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detectivejigsawpines · 3 years

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Just a Normal Day

A short drabble about sea grunks having an average adventure, written in honor of their birthday.

Even before they got attacked by the Cthulhu beast, it had been a pretty average morning on the sea for the Pines twins.

Wake up at the crack of dawn (Ford) or closer to late morning (Stan); eat breakfast; reset the spell to ward off the vengeful leprechauns who might still be after them for stealing their treasure in case they’d figured out they were chasing a decoy trail by now; do a little late morning fishing, while keeping an eye out for that golden fish Stan was sure he’d seen swimming under their boat last week, and which he was hoping laid golden fish eggs or something; finally notice what time it was (Stan) and head inside to make lunch.

Just another normal day.

Stan was examining their supplies, trying to decide if it was worth breaking out some of the canned hamburger meat and throwing together sloppy Joes instead of making them eat fish again, when he was knocked skiwampus by the boat being yanked to a halt; as he struggled to regain his balance by grabbing onto the table, a vicious, blood-curdling roar came rumbling through the air from outside.

Stan sighed, and wondered if the kraken was back. In one swift motion he grabbed the spare harpoon they had hanging over the door, and stepped out to see if Ford needed help dealing with it.

It wasn’t the kraken.

It still looked like some kinda big octopus monster, though, with a mass of writhing tentacles where its face should be, and a bulbous head in the back just like an octopus body. The rest of it, at least as far as the torso, was kinda like a human’s but a little bigger (about the size of a baby whale), with slimy-looking green-brown skin and a pair of big, wrinkled, wet wings sticking out of its back. Whatever this thing was, it had grabbed onto the back of their boat, and was looming menacingly over Ford as Stan stepped outside.

“...and you are now my prisoners!” he bellowed, as his piercing golden eyes landed on Stan. “Surrender your weapons now, puny mortals, and I might be merciful!!!!”

“Yeesh, did we trespass on his territory or something?” Stan asked, leaning on the harpoon.

Ford shrugged with one shoulder, since he was trying to write in his journal at the same time. “He didn’t really say; he just jumped onboard and started threatening me.”

“Huh.” Stan looked up at the beast. “You the lord of this part of the ocean or whatever?”

The beast blinked-which looked pretty weird, his eyelids went sideways instead of up and down like humans-before nodding vigorously. “Yes! I am the lord of this part of the ocean, and you must surrender to me now, or else suffer my wrath!!!!” He slammed a fist down against the side of the boat, making it rock up and down so hard he had to scrabble to keep his balance. Stan coughed into his fist to hold back a snicker.

Ford tilted his head. “I could have sworn this was still the primary territory of the Manatee-Merfolk Alliance. Are you sure you haven’t made some kind of mistake?”

“What part of prisoners did you not understand?!” the beast demanded, spreading out his wings and shaking them as his tentacles writhed angrily. “Give up your weapons, now-all of them!!!!”

“...You sure you want that? It’s kind of gonna take awhile-”

“NOW, or I crush your boat in my mighty fist!!!!”

Stan glanced at Ford, who rolled his eyes and nodded. With a small sigh, they began disarming themselves.

********

...A minute passed and they were still at it.

Ford’s pile of weapons was almost as tall as he was, mostly consisting of long-range weapons like guns, but with a few vials of poisons and some handcuffs thrown into the mix.

Stan’s pile was more proportionate, but the number of places that weapons were produced from (including a smoke bomb that he’d somehow managed to keep tucked under his beanie) was frighteningly impressive.

The monster watched their progress with increasingly wide eyes; finally, as Stan produced another set of brass knuckles out of a secret pocket sewn onto the inside of his coat, he spluttered, “...Where were you keeping those?”

Stan just grinned shamelessly. “Trust me, sunshine, you don’t wanna know.”

“Okay, I think that’s everything,” Ford said at last, indicating the pile of weaponry.

“Yeah, well, I’m still workin’, gimme a minute.” Stan produced a switchblade, and tossed it onto his pile. Then, in a brief sleight of hand, he snatched another one from the pile and pretended to draw it out of his coat to toss it on next. “Hey, tentacles-face-ya think you could bring us back by Wednesday? We got a Zoom appointment ta keep, and our niece and nephew hate it when we’re late.” Another sleight of hand allowed him to scoop up another weapon.

“That’s not how this-now see here!” The monster drew himself up to his full height, nearly falling backwards off the boat. “You guys-you puny mortals are my prisoners! And as such, you need to understand that this is not a joking matter! I could squash you both like sea slugs if I wished! I’m all-powerful, an eons-old abomination whose very name would send you into madness if spoken aloud! So you better start quaking in fear and begging for mercy like proper captives!!!!”

Stan looked at Ford. “Sounds like we’re his first.” He looked back at the monster. “You’re doin’ great, buddy-good job on the whole threatening schtick.” He offered a thumbs-up, while using the other hand to snag another weapon that he pretended to produce from another hiding spot.

Ford winked at him, and looked back at their ‘captor.’ “Is this some sort of coming-of-age ritual for your species?” He produced his journal again, pen poised. “Very clever move, by the way, threatening our boat to get us to disarm ourselves. In the future, though, I would suggest that you try taking one of us hostage first, in order to create maximum-”

“STOP IT!”

The monster abruptly started pounding his fists against the side of the boat, nearly tipping it over before instead pitching him all the way onto the deck. “YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO-I’M YOUR-IT’S NOT FAIR-!”

It took Stan a moment to realize that the angry noises leaving his mouth (?) were accompanied by the sound of frustrated sobs.

He hissed through his teeth, and shot Ford a guilty look.

“...Oh boy. Looks like we got a little one here.”

********

Stan crossed the boat and crouched down in front of the weeping monster, putting a hand on his back and rubbing the spot right between his wings.

“Deep breaths, in and out. You’re not gonna get anything done like this, so just take a bit ta calm down, okay?”

The monster hiccuped and coughed, shrinking in on himself in a way that was painfully familiar to both of them.

Ford knelt down at his other side. “Maybe if you tell us why this is so important to you, we can provide some assistance?”

The monster shook his head and buried his head in his arms. “I just wanted-hic-to show my friends I could catch the Pines twins all by myself,” he croaked.

The two old men looked at each other in a mixture of surprise and slight alarm. “...You know who we are?”

That was finally enough to get him to sit up, wiping his eyes with his tentacles. “You kidding? Every creature of the seas knows who you are! You’re the guys who beat up krakens and steal gold from leprechauns and then you and your boat vanish without a trace! You’re the coolest cryptids ever!”

It took both of them a moment to digest that. By the time they did, though, they were grinning in equal delight.

“We’re cryptids?!” Ford asked, eyes practically brimming over with overjoyed tears.

“Yeah! And people at school were sayin’ you’re just a myth, but I knew you were real cuz my uncle saw your ship up in the Arctic last winter, and I was gonna capture you and bring you to class to show everyone how wrong they were and then I’d be famous and they’d stop calling me a weird runt all the time!” After a second his wings drooped, and he stared miserably down at the deck. “...Guess it was pretty dumb of me to think I could catch you all by myself.”

Stan put a hand on his shoulder. “...Kid...as much as we wanna help, we can’t just be your prisoners. We got our own lives ta get back to.”

“Plus, neither of us is able to breathe underwater,” Ford added.

The monster sighed, and pulled a strip of kelp from around his neck, turning one of the leaves until it was facing him. He squirted a stream of black ink from one of his tentacles, and dipped the tip of another one into the ink and used it to trace something that looked like a bunch of gobbledygook to Stan onto the leaf. “Humans...don’t...breathe...underwater.”

Awww...he’s a super nerd, just like Ford and Dipper!

That gave Stan an idea.

“Hey.” He nudged the monster. “What about a picture of us instead? Along with genuine proof of a close encounter?”

The monster’s head jerked up. “A picture?! Like with one of those weird magic boxes you humans carry around sometimes?!”

“That’s the one.” Stan grinned. He looked at Ford and jerked his head towards the cabin; his brother took the hint and headed for it, returning with an antique Polaroid camera that Ford had been experimenting on, but still took good pictures.

The monster’s tentacles began writhing around his face like they’d come to life, and he let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement.

“This is the greatest day of my life!!!!”

********

It took a bit of staging and directing and trying out different angles, but eventually they produced a set of photos that appeared to be of an eldritch abomination in training being attacked by, and bravely fighting off, the ferocious monster hunter Pines twins (hopefully nobody would think to ask how and why the monster had managed to get these pictures taken).

Then, while Stan took them into the cabin and soaked them in a special substance Ford had invented that would render them waterproof, Ford sat on the prow next to the young cryptid enthusiast and offered tips on future hunting adventures, comparing notes with him on some of the creatures they’d both seen. He also (with permission) took a few samples from the monster, including a long strip of skin (“Make it look like a wound I got in the fight! Man, this is gonna be so cool, Yog-Sothoth is gonna eat his heart out! Possibly literally!”) and some of the ink from his tentacles.

When Stan came back with the photos, he also handed over one of his spare brass knuckles that had lost a corner. “Have another souvenir, kid.”

The monster’s tentacles lashed out and wrapped around their faces in what felt like a really weird version of a hug before pulling away, leaving them covered in some of the slimy stuff they were coated in.

“Thank you so much! I really really hope the leprechauns don’t catch you-if they come this way I’ll make sure to eat some of them so they won’t!” He waved at them joyfully as he dived back into the ocean and disappeared.

********

After a moment Stan wiped his face on his coat sleeve.

“...Well, that happened.”

He turned away and began gathering up his weapons.

“Such a strange mixture of childlike innocence and barbarity,” Ford mused as he pulled out a jar and gathered the slime into it for yet another sample. “His culture must be fascinating-I almost wish he would have taken us with him so I could have seen it.”

“You would’ve drowned before you could gather any data.”

“...You don’t know that.”

“He literally didn’t know that humans can’t breathe underwater, Sixer. Not gonna happen.”

He ignored Ford’s sulking and kept cleaning, while musing to himself over the possible monetary opportunities being a couple of cryptids could bring...

#gravity falls #sea grunks #stan pines #ford pines #cthulhu doesn't stand a chance #stan just adopting everyone #humor #and fluff (sort of)#drabble ish

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catacomb231 · 3 years

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Customer Service|Hawks x Reader

Your job wasn't a really excited one, but it paid well so you didn't care.

It's not like you have a great quirk that would allow you to become a hero even if you wanted to so you were fine with it.

Your job was to supply pro heroes small essentials that they ordered. Such as giving pros a healthy lunch if they forgot it, capture rope for villains, etc.

But you also did other things like photo shoots for magazines, artwork, etc.

For the most part, you didn't care who came in even if they were a popular one, as they were always nice and paitent with you. Even when they weren't the nicest, you didn't have a problem with them.

But for some reason, there is one pro hero who you can not STAND! And that was the Number Two Pro Hero Hawks.

You had never met the guy but just from the talk shows he would be on or what you read in magazines, and how he acted, it just made you so annoyed for some reason. You thought he was a bit of an idiot.

But since you never met him you didn't care all that much.

That was until one very slow and boring Friday at your store.

You were just packing up another lunch into a bento box and in a brown paper bag for the next hero that would come in, when you hear the front door ding as someone walked in.

"Welcome to Hero's Spotlight! How may I help-" But you stop mid sentence when turn around and see the one person who you couldn't stand.

Hawks.

This day just got less pleasant. You think to yourself.

You do your best to keep your friendly smile on as he walked over with his usual smirk. "Hey there. I'm here for a photoshoot for Hero Daily." He tells you. "Oh I see.. well the just step over here for me!" You reply pointing towards the photo equipment.

You grit your teeth as you kept smiling as you don't want to give bad Customer Service otherwise your boss would chew you out with it.

You position him so he's facing the green screen sideways and he stood straight with his hands stuffed in his pockets and he stares off ahead of him.

You were about to take a picture when you noticed his wings wouldn't stop twitching and moving. "I need you to be still! That includes your wings!" You tell him in the NICEST tone and smile you could muster.

"But I can't stay still for long!" He complains. Knowing him, that is entirely possible, as he lives in a fast moving world. You honestly think he goes TOO fast and doesn't take time to stop and enjoy life around him.

"It's just for a second! You'll be fine!" You tell him and he sighs returning to his position. This time he was able to stay still and you got a couple of good shots.

You got a few more pictures in different poses until he was finally done. "Done! Happy now??" You ask, a little bit of hostility in your tone as you didn't want to spend much more time with this guy.

"Finally!" Hawks says with a sigh as he follows you back to the front desk. "I will send these pictures to the editor and that will be ¥1300!" You tell him as you stored your camera down below the counter where it usually went.

"Yes ma'am." He replies giving you the money before heading out of your store. You sigh of relief, glad it was over. Now it was nothing but smooth sailing for the rest of your work shift.

You hoped at least.

The next few days, Hawks kept coming back for either more pictures, or capture rope, or a lunch cuz he forgot to make one.

Each time he visited, you got less and less paitent.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore! The day you snapped you were already not having a good day. When Hawks came in and rushed you to get him a special requested lunch packed, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You were tired of his annoying "flirty responses," sarcastic remarks, and pressure of rushing you to get it.

Once again moving in his fast paced world.

"That's it! I'm already having an AWFUL day and I don't need YOU coming in here rushing and stressing me out! I know your world is fast, but you NEVER stop to appreciate it and rush into everything!! But I DON'T like being rushed so could you just be quiet for one second?!"

You tell angrily and immediately guilt had over taken you as Hawks' am, turning to a frown, and h had a blank expression, but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You sighed and finished packing his lunch before handing it to him. "I'm sorry. Just take your lunch. It's free." You reply as you bowed, not daring to look up at his face as you were ashamed in yourself.

You expected Hawks to reply with his usual optimistic tone.

"Don't worry about it!"

"Nah don't sweat it! It's fine!"

But no. He didn't say anything. You just heard his footsteps walk away and out the door as it rung. You sigh and hide your face with your hands.

That was the worst think you could possibly say.

He was the NUMBER TWO HERO for heaven's sake!

But what was done was done. You couldn't reverse it.

A few weeks pass and Hawks never once returned to your store. You knew why. You knew he was disgusted with you, or hurt by your harsh words and tone. You were immediately regretting how you treated him.

Good news is, your boss hasn't approached you about it so at least he didn't report the situation to her!

But feeling the guilt was worse than any punishment you could ever get from your boss.

One day though, on your day off, you were walking through the relaxing and beautiful park near your apartment complex. You figured by now Hawks probably forgot all about how you yelled at home but even if he did, you could never.

You could never forget the hurt in his eyes and the fact he walked out silently.

You hoped a walk would help clear your head. But low and behold you saw Hawks sitting on a bench a few feet away, looking around.

He had his content smirk on and had casual wear on. And you hadn't realized until now, but as the sun's ray hit him at just the right angle, he looked like an angel from heaven.

You quickly pushed that thought away though as you felt a slight blush appear on your cheeks. You were about to turn and walk the other way, as you couldn't even bare being near him afraid he may yell something hurtful at you.

Which you probably deserved anyway.

But you knew you couldn't run from this any longer, so you decided to take it. You walked over to him and stood in front of him. From the way his smirk disappears again, you knew he recognized you.

You then look down and then get on your knees and bowed to him. "I am very very sorry for how I had treated you at my store. I just ask for your forgiveness! If you want to yell at me, I deserve it." You tell him.

You didn't care if people were watching now, you just didn't want to live with this guilt anymore.

Truth being, he really wasn't all that bad! You were just overreacting! Maybe sometimes he annoyed you but nothing extreme.

That's when you hear Hawks laugh and you look up to see him laughing and smiling before looking down at you. "I was never mad at you! Why would I be mad?" He tells you, and as relived you were by him not being angry, you felt yourself a bit annoyed.

He was never angry yet you suffered the past few weeks, feeling awful and thinking he was mad!

"Look I get it. Everyone just has those days, so I don't care! Infact I'm actually taking your advice now! I decided to slow down today and just enjoy nature." Hawks tells you while he grabbed your hands and helped you back up to your feet.

You then sat down beside him as he stared back at the bright green trees. "You were right about just taking a moment to enjoy life. It relieves a lot of stress as well." He adds while you just stared at him.

You were not only glad he wasn't angry or upset with you, but he also took your advice! You also couldn't get over how he looked like an angel in the light. A handsome one at that.

You felt a light blush before looking forward as well. What were you thinking?! This was the Number Two hero! Even if you did like him, he was busy with life and didn't have time for a partner. Plus you barely knew him.

But you guys talked for the rest of the afternoon before you both get ready to part ways.

"Well this was nice!" You tell him. After getting to know him better, you realized he wasn't at all that bad of a guy. "Yeah! But I never actually got your name." He points out. "Oh right! It's Y/N!" You reply.

"I see. Well, call me Teigo." He says writing something down before handing you the paper. "There's my number so we can keep chatting. See ya around!" He says before walking off.

You blush and close your eyes.

The guilt finally gone.

#bnha #mha #MHA #mha hawks #mha reader insert #mha x reader

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Run! ~ KTH [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 5.8K

↬↬↬Genre: AU! Run!AU the events taking place are all fictional and I’ve taken some from the webtoon to bring a bit of back story into it for the characters. Hope you enjoy it sweetie. This takes place in the Run era and Webtoon world

↬↬↬WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, alcohol consumption, blood, and death

↬↬↬Pairing: Taehyung x Fem!reader

↬↬↬A/n: Really hope this is okay for you sweetie.

Taehyung had invited you to hang out with him and the rest of the boys so you didn't see why he was acting so weird all of a sudden, he was being really standoffish towards all of the boys and with you especially.

"What's wrong?" You asked when you finally got a minute alone with him, you'd all gone for a drive around the streets and somehow managed to end up in an abandoned empty pool. Taehyung was sitting on an old mattress holding up a photo of you all, you stared at it and smiled at the memories. You'd all gone to the beach after Jin came back from America and it was great, you'd missed all of them but you all sort of drifted apart when Jin left except you and Tae, you'd always been close since you lived right next door to one another in an apartment block.

"Remember when you ran into the ocean and you complained because your socks got wet?" You giggled looking at the image, Taehyung was staring at the side of your face debating telling you everything he thought about you. He'd had very strong feelings for you since you were teenagers but he would never admit it out of fear of losing you but over the years they'd grown stronger and having you this close to him now was making him want to spill his guts out to you but instead, he was coming across as hostile to try and push you out of his life.

"Nothings wrong." He pushed the photo into your hand and walked away from you sitting in front of one of the pool walls while you watched him, there was something seriously wrong with him and it was starting to bug you. Namjoon's hair was the first thing you noticed when he came to stand with you, it was a bright pink colour with an undercut and it looked great on him,

"Joonie...Has he said anything to you about why he's so-"

"Temperamental?" You nodded at his use of the word and he sat down beside you while you both stared at Tae, he was looking anywhere but over at you both. Whenever he saw you close with the other boys he grew angry wanting them to leave you alone so he could have you to himself.

"No, he seems fine to me. Maybe it's because you're moving soon?" You hummed looking down at the picture, you were leaving to go to university so it meant no more days like this together for a long time.

"I just wish he'd tell me instead of pushing me away and making me feel like shit," Before Namjoon could talk to you Jungkook screamed about going back to Jin's place for a party you looked at Namjoon and he shrugged his shoulders helping you up off the mattress and you all began walking to the car. You stayed a couple of steps behind so you could walk with Taehyung but he put his hood up and shoved passed your shoulder marching to the front with Jin.

"I called shotgun," Jimin pouted when you all reached the car, it was odd Taehyung was normally the first to offer to sit in the trunk of Jin's boot with you and look up at the sky while you drove.

"Come sit with me Jimin, I have an extra blanket." You offered but he stared at Taehyung expecting him to go with you but when he didn't Jimin jumped into the back beside you.

"We need refreshments so stop at Joonie's station," You told Jin through the small window and he agreed, starting his engine and starting the long drive back to the city.

By the time you reached the gas station where Namjoon worked Jimin was asleep with his head resting on your shoulder so you gave Namjoon your card to get you all drinks while the rest of the boys all filed into the small shop to find snacks leaving you alone in the truck with a sleeping Jimin and a moody Taehyung who was staring out of the window with his hood up.

"You look like an angsty teen Tae," You giggled trying to lighten the mood up a bit but he was having none of it, he shot his head around and gave you a glare only it softened when he noticed that he'd upset you by doing so.

"What did I do to piss you off so much?!" You yelled waking up Jimin, he rubbed his eyes and saw that you and Taehyung were fighting so he tried to get out of the truck as slyly as possible but Tae beat him to it walking down the street so you chased off after him.

"Seriously?! You're going to walk the next 24 miles home?!" You asked him grabbing onto the leather sleeve of his jacket but he shoved you away from him telling you to back off.

"Tae!" You yelled at him and he froze hearing you raise your voice, you never did it and he knew it was because your father was always yelling and screaming at you and you'd sworn never to do it,

"What have I done?! Is it because I'm leaving because I won't be gone that long...My course is a year or two at the most." He kicked the stones down by his feet and shook his head at you,

"It's not the university." You stepped closer to him holding onto his wrist and silently begging him to tell you what was going on in his head.

"I- I just, there's something I have to tell you but you can't tell the boys," You nodded telling him he could always telling you anything that was troubling him. He took your hand in his ready to tell you everything when Jin pulled up at the side of you and he dropped your hand.

"Get in, it's freezing." You both jumped into the back of the truck since it was the only free space now and he pulled the blanket over your body not wanting you to get cold while you drove home in the middle of the night.

"Tell me." You whispered to him but he pointed up at the open window and you nodded asking him to tell you later instead. You laid your head down on his shoulder while Jin drove, it was a natural thing between you to by now but it still made Tae's head spin and sent his stomach into a frenzy of somersaults.

Spray paint decorated the walls of Jin's apartment since you all regularly partied there - most of the designs on the wall were from Tae since he was the artistically talented one of the friend group - it annoyed you at first whenever they would spray paint the walls but Jin assured you that he wasn't bothered since it was his father paying for the place anyway.

"Drinks!" Jimin cried out going over to the kitchen and pouring everyone something to drink while Yoongi made his way over to the speakers to put on some music for you all to get into the party mood for. Joonie's pink hair caught your eye and you looked over to see him and Taehyung pinning Jin to a wall before spraying around his body online and putting a cross over him making you giggle,

"LOUDER!" You cried out for Yoongi to really blast out the music before joining Hoseok to get a drink from Jimin.

Jin grabbed a video camera filming things happening in the apartment and you giggled as you started dancing with Jimin swinging your hips back against his in time to the music,

"Jimin?!" You both turned to see Taehyung starting at you angrily and you froze not knowing what to do Taehyung had never looked at you that way before but Jimin pushed himself away from you and you pushed yourself against Taehyung, already feeling the effects of five drinks.

"Tae dance with me." You begged him but he grunted pulling you out of the apartment to get you some fresh air,

"You need to work on your tolerance." He chuckled as you walked in front of him.

"You need to work on your mood swings." You shot back at him as you walked over a large bridge that connected Jin's apartment block to another one,

"Y/n I'm sorry." You stared back at him and shook your head, you were still waiting for answers from him.

"Tell me now, we're alone so just tell me what's bothering you." He walked closer to you as you got to the end of the bridge, he walked you down to the river bank and you sat on the wall looking at the water.

"It's nothing really, I'm just really bothered about you leaving I guess. We just got everyone back together," It was only part of a lie but you knew right away it wasn't that that was bothering him,

"You said it wasn't me going away earlier so tell me the truth." You put your hand on top of his and he tensed up at the sparks shooting from the simple touch and you looked at him.

"I like you, I like you a lot y/n." You blinked at him not knowing how to respond to him, you'd seen it in all of the movies when the crushes would finally admit their feelings but you were brain fried. Nothing was working and all you knew what to do was lean in and kiss him passionately, he smiled against your lips knowing this meant you felt the same way and his hands worked into your hair pulling you closer to him as you made out in front of the river.

When you got back to the party everything was quiet, the music was off and there was blood on the stairs where Yoongi was sitting and holding a bag of frozen peas to lip while Jungkook was holding a bag on his knuckles,

"Don't ask." Muttered Jin as he went on the hunt for a first aid kit,

"I'll take Y/n home," Taehyung said as he noticed the party was going to continue anymore, you only lived a short walk from Jin's place and he walked you both out of the apartment complex telling Tae to text him when you both got home safe.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?" You questioned as you walked back to your apartment hand in hand, Taehyung thought about it for a moment trying to come up with some kind of excuse for why you couldn't but you could read him like a book.

"Is your dad drinking again?" He nodded slowly and you looked at his hands, he was starting to shake at the anger he had for his father.

"Well, we'll take your sister to mine and then we'll have a big sleepover like we used to." He agreed with you finding comfort in being away from his dad for one night but he knew it was only going to get harder when you left for college.

"She'll be locked in my room so when we go in be quiet." You knew the rules of sneaking around Taehyung's house after his dad had been drinking all day it was nothing new to either of you.

"You grab her and I'll get her things." You whispered as you entered through the apartment door, the lights were all off and there were empty glass bottles of Soju and beer everywhere so you knew the man was wasted by now or passed out in the apartment somewhere.

As Taehyung came back into the living room he glanced at you and you told him you were fine,

"Take her to mine and I'll get her things," Her room was right behind Taehyung's dad so you were doing your best to sneak through when a glass bottle slipped from the table and smashed onto the floor alerting him that someone was in the apartment.

"You!" He screamed getting up from the sofa making you back up a little but you knew there was only wall behind you until you got to Taehyung's sisters door,

"Mr Kim. It's just me, Y/n." You were shaking as you tried to tell him it was you but he was too drunk and in a rage to see sense.

"YOU FUCKING LEFT US!" He screamed out slapping you across the face sending you stumbling backwards into the wall, Taehyung was standing in the door when he heard you scream and everything just sort of morphed together as you heard him yelling then his dad was pushed against the wall beside you.

"TAE!" You cried out as he took a broken bottle and began hitting his father in the stomach with it repeatedly, you tried to cry out and make him stop but he was in a blind rage that someone had even touched you like that and he couldn't think straight. He'd finally snapped and had enough of his dad hitting him, his sister and now you. The person he loved the most in the world.

"Taehyung!" You cried out and he stumbled backwards dropping the broken glass onto the floor and watching as his dad's body slumped down onto the floor in front of you both. The room fell silent and all that could be heard was Taehyung's panting as he realised what he had just done, he raised his hands to his face and ran them through his hair.

"Shit." You whispered as you heard the sirens coming from down the road, you rushed into Taehyung's bedroom grabbing his passport and then coming back out and finding him still staring at his hands in silence staring at the blood that had coated them.

"Tae, with me now." You cried out and he stood up following you out of the apartment and down towards the garages where no one ever went because they were 'scary' at night. You lifted up the door to yours and sat Taehyung inside handing him a bottle of water you'd grabbed from the apartment and he stared at his hands.

"Tae. Don't move okay, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Don't move." He said nothing and you rushed out of the garage pulling the door down and locking it from the outside so you could get back in and Taehyung couldn't get out just yet.

You walked up to your apartment telling his sister that his dad was being taken away by the police and she was confused as to what was happening,

"Just stay here and if anyone asks you haven't seen us okay?" She nodded as you walked around your apartment hunting for things,

"What are you looking for?" She was 17 and wasn't stupid so she knew that something had happened in that apartment but if you told her that her dad was never going to be able to hit her again then she didn't care.

"I need my phone, charger, passport and money." She rushed around your bedroom knowing where everything was since she was always there and you smiled at her,

"It'll all be okay." You promised and she hugged you telling you to take care of Taehyung and you knew in that moment she knew something awful had happened but you would never be able to explain what had happened to anyone. You didn't even want to remember what had happened in that apartment but it was going to be forever sketched into the back of your mind,

"Wait-" You stopped still when you noticed a police man going towards the apartment next door and once he went inside you walked down the staircase and out into the street sprinting in the direction of Jin's apartment.

"I need your truck keys." You ordered as he opened the door, he frowned at the sight of you. You were drenched in sweat and carrying a huge bag as you pushed your way into the apartment, you were shoving food and water into the bag when he handed you the keys without questioning anything. You rushed into his room next grabbing clothes and throwing them into the bag, you couldn't stay in yours and you knew you were going to have to find a way to burn Taehyung's.

"I'll bring it back soon. My mums keys are in her top drawer at my place, go there tomorrow for her car if you need it." He tried to question you on everything as he followed you down to where he had parked the truck but he didn't know where to start, you checked inside the car to make sure the blankets and pillows were all there.

"Do you still have all that old camping equipment in the back?" You asked not waiting for an answer and going to check the hatches in the truck boot everything was inside.

"Will you slow down?!" You stared at him and he looked back at you only not noticing the blood on your white shirt and on your face.

"What happened-"

"I can't explain. Just- You never saw us." He watched as you jumped into his truck before speeding off back in the direction of your apartment, he rushed into his trying to call you but you sent his number to voicemail not knowing how much time you had until the police were swarming the apartment complex looking for you both.

"Taehyung! Move!" You whispered to him but he was in a state of shock and he wasn't even aware of anything happening around him until you forced him into the back of the car laying him down on the seats.

"How did you wash your hands?" You asked looking at his now clean hands and he pointed over at the empty water bottle and you nodded at him getting into the driver's seat and leaving the scene.

Taehyung was staring at you as you got out of the truck, you'd been driving for the last four hours and it was still pitch black outside but you were right on the edge of town in the middle of the woods. Nothing around for miles except an old abandoned house that you and the boys found one day when you went for a road trip, no one knew it even existed since it was all out in the middle of nowhere. You walked around to Taehyung's side of the car and helped him out grabbing the bag from the boot and then taking him into the house.

"Sit." You told him as you threw down the bag onto an old mattress which was on the floor, you remembered bringing it up one summer when you all came out here for a party together. Just to get away from everything at home but you never thought you'd be back like this,

"Take your clothes off." You mumbled to him as you handed him some of Jin's clothes but he just stared at them as you started to strip out of your clothes he didn't even look up at you.

"Tae?" You questioned shaking his shoulder and he stared up into your eyes his were filled with tears as reality came crashing back to him over what had just happened and where he was now. You tugged his shirt off him and added a clean black one over his shoulders before telling him to change into the black jeans.

"Can you get my purse from the bag?" He did as you asked and watched as you struck a match lighting up some paper in the fireplace that was in the house. You began throwing the bloody clothes onto the fire and he stared at you as he sat back down on the mattress,

"Aren't you scared of me?" You heard him finally speak and you slowly turned around to look him in the eyes, he was crying as he realised what had happened and he'd just killed someone and you moved closer to him the warmth of the fire hitting you even from far away.

"You did what you had to do Tae, it was self defence." He shrugged his shoulders,

"I just hope the police see it that way when I go to them." You shook your head at him,

"T-Tae no, you can't go to them, we can't go back there. We keep driving and driving until we can't drive anymore." You took hold of his hand and he stared at the way you interlocked your fingers.

"I killed my dad-"

"And I covered it up, we're both criminals now." He swallowed the lump that was in his throat and you knew it was getting late now,

"We need some sleep before we start driving tomorrow night. Get some rest." You laid him down on the mattress and he pulled you down to lay in front of him. Neither of you spoke but neither of you were asleep,

"Why did you help me?" He questioned out of the blue and you looked down at his arms that were wrapped around your waist,

"I love you...You did what you did to protect me Tae and I'll do what I have to to protect you." He hummed and you snuggled back against him hoping he would fall asleep soon.

Stirring woke you up at first and then came the yelling in his sleep,

"Tae." You grumbled trying to shake him awake but it was no use, it had been a month since you went on the run and so far there was no information about the murder being connected to you both but you didn't want to risk going back yet. Taehyung was having vivid nightmares though he would never tell you what any of them were about it wasn't that hard to guess when he would yell out your name before crying in his sleep.

"Y/n?!" You pulled him against your chest as he cried out about another nightmare, you had hoped they would calm down but they hadn't yet.

"We have to go back." He whispered to you but you shook your head telling him there was no going back now, whatever was back there was gone.

"Jin will want his truck back soon." You knew Jin was after his truck, he'd been leaving you countless voice messages full of questions and concerns for you both the last one was still playing over in your head.

''We know what happened, come back so we can help you.'' Taehyung had heard the message and was convinced that they would help you but all of you were in your early 20's what could you possibly even do to get away with a murder except run.

"Maybe if we go and see them..." You looked at Taehyung knowing he missed them but he was missing his sister more. You'd been getting regular updates from her about what was happening, the police had no leads and you were off the suspect list since her and Jin had come together to say you had left at 10 that night to go on a romantic getaway

"We go, we see them and we leave." You told him as you loaded up the car, you'd been driving around for the last month and you were in desperate need of a shower that wasn't in a crummy small gas station with no hot water.

"We can restock on supplies while we're out." You nodded at him and began the long drive back to the boys. Calling Jin and telling him to meet you out at the abandoned pool with supplies and Taehyung's sister deciding it was the safest bet for you both.

"Tae Tae!" His sister screamed wrapping her arms around her brother as soon as she came in sight of him, he bent down hugging her tightly while Jin came over to you.

"Where are the boys?" You whispered taking the bags of clothes he was giving you,

"I told them not to come, it's best they're not connected. Here." He handed you a large brown envelope and you looked inside to see fake passports and a bunch of money inside. There had to be around 6 grand in there and he handed you a black credit card,

"For when you get to America. There's tickets in the bottom, you're a newly wedded couple going on a honeymoon." You shook your head at him,

"Jin Tae wants to come back, we're safe the police don't think we're-"

"The police haven't told anyone anything but I know they think it's you guys, you have to get him out of Korea." You looked over at Taehyung who was still hugging his sister and then you noticed Jin had suitcases behind him.

"There's more money and clothes inside to keep you both going and to make the wedding seem believable." He slipped a diamond ring onto your finger while you were still trying to process everything he was saying to you,

"You have to talk to Tae, he won't listen to me if I tell him." There were faint sirens in the distance making you flinch and look around, Taehyung stared over at Jin and you took his sister away to talk to her about anything else except this.

The airport was rammed full with people all getting ready to leave on their holidays while you and Tae walked through hand in hand and carrying bags behind you.

"You okay?" You questioned as you noticed him frantically looking around,

"I feel like we're being watched." You were in an airport the furthest away from Seoul as you could get there was no real reason why he should feel like he was being watched but once he said it you began to notice it too it felt like eyes were burning into the side of your head. That was when you really took a look around and noticed that none of the people going on holiday looked like they were going on holiday, they were just walking around aimlessly trying to look busy.

"Tae." You whispered as you reached the gate of your flight,

"It's a setup." You whispered again as you got to the flight attendant who looked uneasy and nervous about having to talk to you.

"FREEZE! You're surrounded! Don't make any sudden movements, Kim Taehyung you're under the arrest for the murder of Mr Kim. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law! Do I make myself clear?!" He held his hands up and nodded as he got down onto his knees holding his hands behind his head but you frowned.

"No! He didn't do anything wrong! This isn't his fault!" You cried out and then guns were aimed at you, people who were really at the airport for holidays screamed out in terror and you shook your head.

"He was defending me!" A gun shot rang through the air sending the airport into a massive frenzy people rushing around trying to leave when an office tackled Taehyung to the floor.

"Don't touch him!" You screamed out but another shot rang through the air and you let out an banshee like scream.

"Tae! Tae!?" You whimpered as you felt the warm blood leaking from your side, Taehyung elbowed the officer in the face when he noticed the blood on the white shirt you were wearing.

"Y/n! Y/n!" The officer let him go when he rushed over to your side holding you close to him and putting pressure on your right side where the bullet had hit you.

"What happned?!" You held your hand over the blood as you questioned him and he shook his head at you,

"You got shot baby, it's okay. It's okay! GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" An officer came closer to try and arrest Taehyung but he shook his head,

"I will go with you when she's fucking safe!" You gripped onto his arm as a pain rushed through your body making you whimper out his name,

"Don't shout baby, you'll be fine. You did it to protect me, self-defence." You reminded him and he sat down on the floor holding you close to him to keep the pressure on the wound.

"Am I okay?" You questioned as you started to feel dizzy,

"You're okay baby, you're okay! AMBULANCE! PLEASE!" He begged and the same officer who had shot you was calling an ambulance to the scene. A second officer took off his jacket and laid it down on the floor so Taehyung could lay you down and he was sobbing,

"Taehyung you have to go with us." You gripped onto his hand as the shaking began to happen, you were getting colder by the second.

"I'm cold Tae, hold me." You begged him and he looked at the officer pleading with him to stay by your side until he knew you were going to get taken care of.

"We'll look after her-"

"YOU SHOT HER!" He yelled out making you flinch as you felt him moving too quickly, you hissed as he touched the wound that was still leaking blood out.

"I called you! I told you where we would be and to arrest me! You didn't have to shot her!" You frowned not processing everything but just that he was the one that had turned himself in to the cops,

"You did this?" You whispered feeling tired, your words were slurring and Taehyung looked down at you.

"I did it for us, baby, I did it so we wouldn't have to keep running." You were starting to gasp for air when Taehyung screamed for the ambulance to hurry up,

"They're getting here as fast as they can." The officer who was talking with Taehyung said and Tae gripped you tightly.

"I want to go home Tae." You whispered looking up at him as he looked down at you nodding frantically,

"We'll go home, I know. We'll go home and we'll be okay." He told you as he held you in his arms, craddling your head in his arms as you stared up at him. You were no longer shaking from the cold it was numb to you now, it was as if you couldn't feel the wound anymore either.

"I want to go home," Your eyes were rolling backwards and he gripped your face in his hands not caring that he was getting your blood on you.

"Look me in the eyes, look me in the eyes Y/n." You stared at him trying to keep your eyes open but it was a losing battle as you whimpered out before coughing up blood,

"No, no, no baby, No." He groaned as you spat the blood out beside you,

"That's a lot of blood." You slurred and he shook his head at you,

"You're going to be fine Y/n, okay. I'll get you home. I'll take you home, let's go home." You nodded at him and he cradled you in his arms.

"We can go home." You repeated back to him and he pulled you closer trying to keep you warm when your eyes rolled backwards.

"No, Hey! No!" He started rocking you back and forth in his arms as he cried out for the ambulance to get there to you.

If you don’t want a happy ending stop here ;)

Taehyung stared down at you in the hospital bed as the beeping of your heart filled the room, you'd been hooked up to the machine for the last four months and you hadn't shown any sign of improvements.

"You need to go home and shower," Hoseok said when he came in to take over Taehyung's shift of watching over you. They were all taking it in turns to watch you in case something happened,

"What if she wakes up..."

"Then go and shower in the nurse's lounge, they already told you that you could." Hoseok sat down where Taehyung had been sitting and Tae kissed the top of your head going to find the nurse and ask where he was supposed to go.

"You've got to wake up you know, he's going insane and I think you're the only one that can convince him to shower properly." Hoseok joked as you laid there, he sighed going back to his phone.

The machine began to beep quicker than usual and Hoseok lifted his head up to see you stirring in your sleep, trying to rub your eyes but the IV drip was stopping you from moving your arms.

"Y/n?!" He asked and you turned to look at him squinting due to the bright light in the room and he rang the nurse's bell to get their attention.

"H-Hobi? Where's Tae?!" Your voice was coming out hoarse as you begged for answers but nurses were rushing into the room shoving him out.

"Where's Taehyung?!" You screamed but no one was answering your questions they were too busy trying to assess you and note everything done about you. Taehyung was standing in front of Hoseok in a pair of sweatpants and a top, his hair drenched.

"She woke up?!" You looked through the window as you heard his voice and you begged the nurses to leave you alone and that you were fine.

"Tae?!" He sprinted into the room cupping your face and looking at you to make sure he wasn't dreaming,

"What happened?! How are you here?! Why aren't you in prison?!" He chuckled as you fired of questions for him and he sat down in the chair next to you going on to explain everything.

"You had a trail?" He nodded and sighed taking your hand in his,

"I was supposed to hand myself in to get less of a sentence and we proved it was self-defence, my sister took the stand to speak about what he used to do to us and a neighbour took to the stand to tell them about it as well...Witnesses came forward to talk about how nice we both were when we were on the run and it lowered the charges. I was charged with running from a crime scene as well as tampering with evidence but I got away with a month community service once they played the footage of us in the airport." Your side hurt at the thought of the airport again and he sighed kissed your hand gently.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to open your eyes." He whispered kissing your forehead and then your hand again,

"Four months is a long time." You joked laying your head down on his shoulder, he smiled softly for the first time in months truly happy that you were awake and by his side once again.

"I love you." He whispered to you as you linked fingers together,

"I love you too." You repeated back to him.

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tracks [kim taehyung]

writer: yellow hippo

genre: short story, fan fiction, slice of life

synopsis:

1 train ride. 2 struggling souls. 3 things - Realizations. Friendship. New journey. Where would their last stop be?

character/s: kim taehyung [ace], jade [oc]

story:

• 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂 •

It was just one Sunday when we met. You were sitting there, staring out the window as the buildings pass us by. It was so serene. It was as if you were at peace. I had my own smile then as I stood in front of you. I couldn't hide my fondness of how you looked. So calm. I wish I was too. For moment, at least, I was. Thanks to you.

"Have a seat, miss." Your deep and husky tone brought me out of my trance. I stared at you, paling as I realized i must've looked dumb with a smile on. "Oh! Uhm. Thanks." I stuttered back as I sat in your place, my head down, eyes on your shoes. I couldn't raise my head up, still shy and stunned. Also because my anxiety started to creep back in as people stared when I sat. It was too much. Why is sitting down such a big deal? Should it be? What's wrong with me? But then I hear you again and everything just melts inside me. Your laugh was so cute. It made the smile creep back up my face. My eyes still trained on your feet, I noticed how they kept on moving. You might be having a hard time balancing? The train ride is not a smooth one especially now that the trail kept making zigzags. "Have a seat, mister." I patted the now empty space beside me, hoping that you would take the seat beside mine. You smiled down at me as you occupied the seat. Your smile is so blinding. It leaves me breathless. How can one train ride make you smile? Is it the view? Is it the fact that it's a Sunday, families buzzing on the ride as they make small talk of their one-day vacation? How I wish I could smile genuinely like you.

• 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁, 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂. •

It was so embarrassing how I kept missing my balance. Her eyes were always on my feet. I feel like I'm being judged. Is it too obvious that this was my first train ride ever? I must look so pathetic.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked me after some moments of silence between us. I laughed awkwardly, my sweaty palms hidden behind my neck.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Obvious?" Her eyes, my favorite shade of green that I can't put a name on, stare at me. Question marks all over her face.

"Yeah. Obvious that this was my first train ride?" My voice so low, not wanting anyone else to hear me.

"Oh, it is?" She covers her mouth as she giggles quietly. "Don't worry. It's our secret then."

She smiles so sweetly. No judgement in her voice and eyes. Why couldn't I have met her sooner? Why now when everything is-

"Hey? Don't think too much about it. Everyone has their own first experience on train rides. I did too."

Warm. So warm. The sun from the window feels so warm as she talks about her first train ride when she was in high school. She was fun to talk to. No awkward silence once she remembers another story in the middle of her current one.

"So, where's your stop?" She takes a breath as she finishes her story.

"No where. I mean-" I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. Her face when was priceless. And she even dare ask if I was homeless or if I ran away. She was willing to take me in, a total stranger, in her home.

Why did I have to meet her? Why just now? The year has what? More than 300 days and I had to meet her at the most unconventional time of my life.

I told her how I just wanted a look at the city from a different view since my hotel window, although better than any paintings in my hotel room, was getting too repetitive for me. Always the same view of the same city. I told her how suffocated I felt even if I was free to leave anytime. I told her how I wanted to have my windows change views every time I wake up.

"I hate routines." The train arrived at it's next stop. People come and go. "So, your stop?" I added quietly, my eyes passing by her own green ones before coming back to the train windows.

"I get down at the last station. That's where my school is. Just a few minutes of walking after this long ride."

"Last station it is, then."

• '𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮.•

"Last station it is, then."

A joyrider. Must have all the time in the world. Nothing but views to think of.

"A photographer?" I asked the man as I spot his camera bag.

"Hmm. You could say so, yeah, I guess?" Again, I am met with a serene smile.

A click and a flash caught me off guard. My eyes see green spots for a moment as I try to blink away the blurriness.

"Sorry about that." He chuckles as he puts his camera away.

"You shouldn't have done that. Nothing worth to see here." I gesture over my face, my palms sweating as I try to laugh my anxiety away. Not here Not now. Not even after the people has moved on from the quick flash of light from our seat. Not ever, please.

"Hey. Are you ok, miss? I'm really sorry. I just wanted a candid shot of you because-"

"Yes, I'm ok. Just not used with cameras and all. Those things hate me that they almost always break after having me as their target."

"How come? Well, I think my camera likes you. Not broken at all. See?" He takes out his camera and offers it to me.

He shows me the photo he took of me, as well as his hotel room window view. He showed me a picture of him with his dog. A picture of him and his older brothers. Pictures of other places he's been to. Beautiful. Everything he took a picture of was beautiful. Even the one he took of me. I looked normal. I looked surprised, but happy. Like I had no worries aside from the butt sore I would get from sitting down from this long train ride.

He took his camera back. He stared down at it on his lap, his serene smile never leaving his lips as my candid shot reflects on the screen. I can't help but smile as well. I laughed lightly. At least someone appreciates me even in an unconventional way.

• 𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 '𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. •

Another stop up ahead and we fell in the most comfortable silence I have ever felt. My eyes shift to the books on her lap and some paper peaking in the middle pages of the book. Interesting. Mythology?

"Which program are you in?" I pointed towards her stack of books on her lap as I asked her.

"Literature student. And film. I'm actually taking two majors-" A sigh and a content smile on her face. "-got in both programs for being a scholar since I was younger."

"Whoa. You must be smart then. Congrats!" I offered her my hand and can't help but chuckle at how tiny her hands are. Tiny and soft. So fragile.

"What's so funny?" Her nose is scrunched up as she hits my shoulders lightly.

"Ah nothing. Your hands. They're just so small. So delicate like some kind of petal. If you squeeze too much, it might break."

She opens her hands and stretches her fingers, massaging them, a small pout on her lips.

"They'll grow longer you'll see."

"Wanna bet?" I asked, smirking her way. "Once you've written a book or published any kind of film, I should be one of the first few to see the finished product. Call?"

Her face falls and takes a deep breath.

"That might not happen anytime, mister. I might die of old age even before doing anything out of my dreams." She looks down her shoes and I noticed a tear drop on her book.

Looking at her slumped shoulders, I could not help myself from rubbing circles on her, hoping it could somehow calm her down. But her shoulders shiver even more now, hiccups irregularly escaping her every breath.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry about this. God what's gotten into me. Must be because I only got a few hours of sleep. So many papers due this month. Professors bombarding us with papers before letting us actually breathe for the summer."

I offer her my handkerchief as she starts rubbing her at her eyes angrily.

"Eyeliner-" She points at her lids. "I might get this dirty."

"Nah. You might need it for later as well. Like you said. Summer. We can't have you sweating. I need my subject all fresh and pretty." I put the handkerchief just on top of her books and look down at our shoes instead, humming quietly as she wipes her tears away.

"This is nothing. I am nothing. I won't be able to agree with the bet even if I wanted to."

"Hey. It's ok. You're ok. It might be a long train ride-" I chuckle as her eyes crinkle from giggling. "-but you'll be something. You are already something. No. Someone. A someone worth the wait at the end of the ride. You'll make it something. I trust that. At least have my trust when you feel like nothing, alright?" I point at my handkerchief as I pat her head.

'You are already being something by not running away from your dreams. You already are making something. A progress that I crave for myself.'

The train chugs on as we roll back to another silence.

• 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓽? •

I kept my stare down, afraid of the judging eyes all around me - beside me - if I look back up. I look like a panda. Or worse, a clown. Great. I just ruined my make up. I have no time to retouch since I have reporting on my first class. What a reporter. A clown. An ugly clown who has nothing on her once the 'train ride' ends. It was always nothing.

Fighting for what I want has always been useless. I just made myself into the nothing that I am and will always be. Why did I even bother accepting the scholarship program? I won't be the writer that I want to be nor the film director that I always dream of being. I'll crash in an office job after graduation just to earn for a living. Who am I kidding. My dreams can't feed my family. I'm so selfish for wanting this when I won't be anything by then.

I can't bring myself to look up. He's something at least. He's traveling everywhere and taking the places he's visited with him.

"You're the something between us, mister." My head still down, but I saw him turn away from the window and towards me. A hum. But why does it sound so hopeless? So lost? My eyes veer away from my shoes to his. Black leather shoes. So shiny. Reminds me of his eyes.

"Something. Huh." He stands as I feel someone else take his place beside. Did I scare him Off? Only then did I look up and see him standing in front of me, he smiles down at the old lady now in his place. I smile at the lady as well as she nods and smiles towards us both.

"I might be something to someone, but I'm nothing to myself." He sighs, his smile turning melancholy as I stare up. I was about to contradict him but he surprises me as he suddenly kneels from where he stands. I avoid his eyes by looking behind me. A slight rain has made the window all blurry to see outside. I feel a sudden tug on my shoes and I look down at him.

"I'm running away from everything and making myself fall into nothing. But you? You're running into something. You might feel like it's nothing, but the fact that you're running towards something. Well. That's something. Something from the nothing like me who runs away from everything." He whispers low, only for my ears to hear.

He stands back up as I stare down at my shoes, knots tied perfectly in place, not knowing of what to make of what he just said.

• 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻. •

It's been silent for the past stops now. Both of us stuck with our own thoughts. But it's not awkward nor uncomfortable. Just a little heavy on the heart because just one more stop and it's the end of the track. What more is there to talk about? She said so herself that there won't be any betting. Her dreams and mine all getting further away as the train chugs forward. At least she fought somehow. I just ran and hid for as long as I can. But this has to end. Every ride has to end.

"So." She cleared her throat as the final announcement for her stop is heard over the speakers. "This is my stop, mister?"

"Ace Wilson. And please, drop the 'mister'. I graduated just a few months ago. Not as old as you think." I chuckled as I held my hands towards her, offering help her with the books.

"Jade Myers. Or just Jade. Thanks." She smiled as she put a book on my waiting palms. "Are you sure I'm not messing your schedule?" She smiles up at me, her height reaching just above my shoulders. What a tiny thing and yet she is fighting a battle. Winner or not, it's the effort that counts, right?

"Schedule? What schedule? Like I said. I'm just running away from everything. Might as well take a break from all that before I run further. There's no rush for me."

She leads the way. The road, or rather the gravel path, making scrunching noises every stomp of our foot. It was enough noise to cover the silence we've wrapped our self into.

• 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 •

(click for song inspiration of this story)

I look up at him, my eyes squinting close because of the sun, as we near my school gates.

Just a name and his little stories. That's all there is to him. Questions he will leave though. Questions that I will be facing after losing my fight.

Will he start his own battles when I end mine? Would his run bring him somewhere? Would I meet him again someday when I start running away, or 'if' I run away? Will I stop where he is if I do run? What then? Why stop?

I may know his name, but he will remain a stranger to me.

"Thanks again, Ace." I grab my book from him as I wave goodbye, entering the school gate. He stands there, his serene smile back from when I first saw him. Back from where we started.

Strangers, with only names.

• 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆? •

I wish I rode a different train cart. Or maybe I should've never rode a train in the first place. I could've ridden a plane and flew back to where people were waiting for me. I could've stayed home and not get lost. I could've continued fighting even if I see myself losing. At least I fought and lost with no regrets. There is harm in trying, but there is also knowledge. Knowing that you fought though you knew your fate is a win in itself. You at least fought. Your fall would not be in vain.

Why did I have to meet Jade in the most inconvenient time. She left me with regrets. But also a new found determination to fight. I will keep running. But this time, I will run towards my dream. I'll fight if I have to.

• 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶.•

The thought of just running away keeps climbing up my 'to-do list' once I graduate. Should I really just run from the reality my family wants to thrust upon me and go for what I want instead? Yes. Yes I do want to run. I want to be what I want to be. I want to continue being selfish. I want to keep fighting. Is the fight and the run worth all that I'll leave behind?

My heels clack on the corridor as I run to my first class. Looking like a clown for my smudged make up, but who the fuck cares? I've decided to fight. The smudge got nothing on the blood I will shed for my win. I can always wipe it all away.

A serene smile left my own lips as I dug his handkerchief out of my pocket. Yes, I can always wipe away the blood shed and run.

I want to feel the wind on my face and fingertips. I want the shiver of excitement. I want to feel. I want to be free.

And I will be, because I'm running away.

I open the door to the classroom and I know that my run has begun. No turning back. The whistle started the race.

I'm running away.

• 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻? •

Strangers.

Having different tracks, but the ride would end at the same station. Not once but twice would their fates collide. But for now one train is moving onward and the other stops at a station. But they will again meet at the end of the track.

For now, they are simply Jade Myers and Ace Wilson.

#bts fic #bts scenarios #bts v #bts taehyung #kpop #like strangers #AJ Mitchell song fic #bts x original character #bts x oc #v x oc #taehyung x oc #original character #bts fan fiction #slice of life #short story #bts ff

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sheeple · 4 years

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Real thing | 5: An unexpected guest speaker

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): mafia!au / hacker!au Group(s): NCT Pairing(s): Qian Kun x fem!reader / Jung Jaehyun x fem!reader Summary: (Y/n), a college student who joined WayV ─ an international crime organization ─ for some extra cash as one of their hackers. But what happens when she gets mixed up in a lot more heavy stuff than only sitting behind a computer and disabling security cameras? Warning(s): A panic attack happens at the end, so be prepared if it triggers you [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

It’s been a month or so since the cafe incident and I haven’t heard or seen Qian since then. Thank God he keeps up his own anonymity policy.

Qian Kun has this rule that he shouldn’t know the faces of certain departments, IT in specific. It keeps him and his employees save. Once someone gets recruited they only know the people closest to them and someone from Qian’s inner circle.

YY and Lucas are the only faces I knew before I accidentally saw a photo of Qian on YY’s screen.

YY had to do a background check on someone and accidentally opened Qian’s file when he wanted to show me how he did it.

Of course, my first thought ─ like probably every other female he came across ─ is that he’s handsome. Not the big and buff way of handsome with a sixpack and a V line where you can cut fruit with.

But the timeless kind of handsome. He’s still young but has a mean stare, thick eyebrows, and an okay bone structure. Not like that makes sense, but for him it does.

So imagine my surprise when, the first thing I see when I walk in my first class of the day, I see Qian himself standing next to the teacher, talking to him.

I quickly take place in the back of the class next to Ah Ran, one of my girlfriends, to hide between the masses without him seeing me.

“Who’s that?”, I ask her in a whisper as we grab our laptops out of our bags.

“I don’t know”, she replies with a shrug, “isn’t that the guest speaker of today? The one about business strategies?”

I look back to the front and my eyes lock with Qian. I gulp before quickly looking away. This couldn’t be any worse.

“Settle down everyone.” Mr Li’s voice booms over everyone’s muffled chatter and the whole room grows quiet.

“Today we have a guest speaker. This is Qian Kun, he owns a small business in the economics field and will be telling you guys about the ins and outs of economics.”

I swallow thickly, what is he planning? Qian is lucky this isn’t my class with Jaehyun. Otherwise, it would have been a total disaster.

The hour passes slowly, with me not concentrating on any of Qian’s words. I feel his intense stares on my figure but I try my hardest to ignore it. The girls around me giggle, thinking he’s looking at them.

After the presentation Qian prepared finally turns black, Mr Li reminded us to finish our paper on business strategies with the newfound information of Qian, he dismisses us.

“Hey, can I take a look at your notes after school? I couldn’t keep my attention to the presentation”, I ask Ah Ran as I quickly put my laptop in it’s designated spot in my bag.

She rolls her eyes but complies. “Only if you buy me lunch.”

I laugh and push her hair away from her shoulder. “For you and your amazing notes, anything.” Ah Ran and I walk down towards the exit when Mr Li stops me.

“(Y/n), can you come here for a second.”

I stop in my tracks and look at Ah Ran. “Go to your class, I have a free period after this anyways.”

I turn around with a fake smile and walk towards Mr Li and Qian. “Yes, professor?”

“Can you accompany Mr Qian to his car. The building is such a maze for someone outside our organisation..” Mr Li laughs a charitable chuckle, Qian joining him with cold eyes and I nod, knowing that I have no choice but to see Qian out.

“Of course, sir. No problem.” I turn towards Qian and nod. “Ready to go, Mr Qian?”

He nods and holds up his briefcase. “Yes, shall we?”

I bow one last time to Mr Li before leading Qian out of the classroom, my fake smile falling.

“I got so lost on my way here that I didn’t want that a second time”, chuckles Qian as if he’s not some gangster with probably a .48 Glock in that briefcase of his.

As we enter a deserted corridor, I stop and turn towards him. “No offence sir, but why are you here? Do you know how risky it would be if one of the two suspects saw you?”, I hiss the last part while taking a step closer towards him, still keeping enough distance between us.

Qian coughs before looking around. “Hendery actually had to go but he has a... more important job right now. And I have the morning free so I thought why not? I didn’t even know this was your college.”

A humourless laugh leaves my lips. “Don’t tell lies, Sir. I know you did a background on me, YY told me.”

With a sight, Qian looks away and runs a hand through his hair. “No lying to you, I guess.”

I roll my eyes and start to walk towards the exit, almost jumping three steps at a time down the stone stairs. The faster Qian is away from school grounds, the earlier I can discuss this with YY and rage about it.

Qian follows me quickly, not wanting to be lost again in the school. “How are you? Did your neck heal?”

“Sir...”, I sigh, holding the doors open for him to walk out. “Just... let me handle this, okay? I can do this.” I scan the parking lot and walk towards the most expensive-looking car.

“Thank you for escorting me out. And I do trust you with this assignment, even though it’s not your field.” Qian opens the door on the drivers’ side and throws the briefcase on the backseat.

I nod shortly before turning around, quickly walking away.

“(Y/n)...”, he calls behind me and I stop, “I have to ask you something.”

‘Shit’ I think and turn around on my heels. “Yes?”, I smile uncomfortably.

“I need you to be my date for a gala this weekend.”

I look baffled at Qian. This has to be a joke. He can’t be serious right now. Doesn’t he have escorts or sugar babies for that?

“You’re kidding right?” But the blank look on his face makes me realize that he is serious.

I shake my head as Qian begins to talk, explaining his motive. “I am expected to bring a partner with me. I can’t bring Lucas with me. Rumours will start and that’s not good for the economy. Since you’re the only... female I know and trust─”

“So you decided that it has to be me who you take with you to that meeting-thingy. Like a piece of arm candy, a pawn to use.” I cut in with slight anger rising in my tone, the idea of just sitting there and being pretty going strongly against my moral.

“Do not cut me off! I am your boss, you have to comply with my order”, he urges angrily and takes a step closer to me, towering over my figure. Our eyes lock and I see those familiar cold eyes I saw back in the basement. My breathing hitches in my throat and I take another step back, the anger replacing with slight fear.

Qian notices my sudden change in behaviour and posture pulling him out his trance, his eyes softening slightly. He takes two steps back and exhales deeply, closing his eyes to calm himself.

“I apologize for my outburst.” He looks away and neatens his suit jacket and dress shirt.

“No, you are right, sir. You are my boss and that was an... order. Just call or text me what I have to wear and when to expect you. I’m sure you could get my number from Lucas. Now if you excuse me.”

I turn around and speed walk away from Qian Kun and his unnecessary expensive-looking car. As I turn around, I bump into a chest and stumble backwards. I land on the ground with an ‘oof’ escaping my lips.

“Oh, (Y/n)!”, calls out Jaehyun and helps me up by my arms. Great, just what I needed, more mafia men in the middle of me having a beginning panic attack.

My vision starts to blur and my knees give in, making me drop to the ground. A loud gasp leaves Jaehyun’s lips and he quickly catches me, pulling me towards one of the many benches in the hallway.

“Breathe”, he whispers and pushes my hair away from my face, his eyes falling on the light scar on my neck. “Focus on my voice and close your eyes. Breathe deeply in, hold for a second, and then breathe out. Breathe in... hold... breathe out.”

I concentrate on Jaehyun and lean against him, focussing on how deep his voice is and the way his thumbs rub circles on the top of my hands.

“When you feel ready, open your eyes and look into mine. Focus on them and, if you can do it, describe them for yourself.”

My eyes flutter open and I study his face first. How his bangs cover most of his forehead, his angular eyebrows, the small rings piercing his ears.

I finally look up, expecting to see cold eyes. The eyes I meet are everything except cold. They are warm and look at me with great worry.

“I see... warmth. And comfort. Little specs of lighter brown in them. I like them, they shine in the sunlight”, I mutter to myself, the words escaping my lips.

It seems like Jaehyun still heard it because his breath stops. He comes closer but stops just millimetres away from my face, quickly standing up from the bench and coughing.

“Let me take you home. You can’t continue your day like this.” Jaehyun takes off his jacket and places it over my shoulders, engulfing me in an earthy smell. Strong hints of sandalwood, patchouli, and rosewood.

I don’t ague and let him lead me outside, into his car and drive me home. As Jaehyun opens up the door of my apartment and placing me on the couch with a blanket and a glass of water before he leaves again with a sad smile on his face, a single thought crosses my mind.

How did he knew where I live?

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tubofskippy · 4 years

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Speaking of a Book of Mormon movie, look what I just found in my notes! I only got as far as You and Me (But Mostly Me)... but I could keep going!

These were originally notes for something I was going to storyboard.

BOM THE MOVIE

Open on the actual book. Light shining on it, like a fairy tale. It opens to the nephites scene “I... am Jesus.” It’s paper animation, like how South Park is.

...

“All over the world!” Music... the book closes, and the front cover fades to the same front cover in Price’s hands.

HELLO!

Start with shots of elder price straightening his tie, name tag, running a comb through his hair.

He steps up to the door with the book in his hand. We don’t see his face yet.

Ding dong.

The door opens, and we now see his face for the first time, with a big grin, book in hand.

“Hello. My name is Elder Price.”

Song continues and cuts to different Mormons at different doors. Each doorbell has a different color door, different comedic people answering.

Sometimes there will be split frames.

Doors will be slammed in faces.

One Mormon smiles as he is about to walk up to another door, while another Mormon is being chased into the street by a dog.

Elder Cunningham buzzes a whole apartment complex. The “hello would you like to change religions” is a frame we see of him shouting through a security camera.

“NOO, NO, Elder Cunningham”

Maybe is in Arnold’s conscience? Idk.

...

“So you won’t burn in—“ One

Mormon has made a placement, but he watches angrily through the window as the person throws the book into their fireplace. “HE-HELLLOO”

The book of... MOOOOOOORMOOOON

camera pans from one door to the whole neighborhood. Title sequence. The doorbell in the word Mormon becomes part of a real door, and someone presses it for the final ding dong. The title sequence fades away.

the final HELLOOOOO could be a split frame of them waving? Like how they were on the risers?

TWO BY TWO

Takes place in the missionary training center. Looks sort of like a classroom. Their instructor is on screen, not just a voice. The boys eagerly wait in their desks.

(OR we do a Charlie Brown thing, where the instructor is never fully shown)

We start in the hallway with the 3 boys. “Do you have any idea where they’re sending you elder price?”

After “SOMETHING INCREDIBLEEEE” they run into the classroom and take their seats. They tap their fingers and bounce their legs to the faint snare roll and “tck bum. bum. tck bum. bum.”

It lasts a bit longer than in the soundtrack. Some close ups on Cunningham taking out his gum or something.

“Form a line and wait til your name is called.”

They line up against the back wall.

Once the boys start getting paired up, they dance at the front of the room. “HOO-AH... (jump on desks. Knees are bent. quick jump.) HEY-YAH, (turn away,) SHOO-WAH (turn towards each other, excitedly) ZADAP-WOW!” Unfold legs jump off of desks, go side be side and do the “TWO BY TWO” march.

.....

Kevin is in line towards the window. He stares at a religious painting on the wall.

“Heavenly Father, (then turns his attention out the window, the typical daydreaming face) where will I go on my mission?” In the window’s reflection we see the other boys come into focus and repeat “on my mission...” Kevin wistfully leans against a map on the back wall. “Will it be China or ol’ Mexico on my mission?”

San Fran by the bay... Australia where they say g’day... (he stares at the continents with romanticized wonderment)

...

“To my favorite place....” Zoom in on Price’s face. The background fades to black, spotlight on Price. He is so wishful it hurts. “ORLANDOOOO” zoom out to see his whole outstretched arm. He’s in Orlando now. A background of sea world whirls past him, a dolphin jumps over his head, the background whirls to Disney world. “GOLFIIING” He hits a put put ball towards the camera. The ball is the transition back to the classroom setting.

“ELDER PRICE!”

“YES SIR!”

...

“.....elder Cunningham!”

“THAT’S ME! THAT’S ME!” Arnold pushes desks aside to scramble to the front of the room. The noise is horrific. “hellO!”

“Your mission location will be...”

Zoom in on elder Price again, black background like his fantasy. *crossed fingers, mouthing the words orlandoorlandoorlando

“UGANDA!”

Black background quickly comes back to normal classroom.

Horrible noise. Instead of from instruments skidding, it came from Elder Cunningham pushing another desk.

Their faces are priceless.

“...Oh boy! Like Lion King!"

...

Desk dancing, evolves into marching down the hallway while high-fifing, clapping, and dancing...

“CHRIIIIII-IIIIIIIST! Of Latter Day Saints.“

They’re outside at this point. Song ends abruptly and everything carries on as normal. Price walks to the bus stop, and elder Cunningham rushes to catch up to him.

Of course he annoys Kevin. We get a taste of what this relationship is going to be like. Kevin takes measures as to avoid him on the way home.

Time passes.

YOU AND ME (BUT MOSTLY ME)

This song obviously takes place in the airport. The music starts as they’re standing in line to have their passports stamped.

…

“You’ve done an awesome job, Kevin!”

The song pauses. Cut to the woman holding up the passport photo to his face, comparing the two. “Kevin...” he sings again. Then speaks: “I’m Kevin Price, I’m nineteen. That’s not the best photo of me, I sneezed and it was like five dollars to get it retaken, so…” The woman stamps it. “Thank you.”

Cut to the airport hallways.

“Now it’s our time to go out—“

Arnold is on one of those moving walkways and slides past Kevin as he sings “MY BEST FRIIIEEND”

Kevin starts jogging to match Arnold’s pace.

“And we can do it together, you and me—“

But it seems like Price thinks of it more as a race. He reaches the end of it just before Arnold does, and stands in front of it, his bag tripping Arnold as he gets off the walkway.

“BUT MOSTLY MEEEEE!”

Kevin happily skips towards a Kiosk. “You and me but mostly me—“ He snatches a newspaper, “...are gonna change the world forever.” He runs towards the wall, where there’s an interactive screen. "Cuz I can do most anything—“ On the screen, there’s a camera projecting whoever stands in front of it, so basically, there’s a big Kevin on the wall. Cunningham enters the frame, farther away from the screen. “And I can stand next to you and watch!” Kevin messes around with filters on the screen, the first one being a hero, and the second one being a captain.

Cut to a restaurant they’re eating at.

“Every dinner needs a side dish—“

The server places a tiny mac n cheese or something Arnold ordered off of the kid’s menu on the table. “On a slightly smaller plate!”

They’re gleefully zig-zagging through the stanchions as they get in line for security. “And now we’re seeing eye to eye! It’s so great we can agree! That heavenly father has chosen you and me— just mostly me…“ At this point Kevin has kicked off his shoes and placed his bag on the conveyer belt, then steps up to the metal detector. “Something incredible…” As he passes through the detector doorframe, reality distorts into a fantasy spotlight again. “I’ll do something incredibleeee! I wanna be the Mormon who changed all of man kind…” Price’s surroundings are black. The only things that remain are the metal detector, and Arnold, who sets the alarm off and is stopped in his tracks by the security guards. “MY BEST FRIEEEEND” Kevin spins around and Arnold and the security are swept off screen. “It's something I’ve foreseen: now that I’m nineteen… I’ll do something INCREDIBLE, that BLOWWS GOD’S FREAKIN MIIIIIIND!”

As he hits these notes, reality fades back in, and he’s standing on the rim of an airport fountain, sticking out above all of the other travelers. The camera swoops to a bird’s eye view of the airport as if Price’s voice sent it launching up there.

Cut to the long set of stairs leading up to the door of the plane. The camera follows both boys as they race up the steps. “And as long as we stick together—“ Cunningham is in front of him, but leans to the side to let Kevin through, “and I stay out of your way-OUT OF MY WAY”

…

“So quit singing about it and do it, how ready and psyched are we?” They’re on the plane, pushing their way through the isle. They find their seats and settle in. They smush their faces against the tiny window. “Life is about to change for you,” they turn to look at each other, “and life is about to change for me.” Kevin buckles his seat belt, and Arnold struggles with his. “And life is about to change for you and me—“ Kevin buckles it for him. “But me mostly…” And tightens it.

He looks at Arnold compassionately. “And there’s no limit to, what we can do…” He places a hand on his shoulder. “Me and you.” Arnold smiles at him. Kevin turns his gaze. “BUT MOSTLY—“ ALL of the passengers on the plane sigh/moan.

Cut to the outside of the plane, taking off.

“MEEEEEEEEEEE!”

It flies into the distance.

#the book of mormon #bom #tbom #broadway #book of mormon #elder cunningham #elder price #arnold cunningham #kevin price #andrew rannells #josh gad #long post

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yellowhippo · 3 years

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𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 1 : 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙳𝚘

"Have a seat, miss." Your deep and husky tone brought me out of my trance. I stared at you, paling as I realized i must've looked dumb with a smile on.

"Oh! Uhm. Thanks." I stuttered back as I sat in your place, my head down, eyes on your shoes.

I couldn't raise my head up, still shy and stunned. Also because my anxiety started to creep back in as people stared when I sat. It was too much. Why is sitting down such a big deal? Should it be? What's wrong with me? But then I hear you again and everything just melts inside me. Your laugh was so cute. It made the smile creep back up my face.

My eyes still trained on your feet, I noticed how they kept on moving. You might be having a hard time balancing? The train ride is not a smooth one especially now that the trail kept making zigzags.

"Have a seat, mister." I patted the now empty space beside me, hoping that you would take the seat beside mine. You smiled down at me as you occupied the seat. Your smile is so blinding. It leaves me breathless. How can one train ride make you smile? Is it the view? Is it the fact that it's a Sunday, families buzzing on the ride as they make small talk of their one-day vacation?

How I wish I could smile genuinely like you.