#this was kind of hard since we haven't seen much of penny but i tried!

[boydgearloose]

28 with dellumbra?

Once she’d entered Tranquility and made herself familiar with the new surroundings, the general was able to offer Della a small house in which she could stay while her ship was being rebuilt. It was a lot roomier than her previous whereabouts, but for some reason, it didn’t feel as much like home as part of a crashed rocket did. Everything was either made of gold or some kind of moon rock, even the bed as far as she could tell. She appreciated the kind gesture of the Moonlanders and wanted to stay on their good side, but she almost wished she was back in the dessert.

Luckily, she’d kept the most important things close by: her Oxy-chew, the manual on how to fix the Spear of Selene, her trusty Junior Woodchuck Guidebook and of course, the photo of her family. She was quick to take the photo out as soon as she sat down on her bed, confirming that it was indeed made of gold and wincing when she realized how hard it would be to sleep on such a surface. Della studied the ducks in the photo, eyes almost immediately wandering to the three eggs there. She smiled.

“Don’t worry, boys,” she spoke to the photo gently, brushing a finger over the eggs in it, “there’s been a…setback, but I’ll bounce back soon! I’ve got friends now, and they’re gonna help me find you. And then, we’ll finally be-”

She was abruptly cut off by the door to her small hut slamming open and swiftly turned around, thrusting the photo in her pocket. Standing in the doorway was no other than Penumbra, the Moonlander lieutenant who had first discovered her presence, looking stoic as ever and right at the duck. Della gulped, a bit worried about what she had to say seeing that she was one of the few Moonlanders who hadn’t exactly warmed up to her yet.

“Hey, Penny!” she tried to greet the other as she watched her shut the door behind her. “What brings you here? Isn’t it like, really late in moon time?”

“Your earth principles mean nothing to an alert warrior such as myself,” the Moonlander hissed.

“Okay…” Della cracked a grin, but it wasn’t returned.

“General Lunaris wanted me to check in on you and make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed.” Penumbra rolled her eyes. “But it’s apparent that you have not.”

“Nope!”

“Sad.”

Della screwed up her face in confusion at the other’s cold response, trying to give an awkward chuckle to lighten the tension. The other simply shrugged and stood there, glancing around the room with narrowed eyes.

“What is this place anyway?” Della asked, trying to strike up a conversation. Although Penumbra might not care for her, it had been a decade since she had any company that could communicate with words, and she wanted to make the most of it.

“A guest building,” Penumbra informed her. “It hasn’t been inhabited in quite some time. We’ve been short on visitors for a few decades now, I believe.”

“Huh, really? I guess not many people crash-land on the moon then.” She laughed, but the other’s expression remained cold.

“No. We’ve had others in the past. But times change.”

Della could sense a lingering reason to the Moonlander’s words, something that was perhaps being hidden from her deliberately. That being said, she knew she wouldn’t get it from Penumbra, out of anyone who probably knows what she was talking about. Therefore, she chose to ignore it for now, only nodding in response.

“Why did you even come here?” Penumbra asked after a few beats of silence.

“Because you and Lunaris brought me?”

“No, dummy! To the moon.”

“Oh. That.” Della allowed a wistful smile to settle on her bill. “Well, I didn’t really expect to come here. I planned to take a rocket my uncle gave me- or was going to give me in the future if I didn’t steal I before it was ready, and ride it around a little before-”

The Moonlander gasped. “You’re a thief!? I knew we couldn’t trust you!” She hastily pulled her ray gun out and aimed it at the duck. Della let out a sharp yelp.

“No, no, no! I’m not a thief, I swear! I just snuck off with something he intended to give to me at a later date, that’s all! It wasn’t a good decision and was admittedly very reckless, but we’re cool.” Her expression faltered. “Or…at least I think we are. He hasn’t exactly been able to contact me ever since I’ve been up here. None of my signals got through.”

“Hmm. Fair enough.” Penumbra lowered her gun and placed it back in its holster. “But how do you know the signals haven’t reached your…uncle?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing really. I just know we are capable of receiving certain signals from other planets, so I only figured sending them would be the same.” She shrugged. “Maybe he just doesn’t want to see to you after you stole something from him.”

For a second, the thought almost planted itself in Della’s mind. Would Scrooge really want her gone? Of course not! He was probably doing everything he could to get in contact with her. It just hadn’t been working out…right? Her uncle couldn’t leave her on the moon for a decade knowing she was there.

“No,” she finally responded, hardening her gaze. “He wouldn’t do that. My family cares about me, and I know it.”

The Moonlander let out a cold laugh. “I guess they don’t care about you enough to look for you up here.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Della snapped at Penumbra, raising her voice. “Do you even understand what I’m saying? Don’t you have a family?”

“Ugh, what’s the matter with you!?” Penumbra walked over and leaned in close to the duck, nearly pressing their faces together. “Listen, Della, you aren’t going to survive here. I know you’ve already manipulated General Lunaris into doing your bidding, but you’re not going to get to me.”

“What are you going to do to me then?” She chuckled. “Blast me with your little space gun? I’m sure Lunaris would love that!”

The lieutenant snarled. “I’m not going to do anything, but I know you’re up to something, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you do not succeed.”

Della rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Penny.”

“Don’t call me that! We are not on friendly terms.”

The duck couldn’t help but let another laugh escape her, and she put a hand on the Moonlander’s shoulder, surprised when it wasn’t immediately shoved away. “Geez, can’t you calm down a little? How am I going to hurt you guys? I mean, look at me! I don’t have any weapons, I don’t have any gold, I don’t have any means of transportation, heck, I don’t even have any backup!” She softened her glance a little. “Hasn’t anyone ever been nice to you before?”Penumbra looked to be deep in thought for a few seconds, but after a while, her expression hardened again, and she finally plucked Della’s hand off her shoulder. “That’s none of your business. And besides, I don’t need the pity of others to get to where I want to be.”

Della shrugged. “Welp, too bad. I’m not playing your little rivalry game.” She thrust a fist out to Penumbra, seeming to catch her off-guard. “Now, c’mon Penny! Why don’t you just give in?”

Penumbra blinked, shrinking back from Della. “Is that a threat?”

“Wh-no!” Della suddenly felt very bad upon realizing how foreign and ominous the gesture probably looked. “It’s a fistbump! You’re supposed to make a fist and tap it against mine. Like this!” She balled her other hand into a fist and bumped it against the other. “See? Not that hard, eh? Now, you try!”

She held out her fist to the Moonlander once more, looking at her with a cheesy grin in hopes to soften her heart. For a second, Penumbra glared at it and almost looked as if she was going to give the friendly gesture a try. But of course, as Della felt she should have expected, she eventually backed away and crossed her arms, turning around with a huff.“I am not going to submit to you,” she sneered before walking away. “I’ve got better things to do than mingle with a pitiful earther such as yourself. Goodbye.”

As she watched Penumbra walk away, Della did feel a bit disheartened that she hadn’t made a lot of progress in their friendship. Then again, something inside her felt like it was only a matter of time until the other opened up to her. She’d dealt with people like this before, and while Penumbra’s shell might have been a little tougher than those, something told Della that it was still only a matter of time before it cracked too.

[itsclydebitches]

Can we talk about how asinine it is making Jaune the heart when apparently from what CRWBY has said, he’s supposed to be building up to killing Penny? They say his character journey is doing morally grey things but he literally does the fucking exact opposite of morally grey. He goes for the much more emotional choices of saving the people and Oscar, and then suddenly becomes pragmatic enough to kill Penny? HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU THIS BAD AT WRITING?

Based on what I've seen online (haven't listened to the commentary myself) the comment seems to be:

There were many small, quiet moments for Jaune that shows he is willing to do the hard thing since he still has a job to do. And that carried through to the ultimate moment with him and Penny.

I assume this is very close to what was actually said, if not an exact quote, given that I've found at least two separate posters with this exact phrasing. And yeah, though "willing to do the hard thing" isn't exactly the same as "morally gray" that still didn't happen? In Volume 8, 99% of the time, Jaune either a) straight up does not have "small, quiet moments... that shows he is willing to do the hard thing" or b) he does something hard, but it's indistinguishable from the hard thing others are simultaneously doing, making it useless as a means of setting up his specific encounter with Penny. To break down the basic plot:

Jaune goes to help Mantle just like Oscar, Ren, Yang, and the Happy Huntresses do. That's a hard job, but one every non-Amity fighter is engaging in.

Jaune doesn't fight the Hound. I just re-watched that encounter and though people are right to point out how ridiculous it was for them all to stand around during the transformation/attack one at a time, at least Ren and Yang made an attempt. Jaune only unsheathes his weapons, but otherwise doesn't move. Instead, his job (from a storytelling standpoint) is to comment first on how grimm aren't supposed to be this smart and seconds later express horror that it spoke. Here, Jaune is cueing us in to the group's emotional state and clarifying for the audience the ways this fight is abnormal, but from an in-world perspective he basically freezes. Jaune is not doing the job here. He's terrified and explicitly not doing the hard thing. This severely undermines Ren's later comment as well as the crew's.

I would have argued that Jaune does the opposite of the job by choosing Oscar over Mantle – choosing their friend is emotionally easier than choosing their responsibility to the civilians – but Jaune doesn't make any decisions here. Yang is the one who rides off and responds to Fiona's call, making it clear that they won't be heading to the next spot to help.

Jaune walks away from Ren in the snow. The hard thing, specifically the hard thing relating to "he still has a job to do," would be to agree that they could have done better and that they need to change for the good of the world. The job demands they put aside their discomfort and disagreement and, frankly, ego to strive for a compromise with Ironwood. Instead, Jaune ignores Ren's points, provides a non-related pep talk, tries to comfort Yang about Ruby, and then that's all done.

Jaune offers the compromise to go after Oscar while still allowing the Ace Ops to drop the bomb if necessary. This is indeed a hard decision that keeps the larger goal in mind. This is the one time in the Volume where I'd say yeah, Jaune made a tough call. However, even that isn't a sacrifice. It's not pragmatic. He's still prioritizing Oscar, he just intends to get him out before the Ace Ops take action to protect everyone else. If the window hadn't been available, it's highly unlikely he would have been willing to sacrifice Oscar for the greater good. Now, we can debate whether that prioritization is heroic or not, but in a discussion about how Jaune got to a point where he was willing to kill someone, it's kind of important whether, just hours before, he's upholding one life over thousands. Oscar is essentially the test run and Jaune said, "Saving the individual is more important than saving the larger whole." With Penny, it's suddenly reversed.

Jaune is very courageous for heading into the whale despite the threat of Salem... so what are Yang and Ren? Chopped liver?

There are no meaningful interactions between Jaune and Salem. Yang is the one who calls Salem out on her nonsense.

Jaune helps Ruby heal Penny rather than letting her sacrifice herself. Again, that's a very good thing, but the opposite of what he'll eventually do in an hour, or however long it was.

Jaune attacks Ironwood once because the whole fight is less than a minute long.

He gathers the civilians for evacuation.

...Then he kills Penny.

Jaune straight up did not have a journey of making small, quiet, hard decisions because the job needed to get done. He did everything everyone else did, with the exception of when he did things that overtly contrast this claim, and one time where he sort of straddled the line. And if we don't have this journey for Jaune, if there's no reason for him as a character to make such a pragmatic act, then all we're left with is the assumption that killing Penny was the only option left. Yet as we've discussed to death, RWBY failed to persuasively write that kind of scenario. So, what we're left with is a Jaune who quite randomly became that level of pragmatic... when he didn't have to. Honestly, at this point I just don't think RT is capable of viewing their work with any real distance. It seems like they want to accomplish certain things, largely fail to do so, but then read their own intentions in the work, filling in the gaps much like the fans do with headcanons. Whereas they (apparently) look at Jaune and still see a journey they'd tried to write, we're looking at what actually ended up on screen and the two aren't matching up. And, of course, this is far from the first time this has happened. As the continually easy example, RT was apparently writing Volume 8 with Ironwood's semblance in mind, they just forgot to put that semblance in the show. It may well be that they wrote Penny's death with Jaune's development in mind, they just forgot to include the development too.

[moonmothmama]

i'm thinking now of Frank Mundi in regards to the whole, "he beats up suspects" thing that gets said repeatedly by several people and yet we never see him actually do it, though he has plenty of opportunities.

the closest he got was when he went towards those guys who were yelling disgusting shit and harassing mourners at the funeral of the woman he'd previously been engaged to (maybe he's gay but he pretty clearly loved her even if only platonically or somethin. like he wasn't just pretending to care for her. and even if he hadn't that's an absolutely fucking deplorable thing to do), and even then he stopped when Penance asked him. she didn't even have to try that hard, she was just very quietly like 'please don't do this now' and he didn't. plus... that was a funeral he was attending. personally. not as a cop.

then there was when he manhandled Hugo, and physically threatened him, but a) he didn't actually go through with harming him b) it's pretty damn clear that he's there in a personal capacity with Hugo rather than a professional one. he's not there to do his job, he's there because he's fucking sick of the man and he can't take it anymore. also like... they're fucking. or they were, rather, since he says straight up that they're done "across the board." my point being that is most certainly NOT scotland yard business. Hugo practically says this himself, pointing out that someone implicated him specifically because if anyone else were implicated Frank would be out doing his job.

and he defends himself when 'Maladie' attacks him but he just, like, subdues her as quickly as possible, as i recall

so.

we know he's an ex-boxer, with such a fierce reputation that a much bigger dude immediately backs down when he's identified.

does he, has he ever, actually beaten up a suspect? that one guy says he could 'beat a confession out of a tombstone,' Lucy says that he 'likes knocking suspects about, even if they're as innocent as christmas.' but he hasn't actually been shown to hurt anyone, unless i'm seriously forgetting something. so...

is that just a rumor? did it happen once? what's the deal there? are we meant to believe it?

i'm also thinking about that whole exchange between him and Hugo, where Hugo asks him why he took a job that he hates, and he answers "because i work with the people that love it." and how he goes on that whole rant to him in the billiard room about how "if it's not you it's one of them toffs you play chess with," talking about the rich "grinding up" the oppressed for "an extra penny on the pound, or the rights to a patch of sand, or a fuck." and then when that one cop tries to pull a knife on "Maladie" when she's in custody and he slams the guy against the wall threatening to have "badge and balls off any man who tries that."

like this man obviously has some serious problems but is he actually deserving of his professional reputation? with everything we've seen, and haven't seen, i can't help wondering. i want to know more about him, i want to figure this sad fucker out

(and i just wanna say right here yes ACAB, yes fuck the police, but this is a fictional victorian era cop we're talking about here. i'm talking about character stuff and where the story is going, not any kind of real life shit, ok? fuck the irl police)

[savysavannah]

Challenge 1

Special thanks to @damian-schreave and @hadleyjaneharper for the rps.

Also the last section is not in fic format because its 2am, im lazy, and you get the gyst from the RP. Apperantly this is too long so part 2 soon.

    The Prince was off in Paloma for a bit so we were of little use in the Palace, no idea why they had us move in so early. Therefore, I’d spent most of the day with some books I’d grabbed from the library. Primarily they were legal books since it never hurts to brush up. But every once in a while, such as now I’d need to go and grab some food. 

I brought my notepad and a book on contract law with me and walked into the kitchen. There was another girl also in the kitchen. We haven't spoken to each other, she didn’t seem unfriendly or particularly awful company, just hadn’t really had the moment to. I grabbed a plate of fruit and wondered if she would say anything. After a moment I sat down and resumed reading. 

Then a small sad sigh came from the young woman who was looking down at her phone with a sad face. It wouldn’t be too bad if I took a break for some conversation. However, the young woman looked troubled, she may not be in the mood. I yawned and stretched then mumbled, but loud enough for her to hear, “God, I could use a drink.” and wondered if the other would take the bait. 

There was a beat before the other spoke, “Long day?”

“More or less. Lots of reading, missing work. How about yourself?”

She shrugged “Its...different than what I’m used to. Lots of sitting still when I’m used to spending my days moving around.” SHe grimaces then sighed, “The adjustment period is always the toughest, though.”

I thought for a moment trying to remember the occupations of the selected, “The dancer?” I asked. 

She grinned “Yeah. Hadley.” She raised an eyebrow, “And you?”

“Lawyer.” I said and stood from the table, walked over to Hadley and held her hand out, “Savannah Mars, Labrador, three.”

She shook my hand, “Nice to meet you.” then thought for a moment, “You said you were missing work? Do you work at a law firm?”

“Kinda. I work for the Illean Civil Liberties Union in their legal division. It's a non-profit which focuses on civil rights and for me civil legal cases. Lgbt+ rights defense, domestic defense, that sort of thing.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.” She said, seeming actually interested in my work. “Are you missing the casework, or something else?”

“It's pretty hard for me to step back from my work. Since I'm kind of left worrying about my clients. A new guy took over my cases but I'm trying to still work in my own way by studying up on some legal sections I work in less frequently but still may come up. Such as contract law.” I explained not fully hearing her other question. 

She nodded, “I understand, sort of. I’m left worrying about how my ballet company is going to perform, with somebody else taking over the role in the Nutcracker that I’ve had the past few years.”

“Yeah the transition really is nerve wracking. Have you seen them perform though?” I asked hoping that could at least provide some solace. 

“I’ve seen pictures on Instagram, but no videos yet. We were just finishing up our performance of Cinderella when I left. Nutcracker rehearsal started a few days after, but it’s a show we do each year, so... “ She sighed “ It /should/ be fine.”

I nodded, “well if they assigned them the role try and have faith in their qualifications. That's what I'm keeping in mind for mine. They did go to law school so it's fine. They got the role so it’s fine.” I said partially for her and partially for me. 

She sighed a little hesitant, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Competition is just gonna be a bitch and a half when I’m sent back.” She chuckled wryly.  

“Well maybe you'll win and then you won't have too. Who’s gonna take a role away from the future queen of Illea.”

“That’s extremely unlikely to happen.” She then almost smirked “What about you? If you win, nobody’s going to tell you no in a courtroom.”

I laughed, “If I win I'll kill myself.” Then I realized how dark that sounded, though it didn’t seem to phase her.

“I hate to say that I feel the same way, but…” She shrugged and nodded, “I feel the same way” For a moment I was confused, why would she join if she felt the same way? Then it clicked, a dancer would be a five, lower class, need the money.

“You're a five right? Did you apply for the money? If you don't mind my asking that is. It would just make sense why you'd dislike to win.” 

“It…” She bit her lip, “Kind of? It’s a long story involving a deadbeat mom, a shitty health care system, two starving artists, and a kid with leukemia.” She said with an apologetic smile. Whatever she’d be apologizing for I can’t say. 

“Well shit man, I'm glad you got in then. Both for the money and for a break from that. I know this society fucking sucks and we've got a likely shit for brains hier, but if you ever need a lawyer I'm here to help. Hopefully, being a three now will provide some help for you too.” I said then caught myself making a mental note to not be so vulgar with my language. 

She gave me a small smile, “Thanks. Now I just have to figure out what I’m doing with the rest of my life, after throwing my career into dance, only to become a Three.” She laughed, “What about you? Why did you enter? It sounds like you had a pretty cushy gig going on.”

It wouldn’t be smart to tell the truth, but lying when Hadley had been so open felt wrong, I sighed and said, “My brother. Basically he forged my entry and I didn't want him to get into legal troubles for that. He's a fucking idiot.” I sighed and let that last cuss word slide as he is a fucking idiot. 

She snorted, “Men really do only have two brain cells.” She gave a small smile, “I’m sorry that you ended up in that situation, though. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. I tried to beat him up but my other brothers stopped me. It was really a mess. Had to find out from a waitress asking for a photo with me.” 

She shook her head, “My best friend told me that he was so upset to see me, “throwing my life away,” as if I hadn’t entered to help him and his brother.” Sounds like an ungrateful ass. She sighed and looked down at her fruit, “When did life get this messed up?”

A question with too big of an answer. A bit panicked and not knowing what to say I took a strawberry off my plate and held it out to her, “Fruit?” 

She chuckled and took the strawberry, “Thanks.” She takes a bit, chews, and then pauses, looking at Savannah, “You know what I could really go for right now, though? A good gin and tonic.”

“God that'd be great. You know what, let's make some. One glass can't hurt.”

She shrugged, “Sure, sounds fun. I’m down.” She looks around, “I know they keep the wine in that cabinet, but I haven’t found the liquor yet.”

After gathering our ingredients we get to work making the glasses, “so, what's your plan in all this?”

“In the selection?” She raises an eyebrow and then shrugs, she starts pouring things into the mixer bottle, “Stay here for as long as I can so I keep making stimulus checks, and then get sent home before I’m stuck spending the rest of my life here.” She finishes pouring and looks at Savannah, “You?”

I sighed, “about the same. Give the money to the non-profit I work for. I was hoping I could root for you to win, you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders to influence him, but the more I think about it the more I realize that's like damning to hell.

She snorts, “Well, I still appreciate the compliment, and I would’ve said the same about you.” Then she sighs, “I’ve always known that it’s been like this, though. He gets to squander every penny he has on luxury shit, whereas my paychecks…” another sigh, “But life isn’t fair.”

“Yeah. And then waste the money on useless shit and trying to pass dumb laws like making 'cats' illegal instead of actually fixing the problems in this country.” I said and poured myself a glass of the drink.

She poured some for herself and then shook her head with an eye roll, “Don’t even get me started on that debacle. Why even joke about things like that?”

“Because he doesn't comprehend how the people of his own country are suffering. He's just so blind with privilege. Not that I have much to speak on but at least I freaking try to think about others in the country and their situations.”

She gave me a small smile, “You didn’t seem like the type to blow your money on worthless things to me, at all. I don’t even know what I’m going to say to him when we have that interview in a few days.”

“Yeah I think im just gonna be polite for the sake of not causing a scene that'll haunt me my whole life” I said and took a sip, then clarified, “polite though, not kind.”

She nodded then drank too, “I really went from putting on one type of show for Twos to another.” 

“Any idea what you're gonna do as a three?” I asked.

She pursed her lips and shook her head, “I haven’t taken a science or maths class since I was eleven, and I don’t have the money for university. I guess I could work as a translator, or if that doesn’t work out, marry a five and go back to dancing.” She took another sip of her drink, “Hopefully I’ll be here long enough to figure it out.”

“Do they not have like threes who are dance teachers? I haven't really looked much into the area myself but it may make sense.”

She shook her head, “For me, at least, it was mostly Russian immigrants who were former dancers themselves, so Fives.”

I thought for a moment, “Well if you ever need history lessons, english, or legal aid I'm around. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a business card, since it’s not like either of us plan to be here long,  “Just all the way up in Labrador. Where are you from again?”

“Allens. So, not too far. Thanks.” She replied and looked at the card.

“Welcome.” I replied, finished off my drink then wrote down another idea. 

Hadley narrowed her eyes curiously, “What are you writing?”

“Just an idea for a proposition with the ICLU. There are probably other girls in a similar situation as you being lower caste now upper be it through marriage or selection, it may be helpful to talk about implementing a caste readjustment program.”

She lifted her head, smiling just a little, “That sounds like a great idea.” Then a little quieter she added,  “I'd appreciate it.” 

“Hopefully my boss will agree and pass it onto the innovation department. I'll write a quick memo about it to her later.” I smiled happy to have something to do.

“You really love your job, don't you?” She asked. 

I nodded, “It makes me feel like I have some kinda purpose. As cheesy as that is to say.” Making actual change in Illea instead of just prancing around doing whatever else I could have grown up to do. 

“No, I get that.” She looked down, “As a kid, I never really felt like I belonged, but on the stage, dancing?” She looked a little distant, “Standing out was a good thing.”

I nodded,  “Mhm. Have you thought of ways you could continue working while at the palace?”

She smiled, “Actually, I had a conversation with Prince Eaton about that, and I’ve been able to work out a schedule that allows me to still practice, even though I have to do a little more work to catch up on lessons.”

“That'll be good. If you wanted too you could put on a performance and donate the profits. That way you could be working towards a goal too instead of general practice.”

She tilted her head, “That's an interesting idea. I’ll keep that in mind.”

I nodded, “Well it was nice meeting you, Lady Hadley. But it is probably time for me to get back to work.” Then held out my hand to shake goodbye.

She took it, giving it a shake. “Nice to meet you too.”

It was pretty late in the afternoon by the time I was escorted to the interview room. Damian was in a navy blue suit jacket, dress pants, and a white button up shirt. He smiled at me as I got closer.  His eyes flicker to my nametag for a second before he speaks, “Hello, Lady Savannah. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.”

I smiled trying to stay polite, then gave a small curtsy, “The same to you, your highness.”

He smiled back, taking a few steps back and gestured for me to go into the interview room. In the room is a sofa, surrounded by stage lights and a few cameras, what a romantic first meeting. There is one camera on a swivel stand, that is currently focused on Damian and I. He starts walking into the room, looking at me as he talks, "How have you found your first few days here, so far?"

I debated giving him a short one word answer of 'fine' but Danny's words of 'don't ruin your own happiness" slipped into my head. "They've been fine. I've enjoyed your library. It's helped me feel like I can in some ways continue working by catching up on legal matters normally outside of my areas of expertise."

He nodded while smiling then took a seat on the sofa, "So you're a lawyer, then? What kind of law do you practice?"

Reluctantly I sat next to him, hopefully I wouldn't catch an STD from proximity alone, "Yes, I practice primarily civil and criminal law with the Illean Civil Librities Union. So primarily defending people who are in bad situations due to outdated laws which need amending." My tone came out more passive aggressive than intended, but it was slightly justified as he should have been working to amend said laws and help people instead of partying.

"That's a great thing, to be doing. What got you into law?"

"Well I was at the University of Labrador. My best friend I'm the sorority I was in decided to go to a protest over women's rights in illea. We went, someone man came and antagonized some women, she defended herself verbally, got arrested, felt up by the officer, then was unable to do anything legally about it. I felt that was unfair so I decided to look into being a lawyer, liked the process, graduated in 2 years, went to Yale and here I am." 

He lets out a low whistle, looking down for a second. I couldn't help but be a but prideful at my accomplishment, then looks back up at me, more serious than before, his jaw tense, "I'm really sorry that happened to your friend." He said and fell silent. What a conversation killer. 

"It's fine." I said trying not to dwell on it, "How was your time in undergrad? Partied a lot, I saw." I said the passive agressiveness coming out again. 

He smiled, a little more relaxed than before, but not as relaxed as he was when he first entered the room, "I enjoyed my last few years of freedom before entering the real world, yes." He then raised his eyebrows, grinning a little wider, kind of teasing, "And what about you? Being in a sorority and all, I doubt you were much of a homebody yourself." 

I couldn't help but completely flush and bit down my urge to absolutely smack him upside the head. "It was a brief phase. It was fun. But also a waste of time." I chuckled a bit remembering my airheaded behavior in that year, "had I already been working harder I may have been able to finish faster and help more people."

He grinned a little at how flustered I was, which just made me want to punch him more, then smiled a little more genuinely towards the end, "We're still young. We have our whole lives to keep fixing things."

i frowned, "That isn't true. We never know when we're going to die. Something could always happen so we should be trying to help as much as we can. Not to mention while we" I paused after my slip of the tongue, but didn't correct it "partied in undergrad people were suffering who could have been helped."

There's a flicker of a frown on his face when I mentioned how short life is, but he lets it go, tilting his head when he looks at me, "We can't save everyone. That's impossible. We can try to do as much as we can, but there will always be more people in need of help.

"Partying isn't trying."

He raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even know you wanted to be a lawyer, back when you were partying in college."

I got kinda flustered again, he's right, there's no logically sound way to win. Yeah but I should have, I wish I had. Would have made the time a lot less regrettable." I said then cleared my throat, "Though, this is a bit of a heavy topic for our first meeting, don't you agree? Your- Damian." I barely corrected myself from saying Your Highness.

He chuckled, "A bit, but it's different from the surface level talk about work and provinces." He inclined his head, "Though, if you think about it, you never would have discovered your passion for law if you hadn't joined your sorority." He shrugged and gave a stupid grin which made me blush even more. 

Finally I snapped and turned to point a finger at him, "You won okay. I can't regret something if I didn't know to do something better, but that doesn't make topless jello shots any less of an embarrassing memory." I exclaimed then heard what I said and wished to curl into a ball and die. 

He chuckled a little, "We all have our moments. It's okay."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door then, and a guard pokes his head in. Damian nods at him, then turns and looks at me, "Unfortunately, we'll have to exchange stories another time. It appears our time today is up."

I sighed in relief at my rescue, then mumbled under my breath, "Thank God." I stood to curtsy, "Your-" I cringed a bit at the error, "Damian."

He chuckled again, "It was a pleasure to meet you Savannah. Until next time." He smiled at me when we got to the door, and stopped in the doorway.

I smiled back politely, "Thank you for the conversation. Till next time." 

*savy was taking a break from her work and decided to out for a walk in the gardens. She had always been a fan of taking runs when stressed snd the gardens were providing a peaceful alternative. She was walking around when she thought she saw a bunny in the bushes. Being the gal she is she wanted to see it closer so she stepped off the path and walked into the gravel. Immediately her heel sank in the gravel. She lost her balance for a moment but didnt fall. Instead she panicked. She debated stepping out of her shoes to get it out but she didnt wanna hurt her skin on the gravel. Instead she tried to wiggle it loose and hopped no one was near*

*rip savannah, but Damian is out distressing by playing basketball at that point in time, and from where he's standing as he shoots this basket, he can see someone clearly struggling with something in the gardens. he can't see who it is, or what the problem is, but he figures he should go check it out. he tucks the basketball under one arm, jogging towards the person he can see, calling out* Hey, everything okay?

*savannah hears him call out an knows immediately it's the last person in the world she'd want to find her like this* Absolutely peachy! *calls back and debates ditching the shoes*

*he slows to a stop when he gets closer, his eyes going from savannah's face to her foot* Mmm, looks like you've got yourself in a bit of a sticky situation, there.

*is extremely flustered* no situation at all. I said I'm fine. *aggressively wiggles the heel and almost trips so she squeaks but manages to catch herself*

*when he sees her almost trip, he lunges forwards to catch her before she hits the ground, but then she catches herself, so he's like "oh was that for nothing?" he looks down at the shoe, furrowing his brows, thinking* Here, let me help with that, before you actually fall.

I'm not going to fall and I don't need your help. I'm perfectly capable of defeating some gravel on my own

*he takes a step back* Alright... if you insist... *hes not going anywhere, just watching her, waiting to see what she'll do*

*huffs when she doesnt hear him walk away and continues to wiggle then huffs when shes not getting anywhere* Fine. If you're just going to stand there anyways you may as well help.

*he chuckles, setting the basketball down on the ground, kneeling down to look at the gravel and the heel, before beginning to dig the heel out with his fingers* Not the best shoes to walk off the path in.

*rolls her eyes* I didn't think about that. I thought I saw a bunny and got distracted

*he can't help but raise his eyebrows at that, grinning, twisting the heel a little to unscrew it from the gravel* Was it at least a cute bunny?

*his tone is a little teasing*

It was cute, be careful with your tone though when your face is near my foot. *once its free she steps back on the path so she doesn't sink again*

*he chuckles, joking* What, are you planning on giving me a royal nose job with your shoe?

You could probably use one. *offers a hand to help him stand back up*

*he picks up his basketball, taking her hand, still grinning at her, teasing* Maybe it's just the angle you've been looking at it from.

*stands on her tiptoes looking at his nose* Nope. It's a little off. Nose job it is.

*she pinches his nose* its a big flaw. Doubt you'll be able to get a wife like that

*he chuckles* I don’t know, my nose has never gotten in my way before

*considers* You're right, I'm sure that was just your sense of responsibility that got in the way.

*he raises his eyebrows* You know, I’ve never turned in an assignment late, or anything for work late. Never asked for an extension.

I somehow find that doubtful. Your reputation of being a loose partier precedds that of a responsible duitiful person.

Well, it’s the truth. *he shrugs* If you’re really curious, you could email my professors. It’s all about finding a balance. *he smiles*

*grumbles because he seems to be honest about it* What did you even study?

I dual majored in political science and marketing. You?

*sighs in relief* at least you werent a buisness major. Political Science and History for me on a prelaw track.

*he nods, smiling, genuinely curious* Did you prefer one over the other?

Probably political science. I mean I love history it's why I added it. For fun since it's just like learning stories and seeing the modern day impact of said stories. But political science felt more efficient. Like it helped me have a better understanding of the philosophy of political thinking which has helped me a lot in law. Plus I just liked the professors more.

*he smiles* Understandable. Good professors make it so much easier to learn the content

*smiles* yeah and lots and lots of highlighters. Did you have a favorite topic in political science?

*grinning* I took a really cool course on comparative political economies - I really like the economic side of things. That, and the classes I had to take on international politics. *he looks over at savannah* What about you?

Probably civil politics. I've always been a fan of civil work. I honestly thought about working for the AFEI instead of the ICLU but decided I wanted to do more personal legal work than policy legal work. But it's always been the work that has interested me more since it's important to bring up civil conflicts within the country and try to help as much as possible. But learning about where we came from in terms of The United States vs the civil policies of Illea was an interesting course for me, especially because of the overlap of History and Political Science.

*he nods as she talks, thinking that all over* I think work guided what classes I liked as well. Because beyond national politics, I also have to think about international politics, trade agreements, and maintaining Illéa’s position in the world.

*seems slightly surprised* so you actually liked your major? I assumed you just were kinda forced to pick it

I was kind of forced to, but I could still pick the classes that interested me more. *He shrugs* Plus I really enjoyed my marketing major.

*thinks for a moment* Can I ask you something and have an honest answer? No bullshit PR answer. I'm just trying to figure out if we can trust you to be our future king through this, at the very least.

Sure *he nods, pursing his lips a little* Ask away.

Do you actually want to be the king of this country? Like aside from the perks you have from it, do you care about the work?

I do care. *he pauses, swallowing* I really do. It’s just...it’s a lot of pressure to accept from a young age.

*she thinks for a moment* Noted. Thank you for your honesty. *Looks at the basketball* Do you play much?

*he smiles kind of sadly* Not as much as I used to. I’ve gotten a little busy helping to run the country, and such.

*gets an idea* Do you wanna make a bet with me?

*he grins* Depends on what it is

Basketball. I'm working on a program right now with the ICLU, a coworker wants to come visit me and discuss about it but appreantly work visits aren't allowed during this. If I can get more hoops in you'll arrange that?

*he furrows his brows* Better yet, I could just organize for your coworker to visit under the guise of another event going on. Just give me a few weeks to work out the details.

*kinda chuckles because shes competitive* oh? Youre scared you'll lose? But if that's what you prefer

*he laughs* No, I just know I’d win, and I’d hate to deny you the ability to see your coworker

Fine. You'll set up the meeting, then I'll just prove to you that I would win had their beem stakes.

*he narrows his eyes at her, extending a hand to shake, still grinning* Deal

*shakes it firmly then kicks off her heels planning to walk to the court barefoot.* Would be an unfair advantage for me to still be in them

*he raises his eyebrows* Why, they helped square up the height difference between us, at the very least *he chuckles*

*almost elbows him over that but barely stops herself* I don't need that help. I'm perfectly capable of crushing you independent of my shoes

*he laughs* I played basketball in uni, you know?

As did I. Well- not in a club. A guy who I was *ponders for a moment* acquainted with, played it therefore I played with him and his friends fairly often

*he raises his eyebrows* And how tall was your acquaintance? Because I’m used to playing with people my height, but also my mom and sister, who are - *he puts his hand somewhere around his shoulder because they’re 5’4” and 5’5”* - about this tall

He was around 6'3. His friends the same or more. Don't worry I'm well aware of the disadvantage of my height and very prepared to utilize it

*he chuckles* Oh, I’ve got to see this. *when they get to the court he starts dribbling the ball casually, walking towards the middle of the court* Do you want to start with the ball, or should I?

*thinks for a moment and puts her shoes down on the edge of the court and rolls up the bottoms of her dress pants a bit* You can start with it.

*he raises his eyebrows at her rolling up her dress pants, but he nods* Okay, if you insist. *he waits until he’s ready before starting the play*

*she walks up prepared to steal since she cant block*

*he starts dribbling more seriously, quickly maneuvering around her, taking three large steps with the ball, and then shoots a basket, and it goes in*

*she kinda huffs about that dislikes. But once he has the ball again she tries again, this time getting it and doing her UNDER THE LEGS MOVE AND SHOOTS*

*he turns around, a little in shock* That is not a legal move!

Hmmm *puts her finger to her chin very smug* I dont think it explicitly says in the rules that you're not allowed too. You use your height I'll use mine *VERY SMUG*

*he narrows his eyes* Fine, best 2 out of 3? Whoever gets this next shot wins, then

*SHES BEING COCKY NOW* Aw is the wittle princey calling it quits so soon? His fragile ego damaged? *bats her eyes teasingly*

*he narrows his eyes* Fine, best three out of five, then. *he starts dribbling the ball right from here he is, and it’s a long shot to his basket from there, but he’s pretty confident, so he goes for it, and somehow it actually goes in. he raises his eyebrows at her* Still think you’re gonna win?

*crosses her arms* That was luck. *goes to get the ball since shes closer*

Or just sheer skill. *he smirks a little*

*turns to face him just to roll her eyes and gets the ball. She then dribbles it back to the middle or something idk how basketball works*

*he follows her to the middle, standing in front of her, knees bent in that “ready” position idk wtf it’s called lmao*

*that position makes knees wide so she dribbles and goes to do her fast under the leg move again*

*he sees it coming this time, and takes a few steps back, keeps his arm in front of him to reach for the ball, which he gets, and then dribbles across to the the hoop he has to score in, taking the shot, and watching it go in again. he grabs the ball as it bounces back up, raising his brows at savannah* One more, or are you good? *he grins a little*

*huffs again and crosses her arm* Fine we'll call it at 3 to 1. But in my defense it's been awhile.

*he grins* Well, you’re always welcome to practice out here with me, if you want.

I can't tell if you're being taunting or not *rolls her eyes and walks up to him then holds out her hand to shake for the end of the game*

*he takes her hand and shakes, then gives her a genuine smile* No taunting. I mean it. I’d love to have someone new to play with.

I'll consider it then. I am getting slightly bored of your homes running path for exercise.

*smiles back even tho she doesnt wanna because it was a nice offer*

*he tilts his head from side to side* Yeah, the running trail through the gardens is kind of short. There are better ones /in/ Angeles, if you ever want to check them out

Not sure I'm allowed to just waltz on out of here, but I'd love the names of any you know. My grandmother lives near her so I'm sure I'll be visiting soon enough after this if not immediately so.

*he shrugs* I could also drive you sometime, if you want. I /do/ have a car.

*seems a bit surprised* You know how to drive?

*he furrows his brows* Of course! I got my license as soon as I was legally allowed to.

But its not like you need too? Don't you have like drivers?

*he looks a little confused and taken aback* I’m sure some exist, but why would I want someone else to drive me when I could be free and drive myself?

I'm not sure. I just know rich people, like for example my cousin *mumbles for a moment to find the phrasing* So my grandmother is in charge of the Mars Candy Corporation. My mom's older brother Nathaniel will be taking over it, his kids also my cousins all have drivers. They're like twenty something now but Jackson is always bragging about how he doesn't have to take the effort to drive himself places. I just assumed other people who could afford them would have them, especially busy people who could work instead of drive.

*he blinks* Wow, I never even would have considered that. *he shakes his head* No, I like driving. Being able to roll the windows down and blast the music...it’s like a few moments of freedom. *he shrugs, smiling a little sadly*

*she noticed the smile then something clicks* so freedom is your vice. You act out to feel free, thus the partying. You mentioned earlier the responsibility of being a prince being am influence on the partying. A lack of freedom makes sense. *she knows shes getting too personal but her curiosity and worry for the future gets the best of her* But what does that mean you're going to do when you're king? You'll have even less. How do you plan to maintain that restriction without bursting and needing freedom?

*he stiffens a little at her analysis because damn it’s spot on, but sighs towards the end* Getting as much out of life as I can now. I always knew what my future held for me. So I can plan accordingly. *he forces a small grin, trying to joke* Besides, with any luck, I’ll be old and almost out of energy by the time I’m king.

*furrows her eyebrows concerned* That doesn't work. *sighs* Believe me I'd know. But we aren't wired to run off memories. Instead we develop habits and coping mechanisms. Everyone snaps from time to time, you'll go back to what made you happy last. For you I assume that'll be partying. Which is something you can't do as king, and assuming it wont be till your old isn't right either, regardless of if that was a joke it's not something that you can lean on since millions of people could be relying on you and you'd be unprepared. You are going to be king, You are not going to have freedom, you are going to be under immense pressure and responsibility, honest answer, what are you going to do when you need to snap?

*he narrows his eyes at her, this time more out of irritation than anything else, and he’s a little sarcastic* Gee, thanks for the reminder. Though, for the record, I /haven’t/ partied since uni, and I have no plans to in the near future. So perhaps I’ll rely on my other coping mechanism, such as basketball, or taking a drive.

Yeah well it's the truth and uni wasn't that long ago. It's hard to break habits. I mean I partied like 4 times a month in undergrad and I still use it. That was forever ago but that's not how humans work. You're gonna lean on what you've leaned on. You're going to get shitfaced, you're going to want what you used to have, you're gonna idolize those times in uni and want them back. But you're not going to have it and it's going to be hard and shitty but you have to tough it out because of the country that relies on you and this is proving to me that you're not going to be a reliable King for the people who need you.  

[taeyangdyb]

Giving love a shot part 49

◇☆Jay’s Views☆◇

Normally I would know how to make her feel better, but right now I got nothing. I have one angry bride next to me, and I have no idea what to do or tell her.

Jae has a penthouse, that room is…. honestly I know it does not cost a penny.  Kicking off her heels  as soon as she walks in and throws herself on the bed

Jay: *lay next to her*

Like that she fell asleep. As much as I want to let her be, she can’t sleep with that corset or whatever she has on.

How tight was this thing on her? How did she even leave it on for that long?

Jay:*looking at all the red mark’s on her* that’s gotta hurt. *sigh* the things women go through.

After cleaning her up, changed her clothes now I’m just starring at her. I’m now married to Jaeha. Can you even believe this?

As creepy as it sounds I couldn’t get a lick of sleep. I spent the rest of the night reliving the night. Seeing her coming down the aisle, our vows, the I do’s, and best of all the lap dance.

Before I knew it, it was day, and it's  pouring rain like crazy. The worst part is that it doesn’t look like it's  going to stop…at all. I guess we were too busy with the whole wedding to focus  or care about anything  on the news.

While Jaeha still sleeping, I meet up with everyone down for breakfast.

Joon: where’s your other half?

Jay: pissed off, still sleeping

Jimin: why?

Jay: we were suppose to leave last night, but due to the weather we can't  fly to anywhere…at all, heck I don’t think we can even get out of this hotel.

Byul: that’s gotta be sucks

Yori: tell me about it, she already think that she has a curse.

Gray: good morning Byul

Byul: morning

Ailee: that's  the only person sitting here?

Gray: okay, good morning everyone

All: *stays quiet*

Yori: anyways

Mark: so what are we supposed  to do now?

Joon: it’s not like we can get out of place anyways, we live far from here.

Eric: I doubt  she’s coming out of her room.

Chacha: can’t you guys do anything?

Loco: yeah like cheer her up  or something

Jimin: I wouldn't  wanna be cheered up, I’d wanna get out of  here.

Simon: so that's  a no from you?

Jimin: yup,

Loco:*looks at Yori*

Yori: nope

Ailee: do not look at me sir Malone *swiping left and right on her phone*

Joon: that Mark’s job to tame the incredible Hulk

Mark: my job was over the second she said I do

Jay: riiight

Joon: try saying  that to her face

Yori: oh no

Eric: what?

Jimin: creep one and creep two

Simon: who?

Ailee: Jaeha’s cousin

Chacha: why’d you guys call them creep?

Yori: you’ll see as soon as they start  talking

Creep1: hello

*crickets sounds*

Jay: hey

I’m just gonna keep the peace.

Creep2: where’s Jaeha?

Jay: she’s sleeping

Creep 1:  what kind of wife still sleeping  at this time?

Creep2: shouldn’t she be up by now?

Jay: Jaeha had a long night, I rather her sleeping, hopefully she wakes up in a better mood.

Creep 2: I see

Even after a few minutes the tension is still high over here.

Creep1: so are you guys gonna have kids soon?

Jay: uh I’m not sure, we haven't  discuss this yet?

Creep1: discuss? You’re the guy, shouldn’t you have a say in this?

Jay: I do have a say, but that take two people. I’m not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to. Our relationship doesn’t work that way.

Gosh they are creepy. Where’s Jaejae?

*seconds later she walks down with both her parents*

Thank God…

Jae: good morning guys. *wearing a two piece soft pink jogger and a crop white shirt, pink and white Adidas*

Jay: good morning, feeling better?

Jae: *sitting next to him, and lean on his shoulder* mhhm *sigh* Why  is it still raining?

Mark: Jaeha I don’t think we’re going to leave this place anytime soon.

Eric: I guess we should just make the best of it.

Jae: it’s not like there’s anything to do here, is there?

Joon: well, there’s a Casino, like 5 restaurants, an indoor pool, bars, and many other stuff.

Jae: You know all of this how?

Joon: well..

Jae:*raise her brows*

Joon: I couldn’t sleep last night

Jae: *still looking at him*

Joon: shut up

Jae: exactly.

Jay: what do you want to eat?

Jae: what’s Good  here?

After We all eat, we all just went to walk around in the hotel. We live 5 hours from the hotel, it’s not like we can take the chance, if we get stuck, it’ll be worst might as well  stay here.

All the guests from the wedding  who were  staying for the night at the hotel  are still here. But I can’t help but to worry about Byul. Will she be okay if we’re stuck here for a week?, she’s paying for her room and her parent’s.

*walking around the hotel hand in hand*

Jay: babe?

Jae: mhm

Jay: you think Byul’s gonna be okay?  You know if we get stuck here for a week, this hotel is quite pricy.

Jae: I totally forgot about that, remind me to talk to her later.

Jay: are we going to talk about it?

Jae: talk about What? That you an I are both cursed? That nothing ever goes right for us no matter how hard we try? Yeah I rather not talk about it.

Jay: can you stop saying that?  We’re not cursed.

Jae: well how come things never goes right?

Jay: because nothing good in life comes easy, you should know this by now.

Jae: but why us? We’ve been struggling for too long. Can’t we at least get a break? Are we in some kind of forbidden love this of thing?

Jay:*smiles, pulls her close and kisses her temple* we’ll be fine. We always made it out, right?

Jae:*sigh* I know

Jay: we’re The Park’s, and we can make it out of anything.

Jae: you’re the cheesiest guy I’ve ever met in my life.

Jay: I know, let's go Mrs.Park.

With everyone  together, she tries her best to not kill the mood, but I know that she’s very disappointed.

Elo: so what are you going to do?

Jay: about what?

Elo: your honeymoon of course

Jay: What can we do? We're  all stuck here. We live five hours  from here, if we get stuck in the middle of a flood.

Simon: where’s the rain coming from anyways? Wasn’t everything fine all week? I didn’t anything  about weather change.

Gray: mother nature must be on her period.

Jae:*walks towards them* hey guys

All: Mrs.Park

Jae: oh boy.

Jay: what’s up?

Jae: nothing, just letting you know that I’m going up.

Jay: tired?

Jae: no, bored

Jay: I think being alone in a room won’t make it better.

Jae: I’m going up to read

Jay: book?

Jae: tablet

Jay: oh

Jae: yeah, so you guys have fun

Jay:  Jae I’m sorry -

Jae: babe I’m fine okay, I’m alright. I’ll see you later. *smiles at him*

Jay: okay *watches her walking in defeats*

*8hours later*

*Jae’s views*

I guess I fell asleep, looking outside it’s dark outside. Looking around, Jay’s on the couch on his phone.

Jae: *turns to her side and start starring at him*

So that’s how’s I’m spending my first week of marriage? Stuck in a hotel.

Jae:*stomach growls*

Oh right I’ve been up here since 1PM, I think I missed both lunch and dinner. Jay looks like he’s in peace, I’m just going to stay like this until he sleep-

Jae:*stomach groooooowls*

I’m dying here.

Jae:*closes her eyes as soon her turns  around*

Jay: hey are you awake?

Jae:….

Jay: I guess she’s still out

Jae:*GROWLS LOUDER* I’m starving

Jay: *lol* of course you are, you slept all day

Jae: why didnt you wake me up?

Jay: cause you specifically texted me and say “Do not wake me up”. Do you want me to order you something?

Jae: can we go try the restaurants downstairs?

Jay: if you want  to.

We went downstairs, we were finally able to be alone.

Jae: so what Now?

Jay: what do you mean?

Jae:*sigh* nothing

Jay: look I know that things aren’t going as you plan-

Jae: nothing ever does

Jay: anyway, maybe it happens for a reason. It’s not going to rain forever- *looks at Jae who’s distracted looking at a pregnant  couple with a toddler *

Jae: *looks at the family smiling*

I wonder if we’ll be like. Two girls would be good. Dressing up like mommy.

Jay:*taps the table* it’s not polite to stare

Jae: I know  but they’re just so cute. I wonder how she wear these flat? I really don’t think I can.

Jay: you will

Jae: have you seen my closet? I do not own a single pair of flats, or sandals. I wear heels, boots, and sneakers.

Jay: well when you are pregnant, I’m taking you shopping.

We stayed up late, just talking I guess. It’s not like there’s much to do. Maybe this isn’t bad after all, we stayed in a very luxurious  hotel, I guess it would’ve been worst of it was just the two of us.

*next morning*

Since it rained for two days straight, we didn’t bother close the windows. Waking up this morning, I feel like I was dying, with the heat on my face

Jae:*blink blink, gasp* sun? SUN? It’s sunny outside.*jumps on the bed*

Jay: please stop.

Jae: *still hopping on the bed*

Jay: YAH!! STOP

Jae:*falls on top of him*

Jay:*groans in pain*

Jae: come on wake up *drags him out of the bed*

Jay:*finds himself in the elevator half of sleep*

Meeting up at their reserved dinning room. I was so excited to get out of this hotel, I forget about how I was looking, everyone in there was looking decent.

All: *freezes and looks at them*

Joon: told you guys she was going to be happy.

Mark: a little too happy if you ask me. Look at how she dress.

I wasn’t scared until my eyes landed on my parents.

Jae:*hides behind Jay who’s still processing the situation* uhm, we stayed up late, and maybe had a bit too much to drink last night. I apologize for interrupting your breakfast. *backs away with her behind his back*

Despite what happened, I’m still in a great mood. Back to our room, Jaebum went straight to the bed. I’m gonna give him till I’m done getting ready.

*hour later*

◇~Jay’s views~ ◇

Jae:*walks out of the bathroom singing Jay’s Joah while getting dress*

Jay:*sitting down with his hand under his chin*

I really wish she would stop now.

Jae:*walks towards him* JOAH!!

Jay: babe can we please-

Jae: ALL I WANNA DOOOOOO IS KICK IT WITH YOUUUUU-

Jay:*covers her mouth*

Jae:*muffling*

Jay:*sigh* okay you win.

*2hours later*

We all simply got dress and get out of the hotel. Standing outsite its like a car show the vallet bringing out their cars.

Joon: hey Jaejae you driving?

Jae: yea

Joon: I’m ridding with you

Jae: why? Who did you come with?

Joon: we came with Jimin

Jae:  then go back with her

Eric: I’m not spending another, 6hours on the road

Joon: you’ll get us home in half of that.

Jae: okay then , I’ll just go talk to Jay for a second.

….

Jay: you’re not going to speed are you ?

Jae: can’t promise that

Jay: Jaeha-

Jae: I’ll be careful, B you want to ride with me? I have one more seat.

Byul: uhm as much as I wanna get home, I just ate and ridding with you is like a rollercoaster.

Jae: okay, Yori-

Yori: I know I know, i’ll make sure she get home okay.

Jae: well, we’ll see you guys home

Told everyone bye, and start my engine.

Jae: buckle up guys.

*2hrs and 45minutes later*

We made it to our city. Now I’m starving, I want to wait until the others get here, but I’m starving.

*In restaurant*

Joon: how was your first night of marriage?

Jae: depressing

Eric: horrible sex?

Jae: eww no, I slept

Mark: what?

Joon: what you mean you slept?

Jae: I was angry and I went straight to sleep the second I got in the room. I don’t even remember changing.

Eric: and the second-

Jae: look Jay and I had sex two or maybe three weeks before the wedding, if that's  what you guys are trying to ask.

Joon:  Jaeha

Jae: it was suck that I tried to prepare for the perfect weeding, but in the end, it rained.

Joon: maybe that was a good thing, have you ever had sex while its raining? That shit’s good

Eric: I’ll second that

Mark: yup.

Joon: sometime you have to try use a bad situation to your advantage 

Jae: thanks I’ll keep that in mind. Now I feel guilty.

Joon: Jay’s a good guy, most men would actually pester you until you get in the mood.

We waited for the other's  at the restaurant, I’m not sure how many appetizers we ate. I had a long lecture from all 3 of them, they’re like the best and worst brother you could ask for.

FInally the slow drivers made it. Everyone taking their seats.

Simon: how long  you guys been here?

Jae: 3-4 hours

Jay: you ate?

Jae: yeah I’m full

Jay: you sure?

Jae: positive.

Jay: okay

Of course I ended up eating his food. In my defense I had appetizer.

Jay: wanna get something for when we get home?

Jae: no

Jay: well this dessert was good, I’m taking one..

Eric: bruh?

Jay: you’re right, two of that.

Jae: I’m gonna go use the bathroom

Jay: babe

Jae: yea

Jay: do not stay in the bathroom for an hour

Jae: I won’t

*10minutes later*

*Jay’s views*

Loco: do they all had to go to the bathroom? How long does it take for them to pee? Or are they planning something?

Mark: they’re just talking in there

Joon: so when are you going back to work?

Jay: to the office? I don’t know.  Performing I also don’t know.  I might take a break. I don’t want to just leave her here.

Simon: can someone please, drag them out.

Joon: it’ll be my pleasure

Jay: not you, Mark please

Joon: sad you think Mark is better than me. Just letting you know that Mark and Eric is just the same as me. We just use different methods

Jay: what?

Joon: we’re all pervs. we all like a certain type, except  Eric, he just F*cks

Eric: excuse me? That’s you

Jay: so what type of girls do you guys date?

Eric: Mark likes cute girls, who are closet freaks….like him.

Mark:*raise his glass toasting*

Eric: Joon, like girls with big boobs, and and ass. He like spoil brats

Jay: and you?

Eric: me, *sigh* I don’t have a type.

Chacha: don’t you guys want to be in a relationship?

Jay: yeah, like be in love or something?

Joon: that’s my cue to leave.

Eric: already? We’re talk-

Mark: I’ll see you later man

Joon: tell Jaejae I’ll talk to her later. Later guys *walks out*

Jay: what?

Is there something we don’t know? 

*hours later at home*

Jay: hey, where do I park?

Jae: just hand the key inside they’ll park it.

Vallet parking at home? I can get  use to this.

Jay: so how does it look?

Jae: how does what look?

Jay: our room?

Jae: I don’t know, I never been in there.

Jay: why Not?

Jae:  it’s our room, why would I go in there alone?

Jay: awe *hold out his hand out* shall we Mrs. Park?

Jae:*takes his hands* we shall

It takes quite a few steps to get to the room. Open the door room fit for a royalty

Jae: woah

Jay: sweet *walks to his closet space, and checking every corner of the room*

Okay this room is thee shit, my closet is huge everything is fix neat, color coded. It’s a whole dressing room.

Jay: wait is there a radio?

Jae: yea, it’s a Bluetooth just connect your phone to it. It my sound in the whole room.

*Jae’s views*

Jae: I’ll be right back

Jay: where are you going?

Jae: gotta go check on my dog

Jay: okay hurry back

Jae: okay.

Going back to the room, before opening the door, I couldn’t hear anything…at all, but as I walk in there Park Jaebum had his music on, “Aquaman”

I think I have an idea, where this night is going. *grinches smile*