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shellshooked · 1 year
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indiavolowetrust · 4 years
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Carajillo
SUMMARY:  Some things are truly set in stone. After the tension arises in the Devildom and Celestial Realm, the human is called back to attend a summit.
CHAPTER 1
january 14th, 12:04 p.m.
It is said that the taste of carajillo is unforgettable. Deeper than the blackest night, warmer than a summer’s day, and sweeter than the parting kiss of a lover. It is a flavor that bears the complexity and care of its roasting methods, one that carries the true spirit of its creators. It is a drink that eases the stomach, expresses the graciousness of the host, and kisses the lips of its bearer with a gentle, budding warmth, much as one would expect from an old lover. To take the first sip of carajillo is to begin a love affair, it is said. To subject oneself to a lifetime of yearning for its taste.
Not that I would know. I can’t recall ever having tasted the drink, much less the last time I’ve craved coffee. While there is the appeal of liqueur or whiskey in the drink, the thought of wasting perfectly good liquor is discouraging.
The carriage jostles slightly as it passes over a hole in the road, forcing me out of my thoughts, and my hands move quickly to prevent my bag from dropping to the floor. Thankfully, the demonic coachman manages to right the path of the carriage before it can topple over, navigating it around what must be more rugged areas of the road, and it is only moments before the carriage moves smoothly once more. Still, with the windows of the carriage draped in dark, heavy curtains, it is impossible to tell the exact state of our position. I wait a minute or so before I finally release the bag from my grip, settling it back into its place on my lap.
I sigh. For all of Lord Diavolo’s eccentricities and efforts to connect to human culture and technology, it seems that some things about the Devildom are truly set in stone. Then again, I should expect nothing less from immortal beings. Lord Diavolo had already decreed that most, if not all, demons were to be educated regarding the finer details of the human world and the Celestial realm via mimicry of the human school system. An effort to encourage relations. He had already implemented the use of electricity into his cities and other modern comforts into his provinces, completely overriding the comfort of familiarity that most demons carried for the old ways. The nature of his lands had been transformed nearly overnight after he had been given the authority to act as the regent. It would only be natural for the demons to cling onto the vestiges of their former ways.
But it would be nice if they at least kept up with the roads, I think to myself, trying to ignore the constant sway of the carriage. My stomach lurches. Good thing I forgot to eat this morning.
The carriage jolts again, stopping abruptly, and I only have a moment to protect my bag before I crash unceremoniously into the seat in front of me.
“We’re here, miss!” the coachman calls from outside of the carriage. The carriage creaks, and I feel the coachman jumping down from his position. “Would you like a hand with the rest of your bags?”
I shakily push myself away from the seat cushion. “No, I -- I think I’m alright,” I mumble, putting a hand to the side of my head. It throbs slightly from the impact. “There should be someone waiting for me. Is anyone out there yet?”
“None that I can see, miss,” says the coachman. The door swings open easily, revealing the winged figure of the coachman, and I do my best to look as if I hadn’t just crashed into the front seat of the carriage. He arches a brow. “I think it would be best if I helped. Wouldn’t be too gentleman-like if I left a little thing like you in the dust.”
I wave my hand in dismissal. “It’s fine, really. I’m not as weak as I look.”
“Is that so?”
In the end, it is the demonic coachman that carries most of my bags from the back of the carriage. I had grunted with effort after hauling one of the lighter suitcases onto the ground, my body nearly giving up under its weight, and  the coachman had insisted on taking care of the rest. I had tried again, of course. My legs had trembled as the suitcase wobbled precariously in my arms, the strain of the work evident on my features -- and then the coachman had taken the bag from me, balancing it on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
That was the end of that.
“You got any business with the lord?” he asks, squinting at the dark, spiraling castle in front of us. Its sheer size seems to nearly devour the land before it. “His lordship gets his visitors here and there, but I didn’t think he’d ask for an audience with just one person. You must be an important little lady, huh?”
“You could say that,” I say, a sheepish look coming over my features. “I’m here for the summit.”
His eyes widen at that. “Oh! You must be that human, then.”
“That human?”
“The one everyone’s talking about,” he repeats, nodding. He scrutinizes me with interest, cocking his head slightly. “Didn’t think you’d be a kid, though.”
I feel an indignant heat rise to my cheeks, my mouth opening to speak, but the coachman merely cuts me off with a wave of his hand. A teasing grin spreads over his features as he takes all three of my bags over his shoulder, holding them in place with an inhuman strength. He juts a chin towards Lord Diavolo’s castle.
“Where are my manners?” he jests. “If you’ll carry that little bag of yours, I’ll take the rest of these up there for you. Free of charge, little lady.”
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Lord Diavolo’s castle looms over me when I finally reach its doors, its spiraling towers disappearing into the expanse of the dark sky. The gates had opened before me as if they were a gaping maw, the courtyard nearly akin to the belly of a great beast -- and yet I feel nothing short of nostalgia. I can almost picture Beel wandering through the halls for a midnight snack, the gluttonous demon’s hand pressed over his stomach in an effort to quiet it. My eyes catch on one of the castle’s balconies, the small overhang jutting out over the surrounding forest, and I can imagine Lucifer throwing a fiery pillow just within the confines of the room. Each second of protecting Belphie and travelling into the past is burned into my memory. Back then, I never would have thought that I would become a true ambassador for the human world. Back when I was only an exchange student, a crucial experiment in Lord Diavolo’s efforts, I would have never expected to represent the human world alongside Solomon.  
But times have changed. Years have passed since Lord Diavolo’s aggressive policies, the unrest amongst the demons inevitable. The Celestial Realm, forever stagnant, had not reacted as well as Lord Diavolo had hoped. If such unease were allowed to build between both factions, it would be inevitable for the human world to be caught in the crossfire.
Hence Lord Diavolo had requested for a summit between all three realms.
My chest heaves with exertion by the time I reach the great doors of the castle, my body unused to the strain of the journeying so far and so quickly. The coachman acknowledges the guards at the door with a small nod, strolling in as if the castle were nothing more than a local pub, and I weakly trail behind. Then the bags are placed at my feet with a definite thump, the coachman dusting off his hands.
“You could’ve asked me to just carry you the whole way, little lady,” he says, taking in my restrained breathing and flushed face. “Would’ve been a lot easier on you.”
I shake my head, trying to wave off his concern. “Oh no, it’s just been a while since I -- since I’ve had to travel so far,” I stammer between gasping breaths. “But I appreciate it.”
The coachman raises a brow. “For a human, you’re kinda --”
“I believe Lord Diavolo’s orders were not to burden the guests.”
The coachman turns towards the voice, searching the massive entrance hall -- and then the coachman positions himself into a low bow, face nearly perpendicular to the floor. I place a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breathing. Then the sound of deliberate, tapping footsteps echoes throughout the entrance hall, demanding my attention, and I take a moment out of my physical suffering to regard the source of the noise.
“If I remember correctly,” Barbatos monotones, looking upon the coachman with disapproval, “I believe that our servants were to be notified should one of our guests arrive. You are free to correct me if I am wrong.”
The coachman deepens his bow. “My apologies, Barbatos. I only thought it would be best for me to personally escort her.”
It only takes a moment for the coachman to take his leave from the entrance hall, the massive doors closing shut behind him. My heart has finally begun to calm itself, the fatigue from the exertion lessening little by little, but labored breaths still rack through my body. I smile in spite of it -- or perhaps because of it, given my difficulty to speak at the moment -- and gesture awkwardly in an attempt to explain my current state.
Barbatos greets me with a bow. “My Lady.”
“Ah, there’s -- there’s no need to call me that,” I stammer, flustered by the unexpected formality. “Just because I’m the human world’s representative now doesn’t mean I’m a noble.”
“It is appropriate for your position,” he responds, standing back to full height. Barbatos bears that familiar impassive expression on his face, his gaze unwavering -- but there also exists a ghost of a smile over his mouth, the ends of it just barely quirking upwards. “But I suppose I am not well-versed in the classes of human society. Is there another name you would prefer to be addressed by?”
“My name.”
Barbatos nods. “Lady Maria, then.”
“Something a little less formal than that,” I assert, crossing my arms. “If Lord Diavolo is so adamant on having his guests addressed in such a manner, I’m sure --”
“You’re sure that he won’t mind if you go directly to him and debate it over whatever human game you can come up with,” Barbatos finishes for me, his feigned impassivity flickering. He lets out a mock sigh, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders -- and then a more vulpine expression takes over his features, the facade crumbling away. “Difficult as always, I see. Time has done nothing to improve you.”
I can’t help but feel warm at the familiarity. It’s still him, after all these years.
“I could say the same.”
“The servants will take your things to your room,” he says, beginning to walk towards one of the many corridors connected to the entrance hall. I take a moment to look over my things, still holding my smaller bag. Contemplating the contents within. He casts a sidelong glance over his shoulder. “If you don’t want to be left behind, I would suggest you quicken your pace.”
CHAPTER 2
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jimlingss · 5 years
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[2/2] The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit]
 CO-WRITTEN WITH @dovechim
Read the spin-off: The Airport Couple: P[ass]enger from Hell
➜ Words: 12k
➜ Genres: Tooth-aching Fluff, Extreme Crack, Smut (dear lord), Pilot!AU
➜ Summary: Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 
➜ Warnings: handjob, cum all over face (and near the eye which is super dangerous), tons of sexual innuendos, unsafe behaviour on a plane (please don’t do this!! This is a work of fiction only, hence please use discretion if any of you happen to be pilots yourself!)
➜ Notes: this was written with the lovely Addie @dovechim, so if you liked this, please send a sweet message her way as well as mine!! we decided to bring Park Jimin’s potential road rage into the air...lol, also please don’t have sex on a plane if you’re navigating/driving it....anyways, enjoy!
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You’re stirred awake by the alarm you set on your phone just four hours ago, and you hurry to turn it off before anyone can complain. The pilot’s lounge is small, and from your position on the upper deck of the double decker bed, you can see a few sleeping bodies stir restlessly.   Your schedule says you have an international flight in just over two hours, so you force yourself to climb down as quietly as you can, making your way to the communal bathroom to make yourself presentable to the world. Right now you look like an exhausted witch who’s finally returned to her body after being god knows where, maybe asleep for ten decades.   On the way you are accosted by your fellow co pilot, and he has to shake you by the shoulders a few times to really wake you up.   “Hey, you checked today’s flight schedule right?” Namjoon says, repeating his question louder when you take a tad too long to answer him, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.   “Yes, yes…what kind of pilot do you think I am? Of course I checked it. I checked it before my nap.” You brush his hand away, almost losing your grip on your makeup bag in the process. “Let me go, I need to remember how to be awake again.”   “No, it’s been changed, you see,” Namjoon clarifies. “I was just notified of the change just an hour ago. Apparently there’s been some reshuffling, and we’re not doing today’s flight together anymore.”   The revelation really gives you a wake up call, and you open your eyes wide, scrambling for your phone to check if he’s right. But Namjoon spares you from it.   “You’re with Park now. I got pushed to the 2.15 flight to Bangkok tomorrow.” Namjoon finally releases his grip on you, giving you a look that you recognise as pity.   Oh god. Thinking that today’s flight would be an easy one as Namjoon’s co pilot, you hadn’t spent much time going through the flight plan like you normally would if you were with Jimin. Flying with Namjoon is an absolute pleasure. The man is so pleasant and nice to talk to, and the two of you often have philosophical discussions while 3000 feet in the air. He really makes the time fly by, literally and figuratively.   But Park Jimin… that man is a whole other story.   Now you can really feel the panic starting to set in, waking you up more effectively than any cup of coffee. In your entire team, everyone, including you, dreads having Park Jimin as a captain. It’s not that he’s incompetent or anything, it’s just his… less than graceful landings and his absolutely filthy mouth, which would have gotten him kicked off the team were he not so talented.   In other words, people say that Park Jimin has road rage. Or in this case, air rage.   Immediately thrown into a state of panic, you leave Namjoon in the hallway and rush through your bathroom routine, ignoring the buzzing in your back pocket in favour of making sure you get your makeup done in under five minutes flat.   You just manage to answer his third call as you step out of the bathrooms, and Park Jimin barks in your ear right away.   “Where are you? We need to review the flight data and fuel gauge. I just finished the aircraft check and—”   “Good morning to you too,” you grumble as your heels pinch your toes. “I just found out about the shuffle.”   “Aren’t you absolutely thrilled to be my co-pilot?” You can almost see Jimin’s gloat from this end of the line. “I think you really lucked out today. We haven’t done a flight together in… how long? I can’t believe I finally get to pilot a plane with my best friend.”   “I’m… um… thrilled of course,” you struggle to inject some enthusiasm into your voice.   Park Jimin himself is unaware that people call him the Angry Bird. Of course, you want to spare his feelings as much as possible by keeping it from him, but something tells you that your best friend’s ego is far too big to be deflated just like that. The man knows he’s talented, one of the best pilots in the team.   Your standard routine is to get a latte and a sandwich from the airport Starbucks since in-flight meals are absolutely revolting. Then, you’ll contact the scheduling department to confirm your flight check in before going through the standard security checks before doing exterior and cock-pit checks.   Jimin is already waiting at Starbucks with your drink and a paper bag, and you wonder if he even slept at all for this early morning flight, but you push those thoughts aside when you realise that he isn’t he isn’t alone. He seems to be talking to one of the air crew...or rather, flirting.   “You’re so funny, Jimin!” The head stewardess is giggling softly with a white-gloved hand covering her mouth as if she’s trying to be polite and hide her perfect teeth. Flight attendant uniforms are a lot prettier than your standard white shirt, black trouser duo. She’s wearing a royal blue blazer and pencil skirt that emphasizes her feminine figure perfectly, white shirt and a floral scarf tied into a bow around her neck.   Meanwhile, you’re stuck in this terrible dress pants and blouse. You’ve never looked good in pants, and let’s face it, dress pants only look good on men. Your blazer isn’t even fitted for heaven’s sake. You’re almost envious at how stunning she looks, attire hugging her hourglass body shape, yet retaining a classy vintage sort of aesthetic. Her dark hair is tucked into neat bun at the back of her head, a rosy hue staining her lips, wearing enough makeup to make you suspect that she has someone to impress.   “Am I?” Jimin laughs obnoxiously and you narrow your eyes at how picturesque they look next to each other, like the perfect couple to represent the airline’s advertisements. You resist the urge to frame them with your fingers just for the sake of it. “I didn’t think my story of accidentally flushing my pet goldfish down the toilet would be that funny. My brother was furious when he realised what happened to Sushi.”   The head stewardess brushes her hand on his arm, laughter still bubbling at her pretty lips. She’s practically salivating and drooling all over him. The flirting is hardcore and sickening to observe. “No, you just know how to make others laugh that’s all. You’re too sweet.”   “Why, thank you.” Jimin is practically beaming like the motherfucking sun from the praise and you roll your eyes, interrupting with a loud ‘ahem’, noisily like you’re choking on a chicken bone. Jimin turns and his brows raise, a bigger and more genuine grin spreading through his face. “______!”   “You’re here early,” you comment as you take your drink and sandwich from him, peeking into the bag to confirm that he bought you your favourite: tuna and egg mayo.   “I was up early to iron this,” Jimin beams as he puffs up his chest to show off his pilot’s uniform, consisting of a navy blue blazer and white dress shirt, and dress pants to match. He tugs on his tie a bit before smoothing it out with his hands. “Didn’t I iron it well? It took me almost two hours. And I even shined my shoes too!”   “It looks great, Jimin! You look so sharp and handsome,” the girl at his side almost coos, and it makes the coffee in your mouth turn bitter. She places an arm on his bicep to get Jimin’s attention even though it’s clear that his questions were directed at you, and Jimin glances at her for a brief second.   “Oh, ______, this is Yoonji. She’s flying with us later, and we just happened to run into each other just before you came.”   You give her a brief nod. Typically, you don’t really interact with the flight crew until an hour before departure, but you suppose that it wouldn’t hurt to get on more friendly terms with them. Jimin has bragged to you a million times about how he was able to get non-alcoholic champagne delivered to the cockpit just because he was close to a stewardess or two, on the rare occasion even snagging a first class meal of lobster tail.   But you prefer to keep to yourself even if it means having to scarf down a lunch of overcooked, dry beef lasagna. Something about the way she’s clinging on to Jimin’s arm and shooting him looks of adoration sets you on edge, and you give Jimin a nudge.   “We need to get through customs. How did you already review the flight plan?” You start to walk towards the departures area and Jimin tags along after saying a hasty goodbye. “That’s fast. I thought you only checked the revised schedule an hour ago.”   “Oh, I was finishing up another flight simulation when Namjoon texted me to tell me,” Jimin answers, checking his reflection in a passing surface. “So the hardworking me thought I might as well just call up the flight plan and get it done.”   You turn to frown at him. “Wait, another flight sim? Isn’t this your third one this week? Park, are you even sleeping anymore? You realise that you have a bed at home that needs to be used right?”   Jimin seems to be a little embarrassed to be called out like this, as he rubs the back of his neck. “Yoongi assigned me a couple more. Said it was because I got several complaints about my landing last time.”   “Yoongi…? Isn’t that…the name of the flight stewardess just now?” Your first instinct is to jump to his defense. “And was it the early AM flight to Japan last week? Come on… I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”   You’re lying. Namjoon had been the one to co pilot that flight with him, and when he got back he’d told you that there was so much turbulence mid-flight that two passengers threw up, and another three had to request for medical attention for their migraines. And the weather had been perfectly fine. His landing had been rough as usual, even though he swears it’s because “the Narita airport has an uneven runway”.   Usually on flights with him you try to schedule it so that he does takeoffs and you do landings, but that sometimes it can’t be helped, the shifts don’t rotate that way. If Pilot Jimin has one flaw, it would be rough landings. Everything else he excels at, flight rage aside.   “No, no, that was Yoonji, this is Yoongi,” Jimin clarifies with a wave of his hands before sighing melodramatically. “And I know right? My flight hours must have doubled in the last month alone.”   Security check is sped up for air crew since you already know the process like the back of your hand, and you and Jimin are through to the airside and on your way to the plane to carry out the cockpit checks. On the way, you review all the information given, from the weather to the number of passengers and the other crew members working on the same flight. And after both you and Jimin work out the flight plan, you file with air traffic control.   That’s when your phone rings, right as you’re on your way to meet with the rest of the crew in the crew’s waiting lounge just before you board the plane.   The first thing you hear is cackling, so loud that it might as well been a blow horn in your ears. You wince, taking the mobile device off your ear and hoping your eardrums aren’t permanently damaged. Immediately, Jimin looks over with concern, but you don’t give him a chance to ask.   “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jin?” You speak sharply and the man continues with his shrill laughs on the other line.   “You’re co-piloting for Jimin?!” Seokjin is in absolute hysterics and you can only imagine his punchable face behind your eyelids. “Rest in peace, ______. I hope you survive and if not, I’ll leave a nice note in your obituary. The entire control tower is panicking right now, it’s hilarious.”   “What’s he saying?” Jimin invades your personal space, putting his face in front of yours to steal back your attention and also being too curious for his own good.   “Nothing. Just that he’s going to be our air traffic control officer and he’s excited since it’s you and he’ll have an easy time,” you manage to lie and Jimin stands straighter, a huge smile plastered across his cheeks, satisfied from the praise.   Jin continues laughing chaotically on the other-line. “Oh my god, you are so whipped for him. Why do you even bother trying to save his ego? Do you want some of his ass that bad? I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good fucking ass, plump like two giant pumpkins in a pumpkin patch, but damn dude, even my thirst wouldn’t let me lie that far—”   You close your eyes at the very descriptive imagery of your pilot’s ass. No, you can’t be thinking about Park Jimin’s ass right now, not when you’re about to be stuck in a cockpit with him for the next six hours, alone. Damn it, you really don’t need this right now.   “I know, right? Jimin's a great captain. He aced all the exams back in the academy and gave me a run for my money.” You give some awkward laughter and Jimin’s practically floating beside you, glowing like a flashlight from the compliments he hears coming out of your mouth. His pink cheeks looks like they’ll burst any second now. “Oh, the weather’s still good? That’s great! Not too cloudy either?”   “Look, all I’m saying is that Jimin’s got some...air rage and you seem to be the only one who makes it better. In all the flights I’ve done with him, I must say you have a special talent for containing the Park Rage. ” Jin barely composes himself and he mumbles something about his job. “If I had to guess, I’d think that you had some special way of calming him down, and what calms a man down faster than anything? A blowjob. Or just a simple handy really. Props to you for handling all that equipment so well, a joystick in one hand and-”   “KIM SEOKJIN!!!!!!” You yell out his name to stop him from his tirade, all too aware that Jimin could overhear him at any second. Your breath is coming in flustered pants and Jimin is staring at you in concern, even raising a hand to your forehead to check if you have a temperature. You bat his hand away hurriedly to keep some distance in between the two of you as you realise that Seokjin is still rambling. Something about not getting the controls wet…   “Seokjin, uh, we have to check in now so talk to you later! Bye!”   “-should maybe just swallow to save you the trouble- alright alright, just say safe, okay? That goes for the both of you. Good luck. And for the love of god, don’t crash the plane.”   “Wow, that’s some solid advice. Very good. I’ll have to write that down.”   Jimin is infamous everywhere he goes and at this point, every airport knows his name. But his turbulence really isn’t that bad. And you’re not just defending him because he’s your best friend and those are your obligated duties. Most passengers don’t mind that it’s a bumpy ride since he always gets to the destination half-an-hour faster. Sure, one time he accidentally left the intercom on the whole flight and everyone heard him cursing and swearing. But it isn’t that terrible.   “Ooh, what was all that about?” Your best friend’s eyes glimmer when you hang up the phone.   You frown. “What do you mean?”   “You and Seokjin….?” Jimin wiggles his brows up and down, even playfully nudging you. But even if he’s joking around, your heart is pierced. But like instead of Cupid aiming its bow at you, he’s stabbing you over and over again with an arrow. You can’t believe Jimin would even insinuate such a thing and be seemingly not affected at all. Goes to show his flirting means nothing.   It’s time to get your head out of the gutter.   “Oh god, no.” You shake your head. “No, not at all.”   “That’s some passionate denial,” he muses.   “What about you and the head stewardess?” You raise your own brows, clearing your throat and stealing a glance at him. “Planning to get it on with her? In all honesty, she’s hot. Even I’d smash that, so….”   “You mean Yoonji?” Jimin’s lips are pouty and he shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno know. I don’t even know where I’d take her.”   “You can’t take her anywhere,” you snort before nudging him this time. “How can you take her on a date if you can’t even drive a car.” It’s ironic, really. Park Jimin can drive a plane, but not a motorized vehicle. You’ll never stop giving him shit for it.   One time, you tried to take it upon yourself and teach him how to drive. All you remember about that day is a barrage of swearing, Jimin’s fists pounding against the horn, and a few near miss altercations. After that day, you had to replace the battery for your car’s horn, and designate yourself to be his driver for the rest of your life.   “Heyyyy, we can always take the bus.” He nudges you back, making you stumble on your feet as squeaky giggles stream from his mouth. “You wouldn't mind taking the bus with me.”   “You’re right, I wouldn’t,” you mutter bitterly, the singleness of your life suddenly hitting you hard. Maybe Jin’s right. Maybe you are too whipped for your friend. Somehow, you suspect Jimin’s innocent smiles and whiny, clingy personality that plagued you for all these years was a tactic to lock you down and keeping you single forever, pinning after something that can never be achieved.   Of course. The bastard would do something like that.   You really need to go on a date soon….or at least get a decent dicking.   “You’re frowning again.” He pokes the scrunch between your brows and you flinch. Jimin laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder, patronizing you as if you were his younger sibling. “Y’know, I still haven’t gotten my thank you yet. I had to stand in a ten minute line to get your favourite sandwich and I even got your favourite coffee. I remembered how many sugars and creams. Tell me I did a good job.”   Sometimes, you’re baffled at how shameless he is.   “You did a good job,” you state impassively, not even hesitating or bothering to make eye contact with him before taking another sip of your drink.   Jimin’s arm suddenly tightens around your neck, making you choke on your coffee and wheeze. He pulls you closer, lips pursed in a tight-line. “I’d more genuine about that, ______,” he whispers lowly in your ear.   Immediately, you pull him off of you, gaining some distance and making it easier to breathe. And it’s not because of the near choke hold he had with his biceps around your neck. Your thumb shoots up, a twitching grin lifting on your cheeks, and you inhale. “Wow~ you can stand in a line for ten minutes?! Amazing! You are the strongest. The mightiest. Park Jimin, everybody. You are my biggest role model. I can’t believe you even paid for me?! What a kind hearted man. Truly. The. Best!”   Jimin laughs so hard he folds his entire body in half. “That’s not what I mean!” Despite getting embarrassed from your excessive, exaggerated praise and the people around who shoot you two odd looks, you can tell the little shit loves every second of your attention.   “C’mon, hurry up.” You tug on his sleeve, dragging him away with your own smile on your face. “Everyone’s waiting for us. We’re going to be late.”   As much as Jimin fucks around, what surprises you the most is how serious he can be about his job. It nearly gives you whiplash at the change in personality. From boyish and aggravatingly annoying to being professional and stern.   Times like these, you remember why you don’t run for the hills whenever he’s around.   Even though you’ve all signed the flight release forms about a thousand times, Jimin still takes the time to read through every word before inking his name at the bottom. And when it’s time to meet the rest of the crew, he greets every single one of them by name, making them feel at ease with his lame jokes. Jimin truly is the mood maker of your team.   “Ready for the cock-pit check, co captain?” Jimin shoots you a grin as he pauses at the doorway of the plane, making a grand sweeping gesture as he bows his head. “Ladies first.”   “Didn’t think you’d pass up on a chance for an innuendo there,” you give him a wry smile as you make your way into the cockpit, retrieving the flight log and preparing to go through it and make sure that any required inspections and repairs to the aircraft have been duly carried out.   “If you wanted to inspect my cock, you could have just said so,” Jimin grins from ear to ear, as if he was just waiting for you to bring it up. He seats himself in the pilot’s position, going through the controls and making sure everything is in working order.   You let out a loud groan in response, rolling your eyes at him. “And there goes my last shred of respect for you.”   The two of you work in silence for a moment, like a well oiled machine as Jimin goes through the position and the operation of the plane’s systems before recording them meticulously onto the flight log that you pass to him. He inspects your work with a thorough glance before signing at the bottom, and you move on to contacting the control tower for a weather update.   “This is KR130 to control tower. KR130 departing from Incheon, Seoul, destination Hong Kong. Estimated departure time is 11.40AM, flight duration 4 hours. Requesting pre departure weather report.”   “Control tower to KR130,” Seokjin radios back. “Weather report is slightly cloudy, wind speed is…. Ah you know what, I’m lazy to read this all out. I’ve sent it to your printer and you can read it yourself.”   You make sure the radio is off before asking yourself why you even bother radioing him if he’s just going to send you all the information by bluetooth to your in-flight printer anyway. The printer sputters to life behind you, and you spin around on your chair to grab the stacks of papers it spits out to review while Jimin is doing the external walk around to examine the body of the plane.   This is another reason why you’ve harboured a secret crush on Jimin for this long — he is considerate beyond belief. By doing most of the external checks, he saves you from having to go out into the cold and brave the winds in your heels.   When he returns, his cheeks are red and his nose is pink, his hair windswept as he rubs his hands together rapidly. You have to physically stop yourself from reaching over to pinch his cheeks and rub them in between your own hands, instead you have to keep your thoughts about how cute he looks like this to yourself.   “Weather report done?” Jimin blows into his clasped hands as he takes his seat again.   “Done, passenger count done too. The plane should be boarding right about now,” you check the time on your watch. Everything seems to be set so far. The check-lists are finished, the inspection for emergency equipment, electrical circuit breakers and the departure briefing has been completed as well.   “Hmm, well we’re done with the pre flight checks, wanna go greet the passengers?” Jimin adjusts a few more levers and switches before turning to you. His eyes are sparkling with excitement and you know interacting with travelers was one of Jimin’s favourite parts about the job. You don’t mind it either since it was always interesting to see where everyone was going and for what reason. Often times, you’d like to play games inside your head, guessing if they are traveling for work or personal reasons, or maybe something crazy like a husband running off on a rendezvous with his mistress who’s actually a private investigator hired by the wife.   Things get wild in your mind sometimes.   “Alright, let’s go.”   When you both leave the cockpit, a few first-class passengers have already boarded and Yoonji, the head stewardess is standing with her hands folded together, pretty smile placed on her lips. As passengers enter, she bows from her waist and Jimin nods with his hands behind his back. “Welcome to Asiana Airlines! We hope you enjoy the flight!”   “Hello!” Yoonji is so pretty, you can’t stop staring at her. She has clear skin, a perfectly oval face, long lashes, pink cheeks, bright eyes — you think you might actually be falling in love with her. It’s no wonder Jimin’s so smitten with the woman; the one peek she steals at your partner in crime, the shy smile she gives, it has you swooning. “Hello! Good afternoon! Welcome to Asiana Airlines!”   The trance you’re in is shattered when Jimin roughly nudges you. “______.” He smiles when he finally has your full attention again. “You never told me what you thought about my ironed uniform. See? I ironed it. It took a lot of work!”   “Yes, yes,” you mutter to appease him. “It’s very well done.”   “And I packed really well too! TSA didn’t stop me this time. Did you notice?”   You’re not sure why he’s being embarrassing directly in front of other people like this. Usually he would bring his attention-starved puppy nature in private, gloat at your praise when it’s just the two of you. You’re about to shove him to the ground, but Yoonji turns around instead with a small giggle.   “You’re really cute, Jimin,” she says with a blazing smile.   That little shit. Was he really using you to get a compliment from another girl instead?! The audacity!   You’re about to give him a piece of his mind, struck with hurt that you were used in such a way, but then Jimin quirks his head to the side, giving the stewardess the most blank expression. “I was asking ______, not you.”   She blinks. You whirl your head towards him, brows furrowing, wholly confused. The head stewardess opens her mouth, maybe to apologize for interrupting your private conversation, but then someone staggers onto the plane, pushing up her little reading spectacles and croaking out, “Excuse me, dear. Could I get some help?”   “Certainly.” Yoongi steps towards her and helps with the old woman’s luggage.   “Oh, thank you. I just can’t seem to find where my seat number is on this ticket. They ought to have it bigger, at least for people like me.”   “Let’s see here. You’re in 27C. Let me help you!” The head stewardess kindly leads the old woman down the aisle, swiftly avoiding other passengers who are getting settled and putting the baggage in the overhead bins. When she’s out of earshot distance, you spin towards your captain with a scowl and a harsh whisper.   “What was all that about?”   He’s unfazed, batting his lashes innocently. “What do you mean?”   “I mean you were kind of a jerk just now,” you sigh out with arms crossed. “You were a blatant rude asshole and it came out of nowhere.”   “Would you rather me be nice to her then?” Jimin raises his brows, eyeing you carefully. “You want me to flirt with her?”   “I-....I mean...I...” You’re stuttering like a damn fool and it takes a deep breath before you get a grip on yourself. “I don’t want you to be a douchebag. Did you get a stroke, dude? Aren’t you trying to win a date with her?”   “I never said that. Not once. You said that, but never me.” There’s a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Frankly, I don’t want to win a date with anyone, but you.”   “Oh my god.” You roll your eyes to the back of your skull. “Don’t even, Park. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here. For once, can you just not be yourself?”   Jimin laughs and you decide it’s better to ignore him. Passengers come filing through the door, greeting you with anticipating and nervous smiles. You greet them one by one, wishing them a good flight. But it still doesn’t stop Jimin from being an ass and purposely enjoying how he gets onto your nerves. When you tell someone you like their hair, he asks you what you think of his hair. You’d sucker punch him in the gut to get him to stop, but you’d rather not get filmed and go viral on YouTube with a viral clickbait title: ‘PILOTS FIGHT TO DEATH (GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL) POLICE 9-11 CALLED!’   As you’re trying to peel a clingy Jimin off your side and try your best to disregard his annoying behaviour, another person captures your attention, or rather, the cutest goddamn child you’ve ever seen.   The four-year old has a massive Mickey Mouse backpack that’s bigger than his entire torso, larger than his vibrant green overalls and hanging on his shoulders. His black hair is ruffled and sticking up like he hasn’t run a comb through it since yesterday. Yet, despite appearing like he just woke up from a nap, his large eyes are alert, wide and bright. He runs onto the plane and looks in every single direction like a hyperactive hyena ready to run wild. “Hi!”   You lean down with a tiny smile. “Hello there…”   Deep down inside you pity the stewardesses- they’re going to have a lot on their hands for this flight. As for you, the soundproof, access denied cockpit is the main reason why you can coo over this cute little tyrant.   “Is this the plane?!” He’s leaning back to look at the two of you, grinning and amazed as if you’re the biggest heroes in the world.   “You bet it is, bud.” Jimin smiles, amused with the child and having his heart strings tugged. As many rude and irritated passengers that you get, once in a wild even getting an unruly one that needs to be removed, there were some travelers that make up for the bad ones.   “This is so cool!” The child hops both feet like a rabbit on a sugar-high. His hair flops as he jumps. “Does this plane shoot guns?!”   “I wish.” Jimin’s brows furrow slightly in disappointment, though his lips remain upturned “But unfortunately, this isn’t a fighter jet. We’re just a normal commercial plane.”   Thank god. You can’t even begin to imagine what would happen if Jimin had access to deadly arsenals in the air. He might just open fire on the unfortunate bird who decided to cross his flight path.   “What’s there?” The kid leans over, looking between your legs towards the door.   “It’s my cock……..—pit.” Jimin adds on the last syllable a few seconds later and he has a sheepish smile when you glare at him. “It’s where we sit and drive the plane.”   The boy hums and nods rapidly, almost breaking his neck doing so. Then his irises glitter as he gazes up at you. “Can I drive the plane?”   “You need a licence.” You try to let him down gently, scared of disappointing him. “Give it a few years and with some hard work, maybe you can one day!”   He doesn’t seem that broken-hearted over the news and moves onto his next curious question, so straightforward that it nearly gives you whiplash. “What happens if we fall in the sky?”   “Uh, hopefully that won’t happen.”   “Don’t worry.” Jimin’s hand lifts and he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly while gazing softly at your profile. “If it does, I’ll catch you.”   You turn to him with yet another look, unable to discern whether he means you or the kid, but this time you can’t help the tiny smile that graces your features. “We’ll burn and crash together, idiot.”   “Hoseok!” The child’s parents finally appear, lugging all their belongings with them. You suppose it must be a family vacation and it seems like the mom needs it. She appears exhausted and you’re sympathetic. “I’m sorry, he’s such a handful.”   “Not at all. We’re happy to have him onboard!” And you really mean it. You haven’t seen such an eager passenger in a long while.   “This is the first time he’s been on a plane,” his father says and takes Hoseok’s hand while two duffle bags are piled on his shoulders.   “Really?” Jimin squats down. “Well guess you’re in for a real surprise, buddy. It’s going to be great!”   With Jimin as captain, it’ll be more like a roller coaster. But they don’t need to know that.   The two parents wave goodbye, expressing their gratitude for taking the time to indulge in their son’s curiosity. Hoseok waves as well, shouting a shrill ‘see you later’ that has first-class passengers glaring. You watch as they walk down the aisle towards economy class and Jimin gets back on his feet, glancing at your profile before leaning over and whispering in your ear, “You like children?”   “The cute ones,” you muse with a shrug.   “Well, if you ever want a kid, I can help you with that…” Jimin peeks at you slyly, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards when his pupils glance at your pink lips. “....just make sure you don’t accidentally swallow it.”   “Jimin!” Your face heats up immediately at his implication and he relishes in your expression.   “Our kid would be cute, right?” Jimin has a cheeky smile. “You gotta admit, they’d be one beautiful baby.”   It’s harder and harder to brush him off, and you’re at a loss for words. Just the thought of being in that position, on your knees sucking him off makes it harder to breathe, and it’s not the stale recycled air of the plane that’s affecting you. You have no idea whether he’s joking or not, but he’s never been this direct before. You don’t want to shut him down for fear of him simply laughing at you and telling you to lighten up, so instead of answering you turn away from him and head toward the safety of the cockpit to prepare for takeoff.   Once inside the cockpit, you know you’re saved because of the sterile cockpit rules that allow only essential communication between pilot and co-pilot. It only lasts till the plane reaches an altitude of 10,000 feet, but at this point you can’t exactly put a wall between you and Jimin, so that’ll have to do for now.   “KR130 to Control Tower, permission to begin taxi,” you say into the radio after you seat yourself on Jimin’s right hand.   “Permission granted, begin taxi toward runway 12,” Seokjin’s reply comes back over the air.   With clearance from air traffic, you reach for the plane’s intercom and flick it on. “Good morning, this is your co-pilot ______ speaking. A very warm welcome to Asiana Airlines, this is flight KR130 from Seoul, Incheon to Hong Kong, and we thank you for flying with us today. Our flight this morning is an estimated four hours, and we are currently second in line for take-off. We ask that you kindly remain in your seats with the seatbelts fastened, with your seats and the table tray in upright position and secure all baggage in the overhead compartments. Smoking is strictly prohibited aboard this aircraft. Thank you for choosing Asiana Airlines and enjoy your flight.”   Jimin flicks a few switches to fire up the engines and double checks the critical airspeed as the plane slowly rumbles into a slow amble toward the active runway. It continues to taxi for a few minutes till the signal for takeoff crackles over the radio.   On Seokjin’s cue, you flick on the intercom again. “Cabin crew please arm doors and cross check.”   “Cross check complete,” Yoonji replies.   “Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff,” you impart your final instructions over the intercom as Jimin begins to rev up the engines and the plane roars to life.   The initial thrust of the plane sends a thrill singing through your veins as the whirr of the engines sound in your ears. The plane begins to pick up speed, and you keep an eye on the speed gauge in order to alert Jimin when the critical airspeed is reached.   “V1,” you alert him when the plane’s speed reaches the critical value in which the take-off must be performed, and Jimin barely acknowledges you with a nod. Shortly after, you alert him again, “VR.”   That’s when he starts to lift the plane’s nose into the air, and the rest of its body follows as it glides into the air seamlessly. You feel the lift of the plane in the pit of your stomach as you monitor the altitude, retracting the flaps and wheels once you reach 400ft.   You work in silence for a moment, busying yourself with after-take off and climb checklists while Jimin mans the helm, occasionally communicating with air traffic control and monitoring the atmospheric pressure, making changes should there be a need to. Once the aircraft reaches above an altitude of 10,000 feet, Jimin switches over onto autopilot, reaching over to your side to flick on the intercom, his hands dangerously near your thighs.   “Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” he says into the intercom with a charming smile that resonates in the smooth lilt of his voice. “This is your very handsome captain Park Jimin speaking. I’m pleased to welcome you aboard flight KR130, we are currently cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles an hour. The current local time is 11:53AM, the weather looks good and with the current tailwind on our side we are looking to reach Hong Kong an estimated 15 minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around in about twenty minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight.”   You’ve always admired the professional ease with which Park Jimin does his announcements. His voice over the airwaves sounds absolutely melodic and entirely at ease, and the look on his face tells you that it’s one of his favourite parts about flying as well. Unlike you, announcements come easily to him, the words just flow from his lips and he doesn’t seem the least bit nervous at all.   Focusing your attention straight ahead to keep yourself from ruminating over the side profile of his pouty lips, you hope and pray for this flight to go by quickly.   “Jimin, it looks like there are some dark clouds ahead,” you caution him, frowning as you cross check Seokjin’s weather report once more.   Jimin notices the clouds too, and he begins to swear under his breath, and that’s when it all begins. Park Jimin’s famous air rage.   “Fucking Kim Seokjin, sunny weather and slight wind? What kind of idiot does he think I am? All those flight plans gone to waste...” He mutters to himself as he begins to make calculations and calibrations to alter the flight path, keeping an eye on the atmospheric pressure at the same time. “At this rate he should be a weatherman instead, that way he’ll at least have a fucking reason to be wrong all the time!!!”   You are working furiously to support his calibrations, attempting to radio back to the control tower to get an update on the weather.   Jimin grunts under his breath as he tosses the report aside. “Forget it, it’s fucking useless. KIM SEOKJIN YOU PIECE OF SHIT, MOVE THOSE FUCKING CLOUDS NOW OR ELSE!!!!”   Make no doubt about it, Park Jimin may seem like a cute angel who can do no evil, but catch him in a mood like this… He is practically roaring in that tiny little cockpit, so much so that you even wince a little at how loud he gets.   “Jimin,” you caution him. “It’s just the weather, you know control tower can’t do anything about that-”   That’s when you notice the red light of the intercom still flickering, and you gasp, diving toward it to switch it off immediately. Jimin whips his head around to stare at you when he hears your gasp, raising an eyebrow in question, anticipating some sort of problem. 
“No, no, everything’s fine,” you wave a hand at him. “It’s just um… you forgot to turn off the intercom.”   And that unleashes a whole litany of curses once more, after he makes sure the intercom button is securely turned off, that is. Your temples are throbbing, imagining the uproar that must be occurring in the cabins right about now.   Kim Seokjin is going to have a field day when he hears about this. You can already hear his window wiper laughter in your mind. And when you close your eyes you can see the stack of reports waiting to be written about this incident, all courtesy of Mr Park Jimin of course.   “Fuck. these. birds!”   “What did birds ever do to you?” You’re slightly amused at how cute and small Jimin is when he’s been reduced to a ball of anger, and another part of you has accepted that this is who he is. He’s still a good pilot...with only a quirk or two.   “Exist,” he spits out. “And get in my way.”   The worst thing that could happen is if he busted a vein at his temple or got a heart attack from high-blood pressure, so you try to placate him. “Calm down, Jimin.”   “Don’t tell me to calm down,” he huffs out and shoots you a glare, caught up in his fury to act rationally. “You act as if I’m unreasonably angry.”   Trying to reason him is like trying to use logic with a child. “Well, maybe because you are unreasonably angry.”   There’s a moment of silence. You heave a sigh of relief, happy that it’s over. It’s not like you like arguing with your best friend and it’s not like you bicker often either. But then— “I am your captain. That’s no way to speak to me.”   “Excuse me?!” Your mouth drops and your brows shoot upwards, turning to look at the profile of his impassive face.   “We’re friends, but when we work together, I still have seniority over you,” Jimin says and the sudden cold tone shocks your system. “For one, you’re supposed to call me ‘sir’ and you do as I tell you.”   You scoff, unable to believe he’s redirecting his air rage onto you. “Or else what? What are you gonna do?”   “...I’ll throw you off this plane.”
“Oh my god.” It’s so outrageous, you feel steam coming out of your ears, your pressurized temper blowing off its cap. “That sounds like a fantastic idea! Just strap a parachute to my back and throw your co-pilot off this plane! The airline would fucking love that, wouldn’t they?!”   “Why can’t you agree with me on anything?!” Jimin’s frown deepens and his pitch increases in volume to match yours. “You don’t think these birds and fucking clouds are annoying as shit?!”   “These are petty issues, Jimin!” You throw your arms into the air. “It doesn’t even matter!”   “It does matter!” He’s screaming over you. “If you knew better, you would actually help me instead of trying to tell me to calm down which mind you does not help with the situation at all!”   “Well sorry for actually giving a shit and not wanting your pilot license to be taken away!”   The two of you bicker back and forth. This isn’t what either of you want, but maybe if you weren’t so caught up in it, you’d realize that something was off. “Why the fuck would it be taken away?! I’m the best goddamn pilot this airline has seen!”   “Yeah, but you’re swearing and screaming! What sane person would fly beside you?!”   Jimin barks out a chilling laugh before staring into your eyes. “You would!”   “Guess I’m not sane then! Guess you’re not the crazy one! I am!” It’s infuriating how you’ve become unhinged and lost all control of your emotions. Now you’re the raging one and it’s unsightly. “Is that what you’re trying to say?! Well, Sherlock, I’m not the one screaming at clouds and birds, alright?!”   “Goddammit, _____.” Jimin is as upset as you are and he sits back. “I wanted this to be perfect, okay?!”   You shake your head, yet another scoff coming from your mouth. “Why the fuck does that matter?!” He’s so utterly frustrating at the moment, you want to throttle him and throw him out the front window. You hate how he can get under your skin. You hate how this entire thing has spiraled out of hand. More importantly, you hate Jim—   “Because I wanted to impress you!”   “.....” There’s a second of complete silence. His crisp voice reverberates around the small cockpit, piercing through the white noise of the aircraft’s engine, and it echos into your mind. You are bewildered to say the least. “What?” Jimin sighs and runs a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back before his hands return to the controls. He swallows hard and continues looking straight ahead, avoiding your intense gaze. “I know you’ve been avoiding me. Why?”   “I have not!” Your defense is weak. “Don’t accuse me—”   “You think I’m that stupid, don’t you?! You think I’m blind? I heard from Namjoon and I saw the look on your face this morning!” He’s still angry and frustrated, but the hurt in his timbre is all too evident and even though you’re still supposed to be irritated with him, instead you feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. “You didn’t want to be my co-pilot!”   “T-that’s not true!”   “You’re a liar! You’ve been trying to switch every single time we have the same schedule together! Why?!” No matter how many times he’s thought about it, he can’t seem to work it out inside his mind. “Did I do something wrong?! Am I really that bad that you’re scared to be next to me?!”   “No! Fuck—”   Jimin finally turns to you. His dark locks flop back into place, brushing over his forehead in a disarray. His soft eyes gaze back into yours, his deep irises meeting yours. His plump lips part slightly, inhaling a slight breath. “Or is it because you finally realize you’re in love with me?!”   Shit.   “What the fuck—”   “You think I wouldn’t notice?! I felt you hold my hand when we were asleep on that trip to Barcelona!” Somehow, this fight has led to you being on the witness stand as Jimin questions you to death, pushing you into a corner to admit your crimes. One moment you’re both yelling at each other and the next, you find out that he’s been onto you for the past year. You’re still reeling, getting whiplash at how the exchange morphed so quickly. “And that time we were in Bangkok and I got food poisoning, you kissed me when you thought I was asleep!”   “I kissed your forehead!”   “So you admit it?!” This is humiliating. This is absolutely embarrassing and now you really wish you had taken that offer of being thrown off the plane when the opportunity was given. Maybe you can throw yourself off the plane instead. “You really think I wouldn’t know?! We’ve been friends for what? Nine years now?! I can read you like a book!”   “Oh really?!” You challenge him, still not backing down. “Then what am I thinking now?”   Jimin steals a glimpse of you before turning back to the open skies ahead. He has the biggest grin plastered over his chubby cheeks and you think it might break his goddamn face. “You’re in love with me!”   “Oh my god! Fine! I am in love with you, dumbass!” It’s out in the open. No more secrets. And admitting your feelings lights your face on fire. You’re sure you’re going to wake up screaming for the rest of your life about this nightmare of a conversation. “Happy now?!”   He lets out a ‘hmph’, like the cocky bastard that he is. “Very!”   “I’ve been trying to sort this shit out ever since I fucking caught feelings and now you’re stepping all over me for it?! You force me to confess just so you can get a free ego boost? Thanks, jerk!” The pair of you are so childish, it’s painful, but at this very moment, you don’t care. You’re just trying to hold yourself together, forcing yourself not to start crying out of shame. It’s frustrating because you can’t even storm off or leave him in the dust. You have a plane to fly. And you can’t imagine what the next four hours is going to be like. “I get it, okay?! You’re not interested! So, I’ll deal with this myself! You can fuck Yoonji in peace!”   “The hell, woman!” He whirls his neck over, frown gracing his features. “Have you heard anything that comes out of my mouth?! I never said I was fucking her!”   “You didn’t need to! She’s practically moaning when you look at her!”   “Fuck these fucking birds,” Jimin mumbles before turning to you once more. “Look, I’m in love with you too.”   “What?”   “Yeah and I have been for some time now—” He’s interrupted by some knocking on the door. Then, there’s the sound of someone punching the touchpad code in. In another moment, the head stewardess has her slight head peeking in, not to disturb the two of you.   “Um, is everything okay?” Yoonji asks with pouty lips and a concerned expression. “We heard some shouting.”   “Um, everything’s fine.” You smile at her, wondering how loud you both were to leak sound from the supposedly soundproof door. “Yeah, we had one or two…misunderstandings, that’s all.”   “Oh, okay.” She nods, put at ease with your reassurance. “Would you like some drinks?”   “Sure. I’ll...um...have some water.”   Jimin clears his throat and nods as well. “I’ll take a coffee.”   “Any creams or sugars?” The pretty stewardess has her hands folded together, scarf perfectly tied, eyes glistening as they pin onto the man beside you. She hangs onto every word of his.   “No, I’m fine. Actually...just one cream.”   “Okay.” It’s excruciatingly slow and awkward. It reminds you of when waitresses at restaurants come by to pour water and the conversation just completely dies as the both of you watch her. It feels like her movements are that of a turtle’s; she’s taking forever just to finish pouring and bringing your drinks over. “Here you go and here you go. Would you like anything else? Any meals or anything? We have peanut snacks and lightly-salted crackers. There’s also some chicken, beef, or vegetable rice available.”   “I think we’re okay for now, thank you.” Jimin is curt, brushing her off and not paying any mind when she’s straight on staring at him. The tension in the small space can be cut with a knife and you’re beginning to break a sweat from it.   “Alright.” She smiles meekly, preparing to leave and completely unaware of what was transpiring before she interrupted. “Just call me if you need anything.”   “Thanks.”   It’s deadly silent.   The conversation takes its time to sink into your skin. There’s a full ten minutes of you and Jimin purely focusing on driving the plane and flying safely through the clouds. He looks forward, trying to decrease the turbulence with the oncoming wind, and you keep your eyes trained outside the window. He only mutters every so often under his breath before taking sips of his coffee to calm himself down. Eventually, you can’t bare it anymore and you glance at him, clearing your throat. His ears perk at the sound and you brace yourself.   “That takeoff…….it was pretty smooth.”   “Thanks.”   “You did a good job.” You swallow hard. “And...uh….you dealt with the changes in the weather well.”   The corner of Jimin’s mouth twitches, threatening to spread into a smile. He muses how you know exactly where to hit his weakest spots. He can’t help but indulge in your compliments. “I know.”   “You’re a good pilot.” You capitalise on his number one weakness, unashamed to use it to your advantage. Jimin has always softened like putty in your hands every time you pay him a compliment. It wouldn’t hurt to lay it on thick. “You look really handsome in your pilot’s uniform, I can’t believe you ironed it so well.”   Jimin is full on fighting with himself not to just break out into a fit of giggles as he maintains a straight face. He glances over at you and casts his eyes down your body. “You look nice too. In that suit. Your… legs are nice.”   You almost spit out your water. Jimin isn’t the type to return compliments, usually he’s too busy basking in them, and although he does sound a little awkward, you can tell that he really means it. You’re at a loss for words because that means… that he’s actually taken notice of you? In this grubby little pantsuit?   Suddenly the atmosphere in the cockpit has changed. It’s no longer tense or charged with the weight of both your tempers, it now borders upon uncharted territory, and your mind feels as foggy as the sky outside. While Jimin has almost all of his attention on the route in front of him, trying to steer the plane through the worst of the turbulence, you can’t help but crave for more of his compliments.   Wait, when did the tables turn so suddenly?   “Wh-what about my legs?” You hazard a glance at him, and when Jimin looks over at you in confusion, you clear your throat. “You know, I was just thinking about how unequal this relationship is. I always give you the most detailed compliments, and you never return any of them.”   You can see Jimin visibly struggling to get his words out. His jaw is clenched and a muscle jumps in his cheek, and you can feel your breath catch in your chest. Finally, Jimin reaches over to hit the autopilot setting again and turns his gaze to you. And when he does, his gaze is absolutely predatory.   “That’s my bad then, how shall I begin to make it up to you?” Jimin swivels his chair so that he’s facing you, and you can see his knees spread outwards, drawing your gaze up to his crotch in those deliciously tight pants of his.   “What about my legs?” You purposely cross one leg over the other to draw his attention to them and you pretend to be disinterested when actually… you’re thinking of a way to get him to say that you have better legs than that beautiful bitch, Yoonji. “Most people usually use a scale for reference when they give compliments…”   And then your eyes slide over to the entrance of the cockpit, giving him an extra hint. Jimin follows your gaze and smirks to himself when he realises what you want. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t tease you for a bit first.   “Your legs are really long,” he starts off, running his eyes slowly down from your hips all the way to your toes. “And they’d look really good wrapped around my waist.”   Your breath hitches in your chest as your thighs clench involuntarily. Jimin’s eagle eyes catch the subtle movement and he raises an eyebrow. But you’re not letting him off the hook that easily. “What else?”   “I was also thinking of how they’d look like resting on my shoulders,” Jimin rubs his chin thoughtfully, licking his lips as he pretends to ponder. “And how my finger marks would look like on your inner thighs.”   He is infuriating. By now you can see from the smirk on Jimin’s face that he knows exactly what you want to hear. “And?”   Jimin makes a humming noise in the back of his throat, ever the tease. You decide that you need to up the stakes, and you lean over to rest your hand on his knee, fingers inching upwards ever so slowly. His muscles turn solid under your touch, and there is a sharp intake of breath. Jimin’s eyes are fixated on your fingers making the slow crawl up his inner thigh, towards the obvious tent in his pants, before you stop just short of making contact with it.   “And, what else,” you prompt him again.   Jimin’s fists are clenched, his knuckles white as he considers his options. He’s so rock hard in his pants right now, unbelievably turned on that he thinks he could come in his pants untouched. But just how far are you willing to take this? He’s sure that the both of you are breaking just about every rule in the pilot handbook right now, and yet, he’s dying just to feel your hand wrapped around him…   “Y-your legs are…” Jimin meets your eye with a visible shudder as you begin to run your nails up and down his inner thighs. “Better than Yoonji’s could ever be.”   A satisfied smirk paints itself upon your lips as you finally place your hand on him fully, giving him a firm squeeze to reward him. He feels thick in your palm, and your mouth salivates, wishing that the two of you were off this damn plane just so you can get a taste of him. Jimin groans and tilts his head back against the headrest, knees spreading even wider.   “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath before swallowing hard. “First Officer, would you like to grab my joystick for me?”   It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s been waiting to use this line for the longest time. His terrible innuendo makes you want to laugh, and you just manage to bite it back as you flick open the button on his pants and drag the zipper down. He is already dripping with precum when you pull him out and give him a few test strokes.   “Yes, fuck,” Jimin groans at your touch as you swipe your thumb over his head. “Make sure to grip it tightly, Officer. Your hand needs to go up and down too.”   If someone had told you this morning that you’d be giving Park Jimin a handjob over 30,000 feet in the air, you’d have laughed it off. But as you follow his instructions, you can’t help but feel a thrill sing through your veins at the thought of all the other passengers on the other side of this door. And Min Yoonji who potentially thinks she can just bat her lashes and get any guy she wants.   “What do you think of my joystick, Officer?” he huffs out, putty in your hands. “Should turn the radio on. Let Seokjin fucking hear this.”   “But I don’t want anyone else to hear you. This is for my ears only...” you can’t help the little pout that sneaks up your face and he mutters a curse, unable to resist lifting his hand to curl around your wrist and control your pacing. You blink innocently at him as your strokes continue to alternate between slow and fast. “Your joystick is the thickest I’ve ever seen… Am I doing a good job, Captain?”   “S-so good, you’re passing the simulation with full marks if you keep this up,” Jimin bucks his hips into your hand. When your other hand drops to fondle his balls, he groans low in his throat and twitches in your grasp. “Fuck, I-I’m carrying such a full load today, Officer, did you know that?”   You glance up from weighing his balls in your palm, stroking him faster and relishing the loud, obscene sound that echoes around the tiny cockpit. “It does seem to be very heavy indeed, Captain… maybe you need some help unloading it? Where should I put all the cargo?”   “God, fuck, you’re such a fucking minx,” Jimin bites his lower lip as he groans. His little sounds and the cute, tiny moans that spill from his pretty lips only encourage your ministrations. Your underwear becomes soaked and uncomfortable, and as you watch his face scrunch, it sends an ache straight to your own core. “I can’t wait till we’re off this plane so I can blow my fucking load on your landing strip, Officer.”   “My landing strip?” You raise an eyebrow at him, not knowing that he’d be into finishing all over your body. The thought of the both of you watching his cum drip from you has your panties soaked. Maybe you can’t give him that now, while you’re on this godforsaken plane, but perhaps you can give him something else. You push yourself off your seat to kneel in between his legs, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue. “It’s all clear for you, Captain.”   There is sweat beading on his forehead as Jimin reaches down to wrap his hand around yours, helping you to jerk him off right onto your tongue. The first few spurts are far too strong and miss your mouth entirely, landing on your cheek before you feel the bitterness on your tongue as Jimin shifts his hips forward so that his tip is resting on your tongue directly. You wiggle your tongue to massage the head of his cock as he continues spurting cum, and you can feel him filling your mouth up to the brim, that you have to tilt your head back to make sure it doesn’t spill.   Jimin sinks back in his seat, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. You can already feel the streaks of cum drying on your face, so you push yourself up, closing your mouth carefully. Jimin opens his eyes then, catching sight of you settling back in your chair.   “You look so pretty with my cum on your face,” he remarks, reaching over to carefully wipe a smear that’s close to your eye with the pad of his finger, then bringing it to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick it away. “Do you need to spit? Here, have my cup.”   He offers you his coffee cup from earlier, but you shake your head, making eye contact with him as you swallow deliberately and open your mouth to show him your clean tongue. Jimin swears under his breath, thumb coming to rest just under your lower lip. “That’s so hot. You’re fucking amazing. When we get off this plane, we’re going straight to the airport hotel.”   The sight of your swollen lips and cum streaked face makes Jimin want to bend you over the controls and eat you out till you come all over his face, then fuck his cum into you till you’re leaking. But he’s already broken enough rules for today; put others’ lives at risk even.   “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that—” you start, tucking your hair behind your ear.   “No, it takes two hands to clap,” Jimin sighs as he tucks himself back into his pants. “I should have had better self control. It was irresponsible of me, the Captain of this plane. It’ll never happen again. Because once we’re on solid land, I’m fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk till our next flight back.”   A signal comes in from the plane’s radio, and you glance over to the autopilot timer, saved from having to reply. It’s only been ten minutes since Jimin switched it on, but now that you’re more level-headed and thinking clearly, it was highly irresponsible for the two of you to leave the plane like that, even if autopilot allows you to be hands-off. Thankfully, nothing happened, and you can see that Jimin is equally sobered as he checks in with control tower and resumes control of the plane.   “Go clean yourself up, I got it from here,” Jimin glances toward the cockpit entrance.   You rise from your seat, hoping that you can somehow make it to the staff lavatory without running into anyone. But just as you press the exit button and step out of the cockpit, as your luck would have it, you almost crash straight into Yoonji carrying a tray with two prepackaged meals on it.   “Oh! Officer ______! Didn’t see you there, are you alright? I was just bringing you and Captain Park your in-flight meal...” Yoonji is concerned as she glances at your face. “You look a bit…”   Belatedly you realise that you have cum on your face, and the tight sensation around the corner of your lips tells you that there’s probably some there too. By the look on Yoonji’s face, she’s obviously caught on to what that mystery white substance is as she flushes a deep red, and you take the opportunity to rub it in her face….not literally though since Jimin’s cum belongs to you and only you.   “Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry,” you give her a sweet smile as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Captain Park was just teaching me how to handle his joystick. He was giving me a bit of one-to-one coaching on the techniques, grip, pace, complicated stuff like that. I’d tell you more, but I don’t think you’d understand.”   Her mouth drops open.   “Oh, and…” you glance at the in-flight meals on her tray. One lobster bisque with salted egg yolk sauce, and the other is a plain old chicken with green beans and potatoes. That nasty little witch’s favouritism has always been too obvious. “Actually, Jimin is allergic to green beans… could you change his to lobster too? Thanks, Yoonji!”   “B-but the lobster was for h—”   Without waiting to hear the rest of her sentence, you saunter over to the staff lavatory, feeling her glare on your back the whole way. It feels good, more than good. As childish as it is, you got to assert your dominance like some kind of alpha wolf, and the adrenaline from your dirty antics is still coursing through your veins. You didn’t get your own release and your underwear is still sticky, but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t bother you too much. If anything, you’re a bit disappointed that you have to wash his cum from your skin, even if it was drying and becoming uncomfortable. You wish he marked you in a better way.   Maybe you’ll suggest it to him later.   But what’s more important to you is that he feels the same way. Park Jimin, idiot extraordinaire, adorable puppy with sharp teeth, actually likes you back. No….wait, a minute...he doesn’t just like you—   “I’m in love with you too.”   It echos over and over in your brain again. You’ve imprinted the simple sentence, memorized the way he spoke every syllable, how his breath paused in timidness, how he gazed at you. You grin at yourself in the mirror, turning your head from side to side to admire the glow on your cheeks. Honestly, with you looking this good, you don’t know how Jimin managed to hold out this long. You’ve never seen yourself looking so radiant and glowy, although it may just be the effect of his cum… you’ll have to look into that one later.   You might look crazy, but you don’t care that you skip back into the cockpit with one cheesy smile plastered on your aching cheeks. You don’t care that you’re giggling like some teenage girl who just received her first confession from her long, unrequited crush. You’re going to savour all the butterflies that are erupting in your stomach and embrace the flowers that are blooming inside your chest, bouquets that all belong to one man, Park Jimin.   The cockpit smells of sex and Jimin, and you don’t mind in the least bit. He’s chewing on a cubed cantaloupe, having yet to dig into his lobster. Your bright smile is infectious and he can’t help but mirror it, chubby cheeks swelling up as he chews. “Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this. Yoonji was just here bringing us our food and she said this place smelled…musty. I told her I was just giving you a private flight lesson.”   “Really?” you chime out before coming behind him, not really caring about what Yoonji thinks.   “Why do you look so happy?”   You lean over to plant a soft kiss on his cheek and hop back to your seat before Jimin has a chance to blink or react. He turns to you and his grin expands. “Maybe it’s because you told me you love me.”   “I do,” he reasserts without a second thought, having too much fun watching you. Jimin has an endeared expression written across his features and it only squeezes your heart more. You wish you could just roll in bed and kick your blankets, too giddy for your own good. Yet, you hold yourself together, doing your best to remain professional and bring this plane to its final destination.   “Before we were interrupted…..you said you’ve been for a long time now?”   Who knew that you equally loved basking in his attention as he did in yours. You don’t really care about Yoonji anymore. She was just an excuse, really. Little things like that don’t seem to matter when it’s just you and him.   “Of course,” Jimin scoffs. “Are you kidding me? How could I not notice the cutest and funniest girl in my class who turned out to be super smart and second best to me?”   Your smile drops and your brow raises. “Excuse me….second best?”   The little shit ignores you. “I’m just happy that you finally realized how much you’re crazy for me.”   “Psh, how cocky can you be?” You turn back towards the front windshield, returning back to help with the navigation. “I’m not crazy for you.”   “You’re right.” He grins. “You’re just crazy.”   If looks could kill, the man would’ve turned to ash by the way you glare at him with a murderous glint in your eyes. He immediately retracts his words with a laugh, “I’m joking! I’m joking! I mean you’re crazy for loving me too because you’re so fucking amazing and incredible.”   “Save it, Park.”   Except, he’s a brat that never listened to you, and he steals the chance. Jimin completely catches you off guard when he suddenly leans over and kisses the corner of your lips, pulling away after the simple peck. When you turn in surprise, his gaze softens. “Now go eat your lobster. I need you to be hungry when we get off this damn flight because I decided that I’m asking you out to dinner before I tie you up for the next three days in the best damn hotel suite the airport has to offer.”   It’s too hard not to smile and you feel like an idiot when your grin makes yet another reappearance. “Don’t you know I don’t put out on the first date?”   “Who said it’s our first date?” A glimmer of mischief sparkles in his irises when you both glance at each other. “This is our fiftieth.”   “What? Since when?”   “Since our after our first flight exam and I invited you to McDonalds at midnight. That was our first date.”   You’re appalled, recalling the memory with the snap of your finger. You’d never allow a first date to be so shitty, even if it was with him. “That so does not count!”   “It did in my mind,” he giggles.   “You’re ridiculous.”   “—ridiculously in love with you,” Jimin adds on and you can’t resist your smile.   The pair of you might be over 30,000 feet in the air, but at this rate, it feels like you could float up to the moon and stars. You can’t wait for tomorrow, for the next day, for the day after that. The anticipation bubbles in your stomach, joining with the storm of butterflies and blooming flowers. You can’t wait to travel with him again and again.   For the rest of your life, you get to go across the entire world with your best friend. If it’s with him, you can go anywhere….even if Jimin rages on all the birds in the sky.
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Can you please do some headcanons with the rest of the DR2 cast with the Despair Disease?
Obviously I’m excluding those who did actually get the Despair Disease canonically (Nagito, Mikan, Ibuki and Akane) but otherwise, this was really fun and I hope you like it!
V3 Cast with the Despair Disease! | SDR2 Spoilers Ahead!
The Rest of the SDR2 Cast Getting Infected with the Despair Disease!
Hajime Hinata
Revelation Disease
After coming down with the DespairDisease, Hajime would receive an intense revelation, hence the Disease’s title– afterwards, he would immediately recall his affiliation with Junko Enoshimaand his status as Izuru Kamukura. 
Unlike the Remembering Disease that affectedMikan, Hajime would not slowly put pieces together but instead his memorieswould hit him like a truck. In many ways, he would revert back to being Izuru. 
He would be much colder andcruel, as well as disrespectful towards the others. He would be more reluctant to helpothers and instead laugh in their faces while he watches them scramble around onthe island, insulting them whenever he had the chance and refusing to help during the Investigation process since it isn’t his job. 
In a twisted way, Hajime finds enjoyment out of watching them struggle and suffer since, if it wasn’t for him, they would be dead by now… and if he wanted to, he could easily kill them as well.
Hajime would likely become overwhelmed with Despair and enjoy their situation much more after being infected, succumbing to Despair and going a bit insane in the process. 
He becomes much less trustworthy and more prone to lashing out against his friends, which causes them to break away from his leadership. 
They treat him like they treated Nagito at the beginning and locked him away so he would be unable to harm anyone.
He doesn’t care about his lack of talent, contradicting how he used to be veryinsecure about it. Hajime would own up to being an average Reserve Corpsstudent and belittle the Ultimates, using his title as Izuru Kamukura to establish hisown dominance since he obtained every talent in Hope’s Peak’s history.
Hajime would be much more skeptical and a little bit unintelligent, not as quick to put pieces together during the Investigation and Trial. He’s not dumb by any means, but he wouldn’t be as sharp as he used to be. He would be more willing to let Despair win and lay down his arms.
Chiaki Nanami
Hyperactive Disease
Although her A.I.’s personality isnot totally reflective of her real-world personality, the Despair Disease wouldonly affect her A.I., meaning that it doesn’t actually flip who she really was on the outside world.
Instead of being quite sleepy and a bit aloof, Chiaki would be much morehyperactive and unable to keep her mouth shut. She would obtain a more bubbly,but annoying, personality and clings onto the other students, butting into their business and becoming much more preppy and talkative.
Because of this Disease, she no longer feels the need to sleep and instead stays up at all hours of the night, and can often be seen roaming around the island curiously. A lot of this might also be due to her mind overworking itself and being unable to fall asleep.
Surprisingly, Chiaki would be more emotional despite not having ‘true’ emotionsas an A.I. She used to normally forget to take other’s feelings into considerationand could be extremely blunt, but now she’s overly-emotional and deeply affectedby others, over-analyzing the situation with her hyperactive mind and easily misjudging how the others might react or feel, considering their feelings ‘too much.’
When a killing does occur, she would sob and show a much more pessimistic and bleak outlook on their situation. Due to this, Chiaki wouldn’t care about the Killing Game as much. She wouldn’t really see a point and it much less likely to help during the pivotal moments of the story.
She would also show a sour taste towards games and would no longer use her talent, since she thought it was useless in comparison to the others’, anyway. If Chiaki did play games while infected with the Despair Disease, she would make hastier decisions and curse at them the moment things started to go downhill.
Overall, Chiaki would be much livelier and bursting with energy, unable to contain it all and talking incredibly fast, to the point where they wouldn’t be able to understand what she was saying. 
She would practically bounce off of the walls and require the others to restrain her, and once she finally recovered from the Disease, Chiaki would collapse from exhaustion.
Gundham Tanaka
Ordinary Disease
He would be very… normal andordinary. Gundham is typically very eccentric and overly confident at times,boasting about how he is a Dark Overlord, but he would ditch that persona afterbeing inflicted with the Despair Disease.
Now, he’s just plain, with nothing very special or remarkable to define him. He shows very little to no interest in thesupernatural or dark subjects, finding them to be a bit disturbing actually. He loses his colorful tongue and speaks like a regular teenager, often using slang rather than an old-fashioned way of speaking.
He starts to think that people who believe in Overlords and Dark Magic are out of their minds, belittling his former attitudes and rolling his eyes whenever the subject is brought up.
Gundham would also become much more dependent on the others and is always veryclose in proximity to the rest of the group, often placing himself in thecenter and feeling desperate for physical touch.
Normally, he would resent this kind of contact but now he feeds off of it. Gundham needs the others to show him affection and thrives off of the contact, becoming clingier and needier than usual. He fears being alone since that places a target on his back, and he hates the feeling of solidarity.
He would love it when the others talk to him and give him attention, becoming friendlier and much more likely to strike up a conversation rather than slink away from the group. Gundham is a lot more relaxed and average after catching the Disease, and far less dramatic. He often fades into the wall and the others easily forget he is even there, which they were unable to do before.
However, Gundham is also much more cowardly. Before, he had no issue with putting himself out there when he wanted, but now he fears the potential Blackened lurking around, always peering over his shoulder.
Unfortunately, this also has negative effects on his Devas as well, because now he also shows little interest in animals and thinks that they are gross, germ-carrying creatures and keeps the four hamsters in their cages. It’s odd to see Gundham without them in his scarf, and once he is finally cured of the Despair Disease, he makes sure to apologize to his beloved animals and coddle them with plenty of attention.
Kazuichi Souda
Charming Disease
Typically, Kazuichi is a bitawkward around others, especially women he finds attractive. After the DespairDisease, he would be much more suave and smooth around those he has feelings towards.
He is comfortable and feels at ease, confident and able to charm his classmates, becoming a real Casanova and stealing the hearts of his classmates with ease, both male and female. He is more collected and takes life with a grain of salt, never worrying too much and causing the others to feel relaxed as well.
He develops a very casual way of speaking, and dresses differently, too. He is much less uptight: popping his color and walking around with a toothpick between his teeth, slicking his hair back and widely crossing one leg over the other when he sits.
Kazuichi would also be more serious and stern rather than carefree. Thedecisions he makes would be more logical and level-headed, thinking out all of his moves and planning what he is going to say and do rather than blurting out offhand comments. He is able to lie easily and convince the others into trusting them, but that all results from his charm.
Since he gains the respect of his peers after getting the Despair Disease, Kazuichi would take upa leadership role in the group, becoming braver and less afraid of theirsituation.
He wouldn’t be nearly as paranoid and instead he would be more relaxed andchilled out. He becomes the stereotypical ‘cool guy’ who does his best to calmly diffuse any hostile situations, smooth-talking his way around the others.
Kazuichi gets quieter when he is infected, but isn’t as shy, either. He simply has a smoother way of speaking that doesn’t require him to raise his voice as much; they listen to him without him needing to use force.
Ironically enough, his feelings for Sonia would disappear and Kazuichi would bemuch more interested in the men on the island as a whole instead of women…
He wouldn’t be happy once he came to his senses. He would find out that he was charming and collected, thinking he finally put the moves on Sonia, only to find out that women on the island weren’t who he was flirting with… so, Kazuichi takes several long once he is cured.
Peko Pekoyama
Cheery Disease
Peko’s normal disposition is muchmore intimidating and serious; after catching the Despair Disease she wouldbecome more giggly and childish, like your typical schoolgirl.
She can normally control her emotions and suppress them, but not anymore – shecan’t seem to hold back her tears and shows an intense fear of dying in theKilling Game. 
Typically, she wouldn’t be shaken when forced into high-stakes situations but now, she would tremble at the thought of dying, showing intense anxiety levels behind her smiles.
Her talent is useless and her past as a known killer is disregarded because Peko would likely fear the sight of blood and get physically sick at thethought, often preaching about how killing is inhumane and shying around the possibility of uncovering a dead body.
She would no longer care about Fuyuhiko, showing an intense resentment towardshim instead. Although she would be upbeat and positive, she would still show hostile and even violent tendencies towards him, disrespecting the Kuzuryuu Clan and breaking away from the thought of being his ‘tool,’ gaining some independence.
This independence can come across as selfishness, though; Peko is no longer afraid of putting herself first.
Peko would become a little bit flirty, but that would be more-so due to her newfound charismatic and sociable attitude. 
She can come across as a little bit ditsy and air-headed at times, twirling her braids in-between her fingers as she questions the others, struggling to keep up with the group consensus. This causes her to be a bit obnoxious at times.
But overall, Peko becomes a ray of sunshine in the group and is always passing smiles at her friends and trying her best to uplift them: a little bit gullible, but she always has good intentions. She is consistently showering the others in compliments and braiding the other girls’ hair.
She would often giggle, even if she doesn’t understand what was said; her Diseased personality reflects that of Ibuki’s normal one.
When she recovers from the Disease, she would attempt to erase any memories of the way she acted and deny the possibility that she was ever easygoing and carefree; as well as mend any burned bridges between herself and the Kuzuryuu Clan.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Spineless Disease
The normal Fuyuhiko would not behappy with his Despair Diseased counterpart, refusing to believe that he everacted the way he did.
He becomes much more dependent on the others, relying on them for companionshipand discarding his ‘lone wolf’ persona. 
Instead, he heavily depends on others around him and needs to constantly have physical contact with the others, never straying too far from the group and often seeking out the approval and company of others, especially Peko, even if she doesn’t kindly reciprocate.
Fuyuhiko becomes much weaker and more vulnerable, considering himself to be atarget and even offering himself up as a sacrifice to the Blackened. 
He wouldbe seen sobbing and fearful of the others, telling them that they could simply kill him to escape the island since he ‘didn’t stand a chance’ anyway as he collapsed onto the floor and bows graciously. He is highly emotional, to an almost embarrassing extent.
Unlike your typical Yakuza, he couldn’t be easily angered and would have ahatred for violence, trying to break up the tension between the group but being a bit too dimwitted to contribute to or help anything. 
Fuyuhiko generally becomes scared of their situation and the fear of death within him becomes amplified; he is much more quiet and reserved, less likely to lash or speak out and apologizing for things he isn’t even apart of, similar to how Mikan acted normally. 
Also similar to her personality, he will sob at the slightest rude remark and becomes an easy target for bullying and harassment. And since he is spineless, he will no longer try to fight back and instead accept the harsh words and start to believe them himself.
Fuyuhiko is much softer, but also more fragile and it’s easy to hurt his feelings. He feels uncomfortable in stressful situations and does his best to avoid conflict - anytime someone starts to even remotely argue with him, he cowardly apologizes and flees, terrified of what might happen to him if he stays there.
He can be seen playing with his thumbs and remaining quiet in the corner, only speaking once spoken to and trying his best to disappear into the wall. But generally speaking, he will have a kind heart and warmly welcome anyone who accepts him, becoming easily attached to anyone who shows even the slightest attention to him.
Once Fuyuhiko is cured, he becomes incredibly hostile if anyone tries reminding him of his spineless nature, returning to his normal self.
Sonia Nevermind
Uncivilized Disease
Sonia was raised to be a verytypical Princess – she had strict rules which combed her into being a politeand ladylike young woman; but all of that would immediately disappear once shecatches the Despair Disease.
She isn’t very vocal about her talent and strives towards being treated andviewed as a normal Japanese student, but now Sonia would use her talent andhigh-status to force people into doing her bidding.
She would be much more rude and crass, not afraid to lash out and use colorfullanguage as she curses a lot more, both at the other students as well as Monokuma and in their situation when things started to look bleak.
Needless to say, Sonia wouldn’t be very ladylike anymore. She loses all of her good mannerisms, sitting with her legs spread open, eating with her mouth open, cursing like a sailor, and so on. 
She would be much clumsier and less poised as well, tripping and accidentally exposing herself as she does so - but anyone who says anything about it would get cussed out.
But she still insists that others do all of the work for her since Princesses don’t have to work! She looks down upon the others, viewing herself as a superior and calling her classmates ‘slaves.’
If they don’t do what she says, then Sonia will verbally berate them and borderline bullies the others, becoming quite mean and feisty. She is selfish and takes full advantage of her status as a Princess, becoming lazier and not caring about their situation as much since she is convinced that no one would kill her, since her country would go into an uproar. 
She makes comments like, “If you kill me, then Japan will go to war, and I don’t think you want that,” as she smugly smiles at the other students.
Sonia is known for being a sweetheart, but now she is much more rude and will spew hateful language that you’d never expect a high-class citizen to use, flipping off those who annoy her and turning her nose up to ‘average’ citizens like Gundham.
When she gets angry, she will physically lash out against whatever, or whoever, was closest to her, throwing punches and letting out an aggravated scream as she does so.
Ironically, she would find thrill in the chase and Sonia would start openly flirting with Kazuichi, although it’s debatable over whether or not her Despair Diseased self actually had feelings for him or if that was just part of her own amusement. 
Nekomaru Nidai
Insecure Disease
Nekomaru is easily the loudest, most boisterous and outgoing person in their class, so he has a major personality change after becoming infected with the Despair Disease.
He really lets himself go, no longer caring about his figure or athleticism and becoming much lazier than he was before. He fails to follow a real workout schedule, sleeps in often and eats plenty of junk-food as he no longer worries about training or sports.
Nekomaru stops caring about himself and the others; where he used to be their biggest motivator, he was now found often stuffing his face with food, like Akane used to, and blabbing on about how they had no hope and that they might as well give up.
He slowly becomes insecure and quiet. It isn’t normal for someone like Nekomaru to retract from the group and become reserved, but he is a lot harder on himself and amplifies his own flaws, tearing himself down in the process and wallowing in his own self-pity.
He becomes much more awkward and gives terrible advice to the others, especially Akane. His mood drags the others down since he was normally so loud and energetic, and now he doesn’t lift up his feet and hangs his head low.
Nekomaru has many negative side effects as well, becoming selfish and pessimistic. His loud, iconic laughter was nowhere to be found and he often puts himself before others, no longer willing to take one for the team if necessary, especially not for Akane.
Their relationship takes a toll after they each catch the Despair Disease because he is much less supportive of her, which negatively impacts her self esteem as well.
He can take it so far as to be rude and lash out against the others, becoming snippy and easily provoked, and Nekomaru is the last person on the island that you want to piss off. Not only does he become insecure, but easily agitated and hostile as well.
He suffers from intense mood-swings after succumbing to the Disease: one moment, he could be annoyed and hostile, and the next he could be insecure and quiet. Nekomaru also speaks more softly, rather than screaming, since he is afraid of scaring the others away.
Mahiru Koizumi
Promiscuous Disease
Mahiru is quite outspoken and canbe bossy, at least towards the men on the island. She has very traditionalviewpoints and strongly believes that men have responsibilities that womendon’t, and that they should be the ones running this island. 
Now, however, she tends to boss the other girls around while hanging allover the boys. Her opinions, as well as her personality, completely flip and her beliefs become just as compromised as her attitude.
She no longer takes responsibility of her actions and isn’t nearly as mature, which can be proven when she holds the other girls to a standard that she does not hold herself to.
Mahiru would send very flirty photos of herself to the boys, essentially  sexualizing and objectifying herself. She no longer says what is on her mind and instead says and does whatever she thinks will impress the guys, purposefully acting air-headed as well.
She becomes more ditzy and empty-headed, often acting dumb and failing to follow what the group had decided upon. She thinks with her heart and her other body parts rather than her head which in turn clouds her own decision making.
She is a true pushover, who is quite gullible and likely to do whatever she is told without much of a second thought. This makes her much more vulnerable and needs to be protected from possible killers, similar to Ibuki’s Despair Disease but not to the same extent.
While she isn’t as gullible as Ibuki, Mahiru doesn’t think as much as she used to and tends to go with whatever the group says rather than making her own choices for herself, no longer a truly independent woman.
That, and Mahiru will start to objectify the boys and flirt endlessly with them, even during the inappropriate situations like during the Investigation or in the middle of the Trial.
She becomes more childlike and clumsy, ‘tripping’ purposefully or bending over to find herself in precarious positions to attract the others, exposing herself and giggling about it, clearly trying to seduce whomever may see her. 
Mahiru obviously lacks a lot of the manners she formerly had and doesn’t care what the others think as much. Instead, she’s just trying to have a good time and becomes more careless and reckless while she’s at it. 
Teruteru Hanamura
Gentlemanly Disease
Teruteru is arguably the most lewdperson on the island, par maybe Kazuichi, but Teruteru often takes the cake,pun intended, when it comes to promiscuity.
After coming down with the Despair Disease, Teruteru would no longer make suchlewd comments or innuendos, nor would he try putting the moves on gullibleclassmates, like Sonia, or view others in that way.
He would become more serious and develop a distaste for lewd comments, oftenshaking his head at Mahiru; whenever she tries exposing herself, he would takethe liberty of covering her up with his apron to prevent the others fromseeing her in that state, and move her away from the others to maintain her dignity.
He would even scold her, as well as Sonia and Mikan, for being too promiscuous even if it wasn’t intentional.
Teruteru has much more control over his hormones and thoughts, becoming braverand taking responsibility for their situation as he tries leading the group inthe best way he can. He becomes a standoffish ‘gentleman’ who doesn’t viewothers for lewd purposes and contains his own excitement.
Honestly, he would also get extremely self-confident and more aware of the thoughtsthat run through his mind and the comments he makes, cautious as to not say ordo anything that might alarm his friends.
He shows that he values people more than he does objects or fantasies, a much more down to Earth person with clear thoughts that aren’t often clouded by lust.
Teruteru has a very serious disposition, shamefully looking down upon those who chase their own urges but this might stem from a self-conscious feeling and his own insecurities.
This doesn’t really fall under the rest of his Despair Disease, but Teruteruwould also probably speak in his very pronounced Southern accent as well since he has no reason to hide it while infected. 
He also refrains from overeating and doesn’t pride himself on his cooking as much while infected since that kind of pride can be seen as shameful and sinful. He has much more traditional views that contradict his typically shameless, bold personality.
Hiyoko Saionji
Sweetheart Disease
Usually, the Despair Disease will bringout your negative qualities and switching your personality often has itsrepercussions, but in Hiyoko’s case, she becomes a wholeheartedly genuine person.
She becomes much more graceful and holds her tongue as to not make any crude orhurtful comments, always putting the other’s feelings above her own and is hyper-aware of their emotions. 
She starts to resent harassment and no longerstands for it, especially when it is directed towards more sensitive people, like Mikan, and argues with people like Sonia who purposefully tease their peers.
Hiyoko can’t stand violence or death, especially when it comes to small anddefenseless creatures. She empathizes with the ants and crabs that she used totorment.
She would also stick up for Mikan if anyone started to give her Hell, defending her and caring for her once everything was over. Of course, the Nurse would be a bit startled by Hiyoko’s sudden compassion but she wouldn’t turn it away, either.
Her motherly instincts start to kick-in and Hiyoko becomes moreloving and protective towards her classmates, doing her best to keepthem away from danger and tending to their needs. She becomes selfless and turns into the most kindhearted person on the island, so sweet that it could make your teeth rot.
That’s something that most people wouldn’t associate with her. Perhaps her personality change is the most drastic and surprising.
Hiyoko is very mature and takes responsibility for her own actions, turning up her nose to crass jokes and innuendos and becoming the ‘mom’ figure of the group, despite her size. 
She is incredibly positive and motivating, trying to push the others towards working together and uniting her class in a peaceful harmony, insisting that the only way they can survive this is to work together and respect one another.
But in return, this makes her a little bit too trusting of others, seeing the good in everyone around her and unintentionally ignoring the bad; since she is blinded by their good words and can no longer differentiate whether or not someone is being genuine.
Byakuya Twogami (Imposter)
Confusion Disease
The issue in the Imposter’s caseis that the Despair Disease is supposed to flip your real personality, butsince he impersonates others and steals identities, the Disease gets a littlebit confused and convoluted, affecting not only his true personality but thosethat he has stolen as well, specifically Byakuya Togami’s.
Since the Imposter is a kinder, more considerate version of Byakuya who triesleading the group, he would likely revert back to Byakuya’s personality at thebeginning of his Killing Game and became a cold, cruel person who couldn’t careless about the others in the Killing Game, only himself.
He becomes more selfish and willing to sacrifice the others in order to save himself in the end, valuing his life above others and completely disregarding the leadership role he tried to originally take on.
However, since he loses his interest in being a leader, the Imposter also becomes much more cowardly and defensive when it comes to his own life and will wholeheartedly shove someone in front of him to use as a shield if necessary.
But the Imposter, while infected with the Despair Disease, has trouble discerninghimself from his personalities and identities, so he often breaks character.This, too, confuses not only himself but his classmates as well.
The Imposter switches between personalities and struggles to maintain balance, so his attitudes, beliefs, and actions can become drastically different no one ever really knows what to expect from him. 
They all begin to overlap and merge with one another, and by the time he is cured he is no longer able to tell what is a factor in his true personality and what is a trait that he has copied.
He often disassociates and there is a clear distinction between his personalities, visibly switching between them, even in the same sentence. His speech and mannerisms become more unstable since he can’t control when he switches, which is alarming and disturbing to the others and blows his cover as the Ultimate Imposter.
- Mod Rantaro
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