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Kaleidoscope of Death, Ch. 132

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Novel Updates

Chapter 132: By Day, By Night

After hanging up, Lin Qiushi got out of bed. He went to the living room to check on the door and television, making sure both those things were still the same as they had been during daytime yesterday.

After that, Lin Qiushi left the apartment in a hurry. Halfway out he even got a call from Wu Qi, asking why he wasn't at work.

"There's something I have to do." Lin Qiushi was already in a car and had honestly completely forgotten about going to work. He tried to wheedle: "Ask for time off for me."

Wu Qi, "okay, how long should I ask for?"

Lin Qiushi, "half a year?"

Wu Qi, shocked, "…half a year?? Are you planning on resigning?"

Lin Qiushi glanced at his watch, not thinking of work at all.

"Or yeah, you can just resign for me."

Wu Qi seemed like he had something to say, but whatever words were on the tip of his tongue never made it out—he only sighed: "Fine, I'll get time off for you. If there's something going on you've got to tell me, alright? Don't carry it all on your own."

Lin Qiushi made a noise of agreement, expression still pensive.

The car continued on, and over an hour later, it arrived at where Lin Qiushi wanted to go. Lin Qiushi got off, went upstairs, and knocked on the door—every motion done in a single smooth breath. The truth was, however, that these few simple motions were only possible after extensive emotional preparation done during the car ride.

The door he knocked on opened after a bit, revealing a beautiful middle-age woman—it was Ruan Nanzhu's mother.

Because before they'd entered the door, Ruan Nanzhu had taken Lin Qiushi home. Now Lin Qiushi had a clear memory of where Ruan Nanzhu's old house was. Coming here this time was simply to confirm one thing…

"Hi Auntie," Lin Qiushi greeted politely.

"Hello." The woman watched Lin Qiushi with curiosity and asked, "is there something I can help you with?"

"I wanted to ask, do you know who Ruan Nanzhu is?" Lin Qiushi asked carefully.

"Ruan Nanzhu?" The woman's tone of doubt sent Lin Qiushi's heart sinking, and the question on her face only grew stronger. "Sorry, I don't know who that is."

"Then do you know Ruan Baiye?" Lin Qiushi brought up another name—this was the name of Ruan Nanzhu's older bother.

"Baiye? He's my son…" Mama Ruan said. "He's not home right now, but he'll be back later tonight. Are you looking for him?"

Lin Qiushi, "ma'am you…only have one son?"

Mama Ruan nodded as the way she looked at Lin Qiushi got stranger and stranger. Which was fair. Suddenly coming to her house and asking questions like these, Lin Qiushi didn't seem like a normal person at all.

Lin Qiushi had no idea what else to say either. After bidding Mama Ruan goodbye, he rushed back downstairs and hurried off to another location.

Ruan Nanzhu's existence had been completely wiped. There was nobody in this world named Ruan Nanzhu, not even to his parents, and even Obsidian, the organization that he led, had stopped existing…

This time, Lin Qiushi's destination was Li Dongyuan's White Deer.

When he arrived at White Deer headquarters, Lin Qiushi discovered that the building that once belonged to White Deer was now commercial offices, labeled with the name of XX Bank. Lin Qiushi was standing in the doorway contemplating how to sneak upstairs when he saw a familiar face leave the building. That person was wearing a suit and speaking to someone beside him; judging by appearance alone, he was that baby-faced Li Dongyuan that Lin Qiushi knew.

Seeing this Lin Qiushi hurried forward and called, "Li Dongyuan!"

Li Dongyuan's feet stalled, and he glanced in Lin Qiushi's direction. With eyes both cautious and distant, he asked, "who might you be? If you'd like to discuss something please book an appointment with my secretary first."

"I—" Lin Qiushi said. "Do you know me?"

Lin Qiushi lifted an eyebrow and didn't speak. His expression though, gave Lin Qiushi an answer—he did not know Lin Qiushi, and even thought Lin Qiushi's question odd.

"You don't recognize me?" Lin Qiushi also couldn't quite convey how he was feeling just then.

"Should I recognize you?" Li Dongyuan smiled a smile that wasn't quite a smile as he scanned Lin Qiushi up and down.

Lin Qiushi suddenly recalled something else. He said, "then do you know Zhuang Rujiao?"

Li Dongyuan didn't answer, and still seemed unfamiliar with the name.

"What about Jin Yurui?" Lin Qiushi tried again.

"You know her?" Li Dongyuan's smile, however, faded. "You're one of hers, then?"

Lin Qiushi could finally be sure why some people didn't exist in this world—because they were still alive. If they still survived in the world outside the door, then they did not exist inside this door. Both Li Dongyuan and Jin Yurui were dead, so they had new identities inside this door.

And, those who had died inside the doors aside, the people who were competely unrelated to the doors did not seem affected by this rule at all. They existed both inside this door and outside it, and had nothing to do with living or dying.

"Is there anything else?" Eyeing Lin Qiushi, who was deep in thought, Li Dongyuan lifted his chin with a cold expression. "If there's nothing else why don't you take your leave? This is a place of work."

Lin Qiushi took one last look at him before turning to go.

"Who is that?" the person standing beside Li Dongyuan asked as they watched Lin Qiushi leave.

"I don't know," Li Dongyuan said. "Looks kind of familiar though. Never mind, bring me that data and let me confirm…"

Lin Qiushi left White Deer headquarters and glanced at his watch. It was already twelve noon. An idea surfaced in his mind, and Lin Qiushi got out his phone to book a roundtrip flight for C City the next morning.

There were some matters he wanted to confirm in C City; it was already too late to go today, so he could only hurry there tomorrow morning and try to make it back in one day.

Fact of the matter was, Lin Qiushi didn't want to try spending the night on an airplane. Hell knows how terrifying that would be.

After taking care of lunch at a random spot in town, Lin Qiushi returned home and took a nap. As he thought about what would happen later that evening, Lin Qiushi thought he wouldn't be able to sleep. But in fact he slept quite well, passing out the moment he hit the bed. When he woke it was already five in the afternoon. Chestnut sat by his side, meowing, looking to be hungry again.

Lin Qiushi got up and, after fixing up some food for Chestnut, called some delivery for himself. He ate while watching TV.

He saw the trailer for Tan Zaozao's new movie. From the language of the advertisement, Lin Qiushi figured out that Tan Zaozao had already won the award. The award-winning movie was exactly the same as it had been on the outside, only the director was a different person this time and not Zhang Yiqing.

This world was so very similar to the world that Lin Qiushi lived in, but there was one fundamental difference—Ruan Nanzhu, the person Lin Qiushi most wanted to see, was not here.

Good thing that was so, actually. This door, for a lot of other people, would likely be of insurmountable difficulty. Like Zhuang Rujiao. Or Cheng Yixie for that matter. That was because here, they could once again see their most beloved person…

The night deepened, and Lin Qiushi got everything ready.

Around ten in the evening, it suddenly began to rain outside.

Water came down as if tossed from a ladle, washing clean the earth scorched dry by the sun. Lin Qiushi stood by the window, watching as passersby scampered home along the sidewalks until only streetlamps were left on the empty streets, with only the occasional car passing by.

Chestnut fell asleep sprawled out on the couch. The atmosphere grew quiet. Some senseless program played on TV as a queer sort of silence began to crawl out inside the house.

Lin Qiushi smelled petrichor. He used to be quite a fan of this smell, until he encountered a particular door. After that, this tainted scent of rainwater became something a lot more unpleasant.

The hour hand turned bit by bit, and twelve o'clock was nearly here.

Lin Qiushi sat in the living room, as if a spirit waiting for the death god's verdict. The switch from day to night came, and the clock hanging on the wall finally began to ring: ding dong, ding dong, ding dong…Twelve chimes heralded in another world.

The moment it became twelve, someone was immediately knocking at his door once more. Backpack on, Lin Qiushi came to the door, and through the peephole saw a woman standing on the other side, smiling at him.

He remembered the woman's name. It was the NPC hidden among the crowd in the Sister's Drum door, Xu Jin.

"Hurry up and come out already," Xu Jin told Lin Qiushi. "Come out already, my sister's coming to find you."

Lin Qiushi didn't open the door. He heard a soft noise from the window, however, and when Lin Qiushi turned, he saw a figure pressed against the glass.

It was a person with all her skin stripped off, her body a mess of blood and flesh from head to toe. The bloody face pressed against Lin Qiushi's glass and her mouth split open, showing Lin Qiushi her stark white teeth. It looked like she was trying to open up the locked window, and judging from her motions, she seemed close to succeeding.

Opening the door looked to be the only option right now. Gritting his teeth, Lin Qiushi twisted open the door handle and faced Xu Jin, standing on the outside.

Xu Jin clearly knew what Lin Qiushi was worried about, and began to chuckle.

"How could I bear to hurt you?" A pause, as her gaze lingered on Lin Qiushi's backpack. "My diary is still in your hands. Did you give it a good read yet?"

Lin Qiushi, "…" Why did he feel like he was being teased?

But there wasn't time for him to worry about that, because Xu Jin's sister was about to come in though the window. Xu Jin grabbed Lin Qiushi by the arm and ran. The two made their way down the hall and came to the elevator.

"Go on inside, but watch out," Xu Jin said. "There are other things that want you dead."

Lin Qiushi asked, "what about you?" He recalled that Xu Jin didn't have a very good relationship with her sister.

"Me?" Xu Jin’s eyes curved up in a sudden smile. "How do you know that I don't want you dead?"

As soon as she said this, the skin on her body began to fall off patch by patch. The startled Lin Qiushi rushed into the elevator and pressed a number.

Xu Jin was chuckling again, and though her laugh was bright like silver bells, her terrifying appearance struck a sharp contrast.

Even though she now looked scarier, she didn't seem keen on pursuing Lin Qiushi.

The elevator started. In theory, Lin Qiushi ought to be safe, but that weird sense of danger once again assaulted the top of his head.

Lin Qiushi looked all around him, and when he spotted a certain something hanging in the elevator, goosebumps appeared all over his body. He'd spotted behind him, on what should have been an empty elevator wall, a huge black picture frame. There was nothing inside the frame, but the frame was pointed at exactly where he was standing.

Lin Qiushi reacted swiftly, hitting the button for the floor closest to him. At the exact same time, black water stains began appearing on the white paper inside that frame. First there was only one drop. Then it began spreading on the canvas paper.

He watched as the shape of that stain began to look more and more like a woman. It dispersed across the canvas and, in a short amount of time, managed to coat the entire large canvas.

Luckily it was then that the elevator reached the nearest floor. Lin Qiushi immediately took off, and the moment he cleared the elevator, a pair of pale white hands burst out of that canvas paper, searching around like it was looking for something to grab hold of.

Lin Qiushi was currently on the sixth floor. The moment he was out of the elevator he turned for the emergency exit right next door, bounding quickly down the stairs.

It was dim in the stairwell, with just enough light to see the path beneath his feet. Lin Qiushi ran down two stories before feeling something was off. He took a closer look, and discovered that he'd been turning round and round on floor six.

The stairs seemed to have become a mobius strip—up, down, backward, forward, it all came back to the sixth floor.

Lin Qiushi's feet screeched to a halt. He took in his surroundings, and noticed, on the white stairwell ceilings, little black spots of water appearing. That chilling stench of rain too was spreading through the air.

The thing had found him. Lin Qiushi made an executive decision and left the stairwell, stepping out onto the hallway. But back in the hall, Lin Qiushi discovered that the corridor had underwent a terrifying change: black frames hung on both sides, and inside each frame was a human head with its expression all twisted up. As for the ceramic tile floor, there was now a new carpet, thick and black—the pattern on it looked the same as in a door they'd encountered before.

Lin Qiushi looked up and saw, on the other other end of the hallway, another painting hanging. That painting was a woman in black with a long, sharp hat. Her eyes were half closed, but it felt like she was staring right down the hall and meeting Lin Qiushi's eyes.

Lin Qiushi wanted to leave the hallway, but when he glanced back, he found that the stairwell he had just came from had disappeared. The length of the hallway too seemed to be slowly shortening; Lin Qiushi could sense the painting of the woman getting closer and closer, closer and closer…

At that moment, a drop of water fell onto Lin Qiushi's forehead. Lin Qiushi gave it a wipe, and realized that it was blood. On reflex he looked up—a black hole had appeared above his head without him noticing, and blood was dripping from its edge onto his head. A pair of black eyes glimmered faintly in the dark, and then right after, a pair of pulpy, bloody hands reached out of the hole for Lin Qiushi.

Lin Qiushi's instincts were to back away, but the strange thing was, the hands stopped when they got to him. As if a miracle, he sensed no animosity from this pair of hands.

The hallway was still getting shorter and shorter, as if it were becoming a cage keen on trapping Lin Qiushi inside. With a clench of his teeth, Lin Qiushi reached up and grabbed the fleshy mess of those hands, and then felt a sudden force as he was brought out of that shrinking hallway.

"Aiya, looks like you can't manage without me after all."

The voice belonged to Xu Jin, but from appearance alone, he couldn't tell it was her at all. The skin on her body was completely gone, leaving only scarlet flesh and blood. She was grinning brightly at Lin Qiushi, and the contrast between her smile and appearance was strange, but Lin Qiushi didn't find it scary at all.

"Thank you," Lin Qiushi said to her.

Xu Jin didn't speak. Her gaze instead leaped over Lin Qiushi to look behind him.

Sensing something, Lin Qiushi too twisted around, and spotted on the other end of the darkness a pair of glowing red eyes.

"Meimei, my sister."

The owner of those eyes was also a skinless monster. She didn't have any legs and could only walk on her hands, but that didn't mean she was slow. She glared at Lin Qiushi with vitriol and bared her teeth; like a hyena hunting its prey, the sheer amount of hatred in her eyes was strong enough to materialize.

"Why did you betray me?" she said. "Do you like him that much? Since you like him so much, why don't I keep him here for you?"

Xu Jin tilted her head, and also smiled.

"But Jiejie, even if you did that, I still won't like you."

After that, she told Lin Qiushi to run, and threw herself at her sister. The two monsters clashed and tangled together.

Lin Qiushi got up and sprinted in the direction of the light. By the time he reached its source, he found that he'd already escaped from the apartment building, and was standing in the yard of the residential block.

It was still raining outside. Lin Qiushi pulled an umbrella out of his backpack and slowly pushed it open, stepping out into the curtaining rain.

The rain came down in sluicing torrents, and the streets were completely empty, with only water splashing along the ground. The rain ought to have been noisy; but at a time like this the loudness of the rain only made the world sound more silent in comparison.

"Help me—help me—"

There was a sudden cry for help. A silhouette came stumbling out of the rain, and Lin Qiushi could just make it out: she was a pitiful-looking young woman, staggering through the rain in a long dress. It looked like she was being pursued by something, and when she spotted Lin Qiushi standing not too far away, it was like she'd found an oasis in the middle of a desert—she came running immediately.

"Help, help!! Please, I'm begging you please help me, something wants to kill me…" She fell to the ground, looking up pathetically at Lin Qiushi. "You're also someone going through the doors, right? So am I, this door is so scary—"

Had this been reality, Lin Qiushi would've definitely helped the young woman up by now. But at this stage he wasn't moving, and a light furrow had appeared between his brows. The truth was, he found the person before him a bit familiar—more specifically, everything that appeared at night now was familiar, and he was certain he'd seen this person somewhere before.

"Mister, mister." The woman collapsed in the rain saw Lin Qiushi unmoved, and slowly crawled forward. She wiped at the rainwater on her face and said, shakily, "I know a safe place, and I can bring you there. Do you want to come with me?"

Lin Qiushi said, "do I know you?"

The woman said, "we met once in the door, and you even helped me out." Her lashes lightly trembled, looking vulnerable as anything. "But I didn't deserve that mercy, I still didn't make it."

"We met inside a door?" Lin Qiushi now found the shape of her eyes familiar. "Which door?"

The woman approached Lin Qiushi, saying, "you know, that one."

As Lin Qiushi watched her, he suddenly spoke: "There's something behind you."

The woman halted.

"A giant picture frame," Lin Qiushi said. "She's here."

The woman wheeled around in fright, but when she didn't see anything behind her, she suddenly realized that Lin Qiushi had recognized her. What had been a pitiful expression immediately went cold.

"It's been a while," Lin Qiushi said, "Yang Meishu."

The woman chuckled coolly.

"You still recognized me?"

Lin Qiushi shrugged. "I didn't want to, but I can count the people who wanted me dead on one hand. Since you're not a ghost, you must be somebody who hates me…"

He paused, and quickly announced, "she really is here."

But Yang Meishu didn't believe him. She said, "do you really think I'm that dumb? You've fooled me once already, you think you can do it again? I—"

As she spoke, getting more and more agitated, she felt a sudden breeze behind her. Yang Meishu glanced back, and found the woman in black standing right behind her. The woman's white face was impassive, and in her hands was a black picture frame that she swung right at Yang Meishu.

Yang Meishu knew this was likely it for her, and a terrible scream came out of her mouth. Right after she screamed, she became a portrait in the hands of the woman; soaked from head to toe, her expression bore both fright and a lively, vivid resentment.

Lin Qiushi took the opportunity to run further away. The woman didn't seem intent on chasing after him either, only watched him go with an icy gaze.

The rain came down in torrents, and Lin Qiushi was completely soaked. In such a strong rain, the umbrella was practically useless. As he ran, he fished out his cell phone and sent Ruan Nanzhu a text.

How are things on your end? After some thought, Lin Qiushi added: I'm fine over here, don't worry about me.

After the text was sent, he didn't get a reply for the longest time. It wasn't until Lin Qiushi found a place to hide from the rain that the message notification dinged, displaying four simple words: I'm good, don't worry.

Seeing the message, Lin Qiushi huffed a bitter laugh. Because how could he not know? Had Ruan Nanzhu truly been alright, the text would not have been so short. Ruan Nanzhu had trained his way through so many doors, so god only knew how many malicious NPCs and dead people from the inside he would meet at night. From what Lin Qiushi understood of him, if he had everything under control, he would've definitely sent a message first asking about Lin Qiushi's situation. Now, even his text message was so short. The situation on his end could not be good.

He wanted so badly just to be by his side—Lin Qiushi clenched his phone and thought bitterly. Whatever he had to experience would be fine, as long as he could be by Ruan Nanzhu's side.

[Ch. 131] | [Ch. 133]

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Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 17

This is my @wackydrabbles post for week 87. The prompt is bolded. "No offense, but I'm not interested."

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warnings: Drake and some language.

*I was in a silly mood and this turned into a dumpster fire lol and it feels very rushed but I was trying to meet the word count. There may be a little bit of plot in this.

Word count: 1999

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Liam sat on the floor with his back pressed against the mattress; one leg bent upright with the other extended crookedly out in front of him. Half of a bottle of Don Julio dangled loosely from a hand settled on his knee while two shiny gold rings encircled the pinky tip of his other.

In a fit of anger late last night, he searched for and consumed the first bottle of alcohol he came across in the liquor cabinet. He had no intentions of getting hammered or even a little drunk; Liam just needed something to take the edge off the hurt. Not that he for one second believed a word Riley told him before she walked out and boarded a red-eye commercial flight back to the States.

As Liam pondered her abrupt departure in the early hours of the morning, one thing was for sure: He'd never been in love before, but what he felt for Riley was real -- and reciprocated -- that, "no," she spewed from her mouth when asked if she loved him was a lie.

But why? That was the question he just couldn't figure out.

Having racked his brain for hours and with the sun finally coloring in the darkness of his chambers, Liam set aside his drink and lifted himself off the ground. Every thought that consumed him for the last several hours was riddled with putting the pieces together of why she actually left and why she felt she couldn't tell him the truth. Nothing made sense, yet ruminating alone in his room until he figured it out wasn't going to solve anything; the only way to get to the bottom of this was to retrace Riley's steps from the time she left the ball to when he made his way up to join her a little later.

Stumbling to the bathroom -- mostly from exhaustion and perhaps a little drunker than he realized -- Liam stripped off the tuxedo he wore the prior evening and took a quick shower before heading down to the security office.

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Riley's heavily drooping eyelids popped wide open when the plane shook from another vigorous tremor of turbulence. Gripping the armrests on both sides of her seat, she hesitated to peek out the window but was relieved when she saw the billowy waters of the Pacific had transformed into small, mosaic blocks of land covered by a shadow of the nearly setting sun.

When the aircraft settled again, Riley reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to check the time, grateful to be landing soon. She planned to go straight home, sink into her bed, and sleep the rest of her life away. Maybe wake up every once in a while to sob again before going back to sleep. Whatever Riley decided to do, she hated Madeleine, she hated Tyler, and she hated telling Liam she didn't love him; the more Riley thought about the stunned look on his face when she said it, the more nauseous her stomach felt.

And the nausea was getting worse.

Riley caught the eye of a nearby stewardess and waved her over; she needed ginger ale, and she needed it fast.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"I … I need, ginger ale, please." She asked through ragged breaths.

"Let me check and see if we have more." Riley nodded appreciatively.

"Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere?" A relatively large guy in the center seat, whose sweaty arm flab had been lodged in Riley's shoulder since takeoff, asked. Oh shit! Riley cupped a tight hand over her mouth and shook her head vigorously; the last thing she wanted was to be recognized.

Or vomit.

While the stewardess searched the service cart for the requested drink, the gentleman's eyes enlarged. "Wait a minute. Yeah! You're that little gal who married some king, with ..." he snapped his fingers before adding in his thick Texan drawl, "the monkey and hookers and shit. Wow, my fiance wants to have a wedding just like yours." He held his hand out to her. "The names Beaver Calhoun, mayor of Slippery Nip, Texas. I guess you could say we're both royals, huh?"

Riley lowered her hand slightly; she was past the point of ginger ale helping, and this guy was blocking her way out. "Beaver, I need you to move."

He stroked his chin in thought. "Well, I don't know, Queenie. I'm pretty content with my life there in Slippery Nip, Not really lookin' to uproot."

"No!' Riley's strained voice responded forcefully, "move out of the way--" She tried to fight it, but her head flung forward and everything came out with her last word.

Beaver looked down at his shirt and quirked a brow. "That's gonna leave a stain."

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On the second floor of a run-down Motel 6, just off the beaten path in Las Vegas, Drake tossed in the last of his clothes and airline tickets in a duffle bag and zipped it. Stepping over to the window, he pulled aside the tattered curtains to check if the airport's shuttle van had arrived yet. Disappointed, he grumbled to himself, "Where the hell are you? I'm ready to get the fuck out of here."

The past week had been intense -- well, frankly, the entire month had been nothing short of shit balls. Five weeks ago, Drake landed in Las Vegas for Liam's bachelor party and won big money at the casino, only to have it all pissed away on some old, decrepit hooker who stole his wallet, cell phone, dick health, and what little joy he had in the world. Liam left with a sexy ass wife, and all Drake got was the false claim of fathering triplets and his scowling face on the front cover of the National Enquirer with Dr. Ethan Ramsey detailing the entire sordid journey from pre-surgical rooster rot to the aftercare.

He made a quick $500 for the story, in which he badly needed the money, considering he couldn't leave Vegas until the paternity test results came back. It was enough for his lodging, a couple cans of Beenie-Weenies and a few boxes of pepperoni Hot Pockets; his stomach felt like oil sludge at this point. But as a joke, Leo had sent a box of Ding-Dongs, so it wasn't all bad.

The rotary phone in his room rang out, and he answered the call from the front desk, which let him know transportation had arrived. Drake grabbed his bag, flicked a cockroach off of it, and exited his room into the enclosed hallway.

After stepping onto the elevator and hitting the down button, another person strolled on in a black leather mini-skirt, white see-through halter top, and a pair of fishnet stockings that he'd recognize anywhere.

"You!" He growled at the chain-smoking hooker, backing her up into the corner. "Do you have any fucking idea what you did to me? And I WANT my wallet and cell phone back, now!" He hovered menacingly over the much smaller woman.

"No offense, but I'm not interested in giving them back to you," Pinquee Kittee sneered before reaching into her bra for mace and spraying him directly in the eyes. The rapid burn gave way to her next act of defense when a screaming, blinded Drake was doubled over by a swift karate kick to his newly transplanted organ. "Hiiiiyah!"

Drake cupped himself in anguish, fell to the floor, and slumped over as the elevator doors opened. Pinquee Kittee grabbed his duffle bag and peeked down the hallway to make sure no one was around before making her getaway.

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Just outside of the palace's security office, Liam knocked on the door several times without an answer. It was rare that the King would personally pay a visit. Usually, he would call Bastien and have the head guard look into any issues. With him gone, this just felt like something Liam needed to do in person.

After several more knocks, Liam reached for the door handle and slowly opened it to let himself inside. The lights were off, with only a few CCTV screens displaying various images of places within and surrounding the palace. Finding the light switch on the wall beside the door, Liam flipped them on, and his mouth fell agape at what he saw.

"What the hell happened in here?" He shouted as his hands shot to his hips, glaring around the room.

On the floor was a maze of beer cans, whiskey bottles, remnants of silly string, a five-gallon bucket of butter next to a slip-n-slide, a voodoo doll with Liam's face on it, and half-a-dozen guards passed out.

A furious Liam made his way through, kicking the feet of guardsmen as he stepped along. "Get up! All of you!"

One-by-one, they slowly roused until they realized it was the King in their presence, then they jumped to their feet at attention.

"Would someone like to explain what the actual fuck happened in here?" Liam wasn't one to swear in front of his staff, but there was no way he could hold back after walking in on this scene. His glowering eyes shifted with expectancy from one man to the next, waiting for an answer, until someone finally called out, "We threw Rogers a going away party for his last night on the job, Your Majesty."

"And you thought having a wild party while you were ON DUTY to protect 400 members of the nobility for a major event was the time to do that?

The guard shook his head. "Not at all, Sir. I admit we weren't as attentive as we should have been last night ..." he pointed behind Liam, "but Prince Leo came by and suggested we kick it up a notch."

Liam turned around and caught Leo slithering along the edge of the wall toward the door. "Leo!"

The Prince stopped dead in his tracks, then flickered his eyes and jolted his body as if he were just waking up. Leo looked at Liam, acting surprised to see him. "Liam? Is that you? H-How did I get in here?"

Liam rolled his eyes. "Knock it off, Leo."

"What?” Leo shrugged innocently. “You know what I think happened. I must have been sleepwalking again. You know how I get when I watch The Duchess before bed." He cocked his head introspectively at his brother. “And you do look like the Duke from that movie, you handsome devil you?” He grinned impishly.

Liam stared blankly at his older brother for a few seconds, then turned around to face the others gathered around. "Who's in charge here?"

When one of the men raised a hand, the King stepped up to him and explained, "Alright, I need you to pull up security footage from last night. I want to review everything from the moment I stepped outside the ballroom to meet the Queen around 9:30, and where she went after I went back into the ballroom."

If this were any other day, Liam would have fired every one of them on the spot and sent Leo to Antarctica, but he only had one concern: Finding out what happened to Riley.

As the guard typed in his computer to pull up footage from last night, Leo stepped up to Liam, who was hovering over the guard's shoulder with anticipation. "What's going on?"

Never taking his eyes off the screen, he responded. "Riley went back to Las Vegas last night."

"Wh-Why? What happened?"

Liam let out a breath. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

Leo remained silent before giving his little brother's shoulder a reassuring squeeze and watching with him.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as different camera footages were switched to follow Riley walking from the main staircase, through several passages, and finally ending with the corridor outside of his quarters.

"Stop!" Liam leaned in closer as the guard paused the video; his entire body tensed up at what he saw.

"Is that ..." Leo scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Madeleine."

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mostlycompetentwriter · 3 years

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“Back Door” (TMT Part 2)

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Han Jisung (SKZ); Some Mentions of Y/N x Bang Chan and Y/N x Changbin

Warnings: Language and Mature Content

Word Count: 5K

Genre: High School AU! Sequel!

Summary: In the grand scheme of things, Y/N should’ve known better than to expect everything to work out on its own. But is she ready to face the consequences of her actions?

A/N: Read TMT Here!!

The sun had barely peaked through the blinds when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.

It was both unexpected and jarring, and I winced at the dull, persistent ache, attempting to turn over onto my side, when I realized that I couldn’t because a strong grip was keeping me held in place. Then, there was nothing but dread overtaking the previous disorientation of my exhaustion, and I cringed when Jisung made a soft noise and pulled me even closer, burying his face against my shoulder.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath, trying to free myself from his hold because the vestiges of panic were beginning to take root, and images from our previous night together were flying through my head at an exponential pace.

Holy shit! I slept with Jisung!

“Don’t think so hard, baby,” Jisung purred, and he was nipping playfully at the skin surrounding my collarbone.

The picture of confidence in contradiction to the shy little boy from the previous night who could barely keep his cock from falling out.

“I’m not,” I protested, even as I continued squirming around in his arms, feeling a shock travel up my spine when I accidentally felt his flaccid length against my thigh.

“Mmm,” Jisung murmured, breaths hot against my face as he pressed a kiss to the corner of my lip. “You still look pretty in the mornings.” He chuckled, reaching back with one hand to brush through his disastrous hair. “I’m sure I look like a mess.”

“Jisung,” I said as sternly as possible because I knew I needed to be forceful, to keep him from acting like this could be anything normal for us. Because he and I both needed to admit that this was a big mistake. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh!” Jisung remarked, and I could breath a sigh of relief when he removed his arm from around my waist. “Hurry back.”

I rolled my eyes at his tone, cursing the existence of last night over and over again as I wrapped a blanket around my torso before moving through the house to the guest bathroom on the lower floor. “What the fuck have you done!” I groaned when I greeted my reflection in the mirror - eyes bloodshot from the alcohol, and feminine features holding so much tension from the horrors of the morning after whatever the hell I had allowed to happen between me and Jisung.

After all these years of dissuading Jisung’s advances, I just committed the worst sin of them all: I gave him an opening to the thing he wanted most from me.

“Calm down,” I whispered to that grisly reflection, splashing water against my face as I sucked down multiple deep breaths.

“Y/N!” I heard Jisung call for me, even all the way downstairs separated by an entire floor.

It still wasn’t enough separation.

“Coming!” I shouted back because I knew I couldn’t avoid this, especially not with someone like Jisung. Someone who had been admiring me from afar from so long. Someone who was way too close to ignore because of his life-long friendship with Felix.

I couldn’t run from what I helped to create, so I gathered as much confidence as I could muster while still looking like shit in the mirror, walking slowly back upstairs while trying to make sense of the chaos breaking through the desire to live in an independent world where everything was fine.

“There you are,” Jisung chirped from where he had made himself comfortable at the counter in the kitchen, pouring milk into two glasses. “You wanna order some breakfast?”

“Not hungry,” I said, sliding into place in front of one of the glasses.

“Oh, sure,” Jisung replied, and he shook off my frigid tone. “The milk is good.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, watching him from the corner of my eye as he sat down next to me.

“I checked the date, so don’t worry,” he said with a giggle, perfectly at ease in the familiar setting of my kitchen. Except that nothing was normal, it couldn’t be taken that way after all the events that transpired last night.

“I trust you,” I whispered, looking down vacantly into the milky white liquid.

“Well, where do you want to go today?” Jisung asked, and I experienced the sharp sting of guilt - a nasty feeling weighing heavily on my chest - when his smile reached both corners of his eyes. “We can do what you want.”

“We should talk...” I said, trailing off when Jisung nodded.

“We can talk,” he agreed. “I like listening to you.”

“Jisung.” I sighed, hating that he was so nice because it made it difficult to say the things that would drive that smile away. “It’s kinda heavy...”

“You don’t have to say it then,” Jisung insisted, and I felt hurt all over again when I realized that he thought the words would affect me! That they might make me sad and he wanted to assure me that I never had to vocalize such difficult subjects.

“I need to say it,” I continued. “I mean, there’re plenty of other things I’d rather do, but this is important.”

“Oh?” Jisung smirked, and I knew that his mind had traveled somewhere else. “Do you want to have sex again?” Jisung continued as if I had never spoken. “I had a lot of fun with you last night.”

“That’s the whole problem,” I said, swallowing hard before pushing it out. “Jisung, about last night-”

DING DONG!

I frowned when the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted my chain of thought, especially when Jisung was so quick to scoot off his chair to answer whoever it was waiting on the other side. “Hold on,” I said, following behind him just in time to see the person standing on the porch. “Chan?”

“Hey,” Chan greeted us, and his previous smile was displaced by a chastened look, searching between the two of us with a curious expression. “Were you two together?”

“Jisung stays over sometimes,” I said, talking over Jisung before he could proclaim us as soulmates.

“Ah,” Chan nodded. “So, you’re not busy?”

“Not right now,” I agreed, trying to push off a stubbornly persistent Jisung while Chan continued to study us from the porch.

“Okay, well, Changbin’s having a party at his place tonight,” Chan said. “If you guys want to come.”

“I don’t know...”

“We’d love to,” Jisung intervened, taking his turn to speak over me, but I couldn’t think of a worse scenario.

“Great,” Chan said, and his smile was back as he started to retreat. “I’ll see you guys there.”

Saturday

I couldn’t change Jisung’s mind, which meant that my arm was neatly tucked into his as he led us up the sidewalk to Changbin’s lavish home.

Although, mansion might be a more accurate description.

“Are you excited?” Jisung asked, pulling me away from my study of the intimate ornate columns and impressive Greco-Roman inspired architecture.

“Once I get ahold of some alcohol,” I grumbled, and Jisung laughed like it was the funniest thing I had ever said to him.

“We’ve got you covered, baby,” Jisung said, and I rolled my eyes at the petname, especially when he was using it on me.

Especially when he continued using it on me. All. Week. Long.

Walking up to Changbin’s house in the middle of the night while listening to Jisung talk about the man in question like they had known each other for their entire lives.

“I wonder where he is?” Jisung questioned when we joined the impossible fray of students - high school and college alike - spreading throughout the grandeur space inside.

“I might know a few places,” I murmured because Jisung wasn’t meant to overhear, and my eyes were drawn to the secluded corners of the house, the places that Changbin seemed inclined to escape to just like the first night we met one another.

“Let’s find something to drink,” Jisung said, and I nodded my head and followed him into the other room.

It didn’t take long to find a couple beers, twisting off the tops and drinking while several students - probably friends of Chan and Changbin who had introduced their new third piece - crowded around me and Jisung to ask him questions about the 3racha.

“We’re releasing a special project soon,” Jisung said, and I could tell he was enjoying the attention.

But it must be nice to get some recognition for a passion that you had spent years perfecting.

It also provided the perfect opportunity for me to slip away from his careful eye, wandering back into the main room where a familiar figure captured my attention hidden away near the fireplace in the den.

“Y/N,” Changbin greeted me with his familiar smirk, beckoning me closer while drinking from his glass.

“I thought you might be away from the action,” I said, feeling a bit more comfortable next to Changbin, and far from the prying eyes of the other students.

“It gets crowded,” he said, and we both turned to the sudden sound of raucous laughter, emanating from the same room where I had just left. “You came with Jisung?”

“Yeah, but he found some admirers,” I said, attempting to make a joke of the situation.

“You two must be together,” Changbin remarked, and the corner of his mouth lifted into something resembling an arrogant look. “He acts like it.”

“Don’t mind him,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We haven’t really talked about things.”

“Oh?” Changbin hummed. “Why is that?”

“Because it was a mistake,” I insisted, but saying it loud didn’t necessarily reflect the confusing ball of emotions that I felt buried away around my heart.

“Mistake?” Changbin repeated, and his eyes glossed over with a mischievous gleam, reaching down for my hand to pull me along with him upstairs. “That’s interesting.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, but I didn’t protest when he opened the door to what I imagined to be his bedroom, slamming it closed behind him before leading me over to the bed.

“Jisung wouldn’t agree with you,” Changbin said, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “In fact, Jisung told me before that you were the love of his life.”

Changbin rolled his eyes at the cheesy sentiment, crawling over top of me with a predatory glare. “Jisung doesn’t know anything about love,” I retorted, and my body was responding to Changbin’s advances, craving his skilled touches as I guided his hand down to the hem of my skirt.

“Remember when I finger-fucked you in my car?” he whispered directly into my ear, free hand coming down to hold my waist.

“Yes,” I whined in return, swallowing hard when his fingers moved along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, snapping the band of my panties into place when they reached even higher, leaving intimate goosebumps in their wake.

“Do you want me to do it again?” he growled in a low timber that sent shivers down my spine.

“Please,” I panted against his lips, desperate for him to eliminate the remaining distance between us....

But then the spell was broken.

Jarring us both away from one another, gazes drawn to the door.

“What the hell are you two doing!”

“Shit!” I cursed, pushing Changbin back as my eyes immediately flew to Jisung’s horrified expression. Standing in the doorway to Changbin’s bedroom with his mouth almost reaching the floor.

“Relax,” Changbin spoke nonchalantly, sitting back on his knees. “Why are you so tense?”

I roughly elbowed him in the side, deciding that he was far too much of a jerk in that moment to warrant anything less.

Still, there was the issue of Jisung who had obviously taken precedence, and everyone was silent while I tried to formulate something. Any semblance of an explanation that might help me avoid an impending meltdown. “Jisung-”

“No!” Jisung screeched, and I was taken aback at the primitive noise that had just come from him. “You won’t treat me like this.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped in return.

“Don’t play stupid, Y/N,” Jisung continued, and I was surprised to see Jisung acting so unhinged. “You know how I feel about you. I’ve always tried to show you that much, but then I bring you here and you sneak off to try and fuck Changbin?”

I opened my mouth to say anything, but there was nothing that could’ve prepared so this onslaught of passionate rage from Jisung. The same boy who usually batted his eyelids at me and giggled at jokes from his friends.

“We never talked about anything,” I eventually said.

“You never gave us a chance,” Jisung said, and I realized that he was right, even though I tried the other morning.

There had always been plenty of chances.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but Jisung scoffed and gave me a bitter-sounding laugh.

“You’re not sorry,” he said, and the words echoed around inside my head, even after he left without any further consideration for me.

“Well, that was weird,” Changbin chuckled, and he started to kiss me again, like nothing had even transpired.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed at him. “Are you serious?”

“Why not?” Changbin shrugged. “We’re both just looking for a quick fuck, right?”

“Is that what you think?” I asked him. “That I’m just a quick fuck?”

“Obviously,” Changbin snorted. “Haven’t I been playing you just right this entire time, baby?”

I nearly screamed at his mocking use of Jisung’s petname, shouldering past him in my haste to get away from him. “You’re a dick,” I growled, even as the sharp sting of tears threatened to expose my façade of masked indifference, and I refused to show someone who had manipulated my emotions that they were even remotely successful in making me feel completely useless.

I had the radio playing in the background when I drove to Chan and Changbin’s studio the next morning.

There was a part of me that wanted to make peace with Jisung, on the off chance that he was even there, but an even bigger part who just wanted to hide from those confusing emotions. To choose something even more powerful to mask the hurt.

Lust, for example, which guided me into the studio where I discovered Chan sitting behind a computer in one of the production rooms.

“Y/N,” he said, noticing my arrival and removing his headphones. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“I just wanted to come by,” I said, sauntering closer to him, hoping that he could pick up on what I wanted from him.

“Jisung isn’t here,” Chan said, and I flinched at his name but remained undeterred.

“I’m not here for him,” I said, lowering my tone.

“I heard what happened at the party,” Chan tried again, but I didn’t allow him to finish his thought, straddling his thighs before locking our lips together in a desperate kiss. “Y/N,” he spoke in the very limited space between our mouths, clashing and bruising together.

“Just fuck me, please,” I begged him, digging my fingers into his shirt as I forced our lips together once again.

“No,” Chan groaned, and I was more than taken aback when he pushed me away. Not enough to send me sprawling out of his lap, but enough to make a clear point.

“Why?” I whispered, feeling myself teeter on the edge of tears which didn’t make any sense. There was no reason to be upset, and I blamed Jisung and the way he messed with my most volatile emotions,

“I shouldn’t have done anything with you,” Chan said. “It was a stupid competitive thing with Changbin.”

“You regret it?” I asked, breaking the skin of my lower lip between my teeth, tasting blood before Chan sighed and forced me to relax.

“Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but after hearing Jisung talk about you...” Chan trailed off, and I was suddenly even more upset when he left me to fill in the blanks.

“I didn’t come here to talk about Jisung,” I said, feeling my mental state perform a complete 180, wiping away any evidence of those pesky tears.

“You came here to avoid him,” Chan said. “But is it really the right thing to do?”

“Since when do you care?” I asked with a harsh exhale, and Chan nodded like he was perfectly accepting of my anger.

“I don’t deserve to be on good terms with you,” Chan continued. “Changbin and I...we were both very manipulative with our intentions.”

“You took advantage of me,” I hissed, and Chan’s eyes widened as he shook his head fiercely.

“No!” he said, and it was very stern. “I would never do that to anyone! Well, I mean, I’m terrible with relationships.”

I frowned. “You should’ve told me. The upfront dishonesty is not appreciated.”

Chan sighed at my implication. “Look, I told you that I can’t seem to get anything right, but if there’s one person who was always honest with you-”

“Jisung,” I interrupted him with a sigh. “Yeah, I know.”

“Seriously, Y/N,” Chan said, taking a firm grip on my chin to force my eyes to meet his own. “Talk to him. Forget about me and Changbin.”

“That’s hard to do since Minho likes you,” I quipped, and he chuckled.

“You can pretend to like me,” Chan offered, and I shrugged because maybe it was a good compromise.

“Fine, pretending works,” I said. “Especially since you’re kind of an asshole.”

Chan winced at my words. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement, but I came here to do something stupid again,” I said. “I guess I failed.”

“Not really,” Chan said, and he reached behind him for a discarded piece of paper. “Come watch us perform this weekend,” Chan said, holding out the flyer which I accepted. “Make it up to him.”

I gritted my teeth together, reading the headline of the flyer before looking back at Chan. “He won’t forgive me.”

“Well, not until you come to terms with what you want first,” Chan said, and I knew that he was right.

“I don’t think I want him...”

“Are you sure about that?” Chan asked. “Think hard on it, and I’ll save you a good seat and a bottle of beer.”

“That’s hard to resist,” I said, and I slowly gathered myself out of his lap, readjusting my clothes and brushing off the imaginary dust that couldn’t possibly have collected on the fabric. “I’ll see you soon then.”

Chan nodded, holding out his hand for me to shake. “Consider it a peace offering.”

I scoffed at the display, but accepted his extension of peace or whatever nonetheless.

Yeah, he made it hard to stay mad at him, even though he deserved every bit of my wrath, but he also made it hard not to see the obvious reasoning with making things right with Jisung.

One of the few people in my life who had never been anything but kind.

It was Saturday night, and I was nervous and anxious when I walked inside the venue where 3racha would be performing.

Thankfully, my brothers had also been invited, and I found them in the crowd quickly, determined to stick to their sides until I had enough confidence to face Jisung alone.

“Get ready!” Felix shouted when the overheard music turned down low, signaling the crowd to turn their attention towards the stage where Chan, Changbin, and Jisung were all walking out, microphones in hand.

I shifted next to Minho when I noticed Jisung, decked out in an all-black ensemble, beanie cap pulled low over his eyes.

“Looks like Jisung invaded Chan’s closet,” Minho quipped, and Felix snorted around his drink while I found myself studying the way his lithe figure was heavily accentuated by the tight leather.

“3rd Eye, are you ready to get loud?” Chan bellowed into the microhome, and the crowd answered his call with raucous yelling as thumping, heavy bass music began to play in the background.

And then, right before my very eyes, little Han Jisung, Felix’s dorky best friend, stepped forward to the edge of the stage and started to rap his lyrics at a speed that surely defied the very barrier of space and time?

“Holy shit,” I said, finding myself drawn into Jisung’s careful handling of the beat, riding its dips and flaws with mastery, leading the crowd with some kind of invisible magnetism. “Jisung is really good!”

“Of course, he is,” Felix scoffed, like I should’ve known better. “He’s been practicing since middle school.”

“He has?” I returned, but the question went unanswered as Felix enthusiastically continued to cheer for his friend, and I was caught up in the whirlwind of the crowd’s enthusiasm while my own heart beat incredibly fast for several much different reasons.

Their stage ended on a high, and I found that my voice was hoarse from screaming with the rest of the patrons, clapping like a madwoman while 3racha disappeared backstage.

“Let’s see if we can find, Sung,” Felix suggested, and any prior elation was gone as I remembered my original purpose for coming here.

“I’d love to congratulate him,” Minho agreed, and I reluctantly followed my brothers to the backstage entrance where a bouncer noticed them and waved them forward.

Must be some kind of friend privileges.

Regardless, it brought me to where I needed to be, and I hesitated when we were pulled even deeper between sound equipment and storage containers.

“Where are they?” Minho asked.

“I see Chan,” Felix said, pointing ahead of us, and I bit back my disappointment at finding Chan first.

“You guys made it,” Chan said, coming over to greet us, giving Minho some weird, elaborate handshake.

I rolled my eyes at their boyish oddities, glancing around the backstage area, not looking for anything in particular, until....

Jisung. Standing over there with another girl.

I froze, watching as Jisung leaned in closer to whisper directly into her ear in a decidedly intimate exchange.

“Jisung?” I whispered, and it was enough to steal Minho’s attention who followed my gaze with a chuckle.

“Does Jisung have a girlfriend?”

I swallowed hard at the question, the bitter taste of disappointment, and I ran despite Minho and Felix calling my name. Despite the overbearing sensation of Jisung’s eyes following me the entire time.

It was late when my brothers came home, discovering me sitting alone in the living room.

Felix was the first to react, releasing a loud sigh before he came to sit next to me on the couch. “Rough night?” he asked, voice gruff from the exertion of screaming at the concert.

“You could say that,” I muttered in return, picking at the stitching on the pillow in my lap.

“I guess this is about Jisung,” Minho added, coming to stand in front of me with that stupid concerned look on his face.

“Forget it,” I said. “It isn’t anyone else’s business.”

“Jisung is my friend,” Felix said, and he seemed affronted. “It actually is my business.”

“Fine,” I snapped, turning to glare at Minho. “But you can’t say anything.”

“Yes, I can,” Minho replied. “Because I’m usually the only one who can get you to listen!”

I frowned at the assertion, slumping down even lower against the cushions. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Too bad,” Minho said, and he stubbornly collapsed next to me despite my warning. “Chan told us everything.”

I sat up immediately, feeling my mouth drop open as I looked at Minho. “What do you mean?”

“We know you have a thing for Jisung,” Minho teased.

“No, I don’t!”

“Then why were you all angsty when you saw him with that other girl?” Felix intervened, snickering at my awe-struck expression. “Besides, you don’t think Jisung wasn’t bragging about finally sleeping with the love of his life?”

“I’m not the love of his life,” I grumped. “He clearly doesn’t care about me.”

“Then you’re blind and stupid,” Felix said, thoughtful as always. But then his expression turned serious. “Y/N, Jisung’s been in love with you since middle school, and I should know because he never shut up about you.”

I sighed at the admission, wrestling with the incessant desire to keep my mouth shut and that smaller part of me that longed to confess everything. “I never knew I wanted him,” I said. “Until I saw him with that other girl...how fucked up is that?”

“It’s not fucked up,” Minho said. “Sometimes, it takes...extraneous circumstances to convince us of our feelings.”

“Especially if that person is you,” Felix continued. “You’re stubborn to a fault.”

“Am not!” I huffed, realizing only a moment later that I was proving their point.

“Look, just give him a chance to explain himself, Y/N,” Minho said. “You clearly owe him an apology, and you both have a lot to talk about.”

“I know,” I begrudgingly agreed, and it was only after I thought about how utterly destroyed I felt after seeing Jisung tonight that I was struck with the weight of importance for what I had to do.

It was Chan’s idea, really, to invite me back to the studio, conveniently at the same time when Jisung was set to record his part for their next single.

At first, I resisted because I didn’t want to interrupt Jisung at work, but then my brothers reminded me that it probably had a lot more to do with myself refusing to face up to my mistakes rather than some kind of respect for professional boundaries.

Nonetheless, I had no idea what I planned to say to Jisung because I could rehearse a given set of words a thousand times, but when it came to actually confronting him, they could all disappear from my head. And instead of floundering around trying to remember them all, I think it might be better to talk to him in the moment as I formulated some semblance of a worthy apology for the hurt I had caused him.

It was also still new, this coming to terms with the fact that Felix’s best friend might be someone who could mean something more to me than that kid who always flirted and shyly whispered hello’s and goodbye’s whenever he came over to spend the night.

But maybe talking would help me figure things out, and after knocking on the studio door, I put on my best smile when Jisung’s face appeared from the other side.

Unfortunately, he wore a scowl that could scare even the bravest of souls, and I was more or less intimidated after asking him if I could come inside.

“I guess,” Jisung said, leaving the door open for me to close before returning to his seat at the production stand.

“So,” I started, trailing off as I glanced around the room. “This is a nice set-up.”

“Yeah,” Jisung said, offering nothing more, and telling me all I needed to know about his openness to starting a conversation with me.

“Right,” I agreed, clearing my throat. “Uh, Jisung? I just wanted to apologize for the other night at the party. It was really out of line for me to act the way I did.”

“Huh,” Jisung scoffed. “I don’t think you really mean that.”

I winced at his dismissal. “I’m being genuine.”

“Hard for me to tell,” Jisung replied, and I shook my head because this was going horribly wrong and I expected him to kick me out at any moment.

“Your performance was good the other night,” I tried again. “I really like the music, and your rapping is super good.”

“Thanks,” he muttered dryly.

“Seriously,” I insisted. “You’re really talented, and I guess other people noticed before me, which is stupid. But I’m happy for you, and I just want you to do whatever brings you the best opportunities....Oh! And I think your girlfriend is really pretty, not that it’s any of my business-”

“Girlfriend?” Jisung interrupted, turning around to look at me with a confused expression.

“Yeah? The girl I saw you with backstage the other night?” I said, wondering if Jisung was acting this way on purpose.

“You mean my cousin?” he asked, wrinkling his nose in obvious revulsion. “Why would you assume that?”

I groaned, resisting the urge to bang my head against the wall because I was only making things harder and even more awkward. “I didn’t know...I guess it just surprised me, and I took off...” I paused at the confession, fanning myself with one hand.

“You thought I was dating someone else?” Jisung said. “And it made you feel...?”

“Betrayed,” I sighed, bowing my head in shame. “I guess you probably felt the same way when you saw me with Changbin.”

Jisung frowned, cheeks dusted with red as he considered me. “Yeah, Y/N, I wasn’t happy to see you with someone else after everything that happened between us.”

“I’m sorry, Jisung,” I whispered. “For everything. I’m literally the worst person on Earth, and you don’t even have to pretend to forgive me or anything. You can just ignore whenever you come over....I probably deserve it.”

Jisung shook his head, playing with the pen held poised between his fingers. “I won’t ignore you.”

I raised my head to meet his gaze. “Honestly, Jisung, seeing that girl the other night made me feel even more ridiculous because I shouldn’t need something like that to happen to make me realize that I really do like you.”

“Y/N...”

“No, really!” I insisted. “I’ve always seen you as Felix’s best friend, but that was stupid and wrong, and I’m sorry for making you hurt and leading you on or whatever. So, like, I needed to tell you how horrible I am, and you can take the apology or curse my existence, whatever! I just needed you to know.”

There was a long moment of quiet between us, and Jisung kept looking at me like he was trying to see past me.

“You are kinda ridiculous,” Jisung finally said, and I released a deep breath that I didn’t know I had been holding.

“I talked to Felix and Minho,” I said. “They told me that you’ve always liked me.”

“Yeah,” Jisung said, a little bit sheepishly as his ears turned bright red. “That’s always been a thing.”

I giggled at his words. “So...what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, but there was something resembling a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Whatever we want, maybe?”

My smile grew wider because it wasn’t anything like a label, but that just might be the right direction for the two of us. Taking the time to come together after having our paths zig-zag in opposing directions for so long. “Okay,” I agreed, feeling the cold distance minimize like an imaginary conveyor belt was pulling us closer. “Let’s go with that: whatever we want.”

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Confession in the dark

Moaning you turned around in your bed again. How come that neither the painkiller, the magnesium nor the buscopan helped? You pressed your hand against your womb. Wishing for the wave to be over soon. Hopefully you'll be able to sleep like this tonight. There wasn't a single position you hadn't tried out yet, everytime a new wave of cramps came by, it left you moaning in pain. With a sigh you turned around one more time and closed your eyes. Then you wondered where the hot water bottle hid in the apartment. Another turn later you closed your eyes again. Sleep. Now.

Only to open them a few seconds later. Your phone rang and only a second after your eyes glanced over the display you shot up again. It was him.

"Ah hello, it is I. I'm sorry to call this late." The young man on the other side of the phone said. He always was so formal with his greetings. "How are you Mc, I ..., I mean we haven't really heard much from you today. You barely logged into the messenger."

Another sigh escaped with a quick but deep breath of yours and you hoped he could not hear it. letting your body fall back on the mattress again you took a deep breath, ready to come up with an excuse. But then again decided against it. Jumin would surely understand. He was the one you talked to the most, at least over the phone. You wished you could talk to him all day, but he always ran out of time before you could even try to get to know him better.

"Look, Jumin, I didn't really feel like talking today. Actually I had pretty bad cramps today and they won't go away."

"Cramps? Is it something serious? Should I call you a doctor?" Jumin asked, you could hear the concern in his baritone voice.

"No, no. Please don't. I know where they come from..." You paused hoping he wouldn't ask you more about it, but you also knew he wouldn't let go of this topic that soon.

"and? Where do they come from?"

"I'm on my period Jumin."

The line was completely slient now, not even the slightest noise could be heard until something rustled on the young man's side.

"Mc, I'm sorry to end this call so sudden, there is something that came up and I need to take care of it asap. I'll speak to you soon. Good bye."

You pouted, smahing your phone onto the mattress.

Hnnnnnggg. That was the worst thing you ever did. Never ever do that again, Mc. You scared him away again.

Your thoughts ran wild, angry at yourself for being that honest, feeling pity for Jumin, because you obviously made him uncomfortable. Everything.

With your head buried in the pillow you lied on, you tried to close your eyes once again. Great. You will never get closer to Jumin like this.

Ding. dong.

Who would ring your doorbell in the middle of the night? Hopefully not that neighbours kids again. While standing up you rolled your eyes, rubbing the back of your neck to massage it little bit.

When you finally opened the door there stood a young man in front of you. Jumin was still wearing a suit and you suddenly felt way too underdressed in your pajamas and the blanket that you threw over your shoulders. Your stare had not escaped his sharp eyes and a grin spreading on his lips.

"Jumin what are you doing here?" You wondered.

"Well, I heard on the Phone that you're not feeling well, and thought that it would be better to come by and..."

"so I was the urgent thing that came up?" A new wave of red heat crawled up from your chest right into your cheeks and you felt them burning under your skin.

"My god Mc, are you having a fever?" He asked and quickly strided through the door to put a hand on your forehead. Making you blush even harder.

"No Jumin, I'm ok, it's just the cramps." You hushed away from him to escape his awfully soft hands. The gentle gesture of his hand left a burning feeling on your forehead and you wondered if you could ever get used to his touch. His dark eyes still looked at you with concern, but he swallowed down his pride and tilted his head, ready to ask another question.

"Oh, now where are my manners. How can I help you, Mc?"

"You could tell me how you got to know about the location of Rikas apartment first, i guess, and what's inside the basket?" You asked, letting your eyes wander over the basket he held in his hands.

"I asked Seven to tell me. You don't need to worry about that now, though. Let's see, I brought a hot water bottle, would you like that? I heard that menstruating people sometimes like it. And warmth relieves pain too, sometimes." The dark haired man held up a hot water bottle and showed himself to the kitchen area, but ordered you to get back to bed before.

"I have to apologize myself again, Mc. I'm sorry for disturbing you like this, but I got really worried about you and had to see with my own eyes that you are not suffering from anything else." He explained and put the hot water bottle on top of the blanket when it was finally ready. Then he sat down right next to you on the bed. His eyes asking for an invitation to not only sit on the counter of it. After a small nod you gave him he swung his feet on top of the bed, they nearly reached the end and he made himself a little bit more comfortable.

The spreading heat felt good and relieved some of the pain, and you quickly thanked him for his idea to bring one.

"Would you do that for everybody in the RFA?" You asked, while hiding the bottle underneath the blanket. Quickly glancing into his direction. Jumin blinked in surprise, not sure what to say next.

"No. I'd only do this for you, I guess." He shrugged and mustered you again.

Quite thankful for the darkness in the bedroom your cheeks blushed again. Did he just really say that? Or was it a dream? Man you fell asleep quickly.

Pinching yourself in your arm proved you wrong. It wasn't a dream. He did say it.

"Mc?" His voice asked into the darkness.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to surprise you like this. Also while you are clearly in pain. I uhm... Can I do anything else for you?"

"Jumin, it's okay. I'm really glad you're caring so much about me." You said and brushed your fingers over his. In a mere second his fingers reacted and intertwined with yours. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sitting in complete silence you both enjoyed the presence of each other. Until a yawn escaped your mouth. His hand back away, and he was pulled back into the reality in an instant after this little moment of peace flew away.

You stretched yourself a little bit, inching closer to the side of Jumins shoulder. He didn't dare to pull himself away and found himself unable to move, when he suddenly felt your head falling on his shoulder. Jumin leaned back against the pillows, still glad for this precious moment he just shared with you. Even though he didn't quite know what to expect from visiting you this late at night. But he was thankful he could help you at least a little bit.

Soon after you were cuddled up against him, your chest rose and fell steadily. After a while he put your head into your pillow again, hoping you wouldn't wake up from the sudden change.

His fingers brushed over your hair, and he tucked you carefully into the blanket.

"Sleep well, my dear." Jumin whispered and listened into the darkness. Then he took all his courage together and inched further to your face. His lips oftly brushing over yours, and he was amazed how soft they felt. Wishing he could savour this feeling forever he did it once more before finally pulling away.

"How did you manage to steal my heart like this, Mc?" Jumin didn't expect an answer and turned around, picking up his belongings, ready to leave when he heard your soft whisper.

"you stole my heart too, Jumin Han."

#mysme #mystic messenger #jumin han #shitty longcat #i wanna cuddle with him.#please????

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Man of the House | one

Sam Wilson/fem!Reader, future dark!Bucky Barnes/fem!Reader | 18+

Moving day is finally here! Private and public celebrations are in order.

► warnings(!): nudity, non-graphic sex scene, alcohol, slow burn. eventual dubcon/noncon, eventual choking in future chapters. this is a dark fic.

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a/n: taglist is open for this series, just hmu with an ask.

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕪

Boxes and boxes filled the hallway as men in uniforms brought them in, the moving truck parked in front of the house. The stench of sweat invaded your nostrils as you guided the men on which rooms to settle them. Sam was doing his fair share, gathering your more personal boxes upstairs.

It was moving day, finally.

After two weeks of preparing and prepping, you finally took the step into your new home. A day earlier found you busy with cleaning; sweeping and mopping the floors, wiping the windows, and dusting the furniture among others. You even took the time to pick up some ornaments to decorate your new house. The scented candles and key bowl looked great next to the antique lamp.

When all the boxes and furniture were settled, you paid the movers a hefty sum and left them on their way. Now that left you, Sam, and a load of boxes to be unpacked.

“I’ll start with the ones in the kitchen,” Sam said, “And then maybe we can have a quick lunch later.” You nodded, walking towards the parlour.

Seeing the clear windows elated you, free of dust and stains, permitting sunlight which illuminated the room in a warm glow. The velvety feel of the red Chesterfield sofa was satisfying, letting your mind wander to extravagant wine parties.

Riffling for the retractable knife in your pocket, you started slashing through the boxes, uncovering your book collection over the years. One by one, you arranged them on the pine wood bookshelf; a new addition brought from your previous dwelling.

After the boxes were emptied, you stood and admired your work. The parlour would make a great room for reading, you could imagine relaxing with a glass of wine and a good book after a day's work.

Ding dong!

You swerved to face the hallway, startled. The ringing of the doorbell audibly loud, reverberating through the entire house.

“Who is it?” Sam stood in the entryway, coming from the kitchen. You shrugged.

Entering the hallway, Sam opened the door, standing face to face with their visitor. On the other side stood Mr Rogers, his weathered face smiling. He looked pretty dapper for a man standing on your doorstep. In his hand, he seemed to be holding a small box. Of what, you’re unsure.

“Mr Rogers! Nice to see you,” you greeted. “What brings you here?”

“Hello, dear. Just wanted to drop off some extra keys I had since I don’t really need them,” he said, jiggling them into your hands. “Seems like you have a fella, he’ll probably need it.” Sam laughed, appreciating the humour.

“Sam Wilson, sir,” he introduced himself, offering a hand, “Nice to finally meet the man of the house.”

“Likewise, son,” Mr Rogers shook. He seemed to still for a moment before knocking out of it. “Before I forget, here’s some tea. A housewarming gift, if you will.” He handed you the small box, “It’s chamomile, good for aiding sleep.”

You were humbled by the kind gesture of the elder, thanking him. Before he could leave, Sam invited him in for lunch, “I was about to fix up something quick.”

“It’s okay, son. I have places to be and people to meet today, you two have a good day,” he bid farewell, got in his beetle, waving as he drove away.

“That's a very thoughtful landlord right there,” Sam whistled. You agreed, reminded of how lucky you were, again. Sam closed the door, lulling the house in silence once more. “You hungry, baby?”

“Not yet, really,” you turned to him. “Why?”

“‘Cause I’m currently hungry for something else,” he smirked, mischief swimming in his pools, “How about we christen the place, starting with,” —he startled you, lifting you by the hips— “the kitchen!”

You chortled, as Sam carried you, hands supporting your buttocks, at the same time giving them a squeeze. The cheeky bastard.

Clothes were shed. Hands roamed, mapping every inch of uncovered skin. The exchange of fierce kisses and the battle of tongues left you both frenzied.

Sam settled you on the island countertop. The cold granite chilled you. He marveled at your form, hungry eyes taking in everything; your stiff peaks, your mussed hair, your enticing throat.

“I’m starving baby, let me taste you,” he husked, descending to his knees. Calloused hands pushed your thighs apart, serving you to his greedy eyes. True to his words, like a man starved, he helped himself. He was ravenous.

You cried, moans carrying through the halls, echoing. You had no care for the world.

The both of you continued your escapade, carrying to other parts of the house; unaware to the lone shadow.

Watching your every move.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖

The entirety of yesterday was pure bliss as far as you remembered, waking up in bed to sunlight barely peeking through the glass door. Sam’s hand draped across your hip as he lightly snored behind you.

You sighed, feeling sated. What a way to start the morning.

Lazing for a bit, you admired your new bedroom. The once bare four-poster is now draped in delicate tulle, akin to a large veil. The vanity across the bed looked regal, adding to the opulence. This was by far your favourite room. Besides the parlour, of course.

You gave a kiss to Sam between the brows. Slowly slipping away, you got out of bed. Grabbing your robe, you padded across the hall and headed downstairs.

The house was eerily silent in the mornings. Only the creaking of stairs audible as you descend.

In the wee hours, the little sunlight and heavy curtains casted long shadows on the walls. The furniture in the dark stood, creating the illusion of people, making the parlour seem frightening to the average eye. The hallway seemed long and never-ending, getting darker the further it went.

The look of the house in the dark could have been what considered it so terrifying. The mind does tend to wander when in darkness.

Passing by the hallway, you setted on fixing breakfast in the kitchen. Before you could step a foot further, something faint caught your ears.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

It repeated. Again and again. Like nails on wood.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

You squinted, searching for the source. The low visibility was not helping. Fumbling the wall, you turned on the lights.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

Nothing was in your vicinity, yet the noise never ceased. Using your sense of hearing, you listened, tracing it.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

It became audibly louder and erratic as you neared. Your feet found you under the stairs. In front of the black door.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

Faster and faster. As if a desperate call for help.

Grabbing the nearest object —an umbrella— you gripped it tight. The fear of it being a wild animal overcame you.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

Slowly turning the knob, umbrella at the ready, you pushed the door, expecting to be pounced.

Instead, what greeted you was a white fluffy creature. A cat. The same cat you met weeks ago. Waiting on the steps, as if it were expecting your arrival.

“Now, how did you get in here,” you cooed, squatting. The cat murmured back.

Up and down. Left to right. You tried theorising how the cat came to be in the basement. The door was closed, too heavy for a cat. The small windows were shut tight, only allowing light to pass through. The last one here yesterday was Sam, and he would’ve noticed a cat. Yet, it managed to sneak in. How peculiar.

“What are you doing down here.”

You jumped, startled. Your heart almost gave out. Facing the door, Sam stood on the stairs, crusts still in his eyes.

“You startled me!” you grumbled. He put his palms up, wearing his toothy grin.

“I heard scratching sounds and found this cat,” you explained, “Which by the way, did you see yesterday?”

“I think I would’ve seen if there was a cat, but no,” he replied. “Is the little cutie hungry?” he cooed, in a babying tone.

Unexpected to the both of you, the cat hissed. Eyes turned into slits, fur standing, claws out, like a being possessed. You worried it might attack Sam.

Before you could intervene, it sped off. Zooming between Sam’s legs, and headed upstairs, meowing uncontrollably.

“It’s never done that before,” you mumbled, surprised. “I’ll go let it out.”

You followed upstairs, nearly missing the faint scent.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

Light chatter permeated the space as guests began filtering into the parlour. Wine glasses in hand, they mingled around, exchanging conversations, with the occasional boisterous laughter. It was a light and cozy setting, with every tummy sated, just catching up with long time friends.

“Okay, can I just say, that despite being a 100 year old monument, this place is actually nice?” Tony starts, “Like when I looked outside it was like something out of the Addam’s Family, but then I went in and wham! It’s like a cute lil’ antique store.”

Perplexed, you really didn’t know how to reply to that. “Err, thank you?”

“Stop it, Tones, that wasn’t a compliment,” Rhodey slapped Tony’s back, “It’s a really nice house, very fancy.”

“The house is lovely, I love the vintage feel of it,” Pepper piped up, shooting Tony a look.

You smiled, “Thank you guys, it’s been a dream to live in a house like this.” Just then, Sam came, curling an arm around your waist.

“And my girl here got it for a steal too,” Sam intervened, jovially. “I’m just the lucky guy who gets to stay over some nights.”

You slapped Sam’s chest as he laughed, the trio joining. You reveled in the warmness of the moment, surrounded by friends. Sharing the start of a new beginning.

Everybody else in this room lived in the city, preferring the closeness to their work. You preferred the same. It’s been a long time since you all got together in the same space. You missed it.

After a few minutes of chatting, you excused yourself. A new bottle of wine and light dessert was needed.

Passing through the dining room enroute to the kitchen, you saw Wanda at the end of the hall. She was standing stock-still, staring downwards. You walked closer.

Stopping next to her, you saw that she was staring down at the entrance of the basement. Unmoving.

“Um, Wanda, is there anything wrong?” you asked, confused.

That seemed to snap her out of her stupor. She looked at you, face impassive before giving a thin smile.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said. “Where does that lead to, by the way?”

“That’s the basement,” you replied. “Come on, do you want more wine? Dessert?”

“Dessert sounds nice.”

Arriving into the parlour, you brought out the mini pavlovas with Wanda and set them on the coffee table. The wine bottle was handed off to Sam as he refilled glasses for your guests.

Immediately, everyone began to congregate in the middle to where the sofas were, taking a pavlova and having their refill. Your pavlovas were a favourite among your friends. You even had to swat Scott’s hand from taking more than one at a time.

The chatter turned up again, everyone catching up within the confines of your home. You relaxed beside Sam as he chatted with Vis about football of all things. Vis looked bored, yet was too polite to switch topics.

“So, a little birdie told me that this house is haunted, that true?” you heard Tony as he came to stand beside the sofa, pavlova in hand, “If so, then damn! It really does live up to the Addam’s Family aesthetic it has going on.”

“Tony!” Pepper hissed from across the room, reprimanding him. She turned to you, “I’m so sorry for him.”

“It’s okay, Pep,” and you were, Tony’s just being, well, Tony. “Where did you hear that though? Even I didn’t know at first.” By now, everyone was paying attention to you two.

“Saw it in a blog when I was looking for navigation, apparently they only managed to live here for two weeks,” he said, taking a bite of the sugary confection. “So it is true? Feeling watched? Things disappearing? Ghostly apparitions? Oooh.”

You heard Scott whisper yell, “So we went willingly inside a haunted house? Are we cursed?” in the background. Hope shushed him.

“None so far, the landlord even told me that he had never experienced anything living here. I’d take those blog posts with a grain of salt if I were you,” you said, sipping your glass. “Besides, I don’t really believe in ghosts. Ever heard of infrasounds, Stark?”

Tony smirked, “I expected no less from a woman of science.” He finished the rest of his dessert. “Say, how ‘bout we make a bet? If you can live here past two weeks, i’ll give you $400.”

“Ugh, Tones,” Rhodey grumbled at the back.

“Make it $500 then we’ll have a deal,” you smirked, not backing down.

“$450”

“No, $500.”

“Ugh, fine! $500.” He eye-rolled, holding out his hand. “Let’s shake it.”

“Deal.”

You both shook hands, sealing the deal in front of a live audience that is your friends. 500 dollars, two weeks.

“Why do I feel this won’t go well,” Vis sighed, holding onto Wanda. She nodded absently, eyes locked to a different corner.

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark fic #marvel fanfiction #haunted house AU #marvel reader-insert #mystery #horror #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction

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cousinmarcustalkswrestling · 3 years

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The Five WWE MVPs of 2020

Asuka

It feels like WWE views Asuka as a skilled utility player instead of one of the elite talents in their company. There’s a level where that’s disrespectful and indicative of their problems, but also with a company this size it’s not the worst idea to have an elite talent bounce around different positions. No matter what was going on, Asuka approached her role with the same quirky intensity and she was a joy to watch throughout the year. She gave Becky Lynch two great matches to further legitimize her year long title reign, then had one of the best moments of the year when Becky announced her pregnancy and relinquished the title to her. She became the main opposition to the Golden Role Models in the summertime and had great matches with both Bayley and Sasha. She even gave a lot to a motivated Zelina Vega in their Clash of Champions match. Very few people are ready for Asuka.

Drew McIntyre

Talk about bad timing. Imagine the biggest moment of your professional career happening at the biggest show of the year without any fans there. McIntyre had probably the biggest starmaking moment of the year when he eliminated Brock at the Royal Rumble. But instead of the epic showdown they should’ve had at Raymond James Stadium, they had a 4 minute finisher fest in front of no fans. Ay it is what it is. But even with the up and down quality of Raw throughout the year, not an iota of blame can be placed on Drew. His charisma and strong talking was on display nearly every week and he never really had a misstep the entire year. He had a great match against Seth Rollins at Money in the Bank and an underappreciated brawl against Bobby Lashley at Backlash. His Orton feud suffered from Orton problems and a stupid title switch, but their Ambulance match was great. His epic clash against Roman Reigns was one of the best matches of the year and he ended the year with a great TLC match against AJ Styles. Great job, Drew!

Bayley

DING DONG!! WHAT A YEAR!! Bayley really didn’t have a lot of quality opposition for her Smackdown title all year. Lacey Evans just isn’t at that level and booking didn’t put enough effort behind her feuds with Naomi and Nikki Cross. But it didn’t matter because Bayley (with Sasha) was a one woman army of entertainment this year. She was brash, enthusiastic, and almost maniacal in her heeldom. Honestly, she didn’t even need a murderers row of talent and great matches to get her over, just put a microphone in front of her and let her go. Once her and Sasha won the tag titles, they were given free reign to go to all three shows and they were the clear highlight of the company in the Summer. Her match against Asuka on the July 5 Raw is one of the best TV matches of the year and shows how refined her heel game has become in contrast to her being one of the best pure babyfaces in history. Her attack on Sasha added a brutal edge to her character and it resulted in two of the best matches of the year. Her booking post Sasha has been a little so-so, but she’s begun a fun feud with Bianca Belair to carry over into the new year. Great job, Bayley!

Roman Reigns

Forget everything that happened before Summerslam. He was in a terrible feud with Corbin and then he was set to face fucking Goldberg at Wrestlemania before he went on his COVID vacation. He returned at Summerslam looking super jacked and super mean. On the Smackdown between Summerslam and Payback, Roman revealed his partnership with Paul Heyman and I knew we would be getting something special from there. Roman’s cousin, Jey Uso, becoming #1 Contender for the Universal Title unleashed the Tribal Chief and he’s been a blast to watch ever since that moment. He’s a brutal dictator driven by the survival of his family which is completely dependent on his success and his reign as Universal Champion. He and Jey had two of the best matches of the year that were driven by Roman’s determination in Jey acknowledging him as the Tribal Chief of the family.

Roman really deserved this character. For the years and years that he was treated with inexplicable scorn from “fans”, he deserved to have a character arc that is treated with tremendous care and precision. Every segment involving him shows perfect characterization in how he reacts to whats going on in his world like members of Jey Uso’s survivor series team not respecting him or Kevin Owens having the unmitigated gall to have no fear in challenging him. In the ring, Roman is a brilliant blend of the vicious Shield Roman and the more dynamic Big Dog Roman. He’s brutal and mawling, but he’s still a tremendous seller and never looks unstoppable. His interpromotional match against Drew McIntyre was one of the best matches of the year and just a great display of two great modern talents locking horns and his TLC match against Kevin Owens is one of the best one on one TLC matches we’ve seen. He’s on the run of his career and we should be grateful. I acknowledge you, Roman, I acknowledge you.

Sasha Banks

The year started very weird for Ms. Banks. She didn’t participate in the Women’s Royal Rumble and she was absent from the Elimination Chamber card. She was just kinda floating along being Bayley’s primary support until it felt like creative actually flipped the switch and decided to A) give them more time to be the hilarious obnoxious tag team of the year and B) subtly show Sasha constantly saving and sacrificing for the team to build to an inevitable break up and feud. This rub really breathed life back into Sasha’s career which wasn’t dead at all, but was too stagnant for a talent of her caliber. They captured the tag team titles and spread their ridiculous heel joy all over the company, even returning to NXT where Sasha showed some instant electric chemistry with a future star in Shotzi Blackheart.

The moment everything changed was the Monday Night Raw where Sasha issued a challenge….to Raw Women’s Champion Asuka. It instantly became one of the most highly anticipated matches of the year and it was Sasha’s first solo PPV match of the year. On the way to that, she returned to NXT and had a banger with the NXT’s top dog Io Shirai. They main evented that night and to date is one of only nine nights where NXT defeated AEW in total viewers. Despite the terribly booked finish, her Extreme Rules match against Asuka was one of the E’s best straight up wrestling matches of the year and ended with her as Two Belt Bankz. Her world came crashing down as she was once again unable to successfully defend the title and lost it right back to Asuka. The Golden Role Models also lost the women’s tag titles and after an unsuccessful rematch, it finally happened; Bayley snapped and assaulted her best friend, attempting to break her neck and end her career.

Their split instantly made Sasha the biggest babyface in the company and everything from that point seemed like good old fashioned catharsis from being held back and misused through the years. She ended Bayley’s year plus reign as Smackdown Women’s Champion in one of the best Hell in a Cell matches in history. For the first time in her main roster career, she successfully defended her title and defeated Bayley in one of the best TV matches of the year. At Survivor Series, she finally cleanly defeated Asuka in a great champion vs champion match and she ended the year by having Carmella’s best match ever at TLC. This final quarter of the year was just all around tremendous for her as she had classic matches, exorcised some of her booking demons, displayed her aptitude for making anybody look great in the ring and even outside of the subjective realm of wrestling, becoming one of the primary reasons for Smackdown’s ratings surge and arguably the face of the company. This was the year of the boss, where the E finally realized the star that they had and put the power of the machine behind her. The sky is truly the limit.

#wrestling #wwe #2020 #drew mcintyre #sasha banks #roman reigns #bayley #asuka

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WARNING: it’s sad, my sister couldn’t stop crying. perhaps i teared up too. // mentions of death.

“I don’t know if it’s too soon or just the right time, but I met this girl. It was pretty much out of nowhere, but I don’t know. It feels weird to say, especially to you,” Namjoon laughs. “But I feel like it was meant to be. There were so many coincidences, like how I always see her unexpectedly. Like it was fate somehow.” Namjoon twirls the ring between his fingers, looking up at the framed photo he took out of his dresser drawer. “Our daughter really likes her. It makes me really happy. I’m sure she would’ve been the same with you. Her name is Yn. We’ve been going on dates, we’re not official or anything, but I was thinking of making it official today. I’m not quite sure yet. I haven’t talked to the boys about it or anything, I figured it would be best if I talked it out with you first and got your permission. What do you think?”

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Park Residence

“I got the confetti cannon poppers thing,” Namjoon says, holding two plastic bags. “I think it was a mistake to have me get them because I didn’t know whether to get blue or pink…”

Yuna puts a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I totally forgot!! Did you get both??” Namjoon nods, walking over to her.

“This one’s pink,” he says, lifting up the bag on his left hand. “And this one’s blue,” he says, lifting up the other.

“Here, give them to me, I know which ones we need,” Sohyun says, taking the two bags from Namjoon.

“Do you guys need anymore help?” Namjoon asks, looking over to the boys who were blowing up balloons.

“I think we’re good hyung,” Jungkook says, hitting a balloon into the air when he finished tying it.

“Yeah, I think we’re done. We blew enough right?” Jimin asks, getting up from the floor and kicking all the pink and blue balloons they blew and tied.

“Yes, those are good, you know how to make the balloon arches right?” Yuna says. Jimin looks over at Jungkook and Jungkook looks over at Taehyung.

“What? I’m on baby duty, go youtube it,” Taehyung says, dodging their silent plead for help.

“I know how to do it,” you say. “But one of you have to switch with me and help Rina with the decorations.”

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook says, getting up quickly. Jimin sighs, clearly tired of the balloons.

“Namjoon, you can help Sohyun set out all the sweets she brought,” Yoongi called out from the kitchen. Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Mae, and Sarang were all busy in the kitchen, helping each other make dishes for the party.

ding dong!

“Oh-- Babe, is that mom and dad?” Jimin says out loud. Everyone turns to the door.

“I totally forgot it wasn’t going to be just as this time,” Taehyung says nonchalantly as he was getting climbed on like a human mountain.

Yuna rushed to the door, opening it to let the guests in.

“Mom! Dad!” Yuna yelled, quickly giving her parents a hug when they entered. Jimin excuses himself from you and went over to greet his parent in laws.

“Are you guys’ parents coming today too?” Jungkook asks everyone. “My mom and dad said they’ll be here. They’re excited to see everyone.”

“Mm, yeah, my parents said they’ll try to make it,” Namjoon says. He turns towards you and says in a quiet voice, “maybe I can introduce you to them.” You give him a soft smile and a nod. But the thought of meeting his parents made you nervous.

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“Where’s Moonji?” Namjoon asks you when you walked into Jimin and Yuna’s kitchen.

“Uhm.. I’m not sure. I think she’s playing with the little girls.” You answer, reaching over him to grab a cookie. With the gender reveal cake, Sohyun also made pink and blue sugar cookies and cupcakes.

“Okay, well she needs to eat,” Namjoon says, excusing himself and going to look for his daughter. You bite down on the cookie Sohyun made, watching Namjoon walk away. As you were finally alone, you think to yourself. You couldn’t believe that you were a part of such a wonderful group of friends. You all just met not too long ago and now you were apart of their family, and you actually felt like family. You were excited to find out the gender of Yuna and Jimin’s baby, being at such a personal event like this made you feel so special.

You giggle as you watched Namjoon walk into the kitchen, carrying a grumpy little Moonji.

“I guess someone would rather play?” You say to Namjoon, making him laugh.

“Yeah, she didn’t want to come, but she has to eat, right baby?” Moonji pouts as her dad had her sit on the counter. He had a bowl of food right next to her, one that he had out before he left to get Moonji.

“Ah,” He says to her, placing the spoon near her mouth. Moonji kept her mouth closed and in a pout, not wanting to eat as she wanted to be with her cousins right now, playing.

“If you finish all this food, you can go play. Come on, the faster you finish, the faster you’ll be able to play with your unnies.” With this, Moonji quickly opened her mouth, reaching for the spoon so she can feed herself. You couldn’t help but laugh as the little girl attempted to down all her food in one go.

“Hey hey hey, slow down a bit. You might choke,” and as if on cue, she started to cough. She was eating the food way too fast. You quickly turn around to grab a small bottle of water.

“Here you go baby,” you say, helping her drink the water. Namjoon watched you as you help his daughter. Moonji kept her eye on you too. When she pulled away from the bottle, you closed it with the cap and put it down next to her. Moonji smiled at you and said thank you before shoving another spoonful of rice in her mouth. You laugh, nodding at her before turning to Namjoon, whose gaze you felt.

“Hmm?” You say, catching him off guard.

“Huh?” He says.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laugh. Namjoon’s cheeks turns into a light shade of red.

“Looked at you like what?” He says. Before you could say anything, Yuna popped her head into the kitchen.

“Hey we’re going to cut the cake in the family room.”

“Oh look, guess we gotta go,” Namjoon says, quickly picking up Moonji and walking out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

“He-hey!”

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“Are you ready everyone?” Jimin asks. He stood next to Yuna, an arm around her while they both held onto the knife to cut the cake.

“Wait!” Rina yells. “Do you guys want it to be blue or pink?”

“Pink! Pink! Pink!” Soojin yells.

“Noo, I want it to be blue!” Sian pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yah, just cut it already!” Taehyung yells.

“Ooh, I’m so excited,” Jimin’s mom says, proudly watching her son cut a cake.

Meanwhile, Jungkook quickly gets himself to the front of the crowd, aka the little kids, holding his camera in place, ready to catch the moment.

“Okay, count us down,” Jimin says.

“3!” You all yelled.

“2!”

“1!” Yuna and Jimin sliced down and everyone went “OOOOHH.”

“What color is it hyung?” Jungkook asks, not being able to see from the first slice. Sohyun was on the side, covering her mouth because she was the only one who knew the gender.

Yuna and Jimin placed their second cut and Jimin grabs another knife and placed it underneath to pick up the cake. Once the inside was visible, everyone pulled their confetti cannons, streamers and confetti flew everywhere. All you could see was an ocean of blue.

“IT’S A BOY!” Everyone cheered and laughed, walking over to hug the couple. While everyone seemed to be happy about finally knowing the gender of baby mochi, one specific person wasn’t too pleased.

“Aigoo~” Jimin says, half laughing. He walks over to little Soojin who was crying that the color wasn’t pink. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” He turns around and sees Jin walking over to him. Jin carefully takes his little girl in his arms.

“Shhh, Soojin-ah, don’t cry. You’ll have more cousins in the future I’m sure one of them will be a girl,” Jin says, trying to reassure his daughter.

“Yuna!” You say, running over to her to give her a big hug. “I know we’ve just met but I’m so happy that I already get to celebrate this special moment with you,” you say. You can hear her sniffling a bit and she pulls away from you, but still holding onto your arms.

“Your making me cry,” she whines. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yuna, congratulations,” Namjoon interrupts, giving her a hug as well.

“Jimin!” You called, you slid past Yuna and Namjoon to give him a hug. “I bet you’re super happy,” you tell him.

“I am,” he says, he’s smiling so big you weren’t able to see his eyes anymore. “I can’t wait to have a mini me,” he says and you physically uwu’d at his comment because the thought of Jimin in baby form sounds like the cutest thing ever.

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After finding out the gender, everyone started munching on the blue cake Sohyun made. The kid’s lips and teeth were all blue from the blue frosting on the cake. Everyone was catching up with one another since their parents came to visit. While everyone was socializing with each other or their parents, you and Namjoon were in your own little world on the couch, having your own conversation.

“So when you were expecting Moonji, and you found out she was a girl, how did you and your girlfriend feel?” You ask. Namjoon never talked about Moonji’s mom, you assumed they broke up or something when she was younger.

Namjoon laughs slightly at your response. “Wife,” he says.

“Hmm?”

“She was my wife.” He clarifies. Your eyes enlarges and your mouth drops a bit. You weren’t expecting that.

“Oh.. you were married.” You hesitate on whether to ask or not on what happened, Namjoon could sense your hesitation.

“You can ask about it if you want, it’s okay,” he says, looking at you with full confidence and a smile. You nod, still a little hesitant to enter such a sensitive topic.

“Your wife… were you two happy to expect a girl?” You ask slowly. Namjoon nods at you.

“I didn’t really mind. Having a baby with the person I loved the most was already beyond the greatest thing I could get. But my wife was very happy. She’s always wanted a little girl.” You smile at him but it faded away with your next question.

“If she always wanted one… and I’m sorry if this sounds offensive, I’m not trying to--”

“It’s okay,” he reassures.

“But… if she’s always wanted a daughter… where is she now?” You felt so rude for asking, but you were curious. And Namjoon was assuring you that it was okay to ask.

“I lost her the day Moonji was born,” Namjoon says.

flashback

“You’re doing great honey. We’re almost there, just hold on a little longer,” Namjoon says, assuring his wife. A peaceful day at home had turned into a state of panic when Eunji’s, Namjoon’s wife, water broke earlier than expected.

“Hngg, Taehyung-ah, drive faster, please!” Eunji groaned, squeezing Namjoon’s hand with all her might as a contraction waves over her.

“I’m going at the fastest and safest speed I can go noona, we’re almost there,” Taehyung calls out calmly. Although if you listen a little closer, you can tell the slight panic in his voice.

When the trio got to their destination, Taehyung ran as fast as he could out of the car and into the entrance of the hospital, yelling for someone to help. To others, this may seem normal for a first child pregnancy, but for some reason, Namjoon had a weird feeling that made him feel nauseous.

Namjoon leans in to kiss his wife’s forehead as it dripped with sweat and her breathing became labored.

“You’re doing great sweetie, just endure the pain a little longer. You can do this, we’ll see our little girl soon,” he says to her, causing her to smile. Namjoon leans in to quickly kiss her on the lips, right before Taehyung appeared at the open door of the backseat of the car with a nurse standing by his side, holding a wheelchair.

“Let’s get mommy to be on here so we can take her in,” the nurse says calmly. Namjoon hops out of the car through the other door, rushing through the other side to help carry Eunji onto the wheelchair. The nurse quickly went off and pushed the wheelchair into the hospital, having Namjoon and Taehyung walk quickly behind her.

“Are you excited hyung?” Taehyung asks, nudging Namjoons arm. Namjoon lets out a sigh, but he nods. “What’s wrong?” Taehyung says, noticing Namjoon’s worried expression.

“I just don’t like seeing her in so much pain,” Namjoon says, flinching as he hears Eunji groan once again from another contraction.

“You’re doing great Mrs. Kim,” the nurse says, assuring Eunji.

“She’s okay hyung, you’ll get to see your daughter soon and it’ll be all worth it,” Taehyung smiles, giving Namjoon a side hug.

“I have to be in there--”

“I’m sorry Mr. Kim, but we can’t allow you inside--”

“I have to be there for her! She can’t do this alone!”

“I know you want to be there for her Mr. Kim, but we’ll take care of her and we can assure you that everything will be fine.”

“But-” Namjoon sighs, knowing that as much as he tries to convince the nurse to let him in, that she won’t budge. “Can- can I at least see her. Just one last time before she has our baby?”

The nurse sighs, peeking through the door and slowly opening it to let Namjoon in.

“Joonie!” Eunji calls out, Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to rush into the room, kneeling down right beside Eunji’s bed.

“H-hey sweetheart,” Namjoon says quietly, the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. “You’re doing great, I can’t be here for too long but just know I’m going to be right out that door. I’ll be waiting for you and our baby girl. She’ll be as beautiful and as perfect as you, I just know it.” Eunji laughs and as she does, tears roll down her pink cheeks.

“I can’t wait to see our little Moonji,” she says, saying the name the two of them had picked out months ago when they found out they were having a girl. Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a smiley laugh. He caress her cheeks slowly.

“You’ll do so well, I know you will,” he says, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. He pulls away and rests his forehead on hers. “I love you so much, and I can’t wait to love our daughter just the same.”

Namjoon and Taehyung waited in silence in the waiting room. The first ten minutes of pushing, Namjoon couldn’t bear hearing the screams of pain Eunji let out as she pushed for their daughter. Taehyung decided it would be best if the two of them waited in the waiting room instead, away from the painful screams.

Just about thirty minutes had gone by when Taehyung finally spoke up.

“How do you feel hyung?” Namjoon looks up from his hand and turns to his best friend. He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m going to be a dad soon, it’s crazy,” he says, whispering the last part. Taehyung gives him a slap on the back.

“Heck yeah you are! I can’t wait, I’m so excited for you hyung. The day when my nieces and nephews are born are always my favorite.”

“I know, you’re always the first one there. I can’t wait until it’s finally our turn for when it’s you and your wife having a baby.”

“Waah~~ That would be such a crazy day.” The two men exchange smiles and laughter, the worry they once had were overcome by thoughts of the future where all things are well. “All the boys are texting in the group chat. They’re asking how much longer it’ll be when Moonji arrives. What should I tell them?” Right that second, nurses were rushing from one door of the waiting room to the other. There must’ve been something that happened because they were calling for someone, something about an emergency. It was hard to hear what they were saying. They were rushing everywhere, trying to get a hold of some other doctor. Namjoon and Taehyung’s conversations were put on hold, distracted by the amount of nurses and doctors rushing around. All they could hear were the words ‘blood,’ ‘too much,’ ‘risk,’ and ‘baby.’ Namjoon swallows thickly, his heartbeat start to beat faster, hoping, even though it hurts himself to even think this way, but hoping so much that it was someone else. Taehyung’s head quickly turns to Namjoon, sensing how scared he is at that moment. But Taehyung quietly hoped to himself that it was some other person too, that it was impossible for it to be someone he knew.

Thirty minutes later, the doctor entered the room.

“Are one of you Mr. Kim? Kim- Kim Namjoon to be exact?” He says, flipping through a clipboard. Namjoon quickly stands up, losing his balance, Taehyung stands up to help him.

“Can I have a word with you? In private?” The doctor says. Namjoon shakes his head no.

“No sir, what you have to tell me, you can tell Taehyung too.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whispers, holding onto his arm. “It’s fine, you can go.” Namjoon refused, turning to him.

“I’m afraid of what he’s going to say, I need you here with me. Please.” Taehyung nods quietly.

“Well, alright,” the doctor speaks up. “Your wife, Bae Eunji, has delivered a little girl. She came out earlier than expected. I heard your due date isn’t until two weeks from tomorrow.” Namjoon nods, it was a surprise to him when Eunji’s water broke this morning, knowing that it was too early. “Well we’re keeping a close watch on her right now, making sure that she’ll be okay.” The doctor began to talk slowly now. Namjoon swallows, bringing his hand up to hold onto Taehyung’s hand. He gives Namjoon’s hand a soft squeeze. The doctor brings down his clipboard, taking off his glasses and letting out a sigh. “This isn’t the easiest thing to say, and we all are deeply sorry, but your wife..” Namjoon’s eyebrows scrunches up and he bites down on his lip. “I’m sorry sir, but your wife lost a lot of blood during the delivery. We did the best we could but she wasn’t able to make it.”

Those last six words.

It broke Namjoon completely. He wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. This was the bad feeling he had the minute they got to the hospital. He tried to push that feeling to the side, trying to stay optimistic for his daughter's arrival. But he just knew something was going to happen.

Namjoon face twists into pain and his hand raises to where his heart is, scrunching the material of his shirt into his large hand as he fell on his knees onto the ground. His heart ached so much that he could feel his entire chest hurting as tears rolled down his face.

“Hyung,” Taehyung let out, dropping to the ground as his own tears rolled down his face. He pulled Namjoon into his arms and the two of them cried on the waiting room floor.

Namjoon had a hard time getting up from the floor, his heart broke into a million pieces on the day where it was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life. It’s been an hour or two. He had his head buried in his hands. His whole body heaving as he cried. Taehyung’s had his arms around Namjoon’s back, his cheeks pressed against his shoulder as he stared into space. His cheeks was sticky from his tears. He didn’t know what to do, how he could help. Eunji is his family as well, and as much as it hurt him to think she was gone just like that, he doesn’t know how Namjoon will ever be okay.

“Hyung,” Taehyung lets out quietly. Namjoon sniffs as he tries to stop himself from crying, but it was impossible. “Hyung,” Taehyung says again. He continue to feel Namjoon’s body tremble. He knew his hyung wasn’t going to be able to speak for a while.

“Mr. Kim,” a voice says above the two men. Taehyung looks up first, as Namjoon was unable to. It was a nurse, the same one from earlier. She looks down at Taehyung with a sad smile.

“He can’t talk right now,” Taehyung tells her.

“Well we would just like to let you know that your daughter is doing well. Whenever you’re ready, I can take you to go see her.” Namjoon raises his head slowly, his face red, eyes swollen, and cheeks covered with dry and wet tears.

“Are you ready to see her hyung?” Taehyung asks. Namjoon nods, wiping his face with his hand. Taehyung stands up first, helping Namjoon up next as his whole body was still weak.

“She’s okay hyung, Moonji is okay and you’ll be able to finally hold her.” Taehyung says, putting up a smile for his older brother.

The nurse handed Namjoon a small baby. She was swaddled in a blue and pink striped, white blanket. She had a little hat on and her cheeks were round and pink. Right when Namjoon laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t help but smile. But his face quickly contorted once again, but this time he cried with tears of joy. Taehyung quickly snapped a picture of the new father and his daughter, he sends the picture to their group chat.

“Hi sweetheart,” Namjoon cooes. “I’m your daddy,” he says in a raspy voice. “Me and your mommy were so excited for you to come out. It seemed like you were a little too excited too that you came out earlier.” Taehyung laughs slightly, walking away and out of the room to give the two some needed alone time. “I’m sorry your mommy couldn’t be here. I’m sure you’d much rather be in her arms than mines right now. But it’s just going to be the two of us for now. Although you have a lot of aunts and uncles that will help take care of you. You have a lot of cousins that already love you too. I’m sure they’re excited to meet you.” Namjoon leans in to kiss her little head and she squirms a bit at her father’s touch.

“I don’t really know how to do this. Your mommy and I planned to do this whole thing together. I know it’s not her fault that I’m doing this alone now,” Namjoon couldn’t help it, but he starts to cry again. “I didn’t expect her to be gone so soon. Especially now that our family life had just started now that you’re here. She loves you though. I know that for sure. She loved you the very first time she found out she was pregnant with you. She would’ve never left you if she had the choice. But that’s none of our fault. We don’t have control of what happens in this world, but we do have control of how we deal with all the negative things that happen in our lives. I’m heartbroken to think that your mom isn’t going to be with us anymore. But we’re not alone in this. We have each other, right? You’ll always have me and I promise you that. I love you Moonji. Things are going to be okay.”

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Freeze | optional bias | Song-fic

Title: Freeze Pairing: Optional x reader Tags: Angst, Fluff, Song-fic Author’s note: This one-shot song-fic is based on the song Freeze by Jordin Sparks.

Hold the pose, a perfect picture Just so I remember how you're looking tonight With one quick glance in the mirror, you check your appearance for one last time. In just a moment he would arrive to pick you up for the night you’ve been anticipating for weeks, and everything had to be perfect.

ding dong

The sound of the door bell starteled you slightly, sending your heart racing in excitement. Hurried footsteps moved from one room to the other, followed by the sound of the door opening.

“Good afternoon, I am here to pick up Y/N,“ His voice, smooth as honey and warm like fire managed to reach your ears even through the closed doors.

Hurried steps approached your door and a moment later, it swung open revealing the face of your roommate, beaming with a sense of excitement as if she was living vicariously through you. “Yah, how did you get a date with such a hot guy?!”

“I guess I was just born lucky,” You couldn’t help but smile, running your hands over your dress once more. It wasn’t just luck, it was just a crazy twist of fate. The two of you had been friends since childhood, your parents were close friends so naturally the two of you always spent time together. When he decided to pursue his dream of becoming an idol, you cheered him on as his closest friend. You never imagined that one day you could possibly become more.

With a deep inhale, you finally dared to step out of your bedroom to meet your date.

The moment you appear in his line of sight, a dumbfounded smile creeps on his face, eyes locked with yours. “Wow...” Under the intensity of his gaze, you can’t help but feel somewhat self-aware as your cheeks flush with a hue of shyness. “You look beautiful,” He continues, managing to snap out of his trance and taking a step towards you.

“Awww,“ The combined voices of your two roommates breaks the connection you shared between your gazes as you can’t help but glare back at them.

“Shall we?“ You turn to meet his gaze with a kind hearted smile, but before the two of you can reach the door, footsteps follow you.

“Wait! Wait!“ As the two turn around to look at your roommates again, your vision is blinded by the flash of a camera. As it slowly fades away and clears your sight once more, she nods her head apologetically. “Sorry-- Let me take a picture of you two.“ “Why?“ You frown, feeling embarassed by the way your roommate is acting. Sure, you could appreciate their support but it was just a first date and there was no reason for them to act like overbearing and most importantly embarassing parents.

“Yah, just stand together and smile,“ She huffs back at you, her phone at the ready to take another picture. “You’ll thank me on your wedding day.“

“Park Minah!“ You hiss out of reflex, your cheeks burning brighter than a fever. But the soft sound of his chuckle reaches your ear and you turn to look at his somewhat amused face.

“Let’s just play along,” He smiled, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he turned both of you towards the camera.

click click click

“Ah, such a handsome couple,“ she pouts as she continues to take pictures. “No wonder he’s an idol with those looks.”

“Ok, that’s enough, we’ll be late!“ You huff as you step back towards the door and hurriedly open it. “I’ll be home later, don’t wait up!“ You gently tug his arm to follow you in your escape from your roommates.

“Your friends seem... interesting...“

Biting your lip, you can’t help but bow in apology. “I’m sorry, they can be too much sometimes. I’ll make sure she’ll deletes those pictures later.”

“Delete them?“ He sounded surprised, placing his hands on your shoulders to straighten you up again. “Why? I’d like to save them, actually.“

“But what if they leak out... What would your fans think?“

He pondered your question for a moment before answering with a genuine smile, “They’ll think how happy I looked on this first date of many, hopefully.“

It was so simple, slightly teasing, and yet managed to send your heart racing once again. You had known each other for a while but never realized how much you liked each other until recently when he picked up the courage to ask you out. And you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

“Let’s go?“ Instead of waiting for your answer, he offered you his arm and without any consideration, you accepted it.

Let it go, now the days gone Standing in the dark, although we've turned on the lights

Your eyes had widened as you let his words sink in, an unexpected announcement that seemed to fall out of the sky on your anniverary celebration. “Y-you couldn’t tell me sooner?”

He shrugged innocently, “Our company didn’t tell us until this morning, it was a last minute decision...”

With your heart sinking, you pace back and forth in an attempt to collect your thoughts. “How long?”

“How long?“

“How long will you be away for?“

Again, he shrugged. “They’re still working on finishing the schedule, there might be more tour dates added... They want to take world tour literally.”

You stare at him for a moment, mouth slightly agape as you could feel a whirpool of words building up in your chest. But, you dare not speak. You have no right to be upset, not at him, not at the situation. It was a shock but you also realized that it was a huge accomplishment for him. A world tour. The first world tour. He worked so hard, how could you get upset at something so good. Glancing away, you bite down on your lip to hold down the urge to cry.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... This is our big break...“ He tries to reason with you, his voice somehow saddened. “If I knew beforehand we could have pre--“

“I get it... Oppa...“ You manage to speak, your voice barely louder than a whisper. The excitement with which he broke the news completely disappeared from his voice.

“And if I could take you with me--“

“Go...“

His brows rise up in surprise, “What?”

“Go.“

He takes a careful step towards you, his brows now knitted into a frown. “Y/N...”

“Just go already!“ You yell at him, your tears finally breaking through. “If you have to go, go! Leave me alone!“

Your tearfilled eyes meet his gaze, stalling for a moment as his expression shifts. A soft, disappointed sigh escaping his lips. “I thought you’d be supportive...” without waiting for your answer, he turns around and disappears from your view.

The moment you hear the door slam shut, your legs give out as you slump fown to the floor. Hugging your knees to your chest, you allow the tears to run.

Tonight we will deny, that time is passing by It's leaving you and I to... Freeze a moment, its never been better Seated on your bed, you are surrounded by pictures. Memories of good times you spent together. The picture in your apartment, taken on the night of your first date. Pictures of your picnic by the Han River. Pictures of you on your birthday. Pictures of your eldest sister’s wedding day where you nervously had asked him to come as your date.

Freeze all over, we won't last forever

You said that you're sorry for pushing me But then smiled when I opened my eyes

Behind closed eyes you could still imagine the day he disappeared out of your life.

None of your friends and family knew what had taken place the day the tour had been announced. They merely assumed that due to his busy schedule, the two of you didn’t get to spent time together. Oh how you wished that was the reason.

They were going to depart from the company together, heading for the airport. Due to the excitement, their family had been invited to wish them luck before leaving and thus here you were. Standing eye to eye, your heart breaking as it remembered the last words he said to you two weeks ago.

“Good luck,“ You breathed, extending your hand for a handshake.

His gaze dropped from your face to your hand before traveling back up to meet your gaze once more. Reaching out, he took hold of your hand and pulled you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your smaller torso.

“O-oppa...“ Again, tears were stinging your eyes.

“I promise I will call you and text you every day,“ He whispered against your hair, his voice low and husky as he tried to mask his feelings. “And buy you lots of souvenirs!“

“You know it will be very hard to keep that promise...“ You sighed softly, he was going to be so busy with rehearsals and the concerts while trying to balance eating and sleeping. How could he possibly fit you in?

“No,“ He said with determination. “I swear on my life, on my family’s life, on my career, on my perfect abs--“

I'm gonna freeze a moment, while we're together

Stepping back to look at him, you noticed his goofy smile that managed to melt your heart a thousand times.

“Let’s take a picture together! In commemoration!“ One of his members called, gesturing their manager to get the camera ready while they ushered their friends and family together.

click Keep the peace, bygones be gone Coming up the rain under the life that we've made It was too good to be true, the fact that your heart believed his promise while your head knew better than to be gullible. He wasn’t able to keep his promise and you weren’t sure whether to be angry about the fact that he broke his promise or that you were foolish enough to expect him to.

It had been two weeks since his last call and days since his last message. You knew he was busy, you had known from the start. You had kept tabs on his schedules from the fansites, you knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. But he had promised. And you believed him.

Under here, we're not so soft Forgiving the feeling that we put on parade From the corner of your eye you noticed your phone lighting up. An incoming call. Was it him?

‘Don’t pick up, Y/N.’ You kept telling yourself to ignore the call. You knew it was petty but your heart was hurt and you didn’t want to hear his voice. Not right now.

After a minute, the ringing stopped and you curiously look at the caller ID. As you had expected it was him. Part of you felt guilty for being so petty and contemplated calling him back. Before you could even make up your mind, his name flashed across the screen again.

Taking a deep breath, you finally decide to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Y/N?“ His voice sounded tired.

“Ah, oppa...“ You mutter softly. “Hello.“

He chuckled softly. Oh, how you missed the sound of his laughter. “Ah, it’s so nice to finally hear your voice again!“

“Is it?“

There was a brief silence, although he seemed to excited to talk to you, the bitterness in the few words you spoke to him had not gone unnoticed.

“Are you angry?“

“I’m not.“

His sigh was deep and loud, “...I’m sorry, I should have called more but things got so crazy and I was so tired--“

“I understand.“

“Would it make you feel better if I said we’ll be back in two weeks?“

With pursed lips, you let his question sink in for a moment. Was their tour already over? Or did he just say that to keep her content for the moment.

“Why?“

“Why are you coming back in two weeks?“

You could tell it wasn’t the response he had hoped for. He probably expected you to cry and cheer, but instead he was questioned.

“We’re invited for a music festival in Busan so instead of a week off in Europe, we’re flying back for a while...“

And your heart leapt again. Just a moment ago you were wallowing in your own pity, selfishly sulking that in between his packed schedule, he hadn’t made you a priority.

“Can we meet then?“

“Of course!“ His voice perked up before getting distracted by some background muttering. “Ah-- I have to go now but I will see you real soon, okay?“

“Alright, oppa!”

Tonight we will deny, that time is passing by It's leaving you and I to... The moment you laid eyes on him, your heart fluttered like the first time you realized you had feelings for him. A sense of longing rushed over you as you made your way over to him. “Oppa!”

“Y/N!“ He smiled in greeting, catching you in his embrace. His voice sounded tired and his face looked worn but it was a sight for sore eyes nonetheless.

“I missed you.” Instead of replying, he merely nodded in return. A pout curled your lips as you glanced up at him. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Huh? Oh, of course I am,“ He shook his head, taking a deep breath. “Just tired, I suppose. Listen, I have to go meet up with the others but I’ll see you at the concert tonight, right?“

Without waiting for your reply, he gently pats your head before walking away.

Freeze A moment, its never been better Freeze All over, we won't last forever

The headlines would never lie, especially not when reported by such a reputable source. There had been rumors for weeks, but you always turned away and ignored what they were saying. But everything somehow made sense now.

You weren’t pretty, maybe he told you but he was just being kind. You couldn’t light a candle to her. You didn’t understand his life, not really. You were just a commoner, not an idol like her.

How could the world have known before you did?

You said that you're sorry for pushing me But then smiled when I opened my eyes

“You are really too much,“ He yelled bitterly, throwing his hands up in frustration. You had marched into his dressing room with the backstage pass he had his manager give you earlier that day. The moment you saw him, you had started questioning him.

“Me?!“ You returned the favor with an equally bitter tone. “You’re the one fooling me, what did you expect?!“

"Fooling you? Fooling you how?” His gaze narrowed as he let your accusations sink in.

You pulled out your phone and showed him the search results, scrolling down the headlines, some of which had been accompanied by pictures. “Then what do you call this?!” You threw at him.

All the headlines reported on the dating news. But the articles weren’t talking about you, the picture didn’t show you. They told the story about a hallyu star and a succesful idol turned actress who had been spotted on numerous dates over the course of weeks, not just in Korea but also overseas the most recent one pictured below some of the headlines.

“Those are just rumors!“ He huffed though you noticed how hard it was for him to look you in the eyes, “We met up with mutual friends once, that’s all.“

“Then how come there are so many pictures of just the two of you?!“

“I don’t know, but it’s just a misunderstanding...“

“Yeah, right!”

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, the intensity seemed to startle him even. “I know I haven’t been keeping my promise but you know I’ve only thought of you all this time... I love you Y/N!”

Tears were burning in your eyes, hearing him say he loved you only making things worse. You knew him well enough to recognize when he was lying and it angered you even more that he dared to utter those words while doing so.

“How can you say that so casually when you can’t even tell me the truth?“

His eyes finally met yours at the sound of your voice breaking, hesitating for a moment before releasing another sigh. “When we were in Japan... We did meet up with some mutual friends, we were trainees at the same time so we reminisced...”

“And?”

“And we had a nice time... We talked a lot and decided to meet up again while we were both around... We caught up in the moment so at one point we ki---“

Your hand flung up, he didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know where it was going and the tingling feeling of your hand crossing his cheek only fueled your already aching heart.

“... I wish the two of you the best...” You offered him a bitter, courteous smile before turning on your heel and marching off.

I'm gonna Freeze A moment, while we're together Don't stop, gotta know what you got There's no second chances in life He stared at the female before him, his brows knitted in a frown as all color had escaped his face. “You must be kidding...”

The beautiful woman shook her head, her black locks swaying in the movement. “It was fun for a while but you’re too embarrassing... I have a reputation to protect and you are just too much.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!“

“Don’t take it personally, oppa. I really enjoyed our time together and we received much praise as a couple but... I need someone to raise me up, not drag me down.“

“S-so...“ His jaw clenched as he spoke bitterly. “You just used me for the publicity?“

She pursed her lips, “Don’t see it like that, we both benefitted from this. Now it’s time to move on, nothing personal.“ He stared blankly ahead as the woman gave him a quick peck on the cheek for the last time before exiting his apartment, leaving him all alone.

Don't break, gotta give what you take With you Freeze A moment, its never been better Ten missed calles and about twenty unread messages. Normally it would drive you crazy having so many notifications on your phone but you knew who the sender was and you had no interest in hearing his voice or reading his words.

After your last encounter two months ago, you made sure to avoid any and all mention of your name. You turned off the radio whenever their songs were played and stopped watching whenever they guested on a tv show.

You were so far lost in your own sorrow that you barely noticed the doorbell ring. There was a brief silence before your roommate’s voice called from the other side of your door. “Y/N-ah... There’s someone here to see you.”

You lifted your head from your knees as you had your legs pulled to your chest, “I’m sick. Leave me alone.”

Silence. Your roommates knew better than to press on the subject. They had seen you come home crying and tried to comfort you but you had shut them out. You needed to be alone.

Relaxing your legs, you turned to lie down on your side with your back facing the door. A few moment later you could hear the door open and with a loud, frustrated sigh you sat up.

“I told you to leave me--“ You scolded but your voice was stuck in your throat as your eyes met his. His eyes were equally red and puffy as yours were and the very sight of him broke your heart a million times again.

“Y/N...“

“What are you doing here?“

“You didn’t answer any of my calls or texts, I got worried--“

You scoffed, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself to your feet. “Why would I? There is nothing left to say to you.”

“I-I know i hurt you... I treated you badly and I wasn’t honest with you...“ His voice broke, his apology and his confession pouring straight from his heart. He had come to realize he threw away something amazing - a bond that was more than just love, it was friendship and comraderie, for someone who caught him at a vulnerable moment and made use of it. “I’m so, so sorry. I never should have let you go... I promised we would always stick together and I broke it. I’m so sorry.“

Freeze All over, we won't last forever

You remembered, when you were younger. When you were growing up side by side. Someone had told you a bed time story about a prince and a princess who had been bound by fate but lost each other when the princess was swept away by a dragon that no one in the land dared to challenge. No one except for the prince, he saved the princess and they promised to stay by each other’s side for forever.

It was a story you had fallen in love with, something you often played out and each time he would promise you he would be by your side. Even when he became a trainee, he continued to vow this earnestly. Even when he debuted. And up until recently, he had kept his promise. And here he was again, vowing to keep the promise once more.

But things were different now.

"We know very well that this is a promise neither of us can keep... Not like this...”

“But…”

You offered him a sad smile, tears rolling down your cheek as you met his pleading gaze. “The two of us, we live in different worlds and are chasing different dreams... And those dreams don’t work together... So, I will always be your fan and proudly support you instead.”

He reached forward and pulled you close against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He didn’t want to let you go but he understood what you were saying. Maybe one day, your dreams could overlap and become one. But for now, it was better to remember the moments of happiness in the past while walking towards a future. Separately.

“One day... You will be my dream, Y/N.“ He whispered against your hair. “This, I promise.“

Freeze A moment, its never been better I Freeze All over, we won't last forever You looked at me with the truth in your eyes And you said it's ok, you can go I'm gonna Freeze This moment, while we're together Freeze A moment

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jellxnew · 3 years

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Y’ALL BETTER RECOGNIZE: IT IS SHINEE’S DEBUT ANNIVERSARY TODAY 😤

so in honor of them, i’ll be listing my favorite songs from each album/era

The SHINee World (+ Amigo)

love like oxygen

y si fuera ella (a jonghyun solo)

replay

a.mi.go

Romeo

juliette

Lucifer

up & down

a-yo

ready or not

2009, Year of Us

ring ding dong

jojo

Sherlock

sherlock

note

honesty

Everybody

symptoms

queen of new york

one minute back

close the door

colorful

The Misconceptions of Us

spoiler

dream girl

punch drunk love

girls, girls, girls

runaway

orgel

like a fire

excuse me miss

sleepless night

Odd (+ Married to The Music)

odd eye

view

romance

black hole

chocolate

married to the music

1 of 1

prism

1 of 1

don’t let me go

shift

The Story of Light

good evening

lock you down

our page

Don’t Call Me

marry you

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omfg stupid ass tumblr and their 10-pic-limit >:(

uhhh yeah i’m not gonna lie, i wasn’t *here* for some of the eras, as in i haven’t listened much of some of the albums (don’t call me, i need to listen to again) but for a few others, it took a lot of will power to not list the entire tracklist LMAO

do with this what you will, feel free to listen to the songs (especially the ones in bold hehe), if you have any more shinee recs, i’d love to hear them !!

happy anniversary, shinee 💙💚

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 4 years

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Chapter 14

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I’m sorry if this is like weirdly written lol but I still hope y’all like it!

“I have to look cute! Christopher will be there and I want him to notice me..” Victoria said as she slipped on one of her favorite tops. “What makes you think he didn’t notice you the other day?” I asked, putting my hair up on a ponytail. “Did you see him? A guy like him must date models or something…” She frowned and stopped, looking at herself in the mirror. “I know I’m not ugly, but he must see so many other pretty girls all the time. I have to look good..”

I turned to look at her and stood up. “This is not the Victoria I know. Bitch have you seen, and I mean really, seen yourself in the mirror?” I placed my hands on her shoulders. “You are gorgeous!” She gave me a smile and gave me a quick hug.

“Besides, I saw the way he would look at you. He’s hooked, babe. Chris is – ”

“Has anyone seen my boots?” Andrea came in looking all around the room. “They’re by the door downstairs.” I said as she jogged back out, Victoria sighing and cleared her throat. “Okay, enough about me and my love life.. how are you feeling?”

“Excited and nervous at the same time. I’m just hoping his friends like me.” I applied some lip gloss and fixed my blouse. “Sis, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine. If his friends are anything like Chris and Richard, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. They're gonna love you, I know it.”

Chime

I looked down at my phone and saw that Joel had sent me a message.

‘Hola mi amor! I’m letting you know I’m close by your place and I’ll be there in a few minutes’

‘Okay! Thanks for giving me a heads up :) just let me know when you’re out in front’

“He’s gonna be here in a few minutes, you guys! Y’all ready?” I asked as I slipped on my shoes. “Almost!” Andrea spoke as Victoria nodded. “Just about done.” I’m so glad I got my best friends coming with me. I know Victoria will probably be with Chris for the majority of the time being there and leave me alone, Joel will be with his group of friends and I just needed at least one person who I know to be with me so I don’t feel too out of place. Just having a friend there, I think, will calm down my nerves.

I shouldn’t be too worried though. Joel talks very highly of his group and like Victoria said, if they’re anything like Richard and Chris, everything will be peaches and cream. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.

I don’t want to toot my own horn or anything… but I look pretty damn good.

Ding Dong

I heard my doorbell ring and Andrea saying that she’ll answer it. I quickly put some perfume on and walked downstairs. “I’m Andrea. I’m happy to be able to finally introduce myself to you.” I heard her laugh. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I walked downstairs and saw Joel standing at the doorway. “Hey.” I smiled as he turned to look at me. “Oh wow..” He smiled and walked a little closer. “Hey beautiful.” After some introductions between him and two of my best friends, we all walked to his car. I heard Andrea softly whistle as she got inside. “Nice ride.”

“Thank you.” I heard him chuckle. I looked inside and saw someone already in. “Oh! You guys, this is my friend Johann. He’s coming along so I decided to give him a ride.” He waved as we all greeted each other. “You must be (Y/N)..” He stated as I nodded. “I am.”

“Joel has talked a great deal about you.” He chuckled as we all put our seatbelts on. I saw Joel look at him through the rearview mirror as he continued talking. “You must be really special.” I blushed at the thought of Joel talking about me to his friends. I wonder what he’s said about me to them. We drove until we came upon a house as he parked the car.

“We’re at Christopher’s place.” Victoria’s head snapped up at the sound of his name and looked out the window. We all got out, locked the doors and started walking towards his house. “Yoandri said that he’ll be here later on. He just has something to do first.” I heard Johann speak as we reached his front door and rang the doorbell. Yoandri? Is that another friend of his?

The door opened and Chris was the one to greet us. “Hey!” He laughed and gave Joel a hug as we were welcomed into his home. “Uh this is (Y/N)..” He mentioned over to me as I gave him a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, (Y/N).” He chuckled. “I’m Andrea and this is – ”

“I was hoping I’d see you again.” He spoke as he looked at Victoria and smiled. “I told you I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She chuckled as he closed the door behind us. “Bienvenidos a mi casa! Richard is in the back grilling already while the rest of us are just getting some things to bring out.” We followed him around as he told and showed us where to go. “I’m gonna bring out the drinks real quick.”

“Need some help?” Victoria asked as he smiled. “I would love that.” She followed after him as the rest of us just looked around his place. Wow, is all I have to say. “C’mon, I wanna introduce you to the rest of my band.” Joel took my hand in his as Andrea and I followed him. We walked outside and saw a few more people there.

Music played in the background while some people were dancing already, while others sat on the chairs talking. “Oye! Zabdiel!” A tall man turned around from the dance floor and smiled once he saw Joel. “I want you to meet someone..” He turned and mentioned over to me, intertwining our fingers together. “This is (Y/N) and her friend Andrea.”

“Hola! Nice to meet you, I’m Zabdiel.” His strong accent is very adorable. “Hola.” I smiled as I noticed his dimples poking out from his cheeks. “Quieres bailar?” He asked as I saw his body moving slightly from side to side, as if the music was flowing through him. “Oh, no I – ”

“I would..” Andrea but in and looked between us. “I – If that’s okay..” He smiled as took her hand in his, bring her closer to him. “Nena, I would love nothing more.” She laughed as he spun her around and started dancing to the Spanish music blasting on the speakers. What can I say? She never turns down a chance to dance with someone, especially if they’re tall and handsome.

“Zab!” Joel called as he looked over our way. “Donde esta Erick?”

“Inside helping Chris, I think. That’s what I heard last.” Joel looked at me and chuckled. “And back in we go.” He chuckled as I wrapped my arm around his, walking back inside the house. Chris and Victoria was actually sitting down on the kitchen chairs chatting.. a little too close to be just talking. “Chris.”

He turned around and smiled. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Where’s Erick?”

“En el baño.” He chuckled. “He’ll be out in a bit.” He turned and grabbed a case of drinks and looked at Joel. “Meanwhile, while you wait for him… can you take these out?” He gave him the biggest smile that was almost impossible to say “no” to.

“I thought you were – ”

“Por favor?” He asked as Joel rolled his eyes playfully and nodded. “Okay, okay.. huevón.” He mumbled and took the case as I went to grab the other. “Mi amor, you don’t have to.”

“Oh, yes I do. Believe me..” I picked up the other case and started walking. “I know how Victoria is when she likes a guy and wants to be left alone for a little bit to get to know him. Plus, I feel like I would be third wheeling if I just stood there next to them.” I laughed as we made our way back out.

After a little while of getting things set up, more people started pouring in. There wasn’t a lot of us, but it was still a good handful. “Joel!” I heard someone call out and saw someone walking our way. “Emilia.” He smiled and embraced her in a hug as she now stood in front of us. “Oh my God, is this – ”

“Yes.” He laughed and turned towards me. “(Y/N), this is Emilia. She’s a very good of mine.” I smiled and shook her hand. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you.” I guess Joel has talked a lot about me to his friends. “Hey, baby I’ll be right back. Richard is calling me over to help set the table.” I nodded as he smiled once more at me, before walking over to his friend.

“You know..” she started. “I actually saw you when you and Joel first met at Late Bar.”

“Really?” She nodded. “You guys seemed to be having a great time together. When you left, I asked if he had gotten your number and he said yes, but was too nervous and didn’t know if you would even pick up.” She held up her drink and took a sip. “Joel? Nervous? I can see that.” I chuckled. He was actually nervous to talk to me?

“I told him to take a chance and message you and I’m so happy that he listened to me. Usually in these sorts of things, he’s pretty timid and doesn’t open up as much in the beginning but seeing how he was with you that night… I don’t know. Something inside him clicked and he went for it. I’m also happy at the fact that you didn’t give him a fake number.”

I chuckled and nodded. “You and me both. I would’ve missed out on a lot.” I turned and saw him talking with Richard. I don’t know what they were saying, but I saw Joel’s shoulders slump a bit as he turned to look up at him, nodding. It looked serious.. maybe I’ll ask him about it later.

I turned my head and saw Chris and Victoria walk out of the house, a smile on both of their faces as they parted ways. I think it’s my turn to play cupid this time, Victoria. “You know… I think my friend there might need a little help with getting with Christopher.” She turned and saw both of them looking at each other from across the yard. “You wanna play matchmaker?”

“You just read my mind.” Where has this girl been all my life?

I told her to follow me as I walked towards Andrea. I didn’t realize how many people were actually at this cookout now, it’s starting to look like a party. We pushed by people until we finally came face to face with her. “Emilia, this is my friend Andrea.” They greeted each other as I thought about how we’re going to do this. “Hey, Andrea..” She turned towards me. “Yeah?”

“Wanna help us out with something?” I smiled as she looked between the both of us. “Well that depends, what are we doing?”

“I think it’s time that we get to play cupid with our very own bachelorette.” She looked over to Victoria and smiled. “Well ladies, what are we doing just standing here? What’s the plan?”

All three of us had decided on a short plan and we quickly got to work. Emilia went inside while Andrea grabbed two plates of food while I went to go and get the drinks. “We got the stuff!” Andrea spoke as we walked in. “Okay, good. I cleared the table and grabbed two candles I found lying around.”

Andrea set the food down, Emilia lit up the candles while I went to find a glass to put the drinks in. When we were finished, we stood back and admired our work. “Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.” Emilia reached for something on the counter and picked up a flower. “Where did you get that?”

“Outside. There’s no roots, dirt or anything on it. I cut it off, so we’re fine.” She laughed as she put it in a small vase, placing it on the center of the table. “There. Now it’s perfect.”

We walked outside and Emilia walked towards Christopher while I made my way towards Victoria. “Hey!” I smiled. “Hey, there you are.” She chuckled. “I was wondering where you slipped off to.”

“Yeah I haha I just needed a moment to collect myself.” She nodded and looked around. “It’s pretty lively here, isn’t it?” She asked. “It sure is… hey uh before I forget, Chris told me that he wanted to see you inside the kitchen real quick.”

“Me? Uh really?” I nodded. “Yeah! You should go.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.” She fixed up her hair and started walking inside the house as I slowly followed behind her. I could see through the window that she was making her ways towards the kitchen. A few moments later, Chris walked in. “Is she in already?” Andrea asked as I nodded. “Yep.”

“Do you think they’ll know it was us?”

“In the end, they probably will. They’ll thank us for it though.” I laughed as I turned to look at them and noticing that Joel was on our way over here. “Hey! Okay uh (Y/N), this is Erick. He’s the youngest in our band.” I looked up at him and oH MY GOD HIS EYES!

“I’m only two years younger.” He chuckled and placed one of his hands inside his pocket jeans. Yep, another thick accent. “You’re still the baby.” Joel laughed as Erick shook his head. “Anyways, hola (Y/N). Good to meet you.” He’s adorable! Okay, seriously? Why haven’t I known about them before? “It’s nice to meet you too, Erick!”

“What are you doing standing here anyways?” Joel chuckled. “Oh nothing you should worry yourself with.” I smiled and took his hand in my own. “Just having some time with the girls.” I turned to look at them as they smiled back. I think I made a new friend.

“Joel!” I laughed as he spun me around. He brought me close to his body as we continued swaying our hips along with others who’s joined in. I can’t really remember the last time I danced to bachata with someone I like. Enrique and I used to go out dancing every once in a blue moon, and the night would end by him getting drunk and passed out on the couch. Now, I’m having the time of my life and not worried about anything.

Life is amazing right now.

I love this. I love being able to be in his arms, to feel his skin against mine. Looking at my friends, I’m so glad I brought them along. Now, I feel like a little cupid who’s accidentally set up one of my friends with one of Joel’s. I know Victoria has a flirty personality, but I also know she wants to get serious with someone. Who knows? Maybe Chris is that person for her. Could she have also found her prince charming like I have found mine?

I’ve met so many of the people he surrounds himself with on a day – to – day basis and honestly? I don’t know why I was so nervous to meet them. They’re all so humble and down to earth… I’m glad he has a good bunch of people who are good for him. At the end of the song, I leaned up and placed a kiss upon those plump lips of his.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go and get a drink.” He nodded as I quickly pecked Joel’s lips and smiled at him. “Save me another dance?”

“I’ll be counting on it.” I turned and walked towards one of the coolers and opened it up, taking out one of the bottles inside. I held it in my hands for a moment as I looked around. Everyone was having such an amazing time. I just need a moment to myself, to catch my breath. I walked until I was in front of his house and sat down on one of his stairs.

I heard someone making their way towards me and they called out my name. I turned around and saw Johann walking my way. “Oh, hey.” I smiled. “Whatcha doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I just needed a moment to just.. breathe, I guess haha how about you?”

“I needed to make a phone call.” He smiled and sat down on one of the steps as well. “Alright.. um I’ll just head on back and let you make your call.” I start to make my way back before I heard him speak again.

“You know..” He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at his phone. “I’m gonna be honest, when Joel told me that he was seeing someone.. I wasn’t expecting you.” I tilted my head and crossed my arms over my chest, sitting back down. “I thought he finally got the balls to ask out Emilia.”

Emilia? A couple seconds of silence followed after he spoke. “Oh, you don’t know her?” I nodded. “Uh yeah I just met her today. She’s really cool and sweet.” He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, she’s amazing..”

“I… you know what, I think I’m just gonna head on back. Joel promised me another dance and I – ”

“Do you want to know something big?” He asked. “Something, I think, you should know about before you continue with Joel?”

“What are you getting at? I’m confused..” I dropped one of my hands and placed it on my knee. “Just let me finish…” He cleared his throat and continued. “There’s been a big secret floating around for a couple of months now..” He paused for a few moments. “A secret Joel hasn’t shared with you yet.”

“Well maybe he’s just not comfortable just yet.” I retorted. “I’m sure one day he might tell me, but for right now – ”

“Did you know that he’s lying to you?”

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fangirllifu · 3 years

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Sweet Like Pudding Ch. 22

Italics - thoughts

It's been roughly two months since the end of the training camp. Kanna and Kenma had kept in touch. They chatted and even video called at times, as she does her homework and Kenma plays his games. They'd talk about the troublesome people surrounding them, Kuroo and Koutarou, Kenma's teammates annoying him, and just whatever topic Kanna has on her mind on that specific day.

Much to the delight of Akaashi, who found out they kept contact, despite Kanna trying her best to hide it (she still doesn't know that he knows). It wasn't really that hard for him to figure it out though, what with how much she's recently been glued to her phone and all the smiles she tries oh so terribly to not make them notice. Koutarou maybe, but not him. But in the meantime, he'll keep this all to himself and he'll let the others find out on their own. It's more fun this way anyway. Plus, he gets more pictures for the scrapbook and to possibly bribe Kenma with in the future.

Currently Kanna and Akaashi were at Kanna's home/apartment doing their respective assignments. After a straight hour of continuous studying, they decided to take a break, which reminded Kanna of an upcoming special occasion.

"Hey Keiji, you know how its Kou's birthday next week right?" Kanna brought up the topic, earning a nod from the male.

"We should really do something, even if it's small. Or else he'll whine about it." She grimaces, to which Akaashi shows a sympathetic expression of agreement.

"Small party after school at the house?" Akaashi suggests.

"I'll talk to Aunty then. We should invite Kuroo right?" She nods and adds in question, sure that her cousin would be delighted to have his best friend there.

Akaashi nods. "You can ask Kenma if the both of them are free."

"Hm. I'll ask then." Kanna then got her phone out and proceeded to type a message to Kenma.

—Hey, Kenma

—Are you free to talk? Keiji and I were wondering about something

She had just pressed send, when she suddenly realized something. "Wait, how did you—"

Only to be cut off by the sound of her phone ringing, indicating an incoming call. She pressed accept, and put it on speaker phone so Akaashi could be included in the conversation as well.

—Call—

"Hello, Kenma?"

"Yes?"

"Ah! Keiji's here with me and we were just wondering if you and Kuroo would be free next week for Kou's birthday?"

"Hmm... That's on Thursday, right?"

"Yes"

"I'd have to ask Kuroo if we have practice on that day. Though I'm sure he'd want to attend, since it is Bokuto's birthday. But we might be late in case we do have practice."

"That's alright Kozume. I'm sure Bokuto-san would be glad with just the mere fact that the two of you are coming to attend." Akaashi interjects.

"I see. Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you so much. I'm sorry if we interrupted anything." Kanna replies in a grateful but apologetic tone.

"Its fine, you didn't. I'll just message you when I have Kuroo's answer."

"Okay! Thank you again! Bye~"

"Hn"

—Call End—

"That went well." Kanna smiles looking towards Akaashi, only to see him staring down at her phone with a contemplative expression.

"Ken-kun?" Akaashi asks, lifting his head up and looking at her highly amused with the unexpected discovery.

"W-h-a-t~" Kanna drawled, looking away from Akaashi in embarrassment.

"Dang it! I was hoping he wouldn't notice it. But of course, he did!" She thought, slightly troubled.

Akaashi merely shook his head in mirth at her denial. "So, plans?"

"Right! Hm~ It's his last birthday before he graduates, so we need to do something a little special. It doesn't have to be big, just, I don't know… memorable?" Kanna vaguely reasons.

"We could have the usual team celebration moved to the morning instead of morning practice. We would have to get the coach's permission, but I'm sure he could make an exception." Akaashi offers.

"That works. You'll inform the rest?" Kanna asks and Akaashi merely takes out his phone to inform the rest of the team the change of plans for the set date.

"Then we'll have a second party in the afternoon, but this time along with Kuroo and Kenma." Kanna confirms, earning a nod from Akaashi.

"…..What else can we add?" She says as she closes her eyes, deep in thought.

"There's that cake shop downtown that does crazy cakes on request, we could ask them to make one." Akaashi proposes, remembering the shop he walks by every day.

"That's… a wonderful idea Keiji! I'm sure he'd be over the moon! We could split the cost once we get all the details down." Kanna sits up and clasps her hands in delight at the proposition.

"We could go there tomorrow after classes, since we don't have practice." Akaashi suggests, to which Kanna nods in approval.

"Hmm…. Presents?" Kanna asks, wondering if she'll even be able to.

"I don't think we'd have enough money to buy him a separate present. I'm sure the cake would cost a lot, it would be customized after all." Akaashi reasons

Kanna shrugs in response. "Knowing him, he'll be happy with just the cake, so we probably don't even need to get him anything more."

Seeming to come to an agreement, they end the planning there. With that they returned to finishing their works in silence.

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The day is finally here. Kanna, along with the Fukurodani Team (minus Koutarou), woke up extra early to get the gym ready for the celebration. Kanna arrived on school grounds at about the same time as the rest of the guys, who were carrying a couple decorations, as well as a medium sized box of cake. They hurriedly shuffled towards the gym and quickly got started on things, as it was only a matter of time before the guest of honor arrived.

Meanwhile, Koutarou was having a very good morning. Why, you ask. That's because it's his special day.

"Happy~ Birthday~ to~ me~" He sings in his head. If you squint, you'll see the glowing flowery background surrounding him, as he skips down the street with the biggest and dorkiest smile on his face.

As he reached the school grounds, he began to wonder if his team had remembered the special occasion.

"It's my last year… wonder what I should do with the team?" Koutarou thought as he opened the doors of the gym, only to be greeted with a loud.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN!"

There the team, plus his cousin, were gathered as a group in the middle of the gym, wide smiles on their faces. A whiteboard covered in decorations was behind them with the words 'Happy Birthday to the Bestest Captain', in front of them was a table with a medium sized chocolate cake with a single lit candle on top, waiting to be blown.

"YOU GUYS~~!" Koutarou exclaimed as he ran up to join the group.

"Oy Oy! Don't get mushy now!" Konoha yelled alarmed at Koutarou as he got close enough to see the glazed eyes of his Captain.

"Come, blow the candle before it melts on the cake." Shirofuku herds, effectively gathering all of their attention.

They sang him a 'Happy Birthday' with Koutarou enthusiastically joining in. He childishly closed his eyes as he made a wish, smiling brightly as he blew the candle. After a round of clapping and another 'happy birthdays', the group happily cut the cake, excited to dig in on the sweet treat.

Koutarou looked on fondly at every single one of them, saving to memory every single smiling face. He really was glad to have been a part of this team. And he wouldn't trade them for the world. With a big bright smile on his face, he joins in on indulging himself with the chocolate cake in his hand.

—~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~—

That afternoon, Akaashi walked with Koutarou back to his house, making sure to keep the older male distracted to not question anything. Though it was proving to be an even easier task than he had anticipated, as Koutarou was much too engrossed in his good mood and was continuously blabbering about to notice anything amiss. Like his currently absent cousin.

Kanna had left early to pick up the cake and prepare for the second part of their surprise, Akaashi only hoped that he was able to stall enough time for her to finish. Nonetheless, Akaashi was thankful as they arrived at the Older Bokuto's household without a hitch.

They walked up to the house, with Koutarou opening the door and greeting in his usual highly enthusiastic way.

"We're home!"

With Akaashi quietly voicing an almost nonexistent, "Excuse me for the intrusion."

"Welcome Home! We're in the kitchen dear!" His mom answers back in the same volume.

They took their shoes off and made their way to the kitchen to be greeted by the two women of the family busy cooking, Koutarou and Kanna's moms.

"Kou-kun! There's the birthday boy! Or should I call you birthday Man~" Kanna's mom exclaims teasingly, causing a loud and jolly laugh to burst from the aforementioned male.

"Hello Keiji-kun, so nice of you to join us again." Koutarou's mom greets with a smile, earning her a respectful nod from the raven-head.

"Kanna-chan's not here?" Koutarou asked as he looked around not noticing any sign of his cousin.

"Oh, she went out to buy matches, saying we ran out. She should be back any minute now." Kanna's mom answers as she goes back to preparing and plating the food.

"Oh—" Koutarou began only to be cut off by the doorbell ringing.

*Ding Dong~*

Koutarou looked questioningly at his mom and aunt, and lastly Akaashi. He knew it wasn't Kanna as she wouldn't have any need to ring the bell, so he wondered if they were expecting anyone. The three only gestured for him to go on ahead and open the door. Shrugging as he complied, Koutarou made his way towards the door. He opened it to see Kuroo and Kenma in front of him, causing him to exclaim.

"Bro!"

And Kuroo answered in equal enthusiasm. "Bro!"

"Bro!"

This went on for a minute or two, before Kuroo decided to break it.

"Happy Birthday!" Kuroo says.

"Hahahaha! Thanks!" Koutarou chuckles in response, as he ushers Kuroo in so he can close the door behind him. "Come in! Come in!"

Only to freeze along with Kuroo once they turned around. There was Kenma, out of his shoes, looking at them, waiting.

Kuroo recovered first and broke the silence. "Kenma? When did you get there?"

"When you were having your idiotic moment." Kenma deadpanned. He'd sidestepped and chose to ignore the duo sharing a single brain cell, in favor of stepping inside and out of the cold night air.

Koutarou merely shrugged and ushered the two along. "Come, they're in the kitchen."

"Mom! Kuroo and Kenma are here!" He yelled as he skipped in front of the two.

"Hello! Excuse us for the intrusion." Kuroo greets as they came into view, Kenma bows in greeting to the group.

Kenma scans the room and notices Akaashi along with two older women, one who he knows to be the older Bokuto's mom. He glances to the other and thinks. "….she must be Kanna's mom."

"Hello boys! Thank you for coming." Koutarou's mom greets back to the two with a smile.

"Oh! Hello there, I don't believe we've met before?" Kanna's mom looks curiously between the two, making Kenma twitch.

"Aunty, this is my bestest bro Kuroo and this is his childhood friend Kenma. Guys this is my Aunt Kumiko, Kanna-chan's mom." Koutarou introduces, gesturing to each person as he named them.

"Kuroo Tetsurou, Nice to meet you Kumiko-san!" Kuroo respectfully bows.

"Kozume Kenma." Kenma softly says, bowing along with Kuroo.

"So this is him…" Kumiko thought with a warm smile.

"Not much of a talker, are you. Well that's alright, my dear Kanna's the same with people she just met. Nice to meet the both of you too! Thank you for looking out for my baby at the training camp." She nonchalantly waves her hand and fixes the two with a grateful smile.

"It was nothing, Kumiko-san! If anything we should be the ones who are thankful, as she helped us. Speaking of which, where is the little owl?" Kuroo respectfully answers, and wonders as he hasn't seen the younger Bokuto anywhere.

"She stepped out for a bit, she should be back—" Kumiko explains only to be cut off by a loud yell.

"I'm back!" Kanna exclaims, the door closing shut behind her.

"I got the—" She started, but cut herself as she came into view and saw the new additional people.

"Kenma!" She says with a wide smile.

As their eyes locked, the visible change in the male didn't escape those watching the two. He might've been facing away from the group, but they could clearly see how he was much more relaxed than when he first arrived.

"Kuroo-san! You guys made it!" She continues as she turns to the taller male.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world." Kuroo replies with a chuckle at the enthusiasm, and secretly at how Kenma reacted to Kanna's arrival.

"She still calls me with a '-san' though..." He inwardly sighs. "Guess she's not that comfortable with me yet."

"Did you find some, dear?" Her mom interrupts.

"I did!" She answers, brandishing the box of matches in her hand "Let's start?"

"Alright then, Kou-kun close your eyes." Koutarou's mom orders with a clap of her hands.

Koutarou follows, eagerly waiting. Kanna nudges Akaashi and gestures towards the other room for help with the cake. He walks over with her and lifts the cake, with Kanna's guidance, he carefully places it on the table along with the others. Kanna lifts off the covering, causing Kuroo to whistle and Kenma to widen his eyes.

Kuroo's whistle, of course, caused Koutarou to fuss. "What?! What?! I wanna see~!"

"Shh! We're almost done." Kanna remarks as she carefully places the candle on top and lights it. "Okay, done!"

Koutarou opens his eyes and glows—literally glows—in utter delight as he joyfully cheers in happiness. There, in front of him, was the coolest cake he has ever seen. It was an owl cake, but most of all, A Horned Owl cake in his likeness.

"THIS—IT'S— IT'S—WAAAA~!" Koutarou sobbed as he fussed over the cake. Everybody laughed at the birthday boy's antics.

"Alright enough of that, dry your tears Kou-kun and blow the candle or else the it'll melt on the cake." His mom playfully chides.

Koutarou reigns in his composure and closes his eyes to make a wish, before he opens them and blows on the candle. Afterwards, the two ladies ushers the group of teenagers for a picture, laughing at Koutarou's snot and tear stained face.

They all sat down to eat, saying thank you to the two lovely women who prepared everything. A little while after, they were joined by Koutarou's Father who had just gotten off of work. They laughed as Kumiko-san scolded her brother for being late to his own son's birthday party, but it was all in good fun. After the meal, the adults ushered the group into the living room as they cleaned up, refusing help along the way. The five of them sat around the living room as Kuroo presented him his gift.

"My Dude, My Man, My Bro…" Kuroo started, earning groans from three individuals at the side, which he pointedly ignored.

"Kenma and I pitched in to get you this extra special birthday present. And I know you'll love it, so here you go!" He finishes as he hands Koutarou the wrapped present.

Koutarou eagerly rips it open and he beams. Kuroo and Kenma had gifted him a pair of Kneepads. But not just any old pair of kneepads. It was a pair of Owl Kneepads. He laughed and glomped Kuroo, spluttering his many thanks with a big smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Akaashi's eyes twitched in slight irritation, already picturing the impending chaos he'll have to deal with at practice with the addition that's bound to double—if not triple—his Captain's already boundless enthusiasm. Kanna sweat dropped at Akaashi's expression, while Kenma merely looked on unbothered.

"Why, did you agree to that?" Akaashi sighed exasperated, looking at Kenma with a betrayed expression.

"It's what he wanted to get. Kuroo said he found it a while back but didn't have enough money to buy it. So when I proposed on pitching in for a birthday present for Bokuto, he jumped on the opportunity." Kenma shrugged, pointedly ignoring the light glare he was receiving from the taller male.

Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi didn't stay for long as it was getting late and they all had to take a couple of train rides back, not to mention they still had school early the next day. They all said their thanks to the Bokuto family, and excused themselves. Kumiko-san offered to drive them to the station on their way home, they wanted to refuse, but ultimately they couldn't decline Kanna's mom. So they all piled into Kumiko's car with Kanna on the passenger seat, and the trio at the back.

As Koutarou, his mom and dad, waved watching the car pull out of the drive way. Koutarou began to ponder, he really was blessed. The three years in Fukuroudani had been nothing but wonderful, but this had been the best year out of all for him. And that was because finally. Finally. He'd get to see Kanna, his precious baby cousin, genuinely smile and be happy again.

"Thank you all so much!"

Notes:

Happy Holidays Everyone! Also Happy Birthday Month for our very own Bokuto-Handler who-needs-more-appreciation-and-recognition-for-his-efforts, President Akaashi Keiji!

Here is the b-day special for Bokuto I have promised. I hope you all liked it! The next one (On New Year's) would be Kenma's, please do look forward to that as well.

Please Meet Kanna's mom, Bokuto Kumiko (OC). She's got the signature energetic personality of a Bokuto, and the brains Kanna inherited. She's has no partner and happily enjoying life (not a lot of people are capable of handling a Bokuto, especially a smart one). She's best friends with Akaashi, and regularly gets updates on her baby's recent development (who is clueless).

Once again, I got carried away while writing this chapter. This is by far the longest chapter I have done (so far). But I sure did enjoy myself while writing it, so...

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netlifxandcastielclosed · 5 years

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Fic where Cas and the reader go trick or treating together?

“I don’t think it’s a wise choice, Y/N,” Cas said deeply, imagining every dangerous possibility that can happen from ringing stranger’s doorbells.

“It’s a human tradition, Cas! The Celts thought the barrier between our world and the world of ghosts and spirits got really thin on this day. So they threw a big party to try and scare them away! And don’t worry about going door to door! We do that all the damn time when we are working a case.”

Cas furrowed his brows in confusion as you slipped on your costume. The one you had picked out for him had not moved an inch from his clenched fist. He was overly concerned about the fabric being too revealing.

“And where am I suppose to hide my angel blade in these?” Cas stuffed his thick thighs into fuzzy black tights that had none of the pockets he’d grown accustomed to in his trench coat.

“Here, give it to me. I’m bringing a big bag. More room for candy,” you said gleefully.

Now that the two of you were fully dressed, Cas picked up his plastic candy bucket that was shaped like a giant flower and the extra pillowcase you suggested packing, for which he did not know the purpose. He followed you through the bunker hallways and up to the front room. Sitting doing research and avoiding all possible reminders of the holiday was Sam. Across from him sat Dean eating his second dinner of the night. Dean’s smile stretched from ear to ear when he saw you both walk into the room.

“Sammy, you gotta get a load of this,” Dean nearly choked on his doughnut burger hybrid and almost fell out of his seat.

“You know how I feel about Halloween. I want no part of this,” Sam grumbled.

“No, really. Sammy. You don’t want to miss this.”

Sam reluctantly peeled his eyes away from his laptop and saw his two best friends standing side by side in giant fuzzy bee costumes. You, with that typical worry-free sparkle your eyes and Castiel looking more puzzled than ever before. It’s worth noting that this is the first smile Sam had cracked a smile on Halloween night in years.

“Well don’t the two of you look just…” Sam started to say.

“(Y/N) chose this costume for me. Do you think it will scare away the spirits,” asked Cas genuinely. “I do like the honeybees in the garden but I have noticed many humans are terrified of them. I’ve packed some salt and holy water in my bag in the instance this doesn’t work out”.

“As long and your bumble butts bring me back some candy, I don’t care how y’all dress,” said Dean trying to pretend like he wasn’t a little jealous of being able to go trick or treating. Truthfully, he was a little turned on seeing you and Cas in bee costumes. He thought to himself, you both could buzz on into his room later that night when Sammy was asleep.

—

Before walking up to the first door of the night, you explained to Cas what to say and how to hold out his bucket for candy. He only slightly heard what you said but didn’t bother to ask you to repeat yourself. He was more worried about the trick part of the night and he assumed he could deal with it once it came around.

DING DONG!

“Tricks nor Treats,” Castiel grumbled deeply, arms stuck straight out to the old woman who wondered why a fully grown man dressed as a bee was out trick or treating.

“It’s ‘Or’ not ‘Nor’, lovey. We’ll try it again at the next place,” you said sweetly. “Thank you for the candy, M’am. Happy Halloween. Stay safe.”

As you walked back down the path, Cas sprinkled some salt on the uneven cobblestone and murmured some Enochian under his breath.

Door number two. DING DONG!

“No tricks, just treats, please.”

You shot a look at Cas that would make any celestial being cower. His shoulders stiffened and then he shook off the chill that went down his spine. He thanked the couple at the door and shuffled back down the driveway. More salt sprinkled and on to the next house.

A few blocks later and a pillowcase filled to the brim with candy, Cas had a completely different look across his face. He was more eager to keep going after each house but your feet had other ideas. It had a been a few hours and you were more exhausted than when you fought that vamp last week.

“Last house, okay? I’m ready for bed and I’m sure Sam is tired of hearing Dean complaining about wanting candy.”

“Of course. We’ve managed to avoid all of these tricks so far. Now might be a good time to call it a night.”

Both of you walked up to the last house and when Cas went to knock, the door was ajar. It swung open after the first attempt at a knock. No lights were on in the hallway but a dim glow was coming from the kitchen.

“Hello,” Castiel cautiously ask. “Trick or treat?”

“Is anyone home? Your door was unlocked. Hello?” You took a step forward, one foot on the threshold of the door. A smelly wave of sulfur hit you and you found yourself abruptly being dragged into the house by an invisible source.

“(Y/N)! What’s going on? Where’d you go?” Cas began to panic slightly. He instinctively reached for his coat pocket in hopes of grabbing his angel blade, only to feel polyester fuzz on his hands. A second later he realized it was at the bottom of his candy filled pillowcase. He dumped the candy on the floor and flew into the kitchen. He found you stuck on the ceiling above the stove. An angry demon sat at the counter examining a plastic decorative skull.

“Ah, my favorite time of year, Halloween. Teenagers dressing up as monsters and playing games to summons us from the depths of Hell. It’s quite entertaining, really.”

“The trick,” Cas said pointedly.

“And just as my luck would have it, the one house that decided to summon me would be the one I find you and your human pet, Castiel.” The demon chuckled, stood up and continued to ransack through the kitchen.

“Who are you,” growled Castiel.

“You don’t remember me, angel? I thought we shared an intimate moment all that time ago. It’s not every day that an angel and a demon breathe the same air and live to tell the tale.”

Castiel looked up at you with a questioning look to make sure you were not hurt. Your mouth was sealed shut and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move an inch. But the look in your eyes gave Cas some peace, and no visible blood or injuries was a good sign.

“I remember you,” Cas recalled, “and I also remember what I said I’d do if I ever saw you again. I sent you back to Hell with Crowley and he said…”

“The King is dead, angel. There’s nothing to fear in Hell anymore. It’s all free rein and I don’t have to answer to anyone anymore. Not even you. So here I am. Even I deserve a little fun, don’t I?”

It had been a long while since you’d dealt with your average everyday demon. Most hunts were about saving the world these days but ever since Crowley died more stray demons were running amok. Castiel was tired. ‘Not today’, he thought to himself. He wasn’t going to let some low-level demon ruin this night for him.

The arrogant demon parted his lips to speak again but before he could get a sound out, Castiel’s hand was pressed to his forehead. Bright, blinding light and some dissipating black smoke filled the room and the next thing you remember is being carried out of the house in the arms of your angel.

—

Your eyes blinked open and the first thing that comes into focus is Dean with a pile of empty candy wrappers sprawled across the table. Sam was asleep in the chair next to you, hunched over with drool dripping down his chin from waiting for you to wake up.

“Welcome back, (Y/N),” smiled Castiel.

“Cas? Wha- What happened? Where’s the demon?”

“Don’t worry your fuzzy little ass about that, (Y/N),” said Dean mouth full of fun-sized Twix bars. “Cas saw you sticky stuck on that ceiling and stung the crap outta that demon.”

“Enough with the bee puns, Dean,” Sam murmured groggily, “He’s been at it all night since you guys got back.”

When you went to stretch out the pain in your muscles, you realized you were no longer in costume but in soft pajamas.

“How did I,” you ask concernedly.

“Cas,” smirked Dean, “I offered to help out but,” knowing very well Cas hung the bee costumes in Dean’s room for later, “he said it would bee inappropriate. It’s too bad. I would have loved to get a peek at your boo-bees. I’ll be the bird and you two can bee the bees!”

“Dean,” Sam shouted disgustedly.

“I’ve pollen for the both of you so buzz on in and bee mine,” winked Dean.

“We’ll never hear the end of this, will we, Cas,” you sighed.

“I’m afraid not, Honey,” Castiel said without hesitation.

Dean stood up, smiled that never-ending shit-eating grin until Sam ran to his room, locked the door and put in earplugs.

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NOTE: Ha! I’m not going to pretend like it didn’t take me days to write this. I legit wrote maybe a paragraph a day because I procrastinate more than anyone I know haha ALSO I didn’t intend for it to be this long but it’s cute so yeah. Halloween is my jam, yo! also tagging @imamotherfuckingstar-lord because I mentioned I was writing :PP.S. I didn’t proofread this so if there are errors OH FUCKING WELL

Happy Halloween, Bitches!

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dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer · 5 years

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(Ah! This might not be a friendly prompt just to let you know,,) How would the cast react to someone in the killing game with a seemingly innocent talent with a quiet and shy personality, only to be find out they're actually really evil, like being manipulative, violent, and the worst part is, they're the only one who knows they're *spoilers!!* in a virtual world and Mikado plans but decide not to tell. *They're not in void! Just to let you know* How would the sdra2 cast deal with them?

I’m really sorry this took so long, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what to write for this scenario, but I finally came up with something after all this time with the help from this amazing skittle! (get it cause skittles are multiple colors! I’m sorrry for that terrible joke and for how this turned out, this really wasn’t my best work. Though, I still hope you enjoy, the next ones I finish up should be soon.) But with the help of @imaginefanganronpas I finally manage to finish this! So, thank you!

- Ding dong

I know you can hear me

Open up the door I only wanna play a little~

- A bright smile was plastered on your face as you spoke with your fellow students, laughing and joking along with them. Friends were the impression they were under.

- Wouldn’t betray each other, live a peaceful life, the same old lines repeated like a broken record. S/O couldn’t count the various times they’ve heard that phrase to the point where they started to tune it out, but the smile remained never the less.

-Everything was blissful, S/O made friends and they spend time together until the idea of the party was proposed. If your actual self was being displayed, there wouldn’t be a chance that you would be offered to do something like this, but since it wasn't known, what could go wrong?

-The party was rather boring, in your opinion as you stir the beverage with a straw looking around. Your behavior perked up when Setsuka had approached, “Huh? What’s the matter Suka-chan?” You asked, forcing a fake smile onto your face as she slung her arm around you and laughed slightly. “Why aren’t cha havin funnn? This is a once in a life time chanceeee..!” There was a small hiccup could be heard from her while you shook your head. “I am, I’m just a little tired.”

- Setsuka nodded before she stumbled off, S/O scoffed, as they soon stood up seeing as the party was slowly starting to come to a close. “Don’t worry, I’ll help take some of them back to their rooms!” You chirped over to the worried Yokuro as you made your way towards Nikei and Iroha, and started to bring them off to their rooms.

-With a small chuckle, you spoke with the intoxicated teens as you brought them back to their rooms. “Smank you..s/o!” Nikei hiccuped as he made his way into his room most likely collapsing instantly. Iroha was just laughing uncontrollably and so you had to tuck her in before leaving. Humming softly, you been to whisper a song underneath your breath as she made her way to her room.

-Ding dong

You can't keep me waiting

It's already too late for you to try and run away

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Thought I'd like to see it closer..

-The sound of the birds chirping is what caused S/O to wake up, stretching their arms over their head they got up and got dressed. Before starting to make their way towards the room after changing into their daily attire. The Ultimate plushmaker it was clear that S/o’s attire would reflect that with a pep in their step they soon excited the monocruise wanting something to do. This game was sure starting off slow, that’s for sure.

- I What brought them out of their thoughts was the sound of the bell ringing so they started running towards the curious of what happened. Perhaps a murder? A surprise visitor? Who knows, but then they arrived one of their guesses was crossed off of the list. That being a murder and the victim was nonother then the Ultimate Astronaut Yuri Kagarin. S/O had a frown on their face, contrary to the horrified expressions of their classmates. “Shame, I didn’t get to see it happen..” You muttered harshly underneath you breathe before shaking your head. “Poor Yuri, he was our friend!” You exclaimed, much louder as you put your hands over your eyes and shook your head being slightly dramatic, yes, but it certainly got the point across.

- Ding dong

Here I come to find you, hurry up and run

Let's play little game and have fun

- Towards the end of the trial, S/o was slightly surprised to find out that it was Hajime that committed the murder. But the other side of her, behind the facade, was simply jumping in joy from this. What would be the punishment? The execution? So many thoughts raced, that she had zoned out during most of the end trial, but they soon snapped out of it at the mention of ‘void’ and ‘masterminds’.

- Before S/o could ask, Hajime was pulled off into his execution with S/o smiling cheerfully when the boxer was pulled away before it faded almost instantly as to not look suspicious.

- When it was over, S/O let out a soft giggle as well as a smirk with a small glint in their eyes as they left the trial room.

- Oh how they couldn’t wait for another murder to take place, things seemed to be getting interesting afterall..

- Ding dong

Where's it you've gone to?

Do you think you've won?

Our game of hide and seek he's just begun

I hear your footsteps

Thumbing loudly through the hallways

I can hear your sharp breaths

You're not very good at hiding

Just wait you can't hide from me

- The next victim, Kokoro Mitsume, it should have been expected, she was to smart for her own good. Shame, as the saying goes, you win some and you lose some. In this case, S/o had won, rather than loss winning by seeing another murder take place as they predicted. Shaking their head, they turned and left the scene. A small smirk rising onto their face, as they rose a hand to cover it. Hiding it was the most crucial part, not that they were the murderer. They needed to keep their facade.

- At least, until they were cornered by a certain wizard. “S/O, you’ve been acting strange, ever since the first as if, you’re hiding something from the others.” There was a small smirk on the side of Mikado’s mask as he watched for their response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikado. I’ve just been my normal self!”

-Mikado certainly didn’t believe that lie as he crossed his arms. His mask had a small pout, before it changed into a mischief smirk. “I find that hard that the innocent S/o would be hiding their true intentions away behind a mask. I wonder..how they would feel if they found out their light hearted S/o was really a blood thirsty monster.” Mikado let out a small laugh, while S/o let out a small growl in response. “I wonder how they would feel if they found out they’re inside a simulation.”

-This caused Mikado to stop his laugh, with a demented look, and a flame suddenly appearing in his hand. “What’s stopping me from killing you..” S/o didn’t back down, they weren’t afraid. “The fact that if you did, and the others found out and you’re excuted, then your plan will fail.”

- S/o saw Mikado’s hesitance and took at as a chance to escape, which they did. Singing the words, “Just wait you can't hide from me. I'm coming.“ A sicking giggle followed as they disappeared down the hallway.

- Knock knock

I am at your door now

I am coming in

No need for me to ask permission

- Emma Magorobi, who would have though she would have killed her dear friend. As she claimed, what a shame indeed it was for her to do such a horrendous crime, it costed her life. If only she was more sneaky, shaking their head. S/O waved once again as the culprit was taken away, the glint returning once again. But it didn’t go unnoticed this time, there were a few concerned looks thrown their way. “I’m only wishing her a safe travel to a better place, perhaps she may see Kokoro again.” You chimed, with a small shrug of the shoulders.

- Some believed, while others remained skeptical of the situation. But it’s not like you had any harmful intentions, you were one of the kindest people they knew, so why would they assume such a thing about you?

- How naive they were..it’s a shame, really.

-Knock knock

I am inside your room now

Where is it you've hid?

Our game of hide and seek's about to end.

I'm coming closer

Looking underneath your bed but

You're not here I wonder

Could you be inside the closet?

- Setsuka, Ultimate Billiards player was the third victim. When the body discovery was announced, various foot steps soon bursted into the room seeing what happened to the female. Including, the ‘innocent’ S/o, but little did they know, their true colors began to show. A small giggle slipped out, before it turned out into full blown laughing. “Setsuka sure got to the point! She always was a cut above the rest!” The laughter continued until Yoruko called out. “S-S/o! It isn’t funny!” That caused S/o to stop for a moment and look at the female with a blank expression. “You’re right..it’s hilarious!” S/o covered their mouth and soon left the room, leaving the others within it.

-Ding Dong

I have found you

Ding Dong

You were hiding here

Now you're it

-The feels occasional giggles escaped, as you watched the trial go on. Giving a small amount of help occasionally, but other then that just giggled along. When the trial was over was when you started to watch idly with a bright twinkle in your eyes. It provided much enjoyment for the hours that were spent. True intentions being exposed aloud, surprised faces, as well remarkable ones similar to their own. Alas, it came to an end, Hibiki and Kanade. Ultimate Vocalist and Guitarist, were soon excuted. Personally, S/o didn’t enjoy their execution but that was just them. “Well! Now that’s out of the way! I’m ready for the next murder!”

-“S/o! How can you say that! Those are our friends!” Teruya aruged to which S/o sighed. “Allow me to put this in a way you all will be able to understand. I was never your friend, you all were simply pawns, with no meaning. Say Teruya dies in the fifth class trial, it would have most likely been to his stupidity.” Waving a hand, S/o left while the others remained speechless from their words.

-Ding Dong

Finally found you, dear

Now you're it

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-Shinji Kasai, the Ultimate firefighter who would have expected for him to be the next one killed. Sighing, they looked away from the scene and stalked off. They might have felt a slight attachment towards him, it was strange. Looking down at their hands for a moment, they let out a grunt before tucking their hands into their pockets to await the trial at hand. Surely their pointless attachment will die off like the rest of them by the time the trial comes around.

Ding Dong

Pay the consequence

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-A suicide? They didn’t think that would have been the cause. But that was the conclusion reached at the end of the trial and judging by the verdict, it looks like it was the correct answer after all. What took them all by the surprised was the sudden change in Nikei, the air in the trial room grew very tense as Nikei spoke. S/o could understand why Nikei was angry as since they were at Mikado themselves. Pulling out a gun, they hadn’t expected that but they didn’t flinch.

-It wasn’t pointed at them afterall, the look on Mikado’s face as he told Nikei not to shoot. In what felt like a split minute, their body moved on their own. Running towards Nikei reaching out and smacked the revolver out of his hand just before he could pull the trigger. Panting heavily, S/o glared daggers at Mikado. “Shame, I’m sure you didn’t expect this in you plan..” Looking over their shoulder, they saw the surprised expressions of their other classmates before they started speaking. “You are should know what Mikado’s been hiding for so long! The fact that this isn’t real, we’re inside of a simulation! The deaths don’t matter! Contradicting to what Nikei said, everyone is alive out side of here! Mikado’s only trapped us here because he-” Before they could finish, they felt a chain around their neck.

-“You’ve already ruined my plans far more then you should have. Having you here is both a waist of time, and effort, so why not give you a proper send off..” Mikado replied, before snapping his fingers. “Monocrow, if you please.” Mikado called simply, as he snapped his fingers. The bird flew over to the button and clicked on it. “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monocrow called out, as S/o was pulled off to their execution knowing that they couldn’t get out of. But instead of looking fearful, they actually looked excited, believe it or not.

-Ding Dong

Pay the consequence...

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fmdmeme002, but all at once so i don’t spam y’all

1) what is your goal for this year/next year?

reading the sticky note, sung’s first thought was that he’d like to do many things. but, that wasn’t specific enough for a fan to feel satisfied. releasing more music with element was important to him, but so was having the time and creativity to write more music for others, and spend more time with friends and family. in the end, it only took a glance up at the fan to figure out what he wanted to write. “to meet more fans around the world!!!!”

2) what song would you want to sing to or play for someone you like?

a giggle left his lips when the girl in front of him asked her question. “are you looking to hire me for someone special?” it was natural, to play around with fans like they were his friends. to sung, they were. “i’d play something romantic. maybe one of @fmdxsuji’s songs.”

3) what’s your favorite scent?

sung knew this question had to come from a fan who knew him well. with the amount of candles in his side of the dorm, there were many to choose from. on camera, he tended to name more ‘manly’ scents, but in the space of fans, he was honest. “soft scents,” he wrote, “strawberry lemon ice a lot lately.”

4) if you spent one day with a fan, where would you go and what would you do?

sung’s hand readied to write that they should go to a theme park, but stopped short. there was a chance he might not be feeling very high energy that day, and the fans deserved better of him. he could say the library, too, but that might be too low energy for many fans. he settled with a basic compromise of, “what you like best!!!!”

5) what new concept do you want to try showing fans?

“a cute concept! wouldn’t we be so cute? especially yujinnie.” the fan responded that they thought he’d be cute too, which, he laughed and thanked them for. he hoped as much, anyway.

6) which girl group do you like the most recently?

he glanced up through his eyelashes with a smile. “this won’t be any surprise to you,” he said, and looked back down. “wish!!!” and on either side of the word he drew ‘hang loose’ symbol hands to symbolize the key point dance from signal. if he had more time, he might have taken a picture to send to @fmdluna.

7) which boy group do you like the most recently?

with ride on the wind’s promotions, sung held onto his songs of the summer for longer than he might have normally. though he knew he wasn’t going to stray away from his usual answers, picking which one was difficult. so, he had to go with which song was on his mind the most. “nine critical beauties!!! ㅋㅋ”

8) what soloist do you like the most recently?

it was inevitable that he’d receive a question like this during his solo debut. though they might expect a playful narcissistic answer, sung felt too grateful to the people that supported him and showed up for him to do anything less than sincere. “my friend @fmdjoohwan!!!” as he handed back the album and note, he said, “isn’t he so sexy these days?” to which the fan agreed.

9) what song have you been listening to a lot that you would recommend to fans?

“knight @fmdtaeyong‘s help,” he wrote, with a slight hesitation. the fans were still only getting to know him, and how willing he was to share things he felt was important. and this, was important. the fan read back his message, and asked why, and he took a breath before he said, “it’s okay to admit we all need help sometimes.”

10) what is your most used app?

sung never thought anyone would be interested in something like what app he uses most. if he had the time to pull out his phone and check, he could probably tell them definitively, but as it was, he had to make his best guess. “kkt, i think...” he paused to think, and continued, “or twitter!”

11) what should someone do to win your heart?

there was no way sung could tell them the truth. his heart would never belong to another person, and he knew that. @fmddaisuke knew that. the world didn’t, and might not ever. the thought was... upsetting, to say the least. but, he didn’t dwell on it, as he flashed a smile, and wrote, “give me lots of love!” and surrounded it with drawings of hearts.

12) what do you want for your next birthday?

he’d learned well enough by now that these questions tended to be sneaky ways to find out what they would next gift him, especially if the person was a fansite. which, this girl was. she was very kind whenever he’d met her, and frankly, he was always happy for any korean who supported them as dearly as she did, but, he wasn’t one to seek material things anymore. he wrote down something he thought might be more helpful, “every aether to be happier than the year before.”

13) what is do you consider to be your most charming feature/trait?

sung didn’t like thinking about his physical self as attractive. the only person he cared to be attractive for was his boyfriend, and even then, he’d rather have his personality shine through his looks. it may have been a simple answer, but he wrote, “kindness,” and slid the album back to the fan. aloud, he told them, “to me, being kind is one of the most admirable traits there is.”

14) what is your favorite flavor of ice cream?

there were so many to choose from. sung never liked sticking to one kind for too long, not when a new wild flavor would be coming out every month. the classics were great, the ones he couldn’t even fathom what they might taste like were great. but, he went for middle of the road, “rocky road!!!,” and drew a mountain underneath for the words to follow.

15) how should i ask out the person i like?

“trust yourself,” he wrote, but didn’t feel like that was adequate. he held up a hand, and the fan took it, interlocking their fingers. “show them how much you care, and be straightforward. and, if they don’t feel the same way, it’s their own loss. you can only accept their affections if it’s as strong as yours.”

16) what’s the secret behind your good looks?

plastic surgery. that wasn’t a good answer. that was, more accurately, a terrible answer. sung thought he looked nice before his procedures, but, not good enough, he guessed. “a healthy skincare regime!”

17) what do you think of fans of the same gender as you?

element seemed to have a greater mix of genders in their fans. like with most idol groups, the majority leaned towards women, but sung particularly liked when men came up. it was... exhilarating. like a shot of adrenaline. this man seemed quite confident in meeting him, which sent a pang to his heart that they were still shy enough to write their question on a sticky note. “the more i meet, the happier sungie is!”

18) what is the most recent thing that made you happy?

right after their official debut, it probably was the most obvious that that would be the happiest moment. nothing else compared, in his eyes. but, most recently? “a delicious breakfast!” he wrote, and drew a small drawing of himself eating from a bowl.

19) what is your happiness level these days on a scale from 0 to 100?

if he really thought about it, it might not be that high. the thought wasn’t a great one to have. he’d just had his solo debut, with an entire mini album, mostly created by himself. but it was hard, different, the things expected of him were different. he made a compromise, writing “90!!!” and drew a little face in the zero.

20) can you give some inspiring words for someone going through a hard time?

whenever sung received this question, he worried that the fan was the one going through a difficult time. with his hand on the fan’s, he could tell them his own truth. “let yourself feel what you feel. and when you have, breathe it back out. let it off of your shoulders, so that you can remember a new day will come.”

21) what words of advice would you give to someone studying for their college exam?

“don’t listen to decipher sunbaenim’s ring ding dong!!!” the joke he wrote down was silly enough. he knew from personal experience how terribly that song could get stuck in someone’s head while studying. but, he added a second note below that, something that mattered more, in his opinion. “and accept that you’re still smart and amazing no matter how you do.”

22) give yourself a percent ranking from 0 to 100 in the following categories: cute, cool, and sexy.

some recess in sung hoped he could be 100 in all of the categories presented to him. if there was one that stuck out above the rest, though, it was cuteness. he wrote down an 80, for that. it was a decent score, not high enough too many people would disagree, hopefully. next was sexy, at 70. as much as he didn’t care for the image, gold star did like to present him as a sexy type, and sung couldn’t deny it. and, coming up in last, was cool, at 40. sung had never considered himself the traditionally cool type, but he was alright with that.

23) what place do you want to travel to the most?

sung didn’t think much about vacations, or anything of that nature. the first thing that came to mind was to travel back home. the second, to japan with @fmddaisuke, to see his family, because he knew how much his boyfriend ached for them. but, in the end, he wrote down, “wherever our aether are!”

24) what language would you like to learn?

language was a tricky subject for sung. he felt like he was pretty good at korean, all things considered. he was well-read, and expanded his vocabulary often enough. when it came to other languages, he had trouble making sentences himself. he’d been told he had great accents, and he could understand someone when they were speaking in english or japanese, for the most part, but responding back... was a gamble. he felt like he was already trying hard enough with english and japanese, so he went for the language he heard often that he didn’t mostly understand, “spanish!!!”

25) what is the first thing you think of when someone mentions your fans?

the relationship sung had with his fans wasn’t as complicated as it seemed it was for many of his friends. sure, there were people that didn’t follow element’s career the way he would, but sung didn’t consider those people to be much of fans. the fans were the ones who supported them fully, from a distance, and enjoyed them for what they were. they were the ones who brought sung joy. “happiness”

26) what is your favorite movie/book you’ve seen/read recently?

in the space of these close fan interactions, sung could be more honest than he might have otherwise. chances were, only interns at the company and aethers would see his response. he read often, watched movies on a regular basis as well, though not as often as he read, so choosing one was difficult. but, the one that had stuck out the most to him recently was, “call me by your name!!”

27) what are your recent wishes?

“element and aether’s happiness”. writing the words down wasn’t a difficult decision. sung knew in his heart those were two of his wishes. he supposed part of him wished for element’s success too. even if he was happy with where they were at, he knew his members weren’t. and they deserved the world.

28) what are the requirements for your ideal type?

it was a common question. part of the fantasy of being an idol meant the expectation that fans would want to date him. but unlike some of his other members, sung enjoyed it. playing along was fun, when the fan knew the limits of their relationship. when it came to sung, there weren’t many restrictions. he wanted to know their fans in as close of a capacity as he could, because he felt like they deserved that. like most other times that question had come up, it was written on a sticky note, that he could playfully hide as he wrote, “to be as sweet as you!” before giving it back, and seeing the happy blush on the fan’s face.

29) what job would you want if you weren’t an idol?

before being in element, sung never considered that question. what he might want was very different from what he might have ended up doing. he knew that if he never made it into debut, he’d have stayed in his family’s business, and likely been miserable. but over the years, he had the opportunity to actually think on that question. most of the time, he threw out one of the many jobs he thought might have been cool, but this time, like many other instances, he went with what felt the most fitting for him, “a teacher,” to which he drew an apple beside it.

30) what is a hobby you’d like to pick up?

the fan was pretty young, for their usual demographic. positively adorable, but also confident enough to ask their question to his face, rather than write it down. his answer came quickly, “cooking!” though he had many hobbies he admired, wanting to become a better cook had been a dream for quite a long time, which he continued to share with the fan. they expressed the sentiment of wanting to help teach him, and he agreed they’d need to sort that out, before the fan was ushered over to @fmdyujin.

#fmdmeme002 #ask meme #tried tagging specific ppl mentions but i may have missed sum #i unno #like i've done before there are screenshots of the asks so yall dont think im cheating

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