mama is working on it πββοΈ
chapter 9.0 β imposter syndrome
ss: 18
wc: 862
cw: food mentions, mentions of physical fighting
a/n: I lost two years of my life trying to edit that photo if it looks bad don't tell me (also the initials l . y are l/n y/n if you're confused)
"okay, okay, hear me out," minji paused, chewing a heroically sized mouthful of pizza, holding her finger up as if to hold her place in the conversation.
it went on for just long enough to be awkward, and yn took a sip of their soda β as if they weren't already stewing in a pool of their own embarrassment at this whole situation. and it was embarrassing, to say the least. how long would it have taken them to get to this point if not for some... some bitch trying to steal their soulmates? honestly, yn thought they would have the opposite reaction to this sort of thing. the other yn β she was pretty, able-bodied from what they could tell, and she seemed remarkably put together. a far cry from their own life. she seemed to be everything yn wanted for their soulmates.
well, except for the fact that she was almost undoubtedly a sasaeng. stray kids' management had gone to great lengths not to show their soul marks, but there had been a few slip-ups over the years, and despite their best efforts, it had come out that the group were soulmates β and that there was one more person included. that came with aΒ lotΒ of failed attempts of stalkers trying their best to convince they boys that they were their soulmate. up until now, it had always been fairly mediocre attempts, and/or easy to see through. it was different this time, almost indistinguishable from yn's own (before the accident).
but apart from that, theoretically, she was perfect for them. and yn... wasn't. but that didn't stop the pit of frustration burning deep in their stomach β frustration at themselves, mostly, at the world, and everything else. although, that last one was the more general ire for living made worse by this whole debacle.
sometimes, privately, yn wondered if it really was just a big coincidence, if they really were their last soulmate. it just felt like they... didn't fit. and, just occasionally, they wished it was that way β although, not really. they didn't know the others, and didn't really know how to feel about them just yet, but the idea of chan being with someone else made yn's chest clench painfully.
"what if," minji started again, "what if you showed up at the company building with like, one of those massive rose bouquets and blasting a sad song on your boombox?"
"well, first of all," yn said, "where are the funds for this rose bouquet? with the price of everything these days, i'm not sure i even have enough for twelve. secondly, a boombox? how old do you think i am? contrary to apparently popular belief, i do not have a boombox. and, you know, i think security wouldn't let me within 50 metres of the building."
"darn."
the quiet clicking of lego pieces broke the silence between the poignant lack of ideas in the brainstorming session. it was difficult, coming up with a way to explain to your best friend that you'd been hiding the fact that you were his last soulmate that made you look least like a buffoon. it was unavoidable, looking like an idiot, but surely there had to be a way too minimize the damage, right?
it wasn't going very well so far.
yn sighed heavily to themselves. any angle you looked at it, it was bad. the problem being self aware was exactly that β being self aware. the second-hand embarrassment at their own actions had suddenly hit them like a freight train early that morning during classes. it had not been a pleasant day, with every free moment spent shrivelling into their own skin in a very visceral reaction. god, it was just... ugh.
the doorbell rung out through their apartment, breaking the spell that had fallen over the three of them. bingus trotted in, complaining loudly at the intrusion. his fur was all scruffed up, indicative of his 47th nap of the day that he'd just been rudely awoken from.
chika furrowed her brows, glancing in the direction of the door. "you got a package coming or something?"
"uhh... not to my knowledge..." bingus jumped up onto yn's lap, circling a few times before climbing up onto their shoulders like a parrot. chika reached over to brush his fur back into place, eliciting a deep, crackly purr as he pushed his face against her hand. "i'll go see who it is..."
yn stood up tentatively, gently supporting bingus's ass so he didn't fall off during the process, before walking over to the door, grabbing the keys off the hook next to it and unlocking it.
"hey," minho said conversationally, like he hadn't just shown up at yn's door unceremoniously.
"hi," yn mumbled, forcing the word out. they couldn't decide where to look, the doorframe taken up by not only minho, but seungmin and hyunjin as well, the other two appearing at least a little more awkward about the situation.
"we know."
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A cool thing about connective tissue disorders/arthritis is you hear from your skeleton a lot more
chapter 4.0 β death of achilles
ss: 9
wc: 1,143 ( Ν‘Β° ΝΚ Ν‘Β°)
cw: mentions of food, swearing, apple slander (deserved)
these types of days were some of yn's favourite days. the slow days, when they were finishing up a paper, when they could just sit at a cafe with their noise cancelling headphones and do the final editing. the days when they could rationalise buying a few too many sweet treats because didn't they deserve a reward?
it was a little less enjoyable this time, as yn had woken up at stupid o'clock in the morning and had been unable to get back to sleep, so they were at the cafe far earlier than usual, but... it was still better than having to supervise second year students fucking around in the lab.
they had learned their lesson, and yn didn't order any caffeinated drinks, otherwise their shaky hands would have been no use with their temperamental laptop. it was, admittedly, on its last legs, but after eight years it was like their child and yn was unwilling to part with it until it was really, truly, unfixable. but that day was not today.
yn fiddled with their pochacco usb absentmindedly as they read through their paper, fixing spelling errors from the words that were evidently too scientific for autocorrect to handle, no matter how many times they put it into their personal dictionary. at this point, they'd just accepted it, and were resigned to going through the entire thing. it wasn't like it was terrible, anyway, but after seeing it almost every day for the last six months it was getting a little old.
luckily, in the midst of the slow, calm morning, fate had decided to make the day more exciting. because apparently, a calm morning was not in the cards.
it all happened so fast β someone bumped into someone else, a muffled curse, and the next second, three drinks had their contents emptied onto yn's laptop.
thankfully, yn had the presence of mind to pull the usb containing their paper out of their laptop, wiping it on their sleeve, hopefully before any damage could be done. after almost deleting their entire thesis during their bachelors degree⦠they weren't taking any chances. so while it would suck losing the editing, they had backups, so it wouldn't be the end of the world. but their laptop?
oh, it was not having a good time.
the screen flickered a few times, before shutting down, unprompted. and yn had a feeling that this time, it wasn't powering up again, especially with all the liquid currently seeping into the hardware through the gaps in the keyboard, and dripping off the table onto the floor as well as into yn's lap.
but, of course, that wasn't the end of it, because when yn looked up at the masked face of the person who spilled all that coffee over their laptop? seo changbin.
seo fucking changbin. of all the people in south korea, it had to be one of the eight people yn was trying so hard to avoid.
they just sat there in shock for a few seconds, staring down at their soaked laptop, before he started apologizing.
"i am so sorry-" changbin started before yn cut him off.
"it's fine," they said quickly. it wasn't fine, not really, but those words came out of their mouth on reflex.
finally, yn stood up, cringing at the feeling of their damp trousers clinging to their skin, knowing it would probably stain, and also knowing that it definitely looked like they pissed themselves now.
"oh, let me," changbin said, pulling off his jacket and tying it around their waist, covering up the worst of the spill.
both of them seemed to kick back into gear at that point, grabbing handfuls of napkins to try and mop up the liquid, to marginal degree of success. in the end they were ushered out of the cafe, leaving them standing awkwardly on the pavement outside, while yn tried to not make eye contact with the billboard showing a close up of changbin's face. it was like the universe was taunting them.
"sorry," changbin apologised again. "i could pay for the repairs, if you wantβ¦"
"you don't have to," yn replied, turning their gaze down at their shoes, and shifting their weight over to their new cane β which didn't start creaking immediately, a definite improvement from the last one. "it's pretty old. i'm not sure it can be revived another time."
"i'll buy you a new one, then."
"no, you don't have to do that," yn protested, but they got the idea that it would need a lot more to convince him not to.
"why is your laptop called achilles?" changbin asked, bemusement evident on his face.
yn shrugged. "when i was setting it up, you could name it... for, like, bluetooth or something. one of my old friends named it."
"right..." he replied, clearly not understanding.
yn laughed quietly to themselves, the conversation going quiet again as the pair walked into the electronics store. at least they had an idea of what they wanted β yn had become quite aware over the last few months that their laptop was... close to death, and had been preemptively window shopping for a new one, so they just made a beeline for the one they'd been looking at.
"not going to milk this for something more expensive? like a macbook?"
yn shot changbin a withering look. "macbooks suck. they lose battery in, like, 20 minutes, then they overheat when you charge them. the layout is awful and completely different from almost every other laptop for literally no reason and they're so expensive for what? to be unusable without a software update that makes everything worse? spare me."
changbin muffled his laugh behind his hand. "all my friends are weird about iphones, too. they're so much worse, i don't get it."
"right? i just want a good device, and apple is worse than everything else, as well as being way more expensive. the hype is completely undeserved."
"so... this one, then?" he asked, pointing at the model they were standing in front of.
yn nodded. it wasn't the best, or most expensive, but it had all the things they needed, and it weighed less than seven bricks, as minji had so aptly put it.
it didn't take long for the new laptop to be purchased, and changbin handed it over with a new litany of apologies. yn accepted it with an embarrassed smile, unable to stop the hitch in their breath as their hands brushed his.
"i, um... thank you," yn muttered out, averting their gaze. they felt the tips of their ears heat up, in a way that had nothing to do with the weather, accompanied by a sinking feeling in their gut. somehow they knew that it was going to become a lot harder to hide from their soulmates from now on.
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a/n: is this a weird plot point? maybe. but I have free will and I can write what I want
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chapter 3.0 β changed numbers
ss: 12
cw: mentions of underwear pic (no image), yn being stupid, suggestive mentions of boobs
a/n: yes I did accidentally post the unfinished version earlier because my finger slipped which is turning out to be a common theme here
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LOL thanks
chapter 6.0 β have you been flossing?
ss: 16
wc: 311
cw: swearing, mentions of car accidents, mentions of the french, yn is bad at feelings, teeth stuff???
a/n: 56 followers?? I never thought this many people would like my shit lol thank you guys π₯²π«Ά
updates are probably going to slow down a bit because I'm going back to college next week (I am writing this instead of doing my homework, how did you know?)
also the amount of research I did on dental implants for this one chapter just for the most random plot point... idk anymore
it had been... well, annoying, to say the least, the time after yn's old crowns had been removed. it hadn't been strictly necessary to go around wearing a mask everywhere they went, but it was just... weird, right? walking around with holes in their smile. luckily, it had only taken few days for the new crowns to be made β silver, this time, as recommended β and they did look pretty cool. a little cold in their mouth, though. yn supposed they would get used to it.
however, the last person yn expected to see as they were walking out of the dentist's office was... dear lord... yang jeongin. luckily, it wasn't a long interaction, or even an interaction at all, for that matter, they both just brushed past each other in the doorway. but it was enough to set yn's palms tingling, something that lasted until they made it back to their apartment.
hopefully jeongin hadn't noticed. even if he had, there was only a slim chance that he'd be able to track them down, anyway.
although there was a part of yn that wanted him to try. not that they would acknowledge it, of course, but after that interaction with changbin the other day, it was hard not to wonder what it would be like if they were to finally give in to the whole soulmate thing. maybe it would be... nice.Β
but the combination of pride and shame that had welled up inside them over time stopped yn from making any move themselves. they had gotten used to being alone, and that sticky feeling of sadness that clung to them whenever they saw concert clips, or skz code, or their lives. they were better off without each other, yn told themselves.
but they weren't sure how true that was anymore.
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Being neurodivergent and chronically ill is crazy because you already have issues with executive functions and then your body hinders you even more. AND your sensory issues are heightened by the pain you feel.
sometimes my chemistry teacher will drop bombs like βsimple covalent molecules donβt existβ and we just run with it
I LOVE GNARLY and no im not saying that just because its katseye i actually genuinely like it a lot π
its giving dark arena, lights off, and silence, maybe some cheers...
"WHOS READY TO GET GNARLY!" LIKE TYPE SHITTTTTT LIKE THIS IS THE TYPE OF SONG TO HYPE UP THE CROWD
LIKE AN ANTHEM YK THIS IS THE GIRLS ANTHEM THIS IS TEH CVNTY SONG (sure its experimental but still i love it)
but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???
POTS is so fucking ridiculous like ah fuck shit sorry itβs a little too warm in here so iβm about to look like iβm having a category five medical emergency. but really iβm all good. also to prevent it i just have to lower the temperature but not too much and also make a quick stop by the X-axis for like five minutes. iβm like a tempermental plant if it was cunty. do you guys hate me
β§ο½₯οΎ: I have literally no idea what I'm doing, this blog is purely self indulgent β 18 β ot8 *β§ο½₯οΎ:*
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