Read 'em and Weep! {NA JAEMIN}

ONE

"But that's mean, and like I said- it's really good," Jaemin pouted. On the one hand, he knew they were right, but on the other hand he felt it would be a really selfish thing to do. "I know the author is anonymous, but it feels wrong."

"Oh- their identity isn't even known? And you're worried? You won't hurt them," Yangyang encouraged. All Jaemin could respond with was that he would think about it, and he slunk into his room for the night to figure out what on earth he should do.

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Meanwhile, you were flipping through the TV as Ireh and Swan chatted over the last volume of 'Magical Girl Moonie,' much to your dismay.

"Yes, I get it, my Mom is a genius," you groaned.

"Your Mom and your Dad- 'Finder x Locator is legendary," Swan countered, earning a nod from Ireh.

"Oh that reminds me, y/n have you been able to make the sketches? I have my appointment soon," Ireh reminded you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Oh yeah I finished the sketches earlier!" You got up and grabbed the drawing pages from your room, excitedly bringing them over to show Ireh. "I really like these two, but if you want me to re-do anything-."

"Dude, these are awesome. Thanks! I can't wait to get this one as a tattoo," she cheered, pointing to the odd cat fairy you made for her. Your love for drawing and writing stemmed from your parents, and it had entered every facet of your life in some way- to the point that your best friends would ask you to make sketches of their tattoos for them to use. While people knew you loved to make art, no one besides your cousin, your best friends, and editor knew that you were the brain behind Flight of the Wolves.

Not only was your parents' work incredibly successful, spawning animated shows and huge fan bases, you knew that using your real name in your work would cause you to be compared to both of them. If your work was "too girly" it would be constantly compared to your mother's work. If it was deemed "too masculine" you would be seen as someone trying and failing to imitate their father. So, you decided then to work under a pseudonym for WizMedia, producing a fairly successful online comic that you not only loved but was yours.

Throughout the rest of the week, you spent the time working on small sketches and freelance work all with your schoolwork in between. Every other Friday at your parents place was family dinner, or, at least that's what you would call it. Usually, your parents would invite their closest friends- which meant that more often than not, the directors of WizMedia and their kids too would drop by these gatherings.

You hated having to dress up in presentable clothing for people you've known a majority of your life, especially when lately they've taken to discussing you. Well, not you, but rather Patches- the identity you've used to work under for the past two years. Everytime they did, Hendery would shoot you an all knowing look, and your mother would tut in disappointment at the idea that anyone would want to work under a pseudonym.

This particular evening, Ireh and Swan had asked you to drop them off at work on your way to your family's home since it was on the way.

"Be careful! Let me know when you guys finish so I can pick you up," you called to them. They worked at a sports bar as bartenders, and working Friday nights meant that they would be seriously lining their wallets.

"Thanks, have fun at your parents!" Swan called, earning a groan from you.

"Oh please, just enjoy the free food!" Ireh smiled before the pair climbed out of your car. You waited until you saw them enter, and drove five more minutes before reaching your family home.

You sat in the driveway after parking. You kept groaning to yourself and took to counting the cars, trying to gauge how many people would be at your childhood home. You parked behind Hendery's car- and mentally noted that he usually went separately from his parents and sisters. You counted three other cars, and deduced that some of the WizMedia directors kids would be there tonight.