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I feel like throwing up rn from anxiety and its over something so stupid like 😳😳😳😳😳 this is dumb 😅
oh geez i hope you feel better soon! :’c rn im not feeling nauseous even though im rly anxious, but ive def felt nauseous over anxiety before, so i feel you. im sorry you feel like that, ugh thats honestly the worst
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Jongup stalls outside of the door to Zelo’s apartment, teeth dragging at his lower lip. He eyes the doorknob as if it’s a foreign thing, aware of the weight of the key that sits in his pocket. He’s been told on more than one occasion that the key is his, to use at his discretion, to come and go as he pleases, but it’s just not in his nature to let himself into Zelo’s home, just as it’s not in his nature to become a more permanent fixture in the flat. It’s just how it is -- how he is -- so with a soft hum, Jongup lifts his head and knocks. “Zelo?”
✺ - Zitao to Byung
It’s three in the fucking morning, and Byunghun isn’t sure who the fuck would be at his door at this ungodly hour – especially since he’s one of the few nocturnal residents in the apartment complex – but he decided to himself that if it’s Jackson again, looking sheepish and hoping for a cup of sugar to make coffee so he can stay up the rest of the night to watch a bunch of unruly children, Byunghun might need to kill him.
Imagine his surprise when it’s not Jackson, but Zitao. Surprise, and maybe a little confusion, but nothing else.
“Zitao,” Byunghun says, slow, his confusion evident in the way that the vowels of his name are drawn out. “What are you–” And Byunghun supposes he should complete that thought, but in the end, what does it matter why Zitao is there at his door? What matters is that he is there, and it’s three in the morning, and Zitao doesn’t do shit like this without reason. He may be something of an asshole on occasion, but he’s considerate when it comes to those he calls his friends.
So Byunghun pushes the door open wider, arms folding over his chest. “Well, are you going to come in, or you going to stand there all night? I’ve got noodles cooking if you want some.”
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“Yuwkon!” And there’s Zico, voice pitched at a decibel that could probably shatter glass if he only had it a higher pitch. “Get dressed and look moderately presentable! We’re going out!”
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"Hyung?” Jeongguk shifts from foot to foot, feeling strangely uneasy as he waits in the motel room for Yoongi to re-emerge. “You said you were free today, right? Cause I-- I have something I want to show you. It won’t take long.”
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Kai’s been up for a little while -- not painfully long, but he’s had enough time to prepare a nice, long lazy day for Sehun. Even if the vampire won’t admit it, he knows that it’s needed after everything that’s happened over the past couple of days. He hasn’t asked, for the sake of letting the other rest without being reminded. Instead, he does what he knows best, and just... takes care of the other. “Sehun-ahhhh,” he leans against the door frame dramatically, “the sun, it’s out, and therefore it’s time to move from bed nest to living room nest.”
"You don't have to be alone." - from Namjoon obviously
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jungkook doesn’t lose his temper often. He has better things to do than give in to anger, and many of those things consume all of that energy and more. He just doesn’t have the time or the patience for the backlash of anger and the emotions connected to it. But now? Now he’s angry, and he already hates being angry, but to be angry in front of the others, to allow that negativity to rear its ugly head for anything other than a in the midst of a firefight… No, he doesn’t like it. At all.
But Namjoon has pushed his buttons, and all too well, and now that the dam has been cracked, it all comes out in a terrifying torrent of emotion.
“I have always been alone, Namjoon,” Jungkook hisses, hands curled into white-knuckled fists that tremble with the effort it takes him to keep them in place. “From the moment they realized I was smarter than children twice my age, I was alone. I skipped so many grades in high school that they had to put me on textbooks in my seat just so I could see over the desk. I suffered jokes about recess and naptime for the entirety of it. In college, I had to climb the shelves in the library to get the books I needed because my classmates thought I was a freak and wanted nothing to do with me. I did every single group project alone.”
Jungkook’s voice drops, and there’s a painful tremor in it, too much like the one in his hands, and his back burns like it’s on fire as he continues. “In the academy, I was treated like a child until the day I outshot everyone in my class. They pulled so many dirty tricks to send me home that I nearly died. My partners in the States and here in Korea babied me until the moment I proved I could handle shooting someone in cold blood to save an innocent life or to save theirs. I still get shit from my precinct. Even now. I am the only one here that can possibly do raids alone, and even then, I am treated like a child because of my age and supposed inexperience.”
The silence between them rings, and just like that, Jungkook’s anger abates, leaving him weak, and quiet, and frowning. It’s a quiet that lingers as he adds, too soft and too cemented, “I have always been alone, Namjoon. I will always be alone. I can be surrounded by hundreds of people – thousands, millions, in one of the busiest cities in the world – and I will still be alone.”
I got here first (Asher and Yukwon)
Asher was dared by Vash to steal something naturally he accepted because what could Loki of Asgard not do. Right. Nothing there was nothing he couldn’t do. As he managed to break into a vault there was a loud noise behind him his hand in midair about to claim the object as he came face to face with someone else.
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