#but he gets better <3 also for the record i drew this last year so this is prior to the latest streams lore drop
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Ep 45 Part 1: Wife Gone, Miss Wife
Hey y’all, been a while! I fully blame this last unexpected haitus on Tears of the Kingdom. Also a billion other life things I won’t go into because 👏 I 👏 Want 👏 To 👏 Talk 👏 About 👏 Dead 👏 Wife 👏 !
Like damn, we’re coming back for just...a wild episode. Remember how a few episodes ago we finally united Seto with his long lost wife card? (and I had to check my notes and um...it was actually last episode if you count Kaiba, and only Ep 39 if you count Egyptian Seto. So uh...6 episodes.)
Remember that moment? Anyway, she dies this episode.
Yeah. Like. Damn. That quick huh? Knowing Yugioh’s track record with wifeys we’re pretty lucky she’s been on screen even that long before she went the Valon route and just full on died from one brush of cards with Joey.
Speaking of Joey, we last left the gang fumbling through a series of puzzles to unlock the pharaoh’s name. Bakura, disguised as Tristan, ran head first in there and threw off any semblance of a disguise and y’all, lets see how long it takes the guys to realize this isn’t Tristan.
Inside of this glowing door is a room with absolutely no light in it, which, don’t worry about it. That’s just a thing we do in art when we don’t want to draw a background--blow it out with light.
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MAN I have questions about the support bricks on the wall, but for now we’ll ignore that and look at the even more confounding giant bricks on the ground.
faced with a wall of Egyptian text on this pair of ancient Egyptian sunglasses they drew on the floor, it is lucky that Bakura cursed Tristan’s bean or else they would have never gotten past this room.
They’re zooming right by the fact that their friend is reading ancient Egyptian. A friend who is best known for 1.) Being a student janitor because he failed to become class president, 2.) being head of a “melons” club, and 3.) punching god-strengthed villains in the face when he should know better. A god which definitely didn’t get pissed as hell and immediately possess his bean earlier today.
So he levels with Yugi, using the biggest most simple baby words that Bakura knows, and they still talk right completely round each other.
Hey remember in Season Zero when that effed up thing happened and we all assumed it would never show up in this remake? (and by we I mean me)
It freakin showed up. My audible gasp when this show remembered that Yugi cursed um ALL of his friends. Like and he just straight up told them? Just like this?
Like at the start of this arc he and Pharaoh did have a chat about how Yugi didn’t have friends before he came along, but I thought they were gonna glaze over it! But nah, he just laid it out there that the past few years were all because Yugi got bored between class and wanted a buddy.
The implications of “hey we would not be friends if I didn’t curse your ass” is already pretty deep. But doing it within a brain puzzle that you followed your friend into, despite the fact you could literally die doing this, and realizing...the only reason you’re in this puzzle to begin with is because you were cursed 2-3 years ago...
...this is the Yugioh I never thought would come back. This season, man! This season goes so freakin fast and so freakin hard through things that like...this could be a whole episode in another show.
But, this is Yugioh, so we’re gonna put a pin in that.
Because it’s time to go back to Seto Kaiba’s past life and his nearly dead stranger friend that we have collectively decided is his wife, and by “we” I mean literally everyone on this show but Aknadin.
Aknadin sure doesn’t know what a “wife” is, but he sure as hell knows what it ain’t.
Kissara runs towards Seto in this huge, empty boss arena that I would avoid like the plague in any video game.
And speaking of based, Seto Kaiba shows up. Because this episode wasn’t unhinged enough yet. Seto Kaiba is here to be the greek chorus of his own wife’s death.
He’s noticed. He’s noticed this is weird.
It’s a different storyboarder this season, but this storyboarder is still dropping some great frames. Look at this Seto they gave us, just snooping behind a pillar. New PFP just dropped (that is if anyone was even still using twitter which like, my life has been extremely blessed ever since I left it, we should all leave it together.)
So anyway she farts out a Blue Eyes on turn one, and Seto just kind of seethes from behind a pillar while trying to parse just anything that is going on.
Aknadin decides to shove her (well, her dragon...spirit...thing) into the rock tablet during the card shenanigans that followed. I, at first thought it was with an Orichalcos, and I got very excited about how complicated this season was going to get before I realized it wasn’t lime green.
I do not fully understand the card shenanigans at play here, it was not covered in my education playing through Yugioh Duel Masters (Master Duel) but it doesn’t matter because of the power of...love? or whatever the hell vibes are going on between these two goobers. They, with their vague as hell energy, will stand together against whatever life throws at them.
And by that, I mean literally dying 5 seconds afterwards
Seto Kaiba behind a pillar watched this go down, confused by whether he should feel anything at all by this random series of events between a girl he had half a conversation with, and a guy who looks like him except with guns the size of barrels.
Seto, filled with the pure anger of his wifey’s revenge, also immediately biffed it in solidarity.
Seto still remained behind the pillar, because why interrupt this? I mean yeah he looks like yourself and that girl absolutely died but eh...he’s gonna stay behind the pillar. Maybe if he had a duel disk he’d have thrown a couple cards and done some property damage. but as you can see, there are not helicopters or cranes to do property damage with.
So instead he remains behind the pillar, which they didn’t draw here in this next frame.
And on the back of a horse, in gallops Pharaoh.
I live for these popcorn moments in TV, where we’re like “hey, what if we just threw these characters in a weird blender and see how they reacted?” and this episode is just--everyone ends up in this one random spot and they all collectively are like like “what? The hell is happening?”
And we will see more of that next update.
As usual, here is the link to read these in chrono order:
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
Next post will go up like tomorrow probably, but, may my post after that not take 2 months to make, lmao, I swear guys we are going to finish Season 5!
#YGO#Yugioh#Yu-Gi-Oh#recap#episode recap#long post#yami muto#seto kaiba#preist seto#?Was that the name?#yugi muto#bakura#Theif King Bakura#Season 5#Episode 42#Kissara#BEWD#SHE DEAD
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More Degrassi asks for whenever you want to answer! 1. Three or four unpopular Degrassi opinions - the more unpopular, the better! 2. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans really like who you're meh or ugh about 3. Two or three Degrassi couples most fans don't like much who you love (spoiler alert: my answer for this one would be Jenna/Connor...please don't hate me! The underwear thing was a horrific choice by the writers, but otherwise I love both lof them individually and together so much. It's so lovely to see someone 'on the spectrum' in a loving romantic relationship, and imo he is actually who she needs and deserves after KC!) 4. Your top seven female Degrassi characters? 5. Your top seven male Degrassi characters? 6. If you could choose to bring just three Degrassi characters back from the dead, who would they be?! Enjoy - I can't wait to see your answers...and feel fere to mock me for loving Jonnor ;)
Thank you for the asks!
Unpopular opinions:
1.) While I don't ship Spinner and Emma, their marriage is far from the worst thing Degrassi ever did. The timing made it all very questionable, but it seemed like Spinner and Emma found each other at just the right time. If not for the marriage itself, I don't think most would have such a big problem with them ending up together. Even though Emma's relationship with Sean was far more popular, in a lot of ways I actually think Emma and Spinner were more compatible. Maybe not for most of their run on Degrassi, but definitely during their last four seasons or so. If there's ever a reboot and those three characters return, I don't want to see Sean and Emma ending up together unless the writing can justify it. But based on how their relationship was written during season 6, I doubt they could.
2.) The definition of suicide is the act or instance of taking one's own life voluntarily and intentionally. Therefore, Zig couldn't have murdered Cam and bears no culpability in his death. This shouldn't be an unpopular opinion, but I still hear this ignorance on a monthly basis. It's been almost eleven years. This is ridiculous.
3.) Nine times out of ten, Ashley is correct and 100% in the right. It's just that many fans find her boring and she's consistently pitted against more popular characters played by more charismatic actors (Craig, Jimmy, Manny, Paige). This includes but isn't limited to Ashley dumping Jimmy because he was being passive aggressive and admitted to only considering her attractive on the inside as well as wanting to record and pursue music independently of Jimmy.
4.) Even though I prefer Drianca, the Clare/Drew relationship was one of the best written and executed ships during the later seasons. The writers did a fantastic job building up their feelings for each other and showing how they balanced each other out. It was a complete copout to drop their relationship entirely just so that Clare could end up with her slut shaming, misogynistic, emotionally abusive, overrated ex.
Popular couples I don't ship:
1.) Miles/Lola (They fucked once while his boyfriend was in a coma. Lola's whole thing was not wanting to be someone's second choice. Miles did the same "You're the only one that understands me" song and dance with four different love interests)
2.) Eli/Clare (See my fourth unpopular opinion or just watch seasons 10-14)
3.) Cam/Maya (They're sweet for what they are and I loved Maya's arc, but overall it was a very brief relationship that left Maya with a lot of trauma and negative feelings towards Cam. Also, Zaya was right there. That made it impossible to invest in them)
Unpopular couples I ship:
1.) Clare/Drew (once again, see unpopular opinion #4)
2.) Dave/Alli (Dave was actually a good character and deserves twice as much nostalgia and appreciation as Johnny DiMarco gets for doing the bare minimum. No, they weren't perfect, but Dave unlike most Degrassi cheaters put in the work and effort to win back his ex's trust. I think they loved each other. The timing was just wrong and to be honest, they probably weren't meant to be)
3.) Tristan/Miles (To be honest, I'm currently having some complicated feelings about these two due to being in the middle of a Next Class rewatch and being forced to realize the biphobia was even worse than I'd remembered. But, the simple fact I still technically ship them and the response to admitting you do in the present day is frothing at the mouth and shame means they should be included. For what it's worth, I liked them in season 13, enjoyed the potential in 14, and have positive memories of their second relationship)
Nooooo! Jonnor is amazing! They're one of the sweetest, purest couples on Degrassi. Connor struggled to understand social norms and handled his hormones in a questionable way, but he also didn't have the guidance at the time to figure that out. He left Degrassi to get a grasp on that, so I think it's forgivable. We see during Connor's relationship with Jenna that he's learned a lot and is overall a very respectful, considerate boyfriend to Jenna. I also strongly agree that Jenna deserved better than KC.
Top 7 female characters:
1.) Manny Santos
2.) Maya Matlin
3.) Alex Nunez
4.) Liberty Van Zandt
5.) Bianca DeSousa
6.) Paige Michalchuk
7.) Fiona Coyne
Top 7 male characters:
1.) Zig Novak (I don't even care)
2.) Spinner Mason
3.) Sean Cameron
4.) Marco Del Rossi
5.) JT Yorke
6.) Jay Hogart
7.) Mike Dallas
Three dead characters to bring back:
It kind of has to be JT, Cam and Adam. I wouldn't bring back Craig's dad or Rick. Part of me wants to bring back Wheels's parents from the original series, though.
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I drew something for once! This took me like 8 hours, and around 3 of those was just the grass lmao. I already posted this on my Instagram, but Instagram has a short word limit so you guys have to deal with my full explanation >:) I tried to not let this get too long, but knowing me I nerded out. I apologize.
On this day 10 years ago, May 31st 2013, an incredibly unpredictable and unusual storm formed over El Reno, Oklahoma. While Oklahoma is not unfamiliar with supercells by any means, this particular one proved to be erratic in a way that still holds a world-record, makes us question the Enhanced Fujita scale’s accuracy with our advancements in technology since its creation, and still leaves a visible shockwave in not just the location it touched down, but entire communities of storm chasers, weather-related engineers and storm interested people in general. The El Reno 2013 tornado still holds the world record for the widest tornado ever recorded, at a whopping 2.6 miles wide. Not only that, but it had a peak wind speed of around 302 MPH, and lasted 40 minutes on the ground. The biggest factors that made this storm as dangerous as it was, however, were what made it so peculiar. It moved in an unpredictably erratic fashion compared to other tornadoes by changing directions several times and quite suddenly, as well as moved in a direction tornadoes don’t typically move. It was also rain wrapped, which made it even harder to see with its massive size, AND it had several satellite tornadoes and subvortices that moved just as erratically as the main one. To this day, this specific tornado has made many question the EF scale, I could go into that whole ordeal but it would be way too long for this caption. Luckily, this tornado mainly stayed over farmland in the more rural part of the city (which is part of the reason it got rated incorrectly to so many people, including myself), but despite this it caused 8 fatalities. While this post is to recognize all of them and the event itself, there are 3 specific people I want to talk about.
When I was younger, I watched some storm chaser content out of curiosity despite having a phobia of tornadoes that I’m still working on but getting better with. While it was mostly just random content on youtube, there was one group I watched more often than the rest; the TWISTEX team. They weren’t just normal storm chasers though; the founder was an engineer who made many groundbreaking things for our current understanding of weather, such as the ‘turtle probes’ that recorded the inside of tornadoes and took measurements of the inside of them. He also was the one to measure the current record holder for the largest pressure drop on Earth, which he measured inside a tornado. He and his team made so many advancements that have helped us understand these storms as much as we do now, and in the storm chasing community, Tim was known as the most careful storm chaser you could come across, for he knew what he was working with. So on the day of El Reno 2013, him, his son Paul Samaras, and their teammate Carl Young set out to El Reno to be there for the storm and release the turtle probe inside the tornado for research purposes. Their vehicle had radars and other equipment to track its movement safely. They were moving parallel to it, which is the safest route when following a tornado, and they were going to get way ahead of it, set up the turtle, and leave before it got anywhere near them. However, nature had other plans.
As they were going down Reuter Road, a dirt street with farmland surrounding it, the tornado took a sharp turn right towards them in all its erratic fashion. They saw this in their radar and tried their best to outrun it, however one of the subvortices, just as unpredictable, picked their Cobalt up off the ground, slammed it over and over into the ground, and then tossed it down. This direction change happened so quickly that the man driving just behind them on Reuter Road, Dan Robinson, made it out with little injury and actually recorded the whole event on his dashcam, which is unreleased to the public for obvious reasons. All 3 of the men were killed by the tornado, Tim still inside the car while Paul and Carl were ejected, one of them being found a half mile away. These men are still highly respected in the storm community today for all of their work, and some experienced chasers still make their way to the memorial for them in El Reno every year. I was saddened when I found out what happened to them years later, after having not watched their content for a while. I have high respect for the TWISTEX team and especially Tim Samaras, and they are who got me so into this stuff myself (don’t worry, I don’t plan on storm chasing ever lol, just seeing a tornado watch for my area freaks me out). I hope to one day visit their memorial as well, plus El Reno is a really pretty town off of route 66 and that is a WHOLE other can of worms I’m extremely into.
So, I wanted to make this for today, and have been planning on it for a while now. To both just draw one of the most insane storms in history, and to commemorate the TWISTEX team for all they’ve done and how they inspire me. I chose Reuter and Radio roads for the signs, as it was the roads they drove on during the storm and where their memorial currently sits.
#el reno#oklahoma#el reno oklahoma#tornado#el reno tornado#el reno 2013#digital painting#my art#art#artists on tumblr#geist's art#TWISTEX#tim samaras
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hello i came back from playing my local store championship last night the format was modern and i dont play that format but the modern burn deck has a lot of cards in common wit the pioneer burn deck so we shuffled some cards around and were off to the races.
so the thing to know about me is that th emajority of my collection was from when i was like 10 and drafted every friday night as a kid and played vintage on tuesdays with the burn and stompy decks i built with my winnings from draft. so funnily enough, i actually own blood stained mires and sacred foundries and over time ive bene building up more of the red/white lands so i can eventually try either the convoke or heroic decks in pioneer, but i havent tracked down any of the actual white cards yet. it didnt make sense to splash white in my list for modern without any boros charms or literally any of the sideboard tools (good or otherwise) so i just put my searing bloods into the boros charm slot and left in eidolons. people love resolving ragavan and scam has plenty of things to searing blaze/blood. this will be great.
round 1 - eldrazi tron
reader all of their creatures are bigger than searing blaze/blood and my eidolons are actually just 2/2s that hurt me. i do not own blood moons, so i bring in smash to smithereens for the inevitable chalices and i bring in the kari zev expertises that i thought would be funny to resolve against murktide. in game 2 i manage to shoot my opponent down to single bolt range, but i forgot that karn can animate the one ring, so my opponent untaps and beats me to death with their ring. womp womp. game 1 i definitely had a chance to win, but i popped my only mire early to double spell, trapping a searing blaze in my hand. i died with that searing blaze in hand, facing down an opponent with a lot of eldrazi in play and 3 life. lesson learned. 0-1
round 2 - boros burn
seems like a nice guy! i stuff him game one with the good ol 7 bolts gameplan and game 2 he gets a little ahead on board against me, so i have to start blocking. my block buys me the turn i need to suspend two rift bolts with him at 12 and me with two more castable bolts in hand for when i untap. i am on 6 bececause of my very inspired choice to leave ramunap ruins in the deck in lieu of the horizon lands i dont own. opponent is only able to suspend a single rift bolt for his turn. i untap and burn him down. opponent saw 0 of his sideboard pieces. i had 0 sideboard pieces to put in. thats magic. 1-1
round 3 - boros burn
i know this opponent! we've drafted at a differet store in the city! anyways he kicks the ever loving shit out of me. this guy is a Burn Player. my last opponent also said he has been a burn player for years, but his deck didnt give him the opportuinity to leverage that experience it seems like. but r3 opponent? he knew when he was free to start shocking his lands in and he held back his creatures when he realized i was playing so many searing bloods/blazes so that i would be able to use all my mana efficiently and all of his turns seems perfect. absolutely stomped. 1-2
round 4- eldrazi tron (how???????)
i also know this opponent! i have like the worst record against this guy. i do what i can, but my bloods/blazes are poorly positioned against even his higher creature desnity version of this deck. he manages to chalice on 1 and 2 in game 2 and my only out is to draw my second copy of kari zevs expertise (drew the first one and used it to attack for lethal that made him trade his stolen thoughtknot seer with his other thoughtknot seer) and for him to resolve a 4 power creature or better that isnt thoughtknot seer, unless i am still in top deck mode wherein he has to play the seer AND THEN i draw expertise off the top the turn after. i was also playing extra mountains instead of sving them for blazes because he had shown me an ulamog in game 1 so i stayed on 4 lands with extra lands in my hand so that if he resolved ulamog, i could play my 3rd land and kari zev immediately if the opportunity presents itself. all of this was while he had an unopposed matter reshaper in play, so i had 4 turns to find the last copy of a card in my deck with about 40 cards left. my opponent even cast an ulamog for the style points so the stars were aligned. reader, they were not that aligned. 1-3
hey what can you do. it was nice getting a lot of opponents i recognized and the event was only 4 rounds (great turnout for modern!!!) so it was way less stressful. bummed i didnt manage to pull down one of those new eidolon promos but hey what can you do. i went in with a janky list and all of the games were p fun in spite of that so no complaints. honestly i spent the majority of the night talking to this guy who had shown up to ask about how to play magic actually, so i tried to be as good as a teacher as i could under the circumstances. in-between rounds he actually brought back a custard bun for me (because i was being so helpful i guess?) from the chinese bakery nearby which was very sweet of him
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(Part 4 the last one!!!)
THE BOYYYYYYYYYYSSS
🍂- What music does this oc like?
Emmit: anything loud and upbeat!!! Anything with funky sounding instruments!!! Anything that gets them MOVING!!!
After the whole Echo Monster thing, getting that excited about music comes with the risk of Ismet finding out, so he doesn't really keep up with music a lot during those years. That just means they have a lot to catch up on when they can!
Ismet: anything that works as efficient background noise for focusing on something else, more often than not instrumentals! He really likes violin :) he'd probably have a classic music record collection and then sit there quietly listening to the entire thing while doing nothing else and then it ends and he goes "that was lovely :)" and Emmit doesn't understand how he can do that at All
🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?
THEIR DESIGNS. GOD. THEY'RE SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW
Emmit and Ismet 🤝 Lily
There Was A Point Where I Drew Nothing But Them For Weeks At A Time
They compliment each other very well! Their designs are simple to draw but very visually pleasing, they fit together, once Emmit can possess Ismet it gets VERY fun to draw their expressions, ovhfhfhHFHGHGHGG. also one of the only times I've ever felt the desire to dress up my guys like dolls which has happened a grand total of two (2) times
🌸- What's this oc's favorite and least favorite color?
Emmit: Favorite - anything Ismet likes :) seeing their brother be happy is better than any colors
Least favorite - pink.
Ismet: Favorite - yellow! A soft dandelion yellow :) it's very pleasant and a calming color <3
Least Favorite - it used to be any dark muddy colors, probably a navy blue. For some reason he's recently taken a disliking to pink which is too bad, it's a nice color :(
🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?
Emmit: Likes - They like a lot of things about themself! They're determined, they're funny, they're nice, they like how they dress, they like to think people would enjoy their company if anyone knew they existed.
Dislikes - they weren't fast enough they weren't strong enough they weren't able to hold on they weren't able to protect him they weren't able to do ANYTHING-
Ismet: Likes - Oh he hates to brag, but he's very happy with who he is! He's found his own style, has his own home, and is always finding new things to enjoy about every new day :)
Dislikes - Why can't he remember? He was supposed to be somewhere, he was supposed to protect someone, he failed, of course he did he feels it in his bones, in the very fabric of his being, he failed, and yet that can't be right. The only person he'd ever want to protect that much is right here. Everything is fine, so why can't he remember what was wrong?
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Went 4-0 this morning which has put me into the top 20! You can check it out currently on the enhanced scoreboard. May not last long because I'll have to play tougher opponents. I screen capped the enhanced board to remember this brief moment. I went from 50th place or so to 20th. In part due to my good spread. There are 15 other players with a 10-8 record, but I popped to the top because of my +433 spread.
Highlights from the morning:
GAME 1: Crushed this nice older woman. Felt a little bit bad about it, but have to go by the Cobra Kai mantra, NO MERCY. Got 171 points spread in this game.
GAME 2: Playing a very nice older guy named, Marvin, who I befriended in Reno many years ago. He happens to share a name with my regular Scrabble competitor and he also doesn't know how to use his smart phone :)
GAME 3: Played a very serious gentleman named, Jeffrey Moore. Got away with the phony, IRONISER. He didn't say hold (which you have to do if you think you might challenge), so I drew my tiles. A minute later he said, challenge. But according to the rules it was too late. This is a hard lesson I learned from a game last year in Baltimore. It's all about having a stone face and doing a quick draw.
GAME 4: This was a bit of a slog, but I found RADIANT and LOXES so I managed to hold a lead on a tight board.
The afternoon is anyone's guess and my sleep deprivation might get the better of me. But cross your finger for some more Ws!
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umm still working really hard on midterms (i went to the store and got spiderman fairy light thingies) so now im gonna tell u about my very important studies (the other stuff i haveup next to my bed.) in very long list form bc i do not feel like taking a picture of it nd also its an ugly chaotic collection and its too much like me . and i think people would make fun of it .
technotooz's tag !!!! it is very beat up because i hate taking the tags off my stuffed animals (i cant explain this and also realized it was not common practice very recently and it shocked me) and so i had it on technotooz for like 7 months while i was taking him everywhere and his tag was getting smooshed . n e ways its super cool and shiny and pink nd i have it up because technotooz is my comfort object nd also SpIn. yippee <3
arctic monkeys logo ?!!?!this i painted this myself because thats howww i do things. it is up because i love the monkeys and their songs and musics and etc. yippee!
a picture of polar bears !? i love. bears especially polar bears. this picture was stolen from a calendar. yippee!!
a chain of . shiny things . this is up because i love shiny things and objects . it has shells and glitter and can tabs nd beads on it and its ugly and i love it. yippee !
minecraft logo ??!!! i love minecraft. it is my special interest so it is up becasue i like putting up pictures of myspecialinterests up on my wall so i can look at them. i got it from the tag of my stuffed piglin whos name is wilbur excalibur wiggles (we call him mr wiggles bc thats an absurd name for a piglin) . i got him for christmas and i love him lots and YIPPEE
red eyed treefrog poster . this poster is older than i am im pretty sure .it is cool and epic and i have it because frogs are my oldest SpIn and i love frogs. but poison dart frogs are actually my favorite not tree frogs. for the record. yippeeeeeee
moth tag. from my moth clementine it has a picture of her . she is a white moth stuffed animal my best friend got me for my birthday last year and i like moths alot so. yipeee!!!!
glow n the dark stars (2) these are stolen from a dance at my summer camp . i love my camp and my friends and etc and also glow n the dark stars are cool. YIPPEE!
rainbow flag sticker . i got this at my schools GSA which is a great little club where i feel better about my yucky school (its not that yucky of a school btw i live in a very good area. people are still mean sometimes tho.) and i am also. a gay person so yes yippee
spider man ..... this guy was cut out from spider man packaging for my spiderman lights. and its psiderman. and i love spider man. hes so me. so yippEE!!
ad for a squishmallow meet. it has the squishmallow logo on it and also i love squishmallows (they are. also a SpIn) so i put it up . YIPPEE
a lovely picture i drew of cwilbur and ctommy with belana the cow squishmallow and ronnie the cow squishmallow . call it a cross over episode ! i love my guys. also SpIns because. i have those. yes yes. YIPpee !
a wax seal from a little thing my friend made for me a while ago . the letter was a script from fnaf. 4 i think???? which is so yayy. ! i have it up to remind me that. i have friends ! yippeee!
coloring page of an asian black bear . i coloured it in myself btw. umm i love bears and moon bears. so thats why hes up. autism YIPPE
AND FINALLY . four of my squishmallows' tags. (purpled jack sage and belana. whose real names are piaxa jack skellington desmund and belana btw) i lov my guys. i put them on my wall yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!
side note. on other things on my wall: i have big lvjy lyrics from years ago (a drama in the futile a means to an end. and i do not know what song that isfrom tbh which is funny cuz ive listened to them all at least 500 times .) umm theres cat and mellohi made from old cds (which i may or may not have stolen from craft places . ) and also glow n the dark butterflies from when i was a kid. and star lights that were on sale last christmas. and ycgma, lemon boy, pebble brain, aya and two other albums i will not name which i painted like two summers ago. YIPPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#very long post. i do not think it is . something people will read through but that is OKAY. its important for me.#it is . my blog where i express. myself. and sometimes i do that in ver ylong posts on topics which nopony cares about. which is okay !
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Been feeling really really depressed recently. Like REALLY depressed since my birthday. So here’s what my 2022 has been like
- Started an indoor drumline at the brand new HS that I’m teaching at. We did a show of Spider-Man music from the Spider-Man PS4 game, the Into the Spider-Verse movie and Avengers. We did standstill so it was low-commitment, low importance, but they had an undefeated season (of two shows lmao) and the kids did great.
- Taught Middletown’s pit and wrote their show which was in dedication to Kevin, who passed in July 2021. We did Jupiter, Schism, Wish You Were Here and Waiting on the World to Change, which are 4 very different songs but I think I made it work. Kids did great, I met a new tech named Lauren from UD who was super awesome and became one of my closest friends during the season. At Wildwood, while we only finished 5th, we finished 2nd in music, getting 1st overall in music achievement from the only judge on the panel worth a damn. Was my last season after working with them since 2014 and a great way to go out.
- Saw Tool, Dream Theater and John Petrucci live in concert this year, as well as seeing 3 wrestling shows; NJPW, AEW and WWE.
- Saw The Batman, Doctor Strange 2, Jurassic World: Dominion, Thor: Love and Thunder, Rogue One IN IMAX!, Clerks III, Black Panther 2
- My dad died this year. I’ve been wrestling hard with my grief all year and it’s hitting really hard as we get to my birthday, Christmas and the New Year, all things that were extremely important to my dad and us as a family. A few weeks before he died, he started doing a bunch of stuff around here. Fixing my ceiling. Putting up floor jacks in the basement, fixing things, offering to buy me things I wanted. It was very weird, like he knew he was gonna die and didn’t have long. Two days before he died, he had a mini-heart attack. He said he threw up and was sweating and having chest pains, every sign of a heart attack. Yet that same day, he had his friend over to record and was helping him record a song. The day before he died, he woke up feeling great, we ate dinner, he was in an awesome mood, everything was fine, and he woke up the next day, had another heart attack and died. My sister didn’t wake me up cause she didn’t want to leave him alone, even though I was right upstairs and it would have taken just a few seconds. I don’t know if there was anything I could have done, or anything anyone could have done at that point. I never got to say goodbye to him. I never got that chance. I woke up and he was dead.
- I planned his funeral and burial, I think I did a good job but didn’t write a eulogy, just gave some haphazard speech that went only a couple of minutes. That still haunts me. I miss him so much and think about him every day. The grief, the regret, the anxiety, the depression, the guilt. It’s not been 5 stages of grief, it’s just been a recurring cycle, ping-ponging back and forth between all of them, never quite hitting acceptance.
- After he died, I gained a lot of weight and wasn’t active in the summer to the point where a brisk walk made me short of breath and caused my back to ache. After doing more band, I felt a lot better, but I still haven’t lost any of the weight I put on.
- I went and saw a Blue Rocks game with Rachel on Father’s Day, just so we didn’t have to sit at home and refresh social media and see a bunch of stuff about Father’s Day. I went and saw 2 drum corps shows with Drew and it was really really fun just getting to go and be a spectator and talk shit and watch shows.
- I met a girl online who lived in Ohio who we talked for 3 months and then she blocked me on everything and ghosted me out of nowhere. So there’s that.
- On a whim, I applied for a job teaching the front ensemble at George Mason University. The director is a guy I’ve known since I was in HS, also a Delaware guy. I’ve never taught or marched world class, I’ve only taught HS for a majority of my teaching career. I didn’t think I’d get it, but I applied anyways, interviewed for it and was offered the position. I’ve gone down 6 out of the 8 weekends so far and it’s been a blast but very humbling. I never would have gotten the chance to do this had my dad been alive. He hated me doing band, and now with me driving down on the weekends and being gone all weekend, stranding my sister here by herself, he’d have lost it and it would have been miserable. But instead these weekends are like little adventures for me, and I’m learning so much and getting my name out there for possibly other things. It’s a bittersweet thing.
- I got COVID. After the first marching band competition of the season, I felt bad, wound up being sick, wound up testing positive for COVID. My sister also got it. I’m vaccinated, my sister is not, but it both hit us equally as hard. That was really rough.
- Odessa went to ACCs as a competing unit for the first time this year and it was at Hersheypark Stadium, so getting to take this little band to such a big time place was awesome, and we finished 3rd in percussion and 3rd in colorguard, which was huge. Last year was weird because I was still dealing with strife with my dad about teaching again, I was double dipping at Middletown because I was loyal to Kevin’s memory and Garrett, and Odessa was only doing a backing-track-led Festival class show. And Middletown had a core of seniors in the drumline. So it was hard splitting my time. But this year, committed only to teaching one school, it was a lot better. And I enjoy working with Odessa because the kids are brand new and only learning what I’m teaching them, so I can drill in fundamentals. I don’t have to break bad habits or change culture. I’m creating the culture, I’m creating the technique program. It’s been super fun.
- I’m still at my job. We lost our manager back in February and we gained a new one back in August. It’s been rough in that transition as she’s changing the paradigm in our department, but it’s been good.
- We lost our second to last dog, Wolfie, back last November. The last remaining dog, my dog Angel, she doesn’t have long either, so I’m dealing with a lot of sadness and anxiety about her, hoping she’s good, trying to keep her health the best I can these last few days, weeks, months she has.
Overall, I’m in a decent position in my life. I’m still single, I’m still in the same crappy house, I’m still stuck with my sister. But I’ve made moves, I’ve improved as a teacher, I have two really great jobs lined up teaching and I’m having a blast at both, whether I’m good or having success or nobody likes me or not, it’s been very fulfilling. And I’ve done a lot of cool stuff and despite the soul-crushing sadness of losing my dad that has taken hold of in my heart, a lot more opportunities to live life and have fun have opened up for me and Rachel and it’s been interesting learning how to live in this new life.
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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬4
Warnings: nonconsensual touching, fingering, deceptive behaviour, allusions to abuse.
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The fight echoed in your head as Arvin buttoned up the front of your dress, although a few were missing. He helped you to your feet and you leaned on him heavily, barely able to see ahead of you, let alone support yourself on your shaky legs. You climbed the stairs as your mind passed through a tunnel of shock. You didn’t realise you’d even left the living room until you were lowered onto the bed.
Arvin sat beside you, his hand on your shoulder as he spoke softly. You didn’t understand his words as you turned your face away and tears trickled down your tender cheek. You weren’t sad that Roy was gone, you were embarrassed that another had seen what you let him do to you, and terrified of the nice man with the pistol.
Was he really so nice? You barely knew him at all and he’d had a gun under your roof. Sure, Roy had a rifle but that was for hunting. You couldn’t say or even try to imagine why Arvin had a handgun.
The lamp clicked off and the end of the chain clinked against the long stem. You laid in the dark, not daring to move, and after hours of dazed disbelief, you dozed off, your back wracked with pain from the tension and awkward position.
You woke with a stiff neck, a swollen face, and a weight in your chest. You sat up slowly and held your forehead as the bed shifted. Arvin dumped an armful of Roy's old flannels into the open suitcase at the foot of the mattress. You blinked and rubbed your eye as you leaned on one arm. You yawned and stretched your shoulders.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"I'll see him today," he said as he pulled open the chest of drawers and grabbed the stained and torn denim from within, "make sure he stays away for good."
"What? Arvin," you bent your legs and crossed your arms over your knees, "he's my husband."
"He didn't act like one," he continued to toss Roy's clothes haphazardly into the bag, "he beat you!" He stopped and put his hands on his hips, "he never talked to you nice and…" he stopped and shook his head and closed the suitcase. He zipped it up with a sigh, "I heard him that first night. I figured, you weren't my wife, I could live with it. Well, I can't. You deserve better than him."
"It's not that easy. I can't just toss him out--"
"No, I did," Arvin insisted, "and I'll keep him out."
"You shouldn’t have done that. Last night. He'll be mad."
"So?" Arvin hauled the bag off the bed and dragged it to the door. The bottom of his shirt moved and revealed the butt of the gun sticking out of the top of his jeans.
"Are you gonna make sure with that?" You asked as you turned your legs over the side of the bed, "you can't just shoot him, you know that, don't you?"
"Of course, but he doesn't know I won't," Arvin looked back at you, "I'm gonna make breakfast then head out… how's your head?"
"Feels like there's a rock in my temple," you groaned and stood, "I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"No one but you, huh?" He challenged, "Look, I won't hurt him, I promise, but I also won't let him hurt you."
You neared him meekly as you hugged yourself, "why?"
"Because you do," he said, "because if you won't save yourself, I will. I have to," he looked down at his scuffed shoes, "I seen too many girls, too many women, hurt in my life. I ain't that old, you know? But I can't stand no more."
You watched him go and listened to him descend the old stairs. You frowned and flinched as you glanced around and caught a glimpse of yourself in the antique oval mirror your mother had left behind all those years ago. You looked as bad as you felt, worse; you couldn't help but be comforted by Arvin's concern, in fact, it felt good to have someone who cared about you.
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It was hard to concentrate that day. Even a chore as simple as the dishes or sweeping the floors took twice as long as usual as your mind strayed to the night before and fears of what was to come.
You tried to convince Arvin to leave the bag there but he wasn’t folding, not like you. You admired him for that, but at the same time it made you squirm. Something had changed. He was no longer the sweet young man staying in your attic, he became the indomitable and angry man waving the gun around as he spoke about killing others without so much as flinching.
You remembered what he said. He’d killed a man before, or was it men? It wasn’t like you had anyone who could or would help you. You doubted Roy would come back even if you wanted him to, and on that front, you just couldn’t be sure. He was your husband and it was improper to put him out but let another man sleep under your roof.
The only woman in town who’d dared divorce her husband was Carmen Dolan and there was no where in town she went where people didn’t whisper about her; at the store, in church, and even on the sidewalks. It didn’t matter that her husband was sneaking around or that he was little better than Roy in his manners. It was a small place and people had too much time to talk.
Well, how many friends did you have there? Noreen couldn’t be called as much and all the girls you knew in school were married and too busy to keep up those old teenage ties. You could bide them at the sewing circles, they never were very nice, and you went to church out of obligation not out of a need for that ridiculous shallow socializing of housewives. Besides, you’d failed at all that, hadn’t you?
Then you began to worry. What if Roy flipped and hurt Arvin? Or Arvin hurt him? The suitcase would hardly be taken with a thanks. If Roy was ashamed enough he might just grumble and ignore the other man for the rest of the day, but if he wasn’t, he might just pick up where they left off last night.
You were hanging out the washing when a faded old Chevrolet drove up the dusty drive. You squinted past the stiff jeans as it steered closer and the engine stopped. Arvin climbed out and jingled the keys as he went around the other side. He took out a paper bag and crossed the yard.
“How was your day?” he asked with a smile.
You stared, dumbfounded. How could he act so… normal?
“Wh--what happened with…” your voice trailed out and you unclipped a pair of his jeans.
“Roy? Oh, he took his things and tucked tail after lunch,” he scoffed, “he didn’t look too good. Probably didn’t feel good neither.”
You nodded and dropped the jeans into the basket and tucked the pegs into your pocket. He crinkled the paper bag and stopped you from reaching to the next pair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
You shook your head and stepped back so that his hand fell from your arm.
“I know last night was-- hard. I only did what I had to, not anything I wanted to,” his brows drew together, “here.”
He held out the paper bag and you eyed it warily. You chewed your lip and he stepped closer.
“Please, it’s, uh, I want you to have it,” he said, “you deserve it and maybe it is an apology. I went a little far but… I don’t regret it. Roy got what was coming.”
You took the bag and he tucked his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t have to get me nothing,” you said.
“Like I said, I wanted to. You do all the hard work here,” he replied, “and I’ll finish this up.”
He reached up and took down the next pair of pants and put them in the basket with the rest. He moved down the line as you watched him, the bag under your arm. You didn’t move, just watched. You looked over at the Chevrolet and frowned.
“Where’d you get the car?” you asked.
“Used,” he said as he folded a shirt in half and dropped it into the basket, “they had it down at the shop for a while now and I told the boss to take out installments from my next few checks. He didn’t mind much, he ain’t been able to get rid of it. Some work to be done but--” He lifted the basket and neared you, “you didn’t look yet?”
“Inside,” you said, “I didn’t wanna just leave you out here with all that.”
You nodded to the laundry and he pointed you toward the house. He followed you up onto the porch and through the screen door. He stopped to slip off his shoes and continued on after you into the living room. You put the bag down on the end table and uncurled the top.
You pulled out the large square and held up the record. The man who stared back at you had sparkling blue eyes and black hair. Elvis Presley smiled as if it was all a funny joke.
“There’s more,” he said.
You set down the record against the arm of the couch and reached into the brown bag again. You pulled out the fabric and a finely tailored pink dress in the latest style unfolded before you. You stared as he neared and he took the bag from the table. He revealed the last piece from the bag and set them down on the carpet, a pair of brand new heels.
“Why did you do all this?” you shoved the dress at him, “I can’t accept it.”
“You can,” he stepped back, “and just so you know, I’ll be paying my rent to you direct now.”
He sidled past you and took the album from the couch. He went to the record player and slid the vinyl from the sleeve. He carefully placed it on the player and lined up the pin. He turned back to you and crossed the room. He pulled the dress from your hands and let it slump over the couch cushion.
“Do you know the shimmy? I could show you? It’s the new thing,” he said as he took your hand, “you just move your hips, bend your legs a little, keep your arms out like this.” He moved slowly at first as he drew you into the middle of the room, “just with me, to the rhythm.”
“I can’t,” you protested, “really, I’m not a dancer.”
“Me neither, but it’s fun,” he tugged on your hand, “come on.”
He sang out of tune as he kept his hips moving. You watched him and tried to copy him, hoping to placate him long enough that you could escape to the kitchen. The dress, the album, the dancing, it all felt so wrong.
As the song ended, he brought you close and wrapped you up and slowed down. He swayed you with him as the record kept spinning. His eyes clung to yours.
“He didn’t know what he had,” he said.
“Arvin, I gotta start supper,” you whispered as you pushed on him, “please.”
“I got you the new dress so we could go to the drive-in,” he kept you against him, “Friday night. You like Audrey Hepburn?”
“I… haven’t seen much of her,” you confessed, “Arvin, really, the ham--”
“He’s not coming back,” he released you reluctantly, “I told you. I told him.”
“He’s still my husband,” you crossed your arms and looked down.
“Is he? He never treated you like his wife.”
“It’s the law--”
“Divorce him. You’ll keep the house, it’s yours. Your daddy left it to you.”
“And do what? I can’t afford it on my own--”
“You got me.”
“You won’t stay here forever,” you uttered.
He didn’t say anything and narrowed his eyes. He shrugged and turned away. “You have options and Roy is the wrong one,” he said, “you can’t hate yourself that much.”
You barely heard him and didn’t know how to respond. So you didn’t and left him to Elvis’ soft tones as you went to pull out the honey ham. You still had some of your sweet mustard left in that jar from last year or maybe the apple sauce. It was easier to focus on the food and not the madness of men.
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The nights and days drifted by like sand in a glass. Whenever Arvin was there, even when he was in the attic and you were below, you were painfully aware that it was only the two of you in that big house. You weren’t afraid for yourself really, he hadn’t done anything to you. You should hate Roy for how he’d been to you all those years but you didn’t want to be the reason he got hurt.
But as the time went by, it was also harder to tell Arvin no. You never thought anyone could be overly helpful, especially after Roy’s indifference, but you were overwhelmed by his presence. He was always lurking around when you least expected, watching you, waiting. He always offered to finish the chore or kept you from doing it entirely. You should be thankful but it made you feel more guilty than anything.
When Friday came, you carried on your usual routine. You were mopping when the Chevrolet pulled up. He’d spent the night before with his head under the hood. He said it wasn’t too bad for the price and the repairs were minimal and none so urgent.
The car door closed then his steps walked up onto the porch. As he entered the house, you hit the mop against the wall and kept your head down, swiping back and forth against the wood. He didn’t dare to step past the threshold and mess your clean floors.
“You should finish up and get ready,” he said.
You looked up at him and feigned ignorance. You hoped all day he would forget about the movie. You didn’t want to wear the dress, it made your wedding ring chafe just to think of it. You focused again on the mop and kept back stepping away from him.
“Maybe not tonight, Arvin,” you said, “I’m tired.”
“You don’t have to work yourself sick,” he leaned against the doorframe, “really. You can always just take a day and… relax.”
You put the mop in the bucket and rested it against the wall. You took a deep breath but didn’t look at him.
“I don’t think we should go at all.”
He sighed and rubbed his cheek, “Really? Roy hasn’t even tried to come back. Hasn’t even tried to apologise. In all these years, did he ever once say sorry to you for anything?”
“Maybe not but I married him. I made that decision and I have to see it through.”
“Not like that,” he tutted, “besides, it’s just a movie…”
“Just a movie,” you repeated and walked over the drying floor, “alright then.”
He watched you and the thoughts wrinkled on his forehead. He let you go as you grabbed the railing and ascended the stairs. You felt his eyes on you, even after you turned down the hall, as if he could see you through the walls.
“We got time,” he called up, “no rush. It’s not even close to dark but I don’t want you to worry about… all this.”
You didn’t reply and closed the bedroom door. You sat on the end of your bed and clasped your hands. You still felt terribly trapped. You didn’t think so much of what Roy would say, he always said the worst. You thought about your father and how disappointed he would be. You knew he wouldn’t have let Roy treat you so bad if he was still alive, but he would still be sad if he knew how it all worked out.
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You hadn’t been to the drive-in since you were going steady with Roy. It was a singular occasion and an unpleasant one. He got drunk and couldn’t drive home so you had to get behind the wheel and pray you didn’t crash. It wasn’t that you couldn’t drive, you just hated it. Thinking of it then, you should have expected all that came after.
Arvin pulled in as the sky dimmed slowly and he left you to go to concession and grab popcorn. When he returned, he handed you a box of chocolates as he cradled the large paper bag of kernels. You thanked him and opened the box, distracting yourself with the chewy caramels covered in milk chocolate. You offered him some as you looked around and waited for the screen to flash into motion.
There were a few families among the patrons but mostly teenagers, couples and groups, rowdy as they impatiently hollered for the film to roll. You hadn’t heard of this one, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Arvin said he read about it in the paper and it was supposed to be a flick meant for ladies. He said he didn’t mind as he liked the actors.
When at last it was dark enough, the movie began and you set the box down on the seat and munched on a handful of popcorn out of courtesy. The credits began and you were quickly swept up into the life of Holly Golightly. You were almost agog to think that a woman could live like her. City life seemed so different, so free, so scary. And she didn’t let all those men rule her.
You felt Arvin slide closer to you and his arm snaked around your shoulders. You tensed as you focused on Hepburn’s waifish voice and offkey plucking of the ukulele. You tried to ignore him as you felt his warm breath and the kiss on your temple made you wince. Your eyes flicked over to the car on the other side of you, then the next. The audience was rapt.
His hand grazed along your skirt and he kissed your cheek. Your heart raced wildly. You wanted to stop him but didn’t know how. And he was so sweet and he did so much for you. He’d brought you all the way here and kept Roy from cracking your head open. Could you really say no?
“I know I said it already,” his hand lingered on the pink fabric, “but this looks wonderful on you.”
“Thank you,” you whispered as you kept your wide eyes on the screen.
“Really, you’re beautiful, honey,” he purred as he nuzzled your throat, “living so close… it’s hard…”
He pushed his hand under your skirt and up between your thighs. He wiggled until you parted your legs and grabbed your chin with his other. He turned you to face him and crushed his lips against yours. He leaned on you until you were flat against the seat and he brought your legs up onto the leather as he held himself over you.
He kissed you even deeper as his fingers tickled over the front of your panties and crawled up to the top. He slipped his hand down the front of your underwear and you whimpered. When he touched you, you were afraid but confused. It felt good, better than anything you’d ever done with Roy.
You gulped and turned your head as you gasped. You grabbed his shoulder and shuddered. His fingers delved between your folds and swirled. You murmured and squeezed his arm.
“Please, I’m-- I’m still married, we can’t--”
He nibbled at your neck and blindly reached up to grab your hand. He gripped the ring on your finger and forced it off and flicked it away. It rolled under the seat as he rasped against your throat.
“He’s gone,” his fingers danced around your clit eagerly, “don’t you understand? I’ll make sure he doesn’t come back, honey.”
“Arvin, I--” you squeaked as the waves swelled and flowed down your legs and you were caught in the tide, “please…”
You closed your eyes, your mind stormed with how wrong it was but your body pulsed with delight. He pushed his fingers further back and the heel of his hand pressed to your bud. He curled his fingers inside of your and you moaned as he rested the weight of his pelvis against his hand. He rocked his touch in time with his hips, as if he was fucking you, and kissed you on the mouth again, swallowing up your desperate cries.
Your legs wrapped around his as you came and you tilted your pelvis as you rode the high. He lifted his head to watch you orgasm and your lashes fluttered as you succumbed to the ecstasy. You squirmed as he slowed his fingers and stilled his hand entirely. You were out of breath as he stopped at last but kept his hand nestled between your legs.
You covered your face with your shaky hand and exhaled deeply. He pulled your hand down and rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.
“I’ll buy you a new ring,” he purred, “a nicer one.”
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a return to roots | 3
pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader
summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.
genre: socmed/smau, slice of life
warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence
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You finished sending your texts to Osamu and sat back in your bed, tossing your phone aside and then pulling the covers over your head. As you tugged and curled into your blankets, your phone fell to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a heavy thunk. Cursing, you drew back the covers and reached over the edge of the bed, trying to find balance. All of the blood rushed to your face as you huffed, still attempting to rescue your phone without actually laying foot on the ground.
Once you finally recovered it, you sat back onto your bed with a heave, any sleepiness you had now gone. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what you should do that day. A hand fisted itself into the thick blankets as you tossed and turned, trying to find some comfort in your plush bed. You hadn't been able to sleep well the past couple of days, for whatever reason. Your neck hurt, your back was sore, hell, your entire body ached for some reason, restless and yet so tense at the same time.
You sat up suddenly. What was it Kuroo had said to you? You weren't sure.
"Ugh..." You buried your face into your hands, memories of last night's conversation rushing back to you; remembering how you'd started talking about Kita when you were nodding off. It had been over two years since everything between you went down. Why couldn't you stop thinking about it? You could feel the burn of embarrassment and shame behind your eyes, your throat beginning to close up. Sniffling, you opened your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Who wouldn't be busy? Your hand stilled, and your face brightened, if only for a moment. Kenma. He had a calm and comforting presence, which never failed to mellow you out. Plus, he didn’t really talk about emotions or feelings so he wouldn’t ask you about anything related to Kita, nor would you be tempted to talk about him.
You texted your bodyguard and driver, Ichiro, who agreed to pick you up from your apartment and then drive you to Kenma’s. Thanking him for coming on such a short notice and then reminding him to not text and drive, you got dressed for the day, choosing to wear your comfiest hoodie.
A few minutes later, your phone lit up again with Ichiro’s standard “here” text, and you were out the door, not forgetting to bring a hat and sunglasses with you, though. After locking the door and slipping your accessories on, you rushed into the elevator and then made your way down to the car.
The car ride itself was silent, as Ichiro seemed to have picked up on the mood you were in and decided not to comment. Although he was usually stoic, he always maintained a conversation if you initiated it, his responses albeit short. By now you knew that the brevity in which he spoke was not because of anything against you, however, but because he was naturally a quiet person. You wouldn’t have had anyone else for the job, though.
The car softly jolted you as it pulled to a stop, and you unbuckled quickly after realizing you were already at Kenma’s apartment. “Thanks!” you called out, opening the door yourself and then shutting it. You smiled and waved before Ichiro merged back into traffic, watching the car eventually disappear in the long stream of vehicles.
Feeling somewhat better, you entered the complex after buzzing in. and then made your way to Kenma’s apartment, knocking on the door and patiently waiting. There was a long pause and some shuffling behind the door before it opened a crack. Two large yellow eyes peered out into the hall, and then landed on you. The door shut and then opened without the door chain to stop it this time, and you stepped in.
“I brought my Switch,” you proudly announced, looking to the side of the corridor where Kenma was standing, a little hunched over and slouching. You held up your video game console, which was covered in skins and cute accessories you'd purchased. Some of them you'd gotten for free from Kenma though, who got sent free stuff all the time.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said, a soft smile on his face. He pulled half of his hair back with a hair tie and followed you back to where he streamed his games, settling into the chair that all of his fans could recognize by now. “We can play Minecraft, if you want. I haven't gone on our world for a while, so we could both go on.” Kenma swiveled to look at you inquisitively, waiting for an answer.
You lazily waved a hand at him. “No! Today you’re supposed to stream, right? I just crashed your place so I don’t really have a say. You should record and then if you have time after we can play,” you insisted, sitting on the bean bag behind his gamer chair. “I’ll watch or maybe work on my own world.”
Kenma thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded, setting up his microphone and monitors. “Last chance,” he mumbled, then put his headset over his ears, blocking out everything else. You watched in the background with mild interest as he went through his usual monotonous introduction, one that his fans seemed to adore despite its lack of flair. Perhaps it was exactly that what made him so endearing to the internet. Smiling, you glanced back down to your Switch, and opened up Minecraft.
Setting your phone down for a second after replying to Atsumu, you called out lazily: "Oiiii, Kenma.” After a beat of silence and no response, you called again, "Kenmaaaa."
He had been just finished streaming, and pulled off his headphones. "Hm?"
You sat up excitedly, startling Kenma. "When I move, you should visit! Once I get settled in, at least."
He blinked, looking up at the ceiling as if calculating the pros and cons. "Too many bugs," he finally responded with a small grimace. "And it's gross and hot outside."
At that, you broke out into a laugh, the heartiest and most meaningful you’d had in a while. His particular comment wasn't even that funny, it was just- it was just so him. Was your sense of humor breaking? “Maybe I'll be able to change your mind," you mused. "We can even stream a video collab with the both of us- we should try Animal Crossing!" You clapped excitedly, beaming. "Kenma, let's do Animal Crossing once it comes out!”
He squinted his eyes, scooting away from you and your blinding enthusiasm. "Fine," he muttered, hunched over his phone now. He scrolled for a few minutes before speaking again. "Did you see that we're trending? On Twitter and YouTube." Kenma handed you his phone, stifling a small laugh into the collar of his sweatshirt as he sat back.
"I did," you snickered, laying his phone on the table and lying back on his bean bag chair. "My favorite response is the one about the Kodzuken simps," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at Kenma and then cackling when he turned completely the other way from you. "Kenma, they're devastated!" You gasped dramatically and then draped an arm over your forehead, fainting.
He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head. "Shut up, Y/N."
After your giggles died out, you saw him offering a controller to you. "Game night!" you cheered, accepting it and sitting up straighter. "We should get takeout!"
Kenma lifted a brow, as if to say why are you even telling me this? "Already on its way.”
The two of you chatted as you played Minecraft, Kenma being a little more open when his mind was preoccupied with gaming. He was, of course, much better than you, eyes glued to the TV screen which had been hooked up to the game console. "Has Kuroo told you who's going to the Olympics?"
You shook your head, then remembered that Kenma wasn't looking your way. "No," you replied slowly, focused on getting out of the water so you could escape the mobs that were chasing you. "But a few of the boys from Inarizaki are. As for Kuroo, I think he was going to say something, but I fell asleep last night. He said something about you and an advertisement, though?"
Kenma smiled, finally breaking his gaze with the screen and looking at you. "Hinata Shōyō from MSBY is collabing with me, to promote the 2020 Olympic games."
Your eyes lit up in recognition. "That's right! Atsumu is teammates with him. I haven't talked to him one-on-one, though. He seems sweet!"
Kenma turned his attention back to the TV, where he was almost done building a house. "He played volleyball in high school too. They beat Inarizaki his first year at Nationals."
You stopped to think, your hands stilling on the controller. Your breathing slowed. In your third year, Inarizaki hadn't progressed further into Nationals, like everyone predicted. Despite being assistant manager, you hadn't thought it would be a big deal to miss their first match in the competition; assistant managers weren’t even allowed on the actual court anyways. You had all thought you were going to get further. You had thought you would get to see your boys play one last time. You had thought you would get to see Kita lead his team to Nationals, as team captain.
You had missed out on that opportunity for signing a record deal.
Beside you, Kenma noticed how quiet you'd gotten but didn't comment, instead going to the door when the buzzer notified him of their takeout delivery. You picked at a loose string on your hoodie, remembering why you didn't often go to Kenma when in distress. While you knew he cared about you and your wellbeing, you also knew that heart-to-heart conversations weren't his strong suit. When he returned a few moments later with your favorite foods, you pushed down the eruption of guilt and self-loathing with a bright smile. "Sorry, what were we saying? Something about Kuroo..." You strained to keep your eyes crinkled and happy.
Kenma's brow furrowed. "Kuroo-"
You interrupted him, and he let you. "Oh yeah! Kuroo and I are gonna hang out on Thursday! Wanna come? I'm leaving Saturday morning, so unless I see you before then, this will be the last time you see me before I leave for Hyōgo."
You watched his face run through a couple of emotions before settling on contemplation. Kenma blew a wisp of stray hair from his eyes and then begrudgingly: "Sure..."
This time, you gave him a true smile and clapped excitedly. "Yay! Should we try to get some of the others to join us? Lev? I want to be able to say goodbye to all of you in person, if possible." Then, swiping the plastic bag from Kenma, you opened the bag hurriedly and began pulling out things. "Here are the plates... and the chopsticks..." You set everything out and then let him load his plate with food first. Soon after, the two of you were back to playing Minecraft, squabbling over who got to use what equipment. After Kenma finally relented and let you have first pick, the both of you set out to fight the swarms of mobs gathered near your shared house.
"Hey, Y/N."
You had looked away for only a couple seconds, but you were blown up by a Creeper. "BITCH," you screeched, "I just fucking died?!"
Kenma snickered, running past your character and stealing everything you'd left behind. You gasped even louder. "BITCH-"
a/n: i said there weren’t going to be as many words as the last part but 🤡 also currently the fic is moving slowly and going day by day but it’ll pick up the pace soonish
taglist (pm me to ask to be added!): @papiibuprofen (i didn’t know if i should just respond to your ask publicly sksksk but i added you)
some ~fun facts~
- y/n’s bodyguard/driver is named after ichiro, one of my fav baseball players
- his name in y/n’s contacts is “bonecrusher 👹” lmao
- he is stoic but actually a softie; he’s about 30 and has a wife and one kid, both of whom he loves very much
- i had kenma and y/n playing animal crossing instead of minecraft at first, then realized that it wouldn’t have been released yet, since this takes place in 2020... DAMN YOU TIMELINE
- do i have a map of hyōgo so i can write this fic? yes 💀
#haikyuu#kita shinsuke#kita x reader#kita shinsuke x you#kita shinsuke x reader#miya atsumu#atsumu miya#haikyuu!!#osamu miya#miya osamu#suna rintaro#kenma kozume#kuroo tetsuro#ojiro aran#haikyuu smau#kita smau#hq socmed#hq smau#hq kita
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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 1
This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.
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I: Hello. Can you hear me? Good night. (t/n: He’s replying to a comment.) You can hear me? Hello. Welcome.
I: My tone sounds great today, ***-kun? (t/n: OP commented that his tone sounds great.) Of course I’ll be excited in the beginning of the stream. But only in the beginning.
C: Your voice somehow sounds young.
I: It’s because I just slept.
*Typing on twitter
I: I finally did it. This is a simultaneous worldwide stream. Do you understand it? Ah, I’m so tired. I’m tired of sleeping.
I: I’ll be drinking my coffee. Itadakimasu.
I: It was a long vacation, wasn’t it? When was the last time you guys heard from me? On September…Well, it doesn’t matter.
I: I don’t have anything particular to do for this stream. I just felt like it.
C: I’ve been listening to your streams repeatedly during holiday.
I: Thank you.
C: We last heard from you at the end of August.
I: I see. Thanks.
C: Thank you for your hard work on the manuscript!
I: I did the rough sketches first. I was brainstorming.
*Someone commented on Animal Rap.
I: Animal rap? I actually wanna try this. Actually, I’ve done recording for one video, but won’t it be scary if suddenly in the middle of the stream, animal rap video is uploaded. Without saying anything, suddenly there’s a new animal rap video being uploaded. Won’t it be scary stream?
(t/n: I’m not sure if the translations for this part is correct. He said something more but I haven’t reached this level of Japanese understanding skill. Forgive me.)
C: Animal rap itself is scary, so it’s okay.
I: What a hilarious thing to say. Are you actually afraid of animal then?
C: Have you got vaccinated?
I: Nope, since I’ve been locked up in my house. I want to though. I want to get injected a lot. Around 10 times.
C: Sensei, did you read Berserk chapter 364?
I: Is it the final chapter?
Y****: Let’s inject the head.
I: Nice one, Y****. Well, since Y**** is an introvert at school, he must be a non-popular kid. Because he doesn’t have any friends, he can’t wait to meet me. Is it like that? Hahahaha.
I: I’m not even aware of the things happening around me. I don’t even know when the exhibition in Osaka will open. I want you guys to tell me about me.
C: I’m aiming to be a mangaka, but having someone that can be a mentor for me to learn from is better, as expected?
I: I don’t think so. It depends. In some degree, it’s better to do it by yourself. If you really wanna write a manga and you wanna create an environment that allows you to do so, if there’s a chance to be an assistant, I think it’s better for you to grab it. Because you’re still not familiar with how these things work. I think it’s better to be an assistant first. You don’t have to be one for a long time though.
C: I want to diet. Where should I start?
I: Record your weight. Measure your weight and record it in calendar. Doing that makes you feel conscious about your weight. You’ll probably can lose weight that way.
C: Are you still eating oatmeal?
I: I’ve been eating Onigiri only.
C: I wanna change job, but I’m anxious to because of the economic situation. Please encourage me!
I: It’s better for you to change job, since you said you wanted to. I think everyone is anxious. There’s no one who isn’t.
C: I’m happy that the JJ illustration that you posted on twitter will be made into goods!
I: Yeah, without my permission. Hahaha. When the illustration was made into goods without my permission, I was like “Eh? This is…”. I’ll stop talking about this. Hahaha. I won’t talk about this.
*Someone commented about Kingdom exhibition.
I: I wanna go to the Kingdom exhibition.
I: What I said just now (about JJ illustration) was a lie. Please forget about it. Are there companies like that? Of course not. I was just joking. If that’s the case, then anybody can freely turn my illustrations into goods. Though there’s a person who sent me the PugMax t-shirt.
C: I wanted to be a mangaka when I was small. As I got older, I only immersed myself in the real world. I’ll be a civil servant starting from next year. I don’t have the courage to challenge myself, so I want to give my unconditional support to those who are.
I: I don’t know how old you are, but you can still draw even if you become a civil servant. Just draw one if you really want to.
C: You have to collect royalty.
I: I do get royalty. I get 5 yen in total.
C: How old will you be this year?
I: 250,000 years old.
C: How are you?
I: Like usual. But I made progress on the manuscript, so I’m relieved. I kinda forgot how to draw it.
C: I thought you were in your 30s.
I: Nope, I’m far older.
C: You haven’t started game streaming?
I: I’m haven’t decided yet for today.
*People were discussing about his age.
I: Doesn’t matter how old I am.
C: Do you prefer women with long hair or short hair?
I: Short hair.
*People commented about Heavy Rain.
I: Oh, you want to see me playing Heavy Rain? I’m okay with that. I’m okay with playing games or anything. I’ll be a yes-man for today. Everyone’s yes-man & toy, Ishida Osushi.
*Someone commented about Animal Rap again.
I: I wanted to say something about this. I’ve done the animal rap video. I only upload videos I’ve received from the animal themselves, not me. But I was afraid to upload it, so I refrained from doing so. I wanna try uploading the video while streaming. That’s what I wanted to say. Well, it doesn’t really matter. I just upload it after I finish streaming. I don’t understand the need to upload the video and streaming at the same time.
(t/n: He said something more, but again, info on Animal rap is hard for me to decipher. I’m really sorry.)
C: What did you watch recently?
I: Movies.
C: There were people who got scared by the fact that Ishida Sui raps.
I: No, you’re wrong. Ishida Sui doesn’t rap. Ishida Sui doesn’t do streaming as well.
C: Do mangakas have the chance to meet women?
I: It depends on the person. The ones who’re locked up in the house won’t. But…That’s right. You might if the workplace has mixed genders. You also have the chance to meet people during party or some sort. I’ll always be at the corner every time I go to parties. It’d be nice if the party was fun and the staffs could enjoy themselves. I also said that I went to parties to take a break, but I hated it.
C: You’re not going to parties?
I: Nope, I won’t. The company doesn’t hold them as well because of the current situation. Even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do. I don’t really eat the food, and introducing myself to people is tiresome.
I: S****** is here.
S******: Ishida Osushi can become a pro mangaka.
I: I’m aiming for it.
C: Fukuoka suits you, sensei.
I: Somehow, I feel grateful. It’s like you’re telling me that it’s okay for me to live in Kyushu.
(t/n: Kyushu is an island where Fukuoka is located.)
C: Sir Osushi, what do you think of Sir Sui?
I: I have a murderous intent towards him.
C: Does the thumbnail hold any meaning?
I: It does. Look forward to it.
C: Being a streamer suits you (Osushi) better than being a mangaka.
I: Hahaha.
C: The drawings of Neji (JJ character) by Ms. Towada were wonderful!
I: That’s right. Neji drawn by Ms. Towada. I want you guys to tell me something like this. I want you guys to tell me about my current situation. Things like, “would you retweet this?”, “This is JJ’s…”, “The CD’s also…”. Let me change my twitter account. First is Ms. Towada, right? Let’s retweet Ms. Towada’s tweets. I thought of drawing something like this. She drew quite a lot. She drew him more than me. I feel bad having her to draw it. I feel grateful rather than feeling bad. She drew a lot of them. Yonaga’s illustration looks nice. I see… There’s like an incomplete rough drawing. I thought of copying and drawing that illustration. I’ll just retweet this. Tell me what should I retweet next.
C: Is Ms.Towada doing well as well?
I: I talked to her a few days ago.
I: Do read Fool Night.
C: Do you like Aespa? (t/n: Aespa is a kpop girl group. Ishida had drawn one of the members.)
I: The girl caught my attention. I thought she was beautiful.
*Someone commented about his illustration of Ano-chan. (t/n: Ano-chan is a Japanese singer. Ishida had come to her radio programme once, and he did the album cover for her latest album.)
I: Ano-chan! What happened to that? Have you seen the album cover? It’s already out?
*Someone commented about Fool Night.
I: The world in Fool Night is super amazing. It was quite a while ago, the person in charge of the Superior magazine watched one of my streams and asked me if I could write some comments. I was like “Don’t tell me that!” (referring to watching his stream). I hate being seen. But then, I was like “whatever.” I usually turned it down, but I just wrote for this one.
*Someone commented about Wooma (t/n: an illustrator.)
I: Who’s Wooma? Let me check it.
C: Sensei, I’m a good child. So, is it okay for me to sleep?
I: Yes, of course.
C: Sensei, do you smoke?
I: No.
I: Ah, Wooma is the illustrator for the song ‘Usseewa’. Sorry for the lack of knowledge.
C: Do you watch Christopher Nolan’s works?
I: I’m not that familiar with movies, but I may or may not watch it. I’ve been getting into movies lately. I searched for the movies Takahashi Kunimitsu told me about. You tend to watch anything when you’re obsessed with movies, right? I was also obsessed with history for a while after I learned how fun it was from Takahashi Kunimitsu. I’ve been reading 2-3 books on history a day lately.
C: Until what time are you gonna stream?
I: Today is infinite as well. We have another 12 minutes left. Haha. I’ll keep on streaming today. I won’t end the stream today. It may end tomorrow. (t/n: He definitely kept his words.)
C: Sensei, do you like itzy? (t/n: Itzy is another kpop girl group, and Ishida had also drawn one of the members.)
I: Yes.
I: Tomorrow is a holiday? There are people who are not working tomorrow.
C: What are you drinking?
I: Coffee.
C: You only need another 800 people to reach 30,000 subscribers.
I: Yeah. It’s gonna reach 30,000. I have to make an appreciation stream or video for 30,000 subscribers. A lot of youtubers are doing this, so I have to do it too. I wanna do it. Feels like a youtuber. Isn’t it fun? I wonder what should I do for it? What would be fun? Let’s go with this concern first. I get lost if I don’t go one-by-one. It’s one of my bad habits.
*They’re planning on what Ishida should do when he reaches 30,000 subscribers.
C: Show your nails.
I: I don’t do manicure.
C: Heavy Rain.
I: Wanna play Heavy Rain as well.
C: Please let us hear your sneeze.
I: There is such person sometimes. Creepy.
C: Why don’t you play Ghosts n Goblins for now?
I: After the stream, I felt like playing the game. They had something like magical clock, though I forgot the name. The one that double the speed of the game. I really wanted to play that, honestly. Though, it wasn’t suitable for streaming. I thought of playing it in my own time. I really like that kind of games.
C: Will you sing when you reach 30,000?
I: During the previous silent stream, Queen Bee’s song was playing. Those who watched may know. I thought of appearing for a moment and sing and then end the stream. I wouldn’t do it, but I just thought about it. At that time, I wanted to try having just an illustration stream.
C: I’m waiting for an autograph session after the Corona ends.
I: The pandemic probably won’t end for at least 2-3 years.
*Someone wanted him to sing Gaston’s song.
I: Gaston. Singing, huh? Hahaha, why am I having second thoughts? I thought I’m okay with anything.
C: how about a karaoke battle?
I: Karaoke battle, huh?
C: Do you have any piercings?
I: I’m not wearing one right now, but I do have it. (t/n: I didn’t expect him to have a piercing. He’s really different than what I imagined a mangaka to be. XD)
C: I’m hoping for JJ’s song covers!
I: JJ? JJ’s songs are difficult. It was super hard during the time I did the covers. Seriously, when I heard it back…The cover for the opening theme was scary. I thought my singing ability had increased since I recorded this one the last. A few months ago, I listened to it after a long time, it was…what should I call it? A sutra, no, a curse. Me and JJ’s opening theme. I forgot the title of the song. Jack and something. There were parts in the songs where the female and male characters had to harmonise. To convey that part, I had to cover the song multiple times. I multiplied into 7 people, since I had to record as Kisa as well. When I was recording Kisa’s part, the other version of me at the back, probably Kai, was harmonising with me. I was told to deepen my voice by Mr.Kasama. So embarrassing. The voice was really low. I was drawn by Mr. Kasama’s voice. His voice was really good when he said ‘Broccoli’ for the cm.
*Ishida imitating Mr. Kasama.
I: It’s cooler than this.
*Imitating him once again.
I: I was like “So cool!”
C: Invite the animals that appeared in Animal rap as guests.
I: That’s a good idea. But what would the guests be doing? It’s absolutely hard to do that. It’s hard to invite the animals because of corona.
C: The title is “Jack & Jeanne of Quartz”.
I: Right. Thank you.
C: Won’t you invite Hanae?
I: I won’t. That’s impossible. (t/n: I want to see him playing horror games with Hanae Natsuki.)
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Special-Tea
Summary: Yoongi’s always been a coffee man. When stuck at the studio in the early hours of the morning, he craves caffeine. The only problem with that is there’s no coffee shops open at three in the morning. So, he finds himself at the next best thing, a 24 hour tea shop where he finds you.
Warnings: cussing, smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving)
W/C: 4,798
It’s too early for this.
Or maybe it’s too late.
Yoongi isn’t sure. In fact, he’s pretty sure his clock stopped working three hours ago. Unless the last few minutes have felt like hours, then Yoongi was on the verge of tearing every piece of equipment from the wall and smashing it into a million pieces.
Yoongi’s been working on this album for far too long. His fingers are cramped from continuously playing the same three notes over and over just hoping and praying that something will come to him. He’s confused more than anything. Before he had no problem spitting out 2 or 3 songs in a day, recording demos and having the studio ready to record for the other members the following day.
Lately, however, he’s lucky if he can even get a concept for a song down. It’s like his mind has been clouded over with writers block and he’s not getting anywhere. Like someone sucked his ability to compose music right from his brain with a straw.
He tosses the pen he had been anxiously tapping on the desk into his bag, along with his notebook, and he stands abruptly.
Scoffing at his phone, he glares at the black 4:37 on the screen while the elevator in the BigHit offices slides downward. There’s no coffee shops open yet, there has to be something though. He just needs caffeine, though he could really go for an iced americano with-
“Special-tea...?” He raises an eyebrow at his phone, Google holding up options for the nearest place selling caffeinated beverages. Rolling his eyes, he begins the short journey to the one 24 hour shop within a five mile radius.
What kind of a name is ‘Special-tea’? Who sat in an office and thought, ‘ah you know what? Let’s name a tea shop but make it punny.’
“Stupid.” He grumbles to himself. He’s well aware that he’s far too tired to be having human interaction right now but he needs to get some progress done. At this point he’ll take a ghost of a song.
Stepping into the tea shop, he’s overwhelmed by the smell of flowers. Undeniably strong, he takes a moment to collect his thoughts before stepping all the way in. As the door chimes, he hears a gasp and a patter of foot steps.
“Welcome to Special-tea! How are you doing today?”
The voice is loud, echoing off of the various shelves scattered around the shop with loose tea for sale. He whips his head towards the register, spotting you.
“I’m fine, thank you.” He didn’t realize how sore his voice was from attempting to record backing vocals earlier in the day, but it came out gruff and quiet. A stark contrast to the bubbly barista in front of him, her nose dusted in flour and a messy apron protecting her clothes. Well, attempting at least, because Yoongi has to hold back a smile when he notices hand prints of flour on your backside.
“What can I get you this morning?” you question, leaning over the counter and causing Yoongi to blush when he notices the way you’re smiling. When you meet his eyes, Yoongi can tell you recognize him. For a moment he feels the need to brace himself, but soon realizes you’re calm.
Yoongi returns a smile, haphazardly running his fingers through his hair. “Dumb question, but do you guys sell coffee?”
“Coffee? No, but we do sell black earl grey. I’m told that’s a close comparison as far as bitterness goes,” You explain, turning to the shelf behind you and pulling out a bag of tea, “you’re welcome to smell it if you like.”
He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward and sniffing the bag. He backs away quickly and watches you bite your lip to stifle a laugh, “It’s not exactly a new tea drinker’s type of tea.”
“I’m not really a new tea drinker,” he grumbles, wiping his nose, “I’m a tea drinker only in times of desperation.”
She smiles again, “What causes said desperation?”
Yoongi rolls his neck, “I’m trying to write another song. Get the ball rolling to finishing up an album.”
“BE, right? I’ve heard good things about the process,” you say softly, surprising Yoongi by your admission to being a fan, “I figured it would be finished already?”
His eyes stay trained on you as you turn back to the shelves, rummaging through various boxes of tea. It takes him a moment to realize what your question was, so he sucks in a breath, “Ah, yeah. It’s nearly there, we just need one more track because one of them got trashed.”
Why is he revealing so much to a stranger? Namjoon is going to kill him.
“Trashed? Why’s that?”
“We realized the song itself didn’t follow any of the messages we wanted to put out there.”
Damn it, Yoongi. Stop talking.
You finally stop rummaging and pull out a bag of tea without showing Yoongi. He tries to catch a glimpse but instead watches as you boil more water and begin steeping the tea.
“What kind of message did it have?” You ask, leaning backward against the counter and crossing your arms. Having expected a follow up question, Yoongi swiftly dismisses it, “What kind of tea are you making?”
“The kind you drink.” You smirk.
He lowers his gaze at you, “It’s kind of your job to tell the customer what they’re getting.”
You laugh, “Alright. Jasmine green tea. It’s subtle enough that it won’t get your coffee loving tongue in a twist, and has enough caffeine to keep you up to finish whatever you’re working on.”
Yoongi is happy with this response, taking the time to lean away from the counter and gaze around the shop. It’s small, something he’s definitely not used to from coffee shops. The earthy smells from earlier have dwindled down to a nice summery scent, lavender filling his nose the closer he got to the register.
As much as he tried to keep his eyes away from the cute girl behind the counter, he couldn’t help but turn back and watch you as you organize various things. Something about the way your hair slips from the messy bun it’s in and your charismatic way of helping him while also providing a sense of normalcy drew him in in a way he has never experienced before.
“Order up, Suga.”
He shakes his head from his gaze, walking back up to the counter and pulling out his wallet.
“On me,” you say, “besides... don’t want to make you pay for something you may not like.”
Yoongi nods, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ and bringing the cup up to his mouth.
Without missing a beat, he reaches for his wallet and pulls out a 10000 won bill, stuffing it in the tip jar. He gives you a small smile, thanking you again as he turns towards the door.
“Wait!” you call, “What do you think?”
Yoongi raises his hand up just before he walks out of the door, “It’s delicious!”
The smile on your face was worth Yoongi’s little white lie.
~*~*~
“Alright, this is great! We’ll record tomorrow, yeah?” Seokjin speaks for the entire group as Yoongi plays them the demo of the song he was finally able to right. There were a few jabs here and there about the auto tune Yoongi likes to utilize, but other than that it was well received.
The only person he could think was you, though, because if he hadn’t have tasted that tea he would have never thought of writing what he did.
“How did you manage to spit out something like this in a night?” Jungkook teases, patting Yoongi’s shoulder softly.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi chuckles, clicking sound files around and creating a copy of his demo.
Jungkook grins, “Who’s the girl that made you think of that?”
“No girl,” he defends, “a good writer doesn’t need actual experiences. All from the imagination, young Jungkookie.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case at all.”
Yoongi shushes him, saving his project one more time before deciding to kick everyone out and lock the studio.
Of course they’re going to find out eventually what happened. Especially since Park Jimin follows Yoongi to the elevator. Once they’re the only ones inside, Jimin turns to his Hyung, “Tell me about the girl.”
Yoongi, knowing that no one else could read him better than Jimin, sighs in defeat. “She’s gorgeous. Her nose had flour on it, her hair was messy, and she was everything that I’m not used to. She has a smirk- god the way she smiles- it just makes me melt for her.”
Jimin seems pleased with this answer, “and you’re going to see her now?”
“Yep.”
The bell above his head is a welcoming sound. This time you’re not waiting in the back. Instead, you’re counting money at the register as he enters. This time you wore a purple apron, and it’s clean compared to a couple of days ago. You still haven’t looked up, so Yoongi walks slowly up to the counter and taps his fingers twice.
“Ah- Yoongi! Good evening, what can I get you started today?”
“The same as last time, please.” Yoongi grins, watching you carefully as you nod at him and turn on your heel and kick on the kettle. The way the straps of the apron tie right above the curve of your back has Yoongi’s mind beginning to wander. It’s been years since he even thought of looking at a woman like this in person, but for some reason when it comes to you he just can’t stop.
“So,” you break the silence, “how did that song writing go?”
“Oh,” his cheeks are a rosy pink, “it went well. I showed the other members the demo and we’re recording it tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.” You grin, pouring the water over the tea bags. Yoongi thanks you quietly and pulls out his wallet once more. You shake your head, “Nope. Your last tip was enough to cover your next 3 drinks.”
Yoongi nods, “Oh okay.” but then ignores you, slipping another 10000 won bill into the tip jar. Just as you’re about to open your mouth in protest, Yoongi sends you a wink and salutes on his way out before he closes the door behind him.
~*~*~
Your alarm is too loud.
It’s like a banshee screeching in your ear, like a baby crying, like a rooster crowing. You groaned loudly at the sound and threw your hand on top of it, rolling out of bed to drag yourself to the shower.
It’s been a few weeks since Yoongi became a regular to your work. The initial star struck feeling you got when you were around him had dwindled away, and now you feel you can call him a friend.
Your routine was as follows: Yoongi enters the shop, you make him his drink, and he stays and distracts you for a while. Much against everything you stand for, you drop everything to talk to him. It causes you to have to move much faster than usual on your prep work but you didn’t mind, because you loved seeing the way Yoongi would laugh at your jokes.
You feel like you know the man beyond the idol. The person who hides under the shadow of a stoic demeanor is bright. The way you perceived him prior to actually knowing him was wrong. He is, without a single doubt in your mind, the most interesting man on the planet.
When you arrived at work, your evening worker is already willing to go.
“I counted the safe and there’s some money missing. If Summer asks, it wasn’t me.” Flora says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Okay,” you raise an eyebrow, walking towards the back, “any orders?”
“Uh, yeah!” you hear her call, “chocolate covered strawberries for 6!”
“Awesome-- thank you!” You call back just as the door dings and Flora exits the store. You take a moment to walk through the kitchen to make sure everything is set up and then you pull your apron over your head.
The doorbell dings and you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face.
“What’ll it be today, Mr. Min?” You still stand in the back, glancing in the mirror to make sure you look your best.
“Honey butter croissant,” he yells back, “how did you know it was me?”
When you’re happy with your look, you finally walk to the front and smile, “So we’re changing it up today, are you okay? You sick or something?”
“I just wanted something new,” Yoongi looks different today. He’s dressed in a cream cardigan and black jeans, the usual rose tint to his cheeks is a bit stronger today.
“Okay, I’ll have to bake some new ones. It’ll take about 20 minutes if you’re willing to wait.” You explain, with an unsure smile.
Yoongi looks around for a moment, “Ugh, I guess I can wait.”
“Awesome,” you speak, “I’ll be back in a moment.”
As you walk towards the back, Yoongi listens carefully to you humming along to a song that’s been stuck in your head for days. You pull out a couple of fresh croissants and prep a baking sheet. Sticking it into the oven, you brush the flour from your hands onto your apron and walk back to the front.
Yoongi jumps up from his phone when he notices you standing in front of him. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, the freckles across your nose easing him into a sense of comfort. “Do you plan on telling me why you kept ordering a drink you hate?”
Yoongi’s eyes widen, “Now why on Earth would you think that I hate it?”
“Welp,” you laugh, “you’re usually my only customer at night, and every morning I would check the outside garbage to see if it needed to be changed, yet the only thing I would find is a full cup of tea, with your name on it.”
For a moment, Yoongi was silent. He stumbles over his thoughts in an attempt to come up with some type of excuse. Something to hide why he had been coming here all this time. Yet, he couldn’t. So instead he looks up from his chair and smirks, “How else was I supposed to talk to the pretty girl at the tea shop?”
You swallow, your mind racing a million miles a second. Before you have the chance to respond, he stands. His body is close, and he smells so good. His cologne is expensive, herbal and earthy, and it makes you want to bury your nose into his neck and inhale. His eyes, the usual dark brown has turned into honey, drawing you in and keeping you there.
“You could have asked me on a date, we could have gone from there.” You shrug, feeling Yoongi’s calloused hand gently push away a stray hair behind your ear. He doesn’t move it afterwards, though, instead his thumb finds home on your cheekbone, stroking gently. His face has shifted, and he laughs. Almost bitterly, causing your heart to sink.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in the types of dates I get. You see,” his other hand slithers around your waist, “we get long walks in the park but we have to wear a mask and a hat. We get picnics by streams late enough at night that we know no one will be around. Sometimes we can slip away to another country where we pray that no one recognizes us, but with my schedule that thought is laughable at best.”
“What if I like long walks in the park with masks and late night picnics?” You breath, the look in your eyes stirring Yoongi’s heart.
“Then I guess we’d have to give it a shot, wouldn’t we?” He whispers. Your eyes flutter from his eyes to his lips, silently begging him to close the gap. You could sense his hesitancy, though. It blossoms from his chest and heats up his entire body but for some reason he’s frozen, completely still. He’s fighting, urging himself to lean forward and kiss you but he can’t move.
Good news for him, though, because you take a moment to lean up and press your lips against his softly. It’s gentle, easing him into the feeling of you so close to him. His lips taste of mint chocolate, causing you to smile into the kiss. It takes a moment, and for a second you’re hoping that you didn’t read the situation wrong until finally, he kisses back. It’s eager, introducing his tongue to yours and grinning idly into the kiss.
You allow him to back you up against the counter, boxing you in and surrounding you completely. His hands move down and pull your hips close to his, feeling the strain of his cock against his jeans.
“We’re entering dangerous territory here, baby.” Yoongi speaks, pulling away just a little bit. His eyes stay closed and his breath is hot on your face.
“How so?” You whisper, afraid of the answer but also intrigued. He doesn’t respond, instead capturing your lips and breaking the kiss repeatedly. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders and he smiles at the knowledge that you’re enjoying this just as much as he is.
A groan fills the air when you finally buck your hips towards him. In a feverish attempt to feel more, you wrap your legs around his waist and hang from his shoulders. Just as you’re about to slip your hand between your bodies, the timer on the oven blares through the building, shattering the small walls you built around the two of you.
“Fuck--” you gently pull away, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Quickly, you slip off the counter and rush to the oven. You pull out the croissants and douse them in honey butter from the fridge. You watch the butter melt for a moment, collecting your thoughts.
Did that just happen? Did that actually hap-
When you walk back out, Yoongi’s hands are clasped behind his back. He mutters a small thank you as you hand him the plate. He rips off a corner of the pastry, and pops it into his mouth.
There’s a beat of silence. One-- two-- then he speaks.
“It’s delicious.”
“Thank you, I work hard on them.”
~*~*~
“And you just left her?!”
Oh god. Yoongi has never seen Jimin so angry before. The small man can yell louder than ever imagined, and Yoongi would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared.
A mere 30 hours ago, Yoongi had his tongue buried in your mouth and he was the happiest man on the planet. Then it changed quickly once he realized what exactly this could entail. Even though he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the dough table and take you roughly while you scream his name, he couldn’t help but over think.
Standing in Jimin’s living room, he expected to be comforted and given some nice advice from his friend. Instead he’s learning that he pulled a bad move.
“You’re supposed to be giving me advice, not yelling at me!” Yoongi yells back, gesturing his hands wildly. Even though he’s scared, he can’t help but defend himself to a certain extent.
“Hyung, I thought you’d have enough intelligence not to kiss her and run!”
Yoongi groans and drops onto the couch, his face falling into his hands, “The things I was feeling scared me.”
“Oh my god, go to the tea shop!”
~*~*~
Yoongi spots a customer at the register. He opens the door quietly, the break of dawn just behind the mountains. This was different to Yoongi’s usual time and you know that, your eyes going wide in surprise while you finish ringing up the last customer.
Once Yoongi hears the heels clack against the tile and the door open, he rounds the shelf and walks up to you.
“I’m sorry I left so quickly yesterday. I just- I got scared. I wasn’t sure how to approach the situation but after thinking over it I realized that I really need you to kiss me again,” Yoongi speaks fast, quicker than you’ve heard him before and it takes a moment for the words to settle in your mind, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You breathe out a laugh, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his again. This time it’s slow and soft, different but Yoongi loves every second of it. The minute you kiss him, you taste coffee. You hold back another laugh, pulling away with mock hurt, “You cheated.”
Yoongi brows furrow, “I don’t follow.”
“You drink coffee and then come try to sweep tea shop girl off her feet? Cheater!” You tease, putting your hand on your chest as though you’re in pain.
Yoongi grins, “You’re crazy. I would never drink coffee, not when I can taste you. You’re probably going to have to kiss me to make sure.”
You gnaw your lip, leaning upward and pressing a kiss to him again. He giggles against your lips, a sound that you will never get sick of. You pull away much to both of your dismay, “Let me take you back to my apartment. It’s small but it’s big enough for the two of us.”
He agrees instantly.
Yoongi waits in the car while your relief shows up and you clean up. He taps his feet against the pedals anxiously, the thought of what could happen exciting him. You have clouded his mind for a weeks now and as you skip out of the building and hop into Yoongi’s passenger seat, he can’t wait to get his hands on you.
He follows your directions, his hand resting on your thigh as he tries not to speed. When he pulls into the parking lot, you lead him up the stairs to your apartment.
Nervously, you toss your bag onto the couch, “It’s not much. . . but it works for me.”
Yoongi grins, “It’s quaint. Cute.” He reaches forward and wraps his arms around you in a back hug. You welcome it, craning your neck to kiss him.
“I need a shower. Join me?”
Yoongi nods, “Yes please.”
There’s a thumb in your chest louder than you’ve ever felt before. This is actually happening. Min Yoongi, is being lead to your bathroom and you’re about to shower with him.
Yoongi doesn’t waste much time once the door is shut behind you. He latches his lips onto your neck, tugging at the hem of your shirt and easing it over your head.
“I want to make sure you want this as much as I do.” Yoongi says breathlessly as he catches a glimpse of your bare chest. You don’t respond verbally, but you look him directly in the eye as you slip your pants and panties off in one swoop.
You stand in the shower, turning on the water and peaking your head behind the curtain, “What’s taking you so long?”
Yoongi moves fast as he tears off his own clothing, and you close the curtain so you don’t spot his body too quickly. Building suspense for yourself, you wet your hair under the warm water and feel your muscles relax after your long day of work. Although your eyes are closed, your ears are trained on Yoongi. He steps behind you, continuing his assault on your neck.
You sigh happily, but everything changes the minute Yoongi opens his mouth.
“Spread your legs, baby. I’ll hold you up.”
Instantly you feel your cunt clenching around nothing (unfortunately). You immediately allow Yoongi to guide your leg to the edge of the tub. He slides a finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness all while his lips trail kisses across your chest.
Finally you allow yourself to open your eyes, gasping at the image in front of you. Yoongi’s body is as rosy as his cheeks, his knees on the bottom of the floor and his face level with your heat.
“Ah, now you open your eyes.” He smirks, and doesn’t give you much warning as he licks a long stripe from your heat to your clit. You instantly moan, tossing your head back and bracing yourself against the wall of the shower.
He moves ruthlessly, consuming you like a starved man. The feeling of him against you doesn’t compare to the imagine in front of you. His fingers reach between your folds and pump in and out of you while he continues to nip and suck mercilessly at your clit. He looks up at you through his lashes, and you swear you feel him smirk against you as he speeds up his thrusts and sucks as hard as he can.
“You look so good like this,” you moan, “your tongue feels so good.”
Yoongi pulls away to let out a groan, “Fuck.” His chest is heaving and he reaches a hand down to squeeze his shaft for a moment of relief, then he stands.
“Think you can hold your leg up for a moment, baby?” Yoongi instructs, laying a kiss on your forehead as you spot his hand pumping himself a few more times. You nod silently, allowing yourself to relish in his glistening skin as he runs the head of his cock over your slit. You appreciate his concern, and you know he’s going to take care of you after he’s finished ruining you. You couldn’t be more excited as Yoongi’s cock continues to slip over you.
For a moment you feel him enter, both of you gasping at the contact but just as quickly as he enters, he slips out.
“No,” you shake your head, “please no teasing. Fuck me.”
Yoongi gives you a devilish grin, his hand holding up your thigh once again as he finally begins to push into you. He takes pleasure in the way that your lips part with every inch that he pushes in. Yoongi was proud of his size, and your reaction further fuels his ego. Finally, he bottoms out and you’re rewarded with being filled to the hilt with nothing but Yoongi.
He moans your name in your air after you adjust to his size, beginning to thrust faster. “So... tight. Fuck.” He sinks his teeth into your collarbone, relishing in the feeling of your nails scratching into his back. He can’t bare to leave your cunt for more than a few seconds, because the way you clench tightly around him was the closest thing to Heaven on Earth that he’s ever experienced. Every one of his thrusts is meant with a rewarding moan from you, your juices coating his cock more and more and fueling his pleasure.
“Ah,” you moan, “Yoongi. So good.” Your brain was absolute mush. You couldn’t think of anything else but him.
“So good at taking my cock,” he laughs breathlessly, “I can’t believe how well you’re doing.”
You surrender yourself completely to Yoongi at his words, his encouragement pushing you closer to the edge. “I’m close.”
“Good girl, cum for me. Cream on my cock.” Yoongi praises, kissing your lips tenderly as you feel yourself clench tightly around him. White hot electric shocks rush through your body, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He breaks the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip, “Take my cum. Take it- fuck fuck-” Yoongi’s cut off by his orgasm taking over, and you open just in time to see his jaw drop as he rides out both of your orgasms with increasingly slow thrusts until finally, he slips out, the feeling of his release dripping down your thighs.
He rests his forehead against yours, suddenly hyper aware of the water dripping down your bodies.
You lower your legs onto the floor, Yoongi holding you up while you struggle to regain your balance. The two of you giggle, sharing kisses for a moment as you both work off the pleasure.
You reach behind Yoongi, squeezing shampoo into your hands and massaging it through your scalp as Yoongi takes your soap across your body. It’s such a simple move, but even though you’ve already had sex he still is taking the time to take care of you. It’s endearing, and it fills you with hope for something more with Yoongi.
As you both finish the shower, you step out of the bath tub and reach for a towel.
“Oh, by the way, Yoongi?” You say as he runs a brush through your hair. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle as he stops, “Yes baby?”
“I still tasted coffee.”
Yoongi laughs, “God damn it.”
#midway through this i lost everything and had to start over lmao#that was a fun journey but bc i could actually sit and write i wanted to get something out for y'all#ty for reading!!#min yoongi x reader#yoongi x reader#yoongi x you#yoongi smut#yoongi fluff#bts#yoongi x reader fluff#yoongi x reader smut#yoongi x you smut#suga x reader#suga x you
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MergeMaster Part 4
Just a little bit more and I'll finally have a body worthy of me. For 22 years I've been stuck as that accursed needle. Then what happens I get used for tattooing that spineless wimp of a man. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my gifts of merging were intact, guess that bitch who cursed me didn't count on that. Now though I'm almost free, this body just needs some more adjustments before I assert my dominance. Then the MergeMaster will be reborn and I can create the harem I wanted.
Fuck!! I dont know why but something was off. Everything around the apartment seemed in order, Caylan had even come back from his morning run in record time. I had just finished my workout, it was a normal tuesday but I had the weird feeling like I was forgetting something important.
I focused on my dashing new husband, he is the perfect muscle twink to compliment my shredded brawn. He came over sweat dripping from his brow, stood on his toes and gave me a kiss. Damn he's hot!, and though I wanted to take him into the bed room I knew that I had to get to work. Caylan looked disappointed but still helped me into the 2x dress shirt, and did my tie so Id look presentable at the school. Being a college sports trainer has its perks but Im also a English professor and I got to look the part.
When I get to campus I go to the sports complex to store my gear in my office. I'm walking back when I hear a commotion in the pool. I peek through the doors and see 3 freshman in the pool, soaked, still wearing their shirts.
"Not bad A 3to1 is just what I need" came a thought that was not my own.
Pain flared across my arms and pecs. I watched as the world came to a halt. I suddenly had access to all my past lives their memories, their wants, their loves, it was to much. The weight of all those lives was crushing me, what was worse was the knowledge that I was soon going to be a past life as well. Dread filled my core I didn't want to cease but I also had no way to stop it.
A brightness caught my attention, Damn! the three had already merged. The light around the new college senior drew together and connected with me.
The energy invaded my body as I struggled against it. I wasn't gonna be changed against my will. My mind was a fortress and nothing was going to work this time. I thought I was winning as I pushed back at the energies, only to notice that it was changing my tattoo instead. The lines of ink that covered my arms and chest started to grow. It snaked it's way down my body covering every part of me. I watched as the pattern flowed and settled into a new design. Now only my face remained without Ink. I felt constricted as if the tattoo was a prison caging me in. The last vestiges of energy bombarded my mind. I had lost, I could feel my face restructuring, my hair receding and turning black. I was not Aiden or Adrien any longer I was.
Motherfucker! I fuckin hate getting headaches, and what the fuck is with the pretty boy in the wet shirt. Sure I'd tap that in a heartbeat , I mean dude is fucking fine as shit especially with how that shirt clings to every muscle. No! I can't cheat this time, I have a good thing going with Caylan. At first I thought he was only good for fucking and worshipping my glorious body like all the other muscle twinks. I was getting hard just thinking about him better get home and take care of that.
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Mall is Life | Episode 1 : Skip for Seven Flags
Summary: Your dad thinks it's best for you to pay off the credit card that you just maxed out. Meaning, it’s time for you to finally get your very first job...at the mall. As a true blue spoiled daughter from a very rich family, what could possibly happen? Form a labour union and overthrow the oppressive government with 7 other underpaid and overworked guys??? Or maybe just form a bond with them and have the best time of your life?
Pairing: bts x reader
Genre: mall!au, lowkey a sitcom, fluff, eventual angst, and a whole lot of pure crack
Word count: 13.9k+
Episode summary: Some of the boys go to hell and back just to try and sneak you out of work while Namjoon slowly loses it.
Notes: The way I write this is so out of order. That explains why it’s such a wack but that’s alright! It’s all part of the chaotic energy this fic stands for lol. I hope everyone's doing better than I am and I hope you enjoy this cause I did while writing it. Writing this series has been a literal escape from reality.
Posted on: 29th of Jan, 2021
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Jimin is late.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 ™ ♥
AGAIN
Tbh we been knew that this was what's gonna happen when he offered to carpool to work with you.
At least, all the guys did.
He could set an alarm five hours before the actual time for him to wake up and he would still find a way to end up late.
They didn’t say a word cause it sounded like a “you” problem
Which sounds really mean but there is no "better" option for you.
You couldn’t really ask to go with Taehyung, your best friend, since he now lives on the other side of the city with all the, for a lack of a better word, ⁿᵒⁿ ʳⁱᶜʰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ.
On top of that, your dad thought to revoke your rights to drive your car!
(Which, to be fair, he did buy for you.)
He thought it’d be sensible for you to jUst catCH a bUs.
Like he’d ever take one.
Now, back to Jimin...
Let’s just say that he’s been quite the mystery.
You never knew that you’d actually get to use the deducting skills you’ve learned in your critical thinking class.
At this point, you might as well get a trench coat, a matching fedora, and some magnifying glasses!
Nancy Drew? Shaking.
Miss Marple? Never heard of her.
Detective Conan? Who is he?
Sherlock Holmes? Might be out of job soon.
What are we talking about?
Well, you see...
In the last few weeks of knowing each other, Jimin has unknowingly made you go on this wild goose chase.
It’s because of the fact that you’ve developed a speculation that maybe
JUST MAYBE
Jimin, is in fact…
Rich.
*** 𝘟-𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 ***
Don’t believe me?
Then buckle up because I’m about to lay down some ｈａｒｄ ｈｉｔｔｉｎｇ evidence.
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𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘏𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 B̷a̷n̷g̷t̷a̷n̷ ̷U̷n̷s̷o̷l̷v̷e̷d̷ 👽✌
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩.
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
🎀Ｅｘｈｉｂｉｔ Ａ🎀
𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰.
(𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘴𝘢: "𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰" 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.)
((........𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 "𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴" 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?))
(((𝘖𝘮𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦??? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰? 𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧- *𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱*)))
((((𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴! 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮…))))
𝘏𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 "𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭."
𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 "𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨".
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺.
𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘜𝘛
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...
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𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳.
𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘠 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘝𝘌.
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘕𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘰!
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦? 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴??
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘚 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘜𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌.
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𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 (𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯) 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 (𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘋𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 24/7.
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𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈 𝘓𝘈𝘉𝘌𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠𝘚 Jᴏ Bᴀʟᴏɴᴇʏ
𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 140 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦.
𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
(𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 37 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘺𝘪 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘺𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?)
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 3 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮?
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴...
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𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆
---𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮---
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“Late again.” Namjoon slowly shakes his head to you.
Yeah, and whose fault is that???
“But it’s only been 15 minutes! No one ever comes to ICEA this early on a monday.”
He holds his hand up to your face and you shut up.
You already know how this will go.
You’ve seen this play out a handful of times now to the point that you’re sure Namjoon has turned into a broken record.
“Oh, if that’s the case then why don’t we all just take the morning off since the first customer on a monday usually comes around lunchtime?”
Yep. Just as expected.
Now, he’ll nag about giving you the position.
“Y/n, I didn’t put in a good word to the manager for you if this is how you’ll be—“
“Yes, I know and I’m truly very sorry about this but you see, Jimin—“ You interject in between Namjoon’s nagging but he also interrupts you before you explain your side.
“Do you really want this job?” He asks you firmly.
Well
No
Not really
WHY on earth would you???
You could think of a million other things you’d rather do than to slave away for other people here.
But like, you do need it badly so
“...Yes.” You meekly answer.
“Then stop making excuses and stop slacking. I have never met a more irresponsible person in my entire life and that's saying a lot cause I know Kim Seokjin! I mean, look at this fake apple!"
Namjoon takes the prop from a display and waves it in front of your face.
"It has a better grasp of life than you! At least it knows it's fake and isn't gonna get eaten!"
That did not make any sense but just bear in my mind that Namjoon has reached his peak with you.
"Let's get this clear. Do your job or I’ll fire you myself, okay?!”
Namjoon walks away, slightly seething and you just stand there completely stunned.
Uh
Woah.
No one and I MEAN NO ONE has ever raised their voice at you like that.
Okay, you know you’re not the easiest person to deal with but you’ve never given anyone a reason to get mad at you like that.
You must really be doing such an awful job here
(That or Namjoon rEAlly is just that uptight.)
Either way, you feel really really REALLY bad.
You want to run away and maybe cry in a stall.
It’s like high school all over again!
But then you remind yourself that there’s no point in crying because at the end of the day, you’d still be here.
And also, what are you? 13 years old?
With a heavy heart and slightly teary eyes, you go to the stock room and (try) to do inventory.
Soooo…….
Maybe Namjoon went a tad bit too hard on you.
BUT HEAR HIM OUT!
Indeed, he didn't do this for nothing, he really did wanted to help you b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ h̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶s̶ y̶o̶u̶'r̶e̶ c̶u̶t̶e̶.
He'll admit that your skills are lacking but you did graduate with honours so that must mean something.
As a (consistent) honour student, himself, he knows the capability one possesses in order to achieve such a thing.
So, he's sure you’re not that bad like how Taehyung had described you about actual work stuff.
Boy, was he wrong.
He regrets getting you hired.
BIG TIME
He regrets this more than anything in his life.
YES, even more than that time he went streaking across campus on the eve of his graduation.
(That's a story to be unpacked for some other time.)
Namjoon just wants to know how someone can have such an awful sense of responsibility???
Like, for example
Hell hath no fury like a Saturday afternoon in ICEA.
Literally, all hands on deck are needed during these times.
It’s all or nothing if an employee wants to get through the day without losing a limb or two
(Or their minds)
So anyone can imagine how Namjoon reacted when you sat on this chair he was pointing at, that a customer wanted to buy, and had the audacity to thank him and say you’ve been wanting to sit the entire afternoon cause you’re feet are killing you wHEN yOu HAVen’T EVeN liFTEd a sINgLe fINgEr ALL DAY.
Not only that!
Oh bOy! Get ready cause Namjoon’s got a whole ass list.
The amount of times he’s caught you sitting pretty somewhere is astronomical,
You keep spending at least 10 minutes on checking yourself out whenever you pass by a mirror,
Your phone is always glued to your hand,
Somehow, you always find a way to just end up gossiping with the customers about stupid things,
You even criticise their choice in furnishings and recommend other “more tasteful” furniture places,
Same goes for the food here,
You can never remember the store sections DESPITE BEING HERE FOR THREE WEEKS NOW and just end up asking another employee
Actually,
You ALWAYS end up asking help from another employee instead of doing things yourself
What the fricking frick frickity frack is the point of being hired IF OTHER PEOPLE ARE JUST GONNA DO THINGS FOR YOU???
He 👏 swears 👏 to 👏 the 👏 ICEA 👏 gods 👏
Namjoon is about to pop a vein out
Which only means one thing…
He’s due for a “Me time” in the lift.
….
NOT THAT KIND OF “ME TIME”, YOU DETTY PIG!
He means his essential time to scream out into the void and release all his pent up anger and quite possibly murderous thoughts.
It’s usually about Michael
Or some very picky customer
Or a very malevolent child
Or Seokjin and Taehyung being a tag team from hell
This time, he screams and curses your name out.
(To emphasise, not in a sexual way. You detty pig)
Listen
He knows that you’re a really nice person.
A kind one too
You’re kind of a surprise to the rest of the guys tbh.
Yeah, you can’t help being a spoiled rich kid but for the most part, you’re very very tolerable and dare say, nice to be around
At work though?
Lol.
Like that Rihanna song, Namjoon needs to put in work work work work work.
Especially since he’s trying his best to get promoted noticed by his boss.
He’s been busting his ass off in this place for three years now and has been employee of the month consistently ever since.
But because he’s younger and inexperienced
While Michael, their current Assistant Manager, is a lot older and has been in this ICEA for almost a decade now,
Michael is the one who got the Assistant Manager position and is constantly the subject of attention around here
When all he does is boss people around!
What a cOMpleTe BULL
Michael gets to stand around, doing the bare minimum, and still gets all the nice compliments.
Whereas Namjoon gets things like, “Can you help me find a MILF?”
(And by Milf, the customer means a lamp. Not the other one, you detty detty pig.)
Great.
Wonderful.
Fan-freaking-tastic.
With you around because of him, he just might take 7 more years for his hard work to get notice…
( ŏ﹏ŏ)
With that thought in mind, Namjoon enters back into the lift just as he steps out.
(Not forgetting to politely apologise to a customer who’s about to enter. Honestly, who do you think he is?)
"So…..how bad is it?" Hoseok asks a mentally, physically, and spiritually drained Taehyung who is now getting a head massage from Jimin.
Taehyung momentarily lifts his head from Jimin's lap to look at the older guy straight in his eyes.
"All I see is a long, long, long, long, long ass dark tunnel. Oh, wait! What's that I see? Light! It's the end of the tunnel! I must run to it! Oh, will you look at that? It leads to a cliff where there is no other way than to jump to my death."
Hoseok and Jimin stare at Taehyung, looking like a bunch of scared kids that've been told that they can no longer use a night light.
Taehyung drops his head back and Jimin resumes massaging almost immediately.
Poor Tae.
He needs all the love and comfort right now and Jimin is here to provide it for him!
🥰
"What's going on here?" Yoongi arrives at what has now been their designated food court booth and sits beside Jimin.
"Can't afford a massage so you've manipulated Jimin?"
Jimin momentarily looks hurt at the thought of Tae using him.
But then again,
He's fine with it since he'd be able to help his friend out!
Taehyung throws Yoongi this used napkin that has been lying on their table since the three of them arrived.
“Shut up. I’ll never manipulate Jimin. I know I’m evil but even I have limits, okay?”
Like everyone else, Yoongi likes to believe Taehyung's evil ways have no limit whatsoever.
I mean, just look at that face.
But then he looks at the soft boy carefully massaging Tae with a huge grin that makes his eyes vanish.
(¬͟ʖ¬)
Eww
"Affections"
How disgusting.
But also
iF ANYONE TRIES ANYTHING TO THIS BOY, THEY'LL FACE THE WRATH OF A MIN YOONGI AND NO ONE WANTS THAT NO, NO, NO
"But it can't be that bad! I'm sure there's some silver lining to your work, Tae." Jimin tries to uplift Taehyung's spirits even more.
Hmmmm…..
Let's see.
Taehyung scrunches his face and thinks hard.
Hoseok, Jimin, and even Yoongi who's caught on to the topic patiently anticipate his answer.
"...Uhm…"
….
Approximately 15 seconds pass.
…
"Well?"
…
Taehyung unscrunches his face
"Nope, I've got nothing."
Ugh. All that built up anticipation for nothing. How disappointing!
Well, it is true.
What sort of silver lining is there if you work at a McWendi's takeaway booth at this dingy corner at the back of the mall?
When Taehyung got hired, he thought he'd work at the same branch that he applied for.
But no! The manager took one look at Taehyung's handsome face and had the brilliant idea to put him at that specific booth cause it really needs some reviving.
Taehyung's got a little tip for them: next time, maybe open up a booth near where there's a lot of people.
So now, not only is he a cashier, he also cooks and prepares meals, AND cleans up.
He works with these twins called Taylor and Tyler but Taehyung can't even bear to look at them with their atrocious matching gold griLLZ.
Who cares if they're real gold?
UGH
It’s like he’s a reverse Cinderella.
"There's always the option to quit."
Taehyung scoffs at Yoongi's suggestion.
"First of all, I am Kim Taehyung. I don't quit, it's not in my vocabulary. I don't back down. People back down from me. Second, I can't afford to spend any more time looking for another job. I'm in dire need of money right now. I mean, they just released the new Kucci shoes and I'm reminded that I cannot afford it! Third-"
Yoongi stares at the potted plant beside them.
All he said was "quit".
He didn't ask for a whole ass novel about it.
Just say you can't quit and go!
But then again,
Tell him more about your trainwreck of a life!
He loves that shit so he can validate his equally shit of a life.
"So! As you can see, I can't quit. It's not an option AT ALL."
"Bro, have you ever considered being a talk show host?" Hoseok muses.
"That's all you can say from everything I've said??"
Hoseok shrugs.
He does care for his friend's wellbeing… But it's not like he can do much about it.
"How about you Yoongi hyung? How's work?"
Oh, what a lovely question!
How's work?
How is work???
"Oh it's fine. Everything's fine. Just, really really fine. ToTaLLY FINE. Completely fine." Yoongi tells them oh so casually with a tight lip smile.
The other boys can just see the anger slowly seething from his ears.
Which is a rare thing because Yoongi never shows any emotions outwardly.
It must be THAt bad.
And it’s HELLA SCARY.
He's turned into a ticking bomb that's about to explode!
So Taehyung and Hoseok nudge Jimin to make Yoongi talk about it more.
Maybe, just maybe, he'll be a lot less aggressive if he asks.
"Uhm, hyung, that's good to hear!" Jimin stops massaging Tae's head, much to the sassy boy's dismay, and gives Yoongi a few pats on his arm.
"Yep aha ha." Yoongi mutters
"You finally have the job of your dreams!"
"Uh huh."
"To think that you've been chasing this for so long and now you have it! It's such a wonderful thing! You-"
"NO. IT'S NOT. I LIED." Yoongi places his head on Jimin's shoulder.
The three boys flinch at the volume of Yoongi's voice.
Welp
There it is.
“I don’t think I can handle another day being assigned to the musical section. I do rap and hip hop for fuck’s sake. This is blasphemous!”
At this point, one of Jimin’s hands is now stroking Yoongi’s head while the other one is still massaging Tae’s.
(Omg nOt iN a SExuaL wAy you detty detty detty pig!)
“If I hear anyone talk about that abominable Cats movie one more time, I SWEAR! I'll smash those records against their head AND eat the broken pieces right in front of their unconscious bodies!"
As if it couldn't get worse from Taehyung's previous "tunnel" analogy, Hoseok and Jimin are just purely and utterly disturbed by Yoongi's colourful explanation.
"Wow. Just… Wow."
Hoseok has no words.
Could it really be that bad that these two are wanting to end things in a very violent way??
He wonders how you're doing at work.
Namjoon mentioned something about you the other day but Hoseok was too preoccupied thinking what the 98% is if it only says 2% milk in the label.
He passed by the grocery that morning and saw a 2% milk so guess who was thinking about it the entire day??
Fun fact: Hoseok was never good at science.
Anyways,
He thinks you're doing okay. I mean, come on! You're training under Namjoon so it's only right that you're smashing things.
Right? RIGHT???
"Guys, I can't with work anymore!" You arrive slightly in tears.
Well shit, he thought wrong.
"Welcome to the club, princess." Yoongi welcomes you as you sit beside Hoseok.
"Namjoon wants me dead. I just know it!”
The guys give you a puzzled look and you retell to them the events of your morning.
“Wow, Namjoon snapped!”
You give Hoseok a pained expression
Why does he look quite pleased at Namjoon’s morning outburst????
“...I mean in a bad way! That really sucks, man. ” He gives you reassuring pats on your arm.
“Namjoon hyung can be pretty controlling and apprehensive but it doesn’t sound like him to say hurtful things like that.” Jimin says.
“Can he even fire you?” Taehyung asks to which you reply with a solid no.
In the few weeks you’ve known the guys, you’ve learned that they like to refer to Namjoon as ICEA’s Assistant-Assistant Manager because he’s Michael’s favourite to boss around. But in actuality, he’s just in customer relations.
“You must’ve really pushed him to his limits. What did you do?”
Or more importantly, what did you NOT do?
“I don’t know, okay?”
Honestly, you don’t fail to realise just how much of a slacker you have been.
Deep down, you know that you’re not really trying...
But you still like to think that all of this is not a reality. That maybe one of these days, your dad will come to his senses and not let his one and only princess do hard work anymore.
Ladies and gents, and everyone in between, I present to all of you a literal clown.
🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡
Man, you really do need to do something and pick up your weight.
From across the food court, Jungkook appears.
People’s heads (especially the ladies and all the guy lovers) snap to his direction.
Jimin’s not the only one who has fans, okay? The difference between them is that Jimin has an actual fan club while Jungkook doesn’t.
Just like that, it seems like a distress code has been dropped and people are scrambling.
This is not a drill. I repeat, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
The resident cutie and boy next door has landed.
To your stations ladies and gents and every Jungkook lover out there.
Fix that hair,
Powder your nose,
Gloss your lips,
DANG IT, WHY IS THIS GUY’S DRESS SHIRT NOT PROPERLY IRONED??
Jungkook starts making his way to your group’s booth.
As he passes by the other booths, all the “Jungkook Lovers” call out to him and give them a wave, albeit shamelessly.
He reluctantly waves back at them rather shyly which makes them coo at him even more.
The permanent blush on his face is the icing on the cake.
How cuteeee.
BUT!
These smiles and waves slowly disappear as they take in what he’s wearing.
Is that??
No.
That can’t be!
He’s working there?¿
Jungkook leaves a trail of baffled faces in his wake and soon enough, he’s standing in front of your group.
“Oh, hi there, dude.” Hoseok nonchalantly says, giving him a fast glance then points his attention back to you.
…
Wait a dang second…
Is Jungkook wearing a…???
Hoseok looks at him again.
Then looks away.
Then looks at him again for confirmation.
gASP!
He’s seeing real things and not imagining stuff!
Jungkook is..
“DUDE! YOU’RE WORKING AT PERPETUALLY21?!”
* record scratch sound *
Everyone, including you, opens their eyes and mouths dramatically wide open.
WAHT
Oh no, it’s real.
Jungkook is wearing a black shirt that has the name “Perpetually21” printed on it.
"Kook, what have you done?" A very disgusted Taehyung slowly asks.
“You guys told me to get a job.” He innocently mutters.
“Yeah but not...this!”
(That’s rich for someone working at McWendi’s and is required to wear a hat that has braids attached to it, tbh.)
“Tae, calm down. Let’s hear Jungkook out, alright?”
Yoongi faces a nervous Jungkook.
Is…
ⁱˢ ʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ??
༼ ಥ_ಥ ༽
Yoongi is like ( 一_一)
Jeez, this kid needs to chill.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi starts like a disappointed dad, “we’re not mad.”
༼ ಥ‿ಥ ༽
PHew what a relief!
“But.”
bUt?¿
Oh no, he IS in trouble.
༼ ಥ_ಥ ༽
“Okay, kid, don’t cry!” Yoongi rushes in panic. “We just want to know how this came to be, sheesh!”
“Yeah, Kook. What happened? We thought you wanted to work at that Smoke Gaming Store?”
Jungkook sniffs a little and starts to explain things, “I don’t know what happened. I thought they’d hire me because I instantly hit it off with the guy that interviewed me. We discussed about Joel’s death from The Last of Us-”
I’m sorry but who?
“It went really well! At least I think it did.”
“Well, then that’s weird… What else did he ask you?” Jimin asks (still stroking Yoongi’s head and massaging Tae, that little angel)
Jungkook thinks real hard, back to his interview.
Hmmmm……let’s see…..
“We talked about my hobbies and work experiences.”
Yoongi snorts, “Which you don’t have. So, what else?”
“Uhm.... He asked me about my worst qualities.”
Bingo!
This does not smell good.
“And? What did you answer?”
Jungkook is sweating at how intense all of you are looking at him.
He is nOT made for this kind of attention.
Also, he feels like he did the wrong thing.
“Uh… ᵃᵐ ⁱ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵉ?”
Oof that does not sound well.
Yoongi sits up straight and gives the younger boy a smile. An eerie smile.
“Jungkook. Tell us. How many did you tell them?”
….
……….
¿¿¿
"ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵉⁿ...”
WELL THERE YA GO
“JUNGKOOK! WHat the hell??”
“I don’t want to lie! It makes me feel really bad.”
Oh this sweet innocent little boy.
Hoseok puts an arm around Jungkook and ruffles his hair.
“You’re not supposed to lie, bro. You just need to tell them shit like ‘you work too hard’ or ‘you don’t know when to stop working’. Ya know? Chessy and suck up things like that.”
Ohhhhhhhhh.
Why didn’t they brief him beforehand?
If they did then he wouldn’t have had to deal with the sheer panic of finding out that he didn’t get the only job he wants. Then he wouldn’t have felt pressured to get hired cause it’s been 3 whole weeks and everyone has had a job, even you (no offense), while he still haSN’T GOT ONE. ThEN maybe he wouldn’t have jumped the gun when this girl at Perpetually21 grabbed him and told him they’re hiring and will hire him on the spot if he wants!
Inhale
Exhale
“...”
“...”
“...So… How’s working at Perpetualy21?” You break the tense silence.
“...”
A single tear drops down Jungkook’s face and he instantly engulfs Hoseok in a tight hug.
Well then
We’ll take that as a dud.
With Jungkook silently crying on one of Hoseok’s shoulders, Taehyung embraces Jimin’s torso and starts weeping as well.
All this crying makes you tear up too. So in a few seconds, you lean on Hoseok’s other shoulder and start crying.
Yoongi...
What?
You think he’s gonna cry too???
HA!
You are absolutely correct.
He leans back on Jimin’s shoulder and he lets exactly 5 tears slip from his eyes because that’s as much emotion he’s gonna let himself feel.
Jimin and Hoseok look at each other helplessly.
WHAT on earth are they supposed to do now?????
Well they are in luck.
Because the lord and saviour, himself, is on his way to your booth.
He is in such a good mood today!
New job, new possibilities, baby.
Not to mention, he landed a killer one!
He’s working at Seven Flags, the mall’s indoor amusement park.
Nothing can bring him down!
That thought lasted about a hot minute because then, he sees your crying faces and…
What the hell??
Did someone die?
Hmm…..
Someone’s missing. Is someone missing?
1 2 3 4 5 6 and he’s the seventh.
Nope! Seven’s the magic number so they’re all here.
…
OH WAIT!
They have you now.
Silly him!
So someone IS missing…
Oh Namjoon!
…
…….
…
GASP!
Did he…
NO
Seokjin drops to his knees and starts wailing.
All six of you get startled by him… Bad day at work too?
“NoooOOOOooOOOoOoooo!!!!”
O-okay…. Awful day at work then!
“WhY? WHY???? He was too young!!!”
Huh?
You all share a dumbfounded look… Did someone die? Are you guys missing something here?
“Namjoon! No! Why must you leave us!!!”
“What are you on about?!” Yoongi yells at him.
Seokjin raises his head from the ground and surprisingly, he has actually shed real tears.
What the duck. He actually thought Namjoon is d-word??
“I… I just thought that…”
“That? That Namjoon hyung is… ᵈᵉᵃᵈ?? How could you?” Jimin says, starting to tear up as well!
Mayday! Another man down!
“Hey, all of you are crying. EVEN YOONGI and he never cries! Then I thought Namjoon isn’t here so I thought that maybe he’s… Ya know…”
“DEAD?!” You unbelievably ask which breaks the dam for Jimin.
Great! Jimin is crying!
Now, Yoongi feels obligated to kick Seokjin’s ass.
“So… Namjoon isn’t--” Seokjin starts but gets cut off by all of you
“NO!”
Okay wooooo
That’s a HUGE relief.
Seokjin isn’t ready for that sort of thing…
Namjoon also owes him 6 bucks so he better not die before he gets to pay him.
Seokjin gets up, dusts himself, brushes his tears away, throws a wink and some finger guns at the females that are staring at his scandalous self, and then casually sits at your booth like he did not just scare the entire food court.
“So then,”
You all look at him, tired. (From work and also from his crackhead self)
“Did someone’s pet die, then?”
“OH MY- NO ONE DIED! CAN YOU PLEASE DROP THAT IDEA??” Yoongi’s voice booms.
“Okay, okay! Alright! It’s just that, it looks like someone died. If only you could see yourselves.”
As if on cue, all five of you sniff in chorus.
“Then what the hell is going on?”
“WORK SUCKS!”
Welp.
Who knew the day would come where Seokjin is the one who’s in triumph while the rest of his friends are in agony?
But like I’ve mentioned a while ago, never fear cause the saviour is here!
As much as he relishes in his friends anguish, he’s still not that cruel.
Oh and he loves the idea of saving everyone….
Especially if one of them is the daughter of a loaded CEO.
“Peasants...and my sweetheart, Y/n,” Seokjin begins in which Taehyung resoundingly scoffs to, “I just might have the solution to your worries. Well, temporarily.”
You know what, as unreliable as Seokjin is, a temporary escape from reality sounds too enticing.
So you guys end up biting the bullet with Seokjin and he explains that he can most definitely sneak you all into Seven Flags.
“You’re working at Seven Flags?? Dope!” Hoseok voices out.
“I know right!” They give each other high fives.
In the few weeks you’ve known this group, you’ve realised that Seokjin seems to be on the same wavelength with Hoseok the most. At first it was questionable but now, it’s turning out to be quite cute in an unexplainable way.
“Are you sure you want to risk sneaking all of us in? We don’t want to get you in trouble-” Jimin shuts his mouth as Taehyung shushes him.
“He’ll only get in trouble if he gets caught. If he wants to sneak us in then let’s not stop him!” Taehyung remarks, obviously completely on board with Seokjin’s plan.
“He’s got a point.” You can’t help but agree with Taehyung.
Confession time: You’ve never had a group of friends. It’s always been just Taehyung. But also, you’ve never been to an amusement park. Yep, that’s right. You’re parents don’t think it's safe and worth the while so they’ve never let you.
This is really exciting!! It’s like you’re a kid again!
“So, you guys are up to call in a sick day for work?”
“YES!” You try to contain your joy so the guys wouldn’t think of you as lame but it seems like they’re all also very much as excited as you are.
“Then it’s an official plan!”
“Uh, what is?”
Namjoon arrives at the scene, holding his Ryan lunch box.
He catches sight of you and instantly becomes uncomfortable.
Ugh, this boy is starting to get on your nerves.
But you need to contain your emotions since you are the one’s at fault here. Well, for the most part.
“Namjoon! We’re having a “skip work” day and we’ll be heading off to Seven Flags courtesy of Seokjin!” Hoseok happily fills him in.
Skip? Work?? Day???
Uh ha ha ha no. Not in Namjoon’s household.
“You can afford tickets for all of us? Since when?”
Seokjin scoffs at Namjoon’s clear distrust of him. “You’re looking at a newly hired employee of Seven Flags!”
Seokjin makes it sound like he’s a big timer at the amusement park but he’s actually just a maintenance guy.
(The narrator would like to point out that being a maintenance worker is a HIGHLY, HIGHLY important job and any establishment wouldn’t run without them)
“Even if you own the place, it wouldn’t matter because I’m not skipping an essential day of working! There are lots to do at ICEA and I cannot afford to be fooling around.” He says that while giving you side glances.
Oh, he’s totally jabbing at you… and it’s working.
“Namjoon hyung, come on! Don’t be a party pooper! You’re too tied down to your work. Live a little, would ya?” Taehyung states.
“Ugh. I’ll have you know that we’re not getting paid to muck about. I’d prefer to be a productive member of the society.”
That was a bit too harsh of him to say tbh but you know he’s only really talking to you.
Big oof.
It’s fine. You’re fine. You’re toTALLy not hurt at all.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to go.” Namjoon takes a couple of strides but comes back and looks at you. “Oh by the way, your break ended 7 minutes ago.”
With that, he saunters away feeling all cool and shit with his bright yellow Ryan lunch box.
Dude, that made you feel even worse than before.
Suddenly, you feel obligated to not go to Seven Flags.
Taehyung, being your one and only bestie, knows that look on your face.
He knows that that’s the look you put on when you let someone get the better of you and frankly, he’s feeling triggered by it.
“Y/n. don’t listen to him. He’s just being a little shit.” The other guys agree with him, no offense to Namjoon.
You don’t though.
“No. He’s right.” You finally concede to the harsh reality of your life. “I’m supposed to be trying to earn a living! I need to wake up and get a grip.”
The guys are like oh no we’re losing her.
“It’s high time I actually take responsibility for once! I’m sorry guys but I can’t come with you.” Although it pains you to say that, you have no choice.
Truly, it’s a proud sentiment BUT at the wrong time!
The guys try hard to rope you back into this fun filled plan but they’ve completely lost you.
You leave them with a much heavier heart and march back to ICEA.
Well, that wasn’t much of a success now, was it?
“Oh, hey!” Seokjin points at Jungkook (who hasn’t uttered a single thing through all of that btw), “you’re working at Perpetually21?”
Jungkook just might spontaneously combust anytime now.
Two days pass by with the guys repeatedly trying to convince you to come with them and you repeatedly turning them down. After that, they left you alone…. or so you thought.
Namjoon keeps ignoring you to the point that you don’t even see him that much in ICEA, during break times, or even off work.
Speaking of work, you’ve actually been trying hard.
Like, actually doing labour and being very hands on with the customers.
It’s been pretty draining to say the least.
You’re still always late since you can’t change Jimin for who he is but still!
You’re doing a really good job!
Which is super annoying because Namjoon isn’t even around to see you changing your ways!
You tried to hunt him down once to talk about your last heavy conversation (aka Namjoon’s outburst) but he snapped at you, thinking that you’re just going to talk him into coming to Seven Flags.
As if you’re actually going to Seven Flags!
“By the way, we’re going to Seven Flags tomorrow.”
Jimin casually states as you step out of his car.
“So make up some excuse to have your day off.”
And you thought they’ve given up on making you come.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not going!” You groan loudly.
“Y/n this could be good for you! You’ve been really tense lately and I think this is a good way to blow off some steam.”
Are you hearing Jimin right? Is this the nice and innocent Jimin that you know?
“You know what, Jimin? Out of everyone, I did not expect you to be the one to suggest for me to lie.”
Jimin stops at his tracks and absorbs what you just said.
L i e ?
But the rest of the guys said it’s for the good of everyone! Yoongi even told him that if they go, some murder will be prevented so really, this is an ethical thing to do.
And besides, you guys are going to have fun! So Jimin doesn’t really see anything wrong here.
“But-”
“I really don’t wanna hear anymore of it, Chim. I’m really sorry but I need to do good at work! I can’t afford to mess up anymore. I need to impress Namjoon.”
Jimin doesn’t really understand why you are so set on impressing Namjoon when he isn’t even remotely close to being your boss.
But then again, Namjoon is a very respectable man so he guess earning his respect is an honourable thing.
Which is why he doesn’t question you further.
He’s not happy about you skipping your first ever bonding experience and would prefer to have you there but he’s not one to argue and force you.
The others though…
For your sake, let’s hope they give it up as well.
- The next day -
“Uh.....Are we waiting for something?”
Yoongi is growing impatient.
The plan was to meet up at the food court at 11am but it’s been 45 minutes and they’re still just sitting there.
“Yeah, we’re waiting for Y/n.” Taehyung answers.
yOu???!!!
“You mean to say that we’ve been wasting time here, staring at each other, because we’re waiting on the princess wHO clearly stated that she’s not coming??”
“Yup.”
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Deep breaths for Yoongi, deep breaths.
“Okay…….Nice……..Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.”
Deep breaths for Yoongi, deep breaths. Deep fuCKing breaths.
His ass fell asleep 20 minutes ago for what?? He could've been having the time of his life now, screaming his head off on a roller coaster but noooOOOOooooOoOoOooOOOo!
He hAs tO WAiT fOR yOU!
“So what you’re telling me is…” He starts with that conniving face that the boys are all too familiar with.
Uh oh…
The boys start to sweat and to feel slightly nervous.
“That we’ll be staying here until little miss Y/n comes?”
“...Uh….Yeah…?”
Even Taehyung isn’t sure anymore if this is a good idea.
“Oh. Okay.”
Yoongi stays silent after that…
The other guys don’t know if they should take that as a good thing or if Yoongi’s just gathering enough strength to rage.
Honestly, he's had it with you.
Ever since you came to the scene, the peace and quiet he doesn’t have seems to have become even MORE unattainable.
All he wants is to drop everything and to get away from the stress that is called “life”. Just for one day!! Is that too much to ask?
Does he really have to put matters into his own hands here???
The sound of Hoseok’s phone halts Yoongi’s impending temper tantrum.
“Where are you guys?! I’ve been guarding the employee’s entrance for almost half an hour now!” Seokjin’s voice booms through Hoseok’s phone so loud that he had to hold it away from his ear.
“Dude, sorry! It’s Y/n. I think she’s really not coming…”
No, no, no.
This can’t be!
Seokjin did this to impress YOU specifically.
Yeah, he wants to uplift his friends’ spirits as well but more importantly, he has his eyes set on the money bag.
He still has that fantasy of living the high life. Sue him!
“She can’t not come! This is awful! We need to do something!”
“I know man! Y/n seems to have lost her grip from the big adventure that is life and have succumbed to the negative side of our society.”
...Was that...a…
Was that a completely articulate comment made by Jung Hoseok???
Wow.
Yoongi snatches Hoseok’s phone.
“Give us an hour, hyung. She’ll be here.”
The four guys look at Yoongi with raised eyebrows.
“Ok, fine. But an hour is all I can give you! The other employees are starting to give me weird looks for being here for so long now.”
With that, Seokjin hangs up and goes back to his work.
“Hyung, so you’re okay with waiting for Y/n?” Jimin asks Yoongi nicely.
“No.”
Uhhhh what?
Yoongi stands and looks at the other boys.
“If all of you won’t go to Seven Flags without her highness, then we’re gonna get her.”
The day hasn’t even really begun and yet Yoongi is already so done with it.
He swears, you’re hitting all of his wrong nerves and you leave him no choice....
He needs to meddle.
Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggg…….. Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggg
Yoongi can feel his heart beat harshly
This is a stupid plan. AND HE’S UNBELIEVABLY THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT.
Please let the mall gods be on his side! Please oh please oh please!
Someone picks up on the other line and Yoongi thinks he might flatline right then and there.
“Good day, this is ICEA wherein you can have a finer and effortless life! How may I help you?” Michael picks up in a very rehearsed sunny tone.
Yoongi immediately changes his voice and slips into some 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑦 accent.
“May I please speak to Y/N Y/L/N?” He says, making his voice sound like he’s crying.
“I’m sorry sir, but this is not a personal phone line. If you wish to speak with her, then I suggest you call her on her own phone after work hours.”
“But THIS is an emergency!! This is his brother… Steve and uhm..” Yoongi involuntarily pauses for a second to cringe at himself. He’s winging all of this, okay???
….
Steve…
Ugh * shudders *
“Yes, sir?” Michael presses him to continue, obviously very wary of him.
Teahyung slaps his arm for him to get it together.
Yoongi clears his throat. “ Uh, I’m sorry. I just need a moment to collect myself for this tragic news…” He wittily saves his ass.
“This sounds serious. Is everything alright at home-- wait a minute... I’m sure I recall Y/n mentioning that she’s an only child during her interview!”
Fuck.
Quick! Think of something, Yoongi!
“Well… Uhm, I, uh, suffer from a very serious… Chronic anxiety! She, uh, doesn’t mention me because any exposure triggers an extreme emotional distress from me…”
Michael seems to buy it because he mutters an uncomfortable “oh” and apologises to him.
That’s another save for Yoongi.
“You see, our Uncle... Si Hyuk got in a grave accident and lost his memories! We really need Y/n to rush to the hospital right now. He * sobs * keeps calling out to our dear Y/n, completely afraid for his life!”
“Oh my! How tragic. I’ll get her right away…”
SCORE!
Michael puts the phone down and is about to call out for you but he hesitates for a second after a logical realisation pops in his mind.
He picks the receiver up again and says, “Hang on… If he lost his memories then how come he’s calling out for Y/n, huh?”
Again, fUck.
“It’s… A…….. Medical mystery! The doctors are very baffled by it but they think it’s because he’s deeply attached to Y/n which is why she’s the only one he can remember. It’s all so very very sad, sir!”
Cue in the overly dramatic sounds of crying.
Michael stays silent for a few seconds and Yoongi thinks he’s probably out done his cries.
But then Michael mutters, “I’ll get her right away.”
Wow.
Who knew Yoongi could be such an amazing method actor?
If his music career doesn’t pan out well, maybe acting is the way to go. I mean, most people from the music industry do that anyway when their career isn’t boding too well.
Unfortunately, you are positioned too far from where the telephone is so it took a while to find you.
You are too invested helping out this very indecisive kid pick out which unicorn loft bed is better. The pink one or the light pink one? What a crucial dilemma!
“Y/n! Come quick, you’re brother Steve is on the phone and says your Uncle Si Hyuk has had a terrible accident!” Some employee alerts you
“Who and what now?”
Brother Steve and… Uncle Si Hyuk?
Is there some sort of mistake?
Although you are very confused, you excuse yourself from the customers and follow your coworker to where Michael is holding the phone for you.
Eyes filled with worry, he hands the phone to you and places what appears to be a comforting hand on your shoulder.
Huh?
“...Hello?” You tentatively ask through the receiver.
“It’s me and I’m getting you out of there.” You immediately recognise that low and cold voice.
“Uh…” You turn around from Michael’s prying eyes and whisper, “Yoongi?”
From the other line, Yoongi rolls his eyes so hard, he thinks he caught sight of his big fat genius of a brain.
“No, it’s Steve and Uncle Si Hyuk needs you out of that store now!” He sarcastically snaps at you.
He knows you won’t say no to him.
You’re scared of him and he holds power to that, baby.
“I…” You take a peek at Michael and his brow is raised. This is really not a good idea.
You fear your debts to your father more than you fear Yoongi’s wrath…
At least you think so...
“I appreciate your guy’s concern but for the last time, I’m not going anywhere!” You try your best to sound dead serious while keeping your volume super low.
“Ugh, you need this skip day more than you think you do. You’re turning into Namjoon and it’s a totally alarming predicament!”
You scoff out loud and slam the phone down much to the surprise of Michael.
You…
( ʘ‿ʘ)
Hung up…
On Yoongi.
The actual aUDaciTy!
“She hung up on you.” Taehyung states Yoongi's thoughts, completely stunned. “What has Namjoon hyung turned my bestie into??”
Yoongi stares at the phone booth for approximately 3 seconds.
Oh well!
He shrugs and begins to walk away but Taehyung yanks him back.
“Where are you going?” The younger boy asks him.
“To Seven Flags. Where else?” Yoongi states (what he thinks is) the obvious.
He believes he's done enough here.
He’s proven that he’s a genius,
We’ve discovered his potential acting career,
And to top it all off!
He spent 60 cents to make that phone call, an extra 40 cents for the connection charge, AND another 10 cents to keep the line going after 20 minutes had passed!
That’s more fucks he’s given to last him through the week. Maybe even the month!
“But we can’t just give up!” Taehyung determinedly declares. “I have a plan b!”
Yoongi stands his ground, not wanting to give in, and Tae does the same.
The two of them go into a stare down for a couple of seconds before Yoongi finally concedes.
Let’s not forget
At the end of the day, Yoongi loves some good drama just like the teenage girl that he actually is.
“Alright then. What’s plan b?”
Taehyung runs to you at full speed and practically crashes into you.
The force of it makes you drop the hangers you are holding and they make a loud crash as they hit the floor, catching the attention of everyone within a 15 meter radius.
You give him a baffled look but he instantly wails and clutches you HARD, upping that 15 meter radius to a solid 30.
What the heck is this guy on now???
“Oh, y/n!” He wails like that for a couple of times— wAIT ARE THOSE TEARS???
Wow
Just wow.
“Tae, what are you doing?!” You half whisper as you desperately pry him off of you.
“You need to come, now! Uncle Si Hyuk needs you!” He dramatically cries out in some weird accent he remembers Yoongi had on the phone.
He then lets out a bellowing wail and you swear, you feel the entire store shake.
(´・__・`)
This drama queen.
“I swear, Tae. You need to get out. NOW.”
This is sooooooo embarrassing
IS THAT KID FILMING YOU GUYS???
Taehyung is causing such a scene. If your incapability to function like a proper employee won’t get you fired, then this will definitely do!
You try to push him away to the nearest exit while excusing yourself from the watchful eyes of the customers.
But alas,
He is much bigger and stronger than you.
“Tae, for the last time. I’m NOT GOING-- hmpf!” Tae buries your face to his chest as he sees Michael, so you won’t be able to ruin his plan.
He saunters to Michael, sobbing and clutching to you.
Oh, this is it.
You’re gonna get fired.
Yep.
You can see it now. You’ll end up just like Seokjin. You’ll be known as the rich girl with no capabilities whatsoever. Your awful reputation will spread throughout the entire mall uNIVERSE. No one's gonna want to hire you anymore. You'll end up jobless, then homeless, and you'll ultimately end up living under some bridge with all 7 of the stray cats that you've adopted even though you're financially incapacitated to do so!
“What is all this?” You hear Michael’s voice and you forcibly yank your head from Taehyung’s iron grip.
He’s ruining your cute dutch braids with that tight hold! Does he know how long and how many tries it took you to do that??
“Are you the manager here, kind sir?” Taehyung innocently asks even though you can clearly see an “ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ” nametag on his chest aND he knows perfectly well who he is.
Michael hesitates but answers anyway.
“Uh, no I’m not, sir. But I am the assistant manager. What seems to be the problem?” He eyes you both suspiciously.
Hasn’t he seen this wailing guy from somewhere before???
He looks awfully familiar.
Hmm……
“Yes sir, I’m the one who called a while ago about Y/n’s Uncle!” Tae continues his act complete with the funky accent.
“Oh, the one with the terrible, terrible accident! Are you here to pick Y/n up?”
You interject, “No! This is a complete-- hmpf! Shtp et!” You try but fail to mumble out coherent words as Tae pulls you back in a bone crushing hug with your face pressed tightly against his surprisingly hard pecs- I MEAN CHEST.
“Oh, kind sir! You don’t understand how much our little Y/n is putting up such a brave front! She doesn’t even wanna leave work to see our poor dying Uncle Sejin!”
….
Wait
That doesn’t sound right…
Oh shit wrong name!
“...Si Hyuk!” Tae hastily adds before going back to his acting in an increased volume to assert dominance over Michael.
“We need her, Uncle SI HYUK needs her!” He emphasises on the correct name. “We need her strength more than ever.”
A few customers around start to mutter things like “How noble of this girl” or “What courage!” or “Go to the hospital!”
Michael, completely moved by Taehyung’s Oscar worthy of a nomination scene, sniffs and blinks away the tears threatening to fall. “You better go and see your Uncle, Y/n. He might not have much time left.”
You discreetly pinch HARD on Taehyung’s arm and he lets go of you with a little “Oww”.
“No I’m not coming with him!” You manage to say before two paramedics arrive and make a beeline towards you three.
HOLD UP!
Is that…
HOSEOK AND YOONGI??????
IN DISGUISE????
“See, sir? It’s much more desperate than you might think!” Taehyung wails again and you don’t even know how to react anymore.
Is this an actual thing that is happening right now?
Seriously
Like, these guys are really something.
“Mr. Steve Y/L/N? We really need to get you and your sister to the hospital right now.” Yoongi, disguised in blond hair that makes you even more tongue tied ngl, mutters in a completely different accent than before.
“Yes, of course. Thank you for assisting us Mr. Derek Shepherd and Mr… Doctor Steᵖʰᵉⁿ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ…?” Taehyung’s voice gets less and less audible as he reads Hoseok's nameplate.
* Big and long sigh *
Of course.
We expect nothing less from Hoseok.
WHERE is Seokjin when you need him??
Michael doesn’t seem to have caught that little oopsie as he is now wide eyed and shocked at everything.
“I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE. All of this isn’t real!” You attempt to convince Michael, your arms flailing around.
“SHE’S IN DENIAL!” Hoseok points at you and Tae wails even more.
“We need to get her out of here, stat!”
With that, paramedics Derek Shepherd and Doctor Stephen Strange grab hold of you.
Well, try to as you keep thrashing and slapping and pushing them.
“We might need to sedate this one.” Doctor Stephen Strange muses before getting hit in the face.
"Take as much time as you need. Family is our priority here at ICEA. Some things are even more important than work.”
Doctor Stephen Strange holds you from your under arms while Derek Shepherd grabs hold of the back of your knees.
"You don't understand! They're making all of this up. I don't have an Uncle Si Hyuk! Yoongi, Hoseok, let go of me! Noooooo!"
They run out the store with you as fast as they can before you manage to blow their covers.
"She's completely lost it, that poor girl." Tae miserably says then turns to face Michael. "Uncle Si Hyuk has got you to thank for fulfilling what might be his dying wish."
Michael can't help but have his eyes water again.
"These poor people." He thinks as he stares at Taehyung…
.….
……….
"WAIt a second! Don't you work at McWendi's??"
Oof.
Tae freezes and is for once lost on what to do.
"Uh, I…"
GOtta bLaST!!!
Michael shakes his head as Taehyung leaves, still not having any suspicious thoughts.
If anything, he daydreams about being a paramedic.
How "hip" it would be to come and sweep people off and save them.
Oh what an ideal world.
Just then, the phone rings again.
"Good day, this is ICEA wherein you can have a finer and effortless life! How may I assist you?"
"Uh, yes. This is Mr. Y/L/N, Y/n's father. You know? The rich CEO. I'm calling because I'm afraid our family dog of 17 years has unfortunately died and we need her to come home right now."
Michael feels his right eye twitch as he slowly squints both of them.
"Ohhhhh…. I see…... Don't you worry, Mr. Y/L/N. I'll come and send her home right away."
Seokjin misses the way Michael's tone dips and peaks in sarcasm.
"Thank you, gentleman!"
Seokjin hangs up the phone.
That was easy.
"Seokjin, you have done it again." He praises himself, not knowing what chaos he had brought upon themselves.
Michael fumes at the deception you have just managed to pull.
You lying little bitch.
He bets Namjoon planned this out.
There's no way your spoiled air head could manage such an elaborate plan!
It also just so happens to be Namjoon's breaktime.
Oh, he's dead.
Michael calls out a random employee and tells them he'd be back in half an hour.
Good thing he overheard Namjoon mentioning Seven Flags to you yesterday.
He knows exactly where to look for you.
“WILL YOU LET ME GO???”
You try your best to escape out of Jungkook’s hold as he parades you around on his shoulders.
You hate it. It makes you feel like either a misbehaving child or a damsel in distress.
You absolutely hate it! Yes, even the lovely view of his tush....
How'd you get in this situation?
Well, let's just say that Yoongi and Hoseok got what was coming for them when they decided to grab you against your will.
And by that I mean their mini mes aren't doing too well so now they don't want anything to do with you anymore and instantly passed you to Jungkook the moment they saw him.
You thought you could square up with Jungkook but surprisingly he is strong. Like, Hulk strong!
Who knew that innocent looking dear is hiding this kind of superpowers underneath? It really is always the quiet ones huh?
“Y/n stop fighting it!” Taehyung scolds you. “Can’t you see that we just want you to relax?”
“You don’t understand! If I get caught--”
“You won’t get caught! Now, can you just relax??” With Yoongi yelling at you, you finally shut up and contemplate your situation.
Maybe they are right? Maybe you should trust them more that you guys aren’t gonna get caught. You are in dire need of some loosening up since last week, anyway.
“Fine, I’ll relax but I’m telling you! If I end up losing my job, you guys are going to have to pay for life support!”
Unfortunately for you, Namjoon spots you guys walking past even through the thick crowd of people.
CURSE THOSE BRIGHTLY COLOURED ICEA UNIFORMS
What the duck are you...Oh, Seven Flags. Right.
How many times are you going to deviate from him??
UNBELIEVABLE!
He follows you guys as best as he could, forgetting his breaktime and his need to eat.
“WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN, PEASANTS AND Y/N!” Seokjin not so subtly greets you guys (to which Taehyung still scoffs to)
“I’m so glad that you could make it, sweetheart! I thought you wouldn’t--hey! Namjoon, you’re here too?”
Nam-WHAT?!
You whip your head back and true enough, Namjoon is approaching your group.
“Uh, Namjoon-”
“Save it.” Namjoon talks over you right away.
Taehyung steps in front of you protectively.
“Hyung, seriously. You’re completely overacting. If anyone needs to chill here, it’s you!”
The other guys voice out their own opinion of Namjoon’s apprehensive ways.
Ugh. They wouldn’t understand him.
They wouldn’t know responsibility even if they get hit in the face with it.
He’s about to argue against all of you but then he hears Seokjin whisper to Taehyung, “It’s most probably why he’s never dated anyone.”
ACA-SCUSE HIM???
This is giving Namjoon flashbacks to the eve of his graduation! This is the exact same scenario wherein the guys convince him to do something stupid just to prove to them that he can also lose control and “have fun”.
He’s feeling really triggered riGHT NOW!
Don’t do it, Namjoon. Don’t! You’re better and stronger than this.
“He’s probably gonna end up like Michael and not have any relationships even until his late forties.”
Okay, that’s it. Taehyung’s added dig is what pushes him!
“You guys think I really can’t have fun??”
You feel quite scared of Namjoon. And it’s not because of your current predicament! He just looks completely unstable.
Yoongi adds on to the fire, “Oh, we know you can’t. What are you gonna do about it?”
Namjoon pushes past everyone all the way to the front of the group then looks back at all of you.
“Well?” He asks expectantly. “I thought we’re gonna have a “skip work” day? What are you all just standing there for?”
Oh, hell yes.
They’ve cracked him once again.
Now it’s time to have some fun!
(This is the part of the show where a montage of the main characters having fun is shown while an indie “coming of age” type of song plays in the background.)
(You know, stuff like you guys trying to go on every roller coaster but then one of you *ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ* throws up just after the second one)
(Then you guys run off to the games booths. Seokjin and Taehyung complain about the rigged games while Namjoon surprisingly wins a blue stuffed koala from the basketball hoops)
(You guys then crash through the souvenirs. You take so long going through each item as if any one of you can buy something)
(Just all around, full of laughs and happy memories)
Through it all, Namjoon loosens up while you take it all in since this is the first time you’ve done anything fun with a large group of “friends” :’)
"You know what, I'm glad I skipped work today. It is good to be irresponsible every once in a while!” Namjoon loudly muses with a candy floss on one hand and the koala plushie on the other.
You all voice out various replies of agreement while you all munch on your respective hotdog or candy floss.
“We’re just humans. We can’t constantly have it all together and that’s fine! I mean, even machines break down and need some taking care of from time to time.”
Again, you all agreed with what he’s saying. This is slowly turning into something really empowering and moving, not gonna lie.
“Sometimes, you just need to step back and drop everything. As Miss Eleanor Roosevelt once said, ‘The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost.’ My friends, if forever ends tomorrow, how would you wish to have spent your last day?”
At this point, half of you guys are tearing up because of this moving declamation. Even Hoseok and Seokjin are clapping their hands.
ℕ𝔸𝕄𝕁𝕆𝕆ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋
“There’s no harm in letting yourself indulge in selfish acts from time to time!”
Okay, maybe there is some harm in that especially if you’re not careful with your actions but none of you wanted to ruin his moment so once again, all of you just agreed.
Damn, all of you are really full on goading Namjoon and it’s a really nice gesture.
What’s not nice is that Michael finally found your group.
CURSE THOSE BRIGHTLY COLOURED ICEA UNIFORMS.
“You know who needs to be more chill?” A completely innocent Namjoon that’s about to get absolutely wrecked asks your group.
You guys most definitely shouldn’t have encouraged him further to save his ass but fair play to all of you, y'all didn’t see Michael coming.
“Michael.”
The subject of your discussion stops walking for a second at the sound of his name.
𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡?
𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜....
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢? 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚...
“Man, that guy is so uptight! Even for my own standards, which is saying a lot!” Namjoon continues to rant.
“Yeah, you’re tighter than my butthol—“ Yoongi elbows Seokjin so he won’t finish his disgusting analogy.
Luckily, Namjoon is too engrossed with his speech to catch what Seokjin just said.
“Like, it's just a stupid store!”
𝙟𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙀?????
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝘼𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙇𝙔 𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙀.
Namjoon has only said one bad thing about ICEA but Michael hAs HaD enOuGh! No one ridicules the holy name of ICEA, especially not in front of him.
So he determinedly continues to walk up to your group all the while you guys egg on Namjoon’s passionate moment of awakening of living life to the fullest.
It’s quite emotional.
(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)
You guys are so proud of him.
In the middle of his burning speech, the rest of you finally sees Michael walking behind Namjoon.
Oh shit.
nO ONE PANIC.
You guys need to stop Namjoon from further making a fool of himself so you made your own subtle ways of telling him to shut up.
“If one employee in that monstrous ICEA doesn’t do their job properly for like say, a small amount of time— Uh, are you guys okay? Why do half of you look constipated?”
You all tried your best to play it cool and warn him as Michael is just a few feet away but Namjoon’s IQ 148 of a brain might not be that useful after all.
“Anyways…” He completely brushes all of you off. “The store’s like, not gonna burn down if he— Honestly, why are you all looking at me like that? What are you guys--oh…..Ohhhhh……..”
Fina-FREAKING-ly, Namjoon takes a hint!
“Uh, I mean… I guess it’s uhm, quite noble and admiring for uh… For wanting to be such a model employee- err, BOSS! Yeah, uh I can’t blame him for being such an amazing- no, outstanding representative of ICEA and I dEFINITELY SHOULD take hints from him…”
This is painful to watch. All seven of you could just pretty much do that coffin dance meme right now with Namjoon inside of it.
Namjoon realises that his really awful way of trying to save himself isn’t believable enough and for the first time in his life…
H̑̈ȇ̈ q̑̈ȗ̈its̑̈
Namjoon sighs heavily. “He’s not buying any of this bull, huh?”
“Nope, not at all.” Michael finally says something and Namjoon faces him with his head bowed.
“You and you!” He points to you and Namjoon. “Back to ICEA! NOW!”
That concludes your first (and quite possibly the last) “skip work“ day.
Rip Namjoon’s rebellious phase. It was unfortunately short lived but it will still be missed by everyone, nonetheless.
Michael didn’t spare the two of you on your way back to ICEA.
He’s mad-MAD.
“I cannot believe you would let something like this happen! I thought you’re better than that!”
He pops off with a capital P on Namjoon which is confusing because uh, hello? You’re also here??
“And those things you said? DISGRACEFUL. Completely dishonourable! I should get you fired--”
“Sir, if I may?” You interrupt him.
You’re definitely going to lose your job after this. But it’s fine if it means clearing Namjoon’s name.
“I don’t think you should punish Namjoon. He did nothing wrong. I was the one behind all of this.”
Namjoon tries to intervene but you ignore him.
“He didn’t want to go AT ALL. He even warned me against it but… I didn’t listen. In fact, I never listen to him. I give him too much shi--PROBLEMS! Yeah, I keep ignoring all his professional help. All this time, he’s been trying hard to keep me on track. Like, I’ve never met anyone so responsible and patient in my entire life! So really, if there’s anyone you should punish, it’s me.”
The entire time, you kept looking at Namjoon, hoping that he gets the message that you’re apologising to him.
If it weren’t obvious, Namjoon is utterly moved by what you just said. He’s never heard anyone compliment him like that for so long! It’s everything he’s ever wanted to hear.
“Well…” Michael thinks for a moment.
He wants to go all ape on Namjoon because his perfect record really pisses him off… But his moral compass is preventing him from doing so.
“Even if you’re behind all of this, Namjoon still said some unacceptable comments and I can’t brush over that.”
He looks the two of you hard.
Yep, the two of you are screwed.
You’re gonna have to find another place to pay your dad. Ugh.
For some reason, Michael can’t really bring himself to rat you out to your boss.
(Spoiler alert: It’s actually because he knows he needs Namjoon more than he lets on and that you seem to be attracting a lot of rich ladies lately)
So he decides to let you go BUT NOT ENTIRELY!
“Fine, I won’t tell our boss about this.”
HUGE exhale!
“BUT! I expect you both to work harder and overtime for the next month.”
Aha wat.
Alright, alright! That’s better than getting fired… It’s fine! You’re sure you’ll manage! Right?
Little did you know, Michael will make your lives a living hell in the next few weeks.
Especially Namjoon.
Namjoon thinks he’s super uptight?? Oh, he’s seen nothing yet!
😈
He dismisses you both as you get to ICEA and you guys walk away from him as if nothing happened.
“Wait!” Namjoon scratches the back of his head when you look back to him. “Uh…”
Why does he look like he’s in physical pain? Should you be concerned??
“Are you okay?”
“YES, I’m fine! Uhm, I mean yeah, yeah I’m good.... I just- I really want to uh…” He clears his throat. WHY IS HE BEING SO AWKWARD?!
He raises the blue koala he won a while ago to you and you stare at it, confused.
“Take it.”
Ó.ò
What is this?
“I owe you an apology. I was too harsh on you. More than I need to be!” He chokes out, looking everywhere but you.
This was unexpected. A pleasant and unexpected turn of events. But you can’t let him bear all the shame here.
“You have every right to be. I understand where you’re coming from, trust me! I was a complete pain in your bum and I was potentially sabotaging your career too… So, really, I should be the one asking for your apology in the first place.”
Your soft tone and the equally soft look you have melts Namjoon’s heart even more.
Maaaaaan! He’s an idiot. How could anyone ever say mean things to you???
“No, it was totally unacceptable and I’m really, really sorry about everything I’ve said! I hope you accept my apology. Besides, I heard you’ve been hogging all the customers lately. You must be doing a pretty banging job then!”
You perk up at that and your face lights up, much to Namjoon’s pleasure.
“You've...heard?”
“Of course! What? You think I was completely ignoring you all this time?”
You sheepishly nod your head in which Namjoon chuckles to.
Wait a damn second… Holy smokes, were those- Does Namjoon HAVE DIMPLES???
He takes your hands and you feel your heart rate start to pick up.
He’s holding your hands what is this what is going on what is life his hands are big and warm oof
“Here, take this.” He gives you the koala then lets go of your hands immediately.
Sad reacs to that, bros
“Let this be a symbol that I will no longer be pushy towards you.”
“And that I will try my best to no longer be a royal pain to you!” You chime in.
He smiles at that.
GASP
He DOES HAVE DIMPLES
Dimples are your weakness.
Why have you only fully realised this fact about him??
Oh sweet baby Jesus, take the wheel.
“So are we good now?” He asks.
Are you guys good? ARE YOU GUYS GOOD??
You forgave him the second you caught sight of his immaculate dimples.
“Yeah, all good.”
*** In a vague British wildlife commentator accent ***
𝑨𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌! 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕.
𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐" 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌,
𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏,
𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆,
𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝑶𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊�� 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔.
𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝑨 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚?
𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏.
“Wow, you’re early today.”
Jimin looks up from his phone and smiles at you brightly as if him being here, this early, without a car is normal.
“Well, I thought, ‘why not do something different today?’ Namjoon hyung had his eye opening experience the other day so maybe we should have one too, don’t you think?”
You eye him warily at this sudden weirdness.
“Uh, yeah. Sure… Whatever you say.”
With that, he extends his arm out like a gentleman and expects for you to link yours with.
Huh.
What is this? Why does it feel like he’s planning on something?? Where is his car???
He senses your hesitation so he steps even closer to you and his smile turns softer.
“Y/n, do you trust me?” He simply asks, his piercing gaze burning you.
If any of his army of fangirls and fanboys see this, you will be burned at the stake instead.
Oh, what a way to start the day.
But is all this weirding you out? Absolutely.
Nonetheless, did you link arms with him without any further questions? Absolutely.
Come on. It’s Jimin. What’s he gonna do? Bring you somewhere dangerous??
Your blood will turn gold first before that happens.
You must admit, walking down the street whilst linking arms with Jimin is a pleasant feeling.
A very pleasant feeling.
So much so that questioning him why you guys are seemingly taking a morning stroll instead of going to work slips your mind.
But not enough for you to forget to take note of the fact that he really does seem familiar with your surroundings, bearing in mind that you guys drive through a different route to work.
Jimin distracts you from the present with his charming smiles and warm stories of his first day of work.
His dad was supposed to drive him but he ended up taking the bus instead, much to his displeasure.
He’s not used to taking public transportation, perhaps? He’s also rich and slightly spoiled, perhaps?
His explanation, though, falls short of your expectation.
Apparently, he is slightly claustrophobic.
Well, that does make sense but still! This investigation is beginning to get colder than the frozen french toast you had for breakfast this morning.
Yes, you bought frozen french toast because even that simple meal is something you don’t know how to make.
You eventually share your current troubles with your dad. Jimin’s well aware of your car-less situation but you’ve never fully ranted to him about it.
To say the least, you are fully immersed in your discussion. You are so in the zone as if you are talking about something you are extremely passionate about.
People would think you are going on about something big like climate change, with how serious you are.
You also didn’t question why the two of you stopped by this bizarre looking pergola for a few minutes before entering a bus.
You did not even bat an eye when his arm tightened around yours after he realised the crowd inside the bus.
His anxiety was starting to kick in, okay??
Little by little, the bus gets even more crowded.
What are we expecting here? It’s literally the morning rush hour.
It’s not that bad for any normal person. But for a claustrophobic Jimin and an inexperienced bus traveller Y/n, it’s ＢＡＤ.
Jimin focuses on you what you are talking about but his heartbeat still spikes with each passing bus stop.
It didn’t help that you guys were just standing.
Curse public transportations.
He should be in the comforts of his baby, Herbie, right now. Yes, he named his car. You got a problem with that? Cause you can take it up to Yoongi or Taehyung!
“This is for Y/n.” He repeats to himself countless times.
Even though it’s clear that this experience is not only for you but for him as well. You’re not the only one trying something new here as he is also getting over his own fears.
“How could he just throw his one and only daughter-- hEY watch the Valenciagas, would you?” You unintentionally raise your voice to this guy who accidentally stepped on your left foot.
The guy barely said anything and just gave you a scoff.
To be fair, you shouldn't really wear expensive shoes to work.
Why do you even consider wearing your best shoes when you could literally pass as a minion with the rest of your ICEA uniform.
You make a mental note to wear your "normie" sneakers the next time you take the bus.
What were you thinking wearing these today as you take the bus??
….
………….
The. Bus….
Wait a dang second…
THE WHAT?!
????
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"JIMIN!!" Your voice booms throughout the small confines of the crowded bus.
If this was a cartoon show, we'd be looking at a shaking bus right now.
Your fellow passengers all give you various looks of disapproval.
On the other hand, Jimin leaps a tiny bit at how startling your voice was.
Bless the poor lad. He is quite on edge right now and you aren't helping him at all.
"Don't give me puppy eyes. You distracted me! I can't believe it. To think that we were just talking about how awful public transportations are!"
He did not drop his puppy eyes.
"I'm sorry but we have no choice! I don't have Herbie with me today."
You groaned. "I bet you did that on purpose, didn't you? That's why you were going on about trying something new a while ago!"
"Well…"
Wow. Just wow.
You can't believe Jimin could do something so devious and sneaky. Maybe he's not so nice and innocent after all.
You try to take your arm away from his hold but he tightens it even more.
"Come on, Y/n! Don’t be mad at me. I’m really sorry but this’ll be a big help!”
IN WHAT WAY???
You want to stay mad at him so badly. But his face is just too cUTE!!
Gosh dammit JIMIN!
You can’t really do anything now since you guys are already inside the bus.
So you held on tighter to a frightened Jimin to comfort his slightly claustrophobic ass. (Which he welcomes oh so willingly, might I point out)
You need to stop being selfish since he’s clearly having a much harder time than you!
It’s not that bad! I mean, look. You’ve already passed by 6 stops. Apparently the mall is just 4 stops away.
You can do this it’s not that bad it’s really easy peasy lemon squeezy Jimin is really cuddly
Jimin is really cuddly.
When the bus finally arrives at The Centre, you and Jimin yeet yourselves out of the bus faster than anyone can. How’d you manage to elbow through all the people is beyond anyone.
In an instant, you see the six good looking men you’ve come accustomed to in the past few weeks, waiting by the same weird pergola you and Jimin stopped by a while ago (which you eventually find out is a bus stop)
The small “CONGRATULATIONS” banner did not go unnoticed especially since a totally unamused Yoongi is holding it.
Somehow, you find the colourful banner decorated in flowers and happy faces juxtaposed with his stern face very very cute.
Would you look at that?
You never thought that's a word you'd openly associate with Yoongi.
Better not let him know cause that's, without a doubt, going to be your death.
“Welcome, newly rebirthed people!!” Hoseok immediately walks up to the two of you and gives you a massive hug.
“Dude, don’t make this weird.” Seokjin slaps Hoseok away and in return, gives you a massive hug. “I’m so proud of you, children! I knew you two are capable of living amongst the normal people.”
Ohhhhh, they're in on this. Of course they'd be. There is NO way Jimin would've done all of this on his own.
The guys took turns in congratulating and giving you two hugs. It was quite a weird sight to behold this early outside the mall but hey, any achievement is important! So to everyone passing by, STOP BEING A KILLJOY AND LET OTHER PEOPLE ENJOY THEIR LIFE THE WAY THEY SEE FIT.
(Wow that got intense real quick and the narrator wishes to apologise.)
Behind all of them, Yoongi stands with the banner still in his hands.
You know what’s something else that he still also has?
His signature unamused and annoyed look.
Everyone looks at him, expecting him to give in to the ongoing mini celebration.
Wow, do his friends really not know him at all?
“What? You expect me to give hugs for something a grade schooler can do? Yeah, right! Get to work, people.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and walks away towards the mall entrance. (Still holding the banner.)
Even after a few weeks of knowing these people, you still can’t get used to him.
“He really doesn’t like me at all, huh?” You whisper quietly to Taehyung as you all follow along the grumpy man inside to get to your own respective jobs.
“Yoongi hyung? Nah. If he doesn’t like you, he wouldn’t even acknowledge your shadow.”
“I feel like that’s what he’s already doing though.”
You firmly believe that you’ve done something to this guy in your past life and somehow, he remembers it.
Tae chuckles. “He’s just not the most welcoming and affectionate type of person. Trust me, you don’t have to worry about him!”
That still doesn't make you feel reassured at all.
“I don’t know… Being cold is one thing, but this? He hasn’t even said anything remotely nice to me since knowing him!”
Taehyung stops in his tracks and holds both of your shoulders so you could look at him directly. “It was his idea to wait for you and Jimin at the bus stop.”
* insert surprised pikachu face *
“What?”
“Yep, that’s right. I’m telling you, Y/n, he does like you. He just has a weird way of showing it. He's like that to all of us." Oh, and don’t tell him you know it’s his idea. He’s gonna have a cow or something.”
Oh, okay then…
You’ve been wanting to get reassured that he doesn’t have some personal vendetta against you. But now that you have it, you just. Don’t. Know. How. To. React…???
You kinda thought you’d rejoice about knowing he doesn’t have it out to get you but now it just seems…. Normal.
Like not a big deal anymore.
Huh.
Maybe you have gotten used to his cold ways.
……...
So it was his idea to greet you and Jimin at the bus stop, huh?
If he’s totally cool with you, then does this mean you can tease him about it???
Oh, things are finally getting quite comfortable for you.
To conclude things:
You’re starting to think that maybe being an adult isn’t so awful of a thing to be.
You and Namjoon are finally off to a good friendship after a vERY rocky start.
Michael is actually the devil in disguise.
Jimin may or may not be rich, we’ll get back to that in the future.
Hoseok STILL doesn’t know what the 98% is of a 2% milk.
Jungkook is secretly the Hulk.
Seokjin is currently finding his next job.
Taehyung has grown a huge distaste for braids.
Him and Yoongi might have a future career in acting.
You apparently owe Yoongi a total of 1.10 dollars.
Oh, and he also isn’t totally disgusted by you after all :’)
All in all, you’re starting to actually like this rowdy group of guys.
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Prestige
Chapter one - Welcome to Weltingston Heights
Sanders side fanfiction
Idea by: @hestianerd1
Wordcount: 1094
Pairings: so far the main one is prinxiety :)
TW: cursing and some hostility, but let me know if I've missed any! :3
The summery of the whole story: Prestige. Such a simple construct. All you have to do is act the way you want people to perceive you, keep up the image, wear a big proud smile and never ever dare make a mistake. That’s why Weltingston Heights University is such a well known school. Everybody knows that anyone who got in must have some prestige tied to their name. Educational records, family history, or even literal fame. So why not treat students the same way? Because what’s a little more pressure on their young and strong bones?
But prestige and image are precious things. You slip up even the tiniest bit, step out of the line you drew for yourself and it’s all gone. So now that the pressure is on, and everyone already knows their place in this small circle of society, only one question remains. How far are they willing to go to keep the false image up?
(Or: Very over-dramatically with a noticeable amount of sarcastic undertone: "Oh my god! They were roommates!")
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Chapter one - Welcome to Weltingston heights
The halls were packed. So packed in fact, Virgil barely had space to move around. And that rarely was the case!
Usually, people just cleared a path for him - not wanting to catch a disease or something he presumed (rumors are so stupid). Mostly, people just feared him.
When you’re growly all the time, with a hoodie on, head low and headphones on, people tend to react that way. And the makeup and dark clothing probably didn’t help either.
Either way, they usually ran the moment they saw him.
But not today - no! This day out of all the days they could’ve chosen - they chose to not scatter. The filthy glory of move-in day.
Welcome to Waltingston Heights.
This day was already a nightmare. And yet another new room and roommate on top of it and Virgil was ready to throw himself over the ledge. He clutched his box to his chest and swallowed hard.
Just breath Virgil. You’re almost there. Count your steps. - he thought.
Room 223… 227… 234…
Room 236. Finally.
A quick (and very clumsy) fumble with the keys and Virgil was shutting the doors behind him. Hard and fast - falling against cold hard wood in the darkness.
Thank God for the hot weather outside - the staff had to close the curtains to protect the rooms at least a little from the boiling sun. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Two more trips to his car. He can do that. Obviously, he can.
…
But maybe he’ll unpack this box first. People might just thin out in that time.
And so, V took of his backpack, forced his legs to work and took a good look of the room.
Not too big, but bigger than what he had at home. One bathroom and a small kitchen of to the side. This pretty much supplied as a small apartment - just like the exact same looking once from previous years. It was suitable. Livable in.
Now, only if the roommate situation was the same.
It wasn’t the question of who, honestly, but rather why anyone at all? He did go to headmaster Berry with this, but that helped nothing. The man lacks empathy and that’s all he’ll ad.
Dropping the box on one of the beds (right side. Always the one under the window.) he started pulling out pieces of identical clothing and neatly folding them away into the drawers. Setting up a small table-lamp, an alarm clock. Dealing with the bed sheets.
Pushing the box aside, he fell onto his new bed. Home for the next two months max.
It didn’t matter who the roommate was, they always eventually requested him moved. Without fail. (Those days the old man decided to show some empathy - how convenient.) But they were in the right - he didn’t blame them. Didn’t like them as much, either.
He had to get up and go get those other boxes. He knew it. But he didn’t really want to leave the safety of the quiet room… And his idiotic ass also left his headphones in the car… Okay. Deep breath.
It was on his third trip back - the last one thankfully - when the students finally started thinning out. No more stupid elbowing through crowds, no more unwanted bumping or pushing. Not nearly enough space yet, but better.
Balancing the box in one hand, he reached out for the door handle. He was about to push the door open when it got yanked, pulling V with it.
Laud laughter and chatting filled the anxious boy’s ears. “Oh my, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”
“Obviously.” he grunted elbowing his way into the room. Plopping his box down, he turned to actually face the guy he had to spend the two weeks with (didn’t give it longer).
And god, out of all the people in this school, it had to be this guy. He hated this situation. Eyelids lowered, mouth a thin line, Virgil growled. “You.”
“The one and only. Roman Velez.” the other bowed with a grin. A young girl behind him giggled at the sight and said something in Spanish, which made the actor grin even wider. “And you, dark and broody, must be my new roommate.”
“Not for long hopefully.” V grunted, turning back to his boxes and starting unpacking again.
Was it really too much to ask for some quiet and piece this year?
“I didn’t catch your name, emo.”
“That’s ‘cus I didn’t say it, dumbass.”
“Such pristine vocabulary. I just asked to be polite, anyways. I know you’re Virgil Reat. Everybody knows that.”
Virgil was just about to quip back when a completely shocked high-pitched voiced beat him to it. “That is him?!” the girl squawked.
Roman immediately fixed her with a glare. “Shut up, Cas. Go help dad.”
His sister was the best thing in the world, but she just could not keep her mouth shut. “Oh my god! Ro! You-“
“Now.”
“Wait till dad hears about this!” and she was gone, evil giggle fading with distance. Leaving the two boys in the not-so-small room.
Roman looked back at the short bundle of unhappiness and wondered what went wrong in the board-members heads to assign them as roommates. But he couldn’t say that out loud, now could he. So, he went with the next best thing - when in doubt, wear a smile and act friendly. “You don’t have much decoration.”
Virgil just razed an eyebrow. Then gestured at Romans’s side of the room. The man had literal toys everywhere. Glittery letters, a plush unicorns and bunch of stuff from plays he assumed. Like that sword hanging on the wall over there. Were they even allowed to bring weapons (no matter if fake) to school? “There wouldn’t be no place to put it with all the shit you brought.”
“Well, I’ll let you know, these things are not ‘shit’. They hold emotional value. And at least I’m not afraid to express myself.”
“And that’s exactly why most people find you annoying.” and with that (and a very cruel, obviously fake, polite smile), the box was tossed to the ground and V’s big black noise-canceling headphones were finally on his head. Blasting whatever his crappy phone would offer at that exact moment.
Roman was left staring at the rude little leprechaun laying on his bed. Ignoring him!
“Hey!” he called out. But V only turned the volume up and closed his eyes.
Roman scoffed in disbelief. “Welcome back to Weltingston, I guess.”
This is going to be a fun year.
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Welcome to a new series! I hope you'll enjoy it <3
(Also, I wrote Roman Spanish because I just love the concept, but I don't really speak or know much, and I really don't want to come of as offensive! That's the last thing I want... So if anybody out there is kindhearted enough to help me correct anything that might seem off or with some correct translations into Spanish in later chapters, I'd really appreciate the help! (I don't trust google translate with something like this XD) I really don't mean to make anybody uncomfortable, and if this helps me prevent it, than I'd be very grateful! Thank you <3)
#prestige#roman sanders#virgil sanders#prinxiety#ts roman#creativity sanders#ts virgil#anxiety sanders#thomas sanders#sander's sides#what else should I tag?#very scary tiny V#very lovely tall Ro
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Fictober 2021 (3) - “I’ve waited for this”
Fanfiction
Fandom: Mass Effect (Actor AU)
Summary: Macen Virius was supposed to be breaking things off with his costar. Instead, he’s pretty sure he might have just caught feelings. Damn it, it was just supposed to be a sex thing...
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There was nothing like the end of a long day of filming to make Macen want to go to fucking sleep.
Every muscle in his body ached as he left the set to change out of his costume. Moments before, he had been in the blown out remains of a battlefield. Post would add the effects, but his hands still ached from holding his prop rifle and clicking the useless trigger button. Honestly, if he had been human, he would have expected an imprint there.
He was going to have to ask his costar about that later…
“Where is he anyway?” Macen’s mandibles twitched as he glanced around. Everyone was heading off, but there was no sign of Mass Effect’s leading man. Usually, he stuck around to talk to his costar – then again, he didn’t see the other ‘Commander Shepard’ either. They must have both taken off early…
He envied that about humans. They got out of costume and makeup way too quickly.
In the end, he too was back in his regular clothes. As he walked, he rubbed his right mandible, trying to get the feeling back. Part of playing Garrus meant that he needed fake implants to imply he’d had half his face blown off. With how numb that mandible got, it certainly felt that way. No doubt about it, he was looking forward to the final season where all he would need is scar tissue. At least he’d be able to move better in that.
A beeping drew his attention to his wrist as he left the set. His omnitool was letting him know he had a message from a certain fake redhead. As humans put it, curiosity killed the cat (don’t ask him, he didn’t even know what a cat was) so he opened it.
Alex Jones: Hey, rehearsal at my place tonight?
Alex Jones: I can get takeout from that levo-dextro place again. You liked their noodles.
He had liked their noodles. What he didn’t like was… well, this.
“You’re getting too attached, Virius. This is just supposed to be about sex.” He shook his head, half considering calling things off so he could have the night to himself. Problem was that his stomach had started to growl at the thought of those noodles. Besides, tomorrow’s shoot was supposed to involve a lot of emotional moments – he needed all the feedback he could get.
With any luck, he’d end the night in his own bed without fucking the human. After all… he was a turian of self-restraint and control. He could totally handle this.
…
Yeah, he was just going to keep telling himself that and hope for the best. Damn sexy human…
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An hour later, Macen found himself standing in front of his costar’s door, frowning as he stared at the metal. As hard as he tried to talk himself into ending things, doubt still gnawed at his stomach.
He should end things. It never ended well when he got too into somebody.
“He should understand… it’s just sex… he’s my costar, and it’s just sex.” Macen shook his head again, frowning as he started to key in the human’s door code. Alex had given it to him a month prior, mostly so if he was going to be late he could get in.
That probably wasn’t a good sign, but he had elected to ignore it.
The door clicked opened, and he stepped in. Much to his surprise, the sound of upbeat music met him in the hallway. Not only that, but someone was singing to it if his translator was anything to go by. The damn thing was working overtime as he sidled closer to the entrance to the living room, holding his breath as he peaked in.
Lucky for him, Alex’s back was to him. The human had cleared a space in his living room in order to have room for what he was doing then. However, Macen was having a problem processing what “that” was. Well, he knew it was dancing – a somewhat odd version of it – but it was just so… old fashioned.
Also, since when did Alex dance?
“Let’s chase the dreaming light, and I’ll truly be myself…”
Dancing wasn’t the only thing on the menu. Macen’s jaw dropped as he realized the soft, sweet voice he had heard in the hallway was coming from Alex himself as he worked through the song with flowing, easy moves. Something about it was so painstakingly familiar, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it as he stood mutely in the hallway, watching the scene in front of him.
He had to wonder… what did it look like from the front?
“There’s a scene I want to show you. You have to wait for it… so let’s make a promise!”
Alex moved into a different position, holding out his hand to an imaginary audience that Macen couldn’t see as he took a step up. Every one of his moves were precise, even though he was doing nothing more than dancing around his apartment in his socks. Clearly, he had been practicing…
But for what?
“There’s a gentle wind wrapping around me… isn’t it warm?”
Macen knew a bridge when he heard one, and he felt himself holding his breath as he watched. Alex was getting closer to his imaginary audience now, probably for whatever was going to come in the final chorus. Maybe it was because he was so focused on the man that he hadn’t noticed his heart had begun to beat faster, but it thudded all the same.
“They’re overflowing, these endless hearts…” The man suddenly turned on his heel, facing the entry way. “Please carry them to tomorrow!”
And then no more singing happened as the precursor to the final chorus played behind him. He was fixed on the turian standing in his living room, looking rather shocked as if he hadn’t given him the door code. Macen wasn’t doing much better, mind you – he still hadn’t managed to shut his damn mouth.
And people thought they were cool. If only the blogs could see them now.
At least Alex shut the music off as he regained sense. He reached for a towel to dry off his apparently sweaty face, cheeks a slight pink from exercise. Maybe it was the sweat that had made him shine in that moment. For all Macen knew, it had caught the overhead light when he spun around like that.
Meanwhile, his heart wasn’t slowing down. Still…
“Uh… I guess my text didn’t make it.” At least his mandibles were starting to work. “I didn’t miss the noodles yet, did I?”
The human put his towel down as he started towards his phone propped up on a stand. “They’ll be here in 15 last I checked.”
The music started playing on his phone as he frowned. “Damn, I knew I spun the wrong way…”
This caused Macen to cock his head to the side. “Were you recording yourself for social media or something?”
Doubtful; this kind of thing definitely wasn’t in the human’s wheelhouse. After all, he was supposed to be playing Commander Shepard. While the man had some oddities, he probably didn’t dance around like that.
…
Then again, who fucking knew. Dude was weird.
Alex was still checking his phone as he spoke. “No, just recording my practice to see where I need to improve for filming next week.”
Surprisingly, he was grinning as he looked up. “I’ve waiteda for this for a long time, so I want to get it right.”
Something about the way he smiled did awful things to Macen’s stomach. However, the statement set his mind whirring. While he wasn’t a complete Reaper War freak like some of his coworkers, he at least knew enough to be sure something like that hadn’t happened. After all, there’d be videos, right?
Definitely videos, no way Joker would’ve let that slip by.
“Ok, you’re going to have to fill me in on this one… since when did Shepard do a little dance?”
Alex chuckled – again, there went his stomach. “2185, to be exact. The Normandy ran into a rogue AI that accidentally found its way into Shepard’s music collection. They needed to distract it, so he wound up putting on a little show. He disabled the cameras beforehand, but he wrote about it in his journal, so we know it happened. And now I get to do it on TV and make all the people who think he was just a military guy hate me. I’m thrilled.”
Clearly – he was sparkling again, and this time it wasn’t from the sweat. Macen felt his heart beat harder again, and he tried to distract himself by looking towards the door. If those noodles could save his ass, he’d marry them.
Besides, he was supposed to be calling things off with the guy.
Alex was still looking through his phone as he spoke. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve done a dance routine for TV, I was worried I forgot how. I’m definitely a little rough, but it’s better than I thought it would be. Good thing the director let me know early so I could practice a bit more.”
Macen started to open his mouth to ask, but then the memory came to the surface. He knew where he had heard the voice before, and honestly he was surprised he had forgotten about it. Back then, he had secretly loved to watch it.
Secretly, of course, because Citadel Idol Heart was really more of a girl’s show. The popular teen drama about idols competing in a Citadel-wide talent competition in hopes of seeing their dreams come to life had run for a few years, and he had seen every episode. More importantly, he had once crushed on the main character, a blonde idol with blue eyes and the sweetest voice he had ever heard. Whenever she took the stage, he had been unable to look away.
Just like he couldn’t look away now…
“You… I forgot you were on CIH.”
It was now Alex’s turn to blink back surprise as he looked up from his phone. “You watched that?”
“Kind of…” His eyes darted. “Your voice hasn’t changed much. I mean it’s gotten older sounding but I’m glad to know it wasn’t autotune or anything…”
Things had officially gotten awkward. There he was, with the crush from his teenage years… and he was fucking the guy without even knowing it. Life was weird, and it was getting worse by the second. If only teenage him could see him now…
The man’s cheeks turned a light pink at the compliment. “Well, it’s not like I’ve gone on T or anything, so no big surprise there…”
He got up, probably to check for the noodles. “I take it you were part of the Melody fan club then. Unless you were an edge lord and went with Black Rose. Her fan club was the absolute worst and insisted we hated each other, but I was the best man at her damn wedding last year…”
The rest of his statement was drowned out by the opening of a door and the ruffling of a paper bag. At last, the noodles had arrived. Unfortunately, Macen realized he didn’t have much of an appetite. His stomach refused to calm, and his heart still pounded as he sat there, processing everything.
At least the application of a warm box to his mandibles helped.
“Macen, your noodles are going to get cold.”
He blinked and realized Alex was nudging him in the face with his food. That shot him back to reality as he took the box and proffered plastic fork that went with it. The human then settled in next to him – not across! – and started to dig into his own box.
Right… food. And they were supposed to be rehearsing. And he was definitely supposed to be breaking up with his costar.
“I had the pin.”
His comment left silence in his wake. Alex had stopped eating and was giving him a rather incredulous look. This caused Macen to duck his head in lieu of eating noodles. After all, it was hard to do so politely when you had a face like his. Really, he should have sworn them off… but they were just so damn good he couldn’t resist.
Damn humans and their noodles, they were out to get him.
“You had the fan club pin?”
Yep – there went his mandibles, flapping in the breeze. “I was a big fan, ok? What can I say, everyone loves an underdog story… and you maybe… looked good in that one outfit. The orange one…”
Melody in the orange outfit had been taped to his bedroom wall until he left for basic. Hell, it might still be there…
“God, you’re such a nerd.”
Alex was chuckling though as he put his fork down. It was a nice sound, though it did horrible things to Macen’s stomach once more. Thoughts of noodles evaporated as he sat there, taking in the sound of the human’s mirth. He really needed to laugh more often… maybe he should work on making that happen.
“Well… I can’t exactly let a fan down, now can I?”
He stood and crossed the room to the open space he had created. The music was soon queued up to where he had last stopped, and Alex took position once more. The smile on his face made Macen’s heart want to stop as he sat there, a noodle still hanging from his mandible.
“I can take off into the dreaming sky… because I’m not alone.” Alex winked as he moved, following the song. “Wherever it is, I feel like I can go across the distant sky…”
Then the music swelled as it led into the final chorus. Macen forgot how to breathe in that moment as he watched his costar dance and sing along to the ancient song. All he could think of was how much better he had gotten since the days of CIH…
And how much he wanted to kiss him.
“It’s not enough to put into words, so I’m putting it into a song I’m wishing will reach you.” Another smile as Alex twirled, then began his final pose as the song began to wind down. “Beating my heart~”
The last pose, with his head cocked to the side and hands clasped together, held as the music faded. Then there was silence in the living room as Macen struggled to remember how to function. Right then, there was nothing there but Alex and the table in front of him that kept him in place.
Shit.
“It probably needs some work, but I think I’ve got the basics considering it’s only been a couple hours.” Alex landed back on the couch, picking his food back up. “What do you think, Macen? Got anything you noticed?”
Yeah… his heart was still beating like crazy.
“Macen?”
The turian shook his head – probably launching the noodle in the process. At least it didn’t hit the man next to him, so he could thank his lucky stars for that. However, it was hard to think then as so many feelings and thoughts crashed together.
He was supposed to be calling it off… that was why he came over. This was just supposed to be a sex thing… but every bone in his carapace was telling him to grab the other man and kiss the daylights out of him. They hadn’t even ever kissed outside of sex or prepping for scenes…
What the hell was wrong with him?
“I uh… I don’t know the song, but maybe hold the last pose a bit longer. They might be able to make your eyes light up a bit more.”
Alex nodded at this. “I’ll make a note. Also, don’t you hate cold noodles? Last time you wouldn’t stop complaining when the delivery guy was late…”
Right then, Macen wasn’t sure what he hated or liked as he shoveled the food into his mouth. He just needed something, anything to keep him away from the thoughts currently blooming in his mind.
He knew this path – he hated it. It never ended well. And long ago he had told himself he was never going to walk down it again if he had any sense in his head. This was nothing more than a rehash on an old teenage crush… he could overpower it.
“We need our energy to practice.” He slurped down the last noodle, glad that none were sticking to his face this time. “Tomorrow’s going to be hell if we’re not ready.”
At least his costar nodded as he worked to finish his dinner. “Tell me about it, I have a damn imprint on my trigger finger from that damn gun…”
Well, at least on the bright side that question got answered. It did nothing to quell the bubbling feelings Macen was trying so desperately to beat down, but at least his curiosity was sated for the moment. Maybe that would get him through filming.
One thing was for sure… he was fucked. No way about it – he was just plain fucked. The universe was laughing at him, and he only had himself to blame. All he could do was hope he could hold back and wait for the feelings to pass.
If they didn’t… see the previous statement for clarification. Fuck… he was supposed to be a turian sharpshooter, not a lovesick puppy. He didn’t sign up for this.
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