#and I’m not getting a new battery or anything bc I don’t drive now I use transit
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insufferable
pairing: jimin x y/n
glimpse: rich kid!jimin is a cuddly spoiled brat, personal assistant!y/n is his constant in everything, bodyguard!jungkook keeps making pLAUSIBLE excuses to wear dark clothes, and chef!jin’s dishes are as heavenly as his looks but nO he’s not gonna make u homemade cookie dough at 2 in the morning just bECAUSE u asked nicely :((( he’s gonna do it at 4 am bc you pouted
wordcount: 31k so if u have difficulty with this fic then pls open it in ur desktop or open it in tumblr safari/browser instead of the app :D
notes: this piece is a favorite of mine!! this consumed nine pages in my notebook when i was just getting started to write the fLOW and this whole thing is the longest i’ve ever written // and aLSO the gif isn’t mine!! :D
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if there’s one thing that jimin hates
absolutely hates
besides not having limited edition luxury items because it sold out so qUICKLY that he didn’t get to (slightly) pull some strings to snatch it
besides not having the satisfactory unboxing from the hundreds of PR packages he gets everyday because the packaging’s either tOO simple or too difficult
is you, his personal assistant, not giving in to his wishes
technically your job description’s the opposite since it meant to comply to jimin’s beck and call and NOT interfere with his decisions
at first you were scared to death to even rAISE a brow at jimin’s decisions
“y/n, if u were to buy a limited edition audemars piguet watch — which variant would you choose?? silver, gold, oR black leather??”
“AP??? mr. park — sir i-...”
“sir. three letters. y/n.,.,.. ur a genius. thanks i’m gonna buy all three now :D”
but that was two years ago!!
you grew balls and learned to shut up only when necessary!!
you may be jimin’s personal assistant but you turned into a best friend now who jUST so happens to be with him almost 24/7 while still being his PA
he got you to drop mr. park early on because it AGED him
jimin remembers being in his breakfast nook at the time with his phone turned off and as he’s holding it he could see his reflection on the black screen and he almost fLIPS to see this wrinkle at the corner of his eye
and at the same moment he hears your voice going mR. PARK as you go on to say something completely irrelevant to the battle in his mind of oh my god do i hAVE a wrinkle
“jimin. not mr. park pls that’s my father. jimin. jimin. y’know what??? call me bABY JIMIN-“
he was freaking out
lol it wasn’t a wrinkle
just a little sleep mark he obtained because he was snoozing off for hours with his face squished into his pillow persistently
being close was inevitable, really
you were close in age and you’re his first ever assistant!!!
sure jimin has had his fair share of nannies growing up but now he’s an adult and he’s mvoed out
but his parents still look out for him :))
so yeah he gets a personal assistant, a bodyguard that could also be the driver (jimin’s desperate to mASTER driving okay), and a chef!!
it’s said that a person is not more than six connections away from another
you are a fIRM believer of that now because of a cousin who has a friend whose-
mr. and mrs. park were genuinely :O and :D to know that jimin didn’t resent you and you were going along well!!! money isn’t an issue but jimin’s bills this month wasn’t as high as it used to be because he let this season’s designer pieces because honestly they were a bit ugly hehe :D
he’s learned from you that he dOESN’T have to buy apparel from each season because he does that for all the previous,,, he should buy it because he genuinely likes it and u know what
you’re right
you get that jimin has the freedom to buy what he wants because it is his money after all and he’s still technically your boss even if mr. and mrs. park (ok maybe their assistant) are the ones that transfer your salary to your bank account
and you only step in (first as a friend, second as a PA) when he’s being ULTIMATELY irrational and shallow
jimin’s looking at you with a full pout, fists balled up as another whine escapes from his throat
“why won’t you just let me buy another sweater???”
the gray sweater in question was clearly expensive and you don’t even have to take a look at the label to confirm your thoughts
it was just a tiny splotch of chocolate from the french toast jin made for breakfast!!!
jimin was particularly giddy to have it for breakfast because “jIN-HYUNG i didn’t know u would cook this for breakfast omg i loVE U”
the chef made extra portions of course because he knows the younger one goes WEAK for his french toast
aha and not to flex but basically everything else he cooks because he’s that good :D
didn’t even notice on how eager he was eating until you strolled in to get your own plate and just booped at the damp spot of his sweater
:((((
“because i could wash it off, jimin”
his clothes were dry-cleaned to the surprise of no one
and yes u kinda feel sorry because he has a pout on his face and you know this is one of his favorite sweaters aND all he has to do is press some buttons and god it would probably be delivered to him in less than an hour
he has a new shirt on and jimin’s tugging at the hem of yours as if to plead, watching you work under his curious gaze
u know u have a wash basin here somewhere in this laundry room
that almost isn’t used at all :))
anything that has to do with chores in jimin’s massive place is for decor purposes only :))))
two top-notch washing machines that you could only sEE through pinterest before working here and they just collect DUST
if you were hypothetically a robber can you like.,.,., steal this from jimin.,.,.,. without him noticing,.,...
actually yeah you can
anyways
jimin’s just sitting himself on top of said washing machine as your there beside him with a basin that’s filled with water
and then there’s some detergent??? and-
“wHY ARE yOU STRETCHING OUT THE FABRIC”
“jimin iM NOT”
you’re scrubbing out the stain as gentle yet as efficient as possible without having the fabric stretched too much
he’s whining and clawing at you to sTOP and he shuts himself up every ten seconds because
you’re rinsing it off again???
and you’re squeezing it out???
basic hand washing is a relatively new concept that’s mind-boggling to jimin apparently :D
within a second are you raising up his sweater to him and he’s skeptical so he’s feeling it out and-
tHE STAIN
THE STAIN DISAPPEARED
omg
jimin is so clueless at times especially since your standard of normal is different from his so as much as you wanna take credit for it
like that time he went to the snow for a goddamn photoshoot and u were in a cabin and he pointed to a gas stove and was like :O
god if seokjin was included in that trip he would laugh endlessly bc jimin was too familiar with an electric stove and nOT a gas one
“isn’t this unsafe??”
poor baby was too nervous when you turned the gas range on and you’re like “yA a bit but only when you forget to turn it off obviously”
so he was turning the knob and it won’t turn on and he was so frustrated!!! he wasn’t even gonna cook anything!!! he just wanted to turn the stove on!!!!
then jimin sees you fishing out a lighter you carry on with you because he likes bringing these artisan candles with him whenever he’s going out for a shoot
you’re rotating the knob?? there still isn’t fire bUT now there’s one now that you put the flame from the lighter near it???
he was NEARLY scared as he’s hiding behind your back
“aha look at that!!! a flame!!! from a gas stove!! :D”
now’s not the time to have your fun at poking on his cluelessness because you have things to do and stuff to pack and jimin really needs to learn basic skills at life to survive on his own but that’s for another time
“now toss it to the washing machine and wash it regularly while i send you your schedule for today.”
:)
you’re skipping off to fetch your phone by the breakfast nook and jimin’s... kinda just... standing there
he’s stoic with a sheepish smile
:)
“you.... you don’t know how to work the washing machine.,.,.,.?”
aha jimin definitely does not know how to
feels a bit embarrassed because he seems daunted by this task and his personal assistant has question marks all over her face
but nonetheless you still come over to him and jimin’s heart went wOOSH
he is an adult who is almost fully dependent on you and that bit he is entirely sure of :))
“what do you think is step one?”
oh no iS THIS A TRICK QUESTION
jimin can blame it on his grogginess because he just woke up but he knows that you know he is vERY much awake right now
“... plug?? it’s not battery-operated, right?? plug it in!! yeah, plug it in :D”
he’s proud of that one for knowing because he’s already finding himself the plug and boop just plug it in to that socket right there!! it makes perfect sense
you’re there trying to stifle your laughter at the image of jimin probably having the image of a washing machine with those little 9V batteries you use in a diy series circuit in class :(((
you are not gonna laugh THAT loudly
“that’s good, jimin!! okay now what do you think is the next step?”
okay he’s intimidated now
“do you put in the shirt first or do you put in the detergent?? wHY is there no water?? is he supposed to fill it up?? these buttons look helpful but they’re just too many-“
he finds you putting your hand on top of his to release his grip on the sweater :(((
“you put it in.”
“your washing machine’s on the fancier side so it calibrates how heavy you put in first and then after it does that, it figures out what type of washing needs to be done!! how much water and how much detergent!! and then-”
oh
he didn’t know that
the door to the laundry room bursts open and a jokingly-frantic jungkook pops in
jimin thought it was a serious situation for a second because kook was putting him behind himself and he’s even cROUCHING and his stance is of a basketball player in a defense stance and he’s like WHAT WHAT JUNGKOOK???
“from what do i need to protect jimin from?? is the washing machine being tOO bizarre from him???”
“yA!!!”
jimin’s pouting at that and even punches kook in the shoulder and that just makes him laugh even more
even jungkook pokes fun at his job
he takes being a bodyguard vERY seriously okay!!!
yes he may be younger than jimin and he’s actually the first-ever bodyguard he’s ever had that’s close to his age bUT that doesn’t mean his skillset is far from those middle-aged men that went out with jimin when he was still in his teens
kook’s took up various martial arts and at one point even took boxing!! he likes to think that he is more than certified for this job ok
jimin doesn’t actually need that much protecting (thankfully there aren’t any death threats or something grave),, it just so happened that he’s a bit of a prominent figure and there are times that when he steps out in public, he almost immediately gets mobbed
or there are times when jimin just needs someone to be with him to give him a sense of security because he is highly vulnerable to being mugged
that’s what jungkook is for!!
originally he was supposed to have a uniform and jimin protested that to his parents because aish it looked too official and he dOESN’T want that
doesn’t stop kook from intentionally buying tracksuits and matching sets because it makes him feel official and they’re just really comfortable :D
you, jungkook and jin are jimin’s first-evers (as he’d like to call it) and quite frankly he’s thankful because the three of you were eASY to be along with!!
it’s always been a running joke to how you work for jimin and how even jin who was older than him hAD to call him mr. park at first
“yA think of my pride when i used to call you mr. park!!”
he got everyone to drop it and jin was so relieved and resorted to calling him random food because he cares for the kid and this mochi he ate the other day resembled jimin
he sometimes sees jimin’s face in those jiggly cakes he makes as a dessert for when he’s done with a shoot and has been texting him nonstop because he was craving :((
jungkook was laid off calling jimin as mr. park in a rather different way
he accidentally called jimin as jimin-hyung
pretty eARLY ON
and god he just froze because fuck did he rEALLY just call his job jimin-hyung???
and jimin was :O
he was freaking out excitedly!!
oMG this is the first time someone called him hyung!!!
he isn’t counting the times he got called in honorifics by those snotty little kids that were the children of his parents’ friends
and he froze too and he was about to squeal!!!
jungkook was about to bury himself
like seriously
should he pretend it was a ghost or something?? that it wasn’t him?? maybe jimin’s just getting old and he’s hearing things??
“mr. park i-”
“no no nOOO!! omg it’s okay don’t call me mr. park!! just call me jimin!! jimin-hyung!! i like that better pls jungkook pls :D”
it was comfortable between the four of you and you are so glad that jimin is only SELDOM an uptight rich brat and you know what,,, maybe he’s even picking up some personality traits from the three of you
it was basically impossible to not absorb traits from each other
basically the living situation is pretty direct!!
jimin’s property has a huge backyard
and in that backyard, there’s this separate guesthouse that has three rooms and has its own bathroom to each one!!
THE THREE OF YOU DON’T RESIDE THERE THO :D
the three of you used to but just on this particularly lonely night, jimin was ??? because there are more than enough rooms for the four of you in the main house
ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᵏ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᶦⁿᵍ
so on that night where the three of you are cramped into jin’s room because he has the biggest and you all wanted to watch this movie that they said is too ridiculous that it became good, there was a kNOCK
jungkook was immediately pushed to open the door because he was the bodyguard and he was sCARED
normally jimin doesn’t even go to the backyard
and it ended up with you opening the door with jin and kook crouched behind you and they were wAIT IS THAT MR. PARK
the three of you were in your pajamas and are like aha :D
jimin is as surprised as you are and he does a double-take on kook because he was so used to seeing him in these non-obligatory but much appreciated tracksuits and nOT matching pink pajamas with uh an angry bunny???
he snapped out quickly when you asked him what’s wrong and you’re already in PA mode asking him what he needs
“o-oh!! uhm no no everything’s fine!! aHa you see i was just wondering if you uhm -- if the three of you wanna come in?? h-hang out..,.,?? i have this cake that was given to me awhile ago a-and i can’t eat it alone and i-...”
god he was so cute
fumbling with his words as he tries to ask out the three of you to spend time with him and not for work
once he was done he looks up to three grinning faces bc he was sO adorable being beyond nervous
and the three of you agreed instantly like sURE as long as we don’t disrupt you or anything!! :D
needless to say instant friendship was born that night hehe
he asked the three of you to move to the main house and not stay in the guest one because he was very insistent that it was isolating to think of and you’re not even guests!!!!
so yeah the very next day the three of you moved in and you’re all still :D
as per rest days, you have them!!
those two free days adjust to jimin’s schedule so they were being rotated constantly
jimin can have all three of you in some days, but most of the time, one’s out to have their off!! it basically adjusts to what jimin has in his plate for the day
you all have your own places but jimin insists that you can have ur off-days here!!! the three of you could stay and he’s not gonna bother the one who has said off-day for the whole time
if he’s going out for a shoot, you and jungkook are the most essential so jin could take his off for that one
if jimin’s free and he’s just lazing around, then jin stays and it could jungkook’s off
it’s under rules that atleast one stays with jimin!!! it was easy to hang around with but the three of you needed to learn the others’ job
jungkook’s given the both of you an intensive course on how to drive jimin’s cars and nOT be intimidated to how any damage that would be done is gonna be more expensive than anything you’ve ever bought in your whole life!!
teached how to sweep away people would sometimes get too close and the trick was to keep one arm on jimin and the other fURIOUSLY waving away while you keep his head down and have the most stoic face ever
he also gave you and jin a swiss army knife to keep on you because u never know amirite
jin taught you and jungkook how to not burn the kitchen down
made a list to what jimin doesn’t exactly like on his food and to how there’s a formula to what meals he prepares for him in the exact needs before a shoot or summat; such as being filled and not looking bloated!!
also taught to how you should keep your cool when jimin shoves his phone to your face excitedly about this recipe for a dessert too early in the morning
jin and jungkook still can’t get the hang of your job
it was busy and all over the place
you were in your own flat and kook and jin were left with jimin
it was just a quick shoot and the brand had it all taken care of the last time so you cashed in your break and just let them handle it
jin was very confused??? like do you just stand here the whole time????
jimin was filling him in to what you usually did
“this is the part where y/n-”
“oHHHH okay okay that’s easy!!”
no
it was not easy
jungkook was not helping
“hYUNG i’m doing something!! i’m a bodyguard!! my job is to protect jimin!!”
“wHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?? are you protecting jimin from the hairdryer?? or are you protecting him from the straightener?? eXACTLY now help me do y/n’s job!!!”
at the next day you came back, they never underestimated your job eVER
“it was the equivalent of gordon ramsay calling that chef an idiot sandwich :((((”
“i would rather take another intense yoga class than to take your job :((”
same as jimin’s job descriptions, yours were also all over the place
you become what he needs you to be
although that sounds really cheesy :D
jimin is already famous enough as it is for being jimin
he’s known for being his parents’ only child
and it just so happened that his parents are insanely famous and rich too
his first shot at fame was when his parents were like “ok!!! let’s put in our baby for this baby commercial he’s the perfect fit for it uWU”
all he did was become baby jimin and all he did back then was babble and crawl and drool over himself and then suddenly it was the first peak to mr. and mrs. park’s son and he already has evERYONE wrapped around his tiny pinky
no one ever wants to live that baby commercial down
he wants everyone to collectively forget that it even happened
he’s made the three of you pinky-promise to not eVER watch it nor search nor even breathe in the direction of that course
curiosity ate the three of you because now more than ever you all wANTED to watch it
you and jin and kook pretend to never have watched it :)
jungkook has to resist a squeal every time he sees jimin’s hand reaching out for him
jin keeps himself from cooing because sometimes he wants to put a spoon to jimin’s mouth just to recreate that baby food scene
anyways
jimin’s jobs are all over the place!!
most times he’s a model for various luxury brands
he sometimes has minor roles in shows and movies and boom views iMMEDIATELY spike up and his scene would be the most talked-about scene in said media
you remember that he did this cameo once and he appeared for like five seconds
the amount of money he got for it was insane!!!!
jimin just down-played it bc you’re to one who accepted the envelope because he was over in another set talking to the director and while you’re kind of rigid he’s become :D “aHa ignore that pls do u want ice cream”
he has these collaborations too both in fashion and jewelry that he takes really seriously
the only fields he hasn’t dabbled in yet was music and dance
god you really want to see that
you’re sure that he’s probably gonna hit home-run with it too because jimin was just naturally great and gifted at things :(((
he was so effortless
like the way he’s moving right now with this silk shirt on him and these embroidered and fit golden pants and even has the photographer sWOONING
jungkook’s nodding earnestly with his arms crossed as the both of you watch jimin by the sidelines
“can u believe that we work for a multi-millionaire”
that part never sinks in either
there’s much respect and awe in between your respective work relationships with jimin!!!
he’s kind and sweet aND he could be a brat sometimes but he can get told off :D
“a multi-millionaire who i argued with this morning about to whether the cHICKEN OR THE EGG CAME FIRST”
these banters between the two,,, christ
“are u gonna have that argument every time jin cooks eggs for breakfast”
...
one of them can spot a single thing and have an argument ensued in the next second
jimin once saw a yellow gummy bear and said “look!! it’s a lemon one!!” and kook was like “lmao nO how much you wanna bet it’s banana”
???? jungkook was a dummy for that one
passing the time while jimin’s on his shoots are quite entertaining
apparently being linked to park jimin has its perks and advantages
a crew member saw the both of you standing so of cOURSE you’re immediately being offered seats :D
to be entirely honest, ever since you received the jimin’s crew treatment, you and kook wordlessly tried to dress better when accompanying him to things like these
jungkook must’ve been looking extra broody and extra fashionable today with his all-black outfit once again but this time he was wearing something more figure-forming
even added some silver hoops for a nice touch and he’s eternally thankful that jimin allowed having multiple piercings in for the job because what’s it gonna do?? slow down jungkook when he needs to throw a punch?? aHA he doesn’t think so
must’ve been looking so f i n e that someone approaches to where the both of you are sitting
“are you the new model?? why are you sTILL here go to hair and makeup right now!!!”
jungkook has logged off and you swear you could hear a microsoft xp shutting down
thankfully you step in and speak for a speechless gguk who’s buring his face in your neck before he gets whisked away by the now sheepish crew member
he is BLUSHING
he’s placing himself to be as tiny as possible as he squishes himself to your figure
jungkook’s speaking in tiny text rn
he is giggling and squealing and he is practically burning in flattery
the chair he’s sitting on looks like it was gonna collapse with how he’s moving like a worm sprinkled in salt
“yAAAaA what’s happening???”
jimin just finished that portion of the shoot and the first thing that greets him is a withering jungkook cuddling (???) to you puts a bad taste to his mouth
he’s holding jungkook’s face up in genuine concern but also to keep his face out from your thighs :((((
“he got mistakened for a model”
at your answer he immediately sQUEALS again in the fresh memory as he’s giggling away from jungkook’s grasp and back again to your neck as he’s trying to calm himself down
the situation is amusing and even more-so jungkook’s reaction
jimin doesn’t find it amusing as much though
why are you letting kook nuzzle to you :((((
not that he cares or anything :D
not that it affects him in a way or something :D
you finally get kook to calm down because there are now inquiring stares at the both of you and u need to put a straight face on
you are the PA of the well-respected park jimin you nEED to keep your composure
jimin needs to keep his cool on the other hand :)
he’s gonna ignore his feelings for now because putting things aside until it bit him in the ass is his specialty!!
that’s why he has you as his personal assistant for!!
“y/n can u pls put in putting aside my feelings for you in next year’s schedule?”
“putting aside my feelings for you; next year!! sure thing wAIT WHAT”
he hates confrontation so much
jimin doesn’t care if everyone else is basically scared if they’re confronted by him because hE’S afraid of them too
again, that’s why he has you!! for confrontation!! one whisper to what he feels about a particular thing and you’re immediately voicing out “mr. park doesn’t-...”
he’s okay now
already once again subdued these confusing and blooming feelings of his
:D
one of the great things that came with this job is that the amount of PR packages jimin receives is bottomless
jimin’s used to having all things to himself because he was an only child and hehe he normally isn’t used to sharing
but he is now!!!
unboxing all the packages he gets is now a bonding task for the four of you
jimin however gets first dibs to pick the packages that catch his eye and those that invoke no enthusiasm at all is left for the three of you
“your turn!!” was basically signal for you and jin and kook to elbow at each other to grasp boxes all of you have been eyeing for quite some time now
quite aware that you all look unicivilized but that’s been normalized at this point when jimin asked the three of u to open his packages with him; something he’s nEVER done before
he’s generous too
most times he gets sent the same stuff twice and sometimes even more
you particularly remember that time when jimin opened a box from gucci and meh it was the same shirt he had
“here u can have this kookie!! we have the same size i think :D”
“m-me???? you’re giving this to mE????”
needless to say there were tears and some hugs shared and that’s become a regular thing now for all these things jimin gets for free
jimin’s done a favor for this cooking show that was good but was declining on ratings and ever since his appearance, the show was basically saved
ever since then, he gets sent atleast twice a week of cooking and baking equipment
seokjin was so near to tears when jimin said that he should get everything he gets sent cooking-wise and then some because he’d benefit more from it
“jimin u little brat i LOVE YOU :’‘‘)”
a whole-ass grill was sent one time and it was expensive as frick as what jin explained
he was too excited that he set up the grill at 10 in the evening
everyone narrates what they’ve opened up
“jimin-hyung u hAVE THE MATCHING JACKET TO THIS omg it’s gonna look so good”
“more snacks!!! omg i can pack them for u in these nEW lunchboxes!!”
and this is what jimin likes because he can clearly tell that you aren’t taking advantage of him nor opportunities like these
there’s no hidden agenda, no bluffs, no half-assed compliments to get him
his heart feels especially content god he goes soft for things like these
if it’s a duplicate of what he already has or if he isn’t much of a fan, you can have it!!
if no one wants it, you could just wrap it up and he can give it as a gift to the people he works with!!
if it’s makeup, you’re all gonna sHARE and if it isn’t in your shade then you’re out the table as a contender to who gets it!!
if it’s jimin opening up the red compact cartier box to see this beautiful thing for a necklace
the necklace that’s a part of the cartier caresse d'orchidées line and ithe box is just sitting snugly on his hands and it literally makes him gasp and makes his heart awe at the sight
so much so that you stop trying to get to open this complicated parcel that can’t be opened with a cutter, and jin and jungkook stopping in trying to pry it open do the same as they stop
“what is it??”
jimin smiles brightly that his eyes disappear and you visibly grin at the sight of him :(((
wordlessly he’s standing up from his own pile
jungkook’s sweeping away the japanese paper and the dustbags and everything else in the way because jimin’s a bit clumsy and he doesn’t want him to slip ok
he’s walking himself to you wearing the sweetest smile on his face!!!
you are not falling
spoiler alert because you have already fallen
jimin’s crouching at your position on the floor and is already in a squat and before you get more confused, he tips the box to your eyesight, a slight gasp escaping your lips
“that’s so pretty!!”
jin and kook are internally screaming because they’re not blind to the mutual pining you have for each other ok
they’re not blind but it seems like the bOTH of you are
they don’t wanna intrude at this new moment in front of them but they’re also very curious to what’s happening judging by the way their necks are outstretched and how kook’s punching at jin’s shoulders in anticipation
jimin merely hums as agreement
hehe is it just you or does it feel like it’s only the two of you in this room right now or is like the airconditioning busted??? there’s this sudden piercing gaze he has on you???? and-
you feel your hair being swept to the side carefully and following almost immediately was the cool feeling of this thin chain on your neck
wait
wait what
“jimin!!!”
“y/n.”
he’s just calmly replying to the confused and almost worried calls to his name
you don’t know how you’re going to register this
the chain went a bit low and jimin’s wordlessly adjusting the pendant to sit at the center of your chest
his fingers just bARELY glides to the exposed bit of your skin because you aren’t exactly wearing a turtleneck for bed
“thought of you when i saw this :D”
and it’s true
he really did think of you the moment he opened the box
it’s dawning into you now and the fact that oh my god this was a cARTIER necklace and it’s expensive and it’s sitting on your neck and jimin just did tHAT
“jimin i-i can’t accept this, y’know?? it was sent to you and it’s not for me, really!! also it’s too expensive and i really don’t-...”
he gets to pull a reverse uno card for you on that one
“technically, it’s free right? just got sent to me.”
:))))))
he sees you speechless
you only used that line for the snacks and the gummies he got in the packages that you most definitely could buy out from your own pocket
NOT FOR A CARTIER NECKLACE
jimin’s grinning at you and you look at a lost and defeated puppy who’s about to blubber
he shrugs like no big deal and before he goes back to his pile, he ruffles your hair for good measure and eVEN pinches your cheek
“keep it, jagi.”
did he just like mumble that line
did he just
did jimin just call you jagi
jagi
did your soul just ascend to heaven or-
ok that is most definitely jungkook pushing you and jin choking you but gently,, because the necklace madame,,, over what they just saw
jimin’s just smiling to himself like none of that didn’t happen
and the only thing keeping you sane (and the same time delirious) that all of this is happening is the bit of expensive proof hanging by your neck and at the though you instinctively run your thumb over the pendant
you will really d-word right now tho
the things is
it was hard not to fall for jimin
you really fought now to view him in the way the general media did because that can’t be to all he is, right?? :((
and god you’re so glad that you didn’t let your thoughts precede the way you viewed him
jimin may be materialistic and bratty at times
could be real inconsiderate sometimes too
but he was actively and consciously trying!! he may not admit it now but the way that you didn’t tolerate his bullshit and that someone actually says no to him was almost empowering and eye-opening
he has an actual personality!!! he is genuine and he cares!!!
jimin is so much more and it just so happened that he was born into a pedestal with a golden spoon on his mouth
he didn’t choose to be born into this more than privileged lifestyle and he recognizes that!! makes him somehow guilty and he’s always trying to give whenever he can
sucks because some people think that he’s being this way to gain him some publicity
he means every single thought he has for these things he advocates for!!!
he has this charisma and star factor with him and it was undeniable in everything he does
he’s intelligent and not air-headed!!!
ok he may not know basic chores or how to work a washing machine until now but he’s trying his best!!
and you love him for that
love
who said that
aha :D
maybe this is the same ghost that said jimin-hyung
that couldn’t be you :D
it was hard not to get consumed by your thoughts and feelings when you’re practically with jimin around the clock
can’t help thinking that this is probably you’re closest shot at domestic life because god if you were an official couple then this means you’re living in tOGETHER
you’re just a personal assistant!!
you need to get that into your head
also you need to get into your head that there’s urgent knocking on your door and it got you so nervous that your heart probably fell to your ass as you were jolted awake
“jimin?”
a sweaty-looking jimin jolts as soon as you open the door and he’s sQUEEZING himself in to fit in the gap between you and the door
“aHAAA hi y/n!!” :D
he immediately sits himself by the end of your bed and god he looks so relieved the moment he set his hands down your comforter
too relieved that he didn’t notice that this was almost intimate
too relieved that he didn’t even see you snatching a random hoodie so quick because you for sure weren’t wearing a bra aha
he’s smiling up back at you as he’s still catching his breath
“.,..,.,. jimin this is the part where u explain why you’re here”
...
...
“...,,.,. there was a spider in my room,.,.,.”
he was sO terrified because it was intimidatingly huge
huge is relative but god it must’ve been the size of his palm and that is tOO big for a spider
goddamn it he was just about to apply his toner that he left by his bedside table and the spider just HAD to exist by the wall behind it
he ran out so fucking fast it was like he totally didn’t yelp at all
that must’ve been the sound of how quick his feet moved
you thought it would be more of a life-threatening emergency that isn’t caused by a spider
you’re just gonna be relaxed and comfortable as if you and jimin aren’t in your bedroom :D
“can u kill it for me pls”
“lol no”
even the thought of a household spider and their obscenely long legs and the way they moved is enough to make you shudder
“want me to wake up kook to take it out for you?”
jungkook the bodyguard is mighty scared too but he has nO choice because after all his job is to protect jimin
even if it’s from a paper cut or a spider
that’s actually a good idea
an even better idea pops into jimin’s head though :D
“aish i don’t wanna wake him up :(((”
is jimin stretching right now
is he-
is he yawning on cue
and is jimin swiftly getting under your covers right now
god he’s so smart but in the same time so nERVOUS
are you seeing right now the way he’s trembling nervously at his nonchalant attitude??
he even pOINTS to the light switch that needs to be turned off
“good night, y/n!!!”
he doesn’t mind the way your bed’s smaller than his
doesn’t mind the way that the comforter he has over his body isn’t as weighted or isn’t as luxurious as the one he has on his room
doesn’t mind that he can’t spritz that line spray that helps make him sleep because this isn’t exactly his room
it doesn’t matter at all because the only thing his mind is on is the fact that you’ve climbed into bed too
that you didn’t say anything else and yielded to the fact that he wanted to sleep here because there was a spider in his room
god you’d do anything for him
you’re whipped
even more whipped than the dalgona jin makes as breakfast coffee and he has that mastered to the T
good thing the lights are already turned off or else you’d be outed for having your cheeks heating up
jimin doesn’t need a light to know that
and there aren’t any words needed either to know that sharing a bed with you is something that fills jimin to the brim with contentment
it’s not even dirty thoughts it’s wARM FUZZY THOUGHTS
the prior is something he’s shoving to the back of his head because now is not the time to have a hard-on when he’s sharing a bed with you oKAY
his thoughts are so noisy
why cant he just be !! no thoughts, head empty !! right now like every other time he is genuinely about to fREAK out
feels you shift and he immediately freezes because oh god was he moving too much?? y’know what he’s not gonna move at all like he’s sleeping in your bed he’s the guest he should be bEHAVED!! matter of fact he shouldn’t even breathe who tf does jimin think he is for causing you trouble i mean-
“night, jagi :)”
oh huh
oMG DID YOU JUST CALL HIM JAGI
jimin swears he can evaporate happily right now
he even giggles at it!!!
here u were thinking you were being 𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖉 for calling him jagi and all he had to do was giggle and nOW you’re outbested once again
needless to say that that was the soundest and most fulfilling sleep jimin’s ever had in a long time
he wakes up and uhm you weren’t there????
he wasn’t cuddling to you, was he??
spoiler alert: he was indeed cuddling you unconsciously
you’ve been jimin’s PA for so long now that your body clock adjusts to whatever schedule he has for the next day
and today was a free day for him!! and you wanted to sleep in!!
even burrowing deeper to hug that particularly fluffy and good pillow you have
aha that is most definitely not your pillow :D
you were in-between the state of still being sleepy and being aware of the things that are happening around you
you aren’t a big fan of spiders
and the fact that you just remembered jimin slept in your room and on your bed because of the fact that there was a spider in his room and he didn’t want to bother anyone at that time of the evening to take it out
and just decided to take residency in your bed for the night
the same jimin who has his head propped up on your pillow higher than yours did, with his whole leg weighing your lower body down and his arm loose yet snugly fit on your waist
with his eyes closed and pillowy lips plump
and this urge to wake him up intentionally because his morning voice,,.,..,, his morning voice
aha but maybe that spider knew what it was doing :D
you are not falling, and you most definitely have self-control!!!
those are lies
it physically pained you to count to three before trying to untangle yourself from jimin because you wanted to EMBRACE him like what he’s doing right now but with you being awake
he goes down the stairs with much more purpose
only jin is downstairs and you’re still not here?? :(
jin was about to finish making these obscenely fluffy pancakes that take so long to cook but eh he’s like whatever since he woke up early this morning
and also he needs to up is breakfast game because jungkook intimidated him when he won you over with the breakfast burrito he made on a whim as a competition between the two of them
jin wants everyone to know that he is the best cook in this house and he’s still huffy about it if he’s being honest
he’s gonna forgive you and your horrible taste and poor decision-making skills but he swears :) one more time that you pick jungkook’s cooking over his :) whether you’re being genuine or just wanting to get a rise out of him :) he’s gonna cook you stale noodles for every meal for the rest of your days that he cooks as you work for jimin :)
where are you though :((
aha he’s hearing your steps on the stairs right now and he’s certain that they belonged to you!! he’s trying to look as nonchalant as possible with his back turned on the staircase
“JIMIN-HYUNG!!”
ok he’s looking for you and not for an oversized buff bunny bounding at him
“i got kook to take out the spider from your room!!”
oh that’s your voice alright
he’s just humming as you and kook take your seats in these barstools he specifically bought since you all take genuine enthusiasm in watching jin cook and in annoying him
he’s hearing you and kook take turns in droning off about the spider and wait
does this mean he doesn’t have anymore reason to sleep in your room anymore??
:(((
how about if he just uses the excuse that the spider jungkook took out actually left a family behind
and now there’s just a family of spiders in his room and jimin being the generous man that he is, gave up the room for them and with that, your room is now his room!! :D
will you buy that though
will anybody
absolutely: no one
he’s still a bit pouty because he still doesn’t know if he was cuddling to you last night
aha and you feel awkward in letting him know that he did
what jimin doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?? :D
jungkook has his free day today and he’s gonna spend the entirety of it shopping!! he’s gonna come home here later on since it’s been ages when he came home to his own place and lol no he isn’t ready to clean up that place
and also since jimin’s sweetly emphasized that his home is your home too and you would always be welcome!!!
“i’m bored :((”
jimin says for the tenth time in the past half-hour
the only thing he’s been doing is laying his head on your shoulder as you do your work
he’s never really gotten your whole scheduling process even after this whole time but he’s gotten more aware and more confused at the past ten minutes
you’re copying and writing down past and future schedules in your planner from your phone so you could have both a physical and digital copy
“i don’t get why you’re still writing down my schedules. i bought you an ipad for work. you have your work phone too. i mean -- oh my god you don’t have a smartwatch!! oh god why didn’t i think of that??”
he’s launching himself into a rant of how he hasn’t bought you a smartwatch and that he owes you that much since he puts a lot on your plate and that would help ease your work
even before he pulls out his phone to order one asap, he hears you just barely mumble while you’re still nose-deep into what you’re doing
“because you bought me this notebook.”
oh
uhm
is that adoration in his eyes
jimin even forgot that he bought you this planner in the first place
you remember him giving it to you when he came home from his friends’ trip abroad with taehyung and hoseok!!
you never really got to know them properly since whenever they go out, jimin insists that you stay at home since they don’t have their PAs with them either
and from what you know, taehyung and hoseok are also insanely rich :D
as from what jin knows too, their parents are all friends and they’re like a part of this compact wealthy and well-known group of families and that the three of them have been childhood friends ever since
you were kinda confused when he gave you a paper bag with multiple notebooks and planners
because sir?? i already have a work phone and a work ipad?? wHO has the time to write in planners when you work for park jimin???
his very simple answer that got through your heart was:
“i don’t know either. just remembered you when i saw these so i bought them.”
and you wanted to melt on the spot
you got around to using them!! and as you realized physical copies could also be really helpful since what if your devices died or were hacked or maybe something wrong just happened!! you still have a physical copy
and besides you want to keep track of them so one day you could give them to jimin like
“here are years worth of planners and the things you did like wOW you just get more fully-booked each day and you’ve accomplished so many things pls jimin pls take these”
“cool cool cool cool”
jimin tries not to grin over that one but it’s hard not to combust over your sentiment
he’s distracting himself by peering at what you’re writing
“i’m going grocery shopping today????”
lol the confusion in his voice is enough to break you out of your focused spell
“no i’m going grocery shopping. i combine my schedule with your schedule sometimes. this is our planner jimin.,.,., the one that’s purely for yours is on that other notebook”
our planner
goddamn it is seokjin cutting onions extremely close to jimin’s eyes right now
tries his best to ignore these fluttering feelings because it’s like you’re nOT EVEN TRYING TO MAKE HIM FLUSTERED
and if you were, you’re so effortless and he’s over here about to bust a lung because he’s trying not to breathe and therefore not giggle
“then let’s go grocery shopping.”
your eyes widen
is jimin
is park jimin going to go grocery shopping
"take me with you in your errand!! :D”
he repeats again because he sees the sheer confusion in your face
i mean what could go wrong!!!
uh yeah you’re pretty sure he hasn’t been in an actual grocery store like probably ever and he wouldn’t know what to get
“... are you sure about that jimin.,.,,”
“yeah it’s gonna be fun oMG i’m gonna take a shower now bye!!!”
this chore is mostly split to you and jin; him with everything food-related and you with the necessities!! it was fun because honestly? doing it was fun
maybe the fact that the two of you are given bottomless cards to do so since this was done for the sake of jimin anyway but besides that, it doesn’t feel like a chore at all
jimin has an array of cars and less driving skills if you were being honest
yes he can drive but he’s not very good at it :D
and jimin lends any of you his cars whenever you need them for personal use -- always insists that any of you don’t take public transport when you’re gonna go home (which is rare) or basically go anywhere even outside when you’re not working for him when you could perfectly be at ease and in safety in the comfort of his cars
he fully convinced you when he said the fact that “yA uhm you do know that you’re all kinda known now for being associated with me right,.,, safety reasons, right,...,.,” and he gets worried ok
since kook is off and he was the bodyguard slash driver, you’re in charge for that now
you’re dropping off jin in this supreme grocery store that has pretty much everything
everything except processed comfort food like mozzarella sticks and cheap god-tier ramyeon so you’re the one who buys those in your grocery store
one that’s ordinary compared to jin’s
and has ordinary people shopping in it
and has a counter or seven that isn’t working
and has a tub of yogurt probably somewhere in the toiletries aisle
because this was an ordinary grocery store and it doesn’t have each and every employee kind nor immediately putting back yogurt from the toiletries aisle back to the fridge
because this is an ordinary grocery store :)
jimin’s in the back waving jin off enthusiastically and he’s kind of lingering looking at the rearview mirror because you’re not stepping on the pedal just yet
...
“you don’t wanna sit in the front?”
“nO I ABSOLUTELY WANT TO THANK U FOR ASKING I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO ASK ME HEHE ANYWAYS”
can jimin just say
that he is in very much deep thought
he’s looking at you every few minutes just to let it sink in
that oh my god y/n is driving my car right now
my PA y/n is driving my mercedes s-class cabriolet
my y/n is driving my mercedes s-class cabriolet and i’m so here for it
lol woah there who said that in jimin’s subconscious
who said that he can’t help imagining you driving it and the both of you doing groceries but this time you’re not his PA and he’s not your boss, but instead an actual couple that-
this goddamn ghost
damn ghost who called him jimin-hyung and then jagi can now invade his mind and plant these thoughts that’s making him yearn uncharacteristically smh
“wear your mask, jimin”
you’re prodding at him to wear it already before you leave the car and even make him wear the bucket hat for good measure just so he wouldn’t attract unnecessary attention
the car isn’t exactly the best car for you to be lowkey with hehe
jimin’s probably gonna get recognized anyway :(
you’re internally preparing yourself to kinda hover around jimin and look stoic and say “important business” whilst doing groceries
aha did jimin just immediately take his mask off the moment you step foot
“.,.,,, it’s not like -- is it just me or is the air here a bit thinner than the grocery store jin shops at?”
:D
“nope. it’s really just like this :)”
“oh oh i wanna do it!!”
he says as soon as you take a cart and he’s waving grabby hands at you before he just pauses because uh
is it just him?? or is like the handle supposed to be this color but it looks foggy and it’s not supposed to look like that color in the first place??
oh you’re already wiping down the handle of the pushcart before you take it
“no it’s ok it’s clean now hehe let me take this one y/n!!”
well then
you have a list and you’re at the end of the cart pulling at it to direct jimin where to go because it’s very clear that this is his first time
he keeps gasping every ten seconds while being very distracted
“are you sure we don’t need anymore sponges?? because that ten-pack seems very tempting. they’re in dIFFERENT colors too omg!!! we don’t need more?? aha u know what i’m paying this from my own wallet aha we need them”
“i didn’t know red cups were sold this many and this cheap let’s buy like five of these packs :D”
“yOOOOOO buy five take five of these sodas!! jungkook likes these right??? LET’S GET IT”
“this is such a big pack of ziplocks omg omg i can like use them when we go to these shoots!! we have these already?? but do we have them in this dINOSAUR edition tho???? no? that’s right”
“this is the biggest bottle of body wash i have ever seen in my life!! and it’s like so cheap!! wait i’m searching and yA it’s loved by 93 out of 100 people!!! i’m gonna be the 94th”
you didn’t expect this reaction
didn’t expect this completely perplexed yet amazed jimin who is amazed at mundane and ordinary things and honestly???? your heart tugs at the sight even when jimin’s holding up a three-pack of baby wipes saying “this is the bEST deal ever” before excitedly putting it in the cart
even at the bagging process he was very excited to see how things stacked up
at one point he even asks if he could pack some of the groceries down into the paper bags and when the cashier agreed and the bagger was confused yet agreed at the same time, jimin smiled so hARD
“you should take me with you every time you go get groceries :)”
“we’re not gonna get in front of the line every time because not every cashier would recognize you though”
“yeah bUT STILL”
there’s fondness just seeing jimin load up the trunk with groceries that he himself wanted to pick out
you needed to aid him a bit because he’s getting the unusual brand or forgetting something completely essential
and you just can’t help it!!!
“you did good today, jimin.”
aha aw really?? :)))))
you are killing him more and more as the day passes by and he hates it because you’re completely slick and effortless and god what does he have to do to make you fLUSTERED about pulling moves on him
“where do we go now though?”
“if it’s after my grocery run or if it’s after my grocery run but with you???”
“lol just pretend i’m not here this is yOUR day anyway”
there is this one place
that ramen place
that ramen place that’s a little restaurant and is located into the outskirts of the city and eating there for the first time was one of the days in your life that you felt the luckiest
you were getting a little bit lost going back to your dorm one night because the building was new and you just moved in then and you were hUNGRY from not having eaten lunch and it’s gonna be like 7 in the evening soon enough
and u know what you were ready to settle in to this only slightly sketchy looking place that has neon lights for a sign but the inside is bRIGHTLY-LIT but in the same time the inside has some faint lighting of pink and
ok there’s some customers by the corner aha you’re convinced that this is is an actual resstaurant and not a cover-up for some underground sketchy business :)
you could also ask for directions!! a double whammy you’ll take :D
and god
that was easily the best ramen you’ve ever had for such a reasonable price and you get so mUCH
didn’t skimp on the amount of noodles and the broth isn’t annoyingly salty!! the egg remained intact without it being tOO hard and it was in the perfect state!! the pork was tender without being irritatingly too chewy and was cooked to 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
it was so good you may have had shed a tear or some
you literally did it was so gOOD
not only were you given directions to your dorm, but you were also given directions to the best ramen place to ever exist :D
that ramen place is literally the name of the ramen place lol
and then you met jin and jungkook
and then kook accompanied you in a grocery run early enough into your new jobs and you all still kinda haven’t had the hang of it
and god u know what
u trusted jungkook.,,.,
trusted him enough to give him the directions for that ramen place and he’s like??? y/n ur not planning to ditch me in the side of the road are you????
and he’s just mhmm-ing his way as he let you order for him since this was his first time and you clearly knew it better
when jungkook says that he went to heaven at his first slurp
he means it
jungkook means that with his whole heart
in the same time he wants to clear his bowl so quick because he just can’t get enough but in the sAME time he wants to take his time because good things shouldn’t be rushed
after the meal like not only is his stomach full but so is his heart
it was official
“y/n i want u to know that i eNTRUST you with my whole life like pls i don’t mind if u call the shots until the day i die i don’t care u hAVE my whole heart”
and then it was when you and jungkook came home and kook can’t stop talking about the ramen
seokjin was so annoyed and offended like wtf did u just cheat on me with this damn ramen place i am the CHEF here
“jin-hyung please you hAVE to try it”
“aha i would never :D”
but then the inevitable happens
you pick up jin from his grocery store after you were done with yours and successfully set him up for the both of you to eat in that ramen place
and it was too late when he realized
and he’s figured it out since every description jungkook has ever given about the food matched up perfectly
he was at a total loss for words
:O
“i want what they have :’’’’)”
and the moment the both of you came home he iMMEDIATELY got to work in trying to recreate it but he never came to the exact recipe :((
a bit bummed but he’s in peace that he doesn’t know the recipe (even if it irks him sometimes)
aha jin knows that he would be too powerful if he knew the recipe anyway :D
he’d be probably immortal at that point so this was for the sake of everyone else’s pride and sanity at this point
you’re oddly protective of that ramen place and u can’t help ity
OU’VE EVEN MADE FRIENDS WITH THE OWNER
park seojoon is an incredibly sweet man and restaurateur and you would easily lay down your life for him no doubt
he striked up conversation with you after u came in there for like one week straight because you were just going through it and he’s getting concerned now because he’s never seen someone eat tempura with so much sad eagerness
and he only knew you as a regular customer but he kNEW that you were normally happier and not looking so gloomy and intimidating????
turns out that his business is relatively new and not many people would come in because it looked sketchy and he doesn’t have enough profit yet to make the place look so divine
so he thanked u for giving that ramen place a chance
aND BECAUSE u dragging in jungkook and jin and that people would pass by seeing that oh wait these people are eating and they look vERY pleased that turned into the point that he’s been getting more customers!!!!
in short you’re very selective of the people you decide to introduce to that ramen place and seojoon finds that endearing and amusing at the same time
and bringing in jimin to this place is something that means a lot to you and it’s just sO exciting that you get to bring him in this part of your life
the part that entails to you being y/n and not his PA that’s with him almost 24/7 tending to his needs!!!
seojoon’s whipping his head at the chiming bell and oMG IT’S YOU!!! IT’S BEEN A WHILE!!!!
“y/NNNNNNNN!!!! :D”
“sEOJOOOOOON!!!! :D”
there’s a very eager hug and it catches the attention of some patrons but they’re like oh wAIT isn’t that the y/n from the multiple polaroids on the wall
kinda takes jimin aback for a sec
uhm he thought that you were gonna take him to lunch because as per your words of “probably my most favorite meals in my life ever besides jin’s?? i eAT THEM HERE”??????
meals???
not unless.,.,..
nOT UNLESS YOUR MEALS AREN’T ACTUALLY-
“i just got done getting groceries for my boss and he’s here with me!! jimin-“ you’re grabbing him by the arm to get closer to you and seojoon because he clearly backed off when the both of you hugged, “this is park seojoon!! he’s the owner of this place!! seojoon, this is-...”
“park jimin, i know!! it’s an honor to meet you, mr. park :D”
seojoon very much knows who he is even before you told him out of the blue that you worked for him as a personal assistant
he promised you extra portions of cheesy tonkatsu as long as you tell him how jimin’s like because he’s a bit of a fan of his work and all :)
he has his hand outreached and god you don’t know why but jimin’s suddenly buffering
kinda just gazes at the hand and you had to nudge him discreetly with your shoe tapping his
...
“.... nice to meet you too, mr. park.”
:)
:)
“oKAY let’s sit down in the booth!!!”
“yES good idea y/n!! you and jimin should get seated like right now aha!! good thing because i always put a reserved sign in there in case you and jin and kook decide to pop in all of a sudden :)”
jimin’s sitting across you and there’s this look on his face
oh god you know that face
maybe you’re just overthinking it
you already know what you’re ordering but you pretend to still look at the menu just to disguise the fact that you’re trying to distinguish jimin’s expression
he looks a bit-
“do they uhm, do they serve anything else besides these?”
oh
seojoon’s expanded the menu generously compared to the first time you went here
you’re trying to understand because the menu doesn’t exactly have the gourmet fish fingers jimin orders as an appetizer that contained two skimpy ones with sauce swiped haphazardly on the plate
there isn’t exactly luxuriously roasted lamb skewers in the menu
nor does it serve vin chaud as a refreshment while you wait for your order
but it doesn’t make the place any less good because good is subjective
and in normal circumstances and unlike standard of people like jimin, this place was genuinely good
“the water they have here... does it uhm... does it come from the tap?”
...
“no.”
you’re gonna try and keep a positive outlook on this because you know what?? maybe jimin’s just a bit tired to enjoy this new experience :)
“but don’t worry anyways! i brought with me your water! both the water and the iced coffee”
you’re already fishing through the tote bag you carry around when you’re out with jimin (your initials are embroidered with one strap and his in the other!!)
actually these are all your ideas
it was in your first month of working for him that you noticed jimin just like drinking in general
whether it’s water or orange juice or iced coffee and maybe even those fruity sugary drinks that has coconut jelly in them and of course beer
jimin atleast makes you fetch water for him about five times within a day and you have to hold onto plastic bottles until you see a recycling bin
then u had this genius idea
how about you gift jimin one of those hydroflasks because not only is it more eco-friendly but aLSO you don’t have to run to the nearest catering table or convenience store!!!
was it in the more expensive spectrum for water bottles? yes
but gODDAMN the pride you felt was insurmountable when you gave it to jimin
“y/n? water please.”
“aha sure mr. park here you go :D”
wait lol that’s relatively quick
then jimin’s eyes (and hands) land on this 21 oz army green hydroflask filled with cold water and if u wiggle it you could sTILL hear the ice clonking because it was still intact
he’s kind of perplexed
did this water bottle come with the water or????
“don’t worry sir!! i bought that for you!! it’s clean and new!! it’s yours, mr. park :D”
that touched his HEART
he may have dropped it once so lol you’re that whipped for him so you bought the rubberized sleeve, that it u may add is also tOO expensive for rubber that covered only a quarter of the bottle
it’s ok it’s for jimin
you’re bringing said hydroflask out now!!
even bringing out the tiny baby hydroflask (you bought him one the very next month because he liked it so much and he’s so happy with the original one) with iced coffee in case jimin wants variety
you could pull out a thousand more things from your bag to appease jimin
his expensive hand lotion that smelled of vanilla and coffee beans
his nintendo switch you carry around that he barely plays with but seeing it makes him happy
your work phone that contained emails from brand representatives and that they would have something sent over
you have more materials but none of it could shake off this noticeable frown in jimin’s face you’re so willing to try and ignore
one that looked like disgust
“i’m just gonna go to the counter to pay for our orders.”
jimin’s eyes narrow at that
don’t the waiters here come to your table and list down your orders so you don’t have to move a single inch because after all, this was a dine-in???
he feels so out of touch now that you’re over the counter
he’s definitrly feeling more glances from like the four people eating here that are starting to recognize him
the booths aren’t that spacious and the foam in the cushions isn’t heavenly comfortable to sink into
the table is a bit sticky and there’s a faint residual smell of lemon-scented multi-purpose cleaner
these pendant lights are too plain like why even bother with a pendant light if it’s just like every other boring light fixture
no ambient music in the background either
jimin is so out of it if you can’t tell by now
you’re coming back to your booth with your table number and he snorts to himself at that
there isn’t else who’s ordering wHY would you even need a table number
you heard that
clearly heard that
“... y’okay, jimin?”
“i’m fine.”
he’s not even gonna rest his forearms on the table
he should lean back and oh wait no he can’t :D
there’s this uncomfortable silence that’s so sudden and you don’t wanna partake in it because what happened to the jimin in the grocery store??
“why are we here?”
you were clearly not expecting that question
didn’t he tell you that you call the shots today and he’s just gonna tag along?
“you’re given a limitless credit card to attend to my needs and — does this place even take credit cards?”
you don’t like how soft-spoken yet condescending jimin’s tone is right now
nor his choice of words
and to how you feel so ridiculed with just the way he’s starting
seojoon arrives with your food and was about to crack a joke but uh your face is hung low and your fists are clenching and unclenching?? ok maybe next time
keeping this in is very hard
you’re gonna ignore that :)
you’re fishing for the metal case of jimin’s premium wooden chopsticks without a word
ok
you’re gonna keep your emotions together, sat your food, go home, and try to be understanding of jimin all throughout
it’s actually going along very well
pretending that jimin isn’t even here and instead savoring in the ramen you haven’t eaten for more or less a month because of jimin’s busy schedule and therefore your busy schedule
you missed this so much
omg seojoon definitely put more noodles in there he is a national treasure
you’re keeping your cool actually and-
“are you playing a prank on me, y/n? it’s not funny anymore.”
he’s half-whining and half-pissed
still hasn’t had one taste of his ramen
“i agreed to let you pick because i thought we were going to a real restaurant.”
christ
you are most certain now that trying to looking unfazed is what you’re failing miserably at as of the moment
“not a hole-in-the-wall type of ramen joint that’s cramped and has laminated hand-written numbers for table number.”
god you so badly want to explode
beyond offended and hurt because even seojoon and his place he worked tirelessly on is being slandered for a completely selfish reason
and that this whole thing is being twisted to you as if you didn’t ask him a million times is he was sURE of this
“and y/n, you know i don’t go to these types of places! i don’t-...”
“then we’re leaving.”
you’re not even halfway done eating
the excitement you harbored for wanting to be in this place in the first place has long been displaced
jimin’s sitting there in shock because he really didn’t expect that
he didn’t know what end result he was looking for
but you being actually mad at him and standing up and leaving so quickly through the door that you didn’t even wait for him was the eventual result
he’s sputtering to himself and he’s walking outside the restaurant with his head hung low
are you mad at him??
in his defense he was just speaking the truth
but that doesn’t mean shit now does it
he’s wordlessly climbing into the front seat of his car that you’ve already started because fUCK are you so mad and sad at the same time
jimin’s kinda worrying that he might’ve took that far
he’s sneaking looks at you and you’re stone-cold and he doesn’t even get a side-eye in response
he should be as stubborn as you were being now but he thinks that he might not be in the right position for that
you’re so silent and he’s fiddling with his rings and eVEN in stoplights you just keep your gaze trained to the road and nothing else
jimin realizes that oh
you’ve pulled up to his usual restaurant
his usual restaurant that had valet service and staff that would let him in even without a prior reservation
oh
he’s kind of hovering by the main door and you’re not beside him but rather behind, your position stiff and guarded with your arms crossed across your chest
you’re being jungkook right now instead of y/n
god you’re still boiling
you’ve never had this much determination to drive to this high-end ramen place that jimin earnestly likes and as you’ve figured his only standard that he’s compared seojoon’s place to
he doesn’t know how to react to how you reacted either
he didn’t expect to be eating lunch right now in one of his favorite restaurants with you sat across him but in guilt-tripping circumstances
jimin doesn’t know what to do with himself :(
he knows what to order and he knows what your order would be from here since this isn’t the first time you’ve accompanied him
even tried asking you if what you want to order in a timid voice but you didn’t even meet his gaze
still said your order to the waiter and he sneaks a look to see on how you would’ve reacted to it but again
there’s still none
guilt is practically eating jimin from the inside out at this point
he’s eating in front of you and he still feels guilty to do so because in the other hand
you refuse to even look at the meal in front of you that’s going cold
knows for a fact that you LOVE the red iced tea here even if he tells you repeatedly that it’s too sweet and the fact that it’s always served cold won’t help with it bUT NOW you’re not even casting a single glance to it
you don’t budge not even until he settles the bill and his eyes aren’t on you
gets your food wrapped up for take-out and normally drinks can’t be but they always make an exception for jimin
he’s holding it himself and you’re just trailing behind him again
even until you get handed the keys and drive jimin home
there’s no interaction whatsoever
even the radio he’s turned on doesn’t help because you’re not uttering a single word to him
you get home and jimin’s lingering by the driveway as he sees you lugging the groceries in your hands without making it obvious that you’re dYING to leave again so you could pick up jin
“i’m -- i’ll help.”
he says as input and he thought that would atleast get a small smile from you
aha there is none
he’s taking out paper bags from your hands and you let him
just turn your back on him and go back to the trunk and get some more
he’s purposely slowing his pace getting into the door so you’d trail behind him and maybe atleast nudge at him to fasten his pace because what you’re carrying is particularly heavy
yOU’RE STILL SILENT
and then there are no more groceries left and jimin’s frowning at that because wHAT he was just about to actually speak to you
you’re starting the car again and????
you’re leaving???
oh
he uhm
he thought he was going with you to pick up jin
:(
jin immediately knew something was wrong when you picked him up and helped him put in his groceries in the very limited trunk so you had to put some of them in the actual backseats wITHOUT ANY COMPLAINTS
he even bought cacao nibs to snack on and you just give a gentle smile to when he’s offered you one because normally you and him would’ve bickered now on who should hold the bag for safekeeping
“y/n baby are u like,,,, ok”
“yeah i’m all ok :D”
“oh ok :D”
he smiles at that
might he remind you that he is nOT booboo the fool :(((
he doesn’t wanna prod in just yet and he doesn’t wanna invade ur bubble by asking you what’s wrong upfront
he’s just gonna invade it every once and then when he shoves a nib to your mouth to munch on to atleast believe that he fell for your blatant lie and aha he’s just being goofy :)))
there is something definitely up
jimin greeted him wAY too enthusiastically
“JIN-HYUUUUUUNG!!! hi”
“hi brat :)”
there’s a look that falters in jimin’s face for a sec because oh god maybe you told jin
and the teasing nickname of brat is actually meant for real this time
he’s really panicked right now
he’s helping jin get out the food he’s bought and jin’s ????
this is the first time you’re helping me out fill in the pantries and the fridge???? i’m a chef not a nurse are you like rUNNING A FEVER RIGHT NOW???????
he keeps his mouth shut
jin isn’t oblivious to how jimin purposely kept messing up in organizing food because you’re also included in this organization thing as you always were
and the closest jimin’s ever got to an interaction was you wordlessly picking things up that he was messing over
he literally put frozen baby carrots into a cabinet full of pasta just to invoke a reaction and jin’s just inwardly laughing and cringing at his attempts lmao he’s going too far in making a fool out of himself
and to see you just picking up the baby carrots and putting them in the freezer made him frown
aTLEAST laugh at him for goddness’ sake
please
pls
say something
make fun of me
raise your voice at me for putting yogurt in the spice rack y/n just please
and tHEN there’s no food left
it’s a free day after all and jimin can’t materialize shit about things he needs you to do with or for him just so he could squeeze out a word or two
but then you coop yourself up in your room and jimin’s kinda lost being by himself when you normally hung out around him like second nature
it’s time for dinner and jungkook’s already come home by then with his arms full and his first question was “where’s y/n???”
then jin answers him and kook was like cool.,.,.., if u need me i’ll be in y/n’s room
maybe jimin is truly indeed losing his mind with this silent treatment
why is jungkook in your bedroom and why is it so easy for him to go to you while he’s here chickening out
probably because jungkook isn’t the one who’s made a mistake towards you and may have caused a slight scene awhile ago
maybe it’s because jungkook was being down-to-earth and isn’t a fucking brat like he realized he was being one awhile ago
:(((
it’s dinner time now and only jungkook was the one who came down the staircase and joined them in the dining table
which felt weird because you’re not sat beside him :(((
jin isn’t surprised that you didn’t come down but kook’s fazed so hard rn
“she was just bundled in her comforter.,.,., not even bundled up while watching netflix or something.,.,.,. just bundled.,,.,., half-asleep and half-scrolling through her phone and then i pEAKED at her phone and her feed wasn’t bland and then there was this really funny tiktok but y/n didn’t giggle :(((“
“y/n didn’t pester me to do a try-on clothing haul of the things i bought :(((( i mean before if she asked me to do it i would say nO but now that she’s not asking i wANNA DO IT :((( where’s y/n?? who’s that girl upstairs?? what’s going on?? i miss her :((”
jungkook doesn’t know jack either but he does know that it may have something to with jimin and his mind, really.,.,,.,. jin and him are straight-up vibing rn if that’s the case
“yO are u being honest but in the same time guilt-tripping jimin or something because you fEEL like it’s his fault too?”
“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING!”
they’re communicating telepathically
they’re not psychic but the point is that they will surely talk about this the moment jimin leaves them and say their hunches about what probably happened on your grocery run
jimin meanwhile is absolutely being roasted in guilt because he atleast thought that you would open up the situation to jungkook because you were friends
and after all he came to your room alone and he’s not there to deny whatever you tell
but you’re closed off even to them and jimin just wants so badly to fix thishe sees the tray jin’s fixing up and he figures that it’s for you so he immediately jumps to his feet and grounds jin by the shoulders
“no nO i’ll take them to y/n, hyung.”
jin is more than happy to give the tray to jimin but somehow bummed ?? at the same time because this just confirms that something indeed happen
there’s a soft knock to your door and you don’t even answer because it’s never been locked this whole time
you wanna pop your head out from your comforter too since binge-watching how things are made but without boring commentary is really starting to make your eyes hurt
“koo?”wait you know those footsteps
they’re lighter and delicate even with house slippers on and-
“hi.”
jimin isn’t surprised that you thought he was jungkook but his pride is hurt though
not just because he isn’t the first person you’re looking for when someone comes into your roombut because you still refuse to meet his gaze
:((
he’s setting up the tray that doubled as an actual mini table on your bed and he’s trying to divert his thoughts as he did, opting to be silent instead
he made the conscious decision to not have the food you didn’t eat at lunch to be reheated for your dinner because he knows that there are unresolved issues still — and it happened to be over his pride and ramen
safe to say that you’re eating your dinner
even if he’s standing by the corner looking like a kid who’s put in time-out while he remains silent
nobody’s forced him to take your dinner up nor even stay in your room while you’re adamant on eating your dinner and not making any conversation with himbut he’s willing though
jimin is more than willing to try and make up for what he did
“i’m sorry.”
the thing is
jimin barely apologizes
even when he’s in the wrong most of the times and it’s a trait of him that he’s not exactly proud ofhe just feels so shy whenever he apologizes verbally and it’s almost humiliating
but sir that is the point because you’re in remorse which is why you’re apologizing sIR
but he does things in his own way and he incorporates apologies into his actions and rarely into words
which is also good
but this blatant display of him apologizing using his words and letting you know that he knows what he’s done
jimin doesn’t want you to applaud him for it (and you’re not going to) because apologizing is a thing he really should be doing in the first place!!!
“i knew i was — i knew i was being stubborn. a-and it’s totally unjustifiable because i judged seojoon’s place so quick and i didn’t even know what i was talking about!! i didn’t even give the ramen a chance!! i’m sorry too since i uhm, i let you pick the place and then i made you feel bad for picking it. which is just wrong, i know. w-well uh i’m also sorry since i was just being-...”
god he really hates this word
hates this word to a degree
but he knows it’s very much true as he proved awhile ago and he has to face it head-to-head
“a brat.”
he frowns over what he just said and he doesn’t see you raising a brow at him as you’ve been trying to pre-occupy yourself by eating the whole time
“and an asshole.”
he’s fiddling with his rings in worry because oh god he may be a little bIT scared to look back up at you
maybe you already dozed off??? maybe you’re still mad and you’re gonna kick him out of your room???? maybe you’re gonna qUIT???
he should accept his fate, really
he will never have an assistant as good as you because you’re the bEST and he means it
also jimin isn’t wearing contacts and this is not the same mistake of him wearing them in the plane so whY are his eyes dry to the point that they’re gonna dampen any second
actually it’s just emotion
“okay :)”
that’s the only things you say after fully digesting his apology and it makes him falter in the corner for a second
“oH so like okay we’re gonna be nORMAL again and you don’t hate me??? oR okay as in you agree that i’m an asshole??? i’m fine with either two i just need to clarify for sURE so i could apologize again, y’know?? if it’s the second part? actually what if-...”
you gotta admit
your heart’s thawing at the moment and it’s still a progress but seeing jimin so flustered and uncomposed is very unlike himself
he knows his standing and what he’s capable of and he acts like it
he’s professional when it comes to work and dedicates his entirety of himself to it
he knows his social cues (well uh most of the time) and reads the room every time just so he could adjust along with it
it’s not his intention every time to stand out but even without trying to, he is and always will because he’s jimin
the jimin you see in shoots who requests for another shot to be taken when he feels like he hasn’t done enough for a pose and shakes people’s hands that already leaves a good lasting impression on them, isn’t the one who’s in front of you right now
it’s jimin who’s timid and rambling and is actually being very humble as of the moment -- devoid of any makeup and in his pajamas and the one who took up the dinner for his personal assistant who was mad at him
“we have a long day tomorrow, jimin. get your hours in, hm?”
oh
okay that means you’re okay
he really can’t help blushing jUST because of a certain pronoun
god he is a mess and a half
but he is a mess and a half that hAS your forgiveness
jimin’s shuffling out the door and says his good night in tiny caps!!!
since he’s very obedient and u know what,, this has been a tiring day for him so he’s just gonna take a shower and then fall asleep to the thought of you :))
lol jin and kook have jimin memorized by now so they’re just waiting for that particular click of the door aND THEY’RE ALREADY DASHING UP THE STAIRS AND INTO YOUR ROOM
....
“sooooo.,.,.,.”
??????
“this is the part where you tELL us what happened oh my gOD y/n”
they’re plopping down to your bed on either side and then you’re in this sandwich you can’t get out of
seokjin is very good at pressuring and jungkook is very good at nudging you repeatedly to the point that you have no choice but to tell what happened
they were so :D when you told them about the grocery part
“he is sO clueless it’s so adorable”
“jin-hyung i’m telling you we NEED to get jimin-hyung to the flea market please :((”
there can never be too much side comments
they’re treating you as a pay-per-view boxing match and you best believe that they are gonna be NOISY
“hOW DARE YOU GO TO THAT RAMEN PLACE WITHOUT US :((”
“lol hyung the two of us went there when y/n was in her day-off bUT HOW DARE YOU Y/N :(((”
but in the same time it was okay for them because jimin feels like family at this point and he’s kinda within your circle if you just crossed out the fact that he’s your multi-millionaire boss and the three of u are his employees
then you get to that part where you felt jimin was being too quiet
jin’s already shaking his head at that point because he knew one way or another to where this was going
kook has some hope that nO jimin-hyung isn’t gonna do that so he has his mouth hung open as he waits for you to continue on
“yAAAAA why do you have to be so sTUPID jimin????”
“why didn’t you tell us earlier?? we could’ve been mad at jimin wITH YOU!! you didn’t need to be alone at being mad!! i’m mad!!”
they totally get your standpoint and how it must’ve felt to be in your position awhile ago
“i would really fight with jimin right then and there-”
“hyung that’s because you’re old”
“i’m old aND i have ramen to eat and jimin’s being a hypocrite tHAT’S WHAT”
the two of them are really making it clear that they’re not gonna stop on talking and have probably forgotten that this is your room
they’re so fired up to notice that it’s your bed they’re messing up by tossing and turning
“well for me.,,.,, i think i would just eat my food because aha i paid for it aND for jimin’s order too. gonna ask here and there to what standard of good does he have and how different it actually is from that ramen place. especially if you take out the external and materialistic factors”
“real mature of you, jungkook. i’m-”
“but that’s just a front and i’m gonna cHEW HIM OUT IN THE CAR AND FIGHT WITH JIMIN BECAUSE HE WAS DISRESPECTING ME!! AND SEOJOON!! AND THE FOOD!! AND-
lol jin spoke too soon
there’s this inevitable question that’s hanging
of how any professional and unattached personal assistant wouldn’t be too hung-up over this and just call it a day
and to how they wouldn’t dwell over that and coop up in their room as they re-evaluate the fact that they’re probably falling for their boss and said boss has hurt their feelings
jin and kook choose not to delve in it
especially jin who’s concerned about you in the first place because he caught onto the fact early on that you and jimin have this sort of tension and ease of comfort at the same time
not to mention that jimin smelled of the linen spray he gifted you on your birthday
and he could never mistaken that scent for anything else besides your bed
not unless someone else sleeps in your bed
he kNEW
knew this whole time that jimin shared your bed that night and he connected it to the spider thing and then suddenly, it just wasn’t a theory that he concocted
he could’ve easily slept in one of the many guest rooms here
could’ve bunked with jungkook because his room was the closest to jimin’s
could’ve bunked with him because jimin knows jin has a diffuser that’s same as his in his room and it would make him asleep faster
but no :D
jimin still chose to knock on your door and stay in your room
because in jimin’s fight or flight response over a spider invading his room, it’s to go to you
:D
he is one step away from making one of those boards you can see in tv shows that connected you and jimin with pushpins and yarn just to let you both know thAT THE FEELINGS ARE MUTUAL
THEY ARE VERY MUCH MUTUAL
AND YOU’RE NOT ACTING ON IT AND HE ISN’T EITHER BECAUSE THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SCARED
the three of you probably must have been carried away talking for so long that you’ve all fallen asleep squished into your bed with you still in the middle
kook is fully latched to you and he’s hEAVY and jin has his back turned to you but with his legs resting on top of yours???? and you’re all knocked out to the point, especially you, that you didn’t even notice that whilst being in the middle, your comforter warmed eVERYTHING and everyone but you
but it felt tOO lax
too lax that in your groggy half-asleep mind that you think you’re missing something ????
that all three of you are half-awake now and are just rolling around in the slightest and something jUST doesn’t feel right
wait
is that the door to your room opening
that is mOST definitely a phone clicking
was that a giggle
“yAAAA have some respect dhshhd wAIT JIMIN OH MY GOD OH MY GOD JIMIN WAKE UP WAKE UP WE SLEPT IN”
jin is flailing around like a fish out of water
he is moving more than the he caught within like eight seconds when he decided to try out fishing
you’re jostled awake because you’re laying closest to him and you sWEAR your soul must have been jostled too
kook was having it rough
he was.,.., in a defense position???? he’s,.,..,., taking cover???
lol alright jimin thinks that’s IT
“hush the three of u just kinda overslept”
jimin says sweetly while in the same time he’s kinda prying jungkook off of you hehehe and he could just disguise it as getting him to wake up
he has to admit that he was really endeared when he saw this sight of the three of you passed out asleep
he was very confused when he woke up and there still wasn’t breakfast or you explaining today’s flow and jungkook listening in behind the two of you
that’s weird,,,,,
then he peaked into each of your rooms expecting for it to be locked but to his surprise it wASN’T
he opened kook’s first and then it was empty and he completely blanked at that
j-jin????
he opened your room last and when the doorknob budged so easily he was about to pass out because wHY IS IT OPEN
and then he peaked and oH OMG UR ALL STILL ASLEEP
that’s no worries!! :D
jimin can handle all of this for the morning and he can even surprise the lot of you
ready-mix pancake batter?
aha easy but no :D he is looking to impress, not to burn
cereals?
aha no :D he is limited but his skills go far beyond than just adding milk ok
cup noodles bUT with mozzarella sticks that he can pop in the oven while he makes iced tea perhaps if water is too bland???
AHA YES :D
it’s beyond simple but he’s proud of himself ok
and it’s the thought that matters!!!
he’s even assured you that it’s all okay and no one’s gonna get fired!! not even close!!
you keep apologizing to him because you know today is supposed to be a busy one and you’re just gonna hOP into the shower and you’ll be out in five minutes and ur gonna be professional
“y/n jagi trust me!! i checked!! my call-time isn’t for another two hours!! you’re fINE. just go join jin-hyung and ggukie because i made breakfast :D”
“okay fine but jUST because you made breakfast :D”
[ and also u called me jagi and i am too soft for you and you can comfort me and my thought very endearingly so yes i wILL go down ]
jimin is so happy to see the three of you being genuinely excited ok
the two boys are SLIGHTLY taking a piss out of him but apart from that they are so so proud and are being absolutely candid
“jimin-hyung you didn’t forget to stir the iced tea this time oMG :((((
““you aCTUALLY closed the lid this time when you put in the hot water”
“bUT I’M SO PROUD OF YOU JIMIN OMG!!!!! you killed it with the mozzarella sticks”
“you EVEN sprinkled some uncooked noodles for that extra crunch omg i will hug u right now”
he’s actually blushing from all the praise
it doesn’t help either that you’re sitting beside him and are agreeing and even adding in your own quips!!
“it’s no big deal :D”
it is, in fact, a big deal
and jimin wants to stress that no matter how all of you are impressed with him right now, he wants to show that this should be a normal occurence too!!!the three of you are literally paid to make his life easier by doing tasks he can do himself and for that he is beyond grateful
but he wants to return his gratitude from time to time!!!he thinks letting you keep some from the PR packages is not enough
it’s jimin’s baby steps and the three of you are aware and you’re rooting for him
even if sometimes he might fall face-first but you’re always there
:)
you don’t want to be overly too cheesy
but you mean it
you really do
as much as jimin depended on you, you’ve probably also learned how to always look for and after him in everything that you do
he’s ultimately housed into your heart and god it’s too hard to try and pick him out of it
you could be in your day-off and trying to do an activity by yourself and your first thought would be “lol jimin would get so impatient with this”
you see a relatively luxury item? that’s jimin
u see a billboard of a brand in fashion week that he most definitely sat front row at? jimin
a dog you pass by on the street that looks like it most definitely something he would coo and try to pet?? PARK JIMIN
you don’t wanna take advantage of your position to enact your feelings
even if that is most certainly a vantage point
but you most definitely would do it if you were just sure that jimin liked you back
that he thought of you in the same way and you’re not only a mere PA he could always replace whenever he wanted to
distancing yourself is practically impossible
especially when you can’t distinguish the concept of mixed signals anymore from the actual fact that maybe
just maybe that he liked you too :(((
jimin’s kNOCKING on your door again at an ungodly hour and you’re opening it up
again
“is it another-“
you’re about to fully open your door because you’re highly sure that this is another spider and he’s not gonna put himself up with that situation EVER again
about to rub off the sleep in your eyes only to succumb back later again when he’s gonna lie beside you in your bed
but it was different this time
there’s sniffling and heavy tears
there’s jimin whose chest is heaving right now as he’s trying to compose himself
his heart feels ultimately heavy and even more so because it’s about to sink in that he just woke you up to hear out his problems he doesn’t think is too shallow to even be a problem; his whole mind foggy
“if my parents weren’t rich and i wasn’t the park jimin — do you think i’d still get to my level of success?”
he looks absolutely wretched and his voice sounds so pained
he’s about to turn on his heel because he feels so selfish for having you wake up for him but it’s not something-
“yes.��
you say without skipping a beat and you swear your heart clenches when jimin does a double-take over what you just said
your heart is absolutely hurting for him :((
you don’t even think when you pull him to you for an embrace and he’s completely breaking down by then, his face buried to the crook of your neck with his hands still in fists
jimin might have searched his name for the fun of it
but then one thing led to another and then he ended up reading threads in reddit and twitter and basically in any portal of social media
some are good and wholesome
but god there’s just some that were criticizing him and his wealthy background
some were too below the belt
and there’s this guttural feeling in his chest because what if he really is everything that these people point him out to be
he didn’t want for himself to be born into a well-off family and that’s out of his control
jimin so badly misses the time that he was still pretty fucking young and naive to the fact that he’s already had millions to his name even before he could speak his first words and crawl for the first time
and it’s the guilt that he carries with him
it’s how he tries to rid himself off the image that he’s nothing but wealth
he’s spiraled so hard into thought during the past hour that it hasn’t sinked into him that he’s been crying to you for almost equally as long
“i see you for you, jimin — i mean it.”
you’re rubbing circles in his back and it’s helping him calm down especially you talking to him because it grounds his mind
he’s kind of blubbering still but he’s listening to you intently and he’s resorted to staying still in your embrace
“you’re one of the greatest people i ever know and it’s not because you’re your parents’ son, okay? i see you for you.”
he’s all puffy from crying and you’re wiping at the extra tears that’s coming out with how he’s digesting your words and that earns him another kiss to his hairline because it truly calms him
you have one hand on his palm and jimin’s mindlessly playing with it as it distracts him from the heaviness on his chest and besides
you’re a really calming figure
you’d do anything right now to just ground jimin :((((
whatever it takes
“you can take off your makeup and your jewelry, jimin — i’d still love you the same.”
you mean it
you mean it vERY much
if the circumstances were different and they were lighter
you’d notice that you might have slipped up and basically confessed your love for himi
f the circumstances weren’t jimin crying to you at 2 in the morning from reading up to what some people think of him
he’d say the same to you
but it’s this
and jimin nods to your words and he’s tired and so are you
he lets you tuck him and squeeze his hand and listens to when you tell him that if he needs anything, he could just shake you awake and you’re gonna be there for him
and maybe even in the dark
jimin turns to face you at one point and you’re fast asleep and he’s getting to finally succumb to the rest that’s tugging on his veins
maybe even in the dark, he may have slotted his hand to fit yours
jimin’s holding your hand in the dark as he falls asleep
:D
he feels secure and goes to sleep secure and he wakes up secure
growing up, his security without a doubt was always ensured considering his background and well practically who he is
but that was a different type of security
it’s surface-level security such as what jungkook’s hired to do!!!!!
but you
you probably can’t tell but you are literally a walking safe place for jimin to which he feels immediately at home at
home is a broad term because it’s more of a feeling of belonging rather than a set location
and u know what
:D
home feels oddly specific to jimin nowadays
especially when he got two of his impacted wisdom teeth out under general anesthesia :D
he doesn’t hate going to the dentist’s office actually
who wouldn’t when the dentist he goes at is too pristine and there’s a flat-screen tv and the receptionist is actually nice!!!! and the doors were cool!!!! and the seats were spacious and loungy!!!!!
jimin only went like “.....cool” when the dentist said that he has four impacted wisdom teeth after seeing his x-ray
in fact he was a bit excited because omg i’ve never had an operation in my life ever wHAT must this feel like????
but then
u see
lmao dr. baekhyun kinda has a knack for joking and he nudges jimin at one point when he was explaining the operation
“yeah you’re gonna be under local anesthetic :D”
“that’s cool doc :D”
you’re catching on to what dr. baekhyun is saying because you’ve got your wisdom teeth taken out before aND HIS TONE IS JOKING
AND JIMIN DOESN’T KNOW IT YET
does jimin think that there’s an imported anesthetic and he’s being oh wow cool support local rn.,.,.,,.
and not realizing that-
“that means you’re gonna be awake for your operation :D”
“oh that’s — wAIT WHAT????”
dr. baekhyun is really taking a piss out of him omg he’s trying to keep a straight face right now and so are you
“what do you mEAN i’m gonna be awake for it doc????? that’s nOT what the movies say!!!”
“it’s almost gonna be pain-free, jimin. don’t-...”
“b-but aLMOST?? why do i need to be awake for it??? oh my gOD i watched that video of how they extract and i’m gonna be AWAKE when you drill into my jaw??? dr. baekhyun-“
jimin is blubbering
he is so near to tears
he’s turning into a big baby and his voice is wavering and oh my god that’s when dr. baekhyun and you cut it out
he is tEARING UP to the crook of your neck as you simultaneously try to stifle your laughter and run your hands through his hair
he’s pouting the whole moment you and dr. baekhyun take turns explaining
“aish, those movies. actually, most wisdom teeth extractions happen under local anesthetic. it’s most recommended if you’re just gonna have one to two wisdom teeth taken out at a time-“
“or generally if your wisdom teeth are not buried in too deep!!”
“what happens is — ok the dentist applies some lidocaine to the spot, and then it numbs, and then they’re gonna inject some stuff with a bIG-ASS SYRINGE!!!!”
“lmao y/n don’t scare jimin but aLSO!!! THAT’S TRUE!! but sometimes local anesthetic could be intravenous instead :D”
jimin is so conflicted wHY are you still explaining this to him and why did u play with him like that:(((
“but don’t worry!! point is, you’re not gonna be awake for it since your situation is a bit more difficult for local anesthesia :)”
.....that really made him sigh out of relief
but also he’s still a bit mad because wHY did you let dr. baekhyun joke with him like that and why did you join
if that was truly the case then yeet he will never get his wisdom teeth taken out
throughout the week you remind him to take the prescription meds that would have him prepped for his surgery
he is both excited and nervous
he’s bringing it up at every chance he gets
“carbonara..... ugh :(( oh well this is my last taste at carbonara before i get operated on and have my mouth bloody and my cheeks puffy for like a week or something :(((“
“chicken :(( oh yeah i can’t eat chicken and other oily things after my operation :(((“
“oh right :(( y/n can you put a toothbrush for toddlers in your grocery list? y’know,,, since i’m gonna have stitches and all :((“
jungkook was very nervous and concerned with jimin’s hype for this because omg he doesn’t know yet if his own wisdom teeth are impacted
and jimin did a word-per-word explanation of the procedure as per dr. baekhyun and boy is he so scared and nervous at the same time
jin on the other hand is very amused as to how he’s so pumped for a damn operation
“lol watch him mope for five days when all he could eat is soup and you and jungkook get to eat solids beside him”
but then the actual day of his operation came
and he is nervous ok
beyond nervous than he could ever admit
jimin is excited and nervous at the same time because he knows exactly what’s gonna happen to him but at the same time he wOULDN’T know that it’s happening to him
that’s terrifying
he’s so nervous about going alone into the room and the three of you are sending him eager waves as moral support ok yEET he’s coming back in for another hug
he may or may not be stalling
jimin hugs seokjin longer this time
jungkook hugs jimin tighter because omg he has all his respect like king u are gonna have your jaw basically cracked i’m rOOTING FOR YOU
he seems that he has no intention at letting you go so u have to move the both of yourselves to the room step by step while still keeping his embrace
dr. baekhyun is assuring him that it would be literally over before he knows it!!
jin is putting in his bet that it would be an irritable post-op jimin the moment he comes out of the operating room
jungkook bets that jimin would be v clingy and cuddly
u are siding with neither bet because you know that jimin would be a handful either way
some hours passed and dr. baekhyun is going to the waiting area eagerly!!
“yAAA follow me!! most especially y/n!! jimin is thrashing looking around for you!!”
jin never walked with this much purpose
kook is so nervous because omg is jimin okay whY is he thrashing :((
ok maybe thrashing is a bit of an exaggeration
but there’s some truth to it actually
jimin’s cheeks are mad swollen!!!
there’s a nurse standing some distance away from him and the tag reads kai and kai looks so amused looking at the patient he’s had some trouble with the moment he woke up
by trouble he means jimin whining and flopping around like a goldfish and wON’T listen to sehun’s explanations nor get his assistance
jimin’s still sat on his chair with his arms crossed across his chest and it’s clear that he has a frown on even with his gauze-filled cheeks
his ears perk up the moment the door slides open!!
“mMMMPFHH!!!”
in any other situation you would giggle with how he excalimed with so much ferocity but you just become concerned because his arms are outstretched for you
yes you’re now hugging a hazy post-op jimin
“the nurfse!!! kai!! he waFf trying to choke me :(((”
kook would jump at any second now but lmao everybody knows he’s not actually serious
kai was actually just trying to take off the bib around his neck but jimin fLIPPED omg he thought kai was gonna choke him :((
“my cheekTh :(( am i touching my cheekFs??”
jimin is very adamant in patting his cheeks aggressively and you have to catch his hands because that cAN’T be good for him
“yes jimin u are”
he’s panicking now because wHY can he not feel them??
he resorts to patting and smushing your own cheeks instead
:O
he is wooing out loud
dr. baekhyun is giving u a lil baggie of jimin’s wisdom teeth and u hAD to hide them real quick because jimin thought that he saw some food and that’s something he’s not exactly entitled to indulge in right now
kai is giving jin reminders besides the bond paper he’s already given
dietary reminders too and he’s practically chuckling because omg jimin’s gonna HATE this
“he was out like a light during the whole thing but the moment he woke up?? he was crying because you weren’t in the room with him”
dr. baekhyun says as if jimin isn’t there beside u,,, clinging onto you,.,.,
you’re sure he is completely out of it and is totally not listening :D
“if jimin’s still bleeding by the second day, or if something’s just not right with his healing or if there’s too much pain, just give me a call, m’kay?”
ok wait actually
he’s listening
jimin’s tUGGING you by the collar of your shirt and u literally almost plank to the ground because a post-op jimin is stronger than necessary
“nOoOo!! don’tfh call him!! y/n wHY are u gonna call docfor baekhyun :(((”
“in case anything goes wrong with your hEALING,, jimin”
“wHAFtf no :(( just call mE!! ME!!! me notfd him :((”
dr. baekhyun really seems to be enjoying and at this point he kinda has to kick the lot of u out because the room needs to be disinfected and the next appointment he has is in an hour
“lol your boyfriend’s really the jealous type hUh”
“lmao nO dr. baekhyun jimin’s not my boyfriend!!”
he looks like a seal pursing his lips right now but he just absentmindedly hums as he gives u another baggie but this time with some gauze and cotton and the medicine he needs to take
jimin isn’t opposed to being carried right now and jungkook is most certainly not against carrying his hyung
in fact he is gLAD
he doesn’t mind at all carrying jimin who’s cOMPLAINING that he feels so light with how fast kook is walking so he’s slowing down to like five steps within five seconds
omg he hopes he isn’t making him dizzy :(((
he’s just gonna take long strides ok
that way, jimin isn’t gonna notice!!!
also
jimin is adamant that u hold his hand and jin with his other hand the wHOLE time jungkook is carrying him
u pull your hand out one time because it was getting clammy and u had to wipe it off and jimin almost threw a fit :(((
kook is driving and jin is in the front seat and you’re left at the back with jimin
he is still pouting and u can’t tell actually with how his cheeks are at the moment but there’s this crease in his brow you so badly want to kiss off
he feels fuzzy
ultimately fuzzy and soft at the same time
he is in: pain
jimin softly places his head on your shoulder with an accompanying sound effect from his own mouth of course :)
“are you gonna take care of me?”
he is definitely less wild than he was back in the clinic but that doesn’t take away the same confusion and persistence in his voice though
you are convinced he is speaking in tiny text and that just adds up to the fact that he looks so mushy right now :((
“of course i am :)”
jimin kinda blanks at that
nods slowly even
he’s looking at your lap wistfully and just juts outs his bottom lip while sTILL tugging at your heartstrings with how he is now
“ok thank u :(((”
his scalp is getting scratched at gently and both normal and post-op jimin like that
the whole drive is smooth actually
with the music playing and jin and kook arguing in the background about whose bet won and in your humble opinion it’s a 50/50 bc he is Snarky with a capital S to the two of them but he is completely soft and pliable to you
just when u thought that jimin’s asleep with how quiet he is, once again is he shifting in his seat and upfront grabbing your arm to lace around him while he’s still laid on your shoulder :((
“loaf u”
you’re humming as you’re a bit lost to what jimin just said
“i loaf u”
????
jimin knocks out after he repeats loaf to you for like ten times and he’s basically lulled himself to sleep just by saying that
oh
OH
“i love you.”
you are not gonna squeak
u are nOT gonna cry
what you’re gonna do is TRY to keep your composure even if u know your cheeks are outrageously heated and your lip’s about to bust with how hard you’re biting down
jus gotta pretend that jimin isn’t lying down on you or that you’re never gonna hear the end of it if jin and kook just knew what happened right now
or that night when jimin slept beside you in your own bed
or that night before when jimin slept beside you in your own bed :)
he is in pain
in iMMENSE PAIN
jungkook carried him up to his room and even tucked him in!!
he got so worried bc jimin sometimes drools but instead of drool what if he just drools bLOOD???
right in these silk pillowcases? not in his watch
he’s putting his own dark-colored face towels on either side of jimin’s face because someone needs to take one for the team
he woke up all groggy and he was about to yawn bUT CHRIST NO
FUCK
THAT HURTS
JIMIN FORGOT THAT HE HAS STITCHES
he’s gonna appreciate it that it was a blue thread used and the stitches are dissolvable
but it’s hard to appreciate when even opening your mouth hURTS
he’s groaning and whining so bad
he is dialling your number in an instant because he can’t exactly call out for you, can he :D
he is so fatigued oh my god he’s gonna lay this one out
“hiiiii sleepyhead :D”
“hurts :(((”
right off the bat, you know
you already know that you’re gonna need to baby jimin perhaps this whole week
foods that require sipping and sucking are absolutely not allowed
ramen is off the menu
anything spicy or served hot is a no-go
anything oily such as chicken and pork aren’t allowed either
leafy things such as kimchi is a no!!!
basically!!!
none
jin is trying his best to cheer up jimin with his cooking ok
you and kook empathized with him by also eating room-temperature mushroom soup :D
that will be the only time though aha
there’s two heating pads almost always on jimin’s face
he is moping around in his pajamas and indulging in his button up silk pajama tops because slipping on shirts hurts ok
his schedule is basically free so that means the three of you are too!!
non-stop movie marathons
jimin is so bitter seeing the three of you eATING snacks and popcorn and everything else
the three of you made a rule after that if you’re gonna eat, just eat at the couch bEHIND jimin
accidentally the three of you came together to eat at the couch and jimin was ???????
“oh ok i see what happened there,.,,.”
a new rule was you can eat oNE AT A TIME
and if ur gonna eat something noisy such as chips, you gRAB ANOTHER CHAIR AND THEN SIT FAR BEHIND
he’s also learned to say the word please more
it’s not that he didn’t say it before
but now every sentence that he says has pls and thank u in it
“kook can you pls lift this box for me? y/n still won’t allow me to lift heavy things because dr. baekhyun said so-”
“not a problem jimin-hyung!!!”
“aha thank you :D”
“jin-hyung can u pls make me one of those yogurt smoothies? please? i’m not gonna try to use a straw i swear :(( please??”
“oh my god don’t worry u don’t even need to ask!! hOW many do you want??? two? three? thIRTY?? u know what i’m gonna send kook out to buy those baby biscuits that u could dissolve really easily you deserve a
snack :((”
“y/n my hand is really heavy right now can you hold it??”
:D
if jimin was affectionate then, he is mUCH more affectionate now
all these lingering touches and all these pet names :((
makes you think more and more if jimin remembered what he was saying when he was in that post-op haze
and honestly you don’t know which option was better
u are in panic whenever you think about the whole loaf thing
in the same time you’re excited and nervous because what if he didn’t mean what he was saying!! or what if he did know what he was saying but now that he’s okay, he regrets it and thinks it’s a mistake
kinda like u who’s sat on his bed because he asked if u could stay with him and play with his hair until he fell asleep
:((
u absolutely don’t know what to do
YOU CAN’T SLEEP
all you’ve been doing is watching video after video doing thrift store hauls
u want that pan
that small polar bear-shaped pan meant for pancakes
it’s dysfunctional and it will be impossible to flip in theory
but you WANT it
you ended up on tiktok watching eAsY recipes they’ve crammed to 15 seconds :D
you’ve lost track in how many links you’ve been texting jin :D
maybe u should tire yourself to fall asleep!!!!
how about u make dalgona right now
i mean it is mainly milk but it still has coffee so it’s a 60/40 chance that it’s gonna help you fall asleep????
u are gonna beat with your arm until it falls off :D
...
....
“..,.,, jin??”
“..,.., y/n??”
“why are yOU awake??”
“no why are YOU awake??”
the two of u could bicker for hours but it ended when it finally dawned on
jin that you’re awake and he is too and he’s holding his phone
oh god he’s been avoiding your messages
“so :D aha edible cookie dough?? :D”
jin is squinting his eyes at the microwave and he almost flips at you as he thinks this should be the answer to your request
“y/n it is two in the morning”
“ok what’s your point though :)”
he’s gonna stay silent because oh shit u did have a point there
there is no direct correlation with the time and giving in to making you your cravings and honestly? edible cookie dough sounds nice
he’ll probably have to make his own recipe because jin will NOT follow a 15-second tutorial in tiktok :D aha over his dead body :D
turned out that jin was only here because he got hungry from gaming straight for five hours and he’s in a bit of a loss streak so he just wanted to eat some comfort food
you blanked out when he asked why were you here
oh my god
yOU UNPACKED A LOT
jin is sitting in the bar stool next to you as you keep rambling on over what you’ve been feeling and the things that have been happening the past few weeks
he is really killing it with his expressions
:O
he is shocked but at the same time not
but hearing this from you himself and confirming some theories he had here and there rEALLY MAKES HIM :O
“oh baby :(((“
you’re crying at this point and yOU DON’T KNOW WHY EITHER
you’re just so confused and conflicted at the same time ok and u don’t know what to do
jin’s hugging you for moral support and he really does feel sorry for you
“ok ok just cry it out i’m gonna make the cookie dough now oKAY WAIT NO DON’T SQUEAL”
apparently your squeals can summon someone with the name of jeon jungkook :D
he explains quickly to nOT do that because he says that there’s literally a pattern
you squeal and jungkook must pop out at any second even if you’re out of reach
jungkook says huwah :O and then yOU literally drop everything that you’re doing just to see what’s happened and be a part of it
“thank god he’s asleep though”
seokjin mutters more to himself in relief because lol the edible cookie dough he’s gonna make in now four in the morning
having to share it with u who could inhale comfort food in a second is enough
having another one who could inhale twice as much and twice as fast is nOT welcome
also he is doing really good with this recipe he just improvised
it smells so good that you lit rally stopped crying
why is a door opening
and why are there eager footsteps descending on the stairs
“hYUNG what is it why did y/n squeal? oH y/n omg you’re here too”
he is still groggy from sleep and his voice is really raspy and not to mention the fact that he was woken up by your squeal alone
jin is adamant in shielding the mixer with his body because no way is he going to add in to the batch
u didn’t get the note that the two of u are supposed to hide the cookie dough though so you pipe in at the very last second before kook notices your state that yes u indeed cried!!
“cookie dough!! edible cookie dough!! jin agreed to make it for me :D”
he is caught red-handed and kook has never felt this betrayed
and he’s gonna take this betrayal as a silver lining now that the sleep is wearing off of him!!!
“woah omg i can’t wait to taste it :D”
seokjin has already lost this game even before it started so u know what he’s just gonna cook more flour and make a bigger batch for the tHREE of you
the barstools jimin has put here are honestly a hit because that way kook could probe you gently on why were you crying
judging by the way jin freezed too when he mentioned jimin’s name, kook even got more curious
and u trust him enough just like you do with jin
you’re gonna retell the story again with some interjections here and there from jin who you told this to like two hours ago and it’s more exciting that way because as you said, he is rEALLY killing it with the expressions
jungkook cannot stop gasping and at one point you had to hold his hand bc he is in a state of shock ok
all his side comments and reactions gave jin more leeway to rapidly freeze the cookie dough a bit since he’s still a bit offended that you said he could just follow the tiktok recipe and it wouldn’t make a difference!!
not true
jin puts the D in difference
you’re just about to wrap up your whole story and jin’s taking out the dough and kook is half-distracted because he can clearly see the bag of chocolate chips that isn’t empty
DON’T BE SHY PUT SOME MORE
kook nods in earnest when you finish up and he’s gonna say what he thinks
but not before stating to you the fact that jimin is clearly in love with you!!!!
“do you want me to make you a cake that says we should get married so you could give it to jimin? i make-...”
“piss off jungkook wE ARE NOT THE SAME!! i’m gonna make that cake!! me!! not you u little-”
lol jin is really touchy with his job
he is dearly protective and he will be the ONE and the ONLY
the cookie dough is heavenly
so heavenly
jungkook swears he has never ate something so divine and he has never wanted to contract salmonella before since he so badly wants to recreathe this for himself
he’s just gonna be good to jin and won’t get on his nerves so he could request another portion of this and not contract salmonella :))
time passed by so quickly and there were so many snacks made that u didn’t notice that the sun already rose and jimin’s going down the stairs with question marks floating around in his head
the two are QUICK to lie with the reasons to why you’re all up and deflect that you have been even before the sun peaked and it is surely connected to jimin
“hi hyung!! oh y/n just couldn’t sleep so that’s why she grabbed milk from the fridge!”
“and i heard the little ruckus so i came downstairs and then jungkook came down because he hear my door opening!”
“yeah and we all couldn’t sleep so we were just talking about things!!”
“global warming!! uH the new kitchen-aid jin wants!! normal things :D”
that is more information that jimin asked for
he literally just remarked “oOoH you’re all up early!!”
he is much better now since it’s been a little over a week and he’s recovering steadily
he’s on a solo errand today actually!! and jimin said that he wanted to go and meet up with his friends
you don’t have a clue to what him and taehyung and hoseok do in their time-off
probably rich people things like ordering a big bowl of caviar??
or maybe they just drive in convertibles all day and wear cool expensive shades 24/7
you’ve been jimin’s PA for like two years now and not once have you ever seen those two
it’s cool
you know almost everyone in jimin’s circle by now!!
even more-so now because you’re gonna school jin in this very party jimin’s throwing right now
you and kook have memorized his circle by now and it’s jin’s opportunity now since his job description doesn’t exactly entail that he’s gonna be glued to the hip to him to everywhere
this party is both intimidatingly high-end but in the same time actually entertaining
that’s rare nowadays hehe
it’s a party that’s been a long time coming now!!
after all, jimin has bagged every award he possibly could in the back-to-back award shows that’s happened in this month alone
quite an awesome feat since the nature and fields of all award shows were different!! from being in countless lists in magazines as one of the most successful people to having the greatest selling power
to being hailed as the most influential endorser to being the most promising future leaders
he’s got it all
jimin literally got them all
he wasn’t even present to every award show he was nominated for and later won at
he was kinda unfazed
and that is boss shit as jungkook said in disbelief
it explains this extravagant party and it’s also a celebration that aHA i’ve also got over this wisdom teeth scenario and u bet he’s gonna retell the details to the guests
it’s in a nightclub within a hotel
a lavish nightclub with in an even more lavish hotel and it was huge
so huge that there was a sWIMMING POOL!!!
a swimming pool!!! in a nightclub!!! in a hotel!!!
there was something for everybody in this party
jimin got this idea when he was lying it bed after being so groggy after his surgery and was like wAIt what if i threw a party ya know
so he started planning!!!
he didn’t have to leave his bed when he hired an event planner over the phone nor laid out his course one by one
you only knew of this party a couple days later and you were a bit confused because??? wait at your past parties i dID the planning and u came to me first right?? :(((
ok you knew what jin was getting at
and he’s just :D aha it’s bc i want it to be a suprise for u and everyone ya know???
there is alcohol!! there is booze!! everything!! it ranges from cheap canned beer to expensive aged whiskey!!
also: there are meals in this party???
lasagna!!! chicken fingers!! hors d’ouevres!! dESSERT!!!
it’s a fusion of everything you could ever look for without being or looking overwhelming at all!! sure the lights are out and it’s a mixture of neon lights that are lighting up the whole room and there’s default party music playing bUT you could eat ice cream and it’s gonna look perfectly casual!!
jimin really did a great job doing this (mostly) by himself
you are so stunned :D
just yesterday jimin literally sent out the three of you with his credit card and he said nO QUESTIONS ASKED
everything that he did raised questions
“jimin wHY are you kicking us out and wHY are you giving us your credit card and yOUr car keys, without you???”
“yA calm down jagi-”
jin and kook try not to freeze in their spot
are they gonna pretend to be surprised or casual because uhhhhh jimin just called u jagi right in front of them and they think that he hasn’t realized it yet :)
“treat yourselves!! pick up what you wanna wear for the party tomorrow!! don’t skimp out this time pls because i’m gonna receive a notification for it and i wILL march down there if u do skimp :((( ok treat yourselves bYE :D”
you’re all confused and are very ʷʰᵃᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ
jin is talking to jimin on the phone while kook is driving and you can hear whining through the other line and jin’s very persistent sputters
ok u all had no choice
and it all landed to the three of you looking so divine in this party!!! surely they knew that oh my god yes u are indeed jimin’s entourage and u don’t need any introductions at this point
man all these compliments and gasps are really going straight to your ego :D
jin and kook were really persistent in interfering with the outfit u were gonna pick out and u had little say because they were so excited but u know what.,.,.,. they did an eXCELLENT job
you’re wearing a black lacy bodysuit!!! you were skeptical at first because whAT does this have to do with ur outfit??? it wasn’t see-through but it fit sOOOO nicely and jin was in the store with u to help because as he explained
there are different laces and he swears that he will strangle you if you pick a tacky one because it would ruin the whole outfit he and kook planned out
and then pants!! high-waisted fITTED BLACK SILK PANTS
and then bOOM A VERY NICE BLACK SUIT JACKET
and it wasn’t plain because tHERE’S GOLD EMBROIDERY ON THE BACK
really nice golden embroideries of flowers and some dragons and jungkook iMMEDIATELY screeched when he saw that there was a tiger flowers and was :O
“get it. get it. immediately. right now. get it. if you’re not gonna use jimin’s credit card. use mine. you want cash? here. after the party you hAVE to let me borrow this. please. pls.”
he even let you borrow his earrings and gOD WOW
YOU’RE ALSO WEARING THE NECKLACE JIMIN GAVE YOU!!
safe to say that you have stunned everyone :D
lit rally everyone and you felt so good wearing it too!!
jimin’s reaction was very heartwarming omg
he was frozen for five seconds and then after he was squealing and shrieking
“jAGIIIIIIII you are so beautiful omg do you know that :(((”
he is really pushing the term of endearment and ur not complaining
the way that he’s so giddy about seeing you in your outfit and how he even tWIRLED you around!!!!
you’re positive that you’re gonna cry
jin looks dashing and people are literally swooning over him
some people were arguing about u know what how about u become my chef???
a blue button-up with a dash of gold on the side and there’s some jewels on the collar and there’s embellishments and then bOOM HE SUDDENLY HAS A DIAMOND CHOKER
it wasn’t really expensive tbh but god it could be a $3 chain and he’s still gonna make it look like it’s a thousand dollars!!!
jungkook had on a silky black inside shirt and a thread-like glittery combo for a suit and he sERVED!!!! he most certainly didn’t disappoint and people were turning their heads and were :O jimin are you sURE this is your bodyguard
you were enjoying yourself!!! so much!!!
you’re by yourself since jin explored by himself to get some lasagna because he is getting hungry ok
kook is near jimin but not so much because he wants him to enjoy himself but in the same time be safe but aLSO not feel like he’s kinda invading his fun personal bubble at the moment
jimin’s with taehyung and hoseok in their own booth and it’s very clear that they are catching attention because they are quite the attention-grabbing trio
so much beauty and not to mention so much money
you’ve barely talked to him the whole party because people keep whisking him away though :((
sometimes you forget that jimin is beyond famous because right at this moment, it’s sinking in again that everyone invited here has something to do with every field jimin’s ever been in
and that is a lot :D
half are personalities and celebrities and the other half are people behind the scenes and it’s just a mesh of basically everyone in the media and such
there’s a lot of really pretty people
so much so that ur a lil bit insecure :D
some female co-stars that jimin’s worked with left and right :D
sPEAKING OF
chaeyoung.,.,.,
chaeyoung who jimin had a massive crush on like two years ago from a luxury shoot and back then you didn’t used to mind because yOU HAVEN’T FALLEN FOR HIM YET
however when u did start,,,
and she’s mentioned out of the blue or she’s in the same shoot coincidentially, you swear
you sWEAR your stomach does flips and there’s a monster in the name of jealousy that pops up :((
u can’t help it :(((
chaeyoung belonged to the same circle of elites jimin belonged to
not to mention that she’s famous and closer to jimin’s level than you ever could!!!
you’re not sure if jimin knows that she’s indeed here and most certainly you don’t know if he STILL has a crush on her
apparently you’re about to know now because you let your eyes linger around you again to see cHAEYOUNG!!! WALKING TO YOU!!! AT FULL SPEED!!!
aha :D
why :D
pls no why :D
u feel so intimidated you’re not gonna lie at aLL
she looks stern and looks so put-together and u are pretty sure she has no pores at all and her dress is more expensive than your paycheck for like six months could ever be :(((
“you’re his personal assistant, right? can you ask him to come meet me here?”
oh
you weren’t expecting that
you weren’t sure on what you were expecting in the first place at all but you are hecking sure that this was not it!!!
and by his you know it’s jimin
and why
why :((((
you wanna play dumb so bad or atleast just do something,, ANYTHING,, that u don’t have to do what chaeyoung wants you to and is practically obliging u to because after all you aRE jimin’s PA
“sure.”
:)
oh god why are you doing this :((
you’re walking over to where jimin’s sat at and you are having second thoughts about this
chaeyoung could walk to jimin herself like damn :/
maybe u could still back out
you peek behind you over your shoulder and she’s actually looking at you with a small smile taunting you as if what u think you’re doing miss gO do what i told you to do!!
jimin’s all snug in his booth and he looks a bit tipsy by now judging by the slight flush on his cheeks and how from here you can hear his giggles and they’re even more infectious when he’s drunk
you are just gonna pOp right there in the booth and the security that’s kinda sprawled around them lets you pass through easily because jungkook waved them off and he’s throwing you in a confused and a giddy smile
“jimin, chaeyoung wants you to go to her by the bar.”
say no baby
please
“chaeyoung?!!”
ok fuckie no
sAY SIKE
jimin looks excited??? shocked even??? and you don’t know how to react either
but you’re sure that there’s this monster again because he looks interested and it’s clearly piqued his attention :((
“jimin....???”
wait
oh right that is kIM TAEHYUNG
you hear him trail out with his eyes narrowed and you’re a bit dumbfounded because he’s uh injecting himself to the conversation
also this was his your first ever interaction with him
hoseok pops in his head to your line of sight to make his being known
“hmmmmm,,.,.,, jimin???”
what is happening right now
the both of them are throwing looks to jimin and you’re genuinely confused as to why
they’re communicating with their eyes and it literally looks like it
jimin’s throwing you a skeptical look and he clears his throat and you’re fully giving in your attention!!! there’s just something that-
“mr. park, y/n. mr. park.”
...
oh
that’s,,,
that feels bad in your gut
it’s been years ever since you called jimin as mr. park
and it puts a bad taste on your mouth with the context that’s given because basically
taehyung and hoseok are so iffy about you and the idea of you, a personal assistant, call jimin by his first name
felt as if they were so repulsed with what you just called him and how you’re treating him so casually????
and to how, if you put it, jimin immediately switched from being a tipsy gentle being to a stern and authorative boss
“i don’t know why she called me jimin, actually. she could be a bit-...”
not to mention that jimin goes ahead and tattles of to how you’ve been lacking
right in front of you as he chats on to taehyung and hoseok while simultaneously getting up from his seat as he detaches little by little
you tuned out at that
your heart’s dropping from your chest and it does not feel good at all :((
jimin’s catching up to you because actually you’re leading him to chaeyoung since he didn’t know where she was and this was what you were supposed to do
you didn’t know you could walk this fast in heels but now you do
there’s a slight tug on your wrist and u had to snatch it real quick before it could ever tighten
“listen i just-...”
you suddenly feel so out of place and the fact that this certain scenario is happening doesn’t help at all
before jimin could ever finish though, chaeyoung’s already greeting him perkily and oh yeah she’s hugging him now
:)
just what you needed
someone literally whisks you away and when you look up it turned out that it was just jin
you could not be more thankful enough
there are definitely some tears pricking in your eyes aha
“there you are!! do you have your eyedrops with you? my contacts are getting dRY and-”
jin didn’t know who he was whisking you away from but he is sure that it was you who he’s grabbing by the arm and taking outside because of his eyedrop hunt
he’s a bit perplexed to see you all red-eyed and he has no words...???
maybe you’re the one who needs eyedrops??
“y/n are you-”
“nO NO NO i’m not crying :D”
nice save you got there
jin’s thoughts did a complete 180 and he’s frowning a bit in wondering what happened
“aww baby what happened??”
he gets lost even more because the moment he asked out loud, mORE tears come out and now he’s taking you in for a hug and his shirt’s getting all wet
the doors right behind the two of you burst open and it’s a confused-looking jungkook strolling behind it
he left because in the first place, the booth jimin was sitting at had enough security alone because hoseok and taehyung’s alone were already too much and nobody would really notice if he left
also he saw the whole chaeyoung approaching you thing unfold
not to mention that he heard every word of nonsense jimin was spewing and berating you right in front of his friends and he swears that his inner cheek is a bit bloodied from biting down so he wouldn’t explode on the older boy
“hey hEy how about we go to the rooftop, hm?? where there aren’t any people???”
jungkook is quick to suggest and jin immediately gets his point because anyone would get the wrong idea of why park jimin’s personal assistant is crying and is detached from him so yEAH why not!!!!
although there’s a hurdle because you’re still crying to jin’s shirt and it’s not really efficient to drag you to the elevator while you’re still face down right
“ok my turn!!!”
kook is really the problem-solver he loves that for him
he’s holding you upright by the arms and immediately presses you to his neck instead because you won’t stop!!!! and in this position not only would u not that tear up much to his very expensive suit jacket, but also!!! he gets to carry you efficiently to the elevator without breaking into a sweat because aha!!! your position is optimal for a snug carry!!!!
jin is rushing him and he’s looking to the elevator and behind the both of you to see if there’s anyone and if there were, there would surely be headlines to jimin’s name the very next day
the coast was clear!!
throughout the whole elevator ride, jin’s trying to coax out what happened from you and he’s just answered with sniffles :((
so tHEN he turns to kook and kook is trying his best to whisper out the summary of what happened, wITHOUT letting you hear what he was saying
and that’s hard because not only can you hear him, but also you can see his reflection right in the walls of the elevators
“later later shhh i’ll tell you laTER, hyung!!”
okay he may have said that a little too loudly and you kinda whimper
because you knew what jungkook was gonna tell jin and it’s a fresh dig at what happened all over again :(((
“i’m sorry i’m sorry dON’t cry y/n please :(((“
he’s bouncing you up and down like if you were to burp a baby and jin smacks him upright in the head
he may not be helping at carrying you right now but he dID make you stop crying and giggle instead for a bit so yes jin is essential like that
he even helps via adding the mMmph when kook’s plopping you down on one of the fluffy sofas by the pool
jin was gonna step in and try to get some more pillows from stealing the pillows from those individual chairs but he didn’t need that since you’re already contorting ur body to a lil ball of sadness
oh
“sO?????”
kook throws a blank look to when jin left you and deemed that u weren’t gonna do anything in your position so he could go ask
“what do you mEAN so??? wHAT HAPPENED IDIOT”
“oH!!!! :O”
jungkook proceeds to tell what he’s witnessed in detail
he even memorized the dialogue almost word per word and that jimin really painted you as a fool right in front of taehyung and hoseok
“this assistant — sometimes can’t realize that i’m her boss and not my equal.”
that was a low blow
that was sUCH a low blow that even jin winced and kook flailed with him as he reacted to the retelling of the story
“no way!! jimin said THAT?! i can’t-“
“THAT WASN’T THE END OF IT EITHER!!”
“i don’t know with this one, taehyung. this one’s probably in love with me so she’s chasing me around everywhere.”
????
no
no fucking way
so that’s why you can’t stop crying :((
you felt so ridiculed and belittled
embarrassed is too light of a word by now
you aren’t aware of how much time has passed that the three of you were hanging around in this deck for a balcony, one that you’ve been let into with no question because they knew you three and who you worked for, that both jin and jungkook are coaxing you into bringing you to your respective rooms
four rooms were booked for each of you and as jimin explained prior, it was because you’re all gonna be knackered from this party to the point no one would be in the capacity to drive home
yeah that came in handy now
jungkook accepts your hand that’s holding on to his arm and you know that the both of them are looking at you in pity
u see this roofdeck is one of the many roofdecks in this whole hotel
one that belonged to the floor you all were staying at
jin was just about to push one of the many doors and-
it was too quick
almost too quick but not too slow that you see a giggling jimin and chaeyoung jogging down the hallway that was adjacent to the glass that enclosed this deck
felt as if the whole scene was playing in your head in slow motion
you hATED it
they stopped at one point when chaeyoung was tripping over her heels
and jimin did a natural thing:
to swoop her from her feet and carry her bridal-style as they disappeared from your point of view
…
…..
“maybe they’re just gonna play scrabble!! uh ya let’s not jUMp into conclusions!!”
jungkook breaks the tensioned silence and instead of scolding him, jin just looks up at u to gauge your reaction
you look even more concerning now
because you have no reaction at all
the two of them absolutely don’t know what to say or how they’re gonna cope up with this whole thing and-
“i’m sleepy.”
kook almost jumps up at your voice because that’s the first time he’s heard you speak
jin tries to be as nonchalant as possible as he appeases your desire to completely pretend as if none of this happened and he has his hand on your back as he fishes for the keycards for the three of your rooms in his pocket
“here’s eyedrops, by the way. i have your brand in my other bag, though. do you want it? i could get it for you. hold on let me just-“
he forgot the eyedrops at this point
he’s a lil bit speechless because despite all of that
how come did you manage to still remember his eyedrops and worry about him instead of you who’s had atleast five different mental breakdowns from the last hour alone
you’re still putting other people before you regardless if they’re jimin or not
kinda kills seokjin as you hurriedly go into your room and he can hear u rummage through bags just to give him his preferred brand of eyedrops :((
“are you guys hungry? i brought some snacks so we don’t have to buy it expensively from the minibar. do you-“
ok even this sight is tugging at jungkook’s heartstrings so he basically almost pounces and clamp his hand on your wrist
“no, no. no need, okay? j-just rest, y/n. don’t worry about us.”
so you did
you did rest
and then the day after that
kook was driving all of you home later into the noon when everyone was feeling less of their hangovers
you were only light with that part since there were more happenings into that night that made you sink
the drive back home was off
jin let you sit in the front seat so he could be stuck with jimin in the back because he’s figured that you’ve been through eNOUGH ok
uh jimin didn’t find that weird
what he found weird however was that everyone was a bit silent
yeah jin and kook were still talking to him and trying to keep up conversation but you weren’t
you just had your hands glued to your lap and that was it
he kept looking at the rear view mirror every five seconds to catch your gaze and uH jungkook was ???? what jimin what do u want
did he do something?
because he felt like he did something
u weren’t lingering around him when you all came down to eat at the breakfast buffet
you didn’t even fight him when he stole a waffle from your plate and he was almost ready to give it back because that should be your cue to fight him, right???
he has this particular order of coffee from the hotel you were staying at and now that he thinks about it, it was JIN !!! it was jin who gave it to him and not you!!
you know what
you may just be a bit spaced out because you’re still having a hang-over
:D it’s ok :D
jimin understands :D
even when you all come into the door and the event organizer rings the bell and delivers all the presents that he’s got for the night
and you don’t come down to open it with them
or when tomorrow is an off-day for all of you since he doesn’t have any gig and you come home to your flat and not stay at his house instead
jimin was a bit perplexed at that because you rarely ever came home during your off-days
he doesn’t know what to do with himself now that you came home and
he’s just loitering around the house
what is he supposed to do
:((
the next day? you called in sick
he became more worried then!!! you barely did that and sURE you do get sick a couple of times but with how selfless and dedicated you were, you still worked!!! you put a mask on it and drink your medicine and work!!!
and not that jimin was being selfish because he expected you to still do that
actually he’s all :) because your wellbeing should come first before him and he’s happy that you’re prioritizing that more now and allowing yourself to take a sick leave!!
but he can’t help thinking that you know.,.,.,
what if you weren’t sick and you were just avoiding him :((
he feels it in his GUT
he fends for himself for the day and it’s kinda overwhelming because things without you.,.,,. whew,.,. they r a mess
he realizes more than ever that you do so much and all he does is sit around in comfortable chairs and sip on some juice while doing his job and tHAT WAS IT
fuck jimin and his yearning for u so he just decided to text you the whole day
he gave updates about his day!!
[ i miss my seatmate in this breakfast nook :(( ]
[ hiii!! did you wake up already? jk’s driving me to set now ]
[ do you have a fever btw?? pls text me if you need anything ]
[ y/n!! they have your favorite snacks on the catering table!! hehe i’m bringing home some for you :D ]
[ not unless you have a sore throat then i will totally not feed u them ]
[ just wrapped up my shoot. it was quick ]
[ i saw a labrador in the street today!! ]
[ hi it’s time for dinner and u haven’t replied yet. are you okay?? are you over at the doctor’s?? ]
[ are we okay? ]
jimin went to sleep sad and uneasy that night
he felt really empty and hollow and his first thought was to get up and go to your room and knock on your door and-
oh
that’s right
you aren’t there
.... you aren’t there
he hastily rises from bed and just takes his phone with him and walks the way to your door
it’s exactly how you left it
without any second thoughts, jimin tucks himself to your bed
this eases him wordlessly and lessens the noise in his head
because even if you aren’t here, this does remind him of you because after all this is your room
and he sleeps
then sleeps
and he almost wishes that he should’ve done it continiously because he woke up to kook eating breakfast and when he asked for you, jungkook was just pouting
“oh. y/n didn’t come in yet.”
he didn’t receive a text from you saying that you were about to take another sick leave though
he is seriously deciding to come to your house at this very moment
jimin wants to bury himself in his pillows
but tHEN he hears a car pull up on his driveway and then the front door open and !!!
IT’S YOU!! :D
he is too slow with his reactions because jungkook automatically leaps from his seat and attack you with a hug and jimin’s just standing by the breakfast nook still in shock
://// shouldn’t i be the one doing that :////
“oohMpHgHF hi to you too, koo”
he is still in the background about to intervene because jungkook is giving you too many kisses on the cheek but he already scrambles since he said that he was gonna go fetch jin from the backyard because he’s trying out planting some potatoes and gingers
he finally has you to himself!!
although you walk over to him first than him doing the same so he just smiles and was about to-
“can i talk to you upstairs?”
:O
oh?
oHHHHHH????
jimin may be a tad bit confused but he doesn’t mind and immediately agrees
he thinks it’s because you wanna do something that you don’t want jin and kook seeing??? oh??
he hugs you the moment you lift your foot from the last step and he doesn’t remember the last time he hugged you!! he’s gonna squeeze you to oblivion and-
oh
your fists are in between your bodies while he’s hugging you tightly and that’s when jimin freezes in realization that something really was wrong as he pulled off from you slowly
he least expected that your hands aren’t around him but rather holding a piece of paper for him to take
your letter of resignation
a copy of it, rather
he takes it from your grasp and jimin outright gets chills in his body because this format is oddly familiar to him and god the moment he has his eyes glaze over to the confirming words to what he thought the paper was about in the first place
“what do you mean?”
he skims the paper again and back to your face and you’re not breaking into a smile and
“what do you mean you’re resigning?”
at this point he can’t bring himself to read the paper all over again because jimin can’t wrap his head around it
and most definitely, jimin refuses to accept it
you’ve thought long and hard about this throughout the free hours you had
you didn’t want to be drastic but god did you feel that you had no way out of this whole dilemma
it’s hard to keep up with the troubles in your heart and consciousness if you see the cause for it every single day
jimin completely trampled over you that day :((
every single thing and thought you did and had came back to you in the form of embarrassment and remorse
you are completely willing to quit your job
it wouldn’t be that bad, ya know?? you’re pretty known anyway being park jimin’s PA and job opportunities are probably gonna be bombarding you left and right!! right??
or maybe it would be the complete opposite and you just quit the greatest job you could ever have in your whole lifetime
you took this up to mr. and mrs. park’s personal assistant because after all, they were the ones who hired you and are paying you, not jimin
“greener pastures, mr. park.”
by now is jimin completely panicking
completely losing his mind and he’s starting to sputter and pace around little by little
“is this about the pay?? i-i can double what my parents give you monthly.”
did he-
did he just-
he’s striking point after point in the notepad in your mind and fuck u might actually cry with how you’re in so much disbelief
it’s not about the money at all!!!
it’s to what he did and how insensitive he became and how he doesn’t even think it’s worth apologizing for because at the moment, jimin thinks it’s about money!!!
money and material and not emotions and feelings!!
“jimin you are fucking insufferable.”
his mouth goes dry at that
you’re looking at him with so much evident hurt that he felt like crumbling on the spot and he so badly wants to know what he’s done
“why are you like this, jimin?? i don’t get to how you could be attached to me and sLEEP beside me in my bed and the moment you’re in your own rICH bubble with your rich as hell friends you’re immediately repulsed!!! it’s like you don’t even know me!!”
“a-and hOW you still didn’t stop berating me in front of taehyung and hoseok!! you completely made me a fool out of me just to appease them and you think that’s normal?? you tHINK it shouldn’t be worth apologizing for!!”
“y/n, you don’t get it, okay? i had to-”
“jimin you just can’t say you loaf -- you can’t say that you LOVE me after you get your damn wisdom teeth pulled! i don’t even know if you remember saying that but gOD i can’t stand it anymore! i can’t stand the fact that i love you and i think you love me and the next second that i feel we’re gonna be something more, you go with chaeyoung!! you take her to your hotel room and you cARRY her in your arms as if you don’t come to me crying when you’re sad! o-or as if you didn’t say that you love me and i-”
you are so heated
sO beyond heated :((
you had no parking words in mind and god you’re pretty sure you’re already tearing up by now aND fuck jungkook and jin could never be more confused to have you hurriedly bumping to them in your dash out the door
jimin has never felt this way
he never did
he probably never will with any other person
:((
you’ve found a new job!! :D
you gave yourself a week of doing absolutely nothing and also since you were avoiding the fact that what if you can’t find any other job that came close this
you landed on the first try though hehe
it was to be a personal assistant to min yoongi!!
yoongi who’s this top-notch model and renowned aLLLL over the fashion industry and has broken the internet many times with how powerful he is aha
he has a secret
one that he’s made you sign a non-disclosure agreement for
he’s actually producer suga and has been behind cOUNTLESS bops and no one even knew who he really is and that made the hype for him even tenfold
although he may have another secret you jUST can’t place it yet
“u know what mr. min i think u may have been a rapper in your past life”
“....... what makes you..... w-what makes you say that”
that was one of the first ever things you’ve said to him upon hiring you and he instantly knew that you were gonna click with him
he lets you call him yoongi!! or whatever nickname you could think of as long as it doesn’t sUCK
yoongi only has you, a PA, as secondary help
anything else, he does it himself
his schedule’s less damnding than j*min’s and he was generally more lax even if aha he is one of the most in-demand people as min yoongi the model and suga the producer and [ insert name ] for [ field u think he dabbles in but aren’t sure of ]
you aren’t a live-in PA for him
most days he calls you over at 8 am and a little early than what his calltime is
if he doesn’t need u, he just sends you home because he’s cool like that :D
you answer some e-mails and forward him the most important ones!!
you come with him mostly whenever he shops for groceries and yeah he likes having u around because u dO know your stuff
and u make some suggestions on what he should cook for dinner because he’s running out of ideas and when u recommend something you thought of at the top of your head (even tho it might be a lil stoopid), yoongi goes.,,.,,
“.. hmm. i didn’t think of that....”
meanwhile
jin and jungkook have been texting you updates about jimin
they were very :(( about your decision but ok,,, it’s cool they guess,,, this would be better for you,,, probably,,,,,
they miss you so much :((
you’ve agreed to allot about 98% of your time with them aS LONG AS you spend them outside and not within the threshold of jimin’s property
they instantly agreed to that aha :D
[ day two: no one is allowed to sit on your seat and jin-hyung almost sat on it and jimin almost bawled to his cereal ]
[ day four: everything is a mess and i sWEAR i saw u as jimin’s lockscreen ]
[ day five: the new PA is here and idk whether jimin’s gonna choke him or not i rlly can’t tell ]
kim namjoon!!
he’s the new PA as to what jin and kook gossip to you
namjoon feels so foreign to jimin he actually can’t take it
the systems aren’t the same!!
namjoon is organized to the point that he just pops out exactly ten minutes before a certain doing and isn’t hanging around with jimin that much
although when he does linger around jimin, jimin gets iRRITATED
he is so composed!! prim and proper and he hates it ok
namjoon doesn’t joke with him
one time jimin accidentally tripped on his feet and he would’ve giggled too if namjoon did but this guy.,.,,. this guy literally just deadpanned
“you should probably double-tie your shoelaces, mr. park.”
inhal exhale inhALE eXHALE IN-
this guy!!! tHIS guy!!! yA he is getting on his nerves
he’s too great at his job and it’s not that you aren’t great at it too
in fact u were excellent
but this namjoon guy is just tOO namjoon for his own sake that jimin’s making his name an adjective and a verb at this point
he’s probably gonna come around to him at some point
maybe so much so that he’ll let him drop off the mr. park title
it’s been a little over three weeks ever since you left
and that bit of time has been the saddest and emptiest he’s been in record time of his life
he’s never faltered in trying to reach out :((
he still texts you daily and tries out calling you once every night when he knows you’re about to sleep
he hasn’t heard from you in awhile and whenever he asks either jin or kook, they just shrug as if they’re clueless
news has come out that basically speculated you not being his PA anymore after he was spotted out several times that you weren’t there with him
he was pouting when he read those rumors that APPARENTLY you were seen out and about with this min yoongi and ur being linked as a girlfriend
he refuses to believe that
no jimin will never believe that :D
rumors are just rumors and besides maybe you were just being a social butterfly and u suddenly bUMPED to world-renowned min yoongi in the street and you were just walking beside each other at the same pace while coincidentially looking at him and making it seem that you were talking but actually not :)
park jimin refuses to be replaced by min yoongi :((
although it doesn’t help, really
doesn’t help when he learns that wait
hold on he needs to emphasize
MIN YOONGI IS INCLUDED IN THIS JOINT MODEL SHOOT HE’S ALSO IN
aha fate surely isn’t in his side
the most he’s cared about is that taehyung and hoseok were included in this shoot and although he’s not exactly too keen with them ever since the mr. park incident, he’s albeit a little thankful that there’s some sense of familiarity in this whole shoot
the shoot was for a very high-class watch brand and it’s to be done in both solos and some pairs and groups to stress enough that this is high-class ok
sure he still has his cool knowing that this yoongi is here although he can’t help but to feel a little bit intimidated
jungkook and namjoon are here with him so yeah it’s like cool
jimin’s in one of the chairs in the massive communal prep room to get his hair and make-up done and oNE chair away from him is yoongi
god look at how he looks so lax scrolling on his phone while jimin keeps looking at him slyly every ten seconds
“mr. min and mr. park? the both of you are up.”
gr8 the two of them are paired up!!
yoongi catches jimin’s gaze and sends him a lil smile as he hops down from his chair
ok this yoongi guy is really polite it’s actually annoying because that gives him more reason to unlike him
yoongi stops by his chair and it’s oHHHHHH he’s waiting for jimin to hop out of his too so the both of them could go to set together
“hey man nice to meet you! i’m yoongi :]”
“aHA oHhHh so you’re yoongi! i’m jimin. nice to meet you too.”
oh damn he feels like crying
they shake hands for a bit and even pulls him in for a side bro hug and wait yoongi smells like cologne? damn
you see
yoongi knows about jimin too :))
you don’t know what it is with yoongi but you swear he’s immediately crawled himself to your heart just by a couple questions that weren’t invasive at all and then you’re suddenly opening up to him about the whole thing with jimin!!
this was at the fifth day mark when he decided to ask you and then suddenly it’s your boss who’s patting your back and saying words of enlightenment to you
and he brought you into this shoot :D
yoongi hasn’t made it known to you yet that uh jimin is here tho
all you know is that yoongi has his shoot here and that’s enough information for you to know as a PA
look at him!! all dressed-up snazzily with a watch more expensive than your life
you found it adorable that yoongi can sometimes just be so stoic but when it comes to shoots like these he gets very in the zone
if the director needs yoongi to be giggly and bubbly? he will be on with it
if the director needs yoongi to look both intimidating yet somehow a lil bit approachable like right now?? he will SERVE
yoongi was put on first for a solo and jimin was just called to prepare because they’re gonna do the pair shoot right after
jimin’s sitting down on a chair yet again as he watches yoongi work that watch :((
he’s not wearing his yet because it’s really expensive and although insured and it’s for a shoot and they’re gonna get some goodies from the brand anyway and it may be the watch they’re modelling, nobody wants him to trip and have it scratched
“yoongs can i have that?”
yoongi’s sat down on the nearest makeup chair for a touch-up and you can clearly see the key makeup artist that’s set on a hUUUUGE bag that’s opened midway and omg those are really good ones :((
he bows slightly at that and waits for her to leave so he could open the bag without seeming rude hehe
that is the SAME foundation you’ve been eyeing for awhile and have been seeing rave reviews about and u r pretty sure that is your shade
you sQUEAK
“yoongs can i have that?”
“lemme borrow your powerbank and it’s a deal.”
you love this
you are really loving this deal to the point u are already scrambling to go back to your tote bag on that stool that was provided for you
“yoongs can i have that?”
jimin freezes at that the moment his ears picked those words up
it’s too familiar and it’s something he’s missed so dearly and-
that’s you!!
jimin’s already scrambling to his feet and his own chair almost breaks at that but he doesn’t care because this is you!! this is you that he’s talking about and he’s not gonna waste any more chances that he has left
“okay! right on cue, mr. park! it’s time for your shoot with mr. min.”
he gets scurried over to the actual set and he keeps wriggling out because you’ll always be more important than any other thing
“no no you don’t understand!! it’s just that-”
“yOONGIIIIII here’s the powerbank i-”
oh
you didn’t expect that at all
that’s jimin standing next to yoongi who is equally as frozen as you
and even yoongi has his mouth parted open slightly as he watches this interaction unfold
that’s cool
that’s nice
that’s fire
neither of you move and it’s the shutter of the camera that brings everyone out of the trance
you are just gonna.,.,,, stand at your place
jimin is just gonna.,.,.,. model this watch
yoongi is just gonna.,.,, stay as a rock throughout this whole ordeal as he’s gonna feel out whether he should tease you about this later on or not
now that he’s seeing you in the flesh, he doesn’t know what to do at all
he’s thought of this for so long that now the opportunity is present, he doesn’t know at all on how to enact
he has a lot of things in his mind ok
first of all, he settles that he doesn’t have any pride and he doesn’t mind at this point because again, it is you
second, you don’t even need to ask him if you can have something like what you’re doing with yoongi now!!!
third, he is trembling
jimin’s doing this “pretending to unbutton my cuffs and therefore highlight my watch” pose to try and stable his hand for one bit
yoongi leans one elbow to jimin’s shoulder and they both do this smoulder thing
he is talking through his teeth in desperation because the director said for them to try out some smiles ya know
“yoongi please tell me you’re not dating y/n and if you are i respect that but pls know that i will nOT stop at anything to take her away from you”
:D
“lol i enjoy her company and we aren’t dating but she, however, is mY personal assistant”
:D
that’s a big thorn out of his chest but it’s still somehow a dilemma because although you’re still a PA, it’s just not for him :((
and finally the shoot wraps and jimin is scurrying the moment it was called out that they’re done
the first thing u do is scurry behind yoongi and hand him his tissues from behind and god he is the one adjusting
yoongi is getting caught in the middle of the two of you and he doesn’t know if he’s happy being in the literal center of attention or annoyed because you’re using him as a human shield without even being sly about it
“y/n, please. just give me-”
he is getting jostled in the middle and he’s even more intimidating than
jimin when he gets all shaken around
“yA YA YA STOP IT!!”
he has only met jimin once and he already knows enough that he’s a handful
he’s eVEN playing mediator at this one
yoongi sighs as he reaches his verdict and pulls you by your arm because you’re behind him and just carefully, he leans down to whisper by your ear and makes sURE to look at jimin because lmao he deserved that
“five minutes. i’m giving you five minutes that you can spend before you go out to the garage and it’s up to yOU on how and with whom you’re gonna spend those five minutes with.”
damn
yoongi’s already leaving you with no choice and he even yanks out the tote bag in your shoulder but not before fishing out his hydroflask that you bought him as he takes a hefty sip and even gets to wave at you and wink at jimin
jimin is in disbelief goddamn how dARE this yoongi :O
why does he have his own hydroflask
why does he
that’s a y/n and jimin thing!! not a y/n and yoongi thing!!
the most you do is let jimin guide you to atleast a private place because
you don’t want to be dragged in to rumors by staff members who could tattle on what they see
you’re so antsy with this and jimin is beyond nervous
fuck ok how does he do this
“y/n, i-...”
“jimin, i can’t talk to you.”
oh okay he gets shot down before he could get a sentence in
his eyes immediately bulge as he tries to appeal but not before you interrupt him again
“.. right now.”
he may or may not have hope here
you can’t avoid jimin forever and as much as you want to hear his voice, you really can’t because not only are you not ready, but also because-
“yoongi has another shoot today, and i have to go.”jimin’s eyes gloss at
that and a whine bubbles in his throat because who knows when and where he’s gonna see you again and if you’d even let him to
he’s trying to paw at you and take a step closer but you’re already walking away
:((
jimin knows more than better now the gravity of what he’s done to you and how stupid and how much of an asshole he was on his part
knows more than better that he indeed loves you and that he shouldn’t give up no matter how much you turn him down
he misses you so much these days
he projects your face to namjoon’s body in his mind and that’s good
enough for him to not be irked
he’s unknowingly picked up all your mannerisms and he hasn’t even noticed
god does he miss you so much :((
misses you so much that he’s found himself driving to that ramen place with the intention of eating what he should’ve eaten when you took him there
yes he’s gonna wallow in self-loathing later on because he’s gonna reminisce about what he did and what happened here the last time but it’s worth it he thinks :D
what he didn’t expect however was to see it more packed than usual and isn’t that --
jungkook?? and jin??
seokjin is outright choking on his dumplings and jungkook is giggling with the boiled egg in his mouth as he repeatedly pUNCHES his back and truthfully he doesn’t know if it would help but eh it’s the thought that counts
jin is on his break which is why he doesn’t feel pressured at all, but what he does have pressure for is elbowing jungkook to look up at jimin and this time he chokes on his boiled egg
“jungkook.,.,., you said that you were gonna take a leave,.,,,. because you had an important family business to attend to.,.,.”
“ʸᵉˢ ʲᶦᵐᶦⁿ⁻ʰʸᵘⁿᵍ.,.,,. this is an important family business.,.,,.,”
...
this guy
god tHIS guy he swears..,.,,
before he could even wack jungkook in the head, he gets interrupted once more and this time it’s a welcome interruption and not just the sounds of jungkook choking on iced tea this time
“i got more dumplings!!! seojoon gave us more soup!!! oKAY OKAY make some room-”
“jimin?”
you might as well get bonked in the head now
seojoon’s place is closing down and this is the last time you’d ever get to eat meals here :((
it’s the reason to why you and jin and kook decided to assemble as quICK as seojoon made a groupchat for the four of you to deliver the news :(((
he’s moving to another place to open a bigger and better that ramen place there but he can’t keep up two of them at the moment so he’s decided to let go :((
it’s the reason to why you certainly aren’t gonna leave, noah fence, just because of jimin
this closing is just on par with his presence
jin and kook are just now realizing the dilemma and they swear they’re gonna choke on tempura with how they’re both in anticipation and curiosity as to what would happen
jin’s letting you sit beside him now but later he’s gonna push you to jimin at full-speed if the both of you don’t talk it out now
“as long as your food isn’t finished — i-i get to talk and hopefully you listen.”
:(
...
“okay.”
the booth...
the booth isn’t all that spacious
jin and jungkook are clearly not reading the room and if they were, they’re pretending not to because they aren’t gonna sacrifice seojoon’s last dishes that they’re gonna taste for the time being just so the both of you could make up lol
ok think think tHINK
that’s it!!
jimin’s pulling out his phone and is calling you and he’s throwing you a thumbs-up before he scrambles outside
it’s really cold outside and his hoodie just isn’t cutting it but it’s whatever :)) it’s you
“i didn’t remember saying that i loved you.”
ok that is qUITE the intro and now you’re the one who’s choking on your ramen
“and i hate that i don’t remember it because of the anesthesia; but believe me when i say that i do love you -- under anesthesia or not.”
“i’m truly truly sorry that i treated you so badly in front of taehyung and hoseok. i, uh, i was too prideful when i was with them and i felt like i always need to prove myself to them and y’know what?? i don’t need to prove myself to them!! a-and y’know what? i told them off! and i told them about how we are and how one’s disposition shouldn’t be the determining factor on how they treat people!!”
jimin kinda looks like a madman with how there’s so much passion in his voice and how he even has accompanying gestures even if you aren’t outside to witness it personally
“they apologized and i told them that they need to apologize to you a-and just give me a date and a time if you’re ready to hear them out bUT you know??? this isn’t about them for the meantime it’s about me apologizing!!”
“i want you to know a-and y/n please i swear on everything, chaeyoung and i -- nothing happened. she was drunk and she wanted me and i politely told her no!! countless of times!! she was starting to make a scene so i just agreed to take her upstairs to my room bUT it’s to lock her there!! oKAY i know that doesn’t sound very nice but-”
“i kept telling her about you and how i do love you but she kept clinging on and forcing herself on me!! a-and i was about to call kook but i didn’t see him so i called hotel security and i didn’t see you too and thEN right after i completely cut ties with her!!”
“i get it if -- i get it if you don’t want to forgive me though because i’ve hurt you so badly and i have to suck it up nonetheless but i need you to know that i love you a-and i’ve never loved someone eVER this much before and i’ve never been so sure.”
...
...
“come inside, jimin. eat dinner with me.”
:D
there’s a learning curve that both of you have to go through
you’ve made it very clear that you aren’t gonna quit as yoongi’s PA with much frowns from jimin but aight ok he’s gonna try and understand because you do love working with yoongi and with his schedule, you aren’t chained to work almost 24/7
namjoon and jimin are slowly but surely warming up to each other as you dropped by briefly when it was your off-day and you instantly hit it off with him
jimin’s huffy because you are really something else and he doesn’t come close
he really kills it with apologizing and changing for the better!!
likes to spoil you with gifts all of a sudden and you always point out to him that they r very unnecessary and he kNOWS that but he just wants to shower you with things and his love that’s all :)
he makes it up beyond words and beyond actions and for a fact he is also proud of himself like you are with him because it’s rare!! that someone of his status would strip his pride just to have someone’s full forgiveness
jimin however never stops being whiny and needy aha
like to how he has his hands covering your eyes and you keep asking him on wHAT he’s doing and where he’s taking you and at one point, he keeps one hand on both your eyes and one covering your mouth and that earns him a lick and he isn’t even bOTHERED
“okay okAY calm down jagi we’re here!!!!”
“one.”
“jimin if this is a horror movie i will really replace you with yoongi”
“nO and two.”
“fuck this is really making me nervous omg i think i need to pee oh my g od jimin pls i-“
“three.”
wait
this is-
“that ramen place. this is now your ramen place. our ramen place, if you want.”
oh my god
oH MY GOD
you see
jimin’s been talking back and forth with seojoon
unbeknownst to you, he’s been helping with all this process of seojoon opening up his new ramen place in the city proper and it’s all expensive and kinda tricky
without even doubting, jimin’s paid for most of his requirements and needs overnight and seojoon was like yOU BARELY EVEN KNOW ME
and jimin explained that it was because easily the best meal he’s ever had in his life and even better than those restaurants he goes to and seojoon was aha :D really :D
and then jimin casually slid in the conversation about that ramen place that seojoon decided to close down and one thing led to another and here it is
again :D
seojoon’s entrusted that place to jimin and he’s his first official shareholder (and probably the only one he’s ever gonna have bc he trusts no one else besides jimin because no one else is probably as genuine as him) and this could be considered as a franchise!!!
the permits are all taken care of and the head chef seojoon’s gonna be trusting and jimin’s thinking of? seokjin :D although he’s gonna propose the offer later (spoiler alert: jin cried and said yES)
the spot is all empty and it’s nothing that some furniture and flooring and jimin’s wallet can’t fix
but it is this
jimin’s too busy explaining the process that he doesn’t notice you being absolutely awed and even cRYING :(((
before he knows it, you are actively leaping at him and he easily catches you as he hooks his hands under your bum to secure you into place
jimin’s on the receiving end of a rather desperate deep kiss and he giggles to how you even won’t let go of him and how your grip tightens even more
“i love you.”
he is all so loved up right now that he feels like he’s gonna cry and moan at the same time as he returns the favor of nipping at your bottom lip
“i love you too.”
your fingers are most definitely getting tangled in his hair and when you and jimin practically shudders when you give it a little tug
“if buying restaurants is what it takes for me to taste your kisses and then pOSSIBLY get laid then fucking hell i’m gonna buy you one everyday
bELIEVE ME”
“you’re insufferable”
hehe
“i know :))”
jimin’s letting you catch your breath for the meantime, his hands still securing you against him as he peppers kisses to your cheek very eagerly
“especially spoiled for you though.”
#feedback pls and thank u aha :D i spent so much time and brain juice on this one#jimin#park jimin#jimin imagine#jimin imagines#jimin oneshot#jimin oneshots#park jimin imagine#park jimin imagines#jimin angst#jimin fluff#jimin fic recs#jimin fic rec#jimin fics#bts jimin imagine
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helloo so i did this today bc i probably would’ve procrastinated if i left this for tmr but i really wanted to write this bc i love the idea of it alot so yes here goes (yes i ended up writing half then procrastinating again but its done now so yay)
also the idea of this goes to this post by @flufflepuffle296
⚠️TW: Mentions of murder
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Marinette stared blankly at the airport she had just reached. Her class had gone on a trip to New York City, where Lila had oh-so-humbly bragged about all the famous people she knew here.
Lila had gotten Max to tamper with her alarm, setting it to go off a few hours late, at 5.30am instead of the 2am alarm she’d set it to, especially since their flight was at 6 in the morning.
Marinette had gotten to her hotel room late because everyone hadn’t bothered to get their own luggage to the car, and Marinette was reprimanded for not ‘helping her classmates bring their bags on to the bus’, especially because of Lila’s ‘sprained wrist’.
She had then been forced to carry all 30 luggages and carry-ons onto the bus by herself. Thankfully, the bus driver, who was staying at the same hotel as them for convenience had noticed her trouble when she’d tripped while carrying Lila’s huge baggage.
Lila had convinced the rest of the class not to bring suitcases that could be wheeled for no good reason, and everyone had brought large duffel bags, apart from Adrien, to which Marinette was very grateful for, even if the blonde boy was still bending to Lila’s whims.
Marinette had never appreciated lifting flour bags in the bakery more.
It had taken over two hours to get al the bags on the bus, especially since her class was stupid enough, or maybe they did it on purpose, and forgot stuff in their room, which they would then come down carrying, and forcing Marinette to unpack all the bags she’d piled on top of one another so they could put their item inside.
Marinette almost screamed when Max came down for the eighth time, carrying a stupid battery that could’ve easily fit into his pocket or Markov’s tail compartment.
Marinette was no exception and her stuff was on the plane, which was now on its way back to Paris-- without her.
She probably would’ve been more mad if she’d hadn’t seen it coming, and prepared a small backpack with her, with her phone, wallet, the binder she used to plan the class trip, a bag of cookies for Tikki, the box of power-up macarons, a jar of sugarcubes for Kaalki, and a spare change of clothes.
Tikki and Kaalki were safely hidden within the pouch Marinette had at her hip, which she was eternally grateful for. The Miracle Box was hidden in Ladybug’s yoyo, which was convenient for the girl so people wouldn’t steal it.
She let out a small groan in frustration until a hand gripped her shoulder. Panicking slightly, Marinette reared back her fist and clocked her attacker in the nose.
He yelped and staggered back as the lady with him looked slightly shocked. The lady faced Marinette, who was still on the defensive, but relaxed slightly when in the scuffle, the man’s badge fell out of his pocket, showing the golden unmistakable symbol of the NYPD.
‘Oh my gods, I am so sorry!’ Marinette helped the man up blushing slightly and panicking because she’d just punched a police officer in the face.
Marinette was very grateful she spoke fluent English.
He just groaned and with the help of Marinette and the lady, he stood up, clutching his bruised nose.
She introduced herself as Nette, because even if he was the police, she didn’t really want to give her name out to someone she punched in the face. You know, so she could run away, maybe Jagged would let her stay at his old apartment in Gotham--
She snapped out of her stupor as the lady tapped her on the shoulder cautiously and introduced herself as Amy Santiago and the man Jake Peralta.
‘What are you doing here, all by yourself? You can’t be more than 16.’
Frowning, Nette evaded the topic slightly and said she was here on a class trip, but she missed her flight back. The police officer looked disapproving until she noticed the binder peeking out of Marinette’s bag.
Her expression gave way to a happy delight as she plucked the binder out of her bag, gushing about how neat it was, how she used the correct fonts to emphasise everything, and she squealed when she saw the itinerary inside of it.
‘I am so sorry for her, she’s a bit of a nerd and she loves binders.’ Jake waved his hand side to side, making a tsk sound. Marinette could tell they were either dating or married, from the way he looked at her.
‘Why don’t you come with us to the police station? It’s about a 5 minute drive away, and we’re heading back anyway. We just had to drop my sister off.’ He explained, and Amy winced at the mentioned of Jake’s sister.
Huh, wonder why.
Marinette, still slightly wary but followed the couple to their car. He was a legitimate officer, and besides it wasn’t like she had anything to lose.
She clambered into the backseat and Tikki nudged her from the purse, a small show of support and a way of saying “i’m here for you”. She pressed her hand against the purse in response, listening to the somehow comforting banter between Jake and Amy.
When they arrived at the precinct, Marinette fidgeted in the lift, slightly nervous. Paris’ police department wasn’t the most friendly, and she was not welcomed there, since apparently Sabrina had complained to her father about Marinette.
When the lift doors opened with a small ding, Marinette clutched the string of her purse tightly, led around by Amy’s comforting hand o her shoulder. As she sat down in the seat Amy asked her to, facing Amy and away from the pigsty that was Jake’s desk holy shit were those rats?
Marinette placed her bag on the ground, making sure to keep it away from Jake’s crumbs.
She looked around her, taking in her surroundings before facing Amy who had a clipboard in hand, ready to write down her statement or Mlle. Bustier’s number she didn’t know.
She looked past Amy and her eyes widened when she noticed a familiar someone in the office behind Amy. She gasped, and somehow he winced totally not hearing it from a bug in Peralta’s desk and looked up.
His eyes widened and he strode out of the office, the door opening with a small bang which made Marinette raise her eyebrow.
Amy looked confused and turned around but shot to her feet when the captain stood behind her. He was not paying attention to his detective at all, staring at Marinette like he was seeing a ghost.
‘Uh, Captain? You look like your favorite detective just died, which he didn’t I’m right here, what’s up with the look?’
He ignored Peralta and started speaking in french, which Mari reciprocated.
‘Marinette? Is that you?’
‘Yep. Your detectives picked me up at the airport when I missed my plane back to Paris.’
‘I’m going to call Kevin.’
He switched back to English, looking to Jake and a rather dumpy looking man. ‘Boyle, do you remember when I told you I shared a croque monsieur with Kevin in France? And I made one for Kevin?’
The dumpy man, Boyle, nodded.
‘Guess who gave me the recipe?’ Raymond Holt smirked, pressing send on his phone. Marinette could make out a ‘Dear Kevin, Marinette is at the precinct. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.’
Dumpy man looked slightly awestruck.
She looked at him and deadpanned. ‘Still type like an old man?’
He smirked back, much to the dumpy man, Jake and Amy’s shock. ‘Still after model boy, Marinette Agreste?’
Marinette winced. ‘Consider me divorced.’
Holt looked slightly concerned. When he had gone to Paris with Kevin maybe a year or so back, the bluenette had blushed over the blonde model Adrien Agreste, her wishing that she’d have a relationship with the boy as successful as Raymond and Kevin’s.
The elevator dinged once more before he could question the girl that was so much like a daughter to him. Marinette noticed that two more people, a woman in all black that had a dagger in her boot and a katana strapped to her leg in a discreet way --badass, she noted-- and a buff man in suspenders that made Marinette want to gouge her eyes out.
Before she could rip into him, she was attacked by a blur of plaid and ginger. It was Kevin! The girl hugged the man fiercely and him likewise.
She socked him in the stomach as soon as he let go.
‘That’s for not telling me you were leaving Paris.’ She glared at the man as he doubled over.
Badass lady smirked and whispered to Buff Suspenders. ‘I like her.’ Not that Mari couldn’t hear of course.
‘Thank you, Badass Lady.’ The lady in question looked mildly flattered. ‘My name’s Rosa, pinky.’
‘My name’s Nette!’ She chirped, the badass aura lessening slightly. ‘I like your dagger! Can you teach me how to throw one?’
Amy looked rather puzzled. There was no visible weapon on Rosa. ‘What--’
Rosa was staring at the bluenette with shock and newfound respect. Rosa reached into her boot and drew out her dagger, and it glinted in the light.
‘How’d you know it was there?’ The dagger was small enough so that while it fit snugly in her palm, the blade was still long and sharp enough to cause bodily damage. It was small enough so that it couldn’t be seen petruding out from her boot.
Marinette just smiled and shrugged, wiggling her fingers.
‘Magic.’
Marinette eyed Rosa’s pant leg that held her katana.
Rosa looked very impressed by the petite girl.
Suddenly, a groan came from behind them, and whipping around, Marinette could see two men, foodies probably, gorging themselves on Tikki’s cookies.
‘Woah woah woah, my cookies are off limits!’ One of them, the shorter one, scoffed.
‘Like you can finish this much food anyway.’ Marinette raised an eyebrow and the other man glared at the bluenette, and the two men waddled over to a room.
Marinette followed and when she entered, she could see different types of chips, cookies, cakes laid out on the table. Jake let out a low whistle.
The two men were already seated there, napkins tied around their necks as a sure sign that they were going to eat.
Mari plopped herself on the chair opposite them and the taller man, looked at Marinette disbelievingly. No way that tiny girl could eat more than him and Hitchcock.
She took it as a silent challenge and waited a few seconds before starting to eat. The squad looked shocked at the fact that not only was the girl not vomiting from eating so fast, she was keeping up with Hitchcock and Scully.
The two had evidently noticed this as well, and shovelled more food in their mouth, causing cream and icing to drip everywhere. Their napkins, clothes and the chair.
But Marinette was still eating calmly, although her jaw was working at a furious pace. However, not one thing spilled anywhere which made Dumpy Man and Buff Suspenders look thankful, muttering something about a Marge.
But by the end of the race, contest, whatever, it was evident that it was a tie. While Hitchcock and Scully had eaten more food, Marinette had not made any messes at all. Plus, Marinette was only one person, while Hitchcock and Scully were two.
Needless to say, by the end of the day everyone had grown fond of the girl who could kick everyone’s asses and still look like a ball of sunshine.
She had ripped into Buff’s stupid suspenders, and he had been insulted until Marinette used the old sewing machine in Holt’s office that he had marched into the break room because he knew firsthand how amazing Marinette was at designing (Kevin had also been on the receiving end of her fashion administrations and it was not pleasant, although the end product was)
She fixed Terry’s suspenders, making the colors match for kwamis’ sake, and he had been very proud and paraded around the whole of the precinct.
Gina, who had just come back from the bathroom where she was totally not watching monkeys walk into an invisible wall had noticed Terry’s new suspenders and walked to the break room, and looking at the bluenette sew, fixing Charles’ tie because “yellow does not go with light orange what the hell were you thinking, dumpy”.
Gina asked Marinette if she wanted to be a fashion designer, because she definitely had the talent, and Mari smiled, saying that she was already one, but she went under an anonymous alias.
‘Ooh, we do love a good mystery. What’s your alias? Maybe I’ll commission a piece from you, I’ve been telling Charles to burn that horrible yellow tie for ages.’
‘My brand’s called MDC.’
She said this with the most innocent face she could as everyone around her freaked out that this barely 16 year old girl was one of the most up and rising designers, beating Gabriel Agreste in sales.
Even Jake knew who MDC was, but that was mostly because MDC was Jagged Stone’s personal designer. (He did freak out when Gina told him that MDC designed Jagged’s album covers from Rock Giant onwards)
Gina spent half an hour coaching Marinette on how to strut down the runway “like Catwoman slinking off into the night like the sexy queen she is”. Turns out, Marinette was a natural. (‘You need to work on that blushing though.’)
Eventually night fell and Marinette didn’t have anywhere to stay. Everyone offered their homes, even Rosa.
She eventually decided to go with Terry because why not, and she also wanted to fix the rest of his suspenders and maybe make him a suit that wouldn’t tear when he moved.
Turns out, Sharon took to Mari immediately, Cagney and Lace even more so. Marinette had loads of experience babysitting, she babysitted terrors on a weekly basis, ahem Manon, Ella, Etta, Chris, and so Cagney and Lacey were bascially nothing.
She loved the two and they loved her too, saying that “Mimi” was definitely the best babysitter they’d had, and Sharon and Terry agreed after seeing how easily the three got along. Marinette knew what made them tick, what made them tired and what made them happy, and nothing got past her.
When Lacey tried to steal cookies, Marinette was there, booping the girl on the nose and handing her one and telling her that she would’ve given them one if they had asked, but since they didn’t, only one cookie for the night.
That had the two of them sharp at attention and they went to sleep without a fuss for once, Sharon and Terry cried at the peaceful silence they hadn’t had in almost a decade.
Rosa taught Marinette to throw knives, which was kind of the same as a yoyo, just with more force necessary and a different angle of throwing. Marinette, using her cool guardian voodoo, summoned an undetectable dagger, that couldn’t be detected by metal detectors.
‘Why do you have this?’
‘...Why not?’
‘...Fair enough.’
Dumpy Man, also known as Charles, had taken to Marinette almost immediately, firstly because of the brilliant croque monsieur, and secondly because of the amazing paella recipe she shared with him.
Nikolaj had declared Marinette his ‘big sister Arin’ after trying one mouth of the paella and saw the girl talk back to his dad. Genevieve loved Marinette, who had made her a new scarf as soon as she noticed the drabby scarf that she was wearing.
Amy loved that Mari could keep up with her puzzles and riddles. The bluenette was amazingly clever and even gave Amy ideas on making a new binder. Jake loved that the girl was the MDC and even more so when he saw how well Amy and Mari got along.
Jake, Amy, Kevin and Holt got into a fight on who should have custody of Mari while she was here. (She ended up alternating the days she stayed with everyone in the squad.)
Marinette had ended up bonding with Hitchcock and Scully the most, forcing the two to clean their desks, goddamnit, and Hitchcock happened to be a big fan of Clara Nightingale, who was one of Mari’s closest friends and clients.
The fact that Scully spoke French, Hitchcock loved French pastries and Marinette living in a bakery helped matter loads too.
Eventually, the fact that Marinette was Ladybug became the squad’s most closely guarded secret. She’d gotten caught because Holt was a nosy parent and decided to pry into Marinette’s purse and conveniently found a cookie nibbling Tikki and a haughty looking Kaalki.
Jake had fangirled big time when Ladybug, looking rather grumpy, swung in and smacked the baddie on the head with her yoyo, hard enough that he’d go unconscious. Turns out, Ladybug was a very popular figure in New York.
After about a week in New York, Mari finally had to leave for Paris again. She was dreading it because of what lies Lila probably spun into making everything Mari’s fault, which made the girl dissolve into a small panic attack, and Rosa, Terry, Kevin, Amy, Jake and Gina wanted to commit cold blooded murder to the people that made this girl as sad as she was when she deserved the whole world.
Holt was very tempted to let them.
The squad and Kevin took a week of leave and followed Mari back to Paris, escorting her all the way to her classroom. Mr. Damocles had tried to stop them but a glare from Rosa and the sight of Terry’s muscles made him squeak and back away.
They could all hear the false tales pouring out of Lila’s mouth as soon as they reached the outside of the classroom.
‘Mlle. Bustier, surely Marinette will be punished for skiving off school and playing truant?’
They could hear Mlle. Bustier’s voice dripping with disappointment. ‘Rest assured, Lila, she will be punished accordingly.’
This made Amy extremely mad, hearing them talk so crudely about the girl she cared for very much, and she slammed the door open. The class jumped at the sound of the door hitting the wall, and Mlle. Bustier winced when Holt’s deadly glare looked her straight in the face.
It was then that the class noticed Marinette, who was feeling afraid and hiding behind Charles and Jake.
Max shot up to his feet when his eyes landed on Kevin. That was the Kevin Cozner, one of the most famous and respected teachers known to all of humanity.
Said Kevin had both hands on Marinette’s shoulders, pinning Max with a stare that made the boy’s feet turn stiff and he sat back down.
Murmurs and yells broke out in the classroom and Mlle. Bustier internally sighed at the trouble Marinette was causing. Really, if the girl didn’t skip school and cause a dramatic entrance, she would have been going through the lesson and maybe even getting a promotion, considering Kevin Cozner was here.
She mentally groaned and composed herself, wrenching Marinette out of Kevin’s grip and dragging her to the front of the classroom, where she proceeded to berate the girl loudly for skipping school for a week and causing an unnecessary scene in school.
Instead of looking frustrated or upset and cowing like the teacher though Marinette would be, Marinette only smiled coolly at the teacher. Amy strode forwards, plopping a stack of papers in the hands of the teacher before turning to Marinette and checking her arm, which now had purple bruises standing out in contrast to her pale skin.
Charles looked furious, and when Mlle. Bustier spluttered upon looking at the papers, which in bold, had the words ‘Sued’ on them, he took great pleasure in saying loudly, “You just got served, Caline Bustier.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but then seemed to remember her students’ presences, and those students were currently looking at the exchange between the foreigners and their teacher with rapt attention.
Mlle. Bustier smiled nervously and raised her hands as if to placate the squad and change their minds about suing her.
‘Let’s talk in the corridor. More privacy.’ She explained, striding to the door. She stopped adruptly a dagger was pressed to the teacher’s throat.
She gulped and went slightly crosseyed looking down at the dagger before saying that the children shouldn’t see this and repeating that they should go out in the corridor to talk.
Suddenly, a voice spoke up from the room. It was Sabrina, looking confident and proud and very unlike the meek and timid student who constantly answered to Chloe’s every whim.
‘You didn’t give Marinette that liberty.’
Chloe didn’t look surprised when Sabrina stood up, looking up at the girl proudly. She then stood up and put in a word.
‘You just dragged Marinette to the front of the classroom and tried to scold her when you were the one who listened to Lie-la and didn’t bother to do a headcount before leaving the hotel, hell, before boarding the plane.’
‘You left her in New York City,’ chimed Sabrina, leering at the teacher, who shrunk back into herself.
‘Who do you think paid for her ticket back?’ Chloe smirked.
‘Goodbye, Caline Bustier.’ They spoke in unison.
Mlle. Bustier paled. Gina looked like she wanted to run away with Chloe and Sabrina, and Marinette looked to the two gratefully, the former giving the girl a nod while the other smiled broadly.
Amy spoke again, grinning manically at the redheaded teacher, reciting everything that she’d done wrong in her years as a teacher, whether it be when she was teaching old students from almost a decade ago, or now, when she was teaching Marinette’s class.
“Yes, Rosa, I learnt French specifically for this. I took a seminar, called The French Way to Reprimand A Crap-sack.”
Mlle. Bustier dug herself an even deeper hole as she frantically tried to pile the blame on Marinette, who was pressing the bruises on her arm with morbid fascination.
Gina leaned towards Caline, her breath hot against the teacher’s ear as she drawled in a rather threatening voice. “I know every little secret you have. It’d be best if you’d just mosey on out.”
Bustier shook her head even more, doubting Gina, who took great pleasure in calling out Mlle. Bustier’s shortcomings and dirty little secrets that she’d tried so desperately to bury.
“Caline Bustier. You had a student named Bridgette Jaeng a few years back. She died. Her death was written off as a accident, when that really wasn’t the case, was it.”
Her voice, although rather soft, echoed loudly in the room, ringing in the ears of Marinette’s classmates who turned to look at their teacher with horrified expressions on their faces.
“No! She--” Gina continued as if Mlle. Bustier hadn’t said anything at all.
“She fell down the stairs.” Gina made air quotes when she said fell. “She was pushed down the stairs by her bullies. She broke her neck on impact, and Bustier?” She laughed wryly.
“She saw the whole thing, but didn’t do anything to stop her students. She even went so far as to turn the security cameras off.”
Caline was growing increasingly pale but didn’t say anything for fear of making it worse.
“You bribed the principal of this school to hire you.” Gina’s voice, quiet and deadly cut through the tension in the room, and as if a dam broke, all hell broke loose and chaos was ensued.
Gina spoke up again, effectively making the class quiet down.
“You told Marinette to be the ‘best Marinette she could be’. You told her to not do anything when Lila and he posse bullied her. You turned off the cameras again when Lila walked down the stairs and sat there, bawling and lying about how Marinette pushed her down the stairs.” Gina’s voice came out in a hiss.
“You didn’t tell them how Marinette was expelled, huh. It was because Lila framed her for stealing a necklace that was found in her locker. But none of the students here are allowed to use locks for some stupid reason.’
The evidence was overwhelming. The contrast of the yelling from minutes ago was now replaced with a deadly silence as they mulled over Gina’s words.
Officer Raincomprix had shown up and arrested Caline a few minutes later, courtesy of Sabrina.
As Caline Bustier was dragged out of the room, she yelled on last time. “What gives you the right to arrest me? I was only looking out for my students!”
Holt smirked smugly, and everyone in the squad, bar Gina and Kevin, held up their badges, with the very unmistakable logo of the NYPD.
Caline was forcefully dragged away, shocked. And as she sat in the solitary confinement of her prison cell almost a month later, thinking about what she’d done, there was a knock on the door. The one person Caline thought she’d never see again stood in the doorway, the bars being the only separator between the ex teacher and her ex student.
Caline didn’t trust herself to speak, only staring at the girl.
Marinette stood there, patiently waiting for her to speak.
When she did, the only thing that came out of her mouth was, “I’m sorry.”
Marinette smiled. Not a pitying one, not a smug one, no. It was a sad smile.
“Apologies don’t change anything.” Marinette told her old teacher. “I can’t speak for Bridgette, but for what it’s worth, I forgive you.”
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i didnt reread this bc i dont like reading my own works they make me cringe so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes im sorry oops
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#caline bustier bashing#caline bustier salt#b99#brooklyn nine nine#marinette is a queen#miraculous ladybug#mlb#gina is a savage#lyra speaks#hope u enjoyed this bc it took me a whole week to write
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tell us more of ur think tank hcs i personally am at the edge of my seat
HELL YEAH ALRIGHT HERE WE GO. some of these might be against canon in some way but that's your fault for trusting me with this
ALSO, AS USUAL, I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE. THIS GOT VERY LONG. when i think about the tanks i go fuckin wild with it
starting with pride headcanons to get the ball rolling
all the tanks are nonbinary, but additionally, dala is a trans woman and 0 is a trans man
8 hates gender he fucking hates it. every day he wakes up and says "today i will make gender my bitch" and then he does. he says this in the game too you just don't know cuz he only speaks in static (don't factcheck this)
if you ask 8 what pronouns she uses, they will shrug and give you a "i dunno" noise. sometimes it'll make a non-committal hand movement and some unintelligible noises. good luck
god this bitch (borous) is gay! good for him! good for him.
he's also intersex! i don't remember where we got that hc but i like it and im holding onto it
okay but borous calls himself bi because yeah Men, but he also loves dala very much and doesn't want to misgender her. also as previously stated, 8's main goal is to confuse everyone about their gender so the tanks all stick with mspec labels to be on the safe side. you never know what'll happen. gender is a ticking time bomb
bi gang: klein, borous, 0
pan gang: dala, mobius
don't ask her about any of her identities she doesn't know the answer either: 8
have i gone off about polytank dynamics enough? i don't think so
8 and dala started dating first because horny bitches gravitate towards each other. they can also "pass" as a "straight couple" so hopefully no one at work will look at them and call them slurs. hopefully
klein and borous knocked things out of the park for being the first gay scientists ever
8 and dala became polyam icons and pulled 0 in. trans bitches gravitate towards each other
klein and borous did the same with mobius. bitches with facial hair gravitate towards each other
???????
idk and then all six of them started dating somehow. the end
somewhere along the way klein and 8 were like "i like you a little too much" and now they're inseparable
okay anyway. misc hcs
ive mentioned this before but when i pretend everything is in modern times, 0 is a tiktokker and he thrives on the attention and making fun of his coworkers on the internet
"watching steven universe repeatedly when i felt even slightly bad transed my gender" - doctor 8 old world blues
i just remembered i made a carrd for the tanks as if they were kinnies in their early to mid 20s
8 kinned pearl su. borous kinned werewolf cookie. 0 kinned rimmer red dwarf. mobius kinned... morbius forbidden planet. obviously. klein refused to put his kins on it. DID DALA KIN FROM DANGANRONPA
i think at one point we had a half-joking hc where klein gets nauseous if he sees blood
and then that changed to he can't see others blood, only his own
while borous can't see his own blood, but he's fine seeing other ppl's
i know borous said that gabe barked at everyone, but i think gabe trusts the other tanks because he knows borous does
borous set up a kissing booth with gabe. the crowd goes wild
when the tanks get together they usually go to klein's. he's the leader or something. also he has a fucking bar in his house.
he complains about them the whole time but you can really tell he loves having people over. why else would he deck his house out like that? he LOVES hosting stuff. house husband
if you saw my chart where i said klein would rather die than do dishes, i was so wrong. his house is pristine. its easily the cleanest
klein's love language is acts of service. he goes over to his partners' houses when they feel awful and clean stuff up for them when they can't. he also makes them food if they want it. he only complains a little, but you can tell he's mostly teasing
did you know klein has five mugs in his kitchen in-game. he's literally prepared to host his partners at any given moment.
the group have learned that letting 8 come over when their house is a mess is a Huge mistake. it goes from 8 trying to help "tidy up" to "im going to put your books and albums in alphabetical order by artist also your clothes are going to be hue-sorted"
"8 why are there only 8 books on each of my bookshelves"
"it looks better"
"it literally does not"
8 can no longer stomach going into 0's house
on the other hand, 0 hates staying in 8's house. the ticking of all their clocks is sensory hell
on 80 date nights they have to do rock-paper-scissors for which house they go to. or they go out. they love each other but their houses drive the other fucking nuts
oh speaking of their houses. yes dala said she didn't like Literal Teddy Bears but that is null and void considering she has teddies in her house
and she has 5 on her bed. five of them :)
she named all of them after her partners! its mostly cute but there is a slight bit of concern because they know what she does with them <__<
not that 8 has any place to judge. mobius found batteries under its pillow once. all 8 said was "they can vibrate." mobius regrets touching them.
i don't know what to say about dala's mannequins i don't have anything funny im just scared
WHY ARE 0 AND KLEIN THE ONLY ONES WITH BATHROOMS IT DRIVES ME INSANE 0'S BATHTUB ISNT EVEN LAYING DOWN ITS AGAINST THE WALL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GENERATOR IN HIS BATHROOM DO THE OTHER TANKS JUST SHIT OUTSIDE I'M SEEING RED
mobius and 0 are both into robotics, and they worked together to make muggy, so they've had date nights where they mainly tinker with electronic things.
0 gets very excited when he makes a breakthrough, and seeing that warms mobius's heart. mobius made a habit of kissing 0 on the forehead or squeezing 0 into a hug when they figure things out.
(0 remembers he likes men.) 😳
dala/klein date nights are essentially just them drinking and gossiping chatting
i asked polycule for some more, so here are ones from your local think tank kinnies
borous -
"klein and borous both like classical music in very different ways. klein mostly likes it to feel smart (see: wheatley) but he just started associating it with the others so it felt nicer And borous just likes it bc hes borous"
klein also likes jazz, but so do all the rest of them
8 has a cochlear implant
"dala likes dressing up to look pretty (see: runway) but is personally embarrassed by it (until she gets encouragement) bc she feels like the others dont support that"
"0 loves collecting and reading those stupid magazines with the birthday party products and themes that ud wanna buy from as a kid but are way too expensive"
"mobius has a secret love for puppetry and will try to bring it up sometimes whenever he can. hes made 3 separate sets of the other tanks as puppets and they freak 0 out"
"borous, in an attempt to better his faults, has started learning from dala and 8 on how to take care of plants instead of what he did before. his basement turns into a cool little green house cozy cuddle area"
"to add on: 8 gardens to cope whenever hes alone bc (projects onto ur kin) he mood drops very fast when alone"
"mobius likes dressing in cozy sweaters and fancy stuff"
0 -
"0 doesn't like anal that much" (thanks.)
dala -
"their new rap album called boyz in the tanks" (THANKS.)
and to top things off, :) here are the normal names for them all, created primarily by our borous kinnie
klein - Ernest Klein (nicknamed ernie)
mobius - Wilbert Mobius (nicknamed bert)
borous - James H. Borous (nicknamed jamie)
dala - Dala Theodore (HER NICKNAME IS TEDDY ITS GENIUS)
8 - Emmett Handley (nicknamed 8 + emmy)
0 - Robert O'Barrick (nicknamed 0/O + robbie (HIM SHARING HOUSE'S NAME IS INTENTIONAL. HE'S TRANS HE PICKED HIS NAME WHY DID HE DO THIS))
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FFT: If I Loved You Less I Could Talk About It More
Hey haii. Soooo.. This is kind of a follow up to the one I answered last night - I know right, it’s about goddamn time. Again, I’m so, so so so so sorry. I really am. - which can be found [ here] if you want to backtrack and read that so this one maaaybe makes sense bc I cannot entirely vouch that it does in fact make sense without the one I just linked above.
I had such a blast writing this and I am kinda v. happy with the way it came out even if it’s just a little weird? I’m starting to dig first person.
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Jon Moxley isn’t a talker by any stretch of the word. He’s more of a doer. The words, without actions behind them, are hollow and meaningless to him.
I’ve known this for a while now. It’s not hard to figure out about him at all. It’s actually kind of obvious and definitely something one can appreciate about the man, when he’s not driving them to the goddamn brink of insanity.
What I can’t figure out is why in the seven blue hells he’s suddenly being so nice to me. Up to our encounter in the elevator a few weeks back? Guy hated me.
I was nothing to him, just some poor little princess trapped in an ivory tower. Or a toy, only meant to be played with. He’s openly said as much on numerous occasions.
Lately, it seems as if everywhere I am, he’s there. Arms crossed, all brooding and angry in some back corner, tapping his foot impatiently or holding up his wrist to indicate passage of time, kind of like some grumpy bodyguard or god forbid, a chaperone... Or sitting ringside, watching whatever match I happen to be in, a smirk on his face the entire time.
Literally no one can get me to themselves because of this... Especially not Maxwell, which believe me, the pathetic prick has actually been dumb enough to try and do, on more than one occasion. You’d think me, throwing the shit he left at my place into the pool below my balcony would’ve been a really clear hint I was absolutely fucking done being his late night booty call. Nope, apparently not.
But back to Mox, though. Mox is the reason I’m torn between anger and sheer unbridled sexual frustration as of late, and here’s why...
I don’t know what bothers me more… the fact that I can’t figure out why he gives a damn, - or if he even does, who knows with that guy? - or the fact that deep down, it secretly turns me on. I’ve never really had someone just… attach themselves to me willingly, for lack of a better term.
But then, tonight… Tonight, Maxwell managed to get me to myself, corner me up backstage.
His eyes darted around the hallway. “Look at this. You drove away your self appointed guard dog. Are you ready to admit you miss all of this, kitten?”
“Did hell freeze over in the last ten minutes, Maxwell?”
“I’m the best you’re gonna have. This bizarre thing you and Mox have going on is just you, passing time. C’mon, kitten. Think about it. Do you really think he’s capable of half the things I could give you?”
“He’s got a cock, so I mean… yeah. Pretty much the only thing you were good for was sex when the batteries to my vibrator died.”
He eyed me. For a split second I smirked because it almost seemed as if I hurt him with my words. I know better than that, but I needed my moment of victory. Then he stepped closer, a hand ghosting down my side. “You know you want me back. You need me, princess.”
“I don’t need anybody, actually.” I corrected, feigning a yawn and rolling my eyes at Maxwell.
“Right, that’s why you’re letting Mox follow you around.” the sour expression on his face as he looked at me was worth a million words. But I rolled my eyes and reminded myself that the only reason he’s even choosing this hill to die on is because I ditched him first and in Maxwell’s mind? That’s a no go.
I know his type well. I was brought up with them. Bunch of mouth breathing elitist bitch boys. I’ve realized since our thing ended that Maxwell -and pretty much any man of his type, they aren’t what I want anymore. I don’t know what I do want, true but… I have a very clearly defined idea of what I don’t want and won’t fuck with or tolerate now.
“No, I’m not letting him do anything, everybody knows Mox does exactly what Mox wants. However, I’m not stopping him, either. Maybe he has me curious. Maybe, Maxwell,” I leaned in a little, lowering my voice and laughing softly as I continued, “Maybe I’m tired of being goddamn bored to death by prissy little bitch ass pretty boys. Besides, in the end, guys like you always leave. Your type are dogs. Always looking to get your dick wet and moving on once you find a sparkly new bitch you can wrap around your finger and bend to your will... Maybe I want more. Something real. Maybe Mox could be that. Maybe, Maxwell.. Maybe I want him. That’s really what burns you up, isn’t it?” I hoped he’d get the point, or get bored, and fuck off and away.
Naturally, he didn’t. And he started to talk himself up all over again. Tried reminding me of his version of our ‘good times.’
I gave an annoyed snort and butted in. “Says the man who refused to take me anywhere. Who insisted we couldn’t be seen together. Why the hell do you think I’d even begin to want you back? Sex was all you could offer and frankly? I’ve had better.”
He swore and glared at me angrily.
“You’re a fucking bitch.”
“May be. But I’m not a dumb bitch anymore, now am I?” I said it in a mock sweet tone, laughing at him as I turned and prepared to walk away.
“I was done with you anyway. I just wanted to give you one last chance to see reason.”
I held up my middle finger at him as I walked away, backwards. When I crashed into someone, I turned around, a glare at the ready.
Mox was smirking down at me. As his eyes roamed my body slowly, I felt something shifting in the dynamic between us. And it hit me then… That stuff I said to Maxwell?
I wasn’t just saying it.
I actually fucking meant it. With every single fibre of my being.
I gulped under his intense round of eye-fucking and i did my best to stay calm. To not be so obvious at the way my thighs clenched and god forbid, remember to breathe. He stepped closer, rough hand grasping at my hip, hauling me against him.
“Did I not tell ya to stay in the fuckin locker room? He only gets to ya because ya fuckin let him, woman. Then again,” Mox muttered in a dry tone, “You’d argue with a fuckin brick wall, I think. Stay here.”
His firm tone didn’t do anything to help out the situation I found myself in currently, dripping wet and so frustrated by what I’d just figured out that I honestly just wanted to shove him against a wall and rip off his clothes.
He eyed me, a brow raised. “The fuck is that little smirk for, huh?”
“Oh, nothing.” I shrugged, giggling.
“Stay here.” he repeated, even more firmly this time, stepping so close to me that he towered over me and our bodies brushed against each other lightly.
Jesus, the way it felt, lightly pressed against him.
He spent a second or two grumbling and glaring, then he turned and stormed off, right through the curtains separating the back of the arena from the front.
It hit me then, MJF had just gone down. Literally just. As in he was still walking down the runway.
Curious, I made my way over to the curtains, pulling them just so that I could peek through a little and when I saw it, I barely restrained a whimper… I could hear every single word Mox said as he lunged at Maxwell from behind.
And it had me fidgeting, pacing the hallway and trying to puzzle out just what the hell was going on the entire time Mox was down in the ring, beating Maxwell’s ass all around it.
Mox stormed back through the curtains and I didn’t think, I just ran. Climbing the man like a tree, dragging my fingers over his close shaven scalp and wrapping my legs around him tight. He growled, nearly dropped me, but I felt his fingertips digging into my body and he staggered back a little, putting my back against the wall.
“This mean you’re ready for a real man, princess?” his voice a low husky growl against my lips as I smirked against his mouth and nodded my head, pressing my forehead against his.
“It took me a while to figure you out, Mox… But now, I think I know exactly what you’re all about. So yes.. to answer your question, maybe I am ready for a real man, Mox.”
“Oh you do, huh? Gonna explain or do I gotta guess?” he smirked back.
“I like it better this way. Actions are better than words. Less talking, Mox. More kissing.” I breathed against his mouth, rubbing myself against him as he carried me towards the door leading out into the arena parking lot...
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Bad Timing
fandom: My Hero Academia/ Boku No Hero Academia
word count: 5k
rating: T (cannon description of violence)
summary: Shouta has to handle the aftermath of the Nomu attack, and Hizashi has very bad (or good) timing
ship: earsermic
AO3
note: best viewed on Archive bc it keeps the formatting like itallics!
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The day was finally at its end – the sun set in slats across the teachers lounge, and it was 3:55, when most people were leaving or gathering their lives up in a rush to get home. They’d all already left, urgently trying to beat traffic and make their way to whatever Friday plans they had in store.
Aizawa didn’t have Friday plans – instead of unceremoniously rushing to get home for the weekend, or go drinking to relieve stress, he was instead sitting on the couch. He didn’t have lessons or binders around him, having freed one hand to take out his phone and flip through his lessons that Hizashi kindly spent the time uploading for him.
The screen was bright and blaring and bled color into color into color – it was hard to look at for too long, but it was the only compromise he could make with his body when it came to improvised lesson plans. He’d type it up, with his one hand, a letter at a time, while his body healed enough for him to do better.
This is what it is, no use complaining. Just get it done.
The ache in his eyes he could deal with – he’d be disappointed in himself if he wasn’t used to it at his age, and he’d made peace with the eye strain and pain and dryness and anything else that was unpleasant about his quirk. His body, however, was a new story. It ached in a way he never experienced in his life, deep to the bone and then, maybe, even deeper – not a movement existed that didn’t somehow remind him of his body, his mortality, and it’s still a wonder he even survived.
He stopped asking questions like how a long time ago, though, and he didn’t dare start now. All it did was drive him into crazy circles of what ifs , dead ending in worse case scenarios that were a half inch away from coming to be…
This new burn, this new hurt – it conjured with it the same image – or maybe it was muscle memory – of painful blood splatter in his eyesight. With it came a reel of other horrifics images and feelings and sensations that might have been if…
It doesn’t matter. It’s irrelevant...
When he told his class that it didn’t matter that he was teaching, he meant it. It wasn’t what he wanted, but since when did he ever get what he wanted? It’s hero work, and educational duties don’t take a break just because he broke ; they never permitted a break because he wanted and wished.
He broke. Plain, simple – no explanation necessary. That’s a world he’s unfortunate enough to live in, so he grits his teeth and bears it.
It’s all Shouta can do. Bear it, heal as best he can, move on – think about it less and less until it’s just another frame on the wall of memories that like to bug him at night, those few rare ones that let him rest and dream.
Bear it. It didn’t kill you, so bear it.
Still, in the middle of the day, after teaching and improvising and making himself stand upright like he didn’t want to bury himself in sheets, it was a weird sensation. Living through something that almost took his life in the most violent, frightening way possible, all for his kids. He didn’t think this time around, with the mending and the processing and the eventual moving on, would feel so…
Off? Like a buzz on his skin, like time was shifted just a second ahead and he was playing catch up. He didn’t know the right words, couldn’t even explain to himself the things that he was feeling. He finally settled calling it weird. Whatever that meant.
He’d dealt with trauma before, too – but this breed of unease was new, even to him and his seasoned career.
The room was silent, but it felt louder than ever, and his screen had timed out when he realized he’d been staring dryly into it without doing anything.
He refreshed the screen with his thumb, lights bright and vivid again like a train at the end of a tunnel.
He’s stopped regretting his choices, he’s stopped wallowing because after two or three close calls with death, it gets a bit old – but god does he want to wallow now . Now that his body was broken and every movement felt like shattered glass in a windshield, disturbed with every movement but, at least, mercilessly, held together by…
What?
Sheer force of will – he was certain that’s what it was. It wasn’t desire or hope, it wasn’t any positive or cheerful motto – he had time for those later, for now…
He groaned, the weight of his eyes and body finally coaxing a response from him that wasn’t dead. Responses that were complete opposites from that which he always told his peers when they stopped him in the halls or at the end of lectures.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“It doesn’t matter, now if you wouldn’t mind, I have a class to teach.”
It’s placating, it’s time-buying – other heroes know the drill, so they don’t argue with him too much – they just insist, and hope, that he listens enough to at least rest . He always wanted to sleep, right? He had that stupid sleep disorder that always begs for him to rest his head for just a moment, so why not indulge it now?
He blinked against it – he really did need to sleep, but the screen in his shaking fingers showed that he had plans to finalize, and a fresh round of essay to grade that needed to be graded by the next day.
So much was behind as is – the last essay, the last score for ethics lecture to be dealt out, a new plan for the upcoming week that adjusts for his kids and the stress they just underwent – no, hero work doesn’t forgive very much, and Aizawa would never tell them that he was giving them a break, but he was going to do exactly that and take off a few quizzes to lighten the load…
Shouta leaned back against the sofa, and it wasn’t too soft and without structure, that it actually did do some good for him. He tilted his head back, too, and felt brief relief in the way his head didn’t feel like lobbing off like a hammer to the side of a statue’s temple.
He sighed, and leaned into it, the slightest bit of relief he was able to find.
The one think he was grateful for was that today was better than the beginning of the week. He had a long way to go, but thankfully some of the bandages could be taken off yesterday and today was his first day of being able to fully see – his face was freed, his shoulders lightened and only wrapped with a few white wraps – but it was still a struggle with his arms, his hands – the most damaged parts of his body that were trudging along…
This is unbearable .
But he will bear it.
But, right now, he will not bear it well. Like he broke under the hand of the Nomu, he was breaking again now and nothing was capable of stopping that.
He took in a deep breath, and held it just because it felt good to feel so full. He held it and waited.
This is going to be interesting.
His breath was waning, it’s time slowly slipping by, expiring.
This is going to hurt.
His lungs were wrapped around empty air.
Bad .
He still didn’t let go, even when it ached. He didn’t know if he wanted to, but the red-blackness of his eyelids and the sting in him was a comfortable pain he knew he could release, if he wanted.
Then, finally, he did want, and he let go, shoulders slumping with a harsh exhale.
He opened his eyes to a slit, and saw the sun spots on the ceiling had grown longer. Golden, mingling, patient – he’d stared at them so many times before, grown bored of them between grading and impatience, but now they were a comfort.
Familiar monotony and boredom. It seems that being bored was not always a bad thing, after all.
Early in his career, this might have killed his spirit. His spirit, however, was put back together so many times, and damaged so cruelly and spitefully, that he at least felt some sort of partial happiness knowing it wasn’t possible to batter his spirit any more. It was impossible.
It’s reached its limit years ago, what’s a new bruise on top of the rest?
A sound like shuffling, quiet but distinct, came from behind him – clothes rustling, a distinct stiff sound, all quietly entering from behind; and it was intentional movement, Shouta knew.
His instincts never dulled, even under mountains of bandages. “Hizashi. What are you still doing here?”
His laugh – the one he would never admit to loving so deeply– was soft behind him, closer this time. “Gee, how’d ya know it was me ?”
Shouta wished he could shrug, and instead returned his eyes back to their resting state and closed them lightly. “ Gee , how’d you learn to be quiet? Or, at least, try to be.”
Soft brushing, padding of feet, the ridiculous squeak of leather – Hizashi walked around the couch and when Shouta felt the dip in the seat beside him, a little too close to him, he chuckled. “It’s hard to be, man – you know I’m stuck with my costume! On the clock, I’m Present Mic!”
“I was talking about your mouth, but sure – that too.”
Another laugh came, and it was just as warm and full and bright. Shouta guarded his expression at the sound, because it was too pleasant and he hurt too much to not indulge the pleasant things whenever they did come.
But Mic isn’t Hizashi, and he’s more quiet now, between the two of them. Like he was in hours after sparring through out their friendships and careers, like lazy drawls in the morning when they passed each other, one waking up and one going to bed after a patrol. Quiet and in tune, in a way so few really understood.
That was the part of Hizashi that no one really gets to see – the way he knew silence and patience that would put his hero and radio personality at odds if the public really got to see it. He was calm and reserved and knew which silences and calms to lean into, which ones to sit with, which ones were the important ones...
He knew it right now, which was why he wasn’t on the limits of his own energy, like a battery fed into itself – a never ending feed that could go forever, Shouta thought time and time again. And his comfort in his quirk made it all too easy to emote and exaggerate and be too much for Shouta at times.
Fragile times, like when his mind was barely glued to the body that was just as fractured and splintering around the edges as his spirit.
“My, you think so lowly of me, Shouta.”
“Just being logical. You’re louder more often than not, after all,” he said, and they both knew it was a joking lie. It’s the closest Shouta gets to a joke, anyways.
The silence returned, and Shouta felt the burning questions in the warm body beside him – too close and yet, not really close enough – within arms length, but not within arms...
But Hizashi is never one for mincing words or running from questions. “How you doing, Shou?”
Shouta grunted. “Fine.”
“No, no, no, no – I’ve heard you say that all week and, well, it’s crazy to think you’d be okay! I want to know how you’re doing. ”
“Hizashi, do me a favor. Be polite and just take the answer.”
“No,” and the response was so fast, and sounded so bratty, Shouta was tempted to open his eyes and tilt his head to the right – to see if he was as close as he thought he was, if his hair was falling, if he’d taken off his orange tints and was looking at him with those stupid pup eyes.
He didn’t, though.
“What do you want me to say?” He finally said, quietly – maybe Hizashi wouldn’t hear him if he spoke quietly enough. “Obviously, I’m not fine.”
“I know that, and –”
“And it doesn’t matter. So, with that in mind,” and he did open his eyes this time – they stung fresh again, and he blinked, and he turned his head just slightly enough to change his eyes' direction. They stayed fixed in the ceiling, on the honey the sun was spilling, and he said, “I’m fine.”
“Come on, Shou... “
“It’s just…”
Hizashi sighed. “Could you… at least try to take time off or stop studies or something ? I can’t stand – “ and here he goes, he was too emotional –
So annoying.
His voice always shook when he was sad, when he was pretending like he wasn’t going to cry.
So sweet.
“ – I can’t stand this. ”
You and me both.
It never really did any good to cut off Hizashi, and Shouta hates doing it any way. So he didn’t even attempt it. He knew he needed to say what he was saying, to be heard and unburden himself of the fears living in him. He didn’t really have the chance before, and it wasn’t fair to take it from him now. Shouta didn’t have the energy to deny him any of that, anyway, so his eyes shifted to the crease in the ceiling, the border between it and the wall, and just listened.
“Shouta, you were almost killed – it’s… it’s so bad, this time – I’ve patched you up so many times and there wasn’t anything I could have ever done about this , and I want you to stop trying to ignore it. You don’t have to be a hero all the time.”
Shouta couldn’t help the scoff, and it stopped Hizashi for just a moment. “Of course I do.”
He was so bitter, he could taste it like the lingering flavor of cold coffee.
“You literally don’t –”
“Hizashi… I don’t have the energy for this.”
“That’s my point , Shouta! You can’t –”
“Can’t do my job? Give me a better argument next time, Hizashi.”
For whatever reason, that was enough to shut him up. Shouta didn’t want to, but his headache was too strong and his friend’s concern was too soft and he was just a broken vase – hairline cracks that got too big too fast and now shattered at the foundation – unable to hold onto any of it let any of it fill him, so why even try to touch it?
Hizashi does a lot of things loudly, even when he tries not to – it’s a side effect of being the Voice Hero, a natural course of events that would, rationally, lead him to be a vocal and expressive person. He’s sniffling and trying to stop it, trying to reel himself in, and Shouta sighs again, because the Voice Hero shouldn’t be trying to reel himself in at all.
This isn’t what he wanted.
He truthfully didn’t want to be in this position at all, but he’d remembered that he never wanted to spend his time wishing , so he didn’t wish – he couldn’t fix that, or the way Hizashi was hurting for him. But, he could fix…
Whatever this was.
“Hizashi.”
The sniffling stopped for a second, enough for it to be masked in a, “... what, Shouta?”
“Thank you.”
“Hmmph.”
Pouting?
“Don’t do that.”
“Hmmph!”
Pure annoyance drove him to open his eyes, and tilt his head, and level his eyes against his best friend because pouting was so fucking stupid. His eyes widened, though, when he finally met Hizashi’s gaze for the first time that day.
The first thing was that he wasn’t fully in his costume. His speakers were missing, and his hair was fallen to his shoulders in gell-stiff half-mast, finally succumbing to gravity in a way Shouta was certain was due to a hair brush and messily tucked into a hair tie. His tinted glasses were gone, leaving nothing between their eyes as they locked.
He’d hung up his hero costume for the day, and maybe it made sense that he wasn’t talking like Present Mic any more – not as loud, not as joking, just intentions and and heart.
He was half way between the two – between persona and him, and he looked so soft…
But his eyes, his eyes that stare so deeply and knew Shouta so intimately over the years their lives had been intertwined – they were wet and silently overflowing, and Shouta was certain the embarrassment of crying was what was so freely tinting his cheeks. It was a brush of pink over pale, high cheekbones, under crescent eyes that leaked streaks down to his jaw, his chin.
He, however, still had the mind to pout – not that Shouta had anything to say, not with the sudden, brand new pain of his heart aching at seeing his friend like this.
Shouta’s eyes softened, his annoyance gone like dye down a river.
Hizashi, however, wasn’t a coward, and held his gaze because he wanted Shouta to know what he was doing to him.
And all in the glowing sunlight…
Stop...
“Hizashi…”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t try to stop me or tell me I’m wrong or that I’m crying too much or whatever .”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said, because he had the mind to say something and that was the brilliant thing he thought of. His shame was hot and fast and his eyes shifted to the side, just off from Hizashi in the best possible way he could manage to face the other. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“Well, congrats, because I feel bad.”
Shouta knitted his brow in anger. “You’re an idiot.”
Don’t make me feel worse.
“What th–”
You always make me feel worse.
“If you’re spending all your tears on me, then yeah. You are.”
Because you’re so good.
Hizashi was crying and clearly upset – anyone could see that – and yet he still decided to furrow his eyebrows and look confused and stupefied all at once. “ Wind it back a few seconds for me, Shou.”
Shouta raised an eyebrow.
“Say that again,” he prompted, shifting to face Shouta even more completely. He leaned forward on his knees, on his elbows as he wiped away the tears.
“I said you’re an idiot.”
“You’re my best friend.”
Friend .
“And?”
“Not even you believe yourself, do you? I’ve seen you cry for me, too.”
Shouta turned his eyes down. That’s different . That’s more than he can ever really explain, and what’s even more, it’s more than he wants to explain. Those words turn into sentences that turn into feelings that can’t be taken back, and he’ll never make the mistake of falling down that slope. So he looked away, anything to feel less guilty and like shit, and shook his head.
Maybe some honesty wouldn’t hurt. “What would you have me do, then? I don’t have options.”
Hizashi saw him dodge the question, the scenario he’d painted – he scooted closer and Shouta felt too alive with envy, wishing there were no barriers, be them white casts and mental blocks, that kept him from bridging the last of that tiny gap.
“I’d have you sleep. I’d have you stay home. I’d have you trust that the faculty, your peers, your friends , could handle you being out for a bit.”
The logic is there…
Still… “No, I need to stay here. My students are back, and I owe them –”
“It would be a week. You’d have your casts off in a week –”
“Who told you that? If Recovery Girl –”
“It’s common knowledge, Shou, I just guessed . But that’s not the point – the point is that I’m right .”
Where does this conversation end? He doesn’t want to say it, he doesn’t want to open himself up again, and he doesn’t want Hizashi to be crying like this. Crying, because of him.
He sighs again. “It’s…”
He clears his throat again. “It’s easier this way. For me.”
Hizashi had already been close, but now he was right beside him, the knee he was folded over now just against his leg. Personal space had never really been a thing for him, and now proved to be no different. His big watery eyes stayed trained on his calculated, intentionally flat ones.
He’s also always been good at picking apart his words to find the realities beneath them. “Distractions, right?”
Shouta didn’t want to admit to it, but he nodded anyway, eyes falling until they settled on Hizashi’s clavicle. His exposed, open clavicle, and he yearns even more to be able to be closer than this. Take comfort in closeness that was 16 years in the making, but never really actualized. Never, really, fully realized , either...
“Yeah… distractions.”
“Say, if I wanted to come over and make dinner and show you baby animal photos, would you let me?”
Shouta blinked, and Hizashi smiled – he looked too pretty, glowing from his tears, and Shouta hates thinking that.
“Don–”
“They’re baby foxes .”
Shouta looked down, and grew pink – it’s pathetic how easily he could be bought, and he wasn’t ever really going to say no to time with his best friend. Even now, he’s always finding himself saying yes to the colorful, often too-loud man.
Hizashi seemed to realize that he’d won, the way his eyebrows stopped dipping, stopped taking such a sad shape. “At least let me do this, Shou – if you’re gonna bring your mummy self into school and yell at kids and threaten expulsion, then let me make stir fry and udon for you.”
Shouta smiled, small, hesitant, but not quite of his own intention; finally breaking – in a different way than he’s used to. “Fine. Just to be clear, it’s only because I want food.”
“ Suuure , that’s the reason.”
And before he could say anything back, Hizashi did that thing that makes his heart weak – the thing he always does when he’s leaning in like this, and it’s too emotional for his own comfort zone, and things are charged with a restless, aching energy. He reached out his left hand and rested it over Shouta’s open one. His phone was already falling from his bruised fingers, so he pushed it down to his lap and held onto the half of his hand that was exposed.
He wants to ask why he does it sometimes, but doesn’t think that now is the time to ask it. Time, place, his broken body, everything was wrong – so he just let himself enjoy the affection, while he can bask in it with legitimate cause.
Then Hizashi had to ruin it. He grinned, a little too proud. “Nervous?”
Shouta tensed, and his body yelled at the pressure in his arms, in his torso. “Excuse me?”
Hizashi laughed a bit, and he was a little flush – from the crying. “You’re a biiiiiit pink. Like, blushing. Like, actually, you’re very –”
“Shut up.”
“You act like any teensy-tiny bit of affection is like poison, Shou – it’s okay if you–”
“I take it back, actually, you can’t come over.”
“Awwww, come on, I just –”
“I mean it, I’ll order from the corner market.”
“Now that you told me how you’ve been feeding yourself, I’m definitely coming over. God, I swear, you should know how to take care of yourself by now, it’s like you hate trying to –”
“Hizashi –”
He stood, really fast, smiling dumb and bright as he stood infront of Shouta. “Now come on! Up! Let’s go to your apartment!”
He offered a hand, but Shouta shook his head. “I can get up fine –”
Hizashi leaned forward, and it was an awkward placement, the way he was balanced, but he took the phone from his lap and tucked it into his pocket before his hand rested just on the side of Shouta’s shoulder. He urged with his eyes as much as with the slight tug at his waist. “Come on!”
Shouta looked down and nodded, a feeling of warmth overcoming him yet again. He heard moreso than saw Hizashi smile, felt him beaming at him at letting him help him up, and then the hand on his shoulder shifted, to the spot of his ribs just above the bandaging.
“Can I pull here?”
“Yeah…”
And he did and it really fucking hurt, little splinters under his skin all over again. He pulled air sharply between his teeth, and let Hizashi hook his elbow around him to stop the recoil.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“It’s –” Deep breath, relax eyes – bear it . “It’s fine.”
It’s not fine, but it’s bearable, so he releases some of the tension he know is sewn into his arms. He opens his eyes, and Hizashi is so close it’s almost startling. His arm still was around him, under his arm, like a brace. Warm, pleasant pressure, pleasant heat...
“I’m fine,” he breathes again, because for once, Hizashi doesn’t have anything to say. He just stares.
“Hey… um…”
“Hizashi…?”
When Hizashi spoke it was quiet, in a way that betrayed his confident words. “Shou… this is not good timing, but…”
This time it was Shouta’s turn for his voice to stop working, and he didn’t have anything to say – all too aware of the soft sound of breathing between them, the way his eyes were overwhelming like never before.
He had nothing to counter him or force him back or make him leave. He just waited, eyes at half mast because that was the only way he could handle Hizashi looking at him like that . Like he always did, with care and adoration, and it just made him sick.
“I almost lost you, and I don’t want to regret not kissing you any more… for years, Shouta, years .”
Shouta deserved a medal for surviving the whiplash of their conversation, from the joking to the serious to the trivial to the important… he couldn’t move much, but he wasn’t sure if that was his body or his anxious nerves speaking, so he just looked down at his lips.
“Tell me it’s okay,” Hizashi said, close but far enough for comfort. Far enough for respect , for hurting and aching Shouta to say yes or no and only then either bridge the gap or depart. His hand was delicate on his side and his finger tips were light, brushing, too much. “Tell me if you want…”
The timing was so awful – Shouta just wanted to move, to take him in right there, to stop him from talking and pull him into himself so harshly and violently that they might become one. Close was never close enough…
“I…”
Hizashi’s free hand came up to his cheek, holding him there gently. His thumb brushed under his scar, over the hot skin that he was certain was an embarrassing shade of pink…
Don’t fuck with me.
“Tell me, Shou…”
He was wiping away a tear, and Shou crumbled at the touch. “Y– yes.”
A sharp breath, then again, louder, stronger, “ Yes. Yes, Hizashi–”
Hizashi wasted no time, and pressed himself closer, and Shouta wasn’t surprised to taste salt on his lips because he’d spent too much time crying, too.
“I’m – not going to change –” Shouta said between breath and kiss, shaking from the anger of just wanting to hold Hizashi and being un able to. “I’m – still a hero – I’m still –”
– Kiss –
“ – still going to work, and – get hurt – and –”
Hizashi retreated, lips hovering for just a moment. “I know, I know –”
Shouta’s breath is heavy, laden with desires and 15 year old feelings and guilt, and doesn’t know where this is supposed to go. He’ll hurt Hizashi like this, he just knows he will – is it wise to let him do this, knowing what, inevitably, is going to happen. He huffs out his nose, trying to find a way to be delicate.
He’s never known how to be delicate, and he just wishes that right now, he could somehow discover the secrets to not breaking his friend’s hearts. “I’m – is this a good idea?”
“Of course –”
“No, I mean it – is it rational , when I’m just – just –”
Hizashi’s hands are at work again, one holding him up, one wiping away tears from a scar.
“I’ll hurt you – I’ll hurt you and it’s inevitable and I can’t –”
“ Shouta ,” and his voice was loud, and commanding, and energized – his quirk at its lowest state.
It worked though – Shouta had no idea how worked up he’d become, how his weaknesses were seeping through like never before; he was broken in so many ways right now and they were all on display, so humiliatingly on display, that he couldn’t even keep himself calm.
Hizashi kissed him again, slower this time because he, shockingly, knew how to slow down. How to be rational when others weren’t.
His lips moved to the side of his mouth, then to his cheek, to his ear – “How long, Shouta?”
“What – do you mean?”
“It’s been fifteen years for me… fifteen years. I was in school looking at you. I was at graduation, looking at you. I shared our first apartment, and was looking at you. I’ve been teaching – and I’ve been looking at you…”
How romantic…
“How long has it been?” He said.
It was too good to be true. It was too sad to be true. They’d put this off for so long, and it took a violent, bloody incident to bring Hizashi to him like this. He’d had his chances too, but he’d always shied away from them because it wasn’t fair.
He’d die a hero one day, and Hizashi didn’t deserve that .
Shouta leaned into the feeling of Hizashi’s lips against his cheek, his ear, and told him what he’d never spoken out loud before. “I… fifteen years. Fifteen years, Hizashi…”
“ God,” and he’s crying now.
Shouta doesn’t want to admit to the few stray tears decorating his eyelashes like spiders on webs, so he doesn’t – he just leans into the soft, awkward embrace from his best friend, and lets him cry because they’ve both been idiots.
The sunlight was long against the walls, and the halls of U.A were quiet, and Shouta, for all the breaking he’s done, has finally found a way to put some of the pieces back together.
#my fic#bnha fic#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#aizawa#hizashi#erasermic#long post#fic length: medium#oneshot
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So here's a real long and real angry fuck coworkers/managers so hang on tight (tldr at the end).
I work in fast food, which sucks a lot, but it's a high school job yknow. Well the place I work at is often heralded for it's outstanding customer service, which includes having people take the drive thru orders outside. And often take orders outside in illegally hot/cold temps, to the point where the weather app/website has been blocked on our order taking ipads, to make it harder to call out the managers for their bullshit, but whatever.
So I'm outside today, and it's late May in the south, so it's hot as balls out, probs around 90, so technically people outside are supposed to rotate every 10 minutes. So my coworker, J, and I are sent outside to take orders, and we do have fans but they literally don't fuckin work, so that's real fun. After about 20 minutes, J and I both ask for some water, and the shift leader who's wearing a headset inside, M, does get someone to bring that to us. I told her where my cup was, and someone got it to fill with water, but doesn't pour out the soda that was previously in my cup, and just fills the top half with water, and brings out my delicious warm watered down soda. Which I'm not gonna drink, that's disgusting, so I just resign myself to thirst.
About half an hour after this, J finally asks for his rotation, which I'd been thinking about. M inside says to give her a second, they're busy, but she'll get it in a couple minutes. I figure I'll let him get rotated, wait a bit, and then ask someone to come outside for me as well. I settle on waiting 10 minutes. I do ask for some proper water from whoever comes outside, as that'll make it more bearable.
Yet the replacement never comes. J and I continue to take orders out in the heat for about another half hour, complaining to one another. Finally, he calls over the headset, mentioning his rotation. M simply says "okay", and another employee with a headset, B says that they'll get to it, and stop whining.
At this point, I'm starting to feel really sick from the heat, as in I can barely breathe, I'm having to stop and catch my breath in between every sentence I say to a customer, and my chest hurts. I just really want some damn water, honestly.
Finally, Js headset battery starts to die, and he calls for a replacement. A new coworker, S (sorry for so many letters), says she'll bring him one, and about 5 minutes later when she walks out, we both ask her for water. Thank God, she brings some back for us, and J asks her about his rotation again, and she tells him "We have no one to rotate you with", which is bullshit, because she could rotate, B could rotate, multiple others inside could rotate, they just don't wanna come outside, when J and I have been outside for close to 2 hours, which is like really illegal lmao.
So J says again over the headset that he wants his damn rotation, and he's pretty pissed now, understandably. My dumb ass, trying to be the tough guy, insists I'm fine now, even though it's hard to speak from wheezing. This time though, none of the original people respond.
Soon after though, the night drive thru lead comes outside, to check on J and I, and after I tell her what's up she starts apologizing profusely, saying she hasn't been wearing a headset, she didn't know what had been happening, she had no clue we'd been asking for an hour and a half for assistance we hadn't received. Less than 5 minutes later, both J and I were back inside, with B and S on our spots, and M nowhere to be found inside.
I go to take a spot inside and have a really rough coughing fit, can't talk, can't breathe, etc. The drive thru lead, L, tells me to go sit in the back for a bit, which I gratefully accept. At this point I'm sunburnt, my throat aches, and I'm shaking violently. A few minutes later L comes back and starts apologizing again, saying she feels awful, saying she wished she was wearing a headset. I love L, shes a super sweet manager, and I know she's really upset. She said it was bullshit that we didn't have people to rotate, and that if she'd been listening, she would've gotten it done ASAP. Then I tell her a shift leader, M, had a headset on, and she got mad, mad that M abandoned J and I outside, and says she'll talk with her. M has always liked me, but I figured that was about to change. L left for a smoke break, and I caught my breath in the back for a bit before going to take a spot up front.
Later, when B and S came inside, B was bitching about how he "had to be in a position that wasn't even his because some people have to complain". This is about being inside, because although he was scheduled on an inside position, it's the position that rotates with order takers, and he's a little bitch. I told him that if he'd taken the rotation when J first asked, he wouldn't have to have been outside for as long as he was, because if J and I hadn't been worked to heatstroke, we would've been switched back.
M walks over, hearing our bickering, and immediately like "oh it doesn't matter now we're all fine now haha" and I'm still p mad so I say "Yes, but I certainly still feel dehydrated". M starts to try to defend herself, saying she hadn't heard us asking for water or rotations or anything, but says she knew that my first drink got fucked up, but apparently didn't try to fix it??? But still, her defense is bullshit, because she would respond with an "okay" or "I'm working on it" whenever J tried to remind her. B immediately backs her up, saying he didn't hear anything, even though he too responded, because he's a suck up. I just ignore them and keep working on whatever I'm doing, trying not to lose my cool on this incompetent shift leader who literally just got back from 6 months of not working bc she's at school.
After we've closed I'm talking to L in the back about the night, and she's close to tears apologizing to me still, and I feel terrible, because it's obviously not her fault, and she already gets shit from the other managers about the way she does her job. I tell her what M said about "not hearing" J and i, and she says when she talked to M privately, she claimed the same thing. Honestly, that makes me angrier than the whole being abandoned thing, because you're a leader, sis. Own up to your mistake and apologize and I would've moved past it and not typed out this whole thing. J was also super pissed, but M kept telling him that he should be over it now.
Another thing M did at the same time was told J and I not to "reset" to the speakers when we've reached the end of the drive thru lane, to allow the orders to process and not keep inundating the kitchen. It's a basic drive thru protocol to reset when we're backed up, to try and keep things smooth, and keep food in order. M yelled at J and I and told us to keep taking orders and not "stand around" at the speakers. Apparently she gave the same orders to B and S when they were outside, and L heard and told them they had to reset, it was the rules. M then went outside and told them not to listen to L, that she was in charge, and that they weren't allowed to reset. M is a shift leader just back from school, L is the night drive thru lead, aka Ms superior. L was, understandably, pretty pissed, especially since a lot of other managers don't respect her either. Work is a shit show, and I'm sunburnt.
TL;DR - Coworker and I left outside in 90 degree weather for 2 hours, I without water, other coworkers bitch about having to switch out with us, leader denies hearing our request for water or breaks, same leader goes directly against superior managers orders, I'm sunburnt and pissed off.
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i don’t feel like making a joke to break the ice so here’s one of my favorite tiktoks: https://vm.tiktok.com/s1rSS5/ . anyways, hiii, fed admin sabrina here :) time to check off the introductory personality checklist: i’m 20, a leo, a slytherin, a woc, a pre-law major on the east coast, uhhhh harry styles and marvel trash, i play over 10 instruments, i prefer the thigh over the chicken breast, and i’m really happy u all r here and joined my little creation :’) smack that read more to learn abt my children daisy moretti and jude valentine so we can plot !!
DAISY MORETTI.
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the basics:
full name: daisy mia moretti | hometown: the bronx, new york | zodiac: aries | orientation: bisexual | employment status: intern on the news broadcasts floor | positive traits: social, determined, hardworking, attentive, confident, smart | negative traits: rude, irresponsible, cunning, cutthroat, insensitive, selfish
the backstory:
here’s the best way i can describe daisy: take the love for fashion and luxury of carrie bradshaw and cher horowitz, mix it with the power and intensity of olivia pope, and add in all the meanness of every single rude, b*tchy person you can think of. that’s her.
daisy was born to a huge italian family who all had odd jobs; her dad specialized in fixing the batteries on smoke detectors. her mom ran the laundromat down the street. a lot of her uncles owned car detailing businesses and she had a couple of older cousins who were janitors or low-level staff members at the local middle schools. while her family was fine with this, because hey, it paid the bills, daisy, who had always had expensive tastes from the start, turned her nose at it all.
she, unsurprisingly, became the first in her family to make it past high school. daisy did absolutely every major, resume-boosting thing while she was in school, because she learned very quickly that she liked power and being better than others. there was something she loved about coming home from school and getting to brag about her debate team win while her cousins could only nod.
she was great at school, and she made sure everyone knew. she did mock trial, debate, sga -- she even joined the environmental club just for the clout. and then one of the people in her model un group said she should run for president one day.
it made sense. daisy likes power, she likes bossing people around and always being right, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. she’d be a fantastic fucking president. so, naturally, after finishing college and pushing through an internship she didn’t really like just so she could have another bullet point on her resume, daisy applied for an internship at masters international. she knew she’d get the gig, obviously.
daisy loves fashion and luxury. she spends majority of her money on vintage chanel tweed matching sets to wear into the office, she has red bottoms that give her four extra inches of height, and her foundation costs over a hundred dollars. you’d think she’d want to be on the floors that deal with vogue and help organize new york fashion week, but that’s not going to get her a presidency, duh. daisy interns on the floors that handle the news broadcasts so she gets firsthand knowledge on all the shit, political or otherwise, that goes down in the country.
i would love to type more but i don’t want to hint at anything that points to her secret, so i’m going to explain a little more about daisy’s personality
she’s so, so controlling and bossy. she wants to be the absolute best at everything, and the shining star of it all. daisy’s definitely an attention hog, and she’ll bust her ass on her work to make sure she’s better than everyone else on the floor with her.
daisy’s very picky about who she hangs out with. as a future presidential candidate, optics are very important, obviously. she only surrounds herself with people she deems to be good for her image, and she’ll gladly let you know that she thinks you’re too shitty to be around. she cares a lot about how she appears to other people, you know.
daisy is selfish and rude, and truly doesn’t care if she hurts someone’s feelings. she speaks her mind and has absolutely no filter -- which gets her into a lot of trouble, i’m sure you can imagine.
wanted connections:
enemies: if you need a bad guy or work rival in your character’s life, i wholly volunteer miss daisy moretti as that bad guy. it’s not hard for her to make enemies when you consider her personality.
ex: please please give me an angsty ex plot filled with depth and all the details. there’s gotta’ be a reason why daisy wants to be not only the first female president, but also the first president without a spouse, after all.
hookups: listen. she has needs.
JUDE VALENTINE.
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the basics:
full name: jude lee valentine | hometown: tuscaloosa, alabama | zodiac: gemini | orientation: heterosexual | employment status: corporate attorney for masters international | positive traits: friendly, warm, sociable, extroverted, smart, witty, energetic | negative traits: compulsive, secretive, disloyal, impulsive, ignorant, desensitized
the backstory:
picture it with me: a ranch. nice pale green shutters and a huge yard. there’s cows in this picture, too, and horses. there might even be goats. there’s a tractor by the two ford trucks, a dog sleeping on the porch, and not another house for another twenty minute drive. this is what jude valentine is used to. he’s a country boy from alabama, equipped with the southern accent and everything. yes, he has a pair of cowboy boots. yes, he brought them to new york with him. yes, he pronounces creek as ‘crick’.
jude is a very sweet boy. he was quarterback in high school, got good grades, and every sunday he went to church with his family because Bible Belt things. homeboy is named after a book in the Bible. he’s all about southern manners and hospitality, about treating people kindly and always putting others first, and he always keeps his morals in check. or, he used to.
when you’re home it’s hard to stray away from what you’re used to. the same held true for jude in college, because even though he went to u of alabama (can you hear him yelling roll tide), he was still in his home state so he felt those morals still stuck with him. but then he applied for law school and got a full ride to nyu law, and whew, the Temptation
‘cuz you see, jude was always a sweetie pie. he still is! in high school he was super popular because he was tall and cute and athletic but funny and brought extra biscuits from home to hand out in homeroom. i’m not gonna lie, he’s charming af. he’s smooth and he has good jokes. the girls loved him but the little sh*t had a purity ring.
but then he got to nyc for law school and let me tell you. alabama is not close at all to manhattan, now is it. jude was fine the first couple of weeks, just worked on his case briefs in his shoe box of a starter apartment... but the women. homeboy started sleeping around a LOT after a while. y’know wet dreamz by j cole where he’s like haven’t been inside p*ssy since i came out one? yeah, that was jude until ny, and he’s very much still like that
is jude still the sweetest, nicest guy ever? yes. is jude still the type of guy to knock on your office door and ask if you want to walk to get coffee with him even though you guys have probably never met? yes. is jude the first guy on the dance floor when there’s a midnight party on the rooftop? yes. is jude the type of guy who’ll fuck with you and say no, he only listens to music made by a spoon and a blade of grass if you think he only listens to country music? yes. but he also has slept with at least twenty different interns and employees at the office, so.
he also dabbles in the occasional little pill when he’s got eight depositions to write up before tomorrow but he was too busy screwing some chick the night before. he first did this in law school. but we don’t worry about that.
stop it, i know what you’re thinking: sabrina, come on. so he sleeps around, okay. what’s the big deal about that?
here’s the big deal: he’s engaged.
lil (i say lil but he’s 6’3” while i’m only 5’0”, so lemme stfu) cupcake jude is a cheater. he’s got a whole fiancée and yet he still sleeps with other women, and each time he’s like no, okay, that was the last time for real, but then there’s a new intern at the office and the higher ups always throw the new people at him because he knows how to make people feel comfortable, and his country accent is cute and refreshing among all the new york bs, and the whole attorney thing certainly isn’t a negative, and, well. he gets tempted. and afterwards he always tells the girl okay, please, can this stay between us.
u wouldn’t know he’s engaged either bc it’s not like he’s wearing the engagement ring, now is he
i’m staying hush on daisy’s secret but jude’s is that he’s cheating on his significant other with people in the office. is he still a nice guy? heck yeah, but also, you have to be a certain kind of messed up to keep cheating on your s/o and just not tell them. that’s a lotttt of lying you’re just comfortable with. oh, what’s that? you’re threatening to tell his fiancée that you two slept together because you think she deserves to know? well. he’d hate having to do it, but... jude’s not above knocking someone down if it means his secret stays hidden.
wanted connections:
hookups: literally i will take as many hookup plots i can get. doesn’t matter if they’re an intern or an employee; jude will sleep w them and then make them promise not to tell anyone in the office afterwards because “wE’rE nOt sUpPoSeD tO sLeEp wItH cOwOrKeRs” but we all know why he wants to keep it under wraps. this also doesn’t have to be an only connection; he can be friends w someone but also hook up w them on the low too
fiancée: this one is huge for me so pls pls message me if ur seriously interested in this plot and we’ll talk !!
friends: this one is so easy bc jude will literally make conversation with a chair. he’s super sociable and fun and approachable and he loves making friends !! give me some ppl he can pester during lunch break and throw balled up pieces of paper at
best friend: he’s gotta have that one person that he just clicks really, really well with. jude talks to everyone and he’s super friendly but this person is his confidant. he goes to them w almost all of his problems and rants to them and asks for advice and likes to just be around this person. trusts them w his entire life. hmuuuuu :)
ex: listen. we all need a good ex plot and this person is probably the only one in the office jude isn’t bringing a complimentary donut to
sister: jude has a younger sister and honestly she was gonna be a npc but the idea of him looking out for her at the office and getting all (ง•̀_•́)ง when ppl r mean to her is smth i reeeeally like. or maybe they actually don’t get along that well and bicker a lot but there’s still that underlying hey i’ve got your back. you piece of shit. type feel going on !!
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let’s look at all the electronics i’m pretty sure are in this room right now + celebrate a small success + complain about how technology was a mistake:
iphone 7 that i literally just replaced, younger than my godson,
ipad mini 2 that should really get a battery replacement/be replaced entirely but eh,
the hp pavilion a friend gave me out of pity after my beloved beautiful 17″ hp envy I bought in 2012 died permanently and dramatically the summer before last. despite a thorough cleaning and replacing the thermal paste (or the forbidden frosting) this pavilion is hilariously prone to overheating and the battery life is about half an hour. it lives on my desk. it doesn’t travel,
i don’t even know how many raspberry pis and arduinos and lilypads are kicking around or how many are functional,
there’s also a dead chromebook unless i gave it to my brother the last time i saw him but i have no memory of this,
come to think of it i haven’t seen my snowball mike since i moved out so he’s probably got that too,
at least two semi-functional-if-it-was-an-emergency shitty android phones kicking around somewhere,
also a couple mice,
one? two? cheap bluetooth keyboards,
and two g3 imac keyboards (bondi blue, if you must know), and the gutted shells of a corresponding monitor and desktop. the monitor will be a cat bed and i might make a sleeper pc out of the desktop case. it’s very pretty is the thing and i am a sucker for translucent plastic, but i would have to do so much custom fitting,
a multimeter i need to steal a new fuse for,
a thousand pairs of earbuds bc i am incapable of throwing any cords out,
an okay headset mike i stole from my old job,
approximately a billion USB sticks of varying size and quality,
a bag of mysterious cords,
a bag of useful cords,
a 1TB external/backup drive,
most importantly, this now operational acer aspire i won in a scholarship last winter.
this laptop’s display has been fucked since i got back to school/the september update and i have not had the brainspace to deal with it until now, as i’m frantically trying to do literally anything else other than finish this incomplete class.
so today, i made sure the nice computer engineering boy who builds PCs will be in the makerspace the same time as me. i let the battery charge overnight, bc it’s been sitting dead since the last time i checked it right before my birthday. i lug TWO laptops and my external drive across campus, all the important electronics i own in one very scary bag. if the display is really and truly borked at least i can snag the documents & pics with one of the eleven billion monitors we have lying around before i ship it off to get it fixed, bc display bullshit is generally beyond my poor amateur abilities. i get to the makerspace, boot it up, am in the middle of saying “yeah every time i turn it on it just flickers gray once” and it boots up perfectly. INFURIATING. but it is lighter and faster and holds a charge, unlike the half-hour battery life of the literally wheezing old hp, and it fits in the laptop pocket in my bag, so i think it’ll go back to being the main laptop after i finish consolidating everything on the pavilion + backup drive to here, and then make a new master backup + thoroughly update the offsite backup instead of just throwing loose docs and photos into my dropbox.
it’s been sitting in a corner updating itself since like 3 PM EST, and it still has a couple more to go, but it’s usable. i think. this is really a pretty good symptom of my general mental state these past six months. the only major electronic i own that has NOT had a severe issue in the past eight months is the elderly ipad mini 2 my aunt gave me. all i do is read comics and terrible romance novels from the library on there so it’s not like it sees hard use to begin with.
before i move, i need to quietly acquire a soldering iron setup and ditch some of this absolute garbage. there is no need to own so many semi-functional to flat out broken things. why am i like this. i do not want to turn into my old engineering boss, whose office is an absolute horror
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Let me tell you i bought a computer just bc ‘oh its cute’ and around finals season my hard drive CRASHED and wiped out everything. I took it back since I had a year return warranty and got a dell hp1700 and its lasted me 4 years and only crashed once(bc i accidentally downloaded a virus) I highly recommend this laptop, i have the 15.7in so its quite large but its all around great, amazing battery life, fingerprint security GREAT storage. I love it.
That’s great!! I’m not personally looking for a new laptop right now but I know the pains of something quitting right before finals. Fingers crossed I don’t have to get anything new until law school.
(The laptop post was not mine FYI just trying to help out)
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wH E E ZE
OKAY SO. HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
It’s not anything bad lmao but it got long so the whole explanation is under the c u t
So for the past couple weeks my laptop has been having major issues with not being able to turn on. I’ve visited the Microsoft site endlessly looking for ways to get it to work and usually if I leave it on the charger for a bit and then do the right button combinations it turns on. Cool. No big deal.
Until last night. When it refused to turn on at all, no matter WHAT I did.
Obviously I started freaking out, bc my computer has a lot of important files on it I didn’t want to lose, including some things for finals (which is THIS WEEK, so I knew if I wasn’t able to revive it I’d be screwed). And I was beating myself up for being such a fucking moron and not backing it up a week ago when the problem started.
So I started looking online for solutions and one that worked for a lot of people was sticking their laptops in the freezer. Something about letting the system cool down and then leaving it out to thaw, I dunno. So I was like, “Well, I don’t have anything to lose at this point” so I wrapped my laptop in a grocery bag and stuck it outside for about an hour (since it was really cold last night). Then I brought it in and let it thaw for 20 minutes, and then I tried turning it on. No luck. I got super frustrated, came upstairs, put my laptop on the charger and went to bed
This morning, however! I came out to see if I could try again to get it to turn on by doing one of the button combinations and BAM. LIFE!!! I almost started crying out of relief
I have no idea what is causing this problem, since there could be multiple different causes. My laptop is 4 years old so it’s getting up there in age. I never updated to Windows 10, so that could be an issue. There’s barely any space on my hard drive, so maybe it’s freaking out since I’m pretty much out of memory. Maybe I just haven’t done all the right Windows updates. I DUNNO, MAN
So right now I’m backing everything up to Dropbox, then I’m gonna clear out some space for my computer, then do any updates I missed. Hopefully that should fix the issue, at least until I can get a new computer in the spring.
So yeah needless to say I had a heart attack and was trying not to panic all night long lmao. I mean even if it hadn’t turned on I was gonna go to the Microsoft store to get it looked at (which I still might do today or tomorrow, once I get everything backed up and stuff). My mom works with some IT folks so I probably would have went with her to work on Monday and asked them to recover my hard drive (but now, luckily, I DON’T have to do that!! Bless.) It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if I lost all my data since the thing I mostly cared about was my art (even then, most of that is on my blog, so no biggie, I just wanted the SAI files with all the layer information) but still it would have been pretty awful so
I’m afraid to take my computer off the charger bc even though I know it can work just fine without it, the shutting off thing happens whenever I do (even if it’s at full battery. I’ll leave it to sleep for a while and that’s when it refuses to turn on). So for now I’m not taking it anywhere unless it’s to get it looked at by professionals lol
And that’s what happened :’))) Hence my enormous freakout
#Shima speaks#Long post#I rub my temples#IT'S FINE NOW OBVIOUSLY. BUT LAST NIGHT I WAS A MESS#That was NOT fun for me
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okay so this is a question post but it’s also in my queue which posts at 3am....so i’m not ignoring you i’m just, asleep, then busy getting ready, then generally busy with my day-i’ll get there.
the question is: do you have any suggestions of good laptops?
Now I know this very much depends on what I intend on doing with said laptop/what I want so
-University mostly, I plan on taking it in to use it there. This is why I’m looking for a new laptop. This is the main reason.
-I will watch videos/movies so something that isn’t entirely shitty at handling that (I cannot tell you how many times I thought my current laptop was going to blow up when I tried to play something)
-On that note, I love a CD/DVD drive (if that’s what it’s called), I know some newer ones don’t have them?? yeah I still watch movies via dvd sometimes and I can only really hear them when I use my laptop, the TV has me straining the entire time to hear anything (woo hearing problems)
-PLEASE. SOMETHING WITH A DECENT BATTERY. Look my first laptop? It was an acer and the battery life actually lasted pretty well for the first year, two years, maybe even three before it dropped. This laptop, my second one, an asus? It’s been like. Two years maybe and I’ve been dealing with an hour long battery life max for one of those. Considering I want to be using it at uni when I might not always have access to somewhere I can charge it-PLEASE. SOMETHING WITH A GOOD BATTERY.
-I don’t really play games anymore but added bonus I guess if it manages that okay because I have weird phases where I drift back
-don’t suggest an apple mac please my dad will disown me if I bring that home and I probably can’t afford it
-On that note my price range is flexible, as my dad told me, decent laptops start around $1500(NZD) and I’ve managed to scrap together enough to go over that comfortably, I don’t have wild amounts of money ok let’s not get crazy but I can do higher
-Smaller laptops would be nice? Because I’ll be carrying it around all day? But if you’re like I have this perfect laptop except it’s 10kg look I’ll start lifting weights or something
-webcam is a bonus i guess, not like they’re ever good
-i mean it literally when I say my laptop is falling apart i push parts back in daily maybe something stable sdfhksdjf
-I think that’s all but it’s late and i need to go to sleep so i’ll just leave it here anyway
I know laptops might differ from country to country but if you see this and you’re like hey this laptop was great for me at uni-please. I don’t know what I should be looking at. I’m so lost when it comes to laptops. These past two? My dad chose. I paid ofc but he picked the ‘best.’ He’s since given up on giving advice bc this one is shit. Even if you’re like well it has a good battery but it doesn’t meet the other things...Dude, I would love a good battery life so much, I don’t need anything else. ok preferably not a snail computer but you get what I mean.
#if you've got a brand#a specific laptop#even if you're like hey you should look for one with [computer language] that's so helpful#i'm so clueless when it comes to laptop brands and types and everything#and ofc contact me however#ask or reply to this or send a message or make your own post and tag me-whatever works#ik i asked y'all a question just before about powerpoint#but y'all are smart and helpful and i'm wondering if I can get some help here too#last question i swear#probably#tomorrow i might ask can i drop out of uni? just tell me no
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hi my new friends ! i thought i was gonna copy and paste this intro from an old group i was in, but i love Torture and thus... rewrote the whole thing with a couple of new tiny details ! i’m jai, 21, she/they, and from the eastern timezone ! uh... this is my first time being in a krp and i kinda recently got into kpop as a whole i’m biased to got7 if you haven’t noticed Yeet, so pls take it easy on me, i’m trying my best ! and.... i hate to be That Person, but discord/ooc chats make me anxious & overwhelmed so i won’t always be in the chat but just know like ... i’m there in spirit. anywhomst, what you do guys say to me introducing you guys to kang while i wait to see if my spanish professor cancels class tomorrow, shall we ?
let’s introduce you to DAO MING ‘KANG’ FENG MIAN, they are a TWENTY EIGHT year old WANG JACKSON lookalike living in HOTEL YONGSAN. this particular CISMALE has been living in Seoul for TWO AND A HALF YEARS and has gained the title of being THE INTANGIBLE CONCEPT during that time, which is probably because of their SCRUPULOUS, OBSERVANT yet DOMINEERING, AGGRESSIVE tendencies. not to mention HE currently works as a RESTAURANT OWNER & HEIR, and can been seen hanging around DONGMAEMUN DESIGN PLAZA in their free time.
MINI MENTIONS OF ASSAULT AND MISCARRIAGE, BUT I DON’T GO INTO DETAIL.
right off the bat, kang’s real name is feng mian but literally no one calls him that now other than his grumpy grandfather. he introduces himself as kang and likes to be addressed as such.
he was born in shanghai to zhang wei ( ceo and director of the london headquarters of the dao ming corp. ) and jinghua ( a former international high fashion model and current cookbook author ). kang doesn’t have any siblings, so he grew up close to his cousins.
the dao ming family business is the dao ming corporation, which is the largest family owned corporation in shanghai and makes the dao ming family the wealthiest in china, with an estimated net worth of $58.9b, and it constantly rises everyday.
the dao ming corporation mostly focuses on financials, luxury real estate, and construction. the current ceo and director is kang’s grandfather, but when he passes away, then kang’s father will take over the company as a whole and kang will lead the london headquarters.
jinghua had a pretty difficult pregnancy with kang ( which is why he’s an only child ), and it was expected that she would have a miscarriage, but kang ended up coming a few weeks earlier than his due date. her pregnancy had already been a public spectacle since their relationship & marriage was already followed and scrutinized, so jinghua and zhang wei decided to raise kang in london. he was 3 when they made the move.
the family settled in the affluent hampstead, london village and kang grew up pretty spoiled. his parents always got him whatever he wanted, but they also weren’t the kind of parents to pass their son off on nannies. despite their own busy careers, zhang wei and jinghua were always there for important events, to tell him goodnight, and greet him when he came home from school.
during his teenage years, as most do, kang went through his rebellious stage. he started not listening and being an overall little dick, but he made sure to bring home the best grades. he knew from a young age that he’d someday be doing his father’s job, and kang hates feeling like a failure, so he always did his best.
when he was sixteen, kang was gifted with a porsche 911 that he would always use to hotbox with his friends. kang got into smoking as a way to calm his nerves ( since he does have generalized anxiety disorder ), but he also liked to do it with his friends because that was their way of hanging out with one another.
fast forward and kang went off to the university of cambridge thanks to his incredible grades on his a-levels ( i hope i got that right i’m a dumb american ), and three and a half years later, kang graduated early and was gifted with the car that would ruin his life for a couple of years: a snow white bentley bentayga.
it’s the summer following kang’s graduation and he goes to a manchester united game with his friends. of course, kang had been drinking ( don’t worry, he wasn’t driving ), but they drove his car to the game. when leaving, kang’s car had been scraped badly by someone who was backing out of his parking space. instead of kang just exchanging insurance info and going to get his car fixed .... he ended up getting into a really bad fight with the stranger.
his friends attempted to get him to stop, and once the police arrived, kang turned his drunken assault on the police. thus, kang was arrested. he was originally charged with public intoxication, assault and battery, and assault on a police officer, but thanks to his fancy pants lawyers and his parents, it was talked down to two years on the charges of assault and assault on an officer.
so, kang spent two years in federal prison.
following his release, kang returned home, but his grandfather saw kang as nothing more than a huge, huge disappointment. he wanted zhang wei and jinghua to cut kang off financially from the family, but they weren’t going to do that to their son. kang spent about three months at home, and during that time he decided he wanted to open a restaurant in seoul.
his parents were supportive, and kang had always loved to cook, so he figured that the restaurant would keep him out of trouble and keep him busy until it was time for him to take over his dad’s portion of the family business.
once he got soba up and running, kang made the move to seoul full time two and a half years ago. over the course of those two years, kang settled into the presidential suite of hotel yongsan and slowly started getting tattoos. he currently has a full sleeve on his left arm, and for now he’s finished, but that’s mostly bc his mom smacked tf out of the back of his head when she saw it for the first time.
PERSONALITY
so, kang’s a momma’s boy even if he doesn’t want to admit it. you know that tumblr post about the boy who cursed really loud, his phone rang and like a second later, in the softest voice he said “hi mama”? that’s kang in a nutshell.
overall, though, he’s a really antagonistic guy. he’s content with being alone, and he doesn’t really like when people play games or joke around too much. all in all, he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t handle his emotions well and he doesn’t really like to have his emotions played with, so just.. don’t press his buttons.
positively, he’s really into a routines and having things in order, so he might panic if something falls out of whack and he doesn’t know how to fix it.
whenever he’s really upset, though, kang will completely shut people out and either spend his time in the kitchen at soba or he’ll shut himself off in his suitte. he likes to give himself time to be alone and it’s kind of his way of managing his anger -- sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. it all truly depends on how angry he was at that moment.
he swears a lot, skips breakfast all the time, and has a bad habit of stress eating amongst other habits. he can be really sarcastic and he doesn’t like letting people in, so good luck getting his can of worms open ! uh, he barely sleeps and wakes up at sunrise, but somehow manages to not look like a zombie so that’s we’re at fam !
as for plots, i’m pretty much open to anything ! best friends, friends with benefits, ex friends with benefits, ex friends, enemies, rivals, family friends, squad, strictly hookups, one night stand, two night stand, hateship, work friends, drunken hookup, flirtationship, ex fling, current fling, ex bf/gf, on and off again, almost gf/bf, workout buddies, neighbors, and literally anything else we could think of ! also, kang doesn’t label his sexuality AT ALL so that’s a lil thing to know when plotting ok !
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- all I'm asking.....is for one....full run through
- dear lord they ran act one and then spent two hours attempting to fix choreography
- notice I said attempting
- You know the older guy I'm working with??? Yeah pretty sure he doesn’t like me
- Just....he gets passive-aggressive when he wants me to do something, and like okay so like. I’m usually like around 10-15 minutes late bc my mom has to drive me and she, you know, can’t just leave her job earlier, and this isn’t New so the directors aware and it’s not an issue. But I got there at like, 10 minutes late, not anything life threatening here, and the dude is like ‘HI Molly! Don’t worry, we changed all the mic batteries for you, we were just thinking, we don’t want Molly to just be sitting around changing batteries’ or something like that. Like that objectively should not have offended me but the TONE.....the INFLECTION....like please dude what did I ever do to you asdfgh
- And like today he wanted me to run the soundboard while he??? did something with the script??? idk. But he wanted to get a desk light up so we could see the soundboard but the control room was locked and this grown man was lowkey about to have a temper tantrum or some shit over the lack of light....let’s clarify I could see the board perfectly fine....and then he was getting mad at me for not dropping everything immediately to help him with the light like dude!!! the show is running!!!! I have to work the soundboard and the sound effects what hand would you like me to climb under the desk with!!!! ugh
- Why do prepubescent boys love getting crushes on me??? what’ s up with that???? it’s been happening since high school. my boobs aren’t even that big please help
- we have like a very bad mic schedule typed out and shit but apparently everyone decided to start calling it a ‘mic matrix’ so they can get annoyed when I don’t know what they‘re talking about!!! Just say ‘hand me the paper’ dear lord
- I just wanna make it clear I'm against the sound effects even existing I think they’re dumb with the show
- A 12 year old girl I don’t know, full volume, from across the stage: MOLLY!!!! MOOOOOOOLLLLLLLYYY!!!!! MOOOOOLLLLLLLY!”
“Yes?”
“I love your shirt (: “
- asdfgh I love kids
- You know how Mufasa sings ‘They Live In You’ in act one and Raffiki sings ‘He Lives In You’ in act two and it’s a whole big Thing. the actors for Mufasa and Raffiki apparently can’t agree on how to pronounce the word ‘mamela’, and it’s like....driving me insane lol
- Lord they finally gave Pumbaa a costume but dear God above....it’s like....a giant face that she hangs around her neck and it covers her midsection. And like, it’s clearly supposed to be Pumbaa as is in the movie, but it doesn’t look like him??? It looks like someone went on cake wars, tried to make a Pumbaa cake, and then they lost that round
- in a dejected tone: “I have to go make.....elephant belts”
- Scar got really into ‘Be Prepared’ and his mask flew off lmao
- MIC SIX GIRL WAS HERE TODAY!!!!!
- She’s playing Simba’s mother and she actually knew her lines!!! But she won’t be here tomorrow!!! That’s right!!! This kid has had 1 rehearsal and it wasn’t even for the full show!!!!!
- kill me
- the Ian kid was trying to do something with a mic case and the mic just went flying out of it and crashed onto the ground and I saw death in his eyes, which, mood
- when the kid playing Mufasa came over the God mic in the finale to say ‘Remember’ everyone just started cracking the fuck up
- OOOOHHH so the guy working lights added some more tonight and I'm not sure if it’s intentional or just, how it worked out with were the theaters lights are place or whatever, but where the lights meet in the middle it kinda creates an effect that kinda looks like the Tree of Life????? hot
- young simba hit a high note in Hakuta Matata like he was supposed to and the dude was like ‘he sounds like a girl’ and I go ‘he’s like, nine,’ and he was like ‘so?’
- ??????? Did this man never hit puberty or something I'm
- she’s got two butterflies on sticks right and every time they come out it looks so dumb bc one of them is swishing gently and the other is roughly and fastly tearing through the air and the kids are like on opposite ends of the stage but they aren’t standing equidistance apart like one is always closer to center and it’s distracting lol
- I can’t think of anything else right now because I'm Tired, but. tomorrow is the last rehearsal. that’s happening. oh my God.
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the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)
part one
- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war”
- Ronan’s second secret #gay
- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him
- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay
- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!
- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds
- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk
- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay
- Gansey and Ronan going to get orange juice at 3:32 am
- “Unlike some people, my sense of worth isn’t tied into my occupation.” “Ooooooh,” Orla crowed… she traded her Henrietta accent for a gloriously snotty version of the Old South. “Someone’s been hanging out with Richard Campbell Gansey the third too much.” orla just came for blue’s life holy shit
- “Jane!” “It’s a wizard in box.” “It will do your homework.” “And it’s been dating your girlfriend.” “Are you all drunk?” hey quick question wtf am i reading
- “Why is the tea so good here?” “I spit in it” Blue Sargent is an icon
“Blue Sargent was pretty in a way that was physically painful to him. He was attracted to her like a heart attack.” not to sound like a cheesy white lady or anything but this shit breathtaking bro
- “What do you want, Adam? What do you need, Adam?… Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes. What do you want, Adam? To feel awake when my eyes are open.” PROTECT THIS ANGEL GET HIM SOME TOILET PAPER WTF (also notice how what he wants continues to drop in difficulty to acquire this is so sad i’m literally a mess)
- “You be careful, Adam Parrish. ‘Cause one day you might get what you ask for. There might be girls in Henrietta who’ll let you talk to them like that, but i’m not one of them.” i really love this woman
- “He [Gansey] was bare-legged and sockless in his Top-Siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made Ronan want to smash his fist through a wall” #gay
- “Adam thinks he saw an apparition at his place” Ronan eyed Noah, “I’m seeing an apparition right now.” this entire relationship is just ronan roasting noah have you ever seen anything so pure
- Noah freaking out about the glitter in the snowglobe #angel
- Ronan paying Adam’s rent i am alive
- Gansey comparing Blue to a platypus
- “He threw me out the window!” “You’re already dead!” amazing
- Blue wanting to get Adam high so he can relax seriously someone let this boy take a nap
- Noah: “Is crack the same thing as speed?”
- Ashley not going into St. Agnes bc she “refuses to participate in a ceremony that doesn’t allow equal spiritual privileges to women” NICE
- Ronan dreaming kavinsky a replica of his white sunglasses after kavinsky gave him a copy of ronan’s leather bands #pettygay
- “and he was the boy with the most beautifully interesting car and the most savagely handsome of friends, Ronan Lynch” #gay
- Gansey: “I love this car. I should buy four more of them. I’ll just open the door of one and fall into the other. One can be a living room, one can be by kitchen, I’ll live in one…” what...the fuck
- Declan coming to give gansey a new battery for the pig and Ronan actually doing the most™ “He hurriedly sprawled back in the seat, throwing one jean-covered leg over the top of Adam’s and laying his head in a posture of thoughtless abandon. By the time Declan arrived, Ronan looked as if he had been asleep for days.” this is so extra omfgggg
- “His [Declan’s] gaze followed his brother’s leg to where it rested on top of Adam’s, and his expression tightened.” dude ronan even your brother is noticing your crush u gotta do better
- Gansey thinking that Ronan tried to kill himself after all this time and then finding out that Ronan was attacked by a dream demon thing #shook
- Gansey and Ronan fighting a different dream demon thing with a box cutter and a crowbar how are these children alive
- “She [Blue] wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps.” This is the least subtle homosexuality metaphor i have ever read in my life (also: Gansey crushing on Blue #nice)
- refer to this post
- “Let’s just go on before Gansey has time to say something that makes me hate him” lmao
- “The air was stained permanently with the pleasant odor of Ronan’s childhood: hickory smoke and boxwood, grass and seed and lemon cleaner. ‘I remember,’ Gansey said thoughtfully to Ronan, ‘when you used to smell like this’” #gay
- Dream toaster
- “I am being perfectly fucking civil” #iconic
- “Don’t fucking swear” #iconic pt 2
- Calla preforming arial yoga through the continuation of Ronan’s reading
- The entire time they are on the boat adam and gansey have the biggest hard-ons for orla and blue wants to die/kill them and ronan is disgusted
- ronan complains about the heat like 600 times i love my dramatic son
- Gansey finding the skin of blue’s calf more “tantalizing” than orla’s entire torso boiiiii if u dont get!!!!!
- “Blue cheerfully spit a mouthful of brown water on his boat shoes.” she’s doing god’s work
- “He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was.” I’m emo
- “Gansey, pacing next to his ruined miniature Henrietta, set his eyes on Ronan. There was something intense and heedless in them. There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam’s taming presence.” The fact that adam calms gansey down is so pure and i cannot believe this is canon (also: blue also calms gansey down... i love my bisexual son)
- Gansey being badass asf when him and ronan go to confront kavinsky about breaking in the apartment and ronan going super heart-eyes
- also i am convinced that this scene is dick’s bi awakening
- “…Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reason’s why he couldn’t say it” #GAY
- “While i’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.” #REALLYGAY
- no one in fox way can work a cellphone maura literally had to get blue to make the gray man’s voicemail work
- Ronan blowing a kiss to gansey and adam when they are flying away in the helicopter i fucking hate him jsjsjs
- Helen asking if Adam wants to go into the whole foods with her and adam just stares at her. me too buddy
- “’Pigmy Pouters. Feisty ones!’ Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.” adam parrish laughing: a concept
- Blue finally admitting to herself that she likes Gansey while laying in his bed
- “I’d ask you out, if i was alive” “i’d say yes” :(((((
- the fact that adam’s dad actually pushed my manz down the stairs at one point i will personally fight robert parrish
- “This is Adam Parrish. Shake his hand. He’s more clever than I am. One day we’ll be throwing one of these shindigs for him.” MY HEART
- Adam literally filling up a whole page describing helen #bi
- when helen asks why ronan wasn’t with them, adam and gansey both get the mental image of the house burning down lmao
- “you gonna race with those shades on, you Bulgarian mobster Jersey trash piece of shit?” he’s so elegant with words!!!1111!!!
- Ronan thinking Kavinsky is beautiful um this is gross but #gay
- Gansey calling Blue to calm him down just because she makes him feel “uneven and shattered” im fucking emo
- Kavinsky calling gansey literally anything BUT his name: “Dick three” “dick dick dick” “Dickie”
- Ronan figuring out how to master his dreams and then leaving kavinsky #scammer
- to be honest i cannot believe helen and gansey managed to convince adam about the hondoyota with the literal SKIT they used
- “HEY, OLD MAN!” “Ronan!” ANGELS
- ronan apologizing for wrecking the pig and Gansey actually not believing his ears.
- “Hey, Churchill tried to negotiate with hitler.” “Did he?” don’t argue with boat shoe about history this man will rip you to shreds
- pink switchblade
- “Times circular, chicken”
- BLUE GOING OFF ON ADAM IM JUST ABOUT TO QUOTE THE WHOLE ROAST
- THE WHOLE ROAST: “Politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-” “i didn’t know that you-” “thats my point! did it even occur to you? You wouldn’t have gone someplace without Gansey, though. You two make a grand couple! kiss him! (lmao) Well, i don’t want to be just someone to kiss. I want to be a real friend, too. Not just someone who’s fun to have around because- because I have breast!” GO OFF BITCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Adam calling Blue a raging feminist like do boys not know that this is a complement like yes this is the angle i am going for thanks for noticing
- Gansey and Blue’s first drive together #i #am #emo
- “Jane, in this light you... Jesus. Jesus. I’ve got to get my head straight.” MURDER ME
- When Adam woke up at fox way after being asleep for 24 hours or whatever he drank four glasses for pomegranate juice and three cups of tea and then left in the span of ten minutes. i know sometimes these kids act like they are 50 years old but....this is a teenage boy
- “It was against Ronan’s nature to appear overly interested in anything.” HES SO EXTRA
- Grey man: “But it wasn’t personal.” Ronan: “It. Was. To. Me.” :((((((((((( also i’m pretty sure neil josten said the same thing to that police officer one time i love parallels.
- “when ronan thought of gansey, he thought moving into monmouth manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of gansey asking for the grey man for his life. Brothers.” kill. me.
- kavinsky dying #goodshit
#the raven cycle#pynch#bluesey#trc#adam parrish#ronan lynch#gansey#blue sargent#noah czerny#trc edit#BLLB IS NEXT IM SO EXCITED TO RE READ#anyways here u go nerds
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Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!
Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did.
Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhatangsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!
All’s Fair - Part 3
WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is forthe smut. SMUT I SAY!
A/N: HR inthis instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence inthis, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.
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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stareup and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehiclesunder black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search throughthe pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up mypacking job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find thekeys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk,rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at homekeychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distantgrowl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air pressesdown on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.
It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the redREMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. Idon’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime lastweek, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here tomeet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am notprepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotatorflight and an empty stomach.
Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shutand lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunkonto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the keyfob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve gotjumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others havealready gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from medschool. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think.At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.
Finally, my car honks back at me and I trudgethree aisles over towards the sound. Think it’s rough remembering where youparked your car after a thirty minute trip into a grocery store? Tryremembering where the fuck you parked it in a long term lot after a year longdeployment. I drop everything when I reach my Jeep. Unceremonious and messy.Fuck the Army and it’s obsession with order.
It takes me a few tries to get the cover off mycar and folded up enough to shove it in the back. My footlocker and duffle goin next. The pack goes on the front seat since it contains my wallet, such asit is. I climb into the driver’s seat and roll back enough of the canvas sothat I’ll be able to feel the breeze. Keys in the ignition and I freeze, oncemore staring at the bright red tag.
Peeta gave it to me right before my firstdeployment, in a black velvet box that looked like it contained a fancynecklace. Which it did. A single, luminescent pearl on a silver chain nestledunderneath a layer of padding, but on top had been this keychain. I’d laughednervously and shoved his face away from me when I saw the tag, but then he’dshown me what he’d bought for himself...a red, white, and blue double Akeychain. The emblem of the 82nd Airborne. My unit. They were meant to be asymbol. When we saw the keychains that ought to belong to each other, then we’dknow we were home.
The C-130 must be warmed up because the tone ofit changes, softens as it faces a different direction. Turning up the taxiway,preparing for takeoff. I wonder what they’re doing tonight. Dropping bundles?Cargo? Jumpers? Or maybe they’re just making proficiency runs. Either way, Iknow Peeta’s not with them.
“Come on baby, don’t let me down,” I mutter andcrank the engine. She starts rough but she does turn over. I throw my coveronto the passenger side floorboard, needing to feel the wind in my croppedshort hair after months of it being stifled beneath a kevlar helmet.
As I leave the lot, I make a last minutedecision, turning towards the airfield instead of the main gate. I just want tobe sure. I’d call, but my phone’s buried in the back and I didn’t think to pullit out while I was searching for my keys. And maybe I’m not ready to face thesilence of an empty house.
The drive is refreshing, but when I reach theairlift wing’s long term parking lot, I realize what a mistake this was. Theirsis almost as full as ours. I drive up one aisle and down the next, slowing everytime I see anything that might be silver. I find it in the fourth aisle.Peeta’s dark silver Mustang, parked next to a black Silverado, a layer ofpollen coating it, obscuring the color. I grip my steering wheel and stare atthe car for a moment. Then I force myself to leave.
I’ll be going home to an empty house.
The lights in town feel blindingly bright.Foreign after a year in the desert. When I tip my head back, I can barely makeout a handful of stars as they emerge into the night sky. At a red light, agroup of teens in a Tahoe with all the windows down stops next to me, laughingand singing along with their music. Once more, I’m massaging my steering wheeland trying to find my place in this world. It’s familiar and still disturbing.The lights and the colors too bright, the sounds too much like a dull roar, apounding in the skull.
It’s when I pass a McDonald’s and my stomachgrowls painfully that I realize I’ll be going home to an empty pantry, too.There might be a can of soup or something, but nothing fresh. No one’s lived inthat house for six months and I didn’t think to ask Eddy, our neighbor’s kid,to stock the pantry for us. He was just keeping an eye on the place,maintaining the yard, and bringing in any mail. It’ll all be junk, but it’sbetter than leaving it to piss off the mail carrier.
With a sigh, I pull into a grocery store thatlooks new, hoping they have a deli still open so I can get something alreadycooked and warm. I make it quick, though I do spend a few minutes debatingbetween macaroni or potato salad to go with my rotisserie chicken.Choices...something else that feels incongruously familiar. They’ve got abakery, too, and I add a loaf to my basket for dinner, and a couple bagels soI’ve at least got something to eat for breakfast, not caring that they’ll be alittle stale. I’ve eaten worse. I’ll come back tomorrow for a real groceryshopping trip.
I use the self checkout lane, though, becausethe last thing I want right now is attention called to me in the form of achatty cashier or someone wanting to thank me for my service. Most of them meanwell, but sometimes it’s hard to know what to say in response. ‘You’rewelcome?’ Arrogant. ‘Thank you?’ For what exactly? Thanking mefirst? ‘Just glad to serve my country?’ Yeah, tell that to Darius andhis family… I shake myself and gather my groceries before rushing out of thestore.
Once I’m safely back in my Jeep with nounnecessary human interactions, I breathe easier. She starts up like a dreamthis time and I drive home, only freaking out at one plastic bag as the windmakes it drift across my path. Pretty good, considering.
“Here goes nothing,” I say and reach up to pressthe button to my garage door opener. Nothing. Car battery lasted. Remotebattery did not. Time for the car and door dance. By the time I get my Jeep inthe garage, I add grouchy to my list of feelings. My pack goes inside with meand my food. The rest can wait.
The house is dark and smells musty. I open a fewwindows to air it out, humidity be damned, and flip on a couple lights so it’snot as depressing. Then I eat -- with a real fork, off a plate that I’ll haveto wash -- in about four minutes. Which is savoring my meal, by the way.
Once I’ve placed my leftovers in the fridge, Iget the rest of my shit inside and in the bedroom, glaring at the neatly madebed. Starting the shower, I toss crap from my trunk until I find my phone andplug it in. Then I wait for the thing to turn back on and for the water to warmup. I’ve got one voicemail from Prim. I’ll call her after my shower.
I leave my cams on the floor in a pile. I’llshove all of it in the washing machine later. The good thing about shampoo andsoap is that they don’t go bad, although there’s a strange crust around thecaps. I wash quickly, watching the murky water drain away sand and three daysworth of funk layered over remnants from months of half-assed showers.Normally, I’d be in a rush. Limited water and somewhere to be in five minutesmeans that when we got them, showers weren’t luxurious or even very efficient.They were just fast.
Standing under the clear, steaming stream, I tryto relax. To enjoy the luxury. But I can only manage a few extra minutes beforeI start to feel ansty and get out. It’s silly, but once I dry off and am standingin my underwear, staring at my drawer full of pajamas, I hesitate. Instead, Iyank open one of Peeta’s drawers, finger the neatly folded cotton shirts beforefinally dragging one over my body. The shirt smells stale as well, from it’smonths untouched in storage, but as long as I don’t inhale too deeply, I cansort of pretend that it’s his arms holding me. I comb through my hair andsettle on the bed to call Prim.
“Hey! Welcome home!”
“Hi, Prim,” I say and smile for the first timesince stepping off the plane.
“Oh my gosh! I can actually hear you! Nostatic!”
“Just one of the many perks of being stateside,”I say and look around the room. Prim prattles on for several minutes aboutschool and how excited she is to see me in a few days. I try to remaincheerful, but it’s not easy. All I can think about is how her life continueduninterrupted while I dodged bullets, sent a friend home in a casket, and camehome to a stale house.
“You okay?” Prim asks, cutting into my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say automatically. “Why?”
“I asked if you’d be bringing Peeta when youcome home in a few days and you didn’t answer.”
“Sorry, Duck,” I say. “I spaced out. It was kindof a long flight home.”
“I’ll bet,” she says then waits for my answer.
“I don’t know. He was supposed to be back lastweek, but he’s not, so…”
“I’m sure he’s okay,” Prim says and goes on tosuggest that he can always catch up to us after he gets back, but her wordsopen the gates of fears and worries that I’ve kept carefully under lock andkey.
I maneuver awkwardly through the rest of ourconversation until I remind her how tired I am. When we hang up, I sit rigidand at war with myself. And even though I already know what's going to happen,I press Peeta's name and hold the phone to my ear.
Straight to his voicemail, but I listen anyways.Just to hear his voice for a few seconds, something I haven't heard in sixmonths. I disconnect before the beep and power my phone down then toss it onthe nightstand to charge the rest of the way, wondering if he ever called myphone during those six months he was here and I was not, just to hear my voice.I hug a pillow to my chest before laying down. I squeeze my eyes shut and ordermy body to sleep, but as exhausted as I am, I can’t seem to relax. The sheetscarry a musty smell of their own that makes my nose wrinkle, and they feelcold.
Four months. I haven’t seen him in four months,and even then, it was thirty seconds from a distance and a twist of luck. On atarmac in Baghdad while we were piling into the back of one plane, he waspre-flighting another. At least, I think it was him. We didn’t get a chance totalk. And I’m not even sure he saw me or knew I was there. Since his deploymentwas six months versus my year, we kept in touch better while he was stateside.Skype and e-mail, when I was lucky to stop at a base with internet. Theoccasional letter or phone call. But once he was in the desert too, all but theemails stopped. We just kept missing each other and it was more frustratingthan anything else.
With a low growl, I shove myself off the bed,dragging the spring green duvet into the living room with me. I plop on thecouch and turn on the TV, hoping it will numb me into slumber.
It doesn’t.
News channels covering events I know littleabout, since I was isolated from current events at home for a year other thanthe tidbits Mom, and Prim, and Peeta while he could, would send to me in theirletters. When I stumble across war coverage on one channel, I pause, butquickly move on. I live it. I don’t need them telling me what it’s like.Besides, there’s a small part of me that’s terrified that the next breakingstory will be about a plane crash.
The rest of the channels disappoint just asmuch. Petty squabbles on reality shows. Commercials and other fluff. It’s justlike talking to Prim only magnified. This used to be my life, I think as I turnthe TV back off and wander into the kitchen. I eat one of the bagels I’d meantfor breakfast just to have something normal to do.
When I finally shove myself back into bed, it’swith little hope of sleeping. Still, I try, and I must succeed because I seethings, some of them real, others more difficult to pinpoint. Sergeant Chaffyelling over the pop of gunfire. A woman racing into the streets to enfold herchild into the black billows of her dress before collapsing and crying over hisbody. Peeta’s smile. The ringing in my ears when a grenade went off close by,drowning out the shouts and gunfire that followed. A door kicked in beneath atan boot. Darius laughing the second before the IED went off. A fireball and atower of smoke against an azure sky, the twisted wreckage of a plane’s tail.
I gasp and wake up, sweating and trembling.Slowly, I manage to get ahold of my breathing and stand, walking slowly to thebathroom to splash water on my face in the dark. I gulp down a few handfuls andthen return to bed, stripping the duvet off first and using only the sheet.Staring at the ceiling as I wait for morning or sleep, whichever arrives first.I can’t tell which one it is, drifting in and out of dreams. Even when I see myroom, there’s Gale, detailing a strategy for clearing a street, his neckbandaged. My mother humming as she rocks in a rocking chair and sews. Theconstant, choking brown haze of a dust storm.
I am a stranger in my own life.
When I wake again, it’s late afternoon. Atleast, that’s what my clock says. The room is dark, the curtains drawn, so I’mnot sure that I’m not still asleep. I roll onto my stomach and stare throughscratchy eyes at what should be the empty space beside me. Only, there’s a bodythere, stomach down and faced away from me. My mouth goes dry and I hope it’snot a nightmare. I wouldn’t put it past my twisted brain to imagine him lyingdead beside me.
Reaching out, I poke his ribs and he startles.It takes him a moment, but he finally turns his head to look at me, his eyesbloodshot and dark circles beneath them.
“You look a little rough for a dream,” I tellhim and he blinks at me, confused. “And quiet, too. That’s how I know you’renot real. If you were, you’d have already said ten witty things.”
“Too tired,” he mumbles behind a yawn.
“You should've already been here,” I mutter, thefear of what could go wrong still clinging to me.
“Plane broke and we had to divert to Turkey.Then we got stuck waiting for parts. I called you as soon as we had a takeofftime from Canada, but your phone was off,” he says and I shrug.
“No one I wanted to talk to,” I tell him.
“Ouch,” he says and I scoot closer, hoping dreamPeeta feels half as good as real Peeta. He opens his arms and I snuggle againsthis body. My subconscious has at least gotten the incredible warmth that heemits right.
“You smell good,” I murmur and fist his shirt inmy hand.
“I better. I just got back two hours ago andtook a shower first thing.”
“You got naked without me,” I accuse. “Who’s incharge of this dream anyways?”
“You were out cold when I got in. Didn't want todisturb you. How long have you been home?”
“No idea. Tell you when I wake up.”
“Katniss,” Peeta says softly. “You are awake.”
I open one eye and look up at Peeta. Reachingout, I pat his cheek and he smiles.
“You didn’t wake me!” I shout and scrambleupright in the bed and put space between us. I’m not sure if I’m more angryover the fact that he climbed into bed without waking me or that by leaving myphone off, I missed the chance to be there for him when he landed. But he justlays there, watching me with tired blue eyes.
“I didn’t wake you,” he says softly, one handreaching for me and falling short on the bed, “because you looked so peacefuland wonderful, and all I wanted to do was to sleep next to you for a few hours.Just sleep with the knowledge that I wouldn't be alerted soon, and withouthaving to block out the sound of mortar shells.”
“How's that working out for you?” I ask,resenting the fact that he's the one who brought it up, reminded me that hewasn't all that much safer than I was over there. He shrugs.
“Not so well. It's so quiet here.”
“Yeah,” I say and fold my hands in my lap as weadd to the silence. Staring at one another, neither one of us knowing what tosay, and I wonder if I will feel like an interloper in this part of my lifetoo, caught in a world I no longer understand. I search his blue eyes for somehint of the person I left a year ago. His eyes are the same color, but they'reguarded. Maybe even frightened. And defensive. I don't know how to talk to thisperson.
“This is weird, isn't it?” I whisper. He bracesa hand on the mattress and sits up so our eyes are on the same level, but hedoesn't reach for me again.
“Feels that way, doesn't it?” he asks.
“Prim wanted to know if you’d be coming with menext week.”
“Yeah. If you want me too,” he says and I nod,because what am I supposed to say to this cautious dance around each other.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“I could eat,” he says. We make our way into thekitchen and eat the rest of my chicken, salad, and bread from dinner lastnight. In silence. And we don't touch one another.
I try to summon some sort of feeling. But I'm sotired of fighting and I know he must be too. Maybe it's too late for us.
Two years of visits here and there while he wentthrough his training pipeline, existing on phone calls and quick weekends inwhich we tried to cram months worth of time missing each other. But there wasalways another absence looming on the horizon, and in those absences, it becamenecessary to survive alone. Without each other.
He fought to get an assignment that somewhatmatched up with mine, requesting an airframe that others in his service oftenlook down on, shocking his superiors when he wanted and pursued a heavy insteadof a sleek shiny fighter. Requesting a base slated for closure just because itwas attached to the fort I was assigned to. Fought to line up our deploymentsso we weren't waving at one another as we swapped places. And now, each of ustwo deployments in, I wonder if we spent so much time and effort trying to betogether that we don't know how to exist together anymore.
He flicks crumbs across his plate as we sit insilence, his foot bouncing nervously beneath the table. It's a twitch he'snever had before and I don't know what to think of it. Shouldn't we be happy?Crawling all over one another and ravenous?
Peeta takes a deep breath and I look up to findhim already watching me. “Think I'll unpack...since I'm awake now.”
“Okay,” I say, pushing away the guilt that Iwoke him after so little sleep when I’ve wasted almost an entire day moping inbed.
We move around one another, returning personalitems to their places, shoving one load after another into the washing machine,wiping away the fine layer of powdered sand that’s accumulated on almosteverything. We barely speak, just two ghosts sharing a house. I'm not even sureI'd call it a home.
“Grocery shopping?” he suggests after we'vestored our footlockers in the garage and I nod. I can't even look at him as wedress, afraid I'll find new scars or markings on his body that tell the talesof whatever horrors he lived through. And I don't feel his eyes on me either.
“Your car or mine?” he asks softly as he doubleknots his shoes.
“Mine,” I say automatically, and he nods butstill tucks his keys into his jeans pocket. I catch a brief glimpse of hisairborne keychain, dulled a little but still attached to his house key.
We limit our conversation to the necessary whilewe drive to the grocery store, and while we fill our cart. At one point, herests a palm on the small of my back as he leans around me to grab a box ofcrackers while I read a label and try not to fall apart at the minute touch.The heat of his hand sears through my shirt, and I lean back into it. When hemoves away, the disappointment rushes through me, swift and painful.
He tosses the box of crackers into the cart andlooks back at me, a small and hesitant smile curving his lips up just on oneside. And I can't take it anymore, pretending like everything's normal and fineand I’m not five seconds from falling apart. I drop the saltines on the groundand fling myself at him.
He only hesitates a second before his arms surgearound me and he buries his face in my neck, releasing a quiet shuddering noisethat might be a sob or a sigh of relief. I still shake with fears anduncertainties, my fingers digging into the back of his neck to make sure hedoesn't vanish from my arms. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips touchmy neck. And I don't care that we're in the middle of a grocery store with adozen people muttering in discontent as they have to maneuver their cartsaround us.
“What’s happening to us, Katniss?” he whispers,and I know he’s not talking about the nightmares or the shortened tempers, butthe apathy. The need to not make a big deal out of things, not even a reunionafter an entire year apart. Or the fact that it’s easier to ignore the possibilityof hurt or death or worse because if you think about it, you’ll go mad.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“I missed you so much it physically hurts,” hesays, his arms shaking against me for a moment. I think about how many timesthese arms have been my refuge from the world. Always so warm and strong.
“Me, too,” I admit. But we’ve opened thefloodgates and words pour forth from his lips.
“It was bad enough being here and watching thenews. I’d go fucking crazy watching it, looking for you in the footage, hopingI’d get just a glimpse of you and dreading it at the same time. But being therewas a million times worse. Every time we got called for medevac or to moveH.R., I’d feel ill, certain that I’d be seeing your face or your name on acasket and knowing it’d be more than I could bear. Katniss, I don’t know if I’dever be happy again if I lost you.”
My eyes burn with unshed tears. I should tellhim about my nightmares, too. RPG’s and planes shot from the sky. The wordsstick in my throat, and then someone behind us clears theirs impatiently. Iswipe at my eyes as Peeta releases me and we step apart enough to look at theintruder.
“Excuse me. You’re blocking the shelf,” shesays, oblivious to or blatantly ignoring the obvious tears in both our eyes. Areminder that this is not the place for either of us to break down. Not with anaudience.
“Thank you for your patience,” Peeta says toher, bending to scoop the dropped box of crackers off the floor and depositingit in our cart as we walk away. Only this time, we join hands and each use onehand to steer the cart.
Our conversation is still somewhat stilted afterthat, and maybe it will be for awhile as we adjust back to each other’spresence, to the comfort of relative safety and the absence of the fears of thenight.
We pay for our groceries and I manage to get ushome without incident. As I cut off the engine, Peeta reaches out a hand tosqueeze my thigh and I look up at him while I press to shut the garage door,the remote now with a fresh battery. His thumb rubs up and down my thigh, asoothing touch along a rubbed raw nerve.
The air around us already hangs heavy withhumidity, but under his steady gaze, it thickens until it’s almost stifling. Heleans towards me and my grip on the steering wheel tightens. Peeta haltshalfway between us, his eyes flickering down to my mouth and then away with anearly inaudible sigh. For now, I will ignore the voice in the back of my headthat insists there’s no point. One or both of us will just be heading back outthe door in six to twelve months. A seesaw of adjustment to life and thensurvival. Or maybe they’re just two different kinds of survival. But I refuseto let this wall stand between us a second longer.
With my hands firm on the steering wheel, I moveto meet him over the gearshift and capture his lips with mine. His fingers onmy thigh clench and he brings his other hand up to hold me to him, his palmwarm on the side of my neck, his thumb tracing a path from the corner of mymouth to the edge of my jaw and back again. And I can't believe we waited thislong. I let go of the steering wheel and grip his shirt instead, yankingroughly on the fabric, needlessly because he’s not pulling back or going anywhere.
He tilts his head and I open my mouth withouthim asking, because I need this kiss right now. Right here. The soft tremorthat shakes through me at the first touch of his tongue to mine. We are sloppyand graceless, but one kiss only makes me want more. All too soon, though,Peeta gently separates our mouths with one last suckle of my bottom lip betweenhis.
“We should get the cold items put away beforethey all melt,” he croaks and I nod, although I’d much rather kiss him for thenext hour. Releasing my leg to open his door, Peeta kisses the tip of my noseand smiles at me.
With each mundane task that we complete, thegaping wound between us knits together. A gradual healing. By the time we’vefinished putting our groceries away and managed to prepare and consume a meallike human beings, I’m thinking of tonight, about spooning with him in bed,less in terms of something we just do and more in terms of the comfort that itmight provide.
When Peeta stifles a massive yawn, I suggestheading to bed, even though I’m not tired yet. He has to be beyond exhausted.Within seconds of crawling into bed, his breathing evens out and I lay in thecircle of his arms, listening to the calm sounds of spring outside our openwindow.
Eventually, sleep takes me as well, and while Istill see things I’d rather not, they’re easier to face with Peeta’s arms warmand steady around me.
Some time during the night, I wake to darknessand feather soft touches drifting up and down my side, beneath my shirt, aroundto my belly and up my ribs, back down and around to my side. Over my hip, thetouches dulled through the fabric of my shorts, igniting on my thighs before hereturns to my torso. For a second, I wonder if he’s even awake, but then hislips brush over my neck and I shiver. Peeta’s touches halt and I bite my lip,wanting him to continue.
“Why’d you stop?” I finally whisper.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers back.
“I don’t mind,” I say and rest my hand over his,guiding it in the soft caresses for a moment before I tuck my hands beneath mycheek and relax into his touch as he continues unguided. Each delicate brush ofhis fingers lulls me deeper into a boneless state of bliss, reminding me ofjust how starved I’ve been for something like this, for the softness of hisloving touches. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness.
“You know what I’m thinking about?” he whispersand kisses the back of my neck.
“No,” I murmur, content to lay here and let himkeep doing what he’s doing.
“I’m thinking about that quart of chocolate icecream in the freezer.” It’s not what I was expecting him to say, but my eyesjump open as the idea takes hold.
“You have my attention,” I say and he chucklesbefore kissing my neck again. Then he’s up and tugging me off the bed. We hurryinto the kitchen, laughing as I slide across the floor in my socked feet. Peetagrabs the ice cream while I get the bowls and spoons. Within minutes, we’reseated at the table and enjoying the frozen treat.
“Dear diary,” I say as I moan around my firstspoonful and then stare at the smeared reflection of my face in the bowl of thespoon. “It has been seven months since my last ice cream. And even then, it wasmelted by the time I got to eat it.”
“That’s just sad,” Peeta says and grabs thecontainer, adding another scoop to mine. “You need to catch up.”
“That’s a lot of empty calories,” I protest andhe shakes his head.
“We’ll burn them off later,” he says, andalthough the comment could be perfectly innocent, my stomach does a strangeflip and warmth pools in my chest in spite of the freezing chocolate in mymouth.
Peeta keeps eating, oblivious to the effect ofhis comment, and so I continue to spoon one bite after another into my mouth,savoring it like I haven’t savored anything in months. In between bites, wemanage to open a little more, share a few of the lighter tales of our timeoverseas. It’s relaxing, sitting here enjoying a midnight snack, him in hisboxer briefs and a plain white t-shirt, me in my pajama shorts and a tank top.It feels like something we could do everyday, made special in its normalcy.Eventually, though, our spoons both scrape our bowls to get the last melteddrops. I tip my bowl up and drink what the spoon can’t get.
“Are they useful calories if they’re slurped?”Peeta asks. When I lower my bowl to scowl at him, he’s grinning, blue eyessparkling in laughter. And for just a second, I see the eyes of the boy I fellin love with in the face of the man I still can’t survive without. My bowl hitsthe table with a loud clink and I wrinkle my nose at him. He bites hislip, like he’s trying not to laugh out loud.
“What?” I ask sharply.
“Nothing,” he says as he gathers both our bowlsand rinses them before loading them in the dishwasher. I toss the ice creamback in the freezer and set my hands on my hips to glare at him. “It’s just,you’ve got some ice cream on your chin.”
I swipe at my chin as unwanted heat floods mycheeks and spreads down my neck. Here I was thinking maybe our relaxing midnightsnack would help us leap the last unspoken hurdle, and I can’t even eat like anadult. Oh so sexy. But Peeta’s smile won’t be contained as he moves to stand infront of me and lifts his hand to my face.
“You missed,” he whispers, swiping his thumbover my chin. “And you call yourself a sharp shooter.”
His hand leaves me and his eyes still dance withmirth as he sucks the ice cream from his skin. In a flash, I am heated andrestless, unable to look away from his pink lips as they pucker around histhumb or the deep pools of blue as he watches me.
“That was mine,” I whisper and he pauses withhis thumb still in his mouth. When he removes it, the silence of the kitchenshatters with the soft sucking noise of release.
“Come and get it,” he breathes. We stare at oneanother for what feels like ages, the moment strung tighter than a bow ready tofire. We snap at the same time, mouths colliding and hands grasping shirts andhair.
Peeta steps forward, forcing me back until I’msandwiched between him and the refrigerator. His mouth slants over mine againand again, ravenous and demanding. I can’t tell my moans from his as Ifrantically relearn the feel of his hair, the back of his neck, his shouldersbeneath a soft cotton shirt. The taste of his tongue and the ridges of hismouth. When his hand cups my breast and kneads it in the same rhythm as thehand massaging the back of my neck, my fingers clench, scraping my nails overhis skin. His hips thrust into me and we both moan as my stomach somersaultsfrom hungry to rapacious.
Peeta flattens his body against mine and triesto say something that gets lost between our joined lips. His arms circle me, asteel band of support and I lift my feet to wrap my legs around his hips,trusting that he won’t drop me. With careful steps, he walks us back to thebedroom, but I refuse to stop kissing him. A year. An entire yearwithout his lips and hands on me.
We need to catch up.
When his knees hit the bed, our mouths joltapart and I giggle as we flop onto it, Peeta’s hands and the soft mattressbracing the fall as we bounce and he smiles at me before he resumes kissing me,our hips pressed together as we shift restlessly against one another. My feetcaress over the backs of his thighs and his hands encourage me, skimming overmy legs and grasping my ankle to wrap my leg around him again.
I want our shirts off. I can feel the heat ofhim burning through the fabric that still separates us. I want it unfilteredand undiluted on my bare skin. But I don’t want to stop kissing him to tell himthat either, so I leave the clothes and let the need build and scratch at thehairs on his neck and the back of his head.
After who knows how many minutes of this, hecomes up panting and tears at my shirt. Relieved, I arch my back and lift myarms so he can remove it to throw it across the room. I’m expecting him to takehis off, too, and gasp as he instead fuses our mouths together, the cotton ofhis shirt dragging over my nipples. The unexpected stimulation does wickedthings to my nerves, my legs pulling him closer in response, until the hardridge of his arousal presses into the soft folds of mine. His hips buck in myembrace, the sudden pressure sending a frisson of need all the way out to myfingertips.
“Katniss,” he gasps as he lifts his head to transferhis mouth to my throat. Each word he speaks is kissed into my skin, lower andlower on my body. “Hold. Onto. Something,” he warns, pausing only to give eachbreast one quick, hard suck and a moan of appreciation before he moves on. “Ihave an entire year of not tasting you to make up for.” Until he reaches mypajama shorts and silently slides them and my panties down my legs, lays mebare to his gaze. I slip my hands beneath the pillow and grab hold of it whilehe stares at me.
“Say something,” I whisper when he remains quietand still, staring between my legs beyond the point where I am still confidentin his desire for me.
“Words aren’t enough to describe how incredibleyou are. I’ll just have to show you,” he murmurs.
The bed bounces as he drops heavily between mylegs. With no warning or preamble, he wraps his hands beneath my thighs andholds me open, his mouth descends and he moans loudly as he suckles my folds.At first, I squirm, the sensation of being licked there distant and no longerfamiliar. But Peeta doesn’t let me hide behind shyness or uncertainty. Hismouth is on a quest, and before long, I’ve forgotten time and distance,writhing beneath the onslaught that sets my entire body aflame with need.
I grip his hair and then mine. The sheets andthen his hair again. I watch him until I can’t, my body taking over andbanishing thought in favor of feeling as I crest and shudder, moaning gibberishinto the night.
Instead of stopping, though, Peeta keeps going.His tongue pushing deep inside me to drink of me as I tremble and yell that Ican’t. But apparently, I can, as he sends me careening over another peak whenhe flicks his tongue over my clit then sucks it into his mouth.
Falling limp, on the bed, I gasp for air andgroan in beautiful agony. Still, Peeta gives me no reprieve, sliding his handsover my legs until he grips my calves and pushes my knees up until they touchmy ribs.
“Peeta, please,” I beg, unable to articulate thesearing feeling I can’t escape as his mouth continues it’s sweet torment. Hetakes it to mean that I want another, but it feels so good that each swipe ofhis tongue actually hurts. “Too much,” I finally manage to gasp.
Undeterred, Peeta’s head shakes as though he’stelling me “no,” but the result is a streak of pleasure so acute that I screamand kick wildly, thrashing on the bed violently enough to unseat him.
“Fuck!” I hear him exclaim, followed by a loudthud, but I am so lost in the shudders still wracking my body that I don’trealize what’s happened until the pounding of my heart calms enough for me tohear clearly again. It’s only then that I notice that Peeta’s not between mylegs any more. Not even touching me nor even on the bed.
“Peeta?” I ask hesitantly and his laughterdrifts up to me from the floor at the foot of the bed. Gathering my wits, Ishift to the edge and peer down at him. He’s lying on his back, looking up atme with a pleased grin on his face, one hand behind his head and the otherresting leisurely on his stomach. If it weren’t for the obvious strain of hiscock against the cotton of his briefs, I’d think he was just reclining downthere to get a rest.
“What happened?” I ask, self-consciously runninga hand through my own hair and tucking strands back behind my ears.
“You came so hard, you kicked me off the bed,”he says, but he doesn’t seem too upset about it. He reaches up and grasps mywrist. “Come here.”
I squeal as he tugs me over the edge and ontohis chest, but then I let go any embarrassment or doubt as he pulls me down tokiss him again. This time, it’s leisurely, allowing me a chance to recover fromwhatever the hell it is he just did to me. He reaches up and yanks the duvetdown to cover us both as he ends the kiss, his arms cuddle me to his chest andI settle my head on his shoulder. He’s still hard against me, but doesn’t seemto be in a rush to find his own relief. As it was when I woke earlier, his handtraces delicately over my skin, my back this time.
A restless longing takes place in my breast, andeven though he seems content to take things slow, this kind of hunger won’t besated easily. When he makes no move, I push myself off his chest and sit,straddling his hips.
“Where’re you going?” he asks quietly.
“Nowhere,” I tell him, but make my fingers walkdown his torso towards myself.
His eyes jump between my hands and my face as Iwatch him for any sign that he doesn’t want this as much as I do, but when myfingers curl beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, he lifts his hips fromthe floor and pushes them down his legs. I move my hips, dragging my still wetlips over the length of his cock. With a curse, Peeta drops his hips back tothe floor, his shorts still somewhere on his legs as I take him in hand andkeep up the steady revolutions of my hips over him, sliding him through both myhand and my lips.
“Oh fuck me, that feels like heaven,” he groans,eyes riveted to what I’m doing to him. I bite my lip and brace a hand on histhigh, and even though I just came three times on the bed, I already wantanother. Heat and blood pulse through me as I move and Peeta whines a little,his hands massaging my thighs.
I started this to tease him, but it quickly hasme just as excited as him. I let go of his cock and instead grip his shirt,tugging on it like it’s a set of reins and the only thing keeping me frombucking wildly on top of him.
“Katniss, please,” he begs and bites his lip,lifts his head and smacks it back on the floor in distress. “I wanna cum insideyou.”
With a nod, I shift myself and he aligns us,releasing a string of expletives as I sink down onto him, his right leg kickingin rapid succession as he tries to hold back. Taking his face in my hands, Ibend over and kiss him as we move. Short, sweet tastes as I slide up and downhis cock. Peeta’s arms wrap around me, hold me close as he draws hearts andswirls on my back, guides my hips in riding him. I try to keep it slow, but hekneads my ass and pushes my hips so they roll over him instead of bouncing. Mybody grasps hold of the pleasure and I take it, following his lead until mylegs start to cramp and I have to straighten them alongside his, laying my bodyflat on top of him.
When I can move again, I slide up his body andkeen into the night as he curses beneath me. It’s the best of both, taking hiscock in and out while still grinding my clit against him. I grab his chin andhold him so I can stare into his eyes, foggy with need and deeper than theocean. He whispers to me, dirty words in broken phrases.
“I dreamt about this every night, alone in ourbed and then in my bunk. How fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re on top of me, mycock deep inside you. Jerking myself off when my balls ached with the need tocome. I’d have to bite my lips so no one would here me and blow my load in ashirt or a sock and do laundry the next day. Fuck, Katniss,” he breaks off toswallow and kiss me a moment before I push his head back to the floor because Iwant his words right now.
“I’ve been starving for the feel of your lips anywhereon me I could get them, your legs around me, and fuck, your tits on my chest,god they feel so good there. And your pussy. I’ve needed your pussy on my cockevery day since the day you left. Fucking starving so bad for the clench ofyour walls and the smoke in your eyes as you come for me.”
I grip his shoulder and move faster, his wordsdrawing forth a greater arousal and making the slide smooth and easy asbreathing. But it’s not enough to get me there. I whimper and tell him that Ineed more and he grips my thighs, spreading me wide over him as he bends hisknees and leverages himself on his feet to thrust up into me. He’s groaningloudly, getting close as I still lag behind him. And for some reason I think ofthe night I first mentioned the possibility of our future together. I had noidea where we’d be on this night, but I remember the tremulous way he’d offeredme an out, if I’d wanted it. How scared and brave he’d looked as he tried tohide the hurt that just the thought my leaving caused him. Then how he cededcontrol to me without question and let me fuck myself sore and hoarse on him.
“Pull my hair, Peeta,” I urge and brace myselfto help.
“What?” he asks with wide eyes.
“Pull my fucking hair,” I order him and his handshifts to grip the short locks. Then I borrow the words that sent me hurtlingtowards my own orgasm all those years ago. I’ve never forgotten them. “Now takewhat you want. Your cock wants it so bad. I can feel it. Hot and pulsinginside of me.”
He makes a strangled noise as his fingers tanglein my hair and his hand yanks on me, slamming our bodies together again andagain as pain tingles across my scalp then mellows into pleasure.
“Stop holding back and fill me with your fuckingcum,” I demand and my muscles ache with the effort of maintaining this pace,but he shouts my name and his hips jerk erratically as his eyes squeeze shut.He stops moving, but I keep going, milking him until he grabs my ass and shovesme down onto him even as he thrusts up into me one last time. We remain there,hips suspended above the floor while he finishes with an elongated moan.
When he relaxes, dropping us to the floor, Itake his lips with mine and kiss the shuddering breaths from his throat. Hishands flex and clench on my ass and then start my hips rolling again, andbefore I can think or prepare myself, I shatter with a soft sigh, my clitpulsing against him as warmth and wonderment floods through me.
Peeta makes a sound of contentment in his throatas his leg spasms once more before we lay there, a mess of heavy breathing andfinally sated bodies.
“Too long,” he groans, his voice rumbling in hischest beneath my cheek. “A year is far too fucking long to go without you.”
“Yeah,” I agree. Then, because I am an idiot anddon’t think before I speak when I am a melted puddle spread across him, I saysomething stupid. “How long do you think we can live like this?”
“I don’t know,” he murmurs, shifting us so thatwe’re eye to eye. “But I’m willing to work for us for the rest of my life, ifthat’s what it takes, Katniss.”
“Me, too,” I whisper and kiss him once more toseal the promise.
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The Cupid Effect
The Valentine’s Day episode! There’s a few problematic things in it. Ron and Wade dress up as women/girls to get into a female only event (with Monique and Kim) for a mission. SSJ has a giggle about it and that’s probably the closest this show gets to implying LGBT+ . Also the love device thingy is... well, yeah, not okay. I’ll wag my finger.
Monique has guy problems. She’s dealing with scrubs. She uses the word scrub.
Apparently Ron hasn’t mentioned Valentine’s Day
Food chain issues at Smarty Mart in the pet department. Eek.
Ron mentions a handful of Holidays in Feb but not VD. Ron realizes WOW I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND ON VD.
Wade shows up. Time for a new battery for the Kimmunicator. She got 3 or 4 years out of the old one. Though... actually the Kimmunicator has been destroyed at least once in the course of the series. A Very Possible Christmas for one.
Monique is so chill about Wade being there. Ron was the one to freak out. Wade has a crush on Monique.
Ron might be trying to set up Wade with Monique. Kim is like he is sweet right. Ron’s like he’s a college grad. Monique is like, he’s not old enough to drive for another 4 years. He’s 12. Monique is 17. Yeah. Guys, no. No. What are you doing. Kim does point out “HE’S FIVE YEARS YOUNGER.”
I mean, 10 years later, yeah, it’d be okay. Like... now, when they’re in their 20s.
Kim talks to Wade about it. And then Ron shows up at his house. He lies about Monique saying she’d go out with him.
Ron points out that he’s with Kim.
“Yeah, but the laws of extreme improbability inexplicably worked out in your favor.”
Ron takes him to the mall and has him dress up and puts stubble on him and he looks like Abe Lincoln.
Apparently Ron switched the notes with his paper on earthworms accidentally. Barkin got the notes and Ron still got an A+ because lovely thought.
Also Wade read the words “lubricating mucus.”
Wow, the mall gets mad about impersonating a president. He was just dressed like Lincoln.
Ron offhandedly makes the love ray comment. Whoops.
This episode must take place before the new mission outfit one bc Kim’s wearing the old one. Oh well.
Also, Team Possible (K, R, Rufus, Wade, and Monique) go to Paris! Ron told Kim the Eiffel Tower was in danger and he’s like IT IS. OF RUST. Eventually.
Monique is here as backup (before Wade shows up) and Kim thinks Ron is being romantic. THINK AGAIN, LADY.
Fixing the French Internet. Kim does not buy this at all. She’s like RON CONVO NOW. Clearly she’s looking out for Monique (and Wade). Too bad she misses Wade using the love ray on Monique.
SSS describes Wade as “The boy genius who helps Kim Possible.”
Kim asks Ron why he’s encouraging Wade bc he’s just gonna get hurt. YEAH, STAND UP FOR YOUR FRIEND.
Kim sees Monique being all... whatever with Wade. It’s cutesy but not really bc love ray.
Ron makes a “they’re in love” remark and mentions Paris and he puts an arm around Kim and it’s so sweet w/ Kim and Ron. It’s obvs that they’re in love too. Though it’ll be a bit before we hear Kim say it.
Monique is being a mannequin to avoid Wade. She knows something’s going on and then Wade shows up and does the love ray thing again. Kim isn’t sure if she saw anything.
“Baby boy? No kidding.”
The Seniors deliver flowers to Wade’s mom saying its from Lontaine, her husband, Wade’s father. We never see him in the show. Junior has an allergy to the flowers.
Ron sees Wade and Monique. He witnesses the love ray being used and Monique coming off of the effects of it. He learns of the love ray and when he realizes that it was things he said that inspired it... his reaction is “OH KIM’S SO GONNA BLAME ME.” Ron definitely is like this is sick and wrong.
Senior reads “the card” so Junior can find the love ray in Wade’s room and it’s literally a parking ticket for 79 dollars. HE’S COMING UP WITH ROMANTIC WORDS ON THE FLY. MY GODS. Junior finds the plans of the love ray.
Kim and Ron are in the living room, Ron on the couch and Kim in a chair. Ron freaks out when Kim says things that are on the money for what’s going on with Wade and Monique. Wade beeps in and asks to talk to Ron.
He tells Ron that it looks like the Seniors stole plans for the love ray in a secretive sort of manner (I guess his mother told him... something.) Kim is like “what sort of device” and RON CRACKS. HE TELLS KIM.
“IT WAS RON’S IDEA.”
“NOT INTENTIONALLY.”
Kim tells Ron and Wade she’s disappointed in both of them. How dare you disappoint Kim Possible!
Junior is planning a huge concert and broadcasting it worldwide. Kim calls it The Cupid Ray and she says “To control women all over the world.” about the Seniors are gonna use it. The concert is free but ladies only.
Wade’s coming too because he wants to set things right. And Kim is like Okay, but promise me you won’t use it again. They’re about to leave in the car and Monique shows up and she is PISSED.
She’s about to talk to Wade when Kim, who’s like no time just uses the cupid ray on Monique. KIM. I’m wagging my finger at you.
Monique comes along for the mission.
Kim tells them to shut up as they make their way to the area and she’s like “Monique don’t make me zap you again.” KIM.
Monique’s like, why don’t we just go in thru the front door. Snag about that. Two of their group are not ladies. So. They dress Ron and Wade in skirts/dresses and wigs so they look like women. Ron brings up Mind Games.
Kim and Monique are given earplugs so the cupid ray doesn’t get them.
Junior sings.
The cupid ray is used. The Concert becomes screaming ladies. Ron gets moshed (he uses that word!) and accidentally causes Monique’s earplugs to come out. Kim tells Wade and Ron to take care of her.
And then SSS takes the earplugs out of Kim’s ears and yeah.
While in his disguise, Ron says “Give me back my girlfriend”, takes off the wig, and Junior giggles bc he thought Ron was a lady. SIGH. SMH. Ron says Junior is no gentleman. Which I mean, at least he got told off somewhat for that. Ron’s not interested in your homophobic/transphobic behaviors Junior.
Wade confronts SSS and SSS literally points a cane at Wade. DANG.
Wade destroys the cupid ray.
Kim and Ron have a simple date at BN. They nearly kiss but they hear Monique talking to Wade. She tells him that it’s bad for science, bad for love, and bad all the way around. Monique tells him she’s flattered that he likes her and they can be friends but Wade sees a girl his age.
The K/R part of the tag is super cute. Kim likes weird. Ah, babes.
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