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path-of-my-childhood4 days ago
Taylor鈥檚 video message after winning the Most Popular International Artist award at 2021 ARIAs (November 23rd 2021)
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taylornationa month ago
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hashbrownswift4 days ago
Taylor鈥檚 acceptance speech for International Artist at the ARIA Awards 2021
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dailywithtaylor4 days ago
Taylor Swift has won Most Popular International Artist at the ARIAs!
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thebladedtechshow3 months ago
Sony Pictures Classics' Awards Hopeful Jockey Sets December Limited Release
Clifton Collins Jr.'s latest drops this December in NY & LA. Click the link to get the details. Review coming soon!
Jockey, the film, which won the Sundance Film Festival U.S. Dramatic Special Jury Award for star Clifton Collins Jr.鈥檚 acting, will premiere in theaters in New York and Los Angeles on December 29th, 2021. Sony Pictures Classics acquired the film out of Sundance 2021 the night before its premiere in the U.S. Dramatic Competition section. After the film鈥檚 premiere, the film will transition to a鈥
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coldasyou4 days ago
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Taylor Swift wins Most Popular International Artist award at 2021 ARIAs
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tourlovers6 months ago
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ARIA Awards 2017 / Grammy Awards 2021 / Brit Awards 2021
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taylorupdatesa month ago
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Taylor is nominated for the Most Popular International Artist at the 2021 ARIA Awards!
VOTE by tweeting #ARIAsTaylorSwift!
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larrygoldfincha month ago
Some casual observations of S*n# (Part 1)
S*ny Music Entertainment (S#ny Music) is part of the Sony Music Group which is owned by the S^ny Corporation of America.
It is one of the BIG THREE not the Olympian bigwigs (Universal, S^ny and Warner) record companies on the planet.
Its music publishing division (S^ny/ATV-- now known as S^ny Music Publishing) is the largest music publisher in the world.[here][here]
From 2009 to 2020, S^ny owned 50% of Syco Entertainment, which operates some of the world's most successful reality TV formats, including Got Talent and The X Factor with Simon Cowell. Cowell acquired Sony's stake in 2020.[here]
Flagship record labels of S^ny include:
Columbia Records
RCA Records
Arista Records
Epic Records
One Direction was signed under S^ny Music (UK). Harry is signed with Columbia.
Zayn is signed with RCA.
Liam & Niall are signed with Republica and Capitol (Both under the Universal label).
Louis is currently in partnership with BMG.
Have you heard the shit is hitting the fan with S^ny in Australia? Facing the music: The Sony Music scandal.
All is not well in S^ny world down under. And I bet the dominoes are starting to fall everywhere.
The music industry has long been known to exploit staff and artists. It is certainly not just the Australian music industry. It is a GLOBAL phenomenon.
When the shit hits the fan, you either duck or cover yourself up. The cleanup and the bounceback from global shit-fuckery means you pull out the big guns, I guess?
At LoT (October 16, 2021), Harry is quoted as saying:
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Cool. Cool.
And, we're all glad that you get to make that music, Harry. If music be the food of life, play on! And, and, we're all glad that Harry is enjoying such fantastic success since venturing out solo from 1D and signing with Columbia Records... but it seems that S^ny still claim him (technically true).
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The damage control has hit hyperdrive since the 4 Corners report on October 11, 2021. [viewer discretion and possible trigger warning if you watch this].
"It's the music industry's worst kept secret; a company ruled by fear and intimidation."
But, you wouldn't know that if you based your opinion on the plethora of gushing 'thankyou's' that music artists give S^ny and disgraced former CEO, Denis Handlin. Just watch the first minute of the doco to see....
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Poppy Reid's article
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Lars Brandle article
Hmmmm. Interesting that in the 4 Corners expose, Sony (aka CEO Rob Stringer) claims they knew nothing of all the fuckery going on down under....
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Geordie Gray article (11 October 2021)
In fact, in 2020 Rob Stringer was quoted saying that old mate Denis was 鈥渙ne of Sony Music鈥檚 all-time legends鈥...
"I first met Denis three weeks into my Sony career in September 1985 and he has been an ever-present angel and/or devil on my shoulder since then. I am sad that I am not celebrating with Denis in Sydney as we planned next weekend at a big industry event in his honor, but we will make that happen at some point soon."
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Kelly Burke (The Guardian, 21 June 2021)
And it seems the S^ny fallout is only just starting.
I'm talking class actions.
Denis Handlin being stripped of his lifetime ARIA award.
The #Metoo movement in the Australian music industry is gaining traction. People are coming out thick and fast now Handlin is gone and S^ny are in the public spotlight. Sexual assault. Sexual harassment. Rape. Gender discrimination. Fear for their lives. Suicide. Constant bullying and intimidation. Blacklisting artists.
The story below outlines these things, plus a survey from within the industry. The results are shocking.
see Jaguar Jones #theProjectTV #Channel10
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definitelynotdamiano11 days ago
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Gucci: To the MTV EMAs 2021 'Music for ALL,' M氓neskin wore custom Gucci looks designed by Alessandro Michele. The Italian band atop global charts, featured in the latest Gucci Aria campaign, won the MTV Europe Award in the 鈥楤est Rock鈥 category.
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junicai10 months ago
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MIYAZU聽AKARI, otherwise known by her stage name ARIA, is the current sole female member of the 4th generation K-Pop sensation group, NCT. As an active member of sub-units NCT 127 and NCT Dream, she holds the official positions of main vocal and main dancer respectively. As of 2019, it was announced that Aria would be joining her fellow members Taeyong, Ten, Lucas and Mark in the SM Entertainment聽鈥渟upergroup鈥, SuperM.
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Meet Aria
[profile] [quirks] [style] [history]聽
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Relationships, in and out of NCT
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Aria VS the Internet
Aria鈥檚 official Instagram account [@/ariiaxx2] search *aria.insta
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NCZennies Tweets [#REALTAI] search *aria.realtai
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[writings] 2013, through 2021; Aria鈥檚 life with and without the boys.
[promotions] Aria in official promotions: music videos, award shows, etc.
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domlovescolsona month ago
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Machine Gun Kelly is nominated for "Most Popular International Artist" at the ARIAs!
You can vote now馃憞馃徎
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lipsyncforyourlife17 days ago
Global Drag Icon and Multi-Emmy庐 Award Winner RuPaul to Serve as Executive Producer Alongside World of Wonder and MTV Entertainment Studios
Series Features Contestants from 10 Countries including the U.S., Mexico,
Brazil, Denmark, Australia, Canada, England, France, China and India
Vying for a Cash Prize of $250,000
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Nov. 10, 2021 鈥 Paramount+ today revealed the cast for its highly anticipated new global singing competition, QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE, and announced that global drag icon and multi-Emmy Award winner RuPaul will serve as an executive producer on the series. QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE will be available to stream exclusively on Paramount+ in the U.S. and also in the Nordics, Latin America, Australia and Canada.
For its inaugural season, the series will bring together 14 of the world鈥檚 fiercest queens, as they vie for the title of 鈥淨ueen of the Universe鈥 and a cash prize of $250,000. Each episode will showcase the contestants鈥 vocal prowess as they debut a new musical performance in front of a live audience and the series鈥 previously announced 鈥淧op Diva Panel鈥 of judges, which include multi-Emmy and GRAMMY庐 nominee Vanessa Williams; platinum-selling recording artist, three-time Emmy庐-winning producer and judge of RUPAUL鈥橲 DRAG RACE Michelle Visage; American drag superstar Trixie Mattel; and three-time GRAMMY-nominated global songstress Leona Lewis. Five-time BAFTA TV Award-winner Graham Norton will serve as host.
The 14 queens from around the globe competing for the crown include:
ADA VOX (San Antonio, Texas, U.S.) Instagram: @adavox, Twitter: @adavox
A former top 10 鈥淎merican Idol鈥 contestant, Ada Vox is living proof that everything鈥檚 bigger in Texas 鈥 including her voice! As a performer of seven years (and counting), Ada is ready to showcase her vocal skills on a global platform and get the redemption she鈥檚 seeking.
ARIA B CASSADINE (Atlanta, Ga., U.S.) Instagram: @ariabcassadine, Twitter: @ariabcassadine
Aria B Cassadine, the 2018 winner of Miss Gay Black America, is ready to add the 鈥淨ueen of the Universe鈥 title to her already extensive collection of crowns. After starting her drag journey on a dare from a friend, Aria goes to the global stage ready to score yet another win for her already impressive drag resume.
BETTY BITSCHLAP (Copenhagen, Denmark) Instagram: @betty_bitschlap
A full-time performer both in and out of drag, Betty Bitschlap will rock your socks off! When it comes to style, Betty has range; in the blink of an eye, she can effortlessly transform from punk-rock-star fantasy to a glamorous sequined gown complete with a not-a-hair-out-of-place updo.
CHY鈥橢NNE VALENTINO (Chicago, Ill., U.S.) Instagram: @chyennev, Twitter: @ChyValentino
Chy鈥檈nne Valentino has been singing since the age of 5 and broke out onstage at 18 years old, competing to win Miss Continental Plus in 2018. A former 鈥淎merican Idol鈥 contestant who now runs her own bakery called Pound Your Cakes, she鈥檚 ready to pound her vocal chords and prove she鈥檚 worthy of the crown.
GINGZILLA (Sydney, Australia) Instagram: @Gingzilla, Twitter: @Gingzilla
After attending performing arts school in Australia and clown school in Paris, seven-foot-tall Aussie native Gingzilla doesn't need much to stand out in a crowd! No stranger to competition, Gingzilla has performed on 鈥淎merica鈥檚 Got Talent鈥 and 鈥淭he X Factor鈥 in the U.K. 鈥 but now this down-under diva is ready to conquer the universe.
GRAG QUEEN (Canela, Brazil) Instagram: @gragqueen, Twitter: @gragqueen
Brazilian bombshell Grag Queen grew up singing in church at an early age. She now finds herself belting to the masses on social media with two million TikTok fans, all of whom love her outrageous performances and over-the-top personality.
JUJUBEE (Boston, Mass.) Instagram: @jujubeeonline, Twitter: @jujuboston
A double RUPAUL鈥橲 DRAG RACE All Star whose personality has captured the hearts of millions, Jujubee is a multi-threat: lip-sync assassin, comedian, recording artist, makeup artist 鈥 she does it all! Best known to the world for her glamorous and stylistic drag, she鈥檚 ready to show the world she鈥檚 not just a pretty face 鈥 she also has some pretty amazing vocals to match!
LA VOIX (London, England) Instagram: @lavoixtheshow, Twitter: @lavoixtheshow
Hometown queen La Voix has already experienced royalty firsthand, having previously appeared before the British royal family. A former participant on 鈥淏ritain鈥檚 Got Talent鈥 who now sells out theaters across the country, her name is French and means simply 鈥淭he Voice!鈥
LEONA WINTER (Paris, France) Instagram: @iamleonawinter, Twitter: @OfficielLeona
Leona Winter is a countertenor baritone with a three-octave voice that鈥檚 often called 鈥渢res jolie鈥 by her fans and admirers all around the world. Her vocal talents were showcased on France鈥檚 鈥淭he Voice,鈥 where she became a semi-finalist, and later when she became the winner of 鈥淭he Switch鈥 (Chile鈥檚 version of DRAG RACE).
MATANTE ALEX (Montreal, Canada) Instagram: @matante.alex, Twitter: @matantealex
Matante Alex started singing at 13 years old in her parents鈥 basement and soon thereafter discovered her true passion 鈥 yodeling! Matante鈥檚 name translates to 鈥渕y aunt鈥 in French, but this inventive queen with a country heart of gold is anything but traditional.
NOVACZAR (New York City, N.Y., U.S.) Instagram: @novaczar
Hailing from New York City, Novaczar might be the youngest queen in the competition but isn鈥檛 deterred nonetheless. This self-proclaimed Empress of the Galaxy鈥檚 secret weapon, their voice, has been trained in opera, rock and musical theater and is ready to rule the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
RANI KO-HE-NUR (Mumbai, India) Instagram: @sushantdivgikr
With the crown of 2014鈥檚 Mr. Gay India among her credits, Rani Ko-he-nur has over a million Instagram followers and has appeared in countless magazines such as Vogue India, Cosmopolitan, and Elle. Having also appeared in the Forbes 30 under 30 list, the trans/gender fluid performer is ready to break out on the global stage and share her gift of song with the world.
REGINA VOCE (Mexico City, Mexico) Instagram, Twitter: @reginavocedrag
With over 30 years of stage experience and as a former performer in Cirque Du Soleil, Regina now works as a vocal coach. Regina Voce literally translates from Italian to 鈥淨ueen of the Voice鈥 鈥 will the stars align for her to become 鈥淨ueen of the Universe鈥?
WOOWU (Guangzhou, China) Instagram: @woowu_eli
Self-taught singer WooWu left her traditional Cantonese household in Guangzhou for the bright lights of Shanghai. A fan of Christina Aguilera, Cher and Patti Labelle who describes her drag persona as 鈥減ink, feminine and perfect,鈥 WooWu comes to the competition hoping to not just shine a light on the growing drag scene in China but also to break barriers.
QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE is produced by MTV Entertainment Studios and World of Wonder, the producers of the Emmy庐 Award-winning franchise RUPAUL鈥橲 DRAG RACE.
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vyduan5 months ago
Inevitable: Ch 9
Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Kim Seokjin | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant Word Count:聽6,645 Rating: Explicit Warnings: none
Summary:聽鈥淲hy did you and Seokjin break up?鈥 You had been dying to know but none of the maknae line had found out 鈥 or if they had, they kept the bro code and didn鈥檛 tell you.
She leveled an assessing glance at you. 鈥淥nly if you tell me why you wrote that song about him on your last album.鈥
Inevitable Masterlist [COMPLETE]:聽01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |
10 | Epilogue聽| AO3
Part of the 鈥淗er鈥 series.
For more of my fics, here is my Masterlist.
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Chapter 9
March 2021
You were exhausted. You hadn鈥檛 danced while singing live in about five years and you wanted to fall over and die. Granted, it was just an initial rehearsal but you really had to up your training regimen. You had thought you were in good shape thanks to your continued kungfu and Krav Maga classes, but that was entirely different than dancing and singing on key and with emotion.
Your online concert was in six weeks and admittedly, you weren鈥檛 sure how it was going to go. You knew your art was weird and not particularly suited for mass consumption and you weren鈥檛 quite sure it would translate into a live concert let alone one that was solely online. You just had to trust that the creative team behind BTS and their amazing concerts 鈥 virtual or in-person 鈥 would do you and your work justice. Granted, your budget wasn鈥檛 nearly as high (in fact, markedly stripped down), but again, visual arts weren鈥檛 your strength.
You could never imagine shapes or colors in 3-D 鈥 museums and fine art bored you and more than once, Namjoon had laughed at your horror when he invited you to join him at museums. You were pretty sure he kept inviting just to troll you.
You weren鈥檛 really sure how you and Namjoon got along at all since you found 95% of his interests baffling. Nature? Pass. Art? Nope. Bicycling or walking along the Han River? Terrible.
The main overlap in your friendship Venn diagram was music and literature 鈥 and when the two of you got going, arguing about philosophy and meaning, the other members knew to steer clear. He was romantic and you were ruthlessly practical and both of you would get frustrated and flail about all flustered until Hobi or Jimin would interfere and force you two to hug it out. Once, Hoseok threatened to put you both in one of Jungkook鈥檚 giant shirts like those 鈥渢ime-out shirts鈥 parents would put their arguing kids in.
At any rate, you had been putting in a ton of hours in the dance studio and the gym. You woke up extra early so there wouldn鈥檛 be anyone at the facilities and would jog on the treadmill while singing Italian arias after warming up your vocal cords 鈥 those required exceptional breath control and if you could manage to do them without sounding like a dying pterodactyl, you鈥檇 consider yourself prepared.
If you had been smarter, you would have started training earlier, but you hadn鈥檛 expected to have a concert 鈥 online or otherwise. You had really wanted to perform some of the instrumental pieces live, but given the current COVID situation as well as the avant-garde nature of your music, it had never occurred to you that there would even be demand except from your most die-hard fans.
Except that you had unexpectedly won the 鈥淪pecial Recognition Golden Disc Awards鈥 at the 2020 Golden Disc Awards as well as the 鈥淛udge Special Award鈥 at the Seoul Music Awards in January, and the 2021 Korean Music Awards 鈥淐ommittee Choice Special Award鈥 in February.
Suddenly, your music was the new in-vogue trend that only the edgiest tastemakers listened to 鈥 and though you were flummoxed, part of you was pleased. You told the doubtful piece of your mind to shove it when it wondered quietly whether your music was actually understood or just a fad. What did it matter if it afforded you the opportunity to perform?
You put in hours with Ghost band as you all worked exhausting hours to perfect live versions of your instrumental pieces as transitions in and out of your songs with words. And though you wanted to personally play all the instruments, you did have to contend with being a human and allowing for moments when you would require rest. Your team coordinated and calculated how long people normally unused to classical pieces would be able to just watch musicians play instruments 鈥 and they took care of all the details.
You just showed up and made sure you were in the best condition, knew your cues, knew your lines, knew your words. You ran through your set list of 18 songs constantly until you could hear your music in your dreams. You would close out with 鈥淕od Is Silent; They Have Hidden Their Face鈥 with you on the cello and a local Young Steinway Artist playing the piano part. Even though the entire piece was twenty-three minutes, you were adamant.
You didn鈥檛 care that it would seem self-indulgent. You weren鈥檛 certain when the next time you鈥檇 be able to perform the piece in such a capacity 鈥 so you were going to play it in its entirety.
Your team didn鈥檛 have the heart to argue and so they made it happen.
April 2021
The guys all showed up to watch you live so you could feel as if you were in a real concert venue. They even brought the TXT and Enhypen babies and Lee Hyun oppa and you couldn鈥檛 help but feel a bit choked up at the Big Hit (you didn鈥檛 care what they had changed their name to, it would always be Big Hit to you) family showing up for you.
Well, you would have felt even warmer about it and thanked them more profusely had you not had to immediately hurl into a wastebasket from your nerves. It had been years since you sang live 鈥 let alone danced or played instruments in front of a paying audience. You sighed. Nothing like making a cake of yourself in front of fellow professionals.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l be fine, noona,鈥 Jimin comforted.
鈥淚f it helps, you can imagine us in our underwear,鈥 cracked Hoseok.
You made a face. 鈥淧lease, Hobi. I think it鈥檚 against the law in almost all countries. TXT and Enhypen are infants.鈥
鈥淣oona,鈥 complained Yeonjun. 鈥淚鈥檓 twenty-one.鈥
鈥淵OU鈥橰E AN INFANT!鈥 you screeched. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 care who you think you are Mr. I-wear-crop-tops-and-flirt-with-noonas. AN INFANT!鈥
Yeonjun just quirked his infuriating mouth and attempted his best smoulder.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a menace,鈥 you hissed, 鈥淚鈥檓 old enough to be your mother!鈥
Yeonjun laughed. 鈥淚 鈥 that makes no sense. You would have been seven or eight.鈥
You gave yourself over to more indignant squawking as Hoseok yanked Yeonjun away, commenting that you were out of Yeonjun鈥檚 league 鈥 much to everyone鈥檚 amusement. You really appreciated the guys all working together to ease your anxiety about performing.
You told yourself you wouldn鈥檛 disappoint your loyal Jezebels 鈥 or squander the opportunity to convert these new bandwagon fans into a card-carrying member of your fandom. You reminded yourself that you were a fucking professional, too. You metaphorically squared up and vowed to leave everything on that stage.
April 2021
Seokjin watched as you owned the theater stage that Big Hit had rented for your concert. It would have seated about 2,000 people and he remembered fondly how even getting a few hundred people in the audience would have once thrilled him. How hard that initial scrabble had been 鈥 and now, they had sold out a stadium tour 鈥 which they would likely still be on had COVID not ruined everyone鈥檚 plans.
He had rarely seen you perform live 鈥 and though your set wasn鈥檛 nearly as choreography intensive as his 鈥 it still required stamina and you seemed to be holding up. Unlike him, though, you did not share your lines with six other people so not only did you have to sing the entire song, you had to dance choreo for all of it while singing live. Of course you had a backing track like they all did to fill out the vocals, but for the most part, you did all the heavy lifting.
You seamlessly transitioned from old songs to new ones 鈥 from dancing to playing the guitar and killing the solos and riffs. After a particularly sweaty number, you literally took off your t-shirt, wiped your face, and threw it at Yeonjun with a wink, finishing the rest of the set in a sparkling bikini top.
Instead of exiting the stage for costume changes, you stayed in the same outfit, showing off your toned stomach and wiry frame 鈥 your body totally changed from when he had been with you. It was harder, stronger, and quite possibly, you were hotter than ever. He told himself it was merely an idle observation on his part.聽
The stage seemed too small to contain your energy and crackling ferocity 鈥 your nerves from earlier long forgotten. You told funny stories in English, Korean, and Chinese 鈥 switching from one language to the other without thought and lightning fast. Seokjin did not envy the live translators 鈥 whether through Big Hit or on Twitter 鈥 they were working hard tonight.
In your ending mentions 鈥 during the parts he understood anyway 鈥 you were telling a story of how when you had first arrived in Korea, you hadn鈥檛 realized how worthless Google Maps was in Seoul 鈥 that Naver or Kakao were much more reliable 鈥 and you had gotten lost trying to get home after venturing out to explore Seoul by yourself. How your first year of being in Korea was just constantly feeling stupid, ugly, and slow 鈥 something you had thought was bad in Taiwan, but at least you鈥檇 understood the language and had family there.
You had wondered that first year if you were going to make it 鈥 or if you were going to fail spectacularly again. And now, here you were, six years later, still terrible at Korean, still constantly feeling stupid and ugly and slow, but you were still here. You had made a way 鈥 with a lot of help 鈥 but you were still here.
Some days, that was the only thing you could claim at the end of the day. You were still here.
Seokjin felt an ache in his throat and behind his eyes. He felt Yoongi shift next to him and somehow knew that Yoongi was feeling a similar way. He was glad he wasn鈥檛 the only sap in the group.
From there, you launched into your most famous song, 鈥淪hameless,鈥 practically screaming the anthemic chorus of 鈥淚 am myself and I am no other! I鈥檓 hot 鈥 you thought 鈥 I鈥檓 a shameless motherfucker!鈥
And then, you bowed and your Steinway was on the stage along with your cello. Seokjin watched as you introduced the Young Steinway Artist playing the piano part and took up your position, sharing the center with your fellow musician.
鈥淚 love you, my Jezebels!鈥 you said, voice rough with emotion. 鈥淭hough the way is dark and fearsome, though we stumble because we do not know the way, we will continue. We will put one foot in front of the other, because the only way out is through. I wish you joy. I wish you peace. May we find the way together 鈥 even when god has hidden their face.鈥
You bowed again, took your seat, and began to play your cello concerto, 鈥淕od Is Silent; They Have Hidden Their Face,鈥 for an entire twenty-three minutes. Seokjin openly wept. He knew without looking around that he was not the only one. Your face was so open; Seokjin could see the interplay of fury, anguish, and doubt all over your countenance as you played.
You were heartbreakingly beautiful.
When you finally finished, the theater was silent, holding its collective breath. And then, everyone stood and burst into thunderous applause. The Young Steinway Artist bowed and exited, and you thanked your fans again, promising not to take so long between albums next time.
And then, you were done.
Seokjin held back as the rest of his members and the other groups rushed to congratulate you on a well-performed concert. Even from this distance, he could tell you were dripping with sweat and he forced himself not to think of how you would taste.
He was happy with his girlfriend. They were going to get married and have babies and live a good life.
He slipped out of the theater and quietly asked a manager if he could head back first. The manager took one look at Seokjin and told him to wait in the car 鈥 that he would round up some of the members who would want to call it a night early.
Seokjin sank into a leather seat and closed his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn鈥檛 expunge you from his mind. You haunted him 鈥 as if what had been between you two was unfinished. But Yoongi was also right; it was likely all in his own head, chasing down alternative scenarios. You had never given him any indication that you would be open to rekindling a romance.
Seokjin鈥檚 traitorous heart justified your behavior.
Of course you wouldn鈥檛 let him know if you were still harboring romantic feelings. You had drawn a clear boundary because you were a decent person 鈥 because he had been with his girlfriend for nearly four years. You were friendly, but you no longer flirted with him. Only a complete asshole wouldn鈥檛 respect his relationship.
You weren鈥檛 a complete asshole. Not even half of one.
No. Clearly, Seokjin was the asshole here.
He did not know what to do.
July 2021
You flopped face first into your bed. 鈥淚鈥檝e missed you,鈥 you muttered to the mattress lovingly.
鈥淣oona, you act as if your bed is your lover,鈥 said Jungkook.
鈥淢e and this mattress have been through a lot,鈥 you sighed. 鈥淚 will never leave her 鈥 we are soulmates.鈥
Jungkook scrunched his nose and you had to resist the urge to squish his cheeks.
鈥淎t least you鈥檙e finally out of quarantine,鈥 he said.
You sighed dramatically. 鈥淟ike, what was the point of me getting vaccinated in the states if I still have to get shut into a hotel for two weeks when I get back to Seoul?鈥
Jungkook chuckled. 鈥淵ou know people have been getting breakthrough infections. We have to be cautious.鈥 He sat on the edge of your bed. 鈥淗ow was your visit home?鈥
鈥淥h my god, Kookie, it was so weird,鈥 you said. 鈥淟ike, it was good 鈥 but so bizarre. I mean, of course, I ate the entire time and met up with all my old friends 鈥 well all the fully vaccinated ones, anyway. Visited my brother at his new job in D.C. and embarrassed him as much as possible in front of his friends. It was glorious.鈥
鈥淏ut鈥?鈥 prodded Jungkook.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know why I thought it would be different,鈥 you said. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know why I thought it would feel like home 鈥 but instead, it felt just as foreign. I鈥檓 so tired of feeling foreign,鈥 you said glumly. You sat up. 鈥淎ll my friends are getting married or in long-term relationships 鈥 and I feel so behind. Like maybe there鈥檚 something wrong with me.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not like you鈥檙e busy working and have no time or anything,鈥 he chuckled.
You rolled your eyes. 鈥淛in oppa鈥檚 been in one for four years! You all are way busier than I am!鈥
Jungkook looked distinctly uncomfortable. 鈥淯h, actually, they just broke up.鈥
The younger man just shook his head sadly. 鈥淚t happened a few days ago. He won鈥檛 tell us why 鈥 just that it鈥檚 over.鈥
鈥淚 鈥斺 You were devastated. 鈥淏ut they鈥檙e 鈥 they鈥檙e perfect together! Unni is so fucking smart and badass and amazing and funny and so hot and terrifying 鈥 which is part of her hotness 鈥 and 鈥 and鈥︹ You felt a little lost. 鈥淭his is how I felt when Song Joong Ki and Song Hye Kyo announced their divorce 鈥 though I suppose that was not as unexpected.鈥
鈥淵eah. He鈥檚 not doing well.鈥
鈥淲ell, of course not,鈥 you agreed. 鈥淪hit, I would date unni if she would have me.鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 out of your league,鈥 teased Jungkook.
You sighed again. 鈥淒on鈥檛 I know it.鈥 You reminded yourself to text unni later.
The two of you weren鈥檛 friends by any stretch of the imagination, but you had always been grateful for her role in extricating you from your father鈥檚 blackmail. You would love her for that alone 鈥 but then, when Seokjin and her got more serious, you loved her because she had made him so happy. He seemed settled and content and you had found yourself envious of her 鈥 not because she was with Seokjin 鈥 but that she knew exactly what kind of person she deserved.
She would have never thrown herself away for some stupid man.
鈥淲anna spar later?鈥 you asked Jungkook.
He was normally the only one competitive enough to really try and swing at you. Jimin was too playful and sweet and the other guys weren鈥檛 really up to task. You supposed Seokjin might have, but you鈥檇 rarely spent time alone with him since you had started actively avoiding him all those years ago 鈥 even after it had seemed as if you鈥檇 both moved past it.
鈥淚 can鈥檛. We鈥檙e gearing up for comeback and I have too many photoshoots and rehearsals.鈥
鈥淏ummer, I wanted to eat one last amazing Korean feast before I started my diet lockdown again,鈥 you said, 鈥渂ut you鈥檙e in food lockdown it seems, too. My trainer鈥檚 going to be so pissed at me. I went a little carb crazy at home.鈥 You sighed longingly. 鈥淢y belly had never been happier.鈥
鈥淎re you filming soon?鈥
You nodded. 鈥溾榤 starting the action movie in a few months so I have to pack on muscle again.鈥 You wanted to cry. 鈥淏ack to the life of plain chicken breasts, protein shakes, and steamed vegetables. Like why live at all?鈥
Jungkook huffed in your shared misery, although, it鈥檚 not as if he really could relate. The man had a body cut from warm marble; it was so patently unfair to be a woman.
鈥淎t least I get to learn to ride a motorcycle,鈥 you enthused. 鈥淚 get to take an evasive driving course, too!鈥
Jungkook鈥檚 eyes lit up. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so cool, noona.鈥
鈥淚 know, right?鈥 You laughed. 鈥淲ell, I have about a month before I have to go to Guilin and Hong Kong to film so let鈥檚 find some time to actually hang out and stuff before I go.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e hanging out right now,鈥 protested Jungkook.
鈥淚鈥檝e been gone for two months, you jerk! You can鈥檛 make time for your favorite noona?鈥 you shrieked.
鈥淚 do, though! I hung out with her just last week!鈥 Jungkook鈥檚 eyes glinted with mischief.
You sputtered indignantly. 鈥淲ell, I never!鈥
He smiled, flashing his dimple at you. You really were too fond of him. He reminded you so much of your younger brother, Mattie. A wave of fresh homesickness washed over you. You really could never just be happy, could you?
You really were grateful for the time in the states to be with Mattie for two weeks. He鈥檇 spent some of it working, but he also took a few days off to spend with you. You hadn鈥檛 spent that much time with him since you were kids 鈥 like when you were in junior high maybe. You鈥檇 been too busy in high school and you鈥檇 barely thought of him at college and in Taiwan as he鈥檇 grown into a young man.
You felt off-kilter again, no center of gravity to ground you in a place or time.
鈥淚 missed you, Kook,鈥 you said quietly.
Jungkook blushed and he rushed to cover his ears. 鈥淎h, noona. I missed you, too.鈥
December 2021
Things had eventually settled into a new routine for you. Between training, all those lessons and prep work for your film, you鈥檇 only run into the BTS members in passing on the rare times you dropped by the new Hybe headquarters. Ha-joon had set up your new studio and you鈥檇 walked in, feeling still very much like a fraud.
After your double album was released, you鈥檇 felt as if you could never make music again.
You鈥檇 felt flattened 鈥 and a little bit like you鈥檇 peaked. You certainly hadn鈥檛 been prepared for all the accolades or attention that came with the music. You had purposely kept the process of making that double album opaque. The fact that they鈥檇 existed was vulnerable enough; you had no desire to have outsiders see you that clearly. Let them think it was a gimmick or edgy concept.
They weren鈥檛 owed anything other than the art.
Writing that album was one of the most emotionally painful experiences you had ever undergone, and if making another album was going to exact a similarly high toll, you never wanted to make music ever again.
But at least you were reminded of what you could be capable of 鈥 and that you were good at it. Instead, in your spare moments, you decided to go back to your classical singing roots and convinced the producers to help you make covers of popular show tunes, musicals, and arias. You wanted them to layer on hip-hop and trap beats over classically sung songs 鈥 none of that watered down singing for you. You were going to show your full technique 鈥 but with modernized beats.
You weren鈥檛 quite sure why the Hybe producers tolerated you 鈥 perhaps they found your odd requests challenging in their own quirky way. It was certainly worlds apart from what they normally did. There was no deadline so they worked slowly but surely in between the money making projects while you took voice lessons for the first time in a decade to brush up on your technique.
You went to China for four months and filmed nonstop 鈥 your days long and exhausting. It was your first time playing the minor lead in an action movie and you suddenly realized that you far preferred action movies to dramas despite the grueling schedules and punishing sequences. You told your agent to find you more in this vein if they could. Being surrounded by incredibly fit and deadly men and women was a bonus.
You loved the thrill of stunts and adrenaline of controlled danger. You felt powerful and strong despite being anything but.
When you got back to Seoul, you crammed every moment full of work, swapping out men for professional development. You found that you did not particularly miss men 鈥 or sex. Okay, that was a lie. You missed sex 鈥 but an orgasm was an orgasm and you were quite proficient at providing them for yourself.
You eventually uploaded twelve of your favorite show tunes and arias to SoundCloud and your fans loved the hip-hop, trap, and EDM layered beats. You had outed yourself as a musical theater and opera nerd and somehow snagged a starring role in a local musical for a three month run for the first quarter of 2022. The rehearsals had already started and you were excited.
You picked up your Vlives again where fans could request different genres or moods and you improvised a song just for them. People started competing to see who could stump you or make you laugh at the most ridiculous suggestions.
You watched from the sidelines as BTS piled record on record and accomplishment on accomplishment. They nabbed another GRAMMY nomination for 鈥淏utter,鈥 and they were set to resume their worldwide stadium tour in 2022. They鈥檇 even added more dates because in the two years since those tickets went on sale, their fans had trebled.
Even though you were neighbors and colleagues, you almost never saw the members anymore though you still tried to keep up in the group chat. You wondered at how the few BTS members in romantic relationships were able to maintain them.
On rare occasions, you met up with the maknaes and treated them to a really late dinner only to endure their teasing about your complete 180 of no longer entertaining any men. 鈥淪urely a happy medium can be found,鈥 they had joked, only to have you retort, 鈥淚 never do things by halves.鈥
You refused to stop, to rest, or to still.
If your friends voiced their concerns, you brushed them off. You were fine, you said when asked 鈥 you were fine. You didn鈥檛 make mention that you were afraid if you did make space, you would be so overwhelmed with loneliness that you would rush back out and find the first man who deigned to pay you any attention and fuck him in the back of a bar.
You were fine. Nevermind that this schedule was untenable. Nevermind that you ran on caffeine and adrenaline. Nevermind. Nevermind. Nevermind.
You were fine.
May 2022
鈥淭hank you so much for making time to meet with me, unni,鈥 you said. 鈥淚 know you鈥檙e super busy with your new firm.鈥
The older woman nodded. Seokjin鈥檚 ex-girlfriend had started Jacheongbi Strategies & Law with his sister-in-law and they were on their way to changing the landscape of consulting in Seoul. You wanted to be part of it.
鈥淭hank you again for all your help with my father and that nasty business. You really saved me and I owe you all my gratitude,鈥 you gushed.
The woman took a sip of the expensive sake you had ordered. Jin鈥檚 brother had said it was her favorite 鈥 and since you were in Seok Jung鈥檚 restaurant, you deferred to his expertise. After all, surely the affable owner of Ossu Seiromushi wouldn鈥檛 steer you wrong.
鈥淚t鈥檚 been years, Y/N-ssi,鈥 she said, voice laced with amusement. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to thank me anymore 鈥 or butter me up. Just tell me what you want and I will see if I can get it done for you.鈥
You startled. 鈥淎m I that transparent?鈥 you laughed. 鈥淚 really am still so very grateful though,鈥 you added quietly.
鈥淎ish, don鈥檛 make it weird,鈥 she said exasperatedly in English. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e making it weird.鈥 She smirked and you were lost.
鈥淥h, unni, please can we be friends?鈥 You were horrified and clamped your hands over your mouth.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 why you asked me to dinner?鈥 chuckled the older woman.
You flushed. She really was so intimidating. 鈥淣o, that just came out,鈥 you admitted. 鈥淏ut if a friendship eventually develops, I won鈥檛 be upset. You鈥檙e so cool, unni.鈥
She just quirked her mouth and gestured for you to continue.
At her encouragement, you explained how your uncles in Taiwan would like to expand their businesses into Korea but needed help. They didn鈥檛 know the local laws, didn鈥檛 know who to trust, and were understandably flummoxed. Would she be interested in representing your family鈥檚 interests? And if it worked out, maybe her clients would be interested in expanding in Taiwan 鈥 your family had access to trusted attorneys and brokers. Perhaps it could be a mutually beneficial partnership.
The two of you discussed business for most of the night 鈥 you got the feeling that you had impressed her with how thoroughly you had researched both her company and your uncles鈥 companies. You鈥檇 memorized an entire presentation and answers for follow up questions after all. You weren鈥檛 an amateur.
The evening ended with a tentative agreement and when you were leaving, the woman surprised you with an invitation to lunch the next week. You agreed without checking your schedule, vowing to move anything that was in the way.
You weren鈥檛 sure which you were more excited about 鈥 furthering your family鈥檚 business interests or perhaps gaining a friend.
October 2022
鈥淐an I ask you a question, unni?鈥
The two of you were working together at the older woman鈥檚 living room, take out containers spread all over the coffee table. You鈥檇 started inviting yourself over to her apartment a few months ago 鈥 ostensibly to ask her business questions 鈥 and she鈥檇 reluctantly allowed you into her space. You like to think that you鈥檇 worn her down and she was now as fond of you as you were of her, but you couldn鈥檛 be entirely sure.
She was working on some contracts and you were reading a particularly difficult Korean novel that Namjoon had recommended. You likely would have hated it in English since you hated pretension, but it was even worse in Korean. It was way over your head and stopping every few minutes to look up terms and complex idioms and vocabulary was not your idea of a good time. The glass or two of red wine that you鈥檇 had with dinner likely had not helped.
Your unni looked up and tilted her head expectantly.
鈥淲hy did you and Seokjin break up?鈥 You had been dying to know but none of the maknae line had found out 鈥 or if they had, they kept the bro code and didn鈥檛 tell you.
She leveled an assessing glance at you. 鈥淥nly if you tell me why you wrote that song about him on your last album.鈥
Oof. You supposed that was fair. 鈥淥kay,鈥 you replied. 鈥淒o you want me to go first?鈥
She nodded.
鈥淚 wanted to explain to him why 鈥 why I did what I did.鈥 You paused, trying to find the right words. 鈥淚 mean, I suppose he figured most of it out when the information about my father blackmailing me came out, but he鈥檇 never heard it directly from me.鈥
鈥淒id you do it to try and get him back?鈥 Her voice had scraped so low, you almost didn鈥檛 hear your unni speak.
You looked at her bewildered. 鈥淲hy would I want him back?鈥 you asked. 鈥淚 was never in love with him. He had made it explicitly clear at the beginning that he couldn鈥檛 promise me anything 鈥 and I wasn鈥檛 looking for any promises.鈥
You flinched. 鈥淚 was dumb, that鈥檚 all. I started to like him, I think. And maybe, maybe if the thing with my father had never happened, maybe we would have worked out.鈥 You shrugged. 鈥淏ut then, there鈥檚 no use in thinking that way, right? I chose to cut him out of my life with no explanation 鈥 and I鈥檓 pretty sure that hurt him.鈥
鈥淚t did.鈥
鈥淎h,鈥 you replied. 鈥淚 just wanted to explain 鈥 that it wasn鈥檛 him. It was me. I wanted to give him closure of a sort.鈥
鈥淎nd?鈥 She really was too incisive. You could see why she was so good at her job; she was always several steps ahead.
鈥淎nd I was mad when he insisted that there had never been a relationship between us.鈥 You stared at your fingers. 鈥淚 get it 鈥 he probably wanted to reassure you that I had meant nothing to him 鈥 but like, how dare he be mad at me for my choices if I was meaningless.鈥
Your friend 鈥 and Seokjin鈥檚 ex-girlfriend 鈥 was silent. 鈥淲e broke up because of that song,鈥 she said finally.
鈥淚t made him wonder,鈥 she said, 鈥渁nd the what ifs were killing him.鈥
You openly gaped at the other woman. 鈥淚s he a fucking idiot?鈥 you yelled. 鈥淲ho cares what it would have turned out to be? He had you! You鈥檙e amazing! Why are men so abjectly disappointing?鈥 You moaned. 鈥淥h my god, you must hate me!鈥
You got up to gather your things.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry. I have imposed myself on your hospitality for too long.鈥 You awkwardly bowed, arms full of your random things while trying to also help clean up the table.
鈥淪it down, Y/N. I鈥檓 not mad at you,鈥 she said calmly. 鈥淚t鈥檚 been a year and a half and honestly, I wasn鈥檛 as upset about it as I thought I would be.鈥
You sat down, stunned.
鈥淚 mean, don鈥檛 get me wrong,鈥 she said. 鈥淚 loved him 鈥 and I was plenty upset. I thought we had a good thing 鈥 and he agreed. He agreed that we loved each other. We could have had a good life together. We would have been happy.鈥
鈥淎nd?鈥 You could not contain your irritation.
鈥淏ut he wanted more,鈥 she said simply. 鈥淗e wanted more and I only had what I had to give him.鈥
You were knocked for six. 鈥淥h, unni,鈥 you said sadly. You knew exactly how she felt. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 what Yoongi said to me, too.鈥
鈥淚 know,鈥 she said, 鈥淪eokjin told me when it happened. The irony of Seokjin telling Yoongi off for being an idiot and then doing the same exact thing.鈥
You poured the both of you more wine. 鈥淢en are the actual worst.鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 she said morosely.
鈥淎re you okay?鈥 you asked tentatively. 鈥淎nd how are you not mad at me?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 okay. I wasn鈥檛 for a bit 鈥 but I understood where he was coming from,鈥 she said. 鈥淚 understood the desire for a sweeping love 鈥 that sort of epic feeling of euphoria. Our relationship was imminently practical and loving 鈥 but not super romantic.鈥
鈥淩omance is such a fucking waste of time,鈥 you grumbled.
The older woman laughed. 鈥淚 know, right? I don鈥檛 mind gifts of jewelry 鈥 I鈥檒l never turn that down, but please 鈥 just save the flowery words and fuck me already. I have a busy schedule.鈥
You cackled in delight. 鈥淎h, unni. I adore you.鈥
She just smiled.
鈥淗mmmm, unni, if you just want fucking, I have some chaebols and actors I can introduce you to,鈥 you said suddenly.
鈥淎re there any you haven鈥檛 slept with already?鈥
鈥淚 mean, is that really important? What鈥檚 important is if they鈥檙e good at it, right? That they鈥檙e pre-screened?鈥
She sipped her wine and laughed. 鈥淚 suppose you do have your priorities straight after all.鈥
You tapped your chin thoughtfully. 鈥淭here must be a few I haven鈥檛 fucked. Maybe they were too young at the time? I don鈥檛 fuck children under twenty-one.鈥
鈥淒id you have an upper limit?鈥 she asked.
鈥淣ot really? I went more by my internal squick factor.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 good to know that you have standards.鈥
鈥淪tandard operating procedures are important for any enterprise,鈥 you agreed earnestly. 鈥淚 may actually have a Google spreadsheet somewhere with a list. Please hold.鈥
You scrolled through your Google Drive and after a bit of searching, exclaimed, 鈥淵ES! I knew I had a tracking system. You want me to share it with you?鈥
鈥淥h, please do,鈥 she replied enthusiastically.
鈥淚 even had several criteria columns and ratings so I could find them easily for particular situations 鈥 as well as see their cumulative scores. Accuracy is important.鈥
鈥淵ou have truly missed your calling, Y/N,鈥 she praised.
You preened. 鈥淚 have my moments.鈥 You basked in her approval for a joyful few minutes.
鈥淚 was never mad at you, you know,鈥 she said, alluding to your previous question. 鈥淚 might not have liked the fact that you wrote that song and released it for Seokjin to find like a buried mine 鈥 but ultimately, you respected our relationship.鈥 She swirled her glass contemplatively. 鈥淚t鈥檚 all him. Him and his desire for more. His desire for what if.鈥
You downed your glass rather quickly. 鈥淲hy are people so insistent on some passionate love affair? What鈥檚 that saying 鈥 expectation is the thief of joy?鈥 you groused. 鈥淲hat a ridiculous Western concept!鈥
鈥淲hat do you mean?鈥
鈥淎s if romantic love is sustainable and preferable to arranged marriages. I mean, maybe it is 鈥 but it鈥檚 all half chance.鈥 You gestured angrily. 鈥淭here is honor in choosing someone because you want to choose them 鈥 because they would make a good partner. There is love in choosing them over and over again 鈥 no matter how repetitive.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e going to get along just fine, Y/N,鈥 the older woman finally said. She drained her glass. 鈥淣ow, the real question is if your spreadsheet includes pictures.鈥
You scoffed. 鈥淲hat am I? A dilettante? Of course there are pictures.鈥
July 2024
You had last seen Seokjin and Yoongi at their combined farewell party at the Hybe offices eighteen months ago. They were originally going to enter the military separately, but had ultimately decided that the two of them would go at the same time in order to minimize disruption to the group and their fans.
You hadn鈥檛 really missed them 鈥 by the time they鈥檇 left for service, you hadn鈥檛 spoken to them often. You had still participated in the occasional group chat 鈥 but they鈥檇 been on tour most of that year and all of them had moved out into their own apartments nearby. The fact that they鈥檇 lived together so long was already mind-blowing. To expect grown men in their mid- to late-twenties to always be in each other鈥檚 pockets without any expectations of privacy 鈥 that was stretching credulity.
You鈥檇 been busy as well. You had released another album in March to critical acclaim. You had been somewhat terrified, but the reviews had been kind. Though the twelve track album wasn鈥檛 as explosively raw and vulnerable as 鈥淎ll the Lies I Ever Told鈥 and 鈥淎ll the Truths I Never Said,鈥 鈥淓pic Love鈥 was a contemplative critique of romance and all its trappings.
There had been a sum total of zero love songs on the album 鈥 much to the delight of yourself and people of a similar bent. The critics had certainly eaten it all up. It had been your middle finger to both Seokjin and Yoongi, satisfying you in an incredibly puerile manner.
You had then embarked on a seven stop world tour of Seoul, Taipei, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, New York, and London 鈥 after which you had vowed you鈥檇 never do that again. You had slept for about two weeks straight after you returned to Seoul and Jungkook had made fun of you for being an old, decrepit woman.
He was still the only member of BTS to continually reach out to you and check in. You always wondered why he did, but you were grateful.
You had filmed another action movie 鈥 this time as the lead 鈥 and had briefly had a very public romance with the other lead 鈥 an actor nearly fifteen years your senior. It had been an amicable end to a very fun flirtation and you had even recommended your unni for the actor鈥檚 struggling restaurant business. A win for everybody.
You surveyed the crowded room full of people close to Seokjin and Yoongi, wondering why you had been included. When you caught unni鈥檚 eye, you sidled up near her, waiting for her to finish her conversation to check in.
鈥淎re you okay?鈥
鈥淥f course I am,鈥 she replied. 鈥淲hy wouldn鈥檛 I be?鈥
You merely rolled your eyes. 鈥淣o reason.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what I thought.鈥
鈥淲ant to have dinner tonight?鈥 you asked.
鈥淎h, I can鈥檛. I have to look over the numbers of that actor guy you sent me,鈥 she said. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a mess. Of course, you didn鈥檛 hear that from me.鈥
You winked. 鈥淢um鈥檚 the word.鈥 You waved to Jimin and Taehyung from across the room. 鈥淚 can bring some mandu from that place you like. It鈥檚 no trouble.鈥
The older woman smiled fondly. 鈥淎lright. Only if you don鈥檛 think you鈥檒l be bored. I really do have to work.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 attempting to read 鈥楾he Untamed鈥 in the original Chinese,鈥 you said. 鈥淚鈥檒l be fine.鈥
Your conversation paused when the two guests of honor finally arrived and they rightly became the center of attention. When Seokjin and Yoongi came into better view, you almost gasped. You had expected them to look good 鈥 after all, you knew how idols exited the military looking swole and fine. But, that had been theoretical knowledge on men who were not Kim Seokjin or Min Yoongi. They had both bulked up and you were suddenly confronted with two salient facts. One, they were distressingly hot. And two, they were both coming your way.
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馃搯 Save the dates: K Y L I E
鉁 06 Nov 鈥 Later... with Jools Holland, BBC TWO, 22:10 UK time
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鈥淒isco: Guest List Edition鈥 is out on 12th November and we already have Kylie鈥檚 collaboration with Years & Years, 鈥淎 Second To Midnight鈥, with the yet-to-come 鈥淐an鈥檛 Stop Writing Songs About You鈥 with disco legend Gloria 鈥淚 Will Survive鈥 Gaynor up next. The album will feature these three new songs along with Kylie and Dua Lipa鈥檚 version of 鈥淩eal Groove鈥 as well as mixes of all the singles and the popular 鈥淒ance Floor Darling鈥 to boot as we gear up for 鈥淒isco鈥 part two to the end of 2021 and into 2022. 鈥淜iss Of Life鈥 is certainly full of life and will please any hardcore disco fan of yesteryear as Kylie continues to stir up memories of her own childhood as well as bringing the disco 鈥榤agic鈥 to those who had yet to be born and a whole new generation of disco music lovers!
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~ Author鈥檚 Note ~ 鈥淏efore the renaissance we had the Black Plague.鈥澛
- @thekingoflegoland
Rated M
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5a > Part 5b > Part 6
Seattle, January 2021
Gabriella Torres stepped out of her rideshare and studied the house she stood in front of. A small shingled house, hunter green, the grass browned from the cool weather and the paint of the white front door chipped from years of neglect. She knocked.
A woman with a black lacquered cane opened the door with widened eyes, pale, as if she had just seen a ghost.
鈥淗i, I鈥檓 looking for Calliope Torres-鈥
鈥淪he doesn鈥檛 live here.鈥
鈥淢y name is Gabriella Torres. Aria Torres is my mother鈥攚as鈥攎y mother.鈥
The woman sighed and eyed the young woman. 鈥淵ou're a spitting image of your mother. Come in.鈥
The sunroom of the house was clean, sterilized. It still smelled of cleaning products and polish; it was well tended to, unlike the exterior of the house.
鈥淐an I get you a coffee or a tea?鈥 the woman asked.
鈥淲ater, please, if you wouldn鈥檛 mind,鈥 Gabriella answered. She took the glass the woman offered her and took a generous sip.
鈥淲hat did you say your name was again?鈥 the woman asked, taking the seat in front of her guest and leaning her cane against the side table.
鈥淗ow old are you?鈥
The woman paused in thought.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry to come out of the blue, but I thought you would prefer meeting in person rather than starting a paper trail鈥β Aunt Calliope.鈥
Calliope nodded in agreement and cleared her throat. 鈥淪o how did you find me?鈥
鈥淚 just started grad school at the University of Washington, I鈥檓 doing my masters in library studies-鈥
鈥淚mpressive,鈥 Callie nodded, glad and relieved to learn her niece was educated.
鈥淭hank you. I was in foster care my whole life, you see, I knew nothing but my mother鈥檚 name. I swore to find her one day and I searched for her for years and years. Then, finally, I came across her obituary and I found out she lived in Miami鈥 and, well, my research led me to you.鈥
鈥淪o you know who I am鈥︹ Callie cleared her throat and picked at the cotton of her pants.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e Calliope Torres. You were the head of the Torres Crime family. You were responsible for the Miami Mob Massacre of 2013 when all of the heads of the city鈥檚 crime families were murdered.鈥
鈥淎llegedly,鈥 Callie corrected.
Gabriella nodded in agreement. 鈥淓arly in 2014 the Feds gathered enough evidence to put you on trial-鈥
鈥淎lex Karev and George O鈥橫alley came forward and turned themselves in, in an attempt to put me away,鈥 Callie informed. 鈥淓ven after I paid them a very generous amount of money to leave town. It seemed that it wasn鈥檛 enough for two men who felt overpowered by a single woman.鈥
鈥淵ou were on trial for 21 days,鈥 Gabriella continued. 鈥淯ntil you were proven not guilty. After 21 days they were going to let you walk free, you were free鈥攖hen you were showered with bullets on your way out of the Miami courthouse. A man named Robert Stark was arrested; he claimed you destroyed his life over unsettled debt.鈥
鈥淎nd yet he鈥檚 still in jail and I am not,鈥 Callie couldn鈥檛 help but smirk.
鈥淢y mother perished that day, and you were airlifted to Miami General with life-threatening injuries,鈥 Gabriella added. 鈥淪ome articles reported that you wouldn鈥檛 make it out alive, while others rumoured you would never fully recover. You were mentioned in the papers for months, until suddenly you weren鈥檛. New leaders of the other crime families began to take their place, and new gang wars plagued Miami. By the time you walked out of the hospital a free woman, you were old news and the Torres empire had crumbled. You鈥檝e been laying low ever since.鈥
Gabriella was nothing but correct in her explanation. The Torres empire crumbled, and it crumbled hard. In Callie鈥檚 absence, and Alex and George鈥檚 incarceration, other members of the corporation fought for themselves, fought amongst themselves, stole for themselves, until there was nothing left but a few skids of canned peaches scattered across the city. The Torres mansion was looted and then destroyed by opportunistic rival families. The Torres name became irrelevant. A name no longer feared. A name no longer remembered, despite the damage it did in the past decades. Bigger crimes flooded Miami, and though grudges still existed, seeking revenge against the Torres family was no longer a priority.聽
Callie remained silent. It had been years since she lived that life, it was hard to believe its vibrant contrast to the life she lived now.
鈥淪orry,鈥 Gabriella brushed. 鈥淚 was just searching for my mother, I didn鈥檛 mean to uncover so much more about you.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e done nothing wrong,鈥 Callie reassured. 鈥淭hat was my past, and I will take what I did to my grave.鈥
Gabriella remained silent.
鈥淪o what do you want to know about your mother?鈥 Callie asked.
Gabriella released a sigh with both grief and relief. Grief of the loss she had held in her heart for so long, and relief that she was finally going to get some answers.
鈥淚 want to know why my mother left me at the hospital that day, knowing she had the means to raise me.鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 answer for the dead,鈥 Callie shook her head.
鈥淚 know that, but you at least knew her鈥︹
鈥淎nd I know giving you up was probably the best decision she could have made for you.鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 Gabriella asked with furrowed brows. She spent her life in poverty. She was alone. She moved from foster home to foster home. The closest thing she has to a family is an old college roommate.
鈥淢y sister Aria was鈥 impulsive. Especially when it came to money. She and my father would always clash on her irresponsible spendings. I believe she had you the year she just about had it with our father and so she disappeared for a year to travel across the country in a van with some friends. She was in no state to raise a child, even if we had the money.鈥
鈥淏ut I grew up poor, without a family-鈥 Gabriella began to argue.
鈥淒o you think a crime family would have been any better?鈥
鈥淢aybe,鈥 Gabriella shrugged.
鈥淚t cost us your mothers life,鈥 Callie reminded. 鈥淚t nearly cost me mine.鈥
Gabriella remained silent.
鈥淎 life of riches is far from a fairytale when it鈥檚 funded with bloodmoney.鈥
Gabriella avoided her aunt鈥檚 eyes.
鈥淪o if it鈥檚 money you want from me I no longer have much of it,鈥 Callie admitted.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 need money,鈥 Gabriella promised. 鈥淚 just wanted answers.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 afraid I can鈥檛 answer anymore than that,鈥 Callie replied. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 even know my sister had you until this morning.鈥
鈥淲ould you have stepped in if you knew back then?鈥 Gabriella asked.
Callie paused in thought. 鈥淧robably not,鈥 she answered honestly. She believed the mob was no place for a child.
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Callie glanced at the clock.
鈥淭hen I won鈥檛 take up much more of your time,鈥 Gabriella promised and stood from her seat. 鈥淭hank you for your time.鈥
Callie simply nodded.
鈥淐an I ask how you found out where I live?鈥 Callie asked before the younger woman could leave.
Gabriella signed. 鈥淪eattle Grace held a Gala last week. I was sorting the newspaper section of the library when I saw your face. Your hair is much shorter now but I had studied the family so much I recognized you right away鈥 it wasn鈥檛 hard after I ran a search for you in Seattle.鈥
鈥淲hat newspaper published that article?鈥 Callie needed to know: if her niece could recognize her, how many more people could.
鈥淪eattle Local. Don鈥檛 worry, I鈥檝e already shredded as many copies of the paper as I could find,鈥 Gabriella reassured.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 Callie sighed in relief.
鈥淐an I ask you one last question before I go?鈥 Gabriella asked.
鈥淵ou just did.鈥
鈥淒o you think there are people out there who still want you dead?鈥 Gabriella proceeded to ask.
鈥淚 know there is,鈥 Callie nodded. 鈥淒ozens of them.鈥
鈥淗ow do you bear it? How do you live in fear?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛,鈥 Callie answered confidently. 鈥淜nowing my life could end at any moment is what makes every day so worth living.鈥
There was one part of Gabriella鈥檚 story that was missing; one part of the Calliope Torres story that was very private and protected from the public eye. Down a long hallway, two feet and a cane dully tread across grey terrazzo floors. The door at the end of the hall held a plaque, yielded the Seattle Grace Hospital logo and the title Chief of Surgery. She opened the door.
Large windows letting in lights from the Seattle Skyline also enclosed the spacious and personalized office. The walls were decorated with various frames, some with photos, others with accomplishments and awards. One of which was the 2014 Carter Madison Grant and a photo of a small clinic in Mawali.聽
Arizona Robbins glanced up from her laptop and over reading glasses arched a single eyebrow.
鈥淪orry, I鈥檓 late,鈥 Callie apologised.
Arizona smirked and motioned for her lover to come closer with finger.
Callie rounded the cherrywood desk and gave her wife a kiss.
鈥淗mm,鈥 Arizona hummed with satisfaction.
鈥淢issed you.鈥 She said this every day.
鈥淢issed you too,鈥 Arizona replied with a smile. 鈥淗ow was your day?鈥 she asked, pushing her chair back to make room for her wife.
鈥淲ell鈥︹ Callie leaned her cane against the desk and pushed the laptop back to sit on her wife鈥檚 desk, 鈥淚 had a visitor at the house today.鈥
鈥淎 visitor?鈥 Arizona repeated, intrigued. 鈥淲e haven鈥檛 had a visitor in a very long time. Who was kind enough to send you a hitman this time?鈥 she asked sarcastically.聽
鈥淣ot an assassin,鈥 Callie informed with a small smirk. A very small part of her missed when an assassin or two would shake up their home. It had been so quiet the past few years since they moved to Seattle, Callie could almost say she was starting to get bored. She and Arizona had become so good at silently putting hitmen away; they made great fertiliser for the flowers in the back garden.聽
鈥淵eah, it turns out I have a niece. It looks like Aria forgot to mention she had a kid twenty-two years ago.鈥
鈥淣o way鈥︹
鈥淪he looks just like her, Arizona, if she鈥檚 a con artist she sold it really well.鈥
鈥淗ow鈥檇 she find you?鈥
鈥淪he saw a photo of me in a local paper, from the Gala.鈥
鈥淥h, Calliope鈥 I didn鈥檛 know you鈥檇 be photographed.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine,鈥 Callie shrugged. 鈥淚鈥檓 sort of glad she found me. It was nice talking about Aria again.鈥
鈥淎re you going to keep in touch?鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 want her to feel obligated to keep in contact. She鈥檚 a smart girl, she鈥檒l come back if she wants to.鈥
Arizona gave her wife a sympathetic smile.
鈥淎nyways, tell me about your day鈥︹ Callie encouraged her wife.
鈥淚 think I鈥檇 rather save the talking for later,鈥 Arizona said with a smirk.
鈥淥h鈥︹ Callie chuckled and moaned when her wife pressed their lips together. Arizona鈥檚 hands were on her waist and they slowly made their way up her shirt as they kissed.
鈥淵ou called for me, Doctor Robbins?鈥 Callie teased, between kisses.
鈥淚 did, and you鈥檙e late,鈥 Arizona played along. She loved her wife for a hundred million reasons, and one of them included how ungodly good she was at getting her off.
鈥淚鈥檓 awfully sorry,鈥 Callie apologised in her bedroom voice.
鈥淵-you鈥檇 better be,鈥 Arizona gasped when her wife鈥檚 mouth wrapped around the skin on her neck and began to suck. 鈥淒-don鈥檛 leave a mark鈥︹ she scolded, 鈥渁gain.鈥
Callie smirked and slipped her hand into the white lab coat and down the navy blue scrub top. She cupped her wife鈥檚 breast; soft, warm, and a bit more plump than she remembered.
Arizona felt wetness begin to grow between her legs. Slick. Heat. Then a gush of fluid like the breaking of a damn.
鈥淐allie!鈥 Arizona shrieked.
鈥淎rizona...鈥 Callie gasped when she felt the wetness run down her leg, 鈥渨as that?鈥
鈥淚 think my water just broke,鈥 Arizona said with widened eyes.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a good thing we鈥檙e already at a hospital,鈥 Callie chuckled and took her wife by the hand before leading her towards the maternity ward to have their baby.
Callie and Arizona rushed down the aisle, hand-in-hand, away from the altar where Elvis stood to officiate. With no family left between the two of them, they spent their wedding night celebrating their rather spontaneous wedding with a rather expensive bottle of wine and room service.
Overlooking the city of Las Vegas, a city also once ruled by crime families such as the Torres鈥檚, Callie held Arizona in her arms as they watched the night lights.
鈥淚 never pictured myself getting married,鈥 Arizona admitted softly.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e telling me this now?鈥 Callie arched her eyebrow, taking hold of Arizona鈥檚 hand that was now weighed down by a wedding band.聽
鈥淣o, Calliope, I mean鈥 I never pictured myself getting married in the white dress and large crowd. But this鈥 this was perfect.鈥
鈥淥h鈥︹ Callie smiled mischievously and planted a hot kiss on her wife鈥檚 neck.
鈥淐allie!鈥 Arizona squinted her eyes and stopped walking.
鈥淏reathe鈥︹ Callie coached.
鈥淚 am breathing,鈥 Arizona gritted through her teeth, freezing for a couple of minutes before gathering up the strength to walk again.
鈥淲e鈥檙e almost there,鈥 Callie reassured.
Arizona puffed air out of her cheeks and followed her wife鈥檚 lead. Moments later, she found herself on a hospital bed, monitors attached to her belly and her wife by her side.
鈥淧ush,鈥 Arizona encouraged.
Callie let out a long grunt as she pushed against the resistance band that Arizona was holding behind her. She took three bullets in her arm, two in the gut, and one in her femur which left her with a permanent limp. She had accepted her fate of the cane, but she had yet to give up on rehabilitating her dominant hand.
鈥淕ood,鈥 the physiotherapist praised. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e really motivated today!鈥
鈥淢otivated to use my good hand in bed again,鈥 Callie pushed against the purple band again.
鈥淐allie!鈥 Arizona gasped, not impressed with her lover鈥檚 vulgarness in front of the physiotherapist.
The therapist couldn鈥檛 help but chuckle, 鈥淚t鈥檚 good to have goals.鈥
鈥淟et鈥檚 see how your baby is doing鈥︹ Doctor Carina DeLuca snapped on a clean glove and placed herself between the patient鈥檚 legs. 鈥淥h鈥︹澛
鈥淲hat?鈥 Callie and Arizona said in unison.
鈥淲hen did you say your contractions began?鈥 Carina聽 asked.
鈥淚 guess, this morning鈥︹ Arizona thought out loud.
鈥淭his morning?鈥 Callie repeated with disbelief. Her wife had been in labour all day and she didn鈥檛 receive a single text of mention.
鈥淚 thought it was just a stomach ache from all the poundcake I ate for breakfast.鈥 Arizona admitted.聽
鈥淒id you eat the whole coffee cart too?鈥 Callie teased.
鈥淚 only had three...鈥 Arizona defended, 鈥渢his time.鈥
鈥淢ove to Seattle with me,鈥 Arizona said, her head nestled on her wife鈥檚 chest. Las Vegas streets were loud but she could still hear Callie鈥檚 pounding heartbeat.
鈥淭hey鈥檝e offered me a job as an attending鈥 if I accept it, we can have our own life there. Just you and me, far away from the craziness in Miami. You don鈥檛 belong there anymore, we don鈥檛 belong there anymore. We both need a new start, somewhere we can raise a family.鈥
鈥淵ou want kids?鈥 Callie asked, surprised. With all the commotion, they forgot to talk about having children.
鈥淚 want a family, whatever that may look like. I鈥檝e never had one and I want one with you.鈥
鈥淵ou can start pushing on your next contraction,鈥 Doctor DeLuca instructed.
鈥淐allie, I鈥檓 scared,鈥 Arizona told her wife.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e made it this far, Arizona, I believe in you.鈥
鈥淲hat if we lose this baby too?鈥
鈥淲e can鈥檛 think like that right now, Arizona, you need to focus on having this baby, okay?鈥
Arizona nodded her head and grunted as she pushed as hard as she could.
The house was so quiet.
With Lucy鈥檚 passing, there was no longer pitter patter of paws against the hardwood as she played around the house. Now their house filled with the noise of Arizona turning the page of her newspaper, and Callie watching car review videos on her phone.
鈥淵ou think it鈥檚 too soon to get another dog?鈥 Arizona asked.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know if I want another dog,鈥 Callie admitted.
鈥淐an I finally have my chicken coop, then?鈥
鈥淣o鈥︹ Callie slowly shook her head.
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e certainly not getting a ferret, Calliope-鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e been thinking鈥 it鈥檚 a good time to have a baby.鈥
Arizona鈥檚 face brightened into a smile. 鈥淎 baby?鈥 she breathed out.
Callie nodded, 鈥淎 baby.鈥
鈥淵our baby is almost here鈥︹ Carina announced.
鈥淩eally?鈥 Arizona phanted.
鈥淒o you want the mirror?鈥
鈥淥h god, no,鈥 Arizona shook her head in denial.
Callie couldn鈥檛 help but laugh.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare laugh,鈥 Arizona scolded her wife. 鈥淵ou owe me a new vagina after this!鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry鈥︹ the doctor repeated herself. 鈥淧lease stay and use the room for as long as you need to.鈥
鈥淭hank you,鈥 Arizona nodded at the doctor and continued to console her wife.
Callie watched the doctor leave with blank eyes. The news hurt her more than she thought it would. She didn鈥檛 even know she wanted kids until she married Arizona, and now that she found out she couldn鈥檛, she was heartbroken. Her life of crime, the bullets of revenge, had already taken her sister from her; she was saddened to learn it also took away her chance of having children of her own.
鈥淲hat do you need from me?鈥 Arizona said softly.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know,鈥 Callie shook her head.
鈥淚鈥檒l have them, Calliope, I want to have them,鈥 Arizona offered for the hundredth time.
鈥淚鈥︹ Callie gulped to rid of the dryness in her throat, 鈥淚 thought we could have some of yours and some of mine too.鈥
鈥淥h, Calliope鈥︹ Arizona sighed in defeat. 鈥淚t would have been amazing to have a little you running around the house, but I promise you they will be our babies no matter what.鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 here鈥︹ Carina announced.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a girl?鈥 Callie asked with surprise, relief and excited butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a girl,鈥 Carina confirmed.
Callie and Arizona smiled at the crying infant. Carina placed the child on Arizona鈥檚 chest and Callie wrapped her arms around her family. She was so little yet so loud, and mighty. Her hands were bronze like a Torres and her eyes were blue like a Robbins. She was there and she was theirs.
鈥淚 love you鈥︹
鈥淲hat?鈥 Callie said past dry lips. She thought she would never see Arizona Robbins again, let alone have her visit her hospital room every day for the past three months.聽
鈥淚 love you,鈥 Arizona nodded her head. She had known, deep down, for a long time. But she was at the airport, ready to leave for Africa, ready to truly move on from her tango with the mob and start a new life, a new clinic, for children in a new land, Malawi, when she saw the Torres heir fall to the ground in front of the courthouse. She hated that she had to see Calliope Torres get shot multiple times on television to realise it. She loved the notorious boss and she couldn鈥檛 leave Miami without her.
鈥淎rizona, you can鈥檛-鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not my boss, Calliope, you can鈥檛 tell me what I can and can鈥檛 do anymore-鈥
鈥淣o, Arizona, you need someone... normal,鈥 Callie defended her stance. 鈥淪omeone who can give you the easy life you deserve. Someone who doesn鈥檛 have a past-鈥
鈥淚 know your past, Calliope, and I know the kind of woman you are deep down. Do you think it was easy to let someone else run my clinic in Africa, to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity so I can spend three months in this hospital with you? I know love isn鈥檛 easy, but I choose it because鈥攂ecause life without it is dull and cold.鈥
Callie eyed her lover.
鈥淚 know there are people who want you dead...鈥 Arizona continued, 鈥渢hat danger will follow you, but鈥攚hy live in fear when we can take our chances at being happy?鈥
鈥淛eez, okay, enough with the dramatics,鈥 Callie teased.
Arizona gasped, offended, then laughed. Her speech was quite cheesy.
鈥淚 love you too. I鈥檝e known for a while,鈥 Callie admitted. 鈥淏ut I want what鈥檚 best for you. That鈥檚 why I let you go...鈥澛
鈥淎nd I know what I want,鈥 Arizona countered. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 why I came back...鈥
Callie cradled baby Sofia as Arizona finally fell asleep in her hospital bed. Sofia had that intoxicating new baby smell and Callie soaked in every minute of it. Swaddled in her hospital blanket, Sofia was content and happy to be in her mother鈥檚 arms.聽
Callie glanced at Arizona and watched her peacefully rest. She deserves it. Arizona let out a soft snore and it made Callie smile. Her mob career started in her father鈥檚 hospital room. Her love for Arizona blossomed in her hospital room. Now their middle family had grown by one in the hospital room.
Callie Torres was working in a cubicle, in an office, on a floor, in a building full of cubicles. She was the daughter of a notorious crime boss and she was in an office working a nine-to-five desk job. Despite her upbringing, she went to college. She attended Penn State, the first in her family to go to college. She told herself that she needed space from the mob, but deep down she knew she left home because she resented her father for not being a good husband to her mother. Over a decade later, she still blamed him for making Lucia Torres flee. So Callie moved away, to a city where nobody knew her name, and for four years she studied literature, made an honest living, and lived a modest lifestyle. She was set. She had financial independence from her father and no ties to the life he lived.
Until a single phone call changed her projection. She came back to Miami after years of avoiding the city and the chaos within it. Giovanni sent one of the drivers to pick her up at the airport and she felt helpless in the backseat of the Cadillac. She hated it: the feeling of being the young woman with no independence, thanks to the nature of the family business. There was a reason why she moved out: to be able to do things on her own.
The short car ride felt like hours, but soon she was at Miami General: pushing through a crowd of news reporters hoping to get information and FBI agents hoping to find dirt that will finally warrant the arrest of the biggest mob boss in the city. The FBI were always around鈥攅ver since Carlos himself was a child鈥攂ut they could never find enough evidence to take the family court. Thus, they tried to get close whenever they could. It disgusted Callie. Her father was ill and all people cared about was exposing him.聽
She ran to his bedside the moment she squeezed past the door and took his hand into her own.
鈥淐alliope鈥︹ he coughed up.
鈥淚鈥檓 here, papa.鈥 Callie soothed, combing what was left of his hair with her fingers.
鈥淵ou came home,鈥 Carlos smiled.
鈥淥f course I did. You take it easy, okay?鈥
Carlos closed his eyes and nodded his head. He was weak, and he drifted off to sleep shortly.
鈥淢iss Torres?鈥 a soft knock came from the door. 鈥淚鈥檓 Dr. Teddy Altman, your father鈥檚 surgeon.鈥
Callie turned around and stood to politely shake the woman鈥檚 hand. 鈥淐all me Callie,鈥 she insisted. 鈥淐an you tell me what happened? 鈥
鈥淐allie鈥︹ Teddy sighed, 鈥淔rom the looks of things, your father has had heart failure for years.鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 never mentioned it...鈥 Callie insecurely crossed her arms, 鈥淚s he going to make it?鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 responding to the 鈥榯ropes, the medications we鈥檙e giving him, but that鈥檚 all I can say for now.鈥
鈥淚s he going to make it?鈥 Callie repeated.
鈥淚t鈥檚 hard to say鈥︹ Teddy trailed off, 鈥淏ut I can tell you that we鈥檙e doing everything we can.鈥
鈥淚s he going to be treated just like everyone else?鈥 Callie asked. She knew the doctor wasn鈥檛 oblivious to who she was taking care of. A high-profile man like Carlos Torres drew attention wherever he went.
鈥淲e provide treatment solely based on the patient鈥檚 clinical needs...鈥 Teddy promised, 鈥渨ithout moral discrimination.鈥
She stayed by her father鈥檚 side鈥攐nly going home to get cleaned up and sleep. When she wasn鈥檛 tending to him, she was making sure his casinos were running smoothly. She became a frequent customer at the cafeteria, and even the girl at the coffee cart knew how she took her coffee. She didn鈥檛 know if it was love or guilt that made her stay by her father鈥檚 side. She felt guilty that she had deserted the family, all those years ago. And if she didn鈥檛 keep her head down that day, she would have ran into the blonde-haired blue-eyed surgical resident that stood in front of her while she waited for her coffee.
鈥淗ow are the casinos?鈥 Carlos asked one day, when he had the strength.
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about them,鈥 Callie insisted, 鈥淚鈥檝e made sure Alex and George stay on track; you just work on getting better.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e getting involved with our operations?鈥
鈥淵es, it鈥檚 fine, everything is fine.鈥
鈥淵ou know, I always thought it would be you that I鈥檇 leave the casinos to鈥︹
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I wasn鈥檛 cut-out to be a boss,鈥 Callie hung her head in shame.
鈥淒on鈥檛 say that, mija, I鈥檓 so proud of you,鈥 Carlos admitted.
鈥淵ou are?鈥 Callie questioned softly.
鈥淎lways,鈥 Carlos promised. 鈥淢y smart, beautiful, girl.鈥
Callie wiped the tears that trickled down her cheeks and held onto her father鈥檚 hand.
Later that evening, Callie was leaving her father鈥檚 room to go home when she realized the watchman that usually guarded the door was not at his post. She grabbed her phone to call Giovanni and sighed in relief when he told her that he would fire the man for leaving his post and send over another member of his security team immediately.
In the meantime, Callie waited by her father. It was highly unlikely that any harm would come, but she still had an unsettling feeling in her gut鈥攚hich amplified when she heard the door open, and she turned her head in time to see a grey-haired man.
鈥淵ou must be his little girl,鈥 he chuckled.
鈥淲hat do you want?鈥 Callie asked harshly.
鈥淲ell鈥︹ he shrugged his shoulders, his hands in his pockets. 鈥淚鈥檓 here to take him out. I don鈥檛 want to hurt anyone else, but now that you鈥檙e here... I don鈥檛 have much of a choice.鈥
Callie stood from her seat and took a step back. She was scared鈥攊nitially鈥 then anger sparked within her. Suddenly, she wanted to get him before he could get her or her father. She quickly weighed out her options. She was unarmed, and had been for years. She knew he had a gun, she could see the outline in his pants. She glanced around the room and in a matter of seconds she had a plan.
She grabbed the flower vase from the nightstand behind her and threw it across the room. Distraction. He lifted his hands to block the glass from hitting his face, and she rammed her right shoulder into his sternum, pinning him against the wall. Attack. The impact caused a couple of his ribs to break, and the noise of the vase shattering onto the floor caused the nurses to start peering into the window. He was able to strike her cheek with the gun, causing the skin to break, but she didn鈥檛 feel the pain. Her adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she wanted nothing more than to see him dead.
鈥淏itch,鈥 he spat, trying to point the gun at her head, but bone-breaking strength pinned his body against the wall. The Torres heir was stronger than he thought.
Callie groaned and struck her elbow against his windpipe. Once. Twice. Three times. The sound of his cartilage breaking from impact. At this point, he was still alive, but the injury to his neck narrowed his trachea and he struggled to take the faintest breath of air. So Callie stepped back, letting him fall to the floor, and she kicked the gun out of his hand. She glanced back, her father was still asleep. She looked forward, the nurses had called security and they were waiting outside the door. She opened it, stepped outside, and a nurse walked to her side.
鈥淵ou want me to look at that, Miss Torres?鈥 the nurse asked.
鈥淟ook at what?鈥 Callie mindlessly asked, still in shock from the events that took place moments ago.
鈥淵our cheek is bleeding鈥︹
Callie took a seat on a nearby chair, exhausted. She couldn鈥檛 believe it. She won her first fight.
鈥淲hat should we do with him?鈥 one of the security guards asked, wanting to be of assistance but also not wanting to get too involved with the mob.
鈥淟eave him. Someone will be here to clean up shortly,鈥 Callie sighed. It was only now that the blood from her cheek trickled down her neck that she realized she was bleeding. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry for the noise鈥︹ she told the hospital staff, and the few patients that watched the scene unfold, 鈥淏ut nobody saw anything, right?鈥
All watching eyes turned away and went about minding their own business. Except the nurse who had offered to help, she had gone to get a dressing kit and returned to tend to Callie鈥檚 injury.
When Carlos Torres came to consciousness and learned of his daughter鈥檚 doings, that Callie was managing the casinos quite well and taking care of business in his absence, he knew what to do before his inevitable death. With her father鈥檚 ring on her finger, Callie Torres took her place behind the desk in the office she was forbidden to be in at her childhood home.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe she鈥檚 home鈥︹
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe she鈥檚 ours鈥︹
Callie and Arizona cooed at the sleeping infant in the crib.
鈥淲e should go to bed and get some sleep while we can,鈥 Arizona suggested. 鈥淪he鈥檒l be up wanting a feeding before we know it.鈥
鈥淵ou go to sleep before she needs you. I鈥檒l stay up a little longer, just in case she needs anything else...鈥 Callie volunteered.
鈥淲e鈥檙e across the hall, Calliope, she鈥檒l be okay on her own for an hour or two,鈥 Arizona promised.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind,鈥 Callie insisted.
鈥淐ome to bed with me, please?鈥 Arizona pleaded.
鈥淎rizona, I鈥︹
鈥淲hat is it, love?鈥 Arizona asked, placing a soft hand on her wife鈥檚 arm.
鈥淚 think I鈥檓 scared鈥︹
鈥淪he鈥檚 safe here,鈥 Arizona promised.
鈥淲hat if something bad were to happen to her, to us, to our family? I don鈥檛 want her out of my sight. I know you we鈥檝e been safe here but you know my past-鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think it has anything to do with your past, Calliope,鈥 Arizona couldn鈥檛 help but smile. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 called being a mother. We鈥檙e going to worry about her for the next eighteen years, at least. We鈥檒l have eighteen years to worry about her so please, can we go to bed for now?鈥
Callie sighed then nodded her head in agreement. Why live in fear when we can take a chance at being happy? She had chosen happiness these past few years, she took a vow to choose happiness with Arizona. Now she vowed this: if anyone laid a finger on her baby, she would hurt them before they could hurt Sofia.
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