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Chapter One: Where Are You?
Where are you? Maybe you’re at home. Maybe you’re sprawled out on the couch or cuddled up in bed. Maybe the TV is playing in the background, or maybe you’re sitting in complete silence.
Is it real silence though? A true absence of sound? Or have you gone deaf to the song your home is singing? Not a metaphorical song of comfort, safety, and warmth, but a soft cacophony of onomatopoeias. The hum of the fridge and clacking of the icemaker, the almost imperceptible high frequency buzz from ancient wired poles outside your window, the combination of creaking floorboards distinctive to the weight and stride of each person or pet. You hear this song so often that it falls into the background, cataloged as white noise until you no longer notice it except instinctually.
And so, instinctually, you know you are not home.
A computer cooling fan is whirring with a coded beep every few minutes, but you don’t own a computer or laptop. Honking vehicles from traffic is muffled through glass, but your home is on a corner with a stop sign. A faucet is lazily dripping close by, but your bathroom is next to the kitchen on the other side of the house.
Your eyes snap open and the first thing you register is pale gray morning light and computer monitors illuminating the room. Strange, since you religiously use black out curtains and usually can’t sleep if you mentally know there’s a light source in the room. That’s why the little red indicator on the TV in your room has black tape over it. There is no TV in this room.
Next on the list of strange are the wooden beams exposed on a vaulted ceiling, a far cry from your cookie-cutter popcorn ceiling. White walls instead of navy painted walls. Even more alarming, the feel of fine silk sheets compared to your Target-brand cotton ones. You didn’t know you could discern how expensive fabric is by skin contact alone, but you decide to put a pin in it because your stark nakedness is taking top priority in the forefront of your mind. Alarmed, you lunge up, jarringly wide awake and alert, dragging the aforementioned silk sheets with you. Expensive they may be, but a poor shield to the cold of the unknown.
The room’s decor is, in polite terms, eccentric. Simple maroon bedspread, no extra pillows, but instead swimming in a sea of Maplestory plushies. Messy desk with a triple monitor gaming PC. An alarming amount of Mario figurines scattered about. It would honestly read otaku frat bedroom if it wasn’t for the sturdy, non-IKEA bed frame, the matching nightstands and reading sconces, the balcony sliding door with actual drapes sashed on either side, and the matching patio furniture beyond. An adult otaku bedroom then, which you honestly can’t judge because your own room is a shrine to seven Korean men who have no idea you exist. You shake your head from that distracting rabbit hole because, hello, you’re naked. Your priorities should be finding clothes, finding your phone, getting home, and THEN daydreaming about BTS.
On the nightstand closest to you sits neatly folded pajamas and a sticky note. The handwritten script is blurry at first. You have to squint and when they come into focus, it almost looks familiar.
“If you’re freaking out because you’re naked, it’s your own fault. You said fuck it and took off your clothes anyway.”
You press your fingers to your temple. Ugh. Of course. Did you get blackout drunk again last night? Are the Consequences of your actions, with a capital C, catching up to you? However, your despair is interrupted because you can’t help noticing the design of the pajamas. Holy shit. This original striped BT21 RJ design is no longer in production, reselling for hundreds of dollars on Ebay, AND it’s in your size.
The sound of a distant door creaking open lights a fire under your ass. With a quiet gasp, you leap off the bed and panic-shove your limbs into the pajamas as you hear footsteps pad in the distance and a door clicking closed. You pause to listen for any other movement. Hearing none, you rummage around for your iPhone, haphazardly stripping the bed of sheets, punting the now scattered plushies to scour under the bed, and combing through the nightstands and the desk. Unfortunately, you come up empty. Without your phone, you feel naked yet again, weaponless without the tool to call for help and no way to accurately retrace your steps from last night.
This could all be a prank, but you don’t know anyone who would take it this far. Your eternal roommate and cousin, Jo, is like a big sis to you and would never go this far. You also couldn’t be at a hookup’s home since lately you haven’t had the energy to get it on. You’re pretty sure the last thing you did was fold laundry with Jo, and then you passed out while listening to “Tonight” on your sleep playlist and hugging RJ, so, drunken blackout/hookup theory was out. But the biggest clue–You unlock the balcony door and step out. Looking around at the sleepy cityscape, you think, “I’m definitely not in smalltown Sheboygan, Wisconsin anymore.”
Clusters of skyscrapers brush the sky. Businesses and apartment buildings crowd each other with scattered green squares of what you assume to be parks. There’s a distant river cut by steel bridges. Taxis and cars wend around wide six-lane streets. The apartment building you're in is frickin’ tall. You’re not used to buildings going beyond ten stories, but you must be at least 20 stories high. You’re not sure if it’s vertigo or the overwhelming anxiety building, but your vision begins to blur around the edges as air struggles to enter your lungs. You force yourself to slow your breathing as your heart batters your sternum like sharp lead and your brain races like a runaway train with its breaklines cut because you can’t make sense of how you could be wherever here is. Plopping yourself down on a cushioned seat, you squeeze your eyes shut, teeth barred. You must be having a dream, a very vivid dream. Your forearm scrapes against paper where another sticky note has adhered itself to you.
“This is not a dream.”
….Okaaaaaay. That was convincing. You stumble back inside and weigh your options. Make a ruckus and demand answers from whoever lives here? Or avoid people and sneak out?
Haha, who are you kidding? Of course, Plan Sneak Out wins by a landslide because confrontation is not your middle name. You’re not even sure if you’re not still dreaming despite all these helpful little sticky notes, which you discover also label the three doors in the room.
“Walk-in closet.”
“Hallway.”
“Bathroom.”
Thank you, mysterious sticky notes. You head to the hall and quietly close the door behind you, pausing in puzzlement. Another sticky note on this side of the door reads, “Jin”, which, of all things, almost pushes you over the edge into nonsensical laughter. It’s the same name as your BTS bias. What a coincidence.
The door you exit is the last one at the very end. More doors line either side of the hall, leading to an entryway illuminated by a soft warm light. All is quiet as you slowly sneak towards the entryway, reading the sticky notes that label the doors with increasing incredulity.
“Yoongi”
“JK”
“Tae & Jimin”
“Namjoon”
“Hobi”
Ha. There’s just no way. No. Way. Nope. This is a sign. A sign that you’ve gone crazy. You’ve finally gone full delulu. This is what you get for reading fanfics until two in the morning. Tumblr was fine, but when you got sucked into the trenches of AO3, you knew you were on a one way trip down the Montero stripper pole to hell. You nervously tug and tease a loose thread on your limited edition pajamas and debate throwing your consciousness off the speeding train in your head, wondering if it would hurt as badly psychologically as it would physically. You just wanna return to Jin’s bed–Ha! Jin’s bed–and go back to sleep, hoping it’s all just a weird dream you can laugh about later.
There is no clear exit to be seen. All the doors so far have been labeled. Could it be a trick? Could one of those doors actually be the exit? The thought of having to test those doors with the possibility of finding someone on the other side has you near hyperventilating. Five, four, three, two, one. Okay. The Five Senses trick to deescalate your panic attack. What five things do you see? Five, you see a black leather sectional with a sizeable mess of blankets. Four, you see a dimly lit chandelier over an industrial dining table. Three, you see an open concept living room with an impressively large flat screen TV that almost takes up an entire wall and a modern kitchen with a sturdy island range stovetop. Two, you see floor to ceiling windows that stretch the length of the east wall, if the sun peeking behind the cityscape is any indication. One, you see six sticky notes lined in intervals on the glass wall.
What four things do you feel? Four, the hem of your thin cotton pajamas is becoming damp from your sweat as you rub it between your fingers. Three, the black stone wall is smooth as you run your hand along the length. Two, you press your palm against the biting chill of the windowpane. One, you tug on the crisp yellow paper and read the first sticky note.
“1. You’re in Seoul, Korea.”
The view of the city is incredible and you try to find any foreign indication that the note speaks truth. The signs on the buildings and electronic billboards don’t seem to be in Hangul, but you’re definitely not in Sheboygan. You could be in Chicago for all you know, but the note definitely said Seoul. You’re not really in Seoul, are you? You move onto the next note.
“2. You really are in Seoul.”
It’s almost like the sticky notes are talking to you.
“3. These notes are talking to you.”
A hysterical giggle bubbles in your throat. There are three more sticky notes between this and the last one. There’s no way these sticky notes could predict your exact thoughts. You skip to the last sticky note. Ha! Take that! This is all just in your head after all.
“4. This is not all in your head. Nice try.”
A straitjacket and a padded room suddenly sound like the safest place for you. Okay. Focus on not panicking. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. If you mumble this mantra to yourself enough times, maybe the universe will take pity on you. What three things can you hear? Three, you hear the whisper of wind against the windows. Two, the sound of running water. One, a machine jingles cutely, prompting you to search for the source. No, no, no, you mustn’t wake any of the residents before you can get out.
You rush to the kitchen and discover it’s the coffeemaker signaling the end of its task. After a brief once over of all the complicated buttons, you unplug it because there’s no way you’re gonna find the off button. What two things do you smell? Two, One, the scent of the Biolage shampoo you have on rotation cleanly cuts through the dark velvet of coffee that permeates the large space.
Taste. You’re not a die hard coffee fan. You make the occasional stop at Starbucks, but it’s more for the sugar rush than anything. Still, you pour some coffee into an already waiting mug to fulfill the last step of your panic attack deescalation. You take a careful sip of the bitter liquid, and the warmth that settles in your belly is soothing even though you’re pretty sure caffeine and anxiety shouldn’t mix.
Wait a tick. You poured coffee into an already waiting mug–
The pile of messy blankets on the couch comes to life. Your heart beats a loud thundering bass in your eardrums as a man rises from the couch. If you weren’t delulu before, you are now, because Kim Seokjin is standing not even 30 paces from you, his dark hair sticking up in mussy awkward angles as he rubs his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen. You jump back to clear a path to the coffee machine. He shuffles past you, half lidded, and sleepily paws at the space where his coffee cup is supposed to be. You slide it onto the counter near him, which his hand magnetizes to almost instantly. You weren’t even sure he was aware of you, but he takes a sip and turns to lazily observe you.
Raspy from sleep, a deep voice you’ve only heard through a screen or microphone asks you, “So, what kind of day is this? Did you skip to Note 4?”
You’re so shocked that THE Kim Seokjin is speaking to you that all you can muster is a dumbfounded, “What?”
Is he talking to you? You surreptitiously scan the room because he couldn’t be talking to you, right? He peers at you with concern over his steamy mug. “Did you skip to Note 4?” He points to the yellow sticky notes on the window wall. Both of you automatically turn to look at the notes and then back to each other.
“Erm, yeah?”
“Ah, it’s a blue day,” Jin says, his plump lips turning up into a doughy smile reminiscent of Yoongi’s. He walks over to the fridge and picks a blue sticky note off. Uncertainly, you take it when he hands it to you. The fridge also has a smattering of green, pink, purple, and orange sticky notes, which he begins to gather.
Jin is shorter than you thought he’d be. Of course, he’s tall, two heads taller than you, but having only ever observed him larger than life through a screen or from a long distance on stage, he just seems so…normal. Double-jointed fingers, most every Jin stan worships, neatly stack the multi-colored sticky notes onto his palm. From this angle, you can see another hall and a door that seems likely to be the exit past Jin, jackets hung on hooks and an orderly shoe rack near it being the biggest clue. You don’t know how you feel that the sticky note on that door has one simple word written on it in big bold letters.
“STOP”
Are these sticky notes trying to stop you from leaving? Why? It’s not like you’ve been one hundred percent on board with these sticky notes so far, but the one on the exit door has you more on guard now than ever. This would be the best time to flee, but you hesitate, glancing at Jin who is now assessing you in a way that feels expectant.
Suddenly self-conscious, you lick your dry lips and run your fingers through your hair. Your fingers snag on a knot as a thought occurs to you. Jin seems much too calm and nonchalant faced with you, a total stranger and potential sasaeng. You clear your throat and test the waters. “Good morning.”
Jin flashes a grin at you. “Good morning.”
Dazed, you bow, stuttering, “Um, I–I’m Y/N.”
He sips his coffee, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”
“You…know?” He knows your name? Kim motherfucking Seokjin knows your name. “And you’re Kim Seokjin, Worldwide Handsome, also known as Jin of BTS.”
Your word vomit has you wanting to die on the spot. Jin huffs a laugh. “Are you gonna start reciting my birthday, astrological sign, and MBTI results next?”
December 4, 1992. Sagittarius. INTP. You think it, but self preservation has you blessedly silent. His eyes twinkle like he knows what you’re thinking anyway. “...but we don’t know each other,” you continue.
Jin yawns and scratches at his collarbone where the buttons are undone on his pajamas. “We don’t?” he inquires with a lazy grin. Did you somehow forget that you know Jin? That's not possible. Having any sort of relationship with any of the boys would be a dream come true. So then how is this not a core memory?
You recall that Spongebob episode where all the personifications of his abstract thoughts rifled through mazes of filing cabinets in his brain to locate his own name and you imagine something similar is going on in your own head, trying to determine your relationship with Jin. It doesn't help that you can see his collarbone, his unbuttoned shirt, and his disarming grin–it’s distracting. He’s very distracting and you’ve gotta get a grip on yourself. Your sanity is hanging on by a thread and you’re trying not to be the weird demented fangirl that you truly are.
You discreetly suck your drool back in, at least you hope you do, and comment, “I didn’t know you spoke English so well.”
“Of course, I’m amazing at everything I do,” Jin says, stretching. Dear gawd, was that a sliver of belly? “But, alas, we’re speaking Korean right now.”
Say what now? “No, I’m speaking English.”
“You’re speaking fluent Korean and I barely know the English ABCs,” Jin informs you. His eyes suddenly crinkle mischievously. “Hey, why can’t bears live without bees?”
The sudden joke comes out of left field, and for the life of you, you can’t think of a clever response. “Um, because bees make honey?”
“Because without b’s, bears are just ears!” Jin’s windshield wiper laugh fills the room and you simply gape at him. The joke wasn’t all that good, but his laugh sparks mini-shocks through you like fuzzy static and you can’t help but smile. Jin wipes fake tears from his eyes and tilts his head at you. You don’t want to read too much into it, but his gaze on you almost feels fond in a familiar way, which it couldn’t be. Ridiculous.
Jin gestures to the sticky note forgotten in your hand. “You should read that,” he says kindly.
You nod assent and smooth the blue paper.
“You’re safe. You’re okay. Trust Jin, or whoever gave you this note. Joon, Yoongi, Hobi, Tae, Jimin, and Kookie are your friends. Everything’s going to be fine. I gotchu, bitch. - Y/N”
It is clearly your signature. The revelation has you off kilter. You woke up in BTS’ condo in what is apparently Seoul, Korea. Jin knows you. The boys are your friends. You wrote these notes. So you should trust the notes, right? Trust Jin. You look up to meet his bright eyes.
“So, we do know each other,” you state, tentatively.
He tries to reassure you with a smile. “We do. There’s a lot to talk about and catch you up on, but first, I think we should eat breakfast. How about I cook while you go get cleaned up? Your clothes are in the walk-in closet in my room if you wanna take a shower.”
He drinks his coffee as he waits for an answer. Food and a shower sound amazing right now. The conflict of your fight or flight instincts is steadily numbing and you just want to shut down. But, speaking of clothes, “Hey, Jin?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did I wake up naked in your bed?”
Jin chokes and coughs, spraying coffee on himself. His ears turn red and he averts his eyes. The expression on his face can only be described as someone caught between a rock and a hard place, but he quickly schools it into something apathetic. “Oh? You were naked in my bed?" he wheezes, throat rough from coughing. "I don’t know about your sleeping preferences, but what I do know is that you came over for drinks last night...and passed out here. You were naked? In my bed? Hmm, weird.”
Oh yeah. That was absolutely convincing. “And why was I sleeping in your bed instead of the couch?”
Jin sets the coffee down and rips a few paper towels to pat the front of his pajamas. We’re wearing a matching set, actually. He adopts an affronted attitude and explains, “I’ll have you know that I am the perfect host, and as the perfect host, I would never let a guest sleep on the couch. Especially on that monstrosity, which is more modern art than couch.”
The sectional does look uncomfortable. You’re not satisfied with his answer, but the blush of his ears has extended to his neck, the rosy pink deepening into an almost crimson flush. Entertained, you decide to be pacified for now. “Breakfast sounds good. I’ll go shower now.”
It’s almost funny how relieved the set of Jin’s wide shoulders look with your decision to leave the matter to rest–for now. You leave him to his ministrations and head to his bedroom. You read the names on the sticky notes as you once again traverse the hall, now in the opposite direction, and marvel at what your day is now. Closing the door behind you, the kitchen comes to life with muffled clangs of pots and pans.
Leaning against the door, you read the note again. You’re safe. You’re okay. Everything’s going to be fine. Well, that remains to be seen. As interactions go, you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself in front of Jin. It honestly could have gone a lot worse. At least you didn’t scream or faint. The glory that is Kim Seokjin is really something else in person. Pictures and videos don’t do the real him justice. You’re slowly coming to terms that all of this is real. The texture of the carpet beneath your bare feet, the sound of the other members rousing, the small ache of hunger in your belly, you can’t deny that it’s all actually happening.
Shaking yourself from your reverie, you become aware that you’ve been on autopilot. You’ve made the bed, stacked the Maplestory plushies, threw blankets into the hamper in the walk-in closet, and are now standing in front of the bathroom mirror, all as if your body is used to this routine. You turn on the shower, wait for it to warm up and then step into the relaxing stream. Jo would love the giant rain showerhead.
Wait, Jo! Does she know you’re here? Is she waking up alone and confused in an empty apartment wondering where you are? Your concern has you clutching the slick tiles. You hyperfixate on the warmth of the water, mentally following the path down your head, from your hair, along the skin of your back over your rump to stream down your legs and over your achilles to lightly pool at your feet. As your body relaxes and the high from your Jin interaction subsides, your thoughts sink into gray worry and cautiousness. Jin said there was a lot to talk about. Answers were coming soon, but still you don’t quite feel right in your skin.
Fact. You are Y/N. You are 25 years old and you’re from Sheboygan, Wisconsin. You work at Kohler Water Spa and you live an ordinary life. You speak English. You don’t know Korean…right? You rinse shampoo out of your hair and mentally focus to discern if you’re thinking in English or Korean, hoping to pin down the voice in your head visually. Results are inconclusive. You can actually feel your brain throbbing in protest.
Fact. You are in Korea. Seoul. Hannam the Hill. You wrote the sticky notes. You can’t help that your thoughts go wild with theories. Maybe you sleepwalked–sleep flew??--here? You were kidnapped? By BTS? Jin allegedly knows you. At least, he didn’t seem surprised to see you this morning, and in fact, seemed downright comfortable enough to subject you to his world famous puns. Ugh, you wish Jo was here. She’d know what to do. You’d call her if you could find your phone.
You soap your body and you think, any self-respecting Army would be ecstatic over something like this happening to them. Acknowledged as a friend of BTS, well enough to be showering in their shower, sleeping in their bed, and eating food cooked by Jin. Given the opportunity, you assumed you'd be thrilled, happy, and grateful. Faced with the reality, you feel alien, like you’re not where you’re supposed to be. The Army in you says fuck where you’re supposed to be. Take this opportunity and run with it. But it would be much more enjoyable if you had your bearings. Sure you could fake like you had your shit together, but shit has literally hit the fan.
Your hands stutter to a halt. Something suddenly feels not quite right, as if the negative thoughts have now physically manifested on your body. You have the same straight hair. The same soft hands and neat nails. The same lithe body, but there are scars on your arms, torso, and belly. What the fuck happened? Were you in an accident? Is that why you don't remember anything? The scars look old though. You can barely see them but the indentations are there, marring your otherwise normally smooth skin. Something to ask Jin about later.
After getting out of the shower, brushing your teeth and generously partaking of Jin’s skincare products, you head over to the walk-in closet. Women’s clothes and shoes line two of the four walls. They might all belong to you because they seem to be the right size and style you favor. After dressing yourself, you step back into the bedroom and almost brain yourself on the door jam because Jin is sitting on the bed next to a tray with two plates of pork belly, white rice, sauteed bok choy and kimchi.
“Ready to eat?” he asks, offering a glass of water to you.
You settle across from him, accepting the glass. “Thank you for the meal.” He smiles and nods. The both of you eat, lost in thought in the quiet. You try to focus on the food in front of you, but his eyes are searing into you, and you squirm a bit, feeling very much like a wriggly amoeba under his microscope.
Giving up your act of indifference, you peer up at him. His cheeks are puffed out like a squirrel as he chews. It’s disgusting how endeared you are by how adorably ridiculous he looks. He stuffs an impossibly huge clump of rice into his mouth. Your expression of disbelief has his face scrunching into the biggest smile, and he starts to laugh, which is a big mistake. He’s now choking on the rice, violently coughing, and you’re pounding his back shouting admonitions at him, as he debates spitting the rice out or forcing a swallow. The door slams open and Yoongi bursts into the room. All three of you freeze, you with your hand mid-air ready to pound Jin’s back again, Jin with his palm open under his mouth to catch the rice he has decided to abort, and Yoongi eyes wide watching the chaotic scene unfold. You don’t know who starts first, but you and Jin are laughing so hard that you’re gasping for air and Yoongi harrumphs, judging the pair of you from the doorway.
“You guys are so weird.” He pushes back his yellow bleached hair and rolls his feline eyes, but you spy the twitch of his lips as he holds back a smile. “Good morning, Y/N.”
So casual. So unperturbed. So normal. “Good morning, Yoongi-ssi,” you squeak nervously.
Ssi. So you ARE speaking Korean.
Yoongi does a double take, eyebrows furrowed. “Yoongi-ssi??”
Jin tells him, “It’s a blue note day.”
Yoongi nods, expression still concerned, but clearing of confusion. “Ah, a blue day. Understood. Let me know if you need anything, Y/N. You have my number,” he offers with a smile and backs out. Before he shuts the door completely, he peeks in again. “Oh, also, if you guys decide to die or kill each other, can you do it quietly? Some of us are working or still sleeping. Later.” With that, he leaves. You and Jin glance at each other, and then sputter into laughter again. Jin is falling over and you have to hold the tray steady from disaster.
When you finally recover your lungs and Jin’s amused hiccups die down, he sets the tray on the floor. “So, you have questions. I’m here to answer them,” Jin says, earnest kindness projected in every word.
Surprisingly, but maybe not so surprisingly, the first question out of your mouth is, “Where’s my phone?”
“Ah. You want to call Jo, right?”
“How did you know? Do you know Jo too?” Jin shakes his head with a smile that says he knows you and knows you well, which both excites and worries you.
"I don't know Jo.” He pauses, then says, “But you shouldn’t call her.”
“Why shouldn’t I call her? She’s the very first person I should be calling,” you say matter-of-factly.
“You wanna call Jo. And then your mom, and then your ‘kids’--cousins, to be precise, but, Y/N. I don’t know how to tell you this except to just tell you bluntly. They…don’t know who you are.”
Something isn’t computing. Synapses not synapsing. Brain not braining. “What does that even mean?” you ask carefully. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why wouldn’t they know me? Jo is my cousin. My mom is my mom. And my other cousins are like my babies.”
“Well, yes…but not here. Not in the real world,” Jin says cryptically.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean ‘the real world’?”
He hesitates, and then sallies on. “Here are the hard facts and truths of the real world. Your name is Y/N. You are 25 years old. You work at Big Hit in the human resources department. You’re an orphan. You have no family. ”
You scoff in disbelief and growing indignation. “You can’t be serious. I’m an orphan?”
“It’s the truth,” he says solemnly. All traces of your previously shared hilarity have disappeared into the ether. “But I’m here for you. We are here for you. Namoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are your closest friends. All of us are like family and you’re part of that family."
All this information is giving you whiplash. "How am I supposed to believe all that?"
"Please, believe me," he pleads. "You’ve tried calling Jo before, and it didn’t go over so well. Actually, Jo handles it pretty well. She’s really nice. We even flew her to Korea one time. She’s a hoot, but you didn’t handle it very well. You kept trying to make it something that it isn’t and just disappointed yourself because, like I said, Jo doesn’t know you.”
“And what is up with that?” You throw up your hands in frustration.
“With what?”
“That! You keep talking as if this happens all the time. Do I have amnesia? Short-term memory? Am I crazy?” You wonder if you’re going crazy. Have you finally cracked?
Jin gathers your hands in his and your reeling stumbles to a halt. These sensations don't feel dream-like. The boniness of his fingers gripping yours. The warmth of his palms. They feel like an anchor trying to keep you from floating away, but you’re pretty sure the string on your kite isn’t even attached to you anymore. Jin’s thumbs rub circles on your skin. “You are not crazy,” he assures you. “You do have a memory issue, but we’ve got this handled. You’re aware this happens. That’s why you’ve written all these notes for yourself.”
His eyes haven’t left yours for one moment, and there’s a part of you that feels like he’s trying to convey more to you, but you just can’t decipher what it is. You’re at a loss for words. Did you dream up your whole life? Is this really your life?
He gently drops your hands and scrubs his face. “I’m not doing a good job explaining all of this.”
“You really aren’t,” you say with a small smile. You feel your smile involuntarily tremble and you’re embarrassed to find that your eyes are beginning to water, but you do your best to swallow it in, biting your lip. You refuse to cry in front of this man. Jin says he knows you, but he’s essentially a stranger. You don’t really know him. You know idol Jin, but you don’t know Seokjin.
“Look. I know this is a lot to take in,” Jin says gently. “You take all the time you need. I already told corporate that you’ll be taking off this next week, so you can relax and figure things out.”
Relax? In BTS’ condo? “So do I live here with you guys?”
“What? No. Don’t be ridiculous. You live a few floors down.” He thinks you’re being ridiculous? In all the realms of possibilities, this, of all things, is a ridiculous notion?
“Then why are my clothes in the closet?” you ask.
“Convenience for sleepovers?”
“Was that a question or a statement?”
Caught, he tries to reel things back on track, explaining, “You’re here about fifty percent of the time anyway. Why wouldn’t you keep some things here?”
“Yeah, ‘some’ things. Not half a closet. And why your closet?”
“Is my closet not good enough for you?” he asks in mock-indignation. You know he’s trying to lighten the mood, but you feel like you’re back at square one. His explanations have only given you more questions and you feel adrift. You’re an orphan. The people you thought you knew are strangers. You don’t know anyone in Korea. Jin, Yoongi, and the rest of the boys are all strangers too. You feel alone and–
“Jin. I think I want to be alone right now.” You look to the floor, not wanting him to see the tears threatening to spill, your throat thick.
You hear him get up. He hesitates at the door. “Y/N–” he starts to say, an emotion you can’t figure out coloring your name, but then he thinks better of it, stopping. “Ahem. I have a meeting with my brother I can’t miss, but I’ll be back soon. If you want to go to your apartment, just let one of the guys know and they’ll escort you. Take all the time you need in here.”
And with that, he leaves you. The door clicks shut. You feel like you’re underwater, like you’re sitting at the bottom of the ocean, the pressure squeezing your lungs. You feel fragile, like you’ll shatter at any moment. Slowly, you get up to shut the drapes on the balcony sliding door, blocking out the morning sun now shining cheerfully and the city abuzz. You carefully remove the plushies off the bed and hide yourself beneath the silk duvet. Burying your head into the pillows first, you then allow yourself to weep, gasping on sobs.
None of this makes any sense. How can your most precious memories and relationships be fiction? You’ve always tried your best to be a good daughter, a good granddaughter, a good cousin, a good friend. How could your whole life be a lie? Jin and Yoongi were friendly and seemed to genuinely want to help you, but you have the sneaking feeling that there’s something else going on. Things like this don’t happen for no reason.
You don’t know how long you cry for, but eventually you run out of tears. As you drift into the welcome oblivion of sleep, you wonder if you’ll wake up at home to the sound of your fridge humming, the ice maker clacking, the telephone poles buzzing outside your window, and the floorboards creaking as a loved one gets ready for work.
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V.04 ━━ Appartement 04A. Shared verse with @medicbled. After a year of a somewhat loose relationship, and a few months actually going out as a couple, the idea to move in somewhere together came to mind and prompted a search for the ideal place [ in France, a suggestion he hadn't thought Gloria would accept ]. They found the 04A, a 250m² last floor apartment with partial view of the Eiffel Tower, after two weeks of visits, a never-restored-before property that won Gloria's heart with broken plaster detailing and wooden bookshelves, and through her, it won Marcel.
Considering the Haussmannian characteristics of the apartment, restoration began right away, with her request to keep most of the property's original charm. Materials and colors were carefully picked by her from a selection of period appropriate made by the restoring team. Furniture and decor were partially bought from antique stores, and partially customized from designer furniture stores, kitchen and laundry appliances, cabinets and hydraulics were mostly custom. The entire apartment has plaster detailing, with only the living room and library having gilded finishes added to them. The only significant change made to the structure was the replacement of all original windows for steel-framed windows and BR-4NS glass carefully customized to retain the original antique appearance.
The first decision made towards the restoration were the materials for the flooring of the entire apartment: Marble and Oak. Marble was laid in a traditional cabochon pattern in the bathrooms and hallways, and in herringbone pattern in the laundry, while the hardwood flooring was done on the rest of the apartment to the chevron pattern that was the original design. After came the palette: White, blue, pink and golden, with the exception of Gloria's library, that kept a museum-like quality to it with deep green and cream accents. With everything set, furniture and appliances were tailored to fit her taste as well as the color palette.
While the common areas are all somewhat intertwined in their design, the private areas of the apartment allow more eclectic choices, specially in her library and his office [ which were a form of gift to the other, despite being both designed by Gloria ], with their opposite color palettes, choosing browns and greens over the gentle pale colors of the rest of the apartment, everything to feel as a piece of a museum or university within their bubble. Sleeping rooms bring back the original palette, and were initially both white and blue, entirely classic in their design, but in 2018 the guest room was converted in a pink chinoiserie style fairytale garden nursery to house their first child, Sophia. The main bedroom remains pale blue and white, with golden accents with a white marble bathroom.
The renovations took three months, and by October 2015 they had moved in. They only moved out of the 04A in late 2021.
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NAVIGATION
ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK
the cheap exhaust fan in your apartment is indeed falsely advertised, although you had foreseen this happen. a less than two thousand yen worth of device plus free installation is suspicious from the get-go but it's damn worth it for a newly employed healthcare professional living on a salary worth ten percent more than the minimum wage. you don't have to luxury yet to invest on expensive items but you still hoped the machine could perform at least a decent work.
the residue of smoke and moisture from the grilled salmon remains within the humble space of your living room. the smell lingers on the surfaces of the furniture and even on your cotton oversized shirt; a reek hard to remove. you made a mental note to purchase an air purifier on the next month's salary check.
well, at least for positivity's sake, you had a great dinner cooked and served by your personal chef, more like your bestfriend whom you abusively treat as your personal chef (to be fair, he volunteers to cook for you every time he hangs out at your place).
as soon as you finish rinsing off the cloud of soap on the last ceramic dish, you wipe your hands on the towel hanged on a magnetic hook on the refrigerator. your eyes dart to the sofa in the living room. it's empty, left without a trace of a dark haired boy.
your barefeet quietly padded on the wooden floor as your hunch leads you to a room. you can't blame a full time business owner, chef, and your part time life adviser to find the entire week exhausting. afterall, he requested a date night with you so he could unwind.
your head peeks at the doorway of the bedroom and instantly see your bestfriend, osamu miya, lying on his stomach and staring intently at the screen of his phone. he holds the gadget at an eye level as his brows furrow at each movement of his thumb.
"lying down when your stomach's full is bad." he jolts in surprise when he sees you standing next to him. he must have not noticed you coming in as he had his full attention at the bright light in front of him.
as if by instinct, your eyes shift at the screen of his phone. he defensively turns it away from you but your quick eyes were able to catch on an application hued in mustard yellow designed with three horizontal parallel lines.
"is that a dating app?" you plop your body next to him, lying side by side. not giving him a spare second to explain, you immediately snatch the phone from his grasp. "samu, since when?!"
"i used it before but anymore. i'm about to delete it." he didn't try to take back the phone but instead he gives his full trust on you as leans his body towards you, inching the distance between the two of you as he watches you open the application.
"thought you're never the type to use a dating app? what happened to "organic dating is still the best."?" you say using hs own words as you examine the interface of an unfamiliar application.
you share a similar standpoint with him when it comes to dating. when dating apps hit the trends, you were never swayed by it, never tempted to try because you have always believed in meeting a potential lover outside the confines of technology and osamu agrees. to him, the best way to find one's other half is to know them 'the organic way' hence, the quote and quote.
"it was a phase." he responses rather quietly.
"how come i never knew about it?" you find it odd that you've known him for almost a decade and been with him every week since college graduation but never had the idea of his so-called phase.
"it's pointless. give me back my phone, i'll uninstall it." your quick reflex dodges osamu's attempt to steal his phone from you.
"no! i'm not yet done exploring!" you protest.
"there's nothing in there that you'll find interesting!" osamu once again tries to take the phone from you but fails when you twisted your body away from him. losing balance, you fall helplessly on your back with his phone above your face.
"this alone is interesting." you click on an icon shaped in a sillouhette of a man. this action leads you to his profile.
a young osamu wearing a plain black baseball cap that he often sports back in uni stares back at you. his cheeks are tinted in soft red as he flashes a half smile. his arms are crossed in front of him therefore accentuating his broad shoulders. the plain white brick walls behind him heightens the glow on his face. his eyes, however, were dull.
"a college photo, really?" you mock him as you flash him the photo. you inquire, "when was this anyway?"
"third year."
"so, i was in second year."
"hm-hmp." he nods, watching you scan his profile.
"who took this?" you ask as you look closely at the image you have not seen before.
you scroll down to read the details about him typed below the interests section. volleyball and food are his top interests. sounds like him, you thought. a fun fact about him is that he has a twin. his astrology sign and mbti are also indicated below but what caught your eyes is the text inside the description box.
"looking for something casual."
osamu is not the type to date just for the sake of pleasure or the thrill. as far as you know, he takes every relationship to heart. you even tease him about being secretly sentimental. you jested that his reputation does not live up to his reality.
"suna took the photo and installed the app. all on that same night." he mirrors you, lying on his back as he looks at the phone.
"you look tipsy. were you drinking?" you point at his redded cheeks. he smiles softly, admiring your attention to details.
"yeah, we were."
"and you didn't invite me?! suna was there!" you dramatically gasp at him, forming your mouth into an 'o'. your reaction earns an airy chuckle.
"you were busy."
"i'm never too busy to hangout with you and drink."
"but you were." the smile on his face fades as he meets with your eyes, neck turned to the side so you are face-to-face with him.
"with academics? pft, second year was terrible. i can still remember the stress and agony i went through day by day. it was a hellhole. i'm sure i needed a break. i'm offended that you didn't invite me four years ago."
"no, not with school..." there was a brief pause, but it was long enough to build tension. he gazes at you intently before continuing. "...but with someone else." his words leave a thick air in the room. there's a subtle hint in his tone that you couldn't brush off and for some reasons you're tongue tied, unable to spurt out a comment about the particular ex he is referring to.
when silence took longer than it should, osamu takes the initiative to break the ice.
"give it back." he says, shifting his eyes to the device but does no effort to retrieve it.
"no." you turn your attention back to the gadget before clicking on the home menu. a picture of a woman around your age appears. "let's do a final swipe before you delete it." you prop back on your elbows.
unknotting the tightness in your stomach and reducing the sudden awkwardness from the previous conversation, you begin to read the details of the said woman in a rather playful tone.
"aries, twenty four, loves to workout, occassionally smokes and drinks, and does not want children." you highlight the last statement before giving him a look. you arch a brow at him. "you want children. not a match. left!"
osamu laughs, spreading a hand out. "alright, that's a swipe. my phone, please."
"final swipes. come on, don't spoil the fun." you say, rolling your eyes at him. he allows you to use his account, watching you swipe left after left in a quick manner without even reading the details of the suggested matches.
"you're not even paying attention!" osamu blurts out between laughs.
"not my type, not for you."
"how can you know they're not your type when you don't spare a second looking at them?!"
"i know at a first glance." you pull a serious yet playful face. you purse your lips like a detective about to crack a case and osamu finds it hard to stifle a laugh. "look, here." you turn the screen slightly towards him so he could see the woman's face.
"she will definitely ghost you." swipe left.
"guaranteed, she has ten other men talking to her." swipe left.
"she has her friends backing her up so talking to her may equate to talking her group of friends." swipe left.
"how do you even know that?!" at this point, osamu crashes his head on the mattress, laughing his head off. "you're judgemental."
"i know and i'm not proud of it." you continue to swipe left.
then, a photo of a woman with loops of hair falling graciously above her shoulder appears. she wears a light make up, a glossy tint bring fore to her plump lips. to say the least, she's beautiful. she has the aura of a woman who naturally has men lining up for him. you even find yourself attracted to her but an underlying envy simmers inside you. you bite onto your mollars and though you're apprehensive to know the truth, you dived in head first.
"is she your type?" you ask. osamu raises his head to peer at the screen of his phone. his eyes widen, taking interest at the woman in the dating app.
it takes it all in you not to turn the phone away from him but the unwavering look on his face lets you know the he is captivated by her. you should have not asked, a whisper hushes at the back of your head.
osamu finally averts his eyes away from the screen to look at you. he swallows. "no."
liar.
you bitterly huff, turning to look at the photo. "then what's your type?"
osamu leaves your question unanswered and as stillness dragged on, you take this as a cue to look at him. you are instantly met with a pair of hooded eyes. a deep hue of blue and gray adorns his orbs as he gently holds yours with fondness.
his eyes dart down on your face, your chin probably, you aren't sure where he's focused at and rested there for a moment before dithering back to meet with your eyes.
even with a decade long of friendship there are still boundaries where one should not cross. never once he touched you without your consent, never has he asked private questions that will make you feel unease. he was careful, always. respecting your boundaries as you do the same for him. but tonight he takes a leap, crossing lines he shouldn't but wished should have years ago. tossing the risks of ruining ten years of friendship for something more.
his lips smack against your mouth, answering your question with an action rather words. as you feel the touch of his sensitive skin against your mouth, a realization pops in your headㅡa thought that frightens you.
you can never go back to just being friends.
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Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: What their bedrooms look like
Kizaru✨
His bedroom would have a custom bed that would be over ten feet tall to fit this guy. He likes warm colors so dark mahogany wood furniture and cream bedding and curtains. He’d have large walk in closet for all his fabulous suits.
Akainu🌋
He would have a modern Japanese style bedroom, he doesn’t like to hurt his back by sleeping on the floor so he does have a custom made bed. He keeps the colors neutral and even has a plant that he grew himself in his bedroom. The doors of his bedroom open to face the garden.
Ryokugyu 🌱
He’d have a dark green themed bedroom which has dark wooden floors and furniture. He does have a few plants in his bedroom and the room is well lit because he needs a lot of sunlight in the mornings to feel like himself.
Fujitora 🐅
He has a pretty simple bedroom as he doesn’t see the need to have anything extravagant as long as it’s comfortable that’s all the matters to him. He does prefer a simple Japanese style bedroom.
Sir Crocodile 🐊
He favored a dark and sexy bedroom with large windows that look out at the desert. He has a walk in closet attached to his room which
Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩
His bedroom would definitely be having the beautiful ocean view and a balcony where he could sit out and watch the sunset. He likes warm colors throughout his home. His bedding is of the finest quality and he has a little wine cellar tucked away there too.
Benn Beckman 🔫
He likes a simple and clean bedroom with light colors and wooden floors. He likes that he has a view of the countryside from his bedroom and it puts him in a real good mood when he wakes up.
Katakuri Charlotte 🍡
He has a bedroom with high ceilings for obvious reasons and a very cozy bed so when he lay on it, it feels like a marshmallow (probably made out of it too). He likes a blend of light and dark colors with large windows so that his room is brightly lit.
Killer🔪
He likes a simple and rustic style bedroom with warm colors that isn’t too much for him to deal with. He just wants to rest there and then he leaves so he doesn’t put too much effort into making it too special.
Kaido🐉
He likes something simple but still a little bit classy with high ceilings. He never really had much luxury in his life so he does enjoy having that when he goes to rest if he can make it to his room at the very least. He wanted strong wood floors and huge bed that could handle his weight. He didn’t care for the coyotes as long as he had a balcony to step out on, it was fine.
King👑
He would have a bedroom that was dark and sexy (like him omg King) with selected artworks that he found when he travelled to different lands. The bedding needs to be high quality so that they don’t hurt his sensitive wings and fire proof too. He has a bookshelf with several books that he’s currently reading.
Queen👑
He would have a bedroom that is comfortable for the ladies and himself. He definitely would have a jacuzzi to entertain his company when he has them around. He likes dark colors and super comfy blankets.
Izou🔫🔫
He likes a simple and elegant room with a feminine touch to it. He definitely has a walk in closet where he stores all his beautiful kimonos and make up. He has several floor length mirrors in his room so that he can see himself in different angles.
Dragon D Monkey🐉🐒
He wanted something that still had quite a bit of light coming in and a comfortable bed that doesn’t hurt his bad. He likes neutral colors that don’t stand out too much. He also has some chairs in there so that he could sit and read from time to time.
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ok last one (for now xD) may i request the entire bedroom headcanon prompt list for kira 👀? i feel like the set design team for teen wolf had no idea what they were doing with any of the characters xD
- @bebbie-bilinski
🍓Little Kira Bedroom headcanons 🍓 ➢ event masterlist
[pictures included]
1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?
- she sleeps in a full size bed that’s a memory foam mattress, she can get pretty sore from all the fighting she does while big so having something soft and squishy is really nice when she gets home and can regress. She really leans into her feminine side when she’s regressed, often feeling that it gets overlooked in turn of people focusing on how she’s a kitsune instead, so a lot of her bedding/room is “girly girl” pink. including a canopy that Scott got her after finding out about her regression, she adores it and will invite Scott over so they can sit under it & watch shows or read books. her bed frame isn’t bulky or anything special really, just something she picked up from ikea but she likes keeping it tucked against a wall so she has less of a chance of rolling off (she moves a lot in her sleep)
2. How many pillows do they sleep with? What’s the color of their pillows?
- so so many pillows and stuffies on her bed at all times!! sometimes she wakes up with half of them kicked off her bed just out of the sheer amount of them. her two main pillows have strawberry pillow cases but her actual bed has a pink silk fitted sheet. her favorite throw pillows are a fluffy pink heart that she tucks under chest when she lays on her stomach to watch movies & a cherry blossom pillow, that Lydia got her, she uses to prop her phone up
3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?
- she keeps her comforter folded at the end of her bed and opts to sleep on top of her sheets, and she uses at least three different fleece throw blankets every night! the hall closet closest to her room is filled with a bunch of throw blankets, seasonal or just random ones she’s acquired over the years. the ones below are just some of her favorites
4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?
- her clothes are stored in cloth organizers she keeps in a wooden shelf made for them! she used to have a dresser but the organizer is easier for her to navigate and doesn’t take up as much space as her old dresser
5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?
- there are so many lights in her room she sometimes finds it hard to keep track of them all. there’s her main light that’s attached to her ceiling fan, the lamp she keeps on her nightstand, led lights that are lined around her whole room, fairy lights she trails along the canopy Scott got her, at least two of those light projectors that display different colored patterns on her walls/ceiling, and she has two nightlights that are used almost every night. the nightlights are those squeezable ones as they’re battery charged and she won’t need to get up from bed to get to an outlet if she ever wanted to turn them off
6. What colors are their bedroom walls?
- they’re white, it’s versatile and will fit any aesthetic she could want to decorate with
7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?
- it’s a decent size bedroom, not too small for Kira to feel like she’s running out of space but not big enough for her to not know what to do with it. as I said, her bed stays against a wall, her nightstand next to it and then her organizer of clothes at the end of her bed so she has maximum space on her floor. she also has a small white vanity that’s on the other wall of her room
8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?
- she has a wood floor since things get a little too messy for a carpet. It’s not too dark of a wood but not super bright, she likes it
9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?
- she has a plushie army! there’s a million of them and they all have names. she also has a pretty big collection of littlest pet shop & dolls, barbie and monster high are her favorite!
10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?
- she has a small circle shag rug that’s pink and matches some of the decorative pillows on her bed!
11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?
- she has a shelf where she keeps her tea & tea pot and while that’s not purely for decoration, she really likes how it looks. there’s other miscellaneous things scattered around on her nightstand or vanity that’s decorative. a lot of it is to remember trips she’s taken, places she’s moved from, memories she shares with people from the pack, and some things her parents have gifted her over the years. there’s also a few plants she has, she’s really good at growing things and she likes to sketch them while she’s little
12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?
- loves loves loves to sing & dance around in her room! She also likes to practice with her lacrosse stick if she’s feeling big enough, she knows better than to touch her sword while small. she loves to watch movies too, she’s even gotten a projector she’s able to set up on her nightstand and point towards the wall where her vanity is to watch!
13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?
- nope! she has no siblings so nobody to share a room with, but occasionally malia or lydia will stay over!
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Thank you for the ask! 🖤
6. Describe your dream home.
Oh boy. As someone who rents I would currently consider a soulless studio box a dream home if it could be properly mine.
On a more serious note, in a dream world of plenty, it would probably be a cottage in a small close knit community and local market, with a robust transportation system to get to the big city to Do Things (I'd prefer a high speed train running every 10-20 minutes). 2-3 bedrooms to have friends over, large kitchen and a garden for veggies and bees (I have no gardening skill so this is wishful thinking). Probably about 87% covered in ivy. Proper wooden furniture. Typewriter. Decent wifi. 2-3 cats. Library. Pumpkin shaped casserole dish. Chicken legs under said cottage.
You know, basic needs. Nothing fussy.
22. Tag someone you think is hot.
@patchworkgargoyle has been serving looks lately like a Michelin chef serves dinner to be quite honest.
37. Have any tattoos?
No. :(
I think it's an ADHD issue. Hard to commit to a design and actually set up appointments.
Although the idea still rattling in my brain is to get a sprig of lilac in honor of glorious 25th of May and also I recently saw a really cool chess tattoo that I'm hoping can be extrapolated on.
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We get a good look at Bruno’s room in canon—but do we really? There’s no furniture anywhere, and the giant hand pointing up the stairs implies that townsfolk came through when seeking prophecies, so how likely is it that Bruno kept his bed directly in their path?
(This is not meant to disparage anyone else’s headcanons. I love the diversity of ideas of everyone trying to figure out where this poor man slept.)
As I mentioned in my post about my design for Pepa’s room, each of the gift bedrooms we see relates to both the owner’s gift and identity, and I’ve additionally been giving each of the triplets sensory themes. Bruno already has associations with sight, sand, and stone, and I took the tower motif and tried to build in ideas about visibility/invisibility and optical illusions, physical manifestations of layers and secrets.
Far above him, a distant focal point, stretched the open sky. Maybe. It didn’t actually match the weather outside, or the weather inside, unless Pepa was in his room. Prophecies made within his tower didn’t darken the skies beyond it. Otherwise, this sky remained clear no matter what happened, yet the constellations matched the ones he and his hermanas looked at while lying on Casita’s roof. Was it a replica of the sky, or a window, somehow peeking beyond the clouds? Whenever he had asked, Casita didn’t know, and that only gave him more questions about how the miracle worked.
Most of the central cavern shone in the midday sun, warm for now, though it would cool quickly when the angle of the light changed and the shadows returned. Rough brown stones broke up sightlines, helping funnel focus to the bottom of the vertiginous loops of stairs.
SU FUTURO ESPERA. The sign pointing up towards his vision cave had reminded Bruno of foam fingers at fútbol games ever since it first rose from the dunes, but since nobody else knew about those he supposed that it looked more ominous. Like the hand of some timeless titan, reaching out of the earth.
However other people felt about it, it did its job. Anyone from town who came to the creepy tower behind the creepy scowling door of the creepy prophet knew exactly where to go, and left the rest of his room alone.
Bruno walked to the left, behind a rock that rose twice as tall as him, and into the hidden tunnel that bored beneath the stairs, invisible from anywhere in the room except directly in front of it. It curved counterclockwise, following the line of the steps, a dark, square edged box of carved rock until it opened into his bedroom.
(As they learn to see, chapter 7)
Bruno’s tower comes in two parts.
First: the main, obvious area, taking up most of the massive space, devoted to both his role in the Encanto/duty as a Madrigal, and to his ominous reputation. Even here, there are hints of his true goofy personality, but they’re easily misinterpreted as threatening, because the way Bruno thinks isn’t the way most people around him think. It opens into a view of something mysterious and untouchable, while also hiding the effects of Bruno’s deliberate prophecies.
Directly across the room, half hidden by the curve of the wall, was the door to his bathroom. A few paces away from the wall, a handful of broad steps, sandstone like the ones to his vision cave, led down to the sunken sleeping area, except for right beside the entryway and by the bathroom door where twin wooden staircases instead led up to his study.
Whatever forces controlled the sand, they continued while his door was dark and Casita couldn’t access the tower, because his room didn’t have anywhere near this much when he had snuck back in to collect some of his belongings.
Now, the sand trailed through the tunnel, ankle deep, and piled against his furniture as if wind had pushed it into drifts. It edged up against the bottom drawers of his dresser and filled the space beneath the bed...
Second: the smaller hidden area with his bedroom, study, and bathroom. His needs and hobbies, things that could both humanize him and make him vulnerable, are visible only to his family members who already know to look, and hidden from everyone who only comes seeking the future. After he entered the walls, sand from the main chamber flooded the room, his reputation in town and the burden of his gift slowly seeping into his family’s private view of him.
More private visions, he stored in boxes in the secret cellar beneath his bedroom, accessible only through a trapdoor hidden beneath his rug and his bed. Some were gruesome, locked away as much so that he didn’t need to look at them as to hide them from prying eyes. But others? ... Spoilers too big to share but too precious to destroy.
But, there is a third area known only to Bruno and Casita: a small cellar below a trapdoor beneath his bed, where he stores the prophecy tablets he doesn’t want anyone to know about. Some are so happy that he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise, but others are physical manifestations of traumas that he doesn’t want to burden his family with, or acknowledge himself. Secrets hidden within secrets and assumptions.
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25 Wonderful Boho Bedroom Ideas For a Blissful Space
Want to decorate your bedroom? or change the existing style with colorful vibes, then get free-spirited charm and vibrant eclectic effects with boho bedroom ideas. Bohemian or Boho style décor is always a fun way to add relaxed, carefree character and coziness to a bedroom. It combines some vintage look with a modern earthy touch.
Nowadays Boho style is a mixture of some popular styles like Scandinavian or neutrals. You can design your room with some energetic paint colors or bold wallpapers. Think of some natural materials like baskets, rattan pieces, pendants, lights, jute rugs, and wooden furniture.
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IDEAS TO DECORATE THE CHILDREN BEDROOM FURNISHINGS
When it comes to decorating your kid’s room, lots of questions pop in the parent's mind like whether to fill the room with their kid favorite superhero character or to paint the entire room like a fortress. The best thing to do is imagine how your kid will like the room in the next 5 years. Whether the room will need new visit site here paint or altogether new furnishings in coming years? And go for interior design services in London to relax and give your kid best and comfortable room which he/she deserves.
Let's keep things simple and basic:-To begin with, IDEAS TO DECORATE THE CHILDREN BEDROOM FURNISHINGS Articles room renovation for your children remember one simple thing that your kid does not require a whole lot of furniture in his/her room. The child’s requirement with respect to interiors consists of a bed, a dressing table, student desk, and a bookshelf. Especially if your kid is a toddler or learning to walk and play, you should keep ample space in the room for your baby to crawl, walk, and play.
Kids toys and furniture are two different things:- According to the Interior design services in London, when your kids are growing up they need more space in the room to organize their stuff properly. Filling a room with toys like wooden slides, mattresses castles, furnishings perform sets can keep your children entertained for certain time-being but not for a prolonged period in future. Avoid investing in toys that double as furniture and maintain toys and furniture separately in the room.
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Interior Design Ideas For An Eco-Friendly Homeby Paint Sutra :)
Let's consider some sustainable and eco-friendly interior designs which can turn your home into a nature-loving paradise: Sustainable interior design is quickly rising in popularity in recent years due to its signature quality of calming nature vibes and creating a relaxed boho vibe. It is cheaper than usual when it comes to the wallet and pleases the senses. Reaching out a balance between the environment and our own needs without reduced capability of the future generations must be adequately practiced because of increasing
1.Rattan Furniture For Sustainable Interior Design
Choose the sustainable option of rattan furniture for your living room and combine it with earth-tone walls to build a warm atmosphere. Accentuate the look by adding upcycled frames, smart blinds, and eco-friendly lamp shades, thus creating a beautiful space that considers both environment and atmosphere.
2.There Is No Better Material For Interior Design Than Jute
Jute is a supremely sustainable natural fiber with beneficial qualities like durability and versatility. It can provide a recognizably rural style to an interior without adversely affecting the environment. Incorporating this strain of plant in your space will produce added sensations of pleasure when used for design elements such as settees, headboards, and upholstery work. You could even install someone on informal bench hung by jute strings for a touch of enthusiasm in the atmosphere.
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If you're looking to make your bedroom both bold and eco-friendly, industrial style could be the perfect choice. Its intimate setting has all the benefits of minimal design - featuring a brick cladding wall with a distressed finish, recycled wooden flooring and sparse pieces of furniture - married with the traditional aspects of timeless elements. Much of its charm lies in its green credentials; only upcycled resources are used during what's otherwise quite a modern take on bedroom design, making it sustainability at its finest.
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goooood morning nana 🌄🌄🌄 what does yours and Hirugami's house look like? Inside and out!
Jaaaaaas, I’m so sorry that it took me so long to finally answer this ask but oh god it took me so long to find images that capture my preferred home vibes 🙈
Okay so I’d love to have lots of rich colors as accent details & lots of warm wood flooring & furniture!
I like these two kitchens the only thing that kinda bothers me is that I’d love to have a kitchen island + stools for quick meals + more space to prepare & store stuff (the one on the left is Dakota Johnson’s kitchen & ever since I watched her AD video on YouTube I fell in love with it)
I can’t decide if I want the bathroom to be super out there with fun colorful tiles (or wallpapers!!!) or more neutral so you can fully relax in there (I don’t like the wooden floors & would prefer more funky tiles, maybe a design out of black & white ones, but I like the black faucets/ fixtures)
I looooove these living rooms!!! Especially the first one is so stunning with lots of plants the only things that’s missing for me is either a funky rich colored persian rug OR a colorful piece of furniture like that big green armchair in pic 2 or the velvet green poof/ coffee table in pic 3. Also I like the leather couch in pic 3 (but the flooring is ugly lol) because it is easier to clean than the white one in pic 1 & Hirugami & I definitely have at least one dog lmao.
Okay tumblr won’t let me add more pictures BUT I like the idea of having a round table for proper meals. I know they are not that practical compared to rectangular ones but I don’t think we’d have people over a lot & I really like how they look (but I’d prefer one out of solid wood & not one with a glass tabletop). ALSO the last picture just shows wallpaper accent walls & I’d absolutely love to incorporate those in our home too :3. Not shown here are the bedroom (I couldn’t find proper images that I liked) & the small conservatory (no idea if that’s the right word) filled with lots of plants & wicker chairs & a hammock, so we can soak up all the sun even during colder months hehe
#burnishedcrown.ask#letters to nana 💌#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING JAS#this was truly so much fun even though I struggled so much with finding images that I fully liked lmao m#also sorry for rambling!!! I cannot answer asks like this without going completely insane over the details#I also hope tumblr is not messing with the images 😾😾😾😾
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