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Mistletoe Headcanons!

Including Akira/Ren, Ryuji, Ann, Haru, and Futaba!

MERRRY CHRISTMASSS~!

Or Hanukkah~!!!

I hope all of you had a good year and celebrate Christmas/Hanukkah this year. As a toast, I’ll happily write Mistletoe Headcanons for (Majority) of the Phantom Thieves! I really hope you can see the extra effort I tried to put into this, I hope you enjoy🎄🌸🌸

(This may have turned into kissing headcanons while writing, but it’s a win-win either way.)

Akira Kurusu

He is incredibly suave when it comes to kisses, so be prepared for your heart to absolutely melt because of him.

He normally wouldn’t care much about mistletoes, but with you? It’s a whole different story.

It doesn’t really matter wether or not you’re in public, he doesn’t care what other people think (To some extent) and will show his love for you anywhere you feel comfortable.

If his stats are maxed out, he will ABSOLUTELY ask you to dance.

“Would you like to dance, Treasure?”

As he interwines his hand with yours, he’ll gently spin you around and perfectly land you both under the mistletoe without missing a beat.

“Ah, it seems like we’re both under the mistletoe. Would you like to share a kiss~?”

He cups your face and presses a firm yet heartwarming kiss against your lips.

This was all in front of the Phantom Thieves, if you were wondering.

Buuuuuut never mind that! It depends if he’s feeling snarky or greedy that day, because he’ll either continue to pepper you with kisses as your face is beet red or just... Walks away, and the bastard absolutely knows you’ll come up to him wanting more.

“You’re being quite greedy, Treasure. Do you want me to shower you with some affection?”

If you’re both in his room relaxing, he’ll lean in reaaaaally close into your face and hang a mistletoe above the two of you. He likes to wait a few seconds before kissing you to see your reaction.

Making him flustered with a mistletoe usually depends on his mood! If you want to make him go weak in his knees, the best time to do it is when your initiating cuddling with him or whispering reassurance into his ear.

He’ll pull you back into the kiss, muttering sweet words as he pulls back for air.

“I love you, Treasure... I love you so much...”

“You’re the only thing I want this year...”

If you sneakily walk up to him and hang a mistletoe between you two, he’ll smirk and give you a teasing remark before giving you your well deserved kiss.

“You’re so cute, Y/N.”

The two of you can be caught off guard if Futaba randomly hangs a mistletoe above you two while chatting.

“Heeey, what are you two waiting for? Kiss, kiss!”

Akira silently cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Ah, what a charming young man~

Ryuji Sakamoto

He gets flustered just at the mention of a mistletoe. He also thinks the general idea is stupid.

“What’s the point of a mistletoe? Isn’t it just some weird thing to get people to kiss?”

But when it comes to you he reaaallly wants to score a kiss from you under the mistletoe.

Of course he wants to kiss you! But with everyone watching you two like that? Too embarrassing.

Which means you or one of the Phantom Thieves have to initiate it. Oh boy.

If you silently hold up a mistletoe above you two, he’ll stare at you confused until he looks up.

“W-What the heck are you doing with that thing?”

“I wanna kiss you, bonehead.”

“Jeez! If you wanna kiss me, you don’t have to use a stupid mistletoe.”

You found it adorable that he was so shy about kissing you, either because it was in public or that he was caught off guard. Either way, you enjoyed it~

He’s also very oblivious, you two can be standing under a mistletoe and he’ll just continue talking. In situations like that, you just have to kiss him without warning. It gives a cuter reaction, so it’s a win win!

If you keep nagging him with a mistletoe, he’ll slowly get used to it and take advantage of the fact he’ll get kisses~

“..Are you really not gonna stop bothering me with that thing?”

“Nope! Not until Christmas is over.”

“Alright, alright. Come here.”

His kisses are very cute but short! You gotta pull him back in for a longer kiss.

“Are you happy n- MMPH?!”

“Now I’m happy~”

He’s really cute when he gets upset if someone hangs a mistletoe above you two. He has a noticeable blush on his cheeks and he’ll try to avoid eye contact with you.

Who was the culprit? Futaba, of course. It’s always Futaba, heheh~

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ryuji—“

“S-Shut up!”

After the holidays are over, he’s glad he won’t have to be pestered with a mistletoe. But he will miss the copious amounts of kisses he got from you.

Ann Takamaki

She’s confused about the concept of a mistletoe, but being a fan of romance, is totally down for it.

She’ll usually initiate to get you two under the mistletoe! Either by dragging you under one or casually lifting it up above your heads.

Since she doesn’t care wether or not people see you two being intimate, she’ll do it whenever the time calls.

You find it amusing at how smug and eager she acts whenever you’re under a mistletoe because of her.

“Oh wow, what a surprise! Looks like we’re under the mistletoe.”

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

On the other hand, she gets rather flustered if you initiate it. She’ll struggle a bit to look at you in the eye but will gladly kiss you back.

“A mistletoe..?”

“Come here, you dork.”

“Hey, can we do that one more time?”

She loves kissing you, so be prepared to be regulary swept under the mistletoe. The absolute joy on her face is so precious, please cherish her and she’ll do the same back!

If you’re both in private, she’ll be more intimate with you physically and verbally. Lingering kisses that last a few seconds longer, caressing eachothers cheeks, somber words in eachothers ears, she’s so cute~

“Mm, I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m so lucky, you know that? If you weren’t mine, I’d want you for Christmas! Hehe!”

You can tell how much she adores you just from her kisses. Take good care of her!

She has a big smile on her face and giggles whenever you pull her back in for another kiss.

Ann enjoys to pepper you with kisses afterwards! She loves giving you affection and won’t be afraid to do so.

If you two are both surprised by a mistletoe, wether it be Akira or Futaba, she won’t have any shame and kiss you like usual.

“Ah?! You scared me! What are you doing with that?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Out of all of the Phantom Thieves, Akira and Ann have the best kisses.

Haru Okumura

Besides Futaba, she gets easily flustered by the thought of kissing you. But further into the relationship, she became more intimate and initiated kisses with you. Although she does still get a bit shy!

She’s such a hopeless romantic, so she would absolutely melt at the thought of you two kissing under a mistletoe!

She never knew how to bring it up to you, so she, shyly, hung a mistletoe between you two. Sometimes she’ll ask someone else to do it for her, but it’s rare.

“Oh, my. Would you look at that. I guess that means we should kiss, right?”

The shy smile she had on her face made your heart melt, to be honest.

And the way she leans in to kiss you?? It’s so adorable oh my god. Her face is so cute when she puckers her lips and closes her eyes!!

She’s a bit caught off guard when you do kiss her, even if she was expecting it. The quiet yelp makes you smile a bit.

If you two are in public, she’ll pull away after a few seconds and glance around shyly to see if anyone saw that. It’s not like she cares about her image, but someone seeing you two kiss makes her flustered.

But! In private she’s going to be a lot for intimate! She almost seems desperate at times. If you let go, she’ll immediately hug you and kiss you deeply again.

She likes feeling your body, so she’ll run her hands in your hair or caress your cheeks.

Her face is flushed when she pulls back, but she smiles at you and mutters a small “I love you.”

“You’re something money never could buy, dear.”

Being surprised with a mistletoe makes her weak in the knees. The lovesick look on her face can make any man or woman’s heart to ache.

“A mistletoe? Ah, that means..”

Haru always feels energized after you kiss her, so hearing her angelic laugh is usual.

“Hehehe! Thank you for the kiss, Y/N.”

Although she’s happy, she can’t stop feeling so flustered and embarrassed!! Haru usually has a big smile on her face while she embarrasingly covers her face with her hands.

Your heart is absolutely melted at this point, who wouldn’t want to pepper her with kisses and cuddle her afterwards??

Futaba Sakura

Although she enjoys pestering on other peoples love lifes, she has no idea what to do in her own. Heck, she’d never even knew she’d be dating someone as amazing as you. (She loves you a lot by the way, she’s just too shy to say it..)

She totally loves the idea of kissing under a mistletoe, shes seen it in anime all the time. It wouldn’t be too hard, right? Thanks to her being easily embarrassed, she’d be weong.

No way is she going to initiate it, so she’s counting on you to do it for her!

Fourtunatley, she’s easy to read. You can see her staring at the mistletoe nearby or her face flushing whenever she spots a couple kiss under it.

“Eh? What are you doing?”

“You’ll see~”

She immediately notices your dragging her ot the mistletoe and she becomes a stuttering, blushy mess.

“W-W-Wait!! Hold on! I’m not ready! W-What if I mess up and—“

“Shhhh, It’s just a kiss, dork.”

She’ll calm down if you hold her close and caress her cheeks. She always feels so calm when you give her affection.

Futaba still feels extremely embarrassed, but leans in and expects you to close the gap. It’s your choice wether you want to kiss her hard to surprise her or give her a gentle kiss.

You can almost feel her body trembling when your lips both touch. Not that she’s anxious, but oh my goodness she loves you so much that she doesn’t know how to deal with it. Anything you do to her that can be taken romantically makes her knees wobble and her cheeks flush red.

If you’re a bit taller than Futaba, you find it adorable when she leans up on her tippy toes to kiss you.

Futaba still feels embarrassed when you pull back, but loosens up immediately. Returning back to her childish attitude.

“W-Wow! That felt amazing, I-It was like I was the protagonist of a romance anime..”

“Hey, c-can we maybe do that one more time..?”

She had the dumbest smile on her face, totally lovestruck. If Akira saw her like this, she’d know she would be in for a lot of teasing. Touche.

Although she’s still flustered, she regains her fun personality and sometimes hangs up a mistletoe between you two in a teasing manner.

She expects that this time you’ll be embarrassed and she can get some sort of payback for making her so embarrassed, but it’s up to you on how you’ll react.

Futaba is still flustered even in private, but the intimacy in the kiss is very noticeable.

Dear god, start french kissing her and she’ll probably pass out. If you want to be a big tease to her, suddenly deepen the kiss and french kiss her.

She wakes up from her shock pretty fast, and begins punching you in the chest while scolding you.

“W-W-What was that for?! D-Did you really have to do that?!”

She’d rather be dead then admit this, but she liked it a lot when you did that~

Dies from embarrassment if Akira hangs a mistletoe above the both of you. She loathes that shit eating grin he has on his face, must’ve been payback for all the times shes teased him about his flowy pants.

“A-A m-mistletoe?!”

“What a coincidence, you and Y/N are both underneath it.”

“Don’t act so innocent, Akira!”

You had to chuckle at that, who wouldn’t? Besides, getting to see an upset Futaba was adorable.

As she argues with Akira, this is the perfect chance to catch her off guard and kiss her. You’ll have to thank Akira for this later.

“A-Ah.. Wait, I shouldn’t be grateful! Don’t do that again, Akira!”

As flustered she can get, she adores your kisses and would suffer through anything to get them~

Dec 25 - Happy Holidays from Susumu 🌸

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 33 - Coming to a Close

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4k words

Chapter 33 - Coming to a Close

“What the – What is she doing here?! This is highly inappropriate!” The lawyer shouted angrily. You gulped, feeling Chun-Hei lay a gentle hand on your shoulder. “There is absolutely no reason for her to be here.”

“She wants to be. Don’t worry, I got permission. Besides, she wanted to come.” Myung-Dae said simply. Weong-Bin quickly stood up, walking straight in your direction. He expected you to cower in his approach, however, other than a deep and noticeable breath, you didn’t flinch. You stood tall, a stern expression on your face. The shaking in your hands had slowly begun to stop, and you were gripping the SD card. To say it threw Weong-Bin off was a total understatement, it absolutely shocked him.

“What are you doing? Don’t be stupid.” He said. “You should be rest-.”

“Don’t try it.” You said softly. “You have until the audio is over to think up a good reason why this is happening.” Without another reason, you walked towards Myung-Dae, who kindly pulled out a seat for you, and in return, you handed him the SD card for him to slip into a tiny portable laptop. Weong-Bin was motioned to his seat by Chun-Hei, who then joined her superior, who was typing away on the computer to pull up the audio files. Weong-Bin glanced at his lawyer, but the lawyer was just as silent and stoic as you had seemed to be. There was a moment of silence, other than the tapping of the laptop keys. Weong-Bin felt as though that noise would make his eardrums burst, it felt almost deafening to him. His heart was pounding as Myung-Dae’s fingers clicked one final button, and finally, Weong-Bin’s voice crackled into the room.

“Just stay around. I’ll be in touch. Trust me, I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t desperate. This guy has ruined my life for long enough…and I’m tired of it.”

“Just promise me that you will kill. Jung. Hoseok. It’ll probably get your family a nice Christmas this year.” There was a moment of silence before Shin-Il responded with his promise to do so. Weong-Bin looked at you. Your eyes were glued to the computer screen. He could see how wet they were getting, and you had to chew on your lip to keep yourself collected. Weong-Bin groaned in annoyance, and Myung-Dae looked up.

“What’s wrong? Don’t worry, my favorite part is coming up too, just wait.” He teased, hitting the fast forward button. “All this is specifics on where your family lived, where Hoseok worked, his hours, your daughter’s schools, and even your ex-wife’s work. I’m sure you remembered every anniversary too, didn’t you, smart boy?”

“Not once.” You said softly, earning a glare from Weong-Bin that you had to cast your eyes even farther down onto the keyboard to completely avoid. Myung-Dae laughed, before finally hitting the play button again.

“I need you not to just kill Hoseok. I thought about it for the past few days. I can’t handle not being the one in their lives, and I won’t watch while someone else is. I need you to just kill them all.”

“Turn it off.” The lawyer said. Myung-Dae quickly obliged, and Chun-Hei gently reached out to offer you a tissue. You took it, using it to dab your teary-eyes. “Where’s the punk Shin-Il that my client identified in these calls?”

“Arrested.” Myung-Dae said. “In fact, what he told us was a huge help too. The records are just the sprinkles on this delicious sundae I like to call ‘payback’, Mr. Cho.” Myung-Dae looked at the glaring Weong-Bin.

“Don’t be cute.” The lawyer hissed. Myung-Dae shrugged. However, the lawyer knew a punk in trouble with arson testifying against Weong-Bin was one thing, but these audio clips were legally obtained, and therefore, extremely beneficial in putting Weong-Bin away not only for the assaults but attempted murder and conspiracy. That’s a long sentence for this guy. “…What if we make a deal?”

“A DEAL?!” Weong-Bin snapped. “Are you fucking nuts? No way.”

“Listen to your lawyer, kid. If we get the prosecutor in here and make a deal then we can get you in jail for a much shorter time than honestly, you deserve. You may get found innocent for the assault, that’s one thing. But once these audio clips and Shin-Il’s testimony, along with Officer Song, yet another individual whose life you’ve manipulated for your selfish gains, you’ll be found guilty before the judge even leans back in his chair to take a breath. Then, you’ll never get out. Be smart.” Weong-Bin looked at you, finally seeing you staring right back at him.

“Honey…” He said gently, sitting back down. His cuffed wrists reached out to you, hoping you would take them. You didn’t move. “This has to be a setup. There’s no way I would ever hurt you and the girls, you know that…” You hummed, reaching out and taking Weong-Bin’s hands into your own. He smiled a bit.

“Can we talk alone?” you asked, looking at Myung-Dae. He glanced at the lawyer, who looked at Weong-Bin. Weong-Bin looked over.

“Officer Oh has to stay.” The lawyer said, motioning to the cop in charge of Weong-Bin. You nodded, your eyes focusing on the hands that you had gently placed inside Weong-Bin’s as you heard Chun-Hei, Myung-Dae, and the lawyer exit the cell, assuring you they would be nearby in case anything occurred. Once they were gone, you took a shaky breath, and Weong-Bin was unsure what to say as well. Silently, your fingers enclosed around his, allowing your nails to dig deep into his flesh. He winced a bit, and when he tried to pull back his hands, your grip prevented him from doing so. “Ow. Let go.” He huffed.

“No,” you said softly. “Please tell me what put you in this position. How could you…even think about burning your daughters alive?” Weong-Bin blinked. “The two girls you claim are your whole world…You were willing to end their lives because of what? Your jealousy?” Weong-Bin was silent again. You looked up at him, eyes pooling with tears. “TELL ME!” You snapped.

“Don’t yell at me.” He hissed, glaring at him.

“Why? You’ll find someone else to try and kill me if I do? I’m…not scared of your threats anymore.” You said shakily.

“It’s a setup! You know I love you and those girls more than anything!” He said angrily. “I just don’t want to lose you to someone else.”

“We’ve been divorced for like two years, Weong-Bin. Stop living in your fantasy world, please! I don’t want to live there with you, it’s an awful, torturous place where only you make the rules. I can’t handle this anymore.” You looked down at his hands again, seeing that your nails were leaving signs of red markings. “Please…if you have any respect for me at all, you’ll come clean and tell me why…just why?” You choked out. You wanted to cover your mouth, but you didn’t want to pull your hands away from his fists. You were enjoying the slight control that this simple act filled you with, but at the same time, you were mortified he would lash out the second he was free.

“I already said I couldn’t bear to watch you and the girls with someone else.” He said simply. “You’re my family, not anybody else’s. I made the three of you into what you are today, nobody else knows you like I do.” You groaned.

“You’re a monster….” You sniffled. “An absolute monster.” You looked at him, releasing your tight grip on his hands, but not moving your hands entirely. “You tried to kill the people you claim to love so much.”

“You guys were going to leave me for good. What was I supposed to do?”

“Serve your assault sentence and come out a better man for your children! I’d at least have some respect for you if you did that. I never would’ve expected this from you…I couldn’t believe it at first.” You glanced up at him. “You’ve ruined so many lives with your selfishness, do you know that?”

“Oh, have I?” He scoffed. “Whose?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

“Officer Song is at risk of losing his job because of you, Shin-Il is imprisoned and may never see his child again because you manipulated him with money, Min Ja’s anxiety has only heightened after the fire, Hoseok’s lungs were almost as black as a chain smokers, your ex-girlfriend Sooyeon had to listen to you talk endlessly about your disgusting obsession with control over us, and your lawyer has to put up with you, which is torture enough.” Weong-Bin’s lips turned into a deep frown, and you shivered. “I’m sick and tired of dealing with you.” Slowly pulling your hands back, you stood up. “I advise you to take the deal being offered to you.”

“I’m not doing that. I don’t lose.” Weong-Bin hissed, hopping out of his seat. Officer Oh approached, prepared to hold Weong-Bin down if necessary. You stepped back. “You’re so stupid. If you guys had died, you would’ve been so safe and happy together until I got there. I would have been at peace until I saw you again…what am I supposed to do not knowing what you’re doing?” You blinked, staring at the face of Weong-Bin. It made you think back to the small smiles he could give you as you passed on the college campus, the face of the handsome, yet the slightly mysterious and aggressive man that all the girls swooned over. Yet, for some reason, he had chosen you, over all the girls on campus that would’ve killed for a glance. You felt so lucky that Weong-Bin was there to help you get over not only the break-up with Hoseok but the time after losing your child. The face of that beautifully mysterious individual was now replaced with dark, emotionless eyes. Eyes that only feasted on control and selfish intent. If Weong-Bin ever was a good person, which you now began to fully doubt, that person was the only person that died within the fires he tried to cause. It was if you were staring at a stranger for the first time, their life story a total mystery to you.

“…Oh my God, you’ve cracked.” You said softly. “This must have been what you’ve always been like.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He hissed.

“I used to tell myself sometimes that something happened that caused you to be so different from when we first met. Was it the difficulty we faced having more kids? Was it the divorce? Was it before that? Did I do something to make you this way, was I not a good enough wife or mother to our children? Those thoughts ran through my head all the time, every time I was hit and demeaned. But nothing changed. You’ve always been this way; you were just good at covering it up until you had me in your grip.” Nodding your head, you sighed. “I was going to say for you to try and find that Cho Weong-Bin that I had fallen in love with back in college while you rot in prison, but…that Weong-Bin never existed, so any form of soul searching or praying will be in vain. It’s a shame…” Scooping up your bag, you sighed. “Don’t expect me to bring the girls here to visit either.”

“You can’t do that; those are my kids.” He choked out. You didn’t respond. “Hey-.”

“I told them I’ll never judge them if they chose to love you because you’re still their father. But until they’re old enough to make those choices themselves, I won’t let them in this building. But by the time they are that age, they’ll never want to see you again just like I don’t.” With that, you slowly began to walk away. Weong-Bin called your name a few times, but as you approached the exit of the cell, you didn’t respond.

“ANSWER ME!” He snapped. “You can’t…you can’t end on that.” You stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him.

“You’re right. There’s one more thing…” you said softly. Slowly, you walked towards him. Lifting a hand, you quickly punched Weong-Bin in the stomach. He grunted, doubling over a bit. Without hesitation, you took his arm and yanked him up onto his feet.

“What the fuck was that for?!” He shouted. “I’ll sue you for harassment!”

“That was for me, and for Yoo Hyun, who now has to grow up parentless because of her father’s stupid decisions that can be traced right back to your selfishness.” You huffed. “But don’t worry, I know where to hit that won’t show any marks. I’ve had enough experience that I’ve learned all the good spots.” Weong-Bin scoffed as he watched you exit the cell, only for Myung-Dae and the lawyer to return.

“She just punched me!” Weong-Bin snapped. “I want her charged for assault! Officer Oh saw it-.” When he looked to the officer for back up, Mr. Oh shrugged, simply shaking his head. “What?!”

“Alright enough horsing around. Our prosecutor is here. Ready to make a deal?” Myung-Dae asked, sitting back down.

The moment you were out of earshot of Weong-Bin, you collapsed right onto the ground. Chun-Hei knelt beside you.

“Are you alright, Miss. Cho?!” She gasped. You nodded, gulping a bit. “You did wonderfully, I’m sure. Weong-Bin will finally be put in jail and away from you for good…” You nodded, finally taking the moment to let all the tears you tried your best to hold in while in the cell escape your eyes and onto the floor. Chun-Hie silently watched as you sobbed hysterically, your body shaking and make-up smearing. She rubbed your back, looking towards the cell where Weong-Bin was finally sealing his fate.

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Finally, the day arrived. Weong-Bin’s trial was coming to an end, and everyone had gathered to watch him plead guilty in the promise of a lesser sentence. Lesser was a tame term, he was expected to be in jail for 40 years instead of over 60, allowing him to get out of jail at age 67, depending on his behavior. Shin-Il’s testimony as well as the audio recordings and camera evidence were not needed due to Weong-Bin’s plea. Shin-Il’s trial would be within the next few weeks, and follow a similar pattern at Weong-Bin’s, as he also planned to confess to what Weong-Bin told him to do in exchange for some money. You planned to attend that as well. But for now, you sat stiff as a board in the courtroom. Since Weong-Bin was pleading guilty, the judge found no need for there to be multiple people-watching in the room. However, you were given permission and found yourself sitting in the front row, giving you a perfect view of Weong-Bin as he stood responsible for his crimes. Myung-Dae had joined you as well, as support, but that was it.

“Does the defense agrees to all terms that come with their plea of guilty?” The judge asked curiously. Weong-Bin glanced at his lawyer, who nodded. Despite the absolute agony he must have been feeling, Weong-Bin nodded. “Excellent. Then, after reviewing all evidence regarding both the assault charges as well as the attempted murder and conspiracy charges, I final Cho Weong-Bin guilty on all charges and sentenced to a maximum of 45 years in prison, allowing him a chance to receive bail in the year 2065. That is all.” The judge slammed the gavel down onto the table. Weong-Bin immediately looked at you, and you could hear a slight commotion from the people you had waiting for you outside. You stared directly at Weong-Bin he was guided out by two cops. All of the memories you two had shared, good or bad, where exiting right out the door along with Weong-Bin. He was not putting up any sort of fight anymore, he was just watching you until the door closed behind him and ended his view.

Myung-Dae put a hand on your shoulder as Weong-Bin was led out, and you glanced over.

“You did a great job.” He said gently. You smiled a bit. “You okay?”

“I think so…” you said softly, your hands fiddling together in your lap. “It…doesn’t feel real at all…to think, he’s really in prison.”

“He deserves it, the jerk.” Myung-Dae hummed, standing up. “Shall we go?” You glanced up, watching as the judge, the lawyer, and the other cops exited.

“…Can I just sit here for a moment?” You asked. Myung-Dae nodded, smiling.

“Sure, I’ll go outside and tell your family.” Myung-Dae offered you a gentle pat on your head before exiting the room, leaving you alone in the empty courtroom. You let the silence take its time to envelope you, and you closed your eyes, resting your face in your hands as your elbows balanced in your lap.

It was all finally over.

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Weong-Bin was led out of the courtroom and down towards the car that was waiting outside to transport him back to jail. This meant that he had to pass through the hallways of people, which he honestly dreaded. He watched as all of your friends and family entered his view, talking to Myung-Dae. They were all grinning, and it pissed him off immensely. As he got closer, they looked over to him, the first one to move from their spot was Yoongi. Fuck.

“I hope this finally taught you a lesson.” Yoongi hissed angrily. Namjoon fixed his glasses.

“No need to engage with the idiot, Hyung.” He said simply. “Don’t stoop to his level.”

“Well I can!” Taehyung huffed, pointing at Weong-Bin, who forced himself to stop in his tracks and turn to the young man when he heard his deep voice. “I hope you enjoy your new home you piece of garbage! I knew this would happen one day and I’m so glad I’m alive to witness it!”

“TAEHYUNG!” Jimin held his shoulders as his friend continued shouting insults. “I know you’re happy, we all are-.” When he said that, he looked right at Weong-Bin, who scoffed. “But don’t make a scene. You’re upsetting your parents.” He glanced at your mother and step-father, who was watching this along with the prosecutor.

“Why not?!” Jungkook asked. “All that humiliation to Noona and he can’t get any in return!?” He pouted.

“Jungkook understands!” Taehyung shouted, the duo giving each other an extremely strong high-five. The cops tried to lead Weong-Bin off, but he refused to move.

“I want to hear what these idiots have to say.” He said. “It’s the last time I’ll ever see them, I hoped we could part with some KIND parting words.”

“Parting words? Are you a madman!?” Jin huffed. “You think you’re so funny, I can’t wait to see how smug you are behind bars for a few more years, you know?”

“Seriously! Don’t act so pompous, asshat. And if we ever find out you’re bothering Hoseok or any of his family again-.” Yoongi smirked when he saw Weong-Bin grimace at the comment. “You’ll be getting a visit from me, understand?”

“Okay, let’s go.” Weong-Bin scoffed, finally deciding to go along with the cops. As he headed towards the elevator, he continued to hear Taehyung toss out childish and stupid insults that he simply shrugged off with slight amusement. However, just as the cops were to guide him down a separate staircase to e sure privacy, the elevator doors beside them opened. Hoseok, who had been out of the ER for a few days, stepped out, and Weong-Bin stopped in his tracks again, mostly out of shock. Hoseok had a bottle of water in his hand, capping it as he came face to face with Weong-Bin.

“…Jung Hoseok.” Weong-Bin said simply. Hoseok blinked.

“Cho Weong-Bin…” he said. “That jumpsuit looks good on you. Better than any suit I’ve seen you in.” Weong-Bin scoffed. “I knew this would happen. I’m so happy, you have no idea.”

“…I hate you.” Weong-Bin scoffed. Hoseok smiled, but Weong-Bin found no joy in that smile whatsoever.

“The feeling is mutual. That’s why you weren’t going to be invited to the wedding regardless.” He smirked.

“Wed- WHAT?!” He snapped, finally being pushed forward by the guards. Hoseok waved him off as Weong-Bin was led off.

“Bye, byeeee~.” He cooed, Once he was gone, Hoseok let out a soft sigh. “Idiot.” He hummed, turning back to the crowd of friends. Just as he did, he saw you walk out of the courtroom. Hoseok stood in place as he watched Jungkook be the first one to spring into your arms.

“NOONA! I’m so proud of you!” he said happily. You quickly hugged him back, grinning at the 22-year-old. “That jackass won’t bother you ever again so long as we can help it, okay?”

“Don’t curse.” Seokjin said, Jungkook blinked.

“Hyung, I’m legally allowed to drink, cursing is nothing.” He said, nudging his older friend playfully in the stomach, as he grunted in slight pain. You smiled a bit. Suddenly, you were embraced by another hug, this time, a collective one of Taehyung and your parents.

“You were amazing. Congratulations.” Your mother said gently. You nodded, resting your head on her shoulders. Almost immediately, Jimin pushed everyone together.

“Group hug, group hug, group hug!” He chanted, and everyone did just that. You laughed a bit as the courtroom hall was filled with chanting young men who were circling you in a huge hug.

“You’re making a scene.” The prosecutor said, crossing her arms. The group hug finally broke up, and everyone looked around to see the confused looks of passing by individuals that had witnessed…well…whatever was going on here. You smoothed out your dress and hair, unable to control the giggles at the boy’s utter stupidity. However, before you knew it, those giggles were turning into whimpers and choked out sobs. Eyes fell onto you as you quickly wiped your eyes, sniffling as you felt yourself beginning to cry again.

“I-I can’t believe I’m still crying…” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I shouldn’t have any more tears by this point.” Jungkook wasted no time pulling you into another hug, which you quickly returned to the boy. “Heh. I’m honored you’re giving me so many hugs.”

“It’s only for you, Noona.” The normally girl-fearing boy mumbled shyly.” I wouldn’t do this normally…” you smiled a bit. As you continued to hug Jungkook, you heard footsteps approach. When you looked up, you saw Hoseok walking over, water bottle in his hand. He passed it over to you and smiled.

“I figured you might need this.” He said simply. You smiled, taking the bottle into your hands. “You did amazing…I told you it would be a walk in the park.”

“I know.” You said softly. “How are the girls?”

“I just called Yuna. They’re waiting for us to come home.” You nodded, smiling a bit. “Oh, Uhm…” Hoseok shifted a bit. “On an unrelated topic, completely unrelated, do you want to go on a picnic Friday?” You blinked.

“A picnic?” you asked.

“I need fresh air in my lungs.” He grinned. “All I’ve been inhaling other than smoke is Lysol spray and plastic tubes.” You giggled a bit.

“Okay…” you said simply. “Can we…get something to eat now, though? I’m starving….” Hoseok laughed a bit.

“Chicken?” Jimin asked, peeking around Taehyung’s shoulder because trying to go over would be a failed attempt.

“CHICKEN?! Yes, chicken.” Taehyung said. “My treat. We can go get the girls and Yuna and just go eat until we’re full or until I’m broke, whichever comes first.”

“You’ll be way broke if you put Seokjin-Hyung at the table.” Jungkook said simply, only to receive a playful shove by his Hyung. You smiled, and the group of you finally left the courtroom together, to go get some well-deserved food in your stomachs. The entire walk, you gripped tightly onto Hoseok’s hand. He had no problem with this, of course, as he held you close to him and offered you kisses on your hand every single chance that he got. Walking to get chicken with every single person who had done nothing but provides support and love when you needed it most was the best way you felt this entire experience could end.

Now, there was only one thing you had left to do before you could finally declare this story a happy one.

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“Call Me Back Part 3”

*Wallwood, The Next Day*

Young Woman: Mister Denver, you have a vista or here to see you. They say they’re Beacon Officials.

Denver: Oh! Send them in please!

As the mayor’s receptionist opens the door two figures walk in. One is a older woman with whitening platinum hair and piercing emerald green eyes. The other is a young looking man with black hair, a tan complexion, and hazel eyes. Denver recognizes this as Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch and her assistant Oscar Pine from the newly reopened Beacon Academy. Standing up from his desk, Denver goes to greet the two visitors.

Denver: Ms. Goodwitch, it is a pleasure to see you in my humble village. How may I be of service to you.

Glynda: Thank you Mayor Denver for having us, I only wish it was under better circumstances.

Denver: Yes...I’ve been told about the investigation about the whereabouts of Mr. Arc. If there’s anything I can be of service to you, ask away!

Oscar: We’ve been told about the disappearance by a friend of ours, I’m sure you remember Ruby Rose calling you yesterday morning.

Denver: Oh yes, I remember that conversation very well, it’s honestly been on my mind for sometime. I’ve talked to Mr. Arc very briefly but he seemed very dedicated to his fiancé, she was all he ever talked about.

Glynda: If we may Mayor, would be able to remember any places that Jaune Arc was lodging at during his stay at the village, places he went, and people he may have talked to while in Wallwood?

Denver: Well I could give you the address of where he was staying but for who he talked to, you will need to ask around I’m afraid.

Glynda: That should start our investigation well enough. Thank you Mayor Denver we appreciate your cooperation.

Denver: My pleasure Ms. Goodwitch! I hope you are able to find him.

Both Goodwitch and Oscar leave the mayor’s office and make their way outside. After being given the address of Jaune’s lodging they go to the local inn and ask the owner for permission to investigate the room. Once the owner agreed they make their way up to the room assigned to Jaune during his stay and opened the door. As they expected the room was cleaned up and everything looked presentable for when new guests come to rent the room.

Glynda: Drat! Just as I thought they cleaned the room of any evidence by now.

Oscar: Not necessarily. (Walk to the middle of the room)

Glynda: Oscar, the room has probably been changed much to often for you to pick up anything from here.

Oscar:(Looks back at her) You’re probably right but I still need to give it a shot.

Oscar inhales briefly while closing his eyes, reaches behind him to grab the same old cane passed down to him by his predecessor for safekeeping. He raises it a few inches off the floor, then once the exhales he brings his cane down. Doing sends a green glow around the room for a brief moment, then recedes back to Oscar as he opens his eyes. He turns back to Goodwitch with a frown on his face.

Glynda: What did you see?

Oscar: Nothing to help our investigation, or help us find Jaune quicker.

Glynda:(Breathes in then out) Oscar, I know that this may be hard for you to hear but...I don’t think we’ll be finding Jaune Arc-.

Oscar: We will find him, I’m certain of it. I was able to sense where he was planning to go, the only problem was he would have to go along the Woodland Trail passage.

Glynda: I see. So it seems like we will need a larger search party than just the two of us.

Oscar: Nothing to fear though, I just contacted Penny awhile ago, said she was willing to help us out with eyes in the sky.

Glynda: ...Hmph.(Smiles) Sometimes I forget that you have a thousand year old mind inside that head of yours. Always thinking ahead.

Oscar: I try my best.

Glynda: Well come along, we’ll have better chance of finding him when we have daylight.

Oscar: Yes mam.

*Few hours later*

The group of hunters, volunteers, and a flying maiden spend a good part of the day looking for any trace of the missing Jaune Arc. Many were friends of his and Ruby; like Lie Ren, Nora, Blake and Sun. Other volunteer included some of the villagers of Wallwood who had volunteered to help with the search. The light of day was starting to disappear, as was many’s hope of finding any indication of where the blonde knight may have went. Oscar usual optimism was starting to fade into worry. They had search almost every part of this path and they couldn’t find anything. As we was getting a bit frantic in his search, he heard a noise from above. Upon looking up Oscar sees Penny descending to the ground.

Oscar: Please tell me you found something Penny.

Penny: (Struggles to look at his eyes) I...I did....But I’m afraid you won’t like it.

Oscar felt a dark feeling in his stomach and hope it wasn’t what he thought it was. Soon after Oscar told the group over comms that Penny something and soon began to follow after as she leads the way. The feeling in Oscar’s stomach starts to grow as he starts noticing the forest around them begin to look more... battle scarred. Eventually they follow Penny as she leads them to an opening in the forest...there truly was no words to describe what he was seeing.

Around them the entire scenery was cleared, but not from natural causes. There was a familiar smell in the air of battle. Trees knocked over or cut down, patches of ground where areas were scorched, and a very ominous crater. How could anybody have missed this, this clearing was very near Wallwood so why didn’t anyone take notice of fighting.

Sun: Gods. It looks like a war zone here.

Blake: How did nobody notice this, there’s no way that people didn’t hear this happen.

Oscar: We can ask those questions later, right now we need to see if Jaune was a part of this struggle or not.

Penny: Oscar...this isn’t why I brought you here.

Oscar: What?

Penny signaled him to follow him and once the go behind one of the trees in the middle of the clearing. Oscar sees Goodwitch standing there, with her glasses off and wiping her eyes with her free hand. They make brief eye contact and Oscar follows where she was looking at before....and wished he hadn’t.

Oscar:(Backs away) No...no, no, no, no, no... (Covers his mouth)

Glynda:(Walk over time her assistant and places her hand on his shoulder) I truly am sorry. I...I wanted to be weong too.

Glynda walks away from him as Oscar tries to process this as best he could but all that was coming to his head were memories. Cherished memories of his younger years when he first met team RNJR, Yang, Weiss and Qrow, how they began their journey to stopping a plot to destroy mankind. Many of these memories have Ruby and Jaune as focal points, the two being role models for him and soon became greater friends he could ever hope to gain. However, right now, he was staring at what was essentially the lifeless corpse of someone he had grown to call a brother. There were so many emotions coming over him, pain, anguish, sadness, anger, and all these things made him want to empty his stomach.

Oscar feel something taking his hand and looks down to see a black gloved hand encompassing his own. He looks at the owner and sees Penny with a almost misty eyed looking expression. She tightened her hold of his hand.

Penny: I’m sorry for your loss.

‘Loss’...it was at those words that he truly began to feel dread. It wasn’t just him that will suffer from this revelation. He can overhear Glynda giving the news to the rest of the group, and he could hear Nora practically struggling to get past Goodwitch’s semblance to see her fearless leader. It hurts his heart to hear Nora began breaking down into sobs as she tries to deny what she had been told. Once freed, Oscar can hear Ren taking hold of Nora as she crumbles on the ground. The others not much better, understandable as they knew Jaune longer and felt crushing grief as even Yang gave way to tears. It was then that a crushing truth that hadn’t occurred to him yet. ‘Ruby.’ Her fiancé was dead... how could he face her after she practically begged him and the others to find him and bring Jaune back to her. From this Oscar began groaning within himself and he too starts to give way to tears. Not only or his loss, but everyone’s. Especially Ruby.

*Two Month Later*

Ruby woke up from her slumber, once again to see a empty space in her bed, something she still found hard to grasp. Just two months ago she attended the funeral of her fiancé Jaune Arc. She had no words to describe the crushing pain she felt that day, only that it didn’t go away. A lot of her friends and family came to attend. Jaune’s family was there too, but she didn’t have the strength or the courage to face them. She didn’t feel she had any right to face them, feeling too grieved and ashamed of facing his parents. Saphron and Terra gave her their condolences, which was nice but honestly it didn’t make her feel much better.

How was she to supposed to get better after this. This wasn’t the first time she had a death of someone close to her; her mother, Phyrra, Maria. But honestly this felt much heavier blow. Be a after her mom, Jaune was the one fill her life with so much love and she wanted to spend every moment of it with him. But now he was gone....she was alone again.

Ruby: Why...why him...(Crying)

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Yang: Rubes? You awake?

Ruby didn’t respond just continued to cry into her pillow. Much too grieved to give her sister a response. However, Yang took this as a sign to enter and once she came in she saw the state of her sister, Yang looked down and sighed. Once Yang makes her way over to the bed she nudges Ruby’s elbow.

Ruby: Go away....

Yang: Rubes you gotta get up and do your exercises, you’ve been laying down for weeks on end.

Ruby: (Pushes her head closer to the pillow) Please just leave me be...

Yang: Look I know you really don’t want to but you got to get up, it’s not good to stay just sitting here while you’re in you last trimester. The doctor said so.

Ruby: The doctor can go fuck herself.

Yang was taken aback at Ruby’s plain unfazed use of a swear, as she almost rarely, if she ever used one.

Yang: Ruby....

Ruby: Yang please I... I’ll come out in a bit...just....leave me be...I don’t feel like doing anything right now.

Yang: ....Ok. Ok, I’ll be waiting down stairs for you ok. Just be there whenever you’re ready.

Yang walk away from the door and steps to the side where she could see Ruby remain unmoved on the bed. She knew that she wouldn’t go on much longer than this. Ruby needed someone to help her through her grief, but her inexperience witb this sort of matter, Yang knew there was only one person to help her sister out.

*The Next Day*

Ruby was sitting on the couch with a plate of crackers and pickles of all things, she’ll never understand why she craved them now but she didn’t care. Her hair had grown down to past her shoulders and was mostly unkempt. She was watching another rerun on the Holo-TV when she heard a noise.

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Ruby: Yaaaaaang! Can you get the door!

Yang:(From the Kitchen) I’m making your next meal sis! Sorry but you’re gonna have to get the door at some point! Besides you’re closer.

Ruby:(Groans) Fiiiiiinnneee! But for the record, I’m the one carrying two babies in me you know! So don’t blame me if I need to get my legs massaged again!

Yang looked in the corner of her eye to watch as Ruby stood gently up to stand on her feet and walked towards the door. Yang hid her smile, phase one was complete. Now she just needs to count on phase two to work.

Ruby walks towards the door at a moderate pace while holding the wall and makes it to the door slightly out of breath. Secretly cursing Yang for making her walk her all the way over to the door. She opens the door and to her surprise she sees someone who she hasn’t seen for a good few weeks.

Ruby: Dad?

Taiyang: Hey Sweetie, hope you don’t mind your old man dropping in do you?

Ruby: N-no, not at all come on in.

The two make their way inside her home and find themselves in the living room where Ruby originally found herself in, the only exception was her dad was there. For a few moments neither of them said anything, just comfortable with the normal silence.

Taiyang:(Clears Throat) Well it looks like you have a nice place around here. I know I don’t come by to often. Not since, well you know.

Ruby:(Looks down) Mmmph.

Taiyang: I see you decided to grow your hair out?

Ruby: Oh yeah, I don’t...haven’t had time to go out of the house lately. (Coughs) Would you like some water or anything Dad?

Taiyang: Sure if you’re offering.

As if she read their minds, Yang came to the living room and brought them two glasses of water.

Yang: Here you go! (Leaves to go back to the kitchen)

Taiyang: Thanks my little sun dragon!~

Ruby:(Giggles lightly) You know she hates that you still call her that.

Taiyang: Well I’m her father so I can still call her whatever I please. Doesn’t matter if she’s grown or not!

Ruby:(Giggles) ...So what’s this visit about?

Taiyang: What? Do I need a reason to see my baby girl as she’s about to have babies of her own.

Ruby: So there’s isn’t a particular reason why you’re stopping by.

Taiyang:(Scratching his neck) Well I didn’t say that....How are you holding up?

Ruby:(Breathes in) Fine. I’m as good as I can be. (Avoids looking at him)

Taiyang:(Tries to look at her face) You know sweetheart, you never were a good liar.

Ruby:(Stiffens) So...what if I’m lying. Is it so wrong to hide what I’m truly feeling...

Taiyang: No, no! Of course not. I understand why you’re feeling this way.

Ruby:(Looks at him critically) Do you? Do you really Dad?

Taiyang: ...More than you know.

Ruby holds her breath, in that moment she saw in her father something she hadn’t seen in awhile. Understanding.

Taiyang: Ruby...When I first lost your mother, I felt like I was stuck in place. Like I wasn’t living reality anymore and I was stuck in a dream that I never would wake up from. I didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere because I was afraid I would have to face the fact that...she was gone and never coming back. I have a feeling that you’re going through something similar right now.

Ruby: I.... I-It’s so hard to just...do anything anymore. Everytime I look at my scroll I feel like I want to pass out. I...was so angry when he didn’t call back... I-I ‘sniff’ what if I-I’m the reason he...I was trying so hard to talk to him that I didn’t even consider that he may have been in danger... I let myself be so stupid and think that he was the bad guy in that instance that I didn’t even bother to check up sooner on how he was doing! I-I killed him Dad! I didn’t call anyone until it was too late and now HE’S GONE BECAUSE OF ME!

Ruby brought her hands to her face, to cover her face as she wept intensely. Immediately Taiyang hugs his daughter into his embrace. Whispering sweet nothings to her, doing his best to comfort his grieving daughter. After nearly twenty minutes of crying Ruby had began to calm down or as calm as she could. Once she does, Taiyang takes his baby girl’s face in his hands and so she could see him for what he’s going to say.

Taiyang: Listen to me sweetheart, you are not to blame for what happened. You didn’t know and no one could have known what would happen. It is not your fault! I know it’s a hard thing to do but you need to have mercy on yourself.

Ruby: I don’t know how...it feels like in a deep abyss that I can’t crawl out of...I-I can’t do this on my own.

Taiyang: Ruby, you are never gonna be alone. You have me, Yang, and all of your friends who are here for you. They know you’re in deep pain but you have to let them help you to heal, even if it feels painful to bring up those hard moments.

Ruby: ‘Sniff’ Is...is this feeling ever going to go away?

Taiyang: That’s the thing about grief sweetheart...it never fully goes away. In time it lessens but at some points it’ll come back at full force. It’s something you are going to be battling for a long time. So...do you want to start fighting back?

Ruby: ....Yes.

Taiyang places a piece a paper in her hand that looks aged but still readable.

Ruby: What’s this?

Taiyang: Something I wrote down to help me during my tough days. I think you may need it more right now more than I ever did.

Ruby holds the piece of paper close to her and hugs her dad tightly, which he reciprocates.

Ruby: Thank you Dad.... I really needed that.

Taiyang: Anytime my little bud.

Ruby smiles she looks to read the message and she reads it out loud.

Ruby: “I forgive myself, I forgive my weakness, I forgive my my actions. I am prone to mistakes, I am not perfect, I’m only human. It is ok to feel sad, but I do not let my sorrow consume me. I am strong not for my strength, but to admit my weakness. But most importantly... I still love myself...as those who have loved me” ‘Sniff’ You wrote all this?

Taiyang: To be fair I did read a lot of books while you two were younger so I had time to make a summary of it.

Ruby:(Giggles) You’re such a dork!

Taiyang: Hey I’m your dad, it’s my job to be a dork at times. (Places his hand on her left shoulder) Anytime you feel the need to cry or talk things out, my door is always going to be open to you.

Ruby: Thanks Dad....hey did you spill some water on me when you hugged me from before?

Taiyang:(Looks to see his water glass on the table) Um...no? Why?...oh. Oh! Oh my gods Ruby I think your water just broke! Yang Ruby’s water broke we need to get her to the Hospital!

Yang: Wait really?! Shit! I’ll get the car ready!

Ruby: What?! (Looks down to see a large wet area in her sweat pants) Oh god! It’s happening right now?! I’m not ready!

Taiyang: I’m sorry little bud, but I don’t think those babies are going to wait. Come on just take my hand and we’ll get you there soon.

Ruby:(Following her Dad) Oh! I just got out of my funk!

-End of Part 3; will be concluded in Part 4 -

*Please don’t hate me! Another cliffhanger see you next time!*

#rwby lancaster #ruby rose #jaune arc #ruby rose x jaune arc #oscar pine #glynda goodwitch #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #blake belladona #sun wukong #penny polendina #nora valkyrie #lie ren #rwby post au #call me back

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 2

7. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

MAY 5/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE#7 CAN YOU KIDS BELIEVE IT IS THE 7TH RIDDLE ALREADY😮😮😮. 1535 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂……

WELL GIVEN THE LAUGHING FACES AND THE USE OF KATE, FOR SOME CRAZY REASON THIS HAS TO BE MADAM TALKING TO CATHERINE. WHY I HAVE NO CLUE. HOWEVER, I CAN FEEL THE SARCASM OOZING OUT JUST FROM THE WORDS. AM I CRAZY? NO PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THAT! WHY WOULD MADAM BE CALLING HER OR HAVE HER NUMBER EVEN? IS CATHERINE CALLING HER? BUT WHY WHY WHY?

OR IS IT HARRY BACK FROM AFRICA OR WHEREVER, BUT WHY THE LAUGHING FACES, UNLESS THIS IS TELLING US THEY HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT ALL ALONG SO THE NICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE IS FACETIOUS. BUT KATE, THOSE CLOSE DO NOT CALL HER KATE, HER PREFERENCE IS CATHERINE AS THAT IS HER NAME.

Archificialy archificial.

WELL AS WE KNOW, THE AGREED UPON LIE FOR ARCHIFICIALS BIRTHDAY IS MAY 6TH, WHEN REALLY THE BIRTH WAS APRIL 25/2019. WE KNOW A BABY WAS BORN VIA SURROGATE, THE NYC SHOWER WAS PINK BUT WE WERE TOLD A BOY. SO THE POWERS THAT BE ARE NOT GIVING REAL SEX, LOCATION OR WHO IS THE CHILD WITH. WE ALSO DO NOT WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY WHOSE EGG AND WHOSE SPERM WERE USED. SO MOST OF WHAT WE KNOW IS 100% FAKE INCLUDING ALL THE PHOTOS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SA APPEARANCE OF AN ACTUAL BABY WHO SHOWED NO RELATIONSHIP OR FAMILIARITY WITH MADAM OR HARRY. SOME OF THE THINGS SHE DID WHILST THAT BABE WAS IN HER ARMS WERE SCARY. GOING UP THOSE STAIRS IN EIGHT IN HEELS CARRYING HIM, TOSSING HIM UP IN THE AIR, TUTU’S DAUGHTER WAS REASY TO CATCH SHE WAS SO CONCERNED. SQUEEZING HIS TUMMY HE WENT LIMP. HIS LEG BENT, NOT TENDING TO HIS DROOLING ETC. THAT WAS A FEW MINUTES SUPERVISED WITH A BABY, GOOD GOD IMAGINE HER ALONE WITH ONE. THERE ARE REASONS WHY HER FAMILY HAS SAID SHE SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE WITH A BABY.

I HAVE DIGRESSED HERE, ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF ILLUSTRATING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ARTIFICIAL, FAKE BABY USED AT WINDSOR CASTLE, IN PAP WALK PICS.

SO THE BABY KNOWN AS ARCHFICIAL DOES NOT NOT NOT EXIST! SO AS HIS FAKE, YET AGAIN FAKE, BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW, TRADITION SAYS A PHOTOS OR PHOTOS WILL BE RELEASED. WE KNOW WITH CERTAINTY, IT WILL BE BLACK AND WHITE, PHOTOSHOPPED BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THE CHILD, FUZZY, GRAINY, CLOSE UP OF HIS LEFT EYEBROW, RIGHT TOENAIL, EAR LOBE PERHAPS. BUT NOTHING REAL, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. SO WE WAIT FOR AN ARTIFICIAL PHOTO OF AN ARTIFICIAL CHILD. I TRULY PRAY THE REAL CHILD NEVER FINDS OUT THEY ARE ADOPTED AND WORSE YET FINDS OUT THEIR PARENTAGE.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼

MM FAVE TRS, THE ROLLING STONES. THIS IS ALL ABOUT LIFE, WE WANT WANT AND WANT, THINGS DO NOT MATERIALIZE. BUT THEN, LIFE HANDS US SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT WE TRULY NEED. I BELIEVE WE TRULY NEED THE TRUTH. HARRY NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO RETURN AND TRY TO REBUILD HIMSELF WITH THE MILITARY THAT HE LOVES AND HAS SERVED AND HAS BEEN SERVING COVERTLY THESE YEARS WITH MADAM, AS WELL AS WITH THE PUBLIC..

……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “………

THIS IS A RIFF OF THE SAYING IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD SANE WHILST ALL THOSE ABOUT YOU HAVE LOST THE PLOT, YOU ARE DOING WELL.

IS THIS MADAM DOING PUBLIC APPEARANCES WHILST APPEARING OH, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂NO PLEASE, I CANNOT TYPE THE WORDS 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 AND BE VIRTUOUS. WHAT!!

SHE MOST CERTAINLY PLANNING HER MASSIVE BOOK LAUNCH TOUR WHERE SHE WILL TELL THE WORLD HOW MEAN THE ROYAL FAMILY WAS TO HER, HOW RACIST THEY WERE AND EVERY OTHER LIE SHE CAN COME UP WITH.

IF ONLY THIS ANNOYING COVID WOULD GO AWAY RIGHT RACHEL?

a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar………

OH DEAR THIS SHALL END BADLY. CAMILLA, CATHERINE AND MADAM. IF IT WERE NORMAL TIMES MAYBE THEY WOULD MEET FOR A DRINK🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂….NO WAY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WOULD THIS HAPPEN, NEVER. CAMILLA REFUSED TO ATTEND THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE. AM I REMEMBERING RIGHT, A FEW DAYS AGO SHE DID A VIDEO I THINK, THE BACKGROUND OF THE ROOM WAS A PHOTO WITH MADAM EDITED OUT? PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WEONG PLEASE.

SO WHAT DOES THIS CLUE MEAN? THIS ALSO SAYS ONTO A BAR NOT INTO A BAR, SO ARE THEY GYMNASTS NOW??

THIS CLUE I JUST DO NOT GET AT ALL. OTHER THAN A CELEBRATORY COCKTAIL WHEN SHE IS GONE FOR GOOD.

tunc non transiet ………

OK THIS IS LATIN LEGAL TERMINOLOGY, FASCNIATING AS IT COULD APPLY A NUMBER OF WAYS, ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN.

💜💜💜LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??!!💜💜💜

NUNC PRO TUNC, LATIN PHRASE, HOW I WISH I WERE FLUENT. THIS PHRASE IS REGARDING TO THE DATE OF EFFECT OF A JUSTICES RULE DECISION. IT IS WHETHER THE CROWN 🇨🇦, THE COURT RATHER, WE 🇨🇦CALL IT THE CROWN AS ALL CASES HER ARE AGAINST THE CROWN. THE DISCRETION IN THIS WHEN AN ORDER OR A JUDGEMENT IS RENDERED AND TO TAKE EFFECT, IT MAY BE ENTERED INTO THE COURT RECORD IN TWO WAYS. IT MAY BE ENTERED AS THE CURRENT DATE OR OR OR WAIT FOR IT, A DATE IN THE PAST!!!

AS FAR AS TRANSIET GOES, I FIND CROSSOVER, BORDERLINE AS MEANING. SO PUT THIS TOGETHER, LET ME THINK HERE….. ALSO MEANS NOT NOT LASTING, ENDURING OR PERMANENT, CHANGING OF A PREVIOUS DATE.

I WONDER AS I HAVE MENTIONED A FEW TIMES, HAS THE ANNULMENT IR DIVORCE BEEN DONE AGES AGO AND MADAM IS FAKELY KEEPING HER MARRIAGE AND CHILD ALIVE? AFTER RESEARCHING THESE TERMS IN THIS CLUE, I FEEL STRONGER THAN EVER DIVORCE OR ANNULMENT WAS DONE AT CANADA HOUSE, AND THE REASON FOR MADAMS FAUX THEATRE VISIT WHEN IN REALITY SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN AT HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS JUST ACROSS THE STREET. I FEEL AS STRONGLY ABOUT THIS AS I EVER HAVE, THESE CLUES ARE REINFORCING THIS IN ME. BELIEVE AS YE WILL.

THE REASON THEY MIGHT KEEP THIS SCHTÜM, IS THE MEN IN GREY, AND 👁👁 👁 👁 👁 ARE WORKING HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND SO TO SPEAK TO BRING TO JUSTICE, THE BACKERS, THE FUNDING OF THIS DECADES LONG MULTI PRONGED ATTACK TO TAKE OUT THE MONARCHY, ANTI CHRISTIAN, HMMM I REALLY HAVE GOTTEN INTO IT TODAY.

an infectious tube………

MILLIONS TAKE THE TUBE DAILY, LONDONS UNDERGROUND TRAVEL. EVEN WITH LOCKDOWN ORDERED THERE WERE STILL MANY ESSENTIAL WORKERS TAKING THE TUBE AND THEY REMAINED CROWDED. NO TWO METRES APART THAT IS FOR CERTAIN. SO INFECTIOUS SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE ALREADY, JUST IMAGINE IT BEING CONTAINED IN THAT SPACE WITH ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT ARE CARRIERS, IMMUNE, HAVE IT BUT DO NOT KNOW IT. WE ARE TALKING COVID-19 HERE. YES THIS WAS AMD WILL REMAIN VERY INFECTIOUS. SLOWLY UNLOCKING THE LOCKDOWN MEANS MORE PEOPLE USING THE TUBE, MORE RISK. IT IS A BEAR OF A THING TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT.

my my margarita ………

OTHER THAN WANTING ONE I HAVE NO CLUE THE MEANING OF THIS. IS THIS SOMEONES FAVOURITE COCKTAIL? A YACHT GIRL PERHAPS? I DONT KNOW. MY BRAIN IS DONE. TWO RIDDLES ONE DAY TOO MUCH .

let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

THE ETERNAL PHRASE OFT USED IN JEST BUT OFT USED IN SITUATIONS THAT ONE JUST DESPITE TRYING EVERYTHING THEY CAN SOMETHING JUST IS NOT WORKING AND THE SITUATION IS THERE STILL BAD AS EVER. THAT IS THE TIME MANY UTTER THE SAGE OLD ADVICE, LET GO AND LET GOD. MEANING TO GIVE IT TO GOD TO DEAL WITH. GOD IS DEALING WITH MADAM, AS WITH ALL OF US WHEN OUR TIME COMES. BUT GOD IS WORKING THROUGH THE GOOD SIDE, MADAM WILL SEE JUSTICE ⚖️ , WE SAW THE START OF AT THE HEARING LAST FRIDAY.

AS FAR AS OUR DEAR. 💜🐼💜, SHE IS A PRAYER WARRIOR LIKE NO OTHER. SHE IS A GO TO, IN ANY AND ALL SITUATIONS. SHE SUSSED MADAM OUT RIGHT AWAY AND BEGAN SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN EVIDENCE TO PROVE IT. AND HERE WE ARE, SO CLOSE. I TRULY BELIEVE SHE DESERVES AN OBE OR SOME KIND OF OFFICIAL MAYBE COVERT RECOGNITION OF HER YEARS OF THIS TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY KIDS!! NOW THAT IS DEDICATION AND LOYALTY TO THE OATH SHE TOOK. I STAND IN ADMIRATION AND BLESSED TO CALL YOU FRIEND.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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8. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

MAY 6/2020. 1350 HRS CST

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #8

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

archificial anniversary ………

WELL TODAY IS THE AGREED UPON LIE, FAKE DATE OF FAKE BIRTHDAY OF FAKE CHILD, ARCHFICIALS BIRTHDAY. REAL BABY YES, APRIL 25/2019. WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE VIDEO BY NOW. I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW OF THAT, YOU CAN READ IF YOU LIKE. THE CHOICE OF BOOK FASCINATES ME, BECAUSE A NARCISSIST SPENDS HER LIFE BEING SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHE IS, LIES, PR, SO SIMILAR TO THE PLOT OF THAT CHILDRENS BOOK. IS IT A DUCK IS IT A RABBIT, IS SHE PREGNANT OOPS NO, ETC ETC. I FEEL SICK FOR THE BABY USED IN THIS VIDEO. FOR GOD’S SAKE, IF THIS IS NOT HUMAN TRAFFICKING, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT. SHE GAVE MORE THAN WE HAD EXPECTED BUT ALWAYS WITH HER, NOTHING EVER MAKES SENSE. SHE DRESSED ULTRA CASUAL, HIM IN A ONESIE AND NAPPY. NO COMPANY WANTED TO MERCH ARCHIES FORST YEAR BIRTHDAY OUTFIT?? I THINK MORE LIKE SHE JUST DOES NOT DO DETAILS EVER. I TRULY FEEL ILL, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SEEN A BEAUTIFUL CHILD MERCHED, LIKE HE IS A THING, A COMMODITY, HIGHLY EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO ME.

“she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………

SHE DEMONSTRATES NO MATERNAL INSTINCT OR BEHAVIOUR. WHILST READING TO ‘HER ‘ CHILD ON HIS FAKE FIRST BIRTHDAY. ONE WOULD THINK, IN ADDITION TO ALL MY COMMENTS ALREADY MADE ABOUT THE VIDEO, SHE WOULD HAVE SANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, HAD A CUTE HAT, BALLOONS SOMETHING. BUT NOTHING, SHE REALLY TRULY HAS NO CLUE, NONE AT ALL!!

I speak for Meghan ………

WELL, IS THERE A HEARING TODAY? I JUST READ THERE WAS. THIS WOULD DEFINITELY BE DAVID SHERBORNE WHO SHE HAS HIRED FOR THE MOS LAWSUIT. SHE IS SO EVIL, SHE USES THE SAME CHAP THAT THE LATE PRINCESS DIANA USED. HOW SICK IS THAT? I WONDER IF LEGAL REPRESENTATION IS REQUIRED REGARDING ANY POSSIBLE MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES IN ADDITION TO THE MOS ISSUE.

🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼………

CLASSIC BEATLES SONG ABOUT A CHAP WHO HAS NO MOTIVATION, NO GOALS, NO IDEA, NOTHING IN LIFE. IS THIS DADDY MARKLE?? GOING NOWHERE FAST. ALLEGEDLY SWITCHED SIDES TO TESTIFY AGAINST MADAM , WILL HE REALLY?

TRULY THIS COULD BE MA, BECAUSE I HAVE NOT READ OR SEEN ANYTHING ABOUT HIM IN AGES. IT IS LIKE HE HAS LEFT THE PLANET. HE IS EITHER IN HIDING OR WITNESS PROTECTION, BUT HIM, NOW THERE IS A NOWHERE MAN FULL STOP!

“ the fool doth think he is wise…… “…………

CLASSIC ROCK, SHAKESPEARE BUT NO LATIN TODAY HMMMMMMM, MM ANON, YOU CONFUSE ME😁😁BUT THEN AGAIN I AM SO VERY EASILY CONFUSED OR IS IT AMUSED??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

THE BARD,THE PLAY, A VETY FUN ONE CALLED AS YOU LIKE IT. I HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN THIS ON STAGE AND SEVERAL SCREEN PRODUCTIONS FROM THE STAGE.

ONE KNOWS ONE’S STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES. BETTER TO BE THOUGHT A FOOL THAN TO SPEAK AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT.🙃🤣😂😂 SO A FOOL AKA NARCISSIST THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL, WHILE TELLING SO MANY LIES THEY CANNOT KEEP TRACK BUT THEY DO NOT CARE. A WISE PERSON, NON NARCISSIST, KNOWS THEY ARE IMPERFECT AND HAVE FLAWS.

MADAM, I BELIEVE, HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RAISED WITH A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT AND BECAME THIS NARCISSISTIC EVIL PERSON. SELF SELF SELF SND SELF ALWAYS AND ONLY SELF.

🎼come fly with me (not)🎼………

GREAT SINATRA SONG, SO SOMEONE IS JETTING OFF BUT ONLY IN JEST. I THINK THIS IS PART OF THE MANIPULATION HARRY IS DOING WITH MADAM IN HER HOSPITAL ROOM. SAYING THEY CAN FLY AWAY TO AMERICA. TRYING TO GET THE LAST EVIDENCE FROM HER. THE SHOE TRULY IS ON THE OTHER FOOT TO STAY NOW!!

A few weeks more …………

ARE YOU TELLING US MM ANON, JUST A FEW MORE WEEKS UNTIL GAME OVER?? I MOST ASSUREDLY HOPE AND PRAY TIS SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …

NOW THIS IN INTERESTING, HRH HIMSELF, IS GETTING RIGHT CABIN FEVER AND TAKING ON A PROJECT. SOME SORT OF RENOVATION, WOOD REQUIRED AND THE USE OF A JIGSAW WHICH APPARENTLY IS HIVING THEM A BIT OF TROUBLE, HENCE HIS YELLING FOR SYDNEY TO COME HELP. I BELIEVE THIS MUST BE AT WOOD FARM🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 CAN YOU JUST SEE THEM ALL, HIMSELF IN HIS OUTDOOR CLOTHES, HMTQ IN SKIRT, SWEATER AND SCARF, SYDNEY IN HIS VALET SUIT🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THEY ARE BUILDING AN INDOOR OUTDOOR SPACE. THIS IS MARVELLOUS, VIRTUAL BALCONY. GOOD LUCK GETTING THAT DONE! I WOULD PAY MONEY TO WATCH THIS SCENE FOR REAL!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣☺️☺️☺️

“ yes , a new medal is appropriate” …………

FIRST THING I SAY THIS IS FOR OUR 💜🐼💜🙏🏻.

HOWEVER, AS YOU ALL KNOW, FOR A VERY VERY LONG TIME NOW I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FROM THE RAFTERS THAT HARRY IS ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT FOR HMTQ. HE HAS BEEN COVERTLY OVERT TRYING TO GET ALL THE EVIDENCE NEEDED TO PUT HER TO JUSTICE FINALLY, NOT JUST HER BUT THOSE WHO HELPED, THOSE WHO PLANNED AND THOSE WHO FUNDED THIS STTACK ON OUR BELOVED ROYAL FAMILY. I CONCUR, ONCE ALL IS DONE, TRITH IS KNOWN AND ACKNOWLEDGED. HMTQ WILL BE FREE TO SPEAK, I AM SURE MANY DETAILS WILL HAVE TO REMAIN SEALED. I FEEL CERTAIN THERE WILL BE AN OFFICIAL BESPOKE MEDAL FOR OUR HARRY.

unlockdown!!! …………

I WILL SAY THIS COULD BE COVID, ONCE THINGS ARE STABLE, THE TRUTH WILL BE REVEALED.

OR IF I HARKEN BACK A FEW RIDDLES, MADAM WAS ON MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN. THIS HAS THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS, SO ITS VERY IMPORTANT.

“ give us a hug”.

FINALLY AFTER WEEKS OF LOCKDOWN, HMTQ CAN RECEIVE HUGS AND GIVE THEM. EVERYONE FOR THAT MATTER. THE BIGGEST HUG WILL BE FOR HARRY. PUBLICLY ENSCONCED SURROUNDED BY THE LOVE OF HIS FAMILY.

STAY STRONG HARRY, KEEP THE FAITH, WE BELIEVE IN YOU 100% YOU ARE LOVED AND PRAYED FOR. 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇲🇽

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9. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

MAY 7/2020

1333HRS CST. RIDDLE #9

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANOM😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SpiderSandwiches …………

CATHERINE WAS BEING INTERVIEWED ON GOOD MORNING BRITAIN. THE FEMALE PRESENTER WAS ENQUIRING ABOUT KEEPING THE CHILDREN EDUCATED AND ENTERTAINED, AS SHE SAID SHE ALSO HAS THREE CHILDREN. CATHERINE LAUGHED AND MENTIONED A FEW THINGS, ONE WAS GEORGE WANTING TO MAKE SPIDER SANDWICHES. I KID YOU NOT! IT WAS HILARIOUS. SHE LOOKED LOVELY IN A YELLOW FLORAL DRESS.

the photographic phenomenon …………

CATHERINE AS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. WE ALL KNOW THE OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPHER SHE IS. I LOVE THE PHOTOS OF THE CHILDREN THEY SHARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ARE TAKEN WITH LOVE BY THEIR MOTHER AND THE RELATIONSHIP IS VERY MUCH REFLECTED IN THE PHOTOS. CHARMING!

CATHERINE, ALONG WITH THE SOCIETY IS PLANNING AN EXHIBIT CALLED, HOLD STILL. THIS WILL BE PEOPLE SUBMITTING PHOTOS THEY HAVE TAKEN DURING THE PANDEMIC TO CAPTURE THE EXPERIENCE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LOOKING AT AN EXHIBIT OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS. WHAT A TOUGH JOB IT WILL BE TO MAKE THOSE CHOICES. WHAT AN AMAZING EXHIBIT IT WILL BE.I HOPE THEY DO A BOOK OF THEM FOR CHARITY.

“O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon”

THIS IS ODD, CANON IS A CAMERA, BUT CANNON IS A WEAPON. THE WAY THIS IS WORDED IS NOT POSITIVE AT ALL. THIS IS REFERRING TO MADAM AND ALOT OF SHIPS HAD CANNONS. I WONDER IF THAT IS THE MEANING HERE. VERY FACETIOUSLY SEXUAL COMMENT, I WONDER IF THERE WERE A WEAPON IN THE PORN VIDEOS. CANNON CAN BE STREET LINGO FOR A LARGE HANDGUN.

“ modest, small and incremental “ ………

THE UNLOCKING OF THE COVID LOCKDOWN WILL HAVE TO BE THIS WAY, AS WE IN 🇨🇦ARE DOING. KEEPING IN MIND ANY UPTICK OR SPIKES OF ILLNESS OR NEW BREAK OUTS MAY NECESSITATE GOING BACK A STEP.

“ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ………

WELL THIS HAS TO BE MADAM. CRICKETS OVER THE VIDEO YESTERDAY COMPARED TO ANYTHING CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN RELATED, EVEN CATHERINE ON A MORNING TV SHOW TALKING ABOUT THEM. THEY ARE SOOOOOO BELOVED, ALL OF THEM.

“ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. …………

CHARLOTTE’S POPULARITY IS SKYROCKETING , LET ME REPHRASE HAS SKYROCKETED. IT WENT HIGHER HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WHEN HER HAIR FLIP TRENDED WORLDWIDE. THE PHOTOS RELEASED FOR HER RECENT BIRTHDAY SHOWED HER, IN THE ACT OF GIVING…..THE SKY IS THE LIMIT?? NO WAY THE UNIVERSE , TO QUOTE MY BUDDY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!!!

another modest outfit. ………

THIS IS THE DRESS I REFERRED TO A FEW CLUES BACK. LOVELY YELLOW FLORAL DRESS WORN BY CATHERINE FOR THE TV INTERVIEW. SHE JUST NEVER PUTS A FOOT WRONG AND SO MARVELLOUSLY FULLY COME INTO HER OWN IN HER ROLE. SHE IS MARVELLOUS!

the books a flop, who would buy it? ………

FINDING FREEDOM, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂AGAIN AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, MADAM SHOULD HAVE SAVED THAT TITLE ONCE THE ORANGE JUMPSUIT TIME IS 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂COMPLETED. NOBODY CARES ABOUT HER. IF SHE STARTS SPEWING HATRED, LIES ABOUT HMTQ AND THE CAMBRIDGES, I CAN ONLY BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE WORLDWIDE RAGE.

“ dada duck duck”…………

IN THE READING VIDEO RELEASED YESTERDAY, I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW YESTERDAY, IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. SO, WAS THE CHILD SAYING DADA OR DUCK DUCK NEAR THE END OF THE VIDEO? MADAM WAS VERY QUICK TO TALK OVER HIM SAYING DUCK DUCK. I BET IN HER HEAD SHE WAS RHYMING ANOTHER WORD🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂!

“ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “……………

GOODNESS, DEARIE ME, SAY IT IS NOT SO. NOTHING WOULD SURPRISE ME, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AS 🐼ALWAYS SAYS. 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮. THE REFERENCE CLUE A FEW RIDDLES BACK WAS P****HUB, REFERENCING A PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE. DISGUSTING.

her irrelevant life…………

SHE, WITH ALL HER MACHINATIONS, SELLING SELF ETC ETC ETCHAS RENDERED HERSELF COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. THE ANNULMENT, MY BELIEF, OR DIVORCE WAS DONE CANADA HOUSE DAY, AND THE VISIT TO THE THEATRE AKA HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS🤣🤣🤣😂😂 THE NEXT DAY. DONE AND DUSTED IN THAT REGARD. SHE IS JUST BEING WORLDWIDE LAUGHED AT AND COMMENTS ABOUT NO MOTHERING SKILLS. NOW THIS USE OF MERCHING A BABY SHOULD BE A CRIME. IT REALLY BOTHERED MY SOUL YESTERDAY, AFTER WATCHING IT, I STILL FEEL 😳DISTURBED 😧 ABOUT IT ACTUALLY ☹️

desperately seeking ANYTHING…………

YES SHE HAS NO 🍌 SHE HAS NO BANANAS TODAY. WHO REMEMBERS THAT SONG? SHE IS BANANAS. SHE HAS NO OFFERS OTHER THAN LIKELY PORN. SHE HAS ALLEGEDLY BEEN REACHING OUT TO OTHER EUROPEAN FAMILIES WEEKS AGO. THERE IS NO ACTING WORK OR ANY WORK AT ALL. PEOPLE REALLY ARE SEEING THE VILE HUMAN BEING SHE IS AND HOW MANY HAVE SUFFERED THE INFAMOUS MARKLE EFFECT.

a sad demise Rachael!!

YES, ⚖️ JUSTICE IS NIPPING AT HER HEELS. HER FUTURE IS LOOKING VERY DIM. THERE IS NO SAFETY NET AT ALL. SHE MADE THE CHOICES OF HOW TO LIVE HER LIFE, TREAT PEOPLE HORRIDLY , AND IMHO TREASON, PLUS HOBBIES, MERCHING, THE IRS ETC ETC ETC. THE CLUE IN A PREVIOUS RIDDLE. LET GO AND LET GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺🇳🇿

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10. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

MAY 8/2020

75 YEARS AGO, PLEASE PAUSE FOR A MINUTE, LEST WE FORGET🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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1535 HRS CST. RIDDLE #10

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇳🇿🇳🇿🇳🇿🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸AND ALL THE COUNTRIES THAT SACRIFICED FOR OUR FREEDOM.

I AM IN TEARS JUST READING AND ARRANGING THE PIECES OF THE RIDDLE TO WORK ON. FABULOUS MM ANON 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

The Queen, god bless her………

HMTQ GAVE HER MESSAGE FROM WINDSOR CASTLE, I WAS BLESSED TO SEE IT ON BBC WORLD. I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE INFORMATION OF THE PINS SHE WORE. I COULD NOT QUITE SEE.

GOD BLESS HMTQ INDEED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. SHE IS AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING. LIVING HISTORY REALLY. HEARING HER SPEAK OF THAT DAY, THE BALCONY AND THEN THE PRINCESSES GOING AMONGST THE CROWDS. HUMAN RESOLVE AND THE NEED TO CONNECT AFTER YEARS OF DARKNESS, FEAR, DEATH, POURED ONTO THE STREETS, SINGING, DANCING, NAE BOTHER IF STRANGER OR FRIED, IN FACT STRANGERS WERE FRIENDS IN THOSE MOMENTS. A FELLOW HUMAN SOUL WHO HAD LIVED THROUGH THE SAME HELL. HER MESSAGE TODAY WAS PHENOMENAL. SHE HAS SUCH A WISE, CALMING, KNOWLEDGEABLE AND REASSURING PRESENCE. I THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

THE OTHER QUEEN, IS HER MUM, HRH THE QUEEN MOTHER WHO WAS QUEEN DURING THOSE YEARS. ONE HELL OF A STRONG SCOTTISH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 WOMAN. STRONG AS STEEL, THE PART OF THE TEAM, ALONG WITH HER HUSBAND, KING GEORGE VI. THEY BUOYED THE COUNTRY, TRULY GOD SENDS, ORDAINED BY GOD SND THEY STAYED! DID WALKABOUTS AMONG RUBBLE, REALLY TRULY AMAZING.

I SAY PLEASE, PLEASE, P L E A S E, IF YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE KING’S SPEECH AND LOVE OUR ROYALS YOU NEED TO SEE THAT FILM. HELENA BONHAM QUIRLY CSRTER PLAYED THE QUEEN MUM, COLIN FIRTH THE KING AND GEOFFREY RUSH THE THERAPIST. THE ABUSE HE, THE KING, SUFFERED AS A CHILD CAUSING HIS SPEECH IMPEDIMENT. GOOD GOD THATS A FILM YOU NEED TO SEE. ITS DIVINE REALLY. UNEXPECTEDLY KING, CROWNED IN THE HOLY CEREMONY AND WOW HISTORY UNTIL TODAY HAS BLESSED.

blackout ………

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE FILM MRS MINIVER?? GREER GARSON, PLAYS AN ENGLISH WIFE AND MOTHER DURING THAT TIME. ITS A MUST SEE. IT IS NOT DONE CHEESY LIKE , ITS AMAZING. I DID NOT CARE FOR THE SEQUEL HOWEVER.

NO LIGHTS AFTER DARK, THE LUFTWAFFE BOMBED AND BOMBED AND BOMBED LONDON. AIR RAID SIRENS BLARING, PEOPLE RUNNING TO DESIGNATED SHELTERS. VOLUNTEER AIR RAID WARDENS. BLACK FABRIC AGAINST ALL THE WINDOWS. NOTHING, NO CANDLE NOTHING. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. EVERY!!! SINGLE!!! NIGHT!!! LAYING IN BED JUST TENSE WAITING FOR THE AIR RAID SIRENS TO GO OFF……..YEARS OF THAT…,…..🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the king/ the Queen the nation ………

ABSOLUTELY, AS I WROTE ABOVE, THE QUEEN MOTHER WAS STALWART, RIGHT BESIDE KING GEORGE VI. SHE BUOYED HIM UP, WHAT A TEAM THEY WERE. AND HERSELF ALWAYS LOOKING GORGEOUS, WALKING AMONGST RUBBLE, REFUSING TO LEAVE HER HUSBAND, REFUSING TO LEAVE THE PALACE IN LONDON. SHE ALSO BUOYED THE NATION WHILST HE RULED AND GOODNESS KNOWS ALL HE WAS PRIVY TO. WHAT A TEAM GOD SENT FOR THE EXACT TIME. WALLACE SIMPSON, LOVE HER OR HATE HER, SHE CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY, FOR THE ABSOLUTE BETTER!!

never give up, never despair ………

THE ROYAL MOTTO, ALL FOR FREEDOM. SETTING STRONG ROLE MODELS, AND THE TWO PRINCESSES, REALLY HELPED PEOPLE COPE. MANY SENT THEIR CHILDREN OUT OF LONDON FOR SAFETY BECAUSE OF THE BOMBINGS. HMTQ, GOD BLESS HER, SHE BECAME A MECHANIC!!!

ALWAYS THAT FIGHTING SPURIT, KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP, TIME FOR CRYING LATER, NOW ITS TIME TO FIGHT AND DO WITH KESS OF EVERYTHING FOR THE WAR EFFORT.

the home front………

THIS ACTUALLY WAS A TV SHOW, CANT RECALL WHERE BUT IT WAS SET AT THST TIME. THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN, GRANDPARENTS OR MEN AND WOMEN WHO FOR WHATEVER THE REASON COULD NOT NOT MEET MILITARY REQUIREMENTS, STILL SERVED THE WAR EFFORT.

THE WOMEN KEPT THE HOMES FIRES BURNING AS THE PHRASE GOES, TILL THEIR HUSBANDS, SWEETHEARTS, BROTHERS, FATHERS CAME HOME.

MANY WOMEN WORKED IN MUNITION PLANTS MAKING WEAPONS OR MISSILES, ANYTHING THAT WAS NEEDED.

THINGS WERE RATIONED, THEY HAD TO MAKE DUE, SUGAR, BUTTER, FLOUR, MEAT. EVERYTHING HAS TO GO FOR THE WAR EFFORT. THE WOMEN FILLED SO MANY ROLES AND HAD TO DEAL WITH BABIES, CHILDREN, AIR RAIDS, TERRIBLE FEAR FOR THEMSELVES,THEIR CHILDREN, FAMILY AND ESPECIALLY ALL THE MEN AND HUSBANDS, WOMEN AND WIVES EHO WERE “OVER THEE”. GREAT OLD WAR SONG

🎼some sunny day 🎼…………

VERA LYNN AND MUSIC HELPED SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEASTS EVERYONE WAS DEALING WITH. IT IS READILY AVAILABLE ON WIKI SO HERE IT IS….MUSIC, OLD WAR SO GS, WWI PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OKD KIT BSG AND SMILE SMILE SMILE, WHILE YOURE A LUCIFER TO LIGHT YOUR FAG SMILE BOYS THATS THE STYLE………….USED TO SO G THAT WITH ELDERLY PATIENTS WHO HAD SERVED. I WOULD PLAY PIANO AND WE WOUKD SING ALL THE OLD SONGS, WHITE CLUFFS OF DOVER….

MUSIC TRULY IS THERAPY.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻…I AM IN TEARS AGAIN…😢😢😢😢

🔥 ALWAYS LUCIFER WAS A LIGHTER 🔥

🚬 FAG IS A CIGARETTE. 🚬 THATS WHAT I HAVE CALLED THEM MY ENTIRE LIFE MY DAD DID, NOW ITS BEEN PERVERTED, I HATE THAT.

See lyrics to Till We Meet Again…Vera Lynn

Drive the dark…

AFTER HMTQ MESSAGE TONIGHT, EVERYONE WHO COULD WENT OUT INTO THE STREETS TO SING THIS SONG, SO CENTRAL TO THE TIME. I READ DAME JOAN COLLINS WAS GOING TO LEAD IT FROM HER BALCONY. I SAW IT ON BBC WORLD, THEY SHOWED LONDON AND NUMEROUS PLACES LIVE. I PVR’ED IT. SO UNBELIEVABLY EMOTIONAL…..

NOT THAT IT IS ANYWHERE NEAR THE SANE THING BUT COVID-19 HAS SHOWN US HOW IN A SPLIT SECOND THE WORLD AS WE KNEW FLIPPED AND CHANGED IN A WAY NOBODY COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦………

BOY IT WAS A TEAM EFFORTS, SO MANY FRONTS, RUSSIAN, RÖMMEL THE DESERT FOX, GERMAN GENERAL IN NORTH AFRICA, JAPAN BROUGHT AMERICA FULLY INTO THE WAR AFTER THEY WERE ATTACKED ON DECEMBER 7/1941. KIDS I KNOW SO MUCH WWII HISTORY.

IT LITERALLY TOOK THE WORLD BANDING TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THE SATANIC EVIL THAT WAS NOT ONLY INVADING OTHER COUNTRIES AND CAUSING WAR BUT MY GOD, THE EXTERMINATION CAMPS…..AUSCHWITZ, BERGENBELSEN AND MANY MANY MORE. IF YOU GO ONLINE TO THE HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL, YOU CAN SEE AND READ MILLIONS OF STORIES OF MURDERED PEOPLE.

and all who fought ………

ALL WHO FOUGHT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. AS THE GENERATIONS PASS, WE MUST CONTINUE TO BE MINDFUL AND REMEMBER HOW OUR FREEDOM WAS OBTAINED. AS WINSTON CHURCHILL SAID “THOSE WHO FAIL TO LEARN FROM HISTORY ARE CONDEMNED TO REPEAT IT.”

a day like no other………

A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY. D DAY, JUNE 6/1944,. THE ALLIED FORCES HAD A MULTI-PRONGED ATTACK PLAN INVASION THOUSANDS KILLED BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT ONTO THE BEACH

I AM CRYING AGAIN. 😢😢😢IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, STEADY ON AND WATCH IT, YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. THEY HAD ACTUAL VETERANS FROM NORMANDY ADVISING. THE SCENE OF THE TENSION AND THE SHIPS APPROACH THE BEACH KNOWING FULL WELL THERE WERE SNIPERS…..THAT SCENE AND THAT FILM CHANGED ME FOREVER.

I ALSO HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND BAND OF BROTHERS. THE AIR FIGHTING SCENES ARE PHENOMENALLY DONE, IT PUTS YOU RIGHT THERE. IT IS DONE IN SEPARATE CHAPTERS /EPISODES, A BIT SIMILAR MEN. THE EPISODE “WHY WE FOUGHT” ITS UNBEARABLY EXCRUCIATING TO WATCH. SOME AMERICAN SOLDIERS, GOD BLESS THEM, COME UPON AN ABANDONED CAMP, WALKING SKELETONS…. THEY RAN TO TELL THEIR COMMANDING OFFICERS….YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THE REST OF THE EPISODE GOES.

at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………�� ‘ we shall remember them.

THIS IS A TIME FOR CUT AND PASTE, I AM WEEPING😢😢😭😭

The GreatWar 1914-1918

For the Fallen

Robert Laurence Binyon, by artist William Strang. (1)

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper

Plaque unveiled in 2003 at Polzeath to commemorate the place where For the Fallen is believed to have been composed. (2)

Laurence Binyon composed his best known poem while sitting on the cliff-top looking out to sea from the dramatic scenery of the north Cornish coastline. A plaque marks the location at Pentire Point, north of Polzeath. However, there is also a small plaque on the East Cliff north of Portreath, further south on the same north Cornwall coast, which also claims to be the place where the poem was written.

The poem was written in mid September 1914, a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. During these weeks the British Expeditionary Force had suffered casualties following its first encounter with the Imperial German Army at the Battle of Mons on 23 August, its rearguard action during the retreat from Mons in late August and the Battle of Le Cateau on 26 August, and its participation with the French Army in holding up the Imperial German Army at the First Battle of the Marne between 5 and 9 September 1914.

Laurence said in 1939 that the four lines of the fourth stanza came to him first. These words of the fourth stanza have become especially familiar and famous, having been adopted by the Royal British Legion as an Exhortation for ceremonies of Remembrance to commemorate fallen Servicemen and women.

Laurence Binyon was too old to enlist in the military forces but he went to work for the Red Cross as a medical orderly in 1916. He lost several close friends and his brother-in-law in the war.

🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 I KNOW IT IS FROM WWI BUT IT BEARS SHARING IN CASE IT IS UNFAMILAR🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

GOD BLESS HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE VI AND HER ROYAL HIGH ESS THE QUEEN AT THAT TIME, THE THE QUEEN MUM.

MAY THEY BOTH REST IN PEACE

GSTQAOBC 🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🇺🇸AND EVERY OTHER FLAG

I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT NEEDED TO.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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11. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!

MAY 9/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE#11. 1730 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “………

WE HAD A CLUE VERY SIMILAR TO THIS LAST SEASON…..ITS HIM JIM BUT NOT AS WE KNEW HIM….IF I RECALL CORRECTLY FROM MANY MONTHS AGO, AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE CRUISING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES RIGHT NOW🤣🤣🤣😂😂. JIM, IS CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, CLASSIC TV SHOW FROM THE 1960’s IT HAS HAD SUCH A MASSIVE WORLD IMPACT, STILL SPAWNING FILMS AND THE NEWEST TV SHOW WITH DARLING PATRICK STEWART 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰CALLED STAR TREK: PICARD, WHICH IS AWESOME BY THE WAY AND I NORMALLY HATE PROCEDURAL TELEVISION SHOWS.

AN UNLOCK, IS TO OPEN, BUT NOT THE USUAL WAY, A WAY TO ACCESS VITAL INFORMATION BUT IN A ROUNDABOUT NOVEL WAY. NOT REGULAR EVIDENCE OR SOMEONE SPILLING THE BEANS SO TO SPEAK. LG AND HIS TEAM HAVE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO GATHER THE FINAL, NAIL IN THE PROVERBIAL COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK, IN THE LEGAL MATTER OF BRINGING EVERYONE TO JUSTICE AND RIDDING HARRY AND THE ROYAL FAMILY, AND ALL OF US OF MADAM,,HER CRONIES AND BACKERS. SCALES ⚖️ JUSTICE.

on yer bike………

YER IS SPELLT THE SCOTTISH WAY. IS HARRY UP AT BALMORAL WITH CHARLES AND CAMILLA? OH YES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT! BY THE WAY, HOW AMAZING DID CHARLES AND CAMILLA LOOK YESTERDAY, MY MY MY, WHEN SHE LOOKED UP TO HEAVEN OH I HAD TEARS. I HAVE POSTULATED THIS BEFORE. I TRULY CAN SEE HIM BIKING AROUND, PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE HIM BE. SCOTLAND IS ITS OWN UNIQUE LIVE AND LET LIVE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS.

🎼that’s life,……🎼…………

ANOTHER GREAT SINATRA SONG, YOU’RE LOVING SINATRA NOW EH DEAR MM ANON? NEVER NOT A GREAT TIME FOR OLE BLUE EYES HIMSELF. I LOVE HIM, HE HAD SUCH A UNIQUE WAY OF PHRASING, THE VOICE LIKE A FINE SINGLE MALT, SMOOTH…DELICIOIS… THIS SONG IS ABOUT A GRIFTER, TRYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS IN LIFE NEVER QUITE MAKING IT BUT RESIGNED TO ACCEPTING THAT IS JUST THE WAY LIFE IS. NOW NOWHERE DOES IT SPEAK OF TREASON, SURROGATE, FAUXMEGNANCY, YOU GET WHERE I AM GOING. MADAM , HER CLAN, AND HER GANG OF ‘FRIENDS/BESTIES’ GIVE GRIFTING A WHOLE BRAND NEW MEANING. THIS HAS TO BE THE CON OF A THOUSAND YEARS, GRIFTING, LYING, OBFUSCATING, MANIPULATING, ALL ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN STORY TELLING HERE, THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT!! HYPOTHETICALLY, A CON OF THIS NATURE, WHEN THE LAW COMES A- CALLING , 👁 👁 👁 👁 👁, GREY SUITED GENTLEMEN, ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE, I HAD TO GET A BOND REFERENCE IN HERE. DID YOU KNOW THAT FILM WAS THE ONLY TIME THAT GEORGE LAZENBY PLAYED 007. BOND WAS HAPPILY MARRIED HIS WIFE WAS MURDERED BY SPECTRE?? MY MEMORY NOT SURE NOW BY WHO BUT IT SET UP THE WHOLE FUTURE FOR BOND DOING ANYTHING RISKING HIS LIFE FOR JUSTICE.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY REAL BONDS WHO HAVE RISKED AND LOST THEIR LIVES ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE AND MANY WHO CONTINUE TO. MADAM WILL NEVER EVER STOP BEING THE NARCISSIST THAT SHE IS AND WILL FOREVER BELIEVE SHE IS A VICTIM. THOSE WHO SERVE THE SIDE OF JUSTICE ARE JUST AS LASER FOCUSED, EXCEPT FOR THE GOOD NOT SELFISH EVIL. JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED. AGAIN I SAY, MOST WILL REMAIN CLASSIFIED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, HMTQ DOES NOT SUFFER FOOLS GLADLY, JUST REMEMBER THE PHOTO OF HER LOOKING AT MADAM, ON THE DAY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE, THAT FACIAL EXPRESSION SHOWS THE RESOLVE, AS LONG AS IT TAKES, JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED.

Bar Wars…………

THE OTHER DAY THE CLUE WAS THREE DUCHESSES WALKED ONTO A BAR, SINCE THEN I HAVE HAD VISIONS OF A DRUNK HIGH MADAM DANCING LEWDLY AROUND A POLE ON THE BAR🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BAR WARS RIFF ON STAR WARS….WE ARE ON A SPACE THEME TODAY. IS THAT WHERE CRIMINALS WILL BE SENT IN THE FITURE, PRISON ON MARS?

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS AGAIN I SAY, LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??🤨🤨🤨🧐🧐🧐IN AMERICA WHEN YOU GRADUATE LAW SCHOOL, IN ORDER TO PRACTICE, YOU NEED TO WRITE THE BAR EXAM, THEN YOU GET YOUR LICENSE FOR THAT STATE. NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LICENSE IN ONE STATE DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY ENTITLE YOU TO PRACTICE LAW IN ANOTHER. SOMETIMES IF YOU ACT AS CO-COUNSEL, YOU CAN. I DO NOT KNOW IF SOME STATES AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT YOU OR IF EVERY SINGLE STATE HAS THEIR OWN BAR EXAM, BUT SOME DO BECAUSE THE LAWS VARY DRAMATICALLY, AND LOUISIANA HAS PARISHES NOT COUNTIES ETC. ANYHOW WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I AM ONLY TALKING AMERICA BECAUSE SHE IS AN AMERICAN, AND WORKED ON A LAW TV SHOW SO THAT EQUATES WITH HER BEHIND A LAW EXPERT WORLDWIDE😁😁😁

THIS IS A HUGE LONG WINDED TANGENTIAL EXPLANATION,WHICH IS TYPICAL 💜💜😁😁PG😊😊💜💜 RIGHT, I KNOW YOU KIDS LOVE IT. THIS IS THE MOS LAWSUIT, ANNULMENT/DIVORCE, THE LONG LIST OF PENDING LEGAL CHARGES, YOU KNOW , I WONT GO INTO EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE. MAKE NO MISTAKE THIS IS WAR, SHE IS FIGHTING BECAUSE SHE IS RIGHT AND DESERVES EVERYTHING BECAUSE SHE IS SPECIAL, WAY MORE SPECIAL THAT ANYONE ELSE AND SHE IS BEING TREATED UNFAIRLY , INSERT 🙄ROLLS NOW.

BUT THE BIGGER WAR, IS THE SPIRITUAL WAR GOING ON BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, I, WITH ALL MY HEART💜💜, BELIEVE THAT IS THE REAL WAR HERE. ATTACKING THE CHRISTIAN MONARCHY BY DARK EVIL AGENDAS FOR POWER, CONTROL, MONEY AND LAWS CHANGING. HMTQ NEEDS TO BE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 FOR AS WELL AS ALL THOSE WORKING ON THE SIDE OF JUSTICE.

survival of the fit-test……………”

DARWIN, WAY BACK WHEN, HIS THEORY ON EVOLUTION , KEY PART OF NATURE OF LIFE, SURVIVAL, ACTUAL SURVIVAL AS IN REMAINING ALIVE AND PROCREATING THE SPECIES DEPENDED UPON THE FITTEST STRONGEST OF THE SPECIES.

HERE WE HAVE FIT TEST. MADAME’S SURVIVAL DEPENDS UPON HER BEING FIT, MENTALLY FIT. I BELIEVE DURING THE COURSE OF THIS RECENT MENTAL HEALTH HOLD , SHE WILL HAVE BEEN FULLY ASSESSED, AND I BELIEVE, GOING OUT ON A LIMB, BUT I DID WORK IN THAT FIELD FOR 20+ YEARS SHE WILL ABSOLUTELY BE DIAGNOSED AS NPD, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, WHICH IS AN AXIS II DIAGNOSIS, A DISORDER BUT NOT NOT NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS. AXIS I DIAGNOSES ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES. SHE MAY HAVE CO—MORBIDITY UNDER AXIS III OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE OR HOBBIES. EATING DISORDER MAY BE IN PLAY SOMEWHERE AS WELL . I FEEL VERY STRONGLY SHE WILL BE MENTALLY ASSESSED AS COMPETENT TO STAND TRIAL SHOULD THERE BE ONE.

I MENTIONED THIS THE OTHER DAY AND IN SEASON ONE. I BELIEVE THE STAR CHAMBER HAS BEEN ACTIVE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. I RECALL LAST SEASON, KIDS THAT IS HOW I AM DIFFERENTIATING MM ANON’S SERIES OF RIDDLES. LAST SEASON, NETTY WAS MENTIONED NUMEROUS TIMES OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BARON MALDON, IAIN DUNCAN BURNETT, THE CURRENT CHIEF JUSTICE OF ENGLAND AND WALES. WE HAD ‘9 of the 13 are solid’. I RECALL INTERPRETING TO MEAN THE CHARGES. AT ANY RATE BACK ALL THE WAY TO SURVIVAL OF THE FIT TEST, SHE WILL BE DETERMINED AS FIT!!!

💜💜NOW A PENNY WILL GO TO ANYONE WHO CAN REPLY PROPERLY TO THIS💜💜

😁😁😁😁😁FIT LIKE LOON??😁😁😁😁😁

“a vulgar mansion “……………

ANYWHERE MADAM IS VULGAR FOLLOWS. THIS WHOLE TYLER PERRY LOANING THEM HIS MANSION IN L.A. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TYLER PERRY LIVES IN ATLANTA HE HAS MADE BILLIONS IF TV AND FILM BOTH ACTING BUT THE REAL MONEY IS PRODUCTION. ALL THOSE MADEA FILMS THATS TYLER PERRY. THE FIRST ONE WAS HILARIOUS, CALLED DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN, DOUBLE ENTENDRE OF MAD AS IN EMOTIONAL AND MAD BECAUSE HE DUMPED HER. THE SCENE WHERE MADEA , THE GRANDMOTHER, TAKES A CHAINSAW TO THE HUSBANDS FURNITURE AND CUTS IT IN HALF IS HILARIOUS. THE MADEA GRANDMA WAS SO POPULAR IT SPAWNED FILMS. SO TYLER IS EXTREMELY WEALTHY. I SEE NO REASON WHY HE WOULD GET INVOLVED WITH MADAM UNLESS SHE HAS SOMETHING OR SUNSHINE SACHS DOES. THIS WHOLE PR GARBAGE HAS REALLY OPENED MY EYES WOWZA!!

PERRY IS THICK AS THIEVES WITH OPRAH AND GK. I REMEMBER YEARS AGO, HE GAVE THEM EACH A BESPOKE WHITE BENTLEY EACH.

Spider sandwiches………

IS GEORGE STILL JONESING FOR A SPIDER SANDWICH? I WONDER IF CATHERINE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO MAKE THEM. I CAN SEE BREAD, BLACK LICORICE FOR THE LEGS, RED DOTS FOR THE EYES ETC ETC. I HOPE IT HAPPENED. SO MANY PARENTS HAVE BEEN WILDLY CREATIVE AND CHILDREN TOO!!DURING THIS STAY HOME TIME.

an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ………

I WROTE AT LENGTH ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY. OUR CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. THEY ARE PUTTING TOGETHER AN EXHIBIT ENTITLED HOLD STILL. IT WILL CONSIST OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS THAT THE PUBLIC CAN ENTER DOCUMENTING THEIR TIME DURING THE PANDEMIC. IT WILL CONSIST OF A WIDE VARIETY I AM CERTAIN AND WILL BE EXTREMELY MOVING. AS I SAID THE OTHER DSY, I HOPE THEY PUBLISH A BOOK WITH THESE PHOTOS , I WOULD BUY THAT IN A HOT MINUTE AND THE MONEY COULD GO TO THE NHS OR CHARITY. EXCELLENT WORK CATHERINE BRAVO INDEED!! SHE IS AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPHER, THE PHOTOS SHE TOOK FOR HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY , UTILIZING THE PAINTING, THE GIRL WITH THE PEARL EARRING BY DUTCH PAINTER VERMEER AS INSPIRATION FOR HER PHOTO OF A DUTCH SURVIVOR WAS BRILLIANT.

now that’s TRUE grit……………

TRUE GRIT…GREAT OLD JOHN WAYNE FILM. LOVED IT. TRUE GRIT, MEANS BACKBONE, INTEGRITY, NEVER QUITTING WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, SEEING THINGS THROUGH UNTIL THE END. I SEE THIS AS ALL OF US, DOING OUR BEST TO COMPLY AND SURVIVE NOT ONLY PHYSICALLY BUT FINANCIALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND IN EVERY WAY DURING THIS PANDEMIC. OUR WORLD HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. MANY HORRIBLE DEATHS AND FAMILIES SPLIT, UNABLE TO HAVE PROPER FUNERALS, ALTERNATE GRIEF STYLES. BUT SOOO MANY BLESSINGS IF ONE LOOKS FOR THEM…. TRUE GRIT………WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GET GOING💜💜💜💜💜💜

be- bop-a-loo-la RIP………

LITTLE RICHARD RIP, HE JUST PASSED AWAY …I STARTED SINGING THE MINUTE I READ THIS. SHES MY BABY, BE BOP A LOOO LAH DONT MEAN MAYBE… BE BOP A LOO LAH SHE MY BABY DOLL MY BABY DOLL. THIS IS DIRECT REFERENCE TO THE LOSS OF A GREAT MUSICIAN. IT IS ALSO A REFERENCE TO ARCHFICIAL AND MADAM HAVING ONLY A DOLL IN A BOX SOMEWHERE, NO BABY, NOT THAT SHE CARES AND MISSES THAT CHILD .

The Serenity prayer……

GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. MY GRANDMA HAD THIS HANGING ON THE WALL IN THE NURSING HOME. I WAS LITTLE MAYBE 7? WE WOULD GO VISIT HER ON SUNDAYS, I WAS ALWAYS SCARED, THE PLACE SMELLT FUNNY, PEOPLE WERE YELLING OUT, AS A CHILD IT WAS SCARY. MY PARENTS SPOKE TO HER IN HER LANGUAGE WHICH I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND, SO I LOOKED AROUND. I REMEMBER READING THAT OVER AND OVER. I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT PLAQUE. I TRULY BELIEVE THIS IS ONE IF THE BASIC THINGS IN LIFE YET MOST OF US STRUGGLE WITH TRYING TO CHANGE THINGS OR PEOPLE EVRN THOUGH WE KNOW INTELLECTUALLY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. I THINK OUR PARADIGM OF LIFE, AND WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT HAVE SHIFTED DUE TO THE PANDEMIC. I SEE GREAT THINGS COULD COME OF THIS. FIRSTLY AS WE NURSES HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR DECADES NOW, WE NEED BETTER STAFFING IN LONG TERM CARE. HOW WE RELATE TO ONE ANOTHER, HELPING OUR NEIGHBOURS. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH FAITH IN THE CHANGES YET TO COME. YES THERE ARE SCAMMERS ALWAYS WILL BE BUT LET USCTRY TO FOCUS ON GOID THINGS. AS PHILLIPIANS SAYS IN HOLY SCRIPTURE, WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE RIGHTEOUS , WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE TRUE..THINK ON THESE THINGS. I AM PARAPHRASING BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN😊.

thank you for this forum xxxxx……………

THIS IS A GREAT FORUM FOR SELF EXPRESSION, PRAYER, LAUGHTER, ROYALTY, ANYTHING. THIS IS A GODLY PLACE. A PLACE OF LOVE SND ACCEPTANCE AND WE ARE SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK MM ANON.

it will end ,…one day!

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE. WE HAVE TO KEEP THE FSITH, KEEP PRAYING FOR HMTQ, HARRY AND THE FAMILY. PRAY JUSTICE IS DONE. WHAT IS DARK AND HIDDEN THE LIGHT SHALL EVENTUALLY FIND.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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12. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

MAY 10/2020

💐💐HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MUMS, THOSE WHO MOTHER IN ALTERNATE WAYS ETC💐💐

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #12. 2225 HRS CST

KIDS, I TRULY APOLOGIZE IT IS SO LATE, I HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE STOMACHE BUG TODAY AND IT HAS NOT LEFT ME. I WILL DO MY BEST, AS I KNOW YOU ALL WAIT FOR IT AND ENJOY IT💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months

UNCERTAINTY SURROUNDS THIS CHILD, SEX, AGE, NAME, WHERE HE OR SHE IS, WHO WAS THE GENETIC EGG DONOR, THE GENETIC SPERM DONOR, THE SURROGATE AND WHO NOW IS CARING FOR SAID CHILD. WE DO KNOW WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY THAT BOTH MADAM AND THE CHILD SHE PRESENTED IN THE BIDEO ARE BOTH NOT THE AGE THEY ARE STATED TO BE. ONE OF A ZILLION LIES AND FACTS OBFUSCATED.

hospitality will become inhospitable …………

THE SAYING GOES, GUESTS ARE LIKE FISH, AFTER THREE DAYS THEY START TO STINK. WHEREVER MADAM IS COUCH CRASHING NOW, THEY ARE GETTING ENOUGH OF HER AND WANT HER TO GO ELSEWHERE. I CANNOT IMAGINE ONE MINUTE OF HER PRESENCE.

the R factor …………

TONIGHT U.K. PM BORIS JOHNSON SPOKE TO THE COUNTRY REVEALING HIS GOVERNMENT’S PLAN FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS. EACH POSSIBLE REACTION, COMES WITH AN R, OR RESPONSE. BASICALLY GOING BACK A STEP IF COVID-19 CASES INCREASE. PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY CONFUSED. GO TO WORK, BUT NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. GO TO THE PARK, BEACH, BUT NO GUIDELINES FOR SEEING FAMILY. IT SEEMS VERY CONFUSING TO ME REALLY.

“Henry, don’t do that”. ……

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE SONG, THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET DEAR HENRY DEAR HENRY……DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER THAT? IT IS ANOLD FUN SONG.SO OUR HARRY’S FIRST MAME IS HENRY BUT HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN CALLED THAT.

DID YOU KNOW KING HENRY VIII HAD A WELL DOCUMENTED RECORD OF ISOLATING HIMSELF FROM TIME TO TIME? HE IN GSCT HAD SECRET PRIVATE ROOMS WITH BOOKS, HIS MUSIC INSTRUMENTS TO OCCUPY HIMSELF. THERE IS A NEW BOOK BY ELERI LYNN, WHO CURATES THE ROYAL DRESS COLLECTION AT HISTORIC ROYAL PALACES. SHE PRESENTS BOTH KING HENRYVIII AND DAUGHTER, ELIZABETH I TOOK GREAT SOLACE IN THESE QUITE SMALL SPACES. THEY ENJOYED COURT AND ALL THINGS SOCITO BE SURE, BUT THEIR QUIET REFUGES WERE SPECIAL.

SO THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE, WHO IS THE SPEAKER OR WRITER? WHO CALLS HIM HENRY? A GRANDFATHER PERHAPS? I WONDER IF THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAS BEEN IN TOUCH AND ENCOURAGING OUR HARRY DURING THIS PANDEMIC ON TOP OF ALL HE HAS BEEN COPING WITH. WISE WORDS FROM A GRANDFATHER TO NOT TOTALLY ISOLATE BUT USE SOCIAL MEDIA ETC TO CONNECT WITH HIS BELOVED FAMILY. I KNOW INTEAD MANY MANY COMMENTS OF CONCERN FOR HIM AFTER THE LAST VIDEO HE RELEASED REGARDING VE DAY 75TH ANNIVERSARY.

return to school??? ……………

PRIMARY 1 AND 6 MAY RETURN IN JUNE. BUT WHAT ABOIT THE OTHERS.THERE ARE SO MANY UNCERTAINTIES. THE RISK OF RUSHING THIS IS TO ME UNNECESSARY, ESPECIALLY REGARDING SCHOOL, ITS ALMOST SUMMER BREAK, JUST LEAVE IT BE!!

no guidelines ……………

PEOPLE IN THE U.K. ARE MORE CONFUSED THAN EVER NOW, AFTER THE PM’S ADDRESS. CAN BE OUT WITH STRANGERS BUT VERY UNCLEAR GUIDELINES, IF NOT COMPLETELY UNSTATED GUIDELINES FOR FAMILY. GO BACK TO WORK, BUT DO NOT USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IE THE TUBE, USES, UBER ETC ETC. THIS MAKES FOR GREAT UNCERTAINTY IN A CITY THE SIZE OF LONDON, WHO HAS PRETTY MUCH THE POPULATION OF MY ENTIRE COUNTRY🇨🇦. THIS IS SUCH A RISKY SITUATION, SO MANY DEATHS AND HIGH TRANSMISSION RATE, EVERYONE MUST BE BESIDE THEMSELVES TRYING TO PROCESS THINGS SND MAKE DECISIONS. TRULY LIFE AND DEATH DECISIONS!

be alert,the country needs lerts………… THIS IS FUNNY🤣🤣😂😂😂, COULD BE A TSHIRT OR BUMER STICKER. DO THEY STILL MAKE BUMPER STICKERS? HUMOUR IS THE UNCERTAINTY, LACK OF CLARITY AND DIRECTION ON WHAT TO DO, HOW TO DO IT OR NOT DO THINGS. THE RISE, GLOBALLY OF CHILDREN FALLING ILL, WITH PRESENTATION SIMILAR TO KAWASAKI DISEASE IS SHOWING THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AND ALL OF US THAT THIS ROSY ASSESSMENT OF CHILDREN BEING MINIMALLY AFFECTED BY THIS VIRUS IS BEARING OUT TO NOT BE CORRECT. THE INCUBATION TIME SEEMS LONGER AND THE ENVIRONMENT OVERLOADED WITH THE SHEER VASTNESS OF VIRAL PRESENCE IS TERRIFYING.

risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety THIS HAS BEEN AND CONTINUES TO BE ESSENTIAL. DIFFERENT PROVINCES IS 🇨🇦 ARE APPROACHING TESTING DIFFERENTLY, RESUMPTION OF MORE THINGS SLOW RETURNING TO OPERATION IN ORDER TO KICKSTART THE ECONOMY . PUBLIC SAFETY IS STILL PARAMOUNT, UT IT SEEMS SOME ISSUES HAVE BECOME POLITICISED, WHICH IS EXTREMELY CONCERNING.

it’s the economy,stupid!! …………

THE JOB LOSS NUMBERS AND CLOSING OF THE ECONOMY HAS BROUGHT ON NEARLY UNPRECEDENTED WOES. IT IS ESSENTIAL THE ECONOMY BE REOPENED. HOWEVER BALANCING THAT WITH THE VERY REAL LIFE AND DEATH SITUATIONS AND CHOICES WILL HAVE MAJOR EFFECTS, BOTH IN THE SHORT TERM AND THE LONG TERM AS WELL.

test, Trace and isolate. …………

THIS IS THE BIGGEST ISSUE, MANY JURISDICTIONS ARE DOING THINGS SO DIFFERENTLY. EITHER THE NASAL/ESOPHAGEAL SWAB TEST OR THE FINGER PRICK SEROLOGY TESTS. THERE HAVE BEEN MAJOR ISSUES OF OBTAINING THE REAGENT NEEDED TO TEST THE ACTUAL SAMPLE. ASSESSING THE PRESENCE AND PREVALENCE IN EACH AREA IS VITAL SO DURING THE REOPENING PHASE, THINGS CAN BE REDACTED IF NECESSARY. ISOLATION HAS BEEN KEY TO MINIMIZING THE SPREAD OF THE BEAST OF THIS CORONA VIRUS STRAIN COVID-19. TRULY, UNTIL THERE IS A PROVEN EFFECT VACCINE, MANY PEOPLE WITH COMPROMISED IMMUNE SYSTEMS, LATER IN LIFE AND OTHER PRE-EXISTING HEALTH CONDITIONS MAY HAVE TO ISOLATE UNTIL THAT TIME. IT IS A TERRIFYING THOUGHT KIDS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

a silver lining 🌈🌈. THERE ARE ALWAY ALWAYS ALWAYS IN EVERY SITUATION IF YOU CHOOSE TO SEEK THEM. GOD GAVE US THE RAINBOW AS A COVENANT, THAT AFTER THE GREAT FLOOD AND NOAH HAD BUILT THE ARK, ALL SPECIES OF ANIMALS AND HIS FAMILY SURVIVED. THE RAINBOW IS A BLESSING, LOVE SHOW AND A COVENANT. WE HAVE SEEN AMAZING THINGS, LONG TERM HEAKTH CARE WORKERS FINALLY GETTING RECOGNITION FOR THEIR HARD WORK AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC LEARNING HOW POORLY STAFFING LEVELS ARE. THE CHANGE FROM HOLLYWOOD HEROES TO MEDICAL STAFF, LONG HAUL DRIVERS WHO BRING FOOD AND SUPPLIES. THOSE WHO WORK IN FOID STORES, PHARMACIES, RETAIL, ALL THE THINGS WE DEPEND ON DAILY!! TILL NOW, MOST OF US BARELY GAVE IT A THOUGHT OF HOW BLESSED WE ARE , THOSE OF US WHO LIVE IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES. COLONEL TOM, HIS FUNDRAISING, THE CLAPPING, THE TREMENDOUS SENSE OF COMMUNITY, PEOPLE HELPING ONE ANOTHER ETC ETC ETC ETC. THERE ARE MILLIONS OF EXAMPLES OF HOW HUMAN BEINGS ACROSS THE GLOBE HAVE STEPPED UP. MANY THINGS WERE HALTED, WE COUKD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS HAVE FORESEEN. I HAVE A STRONG FAITH AND I BELIEVE THAT AS WE SLOWLY RETURN TO ‘NORMAL LIFE’ WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. WORK PATTERNS WILL CHANGE, HOW WE INTERACT WILL REMAIN CHANGED, I THINK WE SHALL CONTINUE TO SEE MARVELLOUS THINGS HAPPEN. WE MUST REMEMBER THE GREATT LOSSES AND SACRIFICE AND FAMILIES CANNOT GRIEVE IN THE NORMAL FASHION.THEY WILL CONTINUE TO NEED PRAYER, AND ON E ABLE, HUGS, VISITS, HOT MEALS BROUGHT TO THEM ETC ETC. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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jawllines · 6 years

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Do you sometimes think when you're writing its like a catharsis for your own struggles? I've been reading a lot of your work and I think it's amazing how you create characters with such intense emotions and I find when I read their problems I want to just shout at them and say it's all gonna be okay! Then I find myself panicking about the same things as them and I just say to myself hang on, you're completely fine you're just like y/n It's almost like your writing helps me tell myself not worry

(Same anxious anon) I'm sorry if my last ask was a bit personal! I think that you're really similar to harry in the way that you put a lot of your own insecurities into your art, I just wanted to let you know that you're fantastic at what you do and you should really be less hard on yourself because I think what you do is amazing! Keep setting goals and keep trying to be the best you can because you're really talented! Love you loads💝💝💝———-FIRSTLY THANK YOU VERY MUCH BUTTON IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT :) ANDDD YOU ARE RIGHT A LOT OF MY OWN STRUGGLES DO GO INTO IT BECAUSE THIS WAS WHEN I WAS DEF STRESSING SINCE I WAS IN THE WEONG CHEM CLASS AND EVERYTHING! IM GLAD THAT IT MAKES IT FEEL MORE REAL I DIDNT KNOW THAT IT DID, USUALLY IM DOING IT TO GET ALL MY FRUSTRATIONS OUT

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newiliadrp · 6 years

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Campers, as Spring edges closer and the weather around camp begins to get a bit warmer, we have some news that I hope will excite you! Our first game of Capture the Flag since the beginning of Autumn will take place on 19th of March. Ensure that your teams are prepared, and await further instructions when the time gets closer.

This is intended to test your tactical skills in battle, as I’m sure you know, and we must ensure that both teams will be equally challenged. It is important for all demigods to know how to work as a team, as well as learn how to follow orders. As an added incentive to really ensure that you all work your hardest, the winning team will ensure that they don’t have to do any of their chores, apart from cabin tidying, for the rest of the week.

Finally, ensure that you enjoy the experience!

- Chiron, Activities Director at Camp Half-Blood

To celebrate the opening our RP, we will be holding our first event in a week’s time! This gives people time to “prepare”, and also the opportunity for new people to join before the event. Our first event is going to be something that happens regularly at Camp Half-Blood, and is going to be a regular occurrence in our roleplay.

Our version of Capture the Flag is going to be a bit different to how it goes in the books and films, please see below the cut for rules, and for your teams!

I. This event will take place the week of the 19th of March, starting at 8 am EST/1 pm GMT/9 pm GMT +8/12 am GMT +10. This will go on until the 23rd of March at 8 am EST/1 pm GMT/9 pm GMT +8/12 am GMT +10. This gives you ample time to start threads and give them conclusions. Please ensure that you interact with people both on your team and on the other team, as it makes it a more authentic experience.

II. Each day during the event at 8 am EST/1 pm GMT/9 pm GMT +8/12 am GMT +10, the admins will post a riddle or question based on something to do with Greek mythology. The task for you is to discuss the riddle or question with your team mates and try to find out the answer, without using Google as your first resort. We’d really like you to try and use any existing knowledge of the mythology that you have, as that makes it more fun. The team who answers the question first will win the point, and at the end of the week, the team with the most points will win. We will post a maximum of two riddles during the day, if we feel that the first riddle was answered too quickly and didn’t challenge you enough.

III. During the event you can post about preparations for it, you can trash talk other players, and even post about different strategies that you may have as ideas. Just make sure that you have fun, and tag all event posts as #ilievent001.

IV. At the end of the event, we will be hosting a mini event, our very first Campfire! At the Campfire, you can discuss the events of the “day”, how you’re feeling, and anything else you may want to! This event will go on from the 23rd of March 8 am EST/1 pm GMT/9 pm GMT +8/12 am GMT +10 to the 27th of March 8 am EST/1 pm GMT/9 pm GMT +8/12 am GMT +10 . Please tag all of these posts #iliminievent001.

V. To celebrate the whole event, we will be launching our RP gossip blog! Aphrodite will be commentating on the events as it goes on, but she’ll also be taking questions to answer on things not related to the event. Her link will be posted at the start of the event.

VI. Finally, here are the teams! They have been generated at random, but cabins have been kept together to keep it more like the books.

RED TEAM

Aphrodite Cabin: Matthew Morrison, Reyna Torres, Scarlett Havilliard

Zeus Cabin: Skyegirl Sinworth, Caleb Dawson, Trenton Williams, Rosalinda Dorrance

Boreas Cabin: Isla Cortland, Charles Grant

Iris Cabin: Danny Martin

Nyx Cabin: Lucien Holmes

Eris Cabin: Dorian Steels

Hypnos Cabin: Kieran Irwin, Noah Gray

Poseidon Cabin: El Middleton

Hecate Cabin: Nora Willow, Odyssia Simmons, Teren Benoit, Raena Andromedus, Florence Lynch-Kovach

Apollo Cabin: Noah Atawhai Temple, Avi Melrose, Dimaria Estrada, Gwnag Ho Han, Jaehyuk Lee, Iniko Dale

Morpheus Cabin: Aidan Danvers, Sabrina Salen, Silas Salen

Thanatos Cabin: Karen Halloran

Eirene Cabin: Winifried ‘Winnie’ Alwyn

Artemis Cabin: Roxanne ‘Rox’ Robinson

BLUE TEAM

Athena Cabin: Jane Nolan, Harrison Reid

Ares Cabin: Diala Cortez-Sinclair, Ruby Dixon

Erebus Cabin: Damien Ross, Robbie Montgomery

Dionysus Cabin: Skyler Francois

Cybele Cabin: Cassius Rath, Jeon Sung-Min

Nike Cabin: Brianna ‘Bambi’ Macon, Florentine Santini

Phobos Cabin: Diego Cortez, Adrian Banks

Hebe Cabin: Blue De Laurent

Eros Cabin: Ethan Germaine, Estrella Pendragon, Basil Rosen

Dike Cabin: Ian Calloway

Enyo Cabin: Erah Henning

Persephone Cabin: Thomas Tyrell, Charlotte Sloan

Demeter Cabin: Karra Belmont

Hades Cabin: Mei Hino, Hyun-Shik Weong, Amelia Foxworth

Psyche Cabin: Adamus Finch, James Gallagher

Hermes Cabin: Maeve Anderson, Harper Rhiding, Abigail Van der Berg

Hephaestus Cabin: Andy Mercer, Olivia Liu

Triton Cabin: Penelope Jeon

#iliadmin #iliupdate #ilievent

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maxnchloe4ever · 7 years

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Puzzles sure do suck when youre missing that one piece.

My chest empty. It was once full of something that can not be replaced. I feel empty inside. I used to feel full and complete. I felt whole. But now that piece that once completed me is no longer a part of me the same way as how it used to be. This thing, its like a puzzle and its pieces. They fit me perfectly, we were perfect and supposed to be placed together. But somewhere along the lines one of us tore and they broke away and never fit the same way again. Why? I dont know. Things happen for reasons we cannot explain. So now, I’m that incomplete puzzle and missing its piece, and so desperate to feel complete again, to find that missing puece, or atleast its identical substitute. Im missing that one part thats needed to complete the puzzle, that one part to complete me, to make me feel whole again… like how I once did. Now I’ve never been able to find a piece that fits the same way ever since, but I still try. I still try jamming those extra pieces in there just to see if they’d fit. For a while, at times, they seem like they do. But then you step back and realize that piece doesn’t match the puzzle; it’s the wrong piece, weong puzzle. All these pieces are here, and I’m not complete like how I once was, but I desperately want to feel whole again, so I keep trying to fit those pieces in even when I know they wont fit right, or match, or complete me like the way that one piece was supposed to. And that piece of me is gone, and I wont ever see it again. Now, there are times where I myself change puzzles, and find the pieces proper for that spot, and I then feel whole again, complete. Right. But then, without warning and without trying, I subconsciously just change back to that old unfinished puzzle that will never be fully complete again, because that puzzle is the real me. The me thats incomplete. Thats craving that spot to be filled the way it once was. I cant change me permanently, and Im only torturing myself and those who I try to fit in for that spot. Im not only damaging myself more, but those who arent meant to be there. And its wrong. But why can’t I help myself? I try, and I try to change, but I can’t not feel what I feel, not need what I need. Dammit, im like a vase that was meant for roses but tulips keep being put in there instead. Im like the ocean minus all the sea creatures. Im like a fire without wood, without flame, but corn chips are being thrown in still hoping to relight the flame when its already out. Im like a salt water fish tank with regular gold fish in it (hint, it aint right). Im forever going to be the puzzle without the proper piece. Ill end up just settling one day for a piece similiar to the real piece and just say fuck it, it fits. Im done. It is now 2:48 A.M. and Im debating my next move. What i really should do now. What I should do next.

I still really miss that piece.. so bad. I need it so bad but i try to make myself believe that i dont and sometimes it works. But then it all hits me again, like a truck. And i cant stop thinking when that happens, and then I just feel bad and realize I need more time. I need her and more time. I want her, need her, so bad, but alas.. she belongs to and with someone else.

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ilygsd · 6 years

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someone fuck me in the asshole honestly im shocked how can this dude NOT UNDERSTAND??? hes really good at cognitive empathy, he has a nice moral compass he follows ”be kind, be nice” but he cant fucking FEEL what hes doing

and like....... thats important to me??? and apaprebtly NO ONE has ever criticized him for it or whatever? like his ”intentions”?? ofc he cant help he doesnt feel emotional empathy but he literally cant spot the DIFFERENCE!!! he’s like ”as long as im kind and a nice human being” like bitch NOO!!!! i like you!!! you ”like” me, but you like me bc u think im interesting and you think we can learn from each other. which also is important OF COURSE!! but BITCH I LIKE YOU BC I FEEL FOR YOU THATS DIFFERENT

we’ve known each other for like 3 weeks, met 5 times and we’ve already had 3 major fights??? mainly over text/phone but still.... he’s so fycking mean? he really tries to manipulate me that ugly fucking whore!!! he guilt trips me all the fuxking time i cant say anything he’ll explode and i need to apologize or some shit otherwisw it would never end. and i know what the fuck he’s doing because i used to be the exact same. honestly we are similar in many aspecrs EXCEPT for the ”feel”-part. i feel TOO MUCH. and the difference is that im not manipulating him.... because i KNOW i cant. i know he’d see right through me, there’s no POINT

like i used to be like that too, maybe i still am. i ALWAYS win fights, no mercy. its like i turn off my empathy during fights but AT LEAST i feel AFTERWARDS!!! he doesnt. he realize he did wrong bc of his ”morality”. bitch i could CRY, because he literally scolded me over phone when i was on the bus and there was NOTHING i could do to stop him. i tried to talk to him but he only continues cus i fkn refuse to oBEY HIS ORDERS??? but i cant hang up either cus then he’d never talk to me again and i’d feel like shit......

he’s pretty calm irl, ive never seen him angry irl and i hope i never will holy SHIT!!! he’s so good at hurting, like he turns everything youve ever said to him against you. he’s so fucking good at it cus he’s so god damn good at reading people. thats what makes him so charming. i DONT UNDERSTAND how can his precious girlfriends not have CARED??? apparently i’m the first to criticize him and one of the few to trigger him and im like..... bruh how?? i literally dont say anything and you fucking explode?? are your family and friends blind??? are you doing this to me because you THINK the manipulation will work??

also...... he sees it as something positive that sick bastard. hes like ”well i think this could be good” and im like ”uhhhh bitch it is I who get scolded???” and hems like ”but i feel and too :((” he’s such a fkn dumbass. this is his politics too. he believes in reverse racism and is probably sexist too smhhh. i was like ”are u dumb, u hit me in the face and tell me its bad for you too bc u feel vad abt hitting me??”

i am impressed by how he chose to ve ”kind” or whatever instead of psycho even though i still think he’s selfish and does it for his own gain aka he LOVES to learn things, experience things. he’s very ambitious, energetic and curious. but he doesnt understand. he’s like ”well im kind to you thats all that matters?”

the thing is, he’s not even kind??? he basically forced me to taste his disgusting vanilla coffee OTHERWISE he would take the blanket away??? he sees it as teasing and it kind of is yeah..... if i didnt know that his 1000% serious?? he honestly think its a ducking compromose?? im lile ”uhh a improvisera would be for me to taste a little coffee and then you to give me another blanket or AT LEAST stop nagging”

and when i finally tasted the ugly coffee he wanted to know if i thought it was good and i said ”yeah its ok” bc im not a liar, it was better than expected. and hes like ”thats all i wanted to hear” I KNOW BITCH, YOURE NOT THAT FUCKING SLICK ITS PRETTY FKN OBVIOUS

also he always adds rules??? everythings always on his conditions? also he kinda thinks i should be thankful for him not being an asshole??? or maybe its that i actually VRITICIZE his intentions. yeah i think that brothers him. i think he thinks it entertaining because he doesnt care when he get angry. i didnt use to either. i could just forget te fight and move on, it wasnt important to me. but fuck now when i KNOW what its like......

im like ”ur threatening me to drink coffee” and hes like ”arent u happy i put extra much vanilla for you?? i usually drink much stronger but i didnt for u? arent u happy i gave u the blanket? i actually was goong to put it on the couch and leave u cold but i didnt?” BUT HE ONLY PUT ECTRA VANILLA SO I WPULD TELL HIM IT TASTES GOOD SO HIS EGO CAN BE BOOSTED

calso he kinda forced me to drink alohol?? i was like ”im feeling like shit if i throw up its tour fault and you will have to clean up” and he’s like ”no you’ll have to clean up” BITCH I SONT EVEN WANT TO DRINK YOURE PUSHING ME

soooo many red flags fuck i really SHOULD leave now when i can and now when im not too emotionally invested. but oMG IM SO CURIOUS!!! we’re so similar yet so different!!! we can relate to each other in some ways the bad thing is that since he actually cant FEEL empathy, he doesnt BELEIVE me even when i tell him the truth. im not sad bc i want to manipulate him. im not even sad that his words are huetful even though they are, because i know he’s fucking weong. im sad because he treats me lile this. im sad because i like HIM!!! i genuinely LIKE HIM!! but he doesnt fucking understand?? he doesnt understand the difference between LIKING someone and LIKING to HANG OUT with someone. i like him because i like HIM I FEEL HIM, he only likes to hang out with me.

he talks about this as ”his way” and ”bot traditional” way of feeling. his version and definition of ”love” and ”affvtion” is so fucking weird??? we were cuddling and he said ”wow u make me feel more” LMAO BULLSHIT. I CALL FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU ONLY SAY THAT CUS U THINK THATS WHAT I WANT TO HEAR

im partly okay with him being low empathy, he cant help it and i actually genuinely believe he believes he’s doing the RIGHT thing. like he believes it so much and... i guess he is?? like what choice does he have? he cant fucking feel, the least he can do is be kind anyways. he cant help that its not genuine and i guess i’ll have to accept that, but i al NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THOSE CHEAP TRICKS. i didnt say anything but i bet he would even understand if i pointed it out. he’d be like ”but its true!! i feel more with you” no bitch, you only say/think that because you WANT to be with me and now when you know thats what i want to hear thats what you say. smhhh

also i remember in the beginning when i kinda confessed and he was like ”it takes time for me to like someone” and in like???? uhhh okay? and i was anxious abt it cus i really didnt understand what the fuck we were and he just kept ”it takes time for me to like someone” to i was like ”okay but its not like im super super deeply in love with you or anything?? like.... i can like people??” BUT NOW I FUCKING UNDERSTAND HE LITERALLY MEANS BASIC ASS EMPATHY. IT TAKES TIME FOR HIM TO FEEL BASIC ASS EMPATHY FOR OTHER PEOPLE

i just dint understand how the fuck he’s able to still have a family and friends and stuff. how..... how can no one care??? i said ”theyre being manipulated” and hes like ”no i just dont think they care. they just like that im kind and dont think much abt it” but both youre not kind??? but when i tell im its not genuine he goes with the ”well we’re all egoists anyqays, we’re all doing things for ourselves, ur egoist too” yeah but i can still FEEL

i dont wanna be a dick. maybe its just me?? maybe its just because i feel so much and thats why i really NEED that genuine feeling?? no, i know why...... fuCK ME!!! i CARE because i like him 😔😔 bc i think hes so smart and interesring and i see him as someone potential and thats why i keep test him like this 😔 and its for no use because i cant change who he is 😔😔 would i care about these things with some other guy??? no. because i sont care abt them, but i care abt him and thats why 😔😔

hes not even guilt tripping me for it (wow ”yay” ) he just doesnt understand. he doesnt understand the difference or why i find it important. he just sees it as ”him being different” and ”him feeling in another way”. thats not it. this is not normal. this is because of childhood trauma and im so fucking sad for you, no offense, youre doing tour best but thats so sad

well anyways, even if i were to accept his WEIRD ASS DEFINITION OF LOVE he STILL needs to fucking stop with his abuse??????!!!! out of the 3 fights he has told me 2 times he’s going to ”try” but bitch WE KNOW HE WONT. HE CANT! HE CANT BECAUSE HE CANT FEEL WHEN ITS ENOUGH. IF HE FELT EMPATHY HE WOULD KNOW WHEN TO STOP. BUT HE CANT. im just waiting for him to explode someday. i literally asked him ”what should i do next time” and he’s like ”idk, i cant tell you what to do”. omg its true. theres nothing i can do, he’d still be so pissed at me no matter what. and me just asking him is such a BIG RED FLAG like we ALL KNOW.... or not him. he’s like ”maybe we wont fight” LMAO HAHAH YEA BITCH NICE TRY BUT WE WILL BC U START IT

hes so fucking sensitive. we had a misunderstanding, he started to scold me, i got mad and he kept gaslighting ”no i didnt scold you” and when i called him out on gaslighhting..... oh boy...... he got SO FUCKING MA, accuses ME of gaslighting him?? accuses me of ”starting” it with my ”passie aggressiveness” ok maybe i was passive aggressive but i WOULDNT IF HE DIDNT SCOLD ME ABOUT IT. i cant ever criticize him because he goes bananas. ok maybe im not the best to criticize others, im very....... bold. BUT I KNOW IM RIGHT??

last time he got angry because i said ”ppl listen to you bc ur a white man” and he started to bring up his childhood, told me im insensitive, theeatened me to hang up, never talk to me again if i didnt ”respect” him aka ”obey” him, he guilt truppen me, told me no one would want to me with me blah blah blah

a part of me is happy u dont really fall for that bullshit. like yes if course im HURT!!! but as i said, im not really hurt because he really is trying to hurt me. he really WANTS to hurt me. he even takes pride in it?? ”im very good at making people feel very good, and im very good at making people feel very bad” it makes me so FRUSTRATED BECAUSE I LIKE HIM I WANT HIM TO SEE AND UNDERSTAND SO HE CAN GROW, THAT IS EMPATHY PEOPLE, THAT IS GENUINE LOVE

we’re so different. we use completely different tactics. when i used to manipulate my ex.... i NEVER did personal attacks like he does. i never used smth personal AGAINST them.... i was more about.... guilt tripping? more about ”u dont love me, pity me”. im not saying thats good, i was horrible but what he does is just MEAN. i dont understand how anyone can keep up with that kind of behavior. i even told him when we fought and he responded ”well i need to keep up with u”. he always does that and that actually hurts because i like him. and he knows that. he always says ”ive been sitting here, listening to you, been kind to you and....” etc. etc

WHYYYYYY am i the only one criticizing him?? WHY is he like this to me? is it because i see through his ugly acting?? is it even possible for us to ever be healthy together? we can learn from each other, no doubt. but is it healthy???

when i tell him i feel bad bc of horrible manipulative and emotional abusive things ive done he understand but hes like...... ”thats ok dont be so hard on yourself, just learn, everyone makes mistakes” but like no?? THIS IS NOT OKAY!!! he also keeps saying i’ll become like him and like ”stop caring” bc ”we cared too much before” but NO I DONT WANT TO BECOME LIKE YOU!! I ADMIRE YOUR THINKING SKILLS AND ID LIKE TO LEARN SOME OF THAT BC WERE POLAR OPPOSITES YOU THINK, I FEEL. YOU CANT FEEL, I CANT THINK AND HANDLE MY FEELINGS

i dont WANT to. thats the difference. im not satisfiera!!! i told him i dont want to apologize to my ex best friend (who i treated like shit) until it feels GENUINE and hes like ”pfft... its better than nothing. she wont know if its genuine anyways” and im like bitch.... i WANT to be genuine because i think she would appreciate it more and I would feel better about it and hes like ”oh so its cus u wanna feel good about it” OH MY GOD HES SO ANNOYING

i really should pack mt bags and run. why did i have to fall for him UGHHHHH. why do i let him treat me like this when i’d never let ANYONE else do it. its so weird, im very picku with guys. i dont fall for ANYONE. i ALWAYS pick nice and kind guys so why him? i thought he was nice, yeah fair enough, but i still like him even though he isnt? i dont think its me being awfullt desperate, i really wouldnt let anyone be like this. like BOY HE BEKIEVES IN FUXKING REVERSE RACISM DO YALL THINK I WOULD HANG IUT WITH SOMEONE LIKE THAT??? or maybe i am desperate. yes i am. im desperate for the connection i feel. thats kinda sad. i feel a strong bond to/with him, i feel like we’ve been through some things and i still look up to him and how he has recovered. he gives me hope that i can also be happy one day. I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM but i still want to learn from him. and i sont think i will ve like him because im not a sociopath. i just want to take the good stuff and then become better

omg i really am similar to him. im really here feeling superior. i do feel superior because i can feel. i feel superior and a part of me wants to use him. hes a real challenge. i dont think i can maniplate him, it would be amazing to have him feel something for me...... IH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING MESS. NO THIS IS NOT IT. I DO LIKE HIM IM NOT LIKE HIM. IM NOT THAT FUCKED UP

i get really annoyed when he claims im similar that i also want to control and manipulate and im like NO BITCH WERE SIMILAR BUT NOT HERE, like not when im trying to be calm and grown up and have us silver things, not when im crying because he huet my feelings but................ maybe hes right. or maybe hes just manipulating me??? maybe its both. ofc its both. i WAS HURT, i actually HAD anxiety!!!! if that bastard could feel, he would have known it was GENUIKE. AND HE WOULD HAVE KNOWN IM TRYING TO BE CALM AND AN ASULR BECAUSE HE SURE AS HELL FUXKING ISNT AND I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU BITCH I WANT TO SOLVE THIS FOR MY OWN SAKW TOO SO I CAN BE WITH YOU WITHOUT FEELING LIKE A CHEAP WHORE WITH NO SELF RESPECT.... BUT YES OF COURSE I WANTED HIM TO FEEL FOR ME TOO. IT DISTURBS ME SO MUCH THAR I DONT HAVE AN EFFECT ON HIM HEA LIKE A STONE AND OFC IF ANYONE SAW US FIGGT I’D LOOK LIKE THE CALM ONE. hes wrong though bc i used to think like that too with my ex bff. i used to think damn shes only like that so she can feel superior to be and humiliate me but no. she was right. she was more mature than me and she did what she had to do AND THATS WHAT IM DOIKG TO SO FUCK YOU

only way for me to manipulate him would be sexually. he’s that pathetic. a fucking horny dick, thats what he is. but it wouldnt even be manipulation because honestly if hes that fucking horny then its his choice. its not like i’d ever r*pe him, i dont even wanna have sex with him that guy has some HIGH STANDARDS i feel like a virgin next to him but since im not he would also expect more smh. i dont even dare to kiss him back. im only used to virgins so they dont have any experience lmao but... fuck i cant this time

he’s so cockt though for real. he brags about this and that all the time which is kind of his charm..... if it wasnt for the fact that hes always so competitive and serious LMAO. like it would really hurt his ego if i questioned him. imagine me telling him his sex, kisses, brain/psychology or smth was bad. i swear to god he would want to scold me and call me some real nasty things but he probably wouldnt

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE)

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.5k words

Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE)

Friday morning you found yourself sitting in the living room, awake before even the sun had poked its head out to say hello. You were excited about the picnic, and knowing the girls would be there put you at ease, as they also were unaware of the baby. It was wild, just thinking that yet again, there was a baby growing inside of you, one you created with someone you truly loved. Min Ja and Hyo Bin were the only two things you positively took away from your time with Weong-Bin, but this child? This child was just the beginning of many happy memories that were just waiting to be shared. Despite knowing deep down this would work well, you were still ungodly nervous.

As you sat in the living room, you heard footsteps approaching from down the steps. Looking over, you saw Taehyung, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his curly hair. You didn’t expect him to be awake at this hour, but here he was despite the slight annoyance etched on his face.

“Hm? Morning.” He mumbled, walking over to you. “Why are you awake this early?”

“Couldn’t go back to sleep. What about you?”

“I promised Hobi-Hyung I would help him get your picnic set up Apparently he had a whole bunch of stuff he wants to make.” You chuckled a bit. “So, you need to go inside. It’s a huge surprise.”

“Well when Hoseok gets up and comes out here, then I’ll get ready to go inside.” You said. Taehyung sat beside you, and you ruffled his hair. “How does your hair look good even when you first wake up?” you asked curiously as Taehyung let out a yawn.

“Mmm, I’m perfect, of course.” He said, making a dramatic pose with his hand in front of his face. You rolled your eyes as your brother let out a playful giggle. “So, are you ready to tell Hyung?” he asked. You let out a shaky breath. “You can’t hide it much longer.”

“I know. I think I’m ready. I just can’t help but think the worst.”

“You know he’ll be thrilled, right? You just need to tell him.”

“But what if he just wants it to be us and the girls? I want to be with Hobi forever, which means the kids will be with him too. Maybe two is all he wants.”

“There’s a difference between kids you help raise and kids that are yours, no matter how much he loves the girls. Besides, Hyung has enough energy for fifty kids.”

“Jesus, Tae.” You sighed, and once again, Taehyung laughed a bit. “Fifty?” He could only shrug in amusement. “…I didn’t think I would have any more kids after Hyo Bin. I’m a bit nervous too.”

“You’ll do just fine.” He assured, ruffling your hair. You smiled. “I’m always here too, you know. So are Mom and Dad, who I’m sure stopped at a baby store on their way home.” You laughed.

“I know they did, they sent me pictures of cribs.” Taehyung laughed a bit. “Once he knows we’ll really need to start saving for an apartment. I wouldn’t want to burden you with-.”

“Shut up.” He said quickly. “You’re not a burden, don’t rush. There are more important things you need to worry about than a place to live, you’re always welcome here.” You smiled.

“You’re trying to make up for all those times that you were an absolute pain in the ass as a kid, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever in my life make up for all of them.” He grinned. You laughed a bit as Taehyung chuckled shyly. “You should get some more rest before you have to get the girls up. Hyung should be up at any moment and we’re getting right to work.” You nodded, getting up off the couch.

“Oh, alright.” You hummed, waving him off before heading back into the bedroom. When you walked in, Hoseok was already sitting up in bed, a grin on his face.

“Why are you up?” he asked curiously. You crawled back into bed just as he was slipping out. “Get some rest, we have a long day today.”

“Does a picnic really count as a long day?” you asked curiously, cuddling up under the covers. Hoseok grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

“This one will. I can promise you that.” He assured. You raised an eyebrow. “Aaaah, go back to sleep. I need to go get everything ready.” Without another word, he hurried out of the room. You smiled, laying back and closing your eyes.

Hoseok also realized as he headed down the hall that he wasn’t too sure how he felt when Friday finally rolled around. It was a day he had been planning since he was bored and alone in his hospital room. He made sure he had everything down: he knew exactly what he wanted to say, how he wanted to say it, where he wanted to say it, and even practiced the reactions he would have based on different responses from you. He practiced his happy cry, his sad cry, he practiced not crying at all just in case. He felt that he was absolutely prepared for everything that could happen when it came to proposing to you. He was ready!

The family was still residing in Taehyung’s apartment until they could find another place to live. Your parents had spent another few day’s there as well before they had to pack up and head back home themselves, leaving the five of you in Taehyung’s nice house. Taehyung had no problem with you guys staying, in fact, he was trying to make your stay as long as you possibly could because he loved having you around. Not only that, but it meant when friends like Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Seokjin came by, they would have to come to his house. The trial allowed all 7 boys to finally meet all together and get acquainted with those they had never met before, leading to a tight friendship beginning to form. However, the company was not the focus of today. As Friday afternoon crept its way into Seoul, Hoseok was standing at the counter of the kitchen, with the help of an eager Taehyung. Both of them were chopping up some vegetables, putting side dishes in Tupperware, and setting everything into a nice picnic basket.

“I’m so excited.” Taehyung beamed, looking at Hoseok.

“I know, me too. I thought I would be nervous, but I don’t think I am.”

“Well Noona won’t say no.” Taehyung assured. Hoseok looked at him.

“How are you so sure?” he asked.

“She’s my big sister, I just know. She’ll definitely say yes, trust me.” Hoseok hummed.

“Alright, I trust you then, Taehyung.” He said simply. As he set the final ingredient into the basket and closed it all up, he hummed. “Okay, ready.”

“Where’s the ring?” Taehyung asked softly, although you were dressing the girls in another room and there’d be no way to hear him. Hoseok simply patted the little pouch that sat comfortably on his waist.

“In plain sight and yet totally hidden, aren’t I brilliant?” he grinned. Taehyung grinned. “Okay, everything is ready to go. Let’s go see if the girls are ready.” As the boys hurried to the girl’s shared bedroom, Hoseok knocked on the door. “You girls ready to go yet?” He asked. It only took a second before Min Ja opened the door. She was wearing a pair of overalls with a rainbow-striped shirt and matching sunhat. Across her chest laid a tiny flower handbag that Taehyung had bought her to put all her important items, you know, like rocks she found on the floor or pieces of sparkles and glitter she planned to save. Important things. “Wow, how cute you look, Min Ja.” he grinned.

“I know. Hyo Bin wants to dress like me, but she doesn’t have the same bag. The one Uncle Tae got her was of a heart.” As if on cue, a loud scream ripped from the room, and the boys stuck their heads inside. They saw you wrestling your three-year-old’s socks on, but she was kicking and screaming.

“Hyo Bin your bag is just as cute as Min Ja’s.”

“I HATE THE HEART BAG, MAMA! I DON’T WANT IT!” She shouted, sobbing hysterically. You sighed, grabbing hold of a flying leg before it clocked you in the forehead. “MAMAAAA!”

“You liked it when Uncle Tae took you to the store and bought it, didn’t you?” you asked softly. Hyo Bin continued to wail and scream. “…You’re ten seconds from staying home and not going anywhere if you keep acting like a baby, Hyo Bin. How are you supposed to go to school like Min Ja if you throw tantrums? You’ll get in trouble all the time.”

“She’s right. A boy in my class throws lots of tantrums.” Min Ja said, still standing by the door. “He also throws lots of chairs.” Taehyung glanced down at the little girl, a confused look on his face, though she didn’t seem bothered. As you managed to get both of Hyo Bin’s socks on, your effort was thwarted, as Hyo Bin yanked the sock off and tossed them angrily away from her. Having enough, you released your daughter and lied on your back.

“Okay, Hyo Bin. You’ve made up your mind.” You said simply. Hyo Bin, confused as to why she was no longer being held down, turned to look at you, though she was still hysterical crying. You slowly got up from the floor. “Mommy needs to go get dressed so we can go on our picnic. Min Ja was a good girl and got ready, so she can come. You can stay with Uncle Tae until we come back.”

“N-no Mama…” she begged, sniffling. She watched you leave the room. “M-mama!” She tried to run after you, but you gently excused yourself between Hobi and Taehyung before heading into your own room. She saw Hobi, Taehyung, and Min Ja looking at her, snotty and runny-nosed and red in the face. “I wanna come, Mr. Hobi…I’m a good girl too.” Hobi smiled a bit, kneeling down and pointing to the crumpled-up socks that Hyo Bin had flung away.

“How about we go get those socks on okay?” He said. Min Ja sniffled. “They match your heart bag really nice.”

“I want a bag like Unnie…” Hyo Bin said softly, whimpering.

“But didn’t you pick the heart bag?” Hoseok asked, picking it up. He gently laid it on Hyo Bin’s shoulder and across her chest. “Look how cute. What can we put in there?” Hyo Bin sniffled, opening it up to pull out a small plastic lipstick and blush container, as well as a few coins Taehyung had put in her bag, along with Min Ja’s when he bought them. “Oooo, wow. So cool. Don’t you like that your bag holds tons of stuff?” Hyo Bin wiggled her way into Hoseok’s arms, nuzzling her head into his neck.

“Mhm…” she finally said softly. “I wanna come too, Mr. Hobi.”

“Then we should stop crying, right? You won’t have fun if you’re crying.” Hoseok said gently, patting her head. Hyo Bin sniffled. Though the crying didn’t immediately stop, the girl silently went to her socks and picked them up, walking over towards Hoseok. He guided her onto the floor and simply helped her put the socks on. “There. Lovely. Ready to go?” Hyo Bin nodded as Hoseok scooped her up into his arms. The group exited the playroom, Hyo Bin still all sniffly. You stepped out of the room, fixing the ponytail you had put your hair into. “We’re ready~.”

“Aaah look how pretty you look.” You said to Hyo Bin, who was still sniffling in Hoseok’s arms. She wiped her eyes, albeit messily, and you smiled.

“I like your bag, Hyo Bin.” Min Ja said, looking up at her sister. “It looks really pretty with your hat.” The little girl, now with her sister’s approval, finally began to stop the sniffling and calm herself down. With that detour out of the way, the afternoon picnic could commence. Taehyung waved you all off, giving Hoseok a secret thumbs-up. He saw you turn to him as well, and he offered you a supportive thumbs up as well as he watched you guys go. He chuckled to himself, the door closing behind you as Min Ja chatted excessively about how excited she was.

“Hope this works.” He mumbled to himself, before plopping himself onto his living room couch and turning on the TV to play some video games.

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“I hope you're excited about this.” Hoseok hummed, tightly holding your hands as he led you down one of the park roads. “I am.”

“Of course, I’m excited.” You assured. “It was just sudden when you asked me on a date in the middle of the courtroom.”

“Hehe, yeah I know, sorry, I hope it didn’t catch you off guard or anything. I had been thinking about when I was going to ask and when I saw you it just…eh, blurted out.” You both laughed.

“No, it didn’t.” You assured. When Hoseok led you to the spot, which was right by a small park for children to run and play on while their parents relaxed, you smiled. “Girls, do you want to go and play on the playground while we set up the food?”

“Yeah!” The girls shouted in unison. You smiled, watching as they hurried to the park, which was populated with a few other children as well. It looked generally safe that you could divert your attention back and forth from time to time. Hoseok pulled out the picnic blanket, spreading it on the grass before setting different items down to keep it from blowing away.

“You and Taehyung made quite a spread.” You said.

“I made it. Taehyung put it in Tupperware and into the basket.” Hoseok assured, making both of you laugh a bit. “But he helped a lot, so it’ll be a good meal.”

“I’m sure it will be.” You smiled, sitting down on the blanket. Hoseok plopped himself down next to you, before laying back fully and stretching out his limb. “The weather turned out so nice too.” You hummed.

“Oh, I know. The weather called for rain and I was so nervous I’d have to reschedule everything.” Hoseok pouted a bit, glancing up at you as you looked towards the playground. His hand rested against his pouch, feeling the box that was sitting patiently inside, waiting for its time to shine. Like he did before, all the different possible paths of the day were running through his mind and he was wondering which one he would be walking down. He had to be careful if he wanted to walk down the right path. “I’m just glad we get to spend the day together.” You glanced down at him, smiling.

“Me too.” You said happily. Like Hoseok, you were also worried about the path you would be walking down. You thought about the talk you had with Taehyung early that morning before anyone else had woken up, and it made you feel a lot better knowing that not only did you have his support, but your parents as well. It comforted you, and already, you knew that the path you were heading down now was leagues different from the path that you found yourself on in college. You needed to just wait for the right moment.

You allowed the girls some more time to run around, getting themselves hungry enough that they would sit down and eat without much distraction. This allowed you and Hoseok time to relax together, just enjoying each other’s company under a nice, refreshing breeze. Everything felt serene and peaceful, a feeling you had finally been waiting for among all of the trails, secrets, and violence. Everything was falling into place. Hoseok glanced over to you as you reached into the basket and picked up a strawberry, popping it into your mouth. His eyes trailed the finger that would soon hopefully be decorated by the beautiful ring, and he knew he had to do this now before he chickened out for real.

“I need to talk to you.” He said. You glanced over, curious as to what he meant. “It’s…important.”

“Is…everything okay?” you asked curiously.

“Everything is fine, there’s just something I’ve been meaning to ask you. But I wanted to wait until the trial and all the stressful stuff was over so that I wouldn’t be adding more pressure onto you.” You blinked, turning to face him.

“Well…that’s a coincidence…” you said. “Because I feel the same way.” Hoseok looked at you with slightly wide eyes. “I have to tell you something important too, but I wanted to wait until the trial ended.”

“I see.” He said. “How about we….” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sorry. Do you want to go first?” you asked. Hoseok gulped a bit. “No?” You were kind of hoping he would say that because you wanted to just get this off your chest. However, Hoseok did not immediately respond. Hoseok took a shaky breath, before sticking his fist out in your direction. “Huh?”

“Rock paper scissors.” He said. “The winner out of three rounds go first.” You nodded, sticking your hand out with a small grin on your face. Hoseok followed behind you. “Okay, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Go!” He shouted. You threw out rock, he threw out paper. Hoseok grinned. You blinked, feeling your heart race. You wanted to win, you wanted to get it off your chest. Every second that passed by felt like a knife being pushed deeper and deeper into your chest. Nodding your head, round two began. “Rock, Paper, Scissor, Go!” He said. You threw out scissors, and Hoseok, this time, threw out paper. “Aaaaah.” He groaned, pouting.

This was the most intense game of Rock Paper Scissors that you have ever played. Never did you think that this would feel like an Olympic sport, where a massive win was on the line, a massive advantage, a massive victory. The third and final round would be the defining factor. It was currently tied.

“Last round…” you said softly. Hoseok nodded, smiling gently at you. You hummed, before starting the round.

“Rock.” Hoseok said. You bit your lip. “Paper-.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.” You said quickly.

“Sci-.” Hoseok stopped almost immediately, his eyes going wide. You looked directly at him as soon as those words left your mouth. He was silent for a moment, looking down at his closed fist that was stopped dead in its tracks. “That’s not the next word- WHAT?!” He shouted. You flinched a bit. “You’re pre…you’re pregnant?!” He asked. You could only nod, unable to get his shocked expression out of his face.

“I wanted to wait until the trial was over to tell you. Then you brought up the idea of the picnic and I figured that would be the best time.” You explained.

“When did you know?!”

“When I was in the hospital right after the fires.” You said simply.

“Does anyone know?”

“Nayeon was with me when I found out. And I told my parents and Taehyung after…after the first day of the trial.” Hoseok blinked.

“How did this happen?” he asked. When he saw you open your mouth, he lifted a hand up. “Don’t answer that one. I know how it happened.” Hoseok saw the worry etched on your face, and he felt his chest bubble up with emotions. You could see his eyes watering. “Really?” You nodded, smiling a bit. “Oh my God.” He quickly closed the gap between the both of you, hugging you tightly as he tried not to burst into tears in a public space. “Wow. I was not expecting this to happen at all.”

“Are you mad?” you asked curiously. Hoseok shook his head, quickly pulling back to look at you.

“No not at all! After I found out about the other baby, all I could think about was having another one…” he looked down at your stomach with eyes full of wonder and amazement. You gently took one of his hands, placing it on your stomach. You were still relatively early in the pregnancy, so you were just barely showing anything. However, the minute Hoseok lied his hand on your stomach, all the strength he was trying to muster so he wouldn’t cry was gone. You watched as tears began flowing from his eyes. “Aw, man.” He quickly wiped them, and you smiled.

“Don’t cry!” You begged. “Please don’t cry, you can’t cry!”

“I’m so happy. Jeez, this isn’t what I planned to happen.” He said, sniffling.

“Oh. What did you want to tell me?” You asked, looking at him. He held your hand tightly in his, the other sitting firmly on your still flat belly. You smiled. “I totally cheated; you probably would’ve won. What did you want to say?”

“How am I supposed to propose to you in tears? Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around?” he asked. You blinked, dropping his hand from yours. He looked at you. “What?”

“Really?” you asked, smiling. Hoseok wiped his eyes, nodding. You felt like you wanted to cry as well, however, explaining why both of you were in tears would be difficult when the girls came back. You swallowed your tears, and a grin sat plastered on your face. “You were going to-.”

“Yeah, propose. I have a ring and…I had a speech and everything was planned.” He chuckled, opening up his little pouch and pulling out his little black box. Your eyes widened as he opened it, revealing the gorgeously expensive ring that sparkled almost as soon as it hit the light. “It was a whole big thing and I was absolutely terrified you would say no. But…man, after your news, I don’t even think I could top it if I tried.” You giggled a bit.

“You thought I would say no, you big idiot.” You were quick to take the ring. “Even if I wasn’t carrying your baby, I could never say no…” Hoseok held your wrist, gently taking the ring from your grasp. He laid your hand into his, quickly slipping the ring onto your finger. A smile formed on your lips as you held the ring up to the light, admiring the sparkle that it radiated. “Wow…I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Tell me about it.” Hoseok said, letting out a shaky sigh. You looked at him and smiled.

“I think these may go down in history as the oddest proposal and baby announcement ever.” You giggled, and Hoseok followed suit. You smiled, biting your lip. “I love you.” You said softly. Hoseok looked at you, a smile once again forming on his lips.

“I love you too…” he said simply. You looked down at the ring, Hoseok scooting close to you so that he could once again place his hand on your stomach. “Do you like the ring? Hyo Bin helped me pick it.”

“It’s so pretty. Not too gaudy. You know my first wedding ring was like that. Very flashy.” Hoseok chuckled. “Sold that thing for a nice sum after the divorce though.” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. “But I don’t think I’ll ever sell this one.”

“Good.” He said. Just as the two of you were finding comfort in each other’s embraces, you heard the sound of two young girls shouting your names. Looking up, Min Ja and Hyo Bin were hurrying over to the picnic table. Min Ja gasped.

“Mr. Hobi, did you ask Mommy if you could marry her yet?!” She asked. You looked at Hoseok.

“They knew?” You asked curiously. Hoseok laughed a bit.

“Min Ja heard me talking to Taehyung when you were putting Hyo Bin to sleep last night.” He admitted. You looked at Min Ja, who saw the ring on your finger. “Did you tell her about the baby?”

“What baby?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

“Well, Mr. Hobi and Mommy are getting married now, and we’re having another baby.”

“ANOTHER BABY!?” The girls shouted, eyes just as wide as Hoseok’s were, only on their little faces, they looked even wider. You smiled a bit as Min Ja and Hyo Bin crawled into your lap. “Where’s the baby?” Min Ja asked. “I wanna see her.”

“It’s in her stomach.” Hoseok explained. Gently, he took the girl's hands and placed them alongside his. “It’s really small right now, but when the baby gets bigger, so will your Mom’s stomach.”

“Great.” You groaned in playful sarcasm. “Just what I want, to be a basketball again.” Hoseok smiled a bit as the girls looked at your stomach.

“Is it a girl? Can it be a girl, Mommy?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

“It can be, but I won’t know until the baby gets bigger.”

“It can’t be a boy, it just can’t. Boys are gross and icky.” Min Ja pouted. You smiled a bit, ruffling her hair. Hyo Bin didn’t look as excited as Min Ja did at the idea of a little sibling. She just looked at your stomach.

“Are you excited?” Hoseok asked curiously.

“No.” she pouted up at him. “I don’t want a new baby.” You smiled, running a hand through her hair.

“Hyo Bin, you’re going to be a big sister, just like Min Ja is your big sister.” Hyo Bin looked at Min Ja, who was beaming just as much as Hoseok was. She still seemed unconvinced, but she kept the pout on her face and simply held your stomach tightly. You smiled. “How about we all eat, I’m starving.” You suggested, motioning to the opened picnic basket with food just waiting to be eaten. Hoseok pulled the basket over to you and began to pull out food, setting it out for everyone to enjoy. You watched as the girls tried their best to help him by setting out some food as well. He smiled happily, encouraging their helpfulness, which only wanted them to do more to help him. A smile formed on your lips as Hoseok passed you a small wrapped up sandwich, making sure to quickly kiss your cheek before he finished emptying the basket. A hum escaped your lips as you watched the scene unfold.

Just over 6 years ago, you never would have thought this would be how your life would’ve turned out. So many different paths had been found, doors had closed and others had opened, while other doors were completely destroyed. Despite this, the path that you were on and had been on since you were 20 years-old was one you would never change for anything, despite the hardships that were bestowed upon you. You were hoping that the next 6 years, and even longer, would only allow those paths to open wider and present you with even more wonderful and breathtaking memories.

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Author’s Note: I wanted to thank you all for your support throughout this story. With work restarting for me next week, I’ll be going on a mini-hiatus so I can work on the new story ideas I have planned. Thank you all for your continued support and I look forward to seeing you in my next work !!! <3 - Jeni

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 30 - The Trial

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Chapter 30 - The Trial

Weong-Bin stood in front of the mirror in the men’s room. He was in the massive courthouse, his lawyer standing beside him as he watched Weong-Bin check his jumpsuit a few times. There was nothing to look at, it was just a plain beige prison outfit that he had to wear in the courtroom, but he wanted some time to think before going in. The day he was waiting for had finally begun, and he was looking forward to seeing how the trial would play out with everything that had happened. As he smoothed out his shirt, he thought back to the morning of the fires.

“Did you hear?” He overheard one guy whisper. When Weong-Bin looked over, he saw a plump guy, a murderer who was imprisoned for life, chatting with a few friends. “Apparently an apartment and a kid’s dance studio were set on fire by someone.”

“That’s fucking wild, man. Do they know who did it?”

“No clue. Apparently, the house that the fire was started in had two kids in it and their mom. And her boyfriend.”

“Aw shit, kids? Man.” He heard another guy let out a deep sigh. “I got kids. Their father must be panicked.”

“No idea. I got a peek at the last newspaper before they were all taken. I’m gonna see if someone will let me borrow theirs when they’re done.” The fat man said.

“Doubt it, but it worth a shot. Keep us updated, will ya?”

As Weong-Bin scoffed to himself, he gave one last look in the mirror.

“Ready?” His lawyer asked, motioning to the cops who were waiting beside him to escort him into the room. Weong-Bin looked over, a smirk forming on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry, I took so long, I’m a bit nervous.” His lawyer patted him on the back as the two of them exited the room, the cops following behind as they made their way to their waiting spot. The courtroom was bustling with curious individuals, and Weong-Bin recognized a few familiar faces. He saw Seokjin and Jungkook, wearing nice suits as he stood by one of the doors, conversing with two other boys. He recognized Min Yoongi instantly, who he thought looked the same as he did when they first met in high school. There was another man in glasses as well, but he honestly couldn’t recognize him. They seemed pretty relaxed; despite the situation, they were about to witness. As he continued to look around, his eyes fell on his ex-mother in law and father in law, as well as Taehyung. The three of them were sitting on a bench, your mother in the arms of her husband. It looked as if she had been crying. Park Jimin stood beside Taehyung, talking with the prosecutor of the case, as he was expected to testify. It seemed most of the people he recognized were expected to testify, but what did they know? They had a suspicion at most, he wasn’t worried. As he continued to look around, more people began filing into the hallway, some even heading into the courtroom to find the best seats.

“Let’s get inside.” His lawyer said simply. Weong-Bin nodded, getting ready to follow him when his attention was alerted to the sound of a nearby door opening. Glancing over, he watched as you walked out. You were wearing a navy-blue dress, where the skirt fell to your knees and the sleeves stopped right at your elbows. It was a dress that showed skin, but not a lot. One that showed off how pretty you were, yet still left something to the imagination of others. Weong-Bin snickered, causing his lawyer to turn around and see what his client was now staring at. When he did, he saw you had stopped in front of them, staring straight ahead. He blinked, staring straight back at you as his mind began to wander once again.

The same morning that he had heard the inmates gossiping about the fires, was the same morning he woke up early, wanting to make sure he was one of the people who snagged a newspaper. They only supplied a few, so it could be difficult to read up on the daily news if you were not a morning person. Weong-Bin sat himself down, flipping open the paper to see the headline.

APARTMENT AND LOCAL DANCE STUDIO SET ABLAZE WITHIN THE SAME HOUR IN SEOUL!

As Weong-Bin continued to read, he was looking for a certain part of the article. Injuries and casualties.

“The fire was starting in the apartment of Miss. Cho, 27, a single mother who lived with her boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, 27, and two children, aged 5 and 3. The blaze was set around midnight, 45 minutes after the dance studio was ablaze less than 2 miles away. All those who were in the apartment building made it out safely, and the Cho family was raced to the hospital for their wounds to be treated...” Weong-Bin felt his fists grip the paper when his eyes scanned that line in particular. He looked up, scanning the room of inmates and guards who were watching. He saw Officer Song standing by one of the doors, hands at his sides. He wasn’t focused on Weong-Bin right now but instead focused on scanning for any troubling behavior.

“…Fuck…” Weong-Bin scoffed, crumpling the newspaper and tossing it aside. Behind him, that same fat inmate had seen it, and got out of his seat, grabbing the paper and bringing it to his friends to show. Weong-Bin let out a shaky breath.

“…Wait…It says here that the victims were….” When the fat man and his friends looked up, they saw Weong-Bin shoot out of his seat.

“I need to make a phone call!” He snapped. “My children and wife are attacked and I find out through a newspaper article!? Give me a phone!”

“We should go…” The lawyer quickly said to the cops, making Weong-Bin return from his flashback. He hadn’t gotten any more information that day, at least not from you, as he still was unable to contact you. The information he was given was passed down from the nurse to a guard, and then finally to him. He tried to act like the concerned husband and father, tearing up and begging to see or even talk to them, however, you all were resting, and he was denied. “Come on, Weong-Bin…”

“Right…” He said. However, before they could escort Weong-Bin away, you quickly walked up to them. The lawyer turned back around.

“Uh, Miss. Cho, you can’t-.”

“Please.” You begged. The lawyer hesitated, but however, he looked at the cops and nodded. They stepped back slightly, watching and waiting to continue their jobs. You finally looked back at Weong-Bin, who looked down at his restraints on his hands.

“…I’d hug you if I could.” He said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re all okay.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?”

“Yuna is watching them. Min Ja won’t be testifying anymore after what happened, she’s too shaken up. We’ve been staying at Taehyung’s house.” You explained simply.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re all safe.” He said simply. You pursed your lips together, and Weong-Bin looked you over. “Nice dress. I always wanted you to wear it when I bought it.” You looked down, smoothing out the sides of it just slightly with one of your hands. “…Looks like it’s gotten a bit tight, though. Around the stomach.” Just as your hand wiped some dirt off of the side, you gripped the fabric around your fingers. “It has been a few years since I bought it, though. Don’t worry, you look lovely.”

“…I forgot it was you who bought it.” You admitted, looking up at him. “I’m glad it was worn once…before I burn it.” Weong-Bin frowned. You let out a deep breath. “You looked kind of surprised to see me when I walked out of the bathroom just now. Why was that?”

“I figured you’d still be in the hospital. But you’ve always been so…tough, I guess?” Deciding to end it there, he turned on his heels, he looked at the cops. “We should get going.” He said, before following them off. As he passed Taehyung, he glanced over and saw that he had a dark glare in his face. “…Fix that look, little bro. You look like a murderer~.” He said, before finally walking out of sight. Taehyung scoffed.

“That prick.” He huffed.

“Don’t start.” Jimin said gently, crossing his arms as the prosecutor approached you. You were gripping the strap of your pocketbook, trying to keep your breath steady.

“You’ll be just fine.” She assured. “Ready?” You nodded, smiling a bit, before following her inside. Looking over your shoulder, you saw everyone else was following you inside, and a few familiar smiling faces helped boost your confidence up as everyone took their seats, and the judge entered the room.

The the trial was long. The prosecutor and the defense lawyer were taking their arguments and the evidence, trying to use whatever they could to make sure that the judge saw their point of view, that Weong-Bin was a violent abuser, or that he was a man with a temper who needed counseling, not jail time. As you listened, Taehyung sat at your side, his hand gripping yours tightly, hoping that he could silently help keep you calm when he knew you needed it the most. You couldn’t help yourself from staring at Weong-Bin from time to time, eyes diverting to him to see if he would have any type of reaction to mentions of physical evidence such as photos of bruises, documentation of police visits to the house over the years, and of course, the testimony of those who knew Weong-Bin and yourself. Every person that testified against Weong-Bin, his lawyer had something to say to them. Jimin was first.

“I saw him have my co-worker, Jung Hoseok, pinned against the wall of my dance studio. He was yelling his face and threatening for him to end the relationship with his ex-wife.”

“Then where’s the video footage of this alleged altercation?” The lawyer asked. “You must have had video footage of this if you’re making a claim so bold. Threatening is serious.” Jimin frowned, eyes falling into his lap.

“I did keep the footage for something like this. But my dance studio and all the footage burned down a few nights ago.” The lawyer let out what he tried to pass off as a sympathetic sigh.

“I’m sorry that happened, Mr. Park. However, without evidence, is there any other way you can prove this event occurred? How do we know you’re not making something up to protect your friends?”

“…Because I’m not?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. The lawyer nodded.

“That’s not good enough, Mr. Park.” His lawyer said as he returned to his seat, and Jimin was excused.

Jungkook was up next. The kid sat straight up on the witness stand, hands clasped together as he tried to look at professional and stoic as he could.

“I would always see that he kept calling her phone at work. When she wouldn’t answer, there were a few times he would show up outside the building.” He explained. “I would try to stay and make sure she was alright because I had a funny feeling about him, but she never let me.”

“A funny feeling?” The lawyer asked. “Well if she sent you away, she must not have needed you. She must have…felt safe.”

“I guess…” he said, tilting his head. “But still-.”

“So, is it possible you were blowing these feelings out of proportion because you…felt some type of way of Miss. Cho yourself?” Jungkook’s ears turned a bright red, and the lawyer chuckled.

“I guess so. But I know what I saw and she always looked uncomfortable when he would bother her all the time.” The lawyer nodded.

“Maybe in your rose-tinted glasses, she did. But you can’t even know how she really feels unless she tells you herself. Evidence A and B, of the records of the calls and him outside the work building during her shifts, only show he was trying to contact her about something, and she kept hanging up. There’s really no conversation for us to determine why he was calling her in the first place.”

“But-.”

“That’s all. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” You watched Jungkook get up off the stand, guilt written all over his face. When he sat down behind you, you quickly turned and lifted your hand out, patting his shoulder as Jin rubbed his back supportively.

“Sorry, Noona…” he said. “He twisted my words.”

“You did fine.” You whispered softly. “Okay?”

When Taehyung and your parents testified about the bruises and the decrease in your behavior since entering the relationship, the lawyer was sure to mention that they never once called these suspicions into the authorities, probably due to lack of evidence. This lawyer was good at twisting the words of others to suit the needs of his client. It was his job, but that didn’t make him just as slimy as the people he worked for. Watching your friends take the stand in your defense only to be pissed off and intimidated by this man, it made you feel as if you were drowning in guilt.

“I don’t like how you’re twisting my words.” Taehyung said simply. “I said I never called the authorities because my sister always told me there was nothing wrong.”

“…So, you just confessed that she even identified as nothing ever being wrong?” The lawyer asked.

“She was lying.” Taehyung hissed. The lawyer smirked.

“I see… Thank you, Mr. Kim.” He said, walking back to his seat. Taehyung grimaced as he was excused, returning to his seat.

“I’m sorry…” he said softly, looking at you. You quickly shook your head, lifting a hand up to pat his curly black head of hair. He sighed, crossing his arms. Finally, the prosecutor stood up.

“Our the last witness is Miss. Cho herself.” She said. You felt all hands of friends around you pat your back supportively as you stood up, smoothing out your skirt as you slowly made your way towards the witness stand to sit down. The view from this angle of the courtroom was much different. You saw everyone’s faces, staring directly at you as they waited to hear what you were going to say. Jin and Jungkook did as they promised, offering kind smiles from their seats for you to turn to if nerves got the best of you. Taehyung was gripping your mother’s hand tightly, and she was clinging to her husband. Weong-Bin, he stood with a completely still face, but as he had most of the trial. He didn’t even look at you, he just stared straight ahead.

When the prosecutor approached you, she asked you all the same questions that she had during your times practicing. You answered with the truth. Weong-Bin’s abuse was gradual at first, at first mean words and comments that you would simply brush off, yet they would linger in your mind until you change yourself the way Weong-Bin wanted. Once you were in his clutches with a baby, the physical assaults would happen when you did something he didn’t like. Cooked the wrong dinner? He would hit you across the face. Come home late? He would hit you. If Min Ja wasn’t wearing a cut enough outfit to a party or get together, he would hit you. When you wanted a job!? That was the first time he hit you more than once in a row. When you got that job, and kept it even though the second pregnancy? The first time he kicked you. After that, the abuse got worse and worse, on top of all the evidence of his infidelity leading up to the divorce. And of course, even after the divorce, his hands were sure to remain on you. You never told anyone, because you thought it was always a one-shot thing. You thought it was something you had deserved because he molded you to think that way. Plus, none of these left scars, so maybe it really wasn’t what people claimed they were seeing. For the longest time, it wasn’t abused for you.

It was normal behavior.

You felt your heartbeat slow just a bit as the prosecutor thanked you and took her seat. That was only for a moment though, because it picked right back up again when you heard a chair push back, and footsteps approach you. Looking up, you saw Weong-Bin’s lawyer with his arms at his sides.

“Before you said that you were going through a tough time when Weong-Bin and you first entered a relationship. Is that true?”

“Yeah. When we first got back together, he helped make me feel better.” You said. The lawyer nodded, rubbing his chin. You took a shaky breath.

“…Are you a liar, Miss. Cho?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“A…a liar?” You asked curiously.

“Before, your step-brother said that you lied to him about the abuse you claim you were facing at the hands of my client.”

“I was scared. He was financially supporting us and I had two kids. I regret lying, but I did at the time.”

“Is there anything else you have lied about regarding your family or my client?” He asked curiously. You blinked.

“…No?” you asked curiously.

“Really?” he asked. You watched him walk back over to his table and pull out a piece of paper. “Your Honor, I’d like to submit evidence 14A to the court.” You watched him pull out a small packet of papers. “Detailing the miscarriage Miss. Cho experienced approximately 7 years ago, right before reentering a relationship with my client.” Your eyes widened, and it felt as if your heartbeat now completely stopped. Whispers were heard in the courtroom, and your eyes immediately lifted to see the reaction of your family. They were stunned and turned to each other. You couldn’t hear them, but it seemed they were asking one another if they had previously known, but of course, all three of them shook their heads. Your vision of them blurred just slightly because tears were welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t even look at Jin or Jungkook, worried they would no longer have expressions of support on their faces for you. The prosecutor looked stunned as well, sitting back in her seat as she tried to process this new information. The lawyer looked at you, seeing the now distraught state you were in. “Miss. Cho never disclosed about her alleged abuse, much like she didn’t even disclose about her miscarriage to her family. The father, Jung Hoseok, her current boyfriend, didn’t even know about it. Miss. Cho is a liar. She was a liar then, in fear of being shunned as an unwed mother, and she is lying now in hopes of defaming my client, who, at the time of her miscarriage, was the only one who knew and still treated her with only kindness. Isn’t that true, Miss. Cho?”

“Stop.” You begged, covering your mouth.

“Answer the question, Miss. Cho.” He snapped. “My client is at risk of imprisonment for your overexaggerated lies. If you couldn’t even convey a miscarriage to your family, what would stop you from creating abuse allegations towards your ex-husband? My evidence showed he paid his child support on time, took excellent care of his girls when they were in his care, and attended every needed school meeting, dance recital, anything, still in their lives. My client simply wants to clear up any misinformation spread about him by his ex-wife, and wants to understand what he did to deserve it.” He looked back at you. “Well, Miss. Cho?”

“He said it was my fault that baby died, you called that kind!?” You snapped, your face beat red and soaking wet. “Yes, he was nice to me at first. Once I started dating him again, he began saying ‘It’s your fault it died,’ ‘You should’ve listened to me and aborted it,’ and other horrible stuff. I never told anyone because he manipulated me into silence. You had no right to bring that up here!”

“Of course, I did.” He said. “I did my work, got all the warrants, and all the testimony from the doctors who dealt with the miscarriage. It proves my point, that you’re a liar and a manipulator that only wants to defame my client. What’s your reasoning?”

“He’s a bastard!” You sobbed. “I can’t tell you the hell I went through married to him and even after I filed for divorce and got my kids out of that stupid house. I can’t tell you how awful my life was, has been, and always will be because of what he did to me. My boyfriend is in the hospital now, and I bet you Weong-Bin is thrilled about it!” The lawyer walked up to the little witness stand you were on, and slammed his hand against the table, making you jump as you tried to wipe your eyes.

“I have already acknowledged my client is not a fan of your boyfriend so maybe you’re right. But even if that were true, that would still make my client more honest then you are.” He said simply.

“That’s enough!” The prosecutor shouted. “This is harassment, Your Honor!” With that done, the lawyer stepped back.

“I’m done. Thank you, Miss. Cho.” He said simply, before walking back to his table. The room was silent after that, other than you trying to muffle your sobs behind your hands. Finally, the prosecutor sighed.

“May we have a brief recess?” she asked. The judge nodded.

“Yes. I want both of you in my chambers. Now. We will reconvene after 10 minutes while I review this new evidence.” With the slam of his gavel, you shot up from your seat. Taking hold of your purse, you made a beeline out of the courtroom.

“Noona!” Taehyung shouted, jumping up out of his seat. “Wait!” He was quick to follow after you, your parents not to far behind. Jungkook, Jin, and Jimin all shared absolutely stunned looked, while Yoongi and Namjoon were already up and out of the room, both of them frantically using their phones to contact Hoseok at the hospital.

“HEY!” Taehyung shouted, trying to maneuver through people in hopes of getting to you. He saw you at the elevator, frantically pushing the button as if that would make it come quicker. “Noona! Hey!” Just as the doors opened, he grabbed hold of you. You were quick to shake him off.

“Please, leave me alone. I want to go home.” You begged, stepping into the elevator and slamming your finger on the button to the first floor. When Taehyung tried to follow, you immediately pushed him out. “Don’t! God, please!”

“Noona-.”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way, I swear.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. Taehyung once again tried to follow you in, but the doors closed, separating the two of you as you began to descend to the first floor. Taehyung’s fist slammed at the door.

“Noona! Noona, wait!” He groaned in annoyance, turning to see his parent’s approach. “Damn it. I’ll catch her.” With that, he raced towards the stairs, using all of his strength and stamina to meet you at the bottom.

When the bell dinged for your stop, you flew off the elevator and hurried out of the courtroom. You heard Taehyung shouting for you as soon as you exited the front doors, but you didn’t care. Looking around, you made your way down the steps of the courthouse, trying to see if there was a taxi or something nearby. Luckily, one was at the end of the street, and you hurried over to it. Taehyung was your transportation here, so other than him, you had no way of getting home without asking someone who would bring up today’s events. You didn’t want that. You couldn’t handle it.

When you reached the taxi, frantic hands slammed on the window until the man driving rolled it down. He noticed your distressed demeanor, and his eyes widened.

“Miss, what’s-?” Before he got to finish, you opened the back door and jumped in. When he turned to face you, you simply wiped your eyes and gave him the address through shaky tears. “Okay, okay.” He said, turning on the cab. As he pulled onto the street, he saw Taehyung race onto the street, looking around frantically. “Woah. Isn’t that Kim Taehyung, the model?” he asked, mostly to himself. You sniffled. “Wonder who he’s looking for.”

“It’s me. Please drive.” You begged again, whimpering as you covered your face. The man hummed, finally driving off. He saw Taehyung look in their direction, but just miss them as the cab driver drove off into the traffic of Seoul’s streets.

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“How are we doing on the prints of that lighter fluid found on the scene?” Myung-Dae asked, looking at his squad who was in charge of the case. The group looked up, sifting through papers and pictures of the scene from camera footage as well as suspects they had so far. “And what’s going on with those phone records?”

“I called the prison. Apparently, Weong-Bin made a lot of phone calls so they’re making sure that they get everything complied accurately.” Chun-Hei explained.

“Well, tell them to hurry up or something. We need to know now.” Myung-Dae huffed. Chun-Hei nodded as she hurried to her desk, picking up the phone. “I wonder how it’s going at the courthouse.”

“Apparently, Weong-Bin’s defense attorney exposed a hidden miscarriage Miss. Cho had been concealing for years.” One of the other detectives said. Myung-Dae’s eyes widened. “She ran out of the courtroom in a panic.” She motioned to the activity going on over social media over it, from some others who were in the audience. Myung-Dae walked over to her, taking her phone to get a better look. “Since her brother’s a popular model, apparently a few fans gathered around the courtroom. He rushed out after her.”

“…I need to call her.” He said, handing the phone back to his detective as he hurried to grab his own cell phone. “If anything comes up with evidence, let me know.” His team called out in understanding as they got back to work. Myung-Dae hurried out of the precinct. “Unbelievable. She didn’t need this to happen.” He muttered to himself as he waited for her to answer.

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While Myung-Dae was trying to call, you ignored each and every one. When the taxi got to Taehyung’s house, you tossed him a bill that might have been way more than you owed, but you weren’t in the mood to find exact change. You had stopped hysterical crying on the car ride, instead just whimpering and sniffling as you thought back to what had just happened.

You’re a liar, aren’t you? How do we know you’re not lying about the abuse, too?

Just thinking that a person could even try and pass that off as possible, it made you sick. As you got out of the car, you heard his voice.

“Be safe, Miss. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I hope it works out.” He said. You turned to him, wiping your eyes. Your nod of understanding and thanks made him smile before he drove off down the road. You sniffled, looking down at your phone to see Myung-Dae’s name. Turning it off, you hurried into the house.

“Mommy’s home!” Min Ja shouted, grinning. You saw Yuna look up from the TV, where Frozen was playing. As your daughter approached you, she stopped. “Mommy? Where you crying?” She asked. You sniffled, putting a hand on her head gently.

“Yuna…can you just stay a while longer?” you asked softly. Yuna blinked.

“Of course…” she said. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her gaze following you as you hurried into your bedroom.

“What’s wrong with Mommy, Yuna?” Min Ja asked curiously. Yuna smiled.

“It’s been a long day, I’m sure.” She said. “Let’s just let her rest and watch the movie, okay?” As she un-paused the movie, she looked to the bedroom, seeing the door close and hearing it lock.

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“Ugh. She isn’t answering.” Myung-Dae huffed, deciding to give up after 6 missed calls. “She must be absolutely embarrassed and destroyed.” As he finally decided to head back inside, he saw his staff scrambling around the table. “What’s going on?”

“Boss! We just got all of the evidence in. Come look at this!” As Myung-Dae hurried over, he saw the small SD Card that held all of Weong-Bin’s phone conversations, a list of those phone conversation lengths as well as the numbers that they went with. Well, only one number, each time. The prints were also there, providing a name and face, as well as basic information on whoever was holding the lighter, which they found at the apartment and at the dance studio.

“…See if this phone number belongs to the owner of the prints. Now.” Myung-Dae said, as his group scrambled away to their computers. Myung-Dae sat down, picking up the paper on the individual, a smirk on his face. “We got you, you little prick.” He hissed, tossing the paper back onto the table.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 24 - Finding Normality

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.8k words

Chapter 24: Finding Normality

“Alright, we’re here to discuss the charges for Mr. Cho Weong-Bin.” said a judge, sitting up in his seat as he looked at the people in front of him. Weong-Bin, who was exhausted after a day of interrogation as well as being detained overnight, was standing beside the lawyer he had hired, a tall, skinny, older man with glasses and his hair slicked back. He was dressed in a suit that screamed ‘I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve been alive’. Weong-Bin had connections in his work, people who he befriended who kept trying to preach that he would never hurt his wife, that this was all a misunderstanding. However, despite their encouraging words, he was still stuck in court, waiting to see if he would be detained or not until his trial really began. As he stood there, listening to his charges as they were read out, his eyes wandered around the room, falling on you. You stood in the back of the room; your purse clutched tightly in your hands. He had seen you outside as he was being brought in, sitting with your family, who were keeping the girls entertained. They had no desire to be in there, but you made it absolutely clear that you wanted to see every single moment of this, from beginning to end. “I am understanding he’s brought to trial for assault of his ex-wife?”

“Correct.” Said the prosecutor, the stoic and sturdy woman who was helping you win. She and the police had been working diligently to make sure everything was and will be submitted on time to ensure that Weong-Bin would be unable for release from detention until the end of the trial, but they assured that wouldn’t happen, with the evidence that they had. “We want to make sure that not only is he detained until proven guilty, but that he has no contact at all with his ex-wife, their two young daughters, or any member of her family as well.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.” Weong-Bin’s lawyer said with a scoff. “This is all a misunderstanding and we plan to prove that.” The judge let out a deep sigh as he looked down at the records.

“Well the safety of Miss. Cho and his girls are my top priority. So, Mr. Cho will remain in detention throughout the trial unless he can make a 6 million won (500K USD) bail. If he does, he is unable to go within 500 feet of his ex-wife, their children, or any of her family members, nor have any technological contact with them. If he goes against these rules, he will remain in prison until his trial.”

“But-.” Weong-Bin said.

“Enough, be thankful I’m being that polite about it.” The judge said. With a smack of his gavel, the man stood up and excused himself. Weong-Bin turned around to see you still standing there, as the prosecutor approached you. While she was speaking to you, your eyes wandered towards Weong-Bin, who looked annoyed as he said goodbye to his lawyer and was escorted out of the room by one of the police officers. As he walked out, he made sure his eyes remained on you for as long as they could, as if he was attempting to burn his gaze into your soul forever. He knew it was working, as he saw you shrink back and turn towards the door with the prosecutor following close behind.

It had been a few days between being in court and when you had to take the girls to talk to the cops, and really set this entire event into motion. With Weong-Bin being in prison, you were unsure if he would be able to make his bail. He had a good job and his family was pretty well off, so you wouldn’t’ be surprised. Even with the rule of no contact, you were still uneasy at there even being a possibility he could be released. All you could think about was the interview Min Ja had with the female cop and a child psychologist a few days ago. It kept playing back in your mind, over and over.

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“Alright, Min Ja-.” The kindly cop said, smiling as she sat across from the girl. She had already revealed her name was Seo-Yeon to the little girl and introduced the doctor as Mrs. Geum. She looked at them after just seeing you and Hoseok take Hyo Bin out of the room. “We need to have a little talk, okay?”

“…Am I in trouble?” she asked curiously.

“No, of course not.” Mrs. Geum said gently. “We just want to talk to you about your Mom and Dad.” Min Ja set down the doll in her hands. “Can you do that?”

“Do you mean the fighting?” She asked curiously.

“What about the fighting?” Mrs. Geum asked.

“They yell at each other all the time, even when Daddy lived in our house. I don’t really know what they yell about, but it’s really loud…”

“Does it scares you?” Mrs. Geum asked. Min Ja nodded. “I’m sure it does. What do you do when they start to fight?”

“Uhm…well I make sure Hyo Bin can’t hear it because she cries at loud noises. Sometimes I hide under my covers or in my closet…”

“…Have you ever seen your Mommy or Daddy use their hands to hurt each other?” Min Ja looked down at the doll, holding it tightly in her hands. “…Min Ja?”

“A few times…Daddy is the one that hits Mommy…”

“…And what does Mommy do?”

“She yells and tries to stay away from him, but he keeps trying to hurt her…” Mrs. Geum nodded. “Why does he do that?”

“Well, that’s something only your Dad can tell us…” Mrs. Geum said. “Has he ever hit you, or Hyo Bin?”

“No.” Min Ja’s eyes widened. “He doesn’t hit us.”

“…Does he do anything else that makes you sad?” She asked curiously. Min Ja pursed her lips together. There was a soft moment of silence, but Mrs. Geum and Seo-Yeon waited patiently. Finally, Min Ja began to explain everything to the police as best as she could. She mentioned everything she was told about Hoseok, how he couldn’t stay in the house because her father was trying to come back into their lives, how he got upset when she said Hoseok was nice, and how all of that made her head hurt.

“Even when Daddy said he fixed all his mistakes, he still made Mommy cry…” she said softly.

“I see…” Mrs. Geum smiled happily as she set down her notepad. “Min Ja, you were very helpful today. You’re a very smart little lady.” Min Ja looked up.

“Do you have to talk to my sister too?” She asked. Mrs. Geum nodded. “Well, I make sure she doesn’t hear the bad scary stuff because it makes her sad.”

“Well then you’re a really good big sister, Min Ja.” She smiled. Min Ja’s eyes sparkled a bit, and she nodded happily. “Okay, you’re all done, sweetie, you can go outside to your Mom.” Min Ja got up, politely nodding her head just like her mother taught her as she headed out of the room.

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Upon returning home from the courthouse, your family piled into your little apartment, the once quiet air immediately filling up with bustling commotion.

“Why don’t we help you unpack some more, Hoseok?” Your mother asked, turning happily to him as he set Hyo Bin down on the floor. Not only was this entire trial going on, but Hoseok had officially begun bringing stuff from his own apartment into yours, boxes, and bags of clothes, objects, even some furniture. It left the house looking cluttered, while was only adding to the anxieties piling up on you.

“What? Oh no, you don’t have you, that’s all you’ve been doing since you arrived.” He said quickly, waving his arms.

“But I’m sure this clutter is doing nothing to calm your nerves.” She huffed, walking towards a stack of a few boxes. “It’ll make me happy~.” Hoseok sighed softly, chuckling.

“Let’s at least figure out what we’re doing for dinner first.” Taehyung said. He watched as you made your way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a drink. He could see that you were not focused on the conversations going on inside your apartment whatsoever. He called your name as you closed the fridge door, but didn’t get a response. So, he called it again. And again. And again. Finally, your mother shouted your name out, loud enough to finally make you turn your head.

“Your brother is calling you.” She said.

“O-oh uh... Sorry, did you guys want something to drink? Hobi, Sprite?” you glanced over to Hoseok, who glanced up at you at the call of his name. He, like Taehyung could see that offering your guests drinks was not the first thing on your mind. He walked over to you, reopening the fridge and pulling out a Sprite.

“I’ve got it.” He smiled. “Why don’t you go rest? You’ve had a long day.” You chuckled.

“I’m not going to go nap when I have guests.”

“Well I live here now, too. So technically they’re my guests.” He corrected, reaching back into the fridge. He pulled out a few more drinks, turning around and tossing one in Taehyung’s direction. “Go on, rest up. We’ll do some unpacking then get dinner. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Hobi…”

“Go on, you’re wasting precious time that you could be sleeping, all cute in bed.” He teased, taking your hand. He led you into the bedroom. “Go, go, go. We’ll all be here when you wake up.” He smiled.

“Yeah, go rest, honey! We’ll watch the girls for you.” Your mother said happily.

“…Alright…” you said softly, finally walking into your room and closing the door behind you. Everyone in the living room took this time to share glanced with each other unsure of what they should say now that you were finally out of the room.

“Poor thing.” Your mother sighed softly. “I don’t know what to do to help her.”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Taehyung said simply, watching as Hyo Bin hurried towards him, reaching her arms up in his direction. He quickly scooped her up and held her tightly in his lap. “We just have to help her through until it’s all over.”

“…When did you become so smart?” Your mother sighed softly, putting her head in her hands. Taehyung chuckled. “But you’re right, we can only do so much. Oooh, I knew that piece of garbage was trouble. I can’t believe this.”

“Well standing around isn’t going to change anything. Let’s figure out what to do for dinner.” Your step-father said, rubbing his wife’s back. She nodded, turning back to Hoseok. “Now, time to unpack.” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh.

“You really don’t have to do that; I assure you I can handle it later.” He tried to stop them, but they were adamant about lending a helping hand in getting some of the boxes opened and some of the stuff organized. Hoseok watched your mother walk to one of his luggage, asking to open it and start a load of laundry. After finally realizing he couldn’t stop them, he let out a deep sigh and finally allowed her to do so, much to her delight. He turned towards the bedroom, trying to picture you curled up under the covers and sleeping comfortably. When he heard nothing coming from the room, it put him slightly at ease. You needed a good nap.

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That evening, you all found a really nice meal at a local Italian restaurant, which was a bit expensive, but Taehyung took the bill with his recent magazine shoot doing really well. He wanted to try and take your mind off everything that was going on, and based on the faces you made as you swallowed up the chicken parmesan, he could tell that it was working. The dinner was a nice change of pace, something that got everyone out and enjoying themselves instead of worrying about the prick who was sitting in detention a few miles away.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Taehyung said, turning to you as you exited the restaurant. Hobi and your parents were ahead of you with the girls, both of whom were chattering on and on. “Did that nap help?”

“I guess so…” you said softly. You watched as Hoseok lifted Min Ja up in his arms, as she pointed up to the lights that lit up the street all around the restaurant. “I just can’t wait for this to be over.”

“I know.” Taehyung sighed, pulling you into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay, he won’t be able to hurt you anymore. And if he makes bail and tries, I’ll just kill him.” You chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, then you’ll be taking his place behind bars. I don’t want that.” Taehyung chuckled. He watched as Min Ja continued to take all of Hoseok’s attention, motioning to different things that she saw in the bustling Seoul streets.

“I guess I don’t really have to spend so much energy worrying about you anymore.” He said, making you glance up.

“What, you’re finally going to stop worrying yourself into a coma?”

“Well, no.” Taehyung sighed. “But well…” he motioned to Hoseok. “You have Hoseok-Hyung worrying about you now. I did my part, I guess.” You chuckled, feeling the hug Taehyung had you in tighten. “It’ll be weird not having to rush over to you all the time when there’s a problem.” He pouted. “I won’t like it, tell me I can still worry about you, Noona.”

“No.” you scoffed, looking up at him. He whined, his pout remaining on his face. “Take all that worry you have for your Noona and go find another girl to worry about.”

“But-.”

“Nope. You’re not allowed to argue with me. It’s like you said, I have someone else worrying about me now, you’ve done your part.” Taehyung sighed, and you offered him a tight squeeze. “Don’t worry about it.” You said, patting his shoulder.

“Mommy!” You heard Min Ja shout, making you both glanced over. “Mommy, Mr. Hobi said we can get ice cream!”

“Hobi.” You pouted. “What-.”

“I want ice cream.” Hoseok shrugged.

“My treat.” Your step-father said.

“Alright, fine…” you said softly. You pulled back from your hug and headed back over to them, Min Ja grabbing your hand as soon as she was placed back onto the sidewalk. “Come on, Tae.” You said to him. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets as he followed you.

At the ice cream shop, you knelt down at your children’s level, pointing out some of the different flavors that they saw. Your mother and step-father were at the counter, already placing their orders with the sweet teenager at the counter. Taehyung watched as Hoseok stood beside you, hands in his pockets as he watched you help your kids pick out a flavor that they wanted. He walked up to Hoseok, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hm?” Hoseok looked over.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked curiously. Hoseok glanced over to you, seeing you meet their gaze. Hoseok glanced back over and smiled.

“Sure.” He said happily. He looked at you really quick. “I’ll be right back; just order my-.” Just as he was about to ask for some Rocky Road, he saw you standing up and putting in that exact order with the worker. “Awww, you already knew.” He said, and you looked at him.

“…This is for me.” You said. Hoseok blinked, eyes falling to the now empty container of rocky road, that the woman pulled out of the display case.

“…Aaaaah, so mean.” He pouted, but only receive a giggle as some form of sympathy. “I’ll be right back. Order me something else, you pick.” You nodded, watching the two of them walk out of the parlor together. As the boys stepped into the cool air, people shuffling past along the sidewalk, having their own side conversations, giggling and chatting as they walked past the duo in every direction. “Man, I can’t believe that she did that right in front of me….” He mumbled sadly. When he didn’t hear a response from Taehyung, he glanced up and saw the boy was looking directly at him. “Is everything alright, Taehyung?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” He said, putting his hands behind his head. He looked at the scenery around him, humming. “I just…you need to promise me something.”

“…Okay.” Hoseok chuckled.

“I maybe a year younger than my sister, but I’ve looked out for her since our parents got married. I didn’t want my father to remarry someone after my mom passed away. I was a little brat for the longest time, even afterward. But she still went out of her way to treat me well and make sure that our family was happy together.” He said. “She’s stubborn, and that makes her kind of stupid sometimes. So, I’ve always tried to look out for her, even when she dated you in college. I just didn’t want to ever see her hurt, because she made sure I never was.” He chuckled. “When all of this happened with Weong-Bin trying to get back into their lives, I couldn’t help but be infuriated, but I knew it wasn’t helping her.” Hoseok nodded.

“I’m sure she knows you mean well.” He said simply.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “But it’s been over a decade that I’ve been the guy looking out for her.” Feeling a bit anxious, he ran a hand through his hair. “I know that, well, that’s not my role anymore.” He looked at him. “When Weong-Bin and her started dating, I made it clear I wasn’t going to let just anybody take my sister.”

“I know, you said the same thing to me.” Hoseok chuckled.

“Yeah.” Taehyung nodded. “The day before they got married, Weong-Bin asked me again if I was ready to let her go, and let him protect her.” Taehyung’s eyes darted to the side a bit as he pursed his lips. That day continued to play in his head all of the time.

“Come on, Little Bro-.” Weong-Bin hummed, resting against the wall of the living room. You were inside making the three of you some tea, and Taehyung had stopped by to bring you some of the final boxes from the house to complete your move into Weong-Bin’s house. He had kind of wished he had waited.

“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung sneered. Weong-Bin rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Taehyung.” He walked over to him. “I know how much you care about your sister. We’re on the same page, I care about her too. But she’s going to be my wife tomorrow.” Taehyung could remember the smirk that formed on Weong-Bin’s face at that moment. “Don’t you think it’s time that you stop playing the protective little brother and let someone else take care of her for a change?”

“What?” Taehyung asked, standing up.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been taking care of her for the past few years, and that’s great. But, as her husband, it’ll be my job to protect her. There’s no longer any room for you in that role.” He stepped closer to Taehyung, who crossed his arms. “So, what do you say? Do you finally feel ready to let your Noona go to someone more…hm…capable?” Taehyung tried hard to restrain himself from knocking Weong-Bin’s lights out at that moment. He was still making a name for himself at that moment, and Weong-Bin knew that stopped him from doing anything drastic in fear of penalty. But that was just physical violence.

“What happened?” Hoseok finally asked, drawing Taehyung back from the memory.

“Hm? Oh, well I told Weong-Bin to go fuck himself and he punched me in the face.” Taehyung said simply, placing his hand on his cheek as if the punch had just been inflicted. “Hurt like a son of a bitch, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make it very clear I had no intention of letting him of all people protect her. I knew he would do a crummy job of it, and I was right.” Hoseok nodded. “I keep thinking about if it was you instead of him that married her. Things would be so much different.”

“Well I wouldn’t have punched you.” Hoseok said. Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Yeah I know. But…I wouldn’t have said what I said to you, either.” Taehyung glanced at Hoseok. “If you’re the one that promises to protect her, then I have no reason to worry….” Hoseok chuckled.

“Are you passing the torch to me?” he asked curiously.

“…Mhm…” Taehyung said. “Reluctantly, I admit.” Both of them shared a smile. “But…you need to promise me, no matter what, that you’ll protect her, but it has to be a promise that you can’t ever break. No matter what.” Hoseok looked at him, seeing in Taehyung’s eyes the same seriousness and intensity that he saw 7 years ago when he met an 18-year-old Taehyung, one who had told him almost the same thing back then, back when Hoseok thought he would be the one who walked you down the aisle first. Hoseok couldn’t help but nod.

“Of course. I never planned to do anything different.” Taehyung let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know, I know that.” He said. “I just had to make sure. With everything going on, I told her I would back off because she has you now. But…I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page.”

“We are.” Hoseok said. “I promise, I have no other intention in life but to love her for as long as she’ll let me.” Taehyung nodded, smiling.

“Thank you, Hyung.” He said, nodding his head a bit. Hoseok patted the younger boy’s shoulder, nodded.

“Let’s go inside before they eat all our ice cream. She’s done it before.” Taehyung laughed as he followed Hoseok inside.

“She used to do it to me all the time, then leave the empty carton in the freezer for me to find.” He pouted, and Hoseok began to laugh.

You watched the boys enter the parlor again. Min Ja and Hyo Bin were now sharing a cup of ice cream, their faces messy as they dug their spoons into the cold a delicious treat. Your mother was trying to clean them up, but they were not having it, they were too busy eating!

“Welcome back.” You motioned to their ice cream, set on the table waiting patiently to be eaten. As the boys took a seat, you smiled. “Are you guys done talking about me?”

“Who said we were talking about you?” Taehyung asked, sitting down and beginning to eat. “We have other things in common than you.” He grinned as he put a scoop of ice cream in his mouth. “Don’t inflate your own ego.” You laughed a bit.

“Okay, fair.” You said, looking to Min Ja. She looked up to you, then to her Uncle and Hobi.

“We got chocolate chip.” She beamed.

“Me too~.” Hobi smiled happily. “I was going to get Rock Road, but they’re out.” He pouted, and Min Ja giggled as his little childish tantrum. You chuckled. “Well, not out, but I was betrayed by someone who I thought loved me-.” His eyes fell to your ice cream cup, consisting of Rocky Road and rainbow sprinkles.

“Oh yeah, it’s my fault you stocked my freezer with Rocky Road and got me hooked, isn’t it?” You huffed, putting your spoon to his mouth. “There. Take some.” Hoseok chuckled as he leaned forward and took the bite. You smiled a bit. “There. Satisfied?” You asked. Hobi hummed and smiled, tilting his head in excitement as he ate the bite of ice cream. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched him. Taehyung watched you both, seeing the wide smile forming on your face as Hoseok leaned forward, begging for another bite. “What? No, no.”

“Please?” He begged.

“You have your own ice cream!” You laughed a bit. Taehyung chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Mommy, me too!” Min Ja begged, still trying to pull away from your mother’s attempts to clean her face. “I want some too!”

“Min Ja, let me finish cleaning you.” Your mother gasped.

“Mom, quit while you’re ahead.” You begged. Min Ja smiled as you held the spoon out to her, allowing her to reach out and take a bite. As she allowed the cold treat to tickle her taste buds, her eyes lit up. “I like that, it’s yummy.”

“Isn’t it?” Mr. Hobi beamed. “You’re such a smart little girl, Min Ja.” he cooed, making Min Ja giggle. Quickly, she took your cup and spoon, making your eyes widen.

“What- Min Ja! Give that back!” You gasped. She took another spoonful, a smaller one, and held it out to Hyo Bin.

“Try some, Hyo Bin.” She said. The little one reached out from her seat, opening her mouth just enough to take some of it into her mouth. She blinked, swallowing it. Almost immediately, her nose scrunched up, a confused look etched on her face. “You don’t like it?”

“…No,” she said softly. You chuckled, reaching over and taking your ice cream back.

“You girls eat the ice cream grandma and grandpa bought you instead of stealing mine.” You said, and Min Ja pouted a bit. “Go on. Before it melts.” Min Ja nodded and continued to eat with her sister. Finally, you were able to start eating your own ice cream.

“That was yummy!” Min Ja grinned, taking hold of her grandmother’s hand as the group of you exited the parlor. “Bye-Bye, Ice Cream Lady! Thank you!” She shouted, waving behind her. The workers smiled as they waved back.

“Alright, time to go home and take a bath.” You said to the girls, and once again were filled with their whines and begs not to. “You mean to tell me you two sticky rug rats don’t need to be cleaned? I doubt that.” You scooped them both up in your arms. “Oh, jeez-.” You groaned, finding the task a lot harder than usual. “When did both of you get so big?”

“I’m a big girl now, I don’t need to be picked up all the time anymore. Hyo Bin does, though.” Min Ja pointed out, pointing to the toddler who was curling up in your arm already, all the food finally beginning to make her sleepy. “See? She still gets sleepy from food. I-.” Min Ja stopped, covering her mouth to yawn. “I don’t.”

“Right.” You sighed, turning back to your parents and Taehyung. “Do you need to come back to the house for anything?”

“No, we can just catch the train from here to Taehyung’s house~.” Your step-father grinned, hitting his son on the back. Taehyung blinked.

“…Who said you were staying with me?”

“Well we can’t stay with your sister, can we? Her house is already filled to the brim. Besides, all our stuff is at your house. Your house has a spare room, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but-.”

“What? Is there a girl you’re hiding from us or something?”

“NO!” You saw your brother’s ears turn red.

“Then it’s settled!” Your mother turned to you again. Taehyung did too.

“Noonaaaaaa-.” He begged, walking up to you. “Don’t do this to me, they snore.” You sighed, nodding.

“I’m doing this to you because they snore.” You said, and Hoseok began to laugh. Taehyung groaned, giving in as his father came and gave him yet another supportive pat on the back. Finally, the group of you said your goodbyes, with the promise to see each other tomorrow. The girls yawned as they hugged their grandparents and uncle, Hoseok offered to take Min Ja into his own arms as she began to fall asleep. The group of you parted, Taehyung leading your parents to the train while you and Hoseok headed down the block to your apartment. “Well, that was fun.”

“I’m glad. I hope you made you feel a little better.”

“It did.” You said. Hoseok chuckled. He looked over to you as you fixed Hyo Bin as she continued to drift into slumber. He took this chance to take hold of your free hand, interlocking them together. You glanced over at him and smiled, making sure to give it an extra squeeze. “…Hobi, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” He said.

“I want to tell my parents and Tae, about the baby from college… I haven’t yet. With everything going on right now, it’s just another thing that’s been weighing on my shoulders.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Will you…help me?” Hoseok looked at you.

“Of course, I will.” He said gently, lifting your hand up to his lips and giving it a kiss. You smiled, a force pulling you slightly closer to him. “Taehyung just entrusted me to protect you. What kind of man would I be if I let him down already?”

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 28 - Losing All Control

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Disclaimer: Acts of violence are depicted in this chapter. Please read with caution!

Chapter 28 - Losing All Control

“Seokjin? Jungkook?” you hummed, leading your children closer to the front door. The boys that were pacing outside your apartment looked up and grinned.

“It’s about time you arrived!” Jin said. “We’ve been trying to call you for the last 20 minutes.”

“I’m sorry, my brother invited us out to see his shoot and bought us lunch. My phone must’ve been off.” At the mention of lunch, Jin and Jungkook’s shoulders slumped. “What’s wrong?” you asked curiously. It was then that you noticed the bag in Jin’s hands. You also started to notice a…weird smell in the area, one that was starting to make you nauseous. You tried to ignore it, assuming that it was some other family cooking something in another apartment.

“I brought a late lunch for us all to enjoy.” He said, holding it up. “But you already ate….”

“Well, we can always save it for dinner.” You smiled. “Come on in.” You opened the door and led everyone inside. “Make yourselves at home.” You said as the boys began to get comfortable, slipping off their shoes. “Min Ja, do you remember Mr. Jungkook and Mr. Jin?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter, who was slightly hiding both herself and Hyo Bin behind you.

“Uhm…I think so.” She said, glancing up. You knelt down. “Are they your friends? Or Daddy’s friends?” You blinked, glancing at the boys, who were smiling as they stood before you.

“They’re my friends, sweetie. I work with them.” Min Ja looked up.

“You’ve gotten big, Min Ja.” Seokjin said happily. “Lemme ask you something, do you like sweet and sour pork?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Yes!”

“Well, I made a whole bunch of sweet and sour pork and sides for dinner. So, I hope you guys really like it. Will you show me where the kitchen is?” Min Ja took his hand and pointed straight ahead to the room that could be seen from where they were standing.

“It’s there, silly. Can’t you see it?” she asked curiously, and Seokjin and Jungkook laughed. She walked him over to the kitchen, helping him open the fridge and even showing him where he should put the food until later. You stood up, dusting off your pants and scooping Hyo Bin up into your arms.

“Hyo Bin, can you say hi to Mr. Jungkook?”

“Hi, Mr. Jungkook…” she said softly. Jungkook, bunny smile plastered on his face, waved at the little girl.

“Hi, Hyo Bin. I think the last time I saw you; you were just barely walking.”

“I walk really good. I’m a big girl.”

“I can see that~.” As Seokjin returned with Min Ja in tow, you sighed.

“You boys should’ve said you were stopping by at lunch. I would’ve made it a point to come home earlier.”

“But then where’s the fun of a surprise visit?” Seokjin asked. “Besides, as you said, we can have it at dinner.” You sighed, setting Hyo Bin down as Min Ja looked up at the men.

“Do you want to color? Mr. Hobi just bought me a new crayon box. There’s even a sharper on the back!”

“No way.” Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. “I haven’t seen one of those since I was a kid.” Childlike innocence washed over his face. “Can I see?” Min Ja took his hand, leading him into her bedroom with Hyo Bin quickly following behind them, taking Jungkook’s other hand. You sighed.

“How is everything going?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“It’s going fine.” You said. “Weong-Bin hasn’t called me because he’s in prison, but I heard he keeps trying to get a leeway from some of the cops he knows.” Seokjin clicked his tongue in frustration. “But the trials at the end of the month, and I just can’t wait for it to be over.”

“Well, Jungkook and I plan to be there. So, I’m sure seeing this handsome face as you testify will make everything alright in the end. Just look at me when you get too overwhelmed.” Laughing, you shoved Seokjin, who grinned playfully. “I’m just kidding. But we will be there.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t think you want to hear all of this depressing stuff.”

“Well, I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it either. So, the more familiar faces you have in the crowd, the better, right?” he asked. You sighed, smiling happily as you nodded. “Do you have something to drink?” he asked. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen.

For the next few hours, you and Seokjin talked a bit while Jungkook played with the girls. Eventually, you and Seokjin entered the playroom as well. Seokjin joining the circle of chaos. Jungkook was teaching the girls how to play 007, a game that Min Ja was kind of starting to understand, but Hyo Bin had no clue. She kept throwing her hands up after every round, causing Jungkook to howl in laughter. Seokjin lifted her into his lap and took her hands, guiding her hands up as the game progressed.

“AH!” Seokjin shouted, lifting Hyo Bin’s hands up as she too let out a shriek. Jungkook grinned.

“You guys got it! But we need more people to play. That’s when it gets really fun because it can go really fast.”

“I want to play more games!” Min Ja begged, and Hyo Bin nodded. Jungkook rubbed his chin, trying to think of games that he could easily explain to young kids. As you checked the time, you realized that it was almost dinner time.

“How about we start heating up some of that pork, hm?” you asked. As the girls hopped up in their spots, you stood up. “Let me call Hoseok and see what’s going on with him.” You hadn’t heard from him since he had arrived at the studio, but he did warn you he would be busy. Still, it was a few hours ago. As you led everyone into the kitchen, you pulled out your phone and called him.

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“Jin-Tae is acting like the boss all the time! I’m the leader of this dance group but it never feels that way!” Sang-Chol shouted, eyes narrowing.

“Maybe if you weren’t always slacking off and acting like a real leader, I would never have to take the role up. You’re so immature.”

“What?! You wanna fight or something?” Sang-Chol glared.

“By all means! Do you forget that I’m a black belt in judo, dumb ass!”

“Boys!” Hoseok finally shouted, crossing his arms. All five of the dance members looked up. Though this was mostly between Sang-Chol and Ji-Tae, all of them were on edge. “You all have been fighting for hours. You’re going to lose your voices. Thank goodness you’re only a dance group.”

“We wouldn’t be in this funk if Sang-Chol just stopped being so ridiculous, Sir,” Ji-Tae said. “He got mad the other day because we practiced Mal-Chin’s backflips when he went to take his 8th phone break in half an hour.”

“I need to be there for those because I’m the only other one of us that knows how to do backflips well. If you guys tell him, he might break his neck and there goes any chance of winning the next competition!” Hoseok sank to the floor, sprawling out. He was thinking of everything that you were doing today, seeing Taehyung outside in the beautiful sun and eating snacks, before getting a free meal. And here Hoseok was, dealing with stubborn college students. His groan altered the attention of all five boys. “Sir?”

“You boys are going to disband.” He said simply. The boys shared a look. “It’s only a matter of time before-.” Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang. “Hold that thought.” He said, sitting up and reaching over to his bag. He dug around for a moment, eventually pulling out his phone and seeing your face on the screen. “Finally, some much-needed peace…” he sighed, quickly answered. “Hey.”

“Hey. You almost done? Seokjin and Jungkook came by from my job with some dinner. We’re just about to heat it up. Hoseok glanced behind him at the silent boys, but the tension in the room was still as thick as it has been all afternoon.

“I think so. I’ll try to be home soon but just saved me a little bit. I’m still trying to get these boys to stop yelling.”

“Must be pretty serious if you’ve been at it so long.”

“That’s the thing, it’s the most trivial thing ever.” He sighed. “I’ll call you when I’m headed home.”

“Alright.” You said. “Love you. Fighting!” You laughed, hanging up. A small smile graced Hoseok's lips before he set his phone back down in his bag. When he turned back to the boys, they all could tell he had officially had it. His face was showing less of his helpful and cheerful side, and it was now straight, stone-cold. “Alright, guys, my beautiful girlfriend, and lovely future step-daughters are waiting to eat sweet and sour pork with me. This ends now. You need to find common ground.”

“But-.”

“No buts. I know you guys are going through it. I was in a dance group too; I know how it feels. But if you guys can fight for hours on end after all you boys have been through together, then you should just disband now.” The boys shared glances among each other, this time, with eyes filled with guilt instead of anger and annoyance. Hoseok noticed this, and let out a satisfied groan. It wasn’t long before his smile returned to his face. “So, who is going to apologize first?”

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Seokjin was by the stove, heating up the pork a bit in a pan while everyone else sat around the table. You were in the bathroom, while Jungkook was talking to the girls. Min Ja was going on and on about her more recent dance class.

“And then, Mr. Jimin let us all go into the ballet class with the grown-ups and we all got to dance together!”

“Oooo, so cool.” He said to her, smiling. “I bet you did really well.”

“Mr. Jimin says I’m the best in his class.” Her beaming smile makes Jungkook laugh a bit. “And when Hyo Bin turns 4 next year, she’s going to be in Mr. Jimin’s class and I finally get to graduate to the next ballet class!” As they chatted, Seokjin placed all the warm food on the table, side dishes, and all. “Woah.” She beamed. “Can we eat?”

“Sure, enjoy.” He said sweetly. The sound of the bathroom door closing and footstep approaching altered him to look up. “You’re just in time.” He said happily.

“I appreciate you doing all this. I could’ve heated it up.” You hummed, getting closer to the kitchen.

“No worries. I just-.” As he talked, he noticed you stop in your tracks. Your nose scrunched up and your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s that smell?” you asked curiously. Walking closer to the kitchen, you leaned down and looked at the pork and the side dishes surrounding it. Suddenly, the smell hit you right in the face and you felt your stomach do flips. “Oh…” you covered your mouth. Even doing that, the smell slipped between your fingers and into your nose, and you almost coughed. “What on earth?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I…I feel fine. But just…that smells making me want to throw up.” You backed away, covering your mouth and stepping into the living room.

“Maybe you’re getting sick?” Seokjin asked. “Want me to put it away?”

“N-no,” you assured. “You guys eat, and I’ll find something to eat later.” You assured. “You’re right, I might just be under the weather right now. I’ll just…” You coughed again, before excusing yourself back to the bathroom. Seokjin frowned, looking at Jungkook and the girls. Jungkook was concerned as he looked at his Hyung, and Min Ja was watching them too, wondering if they would say anything. Seokjin made his way towards the bathroom, and Jungkook looked at the concerned Min Ja.

“Don’t worry, just eat, okay?” He smiled happily. Min Ja nodded, and the trio continued to stuff their faces.

You weren’t sure what made you so nauseous. Normally you loved sweet and sour pork, and Seokjin was really good at making it. However, for whatever reason, that smell was so strong today that you wanted to vomit. You were currently lying in bed, a glass of water on your bedside from Seokjin before you shooed him out of your room so he could eat. Rolling on your side, you groaned. You felt bad leaving the boys out in the kitchen alone, but Hoseok would thankfully be home soon. That, or they would finish eating and that horrific smell would leave.

Hoseok did arrive home about 30 minutes later. When he walked in, he saw Seokjin and Jungkook cleaning the kitchen while the girls sat in front of the TV. He blinked as he stepped in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, making the boys lookup.

“Hi, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja and Hyo Bin said. He waved to them as he entered the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” he asked curiously. “Where's.”

“For some reason, the pork I brought made her nauseous. So, she’s inside. I was just about to bring her in because I finished cleaning the kitchen, so the smell should be gone.” Seokjin explained.

“Oh. Well, thank you for doing that, Hyung. I’m sorry to make you clean and watch the girls.”

“No worries.” He said happily. Jungkook immediately faced Hoseok and bowed his head a bit.

“I don’t think we’ve really met yet. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” Hoseok blinked, smiling.

“Nice to meet you.” He said, and Jungkook smiled. “Thanks for looking after the girls.” Jungkook nodded, eyes sparkling in happiness, glad he could help. “I’ll go check on her, then.” Hoseok began to head into the bedroom. However, just as he was about to, you were walking out. “Hey. You feeling alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah.” You said simply. After sniffing the air, a bit, you sighed in relief. “That smell is finally gone. I don’t understand what’s wrong with my nose.”

“Do you still feel nauseous?”

“It’s coming and going.” You admitted. Turning to Seokjin and Jungkook, they were heading into the living room. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem. I won’t bring pork next time.” Seokjin laughed. “Something that doesn’t smell, like sushi or something.” You nodded. “But it’s getting late. We should head home. We all have work tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, smiling a bit as you helped them get everything together so they could leave. Jungkook turned to you after saying goodbye to the girls.

“Did Hyung tell you? About the trial?” He asked. You nodded. “Okay. I’m going to sit front row so that you can look right at us when you’re nervous.”

“Jin said the same thing. Thank you, Jungkook~.” You smiled. Everyone said their goodbyes as Jungkook and Seokjin made their exits. Once the door closed, you groaned. “Hungry, Hobi?” you asked, turning to him.

“Starving.” He grinned. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen as he began to tell you all about his afternoon with the boys in the dance troupe.

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“Come on, Officer. I need to make a phone call.” Weong-Bin begged, standing up from his little table. It was lunchtime, and the room was bustling with bitter inmates battling to get their meals first. Weong-Bin was sitting by himself until he got bored. He wanted to call you, or the girls. He wanted to know how they were doing, genuinely. He didn’t give a crap about some order of protection, some ban that forbid him to see his kids?

“No. It’s lunchtime. You can make your call later.” He said simply.

“But Officer Song has let me do it before.”

“Exactly. I’m not Officer Song, now am I?” He asked, glaring at him. Weong-Bin frowned. “When it’s time to do phone calls, be annoying then.”

“But-.” Before he could finish, the cop walked away. Weong-Bin groaned, sitting down angrily in his chair. As he continued to sit there, his mind was racing. He had no contact with you or the girls in days, almost weeks. It was stressing him out not being able to call you whenever he wanted. What were you doing? What were the girls doing? How were the girls doing? He had no idea, and it pissed him off! Even knowing that his plan would be going into effect within a few days, it didn’t help soothe his nerves. He wasn’t sure it if was supposed to, but the point was, it was not. He was so in his own world that he didn’t notice In-Ho walk over and sat down across from him.

“You alright? You look like you’re on edge.” He asked.

“Can you blame me?” Weong-Bin huffed. “I can’t stop thinking about everything.” In-Ho looked around before he continued to speak.

“It’s normal to be nervous. Once this is all over, you’ll feel better.”

“It’s not that,” Weong-Bin said. “I just...what’s going to happen when it’s all over? I…” he groaned. “I’ll still be in here, waiting to be proven innocent. And what if I’m not? She’ll sob and cry and lie and next thing I know, I’m serving a long sentence, I’m out when Hyo Bin is entering college.” He leaned forward, his hands gripping his hair in a bitter rage. “It’ll only be a matter of time before she finds someone else. That douche coworker Seokjin of hers can get real cozy if he wanted. I can’t let it happen anymore; I can’t let anyone else take my family from me.” In-Ho raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t help you there.” He said. Weong-Bin groaned in annoyance.

“You don’t seem to understand, moron. If I can’t have those girls in my life, nobody should. They’ve been built up by me, they’ve been stable because of me. Nobody else can have them. Nobody else knows how to take care of her, she can get really crazy if she wants.” Weong-Bin saw In-Ho went to say something, but Weong-bin wouldn’t let him get a word in. “I’m going crazy.”

“I can see…” In-Ho said. He was a bit concerned. “You know, I was just joking when I said-.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to save your own ass now?” Weong-Bin hissed. “Unbelievable. You are just as bad as me.” In-Ho blinked, frowning.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you? To kill-.” Before he could finish, he immediately forced himself to stop. Weong-Bin blinked, staring ahead at In-Ho. He could see the absolute psychotic break that this man was starting to have, and it was then he knew he needed to make an important decision. “I want no part of it.” With that, he got up and walked away, not looking back to even see if Weong-Bin gave a damn. In-Ho was a scumbag, that much he knew. But what Weong-Bin was turning this into was too much. “I really was kidding.” He mumbled to himself, snickering as he found a seat with a few other inmates.

Weong-Bin was once again alone, and his eyes scanned the busy cafeteria. Though he seemed calm on the outside, just a blank face, he was trying to do to not alter any weird suspicion. He knew exactly who he was going to call when the afternoon rolled around.

“Office Song, I need to make a personal call,” Weong-Bin said quickly as he approached the man. Officer Song frowned.

“Weong-Bin, I’ve been too lenient on you. I shouldn’t-.”

“Last one.” Weong-Bin gasped. “Last one, last one, I swear.” Officer Song was a bit taken back, the usually cool businessman looking as if he was about to collapse into a mess of a person.

“Promise it’s not your ex-wife.” Weong-Bin nodded. “Okay, but-.” Before Song could finish, Weong-Bin hurried away from him and to the phone, quickly beginning to dial. Officer Song stood outside; arms crossed. He had known Weong-Bin through his wife, who swore he was a good person and was to be trusted. “He was just a man who was a bit private.” She would say to him. Officer Song knew the risks he was taking by being lenient with a prisoner, but at the same time, his wife was a pretty good judge of character. So, he just bit his tongue and prayed the call would be fast.

As Weong-Bin waited for the phone to ring, he was practically shaking. Finally, the voice picked up. “Hey! Hey, hey. I need you to do me a favor.”

“I feel I’m already doing you a favor that’s pretty big.” The man replied. Weong-Bin groaned.

“Listen, it’s the same thing. I…I need you to not just kill Hoseok.” He whispered. “I thought about it for the past few days. I can’t handle not being the one in their lives, and I won’t watch while someone else is.” He was silent for a moment. “I need you to just kill them all.” The other side of the phone was absolutely silent and it made Weong-Bin anxious. “Hey!”

“I heard you….” He said softly. “I…all of them? How do you propose I do that?” Weong-Bin had to collect all of his strength to not reach into the phone and strangle this kid himself.

“How the hell should I know, that’s why I asked you. I’m not crazy, I couldn’t do it myself even if I wanted to. Now listen, I’ll give you even more money but you need to do it.” Weong-Bin could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing as images of his daughters and you flashed into his mind. Beach trips, Disney trips, family outings, parties. They were good memories. Memories he would no longer let you guys share with anyone else. Almost immediately, he slammed the phone down. Stepping back, he stood and stared at the phone. He had just made a call to not only seal the fate of Jung Hoseok, but of you, and his two young daughters. All because he couldn’t get what he wanted. “…It serves them right.” He said under his breath. “It was the only way.” With that conversation over, his body began to relax, and he staggered out of the room, allowing Officer Song to take him to his cell.

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A few days had passed without much fuss. The girls went to school and daycare, you and Hoseok went to work, and you were preparing for your trial, which was drawing ever near. The entire ordeal was something that you had grown accustomed to the more times that you practiced what to say, and the more times you stood in the courtroom, picturing what it would look like full of different people. Days were passing quickly, and it was peaceful, for a while.

One night, about three days later, you were getting the girls ready for bed. They were just finishing up their baths, Min Ja drying herself off while you shook Hyo Bin in her fluffy, pink towel. Min Ja was talking to you about the newest episode of Pororo that she watched, and you were listening as much as you could as you helped slide Hyo Bin into her pajamas. Once both girls were ready to go, you lead them into their bedroom. Hoseok was sitting on Min Ja’s bed, a few books in hand as he waved the girls over.

“Okay, which ones should we read today?” He asked as the girls snuggled up to him. He spread out the books on the bed, and each girl began pointing frantically at all of them, trying to decide which one they wanted Hoseok to read. While the three of them were occupied, you took the time to straighten up some rooms in the apartment that were messy from the day; cups on the coffee table, the TV still being on despite a low volume, the pillows being scattered as the girls tried to find a comfortable one that they could use to sit on. You could hear the kids giggling at Hoseok’s multiple different voices and sound effects as he went through a book that they had read through multiple times, the reason specifically being Hoseok’s wide arsenal of voices. It made you smile as you listened to it, using it as motivation to finish tidying up the apartment. By the time you had finished, Hoseok was finishing up the final story, so you stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. “And then, the duck and the rabbit made it to the pond, where they played all day until the sun went down. They were so tired they-.” As if on cue, Min Ja let out a loud yawn. “They were so tired that they finished their book just a little early, and went to bed because their friends Min Ja and Hyo Bin are super tired and ready for bed. The End.” He closed the book, and Min Ja pouted behind her tired eyes.

“That’s not how the story ends, Mr. Hobi.” She mumbled as Hoseok got off the bed, scooping Hyo Bin in his arms. You walked over, gently laying Min Ja in bed and tucking her in. “Next time you have to read it the right way, okay?” He smiled.

“Okay…” He assured. “But this time, we’re going to bed. Goodnight.” Min Ja snuggled into her bed, doll clutched tightly into her hands. She watched Hoseok set Hyo Bin in her own bed as well, who was probably already on her third dream now, as she fell asleep pretty quickly.

“Goodnight, girls.” You said happily. “I’ll see you in the morning~.” Min Ja mumbled a soft goodnight before you and Hoseok closed the door behind you. “Whew, I’m so exhausted.”

“Me too,” Hoseok said. Taking your hand, he simply kissed it before leading you into the bedroom. “Have you been getting nauseous recently?” he asked curiously.

“I got a bit nauseous in the middle of last night and early this morning. I might have Doctor Park check me out tomorrow before I take a day off to schedule a doctor’s visit.” Hoseok laughed as he crawled into bed.

“You just love cheating the system.” He teased. You grinned happily as you crawled in beside him. He turned off his light, before rolling over and pulling you tightly into his arms. “Goodnight~.” He said happily.

“Goodnight, Hobi.” You said, looking up to give him a goodnight kiss. Both of you hummed as you began to fall asleep. It wasn’t an immediate thing, both of you would say something that led to a few minutes of conversation. It was never anything deep or philosophical, but just whatever came to your mind, and it made you happy to just hear each other’s voices for another moment. The comfort of each other’s voices was enough to lull the both of you to sleep.

It was a silent night, the apartment still and quiet as the four inhabitants slept, waiting for the time to tick by so that morning could come and you all could start your days just like always. However, there was one event that would offset the usual still peacefulness of the night. Footsteps crept silently down the hallway, passing by each and every apartment door until they stopped in front of yours. The person stood there for a little while, slightly out of breath and shaking. He had been out for the past few hours, and this was the last thing he needed to do before he could finally go home to his family. Wanting to be extra cautious, he peeked into the window. It was dark, but he could just barely make out the silhouettes of an empty couch, a dark TV, and an empty kitchen in the back. A deep sigh was the only sound that interrupted the stillness of the night, and the figure looked at the window, unsure of what his next moves should be. Finally, after a few moments, the figure simply lifted up his foot, shattering the window. Glass fell around him, but most of it fell inside the apartment. He pulled a pocket knife out from his back pocket, flipping it open and cutting open the wired inside of the window, the last thin barrier keeping you safe. Once he had access inside, the figure lifted up two wadded up cloths, doused in liquid. He slipped the pocket watch back into his pocket, and then pulled out a lighter in its place. For a moment, he gulped, his hand shaking as he sparked the flame, the light tickling his cheeks as he lowered it towards the wadded-up cloths.

In seconds, the cloth went up in flames, small flames at first, but flames nonetheless. The figure took the cloths and reached into the apartment, tossing them as deep into the house as he could given what little space he had. He threw them both in different directions, allowing them to spread farther in a shorter period. He backed up, seeing the living room come alive behind red and orange flames as the couch caught on fire and the lamps that stood in each corner of the room.

When he saw the coffee table burst into flames, the figure disappeared into the night.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 25 - No Contact Allowed

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.1k words

Disclaimer: This chapter does include some intimidating scenes that some may find triggering. Please be warned.

Chapter 25 - No Contact Allowed

Weong-Bin had good connections. He was able to get out on bail just as noon was starting to poke its head around the corner. The next day, thanks to his parents and a few of his coworkers. He didn’t expect anything different, and he was glad he could finally relax in his home until his trial. His lawyer was beside him as they exited the prison, making sure to remind him that he was to have no contact with his family before the trial and to spend his time following the rules and creating a good defense to make sure that he was only able to be found innocent. As he walked out the door, descending down the steps of the jail, he saw a car with his parents waiting on the street. He also saw Myung-Dae, standing at the bottom with his arms crossed. Weong-Bin let out a frustrated groan as he saw Myung-Dae approach him.

“Don’t forget you aren’t allowed to contact anyone-.”

“I already told him. Relax.” Weong-Bin’s lawyer said quickly. “Just keep your distance, will you? Mr. Cho does not need to be harassed right now.”

“Yeah well, neither did his ex-wife but look at where we are.” Weong-Bin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, that was funny. It’d be funnier if it was true, but good job. Maybe you should be a comedian, Officer.” With that, he walked past Myung-Dae and headed towards his car, giving his mother a tight hug. He took one more glance at Myung-Dae and his lawyer, waving them both off as he slid into his car, and his parents followed, before pulling out of their spot and driving off. Myung-Dae watched the car drive off, then glanced at the lawyer, who checked his watch and turned to him.

“You heard him, become a comedian.” The lawyer joked, chuckling as he headed down the street. Myung-Dae sighed, pulling out his phone and being quick to dial your phone number.

It was lunchtime, and you were at work typing away on your computer. A father had brought in his young son who was throwing up and had to be taken out of school, the poor young boy hysterical as he buried his head in his father’s shoulder.

“The doctor will see you as soon as he can.” You motioned to the little garbage that was placed in front of the counter. “Feel free to take that to your seat, just in case.” The man offered a quick thank you, and you smiled as you watched him walk with his son and the garbage can, trying to isolate themselves from the other small group of patients throughout the waiting room. You leaned back in your seat, looking at Jungkook, who was scrolling through his phone. “Any interesting news?”

“No, not really.” He said. “Just typical stuff; scandals, idol news, stuff like that.” He said. “How’s everything with uhhhh-.” He saw your eyes cast down. “Eh, sorry. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“There’s really nothing crazy to talk about. He’s not supposed to contact anyone, and this weekend I start working with the prosecutor to prepare for the trial.” You chuckled. “My parents are staying close by until this all blows over, with Taehyung and we’re working on moving Hoseok in…” you sighed. “There’s a lot of stuff going through my mind, but it’ll be okay once all this stuff is over.” You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hands as you let your mind start to drift off.

I want to tell my parents and Taehyung about the baby from the college. I haven’t yet. With everything going on right now, it’s been a real weight on my shoulders.

I can only imagine.

Will you…help me?

“I’m here if you need anything, Noona~.” Jungkook said happily, offering you a kind smile as you were pulled out of your own thoughts. You chuckled.

“I know you are.” You said simply. “Don’t worry, though. I went through similar stuff in the divorce. Nothing I can’t handle.” Jungkook chuckled a bit. Both of you were then interrupted by your phone vibrating. “Hm?” Glancing down, you saw Myung-Dae’s phone number flash on your screen. “Oh no…” Jungkook blinked as you stood up. “I’ll be right back.” You stood up, excusing yourself to one of the break rooms before you answered. “Hello?”

“Miss. Cho? It’s Myung-Dae.” He said. “How are you?”

“Well, and yourself?”

“I’m fine. I was just calling to tell you that Weong-Bin posted his bail and will be under close watch until his trial.” You blinked. Even though you kind of knew this would happen, you were still absolutely terrified. “Don’t worry, he’s still under orders not to contact anyone in your family. If he does, you call me right away and I’ll handle it.”

“…Okay, thank you.” You said softly.

“Don’t worry.” She said gently. “We have a lot of stuff to do at the office, but we’re here for you if you need anything.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” You smiled happily. “But, Uhm, I’m at work. I need to go now.” Myung-Dae chuckled a bit, agreeing as the both of you said your goodbyes and hung up. Putting your phone in your pocket, you sighed as you headed back to your seat, sinking down and groaning. Jungkook could sense you were now done talking about the situation, and he left it at that, looking over as the doctor stepped out and called another patient into his office.

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While you were at work, Hoseok was making sure to be hard at work himself. Sang-Chol, Ji-Tae and the rest of their dance team were hard and work as well. After their last contest went pretty well, the group began to gain a pretty decent following on social media. It was making them even more excited to try and perfect their skills, hoping for even more fans. Currently, they were working on recording a dance cover for a new song released by a popular idol group. It was a tough dance, and Hoseok had offered to help them get down the routine and even help them record it.

“Alright, that was much better!” Hoseok said, setting down his water bottle as he watched the group of boys collapse onto the floor.

“Can’t we take a break? You’ve made us run through it 3 times in a row!” Sang-Chol begged.

“And look how much you’ve improved since the first time. You said you wanted to get the video up soon, didn’t you? While the video is still a hot topic?”

“Yeah…”

“Then get up and go again!”

“Mr. Hoseok pleeeeeease-.” Sang-Chol whined, sprawling out on the floor. Hoseok laughed a bit, grinning.

“Fine. One drink break, then we’ll run it a few more times.” He watched the boys scramble to their bags, pulling out their drinks and practically guzzling down every last drop that they could as if they had been deprived of water for weeks. Hoseok couldn’t help but be amused by them, as he reached over to his phone and scooped it up to check his messages. He saw one was from Yoongi, in the group chat that had both him and Namjoon in it.

Wanna meet for lunch in like half an hour? (Sent 12:30 p.m.)

Hoseok hummed, looking at the little stopwatch that was ticking down how much time they had left. 35 minutes. He glanced back over to the boys, who were already getting reenergized and put back into position. Hoseok glanced down at his phone, seeing Namjoon had also sent a text to confirm.

Sure. I finish my lesson in 35 minutes. Text me the place and I’ll meet you there. (Sent 12:32 p.m.)

With lunch plans settled, Hoseok stood up. “Alright. Let’s get to work boys. Five, six, seven-.”

35 minutes later, the alarm began to ring, signaling the end of the lesson. The boys sighed as they once again collapsed after another 30 minutes of rigorous practice. On the plus side though, they were finally confident enough to shoot the video and upload it. Hoseok took the drink from his bag and took a sip as the boys began to pack up.

“You guys did great.” He said. “Are you going to record next time?”

“I think so. I’m really excited man, that dance break is so difficult!” Ji-Tae said happily.

“I know, and your part, Ji-Tae, with the huge kick right in the middle? Ah! I think I’m in love!”

“Shut up.” Ji-Tae sighed as the boys began to laugh. They all turned to Hoseok as he finished packing up and gave polite bows, thanking him for his help. He smiled.

“No trouble. Here, I’ll walk you guys out.” He said. The group headed outside of the studio, saying goodbye to Jin-Young, who was actually signing up a new little girl for Jimin’s ballet classes. “Be safe getting home.” He said, waving off the boys as they headed down the street, chatting and cheering about their excitement for the upload of the dance cover. He watched them for a moment, before turning around and heading to the café to meet his friends.

Namjoon and Yoongi were already there, sitting at one of the booths. They had waited to order food until Hoseok arrived, and when they saw him bust through the door of the care, Yoongi stood up.

“It’s about time!” He teased as his friend hurried up to him. “Your dance studio is like 5 blocks. We had to take a train.”

“I know.” Hoseok laughed. “Sorry, the boys were so eager to keep practicing I had to practically force them out.” Saying his hellos, he sat down in the booth and sighed. “God, I’m so tired.”

“I can only imagine.” Namjoon chuckled, taking a sip of his water. “You’re really being put through the wringer now. How’s moving going?”

“Fine. I’m pretty much settled in. But everything else-.” He chuckled as the waitress brought him over water. “Everything else just sucks really bad. I don’t know what to do. Anxiety and tension are really high in the apartment right now.” Lifting the glass up to his lips, he took a sip and sighed. “I don’t know what I can do to ease her nerves a bit. The trial is coming up soon, she’s been preparing for everything, and she texted me that Weong-Bin made bail this afternoon.”

“Well he can’t contact you guys, right?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, like that’ll stop him.” Yoongi said. “That guy was always a scumbag.”

“…You never met him.” Namjoon pointed out.

“But I knew. I’m just observant like that.” Hoseok smiled a bit at his friends. “But don’t stress about it. If he tries to call, just call the cops and get his ass tossed back in jail, it’s not that serious.”

“Yeah, try telling her that. I’m sure every possible phone call she’s gotten since she heard he made his bail is making her even more paranoid.” Hoseok scratched his head, feeling himself getting frustrated just thinking of how paranoid you were. “I wish I could do more.”

“…Marry her.” Yoongi said simply. Hoseok looked up, his ears turning red. “If you marry her, then it’ll make her feel better.” Namjoon glanced over at him.

“Hyung, stop that, now is not the time for them to worry about marriage.”

“Yeah, well not right now, obviously. But maybe if you bring it up to her, the idea will make her feel better or something. Just knowing you’ll be there.”

“But she already knows that I will.” Hoseok pointed out.

“Well, once you tell her you want to get married, then you’re truly trapped, so maybe that’s not a good idea.” Yoongi teased, and Namjoon chuckled. “Aaah, look how red you are, Hobi.” He chuckled a bit, and that only made Hobi’s cheeks turn redder. “I’m only teasing. Namjoon is right, this isn’t the time to be adding another layer of stress with wedding planning.” Hoseok sighed as the waitress finally returned to take their orders. They all put something in that they saw on the menu, and the woman left with a kind smile and assurance that the food would be out soon. Yoongi glanced over to Hoseok, to see him playing with the straw he was given that he didn’t use. He had pulled the wrapping off and was twisting it between his fingers. “I’m sure if you keep assuring her that you’ll be there for her, it’ll help calm her down. Just do that, and I think everything will be fine.”

“…Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Hoseok said simply.

“Aren’t I always?” He grinned, and he watched both of the other boys snickered. Hoseok leaned back in his seat, glancing down at his phone to see a picture that you had sent him. You were sitting beside Jungkook, who was throwing up a peace sign. Both of you had lunchboxes in front of you and were eating happily.

No patients right now. Time to snack >.< (Sent 1:15 p.m.)

Hoseok smiled a bit, setting his phone face down on the table. While you were at work, he felt at ease. Your mind was somewhat occupied with Jungkook being there, so he could take this time to relax and enjoy the time he had with his friends. However, as his lunch meeting with the others went on, his mind kept wandering about what Yoongi said.

Marriage, huh?

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“See you tomorrow, Noona~.” Jungkook called happily, waving to you as the both of you exited the doctor’s office. Your shift had finished a few hours later, and it was time to go pick up the girls. Jungkook had offered to lend a hand, but you assured that you would be fine and that Hoseok would be coming home soon anyway. As you waved goodbye, you headed down the street and towards the train station. Pulling out your phone, you saw that Hoseok had sent you a text-only a few minutes prior.

You might make it home before me. I’ve been hanging out with Namjoon and Yoongi-Hyung since lunch and we’ve been doing a lot of catching up. I won’t be too much longer, but I’m a phone call away if you need me. Love you <3 (Sent 3:04 p.m.)

As you continued down towards the train station, you put your phone back in your pocket. You weren’t sure how much longer Hoseok would be out, but you knew that you would most likely be able to get the girls and be home before him. So, your mind began wandering towards what you would make for dinner as you paid the train fee and hopped onto it. The train ride was quiet, as usual. You were never one to strike up a conversation with people on the train, and nobody else seemed to be any different. You just all kind of kept to yourself for about 45 minutes, until people started getting off and on, and the train continued moving down the tracks. It was usually never peaceful because you were constantly frantic about the girls and staying on schedule. However, right now, you felt pretty peaceful. It was nice.

After picking up the girls, you made your way back home. Min Ja had some homework to get started on, so you sent her to her room to begin that, while Hyo Bin was exhausted from her fun day in daycare, so you set her down for a nap.

“Good, they’re occupied for a bit. Hobi should be home soon.” You checked the time. It was just about 5 p.m. “Let’s see…” You began to peruse the cabinets and fridge for ingredients, hoping something would help give you inspiration for that night’s dinner. You were so busy cooking, that it took you a moment to hear your phone was ringing. “Hm?” You glanced over, walking towards it. On the screen was a number you didn’t recognize. “Who the hell is this?” You mumbled, picking it up. “Probably the wrong number.” Despite this thought process, you did decide to answer it, hoping that it would stop the person from calling this number with the false hope it was someone they knew. “Hello?”

“Don’t hang up.” You heard a voice quickly say. As the words entered your ears, your blood ran cold and your heart began to do flips into your throat.

“W-Weong-Bin?” you mumbled, your voice trembling. “What-.”

“I need to speak with you.” He said. “Please.”

“You’re not supposed to contact me. They said they’ll put you in jail if they find out.”

“They won’t find out, then. Please, I need to talk to you.”

“I can’t. I need to hang up.” You pulled the phone from your ear, looking down at the screen. The red “END” button sat there, waiting patiently to be pressed. Just as you were about to do so, you heard Weong-Bin clearly on the other line, despite not being on speakerphone.

“DON’T!” He shouted. You slammed the phone back to your ear, in hopes that the girls wouldn’t hear even though it wasn’t really loud enough. “If you hang up, I swear I’ll keep calling. Just hear me out.” He said sternly. You let out a shaky breath, pressing your back against the counter and looking up at the clock. When the hell was Hoseok coming home?

“Why should I do that?” you asked curiously. “After everything you’ve put me through.”

“Me? Oh, please, you’re such a drama queen. I never would’ve gotten as angry as I did those times if you were such a bitch.” Quickly realizing what he said, he let out a shaky breath. “Okay, forget that. I’m sorry. Seriously, hear me out.”

“…I don’t want to. Please, let me hang up. Leave me alone.” Weong-Bin now wasn’t even bothering to argue with you.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked. “Don’t you love me?”

“…I used to.” You said softly. “Until you started beating me up and tearing me down. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You know I never meant any of that.”

“I thought you didn’t at first. But I caught you sleeping with someone else and you still act like all our problems were my fault.”

“They were.”

“N-no they weren’t.”

“Well if I’m taking the blame for my actions then you better take the blame for yours too.”

“But you’re not taking any blame. You’re pleading not guilty.” You snapped. “I’m seriously going to hang up.”

“You won’t. Stop lying.” Weong-Bin snapped. “Just stop playing these stupid games. If you want to be with Hoseok so badly, whatever, be a slut. Don’t drag me through the mud.”

“…I’m not dragging you through the mud. You’ve made your choices.”

“I’ve only reacted to how you treat me.”

“Weong-Bin, please-.”

“I love you so much. I’m sorry I’ve put you through so much pain, but are you seriously going to drag your family, our kids, through a trial? What if they say Min Ja has to go up and talk about what happened? She’ll be terrified and scared and you’re going to do it because what? I raised my voice a few times? My hand? I’m not the only guy in Korea to do that.”

“…I know…” you said softly.

“Please.” He begged. “Please. I just don’t want things to end this way…” You sank down onto the floor, running a hand through your hair. “I still love you, regardless of what’s been happening. You know that, right?” You felt a huge lump in your throat as you tried to think of what you could possibly say to that. However, before you could give a response, you heard the door unlock. You glanced over, seeing Hoseok hum happily as he stepped in.

“I’m home.” He cooed, sliding his shoes off as the door closed behind him.

“Don’t tell him who you’re talking to.” Weong-Bin said softly on the phone when he heard the faint sound of Hoseok’s voice. When Hoseok got no response, he tilted his head. “Hello?” As he walked farther into the apartment, he saw you crouched down on the floor. “Hey…” He made his way over to you and knelt down. “You okay?” When he reached out to touch you, he saw you flinch back. He saw how terrified you looked. “What’s wrong?” When he still didn’t get a response, he glanced at the phone. “Hm?” Reaching out, he took the phone from you.

“Hobi, no-.” you tried to take the phone back, but Hoseok quickly stood up.

“Who is this?” he asked.

“…How rude, taking the phone away from someone in the middle of the conversation.” You immediately saw Hoseok’s eyes cast down to you. You couldn’t really read them that well, which was a first for Hoseok.

“Why on earth are you calling?” Hoseok asked, putting a hand in his pocket as he turned away from you. “Did prison make you forget your rules if you made bail?”

“I needed to speak with her.”

“That’s not something you just get to do.”

“Hoseok, stay out of this.”

“I’m not going to. I really don’t understand what is going through your mind right now, are you trying to get yourself arrested? Be my guest, if you are.”

“Don’t play smart with me. It doesn’t suit you.” Weong-Bin scoffed. Hoseok glanced over to you, seeing that you were still crouched down on the floor, no longer looking up at him. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t want me to talk to her? Fine. Let me talk to you.”

“Last time I did that, you tried to knock my lights out at my job. No thank you, I’m not interested in listening.” Hoseok let out another aggravated sigh. Once he did, he could hear you did the same, though instead of aggravation in your voice, it sounded like absolute terror was pouring out of your mouth. “I’ll be nice this time. If you call this place again from now until this whole thing is done, I won’t hesitate to get you thrown back in jail. Got it?”

“Why don’t you just go back home and leave her alone, Hoseok? This didn’t even involve you.”

“This is my house now too, so it does. And not only are you bothering my girlfriend but both of her kids. Don’t call her anymore.” Before Weong-Bin could say anything else, Hoseok hung up the phone. Weong-Bin glanced down at the burner phone he had bought just for this, then to his own phone. The background was exposed to show Min Ja and Hyo Bin, the last time he had them, holding up two pictures that they made together, with a big smile on each of their faces. Though he loved the picture, looking at it only made him angrier as he thought about what Hoseok had just said.

“…His girlfriend? Her kids?” he grumbled to himself. “Really, Jung Hoseok? Is that how you feel, you son of a bitch.” He felt the grip he had on his phone tighten, Weong-Bin let out a frustrated scream of absolute rage, flinging the phone against the wall and shattering it into pieces. Leaning back in his seat, Weong-Bin glanced back down at his phone. He was sick and tired of Hoseok, he hated that boy since they first crossed paths in college. Watching as Hoseok strolled through campus hand in hand with you, smiling as he pulled you into a sea of butterfly kisses and back hugs. The huge grin on your face every time you saw Hoseok across the hall, diverting your attention from the conversation you were having with Weong-Bin, or the project you two were working on, to hurry over and fling yourself into his arms. How students who knew of your relationship always spoke about it as if it were the relationship of two famous idols, or even of royals. How when you finally broke up with Hoseok, you were so depressed about everything. Weong-Bin tried so hard to see that smile again, to make you just as happy – no – happier than you could have ever been with Hoseok, but to no avail. And that baby. That stupid fucking baby that you wanted to keep, to use as an excuse to run back to him when Weong-Bin was bending over backward to provide you with the best of the best.

It pissed him off how you never once looked at him with the same love in your eyes as you had with Hoseok. Not then, and not now. Probably not ever.

Weong-Bin didn’t like that. And if that was going to be the case, then he never wanted you to look at Jung Hoseok ever again. If that meant taking serious measures, then god damn it, he was going to make sure those measures were taken.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 16 - Mom Friends

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.2k words

Chapter 16 - Mom Friends

Hoseok finished up his lessons in the middle of the afternoon, when you had already arrived with the girls for Min Ja’s dance lessons. After he finished with the final group, he took a walk to a nearby coffee shop and got himself something to drink, trying to clear his head. Hoseok was never a confrontational person, it wasn’t in his nature. Weong-Bin was so close to him, practically threatening and egging him on, encouraging him to fight in hopes that he would. Well, obviously Weong-Bin didn’t know Hoseok that well. It was a scary experience, but Hoseok knew he needed to be tough and not falter, that would be what Weong-Bin wanted.

If she finds out, it’s only going to stress her out more. He thought to himself. That’s the last thing I want to do to her right now… He pouted, kicking a rock as he walked down the street. But if he’s the one that tells her…ugh, I don’t even want to think about the stuff he would say to her! It was making him frustrated, but he didn’t want to let it get into his head. He saw the studio in his sights, and hummed, trying to put this all behind him for right now. You were most likely in there with the girls, and the thought alone made him excited.

As Hoseok walked into the studio, Jin-Young looked up from her spot behind the receptionist desk. The minute she noticed it was Hoseok walking in, she quickly hopped up out of her seat. She looked a bit panicked, and as if she had been teary-eyed at some point in the past few minutes.

“Hoseok.” She said as soon as he walked in. He glanced over. “I’m so….so sorry about what happened with Weong-Bin this morning.” She said quickly. Hoseok could see she looked upset, Jimin said he had spoken to her about not letting Weong-Bin in without reason from now on. “I knew I shouldn’t have let him into the back, I should have called you up here. I just…” she sighed. “I feel so stupid.”

I guess this whole thing is just gonna follow me around today no matter what I do, huh? Hoseok thought to himself, chuckling a bit as it crossed his mind. However, he could see she was truly bothered by this, and he offered her a kind smile. Lifting up a finger, he poked her quickly in the nose. She blinked, glancing up at him curiously.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assured her. “I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. Just be careful of Weong-Bin. He seems really charming and kind, but he’s so manipulative.”

“I know that now.” She chuckled a bit. “It’s a shame, I thought he was cute too.” Her attempt at a joke made Hoseok’s face twist into one of disgust. That made her laugh a bit more. “Well, I guess attractiveness men are based on more than just appearance.”

“Trust me, they are.” He said. He checked the clock, before looking back at Jin-Young. “They must already be in practice. I’m gonna go say hello.” He offered one more smile at Jin-Young, and she returned it as she watched him head down the hall and into Jimin’s practice room.

Jimin was just finishing up a practice run of dance when he saw Hoseok walk in. A smile formed on his lips as he offered his friend a quick wave. Then, his attention was back on the girls, seeing them standing in rows waiting for instruction. “Alright, girls,” Jimin said, resting against the wall. “I want you to pair up for The Mirror Game.” He said happily. The girls cheered as they scrambled around to find a friend and stand facing each other. A few kids came crying to him about not having a partner, but he very quickly shuffled them with each other and sent them on their way. “Remember that you need to copy what your partner is doing. And be sure to take turns leading.” He turned on a song to play as background music. The girls began doing different stances and moves, trying their best to copy each other as giggles began to emanate through the classroom.

You were sitting on the benches at the end of the room, Hyo Bin standing in front of you as she tried her best to do what she saw Min Ja doing on the dance floor. When you saw Hoseok walk in, a smile formed on your lips. He had walked up to Jimin and began to speak to him. As you watched them, you overheard the group of moms nearby talking about him again. They really were infatuated with him.

“I wonder why he’s always coming in here.” One said.

“He doesn’t have a daughter, does he?” Another asked.

“Oh no, I don’t think so.” Replied the third. You glanced over to them, slightly curious of where their conversation would go. When one of them caught your gaze, a brunette woman with hair that curled to her shoulders, you felt a bit nervous. You knew exactly who she was. So-Hee. Her daughter, San-Ha, was one of Min Ja’s closest friends in the program, the one who is going to the same school as her. The duo seemed to be pretty content just seeing each other once a week in class, but now that school was starting, Min Ja was starting to ask about playdates. Playdates were…something you hadn’t really experienced before, both during your marriage and especially after the divorce. You had put it off, but you were starting to be backed into a corner by your daughter.

“Do you think he has a thing for one of the moms here?” She asked, a grin forming on her face. Your eyes wandered over to her when she spoke to you, and you saw now a group of about four women looking at you, curious as to your answer. You didn’t know how to answer that, because you had two options: lie and be caught or tell the truth. Honestly, you weren’t sure what the outcome would be for either of those responses.

“Well…” you pursed your lips. “What do you think?”

“I mean I’m married, but…” she giggled. “I’d totally let him teach me the tango if you know what I mean~.” You blinked as the other mothers in the little group began laughing at her comment. You forced a nervous chuckle as you turned back to Hyo Bin, watching as she finally seemed to give up and plopped herself on the floor, whimpering in frustration as she began to cry. You saw Min Ja look up at the sound of her sister crying, which caused her to falter in her practice. Quickly, you stood up and scooped Hyo Bin into your arms, trying to soothe her and calm her about her dancing as soon as you could. She wasn’t in hysterics, but she was whimpering and trying to convey her frustration to you. Hoseok looked over at you when he heard Hyo Bin crying.

He thought back to this morning again, and it made his head start to hurt. He didn’t want to bring it up in the middle of you tending to your toddler. So, he simply put on a smile and headed over towards you, arms outstretched for the crying child in his sights.

“Hyooooo Biiiiiiin~.” He cooed, making the little girl look up. You did as well, and when he saw the smile grow on your face, it only made his widen as well.

“Who’s that?” You gasped, pointing at the thrilled man on his way. Hyo Bin wiped her eyes, trying to vent her frustrations to Hoseok now that he was close to her, her arms outstretched to him as he quickly scooped her up.

“Oooooh, are you trying to dance like Min Ja?” he asked, pointing to her older sister. Hyo Bin nodded, a shaky “uh-huh” escaping her lips. “How about I help you, okay?” Hyo Bin sniffled, nodding. You sat back down as Hoseok set Hyo Bin in a small area of the room that was out of the way of the lesson. He sat cross-legged as he looked at Hyo Bin. “Okay. Ready?” he took her hands as he helped her get into position. He was smiling as he tried his best, though he was not as well versed in ballet, he knew enough to help a two-year-old feel included.

As you were sitting, balancing your attention between both Hyo Bin and Hoseok as well as Min Ja’s lesson, you heard the sound of someone sitting next to you. Looking over, you saw So-Hee, fixing her hair as she offered you a kind smile.

“I feel like every time Hoseok comes in here, he’s totally all over you and your kids. You’re a lucky girl.” She teased. A shy chuckle escaped your lips.

“Yeah…I’m pretty lucky.” You admitted. “He…Hoseok is really good with my girls.”

“He must really like you.” So-Hee teased, offering you a playful nudge. “You should totally ask him out. You’re like the only single one in this cast of parents, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.” You admitted. Your response left So-Hee confused. “I mean…well…” Okay, maybe I’m being too anxious about this. It’s not that big of a deal that I’m dating him, I barely even talk to these women. You thought to yourself. After a moment of silence, So-Hee chuckled.

“You don’t seem to want to talk about it. That’s okay. I remember when you were going through the divorce how anxious and intense it must have been.” You glanced over to at her. “…I can be very observant.” She teased. “But if you don’t want to tell me anything, I get it.” She glanced back over at Hoseok, who had pulled Hyo Bin into his lap, allowing her to squeal in delightful giggles. “But you should take my advice.”

“…I already did.” You said. So-Hee blinked, now intrigued. “I dated Hoseok in college. We reconnected when he came back into town and…we’ve recently reignited out relationship.” When the words left your lips, you felt…weird. Not bad, not necessarily good, just…. weird. Your friends and family knew you had gotten back into the relationship, but you had only told them over text. It had yet to leave your lips until now, and that fact alone surprised you.

“…What?!” She grinned. “Oh my God, you little sneak and you never said anything until now?!” She gripped your arm, shaking you like a wild teenage girl. “I don’t believe you.” You chuckled a bit, seeing So-Hee smile in amusement as she continued to tease you. “That’s crazy! Oh, I need details on how that all is going.”

As the two of you, mostly So-Hee, continue to chat, the evening lesson came to an end. Jimin had the girls do a cool down, and told them what they should be practicing, before they got in their little group and did a goodbye cheer, before girls scattered to their parents. Min Ja hurried up to Hoseok and Hyo Bin, peeking over Hoseok’s shoulder as he looked up at her happily. You watched So-Hee’s daughter rushes up to her eagerly, and So-Hee’s attention turned from you as her daughter chatted her ear off.

“Mommy, are you and Min Ja’s mommy making a playdate? Pleeeeease say yes, Mommy!” So-Hee giggled as she grabbed her daughter’s bag.

“Nobody likes a nosey little girl, and you know better.” She said simply, standing up. You stood up too, seeing Min Ja rush over and hug her friend almost instantly, the two giggling in glee as they toppled over. “San-Ha!”

“Min Ja, your outfit is going to get all dirty if you keep rolling all over the floor!” You scolded, watching as the girls stood to their feet, dusting off their tutus as if nothing happened. So-Hee glanced at you, and from the corner of her eye, saw Hoseok walking over with Hyo Bin in his arms. She smiled, turning to him.

“Hoseok-Oppa~.” She teased, grinning. Your face turned red as Hoseok immediately began to laugh at the wild 26-year-old.

“So-Hee, knock it off.” He teased in between little giggles. So-Hee held your arm as she told her daughter to get her sneakers on, then turned straight back to you and Hoseok. “I finally learned why you’ve been turning down my coffee dates.”

“…Because you’re married?” he asked. So-Hee clicked her tongue at his obvious avoidance of her joke.

“Well, yeah. But the second, and more important reason-.” She motioned over to you. “You’ve been having your eye on this cutie pie over here.”

“So-Hee…” you sighed softly. “Stop it.”

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed.” Hoseok said. “She’s not wrong.”

“Hobi….” You pouted a bit, taking Hyo Bin back into your arms.

“Mommy, I have my sneakers on.” San-Ha said, tugging at her mom’s arm.

“Okay, honey.” She said happily. “Say goodbye to Min Ja.” You watched the girls quickly offer a hug to each other.

“You need to tell your Mommy to let us have a playdate soon!” Sun-Ha begged her friends, hugging her tightly.

“Okay, I’m gonna try!” Min Ja nodded, a confident grin on her face. She quickly turned to you, her hand tightly clutching San-Ha’s as she looked at you. “Mommy-.”

“I’ll think about it.” You said quickly. So-Hee chuckled at how quickly you responded to your daughter, and a pout formed on her face. “We need to get home now so I can make dinner.”

“Well…” So-Hee turned to you, offering you a little business card with what looked like her phone number. “Call me when you have time. I have a pretty flexible schedule.”

“Mommy said her job is sitting on the couch and drinking her adult grape juice.” San-Ha added, nodding. Behind you, you heard the sound of Hoseok begin to laugh, covering his mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too, and the girls, even though they didn’t understand what was so funny, giggled anyway, because the adults were. So-Hee turned back to you.

“That aside, like I said, let’s get the girls together before school starts up. Give me a call, okay?” You nodded.

“Alright. I will.” The sound of two young girls squealing in excitement flooded your ears and you waved So-Hee off.

“Bye~.” She said happily, taking San-Ha’s hand as the duo headed out of the room. You sighed, looking down at the card in your hand. Suddenly, you felt Hoseok rest his head on your shoulder. Looking towards him, you saw he was smiling.

“You don’t look happy.” He said.

“I am. Min Ja’s been wanting the playdate, I’m glad we finally connected. But…” you looked at Min Ja, while also setting Hyo Bin down on the floor. “Min Ja, can you take Hyo Bin and go say hi to Mr. Jimin for a minute?”

“….Okay!” She said, taking her sister's hand as they headed towards the instructor who was beginning to tidy up. When they were gone, and it seemed almost all the other mothers had taken their daughters out of the room, you looked at Hoseok.

“I have no bad blood towards any of the other parents here.” You stated. “But I never talk to them. This is the first time I’ve had a conversation with any of them.”

“Why is that?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “When I was married, Weong-Bin told me to drop her off and then make sure dinner was ready when we all got home, so I went back home to get that prepared. After the divorce, I was so busy working, it took a long time to get time to even come to the lessons.” You glanced over to Min Ja, who was talking to a crouched down Jimin. “I never had any mom friends. I didn’t know how to talk to any of those girls. We’re not the same.”

“That’s not true.” Hoseok said. “You’re all moms.” A laugh escaped his lips as you nudged him for his joke. “I’m serious.”

“I know, but that isn’t what I mean.” You added. “They’re all married, some don’t even work, they just sit back and gossip and chat and…drink their adult grape juice.”

“Heh. Well, that’s another thing you have in common.” He added. You chuckled. “Well, at least you have a mom friend now.” He said.

“She thought I should ask you out…” you mumbled.

“You should.” He grinned, and you finally laughed a bit. “How about…. we go to a movie one night when you can get your babysitter.” You couldn’t help but nod.

“That sounds good.” You said happily. Hoseok smiled. “I should probably go. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Aaaah, no, I don’t think so.” He said. “I’ve been a bit out of it today.” He saw you frown and sighed softly. A piece of him wanted to tell you about what happened with Weong-Bin today, but he didn’t want to worry you over it. That was what he kept telling himself. But he had already held it off for the entire day, and that was already too long. “Listen, don’t get upset, okay?” Almost immediately, your frown deepened and your eyebrow raised.

“…Why?” you asked.

“…Weong-Bin came into the studio this morning and was giving me a hard time over our relationship. He was threatening me to end it.” Your eyes widened.

“What?!” You asked, Hoseok flinching at the sound of your voice. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Hoseok?!”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” He said quickly. “But…well, I’d rather you hear it from me than from him.” He saw that you looked a bit angry with him for holding it off. “I’m sorry. But it really wasn’t a big deal!”

“N-…” you ran a hand through your hair, stunned how quickly the conversation had jumped from mommy playdates to love triangle intimidation so quickly! “Not that big of a deal?! Hoseok…” Hoseok looked over his shoulder, seeing Jimin had looked up when he heard voices being raised. He quickly took your hand and led you outside the room, closing the door behind him. You were a bit shaken up from what he told you, and Hoseok knew he should have called you or something earlier. Why didn’t he, again? “Did he hit you or anything? I’ll call the police, I swear it.”

“No, he didn’t.” Hoseok said, smiling a bit. “Like I said, I just wanted you to know, but I’m not going to worry about it.”

“Not going to worry about it? Hoseok, I know you want to be the bigger man, and I respect that. But Weong-Bin is not going to take this well. I’m amazed I haven’t heard from him today!”

“I’m amazed too.” He said simply. “But if we spend all this time worrying about it and letting him freak us out, he’ll win. I’ve told you this already.” You groaned, covering your face.

“I know!” You shouted though you didn’t mean to. “I know, I know! I just… ugh! I cannot believe you waited until I was just about to leave to tell me this.” You said. Hoseok pouted a bit, putting his hands in his pockets.

“…Sorry.” He said. Before you could say anything else, the door opened, both of you looking over to see Jimin walking out with both of the girls in tow.

“Are we going home now, Mommy?” Min Ja asked.

“…Yeah.” He said. “Of course, honey. Do you have everything?” When you saw your daughter hold up her ballet bag in one hand and Hyo Bin’s hand in the other, a smile formed on your face and you felt your heartbeat slow down.

“Bye Mr. Jimin. Bye, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja said happily.

“Bye-Bye Misser Hobi. Bye-Bye Misser Jimnie…” Hyo Bin repeated. Jimin smiled.

“Bye-bye girls.” He said. You offered to take Min Ja’s bag and turned to Hoseok, who offered a smile down at the girls as he waved and said good night. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked over to Hoseok, kissing his cheek. He looked over at you, seeing you scoop up Hyo Bin.

“I’ll be setting a plate for you.” You said simply, unable to hide your smile. Hoseok chuckled a bit.

“I’ll be there in a little bit.” He replied.

“Is Mr. Hobi coming home from dinner?!” Min Ja gasped. You nodded and she squealed. “Yay!” She said happily. “We’re having Japchae! Japchae, Japchae!”

“Oooo, yummy. I can’t wait.” Hoseok said. You smiled as you said your goodbyes and led your girls out of the studio, the sound of Min Ja cheering ‘japchae’ fading away as you exited the studio. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Auuugh, she can be so scary when she’s upset.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh a bit. “I knew she’d be upset but I didn’t think she’d be upset at me!”

“Well you waited, what…6 hours to tell her that her ex-husband is threatening you?” Jimin asked. “I’d be mad too.”

“Okay, you’re no help.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh again. He knew he should probably clean up and get ready to go if he wanted to make it to the house for dinner, so without another word, he simply headed to the closet and grabbed a broom.

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The sound of knocking alerted your attention to the door just as you finished setting the table. Min Ja looked up from the table, a grin forming on her face, realizing that it was Hoseok at the door.

“Mommy, Mr. Hobi!” She squealed, watching your head towards the door.

“I know.” You smiled a bit, dusting your hands on your pants as you went to open the door. Upon opening it, Hoseok was standing there, a smile on his face.

“Am I late?” he asked curiously.

“No. You’re just on time, actually.” You said, letting him into the house. You watched him take off his shoes, before he blinked as if he realized something at the last minute.

“Oh right!” He said, grinning. He reached into the bag that he carried with him. “I didn’t want to make it obvious so I carefully put it in here but-.” He lifted out a little rose, handing it to you. “Here you go~.”

Almost immediately, you felt your breath catch in your throat. You took the rose into your hands and examined it, smiling up at him.

“What made you buy this?” you asked curiously, watching Hoseok shake a hand in his hair as he offered you a goofy smile.

“I just felt like it.” He said simply. “You better take extra care of it.” He nodded. “I worked really hard to find the perfect ‘I’m sorry’ flower.”

“Oh, my goodness.” You sighed. “You didn’t need to get me an ‘I’m sorry’ flower, moron.” You said, taking his hand as you led him inside. “Let’s go eat, huh~?” you hummed happily. He nodded, following you into the kitchen. The girls happily said their hellos to Hoseok as he sat at the table, watching you put the rose into a little cup of water before joining them.

After dinner that night, Hoseok helped you get the girls into bed before the both of you took a seat on the couch, exhausted sighs escaping your lips. It was silent for a few moments, and Hoseok looked over to you. He saw you run a hand through your hair.

“You promise me he didn’t hurt you right?” You asked him softly. Hoseok shook his head.

“No. He tried, but he didn’t hit me or anything.” Hoseok said. You nodded, laying your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. “He was being really intimidating, though. I didn’t realize he was taller than him until he was right in front of my face.” You chuckled a bit.

“Yeah. He is pretty tall.” You agreed. The sudden feeling of Hoseok’s hand running through your hair made you hum a bit. “Are you staying tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” he asked curiously.

“Of course, I do, silly.” You glanced up at him. “I always want you to stay here.”

“Well you were upset with me.” He hummed, pouting. “I honestly thought I would be in the dog house for a few days and I was trying to mentally prepare myself.” You giggled.

“Is that why I got an ‘I’m sorry’ rose?” you asked curiously.

“That’s exactly why.” He responded, and both of you giggled.

“You’re an idiot.” You said simply, poking his cheek. He hummed a bit, smiling enough to expose his cute little dimples. “You must be tired. It sounds like you had a long day.”

“I did.” He said simply, his head finally lolling to the side to gently rest on top of yours. You nodded, lifting yourself off of the couch, a hand reaching out to take Hoseok’s.

“We’re still on for that movie date, right?” you asked. Hoseok chuckled, leaning in to offer you a kiss on the nose.

“Of course.” He said. You nodded, smiling as you led him into the bedroom for a much-needed good night sleep together. It was the best kind of sleep, in your opinion.

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