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Jal Jada (Sleep Well)

I got the late shift at the library again. It didn’t matter to me since I needed to study. I don’t know why I’ve chosen a business course. When I really love books. But both of my parents were entrepreneurs and were involved with my admissions to their Alma mater. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

I’m making my roundabouts around each book corner, stalking each bookshelf. I almost jumped out of my skin when I see a boy who looked young in the face but his body showed my age. Maybe even older. With his slouched posture, it was hard to tell exactly his age. But given the piles of books around him, he was at least old enough to attend college.

I went in to get a closer look. His eyes seemed calm behind his closed eye lids. His head hung low from mid-read on an Economics book. His face looked soft, I was almost tempted to touch it. His hand stopped me. Then my heart almost dropped. When his eyes fluttered open, I was staring into the deepest brown eyes.

“Sorry to disturb you but we are closing,” I managed to say.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who dozed off,” he responded. He hadn’t let go of my hand yet, but I decided to pull away.

“You need help putting away any books?” I offered. It was my job after all, as a student librarian.

He looked down at his surroundings and then shook his head. “No, I got it. I’ll be out of your way soon.”

I bowed. “Okay. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

I got up from where I was kneeling and started to walk away.

“Hey,” he called. I stopped midway and turn back to face him. “You’re in my Economics class, right?”

I blinked. Yeah, I was. I didn’t think he would know that, though. “Yes, I sit a few rows behind you.”

He chuckled as I see his dimples form on other side. “I knew I recognized you. Your name is Krin Ayama right? Third year?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Well, Krin. Nice to meet you, officially. My name is Yuri Jeong.”

That I already knew. But it was interesting that he introduced himself so formally.

“Pleased to meet your acquaintance Mr. Jeong.”

He groans. “Stop. No Mr. Jeong. Just Yuri, okay?”

He must get tired of being called that. His family had the Jeong Enterprises to look after. A multi-million dollar company. They had their hands in pretty much everything. The food business… clothing business… art….stocks. Basically if you wanted a successful start in corporation world, Jeong Enterprises were the way to go.

“Okay,” I replied. “Yuri then.”

He gets up and my eyes widen to his heightened stance. He was taller than me. It became more transparent the closer he got. He stopped only a few inches in front of me.

“식사하셨나요?” He asked in Korean. I only just transferred here from the States so my Korean was kind of rusty.

“I’m sorry, my Korean isn’t all that well. I just transferred from the States due to my parents relocating,” I replied. Why was I telling him all this?

He chuckles, again. It was slowly becoming a habit of his. “I asked if you’ve eaten.”

I thought about the cheese and crackers I had to sustain me until the end of my shift. I knew it wouldn’t be enough to hold, but I didn’t know what he wanted from me. “I haven’t.”

Then he smiles widely. “Good. Let’s get something after, okay?”

After? My shift? He hadn’t planned on waiting another two hours had he? I shook my head rapidly. “No, it’s really okay. I have snacks at my desk. I’ll be fine.” But my stomach started saying otherwise. Embarrassed, I grab my chest and almost start to run. His hand grabbed me from leaving.

“Wait here,” he said. Then he proceeded to leave. He left his book bag and pile on books. I don’t know where he went but I had a pretty good feeling he was coming back. So I waited. I settled down in the spot he was in and started rustling through his books. There were some pretty advanced materials in here, but I guess I could not be surprised. He was a Jeong after all. When he finally came back, I had a book in my hand I almost dropped. He held up two egg sandwiches from the convenience store. And one large drink. Did he expect us to share it? He dropped next to me and pushed one of the sandwiches at me. I took it and he looked at me until I unwrapped it and was about halfway through the sandwich. I glanced and he smiled, pushing the drink at me now. I bowed and took it to wash the sandwich down. It was carbonated milk. I only had it once or twice before I left the States. For some reason, this flavor was really good. I looked at the ingredients. I couldn’t understand the characters written, but it looked like a peach picture on the front.

“Thank you,” I said after we both finished our meal.

He held up his hand. “No need to thank me. You wouldn’t have lasted until work was over, right?”

I sighed before nodding. But he was right. I skipped dinner for studying, too. We had a big exam coming up soon. “Actually… I was hoping I can ask you something,” he continued. I stopped from drinking to give him my full attention. “Do you think you could help tutor me?”

I was staring in disbelief. Why would he need me to do that? His grades seem far more better than mine. “I’m not sure why you would want my help.”

“You’re good at equations right? And the formulas?”

“Well… yes.”

“That’s why. You seem to respond a lot faster to them than me. I’ve always been more of a concept oriented type.” I really couldn’t believe Yuri Jeong of all people were asking for my help for our Economics class. I was speechless. He continued to try to get me to agree. “In return, I’ll help you with your Korean?”

I wasn’t expecting all of this. It caught me off guard. But, it seemed harmless. In the end, we would be helping out each other right?

“Okay.” I agreed.

“Great!” He grabbed the drink from my hand and started to down it. I turned away trying not to think about the fact we just indirectly kissed. “And for your first lesson. Okay is 좋아요.”

“좋아요?” I wasn’t sure about the pronunciation but his mouth curling up proved to me that it sounded correct.

“WOW, that’s pretty accurate!” He laughed. “Are you sure you hadn’t spoken Korean before?”

“I took a couple courses in high school but it had been all forgotten when I moved out here.” Again, why was I being so transparent with him?

His multi-colored eyes shift over to me as he hands the half-empty drink back. I stare. He stares. And I ended up drinking after him, again.

“I wonder….” He whispers, glancing over my lips now. “What it would be like to do that, for real?”

“Huh?” I look up from the drink and his lips were only a few inches from mine. My heart starts to pick up speed. He inches more as I backed up and hit my head against the bookcase.

He laughs then backs away to give us breathing room. I don’t know why but the thought of him kissing me, scared me half to death. I wasn’t good with romance. And I never even bothered to have relationships. It was futile. Instead, books were the one place I could receive all the romance I wanted. The real life world just didn’t appeal to me. So…. why? Why did I almost let him do it?

“괜찮으세요?” He asked me. I nodded off of instinct. “You understood me?”

“No,” I confessed. “I just used contexts.”

His grin keeps forming. “You keep surprising me, Ayama.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You too.”

He reached up to pat my head. I hadn’t expected him to be so openly passionate. The Yuri I knew a few weeks ago seemed to brush the world off. Like no one else mattered. But having a meal with him, showed me a Yuri entirely different.

“Should we study in your room?”

The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t thought about this when I agreed to help him. But the library was closed, officially. And he could probably get in trouble if he didn’t leave soon. I’m surprised the security guard hasn’t spotted us. But we were on the second floor and he never came up here.

“Okay,” I replied. At this point, I don’t know what I’m saying. But the thought of him in my room didn’t seem to scare me, entirely.

“Great,” He gets up and puts the leftover books on the cart. “I should get going then. Here- give me your arm,” Once I stood and held out my arm, he grabbed a marker from his bag. He wrote near my left wrist. “This is my personal number, Krin. Call me when you’re done with your shift.”

I nod rapidly like an annoying bobble head. I realized my problem after him leaving. I couldn’t say no to him. Yuri kept just pulling me in and I was gravitating toward his orbit. I held my wrist close a bit after we parted ways. I can’t believe I really wanted him to stay. I shook my head and hid his number under my sleeve. I gathered his books and put them back on the right shelving.

The rest of my shift seemed awfully long. No matter how much I tried to focus, my mind drift off to Yuri. I wondered if he was really waiting for me. I wondered whether he would judge all my things. I never had a boy in my room before this. I never understood what the proper etiquette meant. But it was just studying. And people in general did this kind of thing all the time. I had nothing to be nervous about. It was just the multi-millionaire prodigy that asked my help to study. I groaned, plopping my head on the desk. I saw the security guard rustle in his sleep but he nodded off back in his chair.

I was hopeless. And it was because of Yuri Jeong.

I left for home in a hurry. I don’t know why my legs wanted to sprint throughout campus so badly. Maybe it was because I needed to know. I needed to know if he was really there. Waiting for me. Once I made it on my hallway floor, there was nobody waiting. I blew out air loudly. I’m such an idiot, I thought. Of course-he would not wait for you. You didn’t even call him. I looked at my arm with the smudging numbers and wiped away the rest. It was better for things to stay that way. I closed my door and almost shrieked when I saw Yuri press up on my bed. He was lying there sideways with his leg propped up against the other. He had his head in a book already… it looked like some notes he drawn up.

He looked up and smirked. “Took you long enough, Ayama.”

I looked around for forced entry. Nothing. “How’d- how are you here?”

He held outward to show Valeria’s badge. “I may have paid your roommate for access. She said she wasn’t coming back for the night, anyways.” He closes the book and hops up to get a closer look at me. I glanced at him not knowing what he was looking for, but he then forms a smile. “식사하셨나요?”

“No,” I replied and his eyes widened. I ignored his happy face plastered as I responded correctly. I didn’t want him to distract me for long. I push past him and set my books down. “But we should study now. I don’t want you here all night.”

“No?” He chuckles then leans in to touch my face. “Maybe tell that to your eyes next time.”

“You can’t charm me out of this,” I blinked away as I stated. I didn’t want him to get any closer than he already was.

“So you think I’m charming, Ayama?”

“I think…” his face seemed to never give me breathing room now. I cleared my throat. “I think we are both going to fail if you keep horsing around.”

He groans. “Okay fine. If you quit sounding like my mom.” He finally clears some moving room between us as he mumbling to himself. “What is she? 80?”

“Anyways,” I ignored him. “We should start with formula A then work around the others.”

His chocolate moons lowered. He was glued in to the pre-exam now. It seems his whole body tenses up. I hadn’t noticed the complexion his eyes really had. Not until his eyes landed on the paper. They morphed into two different colors. One brown and one green. I had a theory about Yuri’s eyes. It changed every time he was nervous or excited. That…. vexed me. But I saw he wasn’t lying. He really did hate solving formulas. I eased back a bit to know he actually needed me. I felt a little pride. Something Yuri isn’t good at, is something I was.

“Okay,” he says after finishing the formula for the third time in a row. “This has to be it …. Or I’m dead.”

I rolled my eyes and looked over his answers. I checked mine. It was correct. I almost shrieked in his ear, but refrained. “You got it right.”

“Really?” He grabs the paper with pure excitement. He looks over mine and his answers, held up at the same time. “WHOA! I really got it.”

“Now it should be easy for the other formulas. Just keep adding on the new set of rules.”

“Ayama, you earned this.” He drops everything and leans me against the bottom of my bed rest. His lips brushed against mine, then he gently pushes on them. I closed my eyes and completed the kiss. I was in shock. I don’t even know how my mind felt, my body just reacted. His warmth, his touch, his voice. I was lost in it all.

When I finally did pull away, his eyes flickered back to the deepest brown. His gaze never left me.

“Why?”

Yuri laughs his ass off. “Why I’d kissed you?” His fingers fan through his hair quickly. Never thought I’d see him get flustered. Ever. “I don’t know… but I didn’t hate it.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. It was be merely embarrassing if I told him that was my first kiss. Ever. I turned to my notebook and looked away from his captivating eyes.

“Ayama,” he calls. I refused to turn back. He takes my notebook out of my hands and forces me to look at him now. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No,” I fired. And he backed up at my volume. I shook my head. “It was just…. It was my first kiss, that’s all.” Again I really hate the transparency I have around him.

He really scoffed. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true. I just never liked someone before …to do that with.”

His ever changing eyes almost beamed my head off. Flickering from brown to green. I slipped up yet again. His smile creeps back up as he leans in. “You like me?”

I smacked his head gently. “You already know the answer to that.”

“No-I need to hear you say it.” He stared down at me.

I sighed. What was wrong was me? I really wanted to give him what he wanted in this moment. “I like you, Yuri Jeong.”

His smile widens more at the phrase. “Good. Now go out with me, Erin Ayama.”

“No,” I said flatly.

“Why not?”

“I don’t do relationships.”

“You just told me you never had one, though.”

“That isn’t the point.”

“Then, what is?” His eyebrows creased. He really seemed upset by this. I could tell the way his eyes clouded over into darkness. He wasn’t happy with my answer.

“I only agreed to help you study.”

“So? What’s so bad about agreeing to go out with me now?”

I couldn’t tell him I was terrified. Love …. Relationships… they never work. It was a business transaction between my parents. The only reason they stay together was because of me.

“You barely know me, Yuri.”

“So I’ll learn.”

“Can’t you just let this go?”

“No,” he protested, almost whined if I didn’t know any better. “I can’t because… well it’s you, Erin.”

“What does that even mean?”

He chuckled softly. “A lot…. You mean a lot.”

“I don’t know…” I chewed my inner cheek rapidly. He was slowly wearing me down, but there was still something stopping me.

“Look- I’ll make you a deal, okay?” He said, appearing to the critical side of me. “One date. Tonight. You hate it? You will never hear me ask you out again.” I almost protested but he held his finger up to my lips, stopping me. “ I’m not done- if you love it…. then I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Ayama.”

I scratched my nose, removing his hold on me. I can’t believe I was even considering any of this. But I would be lying if I said Yuri Jeong didn’t intrigue me. No, it was more than that. I was infatuated. Slightly.

“Fine. One date.”

He smirks. “Great. And I know just the place. Let’s go.”

My mouth dropped at the black tinted Tesla that pulled up in front of my building. I looked around to make sure no one in my hall could recognize me from getting in. I didn’t want this to be a whole thing. I was already receiving a lot of missed text messages from Valeria’s impulsive bubbling. I sighed as I closed my phone, I should have just turned it off. I knew she would not stop until she got answers.

The window rolls down and Yuri screams, “Ayama! Will you go out with me?!”

I rushed in the car and shut the door. I almost strangled him for not closing his mouth sooner. “Shut up! You want the whole girls’ dormitory to know you’re out here?”

He smirks, devilish. “So?”

I push him and told him to keep his eyes front. “Drive before I change my mind.”

“Ah, Ayama! Let’s have some fun!” He shook my shoulder before pulling off.

We pulled up to an abandoned arcade. The parking lot was cracked and full of smaller pot holes. The doorway was rusted with debris and the graffiti writing was everywhere. This had to be a joke. I turned to Yuri and he was already unbuckling his seat belt. Once I followed him out, hiding my confusion, he clicked a button on his key fob and his Tesla parked on its own in this hidden garage on the side of the building.

“Come on, this way,” Yuri says as he grabs my arm reluctantly. I was getting use to him reaching out for me every time I was around. I was tense, but I told my shoulders to relax the closer we got to the door.

“You see the abandoned building too, right?” I asked, just to confirm I wasn’t hallucinating.

He smiles slightly before lifting this hidden key pad and pressing a series of numbers, then patterns? Then … sequencing tiles. What the hell is he bringing me to? If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was gonna reveal a mafia drug trade. Or a spy division. But… I did know better. And I knew Yuri Jeong. He wouldn’t be apart of either. Once the keypad was cleared and blinked green rapidly, there was a whooshing sound to the doorway, it opened sideways. Another cascade. The inside revealed a place that was no where near abandoned. It was an underground high resolution virtual reality gamer club. There were people already playing on virtual-reality machines that Illuminated in front of their covered up eyes. And there was rows of them. I walked in almost immediate. I didn’t even realize I broke away from Yuri until his laughter was coming up behind me.

“Scared yet?” He teased.

I almost tripped over my own feet from looking around so much. There was some expensive equipment. So many consoles that were displayed. The neon and clean look made us look like we stepped into another universe. There was a bar and a lounge area. The seats were lit up with neon cushions too. They looked like splattered paint clouds.

“How did you know?” I asked him, turning around to see his expression. His eyebrow raised to give off an aloof look.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ayama.”

“Bullshit, Yuri. You found out I played video games …. professionally. Who could have-“ then I sighed, and closed my eyes answering my own question. “I’m gonna kill Val.”

He breaks and chuckles as his arm wraps around my shoulders. “To be frank, I would’ve found out either way. Val just made it easier for me.” Then he nudged at the virtual chair that was grabbing the most attention from the crowd. “Care to give it a go?”

I looked at it, curious. “What is it?”

“It’s called Blackout. It’s actually the most popular virtual game we have. I’m pretty sure you can get an idea why.”

“What’s the maximum bpm for the amount played?”

He looked at me, almost in awe. “182 bpm was the highest. Well… before he passed out.”

“Tough break,” I grinned, slightly. I was confident enough to beat that and not be close to loosing conscious. But I didn’t know if I should do it. I made a promise to my parents that this life was behind me. They found it trivial. I found it wildly exquisite.

“What do you say, Ayama?” He egged on. “Ready to flirt with danger?”

I snorted. “Didn’t take you as a gamer, Jeong.” He frowned at the last name, I ignored his look. “But I’ll sit this one out.”

“Funny, didn’t take you as a quitter, Ayama.” He shrugged and moved forward. “Well, all the more reason to watch me shine.”

“Step aside, step aside, VIP player coming in the fold.” The intercom blasted overhead. I looked up to notice a tinted screen with people walking around in this clear chamber. That must be the powerhouse where all the security is been held. Of course, they had to look out for hackers with all this heavy equipment around.

“Try not to fall too behind,” Yuri teased as he clips my chin upward before he threw his jacket across the railing. He jumped over shortly after. The crowd made a swift move out of his way as he daps almost everyone he passes. I realized… in that moment, Yuri Jeong was a bit of a show-off. By then, the massive blacken leather chair was cleared and he plopped his happy ass right in the seat. There were wiring that floated around and came across his arms. I didn’t notice before… but he had several tattoos on each arm. I couldn’t make out the pictures from where I was standing, but it seems to only stop before his elbows. The projector behind him shined as a white screen came down. It played some eerie music before going into the main screen. The crowd was losing it. The title, Blackout, slammed on the board and Yuri’s avatar appeared. He looked like a clone. The avatar collected all his features… perfectly.

The intercom chimed back in. “Alright, gamers. You know the rules. No one goes past the railing while the player in combat mode. And everyone- back up will you? I know he’s a superstar, but can he get some breathing room … please?”

I chuckled at the annoyance the announcer was having. But everyone listened. I tried to push a bit forward to still see. Once I got a clearer picture, I leaned against the rail and watch Yuri take everyone on an adventure.

“Game cleared. Yuri Jeong newest high score with 12,457,365 kills. He still ranks number one. He was centered at 152 bpm.”

I saw Yuri covered in sweat, though. His brown eyes are a hazy gaze when they finally found me amongst the crowd. He was still trying to catch his breath as the wiring was removed from his skin. He flexed his wrists as he tried to gain feeling back into them. I don’t know why, but I was hooked on every movement he did.

He got up and ignored everyone giving him praise now. He made a B line for me. I already knew what he was going to ask.

I smiled as we both asked it. “식사하셨나요?”

Then he laughed after he threw his jacket over my shoulders. “Okay, smart ass. Let’s go. Date isn’t over yet.”

“Bummer,” I pretended to be sad about it.

“Ayama…. Don’t toy with me.” He peered to me as we made our exit a different way. When we reached the garage, his Tesla beeped and pulled up to the sideway entrance. “You’re having fun and you know it.”

I made a face and got in the car without responding. Of course I was having fun. I had no idea Korea was a place that had a gaming world like this. I was really trying to refrain from going back to the old me.

We pulled up to a quiet sushi lounge. He parked the car and sat there silently. I almost unbuckled my seat belt until I saw his face.

“Yuri, what’s wrong?”

“Blackout,” he mumbles. Then he looks up at me. “I own it. All of it. Away from my family’s company.”

“Oh.” Oh?! I had no idea he was also the owner of such a clever hideout. Now I understood the secrecy. His family would probably tear it down if they ever found out. I got what he was trying to ask me. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

“I’m sorry to put you in a weird spot. But I wanted to show you a part of my world. I knew…. you would love it.”

“I did.”

His head snapped upward, he blinked and his eyes rested at the brown and green again. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Yuri. I think it’s really cool what you’re doing with that place.”

“Cool enough for you to go back there? As a player?”

I sighed, I couldn’t really think about gaming. Not right now. “Let’s go eat.”

“Okay, Ayama.” He didn’t argue with me this time. As I turned to open my car door, Yuri offered me his hand. I didn’t know he ran to beat me on purpose. But, it was cute. Either way, I couldn’t stop myself from clasping against his chilled hand.

When we get our table, it’s a booth that is somewhat secluded. The snow started to fall gently against the window cell. I looked out to see the streets being slowly covered in a white, fluffy blanket. When I turned back around, Yuri was staring at me.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I began to reach for my cheek, but he grabbed my hand.

“No, I just- I was thinking about the first time I saw you.” Yuri explained. “You probably don’t remember- but we bumped into each other the first day of school. I still have that coffee stain on the jacket I wore.”

My eyes widened. “That was you?”

He leans back, chuckling. “Yes. You were in such a hurry on the first day. You never looked up at me. But, I knew then…” Yuri places his hand across the table, neatly. “I had to know you.”

“I’ll pay for you dry cleaning,” I blurted out. I blinked. I knew that wasn’t the point he was making, but the embarrassment continued to rise.

“Ayama…” Yuri sighs my name out before turning to the window. “I don’t need any dry cleaning-I need for you to agree to go out with me.”

“좋아요.” I responded, his head rushed back to my face. I think we were both seeing if that was the right answer. He didn’t respond in the traditional sense. Yuri got up from his seat and leaned down towards me. He places his hands on the sides of my cheek and mushed his lips on me. I didn’t tense up this time. My mouth was learning his. I let myself get lost in him, touching me once again. I noticed how soft his lips truly were as they added more pressure. He opened his mouth smoothly, gliding my tongue into his. It was so much heat between our motions. I felt like the kiss lasted for hours. We were so wrapped up in each other, we hadn’t realize a waiter clearing their throat for our attention.

“Should I come back another time?”

Yuri scooted next to me, sitting down. He smiled at the waiter “No, we’re ready.”

After we finished eating, Yuri Jeong dropped me off back off at my dormitory. I got out and walked forward. I hesitated. I didn’t want to leave him just yet. Then I remembered Valeria wasn’t coming back tonight. I didn’t know if I could ask him, but when I turned back, he was already looking at me.

“Want to come up?” I asked, shyly.

His eyes changed to a glistening green, as he showed his teeth. “I’ll go park the car.”

I waited in my dorm, pacing. This was the first night I would have … with a boy in my room. First ever to sleepover. I didn’t know how to feel. I was excited, but a little worried. When there was a knock, I stopped walking midway.

I cleared my throat. “Come in.”

Yuri Jeong opened and closed the door in a swift manner. He chuckled as he noticed my awkward position. “You look scared, Ayama. Trust me- I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“I know. That’s not why I-,” then I shook my head. “Forget it.”

“I would like to kiss you again, though.”

“You would?”

Then Yuri walks so close to me, my heart almost fell through my chest. “Yes, 키스 해줘.” My stomach started to flutter and this time, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I tilted my head toward him, waiting for the impact. But he didn’t move. He just froze like he was studying my face. Then his fingers brush against my lips. I gasped. I didn’t expect his fingers to feel so good. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

I kissed him. He picks me up and sat me on the bed. I didn’t want that to break my concentration, but man… he was making it hard for me not to notice every move his hands made, brushing against me. I peeled his jacket off him and he reluctantly followed my lead. When the jacket fell, we figured that was the perfect time to come up from air.

“We will go slow, okay?” Yuri breathed out between kisses across my face. “Let me know when to stop.”

I just nod. I didn’t think my words would be relevant in this moment. I just knew… I wanted him. Badly.

“Yuri?”

“예?”

“Don’t stop.”

His emeralds dazzled in surprise. But he started to slowly peel off my clothing one by one. My shirt went first. He left trail of kisses in the middle of my arm as it wrapped around his neck. He pulled me off the bed and now buried me into the wall. The rush sent my heart racing but I couldn’t get a chance to feel it. I was aware of every moment Yuri hands stopped and started on me. I don’t know how we ended up on the couch but he chose this moment to slide his milk hands down my thighs, removing my pants. Then went for what was underneath. His hands found a clever way to connect with me. I jolted back in the couch in disbelief. He was really touching me… I think - I almost forgot to breathe. The tingling started to weigh over. And then he swirled in circular motions, his fingers were really working me. I closed my eyes for a bit.

“Hey, none of that Ayama.” Yuri warned, my eyes popped opened directly at him. He stares into me, hungrily. “You will look at me the whole way.”

I couldn’t resist his command. I was under his spell, entirely. So I stared Yuri while he continued to finger me. I was starting to instinctively feel the switches of his fingers. The pacing between them. Each time heightened. Each movement weighed as our eyes were locked in this eccentric dance. I knew when he finally sped up, I was done for. My body felt weightless when I finally did climax against his hand. He drags my juices across his plumped lips.

“I really been wondering how good you tasted since …” His eyes rolled back after confirming. “Since I laid eyes on you.”

“Then do it.” I stated, still scrambling from the last encounter. “Taste me, Yuri.”

He chuckles silently and continues to licks his fingers. His tongue snakes out before he looks back at me, exposed. “Ayama…. that’s an interesting look you’re making. But I don’t want to keep taking advantage of you.”

“그렇게 …해주세요…” I whispered. I knew that got his attention sure enough. His head tilted slightly before it was buried inside me now. I wasn’t finding it no where enough. I wanted him to feel me in every way he wanted. His tongue slowly pushed against me and my hips went forward to match his rhythm. The currency was unbearable but I wasn’t afraid. Being with him this way seemed like floating clouds around a hailing storm. The contrast of electric currents eventually weighed my body into completion. We were both left heavily breathing and Yuri reached over into his jacket and held up a golden wrapper.

“Can I?” Yuri almost sounded desperate. I bit my lip before he kissed me off.

“Yes,” I said, breathless. He gets up to drop his pants and I noticed his black Calvin’s hugging his package. My eyes widen at the size but I was also getting impatient. I hadn’t notice how much I was craving him until now. “Yuri?”

He hugged my face after he finished wrapping. “I’ll take care of you, Ayama. Don’t worry.” He moved me to my bed and I started to feel more at ease. I don’t know if it was soften pillows or the cotton sheets against our skins, but Yuri leading me into new territory wasn’t so scary. He laid me back so gently as he came down on top of me. He grasped my thigh up and around him. He began to sink into me. I braced myself. It was so much resistance at first, but afterwards… my body started to feel so complete. Yuri Jeong was fully inside my body. Our bodies musically collided in between. He covered every spot that was lacking. I held every temperament he was feeling. It felt so freeing…. from so much craving. Our pace sped up as we desperately wanted to be each other’s release.

“더 빠르게…. 더 빠르게….. 더 빠르게.” Yuri said in my ear over and over. Even though I couldn’t understand his words clearly, my body just reacted to whatever he wanted. We both went into overdrive until he collapsed on top of me. Yuri’s hair drenched my chest with sweat but I couldn’t care. I ended up caressing his hair back and forth as his eyes slightly closed.

Moments passed, we laid like that for awhile. Until he pulled completely out, to clean everything up. When he came back from the bathroom, his briefs were back on again. He jumped into bed with me as I shrieked a little. He wrapped his inked arms around me as he pulled me close. I snuggled my nose against his chest. I gotten use to his close breath.

“괜찮?” Yuri’s voice trailed over me.

“예.”

“잘 자다, Ayama.”

“잘 자다, Yuri.”

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Well, since you mentioned it, I can't unthink it so... Jal + 18. A pool at night… with alligators ;)

😁 ok, finally fleshed out the full idea for this@hersilentlanguage

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"You call this...a pool?"

Mal toes her boot along the ledge, scrunching her nose as she watches the mud squish along the sole. She pulls back, casting an irritated sideways glance when she hears Jay's chuckle.

"Not a pool for us, Miss Priss," he teases, swatting at Mal's tongue when she leans forward to stick it out in his face. "Get that thing away! I swear I brought you here for a reason, ok? And it's not for swimming. Just chill out and let me show you."

"Show me what," Mal groans, slumping onto a tiny patch of grass. She draws her knees up close and tips forward, her eyes searching the black, murky waters in the massive...swimming hole? Just in front of them. A putrid rotten egg smell wafts through her nostrils and Mal can't fight back a grimace.

Poor Jay must be losing it if he thinks a place like this could be fun.

Jay tuts and shakes his head, as if he can sense her skepticism. "Stop fucking doubting me, just watch."

He grabs a rock and rolls it between his fingers as he peers intensely at the water. Mal almost snorts at his concentrated face, with just the tiniest bit of tongue jutting out between his lips. But before she can say a word he chucks the rock pointedly at the water. It flies through the air quietly, arcing just before it makes contact with the surface.

SNAP

Mal nearly shrieks when a massive set of teeth clap sharply at the rock, the form of a massive, muddy gator breaking the surface for just a second before sinking back down now that the potential attack seems to be gone.

"Fuck! That's insane!" She yelps, and Jay cackles at her wide-eyed expression, clapping happily.

"Told ya, little shit. Maybe you should trust me sometimes."

Mal glares at him, grumbling quietly as she picks up a rock of her own.

"Well maybe if you had ideas like this more often, I would," she retorts, grinning slightly before launching her rock at the water. She giggles at the satisfying snap that follows, the new gator jumping so high out of the water that it slams down onto Jay's and is forced to roll itself off while the other tries to buck him away.

"Not bad Mals," Jay admires with an approving click of his tongue. "I guess you don't really need any practice before we start, huh?"

"Start what?" She tosses another rock into the pool, laughing gleefully when a third gator's back slams into the rolling one.

Jay laughs and throws in a rock too, prompting another gator to jump over the first. "The game. Come on M, do you even know me?? It's time to make this interesting!"

"Oh yeah? So, what? Whoever gets the most gator snaps wins??"

"Exactly." Jay grins widely, raising a brow. "And now, we add the stakes."

"Ohhhh I like how you think!" Mal jumps upright and leans closer. "Did you have something in mind?"

"I had a thought," Jay muses. But he suddenly makes a fist and punches it at Mal after he hears her muttering something about smelling something burning.

"Fine, FINE! Share already!" She snaps, turning her head away to avoid flinching at his swing.

Jay purses his lips, curling them into a small smile. "The loser...has to pants the Gastons tomorrow. When-" he adds, poking two fingers at Mal's chest "they start harassing Blueberry and Brainiac for their homework. Like they do every morning," he hisses, annoyance flashing across his features.

"What, are you sick of just using them as punching bags?" Mal snickers, her eyes trained in the dirt as she starts to grab for more rocks.

"It gets boring," he agrees with a casual shrug. "And it’s fun to fuck with them. Can you imagine Third all pissed and trying to chase us with his pants around his ankles??"

Jay look at Mal, mouth clenched shut. They keep eye contact for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“You’re on,” Mal quips.

Jay pumps his fist sharply. “Yes! C and E are gonna love us.”

He scrambles on all fours to start scooping up the rocks around him, gathering up a pile on the ground and fisting rocks into his palms. Mal does the same, shuffling close to Jay at one point to bump his shoulder and cause the rocks in his hand to tumble out. He snorts and drops what he has onto his pile on the ground before shoving Mal backwards by the shoulders and letting her topple over.

Mal huffs and kicks at the dirt when she hits lands on the ground, knocking over his pile of rocks in the process. She scrambles away quickly before he can grab for her, backing herself up against a nearbly tree and plucking a rock from her fingers. She raises it high, poised to throw it, before she stops.

Jay tilts his head and watches Mal. She’s chewing on her lip now, unmoving, staring out along the water. She lets her hand fall, still clutching the rock, and Jay gives her a confused look.

“What?? Are the gators freaking you out all of a sudden? My...fear-full leader?” Jay teases, looking all-too pleased with himself.

Mal glowers at him, then holds up the rock in her hand to focus on it instead.

“No,” she answers casually, still looking at the rock. “I was just...thinking. You know how Evie always tells us she wishes we didn’t have to fight?”

“Yeah,” Jay agrees, smiling a little. “C does, too. Actually, he just looks like he’s trying not cry when he sees us fight,” he adds with a chuckle.

Mal laughs quietly, rolling the rock over in her fingers. “I bet they’d love if we just did something crazy like that. Dropping pants and just...make the Gastons fall over. They’ll look like idiots. I bet they just run off all embarassed and then we won’t have to throw a single punch.”

“Eves would LOVE that,” Jay admits. “You’d make her so fucking happy. And C.”

“They might even thank us. Or something.”

Jay shakes his head. “Nah, probably just give us a hug. Or...”

He glances at Mal and she quirks a smile at him. They sit in silence for a few moments, sharing occassional looks at each other as they carefully gather more rocks into their laps, slowly picking up speed with every passing second until their piles are spilling over and Jay leaps to his feet.

“Ok, winner gets to pants the Gastons instead. And...go!”

“Fuck you, Jay!” Mal shrieks, darting up and hurling rocks as she goes. “I’ll kick your ass!”

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theeslytherinslut · 3 years

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A Shit Tutor (4/?)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Word Count: 1,581

Warnings: language, none

A/N: sorry for the hiatus guys! Some of you guys now but I’m in college and nearing the end of the semester so the workload is getting more intense. And on top of that I’m working on writing an actual book lol. So a lot going on rn but I’ll try to work out a more regular posting schedule. Anyway, thanks for reading!!!

~Masterlist~

“Up! Up! Up!” your alarm clock chirped, excited to fulfill its role.

“Alright,” you moaned into your pillow, turning onto your side.

“Did you hear me? It’s time to get up!” it chirped once more.

“I heard you! I’ll be up in a minute,” you whined, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“The first to rise is always most wise!” it sang; your mother thought the clock was quite funny, especially knowing how grumpy you were in the mornings.

“Fucking fine! I’m up! You obnoxiously cheerful sodding clock,” you grumped, rolling out of your bed.

“Always such a pleasure,” the clock quipped back before the gears resembling eyes slid closed once more.

“I was just about to wake you myself,” Jal said, poking her head around the corner, grinning at you as she braided her hair back. You merely grunted in response, attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes. “You always were a graceful riser.”

Shooting her a glare, she grinned and disappeared back into her section of the room. Yawning, you pulled a brush through your hair and clipped it up and out of your face, dawning your uniform for the day. Just as you were finished tying your tie, Jal called out to you.

“C’mon, we’ve already missed breakfast. I’m not being late to McGonagall for you,” she warned. Realizing she was right, you cursed under your breath and slung your bag onto your shoulder, jogging after Jal.

The morning had been hell, you’d forgotten your report for McGonagall in your dorms, and even though it was done, the witch had taken 5 points for not having with you. In Ancient Runes, you’d been half asleep when Professor Babbling called on you--you gave the wrong answer. Jal’s snickers all throughout were of no help to your mood, and by lunch, you were positively bitchy.

“Sweet Salazar, someone’s got their knickers in a bunch this morning, haven’t they?” Jal said, looking amused at your grumpy face.

“It would help if you weren’t so goddamn giggly. Old McGonagall takes 5 points, and it’s somehow funny to you,” you pouted, lowering your eyes at her as the two of you stepped into the Great Hall. As you walked past the Gryffindor table, you could’ve sworn you heard the gangly redhead say your name, but when you turned to throw daggers, the bushy-haired girl that was always with them quickly hushed him up so you couldn’t be sure.

“If you weren’t the one getting points taken, you wouldn’t be so bitchy,” Jal sighed as you glared at the three. Harry looked up and started at the malice in your face, but the girl with them snapped her fingers and called his attention once more.

“Yeah, well, it was me, wasn’t it?” you grumped as the two of you came to the Slytherin table; just as you were about to slide onto the bench, you heard your name.

“Y/N!” a nearby voice called. Shocked, you looked to find a pale hand waving you up the table. Looking over at Jal, she wore the look you imagined was on your face as well and shrugged.

“Go on,” she said after a moment, waving you on.

“Y/N!” the voice called again.

“Go!” she called again, waving her hands at you as she moved to sit.

“Come with me!” you called, suddenly intensely nervous.

“What?” she said, suddenly looking scared.

“Come on!” you hissed, grasping her wrist tightly and dragging her along with you. She resisted for a minute, but as the two of you got closer, she recovered and walked with you.

“Yes?” you said, stopping in front of Draco as he smirked at you. Turning around in his seat across from Draco, you felt Jal stiffen as Blaise’s eyes traveled along her figure.

“Jaltrece, right?” he smirked, his voice like butter. Looking at him now, you could definitely see the appeal. His jaw was simply unforgiving and the muscles tensed as he looked at Jal; she seemed to have lost her voice. His dark eyes were alight with amusement at her awkwardness, and it was a moment before you could pull your eyes from him. As fair as Blaise was dark, sitting across from him was Draco, grinning at you in amusement as well.

“Jal,” she choked out after an awkward pause. Clearing her throat, she spoke again. “It’s Jal.”

“Jal,” he repeated, and you could have sworn you saw her knees tremble a bit. “Care to sit?”

Words failing her, she nodded dumbly and slid into the spot next to him. Gesturing with his own arm, Draco beckoned you to the other side of the table. Walking around it, you smiled sheepishly and slid into the spot next to him.

“Thought we might sit together. How’s your morning?” he asked as he buttered a biscuit.

“Pretty shit, honestly. Forgot my Transfiguration report, so McGonagall took 5 points, then I gave the wrong answer in Ancient Runes, not to mention the bloody staircase changed on the way here, so I got lost for a bit,” you sighed.

“I’ll never understand why they made the sodding staircases change--as if the castle wasn't confusing enough,” he agreed, shaking his head. “Father says it was Rowena Ravenclaw who insisted on it; I thought the Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent.”

“Nothing says intelligence like unnecessarily enchanting the staircases in an utterly massive castle to get you lost,” you sighed, filling your plate. He laughed lightly, and you snuck a look at him as he did so; his true smiles were so rare. “Besides, have you seen that one Ravenclaw?”

“Which one?” he asked, grinning.

“The airhead; the one who wears bloody radishes for jewelry,” you laughed.

“The one who follows after Potter and his followers like a bloody puppy dog? Loony?” he asked, looking annoyed as he spoke of Harry.

“Loony?” you laughed.

“You haven’t heard her nickname? I thought everyone had,” he laughed back, lifting his goblet to his lips.

“Evidently not. Nobody tells me anything--that’s incredible, Loony, ha!” you laughed again. Draco smiled at you and seemed to study your face. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at his intense attention, you let your Y/C/H hair curtain over your face.

“So, were you planning on a Hogsmeade trip this weekend? It’s the first of the year,” he asked conversationally.

“Probably. Jal here is a sugar addict; she never misses a Honeydukes trip,” you teased. She scowled darkly at you.

“Blaise keeps a stash of pepper imps underneath his bed; he isn’t the only sugar addict,” Draco said, grinning as well at his friend.

“Careful, Malfoy. I think what you keep hidden under your bed is a bit more interesting,” Blaise said darkly. Obviously, your interest was piqued. Looking at Draco, you found his features paler than normal and started a bit at the intensity in his glare. Nobody glared like a Malfoy glared.

“Touche, Zabini,” he muttered darkly, his smugness leaking back into his face as he noticed you watching. “Fancy a partner?”

“Sorry?” you asked, almost choking on your chip.

“To Hogsmeade? How would you fancy accompanying me?” Draco asked, turning on his charm as he smirked at you. Dazed, you felt your heart rate pick up in your chest.

“Er, yeah. Yes, I, uh, I suppose that would be alright,” you said, trying to sound appeasingly nonchalant. Looking up, you saw Jal smirking and knew you failed.

“Excellent, I’ll meet you in the courtyard after breakfast on Saturday?” he smiled.

“It’s a date,” you smiled back, but then your insides turned ice cold. “Shit, er, didn’t mean it like that. Was just trying to be funny.”

Your face was positively burning hot; it seemed it had leeched all of the blood from your body. Cursing yourself internally, you bit the inside of your cheek and hoped to Godric he’d let it go.

“It’s a date,” he repeated and delivered a swift kiss to your cheek. Shocked, you actually choked on the chip headed down your throat this time. Coughing violently, you were all too aware of the eyes now watching you. Despite all your coughing, your body couldn’t seem to dislodge the piece of food, and breathing was impossible; though, if you were to die right there, you didn’t think you'd mind too much. I mean, here you were actually choking to death because Draco Malfoy had asked you on a date and gave your cheek a kiss.

“Apapneo,” you heard suddenly. Surprised, but cherishing the air now flowing to your lungs, you gave a grateful smile to your savior.

“Try to chew next time, yes?”

To your utter annoyance, Snape was the one who happened to be passing by to get to the staff table at the time of your choking.

“Right, thank you, Professor,” you forced through grit teeth. Without another word, Snape began making his way up once more.

“You are the only Slytherin I’ve ever met that Snape actively dislikes,” Blaise said after a moment.

“You’re telling me!” you sighed exasperatedly. “All because I’m not too good at Potions,”

The three of them gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, alright. I’m rubbish, I know, thank you,” you said, offering them your favorite finger. And because why wouldn’t you be, you were caught.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” you heard. Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath; it was simply not your day. “Another 5 from Slytherin,” McGonagall quipped.

“I am on a roll today,” you sighed. If you didn’t start finding humor in the events of the day, someone was going to be dead by sunrise.

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

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Dream in a Dream (M)

pairing: Prince!Ten x Princess!You

word count: 6k

warnings: written in 3rd person, mature content, fluffy, ten being the love of my life

synopsis: The Four Great Kingdoms took turns to maintain the peace of a planet called Mahabhuta. However, when minor rebellions threaten its stability, two kingdoms seek an alliance. But, hearts could never be war weapons. What to do when one of them is already committed to another?

Inspired by indian/turkish stuff and Avatar lol

[a/n]: since he (and his smile) was the reason i started stanning nct back in march 2016 (lol) i decided to post this here, the original version is in portuguese and posted on my fic site. happy bday, phonphon, you deserve the world.

also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please let me know!

First of all, a small glossary so you don’t get lost:

The cycle of the Great Kingdoms of Mahabhuta takes place by:

Kingdom of Prithvi (Kingdom of Earth)

Kingdom of Apas-Jal (Kingdom of Water)

Kingdom of Agni (Kingdom of Fire)

Kingdom of Vayu (Kingdom of Air)

However, there is Akasha (Heaven, "vacuum"), by which all other kingdoms are "subjected". Akasha’s laws override any other law, as they were enacted prior to the division of Mahābhūta.

The hierarchy in each kingdom consists of:

Samraat and Samrajni – emperor and empress;

Maharaja and Maharani – king and queen, used formally for the heirs of the throne;

Raja and Rani – king and queen, used informally with the heirs of the throne.

Some words used by the characters and their meanings:

Evet: an informal way of saying “yes”;

Nei: an informal way of saying “no”;

Shokran: “thanks” said from peasants to monarchs;

Shukriya: “thanks” said from monarchs to peasants;

Olum: interjection of astonishment, incredulity.

Om Shanti: good luck.

Findi: petname, which can mean both “love” and “sweetheart”, normally related to married couples.

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Border between Vayu and Prithvi, Apas-Jal Era.

Some carriages and soldiers crossed the bridge across the border of the Kingdom of Prithvi. Everyone there was fully aware of what they were doing, but no one hesitated. Keeping Maharani of Vayu happy was the only thing they were looking for.

“Rani Y/N are you sure that Raja Chittaphon will be waiting for us?” Ipek, Y/N’s chaperone and personal maid, asked worriedly.

“Evet.” Y/N nodded. “It’s our only chance.”

“Samraat Bhima will be horrified when he notices that you are missing.”

“He will.” The princess smiled. “But he’ll eventually understand that I had to.”

“Everyone will be delighted when you get married to Raja Chittaphon, right?!” Ipek smiled when she noticed how the girl’s face lit up at her question.

“Hopefully so, Ipek. That’s what I’m aiming for.” Y/N sighed, biting another smile. Remembering Chittaphon always resulted in moments like that, where everything melted and she became a puddle of love.

She still shivered like a fool when she remembered when they met.

Flashback on

Jala, Kingdom of Apas-Jal, 3 years ago

The corridors of the Palace of Jala were huge and very confusing. There were no separated doors, let alone identification by floors or wings. Y/N walked blindly through them, because she couldn’t remember where they assigned her rooms earlier.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not here.” One of the doors opened and a boy came out of it, on his back, wearing a typical outfit of the monarchs she knew.

“Olum!” Y/N froze on her place.

“Oh, are you the owner of this room?” He turned to her, drawing her attention to the pair of amused chestnut eyes that stared at her.

“Nei, nei. I’m lost.” She confessed. “I thought the floor was empty.”

“They told me that the Kingdom of Agni would be on the third floor, according to the cycle, but I confess I’m having trouble counting. Is it the third excluding the ground floor, or the third from the ground?” The boy smiled and she felt her heart flutter.

She absolutely adored smiles.

And... Olum, that smile was out of this world!

“Well, guess I’m twice wrong, then.” she blushed.

“You’re not from Agni, I suppose.”

“Nei. I’m from Vayu.” She extended her hand, indicating the ring of the Compass Rose, which was the symbol of her kingdom. “I ended getting lost...”

“Ten, from Agni.” the boy showed his own ring too, a ruby sun adorning his hand. Only monarchs wore such rings. “Maybe if we go back where you came from, we’ll be able to find your chaperone.”

“Y/N, from Vayu.” She bowed, understanding now with whom she spoke. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Maharaja Chittaphon.”

“Olum, it can’t be!” Another lovely smile painted his thin lips. “Maharani Y/N Vatavaran?” Ten sounded excited. ��I spent years trying to get to know you!”

“Really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Indeed! Did you think that you could remain incognito forever? All kingdoms are curious about the Heiress of the Air.” he signalled for them to start walking. He couldn’t touch her until they were officially introduced. “I suppose you make your debut at tonight’s ball?”

“My parents decided that it’s time for me to seek popularity.” She nodded. “I’m a little afraid, you know? Balls have always seemed too formal.”

“And they are.” Ten agreed. “But as soon as we are introduced, I’ll ask for one dance, and I hope you’ll save me a page on your card.”

“As I don’t know anyone, you’ll have them all.” She laughed.

“Perfect! So I won’t have to keep company with the Apas.”

“Don’t you like water?”

“I don’t like anything that puts out fire.” Ten joked casually, and then realized that the princess was puzzled by his comment. “Don’t worry, the air tends to spread it. I really like the air.” The same amusement gleam flashed through those chestnut eyes.

Y/N also had made up her mind: she liked the fire a lot.

End of flashback

Closing her eyes, Y/N waited for the right time to relax. When the antelope’s hooves stopped, she knew it was near.

“Maharani Vatavaran, we have arrived.” One of the soldiers tapped the carriage window twice, breaking the silence. “Maharaja Bhumi is waiting for you.”

“I’ll go down. Shukriya.” Y/N smiled. “We’ll meet tomorrow, Ipek. Watch out for any strange movements, pay close attention to the air! As we are in Prithvi you may feel weaker, but just focus on the atmosphere.”

“Evet, evet. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Ipek rushed her.

“Off I go.” Y/N smiled. “Wish me luck.”

“Om Shanti.” Ipek raised her hands to her face, crossing them in the shape of a bird and touching her forehead between them, a gesture of undoubted respect to Her Highness.

Y/N got out of the carriage and came across Bhumi, Prithvi’s heir. They had become very close friends when they were in Jala, because Bhumi was Ten’s close cousin. Adding up to their escapade, Varaha, capital of Prithvi, was extremely close to Akasha – if all went well, they’d need just two days to arrive there.

“I’m glad you made it!” Bhumi hugged her. “Ten must be on his way.” He signalled for a carriage behind them. “If they saw Vayu’s carriage we might have had problems, so I thought it is better to use mine until we get to the house.”

“Thanks for helping.” She thanked him, getting into the car.

“You know my weaknesses are love stories, Y/N.” Bhumi laughed. “I asked some guards to take the road to Akasha and they reported that it is in perfect condition. I separated two stops, one in Urvarak and the other in Chattaan; if you manage to reach Chattaan tomorrow by the afternoon, Akasha is just an hour away, so you can rest and do everything at dawn. I estimate that by lunchtime you’ll be married.” Bhumi gave her hands a soft squeeze. “Om Shanti, cousin.”

“Thank you, dear. But can’t we go straight to Chattaan?”

“It’d be very risky and a tad tiring. If other guards notice a strange movement on the roads, it’ll be warned to my father and everything will go down the drain.”

“Then we will follow the pace of normal travelers.” Y/N nodded. “Ipek is following in a carriage with some of my guards, but there is nothing that indicates my presence or relation to me. Do you think they are in danger?”

“If there’s nothing of yours with her, then I don’t believe so.” Bhumi waved a hand, dispensing bad luck. “As soon as they reach Urvarak, if they wish, they can go up in the air and proceed directly to Akasha, without stopping by Chattaan, or just taking a short rest. But, in my point of view, it’d be a little risky, no? Since your father will notice your disappearance in a few hours...”

“I’ll talk to Ipek, then. It would be really good if we had someone waiting for us in Akasha.” Y/N stared at the road. “How long does it take for Urvarak?”

“If you leave this morning, you’ll be there before sunset. That, of course, if you stop to eat and everything.” Bhumi loosened a belt that held his royal attire. “We will be near Varaha in a few minutes, but I’ll drop you off at home and go to the palace. You need to be aware because only Ten knows where it is.”

“Do you think he hasn’t arrived yet?”

“I don’t know how it went with the guards at the border, even if I let them know he was coming.” Bhumi sighed. “In times of crisis, things get chaotic.’

“I hope we don’t make this a bigger problem.” Y/N sighed.

“Love inevitably creates problems, baby.” he laughed. “But, a Maharaja has always been able to choose his wife and vice versa. I don’t see your marriage as an affront to Mahabhuta’s balance, but exactly what Apas-Jal and Agni wanted to do: an alliance. So, if we are to have an alliance, let it be real and auspicious.”

“Ah Bhumi, dear, you’re so good with words.” Y/N laughed, trying to relax.

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The house consisted of Prithvi’s standard architecture, with various stone details and spearhead adornments. After hugging and thanking Bhumi four more times, Y/N quietly entered the house, dressed as an ordinary Vahara citizen. It was very good that Bhumi had chosen a normal property instead of a more luxurious and aristocratic house.

She put her bag in the living room and walked to the bathroom, desperate to shower and do her hair. It could be the height of futility, but Y/N did not want Ten to see her sloppy and dirty. All those times they met when she was air bending were enough... They, in general, involved a lot of dust and dry leaves.

“Of course Bhumi would do that.” Y/N sweetly smiled when she found cinnamon essence in the bathroom. This was, in the best description, Vayu’s “official” smell.

While the water in the bathtub heated up, Y/N stretched out a lacy mid-length dress and a cloak. She had brought, in addition to that outfit, another white dress – which she would wear the day she arrived in Akasha – and a dark green dress.

Y/N smoothed the velvet piece and smiled a little. She was starting quite an adventure, but couldn’t find the slightest regret for what she was doing. For sure, if she had to choose, she would do everything again and again.

After washing up, Y/N was braiding her hair when she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She felt chills down her spine, but because the house had only one floor, anyone who entered it would make enough noise for her to prepare before she could cross the room. Awareness spread through her and she held tight on her hairbrush and a small hand mirror – since there wasn’t enough time to look for any other weapon.

“Y/N?” Her name came out loud in a soft voice, almost like velvet.

“Ten!” dropping all objects, she ran to him.

The couple hugged each other, trying to make up for all the one-month longing in those few seconds. A never-ending month in which Ten had heard about the arranged marriage; he and Y/N did not have much chance of communicating; and in which each other’s world seemed to get off track with the possibility of not being able to be together as they wanted to.

“How are you? Did you arrive safely?” Ten caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, loving how Y/N’s eyes closed at the slightest touch.

“I got scared thinking the house was invaded, but now I’m fine. And yes, I arrived safely thanks to Bhumi’s assistance.” she smiled.

“Sorry, I heard the water and decided it’d be respectful to wait.”

“There’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Y/N blinked, wickedly.

“I know.” Ten brought his face close to hers. “But I thought we had agreed not to do anything else until the wedding?!”

“To look doesn’t mean to touch.” She lifted her chin, voice dripping challenge.

“It turns out, little devil, I’m not so magnanimous.” He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the longing. The last time they saw each other they had to be quick, because it was at the reunion of the kingdoms, and although they could not participate actively, the heirs had an obligation to be present.

Ten circled her waist, breathing in the cinnamon and melting on Y/N’s tongue. Her whole body was on fire – almost not so figuratively – when they were together. Even though he knew they couldn’t waste time, he delighted himself with a few bites on her neck, fighting the urge to take the kiss further.

“I swear I can’t wait to be married.” She whispered. “Then I won’t need to count our minutes together.”

“Soon.” Ten winked. “We are leaving this morning, right?”

“I think it would be ideal. Bhumi said that we can get to Akasha in two days, or we can cut some time, but we would not have Ipek anticipating any problems. It’s up to you.” She shrugged.

“We’ll do what is best at the moment, findi.” Ten smiled. “This nickname gets better and better just because it reminds me that it should be used by married people.”

“You are very keen to remember that we will get married.”

“In Agni, marriage is one of the best things that could happen to anyone, you know?” He let Y/N get out of his arms. “You can’t blame me for this.”

“I don’t blame you, but your excitement is so evident that it makes me look disinterested… And you know I’m not.”

“It’ll show up as soon as we have tied our strings.”

Y/N smiled at the mention, because the wedding rite in Akasha had, as one of the main points, to use strings. Each kingdom had its specific ritual, and they should be performed according to the bride and groom’s wishes (and the place they were in, regardless of their nationalities). When Y/N was learning about kingdoms and their cultures, she never imagined that she’d marry in Akasha, let alone with their celebration. She couldn’t wait to put it into practice.

“How’s the situation in Agni?” Y/N asked as she folded her clothes.

“Kinda stable.” Ten sat on the bed and removed his boots. “Dad thinks it’s a matter of time before it spreads to other regions other than the capital”.

“I hope nobody gets seriously hurt until we get this solved.”

“For now there was nothing.” he nodded. “Just two fires in abandoned houses. The big problem is that this affects the population indirectly; after all, you never know when they will start attacking them. Psychological terror is the worst weapon.”

“Do you think we’re going to make it worse by getting married?” Y/N swallowed.

“I think...” Ten looked at her, a small smile adorning his beautiful face. “That love is a force far greater than greed and power. If two prosperous kingdoms tied by love, and nothing but love, fails to reach everyone’s heart, then no alliance between two other kingdoms will change reality.” He held out his hand, looking for hers over the velvet dress. “I didn’t lie when I said I would set the world on fire if something hurt you, findi. It only takes one word and we return to our kingdoms.”

“No!” she denied fervently. “I won’t give you up. I only worry about these rebellions...” She shrugged. “But I love you, Ten. You know that, right?”

“Always.” he nodded. “Why don’t we rest before leaving?!”

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The two of them really tried to rest, but the growing tension and adrenaline from their escape were too much. Long before planned, they were already on the road, heading towards Urvarak.

“It’s amazing how, despite the night, everyone lives normally. Look at how crowded the road is!” Y/N commented, surprised. “The Kingdom that never sleeps, really.”

“We have a stop in forty minutes. If you’re cold, I can stop to get the blanket from the trunk.” Ten, the gentleman he was, offered.

“I’m fine, findi. If anything, I can hug you and I’ll be warm soon.”

“If you don’t want to be attacked by my kisses, I advise you to stay away.”

“What if I want?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Seriously Y/N, I don’t know what to do with you!” he laughed. “We’ll definitely take the air route and get married as soon as possible.”

“It’s amazing how shy I still am with your flirty banters.” Y/N sighed, because in spite of being bold, that was not quite how she felt.

Sometimes she managed to keep on her carefree persona, but her feelings for Ten always made her embarrass herself. It summed up in a fool, enchanted by any movement or word spoken by him... Especially when they were addressed to her. Olum, how difficult it was to remain serious at public parties! Both of them needed to behave as if they didn’t like each other more than the “necessary”, as if they had priorities and not wished to spend every second together. Thanks to Bhumi, they were able to get away often and make some time to ease their longing.

“Ah, Rani Y/N,” he clicked his tongue. “why does this shyness never appear when it should?” His chestnut eyes flashed in a playful glow.

“Stop it, Ten!” She laughed, shyly. “but, I must confess, I don’t regret you being the first. In everything.”

“It would be a little too late to regret it, you know?” Ten pinned. “However, that does not diminish the pleasure of listening to your confession. I hope that, in addition to being your first, I’ll also be your last.”

“If we get to Akasha really fast...” She batted her well-trained lashes, like a she used to do when trying to manipulate her father into thinking she was sweet and innocent.

“It’s decided! At the next stop I’ll look for antelopes and tomorrow afternoon we’ll be married.” Ten shook his head like an indignant little boy.

“In my suitcase I have a Vayu scroll and I will make sure that it reaches Ipek as soon as possible.” Y/N winked at the groom.

“What a helpful wife I got!

“Olum, you can’t even imagine.” She grinned.

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The innkeeper explained to them how to get to the antelopes in two stops. They had thirty minutes until there, and the horses were losing their pace along the way. Fear not, Y/N thought, since she already had everything worked out in her head!

Probably, her father would be finding out about her disappearance at that moment, and then he would start searching the palace and the gardens. Then, when he didn’t find her, he would request searches around the city. Then, the Royal Guard would issue a search warrant to all kingdoms, and perhaps Chittaphon’s parents would warn Vayu of his disappearance as well. Then they would finally come to conclusion of what happened to the two heirs, and if they were as smart as Y/N hoped, they would march to Akasha.

Only that it would be too late.

Because she’d be married!

Perfect.

The antelope route was really the best option.

“Maybe I can bend some air so the horses can rest. I can make sure no one notices that they’re floating...”

“You schemed.” Ten laughed. “I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t do it.”

“Perhaps you’re so excited about the escape that you didn’t pay close attention.” She joked. Everyone knew how much Maharani Y/N loved to turn things into schemes. “Well, if my plan is right, we have about fifteen hours to get married and consummate it, avoiding, even if improbable, it to be nulled.” she laughed. “Therefore, we indeed have to take the air route.”

“Amazing, findi.” Ten winked.

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Akasha was a wonderful city. Y/N visited there only twice: when she was born, and when she reached her adult age, so she had to seize her title of heiress. She remembered the big trees, especially the cherry ones, the colourful houses, the bright and clean streets, the undeniably blue sky... There never seemed to exist bad weather in Akasha! When they stopped in front of the temple where they would celebrate their wedding, Y/N’s heart raced. It was a large and flowery place, like a cottage, with symbols of the four kingdoms and their specific plants. Two carriages (one with her guards and the other with his) were waiting for them in the parking lot. Impatient, Ten grabbed her hand and they both entered the temple, drowning in emotion and adrenaline.

“Ready?”

“Always.” she smiled.

Ipek, who had been instructed to organize everything, was talking to two monks and the celebrator. As soon as she saw Her Highness, she ran to help her get ready. They couldn’t waste a second of the day!

The typical ceremonial dress Ipek got was cream coloured, adorned with gold accents, and a dark green – almost black – velvet cape that made the costume extremely elegant. From the bar to the knee, the lines formed spirals and points that resembled the starry sky or some forest/landscape seen from above. Her hair was braided with gold threads and cherry blossoms, because they were the symbol of Akasha. At her hands, in addition to the jewels she was supposed to wear, temporary ink tattooed the main crests of the four kingdoms extended from the wrist to the elbow, to indicate the union of these nations. On her feet, more drawings, up to the height of her shin. She should be barefoot, connecting to the nature and the land, as a sign of balance.

“Raja Chittaphon is ready.” Ipek returned to the salon where Y/N was dressed. “Now we just need the ornaments on the face and you can go!”

“I’m anxious.” Y/N exhaled. “Let’s get on with it soon!”

“I promise it will be very quick.”

After Ipek used powder from shiny stones and glued three diamonds above her left eyebrow, Y/N was ready.

Ipek and two guards accompanied her to the decorated courtyard, where those responsible for marrying her had started the blessing in Ten, preventing him from seeing her. Y/N watched, with her racing heart, the black and gold velvet suit he wore, a single cherry blossom attached to the left side of his chest.

“We’re ready.” The monk guided her to the entrance of the hall.

After a short speech in Akasha’s dialect, one of the monks began to play a harp, while Y/N crossed the room towards Ten, not knowing how to react to the prince’s brilliant and hypnotic gaze.

When they faced each other, the monk handed them a small vase with coloured sand. According to the ritual, the sand symbolized “the union of two different points in the name of something greater” in this case, love, and each one should pour a little of it on a plate, so that the mixture of colours creates a new one: their colour. Y/N watched wordlessly as a lilac originated from the mixture.

“Now hold hands.” The man responsible for the ceremony instructed. “This is the thread of companionship. For Akasha, you are one, but this does not mean that you should forget who you were before the wedding. One hand is tied to the partner’s, while the other is free to remind you that there is room for both to grow together and individually.” He tied the ribbon on their fist. “Still united, we will recite the vows and walk towards the end of the celebration.”

Y/N and Ten repeated each word very calmly, although their hearts were desperate for the end. After washing their feet in the water of the main river, Kundalini, to purify their bodies in this new phase, the couple still had to plant a tree as well, symbolizing their growth. And, to the sound of “Under the laws of Akasha, I declare you husband and wife”, several fireworks were lit. Ipek started the party by playing a soft melody over two lovers, and the people present continued with the dance. The newest couple stared at each other, laughing.

“I think this is our cue to escape... Findi.” The nickname now sounded a thousand times wicked in Ten’s voice. “Let’s go?”

“I was counting the seconds.” Y/N nodded, intertwining their fingers, as they still had one hand joined.

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Ten undid the first tie of Y/N’s dress quite slowly. He had done it a few times, but at that moment, it was too special to ruin it in a hurry. They were finally married. He no longer needed to be quick with Y/N. Now they had all the time in the world to love each other as they deserved.

“Do you need help?” Y/N frowned.

“No, findi. I just want to... Take it slow.” The light entering the room made his eyes even brighter. “Because you deserve to be adored, from head to toe. Quietly. Every inch.” To demonstrate his words, he raised her fist and glued his mouth to it, running his tongue lightly over her soft skin.

“Ten...” She breathed weakly, it tickled.

“What?” He smiled. “‘Ah Ten’, ‘more Ten’, ‘please, Ten’?”

“Pretentious rake.” Y/N shook her head, feeling her heart explode with joy.

“Your pretentious rake. Your favourite rake. Yours, for eternity.”

She closed her eyes at those words. She was his, too, since the damn smile he gave her in the hall of Apas-Jal’s palace. Olum, how could one live with so much love inside them?! And how lucky had she been to feel that and be reciprocated?!

I’m staying up

I don’t wanna come down from your love

Ten pulled her close, melting his mouth on her neck, biting and sucking like he knew she liked. He wrapped his arms around her, throwing the damn tie to the floor. Y/N smelled extremely well, having washed and removed the tattoos she was supposed to use for the wedding ceremony. His fingers tangled in the fabric of her nightgown at the mere sound of her quiet moan, trying to go easy, to remain chill. He didn’t want to go fast. He had to stay calm.

“Let’s go to the bed, huh?” Y/N suggested, knees buckling from all those emotions.

“I tell you I want to take it easy and you urge me to go fast...” He shook his head, carefully guiding her to the huge mattress. “What should I do?”

“You can start by kissing me here.” She signalled from her collarbone to the valley between the breasts. Ten smiled. “Or, you can let me take off your clothes...”

It’s not that she didn’t want to be worshiped from head to toe, but if her calculations didn’t fail, someone from the Kingdom of Vayu would arrive in Akasha by the end of the afternoon... And if the wedding wasn’t consummated, they could be in trouble. She and Chittaphon never took more than thirty minutes with sex, because there were always too many people around and if they were five minutes late, someone would miss one of them. It was unfair that their first time since married had to be rushed too, but they would have a whole life together.

But, Y/N should be grateful. At least they were together.

“What are you thinking?”

“Schemes.” She joked.

“ Now, now, Rani Y/N, that was an unfortunate answer.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Guess I’ll need to be a little cruel this time. I don’t want you thinking about anything other than my mouth and my fingers on your body.”

“Or your dick.” Y/N smirked, satisfied with the provocation.

She closed her eyes and felt Ten’s lips come down over her shoulder, paiting small bites. With her legs spread, he found space to rest between her thighs while devouring each centimetre of the princess. Her calculations were forgotten as soon as his fingertips went up the hem of her dress, sliding down the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. He reached her underwear and touched her clothed womanhood.

“I want you to do that again.” Y/N moaned.

“Do what?”

“You know what.” She gasped when he brushed her swollen spot.

“I don’t know,” He commented wickedly. “But I have an idea of what it is… And for that, I will finally need to take your clothes off.” He couldn’t believe that after months he’d be able to see her completely naked again.

Rather than feeling shy, Y/N was more than willing to throw the sleeping dress away. They never had much time to get rid of all their clothes, so she was also counting on Ten naked. It had been a long time since she had had such a privilege to see him like that. And the view was always a spectacle!

She sat up suddenly, leaving him a little unbalanced, but grinning. Y/N started pulling on her nightgown anyway, not caring if she would tear it up. Ten could bent fire, but what burned inside her was pure lust. He would have a hard time controlling his wife, especially if he continued to look at her as if she were a work of art. But as soon as the fabric passed over her head, Y/N didn’t have time to absorb the intensity of his eyes. Ten pulled her by the hand, kissing her urgently.

With the princess in his lap, he got rid of his shirt and tried to open his trousers’ button. To give him enough space, Y/N stepped back a little, noting a new detail in his left arm: there were two lines near the elbow, one thick and the other a little thinner. Unlike the wedding tattoos, those lines seemed permanent.

“What is it?” She asked curiously.

“In Agni, every married man should have this tattoo. It is like a ring that we never take out or lose.” Ten looked at his arm. “Women should have these lines on their ankles, but since you are not from Agni, I thought it best not to ask you to tattoo it.”

“I want to!” She cut him off. “I’ll do it, if you want me to.”

“Really?” Ten smiled. He was always touched by Y/N’s loving manner. She was his best companion, in any situation. Even when they could get in trouble, Y/N would not leave him alone. She preferred that they’d get scolded together than to leave him. “Then, as soon as we wake up, I’ll ask the monk to arrange everything.”

“I think I will have a charming ankle.” She stretched out one leg, moving close to where Ten wanted her most. “Oh, oops...” Y/N smirked, faking a shy laugh.

“Findi, findi.” He shook his head, matching her smirk.

“Let me make up for the distraction.” Y/N moved away as she lowered her hands to his pants, finishing unbuttoning them.

“Your wish is my command, findi.”

We’ll get lost together

Let me flow

Ten swallowed hard as soon as he felt her mouth kissing his abdomen. Y/N was not ashamed of trying to please him. She was always receptive and creative, making each time something very unique and very special. Unlike what was expected of an Air Princess – known for being more reserved and a little cold. Y/N had fire inside her. She burned like him… Burned with him. For him.

With her delicate fingers, Y/N removed Ten’s pants, and began her exploration on his belly, playing with the fine line of hair up to the underwear he was wearing. It was unusual for her to dedicate themselves so much to foreplay, but she was loving seeing Ten so mesmerized by her movements. Very gently, Y/N took him with one hand, going on with a lazy back and forth motion, just to make him double hard and more desperate. Her eyes found the glowing chestnut globes and she smirked, causing a burst of pleasure to break inside Ten, who moaned loudly.

That was enough for him. Blast trying to prolong the moment! He needed Y/N and he needed her now. Pulling her by the chin, they came face to face.

“I miss you,” The distance between their mouths became even smaller. “around me.”

The kiss began sweet, slow, but charged with lust. Both were already familiar with the delicious sensations that any scarce touch between them provided, but nothing compared to the anxiety build during foreplay. It was very, very good. Their bodies were tickling and hot, their hearts beating fast and their minds remembering all those times when they were together.

How glorious it was when they met.

It was a different, more intense sensation. Y/N didn’t understand why she wanted to cry and laugh out loud, like a crazy girl. The tossed their underwear out, surrendering to the bubbling desire. Ten put her hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly, making the frenzy an act of zeal. He leaned down to kiss her again, and from there, it was automatic. Y/N’s hip followed its own will and moved, showing exactly what it was looking for. The kiss became wet and some moans escaped not so quietly. Ten’s husky voice was the turning point for the princess.

“Come here.” He asked in a whisper.

Ten turned her on the bed and stood over her, waist between her legs. He entered without warning, fast and strong. A louder than expected groan left her throat, earning a chuckle mixed with a grunt from the prince. Y/N brought her hands to his back, dividing her attention between his shoulder blades and his dark, silky hair. With a love bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder, Ten started to move. Slow and intense, but picking up as the seconds passed by. Y/N already knew what to do to please him, so she devoted herself to his neck, trying to occupy her mouth with something other than “Oh, Ten” or scandalous moans. He grabbed one of her thighs and wrapped it around her waist, managing to reach deeper. Then, he was thrusting hard and fast. Y/N rolled her eyes and arched her back, forgetting about the whole world.

This was perfect.

Her stomach churned with several knots of pleasure, the peak of her orgasm reaching its maximum when Ten grabbed her face and kissed her urgently. Y/N felt the spasms in every cell, not knowing if she was able to enjoy her climax and kiss Ten at the same time. The prince continued to dive deeper until he too reached his release, making her want to get there again. Y/N slipped a hand to her swollen spot and began to rub it, tightening her muscles even more and listening to Ten’s sexy growls. And it worked.

Don’t ever let me come down from your love

From your love, from your love

☼ ⸛ ☼ ⸛ ☼

Ten examined his wife’s ankle, amused by the way she didn’t try to pretend that the tattoo was a “big deal”.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want to tell me that this was common in Agni.” She lowered her dress’ skirt. “It looks rather cute on my ankle, doesn’t it?”

“You look rather cute, indeed.”

“Not me, the tattoo you didn’t want to tell me about!” She grinned.

“Are we going to talk about this again?” He hugged her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, anyway, for accepting. I love you.”

“My pleasure.” Y/N waved her hand. “Love you more.”

Ten offered her a glass of water and a cookie, because she hadn’t eaten breakfast in her desperation to get the tattoo. The monk finished cleaning the room and excused himself, but as soon as he left, Ipek hurried in.

“Rani Y/N! Rani Y/N!”

“What is it, Ipek?” Y/N disengaged herself from Ten’s embrace and stood up.

“Samraat Bhima is here... And he didn’t come alone.” Ipek pointed to the window.

When she pulled the curtain, Y/N could see Vayu’s flags extending across a large part of the street, accompanied by some of Agni’s. She turned to Ten in a mixture of concern and joy. It was time to announce to the kingdoms what they had done. And to hope that love would be enough.

“Olum, findi, it looks like we have some nations to win back.” She grinned.

And hand in hand, they went out to face the nations of Air and Fire.

#ten scenarios #ten smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #wayv scenarios #wayv smut #superm scenarios #superm smut #nct ten #wayv ten #superm ten #ten chittaphon #chittaphon x reader #happytenday

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Scions of Syralth Masterpost Part 1

Scions of Syralth and the companion books to it focus on the brothers Arthur and Allistor as they try to stop their great-uncle from destroying the world in a grief-driven madness. Along the way, they meet several allies and close friends and discover that they’re the, well, the scions of Syralth, a legendary wizard and warrior, who’s sequestered himself deep in the mountains. Arthur goes on a perilous journey to meet him and begin his magical training, while Allistor commits himself to the Resistance, to fight the Empire which is steadily expanding over their home continent. Together with their friends and allies, they uncover the secrets of their home, dismantle the Empire The books focus mainly on them of found family, hope in darkness, and revolution. As it stands, the only one I’m ready to show people is Scions of Syralth itself, which has a beta reader server on discord, which you can join by following this link: https://discord.gg/2846GWhG7E ! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

The Books In Chronological Order (So Far): Dancing with Dragons: This is the prequel to the prequel, and it’s this enemy to friends to realizing we’re soulmates romp through the jungle while also making fun of the white saviour trope. Jal goes there to save the elves of the Wekuku jungle from a dark elven lord and his crystal associate, and instead ends up getting his ass beat by one of the dark elves forced soldiers, Pheo. Pheo’s orders are to bring Jal to the Dark Elf lord or his sister will be killed, but something about the surprisingly incompetent and goofy Jal makes him reconsider. Grigori the Guardian and The Treaty of Twelve: This fun little two-parter is the actual prequel to Scions of Syralth, focusing first on Grigori and his fight to save a dragon’s egg from a vengeful fire demon and a mysterious man made from crystal. It then shifts gears and focusing on Arthur and Allistor’s father, Ivar, as he tries to rescue Arthur and Allistor from the same man made from crystal. Allistor proves himself to be far more capable than anyone imagined and shatters the man, setting the pieces in place for Scions of Syralth. Scions of Syralth: This one has a BETA SERVER and is the only one with an official blurb:

The Barlosian Empire is torn apart by war and revolution, a war that comes harshly into Arthur and Allistor’s lives one summer night. Separated by the machinations of Hjatle, the High Wizard, the two brothers are pushed into two very different worlds. Allistor joins the People’s Rebellion, taking him deep into the heart of the mountains as he fights the Imperial army. There he rises through the ranks, becoming an accomplished warrior. Arthur, however, must flee to the south, meeting two new allies entirely by accident. The trio is guided out of danger by a former dark elf, who leads them to a safe haven; The Tower. While there, Arthur struggles to control his magical powers, learning of the prophecy he and his brother must face to prevent the reemergence of ancient and powerful mage made of crystal. Hail to The Queen: This is the direct sequel to Scions of Syralth. The gang is beat to shit, and it’s time to rethink their strategy. This partially rewritten mess has a spy lesbian romance, some cool prosthetics and an angry vampire dragon. This book brings about the end of the Barlosian Empire and sends Arthur into a dark spiral once he discovers what true power is. The crystal mage is backed into a corner and is forced to move his plans into their final phase, leaving the continent of Ebouline forever. The Many Lands and Peoples of the World of Unitien: This is my worldbuilding magnum opus, with almost 70 000 words of pure, unhinged worldbuilding. It’s my reference guide to all of the people, places and things because honestly, my brain isn’t big enough for all my outlandish thoughts and I had to get them on paper somewhere.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (MAINS)

Protagonists:

Arthur Draga: Is the younger son of Ivar Bjarnson and Aoife Draga, and is the original protagonist of Scions of Syralth. He’s a kind-hearted young man, about 20 years old, raised deep in the Marish. Before his life went to shit, he wanted to go to the capital of the Marish, Epidamnos, to become an illuminator and a monk, and as such, he always carries a sketchbook with him. Colour Scheme: Sunflower Yellow, Moss Green, Snow White

Allistor Bjarnson: Is the older brother of Arthur, and fun fact, was originally the antagonist. He’s 25 years old, and before his life went to shit, he was the chief of their village, it was passed down from his father, who died about 9 years prior to the story. He’s stubborn and literally my only straight man, so uh, you’d better better he drinks his respect women juice. He’s been raising Arthur on his own, despite some attempts to have his little brother taken from him to be raised by a proper adult. Colour Scheme: Scarlet, Forest Green, Leather Brown

‘Alexis’ Zhihao Bai Whitelocke: Is the best friend of Arthur and is a brilliant engineer and inventor. She’s the 21 year old daughter of Bitanese merchant tycoon Bai Lee-Jein and Marish Heiress Marigold Whitelocke and grew up in her mother’s family home, in the woods between Camelios and the Silver Valley. She’s creative, stubborn and strategic. Colour Scheme: Steel Grey, Sky Blue, Thundering Purple

Antonio ‘Toni’ Thiago Barlios: Is the slow-burn romantic interest of Arthur, the dreaming and disgraced youngest prince of the Empire. He’s 21 years old, and unlike his siblings, was raised by his grandmother, giving him an idealized idea of the world and a firm sense of right and wrong. He’s sensitive and kind of a dumbass, but his heart is in the right place. Colour Scheme: Coffee Brown, Sea-Glass Green, Royal Gold

Nolio: Is a former dark elf trying to figure out his life beyond his incredibly fucked up relationship with the queen of the dark elves and has attached himself to these kids as a way to redeem himself. He’s tired, but he looks for the hope in every situation. Colour Scheme: Slate Gray, Marble White, Opal

Darjeeling Braga: Is the loud-mouthed, enthusiastic, half-elf best friend of Allistor after he joins the Resistance. He’s incredibly graceful and smart, but is also a complete and utter goofball a good deal of the time. He’s the adopted son of the leader of the Resistance, so don’t mistake his cheer for weakness. Colour Scheme: Royal Purple, Black Tea Red, Starlight Silver.

I’ll keep going in part 2!

Taglist: @synwrites @abalonetea @woodhouse-jay @expositionpreposition @ink-whiskey-seats @diseonfire @woodlights @pinespittinink

#writing #fantasy #my writing #characters #long writng post #writeblr #scions of syralth #to be continued

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aquapearlwitch · 3 years

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The Lucky Guardian

Idol! Super Junior Lucky Fans AU! Reader An alternate universe started now!

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🎶 You trusted me and protected my side so I won’t break down (Super Junior - From U) 🎶 You saw a thousand people standing beneath you while holding Super Junior's fanlight that looks like flashy sapphire stone yelled jealously to you. This sensation clearly never forgotten. A sensation that makes many people envy. Ah, this is what you should get as return for being Super Junior's fans for years. One stage with them because you being lucky fans in this concert! When you back to sea of fans, you will keep boasting yourself in front of your friend that watching this concert with you. What a mischievous thought! SS 8 is really your luck concert. Now you can look them from close and even talking with them, although there is some language problem. Well, it's okay, they got translator. This is your golden chance, especially when you got some interaction with your bias. You want to pinch self over and over. But, your joy slightly disturbed when you saw something odd between ELF in beneath. You wondering if this is a hallucination, because someone pointing gun at the leader, Leeteuk! You turned away, then looking back to the direction that you saw before. Still same! How can no one saw this? You want to said something about this, but everything restrained in your mouth because afraid. Super Junior members still smiling at you. "Nah, to whom the letter in your hand addressed?" asked the translator that ruin your thought. "I will go to the member who is entitled to this letter," you said it quickly. The Translator translate it immediately to Super Junior members. They understand it and asked you to give the letter that you hold to entitled member. Their curiosity really couldn't be held back, apparently. You reply their reaction with smile and saw the people that brought a gun. That people pulled the trigger! Dor! Along with it, you decided to walk to Leeteuk and right then the ELFs start to realize what kind of danger that exist at the venue. They screaming and the staff act quickly. Not long after that you felt hot and hurt sensation that sting your back until it makes you light-headed and finally collapsed on the stage with the letter still in your grasp. After that, everything is dark. You don't know how long to be precise until you can opened your eyes again. One thing that you know well, your friends is the first person that you saw that day. Your friends seems very happy to saw you finally awake. "How long?" you asked faintly. "How long you being like this? One! One day full I and eight people worry about you in outside of this room. Ah, I I can't stop thinking with the security that working in that concert. How can someone with gun passed the inspection?" your friend looks angry and you just chuckle, "and ... you can laughing now?" "Why crying then? That was my best night until that bastard pull the trigger on that gun. Besides, I'm to stupid and afraid to tell about that to the staff. If I being brave that night, we never here. Eh, that eight people that you mentioned before ... who are thy?" "Don't beat yourself up too much. Oh, good news, that bastard has been captured and ... that eight person ... who else other than the kings that there on our best night or you, to be exact," your friends get up and opened the door. To be your surprise, who came into your room is Super Junior itself! Your friend is telling the truth. "Why you all doesn't back to Korea?" you asked gently. Translator that cames along with they translate it to them. Super Junior members understand and Leeteuk reply it , "Urineun myeoc gajireul cheorihaeyahamyeon gamsahabnida. Dangsineun geoeui moksumeul irheul ppeonhaesseubnida." You throwing looks to the Translator after Leeteuk done talking. "We must handle some thing and be thankful to you. You almost lost your life because that accident," the Translator translate it to you both , "They really thankful to you until they doesn't had any idea how to paid your sacrifice. The agency and the promoter cover

all medical expenses and you along with your friend hotel tax. The culprit was arrested that day. The person that working in security section that make that people pass the inspection still in search." "Ah, oh my God, that was just an accident, I'm not sacrifice myself on purpose. No need to be so thankful to me. But, thanks for medical and hotels rooms expenses," you reply what Leeteuk said before. "Whoever that aligned to do that must captured. I wish, after this, Super Junior members and staff can go home safely. And, their agency could employ more skilled security." Then, you reply the translator's additional words. "Kwihaeui pyeonjireul badattseubnida. Ne chingu ga ileonagi jeone uriege jwasseo. Thank you," now Shindong is talking. "Joheunn naeyong. Geulsseugireul tonghae gamjeongeul jal jeondalhabnida," Eunhyuk praising you. "Ne, majayo!" the other agree. "They've received your letter, it turns out for all members, right? Your friend gave it to them, before you woke up. Shindong thankful for that. Eunhyuk said, that your are good at express your feelings in words. Other members agree at that," said the Translator. You smiled happily when hear that. When you praised by Super Junior members again? "Thank you." "Your welcome." "This is for you, Lucky Guardian," Siwon hand over the Timeless album to you and you accept it, despite felt a little confused, "this is not so valuable or maybe you already have? Keep this as an apology and thank you once again." Siwon's English so smooth that you and your friends are fixated on it. "Ah- yes ... thank you so much. This is ...," When you open the album, you can see the signatures of all the members and also your nickname that they gave it for you 'Lucky Guardian', "Thank you so much." "Lucky Guardian's friends, this is for you," Siwon gave something for your friend, that is their merch. Your friends look trembling when accept it and you laughing because that. "In there also included with our manager's number. Next time if there is a chance you can play to the SM building," that sincere smile is truly more alluring than you both have seen on the screen so far. You and your friends nodded together. "Dangsin eui geongangdo dopbosibsio," add Kyuhyun. "You have to take care of your health," the Translator translate again. "We'll do that of course, " reply your friend represent you that just can nodded because back feeling sore. "Hey, what's up? Ah, still hurts?" Siwon asked in English. You nodded again, replying with honest. "Ah, maybe we must go back so The Lucky Guardian can rest," said Siwon again. But you doesn't want this moment ended quickly. Uh, damn pain, you swearing to that pain feel. "C-can we take a photo, together?" asked your friend haltingly. Good idea! On the other side, your condition not really good for taking photo together.

"Ohhh, sure. Yes," their voices chimed in enthusiastically agreeing to that idea. "You guys take photos outside. Seriously? I'm like this. I did not participate," you said that to your friend. "This is a rare opportunity, you are their savior. C'mon, just one time?" your friend persistently invites you. "Alright, just one time," you agreeing and finally take a photo with Super Junior and the Translator using your friend's phone. The photo will forever be remembered and has many variety of feelings. Happiness, joy, fear, pain, sadness and luck. "Hangsang geonganghago Lucky Guardian wa ne chingu!" "Always be healthy Lucky Guardian and your friends!" "Be honest to me, it's not a coincidence, is it? You're downgrading it, " your friend asked after all Super Junior members and their translator leave your room. "I did saw that bastard pointing the gun at Leeteuk. But getting shot wasn't part of my plan. It really is between tragedy and luck," you reply it while wiped the signatures of all group members and the nickname they gave you, 'Lucky Guardian'.

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Toddler Series #30: Multilingual

Author’s Note: I did use Google Translate for the Korean translations. If something is wrong, it was not my intention. The English translation of what they say in Korean will be at the end of the sentence spoken. Hope you guys enjoy!

Kim Seokjin

“Kaiden, look who’s here,” you announced as you walked into the living room, Jin’s parents following behind you.

“Chin Mae!” Jin’s mother exclaimed and Kaiden quickly slid down off of the couch and ran over to her, throwing himself into her open arms.

“Halmeoni, Hal-abeoji,” Kaiden exclaimed, giggling when Jin’s mom pressed a kiss to the side of his head. (Grandma, Grandpa.)

“Neoneun neomu keojyeossda,” Jin’s father gasped dramatically as Kaiden hugged his legs. (You’ve gotten so big.)

“Naneun jigeum keun sonyeon-iya,” Kaiden stated proudly, and Jin’s mom chuckled as she ran her hand over his head. (I’m a big boy now.)

“Geulae neoneun,” she nodded before turning to look at you. “He looks even more like Jin now, if that’s possible.” (Yes, you are.)

“Doesn’t he?” You giggled, watching as Jin’s father picked Kaiden up and set him on his hip. “If we end up having another baby, let’s hope that one will look more like me.”

“You don’t want our children to look like your Worldwide Handsome husband?” Jin teased as he walked into the living room, stopping to give his mother a hug and a kiss and a half hug to his father.

“I mean, I’d like it to look like I had a hand in creating them too,” you pointed out.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Jin’s father said. “Jeog-eodo chin maeneun abeojicheoleom haengdonghaji anhseubnida.” (At least Chin Mae doesn’t act like his father.)

“Hey, I can hear you,” Jin whined, while you giggled at what his father had said.

Min Yoongi

“Hi Kins,” you greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes since she had just woken up for the morning.

“Hi,” she mumbled, going straight over to Yoongi, who leaned down and picked her up before setting her on his lap.

“Hungry baby girl?” He asked as he rubbed her back softly, a chuckle escaping him when she nodded her head and stuck her thumb in her mouth as she laid her head on his chest.

“Do you want waffles or oatmeal?” You asked her, looking over at her and Yoongi.

“Oatmeal please,” she mumbled around her thumb.

“Ah, say that in Korean for me,” Yoongi requested and you rolled your eyes playfully. Yoongi had noticed that Kinsley’s Korean vocabulary was significantly smaller than her English one, so he had decided to work with her on it.

“Oteumiljuseyo?” She asked and you nodded your head, going to work on making it for her.

“And what about waffles? Can you say that?” Yoongi wondered.

“Wapeul?” She said as she looked up at Yoongi for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Joh-eun jig-eob yeoja ag,” Yoongi praised as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. (Good job baby girl.)

Kim Namjoon

“Daddy!” Mason screamed as he ran into Namjoon’s office and Namjoon looked up in surprise as Mason dashed over to him.

“Whoa!” Namjoon huffed as Mason launched himself up onto Namjoon’s lap, making him laugh as Mason repeatedly tapped his shoulder. “What’s up Mase?”

“Haggyoeseo museun il-i iss-eossneunji chucheug?” Mason said excitedly. (Guess what happened at school?)

“What happened?”

“Seonsaengnim-i goyang-ileul haggyoe delyeo wassseubnida,” he rambled quickly and Namjoon almost didn’t catch what he’d said because he was gong so fast and his pronunciation was a little off. (My teacher brought her cat to school.)

“Did she?” Namjoon asked and Mason nodded quickly. “Did you pet it?”

“Geulae geuligo geugeos-eun maeu budeuleobjiman mopineun nae son jeonchee geollyeossda,” he giggled as he held his hands up. (Yeah and it was really soft but it’s fur got all over my hands.)

“Mase,” you called as you walked into Namjoon’s office, smiling when you saw him sitting on his Dad’s lap. “Are you in here talking your dad’s ear off about the cat from today?”

“Yeah, and in Korean,” Namjoon pointed out and you smiled proudly.

“Jal haess-eo,” you praised him, making him grin widely in response. “Why don’t you go wash your hands and I’ll come give you a snack, ok?” You said and Mason nodded before sliding down from Namjoon’s lap and walking out of the office. (Good job.)

“Have you noticed that he does that a lot lately? Speaking Korean,” Namjoon wondered.

“Have I? You’re asking this question to the person that was just in the car with him for 15 minutes, listening to him ramble in Korean about a cat,” you giggled, making Namjoon do the same.

Jung Hoseok

“Babo!” You heard Berkeley yell and your eyes widened at hearing the tone of her voice. (Stupid!)

“Dangsin-eun babo,” you heard Lennox retort and you walked out of your bedroom down the hallway to their bedroom, only to see them glaring at each other when you looked inside. (You’re stupid.)

“Hey! What is going on in here and why are you calling each other stupid?” You demanded to know as you walked inside and stood in front of them.

“Lennox took my book,” Berkeley said as she looked up at you. “And he didn’t ask first.”

“I don’t have to, it’s mines too,” Lennox snapped back.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Hobi wondered as he walked into the room as well and stood next to you.

“Lennox took Berkeley’s book and they were in here calling each other stupid in Korean,” you explained.

“What did I tell you two about calling each other names?” Hobi said sternly.

“But Daddy,” Berkeley tried to say but Hobi held his hand up, which made her stop talking.

“I don’t want to hear it. I told you both about being mean to each other multiple times,” he sighed heavily. “Taim aus,” he said and both of the twins pouted before heading to opposite corners of their room and sitting down in the corner. (Time out.)

“10 bun,” you said, waiting to get a nod from both of them before you and Hobi walked out of their room. (10 minutes.)

“God, I can’t wait for them to be out of this fighting each other phase,” Hobi groaned. “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends?”

“Best friends fight too babe,” you pointed with a giggle, making Hobi shrug and nod in agreement.

Park Jimin

“Mommy, Daddy,” Noah said as he walked into your bedroom, a small book in his hands.

“Yes Noey?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.

“Can we read a story?” He asked and you looked over at Jimin, who nodded.

“Sure, come up here mini me,” he said and Noah wasted no time in climbing up onto the bed and over Jimin’s body to settle in between the two of you.

“What book did you pick?” You wondered and Noah held it up so that you could see it and you couldn’t help but to chuckle. You and Jimin had been pretty adamant on Noah being fluent in Korean as well as English so the two of you had invested in some books that told the story in both Korean and in English.

“Can you read it Daddy?” Noah requested and Jimin chuckled as he took the book out of his hands.

“Why do I always have to read it when it’s in Korean?” Jimin whined.

“You talk it better than Mommy does,” Noah confessed and you gasped dramatically.

“I can speak Korean just as good as Daddy can,” you defended.

“Actually, you can’t,” Jimin spoke up. “Your pronunciation is still a little off sometimes.”

“The level of disrespect in this family is ridiculous,” you huffed.

“Yeah, it’s not nice when the shoe is on the other foot is it?” Jimin snickered.

“Daddy, eoseo,” Noah whined as he poked Jimin’s arm. (Come on).

“Al-ass-eo, al-ass-eo, jinjeonghae,” Jimin chuckled before opening the book and beginning to read. (Alright, alright, calm down.)

Kim Taehyung

“Mommy,” Spencer whined as she pulled lightly on your hand.

“Yes Spence?” You answered as you stirred the pot of tomato sauce in front of you with the hand that Spencer wasn’t currently trying to rip off.

“Can we practice Korean?” She wondered and you rolled your eyes lightly. Lately, Spencer had been on this kick of wanting to speak Korean as well as Taehyung was able to, and this led to you becoming her impromptu study partner and coach.

“Spence, we just practiced last night before you went to bed, remember?” You said, trying to sneak your way out of doing it.

“Need more practice,” she insisted. “Wanna be good like Daddy.”

“Alright,” you sighed, not being able to resist the pout on her face. “If someone asked you how old you are, how you would answer in Korean?”

“Naneun 3 sal-ida,” she replied carefully and you nodded your head. (I am three years old.)

“How about if they asked what’s your name?”

“Nae ileum-eun gimjin-ae,” she chirped and you smiled, knowing that she’d get that one right. (My name is Kim Jin Ae.)

“Ok, I have a really tricky one for you,” you said and Spencer’s eyes lit up at the challenge. “You ready?” You asked and she nodded quickly. “If someone asked what’s your favorite thing to do, how would you answer?”

“Oh,” she murmured, lowering her head as she thought for a moment. “naneun eommawa appawa hamkkehaneun geos-eul joh-ahabnida,” she replied slowly, making you grin at how well she’d said it. (I like being with Mommy and Daddy and Tannie.)

“Ulin neowa hamkkeissneun geos-eul joh-ahae,” you cooed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. (We like being with you too Spence.)

Jeon Jungkook

“Daddy?” Ava called as she walked into Jungkook’s office that was in your house, which doubled as both an office and his studio for making music and his GCFs.

“Yes Angel?” He said as he continued to focus on his computer in front of him.

“What’s Korean for not nice?” She asked as she leaned against his chair and Jungkook tore his gaze away from the computer monitor to look down at her.

“Johji anh-a,” he answered hesitantly. “Why do you need to know that?”

“There’s this boy at school who’s not nice,” she started to explain and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Is he bothering you Angel?” Jungkook questioned and Ava shook her head, which made him relax.

“He’s not nice to other people Daddy and my teacher said that we can’t tell people that they’re not nice so I wanna tell him in Korean,” she explained.

“Angel, you know your teacher can speak Korean too right?” He pointed out with a chuckle and Ava’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “Well, I’m gonna tell him anyway.”

“You have to listen to your teacher though Ava,” Jungkook said seriously.

“Bulgongpyeong,” she muttered before standing up straight and storming out of his office. (No fair.)

“Naneun ttaettaelo geu aie daehae geogjeonghabnida,” Jungkook mumbled to himself before turning his attention back to the computer. (I worry about that child sometimes.)

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bushyhair · 4 years

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❝ then he said, leaning forward: ‘you’re strange animals, you women intellectuals. tell me: what’s it like to be a woman?’ i took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead. ‘it’s like that,’ i said. ❞ merlin’s beard, what is ( HERMIONE GRANGER ) doing out at this hour? for a ( MUGGLEBORN ) who is ( 47 ) years old, ( SHE ) really ought to know better. you know, i hear that they’re aligned with ( THE ORDER ), but that could be just a rumor. i do know that they’re a ( CIS WOMAN ) and a ( GRYFFINDOR ) alum who works as a ( POLITICAL ACTIVIST ) though. they’re very ( DAUNTLESS ) and ( ANALYTICAL ) but also quite ( VINDICTIVE ) and ( ACERBIC ), which could be why they remind of ( DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS THE ONLY WAY YOU KNOW HOW – IN A DARK, MUSTY LIBRARY FILLED WITH ANCIENT TOMES WRITTEN IN LANGUAGES LONG DEAD TO MANKIND – BUT NOT TO YOU; A CEASELESS TUG-OF-WAR BETWEEN YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR HEART, BETWEEN RATIONALE AND COMPASSION; THE CELESTIAL HEAVENS THAT YOU CARRY ON YOUR SHOULDERS NOW THAT ATLAS IS NO LONGER AROUND TO BEAR THE BURDEN FOR YOU ). some people say they’re the spitting image of ( GUGU MBATHA RAW ), but i’ve never heard of them. word on the street is that they’re ( THE ERUDITE ) and their prophecy is ( PROPHECY 54 ), but only time will tell if that’s true or not. [ SARAH, 23, SHE/HER, PST ]

parallels: spencer hastings (pretty little liars), elphaba thropp (wicked), annabeth chase (percy jackson), amy santiago (brooklyn 99), sydney sage (bloodlines), beatrice (much ado about nothing), cristina yang (grey’s anatomy), monse finnie (on my block), jal fazer (skins), peggy carter (marvel cinematic universe)

hermione was something of a miracle baby (and a complete surprise). the couple found each other later in life than most, and they’d long since given up trying to conceive as her father was in his fifties and her mother was pushing forty. nevertheless, even though she was unexpected, her parents showered her with love and affection – they had always wanted a baby girl to call their own. hermione would be their one and only.

[ HOLOCAUST TW ] her parents named her hermione after the virtuous queen of sicily in shakespeare’s the winter’s tale and the only daughter of king menelaus and queen helen in greek mythology. her middle name is jean, which is a female variant of the name john, meaning “god is gracious”. i think hermione is, albeit probably unintentionally by jkr, coded as jewish (her appearance, how she faces oppression for her blood by the death eaters/voldemort which are analogies for the nazis/hitler/the holocaust, how she isn’t shown to have a particular attachment to christmas and rarely goes home for the holidays, etc.). thus, i’ve headcanoned that she comes from an interfaith family; her mom was christian and her dad was jewish, and they raised her with both religions with the intention of letting her pick when she grew older. while she is not spiritual and ultimately considers herself to be an atheist, she’s still very proud of her interfaith heritage. anyways, her parents didn’t actually name her jean because of its religious meaning; they named her after jean valjean from les misérables. much like her parents, hermione is also a fan of victor hugo’s work, and that was why she named one of her children hugo.

her father never spoke about how he was a victim of the holocaust, how he almost didn’t survive, how he lost his entire family to the war. sometimes hermione saw the number tattoo on his arm, and her own battle scars felt like they were on fire. her father was a survivor of the second world war, and she is a survivor of the second wizarding war. now more than ever, she understands the trauma, grief, and survivor’s guilt that he tried so desperately to shield her from. it is the same pain that she now carries. [ END TW ]

[ RACISM, BULLYING, AND ANTISEMITISM TW ] there were almost no black children in the posh neighborhood she was raised in, and hermione always felt out of place among her white classmates at the expensive primary school she attended. growing up, despite being upper middle class and an incredibly well-behaved child, she of course still experienced her fair share of racism due to her black and jewish heritage – dirty looks on the street by complete strangers, mean schoolchildren declaring her ugly for not meeting westernized beauty standards (especially when it came to her hair), shopkeepers keeping a watchful eye on her when she entered their stores, adults assuming she couldn’t possibly be as intelligent as her white peers. not only was it demoralizing to little hermione, it was enraging. she developed an overwhelming need to prove herself and her capabilities – she always had to work so much harder than white children to be properly recognized, but every year, she still outperformed everyone else. of course, young hermione was seen as rather swotty, condescending, and insufferable by her classmates, so she was incredibly unpopular. her only friends were her parents, and the one place where she actually felt like she belonged was the library. books were an escape, a refuge. they offered her some comfort in an otherwise comfortless world. little did she know that this world was not truly her world – that there was something else waiting for her.

hermione developed a strict adherence to following the rules and an unwavering respect for authority partly because of the prejudice she faced from an early age. as a young black girl, she knew that if she did not present herself to be well behaved, responsible, and mature – if she ever acted out in any way – there could be a high price to pay. black children were punished (or hurt – or even killed) for very, very little. while she eventually outgrew this behavior as she found her place in the wizarding world, it took her a little time to blossom into the revolutionist that she is today.

when she first came to the wizarding world, she noticed a stark contrast in how she was treated by most people upon first glance. after all, it wasn’t as though blood purists could tell that she was muggleborn simply by looking at her (even though she didn’t realize that was what it was initially). and because of the difference that she noticed, she had hope that maybe – just maybe – this was somehow a world free of prejudice and racism, a world in which she could finally find belonging in. but of course, the wizarding world was not quite as she first thought. there was still prejudice; it was merely towards a different group of people. mudblood. when draco malfoy first spat out that venomous word in reference to her, she didn’t immediately know just what it meant, but she understood well enough. she’d been called slurs before. hermione was once again rattled with that familiar fury. she was top of her year, with an extraordinary amount of power, but still she was viewed by many as inferior. she vowed to prove her worth and become an instrument of change. she would fight for herself, her friends, her parents, the enslaved house elves, and the other muggleborns. if this world tried to tell her she did not belong there either, she would show them all that she did. she would be the best and the brightest – better than draco, pansy, and anyone else who tried to diminish her. and that was just what she did. it wasn’t enough for her though. [ END TW ]

because while hermione might have been a know-it-all who seemed rather confident in her abilities, the truth was that she was deeply insecure and terrified of failure. identified as highly gifted from a young age, this unintentionally placed an insurmountable pressure on her to overachieve in order to measure up to those high standards – to confirm to everyone, including and especially herself, that she really was as intelligent as they all thought she was. and to make matters worse, whether she was in the muggle world or the wizarding world, she always had something to prove. (in fact, she was only able to attend her expensive private school because of the scholarship that was granted to her due to her high marks and test scores. because while she was upper middle class, her family still wasn’t wealthy enough to send her there otherwise.) she somewhat grew out of her insecurities as the years went by – she’s proud of who she is and knows that she’s capable – but some of her insecurities still linger to this day. that compulsive need to be perfect will never truly go away. it’s an innate part of her now.

[ PHYSICAL ASSAULT TW ] even though she is extremely socially conscious and compassionate, she is very much a paradox and can often be abrasive, insensitive, and overly blunt. she’s also far more ruthless than she appears to be at first glance – this is the girl who destroyed marietta edgecombe’s face when she dared to betray the d.a., erased her parents’ memories, set a professor on fire, imprisoned rita skeeter in a jar and blackmailed her, and left umbridge to the centaurs to rot. while she does have a rigid sense of morals, she’s vindictive and will ultimately do what is necessary to achieve the right outcome. she honestly does not regret any of these actions – the ends justified the means in hermione’s opinion. (aka draco malfoy should consider himself lucky she only slapped his sorry arse so hard that he bruised) [ END TW ]

[ DEMENTIA/ALZHEIMER’S AND PARENTAL DEATH TW ] once the dust settled after the battle of hogwarts, after the seemingly endless funerals and memorials, she left everyone behind for a few months to search for her parents in australia and bring them back home. tracking them down took several weeks in and of itself, but once she finally found them, she quickly realized that she had her work cut out for herself. memory magic is an incredibly intricate process because it involves reconstructing the brain, and without proper training, it can easily go awry. she spent many days working on properly restoring their memories, and even after she was sure that she had done it perfectly, something was still wrong. the doctors ended up diagnosing her father with early stage alzheimer’s. although her friends reassured her that it wasn’t her fault, she still blamed herself for this – her father was well past middle aged, but perhaps his mind would not have deteriorated so much if she hadn’t cast those memory charms. she began distancing herself from her parents early on in her school career, opting to spend her holidays with ron and harry instead of trying to fit into a magicless world she no longer belonged in, and she became wracked with guilt and regret for pushing her parents away even if it was partially for their safety and peace of mind. she thought she would have more time than this, years to make up for it all. there wasn’t. a few years down the line, her father finally succumbed to his dementia and passed away, her mother following very soon after. although she died of natural causes, it was almost as though she couldn’t bear being apart from the love of her life, to go on living in a world without him. [ END TW ]

[ PTSD, DEATH, PARENTAL DEATH, GRIEF, PHYSICAL ASSAULT, AND TORTURE TW ] at some point, she returned to hogwarts to complete her seventh year, determined to graduate with all o’s on her n.e.w.t.s, and of course she succeeded because she’s hermione and she buried herself in her schoolwork, very much as a distraction from her grief, her trauma, the diminishing health of her father, and her newfound fame. being a war hero thrust hermione into the spotlight, and at first, she didn’t know how to handle it in the slightest. through time, she came to use her celebrity status to become a voice for the oppressed – house elves, werewolves, other muggleborns – because again, she’s hermione and she wouldn’t be hermione without her vehemence for social justice.

upon graduation, she landed herself a job in the department for the control and regulation of magical creatures. she stayed there for a while before transferring to the department of magical law enforcement. she never considered herself going into magical law when she was younger, but she soon realized that it was the only way she would be able to bring lasting change to a long broken system. for several years, hermione immersed herself in her work as much as she could. it was absolutely a coping mechanism, especially after her parents passed. as always, she was constantly fretting over her loved ones, asking them multiple times a week if they were alright and reassuring them that she was always here if they need a shoulder to lean on, but she hadn’t quite dealt with the fact that she wasn’t alright, not by a long shot. in fact, she was barely holding it together. rather than living, she was merely surviving, and it wasn’t for herself. her work and her friends were the only real reasons she managed to drag herself out of bed every morning. she hadn’t properly grieved the people she lost, and she suffered from petrifying night terrors, and the worst ones were of bellatrix torturing her in malfoy manor. she tried everything to remove or cover her scars from the incident, but as they were magically carved into her by curses of bellatrix’s own creation, she wasn’t able to. eventually, she gave up, deciding she would wear them as signs of her courage and resilience. but there were still those nights where she woke up from a chilling nightmare, wailing and thrashing. she cast muffling charms on her room every night as a precaution. she couldn’t even bear to visit her parents’ graves, too overcome by guilt, knowing in her heart that their deaths were her fault. she didn’t know how to carry that pain.

eventually, she settled down with ron and had two children with him, and slowly, with her two best friends by her side, she started to heal from her war wounds. there was no orderly, linear process to follow, like the five stages of grief. it was messy, and it was hard, but she pushed through it. she sought therapy at the urging of her friends, learning how to better handle her emotions, especially the ones involving grief. it took time, but she learned to live to again. she was able to move on and finally forgive herself. she healed – only for that arduous work to be undone when the third wizarding war started and the world fell into shambles again.

hermione was angry. she was so angry at the world for putting them all through this again. so many people died to prevent another war from happening, and despite her best efforts to make their sacrifices count -- to make it all mean something -- it seemed like it was all for naught in the end. after all, here they were again -- the same fight. always the same fight, with most of the same people.

and then harry died. then harry, her best friend, died for the second time, and hermione’s world shattered into pieces. it was only her love for her family and her vehemence for justice that gave her the strength to move on--but only barely so. she knew that she would never completely heal from it all. the truth was that when harry died, a part of her died along with him. he was not only her first friend but her true best friend (because ron had always been something else, something much more complicated). she considered him to be a brother, and she always did everything she could to help and protect him. she loved him so much, and she would’ve died for him without a second thought. they all would have. his death -- along with her parents’ deaths -- will always be her biggest failures, and she will forever blame herself for them. what good is it – being so smart – if she couldn’t save the ones that she loved the most? once her boggart was failing her exams, but now it is harry and her parents telling her the truth that she already knows – that their deaths were her failure and her fault. of course, this boggart is as irrational as the one she had in her childhood. harry and her parents would never say such a thing. logically, hermione knows this, but she still blames herself all the same – even if they would never, even if it’s not truly her fault.

then, miraculously, harry evaded death once more, coming back to life like the messiah himself -- but at the price of the life of one of her dearest friends. she’s even more furious now, but that anger doesn’t have anywhere to go. ultimately, she knows that even though it was the foolhardy, reckless knights who performed the ritual, the blame rests on the order’s shoulders. they failed their children. they drove them to this. in a way, she truly understands why the knights did what they did because she missed harry with all her heart and would have given (almost) anything to see him one more time, but still, it horrifies her. she wanted him back -- she is so grateful to have him back -- but not like this. not at the price of neville longbottom’s life. this is beyond anything she could have ever conceived. this is an aberration. it should have been impossible. and yet, here her best friend is, alive and (almost) well. she never expected that she would ever have him back, but now when he looks at her without any recognition in his face, she cannot help but be reminded of her father’s death all over again.

in the end, she will keep going on, and she will fight until her last dying breath to protect her loved ones and the world, but she’s so tired. how many times will they all have to fight the same war? how many more people will have to die for them to finally end this – for good this time? will this ever truly be over, or is humanity doomed to make the same mistakes and fight the same wars forever? for the girl who’s supposed to have all of the answers, even she doesn’t know.

it should be noted that hermione has never believed in prophecies or even divination at all, and even now that harry is alive, she still doesn’t. ultimately, she would argue that the reason why harry came back to life isn’t because it was destined in any way but because the knights truly believed in the prophecy and thus made it happen, much like how voldemort marked harry as his equal out of his doing after he heard trelawney’s first prophecy. in a way, it was almost a self-fulfulling prophecy. in the end, hermione doesn’t believe in predestined fate, and she never will. instead, she intends to shape her own future.

edit: also! i forgot to mention that, before the ministry was taken over, hermione was head of the department of magical law enforcement, but when she was thrust out of her position, she made the decision to dedicate herself to the order fully. hermione has never been minister of magic in this verse. although the ministry was never perfect by any means, she was a strong supporter of minister shacklebolt and worked with him personally for many years. ultimately, she was fairly content where she was at before all of this, but who knows what could happen if and when the war ends. [ END TW ]

#rev intros #no graphic this time #i really just want to get this out #it's super rushed oops

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bubbleteatae · 4 years

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I said in a recent post that I had a list of prompt ideas, and I would try to write some one shots when I can. However I thought lately that I would like to use them in an a fic, as I prefer the idea of an ongoing story :) If you hadn’t already guessed, my bias is Taehyung, so my first fic is going to be a Taehyung x reader!

Here’s a little preview from part 1, I hope you’re interested in reading and I can’t wait to read your comments xx

Author’s note - I don’t speak Korean (I’m trying to learn though!) so the boys will speak English in the story, but I will try and acknowledge any possible language barriers that would come up in this situation.

Also, I probably won’t delve too much into a backstory for Y/N, as the character is meant to fit the reader’s imagination, but of course they need to have a personality and story, so will add a little bit where I need to :)

Puppy Love (Taehyung x Reader) - Preview

I was sitting outside a cafe, sipping on a warm latte with my head in my phone, Kanna sitting nicely as always by my side.

Suddenly she started pinning and began furiously wagging her tail as a small black and brown dog appeared under our table. Neither dogs looked threatening towards each other, both seeming like they wanted to play.

“Hey there little guy, where did you come from” I asked, holding out my hand to the small dog.

I looked up as a young man appeared in front of me. I immediately noticed how well dressed he was in a grey turtle neck, hidden under a large brown coat. As if it were some form of disguise, he removed his sunglasses and black facemask, bowing his head and frantically speaking in Korean.

“Mianhajiman hangug-eoleul jal moshaeyo. Yeong-eo.” I smiled apologetically. (I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Korean well. English.)

The young man smiled in return “Oh! I also speak a little English” his accent immediately charming me. “I am so sorry about my dog! We were walking by and he must have been interested in your dog and he jumped out of my arms before I could even react! I hope we didn’t startle you..”

“Oh no no, it’s fine! Kanna is more than happy to make new friends, she is very good” I smiled, rubbing her back as she continued to sniff at the her new friend.

“Kanna, what a sweet name. What type of dog is she?”

“She’s a Japanese Akita”

“May I?” He asked, holding his hand towards her.

“Of course! She’s very friendly”

As the young man knelt down to say hello to my dog I came to notice just how handsome he really was. His dark, wavy hair, fell around his face and framed his soft, yet masculine features. The way his ears showed from under his hair, multiple earrings catching the sunrays. His lips curving into a boxy smile that spread across his face, and the way his eyes scrunched as Kanna licked his caramel skin.

I only realised I was staring when he looked up at me laughing, and I was met with his dark brown eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how kind they were.

I was snapped back into reality when his own dog yelped out playfully.

“Yeontan, don’t be rude!” They young man laughed, ruffling the fur of his small dog.

“Aw hello Yeontan” I cooed, allowing him to sniff my hand.

“He’s a bit of an attention seeker. Especially around pretty girls” he laughed, and I couldn’t help but notice he seemed more nervous.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and immediately tried to change the subject. “He’s a pomeranian?”

He nodded, before raising his eyebrows “how rude of me, I haven’t even asked your name!”

“I’m Y/N” I smiled.

The young man held out his large hand, his wrist decorated with simple bracelets and two small rings on his fingers.

“I’m Taehyung”

#kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung fic #bts fic

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 4

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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Back home before Harry left for university, Harry and I would always go to the theatres to watch movies. He bought tickets for us to watch “Bad boys for life” at 4:30pm but its 4pm and Kimberly is still at Harry’s house. I wouldn’t mind her being here and going to the movies with us if she was at least nice to me, but she isn’t. When me and harry would talk to each other, she makes sure that the conversation shifts to her, its like she really doesn’t want me to be here and it’s making me feel uncomfortable. I just wish that Harry could see that. Time is up and we decide to leave for the movies. Harry offered to drive us in his car, but I insist to drive instead because I knew Kimberley was going to be making remarks like “the girlfriend should always sit in the passenger seat, next to her boyfriend” and quite frankly, I didn’t want to hear it. As soon as she looks at my car, she already had something to say.

- “So, this is the car that you want us to ride in? Jesus Christ, we should have just called an Uber” she torts out loud and obnoxiously

- “Why don’t we ride in your car then, since mine isn’t good enough for you.” I defend myself and my car.

- “Y/N, Kimberley doesn’t have a car. She doesn’t even have a license yet” Harry says silently as he nudges me to be quiet.

I laugh silently when I heard that. My car has 5 doors and 4 wheels and its not a crappy car so what’s the matter with that? Even if it was a crappy car, it does what it needs to do and takes me to places so what’s the issue? I unlock my car and I get in. Just when harry is about to open the door to sit in the passenger seat, Kimberly rushes to harry and pulls him to the back so that they could sit together. I know I said this already but I’m really Harry’s uber driver, aren’t I? first I deliver his food, and now this? Laughable. We get to the movies and Kimberley begs harry to buy her a ticket. Finally, we get into the theatre and I was thinking that because me and Kimberley don’t know each other AND she just hates me off rip, it would be sensible for Harry to sit in between us but nope, Kimberley decided to let a group of four find seats before her and Harry. While all of this was happening, I thought that both Harry and Kimberley were behind me and because of that, I end up sitting by myself and have 5 strangers (including Kimberley) sit between me and harry. I didn’t even get to watch the movie properly because all I could think about was the fun me and Harry could have had. I even started to question why I even took time off from work to come here.

A few hours later, the movie ended. Harry planned that we go bowling and to a pizza place, but Kimberley didn’t want to do that. She had other plans instead, so we went back home. Harry and started to feel very hungry and so we went into the fridge and took out the food that auntie made. Harry happened to have ingredients that should be eaten with the side dishes that his mother made, so he asked Kimberley if she could wash and make the rice while he fried eggs and peeled some potatoes.

- “I’m not your maid for you to be asking me to wash the rice. Do it yourself.” she says while folding her arms with a ferocious expression spread across her face.

- “Kim, just help me this once. I’m already peeling potatoes and will fry the rice. Please? We’re all going to eat this anyway, so you might as well help. Plus, its quicker too.” Harry conveys to Kimberley.

- “I don’t want to eat whatever this atrocious food is. It smells horrible. Ew, is that seaweed? Yeah, I don’t like whatever this nonsense is. Who made this?” Kimberley viciously says while directly making eye contact with me.

While she is pretending to gag at the food, me and Harry make eye contact and just shake our heads. I decide to walk into the kitchen area where Harry was peeling potatoes.

- “I’ll help since I don’t want to wait too long for the food to be ready” I say with a smile.

- “Thanks Y/N. but you’re the guest. I wanted me and Kimberley to show off our cooking skills.” He says.

- “No worries. I’m just really hungry” I wash my hands and g straight to where the containers full of side dishes are and open it and put it in my mouth. “mmm, Harry. Your mom did a really good job at making these. This is delicious.” I then turn around and start washing the rice.

When Kimberley heard that, her eyes widened up. She looked like she messed up. No, she did mess up. She thought that I was the one that cooked for Harry, so she thought that it was okay for her to be rude. Childish.

Harry takes his phone out and makes a phone call. He orders a Pepperoni pizza. I already knew that the pizza wasn’t for me or him, we both hate pepperoni, so I knew he ordered it for Kimberley.

- “P, why are you ordering pizza?” Kimberley says, confused.

- “I ordered it for you, Kim. Since you don’t like my mom’s food, or Korean food.” Harry says with his head down, peeling the potatoes.

- “No, that’s not what I meant.” She says with an apologetic voice.

Harry slams the potato peeler on the counter and looks up at her. He’s angry.

- “then what did you mean?” he voiced, while being exasperated.

- “I meant to say-“

- “Oh, you meant to say that it’s because you don’t like my mom’s cooking? Said it because you don’t like Korean food, Korean culture or me being Korean? Or did you say it because you thought that Y/N cooked it?” Harry snaps with anger in his eyes.

- “ I didn’t-“ Kimberley says silently.

- “The pizza is coming soon anyway, so it’s not like I can cancel it. Just eat it when it comes.”

- “Guys, that’s enough!” I eventually shout at them. “please stop this. It’s a happy evening, let’s not ruin the mood here now. Okay?” I say while looking at them both with a serious yet gentle expression. I lied, the evening was not great, neither was the day, but I just wanted everyone to get along.

20 minutes go bye in silence. Everybody seems to be upset, but me and Harry managed to complete our cooking amidst the silence. All I could do was just stand in the kitchen with my hands on my back, because of how awkward it was, while Harry set the table.

- “Let’s eat, Y/N”

I noticed that Harry had only set the table for two. He completely ignored Kimberley.

- “Kimberley, come eat.” I say, as the peace maker.

- “Nah, she’s good” Harry says, while pouring me some water.

- Are you sure Harry? Because-“

- “Just eat Y/N. jal meoggessseubnida” He says before he starts eating.

15 minutes later, me and harry had finally finished eating. His mom did a great job with the food and so did Harry. It brought back memories on when we used to cook together and rate each other’s cooking skills. I missed it. Harry gets up to wash the plates, but I insist to wash them instead because the air was filled with awkwardness still and I just didn’t want to be involved. Harry didn’t want me to wash the plates because he keeps considering me as a guest, but in the end, he gave in.

A few minutes later, Harry’s phone rings. It’s the pizza man telling him to get the delivery from the garage downstairs. He puts his phone on his coffee table and puts on his hoody. Just as he is turning the door handle, Kimberley runs up to him.

- “P, where are you going?” she says worriedly.

- “Your pizza is here” he says while half ignoring her, face on the ground. “Y/N, Ill be right back.” He says while quickly glancing at me and then closing the door behind him.

Kimberley then goes to the coffee table and grabs Harry’s phone. She seemed like she was going through his phone, while muttering things under her breath. I finish washing the dishes and notice that there’s nothing for me to dry my hands with.

- “Hey, Kimberley, do you know where Harry keeps his hand towels? I gently ask.

- “Shut your mouth. You’re the reason why PH-1 is angry at me. How dare you try and act high and mighty in this house. I wish you never came here. Stupid bitch.”

- “I beg your pardon?” I say, with confusion and shock written all over my face.

- “You heard me, bitch. I said, I wish you never came here.”

- “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been rude to me ever since I got here. Can we just get along, for Harry’s sake?”

- “What if I don’t want to get along with you?” she says with a mean expression on her face.

Just as Kimberley is walking up to me, assuming to slap me, the keys unlock the door from the outside and Kimberley gets shocked and makes an extremely fast U-turn into Harry’s room. Leaving me standing in the living room area alone. Like an idiot. The door opens, Harry looks around the living room and kitchen area and sees no signs of Kimberley.

- “Hey, where is she?” Harry asks, curiously, with a pizza box in his hands.

- “She just rushed into your room.” I say, while being tired of the day, even though its only 8pm.

- “Oh okay, thanks Y/N. Also, I’m sorry about my behaviour earlier. I- I- I just lost it at that moment.” Harry says with disappointment spread on his face.

- “Hey, its okay, Harry. Go in there, she’s probably waiting for you” I say with a smile on my face.

- “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a good friend” he says. Then quickly grabs his phone from the coffee table in the living room and heads to his bedroom.

Its been about an hour since Harry and Kimberley where in his room eating pizza. I got tired so I tried going into his roommate’s bedroom, but it had happened to be locked. I message Harry to ask him how about the sleeping arrangements, but my messages seem to not go through. 2 hours go by and Harry still wont answer his messages. I even call him and its also not going through. As much as I can’t stand Kimberley, I don’t want both herself and Harry to be arguing. So, I end up going to stand Infront of the bedroom, just to hear about what’s going on and I’m hearing giggling. I hear them both giggling because Harry is tickling Kimberley. I even hear Harry ask Kimberley for a kiss, and that’s when I knew that it was time for me to leave. Harry had left my bag on the couch, so I just took it, put on my coat and shoes, then I left. I just sat in my car because I didn’t know where to go and I was just thinking about today. Out of all the days that I have spent with Harry, this one has to be number 1 on the list for the worst. In fact, we barely spent time. Only time we “spent time was while we ate together. I was angry and I was also sad. “What did I do to this girl? Why can’t Harry see that she’s a bad person? Why is Harry making love to this girl why he’s left me all alone for 2 hours, in the living room? Why won’t he reply to my messages or calls? Why is he giving me mixed signs?” That was all that was running through my mind.

I search for hotels that are nearby the highway, that I will be taking to leave this city tomorrow. I find a good hotel and drive to it. I check in and sleep. I wake up the next day and check out. Still, there’s no reply and no calls from Harry. I sigh at the sight of my phone and I just drive off. The car ride home was horrible, it started pouring rain.

Is Harry ever going to text or call me back?

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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 7

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The week went by agonizingly fast, although it were better days than what you have been dealing with lately. Visiting Myunghwa helped a lot with resolving unecessary thoughts and feelings you had against yourself, remembering what she had taught you to master best—tranquility, almost losing your very own touch of it.

Ever since Myunghwa passed away, the stillness you had within started to slip from your fingers, without notice; your arrogance was starting to surface, impatience, sarcasm and insensitivity towards the people around you. You took the chance to meditate with your remaining days in Jeju, taking the advice from Chairman Byeon, preparing yourself to return as a better person, a better boss and not a dismantled one.

Today was going to be different, you thought to yourself. Your heart raced from the nervousness you felt, anticipating what you had to face since the huge scandal you had caused days prior. All those people you hurt and shamed, not to mention the poor boy you must have traumatized. Not only that....Lee Jooheon, the memory was vague during that drunked night, but you remembered the significant parts of it. Just as you were ready to face the day with a new perspective, a little bit of bad luck always had to squeeze itself in.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, dreading to deal with this early morning misfortune causing a growing traffic jam in the middle of Gangnam. Moving your flat-tired car to the curb made you quadruple think, afraid it might cause another problem, but you delivered anyway. Immediately reaching for your phone, you called for a towing service which arrived sooner than you thought.

It was grueling seeing your watch tick almost five times faster than normal, knowing you had called for a compulsory 9:30 am meeting with the entire production team of Champion Trainee. What felt like three minutes was actually already thirty as the time yielded 9:15 am. Your car was already queued to be fixed, but you still had to wait.

9:15 turned to 9:30, then 10:27, 11:49 then 01:51.

Soojin had called several times for an update, apologizing and explaining to the crew and staff on your behalf regarding the four and a half hour wait. Luckily it was a Saturday, most of the people had no other schedules planned and continued to wait.

Yoongi’s POV

Secretary Soojin with the help of Daehan, one of the producers came in to the meeting room from time to time, apologizing and explaining the situation to everyone regarding the delay. Y/N had something important to attend to, as they were saying. Most people didn’t mind, but I did. I had another schedule at 2:30 for a commercial shoot with the rest of my members in one of the studios upstairs. Manager Hobeom had already called multiple times, asking for updates, wanting to know if I will be able to make it on time which I already knew I wasn’t.

“Mianhae, hyung. We’re still waiting. I don’t think I’ll be done on time.” I took a deep breath, eyeing my watch.

“Kwenchana, we already talked to the director. You need to attend to that meeting. We’ll take care of the situation here. You might have to stay a little bit later though, for the shoot I mean.”

“Kwenchana. Are the members okay? I can probably leave for awhile and come back down here later so we can do the group shoots, in that way they don’t have to stay late with me.”

“We thought about that earlier, but then again it’s too time constricting and a hassle. The whole production crew and your members already said they would wait. Just finish your meeting.”

“Oh. Arasseo” again, I sighed, starting to recognize the displeasure I was beginning to feel regarding all this.

If she had something else she needed to do prior, why schedule the meeting at that time only to delay it for four hours?

Finally she had arrived, again, apologizing for the (unreasonable) delay and started her part of the meeting right away, stealing another two hours of my time. When it had ended, goodbyes and thank yous were said. I saw her call the boy she had tormented last week into a room for a reason I did not have time to waste on.

I hurried upstairs to the commercial shoot, apologizing to the staff, crew and my members for the two hour delay which they shrugged off easy. The shoot began right away, along with my throbbing headache.

Y/N’s POV

At the end of the meeting, I decided to make the first approach in correcting the grave mistakes I have made last week. The boy whom I shamed in front of everyone came to me shaking next to Soojin.

“I’m sorry for how I acted last week. I have no excuse to validate my unprofessional and not to mention unreasonable actions. Joesonghabnida, I hope it’s not too late for your forgiveness.” I bowed, disregarding pride and prejudice as I delivered my apology gently and not passively.

I could sense the look of surprise on the poor boy’s face, unable to compose a reaction right away. But eventually he smiled kindly, relieving the heaviness in my heart.

“Kwenchana, gwangjangnim. Thank you for considering me worthy of your apology. I admire your humility. Thank you”

I am astounded with the weight that encounter took off of me seeing how that young boy walked out of the office in a much more dignified manner. A consoling smile crept across my semi-weary face.

“Geureom, shall we call it a day?” I turned to Soojin whose eyes blinked in heavy confusion.

“Ne?”

Clearing my throat, I gave her an amused smile as I repeated myself.

“I said, let’s go home. It’s the weekend after all. You should be spending time with your husband.”

“A-ah....dae!”

I studied her figure as she bowed to me politely, gently grabbing her hands and held it with mine, rubbing her knuckles with my thumb.

“Jal ji naesseo?” Her eyes softened, disregarding the formality between the both of us.

“Jinjja...Eonnie, I should be the one asking you that. Aigoo”

“Mianhae, Soojinah. Eonnie hasn’t checked on you for awhile”

“Eonnie, I’m doing well. Actually... I think I might even be pregnant” my eyes widened as I pulled back, just enough to see her entirely, biting her lip in excitement

“J-jinjja?!? Omo!!! Ottoke” I panicked, covering my mouth, not wanting to be loud.

“Ya, you need to go home! Get some rest and eat more, aigoo, your shirt is too loose--ottoke--I should buy you vitamins--have you gone to your doctor--is Youngjae taking care of you???”

It was never ending; the storm of emotions, pleasant ones at least, were hard to conceal.

“Dae, dae. Everything is in order and yes, Youngjae has been pampering me more than ever since I told him.”

“Geureom, now it’s time for you to go home. I’ll have the company driver drop you off, no ifs, no buts!”

“Ahhh jamkkanman! Let me just take this upstairs to Director Kang, he needs this by today.”

“What is it?” Reaching out my hand towards her, I asked for the folder she almost didn’t want to give.

“It’s the script you approved for the Innis Free commercial they’re shooting on Monday with Song Hye Kyo.” She continued, allowing me to check the contents of the envelope.

“Arasseo, I’ll take care of it”

“Ani, it’s okay. It’ll only take ten minutes to drop it off.”

“Ani, kwenchana, I haven’t seen Director Kang in awhile. I’d like to say hi, we are good friends after all”

Finally, she gave in, letting go of the duty, permitting me to deliver it to Director Kang personally.

Your two-floor walk wasn’t too bad considering you took the stairs, adding an extra cardio exercise to your day. Plus, your phone ringing three times before you stepped inside the studio room where Director Kang was working. The last phone call ended just in time for you to spot him standing on one corner, his back faced against you. The excitement you felt was indescribable, waiting to see a good friend of yours after almost a year. You could hear his soothing, yet very manly voice as you drew closer. Apparently, he was having a casual conversation with several bodies who were seated in front of him, covered by the equipment.

“Ehem. Annyeonghaseyo, PDnim”

You sounded, folding your lips, waiting for Director Kang to turn.

However, the knot of excitement brewing in your stomach wasn’t meant for him—his body shift revealed the perfect view of three handsome faces, ones which were covered by the speakers and cameras earlier. Their eyes, same as yours, were startled, poignant and unsure.

“Ya!!! Jeongmal, wah. Is this really you, Y/N?”

“A-ah d-dae” you giggled nervously, ungluing your eyes from the sight that had greeted you with memories of the past.

“Wah, jinjja, how long has it been? You’re one of the big fishes now. It’s almost impossible to meet you personally in and outside work”

“You’re overly exaggerating, I came to see you didn’t I? I even brought your script for you” you responded casually, handing him the folder which he took a peek at.

“Did it pass your standards, gwanjangnim?” Director Kang asked teasingly.

“Geureomyo~ you’re a hard one to say no to” you said friskily.

“Ah, before you leave, let me introduce you to a few people. I’m sure you’ll bump heads in this industry soon.”

Again, the attention that was spared for earlier had been redirected, although this time, the air had gotten more natural than dense.

“Yeoreobun, I’d like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, we interned together back in the days, this is Y/N.

—Y/N, I’m almost sure you know who they are but I’d personally like to introduce them to you. 방탄소년단 members, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok”

Namjoon’s POV

We sat quietly, listening to the exchange of words between Director Kang and Y/N. The Y/N who we haven’t heard from or seen in a long time. Hoseok and Jin-hyung kept still, though I could sense the tinge of awkwardness from them. Who is there to blame? This was too much of an unexpected encounter, none of us saw it coming. Minutes later the stilted aura began to subside, right before Director Kang introduced us to each other. The three of us looked at her warmly, like a silent “have you been well” from our end, she did the same. Before we even had the chance to exchange greetings, Director Kang excused himself, attending to one of the staff who needed clarification at the other end of the room.

“Have you been well?” She asked.

“Oh” Hoseok answered, nodding his head as he smiled subtly.

“How long has it been? Three? Four?” Jin-hyung, now making an effort to keep the conversation going approached rather gently, unlike his usual loud greeting. It was a happy one though.

“Five, actually” a weak but tender smile slipped from her lips.

I kept a steady eye on her, her tiny face and flowy dress, the firmness in her tone when she spoke, the way she carried herself. She looked different, but she felt the same. The same Y/N we loved and cared for in the past.

“It’s nice seeing you, Namjoonssi” startled, I shook my head, eyes blinking nervously which I managed to control right away.

“Likewise, Y/N” I muttered back, bowing my head slightly for formality, though unecessary.

“Where have you been all these years?” Hobi asked.

“Just here really. I went back to school since the um— since the incident”

“Ah. I see, I see” Hobi, again, replied while Jin-hyung and myself continued to nod our heads.

Jin-hyung attempted to ask another question which was interrupted out of the blue by a groaning, irritated voice.

“Jin-hyung, did you bring your headache pill?” A moaning Yoongi entered from the corner, rubbing his forehead roughly with his right hand. He didn’t notice Y/N’s presence until he turned his back on us, facing towards her. His face sourer at the sight. No greetings were heard from the both of them. Y/N stood awkwardly, almost looking like she wanted to initiate a wholesome conversation, however Yoongi was the complete opposite—purposely refusing to spare her a glance, looking in all other directions but hers. We waited gruesomely for Jin-hyung to come back with the pill.

“Yeogi” Jin-hyung handed him two pills, passing him a bottle of water with it.

“Kwenchana? How many more do you have to do?” Asked Jin-hyung.

“Seven more.” Yoongi answered dully.

“Seven?! Ya, you don’t look so good. Sit down for awhile”

They were referring to the number of scenes Yoongi still had to finish. A moment of silence occurred as we watched him gulp half a bottle of water, wiping the remnants off his lips.

“If I had started on time, I wouldn’t have to deal with all this.” He spat using his words, putting no effort in hiding his vexation.

“Ya, ya. Hajima, it’ll only worsen your headache.” Jin-hyung tried to ease him, before the situation escalated, attempting to massage Yoongi’s tensed shoulders. However, it didn’t stop him. Of course...when did anything ever when he was mad? A sardonic grunt he let out.

“Ani. I’m not going to have all these people wait for my personal reasons. Isn’t it a mockery for professionals to cause delays so they can attend to other affairs?”

I noticed Y/N’s eyes drooping. It was obviously directed towards her, Yoongi made sure she knew that.

“I—” again, with a disgusting tone, indirectly addressing what he had to say

“—personally can’t stand people who waste my time. Especially when they didn’t deserve it in the first place.” With that said, he left.

It was hard not to catch the frustration drawn across Jin-hyung’s handsome face. Hoseok sighed, head turning left and right.

“Mian, Y/N. He hasn’t been sleeping well these past days” said Jin-hyung, shifting his attention to Y/N who was forcing a smile despite the awkwardness. She waited for Director Kang to return then left.

Sometime after her departure, a well-built man in a black suit hurriedly ran towards where we were, hunched back as he struggled to catch his breath. Upon regaining composure, he introduced himself as Mr. Park Il Sung, head of the security department and right away explained the sudden situation.

“Joesonghabnida, I didn’t mean to startle you. We were told that gwangjangnim was last seen in this studio. Do you, by chance, know where she had gone?”

Director Kang looked at him with dewy-eyes before responding.

“Ah, Y/N? D-dae, she just left a little while ago”

“What’s going on?” before the conversation resumed, Yoongi happened to arrive, perhaps to grab a bottle of water from the food station nearby.

“Gabjagi...wae?” Inquired director Kang towards the security personnel.

“Her vehicle has been hit and run in the parking lot. We wanted to let her know ahead of time.”

Y/N’s POV

“Ani, kwenchana. I sent the company driver elsewhere. Please don’t worry about the matter. I’ll manage to get home safely. Kamsahambnida, Mr. Park” I sighed, trying to relax myself as I ended the three minute call.

I had just been told that my vehicle, which was just returned from the shop after my morning incident, was hit and run at the parking lot. The security personnel had already arranged for it to be investigated and repaired, although they insisted I was brought home by the company driver who I sent to bring Soojin home.

“Grae, this maybe an opportunity for me to experience an old life of mine” I whispered to myself, walking towards the bus stop which I had not been to in years.

The dinner table was unusually quiet tonight with merely the sound of slurped soup and chopstick clanking heard instead of voices. Everyone was just...hungry after a restless day. They were all quick to tidy up. Maknaes were first to leave the kitchen of course, Jungkook and Taehyung going back to their game dens, Jimin watching a movie by the living room. Namjoon had not left the dinning room table, fiddling with his phone with a cup of hot tea sitting in front of him. Hoseok took a seat across him, easing his body from doing the dishes. And of course, Jin taking out an entire case of beer from the fridge. Hence, the drinking began.

“How’s your headache?” Asked Seokjin with a sour face, slumping his third can onto the marble.

“Better that it was” responded Yoongi almost emotionless.

“Geundae..earlier” Hoseok, with his head tilted sideways, apparently had something he wanted to discuss but could not deliver through. But the silence eventually unfolded the topic. They all knew what he was pertaining to.

Yoongi cleared his throat, drawing all eyes on him.

“What?” As always, dodging the subject with his indifference.

“Ya! Hajima. Do you really think we’re that naive? Stop acting like you don’t know, we’ve lived together for years. We know just about every layer of skin you have” snarled the eldest, annoyed at the dumb-play of his dongsaeng.

“Geurotchi! Aigo! How could you be so harsh to her?” Hoseok’s face drew all sorts of expressions all over it as he protested. Namjoon only watched.

Yoongi could neither disagree or agree to how they had reacted, remembering the inhumane things he had said to you earlier. Had he known that a flat tire was the cause of your delay, he would not have said the things he did. Also, overhearing Mr. Park’s conversation with you over the phone regarding your hit-and-ran vehicle did not aid his guilt.

“I believe she deserves an apology, hyung” spoke Namjoon neutrally, remaining considerate to both parties.

At this point, they had already ganged up on him, rubbing his fault directly on his face. Barely giving him a chance to speak.

“Ara, ara—“ responded Min Yoongi in defeat. Clearing his throat, avoiding any eye contact.

“—I’ll apologize when I see her tomorrow” he said quietly.

All of a sudden, he felt three wide-eyed glares cornering him. This was just frustrating.

“You do know you won’t be on the show for a week, right?”

Yoongi eyed Namjoon dumbfounded. No response, whatsoever.

This gave him away. He forgot.

“Tsk, jinjja—” huffed Jin sarcastically, not sure how to react to his oblivion.

“—Ya, Min Yoongi....we’re scheduled for Japan next week”

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