Imagine Enoch picking on you for being short

“Hm, wonder where Y/N is.”

“Enoch look down.”

“Like I can hear but I don’t see her?? Y/N where are you?”

“Enoch I swear to God I’ll kick your ass.”

“Well it looks like she left.”

“Enoch look the fuck down.”

“My precious baby girl is gone, boohoo.”

Anon: Please make us one of your really long essays (lmao) talking about about Kook/min in the 4m vapp live. Please! You have to do it, I don’t make the rules, it’s for science, I promise! :p 

There was quite a lot packed into that short segment (hm..), so I’ll just briefly go over what stood out the most: 

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the secret. - jungkook part 02

TITLE: the secret | 02

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: college, romance, smutish, angst

WORDS: 1572

WARNINGS: drinking, cussing, smut

SUMMARY: riddled with international fame, Jeon Jungkook befriends an American college exchange student. she only later finds out that he is an international idol.

part: 01 | 02 | 03

a/n: this is a completely filler chapter. things are gonna heat up tomorrow. :-) btw i’m kind organizing this by days, like Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, and so on… Idk if you’ve caught on. but yeah. i hope you like it. I’m gonna try to release a new chapter everyday. or at lease thats my plan lmao… 

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Day 4

You hazily opened your eyes as you felt all around your body for your phone. Tucked securely in your back pocket, you pulled it out and checked the clock. 5:35 AM. Where were you, you thought to yourself. You let your eyes adjust to the completely dark room remembering nothing from the party only hours earlier. You heard a ruffle in the bed next to you. Jungkook. You quietly cursed under your breath praying to any God who would listen that you didn’t fuck him when you were drunk. Jungkook groggily pushed the sheets back and raised his arms above his hand to stretch, slowly opening his eyes as he did so.

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170505 all day out

Giriboy: I’ll drink some water.
Fans shouting “you’re cute!!”
Giriboy: Ah and I want to say.. are you guys preparing for summer already?
Crowd: YES!!
Giriboy: What kind of preparation?
Giriboy Haha short sleeves? Hm we have to prepare for summer. For me, I gained a lot of weight in the winter so… (Fan shouts “you’re cute!!”) (touches his belly) so I have a belly now so if I wear short sleeves its very obvious so I’m trying to lose weight in preparation for summer but… I’m losing weight but I can’t do it anymore… ddeokbeokki (spicy rice cake)..

Vid cr: zoo.picc

johnnythirteenguns  asked:

hm.... for short and sexy gradence things... hmm.. okay mayhaps: getting caught in a a storm so sudden and intense that even the most quickly conjured invisibrella doesnt keep them from getting soaked. their wet clothing is so uncomfortable that rather than try drying charms on them they strip down in front of the fire (which fire, which room? idk) as quick as they can, and while drying off end up wanting to touch comfortably warmed up skin

Setting: Some ambiguous late fall time after “In a City”; Manhattan; Percival’s brownstone.


It was Credence’s idea to walk after dinner.

But Percival, for all that he looked rather put upon when Credence did not want to go directly home, only laughs when the heavy clouds overhead burst into a sudden and violent downpour. There are people about them in the streets. Everyone scrambles for umbrellas and alcoves.

“I’m sorry,” Credence says. “If I’d known it would rain.”

Percival holds him by the shoulder and leans up so that he speak directly into Credence’s ear.

“Are you a seer, by chance?” he asks.

Overhead, lightning jumps between gaps in the clouds and thunder rolls across Manhattan.

“No,” Credence says.

“Then you couldn’t know,” Percival tells him.

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  • Aaron: Do you reckon we need some entertainment?
  • Robert: What, you not think we're entertaining enough?
  • Aaron: Yeah, but when we finish our drag act, obviously.
  • Faith: Hm, this sounds promising. Short skirts, please. I need to see those legs.
  • Robert: You're his grandma.
  • Faith: I'm not yours. I'll let you call me mummy, though. (leaves)
  • Robert: No, we don't need entertainment. But we might get a few more people to come if the booze is free.
  • Aaron: People are gonna turn up anyway cos I'm a top bloke. Did you get enough food or shall we make some more?
  • Robert: What, cook?
  • Aaron: No, as if. I'll get Vic to do it. In fact, I'm gonna get on it now. (leaves, Ross walks up)
  • Ross: Hello.
  • Robert: Goodbye.
  • Ross: Rebecca is most displeased with you, my man. Most displeased indeed.
  • Robert: And that's got how much to do with you?
  • Ross: Well, she must have thought some, or she wouldn't have told me.
  • Robert: Well, thanks for the update. Your table's over there. In fact, better, the door's over there.
  • Ross: Pick a number between one and ten.
  • Robert: What? No.
  • Ross: Go on. It's a game. Pick a number.
  • Robert: All right, three. Can you go away now, please?
  • Ross: Wrong. The answer's ten. Wanna guess the question?
  • Robert: is it how many knuckles I wanna hit you in the mouth with?
  • Ross: (laughs) No. It's how many grand is Robert gonna have to stump up this time to stop me blabbing about his little secret to the last person in the wordl he'd want me to? Well... See ya!

In the end you’ve got to be your own hero. Too many people are out here trying to save themselves.. ➰

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@knittedgauntlets replied to your post: Hm… two short chapters, or one long chapter? Also,…

I usually go with whichever sounds better in the sentence, you know? Sometimes one wants the alliteration of cock; sometimes, jizz-cannon is better. I can’t imagine *how* jizz-cannon would be better right now, but you’re a talented writer who does excellent smut, I’m sure you could manage it.

I am not taking this as a challenge to work “jizz-canon” into a fic, just fyi lol

Bad News (Jacob Frye X Reader)

Hi lovelies,

I’ve got another one for you here. Took me a few weeks to complete this. And I’m sorry in advance for the not so good ending and for another Pub going. Please do not think I see Jacob as an alcoholic, this just happened to be another Fanfiction with such an ending.
I still have a few fictions left in my ac:syndicate folder. But you can also give me some ideas, if you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind. All it could take is time due to work and other things coming inbetween.

And yes, I also have NSFW works scattering around, but I’m still not confident enough to get them out when I still have trouble with Fictions like this one. lol

Anyway, thank you so much for following and liking my stories. It may not look enough to others, but for me it means a lot. Enjoy this piece (I really like the first half of this, but the second half is ugh, I dunno, just not right in my eyes). And yes, I know I repeat myself with every story I upload. I just want my Followers to know, that each and everyone is appreciated.

I just received 250 Followers, this is so awesome. You are awesome!

Title: Bad News
Summary: Jacob receives bad news about his sister.
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 1.678

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Hold Me Till I Sleep, Keep the Dreams Away

Percy wasn’t sure what it was that drew him to the stars so forcefully. Maybe it was all the bad dreams. Maybe something about their soft light calmed him after he woke up drenched in his own sweat and shaking, still feeling like he’s falling down that seemingly bottomless pit. Whatever it was, he found himself gripping the deck railing of the Argo II night after night, staring at the sky. He took a deep breath, inhaling through his noise, and swore he could just barely smell the sea air from down below them. He worked his hands over the railing, sliding them so the metal made a dull humming sound, and leaning back on his heels, holding himself up.

“Forth time this week.”

He jumped at the voice behind him, nearly losing his grip on the railing at falling, but managing to keep one hand looped around the rail, swinging himself around. He smiles when he does, rolling his eyes as she laughs at him, and running a hand over his hair.

“Jumpy.” Annabeth smirks, feet soundless as she joins him at the railing.

“Shut up.”

She laughs once, eyes moving from him to the sky. Percy watches her watch the stars for a moment, admiring the way she looks in the silver light of the moon, before looking to the sky as well.

“Can’t sleep?” She asks him.

He hesitates, rocking back on his heels again, “Yeah- well… More like don’t want to..” He rubs the back of his neck, “Y’know.”

Annabeth nodded because, hell, she did know. The dreams were like a plague. Their shoulders were brushing, only enough so she could just feel the heat from his skin and she pressed into him more, trying to cancel out the cool wind.

She huffed, tilting her head back and staring hard at the stars, “They’re just dreams. It’s over.” She took another breath, “We’re- We’re fine.”

Percy looked down at her, catching the waver in her voice. She wore an expression all to familiar to him: jaw set, eyes trying desperately to be stone-like… but he had always been able to catch the emotions that shone through the cracks. He reached out, sliding his fingers between her own, “Hey-“

“It’s true-“

He used their locked fingers to spin her so her back was to the railing, their chests together. He swiped a thumb across her tanned cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips before she could say anything else. He felt her melt into it almost instantly, her shoulders relaxing, her chin tilting up to kiss back. She sighed against his mouth, hand smoothing across his chest, resting over his heart.

She bit her lip when the parted, reaching up and pushing her fingers through his hair, “I came up here to comfort you,” she sighed, “You’re the one who isn’t sleeping.”

“And how would you know that unless you weren’t sleeping yourself?” Percy raised an eyebrow when she glowered at him, “I know you, wise girl.”

The old nickname made her press her lips together against a smile, “Shut up…”

His eyebrow arched higher, arms looping around her hips and pulling them closer, “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

She laughed, hitting his chest lightly, “Yes… seaweed brain.”

Percy grinned, “There we go.” He pressed his palm to her cheek, his thumb dipping into the light dimple held there, “‘knew that’d make you smile..” he said softly.

She just shook her head and leaned into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head and held her, feeling the goosebumps from the wind rise on her skin.

“I have an idea.” His voice sounded louder after the short silence.

“Hm?” She didn’t move from her position against him.

He dropped a kiss to the top of her head, taking her hand and pulling her back in the direction of the dorms, “C’mon.”

He led her straight to his room, helping her out of her shoes and guiding her to the bed. It wasn’t really big enough for both of them, but by the way Annabeth curled into his chest as he pulled the blankets over them, Percy didn’t think they’d need that much room anyway. They lay there, noses brushing, fingers laced between them.

“I think this might help.” Percy whispered. He could just make out Annabeth’s face in the darkness, again, lit by the moon through the window.

She hooked her ankle around his under the sheets, bringing herself closer, “I think so too..”

Percy tilted his chin forward, kissing her lips softly, “I.. I love you. Through everything, okay? I love you.”

Annabeth just kissed him again, and it said everything he needed to hear as he wrapped her up in his arms for the first good night’s sleep they’d have in what felt like decades.

A/N: Whoaaa first Percabeth. Many more to come most likely :)

BTS; friendship through a screen

Finals are ending this week and DEAR GOD IT’S BEEN HELL but I’ll be writing regularly soon! (check this list to see what I may put up next at the end of this week. /coughs/ starting with the first that’s long overdue /coughs/

just a little something since I thought it was cute!

Check out texting-bts because it’s so good omg and this is based on this lovely post. ^3^

/photo credit/


No more squinting your eyes in the dark when he asks can we talk now? No more hearing his whines through the phone when you won’t switch on the video because you look horrible and damn it, it’s not a good hair day and he retaliates, you look beautiful! You always do so c’mon, just let me see you tonight. And though he’s seen it many, many times before through pictures, through movements of what a video call is all about, through short-clipped dubsmashes the pair of you would trade to make one another laugh, he’s not, not, not ready.There had been many times where you pictured him through the screen, of late night texts and good morning wishes that made you smile brighter than the sun, dancing around in your pajamas just after reading one text from someone across the world—until today, he will be face to face with you.

Here he stands with nervous hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet before he feels a vibration in the right side and he pulls out his phone. Your name flashes up and his eyes literally glow before he reads the text; I’m getting off the plane!

He wants to remind you to watch where the heck you’re walking—you’re a klutz! But then the nervous feeling in his gut suddenly changes to a foreign one of what anxiety and excitement is that he replies; THE TIME IS HERE!

He can just picture that frown on your lips as your next reply comes in; I don’t see you… :(

He snorts as he looks up from his phone, noticing how there’s a disheveled figure lazily walking out with hair askew, clothes as comfortable as possible and he grins, typing words that made your head shoot up; I SEE YOU.

If this was a horror movie, believe him, you’d be running away first but considering it’s not, the shock gets to you and he sees you typing away—he chuckles; WHAT.

Your hair is so messy.

He hears you groan and God, you sound just as beautiful as you do through the speaker of his phone and he bites back a grin when he checks the text you’ve sent to him, standing literally ten steps apart but you just can’t put it together that he’s just right there.

I just got off a ten hour flight and that’s the only thing you have to say to me.

He shrugs and takes one step…two, three, four… sorry, but it is.

With a frown etched to your lips, he checks his phone one last time; shut up and come and hug me you little idiot.

From then on, his phone disappears and the creases on your forehead deepen when there’s no reply from him after that. Sighing and looking up, your eyes widen when holy fuck, Jungkook’s—his arms are embracing you in less than two seconds flat and you’ve yet to register what’s happening but shit, it’s happening, it’s happening, oh my god now your mom has to believe that Jungkook is a real person.

After what seems like a millennium, he feels you relaxing in his arms as he takes in the scent of you, feeling you curl your arms around him with your face buried in his chest and he just knows that things are going to be different now. “Hey, you,” He says, leaning away to take a look down on you, with his eyes, not your phone screen tilting down.

“Hey, you.” You reply, smiling as you look up to him, not with his phone tilting up.


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papabay  asked:

your comments about the storyboarding remind me of the time the anime team stretched out that Nejiten catch during the Kisame fight, as well as slowed down the music~ HUEHUE


OMG N E V E R FORGET. now you got my mind reeling so here we go, get ready for the lamest thing ever. 

amazes me that the tiny little panel: 

got turned into this whole scene: 

(FRACTION EYE WIDEN THAT DIDNT NEED TO GET ANIMATED WHICH COSTS EXTRA MONEY BTW even tho it’s probably not that much lmao but still)

the music gets all slowed down and everything, neji practically exhaling “are you alright, tenten?” tenten slowly getting up and saying, “thank you…neji.” 

^ Like lmfao they could’ve done all the action in that last shot right there and finished with that, b/c it’s. two lines.  

but naw, let’s get in like HELLLAAA CLOSE, like not even some med-shot shit but like FRAME DAT SHIT AT THE FOREHEAD AND DRIFT PAN 2 THE LEFT AS TENTEN SLOWLY GETS UP also they’re both drippin’ wet and white clothes??? :3c 

so. y’know, they could’ve easily saved like 20 seconds or something of animation, but naw, bet they were like ‘let’s have some fun with this’ ‘also these characters are cool’ also sometimes shows are like hm we’re short on content let’s add in some stuff but it’s not like….this episode was short on content lmfao we got Gai vs. Kisame and some dope fighting scenes and all. 

TLDR; urs truly ghostbananas kind of loves this meta shit and the OTPs so when the opportunity arises to text dump with both then i’ll rise from my ghost-ass grave for this 

Drop Dead Gorgeous

Brett talbot.

Brett’s POV

It was a Monday morning when I heard my mom yelling and banging on my door. I had forgotten about my consultation and honestly I didn’t feel like going to that stupid place anyways.
It’s been two months since Susan broke up with me, since that day I haven’t done anything but smoke, get drunk, go out and party and hang out with the McCall pack. I am not going to be a hypocrite and say that I treated her like a I queen. Because I didn’t. But I changed my player ways to be with just one girl and I also wasn’t a monster towards her. I spoiled her and did everything I could to be the best boyfriend she had. Just so she could break up with me with the excuse that she had met someone else. Was I not enough?
Scott, Stiles and Liam were really trying to help me. But I’d much rather them leaving me alone so I could deal with my pain my own way. She’s already in a new relationship and I’m still getting drunk to forget all the good times we had. My mom thinks I’m depressed so she scheduled an appointment with a therapist her friend told her about. The point was that I didn’t need a damn therapist telling me what’s wrong with me. I know what’s wrong. That damn bitch used me and broke my heart. “Brett get up. You’re already late, I called and told them that you were on your way” my mom shouted almost breaking the door.
I growled and threw my pillow across the room getting up and heading to the shower. I need to get ready as fast as possible because if I know my mom she’s going to be furious if I take even a second later than I need to.
My head was killing me, but I pushed through the pain and took a very cold shower so I could wake up and look a little more presentable from my hungover. I came out of the shower and dried my messy sand blonde hair with a towel while I looked through my underwear drawer for a clean boxer.
I went down stairs fixing my hair at the same time. My simple black jeans, tank top and jeans shirt made me feel fresh since it was the middle of July and the summer in beacon hills could kill just about anyone that chose to wear more clothes than needed.
My mom was waiting for me with one of the worse faces I have ever seen her make. She didn’t say a word and neither did I. I mean I am 22 years old and I could very well drive myself to this stupid clinic but my mother wanted to make sure I was actually going to go to this damn appointment. The car ride was silent and so was the walk up to the reception of the place.
It was actually a very cool place. The walls had drawings and paintings all over them, some had writings and some had signatures. Patients that decided to give the place a little life. “Mrs. Talbot, Dr. (Y/L/N) is waiting for your son, she is available for the whole morning just like you asked for, now Cody can just walk in the first door to your left and make himself comfortable, the Dr will be with him very soon” my head shot back from all the arts in the walls when a very good looking older woman talked to my mom. I just nodded and made my way to the first door. “Now, what kind of insurance you have?” I heard the woman say before I closed the door behind me.
The room was painted in deep red, there was a big black wood desk with a bunch of paper work and a tag that said “Dr. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”. Nice name. There was also a big leather couch and a sit next to it. In the right Conner there was a mini bar and some cups and behind all of that there was a big TV. I did as the woman told me and made myself comfortable by laying down on the couch and closing my eyes. My head was still killing me since my lovely mother didn’t give me any time to take some aspirin before I left the house…
It’s been 10 minutes since I walked in the room, the doctor is still not here and I’m starting to get really annoying with all this wait. If she’s an old woman that doesn’t do anything with my problems I will never come here again. 3 soft knocks on the door and I hear a soft voice asking “Mr. Talbot. May I come in?” I quickly shouted a yes and the door opened slowly revealing a young beautiful woman, when I say beautiful I mean fucking drop dead gorgeous. She was short. No more than 5 feet 2. Long dark hair stopping at her waist, big brown eyes, amazing white smile and high cheek bones with a single dimple on her left cheek. My eyes rolled down her body and I almost felt my heart skip a beat. She had medium round boobs and from what I could see through her bottom down shirt they were very perky, flat stomach and a round ass. Her legs were hidden by the black skinny jeans she wore but I could tell they were toned and big and she wore white nike sneakers. She had amazing curves and I was stoned but how beautiful her smile was. She couldn’t be more than 20 years old. “Mr. talbot are you okay?” She asked and I snapped back blushing a little “oh I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting someone so young and good looking to be hearing my problems” I said quickly. Did I really just fucking said that? She laughed a little and her laugh was adorable. She smiled at me afterwards and walked to the table to get a notebook and a pen sitting down on the chair next to the couch I was laying down afterwards. “Okay, I know this is going to be a little weird for you. But I want you to know that nothing you tell me it’s going to come out of this room, you can trust me completely with everything” she said moving her lips slowly and smiling afterwards, I smiled back. For some reason I felt comfortable around her presence “I don’t know. I’m not really into talking about my feelings you know?” I said looking at the sealing. “I understand. How about if you tell me something about you. I’ll tell you something about me” she said moving the chair slightly and crossing her legs which made me stare at them for a short while. “Hm okay, the reason I’ve been like this it’s because my girlfriend broke up with me, and I was not a bad boyfriend” I said defensively “I’m sure you weren’t. Well I’m not young. I’m 22 years old” she said and I smiled at her “me too” “ I know” she said winking at me and holding up the notebook with some notes on it and I blushed. Why was I blushing? “For some reason I think it’s deeper than that though. I mean you can have a broken heart but you don’t seem to be the guy that would let someone see that you’re broken. Is there anything else happening that made you feel rebellious?” The way she said rebellious with her big lips made my dick wake up. She was completely messing with my head. And she wasn’t doing much “my dad wants me to go live with him, but how can I leave my mom and little sister? They need a man in the house” I said that so fast I couldn’t believe myself. I don’t know how she’s making me tell her all of this and for some reason I can’t pick up her emotion sent. Nothing. It was almost like my werewolf powers weren’t working although I could still hear her heartbeat. Which was steady. I wasn’t affecting her like she was affecting me. “I see, was your father abusive?” She said moving her hair behind her ear. “No he was a great guy. Him and my mom just didn’t work out” I shrugged and she nodded. “Now tell me something about you” I demented and she smiled “okay, hm I’m not American, I moved here from Brazil when I was 13” she said and I smirked. That explains the body and the little accent she has…
After one hour of telling her my problems and getting to know her a little better my time with her was up. And I didn’t want to leave. I was looking forward to my next appointment with her and after she told me to go make an appointment for three days from now I couldn’t be more anxious for Thursday.

There’s a second and maybe third part!!! I just wanted to see if anyone would read my imagines! Thank you if you read it! It means a lot since this is my first one. And I’m accepting requests with any guy in teen wolf. Smut and clean :) byee - Mari :)

Angel VI - Writer!AU

Word count - 1311
Summary - Being the assistant of the writer Do Kyungsoo is rather.. interesting.

Chapters: (1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10)

“Good lord, all foods on a stick. What is that?!” You reply with a sarcastic ‘good morning’ as you try to cover it with your hair, but Yixing coming closer to examine doesn’t make you feel any less exposed to your gift this morning. “Did you meet a bloodsucker on the way here?! That is not a very discreet hickey.”

His reaction is exquisite, “More like Do Kyungsoo, the lifesucker.”

Memories of this morning come back to life, there has been a slight shift in ways to annoy each other when it comes to you two. Occasionally, Kyungsoo would still send you out to do meaningless things such as telling you to handwrite his perfectly printed schedule for the week, to just in the end tell you he can’t read it and use the printed version. All just to get on your bad side.

Then he has those days where he wakes up with the mood to make you flustered, to tease you. Just like today, when he attached his pouty lips to your collarbones just because you weren’t able to join him to his trip to Busan because you had an appointment with Yixing.

Yixing throws a scarf your direction and turns around telling you to cover it up, and when you tell him you are done he acts as if he has been holding up his breath for ages. “Thanks for letting me lend your scarf.”

“Believe me the pleasure is all mine, so now that all stains are.. ‘erased’.. let’s talk about the success of your short story! This has to be celebrated! So I think you shouldn’t be wearing baggy sweatpants tonight.” It amazes you how positive he can make you.

“Thank you so mu-”

Someone interrupts your words with repeated calls of your name, turning around you see someone unexpected standing in the doorway.


“Hyung! What are you doing here?” Jongin seems really out of breath, his hair is completely a mess though that kind of suits him.

“This is my place you punk,” he kicks his butt, “get out.”

Jongin ignores his words and just let’s his butt get kicked repeatedly while he points at your breathlessly but manages to talk, “I need you,” he pulls you with him.

“What? No! Dongsaeng is mine today.” Yixing protests but before he can even stop Jongin, he already has already turned around the corner with you following. “Kim Jongin I am older than you!”

Ignoring Yixing’s last words he shouts, “Goodbye, hyung!” quickly before the two of you completely disappear.

“Sorry for interrupting the two of you, I guess I just really wanted to speak to you.” He scratches the back of his head, “I kind of wanted to apologize and explain my behavior at the last party.”

“That’s okay,” you shrug as you hold a warm cup of tea between your hands blowing away the steam. Even though you said it’s no problem, judging by his expression he doesn’t feel the same way. Something is still bothering him.

“It’s just that.. I guess that I just envied you.” Him envying you? The son of a millionaire that can seriously bathe in freshly printed bills? He laughs when he sees your frowned face and continues explaining. “You see I got accepted in this fancy pants arts place for my dancing in France, which is my dream, but since my father is so opposed to me going I have to throw my chance in the bin.”

“Why are you letting him stop you though? If you want to go.. then just go.”

“It’s not that simple, I also have my g-”

You interrupt him, “I think it is that simple. I don’t see why his opinion about your future is more important than your own. I know he is important, he is your father anyway. But I think you are old enough to decide for yourself, besides are you willing to live with the regret of not going?” He says nothing. “I thought so. I should go now..”

Taking your cup in hand you bid him farewell as you get up to leave, right before you walk outside the door he calls you to a halt. “Oh and.. thank you.” He smiles.


“What is that hideous thing around your neck?” You can see his frown through the screen.

“Oh this?” your hand reaches the scarf that is around your neck to cover up, “it’s Yixings.”

“Well, take it off.”

Does he really want the whole world to see what he did to you or something? “No.”


“No.” You protest again.

Now.” He demands.


“Do you want me to mark you on a more visible spot next time?” He threatens, and even though he is an arrogant self-satisfied jerk.. he does always keep his word when it comes to stuff like this. “Wouldn’t that feel much better?”

“Not really no,” you try to reach for it again but he quickly holds it out of your reach. “Come on, Kyungsoo. I can’t show up with something like this tonight.”

His lips curve into a cheeky smile as he mumbles, “I don’t mind looking at it all night.” While holding his laugh. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” But he laughs anyway. “Hey look, I am still in Busan I have to get something done with Junmyeon, okay? I won’t make it back home so you should go by yourself to the party. I will meet you there. I swear.” He teases you by placing his lips to the front camera and laughs before he says goodbye.

But where is he?

You are standing in one of the most beautiful dresses you have ever even laid eyes upon, while the party take place inside that has been thrown for you, and you are waiting for the man who promised you he’d be here. It has been over 2 hours and you have tried to reach his cellphone for at least 10 times now, yet he hasn’t picked up a single time. Yixing has tried to push you inside multiple times, but has failed every attempt to succeed.

At the moment, you are growing desperate. He promised he’d be there, and half an hour too late he can’t even text you to tell you why he’s running late? Or at least tell you he is late?

You decide to just head inside, with a heavy heart and a head down. What if something happened to him?

By the time you are back inside after all the people congratulating you and giving you compliments on how your short story has affected their perspectives, you get back to head over to Yixing, who welcomes you with open heart. Also concerned about your worries. “I can’t believe he said he’d come, I worked on this so hard for months and he just stood me up. I want to be mad at him, but what if it’s because something happened?” Right then someone catches your eyes.

“Junmyeon!” How did he get here? Wouldn’t he have driven with Kyungsoo to the party if they were together in Busan? Ignoring your question where Kyungsoo is, he instead congratulates you with a big hug. He obviously has consumed a lot, again. Like.. usually. “Junmyeon, you really need to tell me where Kyungsoo is.”

“Uhh..” he slurs, “the hospital.” You want to ask him if he is kidding. Ask him if he is serious. Make it clear for yourself that he isn’t saying random stuff because he is drunk. But when you ask him to confirm it, the words still don’t hit you. As if your world has stopped for a second and you can’t comprehend the information that is being passed to you right now. “I said the hospital!! Hospital!!”

“Then what the hell are you doing there! Why aren’t you with him?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?”

Junmyeon giggles, and shrugs. “ohhhh, it’s not him! It’s that Miyoung that got into an accident.”

A/N: Yea, after ages of not updating this story I kinda feel like this is a bad chapter but it gets extremely dramatic from here so hm.. it was so short it’s embarrassing. I will update the next one quickly, as an err.. christmas present :)?