Major in English and Korean Literature, Minor in Film Studies (Considering another minor in Theatre)
Outstanding Grades, Straight A Student
Best friends with Jaebum from Film Studies and Yugyeom from Department of Theatre and Performance Art
Known as the Prince by the females and the savage one by males. Park actor by Jackson Wang
How he commutes to campus: The public bus since he lives with his sisters and not at the university/ college dorms
Everyday outfit: Styled hair, glasses, some sort of button-up shirt (Mid or long sleeve), fitted pants or jeans, vans and or converse, sometimes leather loafers.
Class Schedule: 11am to 7pm classes. He dislikes waking up early but likes to stay late
At school a fairly large amount of time because he likes to stay in the quiet library to do his own thing until late times
Takes his seat at the front of the halls so there are no people blocking his view to the board
Has a set of basic colored pens and has a book for notes for every single class. Sticky notes and tabs in his pencil case for extra uses.
Takes the cleanest, precise and tidy notes with beautiful penmanship
Refuses to take notes on his computer with the reason “We write our exams so I’m better off writing my notes as preparation.”
The student that answers difficult question the professor throws to the class
Hands in his assignment prior deadline; revises his work and submits an improved version by actual deadline
Has a few close friends in class and usually sits with them
Has the habit of pushing his glasses with his pen
Sits up straight with good posture the entire time
Arrives to class early and usually stays behind to organize notes or talks to professors about work
Can be seen around the cafeteria or at the school’s common area with his friends (the rest of got7)
Usually, has the house pizza or burger with fries served with water or juice
If you don’t see him at the cafeteria he is most likely in the library doing his work. enjoying a good book, or helping out the librarian
Sometimes during longer breaks between classes, he’d go out to the nearest CD store to look for music or goes to the cinema to watch a movie, alone
Other times he’d be talking to Jaebum about their Film Studies projects
But most of the time he’d definitely be messing with Yugyeom (Tom and Jerry Couple)
If Yugyeom and Jinyoung are not at the cafeteria, you know they are probably working on some dance for Yugyeom’s theater or performance piece
If Jinyoung and Youngjae are both not at the cafeteria, they are also probably in the music rooms composing a piano piece for Youngjae’s classes
Very rarely, if he’s stuck on his papers, he’d go look for Mark’s help
In extremely rare cases, he’d be napping with Mark under the sunlight by the grass area
During Exam Season:
Same as Mark, You will not see this boy anywhere else besides his classes, the library or at his home
Since he already has notes written from class, he’d just be reviewing them…… A million times
He is more than prepared, but secretly worrying and stressing so SO much
Written out a detailed exam study time table and sticks to it by the dot
Dresses more comfortably for exams
T-shirt, jeans, a jacket and comfortable shoes and leaves his hair down
The student that asks for more paper in the exam hall
Finishes half an hour before time’s up, checks the paper over and triple checks it again
Along the checking his answers, he also calculates his possible scores
Leaves the exam hall with his mind in peace, doesn’t think about the exam once it’s over
Smiles brightly and kills the female population when he finds out he has aced all his exams
How he handles on-campus admirers:
Surprisingly for his image, he handles them pretty mischievously or savagely
If his flock of admirers gasp over him nearby the corridor, he’d pull an offended face jokingly and shake his head while continuing his way.
If he’s approached with a confession, he’d be very flattered and maybe embarrassed inside; but has a nonchalant expression on display
He would decline politely but if the guy or girl persists, be prepared to receive a roast from savage Jinyoung (He gives me the impression that he does not like anyone that won’t take a hint and back off.)
How you meet him:
You actually first meet Jinyoung’s voice before you meet him in person
You were a theater major and part of the Theater department’s student administration team
It was near auditioning season for the Theater department when you were having a huge creative block for your own performance work
You were working in one of the drama rooms but drifted off to dreamland midway
Not knowing how long you’ve been asleep for, you woke up to an extremely soft and soothing voice
“If god told me I had three wishes, I’d tell him…”
You realized that whoever is rehearsing must have thought that they were alone as you were asleep and well hidden behind the long curtains in the drama room
You peeked out to see a male student sitting by the window, facing away from you
Only the light of the moon lit the dark room and gently washed over his figure as he was reciting the lines in the notebook he was holding
“First, I’d give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.”
“Lastly, forget me, and live on.”
“Please, shalt not shed tears for when I’m gone.”
The modulated, yet silvery voice has struck you deeply.
They were simple, yet very cheesy lines. But, the atmosphere became bittersweet from the male’s simple narration.
You hid behind the curtain as he sighed and stood up from the chair, proceeding to leave the room
You made sure he had left before you gently moved out from behind the curtain and proceeded to leave back to your dorm.
For many days, the narrations and the bittersweet feeling lingered in your mind
Fast forward to audition day where students are applying to the Theater department
Auditioning students were instructed to demonstrate their abilities with a short performance and the theme was “Agape”
“Agape”: A universal, unconditional love that transcends, that serves regardless of circumstances
You were sitting at the judges’ table, bored out of your mind when the next performer came onto stage
Your brows raised as you recognize this performer.
He was the popular straight-A student/ campus prince: Park Jinyoung.
“Wasn’t he majoring in English? What was he doing here??” You thought
You stayed quiet as you signaled for him to begin his audition piece
Jinyoung took a deep breath and begun
“My dear. You are my soul, filling this empty, eroded shell. Without you, this shell will cease to exist.”
“If god told me I had three wishes, I’d tell him…”
“I love you, I’m sorry, and I really love you.”
“I’d give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.
“Lastly, please forget me, and live on.”
“Please, shalt not shed tears for when I’m gone.”
You instantly realize that Jinyoung was the person rehearsing from that night
An idea sparked your mind and you stood up from the judges’ area
You slowly walked towards Jinyoung, he seemed to be slightly panicking but remained still at the center of stage
You stood in front of Jinyoung, and his eyes completely focused on you: searching for answers
“My dear. If god told me I had a wish, I’d tell him…”
You stopped and smiled at Jinyoung gently
“If possible, please take my life in exchange for his.”
“Even if he’s an empty, eroded shell, Please don’t take him away. Don’t tear the love of my life, away from me.”
“For my tears shall form a new ocean.”
Jinyoung’s eyes widened at your improvisation and returned a soft smile
Jinyoung took a hold of your hands and gave it a light squeeze
“Through thick, and thin.” Jinyoung whispered.
“Through thick, and thin.” You replied back.
The audition room erupted with applause from both auditioning students and judges
You lead Jinyoung and took a bow, before returning back to the judges’ area
“Mr. Park. Your short piece was simple yet moving. I’d be honored to represent the Theater Department to warmly welcome you.”
You were certain that Jinyoung would be the upcoming, new prodigy of Theater Department
“Thank you very much. I am flattered of your high praise.”
Jinyoung smiled warmly as he bowed, his eyes never leaving yours
And you were also certain that your creative block will soon be resolved
Coming Up: Youngjae as University/ College Student
The sensational and talented @ramibriidge, your art makes me do
things like write numerous drabbles based on them, more than I can write
and keep up with “erryday”. Based this fic off the LuNyx Dancing
Art, I’ve woven together what Emily intended for the reason why
Nyx looks so uncomfortable, her request for about “the last hero’s new
kingdom” and @newtscarf’s request of a secret marriage.
That doesn’t mean that this is the fic to settle the requests, no,
consider it a spin-off of the combined concepts until I’m able to post
both requests separately. They will be considered more lengthy than
this. Consider this an AU to fill in some context. Also, I’m on the
fence of whether Nyx just can’t dance at all or specializes in the
bumping and grinding kind only. Here, he just can’t dance x) I imagined
their outfits differently than the art.
People telling me that they like my portrayal of the characters I write for gives me life .////. Thank you so much. Thank you so much for requesting me to write for you <3
“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.”
- Emery Allen
The Tenebraen Ball was at its peak of vibrant and ardent activity.
Prodigious nobility and affluential political figures hailed from all
over Eos to attend the event. It was made possible because Ravus placed
full responsibility over Princess and Lady Oracle Lunafreya’s shoulders
to organize the ball. A festivity that had not been active since they
were children and she retained little memory of the process and formal
“We may be subjects of the Empire, Lunafreya, but that shouldn’t
prevent us from demonstrating our once-lauded hospitality to the rest of
the world.” The former prince had told her. “I leave everything in your
capable hands to represent us well.”
The young Fleuret did not believe the older sibling, for he could
care less about Tenebrae’s fate. The people of the country had lost
their customs in the ocean of the Niflheim Empire, they were of Tenebrae
in name only. Ravus sought for his sister’s obedience and to dominate
her willful nature.
He found that those two outcomes were possible by keeping the woman
occupied, knowing that she would struggle with the task. The
high-ranking imperial officer never failed in mentioning the ball
whenever he was within proximity and the Princess Oracle could only
force a smile and assure him that everything was underway.
It never ceased to amaze Luna the condescending efforts that her brother made to keep her pigeonholed in these kind of tasks.
The entire celebration was a sham and the determined woman had other
matters to put to motion before the future could be set in stone.
Fortunately, she had Gentiana to assist her, the only one who possessed
knowledge of this fabled ball.
Luna was already a bird in a gilded cage and a focal authority
without any power to wield herself. Oracle, once a revered office, was
simply a placeholder to keep the masses complacent without ever knowing
the truth. Her assigned tasks were mockeries to the patriarchal domain,
inconsequential to the order but she performed them to their
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret simply played a role, the docile and meek
treasure whose only purpose is to be admired akin to a table’s
centerpiece, and she kept with appearances. She retained many other
rules tucked under the sanctity of her acting. Luna’s autonomy remains
in self-ownership and she would be willing to fight with her life for
After the commencement ceremony ended and the Princess Oracle
gracefully accepted the applause that erupted in her honor for
organizing the ball, it did not take long for potential partners to form
a line and request a dance. Despite the array of people joining hands
and the booming orchestra, disquiet filled the young woman at the
thought that any of these men and especially if their positions and
stances coincided with the Empire’s, that a marriage arrangement would
be made without her consent. The sovereign powers could choose her
husband and most likely, it would be so that he would be the princess’
overseer to take away what little liberties she had left.
“Your Highness, would you give me this dance?”
“No, m'lady, please dance with me.”
“Gentleman, be silent. I believe the Good Lady was going to give me her answer.”
The Princess Oracle was inwardly vexed over the trivial pursuit. It
was unfortunate that she did not possess a fan to hide her irritation
but a demure smile had to do. She looked at the three men, one of which
bore a wedding band much too tight to take off while the other two she
recognized from prestigious family names but were considered
irresponsible, philandering scions.
And what an unavoidable situation she found herself in. The gown,
flowing and consisting of the most luxurious of shimmery satins that
exposed a sizable portion of her bare shoulders and down her lower back,
was not of her choosing, it had been Ravus’. Her attire made her feel
ridiculous as the puffy sleeves at the elbows, vying for attention she
did not seek. But it was against Tenebraen etiquette for a woman to
decline a man when interest is expressed despite it being one-sided.
As the three suitors looked at the Oracle expectedly, Luna detected a
familiar figure outside the dance floor, disengaged from the lively
guests and stern gray eyes fixated on his surroundings.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I believe I already promised my first dance to
him.” Luna indicated through a confident turn of her head. The three men
followed her gaze.
“That Lucian dog?” The three of them chorused the negative sentiment.
It bothered her these men are proof that discrimination and stupidity never went out of style.
“Yes… Though he’s more of a badger than a dog. Please don’t aggregate
my partner with the rest of the Lucians.” The Princess Oracle lifted
the sides of her gown and without bowing her apologies or excusing
herself, she strolled over to the decorated and obstinate soldier.
The man, standing at attention in a Kingsglaive uniform, saw her
approach and greeted her with ghost of a smile on his lips before he
returned to surveying the party. The woman decreed that it was not good
enough. She took one of his hands.
“What are you doing?” Nyx resisted, finding that the young woman’s resolve was stronger. “I’m on-duty.”
“Nyx Ulric, you mustn’t refuse a lady asking for a rescue. It’ll
offend her.” She stated coolly as she led him to the dance floor. Other
couples were giving them queer glances at the improper exchange but she
continued onward without batting an eyelash. Nyx is the only company she
rather be with right now.
“Oh, no. No-no-no, no.” He lamented before she enveloped herself in his clumsy embrace. “You’re gonna pay for this later…”
“Is that a promise?” Luna teased as she positioned his hands. Her
left hand in his right, set up a mandated distance between the two and
while she liked where his hand rested on her lower back, she lifted it
to her shoulder blades. The lingering heat of his fingers on bare skin
made her confident that this arrangement would work. She would lead.
“Don’t even go there, Princess.” He said dryly and as soon as he made
the comment, Luna yelped. “Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving.” He dropped
his hands and began to drift away.
Luna clasped his hand. He stepped on her foot. It was not a problem,
many partners have done the same. “And watch me get swept up by the sea
of men?” She did not have to look, she knew that they had an audience
who no doubtingly would take Nyx’s place.
Nyx shook his head, voicing his displeasure in a hushed tone. “Not everyday do I get the pleasure of dancing with my wife…”
“Follow my lead.” Luna nodded as she closed the distance, not voicing
her complaints when Nyx’s hand was at her lower back again. They were
beyond etiquette at this point, they neglected the curtsy and bow
stage. She simply rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be all right
because we’re together now.”
“I’m going to dance the entire time, aren’t I?”
This meeting was not by chance.
Luna was aware that Nyx, her guardian sent by the King of Lucis,
would be attending the party but passively acting on orders received by
His orders were to protect her.
Not to look.
Not to listen.
Not to think.
And certainly not marry.
Clearly, those instructions were unclear along the way.
The clandestine marriage was a union decided between the glaive and
Oracle to safeguard a future that both of them intend to see through,
only Gentiana possessed knowledge of this. No one else in all the four
kingdoms knew that they were husband and wife. How they carried
themselves in the public eye had gone unquestioned for some time.
It had been reckless and foolhardy on Luna’s part to pose the
proposition, initially because of a destiny she had foreseen in the form
of abstract visions and to obtain true ownership of her body. But she
truly loved Nyx and it drove her to have him at her side. Niflheim could
dictate who her husband would be but no man would wish for a bride
whose purity was no longer intact.
“I see you didn’t bring the enthusiasm you had that night at
Malbo’s.” Luna observed as Nyx stared down at their feet in silence.
Nyx grimaced. “Give a man a couple of drinks and I’m sure he’ll be happy to do anything you ask. That includes dancing.”
“Yes, but as I recall, you asked me to dance.” She remarked with a saccharine smile. “You weren’t terrible.”
“Sure, just keep sugarcoating to avoid hurting my feelings.”
Luna once accompanied the members of the Kingsglaive to Malbo Smul’s
Hut during their off-duty hours. She had anticipated that formalities
would be dropped so they could casually enjoy each other’s time, but
unexpectedly learned that they were notorious for getting excessively
drunk. She found her meal had been kicked over when the glaives decided
to hop on tables to dance and break into dissonant song.
Nyx offered her to dance on top of one of the tables and against her
proper upbringing reprimanding against the rancor behavior, she
accepted. The table broke under their stomping and she fell in his lap.
She apologized profusely, but he claimed he meant to break her fall.
Mister Yama demanded full compensation for damages and trauma.
It was also the same night that once they were thrown out, Nyx and
Luna retired to a more exclusive location. Nyx presented a Galahdan rum
in its distinctive wooden flask, the best that he could afford with a
glaive’s salary. It paired nicely with the box of savory dark chocolates
By the time they finished the bottle, the glaive and the Princess Oracle fell in love.
“If you were officially my Prince Consort,” Luna shifted her legs,
causing the glaive to stumble awkwardly against her. “you would have to
learn how to do this.”
“To music I could actually dance to?”
“Sadly, no.” Luna fondly held him in her gaze, feeling a little guilty that she had to crush his hopes.
“Well, I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself…”
“I’m enjoying your presence, aren’t I? You’re my husband, Nyx.”
And you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had. You’re honestly not that terrible.
The way Sakura thought "Okaeri." and Sasuke's "Tadaima, Sakura." is FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.
I mean, it’s so important to Sasuke. Even Naruto has Konoha as a home eventually after with lots of friends and he knows it’s somewhere to come back, to feel warm.
Sasuke didn’t. He considered Konoha no longer his home (despite it being a special place for him). He had no home after part 1. He’s “homeless” without anywhere to come back throughout part 2.
But he finally has one. And it’s not “he came back looking at Konoha’s gate sign with a thought it’s home to him” or a simple “I’ve come back”.
It’s “Tadaima, Sakura.”
Everyone learning trashy Japanese through manga anime is well aware that tadaima is not a simple “I’m back” or “I’m home.” . It’s a thing special for everyone coming back from a life out there, to a warm home where they know their beloved people are waiting for them.
Not all people would say tadaima when they come “home”, but people filled with love from others and for others in that very place would do everytime and every day. Because they know there would be someone greeting them with “okaeri”.
That’s when you realise, with Sasuke’s sentence, it’s not Konoha that is recognised as his home.