Finals bruh, they wore me out. I have been so busy this week, I was so happy when I finally got a chance to sit down and work on this. Although now I get two weeks off to relax so all the hard work was worth it. Request is for Anon, I hope you enjoy!
You stand at your locker, continuing a conversation with your new lab partner about the ethics of genetic cloning when your best friend, Jungkook, walks up. He grabs your arm, trying to pull you along to lunch like he usually does, but you wave him off. You can practically feel him pouting at your back as you continue. You hear him huff as he walks away but choose to ignore it to focus on keeping this conversation going. Although you do feel a slight pang of guilt for brushing him off so easily.
You walk to your usual lunch table, sitting next to Jungkook in your usual place. This time though, his head is down as he eats. He doesn’t even look up as you sit down. You’ve known him long enough to know this meant he’s upset. You poke his arm to get his attention but he doesn’t look up.
“Oh, so you’re finally done talking to your boyfriend.” He says bitterly.
You are taken aback for a moment at his comment.
“What are you talking about?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.
He actually looks up at you at the question, meeting your eyes.
“That guy you blew me off for.” He answers, annoyance obvious in his voice.
“My lab partner? We were just having a very important conversation.” You explain to him, trying to act like it’s a normal day as you unpack your lunch.
“Whatever.” He says, going back to his food and back to ignoring you.
“Is little Jungkookie jealous?” You ask, pushing on his shoulder.
He doesn’t answer, continuing to pick at his food. You tat in silence, just staring at him for a few moments.. It wasn’t like him to get jealous easily. He’s never like this when you hang out with Jimin or Taehyung.
“Okay, maybe I am jealous!” He yells, breaking the silence suddenly.
He grabs his tray and starts to storm off. You follow close behind, determined to find out why he’s being so sensitive about this. You almost run to catch up with him as he walks out of the building.
“Jungkook, wait!” You yell after him, grabbing his arm.
He turns to look at you, irritation in his eyes.
“What? Do you want to mock the way I feel some more?” He shouts, breathing heavily.
“I just don’t know why you’re getting so upset about this!” You retort, getting worked up with him, “I hang out with other guys all the time.”
“You’ve never blown me off for any of them though.” He answers.
“It’s not like they’re replacing you! You’re still my best friend Jungkook.” You insist.
“Well maybe I don’t want to be your best friend anymore!” He yells.
You take a step back at his comment, instantly trying to figure out what that means as your heart drops to your stomach. You didn’t want to lose him over a stupid fight like this. You watch him sigh, probably trying collect his thoughts too.
“What if I want to be more. I’m not scared he’ll replace me, I’m scared he’ll become better than me..” Jungkook confesses, staring at the ground intently.
You are shocked, unable to form the right words so you just step closer to him. You place your hand on his cheek, tilting his head up so he meets eyes with you. You slowly lean towards him, molding your lips together finally. You lean into the kiss, as does he. It’s innocent and sweet, the best first kiss you can have with someone. He leans back, breaking the kiss to look down at you. You look up at him and smirk slightly.
A year ago today I would have never thought I could be this happy and this at peace. On April 21 2015, I realized I was making myself unhappy by the choices I was making and I realized I had the power to change myself for the better. This journey meant more to me than just weight loss, it was about overcoming my depression and learning to love myself for the first time. All the hard work was worth it! In two weeks, I will be a certified personal trainer and I am so excited to see my clients surpass their goals and grow as people. Thank you to the people who have stood by me and who have picked me up when I thought about quitting. I am 5′6″ and have lost 60lbs, 7 inches around my waist, and went from a size 14 to a size 8. At my heaviest I was 215lbs (December 2014) and I am now 155lbs.
Getting closer and closer to completion with Place 5. I have been working on lots of small things that don’t really take that much time individually but end up cropping up to quite a few hours together. It’s been fun though :) Maybe a week or two worth of work remains (ten to twenty or so hours) if nothing unexpected happens.
After spending the past two days at my boyfriends house and therefore forgetting I had to hand my assignment in yesterday, I’ve handed it in a day late and am ready to start on completing a week’s worth worth of uni work in two days!
THIS IS LIKE TWO WEEKS WORTH OF WORK THAT MY FRIENDS AND I WORKED ON FOR A DIGITAL ART PROJECT. IT IS A MUSIC VIDEO FOR SHAKE IT OFF. ABBY AND I ESPECIALLY WANT YOU TO SEE IT. DON’T MIND THE FACT THAT THE AUDIO IS PITCHED PLEASE OKAY BYE ILYYYYYYY.
Left to Right: Haden, Max, Abby, MEEEEE, and Alex. Then there’s Andrew. He wasn’t really part of this but he kinda walked in on us dancing. so yeah.
Someone on our staff accidentally deleted the master script for our upcoming exhibition. The one that a dozen people had carefully crafted over the last several months in endless meetings, calls, and email threads.
That master script.
The only thing IT could get from the back-up server was from at least 8 versions & 2 weeks ago, because the more recent back-up was corrupted and unrecoverable.
I was tasked with piecing it back together from scribbled notes, vague and confusing emails, marked-up printouts that conflict with each other, and undated discarded versions salvaged from recycling bins in various offices. I had two days to reconstruct two weeks worth of work.
And I did it! The exhibition is back on track and there only a minimal amount of time lost.
But I did earn a few more gray hairs and probably some long-term damage to my liver in celebrating.