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Ease - Part 18

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 6.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: only one part left!! hope you like this 💛

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“We’ll drop you off here,” said Yeona kindly, turning around from the front seat to give you a reassuring smile. “Go get him, tiger.”

Mijung sprung from her seat to give you a hug, the smell of chocolate clinging to her clothes. As you breathed it in, you let it comfort you and calm your nerves, as you knew that whatever was about to happen, they were there to support you afterwards.

“Good luck,” she whispered in your ear, before she grinned so widely you could’ve sworn the corners of her mouth disappeared into her hair.

They drove off to find somewhere to park, leaving you in your hometown by yourself. Everything was exactly how you remembered it: the markets, the streets, the people taking their dogs for a walk. It was nice to be surrounded by the comforts of home, but the worries of Taehyung were all you could think about. Was he going to snub you? Was he going to turn around and say he didn’t want to see you again? The way he’d ended it wasn’t exactly promising.

But first, you had to find him. You thought to check if he was at his house, but when you arrived, the place was locked up and it looked like no one was there. It seemed unlikely he would’ve been, but you would’ve kicked yourself if you didn’t make sure. Next, you went to check the market where they sold fresh fish, meats, fruits and vegetables and a variety of other bits and bobs. You and Taehyung always enjoyed going there after school, as you had made friends with the sellers and they gave you special discounts whenever you saw them.

“Y/N!” called Sungki, an old man who worked behind the meat counter. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Where’s Taehyung?”

“Was going to ask you the same thing,” you said gloomily. “I don’t know where to look.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Try that new ice cream parlour. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want some pork?”

Shaking your head but thanking him, you ran in the direction of the parlour, becoming slightly frantic. If you didn’t find him quickly, you wouldn’t have much time to talk. And you needed as much time as you could get.

It was an extremely hot day, and after running for only a couple of minutes, you were too warm and sweaty to continue. Walking to the ice cream shop, your heart sunk lower when Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Think, Y/N,” you told yourself firmly, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Where would Taehyung go if he wanted to get away from everyone?”

Nothing came to mind. Infuriated with yourself, you sat down heavily on a bench, almost on the verge of giving up. Maybe you really didn’t know Taehyung after all.

A couple of middle-aged women strode past in gym gear, with fluorescent headbands holding back their hair. You caught a snatch of their conversation as they hurried past, along with the sound of new trainers squeaking.

“… and I said I wouldn’t take him to the park again if he was going to misbehave. Honestly, it’d be much easier taking him to an empty field so he wouldn’t mess about with the other kids…”

Sitting up straight, you had one last thought as to where Taehyung might’ve been.


The field was exactly how you’d remembered it. The grass hadn’t been cut, so the green was smattered with yellow and white from the buttercups and daisies. Everything looked fresh and vibrant, despite the muggy feel to the air. Your t-shirt clung to your back and the grass tickled your feet as you walked, but the familiarity of home gave you a new sense of hope, blossoming in your chest under the perfect, periwinkle blue sky that you saw every summer. And there, in the near distance, was a boy wearing a mustard coloured shirt with his back to you.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you didn’t have the same doubts that your mother had as to who it was. There was something about the way Taehyung held himself as he stood there, his hands in his pockets and the breeze toying with his hair that you could recognise from a mile off. As you got closer, you noticed that he’d dyed his hair a soft brown colour to combat the pale orange that came before it. Your flipflops stuck to your feet as you ambled towards him, and you could feel your heart rate increasing as you were sure that Taehyung was aware of the sound of your footwear.

When you were a few metres away, you stopped, too unsure to move any closer. Now that you’d slowed down and the frenzied panic of his whereabouts had gone, you felt almost giddy with anticipation. Taehyung turned his head before anything else, letting his eyes wander up and down your frozen frame before rotating his full body around.

Neither of you said a word. Instead, you let the sound of the birds fill the silence as you stared into his brown eyes, letting the memories of the past few months flood back. There was so much to say, so much to discuss and sort out, but you didn’t know how to begin.

Wringing your clammy hands together, you licked your dry lips and opened your mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat you to it.

“You’re missing the dance,” he stated, the slight lift in his eyebrows widening his eyes. Normally, you would’ve taken that body language as surprised, but instead, his words sounded as if he was mocking you for making the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come here, his eyes seemed to say.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m so, so sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t react, his mouth still slightly open from his last comment and his eyebrows raised. There was no acceptance, no inclination that he listened to your apologies. He just stared.

This was a Taehyung you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you witless. Your mind going into overdrive, you continued talking, not quite knowing what to do. “You have every right not to forgive me,” you mumbled, slightly slurring your words as your mouth moved before your brain could catch up. “I know that you’re mad at me, I understand. I was so stupid to think that keeping it from you would be the best thing, even though at the time, I was certain that I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t my business, but you’re my friend, and I should’ve said something, even though it would’ve broke you.”

Immediately, the front Taehyung had been putting up had completely crashed. The hardened glaze over his eyes had melted, and the emotion swelled on his face. The change was almost heart breaking to watch, but Taehyung turned away as he blinked heavily, trying not to let it show. Slowly, he began walking further into the field, but stopped after only a few steps. Tentatively, he held out his hand behind him for you to take.

Your body didn’t seem to function properly. One part of you was screaming at you to not give in that easily, but the other part of you wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hand around yours. Ignoring your better judgement, you let your fingers slide between his, his soft skin sending chills down your neck despite the warm weather. With gentle tugging, he led you further into the field, occasionally looking back to see if you were struggling to keep up where the grass grew longer. With the sun highlighting the slight orange undertones to his hair and the tan of his skin, you were almost in awe of the older boy, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. It wasn’t the right time, because everything wasn’t right. And you needed to fix it.

Holding hands like that was an old habit of Taehyung’s; he was so full of energy that he’d grab your hand to pull you along while he bounded in front of you like an excited puppy. However, now he strode calmly in front, as if he knew what was going to happen wasn’t something to look forward to.

Eventually, Taehyung found the spot he’d been looking for, and he sat down on the slightly worn out grass that overlooked the buildings of the city. Cautiously, you sat cross-legged next to him, watching him out of the corner of your eye for any change in reaction. However, Taehyung continued to stare through the trees, a strange sort of pained look on his face hiding underneath the peaceful exterior.

“Do you regret going to Seoul?” asked Taehyung suddenly, seemingly in deep thought.

You knew what he meant. He might’ve well have said, ‘Did you regret going to a place where you were supposed to branch out and become your own person, but were unable to because you were clinging onto the past?’

You had many regrets. You regretted eating so many sweets in the car journey because, mixed with nerves, you felt sick for hours afterwards. You regretted not putting on sunscreen when Taehyung told you you’d get burnt one time, and you ended up with a strange red tan that didn’t go away for weeks. You regretted hurting people. You regretted keeping secrets.

“If I didn’t go to Seoul, I would’ve never admitted to you my feelings,” you said truthfully, pulling at stalks of grass as Namjoon’s wise words flooded back to you. “I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes, true, but I wouldn’t have learnt anything, either. Seeing you every day without ever being more than friends proved to me so many things, so I’m glad that I didn’t let you go so easily. That’s why I’m here now, because I know you’re mad at me and you hate me for it-”

“I’m not mad at you,” he mumbled. You did a double take, but Taehyung continued avoiding eye contact by looking at the scenery ahead. “Even if I was angry, it wouldn’t make me hate you. You don’t stop loving someone when you’re mad.”

There was that word again: love. Hearing it from Taehyung’s mouth while he was describing you made your stomach do backflips. “Then… why did you come home if you’re not mad at me?”

He smiled gently, as if remembering something funny. “I was mad, to begin with, which made me feel homesick. But when I came home, I knew that I wasn’t really. More… upset. And that’s when I knew for certain that I was stupidly in love with you, because I couldn’t even be properly angry. I just forgave you.”

They were words you’d always wanted to hear, but you’d never imagined you’d hear them after a fight, and you never thought they’d make you feel worse. How could you have missed the signs when they seemed so blatant now?

“You don’t have to forgive me,” you argued, a pebble lodged in your throat again. “I should’ve told you sooner about Yeji. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have been so upset and then none of this would’ve happened.”

The impassive expression that Taehyung wore switched to confusion as he finally turned to look at you. It was only a small change in emotion, but it was enough to make you feel idiotic.

“You… haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked slowly, his deep voice dragging out each word.

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“I wasn’t upset because I split with Yeji. Well,” he shrugged, “I was upset, but there was another reason behind the split that I was more upset about. It was more mutual than you think.”

You wanted to split up with her?”

“No, no, let me explain.” Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at your hands, which were still fiddling with the grass. “The night we broke up, I was going out to see Yeji, because she said she had something to tell me. When I left the house, I saw you and Jungkook talking just outside the gate, and I was about to make myself known but then I saw him kiss you. It was the biggest awakening I’ve had, because when I realised you weren’t fighting him away, I realised that I’d pushed you away too much. I ran past, and I don’t think you noticed, but I ran all the way to Yeji’s house. I cried because I’d messed everything up, and that the person I loved wasn’t the person I was dating. When Yeji knew that I didn’t love her, she told me that she didn’t love me either, and proceeded to break up with me. I didn’t want to come home and see you with Jungkook, so I headed to that café. So, really,” he concluded, his eyes shining, “I was upset because I knew I’d missed my chance.”

You were speechless. Taehyung shifted around on the ground, looking uncomfortable and shamefaced, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Thinking back on it, you could faintly remember someone brushing by you as Jungkook kissed you, but you’d been so engrossed in the situation that you didn’t think anything of it.  You could barely comprehend all the new information.

“That’s when you realised you loved me?” you breathed, becoming slightly lightheaded.

Taehyung grinned, showing off his boxy smile before his face fell again, although his eyes remained bright as he reminisced. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “I knew I was falling for you back in middle school. There was that time that I took you to that music room and I sang for you. I was so nervous because I hadn’t sung in front of anyone before, but you looked even more scared than I was. During the chorus, you began to join in, and I remember you belting out the lyrics with your head thrown back. When I saw you like that, just the raw Y/N with all your pretences stripped away, something good hit me right in the chest. You clapped so hard afterwards, and I never felt the same after that. It was as if you’d managed to get rid of something bad in me, and from then on, I loved watching you smile at anything you did. When you danced, when you talked about space, when you talked about your home country. I became completely infatuated. Looking for ways to hold your hand, to get you to talk about what boys you were into, that sort of thing. I hated myself for it, because I knew that in your eyes, I was your best friend and nothing more. So, I forced myself to like Yeji, but it was never the same.”

“All this time, and you never told me,” you whispered, your words almost getting lost in the wind.

“I was a coward.”

Slowly, piece by piece, the hole in your chest began to fill. Here was the boy who’d extended an arm of friendship and had brought you indescribable happiness, but he too had been keeping secrets. You’d always thought that love was desire. It made you crazy, it made you want to shout it out to the world, but that wasn’t always the case. Taehyung wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make you smile when you thought you wouldn’t smile again. Love wasn’t always obvious.

Immediately, the atmosphere had changed. You became aware of the birds singing in the trees, and it felt like you were kids again. You noticed a tree that stood in the middle of the field, with old, twisted branches and a cracked truck. If you squinted, you could just about make out white engravings of your initials that you did when you first came to the field together all those years ago.

“Why did you come?” he asked, giving you a piercing stare. “You’re giving up the dance for this.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come back. We’ve still got time before it starts.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, his demeanour switching from calm to irritated in a split second. Without talking, he began pacing backwards and forwards, his shoes trampling the grass further as he screwed up his face in frustration.

“Why are you so against it?” you questioned loudly, the sudden anger from Taehyung sparking your temper. “If you loved me that much, why did you go home?”

“I went home because I felt like it was the right thing to do,” he muttered through gritted teeth, still pacing. “I needed to get my head together without distractions.”

“What distractions?”

“You, Y/N!” he cried, pausing in his tracks. “I can’t think straight. I tell myself that I should think it through, but then all plans go out the window when you’re there. It’s pathetic.”

A bubbling anger crept into your lungs, and you found yourself shouting at Taehyung with tears flooding your eyes. “You could’ve just told me this! The whole reason we’re in this mess is because we haven’t bothered to communicate properly, and instead we lost each other. Our lives took different twists and turns and we’re different people now compared to who we were in middle school. I hate it, but we can’t change that now. I feel like I’m still lost half the time, and I don’t know what to do with myself, all because of our silly arguments.”

Properly crying, you brought your knees up to your chin and hugged them to your chest as a way to comfort yourself. As if he was aware the situation was getting out of hand, Taehyung sat back down next to you with a thump, looking utterly defeated. As he shuffled closer to you, you didn’t move as you wallowed in self-pity. Taehyung’s anger had completely fizzled out as soon as he saw you upset, and instead he looked at you worriedly, biting his lip in concern.

“Perhaps being friends first wasn’t such a good idea,” you said as you felt a tender arm drape over your shoulders.

“If I told you I fancied you in middle school, do you think you would’ve gone out with me? Did you see my haircut?”

You snorted, which almost ended in a snotty disaster from all the crying. Taehyung hated seeing you upset and that was his way of making the situation better, so when you shoved him in the side, you made sure it wasn’t that hard. Sort of.

“High school would’ve been the same,” he laughed. “Relationships never last, so I thought I’d wait until we were more mature and when it would be more serious. I forgot about other people getting in the way.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “Didn’t expect Yeji to turn up, that’s for sure.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, in which you took the time to admire Taehyung’s features for the hundredth time. The sun shone harshly down and your skin was hot, but Taehyung seemed completely cool as he lounged back, using one arm as a support and letting the rays warm his cheeks, and keeping the other arm around you. As he swallowed, you watched his Adam’s apple bob before he sighed through his nose. Despite everything, it still gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You hated getting angry at Taehyung, but you’d both been holding in your emotions for so long that it only took a slight jog for it all to come pouring out. You weren’t annoyed that Taehyung decided to go home without telling you, but it upset you that he no longer felt comfortable telling you.

It was strange to be home after everything had changed. After a whirlwind few months of new friends, new classes, and a new city to explore, coming back to Daegu where nothing had changed was a foreign feeling. Both you and Taehyung had grown and learnt so much, but overlooking the familiar buildings of home made it seem as if neither of you were different. But you were. You saw Taehyung in a different light: he was the kind, funny boy that you’d always known, but he was also scared to show his feelings and he had a temper hidden away. Your friendship wasn’t the same any more, either. Gone was the picture-perfect friendship that everyone envied, as cracks and flaws had crept up on you without you even realising. Neither of you were faultless, but it worked, and you were determined for it to work again.

“Remember last time we were here,” he smiled, admiring the view. “It was a day like this, but at the start of winter, and we were talking about what university would be like.”

“I remember,” you nodded, the memory as clear as day. “I didn’t want you forgetting about me.”

“I also said that I’d be an idiot if I stopped being friends with you. I guess I was a bit of an idiot.” He hung his head ruefully, but you nudged him with your elbow.

“We’ve both done some stupid things, I think we can agree on that,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your finger. His face was close to yours, and you could see the mole near his eye and the small details on his skin, but you made no attempts to try anything. There were still heavy boundaries between you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you when I was with Yeji,” he muttered, his brown eyes filling with gold as they caught the sun, sweeping away the mystery that you always found intriguing. “I really am. We were both a bit selfish. But, do you think we could do this?” he asked quietly. “You and me? We’ve gone through so much, I think we deserve a chance together.”

Looking into your best friend’s eyes, you understood where he was coming from. But gut instinct was telling you to take a step back. The heartache was still strong, and although you’d discovered that Taehyung was all you’d ever wanted, it didn’t feel right to jump in when you hadn’t properly rekindled your friendship. Trust was lost, and that would take more time. But what would happen if you left it any longer? Would it all just happen again?

“You know what I don’t regret? I don’t regret loving you,” you said heavily, trying not to let the pain of your next words show. “But loving you… I got hurt. You got hurt. Too many times I cried to my friends, cried while on the subway, cried myself to sleep, and I probably did exactly the same thing to you. We had good times, but we also made each other suffer, and with heartaches like that, it’s hard to come out the other side ready for something that’s supposed to be painless.”

Surprise was written all over Taehyung’s face, but he didn’t argue against you. Instead, he watched as you began tearing up again, letting you get it off your chest.

“I think we need a bit more time,” you said eventually, tears running down your face in a constant stream. “We can heal ourselves.”

Before long, Taehyung was crying too, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling up at the edges. He buried his face in his hands to compose himself, rubbing his eyebrows like he was ridding himself of a headache. Looking back up with wet cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t think time is going to make this pain go away. No matter how long I wait for you. Don’t let this go now. It may be difficult, but I need you, Y/N. It’s sounds lame, but no one else makes me feel at ease like you do.”

His words dug deep into your soul, making you want to pull your hair out with the pain and frustration. “You make it sound so easy,” you gulped, your throat restricting your voice, “but our plans never actually happen. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

As soon as he saw you on the verge of sobbing, Taehyung swept you into a hug, holding your shaking body tightly. He held you for a while, letting his soft brown hair tickle your neck as the breeze swirled around you. It was one of those love-filled hugs that instinctively made you cling to his shirt, his familiar honey scent calming your heartbeat down to its normal rate.

“You have me,” he whispered, barely louder than a breath. “No matter what Seoul does to us, we’ll always be those two kids from Daegu who ate too much ice cream. No one can take that title from us.”

You giggled, but at the same time tickled Taehyung’s sides so that he leapt back with indignation. It ruined the moment slightly, but that summed Taehyung up completely.

“Ahh,” you sighed, brushing away any remaining tears. “I’m glad I came back, even though it feels like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bigger mess than before. But to Daegu? Really, Tae, you could’ve gone to Incheon or somewhere slightly easier to get to.”

He laughed heartily, a sound that you sorely missed. “This is where it all began, right? There was this little foreign girl in my class one day who didn’t say a word, but seemed far more interesting than anyone else in the room. I needed the reminder of what came before to be able to move forward.”

“What, a reminder of that horrible haircut?”

It was an odd conversation. One minute you were deeply chatting about love, then you were angry, then blubbering in each other’s arms, then howling with laughter. All the pain and bitterness and happiness and joy from the last few months caught up with you, and you found yourself extremely overemotional and slightly dazed. Plus, you couldn’t figure out whether you were back on good terms again. It was simple to laugh and joke around, but was it just masking a bigger problem?

“We’re friends, right?” you asked anxiously, bringing the mood back down again.

Taehyung’s laughter faded, understanding why you asked the question immediately. He thought for a second, before grabbing your hand tightly in his and squeezing it, as if he was making a pact. “Yes,” he said firmly, looking you straight in the eye. “For good this time. I mean it.”

“That’s good,” you mumbled softly.

It was good. Although things might not have been the same as they were back in high school, you were making the essential steps to regain what you once had.

“Also, I’m sorry for getting mad at you for the dance-” Taehyung began, but you cut him off with a shriek.

“The dance!” you yelped, leaping to your feet. “We’re going to miss it!”

“Yah, I haven’t agreed to it yet!” Taehyung objected, stubbornly staying put on the ground. “You’re the one saying we need more time.”

“Taehyung, do this for Jungkook,” you pleaded, pulling on his arm uselessly, the panic returning to your body. “Please! Imagine how disappointed he’ll be!”

You didn’t want to emotionally blackmail him, but you didn’t want to let Jungkook down. Nor did you want to go back to your housemates and tell them the trip was for nothing.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” he asked gingerly, his question catching you by surprise.

“E-erm…” you stuttered, “I guess so?” Taehyung continued to stare, waiting for you to expand on your answer. Unprepared, you felt your face growing red as you avoided looking directly at him. “I mean, I’m tired of upsetting people, and although you’ve been a pain to teach sometimes, I really enjoy dancing with you.” It felt embarrassing to say it out loud, but you hoped it was enough to convince your obstinate friend. “Will you come, Tae?”

A soft smile settled on his face, finally satisfied, and you sighed inwardly in relief. “Only if you buy me coffee for the next two weeks, and bring it to me every morning.”

You mouth hung open in disbelief. “That means I’ve got to spend every morning with you!”

“Don’t make it sound too traumatic,” he grumbled, slowly standing up. “It’ll be a good chance to start afresh. You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember?”

“Fine,” you muttered, spinning away and striding back towards the buildings. “But if you’re crabby because I’ve woken you up, I’ll give you hell.”

“Y/N’s back,” he grinned cheekily. “Was starting to wonder why my best friend was being nice to me. Come on then, slowcoach, let’s go back to Seoul.”

Although you swatted his arm, you couldn’t help feeling on top of the world as you walked towards Yeona’s car, arms linked and ready to try again.


“Why?” you asked, letting Taehyung lead you to a separate classroom in the building, dragging you along as he clutched your hand. He led the way excitedly, and he kept on looking back to give you reassuring grins.

Unable to form a sentence any more complicated than ‘why’, you hoped that Taehyung understood what you were trying to say, and luckily, he did. It was a shame you couldn’t understand his response, so you simply nodded and hoped he wasn’t kidnapping you.

You hadn’t been in Korea for that long, and you were still trying to pick up the language. However, it being so different from English and the fact that everyone in your school spoke way too quickly for your liking, you’d struggled to make conversation with anyone at all. Apart from Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind that you could only say basic sentences after ten seconds of thinking time, and he always let you follow him and his friend Jimin around during lunch. You were having another bad day that day, as you’d tried and failed to talk to one of the students in your class, and instead you left them in hysterics at something you’d said wrongly. Taehyung noticed your bad mood and decided to lead you off somewhere unknown.

When you arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a music room. It was quite basic, but Taehyung ignored the instruments and sat down on top of a desk, searching through his phone. You perched on a chair quietly, wondering what he was planning. Before long, he’d begun playing the instrumental to a song that you swore you recognised. Then, he sang. His voice was deep for his age, and there was a soulful quality to it that gave you goosebumps. But what really chilled you was what he was singing: the lyrics were in English.

Taehyung had realised you’d been feeling disconnected from everyone else, and he figured that the only way he could reach out to you was through music. Once he hit the chorus, you joined in, letting your harmonies fill the quiet room as you threw your head back and belted out the lyrics. It was the happiest you’d been since moving countries, and after that you couldn’t stop smiling. For three and a half minutes, the language barrier wasn’t a problem, and that’s when you knew Taehyung was going to be different.


“Run!” Yeona yelled, Jiwon pulling up at the theatre where the dance competition was being held.

“Thank you!” you shouted back, and your housemates waved cheerily from the car.

The ride back was far less relaxing than on the way there, despite knowing that you and Taehyung had sorted through most of your problems. Having very little time until the start of the show, Jiwon was forced to push the speed limits as Yeona laid on the pressure even more. Mijung was being her usual, friendly self, asking Taehyung a lot of very personal questions that you hadn’t found out the answers to until you’d been friends for years. Taehyung seemed fine with it, although you were certain he was avoiding the questions by going off on some strange tangents.

Sprinting into the theatre, you both stopped as you suddenly realised that you had no idea where to go.

“In here,” you called, spotting an area which was being monitored by several staff members.

However, as you approached, your heart sunk as they stepped in front of your path, blocking you from getting through.

“Names, please,” they asked, checking a clipboard.

“Y/N and Tae- uhh, Jungkook,” you faltered, almost slipping up. The staff member scanned down the list of names, and looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“Y/N and Jungkook have already signed in,” one of them said. “I’m sorry, but access only to the performers. If you’d like to buy a ticket, the stand’s over there.”

Looking over at Taehyung, his confused expression mirrored your own. However, neither of you argued as you went over to the ticket booth, not knowing what else to do. Wordlessly, you entered the theatre, and although he didn’t say anything, you could tell Taehyung was thinking the exact same thing: who had signed in in your place?

The theatre was dark, and it seemed the competition had already been going for quite a while. Up on stage were a group of all girls doing some sort of cheerleading routine. You and Taehyung slipped into seats at the back just as the girls finished, and everyone clapped loudly.

“Do we just wait?” Taehyung said under his breath, leaning closely to your ear.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” you replied, feeling crushed. Was everything you’d done all for nothing?

A male voice crackled through the tannoy, announcing the next group to come on stage. “Dancing next are Y/N and Jungkook. Interval will be in 10 minutes.”

You shared a nervous look with Taehyung, your heart in your mouth. Was it a joke? Was anyone going to show up at all? Questions swirled around your brain as two men walked out on stage, wearing ridiculously tight jeans and matching tank tops. There were a few titters from the crowd, as they too wondered if it was a joke act.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttered Taehyung, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Because there, standing in the middle of the stage, was Namjoon and Jin.

The music began, the all too well-known song that you’d listened to over a hundred times playing from the speakers. You wanted to shut your eyes, but you were too curious as to what was going to happen. Too curious as to how they could completely butcher Jungkook’s well designed choreography.

They started slowly, sliding around each other in repetitive circles with serious faces, their movements completely out of time with the music. The audience grew louder and Taehyung’s housemates danced like they had too much to drink, leaping and prancing around the stage with no regards to the beat of the song. It was almost unbearable.

People were starting to laugh, and some were beginning to clap to the rhythm as Namjoon did a small ballet routine on one side of the stage and Jin did his version of breakdancing on the other, the hilariously conflicting styles making it look even more ridiculous. You could just about make out the judges at the front giving each other questioning looks, as if they were wondering how such a pair made it to the judging round.

“Y/N!” someone hissed from behind you, making you jump out of your skin in fright. Wheeling round, you saw Hoseok and Yoongi grinning in the seats behind you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed back, gladly using them as an excuse to not watch what was happening down front.

“We’re performing after the interval,” Hoseok explained. “That was your friend’s idea by the way. He realised that you weren’t going to make it back in time, so he said that Jin and Namjoon should go instead. Add a comedy factor.”

“Our friend?” asked Taehyung, slightly baffled by the whole situation.

“Well,” butted in Yoongi. “Jungkook’s friend. I think his name’s Jimin?”

He pointed to the right side of the crowd, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but eventually you could make out Jimin’s silver hair bobbing along to the music. Next to him was Jungkook, and you were startled to see how close they were sitting to each other, shoulder to shoulder in their chairs. Jimin had one arm laid over the back of Jungkook’s seat as they laughed at the two boys on stage, not caring that the actual routine had been completely ignored.

“Jungkook is literally taking my friend away,” he huffed, shaking his head.

“You took his,” you laughed, and Taehyung smiled bashfully.

It was a bizarre day. You couldn’t even be annoyed that you’d missed your chance at performing, as everything else seemed to have fallen into place. At the end of their routine, there was a standing ovation for Jin and Namjoon, and they bowed deeply in return. The judges were dumbfounded, but you and Taehyung made sure you clapped the hardest and the longest.

Things never turned out the way you planned them, and sometimes you lost the path. But so long as you get back on and try again, eventually, it will all be okay.

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A+ (High School AU!) Chapter 11

category: angst

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: 2.4k words! long chapter tomorrow  :)

Originally posted by asterocky

Thankfully, Jiyoon let you stay at her house for a night. It was a convenient situation since at that time you really wanted to get away from Eunwoo. There was no way you were going back to his house.

You took this opportunity to start searching for your own place. After staying locked in Jiyoon’s room and calculating fees, salaries, and searching for different apartments, you were pooped. You had already ranted about everything to Jiyoon and cried your eyes out in front of her. Your sad state faded into a mad one, then faded into emptiness now.

Sighing in boredom, you opened up your new phone and searched for notifications. Rocky told you that he would text you the moment he got his new phone, so you were anxiously waiting for his message. Since Jiyoon had been your only friend your whole life, acquiring a new one was exciting.

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here is a list of foods that taste good with steak sauce, based on my own experiences

all meats
all vegetables
eggs
all pasta*, filled varieties included
rice
apples
grilled cheese
quesadillas
pickles

here is a list of foods that do not taste good with steak sauce

*ramen noodles

So here’s a thing I tweeted about awhile ago, but I wanted to do a full write up. It’s an interesting botanical thing I figured out about beans!

Here’s four kinds of beans. Last year, I grew three of them!

The Aztec Cave Bean keeps appearing under various guises in seed catalogs. The story goes that this bean was found in a sealed clay jar in a cave during an archaeological dig in the Seventies. Carbon dated to 1500 years ago!

Thing is…nobody knows anything about this hypothetical dig. Who ran it? Where was it? There is no info. Dig on a forum and you’ll get, “Uh…maybe Berkeley?” And then I went digging around in Google Books and found a reference to this legend from the 1800s (and the author was skeptical then, too!)*

Also, the Aztec Empire flourished from the 13th to 16th century, which by my math was at most 800 years ago, so if this WAS true, it’d be a Nahuatl Cave Bean. But never mind that. Let’s just say I am Very Skeptical.

The ones I got were a lovely maroon mottled bean. It looked like they’d grow into Holstein cows or tiny paint horses. Artist representation above!

I also grew the Tarahumara Red, a rare bean variety from the high desert, grown by the Tarahumara people. It’s one of those varieties that I don’t know why they’re rare–they’re tough as nails. It produces a small maroon bean with a black ring around the hilum. (That’s the white mark on the bean, or the “eye.”) The Aztec cave bean ALSO has a black ring around the hilum, or at least the ones I got did.

So I had both these beans and I grew them and at first, all was well. Aztecs produced and produced, Tarahumara were less productive but they kept going and going and going and they grew in crappy buckets I forgot to water.

Then an odd thing happened. The Aztec cave beans…vanished. Suddenly I was harvesting nothing but solid maroon beans with black hilums.

Okay, sez I! The Aztec beans melted in the high summer heat and humidity. This was the first year I grew them, I had no idea what to expect, and some things just melt in our heat. These are obviously the Tarahumara Reds (I had planted a couple extra about midway through the season when another set of beans had choked and died.)

And then one day I harvest some beans, shell them, and out come the Mystery Beans. Maroon bean. Single white splash right where the sprout would emerge.

I stared at them for awhile.

I finally decided they had to be an Aztec cave bean that just got weird. Okay. These things happen.

I harvested a few weeks later and got dozens more.

Had I somehow made a cross-breed between my Tarahumara and my Aztecs? Beans can cross-pollinate, but they usually don’t. Even when they’re grown on the same trellis, they rarely cross, unlike peppers or squash, who will joyfully sex up the world. Beans are suspicious of other beans. Peppers would cross with pine trees if they could reach that high.

And then, in late fall, the very last round of beans, suddenly I have Aztec cave beans again. Little Holstein cow beans. AND Tarahumara Reds.

What the hell just happened?

I was baffled. I threw them all in jars and eyed them suspiciously. Had I found two beans that were star-crossed lovers and crossed easily? Were these sports? (Some beans are sold with the specific note “Throws an occasional all-black bean” and so forth.)

And then, browsing seed catalogs in December, trying to keep my spirits up, I happened on a bean collector who has been growing beans since, literally, the year I was born. His site was an obsessive catalog of hundreds of varieties. And one of them was the Jacob’s Cattle Bean.

Jacob’s Cattle Beans are an old, old variety. They range from maroon to medium tan, and they are speckled and spotted and splotched with white. It looks like an acid washed kidney bean. It was grown by the Passamaquoddy Indians of Maine, according to legend. Unlike the Aztec, they’re more…flecked, I guess? Appaloosa horses instead of paints.

What they don’t tell you, what I learned from our bean collector’s site, was that many, many spotted beans descend from Jacob’s Cattle types, and that if you grow Jacob’s Cattle in high summer temperatures, it becomes solid colored.

Now, I can’t know for sure, but I will bet you a dollar that my “Aztec Cave Bean” is a reasonably modern descendant of the Jacob’s Cattle Bean, and the high heat in North Carolina turned them solid red. Then, as the temps cooled, they got the first white splotch, and then finally reverted to their normal coloration.

“Okay,” you say, “but why do I care?”

I have no idea, honestly. It’s neat? It screwed up my counts because I kept thinking that the hot-weather Aztecs were actually Tarahumara Red, so I now have no idea what my total counts were and need to regrow both.

But anyhow, I thought it was cool that I finally got to the bottom of my mystery beans.


*There actually ARE a couple of vegetable varieties found from ancient dig sites–a very impressive squash was found on the Menominee Reservation in Wisconsin. They named it the Gete-okosomin, and you can get seeds now, which I’ll try once I’ve got the Gem Squash reliable.

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  • the most sophisticated smokers are actually the crockerberts. dad is a veritable sommelier of the kind and believes that its an important father/(son/daughter) bonding ritual. he doesnt let young kids smoke, obviously, but on their joint 18th he and john and jane split a bowl the size of a kfc bucket
  • SON/DAUGHTER. YOU ARE NOW STRONG ENOUGH TO CLEAR A BONG. THIS MEANS YOU ARE NOW A MAN/WOMAN. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU.
  • jane specializes in edibles OBVIOUSLY, anyone could tell you that. john vapes in secret because his father has made it very clear how he feels about vaping.
  • jade goes back to horticulture as soon as things are settled post-game and in addition to a huge menagerie of flowers and fruits and vegetables she breeds a variety of wead. she loves the cultivating and raising of them like theyre her little leafy children exactly as much as she loves smoking them. shes your incredibly pleasant hippie grandma who is also god and a furry
  • dirk also helps out in jades greenhouse bc taking care of plants is good stimming activity n helps with his control freak tendencies, but he doesnt imbibe at first. hes like “haha… weed jokes” but hes actually kind of straight edge?? he crinkles his nose at the smell of it and tends to avoids ppl when they are smoking. eventually hes having a private feelings jam w dave and he works up the confidence to ask him to share a blunt. he can only take little baby micro-hits at first but he gets better at it. its good for his anxiety.
  • eventually john gets him into vaping. he does tricks. dave very politely and gently lets him know he probably shouldnt show off his vape tricks.
  • the striders are really nervous about letting the lalondes in on their smoke sessions bc of their history w alcoholism but roxy makes it very clear that alcohol and marijuana are two totally different substances with totally different effects and that shes better at smoking than anyone on the planet. she is. she supervises everybody and takes care of them when they are too high to function.
  • roxy passes rose the bong and dave says “uh ok so, wait, you might want to take it easy at first” and rose looks him dead in the eye and, without breaking eye contact, clears the bowl in one hit and ghosts it and says “you are a coward”
  • every single time jake overestimates his lung capacity and coughs til he cries like a newb but as soon as he gets over it he takes another hit immediately and everybody else is both concerned and impressed


  • trolls smoke space weed
rare myth of the week: kyknos the bird

most of us know about phaethon, one of several boys who flew too close to the sun (and subsequently straight into the underworld). but listen to this:

there was this king named kyknos who had the most beautiful singing voice in the world. unfortunately, he did not have the most beautiful screaming voice in the world. so when his “dear friend” (hint: that means gay) phaethon bit the metaphorical and literal dust/ashes, and kyknos jumped into the eridanos river to cry, guess what happened?

that’s right, apollo got angry. presumably because kyknos was using his gifted throat for evil (nevermind that he was crying about APOLLO’S OWN SON’S DEATH thanks a lot dad). so apollo did what apollo does best when angry, and turned kyknos into a lower form of life that was easier(?) to deal with.

in this case, in a bold new move, instead of going with something of the vegetative variety, apollo turned kyknos into a swan, so that at least that beautiful singing voice could be preserved.

The signs and their spirit vegetable

Aries: Zucchini

Taurus: Orange gourd

Gemini: A set of Ikea hemnes drawers

Cancer: Rather offensive cabbage

Leo: I was going to put tomato, but let’s not re-open that can of worms so carrots.

Virgo: Kale

Libra: Sierra Leone bologi. And no, that’s not something ridiculous I made up, google it it’s actually quite interesting.

Scorpio: Jeremy Renner’s left shoe.

Sagittarius: Arugula

Aquarius: Rotten celery

Capricorn: Messier 31

Pisces: Slightly less offensive cabbage

Recipe: Stir Fry

Description: Julienned vegetables on a bed of rice. 

Game ingredients: Cave Carrot, Common Mushroom, Kale, Oil

This recipe restores 200 energy and 80 health. It can be obtained from the Cooking Channel and sells for 335g. 

Difficulty: Easy, 30 minutes. Serves 3.

Stir fry is really easy and quick to make. It’s also a well-balanced meal.

-Vegetables, variety (carrots, snap-peas, beans, broccoli, peppers, onions, mushrooms, celery, etc. Whatever suits your fancy)
-½ pound meat, thawed. You can use chicken, beef, or pork. If you prefer it to be vegetarian/vegan, you can use a package of cubed tofu. 
-2 tablespoons cooking or olive oil
-1 cup rice
-Stir fry sauce, roughly ¼ cup (I used teriyaki)

Heat the oil in a large frying pan or a wok over medium-high. Slice the meat into strips with a sharp knife and add it to the pan, turning the pieces on all sides to brown them evenly. Turn down the heat to medium-low. 

In a small saucepan, combine 1 cup of rice and 2 cups water over high heat. Bring to a boil, then turn down the heat to low and place a lid on the pot. Let it simmer for 15-20 minutes. 

Slice up your desired vegetables and add them to the pan. I used onions, peppers, celery, and carrots. Slice them at an angle to julienne them if you like. 

Cook the contents of the pan, stirring occasionally, until the vegetables have softened and the meat is done. Add the sauce of your choice and mix it in. Cook for another minute or so. 

Fluff the rice with a fork once it’s done and then serve, placing the meat and vegetable mix over-top. 

It’s a very tasty and versatile dish, and easy to make to use up leftover veggies.

-SVR

anonymous asked:

Hey I want to loose a little bit of weight would you say starch solution or raw/ raw till 4? Do you need to do a ton of exercise and should I eat fats? ( confused girl) Thankyou Margaux xx

I would not recommend eating raw or raw til 4. At all. Follow the science 🙃 What you eat to lose weight should be the same as what you always eat. Ie. It should be sustainable. Eat a whole food plant based diet with a variety of vegetables legumes fruits etc! Starch solution is very similar to wfpb. It’s really just another doctor’s wording.
Just eat whole plant foods , lots of vegetables , legumes, but also lots of whole grains and starches to stay full. Fruit is amazing too of course, but not the only food group that should be consumed before sundown.

Yes fats are an important part of a healthy diet. They are important for skin, hair, hormones, organ function, and so many other things. Avocado nuts and seeds are amazing and you don’t need to cut them out! Eating wfpb just means they don’t make up the bulk of your calories. And no you don’t need to exercise like crazy, but definitely exercise regularly and consistently , not just for weight loss but for health in general. People very often forget about the lymphatic system but it is impossible to be truly healthy without moving your body. It can be anything from walking daily to running jogging swimming hiking surfing skiing tennis basketball , whatever you fancy!! I’d recommend a good ball park to aim for is 7 hours of movement a week! Xxxx
What Are Friends For Ch. 1

An Undertale fan fiction

Written by Ichiwashername-o

Summary: When Undyne discovers Papyrus’s deepest secret, it puts their friendship to the ultimate test. Gaster Blaster AU

Rating: Viewer discretion advised.  Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror

Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, and others

[CH. 1] [CH.2] [CH. 3] [CH.4] [CH.5] [CH.6]

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Two Prompt Tuesday #2

Winning Prompt this Week: “It’s all about the first person you wanna tell good news to.”

Winning Character: Dean. (I think there’s only 3 out of all of my followers who aren’t Dean!Girls, so I may have to start either picking characters myself or eliminating him from the options. Ha.)

Word Count: 3000. 

Warning: Fluff. Cliche. The usual. 

Your name: submit What is this?

You stretched your neck from side to side as you unlocked the door of the bunker and let yourself in. You tromped down the stairs and looked around for anyone; when you didn’t see Sam or Dean, or even Castiel, you looked around for a note.

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$448/room in a collective

The Omega House is a unique cooperative located just south of downtown Minneapolis in the Whittier neighborhood. Our household is an intentional community of adults striving to live well and care for our home together. We currently have a room available and are looking for a like minded individual to join us. 

Founded in 1968, the Omega organization is comprised of our house the adjacent community gardens, and a 280-acre plot of land in Northern Wisconsin. We operate according to flexible principles of consensus and residents are expected to contribute financially, share maintenance responsibilities, and engage with the community through labor and regular meetings. 

Omega purchases food collectively and the house is always stocked with a plentiful supply of fresh, local fruits and vegetables and a wide variety of vegetarian staples. Common spaces include a fully equipped kitchen, dining room, library, living room and a bathroom on each floor. Off-street parking and locked bicycle storage are available. The available second floor room features hardwood floors, ample closet area, and southern and western facing windows overlooking our gardens next door. 

Minneapolis, MN

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La Minga, Organic Cooperative Farm in Louisville, Kentucky

Nelson Escobar brought the idea of small cooperative farming from his home country. He started La Minga, a 15 acre farm, as a place where a collective of farmers can each grow a different variety of vegetable crops and at the end of the season can all share the produce and thus all benefit from the diversity of the group. People grow for one another and help each other and the community in providing locally grown fresh produce. A Minga is an ancient traditional form of collaborate community work organization originally from Bolivia and Peru.

سَنُرِيهِمْ آيَاتِنَا فِي الْآفَاقِ وَفِي أَنفُسِهِمْ حَتَّىٰ يَتَبَيَّنَ لَهُمْ أَنَّهُ الْحَقُّ ۗ أَوَلَمْ يَكْفِ بِرَبِّكَ أَنَّهُ عَلَىٰ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ شَهِيدٌ (53) فصلت

53- We shall show them Our signs in the horizons, [in all] the regions of the heavens and the earth, in the way of the luminous [celestial] bodies, [the varieties of] vegetation and trees, and in their own souls, in the way of the exquisite craftsmanship and unique wisdom [inherent in their creation], until it becomes clear to them that it, namely, the Qur’ān, is the truth, revealed by God, informing of the Resurrection, the Reckoning and the Punishment, so that they [realise that they] will be punished for their disbelief in it and in the one who has come with it. Is it not sufficient that your Lord (bi-rabbika, governs the verb yakfi, ‘sufficient’) is witness to all things? (annahu ‘alā kulli shay’in shahīd, substitutes for bi-rabbika). In other words, is not sufficient proof of your truthfulness that nothing whatsoever can be hidden from God? * تفسير Tafsir al-Jalalayn 

NAME: R’shvala Sian
AGE: 34
HEIGHT: 5 fulms, 1 ilm
SPECIES: Miqo’te, Limsan Seeker
GENDER: Female
NAMEDAY: 27th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon.
RESIDENCE: She lives in a small apartment in Limsa proper, but has lived all over and around the city growing up
MARITAL STATUS: Single (Absolutely “Taken”, though.)
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good (mostly.)
DRINK: Water, typically, but favors ale and mead at the tavern. Is fond of sweetened coffee in the morning, and chamomile tea at night.
FOOD: Has a soft spot for comfort foods (especially soups/stews or pies with meats and vegetables) and about any variety of salad with berries. (When cooking for others, she often aims for recipes that offer long-lasting nourishment and have high nutritional value, but is just as likely to throw in some cookies and cakes. Pastry fish and La Noscean toast are two of her simpler specialties.)
DAY OR NIGHT: Day - morning specifically. She loves night-time, but she’s naturally an early-riser.
SNACKS: Typically keeps small portions of roasted honeydew almonds, bubble chocolate (usually for patients), and jerked beef on her person.
PET: Runie (fat cat).
COLOR: Teal, Rust, Copper
FLOWER: Tiger Lily
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic
BODY TYPE: Petite, a fair but ultimately little amount of muscle definition - from lifting and tending to patients mostly.
EYE COLOR: Teal
HAIR COLOR: Rust Red

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Some more feather comparisons

Treating exotic patients is always interesting but can be frustrating as well. A huge component of nearly every problem with an exotic patient is poor husbandry. Because of that a good portion of each appointment is spent going over proper husbandry and correcting mistakes that are being made.

Generally people are very understanding and want to do everything they can to provide proper care. And then there are the others.

There are the refusalists: These people will flat out decline any and all advice. A 20 inch bearded dragon in a 10 gallon aquarium? They will not buy a bigger one. Raisins are bad for chinchillas? Too bad, Poopsy likes them. Common phrases with these owners are “Well, I think…” or “I’m not doing that.” They refuse to follow any instructions and will not make husbandry changes. These people usually do not come back for rechecks because they are upset at what they were told.

The attempters: These owners are really trying but just don’t get it. If you recommend UV lights they will buy fluorescent. If you tell them to start feeding more of a variety of vegetables they will feed green and red bell peppers. No amount of hand outs, check lists, or written instructions will ever get them to do exactly what they should. These are frustrating because they want to fix things but something just doesn’t connect.

Apparaters: *POOF!* the appointment is over and they are gone. Months will go by and you will never hear from them. Generally they show up right when you are ab- *POOF!* they need to see you, the problem never got better. No, they didn’t come in for re-checks. Why would they? It was fixed.

The mentats: Sometimes these are the worst owners. They come from all walks of life but what they have in common is a swollen head from their immense egos and sense that they know more. Human physicians are the absolute worst, with breeders falling close behind. No matter what you tell them you are wrong, they have been doing it longer, better, faster, and they shouldn’t even pay you for your time.

Googlers: The scourge of veterinarians everywhere. Often they come into the clinic with a pet under one arm and a diagnosis under the other. They know what diagnostics they want and they already know what the results will be.

Blamers: Everything that is wrong with their pet is the veterinarian’s fault. Even things that happened before you met. The diarrhea is from the medicine you gave. The sore foot is because of the way he was handled during radiographs. That cough? That wasn’t there until they left the office. The other vet never heard a heart murmur, what the hell did you do?

Finally, the apathetics: They really just don’t care. Parakeets are $20.00, why spend $200 on testing? No they do not want to take pain medication, it doesn’t hurt to have a broken femur. Often they are pleasant during the appointment and will nod and make small sounds of agreement. But at the end they don’t want to do anything. Meh.

anonymous asked:

Hello! It's the all american all the time!Mccree anon again, and thanks so much for doing two of my prompts! I was thinking this time about an S/O who accidentally wins over Mccree, Genji or Hanzo making some food that's super traditonal, (like apple pie) and that's how they figure out they like the reader. Maybe they have cooking duty, or they are on a mission together, idk! Thanks again!


I’ve been waiting ages for a chance to incorporate the headcanon of Jesse being half-Navajo (it’s entirely the fault of this post by the way) and this opportunity was just too perfect not to use it.
As always, seeing as I’m neither Navajo nor Japanese, if you see anything I got grossly wrong don’t hesitate to tell me! Meanwhile, enjoy :)


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