Falling in love with someone was always something I had thought of as nothing spectacular, just a part of life, but I realised it isn’t.
A person talks to you and like magic the way you see them starts to change. You start to notice the way a fire appears in their eyes, just before they smile. You notice how they pronounce some words different from the rest of the people and the small frown on their forehead when they are in thought.
You start to memorise the way they walk and recognise the way they call your name.
You’ll know when they’re behind you by their scent and you’ll be able to know when are genuinely happy or just smile politely.
You’ll feel yourself getting all nervous by just texting with them and you get that weird feeling in your stomach, like someone is pulling a knot. A smile will appear on your face by just reading their name somewhere.
And the most peculiar thing is, that even though you don’t have any problems, when they do it feels like a knife is being stabbed in your heart. Not just once, but with every step you take you feel the knife being stabbed in your heart again, until you know they are alright. You care so much, even though they’re just a person like you are.
Science tells us it is chemistry, just a form of behaviour that prevents us from extinction. But tell me, how can someone explain a feeling so pure with just one word: chemistry?
Apologies for the lack of updates, I’m literally about to do my GCSE’s and school is hell :))) But thank you so much for reading and for 500 followers x
The whole atmosphere in the town was melancholy. It was a gloomy day for a gloomy cause. The memorial of Jason Blossom. Almost all of Riverdale had been invited, the reason being the Blossom’s were trying to single out who had killed their son. The memorial an excuse to do so. It was something no one really wanted to go to, but yet, everyone felt obliged.
Jughead paced around (Y/N)’s room, hands in his pockets as the lack of comfort of the suit urged forwards. He sighed, staring at his shoes as he waited for (Y/N) to come out the bathroom. A small ‘click’ of the lock caused Jughead to quickly glance up, and though the matter was depressing and sad, Jughead was taken aback by the beauty radiating from (Y/N). Jughead cleared his throat, looking back down at his shoes.
“You uhh… You look beautiful.” He mumbled, a light pink dusting his cheeks. (Y/N) smiled brightly, looking down at what they were wearing.
“Thanks, considering we are going to a memorial, however, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” They joked, trying to lighten the dull mood. Jughead smirked slightly, looking up to meet their (E/C) eyes.
“True, but I’d just take it as a compliment.” He backfired, making (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N) eyed Jughead up, looking at him in a suit, something they had never seen in their life.
“You brush up quite nicely yourself, Jughead. I don’t think I’ve ever had the honour of witnessing you in a suit.” They grinned, walking up to him, and toying with his undone tie. “You still don’t know how to tie a tie?” They teased, causing Jughead to smile lightly. Whilst they began to tie up Jughead’s tie, he took the time to analyse their face. Noticing small details he hadn’t noticed before.
“If I had, I wouldn’t get to have you do it for me.” Jughead murmured quietly, grabbing their hand once they were done. Smiling up at him, (Y/N) reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Well you’re lucky I do it willingly.” They smirked once more, going to pull away, however, Jughead swiftly pulled them back, wrapping his arms around their waist.
“Do we have to go? We could always just, stay here?” Jughead suggested, leaning into (Y/N)’s touch as they caressed his cheek. Though (Y/N) smiled lightly, they frowned too.
“As appealing as that sounds, babe, not going, would weigh us both down with guilt. I mean, Cheryl, as much of a bitch she is, needs support. Because she sure as heck isn’t getting any from her parents.” (Y/N) grumbled, looking down. Jughead noticed their turmoil, and gently cupped their chin, (Y/N) closed their eyes at the contact.
Jughead leant forward, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s, and kissed the tip of their nose lightly. “Okay, fair point.” He whispered. “But I need you to help me out with something.” This caused (Y/N) to open their eyes, looking up into his gorgeous grey.
“Am I going to like this?” They questioned, pulling back slightly. Jughead sighed, looking around the room.
“No, but this is really important, you always help with the murder board, and this is something that’s going to benefit that.” (Y/N) thought for a moment, before deciding, whatever it is, may as well be worth a try.
“Okay, but nothing illegal.” They jokingly warned, but Jughead knew there was some seriousness behind their tone. Jughead embraced (Y/N) tightly, their head resting in the crook of his neck.
“No promises.” He whispered, causing a chuckle to escape (Y/N)’s throat.
“Come on, we have a memorial to go to.” They smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door.
I hope this was okay! I really liked the request, but I’m not sure if I like how it came out of my head…. #writerproblems
He was hesitant to bring it up. He didn’t want to force anything on you and he knew you worked tomorrow, but he didn’t want you to have to walk home alone in the dark. “Do you want to stay the night?” He asked. You had just slipped your shoes on and seemed to be stalling, not wanting to walk out into the night air. You both stared at each other for a moment. Trying to read each other, though you both wanted the same thing. “If that’s okay with you.” Jin nodded, probably a bit to eagerly.
He threw a spare pillow and blanket onto the couch for himself, flipping the main light off. After struggling for a bit, trying to turn the water on, he now heard the bathroom door opening, signaling you were done. “Find everything okay?” He asked. He could hear your feet padding down the hall and turned towards you, smiling at the look of you in a pair of his sweats and a tshirt. “Thanks for letting me spend the night.”“Anytime. You can just sleep in my bed tonight. It’s all clean.” The way you stared at him made his heart thump in his chest. He felt almost giddy. You moved over to the couch and sat down flat out refusing to claim his bed for the night. He wasn’t going to argue with you anymore, but he wasn’t going to cave either. He slid down onto the couch with you and let you slouch into him, pulling your legs up under you. The room was quite, your breathing deep and soothing. He could smell his shampoo in your hair, the mix of his own smell, with the remaining sent of your own making him smile. he’d press his lips to the top of your head and whisper an, “I love you.”
You had been waiting for him to get home from practice and it ended up being much later than the two of you had anticipated. You had school early the next morning and you knew, at this rate, you wouldn’t make it home and have enough time to shower. So you just decided to do it at Namjoon’s place. He wouldn’t mind and if you were going to stay here till he got back in needed to be done.
You’d shower quick and figured you could just throw one of his shirts on when you were done. Problem was, you heard him calling your name while you toweled off. “Y/N?” He was in the adjoining room. You slid across the tiles, placing your hand on the doorknob before he could open in. “Sorry. It was getting late and I had to shower.” You peeked your head out the crack in the door, cheeks burning as you gripped the towel to your chest. He just stared at your dripping wet hair for a moment, his own cheeks turning a slight shade of pink before he moved to his dresser, getting out a shirt for you. He’d leave you in peace to get yourself dressed, but when you’d step out he’d pull you towards him, kissing your temple, taking in your fresh scent. “You smell nice.” He’d mumble, arms snaking around your waist. “Why don’t you just spend the night?”
You were falling asleep against his shoulder, making it harder for him to type at his laptop. A movie was playing quietly in the background, holding neither of your attentions. Small snoring sounds came from your nose, though you’d always insist you didn’t snore. Yoongi found his attention wasn’t on his work anymore. His eyes were locked on your sleepy form.
Something sounded through the speakers of the tv, he jumped and your head flew off his arm. You looked confused and disheveled, running your hand through your hair. Not fully awake. He didn’t speak, hoping you’d give in to your dropping eyes and fall asleep against his arm again. “Oh, I’ve got to get home.” You’d say, pushing yourself up. “No.” He’d reply, catching your swaying arm. “Stay here.” You’d stare at him for a moment, blinking away the sleep. “I can’t. I have an interview early tomorrow. I haven’t even showered.” He’d push his laptop off his lap and stand up, leading you towards the bathroom. You’d receive a towel from him and the water would be on before you had another chance to protest.
For someone you hadn’t wanted to go in the first place, you were sure taking a long time in the bathroom. He contemplated checking on you but then the doorknob turned and you stepped out. “Okay. Now home.” You’d say, waving your arms towards the door. He’d shake his head and pat the bed next to him. You hardly protested and crawled in next to him. You’d rest your head on his chest and he’d wrap his arms over your shoulder. “I smell better now.” You’d whisper. That’s when he’d notice it and he’d smile, liking the sent of him on you.
It started off as him showing you a new dance he was learning. He was quite proud of it and insisted that you learn with him. Him actually teaching you only lasted a couple of minutes. You two were soon swinging each other around his living room, table and chair pushed out of the way. You dropped to the floor, panting and sweating, laughing as he stumbled back onto the couch.
“You’re a pro.” He’d say, trying to catch his breath. You’d both sit in silence for a bit, the only sound being your heavy breathing as you cooled down. “Oh gosh. It’s late. I need to get home.” You’d say, pushing yourself up from the floor. You two were having so much fun, neither of you noticed as the clock crept past one. Hoseok glanced at his phone, eyes bugging out as he noticed the time. He seemed to contemplate something for a moment before pushing himself up. “Just spend the night.” He’d say with a shrug. “I have to get home. I smell.” He’d laugh and nudge you to his bathroom. “Go shower. It’s late and I don’t want you walking home tonight.” You’d give in and he’d supply you with some clean clothing.
Hoseok would be lying in bed, eyes closing on him, the sound of the
shower lulling him to sleep. He never heard you come out. He felt the
bed dip next to him and he turned, wrapping himself in your warmth. It
wasn’t your usual smell that enveloped him. But as he settled against
your chest, pressing a kiss to your collar bone, he found himself
enjoying your scent mixed with his own. “I love you so much.” He’d murmur before falling asleep.
You two had just finished working out. Well, he just finished working out. He had gotten you to hop onto the treadmill at the very end, but it didn’t last very long. You had both returned to his place, both a little hungry and both very sweaty. It was late already, you two had gotten a late start and by the time you had dragged yourself back, the sun had set and Jimin, your ride, seemed a bit tired as he made some food in the kitchen.
“I should just call a taxi. You look exhausted.” He’d turn to you, lip jutting out into a pout. “I don’t want you to go.” He’d reply, moving over to wrap his arms around you. You’d try to pull away, whining about being smelly but he’d just laugh at you. “How about,” He’d start, glancing down, feeling a bit shy to bring the topic up. “You spend the night here? We can watch a movie and then I can bring you home in the morning?” You’d agree but insist on a shower, leaving him to start a movie up while you cleaned up.
You moved out into the living room, feeling refreshed but tired as the day came to an end. You’d settle on the couch by him, wrapping an arm around his waist. He’d run his fingers through your hair, noticing the smell of his body wash on you as he bent over to kiss your cheek. “Ah, Jagiya. You smell amazing.” He’d say, enjoying his scent on you for the rest of the night.
You were in your car, in Taehyung’s driveway. He was standing in the doorway, arm raised, waving goodbye. The rain was pelting down at the car, making it hard for you to see him. You stuck your keys into the ignition and turned, waiting to hear the car purr to life, but it didn’t happen. It made this horrible whirling sound and stopped. You tried again, but the same thing happened. With a sigh, you pulled your keys back out and opened your door. “What’s wrong?” Tae called from the house. You shrugged and popped the hood, shivering as the cold rain seeped down your shirt. You weren’t quite sure if the problem would be coming from there, but checking was your best bet. “Y/N! Come inside.” He yelled and you slammed the hood down, grabbing your bag before locking the car back up. You stood dripping in his hallway as he threw a towel over you. “I guess its a sign. Lets get you in the shower and we’ll figure it out in the morning.”
You collapsed on the couch next to him, ready to complain about your stupid, piece of junk car, when he’d press his nose to your neck. “Ahh, you smell so good, Jagi.” He’d say, causing you to chuckle. “I smell like you.” He’d pull away a bit. “But it smell so much better on you.” Up until you both fell asleep, he’d be sniffing you constantly.
It was late. You two had been playing games in his room. You were proud of yourself for actually beating him a couple of times, but as it got later, and the day started to catch up to you, you found yourself leaning against Jungkook. Remote clutched feebly in your hands as he beat you again. “I give up.” You murmur, rubbing your face into his sweatshirt. “You have me at an unfair advantage.” He’d chuckle, leaving the game at the character selection screen as he stretched. “What time is it?” He’d ask, answering his own question as he checked his phone. “Late.” You’d reply. He sat in silence for a while, seeming to contemplate something. He’d wrap his arms around you and fall back onto the bed. “How about you just stay here tonight?” He’d ask, trying to seem chill about it, but you could here the strain in his voice. “I’m okay going home, I don’t want to impose.” His voice wasn’t quite as shaky this time. “No. Stay.”
He had showered first, offering you one as an afterthought. He paced around the room, overthinking every little thing he could as he waited for you. All his thoughts went down the drain as you stumbled out of the bathroom, giving him a smile before moving over towards the bed. “Goodnight.” You’d say as you pulled the covers up. He’d just stare at you, causing you to blush a bit. He noticed the smell of his shampoo on you and was embarrassed to admit just how much he liked it on you. “Is this too weird?” You’d asked and he’d just shake his head, finally crawling into bed with you, wrapping his arms tightly around you.
I may have gotten a little carried away with this. I’m sorry it took so long to get up, I’ve been very busy lately. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
Can we talk about how Noctis treats Prompto during fights ?
I haven’t seen any post about this yet (maybe I just missed it). Yesterday as I was doing one of the secret dungeons with high level daemons I couldn’t help but notice that Noctis does treat Prompto differently than Ignis and Gladio.
Gladio is basically never in danger (0 HP) for me because his HP are so high it is difficult for him to get his ass kicked. But the few times it happened, Noctis would just pat him on his back and have a “Thanks” from Gladio.
Ignis was down a few times. And - I have never noticed before - Noctis tends to scold him. When I’d make him help Specs, the brunette would say something like “You’re the one supposed to help me/lift me up !” or just sometimes say nothing.
But Prompto, when he is down (and damn this happens a lot because this boy is so low on HP!), always has Noctis to be worried for him or concerned. Noctis will ask him if he is okay, tell him that it’s fine and to not worry (when Prompto says he “screwed up again”) or would scold him “I told you to be careful!”.
The both of them will even flirt with Prompto comparing himself to a princess being rescued by his prince !
And I also would like to mention the combos.Have you guys noticed how Noctis almost never fails to say Prompto’s name after a combo with him ? (btw I am playing with the japanese dubs, maybe it’s different for other versions). But Noctis will always end the combo saying something like “Well done Prompto!
Nice one Prompto!
” and the blondie will reply “Of course!” or just have a shy laugh.
The more I play and the more I feel like Noctis is somehow very protective toward him, whereas Prompto is supposed to be the one protecting him (just like Gladio and Ignis). And this is just so cute, showing how deep their bond is and how much Noctis care about him. I would also think that he knows his friend has self-confidence issues and that’s why he is encouraging him.
And I’m not saying he doesn’t care about Gladio and Ignis, don’t misunderstand me. They are so important to him and I’d have more things to say about these two amaazing men but I want to keep it short.
I love the sort of throw away line from Butch in 1x09 about Ginny and Mike being close.
I love the idea that THE ENTIRE TEAM notices how close they are and they just…roll with it.
Because a less grumpy Mike is something they never thought they’d see, and yeah, their captain is still a fucking curmudgeon, but there’s a noticeable difference and it’s very much attached to his closeness to Ginny Baker.
I imagine the team going up to Ginny and asking her questions about Mike’s mood before they question him about anything, just like Butch did, but Ginny probably didn’t think anything of it before their Boardner’s interlude.
Basically Mike’s so wrapped up in Ginny he doesn’t even realized how much he’s ceded over to her in terms of his every day feelings and mood.
Here’s some garbage I threw together in like half an hour about Evan having Sensory Overload because I love projecting my own problems onto these characters. Yeet,
t/w Vague mention of self harm. Sensory overload.
Have you ever gone swimming, and one moment you’re fine and the next moment your foot has slipped and you’re under the water. All you can think of is that you need air. Your heart is pounding. You panic and splash and flail until finally you find your footing, your head is above water and your lungs finally fill.
That’s how it felt for Evan Hansen as he shoved through the doors of his school one day. He didn’t know where he was going he just knew he had to get away. Away from the noise. But everywhere he went there was more noise.
Outside it was gray, wet, and deserted. It had been raining for the better part of the morning and if the thunder in the distance was any indication it would rain again. School was still in session and Evan couldn’t tell if that was better or worse.
Each drop of rain dripping off the roof, sounding like a drum. Every drop pounding in his ears and echoing in his brain. The wind rattling the leaves, the sound of cars whooshing down a nearby highway. It was all too much. The sounds and noises amplified in his brain. It was too much; all of it was too much. He needed to breathe. So he ran. He went as far as his legs would take him. They gave out as he rounded the school knees hitting the dirty pavement behind the school.
His skin felt to tight for his body and he just wanted to escape to claw himself out of here.
He scratched his nails over his arms, and tried to suck in some air. Squeezing his eyes shut. The cold pavement digging into his knees through his jeans, the smell of the rain, the drip drip drip of water off the roof. All too much all to loud.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there when a hand lands on his shoulder making him jump.
“Whoa there are you okay?”
Evan opened his eyes looking up. Connor Murphy was kneeling in front of him the heavy warm weight of his hand on Evan’s shoulder.
“What are, um, what are you doing here?” Evan said cringing at how loud his voice sounded echoing off the stone walls of the school.
“I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw you run out of class. Are you crying?”Evan hadn’t realized he had been the wet feeling of tears now becoming evident. The sound of Connor’s voice was too loud; the hand still on his shoulder was too heavy.
“Can you maybe not talk so loud, and maybe not touch me right now?” Evan whispered.
“Sorry. Sorry” was Connor’s whispered apology dropping his hand “but you have to tell me if you’re okay and is there anything I can do to help?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why wouldn’t I care? And hey stop that,” Connor whispered back glancing down to where Evan’s fingers were still digging into the skin of his arms, “you’ll hurt yourself.”
“You’re not one to talk about people hurting themselves” Evan mumbled dropping his hands. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth, “Sorry sorry. I didn’t mean that. That was mean.”
“It’s fine.” Connor said. Evan couldn’t read his expression. “How do you even know about that?”
“You pushed your sleeves up to wash your hands in the bathroom a few weeks ago. And I, uh, I saw.”
“Oh okay,” Connor said still not giving away emotion. He moved to sit next to Evan back against the wall of the school. “What happened to you? You’re changing the subject. Obviously, you don’t have to tell me but I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay. And once you’re breathing isn’t so crazy for Christ’s sake Evan, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m fine Connor. I just- I just get overwhelmed sometimes okay? And my senses can’t take anymore. Like, with, um, too many lights or sounds or something I just get hypersensitive.’
“Oh. I think I get it a little bit,” Connor said, “Is there anything that will help?”
“I usually just have to ride it out, I’m okay though I promise.” Evan mumbled tugging at the hem of his shirt, “What did you mean when you said why wouldn’t you care?”
Connor sighed and let his head rest against the wall behind him, eyes closing. Apparently satisfied at Evan’s proclamations that he was fine. “I know everyone in this school thinks I’m heartless but I’m really not. Who would just leave you here to cry or whatever?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Evan protested, “I never thought you were heartless It’s just that most people WOULD leave me here to cry. No one takes much notice of me.”
“No one ever notices me either,” Connor mumbled “maybe that’s why I couldn’t just walk away from your sorry ass. Because I know what it’s like to go unnoticed and I don’t want you to feel like that.”
Evan didn’t know what to say. He stared at the profile of Connor’s face. His head tilted up and his eyes still closed. Connor looked almost soft here. Not like something Evan had ever seen before. At least not on Connor.
“Why are you staring at me?” Connor sighed.
Oh, apparently his eyes weren’t as closed as Evan had thought.
“I have,” Evan said his voice unsteady.
“You have what?”
“Noticed you,” He admitted quietly. Quiet enough that he wouldn’t be sure Connor had even heard him if it wasn’t for the way he tensed.
“Have you?” Connor said, obviously trying to make his voice impassive but Evan caught something else laced in his tone he just couldn’t pinpoint what.
“Yes. I’ve noticed all kinds of things about you. I’ve noticed that you don’t like mayonnaise on your sandwiches and that you cut them into triangles and not rectangles. I noticed that you like to read but you try to hide it, and that you always have a book with you. And I’ve noticed that you’re not as angry as you make yourself out to be. You’re just incredibly sad.”
Connor sat up quickly, facing Evan. Evan looked at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He said too much he said way too much. Connor was angry he had to be.
“Evan,” Connor said quietly his voice breathless “Please look at me.”
Evan did. He tore his eyes from the pavement and forced himself to meet the stormy grey of Connor’s eyes.
Connor wasn’t angry. Evan didn’t know what he was. He looked open and vulnerable and so much more beautiful than Evan had ever known.
They sat like that for a while. Just looking at each other. Both too scared to break the tension the was crackling between them. Both not wanting to let go of this moment. Because in that moment they understood each other, and understanding wasn’t something either of them had gotten very often.
It made Evan feel bold. Bolder than he has in his life. For once his anxiety didn’t control him, and he reached out his hand. Meeting Connor’s hand and intertwining their fingers. It didn’t feel like too much. It felt like he could breathe. The warmth of Connor’s hand in his own sweaty hand didn’t feel overwhelming it felt right.
He hoped this was okay. He hoped he didn’t read this wrong. He needed this to be right.
Connor smiled. A bright smile. A wide smile that crept it’s way into his eyes. Evan fell in love with that smile almost instantly. All he wanted was for Connor to smile like that forever.
“I’ve noticed you too, Evan Hansen,” Connor said squeezing the hand that was still in his.
Lily almost didn’t notice the small cafe, tucked away on a busy London street. The rain had come as a surprise on her way back from university, and she was caught in the middle of it with no umbrella. Hurriedly, she sloshed through the puddles, pulling her hood further down to shield her face. Then she saw it from the corner of her eye.
Turning around, she stood in front of the cafe, admiring it in all its glory. Its teal painted, wooden exterior was completed with a large divided window with decorative potted plants clustered below it, thriving in the recent change of weather. Reaching for the door knob, she twisted it and stepped inside to be greeted by a wave of warmth. Wiping her soggy feet on the doormat, she slipped off her hood revealing her deep red hair. Inside the exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves holding books of all genres and colours. Mismatched armchairs were littered around the room in small groups, occupied by friends huddling together over warm beverages, having conversations lit by fairy lights dangled from the ceiling.
Lily stepped onto the wood floor, wet shoes leaving footprints behind them, and ambled her way towards the back of the cafe where a tall boy with noticeably messy, black hair stood behind a counter. Within a closer proximity, lily could see that he managed a deadpan expression with every word he spoke. While she was examining the chalkboard menu that hung behind him, he grumbled something that sounded along the lines of a ‘how can I help you?’ and lily wondered if he was breaking records for just how reluctant to actually follow through with that offer he looked. Skimming over the wide variety of beverages, her eyes came to a stop at a drink she was delighted to see. “Can I have a salted caramel tea, please?” Gaining his attention, the boy looked up and for a moment lily was sure his eyes softened at the sight of her, but then he quickly casted his gaze back down and proceeded to make her order. Subconsciously, she tapped her foot along to the beat of a quietly played song, coming from a record player which had been dismissed into a corner. Lily recognised it as not something up and coming, but from the memories of her childhood instead. This, and the fact that she could hear someone humming along brought a nostalgic feeling and a happy smile to her face. But when she turned her attention back to the bedraggled boy making her tea, she discovered that it was infact him humming over the bubbling of the kettle. How could such a miserable git have such good music taste? Lily found it infuriating so she ceased her foot tapping and furrowed her brow, fighting her sudden desire to like him. He placed her steamy drink on the counter, an absent-minded look in his eyes hidden behind fogged glassed as she slid him her money and took her drink in search for a chair.
Prompt/plot: Reader is a mermaid who somehow got washed up near Mirkwood. Legolas is out hunting and finds her only to take her home and to care for her. Thranduil has allowed her to stay in Mirkwood and Legolas will help her learn to walk, which leads to different things.
Warning(s): nudity, curious/confused reader about genitals
A/N: I’M HYPED FOR THIS YOOO. Also I noticed I use the word ‘quick’ in literally everything I write lmao.
Both yours and Nana’s eyes go wide open. You slap your hand over your mouth.
“No! I don’t like him I just…. ”
“I knew it! You do like him. I called it.” She proudly flips her hair and smirks.
“Oh shut up. Let’s go.” You roll your eyes and pull her along.
You’ve been trailing behind him for the past 20 minutes and notice that Soo Mi does most of the talking but manages to drag Yoongi into a bunch of places. He seemed to be enjoying it too. Naturally you followed him but you couldn’t help feel guilty for this. Yoongi had no feelings for you and you already knew you would only get hurt again.
“Nana… Maybe we should stop.”
“Why? Did I miss something?” She looks up from her phone and looks at you in a concerned way.
“I have to stop these feelings before they go too far.”
She looks up at the sky as she taps her chin and then suddenly gasps. “Well do you want to go to a blind date too?” She grabs your arms and jumps up and down.
“Thats perfect! My boyfriend said he had a friend who has finally opened up to getting a girlfriend. Apparently he’s really shy. He’s so perfect for you!”
“I’ll let him know! Yay Y/N, you’re finally going to have boyfriend and we can go on double dates and you can tell me about when he makes you happy and when you argue about stupid things! ” She was jumping up and down like there was no tomorrow.
“Nana. Calm down. I don’t want to go out a blind date yet. I’m not ready.” You calm her by putting your hands on her shoulders.
“But… Why? You said it yourself, you need to stop your feelings for Yoongi, isn’t the best way by finding something else to have feelings for?” She was noticeably disappointed.
“I know. I’m just not ready yet, I’ll let you know when I am.” You sigh, “And when I am then we can go on all the double dates you want to and I’ll tell you when he makes me happy or mad. Okay?”
“Fine… So are we going to keep following Yoongi or what?”
“Nah. Let’s have some best friend time.”
Hours go by without you noticing and before you know it, it’s already dark.
“Nana, I should probably go now. I never told Yoongi I was going out so as far as he knows, I’m missing right now.”
“Y/N. You know that you’re a grown woman right? You don’t need to let him know where you are.”
“I know but what if he thinks something happened to me?”
“Don’t worry. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to worry like that.”
“I guess. But it’s already dark. Your parents will be worried about you, what happened to your curfew?”
“As long as I don’t get home too late it’s fine. But if you really want to go first you can.” She says as she looks away.
You hug her and start to jog away until you hear her yell from behind you.
“Make sure to tell me what happens with Yoongi!”
When you get to the front door you realize you don’t have the key, so you ring the door bell.
“Yoongi. Are you home?” You knock a few times until the door bursts open.
“WHERE WERE YOU?!” Yoongi yells.
“I just went-“
"Do you know how worried I was? Where did you go?”
“I just went out.” You roll your eyes, “if you had let me finish talking you’d know.” You mumble under your breath.
“What?” Yoongi looked furious.
“I was with my friend. Don’t worry about it.”
“How can I not worry especially after what happened before?” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
“You left and I had nothing to do.”
“You should have at least called or texted me to let me know!”
“I don’t have your number. I’m not good enough to have your number.”
“What did you say?” He looks you straight in the eyes but you look away.
“Nothing” You push past him but he grabs your arm.
“What do you mean you’re not good enough?”
“Nothing. Stop asking.”
“No. Explain yourself. You keep saying these things but you don’t tell me what I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my own fault for ever thinking I had a chance with you. And why is it so wrong for me to go out? You were having the best time of your life with that girl.”
His grip loosens and you pull your arm away and go into his room. It was a good thing you had already eaten with Nana or else it would be awkward going back out there and facing Yoongi.
“Y/N?” There was a light knock on the door.
“What?” Annoyance was clearly in your voice.
“Can we talk?” He peeks into the room.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember what I did and said to you that would make you feel that way. Can you just tell me so I can fix it?”
“Why would I want to remind myself of the humiliation?”
“Can you just tell me?”
“If you really want to know, think harder. I’m going to take a shower.” You grab some clothes and hurry into the bathroom before Yoongi can stop you.
Thinking back to what you were talking to about with Nana before you left made you feel slightly guilty because you did make Yoongi worried about you in the end. Who cares? No one told him to worry. It was his fault you were mad at him.
The next morning was even more awkward than you expected. Yoongi had made you breakfast again. But the second you sat down, he got up and washed his plate.
Ugh. Why did you feel so bad? It’s not like you did anything bad.
He either heard you say his name and didn’t want to talk to you or he was in a rush but he hurried into his room.
He comes out a few minutes later ready to go out.
"Are you going somewhere?” You finish up the last bit of your orange juice.
“Don’t worry about it.” He says a little too harshly and leaves.
“I was just curious. Jeez, no need to be so angry.” You say to the Yoongi that was no longer there, “Wait! Is he going to see what’s her name? Um. Soo Mi? Wow. Okay. Abandon me and go to her.” You angrily wash your plate and reach for your phone to call Nana.
“Y/N! Perfect timing I was just going to call you!”
“I’ll go on the blind date.”
“What? Really? Really??”
“Yeah. Let your boyfriend’s friend know.”
“I’m going to call him right now and then I’ll let you know when to meet up. I’m so excited now! What changed your mind?”
“Let’s meet up. I’ll explain everything.” You say and then decide to meet at a little cafe.
The flames licked at her, curling around her legs. She felt no pain, though; a surprising softness engulfed her. She welcomed it, spreading her arms wide. The flames grew, nuzzling up her body, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire around her.
The flames…moaned? It was the only way she could describe the noise, a low sound coming from deep within the blaze. It sounded almost human, that low roar.
And within that white-hot center emerged a white-hot face. Strong features, sharp bones.Two blue flames stared at her, into her.
And with the sudden realization that only happens in dream, Claire became aware that this wasn’t a fire that surrounded her. It was a man’s long red hair that curled around her. A man’s electric blue eyes that shocked her. A man’s large hands that warmed her…
Not a man. Her man. Her artist.
He smiled at her, a mischievous half-grin. It was infectious; she smiled back, unsure of what they were smiling about, but knowing that she wanted to be a part of it.
Her stomach began to rise toward her throat, a jittery feeling that spread throughout. Sweat was beading on her skin. She was hot, burning, as if in a real fire now…
Claire woke with a start, and found that she was, indeed, hot and sweaty. Not the pleasant warmth, but a sickly heat. She ran to the toilet and thoroughly emptied her stomach.
Jamie’s brain was becoming too big for his skull. At least that’s what it felt like. He peeked an eye open, staring through the curtains. Overcast. Rainy. He rolled over, trying not to vomit in the process, and fell back asleep.
Claire watched the chasing raindrops from her window. Her thoughts flew back to that dream; wanting to remember, wanting to forget. Her mind was being consumed by thoughts of him, waking and dreaming. She could not escape him.
Did she even want to?
The rain began to soften, mere tears from the sky. Claire debated. Should she go to the park? Would he be there?
Did that matter?
It didn’t. Although she wished to see him, her time at the park was her favorite part of the day. When she was surrounded by green. It gave her a peace and focus she hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. And she had many tests to grade.
She sat at a picnic table today, papers strewn about it, held down with a couple rocks.
Well, Josh, you obviously have no idea what a chloroplast is. And you’ve known about this test how long? IT IS ON YOUR SYLLABUS.
Claire taught freshman Biology at the local university. It was a required course, not matter if you were Pre-Med or Computer Science. And some answers she received… She shook her head.
Gargantuan apparatus? Did he mean Golgi apparatus? Jesus H. Roosevelt…
The test fluttered before flying off into the wind.
“Christ!” Claire went after the papers, grabbing futilely with open hands. The test floated through the air, skidded the ground, and ascended again. And if she wasn’t so damn frustrated, she might have likened it to a large butterfly. As it were, she didn’t have the patience for poetry at the moment.
Perhaps by coincidence or fate, the papers landed on a pair of laced brown boots. As if in slow motion, she watched as blue stained fingertips reach down and grab her pages. She knew who those blue fingertips belonged to in her heart and soul. And brain. Only artists and cosmetologists had fingers stained in such a way.
Her gazed travelled slowly up his body, to his grinning face. The same grin he wore in her dream last night…
This close, he could see things about her that he had never noticed before. She had a handful of freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks. Or how her canines were a bit long, giving her a vampirish smile.
“Thank you.” She was English. Also something he never noticed. A sharp, clear accent. A church bell at noon.
“No trouble, lass,” he smiled, trying to calm his racing heart. He was a good actor. He could manage a conversation without making a fool out of himself. At least, he hoped so.
“I could have been in big trouble had I lost this,” she chuckled, a much lower sound than he would have expected.
“Aye. I’m sure,” he squinted at the paper. “Josh would no appreciate ye losing his test.”
“Well, he probably failed anyway, so…” She spoke candidly, before clapping a hand over her mouth. “I should not be speaking about a student like that…”
“Dinna fash. Yer secret’s safe wi’ me.” He put a finger over his mouth is a ‘shh’ gesture. She laughed, showing off her wolfy grin.
“I’m Claire, by the way.” Claire. The click of a tongue, a swallowed ‘r.’ He had met a few Claires before, but none of their names sounded so musical.
“Jamie.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “Have I seen ye here before?” Damnit, Fraser.
“Oh, probably,” she answered with a flip of her hand. “I’m here almost everyday. I love nature.”
And I love ye.
“Oh, aye. I’m here often as well.” He looked down. This conversation had taken a dive bomb straight to the concrete.
“You’re an artist, aren’t you?” He was surprised to hear her speak. Surprised she was still in front of him, eyebrow cocked.
“Huh? Oh, aye. Yes. I am.” Did she like artists?
“I thought so. I’ve seen you too. You have a sketchbook with you all the time.”
“Ye never know when inspiration may hit.” He didn’t feel the need to tell her that inspiration always hit when he saw her.
“Of course. Well, I’ve got to finish my work. Perhaps I’ll see you around?”
I’ve been steadily losing most of my hearing from a very young age. I learned to talk and can still interact with people if I am wearing hearing aids but if I leave them out, I am totally deaf. Cannot hear a thing. Nada. Zilch. I used to have a roommate who would practice playing the tuba while I slept only ten feet away. This does suck sometimes because I can’t properly enjoy music (radio is just white noise to me) and it’s hard to hold down a job when your customers keep getting frustrated at your poor communication skills but usually I don’t mind it. I’ve always been the type who enjoys peace and quiet so when I’m home, I can take my hearing aids out and relax in total silence.
As you may have gathered from the title, the problem with this is it’s impossible for me to tell if that silence is empty or not.
I first started suspecting that something may be wrong the first time I had a woman over at my new house. It was a nice, medium sized dwelling in a small town that I inherited from my grandpa. I was in the bedroom and things were getting kind of hot between me and the young woman I brought home when she suddenly stopped and motioned for me to put my hearing aids in, which I did. She was scared when she spoke.
It’s funny but he’s never noticed the sky before. Not until it turns blood red, seeping into orange, black smoke trailing like an ugly rip that shows what this planet’s become.
He’s never noticed how it used to be blue, not until Clarke leans her head on his shoulder and lets out a sigh. “It doesn’t look right. It looks so– angry.”
There is a wrinkle in her nose as she speaks, something Bellamy would call cute once upon a time but now it’s just tragic because she turned eighteen two weeks ago and now the Earth is dying.
“Yeah, it does.”
Because what is he supposed to say - shit, we’ve lived in the sky for so long but I’ve never actually thought to look up once we landed on Earth and now I want to smash my head against the walls -
stupid stupid stupid
They’re gonna make it out of this one, Bellamy’s pretty sure. Nothing has managed to kill them so far and after everything they’ve done, they’d be lucky to get away.
No, they’re gonna survive this too and it doesn’t give him hope, not like it should. It just makes him feel tired, small, like he’d be happy to just curl up, and not take care of a hundred people for a few years.
He’s staring at the sky, a kid somewhere close by shouting “It’s red, the sky is red!” with actual enthusiasm in his voice, when he feels Clarke’s hand slip into his.
“Are you scared?” she asks, freezing cold fingers and her face peering out of two vests and a scarf. If they were all gonna survive in here, the heating can’t be turned up, Raven explained. Then she shoved a coat at him and called it a friendship.
It’s as good as anything, Bellamy figures.
But no, he’s not scared. “I’m just annoyed.”
Clarke scoffs, glimmer in her eyes and there’s that blue he should’ve thought to look at but never did. The sky used to be like that every day and he never looked up. It sounds like something straight out of a song, a metaphor for learning to do better the next time around but it feels like he’s been given one too many chances.
“Yeah, you would be. Bellamy Blake, annoyed that he didn’t get to sacrifice himself or something equally as noble or stupid.”
“That’s how I feel.”
“You don’t know how you feel,” she shoots back, dropping his hand to step up on the tips of her toes, her nose nearly brushing his. Now she’s angry and it just makes him laugh, how persistent she is. “When’s it gonna be enough, huh? When are you actually going to get that you’re just a person, you’re not all good or all bad, you’re just a person. You’re trying to do good, sure, yeah, but Bell - we don’t get to be that. We don’t get to be good people. What, are we going to make flower crowns instead of making calls to save our people? Do you seriously think that was ever an option?”
In the last six months that they’ve been trying to save the people (if they can’t save the world) they’ve barely had time to talk but Bellamy’s noticed - of course he has - how much Clarke’s changed. How more at ease she seems, sure of herself, knowing that her back isn’t big enough for all the kill marks but seemingly not having a problem with it.
He wishes he could do the same but all the horrible things he’s done just come back to haunt him in the end and he still can’t stop seeing Gina whenever he closes his eyes, can’t stop imagining what it must’ve been like for Octavia to see Lincoln, just can’t stop torturing himself. He’s escaped actual torture but he’s trying to make up for it, one thought at a time.
“I should’ve been out there” is all he says in the end, Clarke huffing and panting in front of him, biting into her lower lip to wait him out. And then she rolls her eyes, a moment of her resolve cracking before she slips back into her place next to him.
The hallway is full of people by now. Everyone’s come to watch the end of the world. Again.
“If you think I’m going to try to give you forgiveness again, you’re wrong. You don’t need it anymore.”
“So you don’t need it either?”
This is how they are: she’ll come into his room late at night when she can’t sleep and he’ll pretend like he doesn’t hear her calling out the names of the people she’s loved (one night she dreams of Wells and wakes up crying, lets Bellamy help her pick up all the pieces she’s lost along the way and remember the good things). Bellamy will jab at her and then he’ll apologize, he’ll sneak into her bed just before the dawn and she’ll start talking, won’t stop until he’s had at least half an hour of shut-eye.
This time, she shakes her head. “No. And you don’t, either. So just get your head straight and let’s do this. Let’s watch the world end and let’s start again in the morning.”
She makes it sound so easy and Bellamy wishes he could believe it really is. It’s not. But he nods all the same, takes a hold of her hand and laces their fingers together. The trees start burning on the other side of the glass.
Clarke’s cheek is soft against his forehand when she brings it up for a nuzzle and he can’t help himself, wraps an arm around her waist even though she should probably be angry with her for calling him out.
But she’s also his best friend and he’d rip his heart out of his chest if it meant Clarke being safe and happy, so. It’s not like he can help himself. And the world is ending, after all.
Two hours later there’s nothing but green smoke where air should be and the people have gone back to their rooms, nothing more left to see but stumps where flowers have once been.
That’s when he’ll kiss her, slide a hand into her choppy locks and hold her close until they’re both breathless and laughing.
“No forgiveness, huh?”
Clarke’s lips are red and her eyes are burning. The world’s end’s got nothing on her. “No. Not anymore. Now we fight.”
okay so I don’t know if anyone’s noticed this before but I was annotating acomaf fore english yesterday and I noticed something–we all know how acomaf is broken into 3 parts, but I’d never noticed how she breaks them up. she always starts each part with a quote that basically summarizes what the next few chapters will contain. lets look at the quotes: (this might get a little long so i’ll do one of those line thingies)
part one - house of beasts:
“I vomited into the toilet, hugging the cool sides, trying to contain the sounds of my retching.” (page 5)
This quote gives you a sense of unease, right? She’s puking, she’s trying to hide it so she won’t wake Tamlin. She’s miserable, but doesn’t want Tamlin to know. That pretty much sums up the first part of acomaf, right?
part two - house of wind:
“‘Welcome to my home,’ Rhysand said.” (page 135)
In part 2, Rhysand shows Feyre his home, Velaris, his court, the Court of Nightmares, and introduces her to his inner circle, who are home for him. He tells her his backstory and opens up to her more than ever. His home becomes her home, and they become each other’s home. Sums up part 2 pretty well, in my opinion.
part three - house of mist:
“There was a deep, sunken tub in the floor of the mountain cabin–large enough to accommodate Illyrian Wings.” (page 503)
Well, let’s look at the obvious, there’s that scene in the tub in chapter 55. But there’s also the cauldron scene in part 3, and guess what Feyre describes the cauldron to look like? A deep, sunken tub.
There’s also that theory that Nesta is an Illyrian meaning she would have Illyrian wings and the quote mentions the tub accommodating Illyrian wings but I don’t really believe that theory…
I don’t know if anyone else noticed this or if it’s already been talked about or if this was even intentional and therefore if I am just reading too much into things but… what are your feelings on this?
Sansa decided to lay low for Valentine’s Day this year. With no boyfriend to leave flowers in her locker or take her out to a real sit-down dinner, the whole day felt pointless. However, binging on popcorn and watching rom-coms would have to wait, as her mom had sent her to the grocery store for milk. Sansa had done well to avoid the seasonal aisle, brimming with stuffed animals and chocolates, opting for the next aisle over. It had greeting cards and household supplies like light bulbs and batteries. Even though the wall of cards had a relatively large section dripping in red and pink, Sansa felt she could breeze by without feeling just how single she was on the day meant for couples.
Answering the anon request sent to @omeliafics about the floss. (x)
Hope you like it! 💖💖
floss talk is heartbreaking. Something about the little things, the quiet
things, how they know each other so in and out.” – Shonda Rhimes, about the Omelia the scene in 13x15.
Being in a meaningful
relationship with someone, where you genuinely care for the person and would do
anything for them is the best thing in the world. It means you love and are
loved. It means you protect and are protected. It means you cherish and are
cherished. It means you take care of and are taken care of.
means you learn a bunch of little things about each other. How the person likes
their coffee, which side of the bed they like best, if they squeezed the
toothpaste tube in the middle or the end, that sort of thing.
those little things, you learn the weird habits. In Amelia Shepherd’s case, not
being able to sleep without flossing.
the first time they slept together. Just sleep, no sex. Because the very first
night they spent together was hot, so damn hot.
He remembered clothes flying everywhere and the softness of her skin.
first time they just slept together, he remembered both of them dragging their
feet into his tiny trailer and quickly getting ready for bed. Owen was already
lying on his back when he heard her voice coming from the tiny bathroom.
“Do you have any floss?”
His eyes squinted at the weird request “Um… I don’t
Amelia immediately appeared in front of the bed,
outrage completely evident in her face. “What do you mean you don’t have floss?
How can you not have floss?”
“I just brush my teeth…”
“Owen, I can’t sleep without flossing!”
“You fell asleep just fine the other night.”
“Yeah, well, you tired me out.”
“Do you want me to tire you again?”
In the many
nights that followed he had come to learn just how serious she was when she
said she couldn’t sleep without flossing. It was actually kind of funny how
restless she’d get when she was forced to sleep without flossing.
Owen looked at the clock on his nightstand and it
“Amelia, stop moving around.”
“I can’t sleep!”
“I promise I’ll buy you some floss tomorrow
“You don’t understand, Owen, I need it now!” she kicked her legs, throwing
the cover off of him, and reminding him of the time his sister Megan threw a
huge fit when she was five after losing her teddy bear at the park.
“Dimple, come on, I have a surgery early in the
morning, I really need to sleep.”
She huffed, turned her back to him and didn’t
move the rest of the night.
such an important part of her life that in consequence it became an important
part of his life as well. Owen couldn’t even remember a single shopping list
that didn’t include ‘floss’.
He smiled, put the list in his pocket and went
shopping. And when he came back home, the same old conversation took place.
you some floss.”
“Did you get some for you too?”
“You know I don’t use floss.”
“I don’t understand how you’re able to sleep
without flossing.” The amount of time they’ve had this conversations was
insane. But he loved the familiarity of it nonetheless.
was funny how a simple thing as floss had such an impact on her life and in
consequence on other’s around her. More specifically, him.
never forget that time they went on vacation to Bali a few years ago and he had
the audacity, her words not his, of
forgetting to pack floss. As soon as he sat his ass on the plane seat he remembered
the floss on top of the sink, completely forgotten. Amelia was going to have
his head on a spike. He was a dead man.
prayed he’d be able to sneak into an airport store or something and buy some
floss before she noticed he had forgotten. Otherwise he could kiss his precious
‘relaxing time’ goodbye.
however, were not answered, because as soon as they got to their room Amelia started
unpacking and, suspiciously quickly, noticed he had not packed any floss. It was
like she knew he’d forget and was just waiting for the right time to let him
know he’d never be allowed to pack for any future vacations ever again.
“I told you multiple times to pack the floss,
“I can’t sleep without it!”
“I really can’t sleep without it!”
“Dimple, it’s one night
without it. It’s not like your teeth are gonna fall out.”
discovered that was the wrong thing to say because it only dragged the argument
for longer than necessary. But once she had the floss and was happy with her
teeth properly cleaned, it was actually one of the best vacations he had ever
in his bed, in their home, after a long day at the hospital, Owen was quietly
staring at the ceiling, while Amelia lay asleep next to him.
everything he and Amelia had been through, both separately and together, there
was literally nothing he’d do differently. He had never been happier his entire
had a feeling tomorrow morning he’d be a little happier. It was the weekend,
they both had the day off and he planned to spend it all in bed, cuddling and
relishing in the fact that he had his wife all to himself.
And just as
he was about to close his eyes to sleep, he heard a voice coming from outside
the bedroom’s door.
You remember that theory about anti right? Anti never left, never lost control over jacks body. He still has it to this day.
I suddenly realized something that I haven’t noticed or thought about before. Anti seemed to like this pose a lot reaching out his hand to the camera. Have you noticed that he does the exact same pose, in the video posted after anti took over in “Say Goodbye”, at the start of “Happy Halloween”,… and when he does this he yells “BOO! Did I scare you?” Him saying this. “Did I scare you…?” It wasn’t Jack who said it cause Jack didn’t scare us but Anti surely did. Which only strengthens the whole “anti never left” theory… cause anti was there in the video “Happy Halloween”, taking on an act he knew so far too well after spending such a long time stuck in his head. Actually asking us if he scared us as if this whole thing was fake, a set up, only to frighten the viewers for funs and scares. To not reveal himself for millions he kept on acting even to this day. And Jacks gone.
I don’t know if you all noticed before me that this is something you’ve known for ages and I’m super slow too catch on…
But it really hit me strong today rewatching anti clips. So I wanted to share it just to get my oh so surprising and shocking thoughts out there
‘Hello everyone, Jooheon’s the name… and just a head up, don’t try me if you don’t want to get hurt, arasso?’
Those were the words that left Jooheon’s mouth during his first day. Those well-known girls were already swooning over him, boys were scoffing at his remark, others didn’t even give a damn about him, and you were one of those who didn’t give a damn about him.
Looking at the window, you just sighed when the teacher told Jooheon to sit beside you. A lot of groans and complaints were heard when they saw Jooheon walking down towards your direction with a smug look plastered all over his face.
“Hey there, baby.”
And that was the start of the day when Jooheon started being a douche bag towards you. Jooheon wasn’t going to give up on a girl like you, different from all the other girls out there.
“Good afternoon Sir, what can I get for you– Oh, it’s you.”the smile on your face was immediately wiped off when you met the gaze of Jooheon’s friend, Yoo Kihyun. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I don’t want to see that… what do you call that thing?” Kihyun points his index finger at your face with a sly smile.
Taking a deep breath, you flash him the fakest smile that you’ve ever had and repeated what you just said earlier, “What can I get for you, Sir?” you gave emphasis on the word ‘sir’, only to see his face turn serious.
“Iced Americano.” Without waiting for any response from you, he slammed the the exact amount on the counter and left, making you heaving a deep sigh before going behind the counter to make his order.
Busy with his order, you were to oblivious to notice the stares from MX. Jooheon, the leader of the gang, couldn’t help but feel amused by your actions, words and even expressions. He’s never met a girl like you, except for the girls whom he met during those hand-in-hand combats he’s experienced.
“Man, she’s something.” Kihyun looks at Jooheon before crossing his arms on his chest. “She’s an enigma, hyung. What do you even like about her?” Changkyun sighs with his eyes glued on Jooheon, who was now smirking at his friends.
Noticing the look on Jooheon’s face, Hyungwon sighs,“I guess I have to dig up some information about her then.” Giving Hyungwon a pat on Hyungwon’s shoulder made everyone groan at how obvious and transparent their leader was.
“Where would you even find information about that–”
“Mr. Pink Princess with the navy blue jacket! Please get your order here!”
Kihyun instinctively snaps his head towards your direction and mutters a couple of swear words before standing up to get his drink from you. The sound of snickers filled the air, making Kihyun’s blood boil in anger.
“Yah, what did you call me?” Before you knew it, Kihyun grabbed you by the collar and pulled you towards him with his drink in between the two of you. “Why? Did I hurt your little ego?”
“Why I ought to–” Kihyun immediately lets go of your collar before wincing in pain, making the boys look at the two of you with eyes wide as saucers. Now, it was you who was grabbing Kihyun by the collar, “That’s just a warning. If you’d get on my nerves one more time, you better watch out.” You whispered to his ear before letting him go with his drink in his hands.
Kihyun walks back to their table with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Hey, I think she’s hiding something.” Kihyun said before plopping his drink down on the table, his eyes looking at the boys faces.
“She’s quite feisty, isn’t she?” Wonho looks at Kihyun, only to burst out into fits of laughter at the sight of a red-eared Kihyun. “But then, she’s pretty ordinary tho.” Shownu added, earning a nod from each of the boys.
“We don’t know actually. That girl’s practically a nobody and she’s not really open with her life.” Minhyuk concluded as he stared off to space, losing his self in his own train of thoughts.
“[y/n], our teacher wants to see you in his office.” Your class president notifies you, to which you only responded with a nod. Standing up from your seat without glancing to your seatmate, who was currently looking at your every move, you left without saying anything.
Jooheon’s eyes carefully looks around and sees that no one was paying attention to him, he skillfully removes the baby blue key chain, that has your name on it, from your bag and swiftly puts it inside his pocket. A smile slowly tugs on the corner of his mouth before he proceeds to the canteen to eat something with the boys.
“Guess what,” Jooheon beamed before plopping himself beside Changkyun, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “What?” Everyone looked at Jooheon, snickering at what they’re seeing.
“What the heck is that?”
“Her keychain. I stole it from her without her knowing.” Jooheon flashes them the biggest grin and a tint of pink was present on his cheeks, making the boys howl in amusement.
“Don’t tell me… you like her?!”
“Well, what if I do like her?” Jooheon retorted with a sly smirk. Minhyuk couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He gawked at him and muttered the words that popped out from his mind.
“Are you serious?”
“Hm, we don’t know. Anyway, here’s a new offer from the other gang.”
“Okay, class, all of you have done well in your exams and now, I’m going to announce who our top one is. Are you guys excited?”
“No.” everyone lifelessly chorused. Mr. Sung gathered the papers in his hands and casually looks at the very first paper. Clearing his throat, he fixes his glasses with his finger and announces, “Our top one is no other than…. Ms. [y/n]! Congratulations!”
Everyone stared at you in surprise. All of you weren’t even the first few months and yet here you are, acing all of the tests with perfect scores.
You aren’t just a girl who’s taking some part-time job at a cafe, you are also someone who really dedicates themselves in their studies despite the intense training of Kyokushin Karate and Krav Maga every single day for how long God knows. “And our top two is… omo… Mr. Lee Jooheon.”
Your mouth went wide open, eyes wide as saucers. It was unlikely for a leader of a notorious gang to get some good-ass grades, not to mention one of the top five. Jooheon, on the hand, was nonchalant about it and nodded.
“How can…” you unconsciously muttered under your breath, making Jooheon look at you with his piercing gaze and his signature smirk.
“How can a gangster like me get good grades like you? Well, try thinking about it baby.” He effortlessly winks at you before returning his attention back to the teacher with a smug look.
Thousands of thoughts immediately flooded your mind. Dang it! Of course… his mind needs to work fast to analyze and solve different problems, or may I say obstacles when he’s out there doing their thing… it’s just like if he puts his mind into something, he really gets good results, you thought while gently slamming your fist on your desk, only to earn a chuckle from your seatmate.
“Okay class, since all of you have passed the exams, I’ll be giving you this time as a break to celebrate the good results that we’ve got.” Before Mr. Sung could even leave the room, everyone bursts out into a loud cheer.
“Don’t tell me you’re studying, Nerdy?” He asks while pulling some of the strands of your hair up. The room was loud but it was certainly quiet between the two of you. You didn’t even bother answering his question as you focused on the textbook right in front of you.
Receiving no response from you, Jooheon scoffs as he could feel his blood boil through his veins by the second he realizes that you didn’t give a damn about him. “Yah.” He lifts himself off the chair and kicks your table, creating a ruckus.
Jooheon slammed his hand on your table and lowers his upper body down and looks at you in the eye. You didn’t even bother giving him a reaction as you just stared right back at him. “You do know who I am, right?” Pushing the side of your head harshly with his fingers, you took a deep breath before returning you gaze back to him.
“You’re Jooheon. So, what? Is there a reason for me to give a damn about you?” Jooheon could feel his tummy churn as the butterflies went wild at how brave you are. He could feel his cheeks heat up but it didn’t matter since he started to like how your expression never changes.
“Tss, I like you.”
You could feel that everything just stopped right in front of you. “What?” Blood was slowly rising up to your cheeks as you stared at Jooheon with wide eyes, making him snicker at how beet-red you were. “I’m just messing with you.” He says before leaving you dumfounded in your seat.
By the time Jooheon left, some of the girls started to gather around you, asking you if you’re okay and some of the boys even fixed your table back to its place before grunting some curses under their breaths.
It was already past nine when all of you were dismissed from school. Jooheon and his gang left earlier than everyone else. The road to your apartment was awfully quiet for your liking. Holding you bag close to your chest, you fastened your pace when you heard footsteps right ahead of you.
Shit, you mentally cursed and it was already too late for you to turn back when a group of men surrounded you and grabbed your bag. Gripping tightly on your bag, you pulled it with all your might and you were about to get pounced by those at you back when you heard a couple of bodies falling onto the ground with a loud thud, making you look back to see MX.
“What the heck are you guys doing here?!” You yelled, finally getting your bag from the man who was trying to steal and pounce at you. “We’re not saving you ass, princess.” Changkyun sarcastically barked before throwing a punch at the dude whom he just punched seconds ago.
“I don’t need your help!” You were now pushed towards an empty alley by Shownu and no one from them even bother talking to you. Watching them from a far, you noticed that they had telescopic baton with them. You were about to warn them about it but it was too late, they were slowly getting beaten up the group of men.
Knowing that they’ll be dead if you didn’t do anything, you didn’t think twice and threw yourself to the group of men, disarming the first man who attacked you. Almost breaking their arm off, you acted fast and did a spinning back kick on the other man who just decided to attack you.
MX were sprawled on the ground, heavily panting with busted lips and aching body parts. They were surprised to see how skilled you were in street fighting. Jooheon, who tried to get up, crawled towards Shownu but then was flat on the ground when one of the men kicked him hard on the back, only to be thrown to the other side after getting kicked by you. “Get the hell away from him!” Jooheon looked up and was surprised when you were the one who’s being thrown to the wall after being hit on the right knee with a baton, a grunt escaping your bloodied mouth.
“You better have a death wish you, motherf*****s!!” you yelled and lunged towards the remaining two with a telescopic baton on both of your hands. Swinging your arms skillfully, you were able to knock the man on the left out by hitting his head really hard with the baton, which was also a bad move, allowing the other one to take the chance to hit you at the back of your head with so much force, making you collapse on the ground.
Shownu, who has finally regained all of his strength, grabbed the nearest material beside him and smacked it on the head of the man who just attacked you. Finally, the chaos finally died down and the only thing left for everyone to worry was you.
You were laying face flat on the floor, blood was slowly tricking down at the back of your head. Jooheon scrambled to his feet and brought you to his arms. “We need to take her to the hospital now!”
Without being told again, everyone moved quickly to their feet and hurriedly brought you to their van, speeding off by the second all of the finally got in. Time was ticking, and your condition was getting worse by the second passes by.
Finally arriving at the hospital, Jooheon dashed out from the van with you in his arms, calling all the nurses to assist you right away, which they immediately did. The other nurses noticed how badly beaten the boys were, they offered immediate service and started treating the bruises, wounds, and other possible broken bone there is in their bodies.
Jooheon, on the other hand, was restless. Being reassured that you were already being attended by their head doctor didn’t really help. He knew how serious it was going to be when he saw the impact of the baton on your head. Quietly nibbling on his lower lip, his eyes wandered around the emergency room and saw a lot of patients being treated.
After a couple of minutes, all of them were finally treated and now they were left in the waiting area. Jooheon couldn’t even bare the thought of you dying just because you saved them. Pacing back and forth with both of his hands tucked inside his pockets, he glances up at the clock from time to time.
The boys tried to calm their leader down but it was no use, any suggestions being said just went pass through his other ear. Shaking their legs, they continued to wait in silence for almost five hours when the doctor finally came out.
“Are there any relatives of the young lady who just got in here?” The doctor asked and looked at the boys, unfazed at the sight of the well-known gang. “I-I am.” Jooheon raised his hand without thinking. “The operation was a success however there’s a fifty percent chance of her dying and being alive. She has a lot of broken bones and I won’t ask what happened but they obviously from fighting or an accident. In addition to her injuries, she’s in a critical condition due to the bleeding inside her head however, we were able to do something about it but we could not reassure you when she’s going to wake up.”
“We’ll be checking on her from time to time whether the bleeding returned or something came up unexpectedly. The patient has been successfully transferred to her room and you can visit her but only one person is allowed to stay with her for the rest of the night.” The doctor continued, ripping his eyes off from the boys then back to Jooheon, “If you guys have any questions, just approach me in my office. Now, please excuse me I have to go attend to other patients.”
Without uttering any other word, the doctor left, leaving the boys utterly speechless. “Did he just say… she has a fifty percent chance of living?” Wonho asked from the background. Jooheon was obviously devastated with what he just heard and he couldn’t help but blame himself for what happened.
“Do you guys remember the faces of the men we just got into a fight awhile ago?” Jooheon questions out of the blue, turning around to face the boys. Looking at Jooheon with so much confusion, they nodded their heads without asking any questions.
“Good. We’ll be sending them to their deathbeds. Call up my brother and notify him about this.” Jooheon ordered the boys, and left without hearing their voices. Shownu, who looked at Jooheon’s retreating back, sighed and looked at the second eldest.
“Wonho, I’ll be making you incharge of this. Lead the boys and I’ll follow you after talking to Jooheon, okay?” The boys nodded and separated without any complains.