Idk About You, But I’m Not Taking Any Chances 😂

Jimin: do you ever think before you speak?

Jungkook: yes, i think "haha, that's funny", and then i say it

3. George McClellan

(n) things that are known or proved to be true

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I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.

The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man.  I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little.  I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests.  I never cared about sports or cars or guns.  I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts.  I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.

It’s not physical either.  I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard.  If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume).  I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.

I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me.  I’m a man.  I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated.  I feel like a man because of something beyond that.  Something ephemeral.  So, why couldn’t others feel the same?  Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?

And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one?  Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?

Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form?  If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap?  If so, why?  Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?

Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?

Dallons leg thing, reblog if you agree

do you love the colour of the basilosaurus

the new spider-man movie feels like a hallucination—like i can’t believe it is a real movie and not a fanfiction????

7. Pearl

(n) things that are known or proved to be true

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trigger warnings: bad relationship with parents, mention of hospital and lung disease, mention of a fight, tell me if you see more

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word count: 2654

a.n.: the chapter is not proof read, and there might be some elements lost in translation from my dyslexic French brain to English. Don't hesitate if you noticed mistakes so I could correct them :]

Enjoy!

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Hello Pearl, how are you doing lately? We will have the Jeon over for lunch this Sunday. Why won't you come back home for the weekend? We love and miss you deeply, Your Mom and Dad.

You were looking at this text once again now that you were laying in your old bedroom bed. It has been a while since the last time you happened to be here, but you felt nothing. Nothing hold you back in this household, it wasn’t your home anymore.

Living with your aunt for the last years was the best thing that could happen to you. She was caring, loving, and all the things a child needs to find in a parent. If it wasn’t for the Jeon, you wouldn’t be near this house for another five years.

“Why won’t you come back home for the weekend?”

You glanced at your bag on the side of the desk. Almost empty, nothing aside from a notebook, some pens, your inhaler, and a bunch of medications. Staying wasn’t in your plans, all you were ready to do was to pretend everything between your parents and you were fine in front of the Jeon, and then go back to your dorm to complain about your day to your roommate.

You got out of the bed to sit lazily in the old desk chair, already hoping to be out of this place. Gosh, at least you wished you didn’t come for nothing. The Jeon were friends of the family, old college mates, neighbors for a long time, people you grew up with. Being only one year apart their oldest son, you were always close with the two mini Jeon, unfortunately, this endearing link you had with them disappeared when you moved away.

These thoughts made you wonder if you would see them today. You knew Jungkook was still around as you saw him a few times on the campus, but you had no idea where Junghyun was. You didn’t have a phone when you left, and you were two scared to bother your aunt if you asked her to have the Jeon’s contact, and since you didn’t talk to your parents in a long time, Junghyun situation was a complete mystery to you.

But a question hit you: would he still be your best friend if you didn’t leave everyone to live with your aunt?

You turned on your chair to face the window from where you could see his bedroom, a nostalgic wave hitting you right away. Fuck, it shouldn’t hurt so much. If only you had a phone back then, you would still be in touch to that day.

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A soft knock on your door interrupted your train of thought and you came back to reality. You though it would’ve been your mother but hearing your long-lost neighbor behind the door adding a little “knock knock” made you smile. You didn’t realize the Jeon were already there but it was the perfect timing to prevent you from falling into tears.

“You can come in,” you said loud enough for him to hear while turning your back to the cursed window.

The little-not-so-little boy you once knew slowly entered, a shy smile on his lips. “Hi noona.”

You stood up, looking at him, a bit awkward about what to do before giving in and hugging him tightly. It was the first time in a while you gave in some physical touch outside of your beloved roommate and you didn’t expect it to feel so great, but there it was, feeling like home again.

“Holy fuck, Kookie, you’ve grown up too much!” And he did. Last time you really saw each other was years ago and even if he wasn’t as small as he was when you were kids, the height difference between the two of you had drastically shifted.

You felt his arms tightened up around you as his smile grow bigger. “So I could hug you better!”

“It works,” you laughed, not ready to go out of this embrace yet. It was nice to be hugged.

“How are you doing lately?” he gently asked. “My mom told me you went to the hospital not so long ago, is everything fine now?”

The concern in his voice didn’t go unnoticed and you softened right away. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you. “My lungs like to play tricks but it’s nothing the hospital cannot handle, so I’m all good I guess?”

He looked at you with his doe eyes. “You sure I can’t give you my lungs and take yours instead?” It was the first time you heard him say that, he used to try to comfort you like that many many times back in the day.

You hit him in the arm, rolling your eyes. “Silly, you know I wouldn’t even with it on my worst enemy.”

“That’s because you’re your own worst enemy, but I totally would.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, knowing damn well it was true.

The room fell into silence for a few seconds, but it was never an awkward one. You look at him a moment, thinking of how handsome he turned out and how glad you were to spend some time with your little brother at heart again after all this time.

“Tell me, mister Jeon,” you started while you sat on the side of your old bed. “How is everything going with your classes?”

He seemed surprised that you asked at first but happily sat in your desk chair to answer you. “It’s going!” he shrugged. “I guess I’m doing fine, and I have friends I know I can count on anyway so everything is fine!”

A genuine smile appeared on your lips as he talked. “I’m happy for you buddy, you deserve to have friends like that.”

He suddenly got a bit uncomfortable. Or sad. Or both, you couldn’t tell. “I fought with them not so long ago,” he shyly admitted while looking away.

His revelation surprised you, knowing how delicate he always was back in the days. You were taken aback a little, and as your experience with people wasn’t that great, you struggled to find the right question to ask. “Was it a big fight?” He shrugged, and you continued asking. “Are things better now?”

“They are, but not completely? I’m still mad at them, I guess.” He finished hesitantly.

You bit your lower lip, awkwardly putting your hand on his shoulder. Which, by the way, made you look ridiculous as you had to bend over to reach him. “I’m sure everything will work out buddy.”

He smiled at your effort and moved closer to you so you wouldn’t hurt your arm. “Aside from the fight, they are nice people, I swear.”

You asked him more about them and his eyes started to shine when he began to tell you about how he met them and how nice they were to him. You couldn’t help to smile at this endearing story, you were glad to know he’s in good hands, feeling like a proud sister watching your younger sibling making their own friends.

“Noona?” he slowly started to ask after his story ended. You hummed to let him know you were listening and he continued. “Tell me you aren’t doing this alone, please.”

You titled your head, raising an eyebrow, wondering if he saw you being always by yourself around the campus. You bit your lip, sighing at his sad look. “I’m not doing this alone, Kookie.” You tried to reassure him. “I have my roommate aside from my aunt, and that’s enough for me.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, remembering how his brother used to share his concerns about you with him. “That’s not much,” he eventually muttered after a small silence.

“I’m fine with that number. Even back then I had my two favorite people I was comfortable with, remember?”

“Hyung misses you.” It was so sudden that Jungkook himself was surprised by his words. “He asks me about you from time to time,” he quickly added.

“I miss him too,” you finally said back in a whisper after a moment of trying to hold back your tears. You scolded yourself in your head for being so sensitive over the matter but you couldn’t help it. It was only with him where you could be your true self and it started to get harder to play pretend all the time.

Unfortunately, you still had to put through an act at the moment, and your parents decided it was the best moment to call you for lunch.

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Too many dishes were on the table and you felt overwhelmed. Steam was coming out of the bowls making it harder for you to breath properly, but you didn’t want to burden the Jeon with your complaints so you kept your mouth shut.

Once you came down the stairs closely followed by Jungkook, you were welcomed by the bright smiles of the Jeon. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until they took you into a gentle but full of love embrace.

They seemed happy to see you and you couldn’t help but smile at their bright energy, until you remember your parents were there as well. You straighten your posture and your smile faded a bit.

Everything is fine.

When everyone sat around the table, you could feel the eldest son’s absence more than anything. When you used to eat all together, Junghyun was always on your left and you would have fun while eating, including the younger one in your sweet mischiefs. But he wasn’t there anymore and you could just stare at the empty space where he would usually sit.

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You wanted to stay silent as much as possible but all the attention was on you and you couldn’t just ignore the questions you were asked. You told them how you were doing with your study, how it was sometimes – not to say always – hard to follow while dealing with your condition, how the latter was slowly getting better but you still had to go to the hospital from time to time for a checkup or because you needed to, and had to tell them that a romantic relationship was far from what you wanted at the moment.

You didn’t have much to tell them otherwise. No side job you could talk about, nor time for hobbies of any kinds, nor friends they could possibly know. Fortunately for you, they didn’t insist on asking you questions, and the attention shifted onto Jungkook when his father proudly announced he was in the basketball team and how he was the one who made them win their last match.

“I heard about it yeah, congratulations Kookie!” He shyly smiled at you and you noticed his ears were red. “I was planning on coming to support you but my lungs decided otherwise that day.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty other games you could come to! Oh, wait!” You raised an eyebrow at his sudden idea and you indeed waited for him to continue. “You could come during practice! It would be less people, less noise, less stress, so no bad for your anxiety and your lungs!”

His excitement was so endearing you couldn’t say no, and it was truly a better idea than having to stand next to sweaty strangers. “I’ll come then,” you nodded, only to see his smile widening at your answer.

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It was now the time for them to leave and you went to the door with them for a last goodbye. They were about to go after a last hug you share when you took Jungkook’s sleeve. Because Jungkook didn’t come with his parents you thought it was a great opportunity to finally shoot the shot you never managed to throw since he talked to you in the bedroom. “I should have asked you earlier but why don’t we share our numbers?” you took your phone out of your pocket. “It’ll be easier if we want to talk, don’t you think?”

A big smile appeared on his face and he happily shook his head. “Of course! That way I could also get you updated on the practice sessions and all!”

He took his phone as well and he sent you a purple heart emoji once you gave him your number, which made you smile. He asked to take a photo for your contact profile right away and you gave him your brightest smile with a V sign. Came the time for Jungkook’s contact profile photo and he decided to make a dumb face at the last second, insisting after for you to keep it that way and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“By the way buddy,” you started after you put your phone back in your pocket. “If you ever want to chat or have some food, or watch a movie or whatever, my roommate is often at her girlfriend’s lately. You can come at my dorm whenever you feel like it.”

“You live at the dorms? I never knew!” he exclaimed all smiley after hearing your proposition.

“Well, now you know,” you joked, playing with your eyebrows at the same time.

His smile got bigger when he asked “I’ll see you at the campus then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You were both silent for a few seconds before you gently pushed him, feeling like he wouldn’t move otherwise. “Come on, get home safe Kookie.”

He softly laughed, slowly backing away is his hands raised. “Don’t worry for me noona. I’m a big boy now!” And to prove his statement, he started to show off his muscles.

You were now leaning against the doorway, your arms crossed. “I’ll always worry about you, that’s what a big sister is there for, right?”

He threw you a flying kiss and you answered with finger hearts, and you watched him leave with a smile on both of your faces. You stayed there until you couldn’t see him anymore and a loud sighed left your lips.

Apart from being with your parents, the day has been great so far mostly thanks to the mini Jeon. As much as you loved him, it was draining to talk that much to somebody and you were already exhausted.

However, you were happy to see how much he grew up and what kind of man he started to become. This kid has the potential to be something big in the future and now that you saw him again – and that you were about to spend more time with him soon – you couldn’t wait to see him grow even more.

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Your mom called you and you reluctantly made your way inside the house, making sure you closed the door as silently as possible. The last thing you wanted at that moment was to hear your mother scolding you because she can’t bear loud noises.

“You seem to get well with the little one, Pearl.” You rolled your eyes when you knew you were out of sight. “What a shame his brother couldn’t be here, I remember how you used to have a soft spot for him.”

You scoffed. “You remember things about me now? Congratulations.”

“Come on Pearl, don’t be so harsh on your poor mother. I’m trying my best, you know?”

“Don’t waste your time on me,” you sighed. “I know you don’t mean it anyway.” And with that, you were climbing the stairs to go back in your old bedroom. You didn’t want to face her once more but something stopped you midway and you couldn’t help but barked at her “And don’t call me Pearl again, you have no rights too.”

Ten minutes later, you were already on your way to the campus, more than ready for a well-deserved nap you’ll take before you could find the energy to complain to your beloved roommate.

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There it is, my first written chapter! For the little story, the conversation OC and Jungkook have in the bedroom is the very first thing I've written for Facts and I'm glad to share it with you today. I can't wait to show you more of their relationship!

Unfortunately, it was the last update until August, and I won't have much access to Tumblr during the next two weeks :(

However, feel free to use the ask and tell box during that time (or even after, of course), I'll try my best to answer when I come back!

I 💜 you,

It was Neth talking to you, take care :]

1. The Girl With a Pearl Earring

(n) things that are known or proved to be true

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