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Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.

Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).

One of my responsibilities was to make sure my building’s loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day we’ve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ✶ LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ✶ NO PARKING ✶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.

Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long there’d be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.

Clubbers would take advantage of my building’s valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.

Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so they’d leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.

Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, we’d call our city’s parking enforcement and they’d get a $90 ticket for their troubles.

One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.

“Hey bro, you got one out front.”

I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk ‘97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that I’d go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.

My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.

Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, he’d get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didn’t pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).

I sighed and looked at my buddy.

“Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.”

I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.

“Hey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally it’s not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.”

The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.


I looked at my watch. It was about 10:30PM. I continued my spiel.

“Parking enforcement here is pretty strict. You should move your vehicle or you might get ticketed–”


“Have a good night sir.”

He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I key’d up my radio.

“8million to dispatch.”

“8million, go ahead.”

“Can you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when you’re ready for the plate.”

Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.

I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.

A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radio’d me.

“Hey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?”

“Sure is.”

“You gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?”


Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.

“Hey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.”

We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.

“What’s the story here?”

I told them what happened and the driver’s response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.

“8million, you got the time?”

“Yeah, it’s… 12:27AM.”

“Well it’s a whole new day now isn’t it?”

Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.

“Hey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?”

“Sounds about right.”

Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officer’s hands and they left to continue their patrols.

The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.


“Negative, I just finished clearing it.”


I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.

After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like he’d lost at least one fight.

We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.

With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.

As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when you’re ready.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do pynch for the ship thing please <3




who is more likely to hurt the other?

I mean. Adam doesn’t usually get hurt by ronan so much as he gets annoyed. disappointed. pissed. He never lets ronan’s venom actually get to his veins, he’s too busy telling him how unnecessary the flash of fang is. ronan on the other hand. like. he’s easy to hurt. adam would never in his life want to hurt ronan (it’s his honest to god nightmare) but I think ronan works himself into such a despair at the smallest jealousies and perceived injustices that adam could make one careless comment and ronan would fixate on it

who is emotionally stronger?

ohhhh adam. it’s adam. He’s been dragging so much emotional rubble for so long that he’s built up a tolerance. strong is like The Most adam adjective that I can think of. ronan never had to get to adam’s level of detachment and dissociation bc the first 15 years of his life were gorgeous and easy, and he’s still growing into his protective shell. Adam had to be born in his

who is physically stronger?

it’s ronan tbH he has the upper body strength of a boxer and the broad shoulders of a lynch (but also adam has clever hands and muscular thighs from years of biking everywhere and he can handle himself)

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ouch. They’re both capital R Reckless when they’re together and they have some brutal years under their belts. adam has some poorly set knobbly fingers and ronan has an old snapped clavicle that took forever to heal and constantly bruised knuckles so like. idk. In the future, when adam parrish has escaped from his childhood prison, I’d like to think that they both get ugly minor injuries from doing joyful ramp and dolly and shopping cart type activities only

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

surprisingly difficult question to answer bc I mean. It’s ronan. but is it? he systematically winds people up and adam is so deeply irritated by him that he straight up walks away, but also adam can be ice cold?? it’s so easy to get to ronan. They both fumble and call each other mean names when they want to compliment each other it’s a big mess

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

holy shit would you believe neither??? the most stubborn humans on this earth!! record holders!! we got some emotional repression folks! hooooo boy

adam never starts arguments for no reason so he’s always thinking it through and coming to the conclusion that he’s in the right?? surprise he ain’t apologizing

meanwhile ronan can’t stop being cruel even though he knows it’s hurting people, it’s this vicious self-protective instinct that hurts so good and so wrong. and then his pride gets in the way once he’s cooled down. but he will come to st agnes on his knees and grab adam’s hand and try to make it clear that he’d step on his own pride on the way to adam’s door

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

sad & unfortunate :(( adam treats ronan’s solely bc ronan doesn’t know how the fuck to treat an injury and also ‘none of them wanted to hurt adam parrish’, so ronan’s got his stupid pointless anger related scrapes and adam’s got his anti-bacterial gel and they are a dream team

who is in constant need of comfort? 

neither of them come out on top here man. They’ve had some shared harrowing experiences, and some separate trauma that they’re trying to tell each other about (if their stories could just stop. sticking. when they try to say them out loud). in v different ways, neither of their families are families. Ronan doesn’t let himself fall asleep, and he doesn’t let himself go through things, and the repression starts to calcify into cruelty like it did right after his father died. adam can’t stop thinking about gansey on the roadside, and he can’t be touched some days, most days. he can’t stop swimming or he’ll die. He can’t keep swimming or he’ll die. The gangsey is a critical support system made of so many weak beams

who gets more jealous? 

are u fucking serious,,, it’s both of them pal. remember when every combination of his friends that didn’t include him made adam like. sick with jealousy. remember when ronan saw gansey talking on the phone with adam and wanted to put his hand through a wall. or when adam brought blue along on their quest and he spouted nasty shit the whole day. they both deeply want each others attention and they don’t seem to realize that they already have it? always?

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

ohh god. oh man. oh boy. Here’s the thing. adam’s gonna walk away from ronan, but he’s not gonna walk OUT on him. he’s going to walk away because he’s not on a leash, he’s gonna spread those beautiful fucking self-made wings. And ronan is too!! in his own time he’s gonna build his own spaces that aren’t the barns and he’s going to realize what home means to him and they’re both gonna walk out the door and back but never close it behind them

who will propose? 

a controversial topic! I’m on team adam for this one pals. I was on team ‘adam’s gonna kiss ronan first’ for a while before trk like a FOOL and I realized the error of my ways bc ronan is physical as fuck! and a risk-taker! of course he kissed adam smh. But a proposal? That’s a contract. That’s a speech. That’s a chess move. Ronan wouldn’t corner adam like that. Adam knows how ronan feels and more importantly he knows how HE feels himself, and I think one day ten years into their relationship the practicalities are gonna beckon and he’s gonna look ronan in the back of the head while he’s sleeping and roll over into the curve of his spine and tell him he wants a ring on his finger 

who has the most difficult parents?

omg… fuck off

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

tactile bastards! both of them! ronan especially wants adam’s hands…., any which way he can get them. I mean. He will kiss adam’s hands when they’re at dinner at nino’s and he’ll hook their fingers together even for the 20 second walk from the BMW to monmouth’s front door like he LIVES FOR IT (adam feels nervy and exhilarated every time it’s gay)

who comes up for the other all the time? 

i mean they’re always together so they don’t really bring each other up. if they’re not together they’re with gansey/blue/henry or even fox way babes/vancouver crowd etc and those ppl get real tired of it real quick. adam usually keeps his ronan related musings to himself though like he has self-control unlike… R.N.L. himself

who hogs the blankets? 

ronan does tbh adam has never hogged anything in his life and ronan is a shit

who gets more sad? 

an unfair Q, man. They’ve both had a super rough time, especially right post-trk?? those few months are hard. Ronan cries a lot. Adam gets numb and far away a lot. They have a lot to be sad about. (But more to be happy about. They made it. They honestly just stare at each other and laugh breathlessly and touch foreheads and hands and scars and can’t believe their luck)

who is better at cheering the other up? 

I sorta said this with ronsey but I think ronan is THE BEST at doing dumb shit to take his mind off of things. Like all that stuff about making adam quiet and turning off the lists and anxieties in his head so that they can do smth mindless and dangerous? yeah that. memes and songs and poor decisions. depression whom?

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this never happens wtf they’re not really ‘playful slappers’ HOWEVER adam will glare at ronan so hard that it probably feels like a slap

who is more streetwise?

it reeeeally depends on your definition of streetwise?? Like if we’re talking survival it’s unquestionably adam. He can fix your car and bandage your wounds and figure out your taxes and make himself invisible and blend his accent into whoever’s around him. He’s wicked sharp and fast on his feet. But i mean. he can’t quite drive stick. and he wouldn’t be caught dead in the sort of underground that ronan ends up in. ronan is streetwise in terms of the actual street, and he knows the most brutal avenues a person can end up on, the real life nightmares that feel closest to the ones in his head. Ronan is smart enough to navigate the chaos, but adam is smart enough to avoid it altogether

who is more wise?

adam. easily. ronan is intelligent and instinctive and talented (or adam wouldn’t get him as well as he does) but adam is a genius and that look behind his eyes….. he’s lived about 1 billion times more than he should’ve by age 19

who’s the shyest? 

neither of them are shy exactly they’re just buried under 9 surface level personalities that you have to crack open with your bare fuckin hands

but if you met either of them in the hallowed halls of aglionby you would think adam was shy and ronan was a rampant fuckwad so based on appearance?? adam. he keeps his head down.

who boasts about the other more? 

as soon as adam is officially his bf ronan takes a ten year long victory lap he’s so embarrassing

who sits on who’s lap?

y’all. we all know ronan sits in adam’s. it’s a fact of life. he probably had a sexy dream about it when he was 17 and took his morning shower in holy water

Crash Into Me - Nicklas Backstrom #1

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

about/request: Your writing is seriously unreal! It is SO good! Could you please do something about Nicklas Backstrom? Smutty, Fluffy, Sweet - doesn’t matter, you make the call! Please & Thank You! 😘

warnings: cursing and a car accident

authors note: thank you love!! i tried to think of something out there for the plot, i truly don’t know where this came from or what’s going on but i thought it would be interesting. hope you liked it!!

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A Jungkook scenario in which he was your best friend, but now his enemy, Oh Sehun, is giving him a run for his money in that category.

Genre: Fluff and angst


“I’m getting you out of here, now. ” he replied grabbing your school bag and pulling you through past the busted door and into the chilly night air. 

 As you wandered out the door and down the side stairs, you felt a sharp pain in your ankle. Sehun noticed your sudden movement, or lack there of, and turned to you just as your step dad came out the door. 

 "Come back here" he yelled into the peaceful night air, following you both down the stairs. 

 "Shit" Sehun murmured looking from your face to your ankle and to your step dad rapidly approaching. 

“Hold on” he commanded before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you down the stairs. His legs carried him faster than your drunken step fathers. By the time he was placing you into his car, your step dad had just reached the bottom of the stairs. 

 "If you leave, you can never come back!“ Your step father heaved, angrily waving a first in the air. You looked to Sehun who had just started the car. 

 "Are you ok with that _________? Are you ok with leaving?” he breathed, just above a whisper. You looked back to your step father, hunched over with his hands on his knees, clearly out of breath. Your mother was standing in the wreck of a door way, disgust written on her face as she looked directly at you. All those years of never being a daughter they wanted, and never living up to their expectations came crashing down on you in that moment. You didn’t want this anymore, not this house, not these parents, not this life. Maybe leaving was exactly what you needed in order to be normal. 

 "Drive” you replied, slipping your belt on and not turning to look back at your old home as it grew smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. 


Jungkook walked down the sidewalk kicking a stray rock now and then as the streets grew darker. Without even thinking his feet took him directly to your home. He had only been to it a couple of times, but the memory of it was engraved in his mind. His eyes caught sight of the tree that occupied the neighboring apartments. He was almost to your place. As he grew closer, he heard a woman’s scream followed by a deafening crack fill the air. 

 What the hell? He thought to himself before picking up full speed and sprinting towards your place. He looked towards your apartment and saw that the door had been broken down before he noticed the BMW parked in front. 

 Sehun he bitterly thought to himself. Why is he here? 

 He quickly ducked behind the nearest bush to see what was happening. Soon sehun came out the front door holding a back pack in one hand, and your wrist in the other. He all but dragged you down the stairs until you stopped. From the doorway emerged your shitty excuse of a father, or step father, as you always emphasized. Even without being able to see very well, Jungkook could tell the man was drunk. 

 "Come back here!“ The man shouted. Jungkook watched with anger and jealousy as Sehun lifted you into his arms and carried you all the way down the stairs, and placed you into his car. His fist clenched as he grew angrier for Sehun holding you in such a way. You were his best friend, so what right did Sehun have to hold you like that? 

 "If you leave, you can never come back” the old man slurred in the direction of the car. Jungkook looked at your figure in the passenger seat of Sehun’s ride. He didn’t see a reason for you to leave, you had never mentioned anything bad about your life at home. Only that your step dad sucked. He expected you to get out of the car and wander back up the stairs to apologize for your actions, but that’s not what happened. Instead he heard the car roar to life before peeling out down the street. Jungkook was shocked beyond words. He made stayed as quiet as possible and hidden as your step dad slowly retreated up the stairs to the apartment. By this time, _________’s mom was already hanging a curtain in the doorway to block the slight breeze that came with the night. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he stood from his hiding place and looked down the now empty street in the direction the car took off. A plethora of emotions filled Jungkook as he continued to stare off into the distance. He was angry at Sehun for being so close to you, jealous that he was able to hold you in a way he never did, but most of all, he was hurt. Hurt that he didn’t really know of your personal life, hurt that he couldn’t have been the one to help you, and hurt because he may have officially lost you as a best friend to Sehun. Jungkooks shoulder began to shake as his breathing became uneven. His eyes never left their line of vision down the street, until they became too clouded to see from. As Jungkook stood alone, looking at in the direction you had long ago taken off in, a single tear ran down his cheek.


 Sehun sped to his house, taking red lights and turning corners dangerously fast. He wasn’t worried about cops or getting a ticket at the moment. His main concern was you. He needed to get you to his house as soon as possible to inspect your injuries.

 "Sehun, you can slow down now. This is your street.“ He heard you say in a barely audible voice. He noticed your tears had stopped, but your sadness was still overwhelming your features. It pained him to see you like this, all sad and broken. It was quite a contrast the ray of sunshine he always noticed in the halls at school. He didn’t like it one bit. 

 "Stay there, let me get your door.” He commanded, pulling into his drive and exiting the car. Sehun walked to the passenger side of the vehicle and threw your bag over his shoulder. Once the bag was secure, he picked you up the same way he had back at your house. You felt so light and frail in his arms, he wondered just how bad your home life was really was. Once he got to the door he shifted your weight in his arms and swung the door open. 

 "Mom? Mom I need you" he began to yell throughout his house. He took you to the living room and set you gently on the couch. He brought his hand up to your cheek and gently caressed it. 

 "I will be right back ok?“ His eyes were full of concern as he spoke. You nodded in response, afraid your voice wouldn’t work at the moment. He left the room in search of his mom once you nodded. Thankfully he was gone, because your cheeks were turning bright red, and it wasn’t from being slapped in the face. As you waited you took in the room around you. The walls were a light blue color with white trim. There was a marble fireplace on the right hand side of the room, the mantle was topped with various pictures of Bora and Sehun, from their childhood days until picture day last year. Above the fireplace was a grand portrait of the entire family. They all looked so happy together in the picture, their expressions easy to get lost in. As you looked about the rest of the room, Sehun came back with who you figured was his mom based on the portrait on your right. 

 "Mom I will explain later. This is my girlfriend ______________. She was hurt and needs help. ” he let out in one breath. You looked between Sehun and his mom, confusion taking over your emotions. 

 "Don’t worry ___________“ his mom spoke in the most soothing voice, "im a doctor. Let me see your wrist sweetheart.” You looked down to your wrist that was still be cradled against your body. Hesitantly you extended your arm towards her as she took her place next to you on the couch. With nimble fingers she examined your injury. 

 "Hmmmm, seems like a sprain. I would need x-rays to be sure. But judging on its appearance, it’s not broken. “ you heaved an internal sigh of relief. 

 "Mom, she had trouble walking earlier, can you check her ankle too?” Sehun asked from behind her. He was nervously playing with his fingers and looking down. This Sehun was a complete contrast from the one you would see at school, confidently strolling through the halls, making all the girls fall in love. This Sehun was scared and unsure. It was almost as if he was the one getting examined. Your train of thought was broken by Ms. Oh waving her hand in your face. 

 "___________, did you hear me? I know my son is attractive, but I need to see your ankle now.“ She coyly spoke, patting her lap. You looked down and turned redder than a tomato. The warmth of your blush spread from the base of your neck to the tip of your ears. You didn’t need to look up to know that Sehun was smirking. 

 Carefully you sat back further on the couch and brought your leg up and rested it in her lap. She turned your leg a little to get a better look. It didn’t hurt as much as it did earlier, but it was still a bit sore. 

 "As with your wrist, it doesn’t appear to be broken,but I would suggest staying off of it for the time being however.” Carefully she set your leg back down on the couch, making sure your foot was gently placed back on the floor.

 "I was just about to serve dinner __________. Won’t you join us?“ She asked, sweeping her arm out and gesturing in the direction of what you assumed was the dining room. Before you had a chance to answer, Sehun spoke for you. 

 "Of course she would. Come on _________, lets go.” He smiled happily at you as he helped you off the couch. He wrapped his arm around your waist and supported the majority of your weight. Sehun’s mom had already left the room in the direction she had gestured in earlier.

 "I’m sorry if you are uncomfortable being here. I didn’t know where else to go. My mom is really understanding and she won’t tell anyone what she saw and I"  

You cut him off by placing you finger on his lips. “Sehun, it’s ok. I’m grateful for being here. Your mom is so nice. I don’t mind really. Thank you fro bringing me here." 

You both stopped walking and just looked at each other. His face was close to yours from the position you were both in. Sehun looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. Unconsciously you licked your lips. Sehun looked down at your mouth as you did. The moment felt like back at the hideaway. The tension was thick and the world seemed to stop around you. Sehun began to lean in like he had befoe until he was only a breath away. You instinctively closed your eyes as he drew near. His warm breath brushed across your lips as he was about to kiss you. 

 "Sehun, ____________. Hurry or it will get cold” his mother called from the dining room. Sehun pulled back and looked down gently shaking his head, as a smile overcame your features. A tinge of pink bloomed on Sehun’s cheeks as the moment was interrupted. 

 "Looks like it wasn’t meant to be this time either. You chuckled, continuing to walk with him to the sweet smell of food. 

 "That’s ok, we can always try again later.“ He replied winking at you. Now you were the one with pink blossoming on their cheeks.


 Dinner went smoothly and without much embarrassment. Sehun introduced you as his girlfriend and his mom was more than accepting. Everything seemed to flow so smoothly here. You all helped clean up after… well Sehun and his mom did. They insisted you stay in your seat and watch. It was fun to watch them poke fun at each other, including you in the fun as well. It felt like how a really family should feel, and for that you were happy. 

 "Mom is it ok if she sleeps in my room?” Sehun asked nodding in your direction.

 "Of course, but keep the door open.“ Your heart beat doubled at what was just exchanged. How could you sleep in his room? You weren’t even his girlfriend… right? Or did he think you were? There were to many thought running through your mind. You didn’t even notice Sehun walk up to you until you were in his arms again. 

 "Let’s go to sleep __________. I bet you are tired.” He cooed, carrying you out of the room and up the stairs. Your heart was beating so loud you thought it would burst from your chest. Once in his room he laid you down on the middle of his bed before switching on the light. He walked to his closet and pulled out some clothes. 

 "Here, wear this. I highly doubt you are gonna sleep in your dirty uniform.“ He smirked visibly checking you out with slow calculated movements. You felt yourself blush under his gaze. He knew what he was doing to you and smirked once more as he placed the clothes in front of you. 

 "Knock when you are done.” He uttered before winking at you again and shitting the door. You sat there slightly embarrassed and slightly amused. The entire situation was all to much for you. First you went on a wild escape to his hideaway on the coast, then he rescued you from your parents, and now you were in his room changing into his clothes. It was all surreal but still felt amazing.

 "Almost done" you heard him question from behind the door. 

 "Almost" you countered. His clothes fit you a little more baggy than you were used to, but they were comfortable nonetheless. You walked to the door and opened it to find an inpatient Sehun pacing through the hall. 

 "All done" you chimed. 

 "Finally!“ He exclaimed. "I’m tired too you know.” He pushed his way past you in the door way and went towards his bed. 

 "Well excuse me Mr. grouchy pants" you mumbled to yourself. But he heard you. Swiftly he turned on his heel and walked towards you in fast long strides. You instinctively backed up until you were against the wall. He trapped you against said wall between his arms. He face was barely inches from yours. 

“What was that __________?” He inquired, the top of his nose brushing against yours. 

 "I said you were a grouchy pants" you retorted with confidence. Just because your heart was beating a million miles an hour, didn’t mean you would let him know. He just stared at you, still trapping you against the wall. Minutes passed as you continued to just look at each other, tension growing thick as you did. This time though, you weren’t going to wait for him to make the first move. So with all the courage you could muster, you closed the space between you and connected your lips with his.


A/N: FINALLY THEY KISSED. but poor jungkook :( who do you guys want her to end up with? Sweetheart Sehun who has been her knight in shining armor, or her playboy best friend who she has loved for years? Let me know in my ask box ^^

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

anonymous asked:

hello! can you do a jaehyun scenario with him as your best friend and he suddenly confesses to an oblivious you?

Sorry for the long wait! It didn’t turn out as good as I expected it to be… but I hope you still like it. 💓  I’ll work harder next time hehe. PS. Warning, might be a slight bit cheesy lol. 

Listen: x


You shifted around in your seat on the bleachers, trying to get a more comfortable position, while lightly tapping your foot against the seat in front of you, impatiently waiting for Jaehyun to finish baseball practice. Did he always have to drag you along to the games? This was just a practice game too. He already knew you weren’t an athletic person and that you couldn’t care less about watching sports. 

“________!” Jaehyun called to you, waving to you from his position on home-plate, getting ready to bat. 

“I’m watching!!!” you yelled back. 

“I can see you on your phone though!” he shouted. 

You discreetly shut off the screen of your phone and instantly stuffed it into your pocket. 

“I’m not…” you whined. 

He just gave you a teasing look of disapproval, shook his head still smiling, and focused his attention back on the game. 

Jaehyun and you have known each other since your second year of middle school. When you first met him, he had just moved in next door. You still remember how you sat at the passenger’s seat of your mom’s car, nonchalantly looking out the window, when you saw a sleek white BMW pull in front of the garage next door, parking beside a massive moving truck.

Your mom had been anticipating the next family that would move in and had already prepared rice cakes to bring over to welcome them.

“You should come with me, _______. Have some manners and greet your neighbours!” she scolded.

Truthfully, you didn’t really care nor want to, but you obediently listened since it was almost impossible to win an argument against your mom.

He was wearing a casual black and white plaid button-up over his white tee, a simple snapback, and a pair of jeans. He was helping the movers with some of the heavy furniture. You still remember the brief eye contact you shared with him and his sweet smile in response. You couldn’t deny that he was quite handsome, but he seemed a little too perfect. 

You stood there awkwardly with the plate of rice cakes in your hand, waiting for someone to accept them so you could go back home. Your mother had already gone to talk to his mother, chatting excitedly and already acting like best friends. Typical neighbourhood mom friendships, you thought.

Your mom gave you a look of disapproval and motioned for you to come and join her. You reluctantly walked over and offered the rice cakes to his mother. 

“This looks delicious, thank you sweetie!” the beautiful woman dressed in professional-looking attire gushed.

“This is my daughter, ________. She’s fourteen years old.” your mother introduced.

“Same age as my son then!” his mother replied enthusiastically. 

“Will he be attending Hyundai Secondary School?” your mom asked.

“Yes, we still need to finish up some paperwork but he’s transferring there. Maybe ________ will be able to bring him around?”

Jaehyun finished carrying the heavy furniture to the door and quickly rushed over, while dusting off his hands. Then, he performed a perfect ninety-degree angle bow. Not that you expected anything less from him. From first glance, he already looked like an obedient son, a son that any mother would be proud of. You could already feel the incoming nagging from your mother. Just great.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aunt. I’m Jung Yunoh, but everyone calls me Jaehyun. I’m fourteen years old and I’m looking forward to getting along with everyone in this neighbourhood.” he introduced himself, then smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

So that was the first day you met Jung Yunoh, the epitome of mom’s best friend’s son. You didn’t like him much at first. You knew he was a good guy, but he was just too perfect for you and you couldn’t relate to him.

He extended his hand to you and smiled again, “Pleasure to meet you, what’s your name?”

“I’m _______, nice to meet you too.” you smiled, albeit a bit stiffly.

Your mother couldn’t stop gushing about him that night at dinner. “Did you know he ranked second in his class at his previous school? And he’s also good at sports. He was also in the school choir and he even helps his mom out with cooking.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Mr. Perfect” under your breath.

“________, you should be nice to Jaehyun and hang out with him at school. He would be a good influence on you, and he can even teach you how to cook. He’s especially good at cooking spicy pork and he offered to make it for us, isn’t that so sweet of him?”

You nodded and then faked a smile. I know how to cook too. I can make chocolate chip cookies

Seeing Jaehyun at school was double the stress. The first day at school, he already made a group of friends. You glanced at him from your lockers, surrounded by all the popular kids, different squads already trying to “recruit” him. 

“Yo Jae!!!” one of the jocks in your class, shouted. 

Jaehyun swiftly moved his hands, to what looked like a complicated handshake. 

They chatted for a while and you overheard him inviting Jaehyun to join the soccer team. Jaehyun said that he would consider the offer favourably and get back to him. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few nudges, squeals, and loud whispering from your two friends. 

“Oh my gosh, that’s the new kid. He’s so handsome… you’re so lucky he’s in your class.“ 

You just shrugged in response. “Well yeah, he’s okay. I still think Johnny is cooler." 

Johnny was an upperclassman who had studied in America prior to transferring to your school. He had a down-to-earth personality, but he was also more of a "bad boy”. You liked it the most when he spoke English. He was fluent and his pronunciation was just like how you heard it in Hollywood movies. 

“Johnny’s cool too, but Jaehyun is soooo my type.” your friend clasped her hands together and sighed. 

You placed the last of your books in your locker and rolled your eyes, ignoring the heightening sounds of squealing from your friends beside you. 


"I think he’s actually heading in our direction…what should we do?!" 

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and whirled around to come face-to-face with Jaehyun. 

"Hey _______, so I was thinking… would it be alright if you gave me a tour of the school?" 

You felt a wave of confusion wash over you. Why would he ask you to tour him around the school when he already made friends? You didn’t even talk to him all morning, other than a quick greeting before class started. 

You shrugged casually. "Sure, I can." 

Long story short, you continued to hang out after you toured him around the school. You took the same bus on the way back home and you would take turns treating each other to the snack stall after school. He would also often help you with your homework, especially English. 

You smiled to yourself, thinking back to that time you were preparing to ask Johnny to help you with your English homework. You had quickly ran to Johnny’s classroom at lunch break, smoothing your hair and fixing your skirt once you arrived at the door, preparing to walk in, when you overheard Jaehyun having a conversation with Johnny. 

That was normal, you already knew Jaehyun was the type of person who got along well with everyone, but… he was speaking in English. Absolutely fluent English. 

"So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jaehyun asked.

“Yeah, at the baseball diamond, that ok?” Johnny replied. 

“Yeah, man. " 

You gasped. He hardly had any accent. What the heck? So he was bilingual too?

You were so shocked that you didn’t notice that Jaehyun had already walked out of the room and was staring at you with a quizzical look. 

"Waiting for me?” he asked. 

“No, I was going to ask Johnny something. Not you, Jae." 

"Well, I don’t know… you always ask me for help.” he chuckled lightly. 

“Not for English.” you stuck out your tongue. “And since when were you good at English anyways Jae? I can’t take you seriously, you’re good at everything." 

He laughed and jokingly teased, "I’ve been in America for four years, man!”

You raised your eyebrows, judging him. “Four… years?” You questioned hesitantly. 

“Yeah, before I transferred here!" 

You felt a tinge of embarrassment and promptly turned to walk in the other direction, but he just caught up to you and easily grabbed your English textbook out of your hand. 

"You don’t have to ask for Johnny’s help,” he said before flicking your forehead and running off. 


Now, you were both in your last year of high school. Even when you drifted apart from your friends in middle school, you were still as close as ever with Jaehyun. There was just this bond that couldn’t exactly be described in words between the two of you. 

Throughout the past four years, you had already talked about every subject that you could think of, but somehow, you never ran out of topics. You were both so open with one another. Lately, the subject of your conversation often revolved around the dreams and plans that the two of you had for life after high school. Jaehyun has always talked about how he wanted to play for a varsity baseball team at university. His long-term goal was to play for a professional baseball league, but if that didn’t work out, he was also interested in becoming an architect.

Jaehyun had always told you about the stories from when he stayed in America. He talked about how his family had went on many road trips to states nearby, and the many buildings and high-rises that piqued his interest in architecture.
As for you, you didn’t really know what you wanted to study yet but you have always wanted to study in America and experience a campus romance there. You always imagined how your first relationship would be like, and it may sound strange, but once in a while, you thought about how it would affect the relationship between you and Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun had always been handsome in that neat and proper boy-next-door way, but he had grown a lot in the past year. He was a bit more buff than before, since he had recently started working out. He had always been popular with the girls since he moved into the neighbourhood, but after he matured, they paid twice the attention to him than before. 

Last night, you saw him towel-drying his hair in a simple black wife-beater, and you had noticed that the muscles on his arms were more prominent than usual, even though he wasn’t purposely flexing them. 

You shook the thought out of your head. You never saw him that way. Well, you would be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about dating him even once. But you just couldn’t imagine it. You’ve already known each other for four years, if the two of you were anything more than friends, it would have happened already. 

However, you were worried about how the relationship between Jaehyun and you would change if either of you were to get into a relationship which would obviously happen sooner or later. Jaehyun always said that he would think about dating and relationships after high school ended… maybe by then the two of you wouldn’t even be in the same city.

You were still lost in your thoughts when you saw a hand waving in front of your face in your peripheral vision. Suddenly, his face popped out of nowhere, his navy baseball cap still on, his pale skin still as clear as ever, his sharp eyes staring directly into yours. You did a double take. Not because of his flawless features, but because his face was barely an inch from yours. Or maybe… a bit of both. 

“What are you daydreaming about now?” he laughed.

“Thinking about when I can go home and sleep,” you lied. 

“Typical, ________.” he chuckled and took off his baseball cap, shaking his hair dry. 

Almost immediately, you heard a bunch of squealing behind you. You had gotten used to it by now, being Jaehyun’s best friend and all. But, it still surprised you sometimes that he would hang out with you when he was so well-liked and you were just so… average. 

“By the way, you’re coming to watch the actual game tomorrow right?” he asked, one hand readjusting his cap, the other tossing a baseball up and down in the air.  

“Of course, I still have to come and support my little Jae. Even though I’ll be bored as hell.” You teased, reaching to pinch his cheeks. 

He smiled meekly. “As long as you’re there." 

You felt a warm stirring in your heart but ignored it. You’ve always been really supportive of one another, so that line shouldn’t have any other meaning to you. 


As soon as your alarm rang, you went to the washroom and washed up, changing into a striped baseball t-shirt that you had personally customized with "JAEHYUN 14” written in bold navy letters at the back. 

Today’s game was a crucial game for all the players who wanted to further their potential. There would be many coaches from prominent universities who would be scouting athletes for their sports teams. The probability of Jaehyun getting scouted was indubitably high as he’s a star player on the team, but which university would scout him was the question at hand. 

Although you pretended to be disinterested in the game, truthfully, you were maybe even more nervous than him right now. Today’s game was a breaking point that would decide the future of his baseball-playing career.

You chose a seat near the back of the bleachers and took out your phone to check the time. Most of the stadium was filled and you could hear the audience feverishly chatting about the professional coaches who had arrived and were sitting near the front. 

“I heard coaches from the Tokyo Big6 Baseball League are here today to recruit players!" 

"Wow, that’s insane… doesn’t it include Hosei and Keio U? Can’t believe there are even foreign universities recruiting for today’s game.”

The mere thought of Jaehyun getting scouted by such well-renown collegiate teams left you awestruck. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little heavy-hearted, because that also meant being far away from him, and the inevitability of drifting apart. 

You watched as the two teams took their positions on the field. Jaehyun’s team would be fielding first. From your position, you couldn’t really see his face clearly, but you could recognize his tall silhouette from a mile away. The first half of the game went by faster than you expected. Jaehyun’s team, the Hyundai Rockets, recorded three outs within a ten-minute period. Then, the two teams took turns switching between batting and fielding, but neither team scored many runs. 

The game was currently in the ninth and final inning. You spotted Jaehyun on the field shaking his head and adjusting his grip on the bat a couple times. From his actions, you could tell that he was more nervous than usual. The opposing team was leading, but only by a narrow margin. Still, he was noticeably agitated. You knew that the result of the game would impact the amount of offers he would get. 

Unfortunately, you were sitting a bit too far, but that didn’t stop you from going all out to cheer for him. You turned around and stood up on the bleachers, showing off “JAEHYUN 14” on your back, shouting “JUNG YUNOH, WHAT DID YOU PROMISE ME?!”. 

Right at that moment, he swung the bat with precision and force, hitting the ball at the most accurate angle. Loud cheering and clapping immediately erupted from the bleachers and many members in the audience shouted, “IT’S A HOME RUN!" 

Since there were already two runners on base, the Rockets earned three runs, changing the score from 2-3 to 5-3. Just then, the ninth inning came to an end and all the members of the team ran to Jaehyun to lift him up in the air. 

You saw the coaches leave their spots and approach Jaehyun and decided to celebrate with him tonight instead. 

You thought for a few seconds before texting him. 

"I’m so proud of you… text me when you’re back home. I’ll see you tonight!" 

You knew he wasn’t going to see the text until later, and starting lining up to head out of the stadium. But suddenly, you heard his voice calling your name. 

”__________!“ He called. It was loud, but it wasn’t a shout. For some reason, it made your heart beat a little faster. 

You turned around, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly ajar. 

"Catch!” he swiftly threw a baseball at you, and to your own surprise, it landed right in your hands. 

Is he giving me the winning baseball as a memento? But he should keep that… You thought. 

But at the corner of your eye, you spotted something different. Scrawled across the baseball in black marker, it read “ME + YOU… USA?" 

Dazed, confused, flustered… what was the word that you were looking for at this very moment? 

Sensing your bewilderment, he excused himself and quickly ran up to you.

"Jae… I-What does this me-?” you started.

He took a deep breath before replying. 

“I’ve spent a couple years practicing for this game." 

You nodded. "I know how important it is to you.”

“But it doesn’t compare," 


“I’ve spent even longer… preparing to say this to you." 

You felt the butterflies fluttering around in your chest. 

"Life after high school, I want to spend it with you." 

You were speechless. 

He took a step closer and reached forward to embrace you, his head resting lightly on top of yours, one of his arms comfortably wrapped around your back, the other stroking your hair. 

"Do I have to say it more directly?” he whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Me and you. Campus romance?” He slowly let go of you and took a step back. 

You wanted so bad to just melt in his embrace and nod your head, but not without a proper explanation. You needed to make sure for both you and Jaehyun that this is what he wanted.

You pulled away from him slightly, feeling him flinch a little, eyebrows furrowed from your reaction to his feelings.

“Jae… this game is what you’ve been waiting for since you first entered the baseball team. If you really go to America you may not get such a big chance again. Your dream is just a step away from you right now… I’ll always be here for you but this chance could slip away any second.”

You gave him a soft smile and placed your palm softly on his cheek before turning away.

However before you could walk away from him, he held your hand lightly and twirled you back to face him.

“To me it’s the exact opposite. Baseball will always be ready for me to play whether it be leagues, university team or even just for leisure with my friends. But there’s only one chance for me to be with you, going through our university years together just like our high school ones. This is our youth to spend with one another… I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

You bit your lip slightly, suddenly feeling shy after hearing his deep words that held so much meaning within them.

You thought he was done but he stared deeply into your eyes once more.

"Besides, whenever we talked about relationships or brought up your dream of a campus romance, I could never imagine anyone else but me beside you…give me the chance to make it happen okay?”

This time, you smiled at Jaehyun widely, knowing that he had carefully thought this through and intended to be the one beside you during the next couple years and perhaps even more. You nodded your head in his direction.

He smiled back at you and pulled you into a tight hug, excited that his true feelings were returned.

You melted into his embrace as you thought to yourself, perhaps your dream of a campus romance was never really your dream in the first place, but instead to have Jaehyun beside you in America, showing you all he talked about. The one you needed then, now and later would always be him.

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Patched Up || Jimin || Part 3

Request: Many of you, and thank you for the requests.

Summary: Part 3 of Patched Up. You had been anticipating your date with Jimin all week. You didn’t anticipate for things to slowly spiral out of control.

Word Count: 2,147 woah talk about a comeback!

A/N: It feels good to be back! I have no idea where this series will go, so let’s just see how long I can kind of drag this out!

<< Part 2 || Part 4 >>

You fixed your dress as you waited anxiously for Jimin to arrive at your apartment to come get you. You couldn’t keep your hands still as you waited, gladly letting your giddiness get the better of you.

You had waited for this day all week, ever since he had first asked you after your last encounter.

Your lips pulled themselves into a smile that you couldn’t contain as you thought of your kiss outside of your bathroom. Normally you weren’t one to act like such a love struck teenager but you couldn’t help it, something about Jimin made your insides flip and your heart beat triple in speed.

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anonymous asked:

Was Dylan rich?

No. The Klebold’s house in the very nice, rural neighborhood they were situated in, makes them seem deceivingly rich. However, the house was a major fixer upper that needed a lot of repairs and had a mouse problem when they purchased it. There were still parts of it not renovated ten years later, when the massacre happened. They had financial worries throughout the years especially after Tom acquired Rheumatoid Arthritis so they had to get creative to make ends meet. Both his parents worked and they were unsure of how they were going to pay for Dylan’s college tuition. Many of the students at Columbine High were from much more affluent homes and Dylan despised them as stuck up, status-y snobs. Dylan resented people flaunting their wealth by way of status symbols so much that he popped the BMW emblems off the front and back of his car and stuck them in his glove box. He’d likely hate it if you thought he was ‘rich’.

A Study in Supernatural (Part 2)

A/N: Ex-Hunter!ReaderxSherlock. A Sherlock-Supernatural Crossover fic. Requested by a dear friend of mine. Some background knowledge about Supernatural might be needed to appreciate the story. I’m very pleased to know that you liked the first one. I hope you enjoy this as well! :)

Warning/s: Implied sexual activity. (SPN setting before S11E10.)

Word Count: 1,550+

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“You head on, first. I’ll take a cold shower.” You kissed Sherlock after he turned the television off.

“Why cold?” He asked, squinting his eyes

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Your laughter made Sherlock smile. The wrinkles at the side of his light blue eyes made you weak in the knees.

“You are so beautiful.” You and Sherlock said at the same time. And as if you were thinking the same thing, you pulled and kissed each other hungrily. Your hand made its way to his curly locks and you gripped it slightly, knowing that he has very sensitive scalp. He let out a low groan in response. Knowing your weak spots, Sherlock then snaked his hand at your back while he nibbled on your ear. You’ve removed Sherlock’s coat and shirt but when he was in the process of lifting yours, you stopped him.

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The Lucky One

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Chapter o5. Pandora’s Box

Two weeks later, you booked your first ever baby appointment.  Excitement spread from the roots of your hair down to the tips of your toes.  You couldn’t argue when people said that pregnant woman were the happiest.  Though you’re not sure whether the baby can feel you, you’ve gotten into the habit of rubbing your belly and talking in third person as if narrating to the baby what was happening in the world he/she would be invited into in several months.   

With your hair blowing in the wind, you skipped joyfully to the doctor’s office.  Obviously, a part of you still drowned in guilt for ever thinking of abortion but you decided you would make it up to the baby by forever putting his/her needs before your own. 


On the ultrasound, the white mass doubled in size indicating that your baby was slowly but surely developing well.  With a strict warning to be careful and to take it easy during the first trimester, the doctor sent you off on your merry way.


For the first time in twenty-two years of your life, you felt genuinely happy.  So, so happy that for once you weren’t alone and lonely.           

You spent the night, snuggled in bed smiling like a fool as you looked at the sonograms. 

“My little bean,” you giggled as you gave the picture a gentle kiss. 

You turned the lights off and went to bed early, for tomorrow was going to be a big day. 




Rays of light seeped through the cracks of your curtains.  You stretched your arms out and yawned.  Not being a morning person was proving to be a debilitating weakness of yours.  But the sight of an ironed black blazer and a pencil skirt instantly woke you up. 

Like a child getting ready for the first day of class, you stormed out of the house, a slice of toast hanging from your mouth and your portfolio swinging in your hands.  Now that you will have to support another human being, freelance work was not going to be enough to cover financially.  Statistics show that raising a child cost over $250,000.  Add that amount to your impeding student loan and you basically solidified your future in a heap by the dumpster.     


Looking at your watch, you were pleasantly surprised that it was still early so you opted to wait for the bus.  At the station, your nerves got the best of you and you started to fidget.  Self-esteem and public speaking had never been your forte.

“Uh oh.  Is mommy scaring you,” you rubbed your tummy.

A drop of liquid hit your collarbone and you instinctively rubbed your eyes.  But then another drop landed on your arm.  Then another one on your toes that peeped out of your heels. 

Drip.  Drop.  Drip.  Drop.

Soon, the rain scattered down like a leaking pipe, taking you in complete surprise.  At first, you held your portfolio over your head to avoid the rain but the weather gods proved to be much more powerful than you expected.  You ran to a nearby canopy to take cover.  The last thing you wanted was to get sick now. 

Looking at your watch again, you groaned in annoyance.  The bus was late again.  Has the bus ever been on time?  Because you really needed it to be on time today!  You cursed under your breath.  You knew you should have driven the car or at least brought an umbrella along. 

All of a sudden, a familiar white BMW stopped in front of you.  You squinted to make sure you weren’t daydreaming.     

The front window rolled down and Sehun stuck his head out, “_________ah, do you need a ride?”

Normally, you would have declined but you were really getting impatient with the bus and your maternal instincts told you that you needed to stay healthy for the baby, so you got in.

It’s a bit awkward as you situated yourself beside Sehun but you’re so grateful to be sheltered from the heavy storm. 

“Where are you going?” Sehun inquired.

You filled him in on your impending job interview, how you foolishly trusted that the bus driver would be on time today, and how the weather gods didn’t warn you before you left your house. 

Sehun chuckled.  In response, you laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck.   

“You’ll do fine.  You never disappoint,” Sehun reasoned.

His words work like magic, calming every tight muscle in your body.  Beside him, you lose yourself again as you observe his handsome features.  Today, he just looked so exceptionally good; his bangs slightly gelled up and his lips shaped into one of those lethal smirks.  Smiling foolishly, you mentally wondered if the baby would inherit his good genes.    

“You’ve gotten happier lately,” he commented and smiled back at you with immeasurable sincerity. 

You gleamed and replied, “Someone just gave me a gift”. 


Sehun parked the car in front of the building, despite you telling him to drop you off at the corner.  You shook your head at his stubbornness and got off, not forgetting to thank him for the coincidental, life-saving ride. 

“Call me when you’re done and I’ll come pick you up,” he offered.

“No.  It’s fine.  The rain will stop by the time I’m done and I don’t want to bother you anymore,” you declined.

Sehun raised his brow at you and stubbornly quipped, “I’ll grab lunch at a nearby café.  Call me when you’re done”. 

You sighed and nodded.  You’re too nice to me.   



In the blink of an eye, the interview ended.  The journey to the location and in the waiting area probably took triple the time of the actual interview.  You think you did well.  Though you swore the recruiter was purposely being difficult on you knowing that you graduated as the top of the class at her alma mater. 

You half skipped outside, overjoyed that your first ever formal interview was now over.  To add to the joy, the skies cleared and the sun crept out, shining a ray of light down on you.  As you walked, you debated whether to call Sehun or take the bus.  However, as you were mentally deciding, your legs had already guided you halfway toward the bus station.    

“♫ ♪ ♪ ♬ ♩♬ ♫ ♪ ♫♬ ♫ ♪ ♬ “ your phone rang and you picked it up.

“________ah.  You’re not being good.  I told you to call me,” Sehun jokingly reprimanded you over the phone as if he knew your location.

You looked around and spotted a parked white BMW across the street. 

Laughing into the phone and teased, “I was just about to call you”.

“No you weren’t.  I saw you walking to the bus station,” he said and though you couldn’t see him you swore he was pouting. 

You beamed; a tender warm feeling melted your heart.  For the first time in years, you and Sehun were comfortably talking to one another like the longtime friends you were. 

You hung up and waited at the street corner for the green light to cross. 

Though Sehun and you could not be lovers, you were content at the thought of you two being friends again.  Maybe sometime in the very, very distant future your child would be able to meet his/her father without the truth straining Sehun and Minyoung’s relationship. 


Suddenly, a sharp pain radiated in your lower abdomen. The pain was so great, you held onto the street post for support.  Your legs lost its strength from the intense agony and you crouched down.  Trying to ease the pain, your hand pressed onto your stomach but the throbbing only escalated.

From your distorted vision, you vaguely witnessed Sehun’s car make a dangerous U-turn in the midst of ongoing traffic.  He parked the car awkwardly in the middle of the road, got out, and ran over to your side. 

“What’s wrong?  Where are you hurt?” he cringed as he knelt beside you. 

“I-I’m fine,” you tried to persuade but your pale complexion betrayed you.

Your pulse surged and your body shook in panic when you felt warm liquid run down your thighs.  The red substance dripped down to the ground, mixing with a puddle of rainwater.  Your eyes widened and you clawed onto Sehun’s arm in absolute anguish and fear. 

“B-baby.  Baby,” you muttered, trying hard to breathe.

Sehun froze in place. 

You whimpered, waking him up.  He quickly picked you up bridal style into the car. 

Inside, blood rolled down your legs.  Your pelvic area felt like it had been lit on fire.  The burning sensation caused you to groan a few times, clawing at your skin as if doing so would alleviate the pain.  Sehun grabbed your hand and held it tightly.

“B-baby.  Save our baby,” you heard your voice weakly plead. 

All energy drained from you and you felt your consciousness slowly fade away. 

Sehun tried to run through a red light but the cars honked at him, forcing him to back up.  Helplessly, he brushed the palm of his hand over your face, fixing your hair from your sweaty forehead.  You shivered under his touch.  Without much thought, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around you to warm your frail, cold body. 

You feel Sehun’s scorching hands slap your cheeks gently as your eyes began to close, “_________ah, Stay with me.  Don’t fall asleep”.

Once the streetlight switched to green, Sehun stepped on the gas pedal and you swore he was speeding at 100mph. 


By the time you arrived to the hospital, you were barely conscious.  All you remembered was being picked up by Sehun and him running hurriedly with you in his arms. 

Nurses and hospital staffs put you on a stretcher.

“BP 72/56.  Hypotension,” someone said.

“She’s losing too much blood.  We need to operate on her asap,” another added.

As they wheeled you into the operation room a nurse tells Sehun he has to let go.  It was then you noticed that Sehun had been holding your hand ever since the car ride. 

You started crying uncontrollably at the thought.  Sehun knelt down to your level and lovingly coax you by patting your head.  At the close proximately, you finally take note of how bloodied up Sehun’s shirt appeared.    

“I’m scared,” you wailed, shaking convulsively.

“Shh, I’ll be right outside,” Sehun hushed you with a kiss on the forehead.

Reluctantly, you both let go. 

a/n: Hi :D.  Be sure to check out the table of contents for previous chapters. :3                     

This chapter was kinda short…Should I release chapter 6 today too?