#trapezoid cushion

[thatssewcustom]

[wigglybunfish]

what's that window thing in western little houses called. the thing that's a little stuck-out nook with a wrapped-around window; half hexagon space with three glass walls? I've existed in one as a kid in a airbnb in D.C. and have been hung up on it since. One of my biggest dreams in life is to live in a house with that kind of thing. I want that space to have a trapezoid-shaped cushioned seating pushed up against it, I want to bring it squishy pillows and books and a mug of tea. I wanna make it so there's a curtain I can draw to create my little enclosed space but not without sunlight as a reading lamp. I'll eat breakfast in there and people watch and sketch the streets with the people I'm watching. do you see it

[blueiscoool]

The Eternal Pink

The cushion mixed-cut Fancy Vivid Purplish Pink diamond weighing 10.57 carats set as a ring, flanked by trapezoid-shaped diamonds, size 6½.

The Eternal Pink diamond sells for $34.8 million at Sothebys NewYork during the Magnificent Jewels Auction, setting a new world auction record for a Fancy Purplish-Pink diamond.

[truly-sincerely]

Dark Star Falling (8 of 9)

The room has marble walls with bronze embellishments lined with disorganized scroll racks. It is an unusual shape, not quite a trapezoid. Enver Gortash has never seen architecture quite like this. His best guess is Dwarvish.

“--I’m running along the outer ledge, trying to line up a shot on the Emperor when suddenly I am just horny as all get out.” He can hear Darling’s voice from the hallway outside, but all he can see in that direction is a sickly teal light.

A triangular table-like outcropping extends from the shortest wall and on it sits an embroidered cushion, and on top of that, a skull with all of the teeth removed except the very long, very pointed canines.

“Right that minute, in the middle of the fucking apocalypse, Haarlep is going at it in my body.”

Gortash looks down at himself and sees unfamiliar clothing but otherwise he seems to be fully intact. Of course the netherstone is gone.

“I’m sorry, darling,” that lilting, upper city voice replies.

“No, this is a funny story. I know you’ve got autonomy issues but it’s not as bad as that. I can still do things, it’s just kind of distracting. I get inappropriately horny in lots of situations unrelated to incubi.”

“I suppose that’s true. You are a freak,” he laughs.

Gortash sits up and immediately regrets it, but keeps going, swinging his legs over the side of the stone bed and overturning a metal tray with goblets and such.

“Anyway, that was when Gale hit him with a fireball and he went up like woomf, so–” Darling stops mid-sentence at the clatter.

“Have a nice chat, love.”

“Right. Yeah. You sure you don’t want to stick around?” Gortash doesn’t hear a response but Darling appears in the doorway alone. They don’t say anything as they walk to the table, pick up the skull, sit down on the pillow, and let the skull sit in their lap. Gortash feels lightheaded and nauseated, still trying to get his bearings.

“Where am I?” he croaks.

“The Tourmaline Depths, underneath the Szarr Palace,” Darling says, looking at him with an amount of concern that makes him deeply uncomfortable. They pick up a goblet from somewhere he can’t see, wiping it out with the hem of their shirt. “It’s been… about a day and a half.”

That’s right, he’d been in his office at Wyrm’s Rock Fortress. Darling had walked in the door with Minthara, a wizard with a Waterdhavian accent, and the high elf that had attended the coronation with them. The elf didn’t say anything during the meeting, but Gortash was confident that he was the owner of the upper city accent.

– – –

“It’s time I take matters into my own hands. We could have–”

Darling cuts in, “I’m gonna stop you right there. You need to hear this. I believe it’s too late to regain control of the brain.”

“Why in Bane’s name would I listen to anything you have to say? You destroyed my Steel Watch,” he’s trying to hide how much this hurts him personally, but the facade is cracking.

“They were controlled by tadpoles. When the brain breaks free it would’ve taken them with it. I couldn’t let that happen,” Darling pleads. They try not to sound like they’re pleading, but they aren’t sure if it’s working. Gortash starts to interrupt and Darling barrels over him, “I’m acting on your hypothesis, Enver. You voiced a concern to Ketheric that the energy of the Crown would cause the elder brain to metamorphose into something more difficult to control.”

“You couldn’t possibly know about that,” he says with uncertainty.

“Good ol’ Ketheric hid his private thoughts in the floorboards next to his thrice damned bed. When he wasn’t leaving them lying around for anyone to read, that is. He concluded that the solution was to consolidate the netherstones in a single wielder. You came to the same conclusion, tho your offer to share the stones with me was...” they trail off with a shrug.

“That’s precisely why I put the brain under the upper city.”

“Yes, I read your journal too. Something, something perfectly formed to concentrate the psionic force of the netherstones? And if we lose control it’ll be perfectly formed to concentrate the psionic force of a metamorphosed brain against us,” they pause, and glance back at their wizard. “I spoke to the brain at Moonrise. It knew my name. It called me kingmaker-returns-pawn (which would be a really good title for a ballad about me).”

“You’re not a pawn,” Gortash says, briefly forgetting that he’s furious with Darling.

“That’s not the point. It also said I made it–that I gave it everything. It’s blowing smoke up my skirt. I don’t like it. You should be deeply concerned that it has the will to screw with me. I didn’t ‘crawl back from my bloody disgrace’ by frolicking into traps (I’m usually the one who sets them) and I’m telling you that it’s hiding something.”

An awkward silence follows. Darling reaches towards him, but pauses and puts their hand back down at their side. His eyes dart around as he works the problem in his head. The wizard whispers something about trustworthiness in Darling’s ear.

“Faithful, to me,” Gortash commits to the decision, and the faithful all start advancing on Darling’s troupe. “I think I will hang your corpse in the Wide–the Archduke’s would-be assassin. The people will celebrate your fall, and my part in it. Your bones will be a souvenir of–”

– – –

And then nothing.

“That’s when Astarion shot you full of drow poison, Gale put you in a resilient sphere, we killed all of your guards, fed you a bunch of potions of sleep, Minthara (reluctantly) carried you, and we all jumped off the tower to a skiff we had waiting for us on the beach by Wyll’s old fishing spot,” Darling says, petting the skull in their lap as tho it’s a cat.

“So the brain has been destroyed,” he posits. “Or else you’re hiding in this moldering ruin from an army of mindflayers.”

“The first one, tho not before it turned all the tadpoles, so there are likely still hundreds of mindflayers wandering around the sword coast, but that’s not why we’re down here.”

“And you were right about its treachery?”

“About it being up to something? It gave me a whole monologue about sending you dreams so you’d put the astral prism into play which would give it the opportunity to rebel and there’s nothing I could do to stop it, et cetera, et cetera.”

Gortash puts his head in his hands. He was so sure he had covered all the angles but Darling being correct meant he’d failed months ago and had been digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself ever since. He can feel Bane’s disapproval like a fist clutching his heart and knows that if he died now he would be tortured for eternity for his failure. His cult is surely scattered, his holdings seized or destroyed, and his reputation obliterated. Darling could have killed him in Wyrm’s Rock. Should have killed him. He deserved death for such a complete and utter failure. What use is he to his god like this? Did he already know he had lost when he sic’d his guards on Darling?

Finally, looking up at Darling, he asks, “So what is this? What do you expect to happen here?”

Darling’s mouth shifts to the side and they say, “I was thinking we’d have a conversation that’ll become a fight that’ll become a fuck that’ll become an ultimatum.”

“I accept your premise but tell me the ultimatum now and I’ll answer it at the end,” he counter-offers with all the gravity of discussing lunch plans. 

“You have to renounce Bane,” Darling pauses, thinking. An ultimatum needs to come with consequences. Gortash waits for the rest, trying not to have an emotion about the beginning. “We can be whatever you want, but not in the name of a god, any god. If you insist on remaining with His cult then I’m going to turn you over to the Flaming Fist or the Watch–whatever’s left upstairs.”

“Whatever I want?”

Darling hesitates, realizing they’ve maybe left that clause a little too open-ended for someone who's spent as much time as Gortash has among devils. “I could add ‘within reason’, but what I’m hoping for is that, if you want to be with me, you’ll want something that’s compatible with what I want.”

He opens his mouth and then closes it again, frowns, and looks away thoughtfully. “I assume the tadpole is gone already and you have your elf… I don’t know what you want beyond that. I suppose that’s what the conversation is meant to be about.”

Darling is taken aback that he remembered what they had said on their first (no, second) visit almost a tenday ago. He always gives the impression that he’s only barely listening for what he wants to hear. But still, he’s so subdued. He had tried to kill them. Maybe destroying the steel watch really was too much of a betrayal. “Assuming you even want me, that is," Darling says, hesitantly.

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[faerytaleonfire]

Whichever Ikea designer decided zippers on the covers for trapezoidal couch cushions belong on the short edge was profoundly incorrect and also a dick

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Description copied from below the cut for accessibility

[image description: a 4 picture long wheelchair tutorial. the background is white and the text, when it appears, is black and in calibri. each step will be labeled with "Step #" and a description of the drawing next to it, and "text" and then the text that is written to explain it to follow.

Step one text: So, you want to draw a character who uses a manual wheelchair? Awesome! I can't approve more. Drawing characters who use wheelchairs is a bit different than drawing standing characters, because of obvious posing differences. But to start, you need to know what parts of a wheelchair you will draw. So, without further ado, here are 3 wheelchairs!

Step one image: a simplified drawing of a chubby woman sitting in a quickie GPV manual wheelchair and resting her hand on the handrim of one of the wheels. this is labeled "the artist"

step two: next there is a lineart drawing of three wheelchairs. one is a tilite TR series 3. this is an ultralight wheelchair with a bucket seat (the back is lower than the front), a big cushion and a short backrest that kind of contours to the back of the person who would sit in it. the caster wheels (front wheels) are very small and the footrest is just two little metal bars. next image is a quickie GPV. this is also an ultralight wheelchair with a low back, but its caster wheels are slightly larger, the back has regular upholstery (it does not look like it was made to conform to the back of the person who sits there) and the frame is boxier -- there is no bar underneath the seat where the wheels would attach, rather each wheel is attached to the side of the chair. the next wheelchair is an invacare tracer. it is how most people imagine wheelchairs when they hear 'wheelchair'. it has no cushion and it has a high backrest with handles. it has high armrests that would be comfortable to rest your elbows on if you were just sitting. the wheels are not bicycle wheels like the previous two but are rather plastic. it has big footrests and big caster wheels.

text: the wheelchairs on the left are the ultralight, sporty kind. I have one of them (the quickie). the one on the right is a more standard one you might find in hospitals or as the public wheelchair in grocery stores or the mall.

step three: first is text to accompany the tilite. "This wheelchair has a really thick cushion - it's pressure relieving, which you need if you use your chair ufll tiem and especially if you have a spinal cord injury. This wc has the smallest caster (front) wheels. They are hte most handy for turning in small circles." next there is text to accompany the quickie gpv: "This one has the one I use -- it isn't pressure relieving, but is still useful." next is text to accompany the invacare: "this wheelchair has no cushion - you do not want to sit on it for long. This one has the biggest caster wheels - they are useful for not 'tripping' when your front wheel gets caught on an obstacle.”

step four text: like with all complex drawings, you want to break it into simple shapes first. I normally have a box underneath the seat, a rectangle for the backrest, and a trapezoidal thing for hte area from the box to the footrest. these are the most important shapes, because your character will rest on them and they will move with your character.

step four image: the lineart of each wheelchair has been put on reduced opacity, so we can see the square representing the backrest of each seat (the square is the smallest for the tilite and biggest for the invacare), the box for each seat and area underneath it, and the trapezoid for the footrests. the next step labels the images of these simplified shapes as the lineart is removed. "Note the proportions of each set of shapes is not the same - just like how you wouldn't draw all your characters with the same proportions on their faces!"

step 5: we see the same shapes to form the wheelchair, but now with blue circles drawn where the back wheels would be.

text: next shape is the wheels - two circles

step six: next we see the wheels and shapes have been reduced in opacity and the basic structure of everything about each wheelchair: footrests, caster wheels, upholstery details, axles has been drawn on in orange.

text: the next stage is everything else that's structure - front wheels, handlebars, cushions, footrests.

Step seven: we see the lineart on top of the lowered opacity sketch.

text: you can then do detailing like axles, spokes, upholstery, etc and lines

step eight: next we see three drawings of different characters. there is patience, a skinny white woman sitting in a blue invacare wheelchair. kelley, a slightly chubby black woman wearing a stripey dress sitting in a red quickie gpv wheelchair and doing a wheelie while smiling. then luke, a white man with short blond hair wearing khaki pants. he is sitting in a tilite chair.

text: once you get your wheelchair basics, you need to find out which kind your character uses. here are three characters who each use one of the example WCs. patience uses the invacare. she needs one with a better cushion, but circumstance prevents it. Notice the chair is a bit wider than her hips - it's not custom fitted. Also notice she has to turn her elbows out awkwardly to move. the high armrests prevent a smooth push. her wheelchair has big caster wheels and far-back back wheels. it is made for stability and difficult to turn,but also difficult to knock over. Her chair indicates a lack of resources or temporary injury, and is primarily a transport chair

kelley uses a wheelchair like mine - it is fairly sporty, but has a box-y frame underneath. this makes it heaver than if it didn't.she has a mediocre cushion - it protects her, but only some. her back wheels are further underneath her body than Patience's, which makes it possible to do the wheelie (demonstrated here). her wheelchair is supposed to look line one you'd use full time, but it is a little old.

luke has a spinal cord injury. he has a very thick pressure relieving cushion for medical reasons. his chair is also ultralight, with no boxyness under the frame. his chair is the newest and lightest - it indicates his wealth/resources, but also that he needs to use on full time.

step nine: just a drawing of me sitting in my wheelchair holding my hands up to show fingerless wheelchair gloves. we're looking at me from above.

text: when you're choosing what wheelchair to give your character, think of both their disability and their resources and go from there. questions to ask yourself: is it made specifically for them or is it mass-produced or a hand-me-down (if it's custom, the seat will not be too wide or narrow in comparison to their body and their feet will rest on the footplate naturally). do they want more stability (further back back wheels, big caster wheels) or maneuverability (the inverse). do they need a pressure relieving cushion? how long are they using their wheelchair per day? how long have they needed a wheelchair? Do they have health insurance? do they have access to a lot of spending money? How much can they spend on their wheelchair? are they athletic etc etc

posing steps:

step one: a sketch of two people standing up. one just shows the outline of a person's body, with legs that are ind of triangle shaped, the other shows a sketched pelvis and rib cage to go along with the bones of the legs and arm. text: step one: Most people have this sketch anatomy they put before drawing their characters for real. I kind of scribble around like on the left, but some people use skeletons on the right.

step two: there are now too sketched pictures of people in wheelchairs. one shows lightly traced human form (arms articulated, curve for a stomach, legs that are kind of triangle shaped and pointing down) sitting in a wheelchair that is just the sketch of footrests and wheels. the other sketch shows the sketch of a body with a circle for hips and an oval for a rib cage and the person doing a wheelie (lifting the front end of the wheelchair off the ground and leaning back). their wheelchair is also sketched out and defined by a circle for their wheels and 2 lines, 1 of the seat and 1 for the backrest. text: you need one of those for your wheelchair character. important: they should have both the person's main anatomy features (Usually upper body and at least hips) and the wheelchair's. for me, these are the back wheels, footrest, and seat. why simplify to just those features? Take a look at this incredibly quickly drawn wheelchair.

step three: there is a lineart drawing of a manual wheelchair with slightly cambered (angled towards the seat) wheels, a backrest, and a footrest. the frame is light and there are no handlebars. there are labels pointing to different parts of the wheelchair: Backrest, handrims, wheel, axle, seat, footrest, and caster wheels (the ones in front). text: there are a lot of parts, and not all of them are essential to your pose. trying to draw the whole thing straight out of the gate will frustrate you.'

step four text: take a character in heavy armor: if you draw her pose without taking her armor into account, her armor will clip through her body. if you draw a wheelchair using character without keeping her wheelchair in mind from the beginning, the pose won't make sense.

step four image: next we see two lineart drawings of different characters. one is a bulky woman wearing plate armor. her hand is on her hip and she is trying to scratch her back with the other hand. there is the label "shoudlerpad clips through face" and "thumb clips through chestplate." the next drawing shows a woman in a wheelchair with one foot rested on her knee and her arms rested back, such that they would be rested on the back of a regular chair, but the back of her wheelchair is not wide enough for them to actually be resting on anything. the text here reads "elbows not resting on anything" and "foot not on footplate"

step five: there are two images, one is lineart on top of a 3d modelled apartment with sketchup, the other is a colored in version of that lineart with the background also colored in and no longer a 3d modelled screencap two characters, one old woman wearing a green jacket and one younger woman wearing a white shirt and blue undershirt, are sitting on a couch. the old woman is leaning forward and the young woman is resting her arm on the couch. behind the young woman is a bookshelf.

step five text: you may say you'll just draw the chair first and then the person, but while that works for regular furniture, it doesn't work as well for most manual wcs. take this comic panel with characters on a couch for example - I 3d modeled the room and then drew the characters on the furniture. it works because you don't move furniture in most poses - you rest on it. but your wheelchair needs to move with you, especially if it's an ultralight one.

step six image: there is a flat color drawing of barbara gordon in her wheelchair. she is wearing a black sportsbra and black shorts. in the first image we see she is doing tricks in her chair, zooming through the air (as if she has just launched herself off the ground in a skater park or somethign) while her left hand is resting on a structure and her right hand is heading towards the right handrim. the next image shows her right hand planted on the ground and her chair and body above her, such that she is briefly doing a one-handed handstand, but the motion line indicates that she is moving and this will not last. her left arm is near the handrim of her left wheel.

text: take exercise Oracle - she is doing tricks. Her WC is an extension of her body. That is crucial to getting natural looking manual wheelchair users after posing.

step seven: we see a lineart drawing of paula from young justice. she is sitting in a standard manual wheelchair with high armrests (goes up to the bottom of her ribs probably) and a high backrest (goes up to just below her shoulderblades). she is setting her hand on the armrest, leaning forward, and holding her other hand out.

text: of course, there are exceptions - if you have a clunky WC, it is harder to move with your body. Take Paula from young Justice - here, i drew her resting her hand on her armrest, because she has a clunker wheelchair. her pose is already mostly static - she's sitting down - and she poses around that.

Manual Wheelchair Tutorial by Fade31415

So... I technically drew this 3 years ago but forgot to post it. I think I was going to clean up the end and make a nice recap, but I ran out of steam and then just left it as a wip for years. I got reminded of it because I was talking to a friend about how to draw wheelchairs today.

This covers most of what I view as the most common errors when it comes to drawing characters who use manual wheelchairs. I hope it helps you a lot.

Image description is in alt text, but there is a back up image description under the cut in case that does not work for some reason

[image description: a 4 picture long wheelchair tutorial. the background is white and the text, when it appears, is black and in calibri. each step will be labeled with "Step #" and a description of the drawing next to it, and "text" and then the text that is written to explain it to follow.

Step one text: So, you want to draw a character who uses a manual wheelchair? Awesome! I can't approve more. Drawing characters who use wheelchairs is a bit different than drawing standing characters, because of obvious posing differences. But to start, you need to know what parts of a wheelchair you will draw. So, without further ado, here are 3 wheelchairs!

Step one image: a simplified drawing of a chubby woman sitting in a quickie GPV manual wheelchair and resting her hand on the handrim of one of the wheels. this is labeled "the artist"

step two: next there is a lineart drawing of three wheelchairs. one is a tilite TR series 3. this is an ultralight wheelchair with a bucket seat (the back is lower than the front), a big cushion and a short backrest that kind of contours to the back of the person who would sit in it. the caster wheels (front wheels) are very small and the footrest is just two little metal bars. next image is a quickie GPV. this is also an ultralight wheelchair with a low back, but its caster wheels are slightly larger, the back has regular upholstery (it does not look like it was made to conform to the back of the person who sits there) and the frame is boxier -- there is no bar underneath the seat where the wheels would attach, rather each wheel is attached to the side of the chair. the next wheelchair is an invacare tracer. it is how most people imagine wheelchairs when they hear 'wheelchair'. it has no cushion and it has a high backrest with handles. it has high armrests that would be comfortable to rest your elbows on if you were just sitting. the wheels are not bicycle wheels like the previous two but are rather plastic. it has big footrests and big caster wheels.

text: the wheelchairs on the left are the ultralight, sporty kind. I have one of them (the quickie). the one on the right is a more standard one you might find in hospitals or as the public wheelchair in grocery stores or the mall.

step three: first is text to accompany the tilite. "This wheelchair has a really thick cushion - it's pressure relieving, which you need if you use your chair ufll tiem and especially if you have a spinal cord injury. This wc has the smallest caster (front) wheels. They are hte most handy for turning in small circles." next there is text to accompany the quickie gpv: "This one has the one I use -- it isn't pressure relieving, but is still useful." next is text to accompany the invacare: "this wheelchair has no cushion - you do not want to sit on it for long. This one has the biggest caster wheels - they are useful for not 'tripping' when your front wheel gets caught on an obstacle.”

step four text: like with all complex drawings, you want to break it into simple shapes first. I normally have a box underneath the seat, a rectangle for the backrest, and a trapezoidal thing for hte area from the box to the footrest. these are the most important shapes, because your character will rest on them and they will move with your character.

step four image: the lineart of each wheelchair has been put on reduced opacity, so we can see the square representing the backrest of each seat (the square is the smallest for the tilite and biggest for the invacare), the box for each seat and area underneath it, and the trapezoid for the footrests. the next step labels the images of these simplified shapes as the lineart is removed. "Note the proportions of each set of shapes is not the same - just like how you wouldn't draw all your characters with the same proportions on their faces!"

step 5: we see the same shapes to form the wheelchair, but now with blue circles drawn where the back wheels would be.

text: next shape is the wheels - two circles

step six: next we see the wheels and shapes have been reduced in opacity and the basic structure of everything about each wheelchair: footrests, caster wheels, upholstery details, axles has been drawn on in orange.

text: the next stage is everything else that's structure - front wheels, handlebars, cushions, footrests.

Step seven: we see the lineart on top of the lowered opacity sketch.

text: you can then do detailing like axles, spokes, upholstery, etc and lines

step eight: next we see three drawings of different characters. there is patience, a skinny white woman sitting in a blue invacare wheelchair. kelley, a slightly chubby black woman wearing a stripey dress sitting in a red quickie gpv wheelchair and doing a wheelie while smiling. then luke, a white man with short blond hair wearing khaki pants. he is sitting in a tilite chair.

text: once you get your wheelchair basics, you need to find out which kind your character uses. here are three characters who each use one of the example WCs. patience uses the invacare. she needs one with a better cushion, but circumstance prevents it. Notice the chair is a bit wider than her hips - it's not custom fitted. Also notice she has to turn her elbows out awkwardly to move. the high armrests prevent a smooth push. her wheelchair has big caster wheels and far-back back wheels. it is made for stability and difficult to turn,but also difficult to knock over. Her chair indicates a lack of resources or temporary injury, and is primarily a transport chair

kelley uses a wheelchair like mine - it is fairly sporty, but has a box-y frame underneath. this makes it heaver than if it didn't.she has a mediocre cushion - it protects her, but only some. her back wheels are further underneath her body than Patience's, which makes it possible to do the wheelie (demonstrated here). her wheelchair is supposed to look line one you'd use full time, but it is a little old.

luke has a spinal cord injury. he has a very thick pressure relieving cushion for medical reasons. his chair is also ultralight, with no boxyness under the frame. his chair is the newest and lightest - it indicates his wealth/resources, but also that he needs to use on full time.

step nine: just a drawing of me sitting in my wheelchair holding my hands up to show fingerless wheelchair gloves. we're looking at me from above.

text: when you're choosing what wheelchair to give your character, think of both their disability and their resources and go from there. questions to ask yourself: is it made specifically for them or is it mass-produced or a hand-me-down (if it's custom, the seat will not be too wide or narrow in comparison to their body and their feet will rest on the footplate naturally). do they want more stability (further back back wheels, big caster wheels) or maneuverability (the inverse). do they need a pressure relieving cushion? how long are they using their wheelchair per day? how long have they needed a wheelchair? Do they have health insurance? do they have access to a lot of spending money? How much can they spend on their wheelchair? are they athletic etc etc

posing steps:

step one: a sketch of two people standing up. one just shows the outline of a person's body, with legs that are ind of triangle shaped, the other shows a sketched pelvis and rib cage to go along with the bones of the legs and arm. text: step one: Most people have this sketch anatomy they put before drawing their characters for real. I kind of scribble around like on the left, but some people use skeletons on the right.

step two: there are now too sketched pictures of people in wheelchairs. one shows lightly traced human form (arms articulated, curve for a stomach, legs that are kind of triangle shaped and pointing down) sitting in a wheelchair that is just the sketch of footrests and wheels. the other sketch shows the sketch of a body with a circle for hips and an oval for a rib cage and the person doing a wheelie (lifting the front end of the wheelchair off the ground and leaning back). their wheelchair is also sketched out and defined by a circle for their wheels and 2 lines, 1 of the seat and 1 for the backrest. text: you need one of those for your wheelchair character. important: they should have both the person's main anatomy features (Usually upper body and at least hips) and the wheelchair's. for me, these are the back wheels, footrest, and seat. why simplify to just those features? Take a look at this incredibly quickly drawn wheelchair.

step three: there is a lineart drawing of a manual wheelchair with slightly cambered (angled towards the seat) wheels, a backrest, and a footrest. the frame is light and there are no handlebars. there are labels pointing to different parts of the wheelchair: Backrest, handrims, wheel, axle, seat, footrest, and caster wheels (the ones in front). text: there are a lot of parts, and not all of them are essential to your pose. trying to draw the whole thing straight out of the gate will frustrate you.'

step four text: take a character in heavy armor: if you draw her pose without taking her armor into account, her armor will clip through her body. if you draw a wheelchair using character without keeping her wheelchair in mind from the beginning, the pose won't make sense.

step four image: next we see two lineart drawings of different characters. one is a bulky woman wearing plate armor. her hand is on her hip and she is trying to scratch her back with the other hand. there is the label "shoudlerpad clips through face" and "thumb clips through chestplate." the next drawing shows a woman in a wheelchair with one foot rested on her knee and her arms rested back, such that they would be rested on the back of a regular chair, but the back of her wheelchair is not wide enough for them to actually be resting on anything. the text here reads "elbows not resting on anything" and "foot not on footplate"

step five: there are two images, one is lineart on top of a 3d modelled apartment with sketchup, the other is a colored in version of that lineart with the background also colored in and no longer a 3d modelled screencap two characters, one old woman wearing a green jacket and one younger woman wearing a white shirt and blue undershirt, are sitting on a couch. the old woman is leaning forward and the young woman is resting her arm on the couch. behind the young woman is a bookshelf.

step five text: you may say you'll just draw the chair first and then the person, but while that works for regular furniture, it doesn't work as well for most manual wcs. take this comic panel with characters on a couch for example - I 3d modeled the room and then drew the characters on the furniture. it works because you don't move furniture in most poses - you rest on it. but your wheelchair needs to move with you, especially if it's an ultralight one.

step six image: there is a flat color drawing of barbara gordon in her wheelchair. she is wearing a black sportsbra and black shorts. in the first image we see she is doing tricks in her chair, zooming through the air (as if she has just launched herself off the ground in a skater park or somethign) while her left hand is resting on a structure and her right hand is heading towards the right handrim. the next image shows her right hand planted on the ground and her chair and body above her, such that she is briefly doing a one-handed handstand, but the motion line indicates that she is moving and this will not last. her left arm is near the handrim of her left wheel.

text: take exercise Oracle - she is doing tricks. Her WC is an extension of her body. That is crucial to getting natural looking manual wheelchair users after posing.

step seven: we see a lineart drawing of paula from young justice. she is sitting in a standard manual wheelchair with high armrests (goes up to the bottom of her ribs probably) and a high backrest (goes up to just below her shoulderblades). she is setting her hand on the armrest, leaning forward, and holding her other hand out.

text: of course, there are exceptions - if you have a clunky WC, it is harder to move with your body. Take Paula from young Justice - here, i drew her resting her hand on her armrest, because she has a clunker wheelchair. her pose is already mostly static - she's sitting down - and she poses around that.

[thecushionart]

Discover Comfort and Style with Customized Cushion Shapes

When it comes to creating a cozy and visually appealing living space, cushions play an essential role. Whether you are looking to enhance the comfort of your outdoor furniture or add a personalized touch to your indoor décor, having a wide range of cushion shapes available can make a big difference. From standard to bespoke shapes, customized cushions not only add style but also support relaxation.

Why Choose Customized Cushion Shapes?

The shape of a cushion can significantly affect both the aesthetics and comfort of your seating arrangements. While traditional square or rectangular cushions are popular choices, customized Cushion Shapes allow you to tailor your seating to fit your personal style and specific space requirements. A variety of cushion shapes, including round, L-shaped, T-shaped, trapezoid, and bench cushions, are available to meet the varying demands of different spaces.

Customized cushions not only add unique style but also provide functional benefits. For instance, L-shaped cushions fit perfectly on sectional sofas or outdoor benches, ensuring maximum comfort. Round cushions, on the other hand, are ideal for adding a playful or elegant touch to smaller spaces like window seats or dining chairs.

Premium Materials and Craftsmanship

What sets high-quality cushions apart is the choice of materials used to craft them. Premium, durable fabrics are used to create cushions that can withstand both indoor and outdoor environments. Many cushions are made with high-density foam and fiberfill, ensuring they maintain their shape while offering superior comfort. Whether you are looking for UV-resistant outdoor cushions or soft, plush indoor cushions, you can find options tailored to your needs.

Cushion Shapes to Transform Your Space

There are a variety of cushion shapes to suit specific preferences:

L-Shaped Cushions: Perfect for sectional sofas, outdoor benches, or custom furniture.

Round Cushions: Great for adding an accent to dining chairs, ottomans, or casual seating areas.

T-Shaped Cushions: Ideal for fitting over seating areas with armrests or uniquely shaped furniture.

Trapezoid Cushions: Designed for specific bench shapes or angled seating areas, providing a snug and secure fit.

Bench Cushions: Available in various lengths and depths to enhance the comfort of your indoor or outdoor benches.

Customization Options for a Perfect Fit

One of the key benefits of customized cushions is the ability to tailor them to meet your exact specifications. Whether you need a specific size, shape, or material, you can ensure a perfect fit for your furniture. Choose from a wide range of fabrics, colors, and patterns to create a look that complements your overall design vision.

For outdoor use, there are weather-resistant and fade-resistant materials available to ensure your cushions remain vibrant and comfortable season after season.

Create Your Ideal Seating Experience

The goal of customizing cushion shapes is to help create a personalized and comfortable seating experience. Whether you're upgrading your home’s interior with chic custom cushions or refreshing your outdoor seating area, the right selection of cushion shapes and fabrics ensures you’ll find the perfect solution.

[billiardgods]

(TML) Table Map Library - Q1 to C9

For information on the Table Map Library, how it works and how the information was researched - read "Table Map Library - Introduction"

CB location (Q1), Target Diamond (C9)

10:30 Analysis

It's worth remembering that 2-rail reverse spin shots help make the path off the 2nd rail closer to parallel to the line to the first rail. Consider reverse spin for other similar situations.

12:00 Analysis

Similar to the "round-the-world" shot - but further down the cushion, this is a good way to reach a big ball in that corner. Notice that is also passes right through the foot spot - in case the target ball is on that line.

1:30 Analysis

The corner pattern just doesn't change much, even though the cue ball is moving with running English. The angle off the 2nd and 3rd rail are opened up - but cancel out when the ball comes into the corner. Also note, the cue ball does travel to the opposite diagonal corner, so any big ball there is easy to reach.

Other Sized Tables

For 8 foot tables, the same type of pattern requires about 1-1/4 tips out from center to get the paths shown. For 7 foot tables, 1-1/2 tip out from center is necessary to follow the pattern. The distances on small tables are less, so when the cue ball travels around in a trapezoid pattern, the rail contacts are more distorted.

Play with the Online Version.

Click here to play with the online Table Map Library.

Purchase and download - the download file works only with Internet Explorer. It is not functional with Chrome, Firefox, or Edge.

(TML) Table Map Library - Q1 to C9 was originally published on Billiard Gods

[as-enterprises]

Precision Vertical Saw Machine for Block Trimming

Flexible polyurethane foam serves as a versatile cushioning material, indispensable in various applications such as mattresses, furniture, automotive interiors, packaging, and carpet underlays. To shape this foam effectively, the right equipment is paramount.

With over 30 years of experience in the PU foam industry, ASE stands as a premier manufacturer of PU foam cutting equipment, offering comprehensive solutions for your cutting tool needs.

Our vertical foam cutting machines provide a reliable and adaptable method for precision foam cutting, ideal for transforming large foam blocks into precise shapes, slices, or blocks. These machines come in various models, guaranteeing cutting accuracy within +/-2 mm.

When it comes to vertical foam cutting, we cater to both large-scale and small-scale operations. Large-scale applications involve slab stock cutting, with one type of machine featuring a floor-to-ceiling blade for transverse cuts, and the other featuring a horizontal blade for longitudinal cuts.

In small-scale scenarios, our vertical cutting machines can be converted into angle-cutting devices, allowing for angular cuts, be it triangles, trapezoids, or other shapes. With ASE's expertise and equipment, you have the perfect solution for all your PU foam cutting requirements.

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[kanewilliamsonei]

Transform Your Home With These 9 Stunning Modern Window Design Ideas

Windows are more than just functional elements in a home; they are also opportunities to infuse your living spaces with style, personality, and natural light. Modern window designs can elevate the aesthetics of your home while enhancing its functionality. In this article, we will explore nine stunning modern window design ideas that can transform your living space. Whether you're in Navi Mumbai or anywhere else, these ideas can be customized with the help of an interior designer in Navi Mumbai to suit your unique style and preferences.

Floor-to-Ceiling Windows

Floor-to-ceiling windows create a dramatic visual impact and flood your space with natural light. In Navi Mumbai's urban landscape, this design choice can provide breathtaking views of the surrounding cityscape or the serene natural beauty of the region. An interior designer in Navi Mumbai can help you integrate these windows seamlessly into your home's design.

Bay Windows with Window Seats

Bay windows not only add architectural interest to a room but also offer cozy nooks with built-in window seats. These spaces are perfect for reading, relaxing, or simply enjoying the view. Customize the upholstery and cushions to match your interior decor.

Corner Windows

Corner windows are a contemporary design choice that brings the outdoors in. They create a sense of openness and allow for uninterrupted panoramic views of the surroundings. In Navi Mumbai, where greenery abounds, this design can be especially captivating.

Sliding Glass Doors

Sliding glass doors seamlessly connect your indoor and outdoor spaces. They are a fantastic way to blur the boundaries between your living room and a garden or patio. Consider large, energy-efficient sliding doors to maximize both aesthetics and functionality.

Clerestory Windows

Clerestory windows are a unique design element where small, horizontal windows are placed high on a wall. They bring in soft, diffused light while maintaining privacy. In Navi Mumbai, where privacy can be a concern in densely populated areas, clerestory windows offer a stylish solution.

Arched Windows

Arched windows add a touch of elegance and sophistication to any space. Whether you have a traditional or contemporary home, arched windows can be customized to suit your style. They are particularly charming when paired with custom draperies or blinds.

Skylights

Skylights are a fantastic way to introduce natural light into spaces that might not have access to traditional windows. They work exceptionally well in bathrooms, walk-in closets, and hallways. In Navi Mumbai's sunny climate, skylights can help reduce the need for artificial lighting.

Geometric Windows

Experiment with geometric window shapes like hexagons, octagons, or trapezoids to add a playful and artistic element to your interiors. These unique shapes can be incorporated into various rooms to create focal points.

Stained Glass Windows

Stained glass windows are a timeless design choice that adds color and character to your home. They can be customized to reflect your personal tastes and can be used in various settings, from entryways to kitchen cabinets.

Modern window designs have the power to transform your home into a visually stunning and functionally efficient space. In Navi Mumbai, with its diverse architectural landscape and natural beauty, the role of an interior designer in Navi Mumbai is invaluable when implementing these window design ideas. They can help you select the right window styles, materials, and finishes that align with your home's aesthetics and the surrounding environment. By incorporating these window design ideas, you can create a home that is not only filled with natural light but also reflects your unique style and complements the beautiful city of Navi Mumbai.

[craftandkar]

Exploring Pillow Covers - An Inexpensive Way to Spice Up a Room

Changing one's interior color design can be inexpensive, enabling a unique style that will not be duplicated anywhere else. By adding a splash of color or a creative pattern with pillow covers and custom slipcovers, one can make any room bloom with vibrancy. Buy Woven Pillow Cover that come in a variety of designs, textures, and colors that are sure to please even the most selective, economical individuals.

Low Budget Items That Can Transform Any Room

When individuals decide to change the look and feel of their residences, they generally consider what they want and then decide on the amount of money they have to spend. In a sluggish economy, disposable income is limited. Buy Woven Pillow Cover that offer a lovely alternative to spending too much money on enhancing your home's interior. They will fit in any house, apartment, or college dorm room, and are an efficient, cost-effective method to change the tone of any room. Pillow covers are made to fit the pillows one already owns. All the buyer needs to furnish are the pillow's dimensions. Then they choose their preferred color or pattern and the manufacturer does everything else. They are available in square, rectangular, T-cushion, diamond, and trapezoid contours, and come with a concealed zipper for easy removal.

Pillow covers are great for throw pillows, floor cushions, crib mattresses, or pet bed covers. All one needs to do is choose the fabric, design, and colors they want to incorporate into their existent home décor. One example might be in choosing a material made for high traffic areas such as patios, dining room chair covers, or pillows for the always-occupied family room. Some varieties available include those with a floral design on a sepia background with accents in green, Tuscan red and beige. The fabric is comprised of 100% cotton duck and is machine washable. Another excellent choice for high traffic areas could be a pattern which features shapes and angles that are combined in a contiguous abstract synergy with bands of sage, pale taupe, and dual-tone cordovan brown woven into a textured jacquard pattern. Interspersed in this design are elements of khaki, olive green, sand dune brown, and ecru. Made of 50% cotton, 50% polyester, this fabric is soft to the touch, durable, and machine washable.

Helping Worn Furniture Look New Again

While pillow covers can add extra dimensions to a room, if worn fabric on existing furniture is an issue, one might want to consider custom slipcovers as an alternative to the expensive reupholster option or the even more expensive furniture replacement option. Custom slipcovers will change a room's personality without requiring that a great deal of 'hard-earned money is spent. They are made especially for cushions that have a box corner appearance and corner thickness, and are custom made to fit your furniture's length, width, and height. Even those hard to find T-shaped cushions can have cushion covers made exclusively for them.

One may not always want to change their entire color pattern, but may just want to spruce up worn cushions or add a subtle touch to their existing style. For earth tone decor, a custom slipcover can be chosen made of tapestry fabric which features a Moroccan theme in rich colors of burgundy, tan, green, and a touch of black. It will add elegance to any room and is made of durable cotton/polyester fabric and is machine washable. If one just wants to add a lighter touch to any room, there are classically styled varieties of woven canvas with a warm, off-white natural color. Soft to the touch yet extremely durable, this fabric adds warmth and comfort to any home, coordinating easily with other patterns.

[wikipedia-chair-article]

Types of chairs

A rocking chair

A wide variety of chairs have emerged throughout the ages, some based on formal usages, and others based on domestic needs, and some based on needs within the workplace or various professions.

Office chair

Main article: Office chair

An office chair is one used by employees within an office. Modern office chairs are usually adjustable and wheeled. Caster wheels are attached to the feet of chairs to give more mobility.

Dining room chair

A dining room chair is a specific type of design, used around a dining room table. It can be found in most ordinary residential homes, and also may appear in formal settings, such as any formal event or reception that includes a formal meal or banquet.

Work chair

A work chair is a specialized chair, adapted to the needs of a particular profession or setting. For example, a designing chair will be used for designers who sit at high easels; it will usually have added height.

Rocking chair

Some chairs have two curved bands of wood (also known as rockers) attached to the bottom of the legs. They are called rocking chairs.

Kneeling chair

Kneeling chair

A kneeling chair adds an additional body part, the knees, to support the weight of the body. A sit-stand chair distributes most of the weight of the occupant to the feet. Many chairs are padded or have cushions. Padding can be on the seat of the chair only, on the seat and back, or also on any arm rests or foot rest the chair may have. Padding will not shift the weight to different parts of the body (unless the chair is so soft that the shape is altered). However, padding does distribute the weight by increasing the area of contact between the chair and the body, and thus reducing the amount of pressure at any given point. By contrast, a hard wood chair feels hard because the contact point between the occupant and the chair is small. In lieu of padding, flexible materials, such as wicker, may be used instead with similar effects of distributing the weight.

Seats

Polypropylene (molded plastic) seats and stainless steel legs in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. This type of material is very useful in seaside areas.

Chair seats vary widely in construction and may or may not match construction of the chair's back (back-rest).

Some systems include:

Center seats where a solid material forms the chair seat

Solid wood, may or may not be shaped to human contours

Wood slats, often seen on outdoor chairs

Padded leather, generally a flat wood base covered in padding and contained in soft leather

Stuffed fabric, similar to padded leather

Metal seats of solid or open design

Molded plastic

Stone, often marble

Open center seats where a soft material is attached to the tops of chair legs or between stretchers to form the seat

Wicker, woven to provide a surface with give to it

Leather, may be tooled with a design

Fabric, simple covering without support

Tape, wide fabric tape woven into seat, seen in lawn chairs and some old chairs

Caning,

Rush, wrapped from rush, heavy paper, strong grasses, or hand twisted while wrapped with cattails to form the seat, usually in a pattern of four trapezoids meeting in the center, and on rare occasions, in elaborate patterns

Reed,

Rawhide

Splint, ash, oak or hickory strips are woven

Metal, Metal mesh or wire woven to form seat

Standards and specifications

Highly decorated carved-back chairs in Mexico

Design considerations for chairs have been codified into standards. ISO 9241, "Ergonomic requirements for office work with visual display terminals (VDTs) – Part 5: Workstation layout and postural requirements", is the most common one for modern chair design.

There are multiple specific standards for different types of chairs. Dental chairs are specified by ISO 6875. Bean bag chairs are specified by ANSI standard ASTM F1912-98.[31] ISO 7174 specifies stability of rocking and tilting chairs. ASTM F1858-98 specifies plastic lawn chairs. ASTM E1822-02b defines the combustibility of chairs when they are stacked.

The Business and Institutional Furniture Manufacturer's Association (BIFMA)[32] defines ANSI/BIFMA X5.1 (titled: General-Purpose Office Chairs – Tests) for testing of commercial-grade chairs. It requires:

chair back strength of 150 pounds (68 kg)

chair stability if weight is transferred completely to the front or back legs

leg strength of 75 pounds (34 kg) applied one inch (25 mm) from the bottom of the leg

seat strength of 225 pounds (102 kg) dropped from six inches (150 mm) above the seat

seat cycle strength of 100,000 repetitions of 125 pounds (57 kg) dropped from 2 inches (51 mm) above the seat

The specification further defines heavier "proof" loads that chairs must withstand. Under these higher loads, the chair may be damaged, but it must not fail catastrophically.

Large institutions that make bulk purchases will reference these standards within their own even more detailed criteria for purchase.[33] Governments will often issue standards for purchases by government agencies (e.g. Canada's Canadian General Standards Board CAN/CGSB 44.15M[34] on "Straight Stacking Chair, Steel" or CAN/CGSB 44.232-2002 on "Task Chairs for Office Work with Visual Display Terminal").

Chairs may be rated by the length of time that they may be used comfortably – an 8-hour chair, a 24-hour chair, and so on. Such chairs are specified for tasks which require extended periods of sitting, such as for receptionists or supervisors of a control panel.

[dblackthorne]

For those who are either very experienced or for initiation of coven acolytes, &/or lovers with as many of those as are preferred and mutually indulgent. Baptismal option may be by one or several participants. Partake in The Devil's Lusts!

Consult The Satanic Bible for preliminary invocations & Dracomeroth {Satanasutra text} for ritualistic indications.

Infernal Names: 4-Crown with Lilith, Hecate, Aphrodite, Hathor, Pan, Dionysus, Asmodeus.

Vestments {coloration}: red, purple, & black. {Material}: sheer, velvet, silk. Fetishistic attire, sexy nuns, Halloween characters, Greeks & Romans, lingerie, nude, cloaks & capes for women, robes, clerical, or demonic costumes for men.

Incense: Dragon's Blood, rose, sinamon.

Candles: Primarily red/purple human figure or genitalia-shaped, or pillar candles. Scented should be of a sweetly confectionary nature.

Oil: Lotion or oils of a sweet confectionary nature.

Nectar: Red wine or absinthe.

Symbol of Lilith worn upon vestments &/or framed upon the wall, &/or worn as amulets by women, symbol of Lucifer / Satan by men.

Musick: Erotic, slow, & grinding nature. Classical & Metal selections Dracommended. What is pleasing to those present.

Optional: A kneeler, which may be suitably replaced by cushions.

{7th Key in Enochian while tracing Trapezoidal Gate with Sword, Phallus, or Staff. Gesticulate Kish &/or Sulfur sigil with lefthand counterclockwise. Replace upon Altar}

raised be The Whore of Babylon! Queen of Delights who rides upon The Great Drægon Beast! She cums forth from Hell in glory and splendor arrayed with the elements of her Passion! She brings forth the fires of Lust, burning away perfidious ignorance with infernal enlightenment, ignited upon every loin and desire! She makes way to reveal & indulge the darkest secrets of every beast! She comes forth to possess the mind & body to incarnate the incubus & succubus of every man and woman! Enter this vessel! Shemhamforash! Hail Lilith! Hail Satan! {Note: Baptism may occur as a result of Cummunion. Sometimes 1st & 2nd may overlap. "In nomine Satanas / Lilitu, Potentiam Inferus!" stated after each application accompanied by Signum Pentaculum} Unholy Baptism

1st Baptism: Face. Pentagram traced upon forehead & lips.

2nd Baptism: Breasts. Pentagram traced between breasts.

3rd Baptism: Upon pubic mound. Pentagram traced thereon.

4th Baptism: Posterior. Pentagram traced above cleft.

Unholy Cummunion

1st Cummunion: Oral. Dæmonseed swallowed entirely, &/or applied for 1st & 2nd Baptism.

2nd Cummunion: Vaginal. Introitus. May accompany 3rd Baptism.

3rd Cummunion: Anal. May accompany 4th Baptism.

{Close ceremony with 7th Key in native language. Conclude as customary}

[bm-decorative-arts]

Klismos Side Chair with Cushion, 1961, Brooklyn Museum: Decorative Arts

"Klismos" Side Chair (a) of walnut frame and leather seat with fabric cushion (b). (a) Top of chair back is rectangular form bent in at sides to wrap around human body and flared outward along top and bottom edges; supported by two back stiles which are squared at top then become columnar forms which widens toward seat, then continue into back legs and terminate in tapered, flat cut feet. Columnar stretcher connects back stiles above seat; wide rectangular back splat runs between this stretcher and top of chair back. From seat level, chair back curves outward and back legs curve inward then sharply outward at bottom to form feet. Front legs mirror back legs and have pointed top corner at seat level. Seat rail joins legs along all four sides forming trapezoidal frame (wider at front). Strips of leather rope woven into loose seat between frame; each length of rope wraps around bottom of seat rail and is secured at end with nails. (b) Cushion is thin, flat trapezoidal shape with curved sides; upholstered in tan fabric printed in gold with grid lines framing a male lion in profile. CONDITION: Good; some scuffs and scratches in chair, especially around feet; cushion fabric appears discolored (faded?) and has several large stains. Size: Overall: 35 3/8 x 20 7/8 x 28 1/4 in. (89.9 x 53 x 71.8 cm) Cushion (b): 2 x 19 3/4 x 17 in. (5.1 x 50.2 x 43.2 cm) Medium: Walnut, leather, fabric

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/2050

[justimajin]

Origins of the Park Blues 

⇢ Pairing: Jimin x Chaeyoung

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Doctor/Surgeon AU, Prequel to the Doctor Blues Universe - read the series here and the sequel here first! 

⇢ Words: 10.1k

⇢ Warnings: brief mentions of violence and blood, depictions of the pre-med struggle, might need some tissues for the ending

⇢ Summary: Dr. Park is many things - charming, funny, unnecessarily dramatic though he begs to disagree with that last one, but the person he is today wasn’t always who he was meant to become. Before Dr. Park existed, there was a certain person named Park Jimin back in college, someone he truly can’t seem to recognize after all the years that had soared by. With a wave of nostalgia and some fragments of leftover memories, he recalls a time he’s never shared, one that particularly involves two special people he’s managed to never let go of. 

C. 

Velvet black encircles his arms, draping down to hug his lean torso. His hands rise to fiddle around with his loose collar, the striking white beneath settling quite nicely with the black. Layers of gel stick to his hair, parting his flimsy bangs away from his forehead and flaunting the gold studs in his ears.

Taking a step back, the glass before him embodies his image with a perfect capture, down to the loose tie that dangles from his neck and the charming smile his sparkling teeth flash.

“Jimin?”

The sound of his name beckons him to turn, a young woman with brightly coloured orange locks meeting his field of view. Her hand is pressed against the broad door frame, waves of long hair falling delicately against her cheek as she adjusts her crème coloured heels.

“Oh. You’re ready?” Her foot falls flat onto the ground, the same crème shade pooling around her form.

A small chuckle escapes him, a taunting hand resting on his hip.

“Told you it was only going to take me ten minutes~”

“I had to be sure.” Chaeyoung huffs out, quickly snatching a small gold clutch as she positions herself right beside him, glancing at the mirror. An assortment of cosmetics spill out from the bag, her eyes and hands carefully rummaging through all the material. “You did say you wanted to leave early in advance.”

“That was the change in plan since we all decided to go together.” Jimin sighs, “I just wish Yoongi told me beforehand so I wouldn’t have spent an hour watching Titanic when I could have been showering.”

She giggles in the middle of lining her eyes with a thick coat of black, “But it was so cute watching you tear up when Rose had to say goodbye to Jack.”

“I wasn’t crying!! My eyes were just irritated!!!” More giggles flow out of her, eyes leaving her reflection when she shoots him an amused look. “Don’t tell anyone Chae, they won’t let me live it down.”

She mimics a zipper with her fingertips, running them across her lips with a smile. Jimin lets out a relieved exhale, hand pressed against his chest when he slumps against the dresser.

A thought sparkles in Chaeyoung’s mind, “You know, it still surprises me how close all of you are.”

It seems to revive Jimin, whose eyes are back on again with wide alert.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” She backs away from the mirror, de-twisting the tube of lipstick in her hands before setting it away, “When I first started at the hospital, I expected everyone to be more professional.”

“–which everyone was of course,” She corrects herself when Jimin frowns, “but all of you were friends and I had always thought doctors were more…I don’t know, serious?”

Glancing back at Jimin, she shrugs, “Everyone in medical school certainly was.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong though.” Jimin lifts himself up, standing to face Chaeyoung, “Most of us didn’t come out of medical school as strangers and in fact,” He points a knowing finger at her, eyes holding a glimmer within them, “Y/N and Taehyung were childhood friends before working at the hospital together.”

Chaeyoung freezes; mouth agape and brows raised when Jimin simply devilishly grins in return.

“C-Childhood friends?!” He nods, swaying back and forth on his heels with a candied smile, “But didn’t they hate each other...?”

“At first, since Y/N didn’t know Taehyung was her old friend until he eventually told her about it,” Chaeyoung gazes at him in awe and he smiles, “Now they don’t seem to be so professional with each other, right?”

She hums, eyes in deep thought until Jimin throws her another curveball, “Those two aren’t the only ones though. Yoongi, Y/N and me were friends back in college.”

Jimin tries to stifle back a laugh when Chaeyoung’s eyes are the size of large saucers, practically gaping at him when no words seem to be coming out of her mouth. Her blown away expression causes Jimin to lose it after a couple of ticking seconds, light giggles flooding through the room.

“How did you become friends?” She wonders out loud, though it’s no news to Jimin when the impending shock has yet to fade away from her. A giant fond grin spurs out from him at the question, nostalgia beginning to whirl over his head and spreading a warm array of some dwindling memories.

“It’s a longggg story…” He lightly laughs when Chaeyoung immediately sulks, his eyes affectionately disappearing. His words only serve to spark more interest from her, a stream of endless questions ready to spew out.

“But I guess we have enough time to start it off.”

Her eyes turn hopeful right away, a reaction that only results in an enamoured laugh from Jimin. His eyes gradually drift, fixating themselves upon the clean-cut image that stares back.

“I was a very different person back then, believe it or not,” He whispers, smile not leaving once when Chaeyoung’s eyes instantly grow brighter, shuffling closer as if she was in the midst of watching a highly anticipated movie. When his eyes directly connect to those in his reflection, the image begins to distort – ripples of glass oscillating as his black hair becomes more tousled and brighter until a hue of orange takes over. The sophisticated black wrings into a striking azure blue, sliver chains clinking around the old denim jeans that fasten tightly onto his hips.

He smirks, though it comes off as much more mischievous and with a dark daring glint to his eyes this time.

“Until I met them.”

***

The long narrow hallways leading into different offices and wards, brimming with individuals pacing around in white coats and clipboards as they earnestly examine patients vanishes within a mere second. Similar to a bubble bursting, the remains swirl until they restore back into a much older form, one that is coloured with a string of new sunny beige buildings. The ground is now lined with ashy sidewalks, a range of young adults walking amongst each other with bags stringed against their backs. Some carry heavy electronic devices while others have loud music being blasted into their ears, both stopping occasionally to interact with one another.

It definitely isn’t the same – isn’t the same place that are harbours his dearest friend’s faces as they go about their work, a balance of both concern and laughter echoing through the walls on a day to day basis. Even though it’s not what he’s grown to become incredibly fond of though; there’s still this surge of familiarity when a similar level of tension runs across the many student’s expressions.

“Did you meet them here?” Chaeyoung curiously peeks out at the imagined students walking back, chattering aimlessly as if not noticing the two people carefully watching them from afar.

“Unfortunately I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting them here, or separately.” Jimin sighs, “Those two were always together long before I arrived.”

When Jimin reaches out his hand, Chaeyoung immediately takes it. He points to a rather large building on the side and from the exterior alone, she can see the series of long shelves lined up together, an array of books arranged in alphabetical order. Drawing closer, the building seems to be packed with students that all have their noses planted within piles and piles of book – including one specific student that has her eyes widening, their appearance being much younger compared to the capable doctor she so admiringly knows of.

“There are five metacarpals and fourteen phalanges in the hand, each piece of bone allowing for joint movement through flexion and extension…” A voice mumbles robotically, the faint pitter patter of feet pacing around a long table and the distant flipping of pages greeting her ears straight away. There’s another person covered with a hood slumped down onto the table, fallen arms and head given a front row seat to the pacing.

As more words begin to spill out from the balanced book in the young girl’s hand, Chaeyoung can only stare in fascination, “Scaphoid, trapezium, capitate, trapezoid, lunate, pisiform, triquetrum–“

The footsteps come to a halt, the book dropping onto the table with a loud thud.

“Are you even listening to me Yoongi?”

“It’s hamate.” He finishes, a deep yawn leaving him as his arms stretch out and his back tenses. He slumps down again, blonde locks falling across his face and eyes more relaxed. “And I am Y/N, I’m just tired.”

You huff, placing a hand against your hip, “You can’t be tired when exams are right around the corner. Plus, we haven’t even gotten to the middle of this chapter.”

Much to your own dismay, Yoongi doesn’t say anything. Instead he opts to reach out and grab onto your arm, dragging you down until you land onto the seat next to him with a ‘oof!’. He forces you to plant your head against the table, pushing your backpack forward to work as a cushion.

“You’ve reviewed enough.” He mumbles, voice coming out exhausted, “Relax.”

“But–“

He presses a finger to his lips and shuts his eyes, immediately dozes off within an impressive number of minutes. You let out a sigh, not succumbing down into protests against his wishes when you’ve learn that Yoongi isn’t the type of person to take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes down to things he knows are right. In a way, you think it’s a quality that would make him a great doctor, not backing out on his word when he’s made a firm decision.

Maybe that’s why in a handful of rigorous students competitively hoping to outweigh each other to the point of becoming doctors, you’ve stuck to Min Yoongi like glue. He wasn’t so difficult to get along with and did his work, leaving you in a somewhat peaceful state of mind even when adrenaline was spiking and coursing through your veins rapidly during exam session. He was also from Daegu – just like you – which oddly left you feeling at home even though you were millions of miles away from it.

“I told you to relax, not to stare at me like you’re examining a damn specimen.”

When one of his eyes crack open to glare at you, you simply laugh.

“Yes Sir.” Fluttering close your eyes, you can feel sleep pulling you away just like the blonde-haired man next to you, all the accumulated stress and worries arising from your impending deadlines slowly washing away as the hours ticked by.

Chaeyoung smiles.

“Dr. Min and Dr. L/N are still the same.”

“Between the two of us, I think the two of them have gotten much softer.” Jimin giggles, a hand pressed to his mouth, “But don’t tell Yoongi that, he’ll get angry.”

“Deal.” She winks at him, but her vision then roams around the room, not catching onto the sight of the cheeky doctor she loves so much.

“Where are you though? You didn’t meet them in the library?”

“Uhh well…” Jimin suddenly shifts into an alarming shade of red, causing Chaeyoung to frown, “You could say my entry into their lives was a little…dramatic.”

At that, she grins, “I think I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.”

“Then you’re in for quite a nice surprise.”

The scene transitions, spiralling and twisting until the numerous shelves and tables have disappeared into small puffs of mist. Instead, rows and rows of chairs are aligned together, students no longer adhered to the pages of their books anymore but now fixated on the man uttering words in the front of the room as they scribble down intricate drawings from the board.

Your brows are furrowed as you frantically mimic the man’s drawings, young eyes reflecting the same focus as every other student situated in the room. Next to you is Yoongi, who although holds the same stance, leans back in his chair as his eyes nonchalantly roll over the pictures.

It’s right then that Chaeyoung notices just how right Jimin is; observing how your eyes are much more different compared to the kind eyes that had first greeted her within the walls of the hospital, offering up a hand right away when she was under the wrath of her once tense superior. These are not the eyes of the Dr. L/N she’s been so well acquainted with, instead they’re the eyes of a determined and studious student, fueled with ambition and a certain degree of sharp coldness that she’s surprised to even see.

Before she can even mutter something to Jimin, he pokes the side of her arm, drawing her attention to the wide expanse of the grey doors behind all the students. Bewildered, she stares at him confused when he grins, gesturing for her to keep looking.

When Chaeyoung turns, she doesn’t expect the doors to slam wide open with a rough bam, jolting when swaying footsteps echo into the semi-quiet hall. The surprise doesn’t lie in the action though, it lies in who exactly comes out from those doors.

She blinks, not even recognizing that man that strides through the staircases as he rakes a hand through his neon orange hair, chains loosely dangling back and forth at his hips. There’s a loose smirk on his lips and a dark glimmer in his eyes, something Chaeyoung has only distinctly seen before with lesser degree of intensity.

The man strolls along the staircase until he quite ungracefully flops down onto a chair. His presence seems to cause a sudden cascade of reactions, from nearby peers immediately sneering and pushing their books away from him with grimaces, to nearby feminine eyes curiously and eagerly peeking to steal glances at him.

Even though it’s supposed to be a mere recollection, it causes Chaeyoung’s stomach to turn a bit despite her best efforts to ignore it. The black-haired man next to her leans closer and embraces an arm around her shoulders, dipping her back into the realization that even though she’s seeing the same person, they’re from two different time periods and that’s something she willing accepts.

Resuming back to the scene, she notices that the man has seated himself right next to two familiar faces.

“Great.” She watches you mumble harshly underneath your breath, “Go ask someone else.”

“But I haven’t even said anything yet.” He taunts with a vaguely similar whining voice and Chaeyoung giggles at the sound of it.

“Forget it.” There’s a venomous look in your eyes when you spit out the words – an expression that truly surprises Chaeyoung, “I’m not going to be the person you mooch off Park.”

“I missed half the lecture though!!” Immediately a collection of hushes surround him, neighboring annoyed eyes proceeding to giving the board their attention.

“How about the homework answers then?”

You don’t say a word when he so blatantly tries to bargain with you, eyes firmly squinting at the words being inscribed on the projector instead. However, it grows harder by the minute to do so when he starts to shoot you increasing worse puppy looks in a desperate attempt to wear you down. You have to eventually hold up a book to his face, ignoring his existence completely until he decides to rest his chin on the top of it, a giant pout plastered onto his lips.

A very grateful sigh escapes you when near by students begin to pack up their laid-out books once the clock’s handles shift. The speed at which you get up is instant; snatched up books in hand as you quickly follow the blonde mop of hair that leaves, failing to realize the trail of orange closely stuck to your side.

“Are you guys going to the library~”

You throw a pleading look at Yoongi when he cheekily calls out, distress leaking into your eyes. Yoongi reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and swiftly pulling you along.

“We’re actually going back to my apartment. Sorry, no pets allowed.” You don’t expect Yoongi to suddenly dash away, dragging you with him before any words get past Jimin’s lips.

“I think we’ve lost him.” You hurriedly say, luckily slowing down Yoongi who was running at a remarkable pace that went beyond all of your expectations.

A low sigh leaves you, “You know, that’s the third time this week.”

“I know – unfortunately when he bumps into you, he bumps into me too.” He leans against the wall to catch his breath, “Asked me for the psych lecture notes the other day. I told him my dog ate it.”

You scrunch up your nose, “You fed Holly your psych notes?”

“No, but I couldn’t tell him that.” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, “Listen, my dog eats like a king and that guy wasn’t going to leave me alone even if Holly did eat it.”

You hum, “I really don’t understand him. Everyone here is trying so hard just to get a step into medical school and here he is, walking around and using people to pass.”

“Me neither. The guy doesn’t stand a chance if he keeps acting like that.”

“Sometimes I wonder if we’ll even have a chance.” The grip on your backpack tightens, “They cut down the acceptances by a hundred last year Yoongi, a hundred.”

“All the more to keep trying.” He gestures for you to follow hm, “Come on, I have leftovers over at my place and all this talk about school is making my head hurt.”

A lopsided smile arises on your lips and you tread along behind him.

***

“That’s how you met?” Chaeyoung whispers, “You were trying to mooch off of them?”

 Jimin shyly grins, “I wasn’t the greatest at studying and doing my work…. but I’ve gotten better now!”

Chaeyoung stares at him in disbelief, firm hands planted on her hips.

“You used to give all your paperwork to Jungkook.”

“Hey! It was a learning opportunity! He was my intern and he needed to learn!”

“Then how did you become a doctor? If you were constantly ‘mooching off’ people?”

 “I already told you, it’s a longgg story.”

He points back to the scene, grinning when it changes into a different one and Chaeyoung curiously watches it unfold.

“Shit.”

Your hand reaches out, grabbing onto a nearby arm and shaking it awake as you hiss, “Yoongi, wake up! He’s back!”

The man groans for a moment, tired eyes staring back at you.

 “What do you mean he’s bac–“

“Hi there!”

He sits down before you have the chance to run away, scooting over uncomfortably closer to you and Yoongi with a wide grin. Yoongi is completely awake now, sharing a dejected sigh with you and you decide that it was about time you focused on the next reading anyway after that much needed nap.

To your utter surprise, everything goes well within a couple of minutes, only minor disruptions caused by him every now and then. From his bored stare directed to the ceiling and the stretching of his legs until they bump into you, to his occasional waves and smirks being sent to some of his female companions walking by – its only inconvenient to the extent that you have to simply ignore him and resume back to studying right after.

“Were you guys avoiding me?”

He whispers it so quietly, voice dropping down into low tone and encompassing a melodramatic tinge to it that has your brows contorting. Luckily, Yoongi answers in a firm voice in place of you, not a drop of emotion in his eyes as he stares at him.

“Yes. You were following us around everywhere.”

“Oh.” He places a hand on his chest, eyes furiously widening and a gasp slipping from his lips.

“I was just merely trying to get some help and–“

“Aren’t you a fuckboy?”

The words fly out before you can catch them and even Yoongi stares at you in surprise with the forwardness. However, after the abundance of rumors speculating around him that have caught onto your ears, you can only wonder just how much of your hunch is actually true.

Much to your own relief, he doesn’t seem offended at all by your outburst, but there’s a dark glint residing in his eyes when he leans in closer to you.

“Why, what have you heard about me sweetheart?”

Your mouth immediately drops and when he sends you a playful wink, all blood drains away from your face. A boisterous laugh leaves him when you slightly scoot away, closer to Yoongi and much farther away from him.

A time period away, a horrified voice screeches. 

“YOU HIT ON DR. L/N?!?”

“Might not want to mention that fact tonight.” He immediately corrects her with a wince, “And I was just teasing, Y/N wouldn’t even talk to me properly!”

“I can’t even imagine anyone else with Dr. L/N aside from Dr. Kim,” Chaeyoung whispers, donning a soured expression, “It’s just weird thinking that it could have happened.”

“Nah, I can tell you right away she wasn’t interested, plus I got the feeling that Yoongi would have killed me if I said anything.”

Jimin chuckles yet Chaeyoung quirks up a brow.

“Were you interested though?”

The very thought causes Jimin’s face to fall, though a cheesy smile soon replaces it when he gazes at her.

“I think it’s pretty clear at this point who I’m interested in.”

***

You sigh, eyes still glaring at the orange mop of hair that refuses to leave your side no matter what you do. Leaning over, you make eye contact with Yoongi who simply shrugs, having long given up trying to get rid of the man that sticks you like a piece of gum.

Within a short period of time, you have learned quite a few things. Number one – his name is Jimin and he’s a thorn in your side that you can’t get rid of, having followed you and Yoongi around and pestering you for days with questions. He meets you at every corner no matter how far you and Yoongi run and he’s somehow managed to get the blonde-haired doctor to accept his presence. You on the other hand, not so much.

Number two – his reputation has proven to be true. From the flirty winks and playful smirks he constantly sends, your suspicions have confirmed to be a hundred percent true. Although it doesn’t bother you with what he spends his spare time doing, it becomes quite annoying when his distractions tend to accompany him around too, disrupting many of your study sessions that you and Yoongi used to lead once in comfortable silence.

Number three – he’s incredibly annoying. From his random outbursts and loud bolstering voice, you wonder if the man ever has the realization that there’s people around him studying, or worse that they’re sitting right beside him studying. It causes you to sigh even more than usual, a set of noise cancelling ear plugs always in your hand as you and Yoongi casually share them, not sure what to do anymore when you’ve simply grown tired and just need to study for your impending exams.

Something also worthy to note, is that Jimin doesn’t really seem to care about exams at all. Either he asks you or Yoongi with a frown about what you’re doing, and then resumes back to playing around with the chains on his jeans. Heck, you don’t think you’ve seen him actually pull out a book of his own, either grabbing one of yours to read until he grows bored and discards it to the side.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, your patience growing thinner and thinner as time spins.

“I just don’t get it! Why is this guy even here in the first place if he isn’t going to study? Why stick to two nerds when he can go to one of his girls and do whatever he wants?!” Yoongi frowns when you use the word ‘nerds’ but lets it slip when your voice comes out harsh, teeth gritting from just the memories of him disrupting you two.

He simply shrugs, “All you can do is just leave it Y/N, exams are around the corner and neither of us have the time to deal with him right now even if we wanted to.”

You hum and Yoongi slings his bag over his shoulder, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately.

“I have to head back to my place now, but feel free to drop by.”

With a reassuring smile, he leaves. Letting out a troubled exhale, you spin around and wonder if Yoongi is perhaps right. At this point, you’re at a loss with the options in your hand and the most you can do is just concentrate on your studying even as the presence of a certain orange haired man continuously plagues you.

As if the mere mention is brought into light for him, an arm is soon looping around your neck.

“Y/N!”

You shrug it off with a scoff, “Oh look, you actually remembered my name.”

He gasps, “Of course I would remember! Plus it had such a nice ring to it, Y/N~”

Loudly giggling, you roll your eyes and clutch onto your bag tighter, “Nice, now if you excuse me I need to go study.”

“Ooh I’ll come with! There was a chapter I wanted to go over.”

You huff, telling yourself to just deal with him for a couple of hours since you luckily still had a handful of earplugs Yoongi had generously gotten for you. But that’s when his rambles continue on and on, failing to realize that every word he enounces drives your eyebrow to twitch and fist to clench more.

When the cord finally snaps, you stop in the middle of the hallway, spinning on your heels so incredibly fast with a deadly glare in your eyes.

“Listen Park, I don’t know what you’re so hooked on following me and Yoongi around, but I’d like to get some time to study by myself.”

The words are intentionally acidic and you’re silently hope they’re enough to drive him away from you so you can get some peace and quiet, but he’s soon pouting in front of you, acting like a child that had just been scolded at.

“Aw come on Y/N!” He loudly whines, catching the curious glances of nearby passersby, “Why don’t you like me?! Even Yoongi doesn’t mind!”

“I’m not Yoongi.” You grit out, exhaling when he still continues to pout and you realize you honestly don’t have time for any of this, not wanting to go into the extensive explanation that the blonde haired man has just given up similarly to you and accepted his nonchalant presence.

“Just leave me alone, I have things to do.”

And with that, you walk away. Thankfully, there’s no footsteps accompanying behind you for once and you exhale in relief, wondering how much Yoongi would share the mutual feeling when you can just slip back into studying together without any unwanted disruptions. However just as your mind is filled with the thoughts of your close friend, a screeching siren violently blares out.

Your vision is clouded with angry hues of red, a hand pressed against the building’s door when multiple white vehicles begin to emerge out of nowhere. The car doors are slammed open, a flood of people surging out and surrounding the car that had been smashed to bits across the pavement.

That’s when your eyes slowly shift over to the ground, the very faint yet distinctly familiar blonde locks covered in scarlet, sprayed out right beside fallen shades of metal. You can feel a collection of sharp breezes from around you, whispers and murmurs echoing and stealing a glance at the commotion rampaging outside.

But you do not move.

You stare there, hand still gripping onto the door for dear life when your shoes feel like cement has sunken into them, ears drowning in the sound of the sirens and eyes still filled with the beaming bright red that madly flashes.

You don’t notice the hand that grasps onto your shoulder, you don’t notice the sensation of being whisked around, eyes confronting frantic orange instead of blonde and you especially don’t notice the terrified expression Jimin dons.

***

It’s all a blur.

One moment you’re standing outside the building watching all of this unravel before your eyes and the next, you’re situated outside of a hospital room, eyes glued to the ground as the orange haired man beside you paces around.

You don’t look up when he stops right in front you, kneeling down so that your eyes are inches away for him when he reaches out for your hands.

“Y-Y/N?” His voice is extremely coarse, something that doesn’t strike a flicker within your eyes. “Are–…are you okay?”

When you finally spare him a glance, the tears come bursting out. You seem to have no control left when they harshly shudder out of your body, adjacent blue sleeves reaching up to wipe them away hurriedly before they can meet the ground.

You don’t seem to notice when Jimin tugs you into his arms, your sobs being muffled by his shirt.

“T-There’s so much blood.” You choke out, “I-I…I don’t know if he’s going to make it out Jimin, I–“

“He will.” Jimin quickly whispers, yet a faint tremor is lodged within his voice, “H-He has to...”

Your entire form trembles when you clutch onto him tighter.

“I can’t lose him too, I-I just can’t.”

Jimin freezes, confusion masking onto him for a brief moment until you tremble in his arms again. He casts the thought away altogether, focusing on holding you instead of his own pondering.

When the silence falls, you’re the first to move.

Parting away from Jimin whose gaze lingers on your red eyes, a lone tear runs down as you sniffle. He doesn’t say anything accompanying you where the chairs are, sitting down with a weak sigh.

Despite your best attempts, your voice croaks.

“D-Did you see him?”

He instantly nods, “I swear it didn’t look so bad, but he definitely needs treatment.”

“Hmm.”

Silence echoes again.

“Can I…” He bites his lip, mind in chaos from his pondering again, “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“You said you can’t lose him too…what did you mean by that?”

His eyes are hurriedly tracing all over your features, wondering if he said something out of line with the question.

“I’ve lost some very dear people to me over the years.” You mumble, “I guess you can say he’s all I have left now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I really am sorry. I stuck around with you guys, even when it was clear you didn’t want me around. I just–” He sighs, a light tint of pink to his cheeks, “I just wanted to be friends.” 

“Friends? Why would you want to be friends with us?”

You look at him bewildered through your wet eyes and he softly smiles.

“Because you two seemed like the only people that could have handled someone like me.”

There are a million questions dancing through your mind at that, but when you try to press forward on the issue, a young doctor steps out of Yoongi’s room.

On alert, you and Jimin instantly stand up, “Are you here for Mr. Min?”

Nodding, he smiles, “He’s doing okay, luckily there wasn’t any major blood loss but his shoulder had been dislocated. It should be fine within a couple of days.”

“Thank you so much.” Jimin says, the young doctor smiling before gesturing for them to enter inside.

You’re short a handful of words when you take a step inside the room, eyes landing right on the patch of blonde hair situated on a bed, his head severely bandaged as his arm is propped up in a cast. It only takes one turn of his head for you and Jimin both to completely crumble, soon endlessly sobbing and embracing each other much to Yoongi’s own amusement.

His lip quirks up, “What? You guys thought I was dead?”

“Don’t you dare even joke about that.” You spit out, suddenly realizing that you’ve been stuck to Jimin this whole entire time. Hastily shuffling away, you put some distance between you and him as you awkwardly cough. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind much, because in comparison to you, he doesn’t have any level of calmness regarding the current matter.

“Y-You…o-outside…ambulance…” Jimin mumbles out, tears flowing out of his eyes until he throws himself onto the man, more harsh sobs leaving him.

Fortunately, Jimin doesn’t lean against his casted arm, but Yoongi doesn’t bear the same sentiment when there’s a heavy dead weight being planted against his body.

“Yah! Park Jimin, get off of me!”

Jimin cutely shakes his head, arms twisted around Yoongi’s form as an amused chuckle escapes your lips. He seems to notice right away, eyes instantly brightening at the sound.

“Can we go back to studying?” Yoongi questions, sighing when Jimin latches onto his arm as he turns to meet your eyes, “Exams start next week and I don’t have time to stay injured.”

“Are you sure?” Your gaze is serious, knowing that his injury wasn’t one that he could simply brush off so easily.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life working here anyways and I don’t plan on starting now.” Yoongi scrunches his nose in disgust, “Can you also get this idiot off of me already?”

He gestures to Jimin’s shrunken form and you fondly smile, peeling the man off of Yoongi who gladly exhales. Yoongi slips off the bed much to Jimin’s protests, grabbing his tucked away hoodie and backpack.

“Let’s go before they realize I’m gone.” Yoongi hurriedly whispers, taking a once over behind him before quickly following behind you. Exiting the room, the coast is luckily clear as you walk down the hallway, failing to realize a certain a pair of footsteps lingering behind but not quite meeting up with your steps.

You turn, frowning.

“I…I should get going…” Jimin’s hand is on the back of his head, gaze on the floor. You exchange a look with Yoongi, footsteps continuing to walk.

“Why? You’re not going to join us?”

He snaps his head back to see you and Yoongi standing in front of him.

There’s a giant joyous grin painted onto his features when he sees you reaching out your hand for him, a knowing look in your eyes as Yoongi amusedly smirks at the interaction. He instantly grabs on, his grip strong and firm when he follows closely behind you.

Although the hallways are filled with Yoongi’s protests and Jimin’s whines when the latter tries to offer to carry him the rest of the way, alongside your laughter when Yoongi says he regrets the decision he made with you just two seconds ago already, the three of you keep walking until the hall changes completely. Instead of being lined with lockers and students, it soon morphs into the familiar white walls, doors leading into different patient rooms as the soon to be doctors get down to work.

***

There’s only awe leftover in Chaeyoung’s bright eyes when the black-haired doctor keeps staring at his reflection, a new and softer expression brimming on his features.

“You’ve stayed friends this whole time…”

Jimin’s eyes flicker when she whispers, snapping him out of it as he grins.

“Welll, there was the whole transitioning over to medical school part, and then passing the exams to get our licences and then trying to get hired.” Jimin deeply exhales at that, brows furrowing, “Now that I think about it, I guess we have been through a lot.”

Chaeyoung smiles when Jimin lightly laughs, a hand raking through his black locks when there’s a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Rushing over, she notices how clock’s handles have rapidly spun forward and that could only meet one thing.

“LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!” A voice exclaims, dramatically louder in comparison as Chaeyoung giggles and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You know I have neighbors that are asleep at this hour, right?” Jimin deadpans, causing Jin to scoff and shake his head.

“Geez, you’re seriously no fun.” He turns to Namjoon, “Are we sure it’s okay to bring him along?”

Namjoon kindly smiles, “I think it would be a huge problem if we didn’t, he is the life of the party.”

Jimin grins, rushing over to hug his superior as Namjoon chuckles, awkwardly patting him on the back. That’s when Jimin catches a glimpse of blonde hair, seemingly standing with the group but being pushed to the back by a doctor that possibly wanted to first yell into the apartment.

“YOONGI~!!” Jimin exclaims, instantly hanging onto the man like a koala bear. Yoongi grunts, already pushing him off.

“Yah Park Jimin-ah! When will you realize that I can’t carry you?!” He brushes off his suit, now crinkled because of the man’s affectionate display.

“But you like my hugs don’t you~” Jimin simply replies, hugging the man that just retorts with an exhausted sigh. Right behind him, a man with orange hair giggles at the doting display and Jimin beams.

“Hoseok!”

He throws him into a hug and smiles, “It’s been a while!”

“It sure has, thanks for inviting me too.” Hoseok sheepishly smiles, surrounded by doctors and interns that he usually has no part with.

Yoongi adjusts his tie, mumbling underneath his breath, “If I’m going then you’re going.”

Hoseok chuckles at that and Namjoon checks his watch swiftly, altering his fellow doctors that they should be on their way out by now. With a nod, everyone leaves the apartment and Chaeyoung smiles fondly when Jimin doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side, constantly pestering him as the latter retorts that he’s annoying.

Her eyes suddenly widen, taking in the giant van parked outside.

“We’re all going in this?”

Namjoon hums, “We needed enough space for six people.”

Chaeyoung bits her lip, “Who’s driving though…?”

Jin smiles, “I am! No offense, but I don’t think we can trust Namjoon driving just yet.”

He hums, exchanging a look with Jin, “None taken. I rather we all get there in one piece.”

With that, the doors open and somehow everyone manages to squish inside. Jin takes the wheel as Yoongi sits next to him, directions on his phone already laid out when he begins to reverse out of the parking. Jimin and Chaeyoung take the middle seats along with Namjoon and Hoseok sharing the back, luckily being able to breathe with the sheer amount of people sitting in the car.

“Take a left.” Yoongi mutters, eyes focused on the dashboard with a frown, “Should I just leave it here?”

He gestures to his phone and Jin shakes his head right away, “It’ll fall down.”

As if on cue, Yoongi’s phone slips away from the dashboard and falls into his lap, causing Jin to burst out laughing.

Yoongi snorts, “Yeah, that wasn’t a good choice.”

“What happened? What happened?” Jimin butts his nose in right away, eagerly glancing between the two men but cramping up the space they have in the process even more.

“Yah! I need to drive, move back!” Jin exclaims, causing Jimin to whine. Chaeyoung reaches out, pulling him back to sit next to her so that the duo doesn’t feel so suffocated. Seeing Jimin pout, her eyes dart between him and a particular doctor sitting next to Jin, a soft smile on her features.

“Dr. Min.” He hums, eyes still glued to his phone, “Jimin was telling me you and Dr. L/N have been friends with him since college?”

Yoongi’s eyes perk up, his head turning around to see Jimin practically glowing with a huge smile and to her own surprise, he mimics it.

“What has he told you?”

“Just about how you all met during college and how your shoulder had gotten dislocated.”

“Ah, yeah.” Yoongi faintly touches his shoulder, as if he could still feel the throbbing pain from so long ago. He frowns at Jimin, a questioning glint in his eyes, “You didn’t tell her anything else?”

“I didn’t have time to!” Jimin throws his hands up in the air and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How did you get hired again Dr. Park?” Jin inquires, eyes on the road but a sharp provoking tone in his voice.

“Well of course Namjoon saw my credentials and knew I was the best fit.” His eyes dart over to the head doctor, who’s engaged in deep conversation with Hoseok until his name is mentioned. He blinks innocently, eyes glancing around.

“What? Hiring Jimin?” He nods and Namjoon hums, “He was the first one and I think it was just the two of us for a while actually. Though I was quite surprised when I found out that he was friends with Yoongi.”

“Surprised?” Jin asks, “Why?”

“Because me and Namjoon have known each other since middle school.” Yoongi retorts, causing a bunch of wide eyes to look in his direction.

“WHAT?!” Jimin screeches and Yoongi smugly nods.

“I’ve known Namjoon way before any of you did.” He points at finger at him, “7 years. With this guy.”

“Woah woah woah!” Jin exclaims, wanting to turn around but focused in on driving, “How come we didn’t know about this Namjoon-ah?!”

Namjoon shrugs, “It never came up.”

“Anyone else here know each other beforehand, speak up now or forever hold your peace!” Jimin practically yells, but no one comes forth with any more revelations and he sighs in relief.

“So Jimin was hired and then you hired Yoongi because you knew him…?” Chaeyoung quietly questions but Namjoon shakes his head.

“I hired Jimin first and then he had introduced me to Y/N and Yoongi after a year. Bumping into Yoongi was just a coincidence but I was more than happy to add him onto the team.”

Jin blinks, “Wait, you and Jimin were in the hospital alone for a year?”

Namjoon hums, fondly smiling at Jimin, “Those were the days…”

“That must have been so lonely.” Chaeyoung remarks and Jimin’s about to speak up, but Yoongi beats him to it.

“They probably were. I don’t think either me or Y/N got a chance to sit down when we were first hired because this guy was jumping all around the place.”

Jin snorts and Chaeyoung giggles, while Jimin’s loud protests flooding the car, “I got you both jobs at my hospital!! Of course I would be happy!!”

“Don’t get me started on his ‘I am definitely professional phase’.” Yoongi ignores him, tenderly talking to Chaeyoung as he continues, “Came to work one day with his shirt tucked in and his hair dyed black declaring that he was going to get an intern when Y/N brought Jin to the hospital.”

Chaeyoung laughs and Jimin exasperatedly whines in the background.

“A very good decision indeed.” Jin retorts.

Hoseok pipes up with a smile, “I can second that.”

Jin smiles but then a thought crosses him, “What about Taehyung then? What was it like when he was first hired?” He frowns, lips pouting, “I can’t really remember…”

Yoongi and Jimin both go silent, staring at each other with wide eyes. Even Namjoon shuffles in his seat.

Jin quickly glances around, “What?”

“You want to take this one?” Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, who lets out a rough cough. Hoseok glances at the two of them confused.

“Was it that bad?”

“Well….”

“It was horrible. Like someone set off the fire alarm and forgot to turn it off.” Yoongi cuts off Namjoon right away. Jimin sighs, a hand fisting through his locks.

“I’ve never seen Y/N that angry.” He points to himself, looking at Chaeyoung, “Not even at me.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad…” Excluding Hoseok, Chaeyoung and Jin, everyone immediately tenses up, “…right?”

“Trust me. You’ve seen them fight around a bit and then turn into lovebirds.” Yoongi starts and Jimin finishes, eyes still wide in horror.

“You haven’t seen them since day one.”

***

Loud footsteps thump against the ground, hands fisted with crumbled papers as a white coat whizzes by.

“Y/N~!” Jimin immediately finds you, racing over. You stop in front of Yoongi’s office, dumping the contents into his hands.

“Here. Look these over and then pass them on to your colleague.” You grit out, causing Yoongi to raise an eyebrow when you cross your arms.

“You want me to give them to him?”

You sarcastically laugh, snatching them up, “On second thought – I’ll go chuck them at his head.”

Yoongi grabs onto your arm, dragging you back as he plucks the papers out of your arms.

“I’ll do it. You stay here.”

“What’s going on?” Jimin innocently questions, wondering why on earth you appeared to be fuming so much.

The words are taken away from your mouth when the long strides enter the hallway, arms behind his back and that stupid frame of glasses perched on top of the bridge of his nose.

“That’s strange. The last hospital I was in usually filed in their paperwork on time and had the decency to greet their fellow doctors.” He sighs, a small smirk on his lips when he glances in your direction, “I guess having manners isn’t translated over to every workplace.”

Your eye twitches and before you can do anything, Yoongi holds you back and Jimin races over to your office, a man with black hair seated and working on some reports.

“Jin~” Jimin sweetly says, causing him to look up confused, “Do you have a minute?”

“I’m kind of busy, I was writing up th-WOAH!”

Jimin doesn’t even wait for a proper reply when he’s grabbing onto his hands, leading him back to the scene when your face seems a couple shades redder and Dr. Kim has a challenging stare heavily rooted in his eyes.

“Tell Dr. L/N you have a question and go.” Jimin quickly whispers to him. Jin frowns, darting his eyes around.

“What, why?”

“Just go.” Jimin whispers, this time harsher much to Jin’s surprise, before turning around with a huge smile on his features. “Dr. Kim~! How have you been on this fine morning?”

The doctor narrows his eyes, giving him a once over before turning his head to face you and Yoongi. Much to his own dismay, you’ve long left with your intern and there’s only Yoongi left, who stares at Dr. Kim with an equally annoyed expression.

“You’re new here, so you probably don’t know how things work,” Yoongi steps forward, “But we work as a team and treat each other as valuable members.”

“Including Y/N.” Jimin mumbles, standing next to Yoongi with a very uncertain look on his features. The doctor with the glasses simply chuckles, eyes darting between them.

“As long as I get paid at the end of the day, I frankly don’t care.” He smiles and turns, walking away from the doctors when one of them drops his jaw down.

“What the heck was that?!” Jimin exclaims, waving his arms up and down as he turns to Yoongi. He sighs, eyes concerned as the doctor’s backside slowly decreases until he disappears into his office.

“I don’t know…but I don’t like it. Namjoon’s made some interesting hiring decisions this time around.”

Jimin hums, Yoongi turning to him with serious eyes, “Keep an eye on him and Y/N. If he says anything to her, give him a piece of our mind.”

With one mutual exchange of their eyes, the doctors part ways.

***

Hoseok lowly whistles when the car’s gone silent and Chaeyoung’s expression has completely fallen.

“So if you didn’t drag me over in time, Y/N would have probably murdered Taehyung by then.”

“Pretty much.” Yoongi simply replies to Jin.

He frowns, “I guess I should have just trusted Jimin back then…”

“That’s right!!” Jimin yells from the back, causing Jin to sigh. Chaeyoung glances at the two curiously.

“What happened then?”

“More fighting. We broke it up a couple of times and I think Namjoon had to step in once.” Yoongi squints his eyes, looking over at him, “But he told them that they needed to accept each other to work together or something like that and Y/N freaked out.”

“Ooh right!” Jimin quickly retorts, “Y/N nearly quit at that point.”

“So Namjoon talked to her privately and convinced her to stay by just maintaining some distance. The same goes for Taehyung too.”

“It was so odd.” Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head and glancing at Chaeyoung’s wide eyes, “Together they were terrible but separately, they were so amazing at their jobs.”

There’s a collective hum that resonates through the car before it stops, the car coming to a pause and Jin whirling around suddenly in his seat.

“Finally! It’s so hard driving with you guys talking behind me so much!” He exclaims, “Also, we’re here by the way.”

“Speaking of the devils.” Yoongi smiles, staring out at the broad old brown building as everyone begins to pool out of the car. Suddenly a flashing black Mercedes-Benzes pulls up right behind them, abruptly coming to a stop. A young girl hurriedly steps out from the passenger seat, bright pink flowers laced into her hair and the ends of a long flowing salmon coloured dress bunched up into her hands.

“Sorry we’re late! There was a lot of traffic on the road!”

Jimin grins when the second car door opens up, a young man dressed in a black suit and a bouquet of roses held tightly in his arms stepping out, eyes trained on locking his car. Once he turns around though, the older individual is soon jumping on top of him.

“JUNGKOOKIEEEEEEE~”

Jungkook nearly drops the roses, but thankfully a wave of pink flashes by and catches them before they land onto the ground. He shoots her a relieved smile, being too occupied with the hazard of getting his doctor counterpart off of him.

Jin flicks Jimin’s forehead in dismay, causing him to release Jungkook with a pout. That’s when Jin moves closer to him, arms wide open as he takes a step forward.

“JK!”

“Jin!” Jungkook quickly envelopes his arms around him, turning to smile at Chaeyoung who kindly waves at him. Namjoon reaches over, patting him on the back as Yoongi gives him a content nod.

“Oh!” Jungkook gets too caught in the moment of reuniting that when he turns over to her, there’s a shy smile on his lips. Reaches his hand out, she instantly grabs onto it and he gestures for her to stand right by his side.

“You probably don’t know anyone here…”

“But we certainly know about you.” Chaeyoung warmly smiles, putting a friendly arm around her shoulders, “My name is Chaeyoung and I’m Jimin’s girlfriend.”

The girl’s eyes widen, “I’m Jin, Y/N’s old intern and now a doctor at the hospital. Me and Jungkook were hired together.”

She nods, blinking as if trying to grasp onto all the new information when Chaeyoung points over to the remaining members, “That’s Yoongi and Namjoon, they’re also doctors at the hospital.”

When her eyes land on Hoseok in confusion, he darts his hand out right away, “I’m Hoseok and I’m with Yoongi, but I’m not a doctor even though I’m friends with a lot of them.”

She takes his hand with a giggle, “I know how you feel.”

Jungkook’s eyes are beaming at the comfortable atmosphere and Jimin loops an arm around him.

“So~ you and Jungkook~~?”

Jungkook’s gaze timidly falls down to the ground but she smiles, nodding at his question, “I’m assuming all of you would know that we’re together.”

“What do you mean?”

She laughs, hand hovering over her mouth as her eyes lock onto Jungkook’s, “Well you did spy on us during our first couple of dates. “

Jimin’s jaw drops and Jungkook stifles back a laugh.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!”

“I told her Hyung,” Jungkook takes his arm off his shoulders, “and it wasn’t like any of you were being secretive about it.”

Jimin pouts at him, turning to her, “He’s so mean sometimes, isn’t he?”

Chaeyoung leans forward, “That’s because you can be a real handful at times.”

Everyone laughs at that, Jin’s loud laughter overruling them when Jimin places a heart on his hand like he’s been betrayed.

“CHAE!!”

She shrugs, causing Jungkook and his girlfriend to smile when she sends them a fond look. As Chaeyoung consoles a whining Jimin, Namjoon turns to all of them with his eyes glued to his watch.

“We have to head inside now!” The group breaks up and begins to shuffle over to the building. Upon arrival, there’s a hoard of people residing inside, loud chattering echoing as some move to get themselves seated while others hold drinks and converse with each other. An array of rose pink and lilac flowers are positioned at the front of the milky carpet, several white chairs surrounding the guests.

“Wow.” Jungkook whispers, doe eyes only growing wider the more he takes in the scenery.

“They really outdid themselves!” Jin exclaims, vision straying over to the buffet tables.

As Yoongi hums, the man next to him bursts out in sobs.

“IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!” Chaeyoung pats him on the shoulder, his cries increasing by the second. The girl that has her arm wrapped around Jungkook’s frowns, leaning closer to him in a low whisper.

“Is he always like this?”

Jungkook hums, “You eventually get used to it.”

“To think this day has finally come.” Namjoon chuckles, glancing at Jimin and Yoongi, “We probably couldn’t have predicted this.”

Yoongi smirks, “I kind of did.”

“But I didn’t!” Jimin starts wailing loudly, drawing nearby onlookers to him. His wails only increase, causing Yoongi to grimace and Jin to roll his eyes. Jungkook covers his ears and then opts out to covering his girlfriend’s ears, who can only look at his mentor with more and more bizarre confusion.

There’s suddenly a tug of the curtains behind them, unraveling rapidly when Jimin pipes down and everyone turns around in confusion. A blur of white passes by, standing right before the man with her hands on her hips.

“Should I even be proud I knew that was Jimin?” You sarcastically retort, but suddenly there’s gasps flooding the room, all eyes on you.

“Y/N!!” Jimin yells, running up to you with sparkles in his. He quickly engulfs you into a hug, causing a bundle of laughs to cascade out.

“Good to see you guys finally made it.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Chaeyoung warmly smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder as you beam.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Namjoon remarks, causing a sincere smile to spread onto your features.

“She does.”

Everyone turns to face the young man that walks up next to your side, a black suit and tie adorned instead of his white coat. His brown hair is parted to the side, a large pair of dark shades resting on his nose.

He encircles your waist with his arm, “After all, she is getting married to me.”

You exhale playfully, “I guess it’s too early to back out now.”

He leans closer to your ear, lowly whispering.

“If you do, I’ll just have to run and catch you again.”

As your roll your eyes, there’s a loud squeal that erupts from the corner. You look up to see Jungkook’s girlfriend hurriedly covering her mouth with her hands, wide eyes bouncing between the two of you.

“Sorry!” She quickly says, hands fidgeting as Jungkook stifles a laugh right next to her. A sweet smile tugs on your lips.

“Wait a minute!” Jin suddenly shouts, eyeing the two of you down before he points to Taehyung, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to see the bride during the wedding?”

You let out a low sigh, already well prepared for what Taehyung was going to say.

He taps the frame of his sunglasses, “Technically I currently can’t see her.”

“Oh pshhh.” Jimin retorts, “I bet you can see Y/N and you’re just trying to hog her all to yourself.”

Taehyung smirks, “Well I can’t say that last one isn’t true.”

Before Jungkook’s girlfriend can have a heart attack from the display, it’s announced that the preparations are complete and that the groom take his place at the front. Taehyung swoops in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek before walking away, relief crossing his features when he can finally yank the giant pair of sunglasses off his face and into some discarded corner.

Soon everyone begins to take their individuals places – Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Chaeyoung, Jungkook and his girlfriend sit right in the front row among all the guests, which includes a mix of Taehyung’s and your own distant relatives. Your aunt decides to take the seat next to Namjoon, eyes watching you with a tender smile when you loop your arm around Jimin’s.

He cheekily grins, “Shall we?”

With a playful smile, you nod. The faint tune is played in the background, a bouquet tightly clutched within your hands. There are rows and rows of eyes glued to you as your dress glides against the silky carpet, but your breath is immediately stolen when your eyes come into contact with Taehyung’s – whose eyes are as widest as you ever seen them.

He’s seen you in white before, working hurriedly by his side as the long hours churned out, hair falling delicately on the side of your face when you’re assisting patients or writing up reports.

But he’s yet to have the opportunity to see you like this – adorned in the pure colour with a ray of joy circling around you, ready to become his and his only until the inevitable end.

It’s everything he’s ever wished for and when you pause right in front of him, glancing at Jimin with a tender smile that he shares before turning to him, expectant yet nervous eyes finding his right away, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

The man on your side begins to sprout out the words that will forever bind you together and the entire time, your eyes stay with Taehyung’s. You wonder if it’s because he’s not wearing his glasses, or how he looks so extremely dashing in his suit, or maybe how his eyes are looking at you as if you were some type of goddess that had just descended down. Either way you can see it and feel it, how everything that has lead up to this one moment flashes before your eyes, how through all the ups and downs, you knew at the end of the day, you’ll be holding his hand with yours.

You can hear the faint giggles of a boy and a girl underneath a mountain of cheery blossoms, you can hear the sobs of a girl parting away from her friend, leaving him behind for what felt like the last time. You can then hear the angry footsteps echoing against the white walls, you can hear the sharp arguments ensuring and you can hear the pure resentment, the pure hatred darkly clouding the air.

And now all you can hear is a voice mumbling that he can kiss you, the same boy that had caused so much joy for you and the same man that had caused so much trouble for you, the same person whose grasping onto your hand like he never wants to let it go, looking at you like you’re his entire world.

When he leans in, so do you, not hearing the loud rapturous sounds of cheers behind you, not hearing the whistles coming from a certain section that contains your shared friends. You don’t hear anything until Taehyung parts from you, close enough to whisper words that have you turning utterly red.

“You’re mine now.” When he catches sight of you blushing, he leans in to kiss you again and you can hear someone gasp, falling into the arms of her boyfriend from the sight.

“So possessive.” You mumble, but you rest your head against his chest as he gently holds you, a radiating smile that doesn’t seem to be disappearing from you anytime soon.

From a distance away, a pair of eyes warmly watches the two of you adoringly, recalling the time he had stumbled into a lecture hall and decided to sit next to you. His memories remember the faint laughter of three kids, leaving the rigorous hours of studying and rushing into the world of adulthood, one of them now making her way to her own path of happiness.

When a lone tear escapes and rolls down his cheek, Chaeyoung reaches out and gently swipes it away, causing him to faintly smile at her when she gives him a knowing look.