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Just Keep Breathing: Chapter Two

I was partnered with @the-dot for the @originalfictionbigbang​! Thank you for working with me, Dot!

Here is the first chapter! I’ve split the first 10k words between four chapters, and will be posting them all in a masterpost in just a moment!

Summary: It’s the height of storm season and everyone in Hi-Banks, Florida is getting ready for the bad weather. It should be a year like any other - but on the tails of a national pandemic, a new disaster strikes. More than one new disasters. So many disasters that Eddie Carver would like to put some of them back, thanks. He’s just a down on his luck guy living in the local trailer park with his boyfriend. He’s not interested in dealing with the revival of an old murder case - which he knows nothing about, thanks -, the storm season of the century, or…zombies?

Yeah. Absolutely not interested in the zombies.

This black-comedy follows the inner workings of a small town as they band together to survive, and the young man - reckless, mean, angry, written off b the big city folk come to look into a cold case - that might hold all of societies survival in his hands.

Forget about society.Eddie’s only interested in keeping his friends alive.

Chapter Two – The Hunt Shop

The Mason family has owned a bait and tackle shop out on the north edge of Hi Banks for almost a solid four generations. It’s a good twenty minute walk from the trailer park, which isn’t that bad when it’s not also pouring down rain. As it stands, they’re both soaked by the time they hit the long dirt road that winds towards it. The sides are pitted out from constant tire tracks, turned into thick puddles of standing water and mud.

The rain lets up to a light drizzle, but it’s too late for that to be helpful. Eddie makes a point of splashing his feet in as many of the puddles as he can.

Carson’s the one who calls out, “truck,” when twin headlights appear in the distance. It’s got a massive dent on the passenger side and the fender looks like it’s held on with duck tape.

Lincoln Wiltshire, the deputy, pulls over. He’s a tall, skinny man with a hooked nose and a scar on the side of his neck. Every time he’s asked, Lincoln tells a different story about how he got that scar. Eddie’s pretty sure it’s something mundane and stupid, like a fishing accident.

“You boys having trouble?” Lincoln asks, rolling down his window and half leaning out it.

“Truck still won’t run,” says Carson. “We’re stuck hoofing it everywhere.”

“And the power’s out at the trailer park,” adds Eddie.

“Shit, already? I was hoping it might stay on a while longer.” Lincoln scratches at his side burns. “Wonder if it’s out where I live, too.”

“Store had power last time I was there,” says Eddie. There’s no need to specify. Everyone just calls it The Store.

Carson asks, “you coming from Red’s?”

“Was getting some more shells.” Lincoln gestures at the brown paper bag in his passenger seat. “I wouldn’t hold my breath on anything with him today, boys. He’s in a rotten mood.”

“Eh, we’ll take the risk. I want something hot to eat tonight, you know?” Eddie says “Shit. You think he might have some of that soup still?”

“Maybe,” says Carson. And then, to Lincoln, “can you do me a favor? I was only at the docks for like an hour earlier, but Clancy didn’t show up.”

Lincoln frowns. “Now that ain’t like him.”

“No, it’s not. He’s always there, doesn’t matter the weather,” says Carson. “Figure maybe you could swing by his place, see if he’s...I dunno. Gotten into something.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll do that before I go home. Thanks for the heads up, Carson. You two stay out of trouble now, you hear me? I don’t want to get any calls out there.”

“That wasn’t our fault!”

“I don’t care who starts the fight, I’m the one that has to pull pants on to come finish it. I’m looking to not leave the house again tonight, so. Behave.” Lincoln jabs a bony finger at them.

Carson rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

Eddie parrots, “yeah, man, whatever.”

“Maggots, the both of you,” huffs Lincoln, but he makes sure to pull away slowly so as not to splash them in muck.

They get about ten steps before Eddie asks, “so, uh, you worried about him?”

“I mean, yeah. Sort of.”

“Ain’t he a jerk?”

“Sure. But like, not all the time. And it’s weird. He’s always at the docks. Like, I’ve NEVER not seen him at the docks, Eddie. I dunno. I’ve just got a bad feeling about this.” Carson shrugs.

Maybe it makes Eddie a worse person, but he’s not too concerned about Clancy one way or the other.  The guy has a mean streak the size of the Grand Canyon, and a habit for acting like he’s the boss down at the docks. He’s not, clearly, but the guy has been working there forever at this point, so everyone mostly just ignores it.

Silence falls over them. The sloshing of Eddie’s boots is the only thing between them, until the shoddy looking wood building of The Hunt Shop comes into view. There’s a massive concrete raccoon statue out front. It gets decorated every time a holiday comes around. Right now, it’s got a massive yellow tarp wrapped around it in lieu of a rain coat.

The front door is propped open, the heavy twanging bass of the radio thudding out. Eddie ducks in first, glancing around.

For the most part, the hunt shop hasn’t really changed in...well, ever. There’s an old singing bass above the gun rack, and a mounted deer head on the wall just behind the front counter. Red is stretched out on a chair behind it, booted foot flung up onto the counter next to the register and an open can of beer.

“Lincoln was right,” says Eddie. “You look pissy.”

“Ey, if it ain’t my favorite scarecrow.” Red thunks his boot back down onto the floor. “Lemme guess, the power’s out.”

Eddie finger snaps at him. “Bingo!”

Carson stomps in just behind him. “Cat broke our damn window.”

“A cat?” Red snorts. “You know, I think you might have worse luck than I do.”

Eddie hops up onto the counter, next to the register. He helps himself to the open, half-warm beer. “Lincoln says you’re in a pissy mood. What’s up?”

“Ugh. This damned weather,” says Red. He uses his foot to push the wheeled chair away from the counter, and then spin around so he can slap a hand against the calendar hanging up behind him. “Look at this. I’ve got two days, and then I’m supposed to be going on my hunting trip.”

“Damn, is it that time already?” Eddie passes the mostly empty can to Carson.

Carson rolls his eyes. “Thanks.” And then, “isn’t that storm supposed to hit this weekend?”

“I’m thinking about just hunkering down out there,” says Red.

“That’s stupid,” says Eddie.

Red slaps the calendar again. “I’ve never missed a trip. I’m not gonna let it get passed over because of some rain. It’s, what, a cat two? I’ve spent worse storms out on the swamp. I figure there’s no power out there anyway, so what would I be missing?”

“The sun,” says Eddie.

At the same time, Carson says, “the hunting.”

Red scowls at them both. “Neither of you know the meaning of the word fun, you know that? I swear, I don’t know when you guys got so boring.”

“Around the same time we started dying from hunger,” quips Eddie.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go get something to eat. C’mon. I was gonna close up anyway.” Red hauls himself out of the chair and around the counter. He leads the way out of the shop – Carson closing the door behind them when he brings up the tail – and around to the back of the building where his camper’s parked.

The radio is already on inside, a woman’s voice, “and as if the predicted overly active storm season isn’t enough, we’re having more and more cases of this unknown virus showing up. We actually have managed to get an interview with Charlie Santero, the governor of Florida, where we get his personal thoughts on the situation.”

“Ugh, shut that off. I hate that guy,” says Red.

Eddie slaps the radio off. “So, food?”

“Chili,” answers Red. He grabs a bowl out of the fridge and shoves it into the microwave.

“Gross,” says Carson.

Red flips him off. “You’re the ones that came over.”

The microwave beeps. Red pulls it out and tosses it onto the little table on the other side of the kitchenette. He grabs three spoons and drops them down, too.

“Alright. Dinner’s served.”

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It’s dark by the time they leave Red’s, all three of them loading up into Red’s old wood backed pickup. They roll the windows down, letting the stiff Florida air into cab.

Eddie sits on the far end, arm flung out so the mosquitoes slap into it as they rush past. “So, think we’re gonna get hit bad this summer?”

Red groans. “Do we have to talk about the storms? I’m trying to think happy thoughts about this week.”

Carson says, “I’ll check up on the shop for you.”

The tires catch in one of the ruts, splashing mud up onto Eddie’s hand. “Gross.” He pulls it in, wiping his palm off on his shorts. “I’m thinking it’s gonna be a small one. Just because it’s always small when the people on the radio talk about it. They’re always wrong and stuff.”

Red whacks the back of one hand against Carson’s shoulder. “Smack him for me, will ya? You’re gonna jinx my trip if you keep talking like that, scarecrow.”

Carson shoves at the back of Eddie’s head, pushing hair into his face. “Don’t jinx him.”

“Ow!” Eddie rubs over dramatically at the back of his head. “Fine, fine, I won’t – hey, knock it off already!”

They pull all the way through town towards the trailer park and are almost at the chain link fence around the place when the flash of red and blue lights come into view. Red cuts the engine. “Alright, nope. I’m checking out. Whatever you two did - “

“We didn’t do nothing,” says Eddie, the words a low sort of whine. “I’m telling you!”

“Looks like you did something,” says Red. “And I’m not interested in being involved. Sorry.”

Carson grunts, giving Eddie the stink eye.

Eddie shakes his head. “I didn’t. I’ve stayed outta trouble and you know it, man. I’ve got – fuck, nothing on me right now.”

“Whatever,” says Carson, slinging open the door. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Red doesn’t have a record, per say, but he likes to steer clear of the local officers all the same. The moment that Eddie and Carson are out of the truck, it peels into reverse and vanishes, a squeal of tires on the pitted pavement and a spray of muddy water up onto the other side of the road.

Carson says, “you’d tell me if I’m about to walk into something, right?”

“Yeah, man, I’d tell you,” says Eddie. “But I swear, this has nothing to do with me.”

“Ugh,” says Carson, and Eddie totally agrees with that. They head up into the trailer park and true to their luck, the sheriff’s car is parked right outside of their little hovel, along with a little shiny black car that doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of Hi Banks.

Sheriff Bianca is sitting on the hood of her car smoking a hand rolled cigarette, short black hair pushed away from her face, the thick scar over her cheek visible even in the wane light of the street lamp. “There you are. We were waiting for you. This is - “

“Agent Smith,” says another woman, long blonde hair pulled back away from her face and an ashy pallor to her skin. “and my partner, Agent Russo.”

“We didn’t do shit,” says Eddie, lower lip jutting out.

Carson shoves him. “Idiot. Stop running your mouth.”

The corners of Bianca’s mouth twist up at the edges, just a little bit, and then instantly take on that hard slant again. She slides off the car, putting the cigarette out on the bottom of one mud caked boot and then tucking it into the front pocket of her uniform shirt. “Boys, they’re here about the Mulborne Case.”

There’s a beat of silence.

One.

Two.

Three.

Eddie lets out a bark of laughter, just can’t help himself. “What, really?”

Smith asks, “does that mean you know the man?”

“Of course I do. Everyone knows Benny,” says Eddie, with a shrug of his sharp, bony shoulders. “Ain’t this thing solved?”

“Yes,” says Bianca, a little tersely.

“On a local level,” answers Russo. “But we’ve recently been informed of something that’s brought the case into a larger light.”

Carson squints. “You two aren’t cops.”

“We’re with the FBI,” says Smith.

Eddie snorts. “Bullshit.”

That takes Smith off guard. “Excuse me?”

“The FBI out in Hi Banks? Yeah, I don’t buy it,” says Eddie. “This town’s barely on the map. What the Hell would send you people out here, huh?”

“We’re not allowed to discuss that information while the case is still under investigation,” says Russo. “You’re - “

“Eddie, yeah, and he’s Carson, and I’m sure the sheriff’s gone over all’a this with you. You realize how late it is? Some of us actually have to work,” says Eddie.

Smith gives him a tight lipped smile. “I’m sorry about the time. We got a little turned around on the way out here.”

“Not my problem,” says Eddie.

Russo says, “it might be. It’s been brought to our attention that you had contact with the men who were murdered.”

“They went missing,” corrects Bianca. “There was no proof of foul play.”

Eddie juts out his lower lip. “Yeah, sure. I fixed up their van when they came through, big fucking whoop. How about I just make this real easy and tell you exactly what I told her?” He jerks a thumb at Bianca, who rolls her eyes. “Their van was trashed. I fixed it. That’s my job, okay? That’s it. They paid in cash, big bills, and then they left and I never saw them again. End of story.”

Carson says, “you should try and find someone smarter to ask about it.” He slings an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and hauls the other man up against his side. “Eddie’s got a brick for brains. Even if something weird was going on, there’s no way he would’ve noticed it.”

“Bitch,” mutters Eddie, but he doesn’t protest. Easy out’s, right?

A phone goes off, some lame shrill tone. Russo excuses himself and steps away from the group and Bianca asks, “did you figure out where the machinery went?”

Carson grunts. “Probably Milo hawked it. Pretty sure his ma’s rent was due this month. We didn’t really look that hard.”

Smith questions, “machinery?”

“Carson works at the docks,” says Bianca. “A few parts went missing earlier this week.”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” says Carson, gruffly. “Look, no offense but we’ve already done this once. We don’t know anything else about it, and I’ve got work tomorrow. Can we wrap this up?”

A car door clicks open behind them. Russo, still on the phone, waves Smith over. Smith nods and then excuses herself, all polite, “thank you for your time. I’m sure we’ll be in touch,” before heading over. They climb in their little black car and leave.

Carson scowls at Bianca. “Seriously?”

“Trust me,” says Bianca, dryly. “It’s not my idea of a good time, either. I thought that we were done with this.”

Eddie snorts, already heading towards their trailer. “Yeah, fuck off about that. I am done with it.”

He’s pretty pleased when Carson just goes on and follows him, not so much as a goodbye tossed Bianca’s way.

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Six Phases 001

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N:  Here’s part 1!  I do warn you it’s 5.8k+ long (baekhyun’s fault as always) 👉🏼👈🏼 hope you like it, let me know in my ask box if you want 🌹 Enjoy ♡ ♡

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst & smut (later on) ]

Part 1 ✓ | Part 2 | Part 3 P(1) | P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) |  Part 5 P(1) P(2) | Part 6

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Track 03

Being the new girl on campus is never easy, nor the one in town. And because of a certain situation that occurred a month before high school graduation, the summer following it was spent getting over the traumatizing affair… And the following 9 months.

Don’t worry, the lesson from it all has been learned well.

“Damn this place is huge.” I squint, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. For the weather to be a mere 78 degrees it sure doesn’t keep the bright star from bearing down on me. Spotting a building that has “Dormitory” written clearly on the side I push my glasses farther up my nose and pull my suitcase along.

Receiving the directions and details to my room goes smoothly, but just as I’m turning to the elevators I slam into someone else.

“Fu–” I sigh, rubbing the tip of my nose as I step back. “Sorry,” I mumble already feeling the embarrassment on my cheeks as I lift my head only to be met by a broad chest.

Lifting my chin farther I’m met with friendly, sparkly brown eyes and a dashing smile. “It’s alright.”

I blink, nodding silently as my heart skips a beat. Curly brown hair; puppy eyes; thin yet pouty lips. I shift my eyes away before I get even more caught up in his smile, or worse, checking him out.

“Do you need any help?” His voice rings again. A melodic sound I’m quickly finding myself liking more and more.

Meeting his eyes again his gaze sweeps over the suitcase in my hand along with the full backpack on my back before completing the eye contact. I try not to blush farther, “No, I’m alright.”

He nods, shoving his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans. “Don’t freak out if the elevator stops working.” He calls as I pass by him. “If it stops moving wait a few seconds before pressing the floor you want again.”

Looking back his way I forget our height difference until all I see is his white t-shirt and long neck. I nod once attempting to send him a small smile that he quickly returns. “Thanks.”

He smiles even more, waving a little as I step through the dreaded metal doors and tap Floor 3 with my knuckles.

His friendly gestures stay on my mind until I trip over nothing trying to step out onto my floor. Making a noise in embarrassment I check to make sure no one else saw before taking out the directions to my room. 304

Carefully discovering the left side of the hall has all the even room numbers I slowly made my way down. The desired dorm is 3 doors away from the staircase. Reading back over the paper my roommate’s name is Jenny.

Gathering myself I give a little mental pep talk, knocking politely on the door as the sound of laughter reaches my ears.

“Oh, hold on.” Comes muffled through the door. The next second a click is heard before vibrant blue hair and light blue eyes peek out. “Hello, how may I help you?”

“Um..” Blinking at the welcoming smile on her face I quietly hold up my paper in fear of squeaking in reply.

Her eyes drift over the document. “Oh!” She smiles even more, opening the door fully. “Come in! I didn’t expect you to get here so soon.” She continues sheepishly as I step over the threshold, taking in the state of the room. One side is obviously occupied; clothes spewed all over the bed.

“It’s okay.” I softly reply slowly shrugging off my backpack. “So!” She begins as I set it on the floor. “I’m Jenny as you already know.“ She jokes. "What’s your name? Where are you from?”

Looking her way she’s perched on her bed, eyes focused completely towards me. I shift my eyes away after a few moments, quietly mumbling my name.

“Riley?" She tilts her head, smiling again as I nod. "Your name is pretty.”

“Thank you." Fishing through my pocket I pull out my phone, taking if off airplane-mode.

"I haven’t seen you around before, are you a freshman?”

“Yes." Briefly checking my notifications and sending an ‘I made it’ to mom I put my phone back. "I’m nearly 19 but I took a gap year so.." I peek at her, "Here I am.”

She nods, looking intrigued as I start unpacking my suitcase. “Did you live close by or from out of state?”

I smirk, carefully tucking my folded clothes into the empty dresser. “I’m from a boring town down south.”

“Ah," She blinks, "Well that’s cool! I hope you like it here." Her face turns serious. "We just met but if anyone gives you problems, you let me know, okay?”

Taking in her expression I nod.

Another smile spreads on Jenny’s face. “Now show me your timetable.”

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The first-week breezes by relatively fast, assignment after assignment of due dates coming from left and right. Luckily I was smart enough to research every possible way to study over my year out of school. Traveling to new countries and places during a gap year? Haha yeah. Not me.

“So Riley,” I’m greeted with the second I walk into my dorm room. I carefully set down my stack of textbooks and tablet on the desk before turning to Jenny with a quirked brow.

“I know you just got here,” She begins, perched on the edge of her bed. “But there’s a party this weekend–”

“You mean tomorrow?” I blink as it is quite literally the late afternoon of Friday.

Jenny smiles sheepishly, “Do you want to go?” Seeing the look on my face she adds, “I swear I’ll stay with you the whole night.”

Yeah, where have I heard that before. “I’ll think about it,” Checking the time I look back at her. “I’m going out and will stop for food on the way back. Want anything?”

Her eyes light up at the mention of food, nodding and excitedly telling me what she would like.

As I exit the small safe space once again my lips quirk into a smirk. Time to go shopping.

A little more than 24 hours later I find myself trying to relax in the passenger’s seat of Jenny’s small convertible; nervously fiddling with the thin straps of my dress.

“I’m surprised you agreed honestly,” She starts eyes focused entirely on the road. “And that dress.” Her eyes flicker over at me, “Forest green and backless? Damn you’re brave. And gorgeous.”

Thankfully the early night is just dark enough to hide my burning cheeks, “Thank you.”

She smiles knowingly, steering the wheel with both hands. “Lucky me I have to keep boys off you all night.”

I laugh heartily at that catching the teasing smile on her face. “I don’t know about all that.” I joke watching as the street lights flow by, “I’m pretty good at holding my own.”

“Brave, gorgeous and independent.” She pulls the car to a stop looking over at me. “Oh honey, they are going to drool over you.”

Giggling as she looks in the rearview mirror, I take a look around at the giant house up ahead. Cars lined along the street as dozens of party-goers head towards the booming bass of music.

“Riley, does my eyeshadow look okay?”

Turning back to her I take in the perfect spread and shiny golden glitter over her eyes; nodding, “Damn near perfect.”

She smiles, “Now you’re speaking my language.” With a sigh she turns fully to me, smoothing the front of her black A-line dress. “Ready?”

Nodding we both step out the car feeling the late summer night breeze rolling in. Closing the door I follow after Jenny as he heads up the hill, our respective heels clicking loudly against the concrete.

“I swear I’m filled with regret every time I face this sidewalk.” She pants sending me into another fit of laughter. “Oh shut it Miss 3 Inches, You’re one to laugh!”

I shrug smiling so much it nearly hurts, “Your silver stilettos make your legs look great, Jen.”

“Oh, now you’re just trying to butter me up.” She rolls her eyes until they widen; suddenly she stops making me freeze mid-step to not bump into her. “Hey Riley, look.” Whispering she discreetly points somewhere farther ahead.

Being as inconspicuous as possible I crane my neck while pretending to shake out my skater skirt, eyeing the group moving towards the house.

“Those guys.” She continues, “Are bad news. Make sure you stay away from them, okay?”

Just as she finishes her sentence I spot a head of silver hair, the shine of it catching in the dim glow of a streetlight. My heart quickens in unease as I nod in front of her concerned eyes. “Okay.”

Like always a smile finds its way to her face, “Good.” Grabbing my hand she starts walking again, “Let’s go have fun!”

I chuckle following her lead. The house is a lovely mansion with clean-cut hedges and a stone walkway leading up to the white, front double doors. Held open as people stream in past two men seemingly standing guard. One noticeably shorter than the other with a close-cut haircut and big eyes. The taller sporting a burgundy suit with no shirt underneath; a teasing smirk that I can guess is usually placed on his pouty lips.

“On door duty again, huh?” Jenny teases. “How much are they paying you this time Kyungsoo.”

“Not nearly enough.” The shorter replies. His lips are nicely shaped, I bet..

“Daydreaming about Soo’s heart-shaped lips, eh?”

I flinch back from the taller, tensing at the feeling of his breath fanning over my ear.

“No need to glare at me Dollface.” He chuckles holding his hands up in surrender. “Who’s the cutie, Jenny?”

“No one you need to know.” She mutters pushing me protectively behind her away from his hungry gaze.

“Well then.” He mumbles not even surprised, gesturing to the open doors. “Guess I’ll have to find out on my own–” He flinches back as Kyungsoo lifts a fist in his direction.

“Please excuse him.” He sighs. “Come on in.”

Jenny’s smile is bright as he reaches in for a hug, “Thank you Soo~” Looking back at me she grabs my wrist and pulls me ahead, shooting one last glare at the tall man as she urges me to walk inside first.

Stepping carefully into the house I make quick work of analyzing my surroundings. Makeshift dance floor to the left; expensive in-home-bar to the right. Grand stairs leading up to the second floor right ahead and surely plenty of bathrooms scattered around the whole place.

“So, what do you wanna do first?” I jump at Jenny’s voice in my ear, blinking back at her as she smiles innocently. My eyes drift to the dancefloor and she immediately shakes her head, “Here. You’ll want a drink or two before you start mingling with those idiots.” She sends me a pointed look. “Trust me.”

Before I even nod in agreement she is leading the way to the bar, keeping a reassuring grip on my wrist as we bump into careless strangers standing in the middle of the room. “Minseok!”

A handsome man with black hair and cat-like eyes looks up from shining a glass behind the bar, a friendly smile forming on his lips. “Jenny, what can I get you and your friend?” His eyes peek curiously at me.

Realizing I’m hiding behind Jenny like a little lost cub I step closer to the bar, feeling her eyes on me. “Do you perhaps have Gin?” He nods. “Brandy? Vodka?” Nodding once again, I rest my chin on my palm, quirking my lips into a half-smirk. “Dr Pepper?”

He returns the expression. “Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Grinning I finally settle on, “Vodka and Dr Pepper…Mostly the pepper, please.”

His laugh can’t be heard well over the booming music but I can tell he means well by the understanding look in his eyes. “Coming right up, Beautiful.”

Flushing I discreetly fan my cheeks with my hand, looking away as Jenny tells him her order as well. Instantly I feel a pair of eyes on me. Leaning my elbows back on the bar I lazily sweep my gaze across the room.

There. Just at the edge of the dancefloor. Adoring an all-black outfit consisting of a silk shirt, waist-length silver button jacket, and tight-fitting leather pants. Leather two-inch heeled boots and partially slicked-back silver hair completing the look. With a start in my chest, I realize it’s the same guy I bumped into at the beginning of the week. His once-friendly gaze and welcoming smile traded in for a piercing, hungry stare. The longer I continue the eye contact the hotter it gets in the room.

���Here you go.” Minseok’s voice brings me back to the present. The heated spell put over me by the handsome stranger broken as I turn to my full glass seated on the bar. Taking a tentative sip of the concoction I licked my lips, smiling at the flavor.

“How is it?” He asks. Jenny even turns to see my reaction.

“Perfect.” I nearly purr, throwing it back to chug the rest.

“Whoa!” Jenny exclaims, her beer held carefully in hand as I licked my lips again. “Damn girl, if I didn’t know any better I’d be envious.”

“I’m a lightweight,” I mumble, kindly asking Minseok for another.

“I can tell.”

Sending a weak glare her way she just shrugs in return, smiling unapologetically.

That same feeling of a stare never quite goes away as I take time to savor my next drink.

“So, you like your drinks heavily diluted, huh?” Jenny inquires.

“I don’t like the burn…” I start wrinkling my nose, “It’s starting to set in.”

She giggles at my misery. “What a baby you are.”

Nodding in agreement I down the rest of the tasty drink neatly placing the glass back on the bar. “Thank you, Minseok.”

He nods smiling as he picks it up, “Have fun on the floor.” He quirks a brow, “Be careful.”

Smiling politely I glance at Jenny before twirling around, making my way to the crowd of grinding bodies. Not surprisingly there is a clear empty space right in the middle of the floor.

Being extra I sway my hips as I walk to the dead center already feeling a handful of eyes on me. Ignoring them I let the beat of a familiar song take me over.

“I don’t hate it. You tell me. I’m nervous.”

Slowly body rolling sensually from side to side to the time of the song I walk forward with one foot in front of the other, praising myself for deciding to let my hair down in loose beach waves for the evening. Once the bass kicks in I speed up the tempo, running a hand through my hair and down my body with a smile on my face.

“She’s so selfish, but I like it.”

Letting the song take complete control, I let loose. Dancing my best as my skirt swishes around; spinning on my heels as the alcoholic buzz finally makes me feel warm all over. Or maybe it’s the curious heads turning. Surprisingly no one dares to approach. Their dance partners near slapping them every time they slow down to look my way.

Shrugging inwardly I twirl around as if no one else is in the room, busting out my favorite dance moves and teases memorized from countless youtube videos and dancer dvds.

Just as the second chorus hits a pair of hands land on my hips. Smirking I keep my back to them enjoying the feel of smooth silky material on my bare skin as they move closer.

“Betcha. We were destiny. I’m gonna getcha.”

Reaching my arm up to wrap around the back of their neck I can’t help giggling at the feel of their grip tightening on my hips; digging my fingers into their soft strands. Feeling their lips brush against my neck I decided that it’s time to turn around, my eyes widening at the familiar pair of brown eyes and smirking lips.

Backing away as the music slows down I take a good look at him, his outfit looking even more stunning up close. We circle around each other like predator and prey, not daring to take that first step closer to the other. Not quite ready to go in for the kill.

He licks his lips as his eyeliner eyes meet mine again, showing off his own moves as the beat kicks back in. I stand there awestruck at the art of broad shoulders and thick thighs moving about before starting back up on my own groove; him being quick enough to compliment my movements.

We draw in closer and closer to each other until the chorus hits again. I dance around him as he watches with an amused smirk, my cheeks flushing as I notice his hard stare set on me.

“You’re gonna be mine, I. Oh baby in time, I.”

“Betcha. It’s something certain ma girl I meet ya.”

As the last of the song plays he pulls me in, holding my hand up and gripping my waist with the other before whispering the final words in my ear, “You’re gonna be mine.”

Looking into his warm brown eyes I glance down at the mole above his pretty lips, licking my own subconsciously before I can stop it. His own orbs shoot down to capture the action, slowly leaning in until the rambunctious noise of drunk people cheering breaks the atmosphere.

Snapping out of my daze I step out of his arms, blinking at him in shock from a safe distance as he keeps his eyes on me a frown beginning to form on his lips.

“Riley!”

Gulping with a headache coming on I spin around to a mad looking Jenny. “J-Jen–”

She shakes her head, grabbing my wrist, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” She throws a glare over my shoulder, quickly making way back out of the crowd of grinding bodies.

I can’t help shooting one last look back myself as a familiar Grande song plays, not missing the daring smirk and challenging quirk of brow on his handsome face.

“Jenny.” I begin as she practically drags me back to the bar. “Jenny, who is he?”

She wordlessly points at a barstool and I take a seat, accepting the water bottle she hands me.

She sighs running a hand through her short, faded blue hair. “He is Byun Baekhyun.” Sending me a pointed look she continues with distaste clear in her voice. “The notorious playboy on campus.”

Remembering the feel of his hands on my hips and lips on my neck I blush in realization; turning near scarlet as Jenny crosses her arms with a knowing look on her face. “Oh.”

She sighs as my eyes flicker to a brunet man coming up behind her. “Yeah, so drink a bit of that and we’ll head on out–” Gasping a look of pure shock and a flash of fear crosses her face as he wraps his arms around her. She turns around on the spot, “J-Jongdae?”

The man with light-brown hair grins lazily, “Hey babe.”

Judging by his sluggish movements and her stiff expression he is shit-faced drunk and she knows it. Sighing once again she pats his chest, glancing over at me. “Let me help you get to your room, Dae.” Barely responding he lets her drape his arm over her shoulder, her tiny form managing to stand them both up.

I stand up to assist but she just shook her head, sending me one last apologetic look before slowly walking him in the direction of the stairs.

Minseok even shoots me a sympathetic look as I notice a man approaching out of the corner of my eye. Sipping steadily I ignore him as he leans across the counter most likely ordering a drink. My eyes seem to naturally drift over to where I last saw the infamous Byun Baekhyun. A twinge of disappointment pricking my chest when I see no silver hair insight.

“Hey,” A voice whispering in my ear has me jumping back, looking at the stranger with furrowed brows. It’s the same guy I saw walking up earlier.

“You come here often?” He continues his eyes lazily gazing over my form. If it wasn’t for his obviously reeking breath just from his unstable stance alone everyone in the room can see he’s drunk.

Feeling like I’ve had enough social interaction for the night—which I have—I turn back to my water, nearly downing the rest of the bottle. A hard nudge to my ribs has me wincing full-on glaring at the obnoxious person. “Want me to get you a drink?” He tries a smirk growing on his face as he stares at mine.

“No.” I pointedly say through gritted teeth; crushing the empty water bottle in my hand.

He chuckles at the sight brushing badly dyed blonde hair out of his eyes. “Oh well, your loss cutie.”

Leaning over to share farewells with Minseok I slowly relax my grip on the squeezed plastic, swiftly walking away from the bar. Realizing yet again that Jenny is busy and my ride I sigh venturing farther into the house. “The bathrooms have to be somewhere,” I mumble listening close to every door before daring to touch the knob. No matter how loud the music is out front people really don’t know how to tone it down on the pornographic noises. I lean away from the last door on the main left hallway with a deep sigh and heavy bladder.

Noticing a shorter darker hallway adjoined to it I peek my head around the corner. No noise seems to come from this part of the house. I have the sudden urge to bring out my phone as a guide until I remember how easy it’ll be to drop it in my state. With a shake of my head, I carefully listen through the first door; deeming it safe and opening to a nicely decorated bathroom.

Before I get the chance to enter I’m roughly yanked back and spun around, finding myself pressed up to the wall by that fucking douchebag from earlier.

“Gotcha.” He chuckles breath even more disgusting than last time.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing,” My brows raise more with my voice. “But if you don’t back the fuck up we’re going to have a prob-”

He slaps a hand over my mouth, my eye twitching at the feel of sweat and god knows what else contaminating my skin. “The only problem,” He begins scarily calm, the humor fading from his face as he tightens his grip. “Is your fucking mouth.”

My eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing, using all my strength to push him off. Unfortunately, the man seems to be made of steel rather than muscle as he doesn’t move an inch beside the bruising grip on my wrist. I flinch pressing my back as close to the wall as possible as he leans in with a cruel chuckle shaking his head. Sighing at the turn of events I put on a fearful look hiding the hate in my eyes as he looks into mine, sickly satisfied.

“Now this,” He drags a hand down my waist, grossly chapped lips growing closer to mine, “Is more like it-”

Before I can stomp with all my might on his foot, he’s falling over with a yelp. Another figure just behind him with a textbook in his hands. “What have I fucking told you about showing your face around here, Lee?” His voice is calm with a cutting edge underneath.

I stay pressed to the wall slowly inching away as he goes to stand over the whimpering man on the floor. “What about not bringing your sick fucking ass around did you not understand?” He kicks him hard in the ribs, “Drinking my alcohol and harassing my guests.”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

“Hey you.” The mystery man calls out. Noting that we are the only ones in the hall, I freeze.

He takes a peek over at me before crouching in front of the pathetically crying man, although come to think of it if someone slammed my head with a book I’d be sobbing too. “I’ll deal with you later.” He moves to slowly stand, and with a new sense of adrenaline; I bolt. Barely making it around the corner when a pair of arms wrap around me.

“Hey.” He mumbles picking me up with strength as I thrash in his arms. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He sighs, squeezing his unfairly strong arms around me. I growl in frustration, cursing the male population as I lay limp, staring up at the ceiling in a daze as he carries me to who knows where. Closing my eyes in a stressed manner I tense at the feeling of climbing upstairs.

“Relax.” He says again, kicking a door open and setting me down on a bed like a child. When he moves away I quickly sit up prepared to jump back onto my feet even as the room starts to spin. He’s already closing the door; locking it before turning back to me with his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re staying here.”

“Excuse me.” I aim to snap only for it to come out as a pathetic wavering reply. He uncrosses his arms as I take a closer look at him; my brain taking a second to register the silver hair on his head. It’s in a fluffy more boyish state over his forehead than it was earlier out on the floor. Byun Baekhyun. He takes a step closer and I back away on instinct, heart nearly racing out my chest as he stands before me.

He crouches down to my level, cupping my face in his large hand. For some reason, I don’t flinch back at the warm contact; lost in his eyes that turn concerned as he brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You’re crying.” He mumbles a frown on his face.

I am? I blink a few times, reaching up to wipe the blur from my eyes but freezing again as he does it for me; gently brushing my tears aside.

“Jenny is going to kill me.” He sighs hand dropping as he stands back up to his full height. Taking him in once again, I notice the absence of his waist jacket; it is draped over the back of a desk chair in the corner of the room.

“Alright, lay back.” He says running a hand through his hair.

My heart drops below my feet as my face burns scarlet. “W-What?”

“I’m tucking you in.” His brows raise meaningfully as he reaches down for my boots; carefully unbuckling and zipping with nimble fingers.

Suddenly hit with all the events of the evening all at once, from the drinking to dancing to panic to this, with tear-filled eyes I blurt out an “I-I need to go…bathroom.”

He looks up at me midway through pulling off the first boot. “Let’s get these off first, okay?”

All I can do is nod as he keeps his eyes on me, gently rubbing my ankle. After my shoes are off he picks me up again even though my legs are perfectly fine just to set me down in front of his personal bathroom two feet away from the bed.

Taking a few minutes to use the bathroom and get myself together, I clumsily walk back out into the room. This time he guides me back to bed with a hand resting respectfully on my waist. Everything after that is a blur. Only a sense of comfort and the smell of vanilla before my head hits the pillow.

  Even the slightest headache after a night of partying puts me in an unpleasant mood for the rest of the day. I can already feel one coming on as I nuzzle deeper into my pillow, surprisingly soft as a baby’s blanket with a hint of vanilla-

Opening my eyes they nearly pop out at the unfamiliar surroundings and even more so at the large t-shirt covering my chest. I sit up in a rush and pull at the loose white material feeling a little silly at the thought that I have seen this same shirt once before. Looking back at the pillow it is indeed covered with a blue baby’s blanket; the material fluffy and warm to the touch. I flush at the obvious hint of wetness on it. First I sleep in another person’s bed and then I drool!?

Can the ground just open up and swallow me whole.

Burying my face in my hands I sigh deeply, working my nerve before leaping out of the unfairly comfortable bed. Mansion. I conclude taking note of the grand windows and elegant doors. Peeking out of the bedroom I tug down on the bottom of my shirt. The material nearly brushing the back of my knees bringing me comfort as I make my way down the hall; holding the wall with my hand on my forehead as I search for the stairs. Luckily they’re not hard to find.

Moving down each step as slow and quiet as possible, my sock-clad feet silently glide across the wooden ground floor.

“You get lucky last night, Byun?” A barely familiar voice teases. I look towards an open area recognizing it as the side I didn’t venture through last night.

My eyes widen in realization; all of last night’s events flooding my mind. Oh god. I run quietly to lean my back against the wall behind the bar.

“Yes,” Baekhyun replies after a short pause, “But not…quite in the way you’d expect.”

“What does that even mean?” The other voices my thoughts, the twinkle of silverware sliding across a glass plate filling the silence.

“..I-”

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop, is it?”

Flinching away from the unfamiliar deep voice I look up at a tall man with big eyes and oddly adorable ears to match. Though the serious expression on his face is not one to mess with. Filled with a sense of guilt and dread I nervously lick my lips,“I-”

“Do you not know the rules?” He squints looking me over scrutinizingly with a condescending hum. “You must be new, so I’ll tell you this.”

Already guessing where this is going as the situation at hand continues to dawn on me, I blink back at him with a blank face.

“You are supposed to leave the house as soon as you are finished or to be gone the next day.” His eyes run over me in disapproval. “Not in Baekhyun’s clothes intruding on breakfast. However..” He licks his lips a smirk forming. “You’re pretty cute.”

I lean back as he crowds my space, bracing his hand on the wall next to my head. “How ‘bout this…” He whispers into my ear. “Wait up in my room and we can forget this ever happened.” He pulls back to smirk down at me, “You don’t want to lose Baekhyun’s favor, do you-”

“Park Chanyeol!”

The loud clang of metal against something solid echoes in the air, ‘Chanyeol’ groaning loudly as he steps to the side. “Baek what the fuck.” He hisses clutching the back of his head.

A body steps in between us; familiar broad shoulders decked in a leather jacket with a cap on their head. “Stay away from her.” Baekhyun mutters a frying pan in his hands.

“What do you mean you didn’t get laid, Baekhy-" A familiar brunet freezes soon after rounding the corner, eyeing all of us warily. "Do I even want to know?

Baekhyun clenches his jaw. "This,” He gestures to me, “Is Jenny’s friend.”

Both men drop their jaws at the same time. “Oh fuck.”

20 minutes later I’m back in my dress seated between a timid Jongdae and tense Baekhyun at a glass dining table.

“So… Riley was it?” Chanyeol clears his throat awkwardly.

“Yeah.” I can’t help wincing at the atmosphere. The combination of his fearful tone, Jongdae’s curious stare, and Baekhyun’s arms crossed over his chest adding onto my anxiety.

The giant turns around, walking by a watchful Baekhyun to slide the scrambled eggs onto my plate. “I’m sorry about earlier.” He mumbles rubbing the back of his neck, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

I quickly shake my head feeling 3 sets of eyes on me. “No no, no need, it’s all good.” Cracking a small smile I focus on his chest only concealed by a tacky baby pink apron. The sight making me chuckle internally. “And thank you for the eggs.”

He shakes his head fluffy blonde locks bouncing at the action, “No problem.” With an equally small smile, he walks off with the pan in the direction of what I presume is the kitchen.

“So…” Jongdae breaks the silence, a mug of coffee between his palms. “How did you and Baekhyun meet?”

That stare I’m growing way too familiar with falls on me again as I pick at my food. “Well,” Subconsciously looking around I spot an unopened Dr. Pepper bottle across the table. Before I think too much on it, I reach over to grab it; stretching farther when it barely grazes my fingertips.

A slender hand grabs it easily, placing it in front of me as my heart picks up. Barely sparing Baekhyun a glance, I open the bottle and take a swig with slightly flushed cheeks. “We met on the floor last night-”

“Really?” Jongdae blinks a bit of disbelief in his voice. “Huh. Usually the bi-” He takes a peek behind me and stops with a cough, bring his mug to his lips. “Women Baekhyun meets end up in his bed by the end of the night." 

Lifting a brow I ignore the obviously glaring man behind me. "I’m not one of those women.”

Jongdae throws his head back in laughter, coffee forgotten as his rambunctious noise fills the air. “Right.” He chuckles. “That’s what they all say till they’re shoving his cock in their mouth.”

Overcome with rage and embarrassment, I throw my napkin onto my cold eggs standing up so fast my chair screeches in protest.

Baekhyun gets up as well as I pointedly march out into the front of the house.

“Riley… Riley!”

I yank my wrist from his hold breathing deeply as he grabs it again, pulling me to face him. “What.”

He looks me over, messy silver hair flopped onto his forehead as I wonder what state my own is in. “I’m sorry, Jongdae is just-”

“Is he right?” I cut him off staring him down even as I have to keep my head tilted up. “Is he right to assume those things about me? About you?”

All Baekhyun has to offer is an unreadable stare. I pull away from his hold and walk back out the double doors I regret ever entering in the first place.

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[yoonjinkooked]

Daddy Day Care  |  Chapter 2

pairing; jungkook/female OC

genre; fluff, romcom, smutty in the future, Dad!Jungkook rating; explicit (IN FUTURE CHAPTERS ONLY, not yet) words; this chapter 3319, total so far (8071)

— synopsis; Jeongguk is your average 25-year-old - job, work, friends - everything regular. Except, he has a 5 year old daughter. And he’s single. Until a “princess” waltzes into his life.

warnings for this chapter: You will want to have Jungkook’s children. Failed attempts at flirting. Banter. Cursing. I borrowed two Mamamoo members for this story too, paired up with Yoongi and Namjoon. 

How?

How did it get to this?

I was perfectly fine with just going along with this in order to make Jin shut up for the time being. I was more than ready to spend the entire night sitting alone at the bar, knowing my facial expressions do not make me appear approachable to the girls that look my way. I was ready for my brother to disappear and hit the dance floor with some random girl, while the loud bass turns my brains into pudding as I wait for the right time to leave without giving Jin an excuse to criticize me for not trying.

That’s exactly how the first hour of the night went. But then Jiwoo showed up.

Jiwoo with a cute smile, pretty eyes and a hot body. Jiwoo, who wasn’t put off by my unfriendly stance and who approached me with her hand outstretched. And she’s still here, despite my lame attempts at flirting.

I wasn’t flirting at first – I was just being polite. Despite what Jin might think, this isn’t exactly something I want. I don’t really want a one night stand, to pick up a random chick at a bar. But I also don’t want to find a wife and get married and have more kids.

So what am I supposed to do?

I thought, why the hell not. She’s cute, she’s hot, she’s nice and she’s here. Who cares if she is funny or if she likes coffee or tea, lazy Sundays, if she prefers Friends or The Big Bang Theory? Who fucking cares?

“You really are like a fish out of water here,” she chuckles, twirling her finger over the rim of her drink, a bright pink concoction.

“That obvious, huh?” I laugh, rubbing my neck as I let the nerves get the best of me. I know I don’t fit in, I’m not blind and hell, I’m not even trying to fit in. But to have it rubbed into my face isn’t pleasant.

“Yes,” she laughs. “What do you normally do? Where do you go out if you don’t fit in here?”

“Honestly, the park,” I laugh at my own answer.

“The park?”

“Yeah,” I nod, knowing I might as well just go out with the truth. “I have a daughter.”

Why was I expecting a different reaction?

It’s always shock. Shock, because wow, I’m young. Shock because wait, am I still with the kid’s mom? Shock because oh my god, how noble of me to give up my youth in order to raise a kid. Always shock.

Every damn time, the reaction is the same. I have a daughter, not a second head.

“You have a daughter?” she asks, as if she isn’t sure she heard me well.

“Yeah, a five year old daughter,” I nod. Isn’t it ironic? She didn’t approach me because she wanted something serious. She either just wanted a conversation or a casual fling. One rarely aims to find a partner in a night club. She didn’t want anything serious and yet she’s still taken aback.

“Wow,” she mumbles, looking down at her drink. “How old were you when…?”

“20. Young and stupid. And she’s still the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Wow,” she smiles up at me. “That’s really lovely. Wow. Thank you for the talk Jeongguk, I gotta get back to my friends,” her smile is forced as she tries to find an escape route. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sure you will,” I doubt it.

It always happens like this.

And on the other hand, as much as I want to, I can’t blame the women that don’t want to meddle into something like this. I imagine it would be pretty hard to accept the fact that you’re not the number one girl in the life of the guy you’re with.

Jiwoo running away from me killed my mood yet again and when I confirm that Jin is preoccupied with some blonde, I pay my bill and leave, knowing damn well I will not be returning to the club anytime soon.

                                                            …

 “So, what are you going to say?” I ask Eunmi, leaning down to pull back the hair that fell over her face, smiling at the way she grips the bag with the present.

“Happy Birthday Unnie Hyejin,” she rehearses and I laugh at her faked enthusiasm. She’s acting as if Hyejin is right in front of her. “Was that good?” she asks, looking up at me with a frown.

“It was perfect sweetie,” I confirm before ringing the doorbell. In a matter of seconds, Namjoon opens it.

“Happy Birthday Unnie Hyejin!” Eunmi all but yells, making both Namjoon and me laugh.

“Wrong Unnie honey,” Namjoon laughs as he ruffles her hair. “Run along, she’s inside. And Jiyoo wants to show you her new doll house.”

Those are the magic words for Eunmi – she literally runs into their house, only stopping to kick of her shoes. She barely even looks at Hyejin as she hands her the bag, blurting out her congratulations and running to the room of her friend, making all of us laugh at her antics.

“She’s too much like you,” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Babe, don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” Hyejin shakes her head at Namjoon, before smiling at me. “Our Jungkookie is the biggest sweetheart there is.”

“You’ve obviously never watched football with him,” Namjoon comments.

“I have my moments, okay?”

I hug Hyejin, wish her a happy birthday and walk into the living room, expecting it to be full but I only see Yoongi and Byulyi inside. Nonetheless, I hug them and I take the beer Namjoon brought me in the speed of light.

“I thought you’re organizing a party,” I point out but Hyejin just shrugs.

“I am,” she tells me. “A dinner party. The kids are playing, we’re here, ready to drink like adults?”

“Meaning, you four like two stable couples and me like the fifth wheel?” I laugh.

“Oh, she took care of that,” Byulyi laughs, only to laugh even more at my confused expression.

“We’ve tried stopping her,” Yoongi lifts his hands in the air, before sitting back on the sofa. “We told her not to do it but when she puts her mind on something, there’s no helping it.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Namjoon mumbles under his breath and earns a hit on the chest from his wife. “See, this is abuse.”

“Oh, this is not abuse babe,” she gives him an angelic smile.

“Never mind your antics; what the hell have you done noona?” I ask Hyejin, going back to the subject of me not being a fifth wheel after all. Honestly, I’m scared to know what she has done.

“I invited one more person, okay? It’s my party, I can do what I want.”

“Not when you’re trying to set him up,” Yoongi laughs.

“What?”

“Told you he wouldn’t like it.”

“Wait, what?”

“See?”

“Set me up with whom?”

“Oh it’s not a set up,” she sighs. “I just invited Gayoon, that’s all.”

“Who’s Gayoon?” I ask.

“You don’t know Gayoon?” Byulyi asks in confusion.

“Should I?”

“Well, seeing as she’s one of the teachers in the kindergarten your kid goes to, yeah,” Yoongi laughs.

Wait, what? I go over the names and faces in my head and I am 99% sure I have never met any teacher with the name of Gayoon. And Eunmi doesn’t go to a big kindergarten.

“Okay, I don’t know if I’m an idiot but I honestly don’t know a Gayoon.”

“She works part time,” Hyejin shrugs. “Maybe you just never ran into her. She’s…” suddenly, Hyejin is interrupted by the doorbell. “Here.”

I’m still a bit taken aback by the set up – not set up that is going on but when I look around at Hyejin’s accomplices, all of them just shrug. Whatever she had in mind, she didn’t share too much with anyone. And she did say it’s not a set up.

“Guys, I really hope-“

“GAYOON!” I’m interrupted with the sound of Eunmi screaming from the top of her lungs and running through the hallway. I watch in confusion, hearing her laugh with someone – Gayoon, I suppose.

“You saw me yesterday Eunmi,” I hear laughter.

“I know but I want you to play with us,” Eunmi responds.

“Now Eunmi, don’t steal Gayoon from us,” Hyejin laughs, as she walks into the living room, followed by my sulking daughter and Gayoon.

Wait.

It’s Elsa.

“Hey guys,” she waves, looking around the living room, not even doing a double take. But I do.

It’s Elsa. The girl in the Elsa costume.

“Gayoon,” Hyejin speaks up, snapping me from the wait, I know that girl daze. “You’re frozen! Let’s get you warmed up. Do you want some mulled wine? It’ll warm you up in no time?” she gives the girl a fond look, rubbing her shoulders despite the jacket she is wearing.

“I need a warm up too, pour it up,” Byulyi jokes but offers her glass to her friend without a blink.

“Yes, please,” Gayoon responds, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to warm up. “It really got super cold outside. Oh, you’re new,” she suddenly looks at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m Gayoon,” she waves for a second, only to go back to warming up her hands.

“Jungkookie over here is Eunmi’s dad,” Namjoon elaborates before I have a chance to introduce myself.

“Oh,” she looks at me again, this time obviously focusing on my facial features. “I see the resemblance. Eunmi is a sweet kiddo. Nice to meet you, Jungkookie.”

“Jeongguk,” I flinch when I hear a complete stranger calling me by that nickname but she didn’t know any better. “Nice to meet you too,” I smile.

“How come you’ve never met before?” Yoongi asks, looking between the two of us.

“I’ve only ever met Eunmi’s mother,” Gayoon shrugs. Great, let’s talk about my ex now! “It shouldn’t be a surprise though; I’m usually done with work by the time kids get picked up. Thank you,” she smiles at Hyejin when she takes her mulled wine, before sitting down on the sofa next to Namjoon. “Now we know each other.”

“Um… we’ve actually met before,” I mumble, debating whether or not that is a piece of information I want to share. She frowns in confusion.

“Have we?”

“You were dressed as Elsa,” I explain, and watch as her confusion only grows. “Just some days ago, when I was going to pick up Eunmi from a birthday party-“

“Oh my god,” she gasps, suddenly remembering. Immediately, color rushes into her cheeks. “I am so sorry.”

“What have you done Gayoon?” Byulyi laughs at her.

“I cursed. A lot,” she closes her eyes, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry. That’s not how one wants to see their kid’s teacher. If it makes you feel any better, I am there only part time and I can assure you I have never ever, ever, used that kind of language around them. Shit, I’m so sorry. No, wait. Shit, no. Oh god, I’m just going to shut up,” she sighs before taking a sip of her wine and looking away.

We all laugh at her but the moment I see her shaking her head in shame, I feel bad. “Hey, come on, nothing to apologize for. Honestly, for a father, I have to be careful how I talk around her. If she blurts something out, she probably heard it from me, not you.”

“Ah, the never ending pain of watching your mouth,” Hyejin shakes her head as she scoots closer to Namjoon, who automatically throws an arm around her shoulders. Good lord, it’s sickening to watch just how well they work together. If I look at them any longer, I might just get green with envy. “I can’t wait for the day she grows up and knows what we say, why we say it and why she shouldn’t say it.”

“Here’s to double standards,” Yoongi raises his bottle of be and while we all laugh, we all raise our respective drinks too. Parenting is a never ending chain of double standards. You want your kid to do better than you but you also don’t want your kid to make the mistakes you did, all the while knowing that maybe, just maybe, you should let them do their own thing.

Thank god Eunmi is five and still needs my help when tying her shoes. When the day comes when she doesn’t want to listen to me, curses, makes mistakes I warn her about, I think I might just end up flinging myself from the top of a building. Thank god she’s still just five.

“How about we eat first, and then whine?” Namjoon suggests. “I’m starving!”

                                                            …

 A fancy dinner party was out of the question the moment Hyejin added ‘bring the kids’. There’s no way we can sit and have an adult conversation when we have chicken to cut.

“I feel like I have forgotten an accessory,” Gayoon chuckles and it takes us all a moment to realize what she refers to. She’s the only one without a kid – Namjoon has mashed potatoes over his hands while Hyejin is trying to tie their daughter’s hair. Yoongi is reaching for the carrots while Byulyi is trying to make space on Jia’s plate. And I’m ordered to cut the pieces smaller than I had cut them seconds ago. The accessory she’s referring to is a kid.

“Wanna change?” Byulyi glares at her, waving with a pea stuck on the fork. “Enjoy your freedom, woman.”

“Don’t threaten me with a pea,” Gayoon returns the glare. “But you’re all so cute.”

“No, Eunmi,” I sigh, taking the bread from her hands. “We don’t bite – we tear pieces,” I instruct before handing her the piece of bread back.

“But dad,” she looks up at me with confusion written all over her face. “You bite bread all the time.”

I can hear several attempts to cover laugher. Pretty positive I am red in the face, I smile down at Eunmi. “Not anymore I don’t. We’re nice and polite and we tear.”

“Okay,” she shrugs, proceeding to tear up the piece of bread in two.

“You two are so sweet together, you’re giving me cavities,” Gayoon comments, looking like she is about to burst into tears or at the very least let out a loud AWWWW.

Wait, she thinks we’re cute? Eunmi, of course, but me? Cute? Of all the things?

“Miss Gayoon, what are cavities?” Eunmi frowns at her.

“Sweetie, just Gayoon,” she corrects her. “No need to call me Miss when we’re not in kindergarten. And cavities… well, when you don’t wash your teeth right, they get all bad and black, which is why we need to wash them after every meal. The black things? Those are cavities. They make your teeth go bad,” she explains Eunmi with a sweet smile. Okay, maybe cute fits her too.

“Why would they give you cavities?” Jia peeks under her father’s arm.

“It’s something we say when someone is sweet,” Hyejin jumps in to save the day. “Gayoon meant that Eunmi and her dad look very sweet – because sweet food is not that good for your teeth.”

“Mom, does that mean I can’t have chocolate cake because my teeth will fall out?” Jiyoo looks at Hyejin in pure horror.

A collective, parent groan carries through the room.

Finally, after we finished our dinner, mostly composed from what the kids left on their plates when they were done, we slowly made our way back to the living room, sporadically checking in on the three little girls that were playing with their favorite toys. It’s our luck that the three of them truly get on well.

Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said we will eat first, then whine.

Byulyi is still struggling with her insomnia, which is also affecting Yoongi’s insomnia so basically, the both of them end up spending way too much time with each other, insisting that now, they hate each other. And we all laugh, we all join in but whether the two of them are aware of it or not, Yoongi’s hand reaches for hers every few minutes, as if he can’t last without actually touching her.

Namjoon, Hyejin and I all have work worries, ranging from having a dick of a boss, not having enough work or simply feeling miserable at the end of every single day. The only one of us that seems to be faring well is Gayoon, who also happens to be the only one without a kid attached at her hip.

The girl is cute for sure, as I previously confirmed. She’s funny and fairly intelligent, able to keep up with Byulyi’s comebacks like a champ. She stood her ground quite well, whether the conversation was about child education, football or the latest slow cooker appliance.

“Sweetie, what is it with you?” Hyejin’s eyebrows furrow. “You look tired and a bit… out of it, I suppose.”

Tired? Out of it? She’s stunning!

Okay, I’m blowing it out of proportion. She isn’t Miss Universe or anything like that, but she has a sweet face and a pretty smile that makes her eyes wrinkle and dimples… okay, I’m stopping.

“It’s the stupid Christmas party,” she sighs, letting her head fall onto Byulyi’s shoulder. If I was to do that, she would push me right off. Byulyi is like that but for some reason, this girl has her whipped. “And we still don’t have the stupid Santa!”

“Oh no,” Namjoon raises his hands in protest. “No way. No way in hell. I was Santa last year and I swore on all that’s holy that I will never go into that suit again!”

“Namjoon, please-“ Gayoon starts.

“Nope. No way. Direct those puppy eyes to someone else, I’m not doing it,” Namjoon shakes his head.

“I mean, I guess I could do it,” Yoongi shrugs and we all are startled at the loud snort laugh that came from Byulyi.

“Yeah right,” she laughs. “You’re never going to be Santa ever again. You made three kids cry two years ago, need I remind you?”

“That kid called me an old fart when I said I’m not giving him a PlayStation!” Yoongi fights back.

“Yeah well, you, dressed as Santa, told him Santa is not real,” Byulyi jumps up. “You are permanently forbidden from being Santa Claus ever again. And by the way, you are an old fart.”

“You’re older than I am,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“And yet I am still fabulous.”

“The girl still doesn’t have a Santa, leave your marital bickering for later,” Hyejin rolls her eyes. “Who could-,” my blood freezes when she looks directly at me, a hint of a smirk appearing on her face. I try to beg her silently, I do my best to make her read my mind and not do it but the smirk only grows. “And what about Jungkookie? He could be Santa?” Hyejin strikes the last nail into my coffin.

“You could?” Gayoon looks at me, her eyes lighting up. “Please?” she begs me.

“I mean, I don’t know if-“

“Please?” she whines. “Please Jungkook, you’d be a life saver.”

“Yeah Jungkookie, be her lifesaver,” Namjoon chuckles and if the situation was any less obvious, I would have kicked him right then and there. Right in the jewels.

“Please?” Gayoon begs again. “I’m baking a shit tone of cookies and you’ll get to eat like… half of them?”

“Sold,” I blurt out, making all of them laugh. “If you said there was food involved, I would have volunteered instantly.”

Yeah, that’s a lie, but I might as well appear charming.

“Yay!” she smiles, clapping her hands together. “Just be there next Saturday, 10 o’clock, on the dot.”

Oh good lord, what have I done?

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[classic-rock-roller]

1. For your group cover of Buried Alive, Sean was given the opportunity to do the mallet percussion (marimbas and xylophones and such), and he gladly accepted. In the studio, you’re all marveling at his setup (you, your band, NSP + Arin, and QR). Bonham walks behind one of the vibraphones and Sean says to her, “Bons, sing me a song on your xylophone machine.” She picks up a mallet and very deliberately hits one singular note without drawing the mallet back, resulting in a metallic thump. Who stuck around to look at the setup, and what do they all say in reaction to her “song”?

Danny, I, Rudy, and Sean stuck around for her song. Carlos and Frankie were tussling on the floor. Erik and Linus were setting up their instruments. Arin was talking to Suzy and Kevin tried to get me to come to the bathroom with him but I said no so he went on his own. 

Me: Pretty cool. 

Rudy and Dan are talking so they haven’t said anything yet besides trading notes about bass playing. 

Sean: That sounded great!

2. You and Bonham are in the Game Grumps studio after you’re finished filming the Power Hour, and you’re talking with Dan and Arin. Arin is describing a difficult game they’re playing, and has a screencap of it on his phone and is asking Dan for advice. “Dude, I think you need to go down under there.” Dan says. “Down Under? I love that song!” Bonham says. “Yeah, it’s great.” Arin says, and proceeds to sing it like this. Bonham laughs, thinking it’s funny. How do you and Danny respond?

Me: Oh my god, my ears. 

Danny is laughing hysterically. 

3. You, Bonham, Sean, and Kevin were invited to do Table Flip with the Game Grumps. You’ll be playing Cards Against Humanity. The game is going well until about halfway through. Bonham says, “Man, I’m losing something fierce.” Danny says, “If you want to start winning we could add the Strip rules.” How does she respond and what do the rest of you say? (you, Sean, Kevin, Arin, Danny, Suzy, Barrry, Ross)

Bons: Sure!

Me: I’m good. I’ll leave the room if you do since you know no spectators. 

Kevin *already unzipping his pants*: I love a good game of strip cards. 

Sean is blushing a deep red color. 

Danny: Oh my god, Kevin. Put your pants back on. 

Arin: What did you expect him to do when you suggested strip cards?

Suzy, Barry, and Ross are kind of just surprised by how crazy the three of us can be and I vault over the table and tackle Kevin to keep him from pulling off his pants. (because MOST of the time he wears nothing underneath) 

4. Your band is onstage one night and for one of your songs you let Bonham have an extended solo so the rest of you can have a break. She walks forward to center stage and gets through about four bars before there’s a weird creaking overhead. You all think nothing of it, until a stage light comes crashing down, taking Bonham with it. What happens next and how does everyone react?

I scream, “Oh my god!” And run out to her while our manager is screaming at me not to be stupid because another light may fall. I push the light off her and make sure she’s still breathing while Sean calls 911. She ends up being fine just bad burns from the light and a broken leg. I stay with her in the hospital until she wakes up and makes sure to make her feel better because the burns really hurt and she’s got fish skin on her arms and leg which she doesn’t understand and I have to explain to her. 

5. You get home one day to find Bonham sleeping on the dog bed in the living room. “What are you doing?” you ask. She says, “The dog is in my bed, so I left her there.” How do you respond?

“Aww, that’s adorable. But couldn’t you have squeezed in with her?”

6. Sean and Bonham are playing Super Smash Bros. one day, with you and Kevin watching. Bonham’s beating his ass, and he’s pissed. “This doesn’t make sense, I know all the combos,” he says. Bonham laughs a little and says, “But the combos are useless against BUTTON MASHING!!!” before spamming a single button and winning the match. How does Sean react and how do you and Kevin respond?

Sean: “Seriously?!” 

Kevin: Never play against Bons, she always wins. 

Me: Yup, she always does. 

7. You and Sean and Kevin are watching Bonham play Paper Mario one day, and she’s gotten to the final boss, the Shadow Queen. The Queen is monologuing, and in it she says, “I shall punish you.” Bonham responds with, “Ooh, spank me daddy.” That’s weird and you all know it. How do you all respond?

Kevin *looking towards me*: You should call me daddy. 

Me: Gasps (covers Sean’s ears) There are children present! And no I will not call you that its gross. 

Sean: You know I’m like 24 right? But still...ewwww

8. You’re in the car with Bonham and Chuck one day, when you come upon a magnet-driving bus. Chuck is driving, and the bus is sticking right next to him. He takes a big breath and grips the steering wheel tightly. “What’s up, you nervous?” you ask him. He shrieks, “I HAVE A FEAR OF BEING ALONGSIDE BUSES!” How do you and Bonham respond?

Me: Really? It’s just a bus. what could happen?

Bons: It’s a bus. You’re fine. 

9. You and Bonham are in the Game Grumps studio after filming the power hour. You slip away to grab a drink from the fridge, and when you get back, you see Bonham and Dan dancing like this to that song and Arin is filming it on his phone. When they finish, you ask, “What are you doing?” Arin responds, “We’re making a video for tha ‘Gram.” (Instagram). How do Bonham and Dan respond and what do you say?

Dan and Bons are laughing hysterically while doing it and I roll my eyes, “Do people seriously like watching this?” Bons and Dan pull me in then and go, “Come on stop being a sourpuss.” I slowly start dancing with them and I laugh along with them. 

10. You’re in the Game Grumps studio hanging out waiting for editing to finish up so you can see the final cut, and when Bonham went to get her lunch from the fridge, Danny and Arin got into her phone and are scrolling through her pictures/videos. You hear Danny say, “Holy shit, you gotta see this!” You go over to see what they found, and it’s an old video from when Bonham was in high school. It’s her choir doing a performance of The Rose (originally by Bette Midler), and she’s soloing. “I didn't know she used to sing, what happened?” Danny asks. “What are you doing?” Bonham has returned with her food. What do you, Arin, and Danny say?

Arin: You were so good! Why did you stop? 

Danny: Yeah, why did you stop singing? 

Me: She still does. On a lot of our early records, we shared singing and we did duets together. And she still does now. We just don’t do duets as much. I don’t know why we just don’t. For some reason, only one song that we dueted on ever broke into popular music. You have to really listen to our whole albums to hear the rest of her’s but they’re some of my favorites.  

11. Your band is doing a one-time-only live performance of your song with NSP for a talk show. You’re all ready to go on, but Sean is nowhere to be found. You all go to his dressing room to find it locked. Bonham knocks angrily and says, “What are you doing, come on!” Sean answers with, “Uh, I’m masturbating, like, furiously right now, so you’re going to have to wait.” How do you, Erik, Linus, and Danny respond?

I bang on the door, “Fucking seriously Sean Robert Parsons! You can’t keep it in your pants for another two hours!”

Erik and Linus are stifling giggles until I glare at them. 

Danny: Boy you’re angry, breaking out the middle AND last name. 

I bang on the door again and say, “You better fucking quit it right now or so help me god. I will barge my way in there and fucking pull you out. It’s nothing I haven't seen before.” 

Danny: What?!

Me: I live with Kevin remember. 

Sean opens the door then and goes, “Jesus ok.” 

_____________________

1) Your singer has gotten really drunk at one of Quiet Riot’s concerts. You’re trying to keep her from doing something stupid but she slips away from you. The next thing you hear is “Kevie!” and you see your singer wrapped in Kevin’s arms onstage and kissing him passionately. (luckily it wasn’t during a song). The crowd erupts in roars and wolf whistles. What does Kevin say to the crowd after they finish kissing and how do Carlos, Frankie, and Rudy respond? Do you drag your singer offstage?

2) You, your singer, your band, and Crüe are in a bar and all gathered around Tommy and your singer. There are several overturned shot glasses on the table and several other spectators. Tommy grabs one of the last shots and takes it before turning it over and going, “Your turn.” Your singer downs her second to last shot and then Tommy drinks his before promptly running to the bathroom. Your singer downs hers easily. How do you, Erik, Sean, Linus, Vince, Nikki, and Mick respond?

3) Your singer is exhausted from taking care of a two-year-old and a newborn after your band comes back from your hiatus. Sean is doing things to piss her off like going, “You missed coming in there by a quarter of a second.” Your singer gives him the look and both Erik and Linus visibly shrink back. “What’s that look for? You just look confused and constipated,” Sean asks. Your singer gets up in his face and goes, “This is my ‘you pissed me off face’...learn it well. For it will be the last thing you see before you’re shoved out of rehearsal for the rest of the day. Got it? I love you dearly but don’t fucking piss me off when I’m exhausted. You won’t like me then.” Just then newborn Eddie leaves out a piercing cry and Mal goes, “Mommy!” Your singer closes her eyes and huffs through her nose, “Coming, loves!” How do you, Sean, Erik, and Linus respond?

4) You are on the Power Hour with Dan and Arin and you’re talking about the many times your singer has punched assholes. Arin goes, “You need anger management.” Your singer looks at him and says, “I have anger management. It’s cursing you out in my head and then screaming to Cinderella n the drive home.” She then gives him a smirk, “Works every time.” How do you, Dan, and Arin respond?

5) You and your singer are on the Ten Minute Power Hour with Arin and Dan (she actually came to this one). While sitting at their table and working on projects, Danny sneezes, “You have cute, tiny kitten sneezes, Danny,” your singer says. How do you, Arin, and Dan respond?

6) You are with Arin and Danny while they practice axe throwing and Danny gets two axes stuck in the board, he turns around and screams, “I am a god!” Your singer says from behind her book, “Of curly hair, chips, and tripping over one's feet maybe.” Danny goes to her, “Why don’t you try then?” “Ok,” she places down her book and grabs the ax from him. She throws it and it hits dead center. I told you not to bet against me. It’s like throwing a switchblade,” she says as she hands him back the ax. How do you, Dan, Arin, and their cameraman Tucker respond?

7) You and your singer are on the Power Hour with Danny and Arin and your singer is off to the side getting something. When she hands it to Danny, he tries to give her a bug but she says, “Don’t hug me.” Danny says, “Aww, come on. Arin! Get over here! We have to hug Miss Sourpuss.” They envelope her in a hug between the two of them and Arin goes, “Aww, look an adorable carrot sandwich.” Your singer, squished between the two of them, goes, “I hate this,” and mouths to you, “HELP ME!” At that moment, Kevin barges in and goes, “HELLO! WHAT ARE WE DOING?!” Tucker goes, “I tried to stop him but he’s strong.” How do you, Arin, Dan, and Kevin respond to the hug and how do you, Dan, Arin, and your singer respond to Kevin?

8) You, Rudy, and Rudy’s brother, Robert, are behind some young teenage guys in line in a record store when you see one of them point out your band's new record with a picture of your band on the front of it and go, “That band’s weird because they’re singer is bi. I bet she’s slept with every member of their band and will die in a few years. She’s a whore and a slut.” You look over to Robert and he looks like he’s about to blow a gasket, “You boys better stop talking about her like that.” They turn around and the other boy goes, “Why? Because you’re her boyfriend, and you’re her bandmate, and you’re her friend? Big fucking deal. I can talk shit about her all I want. She’s a freak and I won’t be surprised if she’s murdered in a couple of months.” How do you, Rudy, and Robert respond?

9)  You and your singer are trying to get a very drunk Rudy and drunk Kevin home. You get the four of you into a cab and the cabby asks, “Where to?” Kevin screams, “Cocaine!” Your singer goes “No, No! We’d like to go back to our hotel please.” And she gives him the address. How do you and Rudy respond to Kevin?

10) You, Rudy, Kevin, and your singer went out to dinner and Kevin had one too many to drink. While you and Rudy are driving them home, Kevin keeps kissing your singer’s neck in the back of the car. “Kevin stop that,” your singer says as she swats him away. He then pins her underneath him and drunkenly says, “I wanna plant my seed.” Your singer tries to get out from under him. How do you, Rudy, and your singer respond to Kevin?

11) You and your singer are sitting at the kitchen table working on lyrics for your new album with War Angel. Kevin comes in and looks over your lyric sheets before going, “Yeah, this is shit.” Your singer says to him, “All of your songs are about sex or our sexual exploits. At least ours have actual meaning behind them besides, “I want to bang my wife into our bed till she passes out.” How do you and Kevin respond?

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[falsedescent]

1 In The Wee Small Hours by Frank Sinatra (Capitol) 1955

Actually, the very first 'concept' album. The idea being you put this record on after dinner and by the last song you are exactly where you want to be. Sinatra said that he's certain most baby boomers were conceived with this as the soundtrack.

2 Solo Monk by Thelonious Monk (Columbia) 1964

Monk said 'There is no wrong note, it has to do with how you resolve it'. He almost sounded like a kid taking piano lessons. I could relate to that when I first started playing the piano, because he was decomposing the music while he was playing it. It was like demystifying the sound, because there is a certain veneer to jazz and to any music, after a while it gets traffic rules, and the music takes a backseat to the rules. It's like aerial photography, telling you that this is how we do it. That happens in folk music too. Try playing with a bluegrass group and introducing new ideas. Forget about it. They look at you like you're a communist. On Solo Monk, he appears to be composing as he plays, extending intervals, voicing chords with impossible clusters of notes. 'I Should Care' kills me, a communion wine with a twist. Stride, church, jump rope, Bartok, melodies scratched into the plaster with a knife. A bold iconoclast. Solo Monk lets you not only see these melodies without clothes, but without skin. This is astronaut music from Bedlam.

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3 Trout Mask Replica by Captain Beefheart (Straight) 1969

The roughest diamond in the mine, his musical inventions are made of bone and mud. Enter the strange matrix of his mind and lose yours. This is indispensable for the serious listener. An expedition into the centre of the earth, this is the high jump record that'll never be beat, it's a merlot reduction sauce. He takes da bait. Dante doing the buck and wing at a Skip James suku jump. Drink once and thirst no more.

4 Exile On Main St. by Rolling Stones (Rolling Stones Records) 1972

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'I Just Want To See His Face' - that song had a big impact on me, particularly learning how to sing in that high falsetto, the way Jagger does. When he sings like a girl, I go crazy. I said, 'I've got to learn how to do that.' I couldn't really do it until I stopped smoking. That's when it started getting easier to do. [Waits's own] 'Shore Leave' has that, 'All Stripped Down', 'Temptation'. Nobody does it like Mick Jagger; nobody does it like Prince. But this is just a tree of life. This record is the watering hole. Keith Richards plays his ass off. This has the Checkerboard Lounge all over it.

5 The Sinking of the Titanic by Gavin Bryars (Point Music) 1975

This is difficult to find, have you heard this? It's a musical impression of the sinking of the Titanic. You hear a small chamber orchestra playing in the background, and then slowly it starts to go under water, while they play. It also has 'Jesus Blood' on it. I did a version of that with Gavin Bryars. I first heard it on my wife's birthday, at about two in the morning in the kitchen, and I taped it. For a long time I just had a little crummy cassette of this song, didn't know where it came from, it was on one of those Pacifica radio stations where you can play anything you want. This is really an interesting evening's music.

6 The Basement Tapes by Bob Dylan (Columbia) 1975

With Dylan, so much has been said about him, it's difficult so say anything about him that hasn't already been said, and say it better. Suffice it to say Dylan is a planet to be explored. For a songwriter, Dylan is as essential as a hammer and nails and a saw are to a carpenter. I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in - so the bootlegs I obtained in the Sixties and Seventies, where the noise and grit of the tapes became inseparable from the music, are essential to me. His journey as a songwriter is the stuff of myth, because he lives within the ether of the songs. Hail, hail The Basement Tapes. I heard most of these songs on bootlegs first. There is a joy and an abandon to this record; it's also a history lesson.

7 Lounge Lizards by Lounge Lizards (EG) 1980

They used to accuse John Lurie of doing fake jazz - a lot of posture, a lot of volume. When I first heard it, it was so loud, I wanted to go outside and listen through the door, and it was jazz. And that was an unusual thing, in New York, to go to a club and hear jazz that loud, at the same volume people were listening to punk rock. Get the first record, The Lounge Lizards. You know, John's one of those people, if you walk into a field with him, he'll pick up an old pipe and start to play it, and get a really good sound out of it. He's very musical, works with the best musicians, but never go fishing with him. He's a great arranger and composer with an odd sense of humour.

8 Rum Sodomy and the Lash by The Pogues (Stiff) 1985

Sometimes when things are real flat, you want to hear something flat, other times you just want to project onto it, something more like.... you might want to hear the Pogues. Because they love the West. They love all those old movies. The thing about Ireland, the idea that you can get into a car and point it towards California and drive it for the next five days is like Euphoria, because in Ireland you just keep going around in circles, those tiny little roads. 'Dirty Old Town', 'The Old Main Drag'. Shane has the gift. I believe him. He knows how to tell a story. They are a roaring, stumbling band. These are the dead end kids for real. Shane's voice conveys so much. They play like soldiers on leave. The songs are epic. It's whimsical and blasphemous, seasick and sacrilegious, wear it out and then get another one.

9 I'm Your Man by Leonard Cohen (Columbia) 1988

Euro, klezmer, chansons, apocalyptic, revelations, with that mellifluous voice. A shipwrecked Aznovar, washed up on shore. Important songs, meditative, authoritative, and Leonard is a poet, an Extra Large one.

10 The Specialty Sessions by Little Richard (Specialty Records) 1989

The steam and chug of 'Lucille' alone pointed a finger that showed the way. The equipment wasn't meant to be treated this way. The needle is still in the red.

11 Startime by James Brown (Polydor) 1991

I first saw James Brown in 1962 at an outdoor theatre in San Diego and it was indescribable... it was like putting a finger in a light socket. He did the whole thing with the cape. He did 'Please Please Please'. It was such a spectacle. It had all the pageantry of the Catholic Church. It was really like seeing mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral on Christmas and you couldn't ignore the impact of it in your life. You'd been changed, your life is changed now. And everybody wanted to step down, step forward, take communion, take sacrament, they wanted to get close to the stage and be anointed with his sweat, his cold sweat.

12 Bohemian-Moravian Bands by Texas-Czech (Folk Lyric) 1993

I love these Czech-Bavarian bands that landed in Texas of all places. The seminal river for mariachi came from that migration to that part of the United States, bringing the accordion over, just like the drum and fife music of post slavery, they picked up the revolutionary war instruments and played blues on them. This music is both sour and bitter, and picante, and floating above itself like steam over the kettle. There's a piece called the 'Circling Pigeons Waltz', it's the most beautiful thing - kind of sour, like a wheel about to go off the road all the time. It's the most lilting little waltz. It's accordion, soprano sax, clarinet, bass, banjo and percussion.

13 The Yellow Shark by Frank Zappa (Barking Pumpkin) 1993It is his last major work. The ensemble is awe-inspiring. It is a rich pageant of texture in colour. It's the clarity of his perfect madness, and mastery. Frank governs with Elmore James on his left and Stravinsky on his right. Frank reigns and rules with the strangest tools.14 Passion for Opera Aria (EMI Classics) 1994I heard 'Nessun Dorma' in the kitchen at Coppola's with Raul Julia one night, and it changed my life, that particular Aria. I had never heard it. He asked me if I had ever heard it, and I said no, and he was like, as if I said I've never had spaghetti and meatballs - 'Oh My God, Oh My God!' - and he grabbed me and he brought me into the jukebox (there was a jukebox in the kitchen) and he put that on and he just kind of left me there. It was like giving a cigar to a five-year old. I turned blue, and I cried.15 Rant in E Minor by Bill Hicks (Rykodisc) 1997Bill Hicks, blowtorch, excavator, truthsayer and brain specialist, like a reverend waving a gun around. Pay attention to Rant in E Minor, it is a major work, as important as Lenny Bruce's. He will correct your vision. His life was cut short by cancer, though he did leave his tools here. Others will drive on the road he built. Long may his records rant even though he can't.16 Prison Songs: Murderous Home Alan Lomax Collection (Rounder Select) 1997Without spirituals and the Baptist Church and the whole African-American experience in this country, I don't know what we would consider music, I don't know what we'd all be drinking from. It's in the water. The impact the whole black experience continues to have on all musicians is immeasurable. Lomax recorded everything, from the sounds of the junkyard to the sound of a cash register in the market... disappearing machinery that we would no longer be hearing. You know, one thing that doesn't change is the sound of kids getting out of school. Record that in 1921, record that now, it's the same sound. The good thing about these is that they're so raw, they're recorded so raw, that it's just like listening to a landscape. It's like listening to a big open field. You hear other things in the background. You hear people talking while they are singing. It's the hair in the gate.

17 Cubanos Postizos by Marc Ribot (Atlantic) 1998

This Atlantic recording shows off one of many of Ribot's incarnations as a prosthetic Cuban. They are hot and Marc dazzles us with his bottomless soul. Shaking and burning like a native.

18 Houndog by Houndog (Sony) 1999

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20 The Delivery Man by Elvis Costello (Mercury) 2004

Scalding hot bedlam, monkey to man needle time. I'd hate to be balled out by him, I'd quit first. Grooves wide enough to put your foot in and the bass player is a gorilla of groove. Pete Thomas, still one of the best rock drummers alive. Diatribes and rants with steam and funk. It has locomotion and heat. Steam heat, that is.

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This Boulder sat beside the original barn of the old Milt Hunt Farm and the Old Parry Sound Golf and Country Club

                        More Nobel Memories – Along The Nobel Road

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                                                                                THE OLD PARRY SOUND GOLF AND COUNTRY CLUB AT NOBEL 

                                      CIRCA 1945 TO 1950

 This first picture represents to me a memory of the old Parry Sound Golf and Country Club. The second picture is one of my brother Deane Crawford on the left and myself, Garry Crawford on the right. This picture was taken around 1940 on the front steps of the Arthur G Slaght Lodge down Murray Point Road.  This will be further explained later in my story

      The original golf course was located on the south west corner of Portage Lake In Twp of McDougall. It originally was a farm owned by Milt Hunt. In 1929 it was sold to The Parry Sound Golf and Country Club. Milt Hunt was hired to develop and run the golf course. At present to get on the site of the old golf course, you must turn in Lake Forest Dr. off of Nobel Rd  to Meadow Crest Dr a distance of approximately1 km, then left onto Meadow Crest  for about 1 km where you cross a low wet area covered in cattails. The road then turns to the right and you are travelling down what was the 6th fairway towards the T-off. The 6th T-off was behind the house at No. 21.The road then continues in a westerly  direction to where you pass a public beach site at which time you are on the 5th fairway. Continuing up the hill you will pass driveway marker 21 and see where the old No 1 Green was. As you go down the hill you are on No.1 fairway, continue up another hill and you will arrive at a circle turn around. The picture I have depicted is a large bolder that sits on the rock to the south of the turn around. It was probably dropped there by a glacier thousands of years ago. In my memory, it sat just north of the old Hunt barn. The farm house which was converted into the clubhouse, was about 150 yards south of the barn and sat on the hill overlooking Nobel Road. It would be close to being where the south bound lane of  Hwy. 400 is now. The old entrance driveway to the Golf Course was just north of the present George Hunt Dive off of Nobel Road. The driveway went up in front of the Clubhouse then swung to the north, cars were parked on the hill facing back out to Nobel Road. There was a small commissary in the side of the house facing west, and a large common area I imagine was a living room at one time, but became the sitting area for the golfers and also used for local events such as weddings etc. I remember as a very young boy going to wedding receptions there, I think one was Merle Sly and Joe Holtby’s and another Elnora Hunt and Ralph Felsman’s. The upstairs of the common area was accessible by an outside stairway. This was where the change rooms and lockers were for the golfers. The remainder of the building was used as a living area for the caretakers of the golf course. I first started hanging around the Golf Course about 1946. I soon became a  Caddy. My brother Deane, Lawrence Rosewell and Alfred Campbell were some of the local kids who preceded my being a Caddy. Garry Mace, Jack Vigrass, Dean Simpson and probably Dale Godfrey and Ron Hunt were during my time.

     I think Milt Hunt retired around 1946 and Tilbert and Blanche Harvey from McKellar were hired as caretakers at the Golf Course. They were wonderful people and sure kept us kids in line. Blanche was always slipping us a piece of pie or kept us busy and of course handy by giving us games to play. This was so we would be close at hand when they needed a Caddy. I remember some games of Monopoly going on for a couple of days. There was not too many people considered Pro’s in those days. The only two I can remember was Bill Little and Anne Gluckstein and they both had full time jobs in town. If some one wanted to learn to play golf, they would hire one of us as a Caddy for 75 cents for 9 holes or $1.50 for 18. We would then Proceed to carry their clubs, probably rented from the club and teach them the basics of the game. How to stand how to swing etc. Deane and Lawrence became pretty good golfers. I was a little different, I never did see any sence in chasing that little white ball around and hitting it again every time you caught up to it. In later years my wife who liked the game was always a little discussed, because I am a fair golfer but I guess just too cheap.

     When I first started hanging around they had a Model T ford conversion tractor. It had all steel wheels and like most model T’s had a reverse pedal and if my memory is correct a second gear pedal. I think it was in high gear when you let the emergency off and let out the clutch. The tractor was used to pull a gang mower for the main course and to transport smaller gas mowers around to mow the greens. The original barn was used for a tool shed and later around 1947 a new implement shed and shop was built on the top of the hill at the end of course on the north side overlooking Norm Philip’s house. The barn was torn down. They must have come up with some money then, because the bought a new Toro tractor with dual rear wheels and I believe some new gang mowers for the course. Alfred Campbell was hired for a couple of Summers as Green boy.  If anyone knows Alfred, he has one short finger as the result of job as a Green Boy. I believe it was his right index finger he was using to clean out the bottom of the lawn mower. Yes it was running.n

     Every once and a while we would have a celebrity of one kind or another visit the Golf Course. One regular person I Caddied for was Arthur G  Slaght, he was a very prominent criminal lawyer from Toronto and had been a Member of Parliament for Parry Sound from 1935 to 1945. He had a cottage estate on the Georgian Bay on the bay to the south and east of Murray Point. At that time the road was named and called Slaght’s Road. It has been changed to Murray Point Road.  Slaght’s Road travelled across the railroad tracks, turned west for a couple of hundred yards then south to the slaght estate. There was an addition to the road that travelled west to the Little cottage on the left of where the present Pump house is and a branch to the right that went to the Brewer and Robinson cottages. Arther Slaught was not only a great man but a good friend to our family and the area. We use to keep him supplied with frogs for his bass fishing trips on the Georgian Bay at 5 cents per frog. Arthur was generous with us kids. He entertained a lot and wanted privacy, so he told us to use his second beach which was located in the east end of the bay. He kept the beach that extended  past his main lodge and other cottages for the estates use. His main lodge was more than a cottage In those days. The living room had a Grand Piano. During the war one of the main committees he worked on was one concerning sabatoge by the Nazi or collusion with the Nazi and recent immigrants from Germany to Canada. Another person I remember was Joe Louis The Brown Bomber. He was a world champion boxer. I think it was around 1950 he toured with a Circus that came to Parry Sound. I remember Jack Vigrass coming to school and telling the rest of us he had caddied for Joe Louis. I think Jack must have skipped school that day. LOL.

     Returning to the end of Meadow Crest Drive. While sitting in the middle of the circle, if you look down to the north at the low spot at the lake. That is where the pump house was situated. The pump was driven by an old Hit and Miss single cylinder water cooled engine. It had a big water reservoir on the top of the engine which you would fill before starting the motor. There were two big fly-wheels on the motor and it had a flip out crank you would wind around to start the motor. The whole golf course was plumbed with taps at every green and most of the T-Offs. There was a huge tank that sat on top of the hill behind T-off No.4. It could be seen from almost anywhere on the course. Once the motor was started you would leave it running until you seen water shooting out the top of that big tank. Then make a mad dash back to the pump house to turn off the motor. The last time I remember looking the tank was still there.

     No. 1 T-off was located approximately at where you start on to the Portage Lake bridge on the North bound lane of Hwy. 400.  The Green for No. 1 was located on the hill just to the west of driveway number 29 on Meadow Crest Dr. I remember there being a flat rock just out of the surface of fairway No. 1 about half way. Tilbert got a lot of complaints from the golfers, because so many of them would make a good drive and it would hit that rock and bounce away into the rough. He took a shovel and dug down about four feet all around the rock. Then he started a big fire on the rock with tires, He kept it burning all day then he went down with a 45 gal barrel of water and started throwing it on the rock. It cracked enough off the top of the rock that he was able to bury it.

     Another memory I have happened about 1947 when a chap from Detroit, flew up with his V-tailed Beach Craft airplane and landed on the 6th fairway. There were no airports in the immediate area at the time. He came in low over the lake and landed towards Nobel Road. When he went to taxi up to the clubhouse there was a drinking fountain in the middle of the fairway. It was a pipe sticking about 4 feet out of the ground with a tap on it.. The plane hit it with one of his wings and put a small dent in the wing. I never did see the plane take off when he left a couple of days later, but assume he took off on the same fairway but towards the lake.

     As I said before Tilbert and Blanche Harvey always encouraged us to be around, so often we were there until dark at night. We would then all charged down to our swimming rock and jump in for a couple of hours swimming. We swam all over the lake, The swimming rock was located on the point behind the house with No. 29 at the driveway. The only rule was we took along an inner tube so if anyone got tired you could rest. Alfred Campbell’s dad was Mac Campbell son of Dougal Campbell one of the founders of Waubamik both were well known throughout the area as old time lumbermen. As was Mac’s brother Jack. When Mac was 65 years old, he thought we should have a diving board for our swimming rock. So he got myself, Garry Mace and one other kid to go with him down to the rock. We had an old square point rock drill you drove with a hammer. We drilled holes in the rock, secured bolts in the holes with melted sulfur supplied by C.I.L.. also 2’ steel flat bar . We made a cement form and poured a cement ramp for the board. Mac then contacted his brother Jack who had a mill out near Broadbent at the time. Jack cut us about a 2’ x 14”x 16’ elm diving board which we secured to the ramp. Mac then proceeded to teach us kids to do a flip and a half off that board before we hit the water. Mac and Velma Campbell lived where Richard Cloutier lives today. I do believe if you are boating on Portage Lake you will still see the ramp for the diving board on that point.

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More likely than not, it was at a hostelry of that name. The oldest angling clubs that I am aware of that were or still remain based in the capital are The True Waltonians Society, named of course after Izaac Walton and founded in 1830. The True Waltonians Society rented fishing rights from the Grand Junction Canal Company in the Rickmansworth area and we have on file an old agreement dated 12 January 1898 to that effect. The Piscatorial Society founded in 1836 still flourishes to this day and employs a team of four fisheries staff to manage their fisheries. Northampton Nene At one stage, I had believed that the Northampton Nene Angling Club might be the oldest club in the UK, if not the world. For club president Ron Collins has once shown me an old article indicating the club controlling fishing rights by around 1856. My patch also included the Lee Navigation and before long I encountered the Amwell Magna Fishery . I then discovered that this club had been founded way back in 1831. To the best of my knowledge they are the oldest club in England who have continually fished the same original water. Other clubs founded pre 1860 include the Aire Fishing Club, Carlisle Angling Association, Derwent Anglers Club, Eaton Fishing Club, Grassington, Threshfield and Linton Angling Clubs, the Upper Exe Fishing Association, Rochdale Walton Angling Club and Ryedale Angling Club. Scottish contenders The Ellem Fishing Club was founded in 1829 and whilst their claim to be the worlds oldest fishing club isnt totally accurate, they will surely be Scotlands oldest fishing clubs. They even have a museum at Paxton House, opened in 2007, dedicated to their history. Its on my list of places to visit the next time I venture north of the border. The 1822 contenders It is believed that the Newcastle-on-Tyne Waltonian Club started life somewhere between 1822 and 1824. Unless you know differently, this club is no longer in existence. One club that was certainly founded in 1822 was the Houghton Club.

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