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Day 19 → Favorite Female Quote

Jill Valentine - Resident Evil 3: Nemesis

Wherever the Wind May Carry You

Happy Valentine’s Day to my dream, @sugainmycoffee. Some Minjoon. (tw: mention of bullying)

Growing up, Jimin hears all kinds of stories from his family. Ones of love, of happiness, some real, some fairytales, all with happy endings. The story of how his parents meet has always been his favorite. They’d met on a plane, both young, his mother 10 and his father only 8. His father and managed to get onto the wrong plane somehow (his mother always said it was because he was following her, and his father never denies it), and she saw him crying without his family and stuck to his side the entire flight until they landed and were able to phone the airport they’d departed from, hoping to god that his family were still there. Luckily, the flight had been short and not out of the country. His grandparents always tell him how scary that day was, but how happy they were that it happened.

Jimin thinks his parents are soul mates, they had to be, right? (He’d heard about soul mates from one of his older cousins. She was in high school and she knew a lot of things, so he was certain she was right about soul mates.) Because, after his dad was reunited with his parents, the two families stayed in touch, learning that they hadn’t lived very far from each other at all, practically in the same neighborhood, and when both families returned from their respective trips (all on the right planes this time), his mother had insisted that she be able to watch over the younger boy at all times.

“I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything else dumb like that ever again,” she’d told her parents. They’d just laughed and agreed with her.

It’s been a long, long time since they met now, and his mother still watches over his father to make sure he doesn’t do anything dumb. Jimin thinks that’s what soul mates are for. To love and protect you. The thought makes Jimin sigh. He hopes he can find his soul mate one day.

Jimin is 9 when he learns how to make paper airplanes, his grandfather had taught him one summer afternoon when Jimin was a little restless, since he couldn’t go outside and play because of a storm. From then on, he would make them out of every piece of paper he could find, his hands becoming skilled in crafting the small planes very quickly.

Jimin is 9 and ¾ when he reads a story about a message in a bottle that traveled across the sea from a very lonely girl to an equally lonely boy. The boy then spends his whole life trying to find her. It takes 30 years, and he’s traveled to many places, but he finally finds the girl, and neither of them are lonely anymore. Jimin thinks they must have been soul mates too.

The story makes Jimin start to wonder if he would be able to find his soul mate with a message in bottle, but there’s no water around his house. He decides he’s going to write notes on his paper airplanes and then throw them into the wind. Maybe they’ll somehow get to his soul mate that way.

His first note is short, just a small introduction of himself and what he’s trying to achieve. He addresses the letter to his soul mate, and on a particularly windy afternoon, late in summer, he throws the paper airplane into the sky and watches it sail over his fence.

School starts soon after, and Jimin meets a new boy in his school who’s in the grade ahead of him. His name is Namjoon and he tells Jimin he’s just moved in to the house next to his. He tells him that he’ll walk him home after school because he’s older and can protect his new younger friend. He doesn’t admit it’s because he has a really bad sense of direction. Jimin laughs when Namjoon gets them lost 3 times on their way home.

They walk home together every day until, eventually, Namjoon can find his way back home without Jimin nudging his arm every time he’s about to make a wrong turn, or tugging on his sleeve when Namjoon has to stop and try and figure out which way to go next.

By the time summer comes again, they’ve become best friends and rarely stray too far from one another. Jimin has to practically tear himself from Namjoon’s side one night a few weeks before school starts so he can prepare his Annual Soul Mate Note. (He’d decided before he even threw the first one into the wind that he would do it every year until he found his soul mate).

Summers come and summers go, and before either of them knew it, Namjoon is in high school and Jimin is left alone in the dumb 8th grade. Namjoon had told him he wouldn’t mind walking to the middle school to walk with him home from school still, but Jimin had told him it was too much out of the way, and Namjoon would just get himself lost. Namjoon grumbled that he wouldn’t, but said okay anyway.

Jimin leaves school a little late one afternoon, and Namjoon waits for him outside his house like he usually does. When he gets home, Namjoon notices something strange about his younger friend.

“I don’t really wanna hang out today, hyung,” Jimin mutters, not even looking up at Namjoon (he’d sprouted up to like, 20 feet, Jimin complained when he’d seen him the first time after his growth spurt. He didn’t think he’d been at his grandma’s long enough for Namjoon to turn into a tree, but he’s been wrong before), before walking straight into his house.

Namjoon thought maybe he was just tired, and let it go for the day.

He can’t let it go, however, when it happens for the rest of the week. And then the week after that. And the next.

Namjoon is about to give Jimin a piece of his mind when he sees the younger walking up to his house, a large bruise blooming on the side of his cheek. Namjoon immediately rushes over to him to inspect the damage, a major wave of anger washing over him.

“Who did this to you?” he asks gruffly, reaching his hand out to touch Jimin’s cheek but jerking it back, not wanting to hurt him any more than he already was.

“It’s fine, Namjoon,” Jimin replies, his lower lip wobbling a little, betraying his claim.

“Bullshit,” Namjoon huffs before tugging on Jimin’s hand and pulling him to his own house.

When they’re in the safety of Namjoon’s room, Jimin breaks down and tells him about the kids who have been tormenting him all year. It’d only recently gotten this bad. They cornered him in the hallways after school and hurled insults at him, pushing him around like a ragdoll. When he stopped giving them the response they’d wanted, apparently, one of them decided to deliver him a blow to the face. They’d laughed as Jimin tried not to cry, breaking from their small circle and running all the way to his block before stopping to catch his breath. Namjoon just sat next to him and let him cry it out, rubbing small circles into his back without saying a word. Jimin didn’t even want to know what his friend’s expression was.

The next day, Jimin gets out of school and is bracing himself for whatever was waiting for him by his locker, when he sees Namjoon towering over the group of cowering bullies. The older boy isn’t even trying to reach out and hit them, but they’re all crowding nervously against the wall as if Namjoon would come out swinging at any moment. From where Jimin’s standing, Namjoon looks calm as he talks to them, and Jimin knows Namjoon’s quiet fury is scarier than if he was yelling. Namjoon takes a step toward the group of boys and one of them lets out a rather pathetic squeal. Namjoon just laughs before turning around and walking out the front doors of the school.

“Hey,” Jimin calls when he sees Namjoon hanging in front of the gate to his school. “What are you doing here?” he asks, as if he didn’t know the answer already.

“I had something to take care of over in this general vicinity,” Namjoon answers with a shrug, Jimin thinks he should bake him a cake or something. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Namjoon wraps his arm protectively around Jimin’s shoulders as they walk back to their street, and Jimin tries to will away the blush that’s found its way up to his cheeks.

Once they reach home, Jimin tells Namjoon he’ll be over in a few minutes. He just has to take a shower real quick because he felt gross having Namjoon’s armpit all over him. Namjoon laughs and says he’ll see him later.

Jimin writes a quick note and folds it into a paper airplane before stepping outside and letting it sail over the fence.

Namjoon sees the piece of paper land gingerly in the middle of his backyard, as it always does, and walks outside to pick it up.

Dear stranger, it begins, which is weird.

I’m sorry I can no longer call you soul mate, because I think I’ve already found mine.

Good luck,

Jimin

Namjoon smiles down at the note as he walks back to his room, pulling the shoebox that contained the rest of the paper airplanes inside of it and placing the newest one inside.

Ishikawa Kaito Translation

Words left in romaji are explained under “Read More”

1. What’s the present that left the strongest impression on you?

Kaito: A ballpoint pen that I recieved from my senpai that has my name on it. On my 20th birthday, I got a ballpoint pen from my senpai. It had blue ink, and I used it to write on scripts. During things like shootings, as well as events, I keep it with me in my pocket as a charm. It’s my treasure.

2. Tell us about the Ishikawa family’s birthday parties!

Kaito: We probably have a birthday party once every two months. The Ishikawa family includes: both parents, an older brother, a younger sister, a grandmother, an aunt, as well as my birthday, and the entire family celebrates together. We normally have roast beef and sekihan. My mother and aunt always prepare their own cakes but, only on my younger sister’s birthday does my father buy one, so there’s three cakes (wara).

3. Which birthday left the strongest impression on you?

Kaito: My 20th birthday where I had a great celebration. My dear senpai arranged it for me, and a lot of people told me “Congratulations”. Since I became the legal age to drink, on that day until the next morning, I was drinking. In the end, I was really happy I was able to celebrate with the senpai I respect.

4. Do you like cakes that are sweet?

Kaito: I like sweet things but I don’t like fruit cakes. The cake used for this shooting had cream and it was very sweet and delicious. But I don’t like strawberries. In fact, I don’t like fruits in general. The cake was mainly cream, so it was delicious!

5. How would you spend your ideal birthday?

Kaito: I’d like to be so focused on something else where I forgot it was my birthday! I’d like to feel like “Aa, it was my birthday yesterday!”, if I could be focused on something else I’d be happy. But whenever my birthday is approaching, I’d think things like “One more month to go” so it would be difficult (wara).

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7th of September – 2 weeks until departure

You sat down on the couch of your living room. The open window brought in the the smell of fresh cut grass and the taste of a barbecue. You felt relaxed and closed your eyes. Nothing could possibly go wrong – or so you thought.

“Hey (Y/N), ah, we need to talk.” Dan walked into the room. The last four words in that sentence made your heart skip a beat.

“What is it Dan?” Your voice was slightly shaking.

He sat down next to you and made himself comfortable. “I don’t know how to easily let you know, so I’ll just say it.” He took a deep, long breath. “I have been thinking of moving back to London.”

You stood frozen in shock. “What, why? Was it something I did? It wasn’t the time when–”

“It’s not you. I’ve been missing London for a while, and I wasn’t complete happy here. I thought it was time to move on.” Dan said, not meeting your gaze.

You couldn’t speak. It was happening all too soon, there was so much going on in your head.

“I’m not leaving right away. I’ll be here for a few more weeks.”

“No, this is a mistake. Please Dan, look at me and tell me this isn’t real.” You felt your eyes starting to water.

He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs to wipe away your tears. He then looked straight into your eyes and said only one word.

“Sorry.”

He left the room, leaving you frozen in spot.


18th of September – 3 days until departure

There was no way you could talk Dan out of moving away. The past week had mentally been a disaster for you. Time was running out so you spent every moment you could with Dan. You counted seven walks, three coffee dates, two video game sessions, and ten nights of cuddling. He wasn’t as talkative as he usually was. It looked like there was a lot on his mind as well. You were on coffee date number four, and Dan ordered the drinks like he always did. You’ve basically forgotten how to order food after three years of being with Dan. Now that it’s coming to an end, you were going to have to learn. He handed you your drink and you quietly took a sip of it.

“I want you to know (Y/N), even though I’ll get back many things in my life that I left behind, the only thing I won’t have is you.” Dan said sweetly.

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from tearing up. “Don’t, you’re going to make me cry.”

He took your hand from across the circular table. “It will be fine.”


21st of September – day of departure

Dan dragged his bags from behind him as you walk beside him with your head faced down. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Dan come to a stop. He put his fingertips to your chin and brought it up.

“Come on, I want to see the cheerful (Y/N) I know before I leave.” Dan smiled. Even with a happy look, you noticed a hit of sadness in his voice.

“If the words ‘before I leave’ wasn’t tagged at the end of that, I might have been happier.” You say slightly sourly.

You hugged him anyways and tightly wound your arms around Dan. He put his lips close to your ears.

“I’m going to miss you.” Even in a low whisper, you could hear his voice cracking.

“I will too.” Your voice slightly cracked at the end.

Dan thought for a while and took your hand. He pulled you towards a quiet corner and took both of your hands. He leaned down to kiss you. This was it. Your last kiss with Dan.

“I have one more thing to ask you.”

You tilted your head. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to be apart from you. I want us to be together all of the time. I’m asking you now, would you like to move to London with me.” Dan looked worried and nervous.

Your face held the same shocked reaction, only this time, with an overwhelmed feeling.

“I don’t know Dan, I wish I had time to think about it. Your plane leaves in half an hour.” You say, not knowing how to answer him.

“Perhaps this will help.” He said reaching into his pocket.

You were confused. Was he taking out a plane ticket? No, he wouldn’t do that. Instead he took out a small, black, velvet box. You didn’t understand until he went down on one knee and opened it. You lean back and gasped.

“(Y/N), I never want us to have to separate like this ever again. All I am asking, is for you to stay with me. I want you to be a part of my future memories, I want us to grow old together. Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god Dan, of course I will!” You say with a laugh.

Your emotions were being tossed around, not knowing what to feel. Just a minute ago, you felt as if you were about to lose everything. Then a second later, you felt pressured into making a decision. Now you were exploded with positive emotions. You took the ring and slipped it on, which fit nice and snug around your ring finger. When Dan got up from his kneeling position, you hugged him once again.

“Now you’re really going to make me cry.” You say, wiping your tears with your fingers.

“So, will you move to London with me?” Dan’s voice was much brighter than it was two minutes ago.

“I will, but I can’t be with you on the same flight. I don’t have stuff, and I don’t even have a plane ticket. Plus, the plane is about to leave.”

“Join me in London through a later flight. Take as much time as you need. Preferably sooner, but I’ll meet you at the airport once you get everything settled.”

Dan kissed you once again and walked towards the terminal.

“See you on the other side of the ocean.”

You waved and blew a kiss. He did the classic 'catch the kiss and keep it in pocket’ thing. You walked back and thought to yourself.

'Time to start packing for the flight as well as a new life.’