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✪25✪

“You understand that you could have killed us all!” Yoongi screamed angrily and Namjoon and I looked down, ashamed. “Borax? Seriously? And I thought you were intelligent,” Yoongi scoffed. “I thought both of you were intelligent! What’s the point of having a combined IQ of 301 if you think it is okay to put borax in salad!”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “It is just that the recipe for making slime was right next to the salad one and there was no colour differentiation so I thought that-”

“You clearly didn’t think!”

“Geez, we said sorry,” Namjoon pouted, his dimples appearing deeper than ever. “Besides borax doesn’t kill! I googled it up. In large quantities it just causes nausea, diarrhoea, vomiting, stomach ache-”

“Please shut up, you're making me sick,” Taehyung groaned and I sucked in my bottom lip, sulking angrily. Meanies, all of them.

“My takeout is here,” Jin said helpfully and everyone turned to the packet in his hands and glared hungrily. “Whoops my bad, it’s for me only, you can have the food made by the Master Chefs here.”

“Yeah!” Namjoon nodded enthusiastically. “We made orange lasagna!”

Hoseok hissed in mild annoyance. “Orange lasagna?”

“Yes! It looks amazing, wait I have the recipe,” I smiled happily. “Lookie here, four spoons of salt, seven tablespoons of chili powder, five pinches of saffron, a dollop of orange juice, fresh orange rinds… I uh- oops,” I giggled nervously, stepping back.
“What?” Namjoon whisper yelled to me and I showed him the screen of my phone. “Oh.” Namjoon gulped and cautiously stepped back too. “We have to go check up on the oven,” Namjoon breathed next to me and we turned around sharply to see Peter standing impatiently with his hand extended out for my phone.

“Give it,” he groaned, massaging his forehead. “Are you sure you-?” I started.

“Give!” he snarled. I squawked and dropped my phone into his small palm and Namjoon and I ran out of the room. “You mixed the orange cake and the lasagna recipe, you little worms-” we heard Peter yell after us as we ran away from the slightly angry group of five people.

***

“Joan,” I felt someone shake me slightly. “Joan.”

“Hm?” I blinked groggily, a fully dressed Jin coming into view. He caressed my face and left two large kisses on my cheeks. “Can you hear me?” I shook my curly mop of hair out of my face, tried to stand and toppled forwards into Jin’s arms. “Joan get up, we have a flight,” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“A flight, a flight! In an aeroplane. The thing that transports through air.”

“A flight?”

“Yes,” he smiled jubilantly. “Yes, a flight, so get up.”

“I don’t want to fly. I prefer walking,” I mumbled sleepily.

Jin rolled his eyes. “Then you can walk to Avalon.”

“Avalon?”

“Yeah, Namjoon and I booked a flight for all of us last night after you went to sleep. We thought since we have to leave, we might as well go in style. Peter has some relatives in Avalon so we will stay with them for a couple of days.”

“Oh.”

“Indeed, so dress up. Chop chop! Unless of course, you would like me to strip you down and-”

“No need,” I pushed him off me. “I can manage beautifully by myself.”

“It’s your call,” he winked at me. “I’m always available.”

“I know you are, you pervert.”

“How am I a pervert?” he demanded, pushing my hair off my face. “You are my girlfriend, I’m legally allowed to want to see you.”

“Legally we aren’t allowed to be together,” I reminded him as I pulled my shirt off. “You are twenty and I’m sixteen. You are an adult.” I ignored his eyes as they followed me to the cupboard. “I don’t have anything flight-worthy to wear.”

[why am I so shameless, I literally made her call him a pervert and then made her take off her shirt in front of him like wtf-]

“Pity,” he mused in my ear. “If only you had a boyfriend who had extra clothes which are nearly your size.”

I glared at him. “I do have a boyfriend with extra clothes that are nearly my size!”

“Alas! If only you had a boyfriend that-”

“Okay, shut up,” I groaned and he pulled my cheeks from side to side. Jin pointed to his rucksacks on my bed. “Shirts top left, pants right underneath. You have my permission to look through my underwear.”

“Gross!” I threw my slipper at him. “Leave!”

“Why? So you can feel up my underw-” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and graciously tossed him outside the bedroom. “Stay out, you creep!” He blew me a flying kiss before I slammed the door in his face.

Ass.

But cute ass.

I sighed and continued searching for presentable clothes in his bag.

***

I wrapped my arms around Jin’s neck and kissed his cheek and he blushed furiously. “What was that for?”

“No reason,” I grinned, pecking his forehead. “You are adorable.”

Jin beamed at me. “That I am.” I rolled my eyes and held his large hand as we walked through the empty halls of the airport. There was something comforting about the silence in the area, filled with the occasional whispers of my friends. Or maybe I was just glad to be around Jin.

[this is where people who discriminate based on colour can gtfo and never return back to this book🤠]

“My relatives are black,” Peter blurted out unexpectedly from next to me. Namjoon raised his eyebrow at his sudden statement but said nothing. I exchanged a confused glance with Jin before tilting my head towards Peter who was watching me anxiously.

“Yeah so?”

He sighed happily before smiling broadly. “Nothing.”

“Peter,” I sighed. “I may have a lot of faults, but exhibiting colourism isn’t one of them.”

[i don't know if colourism is a word don't sue me-]

“Yeah, I was just cross checking-”

“Nobody here cares if your relatives are of a darker colour,” Jin interrupted quietly. “Prosecution is something all Ingenium understand better than others and it couldn’t matter less to us if your family had a little extra melanin in their skin.”

“If God forbid, I ever say any rubbish about this topic, you have my consent to tie me to a tree and beat the shit out of me until some sense enters my head,” I smiled kindly at Peter.

He grinned at me. “You got it.” He was silent for a while. “… some months back, a man shot my maternal grandmother when she was returning home from Church. The police found her body out in the street, surrounded by a crowd of people…but no one had bothered to call for an ambulance. They just watched her die. They watched an old woman bleed to death just because she was black and they were not. My mom tried asking for an investigation to be held so that the man that shot her could be arrested but out of a police squad of twenty-five, not one was willing to help. They said it was suicide.” Peter’s voiceshook as he stared at us. “I went to Avalon after they refused to help my mother and didn’t let my step-father inside the police station so that the other civilians don’t get scared. And they didn’t know I was there for the ‘old black lady’ because I’m White and they made fun of her. They ridiculed everyone in my family, everyone, because they are black.”

I felt tears prickle the back of my eyes and swallowed harshly. It was hard to believe that people were capable of being so cruel and inhumane. It was hard to believe that humans thought it to be perfectly alright to distinguish and condemn based on appearance. Man really was the most despicable living specie to walk on Earth. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Peter gave me a dry smile.

“I know you are. I want them to be.”
I didn’t ask who ‘them’ was.

“I want them to rue the day that this dumb prejudice began, this discrimination against both Ingenium as well as the Black people. That is why I am fighting. I will make sure that we get the respect that we deserve.”

***

[warning: cringey shit and cliche scene up ahead]

Jin clutched my hand as the airplane started moving on the runway. I didn’t say anything as I squeezed his palm and he whimpered as we gained height. He buried his nose in my shoulder and winced as his ears popped. “My- my ears,” he wheezed.

“Jin,” I groaned, placing my arm around his head and pulling him closer. I hummed against his forehead and pressed my lips on his clammy skin. “Cutie, it’s just a flight,” I mumbled.

“What if the plane crashes?”

“Namjoon will portal us out of the place before that happens.”

“What if the pilot falls asleep?” Jin wailed.

I looked into his watery brown eyes. “Do you really think that will happen?”

“What if it does?” he sniffled.

“Then we’ll sue him.”

“What if he has to go poopoo?”

“There are toilets in the flight.”

“But-”

“Jin?”

“Yeah?”

“Sweetie, I’ll protect you,” I snuggled into him. “What am I for, if you do all the worrying?”

He smiled before closing his eyes. “I love you.”

I hugged him tightly. “I love you too. Go to sleep, I’m right here.”

“You won’t leave me?” he asked suspiciously, gripping onto me harder.“I’m never leaving you, Jin. I am going to annoy you and be by your side forever.”

***

“Jin, get up,” I mumbled. “Sweetie, we reached, get up.”

He blinked groggily and shook his head, trying to equalize the pressure in his ears. “Hi,” he smiled.

“Hello,” I muttered, shaking Jimin who was sleeping with his head on my shoulder. “Jimin, we’re here.”

“Joan!” he shrieked.

“What, what?”

“They are putting bees on me!” Jimin cried. “Hey, no! Don’t put bees! I don’t want bees,” he rubbed his nose in a sudden fit of crying, tears flowing out of his closed eyes. “They bite me! They’re so mean.”

Jin giggled next to me and I shot him a dirty look. “Jimin, are there bees on you?”

“So many bees,” he wailed. “They are poking me!”

I sighed and pretended to flick the insects off his skin. “Here, I removed the bees.”

“You removed them?” he asked doubtfully.

“Yes. Poof. Gone. Removed. Dead.”

“You-you killed the bees!” Jimin’s lips quivered as he burst into tears.

“I can’t do this,” I puffed out my cheeks and sat down. “Someone else try.” No one volunteered. “I swear to God, I’ll leave him here!” Jin chuckled and I rounded on him.

“You find this funny? You find this is amusing?”

He grinned widely. “What do you think?”

I poked him hard in the chest with each word. “If you don’t wake him up and apologize to me for laughing at my plight, no kisses for you! That’s right, no kisses until you make it up to me!” I huffed and leaped into the passage and walked out of the plane after the other passengers.

Such asshats. Just because I was a girl, it didn’t mean I was in charge of being all motherly and cute and looking after them. They were all older than me, they could manage by themselves. They ought to manage by themselves, seeing as most of them were adults. I sighed as someone grabbed my arm and flipped me around. “Jin I’m not-”

“Not a word,” the black masked man warned, pointing his gun to a teary Taehyung’s head. “One measly syllable and I’ll shoot him.” I squinted behind the man’s back but I couldn’t see any of my friends. They hadn’t left the plane yet or they were captured, just like I was.

“T-They aren’t there Joan. It’s just us,” Taehyung breathed fearfully, his eyes darting to the weapon pressed into the side of his skull. He blinked rapidly, trying to stop his tears and I leaned forwards to hug him. The man moved quickly, pointing the gun to Taehyung’s foot and shooting without a second thought. I pounced on the man as my friend’s dazed shriek echoed next to me.

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A/N_

I recently found this thing where I can put these border thingie things and they look way more appealing than these upside down tables I put at the end of every chapter-

Welp I'll use them in my next book 🤠

Sorry lmaoo I kept interrupting y'all with my author's note shit in the middle of the chapter but I'm high so😔✋

It's so hot🔥
I'm so hot 🤠

I like myself so much that at times I get scared 🤩

LOVE YOURSELVES
YOU ARE IMPORTANT
YOU MATTER
PEOPLE MIGHT CALL YOU WORTHLESS AND STUPID AND UGLY BUT WHO TF CARES ABOUT THEM
THEY HAVE ROTTEN SOULS
YOU ARE AMAZING AND YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME
MARKS AREN'T EVERYTHING, STUDYING ISN'T EVERYTHING

that's not an excuse to not word hard tho lmaoo
Yes studies do suck
But you have to study
You have to try
And as long as you do, it won't matter if your marks are bad. It won't matter if you get 50 on 100. The important thing is that you tried, and you should keep trying until YOU are satisfied

If other people don't like you then fck them omfg
If you're satisfied with how you are then you should never change it or feel bad

It's oksy if you have pimples. That's just your body telling you with visible proof that you're hot. Cuz you have so much heat in your body that's why the pimples are coming-

It's okay if you're "overweight"
I put it in inverted commas because there's no such thing as overweight. There are just healthy sizes and obese which is unhealthy. And as long as you're not obese, you're not fat. You're healthy. It's just society who has decided that "skinny" people are hot
Tf?

It's rubbish.
Everyone is beautiful and calling someone hot is a very personal opinion. What you find sexy might not be sexy for someone else so it's just society being an asshat again

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote all this so if it doesn't make sense to you don't call me out okay 🤠
As aforementioned, I'm high ಥ‿ಥ

Byebye piggies ಥ_ಥ

here are hyaciths for you cuz ull are beautiful amazing people

Love you 🤩🤠

Oh wait also

This chapter is dedicated to SwxthaHatxsSnakex I swear I really forgot to reply, I didn't mean to ignore you I'm sorry ಥ‿ಥ

Don't be mad :(