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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter two

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love

word count: 6.1k+

warnings: This chapter in particular is written from Yoongi's perspective, oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of body shaming by Hybe executive, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, light fighting between members (literally crack), Namjoon has a little crush, Oc being a total boss at work bc she is amazing at her job, and cute & meaningful Yoon and OC interactions that make them finally start bonding (a little flirty too, hehe) 😉

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: CHAPTR TWO IS HERE! GOD...the slow burn exists outside the series too with me not updating for two months. I'm sorry guys but TYSM for your patience! I'm VERY excited to release this chapter bc I think Yoon & Oc are super cute, hehe. Okay anyway, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Yoongi stands with his hands placed loosely on his hip, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. The seven of them had been practicing choreography for their new RUN BTS song nonstop when Jimin called for a much-needed, fifteen-minute break. There’s a part of him that’s thanking the younger for it and another that’s wishing he hadn’t, as every moment left alone with his thoughts is spent decoding his last encounter with you at the cafeteria.

Why had you made such a beeline for the exit the moment he was waved over by his member?

You also completely ignored his attempts to greet you on your way out. He only stopped by the cafeteria to slip an orange in his pocket before returning to his studio. He didn’t mean to intrude or incite that you had to leave with his sudden presence.

Taehyung assured him that you merely left to tend to work matters, which he’d typically sum as hyper-fixation with one’s work as he’s prone to do the same, but this felt different at its core. Your behavior seemed more intentional than that. The last thing he wants to do is misread the whole situation, but he must’ve done or said something to cause your uneasiness.

“Hyung, how did the album meeting go this morning?” A clear voice comes from Yoongi's left as his fellow band member, Namjoon, strides next to him, water bottle clenched in his fist. Like himself, large droplets of sweat dots around the man’s brow. The minor interruption shakes Yoongi out of his slightly dazed state.

“Went well.” He takes a big swish of his own water before screwing the cap back on. “We reviewed everything in three hours and the album looks better than I anticipated. There are a couple of promotional strategies that still need finalizing, but I’m pretty confident about it overall.”

“That’s great, man. __-nim’s been doing good work with TXT for the last few years, so she’s definitely suited for the job. I thought about requesting her help to promote Indigo but the timing of it all didn’t work.” Namjoon’s voice drops an octave at the last part, as if remorseful for more than a missed professional opportunity.

“Ah, maybe your next album hyung,” Jimin suddenly chimes in, slapping the taller man on the shoulder from the side. “I have a feeling you and __-nim would work well together. Think about it, you’re both natural born leaders and you’re smart too. I bet __ -nim has as high of an IQ as you.”

Namjoon’s cheeks flush with the faintest tint of rose as Jimin flashes a knowingly cheeky grin. Yoongi, of course, witnesses the entire exchange, the slightest part of him feeling uprooted by the thought of his band member and new marketing manager suddenly hitting it off. He decides not to comment on the matter, choosing to remain in ignorance instead. This is all speculation, right?

Now that they’re all on the subject of his album though, it gets him thinking that maybe he’s been too narrow viewed regarding the reason for your off putting behavior at lunch.

D-Day’s release has become a consuming priority lately, with everyone involved worked to the bone. Aside from himself, you’ve been bearing the brunt of it. He’s appreciative of course, considering the album holds a deep sense of meaning to him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it to be perfect. A little pushback during the first proposal is natural, yet he did get more resistant toward ideas during this morning’s meeting than anticipated. Perhaps some of his nitpicking was unnecessary, adding to your already heavy load.

Yoongi’s head feels worse the longer he entertains the possibility. He doesn’t want to make the first time working together a complete whirlwind, especially this early. A strong, healthy partnership starts with trust, safety, and mutual respect. The same philosophy can be applied to relationships of varying natures. That reminds him—since when did Taehyung and you become so close? He’s been ruminating over it all afternoon, like a jigsaw puzzle he can’t solve.

It’s odd how little he knows.

“I heard someone mention __-nim over here. I want in.” A small grumble leaves Yoongi’s lips as Jungkook pushes next to him, displeased by how tiny his space bubble has gotten due to the huddle his members have formed around him. Just why the hell is everyone so interested in his new marketing director? That's what he wants to know.

“Can you introduce me to her sometime hyung?" Jungkook pleads. "I’m thinking about releasing an album in the next year and it’d be great if you could hook us up…yknow?”

Oh, Yoongi knows. He knows exactly what this young buck is insinuating, but it isn’t mating season yet and even if it were he will do no such thing as to “hook them up”. Besides, his conscience tells him that you wouldn't be interested in the company of a younger man anyway—not that your dating life is any of his business or anything.

“Get in line Jungkookie, behind Namjoon. He needs her for his album first.” Jimin squeezes down on Namjoon’s muscular shoulders with both hands, shaking him just enough to hype him up. His hands are removed seconds later when he’s told to knock it off.

“That’s enough about this, okay? I’m pretty sure Yoongi-hyung is the only one who actually needs __-nim right now because, in case you dumbasses have forgotten, D-Day is set to release in April,” Namjoon scolds the two with a commanding tone. Jungkook, per usual, remains persistent in his original request and keeps his full attention on Yoongi.

“Anyway hyung, as I was saying, I know your album takes priority so I’m in no hurry to meet her. I can be pretty patient as you know-“

“Heh, that’s a lie.”

“Shove it Jimin, no one’s talking to you.” Jungkook’s eyebrows scrunch together as Jimin snorts helplessly next to Namjoon.

“You shove it Kook,” Jimin counters. “And stop trying to date __-nim! Find your own woman!”

“I’m not trying to date her! She's my noona for gods sake! Do you think I’m oblivious to how the public reacts to idols dating? Also, __-nim is a Hybe employee, not an idol. I can only imagine the type of scandal the media would spin it as.”

“Right, we all know you actually just want to take her to your bed instead,” Jimin interrupts for the umpteenth time. “Our handsome leader, on the other hand, is interested in her professional abilities. We can learn a lot from him.”

“Why are you always trying to start a fight with me Jimin? Is it because I can take you, now that I've been building up more muscle?” Jungkook’s accusations earn him nothing more than a sea of eye-rolls until Jimin lunges himself towards him, puffing out his chest the best he can to size him up.

Namjoon rubs his face with a hand, a clear visual display of his exhaustion. He’s been moderating these stupid squabbles for nine years now. “Alright very mature, biggest boy band in the world and this is what it’s come to? Amazing, congrats to everyone for winning the award for most-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Seokjin interjects, effortlessly shouting over everyone while waving his hands. “My brothers…why are we fighting over here like a couple of peacocks? We are all beautiful in our own, individual ways. Mine, for example, is my handsome face.”

“For the love of god hyung, we’re trying to settle something. Go take your inspirational pep talk elsewhere!” Jungkook bends his knees, swooping down to throw Jimin over his shoulder but he misses when the man starts tickling him ruthlessly.

“St-ah-stop it Jimin!"

“You stop it, you frickin’ brat! Trying to take advantage of our hyungs for your own selfish gain.” Jimin then slaps Jungkook on the ass which does not go unappreciated as Hoseok cackles from the other side of the room. Up until this point, he’s been scrolling on his phone, completely unbothered by the chaos. As Hoseok nears the action, Jungkook delivers a swift kick to Jimin’s rear end.

“Ow, what the fuck Kook?!” Jimin tries soothing the sting by massaging it with his hands. “You little prick!”

“Oh come on, I barely hit you. Gaining sympathy points won’t help this time, plus I see you trying to hide a grin. You think this shit is funny. You’re sick you know that?”

Jimin makes a move to return the kick to his youngest member but ends up hitting a far taller, and leaner subject instead. Taehyung, who just returned from the bathroom, throws a hand over his abdomen and grunts from the sudden impact.

“What is—shit Jimin that really hurt!” Taehyung’s baritone voice echoes off the walls as he winces from the pain. He takes a few deep breaths, then viciously eyes the two brawlers followed by the rest of the room. “What the hell is going on? I heard you all talking about __-nim from the hallway. Yoongi-hyung here is trying to kick off his album and tour, which we are supposed to be celebrating over drinks this Friday, but here you are arguing with each other and who has the biggest dick. Well, you can all put it away because as __-nim’s best friend, and number one wingman, only I’m allowed to set her up with someone and it won’t be with any of you! Sorry hyung…” he looks at Namjoon who appears to have brushed the comment off.

As soon as Taehyung ceases his mini-speech, eery silence sets in. Hoseok is the first to dare say a word.

“Uh, so what’s this about being her best friend Tae?”

“Yeah, I had no idea either.” Jimin quirks his head to the side, awaiting the details.

“Same,” Namjoon adds in a short breath.

“What happened to us, man?” Jungkook pouts at Taehyung, a total 180 from moments ago when he was in an unsolicited sparring match with Jimin. “You used to share everything with me. Now you’re holding out on me. Since when did you and __-nim start hanging out?”

Yoongi’s ears perk up for the first time since all the commotion began, curious to hear Taehyung’s response. He only recently discovered the blossoming friendship hours ago and even then, it was a brief inside look.

“I didn’t think to mention it but yeah, we started talking since her first day at Hybe. I bumped into her on the way into work, early morning for both of us. I expected her to be a bit on the reserved side, considering she was a new hire, but she was quite friendly. The more we talked, the more I felt like I knew her as if a childhood best friend I’d reconnected with.” Pausing, he wets his lips before continuing. “We share a lot of our meals together now, like our lunches during the weekday. Her food tastes amazing by the way. I think she missed her calling as a chef but it’s more than food— it’s a love language, a labor of love.”

“Wow, you two sure are connected,” Hoseok speaks first again, seeing the rest of his members working to process the new bit of info.

“Platonically, yes.”

“This’ll be good for Yoongi-hyung and his album then! No bad blood exists here!” Hoseok shifts his gaze between Taehyung and Yoongi, pleased with the outcome. The older of the two remains speechless, yet it’s far from a dazed expression. Yoongi is instead deep in thought, the wheels turning in his head.

So maybe it’s true that birds of a feather flock together, he hums to himself. The two of you seem to be social butterflies with a vase full of commonalities. He, on the other hand, prefers his solitude. That’s not to say he’s a hermit or anything though. Hybe hosts a company-wide New Year’s Eve party every single year and he’s made his best effort to attend them all. He mainly mingles with his members, but he still makes sure to small talk with other coworkers. Come to think of it, did he even see you at last year’s New Year’s Eve party?

He can’t remember much from the night except Seokjin scolding him for not wishing him a happy birthday the minute the clock struck midnight. He was a bit tipsy at that point. Taehyung disappeared soon after to make his usual rounds, stopping to chat with everyone in his path. Maybe he took off to talk to you during that time.

Okay, he really needs to stop thinking about you.

"Just to confirm, is everyone still on for Friday night to celebrate D-Day?" Jimin pipes. "I booked us a good place to have some food and drinks.

Taehyung nods, "I am, as long as it's not the same place we saw our CFO and his much younger date feeding each other. I couldn't eat for the rest of that night."

Jungkook fakes a gag before replying. "I'm sorry but does anyone know how is he still working here? Guy creeps me out."

"I swear, I couldn't agree more. Just yesterday he made an egregiously body-shaming comment toward __-nim to someone else on the board. She kept a brave front when she told me, but I'm damn tempted to get him removed from his position myself!" Taehyung's nostrils flare as he shares his frustration, fingers digging into his hips.

Yoongi takes a final chug of his water before abruptly tossing the bottle on the floor. A sharp crack resounds through the space, instantly commanding the authority of the room. “Fifteen minutes is over,” he gruffs. “It might be twenty minutes with all the bickering earlier. We don't have time to be talking about this anymore.”

“Come on now," Hoseok says. "Didn't you hear what Taehyung said? Our CFO really is a class-A jerk. I feel so bad that __-nim has to put up with his bullshit, she doesn't deserve it." His eyes frantically search the room, hoping to rally support.

"Don't worry about that asshole," Yoongi assures, "I'll handle it." He strides over to his choreographed position on the dance floor as if a leader in his own right, the rest of the members following in his steps.

"Just don't kill him, hyung," Namjoon says, resting a hand on the older's shoulder from behind. Yoongi merely snorts lightly in reply.

Yoongi is dead tired, his feet feeling heavier the minute he stands from his studio chair. He could have left hours ago, but here it is nearly 9:30 at night, and he's only just leaving the office.

As he shuffles down the hallway towards the elevator, he notices the eerie silence. It's thick, almost palpable. There's not a soul left in the building this late at night. When the elevator doors open, he leans casually against the metal rail, closes his eyes, and mentally retraces his day.

Overall, it was a decent day, he thinks, productive at best. Skipping dinner to work on his album tracks was an easy decision, but he might be paying for it now given the intense growling of his stomach. Despite his songs being considered perfect by his members, he can't help but tweak each one a final time. It's as if his gut tells him there's still a piece missing from the whole.

All at once, the elevator comes to a sudden stop. Yoongi's eyes shoot open, anticipation flooding his senses. Is someone still here? He listens intently, straining to hear any sound over the faint hum of the elevator. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, the elevator doors slide open to reveal an empty, dimly lit hallway. It's the 16th floor. He hesitates for a second, peering into the shadows, but there’s no sign of anyone. Strange.

Just as the elevator doors begin to close, Yoongi hears a distant, unmistakable voice. "Please hold the door!" you plead, your voice strained with urgency. He responds immediately, stretching out an arm to block the door. "Thank you so much," you say, slipping in beside him, your bag thrown over your shoulder.

Yoongi watches as you enter, curiosity in his eyes. It seems you were of like mind tonight, working late and likely burdened by the extra work he caused for you. The feeling of tension is as clear as it was yesterday, lingering as a reminder of the unspoken discomfort between you both.

But then again, there's that issue Taehyung mentioned, looming in his thoughts. He hadn't realized you overheard the horrendous comment his CFO made about you. No wonder you hurried away from him like a bat out of hell yesterday; you knew he knew. He wouldn't dare shine a light on the situation and risk embarrassing you further; no one needs to relive such a belittling experience. Yet, he's wrestling with the right words to say.

"Heading home, Min PD-nim?" You surprise him by speaking first, voice firm with a touch of gentleness.

Yoongi allows a faint smile to tug at the corners of his lips, hoping it'll relieve some tension. "I am, it's been quite a day. What about you?"

You nod, shifting the bag on your shoulder. "Same here. Just had to wrap up a few things before heading out."

He hesitates for a moment, noting how you speak as if it were only a few minutes past five or six in the evening. "I understand. I was working in my studio up until now. I should be back up there tomorrow too," he says, then chuckles lightly, "Sometimes I feel like I should just live up there."

You return the subtle laugh and smile softly at him, your light brown eyes catching his dark ones. It feels like the same prolonged gaze you shared upon first meeting, yet now, it's somehow become easier; perhaps a hint of familiarity.

"By the way," he continues, seizing the opportunity, "feel free to call me Yoongi-ssi. I'm not that formal in case you didn't know." He playfully gestures to his casual attire; tan cargo pants, grey plaid button-down, and sneakers.

You seem hesitant towards the request at first, evident from your delayed response. "Are you sure?" you choke. "I don't want to over step my boundaries."

"There's no need to worry about that," he assures. "We're on equal level aren't we? If we're going to be working side by side for the next eight months give or take, I want us to feel comfortable with each other. Please, call me Yoongi-ssi."

"Okay, I might need some time to get used to that," you say, head nodding, "I'll try calling you Yoongi-ssi from now on."

"There's one other thing too," he pauses, "since we'll be working on D-Day's promotion from start to finish, I'll have many of my own opinions. It's a natural instinct for me, but I don't want to be a hinderance. I don't want anyone else giving you issues either, so I'd like to hear your full thoughts on matters, especially when it comes to important decisions."

"That means a lot Yoongi-ssi, thank you. I'm very grateful that you'd allow me to be a part of this and I'd very much like us to have an equal partnership. This is your album though, so I want to make sure it gets the recognition it deserves in the way you'd prefer."

Yoongi glances at the floor numbers displayed to the right of the elevator doors. Any second now and you'll reach the lobby. He wouldn't mind talking longer, but letting you both get a decent night's sleep is the far better idea at this point.

"I trust that D-Day is in the right hands with you, __ssi," he replies. "It's why I recommended that we work together to promote it in the first place. Bang PD was also confident in the idea. We don't doubt your expertise for a second." He pauses when the elevator doors slide open and allows you to be the first to exit. "Have a good night, okay?"

For the first time, you reciprocate the wish with a full, illuminating smile. It's not a professional one, Yoongi notes, its a real one—as genuine and sincere as his words. He takes it as a sign that the tides may finally be turning for the better. "You too," he hears you say before you push through the large revolving doors and step into the cool night air.

In the evenings that follow, Yoongi finds himself back in his studio as promised, a glass of whiskey in hand. He ultimately decided that if he was going to be here until all hours of the night, he might as well have a cold beverage to keep him company.

As he leans back in his chair, swirling the dark amber liquor in his glass, his mind inadvertently wanders to you. Were you downstairs again? Were you here with him? It would seem that given your unexpected late-night encounter in the elevator, the validity of the idea wouldn't be all that wild or far-fetched.

With each passing minute, as the clock inches closer to the late hours, he finds himself circling back to the same thought. It's as if the possibility of running into you has become a highlight of his night.

Just then, a deep and familiar voice interrupts. "Burning the midnight oil again, hyung?"

Startled, Yoongi looks up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, a sympathetic smile on his face. Despite it being almost 9 at night, his younger member is nothing short of flawless in appearance.

"Yeah, working on my tracks," Yoongi replies, offering a small smile in return. "What are you doing here?"

Taehyung steps further into the room, hand tucked in his pocket. "I wanted to stay late to keep __-nim company, but I'm not sure how much longer she plans on staying tonight. I was on my way out when I figured I'd stop by to see you too."

"Well, thanks for thinking of me. Want a drink?" He offers, nodding towards the nearby whiskey bottle.

"No, thanks," Taehyung declines politely, shaking his head. "I'll let you enjoy your whiskey in peace. Although, __-nim might take you up on that same offer one of these days. She has a strong taste for it, as you do. Anyway, I'm heading out. Don't overdo it with your music, hyung, they're already perfect."

Once Taehyung leaves the studio, Yoongi's previous string of thoughts return to him tenfold.

So you really are here, he muses, and you happen to like the same throat-burning alcohol. Should he venture downstairs and offer a drink? No, that would probably be too much, and he wouldn't want to interrupt you. Maybe if Taehyung were accompanying him, but not alone; he doesn't share enough rapport with you to merit such a spontaneous drop-in yet.

No, he takes another sip of his whiskey, he'll see you tomorrow morning instead; during your morning meeting. But that gets him thinking—he's still yet to decide on whether or not he'll make an appearance on Fallon's show. He’d done it with his members numerous times, but this would be the first time doing it alone. His album would indeed benefit from the exposure, though.

"Damn it," he curses, raising from his seat. "I work my ass off. I work my ass off for it all!" He then sits back down, finishing off the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, the burn soothing his frustration momentarily. With a resigned sigh, he turns his attention back to his music. "Damn it, I guess I'll do it."

If it weren't for his phone notification reminding him of his 10 am meeting on Friday, Yoongi would have missed it entirely. Normally, he never forgets important events, but several late nights in the studio had predictably caught up with him. He feels extremely sleep-deprived today, his memory more prone to blanking than usual. Waking up with a throbbing headache at 5 am, which hasn't dimmed in the slightest, doesn’t help either. Nonetheless, with only ten minutes to spare, Yoongi has no choice but to pull himself together and head downstairs to the conference room.

"Good morning, Min PD-nim," you greet him as he walks through the door. "We're about to start."

Yoongi drags out a chair and takes a seat. You look nice today, he notes quietly to himself. He makes sure to send a small smile your way before returning the warm greeting. "Good morning __-ssi," he says. "I told you we can speak informally didn't I?"

He waits for your response, easily tuning out the startled reactions from the rest of the team. Most high-ranking officials in the organization expected to be addressed formally by those in lower positions, but here he was, openly requesting you to speak as equals. It was almost unheard of during work hours. He was Min Yoongi, after all.

"Right, of course," you reply, "You'll have to excuse me, Yoongi-ssi. It slipped my mind for a moment."

Yoongi watches as you shuffle a few papers in your hand before continuing. "To get us started, I thought we'd discuss the decision to schedule a spot on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Will we be proceeding with this?"

"After mauling it over I think it's a good idea for the album. Do we have an idea of when this would happen?"

"Ideally after the album releases and around the time the U.S. tour begins April 26th. I say we aim for early May. Given Fallon's show's high demand, we'll need to get a jump on this as soon as we can." You shift your attention to your digital marketing and promotions team. "So-hyun, can you reach out to the producers and see what strings we can pull?"

She nods, scribbling a quick note on her writing pad. "We'll reach out today. I'll let you know as soon as we get a response."

"Excellent, thank you. I'm glad to hear you're on board with this Yoongi-ssi. It'll be a great way to promote D-Day and attract a global audience. The more smartly we utilize our resources, the better your album will be positioned in the current market." You take a brief pause to flip through your notes again. "Speaking of resources, we'll need to start booking magazine shoots and interviews. I'm proposing we run cover pages with Marie Claire Korea and Vogue Japan."

Yoongi would be taken aback by the flood of ideas and schedules you're firing at him, all within the first fifteen minutes, if he weren't already aware of your level of competency. This is exactly why he chose you, he hums to himself, your preparedness is impressive, but not surprising.

"I presume this will take place next year?" he asks. "During their spring issues?"

"Absolutely. We'll submit inquiries soon to get the ball rolling, but having the shoots completed now would be premature. Plus, it'll take some time before there are any openings with the companies. I think we should be consistent with tour dates and have Marie Claire go out in May and Vogue ready in August of next year."

"Okay, I'm fine with all that but we'll need to have something exciting released now, don't we? I know I start my weekly lives tonight, but shouldn't there be something more we can do?"

"I agree," you reply. "That's why I wanted to propose a brand new idea that came to me a couple of nights ago while I was drafting promotional content. Anytime idols release a new album or music, it gets published on YouTube, right?"

He nods, curious on where you're heading. "Right."

"Why don't we start a talk show with you as the host Yoongi-ssi? It can allow your fans to see another side of you, as well as the general public. We can invite your BTS members as guests where you can discuss music or past challenges that you've had to overcome—the choice is yours. To make it more interesting for viewers, you can have these frank conversations over a glass of whiskey or soju."

"I like the idea," he says, weighing it in his mind. "What would the timeline look like for this?"

"If we move forward with the idea, I suggest December 5th and we continue it for a max of two months. I know that only leaves us with just under two weeks to get started, but creating the set shouldn't take more an a day or a day and a half. We can also easily shoot a 30 to 60-minute video in an afternoon and publish it on YouTube the following week. Of course, a preview of the show will need to go out beforehand."

"Would we be able to invite other guests to the show? Outside of my members, I mean."

"Yes, feel free to invite whoever you'd like. We can start with the member for the first several episodes but ultimately, welcoming a variety of guests from the same or differing industries would be the goal."

"If I may." A member of the social media team suddenly joins the discussion, "I think Kim Namjoon-nim might be a good person to feature first since Indigo releases December 2nd."

Yoongi nods in agreement. "I can ask him."

"That would be fantastic, actually. If his availability is limited, we could have him guest star for the second or third episode instead," you add. "Hoseok released Jack in the Box this summer so we could have him be the first guest as well."

"Do we have a name yet?"

"Suchwita," you answer without hesitation. "It's a play on words with Daechwita."

"Suchwita..." Yoongi repeats, "Time to get drunk." He chuckles at the last few words, amusing the room, but you remain contemplative.

"How about Suchwita...time to drink with Suga, instead? It's simple and has a slight whimsical nature."

"Sure, let's use that," he answers, noticing that you've already begun jotting down the idea. "Yours is better."

Despite the adrenaline from the productive meeting with you and your team, Yoongi still feels the weight of his sleepless nights bearing down on him. His headache remains relentless and he is in dire need of a moment to himself. Once the team disperses, he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way outside. The crisp, early morning air should offer him some relief, along with the pack of cigarettes tucked in his pocket.

When he reaches the building's designated smoking area, Yoongi takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a deep drag as he leans against the cool brick wall. As he exhales, watching the smoke dissipate into the clear sky, his thoughts drift back to the meeting. The idea of hosting a talk show, "Suchwita...time to drink with Suga," still lingers in his mind. It’s an intriguing concept, and he can already envision the relaxed, candid conversations that could come from it.

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the ground nearby.

"Oh, Yoongi-ssi," you say with alarm, obviously startled by his presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll come back lat-"

"There's no need for that. Join me if you'd like." Yoongi watches as you hesitate to accept his offer, your feet already positioned to head back inside the building. "Seriously, there's plenty of room, and no matter what they'll tell you, I don't bite."

He allows himself to smirk as you carefully move beside him, only stopping when there is at least two feet of space between you both.

"Thanks," you say, pulling out your own pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "I needed a break too."

"Rough morning?"

"Just busy," you reply, leaning against the wall next to him. "But the meeting went well. We should be able to get the ball rolling now that we have a more finalized plan. I'm glad you liked the idea of starting Suchwita, by the way."

"I do," Yoongi says, nodding. "It has a lot of potential and I'm sure Namjoon will be more than happy to help us out. He's a natural at this kind of stuff. I guess it's why he's our band leader."

"You know you're good at all of this too, don't you, Yoongi-ssi?" You pause, taking a puff of your cigarette. "Even when you have a lot on your mind and a packed schedule, you have a knack for making people feel at ease. It's why I think producing Suchwita will be such a great way to connect with fans and other artists—you'll be the host."

He chuckles, appreciative of the remark. "You really think that? That I make people feel at ease? It's not what a lot of people assume."

"Nah," you reply, tilting your head up toward the clouds. "They're just on the outside looking in. Those who know you, who are around you and talk to you, will agree that you're a pretty calming presence."

"Well, I think we're not so different then." Yoongi shifts his eyes to your face, still looking up at the sky, and smiles softly. "So, what made you come to BigHit? Didn't you say you worked for Atlantic Records? That's a pretty good gig."

"Yeah, it was. I learned a lot there, and man, I was thrilled when I got offered the job as a brand manager. I've always loved music, ever since I was a kid. I could connect so intimately with the lyrics. Music is one of the few things that could soothe me during rough times, and it still does today. I'm sure you can understand."

Yoongi nods, intent on listening to your every word, intrigued by your story.

"Anyway, sorry about getting long-winded here" you chuckle. "I ultimately decided to move on when Bang PD reached out and offered me the marketing manager position for TXT. It gave me the chance to be a more integral part of bringing music to individuals who need it most. It's like we say, 'music for art and healing.' I'd never had the opportunity to manage a completely new set of musicians before either, let alone a group. Plus, being on the global marketing team? I couldn't turn it down."

"It makes sense why you joined us then, and I have to say, it's a blessing you did too. Music is a way of communication for me, a way I can best express my story. That includes my past, present, and hopefully future. After hearing all you shared, I don't think there's anyone else I'd trust with handling my album promos." Yoongi pauses a moment, unsure if he should ask the next thing on his mind. "How come we never met before? I mean really meet and talk?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. But things have a way of falling into place when the time is right, I suppose." You're now looking at him, the intensity of your gaze mirrors his own. A gentle breeze tousles a few strands of your hair and for a split moment, Yoongi begins to understand what Taehyung meant earlier when he said it feels like he's known you his whole life, like a childhood friend he'd reconnected with. While it may not be to that extent for himself, there's a comforting warmth emanating from you that leaves him feeling strangely tranquil.

"Given the circumstances, I feel like we should have at least met through Taehyung by now," he slips out. "Or even at a company-sponsored event."

"Why, do you like me that much, Yoongi-ssi? After five days of working together?" Your playful tease catches him off guard, revealing a side of you he hadn't seen before. It's kind of cute-wait, what?

"I-"

"Sorry," you quickly interject, feeling the need to backtrack. "I shouldn't have said it like that."

"Don't worry, there's no need for apologies. And to answer your question, I like you enough." He hopes you can hear the tease in his own tone as he responds.

You both lapse into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird. He finds all of it soothing in a way he can't quite explain.

After a few minutes, you turn to him, your expression thoughtful. "You know, if you ever need to talk or just need a break, I'm here. We're teammates now."

Yoongi looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. "Thanks, __-ssi."

You give him a reassuring smile before pushing off the wall. "I'll let you finish your cigarette. See you later? And by later, I likely mean at 9 or 10 pm in our company elevator."

"Yeah, see you later," he laughs, watching as you walk back toward the building. He takes one last inhale, extinguishing the cigarette and letting the remaining smoke escape his lips slowly.

Yeah, he likes you just enough.

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This is a reminder that you aren't a bad person if you feel jealous. You aren't failing if you're jealous.

A lot of people paint jealousy as this terrible thing, but the emotion itself is not inherently bad. It's actually a really normal emotion, and being able to talk about it without being shamed for it can be really important to coping with the feelings.

If you're struggling with feelings of jealousy, that's really valid. Some things you can try and do are:

Find the source of the jealousy. If you're feeling jealous that your friend has a new partner, perhaps the jealousy comes from you feeling you won't ever be able to be in a happy relationship. Or perhaps you remember in the past when another friend started dating, that they stopped focusing on your friendship. Knowing where it comes from can help you figure out how to cope with it. For example, if you're worried you're losing your friend, maybe you focus on seeking reassurance in a healthy way.

Talk about it. For example, if your partner is unintentionally doing things that lead to you feeling jealous, or perhaps someone else is interacting with them in a way where you feel jealous, you can talk to your partner about this. This is a conversation you should have when you have the time for a productive conversation, and when you're feeling calm. It's possible your partner didn't notice the behaviour, or didn't realize that it bothered you so much. This can be a time to re-visit boundaries. Remember that even if your feelings are coming from a place of past hurt that has nothing to do with your partner, it's still okay to talk to them about it. Perhaps you can come up with a solution together, or a way to work on your insecurities. You don't need to just suffer in silence because it's "not their fault."

Talk to another trusted individual. Sometimes talking to someone outside the situation can help. There are times I struggle with jealousy when it comes to my partner. Things like that he gets to spend so much time with his one co-worker, and I feel like she sees him more than I do. Stuff that he can't control. I have talked to him about it, but sometimes, talking to my trusted friend helps. She can validate my feelings but also help talk through them. Her outside perspective can sometimes help me see things differently.

Consider you don't have the full picture. This is relevant in situations like seeing your co-worker on social media posting happy photos of herself and her partner. Maybe you feel jealous that they're always so happy and carefree. But the reminder that you don't actually know that can be important for perspective sometimes. These pictures are just a glimpse into the person's life and it doesn't show the times they may have argued, or are otherwise struggling with issues whether there are issues with each other, or issues like financial stress they need to deal with together.

Practice techniques to get through the moment. When you’re struggling in the moment, sometimes a distraction is what we need to focus. There are a number of different coping skills that can be used like grounding exercises, DBT skills (I recommend looking at tolerance skills specifically) and other things that can help us get through the moment. Sometimes we need to get our attention away from our feelings of jealousy to resist urges we may have that could damage our relationships.

Don’t judge yourself for feeling jealous. This is a normal emotion. It’s not “bad” or “wrong”. It’s a feeling. It’s okay to be human. Learning to accept our feelings can be important to moving on from them.

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sidsinning · 1 year

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UNNECESSARY AND UNHINGED RANT ABOUT CINDERELLA'S CHARACTER FROM CINDERELLA (2015) INCOMING

Lemme talk about Cinderella from Cinderella (2015) for a bit actually yeah because these changes to my girl completely baffle me

She has friends now

Goes outside on her own

Says the only reason why she's staying is because it's her parent's house- bruh.

All of this takes away (+ more reasons down the cut) from the true cruelty of OG!Cinderella's backstory and how it all connects so well to inform you of her character and the actions she takes

OG!Cinderella has been indoctrinated into accepting her life as a maid to her step family since she was a small child. She is never seen going outside of the house besides the night at the ball. The only friends she had were random animals around her she couldn't even fully converse with. She had no other human perspective on her situation or how to get out of it. It makes sense why she's just taking her stepmother's tyranny while holding everything in because this isolation and neglect is all she knows. This is the entire limited scope of her world. A sad reality to many cases of abuse in real life.

And they just. Erased all of this for some. Reason???

The night at the ball was a big deal because she literally NEVER gets to go out. This is the only time she interacts with the outside world aside from the ending. The impact of that was HUGE in the original movie. The new one just cheapened that imo by implying she goes out in town and talks to others regularly. This event was an impossible, fantastical dream come true to someone who is never treated as anything but a servant to everyone she knows.

Basically OG!Cinderella has it way worse which is what makes the ball such a huge deal in the first place.

Third point I don't think I need to explain how Cinderella staying in her abusive home bc the house is "hers to love now that her parents are dead" is not a good character change and doesn't make sense. I would understand if her dad was alive and insisting on staying, but he is GONE. It is a building you grew up in sure, but that's all it is. Not something you sacrifice your wellbeing for. So that's a shit reason they didn't need to make up to say why this character is stuck in her abusive household. The isolation and years of gaslighting were enough. (Also showing how much of a frightening presence and manipulative villain Lady Tremaine is.)

And she sure left it quick after getting hitched lol

The Fairy Godmother having the audacity to test Cinderella with that "oh I'm a poor old woman and I want some milk please" nonsense

Not very godmotherly of her in this version. 🥴 The Fairy Godmother appeared in the original to offer pure comfort to Cinderella in a time of desperate need, when this resilient and kind spirit finally reached her breaking point. The dress, slippers, pumpkin carriage, and magic were all given freely as a present to make her feel better at least for one night.

Meanwhile this goofy ass Godmother has the audacity to be like "hey is she gonna be nice or not even though she's crying in tattered, recently destroyed clothing- I need to see that or else she doesn't get the magic juice". Like why did this become a way to test her morality all of a sudden? Why did you need something from her to give up the magic goods?? It's not even a good test she just walked a couple steps and poured some milk in a bowl,,,

Idk man they made their relationship transactional for no reason which taints the original purpose of this scene imo. The original Fairy Godmother already KNEW Cinderella was kind without having to make sure by disguising herself as a rancid old lady. 😭 Weird and unnecessary addition.

Kinda nitpicky here but this film did not at all match the terror of the torn dress scene which really shows you how horrifying and humiliating it was to Cinderella

Comparison

AND THE BIGGEST OFFENDER: THE WAY SHE "ESCAPED".

I NEED TO TAKE A BREATH

BECAUSE LIKE. WHAT WAS THAT.

Original Cinderella, seeing a real chance of escape from her abuse, uses everything in her possession to do so. She's yelling for the mice to get the key, to get Bruno to chase away the cat, running down to meet the prince's attendants to make sure they get the proof of her identity from her- and that moment she oh-so-casually pulled out the second slipper??? SEEING HER STEPMOTHER'S SLACKED JAW??? GAGGED US ALL.

ICONIC

But 2015. Bitch. What is going on. She gets locked up and easily accepts her doom. She just twirls and sings in her prison like a dunce because cINDerELLa wAs aLReADy cONTenT wIth her sMaLL mOMEnts oF hAPPIneSs anD dREamS wItH thE pRinCE.

Just. Gives up.

Not the mice begging her to get up and save herself come on now

The mice have to do their best on their own to push open her window so the prince and his crew hear her on time.

And yeah, all she had to do was open a window.

WHAT. WHY. HOW. WAS THIS??? MORE EMPOWERING???

1950: use your brain to fight to the very end

2015: quit while you're still ahead, or don't try you just gotta dance and sing all pretty then someone will come along and save you

I'm sorry, but for a production that was so critical of the notion of "Cinderella just waited around for a prince to save her"...is that not literally what they changed the ending to?

You wanna talk about lack of agency in princess stories well here you go 😭

You know what's sad about all this in the end is this is still the best recent live action Disney remake imo LOL

Anyways hello if you've made it all the way down here I rest my case

#disney #cinderella #cinderella 2015 #sidrabbles #rant #i like 1950s lady tremain more but i dont dislike this more sympathetic and character driven take on her either #feels different but not bad #prince is 10000x better no complaints from me #but the bar wasn't that high in the first place so congrats i guess??? LOL RLLY THO THE ACTOR KILLED IT ROB STARK YOU GO GIRL

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An Exhaustive Explanation For Why Qin Su Took Her Life Of Her Own Volition

(Or: For God's Sake, Please Just Let Her Have This One Thing)

Okay, so let's leave aside the fact that Wei Wuxian is an unreliable narrator. At the point in the novel at which he insists that Jin Guangyao must have forced Qin Su to kill herself somehow, Wei Wuxian has also insisted that Lan Wangji would totally hate it if he knew they'd made out while drunk. Let's also leave aside that Wei Wuxian himself will reassess his opinion of Qin Su's death later on, and IIRC says nothing about it either way in the drama, because the people who insist that JGY Definitely Killed Made Her Do That sure do. A narrator being unreliable doesn't mean we can't trust anything they tell us, after all; it just means we need to compare their views to outside evidence, the way you would with a primary source document.

AND WHEN YOU DO THAT

IT STILL MAKES ZERO SENSE

Picture all this from Jin Guangyao's standpoint. Let's assume for funsies that you don't care about your wife who is also your half-sister, and have no compunctions about killing her to keep the incest secret. Wouldn't you just... do that? Wouldn't you kill her the second that little paperman flies away and you hear the alarm?

"He obviously couldn't do that! The paperman saw her alive so it'd be weird if she suddenly was gone!" Yeah, and everyone at the cultivation conference saw her alive when they came into the treasure-and-torture room, and it would be even weirder if she suddenly stabbed herself to death in front of them.

"Ah, but he needed to know who sent her the letter! He can't afford to kill her!" Wow, hey, that's right! You, Evil Jin Guangyao, have just spent the preceding scene wheedling and then threatening Qin Su so she'll tell you who send the letter, and she stood firm the whole time! So forcing her to kill herself in front of everyone when she still hasn't told you that important piece of information would be PRETTY DUMB, wouldn't it? (Almost as dumb as giving her the opportunity to interact with all the people you're trying to keep the secret from, but hey, maybe it took you longer to hide da-ge's head than anticipated.)

"Maybe he'd given up on getting her to tell him anything so her killing herself was to divert suspicion away from him!" Okay, first of all, how is "your wife (whom nobody but you has seen recently) kills herself with no warning" going to make things look LESS suspicious? Second of all, things were going JUST FINE. You hid da-ge's head. People were buying your "this cursed cabinet is where I keep my former boss's soul-stealing knife" story. You haven't even subtly brought up Suibian to change the subject. The narrative misogyny means that nobody has directly talked to Qin Su and "of course my wife also hangs out in our house, lol" is flying just fine as an explanation. You had almost put out this fire! Why would you throw gasoline on it by making Qin Su kill herself?

Honestly, the smartest thing for you to do in this situation would be to knock your wife unconscious and move her to her sleeping chambers or a couch or something in the main part of the palace. That gets her out of sight and renders her unable to talk in a way that won't raise suspicions, and gives you the option of going "omg guyyys my wife is sleeping :( this totally unwarranted search of our home is gonna wake her up :(" to make people leave!

But, okay. Let's shift our perspectives here. Jin Guangyao has a history of making deranged choices when he's in Panic Mode. Maybe his brain short-circuited and, somehow, he decided that MAKE QIN SU KILL HERSELF IN PUBLIC was the best course of action. Wei Wuxian himself tells us that she wasn't under the influence of talismans or anything, so somehow Jin Guangyao convinced her to do this with his words. Never mind that we just saw Jin Guangyao deploy an ungodly combination of feigned ignorance, gaslighting, actual sincerity, veiled threats, and manipulation with zero impact. Somehow, he used his words successfully.

What could he possibly say?

Picture all this, now, from Qin Su's standpoint. Your entire world has been shattered. Your husband who is also your half-brother has been lying to you for your entire marriage, has done nothing to reassure you that he didn't murder your son, and has sealed your meridians to prevent you from fleeing. He then brought you into a secret room in your home that you didn't know existed and which, you discover, houses his sworn brother's severed head. All you know is that you cannot tell Jin Guangyao who gave you the letter because you're certain that he will have her killed. Shit's real fucked and you have nobody to help you.

Now every sect leader in the jianghu--including your husband's remaining sworn brother, your young nephew, and your nephew's maternal uncle--has shown up to search your husband's home. His top priority in this moment is quashing their suspicions so they leave him alone enough to regroup.

One of three things must be true for you.

1.) Your top priority is survival. You don't want to die. If you care about your reputation, you know that you're as screwed as he is if word of this gets out, and unfortunately the only way to survive is to play along with your husband's weird shit, at least for now. In that case, the best way to assure him that you're on his team is to help him assure the other sect leaders that Everything Is Normal And Fine. If you don't want to die, then you're not going to be susceptible to any insistence that you kill yourself.

2.) You're so furious that you don't care what happens to you or your reputation as long as you take Jin Guangyao down with you. In that case, you'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear and then IMMEDIATELY scream to the other sect leaders where Nie Mingjue's head is currently located, or you'd drop the incest bomb yourself hoping that the paperman is somewhere in that room and can back you up, or you'd grab that dagger and stab your husband, or some combination of all three! You're not going to quietly kill yourself at his request, because you've suffered enough for his bullshit!

"Well, maybe he didn't threaten her. She's going to be worried about Bicao and her father. Maybe he threatened one of them!" Yeah, maybe, but that's a threat to get someone to cooperate. You can't make sure they're still alive if you're dead! And if you're convinced that this guy has lied to you constantly for the past 10+ years, you're not going to believe him when he says"kill yourself and I'll be niceys to them." There is nothing at all that he could say to make her harm herself if she hadn’t been so inclined.

And that leaves

3.) You're in such despair that you actively want to die. You can never trust your husband again. You can never trust anyone again, honestly, because he wasn't the only person you loved who kept this secret from you. You don't trust that the other sect leaders will do anything to help you, just as your mother didn't trust that anyone would do anything to help her all those years ago. (When they barge into the palace and walk straight past you as though you were a piece of furniture, your distrust is confirmed.) Maybe, despite everything, you still love your husband too much to kill him. Maybe you fear that, without evidence, he will be seen as an innocent victim and you will be seen as his mad, murderous wife. Maybe you don't care what happens to anyone else, but you know that you don't want to deal with this anymore, and you are the only one you trust to help yourself escape it.

The tragedy of Qin Su is that she is never permitted to make a fully informed decision about her life. At least let her final action be something she knowingly chooses.

#qin su #jin guangyao #should be obvious but this is about novel and drama canons #in this house we do not acknowledge the donghua #mannn what if I made something with that one cassius quote. what then.#that said an IDEAL outcome would be her haunting the shit out of him and then out of everyone else bc THEY CONTRIBUTED #she's not trapped in a dagger she's having a Lucy Gray Baird moment ALEXA PLAY 'YOU CAN'T CATCH ME NOW' BY OLIVIA RODRIGO

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Seventy-Seven

“This will never stop, will it?”

The chaos of the large gathering in the great hall had subsided, the atmosphere shifted to a more subdued setting in the council room upstairs. The sun began to rise outside, casting the first rays of light through the windows, illuminating the somber scene within.

The room was hushed, the tension palpable as members of the council gathered around the table. Gone were the throngs of people, replaced now by a select few, each bearing expressions of concern and apprehension. Worries weighed heavily on their minds, evident in the furrows of their brows and the lines etched across their faces.

Maera stood by the window, her wild brown hair cascading around her shoulders with the striking silver streak running through it. Her locks remained untamed and tousled from the events of the night before, framing her face in a halo of unruly strands. Despite the chaos, her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to make its ascent.

Clad in a black leather dress that accentuated her figure, Maera cradled her pregnancy bump with one hand, the swell of her abdomen a constant reminder of the life growing within her. Beneath the leather, she could feel the gentle movements of her unborn child, a reassuring presence amid the turmoil.

Worry etched lines of concern in her forest green eyes, reflecting the tumultuous thoughts swirling within her mind. The events of the past few hours had left Maera reeling, struggling to process the danger that surrounded her and her unborn child. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained clear to Maera: the looming threat that she and her child would always face.

She turned to face the councilmen, her gaze steady and resolute as it landed squarely on her husband, who sat at the head of the table, staring blankly ahead. “We will never be safe as long as this continues. The Blacks and the Greens,” the Princess declared before the council members began muttering amongst themselves.

Lord Peake and Lord Butterwell engaged in a heated debate about the next steps to be taken. Their voices echoed in the council room, each arguing their perspective with fervor while Maera observed their interactions closely. Meanwhile, Ser Adrian Tarbeck moved marble pieces across the map laid out on the table, his movements deliberate and calculated as he strategized potential maneuvers. Standing nearby, Ser Arryk, Maera’s loyal protector, stood guard at the door, his presence a reassuring presence amidst the tense atmosphere.

Across the room, Lord Vance scribbled frantically on a piece of parchment with his quill, capturing the essence of the discussions and decisions being made. The witch, however, was not in attendance, nor had she been seen since the day before. But that was not important right now.

Despite the flurry of activity around her, Maera found herself unable to tear her gaze away from her husband who sat quietly, his head propped up by his joined hands, his long straight silver hair cascading around his shoulders in loose waves.

His single-eyed gaze was fixed at the table before him, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation as he grappled with the weight of the situation and tried to discern the best course of action moving forward. In the hushed atmosphere of the council room, his silence spoke volumes, conveying the gravity of the moment and the solemn responsibility resting on his shoulders.

As Aemond stood abruptly from his seat, a hush fell over the room, the council members watching him intently as he strode purposefully around the table. Maera’s gaze followed him closely, her forest green eyes tracking his movements with unwavering attention.

With a determined expression, Aemond reached the map of Westeros laid out on the table, his violet eye scanning the detailed depiction of the realm. Aemond reached out and moved one of the green marble pieces across the map from Harrenhall to Dragonstone, an island marked with an array of black marble pieces representing their adversaries.

The Prince folded his arms behind his back, his expression unyielding as he addressed the room. "If they will not fight with honour, then we must play them at their own game," he declared firmly.

Maera's eyes widened in disbelief, her pulse quickening as she struggled to comprehend that her husband was suggesting such a drastic course of action, especially after everything they had endured. "Covert murder?" she questioned, her voice laced with unease.

The councilmen chatted amongst themselves whilst the memory of little Jaehaerys's assassination weighed heavily on Maera's mind. The shock and devastation that had reverberated through their family and the realm served as a stark reminder of the tragic consequences of such acts of violence. And with the recent attempt on their own lives still fresh in her memory, Maera found herself grappling with the grim reality of the situation.

Fiddling nervously with the fabric of her dress, Maera couldn't shake the growing sense of unease and moral discomfort that gnawed at her conscience. The idea of plotting and scheming to kill went against her fundamental principles and values. How could she reconcile such dishonorable methods with her own sense of integrity? And if they were to proceed with the plan, how could she ever find peace knowing she had sanctioned such actions?

Ser Adrian Tarbeck, Maera's brother-in-law, spoke up in support of Aemond's plan, his tone somber yet resolute. "It is unsavoury to speak such things, but it will prevent more battles and bloodshed. It is the only way," he affirmed, his gaze meeting Maera's with a sense of shared determination.

Lord Butterwell dismissed the idea with a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. "Impossible. Rhaenyra and Daemon are no fools. They have surrounded themselves with supporters. No one could get onto Dragonstone undetected," he argued, skepticism evident in his voice.

The Lord was right. Rhaenyra and Daemon had already established the Black council, consisting of Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys of House Velaryon, Lord Bartimos of House Celtigar, Maester Geradys as her Grandmaster and Ser Lorent Marband as the Lord Commander of her Queensguard.

Then of course there was Ser Erryk, the twin of Maera’s own protector. She knew how much it hurt Ser Arryk when his brother flocked to the enemy and swore fealty to them. Not so much relating to the good of the Realm, but on a personal level. His brother, his mirror image, turned against him by picking Rhaenyra, severing the bond between them.

Maera’s gaze fell upon her protector, stationed by the door. She observed the loyal knight’s sturdy frame, hazel eyes, and neatly tied back light brown hair. Despite the gravity of the situation, Maera couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him most of all. His twin brother, who fled to Dragonstone the moment he could with the old King’s crown in his hand, pledging to Rhaenyra and her cause, and securing a place close to her. Then, inspiration struck.

"One person might," she interjected, her voice firm with conviction.

The weight of every gaze in the council chamber seemed to follow Maera’s every step across the room, enveloping her in a palpable silence. The intensity of their collective attention bore down on her as she approached Ser Arryk, who stood steadfast by the door, his presence a pillar of strength amidst the uncertainty that filled the room. His hazel eyes met hers, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as she offered him a sad smile.

"Ser, you have faithfully protected me for many moons," she began, her voice tinged with apprehension. Despite the gravity of the situation and the difficult task that lay ahead, Maera knew that she could rely on Ser Arryk to do what was necessary for the sake of their safety. It pained her to ask him to go against the very principles of the Kingsguard, but she understood that desperate times called for desperate measures. "Now I must ask something abhorrent of you, to keep me and my child safe."

Across the room, a scoff echoed from the elderly Lord Vance. "How will one man kill the Blacks?"

Maera's gaze hardened as she addressed the doubt in the room. "We don’t need them all dead," she retorted, her words sharp with resolve. Turning her attention to Aemond, she sought his validation as his violet eye remained intensely fixed on her. "Just Rhaenyra. At least for now. The cause will die with her."

The murmurs that filled the room shifted, a wave of understanding and agreement rippling through the council members. Aemond's nod of approval solidified their decision, his expression stoic yet supportive as he pledged to make the necessary arrangements. As Maera glanced back at Ser Arryk, she found a silent determination in his gaze, a silent affirmation of his commitment to her cause. With a nod of assurance, he silently accepted the weight of the task ahead.

Not but an hour later, Maera found herself outside in the courtyard, the early morning air was crisp and invigorating, carrying with it the promise of a new day. The sound of bustling activity filled the air as servants and soldiers went about their duties, preparing for the day ahead. In one corner, a horse stood patiently, its saddle freshly polished and its reins held by a stable boy, ready for the knight's departure.

The Princess contemplated the plan that was made by the war council. Her protector would make his way to Dragonstone and once there, pose as his brother. He would blend in seamlessly with the Queensguard, who had no reason to suspect that anything was amiss, before getting Rhaenyra alone and carrying out the task.

Ser Arryk, clad in plain clothes rather than his customary armor, stood beside the Princess, his belongings packed into a small bag strapped securely to his back and his sword on his hip. Despite the gravity of his mission, his demeanor remained stoic and composed, a testament to his unwavering resolve. As the knight made his final preparations Maera spoke up, her fingers tugging nervously at the dark cloak surrounding her.

“I know I need not ask this of you, Ser, but I know the Lords of the Council are rather insistent,” Maera began, her voice tinged with apprehension.“Do not harm the children.”

Ser Arryk regarded her with a raised brow, his expression stoic yet compassionate as he listened to her plea. His gaze softened as Maera’s hand wandered to sit atop her growing pregnancy bump, her green eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears.

“My child was at risk last night, the thought of losing them, even now…” Maera trailed off, her voice wavering with emotion as she struggled to articulate her fears. With a determined shake of her head, she refocused her thoughts. “Rhaenyra need not experience anymore loss before she…”

Ser Arryk offered her a reassuring smile, his understanding evident in his gaze as he reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “If I am successful, it will be swift and quick, Princess,” he assured her softly, his words carrying a sense of resolve and determination.

Maera nodded, trying to find comfort in his words, but her conscience wouldn’t let her. She picked nervously at her fingers before letting out an exasperated groan. “This feels wrong. I cannot believe we’re resorting to such measures.” She looked up at Ser Arryk, her eyes pleading for reassurance that what they were doing was justified.

“Such is the ways of war,” Ser Arryk replied with a heavy sigh, his expression reflecting the weight of their circumstances. With practiced ease, he mounted his horse, his movements fluid and graceful despite the gravity of their mission. As he looked down at Maera, concern etched into his features, he spoke softly, “You will take care, won’t you?”

Maera offered a sad yet resigned laugh, her gaze meeting Ser Arryk’s with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. Stretching upwards, their hands met in a silent exchange of solidarity, grasping onto each other with urgency. Though words escaped her in that moment, the silent understanding between them spoke volumes, conveying the depth of her appreciation for all he had done for her and the importance of the mission that Ser Arryk was about to undertake.

They lingered there for a moment, finding solace in each other’s touch, until Maera spoke again, her voice filled with determination, “I will if you will, Arryk.”

With a solemn nod and a reassuring smile, Ser Arryk urged his horse forward, disappearing into the misty morning landscape. Maera watched him go, a sense of loss weighing heavily on her heart as she whispered a silent prayer for his safety. She now had one less ally in Harrenhall. And unbeknownst to her, it was the last time the Princess saw her protector.

Days went by and as another evening unfolded in Harrenhall, the air in the chambers thick with anxiety, a tangible presence that seemed to weigh heavily on Maera's shoulders. Ever since the evening of the attempted assassination, she found herself unable to shake off the lingering sense of unease that had settled over her like a heavy cloak, which only worsened since Ser Arryk’s departure.

Seated on their bed, Aemond and Maera sought solace in each other's company, finding comfort in the familiar intimacy of their shared space. They had shed their day clothes, opting instead for the soft embrace of their night attire, the fabric offering a sense of warmth and security amidst the uncertainty that loomed outside their chamber walls.

Maera reclined back against Aemond between his legs, her head nestled against the expanse of his bare chest which peeked out from his nightshirt. She attempted to lose herself in the pages of her book, though her mind remained stubbornly preoccupied with worry.

Reports from trusted allies had come in since the execution of the man in the great hall. He was indeed who he said he was; Lord Alan Tarly of Hornhill, and Maera’s sister, Wynni, was in the early stages of pregnancy. It was a grim reality that Maera was struggling to come to terms with. What was worse was the amount of questions swirling around in her head. How long had the assassination been planned for? Were there spies within Harrenhall that had alerted the enemy of Aemond and Maera’s arrival?…Did Wynni know what her husband was setting out to do?

Aemond, ever the vigilant husband, read his own book with one hand, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns along the curve of Maera's rounded stomach. Beneath her skin, their child stirred and kicked, a reassuring reminder of the life growing within her. Aemond’s touch was gentle yet possessive, a silent vow to protect both mother and child from any harm that dared to encroach upon their sanctuary.

The slight knock on the door disrupted the calm of their chamber, causing Maera to startle slightly in her place. She quickly composed herself with a huff, chastising her own jumpy reaction. After all, an assassin wouldn't announce their presence with a knock.The Prince pressed a reassuring kiss to her temple, his warm breath mingling with the strands of her hair as he nuzzled affectionately against her. With a silent acknowledgment, he rose from the bed, his movements purposeful as he straightened his night shirt before crossing the room towards the door.

Maera watched intently as Maester Cain entered, his usually composed demeanor marred by an uncharacteristic look of fear etched across his features. Despite his apologies for the late intrusion, his trembling hands betrayed his apprehension as he offered a small scroll to Aemond.

From her place across the room, Maera's curiosity piqued as she observed the exchange between her husband and the maester. The atmosphere in the chamber shifted subtly, tension coiling in the air like a tightly wound spring, as Aemond accepted the scroll with a measured nod and unfurled it hesitantly.

“Fuck.”Aemond's eye widened in horror as he read the contents of the scroll, his reaction immediate as he slammed it down on a nearby table.

Maera glanced up from her book, concern etched into her features. “What is wrong?”

Aemond wasted no time, issuing swift commands to the Maester. “Alert the men. We leave immediately.” With a nod, the Maester hastened out of the room, leaving the couple alone.

The Prince sprang into action whilst Maera stood from the bed, swiftly dressing himself with a sense of urgency that mirrored the gravity of the news. With practiced efficiency, Aemond pulled on his doublet and buckled it up, his movements brisk and purposeful. He laced up his boots with determination, the urgency evident in every motion.

His gaze flicked up to his pregnant wife, his jaw tense with agitation. “It’s Cole. He’s called for reinforcements. Lord Staunton spotted them approaching, and Rhaenys is aiding them with her dragon.”

The colour drained from Maera’s face. Whilst the war had indeed been active, the presence of Rhaenys and her dragon would turn the tides of typical battle. And from the look on Aemond’s face, he would not stand idly by and watch the battle happen in front of him. No, that was not her husband’s way. He would fight. Targaryen against Targaryen, dragon against dragon.

Not hesitating a moment longer, he reached under their shared bed, retrieving his sword and dagger, securing them in their sheaths at his belt. “They won’t stand a chance,” he uttered with a sense of trepidation.

With one last lingering look, Aemond stormed out of the room, leaving Maera growling in frustration at his rashness. She wasted no time, quickly grabbing her black and golden robe, hastily tying it around herself before sprinting after him.

In the dimly lit, torch-lit hallways of Harrenhall, Maera's footsteps echoed loudly against the stone floor as she hurried along. There were men calling to each other and the sound of armour and steel being handled, causing Maera to feel nauseous with anxiety. Finally, she caught sight of Aemond's silver hair in the distance, a beacon guiding her toward him.

Reaching him, Maera didn't hesitate, roughly grabbing Aemond by the arm and yanking him back so he had no choice but to face her. Her eyes bore into his with a mixture of frustration and concern, demanding his attention before he rushed off into battle. “Let me come with you.”

Aemond shook his head firmly, his expression resolute. “It’s crucial that you stay here and hold Harrenhall,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Her anger flared. How could he leave her, especially now, when she was due to give birth in three moons? To entrust her with a war fortress that was unfamiliar to her, surrounded by strangers that she did not wholly trust, mere days after an attempt on her life—it felt like a betrayal.

When he attempted to walk away from her again, Maera tightening her grip on his arm, her brows furrowed in concern. “You’re rushing into a battle against an experienced dragon rider. It’s too hasty.”

Aemond’s reaction was swift and harsh, angrily yanking his arm out of her grip, his features contorted in frustration and impatience. “Do you doubt my abilities?” he snapped, the shadows of the night accentuated the severity of his expression, casting dark lines across his face.

“No, I-I-” Maera stumbled over her words, a lump in her throat as she tried not to cry. Despite the sting of his anger, Maera’s heart clenched with the realization that Aemond’s emotions were torn. She understood his concern for the Lord Commander, and the broader implications of the battle for the war effort. Yet, she couldn’t bear to part with him.

With a deep breath, she gathered her courage. “Please, Aemond.” She reached out and pulled the Prince’s hand towards her before resting it on her swollen stomach. The child stirred wildly beneath her skin, each kick prominent against Aemond’s hand. It was a tangible reminder of what was at stake, of the precious life growing within her—a life Aemond was leaving behind. The Prince took a shaky breath, attempting to steady himself

“I’m afraid,” his wife confessed in a soft whisper.

Aemond cupped Maera’s face with both hands, his single violet eye burning with intensity as he searched her eyes for understanding. “No,” he murmured gently. “Not my fearless wife.”

He then pulled her into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her shoulders. She clung to him desperately, her tears falling down the leather of his doublet as she buried her face in his chest. In that moment, she breathed in his scent of leather and dragon smoke, etching it into her memory with every fiber of her being, desperate to hold onto him just a little longer, praying silently that this wouldn’t be the last time she felt his embrace.

When they finally pulled back, Maera looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. “Come back to me,” she pleaded.

“I will,” Aemond promised solemnly before his hand tangled with the hair at the base of Maera’s neck, pulling her towards him and crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was desperate, their lips moving against each other fervently, as if trying to convey all the love, fear, and longing they felt in that fleeting moment.

When they finally parted, Aemond rested his forehead against Maera’s for a brief moment, their breaths mingling in the quiet darkness of the corridor. It was a moment of hesitation, of shared vulnerability, before the harsh reality of their situation demanded action.

With a final look, Aemond quickly strode away, a couple of guards following close behind to aid him with his departure. As he disappeared into the shadows, Maera was left standing alone in the corridor, her heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty and longing. There was no war as hateful to the Gods as a war between kin. And no war so bloody as a war between dragons.

It took about a week for the despair to truly set in. As Aemond's absence stretched on, the changes on the war front became increasingly desperate and worrisome. The news of the dragon-seeds, if indeed true, had sparked a wave of panic among the council, and rightfully so.

In the council chamber, the men squabbled amongst themselves, debating army tactics, placements, and the financial costs of their next steps. It was a cacophony of voices, each one vying for attention and influence, leaving the Princess feeling overwhelmed and out of her depth.

Maera knew that Aemond possessed a scholar's mind, and his expertise in matters of war far surpassed her own. His absence left a void that she struggled to fill, and she couldn't help but feel useless and lost in her current role. Without Aemond's guidance and leadership, she felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty and chaos.

Out of duty, Maera attended the councils, though her heart wasn't truly in it. She would show her face, remaining mostly silent, occasionally nodding or giving one-word answers. Lord Butterwell and Lord Vance seemed frustrated by her lack of engagement, but Maera couldn't bring herself to care. Her mind was consumed by worry for Aemond and the safety of their unborn child.

Since Aemond decided to lead his war dragon into battle, Maera couldn't shake the fear of what might happen if anything happened to him or Vhagar. Not only would it have a profound impact on her, but it would mean less firepower for their side, leaving them at a disadvantage against the Blacks. Additionally, Aemond had taken half of the army housed at Harrenhall, leaving the fortress more vulnerable than before.

Of course, Maera had her loyal blue dragon, Ēbrion, by her side, but she wasn't as experienced a rider as Aemond, nor was Ēbrion a war dragon. Added to that, her advancing pregnancy made her less physically capable with each passing day as her babe continued to grow.

Despite these challenges, Maera took on patrols not only along the Westerlands border but also the Northern border, previously managed by Aemond. These patrols kept her away from the castle for a good portion of the day, but Maera found solace in the distraction they provided. It was a welcome escape from the feelings of helplessness during council meetings and the loneliness of Aemond's absence.

And then there was Alys. Maester Cain had informed Maera that the witch was now in her very last stages of pregnancy, and was due to give birth any day now. Alys had excused herself from being present during council meetings to prepare for the arrival of her child, another dark cloud in Maera’s previously clear sky of life. The situation was growing more precarious as time went on, and Maera found herself in a position whereby she had even less allies than before. Her loyal protector was gone. Her husband was gone. And one more was making their departure.

Lord Jason Lannister had sent word that he intended to support the occupation of Harrenhall, as well as make several attacks on Black factions in the Riverlands by sending his armies east. Maera’s brother-in-law, Ser Adrian Tarbeck, had been asked to meet his overlord and the army at the Red Fork before devising battle strategies in the Riverlands.

In the quiet, stony courtyard, Maera stood, her heart once again heavy with the impending departure of another ally, a prospect that filled her with dread. As her brother-in-law prepared his horse, he seemed unfazed by the impending danger of planning a battle. Donning his armor, a smile lingered on his freckled face, his strawberry-blonde hair gently tousled by the breeze.

Approaching her with a sheepish grin, he shared his news. “I received a raven this morning,” he began, his smile widening. “You are now the aunt of two baby boys!”

Maera's eyes widened in delight, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks as she embraced the knight. “Oh, how wonderful! Congratulations, good-brother. You are a father!” Her joy was palpable, but it was quickly replaced by concern. “And my sister, how is she?”

Ser Adrian's expression softened with a grin. “Sabine faced the childbed valiantly and is doing well.”

Taking a moment to gaze into the distance, Ser Adrian turned back to Maera with a hopeful look in his eyes. “It will be company for Prince Maelor when he arrives.”

Maera nodded, feeling grateful for the family she could entrust her husband's niece and nephew to. She was glad she had secured Maelor’s safety with her sister in the Westerlands and Jaehaera’s safety with her brother in the Stormlands before joining her husband at Harrenhall. It was a small comfort amidst the uncertainty of war.

She was under no illusion that was asking a lot of House Tarbeck and her sister; the presence of the heir to the throne in their home would come with its own risks, so the Princess ensured to thank her brother-in-law once again for his service to the crown, and reassured him that he would be handsomely rewarded when the war was won.

After bidding him good luck for his journey ahead and asking him to convey well wishes to her sister and new darling nephews, Maera watched her brother-in-law, who had been nothing but pleasant to her since they met, depart from Harrenhall on his horse. The air seemed to grow a little colder as he disappeared into the distance, leaving Maera feeling even more alone than before.

“Harrenhall has become quite quiet all of a sudden,” a voice spoke from behind her. Maera turned to see Lord Unwin Peake, dressed in his usual black and orange, offering her a respectful nod.

“Indeed, my Lord,” she sighed softly, mustering a smile as Lord Peake extended his arm. Maera accepted the gesture, and together, they walked back into the castle. In the much quieter hallways of Harrenhall, their footsteps echoed against the stone. Despite the weight of their current circumstances, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Lord Unwin, a few years older than her father, had consistently shown support for Maera during council meetings. His logical approach and deep understanding of battle tactics had earned her respect. Even when they disagreed, his manner of discourse educated and included her, a quality Maera deeply appreciated.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Maera voiced her gratitude. “I've never had the chance to formally thank you, my Lord, for all the support you've given me during my time here.”

“Not at all, Princess,” Lord Peake replied with a cheeky grin, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “I've never been one for fanciful prophecies or spells. I tend to place more trust in the numbers of men and swords they hold.”

Maera chuckled appreciatively, understanding the subtle dig at the witch of Harrenhall in his words. “That's a pragmatic way to live,” she replied with a grin of her own.

But his words stuck with her. Whilst Lord Unwin himself met Alys’s predictions with skepticism and caution, Maera was not necessarily sure the other men on the council had felt the same. The fact the witch was even allowed to attend these meetings must have meant her opinion held some weight amongst the councilmen.

As they walked along the corridor, Maera's expression turned thoughtful, her brow furrowing as a question formed in her mind. “Were the councils held with the Prince heavily influenced by the witch before I arrived?” she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Lord Unwin responded with a roll of his eyes. “Not as much as she would hope, but her supposed sight has been useful in terms of strategic maneuvers,” he explained, casting a skeptical glance at the Princess. “Or perhaps it's just coincidences?”

Maera nodded in agreement, her gaze wandering to a nearby window as she contemplated. “I've often felt that many coincidences have led me to this point in my life,” she mused, a nostalgic smile crossing her lips. “A year ago, I was just returning to the Capital, a daughter of a minor House on the coast of the Stormlands.” Her smile softened as she recalled the memory. “Aemond could not stand me, nor I him. And now, here I am, his wife, carrying his child.” She glanced down at her bump, affectionately rubbing it with her hand.

As they reached a fork in their path, Maera came to a stop, her expression turning somber. “I do love my husband, but there are things he's done that I'll never be able to forgive,” she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion. Lord Unwin listened intently, waiting for her to continue. “He conspired with a witch to kill my family in Morne, intercepted a perfectly good marriage proposal for me and my house, and if that wasn’t enough, he got the witch pregnant.”

Lord Unwin sighed, acknowledging the weight of Maera's words. He was well aware of Aemond’s indiscretions, but hearing them listed so coldly by the Princess only made the reality of their situation even more tragic.

Maera shook her head in disbelief, her expression a mix of frustration and sorrow. Her husband, whom she once admired for his intelligence and cunning, had succumbed to recklessness and stupidity, leading them all to this dire situation. “All for the sake of some fantastical prophecy. It is absurd to think this is the same man,” she lamented, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Lord Unwin nodded, his gaze thoughtful as he chose his words carefully. “Even great men can become desperate when they feel they have nowhere else to turn,” he offered, his tone somber. Glancing around to ensure they were alone, he continued, “Forgive my boldness, but the one-eyed Prince is damaged. He has built powerful walls so high that he fails to see the weaknesses in their foundations.”

Maera furrowed her brow at his assessment, contemplating his words. “That does not excuse what he has done to you, nor should you forgive him,” Lord Unwin clarified, his tone firm but sympathetic. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering her reassurance. “You do not only have the Mother’s forgiveness flowing through you. You have her ferocity, which is greater than the Warriors when it comes to protecting her own.”

A small smile tugged at Maera’s lips, gratitude shining in her eyes as she looked at the Lord. “Wield it, Princess,” he encouraged her, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I will, my Lord,” Maera affirmed, her resolve firm as she nodded in agreement.

As Maera bid farewell to Lord Unwin, a new sense of determination and faith swelled within her. His belief in her abilities seemed to chip away at her anxiety, filling her with newfound confidence. If Lord Unwin supported her, she knew she could rally the other councilmen to believe in her and assert her leadership in Aemond's absence.

The gentle breeze wafted through an open window, carrying with it the sweet scent of lavender. It stirred something within Maera, igniting a desire to return outside, invigorated by her renewed purpose. Venturing into the lavender field, Maera was surrounded by the serene beauty of the purple blooms. As she walked among them, feeling the gentle kicks of her unborn child, a sense of joy washed over her for the first time since her husband's departure.

Her footsteps faltered as her gaze landed on a figure leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree. Dressed in a dull green dress, the woman’s features were contorted in pain, her hand resting heavily on her swollen pregnancy bump. Dark brown locks cascaded down her back, and her labored breathing echoed through the stillness of the lavender field.

“Alys?”

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flowerflowerflo · 2 months

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friendship breakups 🎀 . ࣪˖

OKAY. so. i was best friends with this girl for 7 years and only recently i ditched her! after so so so so long i ditched her. finally. and my god i feel SO much better.

˚₊‧꒰ა friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

someone that you experience a bond with.

˚₊‧꒰ა toxic friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

someone who drains you and hurts you while still considering themselves a friend.

i think one of the hardest parts of this whole situation is figuring out what makes somebody toxic for you without constantly over-romanticising all the good parts.

˚₊‧꒰ა clear signs of a toxic friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♡ dreading communication with them

♡ feeling drained after interactions

♡ being insecure and fearful around them

♡ holding off on telling them big things

♡ used as a joke way too often

♡ kept in the dark as just a "backup plan"

♡ left out & overlooked.

a friend should be somebody who hypes you up and makes you laugh and rambles for ages with you and makes dumb jokes with you and makes you happy and doesn't leave you out or make you feel alienated or upset or anything like that. it took me 4 whole years to actually realise this.

now, if you find yourself in a position where you are experiencing these signs of a toxic friendship but aren't really sure what to do, this is what i did!:

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ weigh out the goods & bads

if you're currently stuck with somebody who makes you feel drained and insecure and whatever else may be making you feel as though maybe you should cut them off, it sounds a little weird but as somebody who works way better puzzling things out when doing it on paper, i made a whole pros and cons list of what this friendship brings to my life. having a physical representation of your confusing thought process around the whole situation can be very beneficial and help to put your thoughts into clarity so you can make a decision that actually helps and aligns with you and go from there.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ figure out your friendship standards

everybody always talks about having standards in romantic relationships and love and all that but i barely hear anything on standards for friendships. friendships are just as important as romantic relationships, and having standards for friendships is equally essential as it would be in a relationship if you dont want to attract scruffy, dirty, insecure people who will only drag you down. ask yourself what your ideal friend looks like; somebody who shares your interests, somebody who supports you, somebody with a similar mindset to you, similar background to you; what is it that you want in a friendship? how do you define friendship? what does that look like for you? make a list and keep it somewhere safe. refer to this when making new friends and cutting them off.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ think back on your actions

a harsh truth of life is sometimes we are the problem. something i did for way longer than i should have is spend time going back over my every word, every movement, every action to see if there was something i did wrong. now dont do what i did, but do just sit down for a little bit and think if there was anything you could have possibly done and bring it up with them to resolve it if you did. admitting your wrongs is not weak. it is the strongest thing one can do.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ get a second opinion

one thing that helped me was talking to my mum about it. me and my mum are really close so i chose her but it can be another close friend, a parent, a partner, just whatever you feel comfy with. try to put it into a hypothetical situation so that they have no prior biased views on the situation and explain to them the scenario and see what they would do and what they would say. if you have no one to do it with, then thats absolutely fine because this is completely optional and just helped me to reassure myself a bit, but you can also think of it from an outsiders perspective or if a friend was telling you that they are experiencing what you're currently going through so you can get an unbiased opinion from yourself.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ let yourself feel how you feel

if you need to, just sit and cry for a bit. journal, write, wallow in your own sadness for a bit if thats what you need to release it from yourself. suppressing and holding all this in is way, way worse for you than letting it out could ever be. just have one night where you rot and cry and be sad about it. this releases the negative energy you've been holding onto about it and i promise you will feel so much lighter afterwards.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ demonising and romanticising

in these situations, its best to keep a neutral mindset towards them. even if its toxic, they were your friends in the first place for a reason and even if you shouldn't romanticise them dont demonise them and completely despise them either because thats not good for you or them. they are still an experience you went through in your life and are to be learnt from, nothing more. respect the good parts just as much as the bad parts.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ dealing with conflict

something i really really worried about for years when i wanted to leave my ex-best friend was the falling out and the social backlash, seeing as she's fairly popular too. but while i was expecting sooo much backlash and conflict, it turns out that if you do it the right way, nobody really cares. sure, it might attract a little attention for a while, but trust in yourself and remembering that nobody will actually care about this in a few weeks will get you through and you can move on with your life. if people can turn against you from only hearing one side of the story, they were never your people. plus, why are you stressing about validation from people you don't even like in the first place?

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ detachment

one thing that has saved me in many, many situations, including this one, is not giving a fuck. i will be making a post on detachment at some point but detachment in friendship breakups especially is so important because its easy to let your emotions get the best of you and control you and make irrational decisions in these situations. staying completely indifferent and detached and comfortable in yourself with you as your main priority has to be one of if not the most important part of this whole process.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ moving on

obviously moving on is difficult. moving on might be one of the most difficult things about the whole experience of a friendship breakup. so along with feeling the emotions and releasing them like i mentioned earlier, acknowledge that it's okay to mourn the past, even if they were bad for you. thats perfectly normal and okay. but do not let it consume you. trust in yourself and that this is for the best, and be proud of yourself for getting out of that friendship because there's so much you haven't yet learned and so many people you haven't yet met that will change your whole life in ways you can't possibly imagine right now. ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ trusting yourself

trust that no matter what's going on right now you will always be able to bounce back from it. trust your judgement and that if it makes you feel this bad, you arent overreacting, you arent overemotional, you arent just sensitive and it is genuinely affecting and impacting you. everything is an experience to be learnt and grow from and this is no different. its uncomfortable and its scary but the shift to getting everything you want is often scary and uncomfortable because of how much has to change to achieve that reality. if there's one person you're always going to have no matter what, it's going to be you. you are your own best friend. trust yourself above anybody and everybody else.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ actually cutting them off

one thing i did that i feel could have ended things a lot easier is not procrastinate the process of actually cutting them off. it was a little easier for me because she was ghosting me anyway so i did the same and told her no whenever she wanted me to do something because i refuse to be a second option, but if you're not comfortable with that and can't do it in a good or polite way because of whatever circumstances you might be in then just politely tell them. plan out what you wanna say in your head, dont think about it and just tell them. it will all be for the best, i promise. being uncomfortable is a part of change. you can do this.

overall, everybody enters your life and everybody leaves your life for a reason. please don't take this personally. people are not meant to stay forever. relationships are precious and fleeting, no matter what kind, and you should treasure them, good or bad, while accepting it might not be right for you anymore. people aren't supposed to stay forever and losing friends shows that you are growing. you've got this, okay? 💞💗

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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It’s Complicated

❤︎ Paring: Han Jisung x Reader

❤︎ Word Count: 9,463

❤︎ Style: Fluff, Angst, Friendship, Romance

❤︎ About: It’s a complicated relationship. Sometimes Jisung and Y/N get along but a lot of the time they are butting heads with each other. Their friendship is tested when Felix reveals his new girlfriend to the group

❤︎ Warning: N/A

Y/N had been a steadfast companion to the Stray Kids since their early days, her bond with them rooted in her long-standing friendship with Bang Chan from childhood. Yet, her interactions with Han Ji-sung, commonly known as Han, were consistently stormy. They frequently clashed, their heated disputes sometimes growing so intense that the other members had to step in.

During one particularly heated exchange, Y/N and Han's voices rose in anger.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn, Han?" Y/N exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice.

Jisung retorted sharply, "Me? Stubborn? You're the one who never listens to reason!"

Their argument, which had begun over a minor issue, quickly escalated, their words echoing loudly in the room. The tension in the room grew as Y/N and Han faced each other, their voices brimming with emotion.

Y/N's voice tinged with annoyance, shot back, "It's not about being right or wrong, Han! It's about understanding each other's perspectives!"

Jisung was visibly agitated, responded, "But you never even try to see things from my side. You just assume you're always right!"

"I do try to understand you, Han! But you make it so difficult with your stubbornness!" Y/N argued, her voice laced with frustration.

His expression a mix of anger and exasperation, shot back, "And you think you're so easy to deal with? You're just as headstrong!"

Their voices rose higher, each trying to outdo the other, their words sharp and unyielding. It was clear that their argument was reaching a boiling point, with neither willing to back down or soften their stance. Chanbin and Bang Chan had to step in, fearing it might get physical.

"Enough!" Bang Chan shouted, pulling Y/N away. "This is getting out of hand. You both need to cool off."

Y/N, breathing heavily with anger, allowed herself to be led away. Despite her frustration, a part of her knew that Bang Chan was right. These fights with Jisung were draining, yet she couldn't help but get pulled into them time and time again.

As they walked down the hallway, Bang Chan suggested, "Let's go outside for some fresh air. It might help you calm down."

Y/N walked in silence, her mind a whirlwind of the fiery words exchanged with Jisung. Unbeknownst to her, Jisung's emotions were tangled in a complexity she hadn't perceived. He harbored a secret affection for Y/N, which intensified their every interaction. This was further complicated by what he perceived as Y/N's growing interest in Felix. Jisung felt torn, caught between his concealed feelings and Y/N's apparent unawareness.

As they strolled through the cool night, Y/N was accompanied by Bang Chan. Her thoughts were deeply immersed in her volatile relationship with Han.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You seem lost in thought," Bang Chan asked gently, noting her distant demeanor.

Y/N sighed, "I just don't get it, Chan. Why do Han and I always end up in these arguments? There's something... I can't quite put my finger on it."

Bang Chan listened intently as Y/N continued, her words laced with confusion and a hint of frustration.

"It's like, ever since we met, Han has always seemed to have something against me," Y/N vented, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I just don't understand why. What did I ever do to him?"

Bang Chan nodded thoughtfully, understanding the complexity of the situation. "I've noticed that too, Y/N. But maybe it's not about you doing something wrong. Sometimes people react strongly because they're dealing with their own emotions."

Y/N paused, considering his words. "You mean, Han might be acting this way because of something he's feeling?"

As they walked, the cool night air seemed to mirror the chill of the unsolved mystery that lay between Y/N and Jisung. The scene shifted to Jisung, who was in the midst of a heated conversation with Changbin. His frustration about his interactions with Y/N was evident in every word.

"I just don't get it, Changbin," Han exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "No matter what I do, it's like Y/N always finds a way to get under my skin!"

Changbin, leaning against a wall, listened intently, his expression one of understanding. "But have you ever thought about why that is, Jisung? Why she affects you so much?"

Jisung paused, a mix of annoyance and confusion crossing his face. "I wish I knew. It's like... I can't control it. Every time I'm around her, I just... react."

Changbin nodded slowly. "Sounds like there's more to this than just irritation, Han. Maybe it's worth figuring out what's really going on inside your head when it comes to Y/N."

Jisung looked away, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he hadn't fully acknowledged yet. Changbin's words had struck a chord, making Jisung question the real nature of his feelings towards Y/N. The next few days calmed down a bit but resulted in y/n and Jisung not talking or acknowledging each other.

In the Stray Kids' apartment, the atmosphere was light, filled with laughter following a witty comment from Felix. Everyone was in stitches, except Jisung. He watched, a frown etched on his face, as Y/N blushed and giggled at Felix's antics. Felix, for his part, seemed charmed by Y/N's reactions, though it was clear he viewed her behavior as nothing more than friendly banter.

Y/N, still blissfully unaware of the dynamics at play, continued to dote on Felix, her actions only fueling Jisung's growing irritation. His annoyance soon manifested in a sarcastic imitation of Y/N's cutesy behavior.

"Look at me, I'm Y/N, always so adorable around Felix," Jisung jeered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Y/N, taken aback, snapped back, "What is your problem, Jisung?"

Jisung's patience was wearing thin, retorted, "My problem? It's your pathetic act around Felix. Grow up, Y/N. He doesn't see you as anything more than a friend."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Y/N's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Jisung, realizing the impact of his words, almost wavered but managed to maintain his defiant stance.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of hurt and humiliation. She glanced at Felix, who looked as shocked as the rest of the group, despite being aware of her feelings.

Without another word, Y/N brushed past Jisung, her exit swift. Hyunjin immediately followed, offering a supportive presence.

After Y/N's departure, the room remained tense. Changbin broke the silence, his voice stern. "Jisung, that was out of line. You can't just say things like that."

Jisung, crossing his arms, replied defensively, "I'm just telling the truth. Someone had to say it."

Jeongin shook his head and added, "There's a way to express your thoughts without being hurtful, Hyung. You crossed a line."

Jisung met Jeongin gaze but didn't respond. His expression was a mix of frustration and regret.

Seungmin spoke up, his tone measured. "We all know Y/N has feelings for Felix, but it's not our place to confront her about it. Especially not in such a harsh way."

Jisung looked away, his expression hardening. "I'm tired of watching her make a fool of herself. It's like she's living in a fantasy world."

BangChan, who had been silent, finally spoke. "Jisung, I get that you're frustrated, but you can't project your feelings onto Y/N. It's not fair to her, or to Felix."

Jisung sighed, the weight of the situation settling on him. "I know, Chan. I just... I don't know how else to deal with this."

Felix had been quietly observing, added softly, "Maybe you need to figure out why it bothers you so much, Jisung. It seems like there's more to this than just concern for Y/N."

Under his breath, Jisung muttered a barely audible confession, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. "I know why it bothers me so much," he said, his voice a mix of realization and frustration.

Without another word, Jisung turned and left the dorm room, needing space and fresh air to process his turbulent emotions.

Once he was gone, the room was left in a reflective silence. The remaining members exchanged knowing glances, each aware of the deeper reasons behind Han's behavior and Y/N's obliviousness.

Changbin broke the silence first, his voice laced with understanding. "They're both so stubborn. It's like they're reflections of each other in different ways."

Felix nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it's like they're in this dance, but neither of them knows the steps. They keep stepping on each other's toes."

Seungmin chimed in, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "It's almost comical how similar they are. Both headstrong, both blind to what's right in front of them."

"They need to figure it out on their own, though. We can't force them to see what they're not ready to see." BangChan added.

"Maybe this clash is what they need to understand each other better. Sometimes it takes a storm to clear the air." Jeongin, spoke softly.

The group fell into a contemplative silence, each member pondering the complex dynamics between Jisung and Y/N. Their interactions had always been fiery and charged, but beneath the surface lay a depth of emotion and understanding yet to be explored. In the busy corridors of JYP Entertainment, the tension between Y/N and Jisung was palpable. Jisung, regretting his outburst from the previous night, had attempted several times to catch Y/N's attention, but she persistently avoided him, turning away each time he approached.

His frustration mounting, Jisung spotted Y/N walking down the same corridor, her focus on the choreography she was developing for a TWICE song. He called out to her, but she continued on, disregarding his attempt to communicate.

With an annoyed sigh, Jisung quickened his pace and caught up to Y/N, reaching out to gently but firmly grasp her arm, prompting her to face him.

"What do you want, Jisung?" Y/N snapped, her voice tinged with irritation. "Come to embarrass me again like last time?"

Jisung released her arm, his expression serious. "No, that's not why I'm here. Look, I know I was out of line the other day. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Y/N crossed her arms, her demeanor still defensive. "So, what? You're here to apologize? After making a scene in front of everyone?"

Jisung ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right words. "I am sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just... I get frustrated sometimes, and I don't handle it well."

Y/N's expression softened slightly, but she remained cautious. "Why do you even care, Jisung? It's not like my feelings matter to you."

Jisung looked at her, a hint of earnestness in his eyes. "They do matter to me. More than you realize. I just... I don't know how to show it properly."

Y/N was a bit taken aback by his admission, shifted uncomfortably. "I don't understand you, Jisung. One minute you're mocking me, the next you're here apologizing."

Jisung sighed, his frustration evident. "I know, I'm not good at this. I get tangled up in my own feelings and end up saying things I regret."

There was a brief silence as both contemplated their strained relationship.

"Maybe we both need to work on how we communicate," Y/N suggested tentatively.

Jisung nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe we do. I'll try to be better, Y/N. I don't want to keep fighting like this."

Y/N looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. "Okay, Jisung. Let's try to start over, maybe?"

Jisung offered a small, genuine smile. "Yeah, let's do that."

As they parted ways, the air between them felt a little less charged, a tentative step towards understanding. The unpredictable dynamics between Jisung and Y/N were well-known within the JYP family, to the point where idols and staff would often become apprehensive upon seeing them together, anticipating potential arguments.

After their dance practice, a couple of TWICE members approached Y/N, their expressions a mix of shock and relief after witnessing her recent corridor encounter with Han.

Mina was the first to speak. "Y/N, we saw you and Han in the corridor earlier. We were surprised it wasn't another one of your infamous arguments."

Dahyun, standing beside her, added with a hint of curiosity, "Yeah, it actually looked like you two were having a civil conversation. What's going on?"

Y/N shrugged, a bit self-conscious about the attention. "It was nothing major. We just cleared the air a bit, that's all."

Jihyo, who had joined the group, chimed in, "It's good to see you two not at each other's throats for once. We were starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen."

Y/N laughed lightly, trying to downplay the situation. "Well, don't get your hopes up too high. Knowing us, this peace might be short-lived."

Sana, who was always more optimistic, smiled. "Maybe this is a good sign, though. It's nice to see some progress between you two."

Y/N nodded, appreciating their concern. "Thanks, guys. We're trying, I guess. It's a bit complicated, but we're working on it."

The TWICE members exchanged glances, their expressions showing a mix of hope and skepticism.

Momo, joining in, added, "Just be careful, Y/N. We all know how heated things can get between you and Han."

Y/N assured them with a smile, "I will. Thanks for looking out for me."

despite the brief respite in their usual arguments, found herself at odds with Jisung yet again. This time, their disagreement was over something trivial, but it seemed to be just another episode in their ongoing series of clashes.

As Y/N sat in a meeting with a manager, discussing the choreography for Stray Kids' next comeback, her thoughts were intermittently drifting to her recent spat with Jisung. Suddenly, Jisung himself appeared in the doorway, his expression a blend of annoyance and impatience.

"Y/N, can you ever take anything seriously?" Jisung blurted out, his frustration evident.

Startled, Y/N turned to him, her own irritation rising. "What's that supposed to mean, Han?"

He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You know exactly what I mean. Every time we talk, you just brush everything off. It's like talking to a wall."

The manager, witnessing this exchange, tried to intervene. "Can we please focus on the choreography?"

But Y/N, now fully engaged in the argument, shot back at Han. "I don't brush everything off. Maybe if you weren't so confrontational all the time, we could actually have a decent conversation!"

Jisung scoffed. "Confrontational? Look who's talking! You're the one who's always so defensive."

The manager, realizing this was not a discussion that would end quickly, sighed deeply. "Maybe you two should sort this out elsewhere. We need to focus on the comeback."

Y/N, taking a deep breath, tried to regain her composure. "You're right. I'm sorry, this won't happen again."

Jisung, however, seemed to have one last thing to say. "Just think about what I said, Y/N. It's not always about winning an argument."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Y/N standing there, a mix of anger and confusion on her face. She turned back to the manager, her mind still partly on the argument.

"I'll get to work on the choreography," she said, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand.

As she began discussing the details of the choreography, Y/N's mind was still partially entangled with the remnants of her argument with Jisung. She tried to concentrate on the manager's suggestions, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Han's words.

The manager, noticing her distraction, said, "Y/N, this choreography is crucial for the comeback. We really need your best work here."

Y/N nodded, pulling herself together. "You're right, I'm sorry. Let's focus on the dance. I'm thinking of incorporating some dynamic elements to highlight the members' strengths."

The manager seemed pleased with her suggestion. "That sounds promising. We're counting on you to bring something fresh and exciting."

Y/N's rapid and dedicated approach to her choreography was apparent as she unveiled the dynamic routine she had crafted for Stray Kids' new main single. Her talent was undeniable, and it didn't go unnoticed, especially by Han, despite their recent argument.

Her presentation to the group was met with impressed reactions, including from Jisung, who watched her with a mix of admiration and a hint of something deeper. His thoughts briefly revisited their conversation about improving their relationship, despite the frequent head-butting.

Y/N, in her element, was guiding the group through the choreography with the help of backup dancers. When it came time for Jisung to learn his part, she approached him with a professional yet approachable demeanor. "Ji-sung, you're leading off the song. Mirror the dancer in the center," she instructed, reaching out to gently guide him into position.

At her touch, a subtle flush colored Jisung's cheeks. The contact, simple as it was, sparked a faint warmth in him, a reaction to the closeness they seldom shared. He followed her lead, stepping into the center.

"Pay attention to the timing here," Y/N said, demonstrating the key move. "Your part is vital for setting the tone."

Jisung, his earlier embarrassment fading into a quiet appreciation of the moment, nodded attentively. "Understood. I'll make sure it's precise."

As the rehearsal progressed, Y/N continued to demonstrate the choreography to each member in turn. After guiding Jisung, she moved on to BangChan and then to Changbin, maintaining her professionalism throughout.

When it was Felix's turn, Y/N's demeanor shifted slightly. She remained professional, but there was a hint of embarrassment lingering from Jisung's recent outburst. Felix, for his part, seemed unaffected and focused on the task at hand.

"Okay, Felix, your part comes right after Changbin's. Make sure to hit these beats clearly," Y/N instructed, demonstrating the steps.

Felix nodded, his attention fully on the dance. "Got it, Y/N. I'll make sure it's smooth."

As Y/N worked with Felix, Jisung watched from the sidelines. Despite his efforts to remain indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the way Y/N's attention was so fixed on Felix.

BangChan, noticing the shift in Jisung expression, leaned over to him. "Keep it together, Jisung. Focus on the dance," he whispered, his tone both warning and supportive.

Jisung took a deep breath, refocusing his attention on the rehearsal as a whole. "Yeah, I'm trying," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting away from Y/N and Felix.

The rehearsal continued, with each member getting individual attention and guidance from Y/N. Despite the undercurrents of personal dynamics, the group's professionalism shone through. They were all committed to making the comeback a success, and that shared goal helped to keep personal feelings and tensions at bay, at least for the duration of the practice. Jisung and Y/N's friendship had been through its fair share of ups and downs, but lately, it was as if they had found a new equilibrium. Their usual arguments and squabbles had become a rare occurrence, replaced instead by shared moments of laughter and understanding.

One lazy afternoon, as they lounged in the living room, BanChan noticed the change in their dynamics. He couldn't help but let out a comical sigh of relief, drawing the attention of the other members. They all turned to see what had amused BanChan so much and were greeted by the sight of Jisung and Y/N, sitting comfortably side by side, engrossed in a movie. The scene was so unexpectedly harmonious that it made the members chuckle in surprise.

As the movie played, the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with occasional laughter and comments about the plot. But peace was a fragile thing, especially with Jisung and Y/N. The tranquility was soon shattered by a debate over something as trivial as the last bag of crisps.

"Hey, that's mine!" Y/N exclaimed, reaching for the bag of crisps that Jisung had just picked up.

Jisung, with a playful glint in his eyes, pulled the bag away. "No way, I saw it first. Finders keepers!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, a familiar banter starting to brew. "Oh, come on, Jisung. You've already had two bags. Share a little, will you?"

Jisung pretended to ponder over it, tapping his chin theatrically. "Hmm, let me think... No."

The other members watched the scene unfold with amusement. This kind of bickering was typical of Jisung and Y/N, but it was different now. There was no real anger or frustration, just a playful back-and-forth that had become a cornerstone of their friendship.

"Seriously, Jisung, just give it here," Y/N said, making another grab for the bag.

In a swift move, Jisung stood up, holding the crisps high above his head. "If you want it, you'll have to catch me first!"

And with that, he dashed out of the room, Y/N hot on his heels. Their laughter echoed through the house as they ran, the sound of their footsteps mingling with their playful shouts.

The rest of the members exchanged glances, smiling at the familiar chaos. BanChan shook his head, still smiling. "Some things never change," he murmured, his eyes following the direction Jisung and Y/N had disappeared to.

Jisung and Y/N returned to the room, with Y/N triumphantly clutching the bag of crisps. They settled back down to continue watching the movie, their playful argument seemingly forgotten.

In the midst of their movie-watching, Felix suddenly stood up, drawing everyone's attention. "Guys, I've got something to tell you," he announced, a serious tone in his voice. "I've been keeping a secret, and I think it's time I shared it with you all."

Curiosity piqued, the Stray Kids members and Y/N bombarded Felix with questions. "What's up, Felix?" "Is everything okay?" "You're not leaving the group, are you?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Felix reassured them with a smile. "But it's something big. I'll tell you all tomorrow at our favorite cafe."

The next day, the group gathered at the cafe, a buzz of anticipation in the air. Felix arrived, a radiant smile on his face and a beautiful young woman by his side, their hands intertwined.

"This is Ji-Min, my girlfriend," Felix introduced her, beaming with happiness.

The group erupted in a chorus of surprised exclamations. "What? Since when?" "How did you guys meet?" "Felix, you sly dog!"

Y/N, however, felt her heart sink at the sight of their joined hands. She tried to mask her disappointment with a stoic expression, but her face betrayed her feelings. Noticing Y/N's reaction, Jisung glanced at her with a look of concern, remembering how she had always held a special place for Felix in her heart.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up. "I, uh, need to use the bathroom," she said quickly, her voice slightly shaky. But instead of heading to the restroom, she slipped out of the cafe.

Jisung watched her leave, concern etched on his face. After a couple of minutes, he casually checked his phone and excused himself. "Sorry guys, I just remembered I have something important to do."

He hurried out of the cafe, following the path he suspected Y/N had taken. His search led him to a nearby park, where he found her sitting alone on a bench, tears streaming down her face. Approaching her cautiously, Jisung sat down beside her, not saying a word, just offering his presence as a silent support.

As he sat there, Jisung felt a pang of guilt remembering the times he had teased and argued with Y/N, especially that incident in front of Felix. He wondered if his behaviour had added to her distress.

He waited patiently, giving Y/N the space to gather her thoughts. After a while, when her sobs subsided into quiet sniffles, he gently nudged her. "You know, you can talk to me, Y/N. I'm here for you."

Y/N's voice trembled as she confided in Han, her words laced with self-reproach. "I feel so stupid and foolish. Why did I ever think Felix would like me back?"

Jisung listened intently, understanding her pain more than she realized. He himself harbored hidden feelings for Y/N, but he knew this wasn't the moment to reveal them. Her heartache was too raw, too fresh.

"You're not stupid, Y/N," Han said softly. "Having feelings for someone is never foolish. It's human. And it's okay to feel hurt right now."

Y/N looked at him, surprised by his gentle tone. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" she asked, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the somber mood.

Jisung smiled gently and moved closer, offering her the comfort of his embrace. "Maybe I'm not such a bad guy after all," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Y/N leaned into his hug, finding solace in his warmth and support. For a moment, the world seemed a little less daunting, the pain a little less sharp. Jisung unexpected kindness was a balm to her broken heart, and in his embrace. In the days that followed, Y/N found herself grappling with a maelstrom of emotions. Being around Felix had become a challenge she wasn't ready to face. To give herself space to heal, she decided to take a break from hanging out with the group, a decision that didn't go unnoticed.

The members of Stray Kids felt the absence of her lively spirit keenly. "Hey, where's Y/N?" they'd ask during their gatherings, their concern growing with each passing day.

Jisung, aware of Y/N's struggle, stepped in with excuses. "Oh, Y/N? She's caught up with some personal stuff," or "She's just taking a little time for herself," he'd say, trying to sound casual. But his friends noticed the frequency of his excuses and the concern hidden in his eyes.

Felix, in particular, felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't help but wonder if his relationship with Ji-Min had inadvertently hurt Y/N. "Do you think she's avoiding us because of me and Ji-Min?" he asked Banchan one day, his voice tinged with worry.

Banchan, ever the voice of reason, reassured him. "Don't blame yourself, Felix. Y/N might just need some time to sort out her feelings. She's strong; she'll be back when she's ready."

Yet, even with Banchan's comforting words, a sense of unease lingered among the group. They all missed Y/N's presence, her laughter, and the energy she brought into their lives. Weeks had passed since Felix introduced his girlfriend Ji-Min to the group, and during this time, Y/N had gradually come to terms with her feelings, thanks largely to Jisung's support. Jisung, in a departure from his usual demeanor, had been surprisingly empathetic and understanding, offering Y/N the emotional support she needed.

The group dynamics were returning to normal, but with a notable difference: the constant bickering between Jisung and Y/N had subsided significantly. Instead, Jisung had become a comforting presence for Y/N, often making her laugh and smile rather than engaging in their typical fights.

This change did not go unnoticed by the others, including Felix. He was aware of Y/N's feelings for him and had thought she was moving on, understanding that he didn't share those feelings. Seeing Jisung stepping up as a supportive friend to Y/N brought a sense of relief to Felix.

Whenever Ji-Min was around, Jisung seemed to have a sixth sense for Y/N's emotions. He was always there with an arm around her, providing silent comfort. Y/N didn't have to say anything; Jisung could just tell when she needed that extra support. Slowly but surely, Y/N was healing and coming to terms with her feelings.

One evening, as they all relaxed together, Changbin remarked, "You know, it's kind of nice seeing Jisung and Y/N not at each other's throats for a change."

Seungmin added, "Yeah, he has been really good for Y/N. It's like he's always there exactly when she needs him."

Felix, who was part of the conversation, nodded. "I'm glad she's finding her way through this. It was tough knowing she had feelings for me, but seeing her now, it seems like she's getting better."

BangChan, always the voice of reason, said, "It's all part of growing up and handling feelings. We're all learning as we go."

Later on, Y/N approached Jisung and said in a soft voice, "Jisung, I can't thank you enough for being here for me. I don't think I could have gotten through these past few weeks without your support."

Jisung, looking slightly embarrassed but sincere, replied, "It's no big deal, Y/N. We look out for each other, right?"

Their interaction was a clear indication of how much their relationship had evolved. They had moved from constant conflict to a place of mutual support and understanding.

As the group dispersed for the evening, Y/N and Jisung shared a quiet moment of acknowledgment. "Thanks again, Jisung," Y/N said, a genuine smile on her face.

Jisung simply nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N."

As Jisung watched Y/N gradually return to her usual vibrant self, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Recently, he had accompanied her, along with Changbin, to a cafe to meet up with Wooyoung and Yeonjun. Observing Y/N laughing and interacting with the group, especially with Yeonjun's storytelling, brought an unexpected smile to his face and a warmth to his heart.

Yeonjun, always the entertainer, decided to share an embarrassing story involving himself and the other TXT members. "So, there we were, practicing our choreography," he began, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And I had this brilliant idea to add a dramatic jump at the end. Only, when I landed, my pants ripped right down the middle!"

Y/N burst into laughter, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to imagine the scene. "No way! What did you do?" she asked between giggles.

Yeonjun grinned, "I just froze. The rest of the guys were laughing so hard, they couldn't even finish the routine. I had to wrap a jacket around my waist for the rest of the practice!"

Wooyoung, chiming in with his charm, added, "That's why ATEEZ always double-check our outfits."

Y/N was laughing so hard by now that tears were forming in her eyes. "I wish I could've seen that!"

Changbin turned to Jisung, noticing the dreamy look in his eyes as he watched Y/N laugh. It was a look that would have annoyed Jisung if Y/N had shown it towards Felix. The irony of the situation amused Changbin. "Look at you, all dreamy-eyed and watching Y/N laugh. Who would've thought?" he teased softly.

Jisung, caught off guard, quickly retorted, trying to maintain his usual demeanor. "I'm just... you know, glad she's feeling better," he mumbled, his gaze still fixed on Y/N.

"Sure, Jisung, sure. It's good to see her happy, isn't it?" Changbin nudged him again, a knowing smile on his face.

"Yeah, it is," Jisung admitted, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still following Y/N's every move.

As the group continued to share stories and laughs, Jisung's attention remained subtly focused on Y/N. Her joy seemed to resonate with him, her laughter more contagious than usual.

Yeonjun, noticing the dynamic, shot a playful look at Jisung. "Seems like my stories are a hit, especially with Y/N."

Jisung, slightly embarrassed but in good spirits, replied, "Yeah, who knew you were such a comedian, Yeonjun."

After their fun outing at the cafe, the Stray Kids members found themselves hanging out in their usual spot, reminiscing and sharing jokes. Y/N, now more at ease, was actively participating, her laughter mingling with the others'.

During a lull in the conversation, Jisung, who had been observing Y/N's improved mood, casually remarked, "You know, it's good to have the old Y/N back. The one who laughs more than she frowns."

Y/N, catching Jisung comment, shot him a playful look. "Oh, so you do prefer me smiling? I thought you enjoyed our arguments, Jisung."

Jisung shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I can't deny a good argument is fun, but this is a nice change. Don't get used to it, though."

Changbin, who was lounging on a nearby chair, chimed in, "Yeah, don't let him fool you, Y/N. Han's been secretly enjoying the peace."

Hyunjin added with a laugh, "Secretly? It's been pretty obvious to all of us."

The group erupted in laughter, with Jisung feigning annoyance at being the center of attention. "Okay, okay, let's not focus on me. What about Felix? How are things going with Ji-Min?"

Felix, who had been listening to the banter, smiled softly. "Things are great, thanks for asking. She's really amazing."

Seungmin, ever the curious one, asked, "So, when do we get to hang out with her again? She seemed really cool."

"Yeah, she's looking forward to meeting you all again," Felix replied. "Maybe we can plan something soon."

As the conversation continued, the group started discussing plans for their next group outing. Ideas were thrown around, with everyone pitching in their suggestions.

Y/N, feeling much more like herself, suggested, "How about an amusement park? We haven't done that in a while, and it could be a lot of fun."

"That sounds like a great idea," Jeongin agreed enthusiastically. "I'm in!"

The group quickly warmed up to the idea, making plans and discussing potential dates. The energy was high, and everyone seemed excited about the outing.

As they wrapped up for the night, Jisung walked alongside Y/N, their conversation light and friendly. "So, the amusement park, huh? You planning to beat me at all the games again?" he teased.

Y/N laughed, her spirits visibly lifted. "Oh, you bet. Get ready to lose, Jisung."

Their friendly banter was a sign of how much things had changed between them. The group, observing their interaction, shared knowing smiles. It was clear that Jisung and Y/N had found a new way to relate to each other, one that was less about conflict and more about genuine friendship.

As they said their goodbyes, the group left feeling uplifted and closer than ever. On a day planned for fun at the theme park, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. However, the mood shifted slightly when Felix's girlfriend, Ji-Min, joined them. She arrived with a bright smile, which faltered momentarily when she noticed Y/N among the group. Her expression subtly changed to something more bittersweet, although she tried not to let it show.

Y/N, as ever, remained blissfully unaware of the subtle tension. She was too caught up in the excitement of the day to notice Ji-Min's reaction to her presence. However, Jisung, ever observant, caught the shift in Ji-Min's mood as her eyes locked onto Y/N. He also noticed Felix looking more drained than usual, and the mild distance between Felix and Ji-Min suggested they might have had a recent disagreement.

Sensing the potential for discomfort, Jisung subtly placed a protective arm around Y/N's shoulders. It was a quiet but clear message that he was there for her, a gesture that indicated she had been through enough already.

Changbin, who was watching the interaction, leaned towards Jisung and whispered, "Playing the guardian angel today, huh?"

Jisung glanced at Changbin, a serious look on his face. "Just making sure everyone has a good time, especially Y/N."

Felix, observing Han and Y/N, approached them. "Hey, I hope everything's cool. Ji-Min is just a bit... overwhelmed meeting everyone again."

Jisung nodded, understandingly. "No worries, Felix. We're all here to have fun, right?"

As they moved through the theme park, the group tried to keep the mood light. Y/N, oblivious to the underlying tensions, was her usual cheerful self, laughing and joking with everyone.

Seungmin, trying to ease the situation, suggested, "How about we start with the roller coaster? It's a surefire way to kick off the excitement."

The group agreed, and the mood gradually lifted as they immersed themselves in the thrill of the rides and the fun of the park.

The atmosphere at the theme park was vibrant and filled with excitement, particularly for Y/N, who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the day, especially in Han's company.

As they wandered around, trying different games, Jisung surprised Y/N by winning a large plushie for her. "I'm not really into big plushies," he said, handing it over to her, but his actions spoke louder than his words. The others, observing this, exchanged knowing looks and smirks.

Changbin couldn't resist commenting, "Oh, Han, sacrificing yourself by winning a plushie you don't like. How noble of you!"

Jisung just rolled his eyes, trying to brush off Changbin's teasing. "Someone had to win it, right?"

However, the mood was slightly overshadowed by Ji-Min's demeanor. She seemed out of sorts, particularly when Felix shared a joke and Y/N joined in the laughter. Ji-Min didn't laugh; instead, she gave Y/N a long, scrutinizing look, which didn't go unnoticed by Jisung.

Sensing Ji-Min's discomfort and wanting to offer Y/N some support, Jisung subtly took her hand. Y/N, slightly surprised by the gesture, blushed but didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to welcome the contact, her heart fluttering at the unexpected show of support.

The others, especially Jeongin and Hyunjin, watched the interaction with amusement. "Look at Han, acting all protective. He's like her knight in shining armor," Jeongin whispered.

Hyunjin chuckled. "Yeah, who knew Han had it in him?"

As the group continued their day at the park, enjoying the rides and games, the subtle dynamics between Y/N, Jisung, Ji-Min, and Felix added a layer of complexity to their interactions. Despite this, the overall mood remained upbeat.

At one point, as they took a break for snacks, BangChan observed aloud, "It's great to see everyone having such a good time today."

Y/N, holding the plushie close, replied with a smile, "Yeah, it's been amazing. Thanks, Han, for the plushie. It's really cute."

Jisung, trying to keep up his cool facade, just nodded. "No problem. Glad you like it."

As the day drew to a close, Felix decided to lighten the mood further. "How about we all go for ice cream? My treat!"

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement, and the group made their way to the nearest ice cream stand. The playful banter, laughter, and shared experiences of the day seemed to bring them closer together.

A few days later, Y/N entered the JYP assigned dance studio, where she and Felix were scheduled to work on a dance sequence together. As she stepped inside, she unexpectedly walked in on Felix and his girlfriend, Ji-Min, in the midst of a heated argument.

Y/N paused, uncertain whether to retreat or make her presence known. The couple seemed too engrossed in their dispute to notice her.

"You never consider my feelings, Felix!" Ji-Min was saying, her voice tinged with frustration. "It's always about the group, the music, your career! What about us?"

Felix, looking visibly upset, tried to reason with her. "Ji-Min, it's not like that. My career is demanding, yes, but that doesn't mean I care about you any less."

"But you're always busy! And when you're not, you're surrounded by them, especially her," Ji-Min shot back, her voice rising in pitch.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Y/N cleared her throat, signaling her presence. "Um, I can come back later if this isn't a good time..."

Ji-Min's head snapped towards Y/N, her eyes narrowing as she gave her a once-over. Without a word, Ji-Min brushed past Y/N, nudging her shoulder harshly as she stormed out of the studio.

Y/N, taken aback by Ji-Min's hostility, stood frozen for a moment. Felix looked distressed, his expression a mix of apology and embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm sorry you had to see that," Felix said, running a hand through his hair. "You don't need to leave. We can still practice."

Y/N, trying to offer some comfort, responded softly, "If you need a moment, Felix, it's okay. We can always reschedule."

Felix met Y/N's eyes, a look of gratitude in his. "Thanks, Y/N, but I think focusing on work might be good right now."

As they started their dance rehearsal, the tension slowly began to dissipate. Y/N focused on the dance steps, allowing Felix to immerse himself in the routine. The dance sequence provided a distraction from the earlier confrontation, creating a professional and supportive atmosphere.

Throughout the session, Y/N and Felix worked well together, their movements synchronized. The occasional small talk helped ease the initial awkwardness, and Felix seemed to appreciate the normalcy.

After wrapping up their rehearsal, Felix thanked Y/N for her understanding. "I really appreciate you being cool about all this, Y/N. It means a lot."

Y/N gave a reassuring smile. "No problem, Felix. We all have our days. Just know that I'm here if you ever need to talk."

As Y/N left the studio, she couldn't help but feel concerned for Felix. His relationship issues were clearly taking a toll on him. Ji-Min's and Felix's relationship troubles became more evident over time. Their frequent arguments and Ji-Min's increasing busyness led to Felix appearing mentally exhausted, a shadow of his usual vibrant self.

Y/N, aware of the situation, found herself in a challenging position as she and Felix were assigned a dance cover of the song "Trouble Maker" by Trouble Maker. The dance was known for its intimate choreography, which only added to the existing tension.

One day, while practicing in the studio, Y/N broached the subject with Felix. "Hey, Felix, you've seemed a bit off lately. Is everything okay?"

Felix sighed, taking a moment before responding. "It's just... things with Ji-Min. They're not great. She's been really busy, and when we do talk, it often ends in an argument."

Y/N nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that. And I know our dance routine might be adding to the stress, considering how... close the choreography is."

Felix rubbed the back of his neck, looking conflicted. "Yeah, about that. I'm worried Ji-Min won't take it well. She already doesn't like how much time I spend practicing and being with the group."

Trying to lighten the mood, Y/N offered a small smile. "Well, we're professionals, right? We'll just have to make sure our performance is top-notch. Maybe focusing on the technical aspects will help keep things less awkward?"

Felix managed a weak smile. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just focus on getting the steps down perfectly."

As they continued their practice, both tried to maintain a professional demeanor, focusing on perfecting their movements and timing. The dance was challenging, requiring a balance of precision and expression.

At one point, during a particularly close move, Felix paused. "I'm sorry if this is awkward, Y/N. I just want to make sure we get this right without... crossing any lines."

Y/N stepped back, giving him some space. "No worries, Felix. We're both here to do our best. Just lead the way, and I'll follow."

Their practice sessions continued over the next few days, marked by a mutual effort to keep things professional and focused. Despite the underlying tension, they managed to develop a routine that was both technically impressive and artistically expressive.

Throughout this period, the other members noticed the change in Felix. Changbin mentioned it one day after practice. "Felix, you've been looking really worn out. Everything okay with you and Ji-Min?"

Felix forced a smile. "Just going through a bit of a rough patch. It'll work out, hopefully."

The group offered Felix their support, understanding the personal challenges he was facing. In the midst of their own busy schedules, they made sure to check in on him, reinforcing the strong bonds of friendship and support within the group. The tension backstage at the performance was palpable, especially after Y/N and Felix's dance to "Trouble Maker." The routine had been executed flawlessly, earning roaring applause from the audience, but the reaction backstage was far from celebratory.

Ji-Min's anger was evident as she watched from the wings, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a death glare that sent a chill down the spines of those who noticed it. Jisung, who wasn't entirely comfortable with the dance given his history with Y/N, still understood it was purely professional.

"Did you see Ji-Min's face during their performance?" Seungmin whispered to Changbin and Jisung. "She looked like she was about to explode."

Jisung, his eyes narrowed, nodded slightly. "Yeah, I saw. Let's just hope she keeps her cool."

Y/N, unaware of Ji-Min's growing fury, left to change out of her performance attire. Felix, still backstage, received a warning from the boys.

"Felix, you might want to keep an eye on Ji-Min," Jeongin cautioned. "She didn't look happy with Y/N."

Before Felix could respond, Ji-Min slipped away, following Y/N. In the quiet corridor, she confronted Y/N, grabbing her and shoving her against the wall. Ji-Min's nails dug into Y/N's skin as she hissed, "Stay away from Felix. You're nothing but trouble."

Y/N, shocked and in pain, struggled against Ji-Min's grip, her fear evident.

At that moment, Jisung, Felix, and Changbin turned the corner, witnessing the altercation. Felix's expression darkened immediately. "Ji-Min, let her go!" he demanded, his voice filled with anger. "What is your problem with Y/N? I've had enough of how you've been treating her!"

While Felix and Ji-Min argued, Jisung quickly stepped in, pulling Y/N away from Ji-Min and into his arms. Y/N clung to him, her body shaking from the shock and fear.

Changbin tried to defuse the situation, stepping between Felix and Ji-Min. "Let's not make this worse. We need to calm down."

Felix, his voice firm and resolute, addressed Ji-Min. "We're done, Ji-Min. It's over. Leave me, my bandmates, and my friends alone."

Ji-Min, her face contorted with bitterness, spat back, "You'll regret this, Felix. You'll see."

As she stormed off, the tension in the corridor remained. Felix looked both relieved and distressed, his gaze lingering on Y/N, who was still in Han's embrace.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Felix said softly. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

Y/N, still shaken, managed a weak nod, her focus on regaining her composure. Jisung gently rubbed her back, offering silent support.

Following the unsettling incident with Ji-Min, Bangchan and Felix wasted no time in reporting the matter to JYP Entertainment. Ji-Min's actions were not only unprofessional but also harmful, and they needed to be addressed immediately.

In the office of JYP, Bangchan explained the situation with a serious tone. "We have an issue with Ji-Min. She physically attacked Y/N, and Felix witnessed the whole thing."

Felix, still visibly shaken, added, "She's been showing aggressive behavior for a while now, but this is the first time it got physical."

JYP, concerned and decisive, assured them, "We'll review the security footage right away. This kind of behavior is unacceptable."

The security footage clearly captured Ji-Min's aggressive behavior towards Y/N, leaving no room for doubt. The revelation led to swift action from JYP Entertainment. Ji-Min was immediately cut from the company and blacklisted from all entertainment agencies.

Further investigations into Ji-Min's background revealed startling information. She had been an obsessed fan of Stray Kids since their debut and had always harbored a fixation on Felix. Additionally, it came to light that she had been cheating on Felix with another idol, who was unaware of her relationship with Felix.

The news sent shockwaves through the group. Felix was deeply affected by the revelations, feeling betrayed and misled.

In the privacy of their dorm, the members gathered around Felix, offering their support. Minho spoke first, "Felix, we're here for you, man. You're not alone in this."

Felix, his emotions raw, replied, "I just can't believe she was deceiving me all this time. And to think she hurt Y/N..."

Y/N, who was also present, reassured Felix, "It's not your fault, Felix. You couldn't have known."

"We'll all keep an eye out for each other. That's what we do." Jisung added.

The group spent the evening sharing their thoughts and comforting Felix. There was a sense of solidarity among them, a determination to look out for one another.

As the days passed, Jisung continued to be a steady presence for both Felix and Y/N. His protective nature, which had once been a source of conflict with Y/N, had become something she had grown to appreciate and rely on. Y/N and Felix, having experienced a tumultuous period filled with emotional ups and downs, were gradually finding their way back to normalcy. The ordeal with Ji-Min had affected them both deeply, but it also brought them closer in an unexpected way. Y/N's unrequited feelings for Felix and the hurt they both suffered due to Ji-Min's actions led to a new understanding and mutual support between them.

Over time, Felix began to find joy in his life again, his smile returning more frequently. Y/N, too, was healing, her laughter becoming a regular sound once more. They had become each other's support system, providing comfort and a listening ear whenever needed.

Y/N had accepted that her relationship with Felix would remain platonic. However, Felix felt the need to address the elephant in the room – Y/N's past feelings for him. One day, he decided to talk to her privately in the living room's corner, away from the prying eyes and ears of their bandmates.

"Y/N, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Felix began, his voice gentle.

Y/N looked at him, her expression open and understanding. "What's up, Felix?"

"It's about... well, how you felt about me before," Felix said carefully. "I want you to know that I really value our friendship. I've always cared about you a lot, just not in the way you might have hoped."

Y/N nodded, her face calm. "I understand, Felix. And I want you to know that I'm okay with it. Our friendship means everything to me, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Felix looked relieved. "I'm really glad to hear that. I was worried it might be awkward between us."

Y/N smiled reassuringly. "No, not at all. We've been through a lot, and it's only made our friendship stronger."

Felix extended his arms for a hug, a gesture of friendship and gratitude. Y/N accepted the hug warmly, a sign of their solid and enduring friendship.

As they pulled away, Felix smiled. "Thanks for being so understanding, Y/N. You're an amazing friend."

Y/N returned the smile. "Anytime, Felix. And thank you for being there for me too."

Unbeknownst to them, Jisung, who sat on the other end of the room, caught a glimpse of their embrace and overheard snippets of their conversation. Misinterpreting the situation, a wave of emotions surged through him. His mind raced with thoughts, mistakenly believing that there might be something more between Y/N and Felix.

A mix of disappointment and self-reproach washed over Jisung. "How could I be so naive to think Y/N might have feelings for me?" he thought to himself, feeling a pang of foolishness.

In a sudden, impulsive move, Jisung stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. The sudden noise caught everyone's attention, turning their heads in his direction.

BangChan, concerned by Han's unexpected reaction, called out to him. "Hey, Jisung, where are you going?"

But Jisung didn't respond. He quickly exited the room, his footsteps echoing his turmoil. He needed space to process his feelings, to understand the whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold of him.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Felix and Y/N broke away from their hug, unaware of the misunderstanding they had inadvertently caused. They rejoined the group, their faces reflecting the ease of their resolved conversation.

Y/N, noticing the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere, asked, "Did something happen? Where did Jisung go?"

BangChan, still looking towards the door Jisung had exited through, replied with a hint of concern, "I'm not sure. He just stormed out. Maybe something's bothering him."

The group exchanged puzzled looks, the mood shifting from comfort to concern. They all knew Jisung as someone who rarely let his emotions get the better of him in such a visible way.

Felix, feeling a sense of responsibility, suggested, "Maybe someone should check on him."

Y/N, still puzzled and worried, nodded in agreement. "I'll go see if he's okay."

Y/N hurried after Jisung, her concern growing with each step. "Jisung, wait up!" she called out, her voice echoing down the hallway.

Jisung finally slowed down, his shoulders tense, his body language betraying a turmoil of emotions. When Y/N caught up to him, he turned around abruptly, his expression a mix of frustration and hurt.

"I just don't get it, Y/N," he started, his voice shaking slightly. "I've always been there for you, through everything. And then... then I see you going back to Felix, who just sees you as a friend."

Y/N listened, her heart sinking as she realized the depth of Jisung misunderstanding.

Jisung’s words tumbled out in a rush, revealing more than he probably intended. "I was so stupid to think I'd ever have a chance with you. How could I not see that it was never going to be me? And how could you not see how I feel about you?"

Y/N, taken aback by the intensity of his confession, didn't know how to respond. Jisung feelings, laid bare in such a raw manner, were both surprising and revealing.

In a moment driven by a mixture of impulse and emotion, Y/N reached out, pulling Jisung into a deep, passionate kiss. The action was spontaneous, a response to the pent-up feelings and the tension of the moment. Jisung, stunned at first, quickly responded to the kiss, his arms wrapping around Y/N, pulling her close. The initial shock gave way to a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together, leaving no space in between.

As they continued to kiss, lost in the moment, they were unaware of their audience. The rest of the band, having followed Y/N out of concern for Jisung, had silently witnessed the scene unfolding.

The boys exchanged looks of surprise and relief. "Finally," Seungmin whispered, a smile on his face.

Felix, observing the scene with a sense of pride and happiness, murmured, "Looks like they finally figured it out."

The moment between Jisung and Y/N marked a significant shift in their relationship. From frenemies to friends, and now, in this unexpected turn of events, they had crossed into new territory, exploring their feelings for each other beyond friendship.

As Jisung and Y/N eventually broke away from their kiss, they looked into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. They didn't need words to express what had just happened; the kiss had said it all.

The rest of the band quietly retreated, giving Jisung and Y/N the space they needed. They knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for the two, a journey from a tumultuous past to a hopeful future.

Jisung and Y/N, still in each other's arms, took a moment to process the intensity of their emotions. What had started as a moment of frustration and confession had blossomed into something more, something neither of them had anticipated but both were ready to explore.

The journey ahead for Jisung and Y/N was uncertain, but one thing was clear – they were willing to take the chance and see where their newfound understanding and feelings would lead them.

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nonbinarypirat · 5 months

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I promised to do a break down on Azz's and Clara's relationship specifically since the initial post was so long (Iruma's relationships within the love trio) so here it is! This is long compared to my initial post breakdown of the relationships since I am just focusing on these two. And I wanted to do these two right since so many people think Azz doesn't like or appreciate Clara.

As we know, in the beginning the two of them mostly revolved around Iruma. Azz was very much annoyed with Clara's personality, there wasn't much to tie Clara to Asmodeus besides playing, and as they mention in the manga, more than likely they would have never met and/or become friends without Iruma. Iruma was very much needed for the initial start of their relationship. However, that doesn't mean that by this point in the story we don't see they both care deeply for each other outside of just getting along for the sake of having Iruma.

Similarly to Iruma, Clara has enabled Azz to experience more playfulness and childlike fun than he ever experienced previously. Clara is not just some afterthought within the love trio. She is necessary for the two of them to open up more emotionally. Especially Azz. Asmodeus in general is a very closed off person by nature, stemmed from a fairly isolated childhood of no one wanting to interact with him. We see this when the soulmates are first seperated because they have to join other clubs. Azz basically never interacted with the other members unless he had to. It's hard for him to open up and let his excitable, lovely side shine through. Clara is one of the people that inspired that in him because even with just Iruma, Asmodeus wouldn't know how to just let himself be playful. Sure, the first time him and Clara played together was because Iruma asked him to, but that was more than likely the first time he has ever done this.

Additionally, Clara gives Azz an extra challenge. She's not easy to understand and is someone he feel like he must compete with for Iruma's affections (of course that has changed drastically in the latest volumes and chapters). Asmodeus is used to being the best, outshining anyone and anything in his path. He's a young genius. But that means he didn't have something to push him to grow. Clara is someone who is so widely different from him that it causes him to have to strive towards understanding her. When they have to work together for the hell dance, Azz realizes that yeah, she thinks about the world in an entirely interesting way compared to him. And he can learn from this new perspective. Azz has really grown to care about Clara because he knows she can open up sides of him no one else can.

Clara on the other hand learns about more structure then she ever had before. Clara has been on a character development of realizing that yes, unadulterated chaos can be great. But it can also just cause trouble for yourself and for others. She can rely on Azz to shut down some of her more outlandish ideas, not because of meaness but because the situation doesn't call for it (though he'll shut it down in the sassiest way possible of course). She lives beyond the comprehension of most people and that's what makes her so wonderful. But she can go overboard and doesn't tend to second guess things. With characters like this, you need somone/something to stop them before something ends up being a giant mess.

And Clara felt the same as Azz too about the way he thinks. To Clara, he also makes zero sense. That's why she also needs to strive to understand him and be more considerate of his feelings. She understands that emotions and care doesn't come easy to Asmodeus. And she gives him room to express them however he can and gives him the encouragement he needs. She truly is the best at understanding the emotions that Azz and Iruma are experiencing. Her role as the emotional challenger/instigator pushes Azz to understand why he is feeling that way.

Like I said, Clara is very much needed in the group. I'll fight anyone who thinks she isn't. Because without Clara's brazen approach to feelings, these two boys wouldn't push themselves. Like, sure she group in her toy box because she could see something is wrong with iuma, but it was as much for Azz as it was for him. Because she would also know when he's feeling down about something too. I saw someone call her their safe place on twitter and its true. She's someone they can go to when they just need to talk to someone or vent to. And like a trained big sister, she will pet their hair and listen.

I really hope we get to see just these two interact more as the story progresses as well as Clara Iruma solo time. Because I care about the love trio so much, they are basically free therapy for me. Oh and in case you were wondering, yes I am obessed with Azz wanting to take a picture of Clara in her cute swimsuit. He's so in love with his soulmates it's so cute. I know he has the best icloud service and still has to backup his photos often from how many pictures of Iruma and Clara he owns.

#iruma-kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik #wtdsik #mairuma #the love trio #iruclarazz #clara valac #asmodeus alice #character analysis #relationship dynamics

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dilfhos · 8 months

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sooo this is gonna be a messy rant on the observations ive made between different writer communities, blog interactions and overall “status”. just silly little things I’ve noticed in my 4+ years being on tumblr btwn 2 diff blogs. and this is about no one specific, a very generalized post so if you find urself offended i honestly dont know what to tell you?? :o do better ig. & if you relate, i feel for you. TLDR @/end.

i dont like interacting/ building connections with people but not for the reasons ppl think. im not stuck up or pretentious or weird or anything. just another anime-enjoyer who loves to write in her free time. nobody special by a longshot!! i enjoy writing, always have since before i was a teen. (wasn’t always ff tho!).

but over the years ive just noticed fandom writing has its gritty sides that no one talks about often and its no mystery why so many prolific/ popular writers deactivated, me included. i had some shitty experiences and have seen friends go bc of it.

firstly, I’ve noticed, once you start interacting and building friendships with people, it’s easier to see the bigger perspective of where ppl stand and the blatant hierarchy of friendships and groups. same applies to that outside. like its literally just me n’ my bsf then my acquaintances bc mfs be weirddd omg its like cults or something. like thats why initially I didn’t interact w/anyone starting on my new blog. that n’ fear of drama following from my last blog ugh. ‘Cept the few i’ve met on my old blog (like my wifey)

not to mention i have bad anxiety. and sometimes im cue-deaf. i dont always pick up what people put down and vice versa and it makes me conscious in a lot of my interactions. so a part of me doesn’t want to interact at all to avoid all awkwardness and possible miscommunications. that’s not to say i don’t notice subtle changes in interactions after one situation / conversation or so forth, that in myself or witnessed between other ppl. (im perceptive, just not that good conversationalist lol. like i really have to try.)

but then…if you don’t interact with people on here, your chances of building an audience or a reader base is slim to none. the likelihood of developing relationships is zip. because you’re already perceived and pegged as just another tumblr writer. pause. to clarify, a writer who doesn’t want any recognition or interactions from mutuals or new friends. or just a lonely writer? a introverted, lonely writer. which leads to little to none interactions (anons, reblogs, moots —exposure.)

so then its like you’re kinda placed btwn a rock n a hard place. and there’s absolutely no problem with that! in fact this is the best part—meeting friends and like-minded people! people that make being online all the more worth it right? thirsting over fictional characters and sharing in each other’s works!

but you have to be in specific circles it seems. but then you can’t imply that you want to be in those circles bc then you’re desperate.

but well, then you cant purposefully want to be independent or be on your own or else you’re a hater, hypocrite or stuck up. not to mention, no one will reblog your stuff lol. no one will interact fr, and you’re friendless essentially. and god forbid if you disagree on something as if opinions don’t exist btw! then you’re being ganged up on. (like omg grow up!)

but then if you reach out you’re seen as trying to wedge in or kiss ass? you interact and follow and you’re ignored or left hanging? (bc im gonna touch your hand when i say this—it never gave fan, your majesty of horny nerds) and this is about ALL the writing communities and fandoms—spicy content, black content and dark content. ALL.

yet no one wants to talk about the pregnant elephant in the room—bias. and favoritism. also people seem to have a hard time being direct with how they’re feeling toward/about someone ( in a good or bad way) which in turn leads to a lot of miscommunication and subliminal attacks. (not to mention hate anons? one of my moots just had her inbox flooded w/them recently, ew.)

you can lead a horse to water AND you can write a 500-word essay on the observations made on tumblr writers as a whole. (a long ass post on the truth on behalf of those feeling this too)

also, slapping a HEY LOOK AT ME! IM A WRITER WHO WANTS INTERACTION AND FRIENDS! on a blog is frankly embarrassing. it shouldn’t even take all that seeing how easy it is for others wanting the same thing.

or doing less to achieve the same result.

not to mention, yall shit on ppl who essentially feel this way altogether bc you peg them as sb who doesn’t “try” or just jealous when their own works are phenomenally written themselves. ive seen it. and ive lived it. never gave jealousy baby.

at the end of the day, we’re all writers— either longterm or hobbyists. (personally, im longterm) self-indulgent or not! and its absolutely amazing when people are being fair in how they spread love and feedback to their writers.

Secondly, its not news that people have to want to reblog your fics so that their followers can reblog, so they can reblog, and their followers can reblog and so forth. but ppl honestly dont care atp bc once they’ve already read it, they owe you nothing. and apparently asking for reblogs is crass and bold. (imma do it anyway) but putting your very all into a story just to turn and see a half-thought out hc soaring 3k in 2hrs and 5k in a day — you have to stfu, open your ass and take it. keep it cute!

you’re getting fucked after all!!

because if you complain—you’re just jealous and lazy and uncreative!! and i hate that to seem like a writer worth a damn, you have to change up your writing style every two weeks to fit in with trending waves.

“no more poetic long fics, nobody’s into that! short, snappy slutty shots are all the rage!” “ppl are only into these specific tropes but you can’t exceed 2k words!” “only add trending characters to these hcs! ppl love them only!” “don’t write too much about a specific character or else ill unfollow you!” its exhausting.

i am well within my right as a literary artist to desire more feedback and interaction on anything i put out. period. and you are too! 🫵

God, im tired of that stupid, ‘you have to enjoy your writing for yourself and not worry about notes’ line. i do love my writing! don’t get me wrong there’s nobody id rather write like if not myself fr. not to mention the inspiration i draw from famous literary authors. however, i would love feedback and the same energy that i see with others in my same caliber.

and when i see others that didn’t even try fr—its a slap in the face to put it bluntly.

i can want silly little comments and notes about something i cherish and put out for that reason and yall aren’t gonna make me feel bad about it. sorry! like yall really be making people feel shitty for wanting the same type of interactions you get! especially when its harmless, bye asf. nb want to recipe to ur peach cobbler b!

the only one giving push back are those appointed popular /top blogs n’ cliques tho. now personally, i honestly dgaf if you have 20 followers or 25k, writing is writing and if its good you should want to support it regardless of following count/interaction right?

unfortunately, and quite unsurprisingly its not the case for the rest of this hellhole lol. there’s always gonna be some “big blog” in any part of tumblr or any social media for that matter.

but when the sole purpose being on a site like tumblr to write is mainly exposure, then it just makes it ten times worse especially if it seems that these blogs are steady at the top of every. single. tag. and listen, i know how initially stupid that sounds but when you’ve picked up on patterns for as long as i have, well iykyk.

so imma be real bc no one else will, half of the posts that yall see with 25k notes have alr been done. just different characters, different words, different dialogue. And 8/10 its been done by sb who only received 100 notes. Thats the evil part. whats more is that it lacks the creativity the one post with 100-300 notes is filled with completely.

POP QUIZ! what post would readers be more inclined to read? — one that says 10k (ohhh that must be popular!) or the one with only 150 (oh i guess nb really liked that one) that no one is even willing to reblog for MORE. and BOOM. now yall wonder why so many great writers LEAVE, its a fucking joke.

so unfortunately its no longer only about or only on readers anymore. its about who you know and who you know is willing to support your fr. who is willing to REBLOG your fics for their friends and followers, so that their friends and followers can reblog. to fit in you actually have to get in these days and it makes it all less enjoyable. makes it a chore and if you aren’t ‘doing it right’ ultimately it makes you feel shitty about your writing. (Please don’t, you are doing amazing. its the platform.)

it makes people not want to jump into writing. it pushes away those who actually want to join writing communities and meet people without feeling like they have to jump thru hoops to thrive or worse—live in other ppls shadows. and then it deters those from speaking up in fear of being shut down by bigger groups. ive seen it happen time and time again.

lastly, and this is the juiciest part! you absolutely cannot say anything about any of this bc you’re complaining and a fisher just looking for attention and not someone who just want things to be fair all over. play the game, right? ( wrong. and if this is your logic, you suck! )

its no longer about making flashy banners and pretty themes. its no longer about how many clever directory links you add or how many games you initiate on your blog or whether or not you’ve reblogged your fic three times already. its about your “friends”, other mutuals, and blogs willing to support you too. not just the audience. audience gonna do what they want regardless. reblog, don’t reblog, whatever. “at least ive read it right?” but everyone knows this. duh! but it’s obvious who doesn’t care as long as they’re on top of that tag! its admirable in a way but it sucks for those wanting to break out and build some kind of readerbase and/or make friends.

TLDR; people need to stop being bias and be fair and open lol. stop picking favorites and share the love all around. you see another person writing your favorite character or trope, give them a fucking chance and reblog, regardless if they’re in your ‘circle’ / radar or not. regardless if you know them or not. hell, let them put you on to a new fandom. bc writing is writing and making new moots and finding new fics seem to be what everyone loves to showcase until its time to actually do it. no wonder people get discouraged to make friends and write, yall treat it like some kind of secret society when its supposed to be fun💀 not a competition. (yall need to dead this clique-y shit. )

#writers #writers of tumblr #WATCH EVERYONE SKIP OVER THIS DHDHDJDN #OH OH OH #and im black #LMAO THATS THE PUNCHLINE #so #all of this isnt only happening in a general writing fandom #but the little corner for my black people??#and in the corners of other minorities #IT HAPPENS HERE TOO DHGSGJG #nb is safe🙅🏾‍♀️#i thought we were escaping exclusivity?#and assumptions made about other people??#trust when i say this is NOT about anyone specific #just silly little observations #and pieces of my experiences #so any complaints #SHOVE IT SHOVE IT SHOVE IT!#will delete if this starts a revolt #or not bc i love chaos in the name of truth #i hope yall can feel the sarcasm this is kinda longer than i intended but i wanted to be as thorough as possible in my point #been working on this for a min #im not tagging as discourse bc this isn’t what this is #and if you treat is as such imma just assume you’re exactly who im talking about and keep it pushing🤷🏾‍♀️#just be better is all im saying #BYE I JUST CAUGHT SO MANY MISTAKES #the shame #i was caught up #but yall get it

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