Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“Ughh” Jin grunts, as
he dumps the heavy bagged object on
the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his
youngest brother dropped another bag.
“Does it not bother
you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as
he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was
clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest
Jin, honestly didn’t
know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing
their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some
reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.
He let out a frustrated
sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to
get used to it.”
“Used to this? H-how
can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.
“Jungkook, it’s out of
our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”
“How could you even
refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he
did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.
Jin was losing his
composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being,
who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to
accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except
Jungkook. He was different from the rest.
This is a partial documentation at best; nevertheless, I’d like to share what some casual research has yielded for possible points of inspiration for Bloodborne’s environmental concept artists.
Probably the most inarguable association I’ve found so far. You can see at least a couple of buildings around Central Yharnam modeled on the one depicted in the concept art. Below that is a photo of the Richardson Olmstead Complex. Despite all of the alterations the Bloodborne version makes, the building’s general shape has been preserved, and the towers are unmistakably indebted.
Above is the bridge that links the Upper Cathedral Ward’s manor to the Lumenflower Gardens; below is a painting of the Rialto Bridge. You can find photos of it, but I thought this moonlit picture was especially complementary. Perhaps the largest difference here is the portico; Bloodborne’s moves away from a rusticated single-arched design to one that is tripartite but still vaguely Italian, with a scrolled pediment and allusion to Venetian windows. Thanks go to Richard Pilbeam for providing the screenshot (and several more).
Here’s where the associations become largely a matter of style or hopeful guesswork. Above you see the triumphal archway that leads to your encounter with the Cleric Beast; and below is Philadelphia City Hall. I’m not saying that the latter explicitly informed the former – just that the arch has the general look of Second Empire designs, and that City Hall’s facade was a convenient comparative point. What throws me off the most about the main (seemingly broken) pediment for Bloodborne’s arch is that all of it is shallow relief sculpture; the tympanum, very unusually, has next to no recession. Makes me wonder if the designers copied a design and didn’t bother volumizing it.
We’re more or less going on silhouettes now. The screenshot is a view from, I believe, the cliffside close to the Cathedral District; the two photos are both of Prague churches, the first St. Vitus Cathedral and the second Church of Our Lady before Týn. What I’m paying attention to here are the towers’ tops. Compare St. Vitus’ main tower’s twin-cupola dome to the building in the lower-left (not extreme left), also sporting miniature onion domes on the corners. And compare Týn Church’s agglomerated spires with that of the closest structure in the screenshot. Again, guesswork, but it‘s the best I can do for now.
This is nothing but a formal comparison. You might think that the rotund structure on the left with arched windows and conical roof set against a gabled wall is an arbitrary design, but it’s in fact the standard design for the exteriors of Romanesque churches’ apses. The photographed church is San Piero a Grado. Bloodborne’s variant is merely taller, turning the form into more of a tower.
And we’re ending on another formal comparison. The screenshot shows a scene from the lower stretches of Old Yharnam, while the photograph shows a gabled side of St. Marien Church in Greifswald. Emphases here are on the steep and significant roofs whose gables are lined with elongated, pointed-arch windows – or blind niches containing actual windows here and there – with angular mock turrets interrupting the gables’ sloping roofline. This is a generally Geman and Flemish type of design and interpretation of Gothic principles; you won’t find it in, say, Italy or England during concurrent periods.
Over the past two years, I’ve lived in six cities in two states — Arizona, New York — and the District of Columbia. And one of the first things I always notice about each new place is the street harassment.
Manhattan and Brooklyn were rough. During my first week of work in Manhattan, a tall man in a coat said “good morning, baby” to me as he masturbated. Calls of “hey baby” were almost as common as “good morning.” In Phoenix, I got harassed in my car during rush hour gridlock with honks, “heys” and sexually explicit gestures. And during my first month interning with NPR in Washington, D.C., I was honked at, leered at, “hey baby'ed” and, once, even followed to work.
I added in District 13 so that they can each be from a different District. Instead of two people being picked per District, I changed it to one.
S.Coups District: 2 – Masonry Weapon/Ability: Strength Death: 10th to die Cause of Death: Betrayed by Jeonghan About: - Oldest Tribute. - Was the strongest opponent, so everyone knew to stay away from him. - Didn’t know which plants were edible, and so survived on meats instead. When he couldn’t find anything to eat, he was spoiled by Sponsors. - Formed an alliance with Jeonghan to kill Woozi. - Betrayed by Jeonghan who set up a trap and stabbed him.
Jeonghan District: 1 – Luxury Weapon/Ability: Spear (Woozi’s), Trickery Death: 12th to die Cause of Death: Lost the final battle against Woozi About: - Formed an alliance with Dino. - Wanted him to win the Games. He was planning for the two of them to make it to the final round, and then let Dino win by killing himself. - When Dino was killed by Woozi, Jeonghan sought revenge on him. He promised himself to win for Dino. - He took Woozi’s spear, vowing to kill him with his very own weapon. - Killed or betrayed anyone in his way to avenge Dino. - Unfortunately lost the final battle. - His death is considered one of the saddest in Hunger Games history due to not being able to keep his promise to Dino.
Joshua District: 9 – Grain Weapon/Ability: Survival and Treatment Skills Death: 1st to die Cause of Death: Cornucopia Bloodbath About: - Everyone knew he was done for when his name got picked. - Too kind to kill anyone, so he was planning on just letting them all battle while he hid. - Tried to grab a backpack at the Cornucopia, but was stabbed by Woozi. - Probably would’ve gotten far in the Games if he survived the Bloodbath due to his skills.
Jun District: 4 – Fishing Weapon/Ability: Spear, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Identifying Edible Plants Death: 9th to die Cause of Death: Killed by Jeonghan About: - Always had food because he was experienced in fishing thanks to his job at the District. - Was able to make a full meal with anything he found in the forest. - Everyone thought he was going to win because of his skills. - Noticed The8 following him around, and pretended he didn’t know. Silently slipped out of view and attacked him from behind. - Won in the battle against The8, who was already badly injured after the first blow. - Killed by Jeonghan when he accidentally tripped and destroyed Dino’s grave. Jeonghan showed no mercy.
Hoshi District: 6 – Transportation Weapon/Ability: Knives, Climbing Death: 5th to die Cause of Death: Tracker Jackers About: - Hid in the trees. - Waved and made funny faces at the cameras, earning him gifts from Sponsors. - Once ate a poisonous plant that slowly made his insides burn, but was sent antidote. Clearly a Capitol favorite. - Died because he jumped onto a branch that had a Tracker Jackers nest he didn’t see. - His leg got caught between two branches and he was left hanging upside-down while the Tracker Jackers stung him to death.
Wonwoo District: 13 – Nuclear Weaponry Weapon/Ability: Crossbow, Hiding Death: 8th to die Cause of Death: Killed by Jeonghan About: - A bag of luck. - Wanted to form an alliance with Mingyu, who knew how to identify edible plants. When he died at the Cornucopia, he was left to guess on his own. - Somehow guessed right for all the edible plants. - Was able to blend in with the environment, and found great hiding places. - Was injured by a fireball the Gamemakers threw at him. Didn’t have any Sponsors sending him medication, and so didn’t put up a fight when he ran into Jeonghan.
Woozi District: 3 – Technology Weapon/Ability: Spear (formerly), Sword (presently), Strategy Death: x Cause of Death: x About: - Victor/Winner of the Games. - Faked looking weak in the Training Centre, and then showed his true potential in the Arena. - Incredibly intelligent. Can make up a whole plan within ten seconds of observing his surroundings. - Set up a trap for animals, but Dino got trapped in it instead. Decided to stab him, and in front of Jeonghan. - Wasn’t caught or killed because Jeonghan didn’t have a weapon at that time. - Got his spear taken by Jeonghan, and so found his way back to the Cornucopia to get a new weapon. Decided on a sword. - Discovered that when you throw something at the invisible force field, it makes a boomerang effect. - During the final battle, he launched his sword at Jeonghan and purposely missed. The sword hit the force field, then came flying back and stabbed Jeonghan’s back.
DK District: 5 – Power Weapon/Ability: Traps Death: 2nd to die Cause of Death: Cornucopia Bloodbath About: - A bundle of sunshine. - Stole the hearts of Sponsors during his interview. Admired for being able to smile despite being in such a terrible situation. - Specialized in making traps, would’ve been able to find many things to eat in the Arena if he survived the Bloodbath. - Panicked and reacted late when the gong resounded. While trying to run towards the forest, he was shot with Wonwoo’s crossbow, who accidentally fired it when rushing to grab it.
Mingyu District: 12 – Mining Weapon/Ability: Identifying Edible Plants Death: 3rd to die Cause of Death: Cornucopia Bloodbath About: - Loved by the Capitol for being so charming and handsome. - Ate anything served at the Capitol while promoting. - Food and water were his top priorities for the Games. He memorized all the edible plants and berries, and planned to find a stream of water right away. - Had Sponsors lined up to send him things. - They unfortunately never got to send him anything because he died at the Bloodbath. Got confused and terrified at the Arena, and died by turning a corner and accidentally running into Jun’s spear.
The8 District: 11 – Agriculture Weapon/Ability: Staff, Wushu Death: 6th to die Cause of Death: Killed by Jun About: - Skilled at martial arts, made sure to show this to the other Tributes in the Training Centre. - Was sent many things by Sponsors because of his cute interview before the Games. - Always found a clean stream of water, but was too scared to eat any plants in fear of getting poisoned. - Knew Jun could hunt and identify edible plants, and so followed him around while stealing his food every now and then. - Got caught by Jun and put up a fair fight, but his injury prevented him from attacking properly. - Fainted in the middle of the fight due to blood loss, and Jun finished him off.
Seungkwan District: 8 – Textiles Weapon/Ability: Bow & Arrow, Tactics Death: 11th to die Cause of Death: Killed by Jeonghan About: - Adored by the Capitol due to his variety skills, and everyone was rooting for him to win. - Got really far into the Games because of his Sponsors. - Was able to stay out of everyone’s radar, and stole their food without them knowing. - Didn’t kill anyone. Used his bow and arrow for hunting instead of killing. - Whistled with the mockingjays for the watchers’ entertainment. - Was caught for the first time trying to steal Jeonghan’s food. He tried to attack with his bow and arrow, but missed him and got stabbed in the heart with his spear.
Vernon District: 10 – Livestock Weapon/Ability: Bow & Arrow Death: 4th to die Cause of Death: Mistook Nightlock for berries About: - Volunteered to save his little sister. - Pinpoint precision with his bow and arrow. Shot animals right in the eye. - A quiet Tribute who mostly kept to himself to avoid confrontation. - Wanted to win the Games for his little sister, but made a foolish mistake by mistaking Nightlock for berries because he was starving.
Dino District: 7 – Lumber Weapon/Ability: Slingshot, Speed Death: 7th to die Cause of Death: Killed by Woozi About: - Youngest Tribute. - Luckily found a slingshot in the backpack he managed to get at the Cornucopia. Had really good aim, and was able to shoot down birds with a rock. - Formed an alliance with Jeonghan. - Considered him his older brother, and to a certain extent, his mother. - Died in Jeonghan’s arms.
Having a best friend that also was the captain of the basketball team definitely had its perks. You’d always have a front row seat saved for you at every game, and because Shawn didn’t have a girlfriend, you were the person he’d ask to wear his jersey around school on game days. This usually left many girls at your school envious, but you were grateful to be walking around campus with your best friend’s last name on your back. It was a nice feeling knowing that between all of the girls that threw themselves at Shawn and his other friends, you were that one that he asked to be wearing his number and name.
The game tonight would be a big match-up for your school, North High, as the basketball team would be playing your long time rival, West Bay Academy. It was often a game that was packed especially since it was a home game for North High School, and it was a game you didn’t wanna miss. What brought the match-up even more hype was how this game would determine who moved on to regionals since both the North High and West Bay basketball teams were undefeated.
The game has been the only thing Shawn has talked about since last season when the team came short and lost by just two points. It also didn’t help that he already had some beef with West Bay’s team captain, Nathan Martin, which was another reason why he wanted to win so bad. He’s only brought up Nathan once, but that was enough for you to know that he didn’t like the boy. Your childhood bestfriend never told you why he hated him so much, but you knew it’s been another motive and reason for Shawn to win this game. Ever since then, he’s been on the court from dusk to dawn training and perfecting his shots and skill. Both being seniors, you understood how much Shawn wanted this win under his belt before graduating from North High as his excitement soon became yours aswell. It concerned you how often he was working out, but you knew how much he wanted to take this win for the school and himself.
You took your seat in the blue stand as students wearing blue and black, your school colors, started flooding the room. Soon enough, the gym was crowded with people from both North High and West Bay, meaning the game would start any minute.
Right as that though occurred, the cheerleaders ran across the court and did their usual mini routine before your principal at the microphone introduced the teams. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you saw Shawn run out of the locker room doors. You could already see the concentration and hunger in his usually bright, topaz eyes. Bringing yourself to your feet, you cheered loudly for Shawn as they introduced him as a part of the team’s starting five. His eyes searched for you in the crowd until his eyes met yours. Winking at you before turning his attention back on the refs, you were left with a creeping pink blush.
You weren’t gonna deny it when it came to your best friend; Shawn was definitely good-looking and had a smile that would send any person into the sky. He knew all of the right words to flatter someone, and he knew how to treat people. He was charming all around, making it no mystery why so many girls craved to be acknowledged by him. Admittedly, you had a major crush on him in your sophomore year and many grades leading up to that, but you quickly pushed away the thought and possibility of ruining a great friendship between the two of you. The two of you have known each other since the 2nd grade and you didn’t want to put that on the line. Embarrassingly enough, you still might’ve had a small crush on him, but luckily it was tiny enough to be able to push to the side. Shawn never showed any signs of being interested in you – not like you were his type anyways. He always seemed to go for the more outgoing and loud girls, someone who’d balance out his just as chirpy personality.
All while reevaluating your feelings for Shawn, all 10 players on the court circled around the center of the floor for the jump. The suspense was already thickening at the air, the crowd silent as the referee tossed the ball into the air. You clapped as the ball was passed to Shawn, who was already making his way through the tall defenders. He hastily yet smoothly dribbled up to the three-point line to shoot, exactly how you’d seen him do behind closed doors in practice a million times. As the net made the sound of a ‘swish’ you and the crowd went wild.
All in the same minute, a player from the opposing team went in for the layup successfully, making the score an already tight 3-2, with Shawn’s team leading. This was going to be a game for the books.
By halftime, North High was winning with a comfortable yet high 73-56 on the scoreboard. Shawn had already dropped 24 of those points, and you couldn’t be any happier for your best friend. All of his hard work was finally being showcased in front of everyone tonight, and by the look on his face, you knew Shawn was thinking the same. He was definitely humble about his talents, but always appreciated the praise that came from the rowdy student crowd.
When the referee blew the whistle indicating the third quarter would be starting in a matter of seconds, a wink that was sent your way caught your eye. It wasn’t the familiar silly type of wink that belonged to Shawn, but it was from a player on West Bay’s team. You didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t stop you from blushing for the second time tonight. You looked away to cover the rising red hue coming to your face but as you looked up, the unknown player was still looking at you, adorned with his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but you brushed it off your shoulder suspecting that the gesture probably wasn’t even meant for you.
Your cue to snap out of your daydreams came when the crowd roared again, telling you that someone had scored. The score moved up to 75-56, meaning North High just got another two points. Looking around for who might’ve gotten those points, your questions were answered when you heard the gym chant Shawn’s name. Before you had any more time to ponder, Shawn stole the ball from the other team, sprinting down the court with the ball dribbling in his right hand. His arms and legs flexed as he worked on taking the ball down the court. You couldn’t help but stare at his back muscles stiffly flexing through the thin material of his jersey. Shawn slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was there to stop him. Leaping, he went in for the dunk, making it. Rising to your feet alongside the rest of your school, you cheered for Shawn and the dunk. At least his long noodle legs were finally good for something you giggled to yourself.
This night couldn’t have gotten any better for Shawn. Not only had he scored over a third of North High’s points for tonight, but it looked like the win would be going to him and his team tonight. You could see the passion and excitement shine through him as he ran down the court with a grin.
By the time there was only ten seconds remaining in the last quarter, you checked the score to see it be 103-89. You knew that there was no way West Bay would be able to catch up by now, and ran down the court to congratulate Shawn and the team once the timer drained and the sound of buzzer consumed the whole gym.
He immediately brought you in for a hug as soon as you tapped his shoulder.
“Hey watch it, you’re sweaty and smelly,” You teased at your best friend.
“Oh shut it, Y/N. Don’t kill my vibe,” Shawn laughed back. He was still energetic from the adrenaline of the game, his arms shaking off the nerves that he usually gathered from any match.
“I’m so proud of you. You kicked some butt out there,” You said, hugging Shawn tighter.
The two of you hugged for who knows how long before he was forced to let go by his waiting team. They all lined up near the microphone and huddled around the coach and principal. Some were even making their own circle around Shawn who without a doubt, had been the star player tonight.
“Everyone congratulate your new district champs! They will be moving on to regionals in two weeks!” Your principal enthusiastically shouted through the mic. If the gym wasn’t already loud with school pride, it definitely was now. The trophy was handed to Shawn as he raised it towards the ceiling, marking your school’s basketball team as the new champions. A year’s worth of hard work payed off, and you were more than glad to witness the important night for your bestfriend and school.
After all was said and done, Shawn headed back to the locker room with his team to freshen up before the two of you would go out for a celebratory dinner. It was a tradition for the two of you to always go to the diner a few minutes away from the school to celebrate a win. Shawn even ditched the rest of his team to go, and even though you insisted to raincheck on the dinner, he wouldn’t budge. You loved how he always out your friendship in front of everything else, and it almost made you feel selfish for taking him away from his team especially on this special night.
While you were waiting in the stands watching the court and gym clear out, the same person who winked at you earlier seemed to be approaching and waving at you. Looking around to see if he was trying to grab someone else’s attention you were the only person in your stand’s area to your dismay. Telling yourself to calm down and to just be yourself, you shot him a smile in return.
The boy had straight brown hair – slightly lighter than Shawn’s – and the brightest blue eyes. Similar to your best friend, he was sweaty and looked just as tired from just playing the intense game that just took place moments ago.
You mentally slapped yourself for probably staring too long, but he was definitely cute. Okay, he was hot.
He stopped just a few feet away from you before he introduced himself. “Hey, I’m know that we don’t know each other, but I’d like that to change,” he said while scratching the back of his head. “I saw you from the stands and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” The boy said to you as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, and I promise I don’t go doing this to every girl I see at games,” He explained as if he was just reading your thoughts.
You giggled and took your chance, “Well, I’d love to get to know you too. You’re from West Bay?” You ask, trying to carry on the conversation. Immediately, you realize how dumb you sounded. He’s wearing a West Bay jersey, and just played in the game, what do you think, idiot?
He didn’t point out your stupid question but instead nodded his head and laughed. “Yep! I’m Nate, by the way,” He stuck out his hand and you shook it.
“Y/N,” You introduced yourself. The name ‘Nate’ sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it.
“Oh, you did really good tonight, by the way,” You added for courtesy even though your eyes were only on Shawn the whole night.
“Thank you,” He laughed. “Although it’s a little hard to play well when you see a gorgeous girl in the stands,” He said as you covered your hot face. This boy knew what he was doing to you, and he didn’t need you to respond to know that his flirting had an effect on you.
“Anyways,” He snapped you out of your embarrassment, “Here’s my number. Maybe we can talk and hang out in the next week or two? I gotta go, but hopefully we’ll see each other very soon. Bye Y/N,” Nate said before giving you another smile and wink before walking towards the gym exit.
Taking the slip of paper that had his scribbled digits, you wave him goodbye. You probably looked crazy, staring off into no where, but your mind instantly brought you to the perfect date setting. Nate would be there, and the two of you would be laughing, learning about one another, and enjoying each other’s company.
Noticing that Shawn was heading out of the locker room, you ran over to him and gave the now freshened up boy a hug. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you did amazing tonight, Shawny. I’m so proud of my bestfriend!” You squealed. “And that dunk? Oh my gosh, I wish I got that on camera! What a way to end the season, huh?” You raved.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” He chuckled, reaching his hand over to your head to mess up your hair.
“You know I’d never miss one of your games,” You replied while wrapping an arm around his waist. It was like the perfect fit, especially since he was so much taller and bigger than you.
Shawn thanked you and draped his long arm over your shoulders. The two of you talked more about the game and future championships for a little before he stopped mid sentence to ask another question.
“What’s up with you?” Shawn continued walking over to the stands with you. “You’re red as a tomato and won’t stop laughing like an idiot. Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me it’s because of that boy you were talking to,” He giggles while lightly nudging your shoulder.
You don’t even try to lie to him.
“Oh crap, you saw that?” You chuckle to yourself before starting, “Okay, well, this guy who played on West Bay’s team came up to me and we just talked for a little,” You said, hoping that Shawn wouldn’t prod into the details any further.
“Hmm… are you sure that’s all that happened?” Shawn joked with a serious tone underlying in his question. He knew you were hiding something.
“Okay, okay, fine. He also gave me his number and might’ve maybe called me gorgeous. He asked to hang out soon, but I’m pretty sure he just said that to be nice,” You spill.
Shawn’s eyebrows perked up for a split second before he recovered. “Aww, my little Y/N is growing up and getting some,” He wiggled his thick eyebrows, as you groaned into his side. “What’s his name? Do you think he’s cute?” He always asked these type of questions when you talked about any guy you met.
You might’ve been excited, but that didn’t stop you from noticing that Shawn’s body had straightened and that he had a forced smile all while saying this. His flat tone was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t as ecstatic about Nate as you. Deciding that it was probably from how tired he was, you didn’t press on.
“I think he said it was Nate,” You answer, not completely sure. “He was pretty good looking, I guess.”
You wait for a reply from Shawn, but it never comes. Turning to your right to face him, his jaw is tightened and fists are clenched. As the two of you walk around the gym to greet everyone who came out to watch, you became aware of how Shawn lost the excitement he usually had after a win. His thank you’s sounded empty and conversations seemed rushed as if he didn’t want to be in the gym anymore.
“Shawn? Everything alright? You’re not gonna tell me how you think the game went? Not even about all those threes you made?” You ask worriedly. You tried mentioning the game’s highlights in hopes of getting a few words out of Shawn, but you found yourself receiving no answer from your childhood bestfriend.
Did you do something wrong? You’ve known him since the two of you were seven, but you’ve never seen this type of expression on his face. His usually chirpy and bright face was now traded with…anger? This was like the face he would make when he’d talk about beating West Bay, but almost even worse.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says through his teeth. Shawn’s fists were clenching around his car keys.
You were about to say something about dinner to lighten the mood, but you got cut off by Shawn.
“You said Nate was his name?” He questions while you nod in confirmation.
“Brown hair?” You nod.
“Nice smile?” You nod.
“Blue eyes?” You find yourself nodding again, confused. Did Shawn know Nate? You didn’t remember seeing anyone like Nate at last year’s game, but then again, it was a year ago.
“Fuckboy?” Shawn says, emphasizing this description from the others.
Taken aback for a minute, you stop in your tracks.
“Excuse me?” You question.
“Un-fucking-believable,” You catch Shawn muttering under his breath as he briskly walks away from you.
You get close enough to him to grab his arm and somewhat slow him down.
“What are you going on about Shawn? Do you know him?”
“Does the name Nathan Martin maybe lighten a damn light bulb in that head of yours?” Shawn snaps, and your eyes widen. No wonder why the name ‘Nate’ sounded so familiar, it must’ve been a nickname that he used of Nathan.
“Wait,” You pause, “You’re telling me that the Nate who just tried to hit on me,” You stop again, “Is the same very Nathan that you’ve had beef with for the last year? The same very person that you claim to hate?”
Your best friend nods, but never meets your stare. How did you not recognize the name the minute Nate introduced himself to you? You felt stupid, but didn’t understand why Shawn had to be so harsh. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He doesn’t like you and has never showed any interest in you. Maybe you were overthinking things, but you had your reasons.
Before you could say anything else, he’s already back to walking away from you. Figuring that it’d be best to not press him on until you guys were sitting in the car, you quietly trail behind the six foot boy. His footsteps are rushed, making it hard for you to keep up with him. You almost have to run to his car to make sure he wouldn’t drive off without you.
Once you click the seat belt of your passenger seat, you look over to look at Shawn’s face. His features are a little more relaxed, but he’s gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles are showing white. This was the last scenario you would’ve imagined to happen, especially after a win that Shawn has been going on about for the past year.
You wait for when you’re halfway to the restaurant to resume the conversation you and Shawn had in the gym.
“Shawn?” You speak barely above a whisper.
“Yes Y/N?” He sighs while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
“Why do you hate Nathan so much? Like I get that you were mad about the loss last year, but there has to be another reason. You can trust me, Shawn.” You coo.
Taking a deep breath, Shawn looks you in the eyes. “You really wanna know?” He asks, while you frantically nod your head ‘yes’.
He waits a few seconds before he begins. “Do you remember the girl I had a huge crush on at the beginning of junior year?”
A little hurt at the memory, you nod your head. You knew Shawn had a crush on a girl last year, but he never went into much detail on what happened between the two of them. You both considered each other your bestfriends, but when it came to dating, Shawn was always closed off about his romantic life. All you knew was that she went to West Bay and that they talked back and forth a lot. Not a day went by that Shawn wouldn’t mention how much he liked the girl, but one day it all stopped. When you tried to ask him what happened, he’d get upset and would try to change the subject.
“Well as you know, she went to West Bay and we had a thing. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same. We were exclusive, but not exclusive if that makes sense? We had a thing for each other, but it was nothing official.” He tried to explain the complicated relationship.
You gesture for him to go on with the story.
“We talked back and forth and even went on some dates for a few months before I finally decided to man up and ask her out one night. I was so nervous, but I just wanted to be able to call her mine. I was so head over heels for this girl, it was insane,” He closes his eyes at the stop light as if he were reminiscing.
“The night I was going to ask her out, I was going to decorate her room with balloons and flowers, and then ask her to be my girlfriend. Cliche, I know, but I didn’t know any better way. I texted her and when she told me she was out of the house and busy, I headed straight to her house where her mom let me in after I explained everything. When I got to her room, the lights were already on, but I didn’t think much of it until I heard some noise coming from behind the door. I know I should’ve knocked, but I stupidly opened the door to see Nathan Martin and the girl of my dreams at the time sucking off each other’s faces and practically naked. If I were to open the door any later, I’m pretty sure I would’ve walked in on a much worse scene,” Shawn paused for a minute and slowed into the parking lot of your favorite food spot.
To say the least, you were completely speechless. You didn’t know whether to hug him or tell him to drive you to the girl’s house so you could beat the living shit out of her. You were protective of your bestfriend, and tried to hold in your slight anger that was bubbling inside you.
“I-I’m so sorry, Shawn. No one should have to go through that,” You said while putting your hand on his. “She didn’t deserve you. It was her loss.”
“But wait, there’s more,” Your best friend says in a sarcastic tone. “When I confronted her, she told me that she was only using me as a rebound and a way to get Nate, her ex-boyfriend, back. She chose him over me and told me to leave. I don’t know if it was because I was so embarrassed or hurt, but I was crushed. I’m obviously way over it, but I remember being so upset over it that I didn’t leave my room for the next two weeks. After that day and the night of last year’s game, I wanted to whoop him and his stupid little West Bay team’s ass. Nathan stole what would’ve been my girl; he took away the girl I was crazy for,” He stopped talking to close his eyes. His face no longer showed anger or hate, but instead remorse and hurt. The diner’s bright sign lit up his now calm face, bringing the conversation to a more relaxed level.
You thought he was finished with his story until he opened his mouth again. “He did it once, and I guess he’s about to do it again,” Shawn sighed.
Did you hear that right? What did he mean that Nathan would do it again? Did Shawn like someone that he didn’t tell you about? Not gonna lie, you were slightly hurt that you best friend of almost ten years wouldn’t tell you about his crush, but you decided to put him before yourself.
“What do you mean someone else, Shawn? Who?” You were dreading the answer.
He laughs and you become even more afraid of his reply. “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N, do you seriously not get it?” You were taken aback, and almost felt stupid. Did Shawn have a thing with another girl while you were thinking that you might’ve just maybe, had a chance with him?
You open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted. “I like you. You’re just too damn oblivious to see it. I’m jealous and I feel so stupid for it, but I can treat you so much better than Nate could ever.”
Now, it was your turn to be quiet. You and Shawn were sitting in his car parked in front of the restaurant right after he just confessed his feelings for you. For what must’ve been the millionth time, you were speechless, dazed, and confused.
Shawn liked you? He liked you back? You’ve been waiting for this moment since 8th grade, but something felt wrong. Shawn was too good for you, it just felt too good to be true. As the butterflies in your stomach settle down, you try to find the right words to say, but didn’t even get the chance to speak before Shawn adds on.
“Actually, scratch that,” You could feel your heart beating through your chest when he said that. What was he trying to do? Was this just a sick prank?
“I love you Y/N.” He breathed.
You try to find you words, and after a few seconds, you muster up the words that you only imagined saying to Shawn in your dreams. “I l-like you t-” And before you could say anything else, his lips were latched to yours. His body leaned over the glove compartment to grab your face closer to his as you lace your fingers in his still damp curls. The heat between the two of you soon became one as there was no distinct space lying in between. It was a short kiss, but you’ve never felt any butterflies like this. You could no longer tell if this was real life or not, but if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.
“Please give us a chance Y/N. And if you just wanna be friends after all of this, I get it. I just can’t live knowing that I never tried. Nate doesn’t deserve you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this. I love you, Y/N. So, so much. So much more than that dick can. Can we just try?” Shawn rambled. You’d never think you’d live the day to be hearing those words from your bestfriend. It was like a scene out of a movie.
“Okay, let’s try it” You say, going in for another peck. You were surprised at how calm you were, but being around Shawn made everything feel so calm, so natural.
“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving,” You tease.
Shawn nodded his head, undoing his seatbelt of his jeep and running to the door of the diner to open it for you. He asked if he could hold your hand and of course, you obliged. You have held hands with Shawn before, but this time it was different. This time, there was feelings and meaning behind it. You felt on top of the world, and suddenly, your conversation with Nate just less than an hour before seemed much more insignificant.
“Who knew it’d take your enemy and jealously to get us here,” You joked as the two of you walked through the doors of the diner hand in hand.
JEALOUS + BESTFRIEND SHAWN IS HONESTLY THE BEST COMBO DON’T @ ME
Well I hadn’t, until this devious little ask came along.
sorry not sorry
Lance volunteers in his brother’s place, when his older brother - just two years older and in his last year of eligibility for the Reaping - gets picked instead. Lance takes one look at the heartbreak on his mother’s face, the bitter desperation on his father’s and his aunts’ and uncles’ and grandmother, and makes his decision. He’s up to the front too fast for anyone to stop him, and it doesn’t occur to him until later that maybe he hasn’t spared his family from heartbreak after all.
The other Tribute from District Twelve is a young girl, just turned twelve. No one volunteers for her.
Everything happens so fast. Lance gets a few brief minutes to say goodbye to his family - and to Hunk, who yells and shakes him and clings to Lance in a hug that only rivals the one Lance’s mom gives him.
“Stay alive,” Hunk begs him, yells, “You’d better stay alive, and you have to come back and tell me everything.”
“You’re gonna see it,” Lance points out, and winces after the words slip from his mouth.
“Don’t remind me,” Hunk groans, “But all the rest, Lance - what the countryside’s like? What the Capitol’s like? What the food is like? You have to come back and tell me. Promise? You have to.”
“I promise,” Lance says, “Assuming Keith doesn’t kill me.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Hunk says, as sharp as Lance has ever heard him. “He would never. He’s not going to be your mentor, anyway.”
“And our final tribute for district 8 is…” a deafening pause filled the air as every young woman in district 8 held their breath.
The courtyard went deadly silent for what felt like hours before the piercing scream of Jughead Jones broke through the air
“NO! NO! I VOLUNTEER PLEASE, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.”
He was being pulled away by guards, tugging him out of the courtyard as his baby sister was placed on stage next to a shivering little boy and a woman dressed extravagantly in colors that district 8 had never seen.
“Oh” the woman in the light purple wig tsked “how very valiant, unfortunately we already have our male tribute.” Her eyes were blank as she went back to congratulating the two terrified children on stage.
“No, please.” The dark haired boy sobbed, his eyes meeting his sisters, she was crying now as well, thick tear drops dripping from her eyes.
It was all over before it began, people went home to their families somberly, mothers held their children and cried, fathers released anxious breaths as Jughead lay desperately on the floor of his home, slamming his fist into the dusty hardwood.
“We have to say goodbye.” His mothers cold, distant voice spoke from above him, her purse on her shoulder as she kept her distance from his father and left the house . F.Ps eyes were red rimmed as he clutched Jugheads shoulder
“We have to be strong for her, we need to show her we believe in her.” He choked out.
Jughead whipped to face him
“She’ll die in the arena! You know that! She won’t make it a full day!” He yelled shakily.
“I know boy, I know.”
They arrived at the station and were instantly shuffled into a plain white room, jelly bean was sitting in the center looking smaller than ever. Jesus Christ she was only 9.
Her eyes met Jughead instantly and she leaped towards him, clinging to his body.
“I’m going to die.” She weeped.
Jughead caught his fathers eyes over jellybeans head and pulled away
“No you won’t, you’re going to live, you’re going to fight and you’re going to do everything you have to do to make it out of their alive. You are not leaving me alone with these looney tunes.” He made a silly face and Jellybean giggled through a sniffle.
“Okay Juggie.” The tiny brown haired girl looked up at him with watery blue eyes so desperate he had to look away.
After hugging her father as he whispered in her ear, Jugheads mother turned to her daughter.
“Don’t embarrass us, you’ll be on national television.” She turned quickly and left the room.
Jughead growled as F.P shook his head sadly.
“That’s all for visiting, out now.” A capitol guard grunted, shoving the two men out of the room as Jellybean waved sadly.
“We won’t ever see her again.” F.P whispered, watching as the train pulled away.
Jughead stared at his fathers profile
“You don’t know, she’s been known to surprise us.” He dropped a hand to his fathers arm and they both made their way home
“You never know.” The older man mumbled.
A week later everyone gathered in the popular food trading port, it was called Pops and it had the largest screen to watch the games.
“It’s just interviews today, she just has to be herself, she’s adorable. She can atleast win a few sponsors.” Veronica lodge, the mayors daughter gently pat Jugheads back as they took a seat.
Joaquin slid beside them
“I believe in her.” He grumbled.
Jughead took a deep breath and suddenly the screen was playing as his fingers dug into his seat
Let the games begin.
The tributes were interviewed, dressed exceptionally and dramatic representing their district. Second to last was his sister, she walked on screen beside the shivering little boy tribute and her smile was dazzling. Jughead bit back tears and allowed pride to fill his body, she was so strong. The dark black dress she wore was covered in hand painted flames. Coal.
His little sister, the girl on fire.
Caesar Flickerman proceeded to ask questions, multiple times speaking about how beautiful she was and how she was definitely the cutest little tribute they had ever seen.
“She’s working that angle, the woman sponsors will love her.” Veronica whispered beside him.
“Speaking of beautiful it appears you’ve made a friend in the training arena.” Caesar wiggled his eyebrows and Jellybean giggled.
“Let’s recap shall we.” The purple haired man gestured to the ginormous screen above his head.
Video filled the screen
Jellybean was sitting in the corner of the practice arena shivering as everyone chose their weapons, beating on each other and screaming. Suddenly a girl with long blonde hair and noticeably bright green eyes was leaning beside her
“It is a little scary isn’t it?” She asked the little girl. Jellybean nodded, pushing her long brown hair out of her face, eyes terrified. The blonde looked concerned
“My names Betty, what about you?” Her voice was sweet as honey and while he knew his sister should always be on her guard he felt as though she could trust this new friend.
“Jellybean” she shivered.
Betty sat beside her
“Well jellybean, as pretty as your hair is, it might get in the way. Do you mind?” She held up an elastic band and jellybean nodded curiously.
In under a minute Betty had twisted the long brown hair into an intricate braid that pulled the lose strands away from her face.
“Much better, now we can see your pretty face.” She tweaked her nose and smiled.
“You stay strong Jellybean.” And with that she was off to her own training.
The screen disappeared and Jellybean was back on screen, smiling fondly.
“That was very nice of her” Caesar cooed.
“She’s the greatest, she gives me all of her extra food, she says I have to keep up strength.”
Cesar’s eyes widened surprised, as the audience awwwwed
“Well I think that’s all for you Jellybean and Dilton, good luck to you both.”
They were shooed off stage and jughead could finally breathe.
“That’s a good thing” Joaquin spoke “she’s forming an alliance.
"I don’t know” Jughead mumbled skeptically, his eyes drawn to the screen as the same beautiful blonde appeared on the screen, her arm linked with the most good looking boy he had ever seen he heard Veronica physically gasp.
“Elizabeth Cooper and Finnick Odair District 4!”
He gestured to the two teenagers dressed in matching seashells and aqua. The ocean, beautiful.
“So we’ll start with you ms.cooper, you volunteered for your sister Polly? It was very noble.”
“My sister is pregnant, she would not have made it, I’ve been trained for this, we’ve been trained for this.” She glanced over at her partner and Jughead felt his stomach clench, was that jealousy? This was not the time to be jealous, those two were walking into their death.
“Yes of course, you two are careers?” Caesar asked
The boy named Finnick shook his head
“We were raised to be in the games, but we are not cruel or vicious, not like some others.” He was talking about Jason and Cheryl Blossom form district 2, they were wild and almost feral.
“Let’s take a look shall we.”
The screen flickered back to the practice arena, it showed Finnick expertly swinging a trident, it was terrifying. It turned to Betty who smiling widely at Finnick as she showed her own talent.
Six knives were tucked into her belt, quickly she had thrown them, hitting every single target in less than six seconds. The whole of Pops gasped, oh, so she was most definitely a career.
When the screen flicked back Finnick and Betty were smiling proudly.
“But that’s not all.” Ceasar waved frantically a the screen came back down.
Betty was Helping Jellybean into the tight training suit and the little girl was giggling as Betty made silly faces and Finnick ran in and began throwing handful of sugar cubes at the girls.
Jughead felt his heart ache, that was his little sister and she was laughing, this beautiful district 4 tribute had given Jellybean the chance to be a child for just a little longer.
Ceasar filled the screen again as he wiped fake tears from his eyes
“It’s beautiful how you’ve taken the little jellybean under the wing.”
Betty turned to the screen, a look of pure defiance in her eyes
“She’s just a little girl, with a family out there. She has an older brother my age and I want to tell him, she will be safe for as long as I can help it. I promise you.” The screen flicked back quickly, it wasn’t safe to divulge plans especially when they disagreed with the capital.
“That’s all for today folks! We’ll see you in the games. May the odds be ever in your favor!”
The screen went black and Jughead pulled his hands from the seat, his fingernails were bloody from digging so hard but his heart felt lighter.
Authorities are calling it “the most gruesome murder in Thailand history”, but the tragedy and shocking details of the crime itself have almost been buried under the baffling reaction of the public, the killers’ attitudes and the way the local media has covered the story.
Let’s start by the beginning. On May 25, 2017, the body of 23 year old Warisara Klinjui (in the first two pictures) was discovered in the Khao Suan Kwang district, in the northeast of Thailand. Not only had she been strangled and beaten, but her body had been cut in half with a saw and disposed in garbage bins. Warisara worked at a karaoke bar and had last been seen alive on May 23.
Police quickly identified the suspects as Preeyanuch “Preaw” Nonwangchai (24), Kawita “Earn” Ratchada (25) and Apiwan “Jae” Sattayabundit (28), three women who were soon dubbed “Murder Babes”. The three alleged killers escaped to Myanmar after the crime, but didn’t try too hard to hide. They were caught in CCTV shopping with colorful backpacks and found jobs in local bars.
The case caused a sensation in Thailand. Preaw in particular became some sort of twisted idol, and TV networks even went as far as to show footage found of her having phone sex with her boyfriend. People took advantage of the popularity and started selling merchandising with the women’s faces, copies of the infamous backpacks and even a keychain with a handsaw, as you can see above.
Eventually, the three women were caught and taken back to Thailand in mid July. The situation only got more controversial as the suspects were seen laughing and applying makeup before facing the cameras, taking pictures with police and even wearing face masks. No remorse at all and what many felt was a too lenient treatment by authorities. They confessed to killing Warisara, and explain that it had started with Preaw wanted to give her a lesson because Warisara had given police information about her drug dealing boyfriend. It had ended with her beating and strangling her, and after she was dead they’d stopped at a hardware store to buy the saw they used to dismember her.
As for the frenzy over the killers, in an interview with the Bangkok Post, Uajit Virojtrairat, director of the Foundation for Media Studies, explained: “There are a lot of people like Preaw out there and they see her as an idol now. Since she’s now being accepted by people as a hero instead of the lead suspect in a murder case, many people will try to be like her.”