#I know Kim was writing in his diary that night

[unitedstates0fdakota]

What the fuck do you mean you can ask Kim if u can work on his car with him and depending on how much u geeked out about the car beforehand he has varying levels of enthusiasm about the idea

That last one tho like bro is in love. U charmed him so much with ur car knowledge that he’s actually entertaining the idea of letting u near his car. That’s next level dude

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #kimharry #harrykim #whatever the ship name is #I know Kim was writing in his diary that night #a little “KK + HDB” with some hearts and shit #sorry it’s just funny to imagine that 43 year old man with a diary

[littleroaes]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, tbz [ TEASER ]

FULL FIC

Y/n's stale love life gets a catalyst at the start of the autumn semester when two weeks earlier; her younger brother got egged on by his friend to post the box of secret love letters she has collected during 12 years. how does she handle the end of summer and five leaked love letters?

PAIRING ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) fem!reader x lee hyunjae, lee juyeon, ji changmin, kim sunwoo, eric sohn

GENRE, WARNINGS fluff, university!au, humor, to all the boys i loved before!au, 2000s and 2010s au, summer!au, sprinkle of angst, sporty people, nerdy people, parties, friends2lovers, childhood friends, bickering, slice of life, coming of age ( more info in full fic ! )

RELEASE DATE end of may

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT 10 - 17 k

TEASER WORD COUNT : about 500

this will be my fic for the @deoboyznet love letter collective event! ( idk if i should use the dbn tag since it’s just a teaser ) i've wanted to write a "to all the boys..." fic for so long and i'm finally doing it! if someone wants to be tagged for the full fic lmk!

like and reblog are highly encouraged!

THERE'S A THING YOU DO–OR SHE DOES AT LEAST–WHEN SOMETHING'S BEEN OCCUPYING YOUR MIND.

Dad told her once after an argument with a best friend to take a paper and a pen; then, let it out. Fold the paper, lay it in a box, and shelter under your bed. 

It’s inherently the same concept as a diary she suppose. Though, somewhat more effective. 

Nonetheless, from that first letter a series of what one can only describe as an uncontrolled teenage angst ensemble of love letters emerged over the course of twelve years.

...

There are five of them. 

The first one is Lee Jaehyun, a three year older popular student who she had a trivial crush on in middle school (together with everyone else). In all honesty she didn’t know much about him; just that he was cute looking. There’s a sort of emotional torment in recalling her one sided adoration while leaned out the school window to see him play football. Even his name haunts her still in uni as her roommate had a crush on the shining hockey player the entire two semesters.

In short, everyone liked Lee Jaehyun. 

Next is Eric Sohn, her childhood friend, the boy next door, her first love? He has many titles she realize. He lived in an impressive house north from hers, one that hosts many parties every time his parents take the trip to their summer resort. At some point, it felt like he knew every kid in town. Luckily for her; Y/n has never been the jealous type. Despite being each other’s ride or die since ten, Y/n has never confessed the secret ways she looked at him back in the sandbox.  

Third is Sunwoo–just Sunwoo; she never got his last name–from summer camp who she even (jokingly) got married to. Her first summer at thirteen, away from her parents, with kids her age. When recalling it all back, that summer feels as if taken right out of a movie, and she fell head first, three meters deep with the boy. Sunwoo always stood in the center (bad and good…mostly bad tbh). They got paired up for the kayak; it pissed rained and their coordination couldn’t take them ten meters. But she remembers every word he said as butterfly inducing nonetheless. After that, at night they snuck out of their cabin’s to watch the stars. And when that summer too ended, she swore her heart shattered into million pieces.

The fourth is Lee Juyeon, a boy she had never seen before until his cat got pregnant by her own. Scuba Steve (long story) had been gone for some days until another family came up to their door with him. For half a year, it felt like she saw Lee Juyeon everyday. He was just as enchanted by kittens as her (if not more) and they would visit each other just to cuddle with them. Her teenage heart used to rush with the mere presence of him and they together named all the kittens–until they were sold off. Then they eventually stopped seeing each other. Though he still lurks around as a poet’s ghost around campus (source: Eric). 

The last one, Ji Changmin, the son of her mother’s friend. He teached her calculus for a while in high school. To be fully transparent, she didn’t learn much from him that year because all she did was leaning on the kitchen table while adoring him until the rims of his glasses slipped. He always scolded her endearingly when she didn’t listen (which was the majority of the time). Ji Changmin always wore cute polos with neat pants–now when thinking about it, her mother might have approved if they got together. But it’s too late. He went to uni; and simply left her with a newfound thing for glasses (still wearing cute polos in uni). 

And that's all five. She sometimes wonders if it was a mere symptom of youth that resulted in those letters. Since uni–outside a campus crush or two-–that compelling yearning for someone has never come back to her. 

to be continued

© littleroaes, written and all

#deoboyznet #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #the boyz x reader #hyunjae imagines #juyeon imagines #ji changmin imagines #sunwoo imagines #eric sohn imagines #the boyz fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #tbz eric #tbz juyeon #tbz hyunjae #tbz sunwoo #tbz q #tbz changmin #eric sohn #sunwoo #juyeon #hyunjae

[thekimspoblog]

Screw Time, Place, and Consequence

“Literally going ‘Yep… Yep… Yep…’ while he was - y’know - nearing the home stretch”

“He did not!” Jimmy gasped in disbelief, “You’re making this up!”

Kim nodded drunkenly and sprawled out on the bed.

“What can I say, there are some real sickos out there! … What’s this?” Jimmy’s fingers found the small, plastic-bound book on the nightstand.

“It’s nothing!” Kim brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She lowered her voice to an embarrassed mumble, “It’s uh… my diary”

“You really have changed,” he smirked.

“It’s really nothing! No, look… I had to keep a lot of secrets in Florida, and it got too complicated trying to keep them all straight in my head. That’s it! It’s just a log of all the times I told someone what they wanted to hear, what I remember actually thinking at the time, and the places and people I was with on those dates. I just had to write down the truth somewhere, or I was worried I was going to forget- Don’t read it!”

“But we’re married!” Jimmy whined.

“I don’t care. It’s my diary”

The silence was punctuated by the sound of his fingers drumming on the cover.

“... Okay fine!” she relented, “But some of what I say in there is about you. So, use discretion”

“I know I’m going bald. That’s no big secret” Then he turned the page. Whatever it was he found in the book, it elicited a flat “Ah…” from him.

“Well what about you?” she took the diary out of his hands, “What did you do on your respective rumspringa?”

“Oh I sewed my wild oats all over the place!” he said, hoping to make her jealous, “Brunettes, red-heads, Chinese girls, Russian girls. I had a mail-order bride for a while!”

She took another swig of her beer, “So what happened?”

“Rebounding: it never works. I’ve done enough divorce mediation to say that with certainty. But she’s fine! She got her worker’s visa sorted out and I… um… let her go”

She studied Jimmy’s eyes. There was clearly more to that story, but she decided not to press it.

“But I’d like to think I found my own rhythm eventually,” he continued, “I found a therapist”

“Really?! I thought you said prison-group was the first time you tried to talk to someone”

“This was a massage therapist. Korean; she’d walk on my back. But - heh - I guess I did use her like a psychiatrist in a fashion”

“Was she any good?”

“You mean the talking or the walking?”

“Which one did she have a license for?”

“My back? Psh! Yeah! I mean at the time, it certainly felt like it was helping! … But in hindsight she might have just made the problem worse. I…” he was reluctant to admit this next part, “I proposed to her too. Twice”

“Is she still practicing? Let’s say I sprained my ankle - I’d be able to look her up? If I asked her about you, what would she say?”

“Nada. Confidentiality is essential in her line of work”

She took out her phone and started googling. “Wanna bet? Tell me her name. I’ll look her up!”

Now he was reduced to mumbling; “Um… first name: Nu-Song. Last name… KIM”

Kim put down her phone and looked at him. “Jesus Jimmy…”

“What?”

“That’s pathetic! … Come here!”

She sat up, cross-legged on the bed and put his head in her lap.

His eyes became wet as he said, “God I missed this”

“I am sorry,” she replied as she stroked his hair.

“Eh, it’s alright. I think the only way I ever would have gone to therapy was in handcuffs. Que sera”

“I did break your heart, though”

He gave a sharp laugh, as if he could still feel the place in his chest where it hurt, “Yeah! Yeah you did. But don’t flatter yourself. You’re not the first. Besides, after you left… I made my own choices. Bad choices”

“Were they choices? Or were you dragged into it every step of the way? I mean you didn’t want to work for Walter White. He held you at gunpoint. You had to face all that alone. I could have been there. I could have helped”

“Are you kidding me? No! In those days, I went to bed every night not sure what I’d wake up to in the morning. The only way I was able to fall asleep at all was knowing that even if I might die, you were far away from it. And you were safe”

“Safe” Now it was her turn for cynical peals of laughter. She shook her head, “All these wasted years”

“I mean all great love stories have a period of separation, right? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The poet swoons at the thought that - even with an ocean between them - not a day goes by that the lovers don’t think of eachother”

Kim rolled her eyes, “Ugh, it really is tedious, isn’t it? All the pining and the yearning…”

They sucked eachother on the lips. “The yearning and the pining,” he repeated.

Jimmy sat up and looked Kim in the eye. He knew what was weighing on her mind, “Look, we’ll get’er back, okay? It’s a temporary setback. A delay of the inevitable”

She shrugged.

“So what’s with the sad puppy eyes?”

“We get renewed for eight more episodes. And then what? More cartels, more gunfights, more exploding cars. Keep running. New town, same old shit? I think everyone’s sick of it already! I know I am. By the end of Season 1, we end up managing a church? I don’t want that! What are we supposed to do with a church?”

“I don’t know. Personally, I feel pretty at-home in the pulpit”

“I know you do.” Kim replied flatly.

Jimmy’s smile faltered. “So? We’ll find someone to pawn it off on. Most people would be chomping at the bit to be the executor of this estate; they’ll pay handsomely for the privilege. We can take what we need - roughly $70 K - and we’re done. Quiet life; hell, I’ll go back to working at the mall!”

Kim shrugged again.

“Look, can I give you some constructive criticism? With love, of course. You have a problem with flip-flopping: ‘Mesa Verde is my top priority… I’m bored; let’s scam them. Let’s ruin Howard’s reputation…” Jimmy threw his hands in the air for dramatic emphasis, “Oh crap! Howard’s reputation was ruined! What an unforeseen twist of fate! We need to turn ourselves in… On second thought, I want a baby and the correctional system is broken anyway’ And don’t get me wrong! I’m very grateful for that last flip-flop. But do you think indecisiveness might have anything to do with the reason our marriage only lasted four months?”

Kim remained silent.

“All I’m saying is this. I’m your little lamb, okay? Whatever you want to do, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. I am DONE trying to make it on my own. But I’m giving you this challenge: whatever you pick next, I’m going to make you stick with it. So choose carefully”

She fiddled with a loose thread at the corner of the comforter. Then her eyes lit up.

__________________________________

The binder landed on Rita’s desk with a smack.

“Vampires?” The woman in the red robe raised an eyebrow.

@somethin-stupid-67

#mcwexler #fluff and angst #set outside the timeline #sheepdog epilogue #kim x jimmy

[t5u]

----- ⁎⁺˳✧༚ T5U'S MASTERLIST ⁎⁺˳✧༚ -----

keys: [f] fluff , [a] angst note: i mainly write for enha ✿ i dont write nsfw !!

♥︎ HEESEUNG 이희승 [LEE HEESEUNG] 🦌

⌦ [a] autumn hearbreaks. || pairing: ex boyfriend! heeseung x fem!reader ↳ synopsis: where the only person you could ever imagine loving, breaks your heart.

⌦ [f] heart eyes. || pairing: bestfriend! heeseung x fem!reader ↳ sypnosis: in where the both of you have nothing but love in your eyes whenever you looked at each other, and all flaws turn into perfection. but it took you both long enough, so heeseung decides to confess at the perfect time

♥︎ JAY 박종성 [PARK JONGSEONG] 🦅

⌦ [f] winter stargazing, with you. || pairing: boyfriend!jay x fem! reader ↳ sypnosis: late night stargazing with your boyfriend.

♥︎ JAKE 심재윤 [SIM JAEYUN] 🦮

⌦ [f] paper butterflies. || pairing: golden retriever boyfriend! jake x fem!reader ↳ sypnosis: where your boyfriend is adorably in love with you.

♥︎ SUNGHOON 박성훈 [PARK SUNGHOON] 🐧

⌦ [f] to the moon, never back. || pairing: boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader ↳ sypnosis: another night under the moonlight, with your one and only lover.

♥︎ SUNOO 김선우 [KIM SUNOO] 🦊

⌦ [f] love letters. || pairing: long time crush!sunoo x fem!reader ↳ sypnosis: you've liked sunoo for as long as you could remember. you wrote him love letters, bought him snacks almost everyday, all anonymously with no expectations of reciprocation. i mean, he receives pilling love notes everyday, what makes you any special? you weren't popular or the prettiest, or the smartest or anything. it would be shocking if the boy even remembers your name. but it all changes when you decided to write him a love letter you worked on, basically a recap of all the love notes, of all the paragraphs you wrote in your diaries through out the years that were about him. as you slid your love letter into his locker, he was right behind you.

♥︎ JUNGWON 양정원 [YANG JUNGWON] 🐏

⌦ [f] shoelaces. || pairing: class president!jungwon x fem!reader ↳ synopsis: turns out that your class president's feelings were mutual after all.

♥︎ NI-KI 西村力 (にしむら りき) [NISHIMURA RIKI] 🐥

⌦ [f] photobooths. || pairing: bestfriend!riki x fem!reader ↳ synopsis: riki was your one and only bestfriend, you basically went everywhere and did everything together ever since both of your parents met. it was going to be hard to not catch feelings when you spent almost every single hour of everyday with him, so you did. one accident at the amusement park where you two accidentally kissed caused a week of him ghosting you. scared of losing him if you happened to confess your feelings for the boy, you promised yourself not to. until one day when he decided to take you to the same amusement park after school. little did you know, it was where it all began for riki.

© t5u ♡(♡)

#enhypen #enha #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #enhypen angst #enha angst #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enhypen imagines

[tommiematthews]

HIKING

22/11/22

I have been offline, off the grid and away from technology, I travelled back in time and I am unsure whether or not I liked it. What I do like, is that I am sitting down in front of you, boiling with material to shoot into you… the diary that is. although I may spray my seed of black inked memories onto these blank pages of innocence, I will never be able to incapsulate the memories we made this weekend… and I am happy for it. As I sit back in my cocoon of technological devices, I cannot help but fall back into the habits of scrolling. The trend at the moment, anyone with a phone doing small skits and becoming small social media stars. I don’t know if it’s because I believe it or I am jealous, but I feel like I could make way funnier content than most of these accounts. Although looking through them, after a weekend of nature and friends, it is evident that no matter my bullshit pipe dreams of social media potential talent, I don’t want to exist in that form. That is, I only want to exist, in my physical form, physical actions with small echoes of a picture on a polaroid in someone’s room or a poem or letter that I may have written to someone. To live online is to live in an image where you are waiting for a reply, I have written this phrase before “I want my life to be like a film, with staged dialogue and an expected reply, I want my life to be in full frame, with a soundtrack that will bring the world to tears”. I cannot be in full frame on social media, I can only be a selfie, a selfie in the sense of self-motivated for selfish actions and my self happiness will be decided by not myself, but everyone else, or in fact, no one else. So, I intend like every diary entry, to be better in the technological sense, be removed from this online world, the future and the growing fads, be real.

I have some good news, I have time to write, so I intend to try and be more descriptive in this next part, rather than metaphorical and elusive.

On Friday, we headed down to Wilson’s Prom for a 3 days hike, or around 45km of hills, valleys, beach and shrub terrain. When I say we, there were 7 of us, Harrison, who is brother to my partner, he is 6’7 and seems unphased by everything, he also has the smallest pack, because he is most likely the smartest. His strides travel further than double ours, higher than the biggest fallen trunk and his head clears the way of any cobwebs as he travels down the trails. His brother and brother to my partner is also present, his name is Jack and he is the only one wearing pants. Jack is the sort of guy that you need to have around for the logical moments, his laugh is big and infectious when bellowed, he is the group photographer and no one is happy about it with 20kg packs squeezing on their mid drift. His partner Kim is present with us, her flesh light water bottle and small stature, she looks like its her first day of school with her giant pack on. Kim is a bit like a kid sometimes, always being silly, saying funny things and never scared to make a fool of herself. Kim makes me feel normal, because most of the time I am the silly one, feels good not to be alone in the mayhem. Kim also is a bit like a kid sometimes because she will go from silliness to deep serious conversations, she is no fool and looks for connection in everything. Alex is here also, she is wearing hiking socks and a chipper attitude which never seems to leave her, she has cooked fresh pesto for dinner on the first night in typical A Mac fashion. Her partner Spike is carrying the world on his shoulders, I say the world, I mean our world, at least our world for the next three days. He is the leader of this expedition and we are all happy to follow his glowing calves. My partner Monique is present, but barely, a week after covid, a few weeks of relentless uni and 170weeks of putting up with me, she is here. Monique is a work horse, strong in will and quiet in complaining, I fear if her covid is hindering her, she will not speak of it. Finally, theres me, never hiked, never overnight, never two nights and never understanding what we are about to experience. But I am an athlete and I will push on. Our first hike lasted around 4 hours, we arrived at ‘roaring meg’ only to find the only thing that was roaring were my bowls. Luckily the drop toilet was clean, but there was no clean water to fill up our bottles, we set up our tents only to find the one we borrowed was the size of two large snails fucking. What made it worse was the 4kg air mattress that I thought would be a good idea to bring, was as flat a smoker that forgot to bring a lighter on this 3-day hike. Relax, I found it, sitting by the stream and cooking around a small flame really gives you the belief that we don’t need all the shit we got… but its fucking nice. The sleep was poor but Jacks’ coffee was good, we had an 8-hour hike today to refuge cove, aptly named after such a trek. About halfway up a hill, Monique couldn’t breathe from getting over covid, so I naturally put a hand on a shoulder, hander her a puffer and then lit a cigarette. I wanted to smoke this trip, more than I usually do, in order to channel my hero, Jim Harrison. I thought maybe if I chain smoke tobacco, sip on whiskey and smoke the odd joint, I would conjure a writing voice that would emulate my spirit. Turns out the only thing I got from trying to be like Jim was a struggle to breath and judgment from my fellow hikers. But I also got a connection, to Jim, to nature and to my friends, he was really right about the beauty of nature, of walking in it and the realisation that cities are the cess pool of the ways we shouldn’t live. I planned to write more, but when we got to the 2nd last stop of our hike to refuge cove, we chose refuge instead at a place called Waterloo, the only thing I wrote was “and we played games around the campfire, while the trees rocked like a mother rock its baby monkey, gently swaying from tree to tree, while the creek gently pushed itself over the humbled rocks, we are laughing and nothing is better”. I planned to be Jim Harrison, I have written shit and I have written literally, both things I hate, Jim would hate me too, but he would know that I am writing and he would love me for that. After swimming in the ocean, we stuck toes in the white sand, if it wasn’t for the 11degree water, you would have thought we were in Fiji. But we weren’t, we were in Australia and more than that, we were in the world, the land, as it should be. We walked back the next day, sore, but giddy, arriving at the top carpark, expecting a marching band and the mayor with a key to the state. Instead, were met with the wind and rain that we had only just beat, as we drove away, swearing for longer trips in the future, it was clear a monumental memory had been made. No matter what, I will look back at my life, these people will always hold a memory, as moment and a bond of the small thing we did together. The beers and food acted like cement to solidify the memories that were just made, and I smoked a final cigarette for Jim, for helping me do this sort of thing and to be in nature, I’m looking forward to the next trip.

#dailyblog #Tommiesblog #Tommiesdiary

[forceofcalm]

This morning I read two short stories and made a Tumblr account.

Did the short stories influence my decision to make a Tumblr? Absolutely. Let me talk about them.

So, I've been on this binge with reading and writing. I'm at the point where I'll read anything. Nothing is sacred — if it has words on it, I will read it (with the only exception being... tweets? and sometimes YouTube comments because I am not perfect and love niche subculture drama).

I've been bouncing between reading fanfiction (easy, filterable, usually soothing in the way watching something like Vampire Diaries or Grey's Anatomy while you cook dinner is) and actual published works (can be really rewarding, great to steal from, paper smells good) but as for what kinds of published works I'm reading has shifted this past week.

Okay, yeah. I got a subscription to NYT to read food writing. I finally know why there's a big text blurb on every online recipe page now: these people are trying to be food writers. I'm still not going to read it because I only care about the recipe most of the time, but that's not the case with Eric Kim.

I found out about his writing via a food-themed fanfiction I was reading — did I mention I love it when people put that much soul into their fanworks? anyway — and he is the kind of writer who just has a very consistent, inviting tone. Absolutely perfect for food writing, great to learn from in general. You can pick any piece of his and see precisely what I mean within the first few sentences.

I needed to have all of that preamble because I think it's crucial for me to recognize at this point in writing, I'm still very new. I've taken English classes before, sure. I took advanced English classes in high school and college, sure, but they were always a means to an end: I only really cared enough to get good grades so I could escape my dysfunctional family.

Reading and writing because I want to is cathartic; it's forgiving, in a way. More than anything, it's a gift. As a kid I read to escape — now I read to expand. I want to read everything.

Did I say we were going to talk about short stories before? We're here now. Finally.

Last night I binged queenlua's blog posts after some rabbit hole I fell into on AO3. They have a post on some short stories they found worth reading, and I decided to read two of them this morning, specifically "Ponies" by Kij Johnson and "Paper Menagerie" by Ken Liu (fair warning: this is impossible to get through without an adblocker).

The imagery in "Ponies" was spectacular. Johnson balances having Lisa Frank visuals in the mixture of unsettling details while avoiding coming off like something out of Happy Tree Friends. Did it shake me to my core? Do I feel like a new person after reading it? Not particularly. But I didn't dislike it.

I couldn't help but think of this My Little Pony PC game I used to play as a kid that I could never figure out. You had a pony you customized and raised, and you needed to make it like you enough to listen to you so you could train it to jump over fences and take it with you in town to meet all the other ponies. I never got that far because I was obsessed with giving my pony everything you weren't supposed to: pizza, lollipops, cupcakes... My pony constantly had a tummy ache, perhaps understandably. My pony never learned how to jump over the fences. We never got to go into the cute little town together, and I never progressed past the beginning of the game, but boy did we eat a lot of Pony Pizza.

There's probably some life lesson or metaphor there, right? Right?

Anyway, the overall message of "Ponies" was so incredibly on-the-nose that I'm left wondering if I was missing something — is it a parody, satire, or is it meant to be taken at face value? It was intriguing in the way that I'm immersed while reading but completely forget most of it after I close the tab. It was a short read, and I think I got something out of it, even if it was just remembering all the ponies I used to mercilessly feed pizza.

"Paper Menagerie" did strike me in a way that "Ponies" did not. I cried. I cried even though I knew what was going to happen. Maybe it's just the mixed kid in me, but I thought about my father and his relationship with his mother. He never liked to talk about it, but I imagine it looked a lot like "Paper Menagerie." Even without that personal note, I think this story has some really powerful passages. I would quote my favorites here, but I don't want to spoil anything.

I want to read more short stories. I want to read more poetry. I am currently reading more plays! There is so much I feel like I'm catching up on since I got into this craft "late" — I'm trying not to stress about it and do what I can.

#writing about reading #calm post

[smoochkooks]

—chapter one: the beginning of an end

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.4k words

summary: loving jeon jungkook is, above all, the beginning of an end.

previous || next

You’re positive your favourite sound in the whole world is the rhythmic, repetitive sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Everyone has a different approach when it comes to coping with stress and anxiety. Some people drink away their unwanted emotions, some drown themselves in work, some watch yet another, mediocre Netflix show. But your solution, your little panacea has always been writing.

You’re not the best when it comes to expressing your true feelings. You can struggle with saying ‘I love you’ to your mother and then write a long, affectionate letter for her birthday that makes her eyes turn glossy. You may stutter and tumble on your own words while trying to order coffee and then complete academic essays with ease.  

Whenever you feel like you’re overwhelmed, boiled up with mixed emotions, you do exactly what your school counselor told you many years ago: you let it out. She never mentioned any specifics, simply encouraging you to find your own way. And that’s exactly what you did – you picked it up yourself. First, it was writing a diary. No less than two weeks into it, you got bored. Turns out describing in detail every single mundane day of your life was never your forté. You threw away your old notebook, bought a new one and decided to write there whenever you felt like you really wanted to, not out of obligation.  

And you continue to do so, these days you opt for a use of modern technology often. You open your laptop and pour your feelings onto a digital sheet of paper. It’s cathartic, in a way. Getting rid of what you feel like is weighing you down.  

Jungkook however, your dearest best friend, has always been on the other side of the spectrum. Loud, obnoxious, a life and soul of the party who happened to miraculously befriend the most quiet introvert in class. Sometimes you still wonder how your friendship has managed to survive almost twenty years. You’re two polar opposites. Fire and water. Storm and chilly breeze. A confession screamed in the middle of the night and handwritten love letter.  

You’re a dichotomy. Made of the same atoms, pulling in and pulling away. And if the phrase ‘opposites attract’ held any significance, maybe you would’ve ended up together. But in your case, it’s yet another platitude. Something that seems to work out only in books and movies. Because, if that was true, he would never fell in love with a female version of him, just graced with a sprinkle of pure sweetenes Jungkook sometimes lacks.

Soojin is everything you will never be. Polite, outgoing, sociable and so likeable you hate yourself for despising her. Truthfully, there’s nothing bad you could say about her. No wonder he’s fallen head over heels for her, not you.

What’s there to love about you, if you willing chose to pin for a boy that’s so out of your league? It’s actually hilarious to even dream about him returning your feelings.

You stare at the screen with half-lidded eyes. The clock reads quarter past midnight, letters start to blur into nothingness. Yet another chapter of your miserable life is completed as you save the document and slam your laptop shut. You don’t bother to shower or take off your clothes. Sleepiness hits you right when you close your eyes.  

You dream of wedding halls and never spoken love confessions.

You read once on Twitter that being an adult means checking your e-mail as a part of your morning social media routine and since then, you haven’t quite related to anything more in your life.  

At the very top of your inbox there’s yet another e-mail from your Creative Writing proffesor, Kim Namjoon. He’s a very stubborn man, you decide, as you scroll through the contents of his message. He still wants you to consider what he told you a few days ago after class, it seems.  

“Miss ___? Can I talk to you for a second?” 

“Sure.” you replied and awkwardly walked up to his podium.  

You might have been madly (and miserablely) in love with your best friend, but Kim Namjoon has never failed to make you feel like a silly teenager with a crush on her older teacher. To say Kim Namjoon was intimidating was an misunderstanding. His presence was thoroughly electrifying. You remembered a very disappointed sigh the girl sitting next you let out when she noticed a ring on his right hand. You couldn’t judge her. His wife had scored probably the finest man on this damn planet.  

“I read your latest assignment and I must say, your novelette was outstanding as always. Dare I say the best among others,” Namjoon said. You bowed your head in acknowledgement, praying he wouldn’t notice your rose-colored cheeks. “Regarding that, I actually have a proposition for you.”  

At that, your eyes widened. “What kind of proposition, sir?” you asked.  

He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to you. It was a flyer, you realised, and read it through quickly. VARIETÉ Publishing was organising an annual contest for young poets, which you had heard about before. Your English Literature proffesor mentioned it during her lecture a week ago. However, poetry had never been your strong suit. As much as you enjoyed reading it, you weren’t really fond of creating your own poems. So why did Kim Namjoon decide to tell you about this all of a sudden?

“I know what you might be thinking right now, but I’m not actually encouraging you to take part in this competition,” As he smiled, two dimples appeared on each side of his mouth. “Do you know anything about VARIETÉ Publishing?”  

Slightly confused, you gave him a nod. “It’s one if the biggest publishing companies in the country.” 

“That’s very much true,” Namjoon agreed. “VARIETÉ's vice-chairman, Lee Jongi, is actually my old friend. We used to study together here, at this university. When I chose a teaching career, he got a job in a foreign publishing company, climbed up the ladder until the very top and now he’s vice-chairman and I’m a simple college professor,” He chuckled. You were too stunned to form a coherent response let alone laugh along with him. Lee Jongi and Kim Namjoon being buddies? It was a small world, after all. “Jongi has always been very fond of young, aspiring writers. When I discover a student with huge potential, I send him their works. If he finds them interesting enough, he might even take a risk and propose a publishing deal. This doesn’t happen quite often, but I want you to know that you have a pretty big chance to impress him.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed because holy fucking shit, did he just say he can help you publish your first book?  

“I don’t know what to say, sir. I’m shocked.” you responded truthfully. You had heard people complimenting your skills before but this was extraordinary. “Let me just process all of this: you know personally VARIETÉ'S vice-chairman and you want to show him my works?” Even said out loud, it still sounded surreal to you.  

“Correct. But of course, I won’t do anything without your consent.” Namjoon said. “That novelette you sent me recently was amazing. I’d love to show it to Lee Jongi one day.”

The task was to incorporate a hidden, symbolic message into a story. You decided to use your favorite flowers, magnolias, and its meaning. They represent eternity, because once they bloom they will continue to bloom for a long time. In your story, a girl gave her best friend magnolia's seeds, wishing her love for him to be everlasting. A day later, she received a pack of seeds from the boy as well. She happily planted them in her garden and when they bloomed, she discovered they were yellow tulips. A symbol of love that will never be reciprocated.

“You make people feel things with your words, ___, and that’s a very rare gift,” You heard Namjoon add. “Promise me you’ll consider my proposition.”  

There was thousand thoughts per hour running in your head, but you gave him a curt nod. “I’ll think about it.”  

As you’re staring now at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, you think about the girl whose only dream was to be loved by her best friend. Maybe it’s finally time for you to move on. Bury the past and plant a seed of new life. Because, loving Jeon Jungkook is, above all, the beginning of an end.

With shaky hands, you start writing a response to your proffesor.

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Mr. President

Chapter 14

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Words Count: 1.5k

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You’re home early. Since you so conveniently followed your heart to resign right at that moment. You sigh, looking up at the ceiling where you lay defeated on your bed.

You wonder if you did things right.

But at the same time it kind of feels liberating.

He doesn’t even mention about your gift to him.

You sigh again. You don’t really resent your husband. He did the same thing a hundred other employers would do. He can’t let you off the hook simply because you’re his wife.

Although you guess he could’ve brought you somewhere else and lash out on you where not everyone could witness it.

Without realizing it, you fell into a slumber and only wakes when the dusk has set. You glance at the clock and sits up almost immediately. It’s around the time Jimin would be back and you haven’t prepared dinner yet. Hoping he hasn’t reach home yet, you quickly head downstairs and make your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startle you a little. You turn to see your husband standing at the threshold, looking quite unsure of himself.

You almost want to let out a laugh but holds yourself, although barely. “I made some spaghetti today.”

He takes a step forward hesitantly. You sit yourself in front of him once you laid dinner on the table.

You see him hesitate to eat and despite knowing it’s because of earlier events, you couldn’t help asking. “You.. don’t like spaghetti..?” Just in case.

“You’re not mad.” He states.

You try really hard to stifle a smile and hopefully it works. “I’m not.” You simply say before beginning on your own spaghetti.

“You quit your job.”

You pause for a while before answering. “You’ve always been keen to get rid of me at the company, thought I’ll make it easier.” You joke but Jimin apparently doesn’t seem to understand. You sigh and look at him. “I’m not mad. You did what you have to.”

You see his shoulder visibly relaxes at this. “Took an unfair accusation to get you to quit your job.” He teases back and this time you smile. “I’m.. sorry I yelled.. I should’ve asked before blindly getting mad at you.”

“It’s okay. At least I get to sleep in again now.”

He smiles at that. “And um..”

You look up and for a fleeting second, you think he’s blushing.

“Thanks.. for the gift.” He says quickly.

Your lips break into the biggest smile upon hearing that, heart hammering from his simple words.

He smiles at you too, or basically just the corner of his lips quirking very slightly. But you don’t care.

All is good again.

It feels good to have a lot of time at hand again. You’ve started again on art using the art set Jimin gave you. And you’ve since been working on your small portrait. You smile at Jimin’s face that you’ve drawn so far. You try your hardest to enunciate all of his beautiful features. And it’s the best pose of him that you like, him smiling. His blinding smile that could literally light up the whole world.

You’re careful to cover the painting in canvas whenever you’re away because you can’t risk Jimin finding out.

And you don’t know how but your mind is suddenly reminded of your personal diary, a book where you religiously writes your day which nowadays is mostly filled with Jimin.

Glancing at the clock, you head upstairs to change clothes. Once you’re done, you head down to find your personal bodyguard that your husband informed you before, Taeseok.

“Hey um-“ you begin as soon as you see him. He staggers to his feet quickly, perhaps surprised to see you. You feel kind of weird too to finally be communicating with him.

“Hi.” You say again awkwardly. He nods his head in equal awkwardness. “Um- I need to head to the office to pick up some stuff.”

He nods. “I’ll bring the car around.” He says simply.

It’s a very innocent and seemingly harmless act. You deciding to pay a visit to the company where you once work to pick up some stuff. You even try to have a small conversation with your bodyguard on your way to the company.

Except that it is all a mistake.

Stepping out of the car, a woman walks past you, making you stop in your tracks. You stare as she walks past and enters the company.

That model figure and long black hair.

You feel like your world is collapsing. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and your head is spinning. Everything around you seems to spin and you stumble and would’ve face planted on the ground if Taeseok didn’t step in and holds you firm.

“You alright, Mrs. Park?”

You scoff. Mrs. Park. Not like it means anything other than just you as one of his property. You manage to stand again with the help of your bodyguard. Eyes staring blankly at the building entrance. All thoughts or will to enter and retrieve your things are gone.

Trying hard to ignore the physical pain in your chest, you turn to look at Taeseok and finds him staring at the entrance as well. His gaze turns to you then and you could see the look of sympathy in his eyes. That seems to set off something in you as your tears flow immediately.

Taeseok sees this and quickly swallows. “Would you like me to take you home, Mrs. Park?” He offers kindly.

You can only nod meekly.

You’ve burnt yourself once and cut yourself twice now as you’re preparing meals in the kitchen because you’ve been zoning out too much.

Your heart hurts too much.

But at the same time you also feel like laughing hysterically, laughing at yourself who seems so pathetic right now.

You thought everything is going well between the both of you. You thought you’ve made progress with your husband.

Took you few months to slowly crack his shell only for him to break any hope you have within seconds. Only for you to realize he has a million other shells around him and that you’ve barely scratched his first.

For the hundredth time now, you went to the kitchen sink and wash your face to clear off any evidence of you crying. You don’t need your husband to see and snide you about this. Wiping your face dry, you draw a breath and start cooking properly.

You sense his presence before you hear him. His footsteps can be really silent, you think. Your thinking is right that Jimin’s behind you when you whiff the smell of his vanilla-tinged cologne, perhaps your most favourite smell in the world and you quickly brace yourself.

You’re cutting onions on the chopping board when arms snake around you, making you jump and you almost cut yourself again if not for Jimin’s right hand that holds your wrist firmly.

“Careful.” He whispers.

How could you not when every ounce of him screams danger?

Your lung drops when Jimin slumps forward and rests his head on your shoulder, his free hand on the edge of the counter in front of you, practically caging you from behind.

Your whole body freezes. You’ve never been this hyper aware of every nerves coursing through your vein.

“J-Jimin what are you-“

“Ssh, just stay like this. Let me just stay like this for 5 minutes.” He murmurs against your shoulder.

Your body remains stiff as seconds tick by. “Relax.. I’m not going to harm you.”

Something in his tone makes the hairs raise against your skin.

“You’re very jumpy.” You hear him sigh.

You swallow thickly. “T-tough day?” You immediately regret asking because your own voice betrays you but he doesn’t seem to sense it.

He only grunts and you wait but he doesn’t say anything so you come to accept the fact that it’s his way of responding.

The time continues to stretch yet your whole body doesn’t relax at all. Because your mind is all sorts of chaos, your heart is everything unsettled.

If it was five hours ago, before you went to the company and saw Clara Kim walking in, you’d probably stay still and lend your shoulder for as long as he wants. But you feel your own heart breaking, little by little as each second you let him leaning on you ticks by.

“Jimin please don’t do this..”

“Do what?” He mumbles, still not lifting his head.

‘You- you’re always cold to me.. so cold and distant.. you’re somewhere I can’t reach and suddenly you’re doing this-“

He lifts his head as you seem to have taken his attention fully. You brave yourself to turn your body to face him and sees him staring back at you, eyes blown.

“Why?” He says harshly and you can’t help but flinch. “You’re my wife. And don’t forget that I own you.” Don’t forget that you’re nothing.

Your eyes start to sting. Tears threatening to cloud your vision but you quickly blink them away. “No- no I can’t do this.. I know it’s just temporary but I- I can’t.. not when I’m sharing you with someone else-“

“Share?” His voice raises. “Who the fuck do you think I’m-“

“Clara Kim.” The name is out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I know about her.” You say quietly.

And Jimin’s expression turns furious instantly. You’ve never seen him so mad. “That’s none of your fucking business. And you know nothing.” He snarls and storms away.

He didn’t come to bed that night.

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The Strange Case of Kim Taehyung and V 💀💖💦

Chapter nine >

Genre: Horror!Au, Historical!Au, Yandere!Au, Angst, Romance, Smut, Death themes, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words: 4367

Summary: Seoul, South Korea. During a night a man deliberately tramples a child, not caring about her cries. Chased by a passerby, the demonic V agrees to compensate her with money: but the cheque he produces has the signature of the distinguished Taehyung, a doctor esteemed by many. It is the beginning of Taehyung’s fall into a vortex of oddities: he isolates himself, seems tormented by violent anguish, and above all provides V - who inspires instinctive horror, and who is accused of disgusting crimes - not only money, but also protection in his home. What dark covenant can unite such different personalities?

(Plot inspirated by “The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson with some differents. But i wanna give him credits to write this wonderful book. I really love this story and it’s one of my favorite book. Hope to honor this wonderful writer)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Jungkook... come here to Sinchon... please... I need you... help me..."

"Y/N! What happened to you? Tell me where you are that I run to you right away!!" Jungkook’s voice seemed to be worried about me crying desperately. Usually I never showed my suffering to others, even with whom I was dearest in the world. But now? I needed someone, I didn’t want to be alone...

"Jung... kook. I’m... I’m... at Sinchon... he... he..." I couldn’t talk. The hiccups and lumps in my throat kept me from saying anything...

"Shhh. Calm down. Take a deep breath. If you can’t talk, send me a message with the address and I’ll be right with you. Don’t be afraid!" And when I said that, he finished the call waiting for the message with the address of the house of V...of that horrible monster. How could he do such an inhuman thing to me? Why was he so cruel? From the words with which he described me in his diary, he seemed to love me. But it doesn’t seem like a healthy and normal love, but more like a psychopathic and obsessive love. Such a person had also killed for me... He is the definition of "dangerous man". A rogue like that who for years had stalked me apparently... Tae knew about this? Did you already know of its existence when you still did not know it around? There was a reason if suddenly appeared out of nowhere...

I was completely lost in my thoughts that I did not notice the steps that were fast approaching me, until Jungkook appeared from the door of V’s room.

"Y/N!" he said as he rushed to my side to lock me up in a comfort embrace. Feeling such a gentle and reassuring touch, I burst into tears again. I felt his hand leaning on my neck to get close to his chest and he starts caressing me.

"Hey. Now I’m here to protect you... Try to calm down and take a breath. when you will feel ok, tell me what happened, okay?" He asked me with a sweet voice. I returned his embrace. I needed to feel the warmth of a friendly person and even though I had known him for a short time, I realized that he was a good person I could trust. His grip comforted me and after a few minutes he began to tell him what had happened and what I had found.

"Jungkook... I didn’t tell you where I was going because I thought I was strong and brave even though I knew the danger could be that man... This is his house..." he made me detach from his grip and he began to stare directly into my eyes "His house? You mean..."

"Yes. This is V’s house" His eyes opened cause of surprise "Y/N! it was something irresponsible to come here alone. You know how much danger he’s, and if you still comes in here alone, thinking you're gonna be a hero. If you had asked me to come with you, I would have gladly accompanied you. But what’s on your mind?"

"I know... sorry. You were right" I lowered my head for shame. His words were all correct. If he only came with me, this probably wouldn’t have happened... I wouldn’t have been raped... by that monster...

He took my chin between his thumb and my forefinger and lifted my face to look at it "Hey, don’t worry. I’m here now. Go ahead and tell me what happened to you..."

"When you said at the river that we should start looking for clues to confirm V’s guilt... well... I already knew where to look. Here, in his house surely something would have turned up... I knew where he lived because it was not the first time I met him Do you remember when you told me that a witness kept glimpsing him at night melts in that alley where the accident with the child had happened?" and he nodded at my question "Well, for some nights, I’ve been waiting for a confrontation. Not because he did anything to me, but because he had a weird connection to someone I knew, and I wanted to find out what was underneath that. When I was lucky enough to cross his chimney, he explained to me that he lived here in case I wanted to "visit him", but obviously I never did... until today. I knew he was hiding something. He had to! And so I stupidly came here alone and I started looking around, especially in his room, and I found a checkbook with a few pages ripped half-scorched between the ashes of the chimney and the missing piece of his walking stick..." and I pointed out to him the objects that were still lying on the floor next to that fireplace.

"So... now we know he did it! The missing piece of the stick is here at his house and if it matches the one found at the Han River, the matter is resolved and we can start a manhunt to find V! We will go straight to the bank to block his account so he can no longer run too far away! Then this booklet is similar to the check that he gave to the father of the child as compensation for having hurt her. I recognize it! is definitely his! Y/n you saved the investigation!" he was excited to the news but soon after his expression turned into concern and confusion Jungkook "But that doesn’t explain why you called me crying... What happened after..." I decided that for now I would not tell him about the diary. It was a conversation I had to have before all this with Tae, something was wrong.

"Well... I was analyzing the clues when..." Tears started to form in my eyes again. It was a tremendous experience that would torment me even in my dreams "When I found  V in front of me. I didn’t hear that he came back at home and he saw me wandering around in his room... he..."

"He...? Don’t tell me he did what I’m thinking now..." and I nodded "He raped me, Jungkook. It was awful and he was violent with me. He gave me no pity. He had tied my wrists with his belt and tied to the railing of the bed... He had me under his control and I felt... useless, helpless. I feel so dirty Jungkook!" and I burst into tears again. Tears came down and they had no intention of stopping. Jungkook gently grabbed my wrist and pulled down the craze of my shirt in such a way as to show the skin with the bruise where V had tied me.

"I will kill that bastard as soon as I find him! After this murder, rape is added to his list of crimes!" Then he grabbed my face in his hands "I promise you, Y/n! I’ll find him and make him pay for doing this to you! No woman should suffer such atrocity from any human being. I’m gonna take you home, and we’re gonna start making a sketch of V to put in flyers to track him down. We’re gonna find him, and I swear to God, I’m gonna throw him in jail and throw away the key. No i am gonna to destroy it. All right?" and I nodded at his words. Even though he was so young, he had the maturity to understand the gravity of any situation and to keep a cool head without getting caught up in the emotions."

Jungkook took with him all the objects I had found to help him with the investigation but as soon as he invited me out of that room I asked him the favor to go ahead before me. I had to collect that diary and show it to Taehyung. It was all so confusing and I needed him to clear my head once and for all and tell me who his bastard "friend" V was. I have to convince him to tell the truth. He must know it! But as soon as he started looking for its in the place where I had fallen, I realized that there was no trace of it. Where had it gone? I searched but nothing. Before running away, he had taken it with him? I gave up and I went away from there... I never wanted to go back to this house again

Once Jungkook drove me to my house and he made sure I was safe, he decided to leave to begin the search to arrest V as soon as possible. I decided to take a shower instead, I still felt dirty because of the cruel act that V had done to my body. The water in the shower was warm and I burned on the bruises he had left me not only on my wrists, but also on my hips, on my butt and on my inner thigh. He had been so brutal to me... and I left to abandon myself to one last cry before abandoning the heat of the water. It was supposed to be the last cry, and I needed to start building up some courage. If I had to talk to Tae, I couldn’t have been seen in such poor conditions. Who knows if he knew about this whole thing? About murder and my violence? I know it’s only a matter of time before his connection to V comes out and the police go to question him. Tomorrow I would go talk to him and understand this strange and bizarre matter once and for all. Now I just have to fix my thoughts and control my emotions. After a shower, all I needed was a good night’s sleep to try to forget what happened to me today...

The next morning

I woke up after a terruble night and I even more exhausted than the day before. It was a night of only nightmares. There was always this red-eyed shadow with sharp teeth that tried to drag me away with it, get away from the light to prune me in the darkness... It was probably connected to V. Of course that being had to haunt me even in my dreams.

I sighed. It was better to get dressed and go to Tae as soon as possible. I just hope that he doesn't close himself inside his lab again or I’d have to pull him out of there. The matter was serious and I did not tolerate any kind of attempted isolation on his part. Today everything had to be clear and precise and the truth had to come out.

In fact, I swear half an hour, I was already at Tae’s house. I knocked repeatedly on the door until a Jimin with a worried expression opened "Sorry Jimin for the time, but I have to talk to Taehyung immediately"

"Y/n... thank God you’re here. The master is not in himself. He did not eat anything and remains locked in his laboratory. I was going to come to you to try to convince you to talk to him. Please come in and I’ll take you to him" Tae was worried? He already knew everything...?

Jimin made me sit in the house and he took me to the lab door. "There you go. Since yesterday he’s locked up in there and refuses to talk to any of the staff, including me. Try to make an attempt... I beg you," I nodded to the poor butler. He was so worried about his master that it seemed he was close to a crying crisis "Let me do it Jimin. You go on and do your chores. I’ll update you as soon as we finish talking". Jimin gave me a half smile and walked away.

I took a long breath and knocked on the door of the lab, but everything was quiet. Tae probably thought I was one of the servants. I knocked on "Tae... it’s me... I need to talk to you... please..."

After a few minutes of waiting the door opened slightly and a weak voice came out of that small opening "Y/n... please enter... I just want you here... with me... please... come in and close the door"

I did as he asked and as soon as I found myself inside that dusty laboratory, what put me in great anguish was to see Tae in pitiful and desperate conditions...

You could see that he was not well. His hair was all ruffled and his scrubs all scruffy. His skin was pale, white as a ghost, and he had deep black dark circles. His eyes were red and swollen as if he had been crying for hours and probably so seen that his cheeks were damp because of tears.

"Tae..." I whispered to him. But as soon as he saw me he threw himself on his knees in front of me.

"Y/n... forgive me... forgive me because I have sinned. You did not deserve it... Seokjin did not deserve it... two innocent souls that have been stained by the wickedness of a man. And all because I did not have the strength to control him. Forgive me, it’s my fault!" and he burst into a desperate cry. I knelt before him and squeezed him hard at me. He did not return the hug but I could feel that he was leaning with his face in the recess of my neck and wetting my skin with his tears.

"I don’t deserve you... I don’t deserve anyone. I’m a monster..."

"No Tae... you are not the one. It is the fault of that Kim V who did this to you, who is only hurting us... You had nothing to do with what happened to Jin... what he did to me... I know you did your best, I know your heart is pure and you would never do any of this... you’re innocent, all right? You didn’t do anything..."

"Everyone talks about it and the guilt is killing me. I don’t deserve anyone. I was a fool to believe I could control him, but I failed. And now a person is dead and you... you were raped by that monster... You didn’t deserve it, you didn’t deserve it!"

"Shhhh... calm down. Now they’re looking for him and he won’t give you any more trouble. I was so worried about you, Tae... I came to see you to talk to you about something, but seeing you like this... just makes me understand how you’ve been suffering for a long time. Let me help you... Namjoon and I love you so much... let us give you a hand... Don’t isolate yourself and be alone" and my tears started to come down again "I hate to see you suffer... see the person I love the most who is slowly killing himself. I don’t want to lose you Tae. I... I..." And now every word didn’t come out of me no longer came from my mind, but from my heart and in the end what I kept inside for years came out "I... I love you, Tae. I don’t want to lose you... please".

At my words his whining stopped suddenly and he slowly raised his head to look me right in the eye "Do you... do you love me?"

I nodded. Now I didn’t care if he rejected me or not. I just wanted to be there for him and help him.

"You... love me..." he whispered again and slowly he brought his lips close to mine. He was kissing me sweetly. I could taste his salty tears but I didn’t care. His lips were so soft and warm. I had dreamed for years this moment and finally here we are... despite it was a desperate situation to stop expressing my feelings...

"You love me... and I love you..." he said weakly as he detached himself from my lips "How can you love a monster...? I don’t deserve you. You are magnificent... beautiful... how can you love a monster who couldn’t protect you, my princess, from the evil of the devil... I had to... I had to..." I kissed one more time so he wouldn’t keep talking.

"It’s not your fault. It’s his fault... I love you Tae and I don’t want you to destroy yourself because of him, because of his evil actions... You are...an angel..." He leans his forehead on my

"You are an angel, princess... but I swear to God. I swear by all the love I feel for you that I am done with that man! I will make him disappear forever. You will never hear from him again... I promise you..."

I kept staring at him, "He’s just a murderer! A monster! And I will protect you with everything I have from his intentions! You’ll never hear from V again."

I began to gently caress his cheek "You trusted that man so much... if there should ever be a trial against him... Your name might come up..." he grabbed my hand "There’s a reason I can assure you that it won’t cause any more trouble... I have a proof... and it’s this letter..." he said as he pulled an envelope out of his lab coat pocket.

"My Princess... I want you to have this letter. You decide whether or not to show it to the police. It’s from V and D it’s better to leave it in your hands. Do whatever you want with this. You’ll make the right choice... you’ve always done it... I no longer care about the fate of that man. He only brought tragedy and now he has completely lost my support."

I grabbed the letter and once I opened the envelope, I started reading it.

"I am sorry to have worried you. I was the beneficiary of the kindness of Dr. Kim for a long time. I am sorry I was not able to repay it. I have a safe and reliable system for my escape. You don’t have to worry about me anymore - Kim V"

"So... he left... did he really leave?" the letter had taken a burden off my heart. Maybe now without him in the neighborhood... Tae and I could live together peacefully.

"Yes... you’ll never hear something about  him anymore. I promised... my love..." and he said that kissed me one last time.

"Then I’ll keep it with me for now and in case I conduct some other investigation"

"I trust you. I’ve always trusted all the choices you’ve made so far. Now let’s get off this floor. I start to feel sore in my knees" He took my hand and together we stood up.

"You know, Tae. I should probably go. I have some work to do and... But if you need me, I can always send them back to after" He shook his head "Nono go. I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on... but thank you for coming all this way. That’s one of the many reasons why I’ve always loved you..." I reddened. To think that Tae and I have been feeling the same things for years but we have always been cowards in dealing with our feelings makes me laugh a bit. Better late than never, right?

Now I saw him slightly better now that he had let off steam, but still a frown in his expression still did not convince me that he had told me everything. Maybe we should just forget and move on?

"Ah, Tae. Before I go. I have to ask you something... In his house V kept a diary where he talked that he always hid from us, but he had been watching us for years and that he had finally freed himself? I don’t know what he was talking about or what he meant. But I got really weird when he talked about what happened at the party with Seokjin... but he wasn’t there. Tae, I need to know... have you known about him since we were young?" He suddenly swung and began to stagger, but before he could fall I ran to him to lean on me.

"Hey, Tae... don’t worry," I told him as I sat him in the chair he had in the lab.

"Sorry... these two days have been terrible and I did not take care of myself. I’m practically exhausted ah ah ah. I just need to rest."

"Tae Tae..."

"About your question before... I swear by all the love I have for you that I didn’t know him before. He suddenly appeared in my life like a lightning bolt. I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me, but we both felt that there was something that bound us... as if we were... one person... but now he assures you. Forget his name and there will be no reason to remind you. Understood?"

I nodded as I grabbed his hand. It was so cold. He really needed to rest.

"Tae... I know you want to sleep now, but..."

"But, um..."

"... the terms of the will in case of your disappearance, it was V who threatened you and made you add them"

"Y/n... let’s say... yes..." I knew! That asshole must have threatened him with violence against him or those who love!!

"Tae... you’ve always been in danger. He wanted to kill you from the start!"

"Y/n...." and he lowered his head not to cross my gaze "That’s not the problem. I discovered something more important... something really very important..."

"Tae... "and I put my hand on his forehead. It was very hot. Probably the fever was leading him to total delirium.

"Tae... you’ll tell me at another time. Come with me... I’ll take you to bed in your room. You’ve been a damp room for too long. You need your strength back. Come with me."

I made him stand up and I gave him a hug around my shoulders to help him walk. Slowly we arrived in his room and I put him on his bed and tucked in his sheets. Feeling the softness of his mattress and pillow, Tae fell asleep immediately. Who knows what a bad time V had made him pass. But now I was one less problem. Finally he could rest and live peacefully. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and I left his room.

Jimin was waiting for me in the living room and as soon as he saw me, he ran towards me "So, Y/n? all right with the master?"

"Jimin... everything is fine with Tae. He had some thoughts going through his head but now he has calmed down and I put him to bed. Take care of him, he’s got a fever."

"Trust me. I’ll make him feel better and Dr. Kim who we all know will return!"

"I trust you" but before I could leave, something came to mind, "Jimin sorry... let me ask you a question. Did Tae between today and yesterday receive an envelope delivered by someone other than the postman? Do you know if V came by here to give him something?"

Jimin shook his head "Nothing was delivered except the usual mail. And there were no letters in between but only pamphlets and some bills. No one’s seen him in the last two days."

"I understand, thanks Jimin. I’ll be back soon to visit Tae and see how he’s doing. I know he’s not in good hands" and said that I went home.

It was late afternoon and I decided to light the fireplace. The crackling fire its heat was helping me to reflect on what had happened this morning with Tae. On the one hand I was glad that V had left and that Tae and I had confessed our mutual feelings but on the other hand I was worried... Was it really over? And that letter? Probably you gave it to Tae personally... it must have been that way. It was probably written in Tae’s studio. Better to be cautious and think carefully before acting. So I decided to call a trusted friend, Choi Yeonjun. He will definitely be able to analyze the handwriting. So I picked up the phone and called him.

"Hello, Yeonjun. How are you? I need your help tonight..."

That night

Yeonjun had just arrived at my house in a hurry. I had briefly explained to him what had happened and why I needed his service. He showed up as punctual as ever. He was a very respectable man and took his decisions seriously.

"Is this the letter with the calligraphy to analyze?" he asked me while I handed him the sheet "Yes, this is it. It’s a strange story and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the details, but for now I prefer to leave them out... it’s all quite confused..."

"Don’t worry, I understand your situation. It was all sudden and shocking for you I imagine. Especially with the death of Mr Kim Seokijin..."

A weight to my heart was felt on my chest. Thinking of his death made me angry. How dare V do such a cruel thing to him of his stupid and psycho fantasies?

"... the man who attacked him must be a madman"

"He’s crazy, Yeonjun. The letter I just gave you was written by him. I want the matter to stay with us for now, please. Because above all I still do not know what to do with it... V seems to have disappeared and the letter itself is useless right now. Anyway, I want you to take a look at it. From the writing of people you can understand many things..."

"Exactly. Trust me," he said while analyzing handwriting with the naked eye, "Calligraphy itself is readable, but very bizarre at the same time. See how he tends to lean to the left?" he said as he showed me, "...that’s not a normal way to write."

"You’re right. Is it.... strange?" But immediately after Yeonjun’s gaze he turned to a piece of paper that was on my table. I approached and began to study it "Excuse me if I ask you... but this is from Dr. Kim"?

"Yes why? It was the letter found near the cover of Seokjin. It was no big deal. Jungkook gave it to me when he drove me home yesterday. He just says that Tae would apologize on behalf of Jin for his behavior at a party he set up a long time ago."

"Well... it’s very interesting. There’s a very peculiar resemblance between the two calligraphies. The angle of the pen is a bit different"

"Really?"

"Sure. It’s weird... isn’t it?" Tae told me that he didn’t know V before then, but as soon as they met, he felt a kind of connection, as if they were... a single entity... their writing is similar... or are the words that Tae told me are really true or...

"Please. Don’t divulge what has been discovered. I need to reflect."

"I understand you. I’m leaving, but if I find anything else, you’ll be the first to know," and he left me alone in my thoughts.

"You bastard V! Tae forged a letter to favor V!" Why would you do that? You probably wanted to do him one last favor before he disappeared into the darkness?

I couldn’t think of anything. A terrible headache was starting to throb on my temples. Well, V had left right? It was no longer a problem and so it is useless to ask certain questions now. Better go to rest. If anything ever comes up on V again, it will be the first to intervene to stop it. Tae has suffered more than enough. And having said that, I sat down in my chair while the heat of the fire helped me relax. And that’s how I let myself go into a dreamless sleep.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts horror #bts horror!au #bts horror au #bts yandere #bts yandere!au #bts historical au #bts historical #bts killer #bts detective #bts the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #the strange case of doctor Jekyll and mr. Hyde #jekyll and hyde #bts jekyll and hyde #yandere taehyung #borderline problems #double personality #taehyung #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #tae #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #v #v x reader #v x you #v x y/n #jimin

[7soulstars]

Hey, if you still take requests, can you write No5 with Bucky pretty plz?❤️

I hope you mean no.5 from the prompts darling.Cause I really am always waiting for someone to request smthn from the promps list and I love you for this. So lets goo! 

Sweet Night

Prompt 5. “Look at me. I love you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Sad Bucky , Panic Attacks and Nightmares , Lots and lots of reverse comfort ( if ya’ll not really into that ); FATWS spoilers

Summary: After 7 years Bucky finds himself at your doorstep. (Heavily inspired from the song Sweet Night by V/ Kim Taehyung)

..........

A year after endgame everything seemingly was going back to normal for most of the Earth. The Avengers at least those of them still left were busy with their duties as heroes. Sam took over the title of Captain America. And Steve’s diary lay on the desk of Bucky’s therapist open on his list of amendments. Every single name crossed out.

And a missing page.

Every night his head tossed around on that darned pillow on the floor images of that one door open flashing vividly in his dreams.

“You really gotta get help for that man”, Sam had warned for what seemed like the millionth time as he held a beer to his partner’s cheek. Bucky idly dismissed him as he took a sip of his drink. “I’m serious Buck, having a panic attack every time you even think about going anywhere near her neighbourhood is really not great for you. That also goes for your nightmares.”

Another sigh and he replies “It’s not that easy Sam.....What would you do?”. ���Wrong person to ask Bucky”, Sarah chuckles as she passes by them getting a reply in the form of a scoff from her brother. “I would go confront her and do anything I can to get her back.”

That night wasn’t any different for Bucky as he woke up sweating and panting. His palm flat on the cold hard floor as he supported himself. “I really need a couch”, he grumbled before proceeding to look at the starless bitter sky through the window.

“Remember when I caught you breaking in through my kitchen window with a shivering little kitten in your hand because the door was locked, you were on the run AND you did not want the poor cat to suffer in the rain...?”

He smiled as he remebered your question that he had never answered back. ”How could I forget? You pepper sprayed me in the face right after I got in....”

“Woah you look like someone touched your hair products” “Leave me alone Sam......” “You know you will never know untill you try....” “I know....”

“What did you dream of ?” “You and I on a ship floating in the sky as we looked at the stars in Wakanda.....” “You make me want to come along with you”

“I wish I had let you....” he said as he wiped his eyes full of tears .That was the first time he had a dream and not a nightmare. The only night he had stayed with her.

“Do you think.....” “Think what ?” “That she would have the door open for me this time ?” Sam looked. at his friend for a second before looking back at the sea. “ I do...”

“Bucky. Look at me. I love you. I always have and I always will”

He woke up in a cold sweat as his eyes fell on the picture hung on the wall. “That was the last thing you said to me....”

Running in the middle of the night during winter was probably not the best idea for anyone but for Bucky it was everything in this moment. Especially as he didn’t ever falter before frantically ringing the doorbell of a house all to familiar.

“I knew it was worth it you know.....waiting for you even when you told me not to...”, she had spoken as she lay with her back on Bucky’s, his tears wetting the crook of her neck. 

No further words were exchanged as he held her tighter her hand petting his hair as the both gazed into the Sweet Night and the end of the soldier’s nightmares.

--The End--

Done ! I am so sorry for the huge delay ! I really hope you like this! I have no idea if this has turned out well so please do tell me🥰! I really wish more people would ask from the prompt list. It is really amazing for me to write and think about ! Do not hesitate to send me fic requests and please like, comment and reblog my work if you like it to support me! Please do not plagarise my hardwork! I hope to hear from you more!

~Love, Hri

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[jackiearbs]

things that rwrb characters have said that i will never forget, a thread:

alex claremont-diaz, giving off dumbass™ energy (he has the most on this thread, for obvious reasons) 

- "put them in my room, put them in my room, put them in my room-" 

-  “Jesus Christ, it’s like they can see into your soul. cornbread knows my sins, Henry. cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone.”   

- "do it for the 'gram"

- "leading member of korean pop band bts kim nam-june" 

- "whatever, fine. henry is annoyingly attractive. that’s always been a thing, objectively. it’s fine.”

- "see attached bibliography"

- "i said, you look great, baby!”

- "yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe"

- "awesome, fuckin' love doing things out of spite.”

-”Huge Raging Headache Prince Henry of Who Cares”

-”it is amazing you can sit down to write emails with that gigantic royal stick up your ass.” 

- “who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney.”

-” “Do I go on your side of the cubicle and turn off your Dropkick Murphys Spotify station, no matter how much I want to?” Alex demands. “No, Hunter, I don’t.”

- “for fuck's sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night.”

- “Bake Off makes Chopped look like the fucking Manson tapes.”

- “THEY KNOW. THEY KNOW I HAVE ROBBED THEM OF FIVE-STAR ACCOMMODATIONS TO SIT IN A CAGE IN MY ROOM, AND THE MINUTE I TURN MY BACK THEY ARE GOING TO FEAST ON MY FLESH.”

- “You’re from Boston, Hunter. You really want to talk about all the places bigotry comes from?” (he really hates hunter goddamn) 

-”so, what? you want me to quit politics and go become a princess? that’s not very feminist of you.” 

hrh prince dickhead😎  - "the moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.”

-"“I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.”

-”i will turn this car around.”

- “yes, the cocaine, alex.” 

-”i am a delight!”

-”have i mentioned lately that you’re a demon?” 

- “are you psychoanalyzing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

- "i can't believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

-“the phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.”

-"i just mean to say, you know, Philip is the heir and I'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty five and I've got malaria, whither the spare?”

- “they wanted something less fruity than the truth, but truly, what is gayer than a woman who languishes away in a crumbling mansion wearing her wedding gown every day of her life, for the drama?”

- “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come?”

- “fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth. Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.”

june:  “- that is a clear quartz crystal for good vibes do not @ me.” 

- “He’s just so frail, it’d only take one good push-”

- “ugh! men! no emotional vocabulary. i can’t believe our ancestors survived centuries of wars and plagues and genocide just to wind up with your sorry ass.” 

nora: 

-”sorry, are we not? did i skip ahead again? my bad. hello, would you like to come out to me? im listening. hi.” 

“prince henry is a biscuit. let him sop you up.”  

- “you’ve been, like, Draco Malfoy–level obsessed with Henry for years.”

- “i don’t know, man. I was in my junior year of high school, and I touched a boob. It wasn’t very profound. Nobody’s gonna write an Off-Broadway play about it.”

dahra: 

- “You need to get back to fucking England now, and if anyone sees you leave, I will personally end you. Ask me if I’m afraid of the crown.”

- “both sides need to come out of this looking like your little slap-fight at the wedding was some homoerotic frat bro mishap, okay? So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing.”

-”come on, you backyard-shooting-range motherfuckers,”

ellen (should i say PRESIDENT claremont) 

- “Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit"

-  “I had Planned Parenthood send over all these pamphlets, take one! They sent a bike messenger and everything!”

- ”where? Are you hiding a turkey habitat up your ass, son? Where, in our historically protected house, am I going to put a couple of turkeys until I pardon them tomorrow?”

-“As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

PEZ !!!

- “frolic naked in the hills, frighten the sheep, return to the house for the usual: tea, biscuits, casting ourselves onto the Thighmaster of love to moan about the Claremont-Diaz siblings, which has become tragically one-sided since Henry took it up with you. It used to be all bottles of cognac and shared malaise and ‘When will they notice us’-” 

-”-and now i just ask henry, ‘what is your secret?’ and he says, ‘i insult alex all the time, and that seems to work.’” 

**extra: nicer quotes from alex and henry 

alex heartthrob diaz  - "never tell me the odds"

-"we were not afforded that liberty."

-“I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”

- “On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

- “history, huh? Bet we could make some.”

- “But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable.”

-“Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it.”

- “Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.”

- “I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.”

- “America: He is my choice.”

- “Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart, There's so much of you.”

- the entire list of the things he loves about henry. i would die 

henry: 

-”i’ll be damned but i miss you.” 

- “when you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. and then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?”

- “it sounds like you did your best.”

- “I’ve bloody well had it. I’ve sat about long enough letting you and Gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and I’m finished. I don’t care. You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, Philip. I’m done.”

- “Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?”

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #rw&rb #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #ellen claremont #rwrb shitpost

[marrys-dream-world]

if we’re bound to be something, why not together? (chapter 11)

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Notes:  Double update to cheer up a bit! This chapter turned out much longer than I thought it would be, almost double the size of other chapters. No content warning, just fluff! The song "Blueming" by IU, I think this fits this chapter a lot so if you want a song to listen while you read, it's that! Day 11: Voice Mail/Phone calls. @ladynoirjuly

After their last patrol, Ladybug sent Chat Noir a link through their communicators.

[Download this!!] She sent along with it, eagerly waiting for him. 

[As my lady commands : D] He sent back almost immediately. 

That talk had been a bit of an eye-opener to Marinette. She was getting to know Chat Noir more and more each day and she treasured every bit of information she got, jealousy holding it close to chest, hesitating to write it even in her diary. He was a quiet student during class, he had a friend whose name was definitely not Sallie (ugh), his father was distant, his mother and mother-figure were out of reach. He was lonely. All this information was worrying, just not as much as what she learned that night. At that moment, with him shaking in her arms, she made a decision.

Being there for him just as Ladybug wasn't going to cut it anymore. 

This idea wasn't anything new, she had been playing with it in her mind for a while now. So when she sent him a chat room code through her communicator with other instructions and detransformed, she was fairly confident it would work. Picking up her phone, she smiles as she saw that there was already a message.

CN

My lady!! <3 <3 <3

LB

down, Chaton. :)

CN

I'm just mdlaomqnahsbsk

Is it okay, though? Talking like this?

LB

yeah, i've been testing this app with RR and it's fine, there's no way we'll leak our numbers or anything like that to each other. don't worry ;)

CN

This app is to warn each other about attacks and schedule meetings? Are you going to add RR to the chat?

LB

nah, i'll just make one for the 3 of us. this is one for us to talk and stuff, doesn't need to be about job things.  

The "CN is typing…" kept it's place on the screen for enough time for her to start getting worried. 

CN

You don't need to force yourself for my sake, bug. I don't want to bother you. 

Marinette thought about making a joke. The situation, however, didn't seem right for it. 

LB

you never bother me.

His response came almost immediately.

CN

You never texted me before.

LB

guess i'll have to learn what's the maximum amount of cat memes a person can humanely send per day

CN

Is that a challenge, my lady?

LB

;) ;) ;)

just remember to not blow up my phone, we have class

CN

I'll use my powers for good, don't worry : D

Marinette smiled and put down her phone, fixing up her bag for the next day on the chance (certainty) that she would wake up late the next day. When she picked the phone up again, there was a single text:

LB

Thank you, bug. Good night. 

He was absolutely unstoppable after that. Next morning, as she was brushing her teeth, her cell phone pinged with the telling sound from the app and she smiled as she opened the app on her phone. 

CN

Look, look, we can change each other's names.

LB

good to know

You changed "CN" 's name to "Chat-terbox"

Chat-terbox

You know me so well. Soulmates.

Chat-terbox changed your name to "lady of my heart"

lady of my heart

yeah, i should have seen that coming, that's on me. 

oh yeah, gm

Chat-terbox

Good morning <3 <3 <3

Are you in class already?

Marinette froze in place, eyes snapping to the clock. There was only ten minutes before the class started. She bolted, barely noticing if she had on the right shoes or if her jacket matched her pants. So much for being an aspiring designer. Marinette blurred past the kitchen, taking a croissant and a banana and cramming them into her mouth as she ran. She made it to the classroom in the middle of the roll call, not even stopping by the lockers.

“Thanks for joining us, Marinette.” Ms. Bustier said dryly. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” She answered, out of breath. Sitting down, she took out her tablet and noticed another message making her phone screen glow. 

Chat-terbox

Is everything okay?

lady of my heart

i made it late in class but the teacher let me in hehehe

i think she's used to it *forehead sweatdrop emoji*

Chat-terbox

Hahaha a friend of mine just did the same thing, you two are twins 

lady of my heart

let me guess… Sallie *eyeroll emoji*

Chat-terbox

I mean, yeah, but why the eyeroll???

lady of my heart

you just talk too much about her, don't you think

Chat-terbox

You sound just like Plagg.

lady of my heart

maybe bc we're right

Chat-terbox

Why does that bother you? Jealous? *eyes emoji*

lady of my heart

as if *kicks u*

Chat-terbox

You kick your partner? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for my lady! Jail for my lady for One Thousand Years!

lady of my heart

since my fate is already decided *kicks u again*

Chat-terbox

Nooooooooo

A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Marinette?" Ms. Bustier raised an eyebrow. "Something you want to share with the class?"

"N-no, ma'am." She answered, face heating up. Marinette quietly put her phone away, ignoring Alya's prying eyes. 

She only opened the app again during the break between classes, moving away from a curious Alya to hang by Kim and Alíx. 

Chat-terbox

I'll assume you're actually paying attention to class, which is great. You probably need it to make up all those crazy plans ;)

SM beaten by ninth grade physics 

Hey, boo, did you see this one SM identity theory video making rounds on the internet?

Marinette frowned.

lady of my heart

there's nothing new on the ladyblog

Chat-terbox

Oh, it's not on the Ladyblog, here 

She opened the video as quickly as she could before Ms. Bustier came back, only from the sound to make Kim and Alíx burst out into laughter.

lady of my heart

i opened it in my class I hate u so muuuuuch ughhhhhh

Chat-terbox 

C'mon, boo, it was funny

lady of my heart

>: (

Chat-terbox

: 3

This time, she willingly put her phone away. 

On the next break, she tried to ignore the pinging from her phone. However, curiosity killed the cat(‘s lady).

Chat-terbox

Please don't be mad, my lady, I have written you a lengthy apology to make up for sins

File attachment: apology letter for my beloved.doc

lady of my heart

if it's another rickroll i swear to god i'll END you

Chat-terbox

You can see it's not a video, it's safe to open

Scout's honor

lady of my heart

u were never a scout

Chat-terbox

I could be!!

Please read <3

Sighing deeply, she clicked on the document. He would never shut up if she didn't. It read as:

l would like to offer my sincerest According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible…

She clicked back

Chat-terbox

Did you like it? :3

lady of my heart

…

blocked

Chat-terbox

Boo, noooooooo

After that, Marinette didn’t open the app again no matter how much her phone pinged. She wasn’t mad, not really, just a bit annoyed. Before lunch ended, she would read and answer. But now, she was stuck watching Alya and Nino play Super Penguino and make moon eyes at each other. Adrien wasn’t allowed to join them, as much as he begged his father, and she was feeling pretty bummed about that. She poked around her chicken pasta when she heard her phone playing a familiar song.

kore nani kore nani korenanikorenanikorenanikorenani-

Chat Noir!

"Is everything okay?" Marinette asked as soon as she picked up the phone. Alya and Nino, noticing her worried tone, paused their game to look at her. 

"You picked up!" Chat Noir said, cheery. "I thought you blocked me."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is there actually something wrong? I'll hang up "

"No, wait!" He yelped. "There's nothing wrong, I just wanted to talk. Are you busy?"

Marinette looked over at Nino and Alya, who were still watching her expectantly. She smiles reassuringly and waved them away, furtively signaling to Alya that it was Chat Noir on the phone. Her friend nodded and bumped her shoulder on Nino's. 

"C'mon, babe, let Marinette talk to her 'friend' by herself." Alya said, leering. 

"Why did you say it like that?" Nino asked, confused. Then, his eyes lit up. "Is it Adrien? Tell him I said hi!"

"No!" Marinette shouted, gaining weird stares from the other patrons.

"No, you aren't busy?" Chat Noir asked on the phone.

"No, it's not Adrien, or no, you won't tell him I said hi?" Nino asked. 

"It's another friend." She said hurriedly before focusing on the phone. "I can talk now, not that busy."

"If you're with your friends, it's okay." He said, rather meekly for her chaton.

"I'm just third-wheeling." Marinette said as Alya and Nino began another round of Super Penguins. "Why did you call? Aren't you having lunch now?"

Chat Noir chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm having lunch at home and I'm all alone, so I thought I could give you a call. Is that too much?"

"No, it's fine." She reassured. "Why are you alone? What about your siblings?"

"What siblings?" He asked, genuinely confused. 

"Uh… the siblings I assumed you had for some reason." She said awkwardly, noticing how out there she sounded the more she spoke. 

"Really? You thought I had siblings? Why?"

"Because you're just like an annoying little brother." She said teasingly, a complete lie.

Chat Noir struck her as a mischievous, but supportive older brother. The kind that sneaked you treats after midnight and comforted you after failing a math test. Not like she could tell him that, though. If he was a little brother, it would be to a stressed older sister that he admired a lot and that found him reliable in return. She dreamed about meeting them sometimes and now it seemed that they would truly stay dreams forever. 

"I would like an older brother or sister." He sighed longingly. "The closest I have is my cousin, but he lives in another country."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's better this way, we would kill each other if we lived together. Everyday I would have to check for poison in my breakfast."

"A true sibling dynamic."

"Yep."

"Hey, why aren't you having lunch with your friends then?" With Sallie, she wanted to tease, but held back for fear of sounding, as Tikki said, bitter. 

"My father would rather I have lunch at home." He said vaguely. "My friends did invite me to go with them to a café, but my father didn't like the idea. He only likes one of them, the rest he says are bad influences."

"Let me guess, the one he likes is Sallie?"

"I can hear you rolling your eyes, but yes."

"Well, if you ever get lonely at lunch, you can call me." Marinette said honestly. "I don't mind it."

"Thank you." Chat Noir said softly.

They spent the rest of lunch talking on the phone, even sending pictures of their food to each other (Chat's limp salad made her take a bunch of mental notes to take him some pastries next patrol). On the way to school, as she walked to the classroom, they kept talking. She could hear Chat getting on a vehicle (a bus?) and when he got to school, she was disappointed he had to hang up. After Marinette clicked the end call button, the first thing she noticed when she looked up was Alya's smug face and Nino's confused one. 

"Wow, does my bro have some competition, dude?" Nino said. "You spent the entire break talking."

"What? No, that was just a friend!"

"Yeah, a friend." Alya sing-songed, making her face heat up.

"Yeah." Marinette said firmly. "There's no competition for anything."

"Who's competing?" A sweet voice asked from behind her and she jumped.

"Adrien!" She shouted, scrambling. "N-nothing hehe."

"Dude!" Nino smiled. "How was your lunch?"

Adrien smiled, brightly. "The best I've ever had."

Marinette felt inclined to agree. 

#ladynoirjuly #ladynoirjuly2021 #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml fic #my stuff #miraculous ladybug #if we're bound to be something why not together

[chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay]

// Olympic Fever //

An @mlsecretsanta for @hazellvesque hope you enjoy! (not NSFW just very long)

"And here comes France, the host country!"

Marinette walked forward with the crowd, flag in hand.

Surrounding her were her fellow athletes. Adrien Agreste, a fencer, smiled and waved at the cameras whilst the surfer Luka Couffaine shone a laid back smile.

The rest of the French athletes stared in wonder at the arena surrounding them. They were living their dream, to compete in the Olympics.

Marinette herself was a gymnast. She had trained for this moment since she was five years old. She would practice everyday until she perfected every flip, tumble, jump. Seventeen years later, here she was in the 2024 Summer Olympics.

Many of her old schoolmates were also competing. They attended a school that specialised in sport prodigies and trained them to be the best of the best.

She wasn't surprised how many familiar faces she saw. There was Alix, a skateboarder, Kim did triathlon, Max (dressage and jumping). Nathaniel, badminton, was there too. Sabrina was an archer and Chloé played tennis. Ivan was a wrestler and his girlfriend Myléne did volleyball. Rose and Juleka were both rowers. Even Marinette's old best friend made an appearance, Alya played softball and her boyfriend Nino played squash.

Even Kagami fenced for Japan.

Unfortunately, for Marinette, she didn't leave her old school on the best terms. Nobody hated her but they lost contact with her pretty quickly after school.

And part of that problem was on the Italian gymnastics team.

Lila Rossi was, simply put, a liar. She constantly tried to blindside Marinette. She would whisper little lies about her into people's ears. It wasn't enough for everyone to hate her, but it was enough to put a smidgen of doubt in everyone's mind about Marinette.

But, Marinette got off lucky and she knew that. If Lila tried any harder, her old friends would have hated her.

…..

After the opening ceremony, Marinette joined the other French athletes for the traditional 'First Day Party'.

The old hands showed the first timers all their traditions, and even played a prank on them (as per tradition, they reassured, nothing personal).

Soon, after everyone had at least one drink, a game of M&M Never Have I Ever started.

"Never have I ever… Had a crush on anybody in this room."

A few people groaned and a few others smirked at their friends.

Adrien noticed Marinette eat an MnM, "Who was your crush, Mari?"

The girls who were in their school giggled and she looked at him with a deadpan stare, "Oh he's just a friend."

He frowned and playfully nudged her shoulder, "Hey! That's not fair. I was oblivious!"

The other athletes around the room laughed at the two, before continuing.

The rest of the night was filled with teasing, laughter and good natured fun.

Marinette made a lot of new friends and they almost didn't end the night until there was a loud bang on the door.

She went to open it only to find, you guessed it, Lila.

"Oh," she said, "Hi Lila. What are you doing here?"

Lila smirked, "I'm just here to tell you to keep it down and go to sleep, some of us actually take our sports seriously."

The laughter began to die down as the group heard the girls comments.

Luka stoop up, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with blowing off steam. And we all take our sports very seriously, so I'd appreciate it if you could leave, without insulting us again. You already told us what you wanted."

Lila narrowed her eyes and huffed, "I guess I'll be going then."

One of the other athletes grinned, "Please do."

Lila stomped off, as Marinette closed the door. "What a buzzkill. I'm glad I don't have to compete against her," Angelina, another person in the group, said, "The whole point of the Games is cooperation, not to be totally rude. She could have just asked us to be quieter, she didn't need to insult us."

Marinette only nodded, "You are lucky."

Marinette's old schoolmates were puzzled, they've never seen Lila so rude. What got into her?

…..

Marinette dusted her hands, she was about to start her uneven bar routine.

She grabbed onto the bars and flipped. It wasn't until the middle of her routine, when she slipped, her hands were tremendously sore.

She looked down at them from her place on the floor and found them red and swollen.

…..

Marinette sat in the Doctors office waiting for the results.

She walked in with a clipboard in her hand.

Marinette jumped up, "What happened, doc?"

The doctor raised her hand in an attempt to calm her down.

"We found traces of 'Mucuna pruriens'. It's a kind of legume that causes severe itching and some of the other gymnasts bled after scratching too hard. We found it in the chalk bowl as well. But we're not sure who put it in there."

Marinette's eyes darkened, "I know exactly who."

The doctor sighed, "Because it was in the chalk bowl and several other gymnasts were affected, the event was declared void. Whoever did it, clearly didn't think it through, if they were trying to win."

Marinette rolled her eyes, "She never does."

…..

After the chalk debacle the rest of the gymnastics events were postponed to allow for recovery. Marinette's hands were wrapped to prevent scratching and to prevent spreading out to other areas.

There was a knock on her door.

With a bit of a struggle she opened the door, only to face the bane of her existence.

Lila grinned, "Oh, Marinette, I've been itching to see you."

Marinette slammed the door in her face and walked away.

Unfortunately, she forgot to lock it and Lila waltzed in.

Marinette groaned, "Ugh."

Lila continued, "I'm so lucky that I didn't get that awful itching bug the rest of you have. What did they say it was? Scabies?"

Marinette threw a pillow at her, "You know exactly what it was, Lila. You know I researched this 'Mucuna prurien' thing, you know you could have killed someone with it."

Lila rolled her eyes, "Okay, Miss Ethical, yes I did it. I only came to tell you that even if my plan didn't work last time, next time it will. It always works."

"Oh so even you figure that you can't win a competition without cheating?"

Lila seemed to take offence and walked towards Marinette and stuck her finger in her face, "It's not cheating, if it's an accident. You just remember that, Marinette."

She walked out of the room.

…..

Lila was buzzing, you would be too, if you were asked to attend a very official meeting with all the head honchos on the Olympic Committee. Oh, the schmoozing she could do there!

She pushed open the door of the boardroom, and saw several well dressed men and women sitting around a table with serious looks on their faces.

She almost felt underdressed with the way they looked at her apparel.

"Miss Rossi," The woman at the head of the table began, "You have been summoned to answer for some very serious accusations."

She put on her best smile, "Oh, and what would that be?"

The woman glared at her, "Were you or were you not the person who laced the chalk?"

The smile fell off her face and Lila began her crocodile tears, "Of course I wasn't! I was just lucky that I wasn't affected. It must have been one of the girls after me! Was it Dupain-Cheng who put you up to this? She was always so jealous of me."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Miss Rossi, stop your blubbering at once! Miss Dupain-Cheng had very little to do with this enquiry in the first place, every gymnast was investigated. You just happened to have something against you."

Lila's eyes dried almost immediately, "What?"

"You, Miss Rossi, have a record. Both of your academic falsehoods and your history of bad sportsmanship."

Lila glared at the woman, "I've never lied or been a bad sport in my entire life."

It seemed like almost the whole boardroom groaned.

"So how do you explain all your mysterious injuries that miraculously healed fast enough for competitions."

"Good genes."

"Or your long list of tests that you got A's in after not being in school or attending online class for months on end."

"I had a good tutor and I studied a lot."

"And you also apparently had a lot of airline miles too. Because according to your school, 90% of your truancy is marked as travel."

Lila smirked, "My mother's a diplomat."

"A domestic diplomat. We contacted the Italian embassy for the travel records of your mother from when you were fourteen to eighteen."

"So?"

"So, Lila Rossi, your mother travelled twice and neither of those times did she take you."

Lila was lost for words, how did they find all this out?

"That's just a fraction of your academic record. I'm actually astonished that your school allowed you to graduate," The woman said, sternly, "Please be assured that I will personally contact them about their leniency. They may have a good track record of Olympian Alumni but it is a school and academia should come before sport."

Lila rolled her eyes, "So what, I lied a few times during school, big deal."

One of the men in the boardroom scoffed down a laugh, "Miss Rossi, this is just your academic dishonesty. We haven't even gotten to your sportsmanship."

The woman at the head of the table nodded, "Thank you for reminding me, Lawrence," Lila cursed Lawrence, internally, "You, Miss Rossi, have a history of fellow competitors getting injured or being emotionally compromised before competition. I assume it's how you accumulated so many victories considering your gymnastics ability is nothing to write home about. I'm surprised your country even let you compete. "

Lila shrugged, "Bad luck for them. But that's just correlation. Nothing you said even proves that I did anything wrong last week."

The committee almost burst with laughter, as the woman spoke.

"It might not Miss Rossi, but we have recently come into damning evidence against you. Lawrence, play the video."

They all turned to the screen behind Lila.

Marinette Dupain-Fricken-Cheng appeared.

"Dear Diary, it's weird that I'm doing a video instead of writing but," She held up her wrapped hands, "I obviously can't write right now."

There was a loud knock on the door and she walked up to open it.

"Oh, Marinette, I've been itching to see you."

…..

After all the gymnasts healed the gymnastics events continued. Things have never been better for Marinette! She placed in every single one of her events, she got to make several new friends and best of all;

Lila Rossi was banned from gymnastics competitions and clubs, all over Europe. The only thing better than that was the fact that Lila was being followed by paparazzi from all over and her controversy was distracting unwanted attention away from the rest of the gymnasts. The only articles about the other gymnasts were about victories and fluff pieces.

It was actually a relief to many people that they didn't have to worry about their friends and families being publicised.

Marinette didn't even feel guilty about submitting the video as evidence. According to Lawrence, she was 'morally in the right and a very bright young lady.'

Marinette heard a knock on her door and opened it to see Luka dressed in a lovely suit. He was taking her dancing to celebrate.

"You ready, Ma-Ma-Marinette?"

She smiled, and pulled her door closed, "Of course."

She held his hand and they set off.

.....

@hazellvesque here's your secret santa! I hope you enjoy it!

@mlsecretsanta

#miraculous ladybug #luka x marinette #lukanette #Olympics AU #Secret santa

[saemi-the-writer]

MT EPISODE REWRITING: DARK BLADE

Okay, this one is longer than the previous because I introduce some of my OCs and because the setting is different/takes longer than in canon. For continuity and character’s depvelopment’s sake, there will be more episodes like that, I hope you will enjoy them too. Btw, it’s one of my fav episode of the first season (mainly the akuma, I still find it very fun!)

Dark Blade, Miraculous team version!

(Takes place after Reflekta, early/mid-September)

Ms. Bustier announce to her class that the class rep election will be held in a week; she quickly reminds her students what the class rep role is, and their duties, before asking who would be interested in the job and/or the deputy. Chloé, Rose and Kim raise their hands for the class rep while Sabrina precises she goes for the deputy position. Ms. Bustier writes everything down and tell them they still have a whole week before the election and the bell rings. As the students get out, Alya notices that Marinette looks a bit down -jaded even- and asks her what’s wrong.

“Chloé is going to be class rep no matter what. She’s always been since 6th (first year of middle school) and it won’t change anytime soon.”

“Wait, you really think others want that blonde bully as a class rep?! She certainly doesn’t get my vote; Kim seems a better option even if he’s a bit dumb!”

“Yeah, if Kim maintains his candidacy. But the past two years, each time, all Chloé’s opponents gave up before the election, leaving her the only option. We didn’t have a choice.”

Alya is both shocked and annoyed to learn that, and the two discuss about it more before they split up to go home. They didn’t notice their teacher heard some of it. Once Marinette is home, she rushes to do her homework and finish her secret box, in case an akuma would appear in the evening or night. Tikki is a bit anxious that she writes all her secrets in her diary until she gets trapped in the box (like in canon). Marinette also assured her she wrote the part about her life as Ladybug in Chinese, so only her mom (or family on her mother side) could read it but they were little chance they’d get their hand on the diary or even want to read it. Before going dinnertime, Marinette confides in Tikki that she would have liked running for class rep, but she’s afraid she won’t have the time to do properly. Tikki tells her it will not hurt to try and that it would be a shame to leave the position to Chloé of all people, especially because she thinks that Marinette would be a great CP. Marinette feels a bit flattered but doesn’t change her mind (yet).

At dinnertime, she hears her parents talking about the incoming elections. They’re not really happy with either candidate, but they’d rather have Mr Bourgeois again as the mayor than Mr D’Argencourt. She listens with a distracted ear, choosing not to talk about the class rep elections.

Meanwhile, at the Agreste mansion, Gabriel and Nathalie have a similar conversation. Adrien listens carefully, curious about it since D’Argencourt is his fencing teacher. When Nathalie points out that D’Argencourt is too backward-looking (among other things) for her taste, it amuses Adrien who tells them that, indeed, his teacher has an old-fashioned way of speech and is sometimes too pompous. He imitates D’Argencourt shortly, making the two laugh a bit, then Gabriel reveals him that he had been seriously considering Adrien to change fencing lessons for a while because D’Argencourt tends to speak of politics too much in front of the children, imposing his point of view on them. “I am not paying him to spread his own propaganda.” While Adrien respects his teacher for his skills and enjoys fencing, he admits that he wouldn’t mind having a new -friendlier and more open-minded- teacher. Nathalie takes her tablet so they can show him the options they found.

As the week goes by, both Rose and Kim go to Ms. Bustier to tell her they withdraw their candidacy in turn. The teacher tries to change their mind, but when she realizes the two are really scared and were threatened/blackmailed, she stops. Ms Bustier is very upset, she speaks about it to some of her colleagues and the vice-principal (Damocles) only to hear that they can’t do much about it. The principal eats out of the mayor’s palm hand and so, he lets Chloé do whatever she wants. She goes to some of her students, asking them if they would be interested but they are either not interested at all or don’t want to confront Chloé. Only Adrien, Alya and Marinette answered “I am too busy, I won’t have the time to do it”. Marinette feels kinda sorry for her teacher who seems quite glum because of that, she starts having second thoughts. Tikki gives her a pep talk, then Marinette remembers that compared to Miss Tigri and the two giant snakes, Chloé seems ridiculous, which is why she manages to hold her ground and keep her seat, so she decides to go for it. Ms Bustier and her classmates are thrilled by her decision, whereas Chloé fumes and is already on the war path.

The following events are quite the same as canon then, all Marinette’s classmate congratulates her for her courage and have some requests for her. All of them are already planning to vote for her, Adrien too: he sees that Marinette will take her duty seriously. Then Chloé tries bribing them with albums and autographs of Jagged Stones. While Marinette rushes to the hotel, Sabrina goes to the bakery and uses the geometry book excuse; Sabine hesitates a bit because she doesn’t recognize Sabrina and cannot go and look for the book herself. Then, a young woman Sabrina doesn’t know speaks up:

“I can go and look for it with her, auntie!”

Sabrina is confused and wonders who that girl is, but Sabine, relieved at the sight of her niece, allows them to go. The girl introduce herself as Ryma -Marinette’s cousin- and the two climb to Marinette’s room. Sabrina is bothered by Ryma’s presence; she cannot search the room as she wishes nor talk to Chloé (who is hopping mad since Sabrina hung up on her in panic). However, she notices the diary in the box, and the moment Ryma turns her back on her, she rushes to take it. The two girls jump at the loud snap.

D’Argencourt is still bitter because he lost the elections and takes it out on his students, being harder and more demanding than usual. After showing off his move to Adrien, he makes his speech about his ancestor during his class (like canon). Adrien only listens out of politeness, eager for him to stop so he can go – plus, he (deep down) thinks D’Argencourt is a jerk, just like his ancestor. Gabriel comes to pick him up with his bodyguard, and while Adrien goes to change, Gabriel argues with D’Argencourt. The latter doesn’t take well that Gabriel wants his son to leave his “school”, nor how he cannot counter any argument Gabriel throws at him.

The fencer leaves only to be approached by Nadja Chamack and the sight of André Bourgeois’ picture is too much, he gets akumatized. Nadja and her cameraman are changed into knights, Gabriel and Adrien’s bodyguard see it and they both try to get Adrien to safety. They are changed as Adrien transforms and rushes out as Chat Noir.

Back at the hotel, Marinette feels a bit offended that her classmates (seem to) accept to be bribed; but when she asks them, most of them put it bluntly that they don’t intend on voting for Chloé.

“She will never keep her promises if she becomes class rep, so why should we keep ours?”

Marinette is left speechless, but she cannot blame them for making a false promise to her bully. Her phone rings, and she’s surprised to see it’s her cousin Ryma calling her. She gets more and more confused until Ryma arrives, pulling Sabrina behind her by her wrist.

“That girl was literally caught left-handed!” she tells Marinette, holding out Sabrina’s trapped hand for her to see.

Chloé runs to pull them all asides and is shocked as Ryma grabs her too then terrified by the older girl’s expression. Marinette tries to calm her cousin down, but they are interrupted by the akuma’s arrival. Like in canon, Marinette takes the lead, and they barricade the doors while Chat Noir and Pandora fight the knights outside, then she sneaks away when she can. Pandora is quite irritated as she fights off the knights and takes jabs at Dark Blade whenever she can, to both LB and CN’s surprise and amusement.

When the knights catapult themselves up, Chat Noir is the one who cries out “The flag! They are aiming for the flag!” and the three quickly climb up to prevent them from taking it. Pandora stations herself near the flag, fending them off (some Les Misérables references? Maybe!) while Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm. She gets a little bag full of itching powder and she throws it at Dark Blade after he tries to pull his move on Chat Noir (“Not twice!” yes, a Saint Seiya reference too sorry not sorry), CN uses his cataclysm on the sword and LB can capture the akuma and uses her miraculous healing.

The younger heroes have only a few minutes left, so after a group “pound it”, they leave. Pandora turns to D’Argencourt and offers to help him down the roof, but he is so rude and condescending to her that turns away. “Suit yourself, Messire. Good luck!” D’Argencourt stays stunned and huffs, trying clumsily to go down. A shadow appears behind him and reaches out:

“I think you would have been an amazing ruler, sir.” A smile. “We can help you restore your family’s former greatness, let us help you and together, we will lead the people of Paris to glory.”

D’Argencourt remains silent a moment, then takes the hand in his.

“Welcome among us, Armand D’Argencourt.”

The hands shake firmly.

Marinette sneaks back among her classmates, claiming she had been changed into a knight. Adrien does the same (and no one questions how and when he arrived at the hotel) before Chloé tries to make a scene, calling Marinette a quitter. It doesn’t last as Ryma butts in, still dragging a tearful Sabrina behind her; Marinette frees Sabrina’s hand and expose Chloé (well, she betrays herself but still). When Chloé tries to shift the blame on Sabrina, everyone rolls their eyes “yeah right, we know Sabrina is more your minion than friend.”. Although her victory is obvious, Marinette still makes a nice speech, showing them all that she does deserve to be class rep and gets a round of applause.

The following day, Marinette is officially the class president and Alya her deputy. She sees Ryma at the bakery later, who congratulates her. They both hug and Marinette thanks her again for defending her.

Adrien then joins his new fencing class and meets his new teacher, Laura Fleuret.

AN: Adrien’s new teacher is inspired by a real fencer Laura Flessel ; and if you wonder what Ryma looks like, here’s a reference)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous team au #miraculous ladybug au #episode rewriting #ml episode: Dark Blade #My writing #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #pandora #nathalie sancoeur #alya cesaire #ml class #caline bustier #armand d'argencourt #tom dupain #sabine cheng #gabriel agreste #sabrina raincomprix

[vanaera]

The Heart Holiday | Act 1 | myg

Synopsis: Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing your PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

Characters: Yoongi x Female Reader

AU/ Trope: Office AU (Creatives manager!yoongi x PA!reader), enemies to lovers, fake dating

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy (the triple t(h)reat)

Wordcount: 11, 798

Warnings: Lots of curses from two emotionally-constipated characters (PG-15 Rating)

A/N | This fic is in part with FWL’s Valentine’s project, The Luv Library: Romance. I had this premise about a Valentine’s holiday for a while and finally, I got to use it for this fic.

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             Ten seconds are enough to look at Min Yoongi. Two seconds to look at his unkempt, unprofessional, and stupid fringes that nonsensically cover his already small eyes. Three to look at his stupid, smug smile. Another two for his overly-confident stance—leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table, hands clasping together—as if he’s better and of higher power than anyone else around the room when he’s just a measly representative of the day for the Creatives Team. And the last three seconds—they are enough to look at his mocking eyes, his jeering gaze, and the arrogant quirk of his brow.

               This is the same look he gave to Y/N when he got promoted ahead of her. This is the same look he flashed to Y/N when he berated every word choice in her reports. And, this is the same look in his face when he ruined her presentation which could have been her ticket way out from this hellish job. Smug, arrogant, and proud, Min Yoongi is set to ruin Y/N’s life. And all Y/N could do now is glare at him and hope her eyes could set him on fire so it will be easy for hell to swallow him up and—

               “Y/N?”

               Y/N whips her head to her right, “S-sorry?”

               Nancy Kim clicks her tongue, “Why are you just standing there, glaring at the windows? I told you to distribute the copies among the room.”

               “R-right,” Y/N gulps and rushes forward. She hands the copies of last month’s Travel Loca issues among the representative of each department. Gracie from the Marketing Team sneaks her a small smile, which Y/N returns. However, that smile falls into a frown when she reaches the devil himself.

               “Good morning, Y/N,” Min Yoongi greets, chin rested on his palm. When Y/N doesn’t greet back, Yoongi takes it upon himself to wink at her. With a huff, Y/N slams down the copy on the table in front of him, enough for the glossy, firm cover page to hit his pile of notes and cause some pages to fly off the table.

               “Thank you, Y/N,” Nancy calls out, sighing. She waves away at Y/N and the latter takes it as a cue to sit back on her chair. Nancy leans back in her huge black chair, “Okay, let’s get the ball rolling. Now tell me something I don’t know.”

               Y/N seats herself on the chair by the corner of the room, behind Nancy’s chair, far from the round meeting table. Every team representative starts to report their progress last month and their suggestions for the next, next month’s issue. Meanwhile, Min Yoongi is still busy picking up his notes on the floor. When he’s gathered them back, now in a sloppy stack, he looks from his crouched position and flashes Y/N his middle finger. She flashes back a finger at him, grinning. Y/N looks down at her small pocket notebook.

               “Y/N – 1. Yoongi – 0.”

               So far, this morning is really good.

               Y/N hates Min Yoongi, and this is beyond an understatement. She hates him so much that the word “hate” started to become insufficient to describe her tantamount distaste for that man. Y/N blames his last name for that. “Min” should not be how his last name spelled. It should be M-E-A-N because that man is beyond mean.                

               When Y/N first met Yoongi, she knew there’s something off with him. He stands so arrogantly, so prideful as if he deserved every bit of the floor space of Travel Loca’s Main Office when he just got hired because there’s no other job-seeker that has actually applied. Yoongi looks at other people as if he’s any much greater than them. Lazy eyes, far-off gaze, indifferent façade—he just looks at you as if he’s listening when he’s actually just hearing so he can make some witty comeback. And Yoongi talks like a dictator know-it-all. He corrects every word people say here and there, like “Y/N, are you sure it’s ‘demonstrate,’ not ‘visualize’? We can’t physically see something if there’s nothing to see,” or “Y/N, you shouldn’t say ‘Xerox.’ It should be ‘photocopy.’ Xerox is just a brand, our junior high teacher told us so,” as if every word anyone says but him, will always be wrong. Yoongi talks as if no one but him will always be right and that everything around him does not deserve a bit of his attention unless they prove their worth to him.

               And it frustrates Y/N to no end that no one seems to see his real form but her. Because apparently, Yoongi is “amazing.” Yoongi knows a lot of foreign places, having traveled to Malta, New Zealand, Hawaii, and yaddah yaddah, making his first-hand knowledge essential to the Writing Department. Yoongi has a lot of expertise in various editing apps, and he’s willing to teach the tricks and nicks to it to anybody. Anybody but Y/N. Because behind closed doors, Y/N knows his true face:  Min Yoongi is a thick-skinned, double-faced bitch. That even if his name is on the tip of the tongue of anyone around the office every single morning, his quick promotion as manager of the Creatives Team a never-ending topic starter, Y/N knew the real story. Because Min Yoongi started out as Nancy’s Personal Assistant…just like Y/N.

               Nancy Kim is the best photojournalist in the history of travel magazines. God-tier even, because when Nancy is just an intern in The Traveler’s Foot, she wrote the best articles Y/N has ever read. It didn’t matter if they were about a cliché tourist spot that has been featured over and over again or something bizarre that could make anyone wonder someone in their right mind would actually go there. Nancy is the goddess of travel journaling and Y/N obsessively consumed every article she wrote during her entire senior high and college life. So, to be able to get accepted in a company Nancy built, as Nancy’s personal assistant, is a sweet as fuck dream come true. Y/N didn’t care if she has to go home by 12 A.M. or 1 A.M. as Nancy said PA’s always have to leave the office after their bosses left. Nancy just shows the dedication to work one must have. Y/N didn’t find it tiresome when Nancy has to send her back-and-forth for errands both for work and personal life. She’s learning how to be resourceful while being good at time-management all at the same time. She’s learned a lot from Nancy. So, seeing Min Yoongi be so lax at work after getting hired frayed Y/N’s nerves to no end.

               Yoongi doesn’t keep a tab on Nancy’s schedules just like Y/N does. He says there’s no reason for such rush to keep every event on track because Nancy will just cancel or push forward them anyway. It’s true, Nancy does sometimes mess up the week calendar Y/N arranged for her, but still, not tabbing anything on your work diary is still an evident proof Yoongi slacks of.  He even takes a nap in between work hours for God’s sake. Yoongi also likes to talk behind Nancy’s back: of how inconveniencing, overbearing, and unnecessarily over-the line abuser she is as a boss. He tells this to Y/N day in and day out. Yoongi even mocked Y/N’s work ethic as a “willing subservience to work slavery.” He mercilessly reduced her dedication to work as blind obedience to an authority for the sake of monthly paychecks instead of hard, honest efforts to learn the essential skills in travel journalism.

               And, it’s not a miracle no one finds out about this. Because when Yoongi is indeed caught, he finds one loophole in his and Y/N’s dynamic as co-PA’s for Nancy and implicitly, oh so subtly, turns it around against Y/N. Y/N remembers one time when Nancy berated them two for not inserting her friend Rosa’s son’s first birthday party into the 6 PM slot of one Monday in March. After her long sermon, Yoongi apologized for not encoding it into Nancy’s Schedule Work Sheet. Y/N handles Nancy’s Schedule Work Sheet, not Yoongi. Nancy knows this. So, after her 9-12 shift that same Tuesday, Nancy reminded Y/N of her replaceability in Travel Loca during one of the most tension-filled elevator rides in her life. She went home to her flatmate, Mina, in tears which did not permit her to get an ounce of sleep. Y/N turns up the next day at work, red eyes and red nose close to make Rudolph the reindeer run for his title, only to know from the call logs that Yoongi did not receive Rosa’s call because he was sleeping when Y/N outright told him to take over the phone because she needed a bathroom break.

               Min Yoongi is mean and Y/N has seen the last straw of her respectful tolerance to people ticked off by this insufferable man one cursed Thursday night of September.

               Thursdays are horrible. It is always assured to be the worst day Y/N will have in a week. Either an investor will change their mind about a deal with Travel Loca, or Nancy will lash out at her because of stress from stupid shenanigans of her rebellious teenage daughter—Thursdays always have it out for Y/N. Y/N can already tell this so when Nancy called for her at 10:30 P.M. to give her a run-down of her schedule for the weekends and the upcoming week. It is already an established routine that Nancy will have Y/N over to her office to give a schedule report at any time of the day. It’s just happened this day that Yoongi took a leave and Y/N shouldered every task to be done, easily wearing her out in the afternoon.

               Y/N is close to crying right now because of exhaustion and it does not help that Nancy is wearing a sour face. She does not even look up at Y/N from her laptop when she said, “Tell me this week’s schedule.”

               Y/N pulls up her notebook and traces her pen over her notes, “Tomorrow you have an 11 AM meeting with investors from VanTae Apparels. At 1 PM you will have an online meeting with our overseas partners, JM Restaurant Group. We also have to submit the Kim Yuna special feature by 2 PM and at 3 we have the Travel with RM to interview. And–”

               “Push the Travel with RM to 2. We’re holding the Yuna feature ‘til next week because Jennie is writing as if she’s still in college.” Nancy presses a hand over her forehead and huffs, “The Writing Department has been consecutively disappointing me with boring, generic articles. Are fresh pieces non-existent nowadays?!”

               Y/N looks up, eyes wide, hands sweaty.

               Nancy turns back to her laptop, “What else is on my sched?”

               “Um, O-on Saturday 4 PM, you are invited to your friend’s, Rica’s baby shower, and for 5, you are invited to Jungsoo’s son’s 1st birthday party. Then Sunday 2 PM is Hana’s sister’s daughter’s 1st birthday party. You are also invited to Nick and Ken’s wedding on Friday and–” 

               Nancy clicks her tongue, “Cancel them all. I have no time for these parties and meaningless chit-chats that always have these housewives bragging how great their husbands are or their children’s stupid what-nots.”

              Y/N nods and slashes through her notes, “Okay.”

              “So send them my apologies and give them a $300 gift instead.

              “Okay, ma’am.”

              Nancy turns her swivel chair to face her, “Did you get my daughter the unpublished sequel of The Swallowing?”

               “Yes, ma’am,” Y/N smiles, recalling her last week’s adventure and success. Maybe Nancy’s mood will lighten up if she knew how she accomplished such an impossible task. “I got to grab a copy after weeks of talking with R. Lewis’ manager. Luckily, R. Lewis caught wind that it’s for your daughter. So he agreed to give me the copy. I actually have it right now, let me go back to my table –” 

               “You don’t have to. Suzie changed her mind. She doesn’t like The Swallowing anymore. Return the copy and get her the unpublished sequel instead of Bird and Foe.”

               Y/N’s jaw nearly falls as she stammers, “S-sure, no problem.” Deep inside, Y/N cannot help but think to herself, “Yes, Nancy may be fickle-minded and forgetful of differences in company protocols that intervene with such transactions, but she cannot just disregard my hard work! All the money in my train tickets and brain cells have gone all in the drain for nothing—Okay, calm down, Y/N, this is Nancy. Nancy can help you to write the best articles in no time. This is just training for the real deal—

               “Y/N, did you hear me?”

               “S-sorry, what?”

               “I said, where’s the USB I told you to get from my laptop at our home? I need the files for the JM Restaurant Group.”

               Oh shit. The USB. Y/N told Yoongi to get it since he lived nearer to Nancy’s residence in West Street than her. And since, Yoongi’s on leave, the USB is—!

               “And first thing in the morning, I want you to go to the Writing Department to get some fresh stories. I do not want to personally see them or else I will be able to fire one whole department in a day.”

              At this, Y/N fiddles with her fingers. “Umm, I think I have a story.”

               Nancy quirks her brow.

               Y/N wrings her hands behind her back. “I-it’s not yet polished and I still have more to cover on–”

               “So, you’re already telling me it’s bad before you even pitch a formal proposal –”

               Y/N’s eyes widen and she rushes to Nancy. “No! I-it’s about the Write and Backpack Trip Club. The-they’re a club of unpublished writers, usually late 30s, who met on Facebook and decide to travel together to the countries or places their stories are supposed to take place.” Nancy tilts her head and Y/N picks up her tone. Her hands start to quiver with her voice as she says, “People think—people think it’s hopeless. Like, like, they’re wasting their lives on something so trivial instead of focusing on their jobs. But this club gave them a purpose to still reach for their dreams even when people tell them it’s already too late. And I just,” Y/N wipes a stray tear on her cheek–which she doesn’t know if it’s because of her attachment to the club, Nancy’s new orders, or her frustration at Yoongi for leaving all their responsibilities on her–but she sucks them up and breathes out, “I find it really inspiring to have the courage to seek out your purpose when everything in the world is against you.”

               Nancy stares at her, brows furrowed. Another drop of tear falls from Y/N’s eyes. Nancy fixes her eyes back on her laptop. “The USB, Y/N, I need it now. A.S.A.P., capiche.”

               Wiping her cheeks again, Y/N nods, “Ye-yeah, capiche.”

               Y/N could not remember any time she’s rushed out the office as fast as now. Yoongi’s cell is out of reach and nothing is present in Y/N’s mind but to just run out of the building. She needs to clear her mind. She has to think of a solution. She can’t go back to Nancy empty-handed. Nancy’s already unimpressed of her sloppy work for this day, much more at her uncalled emotional breakdown in her office. She will definitely get fired for sure this time.

               The cold dry wind hits Y/N’s face the moment she pushes past the large glass doors of the Rockfort Building. The night sky has blackened into dark indigo and the establishments that dot the neighboring grounds of the building have blurred into monotonous dim shops. With just their solar lights left on, the rest of the complex looked like a washed-out commercial center. The only thing that stands out has to be the small mango tree just a meter away from her—the center-piece and quite the only humanizing element of the harsh Rockfort Complex.

               Okay, this is great. Y/N always tend to get the best ideas and solutions when she’s standing near this tree. She proved this twice. First, when Nancy demanded her to re-do all their presentations for VanTae Apparel. Y/N managed to slay it by getting inspired by the mangoes and editing the templates to look like nature’s rendition of Van Gogh’s starry night, which happened to be the favorite painting of VanTae’s CEO. And second, when Yoongi messed up Y/N’s schedules for Nancy’s personal events by misnaming each invitation, this mango tree provided her peace to quickly fix everything up before Nancy gets to the office.

               Put your thinking cap on, Y/N. What should you do? Should you rush to Nancy’s house now? Oh no, maybe Yoongi already got the USB. Should you go then to Yoongi’s house? Shit, I don’t know his house address—

               “Here’s $25, sir. Thank you!”

               Y/N freezes. It can’t be.

               Y/N turns to her right only for her eyes to land on a man with a familiar jet black mop of hair, standing about two meters before her, talking with a blue-vested delivery man.

               No. No. No. NO. Min Yoongi cannot just swoop out of nowhere and sound so chirpy like that while I have to stress over a problem that I DID NOT create. I cannot get fired in a company I’ve spent my life on for two years just because of this man’s unreasonable incompetence!

               Fueled by the purest form of aggravation, Y/N stomps ahead and brushes Yoongi’s shoulder, making him turn back to her.

               “Oh, hi, Y/N.”

               “‘Hi?!’ ‘Hi,’ yourself, Min Yoongi!—"

               “Oh my God,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “she’s Adolf Hitler again.”

               “Adolf Hitler?!” Y/N scoffs, “Say it for yourself, Min! You’re Hitler because you’re twisted enough to ruin my career because doing shit in yours is not enough. Where’s Nancy’s USB?!”

               “If you’re going to talk about work again, I gotta leave. If you didn’t know, a ‘leave’ is a leave.” He emphasizes the last syllable as he starts to walk toward the street.

               Letting common sense knock into her, Y/N momentarily disregards her pride and runs after him. When he rounds the corner of a clothing boutique, she slips by his side and places herself in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking him.

               Unlike his usual work attire, Yoongi is clad in a black hoodie and denim ripped jeans, an ensemble that remarkably turned to look horrible in 0.5 seconds just because he’s wearing it. Y/N deduces it’s just Yoongi ruining fashion because he 24/7 looks like an asshole.

               “What, are you just gonna stare at me?”

               Yoongi’s voice brings Y/N back to her purpose. “No, I’m here to tell you, you forgot to do your job—Nancy wants her USB for JM Restaurant Group right now.”

               “Well, I don’t have it, sweetheart. Work hours are already over so practically, I’m in no responsibility to do whatever the fuck Nancy wants,” the man quips back, smiling.

               Y/N cannot help but snap. “Why are you even here in Rockfort, then? You didn’t turn up for work and now you’re just casually strolling in front of our building. You didn’t take home at least a quarter of our tasks and dumped everything on my shoulders like an irresponsible, signature free-loader high school groupmate. And now you think it’s okay to tell me ‘sorry, I don’t have the USB’ when I told you yesterday to bring it today?! I cannot believe what an asshole you can be, Yoongi.”

               Yoongi raises a hand. “Okay, chill, tiger. To answer your question, I am here because my friends and I hung out at a bar near here. Not that you will understand, of course, considering your whole life revolves around work, work, and work. Ooh, and Nancy,” Yoongi grins. “How can I forget you idolize Nancy? Actually no, you worship her.”

               Y/N’s face falls into an indignant scowl, “I do NOT worship Nancy! I respect her. Which you also should do because she employed you, not the other way around. Also, I have friends! Mina is my friend!”

               “Correction, Mina is your only friend at work. And she happened to be your flatmate and college buddy first before you both had luck to also be co-workers. So no, your friendship with Mina is out of the equation.”

               Y/N opens her mouth to tell him Mina cannot be out of the equation when Yoongi beats her, “And second, how could I be a free-loader? A leave is a leave. Our job description did not say we should also take work home. You are the only one who does that because you’re paranoid. So don’t impose your so-called work ethic, that is actually masked obsession, to me because I am a mentally healthy person. I don’t want to have a stick in my ass like you do.”

               Y/N steps closer to Yoongi, making the latter cock a brow at her. “I’m not paranoid, Min. It’s you who is the problem. You don’t take this job seriously. You don’t take on responsibilities like a mature adult. You think you’re so great just because no one told you you suck at something when you were a kid. Well, let me tell you now. You suck at plain human decency, something that should be innate in every people. You’re so high up your ass you think you can just do anything and get away with it and you��”

               “If you’re just going to insult me, can you do that tomorrow? My food is getting cold.”

               Oh no. Nancy’s USB. Y/N closes her eyes and releases a long sigh. She thinks her eyes already did a 360 by the time she managed to fix her composure. She looks up at the man in front of her, currently giving her an amused look. Y/N’s voice cracks as she says, “Yoongi…This is the only time I will ask a favor from you. Please help me with Nancy’s USB. I just want to end this night and go home peacefully without her chewing my head off further more. So please, please, please, can you just help me for once?”

               “Hmm,” Yoongi scratches his chin, “let me think about it first.”

               “Yoongi, please!”

               “Okay, fine,” Yoongi grimaces, “considering you practically begged to me for dear life, I, as a human with pure soul will help you out despite all the shits you said to me—”

               “Just help me out!”

               Yoongi slaps your reaching hands, “Stop, I’m not yet done with my speech. Anyway, considering this as a favor, not a request, I expect a return of favor, too.”

               “Sure, fine, anything!”

               “Okay, I think I may or may not have slipped in Nancy’s USB in my bag,” Yoongi breathes out as he reaches for his black satchel. “Oh yeah, I totally have it,” he says, flashing the orange 32 GB USB in front of you.  

               What the fuck. All this time-!

               “Why didn’t you tell me you already have the USB?!”

               Yoongi nearly guffaws, “Didn’t I tell you a “leave” is a leave? Wait, oh my god, you should see yourself, sweetheart. You’re about to pop a vein.”

               “Min Yoongi, I fucking hate you!” Y/N snatches the USB from Yoongi’s hand and stomps back to the direction of the Rockfort Building. The man doesn’t seem to go on his own way though because Y/N hears him holler “Same sentiment too, Y/N!”

               Y/N doesn’t turn back. She just raises a middle finger up that she’s sure Yoongi will not miss. And he did not, for the man’s faint chuckles only continued.

               The travel back up to the 12th floor seems like the longest elevator ride Y/N has ever been on. Every additional second into the constricted metal box feels like a one-second deduction from her own lifetime. So when the elevator doors open to Travel Loca’s floor, the air is immediately knocked off Y/N lungs. But not because of relief. Nancy stands in front of her, bags in hand, and obviously upset.

               Y/N quickly steps out of the lift. “Nancy, here! The USB!”

               “You took too long. Just e-mail them to me. I have to cram-reading them in the morning anyway because a certain someone forgot to do their job.” Nancy brushes by her shoulder and steps into the elevator. “You know, Y/N, if I’m paying you to make my life easier for me and instead, you’re making it harder, your position in this company is useless.” Nancy presses the button for the parking lot. The doors close in front of Y/N, letting her see the disappointment on Nancy’s face for the last second of the night.

               Y/N goes home twenty minutes later, worn out, and ready to sleep the second she reaches her floor. But when she opens the door, Mina’s smiling face greets her, and she immediately rushes to the sofa next to her bestfriend.

               “Mina, oh my god, I have so much to tell you.”

               “Me, too!” Mina giggles, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s arms, “Can I go first though?”

               “Yeah, yeah, sure,” Y/N smiles, fixing her seat.

               “Well, remember last week when I told you I finally confessed to Mark?”

               “Mark, as in, the café barista Mark Tuan?”

               Mina jokingly hits Y/N’s arm, “Yes, what Mark would I be talking about?”

               “Sorry, you know how I get so spaced out when I’m tired and groggy. Anyway, what happened?”

               “Well, Mark finally said yes!” Mina bursts into a wide grin, arms outstretched in joy. “I finally get to date Mark!”

               “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you, Nana,” Y/N engulfs Mina into an embrace, “I can’t believe you’re finally in a relationship! I mean, who would not want to date you? You’re smart, pretty, and funny. The boys have missed out on you for seven long years. And now, there’s finally someone who has eyes and can see what a gem you are. And damn right, Mark would see that. It’s not every day he can have a gorgeous girl court him for six months after getting rejected twice.”

               “Oh my god, stop bringing that up!” Mina playfully slaps her back and Y/N chortles.

              “Okay, okay, I’m just joking. What I really mean is: Mark is a lucky guy. I’m glad he finally realized what an idiot he will be if he rejects you again for the third time when you’ve been with him through all his problems. He won’t find another beautiful girl willing to ride his motorcycle with him in a huge-ass dress just to help him deliver orders in time. You’re the total package Mina and I’m so happy Mark has realized it.”

              “Oh, Y/N, you’re making me blush,” Mina laughs. She sways the both of them in their hug, “Mark has an impossibly high standard to meet now because of you.”

               “Mark doesn’t have to meet any standards,” Y/N snickers, “You already drool at his face the moment we enter The Daily Bean.”

               Mina detaches herself from Y/N and dramatically places a hand over her chest. “How can you remember that so well and not who Mark is?”

               Y/N shrugs, “Because I’m not staring at Mark and eye-fucking him 24/7.”

               “Oh my god, I do not!” Mina giggles, making you laugh again as she hugs you tight once more. Mina’s fingers card through your hair as she murmurs “But you do know, Y/N, even if I’m in a relationship now, I’m not gonna leave you alone. Even if Mark will start to occupy the top priority in my life, it doesn’t mean you will lose your spot in the top-pest part of my list. You know you’re still and will forever be my number one, right?” Y/N hums at that, closing her eyes from the head massage Mina is currently giving her. She feels Mina nod, “Right, you should because you’re practically my baby.”

               “No, I’m not.”

               “Yes, you are! Who would wash the red stain on your pants and underpants in the girl’s CR while you prance around the cubicle only in a top because you bled through your bottoms during your period, much more, on our Christmas Party, other than me?”

               Y/N grimaces, “Oh god, you didn’t have to bring that up.”

               “You hit right through me when you said I eye-fuck Mark so yeah, eye for an eye, bitch,” Mina cackles as she finally unlatches her arms around her friend. “Anyway, I’m finished with my story of the day. Your turn. What happened tonight?”

               Y/N bites her lip, unconsciously easing an inch between her and her bestfriend. Mina is in a good mood today. Y/N doesn’t want to ruin it by ranting off about how horrible Yoongi is again. She knows Mina. She will listen to her rant about another bullshit done by her co-PA and she will also indulge in an insult-fest against the man. That’s just their dynamic: Y/N’s enemy is Mina’s enemy and vice versa. So as Y/N looks at Mina’s smile which doesn’t do much covering up her dark eyes, which have grown from staying up late to wait for her to come home for multiple nights on end, Y/N decides it’s enough negativity for the day.

               “It’s nothing, Mina,” Y/N shakes her head, forcing a smile on her face, “just another tiring day from work.”

               Mina tilts her head, “Are you sure?”

               “Yeah,” Y/N flashes her another smile as she heads for her room, “I’m totally fine. Just tired. Congratulations to you and Mark again.”

               “Yeah, thank you,” Mina replies, but the look on her face tells Y/N she’s unconvinced of what she said. Seemingly aware that her friend needed space, Mina turns back the TV. Before Y/N closes her door, she hears Mina chuckle to a punch-line in the airing sitcom.

               Y/N flops on her bed face down. If Yoongi didn’t put much of a fight and just handed her Nancy’s USB when he knew he already had it, then maybe this night won’t be so horrible. Y/N would have given Nancy her USB in time, and her boss could have acknowledged it as a peace offering to her unremarkable work performance that day. Y/N would have totally rejoiced with Mina with her full heart into it and not force a smile on her face when such an announcement deserves much more celebration.

               Y/N releases a stifled scream into her pillow. Thursdays are really the worst and it’s all Min Yoongi’s fault.

               However, what Y/N didn’t expect is that the following week will get much worse. The Writing Department is late in their deadline, causing the online publication of the September issue to be pushed in the first week of October, a big deal late to the releases of their magazine competitors. Thus, Nancy became more pissy and naggy, giving Y/N a cold shoulder for the longest streak in her work life. Nancy became more frigid when Y/N failed to get Nancy the copy of the unpublished sequel of Bird and Foe. Y/N tried her best, she really did. It’s just that the publishers of Russell Park refused to give another copy because they said they cannot give out two unpublished copies at the same time. Of course, this turned out as a lazy excuse to Nancy, making her dump additional workload on Y/N’s already staggering pile. But that was not what made Y/N’s last week of September the worst week she’s ever had. It was Min Yoongi getting promoted as a staff member to the Creatives Team after giving Nancy the unpublished Bird and Foe sequel.

               Ringing phones, staff members running to- and fro- the beige faux wood office floor, and the occasional requests for coffee from the break room–Travel Loca is buzzing with life as usual. But not for long though, because the clock hands are currently on 12:49 P.M. At 12:57, it seems everyone on the floor have gone silent. Almost everyone taps their foot against the floor. All eyes were set on the digital wall clock. Some have even glanced on their own wristwatches to check if the wall clock was right. The hands start to move. Everyone gulps.

               The hands hit one o’clock. Everyone scrambles off their swivel chairs. Some have bee-lined for the break room.  Meanwhile, a huge mass had created a bottle-neck of office workers at Travel Loca’s main door. No one is left on the staff chairs, except for one: Mina Young.

               The accountant slides her swivel chair to the left. Her hands meander through her large file cases and when she feels a cold, ribbed metal surface on her index, she smiles. Mina pushes the on-button and immediately, the then-silent office space has now become a replica of her own flat.

               “Good morning everyone! Today seems an extra sweet day than yesterday because you know what? I can smell and see the sweet aroma of those dark, chewy chocolates and those pretty pink balloons surrounding our streets. That’s right folks, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner! Which also means–drumroll for me, Alexa–Holidays are about to sweep in! It’s just three weeks to go, folks, note that! So, for our dear, sweet listeners, I hope you already got your hotels booked and your plane tickets ready so you can finally have that amazing buffet, relaxing spa, or a fun tour around places you’ve never been with your very lovable significant others! I’m sure all of you will have that wonderful, exciting, and pleasurable rendezvous away from school, work, and any responsibilities. Just make sure to channel in on our station if you want the best playlist to get you in the mood for some steamy, passionate, and intimate time–”

               “Mina, will you turn off that radio?”

               The short-haired brunette frowns at her friend, whose also frowning at her. Mina pushes up her glasses on her nose, “Why? You know I always listen to this station during break time. Plus, Nancy is not here.”

               “Still, it doesn’t excuse how irritating that DJ sounds.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she plops herself on another swivel chair. “His voice sounds like there are two styrofoams gyrating each other in a sweaty club.”

               Mina’s jaw drops as she turns off her portable mini-radio on her desk. She faces Y/N with a frown this time—actually a scowl now. “Kim Seokjin’s voice is like creamy velvet to the ears! Also,” she scrunches her nose in disgust, “you did not just sexualize non-living objects so casually as if you’re not aware that the mental image you’re painting is so disturbing.”

               “First off,” Y/N turns to her, swivel chair squeaking in her abrupt movement, “you’re already seeing Mark Tuan for you to have any weird fantasies about Kim Seokjin and his voice or how cute his laugh is when it literally sounds like he’s an old man dying on a choked-out old joke. And second, sexualizing objects is not illegal by law and even if it so, I did NOT sexualize them. They are just the perfect representation of how Seokjin’s voice sounds.”

               Mina purses her lips and props her elbow on her desk to cup her face. “Cut to the point, Y/N. Just tell me what is with you today. You barged in furious in here for no reason, threw a fit at the break room, and now you’re ruining lunch by insulting Seokjin for something so trivial.”

               “Trivial?! His voice is fucking irritating! Just because he’s handsome does not mean his voice will also sound good on the radio. It’s like listening to a whale dying while making mating calls–”

               “The point, Y/N?” Mina cuts you with an unamused look.

               You deflate in your seat. “Fine, it’s Min Yoongi. He made it a point that he is more intelligent and capable than me in our 10 AM meeting with Nancy for this month’s spread. Said he knows more about weird facts and trivia about Sweden because I never got to travel outside this fucking country when I damn well know he only uses some advanced search engine to look for info like the computer whiz that he is! I went so many times on his Facebook to know he posts nothing in his wall but his work achievements—and his dog! Of course, if you went outside the country, you will post pictures in your wall, ‘cus social media sites are just platforms masked as an outlet for free expression when we damn well know it’s just a place where you can brag and be not called out for being arrogant. And damn hell, Min Yoongi does not have any out-of-the-country pictures posted there. What only comes close is his picture of that gumbo he said he made—yeah, quotation marks—because it looks too good to be made by his ugly crooked hands and even if it’s got this aesthetic background not expected to come from this fucking country, I still think he just photoshopped it.” Y/N crosses her arms, “Bet that gumbo did not even taste good.”

               Mina scrunches her forehead, “Are you the only flawed person Min Yoongi sees? Why does he always have to nitpick every single bit of your work? He just criticized your last week’s report because of your ‘poor articulation.’”

               “Right?!” Y/N leans back on her chair. She groans, “I still remember how he sabotaged my files for Nancy’s professional and personal events. Who in their right mind would change the contact names to mythical creatures? Rica’s 2nd baby shower was named ‘Merlin’s Demon Baby’s Party?’ It’s a baby event for God’s sake!” Y/N looks at her friend, “I swear Mina, one day I will get a brain hemorrhage because of Yoongi’s shits.”

               Mina winces, “Please don’t. I don’t want to be the one to tell your mother you already died before you even managed to pay your housing loans.”

               “Hey! Don’t attack me like that,” Y/N slaps the back of her friend’s chair. Mina, choking on her spit first, erupts into a fit of giggles.

               Unfortunately, it seems lunch’s fun will be cut short as Y/N hears Nancy’s megaphone’s speaker start up, “Calling for Y/N to come into my office. A.S.A.P!”

               Y/N scrambles from her seat as Mina sees her off with a sad wave. Pushing through Nancy’s glass door, Y/N could see the lines of ridges forming on Nancy’s forehead before the latter can even eye her.

               “Y-yes, Ma’am? You called for me?”

               Nancy pins her a look, “You’re asking me if I called you? Are you deaf? Did you not understand what I said?”

               “Yes!—I-I mean on the understanding part, yes, not about being deaf or something hehe-“

               “Y/N,” Nancy clasps her hands on her table, “I called you here because I have something important to tell you.”

               Y/N nears her table, pulling up her notebook and pen.

               “I need you to work in the Creatives Department for the next two weeks.”

               Y/N’s fingers freeze. She looks up at Nancy with eyes as wide as a goldfish. And before she can brain-filter out her words, they’ve already escaped her mouth. “What do you mean I have to be in the Creatives next week? I’m your personal assistant, not Min Yoongi’s!”

               “Y/N, I didn’t say you will work for Yoongi. He’s not the head of the Creatives. Steven Spielberg is,” Nancy gives the girl an unamused look, waving her off from her desk. Y/N bites her lip as she takes two steps backward. She didn’t know she’s rushed up too close to Nancy’s table just at the prospect of Yoongi and her working together came from her boss’ lips.

               Nancy leans back on her chair, “I know you two have this petty children-in-the-playground fights ever since the start of October last year. I get that your differences are too great to be bridged anytime soon, thus the reason why I grew tired telling you to stop doing your cat and dog thing because I know you two wouldn’t listen anyway. You two just like to bang heads whenever you like—”

              “But, it’s Yoongi’s fault-”

              Nancy raises a finger, “But, Y/N, this is really important. I will be out-of-the-country for the next three weeks for both some business and family matters. Hence, why I cannot bring you with me as usual. And why I will need you to work under Steven for the meantime: to report to me about any of their progress. The Creatives’ current designs will have us late into this month’s deadline and I do not want this business going down anytime soon because of a weak holiday cover. So, as my PA, you will report everything about their progress to me, and you will report my feedback to them. At the same time, you will tame your childish fights with Yoongi to a minimum so Travel Loca will function as well as it can be while I’m not physically here. Understand?”

               Y/N nods, “understand, Ma’am.” She doesn’t have a choice even if she wanted to object. Whatever Nancy dictated is already set in stone.

               “Also,” Nancy looks at Y/N, “since I will be off the next three weeks, my schedules for the weeks in my absence will be pushed and packed on the following week. So, I expect you to still work on your station—and work even harder after I came back. Understand?”

               More workload? Y/N internally groans. She doesn’t like work getting reduced early into the week then doubling into hell in the latter part of the month. She likes them evened out—everything is balanced, familiar, and predictable. Nevertheless, Y/N only nods, “yes.” “No” doesn’t exist in Nancy’s dictionary.

               Nancy returns to her laptop and waves her off, “Okay. Then, capiche.”

               “Yes, ma’am, capiche,” Y/N makes a quick bow and scampers out of her boss’ office.

               When Y/N reaches her station, she sinks herself into the cushion of her seat. First, Min Yoongi belittles her researching ability in the morning meeting. Then now, she will work with him for the majority of three weeks. After that, another hell will start because of Nancy’s incoming packed schedules.

              Y/N’s eyes land on her laptop and she immediately sees her calendar. January 16, 2020. Thursday.  Y/N releases an inhumane groan. Of course, the goddamn Thursday curse. When will she ever live?

.

               “When will I ever die?” Y/N sobs into Mina’s shirt. Her friend keeps her arms around her tight as she cards through her hair.

               “Hey, don’t think so negative,” Mina coos, “Think of this as an opportunity to finally have Nancy off your back.”

               “Yeah, as if working with Min Yoongi is better than that. He already ruins my life when we only physically encounter each other in meetings and breaks and lunches. Imagine working with him for a whole fucking day!”

               “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I take that back,” Mina hugs her friend tighter.

               Y/N continues, “And after enduring all that, my workload will quadruple when Nancy comes back after three weeks! I already experienced this during her daughter’s debut last year. When Nancy said a pile of work will come, it fucking means four metal file cases of work. I spent the last two weeks of August plunging myself into an abyss of papers. I did not sleep for two weeks straight! And now— I will have three weeks-worth of hell work to come after spending three weeks working with the personification of Satan. Can the world just eat me up?!”

               “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Mina pulls away to hold her bestfriend at arms-length, “What did you say will happen in three weeks?”

               Y/N closes her eyes, “Another hell will come because a shit-pile of work is coming in three weeks! Mina, I’ve been telling you this since morning-”

               “Y/N, after three weeks, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

               Y/N’s eyes immediately shoot open, “What?”

               “Look,” Mina clicks on her phone and flashes Y/N her calendar app. “Today’s January 17. Exactly after three weeks is the Valentine’s week.”

               Y/N’s jaw drops ajar, “Oh my god.”

               “Yes, Y/N, oh my God. It’s the fucking Heart Holiday.”

              “…The country’s long-time problem with their low birth rate has driven the government to build another department that will help its citizens build, manage, and maintain healthy relationships. The Department of Relationship Management was established in 2015, and ever since then, there have been impressive developments in our country’s birth rate. One of the best programs of DRM behind this wonderful growth is the Heart Holiday, the holiday held in the week of Valentine’s Day. It grants any person employed in a private sector one week of paid holiday vacation leave as long as they are currently in a relationship. Meanwhile, education establishments and students are given one week off their academic calendars without regard to their relationship status. Isn’t that sweet? The only downside to that, folks, is that government employees can only have two days of paid holiday leave on the 14th and 15th. But, still, a holiday is still a holiday! So for our lovely listeners, start planning your vacation trips and hangouts! Especially when Cloud 10 Airlines is there to make your holiday week even sweeter with their 70% discount on local trips! Just contact 675-9859 and 568-987—”

               “Mina, can you turn off the radio?!”

               “Again?!” Mina heaves, “What’s with your aggravation streak these days against Kim Seokjin’s voice?”

               “It rattles me,” Y/N half-screams, plopping into the swivel chair next to her friend’s cubicle. “Yesterday, he already announced that goddamn timeline of the DRM and ‘all hailed’ importance of the Heart Holiday. Why does he have to repeat it again today? In that overly-enthusiastic voice, too, as if he’s never read of that script again and again?!”

               “Y/N, it’s how broadcasting works. It’s one of the most awaited holidays in the year, so of course, they will nab as many advertisement deals as they can.”

               “Well, I don’t like how they work!”

               “You cannot just tell a radio company to stop working,” Mina turns in her chair to face her friend, “Also, stop venting your frustration on Seokjin. He doesn’t even know you hate his voice. Routinely doing this noise pollution doesn’t do anything at all. Just tell me what made you upset today.”

               “It’s Yoongi!” Y/N scowls. “He won’t explain to me the technical editing terms on Steven’s report for Nancy! He said a five grader can even know what they are. I went through fifth grade, Mina, and I did not freaking know about any photoshop shit!”

               “Well, that’s because you’re old.”

               Mina looks up and sees Yoongi hovering her cubicle.

               Y/N’s scowl deepens, as she turns her chair to the direction of the intruder.  “As if you’re any much younger. From what I know, you’re four years older than me, dumbass.”

               “Well, at least I know what Steven is talking about,” Yoongi props his chin on Mina’s cubicle.

               Y/n rolls her eyes, “Because it’s your freaking line of work! Of course, you’ll know about it!”

               “Well, you’re now working most of the time in the Creatives Team and you don’t know it. What does that make you, then? I’ll give you a hint: It’s what you called me three seconds ago. Starts with the letter ‘d’ and ends with the letter ‘s.’”

               “What? You think you’re so smart now just because you know that vector-mask-thingy?! News flash, Yoongi, you did not graduate with any Latin honor. I did! So, who’s the real dumbass?!”

               “You damn well know Latin honors doesn’t actually have any effect on real life. Practical knowledge has—especially knowledge about terminologies used in digital designing. Which you need because you won’t be able to report anything to your god Nancy. Because, well: You. Don’t. Know. Anything. Like. Always.”

               “Min Yoongi, fuck you–”

               “Guys, guys, guys, can you stop?”

               Y/N gives Yoongi another glare before fixing herself back in her seat. Mina puffs, “Yoongi, can you leave us alone for a while? We’re talking here and you just invited yourself in our conversation.”

               Yoongi chides, “Well, tell your friend that if she wants to shit-talk a person just a meter away from her without the said person barging in the conversation, she should keep her voice on the down-low. Not screaming around like a crazy ape.”

                Y/N’s jaw drops open, “What crazy ape?! You’re the crazy ape! You look like a fucking gorilla who accidentally get dwarfed by a tooth fairy and-”

               “Min Yoongi, just leave us alone,” Mina gives the man a pointed look.

              Yoongi shrugs and detaches himself from her cubicle. He heads back to their office but he doesn’t completely leave the room without giving Y/N a middle finger.

               Y/N’s mouth drops open in disbelief. She turns to Mina. “See? Isn’t it obvious he just wants to make me the bad man to Nancy again? What kind of person are you to not cooperate with your co-worker like a goddamn adult? I don’t get why no one sees this bitch’s true face but you and me! I just want to freaking tear off his face, make him wipe it in his ass, then place it back on his head since he’s such a literal ass—”

               “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mina clasps a hand over your shoulder, “don’t get too homicidal. What you just said, aside from disturbing, is very disgusting.”

               Y/N slumps in her seat and crosses her arms.

              Mina sighs. “Okay, yeah, I know, Min Yoongi is the worst. But I don’t want you to do anything stupid so let’s not talk about him for a while, ‘kay?” Y/N nods. Mina leans back in her seat with the nth sigh for the day. “Okay, I got some update from Jaehyun.”

               Y/N leans forward. “What did he say?”

               Mina gives you a sad smile, “He already has a fiancé.”

               “So soon?” Y/N scoffs. “He was just courting me two months ago.”

               “Yeah, well he’s getting married this week. Whatever,” Mina waves off, “I don’t like him for you anyway. He dresses like a college fuckboy.”

               “Okay, what about Dahyun?”

               “Already married.”

               Y/N’s eyes widen, “and she didn’t tell us?”

               “Yeah, I already nagged her on the phone. She said it all kinda happened too fast–her and Sana. And the marriage was in New York. We’re too broke for out-of-the-country trips to attend anyway if we were informed.” Mina smiles, “She said she’s gonna invite us to the Christening of their baby.”

               “Okay, I’m glad she still cared about us. Oh,” Y/N pipes up, “what did Jackson say over the phone?”

               Mina gives you a tight smile. “Getting married, too. And guess what, the invitations were already in our mail box when I went to get our bills.”

               “Momo?”

               “Engaged. She and Heechul just broke out the news a week ago.”

              “Sam?”

               “Married. And 4 months pregnant.”

               “Jongdae?”

               “Engaged. Also has a baby in way.”

               “Hana?”

               “Engaged.”

               “Changmin?”

               “Engaged.”

               “Jaebum?

               “Engaaaaaged.”

               Y/N throws her hands in the air, “Why is everyone getting married?!”

               “Well, we’re in our late 20s. It’s the “marrying age” they say. It got more enphasized when DRM’s programs had succeeded in encouraging hundreds of people to marry in the recent year. Even my mom already expects Mark to propose by next month. We’re just dating for 6 months!” Mina cringes. She pulls Y/N’s chair closer to her to hold her hands. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. It kinda slipped my mind that we always apply together for the Heart Holiday every year. It’s just that Mark and I—”

               “Hey, hey, don’t blame yourself. You’ve been pining after Mark for about two years and now look at you—together, stable, and in-love half into the year! I don’t want you to fret having a relationship with the boy you liked for so long.”

               “Yeah, Y/N, I know,” Mina closes her eyes. “It’s just sad and unfortunate everyone we know are already in relationships.”

               “Yeah…” Y/N nods and the two fall into silence. Why is everyone conveniently in a relationship just in time with the Heart Holiday? What, the whole world suddenly knew the loophole in DRM’s program? Y/N and Mina studied that for a whole year! This is unfair. Y/N cannot be the only single person out there who’ll miserably work in the office while everyone gets to have the time of their lives—wait.

               Y/N grabs Mina’s hands. “Hey, Nana, I know we said co-workers are off-limits because Nancy will definitely know it’s a ruse. She’ll block my application form before it can even have the seal from the HR. Especially when she found out our lesbian “relationship” was fake after you and Mark updated your civil statuses.” Mina winces and opens her mouth to apologize again but Y/N cuts her with a finger to her mouth. “Nancy will definitely call me a liar and grill my head if she finds out what we’re planning to do now. But look, Nancy’s out of the country. Teddy is the general supervisor and she’s the next in the hierarchy. We damn well know her 45-year-old heart is soft for some nicely-woven romantic story. Even more, in an office setting—the bane of every middle-aged woman’s sappy romantic heart. So, what do you say?”

               Mina lets out an exasperated breath, “That crossed my mind, too, you know. But, Y/N, the thing is—the whole Accounting Department is in a relationship. And the same goes for the Writing, Marketing, Logistics, and HR.  All of them are either in a relationship, married, or getting married.”

               “What?” Y/N’s eyebrows curve up high, “How come I didn’t know this?”

               “Uh, because you’re busy working for Nancy day-in and day-out?  Also, I just happen to be friends with Jisoo from HR. She’s in charge of the company’s relationship records. Sometimes, she slips in everyone’s stories while we listen to WWL Radio during break time.”

               Y/N bites her lip. This can’t be happening to her. Not now. Not when the most un-objectifiable reason for a break from Nancy is about to slip through her fingers like fine sand.

               Mina scratches her nape, “I…may have someone in mind though.”

               Y/N’s eyes look straight into Mina’s. “Tell me.”

               “Well, the entire Creatives Department is either married or engaged save for one.”

               Y/N holds Mina’s hands tighter. “Who?”

               “Min, Yoongi.”

               Y/N must be going crazy. She thinks she must be growing a nest of vultures in her brain now, the mother routinely picking on her numerous dead brain cells to feed to her young. It doesn’t help that the bags under her eyes have started to droop like a waterfall, forming a sad saddle of grey on her cheeks. She cannot even remember the last time she had a decent meal. All she remembers is the finger foods Mina hands to her station every once in a while.

              The universe is being unfair to her and it is all taking a toll on her body. They weren’t kidding when they said adjusting to a new environment is an entire whole work in itself. The Creatives Team runs a completely different routine. Large monitors crammed with multiple editing softwares Y/N cannot understand surround the studio-size office space. There are drafted papers and previous issues scattered in every possible corner, some even gathering dust by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Y/N is not even sure if anyone has re-arranged their desks in the last few months. The Creatives’ work ethic is loosely bound on schedules and everyone seems to be doing everyone else’s job.  Except for Y/N, because Steven is the only one willing to share their team’s progress to her. But that alone is not enough for her daily report to Nancy because Steven is always busy in his computer. More unfortunately, everyone is wary of her. Y/N’s sure she even saw Kim Myungsoo clutch their design folders closer to his chest when her eyes glanced at his cubicle.  

              Sure, Y/N expected everyone will have their guards up on her. Who wouldn’t be when they know Nancy still has eyes on them even if she’s countries away? But still, it doesn’t lessen the pain on Y/N’s self-esteem and the stress on her back. If Y/N can’t get someone to talk to her, she won’t be able to provide a more substantial report to Nancy more than just reading Steven’s printed reports verbatim.

              Y/N is desperate to find a workmate to discuss everything happening in the Creatives with her, but unluckily for her, she only has someone she wishes to not even breathe the same air with. Of course, no one in the Creatives wants to talk to her except for Min Yoongi. He’s an insufferable ass who doesn’t know when to shut up.  He welcomes Y/N every single day with an annoying “Yo, Y/N” and an unneeded commentary about her outfit, like how yesterday he told her “I know retro is in but I didn’t know grandma blouses are deemed stylish again.” He blabbers about his unnecessarily extensive general knowledge about every South Asian country, even if Y/N countlessly told him she didn’t care.  He brags about the cover designs and templates he did in the previous issues, flipping the pages too close in Y/N’s face while he speaks about colors and mixing like Y/N is an imbecile about basic color combinations high school students used in their PowerPoint presentations. Yet despite them all, Yoongi still refuses to explain to her the jargon in Steven’s reports.

              Y/N tried her best to keep herself from bursting and giving Yoongi an earful of sense. Yes, everyone knows she does not like Yoongi but Y/N doesn’t want them to know to what extent she can go to express them, afraid of embarrassing herself.  But in her defense, three days into the first week without Nancy, Yoongi has gone as far as to chip a small bit off Y/N’s mug in the break room. The mug with the “creative juices” in cursive printed around its body—Mina’s gift from college. Y/N’s patience meter was blasted off the roof. It will be safe to tell that at the end of the day, Y/N has screamed the hell out of Yoongi that everyone can be sure the latter’s ears may have fallen out of his head. Steven was close to reporting to Teddy what just happened. It was just Y/N’s remaining luck that helped her successfully and implicitly begged Steven not to do so by telling him calling Yoongi “a mean, inconsiderate, self-absorbed jerk who should eat his shit because people are what they eat and he is obviously the biggest shit in her life,” is just her “unique” way of expressing co-worker appreciation to the man.

              Aside from putting up with Yoongi’s Satanic attitude, Y/N has to endure Nancy’s intermittent calls with her forever pissed voice coming in first thing in the morning until in the late, ungodly hours. And despite Teddy’s patient guidance over Y/N’s “transition” to the Creatives Team, Y/N’s still close to digging a six-feet deep hole in her station. No, not because of Teddy or Nancy. It’s because she poured her remaining effort dedicated for work by spending the entire week going through every staff member of Travel Loca. Y/N thought Mina must have overlooked a face. That it’s possible Jisoo skipped on a detail she told to her friend. But despite learning Lee Minyoung from the Writing Department is going to call it quits to her boyfriend just after Valentine’s, or how Michael Park from Marketing is about to pop the ring to his girlfriend just right on Valentine’s Day, the looming fact Y/N dreads presents itself on January 24, two weeks before Valentine’s: No one else in the office is single but her…and Min Yoongi.

              Of course, it didn’t surprise Y/N, Yoongi must be single. With that know-it-all façade and condescending tone wearing you out like a 24/7 walking instruction manual no one even asked for, who would even like to date him? One week with him as a co-worker alone already makes Y/N want to throw herself into the flaming hot pit of the nearest volcano.

              But it’s only two more weeks before Valentine’s and Y/N is desperate and desperate times call for desperate measures. Y/N did a last-minute check-up on her and Mina’s lists of contacts—phone, social media, e-mails, everything under the sun—only to come up with nothing. Mina’s “marrying age” theory must be true because everyone, every single one, of their acquaintances are already married or getting married. Y/N then changed up her game.  She started to opt for resources she never thought she will ever use in her life: dating apps. Tinder, Bumble, The League, Grindr—name it, Y/N had made every account for every conceivable dating site. She even spent the most of her break time this week hiding her phone beneath her desk and swiping right. But even this last considerable option proved to be pointless as all the replies she received are either honest “sorry, not interested,” rude “you’re no fun,” or out-right salacious “suck my dick.”

              This then left Y/N no choice but to consider the most unspeakably horrendously unfortunate option she didn’t even want to have. Min Yoongi is her only choice left. And for that, Y/N spent two days making an elaborate plan. She can’t afford any loose threads or plan-holes that can further make her at the mercy of the infuriating jerk. However, even if she made everything as seamless as it can be, Y/N knows it will be the worst decision she’ll ever make in her life. Mina also expressed the same concern, even apologized for planting that small information about Yoongi in her friend’s mind. But even her friend’s day-by-day discouragement to push through with her plan is not enough to deter Y/N.

              Because even if just thinking about the plan makes Y/N feel the world is about to crumble and swallow her down in its unending, fathomless depths; even if it makes her want to set up an appointment with an exorcist, Y/N knew she won’t back out. It’s not viruses or bacteria, it’s a seeded idea that is the most contagious living entity that can take hold of any human being. And the moment Y/N realized there’s no other ticket way out of her dilemma but Yoongi, she knew this thought will haunt her for nights on end.

              This is the reason why Y/N’s currently standing by the corner of the Creatives’ office when it’s already 6:46 P.M. while almost everyone has left the office. Almost, because Yoongi, apart from her, is the only one left in the office as Steven requested him to finish a color palette by tonight. Y/N gulps a thick blob of saliva. Sweat runs thick on her forehead. God, if Mina could see what Y/N’s about to do, she will be already by her side, yelling for her to just give up. Y/N shakes her head. This is Mina’s fault anyway. If she didn’t plant the idea in her head, she wouldn’t have to do this. She wouldn’t be creeping behind a door like a disgusting stalker. She wouldn’t be profusely sweating in an air-conditioned room like a guilty murderer. She wouldn’t be-

              “What the hell are you doing behind the door?”

              Y/N shrieks and jumps a half-foot away from her spot.

              “The hell—what’s gotten into you?!” Yoongi frowns, “And why are you even here?”

              Y/N’s brows meet together in her forehead. But before she can speak, Yoongi’s snickers drown out the words in her throat.

              “Wait, don’t tell me you’ve come as far as spying on my work. I didn’t know you’re going to be this petty,” Yoongi sighs and puts his hand on his waist, “Well, if you think going through my work laptop will get you to understand Steven’s report, I’m sorry to say you won’t get anything, little girl.”

               Yes, it’s true. The words did die out in Y/N’s throat. It’s just flames of anger sweeping in the valleys of her mouth. Y/N surges forward, fists clenched tight, “‘Little girl’? I am not a fucking little girl!”

               Yoongi grins, “Then what should I call someone who’s a foot smaller than me?”

               “What fucking ‘foot’?! We’re just inches apart! Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror? You’re not even that tall!”

               “Says the one who’s looking up at me just to level her eyes with mine,” Yoongi raises his brows, “and who’s now standing a little too close to me because apparently, standing a socially-decent foot away won’t enable her to see my face.”

               Y/N’s eyes widen and she immediately takes a step back. She doesn’t get how easy it is for Yoongi to rile her up that she instantly forgets how to control her body. When she looks up at him, the man is smirking at her. Her mouth aches to tell him he actually looks stupid with that lopsided smile if he thought doing it will make him a tad bit inch sorry excuse of “sexy.” But then, Y/N remembers she has a purpose tonight. She didn’t just waste an hour waiting in the excruciating office space of the Creatives Team just to get nothing done.

               Y/N closes her eyes and breathes out. When she opens them again, she looks at Yoongi in the eyes. “I’m not here to fight with you, Yoongi. I’m here to make an offer.”

               Yoongi scoffs, “An offer? You? Are you hearing yourself right now? In case you weren’t informed, I don’t need anything from you. And I didn’t—”

               “You’re single right?”

               Yoongi gawks at her, “W-what?”

               “Well, I’m single, too. And Valentine’s week is coming in two weeks.”

               “So?”

               Y/N tries not to grit her teeth, “So, that means the Heart Holiday is also coming. Nancy is bound to come back during that time, too, with an obvious incoming large workload to come for me. I can’t afford to hole myself up in this office while everyone gets to enjoy a paid holiday week. And since you have an affinity for disliking your job, I figured you also wouldn’t want to go to work during Valentine’s week.” Y/N crosses her arms, “So I’m here, Min Yoongi, to give you an offer: Fake date me for two weeks to make it to DRM’s PRS’ application deadline. When our application gets approved, we part ways and never speak about what happened in these two weeks. It’s a win-win situation. I don’t get to work during Valentine’s. You also don’t get to work, and we both will still get paid. So, what do you say?”

               Yoongi just stares at her. Y/N could feel cold sweat running from her scalp and down to her back. Why is he looking at her like that? Why is he being so silent? Is he about to make fun of her and bring it up to work tomorrow? Oh God, Y/N shouldn’t have even gone through with this plan. This is a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad, idea that should have never been entertained and buried in a trunk of embarrassing memories, never to see the light again—

               “I’m in.”

               Y/N freezes, “W-what?”

               Yoongi takes a step closer to Y/N. He leans forward, closing the distance between their faces into mere six inches. Y/N doesn’t need to crane her head up anymore because this time, their eyes are finally leveled with each other.

              Yoongi smiles, “I’m telling you, Y/N, I’m in in your plan.”

              Y/N looks at him. She just looks at him. Five seconds have already passed. Yoongi should be laughing in her face right now. But the man did not, and takes a step back away from her. He fixes his satchel on his shoulder and closes the Creatives’ glass door behind him shut. When Yoongi looks back at Y/N, he gives her a shrug, “Hey, if you’re not going home, I am.” He heads for the main door, hands dug into his pockets. Y/N’s eyes just follow his figure. Before Yoongi completely gets out of the office, he hollers, a hand cupping over his mouth, “I said I’m already in in your plan. You can go now. See you tomorrow.” He sends Y/N one last smile.

              It takes Y/N five more seconds before she breaks her frozen stance. What did just happen? Yoongi didn’t laugh at her. He didn’t put up a fight. He….agreed? Just like that? This is impossible. This cannot happen! Yoongi doesn’t agree, he argues! Always! And he just doesn’t bid her goodbye and “see you tomorrow.” Yoongi annoys her with one last hit of “goodbye, grandma.” And Yoongi doesn’t smile. He smirks. He just pulls up one side of his lips, squints his eyes, and snorts. Y/N must be going crazy. This is not Yoongi!  A whole different man has suddenly appeared before her. This cannot be!

              But despite all the things going back and forth in her head right now, there’s only one looming thought on top of them all that had Y/N release a staggered breath:

              What the fuck did she just get herself into?

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Disclaimer: This first chapter is based on Netflix’s Set It Up (2018), particularly Nancy’s briefing scene and the USB scene. Netflix’s Set It Up (2018) is the inspiration for this fic and so I based Ms. Nancy’s personality on Lucy Liu’s portrayal of Kirsten Stevens! Ms. Lucy Liu was fantastic in her performance! That being said, all scenes and references from the movie used in this story are the property of its respective owners. The rest belongs to the author. This work is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. Anyways, if you wish to watch the movie, don’t worry about encountering any spoilers in this fic!

A/N pt. 2: Hi hons! I decided to cut this fic into parts as this will be very long (hello banter dialogues). Writing a 25+k wordcount (so far, this is my assumed final wordcount) may overwhelm a lot of readers and make them not want to read this anymore ☹ Anyway, the succeeding parts will be released soon as I already have a detailed storyboard and outline for this mini-series so you don’t have to wait that long. Thank you for giving this fic a chance, hons. Also, feedback is more than appreciated. Tell me what you guys think!  ♡♡♡ \(> u

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[ zepthan smith-gneist, cismale, he / him, orange ] hey have you seen TUCKER HAYWARD ? HE lets me borrow A PAGE OUT OF HIS WORN MOLESKINE DIARY. oh, you know them! they’re TWENTY THREE and they’ve been at Roy G. for THREE YEARS. They are known to be a total AQUARIUS. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname AMBIVERT! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring WHITE FERRARI BY FRANK OCEAN all night. they remind me of PASSING STREETLIGHTS AT 4AM ALONE IN YOUR CAR, CLENCHED JAWS, AND PENSIVE SILENCES . anyway, let me know if you see them ! 

— introducing . . . PARADOXICAL HUMAN BEING ,  𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 :

helloooooo i saw an orange muse was wanted so hyuk-hyuk ( goofy laughter ) , here i am ! . 

i just watched waves (2019) and am really in my feels about that , so here tucker is . . his entire life is the soundtrack to that incredible film .

dumb but smart

funny but sad

you CAN have it all ladies

he was born on february the 14th so yes literally he’s a secret romantic so what ? 

is a himbo , but a himbo with substance 

definitely that guy you look at and say ‘ oh thats a jock ‘ , and when you talk to him you say ‘ yep thats a jock ‘ , but then sometimes late at night , on rooftops , or on lonely benches in the middle of parks . . he’s got his shoulders hunched over and is writing in his diary , and he’ll suddenly say something very soft and sad and philosophical  

he feels everything 10000 % of the time . his emotions control him more than he controls his emotions . he’s a bit emotionally inept . if he’s happy , he’s really really enthusiastic . if he’s sad , he’s very very d*pressed . if he’s angry . . he’s downright m*rderous  . he never quite learned how to just feel emotions in a more spoonful type of manner

masks a lot of his suddenly serious moments by breaking out into laughter , or turning it into a joke . he FEELS things a lot , and sometimes if he feels that change in the air - or somebody looking at him differently / uncomfortably , he’ll be like ‘ ah abort abort  ! u overshared , u idiot ! ‘ and he’ll quickly diffuse the situation

as quickly as he can diffuse a situation , he can also ignite it . like i said . . paradoxical boy !

surprisingly always took schoolwork seriously  and was decent at university . considerably average .

in general he describes himself as pretty average , and that’s why he tries so hard to be the funny guy , or be memorable in some capacity to people . he thinks he’s quite forgettable . so he channels that energy towards making ppl smile when he CAN

loves making people laugh . loves it , loves it , loves it . he falls in love with people’s laughter .

he lives by himself and honestly ? he’s a bit of a lonely boy . he KNOWS a lot of people and is quite outgoing and extroverted at times , but he’s the definition of ‘ when your battery runs out of charge ‘ and very quickly just turning into the :| emoji bc he’s done being social for the day

maybe he just wants to be loved . . maybe he just wants to be held

he lowkey is quite self critical and self hating . he has abandonment issues ( his parents just kinda left him super alone as a kid ) and is a sensitive heaux about things at times 

BUT when he’s good, he’s GREAT ! he’s super up up up , super fun , outgoing . he’ll be the life of the party , yelling along to songs , hardly ever gets embarrassed . knows how much he can drink and incapacitate himself . gets messy to a certain degree but tries to keep things under control

will sleep with anyone at any time . . he is a sl*t but also doesn’t like sleeping alone ( what a baby ! ) . so honestly . .  if u wanna get ur heart broken or break his heart . , , , lets go i’m ready ( i don’t do m x m though . . sowwy ! )

draws inspo from steve harrington ( stranger things ) , kevin pearson ( this is us ), nate archibald ( gossip girl )  , jung joon - hyung ( weightlifting fairy kim )

as u can tell i’m still working on him at the moment . i work better crafting characters when i actually rp them u know ? anyways , hi hello i’m g ! i’m 24 , cisfemale , use she / her pronouns . 

i don’t have plots at the moments because i like to work off chemistry too , but PLEASE use me for as much drama as u want . hit me up with anywhere u could see tucker fitting in . literally he is here for all u sexy bitches to use as u desire . 

feel free to im me on discord ! 🌈sugar (g)ay#4182

i work 9-5 , and live in australia so my activity is SCATTERED at the best of times but i’ll always endeavour to reply and match ur enthusiasm !!!

i hope u like him and me !

#roygintro #this is so hastily put together like my entire life #i will get to ALL intros and stuff ASAP but im gonna make dinner real quick hehe