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Fun Fact: I actually changed the tense of the piece because I didn’t like how it sounded in present tense HAHA. Anyway, enjoy reading :))

— Erin

Summary: You’re a part of the secretive TENET organization, whose sole purpose is to protect the present from attacks from the future. But when a particular target, Kim Youngkyun, manages to evade you in each mission, you know something is wrong.

So to save the present, you might have to kill what remains of your own humanity.

Chapters: 1) The Burning Building

2) Linear Terms

3) Cat and Mouse

???

Genre: Sci-fi, action, adventure, thriller, slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, angst, non-idol!AU

Word Count: 2,499

You’re glad you brought your knives with you, you thought as you stepped into the strobing lights of the gallery party. Within the large room, gunshots would echo far too loud, giving you away much too easily. Out of instinct, you patted the sheaths for your weapons that sat just beneath your wine red dress, the dress that your employer, Taeyeon, had insisted on buying for you. She’d even added a small smile and a “There’s no need to pay me back”, as she handed the dress to you the other week.

It was almost like she knew you wouldn’t see her again.

But it wasn’t the time to worry about whether or not you would get out of there in one piece. Your gaze swept over the gray-toned gallery, taking in the patrons sitting at the bar in the far corner, as well as those at the small tables scattered around the space, and others who were busy “dancing”. (They weren’t really dancing. More like getting up into each other’s personal space.) Of course, there were those who are thoroughly absorbed in the art, occasionally making small talk with others about the pieces they were interested in.

One of those people was going to slip poison into a particular person’s drink. A particularly powerful person. Taeyeon had gotten word that there would be an assassination attempt on the heir of a powerful electric company, Cha Eunwoo, so she’d sent you in to stop it. To assassinate the assassin. Thankfully, you’d caught a glimpse of the heir almost immediately, but you knew you couldn’t approach him too swiftly, lest you alert whoever was going to attempt to kill him.

So after a moment of silent observation, you grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and began to stalk through the crowd. And not a few moments after you started to move, you know you were being tailed. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t prepared for that exact situation, though. As you were observing the party, you weren’t just searching for the target, but also for ways to evade capture. Or death. Coming out of the mission alive would be nice, too.

Something that had caught your eye was a large display of broken glass, which stood suspended by near invisible strings hanging down from the ceiling. Each string was attached to a circular disk attached to the ceiling, which spun in such a way that the iridescent strobe lights reflected off each piece, creating a beautiful display of light. It also gave you the chance to see whoever it was that was tailing you. Not moving any faster, you made your way over to the display, just in time to see someone shove through the crowd just behind you.

Even with the adrenaline pumping into your veins, you didn’t dare to turn to face them. To show that you were afraid the mission would be botched before you could even make contact with Eunwoo.

“A beautiful piece, isn’t it?” The man (you realized), spoke in Korean, his deep tone sliding over your skin and raising goosebumps up and down your arms.

“Indeed”, you replied, and as one of the glass shards began to turn towards you, you finally saw the man’s face. He had the looks of a model, with a razor-sharp jawline and long hair that had been pulled back into a bun. If only to accentuate his stunning appearance, he was in a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, displaying his muscular arms. He didn’t need to sneak a weapon in here, you realized, he was probably capable of taking you out with his bare hands, or a knife similar to your own. And considering he hadn’t already stuck one into your back, he was merely the distraction while his team got to Eunwoo.

There was nothing left to do but go for the shock factor.

You turned to face him, hand already slipping down for the knife on your right thigh even as you stepped closer, bringing yourself nearly chest to chest with the man.

“Your team is smart, leaving you as the diversion. Any lesser person might’ve even fallen for it.” You could tell by the stiffening of his body that he was startled. The moment couldn’t go to waste, for you weren’t sure when, or even if, you could catch him off guard again. So with a fluid motion, you unsheathed your knife, swung it forward, and-

Before you could plunge the blade into his stomach like you’d planned to, though, he caught your wrist in a firm grip, twisting it. The knife fell to the ground with a barely audible clatter. “We live in a twilight world.”

And then, even as all hell broke loose, you were stunned into silence.

Going into the mission, Taeyeon had given you a single phrase, one that you hadn’t heard of until she spoke it into your life.

“We live in a twilight world”, she’d said.

The phrase only Eunwoo was supposed to understand when you’d made contact.

Gunshots rang out from the direction you know your target was seated, and you cursed under your breath, desperately trying to pull away from the man. His grip was like a vice, even as the partygoers scrambled toward the exits, some even towards the windows.

“We live in a twilight world,” he reiterated, in English this time, but to you, it was laughable that he thought he’d get the correct response.

“Eat shit,” you muttered instead. The handle was warm in your palm as you used your free hand to grab at the knife on your left side, but once again, the man was fast, if not faster than you. He brought his arms up in front of him, and he let out a hiss of pain as the blade slashed his upper arm. Or perhaps it’d been a hiss of disdain, since he’d given you an opening, and you dove for your discarded knife just as he lunged for you.

The second you hit the ground, you twisted around, kicked out, and tripped the man to the floor. He went down hard, landing on his injured arm, and you scrambled up as he clutched at it, pushing through the crowd, hoping against hope that Eunwoo-

Your thoughts and plans evaporated as you ran smack into the very man at the center of them, and a breath of relief escaped you as he helped you up.

“We live in a twilight world.” He nodded grimly.

“And there are no friends at dusk.”

With that, you were off, leading him towards the back entrance you’d spotted while trying to shake off the man who’d been trailing you. Somehow, impossibly, you managed to make it there with no further mishaps, but despite that fact, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Like it was too easy, other than the fact that you’d been attacked.

You swung the back door open, and were instantly met with three more men, all Korean, and all as drop dead gorgeous as the first had been.

“Idiot.” You spun, coming face to face with the first man, and you didn’t have time to react before the sound of a trigger, the prick of a dart in your back, and then darkness.

———

The first thought you had when you awoke was not to survey your surroundings. Not to struggle against the cuffs that held your wrists and ankles just a little too tightly.

It was to think about Taeyeon, and the agents she’d send if you hadn’t gotten out of there before the time that you’d set with her. The time she trusted that you would complete the mission by.

As your vision filtered back into focus, you glanced at the clock on the wall opposite you. 11:46 PM. Sixteen minutes after the designated time.

The door behind you clicked open, and you cursed. Of course they’d set you up in this dingy room, barely more than a glorified closet, with your back to the door. “Looks like you fell for it.” The sound of the man’s voice set off a spark of anger somewhere within you, and you gritted your teeth, refusing to speak.

As you did so, you remembered the cyanide pill that sat against your cheek. Your last resort out of the situation, to protect the company that employed you. To protect Taeyeon, who was expecting her first child soon.

The space you were in was barely large enough for the man to pull up a chair opposite you, and even then, his knees were nearly brushing yours. Enough space for you to launch a counterattack at him, and he and his team knew this. They thought they were so goddamn smart, and that pissed you off.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“You first.”

The man chuckled, and the small smile that passed over his face only served to make him more attractive. It turned your stomach to think of how many of his past victims he must have lured in with his looks alone.

“I’m Hwiyoung.”

He stumbled over the introduction, very slightly, but it didn’t matter. You’d caught it.

“That’s not your real name.”

“You won’t be alive long enough to find out what it is.”

A beat of silence passed, and you drew in a breath. Given the way he leaned forward, “Hwiyoung” probably expected you to speak. Instead, you spat on his shiny black shoes.

“My wish for you to eat shit still stands.” “Hwiyoung” let the following quiet grow much too awkward, and then, to your disgust, grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His gaze seemed to travel deep within your conscience, far past the level of intimidation to something almost like… familiarity.

In a similar way, your disgust transcended a mere knee-jerk reaction as his thumb pressed against your lips. If you were any less of a human, you’d probably bite him.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, and suddenly, you knew. He must have seen the silver flash of the cyanide when you opened your mouth to spit. Either way, there was no way in hell you’d let yourself be subject to this treatment any longer, and a long-suppressed memory resurfaced. If you were to ever find yourself in a situation like this, even with your arms and legs tied, you could still move.

So that’s exactly what you did. “Hwiyoung” didn’t expect it when you opened your mouth, but before he could extract the pill, you jerked your head back, shifting it to the back of your throat. His eyes widened, and the last thing you saw before falling unconscious was the pure rage on his face.

——

Death felt surprisingly like a hospital bed. You’d found yourself in one of them many, many times before, so you wouldn’t be surprised if you encountered one more in the afterlife. But as your eyes fluttered open, you knew you weren’t dead by the headache that flared behind your temples, brought on by the bright lights of… wherever you were.

“Oh.” The beeping of the monitor next to you sped up a good amount as you jumped, looking up at the source of the voice. At first glance, you sincerely believed it was another of Hwiyoung’s gang members, but from whatever look you’d had, the woman shook her head. She was Asian, and stunningly gorgeous, her straight black hair pulled into a high ponytail. She was the kind of pretty that could bring a man, or woman, to their knees without even needing to speak a word. “Glad to see you’re with us. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Joohyun, but people call me Irene.” You cringed, not needing to know why, but she decided to say it anyway, “It’s easier, apparently.”

“Nice to meet you, Joohyun. I’m-“

“We know who you are, Y/N.” She straightened up from where she stood leaning against the wall of… seriously, where the hell were you? “What we don’t know is how you survived.”

Her words gave you pause in your readied response, because Joohyun was right. How had you survived the cyanide pill?

“Dunno. Maybe I just have an immunity to lethal chemicals.”

Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly, but she didn’t smile or laugh at your joke, instead gesturing to a small paper cup of water that sat on the small tray next to you. Nodding your thanks, you took a sip, but nearly spit it back out as she said, “The pill was purposely faulty. I meant to say, how did you survive SF9?”

So that was their name. SF9.

Honestly, it sounded dorky. Not really a name that would strike fear into the hearts of whoever heard it. But the truth of the matter was that-

“I… I don’t know.” You hated not knowing. Not knowing meant others, maybe a lot of others, were smarter than you. And in your line of business, not knowing might leave you dead. Like, actually dead.

Joohyun sighed. “The gallery was a test, Y/N. You ran into the burning building with no hesitation. Metaphorical, of course. And we’d had it all planned up until you came into contact with Hwiyoung.”

The questions beginning to pile up strained your still bleary mind.

“Who’s we?”

For whatever reason, Joohyun smiled a small, fond smile, and folded her hands together, interlacing her fingers.

“We’re Tenet. Combine the name with this gesture,” she nodded towards her hands, “and it’ll open a lot of doors. Mostly the right ones, but if you’re lucky, some of the wrong ones, too.”

You didn’t think that would be luck.

Now, for your second question.

“Where am I?” From what you’d managed to gather, you were somewhere cold, but that’d been it. There was a heater in the corner of the room, and thick blankets covered your, yep, hospital bed.

“A cabin up in Norway. And as far as the government is concerned, no one lives here,” Joohyun explained, and you nodded slowly, still trying your hardest to process all of this. “I’ll be heading out soon. There’s a town about a ten minute drive away, and you’ve got some fake IDs and such in the kitchen. We’ll call for you when the time comes.”

Wait. Joohyun couldn’t leave yet.

“What about Hwiyoung? How’d you get me out of there if it hadn’t been a part of your…” you scrambled for the word, “initiation test?” She grimaced as she turned away from the doorway to face you again.

“A lot of blood, sweat, and tears from some of our best agents.”

“They’re alive.” Not a question. A statement. You weren’t sure how well you’d take it if people you didn’t know had sacrificed themselves for you.

“Yes.”

“Tell me about Hwiyoung.”

After a veryyyy long time of not having written anything on here, let alone post, I finally had some inspiration thanks to SF9’s Tear Drop, their cover of Taemin’s Move, and the Christopher Nolan movie Tenet. If the premise of this AU seems confusing at first, that’s okay: it’s meant to be that way, haha. For now, enjoy this teaser, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged when the first chapter comes out! :)

— Erin

Summary: You’re a part of the secretive TENET organization, whose sole purpose is to protect the present from attacks from the future. But when a particular target, Kim Youngkyun, manages to evade you in each and every mission, you know something is wrong.

So to save the present, you might have to kill what remains of your own humanity.

Chapters: 1) The Burning Building

2) Linear Terms

3) Cat and Mouse

???

Genre: Sci-fi, action, adventure, thriller, slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, angst, non-idol!AU

Even with the adrenaline pumping into your veins, you didn’t dare to turn to face them. To show that you were afraid the mission would be botched before you could even make contact with Eunwoo.

“A beautiful piece, isn’t it?” The man (you realized), spoke in Korean, his deep tone sliding over your skin and raising goosebumps up and down your arms.

“Indeed”, you replied, and as one of the glass shards began to turn towards you, you finally saw the man’s face. He had the looks of a model, with a razor-sharp jawline and long hair that had been pulled back into a bun. If only to accentuate his stunning appearance, he was in a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, displaying his muscular arms. He didn’t need to sneak a weapon in here, you realized, he was probably capable of taking you out with his bare hands, or a knife similar to your own. And considering he hadn’t already stuck one into your back, he was merely the distraction while his team got to Eunwoo.

There was nothing left to do but go for the shock factor.

You turned to face him, hand already slipping down for the knife on your right thigh even as you stepped closer, bringing yourself nearly chest to chest with the man.

“Your team is smart, leaving you as the diversion. Any lesser person might’ve even fallen for it.” You could tell by the stiffening of his body that he was startled. The moment couldn’t go to waste, for you weren’t sure when, or even if, you could catch him off guard again. So with a fluid motion, you unsheathed your knife, swung it forward, and-

“This will be the end of Wakanda.”

Summary: In which you, Avalathe’s strongest rookie detective, are sent to dismantle the city’s most prominent gang: Stray Kids.

Chapters: Teaser • 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • ?

Trigger Warning: Character death

Genre: Fantasy, crime, eventual romance, action, mystery

Word Count: 2,261

Other Notes: The Spotify playlist for this AU is now live! Feel free to check it out and listen as you read.

Chan took one last look at his appearance in the mirror of his room and lifted his chin, forcing a smirk onto his face. He knew damn well that on the surface, he looked powerful, regal, almost. Most others saw him as the infamous by night and gracious by day Bang Chan, leader of the gang Stray Kids.

Untouchable. Invincible. Terrifying, were what the whispers said. He struck fear into the hearts of wrong-doers and inspiration into the minds of the innocent. The fire that burned within him was fuel for not only him, but for many others.

But right now, he felt everything but untouchable, invincible, and terrifying, which was admittedly terrible timing considering the “casual” dinner party that was going to occur in approximately… Chan glanced down at the watch adorning his wrist- twenty minutes. This was his one big chance to dismantle the banking organization that had been stealing money from its clients to use for their employees own private benefits, and although he knew what he had to do, it was as if Chan’s heart just wasn’t into it as it usually was.

He spun away from the mirror, and with a quiet growl, he launched a needle of flame from the tips of his pointer and middle finger into the opposite wall, leaving a scorch mark in the paint. Chan’s knees wobbled, and before he knew it, he was needing to lean against the mirror for support as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. And he was not about to let that happen, Wells forbid it.

Chan cursed inwardly at the thought of the damned Wells. They had done a splendid job pairing him with the other members of Stray Kids, but it had also paired him with Woojin. Who was now dead. And it was all Chan’s fault. He wondered briefly whether Woojin would even want his empty spot filled once more, but then he remembered the note the oldest had left before embarking on the mission that would end his life: Don’t let me hold you back. I’ll let you cry this once, Bang, but after that, you have to move on.

Chan never thought he would get to the point of doubting a dead person, but here he was. After discovering the letter, he had stormed through Avalathe City, heading for the Well and demanded that it reveal who was to take Woojin’s place. No such luck, and ever since that day, the Well had been silent, leaving Chan empty.

“Hey, bro.” A gust of wind launched itself from the palms of Chan’s hands and burst onto a startled Jisung. “Jeez, all I had to say was that the first guests are arriving,” he joked, readjusting his hair and suit, and Chan forced a smile onto his face as he brushed a speck of fuzz off of his own full black suit.

“Sorry for the surprise, Ji. Let’s head down, we have work to do.” As his best friend’s trademark grin crossed his face, Chan could almost see his illusionary power swirl around him. “Don’t fuck up anyone too badly this time, yeah?”

“No promises.” With that, the two stepped out of the room, but not without Chan’s last glance back at the 449 burn marks scorched into the gray painted wall.

———

You would have rolled your eyes at the flashiness of the partygoers that were also walking through the lobby, had you been in any other position. But as much as you wanted to, you knew that even the slightest bit of your real personality showing through your femme fatale facade would lead to the failure of this mission.

Despite this knowledge, you still wished with all of your heart that you could smack some sense into the couple that stood arguing with the concierge about the “parking situation”. The sociability of these people absolutely disgusted you, and you sighed inwardly, wishing that one of your co-workers was here with you. Perhaps then you’d be able to handle the absolute bullshit that was happening around you.

Nothing too troublesome occurred, but your heart rate still picked up when you caught sight of the guards standing in front of the elevators and spiral staircase that would lead up to the dining hall. Fake ID or no fake ID, this was still the first mission of the undercover sort that you had ever embarked on, and quite frankly it was terrifying. If these guards were Heart-Seers like Joohyun… you didn’t even want to think about the consequences.

You held out your wristwatch as you approached the foot of the staircase, somehow managing to give the guard a polite smile. He passed his fingertips over the face of it, and a glossy film covered his eyes for a moment as he surveyed your fake profile.

“You’re free to go. Enjoy your night, ma’am.”

“Thank you, the same to you as well,” you murmured as you ascended the stairs, making sure not to trip over your own feet (high heels were most definitely not your forte, after all).

The foyer outside of the bar where the dinner was to take place wasn’t as busy as you had expected, and you grit your teeth. Jiwon had told you that, if at all possible, to blend into the crowd. Allow yourself to be immersed into this world of glamor. But without a crowd to do that with, your job became a lot more difficult. As you took a deep breath, preparing the suave, nearly fake tone that you had conjured for this mission, a familiar face stepped into your line of vision.

You couldn’t miss the sharp, defined jawline of Sangyeon, leader of the rookie Squadron TBZ, but you also knew that if you were to approach him, chances were high that he just wouldn’t recognize you.

So, making sure to keep him in your peripheral vision, you entered the bar alone.

———

“Welcome, everyone,” Chan began, a warm smile pasted onto his features even as his insides froze over with cold indifference, “I hope you enjoy this… casual dinner. Feel free to ask any of Stray Kids any pending questions you may have, and for business purposes,” he paused and smirked, “You know who to call.”

“What a loser!” Hwall booed from the audience, and Chan chuckled, adjusting his tie.

“Anyway, enjoy your night, everyone.” With that, the jazzy lo-fi music began to drift from the speakers and Chan made his way into the crowd. He had briefed his members on the main players to watch out for: the president of the bank and the two co-directors. Once they were able to make contact with those three, the rest was history.

Chan sighed and stepped over to the bar, where the bartender, Hwall, wore a wicked smirk. “‘Loser?’” Chan reiterated, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re always so serious. That’s why you need people like me to help you lighten up,” he explained, before reaching under the bar to grab a shot glass, “What’ll it be?” Chan shook his head.

“I’m going to need to be sober for this. Just a Diet Coke.” Hwall rummaged under the counter again and tossed Chan a can of his favorite soda.

“Well, if you’re going to be sober, you might as well live it up in other ways,” he suggested, and Chan sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. The former TBZ member’s eyes darted around the party before landing on someone who Chan assumed he deemed “worthy” enough. He whistled under his breath. “What a looker,” he murmured. The tips of Chan’s ears burned red. “Next to Kino.”

Taking a deep breath, both to steel his frazzled nerves and to keep from punching Hwall in the face, Chan turned.

———

“Enjoying your night, maam?” You turned to face the source of the voice, and your veins instantly turned to ice. It took all your self-control not to defend yourself with the water in your flask which you carried around for emergency reasons. It was Kino, a member of Stray Kids.

“Yes, very much so,” you replied, allowing a small smile flutter over your features, “Thank you for holding this event.”

“Thank you for coming. These parties may seem… extravagant, but they help to support our cause.” You never wished to roll your eyes more in your entire life. Someone passed by with a tray of champagne glasses, and Kino stopped them with a raise of his hand. “Champagne?” Even though you knew you should stay sober for as long as possible… Jiwon had told you to blend in.

So, you nodded and reached for a glass, thanking the waiter. “To your success,” you murmured to Kino, and he chuckled.

“And to having fun tonight.” The alluring tone of his voice melted something in the pit of your stomach, and you allowed this reaction to show on your face as a slight blush and a gentle smirk. You both downed your champagne in a few sips, and you watched as Kino’s fingers danced over the stem of his glass. “I wasn’t joking about… yknow.”

“Well, we’ll see about that, hm?” Disgust replaced the lust you were feeling, but you knew you had to keep up this guise if you ever hoped to survive here. A smirk passed over Kino’s features, and you bowed your head slightly, stepping away from him and back into the crowd, making sure to cast one more glance back at him over your shoulder.You could have sworn you saw a glimmer of familiarity as he gazed after you.

The unusual gray suits of a waitress caught your eye and you stepped over to her, smiling gently as you placed your empty glass on the tray she held. “May I ask where the bathrooms are?” The waitress’ face soon melted into a small smirk matching yours, and you couldn’t help the confused wrinkle on your brow.

“It looks like you could ask Mr. Kang, he seems quite interested in you.” While to anyone else, the “interest” of a handsome, powerful gang member would be a prime opportunity, this announcement jarred you to the core.

“Oh?” The amount of feigned attraction in your voice made the champagne in your stomach whirl, but you gritted your teeth and kept it down. You didn’t even need to peer too far over your shoulder before you caught a glimpse of Kino slithering his way through the crowd towards you, his fingers darting over his belt.

A holster? Your mind whirled as you reviewed his profile: he was a shapeshifter. Not something you’d like to see, honestly, and most definitely not something you’d like to be pitted against in combat.

“The bathroom, ma’am. I…” your breath rattled as you covered your mouth with a hand, “he threatened me if I didn’t…” The waitress gasped and nodded.

“Yes, yes of course. It’s just out this door here. Take the first right and it’ll be there.” Just before you were about to walk away, she placed a hand on your shoulder, “I’ll stall him as long as I can. No woman should be treated like that.” Oh, if only she knew.

With one last nod of your head, you began a quick trot out of the bar and into the hallway. Unfortunately, everything looked exactly the same, so you knew that if you had to run, you had to hope and pray for some distinguishing lamps or vases amongst the neutrally painted walls.

As you jogged, questions flew through your head at breakneck speed. How had he recognized you? All Avalathe officers wore masks to conceal their identities. Unless he had somehow managed to connect the dots to Officer L/N of Precinct 7 to F/N L/N, a lowly citizen of Avalathe City. From somewhere behind you, a door creaked open, but you didn’t dare to look back. Instead, you knelt down, took off your high heels, and began to run.

Your feet pounded against the marble flooring as you wove in and out of rooms and down hallways, desperately trying to shake Kino off of your track. How Chan’s henchman had taken notice of you, you weren’t sure, but you couldn’t stop to ponder just how elite his entire gang was. That would, in a painfully ironic twist of fate, get you killed.

As you ran, you kept an eye open for familiar markings such as the gorgeous landscape painting on the wall to the right and the colorful potted flowers in the corner over there, but it was no use: you were lost.

Thankfully, though, Kino was no longer behind you, so you breathed a sigh of relief and pulled to a stop in front of a mirror to fix your hair, reapply your makeup, and put your heels back on. Once you deemed yourself worthy enough to return to the bustle of the party, you started to walk along at a leisurely pace, hoping to deceive anyone who saw you that you were calm, collected, and here to talk business.

At the next corner that you turned, you bumped right into a blonde man donned in a stunning, full black suit.

Even though your heels made you nearly his height, there was no doubt about it.

“Whoa there,” the man chuckled, and the deep accent in his tone made your knees wobble, “‘M sorry about that, love.”

Thick accent? Check.

Unnaturally blonde, almost neon hair? Check.

A thing for black clothing? Check.

Dumhdurum: going shopping with your best friends, frat parties, those designer outfits in the windows of expensive stores, drinking your sorrows away, breaking down when someone asks you if you’re okay and you’re really not.

Yummy: sitting in a cafe and watching the passerby outside, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling having nothing else to do, going home with your date 👀, playing hard to get

Be Myself: driving with the windows down, dancing around your room screaming the lyrics to your favorite song, leaving the toxic people behind, self-care of any kind :)

Love is Blind: sitting with your friends at the lunch table at school, falling in love after having just gotten over your past crush, scolding your best friend for doing something absolutely stupid, not taking your own advice

Overwrite: walking alone down a busy city street, reminiscing on the memories you’d rather leave in the past, looking at yourself in the mirror after crying

Moment: “the only time you ever look back is to see how far you’ve come”, looking out into the crowd during a performance, tears of happiness, only realizing what you had when it’s gone