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kahlanmars · 10 months

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BAD FEELING part. 17

HELLO.

This chapter is a little filler but I think it's cute how Haymitch and Daisy try so much to stay away from each other... failing every time. Also, I ship Hayffie and I wanted to give a happy ending to Effie here too.

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17. Candles for the wedding

After a brief moment in which you wanted to go away and never turn back, or you wanted to knock Marjorie’s door and then let her see your rage, or simply to go to Haymitch and talk more to him, knowing he wasn’t going to kick you out of his bed, you make a decision. You are Daisy Pinecone from District 12, and you are not going down for a man. You won’t let a man ruin your good mood. Even if this man is the most wholesome you’ve ever met. Even if the only thing you want is to be in his arms. Even if none of this is right.

Because none of this is right. You know, hell you know Marjorie is not in the wrong. She spent all her life hiding from President Snow because of Haymitch, and now she wants to live with him like he promised her. But that promise was made at sixteen, they were children, that doesn’t count.

And yet, the timing is wrong. He waited for her, for her ghost, for twenty five years, and just when he tries to move on - with you, nonetheless - she reappears. It’s like fate, destiny or whatever is laughing on their face.

You can’t avoid thinking bad things, like that she is not as beautiful as she was when she was twenty, but then again he is not either and this is a vile thought. You are better than that. Holly taught you better than that.

You go up, clean your face, even use a little of that eyeliner you and Effie stole, go to your class and you manage to keep your smile on and your chin up all the time. You have a great teacher for that.

Then, you go to the class where you are Miss Pinecone and not just Daisy.

«When there's danger, you should always go to your parents. But if there’s a danger and you are at school, you could go under the tables for protection.» You say, trying to be cheerful. Today is the day they are going to rescue Portia, Annie, Cinna and the others, and of course Peeta. So Coin told you to give the kids a lecture about dangers. That doesn’t scare you at all.

«But, Miss Pinecone, what if I don’t find my mom?» A little boy, Alex, asks you. He is from the seam, and he is seven or eight, not more. He has tons of brothers, like four or five. He is adorable, very skilled in maths.

«I think you could come to me.» You don’t think this through, but what can you say? If he doesn’t find his family you want him to come to you, a trusted person, instead of a stranger.

«Thank you, Miss Pinecone.»

You manage to keep the charade until dinner. It’s easier with the kids, the little ones always try to make you see that and tell you this, and the hours flow. The older ones are eager to learn.

But now that you are alone, you can’t help but be sad in the cafeteria, surrounded by your friends except for Effie, who waits for Portia, and Finnick, who waits for Annie. That gives your group freedom to talk.

«I can’t believe him. He left you!» Lora is shocked, her wide eyes bright open. «For an old woman!»

«Well she is not old, she’s 41.» You protest, but then you remember Lora is nineteen. Compared to her you are an older woman.

«You are not going to pout all the time, right?» Perla is more direct. You love her, but she reminds you of a younger Johanna Mason, a victor from years ago who is now part of the rebellion. Perla is kinder, but she doesn’t hold back answers.

«I’m not pouting.» You protest.

«Yes you are. There are parties, you know? The guards invited us sometimes, we should go.» Yes, you are. You can’t help it. He is not even there at the moment, probably in a room with Katniss waiting for Peeta. Or he is with her.

You can’t live thinking he is with her every moment.

«There are more important things, right? I’m worried about Portia. I really care for her. And for Peeta. And Cinna.» You desperately don’t want to talk about it. They seem to understand that, because they take the bait to change the subject.

«Do you think Finnick and Annie will get married when she is rescued?» Lora asks. You have to admit Finnick Odair has been a crush in your teenage years, for all of you. Thinking of him as a married man, even now that he is real, is weird. But he and Annie are so cute, he always talks about her like she is the moon and he couldn’t live without her, he almost didn’t want to live anymore when he found out she had been captured. They had to give him a rope to make knots out of it, to calm him down, but a very, very small rope.

«That’s what he promised.»

You are about to answer Perla when a voice comes from the other room.

«They are coming!»

You change looks, because you don’t know if you are allowed in the first room, but you want to hug Portia so you run. If you are not allowed, someone will stop you, but that doesn’t happen.

They don’t have a quarantine, you had it because your group was the first after a long time in District 13, but now they think you are safe. So everybody is free to hug everybody, and they are all crying.

You come into the infirmary room and you see Finnick who’s holding Annie like she could disappear in a moment, and Effie in Portia’s arms.

«Portia!» You run into her and you let her hug you tight. «You are here!»

She just nods. She is not her best self, but she was probably tortured (now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have run into her, maybe you scared her) but she is here now, she can get better. You’ve never seen her without her Capitol fuss. She doesn’t have her blonde wig, and her hair is shaved. She is thinner than before, and she has bags under her eyes. It’s clear something bad happened in the city.

Katniss is there, she is holding Cinna, but she is not happy. Cinna is in the same situation as Portia and Annie, and Haymitch, close to her, seems pissed off.

«What happened?» You dare to ask, conscious he wouldn’t scream at you.

«Joanna Mason, Mags and Peeta are still in the Capitol.»

Fuck.

The mission was for everybody, but mostly for Peeta. He is the other side of the Mockingjay, the unfortunate lover, the lover boy. People like him more than Katniss. He is useful for the revolution.

But most importantly, Katniss loves him. Maybe she doesn’t know it, maybe she also loves Gale, but the look in her eyes at this moment proves that.

«Will they come back for them?» You whisper to your mentor, but you don’t want Katniss to hear that. He shrugs and he looks at you, he is furious.

«If I have a say in the matter, yes.»

He goes out of the room, and you follow him in the corridor and stop him with a hand on his wrist. You have to be careful. He could have reacted in a very bad way, you don’t stop him like that, you know better. But he must have sensed you, because he doesn’t push you against the wall or strangle you like you are an enemy.

«I’m sorry.» You whisper again.

Peeta is like a son to him. Everyone knows he and Katniss are really similar, they have the same mind, same origins, same attitude. But they care for Peeta. Peeta is cunning, smart, intelligent, but also kind, generous, and has a good heart. With the family he has - he had, you have to remember - Haymitch has become a father figure in the last year. He didn’t want to get attached, you are sure of it, but once again he failed in that.

He sighs. He is calculating, you see his brain fuming. You bet he is telling himself he can’t be vulnerable with you, not anymore.

«Just a minute.» You help him, and you put your arms around his chest. He relaxes a little against your touch.

«He is seventeen.» He reminds you. «Seventeen, and he is being tortured. They are torturing him. It is my fault.» His voice is strong and still, but you sense he is desperate.

«How is it your fault?» You lift your eyes up to watch him better. «It’s the war, Haymitch. You are doing your best to keep them alive.»

«’M doing a hell of a good job.» He is shaking now, of course he wants a drink to cope with his guilt. They are criminals, this is not a way to cure ad addiction, but maybe there’s a good side of that. Maybe he is rid of his addiction.

«You are. Look at all this, it’s mostly thanks to you. And Cinna, and Plutarch, but the Mockingjay is here because of you. Katniss is safe because of you. And Peeta will be too.» You stroke his hair. «I am so, so sorry. But I didn’t give up on you. You are still their mentor. You saved them.»

You feel stupid, you can only say that you are sorry. A week ago you would have kissed away his doubts, but now it’s not yours to kiss. Now Marjorie can handle that, you don’t have any right.

«Don’t be sorry.» He murmurs and instead of letting you go he tightens the grip. «Are you okay? Portia is back.»

«Yes.» You flash a smile to him, he loves Portia too. «I’m good, I was worried for her. Felt guilty too.»

«Look at us, covered in guilt.» He tries to laugh, to lighten the moment. «I must admit it looks better on you.»

You blush. You only want to kiss him, but he is not yours to kiss anymore. He is not yours anymore. «Everything looks better on me.»

«I really can’t argue with that.» His eyes are on your lips.

At this point you are supposed to kiss, this is what you do, but you can’t right now, not after Marjorie. «You should go back. Katniss needs you.»

«Yes. Katniss needs me.» He gives you a kiss on the cheek, his lips lingering a little too long on your face to be an incident. «Thank you, Sweetheart. I really needed that.»

«That’s what friends are for.»

You stay in the corridor, alone, until he disappears.

Turns out Finnick really asked Annie to marry him as soon as she was saved, and now you have a wedding to prepare. They are absolutely lovebirds, Finnick walks on air and he has a grin that never leaves him. Annie is haunted by the tortures and her past, but she is cooed by Effie and Portia, and she seems content most of the time, when she doesn’t cry for Mags. You never met Mags, but on television she looks like a grandmother, sweet and tender, and you know she raised Finnick and Annie. They decided not to wait for her, but they will have a traditional ceremony with her when she will be rescued.

You don’t know what the ceremony in District Four is about, but it must be their version of the Toasting. In your District the toasting is the real marriage ritual, when the bride and the groom make a fire together and toast a piece of bread. You really hope for them it’s not a toasting ceremony because you have heard his bread is made of seaweed and very, very salty.

The wedding preparation is actually very cute. You and Effie, with the help of Perla and Laura and other people from District 13, decorate the main room with flowers and ribbons, as well as nets and corals you manage to find in the library. It’s still grey, but a little less grey and it’s absolutely a win.

«I’ll dress Annie, can you stay here?» Effie asks you, and you nod. You actually like to decorate. It takes your mind off of things. But what you really want is to put candles in the higher shelves of the main room, so when she walks through the room she will be followed by lights.

You put the candles up with the help of a staircase. Then you just have to light them up. When you are about to reach the top, though, your feet slip and you go down.

You survived the Hunger Games and a revolution just to hit your head and die trying to decorate a cafeteria.

«Dear heavens!» You think you’ll get hurt, badly, but you realise you didn’t touch the ground, someone saved you.

And who could have been. Of course it’s him. How the fuck it’s him it’s a mystery.

«Are you following me or something?» You sough, still shaken by the fall. You risked it.

«Thanks, Haymitch, you catched me.» He mocks you with a grin that is not supposed to be here, since he saved you from death or at least a big injury. Again.

«…Thanks. But were you following me?» You know you should go back to your own feet, but you are a weak girl and it’s comforting to be in his arms, bridal style. And you pretend to yourself you didn’t see Marjorie eyeing you from the other side of the room.

«A little. I was looking for you, I wanted to borrow you a book, and then I saw you lighting candles in the most dangerous position ever invented and… I know your level of balance. It’s none.» You scoff at the comment, but then you hear again the main word of the sentence: books.

«A book? Yes!» You are too excited, it’s not proper. Not anymore. «I mean, that's thoughtful… thought?» A thoughtful thought. And you are a teacher. No wonder you didn’t have a licence before the war.

«Yeah I mean, it’s mine and you didn’t steal it so maybe you won’t like it.»

«It happened once or twice…» You pout. Just because he loved to kiss away your pout and if you have to go down bad then he must too. But when his eyes linger too much you are the one who snaps him out of his misery. «So? The book?»

«The book, yes. It’s about a girl who goes to work for a guy as a maid and the guy has secrets in the attic. It’s ancient.» He quickly explains.

«Is he a bit of a dick?» You challenge him.

«Kinda, yeah.»

«Some things never change…» You smile, proud of your little joke. «What’s the name of the book?»

«Jane Eyre.»

«I studied that at school. I think I’ll like it, thanks.» Could you give him a little kiss on the cheek? Probably not. Especially when you are still in his arms, it’s not quite friends' behaviour. But you still do it because Inez - Marjorie - has not been right to you. «How come we are underground and you still smell like the woods?» You half murmur to yourself, but he smirks.

«It’s a talent. I'll give it to you at the wedding?»

«I can't, they allow us to have actual dresses at the wedding!» You can't conceal your excitement. You really want to take off the grey jumpsuit. You don’t have a dress, but you eyed some curtains that nobody will miss.

«Tomorrow then.» He offers.

«Tomorrow it is. Haymitch, can you… let me go?» You are sure you are starting to make a scene, wrapped in a hug in the middle of the cafeteria after the big scandal and the “break up”.

«Yeah, of course.» He lets you go and you practically disappear in front of him not to deal with the consequences of your thoughts. He does the same. It would be comical if you didn’t have your heart broken.

You go to your room to sew the dress for the wedding, and you open the door without any thinking, just to be welcomed with a gasp.

Effie Trinket and Portia… you don’t know Portia’s surname, all you know is that they are wrapped in a hug and they are kissing. Effie is kissing Portia. Portia is kissing Effie. None of it makes sense.

Effie is the one who was upset finding out about you and Dianna. She was shocked, like she never occurred a girl could love another girl. You know in the Capitol they didn’t discuss these sort of things, like in the District.

On the other hand, if someone deserves love is Effie Trinket. She hates District Thirteen, everybody here is stupid and hates her, so she needs allies. Friends. Lovers. Everything she wants. She’s one of the kindest people alive. You really love her.

«I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!» You yell and you close the door behind you, just to re-open it slower. You don’t know what to do, you can’t go in and you can’t go out. «Do you want me to leave?» You ask.

«Stay, darling girl.» Effie speaks after a while. Her voice is filled with awkwardness, and you want to tell her that everything is fine but you don’t know how to do it without worsening the situation. «Well…»

You enter. They are on Effie’s bed, and they look like teenagers caught in the moment. They are so cute.

«You two are in love?» You ask, trying to contain your excitement. You know you are being improper and you are probably embarrassing them, but you are so happy for them, so happy for Effie. Oh dear heaven, what if it was just an experiment? What if Effie is in love and Portia is not? You didn’t think before talking.

«No, I mean… it was kinda the first time, so…» They share a look. Maybe they are not in love yet, but they have chemistry.

«So I blocked it? I’m so sorry! I’ll go!»

«No! I think we could go to…» Portia dismisses it. She talks slower than before the revolution, and she always seems a little puzzled, but she is better now and you think she’s improving.

«To my room! I think we can go to my room.» She finishes it.

«No, I’ll go!» You protest, but Effie pinches your shoulder.

«No, please. Let us go.»

«…Ok.» You surrender.

You go back to your sewing, wondering what the hell just happened.

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voraciousvore · 7 months

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Boarding School for Giants (1/25)

Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)

------Chapter 1------

I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again.

I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black.

My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did.

The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control.

Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off.

The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled.

Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress. She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure.

Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area.

When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep.

“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated.

“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl.

“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.”

“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.

I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be?

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better.

I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake.

We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas.

After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence.

“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me.

“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice.

She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.”

“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke.

“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.”

“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?”

Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated.

My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her.

“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal.

We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions.

“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.”

2nd Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600807530823680/boarding-school-for-giants-225?source=share

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Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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eddie-brii · 10 months

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So guess who's back!! Sorry it's been a hot minute. I've been losing my mind with school. 😅. Thank you to @myshiptrashcan for the inspiration behind this one!

Stars and Colors.

Jason was twelve when his soulmate mark finally formed. He’d daydreamed about it. About how pretty she’d be, how they’d run away together... as far as he could from the hell he was growing up in.

He'd hoped it would have been Pearl. She was so sweet to him on the playground. Her bright red hair and freckles made her a prime target for bullies. When they were ten, she used to always cry at recess when Paul and his friends would take her stuff from her before scattering it. Jason finally worked up the courage to tell them to stop hurting her. He’d come home with bruises that day. He’d fought them off from her and gotten a talking to from the teacher. He couldn’t care less, not when Pearl gave him a kiss on the cheek for saving her. Ever since then they had spent every school day together, convinced that they’d be each other's soulmates with their storybook start.

But fate wasn’t so kind.

He’d been so excited until he saw where and what it was. The black mark on his left cheek in the shape of a fist gave little doubt to how his soulmate would first touch him. He’d looked for her, holding out hope that maybe he’d just ticked her off today, but Jason’s heart broke the moment he saw hers. It was on her hand, but looked as if someone was grasping it instead of matching his. The rest of the day he’d felt numb, he’d gone off by himself for the first time in two years at school. He wasn’t able to take the sad looks she kept giving him.

When he got home that day he remembered his pa yelling at him, drunk and angry, while his ma hid in the kitchen.

“Look! Your own Goddamn soulmate is going to beat the shit of ya! Fuckin’ worthless ass! Another reason you shouldn’t fuckin’ exist!”

He’d sat there and taken it. Glad there had been nothing thrown this time. After three hours his pa went upstairs to pass out, his ma finally coming to him. He looked up to her with glassy eyes, trying to fight back a sob. She sat down next to him, placing her hand on his back to rub small circles along his shoulders. She tried to think of what to say, her own soul mark was still dull and gray.

“Ma, what if my soulmate don’t want me? What if I hurt her? We ain’t goin’ be meetin’ good.” He’d been staring off at the wall. The hole in it felt like it was mocking him. Everything felt like it was mocking him. He didn’t want anything like what his parents had, didn’t want to fight like they had. He wanted to be a good husband, a good soulmate Goddamnit. The mark on his cheek made him feel trapped, like there was nothing he could do to keep from hurting. Would he be hurting her, like pa did ma? Would she have to defend herself? Would she be hurting him? Ma did say some women had tempers and weren’t afraid to beat men to bits. He kept playing possible scenarios in his head. His ma tried to knock the bad thoughts away. Seeing her son so lost made her heart break.

“Maybe they’ll just be restin’ their hand on your cheek funny?” It wasn’t working. He’d seen her sport a bruise in the same spot that was now on his face. “Jay, baby, it will be alright. You’ll see.”

He leaned into her for comfort as he felt tears beginning to spill from his eyes. He didn’t want to be hurt like this anymore, didn’t want to hurt his soulmate the way he’d been hurt. If that’s what they were destined for, he didn’t want it.

“I hope I never meet my soulmate.”

In Iraq

Salim breathed in as he took in his wedding garb. He would have looked dashing if it were not for the forlorn expression he wore. His hopes of finding his soulmate before twenty, before his parents began looking to arrange a wife for him were for naught.

He remembered when they first told him on his birthday. He’d sat in his bedroom, reading a favorite book when his parents came in. He’d hoped since they hadn’t brought it up during dinner that the conversation would be avoided for a while more.

Alas, he wasn’t so lucky.

It turned out they had already found him a wife, the courtship set to start in less than a week. He’d been quiet as they explained all of her good qualities, feeling his heart ache. It was already telling him she would not be his one. When they had met neither of their marks had become vibrant at each other’s touch. He knew it would be unlikely, but he had held out some hope. They had known from the first meeting, her wrist decorated with the palm of a hand where his was along his knuckles.

His bride to be was beautiful. Leila was everything that should make a man happy. She knew how to take care of a home and would make a good mother for their children.

“But..”

He stared at his mark, tracing it with his fingers. The black spot was almost painful to look at now that he stood in his wedding garb.

He sighed again; he was concerned when it had first made its appearance. That concern turning to imagining what ways he’d be touching his soulmate to cause his mark to develop in such a way. Gently brushing her cheek, her hand or her side. He wanted to be sweet to her, warm and loving.

Now though, as he stared at his reflection, he finally admitted he needed to let go. He needed to be there for his new wife, even if they didn’t share that connection. A knock at the door broke him from his thoughts.

“Salim, are you ready? It’s almost time,” his father called. Salim did his best to smile and turned to the door.

“Time to stop daydreaming.”

2001

They had spent many fond years together after that day. They may not have loved each other, but they had grown to at least care for one another. After Zain was born, they both turned their focus and love to him. That all changed when she went out to the market one day, not long after Zain’s fifteenth birthday. She never told him what happened, only came home with her mark now vibrant with colors swirling in beautiful patterns. She had tried to hide it, tried not to bring him pain, but he knew.

By evening, she and her belongings were gone. Salim held a confused and hurt Zain as they both fought back tears.

“They were alone now. He was alone now.”

In the US

Jason was tired, tired of the damn looks everyone gave him as soon as they saw his mark. Turns out people assumed the worst of him the moment he stepped into the room. People gave him a wide berth, few giving him a chance to prove them wrong. He’d turned to weed to numb himself from the rejection he felt. Slipping into a high made everything feel a little easier.

But then the war came. Jason saw an opportunity and jumped. If people already thought the worst as soon as they looked at him then maybe he could use that to his advantage. The recruiters were skeptical at first, but he out did all the other recruits and made sure his name was on the list for basic training.

A quiet voice in his head said he wasn’t doing this for the right reasons. That he wasn’t this person he was putting out into the world. Another chiming in that he was going to get himself killed. That this was not what he wanted out of life.

“Maybe not, but I haven’t got anything left to lose.”

#house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #jason kolchek #the dark pictures house of ashes #salim othman #hoa #jalim #jason kolchek x salim othman #eddie writes

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Nayeon x Reader- “Out Of Time”

Yall readers might find this one different because this will be the first one-shot that will feature 'point of view' of characters in the story.

This is also a sequel to the previous and first Nayeon x Reader one-shot called "Save Your Tears", as requested by my buddy and fellow TWICE AU author YooJeonghoon / @mintchoccy. He also helped me on some parts of this story. If you knew one of his favorites then you'll easily gonna recognize what he contributed in this story.

So yeah if you haven't read the first one yet... better do so.

Hope yall enjoy this one!

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NAYEON'S POV

""Don't you forget what our professor gave to us for tomorrow okay?", my new classmate Yeri said to me, pointing her finger at me while I'm fixing my bag after our class in Physics just ended. "Just so you know, Ms. Lee is famous in the campus for not giving any mercy to students who doesn't follow or respect her.", she gave me some warning, well I took it with all attention. I felt chills once again when I heard it from her, while also remembering my first encounter with our new Physics teacher.

"I will. She seems not the type of person to mess with, from her aura already earlier.", I said, gulped when I recalled her introduction to our class earlier which showed how intimidating and scary she sounded and looked.

"See? Even you can't deny.", Yeri chuckled, finding it hilarious that I agree the same as her. " You're a new student here so I can't have you become one of her victims already.", she faced me and said it to me with a caring voice.

I smiled gratefully to her, feeling lucky that I met my first friend here in my first time being here in this university after I transferred. "Thanks, Yeri. You've been really good to be so far."

"Oh, Nayeon unnie, it's no problem.", she shaked her hands off at me. "I once experience how it feels like to be alone with no one dares to approach you and become friends so.. I won't let the same thing happen to you.", she said then showed me a thumbs up, indicating that I will be just alright when I'm with her. I just let my lips formed a curve again on both sides, appreciating at how a nice person Yeri is.

It made me puzzled why no one dares to get to know about her when in fact they're completely missing a person that can turn out to be one of the besy friends they'll ever have in their life.

"Anyways... it's lunchtime. Come, there's so many delicious foods in cafeteria.", then she held my arm and pulled me along with her. Now we're outside the classroom and walking ahead in the hallway, setting our destination onto the cafeteria.

While we are wandering with many students, teachers and school staffs we passed along the way, we saw the school field in the near distance where there are some male students along with the elders standing in a straight line. They only wear such simple plain tshirts, sando, jogging pants or shorts.

But my eyes got caught more at this one specific man who is standing straight and listening attentively to who it seems like their trainer or coach. I noticed he had a new haircut but it never changed how handsome he is, his body figure got even a bit more muscular, his clear white skin being reflected by the sunlight above them.

Just by the sight of him made my heart beats rapidly. He is the only person capable of doing this to me.

Ofcourse, who in the Earth would not experience this when they have someone they love straight right in their sight.

Then I remembered my agenda of coming here in this university. It made me feel like I want to wait for them to end and rush towards him and do what I've been wanting to do.

"Jeez, the seniors are really preparing so bad for the upcoming football tournament.", Yeri said after we stopped for a while in front of the school field where the students which she revealed that they are football players, are having their preparation today. "Oh well, it's their last year here so it makes sense. Sad to think too.", Yeri frowned. I was listening to her but my whole focus is still intact to Y/N who's about to bent down and put his hands and points of his shoes on the ground... ready to perform push ups.

The amount of time I was just looking at YN didn't made me aware that Yeri has been looking at me curiously and strangely, like as if something was wrong with me.

She snapped her fingers on my face while calling me." Nayeon? Nayeon hey, still with me?"

"Oh uh yes, yes. Yeah, I can see it too.", I responded to her, good thing I know what she was saying to me few minutes ago. "Goodluck to them, I guess.", I shurgged. Yeri just gave a nod.

"Uhh can I ask?", I looked at Yeri who returned her gaze at the players. " About how long are they gonna do this today?"

"Not sure but commonly they took for like 3-4 hours of practice, same time as when the class ends.", Yeri answered me. Then she looked at me and furrowed her eyebrows, it seems like she noticed how weird it is for me to ask that like I have something to do from them. "Why did you ask?"

"Nothing. Just curious.", I lied, shaking my head back and forth.

" Fine then, cmon let's go!", she grabbed my arm again and pulled me with her. "We're gonna run out of kimbap! The Kimbap destroyer should not get late!", she shouted hurriedly. I gave a one last peek at YN who is now doing jumping jacks.

Now that I saw him, the only thing I need to figure out is how am I gonna be able to approach him.

But... I got worried too. What if he hates me? What if he doesn't want to see or hear from me? Did I made him angry for what I did to him few years ago?

Whether it is or not, there's only one way to find out.

"Y/N... I found you...", I muttered before me and Yeri about to reach the cafeteria she was talking about to me.

(4 HOURS LATER)

Our class just ended for today and all of us here in the classroom are preparing our things to go home and rest. Well except me who is about to do something first before I leave the school.

"Hey, Nayeon unnie! Would you want to...", she called me and about to ask something but I interrupted her cause I really to ask this immediately to her. I just hope she won't find it disrespectful.

"Wait, Yeri could we look for something?", I requested to her. Yeri just looked at me.

"Uhh sure, go ahead.", Yeri nodded while pursing her lower lip.

We exited the classroom and went in front of the school field. Sadly, I am too late already to try when I saw the football players are about to leave, including YN who's among with his teammates who seems like his closest friends too.

"That's weird, they ended early this time.", Yeri got surprised to, the same as me. We just really followed the estimated time she said to me earlier in the recess. She looked at me curiously after. "Why are we here by the way?"

I just stayed silent and followed YN about to exit the school field as they head onto the parking lot and enter some car with his teammates, disappearing in my eyes. What I did is not actually a great idea because it made Yeri think differently of me.

"Don't tell me... you are interested with one of them?", Yeri asked me while smirking. She even playfully bumped my shoulder. Now I felt like I became more suspicious because I slightly laughed at what she's doing to me.

"H-huh, n-no... I'm not.", I chuckled and quickly shaked my head. I denied, even though it's legit. I feel shy that's why. I don't want her to find out in an instant why am I really here in this university for. "It's just... I think I saw someone f-familiar to me.", I fakely reasoned out to her.

"That's normal.", Yeri patted my back, emphasizing how she understood me. "The Buccaneers are famous everywhere in Korea so yeah, definitely you who's from other school before... you must've saw one of them that caught your eye.", I nodded as I agreed to her. She was making a point anyways.

"But they, don't be shy to tell me who might that be okay?", I gulped before I answered yes to her. Well, I would really need to. She's my friend now too and she kinda deserves this to learn about this. I just know that she could help me with this.

"O-ok.."

"Now cmon, let's go home now.", she gripped the lace of her backpack and gestured me to follow her. Now that the school field is now empty and YN is nowhere to be found, I joined her on her way out of the campus.

"If you want, let's show our houses together.", she said to me while we're walking in the hallway.

(THE NEXT DAY)

Me and Yeri just finished picking oit our books we are interested to read today here in the library. We just prefer to do this while we wait for our teacher to come in the class because he said that there was some sort of a teacher' assembly going on right now which resulted in him going late in his class time.

As we head away from the shelf where we picked out some books, Yeri looked at mine and she seems amazed at it.

"Oh, can I have your book after? That looks interesting to read.", she pointed at the book I'm holding which the genre is fantasy. "I'll give you mine too if you want."

"Sure.", I just let her after. Now we reached a vacant position here in the library near at the back.

"Let's have a seat now.", Yeri commanded and now the two of us placed our bags at each respective chair then next is our books on top of the table.

Few minutes later, after we started reading. I took out my eyes on the page and looked around thr library for a while. Just right at the exact moment, my whole body halted and only my eyes are moving, sticked out at thr sudden appearance of YN who just entered the library. He was all alone.

He went onto the librarian to greet her and the lady just smiled, greeting him back. Then he went to a shelf to find some books.

As he returned at the reading area, he looked around for a vacant spot. I covered my face with the book I'm reading quickly so that he can't see my face. This is not the time yet for us to meet.

Yeri noticed that I'm acting weird as I keep on rotating my head then repeatedly moving away and covering back the book on my face, taking a peek if YN finally had a seat. Fortunately he is.

"Nayeon unnie? Hey, what's wrong? Noticed you weren't reading?", Yeri poked me in the shoulder, enough to steal my attention. "Who you staring at?", she then went on to follow my sight on who am I targeting at. She located it and found YN who just started reading his book.

"Oh... that's one of the seniors here, a football player too.", Yeri said as she recognized YN. She then turned around and looked me with her gasping mouth. " Nayeon unnie was that him? The Nightmare quarterback YN LN?"

Welp, she finally cornered and caught me. All I have to do is to reveal her the truth. That didn't took long as I expected. " U-uhm... yeah...", I shyly said, looking away from her to hide my forming blush on my cheeks.

"Oh my god, you sure do picked a great one!", she playfully smacked me in the shoulder which I gritted my teeth at how it stinged a bit. I just accepted it because I was doing it the same thing at others when I react at something that made me laugh or surprised about. Her other hand though was covering her mouth after she said.

I got tensed even more and I don't know why. Maybe the fact that there's someone who also knows now who I am deeply in love with which I've been keeping a secret at for these past few months?

"Well... he is defi-", I was about to continue my words when suddenly, there's someone interrupted me. It sound like from a synchronized combined feminine voices and it was just near at me cause I can hear how slightly loud it is.

"Nayeon-unnie?!", then me and Yeri looked around beside me and saw three familiar women standing in shock. It was YN's childhood buddies Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung and Chou Tzuyu, popularly known as the School Meal Club trio from our high school back then.

"GIRLS?", I exclaimed in disbelief. I sounded a bit more louder which made the library glare at us so I tried to lower my voice next. I really didn't expected that these three would attend the same university in college still as with YN.

"Unnie, y-you're here now too?", Dahyun who is in disbelief, stuttered when she asked me. The three then took the empty space next to us and Yeri.

"So you transferred here?", Chaeyoung asked me, following Dahyun's.

"Long time no see, unnie!", Tzuyu excitedly greeted me. I just smiled at how I missed this cute maknae in front of me whom I've been treating as my 'baby'.

"Thanks girls, I miss you too.", then I held all their hands as ours placed all together. Yeri just looked at us, completely no single idea of what's happening right now. I just chuckled then made the move to avoid her getting left out even more.

"By the way uhm, Yeri these are my friends from high school, Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung and Chou Tzuyu.", I said to Yeri, pointing at these three gorgeous kids of mine with me. "Girls, this is Kim Yerim... my classmate and friend."

"Yall can call me Yeri which is my nickname, hehe.", Yeri added and all of them started to exchange handshakes together. I noticed that Chaeyoung somewhat gestured a greeting a someone she saw, mouthing a "yo!".

"Yo, YN saw us... Nayeon unnie did you-", Chaeyoung was asking me while switching her gaze back at YN. To find less suspicious and prevent catching YN's curiousity to come here and approach the girls, I stopped her quickly.

" SSSHHHH!! Please don't... yet.", I gestured Chaeyoung to keep silent and stop what she's doing.

"Ehh..? Why unnie?", Dahyun confusedly asked.

"Guys, remember they were exes before? Was that it, unnie?", Tzuyu looked at me. Yeri who just found out another revelation about me, can't help but to have her jaw dropped at what she just heard.

"Nayeon is that true?", Yeri asked me in surprise.

I sighed before I answer. "Yeah.". Now that my secret just keeps on getting unfolded, I have no choice but to just let it all out instead to them so that they, especially Yeri; can have a idea of what exactly happened to me. "You know what, I'll explain everything.", then to have our conversation to continue with a nice flow, we went outside the library and sat at one of the benches on the garden.

"Ok so here's the summary. Me and Jeongyeon broke up."

"WHAT?", The School Meal Club all exclaimed at the same time. They were shocked, except to one of us.

"Who's that?", Yeri furrowed her eyebrows.

"My ex-girlfriend who freaking played me like my heart is just a toy.", I said, I grunted a bit when I pronounced it, feeling once again the frustration that gets me whenever I remember what she did to me. I just gritted my teeth because of it.

Then I realized she was way worse than what YN has done to me. The huge difference was that YN showed to me that it was not clearly his intention to do that.", I said, my voice became a bit shaky now as I can feel the pain that is cursing through my heart again.

"What did he do to you?", Yeri asked me. Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu still keeps on listening to me.

"Nothing, I just felt he's getting cold to me at that time... but not because he's not dropping his love out of me.", I caressed my arm. " Let's say he got way more focused on his friends.", then I looked at the trio which they found theirselves guilty at what I mean. They gulped and bowed their heads at me, a frown formed on their faces.

"I'm sorry, Nayeon unnie."

"No don't be, let's forget about it. You guys have no fault.", I made them stop because what I was saying was true though. It was YN's mostly fault actually, not theirs. Then I started to explaining everything to them. "So going back, I remember when YN used to do everything to forgive him until when he got transferred to this campus. When he left, I felt saddened, aint gonna lie. Now it affects me much worse when these days after me and Jeong broke up... our memories are coming back in my mind.

Suddenly I feel longing for him. The perks of wanting and needing him again. So I followed him here, I transferred too in this school... to try and win him back.

In short, I'm in love with YN again guys... and I want him back.", after I made it all clear to them, my lips were twitching as I clenched my hands together and had my tears slowly coming out of my eyes; showing to them how it affects me that much that I badly want YN with me again and once again feel the affection of his love that was once intended only for me to feel.

Yeri then went to sit beside me closer with the trio stepping forward to comfort me. Yeri then gace me a side hug as she placed her arm behind my neck and gently rubbed my shoulder.

" That's very sweet and yes, I support you for that ofcourse, Nayeon unnie but-", Yeri paused during her words. Shr then looked at the trio as if they have same something in mind.

"Wait, you girls know what I'm about to mean too?"

" Hmm... I think, yeah.", Tzuyu said.

"Why, what is it?", I asked them as it made me curious what are they pointing out?

"Unnie, we would love to help you but-...", Dahyun nervously said. She just scratched her nape after and Chaeyoung instead continued what she was about to say to me.

"YN has a girlfriend now, unnie.", Chaeyoung said to me, pouting. What she just said made my heart like it stopped beating and everything around me stopped as the time froze in a quick snap. I just can't believe what I just heard.

I thought I came here, hoping that there's a progress, and improvement or anything for a reason I'll get for doing this. But hearing what Chaeyoung said made it look like it all melted away like a butter on a hot pan.

I didn't know that I'm already too late. I have no one to return at. YN is in love now with someone else, and my chance just completely dropped into 0%.

I wish I could've done it way early. If only I could turn back the time and do what I should've done years again to prevent him from giving up on me and letting me be with Jeongyeon completely as he looked for a new one to start a new beginning with, maybe there was a possibility that we could still be together again...

... and I was in the position of Lily instead.

"They were a bit long being together now too, 2 years if im not mistaken.", that shocked me even more. I never thought that YN would find someone other than me quickly.

"Really, he is?"

" Yes, unnie.", Tzuyu said. After that, we saw YN coming out of a library but this time he's not alone. He has a short haired with blonde streak girl with her. They look happy and sweet together. It didn't made me think other more than the huge obvious that she is definitely YN's current girlfriend they're talking about.

"That girl you saw earlier with him? That's hers.", Tzuyu said as she also looks at them like what I'm doing.

"Sorry, Nayeon unnie. That's what I'm about to point out to you too earlier.", Yeri apologized to me. Now I know why she was about to say something to me when we are heading off outside the library as I noticed she found something that made her hesistate.

"Mind if I have the name?"

"Lily Morrow. She's an Australian exchange student.", Dahyun introduced the profile of YN's girlfriend to me. Wow, looks like YN got bigtime with this one huh? He actually is in a relationship with a foreigner? YN charm just went on to the next level then.

"Based from what YN told me, she and YN first met in a class activity that requires duo.", Chaeyoung added.

"YN picked really well. She's pretty.", I said, appreciating the beauty of this Lily who captured YN's heart the same as what I did to him before.

"And talented too.", Tzuyu added. Dahyun and Chaeyoung nodded as they agreed to what Tzuyu said. They acted like they were singing after, so I guess that was a hint at Lily's talent she's great at and that is singing.

"Am I not? I still prefer that I'm even prettier also.", I said to them in a sassy way. I swayed my hair off and looked away at them, making them emit an "ooh" sound at me being the miss self-confident like I've always be.

"Oh here we go. The classic Im Nayeon we knew is back.", Dahyun rolled her eyes then laughed.

"Good to have you again, unnie.", Chaeyoung patted the top of my shoulder.

"Thanks girls.", I smiled at them. I slowly wiped out the tears around my eyes after with my handkerchief but Yeri stole it away from my hands and did it instead for me.

"So about the plan? Would you still continue to meet and talk with him again?", Yeri asked me.

"Yeah, I guess so.", I sighed. I straighten my body posture more, leaning away from the bench. "I'll not give up. Doesn't affect me that much still if he has already someone to love with, I'll just focus more on my other intentions then.", I looked at them with pure confidence and passion for this plan of mine. Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu and Yeri just looked at me and with their smiles, I can clearly tell they have my full support on this one.

(3 MONTHS LATER)

"AND KIM PASSES IT TO LN WHO CATCHES IT...", the commentator declares when the screen showed a player named 'Kim' who's wearing a red and white football attire, representing the color of his team running then passed the rugby ball strongly, making it flew far away straight ahead to his teammate from the distance, who catched it.

" NOW HE'S RUNNING WITH BALL NOW AT 50, JEON STILL CHASING...", the TV screen now shows two players from each different team. It's yellow and red chasing each other like they're cats and dogs, giving all their speed to execute their respective agendas of preventing and escaping at each other. The player 'Jeon' from the yellow team now running just a bit of a gap behind player 'LN' from the red team who is about to step away from the 50 yard line along with the ball in his possession.

"LN STEPS AT THE 30... THEN AT THE 20... 10...", then right at the moment, the player 'LN' jumps with all his might, sacrificing his body as he crashed onto the ground hardly along with player 'Jeon' who tackled him, but was way too late when 'LN' reached the endzone. The crowd of Gangnam University then all went wild, especially the ones from the Seoul National University which is the school that player 'YN' is also representing; as they celebrated the impressive end of the game and the victory achieved by the red team.

"AND THAT'S IT!!! LN SEALS THE GAME OFF WITH AN OVERTIME TOUCHDOWN AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S A WIN FOR THE BUCCANEERS!!!", the commentators screamed their lungs put as they released their energy and tried to match the thunderous feeling surrounding the entire place right now. On the screen, it shows 'LN' slammed the ball hard on the ground and very proudly bragged the effort he made for his team.

"THEY'RE ONE STEP AHEAD FOR THE CUP AS THEY HEAD ON TO THE FINALS AS THEY MEET THE EAGLES. WHAT A GAME WINNING PERFORMANCE BY THE WAY FOR THE KOREAN NIGHTMARE YN LN!!", then after that, it showed player 'LN' joined his teammates and went for a body bump and celebrates with them along with the crowd who are chanting for them.

(YOUR POV)

I looked at the final score which shows 34-28 as it ended in an overtime, where the victory was in favor of my team Seoul University Buccaneers courtesy of the touchdown I did. Gotta admit, it was really one hell of a game and kudos to Pusan National U Patriots who did their best also to fight and contributed very well to make this game such awesome. But still, we ruled this one because of our combined effort of enhancing our teamwork together.

"YOU DID IT DUDE!!! GOD YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER!", my teammate Tadano said to me in an overflowing flee. He thanked me so much that he even gave me a tight hug and I appreciated it very well. But still, I don't want to just get all of the credits. I prefer to keep being humble still.

"I WOULDN'T GET IF IT WASNT STILL FROM YOU GUYS. GREAT JOB TO US!", then I offered them a high five which they all accepted.

"LET'S GO BOYS!!! BUCCANEERS TO THE FINALS BABYYY!!!", my teammate and our left guard Hoseok shouted which made us all let out a very loud 'OOOHHHH!!!' sound then we jumped together in excitement as we can now imagine how hell of a game the Finals is going to be since the team which is now only waiting for us to meet there, the Daegu Eagles are also such a strong team.

"OH, THE PRESS ARE LOOKING FOR US.", Hoseok said and pointed from a distance where we can see some of the media starting to look for us to interview. We are all about to go and approach them when suddenly as I looked around from the crowd, I saw someone that made me completely stood like a statue in my spot.

The familiar girl in my eyes... who once became my world, standing there and cheering for us. I saw her slowly stop her movement when our eyes met.

Those grin that entirely presents her shiny bunny teeth, as it rises those plump fluffy cheeks and widen the cherry colored lips of hers that I once loved to place mine on it whenever I want because she's just too adorable that it made me want to kiss her so much.

No it can't be.

Am I hallucinating?

She's here... I keep on rubbing my eyes but still she doesn't disappear in my sight.

Oh my god.

"I- Wait.. N-Nayeon?"

"HEY, NIGHTMARE!", I got intensely taken aback when someone clapped in front of my face very hard that made me aeaken back from the reality. I turned my heard around beside me and I saw the face of the woman who's motivating and supporting me in my career these days in football, my girlfriend Lily Morrow.

"YOU SEEMED OUT OF YOURSELF? Still stunned at what you did?", she asked me then she grinned.

"Oh... Lily... u-uhh yeah I guess?", I stuttered, trying to make her believe that there's no something strange happened to me just a while ago.

I then looked back quickly at where I just trying to confirm repeatedly in my head if it was all true. Turns out, she was nowhere to be found.

I looked around even more and I never saw any trace of her. Looks like I am dreaming awake or hallucinating or something.

Does that mean I miss her? Probably? I mean, I can't deny... until now I still want to see her.

I didn't really wanted to abandon her in our high school days few years ago but it really can't be helped. My teacher offered me a scholarship at Seoul National University where I can emhance my football skills there and join an official college football league, which is one of the things I've been dreaming for.

I never even got the opportunity to say sorry for what I've done. Now that I kept of seeing and thinking of her again makes me think that maybe she was looking for me still until today.

If only I have a chance to see her, I would really love to have some time for us to be together again like as usual friends catching up the times we lost.

Why am I acting this way? I may not have feelings anymore for Nayeon but deep inside my heart and soul I know in myself that I still cherish and care her... only as a friend now. Well I can't make it turn it into something more though. I have Lily now, and she has Jeongyeon with her. I'm hoping by the way that she is being treated right still.

But... if only there was no one who's holding us back, I would really glad to take a move once again to be her man again.

Oh Nayeon... I surely do miss you, huh. Where could you be right now, you bunny?

" Course you do, cause we are too. God, you're such awesome back there earlier babe!", then Lily crashed her body onto mine, hugging me tightly. I smiled at my girlfriend's action. She kissed on the cheek which I repay her back on her forehead. Then, I heard my teammates calling for me.

"Join them now! They need their master quarterback. Congratulations also, love!", then she playfully pushed me away from her which I just chuckled.

"Thanks, babe. Love you!"

"I love you too!", she shouted, using her hands to form like a megaphone.

(MEANWHILE...)

"Unnie what happened?", Dahyun asked the oldest whom she's following with. They stopped in the stairs and Nayeon turned around to face them.

"YN saw me.", she bowed her head. The rest just looked at each other then went back to Nayeon.

"What is his reaction?", Chaeyoung simply asked but she really eager to know what happened next.

"I can't tell much but i'm sure he must've shocked."

"So why are you running away?", Tzuyu took the turn to ask.

"Her girlfriend's about to walk towards her, okay?", Nayeon then ran her fingers along to her blonde hair while looking at her giant maknae. " I can't let myself occupy his mind, lose focus on her girlfriend. Don't want to look at them too for long cause my heart already hurts when I saw her coming for YN.", she then heaved a huge sigh.

"Now that he has a hint now that he knows you're here... I think it's really the time that you show your full presence to him again and do what you've been wanting to do with him.", Yeri adviced Nayeon, grabbing her in the shoulder and looked at her intently. "All you need is perfect timing, unnie. You both needed it so you have to and also, you've been trying this already for about 3 months now."

"Lily makes me stop my tracks but...", she paused for a moment then later returned back to continue her words after she thought for a second. " You're right... and don't worry, I already have something in mind."

(3 WEEKS LATER)

"....... Just keep waiting, and all they need is a gain to send the game to overtime.", the play by play announcer said to his fellow partner while staring directly into the game, keeping his eyes and following every player's movement in the game.

"Indeed Pax. Okay, 4th and 3, 3 yards shy of the distance to kick. 7 seconds left.", the color commentator said on the mic. "Empty backfield for the Buccaneers. L/N, extra man on the rush, circling. Circling again, nowhere to go.", he filled in some more information about what's happening in the game right now. The screen shows LN struggling to find a way escape on his opponents who are blocking his path.

"He's got an open man...", then LN threw the ball to the free teammate he saw which was Heungson.

"L/N, heaves it! Anddddddddddd, GOT IT! HEUNGSON, FIRST DOWN AND MORE, DIVING TO THE ENDZONE!", then the screen showed the wide receiver Heungson sacrificing his body to land hard onto the ground for the ball to advance onto the endzone. "GOOOOOOOOOD! TOUCHDOWN, THE SEOUL UNIVERSITY BUCCANEERS, THEY HAVE PULLED AN UPSET OVER THE HEAVY FAVORITES DAEGU EAGLES!", the commentators shouted like there's no tomorrow and they let all out of their lungs to give chills and goosebumps at the performance of Heungson. LN came to bump his body towards his ally Heungson and join the rest for a victory huddle along with the crowd of Seoul Korea University cheering for them on their championship win.

"How. In. The. World. Does he managed to read the coverage? Goulding is over there, Jongpil is on the left side, and Youngjae is at the end zone already. Back and forth running and evasive quickness by L/N, and what a catch by Heungson.", the commentators started to talk about what did they just witnessed that led to the Buccaneers for their third championship win in the season.

"Park Heungson, with the game on the line, runs a 37-yard catch-and-run to seal the deal. Meanwhile, the quarterback Y/N L/N with a Seoul University school record of 6 touchdown against the Daegu University defense who is known for holding their opponents by 14 ppg.", the color commentator informed the viewers and his fellow commentators. He shook his head a slightly laughed, the hint of amaze and impress on his face can be clearly seen.

"Unbelievable win. Your Seoul University Buccaneers are your ULTIMATE BOWL CHAMPIONS, MAKING IT THEIR THIRD ON THEIR HISTORY.", the he clapped before the camera switched next at the Buccaneers who are now wearing their championship winning custom shirts as they hugged each other and also their loved ones as part of their celebration.

(YOUR POV)

"Thank you, everyone... we will not get this championship if it wasn't for you fans who are here are out there watching at home or wherever you are, to our supportive coaches and to our families, loved one who keep supporting us on our road to victory.", I said then I roamed my pointing finger along to the people that I mentioned who are part of the crowd, watching me make a thank you speech for being awarded as the MVP of the Finals.

... and now here we are, your boys brought back the title to SEOUL!!! It's always such an honor to be part and play for this university! Thank you everyone, we love you all!", then I kissed my palm and raised it up. As I make my way downstairs, my girlfriend Lily came to me and locked me for a loving kiss. She's so sweet that all I can do was to smile uncontrollably and blush intensely.

God, I still can't believe we did it. All the hardwork we did... it paid off. We were praying and hoping before, now here we are... we got what we wanted. We are the champions for this season's Korean National Football League.

I can't help but to tear up also because this is such a great way to say goodbye for this school. Glad that the management set the venue of the game to our school which gave us even more motivation to win this for our school before we leave as the seniors. What a nice way to end our football career journey here in Seoul U.

(MEANWHILE...) -NAYEON'S POV-

I saw with my two naked eyes where YN kissed Lily in the lips and I admit... it made my heart clench and form like a ball. It hurts but, all I can do was to be happy for them... especially for him. He got the girl he thinks who deserves for him and will ever get to experience how YN could able to pull off his improvement of being a boyfriend... which was previously dedicated only to me.

Such a lucky girl indeed.

I looked away to stop myself from watching them having that sweet moment of theirs. I felt my eyes getting teary but screw it, no need to drama. I need to focus on what I have in my mind right now.

I turned my head to Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu and Yeri who are looking very worriedly at me. They just made a comforting face expression and nods a bit at me. I knew what it meant so I accepted it and gave the same gesture back to them

I blew a breath out onto the air before I made my way out onto the audience's chair.

"Now it's time...", I muttered to myself then I continued my steps.

Few minutes later, I found myself now sitting all alone at YN's locker room. I was waiting for him to enter. A bit nervous and scared but doing my best maintain myself calm. I want to make this moment very smooth.

Then I heard footsteps coming from outside. The volume grew louder anf louder until the feet of that someone who was making that noise made it's touch in front of the locker room door.

Though the one who showed isn't the one i'm expecting to have for. Instead, what I encountered is the one I was definitely expected NOT to meet.

"Sorry, who are you and what are you doing to my boyfriend's locker room?", Lily asked me, confused why a stranger like me is doing in a place that belongs to her boyfriend. Yup, i'm very screwed up and I'm literally wishing this one not to end up in a unpleasant way. "Are you a th-"

" No stop I'm not a thief!", I stood up from my seat, raising my arms and hands at her like I'm defending myselr. "I'm looking for YN."

"Mind telling me what do you want from him?", she crossed her arms.

"To talk. He knows me so can you please let me have one time with him?", I became a bit shy to look at her because I can feel that she's not gonna like how it sounds for her.

" And why should I? I don't even know who you are and also... I can't just let anyone come across my man that easily.", she raised her eyebrow at me and bluntly said it.

"Then let me introduce myself then, I'm Im Nayeon, fellow student of yours here, YN's friend and...", I was about to finish what I'm saying but Lily cutted me when she spoke quickly.

"Oh... now I know who you are.", she pointed at me, snapping her fingers. "Ofcourse, you're his ex right? The one who left YN and went on to look for someone because she aint getting satisfied anymore from what YN is giving to him.", then her face became serious.

"Yes, it's true but... I just want to-", my voice became shaky but yet again, she interrupted me.

"What? You're gonna ask him to come back with you?", she started to take a step forward onto me to confront me even closer. Her voice became deeper like she's getting pissed off at my presence here.

"Huh? T-that's not wh-", I tried to defend myself but she didn't let me.

"If you think for one second that you'll get a chance, well pop it off away cause you're not.", she then stared deeply into my eyes with her flaming black orbs. "Me and YN love each other and we've been going smoothly these days so can you please just leave him and us alone?

Don't ever try to make him feel what you feel too cause remember... you were given a chance before but you didn't took it.", oof, that got me straight to the heart that I never even got to dodge it because it was true. It hurted me but ofcourse, I can't just let myself being completely dominated here. I need to defend and fight back because it's not entirely my fault here anyways.

" I KNOW, NO NEED TO MAKE ME REALIZE OF IT!", I uncontrollably raised my voice to her, making her flinch. "But this business is between me and YN only so please, I respect you as his girlfriend and I won't do anything that will cause you and him's problem, what you made me remind is what I'm about to te-", I said to her with my hands now touching together and formed a gesture like I am praying to gods above that Lily here will let have this moment but suddenly it looks like the ones above heard my 'prayer' as a familiar voice made me pause from my words.

"Lily- wait what's going on....", YN appeared the door. After he looked at her girlfriend, he switched his gaze back to me who halted at an instant when I saw him.

And finally, we met. Our paths crossed again and now we are here at each other standing face to face. I saw his jaw dropped and his eyes widened at the sight of me, his ex girlfriend and the woman he doesn't know who's loving him again and wanting him to come back if only it could just happen.

"N-Nayeon?", he said my name. My heart melted when I heard that. It's been so long since I haven't heard call and speak my name that I always loved to hear from him.

"There you go, I found her here looking like a creep, sitting and said she's waiting for you.", Lily looked at YN. She rolled her eyes and her aura completely changed as if she had her mood completely ruined today because of me.

But I don't care, I'm here only and will care for YN.

"For what?", he looked at me again and I did to same too before I turn my head to look around for a while.

"She wants to have a comversation with you. You know, I don't really want to let her but since it's about you and her's... the decision is up to yours.", Lily then sighed and formed a frown. YN came near at her and cupped her chin to raise her head. I didn't bother to watch them more because this scene will just slowly damage my feelings and emotions.

"Don't get mad, babe okay? I-I'll take this one. I won't that long, promise.", I heard YN speak it very closely to Lily.

"You better be. Now go and start, I'll wait outside.", then she patted his chest and gave one last glare at me before she took herself out of the room, leaving us alone together in the locker room.

"Thanks babe.", he said to Lily. Now it's just me and him. The awkward atmosphere is slowly covering us up for being silent and just staring at each other. Not until YN finally took the first move to break it.

"So I really didn't hallucinate earlier.", he said very softly and nearly like just it followed along with the flow of his breath. "We met again after a long time now huh.", then he showed me his awkward smile which I always found cute to him.

"How's you?"

"Doing well, no need to ask the same to you.", I asked, joining him. Now finally the official start of our conversation for the first time in nearly 3 years is here. "After what happened just earlier I know the answer now."

"Obvious, huh.", he chuckled. I just smiled back at him. "You watched the game?", I just nodded as an answer. He then formed an 'o' shape on his lips.

"So... wait, Nayeon, you're a student here now?", he asked. I knew it that he'll find it very confusing.

"Yeah... I transferred.", I said. "I even met the trio now. They missed me, I see.", that resulted in YN saying a small "oh" sound to me.

" So uhm, why do you want for us to talk about?", then he sat on the bench and offered me to sit beside him. I offered even though I'm getting a bit shy, knowing that I'll be having this very close to him again after a long time of not seeing each other.

"Y-YN... I came here because of you.", I started to reveal now why am I really doing here right now in front of him. That made him stare at me, getting interested to hear more from me as I just keep my head down and continue to talk.

" I just want to say that I'm sorry. For not letting you have a chance to prove to me that you're willing to change at that time. You've been wanting for us to start again as a friends, but I didn't value it that well because I instead looked forward more to Jeongyeon w-who I loved but... tore me apart instead.", I said while intertwining my fingers.

"Wait, what happened to you and Jeong?", he then held my wrist and looked at me very closely. Looks like he got shocked at what he just heard from me.

"We broke up. She just played me and replaced me with her other reserved chicks she collected beside me.", I let out a painful laugh and a bitter smile. My chest is tightening again as the flashbacks of me finding out that Jeongyeon is secretly meeting with other girls than me showing once again in my mind. That time, I was completely devastated and I tried to search for YN but I just realized then that he already left and went to move on another school.

"Oh god, Nayeon I'm sorry.", he looked away and I can hear his series of sighs. I know he will be getting affected by this and for sure he must've really mad at what Jeongyeon did to me because he really wanted me to always become happy with her, but she then only gave in the end was to lie at me, broke my heart and my trust for her.

"It's fine, atleast I'm away from that stupid jock anymore. What matters now is that I-I'm near to you and having a conversation I usually love for us to have just like before.", I side-eyed him and went back to look at his hand who's holding my wrist. I seriously missed the feeling of his touch on me.

"So... back to what I'm saying, after I and Jeong broke up. I suffered a huge heartbreak. These past few months, I've been working out to me because it was such a trauma that happened in my life.", I continued my story to him. He then still continued to lend his ears all at me and attentively listened at what I am saying.

"And when I learned that you went to other school for college... I felt different, just as exactly the same as when I first saw you, but it was mixed with something else. Longing.

I went on keep missing you since you were gone. I keep wanting your presence for me to be felt... I... wanted to see you everywhere and not leaving my eyes. It got increased more when I always reminisce our good ol times back when we were together, and I thought... how good it must have felt if I'll experience it again, with you.

YN I still love you.", and I finally confessed my grown feelings of love once again to the man who once became my everything and now I want to be like the same as it is again. My voice is now trembling and I can feel my teardrops overflowing and ready to let go from my eyes.

"Nayeon...", he mouthed my name but I kept on continuing my words that I want to say to him up close.

"You broke my heart, yes... but I didn't care about that. Just knowing that you tried to prove me that you are willing to change and fix your mistakes back then, I know it would be safe to be in your arms again...

... but I chose instead to be blind and dumb for not focusing on it... for not appreciating your efforts just to make me forgive you. Such a regret I didn't tell to allow you.

I do forgive you, YN... and I hope you would do the same to me too. I didn't mean to break you heart like what I had to you, you didn't mean to anyways.", and I finally cried my heart out to him and I covered my face that is slowly getting messed up by my tears.

In an unexpected manner, YN pressed his body closer to me and cuddled me. That made me sob harder because I really really craved for this to have it again. This was the only thing that made me perfectly assured that I am safe and handled by care. He placed my head on his chest and I can feel the heartbeat of his that I can't tell if it's for his sympathy towards me or even just a glimpse that he secretly still feel something the same as me too.

"I do apologize too, Nayeon. For giving up already to you.", he said to me. It was like a whisper but it was all okay to me because I can feel how sincere he is. " If I was still holding on yet when Jeong wasted you... I could've been the one who saved you. But I didn't."

"I still have you in my heart, Nayeon. I think of you still sometimes but... I have Lily now with me. She's my girlfriend now and it's my responsibility to give everything she needs in our relationship.", he declares to me. That was bittersweet to me, but I just took it well cause atleast it was a relief and a music to ears for me to know that after all these time he still remembering me and brings it always with him even if I am not around him.

"One of it was to love. I can't just leave her and go back with you. Breaking a girl's heart again after what I did to you wouldn't sit well with me anymore. I'm sorry, Nayeon.", then my heart skipped a beat when I felt his teardrop fell onto my cheek. I looked up to him and I discovered that he got carried along with the moment we're having right now. He's also crying now with me.

"It's okay YN. I understand. In fact, I don't even expect from you to love me back, because I'm too late anyways...

I'm out of time.

I can't just keep you out from loving her because you made up your mind.", he nodded because he agreed at how true it is on what I said to him.

"But, can I have a favor and a promise to you?"

"Feel free.", he sniffed then he wiped his tears off with his clothes. He then went to open one of the locker beside him and reach for a clean white towel and it touched me when he used it to wipe my tears away.

"If she ever only messed up a little, broke your trust or anything she might cause a problem to your relationship, you know my line. I'll be one call away. Even better, don't be shy to come right back to me.

I'm still here, gonna wait for you while I support and being happy for you and Lily. Just... this time I don't want to lose the opportunity again to make you mine.", I finally said my favor and my promise also to him.

"I'll take note of it, Nayeon.", he said. It made me smile at his answer.

We both stood up and I faced him, our body just having a very little gap with each other. I looked up and said to him gratefully.

"Thanks, YN for the talk, seriously. Congratulations on your team's victory by the way.", I smiled, making my chubby cheeks rise at the expansion of my grin.

"Uhh I should go now, Lily must've waiting impatiently for you.", I nodded then I slowly walked away from him. But before I got to exit his locker room, he called my name once again that made me stop from my steps and halt on the door.

"Nayeon."

"Hmm?", I turned around and looked at him.

"It's really nice to see you again.", he smiled.

I also smiled too and what happened next is I just let my body move on it's own with my heart controlling it and I walked towards him and went closer.

I leaned my face closer beside his face and I planted a peck of a kiss on his right cheek. As I leaned away, I saw him froze, his eyes largened and the red tint in his cheeks are slowly forming.

"You too.", I said to him for one last time before I finally have my way outside his locker room, leaving him all alone inside and just trying to process in his mind the kiss I did to him. That one single kis for sure must’ve brought back all the memories we had when I could just do this to him for free and way easily.

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punyparkerfics · 2 years

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Hi!!! just loved your newest Octodad installments! May i request a story where 7 year old adopted Peter comes home after Flash made fun of Otto being overweight and it really hurts Peter. He loves his adopted dad and doesn’t care about his size. He especially loves his cuddles. Otto reassures his son, takes care of him, and cuddles him to make him feel better 🥰

Thank you regardless 🥰

Thanks for the request and thank you for your patience! this one was a lot of fun.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying

When Otto arrives at the school, he already knows something is off. Typically, Peter is engaged in conversation with his friends or drooling over Gwen Stacy. He seldom even notices when Otto pulls up. So, when the first thing he sees is his seven-year-old pouting where he was sitting on the steps, he’s perplexed.

Peter’s owlish eyes lock on the doctor’s vehicle almost immediately, his face scrunching further in dismay. Oh no, Otto thinks, We can’t have that.

Peter comes running over, a tear already dribbling down his cheek. Before Otto can get out of the car to comfort his son, the kid climbs into the passenger seat and immediately throws himself at him. Otto is stunned still as his son sniffles and weeps quietly into his collar.

“What’s the matter, sunshine?” Otto asks softly, carding his fingers through Peter’s hair. He puts the car in park and turns his hazard lights on with his free arm, twisting his body to better coddle his child.

The scientist lets Peter cry, his boy was rather emotional and needed to feel his feelings at his own pace. And school children can be vile to each other at times, Otto and Peter both learned that the hard way.

“I love you, Dad,” Peter croaks, sniffling sadly, “I’m glad you’re my Dad, no one else.”

Otto’s heart skips a beat at the kid’s words. That certainly hadn’t been what he was expecting to come out of Peter’s mouth.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Otto replies, rubbing the lad’s back comfortingly, “You’re my sunshine. And I’m glad you’re my son.”

“No one else?” Peter asks with a shy smile.

“No one else,” Otto confirms, “Now, you wanna tell me what happened?”

Unfortunately, his little boy deflates. Peter’s pout returns.

“Flash was being mean today,” Peter says softly, not meeting his father’s eye.

“That little—“ Otto mutters under his breath. Flash Thompson had been giving his sunshine a rough time for the last several months and Otto was becoming livid. He'd complained about Flash to teachers and the principal, but Peter still comes home upset over something the slimy cretin had done or said to him.

“It made me really upset,” Peter continues, “He shouldn’t say such mean things!”

“That’s right,” Otto nods in agreement, so proud of his smart little boy, “He should not. He should be kind.”

“Yeah!” Peter’s voice raises an octave, “I don’t say anything mean about his Daddy!”

And that really threw Otto for a loop.

“What?” Otto questions, “He was talking about— about me?”

Peter nods sadly, no longer looking at Otto. The boy picks at a loose thread at the hem of his shirt. Otto figures he needs to go shopping with Peter soon since he loves picking at his clothes. It was something of a nervous tic that Otto found endearing.

“He kept—“ Peter continued, “He kept calling you—“

“It’s alright, son,” Otto soothes, seeing how badly Peter was struggling, “You don’t have to repeat it.”

“But I want to tell you!” Peter cries. He hated keeping things from his dad.

“Okay, okay,” Otto placates, “You can tell me.”

Peter squirmed where he was sitting on the center console, halfway on his father’s lap. He seemed to be gathering the nerve to repeat what his bully had been saying about his dad. Otto could sit there all day, waiting for his son to say what he needed to. Peter’s therapist had encouraged speaking about things that triggered his bad feelings (anger, sadness, grief, jealousy, etc.), and Otto wanted to be as helpful as he could by listening and helping the kid articulate.

The doctor’s heart squeezes as he realizes Peter’s no longer just small enough to fit neatly on his lap with the steering wheel there. Although, he had grown more into a more ‘fatherly figure’ since adopting Peter. So maybe that had something to do with that. Norman had jokingly commented on Otto’s shape, but it hardly even caught the latter’s attention. It was all faff anyway.

“He kept calling you fat,” Peter finally murmurs, “It wasn’t very nice.”

“No, that isn’t very nice,” Otto agrees again, “Did that bother you?”

“Yes,” Peter admits, “It made me angry… and sad.”

“Why did it make you angry?” Otto asks.

“Because he said something mean about you!” Peter cries indignantly, almost offended, “You’re my Dad! He can’t say that about my Dad!”

“Alright,” Otto nods, a placating hand landing on the boy’s shoulder, “And why did it make you sad?”

“Because,” Peter says with conviction, “Because he made it sound like you weren’t a good enough Dad. And I think you’re the best dad!”

“Well, that’s very sweet of you,” Otto drawls out softly, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards.

“I’m being serious,” Peter pouts again.

“I’m taking you seriously,” Otto promises, “I’m just being honest.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” Peter asks randomly.

“What? Being called fat?” Peter nods.

“Because it doesn’t matter,” Otto shrugs, “You think I’m the best dad, that’s more than I could ever dream to be. Who cares what that snot-nosed brat says about me? I don’t, and you shouldn’t either.”

“But it was mean,” Peter whines, tucking himself under his father’s chin.

“I know, sunshine,” Otto soothes, rubbing the boy’s back, “Don’t let it bother you. In one ear and right out the other. With any mean thing anyone tells you… Got it?”

“Got it,” Peter parrots glumly.

The kid was going to have a rough afternoon, so Otto had to do whatever he could to make it a good evening.

“How about we go get my sunshine some ice cream, huh? How’s that sound?”

“Double scoops?” Peter asks, lifting his head to smile at his dad.

“Double scoops,” Otto confirms with a nod, “Let’s get you into your booster now, cub.”

Peter cheers and presses a wet kiss to Otto’s cheek before he climbs into the back seat. The seven-year-old drops his backpack onto the empty seat and hauls himself onto his booster seat, quickly buckling his safety belts.

“All ready?” Otto asks, leaning into the back to tug on Peter’s safety belts.

“Ready!” Peter confirms with two small fists in the air.

And with that, the Octavius men departed to their favorite ice cream parlor. Forgetting all about Flash and his mean words was easy when Peter got a hot fudge sundae, especially when his dad gave him his cherry.

And whenever that punk gave Peter trouble for Otto’s weight, the boy would echo his father. He’d heard the doctor say such whenever Norman commented on Otto’s figure.

“So what?” the curly-haired boy bites back, “Think of something new next time!”

And if Otto gets a call from his son’s teacher the next week for ‘humiliating’ his peers’ then he’s sure to take the kid out for ice cream again.

“Love you, Daddy,” Peter says sweetly, chocolate sauce smeared around his lips.

“I love you too,” Otto replies, wiping the kid’s mouth with a napkin, “My dearest sunshine.”

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stfuviolet1 · 7 months

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Today, hamzah drove me crazy. It’s not like he doesn’t do that on any other day, but today was just too much I almost lost it. Yes I’m talking about my patience runnin thin with this one kiddo right here ☝🏼Idk what was his problem he was throwing tantrum and acting up the whole day. Some of the things he did just today that are enough to make me go nuts ;

1. He pushed widad off the chair just because widad took his seat during breakfast. Mind ya widad was seating there and saved the seat way before him yet he wouldn’t give in. Like come on boy, didn’t we just discuss of what happened in Palestine and how their land got stolen? We don’t want anyone getting ‘israel-ed’ don’t we?? Anyhow, the fighting lasted the whole day between these two siblings and most of it was because of hamzah getting mad over petty things. He wouldn’t even let widad sit next to me and whenever widad sat on my lap, he pushed her. Sighs

2. I asked Hamzah to draw what are the things that make him happy and what are the things that make him sad. It was all fun and games to see him drawing sonic, legoland, Roblox, tic tac toe at first until.. my eyes got caught on something.

Me; hamzah, what is this? *points to a weird creature draws by him Hamzah: that is devil. Me: okay… so devil makes you sad? Hamzah : yes, devil eats cat. I don’t like devil Me: okay… faham… and what about this one? *points to another weirder creature but this one in the happy list Hamzah: oh that is jesus. Me: IM SORRY, WHAT?? Hamzah: that’s Jesus. You don’t know Jesus ? Me: yes I do know jesus,,, I mean WHAT? HOW? WHY? Hamzah: I watched in YouTube. In YouTube it says Jesus is happy.

GUYS. MY 5 Y/O STUDENT JUST DRAW A JESUS.FUCKIN.CHRIST.

3. The intense fight between hamzah and Adib. It’s well aware that hamzah and Adib are not fond of each other but at this point, hamzah really be going off limit. The fight was about who gets to become imam for solat sunat dhuha. Hamzah, despite him being the youngest and smallest, always eager to lead the prayer. And hamzah being hamzah, always wants to lead every prayers and that is why we come up with schedule so Haris and Adib can take turns too. But Haris was absent today and Adib was supposed to replace Haris as imam but hamzah was soooo against it and he insisted to be the imam for the day. Adib was expressing his frustration and I tried to convince both of them. Rock paper scissors? Meh who cares who loses hamzah still wants to be the imam.

Hamzah; teacher Nurul, if you don’t let me become imam I will cry (baby voice). Me: oh really? If I don’t let you become imam you will cry. But if I let you become imam, Adib will cry. What are we going to do about it? Hamzah: *points to elsa* elsa be the imam Me: I’m sorry, you do know girls cannot be imam right?? Hamzah: then you be the imam. Pleaseee 🥺🥺 Me: (astaga ini anak)

Anyways after 10 minutes of trying to resolve the disputes;

Adib: starts crying* Hamzah: cries** Adib: starts crying HEAVILY***

so the solution? I made them pray twice. Hamzah lead the solat dhuha, Adib lead the solat hajat. Fair and square.

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 28: But Secrets Don't Make Friends

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 14k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, jealous kook, bratty tae, betrayal, mentions of past rape, murder, brief mentions of a dead body, blood, mentions of guns, cute things but also ANGST im so sorry.

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A few days after the accident...

"What's wrong, Mina?"

"It's ____," Mina sobbed into the young man's shoulder as he pet her head gently, "She's in the hospital, someone hurt her."

Dae made a sound of sympathy as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, "She's alive though?"

"Yeah," Mina sniffled.

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

Mina hugged him tighter, "Sorry, for crying."

"No need to be sorry," Dae pulled back and smiled at her, "I know it must be scary."

"You'll help her, right? Her family left, she has no one but you and me," Mina said tearfully.

Dae's eyebrow twitched and a small smile appeared on his face, "Of course."

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"You...what?"

"Oh, don't act so surprised, Mina."

Mina's stomach plummeted to her feet and she resisted the urge to hurl.

"B-But, I thought you cared about her."

"Oh, I did. Very, very, much. I cared about her more than I cared about you," Dae watched Mina's face fall, a sick satisfaction soaring through him.

"...huh?"

"Oh yes, I asked her to be with me. But she refused."

Mina felt a stab of jealousy shoot through her.

"You know, she hurt me, deeply. That's why I did it."

Mina stayed quiet, so he continued, "You understand, don't you? She's just like that. You do everything for her and she pushes you aside. She kept giving me mixed signals, leading me on only to hurt me in the end."

Your best friend swallowed thickly.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" He whispered, "You've always stood up for her and taken care of her, and yet she went after me just to mess with you. She knew you liked me, didn't she? Maybe you didn't tell her, but she knew, how could she not see it?"

Her teeth clenched as she listened to his words, like poison seeping into her veins.

"Of course, you were the one I had always been in love with, she just made that hard for me to see."

"Really?" Mina's voice quivered.

Dae nodded, a sad smile on his face, "With her out of the picture, I could have you all to myself without worrying about her ruining things for us."

Mina looked uncertain as she clenched her fists.

"I know you care about me, Mina."

"I do."

"Can you help me?"

Mina looked up at him, her heart melted in her chest at the look he gave her.

"Yes."

"I knew I could count on you."

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Present Day...

"Mina messaged me."

Jungkook looks up at Tae from the strawberries he was cutting for your lunch, "What?"

"She messaged my work phone, obviously that's the only number she has."

It's been almost a week since Mina left, today is Friday and no one has heard anything from her.

Until now.

Jungkook sets down the knife.

"What did she say?"

"She said they agreed to call off the hit on one condition."

"And that is?"

"They want the money back from the first payment they gave you."

Jungkook narrows his eyes, "That's it? That's all they want?"

Tae shrugs, "That's what she said."

"I don't believe that, not for a fucking second."

"I don't either. What am I supposed to tell her?"

They both hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on.

"Just, tell her you'll get back to her later today. We can figure it out when I get back from taking ____ to work."

Tae nods, but when Jungkook turns to keep cutting the strawberries, he asks, "Would you actually give them the money back?"

Jungkook doesn't look at him as he cuts a little berry, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I mean, what about your mom's treatments?"

Jungkook swallows hard, "I'll figure something out."

The door to the bathroom opens and you come out, a tired look on your face as you walk over to Jungkook and Tae.

"Good morning, ____," Tae says with a smile.

"M-Morning, Tae!" You say brightly despite the exhaustion covering your face.

Jungkook turns and leans against the counter as he looks at you with a smile, "You look sleepy."

"I'm a-always sleepy," You say with a laugh.

Jungkook laughs lightly as you walk forward and give him a hug.

His cheeks burn at the intimate gesture in front of his best friend, but he wraps his arms around you anyway.

After a second, you pull away and look at the cutting board with strawberries on it, "Ohh, s-strawberries!"

"You can have one now if you want," Jungkook grabs one and hands it to you, "Here."

You take it happily and start munching away as Tae grumbles about how Jungkook didn't let him have any and how he's playing favorites. Jungkook grabs another strawberry and pops it into Tae's mouth as he's ranting.

The older boy chews it up, then turns and winks at you before heading over to the couch.

You smile at him and then turn back to Jungkook, "Thank y-you."

He nods with a smile sweeter than the strawberry you just ate.

"Are you all dressed for work?" Jungkook asks as he finishes up packing your lunch.

"Mhm," You reply, watching him closely.

Jungkook turns back to see your hair is a knotted mess.

"What about your hair, silly?"

You reach up and touch it, a little frown on your face, "I'm t-too tired."

Jungkook laughs, "Here, let me do it. Go get your hairbrush and hair ties."

You skip away to your suitcase and rummage around in it for a second before pulling out the things he needs to fix up your hair.

Jungkook sits on the couch next to Tae, then spreads his legs a bit and drops a pillow on the floor so you can sit between his legs.

You sit down on the pillow and get comfy, one of your arms draped over his thigh and your head resting on it as he brushes your hair.

Jungkook is gentle as he gets the tangles out, then he brushes it all back and pulls it into a ponytail, one much better than the one he did earlier this week.

"There you go, sweetpea," Jungkook whispers in your ear.

"Thank y-you," You say shyly as you stand up and go to get your shoes on.

"I'm taking her to work, I'll be back in a little bit," Jungkook says to Tae as he grabs the keys.

Tae nods, "I'll be here."

"I'm gr-grateful that you k-keep making my lunch," You whisper shyly as Jungkook drives to your work.

He smiles, "I'm glad you keep liking them, I enjoy making them."

Jungkook stops the car at a red light.

Something has been nagging at you this whole week, so you finally decide to ask him.

"J-Jungkook?"

"Mm?"

"W-When you first g-got me that night..."

"Yeah?" He looks at you.

"Um, y-your face l-looked like you h-had been in a fight."

"Oh."

"And s-so did Tae's."

Jungkook bites his lip, contemplating what to say.

"Yeah, Tae and I had a fight."

He's not going to lie anymore, he's in deep enough already when you find out what he's lied about.

Which is basically everything.

That realization makes him ill.

"About w-what?"

"You."

Fuck.

Your head snaps in his direction, a look of bewilderment on your face, "M-Me?"

He nods and you see him gulp, "I hadn't told him about you and he was angry."

"He-...He w-was mad about m-me and you b-beat each other up?" You ask in disbelief, making Jungkook cringe.

"Uh, yeah."

"I th-thought he l-liked me," You say quietly and look out the window.

"H-He does!" Jungkook says quickly, "He does now that he knows you."

"I d-don't understand b-boys," You whisper, a grumpy look on your face.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks.

"Boys are st-stupid," You say, crossing your arms.

Jungkook scoffs, "What makes you say that?"

"You both h-hurt your best friend over a m-m-misunderstanding."

Jungkook glances at you and he can tell it really affects you.

"You're right, boys are stupid. We shouldn't have resorted to physical fighting," Jungkook sighs, "It was stupid, but I guess we knocked some sense into each other."

You smile a little at his joke and he feels his heart warm at that.

You pull up to the school and Jungkook smiles at you as you jump out, "D-Don't get into an-anymore fights with Tae," You scold him gently.

Jungkook leans over and grabs your hand, then he links his pinky with yours, "Promise."

You give him a smile and shut the car door, then you skip to the stairs and climb them, running over to go inside the big school doors.

"Okay, what the fuck do we do?" Jungkook asks the second he comes into the apartment.

"We should try Namjoon again," Tae says, "He can figure out if it's legit."

"It isn't legit."

"Ok, well he can figure out something about it."

Jungkook pulls his phone out and calls Namjoon's number.

It rings a few times, Jungkook and Tae waiting with bated breath.

"Hey, what's up?"

Fuck yeah.

"Hyung, I'm so fucking glad you answered, you haven't answered all week."

"I know, it was a busy week, sorry JK. What did you need?"

"I need you to do a few things for me," Jungkook says, anxiously waiting to see if he'll be shut down.

"Name it and it's done."

Thank fuck.

"Ok, I need you to find an anonymous client for me-"

"Easy. What else?"

Jungkook and Tae look at each other.

"They say they'll call off the hit if I give them the money back-"

"Bullshit."

"That's what we think. We need to know their next move though."

"I'll do my best, JK. Give me a few days and I'll get back to you, okay?"

"Thank you, Hyung."

"Sure thing."

The line disconnects and Jungkook sighs, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

"That took fucking long enough," He growls, irritated at himself.

"At least we've got a start. Now, what are we going to do to buy time with Mina?"

Just then, they hear a bling come from Tae's work phone.

He pulls it out to see a message from said person:

You have until noon today to agree or not.

If the money isn't returned by noon on Monday, the deal is off.

I did the best I could.

Jungkook grits his teeth, "Tell her we'll do it and find out the details for where we leave the money."

Tae nods and gets to texting.

"And th-then we had a snack, and after that w-we pl-played and I made the highest to-tower in the block ch-challenge!"

Jungkook laughs at the way you jump up and down in your seat, your seat belt holding you down safely.

"I'm starting to wonder if you or the kids have more fun at school," Jungkook teases, making you laugh as your cheeks turn pink.

"The d-ducklings m-make it fun for me," You say shyly.

"I'm sure they feel the same way about you."

You shrug and look out the window, too embarrassed to respond. You don't know why you always get so shy when he talks good about you.

Jungkook smiles at you then turns to keep his eyes on the road.

"So, Tae was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight."

You look at him in surprise, "Huh? D-Dinner?"

Jungkook nods, "Yeah, he wants to take us somewhere nice."

"Oh, th-that's really sweet," You nod, "I w-would love that."

Jungkook smiles, "He'll be happy about that."

"Is it a sp-special occasion?"

Jungkook shrugs, "I guess you can say that."

"W-What is it?"

Jungkook mumbles something and you're about to ask him to repeat himself, but he suddenly speaks up.

"We're home."

He hurries out of the car and you follow him inside and up to the door, jumping in surprise when the door swings open before Jungkook even has a chance to unlock it.

"Hey, guys!" A huge boxy smile greets the two of you.

"Hi Tae," Jungkook laughs at the young man's grin.

Taehyung beams at you as you wave hello, then he steps aside and opens the door wider so you two can come in.

"Jungkook t-told me you w-wanted to take us out to eat?" You say as you set your purse on the dining table and pet Yin when he runs up to you, Pumpkin close behind.

"Yeah! You up for it?"

You nod excitedly, "Definitely!"

Taehyung gets smiley again and nods to himself as he pets Pumpkin when she starts trying to climb up his leg.

"You guys need to be dressed nicely," Tae says.

Jungkook laughs, "And by that you mean?"

"Mm, think cocktail attire."

You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.

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"Damn Tae, when you said somewhere nice I wasn't expecting it to be this nice," Jungkook muses as the three of you are led to a booth in the back, a huge curtain covering it just like every other sitting area in this place.

You stare in wide-eyed awe at the ceiling where a bunch of diamond chandeliers are hanging around the restaurant.

"You underestimate me," Tae winks at Jungkook as he climbs into the booth the waiter gestures to.

You smile shyly when Jungkook gestures for you to get into the booth before him.

He looks really handsome in his black dress pants, white button-down, and fancy black jacket.

He isn't wearing a tie and it makes the look even more attractive for some reason. His dark hair is swept back from his forehead. Ever since you saw him earlier, your heart has not been able to rest.

And then there's Tae.

Who ever said there's no such thing as two hot best friends?

Tae looks dashing as ever in his white button-down and matching dark green pants and vest. His black hair is slightly curled and pushed so that only a few strands fall into his eyes.

Tae smirks at you as you climb into the booth and scoot to the middle.

The booth is the shape of a half-circle, so you're sitting on the inside with Tae to your left and Jungkook on your right.

The waiter hands you each a menu and asks if there is anything he can get you to drink.

Tae asks for water all around and a bottle of some kind of wine that you don't catch the name of.

He looks to both of you to see if you want any other drinks.

You and Jungkook both shake your heads, you're fine with water and wine.

The waiter bows and walks away.

"By the way, you look beautiful ___."

You smile at Tae's words, "Th-Thank you, Tae."

You send Jungkook a happy grin at the compliment and he smiles softly at you.

He had helped you pick out a dress at the store earlier. You really wanted to go shopping for one and insisted he help you.

You couldn't for the life of you find one that just felt right.

Then Jungkook grabbed one off a rack and held it up to you, "How about this one?" He had said, "You look beautiful in white."

You tried it on and that was that.

It is now the prettiest dress you own.

It's all white, beautiful soft cotton, and it goes down to just above your knees. There are strings on the sides, tied up your waist, and the sleeves are floppy until they come to your wrists, where they are snug. You think the lady at the store had called them lantern sleeves. The shoulders hang off of you, making an elegant yet simple look.

Jungkook had almost had a damn heart attack the second you stepped out of the dressing room.

Back at his house, he had done your hair for you after watching a few videos. It was in a messy braid with hair falling out of the sides.

It looked gorgeous.

You looked gorgeous.

It's during the fourth course that Tae suddenly says why he brought you guys out tonight.

The first course was a bunch of delicious hors d'oeuvres, then the second was soup, the third an appetizer, the fourth is a salad, and you know the fifth will be the main, and the sixth; is dessert.

It came about quite randomly, Tae saying something about how he can't believe he and Jungkook have been best friends for twenty years exactly.

"W-Wait, this is the d-day you guys became friends?"

You look at Jungkook, who is picking at his salad, a blush on his cheeks.

Tae nods happily, "Uh-huh! It's the day I told you about when we met at the park for the first time. Jungkook was four and I was six."

Your heart melts, "Oh m-my gosh, that's so sweet. It's y-your bestfriendiversary!"

Tae nods, a smirk spreading on his face as he kicks Jungkook's shin under the table, "Kookie was the one to start the idea of celebrating every year."

Jungkook scoffs, "I did not."

"You definitely did. Remember the first year anniversary when you had your mom buy me that purple scarf so you could give it to me?"

Jungkook turns positively crimson as he clears his throat, "You're making it sound weird Tae."

Tae just giggles with you at Jungkook's embarrassment.

"You didn't h-have to bring m-me," You say after a little while, "It's y-your day to celebrate."

Tae waves a hand dismissively, "Why on earth wouldn't we bring you? You're part of the squad now, girlie."

That makes your heart feel warm.

"Besides, if you put it like that, it makes it sound like Kook and I are dating."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae's smirk, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tae?"

You giggle at Tae's hearty laugh.

Jungkook's best friend winks at you.

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It's late by the time the three of you get home.

You and Jungkook thank Tae immensely for the delicious meal and he waves you off nonchalantly.

"Any time, babe."

You see Jungkook's mouth twist in annoyance at Tae's pet name for you, but you know Tae means nothing by it. He calls Jungkook babe all the time. In fact, you think he might call everyone babe.

It's just his thing.

Jungkook pulls off his shoes and flops onto the couch with a groan.

"I think I might be in a food coma."

You sit on the couch next to him and slip into his side, curling your legs up to cuddle into him as much as you can, "M-Me too."

"I'm going to take a shower," Tae announces before going into the bathroom.

You hear the shower turn on as Jungkook puts an arm around you and pulls you impossibly closer to him.

"You're not feeling sick, right?"

He knows you tend to get so excited about food that you eat too much, and your tummy hurts a lot afterward.

You shake your head with a smile, "No."

"Good."

You feel a kiss press against the crown of your head.

A few minutes pass in silence.

Then Jungkook hears your small voice.

"W-What happened to you and T-Tae?"

"What do you mean?"

"If y-you've been friends f-for so long, why is it s-so tense between you t-two?"

Jungkook sighs but doesn't say anything.

You think he isn't going to answer after a minute passes by.

"Sorry, I sh-shouldn't-"

"You were right."

"Huh?"

"You were right, months ago. When you guessed what the worst thing I've ever done is."

You think hard, trying to remember what you had said.

Oh.

Wait.

You had guessed that he pressured someone into something, and he said you were wrong.

"You-...It w-was Tae? Th-That you pressured?" You whisper.

You hear him swallow, then his voice comes out a bit weak, "Yeah."

"Oh."

You can tell Jungkook doesn't want to talk about it.

But he does anyway.

"I was in a bad situation when I was young. I was fourteen at the time and Tae was going to be sixteen in a few months."

You sit there quietly, letting him go at his own pace.

"I uh-" Jungkook swallows, "Yeah, I needed money and I did something stupid. Tae did what I couldn't, because I was weak. He paid for it after that. He's still paying for it, because of me."

"W-What do you mean?"

"He's not the same. He was never the same after that day. And it was all my fault," His voice breaks a little at the end of his sentence.

You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tightly, "You w-were just a little b-boy."

Jungkook swallows thickly.

You look up at his solemn face, reaching a hand out to gently run your fingers down his cheek, "I'm s-sorry those l-little boys had to suffer so m-much."

You see his eyes glistening with unshed tears at your words.

He turns his head to look at you, a sad smile on his face as he blinks the tears away.

"How did I get so lucky?"

"Mm?" You make a sound of confusion.

"To have you," Jungkook answers your unspoken question, "I've never done anything to deserve you."

You smile and cuddle into his side even more, "I d-don't think anyone des-deserves anything, really."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I m-mean, some p-people that are wicked and horrid, get good th-things they don't deserve. And kind-hearted p-p-people that only live for others, ne-never get anything. I th-think maybe it doesn't h-have to do with de-deserving things. I think it's l-like this," You shift a little and Jungkook runs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly, listening intently, "Perhaps we g-get what w-we need to be our b-best selves. But along the way, s-some people t-take, they aren't g-given it."

"And what do you need, ____?"

"I n-need you," You whisper.

Jungkook feels his heart leap to his throat.

You feel his hand gently hold the back of your head as he pulls you into his chest, "I need you too, ____."

You two stay there for a while until Tae comes out of the shower and whines that you're using his sleeping space and that he will lay across your laps in a moment if you don't move.

You move to the bed as Jungkook goes to take a shower.

"Are you in love with him?"

You startle at Tae's sudden question, your head flipping to the side to see if the door to the bathroom is closed.

It is, and the shower is still running.

"W-What?"

You look down at Tae as he sits up on an elbow.

"Come 'ere," He mumbles.

You crawl to the bottom of the bed and lay on your stomach, your chin in your hands as Tae leans closer off the couch.

"Are you in love with him?" He asks again, quieter this time.

You gulp, then you slowly nod your head, your cheeks aflame.

Tae's boxy smile makes an appearance at your answer.

"Is he-"

You see Tae watching you expectantly, so you finish your question, "Is h-he in love with m-me?"

Tae stares into your eyes for a moment, then he whispers, "I think maybe you should ask him that."

You nod.

Good point.

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to see you laying on your stomach at the foot of the bed, your top half practically hanging off the bed and your legs kicking behind you as you giggle with Tae. Pumpkin is lying beside you, and Yin is stretched out across the back of your thighs, dead asleep. Jungkook's sight travels up your body.

Your nightgown has ridden up to just below your bottom.

The second he notices this, he jerks his gaze away, quick as a dart.

His cheeks burn as he makes his way over to you and Tae, the two of you whispering like a couple of schoolgirls during a sleepover as they talk about some cute guy in school.

What were you talking about anyway?

When Jungkook gets close enough to hear, Tae spots him and immediately shuts his trap.

You see Tae's reaction and turn your head to see Jungkook looking at the two of you curiously. You don't even have a moment to wonder if he heard what you were saying, you're too busy being entranced by his natural beauty.

His dark wet hair is falling into his eyes, a few droplets of water are still clinging to his neck, and his floppy white t-shirt is hanging a bit off his shoulders.

Your throat and mouth are suddenly very dry.

"What were you two gossiping about?" Jungkook asks accusingly, sounding like a sulky kid that was left out of a special secret.

"Nothing," Tae says suspiciously, sending you a quick smile before turning his back on the two of you and cuddling under the covers, ready to sleep on his make-shift bed.

That leaves you to deal with Jungkook's accusatory gaze on your own.

"Uh, n-nothing?" You try, your voice small.

Jungkook frowns.

You sit up, Yin making a mew of indignation at being tossed from his cozy spot on your squishy thighs.

"R-Really, you wo-wouldn't be interested."

"Try me."

You crawl up to your place and slip under the covers, pulling them up to your chin, "R-Really."

Jungkook huffs an annoyed breath and walks over to turn the light out.

A moment later, you feel the bed dip as he gets into the right side.

You hold your breath, hoping he'll hold you like he did the first night you were here. He hasn't since, but you think it's just because he's embarrassed about Tae being here.

A few minutes pass by and you don't feel him come any closer to you.

You pout to yourself.

Is he mad at you?

Surely he knows that you and Tae weren't doing anything unreasonable?

Honestly, Tae had asked you to tell him about the two of you and what you saw in Jungkook. You told him about the past months and he shared some silly childhood stories about Jungkook in return. Tae even got you to tell him about your first kiss with Jungkook. He squealed in excitement for you, much to your surprise.

You guess Jungkook really doesn't tell him much.

It makes you sad for Tae. He just wants to be involved in his best friend's life.

And you didn't want to tell Jungkook that you were talking about how cute he is.

That would be humiliating.

For everyone involved.

Well, except for Taehyung.

He would find it hilarious.

You know that's why he didn't say anything to Kook.

It was for your sake.

You let out a little sigh.

You're facing Jungkook in the dark, on your right side. You can't tell if he's facing you though, there isn't enough light to see.

Then you hear him whisper, "Why are you still awake?"

"I c-can't sleep when you're m-mad at me," You whisper back.

You hear him sigh.

"I'm not mad at you."

"At T-Tae?"

"No."

"Who are y-you mad at?"

"Myself."

You frown.

"W-Why?"

"Don't worry about it. Go to sleep, ____, you've had a long day."

A few minutes pass with no sound save for the soft breathing in the dark room.

"I c-can't sleep," You suddenly whisper again.

You hear Jungkook shift a little, "Why not?" He asks, and you can hear the grogginess in his voice. He must be half-asleep.

"I'm lonely," You whisper.

Jungkook rubs his eyes before opening them and seeing you looking at your fingers. The light of the moon is helping his eyes to adjust now.

He smiles tiredly, "Come here," He mumbles.

A smile spreads on your face and you scoot until you feel his arm wrap around you and he pulls you into his chest.

"Better?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm," You squeak.

Jungkook buries his nose into your hair as he cards his fingers through it, "Go to sleep."

You drift off not too long after he whispers those words to you.

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"Joon hyung called me."

Jungkook looks up from the video on his phone, "What? Why didn't he call me?"

Tae shrugs, "I don't know, he said he tried but you weren't answering."

What the hell? He's had his phone all morning and it hasn't gone off once.

Jungkook glances at the front door.

You had gone with Sana to the store for something, you wouldn't say what though.

But Tae seemed to think he knew what was up.

"Well, what did he say? Should I call him?"

"Nah, he's busy the rest of the day, won't answer anyway. But he told me to tell you that we should give them the money and then see what happens. Because he's done everything, but it seems legit. They won't even hire another hitman when he tried to tell them he had someone for them and he heard they needed someone."

"What the hell?"

"Yeah, they said they no longer needed a hit done."

"So you think Mina was telling the truth?"

Tae shrugs, "I don't trust her as far as I could throw her, but Namjoon seems to think that they're being serious. He said to still be careful though, it could be a trap."

"Huh..." Jungkook sits there for a minute.

"So, we're giving them the money tomorrow?" Tae asks, looking at Jungkook closely.

Jungkook nods, "That's the plan."

"You think that's all they cared about?"

"No, but we don't really have a choice right now...Did hyung not say who it was?"

Tae shakes his head, "No, he said he spoke to the guy's middle man. But that he is still trying to figure it out. Said it shouldn't take more than a week."

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths.

He's hoping beyond all hope that everything settles down.

Of course, that's only a fool's hope.

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"I'm b-back~"

Jungkook smiles as you and Sana come through the front door.

"Hey, how was the store?"

"Good!" You say happily, holding something behind your back.

Jungkook looks at you suspiciously, "What're you hiding?" He asks playfully.

"N-Nothing~"

Sana laughs and shakes her finger at Jungkook, "You'll do well not to spoil the surprise, boy."

He laughs along and nods, "Ok, fine, I won't ask. When do I get to see it though?"

"Mmm, Wednesday!" You say.

"Very specific," Jungkook chuckles.

Then Tae comes out of the bathroom and you and Sana burst into laughter.

Taehyung scowls and points at Jungkook, "He did it to me. He's been watching videos all day I tell you, insisted I help him practice."

Tae's beautiful locks are in tiny ponytails and braids around his head.

Sana wipes her mirthful tears away, "What on earth are you practicing for?"

Jungkook is about to answer when Tae points right at you.

"He wants to do her hair for her every day-"

"Tae, shut up-" Jungkook snaps.

"-because he's a simp-"

Jungkook flinches at Tae and the young man shuts up, but there's still a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Sana and you watch the exchange with contained giggles.

Your heart is melting in your chest at Tae's words.

Jungkook wants to do your hair for you?

It seemed like he enjoyed himself the few times he's done it, but you didn't know he liked it that much.

You catch Jungkook's eye and smile at him and he smiles back sheepishly.

Tae just takes the hair ties out as he smirks, always the one to rile Jungkook up.

"Well, I'm gonna get back to Hobi, have fun, you guys!"

You all call goodbye to Sana as she heads out.

"So, you gonna let me see?" Tae asks the second the door shuts.

Jungkook scoffs, "She wouldn't let me see, what makes you think she'll let you?"

Tae sneers at him, "Because we're best friends now, dumbass."

You shake your finger at the oldest, "Don't y-you be mean, s-say sorry."

Tae grumbles under his breath for a second, then he reluctantly mutters, "Sorry."

Jungkook looks smug as he regards Tae.

You then take a turn shaking a finger at Jungkook, "And d-don't you be smug! He a-apologized. Y-You've done pl-plenty to him every day to ask h-his forgiveness too."

Jungkook's smile wipes away and he looks down.

"Sorry, Tae. I forgive you."

"It's alright," Tae says as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to fix it up.

You smile at the two of them; they're like a couple of toddlers, always bickering.

That's when there's a ringing sound and you see Jungkook stiffen.

He pulls a phone out of his pocket, but it isn't his regular phone.

He looks at it for a second, then he excuses himself before walking out into the hall.

You look after him worriedly.

"He's alright," Tae says, his eyes watching your expression carefully.

You nod absentmindedly.

"So, are you gonna show me?"

You drag your eyes from the door and over to Tae's excited expression.

"Oh! Y-Yeah!" You take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a little bag.

Tae comes over and peers inside to see purple, blue, yellow, and black string things, and a little box.

"Ohhh yessss, so you are going with the bracelet idea?"

You nod happily.

"But what are the purple and blue for?" Tae asks.

"Oh, th-those are for something e-else," You close the bag quickly.

"Oh. Well, can I help you?"

"Of c-course!" You beam.

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When Jungkook comes back in, he again sees you and Tae huddled together and whispering, just like the other night, but this time you're on the other side of the bed, so he can only see the top of Tae's head.

He walks over to see you both looking into a bag.

"So you did show him."

You and Tae flinch and look up guiltily.

"Oh come on JK, can't you take a hint?" Tae asks in exasperation at Jungkook's hurt look.

Jungkook shakes his head.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his best friend, "Clearly."

"It's a s-s-surprise for you," You say quietly, the last thing you want is for him to feel left out and hurt, that was never the intention.

"Oh," Jungkook looks down in embarrassment, "Sorry, I-"

"You don't have to be sorry," Tae says as he stands up, "We get it. We should've been more careful about being sure you wouldn't walk in on us talking about it."

It's quiet for a minute, then you ask, "Is e-everything okay?"

Jungkook realizes you're referring to the phone call, "Oh, yeah. Just something with work."

"Ok."

Tae watches almost painfully as you look at Jungkook with heart eyes even as he avoids your gaze.

Damn it, Jungkook.

Just tell her already.

The last thing Tae wants is for Jungkook to lose you.

It would break the boy beyond repair.

"Jungkook, can I speak to you for a second please?"

Jungkook nods and follows Tae out into the hall.

As soon as the door shuts, Tae whirls on him.

"If you don't do it, then I fucking will. And believe me, kid, it's gonna hurt a hell of a lot more coming from me."

"Why do you care so much?" Jungkook asks, exasperated.

"Because as much as you like to think it's a lie, I care about you Jungkook. If you don't fix this now, there's going to be nothing left to fix."

"Ok, I'll tell her-"

Tae gestures to the door.

"-after we deliver the money."

Taehyung takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out through his mouth slowly.

"What?" Jungkook asks.

"You enrage me."

"Good," Jungkook moves past Tae to reach for the door, but he stops when he feels a hand on his arm.

"What was the phone call?"

"A hit."

"Are you going to do it?"

"Yes."

"I thought you said-"

Jungkook turns to him, anger flashing in his eyes, "I know what I said. But if I'm returning that money tomorrow, I have barely anything left for her next treatment."

"Jungkook..."

"What?" He snaps.

"I know. I understand, believe me. But maybe we can find another way? I don't think your mom would be happy about this-"

"I never thought she would be," Jungkook seethes, "I never wanted this. But it's my life now, whether or not you or I or ____ likes it."

Tae looks at him in surprise, "You-..."

They stare at each other for a second.

"You wouldn't even stop for ____?"

Jungkook doesn't break his gaze as he says, unflinching, "Why would I let my mother die for anyone?"

"Jungkook-"

Tae gets cut off at the sound of the door slamming shut in his face.

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A little later, Jungkook is gone, saying that he needed to run a quick errand.

So you and Tae are alone in the apartment.

You decide to play a board game together, and Tae ends up winning twice, you once.

Tae is just laughing in your face at his second victory when there's a knock on the door.

You're closer, so you get up to answer it.

Looking through the peephole, you see a tall handsome man with dark hair and wide shoulders; he looks kind of familiar.

Then it hits you.

Ah, it's the guy that you met at Hobi's when you went there for dinner a while ago!

You open the door and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees you.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi," You beam.

"I don't know if you remember me, I'm Seokjin," He holds a hand out.

You take it, "I d-do! I'm ____."

"Ah yes, it's coming back to me now."

Tae comes up behind you and Seokjin glances at him.

"Were you looking for Jungkook?" The young man behind you asks, his presence strong and a good sense of security.

"Yes, is he home?"

"Afraid not," Tae says, "You just missed him."

"Oh, well darn. I wanted to ask him over for dinner sometime since we had talked about it before."

"Oh, w-well we'll l-let him know," You say with a kind smile.

"I appreciate that," Seokjin hands you a card, "Here's my number."

"P-Perfect."

"Well, have a good day ____," Then he looks at Tae and nods to him, "Taehyung."

Then he's gone.

You shut the door.

"How did he know my name?" Tae asks suspiciously.

"M-Maybe he has a g-good memory."

"Huh."

You both brush off the incident and go back to your games.

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"W-Where are you going?" You ask timidly.

It's later that night and Jungkook is getting his shoes on when he would usually be taking a shower or brushing his teeth before bed.

"I just have something I need to do."

You look over at Tae from where you sit curled up in bed, your book in your hands.

Tae is sitting on the couch, stone-faced as he stares at his phone.

"Is everyth-thing-"

"It's fine."

Jungkook straightens up and sends you a small smile before grabbing his keys, wallet, phone, and black face mask.

Then he's gone.

It's dead silent for a good three minutes.

Then you find your voice, "W-What's going on with h-him?"

Tae turns his screen off and sighs, "He's just being hormonal, don't worry about it."

You close your book, "Is h-he going to be home to-tonight?"

Tae nods, "Yeah, he should be, just not until late. Don't wait up for him."

You sigh and cuddle down into the covers as the two cats climb onto you to get comfy.

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Jungkook swallows, staring at the corpse of the middle-aged man he just shot in the head, killing him instantly.

He swiftly takes out his work phone, snaps a pic, then sends it to the number that called him earlier.

A few minutes later, the number calls him.

Jungkook answers it and the man speaks immediately, "I appreciate you getting this done so quickly. My men will take care of the body."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you just have your men kill him?"

It's quiet for a second.

"Do you not want the money?"

"I do."

"Then go to the post office next to that small coffee shop, you know the one?"

"Yes."

"There's a row of potted plants. The key to P.O. box 23 is in the third pot. After you get it, put the key back."

Jungkook sighs, then he hangs up.

He doesn't even glance back at the dead body as he makes his way out and to his car.

The drive to the post office is about half an hour since he needs to get back into town.

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Jungkook looks around before digging into the third pot and almost instantly finding the key. He walks inside the dark building, squinting when the automatic lights turn on at his presence.

He finds box 23 and opens it to find a manila envelope that looks a bit bunchy.

Jungkook grabs it and locks the box up again.

After leaving the key where it was, Jungkook goes back to his car and locks the doors the second he gets in.

He has enough strength to wait until he's in his parking lot before opening it up and counting the money.

Thank god.

There's just enough to cover her next treatment even without the money he'll be returning tomorrow.

Jungkook leans his head on the seat, his eyes closed as he breathes deeply.

"Fuck."

How has everything become so messed up?

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Your eyes squint open at the sound of the door unlocking and creaking open.

Jungkook steps in, his black cap now in his hand and his hair all mussed up as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. The few top buttons of his white button-down are undone.

Your brows furrow in confusion when you see something red on the front of his white shirt.

It looks almost like he opened a ketchup packet and it squirt on the front of his clean clothes.

When he lifts his head and looks towards the bed, you close your eyes, hoping he thinks that you're just asleep.

It must have worked because you hear his gentle footfalls, then the bathroom door shuts softly.

You look over at the couch to see Tae sleeping peacefully, one arm clutching a couch pillow and the other hanging off the side of the couch.

Then you look at the digital clock on Jungkook's nightstand.

3:07

It's already three in the morning?

What was he doing out so late at night?

The sink in the bathroom turns off and you quickly close your eyes again and even out your breathing.

The door opens almost silently, and you hear Jungkook walk out.

A moment later, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead and his fingers brushing the hair from your eyes.

"I'm sorry, ____."

He whispers it so softly you almost don't catch it.

But you do.

You fight the urge to open your eyes and ask him what he's talking about.

Why is he sorry? What did he do?

Jungkook walks around the bed and you feel it dip when he gets in on his side.

He doesn't touch you, he doesn't get any closer at all.

Your heart stutters in your chest when thoughts start swarming.

Was he...

No, Tae said he would never.

You know he would never be playing you and seeing someone else while leading you on.

Your mind flashes back to when he came in the door, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his hair messed up.

You swallow thickly.

"I'm sorry, ____."

What did you do, Jungkook?

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"I'll see you later."

You give Jungkook a half-hearted smile at his words and get out of the car, slipping your bag over your shoulder.

You shut the car door without a word, stand there for a second, then you walk up the steps and into the school, not looking back once.

Jungkook watches you worriedly.

You had been practically silent the entire morning, and he thought perhaps you were just sleepy.

But you didn't eat breakfast, you didn't beam at him when he gave you your lunch, and you refused his offer to do your hair.

Now you leave without saying goodbye and not turning back to wave even once?

Something's wrong.

But he can't imagine what it might be.

You seemed fine last night before bed.

Are you on your period?

No, you told him what your regular days were and it's still another two weeks until it should start.

But, you did say it could change sometimes...

Jungkook sees the school door shut behind you and it feels almost like your heart closing him off right along with it.

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"What happened?"

Jungkook sighs.

He knew Tae would interrogate him the second they were alone.

"I don't know."

"The fuck you mean you don't know? You did something."

"Why me? Did you do something to piss her off?"

"See, that's your problem."

"What?" Jungkook growls.

"She isn't pissed off, she's hurt. You're such a fucking dumbass. Do you know literally nothing?"

Jungkook frowns, realizing Tae is right.

Shit, what's wrong with him?

"Look, you're right."

...

"I am?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can rub it in my face. You're right about this, doesn't mean you're right about everything."

"So what are you going to do to fix it?"

"I don't know, I don't even know what I did to hurt her!"

Tae looks at Jungkook's hopeless expression and finds it in himself to take pity on the boy.

"Ok, let's go over it. When did you last speak to her?"

"Before I left last night. Do you think she was mad that I left?"

Tae shakes his head, "No, she wasn't upset when you left, just a bit worried. She wasn't like this though."

Jungkook nods, thinking hard.

"And...what happened this morning?"

"Nothing that I know of. I woke up to her alarm and got up to make breakfast while she was in the bathroom. When she came out, she said she wasn't hungry and was acting weird."

"Hm."

Jungkook pushes his fists into his closed eyes, groaning.

"I'll have to see if we can talk after she gets off. For now, we need to worry about delivering that money."

"Are you going to do it?"

Jungkook nods.

Tae hands him the phone with the texts from Mina saying where the building is that he needs to meet her at.

"Did she ever say who was going to be there to collect the money?"

"Didn't say if there would be anyone but her, but I'm sure she'll have some goons hiding out in case you decide to jump her."

Jungkook nods.

"I'm going with you by the way."

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It's almost noon when Mina steps out from around a corner of the huge dilapidated hall of the abandoned building she told him to meet her at.

Jungkook is staring at her, hatred seeping off of him in what feels almost like tangible waves.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually come," Mina says, refusing to flinch at the look he's giving her.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you aren't stupid."

Jungkook keeps his gaze level with hers.

"Neither are you. Where are your men?"

"It's just me."

A twisted smirk spreads on Jungkook's face.

"I thought we just agreed neither of us is stupid."

"We did. And I don't plan on telling unless you plan on telling me where your little boyfriend is hiding."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't. Where's the money, Jungkook?"

"Selling your best friend for this measly amount of money?" Jungkook lifts up two envelopes bursting at the seams, "You're a keeper."

Mina scowls at him.

"I told you, it wasn't me that set the hit-"

"Does it look like I give a single fuck?" Jungkook throws the money at her feet.

She doesn't bend to grab it.

Not yet.

"You can count it, it's all there."

"I will- later. He knows where you are if it's short a single bill."

"I'm sure he does."

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Are you going to tell ____?" Mina suddenly asks.

"Tell me," Jungkook doesn't look away, "What did he promise you for her blood?"

Mina bites her lip.

"I-..."

Jungkook scoffs at her loss for words, "Cat got your tongue?"

It's dead silent.

"I know who your boss is," Jungkook says, watching her reaction.

Her eyes fly up to his.

"I don't know his name. But I figured it out."

She bites the inside of her cheek, keeping quiet.

"You know, I understand hating someone because they wronged you. But what did she ever do to you? Enlighten me. Because right now I'm trying to figure out why someone would conspire with the man that raped her best friend then tried to kill her."

It's like someone just punched Mina in the stomach the way the air is knocked from her lungs.

Her eyes instantly water as she looks at Jungkook.

"W-What?"

He looks at her, emotionless.

"He-...he what?"

"He raped her. He took her innocence and then tried to take her life."

"But-...but he never said-"

Jungkook laughs bitterly.

"Oh, he never said he raped her? I guess it can't be true then. Enjoy your money, you waste of fucking space."

Jungkook turns on his heel and walks away, the sound of his shoes hitting the cement floors are the only thing Mina hears as her entire world comes crashing down around her and she falls to her knees.

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"Did I do something, ____?"

You sigh quietly.

It was inevitable.

You knew he was going to ask you what was going on with you.

You shake your head, "No, I j-just don't feel g-good."

"What's wrong?"

You look out the window at the trees blurring by.

"I feel k-kind of sick."

Not a lie, just not the whole truth.

"Oh. Is there something I can do to help you?"

You shake your head.

Jungkook stops at a red light and you feel him touch your forehead with his hand, feeling to see if you're hot.

The gesture makes you think of last night and a wave of nausea goes through you.

Without thinking, you jerk away.

Jungkook pulls his hand back and frowns, looking a bit hurt.

"You feel kind of warm," He says quietly.

"I'm f-fine."

Jungkook turns back to the road as the light turns green.

The rest of the ride home is silent.

"I w-want to go home," You say, quietly.

"We are, we'll be there in less than five minutes-"

"No. M-My home."

Jungkook looks at you for a second before looking back at the road, "Why? I thought-"

"I j-just wanna go h-home."

"Ok...uh, I can pack some stuff-"

"I'll c-call Jimin. He c-can stay with me."

Jungkook feels a punch to the gut at your words.

"Ok."

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"Is everything okay, ____?"

You fight the tears trying to escape, "F-Fine, can you pl-please just stay at m-my place for a bit?"

"Of course. I just want to make sure you're alright. Nothing happened with Jungkook? You don't need me to go kung fu on his ass?"

You laugh tearfully, "N-Not yet, b-but I'll let y-you know."

Jimin agrees to pick you up in fifteen minutes so you can get all your stuff together.

It's the most awkward fifteen minutes of your life as you pack everything of yours and Pumpkin's. You spend the rest of the time petting Yin as you wait for Jimin.

Tae and Jungkook don't say anything either, but you can tell they want to.

Especially Tae.

He looks kind of like a ticking time bomb; glaring at Jungkook every once in a while, when he passes by.

Jungkook just looks kind of lost and hurt, like a kicked puppy.

It makes your heart hurt.

But you just don't want to be here right now, it makes you physically ill to even think about staying here another day.

Finally, Jimin texts you that he's here.

Tae and Jungkook help you carry everything downstairs and put it into Jimin's trunk.

You climb into the front seat after saying quiet goodbyes to both of them.

The second Jimin shuts his door and puts the car in gear, pulling out carefully, he speaks up.

"Something happened."

You're about to protest but he shakes his head.

"Don't lie to me. You can keep it to yourself, that's fine. But don't tell me everything is fine when it clearly isn't."

You open your mouth, then close it again, then open it again only to burst into tears.

Jimin says nothing, he just lets you cry.

You end up rambling about everything that happened and what happened last night and how it seemed a lot like he had hooked up with someone.

Jimin listens quietly the whole ride home, only making sounds of acknowledgment every once in a while.

By the time you're done with the recap, Jimin is pulling into your parking lot.

He parks the car and turns to you, "Let's get this stuff upstairs and talk up there."

You nod tearfully.

Jimin gets most of it, and you help as you can.

When you're finally inside, with Pumpkin and all your stuff, Jimin has you sit on the couch.

"What you said sounds bad, I'm not gonna lie. It sounds a lot like what you feared."

Your lip quivers.

"But that doesn't mean it's what happened. How many times has it seemed like one thing and turned out to be something completely different?"

He has a point.

"You are never, ever going to know the truth until you ask him. I know it's easier to run away and hide, believe me, I know. But it'll never stop haunting you until you call him out and find out the truth."

You nod, "I g-guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right," Jimin winks at you.

You laugh and wipe your tears, "I sh-should text J-Jungkook, shouldn't I?"

"I think that would probably be the best idea."

"I'm j-just so scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"B-Because I've never felt this w-way before."

Jimin smiles as you mess with your fingers, "I th-think I'm in love with him."

"You think?"

You swallow thickly, "I am."

"I think he's in love with you too, ____."

You blush profusely at his words.

"W-Will you st-still stay with me?"

"We'll see. If Jungkook explains everything and all is well, I think he would like to be here with you. If things don't go as planned, you won't be able to get rid of me."

You smile gratefully at him as you pull out your phone and text Jungkook, asking him if he could come and talk at your place.

His reply comes almost instantly as if he was sitting with your chat open, waiting for you to message.

Jungkook: I'll be there in ten minutes

You sigh and try to pull yourself together.

Jimin is your wingman as he cleans up your face and fans you with a magazine, keeping you calm.

A few minutes before Jungkook gets here, Mina texts you.

You look at it in surprise.

Mina: hey, can we please talk

You reply that you would like that, and ask if you can meet tomorrow.

Mina agrees and says she'll meet you at your apartment.

There's a knock on the door a few minutes later and Jimin keeps telling you to pull it together because you a bad bitch no matter what happens.

You repeat it to yourself as you go to open the door.

Jungkook is standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.

You let him in and Jimin says he's going to go out for a bit and to let him know when he's needed again.

The door shuts behind him and you're alone with Jungkook.

You swallow the lump in your throat and gesture at the couch.

He sits down and watches as you cross the room to sit on the far end of the couch, away from him.

It hurts, but he says nothing.

"L-Last night," You say suddenly.

You don't want to beat around the bush anymore.

You're tired.

Tired of misunderstandings, of no communication, of lies.

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, listening intently.

"I w-was awake when you c-came home."

You see Jungkook's face blanch a little, but he doesn't flinch.

"Y-You looked a l-little roughed up, a-and-...and you sa-said you were sorry."

Jungkook nods slowly.

You sigh and pull it together.

Jimin says you're a bad bitch no matter what.

"D-Did you sleep w-with someone la-last night?"

Please say no.

I'm not a bad bitch, I'll break if you say yes.

Please say no.

"No."

Oh, thank heavens.

Jungkook can see the relief flood through you as you slump into the couch.

"I know it looked bad," Jungkook says sadly, "But please believe me when I say I would never do that to you."

You nod.

"I promise I'll tell you what happened, just- just give me a few days, yeah?"

You nod again, it's only fair to let him prepare himself.

"Just know that it has nothing to do with you or us or another girl. That will never happen, I promise."

"Ok," You say in a small voice.

"Ok," Jungkook smiles at you, "Do you feel better?"

"Mhm."

"Will you sit next to me?" Jungkook asks with a small smile.

You finally break into a smile as you crawl across the couch to sit next to him.

"Thank you for telling me how you were feeling," Jungkook whispers into your hair as he pulls you close.

"I'm t-tired Jungkook."

"Did you not sleep last night?"

"I just- I'm tired of us n-n-not communicating."

Jungkook tries to stay as calm internally as he is externally.

"Me too."

"I'll w-wait for you, J-Jungkook, as long as it t-takes."

Fuck.

It's silent for a bit as you two both process things in your minds.

Then you speak up again, "Oh, M-Mina is coming to t-talk tomorrow."

"She is?"

"Mhm, I w-wanted to tell you s-so you know I'm n-not keeping any more se-secrets."

"Oh..."

Fuck.

"Well, thank you. Do you think it's a good idea?"

"I'm o-okay, besides, y-you'll be here with me."

Jungkook pulls away to look at you, "You want me to stay?"

You look up at him with big puppy eyes, "I d-do if you want to."

"I'll ask Tae to bring some of my stuff," Jungkook says with a chuckle.

"B-But how? Y-You have the car."

"Oh, no I actually brought my motorcycle."

You sit up, your hands on his chest as you look at him in bewilderment, "Y-You weren't lying a-about the motorcycle??"

Jungkook laughs, his chest moving under your hands, "No, of course not. You thought I made that up?"

You nod, your eyes huge.

Jungkook pulls you into his chest with a laugh, "You're too cute."

You smile and cuddle into him.

You can't wait to make the bracelet and give it to him later this week when you confess that you love him.

_________________________

"Here's your stuff, your highness."

You laugh at Tae's irked expression as he hands Jungkook a black backpack.

"Thanks."

"So you two made up?" Tae asks, looking between the two of you.

You nod, "It w-was just a misunderst-standing."

Tae smiles, "I'm glad."

When Jungkook turns to put his stuff down, Tae raises his brows at you in question.

You nod happily.

The plan is still on.

He winks at you right before Jungkook turns back, "Do you wanna come inside?" He asks with a laugh.

Tae comes in with a sheepish grin.

Jimin ends up coming back later and the four of you have dinner together, hanging out until the late hours of the night.

_______________________

"Y-You're gonna sl-sleep on the couch?" You ask with a frown when you see Jungkook getting ready to sleep in the living room.

"Oh," Jungkook looks back at you, "I thought maybe it would be best. For now."

"Oh, uh- ok."

________________________

The next day you wake up in your bed, groggy and disoriented.

Then you remember that Jungkook is here.

You stumble out of bed and out into the living room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone, his hair a bit messed up from his sleep.

It makes your heart melt.

"G-Good morning, Kook."

Jungkook turns to see you standing there cutely, in nothing but a giant t-shirt that goes down to your knees.

Your eyes are sleepy and your hair is a tangle of knots.

"Good morning," He says softly and you can see the fondness in his eyes.

Jungkook stands up and walks over to you, reaching a hand out to gently push your hair out of your face.

Your heart leaps in your chest when he runs his fingers down your cheek, then cups it sweetly.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm," You smile at him and he feels an aching tug in his chest.

Tell her, you idiot.

"Are y-you hungry?" You ask, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes he's ever seen.

He nods, "Should we make some breakfast?"

After breakfast, you get dressed for work and come back out to the living room.

Jungkook laughs lightly when he sees your bird nest hair.

"Come here."

You walk over to him, standing between his legs where he is sitting on the couch.

"Can you get me a hairbrush and some hair ties?"

You nod and go to find them while Jungkook looks up a video he saw the other day.

When you come back, Jungkook places a pillow on the ground between his spread legs, just like the other day. You sit on it and cuddle up to his thigh while he brushes your hair gently.

Once he's finally gotten all the tangles out, he puts your hair into two messy half space buns, so that the rest of your hair falls free.

It's so cute.

"Do you have any hair accessories?"

You nod and you're about to get up when he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to keep you where you are, "I'll get them, where are they?"

"In m-my bathroom, w-white container, third drawer fr-from the top."

Jungkook hurries to the back and easily finds what he was looking for.

There are lots of things to pick from, but he decides to go with two little pink bows.

He comes back out and kneels in front of you, carefully clipping a bow onto the front of each bun.

He sits back to look at his work with satisfaction.

You're so cute it really might actually stop his heart.

"I think I'm getting better," He muses as he moves a tiny hair that was out of place.

Your beaming smile does no good to his already frantic heart.

_______________________

During your break, while the kids are out at lunch and recess, you make the bracelets.

They're simple; braided yellow and black thread.

But they are just what you had hoped for.

You place the larger bracelet into the little box you got the other day, then you wrap it with a ribbon.

You're so excited you can hardly contain it.

Jungkook is gonna be so happy!

You're sure he feels the same way.

After tomorrow, you can officially date because neither of you will be too shy to actually admit it even though you're practically dating already.

You jump up and down in your seat, unable to contain the excitement.

After all those months, you're finally gonna get to say the three little words that mean so much, and hopefully, hear them back.

_______________________

"Thank you...for meeting with me."

You look at Mina with a gentle smile, making her heart hurt more than she ever thought it could.

"I d-don't know what's wrong, b-but I hope you know I l-love you."

Mina's heart breaks a little more with each word coming from your mouth.

"I don't deserve it."

"M-Mina-"

She looks up at you, finally looking into your eyes, "It's true. I've been the worst best friend to ever exist, and I hope that someday you can forgive me."

"M-Mina, of course, I-"

"No, just-...you don't have to forgive me now, I actually wish you wouldn't. You don't even know everything."

"Y-You mean about tr-trying to keep Jungkook from me?"

Mina swallows thickly, "And other things."

Your tummy feels weird.

"W-What other things?"

She shifts uncomfortably on the couch.

"____, I-"

Just then the front door opens and Jungkook walks through with a few bags.

He freezes when he sees the two of you on the couch.

"Oh...sorry-"

"D-Don't worry, come in."

You giggle as he slowly shuts the door and places the extra key you gave him on the counter along with the bags.

"You c-can keep it," You call to him, "P-Put it on your keyr-ring, it's not like I n-need it."

Jungkook nods and puts the key on his own keyring, his eyes watching Mina warily.

"Jungkook."

You and Jungkook look at Mina, confused.

"Can I speak to you for a minute, please?"

You wait patiently as the two of them step out onto the front porch.

You assume she's apologizing for always being so mean to him. Hopefully, things can start to look up for you all now.

"It's over."

"Is it?" Jungkook looks at her with zero emotion.

"Yes."

It's silent for a minute.

"He promised he wouldn't do anything."

"Good for him."

"Dae."

Jungkook squints at her, "What?"

"His name is Choi Dae."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Mina looks at him, a few tears slipping out, "Because I'm not on his side anymore. I never knew what exactly had happened. That's no excuse and I won't try to make ____ see anything but the truth. I fucked up, and I lost the person I love the most, because of someone I thought I loved more."

Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"I'm going to turn myself in."

That makes him look at her.

"But not until you guys can get him behind bars too. I don't trust the police to do their job, but I know you and Judicium can do it."

"Is this some sort of trap?"

Mina shakes her head, "It isn't, but I don't blame you for thinking it is."

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

"You can't. Nothing I say is ever going to earn your trust. I guess you'll just have to have a little blind faith in me."

"What are you going to do to fix this?"

"You can have all that I know. His address, the name of his men, his phone number, pictures, anything. Everything."

"You have this stuff with you?"

"It's in my car."

Jungkook looks towards the door, "Are you going to tell her everything right now?"

Mina shakes her head.

"I'm not strong enough for that. I'm gonna write it to her."

"She deserves to hear it in person."

"Of course, she does, but I'm a shitty person and I want to see her smile because of me at least one more time."

He's got to admit, he knows what that's like.

You deserve better than either of them.

"Well...I'll decide whether I can trust you later. Get me the stuff first and then maybe I'll consider not shooting you in the head."

Jungkook shoulders past Mina into the house.

"Is e-everything okay?" You ask, worried at the look on his face.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Jungkook says, a small strain in his voice.

You see Mina come back in, her eyes focused on the floor as she makes her way over to you.

"I need to go, I'll talk to you later, alright?"

You stand up and hug Mina tightly, not missing the way she stiffens at your touch.

She reluctantly brings her arms around you and hugs you back.

The last thing you see is her give you a sad smile, then she's gone.

It's quiet for a minute, then Jungkook's phone goes off.

He looks at it and you see him make his way to the door, "I'll be right back."

You don't say anything as he leaves, the sound of the door closing making you flinch a little.

You walk over to the groceries Jungkook brought in and start putting them away, thoughts swarming your mind like bees to a rosebush.

Why are they both being so weird?

A while ago, you would be scared they were doing something together behind your back, but you know now that they would never. Jungkook only sees you, like you only see him.

And Mina would never betray you like that.

So, why are they acting like this?

A few minutes later, Jungkook comes back in.

He sees the counters cleared where there were once groceries, but no sign of you.

He had gone to get the information from Mina, but he didn't see you leave while he was down there, so you must be in your room.

Jungkook makes his way down the hall, smiling at the framed drawings lining the hallway.

When he reaches your room, he knocks on the door gently, "____?"

Not a moment later, you open the door, a smile on your face.

"Hi!"

"Hi," Jungkook's smile appears at the sight of yours, "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm m-making something, it's a s-secret though."

"Ohh, I see. When do I get to see it?"

"Mm, s-soon," You say with a cute grin.

Jungkook nods, "Alright, I guess I can wait. I'm gonna start dinner while you do that, sound good?"

"Mhm!"

He has a powerful urge to just lean down and give you a quick peck, but he holds himself back. He isn't quite sure why.

Mina's words really struck a chord in him.

"-but I'm a shitty person and I want to see her smile because of me at least one more time."

You're standing there, leaning on the door, the sweetest expectant smile on your face.

You want him to kiss you.

You see Jungkook glance down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, he gulps and gives you a sad smile before turning and walking back down the hall.

A little frown of disappointment appears on your face, but you shake it off and close the door, ready to finish up all the stuff you're making.

"Dinner's ready," Jungkook says when you open the door to his knocking a while later.

"Oh yay, I j-just finished!"

Jungkook made tteokbokki, one of your favorites, and you gush about how good it is the entire time you're eating.

Jungkook laughs, "I feel like you eat the same stuff all the time, I'm gonna need to introduce you to more dishes."

You agree that you'll try whatever he gives you, much to his amusement.

After dinner, you gather the dishes and bring them to the sink, but you only just turn the water on when you feel Jungkook press into you from behind, his strong chest right up against your back and his arms reaching around to circle your middle.

"Why are you doing the dishes, silly?"

"B-Because they n-need to be cleaned," You state matter-of-factly, trying not to let your erratic breathing be heard.

You hear a deep chuckle and your heart stops in your chest, "I can do them."

"You m-made dinner."

"And?"

"And y-you're the guest."

You feel a soft kiss on the back of your head, "Let's do them together, hm?"

"Ok."

You're about to say you can wash and he can dry when you feel him take your hands and move them with his to start cleaning the dishes.

A giggle slips out of your mouth at how silly he is, and you feel like you can feel the smile radiating off of him.

By the time you're done with the dishes, you've got soapy suds on your face from when he booped your nose, purposely getting bubbles on you. Jungkook has also got some suds on his cheek from when you found an opportunity to retaliate.

Jungkook turns you around so you're facing him, your lower back leaning against the sink.

Your heart races in your chest when he leans down and presses his nose to yours, getting bubbles on himself before gently slotting his mouth with yours.

You kiss him back, standing up on your tippytoes to reach your arms around his neck, holding him close as he keeps a soft grip on your hips.

When Jungkook pulls away to get a breath, you resist the urge to just say it.

Those three little words.

You want to wait until you can give him the bracelet tomorrow.

"____, I-"

Jungkook cuts himself off, staring into your eyes with an almost pained expression.

You frown at the anxiety flowing from him, "W-What's wrong? Are y-you hurt?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

He wishes he was.

If only it were as simple as that.

If only you could hurt him instead of him hurting you.

Will you ever forgive him?

"I just-"

Once again, he can't find the words.

Your big eyes are searching his as he struggles to speak.

"You c-can tell me an-anything, Kook. You know th-that."

He nods sadly.

"____?"

"Yes?"

"Will you please promise me something?"

You nod.

"Please promise me that you see me."

"W-What-"

Jungkook places a finger on your lips to quiet you.

"I need you to know that I only see you, and I will only ever see you. No matter what happens, ____, please. Please know me."

"J-Jungkook, what are you on a-about? What's g-going to happen?"

Jungkook gulps, "Just- promise me. Promise me that you'll see me."

"I-"

You're looking into his eyes, confused beyond words.

"I p-promise."

Jungkook closes his eyes, breathing in deep before looking at you again.

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, "Thank you," He whispers.

Just as you start to pull back to look at him, Jungkook pulls you closer into his chest, holding you tight.

He's holding you as though if he were to let go you would just float away.

You don't resist though, you just wrap your arms around his middle and let him hold you.

____________

The next morning, you wake up ready for the day.

You get dressed quickly and run out to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, talking lowly to someone on the phone.

"Yeah, that's what she said."

You don't know why, but you don't let yourself be heard.

Not yet.

You freeze and don't make a sound.

"Yeah, I know. I don't know why she suddenly wants to help. Seems too good to be true."

You furrow your brows.

Who wants to help with what?

Maybe he's just talking about work.

"That's what I was thinking..."

You turn to go back into the room, feeling bad that you were just eavesdropping. You're sure he would never do that to you.

"I don't want to lose her."

Those words make you pause.

You turn back to see Jungkook rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"I know. Thanks, hyung."

You bolt to the back before he can turn and see you.

But you must have made some kind of sound because you hear him call out to you the second you reach your room.

"____?"

You turn back to see him looking at you curiously.

"I didn't know you were up."

"Oh, I- I j-just woke up-..."

Your voice fades away with your confidence as he looks at you.

You know he didn't fall for that, you're not even in your pajamas anymore.

Jungkook doesn't say anything though, he just gives you a weak smile.

"Can I drive you to work?"

You smile and nod, "I'd l-like that."

Jungkook sighs as he watches you walk into the school.

He doesn't know why, but he's got a bad feeling.

That something is going to change, something between the two of you.

But he can't pinpoint where the feeling is coming from.

You wave to him before disappearing into the school doors.

Jungkook sits there for a while longer before snapping out of it and driving away.

Namjoon hyung told him he had found the person that did the hit, that it was easy.

They checked, and it's the same information that Mina gave to him.

Is she really on their side now? Or is this all some elaborate trick?

You're in your room, pacing back and forth.

Do I do it?

No.

No, I can't.

Wait no, I need to.

If I don't do it now, I might never do it.

The box with the black and yellow bracelet in it is getting wet from your sweaty hands, so you set it on the bed so you can keep pacing.

Jungkook isn't here right now, he went to talk to Tae about something earlier. But Tae texted you a few minutes ago to tell you that Jungkook is on the way back to you.

Then he wished you luck.

Ohhhh, you're gonna puke.

You're so nervous it's not even funny.

After a few more minutes of pacing, suddenly the sound of the front door is catapulting you out of your thoughts.

Oh no.

He's back.

I'm not ready.

I'm not-

"____?"

You flinch at the sound of his voice, then you run out of your room and right smack into his hard chest.

He was coming down the hall to check on you when you came barreling out of the room like a battering ram.

You feel his hands rest on your lower back as he catches you, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

"Running late?"

You gulp and shake your head.

Jungkook smiles at your wide-eyed expression and brushes the hair from your face.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

You sit there for a second, then you clear your throat.

"Um, c-can you pl-please sit on the co-couch?"

Jungkook's smile is so warm and comforting that you feel all the anxiety melt away.

"Of course."

He lets go of you and turns to make his way back to the living room.

Once he's out of sight, you run back to your room and grab the box, then you scurry out into the living room.

You see Jungkook sitting on the couch, looking at his phone.

He looks up and smiles at you as you come closer, your hands behind your back.

Once you are right in front of him, you take the box from behind your back and hold it out to him.

"I um- I m-made this for yo-you."

Jungkook's eyes glisten as he takes the box from your hands gently.

"Thank you," He breathes.

He hasn't even opened it yet and he looks like he's close to tears.

That thought brings another random one to mind; he's seen you cry a million times and you've never seen him shed a single tear.

Jungkook opens the box to see the black and yellow bracelet you made.

He takes it out and holds it out to you, "Will you help me put it on?"

You take it and clasp it around his wrist with the little metal clasps you attached to the ends.

Jungkook brings it closer to his face and you see him swallow harshly.

"Thank you so much, ____. I love it."

"Y-You're welcome, I have a m-matching one," You hold out your wrist and he sees an identical bracelet there.

You see him blink rapidly before standing up and pulling you into a hug, "Thank you, I- I don't even know what to say."

You giggle softly, "J-Just don't m-make me feel this on my own."

Jungkook smiles when you say his words from a while ago back to him.

He pulls away and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

Say it, ____.

"J-Jungkook..."

"Yes?"

"I-"

The way he's looking into your eyes makes your fluttering heart calm down and you're no longer worried that he's going to reject you.

"I lo-"

*knock knock knock*

You and Jungkook turn your heads toward the door when the unexpected noise sounds.

It isn't Tae and it isn't Jimin, they both know what you're trying to do right now.

Who could it be?

"____, please open the door. I need to talk to you."

Oh, it's Mina.

Jungkook looks at you and you look back apologetically.

He gives you a knowing smile and whispers that he'll wait in your room until she leaves.

You sigh after he walks away down the hall, then you walk over to the door and open it to see a tearful Mina.

"M-Mina, w-what on earth is wrong?"

Her face is gaunt, with dark circles under her eyes as she wipes at the deluge pouring down her face.

"Can I please come in?"

You nod and step aside so she can come in.

"Mina-"

"Just let me talk, please. Don't say anything until I'm done."

You nod, staying silent as you shut the door.

"____, I don't want you to ever forgive me."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from asking anything.

"I did something horrible, and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Your stomach sinks as she starts blurting out everything.

"I helped him, ____. I didn't know. I didn't know what he had done to you that night, I thought I was in love with him, but now I know it was never love."

What is she saying?

"I know you don't remember, and I'm so sorry that I took advantage of that."

"Mina-"

"I love you, I swear. I was sick in the head, I wasn't thinking. All I could think about was him."

"Who-"

"Dae."

You furrow your brows.

You don't know that name.

Mina sees the confusion on your face.

"He was the one that was responsible for you losing your memory."

You look at her, bewildered.

You were in a car accident, what is she talking about?

"There was never a car accident, ____," Mina whispers brokenly.

You kind of check out after that, not hearing what she's saying as she goes on and on.

But then you snap out of it when you hear a certain sentence.

"That's why I hated Jungkook. I thought he was going to mess up the hit, now I-"

"Huh?"

Mina shuts up instantly.

"W-What? What hit?"

Mina's words are so broken and quiet you barely hear them.

But you do.

"The hit Dae placed on you."

Your head is spinning.

So, this whole time, Jungkook was trying to protect you...

...from your own best friend?

You fall back a step as Mina takes a step closer.

"____, please let me finish."

You look at her and it breaks her heart.

It looks like you don't even know who she is.

"Y-You tried to g-get rid of him so you c-could kill me?" Tears are streaming down your face as you stare at the person you thought you loved most in this world.

The sound of your bedroom door opening doesn't register in your brain.

"I didn't know he was the one that was hired to kill you."

"W-What?"

Mina has never heard a more heartwrenching question.

The sound of your voice is so far away, so horrified she doesn't even know what to say.

A tear slips down your cheek as your eyes flit over to where Jungkook has just come out of the hall.

Mina turns to see him staring at you in horror.

She looks back at you, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"____-"

Jungkook's strained voice reaches your ears but you don't provide him with an answer.

You look at Mina desperately, almost as if begging her to tell you it's all a joke now so you can laugh it off.

But the look on her face tells you it isn't.

Your own best friend.

She wanted you dead...

The boy you're in love with...this entire time.

All he wanted to do was kill you...?

You run over to the sink in the kitchen and immediately start throwing up.

You throw up until there's nothing left in your stomach to get rid of.

When you shakily look back up, you see Mina sobbing her eyes out and Jungkook staring at you, his eyes filled with despair.

When he finally moves to get to you, you flinch back, stumbling over your own two feet and falling onto the kitchen floor.

You scoot back until your back is to the wall, then you lift your hands to cover your face.

"P-Please. Please d-don't."

Jungkook's heart is in his throat as he watches you cower away from him, begging him not to kill you.

As if he was capable of hurting you.

"____."

You look through your fingers at the sound of his broken voice.

But all you can see is a killer, hiding behind a mask just to get your walls down.

You see the bracelet on his wrist.

You're gonna be sick again.

Jungkook takes a step closer to you but stops when you flinch violently and hide behind your hands again.

"____, he isn't going to hurt you," Mina cries desperately, "Neither of us is going to hurt you."

"____, please." Jungkook can feel a panic attack coming on.

The past months of getting to know him and falling in love with him are flashing through your brain as you hide fearfully.

It was all a ruse?

Just to get to you?

Then everything starts clicking into place.

How he treated you in the beginning, all of the secrets and hushed voices, whenever he disappeared without an explanation.

The blood.

That was blood on his shirt the other night.

He...

...he killed someone.

You turn just in time to start retching again.

The fight he had with that person in Busan...

He's a hitman.

You look back at Jungkook, nothing but pure terror in your eyes.

Jungkook can feel his heart shatter like glass, smashing against the kitchen floor.

All the trust you ever had for him.

Is gone.

Your small figure curled into a ball against the wall is enough to make him sick.

You're scared of him.

No, you're terrified...

...of him...

Mina is blabbering tearfully, seemingly trying to explain things as she apologizes with every breath.

"Get out."

Mina and Jungkook stare at you as you look at the kitchen floor, your words echoing in their minds.

You look back at Jungkook, glaring at him with daggers in your eyes.

"Unl-less you want t-to finish the job..."

"____-"

"Don't c-call me that!!"

Jungkook flinches as you scream at him.

"____-" Mina tries, but you snap your gaze to her.

"Get a-away from me. I n-never want to see y-you again."

Mina only hesitates for a second.

Then Jungkook hears the front door slam shut.

"____, please let me expla-"

"A-Are you not g-going to kill me?" Your voice shakes.

"No, I-"

"THEN G-GET OUT!"

Jungkook sees a trickle of blood going down your ankle where a piece of glass from a broken plate cut you.

It must have fallen off the counter when you stumbled.

He stares at the bright red drip for a moment, then he looks back at you.

"I'm sorry-"

"I h-hate you."

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, then he backs away slowly, not wanting to startle you anymore.

The sound of the front door shutting reaches your ears before you break into uncontrollable sobs.

He hears your gut-wrenching cries from outside the door.

His heart has never hurt more than this.

Jungkook slides down the door, pulling his knees to his chest as your sobs echo in his brain, taking away a piece of his heart with every cry.

____________________________________

a/n: so we’ve come to it at last....

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Doesn't she love me anymore?

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it as much as I do!

Summary: Spencer's daughter starts to question why her mother left the small family early on

Warnings: Mentions/undertones of bullying, an absent parent and descreptions of the concequences for the child, So. Much. Angsty. Feelings.

Wordcount: 2.5k

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“Daddy?” Spencer turns around from the frying pan to look at his daughter. Against common belief, he is quite the cook. But this only started when he became a father, after he realized a child won’t be able to live off of a diet consisting of coffee and anxiety, just like he did at the time. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

She looks down to the piece of paper on the kitchen counter in front of her. “Why did Mommy leave us?”

The spatula falls to the ground. It’s a question the father did not expect on a Tuesday morning before school. “It’s because of me, isn’t it? She saw me the first time and didn’t want me anymore. It’s my fault Mommy left us, left you, just like Linda said.” Tears begin to stream down her face.

“No no no”, her father is quick to turn off the heat and walks around the island to hug his daughter. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know what this Linda said, but it is not true. Your mother had her own reasons to stay out of our lives, but it has nothing to do with you.”

This doesn’t calm her down. “What are her reasons? Why did she leave us? Why did leave me?” Frantically she tries to keep her sobs down in order to speak. Spencer never has seen her this upset.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you are in the right state to talk about it now? Why don’t we calm down and get something for breakfast on our way to school and talk about it after I pick you up this afternoon?” He suggests, hoping the thought of a cup of hot chocolate from their favorite bakery would help her.

(Y/N) looks up at him with bloodshot and glassy eyes. Snot runs down from her nose. Spencer is quick to get her a tissue and make her blow into it, cringing internally about all those germs. “Do you promise to tell me more after school?” Big eyes look up at him and the father hurts. It hurts him, because there are so many things in her future that will break her and all that because of her mother. He can’t shield her from all of it, as much as he wants to he isn’t able. Because there always will be people, people like this Linda, who will make the girl conscious of her absent mother.

“I promise”, he tells her and holds his little finger out for her. (Y/N) smiles while linking hers with his, knowing her father will keep this promise just like any other of his. “Good, and now pack up we got a bakery to visit!” Quickly the girl grabs the piece of paper in front of her only to shove it into her backpack.

A little later she sits at her desk and looks at her teacher expectantly, just like her fellow classmates. “Ok children, today we won’t work further on our addition and subtraction worksheets-” The teacher’s sentence is cut short by the eruption of cheerful shouts. Just (Y/N) looks at the multiplication sheet in front of her.

The teacher is quick to quiet the class again. “Instead we will continue our work on the mother’s card you started doing yesterday. Linda was so kind to tell me that you don’t have the chance to finish them at home, because your moms are there. That is why you do it here and your worksheets at home.”

With a frown on her face (Y/N) pulls out the blank piece of paper that made her feel bad ever since her teacher handed it out to her yesterday. While everybody around her chatters happily with other classmates, she just stares at the paper. It is a reminder of something she doesn’t have, something she lacks and will never get: A real mother. A hug from her mother. Not even the motherly reassurance one gets after a nightmare. Nothing.

“Hey orphan. Ya realizing your mom doesn’t love you and that’s why she left you?” Linda, someone (Y/N) later learns to call a Mean Girl, struts up to the younger one’s desk. A sigh leaves her lips before answering. “You do know for an orphan I need to have neither a mommy nor a daddy. And I do for a fact have a dad, a loving one actually.”

A more light than hard slap on the back of her head makes the girl’s body jolt. “I don’t care, but I know that your mom hates you enough just after looking at you to know she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” After that Linda goes back to her table, leaving (Y/N) feeling more miserable than before.

Some starring on the paper later her teacher passes her table. “Is there something you want to talk about, Sweetheart? You seem very sad.” That is an obvious fact. Finally the girl is able to lift her gaze. “Miss Ramirez, I don’t know what to do.” This is probably the first time ever she said this sentence in school.

“Mother’s day is in a few days, Sweetie, and this is why we all make these cards. It’s a thank you to your mom and a way to show her how much you love her. You love your mom, don’t you?” The shake of her head shocks the teacher. Immediately an alarming signal rings through her head, because this is a red flag. “Why? Did she do something?”

“Miss Ramirez, I don’t have a mommy. She- she left Daddy and me.” Tears fill (Y/N)’s eyes. Her teacher is quick to hug and sush her. “Oh Sweetie, this is not a bad thing. I’m sure your mom loves you very much, even if she is not there with you. Do you wanna go out for a bit to calm down?” Meanwhile she connects the obvious signs of a single dad in her mind. Missed parent teacher conferences, unnecessary hovering over the child and the tendency to be categorized as a helicopter parent. Yes, Dr. Reid ticks all of those boxes.

It’s the second time of the day that an adult asked (Y/N) to calm down, and frankly it doesn’t really help with the situation at hand. “Can I do my homework outside? It’s too loud in here”, she asks between sniffles. Both of them know that the class’ volume is not the real reason for the request. “Of course, Sweetheart. If you need something, just come in and ask me. Alright?” (Y/N) nods and gets her multiplication sheet and a pencil before leaving the classroom.

At the end of the school day, Spencer is there to pick up his daughter. For days like these, where are no cases, Hotch gave him a free pass on (Y/N)’s very first day at school to leave the office earlier to be able to pick her up himself. As a father and someone who works the same high demanding job as him, he knows that little things like these are often the most important. And even if there were a case today, Spencer would have stayed back. He promised his daughter the truth and this is what he is going to tell her.

“Hey Dr. Reid. Do you have a moment?” Her teacher greets him at the classroom door. Concerned about his child’s wellbeing he nods and follows her back out of the room. “I gave the children the assignment of creating a card for their mothers, because mother’s day is rolling around. Today (Y/N) told me her mother left you, is that right?” This is the moment Spencer connects the dots. This is the kick off that made her question her mother’s motives about leaving all of the sudden.

The young doctor clears his throat. “Uhm yes, that is right. Actually, I’m going to talk to her about it right after school on her demand.” Miss Ramirez nods with an understanding nod. “Thank you for your honesty, Dr. Reid. I also want to warn you, in two days we will hold a celebration in honor of mother’s day with the kids’ mothers. You are invited as a father, because this is a special situation. But I also give (Y/N) a free pass for this event. It can be very traumatic for her.”

The dad thanks her, but his thoughts are somewhere else. He is mad. He is mad for his daughter, because she will always be the one with a “special situation”. The odd one, because yeah, it isn’t uncommon for fathers to leave (which isn’t anything less sad and traumatic), but an absent mother hits differently.

But Spencer is also hurt. Hurt, because for her young age, there is already the word “traumatic” thrown around. No, it isn’t enough that her dad works a job with the risk of him not coming home from a case again, or being the target of an enemy. No, she also has to go through the experience of missing a parent, never knowing how her life would be if it wasn’t for someone like her mother.

Even with Spencer trying to fill that role, there will be a time where (Y/N) will ask herself all of the “what ifs”. He can’t stop it from happening, and that is his biggest pain right there. Because he can’t shield her from her own thoughts. At the age of six she already is a bright, brilliant and talented mind. Now in a few years or maybe just months, she will start to think about her mother being the root of her pain, bad experiences and hurt. Her thoughts will lead to a downward spiral of how a person can do something like her mother, who acted like that with the knowledge of which consequences will follow. And Spencer can’t stop this from happening.

“Daddy!” A small thud comes from (Y/N) colliding with his leg. Just by the way she squeezes it he knows that she hasn’t had a good day at school. “Hey Baby. Do you want to go to the office for a bit? I think your Auntie Penelope told me something about a new science set she got for you. Or do you want to go straight home?” Spencer asks after lifting her into his arms. Immediately she hides her face into the crook of his neck. “Home”, she murmurs. Home it is then.

“Aaaaaand here comes the little missy’s hot chocolate!” The father says in a funny voice while carefully putting the cup into his daughter’s hands. She sits covered in a blanket on the sofa, looking expectantly at her father.

Spencer sighs at the lack of reaction. “Are you sure you want to hear it?” (Y/N) nods adamantly. “Ok, but I got to go a bit back for this story

“It was about eight years ago, I worked on a case with your Aunties and Uncles back then. I was the one who had to get the last round of coffee for the night at a small 24/7 diner. As I walked in I thought I died, because I was sure an angel stood right in front of me. Well not-” “Is that Mommy?!” (Y/N) cuts him off excitedly. Spencer smiles slightly. “You need to listen to the story!” The girl shifts in her seat. “Right, sorry.”

As I was saying: well in front, because she sat at the bar waiting for her order. I nervously ordered the coffees and had to begin three times, because I kept messing up, mesmerized by her sole atmosphere. As the waiter went to put the coffee pot on, the woman turned towards me and introduced herself. After that she asked me what I was doing late at night in a small town like that and we somehow forgot everything around us by just talking. After that we stayed in touch. Six months later we became a couple, she moved to DC in order for me to still be able to do my job here.

“Two years later your Mom got pregnant with you, and it was quite a surprise to us. But we felt ready at that time and so she moved in with me and we had you. The first few months were great, we couldn’t be happier. BUt then you continuously became ill. At first just a cold, then the pocks and so on. I think it was the third night in a row where you held us up all night. I took a year off from work to care for you with your Mom. I carried you through our apartment the whole night, giving you a bottle, singing, reading, doing anything.

“Then I saw her standing in the doorway. Even though there was baby vomit on her sweatpants and I had never seen her eye bags being this dark, she was the most beautiful woman to me. I approached her with a smile, but her frown only deepened. I thought it was because she worried about you and your health. Instead she told me she can’t do it. She can’t be a mother, that she wasn’t cut for this job.” Her exact words still resonate in Spencer’s ears to this day. He knows exactly what she said, word for word, and they never stopped to sting any less.

“So Mommy left us because I was too much trouble?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds even sadder than before. “No, it never was because of you. She knew exactly what it meant to have a child. Your mother knew what kind of work it takes and what the future brought. You have absolutely nothing to do with it. Some people are just not made to be parents and it’s better when they realize it themselves and leave the situation.”

(Y/N) nods, her mind running wild. All of that makes plenty of sense but at the same time not. “Sweetheart, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and I will never leave you. You are my everything and I’m so happy to be a dad to such a wonderful little girl like you. I want you to remember that your Mom may not be here with us, but she still loves you. And I’m here for you, for anything you need, want or don’t want. Do you understand me?”

She nods again and curls up into her father’s lap. “Can we watch something?” She asks after a bit of silence, where both of them indulged their own thoughts. Quickly the TV turned on and some kids movie plays. The rest of the day the small family spends all the time cuddled on the couch, because at the moment they need to feel the other there with them.

The next two days Spencer calls (Y/N) in sick at school and himself at work, because together they fly to Vegas. Just because her own mother wasn’t ready for the job, doesn’t mean they can’t appreciate the work her grandmother did as a mother. That and you never know how much time you have left with the people who are dear to you.

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the-moon-and-stars · 3 years

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AAAAA 22:00 HERE MEANING ITS MY BITHDAY IN 2 HOURS,, can i mabey have Tsukasa and Hanako HCs to S/o's birthday,,,,

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMGG!!! AHHHH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! SENDING HUGS AND LOVE YOUR WAYYY!!!

TAKE THIS AS A BIRTHDAY GIFT- I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT-!!!

Hanako is ecstatic

It’s your birthday!! You’re growing!! YAYYY!!

He’ll wait for you outside the school in the crowd of students, immediately hugging you

Truly doesn’t even care if other students are watching, it’s your day! Why should he care?

He would most likely try and have you spend most of your time with him

Definitely has you skip Tsuchigomori’s class

He would force ask Yashiro to make you cupcakes, and even your favorite meal

But this is Hanako we’re talking about, he would want a part in this too so he would have the rights to say-

“I helped too y’know Y/n.. where’s my thank you kiss~?”

He would hug you, kiss you, 24/7

Birthday kisses!!

Instead of punches, replace it with kisses

(Of course, he wouldn’t do it if you don’t want him to <3)

Oh how cute the boy acts

He’d even decorate the bathroom for you

No cleaning duties for you!!!

(maybe…)

Hanako would want this day to be absolutely perfect

Sad? Nuh-uh! Not allowed

He’d even have the Mokke perform for you

He really thought this day out..

Totally wasn’t stressing about this literally 5 months before your birthday-

But what’s Hanako without some flirty remarks?

“Since today is your day.. Y/n.. that means I’m in your favor, so. Your wish is surely my command, darling~”

Not one day can he just lay off the suggestive talk, but that’s what makes him Hanako

He would have Tsuchigomori try and convince the other teachers not to give you homework

No homework = More time with Hanako!

He’d even take some time to cuddle with you

Honestly, this guy is your literal servant it’s kinda adorable

He’d even make a own little gift for you with roses in his hand (courtesy of Kou and Yashiro buying them for him) and say:

“Happy birthday, love.. I made this for you, I-I.. love you and I want this day to be special for you.. Please accept this as a gift from me to you!!”

━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━❃°•°❀°•°❃•━

Oh the boy is all over the place

He’s so excited- almost too excited

The first thing he does when seeing you is hugging you tightly

“Y/N!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”

“Ah- T-Tsukasa..- You’re hurting me-”

TEA PARTYYY!!

He would happily pull you into the broadcasting room, yelling out the fact it’s your birthday

And if someone were to forget.. They would be hearing from him <3

He’d have Sakura make tea and muffins and cake for you!

He would have you skip classes, no questions asked

The boy just can’’t wait a few hours to spend time with you :(

He’d take you to the garden and sit down with you, wanting you to lay on him and cuddle

He may be childish but he has a romantic side to him <3!!

(Despite how clueless he can be..)

He wouldn’t just want the day spent with you on him cuddling; (Even though everything inside of him tells you to let it happen-)

He would want you to have some fun

And by that, I mean in the broadcasting room eating the muffins and such that were prepared for you

All the gifts you end up getting from others do make Tsukasa.. Slightly jealous

“Y/n.. where did you get those from?”

“Oh! From some of my friends! Why?”

“...nothing. You can open it when you get home- C’mere and hug me-”

And then he won’t let you go home :)

Even though he’s mega clingy, there is some surprises he has set up for you

He would make you a card, a drawing-

(steal Mitsuba’s boundary to decorate it and have you spend time in-)

He wants this day to be amazing for you, of course, by having you with him 24/7 of it

Giving you the gift is something he’d only slightly be nervous about

He’s really straightforward about it but really sweet <3

“Y/n!! I made this gift for you.. And I hope you like it!! Here! Today is special to you and it’s special to me too! I love you!!!”

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself.

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win.

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!”

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them.

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points.

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders.

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed.

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough.

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once.

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed.

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation.

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out.

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history.

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test.

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test.

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them.

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain.

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match.

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump.

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down.

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did.

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly.

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them.

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home.

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out.

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot.

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!”

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually.

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp.

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders.

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations.

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all.

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better.

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you.

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest.

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears.

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.”

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient.

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back.

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang.

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway.

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years

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MC IS CAUGHT CHEATING IN THE EXAM

Ft. MC and the 7 Demon Bros, Diavolo, Barbatos and teacher.

PROLOGUE

You completely forgot that your Devildom History class was having a test today. It was just a minor test, not the final exam for the whole school, so only the students in your class had to take it. Levi was also in this class, but he studied online. An online test was arranged on another date for him and other online students, with different questions in the test of course.

With no time to study for the test, you had two choices: confess to Lucifer before the test and expect mercy or cheat. The former was obviously the better choice, but the temptation was too strong and you chose the latter.

THE STORY:

“MC!”

It was not your lucky day, the octopus-head teacher caught you looking at the cheat sheets hidden in your pocket in the middle of the exam.

Cheating in exam in RAD is considered a major issue. The teacher took a pic of your cheat sheets as evidence. They also made a report, attached the evidence to it and sent it to Barbatos, who delivered it to Diavolo.

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The Student Council’s Assembly Hall

Diavolo received the report from Barbatos and began to read it, his face grim.

“A student cheated during the exam.” Diavolo finally spoke.

Mammon: “Who would be foolish enough to cheat in the exam!?”

Levi: “Fr!”

“It’s MC.”

The whole Council froze.

Mammon: “You must be joking, Lord Diavolo!”

Levi: “I…i…impossible!”

Satan: “I refuse to believe it.”

Asmo: “No way!”

Beel: “MC is a good person, they would never do that.”

Belphie: “There must be some understanding.”

“It’s the truth. The teacher even provided evidence.” Diavolo handed the report to Lucifer.

“Diavolo…let me take care of it.”

“Alright, I trust you with this, Lucifer.”

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After being caught cheating in the exam, you felt too embarrassed to stay at RAD and went back to HoL early. You shut yourself in the room, lied on bed without changing out of your uniform, waiting for the punishment to come.

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“WHAT!?”

You scowled at the six brothers, who was peeking at you through the crack between the door and its frame.

“M…MC…”

“NO!”

5 minutes later, the eldest appeared and opened the door to your room.

“MC, my study.”

You got up and followed Lucifer without a word. You kept your head down at all time. The other brothers looked at you and gulped, one by one. It was like the an executioner was leading you to the guillotine.

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Lucifer sat behind the desk, he motioned for you to sit at the chair across him. You sat down gently and dared not to make a sound. The whole time you kept looking down at your hands.

“MC, look up, look into my eyes.”

Although you didn’t want to look up because the guilt was weighing down on you, you couldn’t defy Lucifer.

“MC, do you know what you did wrong?”

“I...I cheated in the exam.” you answered.

“I can’t say that I’m not disappointed when I heard about the cheating. But there’s one more thing you did wrong.”

“One more thing? I...I don’t know.”

Lucifer stood up and walked to you. The action of the big demon made you subconsciously stood up as well. You thought Lucifer was gonna punish you harshly, but what happened next surprised you. The prideful demon embraced you.

“You should have told us whenever you met any difficulty, MC. If my brothers are busy or unreliable, you should go straight to me, I always have time and energy to help you. The moment I heard you cheated in the exam, I was disappointed, but more than that, I was so sad because you didn’t trust us, especially me, to help you.”

“I...I’m sorry.” you hugged him back “I knew that I should have talked with you, b...but...” a tear escaped your eye.

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“Lucifer, look! I got full mark on the test.” you showed the eldest your paper.

“Hahaha, good job! I guess I shall give you a reward! How’s about a meal at Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Is it really ok? After all, I cheated in the original test.”

“It’s alright, don’t mention the incident anymore.”

“A...alright.”

The morning following that evening, Lucifer talked with the teacher and he agreed to let you re-take the test the following week. You were so lucky to have 7 Rulers of Hell as your backers.

EPILOGUE

While you were having a meal at Hell’s Kitchen, someone wasn’t as lucky as you.

“S...someone, p...please get me down!”

Levi was being hanged upside down from the ceiling in the dining room at HoL. Apparently, Lucifer found out he shared the same Devildom History class with you. He should have looked out for you. Yet, he didn’t.

Hope you guys like it! Klein Tuesday, 10 May 2022 MY MASTERLIST

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me main character #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #royal academy of diavolo #exam #test #house of lamentation

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier.

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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zeke yeager | pta meeting

i literally don’t know how to shut up about him

also this is all because i saw a drabble of dilf!zeke and it’s been on my mind nonstop

warnings/notes: dilf!zeke, fem!reader, cursing, eventual smut, zeke is a divorced/widowed dad(at 33), reader is 21, cursing, zeke has a mean daughter and a sweet daughter, breeding kink, overstimulation, brief choking, slight degradation, shit one shot i’m sorry

you swear to the lord that zeke’s 11 year old daughter is a menace to society.

she’s brutally honest, just like zeke, and mean. she’s oddly mature for her age, and you think it might have something to do with her late mother. she looks almost nothing like zeke, but she certainly inherited her personality from him. she’s got curly dark brown hair that ends at her armpits and zeke’s grey eyes. she has a button nose along with rosy cheeks, something else she inherited from her mother.

“y’know my daddy only dates you cause you take care of me and aloisia,” isolde says to you as she slips on her school shoes.

you feel your eye twitch as you turn to zeke’s other daughter, aloisia, who’s seven and looks exactly like zeke. she’s got his nose, his hair color, and even eye shape. she’s got hazel eyes and a slim face. she’s as bubbly as they come, always greeting people she passes by on the street, always making friends at the park.

“i’m ready,” she holds up her small hand to you, a silent request for you to hold her hand.

“same,” isolde stands up after she swings her back pack onto her back, brushing off the nonexistent dirt on her navy blue skirt.

“zeke, the girls are ready!!” you shout out, taking aloisia into your arms.

zeke comes stumbling out of his bedroom, a white sleep shirt covering his torso and grey sweatpants.

“you’re going in that,” you raise an eyebrow at his attire, “we’re going to a parent-teacher meeting, not the gym.”

“yeah daddy, my teachers are gonna think you’re a bum or something,” isolde snickers.

“i’ll help your dad, go watch tv for a little bit longer,” you chuckle at zeke’s pout and put down aloisia, who runs to the couch.

isolde takes off her backpack and joins her sister on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table as aloisia puts on avatar: the last airbender.

“i thought the dress code was casual,” zeke furrows his brows as you take his hand and lead him back into his bedroom.

“it is. sweatpants are not casual, they’re lounge wear,” you snicker as he flops onto the bed while you close the door and go into the closet.

you know zeke’s rolling his eyes at you, judging from his silence. you grab ahold of a white button up with light grey vertical stripes on it, trying to picture your boyfriend in the shirt. you shake your head and put it back on the rack, deciding that the default outfit would be best for now. you take a white button up off the hanger and grab a pair of black dress pants from his dresser. you hand him a pair of black loafers to go along with it and some long black socks that would cover up his ankles, you’re so glad you reminded him that they exist. you throw a black belt next to him as well.

“this is boring.”

“zeke, this is a pta meeting, the whole thing will be boring,” you watch him rid himself of his shirt.

“should i wear a tie?”

“no, you’ll look better with one button undone,” you smile as he struggles to balance correctly when he puts on his pants.

he tucks the shirt inside his pants and slips on the belt with ease. he unbuttons a button before he slips on his socks.

“i thought today was my day off,” he smirks at you while you roll up his cuffs a bit.

you roll your eyes and he slips on his shoes. he doesn’t need to do his hair, it’s just effortlessly neat.

“time to go,” you scurry to the front door with the girls following behind you.

“he doesn’t look homeless anymore,” isolde notes when zeke follows you all out of the door.

“not funny,” he huffs while he locks the door behind him and the girls get into the black SUV zeke drives.

you help aloisia buckle herself up in the car seat and then slip into the passenger’s seat next to zeke. he’s grumbling something about ‘uncle eren’ and ‘getting the girls’ as he turns the car on.

————

you try to ignore the women ogling zeke as you all walk down the school hallway. you send isolde off to her class since her meeting is after aloisia’s.

“i hope you’ve been good,” you say to aloisia, who’s holding both your’s and zeke’s hands.

“i have! ms greene says i’m one of the best,” she gloats, and you hope for zeke’s sake that ms greene isn’t bluffing.

you three walk into the second grade classroom, which is empty because you reserved the appointment, only to find the teacher isn’t in there. it only seems to make aloisia more excited as she tugs you and zeke towards the class wall with a bunch of pictures of it.

“look, look!!” she jumps as she points at her’s, “they said to draw our family and she said i did a good job!!”

the picture is a messily drawn family portrait of zeke, isolde, and aloisia.

“you drew (name) very pretty,” zeke smiles at you when you snap your head back to look at the picture in closer detail.

there you are, stick figure holding hands with zeke’s and aloisia with isolde on zeke’s other side. you never expected to be on aloisia’s family portrait, you’d barely been in her life for two years and weren’t exactly motherly. you’re a struggling college student that she occasionally sees crying at the kitchen table with zeke comforting you from behind. she, on very rare occasions, sees you come home, absolutely plastered, with a sober zeke leading you to his room. you’re the woman that wakes her up when you cry on the couch late at night. you were, admittedly, okay with not being seen as their mom.

it wasn’t your place, for so many reasons. one, you didn’t exactly act as a role model. two, you could never replace her mother and would never try. three, zeke never referred to you as such. you’d only ever act like their mother whenever you were in certain situations. but that didn’t mean you didn’t want them to see you as a maternal figure.

it made you want to cry, but luckily you didn’t. you just smile at the picture and pat aloisia’s head in approval.

“you did do a very good job,” you smile down at her and before you can give her a hug, you notice a woman walking into the room.

“oh, you must be zeke yeager, aloisia’s dad! i’m ms greene,” her face flushes while she holds out her hand for him to shake.

“yea, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand.

she turns to you, “oh my goodness, i didn’t know aloisia and isolde had an older sister!”

“no, she’s my girlfriend of two years,” zeke chuckles uncomfortably.

“i’m (name), nice to meet you,” you wave your hand, “i’m just here to keep an eye on aloisia while you two talk.”

zeke and her go to a table in the corner of the room and aloisia drags you towards a bookshelf.

thirty minutes of aloisia rambling about her favorite book go by seemingly quick, and you watch as she cheers when her classmates walk into the room. zeke’s walking towards you, holding a thumbs up with a cocky smile, for whatever reason.

you kiss aloisia goodbye, who doesn’t seem too fazed, and head towards isolde’s classroom. you hold hands with zeke while swinging them back and forth while he repeats everything the teacher’s said to him.

“i can’t believe my little girl’s at a third grade reading level,” he exclaims, “that vocabulary studying did wonders!!”

“you should thank me since i was the one who studied with her cause she asked about my assignments for class,” you taunt and laugh when zeke pulls you closer by the shoulder.

that’s how the two of you walk into isolde’s classroom. she’s sitting at a table with her teacher, miss dunst, and fidgeting with her thumbs anxiously. she’s covering half of her face with her hair. with the one eye you can see it looks puffy and her cheeks are red, as if she’d been crying.

it has both you and zeke rushing to sit down on both side of her, zeke asking miss dunst what happened while you tend to isolde.

“hey, why are you crying,” you’re squatting by her chair and you reach to brush the hair out of her face.

when you see her other eye, you gasp out at the black eye starting to form on her eye.

“oh my god, zeke, look at her face!!”

“that is what i wanted to speak about with you. isolde has been getting bullied by some of her classmates. today, a little girl hit her after isolde defended herself while they argued,” the poor woman looks sad watching you and zeke check isolde for more wounds.

“why has she been bullied? she’s not mentioned this to me or (name),” zeke asks while examining her eye more closely.

“well, during the first day of school, isolde introduced herself and told the class about her family. she mentioned you, mr yeager, and her sister. the kids asked about her mother before i could stop them and she was honest with them and said that she had passed. she then said that she still, in a way, had a mother. your girlfriend, mr yeager.

“i asked her occupation, to which isolde said a college student. the kids got loud but i managed to quiet them down, and i thought it was the end of that. after that, her classmates started to pick on her verbally about your age gap and her late mother. i didn’t find out about it until this morning when isolde was hit,” miss dunst frowns as she explains.

before zeke could open his mouth, you speak up, “i’m the girlfriend, (name). i am hoping that these children will be punished accordingly and that their parents be notified. if this has really been going on all year like you say, then at this point their parents should be involved.”

“of course! i’m giving all of their parents a call after classes today. the little girl who hit her is sitting down with the principal right now, so she should be safe if you two would like her to stay at school.”

“give us a moment,” you smile kindly, which she returns, and walks to her desk to give you ‘privacy’.

“isolde, why didn’t you tell your daddy or i about what was going on,” you ask while she hugs zeke.

she peeks her head out of his chest, “didn’t want to seem weak.”

“why would you be worried about that,” zeke asks.

“after mom died, you were always so sad and stressed. i thought that if i was strong, you would be happier,” she explains shakily.

“isolde, look at me,” you put a hand on her knee, “you were six years old when your mommy died. six year olds shouldn’t know how to accurately take care of themselves, it’s why your daddy was there. i’m sure your daddy appreciated the effort, but i promise you that all he wanted you to be was his happy little girl. you don’t need to be strong at 11 years old, and you don’t need to be strong all the time. like you said, your daddy was sad when your mom died. it didn’t make him weak, it made him a person. and that’s what you are; a person. a little person.”

she sniffles and nods at you, “people can’t do everything by themselves. i’m sorry if we made it feel like you couldn’t tell us, and it’s totally understandable that you felt that way.”

zeke hums in agreement, “we love you, baby. so much.”

“love you too,” she mumbles with a small smile.

“do you want to stay at school,” zeke asks, he didn’t want to force her into a situation where she didn’t want to be.

“i have a math test later, don’t wanna miss it,” she sighs, now looking up at you.

“(name)...?”

you tilt your head while you wait for her answer.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so mean to you. everyone was making fun of me and called it weird, so i guess i wanted to believe that too,” your heart warms whenever she looks away shyly.

great, now zeke’s horny from seeing you act motherly.

————

ever since you and zeke had stepped off school campus, one of his hands was always touching you. it didn’t matter where, zeke was shameless.

even as you unlock the door to the his house, he has his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. his lips are kissing softly at your neck and his hands are shamelessly groping at your boobs.

“zeke, what is up with you,” you laugh whenever you open the door, kicking off your shoes immediately.

“horny,” he admits, swiftly following after you and locking the door behind himself.

“what about this morning made you horny,” you ask shyly while you sit on the couch.

zeke’s buttons are halfway undone and his belt is somewhere on the floor. he squeezes in behind you, once again pressing his chest against your back.

“acting maternal, i guess,” his beard tickles the back of your neck as he kisses it.

“is this why you told isolde it was okay if she wanted to stay at school,” you snicker at his fingers pulling your shirt over your head.

“why else,” he scoffs, “my only day off in a while and i’m horny. sounds like a deal.”

you whimper whenever he starts biting at your neck and when his large hands slip under your bra.

“zeke, if we’re gonna do it on the couch, can i at least lay on my back,” you ask while zeke unclips your bra.

without a word, he’s thrown you onto the couch on your back and climbing on top of you seconds later. your hands quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it halfway off of his body.

zeke throws the shirt onto the floor and kisses you, hands running up and down your torso. he pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck while his hands grope at your tits. you’re stuck between laughing and moaning at zeke’s beard dragging against your neck.

his mouth trails down to your tits, mouth attaching to your left tit while he continues to grope your right one. you let out a moan whenever he tweaks your nipple with his right hand and bites softly at your left nipple.

he pulls away from your chest, tugging off your pants and panties in frustration. it leaves you laughing and assisting him. whenever your pants do come off, he throws them to the ground and spreads your legs.

“zeke, they’re not opening too far, we’re on a couch,” you note, but soon stand corrected as zeke grabs your ankle and puts it on the back of the couch.

“nevermind,” you snicker at his cocky smirk, as if he’d done something amazing.

your other leg hangs off the couch, leaving you spread open for zeke. zeke spreads open your glistening folds with thumbs and gives a mindful lick up to your clit. after realizing that his beard is not rubbing against you uncomfortably, he dives in like it’s a pool, which he thinks it is because of how wet you are.

his mouth his sucking on your clit vigorously, as if he were a man starved. you’re moaning wantonly as he suddenly ups the speed. how did he even go that fast, you have no clue, but either way you enjoy it. your back in arching off of the couch and your toes are curling as zeke starts bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“zeke!! i’m... i’m gonna come,” you tug at his hair as your legs start to convulse and close around his head.

he only goes faster, and you wonder to yourself if zeke is powered by batteries or something. but the thought is quickly shut off whenever you finally orgasm, moaning out in ecstasy and throwing your head back against the couch cushions.

zeke slows down his pace, helping you ride through your orgasm. he pulls away whenever you’ve calmed down, fingers immediately pressing at your tight entrance.

“zeke... i-i’m too sensitive,” your complaint goes ignored as two of zeke’s fingers are suddenly inside of you.

“don’t care, deal with it,” he huffs as his fingers stretch you out.

with his other hand, his thumb is rubbing at your puffy clit at the same time of his fingers curling inside of you. your hips buck up with a mewl and zeke chuckles at the sight. unlike last time, he’s moving his tantalizingly slow.

his fingers curl once more, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you sweetly. you buck your hips up again at the contact and curl your toes whenever zeke starts abusing that spot with overwhelming speed. curling his fingers against the spot each time he pistons his fingers in and out of you.

“zeke!!” you come again while moaning his name and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

zeke chuckles when he pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart to watch your juices stick together in strings. he plops the fingers in his own mouth, rubbing his other hand up and down your quivering thigh as he pulls away from your sloppy cunt.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obnoxious ‘pop’ and pulls off his pants and boxers at the same time. he groans at his cock hitting against his lower stomach.

you stare at zeke’s cock. the tip is flushed with a bashful pink and his hair is trimmed nicely against his groin. he’s more girth than he is length, a whopping 6.5 inches, which is something he absolutely gets arrogant about.

“hurry,” you huff while watching zeke fist his cock.

“nah, you gotta beg for it, baby,” the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he watches you wipe away your tears from the previous orgasm.

“zeke,” you whine and wiggle your hips, “please please please give me your cock. need it so bad.”

he hums thoughtfully, and it already gives you his answer.

“please... i want it so bad, need to be fucked by you,” you pout but perk up at his dismissive shrugging.

“since you want it so bad,” he’s laughing while he puts his right hand on your pelvis and his other on his shaft to enter you.

you gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of you, grabbing for his, now, free hand. when you catch his hand, you guide it to your bruised neck for him to grasp on. he’s chuckling once again, fingers lightly squeezing against your throat as he continues to push himself in.

he groans whenever he bottoms out, letting go of your neck to grab at your plush thighs. he pushes the towards your chest and thrusts into you shallowly after he spits on his cock buried in your pussy. he hits you deeper than he would’ve before, that much is obvious by your moans raising octaves when he starts to thrust roughly.

your hands reach up to grab the back of his thighs to pull him closer to you than before. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing onto him each time he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“fuck... zeke!!” you cry and throat your head back.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fuckin’ tight. even after how much i fuck this pretty little cunt each week.”

his words make you whimper and squeeze your grip on his thighs, making crescent moons into the skin.

“i’m gonna come... i’m gonna come again,” you pant out, back already starting to arch, “come with me please..!”

he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass getting increasingly louder as he does so.

“you wanna come with me so badly,” he asks tauntingly while you nod.

“god, zeke, please,” you try to ignore the saliva and tears on your face as you continue to scream out for zeke.

“i’ll give my sweet girl my cum since she asked so nicely,” he’s biting his lip whenever he feels his orgasm getting closer.

“yes! yes! please,” you sound so desperate as your orgasm gets closer, “zeke, please, fuck a baby into me, please..!”

zeke almost comes right then at your pleas, but ends up stilling and adjusting his stance to thrust into you more efficiently. the sudden stop makes you whine but it’s soon interrupted with a gasp as he jackhammers into you harder and faster than before.

“fuckin’ whore, wanting me to fuck a baby into you. to make you a mom. since you asked so nicely, i’ll oblige,” he berates.

“you me to fuck a baby into you? make you a mom?” it has you nodding frantically.

zeke continues to degrade you as you’re orgasm comes rushing towards you, fingers now clawing at his thighs as a signal.

zeke thrusts into you two more times before the two of you manage to orgasm simultaneously. his jackhammering slows into a grind, helping the two of you ride out the euphoria you’ve both just went through.

you whimper whenever he pulls out, uncomfortable at the sudden emptiness in you. he watches his cum start to dribble out of you, telling you to keep your legs up. he scurries off to find a paper towel or something to wipe it up with before it falls onto the couch. you shiver whenever you feel a wet cloth wipe away the dribbling cum.

he’s wiping down your chest and neck as well with a clean side of it after you put your legs down. he carries you off into his bathroom, sitting you on the counter while he readies the shower.

“i can’t believe you said that,” he raises a questioning eyebrow at you while he checks the water’s temperature.

“i wouldn’t mind having your kid,” you shrug and watch him put two towels on the counter next to you.

“i might just give you one, don’t say that,” he jokes as he starts to hug you.

“‘m okay with that,” you sigh and lean into his touch, enjoying his warmth.

“you’re stupid,” he snorts and kisses at your shoulder.

“only for you,” you snuggle your head into his neck with a giggle.

“i love you,” he sighs.

“i love you. enough to have your kids.”

maybe in a few hours when you weren’t bathing in the afterglow, zeke would bring it up to you.

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