of them. "We've won two years in a row, so this time too we're gonna give our best."

"So, keep practicing and let's win again, okay!"

"Yes!" All of them yelled but hearing chanyeol's loud voice, coach smiled at him.

"Our chanyeol always so passionate." He chuckled and members looked at him smiling before he turned serious again. "Okay! Focus!"

"Now continue with your practice." He said leaving the court.

"Okay! Focus!" Chanyeol pretended to be their coach guiding them, minseok hit him with the ball and he caught it.

"You want to be a coach that bad chanyeol?" They all turned around to see their coach and the ball slipped from chanyeol's hand as members were controlling their laugh seeing his face.

"Yes, he's aiming for it." Baekhyun smiled, earning a side glare from chanyeol and the Coach laughed. "Stop fooling around and?"

"Pratice hard!" Their voice chorused through the whole basket ball court and with that their coach left nodding.

"Wah! Chanyeol-ah, you should've seen your face!" Baekhyun laughed harder, chanyeol picked the ball before throwing at him but he dodged it and then ran around the court while chanyeol chasing him.

Junmyeon sighed. "They are driving me crazy."

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You entered the library and greeted the librarian before going inside while kept looking around to which book shelf you have to put the book in. You looked down reading the name if the book and a shoulder colided with yours making you stumble as both of your books fell.

"I'm sorry." You squated down without looking the person and picked the books.

"I'm really sorry." You heard a male voice and looked up to see a tall boy in a blue hoodie and pants with bunch of books in his hands.

"I was carrying these books so, i didn't see you." He explained and you stood up dusting off the book before handing him his books.

You shook your head. "It's okay, i wasn't looking too."

"And good luck with that." You eyed his books and passed by him going another way. He smiled to himself and went carefully by not bumping into anyone else.

***

Later, you and Ria sat on your table in the cafeteria by the window and as you were about to start, Rowoon passed by your table while waving at you before going to his table.

"What? What's happening? Why is Rowoon waving at you?" She questioned you impatiently and you shrugged shoving a spoon of rice in your mouth. "We had class together."

"What? How come i wasn't there?" She made a sad face and you chuckled sipping your juice. "You skipped that class."

"Why didn't you text me! We rarely see our seniors too." She sighed looking towards rowoon's direction and you shook your head at her words. "By the way, i took notes for you too, prof said it's gonna be in the test."

"Awe, you really worry for your bestfriend, don't you? ." She cooed locking her arms around your and you stared at her with a straight face. "No, because you're gonna give me a ride back home."

"Geez! Meanie!" She groaned, unlocking her arms and you giggled.

"Is this seat taken?"

You both looked up to see the boy you met in the library and Ria shook her head before he pulled back the chair opposite of you sitting.

"We met at the library remember?" He looked at you smiling and you nodded while Ria cocked her eyebrow at you.

"I'm Lee Mark." He held out his hand which you giving him a smile. "I'm y/n and she's Ria my best friend."

"You're really meeting boys today huh." Ria whispered to you with a smirk and you glared at her but you also thought the same thing.

"What are you two studying?" He asked.

"Literature." Ria answered. "And you?"

"Arts."

"I've never seen you here before, are you a new student?" She asked him.

He nodded. "It's been a week since i came here from new york."

You both widen your eyes and looked at eachother and then him as he chuckled at your reaction.

"So you're here to study instead of new york?" Ria emphasized the new york word, her eyes still widen and he shrugged. "It's just happened that way."

Then he got a call and picking it up he quickly left the cafeteria before waving bye to you both.

"He's handsome." Ria nodded after starting him till he left and you gave her a look before you both stood up walking out of the cafeteria.

***

2:35 pm

"Are you sure about that?" Rose held the stool tightly watching you climbing and You nodded giving the fused bulb to her as she threw it in trash can before going in the kitchen to grab a new one.

You were waiting for her but she was taking long, so you decided to check and while climbing down, you held the stool tightly as it suddenly started shaking but then stopped.

You looked down to see Baekhyun in a white shirt and pants with jacket over it, holding the stool while looking up at you confusingly. "What are you doing there?"

"Uh, I was changing the bulb."

"Why you are changing it? You should've called someone."

"It's just a bulb though and i've done it before too."

He sighed. "Okay, come down, i'll do that."

"Uh, okay."

He held out his hand and you looked at his hand then him before biting your lip as you hesitantly took his hand and came down. Letting of his hand, he climbed the stool before placing his bag on the counter and you held the stool for him.

"Did I took too-oh?" Rose stopped talking and smiled looking at the sight in front of her.

"When did you came?" She asked, giving you the bulb and you gave him.

"When she was about to fall." He answered while adjusting the bulb and rose looked at you worringly but then smiled.

"What a gentleman." Rose praised him and his corner of lips turned up before he jumped down.

"That, I am." He said looking at you while dusting off his hands and then Rose before he took the stool as he went to the kitchen while you glanced at rose to see her already looking at you with a smile.

"What happened?" Your forehead and she shook her head. "Nothing."

"So, how did it go?" You asked her and she sighed sitting at one of the tables.

"What? Did it went really bad?" Baekhyun asked her coming out from the kitchen and stood next to you at the counter.

"When I said hopefully, I really meant it." She glanced at you to see both of your quizzical face and chuckled. "I didn't even get to meet him, instead i met another man thinking it's him."

"What!?" You exclaimed, startling Baekhyun but a chuckle left your lips.

"It's not funny." She squinted her eyes at you and you smiled sheepishly. "Sorry but why did you thought it's him?"

"He was dressed in a suit and suddenly stood up when he saw me, i thought he is the man so i sat with him, he just began talking without asking my name," She sat up straight. "And we actually were having a good time until mom called and told me that her friend's son couldn't make it."

She folded arms to her chest. "That's when i went stiff and asked if his name was min ho but he denied and then i got to know that he was waiting for his model and mistook me for her."

"Wait.. then he must have found me pretty for mistaking me for a model." She smiled shyly tucking a hair behind her ear and you chuckled.

"Of course, you are pretty." Baekhyun grinned making her smile more but then her shoulder dropped. "I guess, i have no chance with men?"

"Why would you think that? There are alot of good men out there i'm sure you'll find someone good too." Baekhyun said and you nodded at his words before going to rose and sat opposite of her.

"Rose, don't feel down, like i said yesterday that you're an independent and an amazing woman, so it has to be someone awesome for you right? And i'm sure you'll meet him someday." You gave her a assuring smile as she smiled back at your words.

"So, just be happy and stop getting upset about that, what's meant for you, you'll surely get it." You added giving her a firm nod and she nodded smiling.

"Or just like you said, i should travel around so i can find someone like Big Boss." She giggled and you laughed. "Yeah, you should and let me come with you."

"Me too!" Baekhyun intruded and you all laughed.

"Okay enough talking, get back to work." She stood up, greeting the customer as he entrered.

"You really cheered her up." Baekhyun said to you after giving the customer his drink.

"I know right, even i didn't know i can cheer someone up." You looked at Rose, talking to a customer before you heard Baekhyun speaking. "I always thought you are good at cheering people."

You looked at him confused. "How?"

"Because Rose is always smiling or laughing whenever she talks to you, so you are a cheerful person." He smiled and you just stared at him.

"What's wrong?" He looked at you confusingly.

You shook your head and he nodded, continuing his work while you were still standing there with your burning cheeks as you always feel weird by compliments.

"He's really good at words." You muttered, calming your heart while looking at him and let out a big exhale as you shooed away your thoughts before continuing your work.

***

7:25 pm

"Good night rose!" You walked out of the Café and stood under the shade as a sigh escaped from your mouth when you saw rain pouring.

"Y/n, let me give you a ride back home." Rose said coming out of the Café after closing it with Baekhyun.

"No, Rose it's okay." You refused politely. "My house is that way and you'll have to make U turn while going to your home, so i'll just trouble you."

"No you won't, how-"

"Don't worry, i'll walk her home." Baekhyun interuppted and Rose smiled while you looked at him in surprise.

"Okay, be careful." She patted baekhyun's back and drove off in her car before waving at you.

"You don't have to and my house is ten minutes walk, i'll just call my brother." You said as were about to take your phone out but it was of no use as he was already standing beside you with an umbrella over you both.

He gestured you to take a step and you sighed while started walking beside him with a distance.

"So you have a brother?" He asked breaking the silence after walking for few seconds and you nodded. "I have two brothers."

"And you're last?"

"No, i'm the middle child and my younger brother is wait- how much younger he is.."

Baekhyun looked at you amused and chuckled watching you mumbling before he changed your positions as a car was passing by but you were too busy in your thoughts to notice it.

You looked at him and realized your changed positions but you just shrugged it off. "What about you? Do you have a brother?"

He nodded. "I have an older brother and he's married."

You frowned. "Why are you telling me that?"

"Just in case."

"What do you mean just in case? I'm wasn't even interested okay." You scoffed and he laughed making you frown.

Imersed in your conversation, you didn't realize that you reached home and the rain had stopped. You looked at him to say bye but got interuppted when you saw Daniel coming out from the house.

"Pota-." He stopped when he saw Baekhyun as he approached you two and looked back at you while signaling you to tell him about him.

"Ah, he's my little brother Daniel." You introduced him to Baekhyun and he nodded before holding out his hand as Daniel shook his head smiling. "I'm Baekhyun, who works with your sister at Café."

You looked at daniel. "But were you going somewhere?"

He nodded. "I was coming to get you."

"Right now?"

"The rain just stopped." He said innocently making Baekhyun smile.

You looked at him in disbelief and glared at him as you wanted to beat him that time but since Baekhyun was standing there, you couldn't do it.

You shifted your glaring eyes from Daniel to Baekhyun and your eyes soften. "Thank you for walking me home."

"No problem." He waved it off and looked at Daniel. "You should walk your sister back home, it could be dangerous for her since it's night time."

You looked at him with wide eyes and then Daniel who seemed to be confused but then smiled as he gave him a nod. "Yes, Hyung."

You looked at him shook as he called him Hyung and Baekhyun smiled before giving him a pat on his shoulder.

"Then i'll go now." He looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, reach safely."

You walked inside with Daniel behind you as you closed the door before something popped into your mind. "Ah right, did you changed the light bulb?

"What light bulb?"

"I told you to change the light bulb of my bathroom before leaving home." You looked at him with your patience going out of the hands and he sat on the couch before looking at you innocently. "Ah did you? I forgot."

"How can you forget that!?"

"It slipped from my mind."

"Slipped from your mind? I have to use washroom!" You said loudly.

"Just use any."

"Forget it! I'll do it myself and you know what? I gave you the perfect name, good for nothing!" You threw the pillow on his face before running upstairs.

"Yah!"

"Shut up!"

Baekhyun was still outside of your house as he was just close to walk away completely but stopped by your yelling and got surprised before he chuckled listening yours and Daniel's bickering.

"Light bulb." He muttered going home while a smile was plastered on his face.

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I had to write like this without spacing too much or I can't fit the whole chapter because it's long.

@wooya1224

[crybabytoy59]

My begging letter reply...

I opened the letter attached to the box my hands shaking the whole time,opening the folded pink paper the page coming into view I read it...

Very well done Babyslave, that was a lovely Begging Letter you wrote so

given your genuine feelings we are going to let you visit us for a long weekend

so the following dates You will choose one to serve us as our “Babyslave”

01/05....07/05...14/05....

Once you give us Our weekend date you Will use what’s in this box as described With No Exceptions ! This part is Not up for negotiations, as we will

be checking that Our Toy is Obedient. You will Not be given a Safeword & will be at our Will as to how Your Training & Punishment are given (We will not harm you permanently or leave any lasting damage, other than the inevitable mental

Tormented harm that we are guessing you can pull upon later when you feel the “Need within”....

Now open the box.....Babyslave !

Still reading the line over “You will not be given a Safeword” my mind now racing over the prospect of this type of Dominant Control, something I had always fantasised over but the thought of actually submitting to this ?

So I lifted my small knife cutting the box open.

Inside the box was a pink pvc dress with white frilly hem and at the cuffs to the arms, over the chest was a heart shaped panel surrounded by the same white frills, in this was a cartoon character of Winnie the Pooh ! Next was a large pink disposable with Fairy prints on it, pvc see through pants they also had Winnie the Pooh bear front & rear, white Mary Jane socks and pink booties, a tube of hair removal cream, a rubber ring with balls on it ? some sort of powdered drink.

Also there was two gift cards one was for a hairdresser, the other was for a natural health shop.

Now getting excited over looking at the items from the box I found myself getting excited about the prospect of serving them both, looking at the dates I found the first date was perfect as I had No plans that weekend.

So excited I messaged them my date...a reply came back ...

That’s perfect Babyslave..Now book both appointments for the Friday morning they are close together so allow 2hrs for both so you will be Finnished for 10am,

after done you Will message us for instructions.Take your Dress ect in a back pack with you so they are ready.

We look forward to seeing you for your Obedience Training weekend Babyslave.

The next week dragged on but finally the Thursday came at 7pm I was.  Instructed to use the cream to remove all my hair feet to neck, the smell was not very nice but 30 mins later after a shower I stood completely void of hair !

A message came that I was to go straight to bed with No supper only my usual hot milk and honey.....in my terry Nappy & rubber pants with My pink baby doll nightie on....I was allowed to wet if I found the need but No poopies ! As usual No Cummies (It had been six weeks now with no relief Only frustration over the Pictures they sent me each day to look at teasing me endlessly at work at home they would come ..Pictures of sissy bondage Abdl art ect...

Friday morning I removed my soaking wet Nappy showered then headed with my back pack to the hairdresser.

On arrival I handed the girl my gift card “Hi you must be Tina’s friend, follow me please” the petite girl led me to a chair “Sit here Carla will be with you in a moment” as I sat nervously an older girl appeared behind me smiling “Hi am Carla nice to meet you” she put a black cover around my neck tied it on then pushed my head forward “Keep still please” I heard buzzing then felt the shaver on my head removing my hair not some of it All of it ! She shaved my head Bald then foam razor shaved it completely !..I sat stunned as she had not asked me anything just simply shaved me bald 👩‍🦲....

“There we go that ok for you ?” I smiled politely saying yes thank you, Carla smiled back “would you like some softness balm ? It’s free !” Again stammering slightly I spoke Emm’err yes thank you...Carla put some clear oil on her hands then started massaging it into my head her finger felt so good softly massaging my Now baud head she poke again “Tilt your head back for me.....(she rubbed my forehead & temples) Just a bit further back please” I forced my neck to arch back fully as she slowed the massaging even further ! It was pure heaven, then it struck me the oil was Baby Oil ! The distinct smell encircling my head invading My nostrils.

She tilted my head back up “That we Go Babe that’s you soft as a baby’s bottom” I went slightly red at her comment but she removed the apron then turned the chair to allow me to get up “Thanks for using us hope we will get to see you as a regular customer, you enjoy your weekend”

With that she walked away, I went out the shop the cool air hitting my newly shaved head felt strange but nice.

As they had told me the health shop was only a few minutes away, as I entered an assistant greeting me I gave Over the voucher “That’s lovely come this way” I followed her as we entered a room there was a bench with a raised bit it had a towel over it.  A girl in a uniform came into the room “Hi my name is Dee am going to give you your treatments today, have you had a colonics treatment before ?” I was totally stunned as I was under the impression I was having a mineral skin treatment not an internal treatment !

Stammering I told her no this was a first...she smiled warmly telling me it was very relaxing to have done and that I would feet great after the treatment.

She gave me a white gown then told me to just remove my clothes and lay over the raised part of the bed with my hips tummy down.

When she came back it was with a cart, lifting my gown she put a towel over my lower back, then gently patted My thighs “pull your legs up slightly & shoulder width apart please”.

This now made me feel very vulnerable & a tad embarrassed, as I thought this treatment was done on your back ? What did I know....”just relax am going to put a tube inside you Ok ?” I nodded then felt cold lube as the tube entered me, she inflated a ballon then I felt warm fluid enter me, but not filling Me it was going back out, just a light constant pressure...In fact it felt very nice.

She told me to relax & enjoy it as the treatment took around 45 minutes then she left the room, embarrassing as it was I fell asleep ! It was just so relaxing...

Dee returned simply removing the tube and wiped me down “That’s you I will leave you to Get dressed, just watch standing up as the treatment will make you feel light headed, did you enjoy it?” Yes Dee it was so relaxing thank you...

I got dressed lifted my backpack thanked her again & left feeling like I was floating!l

No sooner was I out the shop when I got a message “Ok now walk to Mac Donalds go to the bathroom & put on your nappy, pants, dress, tights...put your clothes back on with the Top of the dress neckline showing out of the top of your Tee Shirt then walk back towards the park, we will send you directions from there...Hurry Up Babyslave Don’t Keep us waiting!”

I went into the restaurant toilet stripping to put on my Baby attire! Once I was

dressed the walk to the park had me walking face down as I was sure everyone was looking at the white frilly rubber coming out of my Tee Shirt neck !

At the park a txt came “Well Done.. now go to the car park you will see a black van in the corner go to the side door face the bushes & Stand Completely Still”

As I walked to the van I felt myself swelling up inside the disposable Nappy ! But worse was the rubber ring with the balls around it at my scrotum was keeping the flow of blood from returning & I was now hard as a rock !! Turning to face the bushes my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest !

The van door opened & I felt myself being pulled backwards “Close your eyes Babyslave Do Not Open them no Matter what Happens!”

As I was pulled backwards my coat was being removed then hearing the door slide shut,  I felt my trousers Being unfastened followed by my T-shirt Being removed !  “Clever girlie Babyslave look at you” a hood was being pulled over my head “Open Wide!” A Dummy was put into my mouth through the hole over my lips, this was quite large in size it felt like it was covered in small spikes ?Then I felt a head harness being pulled tightly on “Now Babyslave are you Wet ? (I shook my head) let’s just check (my plastic pants came down then my nappy tabs we’re removed & cool air hit my rear) “Clever girlie that’s just perfect, Now get on all fours & spread you’re leggies nice and Widespread..Clever girlie lift your tummy slightly cutie....(I felt a bench put under me then my legs cuffed apart, followed by my wrists being cuffed then pulled in front of me widely.

At this point I was aware the van was moving, she patted my rear then spoke “Just suckle on your Dummy Babyslave a wee short drive to a Quite location & we can prepare You for the trip home” she was sliding something up my shaft it was compressing my already engorged clitte ! The van came to a stop & the driver got into the back with her. I felt a large pair of hands lift my head as a strap was put to each chin from the belt over the small of my back holding me down...this had me whimpering as my head was forced into an unnatural backwards position ! I heard them both chuckle as she spoke to me..

“Now Babyslave were going to give you a wee taster of what’s in store for your Obedience Training This weekend, Off we Go !..Daddy...” I felt cold lib slide down the crack of my bum cheeks then someone straddling my widespread thighs !

She smiled at her husband as he squatted down lining up his member with the newly cleaned Fuck hole Dee had just cleaned in preparation! Only fifteen minutes ago Dee had messaged Mummy to tell her the treatment was done & they could message him. Now as she watched her hubby Very slowly enter there new Toy starting a slow rhythmic moment of fucking the spread eagle Sissy up the anal passage ! Mummy kissed his cheek..”Clever girlie Babyslave Remember Don’t Open your eyes As so far your being ever so Clever, aaaaww Daddy I can see tears forming...Big thrust now I think...(I could feel the first tears rolling down my face) Clever girlie Babyslave Open your eyes & look at me !” She was stunning even through tears I could see her leather clad figure !...

I had never been fucked by a man, I had fantasies about it but being straight I had never felt guy....but the humiliation of it did excite me....Now here I was Spread & being fucked as this gorgeous girl mocked me tears flowing from me freely now, I cried openly to her with a Deep want to give her my pent up tears..All of them held inside for so long struggled to get passed each other as they ran down my face in a race to be first to the floor of the van !

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way....Big Deep Breath Now though as Daddy is going to Fuck You ever so Hard Now am Afraid !”

True to her word he suddenly took hold of the belt pounding my rear hard as I attempted to scream Mistress Mummy held me in a chocking Hold this muffled any sound I could make As he grunted out a climax Deep inside me !

But he was not the only one that had climaxed my seed was now in the tube over my clitte, as Mistress Mummy pulled it into a syringe...

“Look at this Master Daddy our Dirty wee Punishment Toy did a huge creammie for us ! Mistress Mummy was putting it to the dummy as I felt hot seed coming out of the wee spikes on the dummy teat !

“Clever girlie Crybaby suckle That Down !” I was undone from my position then had a maxi pad taped over my hole !! Then my nappy put back on followed by my pvc pants.They sat me in a chair cuffing my legs under me then my arms behind the seat. Mistress Mummy sat next to me, then Master Daddy drove Off heading home as we drove Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Crybaby Sweetheart can you feel Master Daddy’s gift oozing out Your Baby Fuck hole ?” She giggled as I nodded....”Don’t you fret though Pet as soon as we are home It’s Going To Be Mistress Mummy’s turn To abuse Her Toys fuck hole...Crybaby Your Going To Cry Real Tears then not these silly crocodile Tears here Pet !”......

Mistress Mummy lifted a small rubber hammer tapping the front of my Nappy she hit me with it over & over ....”Now Crybaby I want you to wet your Nappy before we get home...If You don’t I will Beat your down here until you Vomit, Ok Sweetheart?(I nodded) Clever girlie Crybaby Ok Off we go !” She hit me hard with the hammer...I could see Master Daddy smiling at her in the rear view mirror ! What had I gotten myself into.......

[animeniacss]

6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 30 - The Trial

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy) 

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words 

Chapter 30 - The Trial 

           Weong-Bin stood in front of the mirror in the men’s room. He was in the massive courthouse, his lawyer standing beside him as he watched Weong-Bin check his jumpsuit a few times. There was nothing to look at, it was just a plain beige prison outfit that he had to wear in the courtroom, but he wanted some time to think before going in. The day he was waiting for had finally begun, and he was looking forward to seeing how the trial would play out with everything that had happened. As he smoothed out his shirt, he thought back to the morning of the fires.

           “Did you hear?” He overheard one guy whisper. When Weong-Bin looked over, he saw a plump guy, a murderer who was imprisoned for life, chatting with a few friends. “Apparently an apartment and a kid’s dance studio were set on fire by someone.”

           “That’s fucking wild, man. Do they know who did it?”

           “No clue. Apparently, the house that the fire was started in had two kids in it and their mom. And her boyfriend.”

           “Aw shit, kids? Man.” He heard another guy let out a deep sigh. “I got kids. Their father must be panicked.”

           “No idea. I got a peek at the last newspaper before they were all taken. I’m gonna see if someone will let me borrow theirs when they’re done.” The fat man said.

           “Doubt it, but it worth a shot. Keep us updated, will ya?”

           As Weong-Bin scoffed to himself, he gave one last look in the mirror.

           “Ready?” His lawyer asked, motioning to the cops who were waiting beside him to escort him into the room. Weong-Bin looked over, a smirk forming on his face as he nodded.

           “Yeah. Sorry, I took so long, I’m a bit nervous.” His lawyer patted him on the back as the two of them exited the room, the cops following behind as they made their way to their waiting spot. The courtroom was bustling with curious individuals, and Weong-Bin recognized a few familiar faces. He saw Seokjin and Jungkook, wearing nice suits as he stood by one of the doors, conversing with two other boys. He recognized Min Yoongi instantly, who he thought looked the same as he did when they first met in high school. There was another man in glasses as well, but he honestly couldn’t recognize him. They seemed pretty relaxed; despite the situation, they were about to witness. As he continued to look around, his eyes fell on his ex-mother in law and father in law, as well as Taehyung. The three of them were sitting on a bench, your mother in the arms of her husband. It looked as if she had been crying. Park Jimin stood beside Taehyung, talking with the prosecutor of the case, as he was expected to testify. It seemed most of the people he recognized were expected to testify, but what did they know? They had a suspicion at most, he wasn’t worried. As he continued to look around, more people began filing into the hallway, some even heading into the courtroom to find the best seats.

           “Let’s get inside.” His lawyer said simply. Weong-Bin nodded, getting ready to follow him when his attention was alerted to the sound of a nearby door opening. Glancing over, he watched as you walked out. You were wearing a navy-blue dress, where the skirt fell to your knees and the sleeves stopped right at your elbows. It was a dress that showed skin, but not a lot. One that showed off how pretty you were, yet still left something to the imagination of others. Weong-Bin snickered, causing his lawyer to turn around and see what his client was now staring at. When he did, he saw you had stopped in front of them, staring straight ahead. He blinked, staring straight back at you as his mind began to wander once again.

           The same morning that he had heard the inmates gossiping about the fires, was the same morning he woke up early, wanting to make sure he was one of the people who snagged a newspaper. They only supplied a few, so it could be difficult to read up on the daily news if you were not a morning person. Weong-Bin sat himself down, flipping open the paper to see the headline.

           APARTMENT AND LOCAL DANCE STUDIO SET ABLAZE WITHIN THE SAME HOUR IN SEOUL!

           As Weong-Bin continued to read, he was looking for a certain part of the article. Injuries and casualties.

           “The fire was starting in the apartment of Miss. Cho, 27, a single mother who lived with her boyfriend,  Jung Hoseok, 27, and two children, aged 5 and 3. The blaze was set around midnight, 45 minutes after the dance studio was ablaze less than 2 miles away. All those who were in the apartment building made it out safely, and the Cho family was raced to the hospital for their wounds to be treated...” Weong-Bin felt his fists grip the paper when his eyes scanned that line in particular. He looked up, scanning the room of inmates and guards who were watching. He saw Officer Song standing by one of the doors, hands at his sides. He wasn’t focused on Weong-Bin right now but instead focused on scanning for any troubling behavior.

           “…Fuck…” Weong-Bin scoffed, crumpling the newspaper and tossing it aside. Behind him, that same fat inmate had seen it, and got out of his seat, grabbing the paper and bringing it to his friends to show. Weong-Bin let out a shaky breath.

           “…Wait…It says here that the victims were….” When the fat man and his friends looked up, they saw Weong-Bin shoot out of his seat.

           “I need to make a phone call!” He snapped. “My children and wife are attacked and I find out through a newspaper article!? Give me a phone!”

           “We should go…” The lawyer quickly said to the cops, making Weong-Bin return from his flashback. He hadn’t gotten any more information that day, at least not from you, as he still was unable to contact you. The information he was given was passed down from the nurse to a guard, and then finally to him. He tried to act like the concerned husband and father, tearing up and begging to see or even talk to them, however, you all were resting, and he was denied. “Come on, Weong-Bin…”

“Right…” He said. However, before they could escort Weong-Bin away, you quickly walked up to them. The lawyer turned back around.

“Uh, Miss. Cho, you can’t-.”

           “Please.” You begged. The lawyer hesitated, but however, he looked at the cops and nodded. They stepped back slightly, watching and waiting to continue their jobs. You finally looked back at Weong-Bin, who looked down at his restraints on his hands.

           “…I’d hug you if I could.” He said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re all okay.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?”

           “Yuna is watching them. Min Ja won’t be testifying anymore after what happened, she’s too shaken up. We’ve been staying at Taehyung’s house.” You explained simply.

           “Well, I’m just glad you’re all safe.” He said simply. You pursed your lips together, and Weong-Bin looked you over. “Nice dress. I always wanted you to wear it when I bought it.” You looked down, smoothing out the sides of it just slightly with one of your hands. “…Looks like it’s gotten a bit tight, though. Around the stomach.” Just as your hand wiped some dirt off of the side, you gripped the fabric around your fingers. “It has been a few years since I bought it, though. Don’t worry, you look lovely.”

           “…I forgot it was you who bought it.” You admitted, looking up at him. “I’m glad it was worn once…before I burn it.” Weong-Bin frowned. You let out a deep breath. “You looked kind of surprised to see me when I walked out of the bathroom just now. Why was that?”

           “I figured you’d still be in the hospital. But you’ve always been so…tough, I guess?” Deciding to end it there, he turned on his heels, he looked at the cops. “We should get going.” He said, before following them off. As he passed Taehyung, he glanced over and saw that he had a dark glare in his face. “…Fix that look, little bro. You look like a murderer~.” He said, before finally walking out of sight. Taehyung scoffed.

           “That prick.” He huffed.

           “Don’t start.” Jimin said gently, crossing his arms as the prosecutor approached you. You were gripping the strap of your pocketbook, trying to keep your breath steady.

           “You’ll be just fine.” She assured. “Ready?” You nodded, smiling a bit, before following her inside. Looking over your shoulder, you saw everyone else was following you inside, and a few familiar smiling faces helped boost your confidence up as everyone took their seats, and the judge entered the room.

           The the trial was long. The prosecutor and the defense lawyer were taking their arguments and the evidence, trying to use whatever they could to make sure that the judge saw their point of view, that Weong-Bin was a violent abuser, or that he was a man with a temper who needed counseling, not jail time. As you listened, Taehyung sat at your side, his hand gripping yours tightly, hoping that he could silently help keep you calm when he knew you needed it the most. You couldn’t help yourself from staring at Weong-Bin from time to time, eyes diverting to him to see if he would have any type of reaction to mentions of physical evidence such as photos of bruises, documentation of police visits to the house over the years, and of course, the testimony of those who knew Weong-Bin and yourself. Every person that testified against Weong-Bin, his lawyer had something to say to them. Jimin was first.

“I saw him have my co-worker, Jung Hoseok, pinned against the wall of my dance studio. He was yelling his face and threatening for him to end the relationship with his ex-wife.”

“Then where’s the video footage of this alleged altercation?” The lawyer asked. “You must have had video footage of this if you’re making a claim so bold. Threatening is serious.” Jimin frowned, eyes falling into his lap.

“I did keep the footage for something like this. But my dance studio and all the footage burned down a few nights ago.” The lawyer let out what he tried to pass off as a sympathetic sigh.

“I’m sorry that happened, Mr. Park. However, without evidence, is there any other way you can prove this event occurred? How do we know you’re not making something up to protect your friends?”

“…Because I’m not?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. The lawyer nodded.

“That’s not good enough, Mr. Park.” His lawyer said as he returned to his seat, and Jimin was excused.

Jungkook was up next. The kid sat straight up on the witness stand, hands clasped together as he tried to look at professional and stoic as he could.  

“I would always see that he kept calling her phone at work. When she wouldn’t answer, there were a few times he would show up outside the building.” He explained. “I would try to stay and make sure she was alright because I had a funny feeling about him, but she never let me.”

“A funny feeling?” The lawyer asked. “Well if she sent you away, she must not have needed you. She must have…felt safe.”

“I guess…” he said, tilting his head. “But still-.”

“So, is it possible you were blowing these feelings out of proportion because you…felt some type of way of Miss. Cho yourself?” Jungkook’s ears turned a bright red, and the lawyer chuckled.

“I guess so. But I know what I saw and she always looked uncomfortable when he would bother her all the time.” The lawyer nodded.

“Maybe in your rose-tinted glasses, she did. But you can’t even know how she really feels unless she tells you herself. Evidence A and B, of the records of the calls and him outside the work building during her shifts, only show he was trying to contact her about something, and she kept hanging up. There’s really no conversation for us to determine why he was calling her in the first place.”

“But-.”

“That’s all. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” You watched Jungkook get up off the stand, guilt written all over his face. When he sat down behind you, you quickly turned and lifted your hand out, patting his shoulder as Jin rubbed his back supportively.

“Sorry, Noona…” he said. “He twisted my words.”

“You did fine.” You whispered softly. “Okay?”

When Taehyung and your parents testified about the bruises and the decrease in your behavior since entering the relationship, the lawyer was sure to mention that they never once called these suspicions into the authorities, probably due to lack of evidence. This lawyer was good at twisting the words of others to suit the needs of his client. It was his job, but that didn’t make him just as slimy as the people he worked for. Watching your friends take the stand in your defense only to be pissed off and intimidated by this man, it made you feel as if you were drowning in guilt.

           “I don’t like how you’re twisting my words.” Taehyung said simply. “I said I never called the authorities because my sister always told me there was nothing wrong.”

           “…So, you just confessed that she even identified as nothing ever being wrong?” The lawyer asked.

           “She was lying.” Taehyung hissed. The lawyer smirked.

           “I see… Thank you, Mr. Kim.” He said, walking back to his seat. Taehyung grimaced as he was excused, returning to his seat.

           “I’m sorry…” he said softly, looking at you. You quickly shook your head, lifting a hand up to pat his curly black head of hair. He sighed, crossing his arms. Finally, the prosecutor stood up.

           “Our the last witness is Miss. Cho herself.” She said. You felt all hands of friends around you pat your back supportively as you stood up, smoothing out your skirt as you slowly made your way towards the witness stand to sit down. The view from this angle of the courtroom was much different. You saw everyone’s faces, staring directly at you as they waited to hear what you were going to say. Jin and Jungkook did as they promised, offering kind smiles from their seats for you to turn to if nerves got the best of you. Taehyung was gripping your mother’s hand tightly, and she was clinging to her husband. Weong-Bin, he stood with a completely still face, but as he had most of the trial. He didn’t even look at you, he just stared straight ahead.

           When the prosecutor approached you, she asked you all the same questions that she had during your times practicing. You answered with the truth. Weong-Bin’s abuse was gradual at first, at first mean words and comments that you would simply brush off, yet they would linger in your mind until you change yourself the way Weong-Bin wanted. Once you were in his clutches with a baby, the physical assaults would happen when you did something he didn’t like. Cooked the wrong dinner? He would hit you across the face. Come home late? He would hit you. If Min Ja wasn’t wearing a cut enough outfit to a party or get together, he would hit you. When you wanted a job!? That was the first time he hit you more than once in a row. When you got that job, and kept it even though the second pregnancy? The first time he kicked you. After that, the abuse got worse and worse, on top of all the evidence of his infidelity leading up to the divorce. And of course, even after the divorce, his hands were sure to remain on you. You never told anyone, because you thought it was always a one-shot thing. You thought it was something you had deserved because he molded you to think that way. Plus, none of these left scars, so maybe it really wasn’t what people claimed they were seeing. For the longest time, it wasn’t abused for you.

           It was normal behavior.

           You felt your heartbeat slow just a bit as the prosecutor thanked you and took her seat. That was only for a moment though, because it picked right back up again when you heard a chair push back, and footsteps approach you. Looking up, you saw Weong-Bin’s lawyer with his arms at his sides.  

           “Before you said that you were going through a tough time when Weong-Bin and you first entered a relationship. Is that true?”      

           “Yeah. When we first got back together, he helped make me feel better.” You said. The lawyer nodded, rubbing his chin. You took a shaky breath.

           “…Are you a liar, Miss. Cho?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.

           “A…a liar?” You asked curiously.

           “Before, your step-brother said that you lied to him about the abuse you claim you were facing at the hands of my client.”

           “I was scared. He was financially supporting us and I had two kids. I regret lying, but I did at the time.”

           “Is there anything else you have lied about regarding your family or my client?” He asked curiously. You blinked.

           “…No?” you asked curiously.

           “Really?” he asked. You watched him walk back over to his table and pull out a piece of paper. “Your Honor, I’d like to submit evidence 14A to the court.” You watched him pull out a small packet of papers. “Detailing the miscarriage Miss. Cho experienced approximately 7 years ago, right before reentering a relationship with my client.” Your eyes widened, and it felt as if your heartbeat now completely stopped. Whispers were heard in the courtroom, and your eyes immediately lifted to see the reaction of your family. They were stunned and turned to each other. You couldn’t hear them, but it seemed they were asking one another if they had previously known, but of course, all three of them shook their heads. Your vision of them blurred just slightly because tears were welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t even look at Jin or Jungkook, worried they would no longer have expressions of support on their faces for you. The prosecutor looked stunned as well, sitting back in her seat as she tried to process this new information. The lawyer looked at you, seeing the now distraught state you were in. “Miss. Cho never disclosed about her alleged abuse, much like she didn’t even disclose about her miscarriage to her family. The father, Jung Hoseok, her current boyfriend, didn’t even know about it. Miss. Cho is a liar. She was a liar then, in fear of being shunned as an unwed mother, and she is lying now in hopes of defaming my client, who, at the time of her miscarriage, was the only one who knew and still treated her with only kindness. Isn’t that true, Miss. Cho?”

           “Stop.” You begged, covering your mouth.

           “Answer the question, Miss. Cho.” He snapped. “My client is at risk of imprisonment for your overexaggerated lies. If you couldn’t even convey a miscarriage to your family, what would stop you from creating abuse allegations towards your ex-husband? My evidence showed he paid his child support on time, took excellent care of his girls when they were in his care, and attended every needed school meeting, dance recital, anything, still in their lives. My client simply wants to clear up any misinformation spread about him by his ex-wife, and wants to understand what he did to deserve it.” He looked back at you. “Well, Miss. Cho?”

           “He said it was my fault that baby died, you called that kind!?” You snapped, your face beat red and soaking wet. “Yes, he was nice to me at first. Once I started dating him again, he began saying ‘It’s your fault it died,’ ‘You should’ve listened to me and aborted it,’ and other horrible stuff. I never told anyone because he manipulated me into silence. You had no right to bring that up here!”

           “Of course, I did.” He said. “I did my work, got all the warrants, and all the testimony from the doctors who dealt with the miscarriage. It proves my point, that you’re a liar and a manipulator that only wants to defame my client. What’s your reasoning?”

           “He’s a bastard!” You sobbed. “I can’t tell you the hell I went through married to him and even after I filed for divorce and got my kids out of that stupid house. I can’t tell you how awful my life was, has been, and always will be because of what he did to me. My boyfriend is in the hospital now, and I bet you Weong-Bin is thrilled about it!” The lawyer walked up to the little witness stand you were on, and slammed his hand against the table, making you jump as you tried to wipe your eyes.

           “I have already acknowledged my client is not a fan of your boyfriend so maybe you’re right. But even if that were true, that would still make my client more honest then you are.” He said simply.

“That’s enough!” The prosecutor shouted. “This is harassment, Your Honor!” With that done, the lawyer stepped back.

“I’m done. Thank you, Miss. Cho.” He said simply, before walking back to his table. The room was silent after that, other than you trying to muffle your sobs behind your hands. Finally, the prosecutor sighed.

“May we have a brief recess?” she asked. The judge nodded.

“Yes. I want both of you in my chambers. Now. We will reconvene after 10 minutes while I review this new evidence.” With the slam of his gavel, you shot up from your seat. Taking hold of your purse, you made a beeline out of the courtroom.

“Noona!” Taehyung shouted, jumping up out of his seat. “Wait!” He was quick to follow after you, your parents not to far behind. Jungkook, Jin, and Jimin all shared absolutely stunned looked, while Yoongi and Namjoon were already up and out of the room, both of them frantically using their phones to contact Hoseok at the hospital.  

“HEY!” Taehyung shouted, trying to maneuver through people in hopes of getting to you. He saw you at the elevator, frantically pushing the button as if that would make it come quicker. “Noona! Hey!” Just as the doors opened, he grabbed hold of you. You were quick to shake him off.          

“Please, leave me alone. I want to go home.” You begged, stepping into the elevator and slamming your finger on the button to the first floor. When Taehyung tried to follow, you immediately pushed him out. “Don’t! God, please!”

“Noona-.”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way, I swear.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. Taehyung once again tried to follow you in, but the doors closed, separating the two of you as you began to descend to the first floor. Taehyung’s fist slammed at the door.

“Noona! Noona, wait!” He groaned in annoyance, turning to see his parent’s approach. “Damn it. I’ll catch her.” With that, he raced towards the stairs, using all of his strength and stamina to meet you at the bottom.

When the bell dinged for your stop, you flew off the elevator and hurried out of the courtroom. You heard Taehyung shouting for you as soon as you exited the front doors, but you didn’t care. Looking around, you made your way down the steps of the courthouse, trying to see if there was a taxi or something nearby. Luckily, one was at the end of the street, and you hurried over to it. Taehyung was your transportation here, so other than him, you had no way of getting home without asking someone who would bring up today’s events. You didn’t want that. You couldn’t handle it.

When you reached the taxi, frantic hands slammed on the window until the man driving rolled it down. He noticed your distressed demeanor, and his eyes widened.

“Miss, what’s-?” Before he got to finish, you opened the back door and jumped in. When he turned to face you, you simply wiped your eyes and gave him the address through shaky tears. “Okay, okay.” He said, turning on the cab. As he pulled onto the street, he saw Taehyung race onto the street, looking around frantically. “Woah. Isn’t that Kim Taehyung, the model?” he asked, mostly to himself. You sniffled. “Wonder who he’s looking for.”

“It’s me. Please drive.” You begged again, whimpering as you covered your face. The man hummed, finally driving off. He saw Taehyung look in their direction, but just miss them as the cab driver drove off into the traffic of Seoul’s streets.

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“How are we doing on the prints of that lighter fluid found on the scene?” Myung-Dae asked, looking at his squad who was in charge of the case. The group looked up, sifting through papers and pictures of the scene from camera footage as well as suspects they had so far. “And what’s going on with those phone records?”

“I called the prison. Apparently, Weong-Bin made a lot of phone calls so they’re making sure that they get everything complied accurately.” Chun-Hei explained.

“Well, tell them to hurry up or something. We need to know now.” Myung-Dae huffed. Chun-Hei nodded as she hurried to her desk, picking up the phone. “I wonder how it’s going at the courthouse.”

“Apparently, Weong-Bin’s defense attorney exposed a hidden miscarriage Miss. Cho had been concealing for years.” One of the other detectives said. Myung-Dae’s eyes widened. “She ran out of the courtroom in a panic.” She motioned to the activity going on over social media over it, from some others who were in the audience. Myung-Dae walked over to her, taking her phone to get a better look. “Since her brother’s a popular model, apparently a few fans gathered around the courtroom. He rushed out after her.”

“…I need to call her.” He said, handing the phone back to his detective as he hurried to grab his own cell phone. “If anything comes up with evidence, let me know.” His team called out in understanding as they got back to work. Myung-Dae hurried out of the precinct. “Unbelievable. She didn’t need this to happen.” He muttered to himself as he waited for her to answer.

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While Myung-Dae was trying to call, you ignored each and every one. When the taxi got to Taehyung’s house, you tossed him a bill that might have been way more than you owed, but you weren’t in the mood to find exact change. You had stopped hysterical crying on the car ride, instead just whimpering and sniffling as you thought back to what had just happened.

You’re a liar, aren’t you? How do we know you’re not lying about the abuse, too?

Just thinking that a person could even try and pass that off as possible, it made you sick. As you got out of the car, you heard his voice.

“Be safe, Miss. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I hope it works out.” He said. You turned to him, wiping your eyes. Your nod of understanding and thanks made him smile before he drove off down the road. You sniffled, looking down at your phone to see Myung-Dae’s name. Turning it off, you hurried into the house.

“Mommy’s home!” Min Ja shouted, grinning. You saw Yuna look up from the TV, where Frozen was playing. As your daughter approached you, she stopped. “Mommy? Where you crying?” She asked. You sniffled, putting a hand on her head gently.

“Yuna…can you just stay a while longer?” you asked softly. Yuna blinked.

“Of course…” she said. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her gaze following you as you hurried into your bedroom.

“What’s wrong with Mommy, Yuna?” Min Ja asked curiously. Yuna smiled.

“It’s been a long day, I’m sure.” She said. “Let’s just let her rest and watch the movie, okay?” As she un-paused the movie, she looked to the bedroom, seeing the door close and hearing it lock.

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“Ugh. She isn’t answering.” Myung-Dae huffed, deciding to give up after 6 missed calls. “She must be absolutely embarrassed and destroyed.” As he finally decided to head back inside, he saw his staff scrambling around the table. “What’s going on?”

“Boss! We just got all of the evidence in. Come look at this!” As Myung-Dae hurried over, he saw the small SD Card that held all of Weong-Bin’s phone conversations, a list of those phone conversation lengths as well as the numbers that they went with. Well, only one number, each time. The prints were also there, providing a name and face, as well as basic information on whoever was holding the lighter, which they found at the apartment and at the dance studio.

“…See if this phone number belongs to the owner of the prints. Now.” Myung-Dae said, as his group scrambled away to their computers. Myung-Dae sat down, picking up the paper on the individual, a smirk on his face. “We got you, you little prick.” He hissed, tossing the paper back onto the table.

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Conjecture |4|

Yoongi x Reader

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

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//Yoongi had to consciously stop his mouth falling open when you came onto the set. He had to retain the same control over his gaze stopping them from constantly soaking up the view. When he was directed to grip at your hip, his heart forgot to function for a few beats. He wasn’t surprised by your irritated reaction given how you’d been acting and made himself empathise with you even though his less than innocent thoughts were permeating through.//

 You jolted awake

“Fuck” was all you heard muffled through your door accompanied by the sound of glass shattering. You rushed out of bed to the source of the noise. A section of the floor was blurred with a pool of orange juice with glass shards floating as debris. What was more alarming was the droplets of red falling and causing a red orange ripple throughout the pool. Yoongi was hissing through pursed lips and gripping his left hand with his right nursing it with a tea towel.

“What happened? Sit down” you ordered. He looked at you through his fringe which overshadowed his eyes.

“I just turned with the glass in my hand which wasn’t high enough and just smashed into the worktop. I’m fine, sorry I woke you”

“You’re obviously not, sit the fuck down and let me have a look” Your tone drew his eyes wide and he submitted, taking big steps to avoid any more glass took a drooped himself on the sofa.

“Please tell me you have something that resembles a first aid box or something” you pleaded.

“Under the bathroom sink”. You washed your hands and brought the box as well as some tweezers and sat on the coffee table facing him.

“Give me your hand” he did as he was told and gave you his hand.

“I don’t know how I feel about you bossing me around” Yoongi quipped a pained smile directed your way. This is nothing you thought.

“No? Why’s that?” You slowly pulled away the towel, there were several small cuts and a couple of large but thankfully not too deep gashes. You removed all his bracelets quickly erasing any blood which had invaded them.

“Because I normally hate being told what to do” he exhaled forcefully as you picked a couple of glass fragments from his hand.

“And what? With me you like it? Brace yourself” You wiped his palm over with a disinfectant wipe.

“Shit!” his other hand retracted into a fist, his knuckles washing over with white. “That stings, and yeah something like that” he chuckled with a light heartedness you’d not seen before, a light heartedness that was acting as a decoy to disguise the confession of something less innocent and playful than the reality of what he meant. You found the confession amusing yet curious but you hid any reaction, you cheeks on the other hand let you down and tinted a shallow shade of red. A quick smirk peeked out on his lips noticing this before his pained expression returned.

“What was you rushing around for anyway?” you asked completely steering away from any more teasing remarks.

“I was trying to make you breakfast before you woke up” You paused wrapping the bandage around his hand and stared at it for a moment, why was this guy so god damn sweet!

“And why was you doing that?”

“I could see you were pissed yesterday, and just thought it might make you feel better” you resumed your final wrap around with the bandage and pinned it.

“And I know you don’t particularly like me for some reason and I’d like to try and change that” he added as sincere as you’ve ever heard him but it was also laced with sadness that loaded you with slight guilt. You heart sank down feebly to the bottom of your stomach, you felt kind of bad that he’d picked up on it but then you acknowledged how much of a bitch you’d actually been to him at times. You wasn’t by any means going to enter into a discussion about the details but you told yourself from now on you’ll try and be more amenable. The guy you started working with a few days ago had been nothing but professional, kind and thoughtful.

“There, all done” you stood and gathered the rubbish and ignored his previous comment and went to go and make a start on the kitchen.

“I’m more than capable of cleaning up my own mess and thank you for this” he stood after you and waved his injured limb.

“Consider it my apology for being difficult and my thanks for making me breakfast. It has made me feel a bit better” You smile and words were resolute; he went to protest further

“Don’t make me boss you around” you teased. He raised his hands up in surrender and waited while cleaned the chaos and finished serving up the omelettes he’d prepared. They were amazing. He wasn’t sure on the toppings you’d want so he’d gathered a few bowls of a few different options.

“What’s the plan for today?” you enquired

“Well we’ve more or less smashed out the lyrics so let’s get those finished and polished off and then we can get started on the music, I’ve took some ideas from your singing the other day and made some demo’s we can trial. I reckon we can be in the studio by the end of the week  and make a start on recording” he ended brightly

“Sounds good, I’d like to have some solo studio time if that’s okay while I just work out the sections I’ll be rapping and singing. If you trust me in your set up that is”

“I’m sure I can cope. What time you want the guys to come pick you up later?”

“Probably about 20:45 if that’s okay? My hairdresser will be here around half seven. You should really come it will be good exposure for the single if we go together” You omitted the part that you’d actually just like to spend some more casual time with him, you wasn’t keen on accepting it yourself let alone speaking it aloud.

“I’m sure that will be fine, and nope, nothing will change my mind I’m staying in my cave”

“Fine suit yourself” you carried the dishes cleared them and loaded up the dishwasher, the mechanical hum merged into the background.

“Will Wonho be there?” he asked hoping he wasn’t coming across too curious.

“Yeah, but my manager bit my ear off yesterday about the whole dispatch thing. I’m not to go near him all evening” you sulked. There was a slight brightening of Yoongi’s demeanour, he felt slightly guilty for being pleased by this revelation.

“But they’ll be no press inside surely?”

“There’s always a couple who will have been given exclusive access, so means best behaviour for me”

“Is that even a thing with you?” he bounced back at you quickly.

“Very funny, I’m going to grab a quick shower and I’ll meet you in the studio”

A better attitude even if it was a slightly forced one at times made the days session fly by, you’d both completely finished and agreed with the lyrics and were soaring through the music. You ended up being so engrained into your work you were shocked when the bell rang at half seven.

“Oh shit, please can you let her in and tell her I’ll be like 15 minutes, I need to get dressed properly” you were staring into a face clearly amused by your panic and stared right back at you void of motion to wind you up.

“Yoongi!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go”

You rushed to your room, launched your clothes to scatter behind you and unzipped the dress bag hung over the wardrobe door. The Alexander McQueen dress staring back at you made you happy you’d changed your mind last minute. It was a black mini dress with a deep V-neck line, the v-line was filled with tonal floral lace inserts. The same style of lace also covered the arms leaving scalloped edges at your hands. The neck line was too deep to have a normal bra so you’d have to rely on the lift tape to keep you in place and secure for the night. The dress was on the thinner side but the material was thick on quality, it sat nicely on your figure and gave you a smooth silhouette. You secured the thigh choker your assistant had dropped off tightly around your thigh. It was a simple black leather strap with rounded studs on it and connected to a metal heart. You slung your behind on your unmade bed and slipped on your long black ankle boots, also Alexander McQueen. The foot section was adorned with hammered silver studs, the leather that crept up your calf has a strip of nappa leather buttons going down the outside. The silver needle heel was sturdier than you thought it would be as you cat walked yourself up and down in front of the full length body mirror. Grateful you checked, your bruises needed a quick touch up of concealer.

Now just the hair and makeup left

Yoongi nearly floored you coming out of his room in an unnecessary rush.

“Sorry…” the other words got lost as his eyes scanned you intently

“Seeing as you’re there would you mind?” you turned and scooped your hair up exposing most of your upper back. He gripped the zip which sat at the small of your back and made every effort to pull it outwards slightly as too avoid contact as he pulled the zip up.

“Thanks, sure you still don’t want to come with a date looking like this?” you twirled in a joyous motion, enjoying the awkwardness of watching his eyes not know where to settle.

“With you looking as magnificent as that I’d be near enough invisible, I’ll leave Wonho to deal with all the admirers”

Why did he even bring him up? Was he implying he wouldn’t be able to deal with other people looking at me in a certain way?

“Your loss, and he’ll just have to look and not touch with all the others tonight” you affirmed seemingly pleased you’ll be teasing him.

“I don’t envy him this evening” The penny dropped Sadie was still waiting patiently in the living room and you hastily made your way to the woman capable of performing miracles.

“Sadie I’m so sorry, I was too absorbed in this new record” You grabbed a bar stool and placed it in front on the mirror on the wall next to the window. Her stack of boxes piled up on the coffee table.

“Don’t sweat it girl, now sit down and let’s finish this look off”

The boys arrived early to get introductions out of the way and to have a few pre drinks, Yoongi had resigned himself to being a solemn bartender. They repeated trying to convince him to make an appearance but he was as stubborn as he was talented.

“Cars here guys” RM announced. J-Hope bounced up, his face already a little flushed from alcohol.

The party was an exclusive event, anyone who was anyone in the industry gets invited, it’s more of a showcase with new or up and coming artists performing throughout the evening and general atmosphere to network. The car stopped outside the venue and the chauffer opened the door and the guys climbed out to a blinding screen of flashes and excited demanding noises. RM offered his hand and assisted you out of the car. Only a couple of media networks were allowed inside to take official photos and interviews; this only made the frenzy of media into the venue more ravenous. You stood and posed for the camera’s when directed, when you were freed you spent the remainder of the carpet time by the fans, taking selfies, signing autographs and generally giving them as much of your time as you could before you were ushered inside.

The buzz of the room when you entered was electric, crowds of people fluttering around reconnecting and mingling. Everyone had a drink in their hand and looked stunning, J-Hope and RM managed to find you amongst the chaos and showed you to your reserved booth for the evening at the side of the room. At the end of the room was a small elevated stage with equipment stacked neatly at the side, including some brilliant speakers. The room was decorated with mostly a royal red with silver vines twisting around features of the room; it was similar to the décor you’d expect at a theatre.

“You can order your drinks on this, we don’t even have to get up and go to the bar” J-Hope beamed as he slid you a small phone like device and you immediately went to the gin section and ordered a few pink gin cocktails. You’d sweetly smile when your eyes caught someone you were familiar with; your eyes fritted around for people you actually wanted to speak to. You and Wonho finally spotted each other pulling your lips into a grin, moments later your phone buzzed.

- You expect me to stay away from you all night looking like that?-[20:59]

You knew instantly it was going to be a long frustrating night

- well we’re just both going to have to do as we’re told, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, you know I like to tease – [21:02]

You watched his expression diffuse into manic anticipation as he read your reply. When your drinks arrived you drifted from the boys and mingled with your friends, who imposed more than a few shots on you. Your manager managed to come out from backstage preparing a newbie to your label for his performance and casually checked in on your progress, you’d always loved his relaxed approach and how he just mostly left you to work, he didn’t even have to learn the hard way.

You slumped yourself back into the booth out of breath from owing the dancefloor, downing the last of one of your drinks including the ice cubes.

-That dress belongs on my bedroom floor, with me bound and gagged under you and my chest all marked up because I misbehaved-[22:39]

RM was looking at you amused with your intoxication or your wry smile as you read your message.

You almost choked on your drink, seemingly forgetting how to swallow as your body was too preoccupied controlling its arousal levels. He knew how to get you. You made a conscious effort to divert from being drawn in to Wonho’s gaze which you knew would be more than you could tolerate without dragging him somewhere private.

“What?” you questioned with a challenge.

“Nothing, nothing” he lied unapologetically. J-Hope returned reuniting the three of you at the table.

“Performances start in fifteen minutes” he announced. You were sat perfectly content until your eyes fell on the reason you’re mainstream career struggled to take off and the reason you’d vowed to never work with a male artists again. When his gaze melded with yours the bastard winked. Your eyes widened and mouth dropped slightly open with disgust. Anger swelled in your chest, raising your heart rate, adrenaline flooding your system preparing your for battle. You jumped up and made a b-line straight for him with everyone else in the room becoming a blur into the background.

“Hey, watch it!” you complained as you’d crashed into a figure. He grabbed your wrist and refused to move out of your line of fire.

“Let’s go get some air before you ruin your career” a voice spoke sternly yet quiet enough to keep the demand just between the two of you. You looked up

“Yoongi… What the fuck, I’m not…”

“You’re telling me you’re not on your way over there to attack that asshole?”

“He deserves it” you spat

“I’m not disputing that, outside now and cool down” he applied more pressure to your wrist, the way he was glaring at you, you knew he wasn’t backing down on his. Your rage hit a wall and sat simmering on hold. You rolled your eyes as he essentially escorted you out of the building.

[snffbeebee]

RED ( Part 3 )

{ Catch up with Part 2 }

Word Count - 2,271

You heard the sigh loud and clear and you had a feeling that this wasn't news to him.

" You already knew that didn't you. "

" Yeah..I found him a few months back then lost him again. He's been running with Crowley. So you've seen him? "

" Yeah, the asshole knocked me out and tied me to a chair. "

" What?! Why? "

" No damn clue, but I wasn't sticking around to find out. "

" How did you even get away? "

" He left me alone in a motel room...said he had some business to take care of. "

" Where are you? "

" I'm getting my was out of Texas as we speak."

" No, Y/N stay put..You're the closest thing I've come to a lead in weeks. We need to find him. "

You took in a deep breath. You had every intention of speeding straight out of this place..but you knew that Sam was right. You needed to find him.

" Fine..meet me at the 4th street bar. "

" I'll be there as soon as I can. "

You ended the call, tossed your phone on the seat, then squealed your tires as you made a u-turn and headed back into town. There was so much going through your head as you drove to the bar. When you stepped inside you seen an empty booth in the far back corner and slid into it. You looked around, hoping not to run into those black eyes again just yet. You were trying to wrap your head around the fact that, the man you loved 10 years ago, that sweet, Love you in his own way man ..was a Demon. You got lost in your thoughts for about 45 mins, then you heard your name. You looked up from the table to see Sam. That baby face that you remembered was now one of a man with stubble on a strong jaw. Those once innocent eyes, now held stories of pain and loss. The skinny frame, that was now well just huge and you were sure covered in scars. But that smile that came across his face, was still the same. Warm, comforting and familiar. You stood up and shook your head with a little laugh.

" What? " He asked.

" Nothing, just the last time I seen you, you were just this tall skinny kid..but now..well you're a frigging beast Sam. " You could help but laugh again.

He shook his head, laughing along with you, then he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug.

" It's really good to see you Y/N " He said as he pulled back and looked at you.

You took in a deep breath remembering what this reunion was all about.

" Yeah, minus the circumstances. " You breathed out.

The smile faded from his face as you both sat down in the booth.

" What exactly happened? You said he tied you to a chair? “ Sam asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“ I came here because a hunter needed my help with a Demon case.. I went to a random bar to grab a drink and that’s when I seen him. I whopped his ass in a game of pool, we talked for a bit, had a few drinks then, he walked me outside and then I wake up in a motel room. “

Sam seen the emotion written all over your face, and he reached out and put his hand on yours, giving it a little squeeze. You shook your head, re living what happened not even 3 hours ago.

“ Seeing him like that...That wasn’t Dean. “ You said, so sure of your words.

“ I know, which is why I need you to help me find him. “ 

Taking in a deep breath, you remembered something that Sam had said on the phone.

“ You said he was running around with Crowley? “

“ Yeah..”

“ You wanna find your brother..we find his boyfriend. “ You smirked.

Sam seen the look on your face and knew you had a plan.

“ What’s the plan once we summon him? “ He asked, as you guys made your way out of the smokey bar.

“ The last I heard..The king of Hell had a little addiction. “

You didn’t need to say anything else for Sam to know exactly where you were going with this. As you walked over to your car, you looked at him.

“ Motel on Bridge street room 16, it’s about 10 minutes away. “ 

You got in, revved your engine then you took off, Sam following behind you. When Sam came into the room, you had already got the stuff together and had it set up on the old table in the middle of the room.

“ You sure about this Y/N ? “ He asked as you sparked the match to life.

“ It’s a sure way to get information Sam. “

He nodded his head then you dropped the match into the bowl, then waited. 

“ Moose, it’s been a while. “

Both you and Sam turned around to see Crowley standing in the kitchen area, hands in his pockets, in one of his signature black snazzy suits. He looked at you for a second and then a smirk pulled at his lips.

“ And let me guess, you are the one who got away. You know he’s looking for you right. “

“ Where’s my brother Crowley. “ Sam demanded.

“ Why? You think you’re gonna fix him? Oh Samantha, he’s not broken, he’s new and improved. “

“ Where is he? “ You repeated.

When he just smirked at you, turning on your heels you walked over to the bed and pulled out a blood filled needle and walked to stand in front of him. 

“ And what pray tell might that be? “ He asked.

You pulled on a smile of your own.

“ A little birdie told me that you had a real craving for this stuff not that long ago. “

He let out a little chuckle.

“ What are you gonna do, shoot me up with that stuff and get me to spill where your boy toy is? “

“ That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. “

He shook his head, and went to take a step forward, but stopped like there was a wall in front of him. His eyes looked up to the ceiling and to the floor and was confused when he seen nothing. You took a little black light from your back pocket and shown it underneath his feet to reveal a devil’s trap.

“ Invisible ink jackass. Now you can either just tell us where he is...or we can make this visit an all night deal. “ You said, your eyes burning into his.

“ I don’t think you really want to find him... I mean if you wanted to help him, you wouldn’t have ran off. “

His words set something off inside you and before you knew it, you sank the needle into his neck, emptied it then tossed it onto the bed. You watched as his face changed and went soft. 

“ I’m gonna ask you again, where’s Dean? “ You repeated.

He didn’t say a word for another 4 hours. By this time Sam had sat him down on a chair. You were sitting in front of him, waiting for the moment he cracked. You could see it on his face, that he was close. The bliss on his face, as he enjoyed the rush that pulsed through his veins. You grabbed the last needle and just looked at him for a minute.

“ What are you waiting for Darlin? “ He said.

“ Oh no, you want this, you tell me where he is. “ 

“ I can’t tell you. “

He stopped mid sentence as you started to empty the blood onto the floor.

“ He’s back at his motel room.. he’s waiting for me, so we could leave this crap town. “ He gave in, watching the blood drip from the tip of the needle.

Sam looked at you, as he took the needle and emptied the rest of it, smirking at Crowley.

“ Thanks. “ You started packing up your stuff.

“ Wait a minute, you can’t just leave me here. “ Crowley yelled as I followed Sam out the door.

“ Oh but I can. “ You closed the door, with a smirk on his face.

Right then, you realized that worked as planned, but how was it going to be when you were face to face with those black eyes again. 

“ Y/N you alright? “ Sam asked, as you stood with your car door open.

Taking in a shaky breath, you nodded your head.

“ Let’s go have a chat with your brother. “

You slammed the door closed, then again Sam followed behind you to Dean’s motel room. When you seen the Impala, your heart skipped a beat as the fear started to consume you. Sam knocking on your window, broke you from your thoughts, and you stepped outside.

“ Listen Y/N you don’t have to do this. “

“ He kidnapped me and tied me to a chair..yes I do. “ 

You let out a breath then walked over and stood in front of his door. Not bothering to knock, you gave one swift kick to the door and it flew open. You took one step inside to see an empty room. Sam searched the room and let out a frustrated sigh.

“ Dammit. Where the hell is he? “ He growled.

You looked around the room, then seen the keys on the nightstand beside the bed, on a piece of paper. Picking them both up, you read the words on the paper out loud.

“ You’ve come this far Sammy, take her and go home..don’t say I didn’t warn you. - D. “

Gripping the keys in your hand, you looked at Sam.

“ So what now? “ You asked.

He ran his fingers through his hair.

“ I have no fucking clue. I can’t even being to know what’s going on in his head anymore. “

When you looked at him, you could tell that he was exhausted, Chuck knows you were.

“ Sam, why don’t you get some sleep and we will try and figure something out tomorrow. “ You said, putting the keys to Baby in his hand.

You looked around the room and those black eyes flickered in your mind.

“ I can’t stay in this room, so I’m gonna check into another one. Please try and sleep. “ You closed the door behind you and let out a breath.

What the hell were you going to do now? You thought getting Crowley to spill, would have lead you right to him. Dean had always been smart but this Dean, just like Sam, you had no idea what his next move was going to be. After checking into another room, you got into a hot shower, then got into the small bed and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep. You were just about to doze off when you heard footsteps by the door inside your room. You reached underneath your pillow for your knife, only to find it not there. Right then the light switched on, and you turned to see Dean leaning against the wall, running his finger over the blade of your knife.

“ I knew that you’d go straight to Sammy. “

You sat up in your bed and tried to steady your breathing, but you found it extremely difficult at that very moment.

“ You had to know that I would keep tabs on you Y/N..you think I would leave you in a room by yourself, if I didn’t want you to run off? “

“ You wanted me to run? “ You asked, confused.

“ A lion always like to play with it’s food. I wanted to see how far you would actually go to find me. “

He chuckled as he walked over and sat on the bed beside you. You froze the moment he sat down.

“ Injecting Crowley with human blood, getting him to crack, smart. “

“ Yet so stupid. Can we kill her now? “ Crowley appeared by the door, and you knew he was pissed.

Dean’s eyes trailed from your eyes, down your body then met your eyes again as that smirk you had seen earlier that night came across his lips again.

“ Nah, I think she will be fun to have around for a bit. “

His words sent shivers down your spine. You went to shift in the bed, when his hand grabbed a hold of your wrist, and before you knew it, he snapped a handcuff around it.

“ Give me your other hand sweetheart. “

“ Screw you. “ You breathed out.

He leaned down to your ear and his breath raised every hair on the back of your neck.

“ Gladly baby, but not here. “

He sat back found your other hand and put the other cuff on it. He took a hold of your arm and pulled you to your feet.

“ Let’s go sweetheart, we can’t be here when Sam wakes up to check on you, because you know he will. “

As much as this Dean scared the hell out of you, when he pulled his jacket off and put it around your bare shoulders, you knew that this simple gesture said that he was still in there...even if it was deep down. Your Dean was still in there.

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Doctor I Need You: Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: It’s been a week since the hospital party, you and Taeyong started dating. When the 2 of you get a criminal patient, you both don’t agree on how to treat him. Jisoo faces a possible lawsuit from Park Nari as she still refuses to let Jisoo operate on her. Joy has back-to-back surgeries all day and asks Wonwoo to cover her Chief Resident duties.

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / to be determined

a/n: School has started again for me and already on the 1st week of school homework’s biting me in the ass and I have swim practice after school. So instead of new chapters every other day, it’s probably gonna be every week. But I’ll try my best to finish as many chapters I can during the weekends.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and surgery

Rating: M

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Romance

Characters and their roles:

Attendings:

You (Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery)

Dr. Kim Jisoo (Head of General Surgery)

Dr. Kim Seokjin (Jin) (Attending Anesthesiologist)

Dr. Lee Taeyong (Head of Trauma Surgery)

Dr. Kim Taeyeon (Head of Neurosurgery)

Dr. Kim Xiumin (Head of Pediatric surgery) 

Dr. Park Leeteuk (Chief of Surgery) 

Residents:

Dr. Jeon Wonwoo (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Nakamoto Yuta (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Park Rosé (5th year Surgical Resident)

Dr. Park Joy (5th year Surgical Resident) 

Dr. Kim Mingyu (5th year Surgical Resident)

Songs to play while reading, I’ll point out where:

Fire - Mad Clown ft. Jinsil of Mad Soul Child

Dynasty - Miia

A Bitter Day - Hyuna ft. G.NA & Junhyung

“Leaders take all the blame and give away all the credit.” - Unknown

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(Play Fire)

You, Taeyong, and Taeyeon got a page from the Chief to wait at the trauma bay. Taeyong greeted you and gave you a kiss.

“No kissing in the hospital,” You scold him, “You may kiss me all you want outside of the hospital but in here, I am just another doctor.”

Before Taeyong could give you another kiss, Taeyeon shoved the patient papers in both your faces. The 3 of you started reading on the V.I.P patient.

“Blackwell? As in the prison?” You ask.

The Chief came up to the 3 of you, “Have you read up on our V.I.P?”

“Yes,” The 3 of you say unison.

“Multiple stab wounds, badly beaten. She will have guards with her at all times. Cuffs will stay on, leg irons will stay on. Watch your syringes, sharps, and pins. I don’t want any accidents.”

*beep beep*

“She’s here,” The Chief said, “The 3 of you are my team. No residents. Keep this as quiet as possible.”

“Chief, what’s P.D.R?” Taeyeon asked.

“Get her in and out of trauma as fast as you can. The guards will attract a lot of attention.”

“Sir it’s stamped P.D.R. What is P.D.R?” Taeyeon showed him the paper.

The Chief hesitated, “Prisoner...death row.”

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Jisoo and Rosé were talking to Park Nari. Her lawyer sat next to her.

“I understand your hesitation but you need a second surgery.” Jisoo said.

“Haven’t you put me through enough-”

Her lawyer stopped her, “I can make some calls, see if we can get you transferred to another hospital.”

“It’s been a week. Transfers take time, the longer we wait she’s at greater risk for infection and blood loss.” Jisoo explained.

“I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. The thought of your hand back inside me…” Nari looked at Rosé, “But you can do it.”

“Wh-What?”

“You were there. You stayed calm. You were kind.”

“Oh but Dr. Jisoo is far more experienced-”

“No. She’s not touching me,” Nari refused, “Promise me she won’t touch me. You can do it. She can’t.”

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“Ms. Son Soojin can you hear me?” You ask.

“Your voice is very lovely,” She moaned in pain, “My legs really hurt. Was I stabbed there?”

“No.” Taeyong bluntly replied.

“If I wasn’t stabbed in the leg why does it hurt so much?”

“The less you talk the more we can work-”

“Taeyong!” You cut him off.

“That’s alright. He’ll warm up as we get to know each other,” Soojin chuckled, “See, we’re not that different, you and I. People are alive when they meet us, then it all changes.”

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“2 days ago there was a code in room 2049 and no resident to cover it,” The Chief scolded Joy, “the schedule is a mess, your mess. Clean it up.”

The Chief walked away to tend to his work. Wonwoo walked up to Joy.

“Wow, Chief had on his stern face.” Wonwoo chuckled.

“I was really happy this morning. Wanna know why?” Joy asked, “Because I have back-to-back solo surgeries today.”

“Your face is telling me you want something.”

“Will you cover for me? Just do the Chief Resident thing so I can stay happy? Just for today. Please, please, please.” Joy begged.

“You want me to-”

“Be me. But, better. Be you.”

“Fine.”

Joy walked off to O.R. 4. Yuta walked over to Wonwoo.

“Do you know where Dr. Y/n is? Ugh, she hasn’t been giving me any surgeries for a week now. I think she still secretly hates me.”

“Um, Dr. Joy told me to tell you to find another specialty.” Wonwoo said.

“What?”

“Yeah, find another specialty. Go work in the ER, test the waters. Or here,” Wonwoo shoved a chart in his arms, “Discharge this patient.”

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Mingyu went to check in his face lift patient, Yoo Yeona.

“What’s up Yeona, let’s get you out of bed, get you mobile.”

Yeona moaned, “No I’m too much pain leave me alone.

“Well the best thing for pain is to get you out of bed and get you moving. You’ll feel much better.”

“I will feel much better if you leave.”

“Yeona-”

“Stop scowling. You can scowl later when you actually have something to scowl about. Like when you get fat and can’t move. Right now you’re young, you should be having fun. Go! Enjoy your life, you getting uglier by the second.”

Mingyu left the room.

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Yuta went to check on his patient, Min Hwan.

“Hey there Hwan, how’s it going?” Yuta asks

“By ‘how’s it going’ you’re asking me if I had the pleasure of taking a crap yet, then it’s not going.” Hwan groaned.

“It’s been 5 days since your bowel resection, you should be-”

“Crapping by now? What’s the problem? Did you people botch my surgery? Is my crap leaking out into my body?”

“The surgery was a success-”

“Listen, Dr. Yuta, I have been divorced twice, my children hate me, filed for bankruptcy, my life has basically sucked. But through it all, the one thing I had going for me was I crap like clockwork. It’s a simple pleasure and I want it back. So write me a prescription to make me crap!”

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(Play Dynasty)

Rosé and Jisoo started scrubbing in for Park Nari’s second surgery.

“You know, there’s nothing in the rule book that says you can’t operate once she’s under,” Rosé informed Jisoo.

“No. If she wants a resident to do her surgery then a resident will do her surgery. I’m not operating on a patient that doesn’t want me to operate on her.” Jisoo handed Rosé the surgical mask, “Look. I wouldn’t let you operate unless I know you can handle it.”

“I could perforate her bowel-”

“You won’t!” Jisoo cut her off, “I will be in there with you the whole time. Look, I don’t waste my time on mentoring just anybody. Finish scrubbing in, you have a patient waiting.”

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“Ahh!” Soojin screams in pain.

“I don’t get it, she’s still in a lot of pain.” You shook your head.

“It’d help if we could get her off this backboard,” Taeyong said.

“She’s got decreased sensation to her lower right extremity.”

“According to her,” Taeyong scoffed, “She could tell you anything.”

You ignored him, “We put 10 of morphine she can’t be in this much pain.”

“Maybe push a little bit more?” Soojin asked.

“We’re here to treat you, not to feed your drug habit.” Taeyeon said.

The door opens as Jinyoung came in with the X-rays. You took a look at them.

“Dr. Taeyeon,” You called her over and pointed to the X-ray, “What’s that?”

“Whatever they stabbed her with is still in there.”

“Her back?”

“Her spine.”

Soojin laughed, “Does that mean I’m paralyzed? My execution is in 4 days, but if I’m paralyzed, my lawyer might be able to make a case for staying my execution. You guys think you can let me be a gimp?”

“No.” Taeyong replied.

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Rosé had been doing just fine at her solo surgery so far.

Jisoo looked over to Jin, “Everything look good?”

“B.P’s stable, BIS level’s 45. She’s still asleep just like the last time you asked. 2 minutes ago.”

Rosé continued with the surgery, “Anastomosis looks clean. Bowel’s intact”

“Get a new mesh,” Jisoo told her.

“Oh by the way, I don’t read stupid magazines in the O.R.” Jin said, “Before I was reading an article on anesthesia. In case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t”

“I actually don’t like the sitting down part of my job. Not great for by back, I like to keep in shape, so I can carry my big buckets of money.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes, “I yell when I’m scared. Some people cry or duck, I yell. When she woke up it was scary, so I yelled. Then I yelled some more, it’s what I do.”

“Was that your apology?”

“Closest thing you’re gonna get.”

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Wonwoo opened O.R. 4 where Joy was having fun with her solo surgery.

“Dr. Joy, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“I’m in the middle of a shattered femur, thank god for men who ride motorcycles.” Joy laughed.

“Uh, there’s some scheduling issues you have to deal with,” Wonwoo informed her.

“Can you handle them again? Thanks!”

Wonwoo walked out of the O.R, Yuta walked up to him.

“I need to talk to Dr. Joy, my patient won’t crap and won’t stop talking about it.” Yuta complained.

Mingyu spotted Wonwoo, “Hey is Joy in there? My face lift won’t walk. She’s abusive I can’t work with her.”

Rosé ran up to them, “I’m done with my patient but I’m not sure if I can discharge her if she files a lawsuit.”

The Chief spotted the little group in the hallway, “Is there a problem here?”

“Uh no, just a little jam. Dr. Joy has it under control,” Wonwoo assured him. The Chief nodded and walked away, “Ok, this is what’s gonna happen. Put crap man and face lift in the same room, they can abuse each other. Rosé, your patient can stay another night. And if anyone asks, none of this was my idea.”

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Jisoo found the Chief in the ER watching everyone do their work. She walked over to him.

“Hey Dr. Jisoo. How’d the repair go?” He asked her.

“Perfect. No complications.” Jisoo replied.

“That’s good. How’s the lawyer?”

Jisoo laughed, “Lawyer’s still here. Drooling.”

“Shit.” He cursed.

“Tough day Chief?”

“Yeah.”

“You know 9/10 times, you can make a lawsuit go away if you apologize. People like to feel respected and they like hearing apologies.”

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You, Taeyong, and Taeyeon took a closer look at the X-ray.

“We’ll do everything by the book. I don’t want some lawyer keeping her alive on the basis that we didn’t giver her standard care.” Taeyong ordered.

“You’re pro-death penalty?” You asked.

“I’m pro-punishment.”

“She’s still a person, we don’t know what crime she committed. We can’t judge-”

“No. But a jury can. Go do a repeat crit. Let me know if she needs blood,” Taeyong ordered you.

You rolled your eyes before leaving the room.

“I thought you 2 were dating,” Taeyeon pointed in confusion.

“No, in here we’re just doctors.”

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The Chief looked around for Wonwoo and spotted him going over discharge papers.

“Wonwoo!” He called out, “Do you have any idea why Park Nari is still here?”

“I believe Dr. Joy decided to keep her here another day.” Wonwoo replied.

“Why would she do that if Dr. Jisoo was ready to discharge her?” The Chief asked.

“You’ll have to ask Dr. Joy, but if was me I’d keep her here another night to try and talk her out of the lawsuit.”

“And why did Joy have Mingyu and Yuta put their patients in the same room? That’s a clear violation of protocol.”

“You’d have to ask her. But those 2 were impossible, neither one was willing to follow post-op instructions, so if it was me, I would put them both in the same room to encourage each other to get out of here faster.” Wonwoo explained.

“And Dr. Joy told Yuta to find another specialty? It’s odd to tell someone who’s so adamant about Cardio to change specialties.”

“Again, you’d have to ask Dr. Joy. But maybe it has to do with the fact that Yuta is still a bit unsure about Y/n. So Yuta needs to see what else is out there, otherwise he won’t fight hard enough to stay with Cardio.” Wonwoo shrugged, “But I’m just guessing. You need to ask Joy”

“That’s just what I’m gonna do.”

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(Play A Bitter Day)

Joy had just finished her 4th solo surgery of the day. The Chief had been waiting for her.

“Dr. Joy, you got a moment?” The Chief asked her.

“Uh, I don’t actually, I have 2 more surgeries today. But I know the schedule’s been a little crazy. I’ll get on it tonight.”

“No. You’re not, actually.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It may not happen till tomorrow but uh-”

The Chief stopped her, “You’re not gonna get on it at all.”

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You and Taeyong continued to check up on Son Soojin.

“Is there any family we can call or-”

“I think what she’s trying to say is, what did you do to get on death row?”

“Taeyong!” You yell.

“It’s alright.” Soojin chuckled, “This one thursday, I was on a date with my boyfriend. We went back to his place and did usual date night stuff. Then he fell asleep, I for some reason couldn’t. I just really wanted to draw a knife across his throat. I had been thinking about it for a while, then this thursday, I just had to do it. I thought it’d be scary or sad, but it wasn’t. It was just...really fun. Then I did 2 more on Saturday, and another 4 on Sunday. Was gonna go for 6 on Monday, until I got caught.”

You and Taeyong left the room to prep an O.R.

You stopped him, “I tell you to treat me like a doctor here, but do not ever speak to me like I’m a resident. And what is going on with you today? Soojin is still a patient here, treat her like one.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I will not be kind to the killer who thinks we are 2 sides of the same coin. And if you want me to treat you like a doctor, then you act like one. Stop making friends with patients, stop acting like you’re their babysitter. This isn’t psychology doctor, that’s on the 5th floor. Stop confusing the 2.”

The 2 of you walked in silent all the way to the O.R. waiting for the nurses to bring your patient.

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Wonwoo was at the front desk filling out some papers. The Chief went over to him with crossed arms.

“Dr. Wonwoo, you’ve been covering for Dr. Joy.” He started.

“Chief, I’ve just been shuffling a little paperwork for her-”

“You’ve been doing the lion’s share of the Chief Resident’s work. All the responsibility and none of the credit. You deserve the credit. You deserve the job. I should’ve given it to you in the first place. I hope you’ll take it now.” The Chief offered, “Because what you do and how you do it makes this hospital work.”

“Well, it’s about time you noticed.” Wonwoo looked away, “‘Cause…”

Wonwoo turned around and gave the Chief a big hug.

“Thank you.”

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You, Taeyong, and Taeyeon started surgery, it was ghost silent. You and Taeyong couldn’t even bear to look at each other.

“So did anyone catch the game last night?” Taeyeon tried to start conversation.

“You know you shouldn’t even be on this case,” Taeyong snapped at you.

“Oh what’s she gonna do, jump off the table and get me?” You sarcastically replied, “I’m the one holding the knife.”

Taeyeon was uncomfortable, “Um, we’ll be doing a nephrectomy. One of you should mobilize the renal hilum.”

“I’ve never done one, but I’d love to try,” You said.

“Yeah because a nephrectomy is a trauma procedure, I’ve done it hundreds of times.” Taeyong pointed out.

“Well to some of us, surgery comes naturally, others have to practice,” You shot a look at Taeyong.

The 3 of you finished up the surgery successfully and cleaned up. Everyone’s shift was over as the doctors packed up their items in the attendings’ lounge. You got your bag and headed towards the door, Taeyong opened it for you, you made eye contact before quickly leaving and not looking back. And just like that, the 2 of you were strangers again.

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“Life is weird. You can go from being strangers, to being friends, to being more than friends, to being practically strangers again.” - Unknown

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The Ex

Long text post, personal. Possibly worth your time.

@moonlitdergs @zerohour-fr

And here it begins.

I was driving home from work one evening (about 20 min give or take speeding) and decided I would call my (now ex) boyfriend to chat with. We live about 45 minutes away from each other and with our busy lives we rarely get a chance to talk/see each other uninterrupted, so calls like these were normal. During this particular phone call, no matter what I tried to say or tell him he would only respond with short, uninterested answers. After about 15 minutes of this I finally asked him what was wrong, as he had been fine earlier in the day.

This lovely boyfriend of mine says that he is simply “testing” me, with no coherent explanation as to why. I decided to let this slide as I did with many other things I shouldn’t have, and continued trying to converse with him. After I had finally run out of things to try to start a conversation with, I stopped talking. Just maintained straight silence with him until I got home and parked in my garage. I told him I was home and that if he didn’t have anything to talk about I would be going to sleep (keep in mind this is late at night). He immediately launched into one of his “find out what’s wrong with AJ” speeches and would not let me end the call until I “tell him what’s wrong.”

To put it simply, I dumped him. And not in a mean or cruel way, I simply let him know that I was not into this relationship anymore and I felt it was time we went our separate ways. He breaks down (as usual), I block him because I know what’s coming *you’ll understand why later*. This happened a week or two before our one year anniversary.

To say that I felt a burden lifted from my shoulders is an understatement. I literally skipped into the house singing a random song at the top of my lungs. I wrestled with my dog to her excitement and my pleasure at the feeling of not having to go check my phone for the latest boring small talk lest I risk a full-blown investigation into my life choices. I took a nice, hot shower. I went to bed early, and have never slept better in my life...

And then I woke up. My mother was standing there, gently shaking me awake. I pulled myself up from my groggy state and asked her what the matter was. “(Let’s call him Conner) Conner is in the driveway.” “...whaat?” “Conner is in the driveway, do you want me to tell him to leave?” I sat up straight. Oh no. No. No no no no. I started laughing, as by this point I was not surprised at all. All care for this emotional abuser of mine was wiped clean when I liberated myself last night. I told my mother to leave him there, I would go up and talk to him. She left, and I got up. I took my time, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, having a nice breakfast. Conner stayed the entire time, sadly, so I decided to go grace him with my newfound independent presence.

I walked outside into the morning sunshine, embraced it for a moment, then turned to look at the pit of despair that I used to claim I loved *for the purposes of preventing him having an emotional breakdown. His face was stained with tears, a crusty beard poked out of his face, his unkempt hair I always thought was dead-looking had a particularly poignant screw-it-all feel today. I said hello a few times, but he wouldn’t acknowledge me, so I humored his attempt to control me one more time and walked his way, the feeling of power growing with every step I took of my own accord.

Finally he looked at me with his ugly eyes I always hated, and said the most shocking, unpredictable phrase I have ever heard to this day: “I wanted to say goodbye.” I wasn’t quite sure what to say, but decided the obvious would do: “You said that last night.” He gave me a dirty look, as though I had foiled some grand dramatic plan he had thought out. I couldn’t imagine why. He held up a shiny penny, as he always used to give them to me for the one cute thing he did. “I want you to have this.” *please note, he is ever so slowly starting to cry* I, again, chose the route of not playing along: “why?” His anger and frustration was beginning to rise, but I felt justified. “I want you to remember me with this.” I took the penny from him, looked at it for a moment, then tried to give it back. “I think you want to remember this more than I do, I’m just going to throw it away.” After some pointless back and forth about it I stuffed the penny in my pocket. “Well, you’ve said goodbye.” He started to cry, tears running down his face. I felt a twinge of guilt at leaving him, and in my final attempt to be the better person I gave him an awkward, but well-meaning hug that he accepted. I started to walk away but not before watching the grown man crumple into a ball on the ground sobbing my name like the man from the “leave britney alone” videos. Trying to hold back my laughter at the hilarity of the scene, I called my dogs away from licking his stricken, fetal form, and walked back into my house.

My parents greeted me and asked how I was doing. “Oh, I’m okay. He isn’t though, he’s laying on the ground crying.” My father decided to go out and confront him, while I watched a particularly shiny penny fall out of my pocket into a nearby trash can. After a few minutes, I watched Conner’s small car speed out of our driveway, and take off down the road. I found it odd that he would do that until I realized I had taken his goal away from him. The last time he showed up at my house crying to take him back, I did. And now he was like a child getting a toy taken away. Ah well, what’s done is done.

...But I was mad. I was furious. This child had taken it upon himself to do the very thing I specifically told him not to do again: invade my and my family’s persona space uninvited. I had tried to go through with this breakup in a mature way, but he had the gall to show up at my house crying his snots out in a manipulative attempt to get me back. I was done being “mature”.

I stormed down to my room and grabbed the corsages from proms and homecomings past, and carried them to my bathroom. I stopped and picked up a particular necklace on the way. I stared at these things in the bathroom, trying to figure out what sort of emotional expression I could come up with for these reminders of my horrendous relationship. It only took a moment for inspiration to come upon me, however:

Just imagine a video of me lighting a corsage on fire with a match here, captioned: “when you burn your ex’s shit ‘cause they made you feel like hell” **phone did not properly save video**

And last but by no means least:

It was a glorious time, I felt refreshed. People were sending me quite a few snapchats asking what was wrong, but I simply responded with “nothing. I feel amazing actually.” But I had forgotten to remove one very important person...

His sister.

We feuded over snapchat long into the night *I have screenshots of the convo that contain a lot of the reasons why I broke up with him, but the gist of it is that he was emotionally manipulative/abusive and I didn’t feel like I could get out - let me know if you want to see them*, but eventually I grew tired of it and brought the fight to an end (I won for the record).

I blocked her, everything was fine and dandy. My world had opened up. I could look at actually cute boys without feeling guilty but justified at the same time, I realized that girls weren’t so bad after all, it was wonderful. My life was so much better...

Until about a month later.

Mailtime, Mailtime, Mailtime, Mailtime, MAAAILTIIIIME

Here's the mail, it never fails It makes me want to wag my tail When it comes I wanna wail, MAAAAAAAAAAAAIL *indirectly copied from bluesclues.wikia.com, vowels added for effect*

“Oooh, I have mail? No return address??” My curiosity knowing no bounds, I immediately opened the letter.

I’ll just leave this here:

WHAT.

WHAT IS THIS.

1. YOU TRIED TO USE YOUR FRIEND DYING TO GET ME BACK

2. YOU TRIED TO NARRATE MY REACTION AND WERE COMPLETELY WRONG WHILST DOING IT BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW ME AT ALL

3. IT HAS BEEN 3 WEEKS SINCE WE BROKE UP YOU ARE NOT DIFFERENT

4. IF YOU ACTUALLY FOUND GOD YOU WOULD SAY YOU FOUND GOD INSTEAD OF RELIGION I’M A PASTOR’S CHILD I KNOW A FAKER WHEN I SEE ONE

5. you lost ten pounds. that i told you to lose. *single clap*

6. YOU DIDN’T PUT ANY SELF-IDENTIFYING INFORMATION IN HERE BECAUSE YOU AREN’T SURE OF MY ADDRESS AFTER DATING ME FOR PRETTY MUCH A YEAR HOW. HOW. GOOGLE MAPS IT LITERALLY.

7. this is creepy as hell and im officially scared good for you good job

After receiving this and receiving good advice from three different people not to respond... I responded. Very angrily, might I add. I laid out the reason that this is unacceptable, that no means no. And he read those messages, ignored their contents, and started talking about how he wanted to use this as an opportunity to get to know each other again.

I re-blocked him. But I was seething at this boy’s relentless attack on my right to say no, my right to be my own person away from his control. *Example: I couldn’t talk to my male friends without giving him their names, where I met them, what we were talking about, etc.*

Cut to Christmas day, where I am filling in my brother on this dramatic and somewhat hilarious progression of events. I went into my phone’s blocked messages to show him some of the details of the conversations, and lo-and-behold. “Merry Christmas AJ.” HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG. AS WE’RE TALKING ABOUT HIM.

And now, just a day or two ago, I saw his car (year, color, and model) parked on the road a little ways down from my house. I passed it on my way home from work and there looked to be a familiar face inside the car with another person. Coincidence? 

-CUT-

Sorry this is so long wow. I hope it amused you as much as it has amused me. He’s kind of a running joke among my family and friends now. “wow, this person just doesn’t know when to quit...” “YOU MEAN LIKE CONNER?” *cue incessant laughing followed by immediate sadness over the fact that this is an event that happened in my life*

PSA:

But in all honesty. If someone is trying to control you, to manipulate you. Get out. If they tell you that they know your feelings better than you do, and that you’re just telling yourself you don’t like/love that person, get out. You know better than anyone else what you are feeling and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. This was my first relationship, and regrettably may be my last for a while. I have been wounded emotionally by this person and cannot see myself participating in another for a long time. Honestly I was going to give up forever until I watched the anime Yuri on Ice and realized that there are actually good relationships out there. This story does not go into any sort of depth as to what I was experiencing. Take it seriously, don’t let yourself get hurt.

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20 People Who Think They Were Actually Abducted by Aliens Tell Their Stories

Alien abductions are a serious business for the people who think they were abducted.

The experiences range from deeply unsettling to outright terrifying. Here are some of the strangest, most horrifying ones.

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1. Talking Lights

Barrenfieldofcares has a very freaky story to tell:

[…] I was home alone on our farm as my mom and sisters were at some sort of high school sports thing. I had just finished chores for the night and was heading back to our house. I had to take off my mud encrusted lace up boots, which takes forever, and started listening to what I thought was my mom and sister talking.

I remember thinking it was weird as it really didn’t sound like them, it really didn’t sound like “talking” actually. My brain knew somebody was talking, in a very loud and annoyed way, but I don’t remember actually physically hearing it or able to decipher the language. I was also starting to get a bad feeling over the fact that I did not see anybody come home while I was outside. Obviously, somebody could have pulled in just as I went into our back mudroom, but I never heard either a car door close, the front door open, or the most damming, our psycho rat terrier start to bark. I finally pried my boots off my feet and headed inside, I called out hello while I passed through the kitchen heading toward the front door.

Holy shit. The feeling that I just absolutely fucked up filled my chest and dumped ice straight into my heart. It felt like the time when I was facing an aggressive bull and the fence line was 100 feet away. My logical brain didn’t know why I was fucked but my instincts did. Because I’m lacking in the survival instincts however, I kept walking through the kitchen in order to see who was there. The “voices” were now arguing with each other and I somehow knew they were talking about me, the idiot that was walking toward them.

I eventually got to the breakfast bar that divided the kitchen from the front door area. There, I could finally make my body stop walking and froze up. Hanging in front of the door were two gray glowing orbs. The voices were very loud and very angry now, but in a weird muffled screaming way, I knew it was loud but my ears weren’t picking it up. Within a second, both of them had stopped talking, twirled around each other several times and then shot through the ceiling. I ended up sitting at the kitchen computer, staring at the blank monitor, until I heard my mom and sister come through the front door about 15 minutes later.

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2. Deep blue light

Redditor ModernMountains says,

I was home alone in this little house I lived in in the middle of nowhere. It was probably around 2 AM and I was just listening to music enjoying having the place to myself for a change, when all of a sudden my dogs started going CRAZY.

Normally, when someone pulls in the driveway or comes up to the backdoor, they go to the door they heard the noise beyond and peek through the blinds to see who it is, but this night they are running all around the house from door to door barking louder than they ever do.

When I stood up to go see what the hell they were on about, I noticed that the whole house seemed to be lit up with a deep blue light. Turning into the living room, it became obvious that it was emanating in from each window. I put on my shoes to go outside and see who was out there, but by the time I got out there the light had faded away. There was no sound of a car engine or really anything, and where I lived you could hear a car coming from a mile away.

I felt a chill run down my spine but I had the weirdest sense of fight or flight where neither option seemed viable, like I was frozen to the spot. I wanted to turn around and get back inside, and then…I just was. Right back in the chair I was listening to music in. As if I just blinked and there I was.

Don’t really like telling people about it because it skeeves me out so bad.

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3. Lights in the sky

Redditor Bathoriel says,

About 20 years ago I was walking home from the shops with my dad and we stopped to watch some really odd lights in the sky.

There were 2 lights, slightly bigger than the stars zooming around and orbiting each other, making figure-8s etc. And then they stopped moving, got bigger and bigger until bright light filled the sky and then they were gone, we carried on our journey home. We hadn’t stopped for more than 5 mins. The whole journey should have been 20 mins.

When we got home, my mum was freaking out, we had been gone for 65 mins, our watches were both still working but were 45 mins behind every clock in the house. She had neighbors/friends bout looking for us. I don’t know what happened to us or what we saw, maybe nothing.

EDIT: There was no search party organised, I worded myself badly. My mother simply had nearby neighbors and friends who would lived on/near our route home checking to see if they had seen or could see us because it was winter with freezing temperatures outside, it was a dark country road we were walking home along and I was only 8 years old.

We also didn’t have mobile phones yet and weren’t prone to detouring.

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4. Triangular formation

Redditor Trewdub says,

I live in a pretty secluded part of Washington state. I was in my late teens and my parents had gone to Seattle for something, so I was put in charge of the property.

I was closing everything up (i.e. the barn we own and some other small utility buildings) when I look up and see three reddish-orange lights in a triangular formation. They were just floating there, as if they were magnified stars. So magnified, in fact, that everything was slightly illuminated by their warm hue.

I’m mesmerized, standing there, and suddenly lose my sense of balance, as if the ground in front of me has begun rising, and I pass out. Next thing I know I’m on the ground in the barn I had locked up (according to my watch) half an hour before. Needless to say, I was petrified. I scurried to the house with my tail between my legs scared and confused. I slept not at all that night and any sense of security I had was gone. Even though I was locked safely in my house, I felt hopelessly exposed.

In hindsight, I think it’s possible I was light-headed, opened the barn door and fell down, but it still shakes me up thinking about it.

Possible, or…?

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5. Missing sexy time

Redditor Danielpottypants relates this tale of woe:

Not entirely sure if we were abducted, but my wife (who was a non believer) and I both have missing time. We were having sex on our bed when we suddenly both came to, and were in totally different places in the room. Not sure how much time had past, but she looked at me and said “what the fuck just happened?” I said I wasn’t sure. Neither of us were scared, and we were both incredibly tired. We decided we would just go to bed and talk about it in the morning.

I looked up instances of missing time and a lot of them said the same thing. When they came to they were just very tired, knew something was totally weird, but just wanted to go to sleep.

Edit: We had a carbon monoxide detector. Fully functional. It was an apt. not a house so it was routinely checked and up to code at all times.

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6. Skeletal hand

Redditor Shivoe writes,

Between the ages of 5 and 10, I lost time a lot. One of the more notable times that I clearly remember being confused, was when I was laying on the floor watching tv. It was about 6pm, and I looked out the window. It was still bright outside, and then I blinked. When I opened my eyes again it was 3am, the tv was off and I was sitting on the sofa. That sort of thing happened a lot for a few years.

Then there were the things I would see. I never had curtains or blinds on my bedroom windows. I was also, absolutely terrified of Windows and I still am. Most nights, before falling asleep, I would see head shapes outside. Not peaking up from the bottom of the window, but either from the side, or looking in from the top of the window, like it was upside down with a cocked head looking in.

I had a second floor bedroom, so I thought it was impossible for something to be looking in, so I would just cover my head and try to sleep. Most of the time I ended up sneaking into my parents or my brothers bedroom at night because of it, but, I would see the shapes in their windows as well. But at least I felt safer because I wasn’t alone.

Then, when I was closer to 10, I basically slept in my brothers room every night. We had moved into a new house, and his room was in the basement. It wasn’t really a room, but it had one wall, then a big, open side that was separated from the rest of the basement with a long curtain. I had pretty bad insomnia by that point, and I didn’t typically fall asleep until 3-4 in the morning.

I was laying on the floor in my sleeping bag, watching Harvy birdman, and the curtain started to move. I looked over to see a hand, reaching through the bottom of the curtain. It was somewhat skeletal looking, with long fingers, and very pronounced bone structure. The wrist it was attached to was also very thin, and had no hair. I sat up and screamed, and when I did the hand froze, and then quickly went back under the curtain. I then heard something running up the stairs, but I didn’t hear a door open or close. I curled up on the foot of my brothers bed, and stayed awake until morning.

That was the last thing I remember happening. I still lost time off and on until I was about 16

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7. Eyes glowing orange

Redditor Tain01 has this horrifying tale:

I was about 4 or 5 years old and my father was working nightshift. My mother was watching football in our living room and I went to sleep on some chairs near the entertainment center; I don’t recall how or why, just that I conked out in that spot. I “woke up” (quotes because I don’t actually know if I was awake or dreaming) some undetermined time later.

The lights were still on, but the TV was off and the house was unnaturally quiet, like the sound was getting sucked up. I looked at the TV first, then turned my head left and saw my mother floating about a foot off the ground with her eyes glowing orange and her mouth hanging open.

Naturally, I panicked. I didn’t know where I was going or what I planned to do, just that I had to get out of that room. So I bolted for the hallway that lead to the bedrooms and found myself unable to move. Something walked out of my bedroom in the back. It couldn’t have been much bigger than me as a child, but I remember it was brown and leathery-looking with arms that were too long for a human. The eyes were red and flashed like bike reflectors. I didn’t even know what E.T. was much less seen the movie at this point in my life, for the record (needless to say, after this being burned into my memory, I did not find the movie endearing).

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even scream even though I was trying. All I could do was stand there while the thing hesitated at the end of the hallway. Then it screamed like a bird with something stuck in its throat and waddle-ran straight for me. I woke up on the chairs again screaming and crying until I couldn’t anymore from exhaustion. My mother didn’t/doesn’t remember any of it.

After that I was pretty well spooked by any feasible account of alien abduction or UFOs in general. Several episodes of feeling like I was getting jerked leg-first out of my bed all the way into my teenage years. Thankfully, nothing like what I remembered from before though.

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8. Grey head

Redditor iamtheblaizingturtle says,

This happened when I was 10.

I looked out my window, as I always did before bed to make sure nothing is outside since my window faced the street, and suddenly, I started hearing a massive mechanical hum and the light outside became bright like a spotlight was on the home.

I then locked eyes with a grey head, freaked the fuck out, jumped in my bed and pulled the covers up close and stared at the window waiting to die and wondering what is going on. I saw the grey figure pacing in front of my window, stopping to stare through the bent corner in my blinds with its black eyes.

I remember it very vividly from the sound to the sensations. It was like a vibrating at a high frequency.

I couldnt muster the courage to call for my parents, or even yell. Not like i would hear my own voice anyway. Another one showed up on the other side of the window just staring while the first continued pacing. Just as i was gathering the courage to run, everything stopped.

Next thing i knew, it was a few hours later, everything was dark ane night again.

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9. More grey

Redditor UnauthorizedGoat can relate:

Since you had this experience as a kid I will tell you my son’s experience.

He was 5 years old and we had just redecorated his bedroom. He was sleeping in a new bed. And had a nightlight so the room wasn’t dark. He had chosen a geen apple colored paint so with the night light everything had a green sorta glow.

I was one room away sleeping when my son let out a blood curdling howl of. “Mooooomy!” I was out of bed like a shot and flew into his room. The minute I appeared at the end of his bed he launched himself into my arms and buried his face in my neck as he trembled.

I brought him to my room where my husband was much much slower to wake sat up and we put our arms arounf my son to calm him. He told us there were three, green, bald men with big black eyes in his room. It took most of the night to get him back to sleep and he would not set foot in his room for a long time.

The next morning I googled a picture of a gray alien with black eyes and he freaked out and said thats what they looked like. It took three years to get him to sleep alone in his room again.

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10. Abduction, or…?

Nonpalo says,

I’m not sure if I’d say I was “abducted” but what happened was really weird.

Was laying on my couch with a blanket over me and I look at the clock and it says like 11:23 AM or something. Suddenly a white flash happens and it’s 12:40 PM. It happens again three more times and by the time I could comprehend what was going on it was like 5:30 PM. Every time it would happen there would be like 15 minutes of confusion and trying to move. I was stuck in a dreamlike state until it stopped happening.

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11. Abduction of consciousness

Doofwars says,

I wouldn’t say I was abducted by aliens specifically, but I was definitely taken somewhere. It was more of an abduction of consciousness if that makes sense? I don’t know, it might have been my body too, it was a weird feeling I can’t really explain.

I was sitting at the park one day in broad daylight with 4 or 5 friends. I lived in a small community in the Midwest so the park was empty except for us. We were talking and smoking (just cigarettes for me, nothing that would alter my consciousness) when suddenly everyone just kind of slowed down and eventually froze completely, myself included.

I couldn’t move or talk, I couldn’t blink, I had to focus really hard on just breathing, and then I blacked out. I woke up alone in a dark, nearly pitch black room with 3 large illuminated screens around me. On the screens I saw the park from above, the exact spot where my friends and I were sitting. It felt like I was in that room for hours until I blacked out again.

I finally came to and realized I’d been crying hysterically on the ground. The rest of my friends seemed pretty wrecked too, like they all just experienced something equally terrifying. I was the first one of us to speak, I said “I think I met god,” and they all responded with similar brief statements. I remember one girl saying “We’re on TV somewhere,” which expressed the feeling of being watched, unsafe, and violated really well. I can’t remember what anyone else said, just the general idea of “we just got taken somewhere.” We didn’t talk about it besides one weird, short sentence each. That was the strangest part for me, that we didn’t talk about it but we all understood that we’d seen the same thing. It felt like we couldn’t talk about it where “it/they” could see us.

We left immediately and haven’t spoken about it since. I don’t keep in touch with those friends anymore but it would be interesting to know if they felt like it was an abduction of some kind too.

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12. Extremely long road

Iddiamond has an eerie story about loss of time:

I was around 10 years old, I was riding around on my bike and it was time to go home for lunch. A direct route through my town would of taken about 10 minutes but at the time I had a couple bullies that prevented me from taking that path. So no biggie there is another scenic route that takes about 40 min to go around.

It was early afternoon, summer time. I take the scenic route, I make it home almost 7 hrs later. The funny thing is I never noticed anything weird until I got home and it was started to get a bit darker. I peddled all the way, and never took any other detours.

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13. Aliens through the window

Redditor forgotmyusernamedamn says,

When I was four Aliens came in through my bedroom window. I was terrified but I couldn’t move. My sister was asleep in the bed next to me. The aliens had big heads and big black eyes. It was as if I was in a dream but I was very much awake. I tried to cry out but I couldn’t make a sound. The aliens left and eventually I was able to crawl into my parent’s room. Completely freaked out I didn’t talk for 24 hours. My mom was very protective and patient for which I’m still extremely grateful.

It wasn’t until I was an adult, and heard people’s description of sleep paralysis, that I had an explanation of what happened to me. Such a relief to understand that what I went through was not abnormal. In spite of this knowledge, a part of me still has trouble letting go of the hallucination that happened to me that night. It’s never happened again.

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14. Spaceship?

Redditor TheBigDilbowski once saw something very odd:

When I was twelve, I was playing RuneScape on the computer while my mom and stepdad were out for the night. This was special for me, as I always had to get off the computer when they went to bed.

I remember seeing a light through out thin, white curtains and thinking that they had come home when they were supposed to be gone all night. I went outside and our driveway was empty. Turned out the light was coming from a huge, black triangle with three points of light that was hanging in the sky right above my house.

I went inside to grab my parents’ digital camera, but by the time I got back outside it wasn’t there. I know that night happened, but has felt like a dream since the day after. Made me believe.

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15. Through the woods

Juan6025 saw proof of his abduction:

Ok, so on March 24, 2015 I walked out of my backyard, around 11pm and I live in boring Oregon. So honestly where I lived it was isolated. I felt like many times there is supposed to be something waiting for me in the backwoods everyday. I felt like somebody wanted me to go in the woods and kept sending signals. Wether it was random sounds at night or small glares of light.

I kept questioning what the heck could it be that is so obnoxious. I always go there during the day and there is nothing, but branches and trees. So 11:25 I wanted to yell into the woods and asked to stop messing around but it was difficult to. I was honestly frozen and i felt paralyzed, I tried to scream for help but no words.

I kept walking towards the woods and I felt something grabbed me by the arm, and shoved me through the woods. Then I woke up and I thought it was a dream, I went outside of course and went where I was shoved and for the first time in my life i see branches broken and all the leafs on the ground were swept away from each other.

I left around that month, and the house is still on sale at century 21, and I plan to go see it this summer and set up a paranormal crew and wait out at night. I honestly thing aliens took me and put me back to bed as an experiment.

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16. This is only a dream…

Wonderflex had an encounter that made him question everything:

As a kid I lived in a tiny mountain town in Central Oregon. We were very poor and instead of having a bedroom I would sleep on a futon in the living room with my younger sisters in our double wide.

One night around the age of 10, I was woken up by the room flooded with a bright white light. At first I thought a semi must have overturn on 97 and was shining on the curtains. I decided to get up and see what it was, but to my surprise I wasn’t able to move at all, much like sleep paralysis. I tried to yell out to my sisters so they could help me, but just as I couldn’t move, I found myself unable to speak.

At this point I was in a full on panic attack. Then one of your stereotypical grey aliens passed through the wall and floated me out through the wall to a flight of the navigation shaped craft. The intense light that bathed me made it impossible to see. Suddenly an oxygen mask was put over my face and I blacked out as if on anesthesia.

Some undetermined amount of time passed and my vision started to become unblurred. I was back in my futon, light still filling the room as the alien looked down at me. Using some sort of telepathic communication they said to me, “I’m going to inject this into your neck. It won’t hurt, won’t leave a mark, and it will make you think this was all a dream.”

They progressed to inject my neck and then float off through the wall. The light faded away in an upword direction leaving me to stare into the darkness. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the dark, restoring my night vision. Without ever opening my eyes (must have been sleeping with my eyes open) I woke up from this dream, looked over at my sleeping sisters, climbed out of the futon, walked into the kitchen and ate a sweet cherry pepper. I followed that with a glass of water and went back to bed.

Today I’m still sure it was just a dream, and I have great dream recall. I don’t know if I think this because it keeps me from looking crazy or if it is exactly what the alien in my dream said that the shot would do.

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17. An abduction at dinner?

Clonedanmarino writes,

Like everyone else I’m hesitant to say I was abducted… but something happened.

I was about 15 at the time. I was at my grandparents house with my parents and sister. We were about to eat dinner that my grandma had made before I left to use the bathroom. My grandma is an immigrant from the Caribbean and she always leaves her bathroom window open. It’s a mix of being really frugal and just the island custom of leaving windows open for breeze. I found it very uncomfortable to pee in there with the window open so I was always on high alert looking through it when I had to. I was peeing when I heard a noise that I honestly could never explain with words. I guess you’d call it like a high pitched grating? Either way, it was a strange sound, and the strangest thing about it is that it sounded like it was coming from my own head. It must have been a second later that I saw a blinding light, then everything went black, like an instant sleep.

What felt like a moment later I was back in the dining room with my family. They were sitting around at the table, dirty plates in front of them. There was a dirty plate in front of me. I was sitting with them. I had eaten? They were talking casually, in that transition between dinner and saying goodbye to go. They were talking to me about my soccer team, and the conversation felt like we had been talking about it for a while.

I could hardly speak but no one noticed. We drove home and I went directly to sleep. I was so tired. The next morning I thought about it. I tried to figure out what it was but it felt so overwhelming to do so that I just decided it was best not to. Something happened, I just have no idea what it was. I guess I honestly don’t even want to know what it was at this point because it never happened again, and I’m ok with that.

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18. UFO encounter

Browasthetics writes,

Well, we weren’t abducted, but my husband and I had a UFO encounter that still boggles my mind to this day. We live in an apartment complex, in a highly populated “nicer” urban area. We arrived back at home late on a Saturday night about 1AM.

Walking from the parking garage back to our apartment building, I happen to look up at the sky. I immediately noticed this HUGE triangle like object, slowly gliding above us and we watch as it disappears behind another building. Meanwhile both of us are arguing over what the fuck this thing was.

It was silent. I mean zero noise, with 2 rows of lights on either side. We walk around the side of the building looking into the sky, and about 10 minutes later, we see it again. It was closer and clearer this time, I could even see minor details on the body, lights and all.

We are both almost screaming at this point, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT???”

As we watch, this thing pulls straight up into the air, and slowly disappears right in front of our eyes. Not kidding. We watched this thing slowly become transparent until we couldn’t see it anymore. We kept looking for it for about another hour.

Cellphone cameras pointed to the sky from the top of the tallest apartment building. We finally gave up, and did enough research to compare what we saw to a stealth bomber plane. The shape is similar, but this thing was completely silent, and could disappear…Where we live is home to tons of tech company headquarters, literally across the street from us. We are next to two major highways and its generally a super busy area. I’m only mentioning this because it seems most ufo encounters happen in rural and not so populated areas. I’m still freaked out, and I’m always checking the skies at night.

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19. Thing of lights

Iamiq has a very strange story to tell:

In the 90s, my family lived in a coastal city in Saudi Arabia.

My parents were doing up the flat we lived in so my brother and I had to sleep on the same king-sized bed for a week or so. I was probably around 10 years old and my brother was 13 years old.

One night my brother started shaking my shoulder trying to wake me up, saying ‘iamiq, iamiq, do you see this too?’.

I don’t know what the time was but it was dark. I was under my duvet and had no idea what he was talking about, i opened my eyes and saw this featureless, lanky, tall person made of dim light. It was standing by my brothers side of the bed.

Before I could process what was happening, it extended its neck over to the middle of the bed between my brother and I and disintegrated into tiny lights across the room with a massive static sound.

My brother and I screamed and hid under our duvets.

Next thing I know, I wake up in the morning at the exact same time as my brother, and we just look at each other and run out of the room.

We have talked about this incident a few times over the years and we still don’t understand what happened. A mutual shared episode sleep paralysis? monoxide? We had our windows open, the flat was ventilated properly. My parents don’t remember hearing any unusual sounds, they slept soundly in their room.

I asked my brother when he noticed this ‘thing’ as he woke me up. He remembers waking up to a glow in the room, opened his eyes and saw this ‘thing’ of light walk up to his side of the bed and just stand there with a soft humming sound coming out of it. He thought he was dreaming so he tried to ignore it and turned to his other side, he looked back after a while and it was still there so he decided to wake me up.

No idea what to make of this incident. I’m over 35 years old now, I’ve had a few incidents over the years that I can’t explain but I’m healthy so all good.

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20. Multiple abductions

Redditor Gishgress has an eerie tale to tell:

The abductions started when I was really young. They were not scary experiences but more like odd dreams. Every night I would sneak down to our living room which had a large window. I would face the window and say “How-Woo” after that a large wolf head would materialize and say “How-Woo” back to me and my next memory would be waking up. I was never caught getting out of bed or going down the stairs but I do remember that occasionally there would be leaves or dirt on the living room floor that my parents had no clue where it came from.

We moved into a suburbs and that changed the nature of the experiences. I don’t remember being afraid when I lived in the country but once I lived in the suburbs I was terrified of going to sleep. My first memory of an abduction experience was caused by a doctors visit. Someone I went to school with got sick with something and everyone who had contact had to get a shot.

I had never had a shot before but when the nurse approached me with the needle I lost my shit. I was probably nine or ten but it took three nurses and poor old Dr. Li, my pediatrician, to hold me down. I remember telling them to get that thing away from me and getting images of shadowy figures and flashes of pain in my eyes. After that I was always awake when they came. I’d wake up and they’d be next to my bed or looking in the window but they never tried to hide their intentions after that.

The abductions peaked around 13 or 14 with about one every two months. By that time I had adjusted my life to try to deal with it, going to sleep as soon as I got home from school and waking up at around midnight and staying awake until I went to school hoping it didn’t happen. It might have worked but it didn’t help with school and family life. Slowly the incidents became less frequent to maybe once a year.

My last abduction was on my 27th birthday. I was fully conscience and had just got done calling into work saying I would not be coming in that night. I walked outside to my car and looked up and saw something moving through the sky. It was black and amorphous and kept changing shape, at one point I thought it looked like the space shuttle but then it started heading towards me. I got in my car and tried starting it but it didn’t even turn over.

Right after that I got this buzzing ringing in my head that was jarring and painful. By then the craft was right over top of me and ahead of my car one of them just materialized and moved towards me. My car door just kind of opened on it’s own and it touched me with this rod thing it was carrying and I blacked out. I came to an hour later and immediately went to work even though I called off.

I haven’t had any experiences since but I still live the way I did when it was happening. I can’t sleep at night so I work at night and sleep during the day. Relationships were difficult to maintain but I’m doing much better now. I have some feelings that my parents were slightly aware that something was going on when I was younger. I’ve had several experiences of waking up some distance away from where I was previously or sleeping at. Twice I was wearing clothes that were not mine. If anyone has any questions I’ll answer as best I can. Thanks for asking this seriously.

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Anna quickened her pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. Up to now, the sky had been postcard- perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail- blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel- grey. Large pillow of cloud was forming, blotting out the old- gold colour of the sun.

She got the first splatter of rain when she was halfway across the street. She took shelter under the bus station, hoping that she could see out the shower. Droplets of moisture began to drip from the glass wall. 

She looked outside. The sky was tar- black and the large clouds were moving forward towards her. She heard a tapping on the glass and then it became a pitter- patter. People ran for cover and umbrellas were opened and the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and she could hear the murmuring of the rain through the glass. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

They were sprinkling onto the ground like a gardener’s hose. Then the rainfall became more intense. A wall of rain moved over the place and the drops were drumming against the canopy. So much rain was falling that the sound of blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded her of the rotor blades on a helicopter. Eventually, the noise lessened and the drops faded into musical chime.

The sun came out again, casting slanted beams of light across the street. Steam rose slowly from the ground. It rose up eerily and drifted mist- like towards the molten- gold sun. The image was so vivid that it stayed with her all the way.

Anna remained waiting in the bus station, watching every last few drops of rain falling from the roof to the ground. It feels calm and the whole world turned back to its own glory. She checked out her wrist watch to see it was 4:30 in the afternoon already. She only has 30 minutes before the concert starts. They decided to meet in front of the stadium by 4:45 pm since Deby came out directly from the school whilst Anna came out from her part- time job. She can’t feel anything about this concert, no longer excitement or happiness, just plain bland feeling like it was just an ordinary day. She’s supposed to get hype or thrilled but no matter how much she tried to think about the exciting feeling of seeing the boys- it seized down to zero. 

She fished out the phone from her bag and started sending message to Deby that she might be late. After she hit send, she quickly put it back inside her bag and heave a deep sigh. 

She found herself looking up still watching the remaining beads of rain left onto the roof. Waiting till one falls down like a person trying to hold onto the single rock beside the cliff. Anna smiles to herself stretching her arms with hands held and palms up. She was expecting a drop would land on her palms. She’s like a child anticipating for it. 

It took only solid five seconds when a tiny drop of rain fell on her palm, she smiled.

But, the smile lasts for no longer than two seconds when a strange memory has flashed again right in front of her eyes. Like a rewind movie expecting to remind her about the clips of memories that she doesn't know she has. 

She froze on her feet, still, palms out and eyes fixed onto space.

A memory as same as this.

She saw herself with the same posture- her palms held open and she’s smiling watching a snow falling on her hands.  

What baffles her more was she saw herself with someone. . . with a man. 

A man she can’t remember at all.

—   —   —

The boys were stretching out to avoid getting muscle cramps before their 2-hour performance on stage later. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi are all doing push- up whilst Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook were trying to do jumping jacks. Jimin was just sitting alone on the couch- sleeping. No one has tried to bother him since the exercise coach mentioned he don’t need any warm- up. Pretty much because he’s no human compared to them. They all know that he had never experienced getting tensed muscles even after a 12hour dance practice. Reason why sometimes they called him a Cyborg. His body was like made of metal. Taehyung stopped for a moment then walked closer to him, he removed the white towel covering his face, the sudden blindness in light awoke him. Jimin squints his eyes and looked up to see his friend staring down at him, he seems like he’s waiting for something from Jimin.

“What?” he asked exasperatedly.

“You look so exhausted. We only have few minutes left before the concert starts. You better prep yourself now, you’re sleeping with this thing in your face, this might ruin your makeup!” he scolds then throw the towel back at him.

Jimin didn’t say anything and decided to just go to the bathroom to freshen up, he’ll just ask the makeup artist to dab make-ups to his face again. But when he tried to stand up, he feels like the whole world suddenly turned around, he fell back to the couch and squints his eyes trying to rid the dizziness he felt.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked then sat beside him.

He just nod his head.

“Chim, when was the last time you had… blood?” the last word came out in a whisper.

Jimin straightened to his seat then tried to stand up again. When he feels better than before, he looked at the mirror then stared at his own reflection. The makeup dabbed in his face won’t enough to cover up the pale skin he has. He looks dead. Even his eye looks dilated. There’s no grace anymore. He looks like a corpse body.

Taehyung stood also then watched his friend’s reflection from the vanity mirror.

“Jimin, I think you need at least a sip of blood. You’re getting weaker every single day. No matter how you tried, your body was still craving for blood.”

The vampire just took an exhausted breath then spoke, “This is my plan in the first place, right? To finally change and stop killing people just to suffice my hunger. Everything was just changed when I met Anna. But now that she’s no longer around, why would I still keep myself from killing innocent humans? There’s no reason why I had to drink blood anymore.”

“But what you’re doing is a suicide!”

“As if I would die together with the pain,”

Then he left the room.

Taehyung just roll his eyes when he felt his phone vibrates, he opened it to see he received a message from his mom saying they’re all waiting outside the stadium already.

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She caught Deby waving all mighty in the middle of the crowd while the phone was still on her ears. Anna smiled and waved back at her then turned off her phone to end the call. She walked closer to her but the good amount of people blocking her way was giving her a hard time getting closer to her friend. They’re all lining up to enter the stadium, and you can hear screams of excited fans in some part of the crowd. Somebody would even accidentally hit her arms and some were stepping on her shoes. If someone has claustrophobia, they might die in here. It was just too crowded and it feels like even oxygen was no longer enough to suffice the needs of every breathing human here.

It took her forever before she was able to get into her friend's spot.

“Hey! Omg! I was so worried you might won’t get here on time!” Deby said and she handed her over a banner that expressing their love for the boy group. Anna just stared at it first then just shrugged.

“Yeah, it was pouring heavy outside but gladly there’s no traffic on my way here,” she answered and wipe the remnants of sweats on her forehead.

“Yeah, they would let people in after five minutes so let’s just be patient. I am so excited to see my chaebol boyfriend Kim Seokjin!” Deby squeals and she hug the picture she has on her arms. Anna just laughs while watching here.

After a few minutes, a group of teenagers walked over to them to offer the merchandise they’re selling. They’re all wearing cute hair bands with the boys’ picture on it. It looks weird for Anna but she just stayed quiet. She doesn’t want to start a fight here. They might all team- up against her. 

She can’t understand her feeling. She was used to be an active fan, but now, it feels like she was just forced for being here, just for her friend’s sake.

“You might wanna help us out by buying this merchs?” the teenager girl who looked around fifteen years old, with her short hair and cute bangs framed her face.

“Wait, was that the merch of the Yoongi’s fansite who died a couple of months ago?” Deby asked and grabbed the keychain with a doodle picture of Min Yoongi in it.

“Yep, we’re just finishing her projects. You know, in memories of our kind unnie,” the girl with blond hair answered.

“That’s so nice of you. If I ain’t mistaken, there’s few fansite who starts a project for her, right?”

Anna looked at her friend with confused face.

“Yes, they put banners outside, to remind everyone that we once used to have an angel like her,” said the short girl wearing a plain shirt and timberland shoes like Jungkook’s style. Obviously, you don’t need to ask her who stans who.

“We’ll buy two,” Deby answered and the girls excitedly give the key chains she purchased then bow at them to say thank you. 

When they all left, Anna just watched Deby while putting the key chains she got in her bag.

“There’s a fansite who died?” she asked out of curiosity.

Her friend looks at her with the face like she can’t believe her question.

“You didn’t know?” Deby asked surprised.

The clueless girl just shakes her head.

“Seriously? I remember we talked about it a few months ago.”

“But—I can’t remember it? I won’t ask if I know though,” she answered sarcastically.

“Tell me, Anna, what really happened to you that sometimes you’re acting like you just came off from amnesia?  You can’t remember few things and it is so weird,”

“I told you! I don’t know either,” Anna answered back.

“Okay, okay. Yeah, again, might be just weird stage of withdrawal, it doesn’t make sense at all, but anyways, yeah, she was found dead in her condominium unit. It’s gruesome and as far as I know, the investigation was still on- going.”

Anna grew more curious.

“Why? Was she a murder victim?” 

“I don’t know. They said they don't find any strange hours before she died, they even said she’s completely alone and nothing’s suspicious found around the area. It’s still remained a mystery but the family won’t stop till they get justice.”

“Maybe it’s a suicide?” 

Deby laughed with her wild- guess.

“A suicide? Anna, she was found soaked in her own blood, but the forensic doctors find it ironic since there was no blood left inside her body. Like she was dried like a rag, get me?”

Their conversation was cut off when someone called out Anna’s name, they all whipped their head to see a middle- aged woman running towards her then throw herself for a tight hug. She was completely oblivious that she can’t even move on her spot. Deby was surprised too thinking who’s this respected woman.  

When the stranger started to pull herself off from her, she then holds her hands like she was so happy to see her again.

“How are you, dear? I’ve missed you! I didn’t expect to see you again!” the woman said.

Anna looked at Deby asking for help then looked back at the woman who seems waiting for her answer.

“Uhhh. . . ahmm.. I’m sorry but do I know you Ma’am? You’ve might mistaken me for someone? I don’t think we know each other.” Then Anna faked a laugh.

She slowly pulled her hands off from her grip then awkwardly just stands there. The middle- aged woman stared at her with confused face then looked at her back like she was also asking for a help to her husband. Anna figured out that she wasn’t alone. She’s with a fine looking man who aged between forty to fifty years old, and she saw that they’re with a young girl and a young boy. They all look a family. Maybe their daughter is the fan, they’re just supportive as hell.

“How come you can’t remember me? This is me, Anna, I am Mrs. Kim! You stayed in our house for a couple of days, don’t you remember that?” The woman seems hurt but what else she can do? She really can’t remember her.

“Mrs. Kim? I—I do really apologize Mrs. Kim but I don’t know what you are saying, I really can’t remember you,” she answered feel so sorry then just smiled awkwardly again.

“But you stayed with Jim—“

“EOMMA!”

The whole crowd began covered with unbelievable screams that it feels like their ears would start to bleed. Deby froze on her spot whilst Anna was so shocked with what she heard. 

Kim Taehyung was rushing towards them then stop right in front her to grab her mom’s hands and push her at his back.

What the hell is going on? Did Kim Taehyung just call her mom?

Everything was so surreal and Anna can’t decipher all these scenes in front of her eyes. Guards started to move around them to prevent the other fans gushing towards Kim Taehyung.

“Taehyung, why Anna can’t remember me?”

Anna watched him waiting for his answers and to clear things up. 

Why does this woman speaks like we know each other? If what she’s saying is true, then that means Kim Taehyung knows me personally too? 

What?

The scream continues like a loud music in a party club that doesn’t know what morning is. It’s starting to aggravate her. 

She watched Kim Taehyung talking to his mom like he’s explaining things to her.

 She saw how the mother’s face turned gloomy and sad like she had found something that was totally unacceptable. She caught her taking a glance at her but she didn’t say anything. 

The look on her face makes her sad too and she don’t know why.

After a few minutes, Kim Taehyung walks over at her and that earned more screams from fans too. Deby’s mouth hung opened and her eyes looks like it would fell off from its sockets.

Anna don’t know what to do. She remained standing and watching as he closing their gaps. She gulped what she believes was calm.

“Uh—uhmmm.. I’m sorry for my mom,” he said without looking straight into her eyes. He seems embarrassed and he’s scratching the back of his neck.

“N- No.. it’s okay! No worries, your mom might just confuse and thought I’m someone else,” she answered. She can hear the rapid beat of her heart.

She can’t explain the feeling but she somehow--- misses this man?

“Y- Yeah, she mistook you for someone else, she’s always like that. Maybe because she missed her,” he answered quietly.

“I don’t wanna be so hell bent out on being nosy but I wanted to imagine she’s a good girl since your mom missed her that much,”

Kim Taehyung finally lifted his head up then stares directly at her eyes.

“She’s a good friend. A best friend. And I miss her, too.”

—   —   —

The concert has started and everyone’s getting the hype they were expecting. Some few girls who were sitting behind them, in front and even those sitting next to them were secretly talking about Anna. The gossip was just so fast, Deby even had told her that her face was all around the internet. Few photos were taken with her talking to Kim Taehyung. Some even said she’s an ex- girlfriend that’s why Mrs. Kim has recognized her. She just shrugged it off then laughs about it. It was so stupid to think she’s an ex- girlfriend of this idol. She had never been in any relationship.

Fans can be a good writer sometimes. They write what they want to believe is fact.

She even caught some of them secretly taking pictures of her and it’s disgusting.

“Just never mind about them, they’ll forget you sooner or later,” Deby assured.

It was so loud and everybody seems enjoying this day. The lights and smokes gather around the whole stadium. Some fans are crying out of happiness whilst some were just jumping or screaming on top of their lungs. It’s a nice view and she wanted to feel that she belongs here. 

The boys started performing their jaw- breaking performance, as like what you expect from a world- top performer Bangtan Boys. They were all in- sync and it’s stealing every woman’s heart. They all show off their cool side and bad ass dance moves. It was so satisfying to see them performing.

After a few performances, the next in line is their ballad songs. They made few of their songs into acoustic versions and fans couldn’t ask for more.

—    —    —

As soon as they get off from the stage, Park Jimin fell on his knees. Staffs are all attentively helped him to get up, even the boys get so worried when he fell over. He was panting so hard and he’s running out of oxygen. Cold sweats dripping from his forehead down to his neck.

“I’m okay, just go change your outfits now, don’t bother to help me,” he pleads and the rest of the boys don’t have any option but to obey. They all quickly went back to the dressing room whilst Taehyung left with him and two staffs who offered him a bottled water and the other one was wiping his sweats.

“I’ll help him, please get us more water,” Taehyung said as an excuse just to talk to him privately. When no one’s around, Park Jimin tried to get up again and his friend helped him to go all throughout of it.

He coughed and a pain twinge inside him that it feels like ripping off every single muscle he has.

He breathed out and tried his best to stand up straight, “Why--- why didn’t you tell me she’s here?”

Taehyung was caught off guard. Guilt is eating him but he don’t have any choice.

“Because I’m worried you might take off running once you heard she’s here,” he answered.

Park Jimin clutches his hand on his abdomen where pain was sheeted through him with a terrible intensity.

“I’m no coward to avoid her. You should have just given me heads up so I would expect this fucking pain eating me again,” he said then left his friend.

He doesn’t realize that every time he lies, he’s committing suicide in front of me. He’s killing everything I see in him. If only he could honest be, because God knows I hate to watch him bleed.

Park Jimin immediately went back with the boys and said, “Please do me a favor!”

The boys turned their head to look at him, even the friend he left outside furrowed its eyebrows. 

“Favor, what?” the leader asked. He took ten blinks before he spoke. Actually, he lost count at ten.

—    —    —

They all stayed at the back stage whilst the lights are still out. Park Jimin stood on his feet when the spotlight hits him first. It took him enough courage to stand up again in front of thousand fans despite the agony he’s suffering right now. He smells her blood, and it’s making him insane. He doesn’t need to find where she actually sitting right now, because the smell lingers all over the place and even with his eyes closed, he’s certain that he could find her. He can hear every beating of her heart. He can hear every breathe passes through her mouth. 

Park Jimin closed his eyes, grabbed his microphone, and started opening his mouth. The next song will be spring day, and what hurt him most was that it is the song which perfectly defines of all of his emotions right now.

On the other side of their world, Anna stayed silent anticipating the next song. Whispers rang around saying why he’s alone on stage. They didn’t expect ‘Spring Day’ can be a solo performance. Army bombs twinkle like stars in the galaxy, and she’s the black hole. She stares at Park Jimin. The whole stage seems dark aside from him. There’s an unexplainable gravity that pulling her attention directly to him. Maybe because she used to be head over heels with him. But that’s just a few months ago, now it feels century.

Park Jimin opened his mouth, to start the first verse with the first word that hitting him all at once.

I miss you.

The first word, struck a string on Anna’s heart. It’s an odd feeling as if it was for her. It feels strange.

Saying this makes miss you even more.

The whole crowd went silent.

Park Jimin opened his eyes and set it directly on her position. The lights blinding his eyes and he can’t see anything but darkness, yet he’s certain she’s there. She’s sitting on the seat where his eyes were looking at.

Miss you even though I’m looking at your photo.

Goosebumps stood on her flesh when she caught him staring at their section. He might just look elsewhere but the way his eyes fixed in one direction is unusual.

Time’s so cruel. I hate us. Seeing each other for once is now so hard between us.

Anna felt Deby nudged her elbow and whispered, “Is it just me but he seems like staring on our side?” 

“Yeah, maybe his eyes were fixed elsewhere and it happened to stayed in our section,” she answered.

It’s all winter here even in August. My heart is running on time alone on the snow piercer. Wanna get to the other side of the earth holding your hand. Wanna put end to this winter. How much longing should we see snowing down to have the days of spring?

Stage director dashed off running at the back stage to see the remaining members of Bangtan watching Park Jimin performing on stage.

“What the hell is going on?! Why is he performing the song all by his self?!” he asked and he looks went frantic.

Kim Namjoon- the leader, stood in place and answered, “It’s his request and we let him be,”

“What’s gotten into him?” Manager Sejin said.

“He’s feeling the song so much, it’s not the end of the world if he performs Spring Day as a soloist, and besides it would look more of a surprise for the fans. They seem enjoying it,” Kim Taehyung said.

“He stole my part,” Min Yoongi whispered.

Is it you who changed or is it me? I hate this moment. This time flowing. By we are changed, you know? Just like everyone, you know?

Park Jimin choked back his sobs and control to burst out, the next lines are far way too unfair so he changed few bars.

Yes, I hate myself. I left you. But I never stopped thinking about you, not even a day.

The fans, the boys, and all the staff just exchange look when he changed the lyrics when it is supposed to be “Yes, I hate you. You left me.”

Honestly, I miss you but I’ll erase you because it hurts less than to blame myself.

Jung Hoseok moved closer to Kim Seokjin and whispered, “Why does it feel like he’s dedicating the song to someone?”

“I feel the same way,” the elder agreed.

I try to exhale you in pain like smoke, like white smoke.

Anna leaned back on her seat. His eyes still fixed on their direction. Some fans even argued that he’s staring at them, but for her, he’s not specifically staring into someone, but into the darkness where a numb heart lies between the rib cage of an unknown person.

There’s no specific person, she believes. But there’s a specific soul, that’s what she feels.

I say that I’ll erase you but I really can’t let you go, yet.  

—   —   —

After the concert has ended, some fans show like they never get tired from screaming and crying for the whole two hours of none other than but a show of how to steal your woman’s heart. Anna stands alone outside the stadium, next to a post light while waiting for Deby who said that she needs to go to the bathroom first.

In some various ways, the image of Park Jimin still lingers in her mind. The show he puts off became the main topic of the whole fandom. They least expect that ‘spring day’ will be performed by him- alone. They even talked about how his eyes were fixed on one direction only and some even said someone who’s close to him was sitting in that section.

She’s trying not to be nosy but she can’t help but listen to everyone’s gossips.

She can’t help but think about how he sang all emotionally, and how you would feel the pain in every line he spills. She can’t understand why it’s making her sad. The way he says ‘I miss you’ sends an intense agony through her heart. For some reasons, she’s feeling it. And she strangely feels like she wants to fill in the missing hole in his heart.

“Sorry, it took me so long, let’s go!”

The thought vanished when Deby came and she tags her along. 

When she starts to take a few steps, Anna’s came to halt. A very familiar feeling has crawled onto her skin. She turned her head around and stares in a specific direction. She saw nothing but a wall without anyone near of it.

“What is it?” Deby asked then looked in the direction where she’s staring at. 

“Nothing, I just thought someone’s watching. C’mon!” she answered then shrugged it off.

They left the venue together.

—   —   —

He leaned his head against the wall. Closing his eyes. Trying to believe all the lies. With a heavy heart, he waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

Till he could feel he’s breathing. And yet, no longer living.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, together with the pain that’s greater than the agony he felt physically. A foreign liquid sipped through his eyes. Then, it’s too late now to accept that he cries.

I am tired, and I don’t think I could last any longer. You’re still the image stays after I burnt it all. Tell me how to be stronger? When every time I tried, I just get fall.