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Pairing: lee know x female reader (referred to as Ember)
Genre: angst, idol lee know x choreographer reader, ex fwb to?, ex best friends to? some fluff toward end
Word count: 9.5 K
Warning: much angst, mentions of sexual relations (no outright explicit scenes), mentions of miscarriage, depression, swearing, an insert into the kingdom time period so a lot of references to that and what happened around that. Mentions of hyunjin’s bullying scandal
Summary: You never meant to meet him again, and after years of dodging him all the feelings and memories hit you all at once. Is it fortune or is it woe when you have to be around him again?
Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids or any of the idols mentioned but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them. I’m not the greatest at writing a happy ending but I tried my best. Theres quite a bit of time that passes but I tried to make it as realistic as possible. I hope ya’ll enjoy.
“I'm sorry, I’m so sorry I can’t do it Saerin I can’t,” you could barely get the words out over your sobs. It had taken everything for you to collect yourself from the JYP dance studio and leave without showing everyone in the building how absolutely miserable you were. You managed to make it back to your apartment before collapsing on the floor and calling Saerin.
“Breathe darling I need you to breathe, remember the breathing exercise?” You could hear Saerin’s voice over the phone but at that moment she sounded so far away. You put her on speaker and dropped the phone beside you so you could move your hands onto opposite shoulders. You tried to breathe in and out as you tapped your hands against your shoulders while Saerin sent encouragement over the phone. It took a couple of minutes but finally, you managed to stay breathing on a steady rhythm and the tears had stopped.
“I can’t do it,” you said as your hands flopped down to your sides.
“I understand, I’m sorry that I pushed this onto you.”
“How do I always manage to fuck everything up?”
“That’s not true.”
“The look on his face, I hurt him so much,” you could still picture Minho’s face as he left the room and you felt the tears threaten to come back. “He was crying. He hates crying. I never should have shown up in front of him.” You had never meant to hurt him. At first, you just needed to get away from him because you knew that if you saw him you would seek comfort from him. And then? Even the pain of losing your unborn child has become controllable, the fear in you grew. It was just easier to continue to hide, to run away. Eventually, you were sure that he would forget you entirely. Then you wouldn’t need to ever tell him anything. You would carry the pain and hurt by yourself. Your punishment to yourself while he would move on and be happier than you ever could. Instead, he hadn’t forgotten about you, you had hurt him so deeply that he couldn’t forget. “He recognized me right away and he asked me to explain.”
“What did you say?”
“I couldn’t explain anything, I couldn’t tell him and have him...”
“Have him?”
“Have him hate me any more than he already does…” you finally said it out loud, the reason that had been haunting your dreams at night. You never told Saerin because you never wanted to say it out loud in case you accidentally willed it into reality.
“That’s the reason why?”
“I know he hates me for disappearing and he has every reason to but… if he hated me for…” You could no longer get the words out. The one thought that you had when you hated yourself the most was that things would be so much worse if he hated you too.
“He could never hate you for that.”
“He loves children, he often spoke about wishing he had a younger sibling to take care of. I once saw him help a woman with a crying child and the moment he held the baby, it stopped crying.” That memory had kept you up many nights after the incident. The smile on his face as the baby smiled at tried to grab at his face. Minho had looked over at you with the silliest grin as if to say ‘see even babies love me’.
“What happened wasn’t your fault! You didn’t know.”
“But I should have known! All of it was my fault! If I just paid more attention!” You and Saerin had this conversation quite a few times and not once had she managed to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. You had just chosen to drop the subject because no matter what she said, you knew that if you had been a bit more careful…you could have kept your child alive.
“Oh, Ember…” You heard Saerin sigh and felt even more guilty. She didn’t deserve to have you here throwing a tantrum when you already were making things difficult by being unable to take this job.
“Just, please tell JYP I can’t do this, I can’t see him and he most likely won’t want to see me anymore either. I’ll take on more classes to make up for the penalty fee.”
“Alright don’t worry I’ll take care of it, do you want me to come over?”
“No, I just want to sleep right now.”
“Okay promise to call me if you need me, I’m here for you.”
“Thank you,” with that you hung up and just closed your eyes willing the darkness to swallow you up whole.
You weren’t sure if it was your ringtone or the pain in your back that woke you up first. You slowly sat up from where you had fallen asleep on the floor and reached around in the general direction of the sound to find your phone. When you finally grabbed it you saw that it was 11 am and the number that was calling you was an unfamiliar one. You picked up thinking that it was someone calling about something related to the dance group.
“Hello?”
“Hello is this Ember?” You felt your eyes widen at the voice on the other end.
“Chan?”
“Haha yeah, I hope you don’t mind I got your number from our manager.”
“I see…” You had been sure that there was no reason for the Stray Kids leader to personally call you. Had Minho gone back and told him everything? Was this a call to tell you to never appear in front of them again? Your mind raced with all the different scenarios that would lead to Chan calling you.
“Our manager told us that you decided to back out on being our choreographer.”
“Um yeah,” you were confused about where this conversation was going.
“Could I ask why?”
You almost smiled in spite of the situation, such a reliable leader trying to figure out this situation himself instead of just listening to his manager. Such a nice person that you were pushing into a shit situation of having to find another choreographer with very little time to spare. “Just personal reasons,” was all you could say without directly lying to him.
“Does it have something to do with Minho?” The air left your lungs as soon as his name got brought up.
“What do you mean?” You knew that you should have just hung up and blocked Chan’s number but a part of you wanted to know what Minho said about you. How he explained what had happened between the two of you. What words he used to describe you.
“Our manager said Minho stayed later to work something out with you yeah? When he came back to the dorm he seemed quite upset but he wouldn’t say anything to any of us. And then this morning our manager told us that you were quitting. I was just wondering if maybe something happened between the two of you?”
“Oh,” you were relieved to know that Minho hadn’t told the rest of the boys anything but you also felt awful knowing that he had gone back to the dorm noticeably upset. You knew how much Minho never wanted to actively show others when he was upset or suffering. It had been one of the few things the two of you had argued about. When he had sprained his ankle but refused to tell anyone about it until someone noticed how swollen it was. You had scolded him the whole time he was getting it bandaged up while he just smiled and laughed like he wasn’t in pain. ‘A little rough wear and tear’ he had said while you just smacked him in the chest.
“Look I don’t know what happened but if it's because of something Minho said or did please know that it’s most likely a misunderstanding. He’s a bit rough with words but he always does mean well even if it doesn’t come across that way.”
“I know,” oh if only Chan knew how much you actually agreed with him. How many times Minho had criticized your dancing only to stay behind and practice with you until you were confident. How he laughed at you for forgetting to bring an umbrella only to walk you home even though he lived in the opposite direction. “Don’t worry it’s nothing to do with Minho, I just have some personal issues I need to deal with.” You added lying to Chan to your mental list of sins.
“Hyung?” It was soft but you’d recognize his voice anywhere. There was a sudden silence that came from the phone that you recognized as being put on mute. Just as you were going to hang up you heard his voice again, this time much clearer. “So you’re just going to disappear again?”
“I-” there wasn’t anything you could say back to him because that was exactly what you had been planning.
“It’s always so easy for you to just fucking leave huh?”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized to him once again.
“Do you know how hard it is to find another choreographer this late? Round one is in a week, by the time we find someone suitable we won’t have any time to rehearse.” You recognized the anger in his voice, the same anger he had when he asked you to explain yourself.
“I can recommend some suitable people,” you said knowing that you would owe some favors but you were willing to do that and much more for Minho.
“It’s not that simple, our team at JYP needs to go over their work and multiple meetings need to be scheduled and we don’t have time for that.” You could hear a slight fumble on their end that sounded like Chan asking for the phone but Minho let out an almost growl-like hush and then you didn’t hear anything further from Chan.
You tried to think of a way to try and fix the mess you made but were drawing up a blank leading to your silence. The silence finally led Minho to speak again.
“I already know where you’ve been and what you go by so what’s the point of quitting and running away again?”
It almost sounded like he didn’t want you to quit. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, to believe that he wanted anything other than to never see you again. “I thought it might be better if you didn’t have to see me anymore.” You owed him that much truth at least.
You heard a snort come from the other end of the phone. “Ha, you really think that highly of yourself huh? I’m a fucking professional, I can put aside any personal feelings I have for the sake of my team. I thought you were a professional too Ember.”
It was both painful and a relief to hear him call you that name. To know that he was the still same Minho who put others before himself, who was willing to work with you for the sake of Stray Kids. Yet at the same time, it proved to you that you guys could never go back to how things were, to be just Minho and yourself again, lost in youthful innocence. If he was willing to go so far then what right did you have to inconvenience their group for your own sake?
“I understand, tell Chan and your manager I’ll be there at two.”
MIROH (Kingdom Version)
True to his word Minho Lee Know was a complete professional when you entered the dance studio, this time all eight members of Stray Kids were already there waiting for you. His expression did not change at all when you walked in. In comparison, Chan looked much more nervous as he glanced between the two of you. You weren’t sure how much Lee Know ended up telling Chan but you weren’t going to be the one to bring it up in front of all the others. You knew that Lee Know wouldn’t have told the rest of the kids anything so you kept your mask on in case any of them would have recognized you.
“I apologize for the confusion I must have caused,” was all you said as you gave them a sincere bow. The moment you straightened up before the others could reply you opened your bag and brought out your notebook. You motioned for everyone to join you as you sat on the floor. “I came up with rough positions and some ideas for what would look good. I’d like your input and if everyone is fine with my plans we can start practicing.” There was a moment of stunned silence as the kids clearly didn’t think you would be so prepared. Lee Know was the first to react and sit just close enough to be able to see the notebook pages you laid out on the floor. The others were quick to join him, Felix and Chan sitting closest on either side of you. “I read through the briefing and the first round for Kingdom is similar to the first round of Road To Kingdom in how the staging and cameras are set up. How familiar are you all with moving cameras and one-take shots?” You looked toward the leader Chan for an answer.
“Yeah we don’t really have much experience,” Chan answered with the rest of the kids nodding.
“There’s a couple of ways to do this first introduction stage. I’ve been told that you guys want to work the finer details of things out yourselves and that I’m here for general ideas, overall structure, and any help you might need. Here I’m going to lay out what options you have and you guys can decide which you like best.” You glanced around to make sure everyone understood (skipping over Lee Know ). “Since it’s the 100-second introduction stage you have the option to go relatively simple just focusing on your dance with a few camera angle changes. This option will be most familiar to you guys and would just be like performing at any normal music show. The most important thing to think about is how to change up some aspects of the original dance to spice things up a little bit. This option probably won’t super impress anyone but you have a bigger chance of playing the underdog card and wowing people with a much more dynamic performance later.”
“That sounds kind of boring,” Seungmin said while Hyunjin and Han nodded.
“In all honesty, this is kind of the route I wanted to suggest you guys take,” you held out a hand to stop Hyunjin who opened his mouth planning to cut you off. “ I know you have a fan meeting that you're already rehearsing for so this would be the easiest option.” You had asked for an overall schedule after you called their manager to confirm that you were indeed back on board to work with them. They had a fan meeting and 3racha had already planned out the hours they would be working to get an early start on making songs for the show and their next album.
“What’s the other option?” Lee Know asked and you finally looked at him for the first time that day. There was the familiar fire in his eyes and you almost knew that it had been pointless to even make two plans.
“The other option is to start with the loudest bang. Go full out with camera angles, props, flips and tricks. I can’t speak for the other teams but I know that this is probably the option that The Boyz team are going for. You guys have less experience with this compared to them so that would most likely mean practicing till early morning right from the start of the competition and having a target put on your back. Not only would there be more difficult moves added but the most important thing would be working on timing for the one-take shot.”
“That’s more our style isn’t it?” Changbin said.
“Ember’s right though about the fan meeting practice and how little time we have.” This time Jeongin was the one that spoke and you were quite impressed with how freely they let the maknae participate in decision making.
“But don’t we want to look super cool in front of all the juniors and seniors?” Hyunjin chimed in with his thoughts.
“But the lack of time to practice might mean we mess up in front of them or worse someone gets hurt,” Jisung voiced his concerns and everyone fell silent. You could almost hear the gears turning as each member was weighing out the risk and benefits in their heads.
“Chan hyung, what do you think?” Felix asked their leader who had yet to utter any opinion of his own. Everyone turned to look at Chan.
“I think… that I will leave the decision to our dance team leader,” Chan said as he gestured toward Lee Know. “ I will trust his judgment on which one he thinks we can handle and would be good for us and support him in whichever decision he makes.” Everyone then turned to look at Lee Know who had a much more relaxed expression compared to the others.
“If you’re leaving it to me then, of course, it’s the second plan,” he spoke in the most matter-of-fact tone like the answer had been obvious the whole time. “We’re pro idols so of course, we’re going to give the most explosive performance.”
“Ah hyung, why do you have to be so cool,” Jisung said as he lightly punched Lee Know’s arm and the rest of the kids laughed along. You could only smile and agree with Jisung as you laid out the plan for option two.
You winced as you watched the video of Felix colliding straight into Jisung and then missing his cue to help Hyunjin jump. The kids had just finished their camera rehearsal and you were all monitoring the footage. The cameras were still rolling so you couldn’t say anything yet but you watched Jisung and Felix like a hawk to make sure that they weren’t injured. You could understand the mistakes that Felix had made. The past few days had been a combined frenzy scramble of rehearsals till early morning, their fan meeting, testing out their props, and working out on the timing everything. You, Lee Know, and Chan had worked closely to make this performance as dynamic and tight-knit as possible. There wasn’t much room for error and if you had to guess it seemed the pressure was maybe getting to Felix. As the camera turned off and the boys walked back to their dressing room, you saw Chan and Lee Know grab Felix so you made your way toward Jisung.
“You okay?” You asked him as you walked next to him.
“Yeah I’m fine, how’s Felix?” Jisung asked as he looked around for the younger Australian.
“Chan and Lee Know have got him, probably trying to figure out if he’s okay. But are you sure you’re good? He landed on you pretty hard, any soreness or anything?”
“Don’t worry about me, it’s okay if I get hurt but Felix he has more difficult dances to do so it’s more important that he’s okay.”
“Han Jisung,” You stopped and just stared at him while he stopped because you had. “Don’t you ever say anything like that again.” In the few days you worked with the boys you saw how hardworking and just generally nice they were. Oftentimes Jisung had been the one to crack jokes when the mood was down because everyone was so tired. He offered you food on more than one occasion in the wee hours of the morning when the sun had risen but they still needed to rehearse more. The fact that he seemed so okay with getting hurt if it meant Felix didn’t reminded you painfully of someone else. “Everyone on this team is important for this performance to be perfect so it matters if even one of you is unwell or hurt.” You repeated the words you had told Minho all those years ago when you were close enough to scold each other.
“Ah, that sounds like something Minho hyung said once,” Jisung said it so innocently but you felt like you had been stabbed in the heart. Making as quick a recovery as possible you decided to focus back on the matter at hand.
“So Jisung are you okay?” You asked as you hoped that he wouldn’t notice how you didn’t acknowledge what he said.
“Well, honestly my shoulder is a little sore from cushioning Felix’s weight.”
“Alright let’s get you a sports patch for now and make sure to tell anyone if it gets worse.” You lightly patted his head to show how good you thought he was being. You pushed the memory of patting someone else’s head back into the corner of your mind where it had crawled from.
“Changbin said you talked to Jisung, how is he?” His voice nearly gave you a heart attack as you quickly whipped around clutching the tea you had gotten from the vending machine.
“Fucking hell,” you nearly screamed before you remembered that you were around possible cameras. You looked at Lee Know who had the ghost of a smile on his face before he retorted to the neutral expression he had whenever he talked to you.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said with a slight shrug. “How’s Jisung?”
“He’s mostly fine, his shoulder is a little sore but doesn’t seem injured. He’s got a patch on and he promised to go to one of the managers if the soreness gets worse. You could have just asked him yourself.” You replied a little bit bitter about how much Lee Know had managed to scare you.
“He doesn’t like talking about his own pain and would just tell me he’s alright if I asked.”
“So why did you think that he would tell me anything?” You asked before you could remember that you had been trying to only speak to Lee Know under professional circumstances.
“You were always surprisingly good at getting stubborn people to talk.” Lee Know walked away before you could get a look at the expression on his face. You stayed standing there for a few extra moments to convince yourself that the rapid beats of your heart were still due to him scaring you.
自神 Side Effects Gods Menu
“What do you mean Hyunjin went back to his parents’ house?” Lee Know frantically asked a very tired looking Chan
“It’s the director's orders that he can’t be seen with us for a while when he’s reflecting. That means he can’t be spotted around the dorms either.” Chan spoke as he rubbed his temples and you could only marvel at the amount of pressure that he had to have been under.
“So they expect us to continue this competition show while all of this is going on?” Changbin asked with disbelief clear in his voice.
“All the members in the meeting stated that we couldn’t give up this opportunity because of him, and Hyunjin had agreed with them,” Chan said.
“Didn’t his teacher and classmates come out to defend him?” Felix asked, clearly confused by the situation.
“Yeah but public opinion still isn’t great,” and you had to agree with Chan on that. You had gotten numerous check-in phone calls and texts to ask you about working with Hyunjin and if he bullied you.
“When is he going to come back?” Jisung asked the question on most of their minds and Chan could only shrug in response.
“Whenever they deem him ready,” he said, looking more and more defeated.
“That could mean never,” Seungmin suddenly brought the idea up and the mood in the room got even worse.
“Did you even try to convince them otherwise?” Lee Know asked as he took steps toward Chan. Every eye in the room went toward Lee Know.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan’s voice was dangerously low and that’s the moment you realized what the kids had meant when they said Chan was scary when mad.
“I don’t know, I just thought as the leader you really just accepted whatever they decided.” The two men were now inches apart. Felix finally couldn’t take the intensity and tried to insert himself between the two.
“C’mon Minho hyung there’s nothing Chan could have said or done,” Felix said.
Chan and Lee Know continued their staring contest for a few moments longer before Lee Know abruptly turned and left the dance practice room. Chan moved to follow but he was pulled into a hug by Felix. That was the moment when you and the other members noticed that Chan was crying. The other kids looked around at each other unsure what to do. Most of them moved toward Chan while you saw Changbin and Jisung look at each other and then at the door Lee Know left through.
“I’ll go after him, you guys stay here and take care of Chan,” you said to Changbin and Jisung, unable to just be a silent observer in this situation. They nodded at you and you moved swiftly out the door already knowing where you would most likely find him. The rational part of you complained about what you were trying to do. After spending this whole time trying to keep a purely professional relationship with Lee Know, you were stepping back into a territory that was reserved for close friends. But you couldn’t help yourself not when you recognized the destructive behavior he presented. You pushed open the door to the stairway and was met with Lee Know sitting on the first step down. You didn’t say anything as you shut the door behind you and plopped down beside him.
“What are you doing here?” He asked the venom very clearly present in his voice.
“To listen to what’s on your mind,” you answered and from the corner of your eye, you saw Lee Know to relax slightly. Stairways were his favorite spots to calm his mind when his emotions ran too high. In the past, you were always the one to chase after him after he exploded at someone or something. You’d sit with him and the two of you would just talk until he calmed down enough to go back. Those were some of your favorite moments as he leaned his head against your shoulder and spoke his mind.
“Why do you even care?” His question knocked you out of your memories and you turned to look at him. The anger was clear in his eyes, and you started to wonder if you should have let Changbin or Jisung or any of his other members chase after him. Were you too cocky to think that you still deserved to be the one to try and comfort him? You moved to stand up and get someone else to take your place but you felt his hand grab your arm.
“Lee Know?” You were unsure what he wanted in this situation.
“You’re already here,” was all he said as he released your arm. You sat back down next to him. The two of you sat quietly not looking at each other. “Was Chan hyung upset with me after I left?” Lee Know suddenly asked.
“He was crying,” you replied, not softening anything at all.
“Fuck,” Lee Know muttered barely louder than a whisper.
“You hit him where it hurt.”
“I know, but I wasn’t trying to hurt him, or maybe I was… I don’t even know what I was trying to accomplish by saying that to him.”
“You wanted him to hurt not because you wanted to hurt him but because you’re hurting.”
“Why would I be hurting?”
“I don’t know why don’t you tell me?” There was more silence as you watched Lee Know try and process his emotions. Truth be told you knew the moment he lashed out at Chan what this was all about but you still needed him to process this for himself.
“Of course, I’m upset that Hyunjin had to go to his parent's house for the foreseeable future like some child put on time out.”
“And why lash out at Chan?”
“The rest of us have no power but Chan might have been able to do something. He’s been here the longest and PDnim loves him.”
“You know Chan would literally give his life for anyone if you. So if there was something he could have done, he would have.” You knew Chan less than a month but you saw how he treated everyone and the things he did for the kids.
“So he’s just as powerless as the rest of us.” Lee Know sighed as he leaned against the wall.
“I don’t think there’s anything that anyone could have done in this situation.”
“So then what, we just wait until he gets the okay to come back?”
“Honestly yeah, wait for him, check up on him often to make sure he’s okay.”
“And if he doesn’t come back? What then?” The bite was back in his voice and once again it hit you how hard you must have hurt Lee Know. He wasn’t supposed to still be hurt, he was supposed to have forgotten you.
“You just gotta trust in him, in your team, and in your company. Everything else we have no control over.” You didn’t know what else to say so you just gave him the honest truth. He couldn’t control this moment and you knew that it killed him inside but you also knew that he needed nothing but the truth. No sugar-sweet lies because oftentimes those hurt more than the truth ever would.
“I hate that you still know me so well to know exactly what I need to hear,” he said the bite completely gone from his voice. All that was left was tiredness and a tinge of sadness.
“I’ll go get Chan so you can tell him what’s on your mind,” you said as you got up and headed toward the door.
“Thanks,” his voice was soft but you heard it clearly and you felt your heart clench.
“I don’t deserve it,” you said just as you closed the door, hoping that he didn’t hear it. You walked back to the dance studio and knocked before pushing the door open. The members were now sitting down in a circle discussing something, they looked toward you in confusion when you didn’t step in.
“Chan, can you come with me for a sec?” You asked and Chan must have understood what you needed when he wordlessly got up and followed you out. His eyes were still a little red and puffy but it seemed the other kids had calmed him down enough that the tears had stopped.
“Is he alright?” Chan asked as soon as you guys were a few steps from the dance studio.
“Just a little emotionally wound up, I think by now the guilt of lashing out toward you is what affecting him the most. Be gentle with him yeah?”
“I know he didn’t mean it.”
“Well just let him apologize, if he doesn’t he might just explode.”
“You two-”
“Not now Chan,” you cut him off quickly and shook your head. You pointed him toward the door to the stairwell. “Go on, you two go and have your awkward moment.”
I’ll Be Your Man Stray Kids Version
“Why do you only call Minho hyung by his stage name?” Felix asked as he stared hard at you. The two of you were in the practice room together preparing for his solo part of the next kingdom stage. The question had come rather abruptly out of nowhere and to say you were shocked was an understatement.
“What do you mean?” You tried to buy yourself more time to think of a more suitable answer than the real one.
“Well you call I.N Jeongin and Han Jisung but you always refer to Minho hyung as Lee Know.”
“There’s no particular reason,” you lied.
“Alright then, I have another question then, why do you keep your mask on around us?”
“For safety reasons,” you pushed down the urge to adjust your mask.
“You refuse to eat with us, let us take you home after practice, or even go to celebrate with us after we got first place.”
“I’m just here to help you guys with Kingdom Felix, nothing more.” Of course, you wanted to hang out and get to know the guys more but you knew that just you being there was hurtful to Lee Know so you kept your distance.
“Then tell me why Minho hyung always looks at you with a sad expression on his face and why Chan hyung makes sure to keep you two from being alone together?” Felix moved so that he was sitting right in front of you and held your hands. That was when you noticed that your hands had been trembling.
“Felix I-” you were unsure of what you wanted to say to him. You couldn’t tell him everything not when you hadn’t even told Lee Know everything. There just wasn't a lie well thought out enough to answer Felix’s observations. You didn’t even notice you were crying until Felix pulled you into a hug, your tears dampening his dark shirt.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Felix said as he patted your back in a soothing rhythm.
“I-”
“You don’t have to tell me anything. I was just frustrated seeing the two of you… you obviously care about each other so much so do you both keep this distance?”
“I have to Felix,” your mind was running at a thousand miles hearing what Felix was saying. Had you been so obvious about how much you cared about Minho? What had Minho been doing that made Felix think he still cared about you? “I hurt him, I hurt him so badly,” was all you could get out, letting some of the truth slip out of you as Felix held you. “I don’t even deserve to be working with you guys at all.”
“That’s not true, we all make mistakes, and we all deserve to be forgiven for our mistakes. That’s what makes us human.” Felix tighten his hug on you as you continued to let your tears out. “I hope one day you two can work out whatever it is that happened.”
Wolf Mayfly
You didn’t need to be at KQ entertainment since everyone had agreed that BB Trippin would be the ones to handle the dance collaboration for Kingdom but still you wanted to be there. You wanted to see how their dance team worked and be there for the boys if any of them needed you. The kids had taken quite a blow going from first to fourth and you just wanted to make sure that they were alright. You were just about to walk into the building when you heard a voice calling your name. You turned around and saw that it was Jae, he had also been in your dance troupe and was dating Saerin before they split up due to each other being too busy.
“Jae Oppa what are you doing here?” You asked as he engulfed you into a hug.
“I’m part of BB Trippin silly,” he said and you remembered hearing something about how he left the old dance troupe soon after you and Saerin did. The two of you walked into the building with him leading you toward a room, his hand around your shoulder. “It’s been so long since I last saw you, I almost couldn’t believe that you were the one working with Stray Kids.” The two of you entered the room that turned out to be a little sitting area equipped with a couch and a little kitchenette. “You sit and let me get you a coffee,” he pointed you toward the sofa and you sat down.
“Thanks Oppa,” you said softly as you thought of the last time you saw him. He had been with Saerin when she found you passed out and they were the ones that took you to the hospital. You never told him what exactly happened and you still felt a certain level of guilt about that. But being here with him as he made you coffee made you miss the days when all of you were in the same troupe. A past you could never return to.
“What’s it like working with Minho again? Is he still as stubborn?” Jae asked as he handed you an iced coffee and sat down next to you.
“I don’t think that part of him will ever change,” you replied feeling your throat tighten a little bit.
“Did you guys ever reconcile after your fight?”
“What fight?” You asked clearly very confused. As far as you remembered there was no memorable fight between the two of you. Arguments for sure but nothing that should have been serious enough for Jae to remember.
“Whatever fight that led to you and Saerin telling me to not tell him anything about your whereabouts.”
“Ah,” it made sense that he thought that there was a fight then. Neither you nor Saerin had explained much of why you had to disappear so of course people thought of their own conclusions.
“I really hope that you two could make up, you were super cute together.”
“We were never together Oppa.”
“Maybe not officially but everyone knew what was going on between the two of you,” Jae said as he gave you a little nudge with his elbow. You felt your face heat up slightly as you remembered all the good memories.
“We didn’t fight, I just…couldn’t face him,” you told Jae the closest thing to the truth because you knew that you couldn’t lie to him.
“Did it have something to do with you collapsing?” Jae asked and as soon as he finished his sentence the door slammed open. The two of you jumped in your seats as you both looked over and saw Minho standing there with an unreadable expression on his face.
“You collapsed?” He asked as he walked toward you. You looked away not at all expecting to have him catch you like this. “Answer me,” he wasn’t shouting but his voice was trembling.
“Minho-” Jae tried to say as he looked between the two of you.
“Hyung please leave, I need to talk to her,” Minho said but it was clear from the tone of his voice that it was more of an order. He was staring right at you but you refused to look up from the floor.
“I don’t know if-” Jae tried to speak again but was harshly cut off by Minho.
“Hyung please!”
You felt Jae grab your hand and you looked over at him, he gave you a look to ask if you would be okay and you could only nod. At this point it almost seemed pointless to try and run from the situation anymore. He had heard too much and there was only so much you could lie about. Jae silently let go of your hand and left the room closing the door behind him with a soft click.
“When did you collapse?” Minho asked, his voice as harsh as the first day you two saw each other again.
“The day I sent the last message to you,” you answered still unable to look up at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I…I was trying to process everything,” you told him the whole truth without revealing your exact reason. You mind was wondering at a million miles a minute as you wondered how far you explain yourself. Almost unconsciously your hand clutched your stomach.
“And then I never heard anything from you ever again.” Minho collapsed next to you on the couch. The two of you sitting close enough for your shoulders to be touching. “So you disappeared from my life after collapsing.”
You could only nod at his statement not trusting yourself to speak without sobbing.
“And you felt like you couldn’t tell me anything? Or maybe you just felt like I wasn’t important enough to say anything to?”
“Thats not it,” you said quietly still trying to keep your emotions under wraps.
“Was it because I became an idol?” This time Minho was the one that was talking quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “If you had said anything at all I would have told them no. I would have stayed with you.”
“That’s not it,” you cut him off before he could continue to think that he had somehow been in the wrong.
“Then why? Why did you suddenly just decide to leave my life like you never existed?”
“I had a miscarriage,” you got the words out as quickly as you could before you had a chance to regret everything. There was a few minutes of silence as Minho processed what you said.
“What?” He turned toward you and grabbed your shoulders to try and get you to look at him. “What did you say?”
“I had a miscarriage,” you still could not look at him too scared to see what the expression on his face was.
“You were pregnant?”
“I didn’t know until…we got to the hospital and the baby was already gone.” You couldnt see anything over the tears but you felt Minho tighten his grip on you.
“It was mine.”
“The timing, the last night we slept together.” You had calculated everything when the doctor had informed you how long you had been along. You felt Minho loosen his grip on your shoulders and you could feel yourself begin to deflate before being harshly pulled into a hug.
“I’m sorry, that night I was so full of emotion that protection completely slipped my mind,” he said as he held you closely to his chest, close enough for you to hear the frantic beating of his heart.
“I didn’t remember either,” you told him, too guilty to let him take any of the blame. The two of you had been young and dumb except you were dumber. You were the reason that the child didn’t have a chance to be born you knew that Minho deserved to finally know the whole truth. “It was my fault,” you got out in between sobs.
“What?” Minho pulled the two of you apart keeping you just far enough apart to see your face. You looked up and saw the tears in his eyes through your own tears.
“I was dancing too hard, not eating enough not taking care of myself and the child, it paid the price.” You clutched your stomach hard enough to feel pain.
“What are you talking about?” You saw the anger on Minho’s face and heard it in his voice. You the urge to run rose up faster then you could have processed it. You tried to get up from the couch eyes darting toward the door but Minho’s grip on you was too solid.
“I’m so sorry please let me go,” you begged as you tried to push his arms away but he once again pulled you into a hug this and you gripped onto his shirt in confusion.
“How could you think to blame yourself when you didn’t know?” He put one of his hands on the back of your head and pushed you further into him.
“But still if I-”
“There are no ifs, what happened has happened, why think about things you have no control over?”
“Why don’t you hate me?”
“Why would you think I would hate at you?”
“Because I killed our child,” you screamed into his chest, your hands trying hard to push yourself away from him.
“I’m only mad at myself.”
“Why?” It made no sense to you for there to be any reason for Minho to be mad at himself. This whole time you had never assigned any blame for anything except toward yourself.
“Because I couldn’t be there for you as you were going through this, because there was anything that I did that led you to think that I could ever hate. I’m mad at myself for not trying harder to find you because I can’t imagine what you must have been going through.” You felt his lips on the top of your head. “You big dummy I could never ever ever hate you.”
Your hands dropped their grip on his shirt as you felt all the strength leave your body. You really wanted to believe him but a part of you still felt that this was too good to be true. “Don’t you hate me for disapearing?”
“No, at the start I was desperately worried thinking that something happened to you. When I saw you again I was mad for sure because you looked fine and you refused to tell me anything. As I calmed down over time I realized that you must have had your reasons, I wasn’t going to force anything out of you but when I heard you collapsed. I just lost sight of reason. But never through any of this, even now do I hate you.”
“But you deserve to hate me, I should have said something, you had a right to know but instead I just ran away.” You were finally letting out the words you had buried deep in your heart. Minho’s hands moved to hold your face and once again you were looking into his eyes. In his eyes you didn’t see anger or hate but something much more tender. He used his thumb to brush a few tears away from your eyes.
“No part of you deserves to be hated. Yes I wish you went about this a different way but I will never know what you had to go through. More than anything I wished you just told me so that I could have been there for you.”
“I was scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of you hating me, telling me that you never wanted to see me again so I chose to leave instead. I thought… maybe you would just forget me.” Once you started spilling the truth you couldn’t stop.
“Oh baby,” Minho pulled you close into a kiss and your lips melded naturally with his. His lips were soft, gentle and familiar. You tasted the saltiness of both your tears but if someone asked you to describe the taste of that moment you would have answered ‘sweet. Minho and you softly separated before he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. “Never could I forget someone like you,” he placed another kiss. “Never could I hate you,” another kiss. “Unless you kidnap my cats then maybe,” he said in too much of a serious tone and the two of you burst into laughter both feeling lighter than ever.
God’s Du Du Du
You were nervous. Of course you would be, it was your first time seeing Minho and the rest of Stray Kids after confessing everything. They had been busy preparing for the Mayfly stage and getting their vocals done for God’s Du Du Du stage. You had been busy thinking of a good choreography and working with the stage department for all the right props and backdrops. You were planning something pretty explosive but at that moment while you stood outside the dance practice room you felt like you were going to explode. With a deep breathe in you pushed open the dance room door. The eight of them turned to wave and greet you and Minho jumped up to walk over to you. Before you could really react he grabbed your hand and led you to the other kids all of them with various confused expressions besides Chan who smiled a fatherly smile. Just as you were going to ask Minho what he was doing, he gently took off your mask and stunned you into silence. There were a couple of gasps from the other members while you just looked at Minho like he was crazy. He shrugged at you and turned toward the kids while gesturing at you.
“I’m sure some of you recognize her from when I introduced her right after we debuted. We had a stupid fight and now its over so its pointless hiding who she is. Besides dancing while wearing a mask is stupid and now she can eat with us.” Minho sat back down nonchalantly as if he didn’t just make a giant revelation. He looked up at you with the cockiest of smiles and asked “so you figured out the dance yet?”
Wolfgang
“You’re good for him you know?” Chan said as he plopped down beside you. You were sitting just a few meters away from where the main chaos was happening. Over the last week you had grown much closer to everyone else in the group and they had invited you to join them in their barbeque party before their final Kingdom performance. The excitement for finally finishing (and maybe winning first) was getting to the kids and they had gone a little wild. Half the kids were in a drinking (coca-cola and sprite) competition with their managers while the other half were making food with Minho and Chan supervising to make sure that they weren’t burning the place down. Well Chan had been supervising them until he saw you sitting by the side.
“Aren’t you supposed to make sure that Minho doesn’t get angry and cook the kids?” You asked as you heard a yell come from where the cooking was being done.
“I’m sure they’ll survive for a little bit,” Chan replied with a shrug. “Besides he’s mellowed out quite a bit since you’ve been around. You’re really good for him, I haven’t seen him so relaxed in a long time.”
“Aren’t you supposed to scold me and tell me to not cause any scandals with your groupmates?” Chan let out a loud laugh that he tried to disguise as a cough.
“Has anyone ever told you that you tend to overthink things too much?”
“Shut up,” you said close enough with Chan to punch him softly in the arm. Chan clutched onto his arm in mock agony as if you could cause his solid mass of muscle any pain.
“I’m serious though, he’ll never admit it but for the first time he came to me for advice, I’m sure you know how rare that is.”
You nodded but didn’t know what to say to Chan. Minho and you had a discussion where you had decided that only Chan needed to know the more specific details of everything and he still didn’t need to know absolutely everything. Since that discussion you and Minho’s relationship had seemed to almost revert back to exactly how it had been in the past. In fact Minho seemed even more close and clingy with you than he had been in the past. He always made sure to sit or stand next to you. He grabbed your favorite foods from the JYP cafeteria when you didn’t have time to go yourself. You found yourself watching him more and more and freely touching him to correct his moves. You often had to remind yourself that you weren’t around the members of your former dance troupe and instead around his members. You tried to be more professional and started to keep a more respectable distance after you caught the other members whispering about your relationship. That might have worked, if Minho hadn’t gotten annoyed and plopped you directly into his lap. His nonchanlance only made your embarrassment worst but you decided that maybe it was okay to just enjoy being near each other to make up for the lost time.
“Felix is waiting for you guys to finally tell us you’re dating so he can bake you two a big batch of brownies to celebrate.”
“We aren’t dating,” you told Chan honestly. While you two were enjoying each other’s company you weren’t officially dating. You honestly didn’t mind it as your relationship dynamic was one that the two of you were quite familiar with, but with the way Chan was looking at you like a kicked puppy you wondered if maybe you and Minho needed to have a talk about it soon.
“You aren’t?”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” Chan yelled loud enough to attract the attention of everyone else.
“YAH Bang Chan-ssi why are you screaming at her,” Minho yelled as he walked over holding a spatula very much looking like a disgruntled mother.
“You two-” Chan cut himself off when he noticed all the other kids and the mangers watching him, “need to talk, go take a walk around the river I’ll watch the cooks.” Chan took the spatula and pushed Minho toward you as he pointed toward the general direction of the river. Minho looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you could only smile at him. He reached his hand out to you and you took it to stand up. The two of you walked in the direction that Chan had pointed neither of you speaking until you could no longer hear the chatter of the kids.
“What do we need to talk about?” Minho asked as he squeezed the hand that he was still holding.
“It’s nothing really, just Chan being silly,” you replied not looking at Minho. He stopped walking and tugged you back until you were facing him.
“Just tell me…” Minho whined as he swung your hand back and forth.
“I just told him that we weren’t dating.”
“Ah,” Minho’s reply spiked your anxiety and you wondered if maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You turned to try and keep walking when Minho tugged your arm and pulled you into his chest. “Should we date then?” He asked.
“Geeze Minho you have to stop suddenly hugging me like this!” You used the hand that he wasn’t holding to try and push at him to no avail.
“It’s not my fault that your first reaction is always to run away.” His tone was light but you stiffened at his words. “Hey hey I didn’t mean it like that, stop looking like the world is going to end,” he gently poked your nose and you relaxed slightly.
“I mean you’re not wrong.”
“Why don’t you just answer my question~ should we date?” His voice was whiny but the look in his eyes was quite serious.
“I honestly don’t know. It would be a lie to say that I don’t want to but I’m quite terrifed,” you promised yourself that you would no longer lie to Minho and that meant telling him exactly what you thought.
“It’s true, we never dated before have we?” Minho ran his hand through your hair as he smiled softly at you.
“Yeah, I’m not sure… what us dating would even mean.”
“It would mean that I get to call you girlfriend and you get to call me boyfriend. It would mean that the kids would stop trying to not so subtly ask me what our relationship is. I’m still going to hug you when I want, feed you when I want, hold your hand when I want, kiss you when I want and I expect you to do the same. Then when we’re ready I’m going to propose so that we can get married, adopt more cats so that Soonie, Dori and Doongie can have more sibling and spend the rest of our days dancing together until we get too old and our bones crack.”
You wanted to laugh, you wanted to laugh and you wanted to kiss him so you closed the distance and attached your lips to his. The kiss still tasting absolutely sweet. When you pulled apart again you saw Minho’s smile as he reached to wipe the tears away from your eyes.
Genre: Suspense, Thriller, Drama, Mild Horror, Some Romantic Themes
Pairing: [Choose Your Ending] WayV x Reader
Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Summary: You were told your whole life to avoid Sector V, but when a series of strange dreams lead you to the entrance, you soon discover that there was more to your late father's warning than the horrible criminals kept inside.
[Main Masterlist]
[Ao3 Link] | [Wattpad Link]
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.
**Please note that this is a Rewrite of the original fic of the same name. Due to plagiarism purposes, the original version of it is still up on [Ao3] but this is a much more revamped version that ties in some old plotholes that I'd missed in the original go-around two years ago.**
*New additions as of the last update are preceded by an asterisk (*)
Last Updated: 10 April 2022
Status: Incomplete
Chapters
Teaser 1 | {TW: None}
Teaser 2 | {TW: Minor Obsessive Themes}
Chapter 1 | {TW: Language, Unsettling Themes, Minor Character Death Mention, Manipulative Themes, Terminal Illness}
Chapter 2 | {TW: Language, Unsettling Themes, Manipulative Themes, Terminal Illness, Implications of Drug Use}
Chapter 3 | {TW: Language, Unsettling Themes, Manipulative Themes, Terminal Illness, Implications of Domestic Abuse (Nothing Explicitly Written), Implications of an Abusive Relationship (Nothing Explicitly Written), Mentions of Gun Use}
*Chapter 5 | {TW: Language, Unsettling Themes, Manipulative Themes, Stalking, Mentions of Injuries, Bandages, Light Blood Mention, Implications of a Terminal Illness}
Summary: It’s only natural that the Warden would keep notes of his inmates. In order to track the mental states and happenings between the inmates, the previous Warden began monthly logs for all of his inmates, while Ten continued them after his untimely, but expected, death. However, upon the continuation of these notes, there appears to be a string of misfortune amongst all the logs. Another world-building side series to replace the character profiles. I would definitely recommend that you read these in the order I list them in! (These take the place of Character Profiles)
Entry 1011 | {TW: Mentions of Murder, White Room Torture, Unsettling Themes, Broken Mirrors, Mentions of Suicide, Murder}
Entry 10110 | {TW: Mentions of Murder, Unsettling Themes, Terminal Illness, Descriptions of Insanity}
Summary: Many things go down in this one room. Now you have the ability to read the transcripts from these Interrogations with our main six inmates and either Warden, courtesy of Sector V’s resident transcriber Kim Jungwoo. Now, these aren’t necessary to understand Zemblanity’s main plot, but if you have questions like “What did they do?” you’ll find your answers here.
Tape 0 | {TW: None}
Tape 1 | {TW: Mentions and Descriptions of Murder}
Tape 2 | {TW: Mentions and Descriptions of Murder}
Tape 3 | {TW: Death Mention, Mentions of a War, Nongraphic Mentions of Murder (Strangulation), Language}
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So, I have a couple ideas floating around my head, but the ones that seem most likely right now are as follows:
An idea that I’m looking at really hard and trying to resist is the idea of Chat Noir barreling into a storage closet at school where Marinette has just detransformed and then his transformation drops, so Marinette discovers his identity. They start hanging out, and Adrien/Chat really opens up to Marinette because now he doesn’t have to have any secrets from her. They get to see different sides of one another and fall in love. I think that sounds like a fun story. Do you? ^.^;
I’m also thinking about doing a Lukadrien companion piece to my Marichat/Adrienette story Serendipity. It would be mostly from Luka’s point of view and would feature Adrien and Luka hanging out and talking about various events mentioned or described in Serendipity. I don’t know if it would be enjoyable to read, though. There would be a lot of heavy discussions about Adrien’s self-discovery journey/sexuality/relationship issues/increasingly ridiculous identity shenanigans with Marinette and a lot of Lukadrien pining. I don’t know. The working title is “Zemblanity”. Does that sound like something you guys would be interested in?
15. Give us a snippet of something from your WIPs!
Oh, gosh. What do I have right now? Hm. How about the Gabriel/Émilie story that I’ll probably never publish/finish? That one’s fun. They’re sixteen and in high school. Gabriel and his mother have just moved to Marseille.
If someone asks for number fifteen again, I’ll give you something else. ^.^ (Thanks for the ask!!!)
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A door slammed, audible even in the noisy corridor, making Gabriel and half of the hallway’s other occupants jump.
Some ways away, a young blonde woman had just entered through the door leading out to the fields. Her back was to the room as she roared, “Go to hell, André!”
Many of the other students stopped to stare at her.
Gabriel paused with his Geometry text halfway out of his locker to gawk with the rest, taking her in.
She gave the door a vengeful kick with one of her massive, black leather combat boots and spun away in a huff, her wheat blonde hair fanning out in a halo behind her.
“Who’s that?” Gabriel whispered, unable to keep the blatant curiosity out of his voice. He reached out to put a hand on Olivier’s arm to get his cousin’s attention but missed twice.
“Craaaap,” Olivier squeaked like a chipmunk. “Émilie. That’s Émilie. Crap. Don’t look at her. Whatever you do, don’t look at her.”
“Why? Does she have a boyfriend who will mind?”
“I think she and André just broke up, but that’s not the problem.” Olivier began to squirm as Émilie stalked down the hall, headed in their direction.
“What’s the problem?” Gabriel’s eyes lingered over Émilie’s ripped jeans, olive green tank top, and oversized black leather jacket.
He watched as Émilie wheeled on one of the spectators, feigning a lunge and snapping in his face. She bared her teeth like a rabid dog and barked, “The hell are you looking at?!”
“Gabe, she’s freaking psycho!” his cousin hissed.
The crowd parted, as if on cue, and it became abundantly clear that Gabriel and Olivier were directly in Émilie’s trajectory.
“Craaaap,” Olivier whined again, beginning to tug on Gabriel’s arm. “Come on. We gotta get out of here.”
Gabriel didn’t budge.
The rest of the mob averted their eyes, waiting until Émilie had passed to turn back and gape at her, but Gabriel watched her openly.
Their eyes met, gazes locking.
Her stare narrowed, sharpened, into two piercing, poison green darts, slicing into him.
“Gabe!” Olivier pleaded with life-or-death urgency, yanking on his cousin’s arm more insistently.
It was too late.
Émilie came to a halt three feet in front of them, hands on her hips, head cocked in a way that demanded an explanation of them. She drew herself up to her full, regal height, standing proud, nonverbally issuing a challenge.
She stood a good three inches shorter than Gabriel’s six feet, but she exuded enough command of the situation to make up for each one of those inches.
Her mouth began to twist into a snarl, but Gabriel spoke first. “Good Morning.”
Émilie’s confidence diminished slightly, her anger abating into an unsure frown. Did he not know who she was? Had no one told him about her?
“Your makeup is exquisite,” Gabriel continued, paying the compliment in a way that bespoke honest admiration.
Émilie blinked and gave him a bemused look, as if she couldn’t decide if he was serious.
She had foregone the iconic bone-white foundation, but she’d painted her face in the traditional style of a calavera with the black, vertical lines starting at the corners of her mouth and running across her lips like stitches. Her nose had been painted black to mimic the void at the center of the skull left behind once the cartilage had decayed. Two black circles surrounded her eyes, likewise evoking a skull’s cavities and making the vivid green of her irises pop. Hearts, teardrops, flowers, and coquettish arabesques dotted her face in an iridescent peacock blue, completing the look.
“Did you do that yourself? It’s very skillfully done,” Gabriel insisted.
Her lips twitched, the left side of her mouth quirking up into a not-quite-smile that was every bit as intrigued as it was blindsided.
She attempted a haughty laugh, but it came out as a half-swallowed, fluttery noise, betraying her shaken state.
Was he serious or just messing with her? Was he waiting for her to accept the compliment so he could turn around and take it back, call her a freak? Was he luring her into a false sense of security so that he could pull the rug out from under her and laugh when she ended up on her rear at his feet?
No one just said things like that. He had to be setting her up to be the butt of a joke.
He seemed kind, but kindness was suspicious.
In Émilie’s experience, people weren’t really nice like that. People didn’t say nice things.
Friendliness was suspicious.
He must want something. What did he want from her? What was he getting out of this? What was his game?
Hadn’t anyone told him that messing with Em would get you stabbed with a pencil?
Yet he was looking at her expectantly…earnestly…
She almost opened her mouth to reply that she had done her own makeup, but she caught herself at the last moment.
Instead, she gave a snort and whirled around to open the locker three down from Gabriel’s. She didn’t even put in the combination, as she habitually left it unlocked—pity the poor sap who stole from her or dared to mess with her things. (There had been people who learned this the hard way and people who learned from the people who learned the hard way.)
Émilie smirked as she met Gabriel’s gaze in the small, rectangular mirror on the inside of her locker door. She maintained impish eye contact as she twisted her hair up into a bun on top of her head and then impaled it with two black chopsticks.
His eyes never left hers as she grinned sweetly, taking the middle finger of her left hand and biting it. She grabbed her bookbag out of the locker and turned back to face Gabriel, hip-checking the door shut without bothering to lock it. She pulled her middle finger out of her mouth with a pop towards him, as if blowing him a kiss.
Émilie smirked, tossing her head as she sauntered off.
“…Crap,” Olivier moaned as soon as Émilie was out of earshot.
Gabriel put a hand to his chin, fingers splaying over his lips as he chuckled, “I think I’ve made a friend.”
He kept his eyes trained on her as she made her way down the hall, periodically stopping to threaten and terrify other students who happened to look at her the wrong way.
“Gabe, you’ve been at this school less than fifteen minutes, and you’ve already got yourself on Émilie’s hit list,” Olivier scoffed, shaking his head as he opened his own locker.
“Is it a long list?” Gabriel hummed, gathering the rest of his things once Émilie had disappeared around the corner.
“Let’s just say that it’s well-maintained. If it starts getting too long, she cleans house, if you get what I mean.” Olivier shut his locker with a slam and turned on his heel. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Cant believe I always used normal coloured pencils until now when its SO much easier with felt tipped pens. What the hell ? This is so cool… too bad I only got like… four colours (need more, FAST).
