#oh boy can she be distruptive to everything going on

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someone gave me permission so be prepared for one of the longest posts!!! first story is introduction to both arata and liane, then the numbered stories are mid fun stories explaining more of them, and 3rd is more planned story for where they go if they were actually in game. yeet hehehehehehehe(also making inbetween text blue so can separate stuff easier in head)forgot a part hold on!!! putting now-

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got it umm ill do arata and liane!!!! so, for the very start of their stories, arata and his family was finally able to move from inazuma and imigrated to fontaine main city when he was 6. he was very very quiet and mostly just read alone in school. as the strange quiet kid he ended up bullied. another kid in his class was a little girl named liane, loud exited personality and slitted eyes she made an inpact in the class. some tryed to pick on her, some were her friends. rumors around the school about her being a child of the abyss alwase wispered in her ears. she didnt let that bother her tho.

durring one of the weekly swimming lessons, arata was too close to the pool, and a kid thought it would be funny to knock him on a float. but arata was new to fontaine, and still couldnt swim.

no one noticed as he splashed around, and seemingly no one noticed when he lost his ballance and fell in. arata was sure he would die there. alone ostracized and forgotten by his peirs. electro vision manifesting and sealing his fate, because who would jump into a electric pool for him?

liane would, thats who. she noticed him splashing around on the float why would he try to go in if he obviously cant swim? when he slipped off the float, she jumped in. he drifted pretty far so she needed to swim for a bit but she got him. gripping the buzzing vision in her right hand and lifting with her left. trying her hardest to keep the vision from burning him.

when they got to the side of the pool, electro vision pushed to the side, a cryo one manifested next to it. flichering purple light and a paniced lianes crying the things bringing arata back to consciousness. plus a throbbing pain in his chest. lianes pov, getting him out of the water she tryed the compressions shed see others do but when he didnt cough up the water she started panicing. hitting his ribs as hard as she could, wishing the moment could stop. let her catch her breath and the boy to stay alive damn it! a few more hits and a crack neither noticed, he coughed up the water.

after all the crying, hugging, and paniced adults, they were sent to the nurces office. again a bunch of lectures, burnt hand and broken rib later, they still held onto eachother. througout everything they held on. after that day, that didnt change. the two sorta strange kids stuck together like glue. if you wanted one you had to deal with the other, or if you hurt one youd face the wrath of their friend.

little growing up stories time!!!!!!!

1.

back when they were 8, teachers still sat them next to eachother. them and their parents insisted for so long, and they wernt really distruptive to the class so it all worked out fine.... until the incident. one teacher, decided they really needed to *diversify* their friend circles, and put them on oposite sides of the class. joking around, a kid made a mistake. usually liane was the one fighting a lot to protect arata, but this time someone made liane the but of the joke in front of the whole class. needless to say, after that day the school needed to replace a few desks, and that the two raskles sit together<3

2.

over when they were 16, liane got sick. which was strange because she never got sick, the only time she did was after being in a lake for 3 hours in the fall on a dare, so arata was suspicious to say the least. whenever he tryed to ask lianes mom about it tho she would just say "oh dont worry about it, she'll be right as rain soon" and wouldnt let him see her. on the fifth day, he didnt ask. insted he snuck over to her window and used their secret knock before heading in. but she wasnt in there, double strange. last place to check was her bathroom, which wasnt locked for some reason? 3rd sus. hand semi blocking his eyes, he headed in.

she wasnt indecent, but she... didnt look the same. almost unrecognizable. usually sunburnt freckled tan skin replaced with a yellowy pale, brown wavy hair stark white and frizzy. the only true tells were her protective leather gloves and glossy slitted eyes, filled with tears.

arata didnt understand anything that was going on, but as soon as he could he held her tight in an embrace. apologies flowing from lianes mouth shushed with reassurance from arata. there was nothing she had to be sorry for, if he was being honest with himself, he was sorry for not being there sooner.

a polite talk with the mom and some liyue books later, arata fully understood. aparently back in liyue, there was the main shoot off of exorcists, and a little connection on the family tree not tracing back in liyue.(this is very hard to word) other members of the family this generation already showed off yang energy, this was just lianes shoving its head in. she didnt have a particular afinity or complications from her condition that others before had, but it still showed that her yang energy was irregular, and that she would have to get used to her new looks. (story 3 continues this sorta. might change the age to more 16 cause im still fixing stuff in my cannon but i think them 16 or 17 makes more sence)

3.

"im not doing this." "come on liane, we both know you dont wanna go out looking, well," "i look stupid i know. and im not leaving this room til im 50" "liane-" this conversation has been going on for 10 minutes straight. at this point, they were both starting to ajust, but one thing that was forgotten in the sick week was lianes hair.. she was panicing and thinking her life was over!! can you blame a girl? what ever circumstances brought it on, there needed to be something done. arata was holding a hairbrush still pleading with liane to let him do *something* but she wouldnt budge. "....what if i let you change my hair back?" "What!!!! why?" "so that we can both go back looking different. if i walk in there with a horid hair cut- and dont even try me. be both know you cant cut straight for shit- then there will be less people talking about your new uh, style, alright?" "but- but you like your style! didnt you just figure it out last year? and you just figured out how to french braid- ill just, i can deal with it alone. i dont want to let you deal with anything more because of me"

arata, knowing the stubbornness of his wonderful loud brash hurting friend, made the decision for her. grabbing the scissors, he cut some hair in front of his sholder to just frame his face. "liane, we both know we dont 'deal with something alone'. remember back when i couldnt go on that trip because i needed to be tutored in math? and you stayed behind too even though you were looking forward to it all year? or that time i got grouped up with that mean kid? you traded with me just so i wouldnt have to deal with the brunt of his anger. you sticked right there next to me wile i was still just that 'weird mute foreign kid' even when all your friends wanted to go to the pool. so if your gonna have to deal with some ass hats talking about your hair, then im just gonna have to have even worse hair. your not getting rid of me that easy. now come on, please let me take care of you"

arata hadnt noticed when he started crying, nor when liane started. one thing he truely knew tho, was how warm and secure they could keep eachother in an embrace.

-time skip-

"i. regret. everything" "no you dont! remember what you said~ 'your not getting rid of me that easily' which means your stuck with me for life!" different hairstyles[he was right, she couldnt cut straight.], new uniforms, new different paths they were going on to become a judge and scout, and a new *oh so wonderful* hat of leafs liane was slowly stacking on his head. the little nicknames changed, his neck adorned with a ring to seal his family and hers that they would not be alone, and, of cource, all the little jokes and pranks to show affection. but one thing didnt change, he didnt think it ever would. "come oon book worm! im soooooo tired and bored of sitting under this tree- oh i know! what if we went to that new bakery opening up? i heard its got some delicious pasteries and breads and-" he let her ramble off. leafs tumbling from his head and book mark in his book. hand in hand, like alwase talking and walking along.

they defedently would change, they alwase did. they alwase were, but the one thing that didnt. the single thing that stayed was the protection. they didnt need it anymore, the the promises wispered under sleepless night skys were enough to protect. and staying by eachothers side, that would be enough.

after story stuffs beyond this point, so more things and ideas for it they were in game.

thank youuu ack so idea for fontaine story line is you know the water poss in liyue? yeah sorta with that. the acting hydro archon works off of a total judgement. dosent care about the situations to lead to it, and mostly works off of things by the law they hold forth. so like if a starving person stole to eat, that person would be punished because of them taking the food. it dosent matter that the people higher up hold most of the farm lands and polute any that arnt theres making it almost inposible to sustain ones self, that person stole. working in sorta dystopia stuff with it but yee. with traveler side i imagine they go through and learn about all the spearate parts of the nation and end up figuring out their own rebelion effort. sorta mirroring inazuma but wanna make it different. its hard to explain cause really havent planned it out best- but to sum it up its more a revolution twords the higher up of society, which ends up with most of the rebelion labled as criminals. thats where the hydro archon stuff works in. because am salty this region will tecnically have 3 sorta archon could be placed as but more like no archon cause salty about hoyo. archon that killed the past archon that runs the show, the past archons still semi alive body that am making as a character, and one person that somehow counts as archon archon(caude still trying to adhere to genshin one playable archon per region) and gnosis you understnad-

"well how dose this work into character stuffs-" it works in like this! liane is one of the first people that shows you around fontaines main city. she shows of the technology and teaches the traveler how the nation works(plus introducing you to other fontaine characters like arata). you dont interact with her much after wards til your seen as part of a wanted group. somehow then traveler ends up interacting with her again and she hides the traveler a tiny bit. yada yada need to explain more too much extra stuff in background-

to add on, arata is sceptical of hydro archons rule wile liane sticks with it a lot. that comes with some conflict. wile all the rebelion stuff has been happening arata has tryed to talk to liane about it. trying to reason with her. she dosent understand tho so they stay in the city. when shes found out to have helped and hidden the traveler(this is all still veeeeeery blurry but am trying so hard to word right), she gets taken to court right in front of the acting hydro archon. her sentance? hanged. to show what happens to those who dont abide by the law.

with this announcement its called that most everyone come to watch. but when liane drops, different hydro bow dude thats big part of revolution shoots her down wile traveler dose hydro archon fight stuffs. arata is very much have Having A Bad Day TM so far so as soon as liane hits the ground he is holding her- thats where the dijected and sad drawings came from this moment. liane is numb for a lil bit til warmth of arata warms her up and its hugs and arata gives so many scolds and kisses and so much crying happens. they arnt part of the story quest after that exept for mabey end celebration stuffs yes. but happy ending! no sads! sorry this is horidly written i just cant handle angst and am still very planning this in my head

and thats all of it copy and pasted!!!! hope you enjoyed the bit of character lore stuffs ejebduwjdueh love my ocs- <3<3<3<3<3

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This demon on Easter

#cat #my cat #oh boy can she be distruptive to everything going on #she is ok though

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Stories to Awaken Terror Part 5: The Pond

Dean Winchester x Reader

2800 Words

Story Summary:As a couple of kids read a scary book, Sam, Dean and Y/N live those scary tales. Will they be able to figure out what’s causing the hunts before it’s too late?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Warnings: Snakes! Also, sorry for any mistakes!

Dean’s POV

The paper lay on the table in the middle of us, all three of you staring down at such a simple item. But it wasn’t. This simple paper had our lives written on it, and someone, like a child, had made it possible for Y/N to be walking this Earth again. It was terrifying, and I wanted this to end as soon as possible, but I hadn’t the slightest idea where to start.

“Do you think it could be a prophet?” Sam thought out loud. “Maybe even Chuck messing with us?”

“Chuck’s gone missing, so I don’t think so,” Y/N argued. “And we know the only prophet. I don’t think that’s it either.”

“So we’re back at square one. Sure, we have the paper, but we don’t know if it’s an Angel, witch, Demon. Hell, has anyone checked to see if this is a dream brought on by a Djinn?”  I asked.

“I hope not,” Y/N whispered, quiet enough that she thought nobody would hear. But I did, and I turned to stare at her, immediately realizing what she was thinking.  That our relationship would be nothing more than a part of that dream. I could see how much it had upset her, as she turned and left for her room.

“What was that about?” Sam asked, both of us staring towards the hallway.

“I think it was about the Djinn. If this is a dream, then that means…,” I let my words fade away, not wanting to speak them outloud.

“Then the two of you wouldn’t be, I get it,” Sam finished. “But Dean, you cared for her before all of this happened.”

“I know that. But she doesn’t,” i sighed. “Sam, see if you can dig anything else up. I’m going to talk to Y/N, see if I can somehow make her feel better about this.

“Mom, Dad!” Zach called out, storming through the house. “Have you seen my book?”

“What book is that sweetie?” His Mom asked, stepping out of the kitchen. “Isn’t Tyler supposed to be here any minute?”

“Yeah, that’s why I need my book!” Zach grumbled, his eyes red, his hands almost shaking.

“Zach, I...I found it,” Sophia stuttered. “It was in Dad’s study.”

“Oh, that old book. Why are you guys reading it anyways?” His Mom asked, but Zach just rolled his eyes, snatching the book and holding it to his chest.

“We need to finish it,” Zach insisted, taking the book outside while Sophia waited for Tyler.

The sun was starting to set when they were finally ready to start. Sophia was settled into her corner of the tent, already a frown on her face. “Zach, do you think we should stop reading? I’m starting to not like this book.”

“No!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide and scary. “We’ve got to finish the story!”

Turning the book to the next chapter, Zach started reading, his voice once again low and creepy. “It had been going on for decades,” Zach read. “Children would hike to this pond, a cool swim their intent, only to never be found. Adults stayed cleared of the murky waters, threatening their children to do the same. But it never failed, at least one child a summer would be drawn in by the coolness the water promised, only to never come up for air.”

“That’s creepy!” Tyler broke in, earning a glare from Zach.

“After the seventh kid had gone missing, it drew the attention of one of our heroes, who arrived to save the kids. But not used to hunting alone, things take a turn south.”

Y/N, can I come in?” I asked, quietly knocking on her door.

“Sure,” came her voice, muted through the door and I pushed my way in to see her sitting on her bed, her legs drawn up to her chest. “Dean, do you think that’s what this is? Just part of a Djinn dream?”

“No, I don’t,” I assured her, settling down next to her. “Y/N, I care about you before all these weird hunts started happening. So, even if this is all just a weird dream, I know I’ll still care about you afterwards as well.”

“I cared about you before too,” she admitted. “I always wanted to tell you, but I was too afraid.”

Just as I went to pull her into a hug, I heard a loud crash from the library. “Sam?” I called out, frowning when he didn’t answer.

“I don’t like this,” Y/N whispered, both of us standing up and heading back into the library. The paper was still in the middle of the table, Sam’s laptop beside it. A lamp had toppled to its side, along with the chair. A couple of books were thrown about the floor, but Sam was nowhere to be seen.

“Sam?” I called out. “Sammy!”

“Dean, look!” Y/N pointed to the screen, and I came over, wondering what could have happened to Sam. Peering down, I noticed the police report on the main screen, along with past newspaper articles. They all pointed to the same thing, missing children, with suspicion they died in the old town pond.

“Do you think…,” She started to say.

“Do I think that Sam got sucked in to a hunt like you did? Yeah, I do,” I muttered. “This one’s about three hours away. Hopefully he doesn’t go close to the pond before then. That thing’s creepy!”

Sure the sun was setting, and both of you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and catch some sleep. But I couldn’t. Not now, with Sam missing, off to fight another hunt, and who knows what this story or dream we were in had in store for us.

“Dean, don’t worry, we’ll find him,” Y/N assured me as we climbed into the Impala, my jaw set as I wondered exactly what we were stepping in to.

The town was fairly large, an agricultural town I guessed as we pulled up to the gas station. “You get gas, I’ll see if I can get any information from the attendant,” Y/N offered, bouncing up the stairs, leaving me behind at the greasy old gas pump.

With the Impala fueling up, I watched as Y/N flirted with the gas attendant, and I had to force myself not to get jealous.

When she came back with a huge smile on her face, I slammed the gas pump back into place, sliding into place behind the steering wheel. “I found out where the pond is!” She exclaimed, sliding in beside me. “And where Sam might bunk down.”

Shoving my jealousy down, I turned to face her. “So we go get a hotel room, and hope that Sam’s there?”

“I think that’s our best start. If he’s not there, we head to the pond, or the police department,” she agreed, sliding over and laying her head on my shoulder, sending away any remaining jealousy.

The hotel was another run down, paint peeling type of place, only minutes away from where the pond was supposedly located. Y/N stayed in the car while I went in to get a room, hoping that Sam was there as well.

It was only minutes later I walked back out, a key in my hand, shaking my head towards Y/N who leaned up against the Impala. “Well, he was here. Got a room, and then took off. They haven’t seen him since.”

“Dean, we’ll find him,” she assured me, squeezing my hand, giving the comfort I so desperately needed. I hated not knowing where Sam was. These hunts were unpredictable, and were driving me crazy.

“Let’s head to the pond,” I insisted, knowing in my heart that something wasn’t right. That this wasn’t going to be a simple hunt.

“What do you think we’re dealing with? A water sprite? A drowned spirit?” She asked as we climbed back into the car. “Do we bring our entire menagerie of weapons?”

“I really have no idea,” I answered. “Maybe the salt, but I have no clue. Let’s hope that we don’t have to use any quite yet.”

The interior of the car turned silent as I drove the short distance to the pond. Or at least to the pull off we were directed to. The pond was a mile hike, something I wasn’t exactly looking forward to.

Pulling off the road, we immediately noticed the older sedan parked off to the side. Knowing it was probably Sam, I made my way to the back of the Impala, quickly stashing different weapons into my duffel bag, Y/N doing the same. “Ready?” I asked her, and she nodded.

As we turned to the trail, I reached out, grasping her arm. “Just promise me that you won’t go into the water. No matter what happens, don’t go into the pond. We’ll figure something out, I just can’t have you go into the water.”

“Dean, I can’t promise that,” she answered. “But let’s not worry about that now. Let’s worry about finding Sam.”

The trail to the pond was easy to spot, and easy to follow. Often able to walk side by side, you kept an eye out for something out of place. It wasn’t until you had gone almost three quarters of a mile when you heard what sounded like a struggle. “Y/N, listen,” you whispered, your hand on her shoulder.

“That’s Sam!” She exclaimed the same time I realized it as well. Racing off, her right behind me, I came to the top of the hill, seeing Sam across from me. The pond was in between us, surrounded by tall oak trees and willows. It was a serene place, with a sense of creepiness attached.

Sam was breathing heavily, a shovel in his hands as he dug at the dam. “Sam!” I called out, his eyes widening when he saw up.

“Dean, I need help! There’s a boy, and he’s not coming back!” Sam exclaimed. Rushing forward, I began stripping out of my jacket as Y/N raced over to Sam’s side.

“No, Dean!” Sam screamed, stopping me before I could jump into the water. “Don’t jump into the water!”

“This story isn’t as scary as the rest,” Tyler muttered, laying back down on his bed as Zach finally paused. “I mean, what’s scary about people missing in a muddy pond?”

“I have to agree with Tyler,” Sophia agreed. “This one doesn’t seem like it fits in with the rest.”

“Can I just keep reading?” Zach grumbled, annoyed with the distruptance of his friends. “I don’t care if it’s creepy, I need to finish it.”

“This book has gotten to you, man,” Tyler told his friend. “Sometimes I wish we never started it.”

“Don't’ say that!” Zach slammed his hand onto the book. “This book is everything. We have to finish it!”

“Don’t you feel like reading this is wrong?” His sister asked, scooping up a handful of popcorn. “I can’t help but feel we’re doing something wrong by reading it. What if these people are real or something?”

“Sophia don’t be ridiculous,” Zach insisted, before turning back to the book.

“Why can’t I?” I asked, trying to catch my balance. But it was then I understood why. Staring up at me were the creepy, unblinking eyes of a dead girl as she continued to reach up for help, even in death. But it wasn’t just the dead, glassy eyes that scared me into scuttling backwards. It was the snake slithering out of her mouth, his tongue flicking as it turned it’s head towards me.

“What the hell?” I asked, making my way towards Sam and Y/N.

Sam was furiously digging, and Y/N had picked up a stick, helping him as much as possible.

“I have no idea. I got dumped her, much like I suspected Y/N had. I started digging around, finding out they had managed to pull one body out. It was full of snakes, but not just any type of snakes. Venomous copperhead snakes. I’m thinking this pool is haunted by some sort of Native American Curse.

“I hate snakes,” I muttered, feeling little comfort in the fact that I sounded like Indiana Jones. “So, what’s the plan?”

“I’m trying to break the Dam. If I can get to the bottom of the pond, maybe we can figure out what’s causing it.”

“You said something about a boy?” Y/N asked, wiping her face, getting a streak of mud across her cheek.

“He went in just before I got here. I don’t think he made it,” Sam mumbled, frowning.

Braking off another branch, I helped dig at the soft dirt, watching as water started to fall down the hill. With one final push of his shovel, the dam broke, and we climbed up to higher ground, watching as the water poured down the hill, soaking into the ground below.

As the pond drained, more dead bodies appeared, in various forms of decomposition. The girl I had seen earlier hung by the edge of the pond, caught in branches as another snake slid from her mouth, down into the water.

As I moved to put my stick down, my foot slipped, and I found myself sliding into the murky waters of the pool, where more copperheads were no doubt waiting for me. “Dean!” Y/N cried, as my foot slipped into the water. Scrambling to find something to hold on to, I felt the water creeping up my legs, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before a snake started slithering up my leg.

Sam slid down the bank, grabbing my hand and attempting to pull me up. With the soft ground, it was a struggle, but finally he had me out of the water and back onto the hill. Breathing heavily, we stared down, where I had just been. Two snakes were partially out of the water, hissing as they hit the dirt. “They can’t leave the pond,” Y/N whispered, as we watched them slide back in to what was left of the water.

It was almost twenty minutes later when the water was mostly gone, showing at least ten skeleton’s underneath. The ground was a whirling mass of snakes, slithering in and out of the bones, hissing as they tried to find water to hide in. “That’s just disgusting,” Y/N whispered, holding tight to my arm. “But wait!”

Following where she had pointed, I saw the newest death, a young boy trapped by the other side, his mouth wide open in fear. Clutched in his hand was a soggy, faded piece of paper, much like at the other hunt. “I’m not going in to get it,” I insisted, seeing all the snakes around him.

“Neither do I,” both Sam and Y/N said at the same time. “But Dean, do we try and give people closure? I think it would be best to burn this whole place.”

“I agree. I’d like to see that paper, but there’s no way we’re trying to bring up any of these bodies. I’ll get the lighter fluid.”

After thoroughly dumping three cases of lighter fluid on the skeletons and writhing bodies of the snakes, Sam held up a match, tossing it down, watching as the flames licked upwards. The snakes continued to hiss before finally going up in flames. “Do you think that will take care of the curse?” Y/N asked.

“I have no idea, but I think with the pond gone, and the snakes it’s a start,” Sam answered, all of us picking up our items before turning back to the car.

Without even spending the night at the hotel, we drove back to the bunker, surprised to see Cas already there, waiting for us. “Where were you?” He asked, noticing my muddy pants, Y/N’s muddy cheek, and Sam’s shirt.

“We took care of a curse,” Sam sighed.

“I think I found out more information about what’s happening to you,” Cas said. “I noticed this paper, and it goes with what I found out.”

“Cas, we’re dirty and tired. So whatever you have to say, spit it out,” I mumbled, taking a beer from the fridge.

“Sam, Dean, Y/N, these hunts that you’ve been experiencing. They’re all part of an ancient curse.”

“But what do they have to do with that page? And why us?” Y/N asked.

“I think the curse is in a book. And that page is from that book. But I’m still not sure why it’s targeting you. I’m still looking, but I wanted you to know what I’ve found. So please, try to be safe while I figure out more,” he ordered. “Oh, can I have this?”

Without waiting for an answer, Cas disappeared, the paper gone as well.

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Drabble for upcoming highschool au fic (date TBA soon) School Lunch ramble pt1

Kyungsoo greeted his friend with a bright smile when he saw Jongin lazily sat down across from him. Jongin gave Kyungsoo a lazy smile before he laid his head on top of his arms serving as his pillow. Kyungsoo looked down at his folded uniform blazer in his lap. Ever so gently, Kyungsoo lifted up the already sleeping head of Jongin and tucked his blazer underneath him. Jongin smiled when he felt the soft fabric and inhaled the subtly sweet fragrance of Kyungsoo’s laundry soap on the blazer. Kyungsoo gently raked his fingers through his friends messy brown hair. Jongin sighed in content. 

It was so peaceful, so quiet. 

They were lost in their own little world while the rest of the world carried on around them. Students and teachers could be heard but they paid no attention to them. 

Jongin liked Kyungsoo because he was...Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo took care of them. He knew how to get Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol to settle down. He gave special attention to Jongin and Sehun, especially Sehun since he was their ‘baby’. Kyungsoo always had extras for lunch in case someone forgot their lunch at home or were still hungry (basically everyone). Kyungsoo was always there. Jongin appreciated him for it. 

“Thanks for the pillow ‘Soo,” murmured Jongin into his pillow, “You’re the best.”

Kyungsoo smiled wider and ruffled his friend’s hair affectionately before retracting his hand. Kyungsoo turned his attention to his lunch bag on his right. He was taking out his lunch (leftovers from dinner the night before), when he perked up at the sound of Jongdae shouting at Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s loud laughter followed by Sehun’s nasal snickering. He moved his bag to his lap as Sehun slumped next to him and leaned down to rest his head on the shorter boy’s shoulders. He gave a soft whimper when Kyungsoo scratched his head gently.

“Thanks by the way for landing me in detention again,” said Jongdae sarcastically, glaring at Baekhyun who at beside Jongin, cooing at him, “That’ was really nice of you.”

“I do what I can,” smiled Baekhyun, “and you’re welcome!”

“Guys, shut up,” groaned Jongin into his arms, “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I blame Chanyeol for all of this.” started Jongdae, ignoring his younger brother’s request

“I thought we all agreed, everything from now on, was Chanyeol’s fault.” spoke Sehun as he took the plastic dish Kyungsoo was handing out to him

“The bus arrives late-”

“Chanyeol’s fault.”

“It rains, when the forecast clearly stated it was going to be a sunny day-”

“Chanyeol’s fault too.”

“Jongdae getting yelled at for Baekhyun distrupting class-”

“Did you refer yourself in a third person?”

“Chanyeol’s fault!”

“Jongin not getting enough sleep because you guys are such girls with your gossip-”

“Park Chanyeol’s fault!”

“Chanyeol making a fool of himself and missing most of class today-”

“Chan- wait, is it-”

“Ah, baby Hun you were doing so well!” 

“Chanyeol’s fault!”

“Yay~! Sehunnie is so cute!”

“I hate you all.”

“I second that.”

Kyungsoo smiled watching his friends talk animatedly in front of him. He didn’t feel the need to add to the conversation, he honestly never felt like he had to. He preferred to listen and watch. 

“Care to explain why you were so late coming back to class?” asked Baekhyun with a sly grin

“You did look like you seen ghost-”

“Nah it looked like that one time we caught him watching that video-”

“HA! I remember that! Chanyeol’s face was so red!”

“He was breathing like he ran a mile in gym class”

“Again, I hate you all.”

“You’re in denial, dude, you love us!”

“Love us.”

“Love me!”

“Get off me Sehun!”

“So what got you so hot and bothered on a Tuesday morning, in the middle of Chemistry class?”

Kyungsoo leaned forward and smiled slyly like the rest of his friends who were now staring at Chanyeol, who was looking like a cornered puppy.  They all waited for him to speak. Kyungsoo wiggled his eyebrows at his tall big eared friend, to encourage him to spill the beans.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.”

Chanyeol pouted when he saw he had made a complete circle around the building, he was back to where he started. He peeked into his classroom’s window and saw everyone looked like they were about to fall over with boredom. He stifled a laugh when he saw his classmate, what was his name again, Yoogi? Anyway, he bit back a laugh when he saw him fall out of his seat and onto the floor, having fallen asleep sitting up. Ducking away from the window he started walking down the same hallway he walked down ten minutes ago. He stared at the paper in his hands and read the class number he was suppose to send the note to for his teacher. 

“G-015,” he mumbled to himself and stared puzzled at nothing in particular. “What’s the ‘G’ for?”

“The letter ‘G’ is short for Gym,” said a curt voice, making Chanyeol jump and drop the single piece of paper “’015′ is the room behind the basketball court.”

Chanyeol turned around and gulped when he saw the hall monitor standing behind him, hand on her hip. 

“Oh.” Chanyeol simply said, looking bashful for being caught talking to himself, he could have sworn he was talking quietly

“Why are you wandering around?” demanded the annoyed hall monitor, “This is the second time I saw you walk down this hallway.”

“I was looking for the G-015″ stuttered Chanyeol

“That’s in the new gymnasium,” answered the female student curtly, “Outside.” she added

“Oh,” flushed Chanyeol, realizing his mistake

“Hurry up and go before I write you up,” sighed the monitor, “That will be your second ticket this week, one more and you will have detention for skipping class and walking around without a hall pass.”

“Thank you,” smiled Chanyeol before darting down the hallway

“Chanyeol!” shouted the hall monitor

Chanyeol turned around and stared at his classmate confused.

“Other way.” pointed out the monitor, her left index finger pointing toward the outside door.

“Thanks Amber!”

*

After finding three locked doors (why does the gym have so many doors!?) Chanyeol finally found an open door and gladly let himself in.  He couldn’t help but gawk and awe at the new building. So much natural lighting, windows. In the center of the entrance was a circular trophy case, with all the school’s trophies and medals. Chanyeol stared in awe at the numerous championship trophies (there were extremely guady and shiny), there were also team pictures. 

Chanyeol wasn’t the athletic type. He was barely able to stay upright when he had to run laps in gym. So he always admired others who could play sports, because he honestly couldn’t. He was also more on the artsy type, preferring to stay inside and play his guitar. He secretly envied these people in the pictures. They looked so proud and happy. His eyes stopped trailing when he saw a recent picture of the school’s varsity basketball team. He recognized a few classmates, but couldn’t remember their names. His eyes stopped trailing when they landed on a student. He didn’t know this person. Chanyeol wasn’t sure he ever saw this guy at school. He never saw him before. Chanyeol couldn’t help but blush, the guy was tall (taller than him) and very good looking. Yeah, he’s certain he’s never seen him before, he never forgot a face, sure names, but faces, no. This guy had a handsome face, that’s for sure.

Unable to keep staring, Chanyeol looked away and moved from the trophy case. What was he here for? 

Oh right, the note.

Shaking his head, Chanyeol set out to find the room 015. He frowned when he saw no rooms (save for the restrooms and a closed up concession stand), where the heck was room 015? Or the other 14 rooms for that matter?

He stopped walking when he heard a repetition of a beat. It was coming from the double doors in front of the large trophy case. Curious, Chanyeol stepped toward the doors and pulled it open. He got his answer when he saw someone, a student bouncing a ball in the center of the court. The student was bouncing the ball lazily before raising his arms up, still holding the orange ball, and easily throwing the ball toward the goal at the end of the court. The ball dropped through the hoop with a swish and bounced away. The student even bother to go after it, he grabbed another ball from the rack that was standing beside him and started the same thing over again; bouncing the ball and throwing toward the hoop.

Chanyeol wasn’t aware he was staring, or that his feet were moving on their own. He lost in his own little world. Captured by the fellow student bouncing the basketball around. 

The student still hadn’t noticed Chanyeol, his eyes focused on the basketball hoop in front of him and nothing else. He easily lifted his arms up and let the ball fly from his hands. He felt a certain satisfaction when the ball went through the hoop without making a sound. Picking up another ball from the rack, the student went back to bouncing the ball. 

Chanyeol was under the goal when the fall went flying. He wasn’t aware however. If he was, he would of moved in time. 

The student eyes narrowed when he saw the ball was flying abnormal and wasn’t aiming for the basketball hoop like he had hoped. The ball felt funny in his hands when it left, but too late too take it back. He watched it soar diagonally and land a few feet away from the goal, directly toward something, someone. He didn’t have a chance to shout a warning. He cringed when he heard the ball hit the person directly in the face.

Chanyeol blinked and-BOOM! An unknown force smacked him right in the face. His nose felt the full force of the impact. But the force of the blow was gone as quickly as it had came. Chanyeol felt himself fall as his knees buckled and he was knocked off his feet. 

In a daze, Chanyeol stared up at the tall ceiling of the gym, his face and skull hurt like hell but, his brain was not sure what to worry about first. 

The ceiling suddenly changed to a looming (not to mention) handsome face. 

Chanyeol blinked slowly, when did the ceiling get a face?

“Hey are you okay?” asked the face, full of concern

“Uh...”

“I’m so sorry!” apologized the student quickly, “I let got of the ball too quickly-”

Chanyeol stared up dreamily at the student who was busy rambling an apology. God, why was this guy so handsome? 

“Handsome,” murmured Chanyeol outloud

“What?”

“Handsome,” repeated Chanyeol dreamily

“Okay, then,” muttered the student, “I’m gonna go get help. Stay here.”

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