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thetomorrowshow · 2 years
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3, 9, 11, 17, 18, 19, 20, 25, 31, 35 and 40!
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
I write almost exclusively during class. I get away with this by pretending I am writing notes. then after class i'm so into what i'm writing that i go back to my dorm and write more even though i desperately have hw to do. i write an average of 2k words a day and my academic self cries
9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know
eh if a ghost turned up i wouldn't not believe in it. but i have never seen a ghost before so. i'm agnostic about ghosts ig
11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?
i hate doing this :(( i very rarely get rid of stuff that's extraneous to the plot just bc i love it so much, but when i do i guess i do have a graveyard? i had a prof this semester who is a writer, and he recommended having an overflow document, so if you're scared of cutting something that you might need in the future, you copy and paste it there just in case. you almost never need it but now you can feel secure getting rid of a random character.
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
i have several fic wips so i will go with superpowers au!! some of this stuff will turn up! there are several religious sects across the country that believe powered individuals to be satanic. scott studied architecture in college. scott almost became a villain in college just for funsies. jimmy once dropped a really good sandwich down a drain and cried over it, and mythics happened to see and bought him a new one. jimmy also dropped that one down a drain.
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.
okay so this passage is from the superpowers au as well!
“I’m scared,” he admits to Scott one evening, on their way home from the animal shelter (Scott had leapt on the idea of another cat, had enthusiastically looked up shelters and volunteered to go with Jimmy).
this is very far in the future from where we are right now in the au, but in this oneshot jimmy's been really struggling with panic attacks and flashbacks and his therapist suggests he gets a cat. this was inspired by an irl friend who was basically told the same thing and started volunteering at an animal shelter to get to know the cats and see if there was one they wanted to adopt. wanna guess what jimmy's scared about?
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
the first fanfiction i ever wrote was when i was like 5? i wrote fanfic bc my mom reads fanfic all them time and when i was a kid, she would read it to me and my siblings. she was always very supportive of my writing and was my first ever beta reader :) i started writing regularly when i was 11, to the point of bringing a notebook everywhere i went so i could write in my free time. major bump in the road was developing really bad chronic pain in my hands a few years ago. i can't really handwrite anymore and i had to make an adjustment to keyboard which was a struggle. once i got the hang of it i wasn't able to stop writing. i write all the time and i love it. i never want to stop writing.
20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch
probably the first tbh. like if i had eternal happiness that prolly means that i'm happy with my life in general, not just my lover. i probably finish that wip to the best of my abilities and am content with it. gotta love being happy.
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
in the superpowers au, scott has depression and handles it with medication! in the trust au, jimmy has a designated pillow to scream into for when scott does anything cute.
31. Write a short love letter to your readers.
kjkjhsakjhdjsad i love you guys so much so very much!! the superpowers au has gotten more support than anything else ive ever written (bar one fic for a previous fandom) and every day i am going FERAL over my ao3 comment section. i wake up and turn off nighttime mode and just watch the screen as i wait for the ao3 email to pop up and then i smile real hard and yeah i love u i love u i think about you all all the time
35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?
i will start a sentence with 'and' or 'but' all the time. i will also always put my punctuation outside of quotes mla is stupid
40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.
idk if this wants one that i've written or no but um the love song of j alfred prufrock is always a great one
send me a writer ask!
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septiceyeliner · 3 years
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↳Heat Waves by @heytherestilinski
“He [Dream] wants to slide backwards in time, to the moment he crouched under the bending moon on the darkened shore. Had he waded in slower, and brought George waist-deep in the purple water, perhaps they could have sank with grace instead of fury.”
Do Not Repost Anywhere
Full cover spread + extras under read more!
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Thank you so so much to both @auburnrose & @technoblacle who graciously gave me quotes to include on the cover! Seriously the back would’ve looked so empty without them :’)
Yes, the QR code does work. I used one instead of a bar code because I didn’t want to accidentally make people believe heat waves was getting published or something.
Time for me to ramble! I’ve never made a book cover much less a full spread, but I hope it looks convincing enough? This took several several hours of work over the course of almost a week... God I spent way too much time on this..
I pulled out all the stops for this, jumping between procreate/illustator/indesign on my iPad and laptop. I used to hate illustrator, and now, it’s my best friend. Some of my friends sat in vc with me watching as I had several mental breakdowns because I couldn’t figure out how to make this work. There were several sketches all of which looked like absolute garbage to me. And when I started searching for photos I had no idea what I was looking for or what I was going to do. I think I went through the seven stages of grief and almost scrapped the whole thing when it was nearly finished just so I could start over.
Would I pick this up if I saw it at a book store? Maybe! Is it going in my portfolio? Yes, because I’m very proud of myself.
But enough about me crying “graphic design is my passion I swear!!!” I want to say some nice things about Dakota and heat waves :’)
I’m not good with words so I just want to at least say thank you Dakota! You honestly reignited my desire to create graphics again after not being able to for years. Your words painted such clear illustrations in my mind after being in a terrible art block. Some of which I’ve brought to life, others I hope to create in the future for more of your works. I wish I could’ve included more quotes! I wanted to include them as a positive reminder that people love your work and it is worthy of praise. I’m excited for Helium and maybe once that’s finished I’ll make an even better cover for it!
Edit: I made a whole post explaining my process here!! x
If anyone wants to see the sketches/timelapse videos/and me explaining my process and the cover more in-depth let me know! It’s not that deep but I can still share some stuff about it :’)
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readwebcomicsgdi · 2 years
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Hi! I’m on this site on my main blog basically constantly so I’m always around even if this blog looks a bit slow! It takes me a while but I do read most everything I’m sent Eventually, so please feel free to recommend comics any time.
This endeavor is meant to promote webcomics that might be Struggling in the current internet climate of “all webcomics exist on Webtoon” and “people stopped making new comics like ten years ago what the fuck are you talking about”. With that in mind, I’m mostly interested in helping people who are running their own websites (a tumblr blog is fine!) and who aren’t already pulling in ten thousand views every time they post anything. Additionally,
please don't recommend comics that are signed on with a publisher or already otherwise having their promotion handled for them (so, spiderforest is a-ok; hiveworks is generally Not). They are already getting professional publicity and don't need my help!*
- I encourage you to recommend your own comic!
- I encourage you to recommend your friends’ comics!
- Try to tell me at least a little about what you’re sending, it’s not like NECESSARY but it makes it easier to navigate my list. It is also okay to send more than one thing at a time, or come back and send me something else later.
- Any genre or rating is okay! I will mark it accordingly if I decide to write it up, and if you have any specific tags you’d like attached to it please let me know.
- If the comic is MIRRORED on webtoon or tapas that’s fine as long as I can read it somewhere else myself.
- This blog also sometimes features resources for comic authors to set up their own sites and things! You can find that under the “building a website” tag or the “comic help” tag; I also tag anything that isn’t a rec with “not a rec”
-I try to limit it, but I make a comic and read many of these myself so sometimes the same comic will appear here more than once. If you'd like to avoid that, you can filter out "reruns".
- My name is Aria and you can use any pronouns to refer to me.
- read more fucking webcomics
*Are you going to message me to tell me how hiveworks doesn't actually do anything for their artists? You're not the first and you won't be the last! I hear from disgruntled HW artists a lot, y'all should really consider taking it to your publisher.
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meichenxi · 3 years
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Grimm’s Law and Verner’s Law: part 1 - Indo-European background
OR: how ‘cannabis’ and ‘hemp’ are actually cognates
tldr: sound change is cool and this great series of videos can explain it better than I can: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aal9VSPkf5s. this is going to be the first of a few posts on sound change in German and English. I originally wanted to explain the second sound shift, but quickly realised that it doesn’t make sense without any of the historical context, so please bear with me
What makes a language Germanic? Imagine for a moment that you’re an alien a la Matt Haig, newly arrived to Earth and presented with a sample of the world’s languages - or specifically, part of Eurasia’s. Some languages look very similar to each other; some very different. How would you go about building a hypothesis about which languages were related to each other, and which weren’t? How would you then test this hypothesis? And how, presented finally with data that shows your languages are related, would you explain how these changes came to happen in the first place? 
Before we go on to Germanic, though, let’s talk about Indo-European today. You guys probably all know that IE is a large language family that stretches from Icelandic to Hindi; Germanic is one of the sub-groupings of this wider IE family. Within the sub-family itself, there are divisions: German is more closely related to Dutch, Norwegian to Swedish, Icelandic to Faroese and so on. This seems all fairly obvious to us now. 
Way back when many centuries ago (not that many centuries, and certainly long after the Bible began), the idea of a language family spanning English to Russian to Farsi was a little less obvious. For much of the 17th century, people (esp a bishop dude called John Wilkins) sought to prove that English was related to Hebrew - this was an important endeavour at the time, because it would lend the language religious authority, especially in its translation of the Bible. Fast forwarding to the 18th century, a man named Sir Williams Jones who lived in Bengal realised - on account of his classical education and extensive contact with Indian languages - that there were much greater similarities between Latin, Greek and Sanskrit than anybody had previously realised. He wasn’t the first to think it, but he was one of the first to make such a definitive statement. The following quote is probably one of the most famous in historical linguistics, so I apologise for quoting it in full: ‘The Sanscrit language, whatever be its antiquity, is of a wonderful structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin, and more exquisitely refined than either, yet bearing to both of them a stronger affinity, both in the roots of verbs and the forms of grammar, than could possibly have been produced by accident; so strong indeed, that no philologer could examine them all three, without believing them to have spring from some common source, which, perhaps, no longer exists: there is a similar reason, though not quite so forcible, for supposing that both the Gothick and the Celtick, though blended with a very different idiom, had the same origin with the Sanscrit, and the old Persian might be added to this family.’
He was wrong in a lot of ways - he excluded some languages that do belong in this family and erroneously included others. He also wasn’t the first to come up with this idea. This quote, more than anything, marks the beginning of people’s interest in the ‘common source’: how could such a thing ever be proven, if we didn’t have access to the language itself?  Part of the building ground for Indo-European historical linguistics was the desire to prove that linguistics was an empirical science much like any other, with laws that held universally and hypotheses that could be tested and demonstrably falsified. This rested on two principles both promoted by the Junggramatiker, or Neogrammarians, a Leipzig based group of scholars. Firstly, that sound change - the process by which sounds change, arise and disappear - was a highly regular process that held universally and obeyed certain rules. Secondly, that languages that exist today are structurally and in principle no different from languages that existed thousands of years ago - that is, we have no reason to assume that processes existed in the past that don’t exist today. This is called the uniformitarian principle. 
If both of these things are true, that means that it would be possible to not only determine how exactly these languages were related, but also reconstruct an earlier version of the language once spoken by all Indo-Europeans!! (I hope you agree that this is immensely cool.) 
Reconstructing these rules is important, because it allows us to better understand structural similarities between languages. There are some similarities which are surface deep: it’s easy to compare English cold and German kalt or warm and - well - warm, and say that they look alike. Pfad and path is a little harder, but when you compared Pfeffer and pepper it’s clear, ok, there’s a <pf> / <p> alteration going on there. Leaving the Germanic family behind, though, things get a little more tricky. 
How exactly is venue cognate with come? What about English quick and Latin vīvus? And how can sister and Hindi bahan possibly be cognates??
Some of the most meaningful observations are structural; they are not surface deep, and they’re not immediately available for study. This is because, quite simply, the time depth since Indo-European was spoken is vast; there have been extensive sound changes in all of the languages concerned. 
And that’s exactly what Grimm’s Law is. It’s a sound change that happened specifically in the Germanic branch of Indo-European, so it’s common to all Germanic languages, and nothing else. It’s one of those diagnostic criteria that an alien would use to determine that Norwegian and Dutch were related: it’s present, apart from where further sound change has obscured it, in every Germanic language - and it’s not present, apart from in borrowed words, in any non-Germanic language. That’s what we mean by diagnostic. 
Let’s have a look at some examples! We’ll explain it in more detail next time, but this might whet your appetite. Don’t worry if you can’t read the phonetic description; it’s the consonants that are important at the moment (don’t, please, ask me about vowels. just please don’t).
(nb: where I use an asterisk *, this means that this form is reconstructed, not actually attested: we don't have any records of IE. > just means ‘goes to’ or ‘becomes’ in the various daughter languages. Also <these> brackets are talking about spelling, and /these/ brackets are talking about phonemes, or actual sounds. Also, the little ‘ means aspiration - we’ll talk more about what that means next time)
*p > f (no later shift in German, though /f/ is sometimes spelled v):
Engl. brother, Germ. Bruder (cf. Lat. frāter, Skt. bhrā́tā)
Engl. full, Germ. voll (cf. Lat. plēnus, Skt. pūrṇás)
*t > *þ (Engl. th) > Germ. d
Engl. three, Germ. drei (cf. Lat. trēs, Gk. /trê:s/, Skt. tráyas) Engl. thin, Germ. dünn (cf. Lat. tenuis, Skt. tanús)
*ḱ, *k > h (no later shift in German):
Engl. hundred, Germ. hundert (cf. Lat. centum, Gk. /he-katón/, Skt.
śatám)
Engl. horn, Germ. Horn (cf. Lat. cornū)
*kw > *hw (Engl. wh) > Germ. w:
Engl. what, Germ. was (cf. Lat. adjective & relative quod, Skt. kád)
*d > *t (Engl. t) > Germ. z:
Engl. two, Germ. zwei (cf. Lat. duo, Gk. /dúo/, Skt. dvā́)
BRUH. ISN’T THIS COOL!! AND THERE ARE MORE!
You can see here already by looking at the German and English that both have sometimes subsequently undergone sound changes, like English */hw/ to /wh/ and then finally to /w/, which becomes German <w> or /v/ - these sometimes obscure things. And if you really want to find out why German is different to English, well, we’ve got quite a few sound changes to get through before we get there! 
Melissa, you might be saying, I know for a fact there’s something yucky and not-worky about Grimm’s Law. What about cases where it doesn’t seem to apply? What’s that? Also, I swear some Danish dude had the idea first but just didn’t publish...
Well. You’re not wrong. But this post is long enough already. Next time, we’ll go over what exactly it is, where exactly it manifests itself, and how it didn’t seem to work 100% of the time...and I suppose I still haven’t answered how ‘hemp’ and ‘cannabis’ are cognates...you’ll just have to stay tuned! 
Bis zum nächsten Mal! 
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Variety just published an article about PR fails. They think Armie can still save his career if he only acknowledges the scope of his "problems" and issues an apology (kinda like Shia labeouf) and that even then it would take YEARS of rehab and treatment before he comes back to HW. However they also say that it looks like Armie doesn't plan to do that lmao
It's clear to see he isn't going to do anything but lay low. He doesn't need money and I truly don't believe acting was ever his greatest ambition. He isn't going to come back from this for myriad of reasons. For one, he doesn't believe he's done anything wrong and so this will never be a case of learning and doing better. This is a fundamental defect in his psyche, stemming from a long line of hereditary malfeasance Hammer men that came before him. Mental illness, drug addiction. It's in his DNA and I'm not sure what it is about those undeniable FACTS that his stans working so hard to drag all these women through the mud don't get. He's damaged beyond repair.
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flowerspecial · 4 years
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You Are A Crime/Thriller Novelist
JB
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So we all know that JB loves to read, we have all seen the photos of him with a book in his hands while he is at the airport. So the fact that his significant other is a novelist is honestly JB’s dream. JB would be so supportive of you, doing whatever it takes to get you in the writing mood. JB would love it if he was the first person to read your novels. Even if it was just an unedited draft of a chapter, JB would feel so honoured. Because JB has such a passion for reading, he would definitely try to help you wherever possible. If he thinks that you could develop a certain part, then he will tell you! He wants you to succeed!
Mark
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Mark would be like JB, but so much more supportive (if that was even possible). Mark would not think twice before he redos a whole room in his house just to turn it into your office. He would buy you the best computer money could buy, and whatever other equipment you needed to make your job easier. There is nothing worse than when your creative juices are flowing and you have to stop half way because you don't have something to hand. Mark is definitely that partner though that wants to work in that room with you. He wouldn't talk to you, because he doesn't want to interrupt you, but he wants you to know that he is there.
Jackson
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Jackson is a scaredy baby, we all know that, so if your writing might be a bit too intense for him. Of course at first, when you tell him about the genre of novels that you write, Jackson would practically beg for you to let him read one. But at the first gory scene, the first mention of  brutal murder, Jackson is tapping out. But that doesn't mean that he is not supportive! We all know that Jackson has connections, this boy is known so well around the world! Even though he cannot read your novels without feeling a bit queasy, that doesn't stop him from getting in touch with huge publishers and sending in your work to them!
Jinyoung
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Jinyoung is THAT boyfriend, okay? Jinyoung wants you to succeed so much! If you have a passion, Jinyoung is gonna help you cultivate and harvest it to the best of your ability! He will sign you up for some writing classes with top writers. He will get you meetings with publishers so you can discuss your ideas with them, and then can help you make them even better. And he is that boyfriend who isn't afraid of giving you a bit of constructive criticism. Jinyoung is your toughest critic, but he is also your most helpful. You always give him a draft of your work, and if it passes Jinyoung’s scrutiny, then you know it must be good!
Youngjae
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Youngjae is another one who loves reading, but maybe not as avidly as JB. That's not to say that he wouldn't want to make time just to read your books! I really like the idea of Youngjae being a bit sneaky actually, maybe while you are out, he sneaks onto your laptop and reads some of your draft works. He would think it is absolutely amazing, because obviously it is! But he wouldn't say anything to you, because obviously if you did not want him to read it then there is a reason for it. That would not stop him from being so proud of you, and he would just keep giving you little nudges in the right direction.
Bambam
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Here we have another scaredy cat, and Bambam would not even beat around the bush when he says that he could not stomach reading one of your books. Your reaction would obviously depend on your own feelings. If you wanted him to read it, and he refused, then of course you would be absolutely hurt. It would feel like he is saying to you that he doesn't care! But if you didn't want him to read your work, then it wouldn't matter if he did not want to read it. If you were the former however, Bambam would definitely have to show you in other ways just hw supportive he can be, not that you would mind!
Yugyeom
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Okay, so when I say Yugyeom would be supportive, it would definitely be in his own special way. You'd definitely have to tell Yugyeom to reign it in sometimes. You would be minding your business, creating a storyline and a plot all on your own, and then here comes Yugyeom with a notebook full of ideas. He would reel off every single idea he has, and because he is so passionate about each and every one, you would struggle to tell him that it is your book, so it should be your ideas. You would try and compromise with him so that maybe he can create a couple of characters, but just be prepared for the slideshow of ideas!
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cupofkey · 4 years
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Karate and HWS Japan, pt2
here’s an addendum to this post, covering what I’ve written in this drabble and expanding on the introductory notes there, since I want to expand on/explain my goals/ideas? so read it after the drabble, though it’s probably longer lmao. also tumblr kinda swallowed up my first post on this (I can’t find it on my blog unless I try extra hard oof.) 
disclaimer I am not Japanese nor am I an expert on karate/Japanese martial arts/philosophy, I’m just a practitioner who did some research, so please let me know if there’s anything that needs fixing. alright here we go
1. Gichin Funakoshi is probably the most well-known figure in karate’s history, as the person who introduced it to the mainland; he’s the founder of Shotokan karate, which is the most widely known/practiced style, along with being very influential. basically, a big deal. I headcanon that Kiku was a student under him for many years beginning in the 1920s as karate was gaining popularity and Funakoshi was teaching it in universities, and I think he’s one of the few (non political) historical figures who knew about Kiku’s true identity as a nation.
2. the Twenty Precepts were published by Funakoshi in the late 1930s. it’s not expected of students to learn/memorize them in most schools nowadays, but they’re an important part of core karate philosophy and you’ll get a pretty good sense of it from reading these!
3. I don’t want to go way into it for the simple reason that this is only a drabble and not a full-fledged piece, but the rise of karate coincided with/followed many crucial events in Japanese history: the annexation of Korea, wars with Russia and China, and a growing sense of militarism and nationalism. I don’t think the two were mutually exclusive for Kiku in the slightest. (several name changes occurred related to this, including the “Chinese hand” -> “empty hand” kanji change mentioned in the previous post, along with changes of kata names to sound less Okinawan and more Japanese eg. Naihanchi -> Tekki.)
4. kata practice is a huge part of traditional karate styles, especially Shotokan. at first, you learn the techniques/stances used; then, you begin to understand the flow and energy of the kata (eg. breathing patterns, where to go fast/slow); then, you can start to understand how one could use the sequence in a real fight (called bunkai, super fun!). practitioners can do thousands of repetitions of individual kata in an attempt to perfect it, something I for sure see Kiku doing (one of my instructors did the most basic kata 10,000 times in one year. it’s very in line with the philosophy to do so.) the goal is to eventually perform the whole kata not as a series of techniques, but as an action as subconscious as breathing. which leads us to...
5. “empty mind” ( 無心,  mushin) is the philosophy I centered this whole thing on. I honestly think the wikipedia page is a great description of it, so I’ll just say that it’s essentially about having the ultimate awareness that isn’t blocked by your own thoughts/brain clutter. conceptually, it’s meditation, just applied to all areas of your life.
6. bowing culture in Japan is a thing and it’s complicated which I’m sure we all know. I will say that the seated/kneeling bow where your forehead touches the ground is very up there in terms of “most respectful and reverent” and I will also say Funakoshi is one of those people who very much warrants one.
7. “form is emptiness, and emptiness is form” similarly ties into karate’s philosophy an incredible amount; it’s a quote from the Heart Sutra (of Mahayana Buddhism specifically.) Buddhism and martial arts have been linked for centuries, and I feel this is a concept Kiku has in his mind a lot (as he has very strong ties to both of those.) if it sounds confusing to you or you’d like to read the full thing, you can read more here :)
anyways I hope this made sense and somewhat helped with processing that oneshot. thanks for reading !
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salemhwang · 4 years
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𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝟎𝟎𝟏:  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲
BASIC INFO
Name: salem  hwang
Pronunciation: sail-um  hw-ah-ng
Nickname(s): he  prefers  just  salem
Age: twenty-four
Date and place of birth: february  3rd,  1996  &  seattle,  washington.
Astrological sign: aquarius
Gender: cis male
Pronouns: he/him
Nationality: american
Ethnicity: korean
Occupation: bartender  &  author
Education: bachelor’s  degree  in  english  literature  with  a  minor  in  creative  writing  &  currently  pursuing  his  masters  degree  in  english  lit
Religious beliefs: agnostic
THE PHYSICAL
Height: 5′8″
Weight: 128 lbs
Body Type: toned  but  lithe
Hair: currently  dyed  deep  blue  (  see  HERE  )  but  naturally  dark
Eyes: brown
Clothing Preferences: oversized  shirts  and  sweaters,  ripped  skinny  jeans,  adidas  sneakers,  doc  martens,  bucket  hats,  &  flannels
Defining Features: large  eyes  and  sharp  jawline.
Voice Tone: deep  yet  he  speaks  rather  soft  and  there’s  a  melodic  sense  to  it
Blood-Type: a
Allergies: peanuts  and  bees
ROMANCE
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Romantic Orientation: biromantic
Do they have a type: anyone  who  doesn’t  irritate  him
Pet peeves: asking  too  many  questions,  having  to  repeat  himself,  &  being  late
PERSONALITY
Likes: chamomile  tea,  iced  coffee,  oversized  sweaters,  books  with  worn  down  spines,  bookstores,  &  cool  weather
Dislikes: unnecessarily  loud  people,  bigots,  irresponsibility,  roses,  insects,  cooking  competition  shows,  people  who  lie,  &  iced  tea
Ambivert, introvert or extrovert?: definitely  an  ambiavert.  when  he's  working  he's  very  much  an  extrovert,  though  by  choice,  he's  an  introvert  when  he's  off  the  clock.
FAMILY
Siblings: none  (  that  he  knows  of  )
Birth order: first  &  only  born
Parents: jieun  “julie”  hwang.  father  unknown.
Children: none
Do they want kids:  no
SKILLS  
What language(s) do they speak: fluently  he  speaks  english  and  korean.  conversationally  he  speaks  mandarin.
What are they talented at: writing  and  cooking
What is a hidden talent no one knows of: he's  actually  a  good  dancer,  after  having  taken  an  elective  course  in  college.  though  he  would  never  admit  to  it  or  give  reason  to  show  of  his  dancing  abilities
What are they worst at: shutting  his  mouth  and  withholding  his  opinion  lmao
A DEEPER LOOK
WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY LIKE?:
salem  has  a  very  estranged  relationship  with  his  family.  any  feelings  he  has  toward  his  mother  are  entirely  negative  to  the  point  where  if  someone  were  to  ask  about  his  family,  he  would  say  his  mother  is  dead.  since  leaving  seattle,  salem  has  deleted  her  number  and  doesn’t  ask  about  her  whenever  he  speaks  to  his  aunt  —  though,  he  is  told  bits  of  information  by  his  aunt  but  it  goes  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other.  as  far  as  his  father  goes,  salem  has  no  clue  who  his  dad  is  and  considering  even  his  mother  has  not  the  slightest  idea,  it’s  not  a  concern  of  his.  salem  figures  if  he  managed  to  get  this  far  without  a  father  then  having  one  in  his  lis  is  not  important.  so  tracking  down  his  birth  father  isn’t  a  priority.  the  only  semblance  of  a  healthy  familial  relationship  that  salem  has  is  with  his  aunt.  she’s  the  one  who  helped  raise  salem  when  his  mother  couldn’t  and  was  the  closest  thing  to  a  support  system.  salem  holds  a  fondness  for  her  and  does  speak  to  her  and  his  cousin  with  weekly  calls.
DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY:
salem  is  an  independent  person  who  dislikes  having  to  rely  on  other  people  whether  it  be  emotionally  or  in  a  physical  sense.  he  tends  to  keep  his  cards  close  to  his  chest,  offering  sharp  words  and  biting  cynicism  in  an  effort  to  keep  most  people  at  an  arms  length  distance.  despite  being  rather  reserved  and  judgemental,  salem  has  an  ability  to  switch  his  more  tenacious  personality  to  one  of  charisma  and  charm  when  it  suits  him.  given,  when  it  suits  him  is  mainly  at  work  where  he  knows  how  to  use  his  handsome  looks  and  honeyed  words  to  secure  a  generous  tip  from  those  he  serves.  having  been  as  independent  as  he  was  from  such  a  young  age,  it’s  a  way  of  life  that  salem  has  grown  accustomed  to  and  doesn’t  feel  the  need  to  really  change  that.  especially  since  he  knows  that  he,  himself,  is  the  only  real  person  he  can  count  on.
ARE THEY HAPPY WHERE THEY ARE IN LIFE:
the  best  way  to  describe  it  is  a  temporary  happiness.  salem  feels  quite  accomplished  in  his  literary  career  with  his  published  poetry  collections,  as  well  as  his  current  work-in-progress  of  a  novel.  career  wise,  he  is  quite  happy  and  satisfied  for  where  he  is  and  the  success  he  has  achieved  through  his  writing.  that  being  said,  he  chooses  to  write  under  a  pseudonym  not  only  to  continue  on  in  a  sense  of  privacy,  but  also  so  it’s  not  easy  for  his  mother  to  check  up  on  him  .  also  he  knows  that  if  his  moderate  success  has  reached  her  that  she  would  reach  out,  but  only  to  ask  for  money.  taking  away  his  career  accomplishments,  salem  is  content  where  he  is,  but  not  happy.  though,  he  may  argue  that  the  closest  he’s  been  to  happy  is  when  his  first  poetry  collection  was  published.
WHAT IS THEIR DREAM:
salem's  dream  was  originally  to  be  a  published  author.  now  that  he's  accomplished  that,  he  isn't  quite  sure  what  to  set  his  goal  to  yet.  if  he  were  to  be  honest  with  himself  then  he  would  say  his  dream  is  to  be  happy.  though,  if  asked  he  would  say  to  be  left  alone  in  peace  and  quiet.
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migleefulmoments · 4 years
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how entertainment media works
People Magazine exists to make money. Period. They make money by selling ads. In the print magazine that means literal print ads. They sell subscriptions because each subscription is a guarantee to their advertisers that X number of people will see their ad. The more people subscribed -the more money they can charge. With the website, the ads are clickable links but even if you don’t click the ad, they want to keep you clicking on People stories as long as possible because you see more ads.
 Ok, so now we know what motivates them when they are writing stories-MONEY. They need to produce content to make money and they need to produce content that people are interested in aka the hottest stars and hottest shows, stars and their families, the most screwed up stars and reality stars, murder, death, and feel good stories compromise People’s formula. 
Hollywood is a no-brainer for them to cover because Patti LuPone, Ryan Murphy, Jeremy Jordan, Darren Criss, Rob Reiner, and lots of beautiful people. So they do a cute story with Darren. The world is in quarantine so shows aren’t being made and nobody is walking red carpets or attending galas and celebs are staying home. They can’t do photoshoots and they aren’t hearing about big breakups because people aren’t out and about. They have very little to cover right now and everyone is looking for feel good stories. Darren’s first anniversary just passed, everything Darren has said publicly since his wedding has been about how happy he is being married and how much he loved the wedding. IDK whether it came up in the conversation or Darren was asked about his marriage, but they got some good quotes that make a great happy story and they got another page of content during the Covid shutdown. Most fans love seeing stories about celeb’s personal lives (even if their significant other has “No claim to fame”)  so the story will be popular which all together make the story a no-brainer.
The clickable links to old stories are to keep you clicking. The more Darren stories they can put in front of your eyes the longer they may keep you on People’s website looking at those ads. 
Darren’s team isn’t planting the Mia stories and the old recommended stories- anyone suggesting that sounds like a complete loon- in fact, they sound like the “‘Merica Freedom” people protesting the lockdown by congregating at the state Capitol- INSANE. The crisscolfer storyline is not backed up by any credible evidence- not one shred of evidence just like the protesters who scream “This is a hoax” or better yet “the Democrats did this”. If you are going to stand up and be an asshole over something you now nothing about, at least try to sound educated. Understand of what you speak instead of making it up in your head to be whatever it is you need it to be. ”It will miraculously go away” “I hear that bleach kills the virus, are we looking into that as a treatment? You can look into that?” Just like Donald, your sycophants will never tell you how crazy you sound but you both sound like fools. 
BTW- Darren and Chris are Also listed as “audience members” on IMBD for Dancing with the Stars so please let that go.  
Anonymous asked: Well she hijacked his H/wood press. His dad’s death. And got her fake wedding published in a major magazine along with an article about her fake life. Life goal achieved. Can he be free now? It boggles the brain that his team was able to get an absolute nobody so much attention and steal his moment. Again. I challenge her fans to ask themselves why this was published. She’s a nobody and not interesting. I was feeling so positive about his press. And then his team attacked.
Cassie Nonnie, it disgusts me on SO many levels. But hey, she got what she ultimately wanted. The same magazine as LM, only 14 months too late. Even if those articles were scheduled to print, when his dad passed, they should have been postponed. Instead, one was literally linked to the article that said he was mourning the loss of his father. Why the hell did they think anyone wanted to read about a person that has no claim to fame outside being a beard for a celebrity?
The article about her fabulous made up career is just sad. How is anyone supposed to take you seriously when you quit every job you’ve ever had handed to you, or they simply take it from you because you suck so much at it? Or when you have an IMBD page that lists you as an audience member for a reality dance competition show? Her whole existence is a bad joke. Which would be fine, if she was even a halfway decent person. She’s not. She’s like a negative postal worker. Nothing stops them, not snow, not wind, nor sleet, nor hail, nor a deadly virus. In her case, nothing stops her narcissism, not a fake resume, not a “husband” that refuses to willingly touch her, or makes his feelings of disgust clear, not a “mother in law” that expresses a desire to attend an awards show with her famous son, not even the death of her “father in law.” Her complete lack of compassion is incomprehensible. Even most of her paid friends posted messages of love and respect for his dad. What did she do? Made sure, once again, that it’s all about HER. She couldn’t have HER red carpet moments to be an utter embarrassment for HW, so she settled for pap walks and making his father dying about her and her awful party, finding a way to make herself the victim that sacrificed everything to stand by D’s side when he was chasing his dream and ignoring her, oh, and as an added bonus, they changed the fucking timeline AGAIN.
Was this harsh? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No. It’s inconceivable to me that you could take one of the worst things to happen to someone and make it about you.
chrisdarebashfulsmiles If a pandemic is not enough to make us think we are in a very absurd time, we have p/eople, in the most wrong time publishing articles ( work ethic for the love of God...it's possible to postpone something if the time is wrong) that instead of talking about works, makes the wedding like a life goal more important than everything else. I saw a scanned page, I refuse to give a visit to them.
I would like to say to team shit that this is the wrong way to work on the reputation of a client. Because, D is your client, not the wife.
Technically speaking, about her they are doing good, if we put aside the timeline. We are the problem, because we care only about him.
Source: chrisdarebashfulsmiles
Anonymous asked: But honestly it's been a year! A YEAR! How many more times are they gona mention he's married.. they even went back to the en/cagement thays was two years ago! This is the entertainment news .. this sorta news becomes old within a month.. I would this is ridiculous but it's been ridiculous for some time now
Cassie: Nonnie, technically, it’s been a little more than 14 months, and as it’s the only thing she has right now, that’s why we’re seeing this push. She wanted her pictures in that particular magazine and she finally made it happen. Congratulations PBB, you win the most pathetic existence award.
Anonymous asked: I find it appalling that some news articles acknowledging the passing of Bill Criss, a respected family man, devote so much space to promote the marriage and career of his daughter in law. A shameful grab for publicity at such a sad time
Cassie: Nonnie, it’s deplorable. Anything written right now should be about his new project dropping tomorrow or a condolence piece about his dad, who accomplished so much and no one has a single thing to say about the man that isn’t a glowing endorsement of how wonderful he was. Yet we get article after article, no doubt approved and encouraged by his shit team, about a lazy nobody with a work ethic that can only be measured in negative numbers. This is not the time. 
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josaeul · 5 years
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Love Confessions PT 1° BTS
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☽: Pairing: BTS (OT7) x Female Reader / First Person
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☽: Au: Momentary High School Au! Yandere !
☽: Word Count: 30K
☽: Chapters Here: 13/(Currently)26
☽: Summary: It didn’t matter that you didn’t know them, it didn’t matter if you had your own plans; it did matter if you didn’t return their love.
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☽: A/N: Hi, I’m Dio/Ado! I used to have another tumblr account where I originally published LC but it soon became more of a “personal” so I took it down, while I didn’t publish chapters here I did publish up to 26 chapters in other platforms, so instead of publishing 26 1k-3k words I meshed them all together into 2 parts, as of now the story is still ongoing so there will be more than 30 chapters (my original estimate). If anyone is wondering, this fic has been ongoing since the 7th of July, 2018 and has been on-and-off in the works, mainly because I’m still in high school and it’s h a r d to have a schedule when you’re swamped with hw. This is edited but there may be spelling errors and bad usage of full-stops and commas where they’re very wrong (I mainly speak, not write in english lol that’s why I’m better verbally speaking than writing) but bare with me; english isn’t my first language!
Because this fic is so damn long, especially here on Tumblr where I decided to mash up some chapters, I’ve added a key for the recommended rest/stop place! It’s this  “____ღ”, this is where the original chapter ends!
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It’s been going on for ages ever since I moved back here strange notes have littered my locker everyday. Love confessions as a matter of fact. They made no sense, the situation made no sense they weren’t written by the same person but they were written by the same group of people. Honestly, at the beginning I found them to be quite cute they were written with such fondness it made my heart flutter. It was clear they were written with care, each word delicately being chosen, that time had been spent crafting each. But as more time went on they became more aggressive, possessive, threatening and even demanding. Still, these people continued to declare their love but showed strong aggression towards my friends and family at the same time. The notes started to include personal information, from where I lived to what underwear I had been using that day. I suddenly felt unsafe like my safety and life was being analyzed and used against me. Suddenly wasn’t just notes soon there were eyes following me too and in those moments where I felt eyes following me as I walked around the schools' hallways, I hid on the rooftop where I knew that this stalker, or stalkers, would leave me alone. Or at least for a moment or at least I thought so, I hoped.
Today I was clutching my bag tightly as I made my way behind the gray wall of the roof, where I’d hide whenever I felt those eyes following me around, one that was meant to keep us away from the storage room, and failed to do so, when suddenly a girl, probably a few years older than me, walked in followed by a fellow student; a boy. And the boy was none other than the one and only Jeon Jeongguk. Seeing his stupidly handsome face made me scowl, I quickly hid behind the wall and listened in to hear what was happening I didn’t want him to think of me as a loner that couldn’t make any friends other than him because I could.
I knew Jeongguk we were actually best friends when I first lived here. We’d go everywhere together, the park, the movies, we’d also go to each other’s house so often we had the others’ clothes and some belongings there, it had gone to such a point where our parents began planning our wedding. At the time the thought of marrying Jeongguk made me cringe because we were best friends but now just the thought of breathing the same air as him made me want to cut off my oxygen intake and just suffocate a slow and painful death. In other words; I, [Whole Name] [Last Name], hated Jeon Jeongguk with my life.
He became the embodiment of what he, we, used to hate. So coming back home to Jeongguk version two felt like I had lost a friend, a part of me and I did. Jeongguk forgot completely about what we had, about me. He became cold and he distanced himself, started hanging out with the ‘cool kids’, or whatever. I don’t care at least not now. I could make new friends, I could act cold, I could ignore him and I did. But did I want to? No, not really. But at the same time, if this was Jeongguk now, I don’t want anything to do with him.
At the beginning when I had just come back I did my best to become friends again but with how he was acting and seeing him act like such a dick made me want to beat him up, he had completely forgotten and ignored me, he didn’t even spare a glance my way. The only time I’d go to his house now was when Mrs. Jeon, his mom, invited me to help her cook and try to bring us together again. But every time I went there he’d either ignore me or throw insults at my face, and after that he’d just stare at me for the rest of my stay there.
The last time I went was over a little over a month ago and it was solely to take the things I’d left there when I was younger. I did my best to go when I knew he had football practice so I didn’t have to meet him. That day I made sure to call his mom to get her to lend me her keys something she happily did at the end of the day I was [Family Nickname] the girl that helped their shy son and became his first friend. I took with me some boxes, I don't remember exactly what or how much I left, but whatever it was I was taking it back. Jeongguk had made it rather clear he didn’t want anything to do with me so I made him a favor taking back my stuff back. The minute I stepped foot inside the house I noticed a pair of my favorite shoes there, I probably left them there when we said goodbye so when I came back I could leave with my special shoes, how cringy. Mrs. Jeon probably left them there they looked so clean as if someone had just bought them, I could imagine her cleaning the shoes everyday. Laughing a bit I took the shoes and placed them in one of the boxes I had brought, maybe Mrs. Jeon would miss them but Jeongguk wouldn’t. As I made my way to the living room, everywhere I went something was there. My old portable game console, a few books I had been looking for, some random hair ties, those looked too childish to be from Mrs. Jeon and I don’t think Jeongguk would use hair ties either, some toys, and like that I found bits and pieces of my childhood everywhere, it felt nostalgic and to some point my heart ached. And it all went into one of my boxes, so by the time I had walked all the first floor all traces of my belongings had left and all that was left was the second floor,  I had filled up the of one of then cardboard boxes I had brought, I still had two left and one that I had brought full of his belongings he’d left when we were young that my mom had kept just in case he’d need them back. I made my way up to where the rooms were I noticed how the only one that had my old stuff was Mrs. and Mr. Jeon’s and Jeongguk’s bedroom, the guest rooms and Junghyun’s room where practically bare with no traces of the family, much less me. His parents' room had a few pictures and a few tacky drawings me and Jeongguk had made, those I didn’t touch, I even noticed how in her dresser Mrs. Jeon still had the bead bracelets I made her. But the room that shocked me the most was Jeongguk’s, his room was filled with my stuff and I didn’t know if two boxes would be enough for all of it. He had stuff from pictures of the two of us to even my old plushie I brought with me when we had sleepovers, just to name a few that stood out. He kept it all and I didn’t really know how to feel. I snapped to my senses and quickly took all I could fit in my boxes and as I did a big part of me felt weirded out. Why did he act like he hated me so much if he kept all of this, it took me over all almost an hour to clear his room but it felt right, no pictures or plushie; no [Name]. He wasn’t going to be reminded I ever existed now. Good, I didn’t want to be remembered by him. I took the box I had brought myself and left it neatly on his bed, quickly wrote a small note explaining what I had done and why. I didn’t apologize, why would I? He erased himself from my life emotionally, and even went as far as avoiding me, so might as well say physically too. I was doing the same thing, but as I took out my boxes and walked back home I couldn’t help but feel guilty and empty. After that I ignored the Jeon’s. I didn’t go to their house, only waving to them when we stumbled on the supermarket, didn’t really pick up their calls leaving my parents to do so, only going over if I knew my parents or someone else I knew was going too. Basically never. I had erased them from my life; but most importantly I erased him.
If only I had seen how Jeongguk reacted to seeing all his collection gone.
So, seeing him now being dragged all the way over here probably for a love confession made me cringe and hard. Seeing your ex-best friend being asked out definitely felt weird. And I felt a strange pang in my chest as I looked at the girl, her name was Sakura and she was cute. The different kind of cute I was, I mean am I even cute to begin with? Maybe that’s what his ideal type is, the opposite of me. Why was I being so damn petty?
As they walked towards the railing of the roof I pressed myself closer to the walls, I didn’t want to get caught somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, much less by Jeongguk. Plus, as wrong as it was, I wanted to see how it turned out. As much as I say I hate him, he still played a part in my life, a part I wasn’t about to truly forget or replace.
The girl shyly fixed her hair behind her ear as she spoke, she took her time probably nervous, “W-well, Jeongguk... I know you must get this a lot...”
”Oh god, please hurry up!” He exclaimed impatiently. God he was such a dick.
”Ah, ok! I like you, a lot. I know you’ve dated prettier girls and I may not be the best but-“
”Cut it, will you? I don’t know you, what even is your name Sana? Sinb? Sarah? Look, I guess you’re not that bad, but come on, me? Please, don’t waste my time like this, this is unnecessary.”
”Wh-what?” The pretty girl choked out, I wasn’t really looking by now having seen enough but I could tell by her voice that what that dick said hit her hard, sure those are insults someone would have thrown around in second grade but still, pouring your heart out for it to then be rejected in such manner must have hurt. I had never been rejected, but I could only imagine the pain.
“Are you fucking stupid? Look,” he started, “please get lost and refrain from contacting me ever again.” Ya ou could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke and I bet all my money that as the girl left running she was a crying mess and I couldn’t blame her I was close to crying too, just where did Jeongguk go. I know people change, especially from fourteen to seventeen, hell even from ten to eleven, but the changes he went through shocked me to the core.
I sat waiting to hear the door open and close to indicate he had left too but it never came. It seemed he was staying out there, he didn’t walk either he seemed to be standing in the same place. I thought he had fainted, a pretty good thing if I wanted to run away without confrontation, or something until he burst out laughing. The sound of his laughter was psychotic, it started out quite but it grew to the point I wanted to rip my ears off. No one had told a joke and nothing funny had happened, if anything the scene that just played out was quite sad, especially since I had been in similar shoes. So then, why was he laughing. I pressed my back tightly against the wall and pushed myself further away from the edge. His laughing fit didn’t stop though. It became even louder. He laughed so hard he fell on the floor, the sound of his knees making contact with the ground bounced all over the place accompanied with the sound of him hitting the ground in laughter, he sounded demented.
After a few seconds of this the laughing stopped, but again the sound of the rooftop door opening didn’t come much less the sound of him standing up. Now the only sound other than the wind and soft rain softly passing through tree leaves was the sound of him crying and speaking through broken sobs.
”I didn’t do enough, didn’t I? Of course I didn’t”, he screamed, his voice sounded constricted and forced, “Why won’t she love me! I did everything Namjoon told me to do... everything!” He began shouting towards the end of his mumble. He clearly wasn’t stable, at least not now, and it broke my heart to see him like this. Who was Namjoon? Did he make him act like this? Perhaps, was it student council Namjoon? Was he somehow responsible for the strange change Jeongguk went through? I mean, he holds enormous power considering he’s just the president of the student council, I mean, he’d been in this school for such a long time but no student has that much power. He was to graduate soon, his class was the first to graduate since the extension of high school education from eighteen to nineteen-twenty, he was older than many of us but that was no reason for him to hold that much influence.
Yet the poor boy kept on crying and I couldn’t listen to him anymore. Not even the sound of the rain could really drown his sorrows out. I was disappointed in him, and I had no idea why he was crying, but either way he still had a big spot inside my heart and I felt weak hearted, and I did what I had told myself countless time I wouldn’t do. I stood up, picked up my bag and made my way towards the broken boy.
As I stood a few feet in front of him I could feel my heart break slightly, it looked worse than what it sounded. His shirt was soaked with tears and rain, his nose was runny, I couldn’t see his eyes as he covered them with his hands. I walked slowly towards him and he finally seemed to hear me and the weight in air as he went stiff, losely growling as he spoke, “How long have you been there?”
But unlike his voice, his body shook slightly as tears continued to fall from his eyes and down his cheeks. I felt awful, he still was my Jeonggukie. Scared of what others thought, shy and a cry baby, a dummy, impulsive, and reckless, to name a few. He was still my Jeongguk. That’s what I wanted to believe now, would it stay like that though?
“A-ah, shit,” I froze before blindly speaking whatever came to my mind, “Jeonggukie, please don’t cry, uhh, you’ll make me cry too!” I cringed realizing that I had used the ‘special’ nickname I had with him with the technique I always used on him when we were younger so that he’d stopped crying. The nickname wasn’t special anymore, it seemed like all the girls in this school used it on him, but still I could silently pride myself on being the first one to call him that. And that technique wasn’t going to work, he was older now and he hated me, didn’t he?
“Bunny?” He asked shyly, he slowly let his hands drop from his face as a small blush took over his features. Maybe, just maybe, he still was my Jeonggukie somewhere deep down.
Finishing the few steps I needed to be by his side I crouched down to his level, and brought my hand to caress his hair softly, we were getting soaked so I try and cover us with my school bag. Slightly humming as confirmation that it was indeed me, and after him looking over me fast as if to confirm that it was really me, he threw himself at me and I fell on my butt from the force, we were now in the shade of a roof as I hit my back against the wall. He quickly hugged me and immediately began crying once more.
”[Name]! I’m so so sorry if I made you mad or hurt you, oh god, don’t tell me I hurt you!” He began blabbering as he cried harder. What happened to him? Only a few minutes ago he was being the biggest dick to a sweet girl and now he was crying and apologizing to me?
“Jeongguk, what happened?” I tried to ask but he refused to listen and opted to continue apologizing and not letting go. He wasn’t as scrawny as he was when he was younger, he was actually quite *big in comparison to me so pushing him away was out of the question. So I opted to silently embrace him. We had spent such a long time like this that we both ended falling asleep and missing class. Not that I cared, I was happy being like this. I could never be mad at him forever.
By the time I had woken up, I expected Jeongguk to be gone because it was either A) a dream or B) he regretted what he did and decided to be a dick again if not an even bigger one. But to my surprise I woke up to a big pair of doe like eyes staring up at me from his position on top of my chest.
“Bunn,” he began, his voice husky from just waking up, “I’m sorry if I upset you, I know you went up to my house and took your stuff back, I almost had a panic attack when I noticed your things were gone. I’m so sorry if I was ever a dick to you. I-I just love you so much I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” He whispered softly as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, blushing slightly I stare away from him.
”I love you too, Kookie. Don’t worry about anything, ‘kay? You’re always going to be my best friend.”
If only I had noticed how his eyes seemed to have darkened at the mention of best friend.
That day, Jeongguk walked me home. We went up to our lockers, and I was surprised to see one less love note. Today, there were only six. I expected Jeongguk to ask me about it, or ask me if I knew them, but he if anything he seemed more interested in me arriving home safely.
That night was the first night I received a letter inside my house. Freaking out I quickly open the letter only to find out my suspicions were true.
——☽
Our dearest [Name],
We are all very happy to know that you have finally accepted your fate to be with us. It is on our best intentions to tell you that it will not be long until we are reunited again.
In the meantime, we wish you do not engage in any form of relation with any male or female other than the ones you already engage with. If you do happen to break this wish, we are sorry to tell you that we will be forced to deal with the source of the problem very similarly with how a gardener does; take out the malice from the roots. All that we ask of you is to stay put and wait for us as we will come when the time is right.
Meanwhile you wait and we prepare it all, we will be keeping an eye on you at all times. Do not fear anything as we will take care of it for you.
We will meet again but for now,
Goodbye.
-BTS
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_____________________ღ
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It had been less than a week since me and Jeongguk had begun hanging out again. And as nice as it felt it also came with this overwhelming feeling whenever he was around, he was too clingy. He’d be there always, and if he wasn’t he’d be calling me or texting me.
He had been doing the latter all day. He said it was his way of saying sorry and that if he could he would’ve come over. And at that, I didn’t know what was worse; him calling me or him being here.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful that we’d finally be able to hang out like we used to, heck yes I was, it’s just not like this. I didn’t like the feeling he brought with him whenever we hung out; it was just like at school. But instead of eyes, it was actions and words.
Who knew words could have such an effect on somebody?
They knew.
The people that have been leaving the notes on my locker knew. I had no idea why, but after a while of this strange occurrence, I started collecting the notes. It became a habit of mine whenever I was bored to try and decipher or try finding patterns in them. And today seemed like a nice day to try, everyday seemed like a nice day to try if it brought me closer to stopping these creeps.
I had turned off my phone. Giving Jeongguk a quick text saying I was going to study so I couldn't have my phone on, liar liar. I had decided to try and analyze the notes, do something with them at least.
And the best way to do so was to go to the beginning.
I decided to paste them to a small notebook I had laying around, so I just had to flip a few pages to find what I was looking for.
The first note, and it happened to be signed by Suga.
It was rather short but heartfelt, and the first time I read it I couldn’t help but blush furiously. It went like this;
”My muse,
I’ve been loving you for a while now, you know? My heart skips a beat every time I see you, and it starts creating a new melody for you, its eternal muse.
All I can do is hope that when our time comes to meet, you help me create the most beautiful symphony for us.
Until tomorrow and forever,
Suga”
Even now, the thought that someone like me was able to inspire someone with such a way for words to create music made my heart skip a beat. But this ‘Suga’ boy wasn’t as sweet as he introduced himself as, slowly I saw his transition from a love struck boy to a sick pervert. Especially on his latest note, which by far has to be one of the creepiest;
”My dearest muse,
What exactly do you think you’re doing? Talking to those no life like that, letting them flirt and touch you. Are you that lonely that you’re willingly letting anybody touch you?
I’m the only one allowed to touch you, perhaps there are few times were I’m allowed to do so but I treasure them intently.
Next time that happens I’ll make sure to cut their dirty hands off and burn them to ashes, so they never bother you again. I promise to send their ashes to you soon.
I  don’t like breaking promises, darling.
Whatever happens remember that I still love you.
With eternal love,
- Your loyal servant, Suga”
Reading the note over and over again I couldn’t help but think that I should go to the police but as quick as the thought formed it had to go away. If it was true that they were watching my every move then I couldn’t risk going to the police because who knew what they’d do, they already knew where I lived and so they must also know my family and friends too. I wasn’t going to go around and risk them unless it got too dangerous.
Time had flown by the window, and by the time I finished reading all of Suga’s letters it had already turned dark.
”Ah, I must’ve skipped lunch and dinner...”, I mutter. I wasn’t surprised, actually, it happened very often where I’d be so caught up I forgot about time. Today was no exception it seems.
Everyone in my house, except for myself, were out for the next week. I wasn’t worried about being by myself, neither about the stalkers since from what I caught on they seem more keen on keeping me out of harm, strangely knowing that they were there and would try and keep harm away from me made me worry less about the dangers of being by myself, though a recurring theme on their letters was taking me away when the right time came that was going to be easy to avoid; I just wasn’t going to give them the right time. I’d make it impossible for them to take me until I could be sure that I and my family could be safe, then I’d go to the police. That’s the plan, the best case scenario.
Deciding that it was enough blabbering to myself, I try to cheer myself up and go make some food. I wasn’t going to make some Gordon Ramsay premium meal, fuck that shit, I’d just go for one of those 5-6 minutes microwave dishes or whatever.
As the dish sat in the microwave I decided to turn on my phone, and not to my surprise Jeongguk had bombarded my phone with texts and calls. Even though I wasn’t surprised, it didn’t mean it didn’t creep or worry me out.
We hadn’t even been around each other for a week and he already was slightly getting on my nerves. I was going to have a talk with him about respecting others privacy.
I open the messenger app to find texts after text from Jeongguk. My chest slightly hurt, since when was he this dependable?
——☽
Jeonggukie
Hey i’m gonna be studying so i’ll have to turn my phone off (>o<) :ME
Jeonggukie: okay (^o^)!
Jeonggukie: it’s fine just text me once you’re done!
Jeonggukie: gtg team needs its’ golden player again
[sent at 1:16pm]
Jeonggukie: YOY O Y OY O!!!!
Jeonggukie: Why haven’t you texted me bakc?
Jeonggukie: *back
Jeonggukie: are u mad @ me??
Jeonggukie: Σ(゚д゚lll)
[sent at 1:23pm]
Jeonggukie: wait.... don’t tell me you’re actually mad?
Jeonggukie: fuck,
Jeonggukie: gtg again for practice but by the time i’m back you better not be studying anymore and be online with me,,,
[sent at 2:34pm]
Jeonggukie: [Name]...
Jeonggukie: Are you ok?
Jeonggukie: You’re not hurt right?!
Jeonggukie: Oh fuck....
Jeonggukie: What if someone took you?!
Jeonggukie: What if someone HURT you?!
Jeonggukie: [Last name] [Name] you better text me right now or else I might do something we both will regret....
[sent at 4:20pm]
Jeonggukie: [Name]...
Jeonggukie: I went over to their house but,
Jeonggukie: They told me you weren’t with them...
Jeonggukie: They also didn’t know where you are...
Jeonggukie: Or if you’re with someone
Jeonggukie: So then the question is...
Jeonggukie: Where are you Bunn?
Jeonggukie: They didn’t tell me :(
Jeonggukie: Will you tell me?
Jeonggukie: :(
[sent at 5:37pm]
Jeonggukie: They told me they didn’t know but I know they’re lying!
Jeonggukie: So I took care of them!!
Jeonggukie: Aren’t you happy?!
Jeonggukie: Awww, but now I’m dirty :((
Jeonggukie: Your prince can’t be dirty can he?
[sent at 7:43pm]
Jeonggukie: i still can’t find u tho...
Jeonggukie: you can’t be still studying... actually you may!
Jeonggukie: idk BunBun, it seems weird to me u never did this before....
[sent at 7:56pm]
Jeonggukie: u know what!
Jeonggukie: I'm going over to your house!
Junggukie: and if you’re not there or with someone else...
Jeonggukie: Kookie is going on a man hunt ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
[sent at 8:00pm]
——☽
What the hell? What was he going on about? In all honesty I was curious, but I didn’t want to find out. The more I thought about what Jeon had texted me, the more it confused me. Thoughts mixed with illusions, and facts mixed with theories.
What if Jeongguk was one of the note writers?
It seems so far fetched, I mean how did I even come with that conclusion, but it also makes so much sense. If he was one of these creeps then- no, he couldn’t, but then it could explain his weird behavior. My gut feeling was hysterically telling me to block him out of my life but...
Heck, [Name] stop it, you’re mixing up reality with fantasy and making life more difficult than what it should be. I did my best to push the thought away, but it somehow always found a way to linger in my mind. But there’s no way Jeongguk would be stalking me, we had barely even reconciled. I had been so caught up in thoughts that I hadn’t heard the front door opening, and by the time I did the intruder had already made their way to the kitchen. Tensing up at not only the arrival of the intruder but also at the obnoxious sound of the microwave announcing itself ready, I jump slightly when a hand pats my shoulder to then engulf me in a hug.
”Bunny! Oh my god! I thought someone had hurt you!”, Jeongguk pouted, “Why didn’t you answer my texts, [Name]?”
Feeling uncomfortable I slightly push his hands off me but to no avail as he continues holding me tight.
“God! Jeongguk, I told you I was studying! Not everyone can get A’s without working!” I try to sound as true and confident as possible. If my assumptions were true then any false move could mean hell for me.
“Ah, Darling you flatter me!” He joked, “but don’t go around thinking like that, don’t tell me someone told you the opposite?”
Fuck, why is he acting so weird! Who even asks these questions? This wasn’t the Jeongguk I left. He’s meant to get these thoughts away not confirm them!
“Jeez, Jeon, it’s nothing I promise you. This test is very important to me and I can’t risk failing it” I try to reason with him he was acting unreasonably right now.
“Mhm, is that so?” He questions as he lays his head on top of mine, “Then it’s decided. Tomorrow I’ll take you to a friends house so he can teach you, he’s really smart Bunny!” He laughed a bit.
“Haha, really?” I ask slightly disheartened.
”Yeah, his name is Kim Namjoon, do you know him by any chance?”
Hell fucking no, he couldn’t be talking about council president Kim Namjoon, right?
“The-the council president?” I gulped, please no no no no no no no no no no n-
“Yes, you’re not that anti-social, Bunny.”
Fuck.
——————————☽
[Earlier || 3rd p.o.v]
Jeongguk was freaking out. You hadn’t answered his text for a while now. You couldn’t be studying for that long, right? You normally always had your phone with you so then why weren’t you texting him? Had you met someone better? Did you meet someone better? Even after all he did for you? He changed so much because of you and you were paying him like this? It was clear to him that you wouldn't be studying for that long.
No, it wasn’t you, it was probably some pesky friend of yours keeping you away from him, let’s be real you love him so why would you ignore him.
Jeongguk didn’t like that at all.
Maybe what he was going to was harsh, but it wasn’t like it was his first time doing this for you. But he couldn’t do it alone.
He had gotten so anxious and scared something had happened to you he began shaking. With the anxiety eating him away he shakily dialed the number and waited to get his call to get picked up.
”Namjoon, I need help with something”
It had taken Jeongguk and Jimin little to no time finding out where your ‘friends’ were.
”Does she really have to hang out with people like them?” Jimin asked Jeongguk, accentuating them. It was clear that the boy didn’t approve of the people you hung out with, why couldn’t you hang out with him instead? He was clearly better than these Joy and Lisa girls.
”Oi! It’s not my fault none of you had the balls to hang out with her before.” Jeongguk snarled at his older friend, they made you happy, why was Jimin questioning you?
“Well, why don’t you grow a pair and hang out with her then?” Jimin mocked, he knew why, they all knew why.
”Oh shut up you burnt piece of-“
Just as Jeongguk was about to throw a punch, the front door open and out came your best friend, Joy.
Confused she started at the two boys and asked, “Jeon, Park? What are you two doing here?”
Jumping slightly, Jimin offered her a charming smiling as he pushed Jeongguk's’ hand away, “Aw! Joy you caught us! We were just wondering about [Name], and since you two are friends we thought we’d come and ask you!”
It didn't make sense to Joy why they’d come to her house when they could’ve texted he, much less when they could have directly asked [Name]r.
“Why didn’t you call me then? It would’ve been easier...” She trailed off.
“We didn’t have your number!” Jeongguk smiled.
Liars, they did have her number and she knew it, how else would’ve they invited her to those parties. That’s when she noticed why it felt odd.
“Well, how did your know where I live” She questioned further, they weren’t acting like usual. Joy never liked them, to be honest, she always found them weird but this was on another level.
”We checked the school records, silly!” Jimin laughed, he was starting to get annoyed.
”What are talking about? Stop acting so weird!” She shouted, who would go that far to know where someone lived!
Plus, the school records had her dad’s house not this one!
”Atta, girl!”, Jimin smirked walking towards the girl, “You haven’t been answering any of our questions and it’s getting annoying..”
”Where is [Name]?” Jeongguk butted in.
Shaking her head slightly she tried closing the door on them, things were escalating quickly and she didn’t like where this was going.
”Stupid girl, where is she?” Jimin asked harsher, she was taking too long and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was willing to put up with her. Jimin was a patient good boy but when it came to you he couldn’t wait, he wasn’t going to wait.
”I-I don’t know now leave me alone!”
Oh poor Joy!
—☽
It had taken the boys a few hours but eventually she broke, everyone brakes eventually.
But sadly, it was true; she didn’t know where you were.
And now the boys had spilled blood that shouldn’t have been spilled.
”Look what you did Jeongguk!”, Jimin scowled as he dragged what he hoped and looked like the leftovers of a girl's arm, “Now we have to clean this whole shit up by ourselves, you little bitch. ”
The younger boy had been given the task of taking out the heavy load as he had been the one responsible for this kill.
“How many times do I have to tell you she wasn’t, and still isn’t for your fucking information, picking up my calls or responding to my texts!” He shouted from outside, it was true. While Jimin was busy trying to coax out information about your whereabouts, Jeongguk had been repeatedly calling you.
“Be grateful we actually got useful information about [Name] or else I would’ve told Namjoon about your breakdown.” The eldest of the two threatened as he glared at the younger boy.
They had been cleaning for a good hour when they realized they still had a shit more to clean, deciding to call for help, they patiently sat at the dead girls house as they roamed through a box of momentum’s Joy had of her and her friends.
And to their luck, she had a few pictures of you. They had passed the rest of the wait there going through her stuff trying to find anything about or from you, which they did. In their eyes, they hit the mother load.
They had been so caught up by the box and it’s content they hadn’t realized their friends had arrived.
It was like the two boys were there with you! Gushing at the thought they searched further and further in the seemingly never ending box.
“Kook, we need help if you want to burn the evidence, I’m afraid you’ll need to-“, Namjoon started but his voice drifted off as he took a better look at the box in the youngest hands, “What’s that?”
”Ah! Just a box Jiminie and I found at the girls house, if you look closely it has a lot of stuff from [Name]!” Jeongguk exclaimed happily, hell yes he was proud of himself, he means, how many times can the others say they found anything remotely similar to this?
”Are you sure there’s nothing else like that in the house?” Namjoon asked again as he took a look through the box, maybe there’d be something, anything that could help get closer to you, help him get closer to you.
”Don’t know...”, Jimin trailed off, “maybe we can search while we finish the place up.”
And that’s what they did, four boys; Namjoon, Jimin, Jeongguk and Taehyung went through the house searching for anything that could be of use to them. But to much of their dismay, they didn’t find much.
Clearly pissed Namjoon mercilessly threw the lighter at the house setting the building ablaze. Without even looking back, he made his way to the car and patiently waited for his friends as they watched the building burn.
After a while, Jimin and Taehyung suggested Jeongguk to continue searching for you. And so the youngest did, texting you about going to your house he asks his friends to drop him there.
As they watched him leave the car Namjoon calls out to him, “Kook, we helped you with your little stunt but now you have to help us, you’ll set us up with her somehow, ok?”
A little nervous, Jeongguk just nods. How is he supposed to set you and the other three up? Turning around towards your house he sees the lights on, you had to be there. Scolding himself for not checking your house earlier he invites himself in, not really caring if you wanted privacy or not.
Because why would you want to be away from your groom?
———☽
[Present// 1st p.o.v]
After leading Jeongguk out of my house, after agreeing to take his stupid study lessons with that Namjoon man, I can’t wait to go to sleep.
Taking a quick shower, I throw myself at my bed only to be met with the odd feeling of paper against my chest.
Terror courses through my veins as I slowly sit up from a lying position. Oh hell no, please no. Fully sitting up, I stare in front of me to find a pretty, slightly crumbled, white envelope with a pretty heart sticker in the middle.
How did it get here? The only other person who came here was.... Jeongguk. But when did he come inside my room?
——☽
Our Dearest [Name],
We are happy to see that you keep the notes we give you!
It shows how much we mean to you, of course you will never understand the extents we’d go for you. You will soon learn how to truly accept us as your future lovers.
It does sadden most of us to see you only read Suga’s letters, in the other hand he was beaming. Tell us, darling, do you read the rest of our notes like that too?
We hope.
Anyway, we are glad that we will have an opportunity to get closer soon, and we trust your feelings will come to light soon too.
With Love,
-BTS
———☽
_____________ღ
The fated day had arrived, and I was now heading over to Jeongguk’s house for our study session. I was terrified. I didn’t want to meet Jeongguk, not now that this awful theory had planted itself on my brain, and I definitely didn’t want to meet Namjoon.
Kim Namjoon, face of an angel and a personality Satan himself would be jealous of. He was student council president. At the beginning he was a sweetheart, he tricked all of us to believe him to be one. He was despicable, using his powers to his advantage to remain on top of the social hierarchy at school. Even if it was just school to some, he saw it as an opportunity to climb his way up in society now. Hanging out with the kids whose parents were CEO’s, treating them with respect and giving them what they wanted. And excellent grades, working extra credit every day and following the rules like a bible. And just like that he had managed to secure himself job offers from big companies at the age of eighteen and a half, he had enough offers that he could get fired from each one everyday for years and never be jobless. But to keep such a picture perfect image some dirty work needed to be done, of course his hands wouldn’t even budge as he always had someone else do it for him.
He was so wicked and corrupted the Devil himself was afraid.
I was shaking throughout the whole drive, my legs began moving by themselves and it suddenly felt like I wasn’t in my body anymore.
“Gran, are we close?” I asked, my voice breaking at the possibility of only being a few minutes.
”No, baby, the road we normally take closed so it’ll take us a while longer put it half an hour? God, why do things like this happen at the worst times?” Gran commented, she was right. Why do the worst things happen when you least need them to? Was there a need for balance? Did every time something good happens something bad had to contradict the previous events as if to remind you that ‘hey this is real life not a movie, so bad shit happens, deal with it’.
Sighing I tell Gran that I’ll try sleeping the rest of the trip off, maybe it’ll take my mind off things, hopefully I won’t dream surely they’d be nightmares.
But sleep wouldn’t take me, thoughts about what could happen, whether it be due to the nonsense that my brain had come up with or not wasn’t clear to me, the thoughts haunted me and sleep seemed farther and farther away.
So for the rest of the car ride I just stared ahead of me. I counted clouds, the number of red cars that passed, how many people would wave back at me if I waved, how many dogs were on the street, I did everything to not be reminded that I would drown in the five hours without parental supervision next to a former friend and potential stalker and a student council president sociopath.
Closing my eyes I let out a sigh, maybe if I don’t speak about anything personal and just focus on studying it’ll go faster.
——☽
By the time we had arrived at Jeongguk’s house I was almost an hour late. And knowing from experience Namjoon didn’t like it at all. My friend Irene, the head of our club had told us stories about the boys’ ill temper. Approaching the driveway, I fumbled with my book bag and silently prayed that some stupid shit happened to Namjoon and that he wouldn’t be able to come to the tutoring session. But whatever deity is up there seemed to want to fuck me over and went out there and made him wait for me outside. And damn did he look pissed.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I pissed Kim Namjoon! I had unwillingly and unknowingly pissed Kim Namjoon, and now here he was death glaring at my car.
I didn’t care that my grandmother was driving me, fuck that, what I did care was what Namjoon could and would say. His presence was enough to invoke fear and terror and plant it in my chest.
Getting out of the car I ask my gran to pick me up earlier, “Grans, I know the session ends at six, and it’s now one but please for all that’s good pick me up at five or maybe even earlier? Make anything up, that you needed me for something! I don’t know like, help with the tv or whatever, please! I’ll do anything!” I begged her.
”Why? Weren’t you and that Jeon boy friends?” She asked me curiously, she didn’t exactly shoot down my offer yet I knew that did I say anything wrong she’d probably pick me up at ten out of spite.
”Used to, we got into a fight and I don’t want to stay with him too long, I-please.”
”Fine, fine. Just text me and I’ll come before but no matter what I’ll pick you up at five okay?”
Nodding viciously, I thank her and bid her goodbye. I had an escape plan now if things went south, and if I grew uncomfortable I could text the girls, now all that’s left is actually going through with the study session.
“Ah! Hello [Name], it seems you finally showed up!” Namjoon says as he stands up to shake my hand, I don't know if he’s being kind or just being a sarcastic prick, but at this point, I don’t care, I needed this to go faster, so fast that it’d seem like a dream, a horrible and awkward dream.
”Oh yes, the street I normally take was closed due to a house fire nearby” I try to excuse myself.
”Oh yes! I heard it was quite brutal, it seems they also found a dead girl there, I think she went to our school, Park Sooyeong or Joy does it ring a bell?” He asks faking concern, why do I think he’s faking concern? Maybe it was due to the way his eyes twinkled with wonder when I asked him what he meant, maybe it was for the joy laced in his tone.
“I’m sorry, what?” I laugh, tears gathered around my eyes as I tried to understand the wicked grin that sat in his face, why couldn’t he have told me differently, not so vaguely and so disinterested probably because he knows she was my best friend, because she’d always cause him trouble, because she was different; why? Joy, the thought of her dead made me start bawling my eyes right there. She couldn’t be.. dead? She had called me yesterday to make plans to hang out next weekend. Her happy voice haunted me, there’s no way.... Why hadn’t anyone told me before? Was she the only one dead? Or did her mother and sister die too? Why wasn’t it on the news? Or had I been so selfish that I didn’t check properly?
”Shhh, [Name], it’s okay! You’re safe,” Namjoon whispers as he pulls me into a hug, from what would I be safe? I didn’t care and my grip on his shirt tightened, I wanted to pull him away, “They won’t hurt you, they’d never hurt you.”
Who?
Who was he talking about and why was he so certain. Suddenly something clicked in my brain, something Jeongguk said the rooftop that day.
”Why won’t she like me! I did everything Namjoon told me to do.... I did everything!”
Namjoon. He had something to do with Jeongguk acting weird, and now here he is not worrying about the death of somebody but me? Jeongguk and Namjoon. They did hang out together, did they not?  Nothing made sense anymore, and I didn’t know what was real or fake. It kept getting mixed up in my head. What if Jeongguk and Namjoon are working together?
“What are you talking about? You make it sound as if it was a serial killer, this town is safe why would a killer be loose?” I ask, I needed to get as much information out of him and Jeongguk as possible. But there is no way he’ll believe-
“Oh, haven’t you heard what I said? They mutilated the girl, it has to be someone experienced with murder and getting away, I mean if you looked at the news you’d see, they found pieces of the dead bodies all around the street, there were footprints of five to four different shoes and sizes, unless the perpetrator had many different sized feet then it’s clear that there were more people, at the very least four. It’s even said that whoever mutilated the body, even if not being a doctor due to the way the bones had been sliced, was someone with experience.” He stated matter of factly, but it just didn’t seem right to me. What news? No news station had reported any of this. My grandma had the news on as I got ready and no news about this had been displayed at all, and how would these things get out to the public? Different shoe sizes, what were they going to do, measure everyones’ feet?
But before I could ask any other question Jeongguk came out rather excited for our study session. I think this is the first time since coming back that I’ve been glad Jeongguk showed up.
In my head this suddenly this wasn’t just a study session, this was my opportunity to figure what the hell was happening, not only to me but to Joy and the town.
——☽
We had spent three hours studying and I still had no progress on my new mission. And it honestly felt like hell. I sighed slightly as Namjoon kept on rambling about Newton’s laws of motion, acceleration and pressure. I knew this stuff, not to a cup of tea but definitely more than what Namjoon seemed to think I knew.
He suddenly stopped though, maybe my sigh wasn’t as discreet as I thought it was and he looked at me straight in the eyes without saying anything. Finding this a bit creepy I look over to Jeongguk, who had been unusually quiet, to find him staring at me with the same intensity, let’s say for lack of better wording.
Feeling utterly uncomfortable, I excuse myself to the bathroom only to be grabbed by not only Namjoon but Jeongguk from both wrists, not letting me stand up properly. It was a horror KDrama scene. I stumbled to the floor and gasped, what the hell?
”Uh,I need to go to the bathroom? Can you, like, let me go?” I question, what the fuck are they doing?
”Don’t-don’t take too long, Bunny!” Jeongguk says blushing as he retrieves his hand waiting for Namjoon to do the same.
”Y-yeah, we-we still have a lot to cover!” Namjoon tried to cover up his embarrassment by bringing up more work, fuck him for that.
”Yeah, I’ll keep it in mind...”
I hurried to the bathroom with my bag in my arms and pull out my phone. I hadn’t used it all day, too scared about seeing my inbox flooded by texts from Jeongguk. As fast as I could I open the messenger app and tap on our friend group.
——☽
NO LIFE’S AND THEIR MOM LOL
Nini♥︎: omfg, did you guys hear?
[Sent at 12:57PM]
Lalalisaaa🤟🏻: yeah, i didn’t believe it
Rosie🌹: my mom sat me down and told me
Rosie🌹: i haven’t cried this much in ages
[Sent at 1:34PM]
Mom-rene💖: who’d do this?
Seulgi bear🐻: I heard they stole the friend box she had
Seulgi bear🐻: like, the one with pics and stuff about us?
Wen-Wen💙: the one she did with us when [name] came???
Seulgi bear🐻: yeah, it’s gone
[Sent at 1:35PM]
Chicken🦆: so you’re saying someone broke into joy's house, burned it, killed her all for a box??
Yerim💜: who the fuck would do that that’s sick as fuck,,,,
[Sent at 1:45PM]
Seulgi Bear🐻: ok so you know how my dad works at the police station???
Nini♥︎: yes
Yerim💜: seulgi......
Seulgi Bear🐻: they found the box
Mom-rene💖: what?!
Lalalisaaa🤟🏻: with all of the stffu
Lalalisaaa🤟🏻: *stuff
Seulgi Bear🐻: now, don’t freak out much but
Seulgi Bear🐻: they found fingerprints, they assume that’s the people that killed Joy AND  burned her house....
Rosie🌹: people???
Chicken🦆: like more than 1?
Seulgi Bear🐻: yes, but here’s where it gets really weird.... all of the stuff about us was there...
Mom-rene💖: tell me how’s that weird?
Seulgi Bear🐻: All but [name]’s
Seulgi Bear🐻: her stuff was gone, all of it.
Nini♥︎: you don’t think....
Wen-Wen💙: seulgi,
Wen-Wen💙: who’s fingerprints did they find??
Seulgi Bear🐻: Park Jimin’s, Jeon Jeongguk’s and Kim Namjoon’s, those were in the box
Seulgi Bear🐻: in the door handle they found Kim Taehyung’s
Mom-rene💖: [name]! weren’t you at Jeongguk’s house with Namjoon?!
Yerim💜: get out of there!
Chicken🦆: now!!
Lalalisaaa🤟🏻: she’s not responding, omg do you think she is dead??
Seulgi Bear🐻: she will be fine, the police are investigating further, don’t worry [name]
Yerim💜: can’t they just arrest them!!
Seulgi Bear🐻: sadly, they need more evidence... they could’ve found the box after  the murder left or maybe even before, joy could have gifted it to them and Taehyung could’ve gone over to her house before, you know how they used to date and all....
Mom-rene💖: but IF they’re the stalkers, does that mean they’re also responsible for the love notes?
Wen-Wen💙: idk probably
Rosie🌹: So they’ll probably not hurt her,,,,
Mom-rene💖: [name], whenever you read this, getting out of there understood?
Nini♥︎: go to seulgi’s house, k?
Seulgi Bear🐻: we will all be there, you’re not alone....
[Sent 3:47PM]
I’m getting out of here now, don’t worry:You
[Sent at 3:53PM]
——☽
“I’m sorry but I need to go now, my grandma just texted me.”
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“Wait! What? [Name] don’t go, please!” I heard Jeongguk yell behind me, causing Namjoon to look at him. I ran as I saw Namjoon turn away and Jeongguk run beside him.
I hid behind the wall  of the corridor as Jeongguk scrambled next to Namjoon, asking him what to do. I could hear Namjoon talking over the phone and Jeongguk crying his eyes out whispering soft mantra of “What do we do?”.
“S-shit, Jeongguk stop screaming- [Name] left? N-no Jin don’t hang up, I-I know we’re in deep shit but- yes, we’ll be more careful next time, and we’ll- yes, we are going to call you if we- when we do it again”, Namjoon sighed, “she doesn’t know, she left running I think, she was texting her friends’ silence, “Yeah she’s friends with Seulgi the daughter of the chief detective- Shit!”
He hung up and made his way towards the bathroom door, in other words the other side of the room, the side I wasn’t in. Bolting my way outside I make my way towards Seulgi’s house.
Just who was Jin, why was Jeongguk acting so weird and what dip shit were they in?
——☀︎
“G-god! [Name] you’re alive!” Irene threw herself at me the minute I entered Seulgi’s room.
Irene was never one to cry, but here she was mourning the death of her friend, our friend Joy, she was gone. Seeing all my friends in a room faces red and eyes swollen made me realize that it was true; Joy was dead.
That they killed Joy.
”It has to be them, it just has to be!” The youngest, Yeri, cried, she was a few months older than me yet we always treated her as the baby.
”I-it probably is them, dad said so and he’s good I-I trust he’ll bring justice to Joy.” Seulgi whispered, she seemed to be in disbelief, I remembered how she used to like Jimin only a few weeks ago.
”Cheeky, you were with Jeongguk and Namjoon, two of the suspects weren’t you?” Lisa asked, she was stroking Rosé’s hair as the later filled the room with sobs, I couldn’t bear to watch her.
”Y-yeah, they were acting w-weirder than usual.” I choked out, tears brimmed my eyes and I realized I hadn’t cried much over Joy’s death; why? Because Namjoon freaked me out and Jeongguk is a weirdo, that’s why.
“W-when I left N-Namjoon was t-talking about not getting caught”, I sink into the bed beside Rosé, “T-they talked about the police a-and I-I think they killed Joy”
“But why?”, Jennie asked exasperated, “Why would they kill Joy? What did Joy have that no one else did?”
“Well- I mean, hadn’t we established that they were the love note writers?”, Yeri asked and we all nodded, “So remember how they started getting weirder and weirder as time went on?”
Again, we only nodded.
“So, what if they are the stalkers? I-I mean not like average stalkers I mean full out ‘I-Will-Kill-For-You’ stalkers? Like, Joy was friends with [Name], and both of you hanged out a lot even without us, so what if they wanted to, I don’t know, figure out where you were and they got mad or something and killed her? I mean, it’s not really the first time someone close to us or someone that has shown interest in us, in [Name], has died suddenly, and you’ve all got to admit they’ve always acted weird when [Name] was around. We always played it off as coincidence but, really…? That’s just dumb..” Yeri trailed off, I was left in shock at how much sense it all made; had I been that stupid?
“There we have killers and a motive.” Seulgi said slowly, it made so much sense that another wave of tears came.
“But! They have an alibi, don’t they?” Wendy spoke for the first time with a hoarse voice, she sounded defeated, it hurt seeing somebody as extroverted as her so quite.
”What if it doesn’t coincide with , for example, Jeongguk did though, I mean I was with him that day...”
”What? What do you mean, [Name]?” Rosé asked, probably excited at the possibility of Joy getting justice, but a part of her also seemed confused.
”What was Jeongguk’s alibi, Seulgi?”
”Seokjin said that he, Jeongguk, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had spent the whole evening with him and that they didn’t really leave the house.” Seulgi recalled, yet something felt odd...
”That is just plain wrong, Jeongguk went over to my house, the-the day of the murder he was out! Seokjin is in this, maybe it’s true that he was at home but the rest no, and so is Namjoon, of those two, when I went to Jeongguk’s house I saw a car that was probably Namjoon’s,  so that’s a fact now, though he drives like shit, Jeongguk told me that, and the car that had dropped him off had a very bad driver because my front house neighbors’ complained about a black van that almost ran over their sons in a play date that day, that was Namjoon! S-so it’s possible Jimin and Taehyung were there too!”
“A black van? Dad said that a few witnesses saw a black van!”, Seulgi added in shock, “Kim Yerim you’re a genius!”
“Now we need evidence, to get them in jail where they belong”, Jennie spoke up, “But how do we do that?”
”Easy, we know their weaknesses and we’ll use it against them,'' Irene said determined, she sounded as if she was planning something, “They won’t get away with this.”
”And what is that?” Wendy asked her, she sounded unsure at the idea of interacting with them.
”Their weakness is [Name], she'll need to get close to them, gain their trust and then find clues as to what is going on... that is if she’s up to it.” Irene looked me in the eye.
”We now know they are serious trouble, are you up for it [Name]?”, Jisoo looked up from the window, she had spent the whole conversation so quiet I hadn’t even noticed her, “Do you want to put an end to this?”
“Yes.”
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Year: 20##
Place: Some Dumpster
Point of view: Hoseok Jung
———☀︎
Biting at my bottom lip I try to slow down my pace as to not bring too much attention to me, that’d be bad. Very bad. It’s not like what I was doing was going to not draw attention to myself, everyone stared at me suspiciously as I walked with my big, green bag. I would too, honestly.
The bag itself wasn’t what would draw attention, it was the smell. It smelt fucking awful, and I knew that everywhere I went it left the smell of a corpse around. Sure, if someone used their imagination they could come up with a strange and repulsive accusation, but then again...
What could have I done?
No one would suspect a 15 year old of murder, would they? I could easily say it was my gym clothes, with puberty and all. It wasn’t the whole body, oh no! We left the big stuff to Seokjin and Yoongi, I just had the inside stuff, the organs. But most importantly and my biggest worry was the heart.
A thief’s heart.
The heart that almost stole [Name]’s. His name was Mark Lee, he was around [Name]’s age, maybe younger, they had a few classes together and talked every once in a while when he suddenly decided to confess to her, who was he to do so? But that wasn’t a problem, that wasn’t meant to be a problem. All she had to do was rejected and then we’d all be okay, but no; she gave him a chance.
She gave that little asshole a chance but wouldn’t even spare a glance my way. And for that I was going to make his life a living hell.
They were going on their first date tomorrow, it was meant to be at the movies to watch  a crappy romance movie she’d been gushing about with him about, ha, watching movies at a first date with my [Name]? She deserves the best first date in the world, something only I can give her. She doesn’t deserve that, not from him, she deserves the world.
“And you can’t give that to her, can you Lee?” I mumbled as I made my way to the dumpster.
——☽
By the time I arrived at the dumpster, the sun had set and the whole sky had an orange tint to it, [Name] would be home probably in her room doing whatever her little heart wanted, maybe getting ready for the big day tomorrow and a big day it was.
Opening the bag I gently sit down in the middle of the garbage, I look for the healthiest and best looking organs and store them little containers Seokjin had given me before, he had taken them from one of his father's hospitals, he wouldn’t miss them they had many. The old man had everything, hospitals to hotels. Those organs we’d sell or do whatever Yoongi did with them, we didn't care what he did with them as long as it brought money for the our, my her, plan.  
Humming, I put on the gloves and prepare myself to take out the organs that seemed to have taken the least damage from Jimin’s little fit with the younger boy, poor Mark his handsome face was completely destroyed now. Too bad, [Name] wouldn’t even want to look him in the face now.
“Aish, the kid needs to learn not to break valuable stuff like this...”, I muttered as I try and arrange Mark’s brain nicely in the box, “Why did you have a brain and didn’t use it? It’s making such a mess now, it’s only use is that making messes, look where it led you Mark. Now you’re dead and probably getting sold to some weird Frankenstein scientist or something...”
Looking at the boxes I had arranged, I take out my spare phone and text Yoongi warning him where the boxes where for him to pick tomorrow, if he didn’t we could get into some shitty  trouble. Now I could focus on the main attraction.
The Heart.
Putting on my gloves again I play with the small organ, it fit nicely in my hand.
“What happens if I give you a- haha!”, I squeeze the muscle a bit and see it twitch as it continues palpitating slightly, “Haha, look at this! Useless, you aren’t even attached to someone and yet you try so hard to be useful, pathetic.”
Tossing the heart around for awhile I grew tired, and decided to finish the boy off.
“You’re lucky Namjoon didn’t want me bringing the kit with me or else you would’ve been dissected right here, right now”, I looked at it with pity, “God, you were very naive you know? Thinking someone like [Name] would even be interested in you, ha, please”
I take it and squeeze it tighter, blood gushing from the little arteries.
Quickly getting the butcher knife from the bag, with shaky hands I cut the heart in small pieces trying to make them as symmetrical as possible. Fucking disgusting.
”Now! Don’t you look better?”, I ask to no one as I place the heart pieces with the rest of the organs that Yoongi wouldn’t be able to sell, “Bet you your friends would love to have a taste of you won’t they? Seokjin and Taehyung will have a good meal to prepare for your friends now~”
I laugh a bit as I fish for a bag around the dumpster, finding a broken recycled bag I place the containers filled with the body parts and store them for Yoongi, “You’re lucky we like the same girl or else I would’ve ratted on you ages ago...”I muttered as I place the containers in then old, worn out bag, “This is all for you, [Name]”
Does this mean I’m happy sharing? No, of fucking course I’m not.
But who said I can’t rat them all out later?
Laughing loudly, I take out the gas and lighter as I throw the gasoline around the area making a heart, or at least something similar.
“This is all for you, baby” I repeat as I throw the lighter at the fire. I watch a bit as the fire grew and grew taller and taller, deciding that I should change clothes I strip down from my sweatpants and stay only using my t-shirt, only then I realized how cold it was.
All for [Name].
Sighing a bit, I dirty my spare pants to make it look like I had gotten into a fight or something, even going as far as punching myself to create bruises; who would suspect a boy how had just gotten mugged?
Taking off my shoes and one sock I throw into the fire, watching it burn brighter as I throw stuff into it, filling it, making it go higher and higher and-
“It’s like my love for you”, I giggle, “the love I’ll be able to give to you soon, very soon”
No one would suspect Jung Hoseok for murder; I won’t let them.
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“Geeze, [Name], we didn’t really think this through did we?”, Wendy whispered beside me as we made our way through the school halls, she was right. We, indeed, didn’t think this through.
”I mean, yeah- we didn’t think through it all, but god if we’re right it’d make things so much easier for Seulgi’s dad to catch them!”, I explain as I try and mask the, very obvious, fear, “Plus, I don’t think it’s just Joy they killed, they must’ve done this multiple times, it was all to clean, Namjoon himself said so, plus if they got out of it once who says they couldn’t have done it before?”
“Yeah, plus why would a police station have their data in it if they hadn’t found their dna somewhere else?” Wendy questioned anxiously, I hadn’t noticed it before. But then again, didn’t the police station have the dna of all of those who lived in town? But then, they did seem wary considering the way Seulgi's’ dad spoke of them.
”Mark.” I stop walking as I suddenly stop dead in my tracks.
”Mark Lee? The dude that went missing before your date...” Wendy stared at me as she trailed off.
”You don’t think?”, she asked me shaking slightly, “That they had something to do?”
“I mean-“
”Hello! You’re both Wendy and [Name], right?” A student council member asked us.
Ah yes, the plan.
“Yeah! We wanted to talk to Kim Namjoon about perhaps holding a funeral service for our friend Park Sooyeong, she passed away a few days ago. We are on the list, right?`` I ask trying to make myself sound as sad as possible, Wendy catching on and only responding with a nod and a short sniffle.
“Yes, please, can we speak with Namjoon?”
”Yes. Follow me,” He walks towards the farthest door, us walking closely behind, “So, please don’t take long, Namjoon has been acting really off lately, don’t-don’t tell him I said that! So the council is trying to take as many interviews and meetings ourselves.”
The boy looked at us, concern lacing his eyes as he whispers, “Please, be safe and don’t anger him too much.”
He then motions towards the door and leaves.
”Wendy, leave it to me, stay here, please.”
——☽
I knocked on the door thrice, when I heard a faint “Come in”, followed by some paper shuffling.
I open the door and peek inside, this was unexpected. The room was mainly filled with browns and dark reds, the schools colors, the furniture giving an antique feel to the room. In the middle, the desk of the council president sat, a leather couch by its side and two chairs in front. It looked like the whole schools budget went into the room. No wonder Namjoon blackmailed students.
”State your business an-“, he began monotonously when he looked up at me to meet my eyes, “[N-Name], I didn’t think it-it was you, I- here! Take a seat please!”
He was stuttering and he couldn’t even form a sentence.
“Ah, Namjoon! Please don’t worry, it’s fine”, I smile at him as I sit down, “I came here to talk about the funeral service for Sooyeong, Joy, she-she was really close to me an-and now that she’s gone, I- we felt it would be important to be able to hold something in her memory, you know?”, I feel tears swell in my eyes at the thought of my friend. Maybe acting like it hurt wasn’t going to be as hard as I had thought, fate had laid down the prefect Shakespearean tragedy.
He slightly stiffened at the mention of Joy, or my tears I don’t know at this point. Blushing red he gives me a small pocket handkerchief, and looks at me smiling, how can he smile so freely?
“Would that make you happy?” He looks at me as he grabs my hand, his hand covered all of my hand, his smile was cute; but he may have been the murderer of my best friend and there’s no way I’ll forget that. Until he’s proven innocent, I won’t budge. Too much evidence was piled up against him.
“Yeah, it would, it really would, thank you”, I smile back at him.
“Anything for a friend”, he smiles, “You’re friends with Jeongguk so you’re friends with me too.” He squeezes my hand slightly, and let’s it go hesitantly.
He stands up, walking all the way towards me from behind the desk just to help me stand up. He places his hand around my shoulders, leading me towards the door. Shouldn’t this meeting be longer?
“Namjoon, I shouldn’t be saying this but...”, I suddenly stop at the front of the door, shaking slightly from fear and sadness; real fear and sadness, “Seulgi’s dad, who’s in the case, thinks that maybe they killed Joy because she was my friend, I’m scared Namjoon. He said it was definitely a murderer, and that it was all to similar to other ones he had participated in; he searched for a bit and found that there were at least two cases that were similar Mark Lee and Vernon Choi, and they were close to me, th-then he said that other people close to me kept disappearing even after I left, and even more now that I’m back th-he thinks I’m next and I’m scared Namjoon, I-I don’t know what to do. I don’t want another Joy.” I made it all up, but fear and sadness that if I failed my friends and those I loved would be hurt, was real, my sanity was deteriorating, I can’t lose anyone anymore. Another loss, I couldn’t have that, I wouldn’t be able to handle it..
”[Name], I promise you that me and Jeongguk will always be there for you, if it makes you feel better I have some friends you could meet, they’re all rather athletic and are really nice, we aren’t the police persee but maybe we can help you feel safe. Maybe I could present you all at lunch today?”
”Ah, yes please, if it’s not too much!” I ask, was he going to let me meet...
“They’re Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, Jeongguk will be joining us but you already know him very well, don’t you?”
”Yes! We are really close, is it that obvious?” I lied through my teeth, my heartbeat was off the charts as my hands grew sweaty.
”Haha, kind off,” he chuckled, “he never shut ups about you.”
“Really?” I turn red a bit, that jerk, he probably told them all my personal info, god that little son of bitch!
“I look forward to lunch with you, I hope we can become close friends.” He smiles at me as I walk out of the door. Wendy is there waiting for me, we both wave goodbye and leave hurriedly as I begin to tell her about it all.
“Wendy, I think he knows something, he wants me to go eat with the other six.”
“Are you sure about that?” Wendy asked, “They won’t hurt you will they?”
“I don’t know. Have you heard about Irene?” I ask her, we both knew that we didn’t have the answer to her question but maybe Irene did.
“She’s with Park Ji-” My eyes widen, nervously I look at Wendy, she understood.
Her phone rang with a text she looked worried as she stared down at it, I bit my lip.
“I gotta go, go hide in a bathroom so the teachers don’t see you.”
——☽
”Guys we have a special lunch today...”
——☽
“[Name]?”
”Yeah, I got her to come have lunch with us and to speak about a memorial for Sooyeong, but that’s more on me”, Namjoon sighed, “She thinks we’re out to get her, what do we do?”
”Out to get her?”, Seokjin asked eyes bulging, how could she ever think that? Where they too obvious? Had they gone too far?
“Is it because of Sooyeong and ya know?”, Yoongi asked, “I told you, don’t kill unless they impose a threat, what type of threat was her family and her? Wearing the wrong colored shoes?”
“Jimin and Tae said she had caught them before that and that she was already on to something...” Jeongguk trailed off, it wasn’t the first Sooyeong had caught the duo spying on [Name], and it wasn’t the first time she caught any of the seven.
“They had reasons, okay?” Namjoon sighed irritated, what do they win now arguing, it already happened.
”Of course you’d say so, you helped them too!” Hoseok snarled at Namjoon, how could Namjoon be so fucking dumb.
”Well, who was clumsy enough to get her to remember Mark Lee, huh? Didn’t you say you were going to make her forget Mark was even a name yet you couldn’t even talk to her!” Namjoon harshly whispered to the boy next to him, Hoseok’s eyes widen as he looks around the empty classroom in embarrassment.
”She-she what?”, Jeongguk asked, “She remembers Mark?”
”Yeah, she even talked about him to me you fucking idiots, by the way she spoke she seems to remember every single one, even after she left”, Namjoon sighed, “We can’t do much now, or act by the plan, we-we gotta wait longer and not act-“
”Wait longer?”, Yoongi laughed incredulously, “I waited for years, years, Kim, she fucking left and I had to wait longer and now you come up with this bullshit? What about all that, we gotta go fast before she’s tainted and all that bullshit Tae and you blaber on about?”
”If [Name] was able to catch onto something than most possibly the police too, Min, Officer Kang already did for the fucking record, meaning that if the only person alive were to suddenly disappear she would become the prime suspect, and even if they end up cleaning her name, her life would be ruined because that’d mean they’d need to find us and a) she’d be unprotected, b) or they’ll see her like an accomplice, she’d go to jail because of some shit she didn’t do. That’d be fucking it, it’s better to get close to her and wait for a while or convince her to come with us willingly.”
Yoongi stayed silent as thoughts raced around his head. Who did they think they were to tell him what to do?
“Namjoon’s right...”, Jimin sighed, everyone sighed, “It hurts, but we can wait, right? It’ll be nicer to have her now, but don’t you think it’s better to be cautious?”
”Jimin is right, let’s-let’s leave this for later guys”, Taehyung suggested, “[Name] will be having lunch with us won’t she? So, let’s get ready for now, ok?”
He only received a crowd of unmotivated grunts, as they stood up and made their way out of the classroom.
——☽
”Taehyung, do you think she really remembers Mark?” Jeongguk asked his older friend as they made their way towards their lesson.
”Probably, she cared about him a lot, she almost stopped hanging out with you ‘cause of him, remember?” He answered nonchalantly, he knew that was a sensitive spot for Jeongguk.
“Mark Lee”, Jeongguk test out his name, “Mark fucking Lee, I hope you’re burning in hell.”
”I-I can’t believe it, even after everything we did, she still remembers him? Yet she wouldn’t talk to me? If I could, I would bring him back to life over and over again, and kill him every fucking time. I’d make sure to make him suffer, to let him know that he isn’t worthy of thinking of [Name], that I won her heart the minute she won mine, that she’s mine. Mine! Not his, mine! He probably threatened her to go out with her; asshole. Fucking asshole! It’s his fault! I’m meant to win, not him! Haha, I’m happy we got rid of Mark Lee that summer.”
The oldest of the two seemed unfazed at the youngest fit, rather opting to continue walking in silence. He had to agree, though, he also was happy they got rid of Mark Lee and he would do it again if it meant being with [Name].  
Suddenly, a pair of footsteps made themselves clearer behind them. Stopping half way both males stiffened as a voice made itself heard through the empty hallway.
“Y-You killed Mark?”
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“I did it.”
Irene watched in shock as the younger boy confessed to the death of her younger friend.
“But J-“ The oldest began, but was soon cut off as the male before her began speaking.
”Don’t, I don’t know why I’m telling you of all people, after school I-“
”No, J- I’m... we’re talking here now, you killed someone! And n-now you’re after [Name]?” She shouted as anger began numbing her rationality, she knew what was happening, she had told her and now he came here lying to her?!
”[Name]? I could never! I swear, I-It was only Mark I was after!”
”Only Mark? Only Mark?”, the brunette raised her voice, “What about Sooyeong? Or Nayeon? Or maybe even Jae? Or Yugyeom? Or-“
”Or who? I didn’t kill them!” He shouted, he was getting angrier by the minute, mimicking the eldest girl.
”But you killed Mark, huh?”
”Y-yes.” He answered back, but they both knew that the uncertainty in his voice was clear.
“You didn’t, both you and I know-”
”Stop acting like you know what you’re talking about, Joohyun- !”
”Stop lying! You’re too young, Ji-“
”I’m too young? You’re talking as if I didn’t kill Mar-“
”I know he threatened you, Ji-“
”He who?”
”Namjoon!”
”N-Namjoon had nothing to do with tha-“
”I know you didn’t kill him, Jisung, it was Hoseok wasn’t it?”
———☽
The younger boy looked in horror at the older girl.
”N-no, I s-swear it was m-me!” Jisung stuttered.
”No, I know it wasn’t you. Seulgi’s dad, he told me about how the prime suspect for the Mark Lee case suspect were Jung Hoseok and a man named Son Saeyoung; they closed the case with it being Saeyoung fault, both the murder and death, but it wasn’t like that, right? Hoseok murdered Mark and then someone sold the body parts to Saeyoung, incriminating him. They paid you to tell me this right?”
Silence, only a confirmation to Joohyun. Poor Jisung, he probably only found out by accident and now he was probably going to jail for something he didn’t do.
”It’s okay, tell them I believed you; that I’ll tell Seulgi’s dad, ‘kay? Don’t go to the police just yet though,” Irene stayed silent for a while, “would you follow me? It’s something I need you to do before you go.”
Only nodding in agreement the younger boy walked behind his friend, thankful for her brain, thankful of her for being able to pick up what was wrong.
”Thank you, Joohyun”
”No problem, if we die we die together, ‘kay?”
———☽
Biting her nails anxiously was a wrecked Wendy, she needed to call [Name], fast.
”F-fuck, Joohyun, why did you do this....”
The older girl just cracked a broken smile, her cheek cracked awkwardly as more blood came out from the cut that was plastered on it.
”Ji-Jisung, I-I couldn’t blame him, Mark-k wouldn’t have wanted that...”
She was greeted with silence from her younger friend as she tried calling [Name], again.
”Gosh, [Na-! God, finally! [Name], call Seulgi and her dad, now! Irene is hurt, I need you to come to the rooftop as fast as possible! W-what? What do you mean you’re actually going to have lunch with them? Leave the fucking plan!”, she screamed angrily at the phone, “Irene is dying, and you’re worried about that?”, silence, “You’re gonna call Seulgi, now.”
Wendy cut the phone call before [Name] could protest further, she didn’t want to hear her.
”She’ll call the ambulance and Seulgi’s dad, don’t worry too much, you’ll be fine.”
”G-good, I need to te-tell [Name] something.” Irene muttered.
“I-I just can’t believe Jisung did that, he could’ve killed you...”, Wendy felt tears form at the corner of her eyes, “Joohyun, you could’ve died, we really don’t know what we got ourselves into....”
The older girl pushed herself from the floor, immediately worrying her friend but she was quick to brush her off.
”T-the thing is, Seungwan, [Name], she won’t make it, no matter how hard we try and shake them off; they’ll always find her somehow....”
———☽
”Seulgi! It’s Joohyun she-she’s gotten beaten up, she’s with Wendy now but please come, with your dad and an ambulances too! God, f-fast! Please! It-It was Jisung, it seems like it, but I-I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t there, I’m sorry, please focus on the task at hand.” And with that the girl hung up the phone and rested her head against the bathroom door.
”I should get going now.” She pushed herself and readied herself for the dreaded lunch.
I don’t want to do this.
She thought to herself bitterly, she sighed and pressed a cold hand to her forehead.
“Have I gotten a fever? My cheeks are red...” She felt her cheeks too. They were blazing. She was worried sick about her friends, what was going on?
Silence. The only sound was that of a girl exiting the bathroom.
She walked through the empty halls, her light footsteps barely echoing through the hallway.
She looked through the window, she saw the younger kids during their PE class, she saw a few girls during their free period walking through the quad.
She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the words. She didn’t know what had happened before but she blindly spoke in response.
“Haha, I’m happy we got rid of Mark Lee that summer.”
“Jeongguk? Y-You killed Mark Lee?”
The boy in question and his companion stopped and turned around. Their faces paled, their eyes widened and their mouths turned agape.
”[Name]?”
———☽
“They don’t want to kill her, they want to keep her....”
———☽
“Jeongguk, what do you mean?” I asked as I backed away slightly.
He said nothing, he stared directly at me as his friend looked at me wide eyed.
I couldn’t place my finger on how, but I felt like I knew the boy beside Jeongguk; the boy who laughed at the mention of Mark’s death.
”Kim Taehyung?” I whisper softly to myself, I ruffled my hair slightly and let my hand fall on chest. No...
”Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jeongguk, you both killed Lee Mark?” I ask, as I looked at them both in the eye.
Mistake number 1.
Taehyung’s eyes widened further, if possible, as he began to shake and fiddled with his finger. His mouth parted open, and even from where I stood I could hear his jagged breathing.
“Y-you know m-my name?” He asked as a bright blush took over his cheeks, “You know my name, haha, you know me!”
He looked over at Jeongguk, giggling as he grabbed the younger boy by his shoulders,
“She knows me! M-my baby knows me, Jeongguk, oh my-!”
”Taehyung...” Jeongguk grabbed his friend trying to stop him, but he shook him off as he began chanting repeatedly the words “She knows me!”
”Taehyung, she heard us!” Jeongguk whispered harshly, tugging at the oldest sleeve.
”She knows...”
At those words, the blushing male seemed to have been hit with the truth. His smile shut down, and his body took a more menacing, yet lazy, stance.
”My baby knows me, she know us and what we do, because she isn’t stupid, right baby?” He asked me as he began walking towards me, slow steps echoing through the hallways.
”What?” I ask him as I began walking back with every step he took at my direction.
”Taehyung, could that be why she agreed to eat lunch with us?” Jeongguk asked as a dull look came over his eyes, his posture mimicked Tae’s.
”Probably, but don’t worry Kookie! She will spend the rest of the week eating lunch with us, won’t she?” He asked as he backed me against a door.
When did he arrive here?
“N-no! Stop, I’ll tell the police!” I tried pushing him off, but Jeongguk came and took one side of me as Taehyung took the other. I was trapped.
Mistake number 2.
”But, Darling, you wouldn’t want Taehyungie to tell Namjoon would you? That you were toying with us?”
”Are we toys to you?”, Taehyung asked against the crook of my neck, “Do you want to use us? Are we nothing more?”
Excitement took over his voice as he spoke, he began kissing my neck.
”Stop it now! Seulgi’s dad is coming over any second now!”
”Are we toys to you? I don’t mind being your toy, do you Jeonggukie?” Taehyung repeated and asked Jeongguk, ignoring my previous threat.
”No, if it means she’ll only pay attention to me!” He giggled and kissed my cheek.
”Me neither, but just for today; I want to play with her instead, so let’s go!”
He gave me one last kiss, and looked me in the eye, a look that made me shiver; suddenly running away wasn’t an option that didn’t include anyone not getting hurt. I didn’t know what to do, they just confessed to murder damn it! Why can’t I be smarter like Yeri, or athletic like Lisa or cunning like Irene? Why did I have to be me?
”But first, we gotta establish some rules!”, Taehyung continued after he took my bag from my shoulder rather harshly, I grunted in pain as the material brushed aggressively against my neck.
”Number one, you tell no one about what you just heard! That means no Irene, no Seulgi or her dad, no Wendy, or Lisa, or Jennie; we don’t want another Joy, do we?
Second, you’ll only look at us and talk to us, your family’s okay, but only direct family; boys and girls alike will be taken care of accordingly.
Third, you’re doing this out of your free will, if anybody asks; even the other guys!
You have to say yes to us! M’kay? So if I were to ask if you love us you gotta say yes, ha!
Hmm, that’s all I can think about now, we’ll add more as we go, now let’s go skip class! Let’s go to that ice cream place, maybe the others will be there, or maybe just Yoongi!” Taehyung giggled once more and led the way for me and Jeongguk as they both took my hands. We don’t want another Joy? Huh?
I don’t know what’s worse; what they’re doing or that I can’t find the strength to fight.
——☽
By the time we reached the ice cream shop, I had received a text message from Wendy thanking me about calling Seulgi and her dad, she also asked me where I was.
It was the first time I lied to her, it wasn’t a complete lie though, right?
Mistake number 3.
I had to hide to be able to text her as I was being watched at all times by Jeongguk and Taehyung; I felt weak. Why did this happen to me?
”So, [Name]? I went and ordered your favorite ice cream, we also took the liberty to call Yoongi and Jimin so they’re gonna arrive at around 1:40? So while we wait, do you have any questions?” Taehyung asked.
I looked around me, trying to find a possible exit but Jeongguk who sat over at my right, was clutching my hand tightly and Taehyung was blocking the pathway towards the door.
He looked at me curiously, as did Jeongguk, the later being way more quiet but more touchy. He now had a hand on my cheek as he caressed it softly while Taehyung played with my hand.
“Yes, I-I have been receiving letters by a group called Bts; Jin, RM, Hope, Chimmy, V, Suga and Cooky, are they you by any chance?” I did my best to not stutter, to sound confident, to be like Irene.
He stopped playing with my fingers, as he took my hand to his lips and began kissing it.
“My baby is so smart! Yes, I was V while Jeonggukie was Cooky, pretty names right?” He accentuated each word with a kiss.
Suddenly, similar to falling into cold water, I remembered something Lisa told me a few months ago that made me shiver.
“Did any of you ever call a friend of mine?” I asked nervously.
“What? No, why?” Jeongguk asked me, he had stopped playing with my hair, something he did when nervous.
”S-so you don’t know anybody called Seungkwan?”
”Baby?” Taehyung asked growling, he took both of my hands and pressed them against each other and pressed them against his cheeks; pulling me slightly over the table.
“Ah-it’s just a boy that had called a friend of mine as-asking for me, and I thought that maybe that was one of you...” I stuttered, trying to take my hands away.
”That wasn’t us....” Taehyung growled lower, he let go of one hand and continued playing with the other.
“Did he call your friend on her cell phone?” Jeongguk asked as he resumed playing with my hair.
“Yeah... I think she still has the phone on her record....”
”Tell her to give us her phone please, Bunny!” Jeongguk pouted.
“Yeah! But it’s fine though, he won’t bother you, not while we’re with you!” Taehyung smiled at me, but in his eyes I couldn’t ignore the clear look of anger in them.
Just then as Tae finished his threat, the door to the shop opened rather obnoxiously and in came two overly contrasting boys.
Min Yoongi and Park Jimin.
Park Jimin; the schools sweetheart, wearing his ever iconic oversized sweater and charming smile, his school uniform perfectly clean, and stunning hair, which was dyed a pretty dirty blonde, and skin well kept.
Min Yoongi; the schools bad boy, wearing his iconic, and rather cliche, black leather jacket and bored face and look, his uniform messy and dark hair fell over his eyes as he looked around almost as if intimidating everyone who looked his way was his goal.
They seemed to be having a friendly conversation, with Jimin doing most of the talking, when suddenly Yoongi looked over and made eye contact with me, fuck. His eyes widen as he lightly hits Jimin causing the younger boy to look over and a bigger smile to break through.
Just as the two boys made their way over to the table, the waitress came with our orders. Her forearm balancing all of the ice cream’s was suddenly knocked over by Jimin’s overly excited steps and were sent flying onto my school blouse.
Yelping from the coldness seeping into the thin fabric I stand up, harshly setting aside Jeongguk, and try dabbing the icy liquid out of my shirt to no use. I was scared and cold as fuck.
”Oh- [Name]!”, Jimin exclaimed pushing the poor waitress and knocking her over, making her fall to her butt. God no, what is wrong with these people?!
”I-I-“ She tried speaking but was soon cut off by Yoongi.
”What’s your name?” His eyes seemed to widen with anger and his pupils dilated and widened threateningly. He looked like a street cat, I couldn’t help but feel sorry and scared for the young woman.
”Gretel Zacharias...”
Yoongi then looked over at me and my shirt and crouched down next to the woman, whispering something into her ear that caused her to look at him in horror and scramble to her feet quickly and storm off, screaming apologies with tears streaming down her face.
”Sweetheart, please use my sweater!” Jimin began taking off his sweater and handed it to me, blushing furiously. Sweetheart?
He handed me the dark red fabric and smiled sweetly down at me.
Nodding silently, I began to make my way to the bathroom when suddenly Yoongi asked.
”Where are you going, my mus- [Name]?”
Blushing, I boldly walk up to him and tiptoe to the significantly taller male, trying to find the words to make him blush, I’d try a Jennie approach.
”The ice cream got into certain places, it kinda fell into the space between my chest, and I think it’s kinda deep in there too and I don’t want to get a cold...”
Turning away I march into the bathroom stall to take out my shirt and bra. What was I thinking?!
Thank god I hadn’t taken out my other bra from PE the day before...
Why had I done that?
Unfortunately, I didn't think I’d need more shirts and so I had to put on the sweater.
Wetting a bit of paper towel to clean off my chest and hair, and spray some perfume.
“Hopefully Jimin won’t mind the smell...” I snort a bit as I imagine how uncomfortable Jimin would get thanks to my perfume. Hopefully he won’t mind me not using a shirt. Thinking of facing Yoongi again after what I had done made me cringe.
——☽
By the time I got out of the bathroom stall, I got gently grabbed by the arm by Min Yoongi as he gently led me to the table.
”You’re only wearing a bra?” He tried to ask quietly as we sat down.
Blushing at how loudly he said that I look over at him at a loss for words.
”Sweetheart is using my sweater without a shirt?” Jimin squeaked, while Jeongguk muttered  something that sounded like the words; “Lucky bastard”.
”Don’t worry, [Name], no one is allowed to look at you dirtily, only us!” Taehyung giggled as he took my hand and resumed playing with it.
Suddenly Jeongguk grabbed a strand of hair and began braiding it as he had done earlier, when I felt Jimin take my other hand and play with it too; giving it kisses while Yoongi leaned against me and began leaving kisses wherever he could find bare skin.
I couldn’t stop them.
Mistake number 4.
———☽
”Wendy, they want to make her their doll.”
_______________
“I can’t find her!” Seulgi looked over at her dad distraughtly, where was [Name]? She wasn’t in danger, right?
“Bear, are you sure it was her who called you?”
”Yes? I mean, it says on my phone it was her and Irene and Wendy told us about her.... maybe someone kidnapped her!”
”Why would you think someone kiddna-”
”Where’s Irene?” Seulgi looked over at her dad, the poor man didn’t understand his daughters fast words and seemingly nonsensical actions.
“In the ambulance getting treated, she’s fine but will be take-”
He never finished the sentence as his daughter ran out of the room and out into the parking lot screaming for her friends.
Running until her lungs felt like they would collapse Seulgi pushed past the paramedics until she saw her two friends talking in whispers to one another.
”Wendy!” The black haired girl shouted as she made her way to the girl.
”Seulgi! What happe-“
”Do you know with who [Name] was with?” Seulgi said breathless, her heart was beating in her ears, she felt all of her senses alert. Suddenly she was in survival mode.
”The boys, she-“ Wendy tried to explain, but Seulgi’s nervousness began affecting her too.
”No, she wasn’t with them, she wasn’t the bathroom, right Wendy?” Irene cut off the younger girl.
”What- no! She-“
”She wasn’t with them, I saw them whilst Jisung asked me to follow him.”
”Ah, really? But she told me-“ Wendy tried to debate with the eldest but was cut off again as Seulgi began speaking.
”I think- I think we should talk to [Name], or at least me, I’m the one who knows the most and they’d kinda figure out if all of us suddenly-“
”Irene! The doctors couldn’t find any broken bones, just a lot of internal and external bleeding but it has stopped, you were lucky this time as it was quite a superficial case so you’ll be able to go home just fine! I’ll take you-“
The female in question, much to everyone’s amazement, stood up by herself; not resembling the girl who had just been lying there before.
“Go look for her outside, she might be with an angel and ice.” Irene spoke, she didn’t look back as she began running away ignoring the younger girls calls and making her way to the ice cream shop.
Just like they’d planned.
———☽
”Seulgi, I-I think I know where [Name] is but we shouldn’t go there now, let’s send your dad.”
”Why?”
”I think Irene....”
The older girls eyes widen as she stared at her friend.
“N-no.... but that’d mean that Joy-“
”Shh!” She was hushed by her friend.
”We need to tell [Name] and the other girls! I’ll call the others you go tell your dad [Name]’s at ‘Angela’s Cream’! Go with your dad, we’ll meet over at your house!”
”Ok!” Seulgi began running next to Wendy when suddenly they were stopped by the scream of a teacher.
”Oh my god! There’s a dead boy in the basket ball court- it’s Park Jisung!”
They both froze in place, looking each other in the eye; an albeit silent, but mutual agreement of what was happening and what must be done was shared and they both parted ways.
Another life could be taken any minute now, they couldn’t risk it because the next victim could be [Name] or maybe even themselves.
____________ღ
As the four boys talked around me, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of questioning if I had done the right thing. If my assumptions were correct the girls would show up any minute now, or at least Seulgi’s dad.
Please, Wendy, you’re smart!
I prayed silently, looking out the window I noticed how the former quiet road was now taken into blue and red; a police car. I was about to cry out of joy.
The black car pulled over at the street and out came the familiar looking officer; Police Chief Officer Kang. Also known as Seulgi’s dad.
He marched into the ice cream shop until he made eye contact with me. Relaxing my previously tense stance I gently nudge Jeongguk and point over to where Mr Kang was standing as he spoke with the shop owner.
”What...” He whispered shocked as he took my hand forcibly.
”Taehyung, the police...” Jimin trailed off, he began sweating anxiously as the officer made his way towards our seats.
”Hello, are you students from-“
”Yes we are, we are out here with permission sir.” Yoongi cut off rather rudely.
”Well, good for you! Now, I need to know if Miss [Last Name] is he-! There you are, you’re needed in the police station now, please come with me.” He answered back rudely back, he never did enjoy taken bullshit from other people, I felt tears pool in my eyes in relief.
”What- why?” I asked faking shock.
”For the murder of your friend Sooyeong and the recent murder of a boy named Park Jisung”, he answered, “We were told you were close to both of them and you might be the clue to finding the murder of these two.”
”J-Jisung?”
“Yes please, follow me now” He took my hand from Jeongguk and pulled me out of the cage he and Yoongi had made and led me to the exit.
The words of protest were blocked from my ears as they seemed to be filled with blood, the thick liquid blocking all sound except the words forming in my head.
It’s your fault he’s dead.
The words kept repeating themselves as I boarded the car and I sat next to my friend Seulgi.
I stared at her through as tears kept falling and the imaginary blood in my ears kept rushing.
She said nothing as she too cried and held me in her arms tightly. Probably afraid of what was going on.
If only I knew it was because of the sick betrayal of our close friend.
”[Name] , I’ll be taking you to my house, Seulgi told me that the other girls were going to be there by the time we arrive; so please don’t worry...” Officer Kang spoke softly to us as he drove the black police car to his home.
——☽
As we drove through the town, I couldn’t shake the bitter feeling of regret of ever coming back here.
The pretty colors of the sunset that painted the windows and our sling in the car only added to the bitter feeling of helplessness and nostalgia that ate me away.
Seulgi, who was exhausted, had fallen asleep beside me and was now resting herself in my shoulder as I stared out the window.
Watching the commercial buildings turn into the neighborhoods, and the businessmen and women turn into gangs of kids playing games out with their families and pets, I couldn’t stop the hopeless wish that settled in of wanting to stop it all.
As we pulled into the driveway of Seulgi’s family home, I nudged her slightly for her to wake up.
“You need to explain everything, please.”
———☽
The dyed red-head made her way to the ice cream shop, only to find the people she had wished to find gone, sighing she fixed herself through the reflection of herself in the mirror; she didn’t look that bad for what she was about to do and had done.
She didn’t even feel guilty, she tricked her friends and? That didn’t mean she regretted her actions it was her survival over theirs. It was a selfish world they lived in.
”Irene! You’re here?” The red-headed laughed bitterly.
”Please, stop it... I can’t keep it up like this! They’re gonna end up dead!” Irene cried, tears falling.
“Tell me Irene, does it look like I care? I’m dead for all they know, and a dead girl can’t cause chaos.” Sooyoung asked.
”No, Joy, you aren’t dead but I sure wish you were....”
_____________ღ
“What?” Chaeyoung exclaimed, no one was ready for what Wendy and Seulgi had just said.
”Joy is alive?” Jennie asked confused as she leaned against the wall.
“Yeah, she’s probably working with the guys after [Name] too...” Wendy finished, she sighed.
”We should tell Seulgi’s dad...” Chaeyoung suggested, despite her shock she still was more useful than I could ever be.
”Yeah, then that’d rid Sooyeong and Irene, and with our witnesses they’ll at least put Sooyeong in jail” Seulgi agreed, I knew by the way she spoke that the idea pained her, it pained all of us. Irene and Joy, who would have thought?
”But then that leaves the boys....” Lisa brought up a very big point, the main point.
”I’ll deal with them”, I speak up suddenly, “It’s my fault, not yours, I-I know what I have to do just give me some time and things will go back to normal.”
”No”, Jennie sighed, “You won’t, that’s just fucking stu-“
”Let her”, Jisoo spoke up, “She’s- [Name], [Name] are you sure about this?”
Nodding I look at her as determinedly as I could, I could fix this.
“You won’t changer your mind will you?” Yeri laughed bitterly, I wouldn’t betray them.
I nodded again.
”It’s for the best” I said quietly, even if I was unsure I had put people in danger, I have been useless and I have only been an inconvenience, I wanted to do something, I needed to do something.
”But these boys, that we don’t even know, can do anything! What if you end up hurt? The what if’s are endless!” Jennie argued, she was blushing with anger, “We can’t just send you like that?”
“Jennie”, Jisoo hugged her tightly, “It’s our [Name], she won’t go down without a fight. I trust her and should you, all of us.”
”I can’t believe we’re agreeing to this...” Wendy said exasperated, tears bubbling under her eyes, I felt tears bubble in mine too as I looked at my friends.
“What are you going to do?” Yeri asked again, “Maybe we can come up with a middle ground.”
”I’ll give them what they want” I stated without budging.
”What?” Wendy shouted, jumping from the bed and slamming her hands on the bedside table.
”What’s so bad about that?” Chaeyoung asked, suddenly her eyes widened.
”She’s gonna give herself! That’s what she’s gonna give!”, Wendy raised her voice.
”What?” Jisoo exclaimed, eyes widening.
”You can’t do that!” Turning around, Lisa began hyperventilating.
”You-“
The girls began acting up, begging me to change my mind, but I wouldn’t. All of this was happening because of me, and if I could stop it then I fucking would.
”You’re gonna do wha-?”
“You stupid bi- you’re gonna give yourself like that?”
”Gosh, you-you’re really stupid aren’t you? How are you even going to do that?”
“By walking out the door, duh?”
———☽
They locked me in the bathroom.
I was locked in the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub and silently singing nursery rhymes as I waited until they finished telling Mr Kang the truth.
I was indeed very stupid.
Silently running the plan through my head, I lean against my knees and pray that their intentions aren’t bad. That if I do end up going with them that I won’t end up dead in a ditch. But it was indeed better than having my friends dead.
Leaning against the bathtub, I close my eyes and let myself sleep for a while. Numbing myself to the surrounding world. I hadn’t been able to really have a peaceful time since coming back to this damned town.
As I stay there, nightmares and never ending thoughts began plaguing my mind.
What if I jump out of the window, make my way to Kook’s house and let him kidnap me. No one will miss me anyway, plus I’m the reason why all of this is happening. The reason Sooyeong faked her death, killed her sister and mother and betrayed us. I’m the reason Mark’s dead, Nayeon, the rest. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t deserve to be here. I don’t deserve to be alive now.
Tears began slipping out of my eyes, as the thoughts began multiplying and breathing became hard. Shaking harshly from the mere memory of the news articles declaring my friends deaths; knowing that somehow I had caused them.
I lost track of time. I couldn’t stop shaking and crying as blame and guilt began consuming me.
All my senses began failing me.
I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t touch and I couldn’t speak.
A feeling of numbness began biting at my ribs, leaving trails of pain as it made its way up my head until I was left with a pounding headache. My cheeks felt cold as the tears ran across them, broken sobs that overtook the sound of footsteps and bodies falling.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t understand and I couldn’t feel.
”Please, anyone, save me”
The door burst open, and I let out a scream.
———☽
[3rd Point of View]
The blood from the bunch of young women laid over the house as Sooyeong stood panting.
“I-I did it....” She whispered softly.
Laying down, she waited for her captors to come over and finish the job. Laughing lightly she looked over to her presumably dead, older friend, Irene.
”Onnie, we’ll meet in hell, haha, just like Jennie said!” She laughed full of delusions.
As she rested on her back, she tilted her head to see all her friends, gone.
“If only...”, she whispered, “If only I was allowed to kill her too, then we’d be together forever...”
Smiling, she let bitter tears run down her cheek.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking dying full of regrets, haha, fantastic!” She turned around in the bloodied floor, she noticed her sides were all red and sticky.
”Ugh, didn’t Officer Kang keep cigars?” She muttered, as she pulled herself upwards.
Stumbling into her dead friend’s father office, she made her way to the ‘empty’ liquor cabinet, the one Seulgi so many times defended and said was filled with juice and snacks. There sat stacks of Marlboro and heavy liquor. Opening a random packet she took a cigarette and slowly lit it, placing it between her lips. Taking a heavy breath she let out a dull huff.
Laying against the table, she counted the minutes until her death.
Still with her cigarette, she made her way to the bathroom, sitting against the door she knocked softly.
”Guys?”, she heard her friends voice, ex-friend, she reminded herself bitterly, I sold them away.
With a clear idea of who was in the bathroom, Joy began to speak.
”You know, I always told myself that if any of my family members or friends were to get in a life or death I would put myself after them and take the bullet. But, ha, now that it really happened, I killed my fucking parents and sister, sold you lot to them and signed my own fucking death note and now, they’re gonna take you away! Priceless!”, she laughed, “Fucking priceless, I promised myself that I wouldn’t die full of sin or regret but look at me now, keeping you busy while they kill your family! They’ll come by any minute and kill me, bet you they’ll do it quick. That way they’ll take you away faster, you’ll live like a princess [Name], ahhh, how much I wished I was you right now. Seven hot dudes killing for me, I’d die for that...”
A muffled voice could be heard, and loud banging against the door.
“Joy?”
She ignored her.
“Tell me, [Name], should I let myself be killed or should I kill myself?”
”Where are the others? Joy!”
”Oh, the girls?”, Sooyeong asked as she took another swing, “They’re dead. I killed them, anyway, what should I do?”
The girl inside the bathroom finally was able to hear it all, all at once it hit her, her senses overwhelmed her, and so she cried, punched and kicked, she let the inner turmoil inside of her manifest itself into the surface.
”Let me out you psycho!” Never once did [name] question if that was Joy.
”Sweetie”, Joy laughed, “I’m not half as bad as them!”
”Who? Who dammit?” The younger girl cried in frustration.
”BTS”, Sooyeong accentuated every letter, “Your secret lovers!”
”Wha-“
A loud bang into the door and several footsteps were heard from the floor below the two females.
“They’re here, fuck them, I’ll do it myself” Sooyeong muttered to herself.
Standing up, she opened the lock to the bathroom door, however she didn’t open the door; yet.
Heart racing, she took the gun that was situated next to Jennie’s body, they were getting close. She could tell due to the increasing volume of the chatter, the sound of footsteps and the smell of rotten seven little pigs who will all burn in hell.
Hastily she made her way to the bathroom and opened the door to revel a petrified [Name], tears streaming down her face as she looked at her demented friend.
They were now outside the door.
“Bye bye, bitch. Remember that I love you and I will save you”
Joy leaned the gun against her chest and shot her herself.
Blood spilled everywhere as her falling body made way to the most agonizing and traumatic sight.
Seulgi’s room was littered with her friends dead bodies, including Seulgi’s parents. The walls showed claw marks, blood splattered against the walls and organs spilled on the floor.
Gagging, [Name] cried louder than before, sobs echoing on the almost empty house.
A rush of footsteps and angry mutters made their way outside the bathroom door before five male figures appeared on the doorway.
“[Name]!”
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With wide eyes I look up and find Jeongguk and his ‘gang’, people I know now to refer to as Bts.
After hearing what Joy had said before shooting herself, I couldn’t help the fear that ran through my veins as I saw five of the seven males, where were the other two? What had happened?
”Get away from me!” I shouted at them and pressed myself into the wall, Jimins’ sweater and my skirt were now soaking wet from the leftover water, my socks were drenched, but I didn’t care, I needed distance right now.
“What?” Jeongguk asked flabbergasted, he stepped forward but I let out a scream to show I was not having it.
”I said what I said! Get away from me, you freaks!” I screamed, now with anger replacing the fear. These men ruined my life in just a few days, in just a few hours they took almost everything I had away from me, I only had my family left now and even then I wasn’t sure about that.
”I- we’re here to rescue you!”, Taehyung said as he approached me slowly, he pushed Jeongguk slightly to the side as he opened his arms.
”No! Joy told me everything, she said that you made her kill the girls and that this bullshit, yeah this fucking bullshit, that it’s all your fault!” I screamed at them, I motioned to the room as tears hot ran down my face.
”She did what?” Namjoon asked as he pushed Taehyung and Jeongguk away and walked over to me.
Peering over the bathtub, he gently took my hand.
”Baby, how do you know she wasn’t lying? Huh, she faked her death, killed her friends and family, how do you know she wasn’t lying to you again?” He whispered softly, he took my hand and rubbed circles against my palm.
”Because I know her-” I tried arguing with him but my mind was shutting itself off.
”Mhm?” He asked softly as he helped me stand up and exit the tub, I began shivering as I looked over to see the body of my friends, the people who had only tried to help me, looking so damn dead.
”She said you killed my family and that you were going to come over and take me away, I trust her more than I’d ever trust you.” I trailed off, my feet wobbled as my legs gave out due to the sight in front of me, I was about to puke.
”Really now?” He questioned as he took my legs and carried me bridal style, he took me and the four other boys away from the bathroom, he looked down at said girls body and silently motioned Yoongi, “Do you think we killed your family? That Kookie did?”
At the mention of his name, Jeongguk came over and kissed my cheek as Namjoon held onto my now shaking body.
“No, Kookie wouldn’t... right?” I questioned myself softly as I began questioning myself.
”No, bunny!” He lied, he was lying! Joy would never lie.
”See?”, Namjoon asked, “he wouldn’t lie to you, we wouldn’t lie to you, on the other hand your friends over there did. Irene knew about Joy, she even helped her. So how do you know the others weren’t in on it?”
”How do you kn-“
”Irene came to me about it, after she got injured, she told me she knew all about Joy and her plan, that’s why we went over to your house to be sure you were okay, thank god you weren’t there because a fire started all over the neighborhood, seven or so houses caught on fire,” Namjoon continued on speaking.
”Sweetheart, I’m sorry but we weren’t able to get your family out on time at all.” Jimin added on as he opened the front door.
”What-?” My family… was gone?
Why did it make sense?
”Mhm, we think it was Joy who did it too, I mean she already killed at least twelve people, what are three more?” Namjoon continued on talking, I shook at what he said.
“Hey, Namjoon help me ove-“ I heard a voice speak, but I couldn’t pinpoint whose voice it was, being too concerned about what Namjoon was talking about, he did sound familiar though.
“Jin, say hi to [Name] over here, she’s currently very scared,  but we’ll fix that, won’t we?” Jimin told the owner of the unknown voice, he sounded happy.
“Aww, is she? Are you sad? Don’t worry, we’ll be taking you to a beautiful vacation in a few hours so don’t worry, you’ll be safe soon.” Jin awed, he pinched my cheek it hurt but I couldn’t bring myself to show any sort of reaction .
Too tired to question what was really happening, I let them take me to the black van parked outside of Seulgi’s family home. I didn’t have it in me to fight, I wasn’t like my friends; I was alive and they were dead now, there was no use comparing us. As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice the strong smell that began floating in the air, were they pouring gas all over the house?
Why wasn’t I fighting? Was I that weak?
As Jeongguk opened the door to the van, I couldn’t help but notice how a few of my bags from back home littered the van.
”Why do you have my bags?” I asked with a monotone, soft voice I could barely talk.
”Ah, that was me, your parents had been noticing how you had been feeling off, so I had taken out your bags to go over to my house earlier that day,” Jeongguk explained, he talked too fast though, maybe he was lying but I couldn’t find it in me to care..
“Ah, okay.” I truly didn’t understand the logic behind that explanation but I was too tired to try to question them further, I was too numb.
Letting them pile inside the car, I lean against Jeongguk and slowly let myself succumb to sleep.
“Ah, Jin we didn’t need ropes or drug, I told you so.” Namjoon whispered.
”Hey, Namjoon, where are we going at the end?” Taehyung asked as he caressed my face.
”Far away, Tae, really far away”, Namjoon responded mindlessly, “So far away that people will forget we even existed here...”
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Waking up by suddenly being picked up by someone, I peel my eyes open.
“What the-” I was about to complain when I began panicking.
”Oh! You’re awake?” I heard a voice I didn’t recognize ask, who was he?!
Looking up, I see a rather attractive male with noticeable folded ears smile down at me.
“Who are you?”, I whisper-shout at the unknown male, “And where the- where are you taking me! Put me down, sir! This is borderline kidnapping, that’s what this is! Let me down or I am calling the police, I am going to shout, I swear it! My best friend’s father is a police officer damn you!”
All the unknown boy do was smile down at me and hugged me tighter to his chest.
“Stop it this instant! Do not cuddle me! Who do you think you are?” I continue to toss and shriek.
“Haha, cute.” Was his only answer, this fucking bastard!
“I am not cute-“ Stopping suddenly as I feel the man going up stairs, I panic, “Where are we going?”, I ask less loudly, I then realized I had let the boy take me to who knows where, “You haven’t answered me yet.”
”Oh, we’re boarding a plane.” He smiled and continued walking forward.
”What the- No we are not! You are boarding a plane, and you are forcing me to board it with you! Who- I am so telling on you to the police!” I shout at him.
Suddenly arriving at the top of the airplane stairs, the man carrying me puts me down and opened the entrance to the plane.
Pushing me slightly inside, I meet with the gaze with five familiar males. Memories of earlier this day rushed into my brain.
“Y-you!”, I look at Namjoon, “You sweet talking mother fucker! Let me go, now!”
As if he’d gotten hit, he flinched and looked at me hurt.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do any-“
”My ass! Go suck my spiritual dick you little fucker! You fucking drove Sooyeong insane, you killed my family with a fucking house fire you little dick!“
”We did not kill your family it was a house fire-“ Namjoon tried to explain to me as he stood up.
”God you must really like my ass, it’s impossible! We had the wires in the whole mother fucking neighborhood checked less than two weeks ago, so unless someone like you fucking tampered with the wire there is no reason for that fire! Do you really think I wouldn’t know my best friend? Sooyeong couldn’t even get the goddamn wifi working without five fucking youtube videos and her dad!”
”You do have a good ass.” I heard Yoongi remark, I flipped him off as I continue screaming at Namjoon.
“And we didn’t do it why would you think-“
”Because everytime you kill you make a fire to burn all the evidence, you dumbass! At least get creative and do something new! Don’t serial killers enjoy being different and unique and quirky or some shit?”
”How do you know?” Jimin asked slightly alarmed, the tension went from me being a little bitch to them all being in high alert.
“Do you think I’m that dumb to not notice how every boy and girl I’ve ever gotten close with dies? Look, I didn’t go around announcing it like-like it was something I was proud of it, but does that mean I wasn’t slightly suspicious? Like, dude, any boy I went three meters next to dropped dead, man. Like, that shit ain’t normal.” I asked dumbfounded, sure I wasn’t smart like Yeri or Seulgi but I wasn’t dumb either.
”Shit, if you realized than-“
”Ha, but don’t worry because you murdered the head officer in your case! He was going to announce it in a meeting in a few days or whatever but oh so lucky you! He’s fucking dead and in ashes because you idiots couldn’t think of anything better!” Maybe I’m being unreasonable, I’m fucking fighting with the murderers of my friends and family but I’m not afraid not anymore at least.
”You don’t understand! We did because-“ Jimin began trying to explain.
”We love you!”, Taehyung finished, “We love you so much-“
”Well, I hate you!”, I shouted at him, “You lot ruined so many lives, including mine! How the bloody hell am I meant to return feelings for su-“
”Wowowow, sweetie hate is a strong word, maybe you could say slightly displeased.” Namjoon remarked calmly as he walked over to Jeongguk and Jimin who were now in border line tears.
“Well, I have a strong hatred towards you!”
”Hmm? What’s with all the noise-! Hey, princess, you’re awake! Good, come on, sit over here.” A handsome male came over to me, taking my hand and leading me to a plush chair.
”Awww, you’re crying? Come here”, he took my head into his chest, “Don’t worry, I’m here, shhh, what did these awful, dirty, stupid, morons do? Come on tell Jinnie.”
I hadn’t realized I had been crying until he had remarked it, man, I really did cry a lot.
”T-they hurt me and my-“, I choked out.
”They what?” He spat as he slowly and gently sat me in his lap, re-taking my head into his chest not allowing me to look.
”N-no, they- they, I’m scared,” I cried into his shirt, “Please help, Jinnie”
I had no idea what his name was, was this that Jin dude, I could only blindly guide myself from what he had called himself.
”Y-you’re scared of what?” I heard him ask flustered, flustered by what? I had no idea who this man was or his name and he really isn’t leaving me with the best impression.
Pushing my head off his shirt I met his familiar looking eyes.
“T-them....”
”Awww, princess, don’t worry! They won’t hurt you, they’re with me. We’re trying to protect you, baby.” He smiled.
“F-from what? You’re the ones hurting people. I asked, all the changes in my mood began making me tired. I couldn’t think properly anymore.
”Shhh, babe, have we hurt you?”
”N-no?”
”Then, are we really the bad people?”
”I-I don’t know? Yes?” I answered as my voice broke in confusion, they were bad people. Why couldn’t I say so? Why were they so kind? Weren’t they the ones that were trying to hurt me? They killed everyone, right? But then, they seem kind so how would they do it? Maybe, it wasn’t them?
”Namjoonie, come here, tell our princess here that we aren’t trying to hurt her.” Jinnie motioned Namjoonie to come. No, Namjoon, he doesn’t deserve an affectionate nickname.
”Hey, babe, look up at me. We won’t hurt you, we’re saving you from the bad people like Sooyeong. You know, the girl who killed your friends and her family?” Namjoonie said.
No he isn’t Namjoonie.
”Why would I lie to you, hmm? Jinnie, Kookie, Jiminie, Yoongs, Taehyungie, Hoseokie and me wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Y-you wouldn’t?” I asked, suddenly everything was getting number and number.
The air smelled sweeter, my vision was hazy, I couldn’t think properly. I felt giggly. Suddenly, Jinnie seemed like the comfiest surface in the world so I threw myself into his chest, giggling.
”Ahh, p-princess, you’re making me blush!”, Jinnie laughed.
“I’ll tell the pilots to start since someone is too busy.” I heard Kookie say.
Hearing him stand up and leave the room, I lean against Jinnie further.
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By the time I as suddenly woken up, I still felt slightly giggly from whatever had happened earlier. A sudden weight had been added into my chest and stomach making me open my eyes and look down at the male on top of me.
”Hi, umm, who are you?” I asked him.
“Your Jinnie,”
“No, I mean who are you?”
”Hey, babe. I- do you really not remember me?”, ‘Jinnie’ asked suddenly.
Looking down at him in sudden confusion I shake my head no.
”Ahh, such a pity.... I do, you know, remember you.” He said as he leaned further against my chest, “I remember meeting you the first time like it was yesterday, it’s engraved into my mind. Sometimes, I have dreams about the day I met you, about how I could have acted to make you mine. Yet I didn’t do that. Those dreams made me act like this, those dreams helped make my mind clear; that I needed to protect you from the bad people. Not like I don’t always dream of you. Every dream I’ve had since I met you is about you. Innocent and not. Dreams about what I could do to you, how I could claim you as mine and lock you up in a castle and protect you from there. God, the thought that you don’t remember me makes me so fucking sad you have no idea yet knowing that I can restart with you is almost like a blessing.”
He looked out the window as did I. As I looked out I noticed how dark it was, and how the stars seemed to make the sea shine brighter.
“I’m- I’m Kim Seokjin, I’m currently twenty-two and I’m taking you, [Last Name] [Full Name] being now seventeen years of age, to the farthest place I can find. It’s a pretty island that I bought a few years ago, in that little big island I made a whole village for you and the rest of the guys. There we’ll have everything, and when we run out; I can always buy more. I can run my business from there, that way we won’t ever run out of money and if you ever want to leave I’ll be able to take you away to anywhere...” He introduced himself smiling softly.
”Seokjin... like the Kim Seokjin from camp?” I asked suddenly.
”Wait you remembered?” He asked in shock, his eyes sparkled with hope.
”W-well not one hundred percent but I think I do?”, I answer in quite a bit of a shock myself, “You bought an island and built a village for me? You have to be kidding, there is no way you-“
”Well, my family owned it anyway but I bought it from my parents; it was practically a gift from them.” He answered.
”But still! You’re insane, who the hell spends that much money on a crush?”
”You are not a crush, [Name].” He laughed, “I love you! For god’s sake I made a whole little village for you!”
”G-god, you’re insane!” I freaked out, the effects of earlier gone.
A dulling look came over his eyes suddenly when I spoke those words.
”Princess, look, I have done way worse shit than buying and building a goddamn village for you. If you needed I’d start a war for you. So do what you do best, and be a good girl for Jinnie, okay? No cussing, no acting out of line, drinking all of the juice and no calling me a freak.” He whispered against my ear.
”What’s wrong with you!” I shouted at him.
Suddenly I heard shuffling from the seat behind me, and the boy that had carried me earlier popped up.
“Good night, what happened darling? Did the serum ware off?” He asked, he seemed tired yet he still smiled, he was wearing a beanie that made his ears pop out even more.
”Yes, it did, Hoseok could you please bring in some more.” Jin asked Hoseok.
“Jung Hoseok? Like star dancer Jung Hoseok?”
He didn’t respond as he fiddled with a bottle until he sat down at the seat next to mine with a little silk piece.
“The one and only, pumpkin, now close your eyes and you’ll feel happy again! You want that right? When you start behaving nicely as you do with this we’ll stop dozing you! Okay? So be good for me, please?”
He gently brought the silk next to my nose and I felt myself go into complete darkness, the same sweet air in my lungs again without me wanting it to.
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A string of light coming from the barley opened curtains, followed by the sound of waves crashing against the sand happened to be the reason I woke up today.
Opening my eyes slightly thinking, hoping, that I’d wake up to find myself in my room. But I wasn’t. This wasn’t my room and most definitely not my house.
With fully open eyes, sit up in the comfy bed I happened to be laying in. White, silky sheets with beautiful lace designs, and pillows that smelled wonderful. The bed wasn’t the only dead giveaway that I wasn’t home, other than the rather obnoxious sound of tropical birds and the sea, the room was too.
The spacious room was adorned with clean, grey, stone walls. Walls that were gracefully decorated with minimalist paintings and photos of me and seven men I didn’t know, upon further inspection I saw a picture of what’s supposed to be the night sky the day I was born. A white desk sat in the corner of the wall in front of me, a desk filled with gifts.
At both sides of the bed, there were bedside tables made of glass and black wood. On top of them, each had a lamp and a picture frame of what appeared to be the sea, in one sat a remote control, a small white box and a ring box. In the other, sat a bunch of my trinkets from back home.
The room had a black, clean and shining marble floor, and in some areas had fluffy rugs like beneath the desk and a round glass table, with a rather beautiful flower arrangement, that was placed in the corner, next to the window, it seemed to take a good fourth of the wall.
Looking around once more I saw what I assumed was a closet and bathroom. Both of which, by the looks of it, seemed to be overly spacious.
Standing up from the bed, I looked down to find myself in a white, silk nightgown, quite similar to the fabric of the sheets.
Expecting cold from the marble floor, I was astonished to find that the floor was actually rather warm.
Now as I stood in the middle of the room, I realized how big it really was.
“God, it’s like, three times my old bedroom...” I trailed off.
Remembering the box that lies next to my bed, I rushed over to the bedside and rushed to open the package. Inside was a brand new phone, black and cold to the touch.
”What the-“ Turning around I run to the desk only to find it full of designer branded bags and boxes.
From Gucci to Louis Vuitton, my mouth fell agape at how much all of this must’ve cost. Not only the gifts, but the television, phone, computer and this very same room must have cost a fortune.
“Who the heck has that much money?” I ask myself quietly as I sit down on the desk chair.
A sudden curiosity came over me as I stood up and made my way to what I assumed must have been the closet. Pushing the black door I’m met with a closet as big as my room back home, filled with expensive looking clothes and shoes. Jewelry was stored in glass cases, the light casted a glittering shine to the diamonds and pearls, and a vanity sat in the far back, also filled with makeup. The walls were of black marble, they seemed to hold a certain shine to them that was only noticeable thanks to the beautiful and large glass chandelier that laid on top of the jewelry case.
As I walk inside what’s basically Narnia, I hear the door to the room open as a pretty looking girl looks at me and squeaks.
”Oh! Miss Kim, I thought you wouldn’t wake up ‘till later! Well then, I guess I’ll help you earlier than I thought!” She exclaimed happily, her smile was wide as she spoke.
“Miss Kim?” I asked her as she gently pushed me inside and sat me down in the black velvet chair.
”Yes! I’m one of the maids that are meant to help you when you’re with Mr Kim, other times I guess you’ll get called depending on which Mr your with! Honestly, I think you look cuter with Mr Seokjin!” She giggled as she began combing my hair, she was soft and careful as she brushed my hair
”Hmm, ah! I know, how about a dress? Yes! They said that they would appreciate if you could wear a dress today! It’s hot, so how about a sundress? A strapless one could do, you do have a pretty skin color so I guess a black one could work!” She chanted to herself.
”Okay, go take a long, nice shower and I’ll help you once you get out. Now go, go, trust good ol’ Chuu!” She laughed.
Standing up, she led me to the bathroom and directed me where everything was. She then left me do wash myself.
“Love, take as long as you want but do keep in mind Misters have been waiting for you since you’ve arrived!”
And so I washed myself. I tried to use the best smelling soap and shampoo I could find, to then using the best smelling perfume once I was done. Sighing at how good it felt to be clean, especially after all the mess from earlier, I take a look at the redness of my eyes and puffiness of my cheeks.
I hadn’t realized how long I had taken, but it seems that long enough for Chuu, or Jiwoo as she had also introduced herself as, to pick a black summer dress, shoes and beautiful makeup.
Giving me the dress, I change as fast as I could to let Jiwoo do her magic, maybe she’d take long enough to take my mind off things.
By the time I was ready, I still remembered all that had happened and Jiwoo had left me in the room, telling me another girl would come and pick me up to take me to eat.
So now, I was sitting in this foreign room waiting for god knows what.
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”Hey, [Name]?” I heard Taehyung ask me as he gently nudged me.
”N-no...” I groaned as I covered my face with the silk.
“Yes, princess, c’mon, if you don’t want to walk I’ll take you by force!” He laughs as he lifts me up.
”No.” I groan as I turn around, causing him to almost drop me.
”Shit! [Name], we’re leaving to eat, now.” He scolds as he looks at his watch, he then takes my hand and exits the room.
I get dragged in silence through the modern and yet old looking house until we exit the building and enter the garden.
“Do you like it?” Taehyung asked suddenly.
”Like what?”
”The island?”
”I haven’t seen it much, but it doesn’t seem bad. But I’d rather be home with my family, not, you know, being kidnapped and living with a bunch of stalkers, it’d also be nice to you know, know whats happening? And like, be home and safe?“
”We aren’t stalkers, [Name], we’re just doing something important; taking care of you, plus, your family is dead.”
Staying in silence, I keep trying to ignore the fact my family was fucking dead and that maybe two of my friends turned out to be murderers.
Was Jiwoo into this too? She seemed to be so kind but then again, Joy did too...
Suddenly being pulled down, Taehyung took my hand and led me into a fancy looking greenhouse in the middle of the garden.
“Why are we here?” I asked him as he hummed a melody as we walked through arrangements of different flowers and exotic looking plants.
”To eat, silly!” He laughed, he squeezed my hand as he led me faster.
Once we reached the section filled with my favorite flowers, I began hearing chatter and the sound of plates being served. The voices grew louder the deeper we walked into the [Favorite Flower] filled space.
“Hey, princess, did Jiwoo give you you’re medicine?” Taehyung asked as we made our way.
“N-no?”
”Ahhh, we’ll need to talk to her then, but don’t worry! I’ll give it to you here!” Taehyung smiles down at me.
Even though there was nothing scary about Taehyung, his way bigger frame than mine and the smile that was etched into his face whenever he saw me definitely began creeping me out enough, as if he being my stalker and killing my family wasn’t enough reasons to be wary of him.
He stopped when we were met with a glass room that was seemingly placed in the middle of the greenhouse, he knocked on the door and let go of my hand, placing me in front of him.
The chatter died down as a maid opened the door and we were revealed six males and a few maids, who were standing to the sides. The men were sitting around an organized and pretty wooden table that was filled with delicious looking foods.
”[Name]!” I heard Jeongguk exclaimed as he stood up and made his way to us.
”God...”, I heard Jimin sigh, “Pretty....”
”Please sit down, over here.” Yoongi motioned to the end seat next to him and Seokjin in the head of the table in their end.
Jeongguk took my hand and led me to the seat as Seokjin took out the chair for me to sit. By the time I was sat down, the majority of the boys had already engaged themselves into conversation leaving me to myself when suddenly Yoongi began talking to me and Seokjin.
”So, kitten, how much do you really know about us?” Yoongi asked me, I suddenly remember his comment about my ass and blush slightly as he smirked.
Blushing even more at the nickname, I look back at him and shrugged slightly.
”Gosh, you’re so cute!” Seokjin gushed as he squished my cheek.
”I-I guess, not much... I mean, what I knew were only theories made by my friends...” I spoke quietly as I swatted Seokjin’s hand.
”And what did they come up with?” Yoongi asked, as he took my hand and gently caressed it.
”That you were the ones that wrote the letters....” I spoke in whispers through gritted teeth, I try and pry my hands away.
“Ah, so smart!”, Seokjin laughed, “Who was who?”
Both of them looked at me filled with curiosity.
“I think that you”, I pointed at Yoongi and Seokjin, “are Suga and Jin, and that him and him”, I pointed at Jeongguk and Jimin,” Are Cocky and Chimmy respectively”
I looked at the rest of the boys quickly. Out of the seven, I properly had interacted with all but Hoseok and knew little to nothing about Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon
“You’re right!”, Seokjin laughed along with Yoongi, “Who else?”
”Ahhh, Hoseok he’s hope? And that Taehyung is V? And so that leaves Namjoon as RM...”, I trailed as a girl with a name tag that read ‘Heejin’ served my food.
”Ah, thank you! Miss... Heejin!” I thanked her brightly, or as brightly as I could.
“Hey, princess, look at us....” Yoongi pouted at me.
Blushing even more, I nod quietly, not wanting to anger any of them.
”You haven’t taken your medicine, have you?” Seokjin asked, causing Taehyung to look up from his conversation with Jimin.
”Yeah, she hasn’t taken it yet!”, Taehyung exclaimed.
”But she’s behaving so well!” Hoseok gushed.
”Yeah, but we don’t want that to changes do we?” Namjoon laughed as he took a little flask from his suit.
They passed it down until it reached Seokjin, who took the baby blue flask and looked me in the eye.
”Princess, how do you want to take it? From the bottle or with your juice?” He asked me.
”I-I don’t know-“ I stuttered as I blushed from the attention, was I child to them? Was this a game? I was a year from being a legal adult!
And how could I be so fucking weak?
”She doesn’t know, our baby doesn’t know!” Jimin awed as he sighed into his chair.
”So cute!” Taehyung agreed with his older friend.
”For fucks sake, I love her...” Jeongguk mutters with wide eyes.
What the hell is wrong with them?
”Want to take it from the bottle for us?” Namjoon asked as he fiddled with his tie, a pink blush taking over his cheeks.
”I-I guess?” I answered confused.
I took the bottle out of Seokjin’s hand a quickly chugged it down.
Tastes like the alcohol we’d sneak out of Jeongguk’s dad’s alcohol stash.
”Princess took it so well!” Taehyung clapped.
”Yes she did!” Jimin cheered as he leaned against his palm creepily.
As the other boys began talking with each other again and their attention drifted off of me I waited until only Seokjin and Yoongi were still quiet.
”Hey, what is it that you made me drink?” I asked Seokjin, I picked at his ring hoping to catch his attention.
”Ahh, just a little something to make you behave properly.” Seokjin assured me, he took my hand and kissed before setting it down next to the plate
”How?” I pressed him slightly.
”This makes you behave better, it makes you more well behaved for us, it’ll help you learn how to behave.” Seokjin tried to clear it out for me.
“Bu-“
”Look, darling, you’re done! You ate so well! Hmm, how about you leave with me now!” Jimin suddenly spoke up.
”Wh-” I had barely eaten, I hadn’t even touched the soup and I was starving.
”It’s my day today and tomorrow! Then again, I don’t remember anymore but dates aren’t important. So, let’s go!” Jimin pressed on as he helped me stand up and began dragging me out of the room against the judgment of the other boys. He quickly ran out and picked me up, now I truly couldn’t leave. I was getting tired and giddy by the minute.
“Let’s change clothes together!” Jimin suggested as he ran with me into the house.
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Jimin took changing together quite literally. He brought his clothes to the closet, but instead of using my brain I let him.
The weird liquid they constantly fed me seemed to take effect quickly as I began giggling at every action Jimin did.
By the time we were done changing, we were both wearing matching outfits consisting of orange and navy blues striped oversized sweaters and light blue shorts, with white sneakers and socks.
”You look so cute!” Jimin squealed as he hugged me tight.
”Ha! Thanks Jiminie!” I laughed.
”Where do you want to go?” Jimin asked me as he took my hand and led me outside the other side of the house.
“I don’t know... let’s see a movie!” I suggested, not remembering that we were in the middle of an island the possibility of actually there being a cinema were scarce.
”Yeah, let’s go! In the village there is a movie place-“
”How?” I asked him as he took me down a path as we seemed to be walking down a hill.
”Jin’s family built a village here for their special workers, originally that is, so they could come over to have vacations and not risk having anything happen to them, they still sometimes come but not as often as a bunch of those special workers got ‘scared off by the bad vibes’ over here, as if....”
”So it’s haunted?”
”Nah, it was us trying to get them to leave so we could get this island for you! It was around the time you left, so we had a ton of time to make this place special!” Jimin recalled.
”Ahh, but how did you know I’d come back?” My eyes were dropping slightly, I was beginning to feel number and number.
”You’re very special to us, darling, there is no way in hell we’d let you leave us.” Jimin spoke seriously.
”Really?” I asked him in slight shock.
”Mhm, I mean, at least I do. I dunno about the others but I’m pretty sure I love you!” He spoke softly as we arrived at a town-ish little place.
There were a few people, people that looked very important and rich walking around. People that didn’t seem to like us, why?
”Let’s go, it’s over there!”, Jimin seemed to read my mind when he pulled me toward the cinema, “Let’s watch your favorite one!”
What Jimin had led me wasn’t exactly what you would’ve imagined. But it certainly was a cinema, black background and red velvet, cushioned seats. It was extremely modern in comparison to what I had childishly imagined.
As the movie played on, I couldn’t concentrate on it. Maybe it was because I had seen it over ten times or maybe it was because of Jimin sitting on my lap and cuddling me. No, it was because the drug was warring off, maybe they underestimated my tolerance to the drug. The more minutes passed the more conscious I was about the whole ordeal that had happened in the last forty hours. The death of my whole family, the death of my friends and their families, my kidnapping; everything.
Suddenly I began hearing the soft snores Jimin made while he slept. I looked down at him. One of my tormentors. One of the reasons everything I loved was gone. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted him dead. Frustration that had been built since I moved back into that god damned town was falling over me.
I was crying, I realized when a few tears had fallen into Jimin’s face. I watched as he moved a bit in his sleep as he smiled, muttering my name sometimes or even laughing.
Bastard.
In that moment I realized that if someone didn’t enter that cinema in the next few minutes I would murder that man. I would choke him to death. Scream at him how much I hated him.
It seems someone heard me as two males, followed by two females, came into the cinema.
“[Name]! Are you crying? Are you okay?” I heard Jeongguk exclaim as he ran towards me.
He growled at Jimin as he woke up from his nap in my lap.
”Wh-“
”Why is [Name] crying, Jimin?” Taehyung asked him seriously.
”Wh-“ I pushed Jimin off me, cutting him before he could even start.
I brushed my clothes off, in hopes of brushing him off me too.
“Because I fucking hate you lot, that’s why. What is wrong with you? You keep drugging me all the damn time and expect me to be cool with it? You fucking ruin my life in a few hours and think I’m going to be all lovey-dovey with you? You little fuckers, you all ruined my life!”
I straightened my posture and walked out of the building. I ignored as Jimin and Jeongguk broke down crying, I ignored Taehyung as he screamed at me to come back.
”What? Ha, as if I cared!” Taehyung shouted at me before he quickly realized what he had said, “Dammit!” He cried again.
”Bunny, come back!”, Jeongguk cried softly as he tried chasing me slowly.
”Fuck off.” I responded tired, “You really think that some random ass drug is going to make me be okay with you lot taking me for hostage or some shit?”
We walked out of the cinema.
”It’s not like that!” Jeongguk exclaimed, he was getting more and more frustrated as I spoke. “They love you, we love you! I love you dammit!”
”Love? You sickos call this bullshit love? You need medical help, Jeongguk. Cut it with your bullshit, are you really that desperate that you’re gonna up front kidnap me? And on top of that fuckery, you expect me to be in love with you? Like hell I will! I despise you, Jeongguk, I have despised you since I came back home. You were nothing but the biggest dick ever to me and then you pull up this bullshit? ‘I love you’ you say, bull-fucking-shit I say.” Pushing him as I walk towards the house, I look back at him. “You are so full of yourself it’s disgusting.”
Looking at me in shock, Jeongguk then straightened himself up and began making his way faster towards me. I couldn’t see his eyes as he walked with his head bowed down, yet I didn’t want to see his eyes.
”Look, bunny, I wanted to behave. I really fucking did, but this behavior of yours it’s not up to my standards,” he gripped my wrist suddenly, “and I call bullshit to it. You see, bunny, I behaved like a good little bunny boy because you liked me like that didn’t you? You wanted me to be your Jeongguk, and so I did because that way you’d be mine, right?  But it seems like you think you’re in control, that you don’t belong to me, and let me tell you sweetheart, I don’t like it when people take control. You promised me we would get married, you promised me you’d love me, that we’d be together forever, all if I was your little good bunny. And I did. But you, you didn’t keep your part of the promise, you weren’t a good owner. No, no, you went out there and caught others hearts and then moved out of town, you left your bunny alone with these impostors. I didn’t like it, I did not like it at all, and I’m making sure no one takes my owner away now, even if I have to make you my bunny.”
”What?” I asked in a whisper, yet he ignored me and continued on rambling.
”I’ll put a pretty little collar on your neck if you even think of running away, but you won’t, right bunny? You’ll be here with me, and you’ll help me kill them off. All of them.” He laughed as he began leading me inside the house, to his room.
“Ki-kill them?”
”Yeah, they’ve made your life a hell, Hoseok killed Mark, Namjoon spread rumors of you, Seokjin has poisoned you before, Jimin broke into your house a bunch of time with Tae, Tae stalked you and taken suggestive pictures of you and Yoongi, he started the fire.” He smiled evilly as he caresses my cheeks.
”B-but...”
”See bunny? You can’t trust anyone here, not even me, but unlike them I’m willing to do anything, within reason, to redeem myself to you, but no letting you leave, sadly.” Jeongguk then began kissing my hand and talking, “So, will you let me be your bunny? I’ll do anything you ask of me, I’ll be your servant. I promise you that you won’t regret it, just let me be your bunny again.” He pouted as he looked up and left one last kiss on me knuckles.
He then threw me on the bed and rested himself on my chest as he looked up.
”I’ll do anything for you, kill, cook, torture, plant flowers, anything, you can tell me what to dress, how to act, how you want my hair. I’ll be your doll, bunny, just say yes. I’ll protect you from them.”
Blushing, my mind began to race as my blood began pumping faster. My mind became hazy as I spoke words that I didn’t know if I regretted.
“O-okay, I-I mean, yes?”
Suddenly it was his turn to become excited, as adrenaline seemed to pump through his veins, his eyes got wider as he caged me in his arms.
”Really? Oh my- finally! God, I love you, I love you, I love you!” He cried as he cupped my face in his hands, tears began to stream violently down his face, ”I’ll be the best bunny!” He laughed as he kissed me in the lips, it wasn’t like he left me much choice.
You never truly learn how to stop making mistakes, do you?
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When: Back then.
Why: Because she didn’t want to.
Where: Home?
—————— b e t r a y a l ————————
Blood. Everywhere. The room was drenched in the red liquid, the smell of iron attached itself in every surface the liquid was attached to, the sticky substance was dripping from its source to the floor and the surrounding areas. Patterns of blood everywhere, ceilings, walls, floor.
Mutilated. The corpses let out their rotting smell, it seemed to reach every corner and stay there, the smell didn’t fade, even if they had been laying there for years and years.
Standing in the middle was the son of a loving family, as he breathed heavily, as he stared at someone he never thought he’d hurt.
“Why? What did that poor woman do to you?” She asked him while tears pooled in her eyes, his eyes.
”Mom, you don’t understand!” He shouted at her, of course she didn’t; she didn’t know [Name] like he did.
”No I do not, you- look what you did! All for this girl who doesn’t even know you! I should call the police, Taehyung, what you’re doing isn’t normal! You’re going to hurt her aren’t you?” She yelled at him.
“Hurt her? We are talking about [Name] you know!” He yelled back.
He yelled at his mother.
”Yes I do, and I also know that this isn’t okay! Taehyung, do you think this is okay? Killing people?”
”Scumbags.” He muttered as his chest rose up and down at a dangerous pace.
”What did you say?” She asked, this boy, no this man wasn’t her son.This thing wasn’t human.
“They were scumbags, they weren’t people! They contaminated her, mom, they tried to dirty her! Why don’t you understand? I love her and she loves me back! I’ve seen it, I’ve fucking seen it!” He shouted at her as he took slow steps towards her.
”Wait until your father hears about this, I might not call the police but he sure will, he will not tolerate this!” The mother shouted at her son, her husband was a good man, he’d teach their son.
”Dad? He’s been gone for almost a year! What? Don’t tell me you thought he was gonna return now?” He asked her as he laughed, tears falling from his cheeks.
”Y-yes, he will and he will not tolerate this behavior of yours!” She tried to stand her ground against her own blood. This thing was not her son.
”He was with another woman, mother, he came back months ago, do you want to hear what happened with dad and her?”
He began laughing louder as he saw the look in his mother’s eyes.
”The secretary, mom, it was her; Heejae. You weren’t home when they arrived, I was though, I was here all along and I heard it all, do you want to hear it, momma? Hear how father cheated on you with that slut?” He walked to a small computer in the back of the room, he passed through corpses as if they were nothing.
The mother followed the son, almost like a robot, as he pressed play on a video. A video showcasing the most intimate act between two people; between her husband and his secretary.
“It was upstairs, momma, until they saw your car, they ran down here, my mistake was I didn’t lock the door, so they saw it all. He acted just like you said he would, but their phones were on their pants, they always are, but the problem is they didn’t have theirs on. And guess what I did Momma?” He looked as the tears streamed down her face as she looked at him.
”What did you do, Taehyung?”
”I killed them. Now tell me, mom, do you think that my relationship with [Name] is a bad one?” He asked as his mother threw herself at him as she cried.
”I-I-“
”It’s not, is it? What I’m doing is preventing her from doing things like this, now tell me, mom, am I bad?”
”N-no?” She croaked, her own sanity was falling down like sand castle, a human being can only take so much at a time before they fall into insanity. This boy was her son.
“See mom? Now, I don’t want you to end up like dad, so, will you help me keep my [Name] save?”
The son asked his mother for help. And just like any good mother, she accepted it.
“Thank you, momma, I promise you your daughter in law will be better than this dumbass of a father.”
———— m o m m a ————
And just like that the son’s mother set out to help him and his friends with all of their deeds. Of course, she didn’t cheer for all seven kids, that at this point she considered her own, she always hoped that her son would win the girl’s heart.
“Taehyungie, make sure you dress nicely today, you have biology with her, don’t you?” She reminded him every Wednesday and Thursday.
”Oh, yeah! Thank you, momma!” He’d always let her help him get dressed and fix his hair for her.
And just like that, a bond that should have broken only strengthened itself.
———— m o m m a ————
One day, the son burst out crying as he came in the house he and his mother lived in.
The woman didn’t work, as her husband had left them a great deed of money and her friend Miss Kim helped her, she was also in their sons secrets.
”Taehyung! Oh god, what happened?” She cried, the last time he had reacted this way was when his lover had left him to go elsewhere, since then all his friends and the families that knew had been trying to locate her and bring her back to them.
”Momma, Jin said- he said that baby bear was going to come back next week! She’s coming back, Momma!” He cried harder as he hugged his mother.
“She is?” She exclaimed she was ecstatic, finally her son was going to be happy again.
”Yes! I-I gotta make myself handsome for her shouldn’t I? Ohh, it’s been so long, what if she’s changed her taste? What if she doesn’t hang out Jeongguk anymore? What if she- she had a boyfriend?” He muttered the last part darkly to himself.
The mother chuckled to herself as she hugged her son, he looked older but he still acted like a little kid. This boy was her son.
”Don’t worry, Taehyungie, she won’t have a boyfriend, she isn’t like your bastard of a father, she wouldn’t cheat on you, and if she does, has that ever stopped you? You’re the best looking boy in your school, baby, she’ll realize her mistake in an instant! Then you’ll take her to the island and be happy there forever!” She hugged her son closely as he cried out his love’s name.
”Come on, tomorrow you won’t go to school, you know what? You won’t go to school at all this week, we’re gonna get you ready for [Name], how does that sound?” She decided as she looked down her son who was snuggled into her chest.
”N-nice.” He stuttered as he smiled softly.
That week, the son and mother spent a ridiculous amount of money to make the already handsome boy look even better. This woman was his mom.
———— m o m m a ————
And so it went, the boy updated his mother on his delusional relationship and the mother believed it and loved the thought of her boy with such an amazing woman as [Name].
Until the one day.
“Momma! Jeongguk said that [Name] is gonna hang out with him and Namjoon and that she might hang out with us too soon!” The boy ran to his mother shouting in joy.
The news caused her to jump in joy with her son.
”Oh! Baby, that’s amazing!” She hugged him as she smiled up at him.
”It is, isn’t it?” He laughed.
”Of course! Oh, by the way, the boy that tried to flirt with [Name] last week is in the basement, he’s sedated, so you can do whatever you want with him after you do your homework and remember that dinner is at seven!” She laughed as her son nodded happily and skipped up the stairs in joy. These two things are human.
——— m o m m a ———
“Momma, Momma! You won’t believe what happened!” He shouted as he sat down at the table with his mom and younger sister.
They weren’t siblings by blood, him and his mother decided to adopt her one day due to the similarities she had to his lover. The day they adopted the girl, they swore to protect her from harm. The son ended up as a father figure to the young girl and the mother watched almost as a grandmother. He liked to believe that she was his daughter with his lover.
“Huh? What happened, Hyungie?” The younger sister asked.
”Ahh, Jieun, we made a friend with the boys, her name is Sooyeong and she will help to bring my wife, [Name], to us!” The son smiled at the five year old.
”Really?” She asked happily.
”Oh, wasn’t she a friend of [Name]’s?” The mother asked, “Won’t she snitch?”
”Nah, she even killed her family! She’ll also kill [Name]’s friends so that she’ll only have us!” The son smiled proudly.
”Amazing!” Mother looked at both her children.
”See Jieun, you gotta protect [Name] just like Taehyung-ie when we leave to the island, okay?”
”Yes, momma.”
”So what will you do, Jieunie?”
”If [Name] does anything suspicious with one of the boys other than Hyungie I’ll tell Hyungie and momma about it so that they can purify her, then I’ll take her to drink tea and make her sad so she doesn’t do it again!” The girl recited by heart as she smiled, the two other people clapped and congratulated her.
”Yes!” Her brother smiled.
“Aren’t you an amazing little girl?”
——— m o m m a ———
“Momma?” She heard her son’s voice from the phone, she held her daughter tightly.
”Yes?”
”Are you on the plane with Jieun?” He asked worriedly, he needs his mom to be there with him.
”Yes, is [Name] with you?” She asked as the plane began preparing to take off.
”Yes, she’s sound asleep now. It’s so weird, it really is happening, momma. Ah, we’re landing soon, I’ll call you when we’re home, love you momma! Tell Jieun that she’ll meet my wife soon!” He made a kissing sound before cutting off the phone call.
”Momma, is it normal to do what we’re doing? Taking a girl to a place far away without her family, what if she gets lonely?” The daughter asked.
”It’s normal, Jieunie, we’re protecting her from those beasts that will make her cheat on Taehyung, not that she would, but it’s best to be sure. Plus, we’re gonna be her new family, so she isn’t going to be lonely.” Mother smiled at the girl as she curled into her chest.
”Are you sure, momma?”
”Momma always knows best, baby.”
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——— m o n e y , m o n e y ———
“Hey, Seokjin, how was summer camp?” Seokjin’s older brother asked him excitedly, he hadn’t been able to go due to his parents forcing him to stay home and study but he was alright with it, he knew it was for his and his brother’s future.
”Ahh, Seokjung, it was something.” Seokjin commented tiredly, he was exhausted by how idiotic the kids in that camp were.
”Really? Huh, but what’s something, Jin? It can’t be nothing.” Seokjung pouted as he sat down on the couch next to Jin, couldn’t Seokjin see how lucky he was?
”Ah, it was okay, I guess, I was the second oldest though, so they put me in charge of my cabin, so I had to work with this girl, I think her name was Joohyun?” Seokjin told his brother.
”Ahh, Joohyun? Like Bae Joohyun?” He asked, now this was important, Seokjung smiled.
”Yeah, I think, why?” Jin mused, now this was interesting, was this the girl his brother had a crush on? No, it couldn’t Joohyun was fifteen, the same age as Jin, and Seokjung had said she was younger than him. Seokjung being only fourteen years old.
”Ah, was [Last Name] [Full Name] there?” Seokjung asked blushing.
”I think so?” Seokjin answered amused.
”W-well, you see, she’s the girl I have a crush on.” Seokjin confessed blushing red.
”Really? She’s like twelve dude, what? That’s creepy dude, what the hell?” Seokjin snorted, Seokjung pushed Seokjin laughing embarrassed.
”H-hey! I know, and that’s why I’m not going to act on my feelings okay? Anyway, she’s cute and all but she’s in what, fifth grade and I’m in eighth and the fact that she’s friends with Jeongguk, Jeon Junghyung’s little brother, isn’t going to help much.” Seokjung laughed.
”Wow, tragic, anyway, where’s mom and dad?” Seokjin laughed.
”Oh, yeah, they went out to dinner with this weird ass old man, dunno why, probably business.” Seokjung casually mentioned, “Anyway, Jin are you going to go to camp next year?”
”Hmm, do you want to?” Jin asked.
”Huh? Do I want to go? Hell yes I do, it seems fun as hell!”
“Then I’ll go, Jung, don’t worry, I’ll have fun for you.” Jin smiled.
If Seokjin could have something his brother didn’t and wanted, he was going to have it no matter what.
————— m u s t  b e  f u n n y ————
Fuck Seokjung, fuck mom and dad, fuck that damned company, fuck it all.
Seokjin, grumbled as he threw himself into his bed, why did Seokjung have everything?
“He inherited the company, the smarts, the good looks, every-fucking-thing, he has a crush, he is a crush, the money, the girls, he gets it all, he’s fucking younger than me by two fucking years and what did I get? Summer camp, summer fucking camp.” Seokjin whispered harshly.
He turned around in his bed and looked at the window.
”I could steal his crush.” Seokjin told himself matter of factly.
It was true, he got confessed everyday by some girl, even if he didn’t try so maybe if he tried he could steal [Name] from Seokjung.
”Yeah, that isn’t too hard, is it?” Seokjin mused. “But, what does [Name] like?”
Who was [Name] in the first place, was she mature? What did she like? Was what he was doing perhaps too petty? No, it was a dose of Seokjung’s own medicine.
That night, Seokjin spent it all looking around his brothers room while the latter slept. He found both something horrifying and absolutely amazing.
”He fucking stalks her.” He mused.
And like that he spent countless nights throughout the rest of the summer, rummaging through his brothers stuff, and during the day he’d stalk her to gather all he could to win her over. So someone would choose him over his brother.
———— i n  a  r i c h  m a n ‘ s ———
“Seokjin, oh god!” His mother cried in the couch, she bawled her eyes out in her own hands. Her son, her favorite son, had died.
”Your brother, Jin, he killed himself.” His father finished as he also cried, Seokjin knew that if it had been him they’d only shed a few tears, but with Seokjung? They’d cry a river for that bastard.
He knew.
”What?” Seokjin asked with, fake, sadness.
”Yes, we don’t know why, b-but me and your mother needs a break so we’ll be going on vacation for awhile, at that island we bought a while ago, anyway this isn’t what we need to tell you is that- you’ll be taking over the company.” His father smiled through tears. “Make us proud son.”
That was what his parents told him before they sent him to summer camp again, yet he didn’t want to go. Nothing else was said between him and his parents not that he cared, he had something more important at hand. He didn’t cry, why would he? He had killed Seokjung anyway, with the help of his friends that is.
His princess wasn't there anymore.
———— w o r l d ———
“I-I like you and I know I’m three years older than you, [Name], but you’re very nice and next year I’m leaving so I won’t be here anymore, really and I heard you’d move soon in like a month or more and I was like, wondering if you’d like to go out, not like a date, that’s like, weird but-“ Seokjung confessed to the blushing fourteen year old.
”Ah, you’re , but I like you anyway!” She smiled, she was not expecting that nor was he.
”You do?” He asked in shock.
”Yeah! And, yes I know I’m fourteen and that this is weird and all, you’re like what seventeen, but let’s give it a go while you’re illegal, ‘kay? After you turn eighteen it’s all gone! And if it doesn’t work you can forget me and if it does you can, like, totally wait!” She fingered gunned the boy as he laughed.
”O-okay?” He asked laughing harder at her antics.
”Totally tubular!” She joked as she grabbed his hand and interlocked their fingers and pulled him to an ice cream shop as they both chatted happily.
They were too happy to notice the group of four males glaring their way.
”Your brother confessed to her,” Namjoon gaped at the scene, he couldn’t believe what he had just seen.
”And she accepted him!” Hoseok cried, tears streamed down his face.
”And she’s leaving, leaving while dating your idiot brother?” Yoongi growled. “That’s fucking illegal!”
”He’s still underage though...” Seokjin commented numbly. He had finally realized after two years of stalking her, he had realized he had fallen in love with her too. But it was too late, and the fates hated him, and his princess was about to leave the kingdom without him. And she was now with that pig of a brother.
”Kill him.” Seokjin said suddenly as they stood up, he didn’t even think twice before saying it.
”What?” Hoseok asked scared, kill someone? Him? No way, he couldn’t even kill an ant!
”Kill him, let’s kill my brother.” Seokjin laughed.
”What the fuck, dude? You okay?” Yoongi asked worried, that wasn’t like Seokjin at all.
”Hell yes, I’m so okay that my brother stole the love of my fucking life!” He answered sarcastically, as he glared at the ice cream shop.
“Hey, guys, you said you’d do anything for [Name], right?” Namjoon asked suddenly.
”What are you talking about now?” Hoseok asked even more scared, if that was even possible.
”I say, we do it, murder Seokjung, he’s in the way.” Seokjin repeated.
”Me too.” Namjoon agreed.
”Okay, fine, it’s for [Name], right?” Yoongi asked, it didn’t take much convincing for him anyway. It’s not like he hadn’t considered murder before, he just never had the resources to actually do it.
”Yeah.” Seokjin answered him, obviously, who else would it be for.
”Hoseok?” Namjoon asked.
”F-fine, but let’s not get caught, ‘kay?”
“That’s the fucking plan you idiot.” Yoongi laughed.
”Anyway, how do we do it?” Seokjin asked seriously, not an ounce of hesitation or doubt laid in his voice.
”Fake a suicide?” Namjoon suggested, he couldn’t believe they were actually going to do this.
”Hmm, yeah, whatever. Should we call the younger kids though?” Yoongi asked as they walked the basically dead streets.
”Nah, they’ll probably snitch, plus Jeongguk isn’t in the best place with [Name] leaving and all that shit, he’ll need Jimin and Tae.”
”Yeah, so how do we do it? The fake suicide? What’s the story behind it, do we forge a letter?”
”We can make him choke in the new car dad gave him, we can lock him in the garage and turn the engine on, no one can survive that, he won’t be able to breath in a few minutes but just in case, we can leave him there for an hour or so.” Seokjin told them his plan.
And they all agreed.
And that’s how they killed their first victim. But it was too late, [Name] had already left town, without knowledge of what happened to Seokjung until years later, yet by that time she had bigger problems than that.
——— m o n e y  , m o n e y———
“Seokjin, aren’t you happy?” His driver asked him, he probably had no idea his brother died or that he really didn’t want to leave his home, he wanted to work, he needed to work.
”Not really.” Seokjin sighed as he leaned against the glass.
”Why is that?”
“Because the girl I love left.” Seokjin told him dramatically, he was the only adult he felt comfortable enough joking with.
”Ahh, how special is that girl?” The old man laughed, his voice was filled with joy and curiosity.
”Special enough I’d kill for her.” Seokjin smirked behind the old man’s back.
———— w a s  r e a l l y  f u n n y ———
If Seokjung had it, Seokjin needed it. That’s how you fell in the devil's hands. By mere bad luck and a one sided rivalry, quite a drama, right? At the beginning, he only wanted you for the sake of having something his brother wanted. But slowly, it became more about himself, and his needs. He needed you now, not his brother, not the company, you. And not even that overachieving idiot was going to keep you two apart.
Luckily for Seokjin, it seems like you didn’t remember either him or his brother. He now was the only heir of the Kim company in your mind and memory. He now had something his brother didn’t. He has you.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t regret killing his brother, he would’ve enjoyed seeing his face as he won you over.
But one can’t have it all, can they?
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To learn more, including what depression feels like and how to identify the signs and symptoms of depressed person, read on. We’re covering everything you need to know, from how depression feels for both men and women, to how you know when it might be time to get help whether that’s through therapy or medication.
What Depression Can Feel Like
Understanding what depression feels like is key in recognizing whether or not you are actually clinically depressed. Many people have a certain perception of depression as being a mental health condition that’s totally debilitating or paralyzing. 
The truth is, depression isn’t always like that. There are smaller signs that may indicate that what you’re experiencing is more than just feeling down or having the blues.
What does depression feel like? Some people report the following feelings when they’re depressed:
You suddenly have difficulty focusing or concentrating on work or school.
You find it difficult to see the joy in life.
You feel stuck or like there’s no way out.
You begin experiencing disruptive sleep patterns.
You feel worthless or like a failure.
You can’t find motivation for self-care like showering, getting dressed, or brushing your hair or teeth.
You begin having actual physical symptoms like unexplained aches or pain.
Signs & Symptoms of Depression
Depression can have many signs and symptoms. There are also varying effects of depression on the brain. Some may even overlap across the different types of depression. They can also range from mild depression and seasonal affective disorder (SAD) to severe depression which can be intrusive on your life. 
Some of the common symptoms of severe depression can include:
Extreme sadness — When you’re depressed, you may experience intense sadness. Bouts of crying can be common and you might find it difficult to see joy in your life. Even things you once found satisfaction in may feel mundane and unimportant.
Excessive irritability — Irritability is one of the most common depression symptoms. Little things that once wouldn’t have bothered you may now irritate you or make you increasingly agitated.
Loss of interest in things or activities you once enjoyed — Activities, social events, or hobbies that you once enjoyed being a part of may now seem burdensome or like a chore that you just can’t take on.
Lack of energy — People who are depressed often have a difficult time finding a level of energy that allows them to complete daily tasks. 
Feeling hopeless, pessimistic, or worthless — A sense that things will not get better, or that you aren’t worthy of any of the “good things” in life can lead to a pessimistic outlook or feelings of hopelessness.
A significant change in appetite — Either a loss or significant increase in appetite, including binge eating which can also cause weight gain, are common depressive symptoms.
Losing interest in self-care — Seemingly simple and basic things like showering regularly, getting dressed every day, and even brushing your hair and teeth can feel overwhelming and like too much to take on.
Incredible difficulty concentrating — Having a hard time focusing or concentrating on work or school, to the point that it interferes with what you’re expected to finish, can be a sign of depression.
Difficulty making decisions — Indecisiveness or difficulty making decisions about even basic things can become intrusive and have a significant impact on your daily functions when you’re depressed.
Avoiding social activities or interactions — Avoiding interaction with friends, family members, coworkers, or even your significant other might be one of the depressive symptoms you experience. Losing interest in social events or activities that were at one time interesting is common when you’re depressed.
Cutting off relationships — You may find yourself cutting ties with former friends or family and walking away from or avoiding relationships, often for no reason. 
Thoughts of death — Extreme forms of depression may result in excessive or even just occasional thoughts of death or dying.
Thoughts of self-harm or suicide — If you’re having suicidal thoughts or self-harm, it’s urgent that you reach out to your doctor or a mental health professional. 
How Men & Women Experience Depression
Like many things in life, what depression feels like for men and women can be different. Signs, symptoms, and reasons for depression can widely vary.
Depression in men
How depression feels might be different for men than it is for women. As noted, the causes can differ, too. One study shows that a common culprit of depression in men can stem from one of the following:
Childhood sexual abuse
Drug addiction or substance abuse
Major life events that are stressful
A prior history of depression
Men may also experience depression as the result of low self-esteem, legal issues, feelings of failure, financial stress, or extreme career difficulties. Job loss and feeling like a failure as a provider are more common triggers for clinical depression in men than they are in women.
Studies show that there are a number of signs and symptoms of clinical depression that can differ between men and women. For example, men with depression are more likely to be aggressive and engage in risky behaviors than women are. They’re also more likely to have bouts of anger attacks. 
Depression in women
Not surprisingly, what depression feels like for women can result from different reasons than it might in men. One study shows that women often experience depression as the result of:
Differences in experiences 
Biological factors
Different cultural expectations   
Marital problems and issues with parents have also both been found to cause depression more in women than they do in men. 
Symptoms of depression for women and men can differ as well. For example, women may be more prone to panic and anxiety disorder on top of their depression. Some can also experience postpartum depression.
When To Get Help for Depression
If you’ve been experiencing multiple signs or symptoms of depression and feel like it’s progressing or has progressed to the point that it’s now interfering with your life, it might be time to get help. Your doctor or a mental health professional can help you identify if what you’re experiencing is truly depression. They can help you identify which, if any, form of depression you may be dealing with. They can also help you come up with a therapy or treatment plan to learn some coping skills and techniques on how to handle depression. 
Depression symptoms can increase, intensify, or worsen dramatically over time. If you’re wondering how does depression feel, and questioning your symptoms, take our free depression test.
Sources:
1. What does depression feel like?. Medicalnewstoday.com. https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/314071. Published 2018. Accessed August 31, 2021.
2. Sex Differences in the Pathways to Major Depression: A Study of Opposite-Sex Twin Pairs | American Journal of Psychiatry. American Journal of Psychiatry. https://ajp.psychiatryonline.org/doi/full/10.1176/appi.ajp.2013.13101375. Published 2014. Accessed August 31, 2021.
3. ​​Martin LA, Neighbors HW, Griffith DM. The Experience of Symptoms of Depression in Men vs Women: Analysis of the National Comorbidity Survey Replication. JAMA Psychiatry. 2013;70(10):1100–1106. doi:10.1001/jamapsychiatry.2013.1985. Accessed August 31, 2021.
 4. Schuch J, Roest A, Nolen W, Penninx B, de Jonge P. Gender differences in major depressive disorder: Results from the Netherlands study of depression and anxiety. Science Direct. https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0165032713008495. Published 2013. Accessed August 31, 2021.
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Rotating speakers on Vizio's Elevate soundbar aren't just a gimmick
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Rotating speakers on Vizio's Elevate soundbar aren't just a gimmick
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Soundbars capable of reproducing the atmospheric effects of Dolby Atmos soundtracks have been around since 2016, but until now they haven’t been very innovative. To work well, Atmos devices need extra speakers to reproduce those height effects, and usually they’re small, static drivers aimed at the ceiling. The Vizio Elevate costs a bundle but it tries something radically new: motorized speakers that rise up and revolve according to whether you’re listening to music or a compatible movie. The craziest part is, it actually works!
Like
Motorized speakers work well.
Excellent sound for movies and music.
Plenty of connections
Includes rears and wireless sub.
Don’t Like
Not as easy to use as Sonos Arc
No Apple AirPlay support
Somewhat short surround cables
The Vizio Elevate is expensive for a soundbar, but Atmos bars in general have always tended toward the high end. The Samsung HW-Q950T comes close in terms of specification but that system is also $1,700. The Sonos Arc ($799 at Sonos, Inc.) offers the simplicity of a single bar and includes a voice assistant, but it doesn’t sound as good as the Vizio. With its moving speakers, the Vizio Elevate really is its own animal.
Newbies beware however: The Vizio Elevate’s manual setup can be complicated and isn’t helped by the confusing remote. Some users may also find the wired surround speakers a pain depending on where they choose to place the subwoofer — the cables are probably too short for large rooms.
The rotating speakers reek of gimmickry, but in practice they work well, adding oomph to music and spaciousness to true Atmos soundtracks. If you don’t mind plunking down the money for a fully featured, great-sounding soundbar, the Vizio Elevate is a very serious contender. If the Elevate is too rich for your blood, however, the Vizio SB36512 is our Editors’ Choice winner and an excellent alternative at less than half the price.
Build quality: A step above
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The Vizio Elevate is a 5.1.4 soundbar which offers compatibility with both immersive standards: Dolby Atmos and DTS:X. In addition to the main speaker itself, the Elevate’s setup includes rears, a large subwoofer and a remote. If you wanted to deck out the Arc with a similar array of speakers, namely the Sonos Sub and two Symfonisk for the rear channels, it would cost about $1,700.
The Vizio Elevate may be a plastic soundbar at heart but its design is… ahem… elevated. The main bar feels sturdy and comes in a two-tone finish — part thick vinyl wrap and part gun-metal aluminum. This is a big speaker at 48 inches wide and a table-swallowing 6.5 inches deep. The ends are covered in a matte-black material, which makes it hard to see the matte-black controls, but the raised buttons are actually easier to use by touch. The front of the soundbar includes a colored LED that makes it relatively simple to tell which input you are on, as well as a white LED level meter.
The main speaker features a whopping 13 drivers, including a dedicated center channel and 5 tweeters in total. The swiveling speakers are situated at each end and rotate when the system detects a Dolby Atmos/DTS:X signal, revealing the Atmos logo on one side and DTS:X on the other. 
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The subwoofer is one of the largest I’ve seen on any system, measuring 11 inches wide by 14 inches deep and 16 inches high. The rear speakers feature both forward-facing and upward-firing drivers and are tethered to the sub by a 30-foot cable (the connection between the soundbar and the sub is wireless). The cable was long enough to drape behind my couch and along the side of the living space to the sub at the front, but the length could be an issue for some installations. 
Vizio claims the system is capable of 107 decibels, and I did find it was quite loud, so no worries about filling even the largest living spaces. The Elevate includes a wall-mount bracket in the box (BYO screws, however), and Vizio designed the bar to mate seamlessly with the Vizio OLED TV.
A mountain of features
Connectivity is excellent with two separate HDMI inputs, as well as a third, labeled “HDMI Out,” which supports eARC. There’s also an optical digital input, a 3.5mm analog audio and a 3.5mm “voice assistant” input, USB and Bluetooth. The Elevate connects to your network via Wi-Fi and supports Spotify Connect and Chromecast built-in. Unlike the Arc, it lacks Apple AirPlay support but its physical connectivity is far better than the Arc’s.
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The Elevate also lacks a built-in voice assistant, found on the Arc and other soundbars, but I don’t see this as a major disadvantage. Using Alexa or Google Assistant on a soundbar can be annoying as the volume will mute if it hears the wake word, which means you could miss some of your show. If you want to use a voice assistant to listen to music through the Elevate it’s easy to set the soundbar up as the default speaker for an inexpensive Google or Echo speaker nearby.
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The remote looks like the ones that come with cheaper Vizio soundbars but differs in two important aspects. There’s an LCD display at the top, and four buttons which help with setup at the bottom. Having both Effect and EQ options is a little confusing because they perform very similar tasks, and navigating menus via the different buttons takes a little getting used to.
Adjusting the volume of the subwoofer was easy enough with the Level button but not everything was intuitive, and you will need to know to download the Vizio SmartCast app to complete the setup of Wi-Fi, for example. I also had some issues updating the firmware from the website, but Vizio told me it was because one of the files was misnamed and assured me it was now fixed.
In comparison the Sonos Arc was a simple pleasure to use, install and update, although that speaker’s setup does heavily favor iPhone ($599 at Apple) users — Sonos’ TruPlay calibration app is not available on Android. I had some issues with the Arc initially and these were helped by using TruPlay (on an iPad ($385 at eBay)).
High and mighty sound
The Elevate is twice the price of the existing SB36512, but you can’t expect twice the performance. I was unable to test the two models side-by-side, but in my experience there are always diminishing returns when going from an excellent, affordable speaker to a much more expensive one. 
For these tests I compared the Elevate side-by-side against the Sonos Arc, because the two are roughly the same price. The Vizio acquitted itself very quickly with authoritative sound quality across all kinds of material. Unlike the Arc, which performs better at home theater than music, the Elevate was equally capable with both — a rare feat among soundbars.
I started my tests with music, Radiohead’s My Iron Lung to be precise, and I found that the Arc wasn’t quite as accomplished as the Vizio. The Arc played the song at a remove, slightly boxy and distant. By fiddling with the EQ I was able to improve definition to the percussion, but Thom York still gave the impression he was phoning it in. The Vizio was the opposite, lively and punchy thanks to that subwoofer. It wasn’t quite perfect, though, as I needed to back off the treble a little, but much more listenable overall.
I moved to something more ethereal with Yulunga (Spirit Dance) by Dead Can Dance, and the Arc improved somewhat, with a crispness and presence in the stereo shaker eggs for example, even if it wasn’t able to dig deep on the larger drums. The Vizio’s authority was evident from the first few bars of the song. Lisa Gerrard’s voice floated free of the speakers, and the string accompaniment was easier to hear. The sub was able to let the drums and gong sounds fully resonate in my testing room.
I moved to movies and TV next, starting with the infamous egg-stealing Chapter 10 of The Mandalorian. The episode features a chase scene through clouds and an inevitable canyon run (it wouldn’t be Star Wars if you couldn’t flip your ship vertically or had to contend with guard rails on gang planks). During this scene the Arc was able to convey a real sense of height as the Razor Crest descended into the frosty planet’s atmosphere, pursued by two X-wing fighters.
As lovely as the Arc sounded, it was the Vizio’s dedicated rears and sub which really helped anchor the action. The Elevate’s surround effects were much more pinpoint and the metallic thud of the ship as it skidded across the floor of the icy canyon sounded impactful and scary. It didn’t have the same vertiginous feeling of height as the Arc however.
The sub and rears again helped the Vizio convey a sense of space in my next test, the Thanator chase scene from Avatar. Insects buzzed around the listening position, dialogue was clear and explosions bombastic. In comparison with the Arc, it could occasionally send an insect-like click to my right that made me think the Elevate’s rears were somehow still working, but the sense of surround was much less palpable.
The revolution starts here
Are revolving, motorized speakers going to become a trend? Probably not. The up-firing speakers of the Vizio Elevate add some impact when in stereo mode it’s not really enough to justify a potential moving-part weak point down the road. 
The Elevate may not be as easy to use as the Arc, but it’s the better performer, and that’s really what matters. The Vizio soundbar is also a better value, due to its enhanced connectivity and dedicated subs and rears. The Vizio SB36512 still offers the best value of any Atmos soundbar I’ve tested, but if you want an upgrade, the nifty Elevate is a more refined and home-theater-ready speaker.
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darlingpetao3 · 7 years
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More Than Meets Those Eyes (Harry Wells x Reader)
Rating: T
Summary: In your Quantum Theory Master Class, everyone has read his biography and every woman is going bonkers for him; becoming putty in his hands and melting in his lectures. That is the effect of Harrison Wells. Only you don't feel quite the same as your classmates. But will a special one-on-one encounter with the enigmatic scientist change your mind?
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A/N: While writing this, I imagined it all taking place on Earth-2. Also, I have always wanted for this biography to be real. I would read the shit out of it.
The woman to your right was applying what you would call “Alarming Red” lipstick with help from her compact mirror. The woman on your left has been fixing her hair for nine million years. In fact, just about every female in the lecture hall was primping themselves as if they were getting picked up for some hot date.
Were you missing something?
Looking around, everyone in the room, regardless of gender, all appear to have one thing in common: a sizable book bearing the face the man about to give the first of two talks in his Quantum Theory Master Class. Doctor Harrison Wells.
You knew the man to be a sort of legend among the scientific community, something you hoped to become one day, too. Attending his class would look great on paper, but truth be told, you weren't too sure what the big fuss was over Harrison Wells. Others like him have done work just as great, arguably some have done better. But what kind of fool would you be to miss an opportunity to learn from a mind such as his? Lipstick Lady catches you eyeing up her book.
“Have you read it?” she asks.
“Uh, no,” you admit. “Should I ought to?”
“You simply must, it's a phenomenal read. Here, have mine.”
“I couldn't possibly-”
“I insist. Besides,” the woman lowers her voice, sliding her copy of Wells: A Biography over to you. “I have another copy at home.”
“Oh, well, thank you.” The door at the back of the lecture hall whooshes open and all heads turn to watch the man of the hour, Harrison Wells, enter.
“Good afternoon everyone,” Wells greets the room. “Although, time will tell, won't it?” This produces longing sighs and giggles, mainly from those of the female variety (with the odd male chuckle). This is going to be a very interesting time.
After the class, your stomach grumbles like a slumbering dragon, so you search for something to munch on before heading home. Walking over to the perfect spot, an unoccupied bench under a lofty oak tree, you take a seat with your bag of Big Belly Burger. Thank the heavens for fast food chains on campuses. You pull Wells: A Biography out from your bag. Wells' big blue eyes stare back up at you. The person editing this jacket cover must have saturated the shit out of them. There's no way a person's eyes could be that blue. You begin to read the inner flap's summary while starting to snack on your perfectly salted fries.
From the Author of the Bestselling Biographies of Bill Gates and J.D. Salinger, this is the exclusive Biography of Harrison Wells.
Based on more than forty interviews with Wells conducted over three years – as well as interviews with more than a hundred family members, friends, colleagues – John Gallagher has written a riveting story of the roller coaster life and searingly intense personality of a leading scientist whose passion for research and development revolutionized the science and technology industry in the United States.
At a time when America is seeking wars to sustain its innovative edge, Wells stands as the ultimate icon of development in advanced particle research. He knew that the best way to create a buzz in the science community was to connect creativity with technology. He built a company where leaps of the imagination were combined with remarkable feats of science.
Although Wells cooperated with this book, he asked for no control over what was written nor even the right to read it before it was published. He put nothing off-limits. He encouraged the people he knew to speak honestly. And Wells speaks candidly, sometimes brutally so, about the people he worked with and competed against. His friends, foes and colleagues provide an unvarnished view of the passions, perfectionism, obsessions, artistry, devilry and compulsion for control that shaped his approach to business and the innovative products that resulted.
Driven by demons, Wells could drive those around him to fury and despair. But his personality and products were interrelated, just as S.T.A.R. Labs technology has to be. His tale is instructive and cautionary, filled with lessons about innovation, teamwork, scientific research and development.
“Looks like a captivating read, wouldn't you say?”
You look up to find Harrison Wells himself, looking down at you, wearing practically the same subtle expression as the one on the cover of the book. One that looks like it could read, I know something you don't, good luck trying to figure out what it is.
“Seeing as everyone is going gaga over you and your book, I figured I should read what all the fuss was about.” That didn't exactly come out right. Harrison merely laughs it off. He holds out his hand to you.
“Harrison.”
“(Y/N).”
“Those were some excellent points you made back in the class, (Y/N). I must admit, I was impressed. And that is no easy feat.”
“Thank you.”
“You know, I was thinking, I'd love to pick your brain sometime. See what we could come up with together.”
“Oh,” is all you can manage. Harrison Wells wants to collaborate with you. “I mean, wow, really?”
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Well, I did have plans to read your book with a glass of wine,” you joke.
“There's nothing in that book I couldn't tell you over some wine and dinner.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Yes.” He's very unabashed, isn't he?
“I don't know what to say.” Harrison takes the book from your hands and pulls out a pen from his coat pocket. He writes something on one of the pages and gives the book back to you.
“Just think about it.” The scientist walks away with a wink and a smirk, but not before stealing a fry from your carton and leaving you with so many strange feelings. You open up the book to the page with a street address scrawled in black ink.
Come to this address at 7 pm tonight. I could teach you a lot more than what this book or my class has to offer. -HW
Oh Lord.
You pull up to probably the swankiest place in Central City, giant hedges and pillars galore, wondering if you're in the right place. Although, to quote the biography you had partially skimmed earlier, Harrison was “a mastermind who has changed the face of science and tech,” so of course this had to be the correct address.
You aren't exactly sure why you're so nervous.
And you aren't exactly sure why you wore your nicest “I'm-trying-to-impress-people” dress. When you reach the front door, it takes you a few moments to finally ring his doorbell. There's a muffled “coming!” on the other side, which causes you to fidget. Harrison opens the door, wearing a white button down with black trousers and blazer. He lights up upon seeing you.
“(Y/N), glad you could make it. Come in.” He takes your jacket and leads you down the hall to his open concept living and dining areas. You take in his ultra modern pad, admiring the high vaulted ceiling and the arched skylight. The stars would look extraordinary through this, you think.
“You have a lovely home,” you say, now gravitating towards one of the many bookcases in the room.
“Thank you. Though it isn't much of a home now that my daughter has left.” You pass by a series of framed photos on one of his bookshelves. One in particular is of a beautiful young woman in a graduation dress.
“Is this her, here?”
“Yes. That's Jesse.”
“She's beautiful.”
“That she is.” The look of pride on his face beams like sun.
“You said she left?”
“Jesse has been doing some traveling recently.”
“Oh yeah? Where to?” How ambitious. You've always wanted to visit new places though could never find the time.
“Let's just say she's in a whole other world,” Harrison says with a funny smile. “I worry about her constantly.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Feeling hungry?”
“Always.”
He gestures to the other room. “Then let's eat, shall we?”
After having a wonderfully cooked dinner and conversations filled with business, goals, and family, you both retire to the living area with your glasses of wine in hand to further discuss the potential partnering up on a new experiment together.
“I think having you on would be beneficial for S.T.A.R. Labs, (Y/N). You really do have a very sharp mind,” Harrison compliments. “Your boyfriend must be proud of you and your accomplishments in the field.”
You almost choke on your drink because you know that little trick he just pulled.
“I'm sure he would be. If there was a boyfriend, that is.” One of Harrison's eyebrows arch up while he takes another sip of his drink and looks away.
“Excuse me for a minute,” you say, feeling strange again in the pit of your stomach, and search for the restroom. You find it, lock the door, and stare into the mirror.
“What is happening right now?” you ask yourself quietly and grip the sink counter. “He's coming on to me.”
And you like it, says the little voice in your head. You don't even fight it. Of course you like him! And not just because of his gorgeous blue eyes (that, astoundingly, match those on the book cover – so no saturation needed in that editing room!). Not only have the night's discussions proven first hand at what a truly exceptional mind he has, they've shown what how deeply caring a man he is. Jesse came up a great deal in your talks tonight, she means the world and beyond to him. And from the tiny bit he spoke of his late-wife, she had as well. You could hear it in his voice. When Harrison Wells loves, he loves with all his heart and he loves hard.
You tell yourself to get back out there. Don't make this weird. Continue the talk about the partnership with the experiment.
On the way back, you can't help but notice in one of the rooms where the door was left ajar, a bright glow shines down. You peek inside to see a skylight, one with the perfect view of the moon and the twinkling stars. Something gets the better of you, maybe the wine, and you move further into the room still gazing upward. Your shins hit something soft and you fall onto a bed, now looking above at the stars; an even better view. Wow.
“So beautiful,” you mutter in total awe.
“My sentiments exactly.” You raise yourself up to your elbows and direct your attention to the voice. The shadowy, arms crossed figure of Harrison looms in the doorway.
“Oh. Is this your room? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...” you trail off because he slowly approaches the bed.
“It's fine. I know all about distracting views.” Harrison falls back next to you and stares straight up at the skylight for a moment, then turns his head to you. You break the silence first.
“You're nothing like I expected.”
“I hope that's a good thing.”
Your answer breaks out in the form of you nuzzling to get closer to his already slightly parted lips. You kiss Harrison, hovering over him while placing a hand on his chest. The kiss is soft, gentle, yet there's still a heat there. You can feel his heart thumping like mad. It feels nice to know it's not just yours feeling that way.
“It's definitely a good thing.”
In the morning you left early, leaving Harrison a note saying you needed fresh clothes before his second and final Master Class today. You didn't want to make it seem like you were using him, leaving without explanation. That is the last thing you wanted him to think. You were hopeful this could lead somewhere fantastic, you and him.
The thing about Harrison Wells is that everyone has their own opinions about him, if his book was any indication at all. When you had skimmed a few interviews from the book yesterday, many of the same notions kept popping up. He's prickly. He's cold. Aloof. The most brilliant mind of our time. While, yes, Harrison could quite possibly be the most brilliant mind of our time, they clearly don't know this side of him. A few important attributes were left out. He is devoted to his daughter, gentle when the time comes to be, and on occasion, Harrison can be quite a funny guy.
You walk into the class and sit next to Lipstick Lady again and slide the Wells biography back to her, hoping to god she doesn't decide to flip through it to find a single page ripped out - Harrison's address and note.
“That was fast!” she exclaims. “Did you finish it?” At that exact moment, Harrison (hair still a little mussed up) strides into the room with a pep in his step. You whisper back to her.
“I don't think I need to.”
“Good morning, everyone,” welcomes a cheery Wells, sights ending at you. His grin widens. “Beautiful day, isn't it?”
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lesbianlametron · 7 years
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Victuuri week day 6
Title: Begin Again
Author asliverofhope-the-fangirl
Rating: Teen (I rate most of mine that to be safe)
Warnings: None
Summary: This is my contribution for a soulmate au. Yuuri and Victor meet in an online chat room and after a year and half of talking, Yuuri decides to put it all on the line. He decides to meet Victor in hopes that Victor is his soulmate and he can only know this by meeting Victor in person. Yuuri is doubtful, but Victor is confident because he knows how this story ends.
((This will become a WIP on my AO3/FF.net accounts. I have more ideas for it and I do want to continue it. I just wanted to get it out semi-on-time for Victuuri week. I will probably re-write this actually because I think I want to show more of their online relationship before they actually meet. Anyway, this is like a preview of what’s to come. I may or may not finish the two days I missed. I’m busy with night classes and hw. I’m trying))
Yuuri chewed his lip as his hands hovered over his keyboard. He was equal parts nervous and excited about the message he intended to send. They had met by chance in a chat room and enjoyed talking with one another. Victor on the surface seemed the total opposite of him, but they had many things in common. They both had a love of food and traveling, even though neither had done the latter. They loved science fiction and fantasy novels. Victor drank too much coffee and Yuuri had grown to like the taste since he met Victor. It was stupid, but he felt closer to Victor by drinking coffee.
             For the past year, Yuuri had been saving up to travel from Hasetsu to St. Petersburg to visit Victor. He hadn’t yet told Victor of his plans because he feared that Victor might not want to see him. Yuuri sighed and pulled at the collar of his shirt. He looked down at the soulmate mark on his chest. Each person is born with one, unique to only them and their soulmate. Growing up, as everyone did, they were told stories about meeting a soulmate was like. The soulmate mark would turn from brown, like freckle, to flaming red. Accompanying that change would be a warmth, like a fever, right around the mark. In a way it was like a tracking device, and only when one was near their soulmate, would the mark flare up. A kiss changed everything, it stopped the warmth, but also officially signified two soulmates accepting one another.
             They were taught the moment was a eurphoric experience, but the connection wasn’t instant. Relationships always take work and a soulmate wasn’t a fix all person. They’re the person on earth that one would be most compatible with. Even if the affection and honeymoon stage faded, the love would still be there. It took effort and investment, but for the right person, it was always worth the effort. Yuuri’s mark was still its natural brown and he had to know. The connection he formed with Victor was like no other relationship in his life and he hoped the effort he’d put in, the long hours at the coffee shop, would be worth it. They had only talked about soulmates once and that was just to clarify that neither of them had met theirs. Hope stirred in Yuuri’s chest and gave him confidence to send Victor the awaited message.
             Victor,
             I have finally saved up enough money and I’ve decided I’m coming to Russia this summer. Maybe you can show me that beach you always talk about. I have wanted to meet you for some time now and I hope you want to meet me too. Let me know what week would be good for you so we can meet.
             Sincerely,
             Yuuri
             Yuuri read over the short email several times and closed his eyes pressed the send button. Anxiety and doubt gripped his heart, but it was done. He put himself out there and if Victor rejected him then at least he’d finally know if his feelings were returned. I may only be a distraction for him, but he became like my best friend. I know we’ve only known each other from a year and a half online, but we’ve talked about real things. Well, at least I hope he’s been real. If not, I’ll be super disappointed. He scrolled through his camera roll and found the picture he was looking for. He’d stared at the same headshot so many times, he basically had Victor’s features memorized. Aching fingers stroked the screen and Yuuri knew it was weird to want to touch someone so badly, but he couldn’t help it. He wondered if Victor’s hair would be as silky as it looked or if those turquoise eyes would be just as breath-taking in person. Stop obsessing. He’ll never respond if you’re just staring at your phone.
             Yuuri managed to collect what little of his resolve he had left and walked out to the common room. He sat with his family and tried not to stress out about his phone not being near him. The only one in his family that knew about Victor was his older sister Mari. That was only because she walked in on them instant messaging and Yuuri hadn’t been able to hide the chat fast enough.
             She had noticed his tension the moment he walked into the room. She kept her face bare of any emotions but went to sit next to her brother. “Did you and Vicchan have a fight? You look moody. Then again, that isn’t different from usual.” She teased.
             “I asked Victor if he wanted to meet. I’ve saved up enough money for the trip.” Yuuri told her in a low voice, very aware that his parents were in the other room.
             Mari’s eyebrows shot up and she couldn’t stop her mouth from falling open. Her brother was a lot of things, but bold was not one of them. She assumed that Yuuri would flirt with the online stranger until the relationship fizzled out. Yuuri had been working his part-time job through college, but in his last year, he’d been saving any money he could. She knew he intended to use the money to visit Victor, but she never dreamed he would have the courage to actually go through with it. “You’re kidding.” She said, just to check.
             “I’m not.” Yuuri looked down at his hands as his insecurities creeped up again. “I know, I know, you don’t think it’s a good idea, but what if, Mari? What if this is how we were supposed to meet?”
             “I’m actually not going to stop you. I just never thought you’d have the guts. I support you, fully. Just how will you tell mom and dad?”
             “I don’t know. I’m not going to say anything to them until I hear back from Victor. He may not want to even meet me. He’s charming and outgoing and funny and sweet and sometimes he’s a big dork. Also you’ve seen his picture, he’s so stunningly beautiful And well, I’m average.” Yuuri knew he was gushing, but when he was passionate about something or someone, he just didn’t know how to shut up.
             “Yuuri.” Mari suddenly got very serious and gripped Yuuri’s shoulders. “I’ve read the messages you actually let me see. He’s been flirting with you too.”
             “And you’re not just average, Yuuri! You make look it with your hair like that, but I promise you look amazing with your hair like this!” Minako had walked in and caught the tail end of their conversation. She sat down on Yuuri’s other side and combed his hair back from his face with her fingers.
             “Of course, you’d think so, Minako, you’re the one who cuts it.” Yuuri deadpanned, not surprised at this point at her sudden arrival. She was originally friends with Mari and became like part of the family.
             “That is true, but I mean it. I wouldn’t cut it like that if I weren’t proud of my work. So we’re talking about Victor again, right?”
             Yuuri groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “You two are stressing me out. I’m going for a run.” He didn’t care that he was hardly dressed for running, but he needed something to take his mind off of everything. He hadn’t always loved running until he fell in love with freeness it gave him. When he was running he could switch off his brain and just focus on his breathing, how his shoes sounded as the slapped against the road and the view around him. His fingers itched to check his notifications, but he didn’t dare go to his room. Even if Victor had responded, he wasn’t ready for the rejection yet.
             When Yuuri stepped outside he took a deep breath and smiled. The spring air smelled like wildflowers and saltwater. He wondered if it would smell anything like this in St. Petersburg. It was nearly summer now, but he bet it would take a little longer for Russia be warm. It actually calmed him to think about Victor as long as he wasn’t focusing on the present. Yuuri started running and slipped into one of his favorite past times, replaying conversations he’d had with Victor.
             Y: Do you have a job lined up yet?
             V: I think I’m going to take a year off after I graduate. I want to travel or do something fun before I get so serious.  
             Y: I don’t know if I could do that.
             V: Sure you could! You could always come to see me~ I’ll take the blame. We could run away from our responsibilities together.
             Y: Victor, why do I always have to be the responsible one?
             V: because you have stick up your butt
             Y: You’re mean
             V: I only tease the ones I like, Yuuri.
             Y: At least I know you consider me someone you like
             V: Well of course! I wouldn’t give you my time if I didn’t it’s suuuuuper precious
             Y: Yeah, yeah.
             V: Yuuri, for the record, I think you’ll be a great writer. I’ve read your stuff, remember so you’ll have a great career ahead of you. I wish I knew exactly what I wanted to do like you.
             Y: I don’t know if my books will even sell even if I manage to publish one.
             V: I’d buy all the copies!
             Y: You’ll have to be some millionaire then.
             V: I’ll have to get working on that.
                           Before Yuuri realized it, he had finished his loop and was coming back up on his house. He slowed his pace and took a deep breath. It was now or never. He would check his phone this time, he would rip off the band-aid. He couldn’t hide in what if or what could be forever.
             “Yuuri! Dinner’s almost ready.” Yuuri’s mom called in greeting as when he entered the house.
             “Thanks mom, I’ll get changed and be right there.” He said quickly and dodged Mari and Minako’s devious smiles as he all but ran for his room. Yuuri shut the door with more force than he meant to and slid down against it. He started at his phone across the room and his heartrate accelerated again. He could feel it pounding against his ribcage and he felt more breathless than he had during his run. It’s only Victor. You know Victor! …but you also haven’t put yourself out there before like this. Yuuri rubbed his eyes and dragged himself up off the floor. His pacing was still slow as he walked over to the desk. Squeezing his eyes closed, Yuuri pressed his cell against his chest as if he could will the phone to give him the answer he wanted. Finally, he looked at the front screen. Email from Victor <3
             Yuuri nearly dropped his phone when he looked at the time. The email had come in only ten minutes after he sent his. He could have known hours ago, but he’d been too nervous. Shaking fingers opened the email and again, he almost didn’t dare to read it.
             Yuuri~!!!!!!!
             Yuuri smiled to himself when he saw the way Victor had typed his name. Victor only did that when he was very excited. The more exclamation points, the more Victor was excited. It had to be a good sign.
             I was so excited when I got this I screamed and got glares from my coworkers. You’ll be off for the summer in a few weeks right? If you want to go to the beach we should wait until at least July. Would the first week work? I could use my vacation time and get a week off! I could show you all my favorite places. Then next time I’ll have to come to Japan and you’ll show me around! Maybe around Christmas time, it’d be fun to spend my birthday with you too. Let me know what flights you’re able to book. I’ll come get you at the airport! Ahhh I’m so excited Yuuri! But you better be who you say you are. OH! I’m going to make a list of ideas for what we should do. If I hadn’t decided to get a job after college, I would have spent my gap year visiting you, but I would have had no money…anyway, I hope to hear from you soon.
             -V
             This time, Yuuri really did drop his phone. That reaction had been better than he expected. Victor had not only wanted to meet, but was as excited as Yuuri had felt right now. He picked up his phone and type an answer so fast, he barely had time to re-read it, but he didn’t care. Victor, his online best friend, his crush, wanted to meet him too!
             Victor,
             That works for me! I’ll look up flights right now. I’m looking forward to your list. I will actually have graduated in May so it will be fine to meet up this summer. I can’t wait.
             Yuuri
             This was happening, no matter who tried to stop him, no matter who told it was a bad idea, he wouldn’t listen. He was about to meet his soulmate, well, he hoped that’s what would happen.
             “Victor, your pacing is pissing me off.”
             Victor looked over to his companion and smiled at Yuri. “You didn’t have to come, Yurio.”
             Yuri glared at the nickname and aimed a kick at Victor, but Victor was used to dodging the kicks by now. “Why the hell do you keep calling me that?”
             “It’s my own personal inside joke.”
“Well,” Yuri started, answering Victor’s first question. “I couldn’t let you get stood up or murdered by some weirdo. And if he doesn’t turn out to be who you think he is, I get to laugh at you.”
“True, if I did get murdered, you’d lose your editor.”
“Yah, and that would be tragic.” Yuri smirked up at Victor, drawing out the a in tragic to make it sound as sarcastic and deadpanned as possible.
“I know it’ll be Yuuri. I know you don’t get, but you’re not supposed to. For some reason, I’m the only one that remembers, but I know it’ll work out. That was Yuuri I was talking to online, I could tell.” Victor mused.
“You lost me and I’d ask you to explain, but then I’d have to care about the explanation.” Yuri looked down at his phone again and started texting. He wouldn’t show it, but he cared about Victor. They had become friends…sort of even if Victor was just his editor.
Yuuri walked into the baggage claim and stretched. It had been a long flight and he was exhausted. He wanted to scan the area for Victor, but his stomach was in knots and twisted tighter with every step closer to carousel 3. If Victor was here then he would be by there. He drew in a shaky breath and placed a hand on his chest. This was the moment of truth, this would be the moment where he would find out if Victor was really his soulmate. Please, please just give me this one thing. I don’t remember the last time I wanted something this badly.
Victor gasped as he felt a warm, tingly sensation blossom across his chest. “He’s here.”
Yuuri felt it too and opened his eyes with a gasp. He turned around and saw a tall male with silver hair and turquoise eyes like the ocean. The man’s eyes lit up when they connected with Yuuri and started running toward him. Yuuri felt tears in his eyes and the warmth burned stronger the closer he got to Victor.
“YUURIIIIIII!” Victor yelled as wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s waist in a tight hug. He didn’t care this was their first time meeting in person. He just couldn’t contain his excitement.
Yuuri was surprised by the hug, but found that he didn’t mind it. He wrapped his arms up around Victor’s neck and buried his face into Victor’s shoulder. He felt the warmth of Victor’s mark against his own and he didn’t have a doubt that Victor was his soulmate. He couldn’t believe it. He actually got what he wanted.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” Victor chuckled when he pulled away. Yuuri’s heart pounded almost painfully in his chest when saw Victor having to wipe his happy tears.
“When do you not?” Yuuri teased and one of his anxieties melted away. Their meeting had been better than expected and he was actually able to talk to Victor. “You look better than your pictures.”
“So do you.” Victor was grinning and thrilled that Yuuri had chosen to wear his hair brushed back from his forehead. It was his favorite look of Yuuri’s and he loved Yuuri’s glasses with this look too.
“Victor! You bastard. You left me behind!” The couple turned and Yuuri saw a very angry looking blond boy stomping toward him. All of his instincts told him to shy away from this person, but he couldn’t move.
“Sorry, Yuri. I kind of got distracted.” He saw Yuuri’s confused look and decided to explain. “This is one of my authors. He’s brand new to the company and we’ve worked together for about six months. His first novel was a best seller. I think of him as little brother. Oh, and his name is also Yuri.”
“Oh, well that’s confusing.” Yuuri said. He was still overwhelmed by the other Yuri’s presence.
Victor smiled to himself, that’s what your sister said the first time she met him too.
“At least he actually looks like who he says he is. I’m not sticking around for your soulmate-y boring crap. I just wanted the chance to laugh at Victor, too bad.” Yuri waved over his shoulder and walked away.
“Yuri! I’m your ride!” Victor called after him.
“I’ll call grandpa or Yakov. Seriously, I’d rather be anywhere but here.”
Victor laughed as he watched Yuri walk away and turned back to Yuuri. “Yuri is a bit of a punk but he’s a good kid. Honestly he’s a gifted writer and I’m still stunned he managed to write a best seller at 15. He has his own fan club, mostly girls, and they call themselves ‘Yuri’s Angels’.”
“Wow…that’s incredible.”
“Maybe you can eventually move here and I’ll take on your novels! I’ll make sure Yakov, my boss, reads them! Then I can edit both my Yuri’s novels.” Victor grabbed Yuuri’s hands the minute he noticed Yuuri starting to feel the tiniest bit insecure.
“Won’t that be like nepotism or something since I’m your soulmate?”
“My soulmate! I dreamed it would be you and now I can hardly believe it.” Victor dropped one of Yuuri’s hands and tugged a bit at the collar of Yuuri’s shirt. “Can I see your mark?”
Yuuri nodded eagerly, there was no denying the mutual warmth, but he had to see it for himself. “Show me yours too.”
“Go ahead, Yuuri. I don’t mind.” They both pulled back the collars of each other’s shirts and saw a pair of matching marks. The swirls and dots all curled and were placed in the exact same way, a perfect match. I’m happy it’s been the same after all this time. It is and will always be our mark. You don’t remember, but I don’t mind. As long as it is you every time.
“It really is you. I didn’t get to say it earlier, but I’m so happy it is really you.” Yuuri beamed up at Victor and laced their fingers together.
“Well, Yuuri, we have lots to plan and lots to talk about. Let’s go.” Victor returned the smile and led Yuuri out of the airport. This was another beginning and Victor hoped he’d get even more in the future. I’ll always find you, my Yuuri.
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hw task 04: the one with the letter writing!! (from this post on the main 1 year ago)
i’m aware that this is so old, but as i didn’t join the rp until october, i missed out on this task before! so i’m doing it now, late. and to be fair, it DOES say there’s “no set time limit” 😂
not everyone would have taken the opportunity to do this, so my characters NOT writing letters and why: 
wei wuxian has no memories of anyone outside of D.C., so he wouldn’t write to anyone. same with kaz brekker. everyone patroclus knows is dead, so... he wouldn’t write a letter, either. pippin thinks it’s probably be better if he explains everything to his family in person whenever he gets back, and he’s got terrible handwriting anyway, so he’d skip out on the opportunity. peter pettigrew would rather not anyone know he was here in the first place, so no letter from him. and the only person yu ri cares about is rang, and he’s here, so no letter needed there. 
and then below are my other characters’ letters! i should have put these alphabetically but i started writing them in order of when i picked up the characters and it’s too much work to copy/paste everything around at this point.
martin blackwood: letter to jon sims (the only people left at the Institute martin could have talked to are: jon, basira, and daisy. he doesn’t much like daisy and between jon & basira he’s known jon for longer, so that’s why he’d choose him as letter-recipient.)
Jon, It’s Martin. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, by now! Nearly a year. I hope you’re well. I promise I didn’t mean to abandon the Institute, and if I knew of a way to leave, I swear I would have told you so you could leave too. But-- I ended up here in America accidentally, severed from the Eye (as far as I can tell). I REALLY mean accidentally. I don’t even know how I got here, honestly. Anyway. Melanie’s here! And from a few years ago! (Yeah, time travel’s a thing.) The good news is that she’s got her eyes and everything, so that’s a definite benefit. She never even worked for the Institute, where she came from, still doing her YouTube thing. We don’t talk much, since she doesn’t remember me. I should tell you-- I was working with Peter Lukas on purpose, at the end there, before I ended up here. It’s too complicated to put in a letter but do know that I was trying to help, although I realize now that I approached it all wrong. We should have communicated better, all of us, especially after the thing with the Unknowing. Speaking of communicating, this might be the only time you hear from me. But rest assured, I’m okay! Not devoured by worms, or stalked by fears. I’ve got a normal desk job now, and I’m doing alright. I don’t think the Extinction’s much of an immediate threat, so I hope you’re not worried about that too much. I think about Sasha and Tim every so often, and you as well. Please be safe, and get out when you can, but not by doing anything drastic. You’re so clever, you always have been, and I know you’ll be alright. Don’t trust Peter. Sincerely, Martin Blackwood. 
holland vosijk: a letter to kell in red london (kell is the only other known Antari, and although holland has an antagonistic relationship with him and they’re from two parallel realities, he’s the only one he would trust with this information)
Kell-- I hope this letter finds you, though you know me better than to think I’d wish it finds you “well.” Regardless, I must admit that even your face would be a welcome one. I’ve found myself in the world below yours, the one sans-magic, a few hundred years in the future and on the other side of the sea. I am aware that sounds impossible, but I assure you that it’s true. My magic works as usual except for Travelling, which is what keeps me from returning. Should you find yourself once again in the world you always referred to as “Grey London,” do ask around about rumors of a capital city in America called Washington, D.C. I would appreciate any information you might find out regarding it’s magical status, though I’ve no idea if you’ll have a way to return this correspondence. I will also take the liberty of warning you that I have been here for months and the Danes are surely sore about my absence from their command. Should you find yourself in Makt, you would do well to avoid them, as they may be looking for a new pet by now. I tell you this not out of kindness or concern for your well-being but because I fear what they may do if they have control over a new Antari’s power in their disgruntled state. Do both of our worlds a favor and avoid travelling for the time being. Holland. 
yuri plisetsky: a letter to his coach (even if he’d want to write to his family, his skating comes first. this letter would be written in russian, but I don’t actually know russian, so.)
It’s Yuri. I have been trying to call you but my phone does not go through. I can’t leave this place in America. It’s partway your fault since you sent me here. Tell my sponsors I am NOT DEAD, only stuck in a weird magic town. Have you heard of a skater named Victor Nikiforov? He says he knows me but I do NOT remember him. He promised to choreograph a program for me. Don’t get mad, he’s very good. I will try to get out of this city by the next round of prelim competitions for the grand prix. I’m still practicing every day and I will definitely WIN!
orpheus: a letter to eurydice (he loves & misses her so much; his letter would be short but sweet and would include pressed flowers, just in case there aren’t flowers down there and she needs to remember what they look like)
Eurydice: I hope letters can travel to where you are. It’s me! The wind may have changed on us, but you’re still my sun and my north. I’m coming after you, it’s only that I got caught up on the way. I’ve never wanted anything more than to hold your hand and bring you back to the world above, and I swear that I'll be there as soon as I can. Wherever you go, I go. I love you now and forever. Your Orpheus~
melanie king: a letter to andy caine (her former youtube channel co-host; her parents are both gone or she’d write to them, so she figures-- why not at least let one person know where she is, even if they’d fought the last time they spoke in person)
Hey Andy, I know we’re not on the best of terms but I thought I’d let you know I’m in America for the foreseeable. I’ve been publishing videos on my channel-- though no idea if they show up anywhere other than here-- it’s a long story. I’m still alive, and if any of my extended relatives come looking for me just let them know I’m “abroad.” One of my cameras is still at your place. Don’t sell it-- I’ll be back for it at some point or you’ll owe me £800. -Mels
henry strauss: a letter to his parents (he packed up and left NYC without really telling anyone where he was going, so. time to rectify that poor decision)
Mom and Dad, I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. I can’t face goodbyes without getting emotional, you both know that. (If it helps, I didn’t tell any of my friends goodbye either, so I hope you didn’t give them a hard time when you realized I’d gone.) I’ve had to keep secrets from you that I genuinely regret, but please know that I never wanted to hurt you. My whole life I always tried to be a good son, and I’m trying to the kind of person here that you always taught me to be. You might not hear from me again, and that’s alright. I hope you can accept that, and know that wherever I am, I love you. Henry
wen kexing: a letter to gu xiang (wen kexing has trust issues. he wouldn’t want any correspondence to get intercepted by the five lakes alliance or with reference to his status in ghost valley, so this isn’t technically a letter with any specific information: it’s a classical Du Fu poem about travelling. he’s super pretentious about quoting literature, so he would have picked something fancy like this to code his message in to prove that it’s actually him. and to code it, he’d have written certain characters in dark purple ink instead of black to send to a’xiang, his maid who’s essentially his younger sister/adopted daughter, to try and explain where he is. even if someone noticed the change in coloring, the message wouldn’t mean much to anyone but a’xiang. he’d also include a brief coda at the end in his own words. and each line would be written in a vertical column but that’s too annoying to format for tumblr)
寺忆曾游处 (purple last two characters for ”travel” and “place”) 桥伶再渡时 (purple last two characters for “crossing” and “time”) 江山如有待 (purple last character that means “stay”/“await” so she knows to wait for him to return) 花柳更无私 野润烟光薄 (purple second-to-last character for “light” to indicate he’s not in the ghosts’ world anymore; she’ll know what that means) 沙暄日色迟 客愁全为减 (purple last four characters of this line-- in the context of the poem, this phrase basically means “sorrow fades away” but read on their own it’s just, like, “don’t worry so much”) 舍此复何之
当好姑娘 (“be a good girl”)
給阿舒我的爱 (”give my love to A’Xu”)
哥 (just “ge” for brother)
noah czerny: a letter to gansey (gansey’s the leader, after all, so it makes sense to send him the letter.)
Dear Gansey: surprise! Blue & I are stuck in Washington D.C. She’s been here for much longer than I have, she said. Time’s weird here. I hope you & Adam & Ronan are alright. I don’t know if you will have noticed that I’m gone, but if you do, don’t worry: we’ll both come back when we can. Tell the others hello from me, keep looking for Glendower (good luck!) and don’t crash the Pig! :P -Noah
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