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janeykath318 · 3 years

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Darcy and the Prince (Shieldshock)

“I’m going to be so happy when this is over and we can all get on with our lives,” grumbled Darcy, as she helped her friend into her very beautiful white wedding dress, fit for the princess Jane was about to become. Jane had met the Asgardian Prince Thor while visiting the country on a science quest (as Darcy referred to her research trips) and the two had, against all odds, fallen head over heels in love and became engaged a year later. Despite the meddlings, of Thor’s troublemaking brother Loki, they’d made it to the wedding day and Darcy was playing bridesmaid and generally trying to keep Jane from going full bridezilla.

“Hmm, maybe you’ll be singing a different tune once you’ve met some of Thor’s friends,” Jane suggested, as she was buttoned up. “He knows a lot of attractive, single, people.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and grimaced as she worked on the last few buttons.

“Ugh. NO, JANE. I do not need that drama in my life right now. I’m gonna finish my masters, then go globe-trotting and enjoy being single and free. Men are more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Sometimes I want to wring Ian’s neck for what he did to you,” Jane said vehemently. Darcy’s last boyfriend had turned out to be an utter cheating scum and she’d ended up with a broken heart, hence her general annoyance with men.

“Thor and I got our revenge,” Darcy said, smiling at the memory. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to trust again. Don’t be sad, Janie. I’m super happy to have you and Thor and Eric as buddies. Now, let’s get finished so we can get you down that aisle!”

Before she knew it, Darcy was preceding Jane down the aisle and trying not to start bawling. She was a shameless wedding weeper and knew it would be even worse this time since it was her best friend getting married.

As she blinked rapidly, she took a glance up front where a beaming Thor was standing, along with several other very striking, very well dressed men. She caught the eye of a gorgeous blonde decked out in full prince uniform and he smiled at her, which did funny things to her insides and it took all her self control to not stare at him through the whole ceremony.

Of course, by the time the happy couple kissed and was announced as husband and wife, Darcy could barely see through her tears and just hoped she’d grabbed the right man’s arm to walk her back down the aisle.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled to her unknown escort. “I always weep an embarrassing amount at weddings and these dresses NEVER have pockets to stash tissues in.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” a very pleasant voice answered. “I admit, I shed some tears as well. Luckily, I always carry a back up handkerchief. Here.”

A soft cloth was pressed into her hand, and Darcy gratefully accepted it, finally managing to wipe the tears away. Vision cleared, she was able to see her helpful person and let out a gasp as she saw it was the gorgeous blonde princey dude. Up close, it was clear she’d grabbed the arm of Prince Steven, one of the most swooned over royalties to ever grace the papers.

“Wow, thanks, your highness,” she said breathlessly. “I’m afraid this thing is ruined. It looks like my waterproof mascara is not actually waterproof.”

She held up the handkerchief, which was now smeared with black streaks.

“Don’t worry about it,” Prince Steven said, pretty blue eyes crinkling in a smile. “Like I said, I’ve got extra.”

“You’re the best,” Darcy blurted, then turned red. “Ohmm….. I’m gonna go repair the damages before they start the pictures. Will you let Jane and Thor know where I’ve gone? It should only take a few minutes.”

“Sure,” the Prince said kindly. “And please, call me Steve.”

Darcy ventured to look back at him, and saw nothing but genuine friendliness in his kind eyes. She fell a bit in love right there.

“Nice to meet you…...Steve,” she managed, a tad shyly. “I’m Darcy, by the way.”

“Lewis?” he asked, recognition appearing in his expression.

“The very same,” she confirmed. “I take it Thor’s mentioned me?”

“He sure has,” Steve answered. “He calls you his lightning sister and is frequently expounding on your wit, brains, and beauty. I’d have to agree with him. You are stunning.”

Darcy felt herself blush like a tomato.

“You’re one to talk, Prince GQ,” she sassed, to cover up her internal freak out over his compliment. “Be right back!”

With that she picked up her skirts and swished off to the restroom, leaving Steve looking after her with great amusement and interest. Darcy Lewis was a very strikingly lovely woman and the blue dress she was wearing greatly flattered her figure and emphasized her bright blue eyes. Thor had tried to set him up with her before, but Steve had stubbornly refused. Now that he’d met her, He thought he’d been an idiot.

“Are you well, Darcy?” Thor inquired, when she had rejoined the others.

“Yeah. My mascara betrayed me and made me start looking like one of those goth rock stars,” she told him. “That’s the Last time I use THAT brand. Congratulations, by the way.”

She offered up hugs to the happy couple, before they were whisked away for pictures with the official royal photographer.

Spotting Steve, she casually strolled over and watched a bit as he talked to a group of individuals, who must have been his friends, because he looked so much more relaxed and was laughing and smiling in a very jovial manner. He kept his public persona very buttoned up and stiff, so seeing him like this was utterly fascinating and Darcy was becoming more and more attracted every minute. She chatted with Bruce Banner for a little bit, then helped Jane manage her train in between shots.

They were so cute together, it was almost sickening. Thor looked at Jane like she was his whole universe and Jane looked at Thor like he was the only man in existence.

“I want to look at someone the way she looks at him,” Darcy murmured, half to herself, half to the blue and gold clad figure who had joined her.

“Me too,” Steve agreed, sounding very wistful.

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you, dude,” she pointed out.

He chuckled ruefully, blushing a bit.

“I’ve discovered there’s a big difference between starstruck lust, and real love and I haven’t seemed to find the latter yet. Most of them aren’t interested in getting to know the real me at all.”

“That’s sad,” Darcy told him. “You seem like you’d be very interesting, once you get past the whole princely trappings and regal persona. Tell me, Steve, what makes you tick?”

Steve turned to look at her, and she felt like the blue eyes were piercing through her, searching for something. Whatever he saw, it must have eased his mind, because he took a deep breath and started talking.

“For one thing, I’m very passionate about using my position to do as much good as I can, not be just some stuffed shirt figurehead,” he told her. “I’m also very fond of the arts and am in the process of starting an art school for underprivileged kids. I’m hoping they’ll let me teach, because I love to draw and paint.”

“That’s awesome,” Darcy said warmly, giving him an approving nod.

“I also love dogs and help out at the shelters whenever I can.” He continued. “They’re so much more pleasant than dealing with parliament.”

Darcy laughed at the distaste in his voice, but never got a chance to say anything else, because duty called. They shared a few looks across the room, and Steve shamelessly winked at her once when she pretended to strike a diva pose.

They didn’t get close enough to actually talk again until the reception, when he sauntered up to Darcy as she was giggling at a ridiculous archery joke Clint had made.

“Excuse me. Darcy, would you care for a dance?” He asked, holding out a white-gloved hand.

“Y-you’re asking me?” Darcy squeaked.

“I don’t see any other Darcys around here, unless one of you has something to tell me,” Steve said dryly, squinting at Clint, Natasha, and Bruce, all of whom knew him.

“Nope, not it,” Clint said, shaking his head.

“She’d love to,” Nastasha answered, giving Darcy a nudge forward.

“Yeah, I would, “ Darcy managed, taking the offered hand nervously. Steve’s hand closed around hers and she felt a tingle up her spine.

She was in a dreamy daze as the prince expertly guided her around the floor. It was clear his princely education had included good dance technique and he was absolutely courtly about it.

“Now, Darcy, it’s your turn to tell me what makes YOU tick,” he said after a few minutes of silently gazing at her.

“Well, I live fueled by coffee and sarcasm, I majored in political science, and I’m not afraid to use my taser on creeps and jerks,” she told him proudly. “Also, I may have a thing for tall blonde princes.”

“Is that so?” He asked, a dangerously flirty tone in his voice.

“Yup,” she admitted. “Which is a little inconvenient seeing as how I’ve sworn off men.”

“That is too bad,” Steve agreed. “Any chance of possibly changing your mind?”

“I’ll certainly let you try,” she told him, struggling to keep her mind from its fantasies about his magnificent broad shoulders and muscular arms.

“Good,” Steve said, with another one of his stunning smiles. (If he kept doing that, there was no way she would be able to hold out long.)

“You look like you’re already planning your persuasive tactics,” she told him.

“Well, they don’t call me The Prince With A Plan for nothing,” Steve said, twirling Darcy around dramatically. Yeah, she was in SO much trouble.

#shieldshock #royalty AU #steve is a prince #and a swoonworthy one at that #darcy lewis #steve rogers #steve x darcy #i can't help myself

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mr-ys-phantasma · 4 years

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Soprano and the Phantom Chapter 1

My entry for the “Once Upon Another Time” project by @a-partofthenarrative

Beauty and the Beast, Phantom of the Opera version. Enjoy.

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a deformed hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 31st year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

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In the nice small town of Rouen, a bright new day had started for all. The town, not too big and consisting of small cottages and two-storey houses, some of them packed together. Stands and small shops were at the bottom, selling and serving local products.

The streets of the town were paved by limestone rock, giving it a nice crème-yellow appearance. It matched most of the houses and lead people all around the city as it forked into roads and alleys.

In one of the houses at the outskirts of the town, a true beauty lived once with her father. Her name was Christine Daee, daughter of a Swedish violinist who retreated into the small town for both health but also escape.

Christine exited the house, her curly brown hair bouncing with each of her steps while she gave a white pearly smile to the people.

She had many hobbies, one of them was singing and found her songs accompanying her lonely life. Fuelling the fire of adventure she so much wanted.

"Little town, it's a quiet village. Every day, like the one before. Little town, full of little people Waking up to say…"

She walked her brown woven basket at her right hand and waved at her fellow townsfolk.

"Bonjour!"

"There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell. Every morning just the same. Since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town"

The Baker noticed her and smiled. "Good morning, Christine"

She returned her smile and jumped over to him. "Morning, monsieur!"

"Where are you off to?"

"The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story, about a beanstalk and an ogre and…"

He ignored her happy talk and turned his attention inside. "That's nice…Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!"

She shook her head but kept her smile. Unlike everyone else, Christine had a love for books. It was her retreat into mystical adventures she could never have, and all started when her father would spend hours telling her stories and legends of the north.

It was rare for a woman to be educated, especially with books but she was an exception. She never felt ashamed for it and followed her heart which yearned for a change, for something new but knew she would never have.

"Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question. Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?" a woman gossiped, leaning to her friend.

"Never part of any crowd."

"Cause her head's up on some cloud" the Barber joined, overhearing them from his shop.

"No denying she's a funny girl, that Christine"

The smiley woman ignored them, not really caring about what they thought of her. Perhaps she did have her head in the clouds, but things were so much better up there than down below. Once getting some bread, she jumped on the back of the wagon that rides through town.

Everyone greeted and smiled at each other, starting small discussion; they were a small community after al. Everyone knew everyone and gossip travelled faster than wildfire.

Christine left out a sigh and jumped down once she had reached her stop, the book shop. "There must be more than this provincial life!"

She entered the small shop, overcrowded with dozens of books of all genres. Too bad she had read all of them and no one seemed interested in their content other than her.

"Ah, Christine" the bookseller greeted her, a smile on his face from seeing his favourite customer.

She smiled, feeling a relief once being inside the shop. The short man was the only one who never judged her for her love of books and needs for adventure. He was her supporter from the very first day along with her father.

"Good morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed" she said and handed him the book which she had inside her basket.

"Finished already?" the man asked, slightly impressed since it had been only a few days.

"Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?"

He laughed and shook his head before placing the book back on the self "Not since yesterday"

Christine was unfazed by the news and she quickly climbed the ladder, going to the 4th self. Her eyes scanned the titles. "That's all right. I'll borrow… this one"

"That one? But you've read it twice!"

She chuckled. "Well it's my favourite!" she explained as she swung off side of the ladder, rolling down its track. "Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!"

Her mind replayed the scenes, a feeling of excitement to read the story all over again and let herself be submerged into the adventures it held. She walked towards him with the book and the man smiled.

"Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!"

She was taken back; such an act of generosity was too much for her. "But sir!"

"I insist!"

She quickly hugged the man, finding it hard to express in words how she felt. She released him and gave him one of her most sweet smiles, her brown eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Well thank you. Thank you very much!"

She then left the bookshop, skipping a step once in a while. A small change in her routine fixed everything and she daydreamed the adventures of her book while her townsfolk judging her from the background.

She zoomed everyone out, keeping locked inside her thoughts and emotions. Her imagination running wild while the need to be the heroine of that book kept growing.

"Look there she goes That girl is so peculiar! I wonder if she's feeling well!"

"With a dreamy far-off look!"

"And her nose stuck in a book!"

"What a puzzle to the rest of us is Christine!"

She found her way to the small fountain in the middle of the town. It was her favourite place when she needed an escape and often, she had company; the local sheep. She would sing and talk to them, being her true friends that listened without judging.

"Oh! Isn't this amazing! It's my favourite part because you'll see! Here's where she meets Prince Charming… But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter 3!" she sang and petted the sheep closer to her.

"Now it's no wonder that everyone called her a 'beauty' Her looks have got no parallel!" a woman in the background sang, observing the peculiar brunette from afar.

"But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid she's rather odd Very different from the rest of us…"

"She's nothing like the rest of us. Yes, different from the rest of us is Christine!"

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Not too far away, closer to a more open area of the town a Geeze hunt was taking place. The majestic birds flew across the blue sky, only for one to be shot down. It fell on the ground, not alive any longer and a slightly tanned man walked towards it.

He had a slightly exotic complex and stood out due to the red fez on top of his head. He was skinny and not that tall, but his green eyes showed some intelligence. He walked over and quickly put the dead animal into a bag before turning to the shooter.

"Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Raoul! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!"

Raoul De Changy was a charismatic man with short light brown hair and stunning blue eyes. His body was trained, and his clothing showed the wealth of his family, along with the insignia sewed on his jacket.

He let his gun down, a smug smirk of pride on his cupid shaped lips. "I know"

"Huh. No beast alive stands a chance against you…and no girl for that matter!"

"It's true, Nadir and I've got my sights set on that one!" he said and pointed at the faint figure of Christine by the fountain.

He knew her since they were children but as they grew older, they also grew apart. She became distant and buried her nose into old books, preferring an imaginary world than the real one. He grew responsible, carrying on his family name and focusing on skills he needed.

"The violinist's daughter?" Nadir asked as he joined his side, and both watched the young woman.

He gave a nod. "She's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry"

"But she's—"

Ignoring him, Raoul continued. "The most beautiful girl in town"

"I know-

"And that makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?"

"Well, of course, I mean you do, but I mean…"

Once again, poor Nadir was interrupted. The man by his side too caught up in his own world to listen.

"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her. I said she's gorgeous and I fell. Here in town, there's only she, who is beautiful as me. So I'm making plans to woo and marry Christine"

He started walking towards her, earning the attention of any other woman in the town and most specifically, the young women.

"Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Raoul, oh he's so cute! Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing! He's such a tall, strong and handsome Vicomte!" One woman sang, talking to her friend and trying her best not to faint.

Christine by now she was walking back to her house, easily passing through the crowd. Raoul tried to follow but struggled to catch up.

"Scuse me!" he tried while people chatted and continued with their day. "Please let me through!" he was once again ignored. "Just watch I'm going to make Christine my wife!"

At last, she managed to catch up with her.

#once upon another time project #The Phantom of the Opera #AU #beauty and the beast #amateur writing #just for fun #Soprano and the Phantom #a-partofthenarrative

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treasureboys · 5 years

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take #2

who?: treasure 13’s kim junkyu

genre: ☀️

type: bullet point

treasure map

actor! AU

this movie sucks but junkyu doesn’t

a/n: this is a cute prompt from @dailyau , creds to them!!

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners

this is purely a work of fiction

DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

“no,” you shake your head firmly. “I’m not spending coin on this stupid movie.”

“PLEASE___! IT’s tHE BEsT ROMCOM THIS SUMMER!” your friends beg

you sigh, glancing back at the trailer

It was so typical and cliché! As if any dude in real life was like that!

your friends practically swooned when the male lead came on screen again

and while he was attractive, you wish his character had been more developed so you could appreciate it too

now he was just the popular boy-next-door who fell for his quirky nerdy new neighbour

it sounded like a bad fan-fiction

but your friends were adamant that this was the perfect weekend midnight show

so...10 minutes later, you were seated inside the nearly empty theatre

there was only another group of friends and a few couples watching the late show

Just as the movie was about to begin, a young man strolled in and sat in the seat next to you

he looked very suspicious in that mask and cap get up

but, you decided not to question and focus on the movie

maybe it would be worth giving up some hours of sleep

IF the movie could even keep you awake😔

“a-are you kidding me?” you mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn. “he’s a horrid guy! let him go girl.”

“Sh!” your friends hissed. “He’s the lead for a reason.”

“Yeah, b-but why do they always have to be bad boys or perfect prince charming with a side of asshole.” you complained.

perhaps you misheard, but the man beside you seemed to be stifling chuckles

“ugh you’ll understand soon,” your friends groaned

but you didn’t

Even as they gushed about how perfect the movie was, you couldn’t find it entertaining

it was...typical

ok maybe the little twist at the end was cute

but you felt it was very one-dimensional

8 different movies with the same plot had been forced down your throat

“i-it’s so underwhelming...I expected a lot from XXX director ,” you muttered to yourself

“which part of it?”

you jumped at the suddenness of the question which definitely wasn’t from your friends

it was from the masked man next to you

“I-I...I just find it predictable and nothing new. Especially the part when she-“

you have a lot to say about it

he doesn’t say anything, only nods and tries to hide a smile behind his mask

“Nothing against the actors or anything. Maybe...maybe I just wanted more development.” you sigh. “I wanted to love it.”

“You a screenwriter? Director?” He asks

“Well...I just write for fun, sometimes. My cousin is a director though! She’s actually under the same company as XXX director and screenwriter.” you reveal.

He hums in reply, brow quirked with curiosity

The movie ends before you know it and you nearly dash out of the theatre

“It was...mediocre. B-better than expected maybe.” you try to be as understanding and non-judgmental as you can

“See! I knew it would grow on you!” your friends giggle

They leave for 2 seconds to throw away their empty popcorn bins

you spot the same dude that you sat next to

wow his face is much clearer in the light

he...he kind of looks like someone

it is that striking gaze

w-where have you seen that gaze before?

but before you can wreck your brain, he simply waves goodbye and is ushered away by a middle-aged man

strange

you never got a chance to catch his name

“are you sure about this?” you questioned your cousin again

she rolled her eyes. “Yes, don’t worry about it. If my boss has an issue with me using my lunch break to hang out with my favourite cousin then he can take it up with me.”

you sigh. “I know, just worried y’know. One of your projects just got chosen for production, there’s so much to be done!”

She smiled. “Then can’t we make it a spa day to relax and unwind?”

you shot her a flat look. “No.”

both of you crossed the road in the direction of your beloved stew restaurant

“I’m so glad this is opposite the office.” your cousin declared. “So many workers and talents come here to eat lunch. Let’s hope we get a good spot.”

it’s a lucky day because you guys do get a nice booth

“So tell me,” you probe after ordering the classic kimchi-stew. “How’s the new project coming about?”

“Good, good. Sooo much work I can barely take a break but...it’s so nice to be busy like this,” she speaks from her heart, dreamy-eyed

“Oh! Actually, that’s the main lead over there!” She points to a table with a couple of boys sitting at it

probably with production crew and managers

“That’s Choi Hyunsuk, our protagonist and...our antagonist Kim Junkyu.”

Kim Junkyu?

why does he look so familiar?

“It’s so funny. Junkyu usually gets the role of prince charming, but he auditioned for the role of the villain.” she giggled

always a prince charming? a boy-next-door character?

Hyunsuk notices your cousin and gives a friendly wave.

He then excuses himself and walks over to your table

This causes Junkyu to turn around for a glance

And a glance is all you need

those damn familiar eye

it’s him

the man who sat next to you in the cinema

the actor

oh my god

your mind goes blank and your face turns 15 different shades of scarlet

your head turns so fast your neck hurts

but Junkyu is already making his way over with a mischievous grin

“Junkyu! Hyunsuk! Guys, this is my cousin ___.” your cousin introduces, completely oblivious

“um hi,” you mumble, clasping your chopsticks so tight they might crack

“I’m Hyunsuk,” beams the blonde. “Your cousin talks a lot about you.”

again, you can’t stop the pink glow

“I’m Junkyu.”

ohoNoNOOHNO

“h-hi.”

you cannot even look at him, much less look him in the eye

there’s not an ounce of courage left in you

“haha i think it’s just strange for ___ to see y’all act in such roles. Junkyu’s usually the boy-next-door. What made you change your mind?” your cousin attempts to diffuse the situation

“Oh that,” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Well, let’s just say someone offered me a very useful piece of advice on...versatility.”

it’s been a week since that mortifying incident and today

well, you’re terrified that it’ll happen again

reason being, you’re back at your cousins office

but today, you’re here just for 15 minutes at most

She forgot her inhaler at your place and since you’d rather be safe than sorry, you decided to drop it off

“____ darling! Thank you!” your cousin sings as she marches across the building lobby

you notice that her hair is out of place and there’s lint on her blazer

“ooh we’re actually on one of the sets right now, would you like to come watch?” she suggests

“ I-“

“Come on! It’ll be fun. Everyone is having a short break now.”

And zoom, you’re rolling past a dozen buildings and sets on one of the most prestigious film houses

once on set, your cousin pretty much introduces you to the whole crew

you swear you spot Junkyu somewhere in the flurry of faces

“um woah are you okay? why’s your face so red?” your cousin places a hand on your forehead

!!!

“um haha i guess i just need to cool down.”

she nods. “There’s a vending machine just outside on the left.”

you quickly excuse yourself and seize the moment to calm down

Junkyu takes this opportunity to slip outside as well

“Hey,”

shocked, your finger slips and the code for your beverage is wrong

“Sorry about that,” Junkyu apologises, blushing

“You wanted this right?” He collects your favourite soda from the machine

and handing you the change

“Y-yeah. H-how did you-“

“I uh noticed that day.”

that day

now it’s your face getting hot

“I’m...I’m really sorry for bashing your acting and your character! It’s not that you’re bad at acting, it was just a very stiff role but I’m still so sorry! I really-“

He signals for you to stop, chuckling

“Hey, if it wasn’t for your comments, I wouldn’t have challenged my versatility as an actor. So...thank you.”

THUD THUD THUD

there’s short silence where you exchange sodas and pop the lid open

And then you both take a slow sip

“How about a take 2?” you suggest bravely, holding out a hand

please take it, please take it

Junkyu examines it with a small, amused smirk

...before clasping it

“Sure, I’m Junkyu.” :D

#yg treasure box #yg treasure box scenarios #ygtb scenarios #kim junkyu #treasure 13 #treasure 13 scenarios #treasure #yg

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