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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 4 years

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“I absolutely need to see / read something where Tom and Maddie try and teach Sonic to swim. If anyone does this I’ll love you forever.”

@sakuraconsoles ~Ask and you shall receive~

@rockmilkshake ~ I was halfway through writing this when you posted your artwork, so some of this will based off the art you just posted~

I was literally up until midnight writing this. I am very tired but it was worth it.

Sonic kicked his legs back and forth excitedly as he sat in the back seat of Tom’s new Tacoma, staring out the window watching the power lines rush by.

Tom was in the drivers seat, his elbow out the window as he kept his eyes on the road while Maddie was going through her phone, her hair in 2 long french braids, humming along to the song playing on the radio.

Since it was getting near the end of the spring season, Tom and Maddie have been booked with working more hours while he’s been plagued with to what he considers, an illegal amount of homework so close to spring break.

Maddie had told him the day before that they were all going to a new place for the day, a place he hasn’t been to yet.

Ever since then, he was just going to town with questioning the couple on their new destination.

‘This is the first time in awhile we’ve gone anywhere together on a Saturday, must be a real awesome place if i never seen it.’ He thought as he started thinking of where they were going.

"Are we going to the park?"

"No"

"Oh, hooow about the skating ring?"

"Nope”

“Umm...Oh! Are you taking us to the baseball field?” He sat up in his seat, trying to see Tom’s face as he drove.

Tom made a buzzing noise as he kept his eyes on the road.

Sonic huffed as he plopped back against the seat. He looked up and titled his head to the side.“.....are you taking us to Olive Garden again?” He said in a deadpan voice.

Maddie stifled a laugh while Tom gasps, adjusting his rear view mirror to look at the pouting hedgehog. “Hey what’s with that tone? I thought you liked Olive Garden?”

“I mean I do! But like you always get that never ending pasta bowl. They have other foods to eat you know.” He shrugged his shoulders as looked down at his sneakers.

“But that’s the thing about the never ending pasta bowl.” He glanced back at Sonic, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

“It never ends.” He turned back around, laughing to himself.

Sonic rolled his eyes at the poor joke. “Pfft well for you yeah, only because you can never finish the whole thing in one sitting.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault they made the food Im-pasta-ble to eat.”

Maddie tightened her mouth in a straight line, shaking her head and glancing out the window while Sonic gave a unintended snicker behind his glove.

Tom’s head snapped up. “Was that a laugh I just heard?”

“No, it wasn’t.” He replied, muffled due to his hand covering his mouth.

“Then why are you smiling behind your glove?”

Dropping his hand quickly, he crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t smiling, i was making sure you didn’t hear that pity laugh.”

Tom held up a finger up. “Ah! so you admit it was a laugh then?”

“I....uggh ok fine it was.” He groaned, hitting his head against the seat.

Tom gave a small “yes” as he winked at Maddie.

Maddie smiled back at him and gave a small laugh. “You guys are so adorable.”

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Getting antsy, Sonic’s leg began bouncing out of impatience as they were getting near their destination.

“We’ve been in this car for so long! Are we there yet?”

Tom let out a chuckle. “It’s only been 15 minutes bud.”

“It feels like it’s been 15 hours! We’ve been driving for so loooonnng.” He laid down dramatically on his side, closing his eyes.

Maddie turned around, clutching his hand and shaking it to get his attention. “Well have you guessed where we’re going yet?”

He sat back up. “No, i absolutely have no idea where we’re going.”

“Well, you can stop guessing now cause we are now here.” Tom pulled into a parking space.

Due to his small stature, Sonic unbuckled and stood up on the seat to look outside.

What he saw was people, mostly kids walking towards a small brown building.

Only they were carrying fairly large bags, some were carrying long, colorful tubes, beach towels and chairs.

‘Wait, are we at the-?’

“Welcome to the Green Hills community pool!” Tom addressed with flair as he got out of the car, earning odd looks from some passing teens.

Sonic jumped down from his seat to the ground, shutting the door behind him. Tom went to the trunk to get their things while Maddie answered a call on her cellphone, walking away so he couldn’t overhear her conversation.

He glanced around at the groups heading inside, most were paying him no mind while only a few, mostly toddlers, would stare at him in fascination while they walked with their parents.

‘Quite a lot of people are here today, it’s not even that hot out today.’

Zipping over to the wire fence, he’s eyes widened at the sight before him.

“Oh sweet chimichanga.”

The area of place was a pretty big, whether that was due to his size or not was up to him,

The pool had about 2 slides around the length of the pool, a short, open blue slide and a tall, teal slide that formed a spiral to the water and a long diving board, which he saw a few people jumping and doing flips off it.

He looked over to where the lawn chairs were set up, there were more people sitting in the grass on towels rather than the chairs leaving a lot of open spaces, either reading, sunbathing, a few couples even making out underneath the trees.

“Ew, how do they even breath when they do that?”

He zipped back to truck where Tom was shutting the trunk, unloading the last of the bags.

“Ok that’s everything, here you can carry this one, it’s light enough for you.” He passes Sonic a small bag, which was filled with mostly towels and bagged lunches.

Maddie walked back over to them, face beaming as she put her phone in her purse.

“We all set?”

Tom nodded as he passed a bag to Maddie. “Yep, all ready to swim in cold, dirty water with random strangers.”

“Tom...”

“What? We basically are.”

“I know but I don’t want to think about that while I’m swimming in said water.”

“Just think of it like your taking a cold bath.....but using chlorine and with random people who are almost naked.”

“Oh my god Tom, please just stop.”

The hedgehog stifled his laughs as he walked behind them, before pausing with a look of confusion and slight disgust morphed on his face.

‘Wait, is it really like that?’

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“Ok close your eyes.”

Sonic obeyed as Maddie smeared some sunscreen on his face and muzzle, scrunching his face at the cold feeling and odd smell.

Sitting cross legged on the lawn chair, he started to rub at his face. “Ick, why do I have to wear sunscreen? I have fur all over my body.”

Maddie grabbed his hand. “Yeah but parts of your face doesn’t, so it could be more eligible to be sunburnt than the rest of your body.” She helped him spread the lotion around his eyes and face.

“Ugh does it have to smell so bad?”

“Better safe than sorry sweetie.” She shrugged as she got up, rubbing his head as she sat behind him.

He sighed as he laid back against her shoulder, watching his head quills from poking her.

“Who are you texting on your phone?”

“My boyfriend, Arnold.”

He shot up, shocked. “Your what?!?”

Laughing, she shook her head and put her hand on his shoulder. “No I was just joking, I’m just texting a friend.”

He grabbed his chest, sighing in relief. “Oh man, at first I thought you were actually taking Rachel’s advice on leaving Tom.”

“Hmmm I wouldn’t call it advice, it’s more like a order.”

“Heh pretty much yeah.”

The two sat in silence for a moment before the sound of Tom grunting and the scraping of a chair caught their attention.

He continued to pull the heavy lawn chair over, before simply picking it up and setting it down next to them.

He sat down, wiping his “Whew! It’s starting to get more busy in here, I had to almost fight someone to get this chair.”

Maddie made a face as she put her arm around Sonic, who was still leaning against her. “Who was fighting you for the chair?”

“Mrs. Tailor.”

Sonic let out a gasp. “You tried to fight Flower Power lady?”

“Yeah and she did not take well.” He sheepishly said as he motioned his eyes over to where she was.

She was glaring straight at him at the pool entrance, scowling and making a very rude hand gesture at him.

“I have a feeling we’re not going to get those petunias half priced anymore Maddie.”

She sighed. “Oh great.”

Sonic squinted at Mrs. Tailor. “What’s that thing she’s doing with her hand mean?”

“It’s a bad thing and don’t let me ever catch and hear you doing that.” Tom replied sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Sonic held up his hands. “Ok, ok I won’t.”

“Good.”

Maddie’s phone chimed, she got up as she checked it.

“I got to take this, don’t upset anyone else’s while I’m gone!” She jogged towards the entrance, speaking to whoever was on the other line.

Tom leaned over towards Sonic, who was looking through the lunch bag. “You noticed that she’s been in the phone a lot today?”

“Yeah, I think she’s talking to Rachel or something.” He said nonchalantly as he put the bag down and stretched his arms.

“Yeah?”

“Either that or it’s her boyfriend Arnold.”

“Uh hu- wait Arnold?”

“Yeah Arnold Schwarzenegger, she really has her eyes on him.”

“.....Sonic that’s not funny.”

“I know, I thought she would be into to Tom Cruise.”

“Why on earth would she be into Tom Cruise?”

“Have you SEEN the way that guy runs? Now that’s a man.”

Tom scoffed, getting annoyed. “Wha- compared to who?”

Sonic looked Tom up and down. “Compared to you I guess.”

“You little-.”

“I thought I told you guys not to upset anyone?” Maddie came over to them, hands on her hips.

Sonic pointed a finger at Tom. “He thinks that you don’t love him anymore.”

Tom swatted Sonic's finger away. “No, no that’s not what I meant.”

Maddie raised her eyebrow, amused.

“Maddie, who would you prefer, me or Tom Cruise?.”

“Tom Cruise.” She replied with no hesitation.

Sonic brust into laughter, nearly falling off the chair. Tom’s mouth gaped open, putting his hand on his chest dramatically. “Maddie...why?”

“That chizzled look he has on his face everytime he smiles at people, it’s amazing.”

“What about when I would smile?”

“That’s your saving grace, it’s actually better than his.”

“Oh what a relief.”

“Ew, if you two are down flirting, can we please go in th-.”

“Hey Sonic!”

Sonic stopped as he heard his name being called, the voice sounding very familiar.

He looked up at Maddie, who was glancing at him smiling. “Maddie am I losing it or did that sound like-.”

“Sonic! Over here!”

He turned to where the voice came from and saw someone waving to them, a young girl who has wearing her hair in small, beaded braids running towards them through the grass.

“Jojo!?”

He got off the chair and zoomed over to her, stopping right in front of her and sliding right into a hug.

Jojo giggles as she put down her bag and hugs him back tightly, lifting him slightly off the ground.

She released him as she grabbed her bag off the ground and walked next to him.

“Oh man I didn’t know you were coming to visit!”

“Yeah, mom and aunt Maddie made sure I couldn’t tell you anything.”

“What? Geez everyone’s just keeping stuff from me, so your mom is here too?”

“Yeah, she’s in the car making sure that her makeup looks good.”

“....Why is she wearing makeup when she’s going swimming?”

“She tells me that the ‘most worthy’ guys always come to the pool to check out the women.”

He stopped and looked up at her with disgust. “What?”

“I don’t know either.” She glanced back, shrugging her shoulders. Sonic looked back and saw her through the car window, applying said lipstick.

“I don’t understand our family.”

“Neither do I, but I’m glad that you’re here though, it’s nice to have a kid around my age in this family, who’s also not a crazy adult.” She smiled as she grabbed his hand.

He grinned, giving her hand a squeeze. “Heh Yeah, me too Jo.”

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“Ok I’m pretty sure this jacket is trying to suffocate me.” Sonic tried to adjust his mini life jacket, only to end up nearly choking himself.

“Ok, here let me help.” Tom adjusts his jacket, putting pressure off his back quills. “And here are your floaties.”

“Is this really necessary?” He winced as Tom shoves the floaties on his arms. “They’re really tight.”

“Well yeah dude, since you never swam before you need to train yourself to swim with it so you can eventually swim without them.”

“Why can’t I just that donut tube thingy like Jojo's?” He motions over to her, who was using said tube spin fast and around in a circle.

“Because of your extravagant spikey hairstyle, it would poke holes all over it beyond return.”

“Right I see your point there."

Maddie was over near the chairs, putting away her clothes while talking to Rachel, who once in a while would shoot a nasty look at Tom.

Clapping his hands together, Tom took a running stance. "Alright people stand back, I'm about to make a major tidal wave!"

Tom jumped and made a cannonball into the water, Jojo letting out a scream as she covered her head from the incoming splash. Tom broke the surface, wiping his hair and water from his face.

"Whoo! Yeah! How about that Maddie? Can Tom Cruise do that?"

Maddie looked over at Tom as she led Sonic towards the edge of the pool. "Yes Tom, he can do a cannonball just like that."

"Dang it, can you believe this Jojo?"

"Uncle Tommy, even I can do a cannonball like that."

"Jojo! You're supposed to be on my side!" He responded with splashing water at her, who retaliated by grabbing a nearby pool noodle and started whacking him in the head with it.

"Get him Jojo! Let him have it! Show him no mercy!" Rachel applauded her daughter from her seat, pulling out her phone to record it.

"Oh come Rach, I know we have a rivalry but using your own daughter to- Ow! Wha- where'd you get two of them!?"

Meanwhile, Maddie was into the water until it went up to her waist, turning around she held out her hand to Sonic, who was now barefoot and placed his shoes near the lawn chair. "Ok it's going to be pretty cold at first so it's best if you just come in quickly."

"Maddie, You know that's my specialty." He said smugly as he got into a running stance.

Maddie's face drops. "Wait Sonic that's not what i-." Her voice fell to deaf ears as he jumped over her and dove into the cold water.

He burst through the water, coughing and screaming from the shock of the cold. "OH MY GOD! IT'S FREEZING! MAD- MADDIE HELP!"

Quickly rushing over to him, she lifts him up and smacks her hand against his back, helping him get rid of the water he inhaled.

Panting and coughing, he wipes the water from his stinging eyes. "Oh man."

"I tried to warn you but.."

"Yeah...that wa-, that was my bad."

Hearing Sonic's screams, Tom and Jojo swam over towards them.

Tom looks at Sonic, still rubbing his eyes. "What happened?"

"He dove in too soon and got the penalty for it." She rubbed his back as he shook his head to get the water out of his ears.

Jojo swims closer to him. "I did the same thing too when I was learning how to swim."

"Really?" His voice shaking slightly due to his shivering.

"Yeah, but the one thing I always do when I swim is try to keep my shoulders under the water."

Maddie lowered him back into the water, still having a hold on him. "I don't think I can keep them under the water due to this jacket."

"Oh you just splash some water on it if you can't." She demonstrates by pouring water on her shoulders.

Sonic copies her, shivering slightly.

Tom takes Sonic's hand and brings him further out, he feels the hedgehog grip his hand tighter.

"You're good buddy, I've got you."

"Hmm-mmm."

Getting to a empty space, Tom picked him up in his arms bridal style, earning a surprised yelp from him.

"Ok, so we're just gonna try floating first so we don't have to keep carrying you the whole time."

"Ok..."

"Ok here we go." He slowly lowered him into the water, his hands underneath his back and legs.

"Oooh god it's still freezing." He shivered with a face of discomfort.

"Yeah I know, this is why we're practicing this first."

He let him float for a few seconds before removing his hands entirely, the teen didn't notice as he kept looking up at the sky.

"How you feeling?"

"Um good, I can barely hear your voice due to the water in my ears." He says a little louder than he realizes.

"Good, that's good." He helped Sonic float upright, motioning Jojo over to them.

"So for this next part, I'm gonna use Jojo as an example. Jojo, could you show Sonic how you swim without the tube?"

"Sure!" She placed the tube on the cement and started to swim around the two.

"Now see how she's using her arms with her legs to make her move while also staying afloat?"

"Yeah."

"You have to find a balance with that flow so you can swim better, you might swim like Jo or completely different, it takes practice."

"Whatever you say donut lord." He faked saluted him.

Tom placed him forward in the water, both hands underneath his stomach as he practiced moving his arms and legs slowly.

"You don't have to move them that slowly, you can move them faster."

"Ok then." He replies with a sly grin. He then moves his limbs like a motorboat, splashing Tom's face in the process.

"Sonic! I didn't mean that fast!"

He slowed them down, looking back at him. "Oh you weren't being specific."

"I'm pretty sure that was very specific." He shook the water from his face.

Tom saw Maddie get back in the pool, giving him an idea.

"Let's try something with motivation, see if you can get to Maddie over by the steps."

Sonic looks to where Maddie was standing, who was letting her shoulders soak in the water.

"She's pretty far from us, I can barely move from this spot as it is."

"You gotta remember to cup your hands when you wade through the water and keep kicking your legs so you can keep up the momentum."

The teen looked up at him, uncertainty coming onto his face.

"Hey compared to what you've fought through before you came to us, this is going to be a synch for you."

"I know but..." His voice gets quiet as he avoids Tom's glance.

"Sonic?" He looks at Jojo.

She grabs his shoulder firmly. "I believe in you."

"Really?"

"Definitely." She grinned holding her fist out.

Smiling, Sonic bumped her fist with his and took a deep breath, looking ahead towards Maddie. "Alright, let's do this."

Cupping his hands, he paddled and kicked his legs towards Maddie.

Maddie, noticing him swimming at her went to move closer to him.

"No! Don't move! I want to see if I can swim to you!" He panted as he kept up his pace.

Nodding, she waded in place as Sonic paddled.

'Geez this would be easier if i paddled even faster.'

Giving the idea a try he moved his arms and legs faster, gaining some momentum but not for long.

" *pant* Why *pant* isn't this *pant* working?"

Maddie yelled from across the pool. "You gotta move slowly since you weigh less in the water, the slower you go, the farther you get!"

"What? That makes no sense!"

"That's how science is sometimes."

"Well science needs to chill out." He murmured to himself.

He was more than halfway there when he was starting to feel his arms tire out. Tom and Jojo cheered him on from other end.

"Come on Sonic! you're almost there!" "Go Sonic go!"

Now being a foot away from him, Maddie held out her arms towards him. "C'mon sweetie you're almost there!"

With determination, he kicked his legs and moved his arms with one final push right into her arms.

Maddie snatched him up and spun him around in a hug. "Alright! Look at you! You swam so far!"

Still panting, he glanced back to where Tom and Jojo were, currently cheering at his successful attempt.

"Oh...yeah.....that's....great." he panted as his head unconsciously fell on Maddie's shoulder.

Tom made his way over to them. "Oh man, that took alot out of him huh?"

"Hmm yeah, but he made it though didn't you?" She praised him, bouncing him in her arms.

"Yeah...but that was alot....even for me." He weakly raised his arm, only let it fall to his side. "It feels like I ran for a year straight."

"Yeah swimming will do that to you, especially if you're not used to it." He ruffled Sonic's head before calling to Jojo.

"Time for a break Jo! It's lunchtime!"

"Ok!" Jojo got out and went over to get her towel, which was right near her mother who was trying to flirt with an uninterested lifeguard.

"I better save that guy from Rachel." Tom grunted as he got out and walked over towards the girls.

Maddie made her way towards the steps leading out the pool, still carrying Sonic in her arms.

She shook him slightly. "Hey try to stay awake for a little longer, I packed your favorite for lunch." She spoke softly.

Sonic lifted his head slowly. "Hot dogs?"

"With some homemade jalapeno sauce, probably can't get that from Mrs. Tailor anymore either."

"Maddie...you are an angel sent from above." He stretched his arms.

"Aw thank you, make sure you tell Tom that you think that, I could get so much compliments from him for at least a month."

"Haha, alright you got a deal."

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softjeon · 5 years

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The perfect Illusion | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Geisha!Jimin x Namjoon | Side-Pairing: Geisha!Jungkook x Yoongi • Genre: Fluff / Angst | Geisha!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 15k | ↳ AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of abusive behavior

*** please note that this story doesn’t mean to represent accurate geisha tradition, it was solely inspired by the beautiful art form, giving it a modern twist in a fictional universe and therefore has been dramatized for entertainment purposes.

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ He was the perfect illusion. The getaway for anyone who didn’t want to face reality. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable and hopeful as if he was dying for someone to see through him, to care for him enough to look behind the mask and draw out the real Jimin. And Namjoon couldn’t wait to do exactly that.

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It was still early, with the sun shining over the mountain’s peak that one could see in the far distance behind the monstrous high buildings. Jimin always thought they were a bit to bland for his liking. And still he wondered how it must feel like to stand up on the twentieth floor and look down on the sea of people below from time to time. Turning the corner, a few children were playing in the streets and women sitting and chatting on their doorsteps. There was silence when he passed and he greeted them with a smile and a simple nod. A young woman blushed. A man, leaning against the banister of his home was inhaling the smoke of his cigarette deeply, when his gaze flickered onto his.

Just for one second.

Jimin didn’t need more. With a single look he had the man stop in his tracks, his eyes fixated on him when nothing else existed anymore. Almost as if he was hypnotized for a moment.

Turning his back onto them he could still hear the woman’s shouting, the way she was scolding her husband but Jimin was sure that wasn’t the last time he’d see that man. He smiled to himself and held his head high as he could see a part of the market a few alleys away next to the street where they sold the finest jewelry that he just loved to stroll around and look at. There was no time of day when this part of the city wasn’t crowded. Jimin took a quick short cut, one that lead through a pleasant tree-lined area where it was much calmer. He knew his way around the city and still he always felt like a stranger. Someone that didn’t really belong here. The ribbon around his waist indicating who he truly was. Luckily people treated him with respect, sometimes more out of fear than anything else and others just admired him from afar. Jimin smiled at a young girl who was staring at him, holding onto her mother’s hand tightly. He winked at her and she giggled as if they exchanged a small secret.

Jimin passed another street, walking by a few high buildings to get to the other side of the market where they sold the finest fabrics. He had promised to get Jungkook a new satin to wear and as he was still a maiko, the younger wasn’t allowed to go out when he was still suppose to train. Jimin sighed and brushed through his hair, blinking up as the sun shone on his face. For a moment he stayed still, well aware that he should keep his skin protected and not get a painful sunburn but the feeling of breaking the rules - just a little - had always excited him. With a soft smile that played on his lips, Jimin walked ahead. He could hear voices coming from the market, people trying to negotiate the price and it had him excited. It was then that his gaze involuntarily wandered over to one of the men hurrying out of what seemed like an office building across the street, waving his hand frantically in the air to catch a taxi. For a second, Jimin stilled completely and even though the other seemed stressed, he still vibrated with an aura that had him fascinated. Tall, lean, the suit he wore fitting him perfectly.

Namjoon was so tired that his eyes hurt and he could feel the fatigue in every part of his body. The meeting had lasted forever and if it hadn’t been so important he might have excused himself for a coffee break in between just to make sure that he stayed awake. Luckily though it had ended before he could fall off his chair from exhaustion - and it even ended on a good note. All their hard work had finally paid off and the approval copies had done what they should and gotten the investors approval. Now they would have enough buyers to sell their whole current collection which meant that they could start with their new one right away. Namjoon almost got dizzy when he thought about the amount of money that he had just secured for them - though honestly he didn’t do it for the money alone. It was nice being so rich that you knew that you would never have to worry about making ends meet ever again in your life - but without a passion, without something to do that you put your heart into it meant nothing. Luckily in Yoongi he had found someone who was just as determined and passionate as him about their profession: korean inlaid work. Their focused on home decoration but apart from that their range went from small little boxes to store your jewelry in to tables or whole wall-covering wardrobes, each of them decorated with the finest mother of pearl inlay and polished wood. He actually always wore a piece of their work with him in form of a business pen that he used when he had to sign something important - just as he had done right now.

He breathed out in relief and imagined what he would do when he would finally arrive back home; run a bath, cook some delicious food, maybe ask Yoongi how he was doing at the atelier because the older was there most of the time, drawing, sketching, trying to work out the best patterns and pictures that told the owner of their work a story. He especially loved Yoongi’s butterfly designs that the other excelled in, something that you wouldn’t expect of him when you met Yoongi for the first time and he looked at you with narrowed eyes in his cautious, almost closed off way of greeting strangers.

Namjoon got as close to the side of the road as he could to wave for a taxi and then hoped that he would get one soon as he kept his arm raised, feeling it getting heavy almost immediately. While he waited he let his gaze wander - and something hit him like a blow. There was a boy in front of him, strolling around the market as if he had all the time in the world. He was so breathtakingly beautiful that Namjoon couldn’t help but blatantly stare at him. Although his beauty wasn’t everything there was to him, he had a smile that looked so honest and genuinely happy that Namjoon could feel his own lips curl up on their own. He had a grace to him that spoke of years of training, maybe in dance or theater - and then Namjoon saw the belt. It was a dark burgundy colored piece of satin, bound in an intricate pattern of knots around his waist, telling those who knew what to look for what he was: a geisha.

Namjoon swallowed hard. He had always held admiration for those who held onto tradition in such a way but he had never dared to visit a teahouse out of personal reasons before. He had been there many times with other business men or to celebrate a deal but he had always chosen the house that was most convenient in its placement, never because he wanted to see a special geisha. For that boy though he would willingly drive through the whole country just to see him dance or play an instrument or serve him tea. Maybe their newly closed business deal called for exactly that…

Their gazes suddenly met.

Jimin’s heart jumped and his own eyes shined amber as they stared back at each other. Only a second. A smile played on Jimin’s lips. That was all it took - before he turned the corner quickly, ignoring the rapid beating of his heart.

“Hey! Are you coming or?” The taxi driver yelled through the halfway rolled down window of his car, obviously confused on what the man was so fixated on when he couldn’t see anything himself that was worthy staring at, “People have to work ya know. If you don’t want a taxi don’t call for one! I got better things to do.”

Jimin had easily mingled into the ocean of people that were strolling through the market, letting his gaze wander over the dozens of beautiful fabrics. “How can I help you?” The owner of the booth bowed his head and Jimin mimicked him, pointing at the yellow satin that almost seemed golden. Jungkook had always a thing for vibrant colors like these and Jimin thought with his own favorite blue robe, the younger would look absolutely mesmerizing next to him.

Before Namjoon could explain or apologize the taxi was gone and with him his chance to get home and fall into bed. Honestly he was almost glad because as tired as he had been before there was a spark of curiosity that kept his eyes open and his mind focused on one single sing: the elegant geisha boy that had bought some silk in a way that would have suited a documentary about noblemen in ancient times. He was just so naturally graceful that it was a joy to simply watch him. And Namjoon wanted to see more of him! As his ride was gone anyways he picked his bag back up and then hurried tried to walk across the market towards the boy who had left the part where clothes and accessories were sold and was talking to a merchant now who sold little colorful rice cakes.

When he paid, taking the rice cakes from the salesman, Jimin noticed a man out of the corner of his eyes. He dared to turn his head, just a little to see who it was that had followed him. Jimin had thought it must been the husband maybe, the one he had passed earlier but to his surprise it was the young man again. He held his breath, casting down his eyes and bowing his head just slightly into the man’s direction - a barely there movement as if he was doing a respectful curtsy before he turned around again, using the group of people that just passed to vanish quickly again. Jimin didn’t dare to look back again, loving this sweet game he was playing too much already and hoping that the stranger was intrigued to follow after.

Namjoon forgot to pretend to be busy himself so when the boy turned in his direction he was obviously caught staring and he blushed - honest to good blushed in the middle of the street - and then tried to turn around to hide his face but the geisha had already seen him. He nodded at him and Namjoon wished he was cooler or more collected because in that moment he couldn't even remember what day it was.

Jimin loved the game they were playing. It made his trip even more exciting as he made his way through the market, well aware that the other was following him. Jimin wondered if he’d would try and talk to him, if he’d noticed that he was a geisha or not. He easily vanished and reappeared in midst the crowds, making sure the stranger could catch glimpses of him – enough to make him interested but not enough to make him catch up. A giggle escaped his lips as he made a sharp turn into the alley that sold jewelry and when he turned to look over his shoulder the man was gone. For a second Jimin was almost sad that he couldn’t see him anymore, but maybe the other had gotten tired of his games. He sighed and reached for one of the pearls when he felt a presence right behind him, the warmth of his body embracing Jimin and he had half a mind to just lean back into him. But instead, Jimin leaned his head to the side, just enough to feel his breath fan over his neck and look shyly over his shoulder.

Namjoon was intrigued, especially when he noticed that the younger was playing hide and seek with him. He obviously enjoyed vanishing in front of Namjoons eyes and puzzle him long enough for him to think he lost him and get disappointed - just for the joy to flood him again whenever he caught a glimpse of him again. He hadn’t even seen his face properly and he already was totally hooked on him. Namjoon was baffled by how well the younger played him even though they hadn’t exchanged a single word before. Finally he seemed to get a chance of getting close to the geisha when he was distracted by a string of pearls, long enough for Namjoon to change directions and sneak up on him from another angle. He felt a little like a creep but if it meant that he would be able to see the flirtatious geisha’s face then he could deal with that feeling - or so he hoped. He was almost close enough to touch the younger when the boy stiffened, noticing his presence without even turning his back. He would be crazily attentive and Namjoon was kind of impressed.

“If I didn’t know better that you’re a gentleman, I’d say you’ve been following me sir.” Jimin blinked up at him, regretting that he chose not to wear any makeup today. Nowadays there was no rule for them to wear their costumes outside, although the belt always indicated their belonging anyways. Jimin let his hand soothe over the soft pearls, reaching into his pocket to pay for them.

Namjoon didn’t know what he had expected the youngers voice to be but he could have never imagined a voice that sweet, like honey, warm and melting on his tongue. He played along easily, even though he had blushed so hard just shortly ago but it felt natural to do and he quote enjoyed it.

“Following you? Oh I wouldn’t dare to follow a beauty like you around. Because one could get the wrong impression. And I’d never ruin your undoubtedly flawless reputation.”

Jimin smiled taking the string from the owner of the booth and turned his head to blink up and gaze into the eyes of the stranger. It was far longer than he intended to, but he couldn’t help but to be intrigued himself. It was obvious how well spoken the other was, how handsome and well-mannered, that he must indeed be a gentleman. “That’s good to know. I wish you a good day, sir.” Jimin casted down his eyes and with a fleeting brush of his arm against Namjoon’s, the geisha was gone again.

Jimin took his lies and turned them around, waving goodbye quickly before vanishing right in front of his eyes just like before and as if he had planned to make the end of their conversation as dramatic as possible. Namjoon cursed under his breath, regretting that he hadn't asked the younger’s name or at least the name of his establishment: it would be a hell of a lot of work to find out where he worked at and if he had bad luck the teahouse owners wouldn’t disclose that kind of information for the boys safety.

He was fucked.

…

“God fucking damn it!” Yoongi cursed loudly. His coffee spilled all over his sketches and the young man groaned in anger. “I shouldn’t have gone out of bed this morning,” He mumbled under his breath when the door to the studio opened and Namjoon walked in and although he seemed rather happy it didn’t lift Yoongi’s spirits. “If you don’t have good news for me, I’ll consider jumping out of this window and yes I know we’re on the first floor and I don’t care.” He raked through his hair in a desperate manner, before finally reaching for the tissues to try and keep the damage in check but it was too late already. He would have to do it all over again tomorrow.

“Maybe it was a sign that you should take some rest for once and stop overworking yourself. You will have enough work waiting for you the next few months. Because I just sold our entire collection!” He knew that Yoongi had some difficulties with sudden skinship or else he would have swept him off his feet in a hug from how happy he was. “Which means you’ve got a blank canvas now and can start an entirely new collection - or you could just say ‘fuck it’ and never work again because they were really generous with the money. Though please don’t - I need you in this business because if it wasn’t for your sketches our new design would probably be simple squares because I might share your fantasies but I totally can't bring them on paper.” He fished one of the half soaked papers out from the stack of the ruined sketches and held it up. It showed an intricate bird design with a twig of cherry blossoms in full bloom with a bumblebee filling a blank space and tumbling petals. Namjoon could already imagine how beautiful it would look as an inlay, the light pearly shimmer in stark contrast against the dark, polished wood. “It’s beautiful!” Then he coughed, remembering what he was trying to ask him. “Apropos beautiful…,” He was thinking about the geisha but he couldn’t just say that right away so his transition wouldn’t make sense to Yoongi and as he knew that his cheeks dusted again, “How about we properly celebrate it this time? No other investors or business people, just us?”

Yoongi cocked up an eyebrow in interest when he heard the words celebrating but his brows furrowed right after though when he realized the transition from beautiful to celebrating didn’t make much sense. “What do you have in mind? If you’re just thinking about going to the opera again I might decline this time. Didn’t know your way of fun was listening to someone scream for four hours straight.” Yoongi chuckled at the fond memory, because every time he let Namjoon decide what they should do to celebrate it only ended in them going on a educational trip instead. And he could just sleep in his bed instead of the uncomfortable chairs in the opera house. When he threw the soaked papers into the bin, Yoongi let himself fall back onto the couch that stood in the middle of their studio. “Oh and no trips to the historical museum or any kind of historical place...please, chose something fun instead. Something that we both enjoy, how about that?”

Namjoon got a little nervous because lying to Yoongi - or bending the truth a little - was never easy. He was bad at lying in general but Yoongi saw through people like an x-ray machine. “No, no, don’t worry, it’s none of that. I was actually thinking about... visiting a tea house if you want?” It was a rhetorical question because of course Yoongi would be up for it. He admired all kinds of arts and beauty and he was reckless enough to openly enjoy watching pretty boys while it was normally Namjoon who felt uncomfortable or conflicted about supporting an institution that so openly prioritized superficial qualities. They had actually talked about this before because when they were invited by their contract partners, which happened quite a lot, then of course Namjoon went together with Yoongi. Though in the evening they often ended up discussing because Yoongi had been enjoyed himself and those short lived pleasures while Namjoon was worried or bothered by the fact that outside of the tea house the boys and girls didn’t have any practical skills and if they didn’t get enough money with their mizuage then they were stuck working at the same tea house and if no one offered to marry them they would be left with nothing at the end of their retirement which was usually set around 50 years. Yoongi just told him he worried too much.

“A tea house? You want to go to a tea house?” Yoongi looked at his friend, eyeing him head to toe. “Did you smoke something?” He teased his friend with a laugh, “Hell yeah, we can go to a tea house. Actually there’s this new place I’d love to try. It’s further downtown. I think it’s owned by the same dude...but they have different shows there.” Yoongi nodded enthusiastically. He always enjoyed an artistic show and if it meant for him to sit back, relax and just simply watch beautiful people then he was all for it. “What are we waiting for then?” Jumping up from the couch, Yoongi grabbed his jacket and keys, “Let’s get suited up.”

“Uhm, o-okay.” Initially he had planned on calling a few tea houses and giving them the description of the boy he had seen to ask if he lived there but he figured that the boy must be from around here anyways because he had seemed familiar with one or two of the merchants as if he came there regularly. So why not try the house closest to them, maybe he got lucky and then he didn’t even have to behave suspiciously which meant Yoongi might never find out why exactly he suddenly wanted to go there in the first place. As he had just gotten there he didn’t need to change a lot, he just put away his suitcase and loosened his tie before following after Yoongi who seemed really excited at the prospect of them going to a teahouse alone without any tiring business talk involved.

Yoongi had been excited, not caring anymore why Namjoon had suddenly wanted to go into a teahouse, figuring that the other just wanted to do something good for him in return. Namjoon just was that kind of a friend and nothing would dim his excitement now.

“I take a red wine, please,” Yoongi said with a smile towards the waitress and then leaned back. From where they sat they had a great overview on the stage and the music was already starting to play indicating the start of the show. Turning towards Namjoon, he noticed the others stiff posture and reached out for him. “Hey, relax. This is just one night off. Just enjoy the show, okay?”

It was a very modern take on a teahouse and it made Namjoon simultaneously feel relieved and more uncomfortable. Relieved because they boys were on stage instead of sitting together with them in a small room to serve tea and uncomfortable because the arrangement felt a little similar to a strip club; with lots of men sitting around waiting for someone beautiful to come on stage and dance for them while they consumed their alcohol and tea.

Yoongi didn’t care. His eyes shone the moment the geishas stepped on stage and showcased their art one by one. It always had fascinated him: the beauty, the artistry, the sensuality. It send shivers down his spine each time. He was so lost in the show and the stories the dancers told, that Yoongi completely forgot about the wine he had ordered and only remembered it when the light went on again.

Namjoon appreciated how well prepared the dancers were, how graceful they moved and how easily they portrayed their story or played a character even though their routines looked challenging and demanding. There was one thing though that disappointed him immensely: None of them were the boy he had seen earlier today.

With their heavy make up it took him awhile to figure out how their faces must look like under it but he was absolutely certain that the boy from the market hadn’t been on stage.

He frowned.

Outside of the establishment, Yoongi put his arm around Namjoon (as much as he could and only while pulling him down as he was way shorter), “Are you okay?” He furrowed his brows and nudged Namjoon’s side, “You know you don’t have to do these kind of things for me, right? If you really don’t enjoy it we can easily just go out and eat next time.” Letting go off Namjoon, he waved his hand to call for a taxi, “With you paying of course.”

Namjoon huffed, his mouth twitching back up. Even though the evening had been disappointing for him at least it had lightened Yoongi's mood. “Sure, in other words you forgot to buy food again and have an empty fridge so you’re trying to make me pay for you even though you could easily afford it to pay yourself - or just let stuff get delivered to you.” Their playful little banters were part of their routine and not to be taken seriously.

It was what made them perfect together after all. They were as different as one could be, but together they were the greatest business team and Namjoon would have never asked for another partner.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?” Yoongi chuckled, patting Namjoon’s shoulder as they sat down in the taxi, paying the driver by cash. They only parted at the front of their doors, their apartments on the same floor in the same building. Some would have thought it was crazy, but Namjoon thought it was what made them unique. He had shared his living space with Yoongi when they were barely making it and now when they had more than enough it was only natural for them to stay close in one way or another. Yoongi saluted him lazily, reminding him in between a yawn to not wake him tomorrow. “Dream of beautiful geisha boys dancing for you, Joonie.”

Then he closed the door.

…

“I need you to sign here and here,” The man in the grey suit said, a smile on his face, waiting for one of them to pick up the pen. It had been a few weeks since they had been celebrating their last contract and Namjoon had been looking for the boy.

He had failed ever since.

He couldn’t find him at the market anymore, nor somewhere close. So, Namjoon tried to concentrate back onto work and not let a random stranger that he had met once and exchanged just a couple of words make him go crazy already. How could a simple glance from the geisha do that to him?

When Namjoon finally set his signature, he took the stack of papers, pushing one copy of them back to him and the other to his boss. “Great!” Mr. Ling, one of their new offerors, said and reached out his hand to shake both of theirs, “I can’t wait to sell your delicate designs in Japan. It is a great idea of yours to expand, Mr. Kim.” He nodded over to Yoongi and then added, “I will set up the export contract as soon as possible. Why don’t we celebrate our agreement? As I am still here for a few more days I’d like for you to be my guests tonight then we can settle the investment and anything else further tonight?”

”Oh, it would be our pleasure!” Namjoon’s response came fluidly without a second of hesitation while internally everything he thought was ‘not another teahouse please’. He had seen enough of them from the inside now and it bothered him that he was so caught up in the memory of that boy when he didn’t even knew his name. He should have asked for it. Or where he worked. It would have made the search so much easier.

Though was that really what he wanted, visiting him and acting like all the other men who thought that they might become someone special to the boys there? His perfect smile almost wavered and he was glad when Yoongi chimed in to make small talk with the older man.

“Expect my driver to pick you up at eight then,” Mr. Ling bowed his head in a respectful manner, “Wear something high-end. It’s an exclusive gentlemen club I want to introduce you to. You can only get in with an invitation tonight.” He was bragging, obviously proud that he was one of the gentleman who were allowed to bring in new people and the more the two of them were thankful that he thought they would be suitable. When Mr. Ling was gone, Yoongi turned around to his partner with a big smile, “Are we really invited to a gentlemen's club tonight? You and me?” He laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing his bag with the designs and lead the way outside, “I need a new suit asap!”

“If there’ll be lightly clad women dancing to bad music then I’ll have to excuse myself…,” Namjoon grumbled knowing damn well that he wouldn’t because a few rules still applied even though they were technically rich men themselves now: 1) If you wanted to do business you needed to be nice to customers 2) The more money a customer had the more they thought they knew everything 3) Offending said customers was really dangerous because in their state of constant egocentric attitude they could make it their personal mission to destroy you because no one who didn’t curried favours with them deserved to have a blooming business.

“You’ll see it’s going to be alright,” Yoongi answered, “I don’t think he means a strip club when he talks about exclusive invitations only. It sounds like the perfect opportunity for us gentlemen to be.” He chuckled, “And if not, I will find a good and plausible way to get us out of there after a few drinks. You really need to relax more, Joon. You’ve been kind of off lately.” He closed the trunk of his car after he threw in his bag and looked at his friend with furrowed brows, “Maybe you need a massage or something or just a good ‘fuck’. When was the last time you got laid?”

Namjoon choked on air when Yoongi suddenly went from casually conventional to very very private. “That’s none of your business?” He answered, when he could finally breathe again and with a last attempt to keep his dignity he added, “Unless you are offering to help with that?” He made a show of looking Yoongi up and down though in reality there wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen yet. They knew each other long enough that they had seen each other in all kind of situations, with only shorts and a thin shirt in the middle of the night when Yoongi couldn’t sleep again, wet as a dog in see through, sticky clothes after they had been surprised by a summer rain downpour or pale and skinny in nothing but a hospital gown when Yoongi’s had that accident where he had injured his shoulder a few years ago...

Yoongi cringed visibly, scrunching up his nose as he walked past his friend. “If you’re already considering me then it’s really time for you to let loose again.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t get the image out of his head and sat down in the driver’s seat. “Now get your cute ass into the car! We’ve got to get ourselves ready for tonight.” He nodded, holding his nose high up while he got out of the parking lot, “A real gentleman needs his time and we sure don’t want to disappoint Mr. Ling, right?”

Namjoon had nothing to say against that, knowing the importance of an invite like that. It was important for them to make new connections, as well as strengthening the once they had. Business always meant politics and Yoongi liked to remind him that he was the better talker from the both of them. Of course, the other had a way with customers too, but Yoongi couldn’t always keep his mouth shut when it came down to unfair treatment. Namjoon chuckled to himself, when memories flooded his mind and he had to calm Yoongi after meetings as they began to expand their business, who called the offerers all kind of names. Luckily those times were over and they had made their stand in the business world. People respected them and their work now.

That evening, he chose one of his dark blue suits, the one that had a wide belt built in around his waist. He always thought it brought too much attention to his length, but Yoongi assured him that he looked good in it, that it was the perfect mixture between traditional and modern suit. Yoongi himself had chosen a black suit with metallic pattern that's shimmered whenever light fell onto it and Namjoon had half a mind to touch it. “The driver’s going to be here any minute,” Yoongi said and pushed Namjoon’s wallet into his hands, checking his watch once more. “Don’t make this face as if someone’s forcing you to look at naked women,” Yoongi nudged Namjoon’s side and reminded him to keep his posture, “Just two drinks and then I’ll smuggle you out of there if needed.” He smiled reassuringly at his friend, who only hummed in response - the thought of a strip club now branded into his mind.

He let his friend pull him down and towards the car already waiting for them and only then Namjoon put on his usual ‘business’ smile that he had trained over years. He greeted they new business partner with a handshake and a respectful bow, placing himself right next to Yoongi as he felt the safest right next to him and let his partner do the talk this time. As it was usually him, Namjoon actually could relax a little more, leaning back into the comfortable leather of the car, only now noticing the luxurious interior. “You will love this club!” Mr. Ling addressed Namjoon and the other jerked out of his thoughts that had drifted off while watching the street lamps pass by, “It’s invitation only tonight and I reserved us and the others a tea room for after the show.”

On the outside Namjoon nodded with a smile, but on the inside he wished himself back into his bed. Another tea house? He fairly had enough of them. Especially now that his mind was clear enough again and he wasn’t thinking about that one boy.

The geisha that had clouded his mind with just one gaze. Namjoon was still confused on how it had been possible. That it had made him throw over his own morals for a moment, made him follow and even look for him in hope to just see the geisha once more. What did he even try to gain? A nudge from Yoongi let Namjoon snap back into reality and he stared at him wide-eyed.

“We’re here,” Yoongi whispered, “Where are you with your mind? Try and concentrate just a bit okay? I really don’t want to lose the contract right away okay? We already signed...but he hasn’t, yet, remember? And we need to settle on a sum of money. If this doesn't work out he won’t send us the papers, I’m sure. So try and be a normal member of this society for once before drifting off again okay? You can do that when you’re home again.” He patted Namjoon’s thigh lovingly, before getting out of the car with Namjoon right behind him.

Gazing up, they stood in front of what seemed like a modern theater and only the tinted windows and golden writing above let them know that this was a high class club or establishment. Namjoon took a look over his shoulder, trying to take in the environment, the clubs and establishments around. He had never been here before - most likely because he wasn’t one for snobby clubs and if he’d rather went out for food and a good meal instead of a club to dance for. A pull at his arm, reminded him to walk ahead and Namjoon smiled awkwardly at the bodyguards at the front that checked them warily as they entered staying close to their Mr. Ling who was still talking about his wife and his favorite stew. Namjoon was only half-heartedly listening, completely in awe about the teahouse.

But this wasn’t just a teahouse.

This was a theater and with its golden mahogany and red interior it only accentuated it’s exclusiveness. He stumbled after the group of people to a booth where they sat down and Namjoon let his hand soothe over the fabric loving the feel against the palm of his hand. “Did I promise too much?” Mr. Ling laughed and his eyes got a mischievous glint when a young boy neared, bowing his head respectfully as he offered them some tea and alcoholic beverages. They all ordered, leaving only Namjoon who quickly stammered something about a wine. “Soft, please.” He added quickly before the boy was gone. “It’s my favorite tea house by far. Not even the ones back home can uphold with this one.” Mr. Ling explained and pointed towards the stage that was still covered with a curtain, only some traditional music playing from somewhere was setting the mood. “It’s the perfect mixture of tradition and modern arts. And Mr. Jung has only the most talented boys. All of them go through great training,” He leaned back, taking a cigar from one of his accompanies and offered them one but both declined, “Nowadays it’s hard to find a teahouse like this, believe me. You will enjoy this and if you see the boys up close later in the room I reserved, you’ll thank me. They call the boy’s ‘hummingbirds’,” Mr. Ling’s voice toned down, when the light was fading out and there was a expecting hum going through the crowds that mostly consisted of men tonight, “Sweet, delicate, with beautiful voices that will enchant you.”

Namjoon furrowed his brows, biting his lip as he turned his head around to the stage. He was sure that he would have ended up like Mr. Ling one day if he had continued his search for his geisha. He seemed almost manic with the way he talked about the young boys. He was probably thinking that he was precious to the boys as well, that he was their special guest but in the end - they were only leaving their money with them. Namjoon’s eyes focused on the stage and when he took a look around there was the same gaze on everyone’s face and if he didn’t knew better he would say that all of them were hypnotized.

The music faded out, just to start anew with a loud drum that made Namjoon jerk a little. A young man sat on the stage, his face painted, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling as he started to move slowly. His hands reached out for the air and he pulled back, when the music began to fastened. Yoongi was just as hypnotized as everyone else, his hand reaching for Namjoon’s arm who hissed at the sudden pain but the other couldn’t help it. “He’s beautiful,” He stammered, watching the boy twirl until more dancers joined him on stage, dancing absolutely beautifully to the rhythmic music. “They all wear the same make up, Yoongi.” Namjoon mumbled back at him, “They look the same.”

“But they don’t dance the same way.” He whispered and locked his eyes onto the boy who had faded into the group dancing perfectly in sync with the other maikos to open up the show. Namjoon had figured that this was the more traditional part Mr. Ling had referred to, as he watched them move rhythmically in their colorful costumes. The stage had a T-shaped catwalk at the front and although Namjoon felt safe before, now that the dancers were walking off the main part and towards the end of it, he scooted back on his seat. He had seen teahouses before and he had seen performances - but the usual establishments had a main floor where the geishas were dancing, playing instruments or showing off other arts while the people were seated on the floor around him. This was different. This was spectacular, big and something he had never seen but in movies. The dance ended with rose petals falling from the ceiling and Namjoon curiously looked up to try and figure out the technical part of the show, his gaze wandering over to the light station, where someone sat with a headset, motioning somewhere when the spotlight fell onto the stage again. He was in complete awe at how much time and preparation must have went in to making a show like this come alive and almost completely missed the start of the second performance.

After a while and in midst of the first break of the show, Namjoon had come to terms that he liked it - more than he wanted to admit. But in the end, he loved a good show just as much as everyone else. His mood didn’t stay bright for long, when he caught up onto the conversation next to him. “There’s a mizuage in a few months,” Mr. Ling’s words cut right through the relaxed mind of Namjoon. “You mean like in....selling off someone’s virginity?” Namjoon couldn’t help but ask, his own standpoint clear on his facial expression. “Yes, like that, Mr. Kim. But don’t worry. It’s not like a brothel here in general. You can buy the boys time, but not their sexual services. If you want that, I can give you some great tips for other houses.”

Yoongi had placed a calming hand on Namjoon’s thigh, but it still couldn’t help that a shudder ran through him. As much as he respected people that stayed true to traditions in a way, he hated it how people could make money off something like the concept of virginity. He had argued about it with Yoongi a lot of times and while the other was a bit more cool with it, Namjoon was disgusted at the thought of it.

If it wasn’t for Yoongi and the thought of keeping the contract, he would have told the other off that selling someone’s virginity was just as much prostitution as anything else that meant selling your body against your will - or not. Now that he thought about it Namjoon wasn’t even sure if the dancers were here on their own free will and if they had choices. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask more about geishas, how someone like the owner could pay off all of this, coming to realize that he basically knew nothing but the performance and what geisha’s portrayed on the outside aspect of it when the light went out again and everyone’s conversations died down.

Now, each time a dancer stepped on stage Namjoon tried to figure out if they were happy with what they were doing. But their expressions were either emotionless or just playing their part of the story perfectly and one couldn’t see through the masks.

It was too easy for Namjoon to overthink this, he’d always had a habit to do so and it would only lead to headache - he was sure of that. Rubbing the side of his temples, Namjoon took another sip of his wine and just tried to calm himself. He would only go through with the show and maybe excuse himself then to go back home - that was his plan and he would stick to it.

A gasp fell from the crowd and Namjoon blinked his eyes when the lights on stage began to flicker as if there was a lightning, followed by the drumming sound of thunder. The dancers that had shown a traditional dance before, were now staring ahead into the crowd and Namjoon had half a mind to turn to look over his shoulder to see what they were looking at, when they got into a formation of a flower and in midst of them all stood a young men, waving his fan delicately just below his eyes with which he was piercing through the crowd. The music began to shift into a modern tune and the dancer instantly reacted to it as if the music itself was controlling him. With a smile that played on his lips, they showed off a few formations, mixing modern dance with the instrumentals of traditional music and somehow it reminded Namjoon of their designs. Soft, delicate movements and still so full of control. That boy knew exactly what to do next, every expression and gesture was right on time and it had everyone in the audience mesmerized - until he jumped and a loud thunder broke through the stage, tearing a just as loud gasp from the audience, unsure whether it was staged or not.

The stage light dimmed down, a single light on the boy that faded him into a blue color as if the moon itself was shining only for him. Every dancer was gone but him. Following the tune of a flute, he began to move his arms all the way up to his fingertips, his eyes glistening. The part of the stage where he stood had lowered itself a few inches, just enough for water to fill in the space. It was barely recognizable for the audience, everything working so smoothly that only the droplets of water falling from his fingertips gave away that he was in midst of water now. A smile appeared on his lips, as he pushed himself up, arching his back beautifully, reaching out into thin air and then he stopped. His linenshirt was sticking to his back, water dripping down. His chest was heaving heavily as he bared his neck to look up so slowly that one could make out every feature of his face. The light was shining directly onto his face as he turned towards the audience - and then it began to rain. It was like a movie scene, the boy was dancing, water splashing with each movement while the light was making the water sparkle like diamonds. No one could tear their gaze off of that boy, who was so effortlessly moving in sync with the music.

Yoongi almost choked on his tea when he saw Namjoon’s star struck expression, of course everyone else looked similarly entranced because the boy was just stunning and amazingly talented - but coming from Namjoon who had reduced the well-liked and highly valued tradition of a maiko’s coming of age ceremony to prostitution in front of their business partner - to say Yoongi was surprised would have been an understatement. A smile stole its way onto his lips. Maybe they would be able to visit a few tea houses together from now on without Namjoon being a spoilsport.

The music stopped and for a moment there was silence. Only the sound of dripping audible coming from the young man’s shirt as his lips curved into a confident smile. Then all hell broke loose and the audience was cheering as the light turned off and the curtain fell again. Yoongi was clapping too, but his gaze was on his friend who had gotten up from his seat, giving a standing ovation and he wasn’t sure if Namjoon was even realizing what he was doing.

“I told you,” Mr. Ling said with a knowing grin, “They are true diamonds. Hoseok only trains the best boys.” Yoongi chuckled and patted Namjoon’s thigh lovingly, to make the other jerk out of his trance.

“So much for me having to find an excuse for you to leave. If I didn’t knew better I’d say you’d enjoyed yourself a lot just now.” He gave his colleague a teasing grin and then got up from his seat quickly to follow Mr. Ling who was talking about the delicious tea they would get. This was something new even for Yoongi. He’s had business discussions in tea rooms before but definitely none of this class because renting a simple tea room alone was really expensive so he didn’t want to think about what Mr. Lings reservation for them cost. He was curious if the tea ceremony would be a traditional one or if it would have a modern touch just like the show just now.

…

As soon as the curtain had fallen, Jimin wrapped his arms around his body and shivered. The smile vanished and instead his lips were trembling, as he stepped out of the water. “W-w-hy can’t we use warm water?” Jimin asked and gladly took the towel Jungkook offered, shaking his wet hair to let the young maiko feel the cold for himself. “You did so well, Kook.” Jimin easily let him help to get out of his wet clothes, “I’m so proud of you. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Jung will give you more solos soon.”

Jungkook quickly shook his head, cheeks dusted pink from the praise, “Ah, no, it’s fine like this. I’m not even close to your level. You should have seen the way the visitors were mesmerized by you, all their attention was solely on you when you danced.” Jungkook sighed quietly. He was actually a little jealous but he loved Jimin too much to let that affect him or their friendship. “I bet you’ll receive a new marriage proposal by the end of the week.”

“You don’t have to be close to me. You’re amazing on your own,” Jimin smiled at Jungkook genuinely and then nodded at their dressing table that stood backstage. All the other geisha’s were either still touching up their make ups or already out and doing service, so there weren’t many around. Jimin liked it better this way, when it was just the two of them. He trusted Jungkook – and only him. “If it just would be so easy as a proposal,” He chuckled quietly, too much pain in his words and for a moment sadness washed over his face, before he blinded Jungkook with a smile again. Grabbing the powder quickly, Jimin pushed it into the maiko’s hands, “Will you help me touch up my makeup?”

“Of course!” Jungkook eagerly took everything Jimin would need and then helped him as best as he could. He didn’t comment on Jimin’s strange behaviour. Jimin had always loved dancing so he wasn’t like those who wanted to built a home with someone and get a family as soon as possible, leaving their former life behind without the blink of an eye. Still Jungkook couldn’t help but bring it up from time to time. Because he was fascinated by that thought just as much as he was scared. He didn’t want to lose Jimin, ever but he knew that Jimin would only be his mentor for a little while longer. As soon as he had become a geisha himself he wouldn’t “require” Jimin’s care. The thought alone made his chest tight and had him gripping his own silk robe even tighter. He didn’t feel like he was ready. It was an honor that Hoseok thought his education and training were finished and he wasn’t even the one with the shortest training period but still, Jungkook didn’t want to change anything in his life, not even achieve what he had worked for so hard if it meant that he would lose the only person who had ever truly cared for him.

Jimin had his eyes closed while Jungkook was doing his best to touch up his makeup, completely relaxed. When the younger set the final dash of rouge, Jimin leaned over to look in the mirror with a content smile. “Thank you.” In the reflection his gaze wandered up towards the clock involuntarily and a gasp fell from his lips. “Oh, we have to hurry, Jungkookie.” Jimin jumped up from his seat and quickly went over to where his robe was hanging, waiting to be worn. “Quick, help me.” As much as they had to hurry, Jimin still took off the delicate clothing as careful as possible. He had ironed it for hours and didn’t want to ruin it just because he got hectic. Stepping into the robe with Jungkook’s help was much easier and he would never be able to tie it all up without his help. A geisha always needed the help of their maiko, or a dresser. When he was about to give the belt over to Jungkook, his eyes flickered over to the backstage door as it opened. Without a second thought, Jimin bowed his head, pushing Jungkook simultaneously to do the same.

Hoseok entered the room, a pleased smile on his lips to see his dancers bow immediately and elegantly for him just like they were supposed to. He gave them a sign to relax and then waved Jungkook closer. “Our guests are waiting already in the main room. Tae is with them but as you know he can’t serve them alone so please help him until Jimin is ready, will you?” Jungkook’s eyes flickered over to his friend, a little too wide and nervous because he normally wasn’t even allowed to do a single step without Jimin and now suddenly he was supposed to serve with another geisha though of course this wasn’t a request but an order so he quickly bowed and lifted the long layers of silk that he was wearing to run over to the main tea room.

Hoseok took the belt from where Jungkook had wordlessly put it down and had Jimin turning around for him. He carefully smoothed down the layers of his robe so that the belt would fit snug and perfectly around his waist. “You danced beautifully today, as always.” He praised him honestly while placing the belt around his waist. Jimin held it in place at the front so Hoseok could pull it tight. He did and a breathless gasp fell from Jimin’s lips. He was used to Jungkook’s gentle way of tightening it and hadn’t expected the sudden pull. But the tighter the belt the more beautiful his attire would look so he bit his lip and didn’t say anything about it.

“Thank you,” Jimin’s voice sounded a bit breathless, while his gaze flickered over to his reflection and staring right back into Hoseok’s eyes. “I apologize though that it took longer for me to get ready than everyone else,” The younger averted his gaze softly, “I’ll try and do it quicker next time.”

“It’s okay. We can just add a little more time for you to get ready next time. You need to dry yourself completely or else you might get sick. You musn't get sick, Jimin. You are the heart of the show. My precious little hummingbird.” He put in the last pin and then gave the younger a soft pat on the shoulder. “Off you go. Be nice to our guests, they are really wealthy businessmen and if you make a good impression on them they might come again for you and bring their money with them. So show your best side please. I know you can be really sweet when you want to.”

Jimin didn’t answer. There was no need to answer. Instead he bowed his head respectfully, before checking himself once more in the mirror and then made his way out of the backstage area, letting the younger maiko’s do the job of cleaning up after them and making sure everything was back where it needed to be.

“Hummingbird,” Jimin whispered to himself, closing his eyes to relax and ignore how tightly the belt was embracing him, making it hard for him to breathe. Instead he rolled his shoulders back to keep his posture and reached out for the sliding door.

…

Yoongi turned to look over his shoulder for the second time now, furrowing his brows at Namjoon still dazed look, as the tall man stumbled behind them. “Are you alright?” He asked with a low voice, as they followed the loud chatting group of men and Mr. Ling upstairs and to the tea rooms. “You are a little pale, Joon. You know I was just joking, right? If you still need me to get you out of here or something.” His eyes flickered to their business partner, flashing him a smile and then back to his friend as he got rid of his shoes at the front of the door and hoped for Namjoon to do the same, “It just seemed like you enjoyed it a lot. Maybe you just don’t want…the private room stuff?”

Namjoon swallowed harshly. It had been him, he was absolutely certain of that. He had known it, even before the spotlight had illuminated the dancer’s face he had felt it in his gut that this was the boy he had been looking for, the geisha with the kind eyes and the charming smile that had bewitched him with one gaze alone. This couldn’t be happening, he had just let go of the thought, had just decided to get back on his moral high horse and never step a foot into an establishment again where young boys had to be deflowered to be seen as an adult and now... now the only thing he could think of was that boys face and how utterly overwhelmingly stunning he had performed. He wanted to see him again!

And then he realized that if that boy was a full on geisha then he had worked his way up and had participated in the same rituals, the same routines like everyone else of his status. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought that someone like him, someone who had fallen for his eyes or his sweetness or his talent had sponsored his mizuage and therefore earned the right to have him for one single night. He had no idea if the boys were allowed to chose who sponsored them or if the just had to take the highest bidder.

He must have looked as sick as he felt at that moment because Yoongi addressed him with worry in his tone and Namjoon quickly tried to close off his feelings. There was no time to have a full on breakdown over being interested in a geisha. “Don’t worry about me please. It’s fine. I’m just thinking about the performance.” He wasn't even properly lying as he had been thinking about the performance over and over again - the part that “his” geisha had danced.

“Good,” Yoongi smiled, patting Namjoon’s shoulder reassuringly, “Tell me if you need some fresh air or anything. I think we were all blown away but remember we can’t fuck this night up, okay? We still need him to sign the papers.” The room they stepped in was far more traditional than the theater itself, but still it held an extravagant style that it had Yoongi speechless as he had never seen it before in any other tea house. The dark wooden table in midst of the large room was filled with snacks and it pulled Yoongi in right away and with him Namjoon as he still held onto his friend’s arm. He barely gave the other decoration a second glance, the food far more interesting than anything else. It didn’t take long for a few of Mr. Ling’s other business partners to come in and join them at the table. Yoongi relaxed visibly, when he could see Namjoon getting back into his natural habitat: talking business. That was until the door slid open and a young boy sat on his knees, bowing deeply to greet the men, making all of them snap their heads around.

“Good Evening,” Taehyung’s low voice send a shiver effectively down everyone’s spine and he slowly looked up, a mischievous smile on his lips, “I hope you enjoyed the show. It would be a great pleasure for me to…” The geisha got caught off by a push on his side, when someone placed himself right next to him rather roughly. Heavy breathing indicating that the other had run all the way up to the tea rooms instead of walking slowly as they were supposed to. Taehyung eyed Jungkook from the side, trying not to roll his eyes in annoyance. At least the younger was bowing deeply. “It would be a pleasure for us to join you tonight and celebrate with you.” Taehyung ended his greeting with a smile, although he wanted to grab Jungkook by his collar to tell him a word or two but the customers were more important to entertain now. Getting up, Taehyung walked inside and sat down right next to Mr. Ling, leaving Jungkook to close the door behind him.

It was almost funny how one person could hold so much attention on himself just by being there. The boy slowly prepared the tea and they watched him, business pushed into the back of their heads while the little maiko who had rushed into the room at last minute helped as best as he could. He was pretty, the make up hiding most of his features but he had a cute mouth and big doe eyes and Yoongi found himself smiling at the younger’s cuteness as he quickly gathered everything necessary for the tea ceremony. After the tea was ready and Mr. Ling had a steaming cup in his hands he sighed contentedly and finally addressed what they had been waiting for: “Well, did you bring the papers? Now would be the perfect time to talk a little about what each of us will make of this little arrangement of ours.” Yoongi was the one keeping the documents in his bag because Namjoon had a habit of losing stuff so he pulled them out and gave them over. While Mr. Ling losely scanned the paragraphs Yoongi’s eyes wandered back to the Maiko who filled cup after cup of tea.

Everyone else was talking. They had signed the papers for the overall agreement this morning and now it was about how much their partner was willing to invest in Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s business. The most important part. Namjoon was gesturing around, telling Mr. Ling and his co-workers how much percent they needed to make this work. Everyone was fixated on the interaction - but Yoongi.

Jungkook tried his hardest not to bite his lip and therefore ruin the lipstick he wore as he concentrated to fill in each cup perfectly. It was different when he was with Jimin, then he wasn’t as nervous as he was without him and Taehyung didn’t help in that case. The geisha was sitting close to Mr. Ling, obviously knowing the familiar face. It was clear to Jungkook that Taehyung wanted to have the highest tip tonight, going for the seemingly richest man of the group. The other had a habit of making a competition out of everything and now that he had the chance to be there right before Jimin would chime in again, he would use it as his advantage. Jungkook eyed Taehyung from the side who was laughing along with a joke, touching the man’s thigh ever so lightly. It was a moment where he lacked concentration, his fingers trembling from holding the heavy teacup that was burning his fingertips simultaneously. It was enough to make him spill a bit of the hot water right into the young man’s lap and Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately, just hoping that Taehyung or anyone else hadn't seen anything. He would be doomed if Hoseok knew that he wasn’t even able to pour in tea correctly. Gulping heavily, Jungkook’s gaze was fixated on the young man, completely frozen in shock.

Yoongi’s eyes seemed to find their way back to the young boy over and over again - while the little Maiko was concentrated on anything else but him. He didn’t even look at him, he either kept his gaze fixated on his tea or held his head bowed in a polite manner - which would have been a little more convincing if he wouldn't sneak glances at the geisha in the room who was entertaining mostly Mr. Ling right now. Yoongi couldn’t care less. He was more intrigued by the boy who had finally arrived at his place and was trying to fill the tea cup that stood in front of him. Again he sneaked a glance and the teapot wavered, hot tea spilling over. Yoongi flinched hard and the boys froze immediately and so fully that it looked like he was under some kind of petrification spell, his eyes so wide that it was almost comical. When Yoongi had gotten over the little shock of the hot liquid on his skin he carefully, slowly reached for a napkin and dabbed the tea away from his clothes. Spilling tea on customers was an affront in every tea house and he couldn’t imagine what the consequences must be for a Maiko in such an exclusive establishment. The younger must be scared out of his mind. So Yoongi gave him a little wink and then placed his finger over his lips to signalize that he would keep it their little secret.

The confusion was written all over the young dancers face and only when he realized what Yoongi had done, did a smile and a blush on his cheeks appear. Jungkook bowed in gratitude, placing the tea can back on the warmer and placed his hands in his lap. The kind man had just turned back to the conversation as they shook hands and agreed on a sum of money that Jungkook didn’t catch because he was still wondering about how that small little wink made him so flustered. He bit his tongue as they all cheered and Taehyung immediately took the moment to attract all the attention to himself, not giving Jungkook a chance to intertwine in a way, so he sat there quietly, watching with a smile on his lips. Although this way, Jungkook could observe closely.

It was pretty clear that Mr. Ling and his partners were used to Geisha’s around, easily mingling with Taehyung and starting to play games with him while the other two young men seemed pretty new. The taller, slim one looked rather absent again and Jungkook furrowed his brows, wondering where the man’s thoughts were when he noticed Yoongi’s gaze on him again. He startled a little, his mouth opening to say something just to close again in nervousness. Jungkook could feel his heart race, trying to seem collected on the outside and do whatever Geisha would do now: offer their entertainment. He quickly reached into one of his pockets, getting out a stack of cards and held them out for Yoongi to take, while bowing his head. Jungkook didn’t dare to say something, only making a small sound when Yoongi wasn’t taking his offer right away.

The little maiko was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He knew that he must be blushing even though he couldn't see it through the the makeup because the boy acted so shy and flustered. Apparently he didn't dare to do what the Geisha was doing so Yoongi was surprised when the younger was holding a pack of cards within his reach. He hesitated for a bit too long and the boy made a little sound in reaction that Yoongi had a hard time not to coo over. With a smile he took the cards. "Are you planning on showing me card tricks - or do you have the courage to play against me? If yes, then what's the stake? A kiss?" It was too much fun to flirt with that cutie to not do it.

Jungkook blinked up at the man - again, completely confused and rendered speechless. He shook his head quickly and took the cards away from him again to open up the pack and start sorting them. Jimin would have long scolded Jungkook about not saying anything to their customer as it seemed rude but it felt like he had lost his voice, too nervous to say something. Instead he took Yoongi’s hand to place it on the cards he just sorted and placed his palm on top to push them back to him, to signal that it was his and took another stack to push it over to Namjoon, opening his mouth to ask if he wanted to play, too while it seemed that the other wasn’t very keen on playing but rather observing everyone else. “Do you…,” It was all Jungkook could say, his soft voice breaking off when the sound of the door sliding open again made everyone turn around.

Looking over his shoulder, Jungkook smiled brightly when he saw Jimin bowing deeply and asking to join them in a sweet tone of voice, leaving everyone to stare at him the moment he blinked up. It was just a small movement, the way his eyes were glistening, the soft smile that played on his lips. Everything just seemed perfectly timed, as if the boy knew exactly how to wrap them all around their fingers in seconds and with one simple glance. “Oh! Jimin!” Mr. Ling called out happily, throwing his hands in the air and then leaned over to Namjoon and Yoongi alike, “He is really rare to book but I did it. Just for this occasion! Isn’t he beautiful?” He laughed, cheering with his drink towards them and spilling some of the liquor in the process.

It was as if someone had dimmed the sound in the room and the moment Jimin stepped in everything snapped into focus. Namjoon stared at him, shamelessly and without even noticing, too lost in his own internal yelling. That was him. The sweet boy on the market, the stunning dancer on stage. And now he was so close that Namjoon could have reached out for him if he had dared. He wore an embroidered silk robe with a long and equally embroidered obi wrapped around his waist. Although it was beautiful Namjoon would have prefered to see more of Jimin like he had on stage because right now he looked like a carefully wrapped gift and it was obvious that the formal wear was more constricting. He was still as elegant as ever when he mingled with them, choosing a place close to the Maiko who visibly relaxed at his presence.

Jimin had ignored Mr. Lings talk completely, who was already busy with Taehyung again who gave it his all to bring back the attention to himself. He had almost chuckled at it, a smile appearing on his lips and it only faltered when Jimin’s gaze fell onto Namjoon’s. For a second, his expression turned surprised, his heart picking up its beat because he recognized him right away. How couldn’t he? The handsome stranger’s face had been stuck in his mind from the day he had seen him. Quickly, Jimin put back on his professional demeanor and bowed his head just slightly, “Are you enjoying your tea, sir?” Reaching out for the tea can, Jimin filled his cup back up without tearing off his gaze from Namjoon.

“Even more now that you’re here.” The words were out before Namjoon could think about if it would be impolite or intrusive to voice his thoughts like that and he quickly broke the eye contact in case Jimin would feel uncomfortable. He could feel his ears burn when he thought about how many men must have made unwanted flirtatious comments while talking with Jimin and how the younger must be used to it by now. He coughed a little awkwardly before continuing more put together: “Your performance was amazing by the way. It must be difficult to dance like that in the water and with all the wet clothes clinging to your body.”

Jimin smiled softly, pouring himself some tea as well. “Thank you,” He bit his lip to not talk too much about how much he had been training for it too look like it and how many times he had slipped and fell onto his bottom. Tearoom conversations were never about them but about the visitors. Jungkook’s soft giggle interrupted Jimin and he turned to look at the young maiko, who was playfully slapping Yoongi’s hand away from his stack who was either not understanding the rules of the game or doing it on purpose to make the younger laugh when he made mistakes. “What brings you here to our lovely teahouse,” Jimin turned back around to Namjoon, looking over to Taehyung who was pouring in one drink after another for their visitor whose ears seemed pretty red already. “You haven’t been following me, have you?”

“Business,” He answered, a little embarrassed that Jimin had seen through him right away. Even though he probably meant it as a joke there was some truth behind it considering Namjoon had actually tried to find him before. He decided to find out how Jimin would react if he knew the truth so he gathered all his courage for a confident smile and added, “What if I had? Maybe you bewitched me the very moment I saw you.”

Jimin cocked his head to the side, his hands wrapped around the warm cup and smirked, “Isn’t that what a Geisha is supposed to do?” Jimin couldn’t explain what it was, but it didn’t feel like they were in a tea room filled with people who were playing and loudly chatting. Their own voices were soft, quiet and their gazes were glued on one another. “What kind of business are you working in?” Jimin asked, shifting a little closer to Namjoon.

“We manufacture home decoration and furniture with korean inlay work.” Normally he didn’t like to brag but somehow he wanted to impress the dancer with what he had so he pulled out his special pen and held it out for him to see. “Like this. My partner Yoongi designs them and I make sure that they look as good in the finished product as they do on paper.”

Jimin took the pen from Namjoon, turning it in his hand to look at it more thoroughly. It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. An it was just a pen after all. “You should think about expanding in the fashion business,” Jimin smiled brightly at him, reaching for Namjoon’s hand to place the pen back into his palm softly and making sure to touch the other ever so lightly. It seemed natural, but every movement was trained, ever feather light touch or stroke against the customer a way to lure them in further and to Jimin it was second nature. He didn’t need to think about anymore. But still he couldn’t help but notice how soft Namjoon’s hands felt. “It is really beautiful. Just imagine one of the designs on our costumes…,” He looked down at his own robe, “I bet it would look absolutely stunning. I’d buy all of your designs….” Jimin blinked up at the handsome man innocently, “I didn’t catch your name earlier, sir.”

“I’m not sure if the designs would look as nice as embroideries... but maybe I can ask Yoongi to design an obidome for your costume.” His heart beat quick and hard against his ribs. If he really planned on doing this then he would need to come back to give it to Jimin - and see him again. The touch of the younger’s hand was soft but electrifying and Namjoon wished that he could take his hand for real. He swallowed down his answer which would have been ‘you already look stunning enough’ to not be creepy. “My name is Kim Namjoon. And you are?”

“Jimin,” He breathed out, his cheeks dusting in a rose color although there was nothing to be embarrassed about. It still felt way too intimate in a way. “Please don’t go out of your way for me.” He bowed his head softly, “Just being able to see your designs like this was already enough. I hope I can come by and buy something beautiful from you. I’m not out in the city very often but I would love to see your bigger designs one day.” His eyes lit up, sparkling in the dimmed light. Jimin would never earn enough money to do so, but just the single thought about owning something so beautifully made him dream. “So, you’re not just handsome but also smart and talented when it comes to business.” Jimin reached for the snacks, leaning over Namjoon a little before offering him some. “Your wife must be very proud.”

They both knew that buying something from him was out of the question for Jimin or else he wouldn’t be a geisha in a tea house but a tea house owner himself if it was the love for the old arts and traditions that kept him there and not his fate that had brought him into this at a young age. You didn’t decide to become a geisha. You either did it for family duty or money and survival. But right now they both pretended so Namjoon just nodded and smiled, the idea of asking Yoongi to design a little gift anchored in his mind. He laughed when Jimin started to flirt with him, playing along. “Oh, yes, if I had a wife I am sure she would be so proud of her amazing husband,” He gentle shook his head, chuckling before confessing a bit more seriously, “...that’s the problem with a booming business. If it goes really well you don’t have the time for a family and if it doesn’t - then you don’t have the money for one.”

Jimin placed his hand on Namjoon’s thigh softly in a sweet gesture, “That’s just an excuse. If it’s love then believe me, you’ll make the time and effort. And if your partner isn’t appreciating the work you put in, the passion you have for your business then maybe they aren’t the right one.” He nodded determinately when in reality Jimin knew nothing about love, but just the stories from books and what others told him.

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw Jimin and the customer so close together. Other than him Jimin could be a bit more bold and touch them but still he hadn’t seen Jimin act so intimately with a stranger before. But there was no way that he knew that man, Jungkook was sure that Jimin would have told him if they were serving friends tonight. He almost missed Yoongi’s turn and only reacted when the other asked him if he was giving up already. “No, I’m not but.. I have to make sure that Jimin is on time for his next appointment which means that sadly I’ll have to leave soon.” He bowed politely and to his own surprise there was real regret this time.

“I see.” Yoongi nodded and collected the cards. “I hope you’ll give me the opportunity to play with you again to find out who the winner is. If I win I’m allowed to kiss you and if you win it’ll be the other way round, right?” He winked again as he gave the cards back to where they belonged.

“I…I…” Jungkook gulped heavily, the nervousness right back the moment his customer was talking about kissing him – again. “You’re not allowed to touch me, Sir.” Jungkook added quietly, taking the cards from him and putting them back in his pocket. Averting his gaze, Jungkook was playing with the hem of his belt. “It would be a pleasure nonetheless to play again and welcome you back into our establishment,” It felt a little off to say his usual goodbyes when he really wanted to tell Yoongi to come back and maybe even ask for him, even though he wasn’t technically allowed to be booked, yet.

In contrast to Namjoon, Yoongi knew the rules though therefore he asked right away and without missing a beat, “Do you normally accompany Taehyung or Jimin or do you switch?” Because next time he visited he wanted to make sure that he was able to find Jungkook again without embarrassing the younger and ask for him directly when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Jimin,” Jungkook nodded over to the Geisha as an answer, “He trains me and supervises me and therefore I help him. You can find me wherever he is.” The words came out of his mouth faster than he could take them back, biting his lip and smudging the red lipstick in the process just a little. He bowed his head again, hiding his cheeks with it that were blushing red right now.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to ask for him then.” The boy’s eagerness was utterly cute and Yoongi was happy that the Maiko had told him just like that because it meant that he really was okay with seeing him again or else he would have just needed to lie and tell him that it changed from time to time or that he didn’t have a regular supervisor at all and he would have had to leave it at that as you could randomly book geishas if you wanted and had the money but you could never request who was accompanying them.

Jungkook hurriedly gathered the seam of his long costume and went over to Jimin, watching every step as to not fall over his feet or one of the tea pots. When he reached the two men he quickly kneeled back down and bowed his head. “Jimin? Sir? I’m so very sorry that I have to interrupt you so unpleasantly it’s … the time.” He still couldn’t talk as smoothly and perfectly like Jimin and he often laid awake at night wondering why he couldn’t just relax instead of making mistakes.

Jimin startled a little when Jungkook plopped down beside him, a hand on the youngers thigh making him lose his stiff posture. “I apologize for my short visit,” He addressed Namjoon with a sad smile, that was far more genuine that he’d like to admit in that very moment. “I am unfortunately awaited somewhere else right now so I need to leave but Taehyung will stay here with you, so don’t worry. You’ll be in good hands.” Jimin bowed his head as well and with being so close to Namjoon before he could take in his cologne, the sweet musky smell that was the handsome stranger - just like he remembered it from the market when he stood so close by him. Jimin nodded towards Jungkook to get up, taking his own costume to lift it up just enough to get up comfortably, when a hand wrapped around his wrist kept him in his place. He froze completely, his eyes widened for a moment while Jimin stared back right into Namjoon’s eyes. His heart was threatening to jump right out of his chest. There was a hint of fear mixing with the excitement that rushed through his veins. Just as much as a maiko, Jimin wasn’t allowed to get touched without asking first, especially not pulling or holding him in place in any kind of way. He licked his lips nervously, his breath coming in short, soft pants and Jimin wasn’t so sure if it was because of how tight his belt was wrapped around his waist or just because of the fact that Namjoon was holding him like this right now.

Namjoon had acted out of instinct and so quickly that he was surprised by his own courage. Jimin looked at him, wide eyed and real, all pretense fallen away because of the shock. He looked younger like this, vulnerability shining through were there had been nothing but confidence before. Namjoon immediately loosened his grip because the last thing he wanted to do was to startle Jimin or get an official reprimand of the tea house for breaking their rules (also the little Maiko looked like he was ready to fight him if he didn’t let go of Jimin, all shyness gone in his fierce sense of loyalty).

“My apologies.” He let his hand slide off of Jimin’s arm, caressing the inside of the younger’s wrist with a feather light touch of his fingertips. “I didn’t mean to be harsh. I just really want to see you again and... I was afraid you’d be out of the room before I could ask for your for permission to do so. Would you please forgive me my inconsiderate and intrusive act and allow me a chance to proof that I can be a pleasant conversational partner instead? I promise that you won’t regret it.”

A shiver ran down Jimin’s spine when Namjoon’s fingertips soothed along his skin touching him so delicately, so softly as if he was breakable and only needed to be handled with care. Jimin’s eyes were still wide, but he listened attentively. His heart skipped a beat when Namjoon just simply asked for permission - which he really didn't have to. Anyone who was allowed to come back, was allowed to ask for any Geisha. It was a simple act of kindness from Namjoon to ask if Jimin wanted to see him again, too. Jimin never had any visitor to be so considerate and ask what he wanted and it rendered him speechless for a moment. Letting his hand brush along Namjoon’s fingertips, Jimin nodded softly. “I accept your apologies,” He whispered and let go off Namjoon, “I hope to see you again, too.” With a smile and a racing heartbeat, Jimin got up and placed a hand on Jungkook’s back to push the younger out of the room with him. He stole one last glance at Namjoon, before he slid the door close.

“Have you ever seen such a beautiful boy?” Yoongi hummed, leaning against Namjoon. He was sure he could still hear Jungkook’s giggle in the back of his mind. “No, never.” Namjoon sighed, completely mesmerized - and failing to notice that they were talking about two different boys.

He straightened a little before addressing Yoongi again, “I want you to do me a favour.” Startled, Yoongi nodded without his usual teasing about how he needed to think about it and wanted something in return “I’d like you to tell me all those tea house rules you know and... and maybe you could include an obidome design next time you’re drawing.”

Yoongi was silent for a moment - and then broke into laughter, “Damn, those boys really got you this time, hm? If I had known all it would take to convince you that tea house visits can be pleasurably would be a reservation at a high class one I would have done that years ago.” He was still chuckling, completely surprised by that sudden development. “So.. will you do it?” Namjoon acted almost shy in his request now.

“Sure. Whatever makes you happy, Nams!” Namjoon carefully overlooked Yoongi's wink at him.

…

“Stop pouting, Jungkookie,” Jimin chuckled as they hurried down the hallway and back to the powder rooms and where they usual got ready for visitors. “I’ve never seen you pout before. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer I will ask Taehyung to share the tip he gets, okay? I’ll give you my share of it, too.” The geisha patted his shoulder softly, thinking that Jungkook was mad that he didn’t get his usual tip which were always important to them, to pay of their debts and buy themselves little things. Especially for a maiko, who always just got less than a geisha’s tip it was necessary. “Kook, would you mind loosening my belt a little?” Jimin was panting when they finally could close the door behind them to freshen up, “I can’t dance like this.”

Jungkook kept it to himself why he hadn't been ready to leave yet but he was still a little embarrassed that he had liked a random man so much. While he loosened Jimin’s belt his tongue also came a little lose and he couldn’t help wondering and asking, “Do you know who they were? I’ve never seen them before but Tae acted like he knew them. Also... you weren’t there in the beginning so.. I spilled some tea? On one of them? And they didn’t yell at me.” He was mumbling the last sentences so shyly that Jimin could barely understand him and when he wanted to turn around in surprised Kook kept a hold of his belt and kept hiding behind his back. “Do you think that means he likes me? Or does he just not care about spilled tea?”

Jimin held onto the table while Jungkook was keeping his belt so tightly in his hold that he couldn’t turn around, but he still tried to look over his shoulder. “You spilled tea?” His voice sounded surprised, “You never spill something, Kookie. You can be lucky they didn’t say anything...maybe he did, yeah. Anyone would be a fool not to like you.” When Jungkook was finally done, Jimin took a deep breath and sighed. “Mr. Ling is a regular visitor whenever he is in our city. He’s a businessman from Japan. Very wealthy. And he likes to bring new guests to the house. But I didn’t know the others. Not really.” The geisha began to explain before he touched up his make-up a little, mumbling under his breath, “I just saw him at the market once. That’s all.”

Jungkook had ears like a lynx though. “Him? Who’s him? The guy you were talking about? The lanky one? The one who held you?” He got excited at the prospect of Jimin being interested in one of their customers. Jimin hadn’t even shown interest in the ones who had proposed to him until now. As Jimin was a geisha he was allowed to receive marriage requests and he had already gotten some but Hoseok had been refusing them all. Jungkook wasn’t allowed to ask but as much as he knew Jimin hadn’t asked why either and he found it a strange thing to not even weigh his options. Though of course he was really relieved that Jimin didn’t leave him alone here. He felt like he wouldn’t survive for even a week without Jimin. Especially with his mizuage within reach…

Jimin hummed in response, blushing slightly, “Yeah. Him. He followed me on the market, and I thought of him as handsome - that’s all. I didn’t think I would see him again.” He turned to look at Jungkook with a smile and reached for the younger’s hand to pull him closer. “You know that’s how we suppose to be like, right? One single glance and make a man fall for you?” Cupping Jungkook’s cheeks softly, Jimin looked at him thoroughly. “We are the perfect illusion, the forbidden fruit. I told you I’m good at that.” He chuckled, sounding a little off, even to himself. Quickly, Jimin cleared his throat and gave himself a quick glance in the mirror. “Will you sing while I dance?” He changed the topic easily, even though knowing his maiko, Jungkook wouldn’t let go and lightly pushed the younger out of the room with him to get to the next tea room, “It’s more fun when you play while I dance.”

“Of course I will.” Something stirred inside of him and the sadness in Jimin’s smile had hit him straight into the middle of his heart. Jimin only very rarely let it shine through that he could feel sad or lonely or lost and Jungkook knew that this man must reach way more in Jimin than just his interest if it evoked such a response. He didn’t push further though afraid of hurting Jimin further. The older was always so strong for him, the shoulder he could lean on, the person he could come to at night. He wanted to give Jimin back what he so gratefully received but he couldn’t. He knew that Jimin would never let his guard down in front of him in fear of pulling the ground from under both their feets. They relied on each other and their stable little bubble they had created.

Who knew what was needed to make it burst.

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wildthought12 · 5 years

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Ghost (Part 1)

Description: It was everything from his shaggy hair, to his touches, to the way he held that camera of his: everything about him left you fascinated.

A/N: This is my first time writing so please be kind! - Thank You!

The moment you step foot outside of the airport the sun was beaming down your face. A smile appears on your face; you are finally back home in, Los Angeles. All the honking and traffic snap you out of your train of thoughts; it was the two things that you did not miss while being away. There were a lot of cars not to your surprise as you are scanning behind your black Ray-Ban sunglasses for your mother.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, OVER HERE!"

Your eyes found your mother who is waving like a crazy person to catch your attention. A laugh escapes your lips as you dragged your two heavy luggage towards your mother black BMW X5. "Hi, Mother dearest," you said with a big smile, you were happy to see your mom after all three months has passed since you last saw her. Your mother walked over to the back of the car to helped you put your luggage into the trunk. "It's nice to have you back brat," she said as she gave you a tight hug and made you laugh. "I bet Dad and Tommy are driving you crazy." She nodded her head and laugh, "you have no idea, and I'm sick of being in the middle of your father and your brother argument."

Both of you laugh as you enter the car and your mother started to drive. "What can they possibly be arguing about now? The two of them doesn't even live in the same house anymore." You shook your head at the thought of what reasons can you father and little brother be arguing than again those two never see eye to eye. "The usual you know about school and how he can't make money playing games to post on youtube forever." You rolled your eyes, "oh god, Dad needs to let Tommy live his own life, and he is actually making good money with his games."

"I know, I tell your Dad that all the time but you know how he is," you nod knowing how you Dad always wanted things to go a specific way. "Dad needs to learn to be less annoying. As long as Tommy and I are making money and bills are pay than let us live." You said as it reminded you of how your dad always said he wish you went to school for education instead of human service. Even though you made a career for yourself as a caseworker, he wanted you to be a teacher, but obviously, it was not something you wanted for yourself.

"What are you going to do now?"

You let out a sigh now that you are back home you need to find a job since you quit your last one to go on your adventure. "Start applies for jobs, I guess," you shrugged since you weren't too sure if you want to go back to that career path. Being away from home changed the way you saw things. "Y/N, what do you mean you guess? You need to make money," your mother said with a stern tone. "Gosh, mom I know that, don't worried I have a good amount in my saving to keep me afloat for a couple more months." The one thing that you did listen to your dad about is saving as much as you can which is why you were able to be gone for three months. The one thing you are better than your brother at is being independent.

"Home sweet home," a smile made its way to your face when your eyes landed on your apartment. The plus side to living in that apartment is your parents owe it, so they were kind about the price. "I'll see you and dad later, mom," you said then gave her a wink. "I better get a gift from you, Y/N, you were gone for three months." That made you burst out laughing, "Don't worry, I got you something from each country." You gave her a thumb up; you made sure to grab your family and friends something from each country in SouthEast Asia that you were able to step foot in.

The moment you settle in you stare up at the ceiling and thought about what you are going to do when you see him again. It’s not like you can hide from him forever, yes Los Angeles is a big city, but at the same time, it was small as well. Not to mention your little brother Tommy ran in the same crowd because of Youtube. And not just that but Natalie is also one of your close friends. The two of you met back in college, you were a couple of years older than her but the both of you hit it off in Animal science class; that you decided to take as a free elected because of how easy everyone said it was.

You grabbed your phone and decided to text your friends including Natalie. You did tell her that you would text her the moment you landed and settled in your apartment.

‘Hey, Bitch I’m back from Asia!’

It didn’t take long for Natalie to text you back which surprises you since the time is two in the Afternoon. Usually, she was busy doing errands for him than again there is no such thing about regular time with a job like that.

‘What the fuck Bitch you told you would be back next week not today.’ You laugh as you read her text, the two of you friendship is like that with swearing at one another.

Y/N: I lied because I knew you would try to pick me up from the airport.

Natalie: No shit, I haven’t seen your ass in three months.

Just as you are about to reply she decided to call you on facetime, "Oh my god why didn't you tell me you, bitch? I would have taken time off to pick your ass up because I FUCKING MISS YOU." Natalie shouted the last part which made you laugh. You shook your head, "because I didn't want you to take the day off of work because god knows your boss needs you all the time." You smile because you know how important she is to him. Natalie rolled her eyes, "David would have given me the day off," she pouted because she did miss you. The sound of his name made you feel weird, "Shoot his ass would have come with me to pick you up too. David miss your ass too," she said with a smile, and luckily she didn't catch you pout at the sound of his name. "That is why I didn't tell you because I did not want to bother his busy ass."

Natalie rolled her eyes, "big deal it would have taken only an hour." She said as you watch her walk around the house as you are in bed talking. "DAVID, Y/N IS BACK HOME THAT BITCH LIED TO ME," Natalie shouted and before you can say anything she passed her phone to David. The one person you did not want to see just yet.

"Y/N," he said surprise looking like a Deer caught in headlight while you felt yourself stop breathing for a second. It didn't take you long to snap out of it as you remember Natalie is there and she knows nothing. Putting on the best fake smile of your life, you waved and said, "What is up Dude." You did your best to sound like your usual self in front of Natalie. A smile found a way to David's face, "Welcome back to America."

"THANKS!"

You watched as Natalie shook her head, "Can you believe this bitch lied to me?" She said to David, and he shook his head and laughed, "Y/N didn't want to see you Natalie get the hint, gosh." You watch as he did his best to act normal around Natalie, "Please she loves me."

You smiled at Natalie and nodded, "I did, but I figure I would give myself a week to adjust to the timezone before I saw you."

Natalie shook her head, "No bitch I'm going to see you today." She said as she turns to David, his eyes never leaving the facetime. "David, can I take a few hours off to see, Y/N?"

"You can take the rest of the day off, Natalie," David said and an excited Natalie squeal. "Hopefully I see you soon, Y/N," he said as you nodded, "sureeee thing dude!" It was a lied you did not want to see, David Dobrik at all.

TBC

#david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik #vlog squad #vlogsquad imagine

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steve0discusses · 6 years

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Yugioh S2 Ep 28: Marik Ishtar Canonically Only Weighs 121 lbs

Yo, I got hella sick this week and slept for what felt like 3 straight days, so because I’m still not fully functional (like I just found french fries in my front pocket of my sweatshirt and I have no idea when over the past three days I put that in there), in celebration of finally being awake, lets watch a lucid dream put to the screen, that’s right, it’s time for Yugioh.

Last we left off, Yugi has decided to throw this heavy chain and anchor over Joey’s neck--referring of course to the golden cursed necklace and not the actual chain and anchor that is hanging above them and about to kill them (but probably weighs the same but we’ll get to that realization later). I was really hoping that we’d get to see Pharaoh pull up in the corner like a little shoulder angel and just start shouting at Joey, but apparently you can’t catch the Pharaoh Dad curse that easily.

So apparently I missed THIS the last two episodes--but there’s a huge ass Death Clock above the anchor? Seriously, there’s been a time limit this whole time!?

I would be jumping into the ocean the moment I saw this clock, I just cannot even fathom the thought of playing a 20 minute card game. Like once my older brother--a different bro than my younger bro who edits this blog, this is my Chaotic Neutral bro--decided to shove 5 different Uno decks together to create an ultimate deck that was almost entirely wilds and draw 4′s and it was such an excruciating experience, that my Mother secretly threw the game away. Forever scarred.

Anyway, now that he’s strapped with Pharaoh in a Box, finally things got weird enough that Joey snapped out of it. First time he snapped out of it was because of a dragon...second time was the puzzle...he has yet to even kind of recognize Tea strapped in a bondage chair with a giant storage unit threatening to crush her--that one doesn’t seem to bother him.

Joey has a very selective memory, but he only seems to come to for about 10 seconds at a time and mostly just sweats a lot whenever he does.

(read more under the cut)

And as Joey pulls out the same piece he once threw out a school window and into a really fancy fountain, he has a very quick flashback to Season One. Or Season Zero, depending on which version you like better. (What school has a fountain, PS? Was that a quick donation from the Kaibas so the principal could shrug off some demerits?)

And so Joey puts the puzzle back together and back over his neck.

It’s fine. Go back to throwing fireballs at your best friend, but if you litter, then that’s just way too far. I mean the show has to stretch this out four episodes anyway, so despite their endless friendship love--Joey is still possessed and we have nothing left to give him unless Yugi just starts unloading belts.

Really confused at how this magic even works or operates when the puzzle is so far away from Yugi, but maybe Pharaoh has a battery life like a wacom tablet.

Man, so there really is no way to have any privacy when that guy’s in your head huh? Like can’t even hang up the puzzle when you’re on the toilet--no--he’s just...always around. This is the worst curse.

Back on the boat, the story boarding team realized that Marik is an underage teenager and cannot drink alcohol on TV.

I mean he didn’t even have a bottle of whatever he’d drink to fill that glass (milk, I’m assuming. Marik seems like the type of person that’d put ice in his milk.) But all that was drawn next to him was just one bucket of ice. Marik’s just back here stress chewing ice like a pregnant woman.

PS I just looked up Marik’s age with a quick Google Search and can we talk about something real fast--just real fast--JK I’m gonna talk about it a lot.

+++++RATHER LONG WIKIA WORMHOLE WEIGHT DISCUSSION FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++

Age‎: ‎16 <---which seems a little young, but OK, it’s an anime

Weight‎: ‎121.254 lb <------- EXCUSE ME, WIKIA!?

Height‎: ‎1.8 m ; 5.906 ft

He is nearly 6 ft feet tall and 120 lbs!?

Y’all.

Marik HAS NO BONES.

As a reviewer, it’s not my job to go around saying if drawing Marik way too skinny for a normal human being is right or wrong, because that’s a discussion that you can find plenty of info on. I’m pretty sure the people who made this show never expected when they first drew Yugi’s crazy eyes and horrible hair that we’d have a generation that would point to it and say “that’s hot”

And I’m not saying any of these characters have eating problems either, because we’ve seen all of them eat healthy meals. The shocking thing is that they gave these fake characters--remember these aren’t real people, they are cartoons--a specific numeric weight.

Blood type I expect, other random anime tidbits I expect--but weight seems super duper random and so awkward. Like, why do we have this information? Was it on a card or something? Like did the intern who came up with this weight number even research like...how much a normal human weighs??? Did they pull this number out of their ass???? None of these numbers make any sense, and they have these for apparently every single person who has appeared on the show. It’s incredible.

Man, Marik’s still wearing Baby Gap over there. Which...that explains the very small hoodie.

...one sec, let me look at the stats on Yugi.

Weight‎: ‎92.594 lb Height‎: ‎1.53 m ; 5.02 ft

OH NO. Who did this!?

He can’t even ride a roller coaster yet! Well, that explains a lot of the need for so many belts on this show. Yugi hasn’t hit the big triple digits yet.

Oh, Yugi.

And since we’re talking about numbers, lets talk about that puzzle now that we’ve talked about Yugi’s body weight. And like, lets be real--this is a cartoon and so of course it weighs magically nothing in the physics of the show...but lets just see, using math, how much this is if a 7 inch isosceles pyramid were made of solid gold (assuming that there is no gap in the middle, because that’s the way I’ve personally interpreted it.)

Now I’m gonna throw out a number and if you disagree, that’s cool beans and I don’t care, I was an art major, leave your math in the comments. But my math: It’s roughly 60 lbs. Some people online say it would only be 2 kilo’s but I don’t know what planet they’re from. Gold is .7 lbs a volumetric inch

Of course this weight also depends on how heavy the chain is, but I mean...the chain is stronger than Joey Wheeler and Tristan combined hitting it repeatedly with a pipe. It’s gotta be a car-towing/superlock chain.

a 20 inch heavy duty tow/lock chain is like 15 lbs, from what I see on Ebay.

So that pyramid necklace, indeed, is 75 lbs--4/5 of Yugi’s weight.

Now lets say you think there’s a gap in the middle and each piece has about a half-inch thickness, we’ll subtract about 43 lbs.

That’s still a 32 lb necklace guys, it’s about a third his weight!

Now lets say this was gold plated--first off, it’s not. But, lets say it’s entirely copper AND it’s hollow. That necklace is still 7 lbs with a 15 lb chain which is 23 lbs.

So, in all, Yugi actually weighs more than most people on this show--but it’s only because of the necklace, meaning the strongest thing in Yugioh, other than the endearing power of friendship between Joey and Yugi, is Yugi’s neck.

I also looked up Seto Kaiba and it didn’t say his weight right away but it did say this

Favorite Food‎: ‎Filet Mignon with Foie Gras Sauce

Damn.

Why does Seto Kaiba crave freakin ducks? Someone please give this poor child some candy. Give the whole cast candy.

+++++++END RANT OF EVERYONE’S WEIGHT ACCORDING TO WIKIA. I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHY WE KNOW THIS?+++++++

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the boys are still babysitting Serenity, who has the pure muscle mass of 108 lbs, which is nearly 20 lbs more than Yugi Muto and only about 10 lbs less than Marik Ishtar.

She could probably lift Marik Ishtar. TBH with OP buff Wheeler stats like that, Serenity could probably punch out half the cast and does not need babysitting.

Duke Devlin is still following them around. I don’t really know why. No thugs are after Duke. Duke can just leave whenever he wants to, but he’s either so fascinated by Tristan’s predicament, or so enamored by Serenity’s soft hair and beautiful bandages, that he’s decided to follow along like Bakura in Season 1.

Except Bakura in Season 1 followed along because he wanted to screw them all, I’m pretty sure Duke won’t be doing that because I’m fairly positive that dice earring he got off of Etsy isn’t a millennium earring. I’m fairly positive he isn’t going to randomly kill everybody. I don’t know if this show could handle yet another villain dead set on destroying the world.

This love triangle between Tristan, and a girl who I didn’t think was real in S1, and Duke Devlin, the guy who was in a one-off at the end of S1 when the season should have already ended. So this is happening now. Interesting choice, show.

Serenity is like 12, right? Like her brother’s 14-16 and she’s like 11-13?

This show has a cast mostly full of people who are all the same age yet they keep shipping the few people that are either too young or waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too old. (except for Yugi and Joey, of course, who are the same age)

Duke Devlin, with this newly found responsibility, immediately walks a blind person into the street.

Anyways, speaking of ships that are way too old for this show, look who’s here and driving the dumbest convertible I’ve ever seen drawn.

And on the other side of town, the show edited out most of this violent nonsense for me.

Mai’s car, straight from fisher-price. I can’t stop looking at it.

So um...in the time it took to get Tristan, pick him up, turn around, and then drive here it was like...a 2 minute drive?

But, youknow, consider the Kaiba’s perspective. You’re watching this effed up duel straight from the bowels of Satan, and you hear a car pull up, and you’re like “oh finally, someone’s come to help us” and you turn around, and it’s a blue clown car full of Mai Valentine, Tristan, that random horny kid from the class across the hall, and some blind woman?

So Mokuba, who weighs less than one millennium puzzle at 61 lbs, actually makes an attempt to explain everything as quickly as possible and this is like the fourth time this kid has had to explain to someone else what the hell is going on.

Ah, and now everyone’s a bystander.

Almost the entire cast is here now, right? At least Yugi will die with an audience.

Bandit Keith weighs 187 lbs, PS. He is, so far, the only character I’ve checked who weighs more than Yugi with the necklace on.

Anyway, their weights are all awkwardly available online and I’ll probably go back to forgetting that this random info exists (much like I consistently forget that Seto is only 6′1″ although he’s drawn like he’s 8 ft tall)

Next week on Yugioh:

So how much does Yugi’s hair weigh when all that product is on there? Does Seto ever eat that Filet Mignon he craves so bad? Is Mai in fact renting that car and does it get busted here in the Abandoned Warehouse neighborhood?

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truthisgoldenau · 4 years

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Character Bio: Frederick Fazbear Sr.

Born: July 24, 1957

Race: Mixed (Mom was white, dad was black)

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Tattoos: 2 dates, wedding anniversary and kid's birthday, on his right arm.

Personality: Early on, extremely outgoing and excitable, easy to get along with. Later, closed off and distracted.

Married: February 14, 1980 to Madeline Hartford.

Franklin Isaiah Fazbear was considered one of the luckiest people in Spring Valley. He struck oil. He successfully found gold (by accident, at that!). And he scored one of the prettiest young women to ever make her way to the small Colorado city, a socialite from back east named Eliza Ann Farnsworth.

They got married early, and money was never a problem. They were rich and practically famous. Franklin's oil business was booming.

Then they had a child. He would be their only one. Frederick Fazbear was a careful decision; both of them felt it was the natural next step in their relationship. They assumed it would be easy to raise a child.

They both realized rather quickly that it wasn't so easy as they imagined; being parents didn't come naturally to them and their relationship with this new piece of their family was politely... Detached.

It wasn't so much that they didn't love him; they very much did. They just had no idea how to go about showing it without feeling like they were bribing their child to love them.

Fred grew up aware of his parents lack of knowledge on how to parent; he often felt far more attached to the family cook than his parents and often found himself envious of the families where the parents put effort into their kids lives. Not that he didn't love his, but they sure didn't feel like parents.

He started getting the idea for what would later become Fredbear's and Freddy's while in high school. He had a friend (really, only the one) who convinced him to sneak out to this small family place out of town. Despite it being just the two of them, Fred found he loved the atmosphere the place had and wished he could come up with something like that.

He went to college aiming for a business degree. At the time he still hadn't mentioned to his parents that he might use the degree for something other than continuing the Fazbear Oil Company. He still didn't know if he was serious; but the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea.

It was during the first year of college that he met Madeline Hartford. She was a barista at this gimicky little cafe on campus that also advertised open mic nights for singers, comedians, and poets. He tried to ask her on a date immediately; she turned him down, but in amusement said she'd gladly be friends with him first.

After 3 months she finally let him ask her out on a date and he took her up on the offer.

Maddie did have to constantly remind him that he didn't need to buy her love. Fred had no end of access to his family's money, and he just kind of expected that the best thing to do was buy her nice things. Once Maddie talked him out of it, he was just... An incredibly hopeless romantic. And Maddie loved it.

He shared his idea with her about a family centered place and she loved it. She encouraged it and helped him start forming ideas for it. They'd stay up late talking about the kind of place it ought to be and what kind of things it should have.

He asked her to marry him in early 1979. She said yes. They both graduated from college in May, and spent a lot of time planning both their wedding and the future restaurant. Fred's parents were offering to pay for the wedding; and they had after a lot of long talks decided to fund the opening of Fred's dream restaurant. They were a little worried that the idea might fail; Fred promised if it did that he'd take over the family business instead as he'd always been somewhat destined to.

By the end of 1979, the animatronics for Fredbear's Family Diner, as Fred and Maddie had taken to calling it had been commissioned. It was a steep price that Fred's parents gladly paid off. Anything to help him get started.

Fred and Maddie's Valentine's Day wedding in 1980 was gorgeous and perfect. Fred had tried to convince Maddie to go big or go home (saying she deserved it) but it ended up being a rather small event. Maddie had a more notable guest list than Fred; he never seemed to mind.

They honeymooned in Paris, Maddie letting Fred spoil her on that end.

Once back in Spring Valley, the rest of the planning for Fredbear's got going full force.

Fredbear's Family Diner opened in January of 1981 with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie front and center. They were also able to be worn as suits, and Fred and the Fredbear's mechanic Henry Emily were usually the two to suit up. At least for the first six months- an accident with the springlocks meant the suits stopped being worn. Henry was able to keep them in good condition so that they could continue performing, and despite them being somewhat quarantined to the stage, everyone loved them.

Near the beginning of 1983, Fred's parents died in a freak plane accident.

The company was left to the Vice President; but a majority of the fortune was left to Fred with a note from his parents in his dad's will that if something were to happen to them, that the money was to be used to continue his dream. That his dad was proud of him and what he'd accomplished so far and that he hoped the Fazbear family luck would live on for him.

As sad as it was to lose both his parents at once, he knew it wouldn't do to be sad forever. And that if his dad had been proud of him despite never setting foot in his place, it was no time to mope around.

By the end of 1983, Fred had begun planning for a bigger, better place. With more animatronics, for more people to spend time in. Fredbear's Family Diner closed its doors just before New Year 1984 with the tease that soon something bigger was coming.

The planning for his new place, which he started calling Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, felt like it took forever. Ben Anderson, one of the employees from the diner who had worked the whole time in the kitchen, stuck with him and actually helped him plan a lot alongside Maddie.

Henry Emily decided to move back to Hurricane, Utah with his family. He'd enjoyed working at Fredbear's, but his and his wife's extended families were both still in Utah and he wanted his toddler twins to be able to get to know the family. Fred made him promise to stay in touch (it was a promise Henry never broke).

Planning for the new place was chaotic- Fred was often so excited about ideas he'd cut himself off mid sentence with new plans. They hit a small roadblock when the Spring Bonnie animatronic was heavily damaged during its move to storage- but Maddie convinced Fred that whoever they'd find as a new mechanic could fix it. With that and the designs he had for new animatronics, they plowed ahead.

In the middle of 1984 Fred started hiring for his second place. People who'd worked at Fredbear's rarely made the return (a few stopped by just to see the building). But it was well known throughout town that Fred had paid his employees ridiculously well and was a great boss.

Ben of course came back, Fred once again having him run the kitchen. Ben liked that job enough, at least.

Sometimes Maddie was convinced Fred hired certain people because they had sad stories. Fred had always been a talker, and half his interviews were somewhat sidetracked casual chats.

Like Damian, the kid who applied to work the prize counter, who Fred had told Maddie about as "this punk kid who lives in a trailer with his mom and aunt and three sisters. Poor kid sleeps on the couch, can you believe that?!"

Or Hailey, the high school student who'd told him she really wanted to run her own restaurant someday.

Maddie was always amused by how astounded he was at things like that but sometimes the rich kid Fred had been still came through. Unsurprisingly, they were still stupidly rich, even with all the money poured into this new place.

There were only two applications for mechanic- one from some guy who'd worked at a car dealership for 10 years named Scott something that Fred interviewed and complained about having the personality of a brick.

The other was Pierce Graves, and Fred wasn't sure about him at first because his application was very vague on whether or not he even knew how to fix things. Maddie remembered the name, having looked over a lot of applications from Fredbear's with him. Fred remembered they had only not interviewed him back then just out of curiosity because they'd already had Henry and two mechanics for two animatronics was a little much.

Anyone else would have taken one look at the 21 year old kid with a full sleeve of tattoos that he'd forgotten to hide, in a rival company's uniform, showing up late to an interview as a complete 3 strikes. Fred was not "anyone else". Fred was fascinated. And Pierce aced the easy routine maintenance stuff Fred had left on his new animatronics. So he hired him as soon as he got back around to it (he had a lot else going on can you blame him?).

With help from Pierce designing Foxy the Pirate, and the rest of the pieces falling into place, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza opened in December 1984. The crowd opening day was huge- Spring Valley had loved Fredbear's, and word of a bigger better place had gotten out.

Henry and his family even showed up to see the full extent of Freddy's.

It was a hit from day one- the different sets of animatronics performed on different days, they had a full arcade of as many games Fred could get, the food was great, and people kept coming back. Fred knew a lot of the regulars by name, and Maddie even often spent time at Freddy's.

Business got even better after Foxy the Pirate was introduced; it was a hit. Particularly with this little red headed kid who Fred wasn't so sure spoke English, and pretty soon Fred had become friends with the very shy Katherine O'Malley and her son Finn who had moved to Colorado from Ireland. They were almost constant fixtures at Freddy's, and Fred would always make sure to mention when new Foxy merch was going to show up at the prize counter. When the plushies started coming out, he offered to give Finn one since they were going to be a high ticket item, but Finn excitedly turned it down so he could win it himself.

(Later, Katherine would ask him to please thank the mechanic for helping her and Finn get the remainder of the tickets for the Foxy plush, as apparently they'd been close to getting enough when the mechanic had given them all the ones he hadn't needed to use. Fred did and Pierce just shrugged it off)

Discovering Pierce had powers similar to his own that he'd never tried to learn was an accident- but a good one. He'd been terrified of them, and Pierce was a little concerned he'd never learned how to use them. Pierce offered to help him learn so it'd be less of a startle reflex that could potentially backfire- Fred accepted on the condition that Pierce not mention it to anyone.

On his and Maddie's 7th wedding anniversary, she told him they were going to be parents. Fred was ecstatic- him and Maddie had both wanted kids, but he'd wanted to make sure Freddy's was running smoothly first, and they'd made a decision in mid '86 that it could be time to start seriously trying for kids, and finally here they were.

1987 was a good year for Freddy's at first. Business was still booming, the Spring Bonnie animatronic was getting closer to being show ready again, and Fred finally got the cheesy TV ads he wanted airing. The local news station even ran a whole half hour special about Freddy's that featured Fred and Pierce (by this point Pierce and Fred hardly needed to have full coherent conversations about what kind of show changes they needed, both kind of picking up what the other meant when it came to certain things. Pierce wasn't well liked by the other Freddy's employees, but Fred and him were close as hell and for the most part Fred kept Pierce from pissing people off at work more).

And the Fazbear baby turned out to be Fazbear babies- Fred and Maddie found out they were expecting twins. Fred didn't think he could be happier. A hell of a lot of planning went into the nursery for the boys, as they learned they'd be, as well as Fred getting Freddy's themed stuff made for both of them. They decided on names long before the twins were born- Frederick Jr and Franklin. Maddie didn't mind that both her husband kind of took over naming.

And then August 1987 happened, and just when Fred didn't think life could get any better, he had to tell his mechanic that Foxy was being decommissioned. The conversation didn't go well, and Fred would later agonize over how he should have handled it. And how he should have waited until he was less stressed and sleep deprived. He knew that his decisions and how he'd worded things basically ended the close friendship he had with Pierce, but he didn't know how badly he'd ruined it until...

November 13th, 1987.

The bite of '87.

That horrifying, wordless scream from Finnegan O'Malley.

The screams from the other kids, ones he saw on the ground clutching their heads in a pain that looked... Familiar.

He had no idea if Pierce orchestrated the bite, but he damn well knew that the other kids in pain- that was Pierce. That was that power. And he lashed out with everything he had to the point he scared himself. And in a moment of clarity he knew that he had to do something to save Finn, and used his power for that.

Pierce and Spring Bonnie disappeared.

6 kids in Spring Valley suddenly had new features that no one could explain. Doctors were uncertain if Finn would even survive, but he pulled through. The accident cost him his memory, they said.

Fred paid all of their hospital bills off. Told the O'Malleys if they ever needed anything, they could call him. Got questioned six ways to Sunday by cops just trying to figure out what had happened, if this was an accident or foul play. Tried not to think about the blood stains on the stage, found the ones in Parts and Services though. Stopped by the main stage on his way out again and noticed, for the first time, the loose board. Right where Foxy's foot path was. Saw the animatronic in his head fail to correct as it hit the uneven surface and fall.

The bite had been an accident, but the other 5 kids had not.

Freddy's officially closed by the end of the year. He kept his night guard on until he could move everything into storage, and kept getting told that the Toy animatronics and Foxy acted "weird". Too human. Confused. Had to play off that he didn't know why.

The Fazbear family moved across town, and for the first few years of the twins lives, Freddy's was only a fun fairy tale their father told them about to get them to go to sleep. Fred hated that he'd had to close, and he wanted so much to open it again.

So in 1990, he started planning the 3rd place.

Maddie said it was a bad idea, but that she would continue to support him.

Ben also had his doubts, but promised to still come back.

Everyone else he tried to bring back hung up on him. Jeremy was silent for a good minute on his phone call from Fred, and finally said he'd recommend another guard he knew. Jeremy had been in therapy since then, convinced the bite was his fault since he was supposed to make sure no one got hurt.

Fred reused the unconnected animatronics for the new place, but all of the existing ones were kept in the building anyways. For parts, he told the new mechanic (Fritz Smith, who was a somewhat nervous fellow). Not that Fred would let anyone touch the Toy animatronics to be used as parts.

Opening day for this third iteration of Freddy's was sad compared to the grandeur of the previous place. People knew about the bite and felt it in poor taste that another place was opening so soon.

It never quite hit the same level of popularity, and as business dwindled, Fred got more and more ... Not himself. Fritz oftentimes didn't have the expertise to work with the dozens of fixes that Pierce had made to the animatronics, either because there were no instructions on what exactly they did or just because they made no sense to anyone but Pierce. When Fritz would ask if Fred could please just call the guy up for clarity (Fritz was not from Spring Valley and had only just moved there so he didn't know about Pierce), Fred would just give him a look.

The turnover rate for employees was often high, the place understaffed, although it was still magical for his twin sons. Maddie is would often tell him, gently, that it might be better to close. Out of a stubborn sense of pride, Fred never did.

Then on August 8th of 1993, his kids were affected by another event. It was like '87 all over again, minus the bite, and Fred only caught a glimpse of his former mechanic in the back of the building before he made the better decision to check on his kids. It was a threat, he knew. Pierce could still find him and would do anything to get back at him.

At the hospital, Maddie pulled him aside and told him that she was furious. That this was the last straw, and if he ever reopened Freddy's again, she'd leave with the boys. He didn't doubt she would.

He paid off the bills for the other two kids affected, and Freddy's closed down, this time permanently.

Fred quietly paid off the entire property so that it wouldn't be demolished without his permission. He couldn't put the animatronics back in storage. He did put heavy locks on the doors and boarded up the place to try and discourage people from getting inside.

They moved again, this time to a somewhat cramped house where the twins would have to share a room. They didn't complain, excited to have a bunk bed at last.

Despite the setbacks, the Fazbear family still had enough money that Fred didn't need to go back to work immediately, and he tried to make things work smoothly as a family. For almost two years after the incident, the family was happy. Just after Fred finally found a job elsewhere (Ben managed to get him a job as a manager at some local place), some new tragedy happened.

Maddie called his work desperate, telling him that Frankie had quite suddenly and painfully lost his voice and they were at the ER, and could he please meet them there. He promised he would and left work in a hurry. Except he ended up driving home instead. Leaving Maddie a note.

'I'm sorry. Give me some time.'

And with some kind of determination, he headed to his former 3rd business.

The place was beginning to show signs of disrepair, plants growing through cracked cement. As he thought, the chain across the main door had been cut with bolt cutters and he knew without a doubt who had been there.

So he was going to leave a message.

He found the spare Freddy he'd had made for this place as a just in case. Set it up, made sure it could run properly. Considering he'd last even done small maintenance back in the early '80s, he didn't know for sure that what he was even doing was working. But it seemed to work enough.

Pierce had told him that things that affected an animatronic connected to someone affected the human in a similar way. It's how Pierce had found issues with the machines. Connect yourself to them, the problem spot on the machine will be a little bit of a painful spot. Then just work in that area and you could find the issue. Worked great with animatronics because they were very much oriented like humans.

Pierce had also taught him a trick. If you bound yourself to an animatronic and didn't let the bind affect you physically, you could essentially program it to do something that it normally might not be able to. It was less useful for repairs and more useful as a fun joke (Pierce had many times made it so some animatronic would not physically stop trying to find Fred for a hug, and in return as Fred had gotten better at it himself he'd sent animatronics to Pierce with notes like 'hello jackass' or 'you're shoe is untied').

This would not be a fun joke. If Pierce was going to send a message that his kids weren't safe, then he was going to make sure Pierce knew he wasn't going to just sit back and let the man intimidate him.

So he bound himself to the spare Freddy with one goal in mind. Keep Pierce away, by any means necessary. It was a strong order for this type of connection, one that kind of pushed the boundary of what it could do, and while Fred didn't gain any features from the bind, he watched with a morbid curiosity as the suit pieces shifted to a dark purple.

Shadow Freddy was now protecting all the animatronics from Pierce.

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