Ibuki: Ibuki is as cool as microwave pizza you forgot about in the freezer! Kids just love her! Kazu on the other hand is a total weenie! Souda: Gee, thanks. Ibuki: No problemo! *wink* As for that other question, Ibuki is a free spirit! There’s no way she’s settling down! Plus, I like my lovers like I like my bikini clad supermodels; cute girls!!!
You watch him carefully as he quietly gazes at himself in the mirror.
He does this all the time, especially at home in your shared apartment, and ESPECIALLY when he thinks you aren’t looking, sometimes staring blankly, but more often than not making strange gestures. You were never sure exactly why he would spend entire minutes, idle, in front of the reflective surface, but you definitely had your theories.
Maybe the compliments from the media were finally starting to go to his head. Maybe he was practicing his expressions so his friends would stop calling him awkward. Maybe he was just going crazy.
“Jagiya,” you coo, having stepped back into the hallway to avoid embarrassing him. “I’m home.”
You can hear him shifting around, frantically trying to act casual as you step into the room, only to find him leaning against the wall, hands on his hips, legs crossed uncomfortably, eyes almost as wide as his panicked smile. Seokjin clears his throat, “H-how was your day?”
With how nervous he is, one might think he’d been doing something naughty, but you know better and really, it’s kind of cute.
“Long,” you groan, kicking off your shoes as you flop on the bed with a contented sigh, “Why are customers so mean? There was this one lady who wanted to find a powdered curry mix and I kept telling her we DON’T SELL IT, but then she started yelling at me- ugh. Never mind. How was your day?”
“Aish, these people,” his laugh is breathier than normal, but he seems to relax, coming to sit with you on the bed, continuing, “Well, today we had to practice the choreography for a performance on this special stage. Apparently, it’s going to have a trampoline and Jungkook-ah would NOT stop throwing Jimin…”
Seokjin’s voice fades a bit as you stare at him, a smile pulling at your lips.
Okay, so you can MAYBE see why he stares at himself all the time. It’s overstated, the fact that he’s handsome, but it’s not like it’s WRONG. You’ve always admired him and yes, it’s cliched, but it’s hard to understand exactly WHY you were fortunate enough to end up as his girlfriend.
It’s not so much of a self esteem problem as most people think it would be, but considering the conditions under which the two of you met, it’s a miracle he decided to give you even the time of day.
It had been raining most of the afternoon, almost closing time, and you were working at the same supermarket you still do today, restocking aisles, minding your own business when a complete stranger rammed you right in the hip with a cart…
“Ah! I’m sorry,” both of you simultaneously say, spinning around, hands reaching out to hover a respectable distance from skin and clothes and cart, trying to discern the other person’s well being.
“No, it’s my fault,” he laughs, awkwardly scooting the trolly so that you aren’t sandwiched between it and the shelves, but you happen to back up at the same time, knocking a few boxes to the floor.
“Shoot,” you drop to your knees, scrambling to pick up the fallen merchandise, expecting the interaction to be over.
But, pleasant surprise, the stranger bends down to help and you sneak a glance at him through your hair, blushing intensely as he meets your gaze. He’s cute, you have to admit, but before you can say anything, maybe make an attempt to “help” him further, a massive crash echoes through the supermarket.
“Clean up on aisle five,” a bored voice announces over the intercom and you groan because, as a new employee, that’s your job.
“Thanks for the help,” you smile, but silently lament as you abandon the stranger in favor of going to investigate the mess that will undoubtably be waiting for you on… what aisle was it?
It doesn’t take you long to figure it out.
“Hyung! Look at what you did!” a deep voice leads you right to it, the collapsed display.
“It was an accident!”
You approach the two boys hesitantly as they start arguing. The taller one’s face is bright red with embarrassment as he scurries to pick up the fallen cans, his friend laughing hysterically. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief because at least it’s not a liquid and most importantly, it’s not that kid that peed in the freezer section last week.
Although, the younger of the two looks like he MIGHT wet his pants with how intensely he’s laughing. You stoop down to be eye level with the boy at fault, forcing a smile and telling him, “It’s okay, I can get it.”
“I’m so clumsy,” he rakes his fingers through his hair, sitting back on his heels and staring at the mess in horror with wide, doe eyes.
In the fluorescent light of the supermarket, you need to squint a bit, but something about them seems vaguely familiar. You just can’t call to mind exactly what it is. Maybe one of them had gone to school with you. Maybe the tail end of your eight hour shift is just getting to your head.
“Mistakes happen,” you console, shooting a glance at his friend, who’s now doubled over with a stomach cramp. “I’ll clean, please go back to shopping, sir.”
You pause when he lets out a giggle of all things, “Sir? I’m not a ‘sir.’ Seokjin.”
Placing a few of the cans back onto the ruined pyramid, you sit up as well, failing to suppress a smile, “Okay, Seokjin, please leave this to me. It’s my job after all.”
“Yeah hyung. I’m still hungry,” his companion complains, walking forward to tug on Seokjin’s sleeve.
“Aish! Just let me help. It’s not every day I get to fix mistakes on my own, Tae,” his tone is light, humorous, and the smile that graces his plush lips makes your cheeks flush.
“W-what’s that supposed to mean?” you can’t help but ask, cleaning momentarily forgotten.
The two customers exchange a look, the boy Seokjin called ‘Tae’ giving you a blank, confused stare, “She really doesn’t know? I thought she was just being professional.”
“Yah! Don’t just say things like that!”
“Wait, what don’t I know?” you interject, stopping their argument, but as your gaze ping-pongs between them for the umpteenth time, coming to a halt on Seokjin’s bewildered expression, you answer your own question, clamping your hands over your mouth to keep from shouting in surprise.
Of COURSE he’s even more handsome in person, which only makes you more flustered. “Oh, never mind. She knows,” Kim Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, giving you a boxy grin.
“I’m sorry, opp- sir,” you dip into a deep bow, made awkward by your proximity to the floor.
Seokjin gives a light hearted laugh, “Don’t be sorry. Do you want a picture or something?”
No, you just want to melt into the floor and die of embarrassment. Never in a million years did you think you would run into any, not to mention TWO members of BTS casually shopping, or in your case, working.
You don’t dare look up from an old, brownish stain on the floor your gaze has locked on, voice breathy, “No thank you, just please enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Ah…okay,” he gets to his feet and out of the corner of your eyes, you can’t help but notice that while you had been loosing your cool, he slyly finished remaking the display, though a little bit cruder than your original work of art. Seokjin lets out a small hum, adding before walking off with Taehyung, “Please enjoy the rest of your day too.”
That was the first time you saw him and of course, it wasn’t the last. For whatever reason, Seokjin seemed fond of late night excursions to the supermarket. Sometimes, he brought along one or two of the other members, but he mostly came by himself.
The first few occurrences, you tried to avoid him like the plague, but for whatever reason, he always seemed to need help finding this thing or that, always a trivial item, and always just one. It’s possible that after moving dorms, they ended up nearby and this supermarket was simply convenient, but you had no idea why he kept coming back instead of making a comprehensive list and taking a single trip once every week or two like any normal person, but eventually you accepted the fact that Seokjin’s visits were going to continue. So you decided that you might as well make the most of it and enjoy your time with him, even if fleeting.
Sometimes, he would go missing for a few weeks, probably on tour (no, you knew they were on tour, you just didn’t like to admit that you were stalking their whereabouts on social media), but this didn’t discourage you- namely because you KNEW you would have his handsome face to look forward to eventually.
What was strange was the fact that even AFTER you were SURE he knew the layout of the store by heart, he continued politely asking you to tote him around. For one item. Often the same item.
Seokjin never brought up the fact that you were a fan, but as you walked (at a deliberately slow pace, sometimes “accidentally” taking him down wrong aisles), he would ask how you are or other courteous questions, which you would answer and reciprocate, though ultimately trying to stay away from mentioning anything related to idols. After your little blunder when first meeting, you stayed away from the subject and anything related to it like a disease.
“But I FINALLY got it right and- are you even listening?” he gapes as you smile at him like an idiot.
“Of course. You were talking about the trampoline… and Jimin…”
“Aish,” he sighs, plopping down to lie next to you, but you can see the grin pulling at the corners of his lips, “This kid.”
“You’re not that much older than me. But okay! Okay, what were you saying?”
“What did you HEAR?”
Your face heats up, “I was paying attention until the part about Jungkook throwing Jimin.”
Thankfully, he seems to not be put off by your blatant lack of listening, picking right up without missing a single beat, “Right, so Kookie-ah would just scoop him up and…”
It had been a spur of the moment thing and, quite frankly, you would never know where the courage came from, but come it did, and look where you are now.
“Here we are, the kimchi, for the… fourth time this month,” you laugh, gesturing to the shelf display, imagining that he’s either feeding an ARMY or has jars of the stuff piled in a pantry somewhere.
“Thank you,” he gives you a smile, turning away to examine the merchandise, but not so subtly glancing at you out of the corners of his eyes.
“My pleasure! Do you need help with anything else today, Seokjin-ssi?”
Yes, you are on a first name basis now and PROUD of it.
“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet,” he sounds amused, but also nervous, “So if you want to… ah… stick around…?”
You don’t know what makes you say it, in fact, the words just kind of slip from your mouth without giving you time to hesitate or feel embarrassed, “Actually, I have a small favor I’ve been wanting to ask of YOU.”
“Hmm?” he looks up in surprise, eyebrows shooting higher on his forehead.
“So, I know we don’t talk much and I’m probably just ‘the supermarket girl’ to you, but- I’ve been wanting to try this new tea house down the street and…” the sentence won’t finish itself, but the lump in your throat is now too big to continue.
What if he thinks you’re asking him out just because he’s famous? What if he thinks you’re a creep? What if he says NO and you won’t get to see him anymore because you’ve mortified the both of you?
“The one with the llama in the window? I’ve been wanting to try it too,” Seokjin’s voice is so gentle, encouraging, that the fear instantaneously evaporates within you, leaving only a fuzzy, disorienting warmth behind, leaving you to pointlessly ask the question you wouldn’t dare internally voice before.
What if he AGREES?
“Yes, the llama,” you smile, blushing furiously. “Wait, but I don’t get off for another two hours.”
To your surprise, he nods along anyway, “That’s alright. I can always just walk back.”
Seokjin’s expression brightens by a few degrees, “Of course. What kind of person would I be to let someone as pretty as ‘supermarket girl’ walk to a tea house alone at night?”
With that, you’ve secured your first date with Kim Seokjin, not the idol, but the clumsy boy who knocked over your pyramid display. And you couldn’t be more happy.
The sound of a high pitched whistle interrupts him, but it’s not like you were attentively listening anyway. His soothing voice had you, once again, dozing off, despite your best efforts. If the kettle didn’t do it, the shaking of the mattress as he hops to his feet startles you into awareness.
From the kitchen of your small apartment, you hear him ask, “Did you bring home the sugar?”
Shit. No, you didn’t. Well, okay, give yourself credit where it’s due. You BOUGHT the sugar, it’s just down five flights of stairs in the car.
You bounce to your feet, haphazardly stepping into your shoes as you race out the front door, leaving an alarmed and astonished Seokjin behind in the kitchen as you yell, “Be right back!”
As it turns out, the panic fueled energy spawning from not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend wears off by the third flight on your way back up and you are forced to do the athlete’s walk of shame, huffing and puffing until you all but collapse beside the door.
Taking a moment to regain your breath, you hoist the package of sugar onto your shoulder proudly before getting an idea. Seokjin isn’t easily surprised, but when you DO manage to make him squeal, it’s worth all of the failed attempts. And you’re not one to pass up on an opportunity.
Sneaking through the door, you duck into the apartment, stepping over abandoned shoes and around the coat hanger. You perch perfectly behind the wall, ready to spring yourself at him once you’re sure he’s not holding anything hot or breakable, but then he starts speaking.
“Why do you have to bend like that?”
The odd question makes you pause.
“Ugly fingers,” he sighs, moving something that makes a clanking sound. “So awkward. WHY?”
You peek around the corner, heart sinking in your chest. Seokjin is standing in front of the kitchen window, staring at his reflection in the glass, made possible by the darkness of night outside. Your eyebrows knit as you continue watching, never having heard him speak while doing this before.
His eyes drop to his hands and his devastated expression breaks your heart.
“Jagiya, are you alright?” you reveal yourself, though in a much more gentle way than what you had been planning.
Still, Seokjin startles, stumbling away from the sink and almost knocking over two cups he had placed out.
“I’m fine,” he leans forward, elbows on the counter, hiding his face behind his palms.
“What’s this about your fingers being ugly?” you can’t help but ask, prying them away to hold them in your smaller hands as if for inspection.
He pulls away, embarrassed, turning his back to you, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“No, who put that stupid idea in your head?” you can’t help but get a little riled up, angry heat pooling in your chest. “Your hands are fine.”
It’s not often you get upset about something, so Seokjin gets a tad bit flustered, explaining shyly, “When we were practicing today, one of the new filming staff said I needed to not spread my fingers because of the way they bend.”
The anger boils into rage, “They said WHAT? Why is a person holding a camera allowed to do that-?”
He cuts you off before you’re able to continue yelling, “But it’s not just him. Everyone says I’m too awkward or my shoulders are too wide or I’m not funny enough. And everyone knows I can’t dance to save my life. My spine is like a pole. Why can’t I be smart like Namjoon? Or cool like Yoongi? Or strong like Jungkook? All I am is an awkward MOM. They say I’m the visual but I feel like I DON’T DESERVE IT.”
The sudden silence in the apartment is stifling and it clenches around your heart like a fist. You had always been sparing with compliments around Seokjin, simply because the “he’s the handsome one” trope is irksome. You wanted him to know that it wasn’t the reason you were dating.
You like Seokjin for what’s on the inside, while what’s outside happens to be a bonus.
It also seemed a little cliched and you’d figured he’d heard it enough from his friends and the other fans, but apparently not. Especially if something as little as one comment from some insignificant camera man could trigger THIS.
And then it hits you.
No, it wasn’t the camera man, because Seokjin has been staring at his reflection for months. This has been bothering him for MONTHS, if not longer. The rage fizzles into pity and guilt. You should have said something, you probably should have said MANY things. It’s your job, after all, to make sure he feels loved, just as much as it’s his job to do the same for you.
Slowly, you walk forward and take his hands again, a smile pulling up the corners of your lips, “Kim Seokjin, you don’t have to compare yourself to your friends. You are caring and thoughtful and… and if that makes people call you a mom, so what? Aren’t mom’s some of the best people? And who CARES if you can’t dance perfectly? I know I don’t. You work so hard practicing and heck, most of the people that make fun of you can’t dance either.”
Relief washes over his expression, but you’re not quite done yet. Spinning him around abruptly, you bounce to the tips of your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, continuing quietly, “Plus, your shoulders are the best for back hugs and piggy back rides.”
He laces his fingers through yours, tilting his head so he can see your face, “You think so?”
“And your fingers are unique. I think they’re pretty, like a sculpture.”
Seokjin lets out a small, sad hum, “But none of that negates the fact that I’m the most awkward person on the face of the planet.”
You sigh, pressing a kiss to the apple of his cheek, “Your awkwardness makes you REAL, Jagiya. You’re handsome, but you’re not perfect, and that’s one of the things I love most about you.”
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So my friend took me out to dinner the other night because I was having an anxiety freak out, and I asked her to help me choose between to prompts and one was nurse Lucy and then we got laughing about how Natsu would be in hospital because Gray locked him in an Icebox and he got freezer burns and then we couldn’t stop laughing. And then I saw an ice fridge at the grocery store and started laughing again.
So anyway, this is dedicated to her because I told her I’d write some drabble with it.
Someone draw Natsu locked in an icebox for me or I’ll have to resort to shitty photoshop :P
Disclaimer: you all know what I own, but it’s not Natsu or Lucy or Fairy Tail.
Natsu heard what sounded distinctly like cackling through the heavy, insulated door. He rattled the handle to the walk-in freezer again, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked.
“Seriously, let me out! You know how much I hate the cold!”
“Well you shouldn’t have set fire to the table!” Came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “Or turned the aircon heat up so high that the ice sculpture melted!”
“This is not appropriate retaliation!”
“When in your life have you ever understood ‘appropriate retaliation’?”
Natsu was about to answer but instead yelped as he suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his forearm.
“You’ve got to be kidding me; freezer burn?” Apparently he’d been resting his arm on exposed ice too long. Dropping a few choice swear words, he took a step away from the door. And promptly slipped on a puddle, slamming his head on the ground as he landed on his back.
“Natsu? Yo, Natsu? You’re not smart enough for tricks, answer me.”
Not hearing a response, the door clicked and then slowly opened, a slightly concerned face peeking inside. The face took in Natsu’s limp form on the ground.
“Oh, fuck. Mira! Natsu unconscious!”
The First Meet
“Lucy, you’ve got the new one in bed 4! Reception said… 'freezer burn and head injury’.”
“Got it, Levy! I can’t wait to hear this story!”
It had been a busy evening in the Emergency Department of Magnolia Hospital and Lucy was buzzing. She lived for these rushes and the people that she helped. Her best friend, and fellow nurse, Levy didn’t understand how it seemed to give her energy, but somehow, it did. Even better, this latest patient sounded like they’d have an interesting story. ED for freezer burn? What the hell had happened?
Lucy walked through the curtain to see a man her age sitting on the bed, distracted by the flame of a lighter. She nearly stopped. She saw all sorts coming through, including some really good looking guys, but this guy was eye-catchingly hot. Muscular (but not too much) and super toned, with an angular face and slightly slanted eyes. And pastel-pink hair. He was… exotic. It was nearly the only word she could use. It certainly didn’t help that dressed in dark cargos, a dark red T-shirt, and combat boots, and decorated with a leather wristband, single ear piercing and a couple of obvious scars, he gave off a major bad-boy vibe. She could even see the edges of a shoulder tattoo.
She sighed. The good-looking ones were always difficult, often dealing with hurt pride more than actual injuries and believing she would fawn over them. Wasn’t happening. She readied herself for tough mode and put on her polite nurse smile.
“Hi there! I’m Lucy, I’m your nurse today. How about you explain to me what the issue is?”
The man’s head shot up in surprise. Apparently he’d been quite caught up in watching the fire.
“And don’t set fire to my equipment, please. Lighter away.”
He quickly complied, stuffing the lighter into his pocket, but continued to look at her blankly for a second. She tried to prompt again.
“You presented with freezer burns and a head injury. Can you tell me how that happened?”
Suddenly he grinned and Lucy’s chest constricted. No, no, no. Bad Lucy! No being attracted to idiot bad-boys in ED! But his smile was just so huge and genuine and gorgeous. It wasn’t fair!
“Oh” He finally spoke, answering her question. “My friend locked me in an icebox.”
“Well, one of those walk-in freezer things. Stores the ice in there. So, icebox. Yeah. Locked me in. Then I fell over.”
Lucy couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing. He was just explaining it so cheerily and… blasé. Plus it was a ridiculous situation. She quickly gathered herself; laughing wasn’t very professional for a nurse. The guy had raised an eyebrow at her, looking amused.
“Okay…” She looked down at her clipboard. “Natsu, is it? Let’s have a look at these injuries so we can see what needs a doctor’s attention.”
Lucy walked over to him. “Head injury first. Where is it?”
He grunted. “Back of head. I’m sure I’m fine. Mira just freaked out and insisted I get looked at.”
She continued the small talk while she tried to separate his unique hair from the wound.
“Oh, who’s Mira? A girlfriend?”
“Don’t move your head. There’s actually a lot of blood here. I need to clean it.”
“Nah, Mira’s the bartender. She’s like an older sister. Always fussing. And meddling.”
“Did you lose consciousness from this?”
“Mm. Only for, like, 30 seconds or something.”
Natsu started fidgeting again only to have his hair yanked in return.
“I told you to stop moving. Alright. That’s clean. You may need a head scan. We’ll come back to it. It’s too shallow to need stitches though. On to the freezer burns!”
She lightly touched one of the marks and heard a sharp intake of breath as he winced.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“S'fine. Doesn’t hurt.”
Thwack. She’d given him a hard whack to his chest with her clipboard.
“It does hurt. Don’t lie to your nurse.”
“Oh, come on, let me keep my pride!”
“Pride doesn’t exist in ED because it gets people killed.”
“…6.” He mumbled before wisely shutting up.
He kept quiet while she continued to tend to his wounds, quickly cleaning, treating and dressing each one. She caught him watching her a couple of times, but she was used to odd looks and it didn’t phase her.
“There. All done! So, the burns will heal easily; there’s no lasting damage there, and there’ll probably be no new scars.”
He chuckled at this. “Damn.”
She smiled in response. “But I will send the doctor in to have check that head injury. I probably won’t be back myself, but another nurse will help dress it later on, okay? Nice to meet you, Natsu!”
Lucy froze as she went to leave the booth and turned back to face Natsu with puzzlement. He sat crosslegged on the bed, not looking at her, with one hand scratching the back of his head. Overall, he looked rather embarrassed that he’d called out to her. It was adorable and didn’t match his image at all.
“Did you have a question?” She asked gently. If he had a medical question and didn’t ask because of shame, it could go very wrong; she’d seen it.
It wasn’t a medical question.
“Um, look, I know I’m probably not your type, but you seem really nice and smart and cool and cute…” He trailed off, mumbling the last part nearly under his breath. Lucy got the feeling he didn’t do this often. Somehow that made it even more endearing.
She giggled softly before standing up straight and putting her free hand on her hip to regard him.
“How about you give me your number and I’ll think about it?”
He beamed. Lucy decided she liked making that happen.
There will be at least 1 more chapter. I’ve decided I’m using this as a base to practice some other bits like smut.
It’s just drabble so it’s not that good, but I hope it’s at least amusing.
we played a prank on the new kid and told him our freezer was to cold and to take trash bags and scoop out cold air and release it outside so things wouldn’t get freezer burned and than we forgot about him and he was doing it for like an hour