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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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What you think of fetus V who said in front of everyone "You seem to really like men" to Jimin? Youthful ribbing? Or a moment of insensitivity ? FWI saying you like girls or guys? Or calling close same sex friends u a couple? is actually common where am from. This has happened in my friend circle too actually. Except all of us are hets so no one take it seriously. Cant think a closeted person would find it that funny. Jimins lack of denial or even laughing it off always stood out to me tho.

What do I think of that comment?

I think we both know very often when people say they think a man likes men, they mean to say they think that man is Gay and very often when the g-word is used in a sentence, it is not meant as a compliment- imma give it to you straight, no bs. Lol.

The parlance gay and variations of it, in my opinion, is often used ubiquitously and traditionally as a slur slang among ignorant, non-progressive, anti homosexual individuals and is often rooted in malice.

And when malice isn't intended, ridicule is. The sad fact is, people adopt the terminology as ammunition to blatantly attack, dehumanize, belittle and strip away the dignity of queer folks and when the term is used in reference to non queer people it has a similar effect. It degrades them as well through the irony and humor of comparing them to gay people.

Gay jokes, if you will, is a subtle art of passive aggressively slurring gay folks if you think about it. I mean let's be honest.

Personally, I don't think Tae's intentions in that moment were malicious at all. I don't think he blurted out those words with the intension to ridicule Jimin either- stay with me. It will make sense in a bit.

But he called Jimin gay nevertheless. His comment if a joke, I'm afraid, reinforces these bizzare stereotypes of masculinity and promotes toxic rhetorics prevalent especially within Kpop shipping communities where every Male idol interaction is hyper sexualised and romanticized thus, suggesting a man cannot love another man, be affectionate or be fond of them unless they secretly lusted after them and harbored a desire to lay down pipes in their behinds- which, honestly is crazy coming from a guy with a cultural background such as the Korean culture where kinship is commonplace but more on that later.

I think whatever which way we want to look at it, it was an insensitive comment especially if you believe he meant it as a joke. It was definitely not his most woke moment, socially and culturally- and that's putting it lightly.

That 'gay' comment to me is right up there with all the problematic statements some, if not all, of the members have made over the years- the colorism, racist jokes, the ' eww, you too black,' 'akekeke- you too tanned shoo,' implying if you're black or tanned you are ugly. The fat jokes, the misogyny and misogynior- please don't ask me to give you examples of these. I don't want to ruin BTS for you. Lol.

There are commentaries on these out there on the internet. You can look it up for yourselves- You welcome. Lol.

For the record, BTS have since retracted, acknowledged and apologized for most of these questionable moments throughout the years and so we cannot hold it against them, forever- not to make excuses for them but they are human too. They learn, they unlearn, they make mistakes, they correct them, they grow and as NamJoon said, they really were a bit 'unsophisticated' and rough around the edges in their earlier years- even if it was just five years ago from now, chilee. They is a mess. Lmho.

I think it's all part of the human process honestly- don't worry BTS, I have a lot of space in my heart for y'all to be human and still love ya. Keep going sweeties. Y'all's doing greatness de la grande kind!! Bless y'all.

In V's case he was, since that incident, put as a judge on a show that allegedly featured queer folks and he seemed more welcoming of them than the other judges on the panel, excluding RM of course.

A year later, he would make a song that the LBGTQ plus fraction of Army would rally behind as a highly pro gay song- Stigma, which I find debatable but whatever. I mean, just because JK has stars, clouds and the sky in his lyrics don't make him an astronaut or an environmentalist fighting the good cause for the climate but to each his own.

Stigma was still something, I'll give him that.

Flashforward to five years later, and he would be recommending songs by gay artists, appreciating and promoting gay art and the artists behind them, sporting rainbow outfits, designing a BT21 character that is genderless, incorporating sign language in his speeches- he polished up. Woke the hell up. Politically correct. Yadda yadda yadda.

I think, like some of the others, he too learned his lesson. It's not ok to trivialize the oppression of others or make light of it-

Now that we've gotten the woke bit out of the way, on to our shipping business. Follow me, chop chop. Lol.

Firt of all, I don't think that moment is a big deal. But I find it interesting nonetheless.

Do I think Tae was teasing Jimin in that moment when he made that statement? It's not quite easy as yes or no.

Personally, I think he was clocking him.

This interview was conducted at a point in the timeline where I feel Jimin was shedding his image as the Maknae obsessed hyung in the group. He was coming into his own and embracing himself for who he is and that I think included his sexuality.

Prior to, he had in my opinion, since debut, slipped into the role of the queer jest of the group supplying queer humor and entertainment for listeners at radio shows by offering himself up for ridicule as the 'gay guy' within the group- I hated every bit of it. Lol.

You'd often hear the members refer to him as the one good with the guys, the boy in love with the Maknae- There is still a fraction of Army that see him as this persona but he has since outgrown that label and that phase.

RM was basically the Black jest of the group, offering himself up for ridicule for his darker skin tone right down to his blaccent. Can you do your black accent? They will ask him at interviews and he would proceed to deliver a walmart version of the Black American English. Sigh.

Compared to the previous year where he literally gasped and panicked when the members hinted at his sexuality or made statements that put his sexuality into question, Jimin seemed more in control and mentally prepared during this interview.

When the question was asked of him, the question of why he liked JK, his instincts it seemed was to steer the conversation away from his sexuality- a tactic the rest of the members would employ to avoid discussing Jikook a few months from that interview...

I mean, when Tae asked Jimin on JK's birthday that same year what he wanted to give JK, RM cut in before JM answered. Jimin had done the same thing when in an interview JK was asked if Jimin wasn't his style and JK was stuttering not knowing what to say in response. JM asked him not to answer the question.

When interviewers ask these questions, they do so for entertainment purposes- because who doesn't like gay jokes, amirite?

For heterosexual idols I assume it's not slippery slope for them to engage in these kinds of humor. They can play gay without risking exposing their heterosexuality and when they do play gay it's for jest.

It's not the same for queer idols I think.

Jimin was basically done being the butt of the gay jokes in 2015, he was done selling himself as the JK shit rainbows and I'm the unicorn fixated on him kinda person and it reflected in that conversation.

'I don't like everything about this boy. He ain't all that. But he is the Maknae and he cute so whatever' lol.

Like I said, I think Jimin was steering the conversation away from his sexuality but Tae's comment steered the conversation right back to it. 'I just think he likes men.'

Most South Koreans I've met in person and on the internet spend a considerable amount of time and energy trying to dispel the western notion of gayness projected on to Korean men for their skinship culture.

We like to glamorize gayness in these streets but in reality gay is stigmatized especially in places like South Korea. People don't readily read gay in Male interactions unless they were being homophobic or socially unaware.

To me, Tae's statement was more of an observation about Jimin, one which he felt a need to contribute to the discussion they were having, perhaps to provide insight into the inner workings of Jimin rather than as a joke or jest- or may be he did both.

Jimin managed to avoid opening himself up for the gay jokes and to this Tae then responded, I just think you is gay sir- The emphasis has been mine. Lol.

The thing about Tae is, in the earlier days he used to have a habit of 'exposing' Jimin whenever Jimin told half truths and what not.

For example, in 2014 during an interview when JM was asked what he wanted to do on his free days he had said he wanted to spend time with his family or something and Tae immediately checked him saying he was lying. Jimin then said he wanted to be with Jungkook which had JK fuming.

Was he teasing JM when he called him out for lying about his true desires? May be but I think he meant it too. Know what I mean?

He did the same thing when during their Paris VLive, Jimin got nervous when JK was singing 'know you love me boy, so that I love you,' in the background and Tae asked Jimin if he was nervous. Jimin snapped out of whatever whipped trance he was in and asked 'why would I be nervous' or something along those lines.

Why would Tae assume JM was nervous listening to another man sing? And why would Jimin be nervous in the first place?

And if at an interview Jimin is asked, why don't you like listening to the Maknae sing and JM responded that he is cute but he can't sing and Tae says well I think listening to Jk sing makes him nervous- would that be youthful ribbing or tea? Do you see where I'm going with this?

I see Tae as very observant- If not more observant than Jk. Their jokes are punchier because it is rooted in truth. He is stating his opinion, his observations and when he felt JM's answers were dishonest or inconsistent of his general notion of him, he called him out on that.

It's like him saying JM likes to pretend to be drunk in order to tell Tae he loves him- allegedly. Was it funny, yes. Was it a lie? I don't think so.

Jimin likes to pretend, we been knew. His boyfriend don spilled that tea already. I mean Jk said JM faked being asleep when he noticed the cameras filming him. He said also JM knows he is cute so sometimes he intentionally acts cute.

Tae used to tease Jimin a lot- hell he still teases him a lot to this day. Lol. Had Jimin looking at the back of his head like he wanted to quick punch him in the throat in the recent run, chilee. Lmho.

But you gotta ask, where is the lie in all those jokes?

The question I ask myself, and I think we ought to ask ourselves as shippers is, what about Jimin gave Tae that impression of him in the first place?

What made Tae, coming from a culture and background where 'gay' is a taboo and skinship is prevalent assume that if Jimin liked JK then it was because he liked men or was gay?

Even if Tae meant it as a Joke- no one laughed. Lol. That awkward silence that ensued... now that's how you know he had deadass made a 'gay comment' for real. Lmho.

They were all silent, waiting for JM's response and only laughed when JM responded to Tae- isn't that how it usually goes when you are the one queer person at the het dinner table? The tasteless jokes, awkward silences and stares? Just me? Oh, never mind then. Keep reading. Lol.

Imagine if JM hadn't responded or had gay panicked like he did a year before that interview, when RM revealed JK had been sneaking into JM's bed at night?

Dude was legit ready to throw JK under the bus had it not been for the shady camera guy behind the cameras. Deadass, Jimin was pointing accusing fingers at JK and everything- so much for gay love. Lmho.

The question still remains, what makes you look at your heterosexual friend and go- hey, that's gay. Think about it.

If Tae thought Jimin liked men, even as a joke, it's probably because Jimin had been giving him a reason or reasons to believe he actually liked boys beyond the usual daily doze of gay prevalent within K-culture.

It's similar to JK feeling uncomfortable when Jimin in 2014 described their relationship as one between love and friendship. Jimin responding with male friends can love eachother too without being gay would imply JK was interpreting his words and actions towards him as laced with romantic and sexual subtext or intent.

Now why would JK assume this if men touching men and feeling up on eachother in their culture was a normal thing?

There are gay men in Korea you know?

Tae and Kook were both hyper aware and curious of Jimin's sexuality in that period- for different reasons of course. In my opinion.

Not sure if Jimin's androgynous features played a role in these suspicions and assumptions they had of him in the early days because androgynousity in men is often ignorantly profiled and stereotyped as queer.

Tae seemed convinced JM was queer at least and JK was projecting his own queerness on to Jimin a lot- cough, cough.

It seemed to me also that Tae for whatever reason had the impression JM had a thing for him? I'll save my VMin agenda for delulu Fridays but chilee I don't know, Jimin has been on an agenda to friendzone that man since those manly mans thawed off his chest. Lol.

VMIN... ok.

I mean Jimin's response to Tae was more to deflate Tae's ego than to deflect or evade the issue and I wonder why. 'You are so full of yourself' 'I may like men, but I don't like you' and Tae responds with 'really' as if he's been challenged or dared- ever had your straight friends assume you like them just because you are queer?

Anywho, for whatever reason, Jimin seemed to be the only member in the group around the early days whose words and actions were put through the queer litmus test.

Also, I think a distinction ought to be made between calling two same sex friends a couple and calling them gay.

Calling two friends a couple is inconsequential- except when their sexuality is on the line. Calling two same sex friends you know are straight a couple is nothing but a gay joke.

BTS do this all the time. Jimin called Namjin a couple, Tae kook a couple, himself and Suga a couple, himself and JK a couple.

Jk has equally referred to others within the group as a couple, made heart signs above them, and have even held his chest and said he never thought he would fall for a guy.

In none of these instances did he or any of them imply that they or the persons they were referring to were queer or liked men and I wouldn't make much of such comments.

When JK was called out for gifting a present to Jimin and not the others, Tae teased JK as well and his gestures implied to me, 'it's ok to like him, I know you like him, you like JM don't you, uWu' and other variations of these.

But he in no way hinted at the sexuality of JK explicitly or implicitly- not in a way that prompts a response or rebuttal from JK like it did in Jimin's case.

I guess what I'm saying is that, that moment is nothing but something at the same time. You look at Tae's personality and his reputation within the group as the one with no filter who blurts out things that often has BTS running helter skelter- that 'I want to see your children" comment at Festa almost gave RM an aneurysm. Lmho.

Then they had to literally take his mic away from him when he started talking about meeting a pretty chick or something at a fansigns.

You consider the history between him and Jimin, the context behind that comment and the things that was said after that comment- the interviewer said 'well JK is really handsome...' which means he took the 'joke' Tae had made to mean JM had romantic interest in JK- something I feel JM was trying to avoid.

I don't think Tae meant anything by it. I don't think he knew at the time JM was queer but I do believe he suspected he was.

Hope this helps,

Signed,

GOLDY

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One//

Part Two: Weight of the World

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Controlling Behaviour (18+ Only)

Word Count: 3k

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse (Theme through out)

Y/N was the first to wake that morning; quietly groaning, as she turned over in their shared bed. Her throat was sore and tight, her hand throbbed, from the night previous. Y/N peeked one of her eyes open, to see that thankfully, Brock was still asleep.

Crawling out of bed, she hobbled to the bathroom, where she was quick to apply a light layer of makeup, to the swelling on her cheeks, as she knew that if Brock saw it, then he would feel bad, and Y/N knew what happened when Brock felt bad.

When it came to brush her teeth she hissed, after she momentarily forgot about her injured hand, only to be painfully reminded, when she tried to squeeze some toothpaste onto her brush. By a quick examination, the small speckles of blood that had seeped through the layers of bandage, indicated that her stitches had most likely been ruptured.

While she stared at the dressing her mind was cast back, to the evening prior, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she remembers the humiliation Brock had caused her, when he decided to act out in the ER. Y/N remembers the doctor that had tried to get her to open up:

‘What was his name again…’

Y/N thought hard, but it came to nothing, she shook her head, of the thoughts, not wanting to spend too long in dream land. Glancing back at her hand, she sighed, knowing she would need to get her wound redressed, her gut sank at the idea.

Deciding to worry about that later, she crept out of their bedroom, heading downstairs, towards the kitchen, where the broken glass was still left on the floor; abandoned, fragments of it still stained with blood.

‘ “Please Brock, he’s just a friend from school, I haven’t spoken to him in years, I don’t know why he would send a request.” Y/N backed into the kitchen, as Brock held her phone, in his hand, as he continued to scroll through her Facebook friends.

“Really, whore,” Y/N flinched at the insult, and took cover behind the kitchen island, “who the fuck is Josh Grimes? Tom Rigby? Alex West? Huh, who are these men. Have you been sleeping with them behind my back, am I not good enough for you, bitch?”

Brock had rounded the corner now, and had begun to stalk towards Y/N, she cowered away, trying to appear as less confrontational as possible.

“No, no, no of course not, baby. I love you; I love you so much, please don’t shout at me.” Y/N grovelled, looking at Brock with pleading eyes, “they’re just friends from work, or school, I don’t really know them.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, if I want to shout at you, then I’m going to fucking shout at you, got it!” Brock roared, and Y/N continued to recoil, “And if you don’t know them, then why, the fuck, are they on your Facebook, why did you except their requests if you don’t know them, what did I teach you about strangers?” Brock lectured cruelly.

“I don’t know, just give me the phone and I’ll delete them,” Y/N reached for the phone, but Brock held it away from Y/N, “Brock please, I’ll just delete them, block them if I have to.”

“Are you telling me what to do again, huh are you trying to tell me what to do?” Brock spoke slowly, barely a whisper, it made Y/N tremble with fear, Y/N tried once again to reach for the phone, but Brock still held it out above his head, enjoying watching her struggle, and the way her outstretched fingers jittered.

“No I won’t, I promise…just…please…” Y/N strained the words, as she desperately tried to retrieve her phone, “please…give me…the..ah!”

SMASH

Before Y/N could think, Brock shoved her away, causing her to go crashing to the floor, in a desperate attempt to stay stood up, she had swept her arm along the kitchen surfaces, hoping to find something to cling onto. Instead she took a few of the glasses that were resting on the side with her, in her fall. Making them smash on the floor, which gave her, a jagged and sharp mattress to land on.

Y/N shrieked in pain, as the glass pieced its way into her skin. ‘

Y/N shook at the memory, as she used the dustpan and brush, to sweep up her mess, before Brock could wake up and see it.

Turning to the stove she began to make, herself and Brock some breakfast, before he had to go to work. Her breathing hitched when a strong bicep circled her waist, pulling her into a warm body.

“Hey baby, breakfast smells good.” Brock kissed along her neck, and Y/N tried to pull away from him, “don’t be like that.” Brock pulled her closer trapping her in his arms.

“Look I’m sorry about pushing you last night, I shouldn’t have done it.” Brock apologised like he always did, and Y/N leaned back into his chest, “but you’ve deleted those guys, haven’t you?”

The vice like grip on Y/N’s hips tightened, and she was almost struggling to breath.

“Of course, I did, honey.” Y/N managed to struggle out, through the shortness of breath.

“Good,” Brock pecked her cheek, releasing his grip, “you know I only do these things to protect you, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I know, baby, I’m lucky to have a man like you looking after me.” Y/N turned in Brock’s arms, pressing her lips to his.

“Damn right.” Brock slapped her ass, and she cringed at the sting, but didn’t let it bother her too much, and just continued to plate up, both of their breakfasts.

Brock didn’t mention the events at the hospital, didn’t even bring up what happened when you came home from the ER, he just began to shovel the eggs and bacon into his mouth.

“I’m going to be late home, I’ve got a really busy day at the office, you gonna be okay, making your own way home from work?” Brock spoke through a mouthful of food, and Y/N had to hide the grimace that she wanted to make.

“Yeah I’ll be fine, I’ll just take the subway.” She smiled, picking around her own breakfast, not really having much of an appetite.

“You sure? It can get a little scary?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Nothing’s as scary as you’

“Yeah I’ll be all good.” Y/N spoke over her own mind, pushing that thought aside, along with the mushrooms and beans, that she left scattered across her plate.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late.” Brock hurried, standing up abruptly, grabbing his briefcase, just before he ran out of the door, he bent down and kissed Y/N on the forehead, “bye baby, I’ll see you later, be good.”

When the sound of the front door slammed shut, Y/N slumped back in her seat, rubbing over her face with her normal hand, as she sighed in relief.

~~~~

Steve groaned when the sound of his alarm awoke him, slamming his hand down onto the buzzer to stop the ringing noise.

Turning over, he lifted the sheets over his head, pushing his head further under his pillow and closing his eyes, hoping for a few more hours sleep. However, his hopes vanished when the pounding on his bedroom door, startled him awake.

“Come on, get up. We’re going to get breakfast/lunch and most likely /dinner.” The voice of his best friend, echoed through the door, and Steve groaned once more into the mattress, as he pulled the pillow tighter over his head.

Steve remained unmoved, even when the sound of the door handle being turned, squeaked into the room.

Steve yelped when the sheets were torn off of him and he curled into a ball to combat the cold.

“Come on, Steve. Or I��ll wake you up with a prostate exam.” Bucky joked, and Steve’s eyes widened when he heard the snap of latex gloves, looking out from under his pillow.

Bucky stood in just his boxer short, wearing a pair of white latex gloves, and a mischievous grin.

“Try it, I dare you.” Steve threatened narrowing his eyes, Bucky did the same, and before either of them knew it, they were engaged in a semi-naked; high noon standoff, and the music for The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, was playing in both of their heads.

Steve was the first to break, and soon was giggling at the floppy haired, dork, stood in the middle of his room, and Bucky wasn’t far behind, as he too began to chuckle.

“But seriously get up, me and Banner are starving, and you know how Bruce get when he’s hangry.” Bucky jested, as he walked out of Steve’s room, “we don’t like him when he’s hangry.”

Steve rolled off the now bare mattress and looked at his phone to check the time.

12:30pm

Not bad, few hours sleep for an ER doctor that should have finished his shift at 12:00am but ended up finishing at 3:00am instead. Standard.

Steve and Bucky had two hours, before they were back to work on the ward, so Steve was quick to dress, pulling on a pair of joggers, and an under-armour shirt, that would go over his scrubs later.

The three of them headed into the hub of the city, heading to the Cozy Café, the groups favourite spot to grab what would be their only substantial meal of the day. Soon they would be snacking on the hospital’s finest stale sandwiches and coffee beans.

Whilst they were there, they met with their friend, Sam, who was the Police Captain for the NYPD, he was on lunch. The four of them grabbed a table and began to chow down on the waffles and pancakes.

“So, Bucky told me it got a little hairy in the ER last night, what happened?” Sam looked at Steve, whilst taking a sip of his latte, even though he was out of office, he was still in cop mode.

“Just a couple of drunks, who think Monday’s the new Saturday, nothing new.” Steve shrugged.

“Didn’t look like a drunken dispute, when me and Bruce, had to jump in to save your ass, from that jerk in cubicles.” Bucky reminded Steve, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that girl’s face.”

“What jerk, what girl?” Sam leant forward, resting his knife and fork on his plate, as he listened intently.

“This guy, who came into the ER last night, he was aggressive, and his girl looked terrified.” Bruce explained, “Steve treated the girl for…what was it?”

“She cut her hand on some glass, although I don’t quite believe that story.” Steve told the guys, he pretended like he hadn’t given it a second thought, but in truth, he hadn’t stopped thinking about Y/N since she had run out of the ER. The way she looked at Steve with such fear, when he asked her to take her cardigan off, and the colour of the bruises on her arms, and the repetitive pattern in which they marked her skin.

“Did the guy leave a name?” By now Sam had pulled out a pen and was scribbling notes onto a napkin.

“Rumlow?” Steve said, and Sam looked at him like he knew something that Steve didn’t.

“Brock Rumlow?” Sam asked, pulling out his phone.

“Err…yeah I think that’s what she called him.” Steve had put his cutlery down, and was now leaning up onto his elbows, “why do you know him?”

“Know him…” Sam snorted, and Steve tilted his head, “I’ve worked with him.” Sam turned his mobile round, to show him the screen.

Steve’s eyes widened, as he read the information on the google page.

“Brock Rumlow, solicitor for S.H.I.E.L.D Legal Firm, wins ‘Not Guilty’ plea for known mobster, Alexander Pierce.”

Steve knew it was the Rumlow he had met in the ER, same dark menacing eyes, the twisted grin on his face resembled the sneer that he had given Steve.

“Fuck me.” Bucky choked on his waffle as he had finished reading the same page as Steve, “no wonder the guy was such a prick, he practically runs New York, or knows people, who does.”

“He’s a damn good lawyer, but true he is a prick. I always thought there was something a little funky with the dude.” Sam turned his phone off and stuffed the napkin he’d been writing into his pocket.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, his mind raced as he thought about Y/N, that’s why she was so compliant, why she let him walk all over her. The guy probably new the law like the back of his hand, every loophole and excuse.

“I don’t know, he was working with this guy, who I’d been after for months, murder, robbery, sexual assault, you name it the guy had probably done it. Me and the guys at the station were sure we had him, legit we had been working for years to try and catch this guy.”

“But…” Bucky pressed growing impatient.

“But…the guy was loaded, because of his criminal enterprise, he could afford Rumlow’s fee, which ain’t cheap by the way, and got off,” Sam sighed, and took a heavy sip of his coffee, like it was a hefty glass of bourbon, “completely cleared of all charges. Mayor T’Challa was furious, that was certainly a frosty meeting.”

“Jeez, but what made you think he was off?” Bruce questioned, having listened to everything that had been said.

“Well I saw him after the court was dismissed, and I don’t know he just seemed…off.” Sam thought hard as he tried to remember that day.

“Off how?” Steve pushed, he’d stopped eating and drinking completely, wholly absorbed in the conversation, all he could see in his mind was Y/N’s frightened eyes.

“Like despite being in a room full of Mobsters, and criminal masterminds, he knew he was the most powerful guy in the room.” Sam’s words made Steve’s blood run cold.

~~~~~

“What happened to your hand?” Hope asked you, as Y/N winced when she began folding up the mats, Hope had just used for her martial arts class.

“Oh…” Y/N stammered for a moment, caught slightly off-guard from the question, “I cut myself, chopping up some veggies for mine and Brock’s dinner.”

If there was one thing that Y/N had learned in the year and half, her and Brock had been together, was how to lie. Hope grimaced, meaning she took what Y/N was saying to be the truth.

“Oof, nasty.”

“Mmmhmm.” Y/N hummed, tuning out of their conversation, while she packed away the rest of the gym equipment.

Y/N had worked at ‘Antman 2 Superman’ gym, for over 2 years, she had always been shy, so had never really given too much of herself away, that’s why it wasn’t so suspicious, when she became even more of a recluse when she began seeing Brock. People simple saw her as a private person, little did they know, she was crying out for help, she just didn’t know the words to ask for it.

Y/N was so lost in her own little world, she didn’t hear Hope calling her name, until she was waving her hand in front of her face.

“Hello, earth to Y/N, do you want to go?” Hope stood with her hand on her hips, and Y/N tilted her head, left completely confused by what Hope was talking about.

“Sorry, I was-“

“Wasn’t listening?” Hope finished before Y/N could continue.

“Yep…sorry?” Hope smirked as she shook her head at her friend.

“As I was saying, do you want to come out tonight?” Y/N’s heart began to speed up. Yet again she was in another awkward situation, where the answer was going to have to be some amazing concoction of lies, as to why Y/N couldn’t go out.

“But it’s Tuesday,” Y/N stated, hoping that would be a good starting block for her lies; “nowhere decent will be open.”

“There’s a place called the Social Butterfly, on Atlantic Avenue. It’s open six days a week, and there’s a happy hour on Tuesday’s?” Hope tried to entice Y/N.

However, before Y/N could make any more excuses; she wasn’t looking where she was placing a weight, just as Hope realised, she was left helpless, as the rest of the shelf of rubber weights, fell onto Y/N’s foot.

Y/N yelped in pain, pulling it free from the weights, jumping up and down, clutching it in her unbandaged hand.

“Owowowow.” Y/N hopped around in a circle, whilst her foot pulsed. She tried to walk on it, but a shooting pain that spread from the bottom of her foot, all the way to her knee, had her crumbling onto the floor.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Hope yelled, kneeling down next to Y/N, and trying to examine the slightly dented foot.

“Don’t touch it.” Y/N pushed Hope’s hands away, the prodding making it worst.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hope rushed out her apologises, retracting her hands, “we need to take you to Sinai, it could be broken?”

Hope watched as Y/N tried to stumble to her feet, but Y/N failed, and crumpled back onto the floor.

“No, I’m fine, I just need a moment.” Y/N tried to lie, but she cried out once more as she tried once again, to stand.

“Do you want me to call Brock, so he can come and get you?” Hope offered, but Y/N’s head snapped up.

“No.” she stated bluntly, “no, I don’t want to disturb him whilst he’s at work.” She responded more calmly, when she saw Hope become slightly taken aback, by her quick response.

“Well then I’ll take you.” Hope confirmed, helping Y/N to stand, by pulling her arm over her shoulder.

“But what about the gym?” Y/N hurried out, trying to dig her heal in to stop Hope from walking too quickly.

“Hun, I’m dating the owner.” Hope responded flatly, “Besides that; it’s completely dead, it’s 2:30 and the rush starts at 5, I’ll call Luis he can cover us.”

Y/N wasn’t able to protest, because she was quickly ushered out of the small business and into her friend’s car, on her way back to the scene of last night’s crime.

A/N: Could really do with the ‘Antman 2 Superman’ after this lockdown period is over. How y'all coping with quarantine life?

Part Three//

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cherryhanji · 3 years

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vivid

oneshot. hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends au, a travel to other universe au (pfft), bit of angst, purely platonic, female reader

words: 2.4k

warning(s): mention of injury and death(not that serious tho), coarse language, italicized words are in present

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The dismal frown never left your face ever since you woke up four hours ago after you accidentally banged your poor head against the cold tile of your bathroom last night. You thought you'll die at that moment because you were unconscious all night (but you were just overreacting because you were here, mentally cursing the poor coffee for being lukewarm)

Your gaze turn to the window displaying the current state of weather outside your home. "What a gloomy day", you thought. You suddenly remembered your "friend". How warm his smiles are, his laugh that is soft to the ears, how he patiently told you that you were his "childhood bestfriend". You wish you were, but in reality, he's only a product of your vivid dream.

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"What a heavy sleeper, tsk." A voice of a guy woke up your senses, but it is utterly impossible that it is your roommate carrying you because he just left yesterday for their three-day retreat in Incheon. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to focus your vision on the guy gently laying you down to what it seems like a comfortable surface, probably not your bed because it's not that comfortable unlike this one. Once you got a good view of the unfamiliar human being beside you, your mind jolted awake and stand up from where you were lying down. The blonde guy frowning at you, as if you were being weird. Well, this whole thing itself is weird. Just who the hell is the guy and what is he doing in your apar—

Wait. This isn't your apartment. Your apartment is quite messy since it's been a week when you last cleaned it. This one is so neat. The wall decals are too— cute, you think. You were not into wall designs and customization after all.

"What the hell." You mumbled, enough for the guy to hear it because of the proximity between you.

"Yeah, what the hell, Y/N. You know, you were the one who told me we're going to watch a movie. I left a while ago to check for the popcorn, I came back when I heard a thud but it's just you, being a sleepyhead as always." He huffed and flicked your forehead making you grunt and swat his hand away.

"You— how do you know my name and how the hell did I end up here?" You blurted out making him stifle a laugh.

"Y/N, you better stop watching dramas from now on. You know what, stop joking a—"

"I'm not joking around." Something about the seriousness in your voice made the boy stop his banters. Confusion started pooling around his eyes as he stare at you. While you remained silent and impatient, impatient to know what kind of fuss is happening to you right now.

"Now, will you tell me who you are and how did you know my name, and how did I end up in here... I assume this is your apartment." He nodded slowly at your assertion. He cleared his throat and shifted on his seat to fully face you, while you move a bit away from him, feeling awkward at the unfamiliarity of the person. He looks harmless, though. The type of guy you want to befriend. His soft features slowly making you relax, as if you've known him for a long time. But you just don't have any clues about him. Everything. You are clueless.

"Uhm, if you're being serious right now... I'm Hyunjin, your neighbor and your childhood bestfriend. We knew each other since we were seven. We attend the same school, we're inseparable as hell and... You end up here because you texted me last night telling me that you want to watch movies. You fell asleep for like an hour ago then we're here." He shrugged while your mouth just stay agaped, completely stupefied at what he just said. You remembered not having a childhood friend since you were seven, because your parents never let you play with your neighbor's children. You don't remember having someone attending the same school as you. You and your roommate attend different schools.

"Are you okay?" You went out of your trance when Hyunjin asked you softly, not wanting to scare you. His warm hazel orbs soothing your confused mind. It's like his soft gaze made you respond. Your response made him keen, he smiled and gesture to you to wait for him as he stand up from his seat and went somewhere.

While he was gone, you got the chance to fully look at his apartment. Your eyes glued to the one picture displayed on the rack beside his tv set. A picture of a younger version of a boy that you assume was him and "you". You were certain it was you. Because the child looks exactly, exactly as you. The way you dressed when you were a kid. The way you put clips on your hair, it's exactly like the kid on the picture. Your appreciation of the room were cut when Hyunjin went back, a box in his hands.

He placed the box in front of you, your brows morphed from calm to knitted, confused why would he bring a box to you.

"This box contains all the shit we did together, in case you forgot. Open them, and see for yourself." You contemplate at first, but the curiosity made you open the box. Lots of papers, lots of sentimental things a person keeps whenever it holds something dear for them. You see an empty packet of candies inside, surprise to see that it's your favorite candy. You huffed softly when you saw a metal spoon from a restaurant, grabbing it hearing a chuckle from him.

"The fork's with you. Remember that? Six years ago, you gave me a dare to take home those utensils from that restaurant? I almost peed on my pants when the waiter looked at my direction while i'm putting those inside my bag. Good thing I already closed my bag. I gave you the fork for a proof, you told me." He rolled his eyes and chuckle as he recall the memory, but you just smiled, weirded out with your other you's antics. You carefully placed the spoon back and grabbed a folded yellow pad paper with lots of scribbles in it.

"Ah, that one. I asked you some answers because I really don't have any fucking idea that we have a long quiz on Mathematics that time. And being the good best friend you are, you gave me your answers. We were almost caught, but I'm good at hiding." He said and winked. You continue inspecting the contents of the box. Everything have different memories held with them. Every memory your other you made with him. At one point, you wished that you lived in this life. You wish you were your other you. You never experience all these things. You were a loner. You barely had friends and one reason is because you just suck at socializing. Your only roommate is who you consider as a good friend. But not as sentimental as Hyunjin.

"A-are we really that close?" You asked and he just nod in response.

"Uh huh. And no one can separate us. Even our parents." He said and emit a hearty chuckle made you did the same.

"S-sorry..." You mumbled, stopping him from his chuckling. He just tsk-ed and ruffled your hair. You just felt sorry for him, you don't know anything about him, personally. You don't even know his family name, only his first name, and the things he told you that you two did together back then. But you like his warm persona, a kind of friend you wish you had.

"Don't be. You didn't do anything— wait, the popcorn! I almost forgot. Why don't I get them first and let's start this movie marathon, hmm?" He stand up and went to the kitchen to get the popcorn. A feeling of contentment bubbled up your chest. Maybe staying here won't hurt, right? The feeling pf warmth, comfort, and having a good friend (take note, a childhood bestfriend) are all here. Even if it's just a dream. A dream that you wish was reality.

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You were calmly watching a movie that Hyunjin picked himself. The feeling of aloofness already gone, comfort and coziness was more patent especially when you let Hyunjin leaned his head on your shoulders. You smiled as you look down at him, your hands unconsciously ruffling his blonde locks emitting a hum of content from him.

"No wonder you're really you." He said, making you retract your hands from his hair and mumbling sorry to him.

"Tsk. Stop saying sorry, will ya?" He chided, grabbing your hand and placed it back on his hair, your fingers spontaneously fiddling with his soft tresses, the feeling was nice, and you don't want to stop. It seems like you were really the one to do it.

"You love ruffling my hair, remember? Especially when I bleached it. You won't stop running your hands on it. You always tell me how badly you want to bleach yours too but your mom won't allow you." He explained and pinched your cheeks. You just gave him a bonafide smile. You never felt so happy before. With the short span of time you had spent with Hyunjin, having a good buddy is so new to your feeling. It's like you can be you in front of him, no pretense, and you're glad that your other "you" has the same characteristics like yours, it feels like this is really your life, your universe where your "childhood best friend", Hyunjin, exists. At some point, you thought to yourself that you don't like to wake up anymore. That you'll stay here forever in this universe, in this dream, with your friend. Basking in the warm fuzzies you felt as Hyunjin embraced you with platonic affection, like a good friend that he is.

"Hyunjin..." You called him softly, his eyes forming crescents when he finally heard you call him with his first name since you woke up from your "weird sleep". He hummed as he straightened his position from leaning his head on your shoulders. You grinned at him and held his hand with yours, his expression is a bit confused yet his smile never left his lips.

"Uh— I... I just wanna say thank you." You felt your cheeks flushed as his warm orbs stare at you.

"For what? For letting you eat all the popcorn and chicken? Oh no, you don't have to thank me, I know how much of a pig you are." He jested but you just laughed it off, realizing that you ate too much of the food he prepared for the both of you.

"Oh- okay! But, no. That's not what I meant. I mean— thank you... For being a good friend to me. T-thank you for staying with me. Thank you for treating me like I am someone special." You felt his hand squeezed yours affectionately, even though in his point of view, you were being weird today.

"You know, with our years of friendship, even if you don't tell it to me that you're thankful, trust me, I can feel it. And I hope you feel it too, that I'm grateful to have you as my best friend, my confidante— and please" he said and frowned, removing his hands from your grasp, your mind confused at his sudden change of actions.

"Can we stop here? I'm not used to you being so sentimental. So dramatic" he scoffed. You just stifled a laugh as you remember him crying at the movie from a while ago. Dramatic and sentimental huh?

"Wait, who's the one crying over a movie?" You taunted hearing him huffed in defense.

"Why? The movie's genre was drama! And it's really heartbreaking! Gosh! You're not watching, no? The movie's so nice an—" he stopped when you suddenly snaked your arms around him, squeezing him.

"Okay okay Hyunjin! Haha! I-I'm the dramatic one okay? Now, let me stay like this hm? I kinda want to squeeze you right now." You said and snuggle yourself in his warmth more, familiarizing yourself with this comfy feeling. He just huffed and played with your hair, making you a bit sleepy.

"Hmp, admit that you just want to hug me, idiot." He remarked but he just let you. The calm beating of his heart, his hands caressing your locks are like a lullaby that is slowly putting you to sleep, and it successfully did. Hyunjin's warmth made you fall into slumber.

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Your eyes slowly opened, squinting when the strong ray of sunlight passed by your flimsy curtain—

"Thank God you're finally awake, I thought I need to call doctors now." You heard Seungmin's voice from your door. You're back. You're back in your real world. This is the reality where you belong, and at some point, it saddens you. But you need to accept that it was just a dream, a vivid one. A wonderful dream you'll never forget.

"Uh... Y/N? Are you okay?" You jumped when your roommate slowly tapped your shoulder, you just sighed and nodded.

"Hm yeah. Wait- you're supposed to be in Incheon for three days right? Why are you here? It's already done?" He just frowned and shrugged.

"Well, the school cancelled it because of the weather. I went back last night, and I saw you lying on the bathroom floor, you know what, I outright panicked. But you're still breathing and it seems like you fell asleep, so I brought you here." He said and you just nod slowly. Remembering nothing after you slipped, only your dream with your friend.

"Uh, thanks. I slipped and banged my head on the floor. The impact is kinda hard but, I'm okay now." You said and fished for your phone to check the time.

"You sure?" He insisted and you just nod.

"Okay then. Oh— I prepared some breakfast for you. I already ate, I don't want to wake you up so–" he smiled sheepishly making you smile.

"It's okay Seung. Thanks." He just nod and smiled before leaving you alone to prepare.

That short time with Hyunjin was a nice journey. You can still feel the warmth, Hyunjin's hearty smile, his welcoming persona. You wish that in this reality, you'll also meet a person like him. You'll also meet the "Hyunjin" here in your own universe, not only in your dreams.

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smalltragedy · 3 years

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* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hi im just reposting gabe’s intro bc its been a very long time n im starting a little fresh hehe. yes i do regret the text color bt im not going back.

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: bisexual (masc-leaning).

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances.

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay!

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years.

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost.

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.

#irvingintro #violence tw #(more of a brief mention)#bt still #jst reposting bc its been so long JFGDHFDSGSLFKG

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lemonietrinket · 4 years

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Jae’s Divine Intervention ||| Wonpil x Reader, Jae & Reader

Summary: Jae finds out about your crush on Wonpil and naturally takes the mick out of you. And when you get to play detective, you find out he’s perhaps more supportive than you would normally imagine. Genre: Humour, fluff [if you guys dont find this funny then i... its just me] Warning(s): Some cursing all done in jest (2x sh*t) Word Count: 7735 Theme Song: Tonight - The Solutions; Dive - iKON; Hold - Winner AN: A request from anon, hope you enjoy! I’m sorry it took a while, it’s a lot longer than I usually write tho so I hope that makes up for it gender neutral reader

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“Wonpil?!”

“Jae, I swear to christ—”

“Wonpil?!” Jae’s voice was rising in pitch by the second, a look of astounded horror on his face.

“Yes, Wonpil, what’s so—”

“Our keys? The snake? Our snake that plays the keys?”

“Really, you’re still using that? That’s like, three years old Jae—”

“You—you took one look at the pink sweater and went hmmm, yes, this is the hot stuff, real sexy—”

“Jae!”

“—any man that wears this I will date him on the spot—!”

“Jae!”

The man cackled, leaning right back into his gaming chair with his head tipped over the side. “Oh my god this is just...!”

You pressed your tongue to your cheek, waiting for the grown man to gather himself up. Though, knowing Jae, it could well take a while. “You finished?”

He swung back, elbows coming to his knees with his eyes incredulous. “Kim Wonpil?”

“Yes.”

“Not Brian?”

“Why would it be Brian?”

He inhaled through his teeth, tutting. “It’s always Brian. And then, of course, yours truly.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “I regret ever talking to you.”

He sat back, sending you a smirk. “Nahh, you would never regret me.”

“Can we just go back to discussing like, dinner tonight?” you glanced distastefully around at his room, taking note of the pile of laundry abandoned by his wardrobe. “Like I came into your lair for in the first place?”

“Hey, easy there—!”

“Honestly Sungjin would have a fit if he comes in here,” you announced, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Well it’s a good job he isn’t coming in here.” Jae easily met your stare, pursing his lips, knowing full well that starting a battle with him would be the hardest you could try to win in the dorm. You backed down, but didn’t shy away from his stare as he pressed his fingertips together, taking on the role of a faux mastermind, “But no, dinner can wait, because this—this—is much more intriguing.”

Taking in the nod of his head, and the smug grin on his features, you realised that you weren’t going to escape as you’d hoped. Might as well be comfortable.

“Now,” he began once you took a seat on his bed, flicking a rogue sock to the floor, “start from the beginning. When did you realise that you were hopelessly in love with this, Mr Kim.”

“Since when was this an interrogation?” you interjected. “Also I am not ‘hopelessly in love’!”

“Infatuated?”

“No!”

“Lovesick?”

“Not a bit!”

“Helplessly inclined on the edge of your seat to hang upon his every little word?”

You didn’t even answer him that time and merely glared at him.

He nodded pensively, patting a finger against his chin as he murmured, “In denial, interesting...”

“What?!”

He changed tact. “Do you not know the exact time for your realisation for your deep feelings?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” you sulked, folding your arms crossly. He let out a quiet ‘aww’, which you ignored to the best of your capacity. “What has gotten into you?”

“I’m just trying to work out if you are,” he cleared his throat, “fit for my closest colleague and good friend. After all, we’ve been through so much, I wouldn’t want any harm to come to him—”

There were many things wrong to his wistful, jesting sentence, but there was one thing that you had to refute: “Last week you told Sungjin you would sell Pillie out for half a churro.”

His smart mouth stopped for a few seconds, and you figured briefly that you’d perhaps won and could leave. Alas, you were mistaken.

“Refers to Mr Kim as ‘Pillie’, indicating a very special degree of endearment, interesting...”

You groaned, falling back onto the rest of the mattress, asking the world what you’d done to deserve this.

Truth be told, Jae wasn’t worried for his bandmate or you in the slightest. Hearing your accidental slip of your feelings, everything seemed to come together at once and fit like two missing jigsaw pieces. You both had traits that accentuated the other, and you got along so well. If you two got together, he discerned, there would be few power couples that could compete.

He didn’t understand shipping culture, but this was perhaps his one exception. It just made sense! His soft charms next to your harder ones, your sense next to his sunny optimism, the both of you still sharing much in common.

“Six months,” you suddenly admitted.

“Hmm?”

“My, you do delight in my torment,” you grumbled before shooting him a look that softened as you continued, the memory trickling to the surface and making it impossible for you to not smile. “I’ve liked him for six months. It hit me when he fell asleep on my shoulder on our trip up to Incheon.”

One of those shared things being bouts of shyness.

He decided in that moment that it was time for some divine intervention.

“That’s a long time ago,” he mentioned, “and you haven’t done anything about it?”

“How could I?” you countered, though it was more sad than feisty. “How do I confess to the gentlest, happiest soul? How am I supposed to even know if he likes me back? He’s cuddly with everyone, you know.”

One glance at your crestfallen eyes that shone through your little chuckle lit a spark in his head.

“Don’t you worry, Y/N. God works in mysterious ways,” he reassured, sending you a wink.

And so began the grand unravelling of The Great Jae’s plan.

Step 1: Establish if the Feelings are Mutual

The first step, as Jae understood it, was crucial—nothing else could be done until he knew if the keyboardist also had a whopping crush on his friend. And they had made some fair points about how hard it would be to calculate whether Wonpil was just being friendly affectionate or more than that.

So, to get the answer cleanly without collateral, Jae concocted a plan so cunning he could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.

The next day, Jae slipped into the practice room, after locating his whereabouts through a super secret and effective method dubbed as ‘asking Sungjin’. He strode up to the keyboard set where the younger was staring intently at one of the keys, swiftly adopting a confident stance—he would not be swayed by any sneak attacks, and especially not attempted deflections with puppy eyes: a weapon he knew his bandmate was highly proficient in.

Hearing him mumbling about whether they should invent a H note, Jae made the choice to enact Step 1, taking advantage of the possible surprise characteristic.

“Wonpil, do you like Y/N?”

Peering up with his classic bright smile, Wonpil answered him swiftly, “Yeah!”

Jae frowned, the response seeming too quick. He had to comprehend it as a misunderstanding of his question. He pressed the charge. “Well, yeah, I figured you liked them, but I meant it as in more of a—”

“I know how you meant it, hyung,” he looked back at the keys, testing a C tentatively.

“Oh.” Jae was surprised to say the least. “How did you...?”

“I’ve been waiting for one of you to ask me,” he explained poutily, “you always seemed to tease me about it when I didn’t have someone, and then as soon as I actually fell, not a peep.”

Jae had to admit that the entire exchange had caught him off guard, as he became distinctly aware of how slowly the cogs were turning in his head. “You were... waiting?”

He nodded urgently at the sound board, twisting a dial as he held his ear closer to the instrument.

“You know the sound isn’t on right?”

“The key is squeaky.”

“Oh.”

“Of course I was waiting,” Wonpil replied simply, taking a simpering pause, “aren’t you going to ask me?”

Jae watched as the younger suddenly sat up and swung himself to look at the legs of his keyboard stand, giving them a good wobble. There was no doubt a squeak then.

“Ask what, about what you like about them?” he suggested, not really sure himself.

“Finally!” The younger threw himself back out from underneath the instrument. “Everything, hyung, I think I’m actually in love! Their laugh, their kindness, their eyes, their jokes—I feel like I’m going to burst whenever I see them, like into just, laughter, I can’t stop smiling, I just want to hug them and kiss their nose...” When he knocked his head back up to him, his smile was even brighter, his cheeks lightly blushed. “Is this what Younghyun-hyung means when he says that love hurts?”

Jae was more than happy to hear proof—it meant Step 1 was a success after all—but hearing the sap did mean he had to hide his grimace. But now he was presented with a more severe problem, as he knew full well that wasn’t what the bassist, who could dip into the realms of emo territory, meant at all by that phrase.

It didn’t mean he was going to explain it. Especially seeing those eyes brimming with adoration for his closest friend—he cursed at himself giving into the puppy eyes after all.

“Yeah, probably,” he answered vaguely, opting to change the subject, “well, I’d better be off, thanks!”

“Hey, hyung, where do you think you’re going?” Wonpil called after him as he attempted to make a tactical retreat, having gathered the information he needed.

Jae turned around, lying through his teeth as his brain searched for an excuse. “I... well, I need to go and do...”

“Without wishing me good luck on fixing my keyboard stand?” he enquired, pouting childishly from the other side of the room.

“Good luck...?”

“Ok, you can go!” he announced, sending a wave. “Bye!”

And with that, Jae exited the practice room, frowning at his reflection in the glass of the window as he passed through. Wonpil was strange sometimes, that was for sure.

It didn’t matter in the long run though, it was going to be your problem soon rather than his—a thought that elicited a snicker from him—and with Step 1 complete, he could proceed to Step 2.

Step 2: Create the Confession Arrangement

Jae had figured that the third step would have required the most work, but he had be drastically wrong. He’d presumed coming up with the perfect scenario for a confession would have been easy, but once he’d sat down in the living room to think in peace, an hour later he found himself lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, without a single idea in his head.

Chasing the tails of all the ideas that taunted him and skipped just out of reach every time in his head, he barely heard the sound of someone else entering the fray. And he would have continued to have done, had the newcomer not come to stand beside him and peered over his sprawled body.

“Hyung, are you ok?”

The deep voice snapped his eyes from where they were transfixed on the ceiling to the cherubic face of Dowoon, currently in the process of devouring a pretzel.

Jae snorted, still barely comprehending his presence. “Of course.”

The younger tilted his head to see him somewhat the correct way up. “Are you sure? You’re laying on the floor.”

“I am aware, and yes, a hundred percent,” he answered, putting on a confident front as best he could, “this, young padawan, is the sight of a master at work.”

Dowoon hummed in an agreement of sorts, “Oh, right.” He took a deep bite of the sweet dough. “What are you working on?”

Jae finally recognised the notable rustling of a paper packet, his eyes falling to the treat. “I am devising the most wondrous plan the world has seen to—is that my vanilla pretzel?”

“No.”

He said it so quick and devoid of emotion there was no way to tell whether it was a lie or not. Jae was left peering up at the man as he took another bite, who sent him a thumbs up as a form of endorsement. “Right. Well... I am devising a plan that will get Wonpil and Y/N to admit their feelings for one another and finally unite as the planet’s best ship and sail off into the distance together!” A victorious grin on his lips, he looked like a man that had already found success. “I have already completed Step 1 with peak success, now I must move to Step 2 and—”

“What was Step 1?”

“Finding out whether their feelings were mutual, of course!” Jae guffawed, surprised that Dowoon could not connect the two dots.

He peered over to him again to see him frowning as he angled himself to take the final bite of the pretzel. Before he could ask what the matter was, he preempted him, stating, “You didn’t know?”

That caught the eldest off guard. “What?”

“You didn’t know that they both like each other?” he glanced towards him, eyes expectant as he shoved the dough past his lips. “I thought everyone knew.”

“Well, I...” Jae coughed, quickly covering his back, “...there’s a difference between assumption and ascertaining proof, maknae. Now that I have evidence I may move onto Step 2.”

“And that is?”

Jae caught the tone of curiosity this time in the intonation of the man’s deep voice, making note to take advantage of it as soon as possible. “Create the confession arrangement. I must make a scenario where the only possible eventuality is that the two confess to one another their true feelings.”

Dowoon nodded, licking his fingertips free of leftover sugar.

“You wanna help?” he enquired, angling his head to get a better view of his band mate’s features, waiting for the smile to arise.

“Sure.” Discarding the paper bag on the coffee table nearby, he lowered himself to the floor, laying on his back and mimicking his elder.

“Good choice,” Jae clapped, turning his attention back to the ceiling.

“What ideas have you got so far, then?” Dowoon began, drumming his fingers against his stomach as he followed suit.

“Well...” Panic filtered through Jae’s system, as he suddenly realised he didn’t have even the tiniest beginnings of a thread to follow, let alone a part of a suggestion. “We could lock them in a room,” his mouth said before his brain could catch up. He cursed to himself in his head. No, that was stupid. It was so inhumane!

“What, like an escape room scenario?”

Jae’s head immediately tilted towards the man lying beside him. Yoon Dowoon, as things turned out, was a secret genius.

Without warning, he laughed, getting to his feet and grabbing the younger by his hand to pull him up after him. “Yes! Exactly like an escape room!” He held him by the shoulders and asked, “Do you have any ideas for any puzzles? Or riddles? Could be an anagram, or a pattern somehow, maybe general knowledge based?”

Dowoon thought long and hard for a moment, and it showed on his face, his dark eyes going wide as his jaw dropped. “No, but I know where to get the keys to the locks on the doors.”

Their eyes met for a good few seconds as Jae mulled over the decision of whether to bring up how he had obtained such knowledge. He finally rationalised he’d ask at another less frantic time.

“Great!” he exclaimed, before ordering, “You go sort that. I’ll go get some pens and paper. Be quick!”

And so Step 2 was in motion.

Step 3: Organise the Confession Arrangement

“Ok, listen up soldiers,” Jae declared, “because here’s the plan.”

He was stood at the front of the work room beside a board that he’d stolen from the marketing block, proudly displaying a rudimentary plan of the dormitory and accompanied by several haphazard arrows drawn in a dying pen. He overlooked the rest of the room courageously, eyeing up his gang of abductees volunteers, who merely stared at him confusedly in return.

“Why am I here, again?” Sungjin suddenly enquired, glancing around the room. “This surely is one of those Things-We-Don’t-Tell-Sungjin-About things, right? I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to know about this.”

“But none of us do...!” Jae uttered, rolling his palms to encourage the others to catch onto his meaning. They didn’t. “None of us know about it, yeah? Because none of us did it!”

“But that makes no sense,” Sungjin rationalised immediately, “because someone will have had to have set all the puzzles up?”

Jae didn’t have an answer to that. To both a blessing and a curse, however, he didn’t have to reply to that question. He just got another one in its place.

“I’m sorry, wait, what are we even doing?” Younghyun interjected, glaring at the hastily dictated plan with a curled lip.

“Getting Wonpil and Y/N together, we’ve been over this, Brian.”

“Surely they can just... do it themselves though, right?” Sungjin countered, squinting at the header of the board. “It really doesn’t require an all-out, multi-step plan—is this Step 3?”

“Good to see you’re checking the diagram,” Jae retorted.

Younghyun’s voice was incredulous, “How many steps are there?!”

“Four.” It was Dowoon’s turn to interrupt, it seemed, and he piped up fluidly before Jae could try to regain any control upon the late night board meeting.

“What were steps 1 and 2?!”

“Step 2 was inventing this beautiful idea,” Jae started.

Only for Dowoon to finish, “Step 1 was him working out if Wonpil liked Y/N back.”

It was their turn to eye Jae up in disbelief, a chorus erupting:

“You didn’t know?!”

“How can you’ve not known?!”

“All he does is pine after them...!”

“Alright alright!” Jae called, pleading for the three to settle. To his fortune they did, but most likely only out of the prospective joy of him further making a fool of himself. “The past steps don’t matter, I need your help now to complete Step 3. You will all reap the benefits of Step 4, when this is all a success because—as you said—all Wonpil does is pine after Y/N. This,” he pointed assertively to the diagram, “will put a stop to all that!”

Silence settled over the room as the three all glanced at each other, all nodding in some form in agreement.

Jae took the chance and continued, his hand laying out the directions on the board as he spoke, “So, all we have to is move Wonpil to Y/N’s room, and set up the puzzles in there. Sungjin, Dowoon, you’re on set-up, Brian you’re on lift duty. It is all objectively simple, but one wrong move could wake either of them up thus exposing the entire ploy and I’ve yet to come up with an excuse so you’ll be on your own.”

“Of course,” Younghyun muttered, not even bothering to look Jae in the eye to convey the sense of how done he was.

“You’re not helping?” Dowoon piped up, his soft features portraying a slight hue of hurt.

“I can’t, Y/N already expects me. If I’m caught then there’s zero opportunity of a follow up plan—at least one that features me,” Jae explained, ignoring the mumbles of ‘perhaps it would be better that way’ that echoed around the room. He shot a look to the one he suspected the most of being the owner of said grumblings, watching as he leant back in his chair.

“Can this not at least wait ‘til tomorrow?” Younghyun requested, emphasising his point with a yawn.

“No! Y/N is out Saturday, and regardless we must strike while the iron is hot!”

This sent the energy of the room from benevolent boredom to startled flurry.

“It’s happening right now?!” The leader desperately looked to the eldest for reassurance that this was most certainly not the case, only to find none.

“Yep,” he stated, a shrug on his shoulders and a smirk on his lips. “Once you’re done, you make sure you leave no trace of yourselves and lock the door. Leave the key on the living room table and then you may return to your own rooms and do what you wish—as long as there is no noise. If their sleep is interrupted, the plan could quickly go south,” he finished with a clap, “now, positions everyone! And good luck!”

With only a few groans, the three practically sprung into action, much to Jae’s surprise. Dowoon piled up the props and prompts riddled with such in his arms, Sungjin holding the door for him and Younghyun who both head out in quick succession.

“Thank you, Sungjin,” Jae called to the door. He received an expression of many emotions—disdain, disbelief, bemusement—all around a set of very bright eyes. He exhaled abruptly in what was a laugh that demonstrated that mixture, before leaving with the shake of his head.

It was showtime.

You awoke gradually to the sun streaming through the wide gap between the curtains. Groaning, you cursed to yourself about how you’d forgotten to close them the night before.

After admitting that if you wanted to go back to sleep or even just lay in your bed in peace for a bit longer the curtains would have to close, you sat up, only to swear you had shut them the night before.

Rolling out of the covers dozily, you hobbled over to the window, squinting against the light, where upon the curtain tie you found a piece of paper dictating a series of hand-drawn triangles in shades of pink, grey and white. Rubbing your eyes you tried to detach it, only to find it secured with string.

Feeling confusion flush through your bones as quickly as the sleep left them, you looked across the room to see another sheet of thin card this time, roughly torn at the corner and branded with a giant, rounded, crimson splodge adorned with a malformed triangle of green.

Both thoughtless and speechless in entirety, your eyes frantically searched the room for further signs of intrusion. To your disturbance you found your room littered with rudimentary placards, decorated with strange arrows directing to one another, or strange looped calligraphy. One was stuck crudely to a Star Wars shopping bag, and as much as you enjoyed The Rise of Skywalker, you definitely did not have a bag for it. Another was blatantly an anagram. Making the mistake of looking up you were confronted with a gigantic poster of a film with the title and cast heading covered by MS Paint swirls. The image depicted seemed familiar, but it didn’t make their staring faces any less intimidating as they glared at you from your ceiling. It was as if you’d walked into a nightmare that was haunted by puzzless.

“What the actual, ever loving f—” Your voice cut off as soon as your gaze finally rested back upon your bed. Only to find someone else in it.

Thoroughly creeped out, your brain ricocheting through thoughts and questions like they were caught in a hurricane—who is that, how long have they been there, they were sleeping right next to me, they snuck into my room, is it a sasaeng, did they do anything—you were ready to charge towards the door and yell your lungs out for help.

Until the figure shifted in their sleep, their arms thrown up cutely by their head which peaked out from behind the duvet. It was Wonpil.

Breath catching in your throat, your hand clasped itself to your mouth in an effort to not shriek in surprise more than anything.

You’d shared your bed with Wonpil. He’d been right beside you, his beautiful face just inches from yours, sleeping peacefully with his hands sweetly gripping the covers and his adorable little snores—

Your heart lurched at the image your mind conjured, for it to then crash over the fact that he had the audacity to sneak into your room. The conundrum before you left you in turmoil—you couldn’t believe that you’d fallen so hard for a man who would break into your room in the middle of the night and disregard your privacy so blazonly.

It didn’t make any sense. You’d known Wonpil for a while, and he showed so much respect the entirety of that time. Yes, he was clingy, but you could think of multiple occasions where you had told him to back off and give you space, because you were stressed or angry with someone else or even just too hot to let him lay on your shoulder, and every time he did. You couldn’t think of a single time when he came into your room without knocking either.

But was that enough to discount the ‘first time for everything’ rule?

Given the circumstances, perhaps it was.

Regarding the mess of your room again, it was plausible that Wonpil could have put up some of the weird pieces of card, but he couldn’t have done it all—not without help at least. Taking in the height of your ceiling, he was too short to reach it. Had someone stood on your bed you would have woken up, there was no doubt about it, and you didn’t have a desk in your room, so there was no chairs to stand on. The nearest ones were in the others’ rooms, but it seemed too far of a stretch—especially since you knew that there was one person that could reach.

Jae.

You glared in disdain at the corner of your room as if you were on The Office, until you remembered that you weren’t alone in the room.

Taking a deep breath you silently made your way across your rug to the side of your bed. Kneeling in the soft cotton you took in the sight of Wonpil closer this time, resisting the urge to stroke his soft cheek that he’d puffed out as he pouted in his sleep. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he woke.

“This wasn’t you, was it,” you murmured to him, taking gentle delight in how he wriggled towards you in his sleep at the distant sound of your voice. He looked so sweet, and the concept of being able to wake up to him beside you every morning made heat rush to your cheeks like a tsunami.

He was so good at making you smile, he could do it without even trying. The thought reminded you of when he had gone out of his way to somewhat try to, making you his chosen target for the only ‘prank’ he’d ever performed. He’d decided that he would for his prank debut place tiny plastic dinosaurs around the place for you to run into. You’d been bemused, but only for a day, quickly finding him out after catching him placing one in the fridge.

It was fortunate that you’d been reminded of the memory—even if you were primarily focused on how angelically he’d giggled a threadbare excuse that neither of you believed for a second but only made you fall in love further—as it that had been a while ago, and filling your room with strange and distastefully carried out puzzles was not what you figured his prank comeback would be. He would at the very least make them look nice.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” you whispered, tucking the blanket further to his chin to keep him warm before getting to your feet again. You had to admit, you got a bit of a rush out of playing detective, and with a theory hot on your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found evidence that proved it.

First you checked the door it discover it locked as you had expected. Then you moved to the puzzles. Staring intently at the placards, you found that they all pointed to someone who was either awful at editing and drawing alike, or had simply done it in haste and didn’t care for the visual outcome. However this was not as concrete as you’d imagined. You definitely couldn’t see it being anyone other than Jae but after checking several puzzles and not seeing a single bad joke or reference in sight, you were beginning to doubt your first impressions.

Hearing the bed creak and a groggy whine muffled by a yawn, you flicked your head away from your wardrobe. There you found Wonpil sat up in a nest of your duvets at his waist, with dishevelled hazel tresses endowing him with faux cat ears or sorts. He was barely awake and hardly functioning, blinking lethargically while he slowly returned to the world of the living.

“Morning,” you greeted with a stutter, clearing your throat sheepishly straight after.

His lips spread cutely into a grin. “Morning...!” he sang.

It took several minutes of you trying to maintain your gaze on the messy art piece that was sleepy Wonpil, before giving up and disappointedly returning to the barely-legible riddle in your hands, for the man to finally speak with up with a frown.

“Wait, why are you in my room?” he enquired, rubbing his nose. “Did you sneak in...?”

“Actually you’re in mine,” you corrected, squinting at the calligraphy so as to let him come to terms with the situation.

His eyes opened in a flash, glancing around the room in astonishment. “Oh my god why am—I’m in yours?!” He gushed with apologies. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t sneak in I promise, I don’t remember coming in here! I don’t understand... did I sleepwalk...?”

“If you did it would be a first,” you stated, chucking the paper to the bin near your closet and staggering to your feet, “it’s ok, Pil, I’m not mad. Besides, I think you were carried.”

“Carried?”

“You always were a heavy sleeper. But that does mean that Younghyun or Dowoon are in on this, which means I don’t understand what this whole thing is,” you explained, glancing up at the ceiling and sighing exasperatedly, “do you recognise that movie?”

Following your line of sight, he jumped at the sudden pair of eyes that he found staring at him. He shook his head. “N-no. Y/N... what’s going on?”

“Apparently the guys decided that for their latest prank they were going to make an escape room of sorts, and then stuck you in here with me for double the fun.”

“But why?”

You shrugged. “I guess they’ll open the door if we figure out all the puzzles of something. Problem is these puzzles are like, stupidly hard.” You pointed over to his right. “Like, why is there a mutant tomato on my wall?”

“Ew,” Wonpil said with a grimace as he beheld the visage of the red splodge.

“I know right. Whichever one of the did it should never consider art school. Like, ever.”

Silence fell over the two of you as your eyebrows knit together, once again thinking over the possible answers to any of the dozens of puzzles. Wonpil meanwhile slipped out of your blankets and headed towards the door.

You had half a mind to call out to him and say it was locked, but you figured he’d already worked that out, so instead you watched him out of curiosity.

He came to the door with a stop, rattled on the door handle once, then twice, before pressing his face close to the wood. “Sungjin!” he wailed, before pressing his ear to it to listen.

For several moments there was complete utter quiet over the room and the dorm outside. The only sound that could be heard was the birds outside, and even they broke into quiet when they heard an unusual absence of chatter.

Then out of the blue Wonpil stiffened in his place, before leaning in even further, his features alert.

After a few seconds you enquired mimicking the quiet, “What is it?”

“I think I just heard someone tell Sungjin that he ‘needed to remain strong’,” Wonpil looked at you quizzically, “what does that mean?”

“Sungjin’s in on it too?” You were hugely surprised by that, so much so that you couldn’t hide it in your voice, the volume tipping out of the realms of a murmur. You’d thought it was a certainty that Sungjin was not aware of what was going on, because he was too mature to play along. But you’d clearly gotten him wrong this time around. “Th-that must mean this is serious,” you continued, slipping into a slow pacing motion across to the window and back, “that it’s super funny, or that he goes to seriously gain something from this.”

“But how is this funny, I’m not laughing...!” Wonpil said with a pout audible on his lips. He wondered if there was a funnier side that he was missing out on due to his concern for you overpowering it. He didn’t like how you stepped back and forth, even if it was only slow and steady and hardly impulsive. He didn’t want you to be stressed, he wanted you to be happy. It dawned on him that it was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold himself back from meeting you part-way and bring you to a stop, his hands brushing your shoulders and squeezing them gently in reassurance as he met your eyes— He shook his head, sending him hurtling out of his imagination just in time to hear you agree.

“Exactly, unless he wrote some of the riddles and his sense of humour was not what I thought it was—what we thought it was.”

“But Sungjin would never use stuff this bad!” he cried, hand motioning to the poorly executed diagrams while his eyes trailed away from you and onto the tomato on the wall. “He would be much more careful than... that—I don’t think he ever could make something that ugly!”

“Exactly!” you echoed his tone of urgency. “Which means he stands to gain! But what the hell does he get out of locking two people in a room with a bunch of evil puzzles?”

Watching your form become gradually tenser by the second, Wonpil’s resolve against his desires loosened before unravelling entirely.

He strode unusually powerfully across the floor, his body blocking you and your pacing in your tracks. His proximity startled you, but as his hands came to gently held your shoulders you realised how tense your body had accidentally become. Taking a deep breath as best you could with the biggest crush you’d ever had standing right in front of you, you slowly began to calm down. It was just a stupid prank, there was really no reason to get worked up to that extent, or anywhere near it.

Your thoughts drifted from the circumstances you were currently trapped in however, supplanted by the feel of Wonpil’s touch, and the way his eyes met yours. His eyes were so pretty you felt yourself sink head over heels in them whenever you accidentally made contact. And the emotion that filled them to the brim at that moment and let them glimmer even more than normal in the radiant sunlight caught you even further off guard. You’d seen it a lot, even in large doses, and how it made him look even softer, even more adorable, made you almost spill words from between your lips. However like this, you could barely handle it.

“Sorry,” you said, willing your voice to remain stable unlike your heartbeat.

“No, don’t be sorry! We’ll get...” It felt like he didn’t want to end his sentence but forced himself to. “So, they’re all in on this?”

His hands fell away from you, just as you looked away from him, unable to catch your breath otherwise. As it turned out it was a lucky move at the right moment. “Yeah, it seems so. N-now why? That’s the question. I don’t know, but what I do know is—”

Having pulled away, you’d begun to walk back to the door, thinking up the words to perhaps call out and talk them into freeing the two of you. Though as you did, your peripheral caught the odd transformation your closet door had done.

After performing a ridiculously overplayed doubletake that would have appeared to any onlookers out of context as fake, you noticed that there was a nearly full-sized image of a deep chestnut archway with the poor illusion (due to the angle) of a small opening inside. Drawing nearer you were able to make out a speckled grate suspended in the right wall of the wooden box.

What the image printed over three sheets of paper was sprung to your head immediately, much alike the jigsaw pieces jumbled in your head slotted together.

It was a confession chamber.

You had to confess, but not to a priest. To Wonpil.

“God works in mysterious ways...” you remembered from the previous day, uttering the words as you replayed them in your mind. “Jae, you shit.”

Wonpil came to your side, peering round to take in your features, searching for an explanation in the sheer beauty he always found there. “What’s wrong?”

“I know how to open the door!” you announced proudly, the sense of victory washing away as you came face to face with what you had to do however.

Wonpil’s characteristic sunny smile rose to his cheeks, all while you sat there barely able to stomach your anxiety. “Yay! What do we have to do?”

You didn’t know how to go about it. You didn’t know whether to tell him, to ramble, to keep it simple, or to just kiss him like you wanted to for however long it had been. “Confess,” was all that tumbled from your mouth, and you immediately regretted speaking at all.

The subject of your affections stood as silently as you did before him. You could see the rush of thoughts in his head, his cheeks flushing as he finally spoke up, “Confess our... sins?”

“Not sins, no...”

It was at that moment you realised your feelings were mutual. He wouldn’t look you in the eye like he always did, he was skipping over the obvious conclusion,and he wasn’t drastically denying a single thing. He didn’t run, nor hide, in fact he leant towards you. It was only a fraction of an angle, but with a small bite of his lip the air fled your lungs.

“Do you...” you breathed, taking a tiniest step towards him—you’d been so close already, but now he was practically against you, just not quite—as your fingers twitched at your sides, “do you want me to do it?”

His nod was strong compared to his voice which was so delicate, as if he couldn’t believe what was unfurling before him. “Please!”

With his encouragement you let those ready fingers ease up to the edge of his jaw, gracing the fine stubble there as you sank you palms against his cheeks and held your dreams in your hands. “Wonpil, I’ve liked you for so long... I fell for you, more than anyone I’ve ever met before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t say sorry, I didn’t tell you either,” he reminded with a chuckle, his dark eyes bright and shining and wide at you coming ever closer, “and not being near you makes my heart ache so please, just kiss me and make it stop forever.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice.

His hands barely had enough time to snake around your neck as you bridged the gap and let your lips meet at last. And it was like the whole world sighed in relief.

His lips were so warm, the softness etched with all his thoughts and his moments of anxiety and sadness. You wanted to kiss them all away, so that the only ones remained were the ones out of happiness, out of his smiles and playfulness.

It had been so long since you’d began dreaming of this moment, and now it was at last happening you never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and though you felt more than ready to deepen it, there was a click from the door behind you.

Springing away from each other in surprise, you immediately both looked over to the origin of the sound, your hands meeting in place of your lips.

“It worked?” Wonpil asked the air more so than you, his free fingers extending to the handle tentatively.

You drew to him, letting go of his hand to place your own on his shoulders a you peered over them. “I think it did!”

Taking a quick glance at you, he twisted the brass and pulled gently, his jaw dropping as a gap formed.

You were free. Though a small part of you was disappointed, probably completely interested in staying in close proximity to your crush without disturbances for as long as possible.

Except he was no longer your crush! Your heart lurched as the awareness dawned on you. Completely disregarding the situation, you mumbled so only he could hear, “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

Wonpil turned his attention back to you, giggling as he stroked your hair. “Of course dummy. Did I not convince you?” He squished your cheek. “We can do it again if it’ll help!”

You had to laugh, wanting to roll with his suggestion entirely, though seeing a shadow approach through the gap in the doorway you had to turn the offer down for now. “Real soon I promise!” After noting his pout that very nearly overwrote your decision in one fell swoop, you continued, “Not when the person who organised this is right outside.”

Your boyfriend threw his head over his shoulder to see a head duck out of sight. You watched as his eyes swept the room before falling intently on the bed—more specifically, the pillows. “Do you want revenge?”

Catching onto his idea and grinning at how childish and petty it would be—in context that the plan had actually worked—you didn’t hesitate, wanting to get a piece of that ‘divine intervention’ that had thrown your morning into disarray when he could have at least warned you. Besides, it wasn’t like you could turn down a man so precious twice. It would be akin to heresy.

Grabbing both pillows you handed one to Wonpil and came to a halt by the ajar door. “Remember, play dirty when it comes to Jae. He deserves it.”

Sporting his characteristic sunny smile, your boyfriend let out what you had to discern was a cackle as he slipped through the door and led the charge. “You don’t have to tell me.”

A thwack resounded through the dorms from just outside your door and you had to stifle a laugh at the scream that followed.

Perhaps Wonpil didn’t need your help as you had admittedly first expected.

But where was the fun in that.

“I’m telling you we could’ve put the movie on the side of her wardrobe!”

“And I’m telling you it wouldn’t have fit!”

“...You’re never lifting me again.”

You gathered your breath after your surprise revenge assault, sending Dowoon and Sungjin an incredulous look as you passed. Clearly not all your deductions had been correct. Oh well, things had still played out correctly, and catching sight of Younghyun bringing your boyfriend into a side hug as he gushed about how you managed to save them both—clearly playing up the drama but hey, who were you to stop him, you had no qualms with being a knight in shining armour—made a proud blush rise to your cheeks.

Coming further into the living room, you intercepted Jae who had returned from your room after clearing everything up all by himself as you’d ordered.

“I still have no idea why you made me do all that!” he protested as soon as he caught your eye. “This had nothing to do with me! It was, hundred percent, Dowoon. Just Dowoon. He got sick and tired of your pining and...”

You folded your arms, expression proving just how much you didn’t believe his bullshit.

“You don’t believe me!” he exclaimed, hands flapping. “What have I done to deserve this! Am I not a good friend? Loyal? Like a brother—”

You sighed, shaking your head as you walked over to him, before slipping your arms quickly around his chest. He was startled by the sudden display of affection, but hugged you back nevertheless. “Of course I don’t,” you chuckled, “but we wouldn’t be friends if I did.”

He scoffed at your words, but tightened his arms around you with a smile. He couldn’t have felt prouder in that moment, especially with Younghyun being dragged by Wonpil out of the room [to head out and fetch groceries?] who was delightedly babbling about how soft his best friend felt to cuddle with for real this time. Sungjin meanwhile rolled his eyes at the exchange, padding away and back to the kitchen.

“Ok this means I can ask what made you work it out.”

You sputtered, though immediately gave in. “The confession chamber on the closet.”

“Ahh that was a good one,” he sighed happily, only to change tact soon after as the realisation sunk in, “wait that wasn’t even mine!” You laughed against him, you head tipping back as he searched the room for the true culprit. “Dowoon was that yours?”

You didn’t hear an answer, though hearing the curse that fell from Jae’s mouth offered enough indication to know that the response was in some shape or form affirmative.

Laughter bubbling away into the air, you slowly pulled yourself away from the friend that had practically become an older brother to you. He let you go smoothly, but before you parted from him fully, you stood on your toes and whispered, “Thank you,” a smile on your face that was almost as bright as the ones Wonpil always received.

He sent you a grin, followed by a wink, as you followed after your new boyfriend. Leaning so he could see round the corner, he laughed quietly at how you subtly shoved the other man out of the way so you could take Wonpil’s side.

His heart swelled as your hands naturally found each other’s, linking as if you’d been together for years. It came with a side of a dull ache, as that was what he wanted for himself too.

He wasn’t dismayed for long however. You now owed him after all, and you were well aware of it.

He couldn’t wait to see what you’d come up with.

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AN: no one can stop me from referencing my own work lmao

also a blackadder reference for anyone who knows!

also in germany there is actually an H note apparently so... fun fact.

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 38

Chapter Summary - Benedict and Sophie arrive for dinner, which is a nice affair. When Sophie gets Danielle alone, the pair speak about how it is to be the other half of the "Internet's Boyfriends."

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“I see you fitted in some stress relief.” Benedict joked as he walked into the house, giving Tom a hug as he did.

“Do you two ever stop?” Sophie shook her head and laughed, having already entered and given Tom a similar hello. “I love this table.” She commented, looking at the table that Danielle had inside the front door.

“Sophie, no stealing Elle’s things,” Ben warned, earning a confused look from Tom. “She stole my mother’s bowl recently.”

“Your father gave it to me,” Sophie argued.

“Without telling mum.” Ben countered.

“I didn’t know that.” She pointed out.

“He’s hated the fucking thing for years, so first chance he had to get rid of it, and it ends up in our place.” Tom chuckled at his friend’s overdramatic reaction to a bowl. “So, where’s Danielle?”

“Kitchen,” Tom led the way.

“Ooh, what books does she have?” Sophie asked, glancing into Danielle’s living room on the way.

“Elle, frisk Sophie on the way out,” Ben called out in warning. “She plans on robbing half your home.”

“It’s actually so nicely done,” Sophie added, heading to the kitchen, looking around as she did.

“Actually, it appears she’s just robbing the whole fucking thing.” Sophie elbowed him slightly.

When there was no response, Tom frowned. “Elle?” he called going for the kitchen door. A sniffing noise caught their attention. “Mac, get away from the door.” There was another sniff and a grumbling noise before Tom opened it.

“Tom, he got in when I was throwing out bread crusts for the birds, but I am prepping food so I can’t touch him.” Elle apologised.

“Got it, come on, big man.” He grabbed a baked pig ear and caught the dog’s attention, allowing for Ben to open the door.

“He’s huge,” Ben commented. As soon as Mac Tíre realised there was someone new to sniff, the ear was forgotten about and he trotted over to the guests. “Soph, remember the pup I told you about.”

“You said he was a scrawny rat.”

“Well, he is getting a bit fatter these days, Diana is overfeeding him.”

“She is not, he’s supposed to be fatter than you have him.” Tom defended.

“I’m sorry, did your father have a vet practice?”

“My father was in charge of the company that sold your father pharmaceuticals.”

“Actually they manufactured them, not sold them, that is done by the parent company.” Danielle corrected, sticking out her tongue at him.

“So, yes, this is apparently my girlfriend, acting like a four-year-old.” Tom indicated to Danielle as he spoke to Sophie.

“He’s just annoyed I caught him on a technicality, I’m Danielle.” Danielle dismissed as she walked over to Sophie, cleaning her hand to shake hers. Sophie, however, walked forward and hugged her. “Oh, okay. I thought English were not supposed to be overly affectionate at the beginning.”

“I am half Scottish.” Sophie smiled.

“Ah, that explains it.” Danielle grinned back. “So, what’s this bout robbing my house?” she looked to Ben, who came to hug her as well.

“Sophie is an undiagnosed kleptomaniac apparently, and your house and everything in it is next.”

“Benedict!” Sophie looked at him appalled. “I just said I like your hall table and wondered what books you had on your shelves.” Sophie put her hands up as though she was being ordered to by authorities.

Danielle just laughed. “Thank you, it was my parents, I effectively took everything from the house with me here, so anything nice, it was probably theirs and as for the books, literally, you could find anything in there, there is no rhyme or reason to it, ask Tom, it annoys him.”

“It does not.” Tom dismissed, smiling like a fool at how immediately Elle had taken to Sophie.

“You glare at it, do not deny it, I can see it in your face.”

“I like your book organisational skills as much as you like my grey shoes.” He retorted.

“Ouch!” Danielle laughed in slight disbelief, “That is cold.”

“Those shoes are fucking tragic,” Benedict interjected, though his face was a jestful one. “I mean really, Tom.”

“Funny, he said you have two pairs.” Danielle joked.

“Ooh.” Tom pointed at Benedict as he laughed at his disbelieving look at the young woman. “That turned quickly.”

“Come for dinner and I get abused.” Ben shook his head, scratching Mac Tíre’s ear. “Why do I bother?”

“I think it is something to do with the food.” Elle joked, going back to the food. “Mac, out.”

“He is fine if you want to leave him in, so long as he won’t jump on Sophie.” Ben dismissed.

“Mac isn’t allowed jump on anyone or on the couch.” Tom showed him the ear again, regaining the dog’s attention. “Bed.” Taking the ear gently, Mac trotted to his bed. “Good boy.” He smiled, “Tea?”

“Please.” There was an eagerness to Sophie’s voice that was slightly dramatic.

“Very domestic,” Ben joked.

“Yeah,” Tom smiled as he looked at Danielle, who was busy prepping something for the dinner. “Oh, Elle is making��what is…is that your…”

“Good to see Eton and Cambridge paid off, proper coherent sentences there.” Ben joked.

“You may be laughing, but you have not had Elle’s Roast Lamb and veg.”

“Nice and exotic.” Elle shrugged.

“Does it come with potatoes?” Ben asked curiously.

“Gratin and roast.”

“I am never leaving.” Ben declared as Tom handed him a cup and thanked him, then watching as he handed one to Elle. “That’s not a cup, that’s a tankard.”

“You know Irish people drink more tea than us.” Tom pointed out.

“With cups that’s size, it’s hardly a fucking surprise.” Ben laughed. “Seriously, why would anyone need a cup that big?”

“Because they want that much tea.” Elle grinned, “Food’s on, so here or the living room?”

“If just to annoy Tom with your disorganised books, we’ll go to the living room, but no promises Sophie won’t rob you.” Ben joked, rushing through the door before his wife contemplated throwing her tea at him.

“So, how did the music shoot go?” Ben asked as he bit into another piece of the dinner.

“Fine, all things considered. Though I think I can put my hand on my heart and say it is chaotic and completely off-putting.” Danielle responded.

“The shoot or the person.”

“The shoot, the person I wasn’t overly bothered by, considering I am two and zero on that front, the song, however, as tragic as the ‘singing’ is once again, is not exactly very nice.” She looked to Tom apologetically.

“Yeah, I read about it, ‘The Heeler’, peculiar name,” Sophie added.

“Not really, makes perfect sense, it’s about Tom and myself and I was a paramedic.”

“But it is spelt wrong.” Ben pointed out.

“Wait, H-E-E-L-E-R is it?” Sophie nodded.

“Smart play on words there.” Danielle commended. “It’s clear she didn’t come up with this on her own.”

“How?” Tom asked.

“Does she seem like a professional wrestling fan to you? I mean; did she sit down and watch Summerslam when you two were…whatever you did together?” she asked.

“Summerslam?”

“That’s a no then. Professional wrestling, The Rock, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin, John Cena, all those guys, the WWE, it’s a term they use. Their good guys are called ‘Baby Faces’, or ‘Faces’, and their baddies are given the term a ‘Heel’.” She explained.

“You literally will watch anything on the TV.” Tom shook his head.

Danielle shrugged, “I rather that that Keeping up with Whoever is in Vogue This Week and other reality toilet paper.”

“Definitely.” Sophie agreed, “I feel like I am alone in a sea of gossip fodder when people start waffling on about that.” she turned to her husband, who was eating more gratin, “You are going to regret that later in the week when you are running it off.”

“Don’t care, too good. Tom, how are you not going around another ten kilo’s heavier?”

“Because I don’t get it cooked for me often, Elle’s staying at the hotel and I was over stateside doing the voice work. It’s good, though, right?” Tom smiled knowingly at his friend, Ben nodded.

“I’m just glad you guys like it, I mean, it’s not Michelin star stuff.”

“Good, that stuff is shit, it’s the size of a two-pound coin, costs two hundred and tastes like rubber.” Ben scoffed. “You can’t beat the basics.”

“You can bring the boys to Hollywood.” Elle smiled as she drank some more wine mixed with a soft drink.

“Private school boys, if that counts.” Sophie chuckled.

“Says Ms Oxford.” Ben retorted.

“God, posh people,” Elle sniggered, causing Tom to chuckle and Sophie and Ben to stop bickering.

“So, you said this was your parents?” Sophie was getting ready to go upstairs after a pleasurable evening of talking.

“Yeah, my mum got it in some weird boutique place in the bog arse of nowhere back home.”

“Didn’t she mind you bringing it over here with you?”

“No, she and dad, they’re…gone.”

Sophie’s face filled with horror. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…what…?”

“It’s fine, I mean it’s sort of commonplace, isn’t it?” Elle shrugged with a sad smile. “She had cancer, and dad just wasn’t the same after, his health went downhill fast, he was so stressed before and it was worse after for him, he was a workaholic so it was always her that made sure he ate and looked after himself, so with her gone and me in college…”

“You moved over after…”

“Yeah, didn’t want to stay there, dad was saying how there were more opportunities over here, and when I dropped out because I decided I rather do something different, I thought it was the better option to come here.”

“Why Suffolk though?”

“I’m not a city person, I prefer the quiet of the countryside, Suffolk was by chance, I found an opening here, decided it was the place for me, used the money from the sale of my parents place and my dad’s practise to get a nice house, which,” she looked around her. “I think I did pretty well with, and it just so happened that my neighbour was a nice woman who I spoke to the day I was viewing it and she convinced me to buy, saying it was a nice area, quiet and someday a great place to have my family and when I moved in, her kids came to help me, one of whom happened to be Tom.”

“That must have been a shock.” Sophie chuckled.

“It was, I mean, I like comic book movies, so I knew of Loki, but when Tom was in front of me, I hadn’t realised who he was, and was just looking at him with that funny suspicious look of ‘I know you from somewhere’.” Elle blushed as Sophie laughed.

“Oh God, really?”

“How he did not walk out of the place and have his mum file a restraining order, I don’t know.” She shook her head in shame.

“Ha-ha, sorry, but that’s hilarious, I love it.” Sophie laughed.

“How about you, Ben said you met on set years ago?”

“Yes, back when he was a bit of a nobody in the game too, a few bits here and there, but we had other people then, and by the time we started something, he was huge.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how you do it, the public stuff, and all they write about you and Christopher, and probably now this little bubble too.”

“You can’t let it get to you. Sometimes it’s jealousy, sometimes spite, others just want to bitch about anyone and others…I don’t know what their problem is, but they can just get over themselves, I love Ben, he loves me and Kit, and we live pretty normally off the red carpet, and as long as it stays like that, we are happy.”

“But you are accomplished too, you’re in his game, I am just a set person, I can only imagine what they will say if it gets out.”

“‘When’ not ‘if’,” Sophie corrected. “You will get some heat, after all, Tom and Ben are the ‘Internet’s Boyfriends’ but most will love that you are not a stick-thin, Hollywood Barbie, you are exactly what they all dream would happen, as cliché as it is, you are ‘The Girl Next Door’ literally.”

“God, that is fucking cliché.” Elle laughed.

“And it gives them a little hope too, that is something.”

“It is also going to add some heat.”

“Yes, I read what the papers wrote after the dinner with him and his mum.”

“You read a lot of gossip stuff?”

“Normally no, but after meeting Ms Swift, I wanted to see what they were saying about poor Tom and I saw the whole thing with you and him on a few papers.”

“Yeah, some were not very nice.” Elle played with her fingers.

“Tabloids never are, but the other’s will be the majority opinion, ‘wholesome’ is not a word used much in entertainment.”

“It sounds a lot like the word fat.”

“By some standards, yes, you are, you are supposed to be a size four to six, eat once every four days and snort more cocaine than you can handle to stave hunger pains, and you are not that, so they will hate you for it, because Tom clearly prefers you and that is not what their magazines tell them is sexy.”

“Thank you.” Elle gave a small smile. “I really wanted to talk to someone about this, but Tom doesn’t get it from this point of view, I mean, he understands, but doesn’t understand, if that makes sense?”

“He comprehends it, but does not feel it himself, so doesn’t have first-hand experience of it.” Sophie nodded. “I know that feeling.” There was a small hint of bitterness in her tone. “I thought for ages that no one could understand what it was like, especially when it was revealed we were engaged, even more so after it was announced I was pregnant.”

“Who helped you?”

“Amanda, Martin’s other half, she literally just came up to me one day, hugged me, threw the men out of the room and demanded I tell her exactly how I was feeling, and pushed and pushed until finally, I caved.”

“You never acted like it affected you.”

“In public, God no, but behind closed doors, I was terrified, and Ben had no idea how to help, Amanda saved us, I was so scared, I wanted to run and hide and never go in front of a camera again.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you guys are amazing, and your son is the most gorgeous little cutie going.”

“When he wants to be, he can be temperamental.” Sophie smiled fondly.

“Hey, he’s male, it’s to be expected.” Elle dismissed, earning a loud laugh from Sophie.

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aileen-hollingsworth · 7 years

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Hospital C O U R T ~#12

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A/N: Finally got this done asdfghjkl. This takes place literally a day after my last fic, that means the last eliminations haven’t happened yet. This is really short in comparison to other stuff, but inspiration and tests are giving me a hard time. Enjoy Colleen tho!! Hopefully this isn’t bad. No angst this time, Rose. Spot the reference, Viv. Next post will probably be a sort of leaving fic.

“Aileen?”

I shifted at the sound of my name, but buried my head in the covers. “Five more minutes.”

There was a small sound of amusement—not enough to be laughter, but not a snort either—before the voice spoke up again. “Glad to see you’re fine, Match-stick.”

My eyes snapped open at the name and I raised my head from Cole’s bed to look at him. He smiled hazily and relief flooded me again, the action becoming the only other confirmation I needed to know he was okay.

After the doctors had finished their questions and told me to sleep I’d wanted to refuse just to make sure he would be fine, but I’d only managed to stay up for ten seconds before I fell asleep. I’d been exhausted and all the stress and worry had seemed to make it worse. They told me running around right after the concussion had probably not been the best idea either, but at least I’d managed to get Cole help.

By the time I’d woken up from my fifteen hour nap, he was stable and awake as well, but his family was in there checking up on him and I’d decided not to intrude. A couple of hours later they left, but it was to let him rest, so I decided not to go in yet again. Then Haiden had come to check up on me, and found me sitting on my cot, humming to myself as I stole glances at the wing where Cole was being monitored.

He’d asked me how I felt before helping me stand up and mumbling a “come on.” Then we’d ended up in Cole’s room. The nurse had informed us that he was fine, and I’d felt reassured by the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed in his sleep, but the image of his labored breathing had hunted me too much to let go of my worries that easily.

Staring at his smile and hearing his voice however made them disappear.

“Hey there, snowflake” I grinned, standing up slowly.

After sleeping and taking some pills for my headache I’d felt better, but my mind was still a bit foggy, so I was trying to be careful. The doctors had mentioned it would take a couple of weeks for me to get completely better and that during that time I should avoid activities that demanded a lot of concentration as well as physical strain, but besides that I would be fine.

“Please don’t,” Cole laughed lightly this time, but he seemed to be trying not to. “Call me cabbages if you want. Just not snowflake.”

I helped him move the bed to a sitting position with a smirk. “Not manly enough for you?”

He rolled his eyes, but then smirked back. “Let’s just leave the snow jokes to my mother, okay? She and her friends have enough of those to go around, trust me, Princess Winter and all.”

A laugh escaped me, but I was fast to cover it up with my hand.

He frowned. “Oh, come on. I survived a bullet to hear that laugh again, don’t hide it from me now.”

I blinked at his words before my cheeks heated up. Was that a compliment? I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the blush that was probably already invading my face. “I’m uh… I’m not trying to hide it.” I stepped aside, so he could see Haiden slumped on a nearby chair with his arms crossed over his chest, sleeping.

I raised both eyebrows as I realized Haiden wasn’t wearing his coat anymore but then noticed it was on my shoulders and sighed. Taking it off, I walked over to him and placed it over his crossed arms like a blanket. “I don’t want to wake him up.” I whispered, making my way back to Cole.

He stared at Haiden for a while as if considering something and then looked back at me. “How is he doing?”

I sat at the edge of his bed with another sigh. “I think he’ll be good.”

“And what about you?”

I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly. “Nothing happened to me.”

“What happened yesterday was more than just nothing—whether you got hurt or not—that rebel slammed you into that wall pretty hard.”

Oh, right. He doesn’t know about the concussion. “Yeah well…I’m okay now.”

He eyed me warily before staring at the ceiling. “So, I’m guessing Aunt Alize…” he couldn’t finish the question, but I got it.

“No,” I stared down at my hands as a lump formed on my throat “the Queen didn’t make it.” The sentence seemed to fill the room and we fell silent.

Tears prickled my eyes and I wasn’t sure if it was part of the concussion’s extra moodiness or the fact that the Queen’s passing meant my best friend lost his mother, but either way everything was a mess.

“I see…” this time it was him who sighed. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, something bothering him.

“Were you close with her?” I wondered.

He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. “Not as much as you are with your family, but—”

“She was still family” I finished for him and he opened his eyes again.

“She wasn’t even able to say goodbye. No last words. No nothing.” He examined the blankets for a while and I hesitated only a second before reaching for his hand to squeeze.

He didn’t glance back at me, but instead looked down at our hands, turning his over so our palms would be facing each other and silently tracing circles with his thumb over my knuckles. I could only stare down at the action as I gulped once more.

Even though it was slightly confusing I remembered the scattered thoughts that filled me during my run for help and my conversation with Haiden as he carried me to the medical wing. I thought of how I couldn’t let Cole die; how I needed to get him help or I wouldn’t be able to handle losing him. I thought of how I needed to dance with him again, make him laugh and push him into fountains. I wanted to take pictures of him with Boots when he wasn’t looking, to see him glare at me whenever I teased him, to hear him call me stupid fire related nicknames. I’d even told Haiden I thought I liked Cole semi deliriously, but I’d spent half of the morning wondering if maybe I wasn’t delirious at all when I’d said it.

“That could have been me” he mumbled, though it seemed to be mostly to himself.

“It wasn’t you.”

He finally held my gaze. “But it could have been me.”

“Stop saying that.” I glared and he gave me a weak smile.

“No, you don’t understand. I mean I could have lost my chance to say so many things.” He linked our hands. “I could have missed my chance to tell you so many things.”

Oh my lordy... “What could you possibly want to tell me?” I questioned, dismissively, and he smirked.

“Oh, you know important things. Like how I went through a five-story-building staircase once. Quite thrilling let me tell you.”

A grin spread across my face at his reference. “That does seem like important information.”

“Of course it is.” A head tilt and a small laugh. “That’s not the most important information however.”

“And what is then?”

“Well, it was supposed to be a secret.”

I scooted closer to him, not really caring about what I was doing. “I’m good at keeping those.”

“You sure?” He moved a stray strand of hair out of my face, carefully placing it behind my ear.

“As much as I kept your kink for staircases a secret.” I leered and his smile widened with the roll of his eyes.

“You didn’t keep that one so well.”

“True, chances are I won’t be able to keep this one if it’s that good either.”

He cupped my cheek with another short laugh. “I’ll take the risk. You see, I’ve been accused of being in love with you.”

I felt my heart skip a beat. “And how do you declare yourself?”

He raised an eyebrow at me, surprised by my response, but recovered quickly. “How about we use a lie detector? Just in case” he brought our linked hands to his chest, making my palm rest upon his heartbeat and it felt like nothing else but the two of us existed as we grinned at each other.

“Cole Winston Schreave,” I began, and he snorted at his full name “you have been accused of being in love with Aileen Hollingsworth, the most amazing girl you’ll ever find if I do say so myself. How do you declare yourself?”

I felt his heart beat rhythmically as he exclaimed, “Guilty.”

“No defense, huh?” I beamed and he shook his head trying not to laugh.

“Nope, it was impossible not to do so, I regret nothing. What is my conviction?”

“Community service.” I teased.

He rubbed a finger over my cheek with a blissful smile. “Do I have any other options?”

“Life sentence” I stated.

“Where?” He grinned.

“Depends on wherever I go.”

His features lit up as he pulled me closer to him and our lips met. It was a soft and delicate kiss, but he poured in all the feelings from the other times he’d almost leaned in for one. His heartbeat fluttered against my hand and I leaned closer to him, wondering who I’d been trying to fool when I’d doubted my feelings for Cole. We parted with grins and he joked about how he should have accepted his verdict a lot sooner—and it was everything I could have wished for in a kiss at the moment.

We looked at each other, our noses touching as we smiled. I’d never felt so much gratitude for bumping into someone on a hallway before.

“I think I just became your accomplice.” I jested.

His blue eyes glistened with another laugh, “Inculpatory evidence indeed, Firework.”

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ten facts about velimus and adrien?

ok so i didnt know if u wanted ten facts abt both of them or ten each so i went w ten each (actually 12 for adrien bc i love him) (thank u!!!!!!!!)#oc: adrien #oc: velimus

adrien

1. hes still a vanguard and therefore biotic and pretty much 90% of his biotics involve hitting things with force, like his punch, slamming himself into ppl w his dash, his biotic pull is basically playing pingpong w someonr, etc. he has difficulty sustaining constant things like biotic shields or holding someone still midair bc hes just not used to it (+didnt have super official training wooooooooops)

2. is vegetarian (meat only, hes fine with eggs and dairy products (tho hes mildly lactose intolerant))

3. hes chinese + his full name is adrien jiahong zhu

4. the type of guy who will stop what hes doing to help a small bug or worm off the sidewalk. god forbid its something like a large deer thats injured or youll be there forever

5. loves Jokes Jests and Pranks, particularly slapstick humor or stuff like shaking someones hand with a buzzer or putting down a whoopie cushion. is constantly distressed that his prosthetics arent on the left so he can make "im all right now" jokes. at least he has "lemme give you a hand". his turian crewmates are so tired of his shit

6. still working out his n v's n the others backstories but for rn at least he was an alliance soldier who had to take charge of a squad whether bc he was promoted or bc he old commander died on the mission, long story short everyone except like 1 or 2 ppl died and those few ppl refuse to talk to him and the stress/trauma from the mission exacerbated sooooome issues he has which led to yknow suicidal behaviors like trying to off himself etc until he was discharged. after which he just kinda went into being a freelancer/problem-solver/bodyguard/etc for money. after some fandangling he helps out some turian soldiers and, with his perfectly rational self, decided Sneaking Onto The Turian Warship would be a great idea. somehow they dont kill him, he worms his way into their hearts, etc, everyones happy

7. casually dated a krogan while he was a freelancer, theyre still buddies and keep in touch

8. ive talked abt it b4 briefly but he really likes the 60s california surfer aesthetic. he has a beach boys song as his ringtone, a bunch of vintage pictures he downloaded off the extranet plastered on the walls of his tiny closet bedroom on the ship, wants a vintage woodie car even though wheels seem to be pretty obsolete, and likes to visit the beach when able.

9. he plays the bass and can sing pretty passibly

10. has and will readily complain about minor bumps and scrapes to have an excuse to go visit velimus in the med bay to get around the "no interrupting someones work" rule. velimus goes along with it

11. also the type of guy who doesnt give literally two shits abt respecting orders if someone might get hurt in the process. like to the point where in the middle of battle he picked up and hauled the /captain of his ship/ who can /kick his ass/ off the battlefield bc she would have kept fighting til she keeled over and hes NOT having that

12. can and has eaten turian food and suffered the moderate-to-severely bad allergic reactions REPEATEDLY just to see what it tastes like. has looked velimus (yknow, the Resident Fucking Doctor) in the eyes directly as he popped a whole turian mini doughnut in his mouth.

velimus:

1. became a medic more out of neccessity and feelings of duty than a commitment to protecting life, hes warmed up to the job over the years but still

2. a hopeless romantic but very, very lowkey and guarded about it, even after he gets into a relationship w adrien. like, writes Gay Shit about how pretty n dark adriens eyes are and how soft his skin is but would probably never say it to his face even though adrien would Love it

3. a pretty soothing person to be around, which is good considering his job. nice, low-toned voice, pretty calm and hard to phase when it comes to in the middle of battle. its great

4. sister is antovia, captain of the ship

5. ive drawn him relatively skinny but im gonna practice drawing more heavyset turian body types bc if adrien is a speedy punchy bullet then velimus is a beefy strong professional weightlifter. like adrien still Lifts him regularly but velimus is the true lifter of the relationship and has carried 2-3+ full grown injured turians back to safety at least once probably

6. main weapon is literally a massive cleaver. i still cant decide if its a fancy futureistic light one like the omnitool blade or A Literal Cleaver he carries around. who the fuck uses GUNS when you can carve someone in half with one smooth stroke

7. loves the human dark souls and bloodborne games

8. loves just. space? astronomy? stars and how different they look from planet to planet and just how VAST the universe is? daydreams about being an explorer and discovering new species

9. enjoys sparring in the ring a lot and can get maybe a little too vicious

10. holds grudges like a motherfucker

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The Many Ask Thingymabob

Second times the charm...

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Spoofy Soundcloud or Pandora? Im a spoofy kinda man

Messy or clean room? I think my room is comparatively clean

What colour are your eyes? Bluest blue to ever blue

Do you Like your name and why? Its alright. It always seemed a little lackluster to me

Relationship status? The running joke in my friend group is my 3 year dry spell. It isnt a very funny joke.

Describe your personality in 3 words or less? Distanced pragmatic dumbass

What colour is your hair? Golden and luscious

What kind of car do you drive? My moms PTA-mobile

Where do you shop? Bad Dragon

How would you describe your style? Dying, yet fashionable college student

Favourite social media account? We all know timboblr is utter trash, and i picked up natter a while ago and its honestly pretty fun

Bed size? Queenie my man

Any siblings? two older stepsisters and a wee lil half sister

Anywhere to live in the world and why? GERMANY OR POLAND. BECAUSE HERITAGE

Favourite snapchat filter? I really like the flower crown an butterfly ones but my phone is being dumb with snapchat and i cant get them

Favourite makeup brand? I mean i dont wear it, but im definitely not opposed! i dont know anything about brands and i am ashamed...

How many times a week do you shower? I go by how my hair feels. Usually its every other day, or every two days.

Favourite TV show? Currently? Gotta be that weeb and say Jojo...

Shoe Size? Depends on where i go, but like 12 - 13

How tall are you? Very

Sandals or sneakers? I like wearing socks and sandals feel weird on my feet

Do you go to the gym. I LIFT SO MANY THINGS WEEKLY SWOLE SESSIONS BRUH.

Describe your dream date? Existent... T-T

How much money do you have in your wallet? I dont carry cash!

What colour socks are you wearing? Black

How many pillows do you sleep with? Like 6. Ones a memory foam body pillow its soooo nice....

Do you have a job? Nah...its not for lack of trying though

How many friends do you have? Like...sooo many duuude...not really...

Whats the worst thing youve done? Cut someone who was bad for me out of my life. Bad for them, good for me.

Favourite candle scent? I mean i dont do candles but i love lavender

Favourite boy names?

Gabriel

Alistair

Jeremiah

Favourite girl names?

Elizabeth

Abigail

Lauren

Favourite actor? Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

Favourite actress? Ashley Johnson

Celebrity crush? theres a lot...

Favourite movie? The Boondock Saints. Easy question.

Do you read a lot? Whats your favourite book? I dont read as much as i think i should, but i loved 1984. I wanna try David Foster Wallaces Infinite Jest and i have the first book in Baccano that i borrowed from a friend and havent touched yet :/

Money or brains? Ignorance is bliss and im filthy fuckin rich HOLLA

Do you have a nickname? Jesliey is an old one. People also call me J a lot. Very briefly in highschool someone called me J-Money whenever he saw me

How many times have you been to a hospital? Not very many. I went in a few years ago for a tonsil infection but that was it in recent history

Top 10 Favourite Songs? Ok this is in no particular order and also limiting to 10 is blashpemy

Subdivisions by NSP

Everybody Wants to Rule The World by NSP

Resist and Bite by Sabaton though if im honest most of Heroes belongs here this ones just my fav

Winged Hussars by Sabaton POLISH PRIIIIIIDE

Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch

All of Pendulums Immersion album im not picking one

Come with Me Now by KONGOS

History Maker by Dean Fujioka

Setting Sail, Coming Home by Darren Korb

Sonata For Whitestone Castle by Aiden Chan

Do you take any daily medications? No, but i probably should have...

Whatis your skin type? on a good day, slightly dry. on a bad day, cracked bleeding sandpaper.

Whats your biggest fear? My man i used to battle almost daily with some quite hefty anxiety. I could stare down the Grim Reaper and say “I served my time you come and take me”. Wasps and needles are pretty bad though i guess

How many kids do you want? Id be lying if i said i didnt want a daughter at some point...but theres no way im passing on my genetics. im adopting if i ever want a kid.

Whats your go-to hairstyle? Either free flowing and glorious, or ponytail if i need it out of my face

What ype of house do you live in? Moms house is pretty decently sized i suppose

Who is your role model? I dont really have one...

What was the last compliment you received? I dont know I dont really get those often...this is getting kinda depressing....

What was the last text you sent? “Well i hope shes alright”

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? Like 10 or 12

What is your dream car? Oh god i want a 1985 Pontiac Trans Am so bad you have no idea...

Opinion on smoking? I dont get the appeal but everyone can make their own choices

Do you go to college? Yes and im dying

What is your dream job? Metalworking and blacksmithing has lowkey been a huge fascination of mine for like 2 years now. i would love to be able to do that for a living

Rural area or life in suburbia? I like the idea of both, but rural areas have space for metal workshops

Do you take shampoo/conditioner bottles from hotel rooms? Nah i bring my own

Do you have freckles? A few spread sporadically all over my body. no noticeable patches though

Do you smile for pictures? Yeah but most of the time it feels so forced

How many pictures do you have on your phone? Somewhere between 1 and 2 hundred. Im not adding them up among all the folders...

Have you ever peed in the woods? Bruh the forest has seen every bodily fluid ive got

Do you still watch cartoons? ANIME IS NOT A CARTOON DAD. also yes quite often.

Wendys or McDonalds nuggets? GIMME DEM CHICKIN MCNUGGiES

Favourite dipping sauce? Sweet chili thai!

What do you wear to bed? Pajama pants, a shirt, and socks usually. Occasionally whatever i wore during the day. Ive been known to ditch my pants and socks in my sleep.

Ever won a spelling bee? Never been in one, but i think i could have if i wanted to

What are your hobbies? I wont as long as i live under my mothers roof, but i would hella get into amateur blacksmithing!

Can you draw? yes. should i draw? no.

Do you play an instrument? I can play trumpet, but i would really like to pick up playing cello

What was the last concert you saw? If i remember correctly it was the Scorpions

Tea or coffee? Both. Simultaneously. I like to remain calm while containing the energy of a god.

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Fuck you america! Tim Hortons!

Do you want to get married? I wont oppose if a future partner wants to, but if i love someone enough to want to spend the rest of my life with them, then it wont be necessary

What is your crushs first and last initial? Which one tho?

Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Im indifferent

What colour looks best on you? Blue and red are my standard colours

Do you miss anyone right now. If i think about this at all the answer is usually yes

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? I have the lovely habit of losing my pants in my sleep. for the sake of everyone else in this house, closed is best

Do you believe in ghosts? Call me a skeptic

What is your biggest pet peeve? Im pretty laid back about a lot of things. Only thing i can think of now is more of an anxiety thing but i cant stand people randomly touching my hair without me knowing

Last person you called? My mother

Favourite ice cream flavour? Butterscotch ripple

Regular or golden oreos? Golden

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow

What shirt are you wearing? An old white one with some brand graphic on it

What is your phone background? Lockscreen is Goku from DBZ if he were done as a Jojo character, and home screen is a cr1t1kal quote

Are you outgoing or shy? Im not overly comfortable with just meeting new people and striking up conversations without some kind of help

Do you like it when people play with your hair? I mean i used to...theres a girl at my college who has absolutely no concept of personal boundaries who has at least partially ruined that for me now. Like i said earlier, i cant stand people touching my hair now without me acknowledging it

Do you like your neighbors? Ive lived her about 8 years and im still learning their names

Do you wash your face at night? In the morning? lmao

Have you ever been high? Hella my dude

Have you ever been drunk? Also hella my dude?

Last thing you ate? Coscto chicken penne and a salad.

Favourite lyrics right now? “Light up the night./ There is a city that this darkness can’t hide./ There are embers of a fire that’s gone out,/ but I can still feel the heat on my skin./ This mess we’re in, well you and I,/ maybe you and I,/ we can still make it right./ Maybe we can bring back the light!” Light Up the Night by The Protomen

Summer or Winter? Autumn fuck that noise

Day or night? Night

Dark milk or white chocolate? White!

Favourite month? October

What is your zodac sign? League of Legends Cancer

Who was the last person you cried in front of? I legitimately dont remember...probably @vocoterra

GOOD LORD THIS TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH

If anyone wants to do this feel free and say i tagged you!

#long post #good lord i was as far as the crush initials one #and then chrome closed and i shed a single tear #now excuse me i need to shower

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