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exi-dentally · 6 years

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Chemistry - Moon Bin x Reader

Title: Chemistry Author: Haru. Pairing: Moon Bin x MC Summary: “We have so much chemistry together!” “You mean the class, right?”

The set-up for the lab was a lot more.... complex than most of the labs they have done previously. "You have nice handwriting right?" Asked her teacher, walking up to her as the senior student walked into class, books - her notebook, textbook, pencil case with various office supplies galore and calculator - at her seat on the lab bench on the far right of the room. She placed her books down and nodded, "Yeah, kind of, yes." "Great," He then handed her a pad of lined paper and a black white board marker. He then walked over to a metal push cart piled with chemicals, various sides of beakers and gloves. He then fixed his red safety goggles on his face, straighten out his bright white lab coat - okay since when were lab coats this clean? Seriously! Everyone gets theirs dirty while the teacher's looks so pristine - and pushed his cart to the first station. "Label those beakers," He placed a white container with a lid on the table and looked over at the girl. "Label this one as waste bin," Which she complied as she popped the cap off the marker and, in her best handwriting, wrote what she was told to write on the lined paper. "And then, tape it with this," He handed her a roll of scotch tape and pushed his cart to the other stations as the girl followed and labelled what had to be labelled - chemicals and the waste bins. "Once you're finished, keep following me around the class so that we can label everything else." "This," He picked up a beaker which another student that had helped set up, place and looked down at the paper he had taped on the desk previous to the lab at the type of chemicals he needed to provide for the students. "Is hydrochloric acid, or HCl," he then grabbed some silver, metal ribbon and placed it into a smaller beaker along with some wire clippers which was laid to the left of the beaker. "Also label this as magnesium ribbon." And with that he pushed his cart to the next station. Since when did Science labs require this much work? "He said it was a carousel type of lab," The girl muttered under her breath as she uncapped the white board marker and labeled what she was told on the beakers and on separate lined pieces of paper. "I thought carousels were supposed to be fun." The senior student taped the paper to the desk and continued to follow her teacher like a lost puppy and obeyed his instructions. "Alright students!" The teacher stood in front of the class, standing behind his desk in front of the room. "Before we start the lab I need you all to grab safety equipment," The students eagerly stood up, making the professor in the front clear his throat. "After you clear your lab benches, tie up your long hair and take off your hoodies." "But it's cold," One of the students groaned as they hugged themselves to preserve their body heat. "Can't I keep it on, sir?" "If you'd rather risk your life and get chemicals on your hoodie," He popped the collar of his white lab coat to emphasize his point. "Which is probably the type of material which will allow liquid chemicals to seep into it and come in contact with your skin and severely injure, not only yourself, but someone else as well." The student, who was unable to refute against their teacher's argument - ah, since when did Chemistry class turn into Debate class? - stubbornly took off her hoodie and folded it messily before stuffing the damn thing into her lab bench cubby. The rest of the class laughed as they continued to follow the rules - tying back long hair with an elastic band and hoodies off their person - and walked over to the rightmost wall of the room where plastic, clear, rectangular organizing boxes were filled to the brim with safety goggles and lab aprons. "Make sure to grab the goggles which over around your eyes," He took off his bright red safety goggles and gestured to the grey silicon covering around it with his index finger. "So that nothing, and I mean nothing, gets into your goggles and contaminates or destroys your eyes. We are working with chemicals, and even though I know most of them aren't as harmful as some you might use in University, it's always good to be cautious!" Most of the class began to pair up with their friends for the group of two carousel lab, and since their class was an odd number of students, one of them was left out - Moonbin, one of five other boys who were the school's pride and joy, ASTRO, the school's award winning glee team... That is, if you actually cared about Glee. "Binnie-ah," The teacher leaned over his desk and rested his chin on his palm which was propped up by his elbow. "No partner?" "No," The boy politely replied, looking around at the other groups of two in the class. Why couldn't his friends take Chemistry with him? Oh, right, they signed him up for this class since his crush, the decently popular (Y/N), was in it. "I can do it alone." "Labs require you to have a partner," The teacher replied, trying to find a group who wouldn't mind another joining them. "How about you join them?" He then points to a group heating a small, wire of copper over a bunsen burner with tongs - Station B. To his luck - he couldn't tell if the fates were trying to hint at something - the group consisted of his crush, the beautiful ball of stars herself and another student he swore he shares music class, 3rd period, with. "Sure." The boy held in his delight as he made his way - more like skipped - over to his assigned group.

"So, you're joining us?" The girl, his crush, spoke up as he neared her, sending a sweet smile his way. "Yes, is there a problem? Because I can join another--" "Oh, no it's fine!" The girl raised her hands in protest for a couple seconds before handing him the tongs which held the heated up iron wire. "Here, tell me what you see." "Wha--" "Just do it," She giggled and let the dark bluenette observe the wire much closer. "We need a 3rd observation point, and Haru and I only came up with three." "What do you have so far?" "Just that the iron changed color as it began heating up," Moonbin was trying so hard not to stare as the girl was glancing down at her observation table and reading what they had seen. "No carbon residue was made." "It turned green," Spoke Moonbin as he held it closer to his face, squinting a little. "I mean, it's really faint and hard to see, but it's there." "It's green?" The girl scooted over to Moonbin, making him almost... almost blush. The proximity of her face, seeing the roundness in her lips and how her cheeks looked soft and-- Oh, someone help before he kissed her and outed his crush on her. "Woah, that's so cool! I wonder why it's green!" "It's because when copper becomes oxidized, meaning it comes in contact with enough oxygen, it turns green," Their teacher explained as he made his rounds to the groups of students around the lab benches. The senior girl moved away from Moonbin and turned around as soon as she heard her teacher answering her question. Oh, thank the lords the teacher answered his silent plea. "The statue of Liberty, before it turned green, was made out of copper. The reason it's green now is because of oxidization." "Huh," The girl's eyes then travelled to the small stripe of green on the end of the copper wire. "Then why isn't it completely green where we applied heat?" "That depends on how much you heat it up." "Makes sense." Binnie placed the copper wire in the waste beaker and wrote down his observations using his pencil, occasionally glancing over at his crush.

The next station was about double displacements - where the most electronegative ion displaces with the least electronegative ion. "What's the first two elements that need mixing?" (Y/N) asked as she took out latex gloves from the freshly opened box and snapped them onto her hands. "Um," Moonbin glanced down at his sheet, making sure he was reading the right thing by underlining each word he was reading with his index finger. "Sodium Sulfate," The girl picked up the pipette which was placed in the liquid chemical named and squeezed some into the test tube in her hand. "And Barium Chloride." "It makes a cloudy liquid." "There's some white stuff at the top too." "That looks disgusting," The girl spoke as she carefully put the test tube on the wooden rack before grabbing another clean one. "Okay, next?" "Potassium Iodide and Lead (II) Nitrate." Once the two chemicals reacted, a yellow liquid started to form, making the three chemistry students gasp. "The tube's turning yellow too!" Moonbin quickly scribbled down observations as his angelic crush tilted the test tube around, watching as the yellow liquid tinted the sides of the tube. "Awesome!" "Next one is Sodium Carbonate and Calcium Chloride." "Comin' right up!" The girl laughed as she picked up another tube while placing the other one down on the rack. "Na2CO3," She sang as the pipette sucked up some of the liquid chemical and squeezing it into the test tube without touching the base of the tube as instructed. "And some CaCl2. That makes--" "Nothing." "Geeze, what a let down." "It's slightly cloudy." "But not as much as the first one." "Still kind of a let down." The class ended as soon as they finished that experiment, taking off their goggles and safety equipment, placing it in the right places - their teacher really adored organization - and packed up their things to head to second period. Luckily enough, Moonbin and the female student, which he liked with all his heart, shared a spare. "Goodbye, Sir." He heard the girl bid her professor farewell politely as she started to walk out of the classroom. Shit, move faster, Binnie! Bolting out of the room, he barely bumped into Sanha, another member in his Glee club group, ASTRO. "Binnie-hyung!" The elder sighed as he lost sight of his crush. Great, there goes his chance to talk to her. "Eunwoo-hyung said that there was a Glee club meeting during second." "But Eunwoo-ah has History in this period and there's a test--" "It's for nationals," Sanha explained as he swung an arm over his hyung and started to make their way to the dance room located on the first floor. "Apparently Jinwoo-hyung says that there's people scouting people to become idols!" "Idols?" Moonbin raised a brow at the brunette's claims. Idols? Them? It was a miracle they made it to nationals last year - since the other bands had spied on them, and stole their opening song aka... Cheating. "That's a pretty crazy thing, Sanha." "Ah, hyung, don't be like that," Sanha opened the door for Moonbin and allowed him to pass through before the younger male. "We can kick their butts! If we made it through Sectionals, we can make it through Nationals!" "That'll take a million miracles." The next day, the lab was to continue as soon as the students stepped into class - since the teacher had a lesson to finish up after the lab so that their test, which happened to sadly be next week, would feature both of the labs they had done this week. "Hey, partners!" The girl greeted with a grin as she pushed the goggles down from her forehead and covering her eyes. "Ready to finish the last few stations?" "Yeah!" Her other partner replied, sporting the same bright grin as the girl - damn her smile was cute and contagious. "Which ones do we have left?" "The teacher demo, which he advised to do last," Moonbin replied, scanning the sheet at the different stations they had to do. "And Station C." "Station C it is!" The girl grabbed ahold of the sleeve of Moonbin's lab coat and guided him to the station. Even if it was minimal contact - if only they didn't have to wear these stupid coat, his skin would come in contact with her smooth, small hands - it made him giddy and blush. Oh someone help this poor unfortunate soul. "So, do we put the Magnesium before we put in the acid, or after we put in the acid?" Asked (Y/N) as she measured a decent length of Magnesium ribbon with her thumb before using the wire cutters to cut the ribbon. "I think we put it before." "But it says to put it into the solution." "So then after?" "But when he showed us, he demonstrated putting the ribbon before--" "Oh screw it," The girl hastily threw the ribbon into the test tube and used the pipette to squeeze some water into the tube. "I'll do it my way. The stupid instructions aren't clear enough." Once the two reacted, she handed the tube over to the dark bluenette, who covered the opening of the tube with his finger. "You have to tell us when you feel pressure." "And how long will that take?" "Just hold it tight," The girl replied with a laugh, lifting up her hand and ruffling the front of his hair. "Be patient. Patience is key." "Being patient is boring." "Being patient means that when you finally get whatever the hell it is done," The girl side-stepped around Binne to pick up the lighter for the bunsen burner and tried making a spark with it to practice. "It'll be worth the wait. Makes sense?" Of course it does. He has tons of patience... When it comes to her.

Class ended without a hitch, nothing was burnt down and Moonbin gained a little bit of confidence to talk to his crush without making a complete fool out of himself - doubt she remembers, but he recalled in 6th grade that he made Jinjin invite her to play with them during recess just so he could try and talk to her... He ended up freaking out in the bathroom the whole time. "Uh, hey, partner!" Binnie called as he ran down the hall to catch up with her, making her turn as soon as she heard the little inside joke. "What's your next class?" Horrible conversation starter; you both share a spare and usually spend it in the library. "A spare," She replied with a smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. "You?" "Ah, same!" He tried to play it cool, sending her his signature smile that made the ladies - who were into Gleeks - faint. "Do you... want to spend your spare with me?" The girl thought for a second, probably thinking of ways to reject his offer, but; "Sure, why not? I'm kinda done with studying for my math test, I already know I'm going to flunk it!" "Oh, c'mon don't say that," The two turned and started to make their way towards the library, laughing. "You're pretty smart." "Says the one who's on the honor roll!" "That was last year's honor roll, and that was, for your information, the first time I've ever gotten that award!" Chemistry. They sure had it. You could clearly see it. And yes, I meant the class.

A/N: I finally had the energy to write! I’ve been keeping this idea of mine in the vault of ideas since I didn’t really have any exciting labs ... but yesterday was the fated day! So here, have some Chemistry Partners au! Binnie.

-H.

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racheltkellogg · 7 years

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From Battleground to Higher Ground

Wow, it’s already Halloween! Time has really escaped me in the last month. That means a lot has happened in the past few weeks. Truly, much more than I’ve wanted to share until this point. In talking about the many battles I’ve faced this year, I’m finally starting to feel like a bit of a broken record. In the last month, I’ve been accused of ruining lives due to my illness. I’ve been accused of dragging people down with “my medical”. Quite frankly, I’ve really been put through the wringer emotionally. Life is about as unclear now as it was right after my diagnosis and I had to stop working. But in the midst of all that noise, this blanket of peace is covering me. That peace is God and knowing He’s the ultimate Author of my life. God gives the toughest battles to His strongest warriors. I can’t help but acknowledge this passion in my soul to live a life filled with people who are fighting – and struggling to fight – just as I am.

Exactly one day after my last blog update, I was rushed to the ER here in Seattle. It was a very unfortunate situation since I was making positive strides, physically and mentally, after my long hospitalization. Just before the close of September, I found out some devastating, heartbreaking news. You guys know me, I’m an open book. But this particular situation was so triggering, I simply don’t want to share what happened. Many of you know I’ve jumped through hoops after my latest boyfriend and I broke up. That was just two months ago. Since then I’ve undergone a 3-and-a-half week hospitalization, had to dump my former living situation and move, have been fundraising like crazy to keep a roof over my head – and now, a scary trip to the ER. In this span of a month, I’ve also learned I won’t be returning to television news any time soon – if ever. I’ll get more into the work update later in this post, but first I want to focus on the story surrounding this ER visit. It’ll give you a better sense of how strongly my chronic illness is fueled by my emotions. During the evening of Friday, September 29th, I was shocked by some unexpected personal news. In the moments following the discovery, I engaged in a phone call that was demeaning and negative beyond belief. Those 20-short minutes led me into a spiral of anxiety that I couldn’t control. My body reacted in a way it never has before. I was vomiting profusely, nearly convulsing at times. I’ve truly never experienced anything like this before. Luckily, in that moment while vomiting, I had the wherewithal to text the person I last spoke with and demanded they call 911. Next thing I know, I’m being hauled away in an ambulance and would spend the next seven hours in the emergency room. I underwent even more tests, and doctors/nurses continued to monitor my vitals throughout the night.

I was finally discharged after 6am Saturday morning. I had to order an Uber to get home because I didn’t have my car. By the way, there’s nothing more humbling than getting home from the ER in an Uber - especially while recovering from your own emergency situation. Later that morning, I saw my therapist. I cried for the first 20 minutes of my appointment. I couldn’t spit out a single word. Just a few hours before that, I was discharged. I still hadn’t processed the news from the night before, or the surprise ER visit. For the next two weeks, I couldn’t eat. I tried, but fought endless amounts of nausea and heightened anxiety. It was as if a lion was chasing me for seven to 10 straight days. My GP flared up. I lost more weight (down to 110lbs). My doctors became more worried - and that alone induces more personal stress for me. I’ve been praying for my situation for months, but after this ER visit, I couldn’t stop praying. I was so spent, I found myself asking – how is this life even worth it?

Here’s where God comes in - it’s crazy. Just 12 hours after being discharged from the ER, I attended an anniversary party for my church. About 30 minutes into that party, I got an email congratulating me on being chosen as an Ambassador for the inspirational brand, Live A Great Story. This is huge for me. I’ve been following the movement for three years - about the amount of time it’s been around. Man, timing is everything. I found myself thanking Jesus moments after I received the news of my ambassadorship. Not only for the opportunity, but because I know it’s affirmation from God that He wants me to LIVE OUT A GREAT STORY with my illness. I had to remind myself of the positives I’ve learned from this life-changing journey, once again. God reminded me WHY I’m on this path. Certainly, it’s not for me alone - but for the lives I hope to touch and inspire right now and in the future.

As an ambassador, I want to share positivity, love and encouragement around the Seattle area. This city is amazing and deserves the empowering message surrounded by this movement. One that truly reflects the life of Jesus, too! He lived the greatest, most selfless story of all - so why can’t I?

Soon here, I’ll be organizing a few events to try and inspire Seattleites to live a great story. Maybe a Day of Kindness, or a day of storytelling - where people can share their struggles only to be accepted for them. If you have ANY ideas, I wanna hear all about them!

Shortly after my visit to the ER, I enrolled in a DBT (dialectical behavior therapy) Skills training group. Not only do I need the skills of emotional regulation and all that therapy, but heck - it’ll be valuable information to use in my next adventure as a life coach. It’s not cheap, but it’s time I truly start investing in myself and my health.

Now to the health update!

Since my weight has been on the steady decline, my psychiatrist (who’s more supportive than my primary doctor) referred me to a dietician in Seattle who specializes in gastrointestinal disorders. She’s been a God-send, but such a huge damper on my finances. I’ve seen some good progress in the last two weeks of seeing her - but I’m now on all kinds of supplements that range from $30-$70 per bottle. Multiply that by 5 bottles. Health and illness are both so expensive…and mind you, these supplements need to be taken several times throughout the day - so I’m already running out.

Some of those supplements are supposed to help combat my fatigue. I’ve been dealing with some harsh fatigue for years (thanks overnight shift), but it got a whole lot worse when eating became an obstacle. Obviously, when you don’t eat - your body doesn’t produce energy. So now we’re trying to retrain my stomach/body in hopes it can heal and normalize itself. My dietician’s overall goal for me during that process is to eat six small meals a day. I’ve only been able to stomach about three small meals so far. Sometimes only two. And as sad as it sounds, my six meals consist of two half smoothies, two tiny (super basic) turkey sandwiches, and soup. So I’m eating the same foods every day, multiple times per day. Exhilarating! Right now, she also has me doing the HCL Challenge. If you don’t know, HCL stands for Hydrochloric Acid - and it helps break down the foods in your stomach. I started the challenge by taking one HCL capsule, and need to increase my dosage by one capsule every day until I feel heart burn. I took NINE CAPSULES today, and I still don’t feel any “warming” or “burning”. That means my stomach is likely very deficient in HCL. I’m not sure if that’s due to my GP, or if that’s one of the factors that contribute to my GP. It’s like the chicken or the egg.

In the last two weeks, I also found out I won’t be returning to TV news in quite some time. Due to my illness, my doctors and I had to come up with a list of accommodations before I could actually return to work. My leave of absence was extended two weeks longer than it was supposed to be - and that’s because my employer and my doctor were back and forth in the discussion. After all that, my employer came back and said they could not meet the necessary accommodations. That means I either have five weeks to try and magically get better (*ahem, GP’s chronic*), or come up with some other plan to put me on long-term disability. The latter is clearly the only route I can realistically take since I’m still dealing with symptoms daily. Some days are obviously worse than others - but my illness isn’t conducive to the nature of the news business.

My not being able to return to work is a huge hit to January’s goal of beginning my life coach certification. At this point, I have zero finances for it. None. I’ll continue to pray for the funds necessary to join and finish the program - and I kindly ask for your prayers, too! I could use a bit of clarity on the necessary “next” steps He wants me to take. Should I work with the mentally ill in a behavioral hospital? Start a support group? How do I pay for the bills with all these rising medical expenses? I’ve also been trying hard to get an appointment with a GI doctor who specializes in Gastroparesis. She works out of the University of Washington - and man, the process has taken well over a month just to make an appointment. It’s difficult to be seen at UW. The hospital requires a “patient review process”, and several of my doctors haven’t been as attentive with my information as necessary. I’ve had to become my own super-advocate because some of my doctors just forget. Seeing this new GI doctor is very important. I’m currently not seeing a gastroenterologist and haven’t since my last one diagnosed me via email and dodged out of town for over a week. I was left to research my “death-threat” disease online by myself. I say “death threat” because I literally thought I was going to die after all the crap I read online. After that situation, I ditched that doctor and her hospital and started seeing my functional medicine doctor. Since then, It’s taken months to find a good GI who is well-versed and highly educated in my illness. All in all, UW is still processing my medical records before they can accept me as a patient. I could use prayers for a speedy and positive response to that request.

As always, I just want to thank you for keeping up with journey, sharing my story, and even donating to my GoFundMe campaign. If you haven’t, and want to help with my current battle, you can access it under my blog’s headline - or just by clicking right here! If you don’t have money to spare, that’s SO okay! I still appreciate your love and concern more than you know. And if you could share my story or the link with others who may be able to help, then I’m forever indebted to you. Gosh, I’m so blessed by all the good friends and loved ones that are helping me through this really difficult time. I love you guys so, so, so, so much!

On a short and final note: I just wanna make sure my Cali friends+fam know there’s no way I’m moving back after the past few weeks Seattle. This city has resources. Seattle has seasons. Colorful trees. Misty, moody and beautiful rain. The ocean. Lakes. Islands. I’m in awe. Fall, I have truly fallen head over heels for you!

Thank you again for reading! Until next time! MUCH LOVE<3

#gastroparesis #GPwarrior #gastrointestinal #chronicillness #mentalillness #depression #anxiety #bipolar #liveagreatstory #godisgood #battleground #livingpositive #seattle #pnwonderland #fallhasfallen

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