I Never Thought I Could Cry Multiple Times In Twelve Minutes. Excellent Short Film.

I never thought I could cry multiple times in twelve minutes. excellent short film.

Hey guys! I was lucky enough to have been part of this project as an animator. Please check it out if you can, it just came out on Netflix! 💛

someday // l.t.y.

summary: several years after high school, when you and your peers have all established careers, you get invited to your graduating class reunion.

pairing: lee taeyong x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: exes!au, angst, some closure.

a/n: mentions of alcohol, UNEDITED

You knew this day would come, but not this soon.

It feels like it came fast when in reality it’s been almost seven years since you graduated from high school. It took a handful of odd jobs after receiving your bachelor’s degree, but you were able to land a position as an accountant. With your hard work, you’ve slowly climbed up the ladder to where you now serve as the finance director of the firm you work for. Your salary is handsome, as per your standards, and you were recently able to afford a nice apartment. It was only after your move that you visited your parents on the other side of the city where they handed you the envelope in your hands. It was an invitation to your high school reunion.

That's how, fast forward a week later, you found yourself standing in front of your old high school gymnasium. You see people walking towards the entrance and feel stupid because most of them seem to be going with another person, maybe a friend they would keep in touch with or a significant other. Maybe you should have coaxed one of your co-workers and bribed them with drinks or something afterward. Too late now, you thought, as you sighed and made your way to the entrance. Upon arrival, the first thing you notice is the reasonably large group of people scattered throughout the room. It’s dark and the only light sources are the few disco ball lamps projecting multicolored circles throughout the perimeter of the room. You squint to try to make out people when seconds later, your thoughts are interrupted by a shrill, “Y/N!” You turn your head towards the sound and find an adult Jisoo approaching you. Jisoo was one of your closest friends you kept in touch with for a while but lost contact with a couple of years into college. “Jisoo, is that you? Oh my god, it’s been ages! How are you?” you hugged her, and she began to share how shortly after graduating college, she applied for a job as a photographer at a fashion agency, but she ended up landing a job as a model. Long story short, Jisoo was now a thriving model. “I’m so happy for you!” you gush with sincerity and she gets shy, combing her fingers through her hair. She tells you that she may have just landed her big break, about to fill you in on details when an oh-so-familiar voice cuts her off. “Hey guys,” you turn around and your eyes meet Lee Taeyong.

Taeyong and Y/N: the “dream team” as they used to call you back in high school. You shared a long and valuable relationship with him, dating almost throughout all of high school. That's why when people heard that you split up, they were more shocked than they would have liked to admit. it was a rather nasty breakup that was not mutual at first; he had gotten into his dream university located across the country while you chose to stay in your home city for college. You didn't want to stop him from achieving his dreams of becoming a pediatric dietitian; you would have hated yourself for acting that selfish. Therefore, you thought things could work via long-distance and they did for a while, but the harsh realities like not being able to hold each other in your hard times set in faster than you wanted to admit. Your schedules were becoming increasingly incompatible, and it became difficult for either one of you to grasp onto the relationship. You both watched as it slowly slipped away from your hands. Taeyong was the one to pull the trigger, and with heavy hearts, the two of you officially parted ways.

You have not contacted each other since then. Now, the two of you stand face to face, and you see an emotion in his eyes that you don’t recognize. Perhaps it’s because you successfully managed to forget the negative memories from all the ones you still have of him. Or maybe you just forgot how to read him. “Uh, Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you to show up,” he awkwardly rubs his hands together as he slowly shifts his gaze around the room. “Yeah, I wasn’t going to come, but I decided to come just for the fun of it. Bit of a last-minute decision, actually.” Jisoo could sense the tension in the air and playfully scoffed, “really? Y/N, I thought you weren’t the type of person to make last-minute decisions. You used to grill me for doing that all the time.” You notice the surprise looming on Taeyong's face; he must’ve been taken aback by your statement too. You turn away from his careful gaze before coldly replying, “people change over time, I guess.”

After Jisoo finds someone else to catch up with, you quickly excuse yourself to the bar to grab a glass of punch because there is no way in hell that you want to be left alone with Taeyong right now. The walk over to the bar is a little difficult, mainly due to the lack of light, but you manage to make it without bumping into anyone else. as you pour your punch in a cup, someone clears their throat in front of you. “Johnny Suh!” you gasp, a smile forming on your face. Johnny and you used to be neighbors in high school but right after graduation, he and his family moved to Chicago. You were very sad at the departure of one of your only friends, so you were beyond thrilled to see him again. You shuffle around the table to give him a hug that he gladly reciprocated. “I thought I saw you walk in. how are you, Y/N?”

“I’ve been well. Busy, but well. When did you get back?” He tells you that he recently got a job at an accounting firm, right here in the city. When you ask him where he says the name of your firm. “No way! I work there, too!” Johnny lights up at this, you talk about the work-life, how the people are, and share your experiences.

You fail to notice that across the room, a pair of eyes have been following you ever since you left them alone a few moments ago. Taeyong watches, with a pained gaze, as you reciprocate what is obvious flirtatious behavior from Johnny. Truthfully, when Johnny moved away, Taeyong remembers being a little happy on the inside, because he wouldn’t have to hear you talk about him so much. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Johnny harbored a small crush on you. When he brought it up, you used to throw your head back in laughter, before pinching his cheeks and calling him cute. That same feeling begs to ignite again, but his head is quicker than his heart, as it forces him to look down at the thin silver band wrapped around the ring finger of his right hand. You’ve moved on, he hears, and he tucks his hand into his pocket. Someone walks over to him and captures his attention, pushing the thoughts of you and what could have been to the back of his head.

Johnny gets a call from someone, so he excuses himself from your company, leaving you standing amidst the terrible background music and a half-full cup of punch in your hand. You figure you can go grab some fresh air right about now, so you meander off to the door, before stepping out onto the concrete outside. The cool summer breeze is comfortable against your arms but out of habit you fold them together, the cup of punch firmly held in your palm. You close your eyes and exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Care if I join you?” Taeyong’s voice rings, shattering the silence you developed briefly. Opening your eyes, you clear your throat before saying, “be my guest.” Taeyong stands next to you, and once he’s in the light you’re able to get a better look at him. The last time you saw Taeyong, his hair was much shorter and cleanly trimmed. He had innocence in his eyes that twinkled with every step. The version of him standing next to you was definitely more mature; there’s a shadow of smile lines and crow’s feet on the side of his face you see, his hair has grown out quite a bit and you can make out the sharpness of his cheekbone and jaw naturally contouring his face.

“Some things never change, right?” He says out of the blue and you cough to offset the growing embarrassment you feel. He’s referring to how you used to zone out into your thoughts when you stared at him, usually from the side. He would always be able to pick up on it, teasing you relentlessly. “Have you been well?” “Did you move back here?” The both of you asked at the same time to one another, awkwardly laughing off the collision of your questions before you said, “you first.” Taeyong nodded, “I moved back here almost a year ago actually. I was transferred to a small hospital and they knew I was from here, so they figured it was easier to send someone who had a feel for the demographic.” You bit your lip, and he continued, “I didn’t realize how much I missed this city. It was only after I moved back that I felt like this is where home was all along. How about you, did you ever leave?” You shook your head, “I had all my opportunities here, so I never felt the need to go anywhere. I have been perfectly happy and I never felt better,” and as you speak, you notice Taeyong pull his hand out of his pocket to scratch his ear and light reflects the ring resting nicely on his ring finger. You try not to let your eyes widen too much, but you can’t help it if your heart shatters in your chest. “You’re engaged.” Taeyong winced at the change in your tone; he wanted to avoid this topic. “Uh, yeah. Yes, I am.” You attempt to play it off, looking away from his analyzing gaze. “Who’s the lucky person?” Taeyong looks outward with a certain fondness as he recalls details of his significant other. He says they met in one of his classes, saying they “were the best friend he never had”. You listened on as your walls started to break.

“I proposed shortly after I found out I was transferred here. They moved here with me, actually.” You nodded, recognizing all too well this feeling growing in you. It was reminiscent of how you felt when you broke up with him, but this was much more intense. You painfully exhaled and you knew he could sense it. “Happy for you. I really am,” you managed to say without letting your voice crack. Taeyong was always very straightforward with you, and it didn’t surprise you when he said, “Y/N, I was in the darkest place when we broke up. They helped me get out of that. I know it was not an easy decision to make, which is why I want you to know that you will always have a place in my heart. We spent so many years together, it’s natural that you and I will always be something special.” You turn the other way, and this time, you can’t stop the tears from falling. You couldn’t face him anymore because you don’t want to reveal to him that a big part of you still wanted him. Seeing that ring on his finger and hearing him gush about his partner reaffirmed all that. Now, all you wanted to do was to get out of there. “I’ll be honest, sometimes it still feels like I haven’t gotten over you. Even if I did. Know that I will always love you and that you’ll always have a piece of me.” Taeyong says, and a small whimper leaves you. “I’m a mess, Taeyong,” you croak. “I built this strong wall and convinced myself that I was okay. Tonight you’ve proved me wrong. I tried time and time again to find someone else to introduce into my life but no one comes close.” You finally wipe your eyes and turn back to face Taeyong to find silent tears trailing down his face. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight if I’m being honest. I needed to get this off my chest. I’m sorry for everything, Y/N.”

You breathe, the final bit of teardrops sitting at your waterline. “Thank you, Taeyong. For everything, but especially the memories. I know I can’t fall out of love with you overnight, and I certainly will not ask you to do anything selfish. You know that I just want you to be happy, and if they make you happy, that’s all that matters.” Taeyong wants to reach out to wipe your tears, but he’s afraid he’ll cross a line he set for himself. “Would you still want to be friends? For old times’ sake,” Taeyong asks, hoping you’ll say yes. You feel conflicted but you say, “you’re going to need to give me time, Taeyong. I need to sort things out in terms of relationships, and right now, I don’t think I can take being your friend. That’s going to lead to me wishing terrible things on you two, and I don’t want to jeopardize a relationship that is strong enough as it is. Please, don’t force me to befriend you when I’m broken.” Taeyong is hurt, but the rational voice in his head is telling him that you are doing the right thing. “It’s getting late,” you muster the courage to say, “I should head out but I’m glad you got the closure you needed.” Taeyong offered to walk you to your car, and you don’t know if you can take any more heartbreak, but you let him walk you anyway. The tears are gone for now, but they’ll come back. Taeyong hesitates, “Do you want to meet up for lunch or something anytime soon?” You unlock your door and open it before turning to him. There’s a glint of hope in his eye, and you smile meekly, “maybe but not soon, Taeyong. When I’m ready. I hope you can understand.” He nods almost instantly, and you’re grateful for his reaction. “I’ll see you someday,” you tell him and he nods, waving to you as you start your car and leave, whispering under his breath “someday.”

a/n: AHHH my first ever long scenario. this was much easier to do than a series lol but I’m nervous! I would appreciate any and all feedback you guys have for me, and thank you for reading it!

Keep the educating yourself and stand with the Palestinians 🇵🇸❤️

[8:51 p.m.]

*UNEDITED*

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. while it was the way you wanted it to be for the most part (you got to spend a wonderful evening with namjoon and the others at a nice italian restaurant) there was just one problem. sitting right across from you was jungkook and his new girlfriend. scratch that, his new girlfriend that you did not know about.

after spending two years pining over jungkook, you had planned to confess to him tonight. after they were on tour for half a year, you thought it would be perfect to confess to him on your birthday. the funny thing is they’d all known about it to, the boys. you spoke to namjoon on the phone about it prior to the dinner, telling him how nervous you were to finally tell jungkook how you felt about him. it was astonishing to see how practically everyone around you knew about your crush on him, except him. he managed to miss the way your eyes held infatuation for him, or how you left lingering touches here and there. the boys knew you were whipped for him, but it felt like a slap in the face to you all because he kept the relationship hidden from all of you. you could tell the boys were shocked when she showed up, but mostly you could see the pity in their eyes for you.

“jinah and I met on tour. she’s the assistant to one of our designers,” jungkook says after sipping his wine. he delved into a conversation with his new beau but in all honesty you zoned out after you noticed how he looked at her with lovey-dovey eyes. you mindlessly twirled your spaghetti on your fork and attempted to focus your attention to hoseok who was sharing his experience with going to a dog park in one of the cities they toured in. to your left, seokjin’s laughter overtakes hoseok’s voice, and to your right, jimin finishes his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin. watching your absentminded actions, taehyung, sitting across from jimin says, “y/n, you seem lost, all okay?” jimin shoots a stern look to the man, but it’s pointless because you’re on the hot seat. all eyes are on you and in a panic, you only look up from your plate to lock eyes with jungkook. he’s trying to analyze your gaze, but before he figures anything out you quickly flit your eyes on taehyung.

“just really glad you guys are here,” you say with a tight lipped smile. you pick up your glass of wine and take a sip to avoid answering anything else. everyone at the table knows not to say anything. well, all except one, as usual. “you know we wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, y/n. your friendship means a lot to us.” jungkook’s words shoot you like a bullet, and you feel jimin rub your knee in an effort to comfort you. you turn to him and give him a small smile but he sees the sadness in your gesture.

after dinner, you stand outside the restaurant and ask the boys if they want to head back to your place just to chill; but before anyone could say anything, jungkook interjected. “actually, jinah and I wanted to go grab some coffee at a place across town so I will see you sometime later. oh, and y/n,” he approaches you, jinah standing closely behind him. he reaches into his pocket and pulls a velvet box, before stretching his hand out to you. you take the box and curiously open it and your eyes widen when you see a thin sliver chain with your birthstone as a pendant perfectly glistening in the light of the restaurant sign. “jungkook, it’s beautiful.” he smiles, bunny teeth and all. “I can put it on you if you’d like,” he offers and for a second you want to forget that jinah is standing there. you want the moment to be one you can capture and store in your memory forever, just for you. but the reality of the situation is that you snap your gaze towards jinah, who looks kind of uneasy. as it seemed like her boyfriend and his “girl friend” were getting too close for her comfort. you exhale shakily, “maybe not now. I don’t wanna keep you from jinah.” you see something flash across his gaze but you’re not reading too much into it. instead you just thank him for the gift and wave to them before they walk away and leave you all there.

“y/n, we’re so sorry that we ruined your night,” hoseok mumbles. “you guys didn’t do anything; you guys didn’t even know about it,” you say but how convincing do you sound? your voice wavers and your eyes burn. you shove the velvet box in your pocket, although you’re not too rough with it because at the end of the day, it’s a gift from jungkook. “we can still go to your place, if you want,” jimin starts, but you shake your head. “it’s fine. just take me home, I wanna be alone.” taehyung whimpers at your state; the girl who meant so much to them was sad on her birthday. “y/n, please don’t cry,” he says, and you don’t wanna cry, but you feel a tear slide down your face anyway. namjoon is quick to see it, so he approaches you to wipe it away before cupping your face. “no one deserves this, y/n, but especially not you.” yoongi says from behind him, “we’re always here for you, know that.” you sniff and look up teary eyed at namjoon. “I know you guys are. thank you, but I really just wanna go home.” they are slightly disappointed, you can tell, but they don’t argue with you. you all go to the black vehicle parked away from the crowds and jimin drives you home.

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. you would have jungkook by your side, and you would go out with the boys and have a fun night. but things can’t always work out the way we want them to, they say. such is life, and that’s the thought that echoes in your head as you get into your apartment. you lock the door and immediately throw yourself on your bed, crying your heart out on the night that was supposed to be about you.

a/n: it’s been a while. thanks for sticking around

this is your not so friendly reminder that Gal Gadot has openly supported the IDF and posted a picture with the hashtags “we are right” and “I love the IDF” following a bombing of Gaza that left innocent Palestinians - including children - dead.

She directly and openly supports a genocidal state that oppresses and strips rights away from Palestinians on a daily basis.

So fuck her, fuck her “I want my neighbors to be safe” narrative that is simply untrue based on her past actions, and fuck white feminists for trying to paint her as this “girlboss!!!!!!” because she plays Wonder Woman.