#weirdly I don't even feel tired but I bet I will be as soon as I clock in

[filet-o-feelings]

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[she-rambled-but-they-were-true]

rant time

Listen I'm way closer to my mom than I will ever be to my dad, especially over the past few years when I have been at an all-time low, mentally, emotionally, physically and academically. I think she understands that both parents can't be privy to the child's feelings and scold them relentlessly. If my mom hadn't supported me then, I don't know what state I would be in(Maybe they should have done that, i would have gotten marks then).

Anyways the point is my mom is very supportive and though she doesn't understand me all the time, the fact that she even tried to listen to me when I talk is enough to keep me just on the line of losing my sanity.

But I swear there are certain times, which btw they being so petty i can't even...

Today in the afternoon we were both having our lunch at like 4 in the afternoon after coming back from school. We were both extremely tired and drained. While sitting down my mom apparently refuses to have the room temp water right in front of her and instead demands that i get up immediately and bring her the bottle with cool water from the next room over. I was very tired and I just wanted to go crash onto the bed and I was barely keeping my eyes open, I told her that maybe she could manage with the room temp water till I finished eating and then I'd get the water bottle, it would have only taken me 5 mins tops to finish eating. And I didn't say it rudely but in a pretty straightforward way where I told her, I didn't want to get up when I was in the middle of eating as soon as I finish I'll get you the water, meanwhile you can maybe drink from this jug for time being.

She looked at me weirdly and then got up saying "Ami mone rakhbo eta" - "I'll remember this" What??? what does that even mean?? I told her, why would you say that i just said I'll get up after having my lunch and give you the water. But she interrupted me halfway through repeating the same sentence and telling me that i would have either ways not gotten up.

Tell me, what did I do wrong?? I don't like confrontation, and starting one is not something I'd do. She's still being cold as fuck not talking to me like she would normally do, and overall showing as though she's extremely disappointed in me BECUASE I TOLD HER I'D GET UP AFTER HAVING FINISHED MY LUNCH AND THEN GIVE HER THE WATER

You know what, if she wanted to be petty so could I, When I was really young I was feeling thirsty so I asked her to give me the water bottle which was sitting a little out of arm's reach for her. She said no and tole me to get up and get it myself, unlike the earlier case, I didn't have another water source sitting right in front of me, and I didn't want to get up becuase I knew she could EASILY reach over and get me the bottle.

There are so many times where she randomly becomes a hypocrite, so many times where she "gets mad" over the smallest of things and when someone else is in the same situation as her she simply refuses to do what she expects other to.

Anyway, I'm not apologizing because I don't think I did anything wrong, she'll come around when she wants to, I'm way over the age where I have to convince her that I'm the bad guy and she is way over the age to "get mad" about someone not giving her "cool" water. If she doesn't come around well that's on her, honestly, i want to see how long she puts up this play because she does have to live the next two years with me, best bet she'll forget it by Monday so why should I bother, if she doesn't well I dunno I don't have a problem self-isolating and forgetting about the world like I usually do.

[clethos]

day 3 of @mcyt-yuri-week! prompt was hurt/comfort, so i wrote pearl getting injured while fighting mobs and cleo, releuctantly, taking care of her.

fic under cut!

Cleo shouldn't be here.

They're just doing a bit of mining and grinding, waiting for Scott to sleep off his post-respawn slump, and this cave just below them looks promising but it's filled with monsters. Creepers, skeletons, those freaky blue spiders- and Pearl.

Knees bent, hair tied back, she stands in the middle of a decent-sized cave, clutching an iron sword in one hand and a shield in the other. As the small circle of mobs begins to close in on her, she springs into action, expertly dodging a creeper, whirling around to slam her shield into a stray skeleton's ribcage. 

Cleo watches from above, reluctantly impressed. Pearl's a good fighter- they know this, somehow, in the part of their brain that's starting to collect dust. Certainly better than Cleo, in any case. She makes it look easy; like a dance, like something smiling and romantic instead of the sweaty, blood-and-guts affair it is. They can't seem to look away.

And then, in the space of an instant: things start to go wrong.

Pearl, light glinting off her sword as she slashes at a spider, doesn't notice the creeper in the shadows behind her- not until she's sprawled on her back in a crater, momentarily stunned, her sword blown clear across the cave. The sleeve of her hoodie smolders and burns out. The monsters descend upon her.

She's fending them off pretty well with just her shield, but even from here Cleo can see her growing tired, her movements more frantic and less in control. They have to squint to see her, behind the cluster of mobs converging on her like rabid dogs. 

All at once her whole body flashes red, briefly lighting up the ravine.

She's taking damage . Cleo, not quite thinking, leaps down from their ledge, throws down a water bucket as a quick afterthought. Their knees crack weirdly when they land, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

Pearl turns to stare at them. Unfortunately, so does every hostile mob in a twenty-metre radius.

Forgetting their initial plan, Cleo darts forward, grabs Pearl's hand, and starts to run .

---

"Fuck," Pearl wheezes, when they're back on the surface and have a moment to sit down. "Fuck. That little bugger got me, see?" She tugs up the hem of her jeans, revealing a deep gouge in her calf. Blood trickles down and into her left sneaker. Cleo winces.

"A zombie bite? You should get that checked out." As soon as the words leave their mouth they realize how stupid they sound. There's no doctors here. No nurses, no ambulances. No one to save them if nature decided to fuck them over.

"I got vaccinated, actually. I think a couple months ago? So it won't kill me or infect me or anything."

"Sure," Cleo allows, "but you'll be mighty sore come morning. I bet that tower'll be a real pain to climb now, huh?"

Pearl grimaces. "Don't even remind me." And then, quieter: "Thanks. You really saved my butt back there."

"I barely even did anything."

"Well, at least you didn't just leave me there to become zombie food. I think some other people on the server would've."

Her voice cracks on the last word. Cleo doesn't know what to make of any of this. Their head hurts.

"It was just... Because of Scott, you know? He just died, I can't have him already going red."

"Sure," Pearl says, sounding hurt. Cleo almost feels bad. "I guess I better get going now." She stands up abruptly, wincing as her leg almost gives out underneath her.

"Wait," Cleo says. They're surprised to have said it, actually, to hear it out loud in their own voice, but they forge on anyways. "That- that bite's pretty bad. You should bandage it before you go."

---

"You've got to wash it first," Cleo chides. Their not-quite-a-heart is not quite pounding at the proximity, but it comes pretty close. "Did you not know that?"

Pearl's face has gone pale and tightly drawn with pain, but she doesn't flinch as Cleo cleans her wound. "I thought that was one of the steps you could skip."

"It is absolutely not one of the steps you can skip," they say, pulling a roll of gauze out of their inventory. They begin dressing the cut, winding the gauze tightly around Pearl's leg. "Are you seriously going to go back to your Rapunzel tower after this? I was joking earlier, but that really is going to be a pain if you can hardly even walk straight."

Pearl just shrugs. She's sitting up, fingers burrowing into the dirt, her injured leg stretched out across Cleo's lap and the other tucked underneath her body. "Don't have anywhere else to go, do I?"

"What about Martyn? You two seemed pretty chummy on your first day."

"More like my first hour. Did you miss the part where he left me all alone in the woods?"

Cleo, again, doesn't know what to do with the bitterness in Pearl's tone. With Pearl just- here, so close to Cleo, her sword abandoned in the mines and Cleo's own blade resting in its hilt between them. With the longing written on her face, and the hurt bubbling up to the surface.

"Maybe," they say, faux-casually, "you could come up to the ravine with me. Just until your leg heals. It'd annoy Scott," they add, almost panicked, as Pearl's big shining puppy eyes stare unblinking into their own. "It'd annoy the shit out of Scott."

"Yeah." Pearl smiles wide; her sharp teeth flash in the low light. Cleo suppresses a shiver. "I'm down with that."

[veinsandknuckles]

It's a bad life if you don't weaken, pt 6 (Tallahassee/Reader)

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Tallahassee would never bother with a ‘nice merlot’ as long as there was stronger stuff for him to grab, his logic being that percentage won out over flavor every time and that drinking wine, especially named wine, was ‘fucking gay’. (Everyone had given up on trying to check his casual homophobia, but at least he’d traded some of his stronger terms for well... words that weren’t slurs.)

So what you got, after a lot of sulking, was neat rum in served up in clean glasses and cups, none of which matched the other. Tallahassee shook his head at you when you poured the left-over juice from the canned pineapple into yours and Little Rocks drinks, then groaned with disappointment when Columbus shrugged and followed suit.

Little Rock cheered to adulthood and immediately downed her drink. Because of your stunt with the juice, she wouldn’t be able to tell that it was practically a mocktail.

You stole both Tallahassee’s and Columbus’ line by cheering to alcohol and knocked back what you hoped would be the first glass of many. Tallahassee didn’t stop you from reaching for the bottle.

Columbus cheered to life, instantly embarrassing everyone before he clarified that he was being sarcastic.

Tallahassee cheered to tits and guns and freedom. Things deteriorated after that.

Columbus was waiting for you in the hallway with the mop when you left Little Rock’s room. You shut her door as quietly as you could and looked up at him.

“Is she... going to be okay?” Columbus leaned the mop against the wall and smoothed back his hair. You prayed he’d actually used it and not brought it up for you as a hint.

“Oh yeah. She got it all up and out and I helped her clean herself up. She’ll be right as rain after a night’s sleep.”

Little Rock hadn’t had a bad first go at being drunk. She hadn’t embarrassed herself any worse than hitting Columbus in the nose and admitting to you, in between vomiting, that she’d made out with Michael once behind the bleachers so he’d teach her how to hot wire a car. She’d just assumed you knew who Michael was. Or who Michael had been.

Columbus still looked a little worried and his nose still looked swollen, but he tried to smile. “It was so nice of you to take care of her like that. You’d make a really good mom.”

“...what?”

“No, I mean, you... you’re just... good, you know? Nice. A nice person.”

You could see he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him but you were too tired to help him untangle this one. Columbus shut his eyes tight. Eventually you relented.

“Right. Thank you. Thankfully we’ll never have to find out about the ‘mom’ part.”

He laughed and nodded and you’d never seen anyone make it look less natural.

The tension out here was as thick as glue, worse than could be expected after only a weirdly put compliment, and it worried you because hardly any of this tension was radiating from you.

Columbus was... there was no nicer way to put it, he was getting weirder. You’d avoided speculation and this was not when you wanted to go there - you were still buzzed, everyone had had a chance to unwind (all over the stairs in Little Rock’s case) and while you’d counted on having to help the actual child, you absolutely did not want to babysit anybody else. Or their... feelings.

“Well, um. It was still really nice of you and I was just thinking that maybe you could use some a-... some time to relax, too. I got an old tape player working in the rec room, it just needed new batteries.”

Oh, you could picture it alright, more terrible cocktails, tinny top 40 music from back when cassettes were still a thing and Columbus trying to make out with you against a fuss-ball table. You shuddered and pulled your hoodie tighter around you to pretend it was the draft that was bothering you. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t know what he was doing, or that you wouldn’t be willing to teach him. God help him if he found out your real preference... he’d have to accept that when you got quiet and stared out the car window, you weren’t, as he’d apparently assumed, wishing for a life of peace and safety, obscure indie rock and rearing apple-cheeked children but instead daydreaming about crawling into the front seat and choking on Tallahassee’s dick while he was still driving.

You’d been wrong. No attention at all would be better than this. You missed being ignored by Tallahassee.

“That... that sounds so nice, Columbus, but I’m completely wrecked. Can we take a rain check?”

Columbus beamed as if that’s just the words he’d hoped to hear. You’d been too nice, you’d made your negative much too ambiguous.

“Rain check, yeah, of course! The rec room isn’t going anywhere. Did you check it out yet? It’s pretty cool, totally retro.”

“I bet it is.” You sighed and rubbed your forehead to sell the excuse. Actually, speak of the devil - now you were really developing a headache. “Seems a shame to let the cocktails go to waste though. Mind if I steal one as a nightcap?”

“Of course not, I made them for you. I’ll bring one up for you.”

You had to squeeze past him to get to your bedroom and you heard him draw in a sharp breath. God damn it. You shut your door behind you, leaned on it and nearly slid to the floor, then pulled yourself together. The door opened inwards so you wedged a chair under the handle and sat down on the bed.

Something was different and you looked around, eager for anything else to think about. It took you a few seconds, then you brushed your hand across the bed again and realised it was made, not rumpled like you’d left it, and the sheets were different.

At first you felt sick. You didn’t want to have to elevate Columbus from misguided softie to genuine creep... but he’d been outside, and then with Little Rock in the kitchen all afternoon and evening. Tallahassee had been the only one upstairs.

You pulled the blanket back and leaned down to sniff the sheets. They were clean, a little musty from disuse... and then you caught a whiff of Tallahassee’s cologne.

He’d made your bed. It made you flush hot, even though you remembered that Little Rock’s bed had been surprisingly fresh, too and knew he’d probably just done over all of them to keep his hands busy.

Still. The sheets smelled a little like him and you quickly pulled the pillow over that spot, lest it faded into the night before Columbus’ return. You should not have asked him to fetch you that drink....

The door rattled and you got back up, got the chair out of the way and exited into the hallway. Columbus hadn’t even knocked. You smiled at him awkwardly and then pretended you only just now realised that blocking the door against him was a little odd. “I can’t go to sleep these days unless I know no one can get in...”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

You took the glass from his hand and left it on a table just inside your room. Columbus wasn’t leaving.

“Thank you, Columbus. That was really nice of you.”

“You know you’re safe, right? Me and Tallahassee, we’ll make sure we’re all safe.”

“Never hurts to be a little paranoid.”

He tried to laugh that off, and you looked down at your hands.

“Well... Goodnight, alright?” Take the hint. Please, take the hint. He was still there. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

Columbus leaned out, gave two awkward finger guns and you couldn’t help laughing even if you were uncomfortable. That was a mistake, because Columbus must have read somewhere that women go for men that make them laugh and he leaned in with one hand on the wall next to your ear and kissed you.

You’d never expected him to just go for it like that... and his other hand was actually on your arm, making it difficult for you to slip away. His breath tasted like pure alcohol. He’d never been a big drinker. You weren’t sober yourself so your reaction time left something to be desired; finally, and it felt like it’d taken an age, you overcame your surprise and pushed him gently but firmly away from you.

“Columbus...” You kept your voice at a whisper because the last thing you wanted was to embarrass him any more than you had to.

“I... that was wrong. Right? I misread you.”

“Yeah. You did.”

He nodded, quickly, head bobbing up and down as if that could dislodge his blush. “It was too soon. I get it. I’m sorry.”

You drew a deep breath. You really hadn’t wanted to have to do this, but now the situation had become too dire for hints. “Columbus, I’m sorry, but it has nothing to do with time. I just don’t think of you that way. And I’m never going to.”

He stared at you. First he looked confused, then almost angry, then lost. “...Why? I mean, why not?”

“Come on, you don’t really want me to answer that.”

“Oh.” He stepped back further and smiled, stiff and proud and this time definitely a little pissed off. “No, I get it. I’m just a skinny nerd, what would you want with me? You should hold out for Mr. Perfect, I’m sure he’s right around the corner.”

As if your taste wasn’t a good enough reason... you drew yourself up a little too. He wouldn’t force you to apologise again, or to give him an explanation that he’d like better. He was drunk and disappointed, sure, but that would only excuse him for so long. “You’re too good a person to want someone who’s just settling for you, or someone who’s with you out of pity.”

“Good guy, that’s me.”

“Don’t start.”

Columbus sucked in a deep breath through his nose and when he exhaled it, his anger left with it. “You’re right. That was a shitty thing to say, I’m sorry.” He rubbed his eyes and added. “I’m so drunk, still... as it turns out, rum is strong stuff.”

But he’d used up all your patience by now so you just nodded and moved back towards your door. “Then go sleep it off. I’ll forget this ever happened as long as you take me at my word and don’t try anything like that again.”

This time, you did slide to the floor when you got back into your room. You sat there for a long time with your arms around your knees and you didn’t cry.

---

Well, it had happened. It’d finally happened.

The two of you had been much too busy to hear him step out onto the landing, and if you’d heard him go back into his room or shut his door and realised you’d had an audience, it wasn’t his problem.

Tallahassee stared at the bottle in his hand. For a moment he meant to chuck it at the wall, but someone would be bound to come running to chew him out for causing noise. And it was still half full. It’d be a shame to waste it.

He would’ve punched a pillow instead, but that’d never done any good for anybody. He stalked to the window and looked down at the abandoned car - maybe the keys were still in the ignition. He hadn’t had time to unpack his own stuff yet, he could just grab his bag and bail, let these idiots fend for themselves and see how they liked it.

But no, he couldn’t do that, not to Little Rock. That boy must have some well hidden talent for manipulation because he’d known just what to say to make Tallahassee start to think of her almost as if she was his own daughter. And now he’d gotten under your skin, too.

Tallahassee had spun on his heels the instant he saw you two locking lips and he couldn’t get the image of it out of his mind. God fucking damn it, his own room was right next yours. Any minute now he’d have to listen to the headboard bouncing off the wall and the two of you doing your best to keep quiet.

Only light at the end of the tunnel was that there was absolutely no way it’d last long. He snorted. Columbus might as well have ‘adult virgin’ tattooed across his forehead and Tallahassee would eat his own hat if that pipsqueak lasted more than a minute.

That wasn’t much of a positive. Because it’d still mean someone other than Tallahassee was fucking you, holding you... finishing in you. Maybe if the kid was bad enough at it, you’d tire of him eventually. Want something real. Someone who’d know what to do with you...

God, that was a real low thought. Tallahassee took a deep drink, ran his fingers over his face and groaned. Definitely starting to lose it, the old him would never have gotten this twisted up over a woman. Maybe he should take that car for a joyride, find some zombies to cut down and -

Someone knocked on his door. Oh, great.

“Now’s really not the time,” he growled. There was a creak as whoever it was shifted their weight from one foot to the other. Then your voice, soft and quiet, replied with a “please.”

You looked as if you were about to cry. Or like you were pissed off, it was hard to tell sometimes. Tallahassee stared down at you, completely non-plussed, then leaned out of the doorway but there was no one else on the landing. “Uh... yeah. Fine.”

You slipped past him barefoot and he, very gently, closed the door and gestured to the bed, the only piece of furniture in here for you to sit on. As it happened, he gestured with the hand still holding the bottle. Oh well. The floor probably could do with being disinfected. He watched you impassively as you padded over and sat down with a shiver, then held the bottle out to you. You took it, drank, made a face and then settled back down to looking tired and miserable.

“I leave you people alone for five minutes and this is what happens, huh?”

If you’d been a friend or a lover, hell, even a kid, Tallahassee would have known what to do. He’d stroke your chin and lift it up so you would look at him and then he’d pull you close, let you give him your weight and keep still and gentle while you cried or talked out your worries. But you were none of those things. The only thing he could offer without crossing any boundaries was words. Of course, he wasn’t comfortable with that kind of talk and you didn’t really look ready to spill your guts unprovoked.

“Come on,” he managed at last. “Romeo couldn’t have been that bad, could he?”

[kpopimaginee]

Forced Relationship ●PART 2●

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Let's read part 2:

❓💬 NCT Taeyong x female reader

❔💬 PART 2: no warnings ✕

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Today is the day I will meet with Taeyong for the first time on MAMA Music Awards. I searched his name over and over again stressing about our future relationship. I was worried about a lot of things, one of them was what that a lot of people on the internet told that he is homosexual:

"Honey, of course, he is gay, he cuddled with Ten on this video, here take a look: [...]",

"Maybe he is bisexual, why do you asses someone's sexuality so fastly...", "I don't care! Who cares if he is gay OMGGGG"

*I read a lot... I just didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with me... I don't care about myself, I can suffer...*

*I bet he is thinking about me too. Or maybe he is doing something important and he doesn't have time for stupid things.*

*On the MAMA Music Awards*

*The backstage*

Ruby: Are you ready to meet your prince?

Ruby pushed me in the arm.

Annie: Stop talking about it, you will stress her out!

Y/N: Ahhh girls I'm really scared.

Annie: You see? She is already worrying enough.

Jade: Oh my God, it's only a booooy, stop making so much fuss about it. You are going to be fine. If he tries something on you, we will find him and-

Annie: And tickle him.

Ruby: Tickle him.

Y/N: No tickling needed!!-

Manager #1: Girls it's time for you to take sits! Follow this man, he will tell you where to go!

My manager: Heads up!

My manager stopped me by putting a hand in front of me:

My manager: I made sure that NCT and Taeyong will sit just behind you girls. It's going to be okay, take care.

Y/N: I know it is, thanks to you. Good luck Manager.

I and girls headed to our places. We walked by the stage.

Y/N in your mind: *OH MY GOD I SEE TAEYONG!! I will not tell girls, they will think I care only about him 24/7.*

Annie: I see our sits!

*Oh God, walk straight, head up*

Ruby: Our managers made sure that we have a nice view of a stage!

I noticed Taeyong looking at me. I took only a glance and tried to look like I don't see him.

His stare is really intimidating. I feel he is looking at me all this time. He must know that it's me.

We greeted everyone and so do they.

I sat just in front of him.

*Oh no, we sat so close to each other he can literally frickin' smell me, I can't sit comfortably*

I tried to look classy and confident, just how they taught me to be.

Some guy walked to us and asked in English: "Hello, here is water for you girls"

Y/N: "Khansamnida"

The guy walked to other and I heard a deep voice say:

"Khansamnida"

*Oh God, that was Taeyong's voice.*

I started trembling.

Jade: Y/N, are you okay?

This question made me shy as Taeyong could here me.

Y/N: Of course, I just need to drink some water.

I took a sip of water.

Ruby: I wonder where your ...

Y/N I started to speak at the same time as her so Taeyong can't hear her. I predicted that she will talk about him.

"...guy... OMG IS THAT BLACKPINK... is"

I shouted and pointed my finger at Jisoo.

*OMG I shouted so loud, Taeyong must think I'm a girl released straight from the zoo*

*Quickly! I need to act cute*

I turned my head to Ruby and started poking her dimples.

Thank God Ruby played along with me.

*Situation under control*

The show started. We were having fun and I stopped worrying that much about Taeyong being at my back.

We danced to BTS, EXO and Momoland.

And now was time for blackpink's performance.

I started to dance, maybe more like move my hands while we were sitting, along with "Kill This Love".

I had so much fun. Suddenly the camera pointed at me dancing to the chorus:

LET'S, KILL THIS LOOOVE

I saw myself on the screens. Abruptly I saw Taeyong behind me happily laughing and clapping his hands to my dancing with the NCT and Stray Kids. I got embarrassed and put my hands over my mouth. Everyone started laughing at my cuteness (of course they were laughing positively)

Everyone was having a good time as Annie's manager walked to us telling that we need to prepare for our performance.

We walked backstage to our room. We changed our dresses to clothes for performing. My costume looked like this:

I felt really uncomfortable. But stylist assured that I need to wear this and that stage costumes and makeups need to be visible to bring us more recognition.

My group gathered to an exit to stage. We waited for Seokjn and Chanyeol to announce our song in Korean. We still didn't know the Korean language that well so one woman that was working for preparing this show stood next to us so she can gesticulate when it's our time to go.

We heard our groups name and the woman pointed at us to go on stage.

Everyone cheered when we appeared on the stage.

When I'm on stage I don't care about anything but performing as good as I can.

The music started. I heard fanchants even when I had in-ear monitors on. That was a fantastic feeling to be appreciated so much in a country that has such a different style from ours.

I'm a singer, rapper and dancer in my group. It seemed that the audience cheered louder on my parts of the song. I was happy about that only because I wanted to seem good in Taeyong's eyes.

Our song finished and we walked from the stage.

Managers:

"You guys were just incredible!!"

"Good job"

"That was amazing"

"Great high note Jade!"

I was so proud of the girls. We did our best.

We changed our clothes again and went to sit in the same seats. Everyone looked at us. I saw Johnny and Mark whispering to Taeyong. I quickly went shy as I was sure it was about me. They greeted us again.

Later it was NCT 127's part to perform "Cherry Bomb".

Everyone was excited and screaming as they started to sing. I looked at Taeyong the whole time. He was beyond perfect.

Later the performance ended and I still didn't speak to Taeyong.

We were living in Seoul in a fantastic apartment.

As soon as I walked through the door I wiped my makeup and went to sleep. We all did. We didn't even talk as we were so tired.

Suddenly I got woke up by someone. I slept so hard that when I saw my manager waking me up I got scared and screamed.

Manager: Shhhhhh

I saw my friends still sleeping like rocks.

Manager: Oh God, I didn't want to scare you so much, I'm sorry!

Y/N: It's ok... But what happened?

Manager: It's time for a meeting with Taeyong.

Y/N: What are you talking about! What time is it?

Manager: Shhhhhh

Manager: It's 5 AM

Y/N: Whaaaat?? Why so early?

Manager: Come one, dress up, I will tell you later.

I quickly dressed up and put just a little makeup on.

Manager: Wear this.

He handed me a black mask on my mouth.

Y/N: Why do I need it?

Manager: No one can see where are you going. Your relationship must be totally discrete.

Y/N: Alrigh-

Manager: Also- wear this cap and those glasses.

I didn't say anything, I just wanted to have it all done.

So we went to SM Entertainment.

I slept all the way there.

When we arrived, the first thing I saw was a really weirdly shaped building. But when we walked in there my jaw literally dropped. It was so modern and fancy I couldn't speak.

Manager: Hello, we had an appointment with Mr. H-...

I was so amazed by the interior I stopped listening to the conversation between my manager and the receptionist.

Receptionist: ... Room 519.

Manager: Thank you! Y/N let's go.

We used an elevator. I wasn't scared earlier but now my heart started to beat really fast. I was sweating too.

Manager: Here that's the floor.

Manager: Wow they have a really good taste...

We looked at every painting there was. The whole corridor looked really innovative.

Manager: Here we go- room number 519, let's knock.

The end of part 2