#he hovers while the doctors are checking her because she doesn't like to be touched
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So I just watched the vow and obviously I can’t stop thinking about Thenamesh in that context so here is my prompt for you — Thena somehow loses her memories and with it goes the memory of her marriage to Gil, but he helps her slowly and patiently remember their love 🥺
"Hey."
Thena jumped, whirling around to look at the doorway. Once again, guilt rose up in her throat as Gil held up his hand and made that terribly sad expression he had on most of the time.
"S-Sorry, sorry, I, uh-" he gulped in the middle of his sentence, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He kept doing that, perhaps to make himself seem less...broad. "I promised I would stop doing that, too."
No, it was unfair to him to make him knock on every door within his own home. She was the one who was jumpy and easily startled. The doctors said they didn't know how quickly it would or wouldn't fade. There wasn't much her doctors could promise her--them.
She had been in the hospital after the 'episode' for some time, anyway. As they explained it, it was a bleed in her brain, a stroke in not so many words. She had forgotten years of her life in a flash, lashed out in fear and confusion, even hurt Gil in the process.
He still had the scar on his arm from her attacking him. And yet he'd been the perfect husband through all of this, utterly and completely. If only she could remember him.
She thought maybe she would at least remember meeting him, knowing him in some way. But no, it was a stranger sitting beside her bed, cradling her hand between his, crying for her to be okay again. And she had done nothing but hurt him since.
Gil said that wasn't true.
He had been nothing but supportive from the moment she awoke. The doctors told them that her memories were fragile, and might never return in their entirety. He was a stranger to his own wife. Surely anyone would need to go through their own grieving process for their life in that way.
But Gil had looked at her far kinder than any stranger. He had given her the space she needed, understood that she didn't like people at the best of times, let alone when she was vulnerable. He did things like bring her changes of clothes, food that wasn't abhorrent, sit in her room with her while she tried to relax enough to sleep.
She did feel safe with him.
Safe enough to finally leave the hospital. They had done the physical therapy, the rehabilitative therapy, just about everything else. There was no more reason to keep her there, with exception to the gap in her memories.
"I left you some stuff I thought you might," he paused, gesturing from afar to the dresser by the guest bed, "like. I-I know you don't remember it, I just...I dunno."
"No, it-" she also choked on her words, nervous about what to say to him, "it's sweet, Gil. Thank you."
He smiled, just a little; he did every time she called him Gil.
She clutched at the shirt she was unpacking. He had brought her pajamas to sleep in while she was in the hospital, but they hadn't seemed right. And she had eventually deduced that they were indeed purchased brand new. What she had decided to sleep in more comfortably was an old shirt of his that had been shoved into a bag brought to her. "Come in."
He did so, shuffling into the guest room in their shared home awkwardly.
Her brows furrowed, even though it made her head throb. "You shouldn't have to be invited into a room in your own home."
He looked at her, his brown eyes so rich and soulful. But he smiled, "our home. And you need a space that's yours. Time to get used to...things."
Get used to him, he meant. And she hated that he was completely correct. She felt safe around him, but she didn't know this man (this sweet, kind, beautiful man).
"You decorated this room, anyway," he chuckled, looking around at the cream coloured walls and generic frames hung around the space. He clung to the walls, giving her a wide berth. "I wanted to turn it into an office or a place for a pool table or something."
Thena looked at the bed and then at him. "Wouldn't fit much else with that in here."
His smile lightened faintly. "You said that then, too."
She smiled as well, setting down her trusty shirt.
"And you were right, as always," he added, chuckling again. He arrived at the dresser, poking at some of the little things he had apparently brought and left out for her. "Kari crashes here sometimes."
Thena's eyes sparked at the mention of her. Gil looked both elated and wounded; they both wished she could have that level of recognition for anything that had to do with him.
Silence fell over them, and Gil looked down at his feet again. He was going to leave her to settle in, but she stepped closer to him, eager for more time with his company. She looked down at the dresser. "I remember this."
He smiled, picking up the little wooden cheetah and handing it to her with heartbreaking delicacy. "You love this thing."
"From when Kari went to Kenya for three whole months," Thena tilted her head at the little carving. She truly did value it. For all her insistence that Makkari was the trinket lover, not herself, apparently this little cat had called to her so clearly that she just had to bring it back to Thena.
Gil reached for something else, "what about this?"
She looked at the lovely little shell, but she didn't remember it. She stared and stared at it though, hoping she would. She just didn't want to admit to Gil that it didn't strike a single chord within her.
"It's okay," he whispered, forgiving her for something neither of them could control.
"Tell me about it?" she practically begged before he could take it back from her. Her palm tightened around the tiny little shell. It was so small and precious, she already felt protective over it.
He was obviously surprised, but she held his eyes. His face really betrayed everything he was feeling. She watched his expression melt as he whispered, "okay."
"Well," he started, moving them to both sit on the end of the bed. "You and I met...on the beach."
"The beach?" she balked before telling herself not to interrupt his very important story.
"I know," he chuckled, though. "You hate the beach."
He did know everything about her.
"But you were there painting, or collecting seashells, or looking for clay or something," he shrugged, the memory faded but precious for him. "I saw you at the end of the beach, kind of away from everyone. You obviously weren't looking for company but...I just wanted to exchange even one word with you."
"I jogged over, asked you if I could help you find something. You didn't talk to me at first, but I asked, and asked, and eventually you told me you were looking for a shell. And I mean it was probably just to shut me up," he added, making them both laugh. "But I said I'd help you look. Boy, the look you gave me--I'd still be dead and buried under that sand."
She offered a sheepish smile, but that was as much a lovingly remembered detail as the rest, for him.
"I found this," he tapped the shell in her hand. "I handed it to you and said, 'hey, you match!'. You gave me that look again, but I could tell you thought I was kinda cute."
She pursed her lips at that, but she had to admit that this man called her husband was undeniably charming. She could see herself very reluctantly admitting that he might not have been so bad.
"I saw you again a few times," he recounted, a different, dreamier, distant smile on his face. "Eventually you were out there with an easel, and I got to see you painting. You let me see it in progress and everything."
Perhaps she was already quite infatuated with him then, because she would rather fight to the death than allow something in progress to be viewed while she was working on it.
"I looked at your easel," he grinned at her, "and you had this shell sitting on the corner, like a good luck charm or something."
Thena felt herself blush faintly. It was a different her in the story, but she felt for that Thena's embarrassing secret being discovered.
"I asked you if you wanted to join me for dinner," Gil whispered, closing her hand around the little shell for safe keeping. "You said you didn't want to dine with me while I was all sweaty and in my jogging stuff."
Thena laughed. That certainly sounded like her (uncharming, unfunny her).
"I said okay, meet me here at sunset," he made a challenging face at her, and she could imagine how handsome it might seem in the right light. "You did and, well...history, right?"
History she wanted to remember.
Thena looked at Gil, sitting close to her, so warm and so solid. He was comfortable, she knew that much. She was no expert on physical closeness, but the times she had been in Gil's proximity via sharing an umbrella or letting him help her out of bed were nice. He had a gentle, calming presence.
He swallowed, his eyes flicking all over her face. She didn't even realise she had been leaning in until he moved his head quickly, stretching up so he could press his lips to her forehead. "You should rest, sweetheart. It's been a big day."
She felt both relieved and disappointed. The shell was still in her hand as he stood slowly, leaving her seated on the end of the bed.
He paused at the doorway again, lit softly by the lamp beside the bed. "You're welcome to anything, 'course--I mean everything, absolutely. But if you - I dunno - need help finding something or whatever...just wake me, okay?"
She already felt lonely at the thought of being in this room all by herself. And that was after weeks of being in the hospital, desperately wishing to be left alone. She nodded.
"'Kay," he smiled again, but it was back to being sad. He patted the wall, "night, Thena. I'll leave breakfast for you before I go to work."
He left gently, closing the door behind him, nothing if not a gentleman. To his own wife, in his own home. Thena flopped backwards on the bed, still holding onto her beloved little shell. She had been so desperate to have some time to herself in the hospital--really think about who she was and what her life was like.
But there was something undeniably lonely about the times when she was without him. Every time he came home for clothes or to shower or had to go to work, she had to admit, she was terribly bored without him.
Would it be terribly inappropriate to ask to sneak into bed with her own husband?
#Thenamesh AU#thank you for the ask!!!#I've changed a few little details I hope you don't mind#but I really like how this came out!#a little bit angsty#but listen#Gil is not the average romcom man okay?#yes he wants his wife back and for her to remember their life#but he hears that Thena doesn't know him#and it hurts him deeply#but he KNOWS his wife#if she doesn't know him she doesn't trust him#she's scared and alone in a hospital with a stranger all the time#so he puts a little distance between them#he brings her things from home#pulls the curtain around her bed and says he'll stand guard while she changes#he hovers while the doctors are checking her because she doesn't like to be touched#she's still Thena#his Thena#meanwhile Thena is like I do no know this man]#but he seems...nice#he's charming and sweet and he's so kind and g e n t l e#he got the guest room all set up for her#ever since she picked his shirt to sleep in he's started spraying his shirts with his cologne for her so they'll smell like him#he swaps out their pillows so she can smell his aftershave and he can smell her shampoo#pining but when you're already married#also Thena asks him if he'll take off his wedding ring secretly hoping he won't#he's visibly appalled by the question#that night Thena greets him after he comes home from work with a terribly awkward hug#she cringes at herself but he's practically crying from happiness
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Stars To My Moon|CHAPTER-4|
Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!
Pairing:ot7×f!OC
Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.
"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.
when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life, or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?
Word count: 8.5k
I feel a weight on my hand as I try to move it. I try to open my eyes, blinking away the haziness, trying to recall where I am. As the vision becomes clear, I see my mother hovering above me, looking down with worried eyes.
"What happened?" I ask her, not knowing the reason behind her worry.
"You fainted, baby. We're at the hospital. I nearly got a heart attack. Don't ever scare me like that again." She tells me as I start to remember our walk to the Han River, Eric, and my headache.
"The doctor said he has something to ask you. I'll call him," She says and disappears behind the door.
I stare into space, mind blank. All I could feel was this motherfucking headache that won't leave me the fuck alone. Why wasn't it going down? I sigh.
The door opens once again, catching my attention. My mother comes with a doctor and a nurse inside.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Choi. I have some questions to ask you." The doctor speaks; he was tall and seemed young; he was probably around thirty. He motions to the nurse to check what probably were my vitals.
"How long have you been experiencing the headache and fever?"
I glance at my mother first before answering, "um, since Friday. It's just been what five days? A cold takes around a week to be gone. But the headache and fever aren't subsiding but increasing gradually."
I hear my mother take a sharp breath, hearing my answer. I know I shouldn't have lied to her, but I honestly believed it would get better eventually.
"Do you also feel fatigued and sore?" The doctor asks, writing down something on his board.
"Yes," I say, nodding my head.
"Is there any particular area that feels sore, Miss Garcia?" I nod in response.
"Yes, the area around my shoulder blades has been feeling sore for about a week now."
"Alright, let me take a look." he moves behind me, and I move my clothes.
He checks it and comes back around to the foot of the bed again.
"So? what is it, doctor?" my mother asks.
"Miss Garcia, I suspect you have made contact with your soulmate already, have you?" he asks, making my eyes go wide; I shake my head,
"No, doctor. I would have known if I did, right?"
"I believe you have. It's not necessary that the feeling is noticeable to everyone. It could have been subtle for you that you never thought of it as anything."
"As you have made contact with your soulmate and didn't notice, you have started to experience soul-sickness; you have all the symptoms of it."
Just as I was digesting his previous words about accidentally having touched my soulmate, He dropped another bomb on me.
Soul sickness is a part of the soulmate phenomenon. It is believed that it was there so the soulmates won't try to go against the universe. After contacting your soulmate, you have fifteen days to settle with the news and accept them. After fifteen days, the universe forces you to make a connection with your soulmate again by making you both sick. The sickness can only be cured by the presence and touch of one's soulmate. Not only that but, till you seal the bond with a kiss, the soulmates are needed to stay together to avoid falling sick again. Once the bond is sealed, there is no more sickness because of the distance. And if one's soulmate rejects them, the soul will slowly start to deteriorate, resulting in the death of the rejected soulmate and immense pain to the one renouncing them.
In my case, if I have soul sickness, that must mean I encountered my soulmate when I got here or, It could be someone on the plane, but I don't think I had much contact with anyone directly on the flight. The only direct contact I had that day was with the security and staff of the airport and that guy that bumped into me.
Now that I think about it thoroughly, I did feel a zap of electricity running through me when he touched my forehead. My eyes widen as I rub the said area.
That guy is my supposed soulmate. A soulmate I didn't want anything to do with, not right now, not when my heart is hurting so much. I look up at my mother as I know what I'm about to say will make her upset and maybe even angry.
"Is there a way to cure the sickness without the soulmate?" I watch as my mother takes a deep breath at my question.
The doctor shakes his head. " I'm afraid not. Only the presence and touch of your soulmate may heal you, but till you find your soulmate or they find you, the hospital will take care of you and try to keep the situation under control."
"Alright, thank you, doctor." My mother speaks before I have time to ask him anything further.
The doctor and nurse leave the room as the door closes behind them. My mother comes near me again, giving me a flick on the back of my head.
"Selene Garcia, you will not reject your soulmate. You know very well what happens when someone is rejected by their soulmate! Not only them, but you will also be suffering. Whereas theirs will end, and you'll have to live forever with yours."
I hang my head; I know the loss of her soulmate still troubles her to this day.
"Give them a chance, Sel. Maybe they'll be better than eric?" her words make my head snap up,
" No one can be as good as Eric mama, and I'm not willing to give anyone eric's place. it's still too early." I say, looking into her eyes, which fill with sympathy as my words reach her ears.
"I know dear, I know, but that place was never eric's, to begin with, it was always your soulmates," she says, making my heart tear a little more.
Grabbing my blanket, I lay back down under the cover, my back facing her. Every time I got angry or upset with my mother, I would show her my back, but I'm not just upset now; I'm hurt, hurt that my own mother will discard my feelings for eric this quick.
Sleep doesn't come to me till late in the silent room; I lay there crying my tears away. I knew she was up and listening, but I didn't care. She should know how hard her words tore through my heart.
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It's been two days since I fainted. Today is Thursday, and I'm still at the hospital. My mother tried asking me questions about my "soulmate" so she could find him, but I didn't have anything that would point to his identity. He was wearing a mask, and it wasn't really a moment to ask each other for names.
The headache and fever have been getting worse; even though the doctor is doing everything in his control to keep it low, it's not exactly in his hands. It has come to the point where I sleep my fever away most of the day. I'm only awake for four hours a day, in installments.
Right now is the third one of those four hours. I just ate and took my medicine, my mother who; has been by my side 24/7 except for going back to the apartment to get fresh; is right now in the washroom.
The door opens, snagging my attention; I look towards it. My doctor Mr. Choi with two other people steps into the room. Both the other men look to be in their late thirties. I look toward Mr. Choi with a confused expression.
"Miss Garcia, How are you feeling?" he asks, disregarding my confused expressions.
"Worse!" I answer simply in all truth cause what's the point?
"Well, I have something that might help you feel better," hearing his words, my eyebrows rise. "You see, these gentlemen called asking if we have a soul-sickened patient here named Selene. Of course, we couldn't disclose the information right away, so we asked them to describe you, and they did; pretty accurately on top of that. Then we asked them the reason for asking, to which in return they said that they work for your soulmate and he has been trying to find you for the past two and a half weeks. All the details matched, so we asked them to come."
At this point, I completely tuned out of the conversation Mr. Choi was trying to have with me. Contrary to his belief, his words did little to make me feel better but made my headache even worse. I didn't want to meet my soulmate , not like this. Once again the fate had cursed me. Why did I have to come here out of all the countries in the world? The country: where my soulmate lives.
I hang my head low as tears start to gather in my eyes. But a voice made me look up. It wasn't as much as the voice but the words being spoken.
"Thank you so much for the offer; of course, she will go with you." I look into my mother's eyes which were pleading me not to refuse.
"Go where?" I ask despite her silent pleas.
"To your soulmate, of course. You both are sick, and only proximity and touch can get you both back to health. So, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a week at your soulmate's dorm."
His words raise so many questions in my head but being a feminist, the first one to spill out of my mouth was,
"well, why can't he stay at my place if he needs me around?" I ask, crossing my hands.
The slightly taller man chuckles as he says, "I suppose you don't know who he is?"
I shake my head as I answer, " who he is doesn't matter."
"It does, Miss Garcia." he contradicts " his state right now is bad, worse than you might I add. and he is the member of the biggest boyband in the world. If he moves into a girl's apartment: headlines will be made, and he wants to keep his private life private."
"Well, wouldn't headlines be made if a girl spends a week in his dorm with his members?"
"No, we will sneak you in from the back door, and the dorm is highly secured."
I sigh, " why can't he just get admitted to the hospital here?"
"This situation is something that can be handled at home, and he doesn't want his fans to worry if they catch news of him being hospitalized."
"Who even is this guy?" I scoff, throwing my hands out.
"The eldest member of BTS, Jin," he says.
Did..Did he just say BTS?
"What!!?!" My mouth hangs open.
He chuckles, seeing my reaction, "are you a fan?" he asks.
composing myself, I reply with a curt no. "I've just heard of them."
"Okay. Well, if everything is clear, I would like to suggest you pack; my partner here will stay here for your assistance and will bring you to the dorm when you're done." saying that he bows down and takes his leave.
As soon as he disappears behind the door, I turn to my mother, "I won't go!" I say in my mother tongue, hoping the other person in the room can't understand me.
"Yes!, you will," she says, marching towards me.
Standing in front of me, she says, " Sel, baby. I know it's too early for you but, we both know the consequences your decision will lead to."
"Let it be, Mama. I won't budge." I say sternly.
"But I'm not ready to lose you too, Sel. You're all I've left. Please, if not for yourself, do it for me. Get healthy. It's just for a week; then we'll see what to do after that." My mother pleads, tears threatening to come out of her eyes.
"Okay. Okay." I say; softly as I hug her waist. I could never think of my mother being left alone. I'll do it for her if I have to. And she's right; it's only for a week.
She steps back, brushing my hair away from my face and wiping my eyes; she says, "Well, then I'll go pack a bag for you." She kisses my forehead and moves towards the door.
Before completely vanishing behind the door, she says, "I love you, Mi Hija. Thank you." not giving me a chance to reciprocate her words; she steps forward and closes the door behind her.
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"Hyung, I know you're worried about her, I'm too, but Sejin Hyung said they're doing everything to find her. We need to focus on you right now," Jimin says, changing the wet cloth on Jin's forehead.
He knows his Jinnie Hyung is more worried about their soul mate, despite being bedridden himself. He has always been like this, loving and caring for others. His Jinnie-Hyung wears his heart out on his sleeve. All he has been asking since Monday was the well-being of Selene.
When they woke up on Monday, their Hyung-nim was not up and about making breakfast for his Dongsaengs; they thought he was sleeping in that day; he was pretty upset when he went to bed, but when Hoseok went to call him for lunch, there he was, still in bed with a high fever, shivering. Everyone was worried; they called their manager to bring a doctor in. When the doctor explained that Jin was down with soul-sickness, at that time, every hand was on deck; all bets were off to find Selene. Finding her was the biggest priority right now.
"I don't want her to go through this Jimin-ah. She's our soulmate; we need to protect her." His Hyung-nim replies.
"And we will, once we find her. We cannot do anything right now. Let's just pray we'll find her soon." Jimin retorts. It's not like Jimin doesn't care about his soulmate; it's just he knows he can't do anything about it until they've found her, but at least he can take care of his Hyung, and that's exactly, what he's doing.
"Can you tell me about your encounter with her in brief, Hyung?" He says, wanting to distract his Hyung.
And so Jin does.
Jimin notices how talking about her makes his Hyung's eyes shine brightly. He knows there are many cases in the world where a woman was the soulmate of several men. But he didn't know how they both could handle this situation. He always imagined his life with his soulmate, but it never included anyone else other than those two. He wasn't close-minded, but how would he keep his jealousy at bay seeing his soulmate in his Hyung's arms, and how would Jin? His members were important to him. He wouldn't want his relationship with his Hyung to crumble beneath the pressure of having the same soulmate.
He shakes his head to get out of his thought; it wasn't the time to think all that. He changes the cloth on his forehead again and says,
"Stay in bed, Hyung. I'll see if the lunch is ready. Don't try to be a hero." Sternly getting his point across, Jimin gets up from the bed, leaving the cloth on his forehead as it is.
He goes towards the kitchen where Yoongi and the Maknae were making lunch and soup for Jin. Everyone was doing their part in caring for their Hyung. Tae went to the company with Hoseok to take care of some stuff. And Namjoon has been on calls all day trying to get some work done, whatever the reason they couldn't fall too much behind their schedule.
"Jungkookie, is the soup ready?" Jimin asks the Maknae, Who was hell-bent on making the soup for his Hyung, even though Yoongi said he'll take care of it.
"It'll be ready in a minute, Hyung. You should take some rest; I'll feed it to Jinnie-Hyung." Everybody knows how close those two were; Jin practically raised him.
"Okay, just call me if you need any help," Jimin says as he goes to sit beside Namjoon, who was reading a book, no doubt trying to calm himself down from all this stress.
"Jimin-ah! Call Taehyung-ah and ask him if they'll be coming home for lunch?" Yoongi says, and Jimin does as he's told.
"Taehyungie, will you and Hoseokie-Hyung be coming home for lunch? Yoongi-Hyung is making Japchae."
"I don't think so, but we'll be there before dinner, Jimin-ah." Taehyung answers before asking, "How's Hyung now?"
"As he was before, you know there will be no improvement till we find her," Jimin sighs.
"And how are you, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks in his soft voice. He knows it must be stressing Jimin out as well.
"We'll talk about it when Jinnie-Hyung is all good; Take care. Fighting!" brushing the subject, Jimin cuts the call.
"They won't be here for lunch, Hyung," Jimin informs Suga, who acknowledges the information with a nod.
"After feeding Hyung, eat lunch yourself, Jungkook-ah. I'll sit with Hyung," Yoongi tells the Maknae. Jungkook opens his mouth to retaliate, but one look from Hyung has him think otherwise.
"You need to take care of yourself too." saying this Yoongi goes back to his cooking, and Jungkook goes to Jin Hyung with the soup.
A sudden ring startles Jimin from the conversation between the two members.
He sees Namjoon pick up the call. Whatever is said on the other line has his eyes wide before his face breaks into a smile: a sign of good news.
"Thank you, Hyung-nim. Yes, it's perfectly fine. We understand." Saying this, Namjoon cuts the call and turns to a fidgeting Jimin.
Before he could say anything, Jimin asks, "who was it, Hyung?"
"Sejin Hyung. He found her. She was in the hospital not far from here." The conversation attracts Suga from the kitchen, who is now standing near the couch.
Hearing the news, Jimin jumps out of his seat and onto Namjoon. At last, they found her. A swamp of thoughts was running in his mind: setting them aside: he asks the question that was bugging him.
"So, what now? How's this gonna go?" Jimin gets off Namjoon. Suga comes behind him to give him a pat of comfort on his back.
"He said since he couldn't manage an apartment in this complex, she'll be staying with us for a week. Till Jinnie-Hyung and her are back to health, I hope it's not a problem: I said yes on your guys' behalf. I know I should have asked, but it's Jin-Hyung." Namjoon says, pointing his last words towards Yoongi.
"It's alright. We wouldn't have refused." Yoongi says, assuring Namjoon.
"When is she coming?" Jimin asks; he doesn't know how he feels yet. Nervous: to meet his soulmate for the first time or excited. It's probably a mix of both. Jin Hyung has seen her, but he hadn't had that luck. He looks down at his mark; It was his new favorite thing to admire nowadays.
"By dinner. Hyung called me when he was still on his way to the hospital. Hopefully, there won't be any complications." Namjoon says, leaving Jimin confused, though he brushes it off as nothing. Thinking about his soulmate and the fact that he'll finally be able to return the shiny necklace he has been safekeeping for her.
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As soon as the car stopped, Taehyung was running out of the car and towards the apartment. He couldn't wait to hug Jimin. He finally could be with his soulmate, and Taehyung couldn't be any happier for him. He hadn't lost his hope of finding his own soulmate: and seeing his members find theirs only gave fuel to his hope.
Punching in the password, Taehyung steps into the apartment, calling out for Jimin. As soon as the latter was in his sight, he jumped onto him. Both of them giggled with happiness.
When Taehyung got the news that they'd found Selene, it took everything in him; to not go home to his Jiminie.
They let go as Hobi comes into view, coming to give a hug to Jimin as well, jumping around.
Yoongi comes into the living room, telling the members to keep it down.
"Shushhhh! Jin-Hyung is sleeping."
"He must have been ecstatic to hear the news," Taehyung says excitedly. He knows both his members haven't really had the chance to talk about the situation since things escalated quickly, but he has faith that everything will be okay.
"He was; he can't wait to meet her again," Yoongi replies with his gummy smile.
"where's kookie and Namjoonie-Hyung?" Hoseok asks, making Taehyung realize the absence of the two members.
"Oh, kookie is with Jin-Hyung, and Namjoon-Hyung is in his room, probably working," It's Jimin that replies this time. "I was with kookie too before I heard Taehyungie."
"Well, I was just preparing dinner. Freshen up, you both. Selene should be on the way." Yoongi tells the members and goes along his way to the kitchen.
Hobi and Taehyung also go to freshen up, and Jimin sticks along to his friend.
Yoongi finishes preparing porridge for two, as the members all come out of their rooms, except Jin.
Everyone gathers in the living room, chatting while waiting for Selene's arrival. Since there wasn't any room empty: Yoongi offers his room for Selene, arguing he'll be in the studio, mostly anyway. As Jimin proceeds to protest, the sound of the doorbell interrupts him. Freezing him in his place, his nerves spiking up. Taehyung notices this and covers his hand with his own, giving him an assuring look, trying to calm him down.
He knows; how his friend could be. Jimin has battled with insecurities all his life, and even though he has become more confident in himself, he still sometimes gets sucked in by his insecurities. And it's the matter of his soulmate, of course, he'll be nervous as to if she'll like him.
Hobi goes to open the door, the others peeking out. They didn't want her to feel crowded as soon as she came.
Taehyung watches as Hoseok comes back into the living room, leading Manager Sejin and a girl; who must be their soulmate. With soft brown hair leading down to her back and amber eyes, the 5'5 girl with her slightly tanned skin looked nothing less than a celebrity herself, but as he looked closer, he could see the bags under her eyes and her tired state.
"Guys, this is Miss Selene Garcia." Sejin introduces her to the group. Taehyung moves his eyes from Selene to his friend to see his reaction who was watching Selene as if she had just stepped out of a dream. He smiles softly; finally, his Jimine has found his missing piece. He remembers; all the times they used to talk about their soulmates and what they thought they would be like.
"And Miss Garcia, this is BTS," catching the cue, all the boys started to introduce themselves.
"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon"
"Hello! I'm Jung Hoseok!"
"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi."
"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook."
"Hello, My name is Kim Taehyung."
They look over at Jimin, expecting him to introduce himself but instead see him frozen in his place. Taehyung elbows him in the stomach, breaking the daze Jimin was in.
"Oh, um. Hi, I'm Jimin." he lastly says with a: small wave. Making the others chuckle.
"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." Sejin says before looking over at Namjoon, "Namjoon, can I talk to you for a second?"
They both disappear from the room as silence settles over it.
Taehyung gets up, "You must be tired, please, sit down."
But seeing confusion settling on her face, he realizes she doesn't speak their language; he asks again, "um, Please, Sit down."
She nods and sits down at the place, Taehyung vacated for her, leaving enough distance between her and Jimin.
She speaks, "where is um, Jin?"
"Oh, Jinnie-Hyung is sleeping. sleep, sleep." Hobi answers her enacting the sleep action.
Namjoon comes into the room, "Guys, She doesn't know she has two soulmates." he says, eyeing the said member worryingly.
"Well, we should tell her then," Taehyung says. He couldn't see his friend feel down.
Namjoon agrees. "Selene, um, what do you know about your soulmate?"
Taehyung watches as Selene makes a weird face at his question before opening her mouth, "Why?" she asks.
"Well, we just thought we'll fill you in if there's something you're missing," Namjoon says, rubbing his neck.
"Nothing, except his name and that he's famous." She answers in a bored tone, making the members frown.
"Um, did you know when you connected with him?"
"It was at the airport, I believe." Selene's monotonous tone was getting to the members, but they brushed it off: thinking it was because of the sickness.
"yes, and um, you also connected to someone at the market in Busan."
"What?" Selene says quietly, now a frown taking place instead of the bored expressions on her face.
"yes, you have not one but two soulmates," Namjoon informs her, eyes on her face trying to interpret her reaction. He saw confusion, grief, and finally, anger settles across her face. Namjoon was no stranger to her story, so he knew what those expressions meant. However, the other members were in the dark.
"How would you know that?" she asks in a cold voice.
"Because your other soulmate belongs to this group as well," Namjoon replies.
"Who?" Namjoon looks over at Jimin, motioning him to take over.
"Ahem! Me," Jimin says meekly, raising his hand a little.
Selene turns to him, asking to see his mark, Which Jimin gladly does.
Taehyung notices as her expression turn to sorrow and then blank instead of surprised or happiness. She turns toward the group saying,
"Can I see Jin; I need to go rest, but before I do that: I should probably feed the bond by touch a little, so we both can be better soon."
Namjoon nods, telling kookie to take Selene to Jin.
As they both leave the room, Taehyung says with a puff,
"She wasn't the least bit happy to find her soulmates,"
"Give her time, Taehyung-ah; She just found out she has not one but two soulmates. She'll adjust." Jimin tells his friend. He knows Taehyung is worried for him.
Meanwhile, Yoongi's attention was taken by Namjoon. He has been watching the younger, struggling with his thoughts for a while now. He knows there is something he was hiding, but he lets it go. Namjoon will tell it himself when he's ready.
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Every cell in my brain: is telling me to leave this place, but I know I can't, not unless I and Jin are all better.
The part about having two soulmates hasn't even been processed in my brain, and I know, the way I just acted in the living room when he informed me about being my soulmate was wrong. I shouldn't have been this cold towards him, but I couldn't handle it.
How could I have two soulmates and neither of them being the one I want? The anger I felt when I saw his mark nearly had me up from my chair and out the door. I know it isn't his fault that he's my soulmate, it's the universe I am mad at, but I can't open my heart to them when the place is already occupied.
As soon as I step into Jin's room with, I forgot what his name was: holding the door open for me, my eyes settle on a sleeping form. I thank the gods that he's sleeping. It'll be a hundred times easier for me if he's asleep during this. With a relieved sigh, I walk toward him and sit on his bed. Close but not close enough to be touching him in any way.
My dream of doing this quietly: shatters because as soon as my hand touches his, his eyes are open, watching me like a hawk: there were no traces of the sleep he was just in. We look into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to move my eyes away, but it's like I suddenly have lost control of my body.
He looks into my eyes as if searching for water in a scorching desert, drinking me in, looking into the depth of my soul. I feel his hand that I was touching: turn and intertwine with mine. No words are spoken; it's as if our eyes are talking in their own language.
I can see the bags under his eyes, which no doubt match mine. My other hand, without order or hesitation, touches his forehead to check his temperature. As I said, I have lost all control over my body. It's as if the past, the future, the world nothing matters right now. Nothing except us both: that is until a voice breaks us from our trance, reminding me that there indeed is a world beyond us, a past and right now, another presence in the room.
I snatch my hands back to myself and get up from the bed, looking towards the said person, I ask,
"May I know where I'll be staying at? I need to get some rest."
The muscular guy tilts his head, confused; as to what I just said. He then goes out of the room running. I look down at Jin, who smiles softly at me. But it vanishes when he sees I'm not smiling back, and instead, a frown takes its place. No wonder trying to figure out what went wrong. And I'll tell you what did: Breaking out of the trance reminded me that my heart is too fragile right now; it reminded me that I'm not ready to accept my fate yet: it reminded me of Eric. It reminded me that they are the reason he isn't with me right now.
The sound of footsteps makes me move my eyes from his and towards the door. The muscular guy comes back with another man who I suspect is the only one who speaks fluent English here. At least I won't have to converse with my soulmate- SOULMATES! I remind myself it's two now.
The man speaks, "Yes? Did you want anything? Sorry, Kookie here, and the others can't speak much English. You can ask me for anything you want,"
Weird! even when I'm meeting this man for the first time, his voice seems like I've heard it before. Thinking it was somewhere online or on the radio since these guys are famous singers, I brush it off.
"It's okay; I was just asking where I'll be staying. I need some rest." I reply.
"Yeah, of course. I'll show it to you, come." He beckons me and says to the guy who; I now know as Kookie to bring my bag from the living room. Cute name though.
He takes me to a room adjacent to Jin's for proximity, I suppose. I step into the room with him. I take a look across the room as Kookie comes in with my bag. Putting the bag: on the bed, he leaves the room, and I turn to the other guy.
"Sorry, what was your name again?" I ask.
"Um, Namjoon. You can call me RM if you'd like," He replies. Even this guy's name rings a bell, but I can't pinpoint from where. This is so frustrating: with a huff, I let it go.
"So, RM. Where is the washroom? Can I freshen up?" I ask: it's been a minute, and I really need to have a shower.
He shows me to the washroom and leaves. This guy has been acting weird around me more than my actual soulmates, the glances, the fidgeting, and all the neck rubs: he thinks I don't notice, but I do. I've always been observant of my surroundings.
I freshen up and change into some comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts that reach my mid-thigh and a black t-shirt, and go into my room to have some rest but instead find Jimin, my other soulmate: inside.
Seeing his face has my mood turned dejected again, I raise my eyebrow towards him to ask: the reason behind his presence, but he doesn't notice; instead, his eyes are glued to my face as I dry my hair with the towel. I walk further into the room, discarding the towel to the bed. I wave my hand in front of his face, breaking him out of his daze. He blinks a couple of times,
"Yes?" I ask.
"Oh, um, D-Dinner? Suga-Hyung, calling you to dinner," he asks, stuttering.
"Okay, I'm coming," I say, sending him on his way out the door.
I quickly dry my hair with the hairdryer and step out and go towards the kitchen.
I see: Jin is also out from his bed and settled on the barstool. I take a seat near him, and soon enough, the other members come in, and all the seats are filled.
"hi," comes a voice from beside me: I turn my head towards Jin,
"hi," I reply with no emotion in my voice. Which, unlike Jimin, doesn't faze him.
"My name is Kim Soekjin: you can call me Jin," he says; his English is better than the others. Except for RM, of course.
, I've been doing just that, Jin," I reply with the same monotonous tone. I thought I wouldn't have to converse with them, but when has God listened to me?
Our bowls: are placed in front of us, and I see the dish I really don't like; is made for dinner.
"I don't like porridge," I say hoping I don't sound rude, with my voice, all the chatter across the table; is seized.
"But you're sick: you have to eat healthily," Says RM.
"It's alright, I'll make something else for myself," I say, standing up from my chair, but a hand on my wrist stops me: I look towards the owner of the hand and find Jimin sitting on my other side.
"No," he says, simply looking into my eyes. I snatch my wrist out of his grip, ready to give him a piece of mind when he suddenly stands up and says,
"Allow me," he makes a gesture of bowing before settling me back on my seat.
I watch as he goes behind the counter and asks RM to ask me if I like chicken soup; I guess they don't know that I can understand Korean a little, and I'll gladly play along.
"He's asking if you can eat chicken soup," RM asks, and I nod: looking at Jimin.
I thought he was going to make me eat the porridge forcefully, but instead, here he is, being a gentleman and making soup for me, abandoning his own dinner. Seeing him like this, I wonder if they have the same expectations of me. I'd hate to break it to them, but I'm out of here in a week. I don't want them in my life right now.
I turn towards Jin, who is quietly eating his dinner, bowing his head down. No traces of the earlier shine in his eyes.
"How are you out of bed so early, Jin? You looked pretty worn out before." hearing his name: he realizes I'm talking to him and looks towards RM for translation. After understanding my question, he turns to me,
"You came. I feel good after your touch." In any other context, this line would have been taken as an innuendo: but I get what he means; After feeding the bond: he feels a little better because I do too. I'm sure my fever has gone down quite a bit.
I nod and turn towards Jimin again before I hear him asking,
"How you feel?"
Without looking back at him, I reply, "Better." keeping my answer short and my voice monotone intentionally so he would take the hint and stop bothering me, Which he does but I don't miss the saddening look on his face from my peripheral view.
I assess Jimin. His soft features, blue hair, and petite figure. He couldn't be any farther from my taste in men. Eric was tall: around 5'10, a five o'clock shadow on his strikingly handsome face and brown hair. A complete opposite of my soulmate. Neither of them has a beard, though Jin is tall. If looked at individually, you'd think he's the tallest out of them all, but he isn't. He just carries himself as if he is.
My eyes wandering on Jimin comes to rest on his face; the admiring view in his eyes makes me confused as I look towards the chicken he's throwing his gaze at; Why would he look at the chicken admiringly? But my question is answered the next second I catch the mark on his hand glowing, making the knot in my stomach tighten.
I revert my eyes from his hand and to the several faces on the table. Years of waiting to see that glowing mark on Eric's finger, and I see it on someone else's. How did the universe even think that the people totally opposite from my taste; will be the most compatible soulmates for me?
I drag my eyes along each face trying to learn their faces and listening to the names they're calling each other. But I stop when I catch one brown pair of eyes looking straight back at me, observing me. He returns his gaze to his dinner, the take-out their manager brought along when we came, I move my eyes to the rest of the group to see if anybody else caught that, and sure enough, the quiet, grey-haired man was eyeing both RM and me.
The bowl of soup is served: in front of me. The warm aroma of the soup stole my attention from the man and towards itself. Jimin served the soup with some bread: I look at him as he sits back on his chair,
"Eat; before cold," he tells me, enacting the motion, nodding towards the soup. He smiles softly at me, showing his crescent moon eyes.
I nod with a blank face, muttering a thank you. I turn towards my dinner, taking a sip of the soup as I savor the amazing taste on my tongue. I know he is waiting for my reaction, but I don't show it. I don't want to lead them on when I obviously don't share their sentiment.
The rest of the dinner was uneventful for me, and the guys were also trying to keep it down because of my and Jin's health, I suppose.
After dinner, I get up to rinse my dishes, but just as I start to do so: a voice comes from behind me,
"Don't." I look back at the man interrupting me: it's the guy from before who was eyeing me and RM, his name is Yoongi, I think.
I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.
"We have a dishwasher," he informs me. I nod, leaving the dishes and moving out of the kitchen. I see all the guys except Jin in the living room: he must have gone back to rest some more. Even though there's an improvement, we aren't back to our full health yet.
I hear my name: being called just when I turn around, trying to escape without being noticed but guess not today. I sigh as I turn back around,
"yes?"
"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks,
"Tired, and I have a headache. I'll be going back to my room now." He nods,
"Okay, sleep well. Goodnight," he says, smiling assuringly, but his eyes betray him by showing the disappointment he's feeling.
I walk towards my bedroom. I turn the handle but the coughing sound coming from Jin's room makes me think twice. I know I can help him. When his manager said his state was direr than mine, I didn't think it was true but when I looked at him: this evening, I knew it was.
With a heavy sigh, I turn the doorknob, ignoring Jin, and walk into my room. With my favorite pillow and Jin's sound of coughing, I get ready for the slumber to pull me in.
But when, even after midnight, his coughing doesn't get better, I decided even if I don't want him as my soulmate, relieving him of his misery would be the right thing to do as a human.
Quietly, I get out of my room and towards Jin's. The door creaks, and I just hope no one wakes up: especially him.
I shut the door and move to sit beside him on the bed, and just like in the evening: I put my hand on his own, and I put my other hand on his forehead, caressing it. His coughing fit ceased as soon as I come into contact with him. I look at his ring finger, the glowing star that resembles the one on the necklace Eric gave to me. We always wondered how our marks would look alike. I chuckle: how ironic.
"What is so funny?" Jin's voice comes, startling me. I immediately try to back up, jerking my hands back, but he grasps it, not letting go.
I look at him wide-eyed, "no-nothing!" I stutter. He chuckles.
"Thank-you, for coming," he says. His eyes: searching my own.
"You were disturbing my sleep," I shrug, playing it cool. "And since you're all good now, I should go back to my room." He nods and loses his grip on my hand, which I take as a positive sign.
"Goodnight," he speaks out, grinning. I nod as I head back to my room.
So much for avoiding them.
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The next morning I wake up to hands caressing my hair, thick fingers playing with my strands. I open my eyes to see to whom those fingers belong; a soft angelic face greets me back. At this moment: he looked like a fallen angel. I smile and close my eyes back; the feeling of his hand playing with my hair was so comforting and calming; like the crashing of waves in the ocean, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, like a warm cup of coffee after a long day of work, lulling me back to sleep.
"How you sleep?" he asks, his voice as if dripping with honey.
"Good," I reply, nuzzling more into the pillow, enjoying this moment of calm and peace.
"Hm, Now wake up. I brought breakfast." Jimin says. His hand, moved from my hair to caress my cheek, his thumb gently dancing across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His other hand was holding onto my left hand under my chin, our fingers intertwined.
"Noooo..." I whine, wanting to sleep for a few more minutes: to relish this moment in my memory.
"Yesss..." he says, mimicking my whiny voice. His hand moves to my forehead; before he continues, "your fever is gone now; that's good. Jin-Hyung is also feeling good."
I open my eyes, staring into his own; I don't fully understand what he's saying but, it's about mine and Jin's health: I suppose. My eyes move across his soft features before settling on his plump lips, which are molded into a gentle smile.
"that's good," I say as his hands have come to rest on my cheek once again.
"Jimin-ah? you in there?" a voice comes from outside the door and as if a spell was lifted off me, I came back to my senses: my eyes wide.
Snatching my hand back from his grasp, I sit up and maneuvered around him to get out of bed, straightening my clothes and hair, as he replied to Namjoon,
"What?" Jimin was now standing beside the bed facing the door.
"Sejin-Hyung was calling us in for practice for the muster." I open the door as soon as his sentence is completed. He moves back a little,
"Good morning, Selene." he wishes me: I mumble back a good morning in return while moving around him to go to the washroom.
I do my business and get into the shower. The water was warm: hitting my skin and relaxing the tightness of my muscles. My thoughts go back to what just happened. Why was I enjoying his touch? His warmth? How did I forget that they are the reason I'm not with eric right now? They are the reason it was him with me in there running his hands through my hair instead of eric. I don't like them! I repeat to myself. I can't like them! I will not have my partner handed to me by fate, No! But how do I fight against this, whatever this is? A touch from him and I forgot about everything, every worry, every tension in my life. All the stress went out the window. I have been feeling the pull of the bond ever since I arrived yesterday; being near either of them isn't easy; they have power over me because of the bond, and I'll make sure not to let them exploit it. I've noticed that the touch makes the bond much more intense, and it's because of it that I forget about everything. So maybe if I keep the touch to the minimum and do only when necessary, It won't be much problem.
Deciding on that, I get out of the shower, but I forgot that I didn't bring a change of clothes. I sigh; maybe if I run fast enough: no one would catch me in the towel, and the room isn't that far away anyway.
Acting on that plan, I peek out the door to see if anyone is around the hallway by any chance. Finding the way clear, I break into a sprint, but just as I was close to my door, a sound from behind me makes me turn around: seeing as it was nothing, I turn back around only to go face-first into a hard wall.
What!? How did a wall come in the middle of the way?
But my question is answered when a pair of arms wrap around my arms to keep me from falling. I keep my hands on the front of the towel to keep it from falling. So, it wasn't a wall; it was a body. Well more like a chest, a lot of hard, muscular chest. Shaking my head of these perverted thoughts, I look up, steel-hard eyes, as hard as his chest might I add, were staring back at me. I have a feeling this guy doesn't like me much. He suddenly gets his hands off me as if I burned him, leaving me to stumble as he moves around and heads off to the living room.
I turn back around and slide into the room I've been given. The room has neutral vibes. The grey-colored walls with black or white furniture, the room was totally my style, modern and modest, not cold or depressing but not so happy either. I've always wanted, to have a dark interior house but didn't because it wouldn't feel much welcoming to people.
Anyway, moving forward, I choose comfortable clothes since I'll be in all day lounging around. A sudden thought passing through my mind makes me freeze up. What about jin then if they're all going for practice? He's better, but he's not back to his full health yet. Are they taking him along, or is he going to stay at home, and if so? will anybody else be staying behind to look after him, or will I have to do it? Ugh! Guess we'll find out soon enough.
After getting ready, I hurriedly go to the living room, not wanting to miss them by mere seconds. I see everyone still lounging around, all dressed up casually; even jin is there. As they see me coming, they all look up from their phones; jin gets up, coming near me. I look at him puzzlingly; he raises his hand, reaching for my forehead to see if I have any fever, I guess, but I step back, leaving his hand hanging mid-air, averting my eyes though I don't miss the hurt look in his eyes. still, brushing it off, he asks,
"Gwenchana? Are you okay?" I nod.
"We were waiting for you only, Selene," RM says; I look at him confused,
"why?" I ask,
"Well, our manager has called us in for practice, and jin has not fully recovered to go anywhere yet, but none of us can stay behind to look after you both, even though Jimin insisted on it. I'm afraid both of you will have to look after each other until we're back, which will be around 4 o'clock, your breakfast is all set and ready, and Jimin has made you both soup for lunch which is in the microwave, just heat it up and you're all good. We're really sorry to be leaving you all alone while you're sick, but we can't do anything." he finishes as he gets up; after him, all the other members follow suit.
I nod, guess it was the latter.
They all start to get out the door waving us goodbye, except one who didn't even look at me after our little incident in the hallway. Jimin moves last as he comes to me, he too, like jin moves his hand up to touch my cheek, and just like with Jin, I step back. Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he covers it up,
"Take care, eat well and rest. Goodbye," he says as if talking to a baby. I nod. He makes eye contact with his Hyung, talking telepathically, I guess, as they both nod and he leaves.
I sigh, guess I'm stuck here with broad shoulders alone till evening.
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I go to the kitchen to have my breakfast only to find Jin already in there. He was pouring soup into two bowls, so I go and sit on one of the kitchen stools.
"You like fruits?" He asks, making me wonder who eats fruits with soup. nonetheless, I answer,
"Sure, but not with soup,"
"No-No, I was just getting to know you." I nod. Yeah, that does make sense. I know they are curious about me; I just don't know if I should open up.
"of course," I say, as he sets my bowl out in front of me and takes a seat across from me.
I take a sip of my soup; I can tell it's not a soup I have tried before, this is absolutely the first time I'm trying this, and it's too delicious. Jin must have guessed it from my expression as he asks,
"Tasty? You like?" I nod,
"yeah, Jimin cooks well," I comment,
"You should try mine," he says with a sly smile.
Is he flirting with me right now or just jealous that I complimented Jimin?
On that note, are they both cool with sharing a soulmate? Should I ask? I shouldn't, right; it's not like we'll be typical soulmates; we can be friends at most. I don't want anything else.
Since its not my concern, I leave the question unasked and reply,
"You don't need to do that,"
"I want to," he says,
"Well, then," I say with a shrug.
"Do you cook?" he asks; What is this, an interrogation? well, it wouldn't hurt to answer that though,
"Yeah," there, short and sweet.
"what can you cook?" he presses further,
I don't want to overshare anything, but I don't want to see their hurtful expressions again. Damn this bond. I huff, "actually, I have to call my mom; can we do this later?" I say as I move to place my now empty bowl in the dishwasher and go back to my room for some privacy.
I didn't lie; I really needed to call my mother. She asked me to call her as soon as I get settled, and I need to tell her about my another soulmate too, also, I need to ask her about this damn bond and how it works. This is too much for me; all these funny feelings I get when I catch their eye or when I see them hurt gosh, couldn't the bond just be silent? It's like screaming at the top of its lungs.
I grab my phone from the charger and dial my mother. On the second ring, she answers with,
"Mi Hija, I have been waiting for your call. I was so worried,"
"If you are so worried mama, you could have just called. Also, I got caught up," I tell her,
"Well, I didn't wanna disturb you and your soulmate,"
"Soulmates," I correct her,
"What?"
"Soulmates ma, I don't have just one soulmate. It turns out another member of their band bonded with me in Busan," I inform her, wait a min, when did we bond? yesterday was the first time I saw that man! I'll make sure to ask him about that when they come back.
"What!?! how?" she asks, just as bewildered as I.
"I don't know mama! This universe is just playing tricks on me now, first Eric then Jin, and now him." I sigh, For just once, I want to be in the driver's seat of my love life.
"what's his name?" she asks, and I scoff,
"Is that really important?"
"Yes! it is, I want to know the name of my daughter's soulmate so, I don't make a fool out of myself when I meet him." I sigh,
"Jimin, and you won't be meeting them anytime soon ma," I tell her. It's better to refrain from getting the idea in her head now.
"Anyway, I got other pressing issues, and I need your opinion," I say, changing the subject, "what is the bond like? like the pull and touch, how does it work?"
"Well, the tension in the pull is stronger till you've sealed the bond. You will be sensitive to them and care about them, also there will be sexual tension as well. And when they touch you, it will be like only you two matter nothing else; your surroundings will disappear, your past future all thoughts will disappear but, that's just until you've sealed the bond. I'll tell you what happens when the bond is sealed when you've sealed your bond. Though I don't think you'll be needing my direction then, things get easier after it's sealed. Not the sexual tension though, that just gets higher." she says, laughing at the last part, probably remembering her days.
"Okay, you don't know, but it answered a lot of my questions. Thank you ma, I just need to make sure to keep them from touching me." I say,
"Oh Sel, I don't think that will be possible, the bond won't let you, you won't have the heart to see them dejected," she says, laughing again, she is getting too much fun out of my situation, I huff,
"Whatever, when's your flight?" I ask,
"Tomorrow morning, I know I said I'll stay till next week but, I got some urgent work that needs to be handled soon baby," she tells,
"Well, can I come to see you off at the airport at least?"
"It's pretty early Sel, and you can't stay away from your soulmates long, you know that right?" she says, making me huff again, goddamn it this bond.
"It's alright Sel, don't worry."
"Okay ma, don't forget to call me when you reach, take care," I say and cut the call.
With a sigh, I turn around, a scream leaving my lips as my hand goes up to my heart.
"God, what are you doing? you scared me," I scold him,
"Sorry," he says, raising his hand in surrender before continuing, "you were talking for too long, so I come to check,"
"your mother?" he asks, nodding towards my phone. I nod,
"want to watch a movie?" he asks with hopeful eyes, I know I shouldn't but, thanks to this bond, I reply,
"Sure,"
he moves and leads me towards the living room,
"what you like to watch?" he asks,
"whatever suits you best," I reply; I really don't care.
"marvel?" he asks again with those damn hopeful eyes, what is it with this guy and his eyes?
I reply with a simple nod, and he puts the movie.
I'm sitting on one side of the couch, so he got plenty of space to sit at, but much to my displease or relief I don't even know at this point, he sits beside me, not close enough for our bodies to touch fully but enough for our knees and shoulders to graze.
Acting nonchalant to his actions, I turn towards the screen to see iron man playing, Huh! so his favorite is iron man.
Not long in the movie, I feel his hand on mine as if hesitating; when I don't say anything or remove my hand, he turns my hand over to take it completely, intertwining our fingers.
At his actions, I look up at him only to find him already looking at me, and just like at the airport, we get lost in each other's eyes only this time, I can see his whole face: his perfect nose, and his bee-stung lips, as I realize my gaze was on his lips my mind screams, abort! abort! I break out of my daze and move away from him; taking my hand out of his, I say,
"I- I am still a little tired, I'm gonna go get some sleep," I say, stuttering. I turn around and head back to my room, scolding myself. I swear I could hear him chuckling.
#bts angst#bts jimin#bts fluff#bts jin#bts jungkook#bts suga#bts namjoon#bts romance#bts v#bts#btswritingcafe#bts series#bts soulmate au#bts idol au#bts smut#ot7 x yn#bts ot7#bts × reader#original character#btswritersclub#bts fic#bts taehyung#bts jhope#bts yoongi
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Heyy! Your page is super cool! Do you have any headcanons of what the octonauts would do if you were sick?
Thank you 😌✨👍
Peso
Lil guy is LITERALLY a doctor. Best doctor in the ocean, actually. He can and will instantly cure you of all your ailments, with a single bandage and a sticker. Don't ask him how he does it—a magician never reveals his secrets. He has a habit of not sleeping when he has overnight patients, and you will be no exception. He'll stay up late with you, just to keep you company or get you a glass of water/medicine if you need it.
Barnacles
Self care?? Pshhhhhhhhhhhh-
- but if you or anyone else he cares about gets sick, he is THERE. He might hover over you a bit, but he means well. He'll make sure you have everything you could possibly need to feel better, or even just slightly more comfortable. He WILL carry you to the sick bay if you cough funny, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Kwazii
He has the strongest immune system you'll ever see- given how many times he gets slimed, inked, muddied, sneezed on, stung, bit, poked (am I leaving anything out?); he's resistant to almost everything. Knowing this, he'll stick by your side the entire time, making sure you're not bored or lonely. He's completely unafraid of getting sick. It might still happen, but he won't mind much (he'll get over it fast).
Tweak
She has the second strongest immune system you'll ever see: a side effect of growing up in the Everglades. She's a lot like Kwazii though, in the sense that she'll stick around you too. She won't barge into your room or follow you around the ship, but she'll let you hang out in her loft and play with her video games. She pours oil, rubs vinegar, and picks up globs of algae all with her bare paws; she is not a germaphobe even a little, but unlike Kwazii she has a more likely chance of getting sick from you. And that's a whole new problem to deal with. (See: Barnacles, but replace "you" with "Tweak".)
Dashi
I'm so sorry, but you will literally not see her again (in person) for the entire lifespan of whatever you have. She IS a germaphobe, and would NOT even DARE touch you with a 39+½ ft. pole. She would probably facetime you from the other side of the Octopod every couple hours though, just to check in on you. Y'know, make sure you're alive and all that. After you're 100% feeling better, she'll take you out surfing, or to do something else fun.
Shellington
He's pulling out all the books and "how to get better fast" articles he can find, because he doesn't like seeing you sniffly and gross. He'd like,, half dote over you, and half completely avoid you. He's the perfect mix of "concerned" and "not wanting to catch whatever's wrong with you". The Vegimals are immune to most people-diseases, so he'd ask them to look after you.
Inkling
He'd fill you with so much herbal tea and biscuits it'll be the only thing you can taste for weeks. He's not necessarily a germaphobe, but I feel like it could be really bad for him to get sick. He'll care for you like the loving grampa he is, while probably wearing a hazmat suit the whole time.
#octonauts#headcanons#tweak is like barnacles when she gets sick: as in. she pretends she isn't and continues working anyway. until she dies-#remember how in s2 kwazii was begging her to go to sleep? yeah.#are u sick‚ tumblr user ghostlyoctonautscientist? if yes i hope u feel better soon <3#apologies for the wait - i had 0 ideas for shellington lol#ask to tag#ask
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How would adg Joon react to oc being super sick? And would she accept being babied? What about the other girls and their boys?
hmmm, that's a good question. I personally think Joon would hover much like he did when she was catatonic. He's calling the doctor to come look at her and make sure she's okay, and he's not leaving her side. I think if she was super sick, she wouldn't mind the babying. she's probably to out of it or too tired to care, and mc is touch starved and traumatized enough that the babying would probably be nice anyway if she ever allowed him to do it while she wasn't ill.
Jin is hovers less and is more clinical in nature when it comes to illness. He's a doctor so he's not really super worried. He can handle any illness that Hayan throws at him, and if its super serious he's taking her to the clinic he has at the ADG headquarters to be looked over in a more sterile environment. Hayan puts up with his babying because she's frightened of him. she's got those first few months of being in a drug induced haze and the possibility of him doing it again hanging over her head.
Hoseok doesn't really know what to do when iyla is sick. He's calling Jin and then he's probably very confusedly offering iyla comfort items like blankets and soup and favorite movies and stuffies. hoodies and fuzzy socks and then is confused while she snaps at him from her blanket burrito
Yoongi much like Jin isn't super fazed. he's got this handled. He's going to go get her medicine, and make her soup or porridge, and he's taking care of Yoonho while Sen is ill. will cuddle her if she asks him to, might even cuddle her if she doesn't ask
Jimin is in a slight panic. Seori never get sick, and out of the two of them she's better prepared to care for someone sick. but he's doing his best even if he's not so good at it. honestly this woman could probably have a fever of 103 F and she'd still be taking care of herself all the while Jimin is doing his best to keep her in bed and take care of her instead.
Taehyung in both panicked and babying despite the fact that aerie wouldn't want him anywhere near her normally, if she's sick enough she's completely a puddle in his arms taking in all the cuddles and affection.
Jungkook is panicked but he's also determined to take the best care of her he can. He's calling Jin to check on her, and he's following whatever instructions Jin gives him religiously. He's also internally cooing over how cute she looks all wrapped up in her blankets with her nose all red. Yuna is half-heartedly fighting him as the cold medicine is making her a little loopy and he's very warm and easy to snuggle against
#ask#adg universe#a dangerous game#when the chips are down#kismet#endgame#baby mine#sunshine#heartache#tokki
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I just finished hosting a 15-person game of Mafia for some friends. One tradition we have for these games is that every death is accompanied by some themed narration, so for my game I opted to spice it up with some art on top. Had to draw it real quick since I didn't know for sure who was going to die next until it happened.
The game's theme was "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", with the hidden subtheme that all the roles (stands) were named after They Might Be Giants (@tmbgareok) songs! A list of their powers, links to songs, and a recap of the game under the cut.
01) Mogis - 「Flo Wheeler」
02) TD260 - 「Working Undercover For The Man」
03) JGH27 - 「Good To Be Alive」
04) Raya - 「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」
05) KK / Sahrimnir - 「Thinking Machine」
06) Spontaneous Combustion - 「The Statue Got Me High」
07) Leviwulf - 「Push Back The Hands」
08) DarkFalco - 「I Am Alone」
09) Deli064 - 「Doctor Worm」
10) Fedaykin - 「Letterbox」
11) Surge - 「I Am Alone」
12) Wikxen - 「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」
13) Minby - 「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」
14) Bel - 「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」
15) SnakeInABox - 「By The Time You Get This」
Bold roles were Jotunheim (Mafia), normal roles were Johnsburg (Town), and italicized roles were third parties. (Jotunheim is the realm of giants from Norse mythology! The mafia were, in fact, giants! And the town's job was to figure out who might be giants! And the two sides were Jo and Jo! JOKES!)
「Flo Wheeler」 was a town role with a power that was pretty dangerous to the user- if anyone happened to be watching or tracking when a kill took place at night, Mogis would look like they'd visited the target that night in addition to whoever actually did. It could potentially be used to catch a mafioso in a lie, but otherwise it was more of an obstacle for the town to overcome- a miller-type role.
♪ You can't do the time, therefore you didn't do the crime ♪
「Working Undercover For The Man」 was a third-party role working for the Speedwagon Foundation to perform a threat assessment. TD could win with the town, but could win and leave early if he could guess all the names or powers of every other stand in the game. He could scan a name every night, to help that along.
♪ Planning midnight raids / On our unsuspecting fans / While the roadies rig / The video surveillance van ♪
「Good To Be Alive」 was a spin on the usual town doctor role- normally, a doctor can target a player and prevent their death if they would die that night. But... JGH couldn't actually prevent deaths- just fake it. The dead would become ghosts, who couldn't vote and couldn't be killed but were still allowed to talk as if they were alive.
♪ Hello leg / such a shaky leg / Just barely more than decoration ♪
「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」 was a third party with an unusual win condition. They had to recruit a certain number of people to a private side-chat- and then make sure all those people got killed. Plus, she could redirect anything that happened to her at night to her recruits. If the recruits figured out what she was doing and got rid of her, they'd get a boost to their power.
♪ The bark now commands the trees / The queen is overruled by the bees ♪
「Thinking Machine」 was a town role with a mysterious purpose that didn't seem to make much sense at first. Sah would get, every morning, a strange series of numbers and letters of uncertain origin. It was information, somehow, but how to use it?
♪ Tape has brightening arm connect (Wait, that didn't make sense.) / Self-paint lever itching does! (That made even less sense!) ♪
「The Statue Got Me High」 was a mafia power. As the song describes, the victim is enthralled by the monolith and forced to obey its commands, until their eventual death. That is, Spont could recruit a player to the mafia, but they'd die one night later- and if he wasn't careful, he could die and his recruit would flip back.
♪ And now it is your turn (your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn) / The stone, it calls to you (you can't refuse to do the things it tells you to) ♪
「Push Back The Hands」 was a passive ability that caused anything that would happen to Levi- a nightkill, an execution, some other power- to be delayed by one day, giving him some time to react. He'd be told who it was that targeted him, so going after him as mafia was risky.
♪ Screeching tires but never a collision / Endless day without a sunset provision ♪
「I Am Alone」 was a weird one. See, DarkFalco, who was mafia, didn't have a stand as such. She was the stand- and she was the stand of Surge, who was town. They were linked together in everything, meaning the mafia had to work to keep Surge alive on top of their own people. She could send messages to Surge at night to mess with him, though.
♪ Before you fire I should inform you / One of us is a double ♪
「Doctor Worm」 had no real special abilities. His ability was to be pretty good at playing the drums, a power that had absolutely no relevance in a game of Mafia.
♪ I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm
I am an actual worm ♪
「Letterbox」 was a mafia ability that let Fedaykin pick another player, and offer that player a chance to deliver a private message to one other player of their choice. He could see the "secret" communications, though, and once per game he could edit the message before delivering it.
♪ I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow ♪
「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」 is a classically mafia ability, but in the hands of a town player: the ability to force another player to vote for another. Normally the manipulated person isn't allowed to say what happened, but there was no such restriction here- confusion's no good for the town.
♪ Memo to myself: do the dumb things i gotta do: Touch the puppet head ♪
「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」 let Minby pick someone else to watch him at night. If anyone visited him to target him with an ability, the person he designated would be told the names of those people. A nasty trap for the mafia, as long as Minby doesn't pick a mafioso to share the information with.
♪ Where your eyes don't go, a part of you is hovering / It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering / You're free to come and go / Or talk like Kurtis Blow / But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head ♪
「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」 was a very powerful town role- Bel was the cop, and could scan another player's alignment at night, plus track or watch them. Except... not directly. She couldn't scan players- she could scan hotel rooms, and if other players didn't check into the hotel at night or give up their room numbers, her information was useless.
Here are the room numbers, in order: Levi (1) Snake (2) JGH (3) TD (4) Spont (5) Sah (6) Deli (7) Fed (8) Minby (9) Falco/Surge (10) Raya (11) Wikxen (12) Mogis (13).
(Oh, and Thinking Machine's codes were actually encoded versions of her results, and Sah would get a weaker version of her power if she ever died.)
♪ She's got her ear to the walls / And she's tappin' the calls / If you've got a secret, boy / Forget about it! ♪
���By The Time You Get This」 imbued its wielder with the incredible powers of... an estate lawyer! Which meant Snake could leave a will behind when he died, naming another player and casting a vote on them from beyond the grave the next day.
♪ By the time you get this note / We'll no longer be alive / But our skulls are smiling still / At the thought of things to come ♪
So! Here's how it all shook out.
Day 1: The first day is always kind of a tossup, since no one has any information yet, and everyone's just trying to verbally stir the pot. Levi soft-claims his role right out the gate, warning town not to try targeting him or else. Mogis is executed, casting a vote on himself to save the town the trouble of dealing with Flo Wheeler.
Night 1: Spont uses the statue to recruit Wikxen, at the same time that Wikxen forces Snake to vote for Levi. So, now the usually-scum power in the hands of town is in the hands of scum for real. Bel scans room 3, and learns that its occupant is innocent. Raya recruits DarkFalco, and accidentally recruits Surge alongside her, to her surprise. JGH tries protecting Levi, to test if his claim was a bluff.
Day 2: Levi tries to push JGH on the basis of having targeted him last night, but everyone agrees to wait and see if Levi actually dies first. Votes circle around Wikxen and Raya for suspicious-seeming defensiveness on Day 1, and ultimately, when it seems like Wikxen's about to be executed, a small group of players flip their votes at the last minute and vote Raya out while she's asleep and can't defend herself. Rude! She was poised to win the game for herself and the town, since she'd convinced Falco that the mafia would benefit somehow if they were all recruited.
Night 2: The mafia kills Minby- and Minby opts to tell have Fed watch him, wasting his power. Lucky for town, though, Bel happens to scan room 8, confirming Fed is mafia since he volunteered his room number. Wikxen's coat contains a furnace where there used to be a guy.
Day 3: Wikxen forced Snake to vote for J, making him look bad- but Sah begins sharing his bizarre results from Thinking Machine, and Bel confirms that they're a log of her detective power. Then she points out that Fed is mafia, and the town falls in line behind the accusation with Sah to confirm.
Night 3: Spont uses the statue to recruit Bel, to keep any more problematic scans from ruining them. Bel, before being recruited, scans room 10, though- and now the town knows there's something funky with Falco and Surge, because Sah gets the results and knows what they mean. Due to their mismatched alignments, though, the encoded version is still misleading, so there's wiggle room. TD scans Spont and learns his role name.
Day 4: Spont concocts a daring scheme. He has Bel lie and claim to have received an incriminating result on him- so that Bel will be caught in said lie when Sah produces his own results. The plan is to frame Bel, who's a dead girl walking anyway, and clear Spont's name going forward. But the town talks themselves into explaining away the contradiction- even when TD reveals Spont's stand name, and Spont denies it outright and claims 「Combustible Head」, a fake vigilante (town nightkiller) role instead, the town explains away that, too. After a few more people claim, TD260 has completed his mission- his correct guess wins him the game and he leaves. Spont cleverly excuses himself by claiming that TD lied about his role to get him to claim his "real" one. Afterwards, the town ends up executing Deli064 instead, for some reason- poor Doctor Worm!
Night 4: The evidence vanishes from Bel's charred and smoking chair- because JGH tries to protect her at the same time the mafia are killing him! Bel is a ghost now, and the town never finds out her alignment.
Day 5: Bel not dying poses a problem for the mafia, because Spont was supposed to prove his own innocence by pretending to kill her! The mafia tries to misdirect by having Bel lie again, claiming to scan room 10 when she actually scanned room 6, Sah. Ultimately, though, the town is able to coordinate behind killing Surge and Falco, which- because they're linked- is a compromise option that both parties are happy with (when perhaps they shouldn't be).
Night 5: Since Bel is technically dead, Spont recruits again, grabbing Sah and removing the threat of scans entirely. If he'd recruited Snake instead, they'd have won on the spot, since only his will-vote prevented them from winning instantly due to outnumbering the town. We move on to a somewhat redundant...
Day 6: It's now down to five players- Spont, Sah, and Bel vs Levi and Snake. The mafia technically outnumber the town, but Bel's vote doesn't count, and Sah's going to burn the next night- so the town can still win by forcing a tie and then using Snake's By The Time You Get This power to place a vote on Spont. But that's if they can figure it out and get on the same page, and... they don't. There's no way there could be three mafia still alive, so the mafia are able to sow total confusion and ultimately get the town all voting for Bel... who's a ghost, and can't vote or be executed, which the town doesn't know because JGH died before he could fully explain. The execution defaults to Snake, and the mafia win the game.
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Could you do an 'I didn't know I was pregnant prompt' where somehow Abby, who's a doctor and won't ever live it down, doesn't realize that she's pregnant until she's in labor. Possibly with it being conveniently when she's alone bar delinquents, and someone has to go track down Kane and inform him of what's going on.
Canon-divergent from early s3 ish. Also featuring Raven being awesome and Clarke trying not to have a breakdown, so hopefully I wrote those two darlings okay. Content warning for vague / non-graphic and questionably medically accurate descriptions of childbirth. PG13ish for that and also swear words. Also on ao3.
The thing about quiet is it doesn’t last. She should’ve knownbetter.
It’s been a year, maybe a little more than that. Time flowsdifferently here, but one of the kids – and Abby knows they are not that anymore,most of them are so much more capable than her, but in her mind they are stillso small – is pretty sure they saw a snowflake yesterday. So, bit more than ayear. And about a year since she broke down and let herself be reckless and…
All of this hits her in the worst way as she realizes whather body is doing. This pain is not cramps, but she can’t blame herself forgetting confused, it’s been a while since she’s had her normal cycle and-
Yeah. This is what she gets for ignoring her own body aswell as she does. Dammit.
The worst part is, Abby thinks as she paces across herworkspace because so help her she is not letting this nor anything else stopher, she justified everything. Her last implant had expired shortly after shewas widowed, and she’d passed on getting another one because she was on theedge of forty and had zero plans to ever let anyone else touch her and she didn’twant to waste resources like that, and she’d just… forgotten about that detaila year and a half later when she’d gone and taken a new lover anyways. With orwithout the implant, her cycles were always erratic and she stopped trying topredict that ages ago. Nausea got justified when she wasn’t the only person whoate bad meat (turns out mutant might’ve-descended-from-a-raccoon needs to be cookedlonger than that attempt was); a little weight gain because she iseating more, because that’s a possibility now. Said weight pooling in herabdomen is normal enough for a woman her age, right?
She justified everything, she was wrong, and now she is-
Fuck.
Okay, so right now pants are a mistake. They’re soakedthrough anyways, and somehow the idea of someone wandering in and seeing hernaked from the hips down is one of the less embarrassing details of this wholedisaster. Normal people have seven or eight months to process imminent parenthoodbefore it comes. She won’t even have that many hours. Supposedly births getquicker the more a person has had, and given her track record there…
Another wave of pain hits and she grabs the edge of the tablefor support. At least she’s having this crisis – she is trying to use everyword for it but what it is, and she will go through the guilt spiral later – inmedical. Ideal place for this nightmare. If she has to give birth on herown, as is looking more and more likely, at least she is doing so in a safeplace. That’s about the only thing going right here.
There is, after all, the small issue of her partner havingno damn clue about any of this.
Last she checked – and she tries not to hover, she is notthat kind of woman and their more recent trust in each other has eliminatedsome of her tendencies – Marcus is out on a hunting / scavenging daytrip. Whichmeans he may or may not be back before this is over. Either way, explaining howshe managed to be oblivious for close to nine months about something so significantis not going to be a good time and she is more than a little nervous about thatand-
Abby hears the door open behind her. Great. Now thenightmare is complete.
“Are you…” Raven, thank goodness, at least the intruder issomeone who occasionally has common sense. “Screw that, you’re not okay.”
“How willing are you to believe things right now?” Abbyasks, turning her head to look at her friend. Group bonding across generationsis rough, but she sees a different kind of potential in the younger woman thanmost people do. Like this one, if she doesn’t accidentally kill herself beforeshe turns thirty, has some serious untapped leadership potential. And moreimportantly right now, Raven is extremely well-connected and has a highertolerance for crazy than most people. So, again, ideal person.
“From you, pretty cooperative,” Raven shrugs. “What happenedslash who do I need to electrocute?”
“I somehow managed to ignore being pregnant and… it’scoming.” And saying it out loud sounds even more damning than realizing it herselfhalf an hour ago, dragging another person into this mess with her and puttingthat weight on someone who doesn’t need it. “Feel free to judge me.”
“Nah. Not sure what you need me to do but…”
“Get someone. Anyone. Nothing against you as a person but Ido not trust you to-“
Another contraction hits before Abby can sufficientlyexplain why she’d rather not have someone who interacts with technology betterthan people as her backup here. Great. If she factors in the number of timesthis has happened that she really did think were cramps, and how long it’s beensince closing her legs felt like a good idea… shit. Yeah no. There will be noexplaining this to her partner before it’s too late.
“What I’m hearing is radio your idiot and tell him to gethis ass back here as soon as humanly possible but do not tell him whybecause that’ll break him, grab the first person I can find who I’d trust tocatch something and send them in here to help you, and go through the storageroom and hope there’s still baby clothes in that one box I found some in lastmonth. Anything I’m missing?”
If Abby were more mobile, and/or felt less like her body wasabout to explode, she would hug Raven right now. “Yes. I… yes. Thank you.”
“And try to keep this on a need-to-know basis. Far as anyoneelse is concerned, you figured out you were incubating at a normal enough timebut you decided to keep quiet about it because you hate attention. That work?”
“I’m not sure that’s going to be believable when-“
“It’s believable if you’re a couple weeks before your duedate and you can pass that particular dramatic shitshow off as being more aboutthe timing.”
“I’m not sure if you’re an angel or an evil genius.”
“I’d like to think I’m both,” Raven laughs. “Now, if youthink you have enough time here for me to do that, I’m gonna go.”
Abby assesses herself quickly. Unless something somehow goeseven more wrong, she’s got at least half an hour here. “I’ll be alright.”
And again she is alone, she thinks as the door closes behindher. This is… not an absolute worst-case scenario, but pretty damn close. At best,she’s got a lot of explaining to do when it’s all over. At worst…
Describing this as an accident is a serious understatement. Therehas been no conversation about whether or not to have kids together. It neverseemed necessary. They’re older enough that the risk seemed so low, and therearen’t restrictions on that here, and she didn’t think…
She didn’t think. That’s what this all comes down to. A temporaryvacation from her normal instincts and look what that got her. No time tomentally prepare for a tiny vulnerable creature, no time to think about theimplications for her relationship, no time to even find out if her partnerwants this enough to stick around for it, no time to-
Getting closer. She is not attempting to measure herself butshe can feel the process. Timing-wise, she probably is a few weeks earlyhere, in that comfortable space where that won’t mean any problems for thelittle creature and a normal person’s biggest concern would be not being quitedone with their preparations. Whereas she has done no preparations, whatlittle of her fate isn’t in her own hands right now has been entrusted to atwenty-one-year-old who has even less of a baseline for this, and-
It’s all too much, and Abby starts crying. Most confusedemotional release she’s ever had, not sure if it’s stress or fear or pain oranticipation or probably all of those at once. Overload enough that the nextcontraction feels muted by comparison, overload enough to overlook how uncomfortablethis all is.
It’s just a little ironic that this started bent over atable and it may well end that way too, at the rate she’s going. That’ll be funny,in a couple months when any of this can be, maybe.
She hears the door open again and this time multiplefootsteps, this time she is too exhausted to even turn her head, this time-
“Mom? What the hell?”
Limited options, Abby reminds herself. Limited options ofpeople she would trust to be her backup here, and her own – possibly soon to beolder? – daughter is one of them.
“Clarke, I can-“
“Raven filled me in,” Clarke mutters, sounding so familiarlydisapproving. Abby’s always thought her daughter takes much more after her latehusband, but sometimes there are familiar flickers in there. “You basicallyneed me to catch it.”
“Basically, yes. There should be some towels in-“
“I know where things are. Learned my organization systemfrom you.”
“And I can grab stuff,” Raven adds. That would be the secondset of feet, the bright-red jacket Abby can see in her peripheral vision. “Iwould rather not see the nightmare fuel here but I can hold things or whatever.”
“Any luck with-“
Abby swears she can somehow hear Raven roll her eyes. “Wrongperson picked up, but we tried. The group at least knows something is goingdown here and hopefully I yelled enough to-“
The next pain is strong enough to blur Abby’s vision. “Nextone is it.” She’s amazed she can even talk clearly right now, but her presenceis not going away just because she’s in a crisis. She’s gotten through worse. Rarelybeen on this end of it, rarely felt so helpless, but she will not let anythingstop her. “Be ready.”
Around her, the girls attempt as much prep as they can. Abbydoes not know what they’re doing, does not think about it. There is only this. Thereis her, and the little creature that is about to exit her body, and her olderchild who is surprisingly calm about all of this, and another member of theirfamily who is at least trying to do the same, and a black hole where herpartner should be and-
She screams.
She lets it be a blur. She does not want to remember thesefew moments.
She knows one of the girls is hovering under her with alarge towel in hand, and the other one is yelling, and she doesn’t know whichis which and she doesn’t care. She knows that this is at least a familiar pain,and the first part is the worst, and the little creature – now officially hersecond child, she will let herself process that later – is slick andcooperative and how the child of two such stubborn people is so easy to dealwith in its first moments she does not know but-
“I have a little sister,” Clarke says somewhere in thebackground.
Abby wants to collapse. Wants to sleep for a very long time.She focuses on her body, on all the things she knows. There is still pain, waitingfor the afterbirth to come out. She suspects she’s torn but not as badly as itcould’ve been, and her breasts ache and at some point soon that too will beuseful, and-
She fades out. Exhaustion is a wonderful thing. She knowsher body will do what it needs to, and she trusts the girls enough, and… shecan’t do this anymore.
When she wakes up, she’s somehow been moved to the cot –which means someone else has seen her questionable condition, great, just whatshe doesn’t need – and she’s in a clean shirt and someone has placed cold clothbetween her legs to help the hurting and-
“You really didn’t know?”
She’s not awake enough for this shit.
Abby turns her head and yep, there is her partner (but howmuch longer can she call him that, she wonders) in a chair someone must’vebrought in, looking at her like he does not know where to start but he has alot of questions. It’s been a while since she’s had to interpret that look, andshe is concerned.
“I didn’t know,” she repeats. “You’ve known me since we werechildren, you know I can justify anything, I thought-“
“Alright.” And now for the scary-calm. That particularversion has evolved over the past year and a half or so, as Marcus has learned howto be more of a person, but she still knows it too well. He’s harder to readthis way, and more dangerous to those around him. “When I found out… I thought…”
“Do you really think I would’ve hidden this from you if I’dknown?”
“I had to ask.”
“I wouldn’t… I just went through hell,” she hisses. “Involuntarily.Again. And I wouldn’t have had to if I’d paid more attention to myself but youknow I don’t-“
“I believe you.”
She’s not sure she believes him right now, but she isstill too exhausted to move so that fight can wait a day or two. “Where is…” Shedoesn’t know the right word. My daughter? Ours? Which of those will hold longer?
“Raven’s looking after her. You needed to rest, and… I canlook after you here, Raven can keep the baby in her workshop except when sheneeds to feed.”
Abby rolls her eyes. Yeah, keep a newborn in the mostdangerous place in the settlement, great idea. On the other hand, Raven’sspace is at least warm. “And you’re…”
“Still processing,” Marcus finishes. “Someone tried to radious but we were a few miles out, and when we got back I didn’t have time tothink before someone shoved what looked like a bundle of towels in my arms and…”
“It is yours. If that was going to be your next question.”
“It wasn’t. But good to know.”
“I just… I ignored everything, and I…”
He reaches out for her hand, and even that feels like toomuch physical contact right now but it’s a nice gesture anyways. “I’m notblaming you.”
“Well that’s new,” she mutters. He’s been decent for a year,she should have more faith, but… “Are you going to stay?”
And now for the look of stunned horror, the wide eyes and haltedbreaths and for a moment she’s broken him. “Am I… how is that a question?!”
“You are aware how many bad choices I’ve made here…”
“You’ve always been a little impulsive,” he counters. “And stubborn.And usually right. And I don’t know why you think this kind of innocent mistakewould push me away.”
“It’s a screaming liability of a mistake?”
“It’s ours. And I want… if you want…”
“Yeah. You’ve never done this before. You do not realize thehell you’ve just volunteered for.”
“I’m with you. How bad could it be.”
He leans down and kisses her forehead, and the scratch ofhis beard is way too much, and… yeah. They’ll be okay.
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hi can you write an angst that jumin gets into a car accident and he loses his memories so he doesn't remember mc and that he loves her and that she his wife so mc decided it's better for him that she leaves him but then jumin start to remember her and how much he loves her and try to fix the things
Ooooh, that sounds really neat! I’d be happy to do the request! Thank you and have a terrific day! Enjoy
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Jumin had been in an accident.
It had been a head-on collision, ramming into a speeding truck down the highway, neither Driver Kim or Jumin having the slightest time to react.
And while at least Driver Kim had made it out with only a few broken bones, Jumin had been far worse.
He hadn’t even been conscious as they dragged him out in his gurney.
He fell into a coma.
You had rushed to his side the moment you had found out, your hand always laced with his, tears spilling from you as it seemed the nightmare would never end.
But even when it did, you weren’t entirely sure another one simply opened.
For when he even did truly and fully awoke, his memories were gone.
He had stared at you blankly as he fully gained consciousness, his brow furrowing as he sat up, staring confusedly.
“What am I doing here…?” He asked.
You could hardly speak, lips parted in utter confusion, eyes wider than dinner plates in your shock.
“Y-You’re…you’re awake…?”
“Yes…?” He questioned. “Who’re you? What’re you doing here?”
You laughed weakly, wiping at the tears bubbling in your gaze. “W-What? A-Are you serious?”
“Yes…? Are you one of my father’s girlfriends? Do you know where he is?”
You scoffed in your bewilderment. “Your father’s-” You couldn’t even muster the word. “Jumin don’t you remember?”
“Remeber what?”
“I-I…” You felt another onslaught of sorrow pour in you, jumping from your seat. “I’m going to go get the doctor.”
And soon enough you found out.
His recent memories were gone.
His memories of you.
And they didn’t know when they’d return.
If they’d ever.
Yet despite it all, you stayed beside him.
“We’re…married?” Jumin murmured, walking beside you as you made your way to the penthouse, permitted to finally leave the hospital.
“Yes, a few years now.” You said, approaching the front door, listening to a click as you slipped in the key. “You sure you don’t remember anything. Not even meeting me?”
“No, I don’t. You…You planned another RFA party?”
“I did, you helped me,” You looked up to him, frowning. “You fell in love with me then, and I fell in love with you.”
“How…?”
You both stepped inside, Elizabeth 3rd greeting you as she usually did, not a hint of bother upon her face.
“You were upset after your father arranged you to marry a woman named Sarah, I had been staying at Rika’s apartment but-”
“What were you doing at Rika’s apartment?” He appeared a tad skeptical, his eyes narrowed. “How do I know any of this is true?”
You swore you felt your heart crack at his words.
“…You can…you can check with any of the other RFA members…” You answered, softly. “They’ll tell you the whole story but…”
You turned to face him, revealing your wedding ring.
“You gave this to me, you told me that even if the world had been reduced to ruin, as long as I was in this world, there’d still be something bright.”
He stared at you, his expression somehow changing, as though searching for some sort of key.
He seemed so close to unlocking it, something close to warmth dotting in his sight.
But somehow, cloudy and unsure.
“I’m…sorry.” He let out a deep breath. “I just don’t…remember.”
You tried to hold the tears, folding your lips sorrowfully.
“Right…I…I shouldn’t expect it all to just come back to you.”
“I’m sure this is difficult,” He tried his best to be sympathetic, tipping his head to the side. “I feel as if I know you, but I…” He hesitated. “I don’t quite know how to put it.”
“It’s well-it’s something,” You shrugged. “Maybe you just need some time to yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t force it on you, I’ll only make it worse,” You rubbed at your eyes. “O-On both ends.”
He sighed, crinkling his nose. “I don’t know what to say.”
You swallowed hard. “Just…” You raised your hand to his cheek, sighing. “Take your time.”
He nearly melted into your touch, his fingers hovering over your own, almost forlorn as you drew away.
Almost.
“MC, I-”
He couldn’t allow the words to escape him.
You hung at the door, giving him one last small smile.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”
And the door was shut.
And he was left on his own.
He recalled bits and pieces, yet each one blurry and untold.
Yet still, he tried.
He wandered about the penthouse aimlessly as time went on, staring at the plenty of photos of the two of you.
Yet in every picture, his gaze was never set on the camera.
He was focused on you.
And they were full of utter adoration.
A smirk would always decorate his face, beaming with delight as you were near.
He didn’t know he could be so happy.
He raised his palm up, examining the wedding ring ribboned upon his finger.
He moved it off, reading the inscription.
“As long as you’re in it, the world will always be beautiful”
“Darling…” He whispered, trying to connect to what was thought to be lost. “My darling…”
And like a puzzle, a piece became connected.
“MC…MC…!” His breath hitched as the memories began to flow like a tidal wave, an onslaught of happiness he had never known.
Tears brimmed in his eyes as he crumbled to his knees, laughter, and devotion filling his mind, his heart bursting with the emotion.
He remembered.
He remembered the days he’d hold you in the night, his arms cradled around you, listening as you’d drift off to sleep, a hint of a grin tugging at your lips.
He remembered the days you’d surprise him at his office after rough days, peppering his face in kisses, your fingertips ruffling through his hair.
And he remembered the murky moments of you by his bedside at the hospital, never letting go of his hand, insisting on staying just another day.
You had never given up on him.
Never doubted him.
But he rejected you.
You.
How could he have done that?
The very idea of you left a loving warmth coursing throughout him.
You were an absolute miracle.
You were everything.
And he had forgotten that.
He rushed to call you, scrambling for your number desperately, unable to withstand the moments as he waited for you to pick up.
“…Jumin? Is something wrong?”
“M-MC w-w-where are you?”
“I-I’m just at the little cafe across from the C & R why-”
“I’m coming, stay right there.”
“Jumin what-”
He suddenly hung up, bursting out the door and down the stairs, never stopping for a second.
By the time he had reached you, sweat dribbled down his forehead, shoulders heaving and exhaustion seeping from him.
Yet as he saw you, it all became worth it.
He rushed towards you, holding a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
“MC…”
“J-Jumin what is it-”
He pulled you close, holding you as if you may disappear with the next gust of wind, tears threatening to escape.
“I remember love,” He told you, finally feeling true content with you. “I remember everything.”
You were speechless.
“I’m sorry,” He pleaded. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“You really…you really do remember…?”
“I do…” He cooed. “I finally do.”
He continued to speak, his words delicate and cherishing in every sense.
As though the future would finally be better.
Because it would be one spent together.
“And I never want to forget again. I never want to forget you.”
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