The first week had gone by rather quickly. You sighed as you
closed the door, giving one last bow to the crew as they left. So much had
happened between filming everyday and working through the night, but you were
enjoying it more than you thought. You and Namjoon had formed a new tradition
of having a drink after the managers and crew left. You went to the kitchen to
prepare his beer and your glass of wine, you threw together some snacks as
well, while Namjoon straightened up the living room.
Namjoon was getting more comfortable at your apartment. He
set out your writing materials and laptop that you had placed in your bookshelf,
and was about to sit down on the couch, when something caught his eye. It was a
new draft of your upcoming book. He was loving being able to see one of his
favorite writers go through the process, but you were rather secretive about what
the book was about, so Namjoon felt himself lingering on the draft. Sneaking a
glance to the kitchen, he saw you were preoccupied with snacks and checking
messages on your phone. He took the draft and brought it with him to the couch.
She looked down at her
shaking hands and breathed. The doctor was blunt, his tone borderline abusive
as he stated that she was in fact going blind. Her head fell into her hands.
She knew she had to tell him, the love of her life, but the words got caught in
her throat. She would be a burden to him if she went blind. Maybe she could
escape in the night? Maybe leave without a trace and avoid the disastrous conversation.
The doctor patted her back, a small act of kindness after his abrasive
diagnosis, as her mind continued to raise about the future.
You walked into the living room and stopped short. The story
that Namjoon had his nose buried in was part of a new novel you were thinking
of writing, it was at the stages in which you simply needed to write the plot.
There were no character names, no true development, just words on paper. At
this point in the writing process it was raw at best, about 50 pages of rough
narrative. Usually you would snatch that out of anyone’s hands. Your
perfectionist attitude screaming to take it away, but a small part stopped you.
For the first time, you wanted to know someone’s opinion before you became too
invested. Namjoon continued to read. He was a fast reader and he found himself
nearing the end of the 50 pages of writing.
She touched his face,
trying to remember the little crevices, the way his smile felt against her
fingers, the way he stared intently into her eyes. She wanted to remember it,
feel it, embrace it. She saw the shadows coming into the center of her vision,
she knew his face would fall into the gray shadows and her world would be
engulfed in a dull darkness. But for now, she wanted to see him, his shining smile
in her lackluster world. She wanted to see him grow old, she wanted to watch her
hair grow gray, she wanted to see herself in a wedding dress, but it wasn’t
meant to be. So she gently touched his features once more before falling into
Namjoon closed the last page and took a deep breath. The story
was unsettling, a young girl realizing she’s going blind and trying to figure
out how to live in a world that lacks all sight. He exhaled and you walked up,
placing the snacks on the coffee table and handing him a beer. He stared at you
as you slowly reached for the draft.
It’s still a work in
progress. You said simply and he felt conflicted. He wanted to apologize
for reading something that wasn’t his, but he also was happy that he read it.
Can I ask what
inspired you to write it? Usually you have a more upbeat storyline. He questioned
and you looked at Namjoon, then back at the draft.
I have a condition. You
started. It’s genetic. You tried to
figure the best way to put him. I can
see, but when I was young I learned that I would need constant care to make
sure that nothing happened to my sight. Had I waited to have it checked out, I
would have been blind. Namjoon could put two and two together, you were
writing about yourself, a fearful almost in your life’s story. You sighed. The reason I write happier stories is
because I don’t like to dwell on what could have happened, but just like you, I
need to re-brand. As I get older, so does my audience. I wanted to write
something more thought provoking, more tear jerking. Namjoon placed his
beer on the coaster and scooted closer to you, rubbing your back with small
I think it’s amazing.
Of course, it needs a bit more character development, but I truly think you
have an awesome story on your hands. I just hate that it was something that
happened to you. Namjoon said more to himself and you chuckled.
Ah, it taught me a
lot. It taught me that even things like sight are a gift to be appreciated,
that adventures need to be had and things need to be seen and felt and life
needs to happen. Because if you let it go by, then all you saw was a computer
screen. Namjoon laughed and nodded. Since being in BTS, he could say he
traveled the world and saw so much, he met his idols and became an idol
himself. But he thought back to how the guys spent their days off and it left
him a little uncomfortable.
Hey, you want to do
something tomorrow? He asked and you tilted your head.
Tomorrow we don’t film.
Why would we do something? You responded and he smiled.
I want you to meet the
guys when there are no cameras. We have the day off tomorrow. I think it will
be good for all of us. Plus you can then rehearse meeting them for the show! He
grabbed his beer and held it up to you in a cheers moment. You rolled your eyes
at his corny nature and clinked your wine glass against his bottle neck. Taking
a sip, the two of you snacked and talked about the week.
The date was fun! Namjoon
exclaimed as you laughed.
Oh, you mean when you
fell while rollerblading? You questioned and Namjoon acted hurt.
You said that you didn’t
see that! He said, but you shook your head.
I just didn’t want you
to be embarrassed. By the way how’s your hand? During your “date” Namjoon
had hurt his wrist and had it wrapped up. He shrugged and explained that this
was a normal occurrence for him. The two of you continued to laugh and joke
about the week and the crew into the late hours of the night.
You woke up with a horrible crick in your neck and sitting
on your couch as you looked over to see an asleep Namjoon resting his head on
your shoulder. You groaned a little at the morning sunlight that poked through
the blinds. Namjoon rolled off of your shoulder and snuggled against the arm of
the couch as you stood up. Draping a blanket over his long, slender form, you
shuffled to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Namjoon walked into
the kitchen a few minutes later and looked at you as you made breakfast. By the
time he usually got to your place, you were already handing out coffees, so to
see you like this made him smile. You turned around and were shocked to see
mumbled and you nodded, trying your best to remain calm with his smoldering
gaze and morning voice. Grabbing the coffee pot you looked at him.
said rather enthusiastically and he smiled, nodded, and went to the cupboard to
I’ll set the table. You
moved out of the way and tried to hide your blushing face. There was something about
seeing him in the morning that made you go a little crazy. Oh, and the guys are coming over in an hour, so you might want to make
more food. He said and laughed as you looked up at him with horror in your
eyes. He winked and left the kitchen to set the table.
NAMJOON! THAT’S NOT
FUNNY! You yelled and he sighed.
Ah, a lover’s quarrel.
You know they warned me about this before the wedding. He commented and you
smacked him with a towel. Today was going to be an interesting day.
Haha, obviously the one “selfie” I manged to get in which I look somewhat decent is the random-spur-of-the-moment picture I got with Adrian after the stage door barriers were taken down…and of course also with a not-that-great point-and-shoot camera :/
Well, guess it helped not getting squeezed and pushed from all sides :P
Last Friday, the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror in Disney’s California Adventure completed its transformation into the new Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout! And it looks awesome! Though I do have mixed feelings.
On the one hand, this attraction sadly replaces an already iconic Disney attraction; on the other hand, the former DCA Tower of Terror was reportedly not as good as the Disney Hollywood Studios version in Florida.
On the one hand, we finally have a Marvel attraction in an American Disney park (with Hong Kong Disneyland having recently opened the Iron Man Experience); on the other hand, this attraction is only in California with no chance of it or any other Marvel attraction ever coming to Florida. (Damn you, Universal! Why you still holding onto those theme park rights?!?)
Judging from the footage of the ride and show building, the attraction looks just as awesome as the GOTG movies, and it probably feels just as awesome as well. Too bad I will never have the chance to actually ride it. (Again, Universal, why for you cling to dem theme park rights? I want Marvel at Disney World, damn it! I don’t want to pay to get into Universal just to get my Marvel fix.)
Anyway, for those of you who can’t make it to California (or for those who can but can’t afford to), here’s some footage of the ride and everything it has to offer—including an animatronic Rocket Raccoon. (Damn it! I wanna see an animatronic Rocket in person! Universal, hand over dem rights! They should belong to Disney!)