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I have my own comics to be working on but this comic is haunting like a dead wife -_-
I was too lazy to digitalize all or my doodles
Also you can let me know if the reds are bad. I'm moderately red-green color blind and alittle worried its all brown or something.
Virtual/Reality
Author’s note: I was messing around with writing styles during that 14-hour-drive my family took after Christmas. This is one of the results of that that I ended up kind of liking.
Fandom: Sanders Sides, shockingly
Summary: Virgil and his online friend, Princey, have been chatting online for years. Princey wants to bring their virtual friendship to the real world, but Virgil isn’t sure that’s a good idea.
Warnings: Insecurity about appearance (birthmarks specifically), and maybe teasing about typos? I don’t know if that bothers people. I don’t think there are any others.
Word count: 616
Writing Masterpost!
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PrinceCharming is online.
PrinceCharming: Hey!!
PrinceCharming: Wanna know what my 2019 resolution is?
New-Year-New-Fear: Shrinking your head back to normal size?
PrinceCharming: Pfft.
PrinceCharming: Ur funny
New-Year-New-Fear: I try
PrinceCharming: Anygay. As I was saying,
PrinceCharming: Before u so rudely interupted me
PrinceCharming: I wanna meet u!!
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(Virgil tapped his finger on the side of his laptop uncertainly for a moment. His eyes kept drifting back to the misspelled “interrupted” in one of Princey’s most recent messages, something which his little brother would have surely already pointed out. But Virgil chose another way to deflect.)
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New-Year-New-Fear: You already know me
PrinceCharming: u dork
PrinceCharming: u know I meant in PERSON
New-Year-New-Fear: lame
PrinceCharming: ????
New-Year-New-Fear: you can think of a better one than that
PrinceCharming: Well maybe I dont want to.
New-Year-New-Fear: Are you sure?
PrinceCharming: Yeah come on. Itll be great!! Weve known eachother for how llong?
New-Year-New-Fear: You really need to turn on autocorrect
PrinceCharming: Mabe I will if u stopignoring mee !
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(Virgil let his head fall back against his headboard and rolled his eyes. He knew that Princey was probably playing up the typos now just because he knew they bothered him. The majority would likely mysteriously disappear when he started playing along.)
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New-Year-New-Fear: :P
PrinceCharming: We’ve known eachother for how long?
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(See that? Princey was using apostrophes now.)
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New-Year-New-Fear: Years
PrinceCharming: Years!! and I still don’t know what u look liek
New-Year-New-Fear: I don’t look liek anything
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(God, now he was acting like Logan.)
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PrinceCharming: LIKE OK LIKE
PrinceCharming: Isn’t it time we met for real?
New-Year-New-Fear: I mean
New-Year-New-Fear: I guess
PrinceCharming: Sth wrong?
New-Year-New-Fear: I’m just not sure it’s a good idea for us to meet in person
PrinceCharming: I’m not an aaxe murderer… pinkie promse
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(Virgil reached up a hand and trailed his fingers absently along his face and neck, along the slightly mottled patterns there. He couldn’t see the birthmark at the moment, but he knew it was there. The gazes of strangers and even his family and friends never let him forget. Virgil even styled his hair to cover as much of it as he could. Princey never stared, though. He couldn’t: not when he didn’t even know it was there.)
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PrinceCharming: Doom and Gloom? U there?
New-Year-New-Fear: I’m here
PrinceCharming: We don’t have to meet if you really don’t want to.
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(Virgil let out a long breath.)
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New-Year-New-Fear: sorry
PrinceCharming: Its okay. Just a silly idea.
New-Year-New-Fear: No it wasn’t. I’m just not ready.
PrinceCharming: Ur good
New-Year-New-Fear: I made it awkward didn’t I
PrinceCharming: No no no. I’m the one who asked.
New-Year-New-Fear: Sorry Princey
PrinceCharming: …
PrinceCharming: Roman
New-Year-New-Fear: What?
PrinceCharming: Well if we don’t get to meet eachother yet I figured id at least give u my actual name.
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(Virgil groaned, covering his face with his hands for a second before resigning himself to a choice. He returned his hands to the keyboard.)
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New-Year-New-Fear: So I guess
New-Year-New-Fear: If we’re like sharing and caring or whatever
New-Year-New-Fear: I’m Virgil
PrinceCharming: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PrinceCharming: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PrinceCharming: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
New-Year-New-Fear: Dude, you’re gonna crash the chat or something
PrinceCharming: Worth it!!
New-Year-New-Fear: Anyway sorry to stomp all over your idea
PrinceCharming: Don’t worry about it u anxious little nightmare. Happy new year.
New-Year-New-Fear: Happy New Year
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(The two of them moved on to play some online multiplayer games after that. Princey—Roman—didn’t bring up the topic of meeting in person again. Virgil was glad for that, but he had to admit, if any of his online friends would be non-judgmental about his appearance, it would be Roman. Maybe he would take him up on his idea one day. But that day wasn’t today, and that was fine.)
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Don’t Fall for Fiction
Fandom: Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Rated: G
Words: 3425
Series: She Dreamt, She Wrote
Summary: Jimin falling in love with you too is but a dream.
Have you ever wished to dive into the universe of a certain book?
The book club she joined sure promises to grant that wish – literally.
Well, kind of.
It’s better described as an exclusive, more advanced Virtual Reality café that specializes on letting its members live in worlds that books create – a process they call “Reading”. Old and new books, in a supernatural location or just set in a different country, you could visit them all. And whether you finish the book’s timeline or unfortunately die in the middle of it (or more unluckily, in the beginning), you are guaranteed multiple chances for a do-over.
And just like the experience of reading a book, you are allowed to take breaks. You get directed to stops – “bookmarks,” as the club members would call them – that are separate from the book universes. Accessible from the drop-down menu you can conjure with a specific swipe of the hand and a direct command to the brain, bookmarks house small societies that give you the comfort and entertainment you need to prep you for the next book, or calm you down as the climax approaches. The catch, though, is that you can’t fall asleep in there. Otherwise, you wake up back to the real world – your progress in your current book universe won’t be disrupted, but you can never return to that bookmark again.
She had joined the book club as a beta-tester – thus earning a privilege to pay discounted fees – in high school, and while she skipped a half year of Reading to focus on her studies, she’s become active again well after she graduated. Life is harsh, so she had decided to put off college until she gets enough money saved for tuition. But since she just can’t get a decent job yet, Reading has become a form of stress relief.
Hence, she is being assigned her fifth bookmark this year. She has never messed up this much, and she’s not even one to break rules. But hard times have been coming at her left and right lately, so she just can’t help but fall asleep because of the comforting bookmark societies.
She enters a garden. To her left is a patio of a white mansion where, as if on cue, three girls emerge to greet her.
Julie, Jessie, and Jenny introduce themselves as sisters (despite the varying hair colors and very different facial structures) and chat her up as they lead her to the living room, where all the other ‘sisters’ are lounging on the big, white leather couches. Everyone’s clad in cocktail dresses and donning heavy makeup (despite the afternoon sun still shining from the floor-to-ceiling windows), and laid out on the glass coffee table are a few bottles of wine and a plate of sliced cheese.
Having decided to visit before she starts on a new book, she had come in only sweatpants and a shirt – not the attire she would’ve had in the book universe she was about to enter.
She had never been a part of a sorority, much less attended any high-class party at all. But these girls are so welcoming and easy to talk to, that she doesn’t feel inferior at all. They even ask if she wants to be dolled up, and at her “yes, if it’s not too much of a bother,” they lead her upstairs and into a walk-in closet. She however opts for light makeup, for she is not supposed to stay here long today.
She returns downstairs and back out the patio, because most of the girls had decided to get some sun into their system.
And sitting on a white garden chair is a new addition to the group – so out of place but at the same time isn’t – wearing a light blue hoodie and clutching a handheld game console of the same color.
“Jimin!” Jenny, the sister she’s been shadowing, calls out to the boy.
The boy stops laughing and turns to them, his black hair almost concealing his eyes. “Oh, hello!” He smiles softly and waves at her, then pronounces her name as if confirming if he’s gotten it right. As she nods, he turns his head towards the sisters. “Why didn’t you tell me it’s today?”
“It’s not like we know if a day had already passed here, don’t we?” one of them replies.
She is given the chair next to Jimin’s. Their conversations continue, mostly about her and the book universes she had visited, as programmed. But she just can’t help but steal glances at the only male in the group, who, after learning her name, had returned to his game. From time to time, though, he quips short comments and participates in back-and-forth banter, surprisingly keeping up.
Alas, the sisters decide to retreat to the living room and put some music that would brighten up the forever-afternoon. It is then that Jessie taps her shoulder to ask, “Are you perhaps infatuated by our little brother?”
Of course. He’s a very attractive guy, with permanently rosy cheeks contrasting with his laid-back demeanor, a cute laugh, and a smile that makes his eyes disappear. And, well, she’d once read that a guy would sit or stand facing you when they’re interested in you, and Jimin is doing exactly that right now, albeit only lifting his eyes every now and then to look at anyone else but her.
Jessie doesn’t wait for an answer and instead pulls her to her feet. “Look, I know we are fun company, but you also have some Reading to do. Jimin, do you mind?”
“Hm?” Jimin immediately pauses his game and looks up. Understanding Jessie’s gestures, he nods and pockets his console. “Sure.” He smirks as he locks eyes with her for only the second time that day, holding out his arm for her to link with. “I’ll walk you.”
It’s not customary to spend more time in bookmarks than in actual book universes. Everyone’s too busy with living in their books than socializing with people modeled after actual persons in the real world. The idea has been conceived as weird – borderline creepy – but it seems like she alone finds it interesting. And so, she really tries to befriend them. She would even try her best to find these people in the real world, yet her circumstances would prevent her from making good progress.
And that’s also why it’s very heartbreaking for her to be blocked from a bookmark forever, just for the club’s sole reason of having a variety.
A month later, she had lived through three books while simultaneously visiting the garden patio bookmark. She had become good friends with Jimin. He’s still usually immersed in his game, rarely ever seen without his console. Personally, she would find this rude, but since this is Jimin, she could make exceptions. Besides, it’s not like he ignores her. He could answer any question she raises and respond whenever needed without losing a round.
One day, for the first time since she came there, time becomes… slow.
Scratch that.
It’s gotten boring.
She doesn’t drink wine, claiming it would make her feel drowsy after a long day of Reading. And the conversations can sometimes be repetitive. The music is fit to her tastes, but even that could get dragging.
She feels a nudge on her shoulder.
“Don’t sleep,” Jimin grins at her.
“I won’t.”
“Sure.”
She playfully rolls her eyes, then turns to look at the sisters. “I don’t want to be re-assigned again. I don’t want to never see you guys anymore.”
Jimin hums. “That’s good. I also don’t want that.”
She gives him a side-glance to find that he isn’t smirking.
He’s staring at her intently. “D-do you want to go upstairs?”
She fake-gasps. “Park Jimin, what are you planning to do?”
He visibly blushes, but proceeds to pull her up from the couch. “Come on.”
“Very pushy, huh? I didn’t even say yes.”
“Oh?” one of the sisters notices the sudden movement of the only people sitting around. “Getting impatient, Jiminie?”
“Shut up,” he mutters, not letting go of her hand. When Jimin turns back to her however, his expression had become apologetic. “Sorry, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She laughs. “Nah, I’m just kidding.” She then waves at the curious girls and leads the way to the stairs. Once out of earshot, she whispers to the boy, “I think you’re more fun company today, anyway.”
He puts an arm around her shoulders when they reach the top of the stairs. But maybe that’s just because she had headed straight to the right of the hallway, when Jimin’s room is actually at the left side.
“Why is your room so dim?” she asks when they sit by Jimin’s study desk.
“So I could sleep.”
“Won’t it be dangerous for me, then?”
“My skills will keep you awake, I promise you.” Jimin wiggles his brows at her.
She scoffs. “Okay, then. Show me what you’ve got.”
True enough, Jimin’s technique at the game has her mesmerized. It is some sort of rhythm game, and because of his high level, he now has the ability to slow the song down and catch the otherwise impossible notes, then resume his fast taps once that boost ends. And that’s just one of many skills in one of many games.
But already she’s exclaiming, “That’s amazing, Jimin!”
“Pfft. That’s what I’ve been doing all this time!”
Her hands reach out to tickle his sides as she coos, “And you seem to forget it’s my first time to see you play, huh? Huh? Huh?”
Jimin’s smug expression instantly gives way to his eye smile, his giggles resounding through the dim room.
She realizes what she’s doing, then, and stops. Yet when she tries to pull away, she finds herself getting propelled closer to him, face consequently smushing against Jimin’s chest.
Her muffled whines make him chuckle as he wraps an arm around her waist to secure her in place.
They stay silent for a while.
“Don’t sleep,” he then gently reminds her.
“I won’t.”
Yet he feels her getting heavier. “Hey.”
“I… I don’t want to leave.”
“Well, if you’re really tired today, I’ll walk you to the entrance so you could go back to your world. Instead of risking falling asleep here.”
“But Jimin, I don’t want to leave.”
“We still have tomorrow. Or later, once you wake up refreshed. You’re always free to come back here. You know that, right?”
She shakes her head. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to leave anymore. I just want to stay here with you.”
Jimin gently says her name.
“I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what I feel.”
“And I feel the same way. Or maybe that means we’re both crazy?”
She laughs, and then pauses. Of course. He’d say something like that because he’s programmed to comfort a Reader. “Would you miss me if I go forever?”
“Yes, of course.”
“But what if I retire from the club?”
“Then you’ll have to ask the creators to model a character after you, and then put her here. So when we get the next Reader, they won’t fall in love with me, because I’m already taken.”
“You are not my boyfriend.” She smiles when he laughs, snuggling closer and holding her tongue from voicing out her doubts. “And besides, that won’t be me.”
“That’s okay, because you will find me in the real world anyway.”
“How can you be so sure? I’ve told you I’ve never been successful with that.”
Jimin lifts her chin up and leans forward until their foreheads touch, staring at her in the eyes again so intently. “Trust me, baby.”
Then, filled with a foreboding feeling, they do the most reasonable thing to do at this moment. The feather-light kisses were soft and gentle, but at the same time, filled with need and sadness. With each firm but short smack, two hearts crack, even if she believes only one of them actually beats. Alas, she breaks away and hides her face back on his shoulder.
“You can stay,” Jimin says after a few short seconds, as if he had to break out of a daze first. He kisses the top of her head.
“And you can continue your game.”
“Ah, yes, you are going to make me level down, I swear.”
“I didn’t know I’m distracting you that much.”
“Ever since the first day, sweetie.”
She wraps her arms around him and pinches his side. “Stop those pet names. You’ll make me fall in love.”
“Aren’t you already?”
“Game. Now.” She presses START.
Jimin yelps in surprise. “Jagi! Don’t ever do that!” But the game master is back in his element, so it’s not really difficult for him to clear a round. He lightly squeezes her arm when he does.
She only smiles. “Keep playing.”
“Alright, just one last game for you. Then I’ll walk you to the entrance, okay?”
“Okay.”
Before he presses START, he leans down to press a soft kiss on her nose. “I love you.”
Her eyes widen, and then she smiles again. “That’s nice to hear.”
Jimin raises a brow.
“I love you too.”
He smiles back then straightens up, turning back to his game.
Jimin is warm. So warm and comfortable. The warmth she needs everyday. The warmth that tells her everything would be okay. The warmth she needs to feel to forget all her worries even for a short while.
“Oh no,” she says once she opens her eyes to the darkness of the VR headset.
She quits the day after.
Reading is fun, but she has to face the real world. She has to save up, get back to school, and pursue an actual career.
But of course, since it is her last day, she takes the risk of asking if she could: 1) request to add a character in a bookmark; 2) be used as a model for said character to be put in a bookmark of her choice; and 3) ask for more information about a Park Jimin.
Surprisingly, the first two requests are actually possible, and she isn’t even questioned why. Apparently, the time a user spends in book universes and bookmarks is monitored. She just now discovers that when they give her its final tally, which determines how much would be refunded from her annual membership fee.
She would have flushed out of embarrassment, but she’s more focused on how they’d answer her third request – the riskiest one, because it would invade the actual Park Jimin’s privacy.
Instead, she is given a weird look, even laughed at. The girl at the counter turns to the programmer behind her and says, “Hey, someone finally got Park freaking Jimin’s bookmark! I still can’t believe you made one!”
Now is the time to blush, maybe more intensely because this adds to her earlier embarrassment.
“Have you been living under a rock?”
“Huh?”
“Just search him up. For sure, you’d know all you need.”
And that’s how she spent the rest of the week – listening to Bangtan Sonyeondan’s songs right from the very first era (of course getting drawn to Jimin’s sweet voice and high notes), watching performances (muffling her squeals when he lifts and RIPS his shirt off) and Bangtan Bombs (her stomach aching from all the laughs and her heart melting from all the solo Jimin moments), and even joining the fancafe (but never once had the courage to reply to Jimin’s posts).
She’s gotten more smitten, but at the same time, anxious. This Jimin is not the one she had met and hung out with in the fictional white mansion. This is a real person, who has emotions and a mind of his own.
His plump lips are not the same ones she kissed. He is not the Jimin who told her that he loves her.
He is not her Jimin.
That week she had apparently planned to use for job-hunting is only salvaged by her mother knocking on her bedroom door to mention a nearby café currently short of people manning the counter.
“You would love to work there, I swear,” her mother says.
And why wouldn’t she? One side of the cafe is practically a shrine for Jimin, the walls and shelves filled with lots of knickknacks owned by the guy – One Piece figurines, the HipHop Monster version of himself, a doll of himself, his drawings, official signed albums and posters, framed and non-framed pictures (of course, there has to be one of him lifting his shirt up). There’s also a wall for fans to stick Post-it messages for him.
It’s a café owned by Jimin’s dad.
Her experience as a part-timer in cafés before had helped her easily score the position, to which she is very grateful. Not only does she get to gaze at the Jimin memorabilia during breaks, Mr. Park – the very proud father – also has a lot of stories about his son (she also gets teased a bit, for she’s not exactly good at hiding her crush).
She doesn’t know if she’d last here before she even gets to see Jimin in person, considering his too-busy schedule and her stroke of bad luck in workplaces, but she’d be lying if she said she’s not hopeful.
Then one night after her shift, she hears an unfamiliar – yet also very familiar – voice float from the counter and into the staff room she’s currently in.
“Can I stay he – oh.”
She freezes.
Park Jimin, clad in a simple shirt-and-jeans ensemble and a beanie hiding what she presumes to be his new hair color, is in the same room with her, breathing the same air as her. The real Park Jimin in the flesh, just a few meters from where her feet are rooted in place.
“Hi,” he waves then pronounces her name in a way that’s very nostalgic for her. “You’re the new employee, right?”
She could only nod.
He tries to avert his eyes. “And I… uh, heard that you… well, like m- BTS. Yeah, you like our group.”
“I…”
At the sound of her voice, Jimin looks back at her quite expectantly.
“I… finally found you.”
Jimin’s eyes grow wide. “Woah, hey, um…”
“Jimin.” She tries to wipe her free-flowing tears away. “It’s you. It’s really you.”
“Y-yes, it’s me?” Seeing no sign of her stopping from crying anytime soon, Jimin quickly closes their distance to stand right in front of her, his pretty bare face and tufts of orange hair peeking out of the beanie now at plain sight. “Are you okay?”
She starts to sob.
Jimin panics even more, feeling his pockets for a handkerchief. He steps even closer to gently dry her tears. “Please don’t cry.”
She eventually quiets down, comforted and startled by how much this Jimin’s warmth is so similar to the same one she’d been engulfed in a week ago.
Jimin smiles at her. “It’s okay. It’s not everyday you get to see your favorite idol right in front of you.”
She giggles. It’s a good thing he mistook her tears for a fangirl’s outburst.
“To be fair, I’m also a little nervous. It’s not a usual thing for me to meet a fan just by myself… ah, I’m sorry. You work here and I should treat you as an employee and I—“
“It’s okay.” She smiles. If that is so, anything he says would be unpracticed and straight from his very own heart and mind, right? “I’m the one who made things weird, so I’m sorry about that. How about we just start over?”
The crease in his brows disappears and he takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’m Jimin. And no, I’m not the idol! Everyone says I look so much like him. Do you think so, too?”
She merely rolls her eyes, but her smile stays, if not growing wider.
He chuckles, his eyes flashing an emotion she can’t decipher yet, before he continues, “And you are?”
She tells him her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Again.
Who knows if finding Jimin in the real world means their fates are intertwined, or if this may just be their first and last time seeing each other? Mixing up fiction and reality can be dangerous. But a dream-like moment such as this is something she knows she’d treasure forever.
Not all kinds of love are meant to be reciprocated nor made known, but at this one point in her life, Jimin only sees her. And somehow, that is enough.
Can't wait for chapter 3 man
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