Also, thank you @sinfulinsecret for helping me sort out my thoughts and shaping this fic (otherwise it would’ve been a bigger mess than it already is).
A/N: This work is set in a
world in which everything at Mint Eye actually happened (V’s dead, Saeran’s
back, Saeyoung quit the agency, Rika’s in Alaska). But Seven and MC
(reader insert) stayed best friends, they were always friends. This happens a
year and a half after the main story.
was lying down on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his Nimtendo DS. Deft
fingers moved from one button to another, the sounds from the device being the
only ones filling the room. You were sitting on the opposite couch to his, just
watching the other twin play, waiting for Saeyoung to come with a bowl of Honey
Buddha Chips. You
were currently at Saeyoung’s place to plan some stuff out for the upcoming RFA
are you thinking? You lost or something?” you were indeed lost in though
until the redhead’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.
you long enough,” you teased.
simply scoffed and dumped the bowl between your crossed legs before letting
himself fall on the couch right next to you.
“You should feel honored by my fabulous presce-
OUCH!” he exclaimed in an indignant tone of voice when you pinched his
“You’re really really smart but like… you
can be so dumb sometimes,”
you wiggled your eyebrows at him and stuck your tongue out.
let out a soft chuckle and threw some chips at you, making you gasp loudly. You
eyed him, then Saeran with a happy gleam in your eyes and suddenly you were
reminded of the events that happened a year and a half ago, your throat
suddenly feeling tight.
if on cue the man next to you poked your cheek gently as a concerned frown
adorned his face. He was such a great friend.
“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” he said.
bit your bottom lip, unable to lie to his face, “I just thought of what happened back then… I just… I’m happy that you
were reunited with your brother but even though I didn’t know him as long as
you did… V just deserved so much better.”
voice was quiet enough for Saeran not overhear your conversation. Seven’s eyes
immediately found your own and you could feel
the guilt overflowing his body.
“But, it wasn’t anyone else’s fault but
Rika’s,” you added, “She refused
help, she abused V, she corrupted Saeran. It’s just… It sucks I guess.”
grabbed Seven’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before looking over at
Saeran who still had his eyes glued to his game. You were truly glad that the
twins were able to reunite. They both deserved it.
nodded once before sighing and standing up, beckoning you to follow him. You
brushed the crumbs from the chips off your lap and followed your friend into
his room. You noticed that there was his car-shaped bed, a couple of
bookshelves, a nightstand, a TV, and some stars glued to the ceiling. His room
was simple and quite messy.
‘He truly is like a child,’ you thought.
grabbed something that looked like a photo album from his bookshelf. It was
weird. You never took him as the person to have photo albums. He
walked towards his bed and sat down, placing the album on his lap.
“Well? Come in,” he dusted off the album then proceeded to
closed the door behind you as you made your way into his room and towards his
bed, “So, what’s that?”
let yourself fall next to him, just like he did a few minutes ago on the couch.
Your eyes slowly moved towards the item on his lap, a picture of the original
RFA adorning the first page. There was Yoosung with his brown, short hair; then
Jumin, his expression as stoic as ever, your eyes lingered on his face for a
bit longer. Zen was right next to him, a sweet smile adorning his undeniably
gorgeous face and Saeyoung was standing next to Yoosung with an
uncharacteristic serious expression, and right in the middle were… V and Rika,
smiling right at the camera.
“Why are you showing me this?” you said
in a small voice.
“I wanted to show you what the RFA was like,
what V was like. You guys are truly special for me and I needed something to
prove that this all wasn’t a dream; therefore I made this photo album. Now, I
know you profusely dislike Rika but I think it’s a good idea to talk about
this. For me, for you, and eventually for everyone in the RFA,” he mumbled
the last part.
and Seven didn’t want the others to know about the things that went down at
Mint Eye and you disagreed instantly but promised to keep it a secret for the time being.
You two then started talking about the
past parties and some the funny things that happened in the messenger. It
wasn’t as lively as it was now but it didn’t mean they weren’t funny.
Then Seven turned the page,
revealing a picture of V, Rika, and Jumin sitting on a couch with Elizabeth the
3rd resting on your fiancé’s lap. You smiled as you saw Jumin in
casual clothing, his hair slightly messy, a small smile adorning his face while
his hand idly rested on Elizabeth’s back. All in all, he looked adorable.
I remember that day!” Saeyoung pointed at Jumin’s face, grinning slightly.
“What happened that day?” you tilted your
head slightly in curiosity as you noticed Saeyoung’s eyes started shining.
“That’s the day Jumin got Elly!” he
grinned widely and looked over at you.
“Oh, my! Really!? He looks really happy…” you
trailed off, your mind suddenly filled with thoughts of the man you loved with
your entire being.
‘He must be at work right now,’ you thought.
“So what exactly happened!? How did he
react!? Please tell me everything, Saeyoung!” you were so eager to hear
about his adorable reaction.
“Well, I wasn’t there there but they sent this photo to the messenger. But I know what
happened. It was Rika who gave her to him. They were at V’s apartment and he
was really happy, even though he kept saying it wasn’t a big deal,” he
rolled his eyes.
“Wait. So, Rika gave Elizabeth the 3rd
to him?” you weren’t exactly jealous but it made you feel uneasy. Still you
were glad that Elizabeth was there to keep company to Jumin before you did.
5 p.m., Outside of Zen’s
You waited for your friend to come
out eagerly. He’d promised that he would take you for a ride on his motorcycle,
despite Jumin’s constant reprimanding whenever you brought the subject up.
Afterwards you two would just hang out at a bar and talk. And you did exactly
Time flew by as fast as it did with
Seven. You had a great time riding your friend’s motorcycle. It was one of the
biggest rushes you’ve ever felt in your life, besides those experienced behind
closed doors at your lover’s apartment.
You lost track of time completely
when you were drinking and chatting. Zen always had been a great person to talk
to. He was the one person you could
always go to for advice and, to be honest, he was pretty fun.
11 p.m., Jumin’s
Saying that today had been a
stressful day would be an understatement. One of the big deals he was working
on had been dropped without previous notice, causing chaos to erupt in the
office. That specific deal would’ve been of great use for the company.
He stepped into your shared
apartment and was immediately greeted by Elizabeth the 3rd’s meowing
followed by an affectionate rub against his ankles. The man felt suffocated and
fatigued, he had a headache and wanted nothing more than to come home to you
That’s when he noticed you weren’t
strange,’ he thought, checking his phone to see if he had any missed calls
or messages from you after he noticed you only left a note that spelled “It’s
my day off so I’ll be back later! Love you!”
Just when he thought his day
couldn’t get any worse.
1 a.m., Jumin’s apartment
Crap. It was really late and you
just realized you had over 5 missed calls from Jumin.
As quietly as you possibly
could you unlocked this apartment door and stepped inside. You closed the door
and placed the keys in your coat’s right pocket.
The moment you stepped into the
living room he was there. Arms crossed with posture that screamed rage. His face was the most emotionless
he’s ever directed at you in a while.
was the only thing you could think.
You only stood there, like a deer
caught in the headlights, staring at him. You felt awful. It was late; you totally forgot to call him
or text him because you had such a great time. That was no excuse, though. You
took a deep breath; ready to wholeheartedly apologize when he held a hand up.
even bother. Where were you?” his voice was like ice and it struck at your
heart. He never spoke this way to you.
But you still couldn’t even bring
yourself to argue, not when you had some fault here, “I was with Seven organizing something for the party and then I hung out
Anger mixed with annoyance flashed across
his face, but just as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You sighed and started
walking up to your fiancé only for him to turn around and walk away, heading
into his study.
have some work to do, go to bed,” those were the last words he said before
he shut the door behind him.
Three days later, Jumin’s
No “good mornings” or “goodnights” had been exchanged, no kisses or
embraces, no loving words had left his lips ever since he shut the door of his
study that night. Whatever attempt at a conversation you had was only filled by
his ice-cold tone of voice accompanied by his stoic face and your hesitant
voice. Every time you tried to touch him he successfully managed to evade you.
You’d heard from Jaehee what had
happened with the other company and the deal that was dropped. You were sure
that work would be extremely heavy for the next week at the very least and that
you being home so late that night only made added up to his frustrations. But still, you had apologized for not texting
him about your whereabouts that day. He’d dismissed you.
He had just gotten home and you were
set on fixing things. You were
standing in the hallway that connected the entrance with the living room, a shy
smile adorning your face. You tried your best to hide your anxieties but it was
proving more difficult when his cold gaze met your own.
love!” you walked over to him and tried to help him with his coat only to
have him step back and do it himself.
he said nonchalantly before walking past you and towards the living room,
immediately picking Elizabeth he 3rd who had been resting on the
couch. His eyes softened as he stroked her soft fur and you only felt your hurt
You shook your head in an attempt to
clear your thoughts and made your way towards the couch, letting yourself fall
right next to him, startling Elizabeth in the process, which made you feel a
pang of guilt.
made dinner tonight! I thought you would be hungry and I wanted to have some
quality time with my soon-to-be husband!” you said in the brightest tone
you could physically muster but the only thing you received was an angry scowl
you be more careful? You scared Elizabeth the 3rd,” he looked
back down at the feline, “Plus, I already
ate at the office.”
That. Was. It.
You were tired of this attitude of
his. It was too painful. You missed a man that was right in front of you. You
knew how difficult he could be at times but this was just ridiculous. What you
had done was wrong but you apologized and he still acted this way? No. You
wouldn’t have it anymore. You would never apologize for actually being with
your friends and having fun.
stood from your spot on the couch, crossed your arms, and your “happy
girlfriend” façade broke, only revealing raw hurt.
what is your problem? I’ve been
trying my best here, Jumin. I know you’re trying to push me away. But guess
what? It’s not happening. I want to make this right and you don’t seem to give
a shit. I went out with my friends. So what!? I already said I was sorry! I
already apologized for not texting you because unlike you I can see past other
people’s mistakes and forgive.”
His hair covered those dark eyes of
his and you could see his entire body tensing, “Stop being ridiculous, (y/n).”
At that he stood up and tried to
walk past you but you grabbed his suit’s sleeve and he stopped in his tracks.
Slowly, he turned to face you and
you were met with a look that screamed annoyance. You felt a knot in your throat
as you fought hard to hold back a sob that was so desperately fighting to slip
he raised an eyebrow and you just couldn’t take it anymore.
that! Stop this! It’s not my fault that you’re frustrated about work! Because
instead of actually talking about it to me you decide to use a petty excuse to
let out your frustrations on me. I know what happened! A deal was dropped and
it screwed everything up! How is that my fault, Jumin? I just want to hear you
out and support you and love you and you’re making it impossible!” those
words jabbed at his heart and his pride.
trying to act like you know me. You’ve only been here for a year and a half.
Elizabeth has been here longer. What makes you believe you’re entitled to
decide what I’m feeling?” he snatched his sleeve back and his right hand
absentmindedly fiddled with it, “While
you were out and about messing around with Zen I was trying hard to provide for
you. And guess who was here for me? Elizabeth the 3rd. You are…” he
trailed off when he noticed that hot tears started falling down your cheeks. You
were biting your lip hard, blood
starting to trickle down.
was still fuming, his feelings were a mess at the moment and the only thing he
could fully register was your back slowly heading into the spare bedroom,
shutting the door close behind you along with your emotions.
Imagine Steve Rogers helping people get registered to vote. Maybe in his old neighborhood, maybe in the current time, or perhaps both.
Sam had to admit, it was
pretty cute. Steve had decided to take
some time away from rescuing kittens, defeating aliens, and charming men and
women with an aww-shucks smile to help the senior citizens of Brooklyn register
They set him up with a
card table and a stack of Voter Registration forms and pencils and Sam had to
say, Steve looked happier with every person he helped to register.
“Usually, we have to go
all the way to Town Hall for this.” An
elderly man in a worn blue jacket beamed at Steve from across the table.
“Not this year, sir. Take a seat, I can help you fill in the form,
if you like.”
He eased herself into the chair
across from Steve, but waved off the form Steve tried to hand him.
“I’m already registered to vote. I came because I wanted another picture with
Steve furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry,
I don’t remember taking a photo with you before, sir.”
Which was strange, Steve remembered
every fan, thanks to his eidetic memory.
“I don’t imagine you would.” He tugged a worn, black-and-white photo from
his jacket pocket and held it to Steve.
“I saw you on tour, back during the war.
Got a picture afterwards and everything.”
Sam leaned over from his place on a
nearby armchair (Gladys was kicking his
ass in Cribbage). Sure enough there
was Steve hoisting a young, dark-haired boy onto his shoulder.
“I’d –of course. Sam, can you-“
Sam already had his phone in
hand. “On it.”
The photos went viral – the one from
the 30s and the one Sam took in 2016 – and before Sam knew it, Tony was
organizing a USO revival tour at senior facilities all over the US. Steve was terrible at hiding his
This photo, may not be much, but the story that goes along with it is so cute! Jackie was in Palm Beach, and the president was on his way, she wanted to surprise him at the airport Like a normal housewife. She rented this convertible and didn’t tell anyone of her plans. When the plane landed Jackie ran down the Tarmac screaming, “Jack,Jack,here I’ll take you!” He was so happy to see her and the kids in the car. He jumped in, and they took off, leaving the secret service scrambling.
The photo and story comes from The Kennedy Family Album: Personal photos of America’s First Family
This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.
turned around and went over to you. He looked very concerned when he saw all
the bandages on you.
“Y/n are you
okay? Don’t worry, Hoseok updated me on everything. I’ll have someone come in
and check on all of you. And don’t worry about Jin. I’ll keep him away from you
from now on. You don’t even have to speak to him. Okay?”
You pushed him
away from you. He looked a bit confused
“What are in
those boxes that you make me deliver?” you asked sternly
important right now. Are you okay? How is Yoongi? Hoseok, get Jimin to call the
manager and get that guy over here!”. Jhope did as he was told and went off to
drugs in those boxes?”
froze. All concern left his face and instead he became menacing and serious. He
turned back to you and softly, but sternly asked “Who told you?”. His whole
aura changed and it was as though he was a completely different person. He came
up close to you and glared down at you.
You stood your
ground. “That’s not the point! Do you have me dealing motherfucking drugs or
He seemed to
have snapped back into reality. “Why don’t you and I have a little talk?” he
asked calmly. He lightly placed his arm around you and gently yet forcefully
guided you to a seat at one end of the table.
He went behind
you and began rummaging through the drawers. “So…”, you heard him close a
drawer but he remained behind you. “I guess you know now.”
out, “You seriously have me dealing drugs?!?” you could feel your heart racing.
You didn’t think that Suga was actually telling you the truth. The idea of
drugs being involved seemed so impossible.
“I have one
question for you Y/n.” his voice returned to a menacing and threatening tone.
feeling scared. You could feel your heart racing even faster, your palms were
starting to sweat, and your breathing became labored.
“Now that you
know what I have you doing… Are you still going to do it for me?”
“No! I don’t
want to do that! I’ll still be your assistant, but I don’t want to do anything
illegal like that.”
“Ah, Y/n. If
only it were that simple.” He came around you and sat down on the table right
in front of you, revealing the large, sharp cutting knife that he was holding
in his hand.
terrified. You began to cry. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
This all felt like it was all some nightmare or an elaborate prank. Sadly, with
each second that passed, the more you realized that this was all real.
Rap monster sat
there admiring the knife. “Y/n this isn’t anything personal. I hope you know
that. It’s just I have to do what I have to do. Since you made the decision to
not go along with doing deals anymore… The only options I have left is to kill
you.” he told you blankly.
“I’m sorry Y/n,
you know too much.”
“No! please! I
swear I won’t tell anyone!” you sobbed. “Please! You know I won’t say anything!
I haven’t said anything about you guys at all. You know I can stay quiet!”
“That’s not a
risk I am willing to take. I’ve worked too hard to get to the point where I am
now. I’m not going to take any chances and risk losing all I have created.
Please! Please! Don’t kill me! Please!”
“Y/n, like I
said, this is nothing personal… but you know what? I really like you. I’ll be
nice about this, I’ll let the guys give you a goodbye before I kill you.” he
turned his head towards the bedrooms. “Oh! Yoongi! I didn’t see you there. Go
call the guys over for a family meeting.”
You looked over
to see Suga leaning in to peek into the kitchen. You could tell he was
mortified, but he did want he was told and walked back towards the bedrooms.
In no time, all
the guys filed into the kitchen. For the most part they all looked panicked
when they saw you sobbing and the knife in Rap Monster’s hand. However, they
all calmly sat at the table.
Jhope and Suga
had their eyes glued on you. The rest of the guys looked to Rap Monster. You
finally saw Jin after the fight with Suga. He had a few cuts here and there,
but in comparison to Suga, he wasn’t too beat up.
“Okay now that
all of you are here…”, he got up and began slowly walking around the table.
“Y/n here found out about the drugs. Now, right now I’m not too concerned about
how she found out… Y/n informed me that she isn’t interested in knowingly doing
the deals, so right now I’m more concerned with the fact that it’s time we say
goodbye to her… if you know what I mean?”
Monster stabbed the knife into the table in front of Jungkook. “We all know
that I would usually do this, but after seeing my little protégé at today’s deal,
I feel he should do the honors.”
You want me to do it?” Jungkook asked frantically.
you are the reason she is here in the first place. You always beg me to give
you more chances to prove yourself, so here it is.” Rap monster said sitting on
the table in front of Jungkook.
over to your crying form. “No! I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it!”
You saw as Rap
Monster became frustrated. “This shit is your fucking fault Jungkook! Be a man
and do what I fucking tell you!”
kill the fucking bitch.” Jimin said to him
the fucking bitch’” Rap Monster quoted. “Sorry, Y/n no offense.” He said
looking back at you.
“No! I don’t
give a fuck! I’m not going to fucking do it!” Jungkook fought
“Well, it looks
like maknae is still acting like a maknae.”, Rap Monster said disappointingly.
“It seems like I gotta do this shit myself again.” Rap Monster pulled the knife
out of the table and walked behind you.
sobbing even harder and screamed, “Namjoon! Please! Please! Don’t do it!
Please! I swear I won’t say anything! Please!”
“Aaww I’m sorry
Y/n” he said softly. He gently removed the hair from your face. He lifted your
chin so that you were staring up at him. You could feel the cold blade touch
your skin. He ever so slowly added more and more pressure, basically taunting
do it!” Suga shouted, practically jumping across the table.
“I going to.”
Rap Monster said putting more pressure on the blade.
“If you do it,
I’ll quit! I’ll fucking quit!”
locked eyes with Suga. They had a stare down for a long time. The more time
passed the more frustrated Rap Monster looked.
furiously threw the knife into the living room, practically throwing a tantrum.
“Fine! I won’t fucking do it!… But she definitely not getting away! Tae! Go
bring my USB and the laptop that’s on my desk!” Then he went down to you and
angrily whispered. “Y/n you’re so fucking lucky right now! You won’t die today,
but I’ll make it my goal to make you wish you did! I will do everything in my
power to ensure you don’t say a fucking word about anything!”
returned. He timidly placed the items on the table. To your horror you realized
that the laptop was your laptop. Rap monster stayed quiet for a bit and paced
around the table.
made up my mind! Y/n you’re going to be staying with us 24/7. No matter what,
you are never going to leave our sight! No family, no friends, no school, no
car, no money, no computer, no phone, no place of your own, not even your own
reasonable here.” Jhope peeped.
“Shut the fuck
up! Just shut the fuck up!” Rap Monster shouted.
He turned back
to you and spoke a bit more softly, but he was still terrifying. “I don’t know
if you remember the last time Jinjin was over, and I said I had an errand to
do, leaving you here with everyone else… Well, I went by your place and did a
bit of snooping to get a better idea of the type of person I was letting into
my home. I hope you don’t mind that I took your laptop, but it’s not like your
allowed to use it anymore.”
He turned on
your laptop and plugged in the USB. “Before I get to what I found on here…
Let’s take a look at what got you here in the first place.”
see what he was doing but you heard a lot of clicking and heard him turn the
volume all the way up.
“Now Y/n. I
don’t want you to even think about running away from us. If I catch you trying
to escape, two things are going to happen. One, I’m going to release this
video…”, Rap Monster turned the screen around for all of you too see. You were
mortified when you saw what he was playing. It was a video of you and Jungkook
in his room the night of the party. The worst part was that you could clearly
see your face the entire time and clearly hear your voice.
“Wait, this is
the best part.” he giggled. Rap Monster fast forwarded the video to where
Jungkook was climaxing. This meant that he had a video of the two of you from
beginning to end!
“So! I’m going
to send this video to everyone you know. To all your family members and all
your friends. And don’t worry I’ll send them multiples of the video every day
and mail them pictures, so that they have a good mental image if they ever see
He closed the
video and placed the laptop in front of you. It was opened onto your photo
album. He began scrolling through your pictures, pictures of your friends, your
family, of your past coworkers. “You have a beautiful family Y/n and you seem
to have a lot of friends.” Rap Monster commented as he clicked through the
pictures. “So after the release that video of you and Jungkook. I am going to
kill every single person in this photo album. I’m going to make sure that they
know you are the reason they are going to die a slow and painful death…. Now
after that I don’t know what I’ll do. I might kill you, but I might also let
you live so that you can just live with all that guilt. Don’t worry, I’ll
figure it all out later.” He laughed.
“Okay! Okay! I
promise I won’t try to run away! I swear I won’t do anything!” you cried.
forgotten about you Jungkook!” Rap Monster shouted, still glaring down at you.
“Because you didn’t do what I fucking told you to do, because you couldn’t keep
it in your fucking pants to begin with, I’m going to punish you too…one way or
another!” he warned. “Tae! Go get me the knife!” he ordered.
V did as he was
told. He retrieved the knife and handed it to Rap Monster. Rap Monster went
behind you again. He grabbed a handful of your hair and jerked your head back
so that you were looking up at him again. This time he was staring down at you.
“Yoongi! Y/n! I want you to know that I’m being serious here. Just because I
won’t kill you, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to do so if you ever cross me!”
Rap Monster dug
the tip of the knife just below your neck and dragged it along your clavicle.
You let out a horrible scream as an oozing mark was etched across your collar
bone. You could feel the warm blood pour down your body.
“Jimin, did you
ever call the manager?” Rap monster asked, admiring his work.
“No, you called
us in here before I could…” His voice was calm, but he was noticeably shaken.
“Call him! Get
him to bring that friend of his over here and to take a few of you to Y/n’s
place to go pick up her stuff. Do whatever it takes to make him get here right
now.” He ordered. “Tae! Yoongi! You two go get that extra twin bed from the
basement and go put it in Jimin’s room.”
“Oh fuck no! I
don’t want that whore staying in my room!” he shouted, suddenly not so shaken
about the whole thing.
is the damn leader, whatever the fuck he says goes!” Jin shouted.
threw the knife into the sink. “Hoseok, go take Y/n and clean her up a bit.”
Everyone did as
they were told. Rap monster went over to your bag and confiscated your phone,
your wallet, and your keys.
quiet as he cleaned up your wound a bit. He just let you cry everything out. V
and Suga brought a moldy, old twin sized mattress and put it in Jimin’s room
soon came and Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Suga went you your place to bring some
of your stuff. In the meantime, the manager’s friend stayed behind and stitched
up the gash on your collar bone. It was Rap monster’s orders to not to give you
any type of pain relievers or anesthesia. For what felt like hours, you felt
him painfully stich you up. He would have done it faster but you had to stop
him because it hurt too much.
After an hour,
the guys came back from your place with trash bags of your belongings, it was
mostly your clothing and your bed sheets. As you took your things into Jimin’s
room, Suga and Jin were getting checked up. Jhope helped you as V and Jin were soon
getting lectured by Rap Monster. Jungkook and Jimin stared as Jhope and Suga
helped you move your things. Jungkook was sulking but Jimin was fuming. He was
giving you insult after insult as you got your bed together.
It wasn’t long
before Rap monster came into the room to inspect everything. In one hand held a
hammer and in the other he had pieces of metal. Without a word, he slammed the
door shut and began hammering something into the wall and through the door.
When he was
done, he came back inside. “Do you like this little lock I put on the door?” he asked pointing at
the piece of metal nailed to the outside of the door. “Don’t worry, this ugly
one is only temporary, I’ll have a better one later.” As he had his back to
you, his voice was normal, but when he turned to you, he was instantly back to
being terrifying. “I don’t want you trying to run away in the night y/n… From
now on you are going to be locked in this room whenever I fucking say so. I
don’t give a shit if you’re hungry, if you’re sick, even if you have to go to
the bathroom. If I lock you in here, then you will stay in here. I am the one
who is going to decide when to let you out… Now the rest of you go to sleep,
we have a long day tomorrow.” With that, that Jhope, Suga and Jungkook left the
room. “Actually, Jungkook, go to my room. I need to talk to you.” With only a
menacing look, Rap monster shut the door and locked it.
That night was your first night in your new prison.
SIDE NOTE: This is NOT the official ending. I am actually in the middle of writing Behind The Scenes 2. I originally had wanted it to be just one, but there is just so much that goes on. I really hope that you all stick around for BTS 2. If you have any questions about the series or my part 2, feel free to send an ask or to message me. Thanks for reading! :)
Italian Foreign Minister Count Galeazzo Ciano (1903 - 1944, centre) with Hitler’s interpreter Paul Schmidt (1899 - 1970) at Hitler’s residence, the Berghof near Berchtesgaden, Germany, 13th August 1939. Ciano is looking up as he is photographed by Eva Braun from an upstairs window. Under this picture in her personal photo album, Braun wrote ‘Up there is something forbidden to see - me!’. Discussions at the meeting included the invasion of Poland.
Hayley had had fun with Janessa, but she was really ready to just be with Chandler. She hated how attached to him she was already but being around him was so calming to her, and it felt so right and real. She peeked her head in the door, grinning at the sight of him in his living room. “Hey!” She said, letting herself more fully into the apartment and dropping her bag of books with a thud. She sat in his lap and smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t decide what to bring so I brought them all. I like travel, it’s a thing.” She had also brought personal photo albums, excited to help him plan something. @dr-basil
Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams photographed by Michael White.
Over the last 50 years, theater producer Michael White has befriended the very top of the A-list. Now, at age 78, his life story is being told to those unable to get beyond the velvet rope in the new documentary, “The Last Impresario.” To promote the film, which hits theaters in the U.K on Sept. 26, White has opened up his personal photo album, filled with candid snapshots of the who’s who of Hollywood, fashion and the recording industry. It’s simply a must see. [x]