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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 12

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, blood, Smut.

This is a Hoseok POV recap chapter. Everything moves in order, it starts back at their first meeting all the way to chapter 11. A lot of time jumps.

****Please ignore any errors! (Word Count: 15.6K)

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Hoseok’s POV:

What the fuck? What the fuck? I’m certain that the disdain wasn’t visible on my face, but my injuries were the least of my problem. My eyes stayed focused on the medical degree that hung up on her wall, avoiding her curious gaze.

This week has been a shit fest and it’s gotten worse.

I let Yoongi convince me that Jungkook was able to handle a heavy mission on his own. I don’t know why I allowed myself to be swayed. I knew he couldn’t handle it. Jungkook has the muscle, but lacks the ability to hide what he's thinking. His face gives a way his emotions, and I should have known better.

We lose contact with him, only to hear some woman say she’s taking him to the hospital? Oh great. I was already trying to gather a plan to explain why this 22 year old man was shot in the side. Along with questions as to why the CEO of Jung Inc was the guardian of this man. It would all unravel as the noisy police dig into Jungkook’s past.

They’d try to find his parents, and ultimately trace it back to my father. I could see it all unfolding in my head.

We were left in the dark all night, calling different hospitals to see if that idiotic female had checked him into the ER. We called every hospital within a 60 mile radius and came up empty. I couldn’t sleep that night, worried that our youngest Jungkook had gotten himself into trouble.

I don’t underestimate women. They are capable of just as much damage as any man, they’re just sneaky about it. I've learned from experience.

At 3 in the morning, Jimin gets a call from Jungkook’s phone and it’s the same woman. She’s a surgeon. Jungkook is one lucky man. I didn’t want much contact with whoever she was. But she did save Jungkook. I decided to give her some money, since she was smart enough to ask no questions.

But the mission we entered today went left, having things get ugly. We were outnumbered and unprepared, leaving us with injuries. We’re usually prepared enough to tackle issues without violences, but since Seok’s mafia presence has been more low-key, other smaller illegal organizations are acting up.

I spoke to her for less than 30 seconds, but vaguely remember the tugging of the red string wrapped around my pinky. I groaned my eye at the thing, remembering the few times it’s done that in the past.

I don’t have time for such foolish things. Soulmate? Who could be cursed enough to be matched with them? The appearance of soulmates almost 200 years ago is explained as something wonderful. A guide from whatever power is above us. I used to believe that bullshit. When I was younger, the thought of a soulmate made my heart race.

I’d gaze at my parents with twinkling eyes, knowing that I was a product of...love. True love. I hold some resentment and disgust for my younger self. The signs were clearly there. That my mother wasn’t happy, and that my dad was sick.

I was too focused on my childish things. That was thanks to my mother. I could vomit mentioning any sort of thanks to that woman, but she was the one holding off my father’s training to take his place.

My older sister, who I haven’t spoken to in years, was sent off to leave with a distant family member. Who knows what she’s up to.

I see now that the appearance of soulmates was simply the universe’s sick attempt at regaining control over humans. I watch people hopelessly drop everything for this stranger, simply because a red string is linking them together. That won’t be me.

Why do I have to put up with a person because some unseen force decided that we are good together? The stories of meeting your soulmate, falling in love, getting married and starting a family are just that, stories. Such a thing isn’t possible for me. I can barely keep the company of real friends, who am I to keep a lover?

I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes, seeing her rushing back into the living room with a black bag. She starts laying out her tools, and despite the slight shaking of her hands, she seemed to know what she was doing.

She was afraid. As she should be. But we were desperate. We never had the need for a doctor, since we avoided getting hurt. But here we are. Our youngest Jungkook was worried, staring at his injured hyungs with wide eyes.

So when he said he knew where we could go, I should have known I would end up at the apartment of the crazy surgeon that was eager to save the injured boy she found in an alleyway.

The tugging of the red string when I spoke to her on the phone now makes sense.

I averted my gaze to the white ceiling, trying to figure out what I was going to do. She’s seen our faces, and she knows we’re criminals. I don’t want to deal with another dead body. Plus she lives in an apartment building. I don’t know how close she is with her neighbors, but with an important job such as a surgeon, her absence would be noticed quickly.

“So who is going first?” She calls out after finishing her set up. When I look at her, she’s staring at the different faces in the room. Her eyes don’t match the tremble in her voice. She looks...uninterested? And annoyed.

“You’re not going to ask any questions?” I ask. She sighs, being the one to avoid eye contact this time. She fidgets to slip gloves on, and dipping her tool in alcohol.

“I don’t have time to ask questions.” She says harshly, only meeting my gaze for a second.

Though she’s asking for little information, the guys begin to open their big mouths, giving out more information than needed. They’re digging me into a bigger hole. When it’s out that we’re criminals, the look of dread is hard to miss. I see the wheels turning in her head, and I wonder if she’s thinking of contacting the police.

She can’t be that stupid right?

Without another word, she calls Yoongi forward first and starts to tend to his wounds. I hiss quietly as the fabric of my shirt rubs against the cut on my chest. The blood had dried, but a slight movement caused a tearing pain.

I keep my eyes on her while she works. Soulmate huh? I look down at the side of my pinky and notice her initials suddenly printed there.

The universe did a trash job. A doctor of all people? It’s like a healed wound is being reopened and left to bleed. The longer I stared at her, the angrier I got. At least she’s not ugly, but a doctor? Surgeon?

I didn’t realize I was glaring at her till Jin hit my leg, making me look his way. He didn’t speak, but the question in his eyes were clear. I could only scoff, before closing my eyes to try to relax.

I heard shuffling of feet as she patched up the next person. She’d run into the kitchen with her tools, do some type of clearing process and come back with clean gloves and tools. When she leaves again, Taehyung leans towards me.

“Boss, what are you going to do about her?” He keeps his voice low.

“I say that we hire her.” Jungkook adds, making my eyes snap open. I glare at him but he only grins back.

“Hire her?” I repeat.

“That’s really smart. She could be our personal doctor? Didn’t you say that you wanted to get into black market surgeries? Now you can. That way we could keep any eye on her.” Jin added, giving Jungkook a friendly pat on the head.

Keep an eye on her? I think for a moment.

“I mean…” Jungkook trails off, “you weren’t thinking of killing her were you? She did save my life.” He stares at me with big doe eyes. I close my eyes again, leaning back to relax.

“She’s going to help you next boss, you’re the only one left.” Jimin whispers as her footsteps approach us.

~!~

I march into the headquarters with the others trailing behind me. I set my gun down on the round table and look towards the white board. The plan of our failed mission written in blue marker.

“So that went to shit.” I mutter to myself, searching for the white board eraser. I am not one to dwell on a failure like that for long. We need to move onto the next mission. As I wiped off the board, the hushed words of the guys behind me were hard to ignore.

“What? Do you have something to say?” I snap, turning around to face them. The whispers stopped as everyone stared in silence

“So...your soulmate is a doctor.” Jimin starts, the smile he was trying to hide breaking through. Another silence followed Jimin’s words before Namjoon chimed in.

“That’s ironic, but she’s cute. Good for you boss.”

My bitter chuckle doesn’t stop the onslaught of congratulations. I couldn’t tell if they were joking or not but I wasn’t in the mood.

“Were you guys not in her apartment just 30 minutes ago? You know...when I told her I didn’t want any sort of relationship with her? I made it clear that all I can offer her is work.”

For guys who looked battered up an hour ago, their humor was still intact. They knew better than expect happiness from me for something as stupid as soulmates.

“I think it’s cute,” Jimin voices, smiling widely at me.

“I don’t really care.” Yoongi said calmly, “As long as she doesn’t get in the way of work, it doesn’t matter.”

“Exactly.” I agreed with Yoongi, “I’ll just have her work for us. She’s already seen our faces and I can’t have her telling anyone about what happened tonight.”

“But boss,” Namjoon said seriously, pulling out a chair to sit at the circular table. His eyes were serious, and I crossed my arms over my chest, knowing that Namjoon was going to drill me with some serious concerns.

His brows furrowed and he looked down at the table for a moment as the others also took seats at the circular table.

“Did you hear bells?” He asked, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I blink at the unexpected question, my mind moving too slow to process what he said.

“What?”

“Did you hear bells when you saw Y/n? They say that if you hear bells when you meet your soulmate, it’s a true love match! That the universe did it’s best work when putting you and your soulmate together.”

I don’t answer him, searching for the dry erase marker to start the plans for the next mission.

“I guess he didn’t.” Namjoon says under his breath. But as I write out the information on the board, a heavy feeling sets on my shoulders.

So I wasn’t going crazy when those bells were ringing in my ears?

True love? Gross and impossible.

~!~

“Y/n works at Seoul Sky hospital?” I exclaim, staring at the papers Namjoon set on my desk. I had Namjoon dig up some information on Y/n. She was hesitant about taking the offer I laid down, so I need some type of leverage. Maybe she has a criminal record or something she is hiding.

Of course a woman like her is squeaky clean. She comes from a pretty good family. Her mother was a doctor and her father was a successful businessman. Not crazy money but better than most people. She graduated high school early and went right into pre-med. Grades are good, the record is clean and not deep dark secrets.

But she works at Seoul Sky hospital. That poor excuse of a hospital where my father passed. It’s perfect. I could keep an eye on her from work.

“When is the next chairman’s meeting?” I ask with a smirk on my lips. Namjoon’s ears perk up and he stares back at me with wide eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, stifling a laugh.

“You’re actually going to attend one? You said you wanted to be an anonymous investor?”

I didn’t answer Namjoon right away, plotting just what I was going to do when I got to the hospital.

“Call whoever you need to call and tell them I’m coming to visit the hospital tomorrow. They should have all preparations ready and I’d like to meet with the other directors to discuss the additional funding.” I state, trying to hide the smirk playing on my lips.

Oh this is gonna be fun!

And just like I thought, it was fun. I strolled through the hospital, ignoring the long speeches each department head was giving me. I didn’t care. I don't care about this hospital or any of the damn doctors. If I could burn this place to the ground, I would. The land could be used for something more useful.

Not a hospital that seems to hire incompetent doctors who allow emotions to cloud the work they are doing. I became a director for this hospital in hopes that my mother and that stupid man she ran off with, would return. I don’t know what I will do when they return, but it wouldn’t be a warm welcome.

We walked through the hallways, patients and nurses all staring as we walked. My instructions of a casual hospital tour were ignored, seeing as I had all the department heads following behind me. Yes, I was tuned out to whatever this man was saying.

I think his name is Dr. Lee, I could hear the soft whispers of those behind me.

“He’s handsome isn’t he?” One female doctor says.

“I know right? He seems so intense and studious. Being loved by a man like that is the best.” The other one says.

Namjoon chuckles form beside me, also hearing the nonsense that those two were saying. I throw a glare at him before bringing my attention back to Dr. Lee.

“Do you think I should try to make conversation with him?” The same doctors whisper. I roll my eyes.

God, I hope they don’t. I am not one for aimless conversation. The last thing I want to do is date a doctor. Actually I don’t want to date at all. My work has become my everything and I can’t see myself making room for anything else. But I can only speak for myself.

I wonder how the guys feel about this. If they want to get married, have a family. I haven’t heard them say anything about such things. Hell, I don’t think they’ve even had girlfriends. I don’t expect them to share such information. Years ago I told them to keep personal life things away from work. I didn’t want to hear anything about their personal lives.

I don’t want to try to rebuild the friendships we had. It’s too late. They were forced to stay by my side, so I’m sure all that’s left is animosity. They do pretty well hiding it, but I can’t say I’m integrated into their friend group.

You’d think we’d be closer with how often we are together.

My thoughts stopped short as an already familiar figure came into view. She was standing there with a co-worker of hers. Jennie. I did some digging on those close to her here in Korea. It seems that Jennie is her only friend.

Dr. Lee looked over at the two women, and back at me. The other doctors did the same, my gaze on them catching attention. I noticed Namjoon clear his throat, but my lips turned up into a smirk. I walked ahead of Dr. Lee, closer to Y/n and Jennie.

“Gossiping is more fun in person!” Jennie exclaims.

“Oh is it?” I break into their chit chat. Both women grow stiff at my voice, and turn around to bow at a 90 degree angle. I keep my eyes on Y/n who hasn’t recognized me yet.

“Gossiping is what the doctors of Seoul Sky do?” I question.

I ignore Dr. Lee’s protest to me words and watch Y/n stand straight, only to gawk at me with wide eyes. Oh, her reactions are always so fun.

She takes a small step back, bumping into Jennie who looks lost. I watch her eyes dart over my face, the concern flashing in her eyes is clear. Even at a time like this, you’re being caring? It was easy to tell that she was checking for the cuts that were on my face 5 days ago.

But with how she cared to the wounds, there shouldn’t be much scarring. A little powder covered them right up. I wasn’t going to appear in front of people looking cut up.

She looks more official in her white doctor’s coat. I could tell she was official when I saw the work she did on Jungkook, but seeing her in that white coat felt different. A bubbling in my chest made me feel angry at her. That white coat makes me even angrier.

But I kept the smile on my face, aware of the eyes watching our tense exchange.

Dr. Lee introduced the two doctors to me, and had some pointless banter with Jennie while Y/n tried her hardest to keep the glare off her face.

I stared back at her, hoping that my message was loud and clear.

You can’t run from me.

~!~

“She’s not going to call.” Namjoon said as we walked into the headquarter’s lobby.

I give him a pointed look, slipping off my green suit coat and draping it onto one of the chairs at the circle table.

Jungkook, Yoongi and Taehyung also sat at the circular table. Each person was occupied by something else. Taehyung was reading a book, Yoongi typed away on his laptop while Jungkook stared at his dimly lit phone screen.

Jungkook only looks up from his phone for a second, telling me that he’s distracted by some game. His mouth was gaping open as he concentrated.

“She’ll call. I’m sure she’s a smart girl.” I said to Namjoon, unbuttoning my cuffs and rolling up the sleeves.

“Who are you talking about?” Yoongi questioned, his tone showing little to no interest.

“Who else would he be talking about?” Taehyung jeers before snickering, “When was the last time Boss talked about a woman that wasn’t just a one night stand?” Taehyung grins at me and goes back to reading.

“He snatched her up, pulled her into an empty room and pushed her up against a wall.”

“O,” Jungkook coos, “kinky.”

I roll my eyes at the youngest’s cheeky smile.

“She’s dragging this out. I already have the operation place set up, and I’m already searching for her assistant. I gave her 2 days. If she’s smart, she’ll call. It would be a pain to get rid of her.”

Jungkook sets his phone on the table, a pout of defeat playing on his lips.

“Why don’t you just leave her be? I don’t think she’ll tell anyone. Plus you can just keep an eye on her at the hospital? There is no need to drag her into black market work.”

Everyone looks at Jungkook as he shrugged after expressing his opinion, ‘You would just be exposing her to more stuff if you bring her into work with you.”

I stared at Jungkook in silence, not sure what to say. He has a point. I could just keep an eye on her from the hospital. I know where she leaves, I know where she works and I know all her friends. She can't escape.

So...why do I need her here again?

“It’s okay if you just want her close, we won’t judge you.” Yoongi says in the same uninterested tone.

“It’s not that.” I defended myself.

Yoongi shrugs in a sluggish manner, “It’s okay if you want to keep her around. She’s your soulmate after all.”

I glare at Yoongi for a moment, “I’ve had black market surgeries on my to-do list. So I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

“There’s no urge to be near Y/n? You know that soulmate connection?” Taehyung asks, folding the page he was reading and closing the book.

I feigned some deep thought before shaking my head. Connection? I didn’t feel anything towards her. I was surprised to see that red string connect to someone else, and after that was a sense of dread and anger.

“I think I’ve had better connections with brick walls.”

The fake hisses of pain are followed by comments.

“Heartless!”

“Ouch!”

I walked around to one of the smaller desks that were across the room. I grabbed a familiar grey folder and placed it on the circle table, opening it to see what was in there.

The folder was thick, and had things I had to take care of. No matter how much work we did, I don’t think there’d ever be a day this folder would be empty.

I remember thinking why was my father always so busy? He always said he had no time, and at a certain point, I thought he was lying. I often misunderstood it being an excuse to avoid doing something with me.

My father was present in my life, and he was a kind man. Too kind. He taught me to give people chances, pertaining to things outside of work. Although my father wasn’t obvious about his work, I’d say he was more violent.

He was harsher. The slightest glimpse of weakness would be eliminated. When it came to work, he didn’t allow room for mistakes or failure. Yet, he was caring and understanding with the family, and all things outside of work. He stupidly trusted my mother 100%. Would tell me they were the world’s best example of true love.

Guess he and my other were on different pages.

I scanned over all the items that needed to be completed. The Charity Gala robbery, recapture of money from a bad trade off, some drug trades in Japan and a cop that has been snooping around asking about Seok. Those are the main focus as of now. At least those are the things that will require either my attention or the whole team.

Each one of the guys have things they do separately. Those usually go smoothly.

I groan and run my fingers through my hair, “Where is Jimin?” I ask.

“He finished that one debt collection and headed home. He said he was done for the week.” Namjoon said.

“Call him and Seokjin up. Tomorrow is gonna be a busy day. We’re gonna go take care of the Ryu deal, and if Y/n is as predictable as I think she is, she’ll call me tomorrow.”

“Or she’ll run off to a different country.” Namjoon says under his breath.

I almost chuckle at the comment, knowing Y/n couldn’t be that idiotic.

~!~

“Mr. Ryu, I really don’t want to do this!” I yelled as I tucked my gun into the waistband of my pants. I stepped over the dead and injured bodies of his men, while Jimin and Yoongi flanked me, with their guns pointed at the older man.

He stood with his back pressed against the wall of his own hideout. They’re a small organization with strong connections to Russia. I took a risk working with them, and it blew up in my face. The trade off is what landed Jungkook with a bullet grazing his side. It was supposed to be a one man hand off, but Mr. Ryu brought all his men and ran off with the money.

He had to know we’d come for him sooner or later.

We were able to take out all his men in a silent manner. He let his guard down, not truly knowing who he was messing with. He didn’t know he was dealing with Seok’s organization. It was a test of loyalty and he failed. Blood was starting to pool on the concrete floor. Harsh and shallow breaths from a few men who hadn’t died yet was all that could be heard.

“I have the money! I’ll get you the money!” His pleas echo through the warehouse, and I could hear the way it’s straining his vocal chords. His thin grey hair was unruly. Evidence of his fingers racking through it repeatedly. His suit is disheveled and stained.

I stopped my slow walk towards the man, leaving me about 5 yards from him. Yoongi and Jimin didn’t stop their slow parade with their guns up.

I sighed, “This could have been easier if you did that the first time!”

“Boss!” Someone calls from behind us. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Namjoon.

“We found the money! It’s all there.” Mr. Ryu doesn’t leave my line of sight, but I nod in response.

“See!” Mr. Ryu rushes out desperately, “The money is there! Take it! It was never taken out of the suitcase!”

I click my teeth and fake disappointment, “I don’t leave loose ends Mr. Ryu. You’ve already seen my face.”

His body trembles in fear, his face growing red with every second, “Who are you?!”

“Why tell a dead man such important information?” I mutter taking a step forward when my phone dings. I pause for a moment, kicking myself for not silencing it.

I don’t miss the eye roll from Yoongi, “Gosh boss, you can’t silence your phone?”

“He’s been waiting for a call from his lovely Y/n,” Jimin jokes, re-gripping his gun.

I dug into my pocket to see a number I didn’t recognize texting me.

[8:34 PM] Unknown: Hello ...?

“Of course he answers it at a time like this!” Seokjin shouts. It seems he’s standing further behind us with Namjoon.

“Now is not the time!”

It has to be Y/n. This is my personal phone number, and she’s the only one who’d have it.

[?:?? PM] Hoseok: Be at this address in 20 minutes.

Due to the bad service, the text message takes it’s time sending. I shove it back into my pocket and stride towards the man.

“Let’s be quick about this old man.” I slip my fingerless leather gloves tighter on my hand.

“Please don’t!” He slides down the wall and lands on his butt so he’s sitting. I kick him in the gut, and he hunches over. I take the chance to place one hand on his forehead, and another on his chin. I swiftly made a turning motion, snapping his neck.

His body goes limp and falls over.

“Let’s go.” I call out just as my phone dings again. We start leaving the warehouse, and I dig into my pocket.

[8:43 PM] Unknown: Could we do this tomorrow?

Does she think this is a hair appointment? Does she not understand what she is getting into?

~!~

I watch Y/n move around the operation room and I think I’m seeing excitement? She giggles and let her fingers graze the tables. Her eyes are lighting up with joy. What a weird one. But this is the first time I’ve seen just an expression on her face.

“This is the type of stuff you get excited about?” I tease.

To my surprise, she smiles at me. A genuine smile. It’s like the fear from earlier was non existent. Is she not worried being alone with me? She doesn’t know anything about me! I could be an awful guy, well I am a bad guy, but I’ll never force myself on someone.

She doesn’t know that, but here she is. Leaving herself open and vulnerable to me.

“We all can’t be making big money like you, Hoseok. How can you live life if you can’t appreciate the small things?”

She wasn’t expecting a reply from me, seeing as she turned her attention back to the operation room. She starts rummaging through the cabinets.

“Fresh and new tools, all with the potential of helping and saving someone. It’s thrilling.” She mumbles.

Is it? I think.

“...to me.” She adds as if she could hear my thoughts.

“You’ll have an assistant--”

“An assistant?”

I hate when people cut me off. Let me finish my sentence.

“Yes. She isn’t a surgeon like you, however she does know about lab work and pharmaceutical things…”

I go through the rest of the details. All the things I can remember from the file Jimin handed me earlier today. I pretended I didn’t see her eyes moving from up and down my body.

It can’t be helped, I’m an attractive man.

I take this time to get a good look at her face, feeling like I haven’t really looked at her time now.

She’s not ugly, that’s for sure.

“You are a part of this team now, I will hold you to the same standard as the others. I will treat you the same as the others. Do not--” She cuts me off again.

She’s going to make this a habit.

“--expect any special treatment because you are my soul mate. You don’t have to say that every day Hoseok. I’m not stupid.”

Those puppy dog eyes she was giving me that first night we met told me otherwise. She has to be one of those girls that has a skewed preselection of her soulmate. Fairytale ending with Prince Charming. That unrealistic expectation is why people act so stupidly.

“Isn’t that how that soulmate thing works?” I retorted, “Once someone finds their soulmate they lose the ability to think straight? They throw out common sense and only make decisions based on their selfish wimps and wants pertaining to their soulmates?”

A bitter aftertaste grows on my tongue after speaking those words. She’s quiet for a while. I watch her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion before she speaks again, “W-well that’s not me!”

“Do not worry about any sort of feelings getting in the way. I am not swayed so easily.”

Sure.

~!~

Bugging Y/n at working is starting to be something I look forward to. Her reactions are too funny. The grimace on her face as she slowly stand s to her feet and bows like the rest of her co-workers, making me want to laugh.

You can always tell what she’s thinking by her facial expression. I dropped by the hospital for some paperwork, and decided to see if I could find Y/n around.

Just to mess with her of course. She’s the one that wanted me to keep my distance at her workplace, so I have to do the opposite.

“Are you still mad at me?” I say, noticing the curious looks from her co-workers.

“Hello Mr. Jung.” She replies.

“Hello, doc.” I take in her standing there in that awful white jacket, quite different from how she was dressed at headquarters.

“You really clean up nice for work.” I grin at her and manage to get a few light jabs at her before letting the cat out the bag in front of her co-workers. I know the gossip will spread around the hospital, and it’s for the best. I don’t want any of our conversations being questioned.

If people see us talking at the hospital, they’ll just see it as flirting and a quick couple’s chat.

After I took a seat, her friend Jennie was carrying most of the conversation. Y/n would just look at me with distaste and sigh, leaning back in her seat. It’s not till Jennie brings her back into the conversation that Y/n says something.

The true displeasure Y/n was showing me came off as a cute couple bantering to Jennie.

“Don’t let Y/n’s awful behavior scare you away!” Jennie exclaims. I lean in closer to Y/n, forgetting just how close out chairs were to each other.

Oh, she smells amazing. Odd thing to notice but, when I got in close enough I caught a whiff of something pleasant. I placed a hand on her knee, causing her body to tense up and her eyes to widen.

“Thankfully, I don’t scare too easily.” I joke back to Jennie.

Has...has Y/n never felt a man’s touch? She froze up like an inexperienced teenager. Oh this is too good! I move my hand up an inch and hear her let out a shaky exhale. I look at her and start to caress her thigh with my thumb. She shivers.

I announce that I’m leaving and decide to really add the cherry on top. Since half of the lunchroom was already watching, might as well give them a show. My hand smoother slides from her thigh to the small of her back. I lean in closer, bringing my lips to her ear.

Her warmth is...welcoming.

“Doc,” I whisper. I inhale softly, taking in the alluring perfume she has on.

“I’ll need you tonight.” I say a little louder. The gasps from the women listening in was exactly what I wanted. She shivers again.

“Oh wow, was that a little tremble I saw?”

She rolls her eyes and I almost want to laugh at the animated action.

“Doc, these little reactions of yours are so amusing...I can’t help but mess with you like this.” I reason.

“I can’t stand you.” She hisses back.

Oh if only she knew how that white coat of hers makes my skin crawl. I can’t stand it or her. But at least she’s proving herself useful.

I am barely out of the lunchroom when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Why does it feel like I can still smell Y/n? Like she left a lingering print on me.

I answer my phone, “Hello?”

“We have a problem!” Taehyung shouts into my ear. I wince at the volume of his voice and quickly look at my surroundings. No one is really looking my way, so I lower my voice and continue down the hallway.

“What’s up?”

“The cop! The cop that has been trying to find info on Seok! We found her!”

I raised my eyebrows, “That’s great Taehyung! What’s wrong with that?”

“She’s the one we hired as Y/n’s assistant.”

My power stride stopped immediately. Just great! Sometimes I wonder if my father made this many mistakes! How could that have gotten past me?

“We did a background check and everything. She was clean.” I said through clenched teeth.

“She took on someone else’s identity! We did all we could! But at least we sniffed it out before she met you in person. What should we do?”

I started my stroll down the hallway again, checking for anyone who may be listening in.

“Do you have her? Like in your custody?”

Taehyung is quiet, “Should we?” He drags out.

“Well she’s already seen your faces! She’s seen Namjoon! Namjoon has been seen as the bodyguard for Jung Hoseok, the CEO of Jung Funding.” I groan, pinching my nose and whispering the next order.

“You gotta get her. I don’t know how, but you have to before they connect the dots. We don’t know how many team members she has helping her. But get her and bring her to the headquarters. We’ll have to get information out of her, then tie the loose end.”

“Got it!” Taehyung says and the line goes dead.

My dumbass forgot that I also told Y/n to come to headquarters, so we were standing there later that night discussing the black market surgeries she would be performing. Her shock to the tasks was confusing. Did she think she’d just stay around and patch us up? We don’t get hurt too often! If she’s gonna be around, I’m using her to her full potential.

“Oh the others are back!” She whips around to see Jungkook poking his head in. My eyes went wide just as Jungkook’s did. Fuck! They’re bringing the cop in! I hope they knocked her out. If she starts calling for help with Y/n here, it’ll make things more difficult.

“Jungkook, is everything ok--” I reach out and spin Y/n around to face me. I pull her close to my chest. I have both hands on her shoulders and feel her tense up again. Is it that she’s never felt a man’s touch, or is it just me that she stiffens up like that.

“W-what was that about?”

I told her to keep her eyes on me and she does. The look in her eyes catches me off guard. They're not fearful, but they don’t hold her regular annoyance.

I ignore most of the questions she asks me as the guys the officer down the other hallway. I tuned her out some time ago but when I finally looked at her she said, “Oh wow.”

“You seem to forget what my line of work is.” I jeer. I remove my hands from her shoulders and step back.

“I forget just how real your job is at times.”

~!~

I strolled into the blue room, wearing some medical gloves. My eyes laid on Jiae, the undercover cop who was tied to the blue metal chair.

“I forgot that I told Y/n to drop by.” I explained, seeing the questions in their eyes.

“It’s cool, we weren’t trying to interrupt your little date.” Jimin cooed, smiling widely.

Of course the teasing begins.

“It wasn’t a date. I was giving her the procedure files. “ I say, before turning to the woman who watched my every move in terror.

Her mouth was covered with duct tape, and her eyes were bloodshot. The few moments of eye contact shook fear into her. She couldn’t have been any older 35. Her straight black hair was a mess, and sweat dewed on her forehead. Her eyes welled up with tears but it didn’t move me.

My eyes moved back to Jimin who was slipping on his own gloves. It must be scary for Jiae. Watching these men she does know calmly put on gloves while chatting. She has no idea what to expect.

“Make sure Y/n finds an assistant.” I muttered. Namjoon who was leaning against the wall scratched the back of his head.

“Why don’t we ask that Jennie friend of hers?” He suggests. I simply hum and nod, walking up to Jiae who trembled.

“You almost slipped past us!” I yelled, grinning at her. I reach forward to peel the tape off her mouth. I do it slowly, and she exhales deeply before coughing.

“Why are you looking for Seok?” I stood staring at the panting women.

“I-I can give you money if that’s what you want? Tell me what you want! Whatever it takes, I have people who can get it for you! You don’t have to protect Seok! I’m just trying to get to him!” She begs, rocking her body a bit. The ropes around her arms and legs must really burn.

“Who sent you here?” I asked another question, stepping even closer, “There is nothing you can offer us! I just want to know why you’re here and who sent you.”

She gulps, “I-I can’t tell you.” She moves her focus to the ground and I try not to snicker. This night is dragging out too long. I’m already in a bad mood, and I have more work awaiting me. I don’t have the energy to interrogate kindly.

“Why are you here?” I growled again.

“We’re just trying to find Seok! Please I won’t tell anyone.”

“Who is ‘we’?” Namjoon speaks up this time, “the FBI? CIA?”

Jiae hangs her head in defeat, “We’re just a small detectives office! It was a stupid move and we weren’t aware of who we were up against. It took months to get this close to Seok, and I know you’re just following commands.”

“Ms. Jiae,” I call sarcastically, “I don’t know if you’re aware but outsiders don’t get to see Mr. Seok and live. Do you not know that?” I cock my head, wondering if I should just let Namjoon take control. I’m at my wits end.

“I don’t even want to find him anymore! So if you could please--”

“But I’m right here.” I pout, and watch the realization grow on her face.

~!~

I walked into the lobby of headquarters to hear Jaehyun and Jennie yelling at each other. I tried my best to keep from groaning in annoyance. I knew their relationship before bringing Jennie to work with Y/n, but I was hoping they could overcome it. Jaehyun won’t be working with us for long. He’ll help us with this mission and probably with forging documents in the near future.

My eyes settled on Y/n. I could only see the back of her head as she slumped back in her seat. She wasn’t talking,only watching the couple as they threw insults back and forth.

I haven’t seen her in a few days. It seems things have gotten busy at the hospital, which is the only reason I didn’t bother to grill her for missing the meeting I called her to a few days ago.

Unfortunately, I have become quite aware of her absence. Her glares and her teasing remarks have been a part of my everyday routine. It's obvious that she’s tired, so she'll fall asleep in no time. I

I took a seat beside Y/n, and she looked at me. She still smiles at me, though it doesn’t meet her tired eyes. She beams at me, and though she looked exhausted, it was clear that she was happy to see me.

She’s...happy to see me?

“You look tired.” I said quietly. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but rather made an observation. Y/n understood, seeing as she laughed.

“Just say you missed me so we can move forward.” Her shoulders shook as she giggled, and the corner of my lips twitched, a smile threatening my lips.

I guess...I missed her?

Wait! No! I just noticed how quiet it was without her. Y/n was always bubbly and talkative compared to me. The guys love having her around. She draws out conversation and makes the gloomy atmosphere bearable.

I take a look at the files spread out on the table, and tell Jennie and Jaehyun to settle down. The upcoming mission is important, and ends everyone’s part to work. Everyone including Y/n.

I sat at home, wondering if it was smart to bring Y/n into this. I said from the beginning that I wasn’t going to involve her in anything that wasn’t black market medical work, but could it be avoided?

The whole hospital believes we are a couple, and with the Charity Gala coming up, it wouldn’t make sense to not take Y/n as a date. However, I don’t want to parade around with her on my arm, as she has no idea what is going on behind the scenes. I at least respect her to not be so rude.

Y/n shifted in her seat, leaning closer to me. She was paying attention to everything I was saying, but the expression was unreadable. Most of the meeting went well while I laid down everything in detail. I let Jin take over as he broke down more details of the mission but my attention was divided as /n moved closer and closer to me.

Her head dropped on my shoulder and glanced at her to see her eyes closed. She fell asleep. I snicker looking back down at the document in my hand. My senses were overtaken by her shampoo and the light traces of perfume. She was warm, and my shoulder was growing hot.

I stared at the printed words on the paper for a few seconds when I recognized the silence that surrounded me. Why isn’t Jin still talking?

My attention moves to the quiet people at the table. They were staring at me like I had two heads. My face scrunched up in annoyance and I glared at each person. I’m going to pretend i don’t know what’s going on.

“What?” I asked, my gaze moving to each face around the table. I noticed Jungkook who gave me a knowing smile, his cheeks lifted high as he grinned that bunny-like smile of his. The meeting went on, and soon Jennie was also asleep, her work schedule being as crazy as Y/n’s.

My eyes couldn’t help but stare at her and Jaehyun for a moment. The way Jennie naturally leaned on him, looking so comfortable and trusting of him. Jaehyun received all her affections, throwing an arm around her as she hid her face in his neck.

That’s probably the type of relationship Y/n was looking for. A person she can trust in and feel completely comfortable around.

But...I don’t think I can think of a moment in which Y/n didn’t trust me. It’s weird. Maybe she doesn’t really understand how my job is?

“Vitals.” I heard Y/n mumble in her sleep before she shifted, her hand landing itself on my thigh. I tensed at the movement, my eyes staring at her hand as if it could move it away with my gaze.

It was now Yoongi that was voicing some concerns about the mission but I couldn’t focus. Her hand was palm resting carelessly on my lower thigh near my neck. I glance at her hand again and my own hand was itching,

I wonder if…

I look back up at the papers in my hands and set it on the table as Yoongi continues to speak. I slowly brought my hand up to rest on my knee, not too far from her hand. My eyes move from Yoongi speaking to my hand.

Maybe…..

I slowly inch my hand towards her, some of my fingers brushing her hand. As if Y/n could sense what I was doing, she sighs and readjusts herself, her hand moving to fall right on top of mine. I tune back into the conversation, the guys too focused on their points and opinions that they didn’t notice my attention was else. I shifted in my seat, sitting up a bit and Y/n squeezed my hand.

She moved with me, adjusting to me and sighing. This is...warm. She is warm and not so bad.

I look over at Jaehyun and Jennie. Jennie was still knocked out and leaning on Jaehyun. I wonder if...Y/n and I look as natural as they do.

The possibility of a real meaningful relationship has felt so unneeded and out of reach but….this is nice.

But I couldn’t meet the expectations that she’d have. Plus, doctors are crooked. Doctors like to say they became doctors to help people, but oftentimes they have the worst personalities. They have the biggest egos.

~!~

“Boss, have fun!” Jungkook cooed. I rolled my eyes at him, looking over the last of the plans. I was at the HQ lobby and we all stood around dressed according to our roles in the mission. The car waited outside, but Jungkook was bouncing around me with a smile.

“This is technically a date!” He chimed.

“I doubt Y/n sees it that way.” I replied. Jungkook clasps my shoulder and grins.

“I actually agree but, I think you should enjoy yourself tonight. We have the mission under control, just worry about showing Y/n a good time. I think you’ll realize that a future with Y/n isn’t so outrageous. You like her.”

My eyes widen, “I like Y/n?” I laugh and look up at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Never that.” I added.

“It’s okay to admit it! I think you deserve to have someone for yourself! You can’t go around frowning for your whole life. The universe--”

“Don’t talk to me about the fucking universe.” I hiss. My harsh tone doesn’t phase Jungkook, he continues to speak.

“The universe doesn’t make mistakes!”

“You’re still saying that?” Namjoon chimed in as he walked towards us.

I scoffed, “Jungkook is young, so he thinks it’s that simple.”

“It is that simple!” Jungkook fussed. It was quiet for a moment as everyone moved about.

“Boss.” Jungkook called. His tone was different, the beaming smile was gone and a smirk sat on his lips. I was surprised by the change of tone from him.

I raised an eyebrow at him and he ran his fingers from his hair.

“Since you don’t like Y/n...can I ask her out?” The challenging tone had me staring at the younger man seriously. He stared back, his smirk growing wider.

“You’re not going to wait for your soulmate?” My voice was low, and undermining.

“Boss, do you not listen to me when I talk? I told you I’ve found her already, and she has a boyfriend, but that’s a different situation. You don’t like Y/n...so I can pursue her?”

The tension was staggering, and the air grew heavy as we stared at each other in silence. Jungkook didn’t back down, cocking his head to the side. He’s serious?

“Come on Kook!” Jimin laughed, putting himself between us, “Boss, I’m sure he’s joking.”

Jimin’s intrusion wasn’t enough to make us break eye contact.

“You’re joking right?” Jimin says with a bright smile. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and watching Jungkook. Jungkook has never seriously challenged me on something.

At this point, Jungkook is probably closer to Y/n than I am, so this development of feelings shouldn’t surprise me.

Jungkook breaks the staring competition and smiles that normal gummy smile of his, “Of course I’m joking!” He exclaims. A unified sigh of relief is heard in the room, but not from me. The others let out nervous chuckles, but I narrow my eyes at Jungkook who’s smile doesn’t meet his eyes.

The bunny smile is there, but the challenging look in his eyes remains.

That conversation with Jungkook was on my mind on the drive to pick up Y/n. Jaehyun trailed behind me with a different car.

“Since you don’t like Y/n...can I ask her out?”

He looked me right in the eyes and said that. I do forget that there are other men that have eyes for Y/n. That stupid Dr. Lee at the hospital has made it apparent that my presence didn’t deter him. I keep saying soulmates are a foolish notion, so when Y/n decides to move on, I’ll be okay right?

A strange discomfort is building in my chest as I think about it. A vision of Y/n’s smiling face appears in my mind and I sigh, almost defeated. I press my hand to my chest, the hammering of my heart clouding my thoughts.

“What the fuck.” I mutter to myself.

“Sir,” The driver calls, “We’ve arrived.” I look around to see that we were in front of Y/n's apartment complex.

When she makes her way out I can’t help but stare. I just knew that dress would be perfect for her. You’d think it was made for her and her alone. Her hair was styled simply and the make up was done simply.

She is...beautiful.

Fuck.

My eyes move along her body, from head to toe and once again. The slit on the dress with the draping neckline that showed just a little cleavage had me feel some type of way.

I looked back to her face and wondered how my face looked at this moment because it felt like my throat was drying up and my hands were getting sweaty.

I should tell her how good she looks. I should say ‘you look pretty’ cause saying beautiful would be too much right?

You look pretty!

Ugh, what the hell Hoseok, are you a middle school boy? It’s Y/n! Doc! Just say something before this silence gets weird.

“We’re matching!” She announces, smiling widely.

The corner of my lips twitch up, fighting a smile. When we’re in the car I’m speaking with Namjoon on the phone as he explains that things are set in place. Y/n sits beside me, not saying anything. She stares out the window unaware of my lingering gaze.

When I’m off the phone she makes some comments about my favorite color being green. She’s not wrong and It looks good on her so why not?

Strolling past the flashing cameras and into the venue, we were met by different people all turning their heads our way. My hand rested on the small of her back. I watched her eyes dart around the place at the rich people and celebrities that were about. This wasn’t her type of crowd and it was clear.

I keep her pressed against me, noticing the goosebumps on her shoulders. Her chest is rising and following quickly. Of course she’s nervous. It’s already an intimidating event but also knowing about the crime that will take place? I’m sure she’s stressed.

I smiled at her actions, as it reminded me of a nervous puppy.

“Hey, look at me for a second.” I whispered. When she looked my way, her jaw dropped open for some reason. I smiled wider at the beautiful woman staring up at me.

“Look like you’re happy to be with me.”

She beamed at me, that same smile of hers. She doesn’t have to pretend does she? Am...am I pretending?

Maybe I’m just pretending that this isn’t going to go up in flames like it did with my parents. Maybe I’m pretending like she didn’t have heart eyes for me since the beginning. I mean I am the soulmate she has always been waiting for. So when that spark is gone, would she still smile at me like this?

I take my hand off her back and she takes hold on my arm.

We weren’t left alone for long, different company executives approaching me often. Y/n listened patiently and would make small talk with jokes and puns. What was she nervous about? She’s a natural at this. I can’t even call her a social butterfly, she’s just a people person.

As I introduced her to some executives, she smiled beautifully and my arm naturally wrapped around her waist and held her close to me. We stood and spoke with quite a few people. I found myself glancing over at her every once in a while. She’d be too focused on the conversation to notice my stare, but when she did, she’d simply smile at me then tune back into the conversation.

My eyes scanned the black, catching Jimin who was in disguise. I knew everything was going smoothly since I hadn’t gotten any text messages or phone calls since we arrived.

These two women were talking my ears off while Y/n tried to hide the glare on her face. She’s been throwing looks at women who eyed me. I chuckled as I watched the women shying away as Y/n put her intimidating gaze on them.

A sigh sounded from Y/n, making the two female executives stop talking to look at Y/n. I used this time to make the women stop their ogling at me in front of Y/n.

“Are you tired already, baby?” I whispered in her ear. The name made her look at me in surprise. The close proximity of our face had to be making the female executives uncomfortable. Her lips parted and her eyes flickered down to my lips so quickly that I don’t think she knows she’s done it.

Fuuuuucccck.

The night doesn’t end in the most peaceful. Even though the mission went well, I let my anger get to me.

“For once...it felt like you didn’t hate me.” She says honestly.

We’re standing on the balcony, looking up at the dim stars in the style. Y/n is a bit drunk, and her honest thoughts start to fall out her mouth.

I’m left staring at the side of her face while she stays keyed in on the stars. The small smile on her lips did lessen the effect of her words. She sounded genuinely hurt.

“I don’t hate anyone.” I argued. And well that was a lie. I hate my mother and that stupid man. But Y/n thinks I hate her?

“Doc, I don’t hate you.”

“But you hate soulmates and doctors.” She accused me.

“Who told you that?” I snapped.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “What does it matter? I got the message.”

What the hell? She speaks like she has me figured out. I’m not the most easy going and open but to hate her? She genuinely believes that? How can she tell me about my feelings? What cause I’m not the fucking prince charming she expected.

“What about you doc?” I start “Do you really like me?”

“Yes.” She says sternly.

“You really like me? Or do you like the image of a soulmate? The idea of a soulmate is what you like. I am not the picture perfect guy you dreamed of, stop trying to put me in that box.”

She looks at me, scrutinizing my face. I watched her eyes move all across my face, taking in every facial feature of mine. Her eyes were big, and honest. I know she isn’t lying to me. What does she have to gain from me? Y/n hasn’t hidden a single thing from me.

“I do admit, I liked the idea of a soulmate. I liked the idea of meeting someone and just connecting instantly and understanding each other.” She said sternly. It’s just as I expected but I’m disappointed to hear her say it.

“My point proven.” But Y/n didn’t back down, still staring up at me.

“You were not what I expected. Your lifestyle is frightening and dangerous. You are cold, calculating, hard to read and sometimes scary. You’ve probably killed people and I’m sure committed many crimes. Hell, I sat here and played ‘couple of the year’ while the others robbed artwork.”

“Oh--” A voice said from the entryway. We both turn our attention to Jungkook who stared on with wide eyes. He wasn’t sure what he had walked in on, but he was hesitant to speak. The atmosphere was heavy and uncomfortable. Ugh, of all the times for him to walk in.

The soft and caring look in Y/n’s eyes when she saw the boy was annoying to me.

“Noona, I’ll be taking you home.” He announced, “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.” Jungkook’s eyes flickered between us, wondering what conversation had happened before he walked in.

“Thank you Jungkook,” Y/n’s voice wavered, “I’ll be right there.” She dismissed him. Jungkook gave me a pointed look and left.

Y/n sighed, pushing her body off the ledge and standing straight. She smoothed her dress, and brushed off any possible dirt.

She looked back up at me and flashed a sad smile, “Despite all those things. Your lifestyle, your crimes and your cold attitude ...I still like you.” She stared right into my eyes, that same soft and caring look she had for Jungkook before was there but...there was something else.

‘Heart eyes’ the guys have been calling it. It’s as clear as day.

“Really?” I laughed a bit to hide my discomfort. The way she gazed at me had me feeling...vulnerable.

“Truly.” She confirmed, not daring to look away from me. Y/n stepped closer to me and I watched closely, looking down as one of her hands found mine. She held my hand, stretched her head up and put her lips to my cheek.

She just….kissed me? On my cheek?

“Tonight was fun. Thank you Hoseok.” With that, she spun around and made her way back inside. Probably going to find Jungkook so she could go home.

My heart is pounding in my ears. I can’t think straight. She kissed my cheek? She really really likes me?

A person with such a sick job? I’m a fucking criminal! Did she forget? I kill people! I lie and steal!

Who the hell would want to stay with a man like me? Like my father? My mother’s harsh words to me still sting like they were yelled at me yesterday.

● ● ●

I stood by my father’s hospital bed where he laid weak and fable. As a 16 year old there is only so much I can do while my mom yells at my father. My eyes darted to the doors behind my mother’s raging figure. Where is the hospital staff?

“Mom, what are you doing? What are you talking about? I don’t understand! Why would you be leaving?”

She stared at me with tearful bloodshot eyes. Her face was red and she breathed heavily.

“Son, your mother--” My father’s words were cut off.

“I’m leaving Hoseok. If you don’t want out of this horrible way of life, then fine! I won’t subject myself to this! I found my soulmate, a normal man with a normal job.” She was yelling while fighting back tears. I stagger back, looking between her and my father.

“Y-you guys aren’t soulmates?” My voice comes out quietly and my eyes sting with ears. The sadistic laughter that left my mother’s mouth was chilling.

“I pity the woman who’s soulmate is a mafia man! This life is draining! I’m tired! In the start I thought love was enough but it just isn’t! It’s become a burden!” She threw her hands up in exhaustion.

“Hoseok, if you choose this life just know that you don’t deserve a soulmate. Don’t put someone through the torture of not knowing if their husband will come home! Or dealing with random mysterious trips! You’re better off alone in this type of work? Do you hear me Hoseok? When you find your soulmate, run the other way! For her sake!”

~!~

I sit in the hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling with my phone pressed to my ear. I am in Japan for not only underground work but investments. It’s been a pretty busy trip, and all while I’ve been here Y/n was clouding my mind.

In the meeting with Jisoo about the Japanese part of our mafia network, Y/n was dancing in the back of my mind.

I know damn well it was wrong of me to travel without telling her. It’s been a week since I’ve seen her and I’m itching to see her again. I don’t know what I'm going to do or say when I see her, so I’ll figure it out when the time comes. It’ll be another 4 days before I’m back in Korea. So when I saw the missed call from Y/n I thought something bad happened, but the simple sound of her voice made my body tingle.

Fuck my life.

What am I gonna do about this? I think I’m getting a hard on just at the thought of her laying in her bed as she speaks to me.

“Ok, cool. Umm...how much longer are you staying in Japan?” She asks softly. I joke to lighten the mood. It was probably only me who was feeling so heavy. It’s been a dry spell, and I can’t get myself to call one of my usually booty calls.

“Why?” I grin, “Do you miss me?” I chuckle knowing a swift denial from her when she speaks in a breathy voice.

“I miss you a lot.” She’s doing this on purpose, she has to be. I shift in my bed, hissing under my breath as I felt my dick getting hard.

Oh she misses me huh? She’s probably laid up in her bed, sleep still on her eyes. Still smelling good like she always does. Warm like she always is, welcoming like she always-

The whole time we were speaking, my mind was wandering and my dick was bringing me discomfort. It’s hard and I have no one to ease the discomfort. Ugh.

“Y/n?” I called out my voice strained, “Whenever you start missing me, just call me.”

Because I am definitely missing you. I hung up the phone and tossed it beside me on the bed, sitting up and seeing the imprint of the boner in my boxers.

I pushed my boxers down and spit in my hand a few times before I began to stroke my length, thoughts of Y/n in the cute outfits she wears under that white coat driving me forward. As well as the way she looked the last time I saw her, at the Charity Gala.

I think I'm losing my mind over here. What the hell is happening to me?

A breathy groan escapes my lips and moans of her name drip off my tongue. It’s a little shameful who just the sound of her voice invokes such a fire in me.

When did I get myself wrapped around her finger like this?

~!~

I look at the door for the 5th time, ignoring the yelling between those who were present. I’m finally back in Seoul after 12 days of traveling and I can’t lie to myself about the excitement of seeing Y/n again.

After jacking off to the thought of her, I wonder how I'll be able to face her. I feel...weird about it. I wouldn’t ever tell her about it, since no sexual interaction has happened between us in the slightest. But my emotions have felt intensified by 10 these days.

I also mean to talk to Jungkook about his words before the Gala. I need to make it clear that Y/n is off limits. She’s not my girlfriend or anything but, Jungkook needs to back off. I have to start driving her myself, and since Y/n says she likes me….she won’t mind.

“You missed her!” Taehyung sings from his seat, “You missed Y/n!”

I only stare at the cheesing boy, before looking to Namjoon to start explaining the information he gathered.

“Of course he missed her!” Seokjin called out, “he’s looking at the door every few minutes!”

“Boss is not in the mood to be teased,” Yoongi exclaimed before showing me a goofy smile.

“Not by us at least.” Jimin jokes.

The boys laugh collectively and I can feel my ears burning red.

“Oh, his ears are read!” Yoongi observes fighting off his laughter.

“They are!” The others chime in.

“What happened Boss, did you have a naughty dream about Y/n?”

“Did you get off to her?”

“Have you finally realized your feelings?”

They were all speaking at once and I could only keep my head down as my ears grew hot.

I must say...it’s been a long time since the boys have openly made fun of me like this.

“I’ve just been…” Their laughter trails off as I start to speak.

“I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately.” I shrug to try to move past the awkwardness that came with the words.

“Well duh!” Taehyung says, “You’ve probably just realized your feelings, and your little soulmate connection things are just now starting! Don’t worry boss, I doubt Y/n is going to care if you showed her more affection-- I’m sure she wants it.”

“L-let’s just change the subject,” I mutter, “Order some food for everyone, I’m paying.”

A cheer sounds through the room and I’m just glad the subject has changed. While Namjoon is speaking, Jin ends up calling Jungkook about what to order but my attention in tuned into Namjoon.

It’s when I hear a door opening followed by whistles from the guys that I knew Y/n was here. I kept my eyes forward, while Namjoon kept explaining what he wrote on the blackboard. We were having a discussion on this when I heard her voice.

“Hey guys.” She greeted everyone. Namjoon even greeted her in return, looking at me while I pretended to be too focused on the blackboard.

Soon she stood at my side, “Hey.” She says softly.

“Hey.” I replied before looking at her head on. Beautiful as always. My eyes drop down her body and back to her eyes. She wore a fine yellow outfit, and I hope the jump in body didn’t translate onto my face.

I sat on the table and she stood, she was almost eye level with me. After asking about how my flight was, she kisses me on the cheek. I stare at her in surprise while she smiles in return.

“I’m glad you’re back.” She said. I narrowed my eyes at her, and my eyes dropped down to her outfit again.

Damn, she has to be doing this on purpose. Even after she diverted her attention to Namjoon, I couldn’t help myself. She gave me a perfect view of her ass, I had the urge to be...close to her. Fuck I liked to have her under me screaming my na--

“Boss is looking hungry!” Taehyung sang, potentially pulling me from my train of thoughts.

“But not for food.” Jennie adds.

I look back at some files I was supposed to be reading with a small smirk on my lips. My ears grew hot as they turned red.

“Cute.” She mumbles.

~!~

“Now why did you guys go and make her cry?” I said to the guys as they sat around the circular table. I sent Jennie and Y/n home after Y/n bursted into tears after hearing the contract the guys’ parents signed to be free of debt. I didn’t want to touch this subject again, but as I watched Y/n overwhelmed with sadness on my behalf, I knew I couldn’t ignore it.

“She asked us questions and we answered it.” Yoongi said softly, throwing a concerned look to Jungkook who was crying.

“W-we don’t hate you Hoseok!” Jungkook sobbed, wiping his face with the sleeves of his shirt.

I was surprised to hear my first name from him.

“A-and I’m not pursuing Y/n. It was just a small crush.”

I almost had to laugh at the way he gargled his words while tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Guys, let’s not do this okay? We can just-”

“We don’t hate you hyung,” Jimin chimed in, shyly looking down at the table instead of looking at me.

“Guys--” I’m cut off again.

“I am sorry hyung, I was angry with my parents. You didn’t do anything and it wasn’t right for us to shut you out like we did. We should have been your family and support at the funeral but we left you all alone. It wasn’t fair to you.” Taehyung stared at me with wet eyes.

“You took care of us so well, a-and we didn’t realize the damage it caused! There is no hate for you anywhere in my heart.”

They went on like that for a while. I simply listened, taking in their words. Long monologues about how they were sorry and so on. It was nice to hear and it did ease me just a small bit. When it was silent and my turn to speak.

“I am not angry at you guys. It was lonely all these years. You guys were here but it was lonely.” Was all I could say, scratching the back of my neck. It’s uncomfortable to talk like this with them.

“Well,” Namjoon began, “We won’t let you feel lonely anymore hyung!” With those words Jungkook rose on his feet and charged towards me. I was pulled into a tight hug.

“I only like hugs from Y/n.” I joked, hoping the awkward feeling would pass. But soon I was in the middle of a huge group hug.

“Let’s take some baby steps and work up to hugs.” I muttered, resulting in a laugh from everyone else.

~!~

The music was booming and the lights were a hot red, matching the hot atmosphere of the club. The bass of music was vibrating strongly and it was adding a small shake to the glasses of drinks on the table. Y/n and Jennie went to the dance floor some time ago, and the way she looked when she approached me was printed in my mind.

She looked hot. I felt my blood growing hot and I couldn’t stop the need to get my hands on her. The urge to have Y/n close has grown intensely. I can’t say I'm a skinship person but with her, it’s different. I need her close, I want her close.

The way she came in and took a seat next to me without any hesitation. I mean, where else would she have sat? Having someone by my side is...nice. Great even.

I wonder if she’d let me drive her home. I’m tired of always having Jungkook do it. He told me his declaration to pursue Y/n was a joke, but I’m not going to let my guard down just yet

“Hyung, there are three of them. They’ve already noticed our presence so I expect one of them to approach us.” Jimin stated, “They’ll try to intimidate us. It’s the same pattern they’ve been doing at the last spots they hit.”

“I’m gonna ring up Y/n and tell her and Jennie to clear out of here soon, before things pop off.” I said reaching into my pocket to grab my phone.

“Look at you being a worried boyfriend.” Jimin cooed.

I paused my movements before giving Jimin a curious look, “Jimin...how would you ask someone out on a date?”

Jimin’s toothy grin went into a full out mouth opening smile.

“Hyung!” He yelled in excitement. I instantly regretted my question.

“Never mind,” I dismissed, shaking my head,

“Wait hyung! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” He shouted. I barely heard him over the music but I simply nodded.

“I’ll tell you later, but I think with Y/n, just ask her to a movie or to dinner!She’s pretty chill.” He added. I stood up from my seat, ignoring his last words. However, I will be asking him later.

With my phone in my hands, I scrolled through my contacts to find Y/n. I walked out from the seated pit area to find Y/n. My eyes searched the club, spotting a suspicious man stand near the edge of the dance floor.

I spotted him briefly, moving my gaze off him naturally. I want him to believe I didn’t spot him. He’s clearly a part of the men we were watching.

I looked back to my phone and instead of texting Y/n, I text Taehyung who was already on high alert.

To Taehyung: Keep eyes on dude on the right. Far end of the dance floor. He’s up to something.

Just as I looked up from my phone, I saw Y/n approaching me. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but it’s clear she was eager to get to me.

“Where’d you go? I was looking for you--” I was cut off as she slammed into me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. It nearly knocked the wind out of me, but the display of affection left me smiling.

“Did you miss me already?” I chuckled. It was at the moment that I heard her labored breathing in my ear. Something is...off.

“H-hoseok.” She called out weakly. Her arms dropped from around me and she was putting all of her weight onto me.

“Y/n?” I asked, shoving my phone into my pocket and wrapping my arms around her. The next thing I knew, I heard a terrifying scream, and looked up to see Jennie standing about 12 feet from us with a horrified look on her face.

Something is wrong.

“Y-y/n?” I called again. She’s not responding. She’s not talking. Her shallow breaths were all I could hear. The music was being tuned out and my heart was beating in my ears. My hands moved from her back to her hips and her side when I felt it. I froze as I realized my hands were...wet?

I glanced down at my right hand and thought I could have collapsed when I saw the bright red on my hand. My hand pressed back to her side, putting pressure on where the blood was coming from. All this happened in seconds, but it felt like hours.

“Y-you’re bleeding? Y/n? Y/n!” My voice shook as I tried to get any response from her.

“Taehyung!” My voice pierced through the music, and I turned my head to see the guys rushing towards me with Jennie walking up with tears in her eyes. She was asking me questions with her eyes but I didn’t have any answers.

“Taehyung, bring the car around to the back!” I yelled.

“Yoongi, Joon go after those bastards! They couldn’t have gone far!” I’m yelling and everyone is moving. We’ve caught the attention of some people on the dance floor, as well as those sitting in other pits, but their curious stares didn’t mean a thing to me.

“I’m...tired.” Y/n said, as if she was sobbing.

I scooped up Y/n into my arms and made my way towards the back exit of the club. We had to push our way through the staff rooms and the small kitchen but we got through with no problem. Jennie was at my side, taking a clean rag she got while we pushed through the kitchen, and pressed it to the wound.

“Please Y/n.” I whispered, holding her closer to me.

Usually such bullet wounds won’t cause all this worry, but with the amount of blood that was coming...it was scary. Even by my standards. Did the bullet hit an artery? That’s...that’s the worst thing that could happen. If an artery was hit, Y/n will die for sure.

“Y/n? Stay awake for me.” I said again, as we made it out the back exit to the alleyway where Taehyung already had the big van parked. Jimin through the sliding door open and I stepped in with Y/n still in my arms. Jennie followed in after me.

Jimin closed the door and hopped into the passenger’s seat before Taehyung took off.

Jennie was scurrying to do different things. Despite the blood on her hands, she took the towel and pressed it to the wound. She took my free hand that wasn’t wrapped around Y/n’s back, since Y/n is sitting on my lap, and placed it on the towel.

“Keep pressure on it.” She instructed, before shuffling around the van, seeing as she was practically standing in the van. She was a bit bent over as she worked.

“Call Jin and Jungkook! Tell them to have the surgery room ready. I need all the tools cleaned and disinfected. I’ve shown them how to do it.” Jennie orders. Jimin gets right on and in that moment I was thankful that Jin and Jungkook wanted to stay back for this mission.

She was checking Y/n’s pulse and breathing, at some point pressing her ear to her chest.

“How is she?” I couldn’t recognize my own voice. My voice was quiet, unsure and weak. Ugh so weak. I noticed Jimin look at me with obvious pity.

Taehyung looks at me from the rearview mirror and I wonder what my face looks like at this moment. But I look at Y/n and frown deeply. The color is draining from her face, and all I can do is stare at her.

It’s like watching the life drain from my father all over again.

“Her pulse is….slow. Dangerously slow. I don’t think an artery was hit, but I don’t know Y/n’s medical history so it’ll be tough to figure out--”

“Jimin, find a way to get Y/n’s medical records.” I order.

Jennie seems shocked, “Hoseok it’s--”

“I have my ways.” I deadpanned, before looking over at Y/n’s face again. She’s not responding to anything and the only thing keeping my string of sanity from snapping was the rising and falling of her chest.

We arrived at the headquarters and rushed in.

“What happened?” I heard Jungkook cry as we rushed in. I went with Jennie, straight to the surgery room, thankfully to see everything set up.

I set her down on the table as Jennie rushed to wash her hands, threw on spare scrubs over her outfit, and washed her hands a second time, disinfecting then throwing gloves on.

“Out.” She ordered.

“What? I--”

“Out! I got this Hoseok! I promise! She will be fine!” She stared up at me. My eyes moved back to Y/n who was laying there looking….ghostly. I looked back at Jennie and nodded before making my way out the room.The door was still open. Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung watched, all with worried eyes.

I looked at Jennie once more as she started tearing the clothes off of Y/n. To respect her privacy, we all looked away. I stepped out the room and shut the door, leaving the guys and I in a heavy silence.

My eyes are trained on the ground and my thoughts are moving rapidly.

“Hyung--” Jungkook started, his face turning red as tears bubbled in his eyes. I glanced down at my legs, the fabric sticking to my body because of the blood that had begun to dry. My hands were covered in red and the sight disgusted me.

Blood hasn’t bothered me before, but it being Y/n’s blood left me sick. What if she dies?

I can’t keep anything good in this life can I? It was careless of me to think that I could bring her along while working. What the fuck was I thinkng?

It was a stupid move on my part so I--

“Hyung!” Jimin’s voice took me out of my thoughts. I was so zoned out that I didn’t notice I was now in the middle of a circle. Jimin, Taehyung, Jin and Jungkook all stood around me in concern. Jin reached out to place a hesitant hand on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked. He stared at me seriously, scrutinizing my response.

“I…” I trailed off and looked towards Jungkook who held eye contact with me for all of 3 seconds before he started crying again. I could only look away from him and back to Jin.

“I’m going to go take a shower.” I answered before stepping out from the circle. I walked out from the circle and past the circle table before walking down the hallway. I stopped at the silver door and stepped into it. It was our regular clean up from. You walk in to see what looks like a huge closet. Different shirts, uniforms and more. I walk over to a small sink in the corner and wash my hands swiftly.

I actually washed my hands three times, feeling like the red wouldn’t go away.

When looking for disguises, we come here. I walk through the room, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing into the trash bin. I don’t think I could wear these clothes again. I take off my shoes, my socks, pants and boxers before grabbing a towel not too far away. I throw it over my shoulder, feeling a little weird standing in the room completely naked.

I walked towards the second door in the room which led to a bathroom with a shower. Two separate and private showers. I hung my towel up in arms reach and stepped into one of the glass shower squares. The water was cold when it hit me, but I needed it. It felt like my whole body had been on fire for the past 30 minutes.

I took both my hands and placed them on the grey tile wall as the water grew warmer. I closed my eyes and stood there for a while. The water fell onto my hair and all down my face but I was trying to steady my breathing. My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

I grabbed my loofa and took a nice long shower, trying to keep my mind empty of any others. I stepped out of the shower, dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked through the closet area and found a simple black tee shirt and joggers. Got refreshed and put on the clothes and some nike slides before stepping out into the hallway.

When I stepped out to the lobby Yoongi and Namjoon had returned.

“Boss, we--”

“You weren’t able to catch them, I figured.” My tone was a bit harsh and I felt bad after saying it, but I’m sure they understand how stressed I am right now.

“I’ll catch them myself.” I muttered, looking towards the closed door of the surgery room.

The room is quiet again.

“It’ll be hours till she’s done so you guys can head home. I’ll keep you updated.” I announce and sit in a chair with my arms folded. The guys seemingly ignored my suggestion, cause I closed my eyes to think, and hear their shuffling.

About 30 minutes passed till I opened my eyes again and they were still there, also sitting with me.

I closed my eyes again, and didn’t open them till a tired Jennie stepped out from the room. I don’t know how much time had passed, but all the guys were sluggish in their movements cause they were half asleep.

I sprung up from my seat and looked directed at her. It was like the whole room was holding their breath.

“She’s stable. She’ll wake up in a day. I did everything right.” Jennie breaks out into a smile, tears welling in her eyes.

~!~

It’s day 5.

Y/n has not opened her eyes. I’ve sat there staring at her unmoving body for days. She’s not waking up, she’s responding or even giving us a hopefully foot twitch.

My angry eyes turn to Jennie who has unfortunately become the target for my anger. I feel bad, I really do but, Y/n should have been up days ago. None of the tests Jennie does shows anything wrong with her.

Yesterday I was yelling profanities at Jennie, asking her repeatedly if she’d done everything correct. I don’t know much about surgeries but I know a bullet to the hip or thigh area shouldn’t cause someone to be out this long!

I had already apologized to Jennie for the 3rd time and each time she was understanding. Everyone was worried. Jennie still had to go to work at the hospital so when she was gone, I just sat here in the hospital room, listening to the heart monitor beep.

When Jennie arrived, we exchanged a knowing look before I made my way out the room. And that’s how I ended up here.

I am at a familiar cemetery, staring at my father’s tombstone. It was on the father end of the cemetery, leaving a lot of space between it and the other tombstones.

“Jung Yunseok.” I read out my father's name. I sat down on the grass so I was facing his tombstone and like always I speak my mind.

“Dad, it’s been a while.” I say quietly. I look up at the sky for a moment. The sun is starting to set, leaving the sky a calming orange. Not too calming for me, but it’s pretty to look at.

“Work has been hectic. Y/n...has been distracting me. I don’t know if that’s how it was for you and mom-” I paused. The mention of her leaving a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

“How did you balance work and your personal life?” I chuckled to myself, “I didn’t think I’d like Y/n, so I brought her into my work world right from the start. What a stupid decision.”

“Because of my stupid decisions Y/n is laying there looking like a corpse.”

I stay quiet for a moment.

“She’s not like mom...at least I don’t think she is. If she was getting tired of me, she’d tell me. Every time she sees me, she looks at me with these bright eyes. She’s always happy to see me. No matter what. Could it style like that forever?”

“She did jump in front of a bullet for me.”

I run my fingers through my hair, “You and mom weren’t soulmates, so that plays a part into everything turning to shit but...Y/n and I are so if the universe doesn’t make mistakes like everyone says...she wouldn’t get tired of my lifestyle?”

“Would it be messed up if I took a step back? To clear my head?” I nervously rub my hands together before letting out a lengthy sigh.

“You always said when I’m confused, I should take a step back and see what my options are. But I know what they are. I can’t pretend I don’t like her, so it’s either I try this relationship thing 100% or I back off completely.”

The wind howls and the leaves rustle in the wind. I narrow my eyes as the wind causes tears to well up in them.

“I’m gonna keep my distance to gather my thoughts. No more decisions made off unsure thoughts.” I mutter.

My phone dings in my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Jungkook.

Y/n woke up. She’s asking for you.

I read the text over and over again before locking my phone.

“Remember how I’d always say something was serendipity and you’d always say it was destiny.” I giggled at the memory.

“Well, serendipity is a good thing you’re not expecting or looking for. So meeting Y/n was serendipity for sure...I just can’t be sure if it’s really destiny.”

I stand up from my spot on the ground and brush off the dirt on my pants.

“I’ll let you know how things go dad.” I mutter, “Whether it’s good or bad.”

~!~

“We will discuss it another day Mr. Robins. For now, I will not raise the amount.” I said as I stood up from my seat at my desk. I stepped out of my office and down the hallway, wondering if I could get a few more kisses from Y/n.

Stupid work call interrupted us.

“Okay Mr. Jung. Sorry to call you past work hours and happy birthday” Mr. Robins said before the line went quiet. He hangs up just as I walk out to the lobby. Jennie, Jaehyun, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook and Y/n laughing. Everyone’s attention turned to me as I walked in, Y/n’s gaze being the only one to linger a bit. She smiles at me before looking back at Jennie who was telling some story.

“So I’m standing at the check in desk, getting files from one of the nurses…” Jennie is sitting down at the table with Jaehyun sitting beside her. Everyone was seated except for Y/n and Jungkook who were standing next to each other near the table.

“He walks up and at first nothing looks wrong cause he’s his hand behind his back.” Jennie continues with her story as I walk up placing myself on Y/n’s other side. I could put my arm around her, or would that be too much?

Don’t want to look like I’m eager, but I am.

As if my internal conflict was heard, Y/n slides an arm around my waist and leans into me.

“I’ve heard this story a few times, but it’s still funny.” She whispers up at me with a smile and turns her attention to Jennie again.

“He says, ‘My hand just hurts a bit.’ So I tell him to write his name down and wait. So this guy brings up his hand that is wrapped up and is literally bleeding like crazy and I’m just staring at him like what the fuck?” Jennie going on.

“Does stuff like that happen a lot?” I whisper to Y/n.

“Oh yeah,” She whispers back, “All the time.”

“I ask him, sir, what happened to your hand? He says, in the calmest voice ever, ‘my circular saw split it in half while I was doing woodwork, and we all just stare at each other. Me, the nurse and the calmly bleeding man.”

I laugh as she explains further, “It was like a scene from ‘The Office’. I looked at the nurse, she looked at me, we both looked at the man and started shouting ‘GET A STRETCHER, I NEED NURSES ON HAND.’ It was horrifying.”

“So what happened to him?” Yoongi asked.

“We stitched up his hand and he was out of there a day later. But he was so calm, that we the doctors had to do the panicking for him,”

The conversation went on with weird topics and I just listened, laughing when someone said something funny.

“Awww,” Taehyung suddenly cooed. Oh no.

“Look how cute Hyung and Y/n look!” He put his hands to his cheeks and giggled.

“That’s my cue to leave!” I groaned, stepping out of Y/n’s hold.

“Wait Hoseok, don’t go! Let us gush over how cute you two look!” Yoongi joined in.

“I have more work to do anyways!” I yell back as I head back to the hallway.

“Y/n,” I say, realizing she isn’t following behind me, “let me know when you’re ready to go. I’ll drive you home.”

She looked surprised but nodded, “Okay.”

I waltz down the hallway and stop at the blue door, punching in the number code on the lock and opening the door enough to pop my head into the soundproof room.

I laid my eyes on the three men who sat tied to a chair, with duct tape on their mouths. Only two of them were awake, the dried blood on their face and cloths evidence of when we brought them in.

They panicked as they saw me, but I only shook my head.

“Oh don’t worry, I'm not finishing up today.” I say before looking into the hallway again to make sure Y/n isn’t coming.

“Honestly,” I start sarcastically, “I really hate the whole torture before killing thing but...you shot my girl, so I guess we all have to deal with the consequences.” I flash a smirk before stepping back and closing the door once again.

My girl.

Has a nice ring to it.

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Whew! 15k! My goodness what a long chapter! So let me know what you think! Do you think you understand Hoseok better?

Was it what you expected? And the things that were going on that Y/n, didn’t see...what did you think about that? Let me know what you think!

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rosetherandomreblogger · 3 years

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I would absolutely love to hear about your psychonauts oc

Sorry, I needed to finish writing down a specific thing that happens but HERE WE GO

Hazel Aquine, incredible hydrokineticist even from an early age. The psychic abilities come from her mother’s side of the family, as her father lacks psychic abilities. Most of the stuff I’m still writing happens in her twenties, but let’s start with her childhood.

Her mother was named Meredith, and her father’s name is Johnathan. Meredith is a good mom, teaches her kid psychic powers when they start revealing themselves, is very supportive of her daughter’s interests, but is very antisocial for Hazel’s tastes. And fun fact- Meredith almost became a psychonaut! The reason she stopped pursuing that dream is because her husband convinced her to be a stay-at-home mother. Honestly, less people to talk to, so it sounded good to her. She ended up dying of Psilirium poisoning.

Her father? Well. He was on the shadier side of things (and was a complete asshole). He, for whatever reason, absolutely abhorred psychics. Probably married Meredith because he thought any kid that came from him would be a non-psychic who he could teach this rhetoric to. Also he sold cocaine to addicts and other dealers. When Hazel is young (think 9) and about to attend Whispering Rocks Psychic Camp for the first time since they live near the area, he takes her to an anti-psychic doctor and has her brain removed, but it only lasts a couple months until her brain is returned to her. In the end, he goes to jail for murder, attempted murder, aggravated assault against a minor, aggravated assault against a Psychonaut, and selling of an illegal drug. Yeah, he planted Psilirium in his house (which wouldn’t affect him bc he wasn’t psychic) which counted as killing his wife and attempting to kill his daughter. When he was found out, he tried to use Hazel as a hostage, hit her, hit a psychonaut, and his drug stash was found. Not a good look.

After that, she went to her aunt, Edith. Edith was married to an airplane pilot lived comfortably in the big city. She makes sure to provide evidence against Johnathan and advocate for her niece. After the trial, she becomes something of a helicopter parent, which is fine enough for Hazel until she reaches the hated Rebellion phase. That’s where things get messy.

Hazel makes three friends in high school, and two of them are very anti-psychic. The other one is very good at telekinesis. Naturally, there’s some friction. It turns to a point where the two psychics eventually try contacting the psychonauts because they’re worried about what their anti-psychic friends could do if left unchecked. This gets them- and Hazel, specifically- into hot water with their “friends.” The two anti-psychics come up with A Plan to get rid of a bunch of psychics. One of them has a bunch of materials (cause a rich dad who also hates psychics) and they get to work. Naturally one of the two let’s the bare bones of The Plan slip to Hazel- and that’s when Hazel and her friend come up with A Plot to mess with their Plan.

What Hazel knows of their plan is ludicrously simple- a bomb under a ceremony hall on a day where Psychonauts and other important psychics are celebrating with remote detonators. The Plan itself is a bit more complex, especially after the bare bones have been told to Hazel on accident.

The Plan is what Hazel knows, plus a few extra things- four 20 lb spheres of Psilirium that will be caught in the blast zone and explode, leaving a bunch of psychics who aren’t killed unable to do at least some of their psychic abilities. There’s also the remote timer- if the bomb isn’t set off by a certain time, a 10 minute timer starts and at the end of it, the bomb detonates whether or not someone presses the button.

The Plot conceived to fight The Plan is a little difficult, but manageable by 17-year-olds. Pull a fire alarm to get everyone out of the building and blast radius, and knock out their old friends thus preventing them from using the remote detonators. This can only go well. /s

The Plot goes wrong very quickly. Certainly people listen to the alarm that was pulled, but Hazel’s telekinetic friend gets all the heat for pulling it and isn’t given a chance to explain herself. Hazel then has to go and fight their old friends by herself. Her hydrokenisis makes it so she wins very quickly- but she has to pull Sasha Nein and Camilla Vodello (who are both interns and a couple years older than her) out of the building and ask politely that they STAY PUT. Do they listen? No. They go and tell their mentors, who are now more willing to listen to Hazel’s friend.

Meanwhile, a detonator beeps, signaling that the ten-minute-timer has now begun. Hazel is on a clock to find this damn bomb and defuse it without proper training of any sort. She knows they’ve put it in the sewers, and is able to find it using a sort of hydrokenisis-based echolocation thing. But by the time she does, she only has three minutes left to defuse the damn thing. So she finds a panel, wrenches it open with her bare hands (because Psilirium) and looks at the wires within. She takes a minute looking at these wires and decides, “ya know what? Fuck it, one of these has to turn this whole thing off.” So she just pulls out all the wires. And it turns the bomb off! It also activates a self defense mechanism. There’s a spring loaded knife with a blade made mostly of Psilirium that plunges into her hand. Left there in incredible pain, she makes a choice and stays exactly where she is. She knows that someone will find her, sooner or later. And they do. It’s Sasha Nein who finds her first, and he uses telekinesis to quickly pick her up off her feet and pull her out of that chamber. From there, Camilla, who was right behind him, scoops her up and levitates her back to the sewer access point she’d used to get down there in the first place.

Hazel has to go to the hospital and gets yelled at by her aunt, but honestly? Worth it. Especially considering she gets a letter soon after that offers her an internship at The Motherlobe.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts oc

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whump-town · 3 years

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Just As Clueless As You

Warnings: cigarettes, underage drinking, past child abuse (for you already know who), and the angst and pain that will come with time

Summary: Emily Prentiss stumbles upon a boy outside of the library one morning and does him a harmless favor. A few months later a poor seating choice makes him her class partner. The rest... she has no idea.

Word Count: 3,057

It's Not Hotchniss-- you'll just have to take my word on that for now

Freshman Year August 1989-April 1990 Semester One: August- December

“Reciprocity”

Waking up on a real mattress is the first dead giveaway that the bed she wakes up in is not her own. Anyone unfortunate to fall for the absolute scheme that is getting a college education knows the back-breaking lumps that are the “mattresses'' supplied to each dorm room on unGodly squealing cheap bed frames that give a shout with each movement. But she’s laying on a real mattress… with no bed frame. She’s really just laying on a mattress laid out right on the floor. For a moment, looking up at a ceiling with water damage and cobwebs she criticizes some of the life choices that she has made getting here. If it were up to her, Emily Prentiss wouldn’t have come to college at all. She isn’t the kind of girl worth wasting that sort of energy on, not when she’s pretty enough to get by on looks and has her mother’s career to fall back on. Her hobbies lie in illegal affairs-- smoking pot and getting drunk. It makes her incredibly social but she’s not book-smart. School just isn’t her thing. (Which is entirely untrue but sometimes self-image distorts lies too near fact hood). Propping herself up on one arm she gathers the sheets up in a bunch in her hand, covering her naked chest from any of the occupants of the room. To call it a room might be a stretch, there’s hardly any room for the mattress on the floor and the desk by her left. She’s also alone she realizes by scanning the room and catching sight of the alarm clock on the floor she understands why. It’s nearly nine-thirty in the morning-- everyone within a ten-mile radius of her is probably in class right now. Well, if you absolve the students like her: campus’s soon to be drop-outs. With a groan she tosses the sheets off of herself, shifting around the room until she can find her clothes and get out of this disgusting house. Without the protection of the sheets, goosebumps break out across her skin. Her naked body shivering against it as she stretches out, raising her arms above her head and heaving a deep yawn. There’s a sticky note waiting for her, informing her that there isn’t any food around but feel free to grab herself some coffee downstairs. She won’t be doing that but at least whoever the guy is he isn’t her typical sleazeball sort. They typically have her walking back home in the dark as soon as they’re done having their fun.

Her clothes have been neatly folded at the end of the bed, even her underwear which is really a surprise. Folding herself back into them, she grimaces at the distinctly dirty feel that they have. The thick scent of booze and cigarette smoke clinging to them doesn’t help. With no hair tie in sight, she knows better than to waste her time looking, she pushes her bangs back with her hands settling on using a pencil she finds on the floor to twist it up and hold it in place. As she’s sliding the pencil against her scalp, securing her hair she spots a joint discarded by the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t waste the energy in contemplating stealing it, just slots it into her back pocket. That will be fun for later, her pregame for the party tonight. A fun little treat for last night. She even finds a Zippo which gets placed in her joint’s neighboring pocket. A real nice treat, indeed. It takes her a moment to get out of the house, the very last thing that she wants is to be seen by any of the other occupants. For the most part, the coast is clear. She thinks she might hear someone downstairs puking but from the stairs to the main door she’s in the clear. There’s no one in sight. With a glance over her shoulder she grabs a round, amber-filled glass she spots sitting turned over on its side by the couch. Giggling as she tucks it under her arm and makes a run for it. The chill of the October morning shakes her thin bones with its just present enough touch ghosting over her bare legs and arms. The weather rarely permits such exposing clothing anymore but the Crown Royal tucked under her arm will warm her right back up, she just needs to make it to the dorms. No sense in wasting good whiskey on a little shivering, not when she has a comforter to crawl into and a hangover to nurse with something cheap and clear. The first time that Emily Prentiss meets Aaron Hotchner he’s fighting the lighter cupped in his hand, standing with his back to the light breeze. He’s shaking from a chill despite it being nearly seventy degrees out and sunny, gripping under his breath and bobbing the unlit cigarette between his teeth as he does so. The large sweater he wears over his boney shoulders does well to hide his thin body but can not save onlookers from the haunted bags under his eyes. They’re the first thing that she notices as she steps up to him. Without a word she flips the lid of her Zippo open, lighting it with an easy flick and holding the flame out for him. He glances at her-- all bloodshot, sleepless brown eyes-- and leans in, fingers trembling as he cups his palms around the Zippo for a protective barrier. Until the end of the cigarette burns bright red and he pulls in a breath, stepping back to get a good shuddering inhale before he pulls off and offers around a plume of smoke, “thanks.” His voice is rasped from the smoke he’s just inhaled but pinched from disuse and he can’t honestly remember the last person he actually talked to. She shrugs, it’s no sweat off her back. This isn’t even her Zipp, well it is now but she didn’t buy it and no one bought it for her. As a semi-excuse for some of her riskier behavior, she made a vow to herself to never let a man put his hands down her pants without her getting something out of it too. Since it’s rarely an orgasm she’s the proud owner of many men’s oversized articles of clothing, small knick-knacks from nightstands, this Zippo, and the joints they leave unattended. It’s just simple reciprocity. “Cigarette?” he offers, holding the box out to her. She lingers just long enough that he assumes she’s a smoker, doing that sort of awkward shuffle that fellow smokers take on before they ask to “bum a smoke”. The same one he does when he runs short at the end of the month and is pretending to have the forethought to consider putting his money to food and not cigarettes. But she shakes her head, tucking her Zippo back into her pocket and walking away. He’d consider it weird if he didn’t know he’d do the same thing. He hasn’t got the time to be messing with skimpily dressed girls, especially

the sort that looks the kind of trouble that she is. He’s here on a pretentious scholarship. The sort that doesn’t blink twice before dismissing students from their program for poor grades and he might have gotten himself here but he is no one’s definition of a genius. He’s going to smoke this cigarette and bask in the sun for as long as he can before going back into the looming walls of the library and to work on an article reflection for his Sociology class. Which he already knows he will get a 92% on because they’re facing the ass end of November and he’s gotten a single hundred on the twenty or so of these reviews he’s written and all the rest the same score of 92. It’s nothing to complain about, that’s a nice score to be sat at, but it irks him just a little to be planted so firmly like that. Unlike Emily Prentiss, his parents could not offer him any real edge or flourish to get him into this college. His father was a lawyer and while he did make great money it was only in the context of the small town they lived in, an impoverished and drug-hungry place. There Aaron was an oddity in every way that a teenager could be-- coming from a household with two college-educated parents, severely underweight from abuse that went entirely unchecked, finding reprieve in the books he could bury himself in, and discovering his best coping mechanism in either the dissociative flick of pages and weight of a book in his hands or chain-smoking. Though he’d never had enough to say to be good at the social aspects smoking can offer. He’s gotten good at standing at the backs of buildings and smoking alone. The stinger, the worst part is that his father has managed to isolate him. Even in death that man never lets him win. According to the will that he left behind his mother can’t give him a dime of the money, nothing to help with tuition or food or to pay for a dorm. If she breaks the terms of his will then she can’t get his pension until Sean’s of age to make decisions about the money. Aaron’s fairly certain that there is nothing legal about that but the will is headed by one of his father’s assistants and everyone in that office was as loyal as dogs to him. Aaron is nothing to them and his mother has never risked anything for him, he knows she won’t start now. Emily is in every way that can be observed by others his opposite. “Knock, knock.” One of the girls from Emily’s floor sticks her head in Emily’s room, flicking on the light to the room without a second thought to the woman buried under the sheets. “Girly,” she says with a shake of her head. “When was the last time you went to class?” She might not be Emily’s closest friend on the floor but she knows she hasn’t seen Emily out of this room for anything more than liquor and parties. Which is none of her business but how can she even hope to do anything without at least doing assignments? They’ll kick her out. Emily groans from under the safe haven of her bedsheets, picking up her head to squint and see who is bothering her. “What do you want?” she asks. “Food. I was going to go to the dining hall, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come with me.” Emily shakes her head, digging her fingers into the tender flesh of her temples as the light makes her head throb and her stomach queasy. She’s hungover and right now she needs to sleep before she self-medicates with the shitty vodka under her pillow and heads to the party they’re having downtown. It’s not a frat party but it’s something and she knows the guy who lives next door. With a groan, she falls back onto her stiff mattress. “I’m good,” she answers. “Catch you another time?” The other girl lingers for just a moment, watching Emily snuggle back into the sheets and she shakes her head. She’s ruining her life. It’s one thing to not place any importance on college, to be the sort of person that just doesn’t see the flourish or point in it. Life is full of balance, not everyone should want to go to college but people like Emily need the balance. People like her need to scrape by and fall flat on their faces-- they need

ups and downs and overwhelming projects to get some sense of what life is actually like. They need a wake-up call and Emily is wasting hers. She’s not strong enough to face the world just yet but if she keeps fucking around like this, nothing her mother does can save her. No money in the world can teach a hard lesson like this one. The night before the meeting she has scheduled with the Dean, the sort that only comes with lots of money and the kind of threats that come from high, scary places, Emily goes out like she always does. Doing exactly as she’d planned: waking up at seven o’clock to shower and apply lipstick that some dumb boy will likely lick and smear off. Placing her bare feet on her cold tiled floor she groans, not even blinking before reaching into her dresser and pulling out Smirnoff she keeps buried under her bras. It stings going down but if she’s patient it’ll dull the splitting ache trying to pry the lobes of her brain open. Burning fingers digging themselves into the soft tissue of her brain. Tonight will end just the last and the one before that. She’ll find a hungry man-- sometimes they look like they’re not waiting for an invite and others that she knows she’s just corrupting-- and let him use her body in exchange for all the liquor she can get down her throat before they can undo her jeans. Wake up, again, in a bed that is not her own and when she’s walking home she’ll find that tall, tree-like kid standing by the back of the library but this time his cigarette will be lit. The expression across his face nearly zin, despite the tears drying against his cheeks. His chin turned up to the sun. She’ll lower her gaze and keep walking. She’s late for her meeting with the Dean. “Miss Prentiss--” Emily recoils, averting her gaze to the old, shitty carpet of the Dean’s office. She hates being called by her last name, hates being something her mother can own. That’s all she’s ever been her entire life, some little flyer for her mother to tac up on her board of accomplishments. An award to float around because motherhood can be commendable if you weaponize it enough. “Emily,” the Dean corrects with a sigh. “You’re on probation, do you understand?” His fingers are steepled on his desk, giving her that look a thousand men before him have given her. She doesn’t even have to look up to know his eyes wander to her breast far too many times to be considered an accident. “I don’t think I have to tell you that this has nothing to do with the school’s faith in your abilities.” Her chest flushes, she can feel the skin heat up under the tone of his voice. Her mother got her into this school, nothing about her grades or her charm. Nothing about Emily is worth anything just the Prentiss she can’t seem to get rid of. “If your grades don’t improve, if you can’t meet the school’s requirements by the end of next semester you will fail out.” He has the most unfortunate voice, so annoying. “Do you understand?” Oh, yeah and he’s a patronizing bastard. She hates it when adults do that shit. Always mocking. Is it not enough they get to listen to themselves go on these long-winded tangents about honor or faith or self-image but to tac that belittling question at the end. To force you to meet their gaze and mumble that you do. All for what? So he can see what her breasts look like when she extends her right hand to shake his? To see if they move when she stands? Fuck him. “Yes, sir,” she says with a nod. “I understand.” She doesn’t shake his hand. Walking out of his office she keeps her head high, refusing to let her emotion show on her face. The heartbreak she feels splitting her chest open. Before she knows it, she’s walking towards the library. She’s never even been inside but she thinks about that boy and the face he’d made this morning. How relaxed he’d looked and she needs that. Needs whatever he found there. To let go of this feeling eating her alive, the sadness she’d told herself she wouldn’t feel when she walked into that office and found that her mother hadn’t even bothered to come. Hadn’t cared to even ask

if Emily was okay. If her behavior was the product of something else. She sinks down against the wall, bringing her knees to her chest, and lets her forehead fall down against them. How could she be so silly? So foolish? Of course, her mother wouldn’t show up to a meeting with the Dean. God, she’s so fucking gullible. So stupid. All she can do is choke on sobs, pulling in shuddering breaths and trying to stifle the sounds she makes. She just wants to burn alive with the anger she feels. To set fire to something and see the destruction. Ruin something. Somewhere between half-expecting the door beside her to fly open and that mess of a boy whose cigarette she’d lit to come out she realizes that she can smell the smoke lingering in the air. He’s had his smoke break and won’t be out anytime soon. For some reason that makes her cry even harder, that she can’t even find comfort in some stranger. But she could just walk into the library and find him, it wouldn’t be that hard. He wears the same thing every time she sees him-- an oversized earth-tone sweater and old jeans. And, as she’s thinking about dragging her sorry ass up and into that library she realizes something. She has the control to go into that building and find the guy. She has the control every night when she goes out to party, to get lost in some boy’s half-assed touches, and cheap liquor. Emily has all of the control. Her mother gave her a second chance, she knows it was purely for the high that old bitch will get when Emily fails out. When Emily finally proves that she’s not good for anything. But she has the control, not her mother. Wiping the tears on her face she pulls in a deep breath and knows. She knows what she’s going to do next. She is going to ruin something. Her mother isn’t right about her. Emily Prentiss turns her face to the sun and she knows exactly what the cigarette boy felt this morning. Release.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #college hotchniss #hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #college au

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s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r · 4 years

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My GIF making process!

I’ve been asked many times for a tutorial, but because I get really detailed, I always get overwhelmed by the idea. But I finally decided to buckle down!

Just so you know: I don’t use PSDs in this, and I don’t import layers to frames or anything like that. I like the hard way—at least in gif making, I believe you get higher quality gifs. Join me as I show you how to make gifs by loading videos directly into the Photoshop timeline and my coloring and sharpening techniques.

Tools used:

Mac OS X (only necessary for the first step, and there are other ways around it with a PC)

Adobe Photoshop

YouTube Purchases (any streaming service will work)

Topics covered:

Obtaining the Source Material

Loading the video file into Photoshop

Prepping, Cropping, and Resizing the Media

Adjustment Layers

Sharpening

Exporting

Obtaining the Source Material

There are a few different methods for obtaining video to work with. Proper YouTube videos are nice, but finding any major motion picture in that format is difficult, if not illegal.

Once I realized I could get really great quality video by doing screen recordings from streaming services, I stopped worrying about finding (and pirating) high resolution video files. So now, I just go to whichever streaming service I need to, pick out the movie or show, find the spot, and record small snippets.

Mac screen recording instructions:

On a Mac, Command+Shift+5 will bring up the screen recording dialogue.

Resize the frame of what you want to record within the browser.

Go to a second or two before, press the “record” button, and then begin playing the video, remembering to keep your cursor out of the recording box.

Use the Space bar to pause your video when you’ve gotten the snippet you need. Stop the screen recording by clicking the ⏹ button that is in your menu bar at the top of the screen.

Important: when the recording appears in the bottom right of your screen, click on it, and then trim the video on either end. This will help your computer convert the video file to the type that can be opened by Photoshop.

Click “done” and it will appear on your desktop, ready to be used!

PC Users: ??? Here’s a Google search I did for you

Loading the video file into Photoshop

Lots of people use this process for making gifs (a great tutorial!). I didn’t even know it existed until last summer, when I’d already been giffing for years. I wish I could still do something like that with these screen recordings, but the files are absolutely HUGE, especially on Macs with double retina displays, which actually increase the dpi by a lot. Making screencaps of them fills up my hard drive, almost immediately—even when I’ve got 20 gigs of free space to work with. So what do we do? We just. Open the file. In Photoshop. Et voila!

You can do this with any type of video, not just screen recordings.

Prepping, Cropping, and Resizing the Media

When Photoshop loads your videos up, it makes the video hilariously fast (something about frame conversion). You must slow it down for it to look natural. THIS MUST BE DONE BEFORE YOU RESZE. Your Photoshop timeline window should be at the bottom of the screen. See that little triangle in the top right of the video?

Click on it, and a menu will appear to change speed and duration.

Change the speed first- usually between 80-85% will seem realistic. (I actually went a little faster than I usually would on this at almost 86%—I don’t recommend this)

Press the button next to duration and pull the toggle all the way to the far right (if you don’t do this, full length of the video will be cut off).

Now you’ll want to crop it. Ever since Tumblr upped its GIF size limit, I have been playing around with 7:5 ratios, but let’s go with 3:2 for now. Use the Crop tool, pick out 3:2 in the top left (it may say 2:3, but you can switch that) and then find the most suitable spot in your gif for that. Hit enter on your keyboard.

Some things to keep in mind when cropping:

Most videos come in 16:9 ratio (BoRhap is even wider). If it’s a wide shot, you’ll need to do the full 16:9 to not lose anything. Of course, experiment and find what’s right for you!

As you can see above, I moved forward in the timeline and made the crop to a point in the video when the broadest movement was happening.

Certain videos WILL have a black or red bar that may be imperceptible until you’ve already exported the gif. Just crop in a little tighter on top and bottom to avoid them.

Now you’ll need to resize your gif to be the correct size for Tumblr. If you don’t use Tumblr’s exact dimensions, your gifs (as uploaded) will appear blurry or pixellated. We’re doing a full-width gif here, which is 540px. On a Mac, I use Command+Option+I (for “Image Size) to open the resize dialogue. You can also find it under Image->Image size...

Make sure to also have “Resample” checked. Lately I’ve been playing around to see if different options are better. Most GIF makers use “Bicubic Sharper (Reduction)” and they are not wrong to do so. I’ve just been unhappy with it lately, so I have been trying this other setting out, “Bicubic (smooth gradients)”.

Click OK. A dialogue may come up that asks if you want to convert to a Smart Object. The answer is yes, okay, do it. The only major caveat is that you can’t go back and change the timeline speed. That’s why we did it first. But you can preview the speed now that it’s smaller, and if you don’t like it, use Command+Z (or “Undo”) and go back a couple steps to get the speed you like.

You may find, especially on a Mac screen (and possibly other displays), that at 100% your gif looks too small to be 540px. That is the curse and blessing of working with super-high resolution hardware. Zoom in to 200% and proceed about your business. This is what it will look like on Tumblr.

You may find it helpful at this point to begin by defining the beginning and end of your gif by moving around these bumpers. It’s safe to keep gifs under 02:00f in length. Under half of 01:00f will be way too short. (I tend to overshoot in length and then trim the beginning and the end once I see how big the gifs are upon exporting.)

Adjustment Layers

Now the creativity and fun begin!

There are a LOT of ways to get creative here. I’m going to keep it simple, very simple, but I strongly recommend opening up a new adjustment layer of each type and trying to figure out what each does!

You’ll find the adjustment layer menu at the bottom of the Layers window.

Curves

There are a lot of ways to make Curves work for you! It can do the job of Brightness/Contrast, it can do Levels, it can do Color Balance! We’re going to use it mainly to help with brightness here, but also to level out some of the tones. One of the quick tricks you can do is use the droppers on the left side of the Properties window. There are three- one with a white tip, one gray, one black. These can help define what your white tones are (and whether they need to be more of one color or another), and so on with your blacks. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t; in this case, I think it doesn’t:

That looks totally blown out and somehow also too dark!

So instead, we’re going to use that little hand with the finger pointing out and some arrows pointing up and down. This lets you define which sections you want to get brighter or darker, and how much. It doesn’t do color correction. In the example below, you can see I dragged up on a white spot and down on a dark spot. Then, I moved points around on the curve itself to refine (which the gif here doesn’t show...).

Vibrance/Saturation x2

Next, I’ve been using @gwil-lee‘s Vibrance/Saturation trick (I know you said you learned it from someone else, but I learned it from you!).

Create a Vibrance Adjustment layer, bump the values up a bunch, and then change its Fill to somewhere between 2-9%. Change the Blend Mode to Color Burn. Then make a copy of that layer keeping everything the same, but make it Color Dodge. I can’t quite define what these do, but it makes it punchier!

Color Balance

Most people are familiar with this. For this gif, I’m going to make the shadows more Cyan/Blue and the highlights more Red/Yellow. Just a few points each.

Exposure

I brought the Exposure up a bit, but not enough for you to need to read about, haha.

Selective Color

Here’s where you make fine adjustments to colors. This particular scene is extremely simple, color-wise, so keep it simple. I’m going to bump up the cyans/blues, take up the black by just a point or two, and maybe bump up the yellows and reds a tiny bit. (And as always, remember, the “opposite” of cyan is red, the opposite of magenta is green, and the opposite of yellow is blue. CMY/RGB!)

I think at this point I’m going to call it with the adjustment layers. You can go absolutely hogwild with more of them! But at this point, I’m ready to start sharpening!

Sharpening

I do three sharpening filters these days. These are all under Filter->Sharpen. Make sure your media layer (default called Layer 1) is selected as we go through this! (Also, this can really take a toll on your processor, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

Sharpen- This layer does the basic job

Smart Sharpen (Amount: 10%, Radius: 10, Reduce Noise: 4% Gaussian Blur)- This layer gives texture

Smart Sharpen (Amount: 500, Radius: 0.3, Reduce Noise: 12% Gaussian Blur)- This layer gives refined sharpening and smoothing

Fiddle with these as needed! Let your gif play all the way through- this may go slowly as your processor works on it. Make sure the beginning and end points make sense.

Exporting

After You’re going to have to use File->Export->Save For Web (Legacy)... or use the shortcut of Shift+Option+Command+S. This could take some time for the dialogue to pop up! Be patient.

In my opinion, these are the best gif export settings for crisp edges and no noise:

Now you see how big the file is in the bottom left. Tumblr won’t let you upload anything bigger than 10MB and it’s safer to stay under 9MB, in my experience. When your gif is too big, you have a couple options. You can close the dialogue and change the length of your gif.

OR, you can uncheck “Interlaced” and bump up the lossy to 1 or or more. This will create noise. Sometimes, that’s a good thing!

Here’s without lossy:

Here’s WITH lossy: (Honestly in a fast moving gif like this, it’s almost imperceptible, but I can see it!)

And now that I’ve exported, I can see what there’s a little black line on the bottom! So I’m going to trim that off and call it good! You can see the full gifset here.

Hope you enjoyed! Reblog if you try this out or learned anything. Feel free to reach out with questions any time!

#gif tutorial #tutorial #creator tag #my gifs #rami malek

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA Headcanons : General World Building - Heroics

Distinctions, Alert Systems, Police and Heroics Education:

(this is a long post so I’m putting it under the cut)

On Patrol vs On Call Patrol

A dedicated route or set of routes a hero walks on a schedule. During patrols, they will respond to villain attacks, talk with the public and generally exist.

For Aboveground heroes this isn’t the main way villain attacks are located but instead, serve as a deterrent.

Underground heroes rely more on patrol to find villain attacks and crimes being committed as many of the work in areas/times that don’t have many opportunities to receive villain alerts.

On-Call

On call times can vary between 2-hour shifts to 36-hour shifts.

It’s most common to have 1-2 heroes or sidekicks per agency on call at any given time, and it’s preferred to have all high population density areas with at least one hero able to arrive at any given part of it at all times.

Induvial Radius vs Agency Radius

A hero’s radius is dependent on the distance they can cover without assistance from another hero in 10 minutes. It’s pretty rough, but basically, the more mobile a hero is, the bigger their radius.If a villain attack occurs within a hero’s radius, they will be alerted.

An agency radius is the amount of a city one hero agency covers. It's very common for these areas to have massive overlap in high-density areas but in small towns the nearest hero may be a 2-hour drive away. If a villain attack occurs in the agencies radius the agency will receive an alert and may respond as it feels fit. Some agencies have dedicated staff to watch for these alerts, some of them just have a computer with the alert app open and facing someone’s desk.

Villain Event Threat Radius

The more serious a villain attack, the larger the radius of the alert. Agency/Hero radius that intersect with the villain radius receive the alert. In the event no heroes are nearby, the nearest agencies and active heroes are alerted.

Alert System

The Alert system is based off a few systems.

Trustworthy alert

Alerts posted by Heroes (on and off duty), Hero related staff, police or dedicated panic buttons in high-risk areas.

General Alert

An Alert posted by any member of the general public with an alert app.

Social media posts can also be used to tag an alert.

Alert Types

In Radius Active Heroes

The alert goes out to the agency phone of all in radius heroes that are on call or on patrol.

If additional information is known – like if this isn’t a villain’s first offence – this will be provided with the alert. In progress villain attacks will show up on the alert map to any hero with the alert app.

In Radius Agencies

The Agencies in the radius of the villain event will be sent an alert along with all active in radius heroes.

All Alert

All heroes and agencies receive the alert, regardless of if they are on duty or not. These are very rare.

Police and Pro interaction

They don’t really have the best relationship. Working with Aboveground heroes is a ride because a lot of them are pretty egotistical and get paid way too much money for the amount of good they do. Police aren’t underpaid but they aren’t nearly as well paid as popular heroes.

Pros need to hand over villains and paperwork to dedicated police divisions. Dealing with heroics paperwork is viewed as literally the worst job you can be stuck with because most of them write exactly the bare minimum of information in terrible handwriting. It’s not uncommon for the paperwork to be lightly scorched or otherwise damaged.

Underground heroes and police tend to be buds because they really empathise with each other and bond over their mutual distaste for Aboveground heroes. They also work together quite closely beyond the basic “here is the villain, here is my paperwork, bye”.

When you call the police, what happens?

Rather then asking “Police, fire or ambulance?” its “Police, fire, ambulance or villain response?”

Villain response acts basically like a police response, the police route a nearby active hero to the location specified by the caller.

Some police responses will request backup by a hero if the situation is dangerous.

Criminal vs Villain Distinction

As soon as a quirk is used in the committing of a felony, the charge is changed from criminal to villain, increasing the severity of the punishment drastically.

Misdemeanour crimes involving quirks are a case by case basis but largely waived as simple crimes.

Terroristic actions with or without the use of a quirk are also classed as villainy – and were the basis for the first villain sentencing laws when the quirk riots first cropped up.

Crime vs Villain attack

A hero will not be called to the scene of a non-violent and low-risk crime but may respond if they witness it taking place. This is controversial because there are no mandatory classes regarding these situations in the heroic’s curriculum guidelines + heroes have a much looser definition of excessive force. Many hero schools do teach this in their later years.

Crimes in which the police have reason to suspect the crimes will turn violent the police may call in a supporting hero. Police are not licensed to use their quirks but are licensed to use whatever weapons they are provided.

Public quirk usage is seen as probable cause for police/hero intervention, including quirks that can’t be turned off such as mutation types. This is because a responding hero/officer can not be expected to know if the quirk in question is mutation or transformation, ie, passive or active.

Profiling based on quirks is discrimination and very much illegal, but still often done.

Non-combat Heroes and Situations

Natural Disaster response

Receive bonus pay rates depending on the severity of the natural disaster.

A natural disaster is typically an agency alert and a patrolling hero alert. Heroes will respond to rescue victims and preform preliminary clean up work to make the area safe for emergency personnel.

Not all heroes are qualified medics but those who are often hang back to treat injured victims and calm witnesses.

Post attack clean-up and rescue

Not the job of a responding hero but it’s seen as pretty rude just to leave the scene without putting in a token effort to help clean up the mess you made. If the damage is bad enough area agencies will be alerted or specialty clean up heroes will be called in.

Interestingly: it's not legally the job of a hero to recuse anyone from anything other than a villain but basic morality keeps them from leaving people to die. Time spent cleaning up and rescuing people does count for hours worked in the calculation of pay.

Types of Hero (Not exclusive, often just their primary focus)

Rescue

Respond to natural disasters and villain clean up primarily, but are combat trained and will be alerted to villain attacks in the area

Often either with non-combat focused quirks or quirks so destructive they aren’t safe to use on other people.

Intel

Do a lot of information gathering, undercover work etc. Were more common when the big crimes rings were still a major issue but have lost popularity as a focus after.

Tend to be very intelligent – with or without information gathering quirks. While their pictures are on the heroic’s registry it’s not uncommon for the quirk section to be very vague, often with just the name.

Work quite closely with police and underground heroes.

Fully combat-trained as all heroes are but specialise in spearheading attacks, planning and information collection. Often work with brokers to gather information.

Combat

Work primarily in villain suppression and apprehension. Most of the more famous heroes work in primarily in combat but may dabble in other areas.

Make the most money from general advertisements, often head agencies, tend to have the most sidekicks. Almost exclusively flashy – combat focused quirks.

Underground

Salaried pay – more closely connected to police but still fully licensed heroes that completed a hero training course (any education level).

Often do undercover work for the police as they are licensed to kick butt if things go south, so they are kept out of the media. (referred to as [Hero Unnamed] in unclassified reports – but the internet has a fascination with them so if you dig hard enough you tend to find a bit of info.)

Listed by name and ID number only in the national registry of heroes when other heroes are listed with a picture and their quirk.

It’s not uncommon for them to work with criminals to get the job done. Not exactly illegal but not really encouraged.

Pay calculation

It’s an overly complicated formula, but it’s a base rate multiplied by and effectiveness score – applied to total hours worked.

The effectiveness score takes into account the average amount of villain events a hero responds to, the amount of property damage the hero deals.

Bonus pay rates are paid for responding to natural disasters to counteract the lack of villains in the typical recuse hero’s line of work.

Underground heroes are paid a basic salary with bonuses for special missions and can get raises if they prove to be particularly effective. The salary comes with a certain number of hours an underground hero is expected to work but it’s very common for them to work longer.

National Heroic’s Registry

A data base of all Heroes, past and present, with their ID number, name and typically their quirk and photo available for public viewing.

There is a classified version of this available for hero offices and government officials have the full information for all registered heroes coupled with a brief summary of their fighting style, specialties, pay rate and general patrol route.

There have been multiple scandals where the information of retired underground heroes was leaked, leading to a string of revenge killings. Leaks are less devastating for aboveground heroes but there have been some nasty fights about pay rates.

Schooling

Middle School

Heroic’s Prep Schools

Super expensive schools in Japan that honestly don’t help much. Often populated by kids with rich parents. It’s basically a normal middle school with a souped-up Phys ed. Program and a once a week class on the very basics of heroics. No hero school worth its salt looks to see if a heroics prep. Middle school was attended

High School

Full Hero Course

Most common in Japan and America, this system is frowned upon in many other parts of the world for introducing young children to violence too early.

Japan’s main system for entry into heroics.

This consists of a High School level education being given alongside Hero – Specific courses. Over ages 15-18 in Japan/America – 12-18 in countries without middle school. These countries tend to cram most of the high school level content into the years 12-16, then from 17-18 preform more intensive hero training compared to the light physical conditioning from previous years. Students are encouraged to take a form of martial arts/boxing etc prior to the intensive years.

Typically students attempt their provisional licenses in the third year; high quality schools like UA and Shiketsu opting to take it in their second year. However, this exam can be taken whenever with the backing of a Pro Hero (typically the teacher, but in some cases where younger members of a hero family wish to get a head start, or simply to remain safe if their family is targeted, a family member or friend may sponsor you.)

Tertiary education

Apprenticeships

AKA the other way to get into heroics in Japan. One interns under a Pro Hero for a certain number of hours under a special apprenticeship license, takes a few mandated exams, takes the provisional license exam, takes a few more mandated tests on protocol (think like – a drivers license test but it’s about just how much you can kick in a villain’s face) and then can take their final practical exam to gain their full license.

Most popular in former English colonies. Other than America. England was the first country to adopt this system and other members of the Commonwealth picked it up pretty quickly.

Aren’t mandated to complete a high school level of education, and it’s often thought of as a way to get people with poor grades into the system or as something for more rural areas of Japan with smaller agencies and no near-by heroics schools.

Universities / Colleges

Mostly a European and American thing, don’t exist for heroics in Japan.

Often for those who decided to be a hero after they finished high school or those who lacked the grades to enter a top hero course in America, in Europe its basically the default method of entering into heroics.

A University course in heroics after completing the high school hero course is recommended and required in some states in America. Going into support professionally is a 4-year degree and is highly competitive.

#BNHA Headcanons #bnha #thats a lot of words my friends

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Emily Dyer

=BASIC INFO= FULL NAME: Lydia Jones (birth name) NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS(ES): Emily Dyer, the Doctor, Survivor PRONUNCIATION(S): Em-i-lee AGE: 27 GENDER: Female SPECIES: Human BIRTH DATE: March 17th SEXUALITY: Bisexual =PERSONALITY= PERSONALITY: Calm, collected, mild mannered, serious, intelligent, responsible, straightforward, nervous (at times), paranoid EMBODYING QUALITY/IDEA: A doctor who is always trying to do what is best for her patients, as she’s made too many mistakes in the past to allow them to repeat. LIKES: Books, herbs, helping people, treating patients, DISLIKES: Coyotes, not being useful, lying FEARS: Having her past catch up to her WEAKNESSES: She is too paranoid and is very quick to think people are out to get her and know about her secrets. Most of the time, she catches herself when she’s spiraling and calms down, but this happens many times every day. STRENGTHS: She is very responsible in a motherly way. If one of the other survivors doesn’t take care of themself, she will scold them in a caring way and will help them. SPECIAL/SIGNIFICANT BELONGINGS: Her syringe that she heals with. =PHYSICAL AND HEALTH INFO= HEIGHT: 5′5″ WEIGHT: 126 lbs BODY TYPE: Physically weak, but not fragile. Slim and of average height. JEWELRY: Simple stud earrings PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Earrings SCARS/DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A =RELATIONSHIP INFO= RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse dependent PARENTS: James (alive) and Sarah (deceased) Jones SIBLING(S): Sarah Ann (younger sister, deceased), John, Alexander, Thomas (older brothers, alive) – BEST FRIEND(S): verse dependent (probably emma) FRIENDS: Emma ACQUAINTANCES: other survivors ASSISTANTS: N/A GUARDS: N/A ALLIES: Survivors PETS/SPECIAL ANIMALS: N/A – ENEMIES: Freddy, Kreacher (she just doesn’t like them) MAIN ENEMY(IES): Hunters MOST HATED: Herself =STORY INFO= STATUS: Alive BACKSTORY: Lydia Jones was born into a middle class family and the youngest of five children. She had three older brothers and one older sister. Her father was an excellent shoemaker, which is where the family’s currency came from. Her brothers helped their father with the family business, which left Lydia to tend to their family as a “woman should do” in that time. Her sister, Sarah Ann, died at the young age of 6 (Lydia was only 5 at the time) which severely damaged her mother’s mental health. On top of mental health, her mother developed the illness typhus, which only made her more mentally ill. Lydia was the only one who could take care of her since her brothers and father were so busy with the business. Lydia dealt with her mother’s harsh outbursts and cared for her until her death three years later. Tending to her mother affected her greatly, as she developed a resolve that she would never let someone die of an illness if she could help it ever again. It also made her interested in the medical field and learn of how mental illness can take over someone’s mind. After her mother died, she completed her primary education. Her father was willing to pay for a bit of college for her, but he didn’t believe a woman should get too much of an education and instead take care of the family from home. After getting a taste of med school, Lydia knew that this is what she wanted to do with her life for sure. She started doing minor procedures on her peers in order to make enough money to continue her education, often experimenting on herself to learn what her schooling hadn’t taught her yet. After graduating, she opened her own clinic. Lydia’s clinic started off strong but quickly began to plummet in money—after all, who would ever want to go to a female doctor when they could go to a male one? In order to compensate for her lack of funds, she began to offer secret—and illegal—treatments to patients who actually would want a female doctor performing on them. To make money for the business, Lydia began to perform abortions on her patients, no matter what the circumstance was—as long as they could pay. During this time, she also volunteered to work at the White Sand Street Asylum on Wednesdays. This started out to help people with mental disorders like her mother had, but soon the people here started to force her to do procedures she didn’t want to do—one of them being electroshock therapy on Lisa Beck, who Lydia promised to cure and was unsuccessful. It got to the point where Lydia started to refuse to treat the patients at the mental asylum—that was the first mistake she made. After refusing to ever come back, Lydia became terribly paranoid that she would get in serious trouble for not doing as the asylum wants of her. Soon, while she was in the middle of an abortion patient’s treatment—for Martha Remington—, Lydia began to fear that the people who work for the asylum were just outside her clinic and that she had to run. The paranoia heavily disrupted her decision making and she left Martha and her unborn child on the operating table to die. It wasn’t until the next day that Lydia realized just what she had done. Realizing she’s ruined not only her reputation but her life, Lydia became on the run and changed her name to “Emily Dyer”. Emily was distraught and didn’t know what to do with her life, that is, until she received a mysterious letter telling her to go to a manor and play a game to right one of her past wrongs. Now, she has taken it upon herself to heal whoever needs her at this manor and to make sure Emma Woods—or Lisa Beck—is alright. At least now she could save Lisa... – PLACE OF BIRTH: England PAST LIVING QUARTERS: England CURRENT AND FUTURE HOMES: Oletus Manor – NATIVE LANGUAGE(S): English LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Bits of French =TALENTS/OCCUPATION/EDUCATION= OCCUPATION/JOB: Doctor (previously) BOSS: Herself (owned her own clinic) TALENTS: Medical knowledge YEARS OF EDUCATION: 17 LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Med school graduate (top of her class) =GAMEPLAY= WEAPON/ITEM: The elixir in her syringe can heal any injuries no matter what is broken or wounded. Med Master: Carries around a syringe and can heal herself when wounded. The Doctor can heal fatal wounds quickly. Whenever the syringe is used to heal herself, her injuries are reduced by 25% and the time required for self-healing is reduced by half. Due to her medical background, syringes are not depleated when used. Med Elite: Can detect and heal even the slightest injuries. The speed of healing others is increased by 60%, and self-healing speed is increased by 20%. All teammates’ healing speed is increased by 5%. Haughty: Physically weak. Vaulting speed is decreased by 10%. Veterans: Veterans are more vigilant than novices and gain an additional 2 sec boost when hit. EXTERNAL TRAIT: N/A ABILITY: N/A PERSONA: Spectator, Borrowed Time =VERSES= ~ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶦᵈᵉⁿᵗᶦᵗʸ~ |COA Verse|: Lydia Jones was once the doctor of a crew of pirates. She was strict, witty, and allowed for no bullshit on the ship—a force to be feared and respected. But after a disaster that destroyed her ship and killed her crew, Lydia died along with her found family—until she was brought back to life by the Netherwalker. Now under the impression that her name is Emily and with no memories of her life before, this Rebirthed woman struggles to find her place within the Abyss. She wants to aid in the heroes of the Bureau but little does she know that she is merely a puppet for their greatest enemy to tow with. ~ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵉˢᵗᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵉ; ᶠᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ~ |Hunter Verse| Alias: The Black Death Past: Emily—or Lydia, at the time—wanted to be a surgeon. She found a certain thrill in the sight and smell of blood, and she wanted to “help” her patients by removing their “injured parts” permanently... But during the plague, surgeons weren’t at all needed and instead forced to work as regular doctors. When Lydia got ill with the Bubonic Plague, however, she didn’t die—not all the way. She continued to “live” and soon found her body was decomposing itself, so to regain her youth and beauty, she “borrows” the skin of unsuspecting people and operates on herself to replace her decayed skin with healthy flesh. She came to the manor so she can operate on more patients, and she was never one to turn down a bit of blood and pain~ (Ask me for a pic of what she looks like, cause I’ve drawn it out!!) Abilities: Emily has scalpels attached to her fingers. This and her medical knowledge allows her to make the most of her attacks, giving her attacks worth 1.5%. She can see the outline of anyone who is injured (beyond 25%) that’s within her fear radius—even on the very edge—due to her medical knowledge. She can create a mist thick with dangerous bacteria around an area, and the longer a survivor spends in this area, the more their health drains until they are incapacitated. ~ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ~ |Out of the Manor Verse|: This is a verse that all of my muses have. This ‘verse’ contains all AU threads, crossovers, and just any interaction that doesn’t take place within Oletus Manor.

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#{ Mun Things }#{ About }#~ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉˀ ʷʰᵒ ᶦˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉˀ~ [Emily Dyer]

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Overwatch OC Review: Phuong Nguyen, “Phuong”

Sent in by @kokizuki! @chiefpharah! Review under read more.

Appearance: Phuong is 5'3" tall with black hair and near black eyes. her default skin is her stage magicians outfit! she wears a dark violet jacket with tailcoats over a white button up, accompanied with dark violet slacks. her accessories include: a violet + red velvet top hat, a velvet bow tied under her collar, a yellow rose, pearl earrings, and a belt full of canisters.

Effective design! It certainly matches Overwatch’s charm for being thematic and detailed.

she got her gauntlets and leg prosthetics from her former circus to complete her stage outfit. her gauntlets are hard light compatible, and she uses them for her magic acts, including the production of her throwing knives (her standard weapon).

Full name: Phuong Nguyen (both common Vietnamese names)

Callsign: it’s just Phuong! she’s a performing magician, so unless you strongly recommend a stage name, i want her to be addressed by her first name

Judging by how she styles herself, I think she’d be suited for a bold stage name. Performing magicians always present themselves with an air of superiority and awesomeness- it’s how they win the audience.

At least, that’s my understanding of performing magicians. “Phuong” is still fine too.

Age: 29 years old

Sex: female

Sexuality, romance: a lesbian very comfortable in her sexuality! :> i ship her with Tracer and Emily romantically, but it’s not canon in her lore because i simply can’t find a way to connect them story-wise?

Both at once? So it’s a polyamorous lesbian triangle. It will be difficult to pull it off since it’s not confirmed (according to my information) if they are open to polyamory, so if you want it canon you’ll have to push your headcanons on canon characters. The shipping is harmless though.

Nationality: Vietnamese

Ethnicity: Vietnamese, as well!

Language/s: Vietnamese, English, Russian (from her former work)

Base of operations: Saigon, Vietnam (but she travels frequently due to her work)

Occupation: Phuong’s a solo-performing magician! she built up her reputation from her former circus by making acts primarily with hard light, a new practice in the entertainment world. as a very well-known celebrity from both her talent and charm, she often tours to spread as much happiness and hope as she physically can.

Affiliations: Dove’s Eye Circus (formerly)

GAME WISE

Health: 200

Armor: 0

Shields: 0

Role: offense! i picture her as a ★★-difficulty fast-moving player who does well at close combat, due to her higher melee damage, and someone who can easily jump into the fight when a bulk of her team is already there. she’s extremely mobile at a level similar to Genji, especially with her passive. an effective Phuong playing style is using height advantage to use Clapperclaw and getting as close to use melee. (as a lil heads up though, most of my worry about her is her move set being too defense-y, so additional attention would be greatly approached!)

Weapons: her main weapon is knives she rapidly produces with her hard light gauntlets! her primary fire is Light Toss (left mouse), which is long range. its default is throwing 2 knives at a time, but it’s chargeable (like Zenyatta’s secondary fire) to have a set of 2/4/6 knives. the charge time for each stage is .2 seconds, output is 8/14/28 damage, and reload time is 1.7 seconds.

Secondary fire: none

Melee: she slashes with two knives, with an output of 60 damage (that might be too high though?)

Maybe so. I’m not sure about the usual melee damage range of Overwatch heroes, but I believe cutting it down to 45 damage should do it.

Abilities:

Review posted in your updated ability post!

- passive: High Jump (due to her prosthetics, Phuong is able to jump higher distances, accessing heights others may not be able to reach; can also grip walls for .5 seconds)

- shift: Clapperclaw (at a high distance in midair, Phuong directs her fall at her target, damaging them with her claws; 50 damage, 3 second cooldown)

- e key: Bullet Catch (can catch bullets/projectiles with her gauntlets, but does not direct them back, kind of like a half Genji deflect; duration 3 seconds, 8 second cooldown)

- right mouse: Dove’s Ditty (short range, healing for one ally (attaches to closest teammate, prefers teammate with lowest hp), heals 50 health per 3 seconds, 15sec cooldown)

note: i’ve listed three abilities, but i was thinking that the additional ability makes up for her lack of secondary fire (like Doomfist).

Ultimate: Phuong’s ult is Chainsaw Trick, which traps enemies in a radius within hologram boxes she creates with hard light. In the next sequence of her animation, she pulls a chainsaw out of her hat to attack her trapped enemies. The chainsaw has enhanced damage with 95 damage per swing. The enemies that aren’t currently being sliced by her chainsaw are stunned for a 5 second duration.

Signature quote: hostile, self ult line is “Ready for my showstopper?” and friendly ult line is “Tune in for the show!”

Skins: her rare skins are based off suits of cards! she also has two epic skins: Rock Dove (which is based on her dove/magic theme) and Lotus (the national flower of Vietnam).

her legendary skins include: Ao Dai (a traditional Vietnamese dress meant for the Lunar New Year Event), Skvader/Wolpertinger (not yet designed; based off the similar mythological winged rabbits), and Prophetess/Soothsayer (not yet designed; meant to be fantasy sorcerer kind of clothes).

I love the inclusion of Vietnamese cultural elements. Overwatch is a highly culturally diverse organization and it makes me glad to see people make use of that fact.

LORE WISE

Bio(short): i’m not very confident in my full bio, so i held off from making a short one!

Bio(full): she grew up in the first Omnic Crisis in Saigon, Vietnam. her parents were poor farmers, and she spent her childhood helping them + going back and forth from the city running errands for extra cash. as a young adult in her 20s, she found work in Dove’s Eye Circus after her enthusiasm for their work was reviewed by the ringleader. when she was taken in, she did some maintenance work helping the circus travel (Dove’s Eye performed in a route from Vietnam to Russia).

How did the first Omnic Crisis affect her in Saigon? You can also reason why it didn’t, but you better be good. The global omnic uprising isn’t exactly something anyone can sleep over.

the circus carried and left cargo at certain pit stops which confused Phuong, but she paid no mind to it (the circus was kind enough to gift her a job so why question it?). after receiving a shipment of hard light tech, the circus taught Phuong to create magic acts with it. since hard light was still incredibly new to the public (i estimate this is around the time Vishkar introduced hard light), Phuong became a sensation w the circus’s already existing popularity.

How did a travelling circus acquire such cutting edge technology? If it is around the time hard light technology was unveiled the world, then I don’t believe Vishkar’d let any little bit just slip away from them.

she enjoyed her work immensely, making people smile as she did when she first saw the circus, and developed a very attached loyalty to the circus. in a stop to Russia, while dropping off shipments, her circus was violently attacked by a Talon branch to steal their cargo. in the fight, Phuong got blasted by a grenade and lost her legs from the knee down.

You can probably align this with my earlier point. Instead of a Talon team, it could be criminal mercenaries under the employ of Vishkar.

she had to stay in recovery for weeks under the medical care of the circus staff, and once she was given prosthetics, she fell even deeper in her loyalty to Dove’s Eye.

How so? What drew her closer to Dove’s Eye, seeing replacements of her loss? Or is it the realization of how important Dove’s Eye really is to her? Is it from reeling from the heat of battle did she understand her love for the circus?

when she recovered though, she couldn’t let go of the Talon attack and the shifty business the staff had when transferring goods to and from stops. after some snooping through logbooks and laptops, she learned that the circus was illegally distributing + selling, and even stealing, tech and weapons for money. page after page, screen after screen, she found herself horrified that she was associated with such a corrupt organization. however, her extreme loyalty to the circus made her reluctant to think of resisting. despite her newly-gained knowledge, she not only went along w their illegal activity, but also cooperated with them, as the staff knew of Phuong’s revelations. she helped them transfer their goods through strictly negotiations, though she sometimes got into physical fights in the name of self defense and defense of her coworkers.

Admittedly, it does take a lot for someone’s loyalty and trust in a group that feels like home to them to waver in the face of a terrible truth. However, it doesn’t feel like you adequately established her loyalty. How did she grow to love the circus? Her job? Did her fellow performers feel like family? Did she enjoy the constant moving? What made her so loyal?

What led her to cooperate with something she found so hideous? Did she figure she would get punished? Did the punishment weigh more to her than the morally upright path?

Phuong continued w her magic acts, which gave her comfort in the suddenly unfamiliar environment she placed so much trust in. when the Second Omnic Crisis broke out, Phuong had extreme guilt about how much her circus was contributing to the new war in Russia through their distributions of tech and weapons to both sides. with information she fought for and stole from the ringleader, she exposed the hell out of her circus and was an integral part to their shutdown. from then on, Phuong performed solo and rose to be an international celebrity from her experience and charm

Personality: Phuong is a very coolheaded person who is dedicated to her craft and life mission. her life mission? to spread hope and happiness to those around her, no matter the cause. and she takes it extremely seriously, making her a very altruistic and charitable person. she takes it to the point where her obsession causes her to neglect her own needs and wants (but i’ll save that for later! :>)

like i’ve mentioned before, Phuong’s a successful magician and entertainer, so she’s naturally a charismatic and people pleasing person. what kinda makes her stand out to her fans though is the extent of compassion and exhaustion she’ll push herself for her fans. she’s on tour often and is constantly trying to think of new tricks to satisfy her audience and is always trying to make her fans smile and laugh a lil. she tends to be hands on w her fans, frequently having meet and greets and runs past her own security to high five a fan. maybe two. she’s as involved as she is because she solely believes that her life purpose is to give people hope and happiness. (take note: she feels she’s FATED for this, it’s not just an interest) (also, the repetition of hope comes from her dove theme!)

Beautiful character ;-;

with company, she’s a good conversationalist with the right amount of snark and is pretty chill. she likes to flirt and tease and finds nothing in it, so she doesn’t get flustered by it when other people do the same. she will, however, be very grateful and almost shy if you tell her how much you respect her work and spirit.

Not too shy I hope! A magician’s best quality is their confidence!

Relationships: i don’t mention Overwatch in my bio? i think she could be recruit material due to her knowledge of hard light, so these are possibilities if i decided to add Overwatch to her bio! these would affect in-game interactions too, i suppose

- Tracer and Emily: Phuong very much admires Lena as the embodiment of compassion and determination she is! Phuong also loves Emily for her cheeriness, and the three are just a bunch of big ol lesbians

- Symmetra: Phuong’s paid attention to Satya’s hard light work through media (since Phuong also uses hard light for magician work), and although she admires Satya for her skill, she feels sorry for her. Phuong herself has been tied to a criminal circus she dedicated her life to, so she feels some sympathy to Satya’s misguided loyalty to Vishkar.

Looks like it’s a distant relationship. Which brings to mind: how would Phuong try to approach Satya? Knowing her own troubled past, what would she come up with?

- Zarya: she finds Zarya very admirable due to her strength and how she gave up fame for her country, and Zarya finds Phuong interesting due to her beginnings in a Russo-Viet circus. they could sometimes be found talking about the beauty of Russia or working out together.

- Lúcio and D.va: Phuong is also a celebrity, so she’s sometimes chatting it up with them!

i can list a ton of other interactions, but basically she gets along with most people. in her canon lore, she admires Overwatch for their core motivation to uphold peace (and has a little bit of a crush on Tracer since she’s the poster girl). she also has an opinion on Talon, but in that she absolutely despises the destruction and harm they cause wherever they go and also that y'know. they kind of demolished her legs

Strengths: as previously stated, she’s not only hardworking but also a huge people pleaser to those she respects. because of this, she’s willing to perform to her extent to complete any task given to her, and maybe a lil more if she’s eager. Phuong is also a charismatic person and finds it easy to get along with other people, allowing her to work in a team and to draw people to her. physically, she’s an alert person and is quick on her feet, ready to slice and dice anytime.

Weaknesses: she’s willing to work to her extent, but that commonly means beyond her physical extent. she drives herself to exhaustion if left unattended and can sometimes become paranoid, making her waste more energy and ammo spent on her fear. Phuong is also an easily manipulated person, in that she realizes she’s being manipulated but allows it to go on due to her obsession with pleasing people. though it’s easy for her to focus on tasks, she also finds it hard to commit herself to people themselves, due to her complications with misplaced loyalty in Dove’s Eye. she finds herself distrustful of strangers and coworkers alike at times, tensed for them to reveal some horrible truth harming others. to somewhat cope with this, she tends to tease to feel “unattainable” and play hard to get with people who want to know her past friendly coworkers.

Glad to see the terrible, two-faced aspect of totally giving to others made manifest in this character.

Likes: she absolutely loves birds, especially pigeons and doves! she finds them extremely charming and finds delight in the coincidence that their symbolism corresponds with her life mission. she also takes an interest reading up in modern technology, especially in the realm of hard light (though she isn’t picky). romcoms are also her thing, since she loves the idea of, well, love and how it can make people happy. she also appreciates the comedy and often stores it in her mind to spice up her magic shows.

Dislikes: she is not a fan of overly authoritative, bossy people. she gets that there needs to be order, but if the person in command doesn’t deserve the respect in her mind, she’s very passive aggressive. on a more material side, she finds dolls uncomfortable in that they’re always in one expression and look kinda fake. and wooden floors. she loves how they look but can’t stand the idea of walking on them and scratching them up with her prosthetics.

Hobbies: as predictable as it is, bird watching! she loves writing down the birds she sees in a lil logbook and feeding them if she can. even when she’s not on a bird watching quest, you can bet she’ll whip out her phone to take a pic of a parakeet in a bird store she just finds adorable. Phuong also likes to dance and collect little things. she just got off her button high and is now collecting rocks

Extra: her general theme is magic and doves, especially their symbolism, so i hope that was apparent in my submission! but other than that, i think that’s it! thank you so so much for reading this in advance!! <3

Verdict:

I find Phuong to be a beautifully fleshed out character! She is exceptionally well designed, especially with the gauntlets and prosthetics. I would recommend you add some gold accents on her suit and hat, because the abrupt change from the golden tech to her dark purple clothing can be a little jarring. Perhaps some gold stripes on her shoulders, pant legs, and hat brim ought to do it.

“Recommend” is probably more in a personal taste here. The design stands on its feet well enough without further changes! (I just realized that might be a backhanded remark at Phuong’s... Uh.)

Her backstory stands well enough too, but some lack of detail makes it falter. See if you can try rewriting the climax of it, where Phuong finds out the Truth. You’ll find you’ll be able to sufficiently establish details this time around, I’m sure.

Her character is absolutely well done! The consistent inclusion of her general theme is a fine touch. Her quality of appearing perfectly amicable and peaceful on the outside while being perfectly not on the inside is quite well established too. It’s good if you put this detail into the conclusion (as it is) of her backstory. Perhaps it should go on to enumerate how her experience with Dove’s Eye changed her being.

Overall, Phuong is an excellent character. I recommend going over this sheet again and try rewriting some of the backstory. It has been the one I considered more thoroughly than the others. Good luck, and thank you very, very much for waiting. I know I’ve taken so much from your patience, and am very thankful you still hit me up after a long, long while.

Cheers.

-Mod Jager

#overwatch oc #oc review #phuong nguyen #chiefpharah #OC development #mod Jäger #submission

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pharaohfontain · 5 years

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In the light of the current happenings between Ghanaians and Nigerians, particularly the plight of many Nigerians in Ghana, I have decided to write this article as a guideline for many of my brothers and sisters, considering coming to Ghana, be it for schooling, business, touring or just a visit, these are 7 things you need to know before coming to Ghana, so you can enjoy your stay in Ghana and also get the best experiences while you choose to remain in Ghana. I have lived in Ghana for 16 years now, so if i can’t offer you valid guidelines, nobody else can.

Akwaaba in the Akan language of Ghana means Welcome.

MAKE SURE THAT YOUR TRAVEL DOCUMENTS ARE ALWAYS IN ORDER:

Nigeria and Ghana are both ECOWAS countries with even closer ties, but if you want to obtain the best out of the Ghanaian system while you remain in Ghana, I suggest you have your documents (NON-CITIZENSHIP ID & RESIDENTIAL PERMIT) intact. So to avoid a situation where you cant even have a bank account, mobile money services, own property or even run the simplest business which are the basic essentials of any society today, I advise you make sure your RESIDENTIAL PERMIT AND PASSPORT are always in order and up to date.

Ghana is a free country where it is possible for you to own a business, have a mobile money account or even buy property without a residential permit or a passport, but if you want to be protected by the law you MUST always insist that your documents are up to date. It is possible for someone to amass great wealth but without the necessary valid documentations, you run the risk of losing every single thing you have worked for and it will be legally taken. Many Nigerians in particular have been victims to this, so do not make the same mistake.

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Before coming to Ghana make sure you have your passport ready, stamp it at the border and when you come into the country the stamp allows you certain liberties for 3 months at most. But if you see yourself staying in Ghana beyond 6 months or you are considering doing business in the country, I suggest you go to the Ghana Immigration authority and obtain your NON-CITIZENSHIP ID and RESIDENTIAL PERMIT. As of August 2019 the cost for a fresh applicant of NON-CITIZENSHIP ID is $120 and to renew it is $60 per year, before you can procure this you will be required to pass through medical analysis that will be done within the immigration office, the medical report costs 900 Ghana Cedis this is equivalent to $165. As an ECOWAS citizen in Ghana you are given the gracious offer of paying only “$500” for residential permit per year, while non ECOWAS citizen are required to pay $1000 per year if they wish to renew their license each year. This $500 or $1000 is to be paid each year if you wish to renew your residential permit.

$500 as ECOWAS citizen is a very high price to pay for the renewal of residential permit each year, but since no one complains about it why should they do something about the price?

You can remain in Ghana without this non-citizenship or residential permit but you do so at your own risk, as you can be ejected from the country at anytime and whatever accomplishment you have will be taken away. So I advise strongly that any Nigerian planning on being in Ghana beyond 6 months MUST acquire these documents or live in the fringes of society subject to extortion and constant fear.

AVOID HANGING OUT AT BLUE KIOSK BARS & GHETTOS OR SLUMS:

Ghanaians enjoy drinking, drinking is part of the culture just as it is in Nigeria, in every neighborhood you will very easily find at least one or two bars within every 5 mile radius. Many of these bars are the drinking joint for many of the hoodlums in the area, you do not want to be in these kind of places beyond buying your drink and taking it home if that is absolutely necessary, as a foreigner you must understand that to many such rundown places view you as a source of income not a person, There are many, MANY stories of Nigerians just hanging out and drinking at these blue kiosk bars when they are singled out by the criminals just because they are Nigerians and those poor non educated ones in the society see at as a duty of theirs to take from you what they feel you are taken from their country.

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Avoid these kinds of drinking spot at all cost!!!

You also do not want to be in the ghettos for ANY reason because regardless of what you are doing there, once the police comes in for whatever reason, you as a Nigerian remain guilty until proven innocent. Avoid these places and hangout where you have other foreigners as yourself if you wish to remain within a protected class where you wont have much issues. Hangout in such placed that has a high influx of foreigners or mingle more with educated and well traveled Ghanaians, these are usually the best kind of people you can hangout with.

Nigerians are treated with healthy doze of apprehension in the Ghanaian society, those in the middle and upper middle class generally avoid meaningful interactions with Nigerians beyond party time, this is because the average Ghanaian truly believes that the average Nigerian is out to outsmart them or very recently “Kidnap” them, this is funny but it is true. The truth is that many Nigerians who are obvious illegals come into the country and mess up so terribly that when you look into the situation you understand easily why Ghanaians see Nigerians the way they do. The only way to change this is to watch the life we live in the country, and be mindful that how we choose to live our lives reflect on our nation as a whole.

AS A NIGERIAN MAN PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR WOMEN WISELY:

As a Nigerian man in Ghana please be aware that you will have a very nice time with dating and romance in Ghana, this is not because the Ghanaian women are cheap, it is simply because in every society on earth, women are naturally drawn to the foreigners, to the strangers. You must be mindful of how you engage women as this is the downfall of too many Nigerian men, you do not want to be the Nigerian man that is a womanizer in Ghana, you get all the sex you want but it is only a matter of time before the people around you find the slightest reason to mistreat you severely. I knew a guy who was an avid womanizer, he wasn’t just a womanizer but the type that will make it badly obviously, he was the type that asked almost everyone out, he thought he was living the life. One day he came back from work to discover that his home was invaded, vandalized and looted. Not even his shoes were left. Womanizing seems like a small thing but try not to date from your neighborhood please, you only bring more hatred to yourself when you already have a bad stigma attached to your nationality.

Remember that one of the complains of the Ghanaians on media is that we are taking their women and this seems like a small thing but they feel very strongly about it. You can date all the women you want but please have some class in the way you choose to go about it, NOT IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD ABEG!!! And be very careful of the type of lady you allow into your life, in Ghana women are the number one downfall of our brothers in Ghana, please be carefully.

TRY TO LEARN THE LANGUAGE:

I believe that if only you as a Nigerian can familiarize yourself with the most popularly spoken language in Ghana which is akan (Twi) I think you will find a lot of things easy. You can get the best deals at the market, your transportation experience with the taxi drivers will be much more pleasant. Learning the language and familiarizing yourself with the Ghanaian expressions and way of life will make your stay in Ghana so pleasant. Despite the whole issue with how Nigerians are seen in Ghana, Ghanaians are usually very accommodating people, if you are the type that opens yourself up to experiencing the Ghanaian lifestyle and language as it is experienced by the Ghanaian, I think you will enjoy your stay a little too much.

WATCH THE COMPANY YOU KEEP WHILE IN GHANA:

There is an expression that there is no smoke without fire and this is true, even in the situation of Nigerians in Ghana. Many Nigerians have turned themselves into raging brain dead animals, many of these Nigerians will fight at the drop of a hat, get loud for no reason, insult easily and generally are very arrogant people to be around. Many of these type of Nigerians are either completely jobless, illiterate or criminals who escaped the law in Nigeria and are now hiding in Ghana, trying to continue the evil they ran from.

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Please my fellow Nigerians, never you ever keep the company of any Nigerian who behaves like the aforementioned, they will get themselves and you in trouble, it is usually just a matter of time before it happens. There are many Nigerians frustrated in Ghana, undocumented, illegal or plain criminals, please avoid them and any where they are congregated, you do not want to be identified with those type of people whether they be Ghanaian, Nigerian or any other nationality. You can find them in all the dark corners and blue kiosk bars or ghettos chilling like it is home, always have it in your mind that you are a foreigner and do not follow or relate with anyone that behaves in an unsavory manner. If you know any that behave like this already, cut them off and concentrate on your education or business in Ghana, these kinds will only lead you into a mess and many times they usually are the ones who escape while you remain in police custody answering questions that are not made for you in the first place.

CULTURAL DIFFERENCES TO TAKE IN MIND:

Ghana is a predominantly mother land, one of the biggest tribes in Ghana inherits kingship from the female line not from the male line. You can read about this on a wikipedia article about Akan chieftaincy for more understanding of this kind of society.

Ghana unlike Nigeria is predominantly motherland area, the culture and people are much more subtle in their approach towards everything, business, affairs and life in general. As a Nigerian when you first arrive in Ghana you may almost lose your mind at the slow pace of everything but please be patient, if you come to Ghana with the fast pace and quick action that animates the Nigerian society you will be interpreted as loud, insolent or simply arrogant. So I suggest you learn to be patient, eventually you will find a group of people and opportunity that matches your pace.

The mistakes many Nigerians make is to bring the Nigerian mentality to Ghana without some adjustments and think it will work just the same, people who do this are only creating the impression that because they are Nigerian they are smarter or better and there is no better way to alienate yourself from your Ghanaian counterparts. This will in reality makes them fear you as they will soon believe you are attempting to outsmart them, when in reality you are just living the way you are used to living. One of my 9 laws of power; NEVER OUTSHINE YOUR HOSTS, YOU ARE SUBJECT TO MISINTERPRETATION. Learn to keep a low profile and learn to work with them based on the pace of the lifestyle in Ghana, it is possible too.

Burial is a serious party event in Ghana, burials are more festive events than birthdays in Ghana, workers actually take time off to go to the burials of someone they dont really know, usually because they are invited. This wont happen in Nigeria but these are subtle things your should know so you understand better those who you will be working with, working under or those who will be working for you.

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Do not give or take anything from anyone with your left hand, this is seriously frowned upon.

Just ask questions and be willing to learn these cultural differences and accept them as they are, the understanding of this will allow you to know how to better navigate the society without having issues with people.

PLEASE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS KNOW YOUR LANE AND STICK TO IT:

Yes Ghana is part of ECOWAS and the AFRICAN UNION, yes culturally we are very similar in many ways but you must always remember that you are a foreigner in a foreign country. You must remember that regardless of how long you have lived in Ghana you can not act in the same capacity as a native of Ghana. You must be aware of this in the places you frequent, you must be aware of this in the kind of business you own, your work place or activities you choose to partake in. There are Chinese, Arabs, Europeans and many other African nationalities in Ghana doing business and living life, you never see them, you never hear of them but they are doing everything that any Nigerian can do but the only difference is that they choose their environment carefully and they carry themselves with respect.

The mistake many Nigerians make is that they come to Ghana and for some strange reason believe that they too are Ghanaians, it doesn’t work like that, if you do not carry yourself with integrity you do not deserve any respect. Many Nigerians are to blame for how Nigerians are seen and portrayed in the Ghanaian society, we fail to understand that we are foreigners and must behave properly to be treated properly. If many Nigerians were not failing in how they conduct themselves around our Ghanaian brothers and sisters, we won’t be portrayed as criminals and kidnappers. Yes it is ridiculous to judge 1000 people based on the crimes of 70 people but I still maintain that 70 misbehaving people is still 70 too many. Nigerians are to blame too.

The truth of the matter remains that somethings should and must be for Ghanaians alone, when you as a foreigner appear to have no boundaries in the system or lack the understanding that you are still a foreigner, you will always run into issues.

If you are a Nigerian thinking of coming to Ghana I believe these 7 guidelines will serve you well, this is my understanding of what give Nigerians the trouble they face after 16 years of living amongst our Ghanaian brothers and sisters. We must understand that there are cultural differences, many Nigerians make the mistake of trying to bring a Nigerian system to Ghana, it never works. Understand that you are a foreigner and embrace the culture of the people, avoid low life places and low life people who will easily put you into problems be they Ghanaian or Nigerian or anywhere else. If you can understand these lessons and follow them, you will have the best experience in Ghana, even as a Nigerian regardless of how the media has portrayed us.

I end this article with this proverbs “Good actions will always attract good reactions” “One bad nut destroys the taste of a hundred good nuts” Always remember, your actions and habits reflects on not just you but the society you are a part of.

DEAR NIGERIANS: 7 Things you MUST know before you visit GHANA In the light of the current happenings between Ghanaians and Nigerians, particularly the plight of many Nigerians in Ghana, I have decided to write this article as a guideline for many of my brothers and sisters, considering coming to Ghana, be it for schooling, business, touring or just a visit, these are 7 things you need to know before coming to Ghana, so you can enjoy your stay in Ghana and also get the best experiences while you choose to remain in Ghana.

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obscuraxrp · 7 years

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The smoke settles to reveal KIM SEOKJIN, a 24 year old shi-blooded of Sunseong. He is a freelance bodyguard who appears to be adept in shield creation, shapeshifting, and hand-to-hand combat --- but like most things in Sunseong, there must be more to him than meets the eye.

FACECLAIM: Kim Seokjin, bts

APPEARANCE:

Seokjin’s notable features that set him apart as a Shi-blooded individual are typically sharpened teeth, a flowy tail that he’s never quite managed to keep hidden no matter how much he tries, and crooked fingers that come from a half-assed attempt at hiding claws that extend from paws. When he shifts back into his heritage beast, Seokjin looks much like the protective guardian that he is.

BIOGRAPHY:

Seokjin doesn’t remember all too much before his eighth birthday, but he does remember being shielded by someone’s strong arms, and he remembers a friendly face and warm smiles. Many of his memories consist of feeling happiness and warmth. And isolation. Seokjin is definitely the son that his parents could have only dreamed about. He tended to the house, cared for his parents greatly, and didn’t fuss around. Through the bits and pieces of his memories that his mind did care to store, Seokjin is able to remember times when he had been praised and congratulated by his parents. If he concentrates, he thinks of a place hidden deep in the woods. He remembers being scolded once for leaving the house and heading out too far, for seeing too much past the heavy bark of the trees and the comfortable shade that they hid his family in. He knew that he was different, but special. His parents loved to coo over him about how lovely and fair his skin was, about how his smile would make even the darkest of their days the happiest. They said such things to him, but Seokjin can vaguely remember how they seemed grim when they didn’t think he was paying attention. It took so long for Seokjin to understand it, for him to accurately describe what he saw reflected in the eyes of his parents. He knows know, it had been fear.

Seokjin was different, but special- that much was at least engraved in his mind. Every time he showed off to his parents just how proud he was about learning a new skill, they’d congratulate him and rub his cheek. He doesn’t remember how when Seokjin was young and still unable to control his shapeshifting skills, they had quickly gone into hiding, lest the public learn about the union that caused the birth of a beast blooded guardian. His parents knew- they must have known. It was his father, after all who was also beast blooded. They had hoped for a regular child, and instead what they’d gotten- was Seokjin.

His own timeline had become blurred. Seokjin began to think of his memories in snapshots and bouncing frames instead of linear. Anything chronological had begun to make less and less sense. He remembers the day that someone had showed up in their secret place, had claimed that his father and mother were wanted for some illegal activity. Seokjin had watched from the kitchen when his father had desperately tried to negotiate mercy for the mistakes of his past. He watched as his father, strong and brave, had gotten onto his knees to beg. As they began to pull him away, Seokjin watched as his father had panicked, had struck someone. Seokjin’s memory hasn’t been the best- maybe it’s because he willfully refuses to remember.

There had been a moment, that day, when his mother had tried to usher him out the back door and sneak them away, but someone had grabbed her by the cloth on her shirt and began to pull. Something had burned in Seokjin’s chest, and he had wanted to stay and save her.

Filled with some kind of cowardice, he shifted into a beast and ran.

Seokjin remembers hiding out, staying so quiet and small that his voice had been rusty from lack of use, and he was thinning from scavenging. When he had returned, he noted how disgusting and unlike his memories that the place looked: ransacked, broken, parentless. He had to begin his life again.

This time, he had taken himself away, traveled many days, and had found something absolutely beautiful and scary, a civilization that he knew existed outside the land he was so used to, and he did all that he could to fit in. He tried to keep his features as hidden as possible, providing tight lipped smiles and wearing clothing that could conceal. Seokjin worked odd jobs here and there in this place that he learned was called Sunseong. He started to plant his roots in the far edge of the Northern District, but the plague of his past and his late family had eaten away every thought that he had during the night. When it became too much and the pay was too small, Seokjin had moved to the Southern district, out until he could keep himself on the hushed scale of individuals. From what he had witnessed there, people were dark and low. They were scary and Seokjin learned how to play coy. He was scammed and learned how to scam.

In an attempt to redeem himself and believe that his life was something worth living over- Seokjin had started up a private business on his own, never advertising for it. Instead, the word had spread from whispers and mouths. He was good- great at protecting. He had put on some muscle, had learned to fight and knew how to get to certain resources. The people who he did guard though, now that’s on a different level of concern. Many of them were of great intent, but others had evil and illegal roots, meaning that Seokjin doesn’t have the cleanest record on the block. With all the frenzy of more recent events, business has been booming. As a bodyguard, Seokjin felt like he could make up for his stolen youth.

The world was filthy. It was like nothing he’d ever imagined.

CHARACTERIZATION:

Charming: Seokjin does very well with his words. Generally, being able to persuade and earn others’ trust is what is able to keep his work in line. Things are most effective, he thinks, when there’s trust built into any kind of partnership. Seokjin also likes to get what he wants, even if it isn’t the most innocent thing in the world. It’d be a damn lie to say that he hasn’t used this charismatic part of himself for rather low things (See “Manipulative).

Direct: Accidentally being too harsh is something that Seokjin has been trying to learn to handle. He’ll say things that are rather negative, such as “Oh no, that’s impossible” or “it can’t ever happen, get over it” to others. Although it seems a bit dramatic and over the top, Seokjin likes to think of himself as rather practical.

Cooperative: Seokjin’s work is the only thing that he finds interest in these days. If there’s something that’ll help his line of work to become more efficient, then he’s willing to put forth the effort. One could say that Seokjin is a master at forming connections and building his own web.

Manipulative: In harsh lives, it’s necessary to be a bit manipulative to get what you want. Seokjin tends to use his words to get people into buying whatever he’s trying to “sell.” This includes weaseling out information, using pathetic tactics such as fake relationships, pretending to love others, and maybe some one night stands. Any information is good information. He’s not an assassin, spy, or professional by any means. He will though, do whatever it takes to protect.

Worrisome: Seokjin lives with a constant anxiety that whoever had come to take his parents away will also be coming after him. They know what is he is, they know what he’s like, and Seokjin lives in the paranoia that even after all of these years, someone will come to take him away. Because of his past, he often has trouble sleeping and is rather grouchy before a good cup of coffee.

SPECIALTIES:

Rank I (20 pts)

-Protective Shield: Seokjin is able to form a protective barrier against harmful magic, but only within a certain range and a certain period of time. Currently, his range is 5ft radius and the shield lasts for 6 minutes. Powerful magic is able to strike and break the shield at any given moment. Seokjin is limited to a one minute recoil before he’s able to place another shield.

-Shapeshifting: Seokjin has practiced shifting since a young age. Currently, he’s able to shift between full beast and mostly human. There are some attributes that he hasn’t yet been able to cover up when he’s in his mostly human look. Those are covered up using clothing. He’s only been practicing how to maintain his abilities and skills as a full beast and has not concentrated his more human abilities.

Rank II (40 pts)

-Close Combat: Specialized in hand to hand combat, Seokjin works best when his opponent is within a close range. His strengths lie on being swift and durable. Seokjin is able to take hits and deliver sharp hits in these situations. He’s at a disadvantage when it comes to long range fights or encounters though.

Innate (0pts)

-Charm: Creating a small urge for others to believe/trust him. Works only about ⅕ of the time. (Shi-blooded attribute)

-Protective barrier: Protective magical barrier (Shi-blooded attribute)

-Strength: heightened strength.

-Unnerved: Acute perception of things within a 10ft radius (Shi-blooded attribute)

Unused points: 20

#obs: follow #*kim seokjin #*bts #parental abduction cw

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idiotgangleader · 7 years

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Dropping In (Jacob Frye x Maxwell Roth)

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Maxwell Roth

Genre: Romance/Fluff (That last one feels almost illegal with Roth)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,810

Synopsis: Jacob tries to get the drop on Roth but finds him in a bad mood.

Jacob quietly and carefully placed his steps as he crept slowly on the rafter. His target waited for him unsuspectingly down below. He wasn’t one for sneaking, that wasn’t his style, he much preferred a good fight than sneaking about like a mouse. But this target was dangerous, far more dangerous than any other person he had taken out so far and he had to proceed with absolute caution or else he would surely end up with a blade through his chest, or worse. His target was walking around now and looking about the room and Jacob was sure he had suspected something by now, but it was too late to turn back. He waited for just the opportune moment when the man walked right below the rafter where Jacob hid, and then…

He swung his body over the wood and used his legs to hang himself upside down in front of the man below.

“Looking for something, Maxy?!”

The shocked look on his lover’s face made the assassin smirk triumphantly. That triumph, however, was short lived when he felt a powerful impact to his gut that made him lose his balance and sent him crumpling down to the ground. Jacob groaned in pain for a few moments as he held his gut, which he was sure was going to have a nasty bruise later. After composing himself, he looked up at the Blighter leader with a hurt look in his eyes, trying to find some sympathy in the Thespian’s eyes. He wasn’t surprised when he found none, only annoyance and a little look that The Blighter reserved for him when he wasn’t amused.

“That…was…much uncalled for.” He grunted as he continued to hold on to his gut and tried to catch his breath.

Roth’s eyes didn’t leave the assassin’s nor did he lean forward to try to help the man to his feet. Most would consider this kind of behavior between lovers to be unacceptable. But they were not most people. They were the leaders of the most powerful gangs in London; violence was in their blood; as was their ability to take quite the beatings. They had a very complicated relationship, but it was one that Jacob wouldn’t trade for the world. Though, moments like this where Roth looked like he was ready to burn the whole world down was not always pleasant.

“Don’t start with me, boy. You know very well you deserved that. And the next time you try it, you’ll get my blade instead of my first in your gut.”

The man turned away from Jacob to walk over to his desk and open himself a bottle of wine. Great, Jacob thought. He was in a bad mood, which was an eminent threat to everyone within a ten kilometer radius, including himself. Jacob slowly brought himself to his feet and brushed himself off before walking over to where the man was sitting; placing his hands on the older man’s shoulders before leaning forward and resting his chin on his head.

“What’s the matter, darling?” He whispered softly as he began to rub the Blighter’s shoulders.

Roth responded by flying out of his chair and standing to face Jacob with a look on his face that was no less than menacing. However, Jacob was used to this kind of behavior from him. It wasn’t often that Roth got angry, but when he did, Jacob knew that even he had to tread carefully.

“Let’s go through the list then, shall we? You know very well what to expect if you sneak up on me! You also know better than to address me by that…name. And those rafters are meant to hold curtains, not people. One of these days you are going to break them and then I am going to break your neck!”

Everyone else in London would have been terrified with Maxwell Roth in their face and yelling; just annoying the man meant certain death for some people. But Jacob knew better, he had seen Roth when he was truly angry. Roth was a very talkative man, for him to be yelling like this usually meant he was merely stressed or cranky. The real danger came when he said very few or even worse when he had that crooked smile on his face that would make even the Devil shudder. When that happened, Jacob just stayed out of his way and hoped that whatever god was out there had mercy on the soul of whoever it was that made the Thespian enraged. But in this case, it seemed that Roth was just in a bad mood in general, so there was no real danger, at least not to him.

“I can’t be the only source of your misery.” Jacob said pointedly, completely unfazed by the man’s mood.

Roth rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air in frustration as he paced around and turned away from the assassin. Jacob only sighed before gently grabbing the Blighter’s hand and slowly pulling him towards the direction of the couch. Roth eyed him carefully but allowed Jacob to lead him over and sit down on the couch next to him. Once he did however, his gaze dropped to the floor and he avoided even looking at Jacob.

The Rook knew that Roth’s mood most likely had nothing to do with him and that his little sneak attack probably just added annoyance to his already bad mood. Roth was usually pretty easy to read in terms of emotions. Predicting however was another matter in of itself. The man constantly kept Jacob on his toes, in more ways than one. Taking Roth’s hand in his, he gave it a squeeze before pressing a small kiss to the Thespian’s scarred cheek and resting his head on the older man’s shoulder.

“Talk to me, Max.”

“Maxy” may have been off limits, but “Max” was a special term of endearment that was only reserved for special occasions like this. And he was sure that it would grab the Blighter’s attention. Surely enough, he felt Maxwell stiffen a little bit before the man let out a sigh. Jacob had to hold back a smile of relief when he felt the man squeeze his hand back and rest his head over Jacob’s own. He felt Roth’s fingers affectionately stroke his knuckles before the Blighter Leader turned his head to press a kiss to Jacob’s hair.

“I’m alright, darling.”

His usually energetic and lively voice was now barely a whisper, but it was filled with a sincerity that was almost sacrilegious coming from Roth. However, Jacob knew that this was the closest he was going to get to an actual apology, and that was fine with him. Roth never apologized to anyone, he didn’t need to. No one ever dared to question him or challenge him on anything, no one that is, except Jacob.

The assassin nuzzled his head deeper into Roth’s shoulder as a silent encouragement to continue.

“My lead for tonight’s production just lost his life in a bloody carriage accident caused by one of my own imbeciles. The understudy is nowhere to be found and to make things even worse, the orchestra that was supposed to arrive from Berlin this afternoon hit a storm and is now probably playing for the Devil at the bottom of the bloody ocean!”

Jacob lifted his head so that he could look at his lover’s face carefully. His normally bright and lively eyes currently looked tired and completely exhausted. They were red, which put an almost unnatural contrast to his intense green eyes, and there were dark circles underneath them that made Jacob wonder when the last time it was that the Blighter had slept.

“You’re exhausted.” Jacob said bluntly as he wrapped an arm around Roth’s other shoulder.

At this, Roth shook his head.

“I’m fine.” His voice was firm, but still quiet. However, it lacked the normal conviction that his voice almost always had, and that was concerning.

Jacob shook his head before carefully planning out his next move. Slowly, he turned his body and moved his feet onto the couch so that he was half lying down and gently pulled Roth down with him so that the man was lying against his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around the man to prevent him from pulling away, even though he knew that Roth was strong enough to push himself off if he wanted to, though it seemed that he didn’t. He felt the older man stiffen but made no attempt to move from where he was, which was a relief to Jacob.

“Jacob, I have neither need nor desire to be coddled.”

His tone was warning, though again, it lacked conviction. Jacob merely rolled his eyes and moved his hands to gently stroke the man’s dark hair.

“Cuddled. Coddling is for comfort, cuddling is for pleasure. Or do you not take pleasure in being near me anymore?” He pouted before leaning his head down to press a kiss to his hair.

He heard the thespian sigh, but still made no attempt to get out of his current position. On the contrary, the older man adjusted himself and made himself comfortable before letting out another sigh, however this one was a sigh of content.

“Alright darling, you’ve convinced me. But only for a short while. The idiots around here can’t be trusted to run this place alone.”

Jacob snickered contently before resuming stroking his lover’s hair and pressing another kiss to the top of his head. After a while, he heard the man’s breathing become even and steady, and he knew the man had finally fallen asleep.

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“Oi! What the-?!”

The assassin screamed and flailed as he hung upside-down helplessly from the rope trap that tied his feet together and hung from the rafter. Looking around, he saw a certain Blighter leaning against the wall laughing manically with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Darling, you seemed so obsessed with getting the drop on me, I thought I would help you out. Perhaps now you’ll think twice about sneaking about on my rafters.”

“Roth! For Heaven’s sake, let me down!”

The older man walked over to the assassin before placing a kiss on his upside down face.

“You’re a capable lad, I reckon you can get yourself down.” He snickered before turning to walk over to his desk and sit down.

“Damn smug bastard!”

As soon as he said that, a throwing knife whizzed through the air and cut through the rope that was suspending Jacob to the ceiling. The assassin came crashing down and landed on the hard floor with a loud thud. Groaning in pain, he looked over to his lover who was watching him closely with a cruel smirk on his face.

“I think I prefer getting punched in the gut.”

Just felt like writing some RothFrye.

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