#anyway yah i watched it for the first time in like 17 years and not to beat a dead horse but i miss her so fucking much tails

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#i hate being a stereotype i hate it it's so embarassing #anyway yah i watched it for the first time in like 17 years and not to beat a dead horse but i miss her so fucking much tails #i can only hope we get another movie that looks like this one day #idk WHAT some of the critics r smoking with this one the aesthetics/story/characters are all baller #i can see how this was a long time passion project for the directors and man do i appreciate it #treasure planet #<-for the hellavit

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Ok so this is inspired by @petrichormeraki hermit tommy au, go check them out they both come up with great stuff.

Tommy has been living with the hermits for almost 2 and a half months now and honestly he can’t remember the last time he felt like he could just let himself breath. The first few weeks were rough, seeing that joe hills found him passed out and a few steps away from death door one day when he was out and about. Tommy didn’t think he would just be running for so long, trying to get as much distance between him and lmanburg as possible. But he should’ve know exustion would catch up to him eventually, especially having just narrowly escaping a group of pillagers.

It took them awhile to even get him to fully wake up again, and even after that he felt too weak to keep on running so grian offered to let him stay in his old hobbit hole. Tommy didn’t want to accept the mans pitty but he still couldn’t even lift up a sword much less build a temporary starter base so he caved in. It only took about another week of relaxation before he was able to fully run around again and took up helping grian around his base and his various projects as a sort of payment for letting him stay in his old base.

Tommy was surprised with how well they got along, but honestly it shouldn’t have been to much of a shock seeing as they both love red and tend to be more of the michivsious type. It probably helped that Grian reminded him so much of his older brother Wilbur, he almost asked one day if the two was related somehow but decided against it. Tommy doesn’t want another connection to the pass he is trying to leave behind.

Currently they where gathering materials for grians barge and had been at it for most of the day, and had started chatting away about various things like best ways to prank people and what is xisuma hideing under his helmet, before falling into a comfortable silence. Tommy used to not be able to stand the silence, having always filled with with whatever comes to mind, but during his exiled, and when he ran away, he started to become more quiet. Why talk when there was no one there to hear you anyway, well anyone that was actually alive and could remember the inside jokes you where attempting to make.

Tommy’s thoughts drift to his brother, Wilbur. He still sort of feels bad for leaving without even telling him, seeing as he was the only one besides dream who actively tried to help him and vist him back in logshire, but honestly he probably would’ve forgotten him too by now, just like every other bad memory. He feels a tap on his shoulder.

“-tommy are you even listening?” Grian ask, takeing a step back after seeing tommy jump in his skin and pull out his sword before realizing it’s just grian.

“Oh sorry” Tommy says sheepishly, “I was just cought in my own thoughts, what is it?” He ask puting his sword away.

“ I said we’ve been working for awhile, how about we take a break and eat something” grian says pointing over to a shady spot in the distance.

Tommy didn’t notice the ache in his arms untill grian mentioned it and agreed, packing up their shoker boxes and flying over there, he still wasn’t quite used to useing elytra but feeling the wind blowing pass him definitely helped ground him after having thought about the past.

The two sat and ate for awhile, laughing at a story about how mumbo really made a his demise bunkers door code 1,2,3,4 and then falling into silence as they ate some more.

“ ya know” grian said inbetween bites of a sandwich he had brought, “ we always say mumbos the youngest around here but I don’t think I ever cought your age” he puts the sandwich down, “ and I’d rather not assume since I look pretty young myself, but how old are you?”

Tommy pauses and think, how old is he? He hadn’t really thought about since leaving. “ Um, what day is it?” He ask.

“ April 13th” Grian replys, looking kinda worried.

“ oh”, Tommy pauses, had it really been that long since he ran away? He shrugs “ I guess I’m 17 now, my birthday was on the 4th”, he says nonchalantly, taking another bite out of his pork chop.

“REALLY?” Grian is shocked, he figured tommy was at least 18 but finding out he was just 16 when joe found him all beaten up and knocking on deaths door steps puts him back a bit. But he can’t really be one to judge seeing how his teenage years where, and he knows that if he had the chance he would’ve ran away from it all a lot sooner then he did. “ wow wish I knew sooner, we could’ve thrown you a party or something” he says giving tommy a playful nudge, but tommy goes still and a look crosses over his face.

“N-no” Tommy says, furrowing his eyebrows and looking away, “no it’s alright, I kinda don’t do parties anymore. The last one I tried to throw, no one even showed up, I mean dream did-“ Tommy whinces, saying his name “but he doesn’t really count”

“No one?” Grian ask, taking note of dreams name, it’s the first time tommy has said someone’s name from his past, and he’s surprised it’s someone he vaguely knows, but he keeps quiet about it for now.

“Nope, not my best friend, not even my own family” Tommy’s voice lowers on the last part, pain written all over his face, before he pushes himself up. “ But now of that really matters now, does it?”. Tommy’s whole demeanor changes as he goes back into his usual self. “ how about we load up your shit head back to the shopping district before it gets to late yeah? I got other things to do besides being your bitch”

Grian knows tommy has been trying to cut back on his swearing, and that he’s just trying to change and get away from the subject as fast as he could, but Grian wasn’t going to push the matter. He knows what it’s like to feel like you’re not wanted by anyone and he knows that tommy will talk about it when he’s ready.

“ hey watch your mouth before I make ya eat a spider eye again” grian gets up “ but yah you’re probably right, it is getting late and I’d rather not lost all my stuff over 3000 blocks out.” He puts his hand on the larger boys shoulder and looks up at him “ you go ahead and take off and I’ll pack up what whatever we might of left”

Tommy looks back at the smaller man, he knows Grian isn’t stupid, but is thankful he is letting it slide for now. “ thanks grian.” He says softly, for once not feeling like he has to make his voice boom in order to be heard

Grian smiles back reassuringly, “ no problem kiddo, now go on get out of here” he says shooing tommy off as he takes flight heading towards the shopping district.

Grian stares at his shrinking figure and thinks. He doesn’t know what has happened to Tommy, but it’s obvious it’s was something painful enough to make him run away into the wilderness at such a young age. Grian picks up their remaining supplies before putting the shoker into in inventory. In any case, was was going to talk to the other hermits and organize a surprise birthday party for Tommy. He may not have any fond memories at the moment but grian would be dammed if he didn’t try to help the boy form new ones. Ones where he knows that he is apreacited. 

#AHHHH idk how to tag #hermitcraft #tommyinnit #au #grian #dream smp #??? maybe #I’m so nervous posting this #I hope y’all like it #fan fiction #fan fic #hermit tommy au #hermit!tommy au #hc x dsmp

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Lost in a Lightning Storm Ch. 2: Far from Home

Summary: You shouldn’t talk about people, and not expect them to find out.

Chapters: 1, 2

While Henrik and Anti were talking to Tubbo and Logan, and then subsequently went off to Nate’s house to do some research, Mare went to go find Anti.

Anti was cackling with the Duke on some rooftop, who had escaped arrest after the chaos he had created. The two chaos-loving criminals were laughing and joking.

“Anti! Your boyfriend is getting too brave, you gotta[1] do something!” Mare said as he leaned over a massive air conditioning unit to get into the glitch’s face. Anti was lying on his back on the rooftop.

“Ooooooohhh~ You have a boyfriend?” Remus gave a huge smile, turning on his stomach and kicking his feet up like they were a bunch of pre-teens at a slumber party. “And you didn’t tell your best friend? For shame.”

“Shut up,” Anti kicked him in the face. Then he turned back to Mare. “I don’t got[2] a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah, then what the hell is he?” Mare bit back.

“None ‘a yer fookin’ business,”[3] Anti spat back.

“M’kay,[4] whatever,” Mare rolled his eyes. “Point is, he’s trying to find you.”

“I’m right here, let ‘im[5],” Anti scoffed, still lying on the ground.

“No, the old you, the human one,” Mare warned.

“Why?” Anti spat.

“I don’t know, humans are dumb,” Mare spat. “He’s your problem, you deal with him.”

“Fook[6] you!” Anti spat and stormed off.

Directly after he stormed off, he realized that he hadn’t asked Mare where Henrik was. But it was too late to storm off. Mostly because he overheard Remus trying to weedle information out of Mare. Anti was too in his own head to admit to even himself that he was embarrassed.

So he went out to find Henrik. Except he wasn’t at the hospital . . . and Logan didn’t seem to know where he was. He wasn’t at the hospital either so Anti ran around for a little bit and found them in Nate’s house.

For a couple moments, Anti debated on how upset Mare would be if he barged into his territory. Then he figured that if Mare didn’t want him to trespass, he shouldn’t have told him to take care of Henrik . . . and Anti had been in Nate’s house before on multiple occasions.

So Anti tripped about three alarms to get into the house and Nate and Henrik watched him stroll right into the living room where they were.

“Don’t yeh[7] two know not ta[8] talk about someone behind their back?” Anti layered on the glitching and blood as much as he could.

“You are certainly getting better at zat[9] effect,” Henrik complimented.

“You bleed on my carpet and I will stab you with a soul splitter,” Nate threatened.

Anti pulled out his knife, completely offended that they weren’t screaming in terror.

Nate helped up a stake, the wood was etched with runes and spell writing. “Anti, I don’t want to explain to the rest of your friends why you’re in pieces.”

“Why the fook are yeh diggin’ inta my personal shite?”[10] Anti demanded.

“Because zer is much I do not know about you, und I vish to correct zat,”[11] Henrik told him, Nate was on his computer, still looking through old census records and newspaper reports.

“I’m right the fook[6] here,” Anti spat.

“I cannot recall a time ven ve have ever talked about any’zing,”[12] Henrik told Anti pointedly.

Anti glared at him, his nose scrunched up like the demon was about to pull his lips back in a snarl. “Why, though? No point in lookin’[13] fer[14] a dead man.”

Henrik stood up, really studying Anti’s expression, “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop.”

Anti sputtered for a moment, “I don’t care.”

“I am serious Anti, if all zis[15] investigation makes you uncomfortable or vas[16] a traumatic experience, I vill[17] stop.”

A myriad of uncomfortable feelings, that Anti refused to unpack or acknowledge, prickled under his skin and boiled his blood. He absolutely refused to be afraid of some past specter he could barely remember. Anti was better than some human who’s only contribution to the world had been dying so that Anti could be brought into the world.

So instead Anti just scoffed, some derisive, forced laugh, “Whate’er yeh two arses wanna dig up some dead bitch that did me the favor ‘a dyin’, go ahead. Here, I’ll e’en help.”[18]

Henrik watched for any sign that Anti was joking or would destroy Nate’s computer. “If you are certain.”

“Oh yeah,” Anti dismissed. “What did yeh shitebags find?”[19]

“Well,” Nate stalled as he watched Anti walk over, he stayed braced with his stake. “Don’t break my stuff.”

“I won’t,” Anti smiled. “Come on, we got some loser ta[8] find.”

“That “loser” is also a past version of you,” Nate pointedly reminded.

“Watch it, meatbag,” Anti warned. “If he wanted ta[8] stay alive, he shouldn’ta[20] died.”

“Eloquent,” Henrik commented.

“Shut,” Anti hissed back.

“Do you remember your country of origin?” Nate asked. “I’ve got several different deaths from lightning storms and factory accidents from the past 150—”

“I ne’er[21] worked in a factory,” Anti huffed, before mentally stalling because he couldn’t remember how he knew that, just that he did.

“Really?” Nate commented without even blinking. “That helps narrow it down. Means you only could have died from lightning if you’re as old as Mare says you are.”

“Mare needs ta[8] learn ta[8] keep his trap shut,” Anti scoffed.

“You were right there when he told me that, and you didn’t say anything,” Nate reminded.

Anti looked away from him, “I don’t remember this, it didn’t happen.”

“Anyways, do you remember where you came from?” Nate turned back to his computer. “I know the Septics first met you in Ireland, but are you from there too?”

“Been ta a lot ‘a places,”[22] Anti shrugged. “How am I supposed ta[8] know?”

“Well it vould[23] make it easier,” Henrik reminded.

Anti rolled his eyes, “I woke up in Australia. I hitched a ride on several hosts until I got ta[8] Ireland. I don’t know if I died there, my first ten years were a blur.”

“You are Australian?” Henrik was staring at Anti.

“No.” Hunching his shoulders up defensively, Anti glared at the doctor, “Maybe? I can’t remember. What’s it ta[8] yah[7]?”

“No, it’s not a bad thing,” Henrik rushed to say. “I just . . . it is a good thing.”

Nate and Anti just stared at him, neither of them sure which direction to take that comment, but Henrik wasn’t looking Anti in the eyes anymore. He was glancing at Anti though, a lot.

But with a country narrowed down, Nate was able to eliminate several different possible candidates. Until there were five people left, four men and one woman. Mostly because it wasn’t unheard of for gender changes to occur when a human became a demon.

“Okay,” Nate said. “We have: Caleb Carson, Hannah Laverty, Brendan O’Heyne, Angus Collins, and Joe Morrin. Does anyone sound familiar, I don’t see any pictures so . . .”

Anti’s brain felt clouded, like there was something wrong but he couldn’t place it. He felt the urge to stab something and run. Like he was in danger.

“Anti? Are you alright?” Henrik asked, there was a look on Anti’s face that the German doctor hadn’t seen on him before.

Anti’s attention drifted towards one of the names in particular. He had no memories left of that person.

Much of that person was gone now, eroded away by time, but snippets remained. Being arrested for something . . . feeling disgusting inside afterwards . . .

. . . Feeling sick as the boat wouldn’t stop shaking the world around him . . .

. . . The heat of the sun burning his skin, almost hot as the anger that burned inside of him . . .

. . . And then a deafening CRACK as he felt like his body was exploding with pain. And how they’d just . . .

“They left me there,” Anti remembered, his form glitching erratically. “They left my fookin’[24] corpse ta[8] rot!”

“Anti‽” Henrik called out but the two humans watched Anti violently shatter apart in a discorporation.

Nate surged up immediately and took out an amulet necklace. One he had once’s a while ago to safely carry Mare around. But he used his magic to scoop up as much of Anti’s aura as possible to keep him from fracturing.

“Vat[25] happened?” Henrik demanded.

“He must have remembered something,” Nate tried to calm Henrik down as he was casting spells to see how violent the discorporation was, “I don’t think it was a good thing.”

Henrik snatched the necklace away, looking at it. “Vill[17] he be alright?”

“He still seems to be in one piece, but it might take a while for him to reform,” Nate warned.

“I zink ve should stop,”[26] Henrik looked over at Nate’s laptop. “If I had known his reaction vould have been zis violent I vould have stopped ven he confronted us.”[27]

“Yeah,” Nate agreed and watched Henrik put the necklace on. “Be careful with him, an injured demon’s a more dangerous one.”

“I vill[17],” Henrik promised, and gathered up his stuff with a stiff thank you for Nate’s help and the doctor went over to his apartment with the necklace. Anti took a couple of days to reform, but he didn’t talk to Henrik. The demon would escape the necklace and then slip back in whenever Henrik was distracted or busy.

After almost a week since the incident at Nate’s house, Henrik decided that, if Anti wasn’t going to talk to him, Henrik would talk to Anti. He started out small, complaining about the coffee machine at the hospital, about how muggy the weather was.

Then, one night, while Henrik was sitting on his couch, watching some TV show, or at least had it on in the background while he was staring down at the necklace in his hands, the doctor decided to be a bit more blunt. He watched the gem, saw almost like glitchy lightning crackling underneath the surface. “I must admit, part of ze[28] reason I went digging vas[16] to get a reaction out of you.”

There was a pause to the energy in the necklace. But after a bit the glitched lightning continued as if nothing had happened.

“If you do not vant to talk about zis matter, I vill not force you,”[29] Henrik told him. “But I had hoped to get a violent reaction out of you, not to actually harm you. For zat[9] I am sorry.”

Anti’s aura shot out of the necklace was just staring at Henrik. “Why was that what yeh were goin’ fer?”[30]

“You have tried to kill me und[31] my friends many times, und[31] I vanted[32] to get you to attack me,” Henrik admitted.

“Why?” Anti scoffed, plopping down on Henrik’s couch. “If I wanted yeh[7] dead, I would’a[33] done it already.”

He took glared at him. “Zat[9] is exactly the problem, you have zis[15] odd stalking infatuation but you have tried to kill me in the past. Not to mention you utterly ruined Average’s marriage und[31] his ability to visit his children.”

“The fooker was gettin’ cucked an’ e’eryone knew it,”[34] Anti dismissed.

“She vas doin’ no’zing of ze sort,”[35] Henrik defended heatedly.

Anti looked away angrily.

The two sat in angry silence for a little while, before Henrik sighed, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose before carefully putting them back on. “Anti, vat do you vant out of zese interactions ve have?”[36]

The glitch demon decided he would rather talk about literally anything else, but his only other option was talking about his former human life and he wasn’t sure which made him look worse. “I like it when yeh[7] get angry at me.”

“Is it simply ze[28] anger or ze[28] attention?” Henrik asked, genuinely trying to understand.

Anti still wasn’t looking at him, deciding that he’d rather take the human talk. “My name used ta[8] be somethin’[37] else.”

“Vich[38] do you prefer?” Henrik asked.

“Anti,” Anti told him hesitantly.

“Zen[39] you are Anti,” Henrik agreed. “As you said, zat[9] man is dead, und[31] you are here.”

Something in Anti’s chest tightened, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like even the reminder that he was human. But he started leaning over towards Henrik. It was just a little bit of a lean, not enough to even get near Henrik. So the doctor closed the distance for him, lightly resting his shoulder against Anti’s.

“I zink zat you like the attention, vich I am more zen happy to give to you,”[40] Henrik smiled at him as Anti still refused to hold eye contact with him. “Und ven you know vat you vant, you can tell me in your own time.”[41]

For the rest of the night the two of them sat in almost near silence. Anti wasn’t ready to admit anything, but still tantalizingly close all the same. Anti getting closer and close to Henrik until the doctor was pressed up against the side of the couch and Anti was leaning against him. Anti sat next to Henrik as the doctor just ran his fingers through his hair. Anymore and Anti would have started hissing and pulling away. But as he leaned into the touch the glitch decided that he liked this attention.

Henrik occasionally looked over at Anti, smiling at him.

And if, as he scratched his fingers across his scalp, heard him give out very quiet purring sounds, the doctor decided not to tease the glitch demon about them . . . at least not yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Anti in his AU used to be a man by the name of Angus (Jack’s “survivalist” character he made super early in his channel and in this AU Angus was arrested and sent to Australia where he subsequently died from a freak lightning storm, and then cue villain arc.

Side note: Henrik likes Anti’s Australian accent, he likes it a lot! No I will not back down from this extremely unpopular headcanon.

Accessibility Translations:

1. have to

2. have

3. None of your fucking business

4. Okay

5. him

6. Fuck

7. you

8. to

9. that

10. Why the fuck are you digging into my personal shit?

11. Because there is much I don’t know about you, and I wish to correct that

12. I can’t recall a time when we have ever talked about anything

13. looking

14. for

15. this

16. was

17. will

18. Whatever you two assholes want to dig up some dead bitch that did me the favor of dying, go ahead. Here, I’ll even help.

19. What did you shitbags find?

20. shouldn’t have

21. never

22. I’ve been to a lot of places

23. would

24. fucking

25. What

26. I think we should stop

27. If I had known his reaction would have been this violent I would have stopped when he confronted us.

28. the

29. If you do not want to talk about this matter, I will not force you

30. Why was that what you were going for?

31. and

32. wanted

33. would have

34. The fucker was getting cucked and everyone knew it

35. She was doing nothing of the sort

36. Anti, what do you want out of these interactions we have?

37: something

38. which

39. then

40. I think that you like the attention, which I am more then happy to give to you

41. And when you know what you want, you can tell me in your own time.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #footnotes #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #Nathan Sharp #Antistein #Doctor Glitch #Anti trying desperately to run away from his emotions #finally some relationship progress #Anti's just a scraggly alley cat that doesn't know how to get a home #Anti has feels #angst and feels

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Chapter 24 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

Friday isn’t any better than Thursday. Though Madi and Mitch kind of filled up the void in my heart yesterday, it just seems to seep out the very next day. I don’t go to school yet, but Madi does today. Her mother allowed her to skip once, but not twice. I don’t blame her for it. Just because my life is ruined and I have no future, doesn’t mean Madi’s life needs to be ruined too. No. I want her to thrive. I want her to graduate High School and go to her dream college. I want her to have the things I don’t have. “Muffin,” Mitch’s voice sounds from the other side of the bedroom door, “I made you breakfast. Can I come in?” I let out a chuckle at how adorable my uncle is. He’s been like that since last Saturday. Just the cutest, greatest uncle alive. “Yeah, come in!” I sit up straight in bed, placing my phone to the side. I’d been scrolling through Tumblr aimlessly. At least the memes are still somewhat hilarious. Unless they’re memes Charlie sent me, because then I cried. “Made you some eggs, your favorite comfort food besides Madi’s mom’s lasagna!” He places the tray on my bed, the delicious smell of freshly made eggs hitting my nostrils. “If it were healthy to eat that much lasagna, even in the morning, I’d let you. But you know… Got to stay healthy.” He sits down at the end of my bed and grabs his own plate. “What movie are we watching today?” he asks before taking a bite. I grab the other plate and start eating too. “You can choose,” I tell him and take a bite, then hold up my finger to tell him to wait until I swallow. “But it can’t be a musical or anything Disney. Especially not Aladdin!” “Ten Things I hate About You?” He suggests hopeful. I think about it for a moment, then nod my head. “Kat does play guitar in that, though?” I shrug. “At least they don’t break out into music every other minute and it’s not the guy that plays the guitar because that would remind me of… you-know-who…” I tell him and take a sip from the orange juice he’d brought along. “Voldemort?” Mitch jokes. I tilt my head a little and raise my eyebrows as if saying ‘really, dude?’. “I’m kidding, Muffin. ‘Ten Things’ it is then!” We continue eating in silence for a moment which gives me the time to think about life. What am I going to do with my life? Since the Music Academy didn’t work out and I don’t have the band anymore, maybe I should do something more … Parent-approved. “I’m thinking of looking into other colleges,” I blurt out, capturing my uncle’s attention. “Maybe check out those colleges my parents wanted me to go to. I do like languages? Maybe I could do something in that direction?” “Are you sure you want to do that, Muffin?” I take a deep breath, placing my knife and fork on my half-empty plate. “It’s better than doing absolutely nothing, you know? I can’t spend my entire life wrapped up in blankets, eating eggs and lasagna and ice cream, and cry. I mean, I can keep dreaming like I’ll live forever but I have to live it. Now or never.” I can’t help but smile at the fact I just quoted the boys’ song and I think Uncle Mitch even noticed it too. “Wise words,” he says with a smirk, “But yeah, I mean, if you really want to do that, then I’m 100% behind you, Muffin. Whatever you need.” The smile on my face widens at this, and it surprises me that my lips can still curl up this far. It feels like I haven’t done that in forever. Mitch’s smile then suddenly vanishes. “Does that then mean you’re going back to your parents’?” he asks. I swallow the lump in my throat. I hadn’t even thought of that. “No,” I reply, “No, I don’t think so… Unless you want me out?” “No! God no! I could never do that to you.” It stings a little hearing him say that since my parents could, apparently. But at the same time, it makes me happy, knowing I have a man who loves me stand on my side for once. “You’re the best, Uncle Mitch, you know that?” The smile reappears on his face, along with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I heard that before,” he chuckles, “I love you, Muffin.” He places his plate on the tray again as I do the same with mine, knowing a hug is about to ensue. “I love you too, Mitchy.” I wrap my arms around my uncle’s neck as he wraps his around my waist. A bunch of oxytocin releases in my body, and for the first time in about a week, actually makes me feel happy again.

“I hate the way you talk to me, And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, Not even at all.” I recite the poem along with Kat as Mitch and I sob. This movie always makes me cry, no matter how many times I watch it. It’s such a feel-good sad movie, perfect for the situation. My phone rings then, and after having blown my nose and wiped my tears, I pick it up. Ash’s name flashes on the screen. “Hey, Ash,” I greet with a slight quiver of my voice. “Have you been crying?” she asks, her voice instantly filled with worry. “Yeah, Mitch and I are watching 10 Things I Hate About You.” I glance over at Mitch, who’s sniffling in his tissues. “Ah,” Ash says, “The poem.” “Yah, the poem,” I whisper. In the background, I hear a couple of faint voices. She’s probably at the store, handling some customers. “So, anyway, I’m calling to see if you would like to come help me out a little. I asked my brother the last couple of days to fill in for you, but he can’t, and I really don’t have anyone else…” The voices in the background come through again. One of them faintly sounds like Owen, but I could be wrong. “It’s fine if you’re not up for it… I just really could use your help.” I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll come,” I say, which makes Mitch snap his head towards me in surprise. “Really?” Ash asks, not expecting me to say ‘yes’. “Yeah, I could use some distraction, I guess,” I tell her, and rise from the couch. “I’m going to get showered and dressed and then I’ll come, okay?” I hear the voices in the background again. I swear I hear Owen and Jeremy now. “Yeah, perfect! Thank you, Emily!” She sounds relieved. “No problem, Ash. See you in a bit.” “See you.” We both hang up and I start making my way upstairs. “What’s happening?” Mitch asks me before I get to the stairs. “Ash asked if I wanted to come help,” I tell him nonchalantly and rush up the stairs. I quickly take a shower, put some jeans and a top on, add a light layer of makeup and we’re done and ready to go. “You’re leaving the house?” Mitch asks, following after me as I grab my stuff. “On purpose?” “Yes, I am. It might do me some good,” I tell him with a simple shrug. “Okay… I’ll see you tonight then?” I’ve never seen my uncle this confused. “Yes, see you tonight,” I kiss him on the cheek and run out of the house, grabbing my bike to get to the store as fast as possible. It sounded kind of urgent when Ash called me. Plus, if those voices really were Owen and Jeremy, I might still catch a glimpse of them. The store is completely empty when I arrive. Ash is behind the counter, reading a book. “I’ve never seen it this quiet,” I tell her as I drop my bag onto the counter, making Ash jump. “Hey, Emily!” She says louder than necessary. “Hey, thanks for doing this! Uhm, my girlfriend kind of needs me, so…” She pats my shoulder before grabbing her bag and leaving the store in a hurry. I start sorting through invoices, wishing Charlie were here to do it for me because Ash’s handwriting has gotten gradually worse. As if on cue, I hear guitar strumming. Is this in my head? No, it’s actually happening. There’s no Charlie to be seen, only his voice to be heard. “First things first We start the scene in reverse All of the lines rehearsed Disappeared from my mind” He now appears from behind the wall and into my eyesight, an apologetic smile on his face. “When things got loud One of us running out I should have turned around But I had too much pride” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I can’t move a muscle. I’m completely frozen. “No time for goodbyes Didn't get to apologize Pieces of a clock that lies broken” My heart beats faster at the sound of his voice. He sounds incredibly sad and remorseful. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” My breath hitches in my throat, and I can feel the tears pricking in my eyes, getting ready to escape. I thought all my tears had dried up. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” Finally, my legs start moving and I walk towards the grand piano where the boys make me jump by starting to play their perspective instruments. Charlie follows me and takes his place behind the microphone, the volume of his voice increasing along with the impact of his words. “Silent days Mysteries and mistakes Who'd be the first to break Guess we're alike that way” My legs give out now, and I drop down onto the piano’s stool. “He said, she said Conversations in my head And that's just where they're gonna stay forever” Tears are now rushing down my cheeks as if they have a race to win. All the while Charlie’s voice gets more and more vulnerable. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” I missed this boy with all of my heart. How did I even survive days without him? “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” The boys take a musical intermezzo, just singing out ‘aah’s while Charlie walks up to me. He holds my gaze, his eyes teary and filled with absolute sadness that breaks my heart into pieces. I can tell he’s missed me too. I can tell he’s trying to make amends using the only medium he knows so well. His voice now gets lower, and he’s singing the bridge to me with only his guitar guiding him. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” The boys now pick it back up too, making my heart swell and feel heavier and heavier with sadness. Sadness Charlie feels and resonates with me through his music. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” He finishes off with a couple more chords on his guitar before completely stopping. “Charlie…” I sniffle, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, but he shakes his head. “Please, Emily, let me talk?” I nod my head to give him permission. “The boys and I, we’re really sorry for ruining your chance with the Music Academy. We tried, but we couldn’t get you a new audition. But we realized, all of us realized, that we didn’t want to be a band without you. We just couldn’t do it. You’re so important to all of us, you’ve changed all our lives for the better. There’s no way we could go on, knowing you were angry at us. So, I wrote this song for you since that’s the only way I seem to be able to convey how I feel…” I chuckle airily, making him chuckle too. “Please, Emily… I can’t not have you in my life.” “Can I talk?” He nods his head. “These past days have been really difficult for me. The Music Academy was my dream and to see that go up in flames, I don’t know, I felt like I couldn’t go on. But I realized that just because that one dream didn’t turn out as planned, I shouldn’t give up. I’m not saying I’m going to beg for another audition, because I am not. I considered it a sign that maybe that school isn’t for me,” the three boys are listening to me intently. “So, I though this morning, if I don’t have the Music Academy and I don’t have the band, I might as well just go to a parents-approved college.” Charlie glances at the rest of the band. “I mean, you do still have the band though?” Owen chimes in with a shy smile. “We can’t be Emily and The Foxes without Emily.” “Yeah, we’d just be The Foxes,” Jeremy adds with a light-hearted chuckle. I shake my head at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “I missed you guys,” I say. Charlie kneels down in front of me now. “So, what do you say, Emily? Will you join the band again?” he asks, which makes it look like he’s proposing to me. “Please?” He looks up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that I just cannot resist. Even Owen and Jeremy stare at me with hopeful eyes. “Hey, Jere,” I turn to the bassist, “I think there’s a jam you can play now.” He looks confused, but Charlie gets it and starts playing the chords to This Band is Back. “Come on, Jeremy!” Charlie counts us in, and Jeremy starts singing, placing his bass back in its stand to move freely while Owen moves away from the drums, tapping his body again. “Can you, can you hear me?” “Yep! Loud and clear!” I shout happily, jumping up from the stool. “Gotta get, gotta get ready” “'Cause it's been weeks!” I smile at Charlie’s lyric change. “Oh, this band is back,” Jeremy sings alone, grabbing my hand and twirling me around. “Oh, this band is back,” Owen, Charlie and I harmonize. We dance around the grand piano together, singing along loudly. “Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh This band is back!” Jeremy then grabs me by the waist and puts me on top of the piano, then jumping on himself. We all burst into a fit of laughter, and when we die down, I find Charlie staring at me with an endeared smile on his face. He tugs at the guitar strap, so his guitar is on his back instead. Jeremy and Owen take this as their cue to leave after both having kissed my cheeks. “So, now that the band is back… What about us?” he asks carefully. I take a deep breath. I haven’t given that a thought yet. “I don’t know, Charlie…”  he looks like a hurt puppy. “I love you, but I just want to focus on the band and figuring out what I want to do with my life…” I bite the inside of my lip awaiting his response. It makes me wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. “That’s fair,” he says with a half-hearted smile, “Let’s focus on the band and become better friends instead.” His face lights up when my mouth curls upwards. “I’d like that,” I say, and hop off the piano to embrace him. “And, thanks for that song, by the way. It’s so beautiful! Definite Emily And The Foxes vibes,” I wiggle my eyebrows before walking up to Owen and Jeremy and hugging each of them. “I missed you so much!” Jeremy grunts into my ear as he picks me up from the floor. “I missed you guys too.” So much.

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[missblogging]

B R O...

MA  H DUD  ES...

YOU KNOW HOW EVERYONES LIKE-

“HOW OLD IS ALL MIGHT ANYWAY?”

AND THEY’RE NOT EXACTLY SURE HOW OLD?

I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!

FUCKING DAVID SHIELD HELPED ME OUT!!!

First thing’s first, I am so sorry about my last post, I was on my last brain cell when I posted it, and I was too excited to do anything other than eat shit... (I mean metaphorically of course)

ANYWAY!!! THIS IS MY REDEMPTION AND APOLOGY!!!

SO! Look VERY carefully at this picture!

Yah see that? That’s All Might’s Data, now before you say, “But it’s future bullshit! How are we supposed to understand their technology if they’re from 20XX?” 

YOUR WRONG!!!!

This right here is his, like what it says on the top left corner, “Vital Logs,” Which all scientists/doctors take for normal check-ups or just to see any significant changes! For example, from top right to bottom right, All Mights RR also known as, Respiratory Rate, since he was using a mask to breathe in, states that he takes in 18.4 breathes each minute, the SPO2, or his Oxygen Rate, is a perfect 99.4, and his ECG/EKG, or Electrocardiogram, is 61.5/m.

Basically, All Might is as healthy as a horse with cancer... I mean- yeah his vital’s are something that any doctor or medical student can dream of- but who wants eternal bleeding and the removal of their internal organs? NOT THIS STUDENT!!!

And O O F that’s just the beginning my friends!!

This isn’t exactly that important? But at the same time, it is?? OKOKOK let me explain the relevance to THIS picture here.

Alright so, we’ve got the Whole Protein and the Albumin; and before you google search what the hell Albumin is unless you know how the body works, don’t bother cause that’s just gonna lead you to a hell of a headache.

So here goes nothing, The Albumin is the main type of Blood Plasma Protein that the body produces, mainly the liver’s job. While the Whole Protein is just how much protein is in his system.  However, All Might had to have some internal organs removed because they were damaged beyond repair no matter how many healing quirks there are in the world.

Now, let me tell you the results of the Whole protein levels, first of all. 

4.8 g/dl meaning 4.8 grams per deciliter. Which is really, REALLY bad, like, bro All Might are you ok??? This kind of also proves my “All Might has a quirk besides One for All” theory, but not by much to be honest, since he’s at this point of the story, unable to go back to his All Might form without vomiting blood, if anything, he could have been practicing using the “mystery quirk” the entire time, but NOPE!!! BODY MASS!!! MUST DEFEAT ALL FOR ONE!!! AVENGE MY SUCCESSOR!!! Ahem, anyway, back on track here- The normal levels for whole protein are supposed to be 6-8.3 g/dl. Which is exactly why I am questioning if All Might is ok- like fam yah need more beef or some shit like that...

The next thing I need to also confirm is the Albumin Levels. Which are 2.7 g/dl. The normal rate for that is 3.5-5.5 g/dl. So he’s... ok? Not really, he’s obviously below the rating, but not as bad as the whole protein levels were.

Fun fact about your’s truly: I’m actually not supposed to learn about these said levels unless I choose the Phlebotomy course at my school. I was planning on doing phlebotomy any way cause it was the most interesting course out of the six courses my school lets us choose, but my parents made me change my course options so instead of Pleb. as my first while Optomology is my second. It was downgraded while Opto was upgraded. So... I guess I’ll try getting my certification another way instead of the school providing it form me???

AND FINALLY THE MOMENT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!! THE THING THAT I’VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK TO Y’ALL ABOUT THE MOST!!!

ALL MIGHTS TRUE AGE!!!

LOOK CAREFULLY AT THIS PICTURE!!!! IT’S EVEN IN ENGLISH LIKE THE REST OF THE CHART!!!! IT’S THE REAL-DEAL!!!!

YOU KNOW HOW ALL MIGHT HIMSELF SAID THAT HE HASN’T EVEN TOLD DAVID AND MELISSA ABOUT ONE FOR ALL?? WELL, YOU’RE GOSH-DARN RIGHT HE HASN’T!!! 

TOP LEFT CORNER: S-POW ACTIVITY: ALL MIGHT HAD BEEN CALLING HIS QUIRK SUPER POWER, A CLASSIC NAME FOR A QUIRK LIKE HIS. 

CENTER OF THE IMAGE HAS A CLOSE UP TO THE CHART WITH A GREEN FLAG THAT SAYS SIX YEARS AGO, AFTER THAT, THE ACTIVITY BEGINS TO DEPLETE, INDICATING THE DISAPPEARANCE OF ALL MIGHTS QUIRK.

THERE’S EVEN A CLOSE UP OF THE DATA!!!

But what we’re going to REALLY look at is the dotted graph!!

Counting up all of the data needed, you can confirm that All Might is 43 years old at this time! BUT!!! THAT’S WHERE SOMETHING CLICKED!! NOT ONLY DOES THE MANGA CONFIRM THAT ALL MIGHT MET DAVID IN AMERICA! BUT, THE CHAPTER WITH ALL MIGHTS HISTORY AND BIO IS REVEALED!! ALSO REVEALING THE INFO THAT HE WENT TO AMERICA TWO YEARS AFTER THE INCIDENT WITH HIS MASTER!!! Blessings to Nana Shimura...

I’m going to use Midoriya’s & Melissa’s age as a reference as I have to be positively sure!! 

The only reason for doing so is because of the amount of data on the chart, which I realized after rechecking the data and realizing that it said 6 YEARS ago- not 23 XD SO! Double checking this again!

Ok, Midoriya is I’m going to say 15 during the I-Island incident. Before any of the shit that goes on during the recent chapters. So by getting rid of 6 years off of Mido’s life, he’s 9 (10 if he’s actually 16 during the incident but I highly doubt it). So let’s use the data above as our reference (like what we’ve been doing for the last few paragraphs). There is also the confirmation thanks to the paragraph that All Might was 18 when Nana had to leave him from this world. (I'm guessing that Gran was at least in his mid-30′s when this incident occurred).

So let’s use 20 as the starting age!!! All Might is 20 years Old at that time, which is also around the time that he meets David! Of course, I’m going to guess that the machine that All Might was hooked onto when they were checking vitals was probably made a year after meeting each other, so that’s 21 at the time. David is probably the same age as All Might, maybe a month or two younger/older. Now! Using Melissa’s current age and of course, getting rid of 6 years of her age, she’s 11. Using that as the number of years that pass by with All Might and David, that takes us to him being 31 years old by that time.

Of course, he’s been back in Japan by that time trying to hunt down All for One, so he’s probably missed Melissa when she hits 11 herself. And Midoriya’s hit 9 by that time as well. So we’re going to use his age at this time and on! All Might finally meet Mido at 14. So that’s adding 5 years onto the age chart. Making him 37. And of course, adding 2 more years if you want to get the exact amount since Midoriya is technically 16 by the time the exam with 1A and 1B hit (damn how many years is it just to finish their first year??? Isn’t that weird? I mean I understand Melissa since this all occurs in the US where, by the time you're a third year, your like 16-17 years old, I feel yah boo) makes him 39.

Of course, that's where I had his a roadblock, cause that didn't sound right. At all, so I decided to go back a bit and using the 9-year difference between the birth of Melissa and his age of 21. I had gotten him right at 30. THAT'S when I had added the 11 years, which had gotten me 41 years old. Then, using the years with Izuku (which is 5 years later), I had gotten him at 46. And that's just Izuku at 14! Adding the 2 years he now has, that gets our #1 hero at 48

All Might, the symbol of peace, is 48 years old. Let that sink in. 

Sweet Jesus Lord... I feel so brain dead after all of that, do you know how much research I had to do?? Not that much lol I had actually watched the Movie for the first time yesterday at like- Ass O' Clock. No joke, it was almost one by the time I had finished, then after that, I began my research and went to bed to finish, which I got to finish today after a few disturbances!!

Wow, is this what it feels like to be Midoriya for a day? It- it actually feels a little cool tbh, it's like I just had the freedom to word vomit all over Tumblr...

ANYWAY!! IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR INTO THE THEORY THAT COULD BE TRUE!! I THANK YOU AND HOPE THIS ACTUALLY MADE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF SENSE!!! 

I... I think I need to make some kind of chart or something for this... eh- thats for me of tomorrow... 

Anyway, later!!!

#All Might #one for all #david shield #melissa shield #my hero academia theories #missblogging theory #All Might's actual age theory #I just slayed All Might shaggy style #slayqueen #shaggy ultra #it aint plus ultra no more #All Might's as old as my own mother #wth #why did i do this #poor all might #midoriya izuku #age theory #im so sorry #forgive me all might #i hope this makes sense

[wydmariana]

        hi my loves   !   ur  fav  big  mess  dani   here   ,  i  also  play  our  hailey  fc  alanna  heh   !   i’m  bringing  back  my  bbyg  mariana   !  she’s  my  original  wealthy  character  &  i’ve  had  her  for  like over  3   years   ,  i’m  super  excited  2  be  playing  her  again  &  i  hope  u  guys  rly  like  her   !!!  i’m  gonna  put  all  the   tea  on  her  under  the  cut  &  if  u  wanna  plot  like   this  &   i’ll  come  bug  u  , i  rly  always  need  connections  n  love  plotting  ♡  u  can  also  hmu  on  discord  !! @ 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958

new york’s very own mariana cavello was spotted on broadway street in christian louboutins . your resemblance to selena gomez is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being stubborn , but also adroit . i guess being a gemini explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be  lyrics  scribbled  in  a  notebook  ,  gold  jewelry  ,  &  blue  nail  polish  . ( i  defeaned  a  girl  in  a  fight  when  i  was  17 )  &  ( cisfemale & she/her  )  +  ( dani , 20 , she/her , est . )

╰ ˚･ﾟ  ♡   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔   :

full name: mariana marisol cavello

nickname(s): mari,

age: twenty four

date of birth: june 4th

hometown: new york city

current location: upper east side, new york city

ethnicity: half mexican

nationality: american

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

parents names: alexander hastings, liliana cavello

orientation: pansexual but she doesn’t like labels

religion: grew up catholic, undecided

political affiliation: democrat

occupation: singer/songwriter

living arrangements: lives in her own mansion in the upper east side

language(s) spoken: english, spanish

accent: american

face claim: selena gomez

hair colour: x (most basic/accurate/but it changes)

eye colour: brown

height: 5″5

weight: 113lbs

build: petite

tattoos: mostly selena’s canon, but x instead of the music note

piercings: x (both ears)

drugs/alcohol/sex: yes/yes/yes

pets: one cat, 5 years old, named sergio - x

astrological chart  : gemini sun  ,  libra moon  ,  scorpio rising

character  inspo  :  meredith  grey  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  simone  davis  (  star  )  ,  alyssa  (  the  end  of  the  fucking  world  )  ,  carla  (  elite  )  ,   kat  stratford  (  10  things  i  hate  about  you  )  ,  serena  vanderwoodsen  (  gossip  girl  )  ,  jessica  davis  (  13 reasons  why  )

pinterest  board  :  here .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚  &  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕   (   tw  :  abuse ,   violence  , injury ,   sexual  assault .  )  :

ok i changed her around quite a lil bit so i’m excited to rEdevelop !  :~)

mariana was born into a seemingly perfect family ,  her older brother &  her having been born heirs to alexander hastings , billionaire hotel & business entrepreneur , shark-tank cast member  ( think kevin o’leary vibes .. yeah . ) &  liliana cavello , legendary supermodel  ( think cindy crawford )

she was spoiled bc they were rich af , so like she never NEEDED for anything , except LoVe :)

mari was quick to blow her dad’s money but did he notice ? no

she still is kjdfnsjdf

mariana was a happy child, but growing up in a household with her father quickly became toxic

she started noticing it when she was around 10

his yelling , his anger against her mother , the hostility towards the entire household

the relationship between her parents always had been toxic but now that they had kids it was quick to spread through the whole household

as mariana grew older and started high school , there were times where she would sit in one of the offices of her father’s buildings and do homework while she waited for him to finish so they could go home

at the mere age of fifteen was the first time one of her father’s co-workers sexually assaulted her in an empty conference room after everyone else went home & she’d be waiting for her dad

this continued for a little under  2  years .

this is when her behaviour at school started to get out of hand, she’d start skipping class, get caught smoking pot, talking back to teachers, etc

it went on for months & mariana suspected that her father knew and wasn’t doing anything to stop it

when she turned 16  &  got  a  boyfriend  , it started affecting her even more . she was struggling w being intimate bc of these things that  were happening to her

which is when she eventually  confronted him about it , in tears , in the kitchen with her mother

it resulted in a screaming match

mariana’s behaviour completely went off the rails after that day & she went to school one day & got into a fight with this girl who was taunting her

they fought and mariana’s anger got the best of her &  she ended up beating the girl so bad that she became deaf in one ear

shoutout to degrassi for the idea Ok female sean cameron in the house

( i needed a secret for mari n i was watching this so i was like .. ok why not lol )

she turned 17 shortly after this argument and by some miracle ( aka money ) her dad was able to keep her out of juvie despite the charges that were brought against her

this is mariana’s secret!!!!!

anyway now , she doesn’t talk to her father really , at all . unless her mom ambushes them into the same room which sometimes happens jkfnsf

mariana moved out on her 18th birthday ,  still has a good relationship with her  mom and brother  &   extended family

when mariana turned 18 was also when she started her career !! she started out as an actor in a few different movies

she got her big break when she starred in a ‘riverdale or like , grey’s anatomy’ type of show a few years ago prob when she was about 19

and that went on for 2 or 3 seasons before she stopped it to pursue music bc !

writing and singing and performing have always been Mariana’s passions & emotional outlet

anyway , she dropped a single while on the show & it did well so she proceeded to drop an album which also blew up

she is now rly successful w her music career and loves it sm , like it’s literally her dream come true ok

it’s the one thing that makes her happy

so yah , if ppl knew she deafened a girl totally wouldn’t b all sunshine n rainbows :/ hehe .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  (   tw  :  drugs  )  :

mariana is very lowkey crazy

like she knows how to hide it but girl , it’ll come out

she can definitely be a brat , she wasn’t raised with proper consequences & often thinks she can do whatever she wants , has a bit of an attitude about it

she hates being told what to do

and will voice her opinion

she is also the most loyal & loving person you know , but the thing is it’s very hidden deep down rn . she is completely walls up , doesn’t wanna let anyone get close to her bc she’s a PUSSY

and like , she hasn’t worked through her trauma & probably never will

the only opening up she does is when she’s writing music

daddy issues galore over here

but she’s a lowkey softie when she  waants 2 be

when she loves someone she loves fiercly !!

mariana . is a  . party . animal

it’s basically all she does

like every night , her stamina is insane bc she can go out every single night until 3 am if she really wants to .

and she’s fun too , if she’s going out she’s getting WASTED

she’s the type of drunk girl to make out w  all her friends

she loves cocaine, is most definitely an addict (   but who isn’t in this city  ), tequila is her alcohol of choice, but she’ll drink anything you give her & weed is her creative saving grace

we luv a bitch who doesn’t care abt her health !

u will most likely find her in sweatpants and a hoodie or a big tshirt

she will dress up to go out & luvs lookin cute for paparazzi & career stuff

um , she listens to a lot of rap and just lays in bed  w her cat smoking blunts

um n ya  .. sad bitch vibes :/

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[dawnofdaybreak]

Title: Another Cliche’ Love Story

Pairing: Jongho

Rating: NC-17

Summary: In which Minho and Jonghyun are best friends but things get complicated.

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[part one] [part two]

Part Three (Finished)

Minho isn’t quite sure how to describe the feeling he experiences when he wakes with Jonghyun’s naked body pressing back comfortably against his. The feeling is reminiscent of the feeling he gets when he scores the winning goal for a soccer game or aces a test he didn’t study for. It’s so much more self-satisfying than that though, the content emotions running through him right now are so intense, Minho’s sure he’s never experienced this before.

 He watches Jonghyun’s flawless face as he sleeps, the way his chest moves up and down with tiny breaths. Minho brushes away a few silver strands of hair that were covering the other’s forehead. Jonghyun is so beautiful and Minho’s so unbelievably happy to be able to call Jonghyun his.

 The elder male begins to stir a little, causing Minho to pull his hand back, but he doesn’t move away from Jonghyun’s warmth.

 “Were you watching me sleep?” Jonghyun asks groggily.

 Minho tries to suppress his smile. “No.”

 “Liar.”

 “Okay, you caught me.”

 Jonghyun inches closer and presses a light kiss to Minho’s chest which is heaving a bit with laughter. “Minho-yah.” Jonghyun uses his index finger to trace small circles around Minho’s left nipple which is very distracting in the brunet’s opinion. “I’m hungry.”

 Minho bursts out laughing at what Jonghyun is suggesting he do for him. “Fine hyung, I’ll make us something to eat.”

 Jonghyun smiles in triumph as Minho gets out of bed, dressing himself in a pair of discarded boxers on the floor, completely unsure if they’re his or Jonghyun’s – not like it matters anyway.  

    It doesn’t take long for Minho to maneuver himself around Jonghyun’s kitchen and prepare sandwiches for them both. When he returns to the elder’s room with said sandwiches and a glass of orange juice, Jonghyun is nowhere to be found. Minho frowns until his ears pick up on the sound of water running. He smirks as he sets the food and beverage onto Jonghyun’s small bedside table.

   The pair find themselves quenching their passion yet again, as lukewarm water cascades all around them. Jonghyun’s legs are wrapped tightly around Minho’s waist as the latter’s skin burns from the feel of the elder’s lips moving across his body.  

 “Oh God Minho.”

 Their pace is slow, languid almost, but satisfying all the same.  Minho moans out his hyung’s name as he feels that familiar twisting in his gut. He grunts as he climaxes into Jonghyun’s heat, ungracefully locking lips with the shorter male.  Jonghyun comes right after, hand curled around his own member as the water begins to run cold.

    After the intensity and shock of their first night spent together passes over, words that Minho dreaded hearing left Jonghyun’s lips.

 “We need to talk about this Minho.”

 Minho sighs, burying his face into Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Babe please, let’s not do this now.” He hopes that this conversation will be dropped, not really wanting to think about Taemin and the consequences of his and Jonghyun’s actions last night.

 “Minho-“

 The sudden sound of Minho’s ringtone cuts Jonghyun off much to Minho’s silent relief.

 “Hello.”

 “MINHO!”  It’s Kibum and Minho cringes at the volume of the other’s voice. “You were supposed to be to the airport to pick me up 20 minutes ago. Where the hell are you!?” Minho drags his hand over his face in pure exasperation. Kibum’s return to Korea was remembered up until last night. Now, all he can think about is the little whine Jonghyun makes when he pushes into his-

 “Well?! Minho, where the hell are you please tell me you’re on your way.”

 “Give me 20 more minutes please, I’ll be there.” Minho ends the call before Kibum can reply.

 “Taemin huh?”

 Minho winces at the sadness lacing Jonghyun’s tone. “No. It was Kibum. I have to go.” Minho tries to press a kiss to Jonghyun’s lips but the elder shifts his head. Minho sighs, settling for Jonghyun’s cheek instead.

 “I’ll come by later, we can talk then okay?”

 Jonghyun doesn’t respond.

        “I’m sorry Key, I went out last night and got a little drunk and woke up super late this morning.” Minho apologizes the minute he’s in speaking distance of Kibum. The other simply glares at Minho, shoving his suitcase into Minho’s hands and storms off – much like a spoiled child – to Minho’s car.

 Minho sighs, knowing that Kibum’s not usually subject to having to wait on people.

    “Seriously Kibum, I’m really sorry.” Minho apologizes for the 6th time once they’re making their way through the heart of Seoul. “Are you seriously not going to talk to me or even acknowledge my apology? Come on Bummie please…I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”

 Kibum groans at the nickname. “Fine, Minho, I know you’re just gonna keep nagging me until I forgive you so fine! You’re forgiven.”

 Minho gives a small smile of triumph, reaching with his right hand to pat Kibum’s cheek. Key swats Minho’s hand away, still looking somewhat annoyed.

 “I’m just peeved because I had some things I had to get done today before Tae’s big dance recital tonight. Now I’m falling behind on my schedule.”

 Minho’s mouth immediately relaxes. He pales. Oh shit! He totally forgot about that. His eyes lose their focus as he chastises himself. How could he forget?! Taemin’s been talking about this for months for Christ’s sake! Thousands of scouts from professional agencies would be looking for future dancers and choreographers tonight. This would be an important moment in Taemin’s future career as a dancer and it completely slipped Minho’s mind.

 “You didn’t forget did you?” Kibum looks at him with narrowed eyes.

 Minho forces himself to chuckle, looking at Kibum as if he’d just asked him something stupid. “No, of course not.”

        The performing arts center of Taemin’s school is filled to the brim as Minho and Kibum settle into their seats. Kibum complains about how far they are from the stage, frowning when Minho doesn’t agree with him. The younger man is too absorbed with his cell phone to pay attention to his surroundings – checking for mixed calls or messages from Jonghyun. He’d texted the older man earlier to let him know he wasn’t sure he’d be able to come over tonight, but there’s still no response. Minho turns his phone on silent and sinks into his seat as the lights begin to dim.

 There are about nine performances before Taemin along with his best friend Jongin, take the stage as the final act. They would be dancing to a mashup of songs, a piece Taemin choreographed himself. Minho’s seen this performance hundreds of times during Taemin’s practice sessions. However he feels a sense of pride watching his boyfriend perform the piece he’s been working on for months in front of hundreds of people.

 “Wow, they’re really doing amazing. They haven’t missed a beat.”

 Minho nods in silent agreement, watching with proud eyes as the music transitions from dubstep to a lighter less gritty sound. Minho knows the end is nearing. Instead of ending abruptly like most of the other performers tonight, Taemin and Jongin were ending their performance on a graceful note.

 Minho smiles as he watches the two men spin on the tips of their toes and then collapse onto the stage as the chillstep song comes to an end.  He knows that move was difficult for Taemin, especially since he doesn’t have the extensive history in ballet that Jongin has.

 The crowd erupts into a standing ovation, cheers and hollers echoing all around the room. Minho and Kibum stand as well, with Kibum doing enough yelling to rival everyone else in the building.

    “He’s gotta get recruited by at least 10 companies after that performance,” Kibum comments as he and Minho wait for Taemin to emerge from the dressing rooms.

 “I’m sure he will be.” Minho takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time, and then grows worried as he sees one missed call and 7 text messages from Jonghyun.

Texts from Jonghyunnie♥♥♥, 2 hours ago:

Hey

 are you still coming over so we can talk?

 minho? it’s getting late and I still haven’t heard from u

 …are u ignoring me?

 im sorry, we don’t have to talk about taemin if u don’t want to

 please don’t be mad at me

 im sorry

 “Are you okay?” Kibum asks as he takes in Minho’s expression.

 “I’m fine,” Minho says a little too quickly to be true. He sighs and pockets his phone. “Really, I’m fine,” he rolls his eyes at Kibum’s disbelieving look.

Taemin joins them a minute later. He’s freshly showered and all smiles as Kibum reigns down the praises.

 “Oh my God Tae that was fantastic! I’ve known you for almost eight years and I didn’t even know you could move like that!”

 Minho gives a tight lipped smile when Taemin turns to him. “You knocked them dead babe,” he says as he places a kiss on Taemin’s cheek.

 Taemin giggles in response while Minho wraps an arm around his waist.

 “Thanks guys. We’re having a small get together at Jongin’s house. You guys are coming right.”

 “Um I-“

 “Of course we are,” Kibum cuts Minho off.

 “Excuse me.”

 The three men look to the older man who addresses them.

“Are you Mr. Lee Taemin?” The man looks at Taemin.

 Taemin nods and slips out of Minho’s grasp.

 “That performance you and your colleague gave tonight was amazing. If you don’t mind, can I speak to you in private?”

 “Sure.”

    “So, you wanna head straight to the party or you wanna go home and change first?”

 Minho glances sideways at Kibum. “I think you should head to the party with Tae. I’ve got something to do first.”

 Kibum narrows his eyes. “Does this have something to do with the text messages you were reading earlier.”

Minho sighs. “No. Something just came up that I need to take care of first.”

 Taemin comes practically skipping to the pair, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

 “Good news I presume…” Kibum murmurs.

 “You guys, that man is the head of recruitment for a choreographing company and he wants me and Jongin to come and work with them!”

 “Oh my God that’s amazing Tae,” Kibum squeezes the younger man tight. “Did you already accept?”

 “No, he said to just think about it for now. Jongin and I are gonna go to his company later on this week and talk about all the details.”

 Minho ruffles Taemin’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

 Taemin blushes hotly. “Jongin’s bringing his car around front so we can get going.”

 Minho frowns. “About that…there’s something I have to go and do first.”

 “Oh.”

 Guilt wells up in Minho as he sees Taemin’s smile replaced with sheer disappointment.

 “I’ll be there don’t worry, I just gotta go take care of this thing. Kibum will ride with you guys.” Minho gives Taemin a kiss on the cheek for good measure, and nods to Kibum who gives him a scathing look.

 He’s barely out of earshot when Kibum mumbles, “How dodgy.”

         “Hyung, open up, it’s freezing out here.”  Minho knocks on Jonghyun’s door for the fourth time. It’s just past ten, he didn’t expect Jonghyun to go to bed so early. He grabs his phone and opens up his chat log with Jonghyun just as the older man opens the door.

 Jonghyun is dressed in only boxers with his hair dripping wet, which Minho assumes is from a recent shower.

 “Minho?” Jonghyun pulls the younger man inside and wraps his arms tightly around him. “I thought you weren’t coming I-I thought you were mad at me. I’m sorry.”

 Minho chuckles at how panicked Jonghyun sounds. He pulls away to kiss the shorter man. “It’s okay baby, I wasn’t mad.”

 “Where were you tonight?”

 “T-Tae had a dance recital…”

 “Oh.” Jonghyun gives Minho that same disappointed look Taemin gave him earlier. But then Jonghyun kisses him with such passion that Minho forgets all about Taemin. His head feels light, like he might just float away. “Let’s not talk about him. Not now at least.”

 Minho smiles as Jonghyun leads him to the couch in his living room and begins an assault on his neck.

“I missed you.”

 “I m-missed you too baby, but I ahh…can’t stay.”

 Jonghyun pouts as he untucks Minho’s dress shirt from his pants and begins unbuttoning it.

 Minho groans as Jonghyun’s lips latch onto his chest. He feels Jonghyun’s finger toying with the button on his slacks and all his resolve disappears. He’s unable to tell Jonghyun to stop now.

 “I’ve wanted to do this from last night,” Jonghyun breathes as he pulls Minho’s cock out into the warm air of his heated apartment.

 Minho lets out the most unmanly whimper as Jonghyun takes him into his mouth, teasing at first, but growing more and more firm and enthusiastic as time draws on.

 “Fuck hyung,” Minho moans as Jonghyun pumps him with his hand before taking him into his mouth again. He’s got his head tilted back, teeth digging into his lower lip as his fingers dig into the cushions.

 Jonghyun lets him out of his mouth again with an obscene pop. “You can grab onto my hair, I know you want to.”

 Minho bites his lip and grabs onto Jonghyun’s silver locks. He tugs lightly, helping guide the movements of Jonghyun’s head up and down his cock. “B-Baby, you’re s-so good,” Minho moans as Jonghyun’s tongue works wonders up and down his shaft.

 Minho’s words spur Jonghyun to suck Minho harder until the younger man becomes a whimpering mess beneath him.

 “B-Babe I-I’m gonna – f-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Minho moans out before coming suddenly.

 He half expected Jonghyun to gag and spit it out – but when Minho sees the bobbing of Jonghyun’s adam’s apple, he looks at him with blown pupils.

 Jonghyun pulls off of Minho’s cock with a smile. “Was it good?”

 All Minho can do is nod, unable to form words just yet.

 “Good.” Jonghyun pecks Minho’s lips and pulls his underwear and pants back up for him. He sits down next to Minho and laces their fingers together. “I guess I understand if you have to leave…but can you stay with me for a bit, at least until I fall asleep?”

 Minho can’t possibly say no – not to Jonghyun.

    Minho ends up staying longer than a bit and much longer than after Jonghyun falls asleep. How could he leave with Jonghyun snuggled onto his chest and looking so damn peaceful in his embrace? Minho sighs when he hears his phone vibrate on the nightstand for what he thinks is the 10th time that night – the light from it casting a dim glow in the room. He reaches over and turns it off, before he pecks Jonghyun’s forehead and closes his eyes. He’ll just deal with everything tomorrow.

        “Where were you last night?” Taemin asks as soon as Minho lets him into his apartment. “Key hyung and I called and texted you a bunch of times and you didn’t answer anything. We were worried Minho!”

 Minho sighs. “Something came up Tae…”

 “What do you mean something came up?! Something so important that you missed the after party of one of the most important nights in my life? It couldn’t wait?”

 Minho runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not about to fight with you Taemin. Something important came up that I had to deal with. I’m sorry that it took so long and I missed the party and I’m sorry I didn’t call and let you know I was okay. M-My phone was on low battery and then it died,” Minho lies.

 Taemin sighs. “I j-just really wanted you to be there Minho. I wanted to celebrate my achievements with you. And I hardly even talked to you last night. I saw you for two seconds and then you were gone.”

 Minho feels guilt rise up in him. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

 “O-Okay.” Taemin leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to Minho’s lips. Minho forces himself to kiss Taemin back – mind registering how wrong this is, considering that he just kissed Jonghyun goodbye this morning. When Taemin tries to deepen the kiss, Minho pulls away.

 “What’s wrong?” Taemin looks at him confused.

 “Nothing baby,” Minho forces a smile. “I’m just tired.”

 “Oh.”

 Minho pretends he doesn’t hear the feeling of rejection in Taemin’s voice.

        On Thursday after his last final, Minho and a few of his soccer teammates decide to have a little scrimmage before they part ways for the break. Minho invites Jonghyun to come and watch, eager to show him how much he’s improved since the last time Jonghyun watched him play soccer.

 Jonghyun gives Minho a big wave when he arrives and Minho gives him an even bigger one back. He smiles at how cute Jonghyun looks in his oversized jacket, along with a beanie on his head.

 “Who’s that?” Jihan – one of Minho’s teammates – asks.

 “He’s a close friend of mine,” Minho says as he stares at Jonghyun with a smile.

 “He’s cute.”

 The smile disappears off of Minho’s face as he looks at Jihan. “He’s taken,” Minho says with more force than he’d intended.

 “Woah man, just saying he’s cute. Never said I wanted to date the guy.” Jihan pats him on the back. “You shouldn’t care anyway, aren’t you in a relationship with Taemin?”

 Minho groans and grits his teeth. “Let’s just start the game.”

    Minho’s team ends up beating the others 3-1 by the time it starts getting dark. He runs over to where Jonghyun’s sitting on the bleachers, clapping for him. “So Jonghyun hyung, what did you think?”

 Jonghyun smiles at him. “You were really good. You’re like a pro now,” Jonghyun says honestly. “But I must say it was hard to focus watching you run up and down the field in those shorts of yours. It was pretty sexy.”

 Minho blushes. “Oh really?”

 “Yeah.”

 Minho grins. “Let’s go back to your place.”  

    Minho takes a quick shower at Jonghyun’s apartment and borrows some of his clothes – they’re a little tight on him but he doesn’t mind that much.

 “Hey Min…which one do you like more?” Jonghyun holds up two shirts, a red plaid one, and a cream coloured one.

 Minho looks at both shirts and eyes Jonghyun. “The red one. Red is your colour hyung.”

 Jonghyun smiles softly. “Okay, red it is,” he says before taking the shirts back to his room.

 When he comes back and plops down next to Minho, Minho looks at him strangely. “Why are you asking for my opinion on clothes? You got a date?”

 Jonghyun giggles. “Maybe.”

 Minho frowns. “Don’t say things like that hyung, you’ll make me jealous.”

 The grin falls off of Jonghyun’s face. He scoots away from Minho. “It was a joke Minho, and you’re not exactly in the position to be possessive don’t you think?”

        Minho finds out on Saturday why Jonghyun had asked for his opinion on his clothes. It’s his 21st birthday and Kibum had somehow managed to plan an entire party without Minho knowing anything of it. It’s not a huge party but there are a nice number of Minho’s friends and family in attendance. The music is lively and whichever catering company Kibum hired did an amazing job. Jonghyun arrives about an hour into the party, dressed in the same plaid shirt he’d shown Minho the other night and a pair of ripped black jeans. Minho’s eyes don’t leave Jonghyun’s body the minute he spots him, even though Taemin’s body is pressed tightly against his as they dance in the middle of the living room of Kibum’s apartment.

 He watches as Jonghyun converses with Kibum and then Jinki before sitting idly in a corner and watching everything going on around him. Their eyes lock suddenly and Minho freezes. He starts gently prying Taemin’s body away from his.

 “I’m staying over at your place tonight…” Taemin whispers suggestively in Minho’s ear.

 “Y-Yeah sure,” Minho says absentmindedly before completely letting go of Taemin. “I’m gonna go say hi to Jonghyun hyung okay.” He leaves before Taemin can respond and goes over to where Jonghyun’s sitting.

 Jonghyun looks up at him with a small smile. “Happy Birthday Min.”

 Minho smiles. “Thanks hyung.” He leans down to whisper in Jonghyun’s ear, “Come with me next door, to my apartment,” he says before leaving.

    “This is the first time I’ve been in your place since I got back,” Jonghyun says as Minho closes the door behind them.

 “Yeah…Do you like it?”

 “It’s cozy,” Jonghyun says.

 Minho smiles softly and sits next to Jonghyun on the couch. He brushes a few stray strands of hair away from Jonghyun’s forehead before leaning in for a kiss.

 Jonghyun gently pushes Minho back by his chest. “Are you really going to try and kiss me, after you’ve been dancing with your boyfriend all night?” Jonghyun asks with a sense of bitterness lacing his words.

 Minho sighs. “Jjong…you know…i-it…it’s complicated.”

 Jonghyun shakes his head. “It’s not right Minho. Y-You can’t date me and him. You need to break up with him…”

 Minho looks at Jonghyun with sullen eyes.

 “O-Or stop seeing me.”

 Minho’s eyes widen. “No. I’m not going to stop seeing you Jonghyun. I just got you. I-I’ve been in love with you for years…”

 “Then you know what you need to do.”

 Minho looks away from Jonghyun and bites his lower lip. “I feel like shit because of this hyung,” he whispers, to himself almost.  

 Jonghyun’s eyes soften. “I’m sorry Minho. It’s your birthday, you should be celebrating instead of talking about this.” Jonghyun reaches out to gently comb his fingers through Minho’s hair. “I got you something.”

 Minho looks back at Jonghyun. “You did?”

 He gives him a small smile and a nod. Jonghyun passes Minho a small gift bag he’d brought with him.

 Minho takes it and can’t help the small smile that grows on his face, knowing that Jonghyun had bought him something. He opens the bag and pulls out a picture frame, encasing a drawing of his much younger self. “W-What’s this?”

 “It’s a drawing I did of you back when we were teens. I think it was then I started realizing I had feelings for you,” Jonghyun says quietly. “I kept it with me all this time but I think you should have it.”

 Minho rubs his thumb over the drawing, in awe at the amount of detail put into it. “I-It’s beautiful hyung. Thank you.”

 “I have another gift for you too…”

 Minho turns to face him and before he can ask what it is, Jonghyun’s pink plump lips are pressed softly against his. Minho closes his eyes and melts into the kiss. He rests the drawing down at his side and cups Jonghyun’s face.

 Jonghyun pulls back briefly to whisper “I love you,” against Minho’s lips before kissing him deeply.

 Minho kisses Jonghyun back just as deeply. He presses Jonghyun’s body close to his before sliding a wet tongue into Jonghyun’s warm mouth. Minho receives a low moan in response to his actions and it just spurs him on. He starts kissing Jonghyun more forcefully, trying to pour all his passion and desire for him into the kiss.

 A sudden knock on the door forces them to separate.

 Minho pulls back from Jonghyun’s lips and looks at his apartment door with a sigh. He reluctantly gets up to answer it.

 “So this is where you snuck off to,” Kibum says when Minho cracks the doorway. “Are you seriously trying to ditch your own party?”

 Minho chuckles. “I just needed a breather Bummie. I’ll be back over in a few minutes.”

 “No no no breathing time is over, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time to cut your cake.”

 Minho inwardly groans. “I’m coming over right now Kibum I promise. It can wait five more minutes.”

 “Minho. Get your ass back over to YOUR birthday party right now. And have you seen Jonghyun? Taemin said that you were gonna go and say ‘Hi’ to him before you disappeared to here.”

 “U-Uh,” Minho starts.

 Jonghyun stands and moves towards the door. “I-I’m here. I w-wanted Minho to show me his apartment,” he says, voice still sounding a bit shaky after the kiss. “I haven’t gotten any chances to visit yet.”

 Kibum’s eyes flicker from Minho to Jonghyun closely, before he smiles. “Well it’s nothing special, you can come back and check it out later” he says before pulling them both back along to his apartment. “Now come, cake time.”

    Minho doesn’t get the chance to take Jonghyun back to his apartment later, nor does he get the chance to sneak in a kiss or even a friendly dance. Once he’d gone back to the party and cut and shared out his birthday cake, Taemin latched onto him like a parasite. Minho couldn’t even go to the bathroom without the younger man waiting on him by the door. In the end when the party dwindled down, Minho settled for a quick hug with Jonghyun – but made sure to whisper in his ear that he’d see him in the upcoming week and they could continue their kiss. Jonghyun left with a slight blush on his face and after seeing that Minho made peace with the fact that he didn’t get to kiss him goodbye.

 “Minho, let’s go back to your place. Key hyung said not to worry about the mess,” Taemin says while clutching onto Minho’s arm.

 “You’re sleeping over tonight?”

 Taemin tilts his head and looks up at Minho. “I told you this…earlier.”

 “O-Oh,” Minho says. “Y-Yeah, you did. Sorry. Let’s go.”

    Minho feels awkward when he and Taemin get undressed together. Taemin takes his time, trying to be sexy. Birthday sex is obviously on his mind.

 Minho wants to tell him to stop, to put his clothes back on but he can’t bring himself to, not when Taemin looks so determined.

 It’s when Taemin gently pushes Minho onto the bed and starts straddling him that Minho realizes he can’t do this. He presses a hand to Taemin’s bare chest. “Stop…”

 Taemin looks at him confused. “What do you mean ‘stop’?”

 Minho looks away from him and sighs. “I mean stop. I don’t want to have sex. I don’t feel too up for it baby…”

 “You’ve never refused sex before?”

 Minho bites his lip. “I don’t feel well,” he lies.

 Taemin tilts his head. “I don’t understand.” He looks down at Minho’s crotch and then looks back up at him with watery eyes. “O-Oh…you’re not even hard…?”

 “It’s not you Tae,” Minho says. “It’s just I don’t feel well, I drank too much. You know alcohol makes me sleepy,” Minho lies again, knowing that he only had two cups tonight.

 “Yeah…okay, sorry,” Taemin says as he gets off of Minho’s lap. He gets under the covers and lays down with his back facing Minho.

 Minho sighs as he looks at Taemin’s back, feeling guilty.

 He turns away from him, mind overflowing with various thought before he falls asleep.

    The next morning is awkward as they eat breakfast together. Taemin does not make much eye contact with Minho.

 “…So…” Minho clears his throat. “D-Do you wanna do anything today…baby?” Minho asks.

 Taemin looks up at him and then shakes his head. “I can’t. I needa meet with Jongin to discuss some stuff about our choreography deal.”

 “Oh okay,” Minho says quietly. He sips at his orange juice.

 “I’m gonna get going,” Taemin says when he finishes eating. He puts his plate in the sink and grabs his things.

 “Okay,” Minho says. “I’ll see you later?” Minho looks up at Taemin, expecting the man to give him a kiss before he departs.

“Yeah, later,” Taemin says before leaving.

        “Oh fuck,” Jonghyun gasps as Minho strokes deep inside of him.

 Minho’s got him bent over his work desk as they’d been too impatient to move to Jonghyun’s bedroom when Minho came over.

 “A-Ah hyung…s-so tight,” Minho pants against Jonghyun’s neck. “I-I’m so close,” he groans.

 “M-Me too,” Jonghyun whimpers as he pumps his dick in tune with Minho’s thrusts.

 Minho cries out when he finally climaxes inside of Jonghyun, with the man following with his own cries not too long after.

    “Oh shit,” Jonghyun says as he gets a good look at Minho’s neck in the shower. “I marked you.”

 Minho touches the mark on his neck and then shrugs.

 Jonghyun bites his lip nervously. “I’m sorry, it’s really visible Min. I c-can cover it for you with makeup.”

 “Baby it’s fine, no need to cover it.”

 “But what about Ta-“

 “Shh, we’re not talking about him remember?” Minho gives Jonghyun a kiss on the cheek. “Now come on, let’s rinse off.”

    Minho’s never been particularly religious, finding thoughts of a higher deity rather silly. But that doesn’t stop him from celebrating Christmas with his family. The holiday itself has loss much of its true intent, rather becoming capitalism’s grand finale every year. Despite being very aware of this fact, Minho finds himself in front of his childhood home with gifts for his parents and brother tucked under his arm.

 He knocks on the front door while Taemin stands beside him.

 “Hello boys,” Minho’s mother answers the door with a smile. She pulls Minho in for a hug and smiles warmly at Taemin.

 “Taemin, it’s nice to see you again.” She’d met Taemin in Minho’s apartment early on in their relationship when she’d made an impromptu visit to surprise her son.

 “It’s nice to see you again too Mrs. Choi,” Taemin says politely.

 “Come on in boys, the Kims are already here.”

 Minho follows behind his mother visibly confused. “The Kims? They’re having Christmas dinner with us?”

 “Yes, it was a last-minute decision. Sodam just brought over their dishes.”

 Minho inwardly sighs. Jonghyun had mentioned spending Christmas with his mother and sister but Minho had no idea that their parents would decide to have dinner together. He was hoping to avoid being around both Jonghyun and Taemin again.

 “Taemin, you know Jonghyun don’t you? He’s Minho’s best friend,” Mrs. Choi says when they finally reach the dining room.  

 “We’ve met,” Taemin says. “Hey Jonghyun-hyung. Merry Christmas.”

 Jonghyun looks at Minho and Taemin standing near the doorway wearing their matching sweaters and then looks down at the table. “Merry Christmas,” he says quietly.

 Minho finds that he can look everywhere but Jonghyun’s eyes.

 “Are you boys ready to eat?” Mrs. Choi asks happily.

 They sit around the large dining table, Minho between his brother and Taemin. Jonghyun switched seats with his sister a few minutes after Minho and Taemin arrived. Minho would have to crane his neck if he wanted to catch a glimpse of him.

 Minho feels but isn’t sure if he looks visibly uncomfortable throughout the entire dinner. With his parents asking questions about his relationship with Taemin while simultaneously reminiscing over how he and Jonghyun were attached to the hip growing up, Minho doesn’t know which one is worse.  

 “So, how long have you two been dating?” Mrs. Kim asks Minho and Taemin halfway throughout the dinner.

 “O-Oh um around six months,” Minho says.

 Taemin gently kicks him under the table. “It’s been eight hyung.”

 Minho smiles sheepishly, slightly embarrassed. “Time flies. I forget sometimes.” The table takes pity on him as the elders laugh at his statement.

 “It’s too early to be forgetting dates little brother,” Minseok says. “Save that for when you’re married,” he says with a nudge to Minho’s elbow.

 Minho rolls his eyes, knowing his brother wanted to get a rise out of him.

 “What about you Jonghyun?” Minseok directs his question down the table.

 “What about me?” Jonghyun asks.

 “You’re the only single young adult at this table.” Sodam had brought her boyfriend along and Minseok’s girlfriend was also gracing the Chois with her presence. “Any girlfriend back in Japan?”

 Minho visibly stiffens.

 Jonghyun snorts. “No. I haven’t had any luck dating since I’ve been back yet either.”

 “Oh?” Minseok looks at Minho then back down at Jonghyun. “You’ve been looking?”

 “Yeah,” Jonghyun says.

 Minho’s face starts to feel hot. He knows he has no right to feel like this but Jonghyun’s words hurt.

 Minseok rests a hand on Minho’s knee and smiles knowingly. “The least you could do is play wingman for Jjongie.”

 Minho pushes his brother’s hand off and grits his teeth at him. “Stop it,” he whispers.

 “Who wants dessert?” Minho’s mom asks.

    Minho’s brother corners him outside the upstairs bathroom after everyone’s finished eating dinner.

 “So. I’ll give you a chance to come clean,” Minseok says.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Minho says and pushes past him.

 Minseok grabs onto his arm. “I know something is going on between you and Jonghyun,” Minseok says loudly.

 “Shh!” Minho demands and pushes his brother into his old bedroom. “What the hell are you talking about hyung,” Minho says and closes the door behind them, a nervous feeling rising from the pit of his gut. “There’s nothing going on.”

 “Oh, come off it Minho,” Minseok says. “I’ve known since you were kids that you had a crush on him. Now you show up here with your boyfriend and you can’t even look Jonghyun in the eye.”

 Minho shakes his head. “That’s not true. You know nothing.”

Minseok folds his arms. “You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”

 Minho’s eyes widen. “W-What…N-No!”

 “Fuck, Minho!” Minseok says. “Does Taemin know? Wait of course he doesn’t know, he’s fucking oblivious to it all isn’t he?”

 Minho sighs heavily. “Y-You can’t say anything hyung. I’m going to tell him eventually.”

 “E-Eventually?” Minseok asks, eyes wide in disbelief. “Minho what the fuck? That’s not right. None of this is right. Y-You’re cheating.”

 “Lower your voice!” Minho shouts back at him. “I n-never meant for this to happen hyung,” he says in hushed tones. “J-Jonghyun came back home and all the feelings I thought were buried just rushed to the surface again. I don’t want to hurt him or Taemin. I promise I’m not a bad person,” Minho says as tears well in his eyes.

 His older brother sighs heavily and rests an arm on Minho’s shoulder. “D-Don’t cry. But just…you know this is wrong. And you know what you need to do to fix it.”

 Minseok pats Minho’s shoulder before exiting the bedroom.

    When Minho and Taemin are on their way back to Minho’s apartment, Taemin asks him a question.

“Is something going on between you and Jonghyun-hyung?”

 Minho’s hands grow rigid on the steering wheel. “W-What do you mean?” He asks nervously.

 “I heard your hyung ask you that.”

 “Oh? O-Oh…Um there’s nothing going on,” Minho rambles. “Hyung was just wondering why we weren’t talking much at dinner,” Minho lies.

 The car grows quiet. Minho slowly relaxes his grip on the steering wheel.

 “D-Did you hear anything else?” He asks softly.

 “Oh no. That’s all I heard,” Taemin quickly replies.

 “Okay.”

 “Jonghyun-hyung is straight right?” the younger man asks. “You said he was dating a girl when you guys were younger?”

 “…H-He’s,” Minho doesn’t really know. “I don’t t-think he has a preference. He’s mostly dated girls but he’s dated guys too…”

 Taemin hums and turns to look out of the window.

 “Why are you asking?”

 “Oh no reason. I was thinking of setting him up with one of my friends. Her name is Soojung and she’s really pretty.”

 “Oh,” Minho says. He’s seen pictures of Soojung before. She is indeed pretty. “Y-You think they’d b-be a good match?” Minho prays to that deity he barely believes in that Taemin doesn’t notice the quiver in his voice.

 Taemin shrugs. “I think they’d be a great match. They’d look really good together. But you do know him better, so I figured you’d have an idea.”

 Minho shakes his head, not liking the thought of that at all. “I don’t think she’s what hyung is looking for right now,” he says a bit firmer than necessary.

 Taemin stares at him for a few seconds and then looks back out the window. “Well, it was only a suggestion.”

    “What are you doing here?” Jonghyun asks as Minho stands on his doorstep two days later.

 Minho frowns at him. “Is something wrong? I tried to call you and you didn’t answer.”

 Jonghyun steps aside and lets him into the apartment. “Oh no, nothing’s wrong. Not thinking about the play by play I got of you and Taemin’s relationship the other day.” He shuts the door behind Minho louder than necessary.

 Minho sighs. “H-Hyung…you know…it’s-“

 “Complicated?” Jonghyun asks. “How long is it going to be complicated Minho?”

 “Hyung…”

 Jonghyun rubs his hand over his face in exasperation. “Why are you here Minho?”

 Minho bites his lip. “I…I got you a present.”

 “O-Oh,” Jonghyun says quietly. “I d-didn’t get you anything…”

 Minho hands him the small box with a smile. “That’s okay. We’ve never really celebrated Christmas. Besides your birthday present was enough.”

 “What is it?” The blonde asks curiously.

 “Open it and see.”

 Jonghyun unties the pink bow on the box and discards the wrapping. He opens it to find a small silver ring – not small enough to fit on his ring finger, but rather appearing to be the width of his thumb.

 “Is this a thumb ring?” Jonghun inquires.

 Minho raises his hand to show a matching one. “Yeah.”

 Jonghyun’s mouth falls open in surprise. “M-Minho, I…I can’t wear this. Not if you’re wearing one too. It’s too obvious.”

 Minho shakes his head. “No, these are really popular right now. People won’t notice it hyung. Besides, don’t you like it?”

 “O-Of course I do.” Jonghyun slides the ring onto his thumb. “P-Perfect fit…”

 “I thought it would be,” Minho says.

 Jonghyun looks up at him with a wobbly smile. “T-Thank you Minho.” He gets on his tippy toes and presses a kiss to Minho’s lips.

 Minho kisses him back deeply. “I love you,” he whispers against Jonghyun’s lips.

 “I love you too,” Jonghyun replies after a slight pause.

 Minho pulls Jonghyun into a tight hug. “I-I’m sorry hyung. Sorry that I haven’t addressed everything yet. I p-promise I will, soon.”

 Minho feels Jonghyun sigh against his neck. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep Minho.”

 Minho pulls back, looking slightly offended. “I will keep this promise hyung. I l-lo-“

 Jonghyun shuts him up with a harsh kiss, teeth digging into Minho’s lip. Minho yelps in surprise but quickly recovers, kissing Jonghyun back just as passionately. He wraps his arms around Jonghyun’s tiny waist and lifts him up against the wall.  Minho begins kissing Jonghyun’s neck, working on the spots he knows the other likes. The shorter man cries out as Minho leaves light marks along his collarbone. Minho carries Jonghyun to his bedroom and deposits him onto the bed, pulling off the elder’s shirt as soon as his back touches the mattress.

 He pulls his own shirt over his head when a firm hand touches his chest.

 “Can we just cuddle tonight,” Jonghyun says quietly, unable to make eye contact.

 Minho pulls his shirt back on. “O-Of course baby. Of course. Do you want to be held?”

Jonghyun nods, pulling his own shirt back on and shifting onto his side.

 Minho spoons him from behind, watching as the man twists the ring around his thumb but says nothing.

       New Years Eve finds them at Jinki’s restaurant, sitting around a table filled with various dishes and lots of beer.

 Kibum’s a bit tipsy, his tolerance for beer being very low. Minho rolls his eyes as Kibum entertains the group with his forced acts of cuteness – committed all out of spite because he knows Minho hates it. Taemin records key with an amused smile on his face. He had plopped down, right next to Jonghyun when they’d arrived, forcing Minho to sit to the left of him.

 “This will be perfect blackmail material,” Taemin says with a wicked grin as he finishes recording.

 Those words seem to sober Kibum up. “You wouldn’t dare! I have a public image.”

 Taemin laughs at him. “Just be a good hyung and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

   “Any goals for the new year?” Jinki asks at quarter to twelve.

 Kibum mumbles something about settling down, Taemin says he wants to work with foreign choreographers and Jonghyun plans to register more than ten songs.

 Minho remains silent as the conversation quickly shifts to something else. He has no idea what the new year has in store for him especially with such a dark secret looming above his head.

 “So Jonghyun-hyung,” Taemin says. “Are you still looking to date someone?”

 Minho snaps out of his self-reflection.

 “Oh um…kinda?” Jonghyun replies.

 “Kinda?” Kibum chimes in. “Have you gotten laid since you moved back home?”

 Jonghyun visibly squirms.

 “Bum!” Minho shouts. “Don’t you think that’s a little personal.”

 “What? We’re all friends here. We’re always talking about each other’s sex lives.”

 Minho frowns. Kibum’s the one that does most of the talking in those conversations.

 “Anyway,” Taemin practically shoves his phone in Jonghyun’s face. “This is my friend Soojung, she’s super nice and is into music too. I thought you two would be a good match.”

 “O-Oh really?” Jonghyun nervously glances at Minho.

 “Yeah. I could give her your number if you’d like. I think you’ll hit it off really well. She gives off a cold vibe at first but she’s really down to earth.”

 Jonghyun stammers, “O-Oh um…”

 Minho grits his teeth. “Tae…don’t you think you’re putting a bit of pressure on Jjong right now? He’s never even met her.”

 Taemin looks back at Minho. “Jonghyun can answer for himself. Besides most people text before meeting each other these days anyway.” Taemin turns back to Jonghyun. “What do you say?”

 Minho’s eyes burn at the back of Taemin’s head.

 “Um sure,” Jonghyun relents. “You can give her my number.”

 “Great. I think you’ll really hit it off, oh um,” Taemin looks down at Jonghyun’s hand. “Nice thumb ring.”

 Jonghyun touches it instinctively. “Oh yeah thanks.”

 “It looks just like the one Minho started wearing recently.”

 Kibum perks up. “Lemme see.” He grabs Jonghyun’s hand and examines the ring. He looks back to Minho’s to compare but Minho’s fingers are bare.

 “I’m not wearing my ring,” Minho says.

 “But I have a picture,” Taemin adds in. He hands his phone to Kibum.

 Kibum glances at the ring on Minho’s thumb in the photo and the one on Jonghyun’s actual thumb. “They look pretty identical to me.”

 “O-Oh,” Jonghyun chuckles nervously. “What a coincidence.”

 Taemin narrows his eyes. “Yeah…a coincidence. Where’d you get yours Jonghyun-hyung?”

 “Huh?” Jonghyun looks up at Minho as if he’s asking for help.

 “Where’d you buy the ring?” Taemin rewords his question.

 “Oh, I have no idea. My sister bought it for me. It was a gift,” he lies with a chuckle.

 “Hmm,” Taemin hums and looks back at his photo of Minho.

       Minho doesn’t share a new year’s kiss with Taemin or Jonghyun that night.

       Minho knows what he’s doing is selfish. Cheating is something he always frowned upon, hating when it was a plot point in a movie and shunning the topic whenever his friends brought it up. But now that he’s in this current predicament, he finds himself actually understanding why people do it.

 It’s not right.

 But is it wrong?

 He loves Jonghyun with his entire being. But at some point, in his and Taemin’s now eight-month long relationship, he was sure that he was love with him too. He doesn’t want to hurt the younger man’s feelings.

 He finds himself unable to do anything while Taemin and Jonghyun both begin pulling away from him. It’s as if there’s rope attached to both of his hands. But instead of being pulled in either direction he remains set in place while Jonghyun and Taemin pull farther and farther away.

       It all comes to a head in the new year.

 Kibum confronts him in his apartment early February – much like he’d done when Minho had forgotten his and Taemin’s six-month anniversary.  

 “I know what you’re doing Minho,” Kibum says, sounding very much like he knows something that Minho doesn’t.

 Minho looks visibly perturbed. “What are you talking about Kibum?”

 “I know you’ve been cheating on Taemin.”

 “W-What?” Minho says all too quickly. “That’s not true.”

“Oh? So you haven’t been sneaking around with Jonghyun behind Taemin’s back?”

 Minho opens his mouth and then closes it sharply. “…J-Jonghyun is my best friend Kibum. I can’t spend time with him now?”

 “Oh please,” Kibum says. “Taemin told me you haven’t touched him in weeks. He’s seen the marks you know.”

 “I don’t have any marks.”

 “Yeah cause now Jonghyun’s caught a clue and has stopped fooling around with you too.”

 Minho’s anger flares at the harsh truth behind that statement. “You need to leave,” Minho says, his tone matching the chill of the air outside.

 Kibum heads towards the door. “Just for the record, we’re not friends anymore. I’m not going to be friends with a cheater! You broke Taemin’s heart Minho and I’ll never forgive you for that!” He slams the door as he exits.

 Minho stares at the door for what feels like hours after Kibum leaves.

    Hours later he finds himself at Orgel, in desperate need to see Jonghyun. The older man had ignored his texts and calls and when Minho had pulled up to his apartment complex, Jonghyun’s car was nowhere to be seen. The club was the only place Minho figured he would be.

 But Jonghyun isn’t alone.

 Minho watches as the man walks off the stage after his set and heads to a small table in front where a pretty blond claps enthusiastically for him.

 Minho feels his heart crumble in his chest, the sight far too similar of an experience he’d repressed from his teenage years.

 Before he can stop himself, he’s already crossed over to the table with fire in his eyes.

 To say Jonghyun is startled to see him would be an understatement. The older man’s eyes practically bulge out of his sockets. “M-Minho, w-what are you doing here?”

 “W-Who is she?” Minho asks bluntly.

 Jonghyun looks at the girl apologetically, before grabbing Minho’s arm roughly and tugging him outside.

 “What are you doing here Minho?” He asks in hushed tones.

 A group of bystanders look at them suspiciously. Minho doesn’t care.

 “Who’s the girl hyung?! Why’s she looking at you like that?”

 Jonghyun looks away from him with guilt etched on his face.

 “H-Hyung. Who is she?”

 “She’s my date!” Jonghyun says. “And now she probably won’t go out with me again because you were so rude in there.”

 Minho’s so focused on the word date that it takes him a few extra seconds to process the remainder of what Jonghyun had said.

 “Hyung…w-what do you mean she’s your date?! G-Go out with you again? W-What about us?”

 Jonghyun sighs heavily. “M-Minho. There’s no us! There can’t be a us! I can’t just be your side piece, your mistress. And Taemin deserves better. You know that.”

 Minho feels his heart deflate in his chest. “S-So w-what? You’re giving up on me? Are you going to act like it’s all my fault! Like I was cheating on Taemin by myself?!” He says angrily.

 Jonghyun looks visibly hurt by his words. “I will not be complicit in that anymore. I-I’m done Minho. I don’t feel good about myself knowing I’m ruining someone else’s relationship.”

 “I-It’s not a relationship anymore. T-Taemin…h-he knows.”

 Jonghyun raises an eyebrow. “He knows?”

 “Y-Yeah. He knows…It’s not a thing anymore.”

 “So, you came clean to him? You told him everything?”

 Minho doesn’t answer.

 Jonghyun scoffs. “…I…I can’t do this anymore Minho. Even if you had ended things with Taemin, I would’ve still felt like shit about it. I c-can’t have that on my conscience more than it already is. I-I’m going back to Taeyeon. At the very least, I deserve someone that’ll be with just me.” He wipes away the tears gathered in the corners of his eyes before heading back into the club.

    Minho feels numb as his car drives him home. Cause surely, he isn’t driving, not when he feels like his heart’s been stepped on and his mind is playing a loop of Jonghyun’s retreating form. He makes the short trek from the parking lot to his apartment building and gets in the elevator. It takes severe willpower to not knock on Kibum’s door and go to him for comfort like he’s done so many times in the past. Instead he opens the door to his apartment and sees Taemin sitting on his couch.

 “Hey,” Taemin says.

 Minho wipes his hand over his face, trying to remove evidence of tear tracks and heartache.

 “W-What are you doing here Tae. How’d you get in?”

 Taemin shakes his head with a mirthless laugh. “You gave me a key, awhile ago.”

 Minho crosses over to the kitchen to pour himself a much-needed drink. “Oh…yeah right.” He takes a swig of the amber liquid, feeling uncomfortable as the silence grows thick between them.  

 “So-“ Taemin starts.

 “I-I’ve been cheating on you with Jonghyun,” Minho blurts in one breath.

 Taemin closes his mouth.

 He doesn’t know what he expects from Taemin. Shock? Sadness? Anger? Rather, Taemin looks as if he knows.

 “I know,” Taemin says after a few minutes. “I’ve known since Christmas.”

 Minho rests down his glass. “…Oh.”

 “I eavesdropped on you and your hyung’s conversation. So, yeah I knew.”

 “Why didn’t you say anything?”

 “I wanted to pretend like it wasn’t true. But then it became too apparent to ignore. The way you’d disappear for hours on end, refuse to have sex with me, the marks I didn’t give you, the matching thumb rings,” Taemin scoffs. “Your face would light up every time you saw Jonghyun. It was obvious from the beginning that something was going on between you two and I didn’t want to believe it.”

 Minho fidgets uncomfortably. “…Why tell me this now?”

 “Because Jonghyun told me everything. Said he felt like such a huge asshole for getting between you and me.”

 Minho swallows. No wonder Jonghyun knew he was lying when he said his relationship with Taemin was no more. “Are you upset with him? Please don’t be it’s not his fault.”

 Taemin laughs. “Fuck, I just admitted that I know you’ve been cheating on me and still your only concern is Jonghyun. Wow Minho. I didn’t have a chance, did I?”

 Minho frowns.

 “The moment Jonghyun moved back here. I-It was all over for us wasn’t it?”

 Minho can’t bring himself to answer that question. “I…I didn’t want to hurt you Taemin. I-“

 “Bullshit. Don’t you think getting cheated on would hurt me more than you just being fucking upfront with me from the beginning?” Taemin asks. “You’re a selfish asshole. You only cared about what you wanted. You didn’t give a shit about my feelings and you got Jonghyun in the middle of it too. And you did hurt me, no matter how much you claim you didn’t want to, you hurt me. You hurt me so fucking much.”

 “T-Tae I-I…”

 “And I don’t think anything you say can erase that hurt.”

 Minho swallows heavily, feeling like anything he says won’t have an effect. “I-I’m sorry,” he offers weakly.

 Taemin shakes his head before exiting the apartment with a duffel bag filled with presumably his things.

 Minho downs the rest of his alcohol and sinks to the floor.

       Minho finds himself sinking into something akin to depression. He still manages to go to his classes, to put on his usually happy act while around his teammates – but when he’s home alone in his apartment he feels himself growing empty, looking at old pictures of him and Jonghyun and deleting the ones of Taemin out of pure guilt. His attempts to contact Jonghyun are futile. The man doesn’t reply to his texts or answers his calls – arriving to the point where Minho’s convinced his number is blocked. Minho doesn’t know what he could possibly say if he ever approached him in person. Kibum avoids him as well, effectively ignoring him whenever they wind up in the elevator together and by foregoing their previous spots.

 He shows up to Jinki’s shop one day, attempting to find solace in one member of their squad not directly involved in the drama – but the man looks visibly pained talking to him.

 “Kibum told me what happened. He told me not to be friends with you anymore.”

 “So, you’re going to cut me off too?” Minho asks, sounding incredibly hurt.

 Jinki gives him a look of pity. “I’m sorry Minho. Kibum and Taemin are two of my closest friends and what you did really hurt them both. I c-can’t hang out with you.”

 Minho gets his food to go.

        “What did I tell you,” Minseok says over a glass of beer.

 Minho groans, not interested in being lectured by his older brother.

 “I said, you needed to come clean before shit hit the fan. But you didn’t listen and now look. Shit hit the fan.”

 Minho sighs heavily.

 “How long has it been?” his brother asks.

 “T-Three months,” Minho says under his breath.

 “And you’re still this fucked up over it? Shit.”

 Minho takes a sip of his drink. “It’s not that fucking easy to forget about hyung. J-Jonghyun, he…h-he was my everything,” Minho’s eyes grow misty.

 Minseok sighs. “Maybe you should try talking to someone else. Go out there, get laid. Forget about it for a while.”

 Minho shakes his head. “I don’t want to. I only want Jonghyun.” Minho stares down at his lock screen, a picture of him and Jonghyun sitting on the elder’s couch with their faces smushed together.

 Minseok peers over Minho’s shoulder and groans. “Well you’re not going to get over him if you stare at his picture every day. Change your fucking lock screen and delete those pictures. Besides, you know it’s really fucked up how you don’t mention Taemin when he was the one you were actually dating.”

 Minho pushes his phone back into his pocket, feeling the alcohol begin to catch up with him. “T-Tae hates me. S-Said I’m an asshole, w-which I am,” Minho slurs. “B-But Jjong and I…W-We were so r-real.”

 “Woah there,” Minseok says. He takes Minho’s glass away from him. “Enough drinking for you.”

    His brother drops him home, making sure he makes it safely into his apartment before leaving with the promise to check on him tomorrow.

 Minho stares up at the ceiling of his apartment for the longest. The spin of the ceiling fan keeps his drunk mind entertained for the longest. After a while, he grabs his phone and opens up Taemin’s contact information. He starts typing a text but finds himself squinting at the keys, unable to type properly. He settles for a voice note instead.

 “H-Hey Taemin. I-It’s me, Minho. I’m kinda d-drunk right now and yeah, I wanted to r-reach out to you for the l-longest but I didn’t k-know what to say. B-But maybe my t-thoughts will come to me e-easier right now. A-Are you doing well? I saw that y-you and Jongin went to L.A on your socials. I hope things are going great, I always believed in your potential.” Minho sighs. “I-I’m stalling cause I want to avoid talking about s-serious things. But I do really wish you all the best with your career. You’ve worked so hard. I’ve always liked that about you. N-No matter what you may think, I always genuinely cared about you Taemin. You were my first real relationship, y-you were literally my first and I’m glad that I was able to experience t-that with you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to love you as fully as you deserved. J-Jonghyun held a piece of my heart from we were kids and I didn’t realize that until it was too late to act on it. I-It was never my plan to start seeing him when he came back home. I-It just sort of happened. I k-know that’s not an excuse. But it was never my intention to hurt you as much as I did. But I understand that I did hurt you, I hurt you a lot. A-And I’m sorry Tae. So s-sorry. It tears me up inside knowing that I hurt you that much. I hope one day you c-can find it in your heart to forgive me. It doesn’t have to be now or even a year from now…b-but just someday.”

 Minho sends the voice note and then hovers over Jonghyun’s number. He presses call but immediately ends it when the phone starts ringing. He sighs and chucks his phone elsewhere on the couch, not knowing what he could possibly say to Jonghyun at this point.

        A few months later, Minho finds himself finally taking his brother’s advice. His phone background has been changed to a photo of a palm tree and he’s sitting across from Jihan on their third date.

 “You know, I never thought you were interested.”

 He isn’t – well not entirely. Jihan’s a handsome guy and they get along well, but Minho would be lying if he said he was truly vested.

 He chuckles slightly. “Well. You’re handsome. You know that.”

 “It’s different knowing that you find me handsome though,” Jihan says with a smirk.

 Minho waves him off with a smile and finishes up his meal.

 After their date Jihan asks if Minho would like to come over to his place and he reluctantly agrees.

 Jihan’s apartment is a one-bedroom, very small and tidy – but Minho can’t help feeling uncomfortable as they sit on the loveseat with drinks in hand. After small talk about soccer and the conclusion of the semester, Jihan leans forward for a kiss. It’s not their first time kissing each other – Minho had given him a short peck on their second date – but it does feel strange. At this point, Minho is practically starved for human contact, but kissing Jihan doesn’t make him feel anything. When the other man presses a hand on Minho’s chest and attempts to deepen the kiss, Minho pulls away.

 “F-Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, knocking over one of their bottles in his haste to get as far away from the man as possible. “I c-can’t do this. I thought I could, I thought I was ready, but, I…fuck!” Minho grabs his wallet and keys and scrambles up. “I have to go,” he says before fleeing from the other’s apartment.

 He gets in his car and drives straight to Jonghyun’s apartment, jolted by the realization that his love for the other has not ceased at all in the six months they’ve been apart.

 Minho knocks on the door loudly, asking out loud for Jonghyun to answer it.

 When he finally does answer the door, Minho meets pink hair where there had previously been silver.

 “M-Minho?” Jonghyun says in surprise.

 “P-Please don’t shut the door on me and hear m-me out please,” he begs. “I just went on a date,” Minho says. He inhales deeply. “I went on a d-date and I t-thought it’d been long enough. I thought I was ready. I mean we only spent two months together. Two g-glorious and unforgettable months and here I am six months later freaking out because someone t-tried to kiss me.”

 Jonghyun looks at him with eyes of concern mixed with pity.

 “B-But I can’t move on because I still love you. I love you so fucking much hyung. I-I’m sorry I didn’t do right by you. I wanted you s-so bad but I wasn’t even the boyfriend you deserved. I had you as my s-secret on the side and I’ll always regret that. I love you and I want to treat you like the boyfriend you deserve to be treated. I w-wanna scream your name from rooftops and let everyone know how much I adore you. B-But I ruined that chance and I-I’m sorry. You’ve probably moved on. I j-just, I h-hope you can forgive m-me. I hope you haven’t spent the last six months h-hating my guts.”

 Jonghyun stares up at Minho for the longest. “M-Minho-“

 “I-I’ll just go hyung,” Minho says softly. “Thanks for hearing me out.”

 He scrambles away from Jonghyun’s apartment as quickly as he had arrived. He drives home, texts Jihan a lengthy apology and passes out on his couch.

        When Minho finally wakes up the next morning, he sees a text from Jonghyun.

 Text from Jonghyunnie♥♥♥, 9 hours ago:

Meet me at the café today, at 3.

        Minho isn’t sure what to expect as he taps his foot anxiously under the table. He’s sitting in the same seat he’d sat in last year when he and Jonghyun had made promises to catch up and give being best friends another go. It feels odd, knowing that it’s almost a year since that happened. They’ve spent more time apart than they have together since Jonghyun’s return.

 Jonghyun saunters in at just seven minutes past three and sits down across from Minho.

 “H-Hi,” Minho says quietly.

 “Hi,” Jonghyun says.

 “Why did you ask me he-“

 Jonghyun cuts Minho off by motioning a waiter over to their table. He orders a lemonade and a sandwich for himself. Minho orders a water, too nervous to consume anything else. The waiter writes down their orders, promising to be back shortly before leaving to tend to another table.

 “So,” Jonghyun begins. “Taemin told me he got a voice message from you.”

 Minho furrows his brows, utterly confused at the notion of Taemin keeping in contact with Jonghyun. “O-Oh. Um, yeah. That happened a few months back. I didn’t think he listened to it. He never responded.”

 “He messaged me instead,” Jonghyun says. “He doesn’t hold any resentment towards you anymore and he gave me his blessing to date you.”

 “Oh? Oh. Um…”

 “I had to think about it for a while,” Jonghyun continues. “Actually, it made me feel even worse. That he could be so forgiving. Neither of us deserve that. I-“ Jonghyun pauses while their waiter rests down their drinks. He gives her a small smile after she promises to be back with his food soon.

 “I dated too,” Jonghyun resumes. “Taeyeon and I went out a few times. We even fooled around once.”

 Minho swallows in attempts to stifle the burning jealousy coursing through him.

 “She was really pretty and such a sweet person. But my heart wasn’t in it either. I couldn’t give myself to her fully. I’ve spent the last few months writing sad songs about relationships that can’t seem to work out for whatever reason.” He sips at his lemonade. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I still feel like shit about what we did…but I still love you and despite all the time that’s passed it hasn’t gotten any easier not having you in my life.”

 Minho takes a deep breath, feeling like it’s the first one he’s taken since he sat down in this café.  

 “I love you too. I l-love you so much hyung.” He reaches for Jonghyun’s hand across the table.

 Jonghyun holds onto Minho’s hand tightly. “B-But I don’t think we can just go back to the way things were before.”

 Minho frowns at him, slowly pulling his hand away. “Oh?”

 Jonghyun snatches his hand back and laces their fingers together. “You could at least court me first.”

        Courting Jonghyun proves to be an easy task. With his years of knowledge of the shorter man’s preferences, it’s not difficult to plan dates that the other will like or perform gestures that are guaranteed to make the other swoon.

 With the older man’s advice, Minho manages to pick out an excellent gift for Kibum’s birthday. A pricey bracelet accompanied with a letter apologizing for all his wrongdoings.

    It takes a while, but Kibum eventually returns to his post as Minho’s best friend.

    “I mean I guess I should have known,” Kibum says over a glass of wine.

 He’s currently sporting a buzzcut with patches dyed a bunch of different colours. Minho thinks it looks ridiculous but Kibum swears it’s the height of style.

 “You were way too sad when Jonghyun-hyung wanted nothing to do with you and then way too excited when he came around. I had my suspicions all along.”

 Minho snorts. “Yeah well-“

 “And then the disappearing acts. So obvious. But you had to top it all off with the matching rings.”

 Minho sighs heavily, not wanting this reminder of his wrongful actions – but unable to blame Kibum nonetheless.

 “It’s a good thing Taemin has moved on, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now,” Kibum says as he takes another sip of his wine.

 Minho hasn’t spoken to Taemin, it seems as though there was a silent agreement that they would keep their distance. However according to his Instagram and updates from Kibum, he’s currently dating a girl named Seulgi.

 “I-I’m so sorry again Bum-“

 “Yeah yeah, I know,” Kibum cuts him off. “So back to Jonghyun. Things back to what they were?”

  Minho shakes his head. “We’re taking it a little slow. He doesn’t want to be called my boyfriend just yet. We haven’t been sleeping together either.”

 “Oh? And you’re fine with that.”

 Minho nods. “I’m just happy I get to be in his presence.”

        Jonghyun does eventually come around.

 Minho takes him on a trip to the Hallasan Mountain and Jonghyun agrees to be his boyfriend – properly this time – right before he dumps snow down Minho’s jacket.  

        The revelation of their relationship does not come as a surprise to either of their families. Mrs. Kim and Mrs. Choi look at each other knowingly when the two boys admit to their relationship, commenting that they’d had their suspicions all along but thought that they’d let them figure it out on their own without any pressure. Minho’s father doesn’t comment, but he does smile at the couple fondly a few times over the course of the shared dinner.

    “Even though he doesn’t deserve it after the shit he pulled,” Minseok teases. “I’m glad you decided to give Minho another chance Jonghyun. He really cares about you.”

 Jonghyun nods with a shy smile.

 “But, if he ever pulls any shady business again, I’d be happy to kick his ass for you.”

 Jonghyun laughs heartily at that. “I will definitely keep that in mind hyung.”

        It’s amazing when you find true love and all your needs satisfied by merely being in their presence. Minho never thought it was possible, but he and Jonghyun have made it official for a month now and he hasn’t felt the urge to ask the man for sex. He misses it, he wants it, but he’s also perfectly content simply curled up on his couch together with the shorter man.

 “Hey Minho,” Jonghyun looks up at Minho after noticing him drifting off into his own thoughts.

 Minho looks down at him, smiling as he sees the ring fit snugly around Jonghyun’s thumb. “Yeah baby?”

 Jonghyun presses a warm kiss to his mouth, before shifting on Minho’s lap so that he’s straddling Minho’s waist. He kisses Minho deeply, hands rubbing all over Minho’s warm skin.

 “I-Is this okay?” Jonghyun asks breathlessly. “D-Do you want to?”

 Minho nods, unable to find the words.

    They move into Minho’s bed. The lights are off, making it difficult to see each other. But Minho finds that he doesn’t need to see the other man to know what expression he’s making. He doesn’t need to see him to please him.

 They take things slow, thoroughly exploring each other’s bodies. Minho works his mouth over the entire expanse of Jonghyun’s skin, like it’s the first time he’s ever gotten a taste.

 “Shit, you’re killing m-me,” Jonghyun whimpers as Minho’s tongue works over his most intimate spot. Minho doesn’t have much experience doing this but from the sounds Jonghyun’s making, he’s certain it’ll make its way into their routine.

    Minho whimpers as he interlocks their fingers above Jonghyun’s head, rocking into him at a slow pace. It feels so good, being able to express his love in such a raw and passionate way. He peppers kisses all over Jonghyun’s face while he moves inside of him. “I l-love you,” he repeats over and over like a mantra.

 Jonghyun cums first with his legs tightening around Minho’s waist while his voice reaches pitches Minho’s only ever heard in song. Minho follows soon after, unable to contain himself after feeling the way Jonghyun tightened around him.

 Minho can’t see it, but he feels the love and adoration pouring into him from Jonghyun.

 “G-God I love you. I wanna spend the rest of my days with you. I wanna write sappy love songs that I’m too embarrassed to play for you and be in the bleachers for every one of your soccer games. And I fucking hate sports. I-“

 Minho lets out a breathless laugh before shutting Jonghyun up with a kiss. “I k-know hyung. I k-know. I-I’m sorry it took so long for us to be t-together like this.  Y-You know I feel the same. I’ve felt this f-for such a long time. I w-would have waited years for you if I had to.”

 Jonghyun kisses Minho deeply and Minho knows that now that he has him fully, he will never let him go.

        “So,” Minho starts.

 “So,” Jonghyun echoes.

 “T-This is awkward,” Minho says apologetically.

 “Only if you make it awkward hyung,” Taemin quips.

 They’re gathered in a small restaurant – Minho and Jonghyun sitting across from Taemin and his girlfriend Seulgi. Seulgi is even more beautiful in person and has an addicting laugh. Minho can see why Taemin is attracted to her. She and Jonghyun seem to get along well, sharing conversations about books and music throughout the dinner. Minho finds it hard to talk to her, considering he doesn’t know just how much of his and Taemin’s past the girl actually knows.

 Minho clears his throat. “I’m sorry. It’s hard for it not to be awkward?” His words come out sounding like a question rather than a statement.

 “There’s no hard feelings hyung. You and Jonghyun-hyung are back together and I’ve moved on. I just wanted to meet up with you guys so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable in the future.”

 “I’m really sorry again,” Jonghyun says. “Truly.”

 “I know,” Taemin replies. “I was never upset with you Jonghyun-hyung. You, on the other hand,” he looks at Minho.

 Minho looks away, embarrassed.

 “Well…we can let a dead thing stay dead.”

 Jonghyun rests a comforting hand on Minho’s knee. “So…Are you moving back to Seoul?” Jonghyun asks in attempts to change the conversation.

 “Oh no, we’re only visiting,” Taemin says. “There’s still a lot more of the world I wanna see.”

 Minho nods, knowing that Taemin had ambitions that could not be confined to South Korea.

 “I know you’ll do well,” Minho says quietly.

 Taemin gives him a small smile.

    After dinner they decide to go to a karaoke bar. Jongin shows up halfway through the night along with his girlfriend. Jinki joins them later followed by Kibum and his new boyfriend Donghyun.

 “Are you okay?” Jonghyun asks Minho when he sits down after belting out a TVXQ song. “You don’t look like you’re having a good time.”

 Minho’s the only one who hasn’t sang tonight.

 “I-It just feels…weird,” Minho confesses. “Being around everyone like this. It almost feels normal. But I still feel like an asshole for what I did. And everyone knows.”

 Jonghyun rubs his hand gently. “Why don’t you talk to him…alone.”

 Minho chews on his lip nervously. “You’d be okay with that? After everything?”

 “Of course. I trust you Minho. I know you’re not that person.”

    Spurred on by Jonghyun’s declaration of trust, Minho approaches Taemin and asks if he can talk to him alone.

    “You look happy,” Minho tells him as they stand out on the balcony of the establishment. “Is it real or is it just for show?”

 Taemin scoffs. “Over a year later and you expect me to still be crying over you?”

 “N-No that’s not what I meant, it’s just-“

 “Calm down. I’m just fucking with you,” Taemin says. “I am happy. Genuinely. I love Seulgi and entering a partnership with Jongin was the best decision I made career wise. I have lots to be happy about.”

 Love. Minho can’t recall ever saying that word to Taemin and really meaning it. “You love her?”

 Taemin nods. “Yeah, I do.”

 He says it with so much conviction. “That’s good. I’m really happy for you Tae.”

 Taemin hums. “I don’t have to ask if you’re happy. It’s so apparent with the way you look at Jonghyun. It’s almost disgusting.” He takes a sip of his beer.

 “Does that bother you?”

 “At first it did. I spent so many nights wondering why you would look at him like that, and not me. But it doesn’t bother me anymore. I can see now that the love we had for each other or at least thought we had doesn’t compare to the real thing. You know? I still care about you. I always will. But I’m not in love with you.”

 Minho nods, not at all hurt by those words – rather feeling a sense of peace that Taemin has been able to move on.

 “I’ll always care about you. I know I was drunk in the voice memo, but I meant everything I said. I know we probably won’t ever be friends again, but I just want you to be happy and to take good care of yourself.”

 Taemin gives him a small smile. “I will.”

 Minho pulls the younger man in for a hug. “Thank you Taemin.”

 Taemin hugs him back. “For what?”

 “For forgiving me. That means more to me than you know.”

 Taemin pulls back. “I know you’re not a bad guy Minho. I never thought you were. You let your heart get the best of you. It also sucks cause Jonghyun-hyung is so hard to hate. He’s really sexy too-“

 “Hey, are you trying to make the moves on my man?” Minho teases.

 Taemin laughs with him.

 “There you guys are,” Kibum says as he joins them on the balcony. “Come back to the room, we’ve only got 10 minutes left and Minho has yet to sing a song.”

 Minho shakes his head as he and Taemin are both pulled along by Kibum.

        He sings a song that he thinks both Jonghyun and Taemin will enjoy.

        “Hey Min…”

 “Hmm?”

 They’re lying in their shared bed, huddled under the covers for warmth, with Jonghyun’s unbelievably cold toes tickling Minho’s ankles. It’s late December, with Christmas right around the corner. They both want to make the most of their first Christmas living together in their own home.

 “What do you think about getting married?”

 Minho pitches up at that, rolling over on top of Jonghyun so he can look at the other clearly.

“What did you just say?”

 Jonghyun averts his eyes, suddenly feeling shy under Minho’s intense gaze.  “I-I’m asking you to marry me.”

 “N-no Jjong why…”

 Jonghyun visibly deflates. “You don’t want to get married?” His eyes well up a little bit.

 “No no Jonghyun, of course I do baby,” Minho chuckles at how easily emotional his boyfriend can get. He squishes Jonghyun’s cheeks together. “Idiot. Of course I do. But you ruined my surprise.” Minho sighs and rolls over to his original position.

 Jonghyun sniffles. “Surprise?”

“I was gonna propose to you next spring.  I had this big thing planned. I was gonna take you out to a nice hotel for the weekend, one with a view of the beach. And on our last night, I would lead you to the balcony of our room and you’d look down at the beach and there would be ‘Will you marry me Jjong’ in big letters in the sand.”

 “Are you serious?”

 “Of course I am hyung! I was gonna book the reservations this week.”

 Jonghyun chuckles and then presses a kiss to Minho’s pouting lips. “You’re so cheesy.”

 “Shut up, you would’ve cried if I did.”

 He kisses Minho again. “Maybe…But still, will you though? Will you marry me?”

Minho grumbles. “Of course I will,” he pulls Jonghyun against his chest. The shorter man sighs in contentment as he wraps his arms around Minho’s waist.

 “We should start planning the wedding. Maybe a beach wedding so your fantasy will be fulfilled.”

 Minho smiles, and laces his fingers with Jonghyun’s. “Yeah? And after we’re married what are we gonna do next? Adopt some kids?”

 “Ooh ooh, two boys and a girl. Or two girls and a boy. We can start a cute little family.”

 “The cutest little family.”  

 Jonghyun grins and kisses Minho’s chin. The latter’s cheeks hurt from smiling at the idea of marrying his best friend and starting a family with him. And it would be the best family ever. They’d love and nurture their children just as much as they love and care for each other. And their lives will forever be filled with constant happiness.

 Jonghyun yawns and snuggles more into Minho’s embrace.

 “I love you Frogho.”

 “I love you more Dinoboy.”

 The End.

#im still alive...who would've thought #finishing a fic from 6 years ago...classic #jongho #shinee

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chances - 02 | kjm

word count: 3,500+

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst tho. 

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If there was one decision that Minhyo regretted, it was the measly decision to move back into her apartment that hadn’t been lived in for two years. She couldn’t help but admit that at first, the thought of having the freedom of living alone was so appealing. The memory of watching TV only in her undergarments and having cooking experiments in her kitchen solidified her decision to move back into her old apartment. Intending to have her freedom of living alone back, she packed her things and called her brother to help her with the move.

What she didn’t expect, though, was to be hit by so many memories once she stepped into the quiet, dark apartment.

The empty shoe rack by the front door reminded her of how full it used to be with her shoes, and occasionally with her friends’ shoes when they came over for dinner and having drinks. Sometimes, the shoe rack would be so full that she didn’t even realize her friend borrowed one of her shoes until she got the text. Sometimes, the shoe rack wouldn’t only full of her shoes, but Junmyeon sometimes would leave one of his shoes and his precious slippers in there, and tell her to keep it when he’s away.

The kitchen reminded her of countless cooking experiments she had done by herself and full of laughter breakfast she used to have with Junmyeon. If she closed her eyes, she still could see her past-self sitting on the counter and watching him tried to man the stove. He would sprout out stories of him and the cast of whatever drama or movie he’s working on and she would smile and laugh when he got to the funny part.

Surrounded by so many memories about her past, she took off the white sheet of the armchair in the living room and sat there. Her gaze darted around the room, scanning every nook and cranny of her living room, trying to renew the picture she had inside her head. The vibrating phone in her grip turned her gaze away from the space on her bookshelf. Furrowing her eyebrows at the name flashed on her phone screen, she sighed and answered the call anyway.

“Have you finished unpacking your stuff yet?” She wasn’t surprised by the voice on the other side of the line, but it was his question that caught her by surprise. The crease on her forehead deepened as the clogs inside her brain worked hard trying to figure out how he knew about her decision to move back to her old apartment.

“Yah, you didn’t even properly greet me. Where are your manners, Kyungsoo?” The teasing tone she used was noticed by Kyungsoo, causing the man to let out a string of chuckles. “How did you even know about me moving back to my old apartment? Who told you?”

“I didn’t give my number to your sister for nothing, you know.” She let out a scoff at his short explanation. Of course, her little sister would be the one who outed her to him. “She texted me about it last night, telling me that you finally have the guts to move back after- how many months is it since you got back here in July? Three months?”

Shutting her eyes, she let out an agitated huff over the fact that her little sister may or may not be the spy all this time. She should’ve known that Kyungsoo was not that perceptive and it was In-hye who let him know when she lost her grip.

“What’s in it for her? To be your spy for how long is it, three years?” she pondered out loud, leaning back on her seat and staring far out the window.

Kyungsoo laughed from the other line like it was such an amusing thing to hear. “Well, I bought her chicken occasionally, and once I gave her a concert ticket.” Minhyo rolled her eyes and shook her head in pure disbelief. With bribes like that, of course, In-hye would be willing to be his spy. “You know, she just wants to look out for you. We all do.”

“Yeah, I know,” she breathed out and darted her gaze away from the window that overlooked the Han river to her lap, where her finger was busy twiddling a loose thread of her jeans. Kyungsoo didn’t say anything for a moment, giving her time to process the news and to make sense of it. Knowing her since the time where they both would stay up all night running their lines to each other and pig out on junk food, he knew that when dumped by something new that had anything to do with her, it was best to give her a moment or so to make sense of it, instead of talking about it immediately.

“So, how is it? Is it weird to be there after such a long time?” Kyungsoo finally asked after a moment. Minhyo chuckled softly and looked up, darting her gaze around the room to get a feel of it again after a long time. The last time she was in that room, sitting on that exact chair, she was crying her eyes out and pressing her hand to her chest as if the ache in her heart would stop. Looking back to that moment, this time she was in a different place.

“It’s weird, yeah,” she agreed. “But it’s a good weird, I guess. I’ll probably need some getting used to living here again after a while. By the way, how are you, though? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Well, just the usual. You know how it is this time of the month with Christmas approaching and all.” It sounded vague as hell, but she thought that was how Kyungsoo always had been with his work. “Look, I’d love to talk some more, but I need to go now. Would it be fine if I swing by your place sometime this week?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, it’d be fine. Don’t worry,” she rushed, not wanting to keep him too long. “Talk to you later, Soo-yah.”

Minhyo was, once again, wrapped up in the silence as she hung up the phone. Glancing in her wristwatch, she made up her mind to start taking all the white sheets off of the furniture. With her mask on and a random playlist playing from the Bluetooth speaker connected to her phone, she got to work.

Cleaning and tidying up the place until it looked homey and comfy enough to her liking kept her mind busy and off of the sense of weirdness that kept nudging inside herself. She forced herself to push the negative thoughts away from her brain as she moved to her bedroom, her eyes darting around her desk—where there used to be scripts and notebooks sprawled carelessly on it. Now the desk was empty, except an empty pencil holder and a stand-up 2017 calendar on it. With a sigh, she turned around and decided to check her dresser, where she still left a few pieces of her clothing in it—the clothes that had too many memories she couldn’t bring it with herself.

Sitting inside her dresser was a jeans jacket and a few other old clothes that looked oddly familiar. They weren’t her clothes, though, she knew that much. She could perfectly remember that she brought everything that she needed from her dresser—she even made In-hye helped her to do that.

With curiosity brewing inside her brain, she closed her dresser and walked out of her room to grab her phone from the kitchen counter. Ignoring the familiar ballad blasting softly from the speaker, she clicked on the messaging app and tapped on Kyungsoo’s name.

Minhyo [17: 46]: Do you know if In-hye still likes to visit my old apartment?

For someone who claimed that he had things to do and place to go, he replied rather fast, but too fast for her liking.

Kyungsoo [17: 48]: I don’t think so. I thought she doesn’t know your passcode?

Minhyo [17: 49]: Well then who left all these clothes inside my dresser?

Minhyo walked back to her room and opened her dresser again only to take a few pictures of the clothes to send it all to Kyungsoo. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but his answer was something that she would never expect ever coming out of anyone’s mouth—or in this case via message.

Kyungsoo [17: 51]: It seems like Junmyeon-hyung’s clothes?

Kyungsoo [17: 52]: He’s the only one who knows the passcode to your apartment, and you never bothered to change the passcode.

That was why those clothes looked familiar.

Racking through her mind, she remembered that there was the jacket he wore the last time she saw him. A bittersweet smile spread out on her face, reminiscing to the memories of her trying to trick him into leaving his jacket with her. It led to many playful fights, though—from him telling her that it was his favorite jacket and he’d like it to wear when he’s overseas for vacation and her telling him that she looked better in it than he was (just to rile him up and see him pout).

Shaking her head slightly to steer clear from the memories, she put the jacket back into its previous place and continued with the unpacking. Thinking about Junmyeon and how she would deal with him when the time ever came was not the right thing to do at the moment.

“You’re unbelievable.” Minhyo looked up from the script she was reading in her desk and spun her chair around to face her boyfriend who was still lazily lounging around in bed.

“What did I do?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows in pure confusion because she didn’t know what she did this time. It had only been two hours since she woke up and she hadn’t done anything other than making a cup of coffee and skimming through her drama script.

Junmyeon, being the dramatic man he could be sometimes, rolled out of the bed and approached her with bare feet, his slippers lying haphazardly on the floor. With a huff, he easily tugged her to her feet, causing her to let out a surprised yelp and hugged her close to his chest. Minhyo casually hugged him back and nuzzled her face to the side of his neck.

“What is it?” she prompted once again.

“You’re wearing my t-shirt,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose to the side of her head. “It’s too early to see you wearing my shirt.” She let out a chuckle at his reason. She didn’t even realize that she was wearing his shirt. Their clothes must be mixed when she did laundry the other day.

“I didn’t even know. I just grabbed the first thing I saw in the dresser last night.” Junmyeon let out a hum at her answer. “Do you want me to change it, then?” There was a hint of tease in her words. She already knew the answer, but she just wanted to hear it herself.

“Don’t. I like it when you wear my shirt.” Junmyeon squeezed her in his hold.

They stayed hugging in the middle of the room like that for a while. The room was pretty dark since the curtains were still shielding them from the sunlight and the light from the lamp desk wasn’t even enough to light up the whole room. It felt nice to stay together like that before they faced the day waiting for them; before they went back to being ‘only friends’ in front of the public.

At some point, Junmyeon pulled back from the hug slightly to press a few kisses on Minhyo’s forehead and nuzzle his nose on hers, the action eliciting a string of giggles from her.

“It tickles,” she whined, turning her head away and leaning it on his shoulder. Junmyeon only chuckled, the sound prompting her heart to beat faster.

“Good morning, babe,” he whispered, pressing another kiss on her cheek.

“Morning,” she whispered back. “What’s your schedule today?”

“Practice for the musical,” he answered without missing a beat. “We’ll start early so I won’t be home too late, I guess.” Minhyo only nodded, brain already working to come up with food to make for dinner with him later.

“Okay. I think I’ll be home all day or I’ll go to get the groceries later.” They both finally pulled away from each other, but not without Minhyo leaning to press a kiss on his cheek. “Should we have breakfast?”

“Sure, let me wash up first.” Minhyo didn’t even bother pushing back the curtains to let the sunlight in. Instead, she left the bedroom right away and turned on the lights in the living room and the kitchen as she walked.

In the morning, she woke up with aching muscles and dull throbbing in her head. It was expected, though, from how long she kept tossing and turning in her too-large bed for hours until she fell asleep to the soft melody of sleeping playlist she put on from her phone. It seemed like her body was still trying to get used to the bed and the room after not being on it for so long. Also, the fact that she was sleeping alone and couldn’t run off to her sister’s room couldn’t help her situation, too.

Two things that kept herself from sleeping were the jacket in the dresser, and how entirely different it was the last time she slept there.

Every time she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, the images of her last night on this bed crossed her mind. Of her wrapped up in Junmyeon’s arms with tears streaked cheeks and puffy eyes from crying nonstop for a while. Of her snuggling deeper into his chest with his arms wrapped around protectively as if he was trying to protect her from anything bad in this world even though he knew he was too late for that. Of them trying to savor as much time as they could with each other before they went their separate ways.

She couldn’t stop thinking of the last memories she had of this bed, it took her quite a while to fall asleep. She didn’t remember when the memories stopped clouding her brain and when she fell asleep, but she guessed she didn’t even get more than five hours of sleep. The headache was enough proof of that.

Heaving a sigh, she rolled out of the bed and walked out of her bedroom to the kitchen, not before snatching her phone from the bedside table, though. For the first time in so long, she pulled back the curtains in the living room, letting the sunlight bathe her place in bright light. Goosebumps raked through her body at the view and at how naked she felt as if people could see her from the outside. The rational part of her brain reminded her, though, that no one could see her from the outside, not with those glasses and not when her place was high up on the 10th floor.

Shaking her head before she could change her mind again, she decided to focus on making herself breakfast with few ingredients she brought the day before. It was nothing more than a simple bread with cream cheese filling, some yogurt, and a cup of tea, but that should be enough. After all, she had already planned to do some grocery shopping later.

The loud ping coming from her phone tempted her to check her phone. In the chatting app, there were almost fifty notifications that came from her friends’ group chat. Scrolling through Sehun and Chanyeol’s game-related squabble, she only started reading from when her name was brought into the conversation.

Sehun [23:44] : Minhyo-noona, welcome back~ o(^▽^)o

Chanyeol [23:46]: ?????

Sehun [23:46]: Did you not know? She’s back in Seoul tonight (✿╹◡╹)

Chanyeol [23:47]: Waahhh, welcome back, noona!! ♡♡♡

Bomi [23:52]: Enough with the emoticons, Sehun-ah. You’re going to scare Minhyo-unnie away

Bomi [23:52]: But anyway, welcome back, unnie! Now I don’t have to drive 2 hours to see you~

Sehun [23:55]: (つ﹏<。)

Kyungsoo [00:07]: Welcome back, noona!

Junmyeon [02:33]: Welcome back, Minhyo! Sleep well…

Looking at the last message sent by Junmyeon, she let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. There was a small part inside her brain that told her how things would be so different if it wasn’t over between her and Junmyeon, how the others would easily tease you both, and how relentless Sehun’s teasing would be. Her stomach churned at the realization that she did it, that it was her fault for ruining the group’s dynamic.

Minhyo [08:58]: Thank you everyone~~ ♡♡♡

That was all she could send to the group chat. A part of her heart told her to ask if everyone was available to get together and have some dinner together, but another part of her heart was quick to shoot down the idea and was more aware that her heart wasn’t ready yet. She knew that it was impossible to invite everyone to have dinner and expect Junmyeon to not come. It would be cruel if she excluded Junmyeon out of this. Besides, they had promised each other that whatever happened between them wouldn’t change things with their group of friends.

Heaving a sigh, she locked her phone and decided to just finish her breakfast in silence. Although the silence made her cringe and more aware of her loud thoughts, she held through it. She bore it until she couldn’t anymore and drowned those thoughts by connecting her phone to the speaker set up in her room and playing a playlist set up specifically to clear her mind. It was bad to lay down after having a meal, she knew that, but it wasn’t like she had anything else to do.

Rolling around on her bed until she was so bored of it that she kept changing the songs, she decided to face the things in her closet that troubled her the previous day. Her steps were surprisingly light as if it reassured her that it would be fine. When in fact, the moment she opened her closet and her eyes zeroed on his clothes, her heart clenched painfully.

As if she was moving on instinct, she reached out to the first clothing she could reach. It was a two-tone green and brown sweater that she liked so much. The first time she saw Junmyeon wearing that sweater was during the first month of them dating and she remembered how it was the first time she hugged him so long because she couldn’t get over how warm he felt and how comfortable it was to be in his arms.

The sweater still felt as soft as it was that night in her hands. It felt like it hadn’t been worn again after she left like it was meant to be only in her closet and not worn again.

“It’s unfair how my clothes always look ten times better when you wear it.”

Still holding the sweater in her hand, she went to grab her phone from when she left it on her bed. She paused the song that was playing and opened the camera app, walking back to the closet where Junmyeon’s other clothes were stored in its little corner.

It was impulsive; the picture of the clothes she took and the message she sent. She didn’t even have time to think about it because the next thing she knew, the message was already delivered and not even five minutes later, she could see the bubble of little dots on the bottom left of the screen.

Minhyo [09:56]: [picture attached]

Minhyo [09:56]: I didn’t know you left these…

Junmyeon [10:00]: Do you want me to take them back?

Did she want him to take them back with him and leave that little corner in her closet empty like the one in her heart? Was she ready for that?

Minhyo [10:02]: It’s fine… you don’t have to do that.

Hurriedly, she closed the messaging app, along with her closet too, and decided to lay around on her bed once more. Only this time, she didn’t only keep herself occupied with the music playing from the speaker, but also the pictures in her phone gallery that she scrolled through. She kept scrolling through all those pictures and only stopped when it was noon already and the pictures she saw were mostly of her and Junmyeon or Junmyeon alone—it was the pictures she took candidly when she felt like it.

It was the sound of her stomach rumbling that what made her get out of the bed and the apartment wearing the first clothing she saw—which was Junmyeon’s sweater she was holding before. She didn’t even think much of it until she saw her reflection on her car’s window, thinking that Junmyeon was right. Maybe his clothes really looked ten times better on her.

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[uriurijihoonie]

🛡 ‘cause you’ve been hurt before, i can see it in your eyes + lee jihoon

warning: trauma caused by relationships word count: 2,198

You fully know what you went into.

Loving Lee Jihoon didn’t come easy.

Yet you still do, anyway.

You understand where he’s coming from though. He’s been lied to a lot of times, had his hopes up, was left hanging without a single word, any misfortunes he can experience as he loves, he experienced it all.

You understand his doubts and hesitance when you confessed to him, the small spark of happiness that turns to immediate fear in his eyes every time he’s with you, and how he holds back and becomes impulsive and harsh when he speaks; you were determined to change it.

You were determined to bring him back, slowly but surely.

“...Y/N? Are you listening?” You were brought back from your reverie when you heard Jihoon’s voice, at the same time his hand that was softly holding yours across the table.

Shifting your gaze from the iced coffee in front of you to his eyes, you smiled apologetically, “Sorry, Ji. I got caught up with my thoughts. What was it?”

Instead of Jihoon repeating what he was telling earlier, he asked, “Are you... are you getting tired of me?” He averted his gaze, his voice wavering which didn’t go unnoticed by your ears.

Instead of asking where’s he coming from, and why’d he suddenly thought of something like that, you held his hand tighter, your thumb softly brushing his hands, “I’ll never get tired of you, Ji. I’ll always be here for you even when you push me away, and I hope you always remember that.”

When Jihoon looks back at you this time, although it’s faint, you can see something light in his eyes, and for now, that will be enough.

--

It’s a common thing when it’s you who asks Jihoon out for dates, to hang out, or to just walk around. Yet it’s a special one when it’s Jihoon who invites you at the dorm.

For you, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you’re content with spending time with him, and grabbing every moment to do so.

You’re both already on the third movie of your Marvel Cinematic Universe marathon, with Jihoon already familiar with the movie, he didn’t spend much paying attention to the TV screen but instead to you, who’s too engrossed watching as you were hunched on his side.

Jihoon doesn’t help but feel guilty whenever there were times he still doubts what you feel for him despite all the things you’ve done for him, his past traumatizing experiences get him. Though the risk and his fear still holds him back, he can feel himself slowly opening up again, and it’s all because of you.

And instead of getting scared from the fast beating of his heart when he looks at you, to stopping himself when he feels butterflies when he hears your laugh, Jihoon starts acknowledging it once again.

“Thank you,” Jihoon mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder. He can feel you turn to him as you hummed.

“Thank you,” he repeated more loudly. Turning your full attention to him, you rested your head above his, “I should be the one thanking you for introducing me to Marvel--”

“That’s... that’s not it,” he mumbled once again, shifting so he can hide his face on the space between your shoulder and neck. Jihoon still has troubles speaking about his feelings, but he knows he also need to let it out. “Thank you for staying.”

Knowing what he meant, it made you smile, your hand making it’s way to his hair, brushing it gently/ “I’ll always stay with you, cutie pie,” you laughed as you heard him groan at the mention of the nickname. “You’re welcome, Ji.”

Jihoon then grabbed your free hand, tracing figures on your palm, the movie long forgotten. “Can you please wait for me a bit more?”

“Always, Ji. Always. Take all the time you need.”

--

“Just stay on the line, Jihoon.”

“What do you--”

“Okay, shut up, be quiet. Y/N’s here.” Jeonghan quickly smiled as you sat on the seat in front of him, faux annoyance etched on your face.

“Why did you suddenly decide to meet up, huh?” You told him, grabbing the menu for yourself.

“Why? Is it bad to miss my one and only favorite baby sister?” You cringed at his words, opting to throw a tissue paper at him. “Very cringe-y, oppa. And I’m the only girl younger than you that you know.”

“You’re still my favorite.”

“I’ll tell you to Chan.”

Your bickering only paused for a moment when the waiter finally fetched your orders, continuing when they left, and paused once again when your orders finally came. You and Jeonghan are close friends, you find him as someone you can really rely to as a big brother and he’s the one you often run to, especially when it’s about you and Jihoon.

“Two years, huh, Y/N? Aren’t you getting tired?” Jeonghan suddenly asked, concern laced on his voice, making you smile at him.

“Like my answers before, no, I’ll never be.”

“How about you? You should spare for yourself.”

“That’s why I’m doing this. I came prepared, Oppa.”

Jeonghan smiles at you, your love and dedication towards Jihoon makes him relieved that he trusted his younger member and brother in your care.

“I hope he sees you’re worth it, that you’re worth the risk.”

You momentarily stopped eating, thinking of the right words to say. “You know what, Oppa? I’m not really rushing him about all these, nor I’m expecting anything from him to return my feelings at all. All I want is for him to heal, to not be afraid of experiencing love again, and to be happy, even though I may never be the reason for it.” 

It’s true, though; you may love him more than anything else, but if Jihoon really doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, yet knowing he’s finally happy and not afraid to love again, you’re contented.

Jeonghan felt more relieved than ever, and he badly wants to check if Jihoon’s still on the line, heard every word you said.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” you replied, your heart feeling light and elated.

After you talked with Jeonghan, you finally left, remembering your undone works. Jeonghan immediately lit up his phone screen, smiling when he saw Jihoon’s still on the line with him.

“I don’t know what type of assurance you still need that Y/N is not like the rest, but if it’s you who messed up this time and hurt her or worse, lose her, don’t come crying at me and I’ll be the first one who’ll hurt you. You’re smart, Ji. I’m not rushing you, but I know you know what to do. Please don’t mess this up, though Y/N is fixed when she decides something, she’s still human, Ji, she gets tired.”

--

You didn’t even know when all of your university work piled up, or it’s all on your professors posting assignments over assignments and demanding an early deadline that you felt like you’re bombarded with university stuff.

With this, you have to keep on cancelling some stuff you had set up with Jihoon weeks prior, and knowing his past, you were more than honest about what you’re doing and you tried to keep up with updating him from time to time.

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:13] Jiiii, I’m sorry, I can’t meet up with you today, prof suddenly announced a make-up class on 10 :(((((

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:13] (photo attached) it’s still empty and we’re only five in here yet :< I’m really sorry, Ji

Jihoonie 💞💞 [Tue, 9:15] It’s okay. Focus on your studies first.

Jihoonie 💞💞 [Tue, 9:17] I miss you, though.

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:30] YAH JIHOONIE that’s not very good for my heart :((( <3

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:32] Ok, prof’s here, she’s early

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:32] ttyl ji, I miss u 2 :(( <3

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Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:21] Jiiii, I’m sorry, I can’t meet you for lunch, this horrible prof of mine just asked for my presence

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:21] okay she’s looking at me as if it’s bad to use phones

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:23] gotta go, Ji, she looks like she’ll eat me alive :(

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:24] Ji? I hope you’re not angry or upset :(

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:24] I love you, ttyl? :(

But Jihoon, being Jihoon, your honest reasons were being eaten up with his dark thoughts.

It’s been two weeks since you last properly saw each other, and those span of two weeks, your contact with him lessened.

Jihoon couldn’t help but get swallowed by his thoughts once again, remembering the past these things happened where he’d been ghosted for weeks, which turned to months, and finding out he was just being left hanging.

And his defense mechanism was to ignore you and shut himself; it feels like going back to square one once again.

Until Jeonghan’s words rang through his mind, “I don’t know what type of assurance you still need that Y/N is not like the rest... You’re smart, Ji. I’m not rushing you, but I know you know what to do. Please don’t mess this up… she’s still human, Ji, she gets tired.”

--

You heaved out a heavy sigh and leaned back on your couch, slightly massaging your head as you finally finished the papers you need to submit. “I’m finally done with—“

You turned towards the door; continuous knocks filled the silence of your home. Slightly annoyed at the sound, you grumpily stood up, eyebrows furrowed. “Who the heck will bother me at—“

Your eyes widened and your body system jolted when you were enveloped in familiar warmth, an all too familiar scent invading your nose as there stood Jihoon on your doorway, locking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry Y/N, please don’t leave me, please don’t get tired me…” are the only coherent sentences you heard as Jihoon deeply snuggled into your neck, continuous mumbles of ‘I’m sorry’ leaving his lips and other incoherent words.

Still in each other’s arms, you gently dragged him inside and shut your door. Despite your confusion, you hugged him back tightly and ruffled his hair, trying to calm him down.

“Calm down, Ji. What’s wrong? It’s almost midnight, you could’ve texted me or—“

“I’m ready to take this risk with you, Y/N,” Jihoon whispered. Pulling away from him slightly, you looked up at him, meeting his eyes filled with something you cannot describe. “W-What?”

“You gave me so much time for my heart, for myself to take a break. I’m sorry if I took so long to confirm my feelings, but now I’m certain,” Jihoon paused, his arms went to your cheeks from your waist, cupping it gently.

“I love you, Y/N, and it will be stupid of me to let go of someone like you. Do you… Do you still accept me?”

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, mirroring his. You feel Jihoon’s hands shaking, but not a bad type of shaking, and his eyes, still holding fear but not the same fear as before; fear of what your answer will be. Your heart feels light despite your want to cry; you’ve never been happier like this.

With your own, shaking hands, you held his cheeks, caressing it as if he’s one, fragile glass that should be taken extra care of. “Of course, Jihoon. I always tell you I’m here waiting, right? I love you too. Thank you.”

“No, Y/N. It’s you; thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me, for staying, for loving me despite of everything; thank you. And I believe it’s time for me to do the same thing to you.”

You smiled, your tears falling due to full happiness. “You don’t have to give back the same way, Ji. Just go with your own pace. Knowing that you’re here, knowing that you love me; it’s all enough.”

“I love you so much,” you closed your eyes as Jihoon held you closer, foreheads touching.

“And I love you so much, too.”

“Still, I’m one stubborn man, Y/N, I have to surpass what you did for me.”

You chuckled, “I wasn’t informed this is a competition.”

“It isn’t,” Jihoon replied, as he turned his face upwards and kissed your forehead. “But you deserve the best.”

BONUS (because I stayed up ‘til 4AM to outline this this is for myself lol just kidding)

“Are you really sure you’re going to marry me?” You looked at Jihoon from your lap, your right hand brushing his hair, while Jihoon was holding your left, the ring glistening in the sunlight as he kissed your hand.

“I’ve never been so sure, baby,” Jihoon replied, opening his eyes, meeting your gaze.

Years ago, what you saw in his eyes before were fear, hurt and doubt, and now, as he lay on your lap, hands holding each other, you were more than happy to be the reason it was exchanged with love, care, assurance and confidence, and you’re determined to keep that look on his for as long as you live.

And you’ve got plenty of time to do that.

lyrics prompt open! send in a song line + member!

#no rlly i stayed up 'til 4 for this #just wanna share that stuff #and also i've had two scenarios for this #and i'm more satisfied with this #tnx to the socmed au i read last night #feedbacks...? #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen au #jihoon scenarios #jihoon fanfic #jihoon imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #woozi fanfic

[thirteen-beaxhes]

So yah you made my soulmate cry about your not Tyrus Endgame fic so like if you could make an alternate tyrus endgame chapter that would be great and i wont fite you with bacon

hello hello my dude sskskskssk iM SORRY I DIDNT WANNA HURT ANYONE but i actually had panned out an alternate ending for ‘Our Last Words’ but ultimately scrapped it for the original so i pulled out those notes.

SO this is set after Chapter 7 of ‘Our Last Words’. To recap: the chapter ends with them finally confessing and kissing dramatically in the rain, but Cyrus confessed his fear of losing TJ if he is his soulmate, but TJ reassures him it’ll be okay. But he’s still scared. 

LINKS IN REBLOG 

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With or Without You - U2

Cyrus wished, at that moment, that he had never met TJ.

He wasn’t even sure what the argument had started about, but now they were fully yelling in each other’s faces, hurling insult after insult at each other. Cyrus knew he didn’t mean any of what he was saying, but his mind was stuck in a storm and there was no getting out.

“You can be so infuriating sometimes, Cyrus,” TJ yelled, wildly running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh really? How come?” Cyrus hissed, glaring at TJ.

“Are you serious? All past year, I’ve been so patient, and understanding, never asking why you would just up and leave in between dates or hanging out, trying to not let it upset me. But you never said why, you just kept doing it. And it sucked. But what sucked more is you never said a word. You always just left.”

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s just, I,” Cyrus stammered, unable to find the words. How was he supposed to tell TJ about his nervousness about soulmates and the numbers and letters printed on his shoulder, without sounding paranoid?

TJ just turned away from Cyrus, pinching the bridge of his nose, leaning against the kitchen counter in his house. He took a deep breath but kept his head down.

“I’m gonna go,” Cyrus mumbled, grabbing his phone from the table. TJ scoffed.

“Are you serious right now? You’re literally doing the same thing again!”

“I just have to go,” Cyrus started, his tone pleading.

“Why, Cyrus? Why can’t you just tell me?”

“I can’t! Okay? I can’t tell you!” Cyrus yelled, the tears filling up in his eyes, as he moved to the door. He grabbed his coat and left TJ’s house, the cold air of winter hitting him in the face as soon as he walked out. All he heard was TJ’s sigh as he shut the door behind him.

As he walked away from the house, Cyrus let the tears fall. This had been their worst fight yet. They didn’t fight very often, only irrelevant arguments every now and then. But this one seemed different. And despite how much it hurt, Cyrus knew that it was warranted in some sense. He had been so caught up in his fear of TJ being his soulmate that he had not considered how TJ would be feeling with him leaving abruptly almost every time they hung out.

Were they still together? Cyrus asked himself as he made his way to the Spoon. He really hoped they were, and that this was just another obstacle they would get over. But for some reason, he felt unsure. And that just left a weird feeling in his gut. He shook his head slightly as he pushed open the door of the Spoon, just wanting to settle down with some baby taters and a milkshake.

“Oh, Cyrus! Hey,” a voice said from behind him, and Cyrus turned to see Walker sitting in a booth, waving him over. Cyrus rubbed his nose, which was quite red, and smiled back, heading over to him.

“Hey Walker,” Cyrus said, sliding into the seat opposite to him. Walker furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Cyrus in concern.

“Are you okay, bro? You look hassled.”

Cyrus just waved him off, sniffing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, cold and stuff.”

Walker didn’t look convinced, but nodded his head anyway, as the waitress set down their food. They spent the next half an hour just talking about nothing in particular, Cyrus starting to feel a bit better about things. He hadn’t really spoken much to Walker before, what with all the drama involving him, Andi, Jonah and Buffy. It was a big mess that Cyrus wanted no part of. But, as he kept talking to him, Cyrus realised that they actually got on pretty well. If things were different, they could have been really good friends.

All the while they were at the Spoon, Cyrus itched to check his phone, desperate to see if TJ had texted him, said anything. At various points, he caved and checked, but the notifications were blank. He tapped his fingers against the table repeatedly, his underlying nervousness growing. Walker wasn’t blind, he picked up on his actions soon enough, and finally, he grabbed Cyrus’ hand, forcing him to stop tapping.

“Are you sure everything is okay, Cyrus?” Walker asked, looking Cyrus in the eye. Cyrus forced himself to look back at Walker, taking a deep breath.

“TJ and I got into a huge fight before this,” Cyrus said with a sigh, looking at the empty baby tater basket before him. “And I don’t know if we will still be okay.”

Walker shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that. Your friendship is strong enough to last anything.”

Cyrus gave a short, emotionless laugh. “Friendship, maybe. But a relationship is different, I guess.”

Walker looked confused at first, but then realisation flooded his face, as he leaned back in his seat. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you guys were-”

“It’s okay,” Cyrus interrupted, holding up his hand. “I know what you meant.”

Walker nodded. “I’m sure you guys will be okay.”

Cyrus sighed, taking the opportunity to check his phone again. Still nothing.

There was an awkward silence between them until Walker snapped his fingers. “Oh! I wanted to tell you. There’s an art exhibition tomorrow, and one of my paintings is gonna be there as one of the featured artist works.”

“Whoa, Walker, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you,” Cyrus said, smiling as he bumped fists with him.

“Thanks, man. Anyway, I’d love it if you could come by and see it.”

“Really?” Cyrus asked.

“Yeah,” Walker shrugged. “I still haven’t told Andi or anyone, so you’re the first person I’ve told.”

Cyrus smiled, taking the flyer which Walker had passed over to him. “I’ll try my best to make it.”

“Cool,” Walker replied, smiling warmly. “Tomorrow?”

Cyrus bumped fists with him again as he slid out of the booth seat. “Tomorrow.”

*

Cyrus walked home, the temporary happiness from hanging out with Walker wearing out. He appreciated Walker trying to make him feel better, and it had worked for a bit. But after he left, he looked back at his blank phone screen, the worry setting in. Logic dictated that he should call TJ and talk this out. But when had his logical side ever won against the side holding irrational fear?

Cyrus walked back to his room, throwing his coat on his bed. When he did so, he caught a fleeting glimpse at his watch.

6:17 pm.

Cyrus sighed, heading over to the bathroom. He knew there was no real reason for him to check, he hadn’t been around TJ at the time on his shoulder, but old habits die hard. He pulled down the collar of his shirt, his gaze sliding over, but he did a double take and gasped.

Grey.

What? How? Who could it have been? Only people he had spoken to were TJ and…

Oh.

As if he was stuck in slow motion, Cyrus picked up his phone and shakily clicked on Walker’s contact, typing out a ‘hi’. Holding his breath, he pressed ‘Send’.

This message could not be delivered.

Cyrus gasped, dropping his phone onto the bed, covering his mouth in shock. He hastily typed out many more messages, checking if it wasn’t just a fluke.

This message could not be delivered.

This message could not be delivered.

This message could not be delivered.

Cyrus felt tears prick his eyes, but they weren’t of sadness. Of course, he felt a dull pang of pain, knowing he would never get to talk to Walker again. He really had a great time with him that day, but in the end, they just didn’t know each other well enough. He would miss a friend, though.

But…

TJ wasn’t his soulmate.

That realisation hit Cyrus like a ton of bricks. In the best way possible. TJ wasn’t his soulmate. He wouldn’t lose him. He didn’t need to be scared anymore. He didn’t need to be scared.

“TJ,” Cyrus whispered, as he left his coat and bolted out of his room, down the stairs, out of the doors, into the streets as the sky began to grow darker. Under the darkening sky, Cyrus ran. He ran a record distance for him, all the way trying to call TJ, but receiving no answer.

He reached TJ’s house, but he didn’t knock. Instead, he went to the side of the house, and climbed up to TJ’s window, from where he could see the light on, and a figure walking around the room. He had only climbed up to TJ’s window once, and it had almost ended in a trip to the emergency room. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Cyrus made his way up the drain pipe, very nearly falling off at least 5 times. But eventually, he made it up, rapping his knuckles on TJ’s window, catching his breath after the unbelievable amount of exercise he had done.

He saw TJ pace about his room, his eyes visibly red. At Cyrus’ knocking, he turned around abruptly, his jaw dropping to the floor as he walked up to the window to open it.

“Cyrus, what are you,” TJ started but was cut off by Cyrus pulling him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling TJ as close as he could. TJ was knocked back in shock, but soon enough wrapped his hands around Cyrus’ waist, melting into his touch. Cyrus pulled away, but grabbed TJ’s face, kissing it all over, whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over.

“Hey hey,” TJ said, moving Cyrus back so he could look him in the eye. “It’s okay, Cy. It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry for hurting you TJ,” Cyrus mumbled, his face red, a stray tear falling down his cheek. “I was so scared of possibly losing you, that I just forgot everything else. And I didn’t realise how I was hurting your feelings.”

“Cyrus,” TJ whispered, pushing Cyrus’ hair back, trying to hold the tears back himself. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I said some awful things too. But I told you, you won’t lose me.”

“I know that now,” Cyrus said, looking at TJ with a bright smile of relief.

It took TJ a minute to understand what Cyrus meant, but soon he realised. And he grabbed Cyrus and hugged him tight, spinning him around his room, kissing his cheek, his forehead, his lips. He had never felt more relief in his life.

“We must be the first losers to be so happy that we aren’t soulmates,” Cyrus laughed, bumping his nose with TJ’s.

“So, are we okay?” TJ asked nervously, looking at Cyrus.

Cyrus just smiled, and pulled TJ in for a kiss, nodding his head.

“Yeah, we are. Of course we are.”

They stayed like that, hugging and kissing, high on a different level of happiness. After a while, TJ turned over to Cyrus.

“I don’t care what the universe says,” he whispered, holding Cyrus’ hand. “But you are the best person for me, Cyrus Goodman.”

Cyrus smiled, kissing the tip of TJ’s nose. “And you’re the best person for me, TJ Kippen.”

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Genre:Fluff, 0.1% angst

Word Count: 7145

Pairing: Taejin (Taehyung x Jin)

Summary: Taehyung and Jin meet each other after two years, making themselves feel like they’re back home.

21 months without seeing him was hard. Extremely hard. Taehyung covered his face with his fluffy white pillow, thinking about Seokjin. How would he look? Would his shoulders be broader than before?

He turned towards the right to get a quick glance of the time. He has a photo shoot with Gucci at 7. And then a six-month contract agreement meeting with some French perfume company. He did feel a bit guilty about not being able to remember the company name, but isn’t that why famous models like him have assistants? Nevertheless, knowing that he has more than two hours at hand before his schedule begins, Taehyung decided to remain where he was.  Good thing he went to bed at 8 last night.

“When are you coming, my love?” he thought out loud, scrunching his face up in disappointment. Seokjin was definitely not Taehyung’s type in the beginning. Well…to be more precise, he never expected himself to be interested in men.

Taehyung decided to get nostalgic. He quickly turned to face his newly painted baby blue ceiling.

                        The first meeting was weird (unlike dramas). Taehyung was a nervous alien in that room. The leader and the director had informed him beforehand that he would be meeting the other members.

“What should I do till then?” Taehyung asked, confused and worried.

“Anything you want. Dance, sing or even sit in that corner and read” Namjoon, the leader, politely replied. “Don’t worry a lot, the others are pretty chill.”

After the leader left, Taehyung switched on the stereo, threw his red jacket on the sofa and decided to go with the beats. At one point he got so engrossed in the music that he completely forgot his place and position. And that’s when he met Jin.

“Hi, you must be the new mem-”

"Dance with me."

Even before the guy could reply, Taehyung pulled him to dance with him. Well...technically he thrust his hips on Jin.

“Yah! What in the world are you up to?” The newcomer, completely flustered, asked.

“Don’t you want to dance with me?” Taehyung asked him, a bit hurt. He was unaware of how his action had affected the older man.

“Can’t. Was street-casted for my pretty face, so I just started learning how to”  the newcomer replied, ignoring Taehyung’s actions.

“Kim Seokjin." The man held his hand out. "What’s yours?”

“Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you, visual partner! How old are you?”

“19”

“Whoa! Hyung, I’m 16. How do you look so young?”

“That’s my face,” Jin smirked, rubbing his chin.

“Wow,” Taehyung exclaimed and suddenly pulled Jin’s cheeks. He generally didn’t mind doing things like this cause he used to be a part of a circle where physical contact was considered normal. But for Jin, it was something new. Of course, he knew who he was from the beginning and embraced it pretty well. But being a bit conservative, accepting actions like this seemed a bit hard.

“Don’t- Not my face!” He let out a startled shout. Taehyung noticed Jin’s ears turning red. “Hyung, why is your ear red? It makes you look weird!” He gave a quick laugh and moved his hand towards Seokjin’s ear. Before he could touch it, the latter pulled back. “Sto-Stop! Don’t be so weird” he replied, shocked by Taehyung’s action.  And with that the older man walked out of the room, his heart pounding in his chest like never before.

Taehyung was a bit flustered too, yes, but well…he was dumb at that time. Dumb enough not to understand what he felt.

“Ahh!! Seokjin-ah, when are you coming back?!”  Taehyung whined in his empty room, which was now slowly filling up with light.

Eventually, the two of them realized that they have a lot in common. They soon started spending nights talking about their favorite anime, k-dramas, movies, etc.  

It was one tiring, clumsy night for the entire team. And this 17-year-old kid decided to relax by watching Reply 1994.

“You watch this too?” Seokjin asked, troubling the poor boy right in the middle of the climax.

“Yeah hyung, it’s too good, isn’t it?”

“Can’t deny that! Here, let me watch with you.”

Seokjin quickly jumped down from his bunk and went up to Tae’s. They tried to cover themselves with a single blanket. Unfortunately, Jin's shoulders being crazy huge, made it a bit hard for the two of them to fit in. So Jin did the one thing he could think of at that time: make Taehyung sit on his lap. 

But little did he know how Taehyung felt at that point. To his own surprise, Taehyung’s heart was thumping so fast that he was scared that Seokjin would be able to hear it. Jin was, after all, trying to have fun with him. And here his heart was going crazy. What was wrong with him?

And it started getting more intense after that. During the debut days, when he and Seokjin would do vlogs together, Taehyung’s feelings would make him giddy. Whenever Jin kept his hand on Tae's shoulder or chin, he would become so nervous that he kinda starts acting hyper, weirding out Jin in the process. Sometimes, things would become so complicated that they would awkwardly end their vlogs.

                       The phone rang. Taehyung was pretty sure that it was his assistant. And it was.

“YOU LITERALLY HAVE AN HOUR BEFORE THE PHOTOSHOOT!! AN HOUR!”  She exploded from the other side.

“Ahh…chill Sun-ssi, I’m almost done dressing up!” Taehyung shamelessly lied, jumping out of his bed. He quickly ran to his closet and started pulling out random dresses.

“Hurry up Taehyung-ssi! I’ll be there in 5.” Sun quickly cut the phone, even before Taehyung could oppose.

“And I’m screwed.” With that, Taehyung ran to the washroom forgetting about Seokjin for a while.

Taehyung quickly took a hot shower, not giving himself a chance to enjoy the heat. He then ran half-naked to his messy living room in search of the hair dryer, only to realize that it was in his room.

“God, please make sure Sun is late. She’ll kill me if she sees me like this!” Taehyung prayed, quickly putting on a red Gucci shirt.

Lucky for him, Sun was 5 minutes late. However, she didn’t lose her opportunity of scolding Taehyung, much to his dismay.

“Mr. Kim, can you please put on some make-up?  At least, look good while meeting the stylist!”

“ Noona, they would anyways remove it.” Taehyung huffed, wiping his hair with the towel to dry off the remaining water.

“Uff!  Taehyung, at least color your hair for tomorrow’s shoot! The purple is fading!” Sun replied, noticing the messy condition of his hair. She quickly opened the door for him once they reached the entrance of the building.

“Changing it to black, so don’t worry!” Taehyung replied, getting into the car waiting for him. Sun gave him a worried glance and quickly joined him.

Kim Taehyung, according to her, was a great man. In her 5 years as an assistant for various models, she has never seen someone so beautiful and committed. He was a man who could simply kill anyone with his looks and also melt people’s heart with his puppy-like personality. Gucci made the right choice of picking this man 2 years back when BTS went on a hiatus.

But, there were a few things that still troubled her. Like the dreamy look on his face every time someone left him alone. The way he kept searching or expecting for someone to appear. And much more.

Taehyung was not short of love. She loves him. His friends love him. His co-workers, stylists everyone loves him. He spends every weekend with the other BTS members… recently he had a night out with them to wish Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon best of luck for their military enlistment. He himself would be enlisting next year with Jimin and Jungkook.

“What are you staring at noona?” Taehyung asked, chuckling at the way Sun’s mouth was open.

“N-nothing!” She could feel the heat rising up her cheeks.

“Ah...don't lie. You didn’t even notice me picking up your phone from your lap. And your mouth was wide open.” He quickly handed over the phone, with the boxy smile on his face.

“Don’t talk like you don’t dream!" Sun replied with a pout.

After a minute of silence, Sun asked him the question that had been bothering her for quite a long time.

"Taehyung-ssi, can I ask you something?"

“Please, drop that ‘ssi’. I’m younger than you noona.”

“Fine. Are you dating someone? Because sometimes, it looks like you are searching or waiting for someone to come and meet you during your shoots.”

Taehyung did a double take at that question. Everyone at the workplace talked about their dates, girlfriends and all, except him.

“Well, I’m not interested in girls.” Taehyung carefully replied, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the question. He knew he would soon get a chance to tell the world about his love for Jin. But, he has to wait for a while.

It was a fine night when he realized his feelings for Jin. All he felt at that time was horror and disgust. What would Jin think of him? Would they stop going out for dinner together? Would he completely ignore him? But in addition to all this, a sense of self-disgust started enveloping him. There were nights where he would silently breakdown in the bathroom, blaming himself for being a disgrace, a disappointment to everyone he loved.

What would his parents do with him? Would they suffer from shame too, because of him?

And then Bangtan. They had just started making progress. What would happen if someone finds out? Would he be the demise of his members’ dreams?

“Taehyung? What-wait, why are you crying?” Jimin caught him one night sitting and crying in the tub.

“I’m sorry” Taehyung kept uttering out those words in the middle of his sobs. Jimin didn’t understand what had gone wrong. Taehyung was never like this. Of course, his friend was weird, but no one has a problem with that. In fact, people love that side of him.

“Taehyung-ah, tell me. Please?” Jimin asked. He couldn’t bear to see his best friend cry. He had never seen him cry like this.

“I-I like Jin hyung.”

Jimin froze on spot. “H-how long?” his voice shook, in surprise.

“Too long. Hate me as much as you want.” Taehyung controlled his tears for a moment to look at Jimin’s face. The sight baffled him.

“Why?” Taehyung asked, seeing the tears fall from Jimin’s eye. Shouldn’t he be disgusted with him?

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help you earlier.” Jimin hugged the younger boy and started sobbing with him. It was too much for someone to deal with something like this alone. Why didn’t he realize sooner? Wasn’t it obvious by the way Taehyung always looked at Jin? His best friend had been with him for so long, helped him fit in at school, made him part of Bangtan and yet, he let him suffer like this alone. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault for being who he was. He cursed himself for not giving Taehyung a place to talk about how he felt.

“Talk to me okay? We’ll cry together and find solutions for it” Jimin smiled, his teary-eyes almost invisible in the dark. The smile of acceptance, that Taehyung wanted to see the most.    

“Noona wants to ask me out?” Taehyung asked with a playful smile on his face.

“I’m married,” Sun replied, already used to the kid’s antics.

 Yes, he likes peaceful environments. But, never once has he hated Seoul for being noisy, dirty and dusty. Well, until today.

Jin sat in the corner of the bus, praying that no one notices him. The last thing he wants right now is to people take photographs of him and ruin his ideas.

“Excuse me, sir, Could you shift inside?” a girl with blond hair asked. Seokjin freaked out.

“Go-uhh…yes.” He moved to the corner, carefully eyeing the girl. The Cooky keychain hanging from her backpack was enough proof that she could identify him. So, why hasn’t she?

A number of weird thoughts started eating him up. His stomach did a double take with every new question that was popping up in his head. Does he look that different? Does he look so old? Has BTS lost its popularity? Will Taehyung and the others recognize him?!

“Um…Jin-ssi” the girl whispered, bringing Jin back to earth. Poor guy was now completely confused.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise” She held out her pinky. The man’s muscle relaxed.

“I still look the same right?” Jin asked, making the blondie giggle.

“Yes yes. You haven’t aged a bit! When did u come back?”

“Today. Please don’t post anywhere. At least till I tweet.”

“Sure. Oppa looks good with short black hair.”

“I know”

Jin politely thanked the girl for not screaming once he reached his destination. And thanked God for not ruining his plan. Upon arrival, a known face with dirty blond hair walked towards him to give him a big hug.

“Hyung!” Jimin replied, hugging Jin from the back. He never really expected himself to be the first member to meet Jin.

“Ah…Jimin-ah, don’t scare me like that. You know the scardy-cat I am!”

“You haven’t changed a bit!” Jimin laughed wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Yah! Just because I said I’m still scared doesn’t mean I haven’t changed!” Jin pouted. “Now, come and help me.”

Hadn’t it been for Jimin and Namjoon’s help, Jin would’ve never got a chance to confess his feelings to Tae. He had talked to Namjoon in cafes about a lot of sensitive stuffs. The fact that he wasn’t straight. In fact, Namjoon was one of the first to accept Jin for who he was. So Jin decided to ask his opinion once he was sure of what he felt.

“Namjoon. How do I even control the way I feel about him? You know, my ears keep turning red every time he does something unintentionally. That poor kid has no idea about the effect he has on me!!”

“Hyung, are you blind? He clearly has feelings for you.”

“Yah! Don’t raise my hopes up like that. How can you assume that he likes me just after that one incident I told you about, huh?! Don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” Jin pouted.

“One incident? Hyung, the two of you go out alone to eat. Sleep together every now and then. And have you ever seen the way he gets flustered around you?! He HUGGED Jungkook after seeing you hug me! WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU WANT?!” Namjoon broke his pen, accidentally hitting it with his fist while lecturing the older.

Jin secretly hoped that Namjoon was right. He wanted it to be true.

That night, Jin was getting ready for bed. He was in the middle of his routine night shower, thinking of ways to make Jungkook feel more comfortable in their presence. That’s when someone knocked at the door.

“Hyung!” Taehyung called out.

Jin could feel his ears turn red. What’s he doing here now? What’s his problem?!

“Yeah? Is everything okay Tae? Just gimme a few minutes. I’ll come out and-“

“Hyung, can we take a bath together?”

Shit, what is going on? Jin was completely flustered at the request. A mixed sense of embarrassment and happiness started pooling within him. His was pretty sure that his heart would burst at any moment, judging by the speed it was beating.

“What?” Jin asked, trying to keep his tone under control.

“Can we take a b-bath t-together?” Taehyung asked waiting near the entrance, closing eyes. Jin couldn’t help but notice Tae shaking in fear and embarrassment. Jin couldn’t help but smile. Namjoon was right after all. “How about we go out and have ice cream together. I’ll treat you with something expensive.”

“So no bath?” Taehyung asked, his face falling in disappointment.

“I didn’t say no, did I?” Jin replied, smirking at Taehyung. “Get in before I change my mind.”

“Perfect!” The cameraman gave a thumbs-up, assuring Taehyung. “Next shoot is on Monday. I have given Mrs. Lee your details.”

“We’re having a celebration tonight! Join us Taehyung!!” Solbin, Taehyung’s partner asked, pulling the hem of his shirt.

“Thanks for the offer Solbin, but I’ll pass. Got another contract to sign.” Taehyung replied.

“Mr. Kim, we literally have 20 minutes for the sign-up! Hurry now!!” Sun called out from the other side of the hall.

“Ah, later then, busy man.” Solbin waved and walked off.

 “SIXTEEN CALLS!? Jimin I told you I would have a photoshoot today. Couldn’t you wait for a while?!” Taehyung sighed, sitting on the stool and waiting for the stylists to get him ready.

“Aish, it’s just a photoshoot. Something we’ve been doing for the past 8 years.” Jimin replied, annoyed at the way Taehyung was acting.

“So what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, checking his watch. His stylists were definitely running late this time.

“You know today’s a Thursday right?”

“Yeah, what about it? Wait, shit, I’m so so-“

“Screw you.” Jimin cut him off. “Jungkook and I are going out somewhere.”

“Somewhere or to his house?” Taehyung teased him.

“Don’t forget that you’re as straight as a circle. Have fun drinking alone.” Jimin quickly cut the phone before Taehyung could apologize. He definitely has to buy him a drink now, to bring things back to normal.

“How did it go?” Jungkook called out from his studio.

“So far fine. Let’s just hope it works out.”

Taehyung didn’t expect Jimin to blow up like that. What’s gotten into him? He was fine with it when the whole world shipped him with Jungkook. So why is he trying to act so bothered? What is his problem? Jimin should understand how busy Taehyung could get at times. It doesn’t mean that his friends have lost priority.  

“Mr. Kim, please remove your bracelets. It doesn’t match with your outfit.” The stylist called out

“Uhh…yeah, will do right away.” He carefully removed each one of them and put it in his bag.

“Umm…Mr. Kim, even this one.”  The stylist asked pointing at the thin, white gold bracelet with interlocked rings.

“Sorry, I don’t want to. It means the world to me.” Taehyung smiled and continued to focus on his phone.

  “Are we done for today?” Taehyung asked his assistant, removing the excess make up from his face while sitting in the car. He kinda finds it annoying when it starts dripping down in the heat.

“Yes, Taehyung. You have any personal plans?” Sun asked, arranging files in order.

“Had. Drop me at home please?” Taehyung replied, disappointment popping up in his tone.

“Everything alright? You sound upset Taehyung?”

“Not exactly noona. Jimin’s pissed at me for forgetting tonight. I didn’t mean that to happen you know? And plus I’m exhausted. Eating ramen at home would be nice” Taehyung answered, giving Lee Sun a reassuring smile.

“Fine, you can get down right here. We’re just two minutes away from your apartment” Sun replied, asking the chauffeur to stop. She quickly handed him a black mask and opened the door. “Walking might help you clear your mind.”

Taehyung walked along the pathway admiring the forest, something he rarely does due to his hectic schedule. Nevertheless, it definitely brought back memories.

“Hyung, are you sure about this?” Taehyung asked, trying to catch up with the older man. What if someone caught them together?

“Relax Tae, we could just tell them that we were going on a morning walk. And seriously, how do you expect people to be awake at 4??”

“So why in the world did you wake me up so early? We had practice yesterday till 11:30!”

“Just shut up and come!”

Seokjin took him to a deserted park in the middle of a small hill, which would be filled with children in the bright daylight. He held the younger’s hand and seated him on a swing.

“Seriously hyung, I know I like this but-“

“Can you just wait, my love?” Jin quickly shut the poor boy up. He knew how vulnerable Taehyung was for his cheesy words and phrases.

“Get your phone ready. The moment is pretty short.”

In a few minutes, the night sky started getting lighter. Taehyung was speechless. He had witnessed sunrise many times before in the countryside. But this was nothing short of magnificent. As dawn came by, the two of them could see the sun’s red rays border the dark sky. It was almost like an entrance to another world.

“This is…more beautiful than sunrise.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Seokjin replied, clicking a candid of the younger man. The red-bordered-blue- sky made Taehyung look more beautiful. It was a pure miracle that he was with the beautiful man in front of him.

“Hyung, how did you…” Taehyung stopped midway, noticing Jin staring at him. His heart did a double take, looking at the older. Jin absolutely loved him. He was now sure of it.

“How did you find it?” Tae continued, without breaking the eye contact.

“Actually, I was practicing until 5am last Monday. We had our comeback show you know, and I wanted to give my best. So right in the middle of the practice. I never really expected the break of dawn to be more beautiful than the actual sunrise!” He took a deep breath before continuing.” And it was long since we spent time together, so I wanted it to be something different. No one would catch us at this hour. Just you and me together in this old, dusty park.”

“I’m sorry V” Jin choked. “I wish I could show you to the entire world. How much you mean to me. I wish we could walk around hand-in-hand and enjoy the sunset. And much more. But I-“

Taehyung couldn’t stop himself. Screw the world for now. Jin and his lips were all that mattered. The feeling whenever their lips meet never gets old. And he was glad. So glad that Jin was here, beside him.

“You know, we can always share that burden together?” Taehyung smiled, immediately pulling out of the kiss. He then nuzzled Jin’s neck and continued “And the last part was a bit too much. We’ve already gone on exquisite dates without people knowing!”

“I-I was trying to sound cheesy and romantic!” Jin replied, his voice going an octave higher in embarrassment. He then hid his head on Taehyung’s comparatively small shoulder. But, it wasn’t enough to stop his ears from turning red.

“I like you being cheesy. And surprising me like this.” Taehyung let out his boxy grin, patting the older man’s head.

Taehyung’s gaze went right to his apartment window when he realized that he had reached his building. And the sight couldn’t have baffled him more.

He left his house 12-13 hours back. The curtains were wide open. Lights switched off and rooms messed up. But now, it looked like a whole new place! The vase was back in its place near the window. The transparent curtains, that he had thrown in the storeroom was now diligently doing its work, preventing a lot of light from entering. Why? The flat facing the river now looked like it was occupied by a married couple!

Taehyung immediately rushed to his house, without paying much heed to his surroundings.  Who would’ve got the code number correctly? He quickly punched the password onto the lock and opened the door.

“What the fuck?” was all he could exclaim looking at the makeover.

The floor which used to be covered with clothes was all clean and tidy. The empty wine bottles that were thrown over the table were now missing.  In addition to the neat and tidy room, there was a huge packet on the dining table. And believe it or not, it was something Taehyung never imagined it to be.

Fresh, ripe strawberries. Judging by the beautiful fragrance that quickly filled up the room, it was from Daegu.

Taehyung was never this scared in life. No one, literally no one from his new company and contact list knew that he liked strawberries. No one would even guess the passcode. Except for those 6 idiots. And 4 of them were in the military. Even if they were there in Seoul today, it would be impossible for them to get this directly from Daegu.  Also, they respect each other’s privacy so much that they wouldn’t even dream of touching other’s phone. Except-

“No way” Taehyung froze on that spot. His heart started ramming on his chest so fast that he couldn’t process anything. It was so bad that he literally threw his bag down and sat on the floor, trying really hard to control his heartbeat and the nervousness that was pooling inside him.

“Okay, V calm down.” He told himself, using his stage name. “It’s alright. If it was him, he would’ve called you first. He would’ve come out to greet you from the kitchen. So stop assuming things and get changed.” But even after his small pep talk, Taehyung couldn’t move a muscle. He just couldn’t imagine that.

“Maybe Sun decided to help.” He continued convincing himself. “Yeah, it makes more sense. She couldn’t see me sad, so she called a few people to clean my house. She thought it would relieve me of some work and- SHIT IT’S HIM!!”

Sitting right in front of him, on the couch was RJ. The plushy that Jin carries with him everywhere. Looking at it, Taehyung was completely sure: Kim Seokjin is in his house. Or was. His heart was on the verge of exploding. Jin is back. His boyfriend is back. He is going to see him.

But to see him, Taehyung HAS to get up and walk. Which, judging by the way he was sitting with his hands on his head, would be quite impossible at the moment.

With whatever courage the man could muster, Taehyung slowly tip-toed his way to his room. His heart had no intentions of being merciful. “Okay” Taehyung took a huge breath and quickly opened the door.

The room was extremely cold, just like the way Jin would like it to be. And yes, as Taehyung expected, he was there in his room. Sleeping to be exact. Taehyung walked into the room with so much caution, fearing that Jin would vanish.  Each and every step he took towards Jin felt like his last one. At one point, Taehyung was pretty sure that he would pass out.

He immediately stopped once he was close enough to the side where Jin was sleeping. Jin looked the same, beautiful. His plump lips looked fresher to Tae, probably because he was seeing him after a really long time. His short black hair, which was messy right now, made him look even more gorgeous. Taehyung could keep staring at him for eternity, if not for his nerves.

The next thing our admirer does is try to touch Jin. Of course, no one can blame Taehyung there because who wouldn’t want to touch worldwide handsome? That too after two years? Taehyung slowly caresses Jin's cheeks, fearing that the latter would vanish at his touch. The moment his long, slender fingers made contact with the soft cheeks, Taehyung confirmed that it is Jin. His boyfriend. The only man in the entire world Taehyung would die for.

And guess what? Taehyung’s nerves gave in. The moment he realized that he wasn’t dreaming, the pent up excitement and fear completely made him breakdown. Within a few seconds, the supposed-to-be-ecstatic Kim Taehyung was a sobbing mess. It was so horrible (according to him) because even he couldn’t understand what was making him cry. And neither did the sleeping Seokjin, who was now woken up by Taehyung’s wails.

“Tae-Taehyung-ah?” Jin quickly got up, half-happy, half-sleepy and completely confused. “Wh-what happened?!”

“H-hyung yo-you are a-awake,” Taehyung told in between his sobs. God, this was going really bad.

“What’s wrong Taehyung?” Jin asked pulling the man close to him, wiping his eyes. Did he do something wrong? Was Taehyung sad with him?

“N-no hyung,” The younger man reassured him. He took in a deep breathe, putting his head on top of Jin’s shoulder. Without lifting his head, he makes a polite request. “Hyung, it’s cold. Switch it off.”

“Sure,” Jin replied pulling out the remote from under his pillow. Some habits never die.

“Is everything okay?” Jin asked after switching off the A/C. He slowly starts brushing Taehyung’s hair with his fingers, to coax him.

“Sorry, Jin hyung, I just couldn’t believe. It is you, right?” Taehyung asked, tightening his grip over Jin.

“Don’t be. And yes it is me” Jin laughed, patting Taehyung on the head. “By the way, purple doesn’t look that bad.”

“It looks horrible!”

“Nothing looks horrible on my Taehyungie. On the contrary, everything looks stunning on you.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung whined, hiding his head on Seokjin’s chest in embarrassment.

“So, shall I get dinner ready? Since I dozed off, I wouldn’t be able to surprise you. Is ramen okay?”

“I was just thinking about that.”

“Ahh,” Jin smiled and quickly planted a kiss on Taehyung’s forehead.

“Get changed. And don’t you dare mess up the floor once again.” Jin sternly replied and walked out of the room.

Well, to be honest, Taehyung wasn’t the only one who almost died of nervousness. As soon as Jin walked out of that room, he ran towards RJ and covered his face with it. Thank the good lord that Taehyung forgot to switch on the room light. Jin’s face was completely red.

“Fuck, why is he so gorgeous?!” he exclaimed under his breath. “And he called himself ugly with that purple hair? Damn him.” Jin turned towards the door, expectantly, hoping that Taehyung would run towards him.

But after waiting for 5 mins, which seemed like hours to him, Jin just got up (purely on instinct, happens when you don’t see someone for too long!) and walked towards the now closed room. He swiftly turned the knob, thereby opening it without making much noise. Not being able to see Taehyung in the room, Jin makes his way to the bathroom. He knew he was going to regret whatever he was doing. But well…sometimes, needs and desires should be given more priority.

Jin wasn’t himself today. That was for sure.  Taehyung was quite surprised to see Jin walk in, without permission.

“Wow, now that’s something,” Taehyung smirked. Trying something like this is not Jin’s cup of tea. “Since when did u become so brave?” Tae continued, switching off the shower. He opened the translucent door that was separating the two of them.

“People change, you know,” Jin replied quickly throwing his sweatshirt on the floor. Taehyung whistled, looking at the sight in front of him.

“Damn, Jungkook would be stumped if he got to see this” Taehyung growled. He caressed Seokjin’s chest and slowly moved his hands down to his abs. The Kim Seokjin standing in front of him was a masterpiece he would never let go of.

“I know” Jin replied, pulling the younger man closer.

“Hyung, how do you expect me to take a shower if you keep holding me like this?”

“But I’m hungry.”

“So go make ramen. I’ll come out in a minute.”

“Who wants ramen when there’s a whole fucking meal standing right in front of me?!”

“Ohh,” Taehyung smirked. “So don’t get your meal cold. Undress and come in.”

“Hyung, I told you not to go overboard!” Taehyung shouted from the bedroom examining his neck. Gods, how in the world were those stylists going to hide all the hickeys. Sun was definitely going to kill him.

“Relax; no one would even notice them,” Jin called out from the kitchen.

“No one would even notice them?! Do you know how huge they are?”

“Taehyung-ah, stop making such a huge fuss. If you’re so embarrassed, just tell them you’re sick and bunk. Who’s going to come and check?” Jin walked into the room, towards Taehyung.

“And anyways, those hickeys in your neck make you look extra good. “ Jin sneakily placed his hands on Taehyung’s perfect ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Fine, I’ll deal with this later. So tell me more about the service. What did they make you do?” Taehyung asked, taking Seokjin to the kitchen. He then arranges two bowls and chopsticks on the counter, while Jin transfers the ramen into the bowls. The latter then opens the refrigerator and pulls out two cans, one diet coke, and another, a beer and places it near the ramen.

“Well…I wasn’t in the front lines. But hell, they made me work out like a pig! They made the whole lot jog for 30-40km!” Jin exclaimed, slurping the noodle. “They don’t even give you good food! And there are so many rats in the dorm rooms! Once I almost threw a pillow on my commander because-“

“You threw a pillow at your commander?!” Taehyung asked, bursting into laughter.

“Almost. It was running where he was standing. What do you expect me to do huh?” Jin pouted.

“Aww, Seokjinnie is still scared of pests?” Taehyung asked in a teasing tone, pulling Jin’s chin.

“I’m not sure. Sometimes I feel like I can deal with cockroaches. Why are you grinning at me like an idiot?”

“Because you’re cute,” Taehyung replied, giving a quick peck on Jin’s cheek. Jin could feel his ears turn red. Not wanting to get teased more, he clears his throat and changes the topic. “Oh, by the way, my train stopped at Daegu for a while. I met Yoongi over there.”

“Really? How does he look?!” Taehyung asked, forgetting about his coke for a while.

“More skinny. He has tanned a bit. Otherwise, nothing about him has changed. He’s still that scary old grandpa” Jin quickly took a sip of his beer.

“Where did he go?”

“I can’t remember exactly where but, somewhere in the North only. He said he is coming here tomorrow. Jimin has planned a party for him.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Taehyung interrupted. “Jimin teased me.” He pouted like a baby before continuing. “I am so damn busy with all those photoshoots these days. So I forgot about tonight.”

“What was tonight?”

“After you and Yoongi left, the 5 of us decided to meet up every Thursday. Like I got recruited by Gucci. Jungkook has drifted towards directing and GV related stuffs. Jimin has recently released a single which you should definitely listen to. Hoseok-hyung had been focusing on teaching juniors to dance. Technically he has joined hands with our dance managers. Namjoon-hyung started producing songs and rapping English covers and all.”

“So I’m the only one who has to search for something to do huh?” Seokjin sighed, trying really hard not to show his disappointment. He knew he would be in huge trouble once Bangtan disbands or goes on a hiatus.

“Hyung, you just came back. There’re-“   Taehyung stopped when he sensed Jin’s disappointment.

“Look at me hyung.” Taehyung turned Jin’s head, facing his. “You’ll get your chance. You have so much to choose from. You can sing, act, model, host variety shows, etc. You can literally do so much, and you’re scared that you won’t be successful like us?”

“It’s just that I-“

“No ‘just’. You’ll do it. I’ll make sure you get it.” Taehyung smiled and took Jin’s bowl along with his to the sink.

Jin couldn’t have been more grateful.

“So, how did you get these strawberries?” Taehyung asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh, you won’t even believe it! Do you know where these are from?” Jin asked, quickly removing the stalk from the berry.

“Where?” Taehyung asked, taking the strawberry from Jin and putting it in his mouth.

“Where?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t guess it by the taste? You were the one who told me that different strawberries taste different!”

“ Hyung, it’s been so long since I tried one from Daegu…wait, no way.” Jin smiled at the younger man’s surprised reaction. “Yeah, getting it?”

“Hyung did u actually go there?! Oh my god, it’s from the farm, right? Oh my god.” Tears started to well up in Taehyung’s eyes. Never had he imagined he would get to taste them once again. The perfectly ripe, sweet and a tad bit tangy strawberries that grew in the field. His field.

“How?” he replied, his voice choking.

“Now why are you crying Taehyungie? I thought this would make you happy. “Jin frowned, pulling Taehyung closer to him on the couch. “It really hurts to see you cry like this you know? Am I making you that sad?” He slowly kissed his cheeks, moving down to his neck and chest, until Taehyung was able to take control over his emotions.

“No Hyung.” Taehyung huffed. “I’m just so happy. It’s such a relief you know. To have you back like this. To sit and spend time with you like this.” He then stretched himself in such a way that he was able to rest his head on Jin’s chest, one of his favorite places in his hyung.

“So continue, how did you get them?”

“Well…I thought I should get you something interesting. And that’s when I met your mum.”

“Wow, you saw Tannie?” Taehyung interrupted, yawning and hugging Jin at the same time.

“Your baby was just fine. Started wagging as soon as he saw me. So where was I? Ah…yes, your mum. She was so excited to see me you know?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We spent an hour sitting and chatting about this cool new recipe she tried that week. She even gave me extra tips on fermenting the kimchi. She even talked about you. Why did you forget to call her huh? She was so worried!”

“Sorry, my photoshoots were going out of hand. “ Taehyung answered, once again yawning loudly.

“She knows. She then asked me to take this home to you. But seriously Taehyung, you’ve been living in such an ugly mess. Like the moment I entered the room, all I could see was that the trash was filled with coke cans?! Like seriously, are you mad? You might end up falling sick! Hey, are you even listen-“

Well…poor Jin wasted all his scoldings on the sleeping Taehyung. Taehyung was so exhausted that he automatically fell asleep on Jin’s chest.

Jin slowly took Taehyung’s hand and placed it on his neck. The sofa was so small that they were sure to get a cramp. “Taehyungie” Jin called out to himself, smiling. He definitely should get his sweetheart a new bracelet. The old one was losing its shine.

The older man slowly turned his gaze towards the ceiling when his mind started to wander, going back to the past. The two of them never tried hiding their relationship. Somehow, it automatically went to the backseat in 2016. And it remained there. In fact, after that the entire team made sure that it remained there.

But still, there were the interviews. Like hell, how were people so blind to the fact that Taehyung was so obvious? Jin could never really understand how people kept missing on them whenever Taehyung used to openly touch his thighs and hands. It was kind of hilarious you know. I mean, you won’t touch someone like that if you considered them to be your brother.

And then comes the lives. God, it was really clear that they would keep staring at each other through the screen. Sneak in a flying kiss every now and then. Openly flirt. And much more. Yet people never caught them. Jin soon realized that there was no point in acting so chill and indifferent to Taehyung because people just wouldn’t see them. It was almost something beyond their imagination, he supposed.

“I wish I could’ve tried more in those shows,” Jin told himself, moving his almost-numb hand over Taehyung’s head. “Like seriously, nobody caught me giving a flying kiss to Tae during those opening ceremonies, American talk shows, and interviews. How can they be so ignorant?”

“But it was good in one way,” He continued, letting out a quick yawn. “We got to confess our love and get closer to each other because of ARMY. And I’m grateful for that.” And like that, Jin closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to his own dream world.

Seriously, couldn’t you guys be louder?” Jungkook asked mockingly looking at Taehyung’s neck. “Damn, Jin took all his pent up frustrations and desires on you!”

“What’s your problem huh? They look good on me.” Taehyung replied back, pretty pissed. Not at what Jungkook said but at Jin.

“Yah Jin-hyung, why don’t you just get your ass out there and make out with that asshole there huh? You anyways can’t stay without touching him.”

“Not again Taehyung. I told you for the millionth time that-”

“So? You expect me to believe in that shit? Go! Get away from my sight and start making out!”

“Ohh, you’ve become so arrogant huh?” Jin retorted back. “Guess what! Why don’t you go have sex with that guy you hugged today morning in the shoot.  He has a better body than me right?”

“So you’re jealous hyung?” Taehyung voice almost rose up.

“You’re talking as if you aren’t “

“Why don’t you guys just not meet each other for another two years? At least the three of us would be at peace.” Yoongi replied, pouring drinks for all of them.

“NO!” Both of them replied in unison.

“Yeah yeah. I’m pretty sure people in love for so long don’t fight about things like this. Break up already guys!” Jimin sighed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No, I love him. Don’t tell me what to do!” Seokjin replied back, banging his fist on the table.

“Hyung what?” Taehyung asked, with an amused smile on his face.

“I said I love-“Jin stopped midway as soon as he realized what he was saying. His face turned red and heartbeat accelerated.

“No-Nothing.”

“But your face says otherwise hyung!” Jungkook laughed, pointing at his hyung’s ear. Taehyung quickly pulled Jin for a hug and a peck on his lips. “You heard him, Kook. And neither will I because I love him more than anything else in this world!”

Jimin and Yoongi sat together in the corner looking at the couple and the annoying Jungkook.

“Taehyung and Jin’s confession was completely unnecessary,” Jimin replied, pouring himself some more Soju.

“I swear. It’s literally written all over their face. You can see their eyes becoming hearts every time they look at each other. They look so complete” Yoongi replied.

“Guess this is what you call being at home.” Jimin replied, pulling Jungkook beside him. And Yoongi couldn’t agree more with Jimin that night.

#bts #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #park jimin #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #jhope #bts v #bts jin #bts rm #bts suga #taejin #bts taejin #bts jikook #taejin fluff #bts fanfics #bts fluff #taehyung #seokjin #taehyung x jin #gucci taehyung #taejin near future au #taejin fanfic

[jinsung-doyum-1the9]

UP10TION BLUE ROSE; DETECTIVE AU PT5

JUST step out of the company, they see Yohan waiting on a bench. M was surprised that he would still chase after A but liked his determination. Out of all the people A had seen before he liked Yohan the most, KU and KA also supported their relationship although they were never confirmed as a couple. 

The real reason Yohan was there was because A felt guilty for earlier, she also knew he’d follow them back to the company anyway so she texted him. She told the others to walk ahead in the meantime she quickly ran to Yohan giving him the yellow roses and a different note that expressed her apology and also a warning to stay away and not to ask questions for the time being. Yohan didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth before she was already running back to JUST’s side. 

When they reach the corner of the massive company building Kate notices Wooseok leaning against the wall checking his phone. “Oh hey Wooseok!” she greets, startling him and attracting the others attention towards him. 

KU: “are you waiting for us or something?” 

Wooseok: “not exactly..” 

Kuba turns towards the group before turning back and accusingly points his finger towards Wooseok. “You’re spying on us!” 

Wooseok lowkey panics, JUST pick up on this but just waits for his response or more so excuse. “No! I was just passing by and decided to visit you guys so we could return to the base together.. but um.. notifications you know..” he tried to convince. 

“You could always turn your phone off, or just leave it on do not disturb mode” KU suggested. “Kuba, it’s already quarter to 9, there’s no time for your rant about phones ruining missions! let’s go before Jinhoo starts whining.” A remarked this sparked JUST’s memories of the last time they were late to one of Up10tion’s meetings.

KA: “We were literally called for an emergency an hour before the meeting! we barely escaped with our lives!”

KU: “I was this close to being shot by those bastards!”. He used actions to exaggerate his words.

A: “That was the first time I had to drive runaway and my second time driving a car”

M: “okay but at least Y/N and Kuba had experience being hostages beforehand, that was terrifying”

A just laughs at the other’s traumatic experience, she had gone through enough hostages and wild missions before that she was immune to almost anything, she knew the others were too but it was fun to exaggerate their first pressuring times on a mission.

Wooseok: “They really make you go through that?”. He was quite concerned, half of them had just turned 18 that year, they would've only been around 16-17 at the time and wouldn’t that task be for the police force in the company?

M quickly brushed off the question with a shrug as the others nodded. “it was part of our case, it was our responsibility..” M added.

They took a few more steps forwards before they were interrupted by A’s phone ringing. She checked the caller with KU and Wooseok looking in from over her shoulder. It was Yohan. She swiftly put her phone away after blocking his number. “They take up a lot of time don’t they?” Wooseok commented.

“Are we talking about phones again.. or her boyfriend?” Ku questioned. “Kuba I wouldn’t-” before M could finish his warning A turned to the others advising them not to have any contact with Yohan or as little possible contact with him.

“Why?” Kate asked the question everyone had on their mind but knew not to push it, KA didn’t get the memo. Before A got too worked up by the question M quickly answered for her, “it’s a delicate subject and this is a delicate case..”.

KU: “you guys have been very secretive lately..” A and M both ignore his comment and continue walking at a faster pace than the others, Wooseok tries to keep up while the other 2 look at them from behind wanting to know what they’re hiding.

As they walk further into the city towards the company car, A spots Wei in the distance. Without warning A runs to him, the others take a second before they follow suit. “Hey! you coming to the meeting” A greets when she reaches Wei. “yeah of course” he responds, greeting the others when they eventually get to him. He acts calm but he was just as startled as Wooseok earlier.

Wooseok: “Wei! What are you up to?” 

Wei: “Errands.. I almost forgot about the meeting..”

KU: “Seems like we keep picking you guys up along the way, might as well go together.” 

“We’re taking my car” M stated to the group, the members of JUST nodded already knowing this info. Wei also nodded while Wooseok whined, “Why do you guys park so far away?”, although he was still lowkey complaining he was also quite curious. 

KA: “It’s a 5-minute walk? not even 2-minutes if you run!”

A: “It’s more convenient for certain circumstances, now let’s get going before Jinhoo actually starts whining.” 

M: “Okay but seriously! I’m sorry we were 6 minutes late! Our lives were at stake! Give us a break!” 

The others just laughed slightly at M’s comment referring back to their earlier conversation as Wei looked confused. They finally reach the car and M drives to their destination arriving with minutes to spare. 

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The 6 arrive in front of Up10tion’s door before they could even knock Jinhoo had already opened the door. Jinhoo opened the door before quickly closing it halfway, using it to block their view of the chaos inside. With Up10tion’s leader being half outside and half inside JUST could still hear and catch glimpses of the discord inside. 

“You guys are early..” Jinhoo greeted. “don’t give out to us for being early..” Kuba whined to himself, to which A and Wooseok just laughed at. A checks the time on her watch before showing it to Jinhoo, “actually we’re just on time”, the watch showing it was exactly 9′oclock. 

At this moment Kuhn comes to the door, Jinhoo was hoping he’d save him from his awkward position but instead with Kuhn being taller than Jinhoo he looks to see who arrived over Jinhoo. When he sees the 2 stray members he yells towards them causing Jinhoo to flinch.“Yah! Wei! Wooshin! where were you?” Kuhn yells giving the 2 a stern look before turning to JUST a greeting them with a small hello. 

“so... can we come in?” A asks, with her question Kuhn turns back in panic then finally opening the door for their guests followed by a “Welcome..” 

Once JUST step in they are greeted with the rest of Up10tion sat down at a dark mahogany table that was able to fit all 14 members of the team. Still not being seated on the modern spinning chairs the boys were sat on, JUST stood awkwardly before Sunyoul spoke up excitedly. 

 “Y/N-ah! you can come sit next to me!” he yelled out. “yah this isn’t the first day of school” Kogyoul retorted trying to keep things professional. JUST look at each other before following Wei and Wooshin to sit at the table. A followed behind M but then she noticed a picture of the blue rose pinned surrounded by red string forming a triangle around it. She stopped in her tracks with Kuba at her heels with Kate right after him confused but they just walk around her, almost used to her actions. 

A points towards the red triangular shape framing her sister’s symbol, “you know that’s not exactly how the red string works” she mentioned before taking a seat next to Sunyoul, who had swapped places with Wei to be able to sit next to her. “That was there when I woke up..” Hwanhee was about to continue but Xiao swiftly got into the conversation. “Our investigations lead to Wooshin doing it last night” Xiao announced looking towards the suspect for a response. “You can’t take it down tho! It’s like a piece of art!” Gyujin retaliated, Kate agreeing with him. A is taken back from the sudden response, “I didn’t say anything about changing it..” she replied. 

Xiao still kept his eyes towards Wooshin waiting for his response, after A and Gyujin’s resolution everyone’s heads turned to him. Wooshin looked around at everyone’s eyes on him, he swallowed before speaking, “I couldn’t sleep last night.. I was kinda sleep-deprived while creating it..”. “You too?” M asked causing A to give him a look, M returned her glare with an innocent look then realising why she was glaring he mouthed an apology “sorry, I didn’t mean it that way”.  The others watch their interaction carefully, piecing the information together quickly. 

As Xiao opened his mouth to ask further questions Wooshin interrupted, “ahh let’s get back on track shall we?”. Kuhn nods turning to Jinhoo to lead the meeting, flustered Jinhoo not ready but tried to start the convo turning to A, “um…. So how are you guys doing? You and Yoh-“, with the potential mention of Yohan she quickly cut Jinhoo off. “We aren’t here to talk about our personal lives, there’s no need to mention anything that doesn’t concern the case” A proposed quite seriously, to which everyone nodded while Kuba mouths ‘I think they broke up’

“Yah KU! Anything back from the labs?” A stared scolding Kuba with her eyes but not wanting to make a scene. Kuba got the message gulping down before he spoke. 

The meeting began and continued on from there. Kogyeol responsible for taking notes down on a whiteboard, Xiao inputting info into his computer, the rest taking notes with pen and pencil or listening and thinking intensely during the few hours of the meeting. With not much information back from the labs and not a lot of real evidence to provide real confirmation to their theories.

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{PT4} {PT6} 

#up10tion #up10tion scenarios #up10tion imagines #up10tion au #x1 #x1 scenarios #x1 imagines #x1 wooseok #x1 au #lee jinhyuk #kim wooseok #kim wooshin #produce x 101 #produce x scenarios #produce x imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop au #kpop imagines

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 36

October 4, 2019

Renesmee sits in the studio with Moka as they go over the songs. “Ugh he was right the songs do go with the album concept.”

Moka covers her mouth giggling watching Renesmee. “You wanna record my parts first?” She asks pushing her back before getting up. She walks over to the door going inside the booth.

“Yeah let’s get this done while those two are busy.” Renesmee says smiling as she sits up fixing her hood. “Ready when you are.”

Moka nods and Renesmee starts the first track. As Renesmee and Moka work on the songs one of their managers walks in. “How long have you girls been here?”

“All day, Moka I’m gonna run it back some just before that verse do it again please.” Renesmee speaks and Moka looks up looking at her.

“You want me to change the way it flows?” Moka asks fixing her headphones.

Renesmee nods explaining how she should say the lines. “Ah okay I see now, okay I’m ready.” Moka says nodding her head and Renesmee starts it over again.

“Yeah we’ve been all day, why did something happen?” Renesmee answers as she nods to the beat. “Perfect much better.”

“I’ve been looking for you two.” He says sitting next to her.

“Well we don’t have schedules plus you told me to work on the album.” Renesmee replies still focusing on Moka. “Moka that was great for this last verse I need lots of energy, because you and Tae go back and forth rapping.”

Moka nods reading over her lines as she thinks. “Don’t hold back on your part.” She says checking the sounds making sure there right. “Remember in this part of the series, we’re showcasing the good side of the box.”

“How many songs have you done?” He asks watching her and she nods before tilting her head. “Nessie?”

“Oh uh this is the last song, when she’s done I go in and finish.” Renesmee says looking back at Moka. “Ready?”

“Yeah let’s get it.” Moka says smiling and Renesmee smiles staring the song again.

“Then we wait for Ten and Taeyong to come back.” She says sitting up as she changes the pitch a bit hearing Moka. “Good, good I like that.”

Once the songs stop Moka takes her headphones off stepping out the room. “Killing part?” She says looking at Renesmee after bowing to their manager. “Who gets it?”

“Either me or Tae.” Renesmee says nodding saving the recording. “That was great Moka.” She says looking smiling at her.

“You’ve definitely have improved since debut.”

“Thank you.” Moka says walking over sitting on the couch. “Will they have enough time for this?” She asks taking a sip of her water.

Renesmee shrugs listening to the playback. “They said they were fine with doing the album, but they have a tour next month.” She replies humming as she nods fine tuning the track.

“I feel bad for them, they could have waited to push a tour.” Moka says before getting up and Renesmee stands up. “You ready now?”

“Yeah I’m good to go, and you’re right they could have waited.” Renesmee says taking a swig of her water before walking into the booth.

October 14, 2019

Taeyong walks into the studio with Ten. Renesmee sits there with her back to the door with her headphones on working on beat. Taeyong walks up behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Renesmee turns her head feeling someone hug her from behind. “You look exhausted Tae as do you Ten.” She speaks pulling her headphones off.

Ten nods as he cover his mouth yawning. “Maybe just a little bit but our manager said once we finish recording these songs we get a few days off.” Ten replies as he sits on the couch dropping his bag on the floor.

“Are you sure you two can handle this?” Renesmee asks as Taeyong steps back and she turns around. “I would feel a lot better if you get some rest.”

“We’re fine Nessie.” Taeyong says pushing his hair back.

“No you’re not Tae, y’all just debut SuperM and are about to go on tour.” She tilts her head folding her arms. “It would be better to release the album next year.”

“And we still have the tour next year as well.” Ten quips scratching his head and she just pouts. “We’ll be fine but if you honestly feel you wanna postpone the album that’s fine too.”

Taeyong sits next to Ten waiting as they look at her. Renesmee sighs closing her eyes as she thinks. “I don’t want you boys to be overworked.” She whines kicking her feet.

Taeyong smirks watching her as he leans back against the couch. “How about we just do a single and do the album next year?” Taeyong suggest tilting his head.

“You still wanna do a dark concept plus it’s getting close to Halloween.” He adds and Renesmee jumps up sitting next him.

“Really you mean it?” She asks hugging him and he blushes. Ten sits there laughing seeing her face light up.

“Yes I mean it and I’m sure you already have a song ready.” He says pulling her closer wrapping his arm around her. “So we’ll record tomorrow then work on the dance.”

“I swear you two are cute.” Ten says smiling still.

“Yeah we are but we don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Taeyong says kissing Renesmee cheek. “Besides it’s all the more to tease her.”

Renesmee looks at him pouting and he just smiles. “You better be lucky you’re my vampire.” She says wagging her finger at him and he just laughs.

“Come we should all go home and get some rest.” Taeyong says patting Renesmee leg before letting her go getting up.

They all walk out and head down the hall. Renesmee looks up from her phone whining as a shiver runs through her body. She stops wrapping her arms around herself.

Ten and Taeyong both stop looking back at her. “Are you okay?” Ten asks tilting his head in concern and she shakes her head. “What’s wrong?”

Renesmee crouches down shaking her head as she closes her eyes. Taeyong hums kneels Down next to her. “Do you need to see a doctor?” Taeyong asks touching her shoulder.

“No I think I’m good now.” Renesmee says sighing and they nod. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay but what was that about?” Ten asks helping her back up.

“Something bad is going to happen.” Renesmee says looking at them.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, but what I just felt was real.” She says pushing her hair back. “I don’t know how to explain it but when ever I get a shiver and a stabbing pain like that something bad always happens.”

“Really?” Taeyong asks.

“Last time the pain was that strong my two dogs and cousin died all at the same time.” Renesmee replies sighing as she closes her eyes. “Yeah I should go find my mother, bye guys!”

Renesmee takes off running leaving the building. “It amazes me how strong she can be even with so much stuff happening to her.” Ten says folding his arms as they stand there.

“And that’s one of the many reasons I picked her.” Sooman says walking up behind them. They both turn around and bow to him saying hello.

“Do you know about Nessie noona?” Ten asks looking at Sooman.

“Uh yes I do know somethings about her, but her mother wants her to remember on her own.” Sooman replies nodding his head. “Be careful boys she’s never wrong when she says something bad will happen.”

October 17, 2019

Renesmee sits in the practice room in the dark as she thinks. She yawns covering her mouth as she reaches over for her phone. “I really can’t do this anymore.”

She pulls her hood up laying down on the floor. She sighs looking up at the ceiling as she waits. “Do you want to talk?” Sooman says and Renesmee turns her head hearing him.

“No I’m fine just you know relaxing.” She says looking at the floor as she lies.

“I know you’re lying.” He speaks folding his arms.

Renesmee hums seeing her phone light up. “No I’m I really was relaxing okay not relaxing pre say.” She says getting up grabbing her bag heading to the door.

“More like I was waiting, for my friend to text told him I’d pick him up from the airport.” Renesmee says as she jumps up and down fixing her pants. “He’s moving here to Korea and we are going to hangout order some take out.”

��You aren’t dating are you?” He asks watching her.

“Nope, he’s like my very own brother.” Renesmee replies smiling as she moves around. “I always wanted a sibling but I guess faith was like nope only child.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Sooman quips smiling watching her. “Have fun Nessie.”

“Okay bye thank you.” She says bowing before leaving.

Renesmee walks into the airport looking around. She pushes her hair out of her face. As she stands there she pulls out her phone checking the time.

Rai comes running up to her pulling his suitcase. He stops right in front of her smiling. “Boo.” He says and she looks up.

“Yah Rai!” Renesmee says throwing her arms around him hugging him. “Ugh I’m so happy you made it.”

Rai laughs hugging her back still smiling. “Finally good to see you again.” He says letting her go stepping back. “I’ve missed you and Jisoo so much.”

Renesmee giggles nodding. “I haven’t even told her yet to much is going on.” She says looking at the floor. “Oh thank you for helping me with this project.”

Rai nods with a sad smile and Renesmee sighs closing her eyes. “Hey it’s okay you’re not alone remember.” He says rubbing her arm. “Let’s go we can order some chicken.”

Renesmee bites her lip smiling as she helps grab his bags. Once they get to Rai’s house she helps him get settle. “Thanks for helping get moved in.”

Renesmee smiles nodding her to the music. “No problem Rai.” She says looking at him and he smiles back. “Omg Rai you have our albums!”

“Of course you know I had to support you girls.” He says walking behind her laughing. “All albums and light sticks go on the blue bookshelf.”

“Got it.” She says walking over to the bookshelf putting the albums up.

“Hey I’m almost down with the room.” Rai says walking back down the hall. “We can start recording and filming soon.” He adds grabbing some more boxes.

Once they finish unpacking they take a small break. “So ready to get started?” He asks handing her a bottle of water. Renesmee nods taking the bottle.

They head into the spare room and start setting up the lights. “Now you just want your silhouette for this channel?” He asks setting up the camera.

“Yeah I don’t want anyone to know about it.” Renesmee says as she works on her hair. “I always feel hidden anyways so this works out.”

“So I read the lyric you sent me.” He says as he looks over at her. “It’s really deep.” He says smiling and she tilts her head back looking at him.

“I know a lot is going on so if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks Rai you really are the best.”

After they finish recording the videos they sit there going over the footage. “I’ll add these effects to make your intros really stand out.” Rai says as he edits the videos.

Renesmee smiles resting her head on his shoulder. “Wow I really like that.” She says as he shows her the video.

“Here you start setting up the channel while edit the other videos.” Rai says handing her his laptop. “What is the name of the channel?”

Renesmee sits up taking the laptop nodding as she pulls her knees to her chest. “The Lost Angel.” She says biting her lip thinking. “No what about the Hidden Angel.”

“Hidden Angel I like it.” He replies nodding.

Renesmee nods back as she works on get the email set up for the channel. She tilts her head looking at the photos smiling. “These pictures are amazing.”

After a few more hours they get all the videos uploaded and eat Renesmee packs her bag. “Again thank you for the helping me with my channel.” She says as he walks her to the door.

“No problem, I should be thanking you for helping me get this place.” Rai says hugging her one ast time. “Now just send me any videos you don’t have time to edit, I know how busy you can get.”

“Oh and all three of us need to get together for dinner.”

“Most definitely, I’ll see you next time.” She says putting her shoes on before leaving. “Uhh so not to push but I have some extra cars if you need one let me know.”

Rai stops looking at her confuse and she just giggles. “Long story.” She quips pitting her bag in the car.

He waves bye as she drives off and he heads back inside. Renesmee heads home to work on her music.

#brown sugar and honey #DO #do kyungsoo #kai #kim jongin #xiumin #kim minseok #suho #kim junmyeon #chen #kim jongdae #chanyeol #park chanyeol #lay #zhang yixing #sehun #oh sehun #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo #exo l #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo fic #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo fanfictions

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Egotober Day 25: Cobwebs and Cardboard

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Prompt: Haunted

Summary: Kay goes with some of the guys to a haunted house, one of those Halloween attraction ones.

Warnings: none

With Halloween so close, Egoton was in a bit of a mood and there were more than a couple attractions and haunted houses we’re going up.

The plan was for Ethan and Randall to take Eric but one thing led to another and the two were with Eric, and Illinois, and King. The latter had heard Illinois had tagged along with Eric and wanted to be there “just in case”.

The five of them were standing in front of what Ethan had found was the best rated haunted house in town.

Eric was hiding behind Illinois, looking up at it nervously, he was clutching his hand.

“What’s wrong, leoncito, you’ve faced scarier,” Illinois smiled at him.

“There’s people in there,” Eric complained into Illinois’s back.

Illinois’s smile fell and he wrapped and arm around Eric, “You don’t have to go in. We can stay outside, try to win some prizes or something.”

“You make out in the bushes and I’m getting a crow to throw food at you Ills,” King warned.

“Hey, come on, what did I do to you?” Illinois demanded.

“Really?” King stared at him. “I’ve been keeping track. You want my list, asshat?”

Illinois rolled his eyes, and quickly bent down to carry Eric over his shoulder, but Eric went about as straight as a board so the result was Eric bracing his hands on Illinois’s shoulders. Eric’s face went beet red and Illinois had this huge smile on his face.

“What’ll it be dulcito? The fake haunted house or do I get a head start on that huge stuffed unicorn at the front?”

Eric went impossibly redder, just staring at Illinois.

Illinois chuckled.

“I think his brain shut down,” Ethan teased.

“Yeah?” Illinois carefully put Eric back on his feet, “fine, I’ll put the pretty boy down.”

He bent his knees a little and inclined his head so that their eyes were level. “Let those thoughts in that pretty head come back up.” Then he winked.

“Oi, we’re still here,” King shouted at him. “How about you do that away from me.”

“Illy!” Eric squeaked out, covering his face.

“Okay, okay,” Illinois stood up straight again. “I’ll stop. So what’ll it be sweetheart. Haunted house or cute games?”

“Y-Y-ou wa-nna go,” Eric looked away, still flustered but clearly uncomfortable.

“Any fun I could have isn’t worth it if you’re not okay,” Illinois reminded. “So are we going to counter-scam a carnie or go into the haunted house?”

Eric was quiet for a long time, looking uneasy and playing with his hands a bit. Illinois just waited trying to look as calm and patient as possible.

It took a bit but Eric worried his lower lips with his teeth, looking away. “We . . . uh, um . . . can go into the h-ouse.”

“You sure?” Illinois asked. “We don’t have to.”

“I-I w-want to,” Eric looked more determined.

Illinois kissed Eric’s cheek, “If you ever want to leave, just give me a sign and I’ll take you back out, even if we’re about to finish.”

“I wi-ll,” Eric promised.

“Okay,” Illinois kissed Eric’s forehead and passed him a couple twenties. “Go with the boys get us three tickets.”

“I can pay for myself,” King told him.

“아빠 would never let me hear the end of it,” Illinois told King.

Eric nodded and walked off with Ethan and Randall to a ticket stall outside the haunted house. Leaving Illinois and King standing away from them.

“So, you tell the Old Man yet?” King asked as the two of them just watched the former apprentices getting tickets.

“He knows I’ve got a new travel partner,” Illinois admitted. “The invoices show there are two people on his bills so I could just lie about that.”

“Why not tell him?” King said. “You’re obviously over the moon about him.”

“Don’t want my luck to run out,” Illinois defended, looking at Eric. “The long I wait, the longer my luck holds out.”

King frowned, “Haven’t you found some amulet that counteracts it by now?”

Illinois sighed, “There is no counter-curse, no spell, no lucky charm that is enough when my luck finally runs out. I can only hope that when it runs out again that Eric isn’t with me.”

“Do you think it ran out when I was sent to watch Artie?” King voiced a question he had for a while now.

“Dark and Host don’t blame me, but I do,” Illinois answered.

King was quiet for a second or two before tugging on his arm, “It wasn’t, your fault. There was nothing you could have done.”

Then before Illinois could argue further, King shoved him a bit, “Come on, let’s catch up with the guys, before they get themselves into trouble.”

Illinois smiled and they walked over to the others.

“Keep taking care of Eric and we won’t have any problems,” King told Illinois, “he’s a nice kid.”

“Huh, what was that?” Ethan said, looking over them.

“I said Illy’s a piece of shit,” King corrected. “Long may he reign, the prince of assholes.”

Illinois chuckled, rolling his eyes. The adventurer wrapped an arm around Eric’s back and leaned in. “Had fun at the ticket booth, dulcito?”

Eric just shrugged, staring at Illinois.

They headed into the haunted house, the result was that Eric stayed clutched to Illinois’s side for most of the time, almost stumbling as he was startled. Illinois asking if he wanted to leave a couple of times, but Eric just clung to him and insisted on continuing. Illinois did wind up picking him and carrying him halfway through, promising to protect him.

Ethan and Randall were having fun, giggling and chuckling the whole way through. King was the only one who didn’t have a noticeable reaction for most of it. He occasionally jumped and there was a room that Illinois and King stared into the room in surprise and with a bit of trepidation. It was a room with a mad doctor and slabs of meat and realistic fake skeletons. They glanced between each other and just sprinted into the next room.

But the group walked out the other side and Illinois raced for a bench to put Eric down, trying to calm him down. Thankfully he wasn’t in a panic attack. The two were talking between each other quietly and there was a gentle promise that Eric would not go to another haunted house.

They went to go get some corn dogs after Eric felt like walking again.

“Sorry you didn’t have fun,” Ethan apologized to King.

“What?” King asked in confusion, munching on the contents of a bag of popcorn.

“At the haunted house,” Ethan clarified.

“Oh,” King realized. “Nah, I had fun, it was alright.”

“Yeah, but yah didn’t get scared,” Randall reminded.

King shrugged, “There’s nothing really scary about a fake haunted house. Yeah I got startled a couple of times, and that effect with the fake organs did make me do a double take but it’s all cobwebs and cardboard.”

“We technically lived in a haunted house anyways,” Illinois told them, tipping his hat up.

“Wait you lived in the Manor, man?” Randall asked.

“Yep,” Illinois popped the “p” on the end. “It got freaky at night. Never had to have a curfew.”

“How bad was it?” Ethan asked leaning forward.

King glared at Illinois, “Usually nothing happened except for the changing hallways, it took forever for me to find the bathroom at night when I first got there. It’s really easy to find the back porch, impossible to find anything else.”

Illinois tapped King’s arm with the back of his hand, “What about that time in the attic?”

“Which time in the attic?” King asked.

“You know when you and Yan came crying down the stairs?” Illinois told him.

“Ohhhh,” King remembered, and smiled. “Huddle up.”

Randall dropped his elbows on the table, Ethan had a huge smile on his face.

“Okay, how old were we, Ills,” King started.

“It must have been about a year and some change since we were adopted,” Illinois waived his hand. Eric was halfway onto his lap, trying to cuddle up next to Illinois.

“So I was about six, Yan was about five, and it was hot as balls in the middle of the summer. It was that one year with the heat wave and it was so hot that even the Manor was overheating. So Yan and I were up in attic, because we can’t go in the basement.”

“Why?” Eric managed to ask.

King sighed, “Because Dark kills people down there, it’s like Wil’s set couch, we just don’t go there unless you’re helping kill people, so I never went in the basement. Anyways we’re we’re fucking around in the attic and Yan was in Bim’s old crib and I was checking out this broken cursed looking mirror when I look over and I see Dark standing in a corner of the attic watching us. He’s in this nice red tux and he’s smiling at me. Except his smile is kinda freaking me out.”

King’s smile faded. “So I call out, ‘Mr. Dark?’ ‘Cause I used to be formal with him. And down the stairs I hear footsteps and Dark calls out, ‘What is it Kay?’ I look back at ‘Dark’ and he’s gone. The real Dark is walking up the stairs. After I asked him about it, we’re taken out of the attic and he locked us out of the attic for a month. He spent the rest of the day watching us like a hawk and the next time I went up with Illy, the attic is clear of ghosts”

“So what was it?” Randall asked.

King shrugged.

“Yanc called him ‘the Shadow Man’ cause he has all this black smoke around him,” Illinois answered. “Dark always got super protective when he was around so we always assumed he was one of those bad spirits.”

“Like Dark?” Ethan asked.

Illinois made a scoffing sound, “Dark’s a demon, big difference. Spirits can’t affect their environments, demons are way more dangerous. Either way whenever the Shadow Man was in a part of the house Dark would throw a barrier up and we couldn’t go in that part of the house until Dark deemed it safe. Once we were barred from going outside without him watching over us for a month. Artie and Bim went insane, it was fun to watch.”

“For you,” King grumbled.

“So is that thing still around the Manor?” Ethan asked.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t be,” King answered. “Maybe Dark pissed him off and he’s haunting Dark. I don’t know, I’ve tried looking into him and so far I’ve found nothing. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up.”

“So has he done anything to you guys, stood over your bed as you slept, or fucked with the lights?” Ethan asked.

“Not to us,” King reported. “I haven’t seen or heard anything to suggest it’s a demon or a poltergeist. Glad I moved out, that mess is your problem.” He nudged Illinois.

“No,” Illinois smiled. “I don’t get the cursed mansion, I get the cursed lake house. Big difference. The Shadow Man doesn’t live there. Bim gets to deal with the cursed mansion, I don’t want anything to do with that cursed house besides my stuff. Bim can have the house.”

“B-im in-herits the M-Manor?” Eric asked. “But Da-rk can’t die?”

Illinois shrugged, “Didn’t stop him from making a will, I think he does it to make himself feel better, or maybe the Old Man’s gonna skip town for a hundred years to add some pizazz to his life, I don’t know.”

“Weird,” Ethan commented.

“That will isn’t getting used anytime soon,” Illinois excused. He stood up and held out an elbow for Eric. “Now if you’ll excuse us, boys, we have some carnival games to win.”

Eric blush returned as he grabbed onto Illinois’s arm. Illinois helped him up and they walked away.

The other three watched them walk away. Ethan getting up, “Well I’m gonna have fun on some of those rides.”

“Wanna go stalk an’ torment the lovebirds?” Randall smiled at King.

“Why do you think I’m here?” King smiled, they split ways to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egotober2020 #Markiplier #Crankgameplays #Ericilly #King of the Squirrels #Randall Voorhees #Eric Derekson #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm Illinois #sibling antics #sibling fluff #Eric tries his best

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Cooking By The Book

Gamzee Last Thursday at 7:02 PM

You are one Gamzee... ... you know what? Last names aren't that important anyways, not really, it's alright if you can't quite readily recall yours. What is important though is that you're at home, in the kitchen room that makes up half of your downstairs room with your new best friend :o). The reason you're there is... is... :o? why the fuck are you - OH RIGHT YOUR NEW FRIEND'S A SKINNY AS ALL MOTHERFUCK. Gotta feed him, you gotta, it's the rules... ... you're pretty sure... ... :o|

Even if it ain't the rules it's what you're doing, cooking him food and listening to him chat at ya about the heretics.

Lil Cal Last Friday at 8:04 PM

It's been a few days since your first meeting with Gamzee and you've met with him a couple of times inbetween. This time he even invited you! Might have needed a reminder on your part, but the result is what matters.

You sit in the kitchen as he makes food, which is not a thing you care for much, but you watch curiously anyway. His work is actually so mesmerizing, you lost your train of thought for a moment. Which isn't much of an issue, since he's so far gone in his own mindspace that he probably doesn't even notice. You just need to repeat the truths of your Lord often enough that they stick.

Right, your Lord. "The clowns, they made up such a complicated system of cards and deties. So much work. So much creativity. So much wrong~"

Gamzee Last Friday at 8:46 PM

Your hands are being kept busy, thankful its all kinds of motherfuckin miracles that you ain't needing to think none 'bout this shit, all the muscle memory and years a learned experiencing keeping ya hands from... from... from something. Not important. Important thing is ya can do this in your sleep, let alone while your friend got your pan ta pondering the wicked shit that was all the motherfuckin religious shit.

"Gots you a point yeah," it's all kinds of motherfuckin miracles that has you sounding... not slow on this day. Distracted yeah, but not slow. Differences. They motherfuckin mattered... maybe... "hard to get yah head wrapped around a startin, like... like them number puzzles, yeah?"

Lil Cal Last Sunday at 11:16 PM

"I like riddles!" You giggle. "My Lord does too. He likes games and he likes violence."

You lean in a little. "These gods they pray to. All false. There is only one, and what they pray to. Aaall just aspects of him. You see that, right?"

Gamzee Last Monday at 12:08 AM

Well... that makes sense yeah? Yeah. Like... Riddle Box and Milenko and ticks and turns and falsity and lies and turning against your kin is the worst sin what are you doing disloyal-

"Is... is it like... one of them... the Necromancer... he tricks those 'fore him into being disloyal ta the faith and led 'em to their downfall... yeah?" You pause, ears fluttering in little quick anxious motions. "So... is... is The Lord... is he tricking 'em to find whoever be workin through to the truth? Or is that something... something they up and motherfuckin twisted into wrongness?"

Lil Cal Last Monday at 9:52 AM

"Yes! The Necromancer... It is him, for when the universe finds its end, those who died may serve him if they believe. To trick people into disloyalty.. Such a cruel act. The big clown, he confuses you all to keep you under his control."

Gamzee Last Monday at 10:01 AM

“My... My Grand High Brother...?” Well, well yeah that’d... that’d make sense if... well, there’s gotta be a reason almost everyone thinks the universe would be better without your blood kin in it. “Well... a lot, a lot a people don’t real be liking us none, nah.”

Lil Cal Last Monday at 10:10 AM

"Disappointing, isn't it. That someone you thought you could rely on would do such a thing~" You add another highly inappropriate giggle here. "I know, what a shame. They're missing out on such wonderful company as yourself!"(edited)

Gamzee Last Monday at 10:48 AM

You freeze completely, turn to him and just look for a minute as you turn that over in your head. "Yeah," you eventually breath, word closer to one of Alternian vocalizing than the common you usually try sticking to, you clear your throat, drop your gaze back to what you're doing. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Right shame... 'bout them and him."

You pause again, blink, cock your head and turn your eyes back to the other. "Yah prefer strawberry or blueberry?"

Lil Cal Last Monday at 11:14 PM

It takes some time, but it's getting through to him. Very good.

"Why not both~?" You grin a little wider. "He'd be glad to have you serve him. Speak his word. Believe in him and fight for him. A messiah for the true Lord. No one better suited for it."

Gamzee Yesterday at 12:17 AM

Both? Yeah both’d be alright, blueberry and strawberry scones coming right the motherfuck up.

“He would yeah?” You’re not too sure ‘bout that ‘no one better’ bullshit but your friend wouldn’t be up and lying at ya about no important shit ya know? ... “I’ll be doing my best with it.” You really do like to try to please.

Lil Cal Today at 9:48 AM

What a good boy.

"He would~ So much strength, so much potential, so much loyalty. You can make them all see the truth."

Gamzee Today at 10:03 AM

“Yeah ok,” potential was a thing you heard a lot from your church ki-

... the heretics. You were used to having that thrown at ya, you would do your best ta live up to that. But, “s’not gon be an easy motherfuckin time of it though, Baron’s all kinds a motherfuckin better at the talkin thing. Just means I gotta get all kinds of motherfuckin better than him, yeah?” You offer him a smile over your shoulder, small, hesitant, lookin for reassuring. You’ve probably got this.

Lil Cal Today at 10:15 AM

"No" you answer with a smile. "You're nothing like the Baron. If the Lord wanted the Baron, that's what he'd have. But he chose you, because you already are all kinds of mm- much better than him."

Gamzee Today at 10:26 AM

he wanted to say something else s’fine, you stutter over words sometimes to, explained away before it’s given a thought.

“Well... yeah, yeah ok.” If ya couldn’t out speak your ancestor you could just claw the life from him, tear out his heart like it’s expected of yah You turn away from him, focus away from the attention. “Ok.”

Lil Cal Today at 6:47 PM

No worries, Gamzee, it's just your aversion to that rude language. Thanks, Scratch.

He doesn't really seem convinced.. but he'll get it, just give him time. If there's anything you have plenty of, it's patience. You don't take your attention off him for even a second though, if he wants it or not.

#logs

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The Butterfly Effect -The Second Original Choice (14/26)

Sanders Sides: Roman, Logan Inspiration: from @writing-prompt-s  “My domain is time,” said the Genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.” Blurb: Roman has three chances to change his life for the better. Three chances to fix past mistakes. Three chances to totally screw it all up. But who said life is worth living unless one takes a little risk? Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Fic Warnings: Major Character Death (mentioned), Suicide (mentioned), Suicide Attempt, Partial Paralysis, Injuries, Blood, Punching/Fighting, Knives, Medicinal Misuse, Toxic Roommates (implied/mentioned), Acrophobia (fear of heights), Falling, Nausea, Bullying (implied/mentioned), Car Accident (mentioned), Prison (mentioned), Negative Self Talk, Panic Attack, Bomb (mention), Surgery (mentioned)

To Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13

“Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win!” Roman sang along with his Ipod as he danced around the kitchen, gathering up the ingredients for his sandwich, moving his feet to the steps of the Pasodoble he’d spent the semester perfecting. Strong. Confident. Bold.

He scooped up the jar of Crofters from the fridge and spun back to the counter where the bread and peanut butter already awaited him. Pulling open the drawer nearby, Roman grabbed a knife and lunged, fighting his imaginary opponent. “You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot.” He twisted off the lid to the jam. “And you haven’t got a clue!” He jabbed the knife into the jam and pulled it out, smearing the bread with a thick layer of strawberry. “Somehow, I’ll make a man out of you!”

He grinned, before gasping, falling back against the cupboard with a loud bang, his voice rising into a falsetto. “I’m never going to catch my breath.” He fell to his knees, dropping to a baritone. “Say goodbye to those who knew me.” He ducked his head, knife held close to his chest. “Boy, was I fool in school for cutting gym!” Roman surged to his feet, sliding the knife into the peanut butter next. Like he would cut gym. He had to keep up appearances.  “This guy’s got him scared to death.” Again he went into the falsetto. “Hope he doesn’t see right through me!” He glided over to the sink, running the butter knife under the faucet. “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.” He tossed the silverware into the dishwasher and stalked forward to the beat and picked up his sandwich putting the two sides together. Perfection. “Be a--”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Roman cut off, PB&J halfway to his mouth. Now who could that be? He glanced automatically  to the clock on the microwave and frowned. “Geez. It’s only eight!” He complained under his breath, setting the sandwich down on the counter as he strode for the door, allowing the music to continue blasting in the background as he flung it open. “What?” He demanded to the scrawny guy standing before him. Quiet hours didn’t start until eleven.

His unwanted visitor bared his teeth in a poor imitation of a smile as he swayed in place, reddened eyes struggling to focus on Roman.

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Someone was starting their end of semester party a little early. “Can I help you?”

He stared at Roman, head falling sideways as he stared hazily at him, taking far too long to blink behind his glasses. “Yah?” He muttered, before nodding. Straightening. “YAH! You!” The dark haired guy flopped one hand at Roman, using the other to shakily push his glasses back up. “Too loud. HUSH UP!”

Roman scoffed. Who was being the loud one now? And with Specs inability to focus his reddened eyes on him, it was clear the dude wasn’t going to get any studying done anyways. “It’s only eight, Specs. Quiet hours start at eleven. Come back and complain to me after that.” Not that he planned to be up for much longer. He needed his beauty sleep. Roman wanted to look his best when he went to Broadway’s general auditions for their Mary Poppins musical in the morning.

Specs violently shook his head, nearly falling over before he caught himself. “Can’t STUDY with your HORRIBLE RACKET. Bad singing is BAD for Concentration.”

Roman stiffened. Bad singing? “I was perfectly in tune, you tone deaf ingrate!” He snapped.

“I HAVE PERFECT PITCH. I’M NOT TONE DEAF!” The guy shouted, clenching his fists as he glowered at Roman, taking a step forward. “TAKE THAT BACK AND THEN BE QUIET.”

“Says the guy who’s YELLING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUN--AGH!” Roman momentarily saw stars, his face blossoming in a heatwave of agony.

The nerd stepped back, shaking his hand. “NOW. SHUT UP.”

Roman lifted a hand to his eye, adrenaline coursing through him. The Nerd had just PUNCHED Him. The tenderness around his eye told him...it was going to blacken.

His vision tunneled.

His audition.

How could he go to his audition with a BLACK EYE?

Roman surged forward his own fists flying as he socked Specs in the jaw with an uppercut that knocked the nerd off his feet, slamming him into the wall. “YOU RUINED MY PERFECT FACE!” Roman roared. He was doomed! How could he hope to be taken seriously if he came in with a black eye? They were going to think he was careless or even violent and pass him over without a second thought when he’d spent the last two weeks perfecting his audition piece so he would stand out.  

The Nerd struggled to his feet, glasses askew. “IT’S HARDLY PERFECT WHEN YOU HAVE A STUPID, DUMB, CROOKED SMILE.” He screamed right back, barreling towards Roman like an enraged bull. Roman twisted to the side, neatly avoiding the brunt of Spec’s attack as he grabbed the nerd by the wrist and spun, using his momentum to pull him off his feet and send Specs flying back against the wall. He cried out, crumpling face first into one of the potted ferns the apartment complex had scattered along the hallway.

That would teach him. “Rest a bit why don’t you?” Roman told the nerd as he stepped back into his apartment, watching him struggle to his feet. As much as he wanted to knock the guy into the next year...there were better methods for dealing with this jerkwad than continuing to brawl in the hallway.

“YOU REST YOUR STUPID CROOKED MOUTH!”

Roman slammed his door shut, listening to the nerd ram into it a split second later as he twisted deadbolt with a loud click. “My mouth’s not crooked.” He muttered, brushing his lips before snatching his phone from the counter, raising it to his ear as he silenced his Ipod.

“911, What’s your emergency?” A woman’s voice greeted him.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Roman turned to the door as the handle rattled, his eyes dark.

“YOU’RE HORRIBLE! COME BACK OUT AND SHUT UP!” Specs screamed through the door.

Roman took a calming breath. “I’d like to report a disturbance.” He said evenly as he grabbed a washcloth, running it under cold water from the sink before placing it against his aching eye.

“COME BACK OUT HERE COWARD AND I’LL SHOW YOU PERFECTION WITH ANOTHER BLACK EYE! THAT WILL EVEN UP YOUR IGNORAMUS FACE!”

Coward? COWARD?

“Sir...are you alright? Who’s screaming?” The woman asked.

Roman bit down a growl, his fingers going white on the phone as he glared daggers at the door. He wasn’t a coward.

“YOU CAN’T JUST SIT IN THERE!!”

He could and he would. The police could take it from here. He had an audition in the morning and only a handful of hours to figure out how to hide the swelling. “There’s a male I’ve never met before in his early twenties with dark hair and glasses currently attempting to break down my door.” Roman said as other voices sounded in the hallway.

BANG. BANG. Thud.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! I’M GONNA KNOCK HIM OUT AND THEN STUDY IN SILENCE! I HAVE A FINAL! GET OFF! I NEED TO STUDY!”

He wished he could knock the nerd out. Dude was getting annoying. “I’m pretty sure he’s tripping and intends to do physical harm. Could you send someone to pick him up?” He asked, pressing the washcloth more firmly against his eye as he gave his location to the woman.

The nerd would find his quiet, he was sure. Though he’d love to see him try and study in jail. “Good luck, Specs.” He muttered, hanging up with dispatch, heading to his room for his laptop so he could lookup makeup tips for disguising bruises. “I doubt you’ll make it to that final after this.”

To Be Continued Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Chapter 22  Chapter 23  Chapter 24  Chapter 25  Chapter 26

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