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Thoughts // Fred Weasley

A/N: a random story that popped into my head! For all I know, it could be incredibly cringe worthy. I hope you all enjoy it, nonetheless! I have also made the reader a Gryffindor, because it just flowed nicely with the plot. Also, my requests are now open! Feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if there is something you want!

She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.

It’s the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.

Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can’t seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she’s too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.

But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.

She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.

They didn’t become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be “Fred and George Weasley” slowly grew into “(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley”.

Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.

The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn’t get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.

She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won’t let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.

She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.

The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
“So. (Y/n). You’re still on for Hogsmeade today, right?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Fred sighed.
“You’ve just been sort of off lately. You haven’t been your normal self.”
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
“You have no idea, Fred. No idea.”
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.

She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn’t notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.

“(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!”

She jumped, only registering Fred’s presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
“Now, we both now that isn’t true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you.”

It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush “You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!”
Fred’s face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
“Fred, what is it?”
“It’s George, isn’t it? You fell in love with George.”
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
“Fred” she shook her head. “It’s always been you.”
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
“You’re not in love with George?”
She smiled.
“No. If anything, I love him as a brother.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way… it’s just I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and I didn’t know what to do and I’m just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you’ll forgive me.”

Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?”

“Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I’m nervous to fill up space and…”
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.

They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.

It only took a million years but since Machete already has his own custom blanket we thought it was high time to get Knives one of her own. Back in like…the beginning of the year.😛 So OK, production takes an eternity and there is no customer service to speak of but damn if this isn’t an amazing and soft-as-hell blanket! I kinda want it for myself!😂 But they did an amazing job capturing the ladybaby at her finest. The detail is amazing and it is so soft I want to roll on it forever. Knives seems pleased, too. #PrincessSpoiledBun #knivesthecorgi

The Killers break backbone of narcissism in new music video for The Man

After enduring a tenacious wait, fighting nerve-wracking anticipation and aching with nostalgia for the early 2000s guyliner in “Mr. Brightside,” fans of The Killers can rejoice — the band is back.

In its recently released music video for its new single, “The Man,” the band introduces a new era of unapologetic excitement and energy leading up to the release of its upcoming album Wonderful, Wonderful.

For the members of The Killers, “The Man” defines who they were as young, successful musicians. During the Hot Fuss era, frontman Brandon Flowers believed he was the greatest — or “god’s gift,” as he said himself in an interview with Radio X.

“The Man” is essentially a diss track of the band members’ past selves. The song captures narcissism at its finest with the concept of who “the man” is. Its catchy, overly confident, douchey lyrics coupled with an upbeat, modern ‘80s funk further develop the persona the music creates.

The video is structured around separate montages of different characters all portrayed by the man himself, Brandon Flowers — an aspiring performer, an apartment lone body, a gambler, a ladies’ man and a gun-shooting trailer park owner — who spend their days stroking their own egos.

The aspiring performer comes out onstage in a local bar, with Vegas showgirl dancers fawning all over Flowers as he sings. The apartment lone body sports a jumpsuit with “The Man” embroidered on the back while replaying a VHS tape of himself spinning in the air on a motorcycle. The gambler confidently struts down the casino hallway, nodding at strangers as he makes his way to the poker table. The ladies man is gathered with beautiful women who accompany him in an expensive Vegas hotel room. The gun shooter with a trailer park smugly shoots beer cans in the desert before heading to the bar to sing this very song.

“I got gas in the tank / I got money in the bank / I got news for you baby, you’re looking at the man,” sings Flowers throughout the video. As the stories unfold, the lyrics further reinforce the success and strong sense of self these men believe they possess.

Despite their critics, the characters continue to pursue a reality they desperately try to force into existence. They fall further and further into denial, convincing themselves that their superficiality will lead them closer to the versions of themselves they want others to perceive.

Ultimately, the facade of cockiness cracks and brings the male leads back to the truth they must face. “Who’s the man? Who’s the man? / I’m the man, I’m the man / Who’s the man with the plan? / I’m the man,” sings Flowers as it all goes down, in a move that is palpably ironic.

The aspiring performer leaves his near-empty audience yawning and puts away his shiny jeweled costume in a locker cubby. The apartment lone body becomes angry after confronting the fact that his motorcycle glory days are over. The gambler gets kicked out of the casino after throwing a fit from betting all of his belongings and losing his money. The ladies man is left alone by his women. And the tough trailer park owner at the bar gets stupidly drunk and beaten up by a man after hitting on his girlfriend.

Sonically, “The Man” expresses an egotistical attitude, but the video offers up a new layer on top of the lyrics’ self-absorption. There is a darkness to the Man that can’t be heard when listening to the song by itself. The video reveals a sense of life experience that The Killers may have lived through that is not otherwise explicitly explored in the lyrics.

While the single itself brings a new fire to The Killers’ collection, its visual accompaniment is what allows the song to flourish in its meaning and importance. Its funky energy and well-developed storyline give viewers a mixture of excitement for the song and sympathy for its characters. Together, the band hopes to give viewers and longtime fans insight into its past as it continues to celebrate its growth through new music.

📝Maybelle Caro • Daily Californian

Capture Me - Kwon Yuri

A gift for @k-pop-girl-groups because is her birthday. I wanted to give a second part to Camera Lense Rivarly, so here you go!

Originally posted by coffeeyuri

“Kwon Yuri!” your fist slammed again against the door, three more times. “Open the damn door!”

At that point of the night, the last thing you imagined yourself to be doing was banging on Yuri’s door as if your life was on it. Your heartbeat was going crazy every second that it passed, wanting to know if the girl was really inside her apartment.

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Bundle of Love Pt.3 [Jungkook]

Originally posted by donewithjeon

| part 01 | part 02 |

Summary: Jeon Jungkook - Golden Maknae of famous group BTS. He was charming, lovable, sweet, adorable and everything else girls swooned over. However, it was all act - he couldn’t care less about anyone’s feelings and used his fame to have one night stands with girls who were impressed by his money and fame. You, a loyal yet naive fan of Kpop have finally gotten the chance to meet your favourite gorup, BTS. What exactly happens when one of the members, and your ulimate bias, Jeon Jungkook, seems to take an interest to you?

Word Count: 8,334

Type: Fluff, Angst, Smut!

Warning: Bad language

Member: Jungkook from BTS

A/N: To set the record straight, I don’t know how many chapters this story will have. I want to show character developemnt, as well not look back on this story and think I just rushed through it for whatever reason. I want to be proud of this series (to be honest i already am and hope to keep it up!) and have you baby stars enjoy every aspect of what i have come up with, whether it may make your blood boil or make you smile. I want you to fully enjoy it and remember the days you read this because that’s honestly one of my goals as a writer. Anyways, i love you all and I hope you all enjoy this!

Happy reading! x

You’re what?!”

You shut your eyes, expecting the kind of astonished beyond belief reaction you had just gathered from your two best friends after awkwardly breaking down to them that you somehow wound up with a growing infant inside of your stomach, during your sophomore year at university to make matters even worse.

  “How is that even possible?” One of your best friends, Hana inquired with her full eyebrows furrowed and a confused facial expression. “You don’t fool around with guys — period. Particularly the boys on campus because they’re all snobby, glorified fuckboys.”

“Who’s the father?” Another one of your best friends, Narae asked the most important question in this messy equation that you couldn’t even beginning to fathom on how to solve. Not on your own, at least.

Agonising silence settled amongst the three of you in the comfort of your warm dormitory, creating an definite atmosphere of thick quietness that wrapped itself around your throat and robbed you of your breath. When you could finally feel yourself breathing again, you directly looked at your lap, not possessing enough confidence to look your best friends in the eyes as you uttered the name, “Jeon Jungkook.”

“Jeon Jungkook as in the Jeon Jungkook?” Narae quizzed while putting emphasis on the name of your growing child’s father. “As in Jeon Jungkook from BTS? The Golden Maknae?”

“That’s the one.” You confirmed with an obedient head nod, looking upwards at your best friends and witnessing how their facial expression screamed shock, disbelief, and mostly surprise.

You, little miss competes in almost every extra-curriculum activity with the highest grades but unfortunate luck with men, had managed to get yourself into a situation in which Jeon Jungkook had his one night of fun with you, and just so happened to get you pregnant in the process.

Your best friends had the right to be surprised.

You, of all people, the most responsible, most reliable, and most intelligent out of your group of classmates, made the rookie mistake of letting your guard down completely and suffered a massive blow in result.

How could you ever recover from such a thing?

How could you ever cope with such a thing?

“What happened between the two of you?” Narae asked yet another fairly important question that required you to reach into the back of your mind, where those rotten memories hid themselves in the shadows of your mind and had to relive those moments of sweet, sweet fantasy.

You cleared your throat, your wet tongue running over your chapped pair of lips to give some moisture to them as you went on to explain, “Well, as you know, I attended a BTS fansigning a few weeks ago in the Myeongdong area.”

You let out a deep exhale, recalling the magical day as if it were yesterday. Remembering how many nerves built communities in your stomach when you stepped inside the venue. Remembering how you could audibly hear all the clicks of fansite cameras capturing the most finest moments of the boys’ existence. Remembering how you were there with them – in the same place. It all felt like a dream yet all it really was, was a nightmare that was dressed like a daydream.

“And as expected, I met BTS. But, when I got to Jungkook, I don’t know, things just changed. He was a lot more into meeting me, he showed me a lot of interest.” You started to tell your story of your accidental pregnancy, having to gulp once you could remember the feeling of how Jungkook’s larger and warmer hands held yours as if it were natural between the two of you.

“So, he was basically flirting with you?” Hana candidly asked you, and you sheepishly nodded instead of denying something that was infact the truth that you couldn’t believe to this very day.

“And, umm, you know, we were talking, and it was really nice, and he was…he was flirting with me and stuff, and eventually, I had to move because another girl had to have her chance to talk to Jungkook, so I had to end our conversation but before I left him, he gestured for me to check my photobook he signed.” You explained, but then stood up from your comfortable mattress and made your way over to your collection of Kpop albums in your cupboard and plotted yourself back onto your bed whilst handing over the photobook. “Take a look at it yourselves.”

Hesitantly, Hana reached for the photobook first, and since she had one of her own and was pretty much obsessed with BTS herself, she found Jungkook’s series of pages in the blink of an eye.

“You’re really cute.”

“Your smile makes me smile.”

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

“You look like my new girlfriend.”

“Your lips are so pink and pretty.”

“Damn, this boy is so flirtatious.” Narae commented with a look of slight disgust clearly shown on her pale face. “Anyways, please continue.”

“I’m gonna just cut it short, if that’s okay with you guys.” You informed them with a half-hearted smile. “So, basically, he wrote in there that we should go to this café nearby after the event, and we ended up talking more over some ice tea. Since I paid for his drink, he offered to go and watch some movies at a movie house and of course, I agreed and after the third movie, I think, one thing lead to another and I-”

Had sex with Jeon Jungkook.” Hana completed your sentence for you while a flustered blush began to surface onto the fragile skin of your cheeks. “This is so unbelievable. However, judging by these comments in this photobook and the fact that you can’t lie to save your life, I believe you.”

“I do too.” Narae agreed with Hana as she peered over Hana’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of the flirtatious comments Jungkook left in your photobook. “But just barely though. I mean, this is Jungkook we’re talking about.”

“I know.” You couldn’t help but agree yourself. Even if it wasn’t you that was in such a position, but either Narae or Hana, you’d still have a hard time believing the story, especially because of the image Jungkook has cemented to him that he was rather innocent, which was certainly not the case. “What am I going to do?”

“I say you tell Jungkook. He is the father, right? You might as well tell him that hey, you got me pregnant.” Narae suggested almost like if you were going to go through with her suggestion, it wouldn’t have any backlash on both Jungkook’s or your part.

“He deserves to know.” Hana added on to Narae’s suggestion, well aware that words simply coming from Narae herself weren’t going to convince you of doing such a thing. “I mean, if I were him, I’d like to know if I had a child or not.”

“But he’s famous.” You protested passionately with so much emphasis on the word famous that you probably spat on your friends. “No famous person, especially someone so young, wants anything to do with a child at this stage of their life.”

Hana let out an exhausted sigh, knowing that she was in for a lot of convincing to do and justifying of facts to get you on the same boat as her and Narae. “Okay, we get that he’s famous and that you don’t want to damage his image with your pregnancy, but have you thought about yourself or the baby? I know what it’s like growing up without a father, it sucks balls, my friend. You can’t – or let me say, shouldn’t keep your child from their father because they’re always going to feel like there’s just one part of themselves missing, or that they’re going to feel like their father doesn’t care about them and I honestly don’t know what’s a worse feeling than that,”

“Plus, don’t you think that maybe Jungkook would want to know if he had a child or not? Just imagine if you were him, and what, maybe in twenty years time, this kid comes up to you and tells you that you’re their father. Wouldn’t you feel terrible knowing that you’ve been deprived of raising a child that was a product of you and someone else?” Hana stated in depth, and all you could picture in your mind was the look of shear pain and hurt on an older yet still handsome Jungkook’s face after realising he had missed watching his child grow up right before his very eyes.

All because you were too scared to tell him he was a father.

“I’ll tell him.” You finally gave into Narae’s piece of advice and Hana’s solid agreements, taking in another breath because of the sudden shortness of breath that came with your pregnancy. “But only because I don’t want my child to grow up without a father and because I’d hate to not know I had a child with someone who kept them hidden from me.”

“Took you long enough.” Narae stated with a sound coming from her throat that sounded like a mixture of a scoff and laugh. “So, how are you going to tell him the news?”

“I honestly don’t know.” You laughed breathlessly, but you were anything but amused.

  “BTS are having their last fansigning event in Gangnam-gu in a week.” Hana enlightened the two of you as she scrolled through the numerous amounts of tweets on her Kpop-polluted timeline. She lifted her head to look at you, gazing directly into your eyes as she said, “I’d go if I were you.”

You let out a pained sigh. Of course attending yet another BTS fansigning event would be a dream come true, and in addition to that, you would get your opportunity to tell Jungkook about how he had gotten you pregnant, but a fansigning event cost money. Lost of money that you didn’t have, or were saving up for something else other than Kpop merchandise.

  “I don’t have that kind of money, Hana.” You admitted your best friend and watched as she dismissed you with the wave of the hand.

“Nonsense, I’ll pay for you.” Hana confidently insisted, and you didn’t know whether you wanted to cry because of how grateful you were for such a best friend or object because you were no where near ready to tell Jungkook he was the father of your child. “Consider this my baby shower gift.”

“And I’ll chip in.” Narae generously chipped into your running conversation. “Mostly because I know by the time of your baby shower, I would be broke with the amount of money I spend at Popeye’s everyday.” “You’ve got to stop going there everyday.”

Hana advised wisely Narae since Hana had good knowledge about the dangers of consuming that fast food’s products everyday since she worked there for a couple of months. “It’s not healthy.”

“I know, but I can’t cook to save my life and the food here sucks more than my own cooking.” Narae provided reasons as to why she developed her unhealthy habit of visiting Popeye’s on a daily basis.

  “Oh, aren’t I just blessed to have you two?” You rhetorically asked, and when you heard their laughter mixed with yours, you knew then that you were actually blessed to have them.

“I can see my thigh muscles getting bigger!” Taehyung cheered very loudly as he dashed his way towards the kitchen in the dormitory he shared with the rest of the BTS member, rising the pant leg of his short fire truck red shorts to showcase his quote on quote growing thighs.

“They might be getting thick, but they’ll never be as thick as Jimin’s,” Hoseok crushed Taehyung’s dream at the spot, amused with his comment as he stretched his hand out to give Jimin - who stood next to him - a smack on his pale blue denim jean covered thighs.

“I agree with Hobi hyung,” Jungkook chimed into their conversation as he got himself a bottle of cold water from the large fridge stocked with all kinds of foods that would disappear in a matter of days. “Those things are monstrous.”

“Stop talking about my thighs like that,” Jimin commanded with pink tinted chubby cheeks and a hand over his mesmerising flustered smile. “It’s weird.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Namjoon piped in momentarily before he turned his attention back onto Seokjin, who was currently slaving in that very kitchen trying to prepare a satisfying meal for seven hungry men, that including himself. “Hey, how’s dinner going?”

“Great, I’m almost finished with it.” Seokjin mentioned to Namjoon with a kind and wholehearted smile. He grabbed a silver spoon nearby and scooped by some flavoured rice he cooked earlier on that night, one hand underneath the spoon incase the rice happened to spill over onto the floor. “Try some.”

Naturally, Namjoon opened his mouth on command and Seokjin spoon-fed Namjoon the flavoured rice that had Namjoon’s eyes widening as the flavours of the rice danced fluently with his taste buds. “What do you think?”

“That’s the best rice I’ve ever had.” Namjoon gave his opinion with his hand over his mouth as he continued to chew on the seasoned rice sent from heaven above.

“Whipped.” Hoseok snickered underneath his breath, but abruptly stopped his snickering when his eyes saw the cold hard death glare Namjoon sent him.

  “Just another ten minutes and the food should be ready.” Seokjin informed all six of his members. Since there was still ten minutes left until Jungkook could get his grubby hands on quality food and was starving like he hadn’t eaten in days, he decided it was best to leave the food-scented kitchen and go somewhere where there wasn’t food. 

Somehow, someway, Jungkook had ended up at the door of Yoongi’s personal recording studio where he had just finished composing his first mixtape, and also the room in which the boys used to record all their logs back when they had time for them. Jungkook knocked three times, hearing a mumbled yet deep, “Come in.” from inside the room and entered immediately.

As expected, the main lights weren’t on - Yoongi preferred when there was minimal lighting in his self-decorated studio, apparently because he felt more creative with the lights off – and appeared to be checking something on his computer.

“Seokjin hyung said dinner would be ready in ten minutes.” Jungkook alerted Yoongi with immense awkwardness in his tone, not too sure as to why things seemed so awkward with him and Yoongi alone. Usually there was no tension, or awkward air between them.

That was before he met you.

Could you believe it? Jungkook still remembered you after hooking up with you a month ago. And to make matters worse, he still thought about you. Thought about your dazzling smiles, angelic personality and curvy body that he robbed every innocence of that night you spent bonding in the closest way possible.

Although Jungkook attempted to rid himself of any memory of your gorgeous self or your pretty pink lips, he knew deep down inside that there was no forgetting you. There was just something about you that was so different. A good different.

Often times, he would find his mind being polluted with the pleasing thought of you. Whether it would be during a fansigning event that he secretly wished you were attending, or even during mediocre sex with the sub-par one night stands he had after you, he always thought about you. And by God, that was never going to change.

You were you, the genuine and authentic you that blushed easily when complimented or thought of others before yourself, and that was what made Jungkook think about you. It might not have been everyday that he thought of you, but it was more than enough to tell anyone that in just that one night, you had a huge impact on him.

“Ya, Jungkook?” Jungkook heard Yoongi’s familiar voice call out for him, dragging him out of his thoughts of you and into his current reality that had no existence of you whatsoever.

Jungkook hummed in response, somewhat caught off-guard when finally hearing the multiple calls out for him. Jungkook shook his head as if that would shake the sense into him, his eyes noticing that Yoongi had now turned his chair so he was facing him. “Are you okay? You’re were standing there with this blank look on your face.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, it’s unnecessary.” Jungkook was quick to insist with a small sheepish smile that gave Yoongi the tiniest glimpse of Jungkook’s front bunny teeth.

  “How can I not worry about you?” Yoongi questioned without expecting an answer back as he briefly let out a laugh that sounded like a puff of air coming from his throat.

How could he not worry about Jungkook? Was there something about Jungkook, or something that he was doing that was worth wasting his limited energy on?

“What do you mean by that, hyung?” Jungkook asked Yoongi when he couldn’t understand by himself about what Yoongi worried about concerning him.

“Well, it’s pretty easy if you really think about it,” Yoongi then began to express his concerns to Jungkook. “I worry about what burdens you carry on your shoulders that you don’t want to tell us because you’d feel like you’d be burdening us, but most importantly about whether you’re happy or not.”

Of course Jungkook was happy. He had no reason to not be. He was living out his long-life dream of being a worldwide known Kpop star with his best friends he would call his brothers in a heart beat. Yes, he didn’t get the opportunity to see his family or visit his hometown as much as he desired to. However, that was the price that came with his dream and by now, Jungkook had learned to live with it.

“What are you talking about, hyung?” Jungkook couldn’t help but allow a few snickers of amusement escape his thin lips. “Of course I’m happy.”

“I know you are,” Yoongi replied instantly and before Jungkook could question his reply, Yoongi spoke again. “But, with the way you…with the way you sleep around with women you don’t know, or don’t care to remember, tells me otherwise.”

Here we go again. Back to discussing Jungkook’s very active sex life.

“Hyung, please—” Jungkook wanted to say so that he wouldn’t get into another heated exchange of words with Yoongi that could potentially harm their relationship and how they operated as a team with the other members.

However, Yoongi had cut him off. “I’m only saying this because I’m worried. A man, or human for that matter, cannot repeatedly have one night stands with countless of women, and not have something wrong with him.”

There was silence between them, but that quietness didn’t last long because of the courage Yoongi had when he asked, “Is it because of Eunae?”


Why her?

Why Eunae?

Why did Yoongi feel the need to bring her into their conversation?


Jungkook swallowed the heart-shattering lump lodged deeply within his throat. “I think dinner’s ready.”

“Jungkook, come on, we have to—”

Yoongi was cut off by the sound of the door slamming closed.

A week later, the last fansigning event BTS were holding for their promotions in Korea had arrived.

You waited patiently inside the venue in Gangnam-gu with nerves devouring every bit of organ they could sink their sharp fangs into. The palms of your hands grew clammy when all your focus was on the time ticking away at the top of top screen rather than the gifset displayed on the rest of your screen of another Kpop group you admired.

  If only you had won an opportunity to meet that group instead of BTS, none of this would be taking place, and you wouldn’t be pregnant with your ultimate bias’ child.

Before you could witness the time on your phone signal that yet another minute had gone by, you heard enthusiastic screams of excited fans and fansites and just knew that this was it.

This was the moment in which you were going to tell Jungkook was the father of your child.

You turned off your phone the instant those screams and cheers made their way into your pair of ears, daring to look upwards and laying your eyes on the seven people that dominated your bias list and your passionate love for good music.

  They looked perfect. But, that was normal for BTS and Kpop groups in general.

  Similar to the last time you met BTS a month ago, you managed to get yourself lost in all the hype and excitement of the presence of them and returned to your bashful and fangirl-like ways. Meeting them for the second time was even better than it was before because this time around, you knew what to expect and could react normally to having people on your phone screen living and breathing right before your very eyes. It was unfortunate that they didn’t seem to remember your name, but they did vaguely remember your face, but you swore that when you approached Namjoon, his eyes widened like he was surprised to see you again.

That proved to be the case because when you began talking to one another, he instantly said your name and asked if your faintly bruised shin had healed from your embarrassing trip up the stairs a month ago.

After you had your discussion with Namjoon and three other members, Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin, it was time to move along to Jungkook. From the moment you got off the train that stopped at Gangnam-gu station, you were a nervous wreck and by the time you had gotten to Jungkook, you were on the verge of having a panic attack.

Keeping in mind that stress and anxiety isn’t ideal for the growing baby inside of your stomach, you did a few breathing exercises that calmed you down before you could experience any traumatic attack that you had the luck of not experiencing. You moved along, eyes glued to the carpeted wooden floor beneath you that reminded you of the carpeted floor at that movie house Jungkook took you to, and kneeled before Jungkook.

Oh, looks like someone’s a bit shy.”

More like nervous.

You took in another deep inhale and exhale, lifting your head upwards so your hair wouldn’t shield your face from being seen and showed your face to Jungkook.

The face that had been haunting him constantly through sleepless nights since the day he met you.

  For a solid few seconds, you could tell Jungkook was flabbergasted by your presence, or by the fact that you actually showed up like he secretly hoped you would. However, after those five seconds, his look of astonishment had changed greatly and that damned bunny smile of his was alive and well.

Thin lips curved in happiness, front bunny teeth sticking out, and crinkles by the eyes — a combination of aspects that made your heart melt in your chest.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s so good to see you again.” He greeted you so warmly like he didn’t leave you at that movie house all alone the morning after your intimate bonding.

But then again, something did come up and he had to go. You couldn’t blame him for his hectic schedule, even if it was a lie that it started so early in the morning.

Since you were too much of a cowardly dog, you refrained from cutting to the chase and instead greeted him back and made small talk with him. Unlike last time you met him where you were oblivious to signs of interest in you, this time around you did notice those very frequent signs.

You noticed how he would repeatedly steal glances at you as you talked about mundane things you did after your night of love— wait, baby-making. You noticed how his lips would twitch and curve into this undeniable fond smile of interest that flattered you. But, this time around, he wasn’t flirtatious.

He was himself. You were you. And that’s what made you reuniting so beautiful and different.

However, before you could continue onwards with the ordinary conversation you were having with Jungkook, a wave of fatigue washed over you, reminding you that it was not because you worked yourself too hard, but because you were pregnant. And the father of the child you were carrying was right in front of you, totally unaware of the growing embryo inside of your tummy.

“You know, there’s actually a reason why I came here today,” You started to say, having to clear your throat before continuing onwards. “Besides the reason I wanted to you meet you guys again.”

Jungkook leaned forward, playfully raising his eyebrow with an amused smile on his face as he jokingly questioned, “And what might that be, Y/N?”

I’m pregnant.”

Oh, how you hated the bluntness of your words in that moment.

  All the colour in Jungkook’s face was drained instantaneously as those two words and ten letters came out of your mouth and flowed into his ears that began to block out any sound from that point onwards. Despite the loss of colour in his face and stunned facial expression, you continued on to say, “And the child is yours.”

Jungkook was a father.

Jungkook was a Kpop idol father.

Jungkook was a father to an unborn baby that you were carrying.


The world, most definitely, positively, absolutely, without a doubt hated Jeon Jungkook.

“Umm, maybe you have me confused with some other guy you might be dating or hooking up with, but the baby,” Jungkook leaned even more forward, stupidly looking at your stomach as if it had expanded after three weeks of being pregnant with his child. “I don’t think it’s mine.”

  “You don’t think it’s yours?!”

Oh boy, here come your weekly mood swings.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the loudness of your voice, urgently gesturing for you to keep your voice at a normal tone as he requested, “Lower your voice, please. I don’t want anyone to know what we’re talking about.”

“Well, that’s going to be a problem when Jimin is not even a fucking metre away from us.” You pointed out your observation with fury gradually painting itself onto your naturally soft features.

“Look, I get it that you’re still hung up on our night together, but—” Jungkook chose the wrong choice of words to say to you, a moody pregnant women, that had no tolerance whatsoever for bullshit.

“Hung up on? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You let out an almost non-existent bitter laugh. “I forgot all about that night the morning you left me sleeping there all alone, meanwhile you’re probably still fantasying about me naked. I am a struggling university student that does not, I repeat, does not have time, nor the money, to come here and have to deal with your steaming pile of shitty in-denial attitude. I just thought that maybe you needed to know that you’re the father of someone’s child and won’t come after me after twenty years, yelling at me because I kept our child a secret from you.”

“You need to move, the other fans are waiting for their turn.” One of the rude organisers commanded you in the midst of your heated conversation, or argment if that makes you feel better, with Jungkook.

“Give us a fucking chance, Jesus!” Jungkook barked at the organiser that had been getting on his last nerves that afternoon, the both of you witnessing her retreat to wherever she stood out of fear.

  Jungkook turned his head, looking you directly in your eyes, starry eyes gazing into starry eyes that burned with anger and rage, and opened his mouth to say, “Y/N, I—”

Save it, Jungkook.” You snatched your photobook away from the father of your child. “I don’t wanna hear it. We’re done here because clearly you seem to think I’m some psychopath that’s claiming to be pregnant with your child because I want something. I must want something, right?”

When Jungkook didn’t answer you, you took one look at him and all thoughts of him being this perfect painting of a Prince Charmimg you could only dream of marrying were demolished.

He was nothing but the storm in your heart.

Have a nice life.” You sarcastically commented and you were gone.

“Congrats to us for completing our promotions!” Namjoon cheered whilst raising his fizzy drink in the air, the rest of the BTS cheering loudly themselves and toasted their glasses to their celebratory completion of promotions in Korea.

All the boys were more than ecstatic about finishing for their essential promotion period in Korea. All except for Jungkook.

After receiving the news of your pregnancy, there was no such thing as happiness in his vocabulary and all he could think of what did he do. What did he do wrong to get you pregnant?

He wore a condom, he always does. He never pursues anyone without one.

What could it possibly be?

What resulted in your unplanned and uncalled for pregnancy?

“Jungkook?” Jimin’s sweet and gentle voice stopped Jungkook from interrogating himself any further. “What’s wrong?”


Everything was wrong.


Everything was bad.


Everything had gone to hell.

Because of how overwhelming it was to carry such a thing as an unplanned pregnancy on his young shoulders, and have not given the news much of a reaction, Jungkook did what any normal person would do.

He broke down in tears.

With tears cascading down his red-flushed cheeks at the rate of Niagara Falls, Jungkook cried. He cried, cried, and cried until everyone surrounded him with enlarged and terrified eyes.

Never had they seen Jungkook cry so hard.

  Thinking that it was best that Jungkook would let all of his tears out now before they asked him any questions, the rest of the boys watched on as their precious mighty Golden Maknae broke down in tears right before their very eyes. Thankfully and eventually, the tough maknae had put an end to his cries and was only left with an irregular breathing pattern and a stuffed noise.

  “Do you wanna tell us what’s wrong, Jeongukkie?” Jimin asked in his nurturing voice that was as delicate as could be, the boys witnessing Jungkook profusely shake his head no.

  “You’ll hate…you’ll hate me if I do.” Jungkook answered breathlessly, taking in sudden and sharp breaths as he sniffed every five seconds.

“We could never hate you, Jungkook.” Taehyung chimed in for the sake of comforting Jungkook and getting an answer out of him so they could resolve whatever was bothering Jungkook that made him cry.

  “We love you,” Hoseok stated, and although Jungkook couldn’t see his older members because of how he hung his head in shame, the six nodded their heads. “We’re your brothers — you can tell us anything.”

Oh boy, here we go again with the bluntness.

  “She’s pregnant.” Jungkook uttered out another desperate cry, unaware of the looks of pure disbelief on the face of his members as his eyes collected with salty tears.

“Who’s pregnant, Jungkook?” Seokjin inquired, and after getting his answer, he wished he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Y/N! That fan I hooked up with a month ago! The one that showed up at today’s fansigning just tell me she’s pregnant!” Jungkook yelled out both in frustration and melancholy. “She’s fucking pregnant.”

Their practice room had never been so silent.

Jungkook’s faint cries were like the sound of thunder striking in the deadly quiet practice room that contained an overwhelmed Jungkook and shell shocked Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin.

They could of never guessed Jungkook would get himself into such a thing. Especially at the peek of their careers.

  “We’ll figure this out one way or another, Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke first between the six of the surprised members. “You have our support one-hundred and ten percent. Because after all, we are all brothers here.”

At least Jungkook still had his members.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you stabbed your own self in the fragile heart with reading the small comments Jungkook had written down a couple of weeks ago with teary eyes and anger surging through your veins.

  It seemed that within those weeks you two spent apart after your intimate night together, he removed his sheep’s clothing and revealed who he really was. Some in-denial asshole that you wouldn’t let lay a finger on your child. Not in this life, or the next.

Yes, Jungkook assisted in the process of conceiving your unborn child, but that was it. That’s where his input ended. Besides, you had got your answer as to whether Jungkook would help raise your unborn child or not, and knew that it was just you and you alone who was going to be involved in that child’s life. Maybe by then, you would of found a reliable boyfriend that wasn’t into one night stands but a serious long-term relationship, and have him play an essential father role in your child’s life. Because it was clear that Jungkook wasn’t willing to play that role.

Selfish bastard.

  Just as you were about to reach out and rip Jungkook’s page out of your photobook, your phone vibrated against your mattress, indicating that you had received a new e-mail. Letting out a drawn out sigh, you stretched out your arm to grab the phone and gasped until your throat was ridden of all its moisture when seeing the notification for a new e-mail from BigHit Entertainment.

You were so screwed.

You decided to open the e-mail after a considerably long silent time spent blankly staring at the notification and allowing different worst-case scenarios to run through your mind. Thinking this wasn’t going to benefit your current circumstances at all, you read through the e-mail as carefully as possible.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

You are probably wondering why we have e-mailed you so unexpectedly, but after being informed of the news of you being pregnant with one of our clients, Jeon Jungkook’s child, we simply had no choice but to search the corners of the Internet and find a way in which you would contact you.

We understand that this isn’t the greatest time for you. We understand it completely, and we want to help you out with this pregnancy. If you would like to reach out to talk to Jungkook, please don’t hesitate to e-mail us back.

And if you wanted our help, we are ready and well prepared to give it to you. Tomorrow, at nine thirty sharp, we will be having a meeting to discuss your current situation and you’re welcome to come over and see what we have to offer you.

We hope to see you tomorrow, Y/N.

Yours faithfully,

BigHit Entertainment.

  What could of possibly taken place that now, the entire company knew of your pregnancy scandal, and were offering you some assistance?

Pushing that question that couldn’t be answered as of right now, or ever really, you looked over at the time on your phone and figured you should head to bed.

You had an early morning tomorrow.

“Goodluck in there, Jeongukkie.” Jimin smiled hopefully with his small eyes shaping into the shape of moon crescents, the positive source of happiness that was Park Jimin giving the younger boy a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, I’ll need it,” Jungkook insisted with a breathless chuckle, something he did when he was obviously anxious about something. Jungkook turned his head in the direction of the main door, observing how the early sun’s rays began to shine through the greenish-bluish doors. “Do you think she’ll show?”

Jungkook turned his head back to face Jimin and witnessed as the older one of the two of them stiffened visibly when he thought of that question for the first time. Short moments later, his broad and pretty smile showcased itself as he assured Jungkook, “I’m sure she’ll show. One hundred and ten percent sure she’ll show and from that point onwards, you two can resolve what’s happening between you and we can all live happily together.”

Jimin was always one of the most positive members in their group.

  Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror the bright smile on Jimin’s face, going to thank the older boy for his reassuring choice of words, but before he could utter out a word, the sound of the door buzzing audibly rang.

Hi, I’m Y/N,” You introduced yourself in a rather awkward tone, not sure how to behave in a situation you’ve never been in before. “I’m here to attend the meeting at nine thirty today.”

“Oh yes, Y/N,” The man behind the desk recalled your name from the information he was told earlier on that morning.

“I’ll buzz you in.”

“Thank you,”

And that’s when you made your entrance. Both into the building and into Jungkook’s heart.

You strutted your way inside the building with elegance and a soft amused smile settled comfortably amongst your angelic features. To have you look even more like those who danced in the high heavens and sang beautiful mantras, the sunlight from outside shined from behind you, creating a glowing aurora around you as you entered and went to the reception desk without as much as a glance in any direction, including the direction in which Jungkook and Jimin stood in.

That’s Y/N?” Jimin inquired with widened eyes and batting eyelashes, receiving a simple nod from Jungkook as he stared at you talk to the receptionist with his arms crossed over his chest. “She’s so pretty. Heck, she’s beautiful. How did you even manage to get her?”

Jimin whined in pain as he got a hard punch filled with anger from Jungkook, the older of the two placing his other small hand onto the area in which Jungkook harmed him and went on to say, “But seriously, how?”

“I don’t even know.” Jungkook truthfully confessed, and that was the truth.

Even someone like Jungkook couldn’t stand a chance with someone as beautiful as you that walked the earth with such elegance and tenderness to you.

The door to the practice room next to the two opened, revealing a lazily dressed Taehyung with his newly dyed brown hair hidden in the fire truck red snapback he wore. “Hey guys. What are you still doing out here? Don’t you have your meeting, Jungkook?”

“I do.” Jungkook confirmed Taehyung’s question, feeling the need, the absolute desire to take one glance at you again and appreciate the epitome of beauty that was you.

  “But we kind of got distracted by her.” Jimin explained to Taehyung, nonchalantly pointing towards you clearly enough for Taehyung to spot you but not enough for you to notice and think he was rude.

  “Holy cow, who is that?” Taehyung asked with his jaw dropped so far down, his chin scraped the depths of hell. “Is it Y/N?”

“The one and only.” Jimin chimed in with the shake of the head and an faint smile of disbelief painted across his features.

“Jungkook has got some serious game if ended up spending the night with her.” Taehyung commented without a filter, Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowing in offence as he turned to see Jimin nod his head in agreement as to what Taehyung said. “Like some serious game.”

“I’m not ugly, you know? I’m actually quite good-looking, and quite the charmer.” Jungkook voiced his own opinion to the two older men, thinking that all this talk about you being so beautiful that you were out of Jungkook’s league that Jungkook’s looks were in question.

“We know you aren’t ugly, but—” Taehyung attempted to explain to Jungkook but was interrupted by the tiny yet dramatic gasp that left Jimin’s lips as he whispered-yelled, “She’s coming.”

Instinctively, Taehyung and Jungkook looked in your direction to see for themselves if you were really coming, which turned out to be very, very true. You strutted down the hallway with an abundance of confidence, only appearing once as shy and bashful as your eyes enlarged when you saw Jimin and Taehyung and sent respectful bows and melodic good mornings their way, not even acknowledging the existence of Jungkook who stood right next to the two you greeted so enthusiastically.

  “Now, that’s what I call a women.” Taehyung was the first to speak up after you had walked past. “Jungkook, if you’re not interested in her, is it okay if I—”

“Don’t even think about.” Jungkook was quick to interrupt Taehyung’s sentence with an angered, but mostly jealous, emotion. He let out a huff, turning on the heels of his Timberlands and followed in your footsteps of walking down the rest of the hallway and taking the elevator to the third floor where all the board rooms where.

When Jungkook entered the room in which the meeting was going to take place in, he discovered that almost everyone that mattered tremendously or not really to the success machine behind BTS was sitting there, and so were you. Jungkook glanced at the clock on the wall.

He was late.

“Sorry.” He sheepishly apologised with pink-tinted cheeks and a flustered smile, bowing to show how apologetic and respectful he was before he found himself a seat that happened to be exactly across yours.

Jungkook’s manger stood to his feet, bowing before everyone in the board room, politely greeting everyone there before the meeting began. “As you all know by now, Jungkook has happened to get this young lady over here, Y/N, pregnant. Although we are disappointed as to the fact that contraceptives weren’t used in the right manner or didn’t work like they intended them to, we still want to provide services to Y/N during this time of need, as well as go through a procedure we came up with just last night that both Jungkook and Y/N would have to go through in order to not gain hatred from media sources after word gets out about Y/N’s pregnancy.”

You needed all the help you could get your hands on concerning your unplanned pregnancy, so at this point, you were already onboard with whatever procedure you had to go through with Jungkook.

  Jungkook’s manger stepped backwards to remove the black cloth from the blinding whiteboard balanced in front for the whole room to see.

Make Them Believe.

  •  Stage 1: Have both Jungkook and Y/N seen outside in public more than once being very affectionate and in love to raise speculation of their ‘budding romance.’
  • Stage 2: Confirm relationship to media sources.
  • Stage 3: Have Jungkook and Y/N make more appearances in public to make their relationship more believable. E.g: weekly dates to popular places for people to visit, been seen together at award shows, concerts or performances.
  • Stage 4: To confirm that the budding romance is rather serious, both Jungkook and Y/N would move into a house of their own provided by us.
  • Stage 5: Announce Y/N’s pregnancy to the press once fans or the press begin to notice signs of her pregnancy.
  • Stage 6: Deliver the baby, and given the things we provided Y/N with, it is up to Y/N if she wants to raise her child with Jungkook in the picture or not.
  •   *If so, we will have to come up with a plan that Jungkook can still be seen as a caring father that doesn’t let his work rob him of his father duties*
  • *If not, we can announce a mutual break-up between both Jungkook and Y/N, and Y/N is free to raise her child however she wants to.

You looked over to Jungkook to read his reaction to the procedure that would require the two of you to be in an arranged relationship. At the time, his facial expression was unreadable, but you could tell that he wasn’t exactly pleased with being tied down to just one person. Particularly with the long history he has with hooking up with multiple women.

  “So, you basically want us to fake date?” Jungkook was expected to be the first person to say anything in the board room after having read the procedure on the whiteboard.

“If you want to call it that, then yes.” Jungkook’s manger calmly responded to Jungkook’s question. “But it’s only because we don’t want to deal with the media freaking out over the truth about your first meeting together and damaging BTS’ image. Both you boys and us have worked hard to get where we are, we’re not going to allow our hardwork go to waste.”

Silence settled within the board room as others attending the meeting quietly sat by, taking down the stages on a pad and paper they had handy while you sat there, nibbling anxiously on your bottom lip as your eyes read the stages of your procedure again.

An arranged relationship with the father of your unborn child? That was pretty irregular, but then again, everything about your situation wasn’t normal. Another irregularity wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“I’m curious,” You commented with a thoughtful gaze on the last words written on the whiteboard. “What are the things you’ll provide me with?”

“Well, since we heard that you weren’t hundred percent finically stable to raise a child, we figured we should, even if you chose to have Jungkook in the picture, pay for child support, as well as other expenses you happen to run into for the child.” Bang PD, the brilliant genius behind BigHit Entertainment and BTS, spoke up for the first time during the relatively quiet meeting.

  The biggest weight had miraculously lifted itself off your heavy shoulders. You could finally stand straight and breathe in properly.

“You have no idea how much that would help me.” You refrained from shedding a few tears, displaying a grateful smile on your face as you bowed in Bang PD’s direction.

“So, you agree to participate in our plan?” Jungkook’s manger piped in with an eager tone, a smile stretching across his face as he watched you nod in your head and accept your nine months or so in a fake relationship with Jungkook.

“That’s great!” Jungkook’s manager beamed. “Oh, there’s a crucial part I forgot to add. Yes, this isn’t a real relationship between the two of you, but you two have to make it seem as legit as a real one is. There’s no use of going through this if one of you is going to flirt with other people, which will create more drama, drama that isn’t necessary.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Jungkook’s hand clench into a rock hard fist and his jaw clench, well aware that his manager was taking about his weekly, and sometimes daily affairs, with anonymous women. You could feel the tension between the two of them that was the result of a heavy, almost deafening silence settling amongst the room. However, within that deafening silence, you could think more clearly about your future. Well, your future for the next nine months. Maybe within those nine months, Jungkook’s cold demeanour that you had the displeasure of experiencing the day before could change and you wouldn’t be as reluctant as you were to do this because at least he was facing the music.

Better late than never, right?

“I have another question,” You mentioned to Jungkook’s manager. “When do we start this whole arranged relationship thing?”

“Right now.” He replied instantly and suddenly the sounds of frantic coughs entered your ears. You turned your head, alarmed by the sudden sound and saw that it was Jungkook who had probably choked on his manager’s words.

Casting Jungkook a worried glance, Jungkook’s manager halted talking until he saw that Jungkook had finally recovered from being shocked to his very core and explained to you. “The two of you have been seen together before, a month ago, and there’s a few fans that are discovering that you showed up at the BTS fansigning yesterday. We need to keep your appearances together constant, so your relationship is more believable in the public eye. Therefore, we’ve arranged for the two of you to go to Hongdae for a date of your choice since Fridays normally draw in a lot of people.”

“So you want us to get mobbed on our date?” Jungkook questioned, scoffing with a bitter laugh as he sat back in his chair. “How romantic.”

“Usually, Hongdae has a lot of foreigners on Friday, so your chances of getting mobbed aren’t as high.” Jungkook’s manager explained. “Plus, if there did happen to be a fan, most of them wouldn’t even think of approaching you while with Y/N and would most likely take a picture of you two together.”

He was right. Totally correct. Because if you happened to a fan that spotted your very own bias, Jungkook with a girl, you wouldn’t dare to approach them and would rather take a picture to show your friends. You knew the dangers of posting such things online for fans to see and how chaotic things would escalate once the picture was uploaded to the Internet. However, some fans didn’t.

Jungkook’s manager began to further discuss in detail what you were required to do with every stage of your master plan, as well listen to both Jungkook’s manager and Bang PD set of rules for your arranged relationship. And the more you heard about what was planned out for you two in those nine months, the more reality sank into your system.

You were pregnant with Jeon Jungkook’s child. And now, you had just agreed to fake dating Jungkook so the media wouldn’t find out about the truth of your first night together.

Could things get any more unbelievable?

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Correpondence. Frédéric Soulacroix (French, 1858-1933). Oil on canvas.

In Correpondence, the artist captured the finest elements of texture, luster and reflection and rendered them with meticulous technique. The sheen of the sitter’s dress, the furnishings, the polished finish of the marble floor, and the life-like rendering of the flowers and books evoke thoughts of the richness of the Empire era.

SHORT: paper and ink

Of all the simple and more complicated pleasures Dean thought Cas would find comfort in, he hadn’t been expecting writing to be one of them.

Not writing in a diary, or writing a story; just the simple act of writing, of dragging the nib of a pen across paper. The same short poem, over and over, in different calligraphic hands. The alphabet. A complex grid of Enochian sigils that, he said, meant nothing.

When Cas had gone through two dozen rollerball pens, Dean surprised him with a fountain pen. Nothing fancy, just a fourteen-dollar blue and silver number from the office supply store that took ink cartridges, but Cas had been thrilled in his quiet way, turning it over and over in his hands before padding barefoot to his room where he kept his paper.

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