white clinic

Jaehyun - 무한적아 (LIMITLESS)

(Edited! - Thank you to my beta Raisin for helping me out! <3)

I’m still not completely done with the editing but I wanted to release the story with the second part. So yeah, I hope you’ll enjoy my mafia!jaehyun/ mafia!nct scenario, whoop whoop!

Also, English isn’t my mother tongue so I apologise for any mistakes that might occur. 

Length: 5,464 words

Warnings: Mafia AU, Mentions of guns, a lot of swearing.

Ship: ReaderxJaehyung


Originally posted by yuseols

Locking yourself inside the empty building, you couldn’t help but to quietly curse and sigh tiredly. Behind you the heavy door shut close and you groggily made your way to the changing room. The corridors in the basement felt never-ending, the clinical white walls and floor gave off way too much hospital vibes for your taste – you hated the idea of being the only person in the building and you partly blamed the arrangement and partly all of the horror movies you’d stupidly watched when you were younger.

When you first walked into the changing room, you were met with unsettling darkness until the automatic lights started to work. Walking through the maze of lockers, you made sure to spread your arms widely and move them up and down like a fucking bird or something like that so the lights wouldn’t just turn off while you were still inside the changing room – you’d tried that once before and there was no way your poor heart would survive that experience again. Especially not now when you were all alone.

Reaching your own locker, you unlocked the lock with a key from the bunch of keys in your backpack before opening it and reaching for your work clothes.

You weren’t supposed to start your shift already but you’d received a text from your boss earlier in the afternoon, he’d asked you to cover a shift for one of your sick colleagues. Fuck no. But when it’s your boss who asks you, it’s not like you really have choice if you want to keep your job. After all, you were extremely lucky to even have a job in the first place so you’d accepted your boss’ request.

The bank, where you were employed as a cleaner, usually closed at 8PM and you would usually, alongside your colleagues, show up around 3-4AM. So being obliged to begin at midnight, while having a morning class at 8AM the next fucking day, really fucking sucked. But you desperately needed the money.

When you’d put on the blue polo shirt, you tossed your winter jacket and shirt inside the locker before shutting the door of the cupboard close. Before leaving the room, you put your phone and wallet in the back pockets of your jeans since you didn’t want to risk them being stolen.  

Walking out of the changing room, you went into the cleaning room to get one of the cleaning carts. When you’d filled the buckets with warm water and made sure you’d filled the large pail up with cloths and the detergents you needed, you made your way towards the elevator with the cart.

Approximately one hour into your shift, you began to hear quiet noises, which was definitely not supposed to happen as your colleagues wouldn’t arrive until at least two hours had passed.

Letting out a shaky breath, you dropped the cloth in your hand and anxiously swirled around; you swore you heard voices this time, there was no doubting it. You were currently washing the floor on the third level and you’d been hearing the noises since you’d been cleaning the toilets near the entrance on the first level. Something was seriously not right.

Hastily, your eyes flickered from one end of the corridor to the other while your heart was beginning to move upwards to your throat. The result was the same; there was nobody to be seen.

Fucking hell, this was the exact reason why you didn’t want to work alone, damn it!  

For a short moment you stood there in the corridor, paralyzed with fear while deciding what to do. The low voices continued talking somewhere to the left of the corridor but you couldn’t estimate how far the owner of the voices were.

Lots of different possible scenarios ran through your mind, everything from some of your colleagues getting here early to assassin’s looking for you to end you. The last one was ridiculous and you knew it, but you felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, being all alone in the middle of the night. Shutting your eyes tightly and biting your lower lip while breathing deeply, you eventually succeeded in calming down and thinking rationally; it was obviously some of the others who were probably covering shifts just like you were.

Right?

Taking off the rubber gloves and dumping them somewhere on the cart, you carefully began walking towards the voices.

At some point, your steps began to feel too loud as it echoed in the long empty corridors but there wasn’t really much you could possibly do. Once you reached the end of the hallway, you turned left once again, slowly moving closer towards the muffled voices. The closer you got, the bigger the lump in your throat grew and the adrenaline was pumping fiercely through your veins.

“H-Hel-“ your voice cracked and you cleared your throat quietly. “Hello?”

No reply.

You passed yet another corner before freezing.     

Your breath hitched in your throat and you brought a shaking hand to cover your mouth while staring at the scenery in front of you. You swore you didn’t mean to gasp vocally, you really did, but you did not expect to see the six men; they all wore tight black clothing, black jeans, boots, and jackets. Moreover, they all wore masks that covered everything from their nose to their mouths and jawlines, and with their hair hidden underneath beanies, caps, hats, it was impossible for you to see anything but their eyes. What really caught your attention though was the firearms they held in their glove-covered hands and taking in the circumstances, they were undoubtedly loaded.

Upon hearing your gasp, they all swirled around, now facing your small frame at the end of the corridor. Not even a second later, six guns were pointed straight at you so quickly that you almost didn’t register it.

Your breath got caught in your throat and you instinctively took a few steps backwards until your back bumped into the wall behind you.

“Hands up!” one of the men yell from behind his mask, the one with the platinum blonde hair and black cap, and as if on cue, your hands shot up over your head, feeling unnaturally heavy and shaking violently. The only sound audible were your quick pulse and you felt dizzy and nauseous all of sudden.

“Wait…” another of the men mumbled, the brunette with a grey beanie, and slowly lowered the gun in his hands. “Is that… (Y/N)?”

If your eyes were wide before, they were surely popping out of your head now as you took in the fact that one of the burglars, one of the criminals with a fucking gun in his hands, seemed to know who you were.

Yeah, fuck no.

You didn’t reply the man, possibly because fear had somehow cut off your vocal cord and your brain.

You didn’t recognise him, seeing as he was fully covered up, obviously because he didn’t want to be recognised in such situations like this one, it was kind of the fucking point, and you were too scared to utter a single word.

The other five men casted a sidelong glance at the man with the beanie, not quite sure what to do just like you.

The seconds were too fucking long and the ignorance of what was going to happen caused you to pant heavily, your heart almost bursting out of your chest.

“You know her?” the man with the blonde hair asked your acquaintance, still not lowering his gun yet, which the other four seemed to follow.

“I,” the man began, still not moving his intense gaze from your frame. “I went to school with her.”  

That certainly caught your attention, despite your mind still being clouded with all of that adrenaline pumping through your veins. Still, although you tried, really tried recognising the brunette standing mere ten meters in front of you, it still didn’t happen.

That’s until-

“Jaehyun?” you whispered disbelievingly with incredulity and shock written across your face. There’s no way this could be Jaehyun, no way this could possibly be the Jaehyun you shared a class with in your Junior year of High School while you were still in Korea when you were younger. That’d literally be impossible. But it was, it was the same brown curly locks that were sticking out from the hem of the beanie, the same warm coffee brown eyes, holy fucking shit-

A distant yet extremely loud crash suddenly boomed through the hall, successfully snatching every one of the men’s attentions.

“Fuck,” Blondie breathed before lowering his gun and clicking on some sort of earphone that was placed in his ear. “They’re here earlier than we expected; I think they used the staff entrance, but please check up on that, Taeil. How do we get out of here if the staff entrance is blocked with their men?”

While speaking he disappeared into the vault room on the right, which you hadn’t even noticed were wide open until now. Thankfully, the other four lowered their weapons too and ran with Blondie, whom you assumed were some kind of leader, to get some cash probably.

Everyone except for Jaehyun; he was standing right in the middle of the hallway, just fucking staring at you like he couldn’t believe you were actually real and here in person.

Running were impossible; with six people aiming their guns at you, you got the memo of not trying to run or some stupid shit like that. It’d be suicidal.

“Decide what you’re gonna do with her, Jae,” Blondie chimed when he returned from the vault room, hastily shoving piles of 50,000 KRW into at least 15 large bags. “But we gotta get out of here right now.”

Still not removing his gaze from you, Jaehyun shot forward and grabbed your upper arm tightly before tugging you along with him. His hold on you was too firm and you couldn’t help but  let out a painful whimper.

“W-Wait, what is going on?” you asked shakily, voice high-pitched with a combination of confusion and fright. Being dragged away by six armed men who you’d just witnessed stealing loads of money didn’t sit well with you at all. “What’s happening?!”

“Make her shut up!” Blondie snapped from where he was running a couple of meters in front of the two of you. “She’s going to get us caught by Woohyun’s people!”

“Listen, I-I’ll explain… (Y/N), I’ll explain everything later, okay? Just please follow me for now, okay? For your own sake.”

Nope. Nu-uh. No fucking way.

“Let-“ you panted heavily while trying to wriggle out of his tight grip on you. “Let go of me, damn it! Fucking let go!” You yelled angrily and despite the anxiety of the situation still lingering within you, anger still managed to flare up in your chest now that you knew Jaehyun wouldn’t harm you.

Right?

It’s not like you really talked to him that much in class but still, he wouldn’t harm you in any way, right?

But then again, you hadn’t expected him to take part of a robbery either, so…

“Jaehyun!” Blondie boomed and Jaehyun didn’t wait a second before snatching an arm around your waist and forcefully yanking you along, ignoring your angry screaming and kicking while he apologised over and over and fucking over as if that was supposed to make everything alright.


You were sitting stiffly in your seat in the van, your right shoulder and side pressed against back doors of the van while staring at Jaehyun who was sitting in front of you. While your eyes were filled with terror and anxiety, his was filled with what seemed like regret and guilt and perhaps something more you couldn’t quite place.

All seven of you were seated on benches on each side in the van and except for Blondie and another rather tall man speaking now and then in Korean that were too advanced for your foreign ears, the van was completely silent and only the rumbling of engine was audible.

Jaehyun had taken off his mask at some point and even though he continued staring at you with an intense gaze, he didn’t try bringing up a conversation. In fact, as you watched him sitting on the bench you realised just how different he looked from when you were in high school together; his face was hard and eyes seemed tough, which gave off an intimidating vibe that didn’t sit well with you at all. It was obvious that he’d grown a lot taller and bigger even though he’d already been pretty tall in high school.

He didn’t look like the Jaehyun you remembered. The Jaehyun you remembered was extremely popular with girls as well with guys and it seemed like everybody liked him. Your small circle of friends didn’t really interact with any of his so it was only in your literature class that the two of you got a chance to talk – not that you talked at all really. Whenever you were in class and got eye contact, he’d always send you a charming smile, displaying his perfect white teeth as if that was supposed to woo you. But you weren’t stupid; you knew how sick people could be and you saw no reason why Jaehyun, the Jaehyun, would ever want to interact with you, so you were so sure he was only playing games with you and wanting to humiliate you in front of everybody.

No thanks.

Plus, let’s say you didn’t reject his few attempts to hold a conversation with you – it didn’t really matter anyway because he was always so busy, constantly having something to do, someone to talk to, so him wanting to talk with you because he was genuinely interested was just pure bullshit.

Was it a façade? This tough guy sitting in front of you, could it really be the oh so popular Jung Jaehyun?

There were so much you both wanted to say, wanted to ask but with you being too scared and him having this image thing going on or something, nothing but silence ended up between the two of you.

That was until you arrived at your destination, wherever that was. When you jumped out of the van, rudely ignoring the outreached hand Jaehyun offered as a help, you felt the nausea return to your stomach and the sudden urge to cry was almost unbearable.

But only almost.

There was an enormous building in front of you, which almost looked like a castle with its gigantic pillars on the front of the house – it honestly looked like a Victorian palace with its large windows, a few with dim lights in them. The building had at least three floors but it was still night, which made it difficult for you to see properly. The place was surrounded by trees and not a single city-like sound could be heard, which indicated that you had to be pretty far from Seoul.

The urge to scream and cry out in panic increased even further.

“Let’s get the money inside,” Blondie instructed and each of the boys took a handful of the filled bags before shutting the van closed and heading inside. Even the door was extravagant; the double doors were enormous and decorated with gold in consistent patterns, which took your mind back to the stolen money in the bags.

You didn’t know what to do, whether or not to follow them but considering they brought you along in the first place, you figured you should probably follow them inside. The doors opened and you were met with a huge hall that were extremely high-ceilinged and an enormous chandelier made from gold hanging right in the middle of the hall. An enormous staircase with a red carpet on top of it were situated in the middle of the room as well, leading to the second floor. Looking left and then right, you noticed multiple doors and corridors, all leading in different directions you assumed, and the feeling of power the entire building exuded with its luxury almost overwhelmed you. It was quite terrifying.

When Blondie and his partner in crime, fuck the irony, were just starting to climb the stairs slowly, a group of unmasked guys came running into the hallway, ready to help with the haul. There were at least ten people, all of them being extremely loud and all smiles when they saw the operation went just as planned, despite “Woohyun” apparently showing up too.

They’d succeeded.

The men hugged each other, patted each other on the backs, while chit-chatting and grinning loudly.

They all looked so happy, like they were the best of friends or perhaps even family.

As you let your gaze wander over the men, one of the men especially caught your attention and the lump in your throat re-emerged. His hair was dark, almost black, just like you remembered it. He was certainly dressed cosily in his red and white knitted sweater with different patterns on it and with the grey sweatpants. However, it was when you noticed his face that you began feeling like you’d just been shot right in your heart. The man was all smiles, revealing his slightly crooked canine teeth, which only seemed to make his smiles even more adorable.

An unwilling whimper left your mouth and suddenly you felt foreign in your own body; you couldn’t understand the intense feelings that shot through your entire body, anger, sadness, confusion, and it terrified you to see him of all people being associated with fucking gangs.

“Sicheng!?”

The deer-eyed boy snapped his head towards you, the previous smile completely gone as his eyes were wide and mouth hanging open. Shock was written across his face and he almost look scared, despite being surrounded by fucking gangsters or whatever they were.

Sicheng.

How on earth could Sicheng be a part of all of this?! Sicheng, who was a part of your small circle of friends in school, whom you’d probably consider being your best friend when you were in Korea, how could he suddenly be hanging out with people like Jaehyun?!

“(Y/N)?” his voice was extremely quiet and he looked like a dog who’d just been whipped.

Nobody interrupted the two of you although Jaehyun did stare quite a bit (a lot).

“What the fuck are you doing back in Korea!?” you snarled angrily, a sudden feeling of betrayal shooting up inside of you. “Weren’t you supposed to go back to China after the school year?”

Your voice was filled with pure venom and although you’d never speak to Sicheng like that, the anger, confusion, and feeling of disloyalty inside you were too much to handle and you couldn’t help but lash out.

Both you and Sicheng had been exchange students in High School for a year and therefore the two of you had shared a lot of your classes because you needed the lessons to be taught in English. The school system in your own country however, was a bit different, so you had to leave Korea a few weeks prior to the others – but the plan had always been that Sicheng would be going back to his home country, too.

What had happened those two weeks after you left?

“I asked him to join,” Jaehyun stepped in. “And that’s all you need to know at this point. But speaking of leaving Korea, what are you doing back here in Seoul? It’s been years.”

Everyone, except for Sicheng, Jaehyun, and you, began to carry the packed bags onto the second floor but not without giving the three of you a sidelong glance. Seeing how everyone just left the three of you alone, you guessed that either Jaehyun or Sicheng had quite the position in this gang-thing.

“What!?” you whispered disbelievingly, turning around to face the taller man and ignoring his question completely. “You dragged him into this shit!?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, he simply just stared down at your face with his arms crossed and face hard.

Sicheng didn’t interrupt the two of you.

Very wise.

“Answer me, damn it!” you yelled frustratingly, hitting his chest with your fists in pure rage. “Did you involve Sicheng in this!?”

Clearly not happy with your attitude, he shoved your arms away from him by grabbing your wrists too tightly and sneered at you. “I didn’t force him into doing anything. I asked and he accepted. Simple as that. So are you going to blame him too now, huh? Or is it still only me, hmm?”

You tore your wrists out of his grip and sent him a look that could kill but other than that, didn’t comment on his questions, which seemed to amuse him. The stone-cold face turned into a mocking grin and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You felt like he was toying with you, as if he was the predator and you the prey.  

“Thought so. It has always just been me, right?” he whispered, stooping closer so your faces were only inches apart. “You never wanted to talk to me, isn’t that correct? Only me, even though I’d never done anything that made me look bad or mean. What a fucking saint you were. Are you sure you can’t teach me your sinless way of living, (Y/N)?”

He was playing with you.

“Get away from me,” you hissed through your clenched teeth and took a few steps backwards to separate your bodies while ignoring the smug smile on his lips as he stood up straight again.

“As you wish. But now tell me what you’re doing back in Korea,” he snapped right back at you and the always charming and smiling Jaehyun was completely gone and it was quite frightening to say the least. You’d never seen him upset before. Never. And then it hit you that even though you went to school with Jaehyun, and Sicheng was right next to the two of you, they were mobsters after all and you shouldn’t let yourself feel like you were safe. Because you weren’t. You hadn’t seen them in five years and a lot of things could change in five years, hell, a lot of things had changed in the last five years. And if they would never harm you in any way, why not just leave you in the bank?   

You kept silent, the seriousness of the situation hitting you hard and you found it hard to swallow.

“Tell me why you’re here,” Jaehyun repeated, his voice gentler this time as if he’d realised your fright.

“I’m spending a semester here but I don’t see how that’s anything to you?” you replied quietly, lowering your eyes. “And I really need to go back now, thank you. I have a job to finish and I have a morning class so please, if you’d be so kind.”

“I can’t let you do that now,” Jaehyun sighed, the anger from before slowly disappearing and it sounded like he almost felt ashamed. Taking off his beanie, Jaehyun frustratingly ran his fingers through those brown locks of his while sighing deeply. “You recognised me and you’ve seen too much. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t let you do it. The risk of you going to the police is too high.”

“I won’t say anything if you just let me-“

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t. It’s not me who made the rules. It’s too risky and we’d have to kill you,” his voice quieted down at the last part, clearly not happy with the idea of sending a bullet between your eyes, thankfully.

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sicheng flinch but you choose to ignore it; no way in hell he’d ever get your forgiveness. Sicheng was smarter than this or so you’d thought. You didn’t know whether or not to trust Jaehyun’s words but the way Sicheng didn’t interrupt clearly indicated that Jaehyun spoke nothing but the truth, as much as you wished he didn’t.

You couldn’t go home.

The urge to cry flared up inside you once again while Jaehyun spoke and you were hit with a feeling of helplessness. What were you supposed to do then? If you couldn’t go home or go to work or class… then what?

“What do you want me to do?” you whispered, hating the way your voice cracked and that you almost couldn’t keep your tears from spilling. “I-I have a job, I have r-rent to pay. A-And what about u-uni? I don’t-“

It was when Jaehyun shot forwards, upon seeing your red eyes, and pulled you into a comforting hug that you broke down completely and let the tears stream down your face. Truthfully, you wished the person hugging you were Sicheng but at the same time, you didn’t want to face the man right now. Not that Jaehyun was any better but you took the comfort offered to you despite the man behind the comfort being the reason to your sorrow.

It was really fucked up.

Jaehyun let his palm run down your hair soothingly while whispering quiet, comforting words. His other arm was placed around your waist, gently pulling you closer to his body and you let your head rest on his chest, not caring about the way your tears drenched his T-Shirt.

Jaehyun must have told Sicheng to leave them alone because when your cries had finally died down a bit and you had the courage to look up, he was nowhere to be seen. It was just Jaehyun and you in the enormous hallway.

You didn’t really want to pull away from Jaehyun and the taller man made no indication of wanting to so either. Not that you would know, but to finally have you in his arms, despite the unfortunate circumstances, was something he’d been dreaming of since your very first day in Korea almost six years ago; which was partly why he’d asked Sicheng to join.

Jaehyun’s involvement in criminal affairs had already started when he was very young and when he entered High School, and later on met you, he was well-established in the underworld. Not that he had a big position or anything being that young, but having the background he had and the family relations he had, it was almost impossible for him not to be involved.

Fuck, he’d wanted to speak with you so bad. And it shouldn’t have been a problem at all, Jaehyun knew he was extremely popular, seeing he was able to talk to really anyone and make almost everyone like him. Whether or not it was manipulation on his part or the fact that he was just very likable, it didn’t really matter in the end. What mattered was that it was extremely useful.  It was one of the reasons why his father held so high expectations for him and let him start so young. He would go places; his father had always told him that. And the worst part? He wanted to.

But he was still very young when he’d met you and therefore ignorant and extremely selfish. To him, it was love at first sight; you were everything he wanted and more. You weren’t flashy or snobbish or anything like that. To him, it seemed like you didn’t care about what anyone thought about you and instead of having a lot of friends, you stuck with a few very close friends, Sicheng being one of them. It was just so admirable to him, and in some way he envied you. And although he wanted to talk with you, oh god how much he wanted to just sit next to you and just have a conversation about nothing and everything, he always had something to do and he honestly felt frightened.

Frightened of rejection. Not that he’d ever show, he’d perfected his façade by that time.

He had tried bringing up a few conversations with you here and there but you’d seemed awfully reserved, looking like you were too afraid of speaking with him.

That look in your eye had always stuck him like a knife in the chest, each and every time.

But he was extremely selfish; despite you not showing any interest and how dangerous it would be bringing you into all of this, he didn’t care one bit. Call him foolhardy but he didn’t even think about it for one second. Everything would end up just fine, right? All that mattered was you, you, and you, fuck the consequences.

The year had passed by too quickly with no sign of improvement between the two of you and Jaehyun had begun feeling desperate. He knew you’d have to go back to your own country when the school year was over and the chances of ever seeing you again if the two of you weren’t at least friends were close to zero. And if he couldn’t get through your wall by going straight to you, he’d simply have to turn to your small group of friends. So that’s what he did.

Only a week before the end of the school year, after you hadn’t shown up to your classes for a week, Jaehyun had walked up to Sicheng in the break after their Literature Class and asked about your whereabouts. If the two of you were friends, he’d surely know why you weren’t going to school.

The boy had been understandably surprised that Jaehyun, the Jaehyun, had actually talked to him but when he’d recovered from the quick shock, he’d explained that you had to leave a few weeks earlier and that you were probably back in your home country already.

Jaehyun had felt like he’d just received a punch in the gut.

He was desperate to get in contact with you somehow and the only potential door to that would be through Sicheng, so he’d acted right away without thinking further about the potential consequences.

“Hey Sicheng. I was wondering if you’d like a job. You’ll make a lot of money, trust me. Big money.”

Looking back at it now, Jaehyun knew it’d been a really shitty move, dragging ignorant, naïve Sicheng into the business but back in High School, he felt no sense of guilt whatsoever. He just wanted a ticket to you somehow.

It just fucking sucked that you had to change your phone number when you got back home, and you weren’t on the same socials as Sicheng was.

Thankfully, Jaehyun and Sicheng had grown close over the years, despite Jaehyun not achieving his goal of getting into contact with you. Even though Sicheng was very content with being a part of the gang, Jaehyun knew he’d been really fucking selfish.

Oh well, he guessed that he still was selfish to this very day, seeing how the want and affection for you were still burning as strongly as five years ago.

He still wanted to keep you, to call you his, just as much as he wanted five years ago.

It was you sniffling vocally that snapped Jaehyun out of his thoughts. “What should I do? Where am I staying if I-I can’t go hom-home? A-Are you going to k-kill m-“

Before you could start on yet another round of intense crying, Jaehyun stepped in by kissing your forehead and gently brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Shh, please don’t worry,” he whispered while gently shushing you. “Please don’t cry, (Y/N). You’ll stay here for the time being, okay? Nothing will happen to you, I promise.”

Upon hearing his words, you couldn’t help but to burst out crying yet again – after all, you were still pretty shocked and extremely emotional, so it didn’t take much to make you bawl your eyes out.

“I-I don’t want to stay here!” you wailed, tightening your grip around his waist. “I want – I want to go home, p-please! I’m gonna fail my subjects, you’re going to m-make me fa-il.”

“Hey hey, relax! Johnny hyung and Hansol hyung are already on their way to your apartment to grab some of your stuff before the police will get there. They’ll bring your books too so you can study.”

“How – how do you know wh-where I live?” you hiccupped.

“When I brought you along, I’d already texted Mark, asking him to check stuff like that. It’s standard procedure.”

Procedure.

They were doing stuff like this regularly.

With all rationality completely gone, you shut your eyes closed and continued crying and seeking comfort in the man in front of you.

“Come on,” Jaehyun whispered gently and kissed your scalp. “Let’s get you settled and warmed up.”

You accepted the support he offered in the form of his shoulder as you leaned against his side as he led you farther into the building.

New Arrival

The clinical white room was silent as they gathered around the new arrival, her beautiful body was broken, sliced and bent beyond recognition. Yet, they still knew who she was, what she had done. Sam paced the room, anxiously furling his hands not being able to remain still. He understood the pain the broken princess must be enduring now, he would never forget that pain. The others in the room had told him it had taken five days for his body to heal after it was thoroughly wrecked, she had already been laying here motionless for six, but her body was worse, far worse. He had never expected death to be painful, not after he exhaled his last breath, he was wrong. His ruined body had come with him to this place, to the in between. It had mended, slowly and painfully but it had mended. Now it was her turn. The princess lay upon the cold metal table unable to move as her shredded skin knitted itself back together. Despite the savagery that had been unleashed upon her body, Sam had still recognised the beauty beneath it, he could tell her pallid ebony skin had once been radiant and lovely, and as she healed he found himself right. He sighed looking to others in the room. He had never truly grasped how he had ended up here, in this room surrounded by royalty and magic. It was to protect her, the ancient queen had told him, to protect the one he loved, the one he had given his life for.  That’s why they were all here, they had all given up some form of life or another to watch over her, to keep her alive, and the gods knows she did enough reckless things that she needed them. He stopped his pacing, feeling the eyes of the woman standing across the table assess him. He had been here for a year now but that gaze still stopped him in his tracks, those eyes would disarm. They were her eyes, the eyes of the one he had loved. When he was alive he had lost himself in those piercing eyes, time and time again, and here in death they still haunted him.
“It’s time.” The ancient queen announced to them.
The princess began to twitch on the table, the last of her gruesome cuts sealing and fading. The woman with his lover’s eyes grabbed the princess’ hand, holding it fiercely.
“Princess Nehemia. Thank-you for your sacrifice. Thank-you for loving my daughter” She whispered gently as the princess’ eyes shot open. 

Colours Pt. 7 (Calum)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

|| in which you are childhood friends who have grown apart, only to be brought back together again. || 

MASTERLIST  

Some cultures have come to associate this colour with death.

But Western culture has  used its colour as a symbol for purity and innocence on wedding days.  Some more often than not see it as a hue of healing, often remembering the lab coats that  hang off a doctor’s figure when stepping foot into a clinic.  But white as  a colour in itself is a balance of all colours of the spectrum representing innocence, wholeness, completion and new beginnings.”

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“Calum, sweetheart, she’s not going to bite.”

  A mother says, desperate to get her shaking child to loosen the grip he has on her leg. The small boy merely shakes his head, clinging tighter to his mother’s skin, his flushed face hidden behind the folds of her floral skirt as he peers across the room to  the equally frightened girl, her mother in the fleeting process of doing the same. 

The mother’s exchange awkward glances at the refusal of their children to cooperate. 

“Excuse me.”  

Calum’s mother apologises, taking her child’s hand gently before steering him into a more private corner. She looks behind her, giving her friend one more smile of reassurance before dropping to her knees in front of Calum, moving both of his hands gently to encase them in the warmth of her own. 

“Honey, what are you doing?” She asks, still-sweet but a slight edge to her tone to indicate her seriousness.  “I told you we’d be meeting mummy’s new friend today.” 

The small boy’s eyes sparkle with the early signs of tears, his nervousness clearly rising to a dangerously high level as he looks down-cast at the soles of his running shoes ashamed. 

“I know that mum, but…” He says, struggling to find a good reason. He looks up, making eye contact with the girl again, surprised to find that she’s watching him closely. Her small fingers are gripping the edge of a brand-new sketchbook, watching the young boy with benign interest. 

She gives the boy a soft, unsure smile making Calum flush a deeper shade of crimson, his gaze resting again on the worried eyes of his mother. 

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My Korean Skin Care Haul

I finally updated my skin care! For anyone who’s interested in how I prep my skin.

First thing you need to know is my skin type, I’m prone to acne and I have mostly normal to oily skin. I get breakouts on my forehead, my nose, cheeks and my chin. All these breakouts, I hide with concealer, blemish creams and foundation.

To treat my skin and lessen breakouts, here are my favorite skin care products from different Korean brands.

1. Etude House AC Clinic White-Trouble Bubble Cleanser

First thing you need to do is wash your face. For oily skin, I recommend that you choose water based or gel based cleanser. Try to look for products that are mild and won’t irritate your sensitive skin so much.

What I’m loving these days are foam cleansers. They’re already in foam state which means, you no longer have to foam it on your face, hence, less stress on your skin.

Plus, it doesn’t leave your skin feeling dry and stretchy. It gives a feeling of fresh and dewy skin.

Steps: 

1.Wet your face with warm water to open up pores.

2.Wash your face with cleanser for 2 minutes. 

3.Rinse it with cold water for 4 minutes.

4. Pat dry with towel/cotton shirt or you can pat dry your face with fingers and let the water be absorbed by skin.

2. Etude House Wonder Pore Freshner

Wonder Pore Freshner is my holy grail for toners. This is because it is still one of the best selling toners among Koreans.

First time I used it, it reduced my breakouts and the appearance of blackheads. It is quite pricey but, I assure you it’s all worth it.

Steps:

1. Apply small amount of toner to cotton.

2. Move cotton in circular motions paying special attention to chin, nose and cheeks (or where you are prone to whiteheads and pimples).

3. Spray it on your face when you need a refreshing.

3. Nature Republic Aloe Vera Soothing Gel

Aloe Vera Gel are new releases from your favorite Korean brand. I love this one from Nature Republic because it smells so good and it’s the cheapest among the brands.

I use this as a moisturizer and sort of a spot on gel to my pimples. It lessens the redness of my skin and calms it.

You can also use it for your hair and body!

4. Etude House Eye’s Cream

I use it mainly for my under eyes when I feel like my eyes are tired and before going to sleep. It’s a roll-on and its small so it’s very handy to bring.

5. Etude House AC Clinic Intense Pink Powder Water and Pink Powder Spot

I swear by these two products to remove my pimples. I use the water during the day and the powder spot before I go to sleep.

It dries us your pimples and lightens the spots. Its non-comedogenic meaning, you won’t get breakouts from your other breakouts. Like have you ever experienced a pimple growing beside your existing pimple because you irritated it? That won’t happen because it does not only heals pimples, it prevents them from spreading.

Well I’m happy it works on me. :)

6. Nature Republic Charcoal Mask

I use this once or twice a week, when I feel like I have so much gunk on face even after washing. It leaves my skin feeling smooth and clean.

This is the perfect mask if you are prone to whiteheads and blackheads or if you want your pores to tighten.

7. Face masks, patches and strips

And last but not the least, you need weekly or even daily pampering by using face masks. You can also try patches for your specific problems. Like if you have puffy eyes, use eye patches. If you have blackheads, you can use pore strips.

And that’s it! That sums up my skin care routine. I hope you learned something from this! And if you could recommend more Korean skin care products, I would love to hear about it!

I will be posting my Korean Make Up haul next. Stay posted! :)

I just kinda want to get this in before tomorrow kills us.  I’ll warn you now, it’s an Arima appreciation post.  I’d also like to point out that I didn’t even like Arima until the Christmas chapter, but I’ve come to see how valuable he is as a character, just in time for the Arima pain tomorrow.  Joy.

Anyway, I think it’s unfair to disregard Arima as a cold, uncaring machine.  He’s obviously more complex than that, and I personally can’t wait to get more information regarding his childhood.  

I can see why some might wonder why Jack Arima smiled a lot and seemed more personable, but current Arima is just kinda…uninteresting?  Well, I don’t think that’s it.  He’s older, and more subdued (which is crazy, because he was subdued in Jack too), but I don’t think he’s any less personable than he was before.  He’s certainly not a socialite, I don’t think he’s terribly concerned about being liked (though I’m absolutely positive that he’s terribly lonely), but he clearly has people he is fond of.  

Haise, for example.  He looks so…gentle in this panel.  It amazes me how Mr. Massive-and-Sadistic can look so…fatherly.  I think this is the panel that really got me interested in Arima as a character.  I used to hate him.  Seriously.  I thought he was a cold, distant bastard, especially in the first series when I was getting impatient with the CCG parts (I wanted to see the ghouls, because fuck the CCG).  Seidou and Akira got me out of hating the CCG, but I still disliked Arima quite a bit.  Until I saw him interacting with Haise, like in this panel.

And Ui can only relax around Arima, which says a lot about both characters, I think.  And clearly Arima feels a similar affection toward his former subordinate, as shown in the panels before this set.

Look at Arima’s face.  It’s calm, perhaps blank, but not at all stern or severe like he has a tendency to be.  He even warns Ui to be careful and not get too reckless, which is interesting when you look at what Ui says after that.  Arima used to let him put himself in danger, perhaps because Arima knew he could help him if Ui got in too deep.  He clearly doesn’t think of Ui as incompetent, he’s just worried cuz he won’t be there with him.  

And just look at how…cute he is here, again interacting with Haise.  He’s cute.  What the hell?

And look at how sad.  He makes you want to hug him.  I never thought that before the Christmas chapter in :re.

He just looks so damn lonely.  And I think Haise’s “betrayal” is going to hurt him.  And that’s so fucking sad, because I think Arima has always just wanted someone he could write down in a testament.  Someone he cares about that would be sad if he died.  Someone he could leave his stuff to if he actually were to die.

Anyway, like who you want of course, this is just my opinion.  Just trying to get a little Arima appreciation in before we all descend into hell tomorrow lol.

anonymous asked:

what color scrubs you like wearin?

dark blue so i can pretend i’m a grey sloan attending but i have to wear white for my clinicals

The first thing Hawke notices when he wakes is the brightness. Even before he opens his eyes, he’s aware of it. It makes him not want to open his eyes, to pull the covers over his head against it and go back to sleep.

The only thing that makes him open his eyes is the realisation that this isn’t his bed, too hard, that he feels odd and fuzzy. Is he ill?

Cracking an eye open reveals a white room, and that’s confusing enough that he opens both eyes.

He doesn’t recognise the room. He’s never been here before but it’s obvious where he is. With the clinical whiteness it couldn’t be anything else: he’s in hospital.

Feeling mystified as to why he’s here Hawke tries to sit up, but shockwaves of red pain arc through him, and he has to lie back down, breathing hard.

“Take it easy there,” Varric says, and Hawke lets his head fall to the side.

“Varric?” Short, sturdy and quick with both a grin and a gun, he’s Hawke’s partner in the Kirkwall PD, and the best friend a man could ask for.

“The one and only.”

Varric is sat in an uncomfortable looking chair by Hawke’s side. He looks tired, but then that’s not really a surprise. Most cops do, especially with the state of Kirkwall these days.

Settling back in his chair and folding his arms, Varric asks, “What do you remember?“ 

Hawke tries to think, but there’s no dots to connect that might lead him to a hospital bed.

"Last I remember was sitting at my desk.”

Varric sighs and rubs his eyes. “You’ve been shot, Hawke.”

A few seconds pass. “Well, shit.”

“Exactly.”

Hawke looks down at himself, lifting the bedsheets. Underneath he’s wearing a hospital gown - very stylish - that hides any bandages. As Hawke carefully runs a hand over his stomach he knows instantly that it’s a gut shot. He can feel the dressings beneath the gown. There’s not much pain - some, but most of it is buried under a gauzy blanket of painkillers. Nothing distinct, no sharpness. Hawke supposes he should be grateful.

“What happened?”

“The Arishok.”

The obvious suspect. A gang leader with weird notions about religion and philosophy and a tendency to violence. 

A noise from Hawke’s other side catches his attention. He looks, moving as little as possible, and then stares.

Sitting by his side in another of the uncomfortable-looking chairs is Fenris.

Hawke’s ex-partner in every sense of the word. As always, the sight of him makes Hawke ache, in a different, more painful way than the gunshot.

Fenris is all in black, curled up in his chair with his chin resting against his chest, fast asleep.

“He’s not left your side since you got out of surgery,” Varric says quietly. “I thought you two broke up?”

They did break up, right after they slept together. Fenris left him, the weight of his own baggage too much for him to carry, and he refused Hawke’s offer of help. That doesn’t mean Hawke cares for him any less, and it seems that maybe the same is true for Fenris.

Where that leaves them, Hawke doesn’t know. 

“It’s complicated,” Hawke murmurs, still looking at Fenris. He looks gorgeous - tired but gorgeous.

Varric snorts - he’s known Hawke long enough not to be surprised.

Then Fenris stirs at the noise, lifting his head. His eyes flutter open, and his gaze lands on Hawke.

“You’re awake,” he whispers, and the relief in his eyes is both painful and sweet.

“I’ll, ah, leave you not-exactly-lovebirds to it,” Varric says, and heads out of the room to leave Hawke alone with Fenris, something he’s been avoiding for months.

But now, in a hospital bed after a near-death experience, Hawke’s not sure why.

He looks at Fenris; Fenris looks at him. The silence stretches out until Hawke has to break it.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, and winces at the accusatory tone he hears in his voice.

Fenris’s eyes narrow, and the twist of his lips makes Hawke tense for a sharp comment. But the Fenris sighs and shakes his head. When he looks at Hawke again there are shadows in his eyes. “When I heard you were hurt I - I’ve never been so afraid in my life, Hawke. If I lost you- But I’ve already lost you-”

He did - he pushed Hawke away. He broke Hawke’s damn heart. But he also owns Hawke’s heart, holding the fragile thing in his tattooed hands. That’s something that’s not going to change any time soon.

Hawke reaches out - carefully, carefully - to take one of those hands, and Fenris blinks at him.

“You haven’t lost me; I’m right here, Fenris. If you want me.”

Fenris looks at him for a very long moment, and Hawke isn’t sure what to expect. But then he smiles, warm as a spring day, and then leans in to kiss him very gently, and Hawke considers that answer enough.

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This is a sort of sequel to the cop AU I wrote for the advent calendar.

okay but bucky wearing white in that last scene. the fact that he’s always been colored as the shadow to steve’s gold, the dark to steve’s light, literally wearing black leather for most of winter soldier, and nondescript dark colors throughout civil war…

this scene, where he’s hoping for peace, where t’challa is hoping to give him some peace, is so sad. but it’s also…serene, in a way? i know the white should lend a clinical feel, but for me, it sort of sends the message of turning a page in bucky’s story. whereas he’s been looking for redemption and safety for so long, longing to step into the light, here…he has. he can. he will.

not to mention the white, to me, is such a great contrast to the dark that steve is wearing. now it’s steve’s turn in the dark, operating in the shadows, misunderstood by society. 

like. i may be reading too deeply into things, but i gotta work with what they actually gave us, ya know?

Aether Foundation vs Team Skull

I trust the Aether Foundation about as far as i can throw their pretty white clinical private island.

If urban Team Skull just ends up being the EVILE team defeated by the Player Character with help of the rich corporate foundation it would be very disappointing, and lazy.

Sure Team Skull is unapologetically a team that does bad things like theft, and poaching. But it would be more interesting for them to go through a character arc, and for their grievances with the current system be addressed. 

After all they are still people who fell through cracks in the system, and became a gang to form their own supportive family.

I’m just saying that the rest of the pokemon games have portrayed Punk/Urban trainers as sympathetic/cool, it would be a strange departure for them to just turn around and villainize them.

something to warm up, it’s been a while since i’ve drawn anything bc whooeeeeee what is time when there is work hours??? @.@

also i’m gonna need winter schnee to step on me immediately

her concept art doesn’t have glasses but idgaf. glasses for winter schnee