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meltwonu · 2 years

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can I just tell yall the bs that happened on my little hiatus skdjfhsjk

like first of all, im sorry I didn't update the masterlists sooner 😭, it all ties in once I tell y’all the way I was disrespected like,

literally I got in trouble with my boss for something I didn’t even do which was the first thing and like/???? normally when we get new clients we typically ask them a lot more questions bc obv we’re feeling them out and sometimes they don’t know what they want and I was handed a project from a new client who was kind of really impatient and ended up kinda giving the “yea yea w/e just let me know when its done” type shit so I finished the project BC IT NEEDED TO BE FINISHED IN A DAY and left it with my manager bc I was ‘off’ the next day so she would have to pass the project back to the client, it was a really quick one so I didn’t think much of it. well when I spoke to my manager the next time I saw her, she was like, yea that client asked for notes on their project and why certain things were left out and kept in(bc we asked for a basic idea of what they wanted, etc, they were really flexible in the consultation so??? admittedly I didn’t think it’d be an issue???) and I was like??? she never asked for notes?? OR FEEDBACK?? just threw it at us and wanted it finished, to my knowledge??? and my manager kinda seemed like she didn’t believe me for a second but also was kinda lookin at me like ‘idt Hina would lie about this’ but I still got chewed out and that was annoying as shit cuz I never get in trouble at work 😭😭😭

AND THEN THE WORST OF IT, my friend commissioned me kind of around the time I was finishing up MMS2 and I told her, “hey I'm rly busy I dont mind taking on this small project for you but you need to give me all the info up front bc I'm busy and once I get the chance to work on it, I know our schedules won’t match up(she does not work) so I need to be able to work on it without having to consult you every 4 seconds(she also goes to bed at 6pm and wakes up at like 1am to stay up all night)” and she wanted me to design some birthday cup sleeves for an idol group, no I will not say who and also I used an alias lol, and I've done cup sleeves before and they're quick so I was anticipating being able to finish in just a hour or two, so I was like, ya its technically a commission but I won't ask to be paid, just think of it as a friend favour since it’s quick. um, anyway, never work for free regardless of who it is. and if you work for free or write fic for free or make content for free, don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about it if it’s not perfect. because my friend was like, ‘omg yea I understand ur super busy with work rn and it doesn’t have to be perfect I really appreciate you doing this for me!’ so I was like ok, let me put it to the side until after I finish my work(which was me just wrapping up MMS2 but shhh) and that two week break after, I finally had the time so I sat down and did them to the mockups she made and like I had anticipated, it only had taken about a hour and a half and i’d even made alt versions if she didn’t like the ones I'd done, just in case she didn’t like the layouts. and I sent them to her and I was like, I finished up, here's all the files, etc etc, it used the same fonts and colour palettes she asked for, same placement she asked for, etc. and she was like, “um I need you to change everything about these.” so to tldr the next FEW DAYS THAT FOLLOWED she literally had me changing everything about the cup sleeves, down to the text and placement and etc etc and I just kept thinking like??? a few days ago she said they didn’t have to be perfect, she just wanted them to be in the same style as her mockups because I was already working on them for free WHILE I WAS WORKING ON /WORK/ and now she was treating me like she was one of my work clients except I wasn’t getting /paid/ for this.

so eventually it got to the point where I was just like, ‘hey, I get you want these to look good for your cup sleeve event but I feel like you really blindsided me by saying that you just wanted simple cup sleeves and didn’t care about it(because she knew I had the programs to make them and she doesn't) and even gave me mockups to follow, which I did, and when you realized I could make them better than your mockups, now you want completely different, more complicated ones and this project that I quoted would take me a few hours AT MOST is now taking multiple days bc when I finally talk to you on what needs to be changed, you literally leave to go to sleep without saying anything to me and you want it done by tomorrow now when you know I work 9-5 and don’t have time to be waiting on you′

and she got SO. UPSET. and didn't even apologize for completely taking advantage of me and my generosity and I was like, “yknow I dont mind doing small projects for you when you’re transparent with me bc I AT LEAST know what I'm getting into but this was really unfair and next time I'm going to have to ask to be paid by the hour because this is now literally how my clients are? and they pay me for my time.” and she was like ‘oh haha I probably won't ask again bc I just wanted to make cup sleeves this one time’ even tho I know she only said that bc she does NOT want to pay me for any work 😕 oh also not to mention she didn't want me to put my watermark on anything and didn’t want to give me credit for any of it and wanted me to put her username on it like she was the one who made it 😃

she spent the next few days after that completely kissing my ass lol trying to be overly nice to me so I would forget but now when friends ask to commission me, I literally have a form and that’s really disappointing to me tbh. ☠️

#personal #THE DRAMA

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frangipansi · 4 years

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Hi! If your inbox is open, I'd like to request a scenario with all (or any) of the demon brothers, + undatables reacting to a blind MC? Like, none of them expected to have a blind human and Devildom and they have to revamp everything to make it as safe for MC as possible. Can be she/her or they/them pronouns for MC. Bonus points if MC is extremely talkative and won't shut up lmao. Thank you!

OKAY! So, finally got this one out. I’m sooo sorry for the wait, but I wanted to try and do this right, not just some Daredevil nonsense, but I didn’t want to make the mistake of a ‘helpless blind MC’ either; because they’re not helpless.

I am also lucky enough to have a regular customer at my work that happens to be blind and she has been very happy to give me a helping hand to make this ask more real. She’s such a delight and her guide dog is beautiful and I could ramble on with our interactions, like one time she scolded us for moving the fixtures because she had just memorized the layout of the store then told her guide “you’ll earn that pay check today!”

SO! With her in mind, more so from her younger days that she reminisced with me; I have decided to work this piece around this customer’s condition specifically so I’m not just pulling shit out my arse.

To give you an idea, this MC suffers from Retinitis pigmentosa; their symptoms being tunnel vision and night blindness. So while they are legally blind, they can somewhat see. They use a cane when going out, use their hands and/or cane when inside a place knew to them – that happens to be in poor light (Devildom) – until they have the layout in their mind and move more confidently.

This also took a while because I couldn’t get a fic/scenario to work cohesively and hc was just not working either! But I’ve hopefully gotten it now, and I do hope you like it. I’ve also placed this under the cut because I’ve waffled on here.

Diavolo:

Interested. Anyone within the Devildom without eyesight, are generally the souls of the damned who aren’t permitted to move freely. Heck, he’s removed some of their eyes himself.

He wants to know instantly if there is anything he needs to change and improve to make sure MC’s stay is not only comfortable but enjoyable.

Absolutely loves how open MC is. He’s amazed at the resilience of humans; delighted to hear MC say how capable they are, though he does insist on one of the brother’s remaining her escort for the duration of their stay. Capable or not, he is well aware of how demons would use MC’s lack of sight to their advantage.

Really wants to ask how amplified their other senses are; disappointed to know most things depicted in movies are – for the most part – an over exaggeration.

Organises a tablet for them with all RAD textbooks uploaded so they have that ability to zoom in so they are able to read the text at their own comfort. Other systems such as braille, text to talk etc are also implemented if that is something MC prefers to learn by.

Lucifer:

Considers Cerberus as a guide dog? Impossible, the human would be eaten alive. Perhaps another smaller hellhound? Goodness no, they’d still be eaten.

Asks MC about their condition –on behalf of Lord Diavolo of course – so he is aware of anything that may help their stay in the Devildom.

Very pleased to see how receptive MC is, very talkative and informative about her condition; he’s surprised to learn the varying levels of visual impairment. Consults Diavolo on brighter lighting to improve her movements around RAD and already planning on improvements within his own home.

During MC’s first few nights in Lamentation, Lucifer appears on edge; always keeping an eye when they’re moving about on their own. Enjoys watching how they learn to memorize layouts, quietly telling themselves how many steps it takes from one room to another, touching hallway objects.

Ready to run to their side that one time MC walked into the wall; turning into the kitchen a little too soon; until he hear them chuckle to themselves and ran their hand along the wall until they found the doorway and walked through it. No damage done. He’s learning to leave them be, understanding that he doesn’t need to dote on them.

Mammon:

MC is blind? Ooh yeah! The things that boy could swipe to make some quick Grimm, and right under their nose. It was gonna be too easy!! Completely stunned when they still catch him out. “How’d ya know it was me?!”

Watches them narrow their eyes as if trying to spot him before coming up beside him and close the drawer he was just rummaging through. The nerve this human has to threaten The Great Mammon by saying they’ll use their cane to whack him.

Surprised at MC’s explanation on how they knew it was him. They recognised his scent; not only did he have his favourite cologne – which he didn’t think he wore that much of – they noted how he had a metallic smell, like the kind you get when touching coin constantly.

Likes to watch MC move around their room; at first using their hand to remember the layout and then moving as if they saw as well as he did. Considered rearranging things to see what would happen.

Okay, so MC isn’t helpless… but, other demons don’t know that. Considers using MC as bait; distract idiots so he can rob them and sell their things for a little Grimm. “I, The Mammon, am a genius!” “No, Mammon.”

Levi:

Couldn’t even imagine being in their position; all that manga he couldn’t read, anime they couldn’t watch… never knowing what Ruri-Chan looks like!!! Gasp! No way. Poor MC!

Really confused when he sees them one day, curled up on a chair in the common room, wearing a pair of glasses and a book in hand. Wanders over and looks over their shoulder before questioning what was going on; nodding when they told him that with reading glasses and preferably larger font, they could indulge in many a storybook.

As their relationship blossoms, he has a dedicated reading nook in his room for the two of them, including a lamp to brighten the area to help improve what sight they have. Likes that they’re happy to listen to him read to them his TSL series. He thinks about writing to the publishers for the next editions to have larger fonts; that way he could buy MC a set of their own.

He likes to sit and watch them bring things close to their face to inspect them better; his figurines which they – to his relief – handle with great care, or his manga comics to see which characters he’s fawning over.

He secretly loves that MC likes to chill by his fish tank wall. Why? They state that while there’s too much distortion for them to actually make anything out, they enjoy the ambient colouring and light; the two eventually just listen to music together like that as a means to relax.

Satan:

Of course he is utterly curious about MC’s condition and is glad to see how open they are to talking about it. He’ll look things up himself in his own time but nothing like hearing it from someone’s own experience.

Asks if those romance and crime novels are accurate; “so, do you touch people’s faces so you know what they look like?” finds it interesting that for the most part, this doesn’t happen; but it makes sense, he wouldn’t be too thrilled by someone he barely knows putting their hands onto him.

Writes down notes that he considers most important from the board during lessons and offers them to MC should they need them for their studies.

Another one who likes watching MC learn their way around Lamentation, like how they touch cupboard handles until they find the one they need while grumbling about how crappy the lights are.

Shared appreciation for just lying on the ground whenever a cat is near them, all responsibility out the window as number one priority is giving adorable little hellcats their undivided attention. Loves that MC is willing to con Lucifer into believing a cat makes a wonderful guide animal.

Asmo:

Oh poor MC, unable to see just how beautiful he is… Oh, they can kinda see? If he gets real close? Oh he can definitely do that! Bummed that MC promptly puts in some boundaries but once their relationship develops they do enjoy the closeness with him.

Learns – albeit slowly – that his looks aren’t going to win MC over, and instead begins to better understand the value of personality and getting to know a person. Should MC like Asmo, it’s because of who he is and not for all the fluffing he does with his looks.

Whenever he happens to be the brother escorting MC, just know he’ll always detour to the main hub; treating the two of them to manicures and pedicures, facials, all that fun stuff.

When shopping, he loves how MC feels the fabric of things he grabs for them and has an even bigger appreciation for how things feel on him. Absolutely enjoys offering explanations whenever MC would ask about colour or cuts if they can’t make them out should the lighting be too poor for them.

Will starting looking around for ‘fashionable’ canes. Yes, he knows it’s about practicality and he’s not going to take that away from MC, but what’s wrong with wanting to match their cane with that gorgeous outfit he’s picked out from them?

Beel:

Having no experience with a visually impaired human, he’ll ask MC if he should carry them places; it’s no big deal, they looked pretty light after all. Apologises if they happen to get a bit defensive so keeps close while they walk together, worried they may walk into or trip over something.

He’ll be curious about whether or not other senses are heightened due to the loss of another and is lowkey disappointed that they wouldn’t be able to hear someone in the kitchen stealing his food when they’re somewhere else in the house.

He loves cooking with them; the tastes of what he creates seem to be more balanced and they’re more than happy to sneak him a few snacks while Lucifer is occupied elsewhere. They’ll fool around, tasting things to see who can pick up more notes.

Things turn into a game between the two of them; if he spots MC in a room he’ll sneak up and try and get to them before they realise he’s there. “Too heavy on your feet,” or “you were giggling,” is something he hears a lot when trying.

Though MC can’t really see while he’s training or playing a game, he really appreciates that there still there to cheer him on; he’s taken to wearing a bright headband in hopes that they’ll be able to spot him out a bit better. They don’t half the heart to tell him they still can’t find him.

Belphie:

In the beginning, he’ll use MC’s lack of sight to their advantage; sly and manipulative to lure them in. Watches how they react to his voice, how their eyes or head move in the direction he’s in, learning how they work their other senses.

Tensions between the two would be tight after that moment and he’ll feel tremendous guilt for what he did to them; keeps himself at a distance, afraid they’ll recoil if they sense he’s too close and understands if they would.

Amazed that they find it in them to forgive him and help mend bonds between him and his brothers, and will spend whatever time he’s able building up trust with MC; whether that’s being their escort around Devildom or just being there for company.

He loves – when trust is established – that MC is just happy to lay with him while he star gazes and talks about what he sees, trying to paint a picture for them while they huddle up together in a fluffy blanket, sharing his cow print pillow.

Simeon/Luke:

They’re angels; their job is to look over and protect humans. So they are already well aware of how capable MC would be – Simeon more so than Luke since he’s younger and more interested in Michael – but they will still offer their assistance should MC need it.

They’re also the sort to take notes down during class that MC may not be able to see on the board; but they’ll ask before assuming.

Simeon has taken to writing a little bigger if it’s something he’d like MC’s opinion on his work; the two forming a bond through fiction and history. The two can be found losing track of time and just talking about any given thing.

Luke enjoys cooking with MC; asking them what they think of the taste of something he creates and asks how he can make it better. He’d love to be able to wow Michael upon his return to the Celestial Realm and MC will always critique his work rather than sugarcoat like Simeon would or just outright scare him like demons would. With a little push from MC, he takes lessons from Barbatos.

Solomon:

Quite unphased; he’s dealt with various impairments before seeing as he is still human despite being a very powerful sorcerer. He doesn’t offer assistance but will give it should MC ask him for help.

He has many a spell in his books that could quite possibly cure or ease symptoms of various impairments and is very tempted to bring this information to MC; but decides on holding back until he can figure out how to approach the subject. He’ll ask them how they feel about their situation and go from there.

Would also offer heightening other senses should MC want them; even temporarily if they’re just a little curious. “Let’s see what’s so crash hot about being Daredevil!” “My thoughts exactly MC.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me gn!mc #obey me blind!mc

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wonderlandmind4 · 4 years

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50 Questions:

I was tagged by @buckyland

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

-Gray and black with pink tips

2. Name a food you never eat?

-Mushrooms.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

-Honestly it depends. In my apartment, always cold because my roommate keeps turning the air down 🙄 at work I’m usually warm

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

- Watching Parks and Rec

5. What is your favourite candy bar?

-Take 5 or Midnight Milkyway

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

-Yes. Plenty of baseball games. Used to go literally every weekend, maybe a few times a week...

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

-“got you motherfucker!” To a mosquito.

8. What is your favourite ice cream?

-Blue Bell’s Grooman Cake. Chocolate, coffee, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip. Who can pick one?

9. What is the last thing you had to drink?

-Water

10. Do you like your wallet?

-LOVE my wallet. It’s a glittery lilac Kate Spade

11. What was the last thing you ate?

-Stuffing....lol

12. Did you buy new clothes last weekend?

-LOL nope. We’re all in lock down.

13. The last sporting event you watched?

-Ummmm....curling? I think.

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

-Kettle, butter, cheddar!

15. Who is the last person who sent a text message to?

-Roommate

16. Ever go camping?

- I did once

17. Do you take vitamins?

-I Started too....I’m getting old, I gotta start. 😭

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

- I used to. Then I got a job where I work weekends

19. Do you have a tan?

- Once again, I used to...I used to be pretty tan and I tan super easily, but I work in a “cave” as we like to call it and I don’t ever see the sun when I do

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?

- PIZZAAAAASSS

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

- Depends. I rarely drink soda though. If it’s the Baja Blast, then yes.

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

- I hate wearing regular socks, like for work. But I have too and they’re black

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

-......always. But like 5 miles over

24. What terrifies you?

-Failing. Being alone for my entire life........

25. What do you left, what do you see?

-My bathroom

26. What chore do you hate the most?

- Sweeping

27. What do you think of a when you hear an Australian accent?

- Chris Hemsworth.

28. What’s your favourite soda?

-Mt. Dew Baja Blast or Dr. Pepper or Cherry Coke

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive?

- Drive-Thru. I don’t like to people

30. What’s your favourite number?

-4. Idk why lol

31. Who’s the last person you talk to?

- My dad. Asked him how he flips his omelettes without breaking them #adulting

32. Favourite cut of beef?

- Sirloin

33. Last song you listen to?

- Un Poco Loco from Coco 😂😭

34. Last book you read?

-.......a Fic. I haven’t read an actual book in a while

35. Favourite day of the week?

-Monday and Tuesdays (my usually days off)

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

- I never tried honestly

37. How do you like your coffee?

-Depends. If it’s good quality coffee, black. Other times just with sugar, other times both sugar and creamer

38. Favourite pair of shoes?

- My Champagne glittery high heel platform Micheal Kors. I sound like I have money. I don’t. They were originally $120 got them on sell for $40. Thank you. And my tan thick heeled booties I got for $10

39. Time you normally get up?

-During quarantine, whenever I wake up. For work, either 7:30am or 10:30am

40. What do you prefer sunrise or sunset?

- Sunset for sure

41. How many blankets on your bed?

- Two

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

- What ansteange question lol. I have pick plates (my roommates 🙄 if I had the choice I’d buy everything blue.) and gold glittery plates for decoration

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment?

- Clean. It’s kind of an open layout. Wooden floors, a coffee corner on one counter and my baking mixer. Dish rack, some candles on the bar. Wine. Hello Kitty toaster, tea kettle on the stove. Kitchen utensil holder.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

- Red wine of any kind. Crown Royal Apple. Whiskey

45. Do you play cards?

- Not really

46. What colour is your car?

- It USED to be Sliver and her name was Stella. But, Stella is gone and now it’s black

47. Can you change a tire?

- Yes I can :)

48. Your favourite state?

- Tennessee or North Carolina

49. Favourite job you’ve had?

- Working at a spa in my home town, or the current one I have

50. How did you get your scar?

- Back of my right knee, two scars from a dog bite. Fun fact, even after they healed, sometimes they would hurt and we joked that Voldemort was near. My most recent scar though? Sliced my finger open with a serrated knife while slicing oranges. Good times.

Tagging, if you want to do it: @thecreatiivecorner @afewmarvelousthoughts @buckaroo-blue

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sugaroons · 6 years

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resentment (2/?) | yoongi x reader

“You’re too good to leave behind.”

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pairing: min yoongi x reader, kim taehyung x reader wordcount: 2,870 chapter summary: when yoongi moves in, you don’t see much of him. (you tell yourself that’s fine by you.) that all changes when something catches him unawares. disclaimers/warnings: none (oh my god here i am cRAwLING BACK TO bts fic after so long lol i hope this is okay!! this’ll be a bit of a slow-burn, but i’ll likely be done in 3-5 chapters. cross-posted on ao3)

The piano instrumental is tinny as it blasts through the small speaker Taehyung had lent you, the only other sound in your apartment the simmering of the one-pot pasta your most recent paycheck let you buy. You’re still in your work uniform when someone doorbells, and you sigh. It could only be Min Yoongi, whom you’d been unable to shake after texting the number Tae had scribbled on a napkin the last time you’d met up.

“Damn it,” you mutter, lowering the heat of the stove and wiping your hands on a towel. You’d made a last-ditch effort to hustle on finding other roommates, but none of the people who applied online had as good an application as Yoongi. Maybe your requirements were a little steep—not many of the other ads required a pro-con list and a recommendation letter—but you were particular about your space, and the bunk bed situation meant you had to be a little stricter than usual.

Today’s when you’d scheduled his tour of the place and your discussion of terms, but part of you had still hoped he’d back out. You plaster on a fake smile as you open the door, finding Yoongi stepping gingerly on your tacky tiger-print mat, the paper bag in his hand emitting a divine smell that’s familiar to you.

“Is that from the lamb skewer place round the block?” you say, an eyebrow raised.

“I thought it’d be rude to come over without bringing anything,” he says, adjusting his black beanie and flicking his hair away from his brows. You haven’t thought about Yoongi since you graduated nearly a year ago; in fact, he is one of the people you’d wanted to forget about.

He simultaneously looks much better and worse than he had in high school. He’s grown into his features, and the dark bangs are leagues ahead of the bright-red mop he’d sported in your senior year. But the bags under his eyes are even deeper than your own, and he’s paler than your faded grey walls. Before you can feel any sympathy for him, though, you remind yourself of how he’d treated Tae in the past.

“A point in your favor,” you say, shaking off the fact you’d been checking Yoongi out. “Come on in.” You return to your electric stove, trying to concentrate on stirring the pasta at the bottom of the pot instead of the way his new piercing makes you feel. “You can look around while I finish this, then we can have dinner and talk a bit.”

There’s not much for him to look at, really. You’d sent the layout of the room to your friend back home to help you maximize the space, but Irene didn’t have too much work to do. You’d covered the bunk bed in the bedroom with the international klein blue sheets Tae had bought you with his first paycheck, the colour a stark contrast with the clinical white sheets you’d gotten on sale when you’d first moved in. The apartment’s a little tight, but you’d lucked out on the natural light that streams through your window when the sun’s out: it’s the main reason you’re loath to part with the room. That thought brings you back to the present, and you look up from the pasta to where Yoongi is sitting.

When you sneak a glance at him, his hands are moving as if your small dining room table is a piano, in time with the soft notes playing in the background. You take plates, utensils, and the pot of pasta, while Yoongi brings out the lamb skewers. The dining table looks a lot less lonely with two sets of plates. The idea of it being a regular thing to come home to makes you happier than you’d like to admit.

You’re both quiet as you eat, and you can already hear Tae scolding you for not trying to make conversation. Still you’re at a loss for words, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he helps you clear the table, and the two of you begin to do the dishes in companionable silence.

“Any burning questions?” You’re focusing on scrubbing a spot off the pot, avoiding the sudden nervousness you feel at the thought of hearing Yoongi say anything bad. He’d always had the sharpest tongue back at school, and though you’d never been on the receiving end, you often dreaded it.

“Just one,” he says. You watch his fingers, absentmindedly wondering whether they’re calloused or smooth. “Do you sleep with your blinds up like that?”

“Yes, I like waking up by sunrise.” Your eyes flick to him and you see him wince. The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “I’m open to negotiation, though.” You tell yourself it’s just because of the costs that you’re compromising, rather than the overwhelming loneliness the apartment’s been filled with in the three months you’ve been here.

“I hate the sun,” Yoongi says bluntly, “but your apartment is too good to pass up.” You spend the rest of the night hashing out details, with Yoongi insisting he take over an equal share of the upkeep chores, which puts you in a good mood. That’s the only excuse you have for what you say as you see him out the door.

“Hey, if you need any help moving in, let me know,” you say, your grip on the doorknob tightening.

“Sure.” Yoongi nods, raising his hand goodbye. “I’ll text you.”

That Saturday, you’re surprised to find he’s only got three big boxes to his name, but you understand. You never heard much about Yoongi’s parents, but you doubted they wanted him here in the city.

(When you’re done bringing his stuff into the living room and he gives you a gummy smile, you tell yourself that your breath only catches because of how heavy the box is.)

You easily fall into a sort of routine with Yoongi. You don’t really see each other much because between the four jobs you hold between you and your weird shifts, you’re barely at home at the same time. If there’s something you need to tell him, it’s easy enough for you to write on the whiteboard posted beside the kitchen sink.

You’d thought Yoongi was cold, and you still think this is true, but he’s clean enough, and the few moments you share in the apartment are peaceful. You hush the part of you that’s disappointed at the way things are: you didn’t need to be Yoongi’s friend. It’s fine by you that it’s almost as if you don’t have a roommate.

That is, until the day that you come home late to the sound of music. It was Yoongi himself who had set the rule of no loud noises past eleven in the evening, so the old-school rap beats are unusual. When you get inside, you find him passed out on the couch, his lips more chapped than they typically are and his laptop nearly falling off the cushion.

“God, Yoongi, do you really have to run yourself so ragged?” You pull his blanket off his bed and walk to the couch to place it over him. This close, you notice his arms shaking like he’s got the chills. When you place the back of your hand to his forehead, he’s hot to the touch. “You big idiot,” you mutter as you shut his laptop.

You run to the convenience store a block away to grab emergency supplies, cursing your overworked roommate beneath your breath. When you get back, his shaking is less violent, but his brow is furrowed. “Yoongi-ah,” you say quietly, kneeling in front of him and placing your hand on his shoulder. “Yoongi, please,” you say, sweeping his hair away from his face. “Wake up for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”

He groans, and you place your arm around his shoulder to lift him to a sitting position. With your other hand, you shake the water bottle you’ve mixed hydration salts in. Mercifully, he drinks it as soon as you bring the nozzle to his lips, slowly but surely finishing it.

“No, no.” Yoongi grunts when you offer him painkillers. You wipe the dribble away from his mouth with your thumb before tucking him back in. You’re exhausted, but you can’t bring yourself to leave him, not when he’s weak like this.

He reaches out for something, and belatedly you realize he’s grabbing your hand. His palm is smooth, if slightly damp, and you find yourself interlocking your fingers with his. You glare at Yoongi, feeling your face burning up, but he’s fallen back asleep. Yoongi’s mouth is locked in a pout, and you lean your head against his arm as you watch him.

That’s how you wake up at three in the morning: your back sore from hunching over, a bony hand in your line of sight, fingers barely touching the lobe of your ear. You startle away, the sudden stretch bringing a soft whine from your lips.

Yoongi stirs, lifting his head to find the source of the noise. His eyes are unfocused until they land on you, and he grumbles, looking away. “Get some rest, would you? I’m fine.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to be angry at his tone. He never asked you to help him, and you have no right to expect anything. Still, you can’t help your brow from furrowing as you get up. “I’ve left some hydration salts and ibuprofen on the table in case you need it.” Your hand brushes his when you grasp at the edge of the sofa, and he tugs at your fingers lightly.

“Hey,” he says, sighing. “Sorry.” His thumb sweeps over your wrist once. “Not used to this.”

Does he feel how your pulse skips? You shake your head, too tired to worry about it. “Maybe a ‘thank you’ next time, eh, Min?” With your free hand, you smooth the blanket over him, finally standing. You’re so tired that you collapse onto the bottom bunk, the clean scent of Yoongi’s body wash lulling you to sleep.

That weekend before your long shift, you check the whiteboard and see “fridge” scribbled in the top right corner. You find a small almond cheesecake beside your peanut butter jar. It had always been your favourite, and you remember, suddenly, how you’d found one on your desk on your birthday in senior year. You had never found out whom it had come from, but now you have your answer. “Would have been cheaper to just say ‘thanks,’” you say, but a grin creeps onto your face anyway.

When you get home that day, Yoongi’s on his bed, and you shoot him a confused look. His Saturday shifts are normally late, and he’d gotten better the day after his night on the sofa. “I quit. It’s too far away,” he says, shrugging.

You don’t pry, shimmying out of your work skirt and pulling on an oversized sweater, your decade-old compression shorts barely visible under the loose hem. You’re checking for any holes in the mirror, fiddling with the tiny one right at your shoulder, when your eyes land on your roommate. You stare at his reflection for a second too long, and he catches your eye. His lips quirk up in a casual grin you find yourself returning.

You’re flustered at the friendliness of the moment. “The 20 minutes of daily sun exposure too much for your vampire ass?” you say, waiting for his scowl.

Instead, he laughs. “Something like that. Didn’t help that the boss was a dickwad. He yelled at me for showing up to work thirty seconds late the day after I took a sick leave.”

“It’ll be a hassle to find another roommate,” you say, tsking, “so you’d better be able to make the rent this month.” The light in his eyes dims a little, and you find yourself cursing your inability to chill out. You walk to the kitchen to make your nightly tea blend, relenting and sending him a picture of the ad you’d seen at the convenience store nearby.

“You won’t be rid of me so easily,” Yoongi says from his spot on the bottom bunk. Since he can’t see you, you smile.

He takes the job, and your hours sync up, disrupting the ghost roommate dynamic you’d been operating with over the past month. When you get home that Tuesday and he sees you, he starts, his eyes going wide as he looks you up and down. You lift the plastic bag in your hands—take-out Thai for the both of you—before sitting at the dining table.

You raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to say something. He shrugs, putting his earphones back in, looking back down at his notebook. You watch him mouth words, fascinated at his writing process. When he catches you staring, you look away, but in your peripheral vision you see him smirk.

“Can I hear it?” you say, pushing the rendang on your plate around. He cocks his head at you, confused. “Your music, I mean.”

He pouts a little, an expression you don’t expect to be as cute as it is. “I’m not done,” he says uncertainly. There’s a chance that’s true, but given your history, it’s more likely he just doesn’t want to let you hear it.

“Sure,” you say curtly. “Good night.” You shut the bedroom door a little louder than you probably should, but you’re disappointed. As you toss and turn on your bed, you try in vain to keep your mind off your last year at school. Your last thought is of an almond cake before you drift off into a fitful sleep.

You wake up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down your face. Your heart’s pounding in your ears, and you nearly fall as you climb down from the top bunk, your grip on the wood slipping. The tear tracks shine on your face in the dim light of the living room.

Yoongi’s in his boxers and a sleeveless shirt, laptop out and glasses on, sitting at the sofa. You don’t look at him as you move to the kitchen. “Do you want to talk about it?” You don’t look at him, busying yourself by making a cup of tea. Yoongi says nothing more, the sounds of his typing and your breathing allowing you to gather your bearings.

You make your way over to the couch, sitting in a ball at the other end. “I have this dream often,” you say, picking at the tea bag and watching him over your mug. “Taehyung and I are in the middle of the school field, and we’re both holding balloons. I look away for a moment, then suddenly, he’s flying, his face turned away from me.” You close your eyes and breathe in the lavender and honey scent, hating how irrational you sound.

Yoongi shuts his laptop, and you open your eyes to the sight of him studying you. He sighs. “You really love him, don’t you?”

You’re not going to deny it. You’ve loved Kim Taehyung since you were ten years old, since you figured that no one else in Tae’s life could fill that space the way you could. He’s yours and you’re his, and that’s not going to change. It’s only hard, you think, because you’re also in love with him. Taehyung’s never shown any interest in you and you doubt he ever will. Unrequited love you can handle, but the idea of him forgetting about you cuts you to the soul. Your eyes widen, the tears building up as you breathe deeply.

“He won’t leave you.” There’s a certainty in Yoongi’s voice that you’ve never been able to muster up. Something about his tone fills you with warmth. “You’re too good to leave behind.” And it’s back, that weird pitter-patter in your heart.

You smile softly at him. “Thank you, Yoongi.” He nods, powering his laptop back on. You watch him work while sipping at your tea. Soon, he gestures for you to come closer.

“Give this a listen,” Yoongi says, handing you an earphone. The piano instrumental begins, instantly pulling at your heart, but your eyes are drawn to the boy beside you. His eyes are closed as he whispers words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Yoongi so earnest and passionate, and it feels almost too intimate.

When the track finishes, he opens his eyes. “I’m still writing the rap.” Yoongi doesn’t look at you, but he bites at his lip, and you realize he wants some reassurance.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, handing over the earphone. Your hand lingers on his, and you squeeze his fingers lightly. “I’m sure whatever it ends up being will be even better.”

“You might just be sleep-deprived. Go to bed,” he says. Yoongi’s staring at your hands, but you can see the grin playing at the corner of his mouth. You snort, shaking your head as you return to your bunk.

That night, you dream of a grand piano and Yoongi’s gummy smile. You wake up to the light streaming in, feeling more well-rested than you have in a very long time.

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