(A/N) Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol
It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.
Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 3 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)
One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.
!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]
Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?
Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok) CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au Fluff & Smut
don’t understand why I have to do what you want me to do when I don’t want to
do it.” Jungkook huffed. “We’ve been through this already. I already
went to school for business and hated it, but you told me you’d leave me alone
if I graduated with that degree. Now you’ve been sticking me here and there to
become CEO or something or other.”
"Son, your mom and I just want
you to have a stable and safe job.“
"Yeah, but it’s not making me
happy. Sitting down, staring at papers with a bunch of numbers, talking to
people all day about money matters and such…it’s not me. I understand where
you and mom are coming from…but I want to be and am a cop.”
"Last one, Jungkook. Just go to
this company, check it out, and try to actually do the work. Please. If it’s
really not where you want to be, I’ll accept that, but I want you to try to get
hands on experience. It’s different than learning in school, you might enjoy
Jungkook exhaled. "How is this
different than any of the other companies you tried to stick me in?”
"Well one of the CEOs in this
company worked on the merger of our company with theirs, and from the
Chairman’s grandson, CEO Min, I’ve heard that that same CEO has a bit of an
edge, like you do. I figured you disliked all the upstanding CEOs I’ve had you
meet before, so maybe you’d actually get along with this one.“ Jungkook’s
father pleaded. "Please, just go meet them. I have a good feeling about
Jungkook shut his eyes,
“Alright. But this is the last one. I’m only going to go meet the CEOs and
check out the company. If I don’t like them, that’s it.”
"Fine. But if you like them,
please give it a shot. I just don’t want you to miss an opportunity because you
misjudged the business world.“
"You say ‘stable’ job…but
look at where our company is.” Jungkook sighed.
"It’s progress and advancement.
A long term investment.“
"Alright, I’ll give it a shot.
But don’t send anyone unnecessary to accompany me. I’ll be there.”
The next day, however, he groaned as
he found that his father had hired someone to take him to the building,
regardless of his warning.
"He never listens to me.“
Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he tightened his tie, and headed out of
When he stepped foot into the
company building, he was surprised to find that he had arrived earlier than any
of the workers.
"Huh. Late start? Alright…not
bad.” he hummed as he positioned himself inside an empty room that had a
good view of the entrance into the office.
He yawned as he glanced at his
watch. He would wait an hour at most then tell his father that he had tried to
make this company work, but he didn’t like it. Suddenly though, a familiar
voice snapped his eyes up towards the little window of the door.
"I swear Hoseok. If it’s a
dude, they could care less about having a crappy bouquet of flowers!“
"I like flowers!” Hoseok
frowned. “The flowers are for me! Leave them alone! What did they do to
"I’m just saying, don’t be so
uptight just cause some hotshot is coming to visit us. We are the Seoul branch,
one of the best in the company. Just be natural cause then they might think
we’re doing something illegal.“ Jimin explained.
"The only thing illegal here is
you, Jimin.” Hoseok wagged his finger.
Jimin snorted. “What does that
even mean? Am I illegal cause I’m just so damn handsome and attractive? Oh come
on, Hoseok. Jealousy is unbecoming.”
"Why, you little–“
"Mr. Jung, Mr. Park. Good
Jungkook choked on his water as you
appeared behind the two.
"Y/N! My beautiful little
intern!“ Jimin outstretched his arms welcomingly, but you walked around
"Thank you, Mr. Park.”
Hoseok cackled and stuck his tongue
out at Jimin, who was pouting at your rejection of his affection.
"Did my girlfriend say anything
when you picked up coffee from her?“ Jimin jumped next to you and threw an
arm around your shoulder. "I made her breakfast this morning!”
"Nothing out of the
usual.“ You shrugged then paused, making Jimin perk up expectantly. "Oh
she did say to make sure you behave today. But then again, when do you behave?”
Jungkook chuckled at your comment
and was amused at your natural interaction with the two. To think that you and
Red Mask of all people would work at the same company branch, the same branch
that was going to be his ticket to freedom from his parents’ constant nagging.
He grinned as a brilliant plan formed inside his mind.
Turning around to his father’s hired
assistant, he beckoned him closer, “Come here, I’m going to give you very
detailed instructions for my grand entrance.”
And so, Jungkook found himself
beaming happily at yours and Jimin’s stunned expressions as he stood before you
"The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the
Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir.
I’m looking forward to working with you all.“
"You’ve got to be kidding
me.” Jimin laughed. “Jungkook?! What?”
Jungkook giggled. “Hyung!”
"Jungkook!“ Jimin lunged
at the younger man warmly.
You, Hoseok, and Silver glanced at
each other in confusion.
"Oh, I know Jungkook from my
other job.” Jimin winked at Hoseok, and that vague comment seemed to have
turned a light bulb on in Hoseok and Silver’s minds because they both went,
All the while you remained puzzled
at this mysterious connection that Jungkook, the cop, had to one of your
"Okay, how about we step into
our office and we can discuss your position and such?“ Jimin gestured
towards the office door. "Y/N, come too.”
Jungkook smiled shyly and bowed towards
"If I didn’t know better, I’d
say you were following me.“ You chuckled.
You raised an eyebrow at his change
of personality again. “I hope the 2 gallons of milk you carried home were
sufficient for you.”
"Oh.“ he laughed
nervously. "Y-yeah. It was good.”
You chuckled then spotted Jimin
eye-ing the two of you with a creepy grin on his face.
"Mr. Park, stop being
creepy.“ You rolled your eyes and opened his office door.
Jimin laughed. "Sorry, I just
didn’t know you two knew each other.”
"And I, you.“ You shrugged
as you sat on top of Jimin’s desk whimsically.
"How do you know each other?” Jimin urged. “Is he that one
"He’s the cop that told me I
didn’t have any appeal.“ You answered bluntly.
Jungkook choked on his own saliva at
the comment, while Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.
"Him??” Jimin pointed then
glanced at Jungkook. “He said WHAT?”
Jungkook looked away from Jimin
After staring at Jungkook curiously
for a few seconds, Jimin chuckled. “Alright then, I believe official
introductions are in order. I’m CEO Park Jimin of the Seoul branch.”
"I’m CEO Jung Hoseok.“
Hoseok smiled in his chair, while Jimin leaned against Hoseok’s table.
"I’m their intern, Y/N.”
You waved coolly from Jimin’s desk on the other side.
Jungkook bowed and handed Jimin a
folder. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Please take care of me.”
"That goes to Y/N.“ Jimin
You rolled your eyes. "No it
doesn’t, Mr. Park.”
Jungkook stood awkwardly in the
middle, unsure of whom to give the folder to.
Hoseok sighed and outstretched his
hand. “Sorry about that. I’m the more level headed one around here. I’ll
take a look at your papers.”
"Except when he’s hungry. He’s
like the Hulk.“ Jimin whispered.
"Well you had decent grades in
business school and graduated with a degree from a great university. Plus
you’re the heir of a pretty well-known brand name company. I don’t see how we
can turn you down.” Hoseok smiled as he sifted through the papers.
“It says here that your father wants you to start at the intern
"Oh, well you see. When I
graduated, I became a cop.“ Jungkook chuckled as he scratched the back of
his head. "He wants me to start from the fundamentals and give business a
"I heard you gave other
companies trouble, punk.“ Jimin cackled.
"Well you know I’m a bit hard
to tame.” Jungkook bantered.
"Heyy.“ Jimin grinned and
they bumped their fists together happily.
Hoseok cleared his throat and glared
at Jimin. "Well, I’m honored you chose our company to cooperate
"As soon as I saw Jimin–uh
sorry, Mr. Park– I knew it was a good company.“
"Please don’t feed his ego,
Jungkook.“ You commented and you saw him flinch a little, as if he had
forgotten you were in the room.
"Anyways, since you’ll be an
intern with us from now on, Y/N can show you the cubicle you two will be in.
She’ll give you a little orientation and show you how to do some of the tasks
she’s in charge of.” Hoseok instructed.
Jungkook nodded as you hopped off
"I’ll tidy his cubicle up a bit
then. Carry on.“
As soon as you stepped out of the
room, Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin caught his diffused tension and his mind
began brewing with plots and plans for the two of you. He had found his new
source of entertainment in his workplace.
"Oh!” Jimin clapped his
hands and pointed towards Hoseok. “Now that we’re alone, I can officially
introduce you. This was my partner in crime back in the day, Black Mask
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he
gasped. Suddenly, he rushed towards Hoseok and shook his hand fervently.
"Oh my goodness! You’re one of
the Masquerade legends!! The gentleman personas look up to you so much! No one
knows about the woman who locked you down though so we’re all curious! I’m so
happy to be working under both of you. This is such a dream come true! I’ve
always wanted to meet the man who kept on par with Red Mask.“
Hoseok fought back a smile, but to no
avail. He scoffed lightly then ended up grinning widely. "Oh well, you
know. He’s the one that had to keep up with me.”
"No way, you graduated earlier
than I did!“ Jimin complained.
Suddenly, a knock was heard at the
"Yes?” Jimin called out.
"You done? We have a meeting to
go to.“ Silver called out.
"That’s his girlfriend.”
Jimin elbowed Jungkook and winked. “And the only woman to have shared two
legends at Masquerade.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe even
"But sadly, she doesn’t dress
as sexily anymore.“ Jimin sighed. "Such a shame.”
Hoseok smacked him in the back of
the head. “That’s my girlfriend.
She doesn’t need to dress like that, since she’s beautiful regardless.”
Jimin gagged at the comment as
Hoseok opened the door. Jungkook smiled as he watched Hoseok ruffle Silver’s
"So you and Y/N, huh?“
Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Jungkook turned red and waved his
hands. "Oh no no. Definitely not.”
Jimin smirked. “You know, my
young grasshopper, when guys say someone has no appeal that usually means they
were so appealing that the guy just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.”
"She couldn’t act cute or
anything! She argued with me about my judgment!“ Jungkook complained.
"There’s no way.”
"Maybe that’s what you’re
into.“ Jimin winked. "Rule #7: Do you before you do them.”
Jungkook blushed and recited softly,
“Know your own kinks and how to get yourself off before you try to get off
"Good boy.“ Jimin cooed
and patted his head. "Now, make a left and you’ll see Y/N at the first
cubicle. She’ll teach you a few things.”
Jimin slapped Jungkook’s butt before
exiting the room. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook.”
Jungkook smiled, “Good to be
learning from you again, Mr. Park.”
Jimin smirked and disappeared.
You were standing on your wheelie
chair, trying to put away old binders at the very top shelf when Jungkook
stepped into view. You were bending down with your skirt and spotted him
hurriedly turn around.
You chuckled. “Was that
appealing to you, Mr. Jeon?”
"I-I don’t know what you’re
talking about.“ he muttered, averting his eyes upwards.
You tried to step off the
wheelchair, but it was a bit unsteady so you faltered. In no time though, Jungkook
was in front of you, lifting you up by your waist with ease so that your feet
were no longer touching the chair. You two blinked at each other in surprise.
Very slowly, he put you back down on the ground then took three steps away from
"Thanks.” You smiled
"No problem.“ Jungkook
"Okay, anyway. We have the
largest cubicle in the office because it fits two people back to back. So
here’s your space behind me. That’s your desktop. You’re welcome to decorate it
with pictures of family, your pets, your girlfriend–”
"I don’t have a
girlfriend.“ Jungkook blurted out.
You blinked, a bit flustered. "Oh,
okay. Well um – well anyway, you can decorate however you want.”
Jungkook nodded sheepishly.
You coughed to regain your
composure. “Things are pretty lax here. As you probably saw, we trickle in
whenever we want as long as we get our work done and get our 40 hours a week.
All workers here are split up under Mr. Jung and Mr. Park just for checking in
and management purposes. Those under Mr. Park are held on very, very loose
reigns so their schedules are flexible and he’s only concerned about the
quality of their work and the positive results. Things such as time constraints
and a constant schedule isn’t his priority. While those under Mr. Jung’s care
usually do have to report to him if they are going to be working less hours a
certain day and what they are projected to complete by a certain date. He likes
to know things ahead of time so he can set realistic expectations and make sure
everything’s running smoothly.”
Jungkook smiled. “Which are you
"I’m under both.“ You
chuckled. "I think you’ll be the same as well. I typically follow Mr. Jung
in the mornings and Mr. Park in the afternoons. I’m not sure what their plans
are for you just yet, seeing as how you were a bit…unexpected?”
Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, this
was unexpected for me too.”
"Well, I look forward to
working with you too.“ You extended your hand out.
Jungkook stared at it widely.
"Um, yeah. You too.”
He shook your hand lightly.
"You aren’t going to fracture
my hand. You can grip it a bit tighter.“ You laughed.
"Oh, right.” he laughed
nervously and squeezed your hand.
"Ow!“ You winced and he
You chuckled. “I’m just kidding.”
Jungkook exhaled. “You’re
You grinned. “I enjoy learning,
so people say I’m a walking encyclopedia at times, but since your comment, I’ve
been trying to develop some charming points.”
Jungkook glanced at you amused.
"Still not working?“ You
He scrunched his face playfully and
shook his head.
"Well, life’s a process.”
You shrugged. “Let’s go get your ID for now. You need to scan that ID when
you’re walking around the building. Don’t lose it, and don’t get caught not
"By Mr. Park. He likes to taunt
workers who forget their IDs and he doesn’t help them get back in.”
Jungkook snorted. “I could see
"Right here.“ You pointed,
your arm crossing in front of his body. He froze where he was so your arm
didn’t touch him. You looked at him curiously then stepped into the room first.
"Good morning! I have a new intern here with me who needs an ID.”
The woman behind the desk perked up
when her eyes landed on Jungkook. She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well
helloooo~ ” Then she rushed. “Hold on honey, I’m going to have to
call you back, Adonis just stepped into my office.”
Jungkook bowed shyly. The woman
stood up and grabbed his shoulders aggressively.
"Wow, muscular, tall, chiseled
jaw…damn.“ she whispered. "You single?”
"He says he has no
girlfriend.“ You chimed in.
Jungkook glared at you and you
shrugged, enjoying his visible discomfort.
"What’s your name, hot
"Like this?” The woman
turned her desktop screen so he could check her spelling.
"Okay, stand right over there
behind the white screen and give me your most charming smile.” she
"Um sure…“ Jungkook
awkwardly walked over and posed stiffly.
"Ooo boy, you could be a model
or something. Damn, I want to print this on poster paper and hang it up in my
Jungkook laughed nervously.
"You like?“ the woman
showed him his new ID photo and he nodded.
"Printing. You lookin’ for a
girlfriend, Jungkook?” she questioned.
"Uh no not at the moment.“
he answered timidly.
"Well call me if you are. I’m
available.” she winked.
"Oh haha.“ Jungkook smiled
wryly and stepped back a little.
"Here’s your badge.”
"See ya later!” You waved,
highly amused by what you had witnessed.
"Stop by often, Jungkook!“
Jungkook bowed and shuffled away,
closer to you.
"Most women here are looking
for a little bit of action, so you’ll get a lot of that.” You stated.
“Back in the day they pined after Mr. Park, but then his girlfriend came
to surprise him one day and they all knew it was game over. But I guess you
already know she’s very beautiful. Anyway, seeing as how you’re the first
attractive single man we’ve had in awhile, they’ll be attacking you.”
Jungkook perked up. “You think
You ignored his question, trying not
to look flustered by your slip of tongue, and continued walking, pointing out
where places were in the building and in the office, until you both were
finally back to your cubicle.
"Well that’s it for the tour.
You’ll get lost often, but don’t hesitate to ask me to lead you around.“
You smiled. "Now have a seat and I’ll show you how to log in to the
Jungkook nodded and sat in his
wheelie chair. You hovered over his shoulder, leaning close to him, and he
"Silver, that’s the secretary
and Mr. Jung’s girlfriend, already put your name in the system. So when you
first come in, type in your username which is 'JeonJ’. Temp password is
password1.“ You instructed.
Jungkook felt himself inching away
as much as he could from your proximity. You were too close and he wasn’t sure
what to do with himself. You misinterpreted his hesitancy though and moved
"Here, let me show you.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and started typing on the keyboard.
He straightened up so that your
chest wasn’t touching his back, but your face was still close to his. His heart
was racing and he felt himself sweating instantaneously.
Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping
broke you two apart. Curiously, you both turned to find Jimin grinning widely
in front of your cubicle.
"I like what I’m seeing here.
Good job making moves first, Y/N.“
You rolled your eyes. "I’m
helping him log in.”
"Logging in is how everything
starts.“ Jimin smirked wittily.
"Oh dear.” You exhaled and
turned to Jungkook. “Was he also like this in your other job?”
"Yeah.“ Jungkook smiled,
feeling refreshed now that you were a good distance from him.
"Consistency is key.”
Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok needs you Y/N, so I’ll take over his training for
"Sure thing.“ You nodded,
grabbing the pile of papers on your desk and making your way to the office.
When you disappeared, Jimin smacked
Jungkook’s arm. "Why do you look like a mannequin with permanently glued
terrified eyeballs? Your charisma is working even outside the Club!
Jungkook groaned. “I don’t want
it to work outside of the Club.”
Jimin shook his head. “Oh
Jungkook. What am I going to do with you?”
"Just tell me how to do my
work, hyung.“ Jungkook sighed grumpily.
"Hey.” You tapped
Jungkook’s shoulders since he had earphones in while he was entering data.
He flinched and spun around,
"Lunch time. Want me to show
you the cafeteria?“
"Oh. Yes, please.”
Jungkook pulled out his earphones and put his desktop on sleep.
"Some people go to the rooftop
for lunch, but most stay in the canteen. I’ll show you both and you can choose
whichever you prefer.“
"Where do you usually
eat?” Jungkook asked.
"Mmm the rooftop if it’s not
occupied.“ You chuckled.
"Well…you know…people use
it to do things in between or during breaks.“ You shrugged.
Jungkook blushed. "Oh… have
You glanced at him. “Do you
"I didn’t mean us! I
You chuckled. "I’m joking,
"Guess I still need to work on
my humor. Maybe it’s cause I’m girl, it’s less funny.” You mumbled to
yourself as you walked ahead.
Jungkook chuckled as he followed
That weekend, you grinned widely as
you found yourself entering the cafe and luckily, there was no line. There was
only one tall gentleman in front of you who was amiably conversing with the
Receptionist. Probably another one of the regulars.
"Oh, let me take your order. I
didn’t even see you there!“ the Receptionist soon noticed you and beamed.
The man stepped to the side politely
and you came up to the cash register.
"The usual weekend drink?”
"How are you today, Y/N?”
"You’re not working today
"No, just up and about.“
"Good. I know you work too
much.” The Receptionist chuckled. “Will it be cash or card
"I’ll pay for her drink.“
Suddenly, the man who was standing
beside you extended his arm and handed the Receptionist her card. Your eyes
widened, immediately recognizing the voice. Glancing to your side, you locked
eyes with him.
"Long time, no see, Y/N.”
"Namjoon.“ You smiled.
"You two know each other?”
The Receptionist took his card and swiped it.
"Oh wait! No, I can –“
You panicked, but Namjoon placed his hand on top of your head gently.
"Don’t worry, Y/N. Think of it
as a reunion gift.” he chuckled.
You exhaled and looked up at him. “I
can’t believe you’re here! Wait- why’re you here?”
"I’m traveling around again,
but I needed to check on a few things in the area, so I’m staying here for
The Receptionist grinned and handed
him his card. "Here you go, Joon.”
"Thanks.“ Then he turned
to you with a warm smile. "If you’re not busy…do you want to grab a seat
and catch up?”
You perked up and nodded eagerly.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
"Great.“ he chuckled then
gestured with his head. "Let’s go?”
You giggled as you watched him lead
the way to a free corner, bumping into tables and chairs clumsily on the way
"Still don’t know your body too
well, huh?“ You teased as he finally sat down by the window.
"I’m working on it.” he
grinned then leaned his cheek into his palm cutely. “What’re you doing
here? I didn’t expect you to turn up here of all places.”
You giggled. “I’m finishing up
school here and I have an internship with a nearby company.”
"Just down the street.”
You pointed to your clearly visible building with the company name at the top. “You’ve
probably heard of it.”
Namjoon chuckled, “A bit. I
didn’t know they took interns.”
You shrugged, “Me neither.”
"Namjoon. Y/N. Order’s
Namjoon stood up hurriedly, knocking
down his chair in the process. You laughed and waved your hand.
"Please, stay seated for the
good of this cafe.” You teased. “I’ll go get our orders.”
"No, I can’t have a lady get
the drinks. They should wait for the man to do it.“
You smiled warmly, "Since when
have I been a lady like that?”
Namjoon chuckled as you hurried off
to grab the drinks. Upon your return, you spotted that his attention had been
drawn outside the window. His eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was
already deep in thought; a look that you had seen many times before. And so,
you quietly placed the drinks down and took a glance outside too, waiting for
him to finish his process.
"Oh sorry! I’m being
rude.“ he flustered.
You smiled and shook your head.
"I’m used to it. I used to sit in silence with you all the time,
He nodded. “Of course I
remember. I enjoyed those moments. Do you still read often?”
"Not since I started my
internship. Unless you count textbooks…which I don’t.“ You hummed.
"But I really would like to go back to it, once I adjust really well to my
"There’s a really nice little
hidden bookstore that I found the other day. I’ll show you it one day.“
You blushed. "I’d like that.
How long will you be in this place for?”
"Hmm it depends on a few
things. Now that I know you’re here too, I might stay a bit longer.“ he
You smiled shyly.
"You’ve definitely grown up,
You could feel Namjoon’s lingering
gaze on you, and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter at the feeling
that he might be finding you attractive at the moment.
"Well it’s been a few years
since we last saw each other.“
"That’s true. You’re working
now and a university student. Wahhh…” he marveled. “In Seoul no
"How long exactly can you travel for? Have you been
traveling this whole time?“ You chuckled. "Do you even work?”
Namjoon laughed, “Well when I
saw you, that was a spontaneous 2 week of PTO to get away, but now I’m
travelling around for longer before I settle into a really big job.”
“Congratulations.” You grinned.
“Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be fantastic at it.”
"You flatter me.“ Namjoon
took a sip to hide his smile, but you knew better. You knew his face read that
he was grateful and shy about your compliment.
But what you weren’t sure about,
what you were never sure about was how long he would be in front of you. So you
decided to seize the moment.
"Want to come take a look at my
apartment?” You questioned nonchalantly. “I can cook dinner for
His eyes widened, probably not
expecting that invitation in the least. “I wouldn’t be intruding?”
You laughed, “I live by myself.
You wouldn’t be.”
"Anybody you should ask
permission to first?“
"If that’s your way of asking
if I have a boyfriend, my answer is that I don’t have one.” You smiled.
"Good.“ Namjoon genuinely
smiled and you found yourself melting at the way he looked so happy to hear
that you were single. But you had to pop your own bubble to bring yourself back
to reality. This didn’t mean he liked you in any way, shape, or form.
"You still don’t drive
right?” You giggled when he immediately looked sheepish. “For the
good of the nation?”
"Yeah, I still don’t drive…“
"Good. I brought my car so I’ll
drive you around.” You grinned.
"Oh? You even drive now.
Wahhh…you’ve become a grown woman, Y/N. I’m impressed.“
"I’ve always been a mature
woman, Kim Namjoon.” You flirtatiously smirked as you stood up.
"I’ll be in your care today
then Y/N.“ he bowed playfully and followed you out.
In the car, you let Namjoon chat
away while you drove. He put on his music and talked about which ones he liked
and which ones he didn’t. He discussed places he had been to since you had last
seen each other, and what books he had been reading lately. He also had taken
up learning a few languages in his leisure.
As always, Namjoon was someone you
aspired to be. Intelligent, constantly curious, constantly improving and
evolving, constantly seeing the world as a bundle of opportunity for learning
experiences. Something more than a
place to live, to make money, to build relationships.
No, he didn’t just merely exist in
the realm of society, carried off by the crowd. He walked in every possible
direction on the sidewalk to figure out why it was that people naturally
created two lanes. Why did it have to be veer to your right if you’re walking
in one direction? What would happen if someone defied that standard? How would
He lived. He was the living embodiment of someone who worked hard to
live and actually lived.
While many worked to live, most
spent their time pushing living their lives to that concept of "later”.
You’ve heard countless people say “I’ll save that money for that trip I
want to go to, later.”; “Later in my life, I’ll be more free so that
I can use my money how I want to.”, etc. But what many failed to
understand is that this “later” they always continued to refer to, wasn’t
a destination, it wasn’t even a real time; it is a perpetually elusive concept,
because when “later” comes, it isn’t “later” at that point
in time, it has already become “the now”, “the present”,
and in a blink of an eye, it becomes “the past”. This construct of
“later”, it only exists in our mindsets; it is a place holder of a
millisecond of time that gives us something to work towards. But if not clearly
defined by the constraints of month, date, and year, it disappears into the
abyss, never to come to fruition.
Namjoon seized the moments. If he
wanted to go some place to see how the sky looked in that location, he would
hop on a train that weekend and go see it. With him, the possibilities of life
were endless. The only thing constricting and containing us inside a box is
ourselves, our fear of taking risks, our fear of being disappointed. But if we
took each hit in stride, taking it as if it was an experience that happened for
a reason, then those expectations and fears would dissipate. If you expect to
learn and experience things each morning, no matter what shape or form they
took, you would never feel disappointed in your life.
That was Namjoon. Deep,
philosophical, unique. With a beautiful mind that opened your eyes to the wonders
of the world. It made you feel small yet so empowered at the same time.
"Y/N. What’re you thinking
about?“ his deep voice reverberated in your mind and sent chills down your
spine, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Sorry.” You smiled shyly.
“Just how coincidental it was that we bumped into each other…and how I
missed hearing about your thoughts.”
He grinned brightly. “You’re
still as candid as ever.”
"No point in being anything
else but.“ You shrugged.
"I like that about you
though.” he complimented.
"And I don’t think it was
coincidental.“ he hummed. "I think something like this was the work
And just like that, you were pulled
back into his gravity, like you had been so many years ago.
You shyly allowed Namjoon to step
into your apartment, silently praising yourself for cleaning up the night
before, just because. Was that fate as well? You shook your head before you
fell deeper into your thoughts again.
"Are you craving
"I eat whatever.” Namjoon
"Have a seat and make yourself
comfortable. I’ll start cooking.“
"You sure you don’t need my
help?” He followed you into the kitchen and gently touched your waist.
“I can at least wash the ingredients without breaking them.”
You giggled to cover up how strongly
your heart was hammering in your chest at his light touch. “Alright then.
It’s a big task, but I’m entrusting it to you.”
"Yes, ma'am.“ Namjoon
"So…Jungkook is actually rich
too…the heir of a BIG company…and he is now YOUR intern?” The
Receptionist gawked at Jimin.
"And Jungkook knows Y/N too
because he pulled her over and bumped into her a couple of times around town?”
The Receptionist stared at her boyfriend. “And also…”
"Also?“ Jimin raised an
She shook her head, "No, never
mind. It’s just crazy how connected everyone is.”
"It’s nothing.” she
"Oh come on! Stop keeping all
the secrets! I won’t tell anyone!“
She rolled her eyes. "No. We’ve
been through this. You always tell Hoseok who then tells Silver and then at
that point, I’m breaking my contract of keeping privacy. I’m not losing my job
just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”
"But Hoseok isn’t just anyone!“ Jimin complained.
"Exactly why I’m just keeping
my mouth shut. Now go do dishes! I have to get ready for my Burlesque
"Come home with your costume
again.“ Jimin smirked then kissed her on cheek as he took the dishes away
from the table.
"I’ll just surprise you with
what I come home wearing.” she winked. “Or not wearing.”
Jimin chuckled, “Oh goodness.
Keep talking like that and you won’t make it to your show tonight.”
"Why? Have I been a…bad
girl?“ She smirked as she hugged him from behind while he started washing
Jimin splashed soapy water on her
face playfully. "Go get ready for your show. I’ll deal with your antics
"You’re no fun.“ She
"You won’t be saying that
later.” Jimin cocked an eyebrow up.
"We’ll see ~“ his
girlfriend hummed as she disappeared into their bedroom.
"Thanks for the meal.
Wahh…” Namjoon clapped. “That was fantastic.”
You grinned, watching him with
admiration. “Probably cause you lack culinary skills and have to eat out
all that time.”
Namjoon huffed. “Not everyone
can be perfect. I’m good at a lot of other things. Other than cooking and
"And walking apparently.“ You
"Well, that…things just get
in my way.” he chuckled.
You giggled then paused. “Did
you just say you were eclectic?”
Namjoon blinked. “Yeah?”
"Stay still for a sec.“
You leaned over the table and pulled down his shirt to stare at his collar
bones and neck.
"Um Y/N…what’re you
Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m
You laughed, "Can I ask you
"Sure. If you stop staring at
my neck…“ Namjoon tilted his head.
You pulled your hand away and sat
back down. "Have you heard of Club Masquerade?”
You smiled and bluntly asked,
"Are you Mon?”
There was a few minutes of silence
as the two of you stared at each other. He was probably trying to figure out
how you had come to that conclusion, while you were waiting for him to reply.
"And if I say I am?“ he
You chuckled, "It seems you’ve
met your only client in person.”
Namjoon blinked then gasped, finally
recognizing your voice from the Club.
"I thought your voice was just
familiar because we’ve known each other.“ he covered his mouth with his
You two awkwardly looked around the
"So…“ you started.
"I do have to commend you on your um…prowess in that area.”
Namjoon coughed, “Thanks.”
"What were you doing there
though?“ You questioned.
"I was dropping off trials of a
new product for the Club. It’s a chip that can be installed into the host’s
masks to alter their voices. I actually used it on you…so how did you figure
out…” he scratched his head.
"Your neck moles.“ You
blushed, hoping he didn’t find you creepy. "Plus your voice was similar
the very first time I met you…you probably didn’t implant the chip when we
first met right? Plus you didn’t alter your voice too much the second
"Well, I didn’t want you
thinking I was a completely different person.“ Namjoon chuckled.
"Wow. This is crazy. You’ve always been sharp.”
You grinned. “Well I guess I’m
glad it was you.”
Namjoon glanced your way and you two
locked eyes. He smiled.
"I’m glad it was you too.“
You two ended up catching up the
rest of the day. You told him about your university and any stories of back
home that you could recall. He showed you pictures on his phone of his travels
and where he would like to go next. It wasn’t until the sun set and you two
were covered in the dim darkness of the room that you two realized how late it
"Oh wow. It’s this late now,
huh?” Namjoon exhaled.
"Stay over.“ You blurted
out in the darkness.
You could feel his warmth beside you
on the couch. Progressively, your bodies had been inching closer and closer as
the conversation continued, until your shoulders were touching.
"Sure.” he answered
lightly. “If you don’t mind me.”
"I don’t mind at all.“ You
smiled. "Let me go turn on the light.”
"Sure. Be careful.“
"Oh…before I do.” Your
heart was beating wildly. The thought had been pestering you since Namjoon had
confirmed that he was Mon. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted
to spill your idea, but the sheer shame of him rejecting it created fear inside
"What’s on your mind?“
Namjoon reached out, trying to feel out for your face.
When he found it, your hand covered
"Can you…teach me?” You
"Teach you what?“
"How to be good…in
um…bed…and romance…dating in general.” You mumbled, but in the
silence, it felt like you were screaming.
"Cause I’d really like to
learn! And well, I think logically, hands-on experience is usually best
so…” You swallowed worriedly.
Suddenly, you felt another hand cup
your cheek and slowly, you felt yourself being pulled forward until your lips
finally made contact with his. Your body was electrified and he kissed you
fervently, enough to take your breath away.
When you were younger, you had
envisioned kissing Namjoon countless of times, but reality defied all your
daydreams. His lips were soft and plush, gentle and rough alternatively. And
the fact that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t staring at your ceiling or
your pillows like before, but at the man himself, made it all the more
fantastic. The kissing grew to be more heated, so much so that you were now
pushed down on your back on your couch. Namjoon was hovering over you, never
disconnecting your lips. Not until, he finally answered you with his breath
ghosting over your ignited face.
"I’ll teach you.“
When the new week rolled by, you returned
to work and found yourself spending time training Jungkook for most of the days.
It was definitely nice having company in your cubicle and splitting the work
between each other. Things got done faster, plus once he got into a rhythm with
his paperwork, he would hum a tune angelically. It was a nice change of pace to
the silence you were always in. And soon, you brought in your own earphones
"Um uh…” Jungkook
hesitated as he stood behind you, trying to figure out how to get your
attention. He stiffly and cautiously moved his index finger closer to your
shoulder then immediately pulled back before he could touch you. With a deep
breath, he tried his other hand but he still couldn’t bring himself to tap your
"Y/N. Jungkook!“ Jimin
appeared and Jungkook immediately stumbled away from you, flustered.
Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and
you pulled your earphones out curiously.
"Yes, Mr. Park?”
"We’re staying overtime today
so can you two pick up coffees from the cafe for me, Silver, and Hoseok. Oh, and
get yourselves something too.“ Jimin handed you his card. "Oh and
grab some pastries and take out while you’re out.”
"Sure thing.“ You grabbed
the card then turned to Jungkook who was still pinned to the counter nervously.
He nodded. “Y-yeah…”
"Have fun!“ Jimin winked
"Did you drive or did your
father’s men drive you?”
"I drove, but I don’t want to
take my car out…it’s in one of those tiny spots. It was a pain to park.“
You laughed and threw him your car
keys. Reflexively, he caught it with one hand, which impressed you.
"You drive my car then. I’m
feeling a bit sleepy so it’d be unsafe.
Plus you know all about traffic laws and such, who knows if you’ll arrest me
for speeding while I’m in the car with you.” You rambled.
Jungkook snorted. “I’m off
"Still a cop.“ You
shrugged. "Let’s go.”
You two hopped into your car and drove
to the cafe down the street.
"So is your unit okay with you
working a different job all of a sudden?“ You questioned. You had been
curious about Jungkook for awhile now since his whole situation was unique. You
often wondered how he ended up being a cop when he was a company’s heir. It
"Yeah, it’s happened often
since my dad’s been trying to pressure me to get into business. Plus everyone
knows my background at the police academy. Everyone needs to go through a
scrutinizing background check before being accepted. Can’t have past criminals
being the police force.” He replied.
"And why did you want to be a
cop instead of inheriting the company?“
"Mm…no offense, but I don’t
find an office job very exciting. I’m someone who’s very physical and likes
moving my body. I love doing extreme sports and challenging myself physically.
It’s what excites me, and I don’t want to be bound to a desk, staring at numbers
for more than half my day. It’s my life so I want to do something that makes me
happy. Something that makes me enjoy waking up early and staying up at night.
Being a cop is that for me.”
You smiled at him warmly and he
stepped away, a bit creeped out.
"What? Why’re you smiling like
"No. I just didn’t think you
had a sentimental and deep side.” You shrugged.
He rolled his eyes. “You need
to get over that ticket I gave you.”
"I’m over the ticket, but your
harsh words, I will probably never get over.“
"I heard you two are working
together now.” The Receptionist handed them their orders. “Must be
nice. I wish I worked with my close friends.”
"You could always join the
company, Noona. I’m sure hyung can pull some strings.“ Jungkook grinned.
"No thanks. I already have one
desk job, I don’t need another one.”
"See, you understand me
"Oh Y/N. Joon’s over there
reading if you wanted to go say hi.” The Receptionist pointed out.
Immediately, you perked up and
turned around. Sure enough, Namjoon was sitting by the window, calmly reading a
book with a serious expression. Hurriedly, you scurried over to him and tapped his
Namjoon glanced up and grinned
widely, exposing his dimples. "Y/N.”
He studied your outfit curiously.
“You look pretty. Are you working?”
You blushed and nodded.
Jungkook appeared beside you.
"Oh Namjoon, this is the other
intern Jungkook. Jungkook, Namjoon. He’s a family friend.“
Jungkook bowed. "Nice to meet
you. And you have really strong looking thighs.”
You and Namjoon blinked then giggled
at his comment. Jungkook blushed shyly.
"Thanks Jungkook. You’re pretty
"And so they’ve met in real
life now too.” the Receptionist hummed as she watched the scene in front
of her. “Mon, Nochu, and the client they’re sharing. Mon knows the client
from the past. Nochu and the client work together, but Nochu doesn’t know Mon
is Mon. Do Nochu and Mon know each other? Does the client know their
identities? I wonder…”
She grinned widely to herself.
"Ahh this is so exciting! I
can’t believe this is happening. It’s mind blowing! Too bad I can’t tell Jimin.“
You watched in awe as Jungkook threw
his arm behind your chair to reverse out of the parking spot. His dress shirt
pressed against his defined chest and his face was handsomely concentrated.
"So that guy is just your
family friend?” he questioned once he got back on the road, pulling you
out of your stare.
"Like what you’re seeing?”
Jungkook smirked. “You were staring at me before.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
“Just focus on driving. You’re so weird.”
"I’m weird? You couldn’t appeal against the ticket by acting cute
but when you approached this Namjoon guy you were full of cuteness and
"Was I?” You blinked.
"You didn’t know? Your voice
got all high pitched like a dolphin shriek.“ Jungkook mimicked you.
"And you were batting your eyes like you had something in them.”
You huffed. “I was not!”
He snorted. “Oh please. Like
you could see yourself. Take my word for it. Your crush on him is so
"It was an old crush. I haven’t
seen him in years.“ You stared out your window.
"Well you could use this time
to rekindle that flame.” Jungkook teased.
"Sadly, there was no flame in
the past to rekindle.“
"Well, starting fresh is always
You eyed Jungkook. “You haven’t
dated a lot either, have you?”
Jungkook tensed, “Wh-what? Of
course I have! I mean look at me! I’m handsome!”
"Nope, guess you haven’t.“
"I’ve had plenty of girlfriends
for your information. Girls lined up at my locker back in school and my whole
desk was always filled with gifts. I’d have dates lined up every day of the
You stared at him skeptically.
“Then why do you freak out whenever I touch you?”
"I do not–“
You covered his hand with yours.
Hurriedly, he swerved to the side of the road in panic.
"Don’t DO that!”
"Do you have a phobia of girls?
Or is it just me?“ You raised an eyebrow.
"Neither! I’m fine!”
"But I’ve seen you pin yourself
against the wall when a female employee walks by you, and duck your head down
when females approach the cubicle to ask me questions. Tell me what your
"I don’t have a problem! I know
women like the back of my hand. I can get someone off in less than 5
You stared at him intently.
"What?“ He furrowed his
"You know, I’ve been wondering this for
"If I say, 'Nochu’…what do
Jungkook’s eyes widened and his
eyeballs whizzed around anxiously. “Wh-what?”
"Let me ask you straightly then.
Are you Nochu?“
Jungkook’s eyes threatened to fall
out of its sockets as he stared at you in shock. "Why…?”
You exhaled, seeing that his answer
confirmed your suspicions, and opened the front compartment of your car. You
took out your signature mask and pulled it over your face, observing the way
his face contorted to one of horror and astonishment when you did.
"Cause we know each other a lot
better than we thought.“
Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt
hurriedly. "Excuse me. I have to go run away from you and probably jump
into the deepest hole on Earth.”
You grabbed his shirt to pull him
back into his seat, and leaned your face close to his.
"I have a proposition for you,
He winced at the nickname being used
without his mask present.
"What’s the proposition?”
"I want to learn about dating.
That Namjoon guy, right now we’re in some kind of mentor-student relationship,
but for some reason, I want him to take me seriously and actually consider
dating me. Since you’re having an awkward time around girls without the mask,
and I never know how to properly appeal and flirt with guys, we can help each
other. What do you think? It’s beneficial for both parties, don’t you
"Are you suggesting a merger
with mutual benefits and co-ownership?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Shall we create a
contract?“ You smirked, going along with his banter.
"I’ll…I’ll think about it.
It’s a bit overwhelming to find out someone I work with…well I’ve done things
You released your grip on him and
chuckled. “It doesn’t bother me since it’s your job, and I was curious
myself. It was a good transaction.”
“Wait…you knew it was me…so does that
mean you like me?” Jungkook blinked at you curiously.
You glanced back at him blankly,
“Well other than whatever I’m feeling for Namjoon, I can’t say that I’m
exactly sure what it means to like someone…but I figured you fascinated me
from the beginning.”
You two stared at each other
"Well, I don’t know if you’ll
be a cure to my nerves, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try.“
Jungkook exhaled. "It’s getting a bit embarrassing that I can work my way
around a woman in bed, but not in any other way.”
You smiled and patted his shoulder.
“We’ll get through this together, Nochu.”
Jungkook glared at you, “Don’t
call me that outside of the Club.”
You grinned teasingly. “But
it’s okay if we’re alone right?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes and started
the car again. “I can’t believe I agreed to pretend date you.”
"Think of it as a beneficial
learning experience! A training module of sorts.“
He shook his head and merged back on
"Just don’t go falling in love
with me.” You chuckled.
"As if.“ Jungkook rolled
Later that day, Jungkook changed
into his host outfit and snugly pulled his gold mask over his face. For some
reason, your proposition made his heart feel lighter. The fact that you
accepted his strange behaviors around women, and the fact that you too
struggled with similar issues; he felt like a burden had been lifted from him.
He wasn’t sure if it was the solution to his problems, but it definitely was
better than doing nothing. Spending time with a female might ease his anxiety
around others, and besides, other than the Receptionist, you were the only
other woman he talked to frequently. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Although he felt
himself heat up, remembering that it was you who had given him his first
"Oh my god.” he crouched
down and covered his face, embarrassed.
Jungkook’s head whipped up at the
sound of that name. This Mon had
eluded him every single time. The man who had taken one of his clients away
from him, he wanted to see exactly what he looked like with his own eyes.
Jungkook rushed from the back towards the Receptionist’s desk. Panting, he
finally came face to face with a tall, lean man in a deep purple mask.
Okay, he was attractive.
But his presence irked him the more
he thought about how he had to share one of his customers with this mysterious
person, who incidentally got perks and benefits for no reason. He felt like his
title as the Golden Host and as one of the best hosts in the Club was being
"Does your mask have this chip
now?” the Receptionist questioned.
"Mhm.“ Mon grinned.
"Yah.” Jungkook curtly
spoke, garnering attention from both of them. “Are you Mon?”
"Yes, I am. How can I help
you?” Mon stood up straighter and spoke refinedly.
Jungkook faltered a little, but kept
his proud stance.
"Who do you think you are?
Waltzing in here like you own the place? You think you can just take and give
customers as you please? You’re not even on the roster or anything. What gives
you the right to take being a host so lightly?“
Mon chuckled and glanced at the Receptionist,
then back at Nochu, "Kid, I do own
Welcome Back! So this chapter is rough. Tempers are short and our boys have their first real argument and it gets ugly. Fortunately, it’s also the first time they are both open and honest with each other afterwards. Shitty fight=big step forward for them!
It feels weird to say “Enjoy” for this chapter so um… buckle up?
Day Three in the Forest
The day was shit.
Tony’s feet hurt, and his back hurt and his legs hurt and Jesus Christ the bug spray had stopped working almost immediately after putting it on and he was sure he was bit half way to hell.
Another night crammed in a one man tent with Steve– okay, no, actually that hadn’t been all that bad, and Tony’s lips lifted in a reluctant smile remembering the feel of Steve’s beard against his skin. Not that he was into beards at all. Not at all. And even after his pseudo bath in the river the day before, they were still two grown men in the middle of a jungle sweating through layers of clothing and ineffective bug spray, so they didn’t smell good at all. Not at all. And yet, Tony hadn’t thought to complain as they lay pressed up against each other, trying to touch as little as possible but neither one moving away when they did. He hadn’t wanted to say anything when Steve ended up wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.
And when he had woken up and felt Steve, hard and thick, digging into him– well, it hadn’t even crossed his mind to complain about that. Not at all.
Alright, so that wasn’t all that terrible, but the rest of the day was shit.
They were both cranky and irritable and needing a break from each other and from hiking and the constant stress of looking over their shoulders every three seconds and avoiding the water. They kept switching between eye-stripping each other and then getting under each others skin with thinly veiled insults, and then something would switch all over again and Steve would be looking at him with something beautiful and terrifying in those dark blue eyes and Tony would be stammering and looking away and searching for something sarcastic to change the moment.
The terrain had been gradually getting steeper as the day went on and Tony remembered with a groan the mountain that he could always barely see from camp. Not a huge mountain by any stretch of the imagination, more of a large hill, but after three days on their feet and smaller than usual portions of food and water as well as the added stress of just being around each other, each step seemed like a marathon and by the time they broke for lunch, Tony’s temper was near breaking as well.
He kept telling himself that Steve’s feet hurt way worse than his, that Steve was carrying a bigger bag than him, that Steve was stressed out being the one carrying the guns but–but– damn it Tony was exhausted.
“Right here. Let’s break right here.” were the first words Steve had said all day, dropping his pack and basically collapsing on to the ground, his back against a tree. “Not too long though, we’ve got to get up and over this mountain if we want to make the village by tomorrow. Too risky to get to the river at all, so conserve your water.”
“Wonderful.” Tony slumped down against his own tree and pulled the last of his protein bars from his bag. “More mountain climbing, no river to at least look at, just miles of green. I’ve never hated this color so much in my life.”
Steve made an agreeable grunt as he ate his own bit of food, and they sat in silence again for the few moments they had of rest.
“Will you tell me–” Tony swallowed and took a quick sip. “The students that died? Did you know them?”
“Yeah.” Steve said shortly, pouring a little water in his hands to smooth down his hair and rubbing irritably at his beard.
“Who were they?” Tony asked, bracing himself to hear their names. It had been bugging him the entire time, seeing their bodies and not knowing their names. When he got back to New York he was going to personally pay to get them home and laid to rest because no one deserved to–
“It doesn’t matter.” Steve shrugged and Tony’s mouth dropped.
“It doesn’t matter? It absolutely matters who they were!”
“It really doesn’t.” Steve crumpled up his trash, tucking it carefully in a pouch so they didn’t leave any trace of being there. “Leave it alone.”
“Are you serious?” Tony’s voice rose and Steve sent him an annoyed look. “Steve, they are people. How can you say it doesn’t matter?”
“They were people, Tony. They aren’t anymore. What good would knowing their names do for you besides stress you out? Leave it alone.”
“Jesus.” Tony swore and jumped to his feet. “Look at you. Students– young people– died because of some asshole you trusted and you’re saying they aren’t people? They deserve to be remembered, damn it. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that heartless? All these years as a mercenary just ruined you, huh?”
“You’re tired and emotional.” Steve waved him off. “We aren’t talking about this right now.”
“Tired and emotional.” Tony repeated. “No. No, I want you to tell me right now why you don’t think those kids deserve to be named. Why would you even say something like—”
“Because I’ve seen people die. Lots and lots of people die, over and over, Tony.” Steve shook his head. “And remembering their names didn’t do anything except give me nightmares. I’ve seen way too much to try and put a name to every face. Once they are gone, they are just gone. And if I see it any other way then I can’t do my job. They are just bodies.”
“Man.” Tony stared at him. “You make a great mercenary, don’t you, Captain?”
Dark blue eyes flashed with something unreadable. “Yeah, I really do.”
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Standing in front of a mirror now, he can’t piece it together – why can’t he do it? Why can’t he lose weight? He starves himself for days on end, and yet, here he is, his white cotton sweater straining against his beer gut. He doesn’t even drink beer. He doesn’t drink anything but water.
1. They act like know-it-alls. Sorry, becoming a parent does not make you the embodiment of all knowledge in the universe. You don’t automatically know more than an educated and professionally trained physician.
2. They talk down to you.“You’ll never know real love.” “You’ll change your mind.” “You don’t know what tired is.” You know what? Shut up. Everyone, regardless of their reproductive status, is allowed to complain. You’re a parent. You love and take care of your kid(s). Great. You’re supposed to. That still doesn’t make you superior than a childless or childfree person.
3. They talk endlessly about their children. Your children are your world/your life. Good. That’s how it should be. But they are only the center of your life, not mine or anyone else’s. Talking about any one subject endlessly becomes boring and irritating, and the topic of children is no exception. If you ramble on for sixty minutes about your kids without so much as letting me get a single word in, expect me to shut my ears sooner or later.
4. They assume you will eventually have kids. No matter how clear you attempt to make it, some parents just roll their eyes, shake their heads, and say, “I used to be just like you.” No. Just no. Just because you went on to become a parent doesn’t mean everyone will. Some of us - in fact, many of us, I’d say - have no problem sticking to our guns.
5. They assume your pet is a replacement or substitute for a child. This aggravates me to no end. No, I did not buy or adopt my pet as a substitute, temporary or otherwise. I have a pet because I wanted a pet and I like animals. End of story. And if I want to refer to my pet as my baby, I can. The only meaning behind it is I love my pet.
6. They act as if you are no longer a human being. Everyone’s body goes through a cycle of huger, energy, etc. That means no matter how active or inactive you are, you will eventually become tired and require sleep and if you don’t get it, you will become stressed out and over-exhausted (which can be dangerous for some). Yet some parents act like childfree people aren’t ever supposed to be tired or stressed out simply because they aren’t parents. I’m sorry, but I’m almost certain all people are born with a human body. I didn’t know one’s body doesn’t begin its natural functions until they become a parent. Oh, right. That’s because it doesn’t! Your body functions from birth until death, whether you have kids or not.
7. They act as if you are all play and no work. Everybody who supports him or herself in some way has responsibilities. Everybody! Some have more, some have fewer, but no adult is without responsibility. Just because you may have one responsibility than another person doesn’t make theirs insignificant. Everybody has to work, clean their house or apartment, do laundry, buy groceries, etc. The only way around this is hiring a personal assistant and the average person does not live in Hollywood.
8. They treat your achievements as minuscule. If having and raising kids is the best thing you’ve ever done in your life, that’s fine. That’s lovely. But it’s a two-way street. Someone else’s accomplishment of getting a certain degree, traveling to a particular place, buying a house, or other matters that take work does not pale in comparison to your proudest moment. If you want your friends to be happy for you when you reach a goal, you have to be happy for them when they reach one. Saying “wait until you have kids” is rude, condescending, and plainly unnecessary. And if you really don’t care, end the friendship. That’s better than dragging it on and pretending you care when you truly don’t.
9. They take offense if you don’t want to be around their kids. Some CF people like kids while others don’t, and even those who do like kids typically don’t want to be around them 24/7. That’s a reason we chose not to have them! If you can’t go anywhere without your kids, fine, but your friends shouldn’t be forced to go everywhere with them either. Bringing a kid to tag along on what’s supposed to be an adult occasion is rude, especially at the last minute. Stay home, go out with only your kid(s), or find another group where your child would be welcome.
10. They can’t sympathize. You’ve had people question your decision, trivialize it, and treat you as if you’re insignificant or an idiot, yet your parent friends just can’t figure out why you’re so frustrated. But you wanted to be childfree!” they retort. Duh! And while you realize that judgment, lost friendships, and unfair treatment in the workplace or by family are part of the childfree territory, a little sympathy would be nice. Unfortunately, you’re probably going to have to get that from your childfree friends.
Ok so what if MC used to work for C&R International and Jumin before showing up into the RFA, and Jumin didn't recognize/realize it at first? How would he react when he finds out? I live for flustered Jumin, honestly.
So like…this blew way out of proportion? Like I really planned on keeping this a short and sweet scenario but when can I ever keep myself short, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!
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Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: General Warnings: A little cursing, but that’s all Categories: F/M Relationships: MC x Jumin Word count: 3800
resigning”, Jumin asked her, hands folded on the table in front of
him. Jaehee nodded. “Yes, I am. I think it is time for me to leave.
I’ve gathered valuable experiences over the past two and a half
years, but I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve
learned enough. I want to start my own business. Nothing big, just a
little cafe.” Jumin eyes her, expression stoic and untelling as it
usually is. Still, Jaehee likes to think that after spending so much
time working by this strange mans side she finally understands him a
little bit and somehow that thought makes her proud. She knows that
you are the only person that truly unravelled him, but at least she’d
cracked him. “I see”, he eventually said, effectively stopping
Jaehee’s train of thoughts. “I will have to make the announcement
in the following meeting and find a replacement as soon as possible.”
felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. This job had been
one of the most infuriating, frustrating and draining jobs she’d ever
done and yet it would have pained her to know that Jumin didn’t give
her the blessing to leave the company and start a new chapter in her
life. In fact, she could have sworn that there was just the faintest
of smirks curling around his lips and for one Jumin Han that was a
big step into the right direction. “You mustn’t worry about that,
Mr. Han. I took it upon myself to look through possible candidates
within the company, as I see them to be most suitable. They already
know how C&R International works and have experience. According
to the Chief of another, smaller department there is a Chief
Assistant he would highly recommend. Apparently she hasn’t missed a
day of work for as long as she’s worked here until a couple of weeks
ago where she took less than a handful of sick days. And even then
she handed in all the work she had to do.”
listened to what Jaehee said, thinking everything over. He wasn’t
particularly fond on hiring another female Chief Assistant. Even
though his father had calmed down after everything that had happened
with Glam and Sarah it wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t go after his
next assistant. Not to mention that he was not very fond about the
idea of having to explain to her – like he had to Jaehee – why
she had to cut her hair, wear formal clothes at all times and fake
glasses as well. It was tiring and taking away time he could spend
more productively. Still, if Chief Assistant Kang believed that mans
word and the girl was really that good at her job, he should probably
give it a try. At least he wouldn’t have to read through a thousand
and one applications and resumes. “Alright. Tell him to send me her
resume. I don’t need anything but that. If I like what I read I’ll
tell him as much so he can introduce her to me at the next meeting.
Thank you for going through the trouble of finding a replacement for
yourself. I would have found it bothersome.”
nodded and retreated, leaving Jumin alone in his office. It was nice
to have been praised and thanked for once, but she sincerely hoped
that she’d actually done the right thing. Frankly Jaehee had no idea
who that mystery Chief Assistant was. After she’d mentioned that she
was leaving C&R international to a couple of colleagues Chief Yie
had approached her. He’d started to talk about that amazing Chief
Assistant he had that absolutely deserved a promotion after she’d
basically doubled the revenue of her department. Jaehee was quite
sure that the only reason Chief Yie had suggested the girl was
because he feared she’d otherwise get his position and he’d face
either demotion or being fired. Of course she hadn’t mentioned as
much. After all, it was a win-win situation for both him and her. The
sooner Mr. Han found a replacement the sooner she could focus on
planning her little café. Chief Yie kept his position, Mr. Han had a
replacement and she was free.
next day Mr. Han called all the Chiefs into a big meeting. He planned
to announce Jaehee official resignment as well as see for himself
whether that girl he’d been recommended was any good. Jumin read
through her resume and work performance and had to admit that he was
quite impressed. Apparently she’d started at C&R at the age of
sixteen as an intern. Even then, despite still attending school,
she’d performed so good that she’d gotten hired by the time she
turned seventeen. She worked while attending university and got her
first promotion after obtaining her degree. Over the next years she’d
gone on to earn one promotion after the other until she’d become the
Chief Assistant of the fashion department. Her resume also stated
that while fashion wasn’t her primary goal nor passion she’d learned
quickly, adapted and never once complained about it. She hadn’t even
attempted to change the department despite being offered a different
position due to loyalty to Chief Yie.
the only reason she was considering it now was because he’d told her
to and Jumin admired such loyalty and obedience. She’d make a mighty
fine Chief Assistant, maybe even as good if not better than Assistant
Kang. The only thing that Jumin found confusing was that he’d never
even heard of that young woman. The resume was strictly work related
so he neither had a name nor a picture – he rarely looked at the
‘personal’ files when looking for candidates – but this one got him
curious. He’d been sure that he knew all his employees at least by
name but looking at her file he was proven wrong. Despite her
performance being meticulous he could not say he’d ever even seen
that woman, which probably made her only the more desirable as a
possibly assistant. Discrete, invisible and hard working were the
perfect traits. When Assistant Kang had told him that she was
resigning he’d been worried but all of a sudden he found himself
had gathered in the conference room, quiet rumble filling the room.
It died down the second Jumin entered the room, closely followed by
Assistant Kang. Silence fell as he stepped to the front of the room,
everyone including his father, looking at him with anticipation. At
first the meeting started like any other would. All the heads of
their respective departments discussed increase or decrease in
revenue, possibly reasons and solutions. Nothing overly exciting
happened. Especially now that Jumin and Chairman Han had finally
gotten out of the press and everything had returned to normal. That
was until Jumin announced that Jaehee was leaving C&R
International. There was an audible gasp amongst the others, although
Jaehee knew better than to think she would be missed by any of them.
She hadn’t had the time to form any meaningful bonds within the firm
and frankly, she didn’t mind. It was their shock speaking. To think
that anyone would ever so much as consider leaving such a lucrative
job was beyond their comprehension.
was when Chief Yie decided to stand up, announcing that he would go
and get his Assistant now. Jumin have him a short nod and the older
man practically shot off to go and get her. A mere minute later
footsteps and quiet walking could be heard. No one could really make
out the most of what was being said, but it sounded a lot like the
woman was begging Yie not to do this while he was hissing at her not
to be ridiculous. Jumin frowned, confused at what was going on until
Yie stepped back into the room, hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist
he was practically dragging along. Her long, brown hair was falling
openly over her shoulders, fringe covering a lot of her face as she
was vehemently looking down. She was wearing trim clothing that was
both formal as well as very appealing as it showed off her perfect,
slender figure and just enough of her long legs to make it
interesting. Mainly because Jumin very much recognized both the body
and the legs.
Yie let go of your wrist, instead gripping your
shoulders and pushing you in front of the entire room so everyone
could see. It felt embarrassing, being paraded and shown off like
that. Especially considering that your fiancé and soon to be husband
was standing in front of you with your best friend by his side, and
you didn’t even have to look up to know that they were staring at you
with wide eyes and shock written all over their face. You swallowed,
entire face heating up with shame as you stood in front of the entire
board room of C&R International – including your soon to be
father in law – with your boss swooning over how great of a worker
you are and how you deserved the position. No one knew that you were
that mysterious fiancée Jumin Han apparently had. Nor did said
fiancé know hat you’s forked for his cooperation for even more years
than his very own Chief Assistant. You really couldn’t think of a way
to make this situation any more uncomfortable.
Your boss did,
though. Yie had always been an idiot and poor worked. The only reason
the fashion department hadn’t gone down years ago had been because of
you. You didn’t even care about fashion that much, but it had been a
steady job and paycheck and tuition was very expensive these days. So
when he suggested for you to present the logistics of that month to
the board room it wasn’t because he was proud of your hard work, but
because he himself didn’t know shit about what was going on in his
own department. He knew that you did, though, so now he made it your
time to shine. Just a couple of months ago you would have preened and
happily done so. You would have died to stand in front of the board
room and present your hard work and yourself. Now though there really
was no place you’d like to be less than this particular room in that
particular situation. “Mr. Yie, Sir, I don’t think this is a good
idea”, you whispered desperately. “Don’t be silly, girl. Just do
as you are told.” Strike.
You could practically feel the anger
coming off of Jumin, even from the other end of the room. He was
fuming and you knew that if Yie continued to treat you the way he
usually did he’d find himself without a job rather soon. “Sir, I’m
begging you, please don’t ask this of me.” The man snorted, glaring
at you. “Don’t be ridiculous and do your job”, he hissed at you
loudly. With that he stormed off to return to his seat, leaving you
standing alone in front of the presentation that had been opened up
behind you. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. If he wanted
a presentation, he would get a presentation. Your straightened your
back, held your head high and proceeded to look into everyones eyes
before locking with Jumin’s. You gave him a short smile before all
emotion was replaced by perfect professionalism as you began the
presentation. You could feel Jumin’s eyes on you the entire time,
filled with wonder and fascination about that new side of you he’d
never seen before.
You were quick, precise and well informed.
Everything about you radiated energy and strength to the point where
even the most disrespectful and misogynist of the men in the room
were silenced. No one dared to interrupt you, dares to speak or so
much as breathe too loudly as your presence filled the room. Jumin
had never found a woman more attractive in his life than he did you
in that exact moment. He loved your innocent, gentle and caring side
to bits and pieces. It was that side that had drawn him in. That side
that had gotten him through the darkest of moments. However, this new
side, the strong almost dangerous one was bordering on arousing. He
could feel his heart beat faster as he listened to your every word
without hearing anything at the same time. You were like a tiger and
the dangerous jungle had been claimed by you and you only.
you for your attention. I would like to use this gracious opportunity
to thank my boss, Mr. Yien, for recommending me. It will be my
outmost pleasure to accept the new job offer and finally get out of
that pathetically taken care of department I am currently working
for”, you spat, glaring daggers at Yien. Jumin gasped, surprised by
such harsh words. Then his demeanour changed, melting into pure
satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, to watch
you tear your boss apart for disrespecting you the way he did. “I’ve
been working for the fashion department for many years now and never
have I ever encountered a man that incompetent and lazy. He asked me
to do the representation today as he himself has no idea what it is
about. I researched and composed it all by myself as I have been
doing for years. His workload is thrown off onto me and the other
assistants whom he disrespects and sexually harasses on a daily
little bitch, how dare you spread lies about me like that. Have her
removed”, he shouted at the security men, obviously aggravated. You
merely smiled, folding your arms behind your back. His head was
bright red, sweat gathering on his forehead. When the men didn’t move
your smirk grew, almost devilish, as he grew angrier and angrier. “I
said have her removed! Why the fuck aren’t you taking her away.”
Jumin snorted out a chuckle, covering his mouth to muffle the sound.
“I think, Mr. Yien Sir, the reason for that would be that they do
not dare to touch the company heir’s future wife”, you explained,
calmly. You knew you had the upper hand and you were enjoying every
last moment. His face fell as realization dawned on him but Jumin
felt no empathy at all. He’d been eager to chew him out himself, but
watching you do it yourself was much, much, much more satisfying.
I’d asked you politely, begged you in fact, not to do this you didn’t
listen. I tried to protect you, you see, as I felt sorry for your
pathetic being. Now, however, you’ve lost all my compassion. I did
some digging and found out that beside not working properly you also
quite frequently seemed to use company money for private businesses
as well as evade certain taxes, which is why you were satisfied by
staying in a smaller department, as no one ever digs deep into those.
Well, I did. So, I hereby declare, for everyone to hear, that in the
name of C&R International I am suing you for sexual harassment at
the workplace, heavy tax evasion as well as fraud. I’m not familiar
with the legal system, but I am quite sure that you are facing a
couple of years of prison. Now please, gentlemen, would you do me the
honour and remove that scumbag from this meeting room? I would prefer
not to have such useless people working for my husband-to-be.”
time the security men didn’t hesitate. They walked over to Yien and
dragged him out of the room, ignoring his cursing and screaming. The
second the door closed behind them you sighed, shoulders sagging. You
hadn’t planned on any of this and while you didn’t mind holding
presentations those were usually prepared and practiced on your part.
Improvisation had never really been your thing. The sound of a chair
moving was what ripped you out of your thought and you looked up to
see Jumin standing up. You swallowed, shyly looking at your fiancé
who once more had one of those unreadable expressions. “Would
everyone please leave the meeting room. I would like to talk to my
fiancée in private, please. The meeting is over. Thank you for your
participation.” It didn’t take more than that for everyone to get
up, gatherer there things and hurry out, leaving you alone with
Jaehee, Jumin and his father.
you started to apologize Jumin instantly cut you off, shaking his
head. When your eyes met, he was smiling at you. Actually, grinning
would be the better word, bright and excited like a little school
boy. You’d never quite seen him like that. “You were magnificent!
The presentation was perfect and the way you took down Yien was…I
dare say sexy”, he said, chuckling in a way that made the hairs in
the back of your neck stand up in the best way possible. “God, I
cannot believe I never noticed you before. To think that I could have
had you all these years, that you were in my reach all this time.
It’s infuriating. Only the more reason to be grateful that I got the
opportunity to see you in your prime like this.” You blushed,
smiling shyly. “I tried…to tell everyone. I really did, but I
didn’t know how to bring it up.”
Jumin walked around the table
and towards you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. Hands resting on
his chest you melted against him, burying your face in his chest as
well. “Is that why you were so desperate to leave when you stayed
at my place? Because you were worried about work?” You nodded
against his chest, so relieved he wasn’t mad you felt like crying. “I
wanted to tell you but…I didn’t want you to think that I was with
you to ride some sort of coattail. When Yie mentioned a promotion
into Jaehee position I instantly said no, but he basically forced me.
I wanted to work my way to the top by myself but now -”, you spoke
quietly before Jumin interrupted. “And now you’ve made it. You
didn’t ride any coattails and yet coming next week you’ll be by new
Chief Assistant.” You looked up then, eyes wide and questioning.
You couldn’t believe it. You’d been working towards that goal for
years and yet…it didn’t feel right at all.
“But…I’m the one
who encouraged Jaehee to quit. I would feel bad for taking her
position.” That is when Jaehee cleared her throat, getting both of
your attention. “You have nothing to worry about, MC. When you told
me to quit you didn’t do so to get my position but with my best
interest in mind. I know that for a fact. You told me to follow my
dreams and thanks to you I am finally brave enough to do just that so
you should too. I didn’t enjoy working here for the most part but you
seem to really like the job and we all know that you love Jumin
dearly. I think the two of you working together could work out better
than any other assistant. He’ll listen to you and respect you while
you’ll be able to support and help him. So please, MC accept my
position. I could have not wished for anyone better to take over for
me”, she said, smiling happily at the both of you.
her. Please accept the offer, my love. That way we can be together
every second of the day and I’ll never have to worry about you
anymore. You’ll be safe and provided if you stay by my side and even
when I have to go on business trips I can take you along without
feeling guilty”, he pleaded, cupping your face and caressing the
tender skin with his thumbs. Your eyes locked and there wasn’t a
fiber in your body that was capable of denying this man anything. Let
alone when he looked at you the way he did in that moment; like you
were his entire world. So you smiled and nodded, reaching out to
return the tender kiss. “If it is alright with your father I’ll be
happy to be your new Chief Assistant.” Of course Chairman Han
didn’t mind at all. If anything he’d be delighted to get to know his
future daughter in law. Everyone’s problems seemed to be
Jaehee resigned officially a couple of days later and
opened up her new café. You and Yoosung helped out as much as you
could in your free time. You also talked Jumin into invested, not for
profit but to help a good friend. The rest of the RFA had been rather
shocked at the announcement but it quickly died down. No one was
really surprised that you and Jumin couldn’t be apart even for a
couple of hours. Admittedly Zen was fuming for another week and even
showed up at C&R International just to check on you. He found you
and Jumin talking over coffee you’d gotten at Jahee’s, relaxed and
beaming at one another. He left without you even noticing, finally
realizing that his worry was not necessary at all. Mr. Chairman
quickly learned to adore you. Not only did you make his son happy,
but you were also a highly competent and good worker. A real profit
for the company.
happiest, however, was Jumin. He’d never even considered asking you
to be his assistant but now he couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect.
He never had to fear his father making any advances. He never had to
fear betrayal or having to replace you. He got to protect you while
simultaneously allowing you to keep your job like you’d asked him to.
You were a great worker and reduced his stress by not only cutting
his workload in half, but making him relax and smile throughout the
entire day. Really, he’d never been happier to go to work then when
he did so with you right by his side. “Say, now that I am your
assistant, should I call you Mr. Han and Sir as well”, you’d asked
one day, grinning cheekily. Jumin had chuckled in reply, husky and
warm in ways that caused butterflies in your stomach. “No, my love.
You only have to call me that in the bedroom.” He’d winked at you
before returning to his work, seemingly unaffected while your face
felt like it was burning up. Oh my, working with Jumin sure would
turn out interesting…and you were looking forward to every single
part of it.
Maisie Dalton fixed things. And Niall Horan was definitely broken.
Did anyone’s day ever go well without coffee? Maisie Dalton’s sure didn’t. Walking through the streets of downtown Los Angeles in six inch heels was always an adventure but without the promise of a large cup of coffee in her future, it was positively horrifying. She’d grown accustomed to the disgusting cat calls from construction workers as she walked by, some days she wondered if these men had ever been in the presence of a female before. What woman was honestly going to respond to, “Hey Baby, lookin’ hot today. Wanna ride me home?”
She curled her fingers around the cold steel of the handle on the huge glass door to her office building. Some days opening that heavy ass door was harder than others. This day was definitely the latter.
Before she’d taken two steps into the lobby she had a large cup of something shoved into her face while her assistant, Grant tried to help get her coat off. Maisie breathed a sigh of relief as she lifted the cup to her lips,
“You’re a lifesaver.”
Grant opened his mouth to protest but was quickly silenced when Maisie gagged. She looked up at him, her mouth twisted in confusion,
requested by anon. since you didn’t specific what level of school, i opted for college–i hope that’s okay.
JinJin is a Photography major. He works two jobs (a diner downtown and the campus art gallery on the weekends) to pay for his camera equipment. He’s known for taking these high aesthetic shots of nature—idyllic landscapes, close up shots of wildflowers, the colors of the clouds at sunrise. He’s also known for being the life of the party. He doesn’t belong to any clubs or organizations but just seems to know everyone on campus and always gets invited to everything. It was at a movie night one of the clubs was hosting that he met MJ. After chatting for a few minutes, they discovered they they were both at a movie night watching a movie neither of them was interested in because they needed to get away from their awful roommates. As soon as they could get out of the dorms, they got an apartment together and have been roommates ever since.
MJ originally chose Hospitality Management as his major because he likes talking to people and figured he’d be good at being “hospitable.” He was disappointed to discover it’s really just a glorified business degree, but he decided to stick with it because the classes are pretty easy (and he’s bad at studying). He also added a minor in Digital Art so he could have something fun in his schedule. In his second year, he got recruited by one of his professors to be a writing tutor. MJ may not be the best student, but he’s really good at cheering others on, which is surprisingly helpful as a tutor. Eunwoo was hired a semester after MJ, and MJ was assigned to be his mentor. As soon as Eunwoo got the hang of the basics, MJ dragged him into all of his pranks (and was pleasantly surprised at Eunwoo’s willingness to prank the boss). Very little “mentoring” ever happened.
Eunwoo is majoring in Comparative Literature, and at first, he seems like a bit of a stereotype. When most people see him around campus, he is either tutoring someone, working on an essay in the library, or sitting at the cafe with a book. On top of that, he’s always polite and sort of quiet—so it always surprises people when they see him at the Thursday night intramural soccer games, jumping and shouting and screaming just as loudly as his teammates. It was through intramural soccer that Eunwoo first met Moonbin. The first game was nothing special, but the weekend that followed, Moonbin showed up for a tutoring appointment with Eunwoo. And the day after that, Eunwoo went to get a cup of coffee and read for class only to find Moonbin behind the counter of the cafe. Moonbin called it fate, Eunwoo rolled his eyes and said there’s no such thing, and the two have been inseparable ever since.
Moonbin is majoring in Culinary Arts, and works at the cafe run by the department. He usually just works at the register, since neither baking nor latte art are specialties of his. But he always has lead role in the monthly dinner they host for the community. He wants to open his own restaurant when he graduates and make affordable and healthy (or mostly healthy) comfort food for starving and stressed-out college students—an idea he got from Rocky, who he found asleep in the corner of the cafe one night. When he discovered that Rocky had been cramming for an exam with nothing but free coffee refills all day, he dragged him into the kitchen, forced him to eat a sandwich, and threatened to do it again if he didn’t take better care of himself. Rocky came back the next day to thank Moonbin and let him know that he’d done well enough on his exam to pass the class.
Rocky thought majoring in Mechanical Engineering would be fun. The intro class all freshman take involved building hovercrafts, and every year there is a robotics competition. But then came the math classes. And the physics classes. And thermodynamics. It’s much harder and much less fun than he anticipated, but he’s too stubborn to give up and switch majors. When he’s not studying (which is most of the time), he’s working on plans for next year’s robotics competition; his team keeps coming in second, and he’s determined to beat that KNK team before graduating. Every once in awhile, Sanha drags him out and forces him to be social. Rocky complains about it, but he’s actually grateful for the clerical error that made Sanha his roommate freshman year. Rocky had requested a room in the “quiet” dorm, hoping to avoid the loud parties he’d heard stories about. He got what he wanted—but he also got Sanha (who constantly reminds Rocky that he’s chosen him as a roommate ever since and really shouldn’t complain anymore).
Sanha is double-majoring in Education and
Kinesiology. He wants to be a P.E. teacher, but he says if that doesn’t work out, he’ll go into physical therapy instead. He memorized all 206 bones in the human body by making them into a song, which he will gladly sing at full volume for anyone who asks, and he volunteers at the hospital down the street from campus. It was actually on one of his volunteer shifts that he first met JinJin, who was pacing the ER waiting room. Sanha recognized him from campus and was so concerned about JinJin’s demeanor, that he introduced himself and asked if he could help. After hearing JinJin’s story, Sanha tracked down what room MJ had been taken to and broke all sorts of rules to relay information back to JinJin (a sprain but not broken and definitely not in need of amputation like MJ had been claiming). JinJin promised Sanha free food from the diner he worked at as thanks, and that was all it took.
I attend a university in Boulder, CO. If you don’t know, living expenses are quite… ludicrous here. Therefore I got an apartment with my 3 best friends since elementary school. We grew up pretty well off in a very upper middle class suburban area of Denver… this is relevant.
As part of furnishing our apartment, every family pitched in $100 to buy this awesome 12 person sectional suede couch. It was used, and in great shape. Everything else came from individual families, but everyone pitched in equally for what we needed. This couch will be the subject of the story.
The three roommates, with changed names, we’ll call them John, Taylor, and Nigel. Taylor, Nigel, and I all study profusely for our technical degrees, as where John has switched from his technical degree to biology to pursue medical school (good for him). However, it was this change that precipitated a whole shitstorm that I will now explain.
When did you start smithing and how did you start out? I’d like to start doing it as well but I’m not sure how to begin other than the small knives I make.
You might grab some coffee for this one. Maybe a quick 30 second stretch.
Father is a blacksmith. Blacksmithing, or “working in the shop” as us kids used to call it, was a form of punishment. When you got in trouble, you went to “work in the shop.” Mom had an office job which was boring.
While in and out of being in trouble, I hung out at the shop all the time.
6-8 yrs old I was stick welding and cutting with an oxy/ace torch. Started to forge around 9 as my size and stamina grew. And by “forge” it was just fucking around. Odd metal creatures, bad ideas to fix simple problems, lots of hooks. Let me say that again…lots of hooks. By no means was I mastering the fundamentals…again I was a punk kid. At 10 yrs old I was getting bored and asked my father to give me a project. He was forging a lot of fire tools at the time; and so have it, I was assigned to design a 3 piece fire tool set. Dad taught me how to design something with an intent, form and function, then reverse engineer it and figure out how to build it. “Think backwards” was a common thing he told me. Took me all summer to do (I had a lot of chores as a kid and growing up in a small mountain town where my nearest friend was a 15 min drive. Little to no distractions. We had horses and a nintendo. NES was a big deal at the time, and horses shit faster than one would think as I had the chore to clean a corral of 4 horses with a shovel…but anyways)
I finished the tool set by the end of the summer. Dad asked, “How much would you sell it for?” Not having a complete idea of the monetary value of something, I said, “Three hundred dollars.” Dad agreed and bought it from me. Here I thought I was the richest punk in town. Blew it on NES games and candy. Fast forward to me at the age of 15, a friend and myself “found” a dump truck. It was unlocked in a closed junk yard that we trespassed upon. Small mountain town kid thinking, “If it’s unlocked, I bet the keys are in it.” It was unlocked and shortly after we found the keys under the front seat. Ran over a small shed in the process and rode off into the sunset on horseback feeling victorious about our afternoon of piracy. The cops were called as people heard the ruckus. The police followed the horse tracks back to the house and we were arrested. It sucked. 2nd degree car theft, trespassing, vandalism, blah blah blah…we got off easy with a year of probation and paying the business owner for the damages. Charges would be dropped if we did this. $7k later in restitution plus court fees, I was seeking a job to pay my dad back. At this time I was the poorest 15 year old that I knew of.
Being in a small town, I could not get a job anywhere as everyone heard that I was “that kid who stole the dump truck…” Honestly, I would not have hired me either. Dad had a crew of 7 employees at the time. Dragon Forge ltd. was pushing out iron work like it was going out of style. He offered that I could work at the shop for minimum wage. What other choice did I have? So now I was not only the youngest, but I was the boss’ kid that got busted. Low man on the totem pole. Talk about getting shit tasks to do and not a goddamn thing I could say about it. Looking at it now, this is when everything really got serious. Not only how to build but also the criticism. The opinions of others. The judgment from someone who has no fuckin idea who you are. God…I would have traded dealing with a high school bully than 7 grown men in a blacksmithing shop. You have to get tough quick. I was never physically hurt, but the emotional and psychological taunting, puns, passive aggressiveness of these assholes taught me so many lessons that prepared me for later. The online bullshit we read of today and the complaining, whining, shit talking is amateur hour compared to these guys. They didn’t give a fuck how they treated me, and I couldn’t say shit as I had my own debt to pay back with no other way out. Also helped as I was on a lot of job sites among similar
craftsmen. To give and receive bullshit is an artform. Good to have in your back pocket when needed, but not used in a way to just abuse.
Got a truck when I was 16 and we added that debt to the “black hole” as we liked to call it. Wrecked it 6 months later. Went out and got a shitty truck that I could afford…now that I think about it I went through trucks from 16-19 yrs old. Anyways I wasn’t able to pay off that “black hole” until I was 18. By this time I had a basic understanding of how to layout, build and forge. As I got bored, dad would teach me a new technique or theory in between work days, aka weekends. I spent my time practicing those basics. After each forging we would go over what was wrong with it, be it technique, flaws that I didn’t see or if took too long. By 20 I was sick of the small town where I grew up and the shop. So I left and got an apartment near Denver. Attended an “art college” in downtown. Working part time for dad, meanwhile attending college full time…my early 20′s were very busy. I got a degree in commercial arts and animation. Met a ton of people, had a game club in college that had 30 people in it, and we attempted to design/produce our own video game. I was a huge Battle Field 2 and Counter-Strike: Force gamer and had found a way to replace 3d models, textures, build maps and import them into the PC game. Had goals to be a conceptual artist in the entertainment industry. By the time I graduated and saw what the entertainment industry was like, I decided that it was not the career for me. I had a realization one night while I was out to get groceries. I would typically go at 1 A.M. in the morning as the stores were empty and I could get my shopping done fast. I walked by a box of $5 movies. Some were not even that old. All that time that went into the production of the movie and it’s on sale for $5…? The direction I was headed was going to be a short one and no matter how hard I worked, it wasn’t going to change. I could see it. My work was going to be in this box and it was just a matter of time. What’s with all the pressure to make disposable entertainment? New students were graduating every 4 months, hungry as I was, and willing to work for nothing. Why not focus on something that could outlive me? Why not invest in myself with a skill such as blacksmithing? Here I was trying to find a purpose, find myself, find my “niche” and it was staring me in the face this whole time. Meanwhile hours of sitting in front of a computer was tearing me apart.
I graduated 2nd in my class late 2006, everyone was talking about the recession that was coming. In 2007 I sat down with dad and told him my idea to let me take over the branding, the photos, the website, everything that he was attempting for advertising, BUT I still wanted to work fulltime at the shop and have more responsibility with jobs, clients, designs, etc. My angle was that the economy was going to suffer and while the lights were off, metaphorically speaking, let me rebrand the business. When the economy recovers, we will be looking good and appealing. And that’s
what happened. The company expanded, we have done work all over the USA, a little in Canada and the past 10 years has been a huge growth for the business and myself in every way possible.
2008-2012 I found a small underground art scene in downtown Denver. Here I did a lot of demonstrations and art shows. Some of the demos were in wealthy neighborhoods to rough gang neighborhoods, green earth celebrations – I know it didn’t make sense to me either but I never said no to an opportunity– to various town events that ranged from farmers’ markets to night clubs. I found that carrying an anvil in a dark alley at 2am from doing a demo at a nightclub actually got respect from thugs. They had more of a “wtf…” look when I walked by with my 125lb hay-budden. During this time of my experience I was hoping to be “found” by someone in hopes to start some kind of metal sculpture business. Nevertheless I forged a lot and wherever I could. Forged anything I could, anything that came to mind. I would go through the “bucket of shame,” that pile of failed attempts, and forge a sculpture out of it. I was consuming classes, books, tutorials and demonstrating as much as I could throughout my 20s.
I am 36 yrs old now and still take classes in blacksmithing taught by others as I think you can always learn more. 2018 looks to be interesting as I will be teaching in 3 different shops, all while still forging fulltime at Dragon Forge LTD and doing DirtySmith stuff. I attend workshops, conferences and of course have the DirtySmith community that I attempt to inform and entertain, meanwhile try to participate with the online blacksmithing community as much as some will let me.
Hopefully in this grammatically incorrect essay, you will find some ideas. There’s many paths to get to where you want. Sometimes you have to get off track to notice.
Do your absolute best at everything you do. There is no reason to do things half fast. Even if you do it wrong…there’s a way to do that well. Do your best at being reliable. This is the hardest thing for me to find are honest people. Be slow to get irritated or mad. Bad news travels faster than good news. And expect assholes to come running at any kind of success you have. In a way we need them. They help us by talking about us. And when someone comes over to look at your work that you have been doing your best on…they will have a hard time talking shit when the work can speak for itself. Keep your head down and work your ass off. What else do you have to lose? The time we have to grow and excel in something is typically wasted on things that really don’t matter and revolve around the immediate and disposable satisfaction of entertainment and gossip.
Below is a video produced by a film student interviewing me a few years ago for his portfolio. It’s a bit over the top, but in it you will find a shorter, entertaining version of the novel above…
Hey Beautiful, hope u r having a nice day. U r genuinely my fav blog, not only bcz of fic rec but also for being u a Louie like me :) Have u bookmarked since forever 😘Well,can u pls recommend me or ask the fic writers to pen more "established relationship" fics ? My absolute fav is "Been Together Since Way Back When" by alivingfire, this is soo bloody good,the plot &everything. Can we request writers for more such fics? No "will they/wont they", no cheating, just struggles of normal life.
Thank you a lot for your kind words and sorry to let you wait with this request !
i agree, I need more normal-established-relationship fics ! I tried to find you some more, without too much angst or drama, and you can also look at my Married+kidsfic rec.
Been Together Since Way Back When
: Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective
four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3.
Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live
happily ever after. Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do
with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even
wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who
he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around. Or:
the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick,
tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest
times of their lives. (95k)
on a thousand miles and more: That’s why, after Granada, they decide to stick to the places
they went to together.
Retrospectively, maybe that’s when it becomes less of a holiday
and more of a pilgrimage. Louis thinks he’s beginning to understand
what they’re searching for. It’s something akin to closure, but not
closure exactly. Something more tenuous than that. More difficult to put
into words. Something like the first exhalation you take after a
particularly horrendous nightmare and you think god, it wasn’t real, it
wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. Except that, in their case, it
was.“[Harry and Louis go back to the places that made them who they
this crown of thorns: If there’s one thing Harry is sure of, it’s that he doesn’t want to forget a single thing about Louis. (5k)
Under the lights tonight: Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team. (20k)
spice up your life :After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it’s spark. (aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.) (9.5k)
: Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes
its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues. (7.6k)
You fill up my senses
: A moment in time. Harry and Louis’ Valentine’s through the years.
The first tasted of champagne bubbles, blankets and freshly cut
grass.The second looked like lace, candlelight and tanned skin.The third
sounded like miles apart, longing, and love in musical form.The fourth
smelled of care, understanding, and years of special moments.The fifth
felt like trust, a gentle caress, and ties of their own choosing. (5k)
:A guy shouts, looking at the sky and they hear, “Almost!”
Louis laughs over Harry’s mouth. “We almost lost it.” He engages into Louis’ arms, gently laying his head on his boyfriend. Harry can feel the last rays of sun beating against his dark
glasses, and how the wind surrounds the clouds leaving room to
extraordinary events. Different atmospheres are also part of what he
feels. The noise of the birds, and the rocks slipping off the mountains.
Even the small ladybug that is on Louis’ pants. “It’s more about what you feel,” Harry says, “than what I can see.” “I can try to explain it to you,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I want the credits when you become a famous composer or writer,”
Harry says, smiling and L
True Love’s Gold
ouis nods playfully, biting his lower lip.
or: Harry is blind and Louis explains a sunset to him for the first time. (4k)
Update (last update on July 15th 2017)
Dance Me (to the End of Love)
: You would think that it’s a simple process - you meet, you fall
in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one
overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it’s no longer a
straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple
proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end. (19k)
True Love’s Gold
: Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis.
Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not
doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks
the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle!
and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis.
Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of
grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I
COMBUST.” Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned. (27k)
Fire and Ice : Harry really wants to come at the same time as Louis. Or, four times they misfire and the one time they get it right. (10k)
For Better and For Worse
(Based on the prompt: “1.Harry and Louis have been together for 5 years
and they’ve been getting questions when they would be getting married
and start a family. Bur harry doesnt have the time. They were arguing
one morning when Harry had enough and left for work. He’s a doctor and
works at the a&e there is a call that there has been a bad car crash
and that there is more than one patient coming in. Harry does his job
good and works on the first patient and everything goes great until his
next patient is Louis.”)
Have Me And Hold Me
: Or, a wedding day AU in which Louis will let nothing stand in the way of a perfect day - especially a little rain. (6k)
One of Many
: Harry and Louis celebrate an anniversary ❤ (3.6k)
Proof of a right wing conspiracy. Gennifer Flowers.
This is going to be the first of a series of text posts that will offer information on several Clinton scandals. All of the quotes and information cited are coming from the sole source of the book: The Hunting of the President. The Ten-Year Campaign to Destroy Bill and Hillary Clinton by Joe Conason & Gene Lyons. I’m doing these text posts because this book offers a lot of insight on the scandals that I did not know at first and a lot of facts that are not put out there for people to know. This may be lengthy but it’s worth the read. That being said this first post is going to be on the Gennifer Flowers scandal.
Larry Nichols In order to Understand the Gennifer Flowers scandal it is important to introduce the man who was at the heart of this scandal and helped construct it. That man is Larry Nichols. Nichols had a grudge against Bill Clinton. This is due to the fact that in 1988, Nichols (who was from Conway Arkansas) had landed a new job as a marketing consultant for the Arkansas Development Finance Authority (ADFA), the state’s centralized public bonding agency. Now this is important, the ADFA was created by Clinton Legislation over the strong opposition of Stephens Inc (this will come into play for another scandal.) Nichols’s brief career at ADFA was ill-fated from the start. Several things happened: 1. When Betsey Wright, heard that Nichols had been hired by the agency’s director, and that he had invoked her name to get the job, she was furious. She had instructed personnel directors at other agencies who had asked about Nichols over the years that he was a dangerous con artist and political opportunist. 2. Nichols was preoccupied with issues more global than the marketing of Arkansas bonds. He started telling other ADFA employees that he was a CIA operative working on behalf of Nicaraguan contras. The CIA part was false but the claim wasn’t altogether false because he had gotten involved with the Collation of Peace Through Strength, an organization headed by the retired general John Singlaub-one of marine lieutenant’s colonel Oliver North’s secret money conduits in the Iran-Contra affair. What ended up happening was that “for five months, Nichols devoted himself to the contra cause while drawing a state salary, until the Associated Press discovered he had taken his politics to work. In September 1988 the AP reported that since coming to ADFA, Nichols had placed 642 long-distance telephone calls, at state expense, to Contra leaders and politicians who supported them. “ 3. Due to all this, Bill had to fire Nichols. “Although Clinton was traveling abroad on a trade mission when the phone-call story broke, Betsey Wright made sure he learned about it immediately: “I woke him up in Asia in the middle of the night and told him to fire Nichols.” The next day state officials forced Nichols to resign. This part is important: he left protesting his innocence and complaining about the “knee-jerk liberal reaction from Governor Clinton.”
Gennifer Flowers So what does Nichols have to do with the Flowers scandal? It seems as though everything. He had the motive and revenge seeking after being fired and humiliated. Fast facts: 1. Larry Nichols called a press conference at the Arkansas state capitol on October 1990. He handed out copies go a $3million libel lawsuit against Bill Clinton. He complained that he had been wrongly fired from his state job as a “scapegoat” in order to conceal the “the largest scandal ever perpetrated on the taxpayers of Arkansas.” Nichols accused Governor Clinton of having misused ADFA funds for “improper purposes.” Nichols also presented a list of 5 alleged Clinton mistresses upon whom those funds had supposedly been spent. 2. Among the women listed was Gennifer Flowers. This is important as well: Flowers turned out to be the only one of the five women who Nichols knew personally. The two had recorded advertising jingles together and still used the same booking agent. And there was one more interesting coincidence: In early October, about two weeks before Nichols’s press conference, Gennifer Flowers had called the governor’s office seeking help in finding a state job.
Now a bit more of a profile on Gennifer Flowers herself: Musicians and club owners who had worked with Flowrs described her as manipulative and dishonest. Her resume falsely proclaimed her to be graduate of a fashionable Dallas Prep school she’d never attended. It also listed a University of Arkansas nursing degree she’d never earned and membership in a sorority that had never heard of her. Her agent told the Democrat-Gazette that contrary to her claims, Flowers had never opened for comedian Rich Little. A brief gig on the Hee Haw television program had come to a bad end, the agent would later confirm, when Flowers simply vanished for a couple of weeks with a man she’s met in a Las Vegas casino-and then concocted a tale of having been kidnapped. She had never been Miss Teenage America. Even her “twin sister Genevieve” turned out to be purely a figment of Flower’s imagination.
Given all this so far it is easy to conclude that the Gennifer Flowers scandal was one incited by revenge for Nichols and fame for Flowers. But what about the tapes you may ask? There are holes in that “evidence” as well.
The Tapes: It is important to note that each of the four taped conversations between Bill Clinton and Flowers revolved around the same topics: Larry Nichol’s accusation’s and Flower’s supposed fear and loathing of the tabloid press.
Now here are some quotes between Bill and Flowers that poke more holes in her claims of having a twelve year affair:
“Gennifer,” he said, “It’s Bill Clinton.” His voice was muffled and for a longtime lover, oddly formal. Flowers remarked that he didn’t sound like himself. Did he have a cold? “Oh it’s just my….every year about this time I.. My sinuses go bananas.” Bill’s allergies affect him every spring and fall. His voice gets hoarse and his nose swells and reddens. Anyone intimate with him for more than a decade, as Flowers insisted she had been, might be expected to know that.
Once again she launched into a tale of woe. Parties unknown, she said, had broken into her apartment and rifled the place. “There wasn’t any sign of a break-in,” she explained,” but the drawers and things. There wasn’t anything missing that I can tell, but somebody had…” “Somebody had gone through your stuff?’ Bill asked. “But they didn’t steal anything. “ “No..I had jewelry here, and everything was still here.” This is possibly why Flowers never reported the any break-in to the Little Rock Police Department. Years later, she would pin the rap for this alleged burglary on Bill Clinton himself. It is also important to note that at no point on any of Flower’s tapes did Bill Clinton say anything that indicated a long-term sexual relationship with her. During one of their earlier talks, Clinton had told her about his joking response to Bill Simmons, a Little Rock AP reporter who had read him the bimbo list over the phone.” I said, ‘God Bill, I kinda hate to deny it. They’re all beautiful women.’ I told you a couple of years agowhen I came to see you that I’d retired. Now I’m glad I have, because they (his Republican enemies) have scoured the waterfront. And they couldn’t find anything.” This quote you just read is the full quote. Often times on Youtube channels, they will cut the audio at the end of the ‘they’re all beautiful women part.’
Most probable relationship of Bill and Flowers affair: 1. The account that probably came closest to the truth was a column by the Democrat-Gazette’s John Brummet, a respected political analyst and frequent Clinton critic. His sources said Flowers had mentioned to friends fifteen years earlier that she was “having a fling with Clinton,” but “they say they heard nothing from her after 1979 about a relationship with Clinton and were surprised and skeptical upon reading her assertion in Star magazine of a twelve year affair that only ended in 1989. “They are also dubious about her assertion that she was in love with Clinton all those years, dreaming of marriage. They say that she had other relationships in Dallas and Little Rock during that time.. They speculate that she doesn’t like men generally and probably enjoys using them. Their instinctive reaction to the Star article is that her vivid, detailed account probably contains truth, exaggeration and fabrication, not necessarily in equal parts.”
2. Her ex-room mate Lauren Kirk told CNN corespondent Art Harris, that she believed Flowers had lied for revenge and money. “She just can’t accept the fact that he (Clinton) came, wiped himself off, zipped up and left.”
Concluding: If Bill and Flowers did have an affair it was the typical affair of a few sexual encounters but not a twelve year or loving relationship.
Aftermath: On the morning of the Clinton’s 60 minutes appearance, a very curious item appeared on the front page of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Larry Nichols announced that he was dropping the liberal suit trumpeted in the Star only a week earlier. “The feud is over,” he said. “I want to tell everybody what I did to try to destroy Governor Clinton.” In a one-page statement distributed to the Little Rock press, Nichols claimed that his only motive had been to avenge his wrongful firing four years earlier. “The media has made a circus out of this thing and now it’s gone way too far,” he wrote. “When the Star article first came out, several women called asking if I was willing to pay them to say they had an affair with Bill Clinton.”
Honorable mentions: 1.Gennifer Flowers once boasted about the many married men she’d seduce for fun and profit: “I usually throw them back. I don’t want to keep then. Let the wives have them back.” 2. The agreement between Flowers and the Star stipulated that no one would ever be allowed to examine her original tapes. 3. Flowers never produced a single photograph, valentine, or birthday card as evidence of her twelve-year affair with Clinton; no witness ever came forward who had seen them together. 4. Flowers had claimed that between 1978 and 1980, she and Bill had enjoyed many trysts in Little Rock’s Excelsior Hotel. The Excelsior Hotel wasn’t built until 1983.
If you read this all the way through thank you and I hoped it shed more light on the Flowers scandal as it did for me. This and my future posts for this text post series will be found under the hashtag:proofofarightwingconspiracy.
This kind of a fuck Customers AND Coworkers AND Managers. But mostly fuck Coworkers and Managers, the customers don’t help matters, but it’s not ENTIRELY their fault. (Except the one lady who asked me where the bathrooms were while standing between the doors…. That lady was just….UGH. it was all I could do not to say “Can I direct your dumbass BEHIND YOU?” )
I work in a restaurant kitchen as a pantry cook. I hired in as a dishwasher then a pantry cook quit and another took 2 months off for surgery and recovery, so the Chef moved me over since at the time we had an abundance of dishwashers, but a serious lack of pantry cooks. So I got trained in a very “here’s what I need, figure out how to do it in 3 minutes” fashion. I’ve been in Pantry now for roughly 6.5 months, and I’ve gotten on pretty well. I know my entire section of the menu, and the only time I really have slip ups anymore is when we first start the new specials at the beginning of each month. Or when I have 30 tickets and the servers are STILL ringing in more when we’ve told them to put everything on a 20-30 minute wait so we can dig ourselves out of the weeds. We’ve only had maybe 5 tables actually get up and leave since I started working pantry and only 1 was my fault. And even then it really wasn’t. I was completely by myself, working all of pantry with absolutely no help as the cook who’d taken a off for surgery came back for 2 weeks then just….stopped showing up, and the other pantry cook was moved to saute. I can only work so fast.
I spent 3 months working the station by myself with only one scheduled day off a week, and 6 weeks of that 3 months I didn’t get a day off at all. I never complained once, even when I found out the owner is an arse and doesn’t pay time and a half for overtime. I was still making half decent money, and I NEEDED the job, so I dealt with it.
About a month ago they rehired an employee to give me help at night. She happens to be my station leads brothers wife’s best friend. So she gets 2 scheduled days off a week, plus more often than not just doesn’t show up on Mondays. Doesn’t call in either.
Whatever, at least it’s something. Except her days off? 2 of our busiest days of the week. So I still have to work those by myself, and then on the weekends she makes a point of coming in 3 hours early so she gets to leave before we close, leaving me to take on the heaviest part of the night by myself AND have to do closing cleanup and prep alone. Again, whatever.
But what’s getting to me finally?
I got EXTREMELY sick on Sunday, so much so I got sent home early cos I was literally RUNNING off my line to make it outside before I got sick ON the line and we had to shut down to clean everything. Today [Monday] I spent all day alternating between trying to sleep while running a high fever and hugging my toilet. So my roommate, who works days at the same restaurant, called in and talked to Chef, who told them I was NOT to come in tonight. My roommate, being the awesome person they are, went BACK in to help set up for the evening parties we had so they wouldn’t be shortstaffed. Not 5 minutes after he left after telling me I was NOT to go in tonight, my Chef called and bitched me out about not coming in, cos I was leaving him shortstaffed, and now HE had to go in on HIS only day off, and now we need to sit and have a talk my next work day. Like I purposefully got sick to cut him short on cooks or something. Even tho, in all likelihood, the reason I’m so sick right now is cos they can’t keep workers for shit [in 3 months we’ve gone through 12 dishwashers, a char cook, a saute cook, a pantry cook, and our lead saute is leaving at the end of July after working there 11 years cos he’s sick of the bullshit] so those workers who, like me, can’t AFFORD to just leave get worked to the bone and burned out until they CAN’T work anymore.
My body can’t TAKE the 112 degree heat of the line constantly anymore. And they don’t pay me anywhere near enough to force myself to go in when I’m puking every 30 minutes like clockwork.
And to add insult to injury, my Chef called me again, I pretended I was sleeping and let it go to voicemail….he wants me to come in tomorrow, my ONE scheduled day off, cos I took today off. Except, I didn’t take it off. It’s not like I asked to be called off cos I’m gadding about town having a lark. I was TOLD not to come in cos I’m puking. I’ve spent my day curled up on the couch, in 4 layers of clothing AND a blanket, bouncing between being freezing cold and sweating like a stuffed pig, trying not to puke on the carpet…. or the dog who has insisted on laying on the floor directly in front of me all day.
I love a lot of the people I work with, I’d miss them so much, and I love getting to work with food, but I am SO CLOSE to putting my 2 weeks in…. Y'know, assuming I don’t get fired for not working tomorrow when I’m not scheduled to.
This is more of a historical question than strictly about ASOIAF--since the people of Westeros aren't interested in higher learning outside of the Citadel's--but I recently found out that feudal rulers would grant charters to form Universities in medieval times. What would such a charter typically entail? Since I know you've talked about city and town charters before, I figured you'd be the guy to ask.
So here’s how university charters worked (and incidentally, they could be Royal, Imperial, or Papal): an organization that met certain criteria* would be granted a charter that offered three key privileges known as the “studium generale” following their introduction at Salerno, the first degree-granting institution in Europe (hotly debated):
The “jus ubique docendi” meant that a master who had been educated at and then registered by the Guild of Masters of the University could teach anywhere without going through an examination to prove their bona fides, whereas all universities with this right would examine all teachers who didn’t have this privilege. (Reminds me vaguely of Harvard’s attitude to Harvard PhDs vs. non-Harvard PhDs…) Originally, this privilege belonged only to the Universities of Salerno, Bologna, and Paris, but it spread elsewhere thanks to Pope Gregory IX’s sponsorship of the University of Toulouse, and then the Holy Roman Emperor doing the same for the University of Naples just to show the Pope that he wasn’t in charge.
An exemption (granted by Pope Honorius III) from the residency requirements of benefices, as set down in canon law. See, at this time pretty much all university positions were also religious positions, so becoming a teacher meant becoming a priest. However, because professors weren’t usually paid well, you needed a benefice (i.e, a piece of church property, usually tied to a church or monestary or cathedral) to give you a (usually tax-free) income stream. However, professors have always been more interested in research and teaching than pastoral commitments, so the exemption meant that you could stay in your cosy university post and not have to do pastoral work among the riff-raff.
The major source of “town and gown” conflict since at least the 13th century, a “studium generale” university would be granted the “privileges of Paris,” which gave them autonomy from local civil or diocesal authorities. This means the universities didn’t pay taxes, it meant that students were immune from local law enforcement (beginning the long tradition of students getting drunk and rowdy and trashing some place in town and then running like hell for the campus dorms which are off-limits to town police) and the university had its own judicial system, and it meant that the university wasn’t under the direct control of the local bishop. This last part became incredibly important when it came to the Protestant Reformation, because it meant that there wasn’t a censor of printed materials, people could debate theology openly without being arrested for heresy, and so on. There’s a reason why almost all of the major Protestant figures all came out of the university systems of Europe…because the ones who didn’t often got burned at the stake.
* In order to qualify for the charter, a university had to meet certain criteria:
First, it had to have a “universal” student body, open to students from all nations. (This is especially ironic given how universities are being pressured on foreign and out-of-state students) Student organizations were organized by nationality and sub-nationality, and originally were the main financial organization that hired and paid for teachers - anyone complaining about entitled students trying to run the university should count themselves lucky!
Second, the university had to teach more than just the Seven Liberal Arts (grammar, logic, rhetoric, arithmetic, geometry, music, and astronomy formed the Trivium and Quadrivium respectively). There had to be a faculty of either Law, Theology, or Medicine, showing that even in the Middle Ages the liberal arts are still not treated equally with the law schools and the medical schools (the schools of theology have lost a lot of their influence these days). Eventually, there would be pressure from the students, starting in the Renasisance, to add the Humanities (history, greek, moral philosophy, and poetry) to the curriculum.
Third, a major part of the teaching had to be done by Masters, i.e a teacher graduated from one of the “studium generale” who held not only a bachelor’s degree but also a masters in a given field. Goes to show that even in the Middle Ages, we see boundary-setting fights about credentialism, specialization, and the quality of instruction.