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My Lover, Love Letter || kth.

Genre: angst, fluff, pining?? unrequited love for a hot sec? EXTRA cheesy

Summary: Being in love isn’t supposed to hurt so much, but you’d sooner roll over dead than confess to him. Your best friend. After a particularly rough break up, you decide to send Taehyung some additional love via love letters. What you weren’t expecting, however, was a letter back.

A/N: Not entirely proof read, so please excuse any inconsistencies lol

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“I just don’t know,” Taehyung sighs as he grabs his shoes from the company’s designated drawers. His name that’s scribbled onto a label is faded and worn, but he pays no mind as he slips his sneakers on. Frustration eats away at him, silently beckoning him closer. “How did I not see it coming? I’m so stupid like how could I not have seen--”

“--I don’t think anyone would’ve seen it coming.” Your voice lays low, uncertainty and concern bubbling up. “And I know what you’re thinking: No, this isn’t your fault. She cheated on you, and you’re doing the right thing, okay?”

Taehyung doesn’t look at you like you so desperately wished he would, but what else could you do? What else could you say? “...You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, your best friend who knows that you deserve better. Besides,” you smile,” there’s plenty of other fish in the sea.” and oh how you wish you were a fish.

That night, your mind wandered to Taehyung’s predicament. He’s been your best friend for years and years on end, but along the lines somewhere, you’ve started to feel a little bit more than “just a friend.” It’s an ongoing pain, and you’ve known that for a while now. A breathy sigh escapes your lips as you glance down at your notebook. Minutes go by of you staring at nonsensical scribbles of lyrics and poems, ones you’ve written throughout the day. That’s it.

The next day you get to the recording studio a bit early, early enough that there’s no one else in sight and no one to see you with a crisp white envelope. Your footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway, and with each passing second, you become uneasier and uneasier. Is this a bad idea? Is it too much? What if he finds out? Will he find out?

You’ve been standing in front of his drawer for the past five minutes contemplating. It stares back at you the same way it did last night, piercing through your soul and convincing you to step closer. If anything, you’re doing this to be a good friend, right? Before you can mull over it any longer, you hear chatter at the end of the hall. You can’t even convince yourself that it’s a horrible idea anymore when you slip the note in and hurry off inside the studio. Minutes later, Namjoon walks in with Jungkook.

“Oh!” Namjoon breaks out into a small smile,” You startled me, y/n. What are you doing here so early?”

The question catches you off guard and has you scrambling for an excuse. “I uh… I couldn’t sleep? I have a lot on my mind, I guess.” You shrug and spin around in an office chair. You didn’t like the fact that you just lied to Namjoon, but it wasn’t necessarily a lie. It just… wasn’t the whole truth. “I got us coffee?”

Jungkook and Namjoon don’t catch on to your jittery attitude, too excited by the fact that you bought them drinks. They mumble out their thank-yous and go off on their way. They’ve been working on Jungkook’s new single, so it’s not that big of a surprise that they’re also here early. It’s the fact that usually you’re never here early, and it irks you every time they look your way.

A heavy pair of footsteps trudge through the hallway, and your breath catches in your throat. This is it, the moment of truth. You hurriedly get up to greet taehyung outside. For a moment you catch yourself; you’re like an overly excited puppy greeting their owner, it isn’t too obvious, right? Nevertheless, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind too much when you said hello. He slips his shoes off and opens the drawer.

He sees the letter.

You watch as his eyebrow quirks up a little and how he gingerly picks it up out of his box. “I didn’t know we get mail in our cubbies now.” He jokes halfheartedly. When he looks at you, you shrug and look as shocked as he is.

“Does it say who it’s from?” You ask aloud. Your heart pounds so loud in your ribcage you wonder if he can hear it too.

Taehyung turns the envelope over to examine the front and back. It’s a simple white envelope with a red heart sticker sealing it shut. “...It doesn’t. Huh,” he ponders,” that’s weird.”

You wander back to your desk, but you can see him holding the letter in his hands out of the corner of your eyes. He follows you, and to be quite honest, you feel like you're going to shit your pants. You’ve never done this before, and rightfully so, but you really wish he wouldn’t try to read it in front of you. He opens it carefully, his fingers slipping between the lid of the envelope and pulling out the letter you wrote. You swallow thickly,”....what does it say?”

He’s silent for a while, eyebrows furrowed and focused on the tiny piece of paper in front of him. His deep voice reads,

“Dear Taehyung,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m scared, terrified even, as I write this. I heard that you were going through a rough time, and I thought to myself: it’s now or never, you know? I want you to know that I’m cheering for you!

You may not realize it now, but I promise you, good things are waiting for you. It’s not going to be easy, I know from personal experience that love hurts, but it’ll be okay :) I really like you, Kim Taehyung, so please cheer up! Your smile is really cute!! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Love,

:) “

As per the singular acting class you took, you widen your eyes and pretend to be shocked. You gasp,” Taehyung, I think that’s a love letter?”

“...yeah?” He nods. Suddenly his throat is very dry, despite being very hydrated seconds ago. A smile crept up onto his lips as he gazes at the handwritten note. “Yeah, I think it is.”

The next couple of times were just small sticky notes all signed with a smiley face; encouraging words to give him some extra love. And it works. He’s happier when he reads them, and you’re happy when you write them.

The next time you give him a major note is on a whim. Written at 3 in the morning, where loneliness is felt and feelings are emptied out onto a page. You don’t even remember sealing it or sneaking out to slip it into his drawer for him to find. Eventually, the morning sun shines in your eyes, and your alarm is too loud for your liking. Grogginess envelopes you and pushes you out of bed, yelling at you to start your day, but five more minutes couldn’t hurt...

Taehyung’s contact buzzes on your phone, making your device shine brighter than it needs to be at this hour. You squint at the harsh light and unlock it.

Tae: ajsdjsjfdsljds

Tae: there’s another one

You: another what

Tae: Letter!!!!

You immediately sit upright in your bed. Wait, you actually went out last night? You look around frantically, trying to somehow prove to yourself that you didn’t. The jacket laying in the corner of your room taunts you: you did it again.

Hastily, you scramble out of bed. You’re wide awake now, eyes wide and crusty. You rack your brain for an appropriate response because leaving your best friend on read might be a little suspicious.

You: omggg

You: what does it say this time :0

You’re a little nauseous waiting for his response, but you throw on clothes and hope that you didn’t reveal too much about yourself.

Tae: “i miss you. i wish you’d look at me the same way i see you. Like my favorite color, or my favorite sweater, it’s always been you. You’re my favorite, but am i yours?”

Tae: they say other stuff too but that one hit deep yknow

It’s hitting you like an 18-wheeler, and everything you wrote comes back to you in waves. ugh, emo hours are meant to stay in 3 am, not shared with your crush via secret love letter.

You: woah that does hit different

You walk into the studio that day a little bit more paranoid than usual. Taehyung greets you, already starting his day with a smile stuck to his face. It’s softer today, one that comes with a huge sigh and big brain thoughts. You already know he’s going to ask you a question; which kind however is what you dreaded.

“Hey,” he starts off slow and unsure. A beat goes by, and he continues,” is it stupid to fall for my secret admirer?” The question comes out, loud and clear. You feel the wind is knocked out of your stomach, or is it your gut? You stare at Taehyung in shock; he’s in love with you? Well, obviously, he doesn’t know it’s you, but still--

You choke on the water you’re sipping and turn to face him. “You’re in love with.... the writer?” You’re trying really hard not to tremble in surprise, and he buys it.

“Yeah, I just wish I knew who they were..”

“--Woah, hold on,” you’ve officially thrown yourself into the deep end. “What if it’s someone you know? You could be crossing some sort of line here buddy.” You didn’t anticipate Taehyung falling for your love letters, so for him to now start reciprocating was a bit much. You had gotten comfy in the unrequited love section, and to ruin your friendship like this was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster.

“Ugh,” he grumbles. He drapes himself on an adjacent office chair and twirls around dramatically. “You’re right, but maybe things will change? All I know is that this person is writing me enough love letters to actually be my lover.

“and not to mention the fact that I love handwritten notes? Like come on, y/n,” He gives you a lopsided grin that makes you fall for him a little too much. “You know I’m a sucker for this crap. Whoever this is should just marry me right now. I’m ready to be an old fashioned, romantic poet writing, sonnet sweetheart for you darling!” He calls out to the open air.

You chuckle at this, a prime example of why you love Taehyung. His hair falls a little on the sides of his face as his shoulders shake in laughter. Your face is starting to feel warm, but you pay no attention to it. “Oh yeah, that’s totally gonna get them to reveal themselves.”

The next time you go to deliver him a letter, you find that there is already a sealed envelope in his drawer. Carefully, you pick up the letter with a wax seal holding it closed. To my Lover, it reads on the top left corner in Taehyung’s handwriting. A short barely-there laugh breathes out of your nose, and a smile finds its way to you. Of course he’d do something like this; something so out of the blue and unnecessary, yet so thoughtful and sweet.

You slip in your letter in exchange for his, and gingerly put it in your backpack to read later in the confines of your home.

[ ---I can’t sleep because I lie awake and think about you, did you know that? You could be anyone: my boss, the intern, the librarian, or even my best friend, and I’d still have no clue. Is our relationship really so fragile that we can’t meet in person? Or maybe, we always do?

Have you listened to my friend’s new single? It’s called “Still with You.” Please think of me when you hear it. “When will it be when I get to see you face to face? I’ll look you in the eye and say I missed you.”--- ]

It’s a small excerpt compared to the rest of the letter he’s written for you, but you can feel your heart beat faster in your chest. You find that your hands have already started writing a response.

A month goes by since you’ve started exchanging letters with Taehyung in secret, but today shit hits the fan. “y/n?”

You’re in your kitchen fixing up some snacks for movie night when Taehyung calls out to you. “yeah?” you respond.

“Why do you have this?” He comes around the corner, holding up a letter that was once sealed with a wax stamp. You freeze.

“--Why the fuck do you have all of my letters?” At this point he’s face to face with you, a pain etched into the soft features that silently cry out. You’re silent, the pop tarts in the toaster long forgotten.

Your eyes paint him like a movie; a film that you’d never get to see again. Everything is blurry except for the old letter and tears that fall to the ground. Love hurts, but never this much before. You clutch your chest— lungs aching for the sweet relief of fresh air. “Taehyung, I didn’t... It’s not—“

“Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke to you?” His voice reverberates in the kitchen. Dark, deep, bitter, like the coffee you used to drink. “I don’t need you to play pretend anymore; you can drop the act. I don’t want empty love letters filled with shit if it’s all fake anyways.”

Those words cling to you and rip through old scars. He’s leaving you with open wounds, bleeding out painfully slow. It’s not shit, it’s your feelings. You poured your heart into that! If any song could play right now, it’d be,” All I Ask by Adele.”

“...what?” He stops in the doorway, having heard a faint whisper fall from your lips. Had it been a nasty remark, he was ready to spit one back at you. But it wasn’t. He didn’t catch what you said, but he knows it wasn’t an insult.

You couldn’t have with the way you’re clutching the empty pop tart wrapper for dear life, looking so empty and lost and alone on the tile floor. An empty shell: nothing more than a vessel staring at him, soaking in his every detail as if it’s the last time you two will meet. Hurt and betrayal replays in his head, so no matter how much he wants to stay, Taehyung steps out the door.

You couldn’t bring yourself to write letters for a while. You wished so desperately to tell him that the letters were genuine: you loved him. You still do. There are so many things you want to say, but none of the poems or essays you’ve written were strung together correctly. They just didn’t convey your feelings the way you want them to: the pain, the regret, the love, it wasn’t good enough.

After many sleepless nights and a few phone call confessions with Namjoon, your last letter was written. The cute stationary you’d use reminded you of every other letter, but this will be the last one. Promise.

[—“if this is my last night with you, hold me like I’m more than just a friend... because what if I never love again?”—]

[—All I Ask by Adele played in my head when you left, like a soundtrack in a movie. Everything I’ve written to you is true; please forgive me for falling in love with my best friend.—]

That night it rained. How fitting, you think to yourself. The weight from the grocery bags pile softly to the floor, the annoying crinkle rustling from the plastic. You peel the wet jacket off of your shoulders, hanging them up to dry while you put away the food. Thunder rolls in from the distance, pellets of rain tapping on your window. You don’t bother with music or tv, the silence thick and heavy as you busy yourself in the kitchen.

A knock sweeps you out of the dull lullaby of chores and rain. You move to open your door, and the next thing you know, a pair of arms embrace your still figure. All at once the sweet scent of cologne and honey clouds your senses, a familiar sedation too powerful alone. He holds you closer to his body. The physical touch makes you crave more, leaning in to relish in as much of it as you can.

He releases his hold a little, much to your dismay, and your eyes catch his restless ones. They flutter shut, and Taehyung’s forehead touches yours. His hot breath tickles your lips, shaky but inviting all the while. “...I missed you, so much.”

Is this what it feels like to be held like a lover? Embraced so tenderly and gently, fingertips tracing along your jawline. He pours his love onto you like the rain outside, and the kiss he gives sparks like a strike of lightning.

You wonder how you could’ve been content with unrequited love when this was on the other end? Seeking mutual forgiveness, making up for guilt with praises and promises? You know from personal experience that love hurts, but now, you’re ready to learn how love heals.

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A/N: This originally was supposed to have a sad ending but I couldn’t bring myself to...... I had to be cliché, it’s my drug 😔mayhaps I’ll make an angst fic someday,,

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R E D || twenty one

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[Soulmate! AU]

Yoongi is a famous artist trying to rekindle a childhood memory, but your dumbass doesn’t remember him at all; except as a fan ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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A/N: why tf am i so dramatic,,

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Green || Hoseok

Genre: Fluff

Summary: [college!au] You and Hoseok are apartment neighbors going to the same campus, so it’s no surprise that you’d run into each other every so often. Lately though, he seems to always run into you when you wear green.

[50 wordless ways to say I love you #25: Wearing clothes in their favorite color.]

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Hoseok always seems to meet you when he’s a mess, and frankly, today is no exception. When he comes home from the studio and unlocks the door, about five little green blobs jump out past him. “Jungkook, what the fuck? Why are there frogs in my apartment?”

There sitting in the middle of his living room was Jeon Jungkook, surrounded by dozens of small frogs. “Taehyung and I are doing a project, but he tripped and these little bastards came out.”

“I tripped??” Taehyung thunders from down the hall as he bursts into the room. “Jungkook, you pushed me!”

“No I didn’t, you’re just being dramatic.”

Hoseok pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering what he just walked himself in to. “I am definitely not in the mood for this,” he sighs,” Just get the frogs out of my house.”

“...Hello?”

Hoseok whips his head around and comes face to face with his neighbor, y/n. The first thing he notices about you is the earthy green sweater pulled over your figure. If he looks a little bit longer, he can register the small gold chain dangling around your neck and a baseball cap shading you from the bright sun. You look like you just came back from picking up some takeout, holding a small bag and a couple of drinks. At least two more frogs leap towards you, and you stumble to move out of the way.

“Woah,” you chuckle,” Hoseok, you’re not secretly a frog are you?”

You ended up helping the three capture the rest of the frogs with the additional help from your roommate, Namjoon. It wasn’t until his coffee panic did you two meet again.

It’s a cold winter morning, and Hoseok stumbles into the coffee shop in a 5 am morning haze. Hoseok’s hair is a mess and he’s not quite sure if he’s dressed properly, but he’s hoping that he still looks alright despite all of this.

He’s got to wake up for his exam today and somehow cram all of the material into his brain before the time comes. Hoseok squints at the menu for awhile, sleep still in his system. It’s only after minutes of not registering anything he’s read did he shrug and order his usual. Hoseok’s voice is groggy as he croaks out,” Can I have a uh... an Iced Caramel Macchiato? Quad shot, the biggest size you have please.”

The stoic cashier punches in his order and tell him the total. Hoseok nods, feeling around for his wallet. Casual searching turns into the kind of aggressive patting you see when you get flagged at the airport. Did he remember to bring money?

Fuck.

In his frantic search and desperation to not look panicked to the public eye, someone taps his shoulder. Hoseok turns around to see a deep and rich green, a denim sherpa draped over a pair of shoulders the arm belonged to. “I’ll pay.”

When he hears your voice, a sigh of relief escapes Hoseok’s lips, and the previous tension fades away. You move up ahead to order your drink and pay for his, smiling all the while. He gazes at your side profile; you always looked so good in green. In fact, he’s been seeing that a lot lately. Disaster strikes and somehow you’re there to save the day, sporting his favorite color. Like a good luck charm.

He hauls himself and the backpack he’s been carrying to a nearby table. The mahogany wood creaks a little at the sudden weight, but gives way for more. He pulls out your chair for you, trying to be polite to his favorite savior.

Maybe it was the fact that it was 5 am, or maybe it was the fact that you sat in front of him so beautifully and so closely, but he’s calmer than what he’d usually be. Like a perpetual state of limbo where you aren’t sure if everything is real or just a very hyperrealistic lucid dream, yet you still feel peace.

Light conversation floats here and there between you two. Even after the drinks come, you decide to stay with him, going as far as pulling out your own laptop to study. He never gets to tell you that you look pretty or the fact that he’s slowly falling in love with you, and he won’t get the chance to until you run into each other for a third time: The time when he gets to repay the favor.

“Are you shitting me right now?” You grumble,” At least a ‘sorry’ would be nice.” You glared at the stranger who’s still gripping the empty cup in their hand. Out of literally any other day that this could happen to you, why’d it have to be today?

Late and soaked to the bone, your spirit is now dwindling tenfold. You can still vividly recall his red slushie spilling onto your white sweater. The stained red fabric clings to your body, becoming colder and colder in the winter breeze. You can’t walk into class looking like this, your teacher probably wouldn’t let you set a single foot in the door to give your presentation. The presentation worth half your grade, might I add.

“Y/n?” A distant call reaches your ears. You would have imagined it if not for the Hoseok running at you full speed. Yet here he is, huffing and puffing across campus to reach you.

“Hoseok?”

He leans over, hands on his knees to try and catch his breath. You notice that he’s wearing a black t-shirt; is he not cold? A pile of velvety green catches your gaze: soft, warm fabric bunched in his hand. He reaches his arm out to you, revealing a green hoodie.

“Here.... You can...” He swallows harshly, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “...You can wear my hoodie. You’ve got a presentation, right?”

He looks up to meet your gaze, and the smile he gives you tugs at your heart strings. It skips one, maybe two beats, completely forgetting about how it needs to keep pumping in order to survive. Hesitantly you take it from him, briefly brushing against his cold fingers in return.

“It’s better than getting points taken off for attire. Besides,” He pauses for a moment, letting you pull the hoodie over you. “You always looked pretty in green.”

During your presentation, your mind kept wandering to Hoseok. ‘You always looked pretty in green.’ He made it sound so effortless, but the way it filled your gut with butterflies was no easy feat. The fabric enveloped your body like a gentle and inviting hug-- a hug from Hoseok, maybe?

You aren’t sure when you’d ever tell him that wearing green reminded you of him or that you’re definitely slowly falling for him, but it’s possible you’ll tell him one day. Maybe you’ll tell him the next time you two see each other.

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A/N: okay me saying “he’s wearing a black t-shirt” is literally dynamite hoseok,,

#bts #bts fic #bts x reader #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #bts jung hoseok x reader #bts hoseok x reader #bts jhope x reader #bts hobi x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop x reader #bangtan #bangtan boys #drabble #bts oneshot #bangtan x reader

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R E D || twenty

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[Soulmate! AU]

Yoongi is a famous artist trying to rekindle a childhood memory, but your dumbass doesn’t remember him at all; except as a fan ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Curse || Namjoon || e p i l o g u e

Genre: Fluff, Adventure, Fantasy

Summary: [Dragon! AU] [Namjoon x Knight! Reader]; Apparently there's been a dragon wreaking havoc in the nearby village, and so King Kim Seokjin asks you to deal with it as the newly appointed knight. When you arrive, it seems that the truth is not exactly as it appears. This is a Fem! reader.

Thank you to lovely @ahgassok for the title pic!! I am very much in love with it (o´ω｀o)

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Months after the curse was lifted, the Kingdom was back on its feet again. It took some time to rebuild, and with a new threat on the rise, production time was slower. Despite all of this, Namjoon’s rule opened up many possibilities the kingdom didn’t have before; He started an open funding for town merchants so they wouldn’t have to reside on the outskirts, started educating the young, and legalized the use of magic.

The original team became permanent assets within the kingdom. Yoongi and Taehyung regulated the purposes of witchcraft, Hoseok and Jimin worked in the Official Herbal Trade, and lastly, you and Jungkook were made head captains of the Kingdom’s knights.

“...My King,” You bow down at the throne before him,” you wanted to see me?” You look back up and gaze into his eyes, ones of which spoke of kindness and gentility. His purple hair swayed to the side when he tilts his head; a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m still your Namjoon, Lady y/n. I’m no different from you or Yoongi.” He chuckles. Your. The word almost slips past you, as if it was natural to assume he belonged to you. You heat up thinking about it, and your throat becomes dry trying to pretend it didn’t bother you.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer,” I.. I’m not sure you.. belong.. to me?” Your throat seizes up, making it hard for you to even say a full sentence. You were sure your embarrassment was apparent for you have never felt so warm in your suit of armor before.

Yes, you did have to admit that you have... feelings for him, but you never thought it would seep past the loyalty of a knight to their king. How did he know this weakness of yours? He watches your flustered state; it must be fun to tease your subjects, you grimaced.

“My dearest y/n,” He smiles the same one that your aching heart fell in love with. There he goes again, proclaiming mine, yours, his, hers, as if any of it held meaning. At this point, he’s walked from the elegant throne and stopped inches away from you. “never have there been a fairer one to behold. Until the end of time, I love you most.”

If you weren’t flabbergasted before, this definitely shook you to your core. A man professed his love to you, and all you can do is stare. Not only that, but it’s Kim Namjoon, the once cursed ruler. Before you can respond, a black cloaked figure zips pass you two.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi yells,” save me from this wretched beast!”

Moments later, Taehyung runs into the room and after Yoongi. “Uh that ‘wretched beast’ is your prince apprentice, asshat.” He laughs wholeheartedly. “This castle may be big enough for all of us, but that doesn’t mean this dead rat won’t find you!” Taehyung calls out after him whilst waving around a dead rodent.

He leaves as quickly as he entered, and just like that, you were alone again. It’s hard to believe that those two, with the occasional help from Jimin, are head of research on Leviathans. To catalog and eradicate, and yet here they were, goofing off like two little kids running around the castle.

“...Y/n,” Namjoon’s voice breaks your intense gaze on door Taehyung exited through. He’s not looking directly at you, but instead at his shoes. His voice wavers, trying its best to sound confident. “..I don’t think I’m better than any other man. In fact, I am probably the most broken one man can be, but I have grown fond of your presence. If you say that you love another, I’ll leave you be.” He pauses for a moment to stare into your bewildered gaze,”But for better or for worse, I know that I can’t love someone if it isn’t you.”

Despite being king, he’s remained the same Namjoon you once knew. No secrets, curses, or tyranny. It’s just selfless, compassionate Namjoon. He’s definitely matured from this adventure, but he’d be lying if he said Jin’s death didn’t leave a scar.

“Love takes time,” you breathe in deeply. Which only made you more aware of his presence when you smell the soft fragrance of lavender and steel. His palm reaches out and holds the side of your cheek, and you lean into his touch, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “If it means loving you, I am willing to spend a thousand lifetimes.”

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A/N: I’m so glad to have seen this through to the end! I originally started this on a whim, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d actually finish it. I am deeply grateful for the support of my friend who gave me the encouragement I needed to write again :) Thank you.

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