#and then they tease each other about who gives other students the worse hassle in searching for them
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Invasion
[Originally posted on AO3]
Riddle was sure he hated it when Floyd’s attention was on him. Nothing good ever followed, and the worst part was that Floyd was so volatile there’s no way for Riddle to even predict what might happen until he’s as red as a rose and shouting unbecomingly at the other. Actually, no, that wasn’t quite right. There was something even worse than being in Floyd’s line of sight: It was being completely ignored.
Of course, with someone as moody as him there had always been moments of peace and disinterest, but this had been over a week! After almost two years dealing with that giant shadow behind him, threatening to wrap around him and devour him entirely, to go so long without even a “Goldfishie!” echoing behind him was unthinkable. Riddle didn’t believe Floyd could be planning to do something to him, specifically, but every day that passed when their paths crossed and he didn’t even receive a glance seemed to add to the weight in his chest, to the point it became unbearable.
He tried not to think about him. The school had been busy enough as it is, from everything like the normal hassles of a new year to Overblot going to “rare condition few had even heard about” to nearly half a dozen cases in as many months. Everyone was busy, and as Azul’s right hand man, Floyd should be, too. Even though Riddle constantly saw him loitering around and doing weird things, well, Azul’s success even after his contracts were destroyed proved the man had a method to his usage of the Leech siblings. He had to, right?
Shaking his head, Riddle tried to focus on something else. Summer was approaching, and with it, swimming exercises constantly in PE. Last year he'd done… Acceptably enough, but he had to try harder to set a better example this year. Of course, thinking about swimming reminded him of mermen, but Floyd was not going to magically appear before him, and his formal request to access the pool to practice before classes wasn’t going to magically write himself. And Riddle could only force one of those things to happen.
Floyd would never follow his will, anyway. Same grade, different dorms, Riddle had nothing over him, and even if he did, he doubted any of it would work. Floyd was someone who didn’t go with the flow, seeming instead to be outside of it entirely, reaching in to mess with his head and make his stomach do nervous flips before retreating back into his own little world, where Riddle could never reach.
Being around Floyd felt a lot like drowning in feelings Riddle wasn’t familiar with and didn’t know if he wanted to be. And he hated not knowing himself.
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Professor Vargas accepted Riddle’s paperwork with ease, praising him for demonstrating the extra initiative to tone his muscles. After paperwork came the key, the empty locker room before morning classes, and finally, the pool.
It was a large, heated indoor pool, filled with mineral water to minimize chlorine exposure to non-human students, and maintained clean and warm thanks to volunteers in the sports clubs, solar panels, and a small but well applied use of magic every now and then. Despite the best efforts of exterior illumination, Riddle still couldn’t see much when he looked down, staring over the edge into the pool. There was no reason to be scared. He’d been here several times the past year for class. The fact that the early hour left the water looking like a polished black mirror, only giving back his own stare and nothing else was unsettling, but could easily be explained by the time.
The water was calm, until it wasn’t. Riddle was supposed to be alone. He thought he was alone. But as he’d been distracted by his own contemplation, something cold and strong shot up from the water, grabbing his ankles in a vice grip and dragging him in.
Riddle barely had time to hold his breath, and it didn’t matter much. The water wasn’t heated at the moment, and the sudden cold knocked what little air he’d managed to hold onto out of him as he was dragged all the way down, until he could feel his feet touch the bottom of the deep end of the pool. And as suddenly as he was grabbed, he was free, kicking himself up to the surface to breathe.
He turned his head around frantically, searching for whatever had grabbed him, cursing his carelessness. His pen was back in the lockers, and while he could use magic without it, in an unfamiliar environment under attack by an unknown assailant he was at a disadvantage. Especially when he’d been dragged to a part of the pool he couldn’t stand in, having to bob awkwardly to avoid going under. He couldn’t even begin to imagine who it could be. Even after he began making amends, Riddle was under no impression he’d gotten his dorm mates, or the rest of the school, to forgive him. There probably wasn’t a single person in the school he could think of that he hadn’t exploded at or threatened, and generally just driven away. A few Unbirthday Parties didn’t make up for his time as a tyrant. He knew that better than everyone else.
But without proper footing and lighting, he was little more than a sitting duck in the water. He’d see a ripple here, a bubble there, but whatever caused them was always nowhere near the area by the time his eyes could focus on it. By the time the panic and cold left his brain enough so he could think clearly, so that he could realize how his attacker could stay underwater for so long, it was too late, and the great wave formed by Floyd emerging behind him and leaping onto him pushed him underwater again.
Bubbles sprang around him as Floyd tried to say something that Riddle couldn’t hear, even though Floyd’s mouth was so dangerously close to his ear, even though he was wrapped tightly in a hug against the merman’s smooth skin. Every fear and worry he’d felt the past few minutes vanished, being replaced by a familiar irritation. He was angry, of course. Angry at how being treated like this was making him smile, like all was right in the world.
And a bit angry he couldn’t breathe. He tried elbowing Floyd to get let go, and while his attempt was a valiant failure, Floyd got the point and released him, surfacing right next to him with the same dopey grin he always had when it was Time To Bother Riddle And Fill His Stomach With Butterflies. Angry butterflies, Riddle’d insist, if he ever tried admitting it out loud. (He would not).
“F-Floyd!” Riddle sputtered, ungracefully, “What are you doing here?!”
(Riddle thought this was a valid question. Considering Floyd’s attendance records, he hadn’t even been totally sure the other could be awake at this hour).
“Ehh? But I should be asking you that, Goldfishie~ Me and Jade always use the pool since the leg potion gets uncomfortable at times. You’re the intruder here, you know?”
Shit, Jade. Riddle had been so caught up in Floyd’s unusual behavior that Jade’s usual behavior had slipped his mind entirely, and he started looking around for the less openly evil twin, earning a laugh from Floyd.
“Jade’s busy helping Azul this week. I was thinking it was going to be totally boring to swim alone, but then you showed up, Goldfishie~! Isn’t this great?”
This was the worst possible situation. At least warm water would have given Riddle as excuse for his outrageous blushes, but of course someone used to living under the sea would have turned off the heaters. He was tempted to just call Cater to come paint him the proper color for “still in cold water”, honestly.
“Not great at all,” Riddle tried to maintain his composure, and he didn’t even need to look at Floyd’s smug grin to know he was failing. “I came here to practice swimming, and I won’t have you bother me.”
Floyd muttered a lame okay as Riddle swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed the corners to stabilize himself and kick off, trying to at least start one lap down the pool. It shouldn’t have surprised him that when he opened his eyes to make sure he wasn’t veering off his lane that Floyd was right below him, matching his pace easily and even giving him a little wave when he realized Riddle was looking, almost making him choke on pool water in frustration.
It was a small miracle Riddle reached the other end, clutching the pool’s edge as Floyd popped up behind him like the world’s soggiest Jack-in-the-Box and crowded him against the wall. It felt kind of odd. Usually Riddle had to strain his neck to get a proper look at Floyd’s face, even in his dorm uniform, but in the pool like this, he could actually look straight into his mismatched eyes. Far too close for comfort. Or not close enough. He couldn’t tell.
“You really need to swim more if you already can’t breathe just from that…” Floyd teased, poking Riddle’s cheek. It had nothing to do with swimming! It was just too much. Closeness. Nerves. Something he could never command or push away. No matter how little Riddle wanted, Floyd just gave him more and more.
So Riddle decided to take more, interrupting whatever was coming out of Floyd’s mouth next with a kiss. He had to move from gabbing onto the pool's edge to Floyd's shoulder to not go under, but it just meant the kiss was even closer. It was even a small victory, the first time he managed to make Floyd stop and stay still, even if for a second before the other responded with more, pushing Riddle against the tiled wall and trapping him there with his larger frame, while his mouth opened just a bit, inviting and dangerous and completely willing. Riddle wasn't discouraged by the sharp teeth, even trying to show off his own with a bite to Floyd's lower lip, which was responded to in kind before the kiss progressed into a more 'proper' thing, with lips and tongue and just the tiniest taste of blood that neither of them really knew who came from and neither of them cared, too invested in taking in more of each other.
As small a thing as it was, Riddle considered it a loss when he had to pull away from the kiss first to breathe. Even if he could see Floyd cheating, keeping his neck underwater and feeling his gils move, it was a loss he didn't like. So he kissed back, again and again, letting Floyd aimlessly drift them around the pool as they slowly tried to explore each other. At one point he even found himself completely submerged, only able to breathe the air Floyd gave him, unable to hear or see anything else as the water muffled and hid away everything but the two of them. He felt a bit sad when that ended, as Floyd had gotten bored and tried to change the positions of their lips again and finally remembered Riddle couldn't breathe underwater unassisted.
It was only when Riddle surfaced and saw the sun shining in from the skylights at the edge of the pool area that he realized how much time had passed. The wall clock told him he hadn’t missed any classes yet, but that yet was dangerously close to going away entirely. He let out a curse under his breath, trying to untangle himself from Floyd, who’d used his unfairly long tail to wrap around him so thoroughly it was a wonder Riddle hadn’t noticed how close they were before. Or maybe he’d just been too intoxicated in finally getting something from Floyd to care.
Floyd, however, refused to stop squeezing him.
“Let go, Floyd, we have class!”
“Ugh, don’t wanna.”
Riddle was gonna strike that expression from his vocabulary someday. But first, he needed to find a way to regain use of his legs. And arms. His whole body would be preferable, actually.
“I’ll cut you a deal, how does that sound? Let me go now, and after classes and club activities are over, you come by Heartslabyul and I’ll entertain you as long as you want.” thankfully, not an empty promise. He had no outstanding prefect duties to work at, he could do his homework while Floyd was at basketball, and if any troubles arised, well, Trey could handle it for a night. Part of him trying to change should include him getting some nights off to himself, after all.
“Hmm….” Floyd seemed deep in thought for a while, before releasing Riddle entirely (and leaving him a bit disoriented without the giant merman holding him afloat), getting out of the pool with practiced ease as the potion he used to look human took effect again now that he was no longer submerged. Thankfully for Riddle’s heart, it also came with pants. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he ended up staring at a stark naked Floyd right now.
“I’ll hold you to that, Goldfishie~” and with that, Floyd was gone, leaving Riddle alone in the cold pool. The temperature did wonders to rapidly ice his teenage libido as he considered the consequences of the deal he’d proposed Floyd. Idly, he traced the bite marks on his lips with his tongue. Those consequences would surely be worth it.
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BTS Caretaker Ch2
Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?
- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)
- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au
- Word Count: 2,332
- Author Note: Pure cliche~
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Chapter 2
Summer has finally come to an end. Fashion enthusiast like Ji Seul’s colleague, Ahn Hyejin or famously known as Hwasa, was all ready to get rid of her summer clothes and to replace it with new one matching this new season. Hwasa was one of few friends that she made before she dropped out from college a year ago. She did not work permanently there unlike Seul, since she’s in her final semester. Working part time was the only way to get away from her tiring student’s life.
Hwasa came from a well-off family therefore money was not an issue to her. She could afford her college fees and other miscellaneous expenses. In fact, she once offered to pay Seul’s college fees however she politely declined Hwasa’s kind gesture. Not that she felt offended, Seul did not want to live off by other’s money or even worse being pitied by people around her. Her family could only afford Ji Hoon’s school fees, it was not her choice at first place.
On side note, she performed super badly in her first semester maybe she was worrying too much about her family or she wasn’t ready to further her studies. Anyways, she was used to live like this. Nothing could change the fact that her life was fated to be this way unless miracle happened some day later.
Seul wiped the last part of the glass window with a content smile. She stared blankly outside the window watching different people passed by the area. Some were too preoccupied with their smartphones, some were running with all their might maybe they had something important to attend and some high schoolers were fooling around happily with their friends. Her heart felt warmth just by witnessing it. How she wished she could turn back time and worry nothing but her mathematics test. Back then, everything flowed smoothly. Zero worries, no dramas and her father was still there with them.
The happy ending that was still far ahead.
Sighing softly, Ji Seul tore her gaze from the high schooler across the road “Seul-ah!” her ears caught Hwasa’s cheerful voice behind her.
“Oh, Hwasa! You are here early” she smiled genuinely.
“I have to change shift with Krissy so I come earlier! I have projects to be completed in a week, things are quite crazy” she puffed her cheeks earning a lower chuckle from the smaller girl in front of her.
Ji Seul giggled “Get the degree and never look back once you graduated” she gave her friend a small pat before them both moved behind the counter getting ready to start the second phase of the day.
It usually packed after two in the afternoon. The only time they could rest was in the morning, people rarely came early in the morning except for takeout. It was less hassle during that time so they would have time to fool around.
“JI SEUL GET THE CUSTOMER’s ORDER! I need to clean this” shouted Hwasa. Seul strutted towards the counter with a polite smile, apologizing before she took the customer’s order.
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“Rock paper scissors!”
“ROCK ROCK PAPER PAPER PAPER ROCK PAPER!” their shouts could be heard across the hall.
The hyung line laughed hysterically teasing the maknaes “How can three of you think alike and be so unlucky!” exclaimed Jin.
The youngest one mewled “Hyung! You plan this out, the four of you planned to bring that rock out!” his hand moved along with his explanation. Crossing their arm together, Jimin and Taehyung frowned in denial.
“Are you blaming your unlucky charms on us?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Three of you quick! The loser needs to buy drinks for us with your own money” Hoseok smug as his body move side to side feeling a little giddy. Of course, they were into the moment of truth between the youngest in the group. It never failed to amuse the hyungs.
“But I forgot my wallet” said Taehyung with a pout.
“I saw it in your pocket don’t lie Kim Taehyung” Namjoon’s brow quirked up in curiosity. Taehyung might be an actor but he’s bad in lying when it came to lying to their members. Come one, they had been living together for six to seven years to be exact. They could read each other like an open book.
Taehyung shook his head showing no sign of giving up however as he was about to open his mouth “No special treatment for anyone” Seokjin warned sternly.
“You are rich, Gucci boy. Can’t you even afford drinks for your hyungs?” upon hearing Yoongi remarks, Taehyung immediately pursed his lips showing his silent protest. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung started over with their rock-paper-scissors game until it was decided, Jungkook as the black sheep among the three.
Jimin and Taehyung hopped in sheer happiness “I just spent money for my games” Jungkook scratched the back of his head in hope others would show their empathy on him. As cruel as it may sound, the members wouldn’t care as long as it was not them who needed to chip in the money for this betting.
“Come back safely Jeongukkie!” Namjoon ruffled his hair showing off his dimple smile. Yoongi rummaged through his back, tossing the black mask to Jungkook’s direction “Wear this, you don’t want people to catch you roaming around the city at this time” Jungkook’s eyes glimmered in happiness.
His hyungs really took good care of him in any situation minus the bullying part. Nowadays, Jungkook had step up his games and in return the hyungs got bullied quite often by him. It was no doubt that the members were the one who raised him to be this kind of man. Oh well, he was aware his parents played important role in his life too but when it came to the members, he couldn’t express how grateful he was to have them as his family.
“I will be back soon” putting on the black mask, he exited their practice room. He hated to go out because it made him feel lonely. At this moment, he really wished Jimin were here right now with him, at least he could have a decent and silly conversation with that small guy.
Jungkook pushed the main entrance opened only to come at halt, as a pair of small hand wrapped securely around his wrist. He snapped his head to the person behind him “Hyung? Why are you following me” he gave Jimin a questionable look.
“Do you want me to come with you?” the latter grinned cutely looking a little flushed. Did he really run all way here just to catch Jungkook?
Blinking his eyes in confusion, Jungkook chewed his lower lips doubting his own decision “Hmm, if you are fine with it then I could use a company?” he muttered lowly.
“THEN IM COMING!” Jimin threw his arm around his neck, tiptoeing a little to match Jungkook’s height. He squealed softly showing off his excitement. Not that he cared, Jimin could be too adorable for anyone to handle even for him. The two boys walked casually side by side making their way to their favourite café. To their dismay, the café was closed earlier than their usual business hour.
Jimin glanced around looking for the sign of any closest coffee shop in the area but there was nowhere to be found. They caught the sight of bubble tea shop across the road “Shall we get tea instead?” he tilted his head to the direction.
“It should be fine, let’s go before they close down” Jimin pulled Jungkook with him upon witnessing the worker inside looking a little busy cleaning the shop. It was a sign that they would close soon.
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“Im so sorry Seul, I really need to go now, I have group discussion in thirty minutes. Will you be okay closing the shop alone?” Hwasa bit her lower lips in guilt.
“Just go Hwasa. I will be alright, don’t make them wait for you! Wongeun oppa is still here through” she signalled to Wongeun direction.
Hwasa cussed under her breath “Oh god I totally forgot about him! Then you will be fine since it is Wongeun oppa” she took off her apron, hanging it neatly inside the rack. Wongeun looked up “Be careful girl” Hwasa gave him a thumb up before ran to Seul side giving the clueless girl a quick hug.
“Whoops sorry, see you tomorrow Seul-ah!” the girl grabbed her stuff before pushing the door opened.
“Aish be careful Hwasa!” she shouted after her as the girl disappeared from her vicinity in flash. Ji Seul shook her head with a soft sigh as she continued doing her works silently. Wongeun was another friend that she made there, and he was also the manager. Being a manager was just a mere title for him, instead he worked hard like others. In all honesty, Wongeun was a down to earth guy.
Sound of the entrance door being opened making Seul jolted in her position. She thought it was Hwasa since she tended to leave her things behind most of the time. “AHN HWASA WHAT NO-“ she didn’t finish her words as she was taken aback to see two men stood in front her in a black mask.
Were they playing ninja? Seul cussed in her head.
“I am sorry, are you still open?” said the shorter guy. His eyes penetrated hers making her numb for a second, why would she react so strangely in front of these strangers? These two men before her triggered her curiosity. Were there celebrities? Why would they covered themselves as if someone might catch them wandering around the area.
“Ah..We are actually about to-Okay never mind, I can prepare your order. It is not that late” she gestured them to follow her to the counter. Jimin and Jungkook smiled in unison following Seul as their eyes darted towards the menu board.
Seul took their orders patiently, keying it into the system. She took the card from Jungkook completing their payment “Please take a seat, your beverages will be prepared in 10 minutes” she bowed politely.
“Thank you” Jungkook muttered softly under his breath averting his gaze from Seul. He was just being conscious in case Seul is one of their fans or sasaeng fans? Judging from her appearance, she seemed to cause no harm. Again, appearance can be deceiving.
Jimin and Jungkook took a seat at the corner and continued to chatter. Occasionally, they would glance at Seul who seemed engrossed preparing the drinks. They felt bad for making her work extra hour considering they were about to close. Nevertheless, Seul didn’t recognize them it was enough for tonight. They needed a break from screaming fangirls. Tonight, was one of the nights that they yearned to be peaceful and calm.
The ring came from Seul’s phone echoed throughout the room. Jungkook and Jimin were baffled at the familiar music, like they heard it somewhere before. Their brow quirked up in question “Hyung isn’t that our song?” he leaned over whispering lowly.
“Do you think so?”
“It is Young and Forever”
“She is a fan?”
“Since she uses our song as her ringtone, she might be one?” Jungkook sounded positive with his assumptions. Their eyes trailed along to her figure as Seul quickly answered her phone “Hey, Hoon. I’m coming home in a bit. Do you want me to buy you something?” she used her free hand to scoop tapioca pearls inside the drinks.
“Nuna… mom.. she collapsed.. we..are…in the hospital.. I don’t know what to do” she heard Ji Hoon sobbed at the end of the line. Her heart practically stopped beating when she received the news. The drinks in her hand slipped caused Wongeun to run to her side panickily.
“Ji Seul are you okay?” Wongeun flinched looking extremely worried. He saw her hand shaking furiously clutching on the counter for balance.
“Nuna..are..you there…Please..im scared.. what if something happens to mother” Jihoon pleaded frantically. His voice brought her out of her trance, and she managed to reply her little brother “Wait for me I am coming. Text me the address now!” she hung up, taking off her floral apron in hurry.
Flabbergasted Wongeun was waiting for her answers and he inquired her again out of curiosity “What is happening? Did something happen to Hoon?” he watched her grabbing her stuff. Seul shook her head with a small smile “It is my mother. She collapsed, I don’t know. I have to go” the man gasped.
“Seul go, I will take care this thing so do not worry!” he gave her an assuring smile.
Jungkook and Jimin witnessed it all. The moment when she dropped the drinks on the floor, it caught their attention. The boys could tell how worried she was even though she seemed to appear strong on the outside, however the corner of Jungkook’s eyes caught her tears started to cascade down.
It ached his heart.
Odd.
Seul gave a quick bow to Wongeun and not to forget Jimin and Jungkook who had been waiting for their drinks there. She dashed out like a flash leaving them breathless. That was quite a scene for today.
“I am sorry, I will get your drinks prepared really quick” said Wongeun breaking the silence. Jimin and Jungkook only nodded in response as them both exchanged a meaningful look.
Jimin was the first one who broke the silence “Will she be okay?” his fingers fiddle nervously at the hem of his shirt. Deep down inside he really hoped everything would be fine. It was not his business anyways yet since it came down to this he couldn’t help but to sympathy her.
The younger guys threw his glance outside the glass window staring into the darkness with a heavy sigh “I really hope she is okay” he was being sincere.
Jungkook felt himself being overly upset over her situation when he barely knew her.
What was that for again?
This work belongs to Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved.
#bts fic#bts fanfic#min yoongi x reader#jeon jungkook x oc#bts fluff#bts idol au#bts romance#bts series#btscaretaker
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I’ll Protect You {Min Yoongi}
Words: 11k
Summary: You and Yoongi were the most unlikely of pairs, which was why you decided to keep your relationship on the down-low for now. Whilst Yoongi and you basically ignore each other during school hours, Yoongi is left in the dark about the struggles you've been dealing with whilst he is pretending not to know you.
Genre: angst
Notes: masterlist
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“In here. In here.”
You could barely hold back your bark of laughter as Yoongi pinched your side, shoving you into the empty staffroom with an eagerness that had very clearly been building up for hours now.
His hands were all over you as soon as the door was kicked closed, his body clashing with yours so your back was pressed against the far wall, his hands running up the length of your torso before finding purchase on your jawline, where he held your head still so his lips could continue their assault on your own.
You didn't care. You were just as dazed as him, kissing him back with just as much ferocity as he was kissing you. You didn't care that the door was unlocked, that a teacher could walk in at any given moment and see you – Y/N L/N, grade-A student – making out with the schools renowned bad boy, Min Yoongi.
It had been like this for months now. You and Yoongi had been partnered up for an English project, and at first, you had been dreading it. He was Min Yoongi, known for being a bit of a menace, a brooding teenage boy who did nothing more than make music in the back room of the music department. He had an attitude problem, anger issues, was constantly getting in fights with both elders and students alike.
But he had been much, much sweeter than you had originally thought.
The weeks you had been partnered up for the project were weeks filled with events you would never forget. Yoongi making you laugh, Yoongi smiling that gummy smile, Yoongi looking at you with an amused grin on his face whenever you were busy scribbling down the notes you needed for the project you were both busy working on; he had even made an effort with the school work, insisting he didn't want you to do it on your own.
And then, the day before the project was due to be handed in, he had kissed you.
Since then, you two had been in a relationship; a very secret relationship.
It was okay, though. It was easier keeping things hidden; less hassle, and neither of you had to deal with the shocked expressions that would surely follow you down the hallway if word got out that the two of you were dating.
Now, it seemed as if Yoongi had missed you during the school day. All day, you had been bombarded with classes. It was exam season, and you were spending the majority of your free time in the library, studying. This also meant that you had very little time to see Yoongi outside of school.
“I haven't seen you-” He pressed a kiss to your neck. “-in weeks. Where have you been?”
He attached his lips back to your jawline after asking the question, causing your eyes to flutter closed and your back to arch in response to his soft lips on your skin.
“Studying,” you croaked out. “Which is just what you should be doing.”
Yoongi chuckled darkly against your neck, swiping his tongue over the spot he had just finished assaulting. “I've been studying, don't worry. But I need a break – and this is the perfect stress reliever-”
“Yoongi!” you hissed, immediately catching on to what he was saying. You pushed him away then, making him stumble back with a shocked expression on his face. “We are not having sex in the staff room! We shouldn't even be kissing in here.”
Yoongi frowned, running a hand through his black hair which was now sticking up in all directions due to your fingers which had been running through it only moments before. “Are you serious? I haven't seen you in ages!”
“We had dinner last weekend,” you reminded him.
“Dinner isn't going to relieve my exam stress,” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and putting on that pouty face that he knew full well completely broke you down any time you saw it.
You rolled your eyes, pushing off of the wall he had pushed you against and striding towards him. He watched you with slightly widened eyes, pulling his lip between his teeth in a most attractive fashion that always made you feel like the only person to ever walk the earth.
You wound your arms around his neck and tugged him down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He sighed against them, reciprocated the kiss just as gently. He knew you weren't going to strip for him in the middle of the teachers staff room, and he respected your decision. That was one thing about Yoongi that had originally surprised you; he was respectful. Although his temper was often short, he never purposefully did anything to hurt anyone.
You pulled away and smiled at him. “After exams are over and the holidays have started, we can do whatever we want, wherever we want,” you whispered. His breath hitched in his throat, a low growl emitting from his chest.
You let your hands fall to your side. “But until then, I need to go and study. Text me if you need me.”
You could hear Yoongi groaning with impatience as you skipped towards the door, a smile appearing on your face.
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As much as it bothered you, school wasn't just running around and making out with your secret boyfriend – there were other people around, as well.
Some days were easier than others. Some days, you would be so caught up in trying to keep your straight-A track record that you wouldn't even stop to give the other kids the time of day. Some days, you were able to merely rush past them in the halls, hiding your face with the armful of books you were hauling between lessons.
But some days, your willpower was shorter, and your emotions were higher, and every little thing yelled at you burrowed itself into your brain and didn't leave you alone until somebody else came along and said something worse to overrule the thing that was originally bothering you.
Yoongi didn't know about any of this. You hadn't told him, hadn't wanted him to worry about you. You were almost eighteen years old – you should have been able to handle the hollerings on your own, should have been able to turn around and tell the students to fuck off. Or, you should have at least been able to ignore them without getting your feelings hurt.
Exam season was the worst. Already your emotions were running ragged, and there was very little you could do about it. You were functioning off of cups of coffee, your hands constantly trembling both with caffeine intake and stress. This meant that the comments of the other students hammered into your head a lot easier and a lot worse than any other time throughout the year.
You kept your head ducked down. Your lip was clenched between your teeth, books bundled in front of you to try and obscure your face even more; but they could always spot you. Somehow, they could always see you clambering down the hallway, no matter how hidden you thought yourself to be.
“Hey! There she is!”
You winced, bunching your shoulders up as Shuling's teasing jesters rang out across the hallway.
“Y/N! Y/N, wait up!”
It didn't take long for her to catch up to you – Shuling was the worst culprit for making your day an absolute mess. She was from Taiwan, and almost as soon as she had seen you on her very first day, she had used you as an anchor. She had seen everybody else making fun of you, and thought the only way to fit in as the new exchange student was to hop on the band wagon and join in – only she took things a little bit far.
It was every time she saw you. There was no pause, not one day where she had seen you scuttling between classes and thought it was only best to leave you alone – just for a moment. No. She took every single chance that came to her to make your life a living hell, and you still tried to be as kind to her as possible. In your head, being kind was the way to make them stop. It had only worked a handful of times, and you were still suffering with the bullies, but you could never bring yourself to say anything mean to them. It felt like stooping to their level, which was the last thing you wanted.
So now, you glanced up at Shuling and forced a tight smile onto your face. “Hey. How are you this morning?”
“I've been good,” Shuling replied, eyes darting around as if inspecting what you were holding. “No coffee today?”
Another habit of Shuling's – taking your morning coffee off of you and drinking it for herself.
“I was saving my money for the cafeteria,” you told her. “So I skipped the coffee run this morning.”
Shuling raised a thin eyebrow. “Well, that just won't do. I'm thirsty. I was relying on you to bring me my energy to get through the day.”
“I'm sorry, but I want to buy-”
“Are we really gonna have an argument in the middle of the hallway, Y/N?” Her voice had lowered to a mere growl; it amazed you how a woman could sound so terrifying, despite her petite stature.
You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye, swallowed thickly. “I don't want to argue.”
“Then get me my coffee,” Shuling scoffed, as if the solution was the most obvious thing in the world. “Put your books in your locker and go. We have ten minutes before first class starts, so you might want to go at a bit of a run.”
It shamed you. You felt weak, felt awful as you tossed your array of books into your locker, turned back and headed towards the school cafe, your pace quick. You hadn't been lying when you had told Shuling that you wanted to save your money for the cafeteria that day, but you truly felt as if you had no choice – one day without lunch would do you no harm. You'd just make an extra large dinner whenever you got home, and it would all be okay. Shuling would be kept happy, and you would be fine.
And so, you bought Shuling her coffee.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” a voice sounded out behind you as you waited for your beverage to be made.
You turned on your heel, heart immediately doing somersaults whenever you spotted Yoongi and his friends approaching from one of the back tables. Yoongi kept to the back of the group, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his grey hood pulled on over his red beanie, but you could see his eyes flicking up to look at you every now and then as you spoke to Jimin, who was at the front.
Yoongi's friends were never mean. Despite their reputation, they had never been anything but kind to you, even though none of them knew about you and Yoongi being together. You had grown up around most of them, and although you wouldn't label them as friends, they still managed to make you smile whenever you needed it.
“Is Y/N L/N actually at the cafe five minutes before first class?” Jimin teased, poking you in the rib. “What's gotten into you? Do I need to have a word with your parents?”
“No,” you replied, smiling shyly. “I forgot to get my coffee today and thought I should spend my free time restocking on the caffeine.”
“Even if it means not being in class ten minutes early?” Taehyung chimed in.
“I'm sure Mr Lee won't mind,” you chuckled. “And I'm guessing you boys are getting plenty of studying in whilst waiting for the bell to ring, hm?”
Yoongi's lips twitched into a slight smile, but he hid it by looking away. You couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride; it was a game the both of you always played – trying to make the other one break in front of everyone. You knew Yoongi loved it whenever you got along with his friends – although he never admitted it, the six boys that surrounded him were closer to him than family. Seeing you get along with them, as he had told you on multiple occasions, was something that meant a lot to him.
“Oh, yeah,” Hoseok said sarcastically. “I'm ready for these exams, I think. Hell, I could take one right now and pass. Watch me.”
“Easy now,” Jungkook said, placing a hand on Hoseok's shoulder as the dancer started getting excited and jumping up and down on his heels.
“Coffee for Y/N L/N?”
You turned, smiled at the student who was working over the counter and slid the remainder of your pocket money into her outstretched hand. She thanked you, and you took your coffee off of the counter before turning back to the awaiting group of boys behind you.
“I should get going,” you said, taking one final glance in Yoongi's direction; he looked suspicious for some reason. His eyebrow was raised, lips thin as his eyes darted back and forth between the coffee you had just taken and the cashier, who was now putting the remainder of your money into the cash machine.
Shit.
Yoongi knew you had just spent your lunch money. He was bound to be suspicious; he knew that you were wiser than that. He knew that you would never spend your last few coins of lunch money on a coffee.
Quickly, you flashed the boys a grin, said your final goodbyes and walked out of the cafe. You would spend your class time trying to come up with an excuse as to why you had spent your lunch money, because there was no doubt in your mind that Yoongi would be curious to know; he worried about you, despite how little attention he paid you whenever you two were in public.
---
You could only hope Shuling was happy.
Of course, you had been three minutes late for your first class. Shuling and her friends had decided to hide in the girls bathroom rather than standing by their lockers, like they had promised. You had spent those three minutes frantically searching the hallways for her, her coffee growing colder and colder with every passing moment. You knew she would never take the coffee if it went cold, but whenever you had found her at last, she had taken a sip of the beverage, grinned and sent you on your way.
You had been scolded by Mr Lee, but nothing more than that. Those were the perks of being a good student – you had a few extra chances still to cash in, and today you had used one of them.
The entire lesson you were pondering on what you would say to Yoongi; that look on his face whenever he had seen you hand over your lunch money to the cashier was unmistakeable – he knew something was up. Once he grew suspicious, there would be no backing out. You would have to explain the copious amount of bullying you had been dealing with for the past few years, and that conversation was surely going to be an unpleasant one.
As much as you loved Yoongi, his temper was non existent. If he were to find out you had been getting bullied, that people had been genuinely taking your lunch money, he would be infuriated. He wouldn't hold himself back, and it would put him at more risk of being expelled – a threat which had already been handed to him on multiple occasions.
No. You would have to keep him out of this. You would go on pretending like everything was fine, and then you would leave school and would never have to look back at the hell-fire you had left behind.
It was these thoughts that were the only thing pulling you through the rest of the day. Classes rolled on, homework was assigned, the stress piled on until, eventually, the lunch bell sounded.
Usually one of your favourite times of the day, it now seemed pointless to get excited. As you stuffed your hand in your empty pocket, looking desperately for at least a bit of change you could give over to the cashier in exchange for some food, you realised just how pointless getting your hopes up truly was. You had spent your last coins on coffee – you had done so willingly. You had been the one to walk up to that counter and ask for the coffee, had been the one to hand over your money in exchange for a beverage you didn't even end up drinking.
You hollowed out your cheeks and sat down at a small round table in the corner of the cafeteria. People bustled past with food stacked high on their trays, making your stomach growl in anticipation for when you got home and were going to be able to eat something. Your breakfast had consisted of a yoghurt and a single banana – you most definitely hadn't been filled, meaning your hunger was at an all-time high now that you were deprived of lunch.
Slowly, you set your head against the table and sighed into the small enclosed box your arms had now made.
“You don't look too energetic.”
Your head snapped up, neck burning with the suddenness of your movements. You winced, rubbing the sore spot as you looked up to see Yoongi's friends all standing over you again – a hint of confusion ruffled through you. It was rare they spoke to you so often on a normal day. Had something happened?
You sighed and let your head fall back onto your arms again. “Go away, please.”
Seokjin laughed, being the first one to slide a chair over and sit next to you. “Always so polite. What's wrong, little one?”
“Don't call me that,” you grunted. “I'm less than a year younger than you.”
“Still younger,” he grumbled, before placing a warm hand on the back of your neck. “Tell me what's wrong.”
All seven boys gathered around you – including Yoongi himself. You had yet to look up at him, too afraid to meet his knowing gaze. Now that he had seen you with no lunch, it was a guarantee that he was going to be well aware something was wrong. You weren't exactly in the mood to try and explain yourself at the moment.
“I'm just tired,” you replied. “All of this studying for exam season is taking it's toll on me, I guess. I've got no time for myself.”
Seokjin frowned, looking up at his group of friends. Seokjin was the oldest amongst them, meaning they were all looking at him for a response.
He looked back down at you and gently rubbed soothing circles into your neck. “And that means you can't have lunch?”
Shit.
“I've lost my appetite,” you grumbled.
“I find that very hard to believe,” Namjoon spoke up. “You're like Seokjin – you love food. And you can't just skip lunch, or else your brain won't be working right the rest of the day.”
“I'm honestly fine,” you insisted, finally looking up. You hadn't meant to, but your eyes immediately travelled to Yoongi who, once again, was situated at the back of his crowd of friends, gazing at you in a most subtle way beneath the beanie he was wearing.
Only this time, he didn't look away whenever your eyes met his. He continued to stare at you, his own eyes narrowed in questioning.
You looked back at Namjoon and put on a big, false grin that you hoped would hide the exhaustion and the hunger clawing at your system right now. “I'm fine,” you repeated upon seeing everybody's concerned faces. “I'll probably end up getting something later, anyway. I have a free period, so I'll pop up to the shop then.”
“Good,” said Hoseok. “We worry about you sometimes, Y/N. You work too hard.”
“Or you guys work too little,” you shot back, smiling playfully. Hoseok rolled his eyes, swatted your arm gently before he and the others bid their farewells and headed back up to the line of students awaiting food.
Yoongi followed them, but you could tell he wasn't satisfied with the answer you had given. Simply claiming you had no appetite had been a weak excuse, you were aware, but it was the only one your sluggish brain could come up with on the spot.
You ignored the glances he sent to you over his shoulder as he followed after his friends, instead choosing to duck your head back into your arms and let the despair take over.
---
“So are you gonna explain what happened at lunch today?”
You sandwiched your cellphone between your ear and your shoulder as you stirred the pot of spaghetti you were cooking. Yoongi sounded slightly off-put, as if the thought of you not eating lunch had been pestering him all day.
“I already told you,” you said. “I lost my appetite. It's what happens when I get stressed.”
“I've known you since first year, Y/N. I've literally seen you bring food into an exam. Don't tell me you lose your appetite whenever it's exam season.”
“Well these exams are important!” you exclaimed, voice higher than usual. “Or maybe I'm coming down with something. I don't know, Yoongi, but you don't need to worry, either. I'm making pasta right now. Listen.” You slid your phone away from your ear and placed the speaker over the hob for dramatic effect, letting Yoongi listen to the bubbles boiling from the pan.
You placed the phone back between your shoulder and cheek. “See? Bon appétit.”
“You're really gonna be the death of me. You know that, don't you?”
You chuckled, cheeks flushing red at the comment. “I know.” You added a final pinch of salt to your meal and started to drain it. “So, tell me, Mr Min. Why did you and your friends approach me so often today? Was it something I did?”
Yoongi went silent for a moment, as if pondering how to reply. You leaned against the counter, waiting for your meal to drain.
“I may or may not have spoken to them about you just a little bit,” he replied, making you stop dead almost immediately. He seemed to catch on to your reaction through your silence, as he was quick to try and redeem himself. “It wasn't anything obvious! They still don't know that we're – they still don't know we're together. But remember a few days ago when you wore your hair up in that messy bun?”
You grunted. “God, please don't remind me. I hadn't slept the night before, and-”
“I saw you walking past and I don't know what happened, but I just started telling them how good you looked,” he continued. “So now every time they see you, I have to stop them from going over to you. They're just trying to tease me, that's all.”
You flushed, biting your lip. How you had once believed Yoongi to be a bad influence, somebody to ignore, was completely beyond you. His temper was short, sure, but he was the sweetest person you had ever had the privilege of meeting.
“But you're the quietest one whenever they come up to me,” you said.
“They think I'm just being shy,” Yoongi explained. “Little do they know, I struggle to bite my tongue when I'm around you. I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from flirting if I let myself talk.”
You grumbled. “Stop.”
He chuckled. “Alright, alright. I'll leave you to your cooking, Chef Ramsey. I have studying to do – talk to you tomorrow?”
“As always,” you replied. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you.”
And then the phone went dead. You stuffed your phone back into your pocket and leaned back against the counter, closing your eyes slowly; as soon as Yoongi's voice faded away, you found yourself feeling, once again, slightly unsafe. Like the weight was pressing back upon your shoulders, as if his voice had been the only thing keeping it away.
Maybe it was. Maybe Yoongi was the only thing keeping you sane during times like these; maybe he was the reason you hadn't completely broken down.
---
The next few days in school were made hell by the people in your year.
Although Shuling was most definitely the most prominent of abusers, there were other people who had it out for you. People who saw your silence and lack of social skills as an easy target; during exam season, all of them seemed to appear from the wood works in their attempts to get a jab in every time they saw you.
You scurried down the hallway faster than usual, pressing your notebooks and textbooks up against your cheek in any attempt to hide your face from the passers-by. It had gotten to the point where you no longer cared who it was; eye contact with anyone was risky, and so you avoided it at all costs.
You hadn't properly spoken to Yoongi since that day in the staff room. He spent the majority of his free time with his friends in the hallway, and you had long since stopped hanging around the lockers during your breaks. You instead either hid in the girls bathrooms, or huddled yourself in the library with a cup of coffee and your homework to keep you occupied.
It wasn't like you particularly enjoyed the isolation; some days, you wanted nothing more than to finish classes and head over to Yoongi, talk to him like how you always wanted to – but the idea of Shuling seeing you, the insults she would throw at you if she were to see you conversing with the school bad boy were too much to bare; seeing her at all was too much to bare, which was why you spent your breaks curled up in the corner of the library with a book on your lap, telling Yoongi everything was fine over text.
That was about as much as you and Yoongi could do during these busy months; texting and phone calls, the odd broom closet make out session whenever one of you was feeling particularly stressed out; but it was nothing more than that. Yoongi hadn't even come over to your house, too busy with his own studying to think of visiting you outside of school.
Today was no different from any other day.
You walked in the front doors, hood pulled on up over your head to give you that extra protection from the prying eyes of your fellow school mates. You darted down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone, and quickly slid into your first class of the day – ten minutes early, as per usual.
Only this time, the classroom wasn't empty.
Today, the English room held one student who very rarely showed up early – in fact, he very rarely even showed up on time. He was always five to ten minutes late, so seeing him lounging back in the chair with his headphones dangling from his ears was quite a shock to the system.
You froze in the doorway, glancing around the small classroom with a look of apprehension and confusion on your face. Yoongi hadn't realised you had entered, his back to the door with his headphones blocking out any noise.
“Uh – Yoongi?” you called out, but he didn't even flinch.
Slowly, you set your books down on the edge of a nearby desk and approached the oblivious boy. You placed a hand on his shoulder, and he was immediately snapping up as if you had electrocuted him.
“Yah!” he exclaimed, spinning around in his chair with wide eyes. You couldn't help but burst out laughing, timidly covering your mouth to stifle the noise from the outside world.
Yoongi groaned at your reaction, plucking his headphones from his ears and placing them on the table. He didn't wait, didn't respond to the fright you had given him; instead, his hands were immediately reaching out and grabbing you by the hips, tugging you into him. You bunched your fists against his chest, still laughing even as he pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head.
“Good morning to you, too,” he grumbled.
“What are you doing here so early?” you asked, looking up at him as your laughter died down to little bursts of giggling.
“I wanted to see you,” he replied. “So I dragged my ass out of bed a few minutes early so I could catch you on time – it looks like I got here before you, though.”
“You're just such a good student.”
He smiled that gummy smile that you loved so much. “That's what it is. Now where's my kiss?”
You rolled your eyes before kissing him. It was only gentle, your fingers travelling up his neck and gently resting on the edge of his jaw. He shuddered beneath the feel of your fingertips, the feather light touch which seemed to please him so much. Whilst your hands were soft and gentle, his own were knotted in the back of your t-shirt, tugging you impossibly closer to him.
You savoured this moment, because you knew it wouldn't last long. It couldn't last long. This moment in itself was risky enough, but you found yourself not caring.
He pulled away first, smiling down at you playfully. “I really can't wait till exams are over and we can do this whenever we want.”
“Not in school,” you said, patting his chest before stepping away from him, wiping a hand over your now swollen lips.
He groaned. “Why not?”
“First of all, PDA annoys people,” you replied. Yoongi rolled his eyes at this, reached forward and pulled you between his knees as he sat himself up on the desk.
“And is there another reason?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Nobody knows we're actually a couple,” you said.
“We can change that. At least for the people who matter.”
God, how you would love for that to be the case; for you and Yoongi to be able to be together without the added accessory of hate that would surely accompany it whenever the news spread; you had Shuling to worry about, as much as you hated to admit it. She should have meant nothing to you, her opinion should have meant nothing, but the idea of adding fuel to an already burning fire was too much for you to comprehend right now.
But you nodded anyway, gently running your hands through Yoongi's hair. “Yeah. Maybe one day, babe.”
Yoongi sighed through his nose, leaned forward and pressed his forehead against your collarbone. Class would be starting in a few minutes time, and you found yourself dreading the idea of this moment being over.
You were so caught up in the moment in question that neither of you noticed or heard the sound of the door creaking open behind you. Not until she spoke.
“Oh, this is something.”
You were fairly certain your heart had frozen in your chest the minute you heard her voice bouncing off of the classroom walls.
You pulled away from Yoongi quickly, him falling forward as his forehead detached from your collar bone. He just barely managed to catch himself, his eyes darting up to look at Shuling who was standing by the door with an amused smirk present on her face.
You could feel your skin paling, could feel your hands tingling with nerves at your side. It was like the room was closing in around you, because she looked so pleased with herself. For once in her life, she had something to tease you over that didn't involve your looks, or your lack of social skills – now she genuinely had a rumour to spread.
This was it. This was the end of the tiny, tiny career you had managed to scrape from the bottom of the damn barrel. What little dignity you had left was soon going to be demolished, and it was all because you had been lost in the moment with the man you loved.
“What do you want?” Yoongi grunted, putting back on his bad-boy persona that only ever seemed to dip whenever he was around you.
Shuling looked up at him through her circular glasses and raised an eyebrow, as if asking him if his question was a serious one. “Sorry to be blunt, Min Yoongi, but I just walked in you two making out in the English classroom – quite scandalous, if you were to ask me.”
“Good thing nobody did ask you.”
You paled. “Yoongi, please...”
“I'm disappointed, Y/N-ah,” said Shuling. “And I'm sure Mr Jong will be quite disappointed as well. Not to mention shocked – you two are hardly compatible. I think most of the school will be shocked to find out.”
“Shuling, please don't do this,” you said. You felt Yoongi's eyes snap up to look at you, confusion very clearly lacing his thoughts. You had once been so ready to tell people about your relationship with him – at least, you had given off that illusion. Yoongi had always told you that he was ready to tell people whenever, that he didn't see an issue in telling people about the two of you – it was just something you two kept to yourself for now.
But now it seemed as if you were almost terrified of the prospect, and it wasn't because of Yoongi. It would never be because of Yoongi. You loved him, and he loved you, and there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to such facts – it was how other people would react.
Call you self-conscious, but you weren't entirely sure you would be able to cope with any more rude comments being sent your way – not on top of the ones that were already there.
Yoongi wouldn't understand that. He didn't know about the bullying, because you hadn't told him, and you hadn't planned on telling him. To him, right now, you must have truly looked like you were ashamed of being his girlfriend, and that thought alone had tears springing to your eyes in seconds.
Shuling simply smiled at your plea, folding her arms over her chest. “There's nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N. He's hardly ugly now, is he?”
“Would you just piss off?” Yoongi growled, sliding off of the desk and pulling his bag onto his shoulders. “Your voice goes through me.”
Yoongi slid an arm around your waist, pressed a kiss to the bottom of your ear before he was walking past Shuling, a glare in his eye as he did so. Shuling merely grinned at him, didn't move as Yoongi gave you one last farewell smile and exited the room; he clearly didn't want to be in Shuling's presence any more than you did. He didn't know about your and Shuling's relationship, meaning he saw no issue with leaving you alone with her.
As soon as the door was closed behind Yoongi, Shuling's gaze snapped to yours and she started to clap sarcastically. “Little Y/N is getting more dick than I thought!”
You closed your eyes. “Shuling-”
“You could have told me, honestly,” the girl scoffed. “Somebody like Min Yoongi warming up your bed? God, the things people are gonna say!”
“Leave Yoongi-”
“I think I'll tell Mr Jong first – this is his classroom, after all.” She suddenly gasped, startling you. “Unless you and Yoongi have done it in other places around the school! Is your Mummy too strict? Does she not let boys sleep over, so you have to get it on in school? How scandalous!”
“Shuling, I'll do anything!” you exclaimed. “I'll buy you coffee for the rest of the school year, every single morning. I'll buy you lunch if that's what you want – I'll do your homework. Just please, please don't get Yoongi involved in this.”
“Why?” Shuling stepped forward, tilting her head. “Oh, that's right. Your little boyfriend is already on the watch list for being expelled, isn't he? If the teachers were to find out he was doing inappropriate things in the classrooms-”
“We're not having sex in school!” you exclaimed, before you flushed.
Shuling grinned. “But the teachers hardly have any proof of that, and from what I've just walked in on – well, you may as well have been going the full way. I'm only doing what's right.”
“Yoongi didn't do anything to you.”
“Yoongi is a god damn idiot,” Shuling snapped. “All he does is wade around school with his pack of idiot friends, making stupid songs because he can't get a real job. I'd be doing him a favour if I got him expelled – maybe then he'd spend more time trying to get a real hobby.”
Before you could say anything else, the bell rang, signalling the start of first period. You stared at Shuling in both shock and horror as she span on her heel, not even giving you a second glance before she darted out of the door to go and line up outside with the rest of the students.
Your hands were trembling. You were fairly certain there was sweat now soaking the collar of your shirt. The thought – the mere thought – of the horrors that were about to follow this very situation had you needing to sit down before you truly did collapse.
---
You ignored Yoongi as best as you could for the days following.
It was excruciating. Now that you were actively trying to avoid him, he seemed to be popping up everywhere. Now that he was aware somebody knew about your and his relationship, he no longer cared about the idea of being caught – every time you saw him, he would smile and wave at you in a way he had never done before; with fondness, no longer caring about who saw.
You didn't wave back to him, instead choosing to duck your head down and pretend you never saw him in the first place. You had set your bag down on the chair next to you during English class just to stop him from sitting beside you. You ate your lunch in the library rather than sitting in the cafeteria, where Yoongi and his friends were always chatting loudly to one another in the food line, or marching on tables as the teachers looked on in annoyance.
But it was always Yoongi who caught your eye, and he had on the exact same look every single time – absolute confusion.
He must have thought it was his fault you weren't speaking to him. As the days went on and you continued to ignore him, his eyes only got sadder, his frown growing deeper, the jokes he shared with his friends growing sparser and sparser – it killed you. It truly did hurt to see him grow sadder and sadder with the passing days, but it would only benefit him in the long run.
You knew you could have broken up with him, but that was the last thing you wanted to do. You loved him. It wasn't just a high school crush, a simple infatuation with the school bad boy – Yoongi had seen every side to you, and you truly struggled to imagine a life where he wasn't in it.
Breaking up with him would have been the best option, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Perhaps, over time, with you ignoring him, he would choose to break things off himself. It would be difficult to bare, but it would be easier than doing the job on your own.
The fifth day rolled around, and that was when the rumours finally started to sprout.
Shuling had very clearly struck. On this particular morning, it wasn't just the usual group of bullies who you were trying to avoid – it was everyone. Every single person in the hallway, it seemed, were whispering about you as you barrelled down the hall in search of your first class – people snickered, called you Yoongi's 'play-thing.' You had no doubt in your mind that Shuling had exaggerated her recollection of what she had walked in on, made it seem like you and Yoongi were having a quickie in the middle of Mr Jong's classroom on a cold Monday morning.
You didn't see Yoongi at all that day. On the few occasions where you saw his group emerging from their different classes, Yoongi wasn't with them. His friends tried to speak to you on multiple occasions throughout the day, having clearly heard the news and wanting nothing more than to learn the truth, but you had scurried past them without even saying hello.
You couldn't talk to them about it. Not right now. Not with the entire school having their eyes on you.
“I bet she slept with Mr Jong, as well.”
“She's such an idiot for having sex with Min Yoongi. That guy is such a player.”
“I bet he's not in today because he's away shagging some girl behind the PE hall.”
The comments continued, only growing worse as the day went on. It got to the point where people were beginning to call you whore, as if the idea of sex was some taboo, disgusting concept to them. You very nearly rolled your eyes – you were eighteen years old. You could do what you wanted. You were a consenting adult, and Yoongi was somebody you loved and trusted with every fibre of your being – what was the issue?
Oh yes. The issue was, the people saying these things thought you and Yoongi had hooked up in a classroom, minutes before class was due to start.
“And we all thought she was the golden student...”
By the end of the day, you were completely exhausted.
You walked home amidst the yellings and teasings of people who didn't even know what they were talking about. As soon as you opened the front door of your house, saw your parents weren't home, you collapsed on the sofa and let every single emotion you had been bottling up explode into the pillow.
The tears poured from your eyes, silent sobs racking your body and making your shoulders shake. You didn't want to be too loud in case the neighbours heard – you weren't even sure why you cared so much. This was your issue – you just cared. You wanted to please everyone to the point where it was truly as if strangers were running your life rather than yourself.
You clutched the pillow close to your chest, gripping it tight as if in doing so, you could squeeze away everything that had happened today.
It seemed like hours had passed before the door to the house was being knocked upon. Your head peaked out from beneath the quilt you had dragged downstairs, eyeing the front door with concern – who could be visiting you right now? Your parents were at work, and they wouldn't knock in the first place.
Hesitantly, you stood up and peaked through the peephole.
Your heart was immediately ripped from your chest, and every single ounce of willpower you had been storing up crumbled.
You threw open the door, sobs already starting again as you tossed yourself into Yoongi's arms, just needing to feel his arms around you, just needing him to hold you.
He didn't even ask questions as he wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his head in the crook of your neck and held you close to him. You sobbed into his shoulder, not caring about the passers-by who were gazing at you and Yoongi with confusion – they didn't matter. Not right now.
Yoongi picked you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you into the house. He kicked the door closed, gently placed you down on the sofa and stood over you with a concerned glint playing in his gaze.
“Where were you today?” you managed to choke out, lazily wiping your hands over your cheeks.
“I didn't – I didn't come in,” he replied. “I didn't see a point.”
“I missed you.”
“You've been ignoring me for days, Y/N.”
“I'm sorry.” You closed your eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. You had hurt him. You could see you had hurt him in the way he looked so exhausted right now, the way he looked as if he was torn between comforting you and screaming at you for ignoring him all this time.
God, he should have been screaming. He should have broken up with you ages ago – not to save you from the comments that had been hauled at you today, but because you had treated him so badly in an attempt to save yourself from the backlash that loving him brought upon you.
Yoongi sighed through his nose, folding his arms over his chest and looking down at you with that same, misplaced look of concern on his face. He should have been angry. Hell, he shouldn't have even been giving you the time of day.
“This whole thing with Shuling has really freaked you out, hasn't it?” he asked in a soft voice.
You nibbled on your trembling bottom lip. He didn't know the half of it.
Slowly, Yoongi lowered himself into a crouch in front of you. He rested his hands on your knees to balance himself, gently rubbed circles into your legs that comforted you more than he would ever understand.
“I know my reputation isn't that good,” he mumbled. “People go around and say I'm a player just because I'm a little rough around the edges, so I understand why you'd – why you'd maybe not want people to know that I'm your boyfriend-”
Your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to object, to tell Yoongi that you were in no way embarrassed of him, but he continued speaking before you could get a word out.
“But I want you to know that I love you, and I'm so proud to be able to call you my girlfriend – nobody knew I was going to do as well as I have done.” He smiled shyly, a blush rising on his cheeks. “I don't deserve you. Anybody with common sense can see that.”
“Yoongi,” you croaked out, a fresh batch of tears springing to your eyes again. “That's not why I ignored you. I didn't – I didn't ignore you because I'm ashamed of you. I'm not ashamed of you. At all.”
Yoongi frowned then, looking up at you with a heartbreaking look of confusion. “Then what is it?”
You swallowed the golf ball sized lump in your throat; he had gone out of his way to visit you, to make sure you were okay whenever you least deserved that kind of treatment. He had pushed away the fact that you had completely ignored him for the past five days, had put his love for you before anything else – you couldn't lie to him. Not any more.
And who knows: maybe he would help you in the long run.
The tears flooded your eyes once again as you inhaled deeply and looked down at him. Your voice cracked when you spoke, but you were too busy trying to think of what to say next to do anything about it. “I've been. . . I've been getting picked on.”
You winced. Picked on wasn't a strong enough phrase to describe it.
“For a few years now,” you added. “I can't really – I mean, I can't really walk down the halls without – without people making fun of me. Which is why I tend to hide in the mornings.”
Yoongi didn't say anything. He looked slightly shell shocked, his jaw clenched and his fingers gripping the material of your jeans a little tighter than before.
You swallowed again before continuing. “I knew people were gonna talk about us whenever they found out about our relationship, and I wasn't sure if I could handle any more scrutiny, Yoongi. I just couldn't do it – I was barely handling the things they were already saying. That's why – That's why I backed off. That's why I ignored you. That's why I was so adamant to keep us a secret. It was selfish, and I'm sorry if I made you think I loved you any less because of it.”
Yoongi reached up suddenly, cupping your face in his hands. You were startled; he didn't do this often. His eyes were boring into yours, and you could feel his hands trembling around your jaw as his thumbs jolted out and swiped the tears off your cheeks.
“It's okay. It's okay,” he whispered, over and over. “Tell me who it is. Tell me who's bullying you, and I swear to god I'll-”
“No, Yoongi, no,” you said, placing your hands over his. His breathing had become shallow, deep in his chest as he tried to suppress his anger. “Please don't do anything stupid. It'll only back fire on you.”
“How long has it been going on?” he asked you.
“Ever since first year. But it's okay. I'm okay. I can ignore them, and-”
“It's not okay,” he barked, startling you into silence. “Jesus, I didn't even realise! How could I not have realised?”
“It's-”
“It's Shuling, isn't it? Her and her little group,” he snarled, and you had never before heard such anger in his tone. “That day whenever you didn't get lunch – it was because of the coffee, wasn't it? She made you buy her a coffee.”
“She does it a lot. That's nothing I can't handle.”
“I don't care whether you can handle it or not,” Yoongi scoffed, suddenly shooting upright, his hands detaching from your face so he could run them through his hair. “She has no right to do that to you. I think I'm gonna have to have a little word with her-”
“Yoongi,” you groaned, reaching forward and grabbing his wrist. “I'm fine. I didn't tell you all this to get you riled up. I told you so there would be no more secrets between us, and now that those bridges have been crossed, we can forget about it.”
Yoongi shook his head. “I'm not forgetting about it. That bitch is making your life a living hell – she's the reason you don't even like walking in the hallways. It's about time she got put in her place.”
“And how are you going to do that? I know you. You won't hit a girl.”
“Oh, I don't need to use violence to get my point across,” Yoongi growled. You went silent then, could only imagine the type of comments that were already brewing in his head, ready to be thrown out to Shuling whenever he got the chance.
It took hours for Yoongi to finally calm down; hours where you refused to let him leave the house in fear of him stepping in front of a car in some uncoordinated rage. His head wasn't on right. He paced around your kitchen, running his hands through his hair repeatedly as you brewed him hot chocolate after hot chocolate in any attempt to get him to sit down and calm himself.
By the time it was growing dark outside, you had finally managed to drag him over to the sofa, where he pulled you into his chest and rested his cheek against the top of your head. His breathing was still shallow, anger still obvious in his demeanour, but he held you with that usual gentle grip that always made you feel safe and loved, no matter what the underlying tones to his mood were.
Eventually, you both managed to fall asleep, and it was like the world didn't exist for those few hours.
---
You and Yoongi walked into school together for the first time ever.
You weren't even nervous about people looking at you both any more – you were nervous about what Yoongi was going to do whenever he saw Shuling. Although you had made your apprehension towards him comfronting her very clear the previous night, Yoongi had never actually agreed to back down. In fact, he seemed to think you were only telling him not to because you were nervous.
And maybe that was the case, but you still didn't want him losing his temper; not whenever he was already walking on very thin ice with the school as it was.
You entered the hallways hand-in-hand. Yoongi had his hood on over his head, as per usual, but he walked with an air of confidence surrounding him now; one that most definitely hadn't been there before.
It was as if he was daring anybody to make a comment about the two of you.
His grip tightened on your hand to the point where he was basically dragging you through the crowded hallway.
“You're not gonna do anything stupid, are you?” you whispered.
Yoongi didn't respond, though you knew he had heard you.
“Yoongi-”
“There you two are!”
Namjoon and Hoseok came sprinting up to the both of you with panicked glints in their eyes. Yoongi froze in front of them, raising a brow in question. Namjoon and Hoseok spent a total of two seconds taking in the sight of you and Yoongi holding hands before they were bursting out into speech.
“Shuling Wo's been going around telling everyone that she walked in on you two having sex in the caretakers office,” Hoseok informed you. “We told her to come off it and to stop spreading lies, but she's sticking to her story.” Hoseok then leaned in, lowered his voice to a desperate whisper. “It's not true, is it?”
Yoongi growled, shoved Hoseok's face away from him. His hand was slipping out of yours before you could comprehend what he was doing, and he was marching away in seconds.
“Where is she? Where did you talk to her?”
Hoseok stumbled after his friend, whilst you and Namjoon lagged behind with looks of panic flashing upon your faces. Namjoon was most definitely the more mature person in Yoongi's group of friends, and you could tell he wasn't all for the hostility that was about to ensue – but you could also tell he wasn't about to put up with the rumours being spread around, either, which was why he didn't say or do anything to stop Yoongi from stampeding through the crowd of students.
“She was standing by her locker, just like she always is in the morning,” said Hoseok. “What are you gonna do? Go to a teacher? Get her suspended?”
“I'm gonna have a little chat with her,” said Yoongi, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You struggled to keep up with them, nerves eating away at your stomach. You wanted to turn around and let him deal with her on his own – there was no way of persuading him to calm down – not now. Not whenever he was involved in the rumours being spread.
Hoseok laughed, turning around and giving you and Namjoon an excited grin that neither of you returned.
It didn't take long for the five of you to find Shuling. As soon as you saw her, your stomach flipped and you instinctively grabbed for Namjoon's hand – anything to comfort you, anything to remind you that you now had people on your side – for the first time in forever, you had people who wanted to protect you.
Namjoon didn't hesitate to squeeze your hand, giving you a comforting smile. “It'll be okay. He won't do anything too risky. He knows-”
“Oi! Shuling!” Yoongi yelled.
Your eyes widened at the volume. The usually quiet and mysterious demeanour of Min Yoongi had disappeared in an instant, leaving behind this yelling ball of rage who was barrelling towards a startled looking Shuling.
Despite the confident aura she had given off only a few days prior, you saw her facade drop as soon as she saw the anger raging in Yoongi's eyes.
“How about me and you have a little chat about some things you've been saying recently, huh?” Yoongi continued, not keeping his voice down. He stopped right in front of her, and you were shocked to see her friends genuinely cower away from him, as if finally catching on that they had perhaps gone too far by including him in their bullying.
Shuling didn't cower, though her eyes betrayed her. She could barely keep the eye contact with Yoongi, despite her quick tongue and sarcastic comments. “How nice of you to visit me this morning, Yoongi. Was the back room of the music block a little bit too stuffy?”
“I heard you had a little slip of the tongue,” Yoongi growled, ignoring her comments. “Now, why don't you explain to me what it is you've been telling people about me and Y/N. I love a good story in the morning.”
Shuling's eyes flashed. “What? About the caretakers office? Do you not remember?”
“Shuling,” one of her friends hissed, gripping her elbows. “Maybe we should-”
“No, no,” Yoongi interrupted, raising a hand to silence the girl. “I wanna hear what she has to say.”
Shuling's smile wavered. “If you're worried about whether or not I've told the teachers, I can assure you I haven't. I honestly don't know how word got around – I kept your secret safe.”
“There is no secret,” Yoongi snarled. “You're making it up to make Y/N look bad.”
“Why would I do that to precious Y/N? Look at her.” Shuling's gaze slid to you. “So innocent. Even if she is a little kinky in the bedroom-”
“Yoongi!” you exclaimed before he had even moved. You could just tell he was losing grips on his restraint, that he wouldn't last much longer if Shuling continued to talk in the way she was; acting as if she had done nothing wrong, as if the rumours she had spread were truth.
You broke free of Namjoon's grasp, pushed past Hoseok and wrapped your fingers around Yoongi's upper-arm. Once again, he was breathing deeply, his eyes never once leaving Shuling's.
You perched up on your tippy toes, lips brushing his ear as you said, “Don't stoop to her level. You're better than this. Just make your point, and go.”
Yoongi inhaled deeply, clenching his fists by his sides. You lowered yourself back to the ground and let your hand slide down his arm, tangling your fingers in his and gently stroking your thumb back and forth over his knuckles.
“I don't even know why I bothered to give you attention,” Yoongi finally snarled. “You're spending your high school years trying to make somebody else's life a living hell – that tells me so much more about who you are than who Y/N is, because I know Y/N. Even though you're going around and making her sound like the scum of the earth, it doesn't matter – because anybody with two eyes and common sense will be able to see that she's twice the girl you'll ever be. She doesn't pride herself off of hurting other people. She isn't a sick little bastard like-” You squeezed his hand. He cut himself off, taking a shaky breath before continuing. “Have fun spreading your rumours like a jealous four year old. I'll look forward to the day where it comes out you were lying, and Y/N and I can sit back and laugh at you for thinking you could outsmart karma.”
Hoseok was yelling in his excitement as Yoongi squeezed your hand, gave Shuling one last glare over his shoulder before he was dragging you back through the crowd. Namjoon and Hoseok skittered after the two of you, Namjoon even grinning from ear to ear as the crowd watched you all disappear back down the hallway.
You couldn't speak. No words were forming in your brain – it was simply white noise. The things he had said, the way he had said them with such confidence – it was truly that easy. You had seen the look of pure horror washing over Shuling's face as Yoongi's anger became prominent – for years, you had been trying to get her to leave you alone, and Yoongi makes one speech directed at her, and she's suddenly cowering in her boots.
Yoongi didn't say anything to you the entire way to first period; it was Hoseok and Namjoon's excited ramblings that filled the silence, but you found yourself blocking out their voices, instead choosing to concentrate on the silent man beside you.
---
Yoongi plunged his fork into the potato wedge on your plate. You sent him a glare.
He grinned at you playfully, chewing at the food. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him; at least you were beside him. It was still weird to you, sitting beside him and his friends in the cafeteria with not a worry in the world over who would be watching you, who was judging.
It had been a week since Yoongi had confronted Shuling, and a week since the last time Shuling had said anything to you. In fact, she was even avoiding your gaze nowadays, refusing to look up from her locker when you walked down the hallway.
You were still shy, still quiet. Just because the bullying had come to a slow halt didn't mean you were going to be any less timid. You still tried to hide your face behind your stack of books, still struggled to raise your hand in class, still struggled to talk to new people.
But things were looking up. You had Yoongi, and you were genuinely starting to bond with the other six boys who treated you as more of a little sister than anything else – despite the majority of them being in the years below your own.
As Yoongi and you shared a plate of potato wedges, somebody tapped on your shoulder.
You turned around, eyes immediately widening at the sight of Shuling standing behind you. Yoongi froze at your side, dropping his fork onto the plate. You were quick to reach beneath the table, tangle your fingers in his own to stop him from doing anything irrational.
“Shuling,” you said, not unkindly. There was no point in being hostile – it wouldn't get you anywhere, and you were well aware that you were about as threatening as a new born puppy.
She sneered. “Y/N. I just came to tell your boyfriend here that he was right with what he told me a few days ago.” She inhaled, as if the words genuinely hurt for her to admit. “Karma will get to me, and I want to make amends – I'm an adult now, and there was no need for me to be as rude as I was.”
She nodded then.
You and Yoongi stared at her in silence, your jaw opening just a little bit. Even the tension in Yoongi's shoulders had deflated with the disbelief.
“Are you serious?” you said before you could stop yourself.
Years upon years of constant bullying was suddenly flashing through your mind. Memories of yourself curling up in the bathroom stall, crying into your knees over something this bitch had said to you – and now she was wading up to you with a half-ass apology, fully expecting you to forgive her for everything she had done?
You believed in forgiveness, in second chances, but you also believed in having the right to dismiss someone's apology whenever you didn't see it as sincere – especially if that somebody was apologising purely for their own reputation.
Chances were, people had found out she had been lying and now she was trying to patch things up in her attempts to keep her image crystal clean.
“Are you serious?” you repeated, more bluntly now. “You think we're actually gonna believe that? You're just scared Yoongi's gonna call you out in front of the entire school again!”
You heard Yoongi choke on air at the side of you. Shuling merely looked at you with wide eyes.
You rolled your own eyes, grabbed Yoongi's hand and stood up. You weren't sure where this new found confidence was sprouting from, but it was mixed with anger and disbelief that Shuling truly had the audacity to say such a thing.
Yoongi stumbled up, following you as you shoved past your ex-bully. He was laughing, laughed even harder whenever you slammed your shoulder against Shuling's in your attempts to get her out of your way. She stumbled to the side, a gasp escaping her lips.
But you didn't give her the time of day. You didn't even look back at her as you and Yoongi left the cafeteria together, Yoongi laughing the entire way into the hallway.
As soon as the door to the cafeteria closed behind you, you shook your head. “The nerve of her. Did you see her face? She genuinely thought we were just going to forgive her so easily!”
Yoongi shook his head, looking at you with a new glint in his eyes that you had never seen before; it would have made you flush had it not been for the anger coursing through you.
“The audacity,” Yoongi said, grinning from ear-to-ear. “I've never seen you get so riled up.”
You folded your arms over your chest. “Your speech from a week back must have inspired me to not take any more shit from people who think they're better than everyone else.”
Yoongi stepped forward, wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders. “No, babe. That was all you.”
And you grinned, despite yourself. You grinned, because Yoongi was beside you, and you had just stood up to a high school bully for the first time in your life.
Everything was starting to look up, and you had never before felt so free and confident to do what you wanted.
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Adventure Time: Elements Starters
Skyhooks
“That was definitely the longest adventure we’ve ever done.”
“Let’s go take hot showers!”
“Look at this fish. It’s... gummy?”
“We’ve gotta get to the bottom of this hot shower.”
“Home always looks different after a long trip.”
“Everything being pink is probably not a big deal, and also I’m tired.”
“Why do you worry so much, worry baby?”
“Don’t worry, we’re only teasing you because you’re a baby.”
“Hey! You look like me!”
“Welcome, stranger! It’s so cool that you’re inside our house!”
“We’ve obviously stumbled into an alternate dimension where everyone’s a different version of themselves. Yawn.”
“I’m in control of my emotions.”
“Drink up, babies!”
“I used to have a LOT of fear and sadness - but now I’m FINE!”
“No! That is body juice.”
“What’s that? Do you spurn my fluids?”
“Looks like someone’s feeling a little SOUR.”
“Stop striding! It just keeps you agitated!”
“Hey! You’re meat!”
“They look so happy. Like dogs.”
“Something smells nice. Nice and toasty.”
“She’s everywhere.”
“You fixed ‘em? But they’re your friends!”
“Goodbye, boys! It’s better this way!”
“They’ll be back. They have nowhere else to go.”
Bespoken For
“Why does it look like a four-way pizza?!”
“Everyone is not dead. It’s much worse.”
“What am I gonna do without my besties around?”
“Bird watching sounds cool.”
“I’m going out to get some magic ingredients.”
“Cool. Bring me a snackie.”
“You a toucan?”
“I’ve tried so hard to help you.”
“It’s saddening, it’s maddening, I’m rapping, and- and--”
“No, I don’t remember who she is. But I know how to find out.”
“It’s okay. I know you don’t remember me.”
“Hey, wanna go on a date with me tonight?”
“I think she might be an exotic bird.”
“You need to get a nice bespoked suit.”
“No, that’s just the muumuu, dawg. I’m jacked.”
“Pretty fly for an ice guy.”
“I’m really into skulls and old teeth in jars, too.”
“Well, that was terrifying.”
“Maybe you’re going after someone who doesn’t exist anymore.”
“Why not take him as he is? After all, you’ve been through a lot of changes yourself.”
“It sounds depressing when you say it that way. Think of a different way to say it.”
“I don’t wanna be that guy who just hangs out with his girlfriend all the time and doesn’t see his friends... Man, I wanna be that guy so bad.”
“These are some low-grade fairies.”
“Where did the weird lady go?”
“I wonder if my roomie has any more of these soothing donuts.”
Winter Light
“We’ll enter via the sewer line.”
“This is a place mat from a seafood restaurant - and this word search is way too hard!””
“I made these sweaters and ear muffs for you guys. They’re bespoke.”
“It’s a lot colder now, too.”
“Oh, I get it. The top one’s fake.”
“This is crazy. It’s like being at the bottom of an ocean.”
“Ice to meet you.”
“You betta believe it, bucko.”
“Do you wanna come with us? We’re on a secret mission.”
“She’s, like, ruined the whole world and all our friends.”
“Yes, I draw elves. It’s what I like to do!”
“It’s not a sewer, but it’ll have to do.”
“Oh no, you have an icicle. You look like your kids!”
“Back in my old basement, where it all began.”
“Cool boy say what?”
“They denied their precious birthright.”
“Instead of embracing their powers, they were overrun by them.”
“Monstrous. Like life itself.”
“If you’re so upset about this, you should fix it.”
“The universe is an abyss of suffering.”
“Best Friends Gang, retreat!”
“Everyone leaves, except me. I remember Father made me stay at the table until all the eggs were eaten.”
“Well, that sucks and I hate it.”
“The goose... Is loose.”
“My mystic soup is great for combating Ice Magic.”
“I feel drained like a dirty bath tub.”
“Ancient magic was actually my major.”
Cloudy
“Woah, neat-o.”
“Graduate student? What the heck is that? You graduated, but you’re still a student? Doesn’t make any sense.”
“Can the Dog do anything about this?”
“What are you doing? Swaddling me?”
“Look what happens when you go to sleep!”
“Turn around! I can’t go when you’re looking at me.”
“Yes sir. I sure like cuttin’ hair.”
“All this stuff happened because I acted selfishly.”
“I was talking about important stuff!”
“I’ve been trying to distract you from all this, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy with the way things are going!”
“You know what I’ve been thinking? What if we’re dead?”
“I try to keep my worries hidden, but where does that send ‘em? To my kidneys? That can’t be good.”
“I can get into that. Maybe when I’m thirty-five.”
“I don’t care, don’t look in this direction. It makes me feel like you can hear my most private business.”
“Since when is it such a hassle just to take a whiz?”
“Are you being digested in there?”
“Thanks for not digesting me.”
“Nothing happened to us, so now we get to fix it.”
Slime Central
“Here’s some trail mix for the road.”
“They’re two wack-a-doodle peas in a wack-a-doodle pod.”
“Something about it makes me feel weird in the ethics.”
“You don’t wanna stare at happiness too hard, yaknow? Cuz it stares back, man...”
“This smells like a locker room for a dead fish.”
“Okay, you look dope.”
“You guys on a team, yet?”
“No, you can’t be on my team!”
“You got something to say?”
“As always, the prize is absorption into the body of our bumpin’ leader.”
“Skate to assimilate!”
“Isn’t assimilation amazing?”
“It might be comfy, like a hug that turns you into a hug.”
“She can’t absorb us if we’re self-absorbed.”
“You need a three person team to compete, and I’m taken.”
“But I’m the plucky underdog!”
“No, you’re just terrible.”
“No, wait! Discontinue the beat!”
“They love me! I’m a true Cinderella story!”
“Today’s losers will now be punished with shameful absorption.”
“It’s like being in a warm bath full of snot.”
“It’ll work out somehow.”
“May as well give in to it...”
“This isn’t an uplifting underdog ending.”
“I’m not assimilating!”
“She’s gonna be rejecteeeed.”
“No, I totally faked it.”
“Even though I shoplifted this super cool outfit, I still didn’t fit in...”
“I guess I don’t fit in anywhere.”
“Whatever happened, he was always like... ‘it’ll work out.’“
“Stop being so selfish, I’m the one hurting here!”
Happy Warrior“He’s probably having fun, and doing way better without you.”
“Your laugh is really annoying.”
“Don’t talk that way about the skyhooks!”
“Please keep your hands and bags away from the cloud’s edge.”
“Don’t torture yourself! And don’t drop your phone into Fire Kingdom, dummy.”
“If I don’t, you’ll die. Hah!”
“So... You guys wanna do something? Got any music?”
“You guys aren’t just, like, boring and old, right?”
“This doesn’t look so bad.”
“You see that bird? Gross.”
“No, I’m just super cool.”
“I got RAGE!”
“You cannot defeat me!”
“Let’s take his armor.”
“I’m going, but I swear vengeance, okay?”
“Your cooking stinks!”
“Man, this place used to be nice... er.”
“I can’t, she’s like family!”
“My flame shield protected me from the Change. The rest of the kingdom... Is lost.”
“She is spicy with anger.”
“We used to really bond over music, and.... Stuff.”
“This is as far as I go.”
“She said some... Hurtful things.”
“I’ll give her a good talking to. I’ll talk her into next week.”
“My wolf is also a loner.”
“When did he get cool? Everyone slept on that.”
“Die in a ditch!”
“You used to be about the laughs!”
“You can’t run the saw, then stay outta my woodshed.”
“The duck found a secret tunnel!”
“We’re just friends, and I’m proud of that friendship. Getting there took a lot of trust building and emotional growth.”
“... Do you do squats?”
“That big, gross dragon is your ex?!”
“This place is a toxic, aggro-macho-scape.”
“That was messed up, and not who you really are!”
“The only friend I have is violence, and the only thing we do when we hang is FIGHT!”
“I’m gonna ruin your universe.”
“Honestly, I could still see those two working out.”
“This is terrible, nobody’s paying attention to me!”
“That’s a huge extrapolation from what I said.”
“Surely, this is the end of all things.”
Hero Heart
“Is this about your ex?”
“This is about the purity of battle.”
“Just listen to the beat of your hero heart!”
“I only hear the drums of war.”
“You’re hurting me physically and emotionally.”
“Becoming a crazy, fiery bad boy has made you even more of a babe.”
“It’s a real magic flying carpet!”
“We lost him to the flames of war!”
“You got any lotion? Your skin is so... Hydrated.”
“Aw man, I don’t think you should play this game ever again.”
“Look at all these thirsty customers!”
“Ice cream pies for all our hot new friends.”
“Jeez, who sneezed in your cornflakes?”
“Look, weird lady - I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but we’re the only sane people left in this crazy, mixed-up world.”
“Lets get in there and mash their potatoes!”
“My children have come home.”
“Oh, a dragon, how fun!”
“I see you’ve been playing with matches.”
“Fight me, nerd!”
“Ooh! Are we wrastlin’? Fun!”
“Everyone I know is spazzing out on each other.”
“Is this the end? Will I be the last witness to the glory of this world that I chose above all others?”
“I don’t think I can save the world on my own.”
“Curse these superior genes.”
“Your face tastes like my happy place.”
“My little Sugarplum - you’ve returned to accept your sweet fate!”
“This charade has run it’s course.”
“In your hearts, you are all sweet!”
Skyhooks II
“You left my friend down there.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a new plan - a plan where nothing that happens here matters.”
“He sees me like a handsome older brother.”
“Its me! I’m saving your tight butt!”
“Maybe you’re not made of the same stuff as us.”
“No more learning!”
“Huh, musta dozed off. And bound myself.”
“People say ‘you shouldn’t live in the past.’ But I say ‘why not?’“
“This book is strange, but when you puzzle it out, it’s mostly all charges and frequencies.”
“My wonderful ___ will never become this sad, pathetic creature strewn before me.”
“I thought I could do it, but I can’t. Being with you is like looking at my old life through a funhouse mirror.”
“I think you need to be the most ‘you’ that you’ve ever been.”
“I do believe in myself. I’m a blossoming debutante on the war path.”
“Just relax, you’ll be obliterated soon.”
“I - I guess I’m a special person, and I am worthy of respect!”
“Can you turn this off and we can talk, maybe?”
“Boy, did I fail deep.”
“Maybe I’ll try again in another thousand years.”
“I’m not sticking around to see how this ends.”
“I didn’t like being ditched earlier.”
“I already saved your life, so quit telling me what to DO!”
“You mean these jewels love me more than they love those dum dums?”
“You bossed him back to normal!”
“The jelly is out of the tube!”
“Oh, blessings. What a trip.”
“Uh... Did you recently get a haircut?”
“Please be careful with yourself.”
“I’m... A hero.”
“You really donked up.”
“You and I can fix whatever this is, together. Whenever.”
“I was really scared when you left.”
“I love you.”
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