So I’m making this post to talk
about the good things that BigHit does in this time of lines and screen time feud. BigHit
entertainment is one of the best and least restrictive companies I have come to know.
Since BTS are their only artists, the amount of freedom and close knit
management they get is amazing.
There is no dungeon that the boys can
disappear into, and there is constantly new content for the fans. Sure
there are some things that happen that we nor the boys like, but then
they are dealt with. Yoongi complained about his scalp, and BigHit
relented, allowing him to stay dark for the past couple of comebacks.
They also allow the boys to use expensive equipment write and produce their own
music to release as non monetized mixtapes or song covers. They even fully funded the MVs given to both Yoongi and Nams for their mixtapes, and that is something they didn’t have to do.
The boys are
given the best produced music videos, and are allowed to create cinematic masterpieces with a deepened meaning. They not censored in the types of
lyrics that they write, despite how controversial in Korean culture.
this may seem trivial to you. All these small things are nothing
compared to the injustice that the members face. How dare they give
Jungkook all the lines and leave everyone else out in the cold! 2Seok
was basically missing this entire comeback!
Ok I hear you, but at the
same time, consider the fact that this is the first (and probably the
last) time Hoseok gets few *cough cough none cough cough* individual lines in a song. Spring Day was a more
vocal based song, so they decided that he should use his vocal talent to
back Jungkook rather than add another rap verse. It makes sense to me,
and it gives him the opportunity to show his vocal talent on stage if he
and Jungkook harmonize live as well.
And then there is Jin. It seems
that he always gets the short end of the stick. The amount of individual
screen time he got was unfair yes, completely. He is officially a
visual of the group, and if anything that should be the place he pops up
the most. But at the same time, Not Today was more a dance video, and he and
Nams are well, not the best dancers, so they wouldn’t put them in the
middle on all the dance shots.
Also look at the I Need U and Run comebacks, the entire story in the music videos clearly revolved around him and his character, something that the fans were quick to point out and appreciate. For those comebacks, he was in the center.
This is still not a justification, but
simply a reason for why they might have chosen to edit the video like
Next moving on to his line distribution. He notoriously along
with V get the short end of the stick when it comes to lines. And I
think it is simply because of the way the industry works.
You know how
sometimes Jimin and Jungkook switch lines because Jimin is better at the
high notes in the studio, but Jungkook hits them better live? The same
thing goes for most line distributions. What voice works the best for the feeling they want to produce? Who can hold the notes the best on stage? Like I said before, Jin is not
the best dancer, and their dances are HARD, so most of his time probably goes
towards practicing the choreography rather than nailing his vocal stability on
He objectively doesn’t have the best or most stable voice in the group, as
often times on live stages he is out of breath by the time his lines
do come up, and that is completely understandable. It’s the reason why
so many (even the more experienced) artists lip sync to certain performances.
Dancing while singing
is hard, and maybe it’s just not for Jin. Maybe, just maybe, he decided himself
that his voice was better suited for slower songs with less choreo so
that he can really focus on nailing his vocal performance. I mean in the solo he got to produce himself he chose a more soft ballad song rather than a more hard hitting one like Jimin’s because that just suits his voice better, and he knows it.
That’s why he got a lot more lines in “Butterfly” a slower ballad with less complex dancing and softer vocals, right where Jin thrives, but not really the typical image BTS produces musically.
Once again this isn’t a justification, and more a reason why he might get fewer lines. It is true that the line distributions are unfair and I agree with that, but it’s also a question of the industry standards, and the fact that sometimes it might be the best solution to a shitty problem.
I know I’m
probably going to get some flack for this one, but it’s just something
that needed to be said. Us fans really need to step back and appreciate
not only the boys, but the company that helped make them.
A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~
Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch
to lace up your trainers for dance practice.
“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and
closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his
lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.
“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”
Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there
are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.
He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a
poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he
says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a
step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have
you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs
about in time to your own rhythm.
You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic
dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.
“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”
You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to
leave for practice.
Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.
When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what
he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing
Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded
by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss
track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of
this stuff down - it’s gold.
But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his
hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s
getting away with that!
Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and
thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t
belong to you,” he snarls.
The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides
it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are
left, invisible in the corner of the club.
“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control
“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps
like that make me furious.”
You bite your lip. “Wanna get out
Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another
man. It should be him leading you
as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss
away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And
seeing his hands on your waist has something
sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.
“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.
“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see
through with one blink and one shake of your head:
“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”
“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.
Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his
shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of
the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”
Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for
the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”
Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No,
on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.
Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance
lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you
seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but
the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.
Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and
show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep
your eyes trained on him, and no one else.
“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.
“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.
The frown that clouds your features is not the response
he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?”
you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.
Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”
You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter
what I say about the other members, or any other man for that
matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”
Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.
Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin
That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips,
you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to
the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.
“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.
“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes
scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo,
and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I
saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling
jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”
You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his
chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other
“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most
precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the
music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.
Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird.
In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures,
Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break
free from his rib cage.
There’s only one thing to do.
He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.
Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing
that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re
bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.
Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when
the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together,
hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.
You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.
“Hey,” you whisper.
He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”
You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way.
It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in
front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching,
kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.
It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.
AN: thank y’all for being so patient and understanding while waiting, and creds to @legendrarrymalfoy for the line about peanut butter and jelly
Request:@sunshinelafayette - Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stagehand for Hamilton and she and Daveed used to be together until they had a really nasty breakup so they avoid each another at all costs. One day she has to bring something to his dressing room, so she goes when she thinks he has already went home, but they run into one another and get into an argument and one thing leads to another and feelings come out and they have hot dirty angry/makeup sex on the couch of his dressing room? Thank you!
As usual, you were the first person to arrive at the theater. It was easier to get in and make sure that the props were organized when the place was empty. There was no one to distract you with pesky questions, no cheating exes to, well, be near you. It was just better this way. By now everyone knew. Word spread fast in theater. Even if it didn’t, the two of you had been all over each constantly until, suddenly, you weren’t. Anyone could have guessed. Nobody seemed entirely surprised. No one amongst the crew and decent majority of the cast, anyway.
A/N: I have decided that there aren’t enough burr imagines out there, so i made one! i am proud of this, so enjoy!
You’ve checked your wrist hundreds of times, seeing if your soulmate would get any closer to you. But since you were born, your wrist read 1500 miles, 1500 miles away from the one you were meant to be with, 1500 miles away from seeing their face.
It was strange, sometimes you thought that your clock was broken. It hasn’t changed in miles, so either you haven’t gone anywhere in ages, or the person didn’t move out of their one-mile radius.
Most of your friends found their soulmates, they were lucky enough to live within a hundred-mile radius of one another. But you, you weren’t so fortunate. You had states to travel, hundreds of dollars to spend to see them. You wondered whether it was worth it. But you saw the happiness on Elizabeth’s face when she met Alexander and their immediate connection that you continued to think otherwise.
3 times simon flirts with jace in serious situations + 1 time jace gives it a try
“Sorry. I know it’s kind of messy.” Jace murmurs as he pushes the door to his room open and leads Simon inside. He normally doesn’t invite people inside his personal quarters, but if he has to see Simon covered in blood for another second he’s going to lose it.
Simon looks around with an arched brow. “Messy? Dude there’s like, two shirts on the ground and some empty water bottles. You should see my room, the floor is covered entirely by like eight feet of clothes.”
“I have seen your room.” Jace reminds him. “When you–”
It’s stupid that he can’t finish the sentence, but he can’t. The word “died” burns his throat and it just feels wrong to say for some reason, like when he was younger and he cursed to act tough around Alec even though guilt burned in his stomach.
Simon seems to pick up on his hesitance and, thankfully, doesn’t continue the conversation. Instead he points at the door to their left in question, and Jace nods.
“I’ll try not to use up your expensive shampoo and conditioner.” Simon promises as he heads into the bathroom.
Jace can’t muster up the strength to quip back. He lays back on his bed and stares up at the ceiling while the sound of the shower drowns out some of the noise from downstairs. He should probably be down there, but Magnus told him to take some time away from all the bodies and he’d quickly accepted that instruction. He feels like a sham, running away from the people he killed while the people most affected clean up his mess.
Jace just wants it to be over. He wants to be years away, or lives away. He wants to be reborn as a mundane whose problems don’t go beyond things like family drama and relationships. Boys his age are supposed to be in college, drinking and partying and flirting. Not killing people accidentally because their evil dad tricked them into touching a magical death sword.
The running water stops abruptly after ten minutes and Simon emerges again, now clean and free of blood. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and Jace realizes that he never gave the guy any clothes, so he rustles through his closet while Simon stands frozen near the door, probably wondering how he’s ended up naked in Jace’s room.
“Here.” Jace throws him grey sweatpants and a green shirt, which Simon appears puzzled over.
“Have you ever worn this?” He asks. “Have you ever worn any color at all?”
“I was saving that shirt for the event that you might need to wear my clothes. Black isn’t your color.” Jace responds and he’s supposed to be sulking, goddamn it, but he can’t help it. Teasing Simon is like blinking or breathing. An involuntary function.
Simon briefly enters the bathroom again to change and then pauses in front of the mirror that hangs over Jace’s dresser, staring at his own reflection solemnly.
Jace is about to make a joke about vampires and mirrors but Simon beats him with a quiet question.
“Is it ugly?”
Jace shakes his head immediately. “It’s badass. Really wicked. I’ll teach you how to use it to pick up girls.”
“Not really on my radar at the moment.” Simon dismisses. Jace watches him trace his finger over the long silver scar that stretches from one side of his neck to the other, which will probably be almost entirely invisible once he has enough time to recover and replenish his blood. According to Magnus.
“Did it hurt?” Jace asks, which is a stupid question. The smirk on Simon’s face is proof that it was a stupid question.
“When I fell from heaven?” Simon finishes, and Jace has to swallow the laugh that’s trying to surface. He knows it’s fucked up, because there’s so much death and misery downstairs. But upstairs it’s just him and Simon, who has the most amused grin on his face.
So everything’s okay upstairs.
Alec is genuinely about to murder someone, and Jace doesn’t blame him.
“I swear, we’ll find who’s doing this.” He declares with the blaze of righteous justice in his hazel eyes. Magnus is looking up at him from where he’s seated with a mix of admiration and sympathy. He reaches up and tugs weakly at Alec’s shirt to get his attention.
“Whoever’s doing this hired a warlock. And the warlock is probably long gone.” Magnus explains. “You won’t be able to find which Shadowhunter is doing this out of everyone in the Institute. It’s the needle in the haystack, darling.”
“But it’s terrible.” Alec insists. “Putting a ward up that makes Downworlders sick when we’re on lockdown? You guys can’t even leave to feel better! I’m going to find them–”
“Alec.” Luke says, putting up a placating hand. “It’ll wear off in a few hours. Until then we’ll just wait it out, alright? No need to kill anyone.”
Knowing his brother, Jace is surprised that Alec manages to actually calm himself down. Maybe it’s the effect of seeing Magnus and Luke, two seemingly invincible people, weak and sick from the effects of the ward that’s currently enclosing the Institute.
“Okay.” Alec finally agrees, crouching down beside his boyfriend, who leans into him immediately. It’s unsettling seeing Magnus look so pale and exhausted, and the smudged make-up on his cheek is so out of place that Jace feels the urge to wipe it off for him. “I’ll take you to bed.”
As soon as Magnus nods, Alec scoops him up entirely and starts off in the direction of the elevator, his boyfriend carried bridal style against his chest. Clary helps Luke to her room and then it’s just Jace and Isabelle, who share a look with each other.
“I’ll be valiant and get Simon.” Jace offers. “Because I don’t want to owe you.”
“You bet your ass you don’t want to owe me.”
He finds Simon looking miserable and exhausted in the library. He’s sitting in one of the overstuffed, comfortable-looking but not actually comfortable armchairs. He looks the same way Magnus and Luke looked: tired and sick.
“Time for bed.” Jace announces, swiftly grabbing Simon by his shirt sleeve and hauling him into an upright position. Simon looks up at Jace as if he’s seeing someone from a parallel universe, his eyes wide and astonished.
“Some asshole put a ward up. You’re feeling sick because of that, so are Magnus and Luke. There’s no point in suffering through it, might as well sleep it off.”
“But I don’t have a room here.”
Jace rolls his eyes. Does Simon think Jace came all the way down here just to tell him he has to sleep on the floor? “You’re lucky I live here, then.”
He drags Simon through the halls and into the elevator, where Simon slumps heavily into the wall and doesn’t even bother to make a snappy comment, which is further proof of how awful he feels. Jace guides him into his bedroom and peels back his blankets, watching Simon make himself comfortable.
“You’ve gotta stop inviting me up to your room.” Simon mumbles sleepily as Jace pulls his armchair up beside the bed and takes a seat, reaching for the book he’s halfway through. “What book is that?”
“The Song of Achilles.” Jace responds, showing Simon the cover. “I’ve read it before. I re-read the beginning, sometimes I skip the end. It’s too sad.”
“Then why do you keep reading it?” Simon asks, looking up at Jace with sleepy eyes. He looks kind of adorable, and Jace is glad that he took care of this rather than letting Isabelle do it.
“Because I guess…I guess I always think maybe it’ll be different this time. Like maybe he’ll save Patroclus. Just because he didn’t do it the first time doesn’t mean he can’t figure it out eventually.”
Simon sits up, supporting himself with his elbow. “Books don’t change.”
“Real life does.”
Simon stares at Jace for a few moments. He seems to be thinking it over, trying to figure out what Jace means. Jace doesn’t even know what he means, but it’s the only way he knows how to express the conundrum. The story of Achilles and Patroclus never stuck with Jace before, but recently he’s been thinking about it a lot.
He snaps out of his musings when he notices the light flush over Simon’s nose and cheeks. Jace leans forward to press a hand lightly to Simon’s forehead and he frowns.
Simon’s smile is instantaneous and Jace immediately realizes his mistake, but it’s too late.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Oh my God. Go to sleep.”
“Alright.” Isabelle runs her hands together and looks absolutely deadly. The shine in her eyes is like the reflection of light from a blade, beautiful but clearly lethal. Her wip is in her hands and her fingers carefully stroke it, delicate with the leather. “I’m taking Clary. Boys, you go everywhere below 14th street and we’ll meet up later.”
“I don’t understand why you get to choose pairs now that you and Clary are dating.” Alec complains, and it’s a little obvious to everyone that he’s more than a little jealous of Clary taking up his brother-sister bonding time.
“When Simon and Jace start dating, I’m sure they’ll do the same thing.” Clary offers in consolation. Jace looks over at Simon, who winks. Alec looks up at the sky, probably praying Magnus will make a sudden guest appearance.
They walk in the direction of their first target, Alec walking a few paces ahead while he chats on the phone with Magnus. It’s as if he’s taking a relaxed stroll through Central Park, not heading toward a demon infestation.
“So uh, what’s the plan?” Simon pipes up. “I know you guys don’t always do plans, but while we have this convenient extra time I figure it wouldn’t hurt. Not that I’m worried or anything, but you guys can still die so I’m just looking out for you–”
“Shush.” Alec says, but there’s no menace in his tone. He’s grown to like Simon, whether he’ll admit it or not. “Jace, make a plan.”
“Just wait for the right moment.” Jace says with a shrug. “And then attack. You’ll know it when you see it.”
“Right, right, cool.” Simon nods. “But what if I don’t?”
Simon does not. It’s fascinating, actually, how oblivious he is to dangerous situations. Jace supposes he can’t blame Simon, because Simon hasn’t been learning this his whole life like Jace has. He’s been playing D&D, sure, but it doesn’t count.
So when there’s a demon advancing rapidly toward Jace and Simon, who has a great vantage point from the top of the fire escape he’d scrambled up to avoid getting bitten, fails to realize what he has to do, Jace is forced to yell out instruction.
“Simon!” He hollers to get attention. “Go down on it!”
Without hesitation, Simon jumps over the railing and lands squarely on the demon that’s now only held away from Jace by a few inches on his blade. There’s a few seconds of struggle before the gnashing teeth near Jace’s face disintegrate into black ash, and Simon looks up from where he’s crouched in the middle of it.
There’s ash in his hair, ichor on his clothes, and a bright smile on his face.
“Want me to go down on you next?”
Jace has to physically force himself to look away and jump into the next attack. Goddamn it.
“Okay. Don’t panic. It’s fine.”
“I don’t think it’s fine. This is right out of The Walking Dead or some shit, Jace, oh my g–, do you think they can pry the door open?”
Jace hits the lock button on the driver’s side door, but nothing happens. Figures the car they chose to hide in during a demon horde passing was a lemon. It was just their luck.
“They can’t pry the doors open.” Jace announces. “They don’t know we’re in here. They can’t see us, so we’re not here.”
“Great. Great. This is just…”
“Great?” Jace finishes. He feels bad for Simon because he knows about his anxiety, about his panic attacks, about how both of those things are more likely to become a problem the longer the demons are outside the car. He looks around for something to distract Simon but comes up empty.
“Hey, I read a book I think you’d like.” Simon says abruptly. He sounds strange, like he’s reciting lines in a play. He’s forcing himself to calm down, Jace realizes. So he plays along and says his line.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“The Five People You Meet In Heaven.” Simon responds. “It’s sad, too, but it’s kinda about what you were saying the other day. About getting second chances and having different endings and stuff. It’s–it’s really good. You could have my copy.”
A thought forms in Jace’s head and his lips move before he can stop himself.
“You don’t have a copy from the library?”
Simon looks over, confused. “What? No. I wouldn’t lend it to you if it was from the library.”
“Well–well you should come to the library. With me. So that we–so that I could check you out.”
There’s a brief silence during which Jace considers opening the car door and letting the demons have him for dinner, but Simon’s sudden bursting laugh halts any and all thoughts.
“Dude.” Simon heaves between laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Oh, Jace, that was so bad. Oh man, oh Jace. Oh no.”
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“It was!” Simon wipes at his eyes again.
“Stop that! Your eyes aren’t even watering.”
“They are!” Simon snatches Jace’s hand and pulls it over to his face, forcing Jace to realize that okay, fine, his eyes are watering just a little. But they shouldn’t be, because it wasn’t that funny, and Jace slowly begins to realize that his hand is still resting on the side of Simon’s face and it’s not moving, and Simon isn’t making it move, and they’re staring at each other and leaning in and then,
“Oh.” Jace gasps after kissing for what had to be five minutes. “Wow.”
“Good thing you’re better at kissing than flirting.” Simon laughs, and Jace’s lips burn to be back where they just were.
“Hey. You’ve been flirting with me for weeks, but the very first time I flirt with you…” Jace presses a short kiss to Simon’s lips again. “This happens.”
After Negan was left rotting in a cell and the Sanctuary had fallen things went quiet for a while. Some of the saviours joined Alexandria, the Hilltop or the kingdom, others went their own way. But not all was as good as it seemed. Back to your normal lives you were faced with the consequences of your actions during the war. You weren’t one of the people who dealt with it very well. Negan eventually escaped and vanished and after a while so did you.
Summary: You and Namjoon belong to a close-knit trio of underground musicians. Everything changes when Namjoon lands a major record deal.
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Namjoon let his head fall onto your shoulder, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion. You peered at the clock hanging on the wall of your “studio”–it was really just a shabby apartment you shared with two other musicians. It was just past three in the morning.
“Yoongi, our collab can wait a few more hours,” you groaned, sinking further into the tattered couch. “Let us sleep.”
“I have an early shift. Need to do this now,” Yoongi grunted, still smashing away at his keyboard. “Plus, inspiration is a fickle mistress.”
“Dude, our stage isn’t for another two weeks,” Namjoon argued tiredly. “Our set’s pretty much complete, anyway.”
“If you guys are tired, just go to bed,” Yoongi sighed, finally turning to look at you. “I’ll finish as much as I can now and we can work on it tomorrow.”
You and Namjoon leapt up at Yoongi’s dismissal, eager to go to bed. Namjoon practically sprinted out of the living room, disappearing into your bedroom with a loud crash. The sound of Namjoon’s muffled cursing carried throughout the flat.
Before you turned to follow Namjoon, you paused and looked at Yoongi. His eyes were ringed with purple and he had lost weight. Frowning, you walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Get some rest, okay?” you asked quietly, squeezing him gently. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I will, Y/N,” Yoongi said with a small smile. “Go fucking spoon your boyfriend now, or whatever it is you two do.”
“We’re not dating!” you called over your shoulder as you walked away. That was the truth–sure, you were intimate, but Namjoon didn’t like to label things. And, well, you liked Namjoon.
In your room, Namjoon was already half asleep, nestled underneath a mountain of blankets. He roused at your entrance, his eyes opening slightly. You slipped into the bed with him, Namjoon’s arms wrapping around your waist instinctively.
“Night,” you whispered, leaning into Namjoon’s larger form. He radiated warmth, lulling you to sleep easily.
“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice gravelly, and kissed the back of your neck. His arms tightened around your body as you both slipped into a deep slumber.
The next morning, you slowly slipped from the covers of sleep. You were met by the sight of rays of golden sunlight streaming in through the open window, casting the room in a warm glow. Nearby, you could feel the constant heat of Namjoon’s body, although he was no longer laying beside you.
“Namjoon?” you called groggily, pushing yourself upright.
He was sitting at the foot of the bed, hunched over looking at his laptop. Namjoon’s eyes were wide, and his shoulders appeared to be shaking.
“Are you okay?” you whispered, crawling towards him. You hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“I got the record deal,” Namjoon said, his voice coloured with disbelief. “T-they emailed me this morning. They want me to go to Gangnam to discuss contract terms.”
“Holy shit,” you gasped. “Oh my god, Namjoon! That’s amazing!”
Namjoon turned to you, a huge smile finally illuminating his face. His cheeks dimpled endearingly. “I did it, Y/N,” he laughed. “I’m gonna make it.”
You laughed with Namjoon, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushed you down so he was laying on top of you. With some difficulty, he kissed you, smiling too much for it to last long. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, Namjoon sighed in contentment.
Tugging at the bottom of Namjoon’s shirt, you bent your head down to whisper into his ear. “I think this calls for celebration, no?”
Much later that morning, you found yourself curled against Namjoon’s chest. The heat between your bare bodies was both comforting and overwhelming. He traced patterns against your back, his fingers travelling across the ridges of your spine. You practically melted into his touch.
“I’m so proud of you, Joonie,” you mumbled into his skin. “The world’s finally ready for you.”
“You’re going to be right there with me,” he replied with conviction. “If I can make it, so can you.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” you giggled. A darker train of thought passed over you. You bit your lip nervously. “But if that doesn’t happen, don’t forget about me, okay?”
“Don’t talk like that,” Namjoon scolded gently. Then, he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. “But how could I ever forget about you?”
“About us, I mean,” you said, blushing slightly. “What’s going to happen with us?”
“We’re going to be just fine,” Namjoon replied. “Our situation might change, but that doesn’t mean we have to as well.”
Two weeks later, Namjoon was in Gangnam and you and Yoongi were still in the sketchier parts of Seoul. You had to rearrange your entire set, awkwardly trying to fill in the gaps Namjoon’s absence had left.
When you and Yoongi performed, you made a good duo. The audience responded enthusiastically to the harmony of Yoongi’s raspy, carnal rap and your sweet melodies. But you both felt wrong–something was missing. To date, it had been your worst performance.
That night, you and Yoongi took the bus home. How glamorous, you thought bitterly, replaying the video’s Namjoon had sent you of his new dorm. It was small, but still much nicer than the tiny, rundown apartment you used to share with him. Since Namjoon was no longer contributing rent money, you and Yoongi took on extra shifts at your part-time jobs.
But difficulties aside, you simply missed him. Your blankets still carried his rich scent, his belongings were still scattered throughout your room. His sweaters hung from chairs and his shoes still sat in the doorway. Sometimes, it seemed like he never really left.
Your cell phone vibrated. It was a text from Namjoon.
RECEIVED 4:18 AM
How’d the show go, babe?
SENT 4:19 AM
it was ok. it’s weird performing without u
RECEIVED 4:21 AM
Don’t get used to it! We’re gonna make it big as a trio
SENT 4:21 AM
of course joonie~ go get some sleep now ok?
RECEIVED 4:22 AM
I will. Talk to you tomorrow
You looked up from your phone, watching familiar scenery roll past the windows of the bus. Beside you, Yoongi had fallen asleep, his head being jostled with every bump in the road. When the bus finally reached your stop, you shook Yoongi gently. The two of you walked the rest of the way home in companionable silence.
Two months later, you and Yoongi were stuck in the same position–the one you had been in for years. You and Yoongi released more and more recordings online, which brought little to no recognition and even less income.
Still, you mailed out CD’s and emailed files relentlessly. It felt like you sent hundreds out a day. Sometimes you’d receive a response, only to be invited to auditions with kids who were still in elementary school. You’d scoff at that.
“We should just make our own fucking label,” Yoongi would say sometimes, bitterness seeping into his tone.
At this time, Namjoon hadn’t been in as frequent contact as before. He texted less and hardly ever called. But he was training hard, and he sounded exhausted whenever you did talk to him.
By now, the sheets had lost their scent. You and Yoongi quietly packed away the remainder of Namjoon’s belongings–the one’s he didn’t deem important enough to bring with him, but were the world to you. They sat in a box, pushed into a dark corner of the apartment.
Slowly, Namjoon began to fade out of your life. The first time you walked into your flat, not expecting to see Namjoon spread across the sofa or on the floor, you realized that he was truly gone.
Two years later, you and Yoongi were working as songwriters. You sold your demos to some substantial companies, making your revenue off royalties. It was enough to make a living, and you could quit your day jobs.
Also, Namjoon had finally debuted.
You found out when one of the accounts you followed on Twitter shared a news article about him. Since Namjoon had stopped talking to you, any information you received was secondhand.
His music was nothing like you were expecting. It sometimes sounded manufactured, and his lyrics were no longer dark, cynical, or meaningful. He called himself Rap Monster, but his music was still tailored for the masses. It sounded like hip hop, but it didn’t feel like it.
Namjoon got popular pretty quickly. Soon, you could hear his music on the radio and he appeared on TV. Every time Yoongi heard him, he would change stations.
“Sellout,” Yoongi would spit.
But when you were alone, you would listen to Namjoon’s music. The familiar deep drone of his voice and the rapid, piercing intonation of his rap–it was a quiet comfort and a painful reminder. You missed the rapper who would perform passionately beside you. You missed the boy who would kiss you goodnight and good morning. Most importantly, you missed Namjoon, who would make you laugh, think, love, and cry.
The brightest boy in your life had left you with nothing but unwanted belongings and unanswered “what ifs?”
- Girl in Luv
Writing angst physically hurts me. My heart…it’s dead. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Our requests are open, so send us anything or reference our prompts page if you’d like. Thanks for the support!
That is all one can express on a Sunday such as this .. the might of the well wishers .. the cheer on their faces .. the excitement for just those few minutes .. the hours of waiting for it .. the banners, the gifts, the pictures they seek .. just for those few moments ..
Nothing but an obligation crosses the mind .. a gratefulness that has now reached proportions indescribable ..
मन में इस घड़ी के आने से पहले , कुछ संकोच होता है - क्या आज भी लोग मिलने आएँगे , क्या मेरे वहाँ आने पर उनके मन में ख़ुशी होगी , ऐसा क्या पाते हैं वो उन क्षणो में जो उन्हें हर इतवार यहाँ खींच लाता है - और जब तक इन प्रश्नों का उत्तर मैं सोच पाता हूँ , वो पल समाप्त हो जाता है ।। और जीवन का एक और पहलू हाथ जोड़ कर बग़ल से निकल जाता है
Idleness invites complacency .. begs it to be of immense disinterest and lethargic in nature .. binds you in an embrace that you find difficult to get out of .. it is the fortune of goodness that I begin work in earnest again by tomorrow .. 102 Not Out starts again and hopefully shall be the end of the film, by the end of the month or a few days into August .. and then begins the ABC of KBC .. and then some more projects .. and the greater time for TOH .. and on and on till most of the end of 2018 and perhaps spilling over into 2019 .. and then some more for consideration .. and you wonder .. is it not too ambitious to be thinking so far and beyond ..
One aspect that has intrigued many is the ability of management .. a home, a work place, a production, a film programming, a desk, a work load .. and all ..
And the matter that comes to unite in an effort to give result is that nothing can ever replace the concept of personal management, the individual interest to be taken, and the monitoring of affairs in person ..
The grand old man of Hotels in India and Internationally, Rai Bahadur Oberoi, whose chain of Hotels run all over the world, started as a small worker in one of the Hotels up in Simla, eventually one day to take the entire Hotel and made it his property, to multiply severally around the world .. was one that I noticed personally once ..
Early in the morning at the Srinagar Palace Hotel, where we were housed for a film in the making in Kashmir, I discovered the Rai Bahadur at an early hour, dressed in his finery, walking the lawns of the Hotel, with the Manager and inspecting and seeking answers for the flowers that were being planted in one area of the vast lawns and why they were not giving the same results as the flowers in another part of the property .. !!!
Lessons learnt !!
Mr Ford of the creator of FORD Motors, employing millions of workers apparently knew each worker in this factory by first name .. so I read somewhere .. that sense of belonging translates into efficiency of work, belonging and thereby a greater attachment to not just the master, but the job at hand ..
I do long for such .. and they tell me it is far too late to be involved .. really ..?
Either be involved then and bear the pain of management .. or be distant and be distant to all else that your work and surroundings desire .. and if is too late, then so be it ..
I hear sad news of the passing of Sumita Sanyal, she who played opposite me in ANAND, and it saddens me to, learn that she was just 71, 4 years younger than me ..
a simple soft spoken shy artist, with the most pleasant face .. gone .. what can one say at moments like these ..
You take a sip of your wine and smile at your husband. He reaches across the table and takes your hand, “This is a nice surprise.”
His thumb strokes across the top of your hand and he says, “I missed date night last week. I wanted to make it up to you.”
Your smile widens, “Well, this dinner is an excellent step in that direction.”
He raises an eyebrow, and smirks, “Only a step?”
You nod, “You can make the rest up to me at home,” Then you wink.
Bruce’s grin just grows, raises his hand and says, “Check please.”
The two of you stumble in through the door, making out like you’re teenagers. The clearing of a throat forces the two of you apart. You give a guilty little grin as you turn to face Alfred, leaning back into Bruce’s arms. You grin, “Sorry Alfred, we figured you’d gone to bed by now.”
The butler just smiles, “I hate to interrupt, but Master Richard has returned home.”
Your brows knit together, “He was supposed to stay at Wally’s tonight. They were going to have a video game marathon.”
The butler’s eyes slide to Bruce before saying, “He’s currently on the rings.”
Your head swivels to Bruce and you ask, “You know what this is about?” Bruce nods, “You know how to make it better?”
He just kisses your cheek and says, “Yep, but part two of our evening is going to have to wait a few hours.”
You just kiss him and say, “Have fun, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom in three hours.”
Bruce just winks at you, and starts walking off, but Alfred remains. You smile, “I know that look, you have a mission for me or something?”
The butler grins a bit, “Of course not Miss Y/N. I did however hear something about Mister Kaldur.”
You nod, “I’m on it.”
You make your way back to the mountain. You’ve changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and find Kaldur alone in the kitchen. His hair is still wet, and in front of him is a glass of milk. You slide into a seat across from him, he looks up and meets your eyes. You give him a small smile, “I hear you had a bad couple of days.”
He nods, “They were not the best I’ve ever had.”
“Want to talk about it?” There’s a moment of silence, and you smile a bit, “What’s her name?”
He looks up, surprised, “How did you know?”
You shrug, “I’m a mom.”
There’s a moment of silence before he says, “Her name is Tula. I returned home to try and win her affections, but she is in a relationship with our friend Garth.”
“You know, there’s this saying that it’s better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all… It’s a completely ridiculous saying. Heartbreak sucks.”
Kaldur nods “Tula … Tula is not a drain. She loves me, but as a brother I believe. I understand it. But it still hurts.”
You move to sit beside him, guiding his head to your shoulder, “Yeah it does kid, but when you find the right person, the one who loves you back with everything they have, it’s the most miraculous feeling in the world. There’s nothing quite like it.”
“Do you think I’ll find that person?”
You nod, “Yeah kid, I really do.”
You sit with him for a bit longer before sending him off to bed. You return home to find Bruce carrying your almost asleep son upstairs. You grin as you whisper, “He’s out for the count, huh?”
Bruce nods, “He even managed to score a few baskets.”
“Someone is getting OLD,” You tease.
Bruce just raises an eyebrow in question. You giggle a little bit. The two of you tuck a fast asleep Dick into bed, before going to your own room. When the door is closed Bruce asks, “So where did you disappear to? Usually you help Dick cheat.”
“You two needed time together. Father, son bonding and all that.”
He pauses, “Where’d you go, Y/N?”
“Teenage heartbreak at the mountain.”
Bruce nods, “So he came back then?”
You smile, “Kaldur is a strong kid. He’s young but not as young as the others, and now Arthur and Mera are expecting so I think he’s probably feeling a bit alone himself right now. He needed a mom.”
Bruce just pulls you onto his lap, “No rest for the batmom.”
You smile, “And I’m okay with that. These kids are dedicating their lives to protecting people. Someone needs to be willing to protect and support them.”
Bruce leans his forehead against yours, “You’re always trying to protect people, comfort them, support them. Who does that for you?”
“Alfred. He and I have weekly meetings where we check in with each other. We’re each other’s sidekicks,” Bruce laughs, and you smile, “Every time I see you smile, or hear Dick laugh, or watch Alfred chastise one of you I find comfort. Every time I want to try something new, like that new Chinese place we went to tonight, or becoming batmom, you guys support me. And when I cry, you’re there to hold me, Dick’s there to hug me, and Alfred is there with a cookie. This whole thing works because we’re a family. We support each other and love each other, and comfort each other.”
Bruce just pulls you in for a kiss, when he pulls back he asks, “You still up for part two of our evening?”
You just kiss him as he pulls you down onto the bed.
Arthur is a single parent with an energetic son to raise. Valentine’s day is his least favorite day of the year, but the anonymous gifts on his doorstep may change his mind. Especially if they’re from his downstairs neighbor. Usuk. //
Arthur turned off his tv as yet another ad for Valentine’s day flowers played, the omega’s scent souring. He furrowing his brow with an annoyed huff, crossing his arms. His show had just ended, and of course that cursed holiday had to make itself known. It was only a week away, and Arthur had enough of flowers and candies, not like he had anyone to get them from anymore.
He walked out of his apartment to pick up his son from school, and almost stepped on a heart-shaped box. The omega picked it up, and looked it over, sighing as he looked at the tag.
Surely, he thought, some poor soul had the wrong address. But when he looked at the tag, it had his full name, so it must have been meant for him. Arthur peered down the hall, looking both ways and finding there was no one there. He bit his lip, and turned back to his apartment, unlocking his door and placing the candy on the counter. He had no time for this, he was going to be late.
You, your boyfriend and his brother all worked together also their sister and a couple of their friends as well, you and Ethan have been dating for 4 years now, and when things started to seem weird you learned a few things.
Your boyfriend has been distant for a couple months but today was different than the other days and you knew exactly why. The nights you would leave work and he wouldn’t be home when you got there, the perfume that definitely wasn’t yours, Ethan was cheating and you really don’t know what to do. Do you ask him about it? Do you ignore it and just stay with him? Do you cheat on him? You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of him talking “Good morning love, would you like some breakfast?” You shook your head “I’m gonna be late for work.” His eyebrows furrowed and stared intently at you “You dont have to be at work for another half hour.” You picked up your bag throwing it on your shoulder “Paperwork.” You walked out the door slamming it behind you. You didnt know what just happened but now he knows you’re upset or at least angry. You drove to work thinking of how you were going to end things with him and how you’re going to stop yourself from crying in front of him, you shook your head and got out of your now parked car, and into the building. You were greeted by a couple people until you met up with his brother, Grayson, you knew he’d question where Ethan was so you were ready to give him an answer. “Hey Y/N, where’s E?” You huffed and mumbled under your breath “Probably fucking some chick” Grayson’s head snapped your direction “What did you say?” You sat on your chair facing your computer “I said i have paperwork to do so I came in early.” He bent down behind you and turned your chair around “Y/N…” “Sorry I have to speak with Cameron” You picked up a file and walked past him and up to Cameron’s door knocking lightly, a few seconds later you earned a “come in” You took a deep breath and walked inside closing the door behind you, as soon as you shut the door you broke down “Uh I gotta call you back.” She hung up the phone and rushed to your side “Y/N, what’s going on?” “Ethan- He-” That was all you could choke out Cameron nodded “Y/N, I know.” Your head snapped towards your boyfriend’s sister who just so happened to be your boss you stood up quickly “You know?!” You basically screamed which caused the rest of your coworkers to look at her office in confusion. “How long?” Cameron gulped and rubbed the back of her neck “3 months.” Your eyes got wide as you stared at her “3 months!? And you didn’t have the decency to tell me? You were just going to let me sit around and look stupid for being with a cheater. Was this a joke for you two?” She shook her head and started to speak but you didn’t let her get a word out. “Save it. I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You swung open her office door storming out, sitting down at your desk. Grayson, Jack, and Aaron walked up to you “What was that about?” Aaron piped up, you looked up at them “What did you guys know too?” They all looked at you confused “Know what?” You scoffed shaking your head lightly. “That me and Ethan are having a dinner tonight and we want you guys to come over.” You smiled sweetly looking at them they all nodded and went their separate ways. Your eyes darted towards the elevator when it dinged, you got up walking over to Ethan you pulled him to the side “We’re having a dinner tonight and Grayson, Aaron, Cameron and Jack are coming over.” He was confused but you didn’t give him a chance to talk you just walked back to your desk waiting for the day to end. A few hours went by and it was time to go home, you told everyone you would see them later you had to go home and prepare for them. A couple minutes after getting done everyone was over you smiled at everyone that came. Cameron pulled you to the side whispering “Y/N I know what this dinner is about and I don’t think this is the way to go, you and Ethan should talk it out.” You smiled up at her “There’s nothing to talk about.” You walked over and stood beside Jack who noticed you were being a little weird “Y/N is everything okay?” You nodded and sat down across from Ethan. Which was weird you always sat beside him, Grayson noticed and spoke up “Okay, what is going on with you two?” He looked between you and Ethan, you followed his eyeline to see Ethan shrugging. “I don’t know if many of you know, but Ethan here asked me to marry him a couple weeks ago I never wore the ring around you guys because well I don’t know” You looked down at the ring rotating it you looked back up and into Ethan’s eyes, your eyes were cold and dark you smiled mischievously at him and stood up “I unfortunately said yes. Which is probably the second biggest mistake of my life right after dating Ethan to begin with. You’re probably wondering why I’m saying these things, right? Well, why don’t we ask Ethan those questions, he might not have any answers because he loves to act clueless. Well listen here genius I know what you’ve been doing behind my back and I just want to let you know I’m done with you.” “Y/N, just hear me out.” You laughed coldly and looked at him “Nothing could possibly fix what you did and for 3 months?” He sighed and looked down “Was it longer?” He nodded and kept his head down. You tried your best not to throw a fork at him “How long Ethan?” He sighed and looked up at you tears swelling in his eyes “A year.” “A fucking year?” He nodded sitting back down you bit your bottom lip, nodding your head. “I can’t believe you. I feel so stupid” You took your eyes away from him and looked at everyone’s reaction. You stopped at Cameron “Yeah, we can definitely talk this out right?” You pushed in your chair walking to your room packing all of your clothes when Ethan walked in “Where are you going?” You ignored him, letting the tears fall down your cheeks “Y/N answer me!” You looked up at him “Haven’t you done enough? The sad thing is, my own boss knew and she didn’t tell me. Did she even try to get you to stop?” He shook his head, you nodded zipping your suitcase “I have sat around all day wondering why I wasn’t enough and what I did to deserve this. I blamed myself because I knew I wasn’t enough when really this is all your fault. Not me. You!” You picked up your suitcase walking out of the door. After that you kept your distance from Ethan but still did your job correctly, you even supported him with his new girlfriend no matter how much it hurt you.
A/N: IM SO SORRY I JUST I HAD TO MAKE IT PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!
RFA members' reaction to taking you off life support
A/N: so I got super obsessed with this game recently which means I had to write something about it even if the first thing I write about is angst and sadness oops
Warning: mentions of blood, death (obvs)
He was just leaving the clinic when he got the call
“Mr. Kim? I’m afraid that your wife has been in a terrible accident”
He raced out and sped to the hospital where you were at, already crying
His knuckles are turning white from gripping the wheel too hard and he can barely see through the tears and he knows he’s speeding but he can’t get there fast enough
“Please be okay, MC. Please be okay”
When he finally arrives, he’s running down the halls looking for your room
But he gets stopped by the doctor before he’s able to make it in
~“Is she going to make it?! God, please tell me she’ll survive…”
~There’s a long pause before his worst fears come to life and he hears those dreaded words
“She’s been put on life support for the time being, but there’s very little chance to save her at this point.”
When Yoosung finally walks into your room he just
He’s sobbing so much now as he takes your hand in both of his like a lifeline
He begs the doctors and nurses if there’s any other way to save you
He hates how he can’t do anything and that maybe if he became a doctor instead of a vet things could be different
He’s so so so afraid of letting you go
But he knows deep down that this can’t go on any longer
It’s two days later when he signs the papers to take you off life support
The entire time he’s just weeping and trembling and it’s so hard to breathe
Because it’s finally hitting him that he’s going to be losing the thing most precious to him
He’s lying next to you and repeating “I love you” over and over again and cradling you in his arms when he hears the monitor flatline
You two were riding home when a drunk driver crashed the back of the bike
Zen was a little banged up but when he looked at you…
Oh God no
No no no no no no no no no NO
He limped over to where you were lying on the street and quickly called for help
He had no idea what to do besides wait for the ambulance but there was just so much blood
Zen was ready to punch that damned stupid drunk because he’s the reason why his princess was hurt
But he focused on you instead and he’s praying that you’re going to be okay
When you arrive at the hospital, it takes about two doctors and three other nurses to hold him back from entering the room with you
Eventually they manage to calm him down just enough to convince him to stay outside
Three hours later, the doctor finally emerges from the room, his expression grim
“She’s in an extremely unstable condition and is on life support. But she is conscious”
He immediately rushes inside to see you
You’re hooked up to so many things with bandages covering nearly half your body and it takes everything in him to not break down then and there
“Hey princess… You’re going to be alright. I promise”
You can’t even speak you’re in so much pain and he knows this and it’s just killing him inside
It isn’t until you weakly grab his hand look at him with tears in your eyes and he knows
He starts sobbing like crazy
He’s holding your hand and kissing you until the very end
You two were getting ready to close up the cafe
Until a customer walked in last minute
You greeted him at the counter until he pulled out a gun and threatened to rob you
Jaehee appears behind you when she hears the commotion and immediately tries to get you out of danger
She’s forcing herself to stay calm and is stalling from giving all the money to the robber
There’s a little button under the counter that you discreetly press that notifies the police
Everything is going smoothly until the robber hears sirens and figures out you called them
He shoots you in the chest before he runs out
Jaehee immediately tries to stop the bleeding but there’s so much and you aren’t responding
When you arrive at the hospital, the doctors force Jaehee out of the room and she’s just pacing back and forth and the waiting is killing her inside
A few hours later, they announce that you’re on life support but it’s unlikely that you’ll make it
Tears are running down her face like crazy as she’s gripping your hands in hers
You’re unconscious but she’s apologizing and wishing how she took the bullet instead
When she comes to her senses, she knows that eventually she’ll have to say goodbye to her best friend and lover
Two days later, she’s sobbing as she hears the monitor flatline
“I’m so sorry, MC. Please don’t leave me.”
Someone within the company wanted revenge for getting fired
So when he went inside to clean up his office, he brought a gun
His goal was to find Jumin, but when you walked into the area, he went for you instead
When Jumin hears you scream outside, he panics and runs out to find you
He sees you being held hostage with a gun against your head
The guards can’t do anything because the man will shoot you if they move
Jumin looks calm but he’s freaking out inside and offers whatever amount of money the man wants
But he doesn’t want money
He wants revenge
So before anyone could do anything, he shoots you
The guards quickly subdue him and you collapse into Jumin’s arms
The ambulance arrives quickly and he helps you onto a stretcher, he’ll deal with the gunman later
He has the best doctors in the continent working to make sure you’re okay
But then he receives the news that you’re being put on life support
When he goes in to see you, he’s trying his hardest to stay calm
“Everything’s going to be okay, dear. You’ll be out of here in no time.”
An entire week passes and your condition hasn’t improved at all
But since Jumin has the money to keep you on life support, he absolutely refuses to let you go and is pretty much in denial
The RFA try to tell him that it’s what’s best for you but it’s Zen who’s the one who knocks some sense into him
“You have to let her go, Jumin. She can’t be like this forever… Don’t let her be in any more pain.”
He finally lets himself cry as he places a kiss on your forehead one last time
He was waiting for the bullet to hit him
But when he opened his eyes, he saw you on the ground bleeding instead
He takes care of the gunman who was after him first and manages to knock him out in a blind rage
His phone is already out and calling for an ambulance when he reaches you
His hand is shaking when he checks for a pulse but when he feels a very faint one he is so relieved
But your breaths are too shallow and you aren’t waking up
When the paramedics arrive and load you onto a stretcher, he refuses to let go of your hand and the paramedics don’t fight him on it
It’s the same when you make it to the hospital, the doctors don’t even question him being in the room because they know there’s no use fighting him
Seven notices that the doctors are a little more frantic than he expected and he immediately starts fearing the worst
He’s blaming himself for everything
“I knew I was too dangerous for her”
After the operation, Seven had to call the others and let them know you were being put on life support
Saeran arrived just ten minutes after he got the call
He walked into the room to see his brother sobbing into his hands next to your bed
“It’s my fault, Saeran! It’s all my fault!”
Saeran sits quietly beside his brother, waiting for him to calm down
When he finally does, all Saeran does is give him a look and he breaks down all over again because he knows what he has to do next
He waits until the rest of the RFA arrives the next day before they all say their goodbyes