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I Got You On My Mind [Part 6]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.

Word count: 1.9k words

Originally posted by jungxook

When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.

“Y/N?”

“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”

“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”

“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”

“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”

“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.


Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.

So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.

You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.

One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.

“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”

Again.

No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.

“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”

You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.

“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.

“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”

“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.

“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”

“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”

“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”

Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”

“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”

“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”

“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”

“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”

You looked away guiltily.


When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.

Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.

“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”

“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”

“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”

“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.

“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.

“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.

Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.

“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”

“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.

“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.

Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.

“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”

“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”

“Then why did you say what you did?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”

“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who  had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.

“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!

anonymous asked:

Do you ever ust think, "Holy shit. Stephen Amell is so fucking hot i cant even.." cuz like I do. All. The. Damn. Time. Or I randomly think about the perfection that is olicity and openly (and maybe weirdly) grin, smile, or laugh in public. A lot.

My brain totally fried after “Holy shit. Stephen Amell is so fucking hot i cant even..”. Fangirl down!

You mean like when he does this thing with his face?

Or when he does things with his forearms? Like seriously who the fuck has sexy forearms?

Or when he does things with the suits he wears? And did I mention that face? The mention of the face and the neck and the veins and the eyes is default from now on.

Or the suspenders?

Or are you talking about the way he keeps tugs those drawstrings up?

Nah! You must be talking about this cruelty.

Or maybe this?

Or was it this?

Words fail me, I tell you. When it comes to this man,

It’s only because he can be doing something like this

or this (which is just heavy breathing for goodness’ sake)

And it would result in this. 

Every single time.  God was sipping the best wine when he created this man and unleashed him on us mere mortals. And the moment I decide I need to stop for a second, he’ll decide to look like this.

And this is a torture scene, for heaven’s sake! 

How is a girl supposed to live?

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‘Am I ready?’ 'For now.’ (dedicated to mymargulies)

Late night park date

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: You x Seokjin

Synopsis: To clear your head every night, you would go to the park and stare at the stars -or lack of- in the sky. One night, you weren’t alone. You were mesmerized by him. And it turns out, he was by you too.

Word Count: 1866


The park was enveloped in silence at this time of night. That was why you always came here. Dark nights, bright stars and nothing to disturb you. But tonight, you weren’t alone.

Over the other side of the park, was a lone body, sat on a bench with a mask covering their face. They were only just close enough for you to make out the silhouette of their body, they were slim, they obviously worked out, broad shoulders and the body shape of a man, probably in their twenties. However, you couldn’t tell what he was doing.

You on the other hand, were trying to pry your eyes away from him and swung silently. When your eyes left his frame, you looked up to the starry sky and admired what was there. Not many stars could be seen, and the ones you could see, were just white dots blended in with the dull grey sky. In your head, you cursed the species that took away the stars from the naked eye. Humans. Although, you were one of those dammed humans who polluted the sky to take away the precious stars.

“Beautiful hu?” The smooth voice startled you and you turned to see it was the man who caught your attention.

“Quite the opposite actually.” You muttered, making his eyes widen.

“Oh…” He trailed off and started to swing on the swing next to you.

“They would be beautiful. But light pollution covers up the beauty that would be there.” You ranted intellectually.

“I guess.” He started, then turned to you completely. “But look at how hard they’re trying to shine through it all. They’re still shining through. They’re so strong, give them some credit.” A serious e expression took over his face as he leaned towards you seriously.

“I’m Y/N.” You laughed, extending a hand towards him to shake. Earning a smile and a firm handshake as a reward.

“Seokjin.” He laughed, before leaning back in the swing and pushing off lightly into a sway. You did the same, staring up at the stars and thinking about what he had said. “So, what’re you doing here so late at night?” He asked, not looking at you, but looking at the stars.

“Just came here to think. I do it a lot.”

“Really? I never usually see you.” His eyebrows raised but he still didn’t look at you.

“You come here often?” You asked.

“Yeah, usually earlier than this though.” He smiled, “That’s probably why I don’t see you.”

“Probably.”

Falling into silence again, you swung in unison with Seokjin. It was a comfortable silence, and the perfect night to go with it. Warm air nipped at your skin as a light wind brushed through your hair. The grass swayed in the breeze and the whole park was silent apart from the occasional squeak of one of your swings.

“What do you come to think about?” The silence was broken by his sweet, comforting voice.

“Just stuff. Reflect on my day. Take a time out from everything, technology, stress, and just sit here, swinging, thinking.” You told him earning a satisfied nod.

“Me too…” He sighed before standing up and stopping in front of you. “Well… I’m going to get a drink. Care to join me?” He asked boldly. You laughed and looked up at his serious expression.

Shrugging, deciding there were worse things to do, you said, “Sure why not.” And stood up, following him out of the park.

Going to a coffee shop with a stranger wasn’t usually a good idea, let alone at this time of night. But something about the boy told you that it was okay to trust him. There was a look in his eyes that showed authenticity. So, you trusted him.

You arrived at a secluded coffee shop not far away from the park and he took you over to a table in the corner. Not that it mattered, it was completely empty.

“What do you want?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you.

“Urm… anything.” You sat down in the seat he pulled out and thanked him with a nod of your head.

“Okay.” Walking off to order your drinks, he flashed you a smile.

You could hear every word of the conversation he had with the worker as he made your drinks. He sounded like a regular. The man behind the counter sounded not shocked to see him, but shocked that he wasn’t alone. Their conversation was normal and not awkward at all. Maybe they were friends? That seemed likely.

Drinks in hand, he said goodbye to the man and came back over to you, placing the drink on the table in front of you and taking a seat opposite you. Then, you repeated the question you asked earlier.

“You come here often?” He smirked at your question as the man called to ask Seokjin to close up for him and left the keys on the counter.

“Every night after I’ve been to the park.” He nodded and sipped his drink. Somehow, he made even drinking a drink look cool and sexy. Silently admiring his perfect face, you sipped your own drink. Your stare made him smirk to himself and look out the window. You could tell that he knew of his good looks just by looking at the way he embraced them.

“So, Y/N.” He turned to face you and leaned his elbows on the table, “Tell me about yourself.”

You did exactly as he said, you told him about your boring job, your love for nature and all things beautiful, and you even went on a rant about how humanity were ruining all things beautiful. He started at your face the whole time and didn’t interrupt once. You knew he was listening to every word you were saying, which you appreciated. Most people usually tuned out.

When you finished your rant, he stared at you for a little longer before leaning back against the wood lined walls behind him. “I agree with you on some things. But on the other hand, look at the beauty of technology. Look at what we can do with what the Earth gives us! We can turn sound waves into music, metal into wires. We can do whatever we want with whatever we have! We are a truly magnificent species Y/N, don’t underestimate us.”

His reply caught you completely off guard. Not only did he listen to what you said. He took it all in. He didn’t just nod in agreement and change the subject. He argued. He took what you said, thought about it, and came up with a reply of his own.

Dumbfounded, you started at him with your mouth open. Who was this man with a gorgeous face, smart brain and who listened to you?!

Laughing at your expression, he added, “What?”

“Y-you listened to me.” You stuttered in amazement.

“Well of course I listened!” He stated mater-or-factly. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because no one does. They usually tune out and nod along.” You admitted.

“Well, I would never do that. Believe it or not, I love listening to you talk, even if you are offending me and my ‘species’” He said making you laugh.

You thanked him and continued to drink your coffee, while talking about random things, disagreeing on some which caused good debates and agreeing on others that caused loud conversations and smiley nods.

Eventually, you both finished your coffee and it got too late for you to stay out talking anymore. No matter how much you wanted to keep talking forever. You thanked him for the drink and he told you that the guy was his best friend anyway so he got it for free. His openness made you laugh as you pulled on your jacket.

“Let me walk you home.” He suggested as he pulled on his own jacket.

“Okay.” Was all you said as you waited for him.

The walk to your house was more comfortable than you imagined. You talked like you did in the coffee shop and laughed most of the way back. The smiles that he flashed you with and without knowing were truly magnificent. The ones that he tried to hide were your favourite. When you said something and he smiled at the ground admiring the way you talked and the sound of your voice.

The pathway to your house came far too early and you were more than thankful when he walked you right up to your door.

“This is me.” You laughed sadly and pointed to the door behind you. Seokjin forced a sad smile onto his face and dropped his wide shoulders.

“It has been very nice talking to you Y/N.”

“To you too.” You nodded and took your key out of your pocket and twiddling it in between your fingers.

“Do you… urm… can I have your number?” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “If you have a phone that is.” He laughed and you pulled out your small, simple phone from your back pocket before handing it to him.

He typed away at the buttons before handing it back to you.

“Call me.” He smirked as he started to walk down the pathway away from your house.

“Wait!” You shouted, jumping down the steps that lead towards your door and landing just in front of him as he spun round. Your hands immediately flew to his t shirt as you pulled him down to your level and pressed your lips against his. Your actions shocked him at first, but after a few seconds of recovery, he relaxed and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer towards him. His lips moved in sync with yours and eventually so did his tongue. Your fists left his t shirt and wrapped around the back of his neck. Soon, your bodies felt like they were one and you had both completely melted into the kiss. The fingers at your hips started to dig in so hard you were sure there were going to be bruises, but yours at his neck made up for it because they were doing the same to the space between his hair and t shirt.

Eventually, the air that you were sharing was no longer enough and you were forced to break away. Although, you didn’t go far. His hair covered forehead rested against yours as you stared into each other’s eyes, catching your breath.

Cough cough.

Spinning around, you saw your best friend/house mate leaning against the doorframe, tutting at you. Red flushed your cheeks and Seokjin’s embarrassed laugh could be heard behind you.

“I-urm… It’s.” You stuttered, frantically pointing between you and Seokjin.

“Get in.” Your best friend nodded towards your house, smirking. You nodded and picked up a jog towards her.

“I’ll call you!” You called, turning around slightly to see him still stood their speechless. He nodded and turned away to leave.

“It was nice meeting you!” Your best friend shouted down the road causing you to burst out into laughter as she slammed the door shut and smirked at you knowingly.

“Shut up.” You giggled. Then both of you burst into fits of laughter.

As the dear submitter titled this photographic wonder: “COWBOY. DENIM. WHORE.” And yes. Truer word were never spoken. Let’s analyse it bit by bit, shall we??

1. COWBOY: well, dear Thomas, it certainly looks like you escaped from some far west movie set, with those very cowboyish boots, plaid patterned shirt and jeans, slumped on the floor as if you owned the fucking place (LOOK AT ALL THAT SWAAAAAGGG, PEOPLE). You are only missing the horse. Maybe you could call Joey in?

2. DENIM: yes, well, I think it speaks for itself doesn’t it? Even if denim on denim hadn’t recently made a weird comeback, you sure know how to wear it darling. The Louis Vuitton shirt you are wearing (yes, for those of you who thought the brand only made expensive bags and purses, apparently it also designs dingy looking denim plaid shirts) is not exactly my cup of tea, but you make up for it by having rolled up the sleeves, thus showcasing your delicious forearms (who would have thought forearms could be so erotic?). Those jeans however… O gosh, they are pure fucking perfection (read further as to why on the “WHORE” section below).

3. WHORE: THOMAS YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SIT LIKE THAT, WITH YOUR LEGS WIDE OPEN AND YOUR CROTCH AREA ON DISPLAY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE?? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! IT FUCKING ISN’T! YOU CERTAINLY ARE THE WHORIEST WHORE TO EVER WHORE! I MEAN THOSE TROUSERS ARE A THING OF SIN! I CAN SEE YOUR BUTT CHEEKS PERFECTLY OUTLINED! IS THAT NORMAL OR SHOULD I BE CONCERNED.

But in all seriousness, Thomas. Wear those jeans always, if you can bear the tightness around the crotchular section (if you cannot bear it, wear them anyways. God knows you’ve destroyed enough ovaries…)

more-than-unorthodox  asked:

"There is no way you would ever understand, Chris! You're being a child." Tony said and kept moving around his lab, trying his best to not lose precious time. "On top of that, This actually has nothing to do with you, so what I don't understand is why you feel that your displeasure with what I'm doing is going to change my mind."

“I’m just trying to help.” Chris said. “Give you advice and whatnot, it’s what I do. Tony, you’re gonna face a lot of things that could ruin your career. You should at least accept help.”

an ATL member sets you two up [5sos muke preference] - requested by anon

person in parentheses is who sets you up. 

Luke (Alex): 

5SOS have been on tour with the boys of All Time Low for a few months now, and Alex, your older brother, flew you out to come and see him for a few weeks. Anyone with working eyes could see that Luke had the hots for you, and vice versa. Well, except you two. The both of you had no idea about the sexual tension surrounding you. Neither one of you knew that the other stole longing, lustful glances at the other when they weren’t looking. One day, Alex had gotten fed up with it and decided to take matters into his own hands.

When your brother had taken you out to lunch one day, he decided that subtleties wasn’t the way to go about this; he was going to have to be blunt as hell to you to get the point across.  

“I know you want Luke.” he told you, making you nearly spit out the piece of cake you were stuffing your face with. A blush spread across your face madly, while you tried to splutter out some kind of disagreeing statement.

“What? I don’t – Luke and I aren’t – I’m not –” you tried explaining, hiding your face behind your hands before groaning loudly. Alex always had to ruin things.

“I’m cool with it. He wants you, too.”  Alex looked at you, a mischievous look spreading across his face. “In fact, here he comes now.”

You turned around to see Luke coming towards your table with a wide grin across his face. As soon as he was in reach, he cupped your face in his large hands, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before turning towards Alex.

“Thanks, man.” Luke smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it. If you hurt her, though, I’ll cut off your dick and sell it on Craigslist.”

Michael (Jack):

@JackAllTimeLow: @Michael5SOS has a little crush and her name is y/n ;) #imdoingyouafavorbuddy

Michael wanted to murder Jack for posting that. During a little drunk quality time with his friend, Michael’s tongue had somehow loosened enough to reveal that he has major feelings for you. In the middle between condemning Jack to hell and wanting to bang his head into a wall, Michael’s phone rang, the caller ID flashing with a picture of you posing with Michael’s snapback and guitar.

“Dear god,” Michael groaned to himself, expecting the worse before picking up. 

“Hello?” he tried to sound as calm as possible, but he was sweating bullets and oh god did his voice shake?

“I’m outside your door, dumbass, open up.” you said simply, sounding irritated. 

Before Michael could get another word out, you hung up, yelling through the door - “I’m cold as hell out here! Do you want your girlfriend to freeze?”

Michael staggered in his steps for a second. Girlfriend? Did that mean what he thought it meant?

He slowly went to open the door, a small smile coming to his face when he saw you. You were wearing a black ‘Clifford’ baseball tee, a birthday gift from Michael, and he was now mentally patting himself on the back for getting it form-fitting.

Michael didn’t have the chance to say anything before you were walking through the door, throwing your arms over his neck and pressing your lips to his in a passionate, fiery kiss.

“You’re taking me out for a date Friday night, just so you know.” you muttered against his lips, smirking.

“Yes ma'am,” Michael chuckled, biting into your bottom lip gently. “Remind me to call Jack and thank him properly later.”