#*heart shatters into a million pieces on the floor and someone stomps on it*

[darkbeautyanime]

Pt. 2

“I did!” You screamed, so loud that your own ears wanted to burst. “Before the money, before the fame and before whatever it is that changed you so fucking much. To me? I loved you so much that I couldn’t possibly marry someone else because you were always on my king. You were the center of the universe. My universe, Oikawa. Now, you’re a rich playboy volleyball player.”

“You broke your engagement…because of me?” Oikawa’s voice wasn’t even angry anymore. It was a slight whisper, like his body wouldn’t allow him to vocalize any louder.

You turned away from him. Determined not to see you cry, or afraid that his sorrowful eyes would make you fall to his feet. “It doesn’t matter. I told you to get out.”

The lean stature of Oikawa stood like a statue infront of the door. Willing his hand to open it, so he could run away and drown in even more self pity, but something kept bringing him back to the room. He traced his eyes over all the belongings, the furniture.

His heart skipped a beat amidst simultaneously shattering. It was everything you both had bought together, the pieces you agreed to sell. It was also a mess, things thrown all over the floor. Crayons on the table and a half cup of chocolate milk left on the coffee table.

“If you want me to leave, I will, but I need to know why?” Oikawa stomped across the room, suddenly letting his reflexes do all of the movements. His large hands twisted your shoulders into his direction.

Large hazel eyes gazed down into yours, asking and yelling a million questions. “Why what?”

“Why would you keep all of our things? Why did you break up your engagement? Why haven’t you tried to call me in years?” The questions flew out of his mouth, almost inhumanly possible, but you could see the desperation in his eyes.

“I don’t know. What do you want me to tell you, Toru? That I’m still as in love with you as I was back then? That I was waiting for you to burst into my door and want me back?” You flared your nostrils and bit at him. Anger being the only solution to not allow yourself to lean up a few inches on your top toes and kiss him. “Because that’s not the truth!”

All the energy and hope he held flew away, suddenly no where to be found. His body slumped away from yours, the rejection taking his breath away. “I just want to know that you’re happy. That what I did wasn’t a mistake.”

“The only mistake that happened was you leaving, without a goodbye or a note. But don’t worry I got to see you all over the news and Olympics.” Poison dripped from your mouth with every word that leaked from it. It was as if it was all happening again, you were alone and scared.

He sighed, he was never good with feelings or how to explain what he wanted. “I know what I did was stupid, but we never wanted the same things. I needed the job in Argentina and you were with the publishing house. I knew you’d never go.”

“You keep telling yourself that to make you feel better. That talking to me about it wasn’t the best option you had instead of vanishing without a trace!” You began to let your voice get loud again but immediately stopped. You knew that yelling wouldn’t help this situation.

Oikawa was more confused at your subtle change, how you were seething but not screaming at him. You were always aggressive and loud when it came to your irritation and vexation.

“This conversation is going no where, Oikawa. Leave. It’s late and I’m not telling you again.” You spoke almost inhuman. Like you were so devoid of emotions that you weren’t capable of anymore conversation.

Oikawa exhaled, clearly more upset and confused. He only wanted answers. But instead of arguing with you further, he walked out the door, slamming it shut.

You fell to the floor, knees slightly cracking onto the hardwood. You couldn’t help but cry.

Your sobs almost covered the sounds of small footsteps approaching. They were light and shuffled.

“Mommy, I heard yelling. Why’re you sad?” The small boy sat beside you on the floor, trained on your wet eyes.

You smiled through your tears, seeing his little concerned face light up in spite of his mom being upset. “It’s nothing, baby.”

You pulled yourself up and followed by pulling him into your arms. He giggled.

“Mommy, airplane. Airplane!”

“Only if you promise to go back to bed.” You said sternly, fixing a small brown curl out of place on his forehead.

“I promise!” He proceeded to giggle as you flew him across the room. He suddenly stopping making any noises as you approached the front door.

You looked up to see that Oikawa stood, mouth agape and shock covering every part of his body.

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@darkbeautyanime this work is mine and should not be copyrighted.

#haikyuu oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa fic #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa angst #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa scenarios

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Kiss Prompt #4 "Character A kisses Character B to break a curse." (first time): Lambert/Eskel or Eskel/Lambert, plz & thanks! 💜

4. Character A kisses Character B to break a curse.

Lambert had first heard about the Stone Pilgrim* when eavesdropping on the locals in a public house. Sometimes, a little ear-wigging was the best way to secure some work. As he sipped idly at a flagon of ale that tasted only slightly of piss, the local farm labourers discussed the ‘sad’ fate of the witcher they had sent to lift the curse on the old abbey. The curse had been cast many decades ago by a witch. She had been jilted by the local blacksmith who had declined her advances and refused to marry her. In her fanatical rage, she had sealed herself inside the town’s chapel, placing a powerful curse by sacrificing her own life. Now, if one who suffered a sickness of the heart—love unrequited—was inside the Abbey when the bells tolled at sunrise, they turned to stone.

“Who woulda thought a witcher was capable of love,” said one of the men at the end of their discussion. “I was always told they were heartless bastards. Felt nothing.”

Lambert, who had been growing steadily more enraged by the direction of the conversation, rose suddenly. The scrape of the chair legs drew the attention of all the patrons clustered around the central table. “How’d you break the curse on the pilgrim?” he demanded.

“Bugger, it’s another ploughin’ witcher,” another said, and the others shifted uneasily. “We’re not lookin’ for trouble, we—.”

“How—do—you—break—the curse?” Lambert repeated, slowly. He wouldn’t usually worry about some stray witcher. it was his own stupid fault for getting himself into such a mess, but the condescending tone of the villagers was too much for him to take. Witchers are unfeeling. Witchers are incapable of love. He was sick and tired of this fucking bullshit. No one deserved to die because of their fucking prejudice.

“Kill the wraith and give ‘im a kiss,” one of the waitresses offered, smearing a partially cleaned glass with the filthy rag in her hand. “‘E needs a kiss, from someone ‘oo loves ‘im. Gods rest ‘is soul.”

Yeah, of course. Because who could ever love a witcher? Lambert snatched up his swords and stomped out of the tavern. It took him half an hour to locate the abbey and, after checking the positioning of the sun, he headed inside with a moon dust bomb and some spectre oil. The witcher he found, crouched low on the floor as if protecting something, near stopped his heart.

“Eskel,” Lambert whispered, kneeling down at Eskel’s feet. He had thrown up a heliotrope to try and… deflect a curse? What the hell—? His other arm was wrapped around something that was no longer there. Something small and low to the ground. Lambert reached out with shaking fingers and stroked Eskel’s cheek. The stone was cold beneath his touch and he followed the curve of it to the dips of Eskel’s scars. The curse had frozen his grimace of pain in place.

Lambert found Eskel’s sword nearby. He had discarded it in his haste to protect whatever was important to sacrifice his fucking life for, and Lambert felt a surge of indignant anger. Nothing in this world was worth Eskel. Nothing. How the hell was he going to fix this? How was he going to get Eskel back to Kaer Morhen? How—? No. First thing’s first. The witch needed to perish.

Predictably, the bitch was an absolute pain in the backside to kill. She shrieked so loudly that his ears hurt, and smashed through the grip of his yrden more than once. The moondust bomb was enough to dazzle her, and after a few hits with an oiled blade, her movements slowed. Twenty minutes before sunset, she finally burst into flames, fluttering to the floorboards in a curtain of ash. Yeah, a difficult fight, but one Eskel would’ve won. Something had distracted him.

Lambert took a moment to catch his breath, his gaze finding Eskel’s petrified form. He had been worried about knocking him over by accident. Shattering him into a million pieces. The fight would have been a little easier with aard, but Lambert couldn’t chance it. In the silence that followed his kill, a stupid thought took root in his mind. He could kiss Eskel. Those quiet feelings he’d harboured for so many years—the warmth under his skin whenever Eskel touched him, the flutter in his stomach whenever Eskel smiled, the stray thoughts that plagued him on the Path when he was lonely—perhaps they might be enough. But weren’t Witchers incapable of love, weren’t—? He cut the train of thought off at the source. His resentment at such a claim had driven him to Eskel’s side in the first place. It was bullshit propaganda spread by unfeeling assholes.

“Right,” Lambert stepped forward, placing his sword against a broken pew. “I want you to know that, usually, I’d take you out for dinner first. Nice bowl of something meaty, hoping that it wouldn’t be the only meaty thing to go in my mouth that night. Or the only potatoes.” He was waffling. To a statue. Lambert rubbed vigorously at his face to psyche himself up, and stepped a little closer. If this didn’t work, then there was no one around to watch his heart break, was there? It was all good.

He knelt down before Eskel’s crouched form and breathed into his palm to check his breath. Eh. Passable. Stone-skel didn’t really have any right to complain now, did he? Lambert inhaled deeply through his nose, leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

For a single, heart-stopping moment, nothing happened. And then everything happened all at once. The cold stone beneath his lips flooded with warmth. Eskel fell as his limbs returned to life, but Lambert caught him before he could buckle to the floor. With gentle, bewildered reverence, Lambert propped Eskel against his knee, his own heart thundering in his chest. “Welcome back, big guy,” he croaked, fighting to keep his voice steady. It worked. His kiss had worked.

“Where—? You—.” Eskel tried, but his throat was dry. Lambert left him briefly to snatch his water skin from the bag he had stashed by the door. After a few swigs, Eskel was ready to talk again. “Did you see the kid?”

“The kid?”

“Yeah,” Eskel sighed, “I was fightin’ the damned witch and this little girl—she must’ve been hidin’ behind some furniture—and—.”

“You played the hero,” Lambert grunted. “Geralt has that niche covered. You fuckin’ idiot.”

Eskel grunted vaguely, still a little frazzled from his time as a garden ornament. Then something rather important dawned on him. “You kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Lambert said casually.

“And it turned me back.”

“Apparently so, I mean—.”

Before Lambert could talk himself out of being a hero, Eskel reached up, grabbed him by the chin, and pulled him down for a kiss. Of course, Eskel would have done all the research on the case before he even thought about drawing a sword. A kiss that revived a Stone Pilgrim meant only one thing. Eskel intended to enjoy this second kiss. And the next one. And many fucking more after that.

* Based on Polish mythology: At the village of Nowa Słupia in Poland there is the so-called Stone Pilgrim (Kamienny pielgrzym), a stone figure of a kneeling man, located near main entrance to the National Park. According to a legend, the figure once was a vain knight, who went on a pilgrimage to the abbey. Upon hearing the sound of the bells, he stated that they tolled in his honor, for which he was punished and turned into stone. The figure moves towards the summit at a pace of one grain of sand a year, and it will reach the top at the end of the world.

#rawrkinwrites #kissing prompts #Lambert #Eskel #Lambskel #Eskel x Lambert #Eskel/Lambert

[neighborhoodparker]

Book: Novitious

Word count: 2,191

Summary: Cedric dies. Cho wasn’t the one dating him.

Drabble, Cut Scene, or Request: Drabble! A version of this may potentially be seen in the books.

She felt like she had been sitting here for hours. The sleek wood seat underneath her rear had grown uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that no matter how much she shifted she was unable to find peace in her lower back and thighs. At this point, she was nearly ready to burst out of her own skin - her whole body was trembling in anxiousness for Cedric, her Cedric. Amos had long ago given up on trying to comfort the young girl. Instead, he had his own worry plastered across his body - shown in the way his right leg continuously brushed up and down against her left, shown in the worn fingernails he had started chewing on, shown in the way his eyes continuously raked across the hedge mass that filled what was once the Quidditch pitch. 

Cedric’s favorite sweater had been pulled over her small frame before they had left the Hufflepuff dormitories to come to the pitch. It was a little big for her, as the sleeves fell past her hands and the left shoulder had slipped down to reveal some of her bare skin. She also had his most favorite, well-worn scarf curled loosely around her neck; he had given it to her as an extra way to keep her calm. The way his scent engulfed her from the clothes did take an edge off of her consuming anxiety, but it didn’t stop her body from shaking uncontrollably. She knew that something was wrong. Her gut was continuously twisting in on itself, making her feel nauseous and light-headed. She swore her heart was beating millions of beats per minute - she almost felt sick from how hot her skin was growing. In an effort to cook herself down, she shoved the sleeves up to her elbows. Her eyes made contact with Amos as she looked at him for the billionth time in the past ten minutes alone.

“He’ll be okay.” Amos whispered, offering her a shaky smile.

She wasn’t sure if he entirely believed the words he was saying to her. His whole posture screamed unease, and the glistening in his eyes was telling her that he felt the same undeniable sense of horror bubbling very deep within his bones. She took a deep, soft breath before forcing herself to return the smile. It felt awkward and out of place on her lips; she knew now wasn’t the time for such pleasantries. She shifted once more, leaning her right side into Neville’s left. He offered her a quick squeeze of her opposing shoulder, but his eyes were transfixed on the hedge looming in front of them. She had to assume the reason she was so anxious was because of everyone around her. Her empathic tendencies were making it way worse than it needed to be. Cedric would be fine. She didn’t think Dumbledore would want to risk losing someone so kind, so good, so strong. He would want him when the war she knew was on the horizon finally collapsed upon their reality. 

Her hand found Neville’s, lacing their fingers together. She had been continuously going back and forth between holding his hand, leaning against him for comfort - and offering her own shoulder for Amos to briefly lean against as new waves of anxiety drowned over him. She had lost track of where her boyfriend was in the maze a while ago; if she was asked, she wouldn’t be able to tell how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity since he and Harry had disappeared within the misshapen claws of the final Triwizard Tournament task. 

After she had grasped his hand, trying not to hold it too tightly, she managed to steal a glance of two forms appearing outside of the maze. Her view was then obscured by the sudden movement of everyone around her; their various builds jumping to their feet in lieu of celebratory noises. The music began to play, but she couldn’t fight the panic that began to build in her chest. It bubbled quickly. It simply started around her heart as it constricted, inching down inside her before it slammed into her lungs - taking all air out of her body as her diaphragm was soon swallowed by what she could only recognize as dread. It quickly spread after, making every inch of her body feel numb. She was caught off-guard; she wasn’t sure why she was experiencing such hysteria. Another deep breath filled her lungs as she noticed Amos was trying to get through the horde that kept him stuck by his seat.

Her body went to follow, but was quickly pulled to a halt. Neville was gripping her hand in a fashion that almost hurt. She met his eyes with confusion - he was filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place, like it was a mixture. Dumbledore was yelling at Harry in the background. Every sound made it clear to her that she had been shoved under water, that she was on the verge of drowning in something she hadn’t yet discovered. She realized, with shock, that the emotions he was showing were a mixture of fear, sorrow, and distress. He discovered something she didn’t. Her eyebrows furrowed as she went to follow Amos again and his grip tightened, preventing her from moving.

“Nev, are you crazy? Let me go,” She tugged her arm. “Cedric’s there.”

“Isobel, you can’t go down there.” He stated.

“Neville, let me go.” She pulled against him again, starting to give him a glare.

“Is…” He trailed off.

“Neville. Let. Me. Go.” She demanded. 

Her attention was drawn away from him for a split second, allowing her to see as the crowd around her paused - almost as if they were all involuntarily holding in the same exact breath. He seemed to grip even tighter on her wrist - and she cried out in response. He was trying to keep her from seeing something traumatizing, but was hurting her in the process. She could almost feel the regret of it oozing out of his body. 

“You’re hurting me.” She almost growled, starting to become hysteric as she tried to pull away from him. ”Neville, please let go.”

He refused, but it didn’t matter. In the next second, screams from Amos were filling the air - letting everyone know his anguish in something that had to do with his son. She slammed her foot against Neville’s groin without even thinking. She jerked her hand back as he doubled over in pain but she didn’t stay to make sure he was okay. Her body moved on it’s own as she shoved through the crowd, pushing and shoving to get down the stands, down to where she had briefly seen the outline of Cedric and Harry. 

Someone was calling her name. She couldn’t tell who it was in her state of pure alarm, but if she had glanced back she would have seen Neville moving to grasp Draco’s arm - to hold him back from running to her. It was difficult to get through the mass of students, almost like they were all attempting to block her from getting down to the Diggorys. She could hear the older man sobbing, and she knew that the feeling she had in her gut since she had said goodbye to him wasn’t a mistake. Something awful, terrible, wretched had happened out in the maze. 

She finally broke through the horde, and all anyone could hear was a loud, awful, gut-wrenching shriek. Laying there, in his father’s arms, was the first person she had really loved with her whole heart. And he was pale. Lifeless. His eyes stared blankly at the sheet of stars above him, his chest giving no movement. His father was clinging to him like he was the only thing still anchoring him to the world. The grief she felt yanked her forward; it made her legs collapse, her lungs stall, her eyes widened. She was caught by the rough embrace of someone - nearly taking both of them down to the ground with the blunt force of her anguish. She barely recognized that it was Harry as he pulled her into his chest. He tried to hide her from the heart-breaking sight in front of her - even though he knew it would forever be etched in her mind.

Suddenly she was seven years old again, breaking as Draco’s arms held her. Suddenly, she was back in the home she hadn’t seen in months - back in the manor that she had lost so much of her childhood to. Draco was holding her tightly, almost like he was scared she would sink through the floor and disappear if he didn’t try to hold all of her pieces together. Suddenly, it was her mother splayed out on the marble floor, her spiritless body outlined by a growing crimson puddle. She wasn’t fifteen, collapsed on the field of a Quidditch pitch in the arms of Harry. She was at home, witnessing the cruelty of her father; witnessing her world crashing down around her. She was experiencing a pain she thought nothing could ever beat. Her sobs were filling the large foyer of her father’s home, echoing throughout the empty space that was just so previously filled with screams from her mother, that was filled with Draco begging her to stay back with him. 

And it didn’t matter if she was fifteen or seven. Because her heart broke all the same. The pain in her chest was immense, vast, monumental. It engulfed her. Her heart had been seized out of her chest and thrown at the ground, just before it was stomped, crushed, pulverized underneath the cruel heel of life. She shattered as her brain filtered through a long list of everything she would never get to see through with Cedric, filtered through the myriad of things his father would never live to see, filtered through the life they one day could have had. And she was that fifteen year old collapsed on the pitch. She was the fifteen year old girl struggling to stay afloat as her grief threatened to drown her. She was the fifteen year old girl who had just lost the one thing that had seen her through her darkest moments. 

There she was, wishing the same blond-haired boy was there holding her as her whole world churned, tumbled, disintegrated. But she had a brown-haired boy instead, one with uncontrollable locks and teary eyes hidden behind crooked frames. She took what she was given, accepted that she had lost that blond-haired boy two years ago, accepted that she had Harry. She forced her hands to relieve their tight grip on his jersey before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as he hugged her tightly to his shaking form. He was crying right along with her and she wanted to help him, wanted to comfort him and reassure him that everything would eventually be okay. But she didn’t want to lie to him, she couldn’t. She didn’t believe that they would be okay again. Cedric was a loss to the Wizarding World. He was a loss that she didn’t know that she could bounce back from, that anyone could bounce back from. He was a lively, beautiful soul that had offered her a safe haven - he had given so many people hope that things would turn out okay. 

Instead, Harry was here - comforting the girl who was always there for other people. It broke her even more to think of how she was failing to help those she loved, but she couldn’t calm herself down enough to help him out. Her chest was still heaving with panic and, though the tears had stopped, her shoulders still shook from the force of now silent sobs. She was terrified that he would let her go, that he would help her back to her dorm and leave her alone. She didn’t want to be left alone; she hadn’t been since she had first met Cedric, since she had moved in with Sirius. She couldn’t handle this loss. She didn’t know what would happen if she was left alone. 

“Harry, do you think you could carry her? Let’s clear the area. We’ve already got most of the audience out.” A rough, cracking voice spoke up - pulling her attention away from her screeching thoughts.

She only moved to cling more securely to Harry, squeezing her eyes closed as the owner of the voice pulled them off the ground. She didn’t want to get another glimpse of Cedric. It was already carved into her brain. It took her far too long to process that the voice belonged to Mad-Eye Moody, but she didn’t care. She was more worried that Harry would decide she was okay alone and would leave her. Even so, she was more worried about the feeling of dread growing once again in her stomach. It was almost unsaid between the two of them that they knew that Cedric’s death marked the beginning of the war. This would only be the first of many deaths that would completely alter her existence.

#trsdrafts #theredemptionseriesdrafts

[vminity21]

Promise Me | pjm

Pairing: Actor!Jimin X Actress!Reader, ot7 featured, friendshiptolovers!au

Word Count: 17, 280

Genre: fluff/soft/angst/smut

Warning(s): mega-angst, family rivalry, eventual smut, losing virginity, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mild language use Rated: 18+

Summary: You and Park Jimin, two best friends who grow up together, pursue each of your careers in acting. Even after a horrible misunderstanding which then leads to losing contact, the two of you never give up on your dreams. Nor, do you give up on each other. 

Credit to: @suhdays​ for making such an awesome cover!

He relies on his elbow while he slides to lay on his side, beat up converse crossing at the ankles while the loose scrape of his jacket sounds when greeted by the hardwood floor; his cheek brushes your shin once he makes himself comfortable. Your arms are folded across the tops of your knees where you rest your chin, staring at him fondly as you wait for his cue to speak, "You know you can trust me," he flashes a full smile- eyes disappearing into crescents causing your heart to melt at his overwhelming beauty.

"I know, I just... It's not you, it's me," you say, the cliché line sounding believable coming from your lips. Looking towards his clasped hands in response, he nods,

"It's not you, it's me... I've said that plenty of times in my life,"

"So, you understand me," you muse with the raise of your eyebrows hoping your stare exuberates your flirty side. When he returns to peer up at you, his thick lips poise with a slight twitch as if he's conjuring up a reply,

"Come here," he tilts his head up while you maneuver yourself to reach him- lips lock in the most passionate mold, and when he moves to where he can easily pull you closer, his kiss almost makes you forget where you are. Your hand trails to tangle with his blonde strands, getting lost in the movement he makes while he leans back, pulling you with him as previously practiced-

CRASH!

Jumping at the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass, wide eyes stare at the culprit of your piggy bank that fell from the pedestal he happened to lean against for support. Gulping, coins and dollar bills sparsely decorate the floor with the jagged pieces, but none of that is the reason why your heart is pounding with intense fear. There, lying in the jumbled mess of a pile is a couple of ID cards to cover your real identity.

He stands to his feet slowly, taking careful steps toward the muddle.

"I- I can-" You begin, trying to gather an explanation- watching him shuffle up the cards when a façade of shock covers his expression.

"What- what are these?" Anger darkens his eyes with the subtle rise of his voice.

"I can- I can explain-" tears brim the moment he halts your words by holding out his hand.

"No. Don't. I think I've seen enough," he tosses the cards onto your bed before stomping toward the door. Jolting to your feet, you mirror panic,

"No, Sam, please! Wait, please!"

Chasing after him, he spins around, "We're done, Kylee," he removes your hand that happened to reach his shoulder, "Or is that even your real name?"

"CUT!" The director, Steve Aoki, calls and with accomplished smiles, you and Jimin turn to face the cast and crew, "Wonderful, wonderful! Absolutely astounding!" Steve applauds, congratulating the pair of you while the two of you step away from the set. "I know this movie will make it to the big screen if the two of you continue performing like that!"

"Thank you, Steve," Jimin slightly bows forward with a sweet grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. He slips his arm around your waist with pride, "What can I say? I have a great co-star!"

"Ah, the chemistry!" Steve exclaims.

"Well, thank you to the both of you," you gleam with flattery, leaning into Jimin's side with the tint of a blush heating your cheeks, "I'm having a great time."

"We'll film more scenes with the two of you tomorrow. Right now, we need to film action scenes with the stunt doubles," Steve quickly kisses the side of your forehead before walking off, "Take five, everyone!" He shouts, clapping his hands to disperse the workers into a break.

"I must say, I'm really enjoying this movie with you, Chim," you compliment as he leads you to the refreshment table. Bottles of water sit in perfect rows in front of the snacks- cheese cubes and crackers tempting to relieve your growling stomach.

"I can say the same to you, [Y/Nickname]," Jimin reaches for two waters and hands one to you in which you take a few sips once you screw off the lid. As crazy as it sounds, Jimin has been your best friend for as long as you can remember.

Born to wealthy parents, a couple years after you came your sister. From the day you learned how to speak and understand the world around you, a dream was created that revolved around the career of acting. That's all you've ever wanted to do, and in elementary school, where you got to experience your first taste of this dream, you landed a role as Mrs. Scrooge in the Christmas play. Since none of the young boys tried out for the part, they changed the character to a woman the moment they discovered your talent. After your performance, you received numerous compliments that you were beyond grateful for, and since then you knew, acting was your definite calling. Sure, you had only been in fifth grade, but you loved being on the stage. It gave you a new perspective of every character you played- a new way of seeing life played out before you behind someone else's eyes. The stage – you were in your comfort zone. There, you felt home.

You had spoken to your parents about your dream to find that they were thrilled about your hope in acting. Your mom had warned you though that you needed to be patient; landing a show or movie role could be an incredibly hard task. Promising to be patient, like any kid would have, you kept your eyes peeled for any announcement of an audition. First, you started small- your mom had found auditions for commercials, and that was when you officially began the acting business. Three commercials down, and then you attempted in auditioning for TV shows which you hadn't had much success, and you wore the face of a broken-hearted girl. You figured you would never be good enough for the big screen with how everything was panning out, yet one day, auditions were being held in your city for a romantic comedy that was going to be filmed in the same spot also. A young girl was needed that would resemble the main actress in order to accomplish flashback scenes. Of course, you begged your mother to take you once you received the news.

Sitting in the waiting area the day of, your mother had driven you and your sister all the way to the location, and it felt like days when in all reality it had been three hours before your turn was called. The audition line was packed, and your sister had been growing anxious, wanting food or water, anything that would keep her entertained. Your mom comforted her by handing her a notebook and a pen from her purse, "Here baby, draw on this, okay?"

You remembered seeing a girl similar in age to you exit into the lobby with a confident smile. Your heart rammed within your chest as your sweaty palms rubbed against your jeans. Each child had been handed a script to study in the time leading up to this moment you were anxious to begin. C'mon... You can do this. Your eyes shot up in the direction of where a door opened, "Next!" A lady with long, dark hair smiled at you kindly when she caught your timid eyes, and out of habit, something you even did at doctor visits, you turned to your mother as if to ask for permission to follow what seemed to be a genuine woman.

"Go on," your mom said softly, "I believe in you."

Comfort eased your countenance and you left with a smile in determination of needing to nail this audition. If your parents, believed in you, then you knew that you could do it. The squeak of the chair sounded the moment you rose to your feet soon finding yourself inside the audition room where the only thing you could hear was the light thudding of your heartbeat. A red cloth adorned the table before you, where four judges remained seated. One male with gray hair chewed on the back of his pencil before looking up at you behind thick-rimmed glasses.

"How are you today, Miss-" He looked over at a clipboard lying in front of the woman who led you to the audition room, "[Y/N]?"

"I'm good, how are you, sir?" You put on your best smile with pure genuine though your hands quivered at your sides.

"Good," he sounded cheery for that second, "Okay, Mrs. Yeun is going to read the lines which will be spoken by the character, Will." He gestured briefly to the left in introduction of a lady holding a clipboard, "And after she finishes her lines, that's when you'll obviously speak. Start your first line when you're ready,"

Looking back, you're sure he must have repeated himself a million times that day with each audition, yet you still felt as though you were the only soul surrounded by strangers though many mirrored the same feeling. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes while your fingers curled into your palms- releasing the moment you exhaled- gradually opening your eyes once you imagined yourself as the character you were supposed to be.

"Will!" You exclaimed whilst envisioning the highlighted lines you studied thoroughly- waving your arms frantically in the air as if to gain the fiction boy's attention, "Will! I- I found it! I found the treasure!"

"You did?" Though the voice of a woman read the part, you still pretended to see a messy haired boy with a galaxy of life behind his almond eyes while he rushed to see what you claimed you had found, "By golly, you did!"

The man then wanted you to read more of a serious scene between your character, Rose, and Will. Trying to think of sad things to keep your expression gloomy, forced tears welled within your eyes just enough to make your character compelling which resulted in applauding judges bidding a slew of congratulations after jotting down a few notes.

"We'll reach out if you make callbacks," the man nodded once and that's all it took before you ran out of the room with a smile from ear to ear. It took only a few days before you received a call back in which you were able to audition a second time but in front of the actual director of the film. You returned to Rose, the character you had grown to love already. This time, it took weeks before you had a callback, ending in nights of nervous tears that maybe your dreams wouldn't come true after all- your parents reassured you despite the inner angst of wondering the same as you, and told you not to give up no matter what the circumstances.

It was the call that changed your life forever. Dancing in the kitchen alongside your mother who was stirring the batter for some cupcakes, you remember as though it was only yesterday, small fingers gripping the device before greeting the person on the other end.

"Is this [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]?"

Your mom mouthed 'who is it?' when she caught the way your lips had parted in confusion at the male voice you couldn't recognize on the spot, but you answered, "Yes, sir," anyway. It was the screaming in excitement that nearly knocked the bowl out of your mother's hands when you heard the man confirm the hope you've so desperately held onto,

"Well, [Y/N]! I am thrilled to say that you made the part of Rose!"

Arrangements were then made- the company in charge of the movie rented a home for your family to stay in while the movie was being filmed, and considering the duration of how long a movie can be to make, your mother began to homeschool you to keep you from falling behind. On your first day of work, the cast members had gotten together to review the script. Your mother was hesitant to drop you off at first without her being by your side, but with the assurance from the director of your safety, she reluctantly agreed to let you go. Teary-eyed from the anxious feeling pounding in your chest, you walked into the room where a table full of adults greeted you along with two teenagers scrunched next to three empty seats. Not one soul seemed close to your age just yet, but you were politely introduced to your fellow castmates which relieved you enough to promise yourself everything would be okay.

"Hi, you must be Ye-jin!" The voice of a young boy rattled behind you causing you to gasp softly before whirling around to face your intruder. Dark hair swooped across his forehead where almond eyes presented eager, brown irises that beamed with kindness; his wrinkled light blue t-shirt was loose on his tiny frame as well as his jeans, and he was not much taller than you from what you observed.

"Oh no, sweetie!" The surrounding table erupted in frilly laughter, "I'm Son Ye-jin!" The most lovely woman you had ever seen gushed at his widening smile.

"Oh! Well, I'm Jimin! Park Jimin!"

"Well, the two of you take a seat. The director will be here any minute," a handsome man nestled beside Ye-jin gestured toward the empty seats you and Jimin waltzed to occupy. A few minutes of chatter filled the room while your eyes scanned the scene before as any child would do when uncertain of what would be happening next, but that's when a poke on your shoulder disrupted your stares,

"What's your name?" Jimin asked the second your eyes timorously moved to meet his.

"[Y/F/N]. [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]," You replied, "And you're Jimin,"

"Yes! I play Will! You must play Rose,"

"I do!"

The director and producers filed into the room before any more conversation could be continued, and for the next hour, the plot of the movie was further explained, though now, being an adult, looking back, you understand the synopsis much more than when you were ten years old first hearing it. The main characters discovered a treasure when they were children, unraveling secrets that could be worth a fortune. When the couple became adults, though had lost touch throughout the years, they never forgot about the treasure and the two individually set out to find it yet again. Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other and a love/hate relationship ensued until they found what they were looking for.

You and Jimin started filming different scenes together over the next five months after the script had been explained and reviewed. The pair of you became inseparable, growing closer with each scene finished. There was never a day that went by where you hadn't begged your parents to let him come over just for the two of you to practice your lines for whatever scheduled time for filming was planned next. Your father would bring home ice cream whenever he got off work to surprise you, your sister as well as your newfound friend, and you will never forget Jimin's melted chocolate smile or the way the ice cream would drip from his chin onto whichever shirt he'd claim was his favorite. Throwing a fit of giggles, he would chase you around the yard until he'd catch you- tickling your tummy until you took your outburst back. He also loved drawing with your sister, something he wasn't very good at, but he liked giving her company to prevent her from ever feeling left out.

Whenever the cast and crew had days off, Jimin would return to his hometown and you never could shake the loneliness you endured without him around. Though your sister enjoyed drawing or watching a movie, you more so preferred being outdoors, or practicing your lines which had been a daily chore since you became a part of this movie project, and of course, when Jimin would return, the pair of you would be driven to set to get back to work.

One particular scene, one you will never let be forgotten in your heart, is a moment where Will and Rose made an oath to be best friends forever. You and Jimin were directed to a swing set where the two of you took your seats, slightly swaying forward while the cameramen stood where assigned. Powder was dusted upon you and Jimin's faces to finalize everything before the yell of, "Action!" was voiced.

"You know, Rose?" Jimin became Will almost instantly, a talent not many ten-year-old children can perfect, but from what you remember, he had and has continued to blow minds away even from the beginning of his career. His expression was serious while his gaze remained on you as practiced. "I need you to promise me something,"

Looking at your black slippers, you noticed the swings were edging simultaneously, but you kept your focus solely on the words you were about to speak, "What is it, Will?" You tried to pull off your best curious face.

"I mean promise, even if you get tired of playing checkers with me,"

"Yes," you urged.

"And, if you get tired of playing tag even though you're always 'it,'"

"Yes," you dragged the word length in attempt to feign impatience.

"I mean you have to really promise me,"

"Okay, Will! I really, really promise," the wind calmed just enough to where your hair stopped tickling the sides of your face. Jimin hopped off the swing while his footsteps paused to face you completely. Even though you both were in acting mode, there was something serious behind his umber eyes that only you could see. One of the cameramen moved to film the side angles of you and Jimin's faces in order to capture the scene the way it had been imagined. Sometimes, with the camera being so close, it was hard to ignore, but at that moment, you were too absorbed with your character and Jimin's eyes to even glimpse in the camera's direction.

"Promise me that no matter what, we'll be best friends forever," the blurred sight of Jimin's pinky finger carefully raised in your line of vision, and for dramatic effect, you were told to count to three before your cue to say your line,

"I promise," you curled your pinky and locked it with Jimin's while a shy smile became present upon your lips, "Best friends forever."

"CUT! That's a wrap!" The director had said, but you vaguely remember that. All you had on your mind was the moment you and Jimin had shared. Though your lines had been written from a script, the two of you meant every word. That's why the scene had seemed so believable because there was truth in it.

Jimin was your best friend since that very day, and you pursued your dreams and have landed roles in plenty of hit movies since moving back to your hometown seven years ago. You're now a pretty well-known actress, but others find you humble in the fact that you never seem to show it off nor let the fame get to your head. Being seen in public has become one of caution, yet you adore every fan that comes your way asking for an autograph or a picture just so the memory of meeting you can be burned into their hearts forever.

Your dad, after your first movie, was transferred to officially work at a better job that happened to be in the same city that Jimin and his family lived in, which prompted your family to move being your mom as well as his became very good friends. You attended school with him at this point which he guided you due to you had been growing used to homeschool since your first movie. It was safe at the time to roam the halls of school- you and Jimin never became really famous, but your popularity gained with the pupils once joined the drama club resulting in auditioning for every musical or play the school had to offer. So, did your partner in crime, Park Jimin.

"You're doing it again," you snap back to the present with a sharp shaking of your head to dissolve the thoughts now scattering into your subconscious. Eyes clearing, you realize you've been zoned out for quite some time considering the subtle crease of worry tinged within Jimin's gaze.

"Sorry, Chim. I'm kinda-"

"Dazed," he finishes your sentence- his pink lips pressing into a tease of a smile.

"You know me so well,"

"I do," he winks taking a sip of his water bottle- swishing it around before swallowing, "Want to go out tonight? My schedule's clear for once,"

With busy lives of movies, sponsorships, premiers, cocktail parties, and anything revolving around this world of being on the go, it's hard to truly find the time to spend together which is something you've forced yourself to accept. But, miraculously, tilting your head, you comb back through your memory to realize you are, indeed, free this evening, "I would really like that, Chim. Thanks," you smile, excited to spend time by his side without cameras rolling in both your faces.

"No problem," he slips his hand in yours, carefully scanning behind you to confirm that not one person is watching. His warm fingers intertwine with yours while he leans closer, plush lips nearly tickling your temple, "Besides, I miss spending time with you," he whispers, you repressing the obvious tingles spreading across your skin- you turn in the direction of where the exit is visible, him following suit though hands remain locked.

"You're spending time with me now," you tease.

"You know what I mean," he rolls his eyes, yet his smile remains so wide, you feel the elevation of your heart flying. You love his smile, everything about him makes your head spin into a dizzy world of happiness. He's one of the biggest heartthrobs in the world; girls go crazy with his presence being in the same room as them; and, with many knowing him and his six best friends like the Bible, they don't really know Jimin like you do. It's the same for you, too. You love your fans more than life; you love reaching out to them on social media- signing at cons- meeting them in public when recognized and hearing the endless compliments on how wonderful you did in whatever movie has been released where you're the star of the plot. But as many times as he's said it, Jimin will always be your number one fan.

The fan who knows you.

Starring alongside him in the recent movie the pair of you have been working on was intimidating at first. You're not sure on how the press will react, or fans, or... the world. Jimin landed the role of Sam and nearly begged you to try out for Kylee who would in due course be the love interest for Jimin's character.

"Please! I'm begging you! You'll love it! It has action in it!" He nodded quickly while a ginormous smile with the shimmering pearl of his teeth nearly blinded you- his hands clasped together beneath his chin before he popped up and down in desperation, "Steve Aoki is the director and when I mentioned you to play the female lead, he freaked! He agreed that you should do it! C'mon [Y/N], please! You'd be brilliant!"

"Is this another excuse for you to kiss me again-"

"So, what if it is," Jimin's hands unlatched, "Are you complaining?"

Though it was merely a tease, your chest heated with a deep shade of red- your head shaking incredulously as you placed your palms upon your hips. You dragged on about another minute with skeptical eyes before lifting your hands in defeat, "Okay, I'll do it,"

"YES! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jimin grasped you in his arms while he spun you around- laughter being the only sound filling the space of his apartment. When you auditioned, you landed the role on the spot which led to Jimin whisking you into the air out of a manner of rejoicing. Your family cheered you on as well, proud of all your successes in the career you've accomplished. After skimming through the script for Kylee, you called one of your good friends, Maeve, thrilled about your new job. Maeve had played your best friend in a movie about five years prior, when you were nineteen, resulting in the two of you becoming real friends instantly.

"You already know I'm going to be front row when it's finally released," she said. The plot is about a young girl, Kylee, whose parents are spies and so is she. But a fatal accident happens that causes her family to go into hiding, and one boy's father had to pay the price. Jimin's character, Sam, is the son and had seen the face of Kylee's father and figured out the last name he had used when his mission had turned into a mistake. But Sam doesn't realize who Kylee is until he sees the ID cards in her bedroom- which is the scene you and Jimin had officially filmed nearly twenty minutes ago.

The conversation with Maeve then turned into how things had been going for her- how her boyfriend wouldn't take the hint that she wanted him to propose to her, "I don't understand why he's so blind! Like, do you love me or do you not? It isn't that hard,"

"Ah, boys," you snickered, "Shame, shame, shame,"

"Speaking of shame. Don't you have to kiss your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend, Mae. It's just for the movie," your words came off nonchalant despite the nervous tension that traveled throughout your body, and there were some things you haven't found the courage to admit to Maeve just yet. Besides, it wouldn't have been the first time you and Jimin kissed.

Daydream grinning along with the squint of your hazy eyes becomes apparent while the memory leaves you.

"What?" Jimin chuckles, turning to face you fully once the exit stands between your frames and the outside world. Your heart skips a beat from the way his beautiful smile stares down at you, and deep down, you wish you can tell him that, but the pair of you have been friends for so long, you're uncertain if making these feelings known is a good idea. Despite everything the pair of you have been through, you can't help but wonder if a relationship will bring you closer, or just tear your hearts completely apart. And, even now, years later, you're not sure if you can handle losing Jimin again.

"Nothing," you reply tenderly, eyes checking to examine his worn-out converse he has had since high school, "Just admiring your... fancy footwear,"

"Hah!" He laughs once, laying his head back, "I already told you, I'm going shopping today. Besides, I need a new outfit tonight, so wear something pretty," he pulls you in for a friendly hug, rubbing his free hand slightly on your back, each of you still holding your water bottles, yet you maneuver enough to nuzzle your nose into his chest.

"Since when do you care about what I wear?" Your chin moves to plop upon his chest while your eyes peer up at him with the arch of an eyebrow, pulling your lips into a goofy, tight grin.

"I don't," Jimin chortles, "But I know you do," it's the way he brings the tip of his fingers to your forehead tickling your skin to move a strand of hair so he can see your eyes clearly, "You look pretty in anything,"

If your heart isn't already combusting enough, it takes everything in you not to kiss him right then and there, and with a small huff in frustration, you pull your arms from his frame to then rest by your sides. "Alright then... pajamas it is,"

"See you later, [Y/Nickname]," Jimin tries to say between laughs, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your cheek. The old nickname makes you giggle as you watch him step beyond the exit. Memories from high school present themselves almost immediately gracing the strange feeling of being sixteen again in your Junior year and auditioning for the spring musical where you and Jimin had landed the lead roles. Jung Hoseok, a mutual friend the pair of you gained, congratulated you both with a huge smile many knew him for. You played a fairy who happened to be in love with a human prince and of course, you and Jimin not only had to sing but had to dance, too, which led to Hoseok practicing dance moves with you two in effort to help.

Overjoyed was an understatement though dancing had always been something to hold you back. Jimin is a phenomenal dancer- raw talent to the point he makes it look easy with the way he poises his body so effortlessly upon the stage- swinging his limbs to the beat of the music, emotion etched on every inch of his face. You remember the endless pressure that seeped into your skin building anxious fingers that clasped tightly together when you were listening to the script Mrs. Lee had written.

Saying quick goodbyes to your castmates, the reminiscent disappears for a fractioned moment while you gather your items before sprinting to the limo where your driver, Stan, awaits you. Shouts of hundreds of fans boom instantaneously at the appearance of you leaving the set. Security surrounds the area in case of any danger, and though you reach to open the door, you turn to wave with the best Red Carpet smile you can muster- blowing a kiss to add to your appreciation.

The limo holds a haven you've grown to adore since your fame took off. Shutting the door, you slide to rest your head against the tinted window, politely greeting Stan before your eyelids flutter for the crave of sleep.

Jimin came over countless times just to practice dance steps; every now and then, Hoseok joining, despite the chagrin that haunted the crippling blushes dawning your cheeks. For the last musical number, the Grand finale, Jimin had to lift you in the air by the waist with you posing your limbs exactly how Mrs. Lee demanded leading Jimin to spin you around during the growing intensity of the belting harmonies before returning you to your feet. It hadn't been easy- something you'd grown to learn especially with the helpless moments of him firmly gripping your waist right when you'd jump sending the two of you tumbling onto the ground in bouts of breathless laughter. After weeks of attempting this one lift you couldn't seem to perfect, your parents happened to be out of town one evening for taking your sister to an art gallery about an hour's drive away. Your mother had been a tad iffy with leaving you and Jimin alone, but you assured her that it would be fine- just because he's a male didn't mean that she couldn't trust the pair of you to behave being you two had simply been friends for years, and nothing more.

Once your family left, Jimin arrived, setting the music in preparation for the mini rehearsal you'd been dreading for the thousandth time.

"Okay," you exhaled, carefully placing your hands upon his shoulders, "Now, lift me," Jimin obeyed, hoisting you as high as he could with a swift grunt escaping his pressed lips. His fingers dug into your sides unintentionally, and before you realized you'd closed your eyes, excitement showed in the widening of your smile- he was holding you up! Finally, longer than ten seconds you remained there,

"I. Got. You," Jimin said between clenched teeth, until suddenly, his arms shuddered beneath you ensuing the shape of an "oh" that formed on your mouth.

"GAH!"

Jimin fell backward onto the couch- your side bouncing off the cushion for your gluteal muscles to meet the wooden floor. Stunned, you'd never seen Jimin's eyes so enlarged, but before you could gather your bearings, you blew at loose hairs that were static over your eyes,

"Ouch."

"HAH!" Jimin let out a high-pitched, one-syllable laugh, already covering his mouth with both of his hands to stifle the chuckling, but it was no use. Clapping a few times, he buried his shoulder into the couch while a breathy snicker escaped your side smile. Tears flooded your eyes from the hysteria of the moment- springing to your feet to then fixing your wrinkled shirt.

"Okay, okay," you breathed, trying to resume composure just enough to stop giggling at yourself, "Let's do this one more time! Chop chop!" Hitting your hands together like how Mrs. Lee tended to do to receive her pupils' attention, Jimin pranced to plant his feet in front of you, repositioning his hands on your waist, "Wait," you paused, concern abruptly covering his eyes while he waited for you to speak, swallowing, you began, "Chim Chim, I need you to promise me something," Lips in a firm line, you held his gaze. It was hard to be serious at times with your best friend, but for right now, you rejected from breaking.

"Anything," he nodded once, searching your stare, lips parted, and realizing how close he was sparked a strange desire that you never wanted to reveal before.

"But you have to really, really promise me,"

When a knowing smirk twitched on his lips, his eyes now held the memory that you were trying to remind him of, "Okay,"

"Even," you continued, "If I love beef bulgogi a little more than I probably should. And-" you paused for effect.

"Go on,"

"Even if you laugh like a maniac and I can't take it," teasing had always been something you both loved to do, and bowing his head with more laughter, he returned even closer than before- his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"Alright, alright! I promise! I really, really promise,"

Eyes still locked, you slowly raised your pinky finger up to him, investigating his expression letting nothing but the sound of the starting air condition fill the space,

"Don't. Drop. Me,"

A soft chuckle enhanced his smile causing a pitter patter beneath your chest, while you joined him. He brought the back of his hand to his mouth- something that he does when he's really tickled, and the sight of it made your heart swell in ways you hardly understood. How could someone have such a strong effect on you?

"First off, I prefer Kimchi stew,"

"Oh, you. Ham!"

Shaking his head in amusement, Jimin reached for your hand, hooking his petite pinky finger around yours to conceal the promise you had forced him to make, "I promise I won't drop you this time," he twirled you once like a gentleman, placing his hands back on your waist once you faced him.

"1, 2, 3!" Jimin, with all his might, boosted you into the air, immediately spinning you around. Now think ballet, you reminded yourself, holding your arms with elegancy. After four twirls, Jimin effortlessly set you down and overwhelmed with pure exhilaration, you couldn't refrain from rejoicing, "We- we did it! Jimin, we did it!"

Right then, you kissed him. Cupped his cheeks into your palms and pecked his lips. You hadn't been thinking entirely straight, but it all happened so fast that it took a second for you to comprehend. Hushed. Silence engrossed the room to the point that your heart throbbed in your temples mingled with the growing heat on your reddened skin- perspiration clammed your palms, yet the only thing frightening your state was the attempt on not panicking though you knew deep within your soul that you'd never regret it. Gulping, your eyes fell to the slow fall and rise of Jimin's chest- his gray shirt showing the iridescent silver pendant you gifted him for his past birthday staring right back at you.

You just kissed your best friend.

Jimin stood there, questions swarming full circle within your mind; feeling distraught, your lips pressed together to prevent the tears burning your nose. You remember figuring that he was angry with you, hence why he couldn't invoke any words to speak. But, unexpectedly, gentle fingertips lifted your chin, your eyebrows furrowed in surprise, but that's when your eyes met as if meeting for the first time, the innocence of the moment not once lost while you anticipated the sight of his nervous expression lowering to yours. You held your breath, eyes closing, every inch of the world disappearing. It was just you and him as it'd always been.

He kissed you. He kissed you right back.

With shivering arms, you wrapped them tightly behind his neck while he moved to encase you closer to him, bodies pressed into a blanket of warmth, you never wanted to uncover from. Feelings you had denied time and time again were showing in that kiss with Jimin- a surreal image you never dreamed you would experience, yet here he was, wrapped in your arms- lips moving to relock with yours so lovingly that your mind was rotating. Nothing could compare to the soaring of your heart, especially sharing something so passionate with someone you had grown to love so much, and this new feeling, one you'd never quite endured ignited a curiosity you couldn't withhold any longer.

The kiss grew aggressive, breaths increasing while dazed eyes remained shut, and though track of time had been misplaced, you no longer cared. Hands pressed against Jimin's chest, he gradually stepped backward until the back of his calves greeted the sofa- breaking the kiss, he swallowed anxiously, eyes never leaving yours- collapsing onto the couch before you propped either leg beside him in a perfect straddle. Snatching his kiss rapidly, your palms held his face while he finicked with where to place his eager hands, gliding up your back in awe of how beautiful you were to him.

You left him completely and utterly breathless, and you wanted this moment to last forever.

Everything had been going perfectly until your parents walked in-

SLAM!

The loud sound of the car door jolts you awake as you blink through the mild darkness. Previous memories fade for now, swiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand before thanking Stan for the ride. The white mansion stands tall beyond the gate where you punch in a code to then proceed onto the property. It appears your mother is not home momentarily, where as your sister and father are visiting an art show in another town, giving you time to prepare for whatever Jimin has in store for you later this evening.

There's a feeling of relief when kicking off your shoes, parading up the spiral staircase toward your closet that waits for your attention. Sifting through the rack of dresses, you close your eyes to randomly select from a hanger in a mechanism to prevent you from being in disappointment; yet, you find your shoulders dramatically dropping when you peek to see what is now hanging from your hand. You're uncertain of why you feel the need to judge every article of clothing you own, and you figure it has to do with impressing a guy, but you are aware that Jimin will accept you for who you are no matter what, so why are you so worried?

You love him- you wince, because that's something you are still struggling with confessing even though it has been blatantly clear since you were sixteen years old that you are wholeheartedly and irrevocably in love with Park Jimin. And, that never changed even years after losing him.

You remember that night like it was yesterday, the very first time you and Jimin kissed. Caught in the moment of what the pair of you secretly dreamed of with no recollection of how much time had passed. No bad intentions were going to be followed through, honestly no other thought from kissing him was even considered for you; all you cared about was how you never wanted him to leave.

But, your mother, unfortunately, assumed the worst.

There wasn't even a chance for you to stop what had already begun, it was too late- your parents walked right into the sight of you lip locked with your best friend, prompting you to immediately jump off him. The gesture was so quick that a slight headache thudded, and all that was flooding your widened gaze was your mother's horrified expression. She happened to be the first to enter the door while your father and sister lagged, luckily missing the already humiliating scene that nobody would ever want their parents to see. With gritted teeth, your mother's icy glower said enough, but she still voiced for Jimin to leave. Him flashing you an apologetic look while he stumbled to gather his things. Your father had no idea of what was happening until he heard your mother shouting at you for over an hour.

"I thought I could trust you!" Your mother jabbed a finger at you, pacing back and forth in front of you while you wailed into your pillows. "I can't believe you betrayed my trust!"

"I've already told you I was so-sorry-" You choked, wishing nothing more for this feud to end, begging the universe to turn back time, so you could have anticipated of when your family would have returned home- saving you and Jimin from this shame.

"What if we had run an hour late, huh!? For God's sake, [Y/N], you're only sixteen!"

"Mom! It-It wasn't like that!"

"Well, it sure looked like it!" Tears brimmed her eyes, because her heart was just as torn as yours, battling with what she should do as a parent, but also inwardly understanding what it was like to experiment in falling for someone at a young age. Something she hadn't really shared with her children. She had left the room for quite some time, trails remaining damp upon your cheeks before your mother returned with firmly crossed arms.

"Mom, I promise, it wasn't my intention," your voice broke, trying to gather whatever explanation you could, but she stopped you.

"I'm sure it wasn't, but I talked to your father and we came to an agreement. You will finish out the school year here, but once it's over, we're moving back home."

It was like your world shattered all at once in so many different directions, and there was no way to describe the abrupt halt of your heart mirroring in the way your eyes expanded in sheer dismay. "No! No, no, no- Mom, what about Jimin!? I can't just leave him!" The pain etched in your cries haunted your mother more than you'd ever know, but at the time she was doing what she assumed was the right decision.

"That's the point, [Y/N]. You're not allowed to see Jimin, speak to him, or even think about trying to see him. I've already spoken to his mother,"

"But- but what about the play?" You panicked, desperation clinging within your words, not wanting to process what was just demanded of you.

"I don't know. Right now, I'm too upset to decide."

It was the worst night of your life. One thing you never expected throughout your friendship with the one person who mattered most to you, was losing Jimin, especially knowing that once school ended, you would move back to your hometown, far away out of his reach. Your cellphone was already locked in your parent's room, and any form of technology, you would no longer be in possession of if your mother could help it. Bawling uncontrollably, you cursed fate for taking away what could have been.

The spring musical was the only time you and Jimin were able to truly see each other amongst rehearsals; and the night the play began, the pair of you performed with all you had, trying to mask the hurting as if it hadn't existed, portraying as though all was well when really your world was falling apart. Even when the evil fairy sprinkled dark magic upon the Prince's Kingdom, Mrs. Lee flew her fingers speedily along the piano enhancing the volume, imaging the chaos felt beneath your chest. The Prince and evil fairy battled it out until the enemy was defeated, the piano softening to a more pleasant sound that eased you enough to force your face into a loving grin.

The cast crowded around the both of you, but you hadn't noticed, because the only person you longed for, getting lost in his shining eyes was Park Jimin's. "Fairy, my love, listen to the sound of my voice," he bowed, reaching his hand toward you- hands collided tenderly, "Whether ye stay or whether ye go, you have a choice." You yearned for it to be real, that you had a choice- that you could stay with him. Stay with him there in this city where the two of you could remain best friends and possibly become even more. "Just promise me, as each day passes, that ye will never forget thy love or my Kingdom as long as ye live." You swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting tears at the finishing of Jimin's final line.

"My prince, in every dream I dream, I choose thee," though not within the script, Mrs. Lee always preached improvisation, and lightly, you touched his cheek, him flickering his stare between yours whilst leaning into your palm, the Kingdom rejoicing when Jimin pulled you into a crushing hug. The faint smell of his cologne met your nostrils causing you to memorize this moment as best as you could, so you'd remember everything about him. His touch, his hold, his smell, his smile. Anything you could take with you in hopes of getting to see him again one day.

When the intro of the duet is keyed from the piano, hand in hand, you and Jimin faced the audience, smiles as heart stopping as could be, belting harmony from beginning to end, both capturing the audience with every word. Blended voices were breathtaking when the cast joined in, finalizing the night with dancing eyes and goosebumps across the theater, and even more applause when Jimin effortlessly succeeded in the originally dreaded lift where he spun you in the air, returning to plant your feet upon the stage. While the crowd stood to their feet in an ovation, the cast had you and Jimin hidden enough, and although time was ticking, Jimin hadn't cared. His palms cupped your cheeks while you tried to read his hurried eyes, the tip of his nose brushing yours before he captured your quivering lips. The kiss was soft. So soft, and when it ended, he whispered through the loud whistles of the audience to where only you could hear, "I love you," he breathed.

"I love you," tears fell from your cheeks, and he gripped your hand as soon as the cast dispersed into a line, uncovering the pair of you as rehearsed, leading to everyone bowing while the clapping continued to reverberate throughout the building. Although, beyond proud to be a part of such a successful production, nothing could take away the pain hounding your heart when your hand had to ghost Jimin's to find your parents. Your mother refused to let you out of her sight, and whether your parents were proud of your performance or not, you never knew, because not a single member spoke on the way home. Instead your mind replayed the secret kiss Jimin gave you over and over to the point it welcomed you in your dreams. It was hard not to cry when you had awoken, eventually breaking into a fit of sobs wishing Jimin had been there to hold you.

Depression was evident in your demeanor, and there was nothing anyone could have done to 'fix' you, or the situation you felt so hopelessly in bondage by. When the last day of school arrived, it had been the worst, and you and the person your heart belonged to had not spoken in months. Times where he would glimpse your way in drama class, you just couldn't bring yourself to face him, because it hurt way too much to accept the reality that you were leaving. You figured his mother informed him of your family moving back, especially since he never seemed to give up on trying to get you to at least look at him.

That last day of class, you cuddled your music binder to your chest, backpack straps hanging loosely from your shoulders, and you strolled upon the sidewalk to wait for your father to come pick you up. It was a sudden moment, when you curiously turned to lock eyes distantly with your best friend. You both stared, yet the way your heart sank to the floor, all you wanted more than anything was to run to him, embrace him in all entirety, kiss him for what you presumed would be the last time, and savor the moments you would have had with him. But, you couldn't, and you didn't; instead, you mouthed three words that you meant with all your soul, 'I love you.' Jimin bit at the corner of his mouth as fresh tears pooled- he looked down momentarily as if destiny had betrayed him before returning his eyes to yours, 'I love you, too.' As if it could have been anymore of an opportune time, your father arrived right then to pick you up, and in fear that he had seen Jimin, your head whirled to look back where your best friend had been to see he was gone, prompting a painful, long sigh of relief.

It had only taken a week for your family to officially move, finding a much larger home which happens to be the mansion your family resides in now. Although the space was nice, it still took months until you forced yourself to move on from the dancing boy that had appeared in your dreams almost every night. The boy who had stolen your heart when you hadn't realized it. There was an attempt, when you were allowed your cellphone back, that you tried reaching out to discover his number had been disconnected, and despite the gnawing of confusion, you guessed his mother must have changed his number, the same as your parents had changed yours.

Eventually, after a year of returning to your hometown, which included graduating high school, your mother convinced you to get back into acting, to audition for as many things as you could until you found a job. So, that's what you did to keep your mind busy, scouring any information you could get regarding auditions for tv shows, movies, commercials, absolutely anything that would just keep you going. Sporadically, you landed the lead role in two separate movies, gained a celebrity friend, Maeve, and continued into the years piled immensely with interviews, traveling, movie premiers, award shows, your fame skyrocketing to the point millions knew your name.

And just like that, your world became brand new. Became a clean slate. Your past buried behind you while you sprung forward. Your success in the acting business brought numerous calls pleading for you to audition for their movies; businesses were begging you to promote their products; magazines arranged for your photoshoots where you appeared on a myriad of covers- you rarely had a clear schedule, and you liked it that way. Lights, cameras, paparazzi, meeting other famous individuals as well as meeting your fans, you were becoming happy again, you were finally returning to having a steady relationship with your parents, and your sister improved in her artistic ability. You were slowly forgetting about the boy you once knew.

You made callbacks for yet another movie at one point, but unfortunately, had not gotten the lead role as hoped for, rather, you played a minor character which ultimately gave you a break from the consistent moving. Your body needed a break; your mind needed rest, and so you decided to take a short break until you found the motivation to search for another job. The movie merely didn't make it far- critics claimed the plot had been too predictable, but it made it to the big screen regardless, and for that you were grateful. Another year passed, now being twenty-two years old, you and Maeve went on a shopping spree throughout the streets of your favorite city, sipping frappuccinos in the smothering heat of summer, a poster happened to catch your eye. Stopping to read it, the straw of your drink pressed to your bottom lip, Maeve's furrowed eyebrows veered from you to the poster.

"What is it?" She asked, ears perked to the sound of clicking cameras though the pair of you have learned to ignore it. Mumbling the words along with you, Maeve leaned forward, "Auditions being held for a romantic comedy this Saturday.... 9am to 3pm... Oh wow! You should audition!"

"What? Why me? Why just me?" You turned your head abruptly while studying your giggling friend.

"You said so yourself that you wanted to be in a comedy! And, there ya go, how much more of a coincidence can this be?"

"A poor one," you took a long sip from your drink quelling laughter from the incredulous gape Maeve flashed you.

"Are you not going to at least try? You are [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N] for crying out loud!"

You were tempted, and you honestly hadn't been in a comedy since you were... Ten years old. Chick flicks had mostly been your calling though funny moments of course were mingled amongst the seriousness. "That I am, but I don't sit on a throne, Maeve, I'm just as normal as it gets."

"If you define normal as putting your potato chips in your sandwich then I guess you're right,"

"It gives it a lil' crunch," your mouth missed your straw awkwardly, but you swerved just enough to catch it, "you should try it sometime."

"I'll try it when you audition for this movie," Maeve teased, "Which you will even if I have to drag you there myself,"

"You have much faith concealed in that tiny body, but okay,"

So therefore, you auditioned. It was the lead role you applied for which was about a character who caught the eyes of two guys the second she stepped into the school. The movie seemed hilarious from what you could collect, and you were shaking your head in laughter when you called Maeve exclaiming how you had gotten the part as she predicted. Although, she squealed in glee, she was dreading the idea of adding potato chips to her sandwich as she promised she would if you made the part.

The following week, you couldn't wait to meet your co-workers as well as the rest of the crew, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were immeasurably curious of who would be casted as your character's love interests. Though numerous options, it was hard to guess, though your mind filtered through familiar faces in the acting business. The producers and director filed into the room when chairs began to fill, slapping a thick script in front of everyone.

"There's been a slight change of plans for the story," the director said, prompting your eyebrows to knit together as you wondered what he could potentially mean, "Instead of two guys fighting over you," he pointed in your direction, "there will be seven!"

Interested grunts and 'awes' echoed in the space, and you nodded in surprise; seven? Seven men wanting you all at once? That would sound farfetched to any woman, even in the position you're in as an actress, it remained unbelievable. The director rubbed his hands together, "They couldn't make it today, but we will officially meet them tomorrow to finish looking over the script."

It seemed as if all you did was blink when you made it to set the next day, dressed in your favorite boot heels and casual wear- you weren't paying a bit of attention when you suddenly smacked dab into someone who happened to over tower you.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Ma'am!" He said, his fingers tickling your arms from where he hoped you would stay steady.

"It's fine! I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," you chuckled against the chagrin burned red upon your chest, and you couldn't help but be starstruck by the incredibly handsome face staring down at you. Noticeable dimples rested on either side of his grinning cheeks, and the coffee color of his eyes radiated kindness, and of course, you wondered innocently if he was one of the potential love interests the director mentioned the day before.

"I'm Kim Namjoon," he offered his hand which of course you took, enchanted by his smile, but you scolded yourself interiorly due to the obvious fact of not knowing him personally enough to care on whether he was available or not. There seemed to be a recognition in his countenance that you typically notice when people realize who you are, and you couldn't help the flattery when his hand still latched to yours picked up the pace while shaking it. "Oh my gosh! You're the [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]! My girlfriend loves you!"

"That is so sweet of her," you were still blushing, but deeply touched by his words. Namjoon, dropped his hand in embarrassment from how long he had shaken yours, mumbling an apology, he slid his slim hands within his pockets.

"I must say, I am very honored to meet you. I've seen two of your movies with her and you were phenomenal!"

"Thank you very much, Namjoon! That means a lot. I hope I get to meet your girlfriend soon, she sounds like such a sweetheart," you tried to think if you had seen him in anything that had come out recently, but couldn't place a thing. You continued into the same room as yesterday, pulling your script from your bag, you settled into a seat before observing your surroundings, noticing in your peripherals Namjoon taking a seat beside a guy who appeared very quiet. Long, straightened blue strands spread upon his forehead while his dark eyes scanned the room. His lips were thinner compared to Namjoon's, and they rested contently while he leaned back in his chair. You tried not to stare too much, but when he caught you, you grinned instead of averting your eyes, relief flooded your senses when his lips raised into a side grin in return- his nametag reading 'Min Yoongi.'

When the seat on the other side of Yoongi skidded against the concrete floor, you instinctively looked to the sound, beyond amazed at the sight you saw. You weren't one to spike perspiration on the lining of your forehead just from seeing a man, but with the way his bandana complimented his brown tendrils neatly stacked on his head, you were beside yourself. His square jaw was locked in concentration while his petal pink lips pursed- his chocolate eyes rushed over the lines where he opened his script.

"Kim Taehyung?" A staff member asked, Taehyung nodded in reply, the worker placed the nametag before him, rounding the table to set yours before you. You would honestly never get used to people knowing who you are prior to an introduction considering the staff member had not questioned if you were indeed you. Thought aside, you were very taken aback on how sculpted this man was to a heavenly perfection.

"No, I didn't mean to trip the guy, I just wanted some food!" You vaguely identified the male whose windshield wiper laugh pleasantly greeted your ears while he found a seat, "Seriously, I hadn't seen him standing there." He poised his head enough to lock eyes with Min Yoongi, and you tilted your head curiously with question if they happened to know each other. But my, so far, who you assumed were going to be the men who were going to fight for your love, you were quite mesmerized by their beauty.

"Hello, my name is Chan-ri, I'm a huge fan of yours, how are you?" The exquisitely rosy cheeks of a red headed female entered your vision, and hearing her name, you remembered her from a TV show you binge watched with Maeve before. Genuinely, you offered a handshake, her comfortably taking the seat beside you. After you thanked her for her compliment whilst answering her question, she leaned in closer to your ear, "Is it just me or are these guys ca-ute?"

"The one in the bandana is looking better and better," you winked.

"Gosh, I couldn't agree more. And, I don't know if you've heard the rumors. But, the singer Jeon Jeongguk, apparently auditioned for a role,"

Eyebrows raised when you heard his name, "You're kidding!" You gasped in excitement. "Euphoria is literally my favorite song by him!"

"I could rave about his music all day long!" His presence entered the room as if on cue, hushing you and Chan-ri into bottled-up giggles, her winking at you in a way to say, 'we will talk later when the coast is clear.' A man with even redder hair than Chan-ri followed behind the well-known singer, and your lips parted in a silent gasp along with your amplified glance. "H-Hoseok?" He immediately sought for who said his name, and when he realized it was you, he couldn't help the smile that decorated his face.

"[Y/N]!" He greeted loudly, shuffling to collide into your hug, "Wow, how have you been? I haven't seen you in years!"

He helped you with dance moves for the spring musical sparking memories you hadn't reminisced in what felt like a lifetime ago, but here he was, in the flesh. "What a small world, I've been wonderful! How are you, Hoseok? What have you been up to? Look at you! So handsome!"

Hoseok thanked you before catching up with his life- he decided to go into acting when he graduated from Konkuk University with his soon-to-be fellow co-stars Seokjin and Yoongi which all made sense as to why Seokjin seemed comfortable talking to Yoongi earlier. Due to the encouragement of an individual he befriended, in high school, Hoseok explained how it stemmed him to chase his dreams, and here he was, auditioning for his first movie, excited to reunite with a familiar face from his past. He sat on the other side of Chan-ri, making conversation with her while you focused on the twiddling of your fingers. A poke on your shoulder made you jump an inch,

"Excuse me, is this where we meet?" A lighter voice spoke, but there was a distinct familiarity to it. When you faced the direction of where the question came from, the first thing you visualized was a silver necklace holding a pendant you hadn't seen since you were sixteen- one that you gifted someone as an emblem of your friendship- you were confused because not many people owned this specific piece of jewelry, and when your eyes slowly made the adventure to the individual's face, the rigidity paralyzed your frame faster than you could anticipate. Those eyes.

You knew those eyes. Better than anyone.

There was no stopping the intense hammering of your heartbeat; your temples pounded profusely, and he was frozen in place at the sight of you, because of your eyes. Neither of you moved, because there was disbelief at who either of you were looking at- his hair, now dyed, gleamed sleek blonde tendrils parted but long enough to tickle the lateral canthus' of his eyes, face thinned in a mature eloquence. It had been nearly seven years since the last time you ever saw him, and even then, he reflected your confusion, anxiously collecting whatever jumbled words he could form into sentences, but it was too late. The director enthusiastically entered the room, dispersing the moment just as quickly as it came.

"Greetings everybody! I see you've met our seven new cast members!" He grinned ear to ear, gesturing his hands toward all the guys. Shivering, but trying to keep it maintained, you watched your long-lost friend take a seat across from you next to Jeongguk. "Oh, and here's your nametag," the director plopped one in front of Jimin, you swiftly dropped your gaze, gritting your teeth in reaction to the strong waves of shivers plaguing your body. He was there. Park Jimin, as though you were acquainted with a ghost, was sitting right there in the midst of the small crowd, but with the way your muddled state was feeling- it had been only you two.

"Alright, let's open our scripts to page three. We need to review some main points of the story line." The director informed, but you were hardly listening, yet you kept your eyes zoned upon the booklet before you, only flipping pages at the sound of others doing so. Too many memories spun nonstop like a whirlwind, and you could sense Jimin glimpsing at you in the same wonderment as you were.

The trips to Mcdonalds where you both would split a large fry and dream about the future; the afternoon at school when the pair of you laughed about some cocky kid who face-planted in PE while playing soccer; the days you'd go jogging together and joke about anything under the sun; the moment when you two were drawing with your sister, and you thought Jimin's cow doodle was a duck. One of your fondest memories was your fifteenth birthday when Jimin, even Hoseok, along with your parents planned a huge surprise party just for you; the get-togethers with the drama club; auditioning for the lead roles in the spring musical and landing them. And the grand finale, when Jimin kissed you on what had been a final goodbye before exiting the stage that very night.

Nobody, other than Hoseok, in that room knew of the friendship you and Jimin once had. Nobody in the world would have known except the pupils the two of you attended school with. You were aware that if Jimin were to become famous, people would dig deeper to find that the both of you were in a movie together at ten years old, and all the other evidence that would explode within the media. You, to this day, will never forget the anxiety shooting through your figure while you pretended to review the script wishing you had the guts to just look at him.

The meeting ended in a blur, and you slung your bag over your shoulder, death gripping the script, and rushing out of the room where you felt as though you had been suffocating. You did not want to relive the heartbreak, so in desperation, you wanted to run.

He stopped you before you could even make it halfway to the entrance.

"Wait!" He bellowed. People were bustling by without any concern, but with the risk of a paparazzi capturing this moment you knew would need to be private, you ducked into the other side of a large staircase that appeared vacant aside from a tall plant, and Jimin followed suit- you spinning to see him sprinting toward you. For once you then understood when people described something to relate to a scene from a movie, because there was the love of your life, as if in a movie, running until he reached where you were. He was breathing heavily from the frenetic gesture, and understandably speechless, the pair of you weren't sure where to remotely begin. Swiping a slow hand through his hair, he looked so exquisite as he always had, and though you didn't want to revert to staring at the tiled floor of the opposite side of the lobby, you did. Carefully, he slipped his hands into his pockets, pressing his lips together in apparent worry.

"You're- you're blonde now," though small, a hint of a smile tinged your lips, a breathy laugh broke through Jimin's tight-lipped grin that infamously made his eyes disappear.

"Yeah," Jimin whispered tenderly, "Felt it was time for a change, ya know? Have been getting it colored since my twentieth birthday," breaking the ice enough, you found the strength to meet his gaze. His lips parted to then close multiple times, until he wetted them, "As you can tell, I honestly, don't know what to say, but, my God, I am so proud of you,"

"Jimin-" your voice broke, chin trembling from the burning tears when you knew that he was referring to your success, and the woman you have become. He stepped closer, releasing one hand from his pocket holding it out as if to calm the nervous tension.

"Really, [Y/N], I- you-" stammering through his words, you could see that he was blatantly in as much shock as you were, processing the fact that his long lost love was standing before him in all your glory. "I gave up acting in high school," he swallowed roughly, "as you can imagine, I was going through a rough time." He had been terrified to admit the reasoning considering the pair of you had no idea what had happened personally in each other's lives in the time between, and though he battled with what to say, he found the courage to just say it regardless, "When I lost you, I felt like- I just felt like there was no reason to really try anymore."

"Jimin," you whispered as if pleading with him, "I tried reaching out to you, but your number was disconnected- it was, it was disconnected, I-"

"No, [Y/N], please, don't cry- it's not your fault- Please," this time, he inched so close, that if you would have collected enough bravery, you could have rested your forehead at the curve of his chin where he could have invited you in for the warmth you could fall forever deep in. Eyes refusing to break contact, he continued, "After I saw your first movie, there were a few interviews I listened to where you said some of the most encouraging things, and I realized, if there was anyone I aspired to be like, it's you." Surprise lingered in your expression, because how could any of this be real? You knew stories like this were only filmed for the interest of the world, so how could someone you once cherished return out of the blue to tell you exactly what you needed to hear? "You, [Y/N], are the reason why I never gave up on myself. Why I never gave up at all. Why... I decided to go back to what I loved."

You were his inspiration, and because of that he ended up here. Back when you thought fate was so cruel to take him away from you, here he was, back into pursuing his passion for acting, all because he never gave up on you. You hated falling apart, you hated crying unless it was for the cameras, but in all vulnerability, especially when Jimin pulled you into his arms where your nose pressed into his chest, you cried. With all the pent-up emotions from a time you tried to avoid, you cried. Jimin refused to let you go until you were okay, and without any delay, you stayed by his side, repudiating from going home when you had seven years of catching up to do. There was barely any attention on anything, not even how Jimin opened his hotel room door without you stealing his kisses to the point you couldn't breathe. Fingers tangled into his shirt, he kicked the door behind him, emotions pouring from the way he kissed you as though he was going to lose you again. The most experience you knew, sexually, was from scenes you filmed with other actors- mostly steamy make out sessions, but you had never personally done the 'deed' in reality. Your back plopped upon the bed, palms pressed on either side of Jimin's jaw where your fingertips graced his hair, his hands cradling the sides of your waist while he continued to part his lips so gently with yours.

"Wait," you stopped, Jimin's enlarged eyes flashed concern as though he may have hurt you, "No, no, you haven't done anything wrong. I just- I just," you trailed off, chest rising and falling to steady your nerves. "I've never..."

Jimin exhaled a sigh of relief, bowing his head enough to where his hair feathered your cheeks, "I haven't either." You would be lying if you said you weren't surprised especially with all you had heard from stories others had told about men when it came to sex. But, at the same time, you always knew Jimin was different. Or, maybe it was purely meant to be, how you two abstained from something that was destined to be saved for the pair of you to share with one another. "I don't," Jimin's eyes flickered between your own because if there was anyone, he had an immense respect and adoration for, it was you, "I don't want to rush you into anything-"

"Jimin," your thumbs ran along the soft skin of his face, halting his words, "I want you,"

There was a hopeful smile that beamed from him before he covered your lips with even more kisses, making your head spin in a bliss you only ever felt when being with him. "Are you sure?" He pulled away; eyes boring into yours as if reading every inch of your soul.

"More than anything," you nodded, lifting your head to touch your lips to his for only a mere second. He was so in awe of you that he would do anything for you, and that never changed and never will. Kissing him was the most captivating addiction, and you never wanted it to end. Still completely clothed- the innocence would have been humorous in others' eyes, but the two of you were learning. And, the two of you were wanting to learn together and that's all that mattered to you. Park Jimin had never made you feel uncomfortable at any point that night, and you knew he wasn't going to overstep any boundaries. The fast pace of his lips sparked a feeling to rise within your core- a new feeling you wanted so eagerly to explore, the warmth was nearly smothering your panties, and you instinctively spread your legs to where he comfortably remained, his hips grinding his clothed erection along your area, where the crave to feel the entirety of his skin was all you could think about.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed your fingers underneath his t-shirt, his stare timorous whilst you lifted it past his head, exposing the rock-solid muscles toned along his arms and abdomen. Your mouth watered causing you to gulp- never in your life had you seen such a masterpiece, even from his jawline to his soft, blonde hair- you still couldn't muster how ethereal this man before you was. Tossing his shirt to the ground, he remained above you, the necklace you gifted him years ago dangling before he kissed you hard while your fingertips soothed along his back, his hand moving to cup your attired breast, tenderly squeezing it releasing a soft moan from your lips. Just the feel underneath your fingertips of his warm skin made you anxious to feel him molding into you- gripping his wrists, leading them to the end of your shirt, Jimin lifted it off you- your lacy bra staring back at his broadening eyes which caused his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

"Oh," he groaned, "[Y/N], you are so perfect," his words nearly brought you to tears; your hands rested upon his cheeks, bringing him back to you to plant a soft kiss on his thick lips, him lowering to where his skin finally met yours, the enticing move enveloping you all at once, you could hardly contain yourself, exhaling against his lips just for him to brush his tongue along yours. One by one the clothes came off until his bare legs were jumbled with yours, his erection rubbing along your dampened heat, his thumbs caressing your nipples- the ticklish feeling caused your fingers to dig into his back. Jimin nipped at your collarbone, leaving numerous kisses along your chest, moving backwards to kiss along your stomach, the wetness lingering while your eyes slammed shut in utter paradise. He pecked along your hip bones, his hands never leaving your breasts until he made it to your inner thighs. Slithering his fingers to cling onto your quivering limbs, he spread your legs, his breath panting tepidly along your folds, his eyes widening with the urge he always wanted to fulfill, and only with you. You had never experienced this, and though you had heard of the such thing from various sources, you were curious to know what it felt like. Your clit rhythmed with your hyperventilating, him moving to kiss your inner thighs before returning to your vulva. Your toes curled along the bed sheets, your body tensing in preparation- and that's when he did it.

Gently licking his tongue along your slit, up and down, the motion emancipating a high-pitched moan from your throat which motivated him to continue. He brought his fingers to spread your folds, your core clenching while he sped the movements of his tongue- licking and licking until your hips involuntarily began to shift- your fingers gripping the bed sheets- sweat beading your forehead. For a few minutes, he continued to pleasure you, the tip of his tongue sliding against your clit before returning to hover above you. Though you were uncertain if what you were about to do would be done correctly, you moved your hand to hold his erection, gliding up and down gradually, him hissing with how good it felt to have your hand wrapped around him. That gave you the inclination that everything was being done smoothly; Jimin rested his lips to where your heart pounded, then moved to suck your nipple while your hand did the work, his hands squeezing at the mattress in response to the growing feel of an orgasm.

He stopped you, not wanting to cum too soon, instead interlaced his fingers with yours and rested your closed hands against the pillows above your head. Your core still tightening from how aroused you were, both of you held each other's gaze, you nodded that you were ready. Ready for what you two had been longing for. He swallowed nervously, "I, um, I don't have a condom,"

"Oh," you seemed a bit more scared than how you really felt, "well, I mean, I am on birth control for my... monthly cycle, so I don't think... I should be good," relieved, his knees rested on either side of your legs; lips parted, Jimin's eyes met yours, him leaning forward to stay above you- your legs raising to spread in preparation- while his one hand rested beside your head, he took the other to hold his erection to your heat, your shoulders tensed from the butterflies swarming your stomach.

"Are you sure?" His whisper was nearly inaudible, but nothing in this world would ever change your mind.

"Yes," you nodded, breathless. "Please." Your hands moved to rest on his shoulders- slowly he began to push within your walls- the pain nearly brought you to tears- but, you clenched your teeth, forcing yourself to relax just enough for him to penetrate further, his heart thrumming beneath his chest, especially with the pain he did not want to inflict on you.

"[Y/N], I'm so sorry, are you sure about this, I don't want to hur-" he paused immediately when he heard a muffled cry escape you.

"It's okay, keep going," your eyes were squeezed shut, and you eased your body from the tension knowing he was halfway there. Steadily, he moved further until all of him was within you, the worst part finally being over, you calmed yourself enough to stare into his eyes, your breaths increased, yet relief flooded your countenance because now the pain was subsiding just enough for him to proceed. He thrusted slowly, his lips passionately syncing with yours as your fingers tangled with the smooth tufts of his hair- with one hand, he rested his fingertips above your clit, rubbing affectionately whilst sexing you- the building of the fire below causing your muscles to taut. How something so powerful could bring such a wondrous escape you would never be able to equate,

"Mmm," you hummed against his mouth- the sensation of the orgasm finally reaching its peak- him jolting backward, to finish pumping his spillage onto the bed sheets to then watching you unravel from the ecstasy released from your core. "Holy shit," you could barely find words- perspiration covered each of your bodies, the heat nearly stifling yet still wanting his skin upon yours lingered. He embraced you once the sensitivity dimmed- you nestled your face into the side of his neck.

"We did it," you whispered, finding it adorable how accomplished you feel, and Jimin pressed you tighter to him, his fingers running along the side of your arm- him moving to brush a gentle peck to the side of your forehead.

"We did it," he repeated, a large, contagious smile spreading across his face- a smile you had fallen in love with once upon a time. You shifted just enough to where your arms hugged behind his neck- bare chests pressed together- your leg lacing around his waist, his hand sliding to rest upon your hip. The silver pendant entered your sight, and amazement hovered,

"You still have it,"

It wasn't a question, more of a softened statement; it was the first time you mentioned it aloud, but Jimin knew exactly what you were talking about, "I never planned on taking it off," rendered speechless, you kissed him one more time, letting every piece of him whisk you away- and nothing could ruin this moment. Park Jimin was back in your arms, and nothing was ever going to take him away from you. Not again.

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The fabric of your dress feels silky beneath your palms as you slide them to smooth out any wrinkles. Makeup finished as well as the curling of your hair, you are proud of the dress you chose to wear- it being your favorite color, and one you confidently feel Jimin will love just as much. For some reason, you feel anxious about seeing him tonight, though you don't know why exactly. You have known him a total of fourteen years, yet it still feels like you are seeing him for the first time with any day he is standing before you. Flicking off the lights to your bathroom and bedroom, you scurry down the stairs with your black clutch in hand, entering the living room in the direction of the front door.

"Well, someone looks extraordinarily beautiful tonight,"

"Oh! Mom! You scared me!" You gasp, chuckling when you turn to see your mom leaned against the door frame that leads into her office; her arms are crossed though she smiles at you suspiciously.

"Sorry, honey. I was on Facebook when I heard heels, so I came running,"

Lowkey a fashion guru, your mother always enjoyed seeing the gowns you would be fitted for events, and knowing you haven't had anything lined up recently, she rushed intuitively to see what her daughter is up to.

"Well, what do you think?" You twirl in place, the dress brushing your knees before hanging in place.

"What's the occasion?" Mom raises a brow, though you know she's teasing. Your mother has always been one who liked to be aware of where you are in case if something were to happen which you know that is how you would be if you had a child. Though aware of your fame and constant schedule, your mother wants to at least know you're safe, especially when you are followed most of the time in public.

"I'm... going to see Jimin tonight," you have refrained from bringing him up countless times knowing it can be a potentially uncomfortable topic for your mom, but you refuse to lie about your whereabouts for fear of something that might not be the case anymore. Distant, you notice the way she seems closed off, like something is drifting a cloud of culpability above her head. "Mom, are you okay?" Worried that something may be wrong, you question: does she not like him? Sadly, you truly have avoided any conversation revolving Jimin; even when he came back into your life, it still made the topic awkward.

Mom bites the corner of her mouth before letting out a defeated sigh, "I'll be right back." She steps into her office, and your eyebrows scrunch in obvious curiosity as to what she is doing. Waiting patiently, she makes her way to you, hand outstretched with a folded picture she gestures toward you. "I found this the other day, and I thought maybe you should have it." Your mother slightly grins against welling tears, and when you reach for the picture, you carefully open it, tears filling your own eyes at what you see.

It's a picture of you and Jimin from when the two of you were either fourteen or fifteen- taken in the evening since it was dark in the background; you figured it must have been cold because you were wearing a jean jacket while he wore his favorite gray hoodie at the time with the bolded word 'Supreme' written in the center. His arms were draped over your shoulders, and you could see the top of a Mcdonalds drink resting in his free hand. The pair of you were smiling so wide defining the happiness the two of you brought to each other on any given day.

"I remember this," you murmur, looking back at your mom, "Our families went out to eat together, and you and his mom were taking God knows how many pictures," you kid. A tear pangs your mother's cheek as she shares a smile with you.

"I remember too. It was such a great night."

"It was," staring at the photo, your heart swells, "Thank you, mom."

When you step to hug her, that's when she loses it- tears spilling down her cheeks while she holds you so close, "I'm so sorry," she sniffs, "We could have worked everything out- grounded you, supervised the two of you or, something! I shouldn't have forced you to move away."

"Mom," you plea, not wanting her to hurt because it breaks your heart to see anyone you know, and love upset. The both of you have held your feelings about the situation for seven long years and never even tried discussing it. Sometimes, talking can be the best medicine- not only do you have to think before you speak, but forgiving the person long before the two of you work things out can really help solve a problem. All one must do is listen.

"I just... I panicked! I didn't want my daughter to make a mistake. You were so young-"

"It's okay, mom, really. I understand,"

"I wanted to even force you to switch out of drama class, all because I was so scared. I didn't even want you in the play. Your father convinced me to let you perform because," she pulls away and holds your arms, wanting to look in your eyes that mirror her own, "He reminded me that we were young once too. We met at sixteen, you know that. And I just remember feeling so guilty when he told me that," your mother looks down for a moment to gather her words, "I could have lost my daughter because I believed I was doing the right thing. I should have trusted you, and I am so, so sorry for everything."

"Mom," you hug her again, "I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago."

"Oh, it's so good to know that!"

"And, mom, if we never moved back to our hometown, I wouldn't be as successful in my career as I am now. You encouraged me to go back into acting, and for that I will forever be grateful. Besides, Jimin came back. That's all that matters," your reassurance mends her heart together as she carries pride in her eyes on how far you have come in all that you have endured.

"I love you. And, if you ever need to talk to me about anything, anything at all, you know I'm here for you,"

"Even if it's about Jimin?" You giggle lightheartedly, tucking the picture of you and him in your clutch for safekeeping.

"Even if it's about Jimin." She smiles, "Now what are you still doing here? Go! Get out! Have fun, and please be safe!"

Skipping out the door, the feeling of closure overwhelms your soul, and for once, you feel as if life couldn't get any better, and now you and your mother can one hundred percent be the rock you will forever need no matter where life takes you. When the black SUV that holds your favorite driver, Stan, appears, you burst through the gate and into the back of the car, for him to hand you a small note.

Meet me on the rooftop. Your Chim Chim xo

You reread the note with a smile when you make it to an elevator upon arrival to Jimin's hotel- Stan saying to call whenever you are ready to be picked up. You're amazed how little people seemed to be roaming the hotel, and as a normal for you, you scoped your surroundings in case of any clicking cameras before stepping into what will lead you to your destination. Reaching the top floor, you find a staircase that you presume will climb you to the rooftop, so in determination you begin, trekking up the flight of stairs until you pause at a door.

Inhaling and exhaling calmly, you slowly push open the door, rounding a corner where an intriguing scenery causes you to gasp in surprise. Stringed lights glisten, covering every pole of mahogany wood that encloses the area together. Candles are blinking upon an elegant, black table for two adorned with silverware, lid-covered plates, a wine bottle, and two empty wine glasses. Flowerpots are hanging from different sections of the balcony, bringing more color to the patio; sparse trees fill the rest of the space, the atmosphere exuberating nothing but serenity. Jimin did all of this for you.

Eyes searching, you finally find him, in a black fitted suit, hands in his pockets while he stares at the starry sky. Taking the time to admire him, you have always been so in awe of how genuine he is. Treating his fans with all the love, constantly caring for his family, keeping up with his friends, and for always being there for you no matter what it takes. He listens to you the same as you do for him and being in the entertainment business where rumors spread like wildfire, sometimes a listening ear is what one needs. He has been everything you have ever wanted, and he always will be.

You clear your throat, "Well, sir, you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to spend time with me."

Whirling on a heel, his expression eases when he sees it's you, "Hey!" He beams, eyes disappearing from how big his smile spreads. "I didn't hear you come in. How long were you standing there?"

Noting how he seems embarrassed, you can't help but find it irresistibly adorable, "Not long," you promise, watching him step in your direction.

"Good, I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay, Chim. I don't even know why you're worried, silly,"

"Whoa, you really took me seriously when I said to wear something pretty," Jimin reaches for your hand while you lower your head timidly.

"Look at you! You look like a model!" Jimin throws his head back at your compliment, "And, look!" You point at his shoes, "New shoes! Look at those beautiful, new shoes!"

"I told you I was going to get new ones today!" He tries stifling his laughter in the crook of his arm before sliding your chair out for you to sit.

"And, have I ever told you how much I love the blonde hair on you? I feel like I don't tell you enough," One thing you have learned over the years of knowing Jimin, is he blushes just as easily as you do. When one compliments him, he can't help but slump in his chair before burying his forehead onto the back of his wrist.

"Why are you making this about me," he whines playfully, "I want this to be about you,"

"But, it's always about me, maybe I like to spice things up a bit to appear humbling," your eyebrows wiggle, sending Jimin in another bout of giggles.

"Speaking of spice, are you hungry?"

"Famished," you dramatically emphasize, Jimin shaking his head at you with amusement while he reaches over to lift the lid of the plate. A steaming slab of steak laying scrumptiously on a pile of rice makes your mouth water, even when your eyes trail to the seasoned vegetables beckoning you to devour them. "This looks so good," you acclaim, preparing a fork and knife in order to start slicing. Jimin has already taken a bite in agreement. Deciding to take another swoop of how beautifully the décor mingles with the design of the patio, you speak after swallowing your first mouth full of meat. "I wasn't expecting this," you say softly, looking back at Jimin who cocks a musing eyebrow.

"What did you expect? Mcdonalds?" Jimin grabs the wine bottle, succeeding in opening it before he pours each of you a glass.

"No, you brute, the patio! It's wonderful up here."

"I wanted everything to be special." He murmurs, lifting his glass after holding your eyes, "You deserve it,"

In all honesty, you are at a loss for words, because how you ever deserved a man so loving, you will never know. And amidst conversation, you briefly remember the picture your mother gave you before you left, and deciding to make this known, you wet your lips, "So, I talked to my mom earlier this evening and," you prop your elbow onto the table after gripping the memory within your fingertips, the back of the picture facing Jimin. "She gave me this, and I wanted to show it to you."

Handing it to him, he gently takes it, a reminiscent grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I remember this," he says, "my brother actually teased me because..." He trails off, his grin falling for a moment. "I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend that day, but I chickened out." Your shoulders fall a bit though your heart flutters. Jimin was going to ask you to be his girlfriend? What made him afraid to? You open your mouth to speak, but when you find no words, he continues. "I had assumed that it was just going to be me and you going out that night with Jihyun, but, then both our parents ended up coming."

"That's still so sweet of you," you assure him, wanting the guilt that clouds his eyes to dissipate.

"I like this picture by the way." He holds it up and hands it back over to you. "I want a copy."

"I'll print one for you," you pact, his sincere eyes never leaving yours- all you know is if the table between you didn't exist, you'd kiss him. But as if he reads your mind, he reaches across the table and intertwines his fingers with yours; your eyes still locked preparing to say something, but the scrape of the door makes the two of you jolt and hands part. "Dessert!" A waiter lays out two white bowls in front of each of you, to then taking up the emptied dinner plates.

"Chocolate ice cream?" You say as Jimin smirks at your mouth falling open in glee.

"Our favorite," he winks, bringing a fourteen-year-old memory back in loop of the days where he loved to wear it on his face, and you never let him live it down. Chocolate syrup is drizzled over the dollops, a leaf of mint nestled on top of a scoop to complete the appetizing goal.

"I thought you said you weren't good with girls," you scoff, pressing your spoon into the dessert.

"I'm not."

"Then what is this?" you say quickly, gesturing to the dessert of symbolism.

"I think what you're trying to say is I'm romantic," He raises a brow, pointing his spoon toward you. "Besides, I think it's about time that we admitted that we are committed."

A warm sigh brushes over your cold lips, the taste of the ice cream melted on your tongue, because you know he's right. What have you really been afraid of? Was it really your mother for the fear of her still not accepting him? Well, now you know that she will accept him, so that's not an excuse. Were you afraid of the hateful words that would be thrown your way if the press were to confirm a relationship between you two? In the end, it's about you and Jimin, and despite hate, what would it matter if the world knew? Candidly, you want to protect him from the media, but your strong feelings of keeping him safe are equal to how much he wants to keep you safe.

What really scares you, more than anything, is losing him again. And, you have remained in this strange thought that if the pair of you stayed simply friends that maybe it would prevent heartbreak. Others, for example Maeve, you know would be highly confused by your thought process on the entire subject because why not be in a relationship with him when you both already seem like you are in one? What's crazy is you know Jimin loves you more than anything in this world, you can feel it, yet the pair of you have not said it since you were sixteen years old. The couple years of him returning made you fall in love with him all over again, and the truth is:

You would love to be his girlfriend. You would love to just be his forever.

Before you can respond, the subtle sound of a guitar begins to play through speakers you notice are hanging a distance behind the flowerpots. As if on cue, Jimin stands to his feet, patting his lips daintily with a crumpled napkin before tossing it on the table. "You want to dance?" He asks you, offering his hand.

"Always," he leads you to a secluded spot upon the balcony, and his arm rests behind your back. The volume of the music rises just a notch, you squeeze his shoulder once before resting your head on his chest. The side of his chin brushes your forehead while he sways you so gently, and merely getting lost in the feel of him. Your heart pounds to the rhythm of the song, and you swallow against the nerves enveloping your chest, and you let the song finish into the start of the next one, when you pull away enough to gaze into his eyes. Concern etches in his irises the second he sees you, slowly swaying to a halt. "Jimin," you breathe, fingers tightening their hold on his hand and his shoulder unintentionally, but he is ready to hear what you have to say, no matter what it may be. "Jimin, I know the past two years have not only been the most trying, but they also have been the most rewarding," you timidly drop your gaze to the silver necklace he has resting on the collar of his shirt before returning to stare at him once again, "I am in love with you, and I am ready beyond belief to let the world know it."

Nothing will ever be more magical than watching Jimin's smile grow, and the second it does, Jimin puts both hands on your waist, hoisting you in the air, spinning you around from the excitement he feels soaring all around his soul. You let out a loud laugh, linking your fingers behind his neck, your body leaning forward just a bit as your legs bend to where your heels almost reach your back. "I got you!" He laughs as you lightly lay your chin on his soft bundle of hair until he settles you back to your feet. Jimin, the one who stuck with you from the beginning and will stick with you until the end; the one who knows you more than you know yourself at times, the one you can laugh with, the one you can cry with; the one that you know will never want to lose you as long as he lives.

"I love you so much," His beautiful, brown eyes continue to bore into yours and just the pure love in them nearly brings you to tears, and in this very moment, something rings true- that if this man doesn't kiss you right now, you're going to lose it! Running your left hand through his hair, you stop at the back of his head. His wide smile turns into a grin as he leans closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours prompting your lips to part in preparation for his kiss, ready to feel the fireworks bursting in every place of your heart, ready to be wrapped so tight in his arms, ready for him to leave you breathless as he always does. Jimin then slips a hand off your waist and holds up his pinky finger to you- it catches you off guard, but it the most beautiful way.

"Promise me something, [Y/Nickname]." he nearly whispers.

"Anything, Chim,"

"Promise me that no matter what... You'll love me forever."

A tear slips down your cheek as joy overflows you, because from the first promise the two of you ever made to now, every memory you both have shared has been forever written on your heart. And you know from the look in Jimin's eyes, you both will be sharing plenty more.

"I promise, Jimin, " you say, bringing your pinky to his and wrapping it securely. "I will love you forever and always. Now... you better kiss me before I change my mind!"

Thrusting his head back in flattery, he shakes his head at you with glimmering eyes as he straightens himself to where he can cup your face with his palms. There is never a dull moment with you, and he knows a playful remark always has to be congruent within the seriousness, and when his plush, warm lips touch yours for the first time this evening, the fireworks begin, but instead of in the sky, they are literally bursting in every direction of your heart. No camera, script or film can ever describe how real this moment is. How true it feels. You both hold each other tight, feeling not only love but forever. As Jimin kisses you, sparks ignite, both your heads spinning, hearts pounding and cherishing every second, excited for the future.

Like the end of a perfect movie, you can faintly hear the beautiful song, singing the words of your promise, come to an end.

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[caxsthetic]

Be Fine

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Hurtful Truth: Some things would always haunt us, no matter how many times we tried to run away. 

Pt. 1 ⇚ Part 2 ⇛ Pt. 3 

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He never knew heartbreak.

For almost thirty years of his life, Miya Osamu never knew how it feels to have his heart shattered into a million little pieces.

Since he was sixteen, he had a lover that always took care of him. He had you, someone who devoted all of your life for him, even abandoning your own dream to make sure that you could always be there by his side in a matter of seconds.

There was no one as loyal as you, the woman who got a lot of people standing in line just to get some attention from. Osamu didn’t have to be worried that someday you would leave him, he didn’t have to ask who you were with for every few minutes. Because he knew damn well — that you would turn down everyone who showed you even a glimpse of interest.

So he kept coming back to the moment he knocked on your brother’s apartment all those months ago. He kept replaying how his hand touched the brunette’s cheek, how his lips captured the unfamiliar plump lips, how he got in bed with someone else that was not you.

What worse from that, was the fact he kept coming back to the same new routine.

He didn’t particularly know when his feelings for you started to vanish into the thin air. There was just no spark anymore when he kissed you, no fiery flame that he usually felt when he pushed you to the bed and devoured you for the rest of the night. Something that used to fulfil his mind and soul satisfaction, became just a physical necessity.

The sound of vegetables being cut was the only thing that rang on his eardrum as he got lost in his mind all over again. Even though he was not alone, he knew better not to make a conversation with his company. His twins, Miya Atsumu.

Ever since he broke it off with you, his twin never stopped pestering him and guilt-tripped him for every chance that he could get. Right now, he even could feel how the brown orbs that belonged to the setter currently sending daggers at the back of his head.

“Don’t you think you are rushing it?” Atsumu finally cut the silence. He actually never once wanted to intervene or poke his nose on his brother’s life. “Didn’t you just start to fuck Sunarin around ten months ago?” But this, this was something that he couldn’t let go as it was.

Because it involved you, you and your very much fragile heart.

Osamu knew too well about how much the setter cared for you. Sometimes he would even think how much better you would be if you fell in love with the blonde instead of him. Atsumu was the one with immense passions, the successful volleyball’s player that had the attention of the whole nation — even beyond.

Yet for all of those years that went by, he was the one who got your heart. And by any chance, he felt like he was winning, at least he was winning something in this life for having a woman that his twin once wanted to have too.

“It’s none of your business.”

He answered with such a curt voice, focusing on the meal that he prepared for his fiancé. Rintarou was away for a week, and he wanted to do something for the love of his life. Yeah, the love of his life. He kept telling himself that, about how if he didn’t really love the brunette he would never cheat on you anyway, so he was pretty sure that his feelings right now were real.

Osamu realised how his relationship with the EJP Raijin’s middle blocker would turn out. Too fast as they just want to reach the finish line, to secure a goal, a real win. Not even one thinking about how you felt as you can only zip your mouth while standing on the sideline.

He thought that the silence that ensued after his response was enough. That maybe today he could just think about his fiancé with peace. Without you that still managed to slip yourself inside his head, without his twin letting out an opinion about how stupid he was for wasting your life.

But when he heard the stool knocked to the ground behind him, he knew that his nightmare would never end.

“For fuck sake you just dumped (Y/n) four months ago and now you are going to wed her brother?!” Atsumu was seething, stomping on the hardwood floor of his twin’s new apartment with a hand carding his own hair in frustration. “You are disgusting.” The setter even spits to the ground, but Osamu didn’t mind it at all.

Because he deserved every insult and hatred that he got.

Atsumu scoffed and grabbed his car keys from the kitchen island when his twin didn’t turn his back to face him. The nausea that he felt when he was around the businessman was sickening, that at this point he wanted nothing but strangle the life off the body of his doppelganger.

It did not come though, another slander or any kind of physical abuse from the setter. The black-haired man just stirred the miso soup that he prepared, numbing his heart and soul, once again acting like someone didn’t want to kill him or something. He knew that Atsumu would surrender, he would get tired anyway when he didn’t receive a response.

When he heard the front door being slammed, that was when he could finally breathe. Osamu didn’t even realise that his hands were trembling, that his skin produced a cold sweat as he once again succumbed to the guilt that eating him alive for every morning that he woke up to.

He still remembered the look inside your eyes, how the warmth that usually there was gone in an instant when he confessed what he had done. He remembered how you took a step backwards every time he walked closer to you, the frightening look that he never thought would be seen from your orbs.

It was only a matter of time before his family and friends knew what he did to you, only a matter of seconds that the news popped on the internet of how the woman behind Onigiri Miya left their shared house — that had been filled with their for years.

His family gave him a look of disappointment, and his twin brother even now could only see him with disdain predominating the brown orbs. But even then, even after what he had done to you, there was no hatred that could be felt radiated from your body. Just utter sadness, and distress.

Possibly because you were just having your heart crumbled, possibly because you never thought that he would do such a thing to you. But just that. You still look at him with the same love that you showed for him since you were sixteen, not even the tiniest bit of loathe could be seen.

And he didn’t deserve that.

“Hey, Rinrin.” Rintarou looked up from his phone, turning his gaze towards you as you twirl your body around. “Penny for your thoughts?” You looked so beautiful with the wedding dress that your mother and he used on her wedding day.

You looked so ready, all grown up now as an engagement ring circled around your finger. He swallowed a huge lump, funny how his long time crush was the one who slid that sophisticated ring on his sister.

“You look good.” He cringed from his own compliment to you. You looked so radiant that he even thought twice whether you were really related to him or not.

The two of you were nothing alike. You were such an angel with all of the good intentions and positive vibes that you had. While him on the other hand — sometimes he wished for your relationship to end, sometimes he even wished that he never introduced you to his teammates back then in high school.

And he always felt so nasty, because you had never been anything but kind to him. “I mean—”

“Hehe, I know, Rin.” You chuckled a little and walked closer to his figure. “I know that you wanted to say more than that.” You always knew what was inside his mind that was always filled with thousand random things, a contrast to the words that slipped from his lips.

Always so good, too kind for this world. You never knew how poisonous his mind sometimes no matter how much he loved you. And he always felt so sick for even thinking about such things about your happiness.

You fiddled your fingers, making him raise one of his eyebrows. He knew that you felt nervous, that you were afraid of whatever that could happen in your life. Your mind was filled with thoughts, and he wondered what inside your head right now. He was not you, he couldn’t read his sibling’s mind.

“I want to say thank you, Rin.” You looked down, stroking the ring that adorned your finger. “Thank you for bringing me to your practice that day.” Then you looked up, teary-eyed fell on his face. “Thank you for bringing Samu to my life.”

See? An angel. So innocent, eyes glimmering with hope and love.

How could he even think about tearing those joy away from you? What kind of brother was he for wanting to be in your position? To be such a jealous person and wishing that he didn’t have a sister that could catch the eyes of his crush.

He promised, he promised to himself that he would let you be happy. That his feelings were nothing compared to your happiness. That someday he would find someone else that would be his last harbour. He pulled you close to his embrace, and he could feel how you were so warm, that just having you as a sister was already a blessing.

He would never hurt you, he promised that.

Yet two months from now, he broke it so easily as he slithered his hand under your fiancé’s shirt, capturing the lips that caught yours for years. So easily, he did all of that so easily. And he continued to do so, he continued the taboo rendezvous over and over again — as if you were never there, to begin with.

“Rin?” The middle blocker jolted when he heard the familiar voice calling out to him. “Rin, sweetheart?” Why it felt wrong, why it didn’t feel right as the nickname rolled down from the tongue of his love. “You looked pale, are you alright?”

Osamu put down the glass of champagne to the table, ignoring all the blare of music that filled the entire club. He was now worried about how the brunette seemed to be sick. Rintarou didn’t answer, his green eyes were blank as it stared at the bubble on his glass.

“I am not, not really.”

Tonight was their bachelor party, they were supposed to have so much fun together with a bunch of friends. Man and woman, they were all joining the entertaining night. With both of their money combined, the couple reserved a famous club downtown until morning.

Everything went so good as everyone laughed and danced, some congratulate them, saying that they were happy for them.

But were they really happy for them? Or was it all just an act because it was the proper thing to do?

The black-haired man really wanted to part his lips and asked. He wanted to know what could possibly make his fiancé look so gloomy at a party, the party that was held for them. Yet deep down, he knew. He didn’t want to believe it but somehow at the back of his head, he could see it.

“Have you heard anything from (Y/n), Samu?” The nickname rolled so smoothly from Rintarou, the nickname that Osamu allowed only for his twin brother and his lover. Used to be you, the other person that could call him like that used to be Suna (F/n). Not — not Rintarou, not your brother.

It was as if the entire club was being put on hold. They stare at each other, with a look that they couldn’t quite fathom, both didn’t know what was inside each other’s mind. Letting out a sigh, Osamu drew his phone from his pocket, unlocking the screen lock and scrolling through the messages that he had left for you.

All was left ignored.

“The last time she answered my message was three days ago,” Osamu announced, he closed the app and opened it up again, wishing that maybe it was just his phone lagged or his internet connection being a shit. But there was still nothing, no new message even though his phone was in its prime condition.

“What was it all about?”

“About this party.” He swallowed a huge lump, biting his bottom’s lip to prevent himself from cracking. “She said she would be there for the two of us. Saying that she would always be there.” His grey orbs never left the small screen, reading through the passage that you sent.

Rintarou groaned and gulped down the champagne as if it was mineral water. He didn’t care about the dizzy feeling that he would get, later on, he didn’t care about that at this point. Slamming the glass to the table, he leaned his back on the soft cushion, staring blankly at the glittering ceiling.

It was the same, the last time he heard from you was around three days ago as he asked about whether you would be there to join the party that was being held two nights before the wedding day. You said the same thing, about how you would be here, how he didn’t have to worry about anything, that you were not going anywhere.

But it had been three hours and yet the gigantic door of the club still closed without your existence graced this place.

“Osamu.” Now the black-haired man was the one who jolted. “Michinari hit his limit now, I need to help him get back to his place.” The voice that belonged to his old captain brought him back to reality. “Is it alright to go home early?”

A little smile was there on Kita’s face as both of his hands were propping to help the now wasted apothecary. Akagi said that he would have work tomorrow, and yet he was the one who got so drunk, making the dual coloured haired man snicker at the fact.

“Oh, yes. Of course, it’s alright Kita-san.” Osamu immediately stood up, followed by Rintarou as they bowed to the man that they had immense respect to. “Please take care, we couldn’t wait to see you on the wedding day.” He said it so smoothly as if it was something that he practised in front of the mirror for hours.

“Alright then. We will take our leave.” Kita bowed a little, turning his back after that and focused on the man in his care. But before he could take another step forward, Akagi yanked his attention back to the couple.

“Ngh, please take care of (Y/n)-chan.” His voice was a slurred, yet everyone could get his point across. “She had been asking me for more sleeping pills, I think she had trouble sleeping.” The ex-libero said it so effortlessly as if it didn’t make the two men in front of him feel like being poured with cold water.

The couple looked at each other, nodding and smiled at the wasted man.

“We will, Akagi-san. I am going to check up on her tomorrow.”

Satisfied with the answer, their upperclassmen finally turned away completely. The businessman still had a soft smile on his face, waving his hand to the two fleeting figures. And when they finally walked past the door, he could finally let out a breath that he didn’t even realise he held it in.

“I will check her tomorrow,” Rintarou muttered under his breath. “You had been there the last time, now it’s my turn.” He missed you, he felt like he missed something in his life every time he had an official match and couldn’t see you on the bleachers.

You were always pushing him forward, always the first person who came when he needed company, the first person that helped him pick up all of his pieces and made it intact once again every time he was down.

So maybe he would be the one who helped you up now. Maybe it was time for him to have your back.

Yet at the same time, he felt like it was not his place anyway.

Since he was the one — who shattered your life into pieces.

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The morning light peeking through the curtain. It stung his vision as it was the first thing that he saw. Was it morning? The sun was too bright to consider that right now was still early. Suna groaned, sitting up straight on the bed since he remembered that he needed to go to your house today.

His eyes darted to his side, eyebrows raised as he realised that he was alone. He still needed to get used to this house, the trace of you could still be felt on every corner of the walls. Swallowing a huge lump, he immediately got out from the bed, once again disgusted with himself as he realised that he slept on the bed where you slept for years.

He never thought about it before, when he first got lost on the same bed with the black-haired man. For the first six months of his lust-filled night, your existence was nothing to him. He knocked, being led to the bed, whimpering and groaning as the dainty fingers that usually shaped onigiri — shaping him into whatever that his lover wanted him to be.

Did you really want to see him? What if you wanted some space? Osamu once told him that both of them could not pressure you. They needed to give you time. After all, you already allowed them to be together, you were alright with it as you pushed the two of them to be together once again. You already forgave — no, wait.

You never said anything about forgiving them.

Rintarou groaned frustratedly as he jumped under the shower. His nails dug the hard surface of the tiles as the shame and guilt started to tear his sanity little by little. He shook his head, wanting to believe that you were happy for them. You let them together, to be in love with each other, at least they got your blessing. That was enough.

The brunette just decided to do a quick shower, grabbing a random shirt and boxer from the drawer. He needed to do something, he needed Osamu. They needed to talk, he would go insane if it would be going around like this. It felt too much; the scent, the aura, everything in this house just screamed you.

He hurriedly walked downstairs, his heart beating so fast all of a sudden as if he was running away from a serial killer. Rintarou needed to talk things out, either to his fiancé, or his lovely sister. Before the wedding, before he changed his last name to Miya, he needed one more reassurance.

But his heart immediately felt at ease when he saw the back of his lover. Osamu hummed a song while cooking. Perhaps lunch — or breakfast for him — he flipped the pan effortlessly. And with just a sight of his old-time crush since high school, Rintarou was blinded once again.

His mind was clouded with needs, with peace. This was what he always imagined, to see someone he adored so much cooking for him. The sight was worth thousands of dollars; with arms flexing, broad back moved around here and there, Rintarou took some steps closer to gather more warmth.

He slipped his arms around Osamu, eyes fluttering close as he was now recharging his mind and body. His fiancé just chuckled and turned off the stove, untangled himself before turning his body to face the sleepy man.

“Can’t believe you really sleep for hours.” Snickering, his hand carding the brown strands gently. “I cook some European cuisine today, do you want to eat—” But he stopped the second he saw the forlorn look inside the green orbs. And he understood the reason behind it.

Osamu couldn’t believe himself this morning as he woke up and reached out his hand to the side. He interlaced his hand with the one person besides him. Instead of squeezing it, he pulled his hand so fast, as if the feelings were foreign. That was not you, the size and the skin were different.

It was as if he came back to a year prior, where he wanted no one else but your presence. Maybe it was just alcohol that made him feel as if he never cheated on you as if he never had his tongue inside your brother’s lips. You were haunting him, even though you said you let him go already, it still tasted so bitter every time he swallowed down his saliva.

“Maybe it will calm you down, maybe not. But (Y/n) called me this morning.” Osamu spoke up, the information made the brunette’s pupil dilated. “I missed it, and when I called she didn’t answer. But she left me a message, she’s fine, Rintarou.” And right now, he didn’t know anymore was he trying to comfort his fiancé, or himself.

“And the message…?” The middle blocker pulled himself away, a little bit fidgety under the gaze that he couldn’t quite fathom. “She’s going to our wedding tomorrow, right? Or what was it all about? Define ‘fine’, Samu. My sister’s messages, how she typed her message? Is she really saying that she’s okay?”

He was always like this when he became too agitated, or too nervous. Osamu patted his shoulder gently before cupping his cheek, wiping the tears that wanted to spill from the corner of his orbs. “I needed to see her, I had to see her, Samu. I—”

“She’s away, Rin.” But those words shut him up. “She said she’s sorry that she couldn’t attend the wedding tomorrow. Maybe she needed space, we have to respect her choice.”

No, there was more to it. You were someone who always prioritizes others than yourself. It was just too drastic, to know that you suddenly told one of them that you were not going to be there. Something was off, Rintarou could feel it on every fibre inside his body.

“Hey, don’t think too much about it.” The long fingers that belonged to his lover, tilting his chin so his orbs met with the greyish one. “She’s fine, Rin. She needed more time and started to prioritise herself, it’s a good thing.”

He really wanted to retort, to voice out the sickening feelings that were swirling inside his stomach right now. Yet the gaze that he received told him to just zip it in, that he just had to focus on each other as tomorrow maybe when they seal their love, you would come around and they would be at ease.

So Rintarou just kept his mouth shut, believing the words that rolled down from his lover’s tongue. His eyes fluttering close before once again capturing the lips that now belonged to him.

Miya Osamu was all his, Miya Osamu wasn’t yours anymore — and he needed to get lost one more time, feeling the heat that he finally tasted after ten years just pining and grumbling. He wanted to be selfish, forgetting the breakfast that his fiancé prepared before.

He had to feel some kind of distraction, one thing to focus on until tomorrow at the time their future would be secured by the vow.

Because he needed to shake his own mind which forced him to keep coming back to you.

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➳ pairing: jaebeom x oc

➳ genre/warnings: soulmate!au, set in the olden days (dare i say historical!au), fluff

➳ word count: 1,075 words

➳ inspo: “I remember every single thing about you. I would change my everything if I could make you stay.” - @got7creators​ 7for7project week, physics of love poem, the truth untold by bts

➳ author's note: i am one day late!! took inspo from the prompt and turned it into this ;__; i know this chapter is not much, but it’s just to set the scene and i do have plans of turning this into a mini series!!! first time trying soulmate!au + i love this prompt so :)) hope you enjoy!! (even if its a lil short)

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Lim Jaebeom never let anything, or anyone, for that matter, disrupt his beauty sleep. Always eight hours, no more and no less. If he didn’t get a full eight hours, his entire system would get thrown out of whack and a sour mood would linger over his head for the remainder of the week.

He already had a late night, what with the newest modification in the garden keeping him up late and all. It was a wooden trellis that he made out of a fallen cedar tree, carved and sanded to near perfection with his own bare hands. The soreness of his muscles made it even more difficult to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber. Plus, the frigid air at the top of the tower where he slept did little to soothe his aching joints. If anything, the chilly surroundings made his body feel worn beyond his years. As he got older, he learnt that sleep was a precious, fleeting commodity.

Which was why he did not appreciate the ear-shattering scream that pierced his eardrums in the wee hours of what was to be a quiet Sunday morning. It sounded as though someone had snuck past the four sturdy deadlocks to his tower, climbed up the flight of spiral stairs and barged into his bedroom to scream in his face.

With a frustrated grumble, Jaebeom harshly threw the covers off and bounced out of bed, feet stomping on the creaking floorboards as he went to inspect the source of the ruckus from his window, thirty feet above ground.

He was met with an appalling sight. From the vantage point he watched in utter horror as his tirelessly crafted trellis shattered into a million pieces, lying scattered amongst the mess that was once his beloved vegetable garden. His precious baby cabbages, carrots and tomatoes were either covered in dirt or squashed by a human figure who planted head-first into the ground. It was a girl.

Jaebeom watched with an increasingly curious gaze as she peeled her face off the ground and pushed herself onto her feet, her back towards him. She was petite, not any taller than his shoulder, he guessed. Even from afar, he could see how her limbs were as thin as straws, her legs barely holding up her tiny frame. She bent forwards, brushed clumps of soil mixed with fresh fertiliser and bits of withered leaves off her beige linen dress before standing upright and turning around.

Jaebeom swore his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

In a flash, the man dropped to the floor. Much like in a battlefield when the general yelled ‘fire in the hole!’ and ordered his men to take cover, Jaebeom covered his head with his hands and said a silent prayer. He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t, let the girl see him. Not like this. Especially not like this. He hadn’t washed, hadn’t brushed his wavy, shoulder-length hair, and he certainly hadn’t worn his mask to hide the horrendous scar on his left cheek from her glistening, hazel eyes.

“Hello?” Came a voice – the softest, sweetest voice Jaebeom had ever heard.

“Go away, go away, please just go away-” He muttered to himself, wishing and willing the girl to get away from here, away from him. Nothing good would fall upon her shoulders if she were to interact with him in any way, shape or form.

“I… I’m sorry, kind sir!” A pause. Jaebeom imagined her pondering over her next words. He wondered whether she would chew her lips in nervousness. “I’ll pay you back! Here… I’ll…” Another pause. He didn’t want her money, he just wanted her to leave him in peace so that he could go about his usual Sunday routine and clean up the mess she made. “There’s five shillings in the sack of seeds by the shovel. Please accept my most sincere apologies!”

For the next two minutes, the man waited with clammy palms and a sweaty forehead. Only when he thought the coast was clear did he dare to peek out the window once more.

A twang of emotion (Was it disappointment? Emptiness? Or sadness?) shot through his chest. Inexplicably, his eyes followed the girl’s figure as she walked through the meadows, towards the town centre and away from him and his tower, his safe haven. Her servants’ dress was plain, the basket she held in her hand was common, and yet to Jaebeom, she stood out like the most eye-catching flower amongst the luscious greenery and the speckles of vibrant yellows and pinks. Like a main character of a play, she swayed and glided through the early spring blooms, becoming one with nature and completing the picture-perfect scenery.

There was an unmistakable pull towards this girl that Jaebeom could not articulate into words. He had only caught a glimpse of her face earlier before he hid himself, an action he now regretted as he longed and yearned to see her again. Something made him lean out of the window, his fingers itching to stretch towards her retreating figure.

That morning, he stayed by the window until late noon and the sun was high up in the sky, hoping, wishing, willing for her to return, the very opposite of his prayers earlier today. But that was before he was sure.

Now, as he sat by his desk in the candlelight, twirling a quill in his fingers while chewing on an apple, he knew.

He wrote:

“Mass is not proportional to volume

A girl as small as a violet

A girl who moves like a flower petal

is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass.

Just then, I am

Like Newtons Apple

I rolled towards her without stopping

Until I fell on her

With a thump, with a thump

My heart

Keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground

It was my first love.”

When he was younger, his fondest memories were of sitting with his grandma, helping her rub salt and chilli flakes onto napa cabbages while listening to her stories. She had many, but Jaebeom’s all-time favourite was a story of two lovers.

Two lovers separated by time and connected by a red string of fate – soulmates.

As his pinkie throbbed from the relentless tugging by an unseen red string towards the direction of the town, he could only sigh.

The girl who stumbled upon his vegetable garden and tripped over his cabbages was his soulmate.

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Love me Harder-Part 5*

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Summary: Falling in love with your sisters sworn enemy probably wasn’t the best idea…

Note: The time has come and I could not be any happier! I am so in love with this series and just Rafe in general. Mental health is so so important guys, I still struggle with it to this day. If you guys ever need anyone to talk to I am ALWAYS here. Stay safe and DO NOT be afraid to ask for help.

Ok so now that the sad part is over this is my warning that this part will NOT be for the faint of heart as in this shit is about to be so fuckin’ dirty.

Part 4 Part 6

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I woke up completely entangled with Rafe, our legs were twisted in odd angles, my head was buried in his neck, one of Rafe’s hands rested on my ass while the other was holding me close to him at my back, and this was honestly the best I had slept in a while…

I placed gentle kisses from his neck, to his jaw, and stopped on his lips. Rafe stirred in his sleep, his hand on my ass squeezing slightly before pulling me tighter to him. I repeated my process a few times until his eyes finally fluttered open, puckering his lips slightly which made me giggle. He rolled on top of me, settling himself between my legs. His tongue danced with mine despite our morning breath, which neither of us cared about. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him further into me, feeling his morning wood brush against me. 

“Hey y/n I-oh.” my sister called as she barged into my room.

“Yes Kiara?” I growled, Rafe awkwardly tilted his body to the side as he avoided looking at Kie. 

“Never mind, I’ll um...ask you later.” she stammered, quickly shutting my door on her way out. 

I grabbed Rafe’s cheeks and slammed his lips back to mine, rutting my hips into his. He moaned deeply into my mouth, my hand about to make it way south when John B burst into my room.

“Y/n I need-” he stopped mid sentence, slowly backing out of the room.

“Probably not best to do this here.” Rafe pointed out, kissing my red cheek.

“Guess I’ll just spend the whole day horny,” I grumbled, pouting as I crossed my arms.

“I think our first time together should be special, not a quick fuck in your room in hopes all the kids don’t barge in here.” Rafe chuckled, kissing my pouting lips. 

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I had a short shift today which Rafe accompanied me to since his dad had nothing for him to do today. I made him his own set up in the corner booth at the back of the restaurant so if I just so happened to go steal a kiss or two my dad wouldn’t see. I did cheat a little and took some silverware to wrap back where Rafe was so I could sit with him, and I even put him to work a little and had him help me. 

“So, there’s a party at Top’s tonight,” Rafe spoke, his eyes flicking to mine as I tensed.

“A Kook party, haven’t been to one of those in years.” I sighed, my leg starting to tap nervously.

“I wanted you to come with me, but if you don’t want to go we don’t have to.” he suggested, nudging my foot with his. 

“I don’t know Rafe...the Kooks don’t like me.” I murmured.

“Everyone likes you, don’t be ridiculous.” Rafe scoffed, chuckling when I rolled my eyes.

“Won’t the little Kook girls be upset to see you with someone?” I grinned, Rafe shaking his head as he smiled.

“They can be upset all they want, I got a hot ass girlfriend, and I plan on keeping her for as long as she’ll put up with me.” he smirked.

I leaned over the table to kiss him, tasting the beer he had been nursing the past few hours on his tongue. He chased after my lips when I pulled away, grabbing the back of my head to give me another wet, tongue filled kiss. 

“Rafe, my dad or my sister could come out here.” I giggled, pulling out of his hold.

“I can’t help it, I just want to kiss you all the time.” he mumbled, my heart melted to my toes. 

“As adorable as this is, I need help.” Kiara sighed, rolling her eyes when I smiled at Rafe. 

“You guys are seriously too much.” Kie rumbled as we were walking back to the kitchen. 

“You’re just mad because you won’t admit to liking Pope.” I smirked, her gasp sending me in a herd of giggles. 

“That’s not fair!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“DAD!” We both yelled. 

“Knock it off you two,” he mumbled. 

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“I don’t know about this guys…” I mumbled as I was getting ready for the party. 

“Well I think it’s a bad idea.” JJ imputed, his mouth full of a sandwich he helped himself to. 

“JJ I wouldn’t ask for your advice if the house was burning down.” I scoffed, smiling at his offended look through my mirror. 

“I hate to say it...but I agree with JJ.” Pope sighed, my eyes snapping to his.

“I can’t just bail on him, he’ll be so upset.” I pouted.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” John B asked, Kie shot daggers at him from across the room.

“There are so many things that could go wrong, like-” she started, but I was not going to let her spend two hours with every possible scenario that could happen.

“I’m going to stop you right there Kiki,” I chuckled, turning my attention back to the task at hand.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you shouldn’t go.” she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Gotta say after you takin’ that club to the side, I’m not all for this.” Pope said, casting his eyes to the floor.

“I know, but I doubt we’ll stay long. Rafe said he has other plans besides the party.” I shrugged, laughing when they all pretended to vomit.

“Ok I did NOT need that visual.” Kie groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.

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“You alright baby?” Rafe asked as we walked to the front door.

“Yeah, totally.” I lied, fidgeting with my fingers.

“You’re a horrible liar, we don’t have to go.” he insisted, grabbing one of my hands to kiss the back of it. 

“No, no these are your friends and I should at least attempt to um...get to know them?” I said as more of a question than a statement.

“We won’t stay for long, I think I have some other things in mind for us to do tonight.” he said slyly, my heart beginning to thump in my chest as he led me into the house.

“My boy, and I see you brought our resident traitor.” Kelce laughed, bro hugging Rafe.

“Watch your mouth, that’s my girl you’re talkin’ to.” Rafe said with mock humor in his tone, Kelce threw his hands up defensively.

“Come on man, I was just playin’” Kelce scoffed, handing Rafe a red solo cup. 

“What do you want to drink sweetheart?” Rafe questioned, giving me his signature smile.

“Whatever you have is fine.” I spoke, shuffling nervously on my feet as I gripped his hand tighter. He handed me a cup, and I took a huge swig, hoping that this would ease my nerves. 

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This was definitely the worst decision of my life. Rafe had ditched me not long after we arrived, leaving me sitting on the couch by myself. I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there, but I had about had it. I was so angry with him, and I wished more than anything I had just stayed home. 

I shot up from the couch, going to find him so I could leave. I was not going to sit around and only be a convenience to Rafe when we weren’t on Kook territory. I gasped in horror at the sight before me, rage and sadness building up inside of me. Rafe stood with the resident Kook whore Emily, laughing with her, and to top things off, he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. My mouth hung open in disgust, heart shattering into a million pieces. Rafe chose that exact moment to turn around, his face falling when he saw my expression. He made his way over quickly, but I beat him to it before he could speak.

“I can’t believe you,” I hissed, jerking away when he tried to reach for me.

“It’s not what you think, wait, baby please let me explain.” he rambled, but I couldn’t stay to listen to the rest of his excuse. I walked as fast as I could out of that house, not turning back.

“Y/n! Stop baby please!” Rafe called, I could picture him running his hand through his hair. 

“Fuck off Rafe, I’m sure Emily is missing your company.” I spat.

“No,fuck, would you please just let me explain?” he tried, but I was already in my car before he finished speaking. He knocked on my window, pleading for me to talk, but I instead turned on my car and left him standing there.

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I slammed on the breaks, tearing out of my car and stomping up the stairs. The other Pogues greeted me at the door, confusion written on their face. I felt the tears come then, my heart breaking even more if that was possible.

“Fuck, you guys were right.” I sobbed, John B threw his arms around me to hug me to him. The other Pogues joined in as well, all of us standing in the doorway as I cried in their arms. 

I sat in my room, staring at the ceiling as silent tears ran down my face. I wanted so bad for Rafe to be different, but he proved tonight that he was just like every other guy I’ve been with. Fuck, I was falling in love with the guy, and now everything is ruined. I had never been so incredibly happy then when I was with Rafe. I felt like I could be myself, and he understood me better than even my own family.

I saw lights appear in my window, but I didn’t bother to get up to know it was more than likely Rafe. I heard the truck door slam shut, knocking on the front door moments later. Since my room was right by the front door, I could easily hear the conversation happening. 

“I told you what would happen if I saw her shed one tear because of you.” John B growled.

“Guys seriously, it’s not what you think.” Rafe sighed.

“So she’s just crying for the hell of it?” JJ laughed humorlessly.

“Look...she means a lot to me. Do you think I’d be here, begging for her forgiveness if I didn’t care about her?” Rafe rambled, no doubt his hair was a disheveled mess.

“Let him go,” Kie piped in.

“What?” all three boys questioned.

“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen my sister... and I can’t- no I won’t let her be unhappy. Even if it’s Rafe making her happy, I will gladly keep it that way.” Kie explained. I heard some shuffling before my door creaked open, Rafe peeking his head in.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” I grumbled, rolling over so I was facing away from him.

“Let me explain myself, please.” he pleaded, and I felt the bed dip down on the other side.

“You were supposed to be different, I-I believed you weren’t who everyone said you were Rafe.” I sniffled, letting out a quiet sob. Rafe spooned himself against me, wrapping me tight to his chest.

“I promise you, it’s not at all what you think.” he insisted, pressing a gentle kiss right below my ear.

“Then what is it when you lean down to whisper in some bitches ear and both of you laugh?” I griped, trying to pull away from him, but he held me tighter.

“I was trying to set her up with Kelce.” he blurted, my eyes rolling.

“Bullshit Rafe,” I scoffed.

“No that’s the honest truth, you can read my messages, and I’ll even call him.” Rafe said, leaning his cheek on my shoulder.

“Well you looked awful cozy with her.” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry if it looked that way, it was not my intention.” he promised.

“There’s also the fact that you ignored me all night,” I griped.

“I know, I’m so so sorry baby.” Rafe sighed.

“You know the Kooks don’t like me Rafe, you practically fed me to the vultures.” I pointed out.

“It won’t happen again,” he insisted.

“You’ll be lucky if I ever go to a stupid party again.” I muttered, turning around in his hold.

“So am I forgiven?” he asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. 

“No,” I chuckled, Rafe groaned and buried his face between my breasts.

“You have to work for it Cameron,” I said, raking my fingers in his hair.

“Okay baby, I can do that.” he smirked against my skin.

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asked quietly, peaking up from my chest.

“Sure,” I nodded.

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Rafe drove down the coast line for a few miles until we got to the most gorgeous view I had ever seen in the Outer Banks. Rafe backed his truck in, my feet carrying me out the door as soon as he put it in park. We were right at the break of a spot where you could see the ocean perfectly without having to get up close, and just above the palm trees you could see the beautiful night sky. I don’t know how I hadn’t seen this place before, and I felt a surge of strong emotion that Rafe had brought me here. He took a blanket from the back seat to put over the bed of the truck, leaning against the edge of it.

“I know you like the sound of the ocean.” he mumbled, looking down as he wrung his fingers.

“What?” I whispered, slowly turning to him.

“I-...anytime I’ve seen you at a kegger, you’re always by yourself down where you can hear the ocean.” Rafe explained, reaching out to pull me against him.

“How observant of you,” I giggled, turning in his hold so I could look up at the stars.

“I come here a lot...mostly to get away from my family.” he confessed, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

“I can definitely relate to that,”  I chuckled, relishing the feeling of the warmth from his arms on the rather chilly night. 

“I know, so now if you need a safe spot to go you’ll always have one.” he hummed, kissing my cheek.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” I sighed, staring at the bright stars that stuck out among the millions of others.

“Just like you,” he chuckled.

“If that’s your way of trying to kiss up, that is a very poor attempt.” I laughed, feeling Rafe’s chest rumble as he joined in.

“I’ll try something else then.” he mumbled, moving his hands up and down from my hips to my waist. I tensed slightly as his nose skimmed my neck to my ear.

“L-Like what?” I stuttered, cursing myself for it.

“How about....I eat you out.” he said huskily, biting down on my earlobe. I inhaled sharply, my thighs rubbing together at the thought of it. 

“Hmmm baby? Would you like that?” he asked, trailing his fingers towards my shorts.

I nodded my head, quickly turning to face him. Our lips smashed together, sloppily moving our tongues to taste each other. Rafe lifted me on the edge of the truck bed, his big hands traveling up my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. I ripped off my shirt, my bra going next. His hands immediately came to my nipples, twisting and playing with them. I pulled his shirt off too, feeling his naked skin against mine. Rafe made quick work of ridding my shorts, taking my underwear with them. He pushed me to lay back, my breathing coming in short pants as I waited for his next moves. 

Rafe placed gentle kisses from the inside of my knee up to where I needed him, leaving love bites in their wake. His tongue took a slow lick all the way up my heat, moaning at my taste. I gasped loudly, my eyes closing tight. Rafe threw my legs over his shoulders, clamping his hands on my thighs so I couldn’t move them. I choked on a moan as he feverishly started to lick and suck everywhere, discovering the sensitive areas that left me breathless. 

“You taste so yummy sweetheart, all for me. Could your other little boyfriends get you as wet as I do baby?” he breathed out against me, even just his breath had me arching my back. 

“No, no Rafey they didn’t,” I whined, moving my hips to get more of his tongue. He took one of his hands to feel me, moving it to collect some of my wetness and spread it around. 

“So pretty, all mine.” he spoke, easing one finger in before adding another. 

“Rafe,” I gasped, my hand weaving through his hair to tug slightly.

His fingers curled inside of me, vigorously moving his tongue on my clit. I squirmed in his hold, feeling my impending release so close. Rafe switched his positions, using his tongue to lap up the slickness while his fingers rolled my clit. He was hitting all the right spots, something no other guy I had been with before could do. 

I moaned so loud when I came on his tongue, whimpering when Rafe lifted my ass in the air to drink up the cum leaking out of me. I pulled on his hair harshly, quickly becoming overstimulated. He moaned into me and I started shaking, already feeling another orgasm spinning down my spine. My thighs locked around his head when he sent me hurdling over the edge again, a mix of a grunt and a moan leaving my lips. 

Rafe sat me down gently, licking around his mouth for leftovers of my cum. My chest was heaving as I sat up to pull Rafe down to my lips, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands felt the hard muscles of his abdomen, slowly making their way up to his chest. I raked my nails over his nipples, earning a satisfied groan from Rafe. 

I scooted myself back, Rafe removing his shorts before crawling up after me. I pushed him to sit down, settling myself between his legs. He was very well endowed, bigger and thicker than any guy I had been with. I grabbed the base and squeezed my way to the tip, watching the precum ooze. Rafe cursed under his breath when I let some of my saliva drip down on him so I could move my hand better. I started twisting both of my hands, leaning to leave kisses up his neck. I bit my mark on the hinge of his jaw, soothing the bite with my tongue.

“Could your little Kook girls get you off Rafey?” I whispered, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive areas to make him moan.

“Fuck no,” he growled, taking a fist full of my hair.

“Mhm, ‘cause this dick is mine right?” I asked hotly, descending lower to lick his tip.

“Yes oh my god, don’t stop.” he grunted, pushing my head down as I took him all the way down my throat. 

I looked into his blown out eyes, fluttering my lashes at him. His pupils widened significantly, staring intently into my eyes as I blew him. Rafe threw his head back when I deep throated him so my nose touched his pubic bone, his breath coming in heavy pants. He pulled me up off of him, a string of spit still connecting up.

Rafe flipped us over quickly, prodding his length at my entrance. I nodded my head at him, and he pushed in. I welcomed the stretch, the feeling incredible because it was him. He gave a few experimental thrusts, my back arching into him when he hit that special spot inside of me. I whined when he pulled all the way out to slam home again, my breath leaving my lungs as he did it again and again. We finally got to a steady rhythm, both of us letting out disgruntled moans and grunts. 

“You feel phenomenal holy shit,” he breathed out, looking down at where we were connected. He brought one hand up so his fingers could rub my clit, tingles shooting up my spine at the feeling. 

“Shit, right there baby please,” I whined, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Gonna take care of my girl, gonna fuck you so good you won’t know anyone’s name but mine.” he growled, hitting that spot over and over to the point I was seeing stars. 

“Oh fuck, Rafe,” I gasped, my eyes closing from the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. 

“You’re mine,” Rafe grunted, increasing his movements with both his dick and his fingers. 

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Only mine,” he panted, my heart fluttering at the utter possessiveness of his tone. I already was starting to tighten up, Rafe groaning when I clenched around him.

“You’re squeezin’ down on me baby, gonna cum?” he taunted, smile wide as he continued to ram his hips into mine hard enough I knew there would be bruises by tomorrow. 

“Fuck yeah, you make me feel so good Rafey.” I moaned, threading a hand into his completely disheveled hair to bring him down to my lips.

He then suddenly slowed his pace, my eyes popped open to see his smug smirk. I whimpered, pushing my hips up to meet his. Rafe moved his hand from my clit to take a handful of my hair, arching my neck up to expose the smooth skin. He leaned down to sink his teeth right where my neck and shoulder met, then moved a little further up to leave another love bite, and his last one was right at my pulse point. 

“Scream my name, or you won’t cum.” he whispered in my ear, simultaneously as he did that he started to pound even fast before inside of me. 

I’m sure the whole Outer Banks heard me screech his name at the top of my lungs, Rafe’s teeth shining in the moonlight as he grinned down at me. His vigorous circles on my clit came back, even stopping to roll it between his fingers. I came so hard my back left the truck bed, my head even coming up as I arched. Rafe kept his pace, stimulating me through my release. Rafe moved so both his hands came to my hips, chasing his high. 

“Cum inside me baby, I wanna feel you drip down my legs.” I smirked, scratching my nails down his abs.

He came not seconds later, hot moans of my name left his lips as he stilled. Rafe collapsed on top of me, and I welcomed his weight. I loved the safe feeling of being engulfed in his embrace. I kissed all over his face, trying to smooth out his sex hair.

“Y/n?” Rafe murmured, leaning his head up to look in my eyes.

“Yes Rafe?” I mumbled back.

“I’m falling in love with you baby,” he confessed, my eyes widening. My heart took complete flight, my lips not able to keep from forming the biggest smile.

“I’m falling in love with you too slick,” I giggled, leaning up to connect our lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

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[98prilla]

Acceptance

Remus has a breakdown. 

A03

...

He’s shaking, trembling, really, curled up on the bed, rocking back and forth, arms wrapped tightly around himself, nails digging into his skin, but he can’t stop, he can’t stop, he’s so exhaustedly broken, but if he stops moving he’ll die.

 His room is a mess. He’s destroyed everything in it, all the furniture, his desk and his chair and his shelves, his morning star shattered to pieces. He’s already torn through his imagination, his castle in ruins, burned to the ground, ash scorching the air, the force of his screams blowing out the stained glass, and not in a fun way.

 His sketches are ripped and torn and scattered across the floor, his notebooks ripped in half, his paints stomped on, staining the floor in sticky puddles of colors, splashed against the walls, ruining the mural he’d worked so hard on, all mixing and melding into an ugly brown color.

 It’s ugly and disgusting and gross and he hates it, hates it all, hates himself, hates everything, everything here.

 The voices are so loud. They’re so loud in his head and he can’t drown them out, they eat away at his brain like acid oozing in through his ears, they rip at his skin with the force of a hurricane, peeling off his layers of skin, then muscle, then flesh, then bone, until he crumbles to dust, scraping him apart with his own bones, his own teeth turning against him as they clench down on his tongue, hot blood dripping between them, down his chin, and he can’t see anything, he’s lost, so lost, deep in his own head.

 He wants it to stop! He wants it to shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!

He’s choking on his blood and he coughs, spits, not caring that it lands somewhere on his bed, on his usually tidily made sheets, staining them red, red, red, too much red, and his fingers dig deeper into his flesh, more red dripping down his arms. He’s too hot and too cold and it aches and it burns and everything is too loud and too much, his clothes are scratchy and rough against his skin, his every breath in and out sounds like thunder, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

 He’s screaming. He thinks he’s screaming? He can’t tell if it’s him or someone else, but the sound is earth shattering, ear piercing, it gives him something to focus on, but soon his lungs are burning and despite everything his voice gives out, but there’s still too much left, he hasn’t let enough out, it’s still bubbling under his skin in ulcerous blisters. He screams again, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, because no one is coming, no one is left, no one is here anymore. DeeDee is gone, Virgil is gone, his brother is gone, Patton never liked him, and Logan barely tolerates him, he’s all alone, no one is coming to save him from himself, and it hurts, it hurts more than a knife to the heart, it hurts more than splinters in his eyes, it hurts more than tacks in his feet, it hurts more than swallowing fire ants alive, and distantly he’s aware of hoarse, desperate sobs cracking through the silence, but it doesn’t feel real, nothing feels real.

 His world is spinning, spiraling, colors blurring and blending and reality is cracking, and he can’t even name the strange horrors he’s seeing, just vague images and ideas, filled with pain, and hurt, and violence, and he cries out for someone, anyone, for Dee, please, please, please! Then it fractures into a million, billion fractal reflections and facades and broken, empty reflections, and he knows it is hopeless.

…

It’s Logan, who finds him. Remus has been oddly silent for the last three days, and though the others brushed it off, it has him worried. Still, he was hesitant to breach Remus’s walls, but Janus was backsliding, and he knows how good Remus is with the scaled side when it comes to this.

 The room is a mess. Which is what he is expecting, to be honest, Roman’s always is too, papers and ideas and sketches hung to cork boards, plotting out his next grand adventure or novel. But this is a different kind of mess. A destructive kind of mess. Which, again, may not be unusual, until he looks closer.

 Journals. Notebooks. Beautiful drawings done in ball point pen, incredibly detailed, it would have taken hours to make some of these, and he recognizes the ripped and trampled shreds of some of them, remembers Remus showing them with pride. He can’t imagine Remus destroying them, and he adjusts his glasses nervously, taking another step deeper into the dark room, having to squint to make anything out. He fumbles around, and finally finds a light switch. It turns on green fairy lights, and all the air rushes out of his lungs before he practically sprints to the bed.

 “Remus. Remus, can you hear me?” The creative side’s eyes are open, staring blankly ahead, unseeing. He’s rocking just a bit, mumbling incoherently under his breath. He’s wearing only boxer briefs, small shivers wracking his frame, and he can’t tell if it’s from cold or shock. Dried blood covers his chin, stains his arms, and he realizes that Remus is scratching at his chest in a steady, methodical pattern. It is oozing blood, a deep X mark, nails digging deep into his flesh as if trying to claw his heart out of his chest.

  He lets out a strangled sound and catches Remus’s hands firmly, though once he’s holding them, they go limp.

 “Remus. I am going to sink out with you now.” He doesn’t think Remus can hear him, but he narrates his actions anyway, taking a deep breath and sinking out to the commons.

 “Logan?” Virgil asks as soon as he appears on the floor with Remus, setting aside his headphones. Then he catches a good look of the two of them and curses, leaping off the chair, crouching by Logan's side.

 “He appears to be in a dissociative state. He is unresponsive to both noise and touch.” He explains, voice wobbling. “I am going to fetch the first aid kit and attempt to clean off the blood to determine the extent of the injuries. Stay with him?” Virgil nods instantly, taking Remus's hands as Logan stands, shifting to kneel before him.

 “Rem. Oh, Rem, what happened?” Virgil asks softly, not expecting a response, surprised as he feels Remus squeeze his hands, eyes shooting up to Remus’s face, finding it just as blank as it was moments earlier, but his grip doesn’t loosen. He keeps a tight hold of Remus’s hands as Logan returns.

 Remus doesn’t make a sound as Logan carefully wipes away the blood, wincing at the deep scratches running down Remus’s arms, careful around the deep gash on his chest. He wraps bandages all the way up Remus’s clawed arms, then carefully sews up the gash, before packing it with gauze. Virgil is wincing in sympathy, but Remus doesn’t flinch or acknowledge them even once.

 “He’s freezing. We need to get him into clothes and warmed up. Hopefully that will help bring him out of his shock. Familiar faces and voices will also help.”

 “Janus’s room.” Virgil says automatically, grabbing hold of Logan and sinking out.

…

He's warm.

 He's wearing clothes, but they don’t scratch and scrape and dig into his skin. They’re soft and perfect.

 The voices are quieter. Still loud, still there, but quieter, and he realizes someone is speaking.

 “Rem? Can you hear me?” Virgil. His senses snap to, and he blinks, clearing his vision.

 Virgil is before him, legs curled under him on the bed, Virgil's hands in his. His eyes are wide, breath held.

 He's curled up on someone's lap, and realizes it's DeeDee, humming softly, his hands gently rubbing up and down his arms, grounding him.

 Logan is the voice. He’s sitting beside the bed, a book open in his lap, reading aloud, the even, gentle noise quieting his mind further. He lets out a deep, shaking breath, slumping back against Dee, exhausted.

 “hi.” He whispers, letting a soft gasp as Dee's hand cards through his hair.

 “Hello, darling. How’re you feeling?” Dee's voice a soft murmur, a purr against his ear.

 “Oh, ‘m fine. You know me, always getting into something or other.”

 “Remus. You were and are not fine. You have been in a dissociative state for about a day now since I found you, though it very well may have been longer as you have been absent for about three, and done significant harm to yourself in that time.” Logan, setting aside his book. He swallows hard, pushing himself out of Dee's lap, moving to the edge of the bed.

 “oh. S-sorry.”

 “For what?” He blinks, looking up at Virgil.

 “what?”

 “What are you sorry for, Remus?” He swallows hard, squeezing shut his eyes, idly scratching at his arms, before he feels someone once again take his hands. He almost whines, because he needs the pain, he needs it, it’s the only thing that helps.  

 “everything. I know I’m too much. I kn-know that’s why you left, cause I’m too loud and too annoying and too much. I can’t control myself, no matter how hard I try I just can’t and I ruin everything, and I’m not… not good.”

 “Remus. Is that what triggered you to shut down?” He picks at his bandages, before those hands corall his again, and he shakes.

 “D-dee’s gonna leave. You’re gonna leave. I’m gonna be all alone in the d-dark and it ma-kes it so much louder, it gets so loud, and I can’t make it stop, it won’t stop, but the p-ain makes them shut up, just for a bit, but it’s enough, it stops and it’s enough, and it hurts, but it’s f-fine, it’s fine! I deserve it. I can de-al with it, that’s my job, right? Handle all the bad, all the b-bad no one else wants, who cares if I can’t stop thinking what Roman would look like with his guts pulled out and strung across the bedposts, who cares if I can’t stop seeing plucking every shiny scale off of DeeDee, who cares if I try to rip my own heart out so I can crush it in my own fist, so I can never, never hurt anyone? It’s not enough, it’s never enough, it’s too much, too loud, too loud, too loud!” He screams, ripping his hands away from whoever is holding them, breath speeding as he falls off the edge of the bed onto the floor, clutching at his head and shaking.

 “nonononono No! I don’t wanna… I won’t, I WON’T! Don’t make me, don’t… I won’t hurt them, iwon’tiwon’tiwon’tiwon’t-“ Visions are filling his head, terrible, awful, horrible, and he’s clawing at himself, his face, his hands, his legs, anything, everything, because he’s bad, he’s being bad, he deserves to be punished.

 “Remus! Remus, Stop!” Virgil is pinning him down, and he snarls, kicking, fighting, gnashing teeth, then one of his hands gets loose and he swipes at Virgil with a hiss.  Virgil yelps, drawing back, and his vision clears, horrified. Four long scratch marks mar Virgil’s face, going from his left temple, across his eye, rather like Scar in the lion king. He lets out a small wheeze, scrambling back, unable to look away from the red, red, red, he hurt Virgil, he hurt him, he did that, he hurt him, he’s terrible, awful, this is why he deserves to be alone, this is what’s wrong with him, he’s not normal, he’s not good, he’s a mess and a wreck and a problem, everything that Thomas didn’t want, everything wrong with Thomas, everything wrong with the universe and they’re going to leave-

 “Ree, it’s ok, I’m ok, I promise.” Virgil, arms open, and he howls as he falls into them, clutching at him, whimpering and whispering apology after apology. “I know. It’s ok, Rem, I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean to, I know.” Virgil murmurs in his ear, rocking him.

 “I’m not leaving you, Remus. I wouldn’t ever leave you behind. I will never leave you all alone. I promise.” DeeDee, slipping behind him, wrapping both him and Virgil in his arms, and he presses tighter against Virgil.

 “It’s f-fine. I can’t hurt anyone if I’m all alone.”

 “Falsehood. You’ll hurt yourself, Remus. And that is an unacceptable outcome.” Logan, soft but firm.

 “S-so? Why… why does it matter? So what if I hurt myself? Its not… im not like all of you. I’m not important, I don’t matter.”

 “You do. Rem, you matter. I’m sorry I just… left, I’m sorry, but it wasn’t your fault. It was… a lot of things all combining, but it wasn’t all on you. It… it was mostly me. You scared me. When Lo popped up with you, there was so much blood and you weren’t talking and I thought… I just… I care, ok? I never really stopped caring, so don’t you dare give up on me. You’re the most stubborn, headstrong person I know, Rem. You’re not bad, just like I’m not bad, even if we can’t control ourselves sometimes, that doesn’t make us bad.” Virgil mumbles, holding him tight.

 “You always take care of me, Remus. I will always do the same for you, if you just ask. You hide it so well.” He curls further into a ball, new, silent tears flowing down his face as the voices finally go silent, leaving him alone in his own mind.

 “I scare Patton. Roman hates me.” He argues weakly.

 “patton has warmed up to you. He understands that you have your own intrusive thoughts, and he can see through them to your actual distress and meaning. And Roman… is difficult but he misses you more than he would ever admit. Regardless, we are not leaving you alone or behind simply because of their feelings. Not when it is a matter of safety. Your safety.” Logan replies, and he sighs, a long, shaking breath, fists uncurling from around Virgil's sweater.

 “I’ll hurt you. I have hurt you.”

 “Ah. You referring to your introduction video, when you threw a ninja star into my head and ripped out two of my teeth.” He nods, looking down at the ground. “You know you did not actually cause me any harm, Remus. I can see through your actions and recognize they are not reality. Your actions did not actually damage me in any way. You knew that would be the case, which is why you targeted me, instead of Virgil or Patton, who would take the injuries literally.” Logan counters, and he’s surprised Logan can see through him that well, even then.

 “I love you.” He mumbles. “I love you and I’m terrified I’ll go too far and actually hurt you.” Exhaustion creeps into his voice. He knows what he wants, what he’s always wanted, but he won’t ask for them to stay, he won’t obligate them like that, when they should want to run as far and fast as they can. “you should leave me behind.” His throat feels dry when he says those words, the opposite of what he wants, but it’s what’s right.

 “Remus. Would it be accurate to state the thoughts get louder and progressivly more violent and dark in nature the longer you are without contact?” He furrows his brow, confused.

 “I… I guess. It… in the dark and the quiet there’s nothing else, just my own head and I can’t get out of it.”

 “Have the thoughts stopped now?”

 “yes, I mean, they never really stop, but they aren’t the only thing anymore, I can push them to the back of my head and only let the smaller ones slip out. It’s like a whisper when it was a scream earlier.”

 “Then why would we leave, darling?” Dee asks, and he blinks.

 “What?”

 “You pretty much just said that being around people and ambient noise makes your intrusive thoughts easier to manage, and stops you from getting so sucked in you end up hurting yourself, you idiot. So if you’re hanging out with us, yeah, they’re still gonna happen but they’re not gonna be as bad. Probably easier to control, just like my anxiety. That’s what a support network is for, Ree. It… it took me a long time, I guess, to actually learn that for myself, but it was worth it.” Virgil mutters, face a bit red, though he doesn’t miss the small, proud smile on Logan’s lips, the gleam in his eye as he looks at Virgil.

 His own mind is reeling. Of course, it’s easier to keep them quiet when there’s other noise around, of course touch is grounding and helps keep him centered in the present, of course doing things, activities, writing, drawing, helps keep his mind focused and allows him to let out the thoughts without hurting anyone, he just… he didn’t think the others would care about all that enough to justify letting him be around them.

 “I mean, I know that! I just… I didn’t think any of you would want to be part of mine.” He mumbles, hugging himself with a slight shiver.

 “Of course we will. We love you too, or whatever.” Virgil mumbles, pulling Remus back into a hug, before grinning and hefting him up in his arms, depositing him back on the bed despite his surprised screech of protest.

 He laughs as DeeDee settles beside him once again, stretching out and resting his head in Dee’s lap, legs laying atop Virgil, who snorts, but doesn’t move, simply grabs a fluffy throw blanket and tosses it over him.

 “We’ll speak to the others tomorrow. I don’t expect a problem integrating you into the group, Remus. It will be beneficial for everyone. All of us working together is what is supposed to happen, anyways.” Logan says, voice smiling. “For now, you need to rest and let everything heal.”

 “ok. Keep reading? I… it helps, I think. He mumbles, already half asleep. He hears Logan’s voice start again, steady, feels Dee’s hand in his hair, feels Virgil holding his hand, and he smiles, tears dripping down his face. He didn’t think it was possible, any of this, and it feels… good. So, so good. For once, he doesn’t think he’s going to ruin everything. For once, he thinks the voices whispering in the back of his mind aren’t him, at heart, just a side effect of who he is and what he represents. And he knows, he’s safe from them, with so much warmth surrounding him.

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[fanficshiddles]

This wasn’t part of the plan, Chapter 25

Tom managed to get a message to Melody through Rana. Saying that he would wait for Melody around the corner in the car, he was going to give Rana a lift home, too.

Melody and Rana left the building and were crossing the grounds towards the gate, there were others starting to leave at the same time as them.

But then Brad and a few of his mates came over to Melody and Rana.

‘Ladies, wait up.’ Brad said as charmingly as he could, making Melody and Rana roll their eyes.

Brad liked to think of himself as some kind of prince charming. But he was far from it. Even though a lot of other girls did always get giddy around him and would have no problem saying yes to a night with him. But he was a nice enough guy, if a little full of himself. He was the type that would go out of his way to help someone out, no questions asked.

‘What do you want, Brad?’ Rana asked as the two kept walking.

Brad jogged to keep up and moved on front of them, walking backwards. ‘There’s an after party happening at mine, why don’t you ladies come and join us?’

He stopped when Melody and Rana stopped walking.

‘Nah, we’re good.’ Melody said and Rana agreed.

‘Aww come on, you two are always good fun at parties. It would be great to have you there.’ Brad said with a sad face as he reached out and put his hand on Melody’s shoulder in a friendly manner.

‘Why thank you. But we are heading’ Melody was cut off when she heard quick footsteps coming towards them, from behind Brad.

‘Get your hands off her!’

Brad was grabbed on the shoulder and harshly swung around to face a furious looking Mr Hiddleston. He looked ready to explode.

Melody and Rana’s eyes widened, so did Brads.

‘Mr Hiddleston… Sir… I wasn’t doing anything!’ Brad put his hands up in defence.

‘Sir, it’s fine. We were all just heading away home.’ Melody said quickly, trying to calm the situation.

‘Well I suggest you get a move on.’ He said while glaring at Brad.

‘Sir, with respect… but we are out of class and’

‘MOVE IT, ADDAMS.’ Tom bellowed at Brad.

Brad jumped and scurried away with his mates, all of them looked back over their shoulders once then carried on away.

Tom looked at Melody and was a little startled to find she was glaring at him with her arms over her chest. ‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?’ She screeched, flailing her arms out.

Tom narrowed his eyes at her. ‘He was’

‘NO! Tom. No! This was not like before. He was not doing anything wrong!’ She said sharply.

Melody stormed away and Rana quickly followed, not saying anything to Tom. Tom quickly followed and wasn’t happy when she stormed past his car.

‘Melody. The car is here.’

‘I’m walking.’ She snapped at him and didn’t look back.

‘MELODY!’ He shouted after her. ‘Get in the fucking car, Melody. You are NOT walking home at this time night. Neither of you!’ He said as he opened the passenger’s door.

Melody and Rana stopped, Melody was so pissed off. Rana looked at her and motioned towards Tom with her head. ‘He’s right, we shouldn’t be walking home just now.’

‘ARGHH!’ Melody grumped and turned on her heels, stomping back over to the car. But instead of getting in the passenger’s side where Tom was holding the door for her, she swung the back door open and got in the back with Rana.

Tom clenched his jaw and shut the door. He pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten, calming himself down before going around the other side of the car and getting in.

The atmosphere could’ve been sliced with a knife, Tom focused on driving while Melody sulked in the back seat. Rana just sat there awkwardly, trying not to be sick from the alcohol.

When they pulled up at Rana’s place, Tom turned around with a sigh.

‘Look. I’m sorry about what happened, I let myself get too over the top.’

‘Yeah, you really did! You scared him shitless, Tom. And not to mention how suspicious that looked.’ Melody said, angry but her anger was faltering. She was just… annoyed and confused at the same time.

‘I know… I know.’ Tom sighed and looked down. ‘If you don’t want to come back to mine tonight, I’ll understand. I can take you home or do you want stay with Rana?’ Tom asked and glanced to Rana, who nodded.

‘Might be best, till tomorrow.’ Rana said and Melody agreed.

Melody and Rana left the car, Rana thanked Tom for the lift while Melody just looked at him, with a sad kind of look. Not sure what to make of the situation anymore. Tom didn’t either, being honest.

With a heavy heart, he drove on home.

‘I can’t believe this.’ Melody sighed when she got inside.

‘Mel, I know he over reacted. But he’s a hot-blooded male, you’re his girl. He had to deal with other guys all over you tonight, where he wasn’t able to do anything about it. Or show off that you and him are together. I know it wasn’t easy on either of you. I think it just bubbled up and when he saw Brad’s hand on your shoulder, he had no idea what to think and just exploded.’

Melody put her face in her hands. ‘I know… It’s just so fucking difficult sometimes. What if Brad tells the head? Or tells anyone for that matter?’

‘We will deal with Brad. Though he’s probably forgotten already by now.’ Rana put her hand on Melody’s back.

‘I guess… I’ll go around to Tom’s tomorrow and talk to him. Once we’ve both calmed down a bit.’

‘Good idea.’ Rana nodded in agreement.

-

The following day when Melody eventually went home to get changed, before planning to go around to see Tom, she stepped inside to find a letter on her floor. She frowned and scooped it up, she recognised that handwriting… It was Tom’s.

Opening it, her heart shattered into a million pieces…

Dearest Melody.

I am truly sorry for last night, I let myself get far too possessive over you and I can only apologise for it.

Events of late have made me realise that we are in a very risky situation. It’s not fair on you, at all, the way I am acting. I’ve let my emotions take over far too strongly. It’s no longer just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship in my eyes…

I feel that it would be best, for you, that we end this. Before I/we fall any deeper and I do something stupid that will put us both at risk.

I am a man of my word, you can continue living here for as long as you wish, rent free. And I will continue to give you your weekly payment until you finish college, no strings attached. That is not up for any kind of argument.

I really wish you well in everything that you do, now and in the future.

But you deserve better than me. So much better.

All my love, Tom. x

#This wasn't part of the plan #Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #teacher Tom

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.13

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Charlie’s prize is revealed, but it’s not what he was expecting.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​

"Now, how many children are left?" Willy said. He turned around, taking his goggles off, and faced Charlie and Rose.

"Willy," Rose said, taking off her goggles as well. "Charlie's the only one left now"

Willy's eyes widened and he looked at Charlie. "You mean you're the only one?"

A smile played on Charlie's lips as he nodded. "Yes"

"What happened to the others?" Willy asked playfully, causing Rose to grin. The same grin grew on Willy's face. "Oh, my dear boy! That means you've won!" Willy took Charlie's hand and started shaking it. "I do congratulate you. I really do. I had a hunch, you know, right from the beginning. Well done. Now, we mustn't dilly or dally. Because we have an enormous number of things to do before the day is out!" He grabbed Charlie's wrist and broke the handshake. He then let go of his wrist and walked for the elevator. "But luckily for us, we have the Great Glass Elevator to speed thing al—" Willy ended up walking right into the elevator. Rose gasped as he fell to the floor. Willy stood back up soon after. "Speed things along" He finished. He pressed the button and the elevator opened. "Come on" He urged the Buckets. They got into the elevator with him, dumping their goggles into a bin.

Willy pressed a button, and Charlie became curious about it. "Up and out? What kind of room is that?"

"Hold on" Was all Willy told the boy. Charlie smiled at that, and he looked straight up. The elevator shot up. It was gaining more speed the higher up it went. "Oh, my goodness" Willy said, looking upwards. "We're gonna need to much faster, otherwise we'll just never break through!"

"Break through what?" Charlie asked. Rose had an idea of what Willy meant though, and she internally panicked.

"I've been longing to press that button for years!" Willy stated, staring at the two siblings with an excited grin. "Well, here we go! Up and out!"

"But, do you really mean?" Rose questioned.

"Yeah, I do"

"But it's made of glass!" Rose protested, her panic now becoming externalized. "It'll smash into a million pieces!"

Willy laughed maniacally and looked up again. Rose grabbed onto Charlie, and held him close to her. She closed her eyes, never once daring to open them as they rapidly sped up. Though, she opened her eyes when she heard glass shatter. The elevator had shot up so high that they were in the clouds. Then, the elevator began plummeting to the ground. Rose gripped on even tighter to Charlie, all the whole Willy was giving them a spaced out and dreamy look.  He turned around and pressed a button. The elevator stopped, now with the support of rocket propellers.

Rose let out a sigh of relief, and let go of Charlie. She looked up at Willy, who was smiling gently at her. She returned the smile. The elevator moved along and from it, they could see the other guests leaving the factory.

Augustus was covered in chocolate and licking his fingers. Rose wouldn't be surprised if he was part chocolate.

Violet was back to her normal size, but she was blue now. She was doing cartwheels, flips and contorting in ways contortionists only knew how. Perhaps she could find a new passion in gymnastics.

Veruca was next. Both her and her father were covered in trash. Rose saw Veruca glance up at the elevator, and then turn to her father, presumably asking for a flying glass elevator. Looks like that girl didn't learn anything. Mr Salt must have told Veruca no, because she stomped off a little bit just before her father.

Last, but not least, was Mike. Mr Teavee was carrying Mike's jacket for him, since he was now too tall and skinny to wear it. Well, if Mike by some miracle ever got into sports, basketball would be perfect for him.

Rose couldn't say she felt bad for the children though. It was their own fault, and by extension, their parents fault as well, especially Mr Salt.

"Where do you live?" Willy asked the two Buckets.

Both of them turned around. Charlie pointed out their home. "Right over there. That little house"

******

Mrs Bucket was chopping cabbage in the kitchen, Mr Bucket was reading a newspaper, Grandpa Joe was sweeping up the floor, and Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George, and Grandma Georgina were lying in bed, as usual. "When do you think they'll be back?" Mrs Bucket asked.

"Hard to know, dear" Mr Bucket answered her.

That's when the glass elevator crashed through the roof and landed right in the house. Mrs Bucket shrieked in surprise. Mr Bucket jumped onto the couch. Grandma Georgina, having just woken up from her nap, said, "I think there's someone at the door"

"Hi mom!" Both Charlie and Rose waved at Mrs Bucket. Willy waved too, albeit a small and awkward wave.

Mrs Bucket waved back at her two children, and the man that was with them. "Hi"

Rose and Charlie exited the elevator. They ran over to Mr and Mrs Bucket, and Grandpa Joe. "Mom, dad! We're back!" Charlie exclaimed. The five of them shared a group hug.

Willy had finally stepped out of the elevator, and approached the hugging Buckets. "This is Willy Wonka" Rose introduced, smiling lovingly at the man. Willy looked at Rose and returned the smile. "He gave us a ride home"

"I see that" Mrs Bucket said, glancing up at the ceiling.

Willy looked between Mr and Mrs Bucket. "You must be Charlie and Rose's p...p..." He was struggling to say the word.

"Parents" Mr Bucket finished for him.

"Yeah, that"

"He says Charlie's won something" Rose explained to her parents and grandpa.

"Not just some something" Willy began. He started looking around in the cupboards. "The most something something of any something that's ever been. I'm gonna give this boy my entire factory" Everyone grew shocked expressions on their faces.

"You must be joking!" Grandpa Joe exclaimed.

Willy began to explain. "No, really. It's true. Because, you see, a few months ago, I was having my semi-annual haircut, and I had the strangest revelation. In that one silver hair I saw, reflected my life's work, my factory, my beloved Oompa-Loompas. Who would watch over them after I was gone? I realized in that moment, I must find an heir. And I did, Charlie. You"

"That's why you sent out the golden tickets!" Charlie concluded with glee.

"Uh-huh" Willy nodded.

"What are Oompa-Loompas?" Mrs Bucket asked in a whisper.

"I invited five children to the factory and the one who was the least rotten would be the winner" Willy opened up one more cupboard, finding Charlie's toothpaste tube cap replica of the chocolate factory.

"That's you, Charlie" Rose said, giving her brother a hug.

Willy walked up to Charlie and asked, "So, what do you say? Are you ready to leave all this behind and come live with me at the factory?"

"Sure, of course!" Charlie said. Rose wasn't sure she'd ever seen him smile so brightly. "I mean, it's alright if my family comes too?"

"Oh, my dear boy, of course they can't!" And just like that, everyone's smiles dropped. But it wasn't only Rose's smile that dropped. She could feel her heart sinking down into her stomach. "You can't run a chocolate factory with a family hanging over you like an old, dead goose" Willy glanced over at the grandparents. "No offence"

"None taken, jerk" Grandpa George replied.

Willy threw him an annoyed glance but ignored the comment all the same. "A chocolatier has to run free and solo. He has to follow his dreams. Gosh darn the consequences" Willy stepped back into the elevator. "Look at me. I had no family, and I'm a giant success"

Rose's eyes were brimming with tears. She wanted to say something to Willy, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it immediately snapped shut. Charlie grabbed her hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze. "So, if I go with you to the factory, I won't ever see my family again?" He asked.

"Yeah" Willy nodded. "Consider that a bonus"

"Then I'm not going" Charlie decided. "I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolate in the world"

Willy's smile fell from his face. "Oh, I see. That's weird" He gave one more shot at trying to convince Charlie. "There's other candy too besides chocolate"

"I'm sorry, Mr Wonka. I'm staying here" Charlie told him sharply.

"Wow" Willy frowned, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Well, that's just...unexpected and weird. But I suppose, in that case, I'll just... goodbye then" He gave a nod and was about to press a button. He looked at Charlie again. "Sure you won't change your mind?"

Charlie nodded. "I'm sure"

And for the first time during that whole discussion, Willy tried meeting Rose's gaze. "Rose" He tried. And then he suddenly felt guilty when he saw her face. How could he say all those things in front of her?

Rose looked away, wiping the tears from her face. "Just go, Mr Wonka"

If Willy wasn't feeling defeated before, he definitely was now. It hurt him to hear Rose call him Mr Wonka instead of Willy. It broke his heart. He found himself to care deeply for the girl all in the course of one day. Now, she wouldn't even look him in the eye. With a final goodbye, Willy pressed a button, and the elevator flew out of the house.

"Things are going to get much better!" Grandma Georgina chirped optimistically.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Mrs Bucket went to answer it. It was Harry, and he was holding a wedding dress in his hands. "Hello Buckets!" He greeted, but then quickly noticed all their sad faces. "Is this a bad time?"

Mr Bucket glared at him, and immediately stepped in front of Rose to hide her from view. "What do you want, young man?"

"Oh, well, I've just come to drop this off" Harry explained, holding up the wedding dress. Rose peeked over her father's shoulder, and felt even more tears coming when she saw the white fabric. "It belonged to my sister, but it'll fit Rose" He handed off the gown to Mrs Bucket.

"Er, thank you, Harry" She said unsurely, folding it nicely over her arm.

Harry looked in Rose's direction. She was trying to remain hidden behind her father. Harry smiled, trying to get her attention. "Rose?"

"She's not in the mood to talk, young man!" Grandpa Joe said to him.

Harry got the message and backed off. "Alright, well, I just came here to tell her that the wedding will be tomorrow. One o'clock sharp" His eyes scanned the other Buckets. "And I apologize, but none of you are welcome to the ceremony. I hope you can understand" Harry didn't even wave or say goodbye. He just left the house, leaving the Buckets speechless. "Darling," Mrs Bucket said, turning to face her daughter. "Can you explain to us please?" The tone she used wasn't mad. Her voice was full of concern, and her expression was too. All of the Buckets were.

"Rose, what have we told you?" Mr Bucket said, using a gentle tone, and gripping his daughter gently by the shoulders. "You don't need to marry that boy"

"Well," Rose began, calming down from her sobbing. "Dad, I know you lost your job, and Mrs Mason said the pie shop would be closing soon. Things were only going to get worse, so I saw no other choice other than accepting Harry's marriage proposal"

"But Rose, you don't need to marry him" Mr Bucket assured his daughter. "The factory offered me a much better job in fixing the machines"

"And sweetheart," Mrs Bucket spoke up, rubbing Rose's back. "Mrs Mason stopped by earlier today. She said it was the busiest day she ever had. The bank is giving her an extension, and she's positive she'll be able to pay. She's even able to hire more employees, and she's promoted you to a position in the kitchen baking the pies"

"R-really?" Rose asked both of her parents. Both Mr and Mrs Bucket nodded.

"Rosie" Charlie spoke up, making Rose look down at him. "You're not really going to marry him, are you?"

"Well..." Rose paused, not really sure of what to say. "I..."

"Because, what happens if you do marry him, but he doesn't allow you to see us ever again? I mean, he doesn't even want us at the wedding" Now tears were starting to form in Charlie's eyes. "I don't want him taking you away from me"

This was becoming too much for Rose to handle. She was feeling conflicted. On one hand, she really didn't need to marry Harry anymore for her family's sake. But for Rose's own sake, she was still considering going through with it. She might as well, considering she'll never love anyone the way she loved Willy Wonka again.

She had only known Willy Wonka for one day, but she had fallen deeply in love with him. She never felt that way about anyone before. But now she was never going to see him again. So, Rose figured, she might as well be stuck with Harry for the rest of her life.

"I can't do this right now!" Rose burst out into tears again and ran out the door. The other Buckets couldn't do anything but watch as she did. She needed her space right now.

"Charlie" Grandpa Joe looked down at the boy. "What exactly happened today?"

The boy answered his grandfather. "Rose and Mr Wonka fell in love with each other, but now..." Charlie gazed at the door which Rose ran through moments ago. He then looked up at hole in the ceiling. "They'll never see eachother again"

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose

[jjungkookislife]

The Roommate Ch. 8

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Genre: roommate au

Wc: 9.5k

Warnings: time skip, cursing, angst, misunderstandings, light smut, shameless flirting, allusions of sex, making out... I think that’s it?

Date: August 26, 2019

Your relationship with Jungkook continued to develop as it would with any of your guy friends; cuddles on the couch, kisses on the cheek, lingering touches that may mean more to them than to you, and by now you had been living with Jungkook for six months. You had the biggest crush on him, against your better judgment. Jimin had even laughed so hard he cried when you told him, which resulted in a pillow fight Jungkook walked in on when you were straddling your mutual friend, his hands pinning your wrists to your back.

You had been absolutely mortified when Jungkook suggested you two take it to your room instead, not wanting cum stains on his couch. You had beat Jimin with a couch cushion furiously after Jungkook retired to his bedroom.

It had taken a couple of weeks for Jimin and Taehyung to be able to come around you after things were called off, but your friendship had returned to normal, albeit the flirting hadn’t ceased between the three of you completely. It had been a very obvious change, however, significant enough that Jungkook had picked up on it, and any remaining suspicions he had about you and Taehyung had dissipated into nothing.

Even though your relationship with Jungkook had not escalated further in the past few months, you at least felt comfortable enough in your friendship with Jimin and Taehyung to confide in them about your crush. It had elated Jimin that you could finally admit (not only to yourself but to him as well) your crush on your roommate. Despite it hurting him and Taehyung, both supported you a hundred percent with promises of no meddling on their part. The last thing they wanted to do was pressure you into making a move on Jungkook when you weren’t ready to. You were glad that your friendship had survived your break up, you weren’t too sure what you would have done had you lost them both.

Right now, you were in the kitchen making Jungkook his favorite meal. Your eyes watched the clock ticking the seconds away as you waited for him to come home from work. Jimin always made fun of you for doting on Jungkook like he was your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help it. You admired how hard he worked, studied, and still found time to have dance practice with his school dance team. The least you could do was keep the apartment tidy and have dinner waiting for him when he walked through the door.

It’s not like Jungkook didn’t reciprocate, he always made you breakfast on weekends when you both were off before you went your separate ways. You had been spending a lot of time together, seeing as you had befriended his group of friends and they all loved you and always invited you to join them. You had even met Jungkook’s previous roommate, Jung-sook, who was expecting a child with Jin.

You turned off the stove, grabbing the white bowls out of the cabinet, filling them with rice before setting it to the side. You heard the front door open and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw Jungkook walk in, taking his shoes off and putting them to the side.

“Y/n! I’m home!” He calls, your tinkling laughter makes him smile as you wave at him from the stove. He’s incredibly pleased that you’ve made him dinner yet again, despite his reassurance that you didn’t need to. He appreciated it, though.

“Have a seat,” you tell him when he tries to help you, feeling his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches what you're doing. You shoo him away towards the table after he kisses your cheek, getting you flustered before he takes his seat at the table just as you place his bowl in front of him before asking him what he’d like to drink.

You join him a few minutes later, eating slowly as you watch him eat. It may have been odd, but you found joy in watching him eat, hearing him moan appreciatively at your cooking.

“This is so good,” he compliments, eating some more as you ask him about his day. He tells you about work, nothing too exciting before he finishes his first bowl and you quickly get up to refill it. He thanks you and asks you about your day, which you spent cooped up at home cooking and cleaning after a short study session in your room.

“Jimin and I are going out for a bit,” you let Jungkook know as you take your used dishes to the sink, and he offers to wash them. You let him, kissing his cheek before you disappear to your room to get dressed.

When you appear back in the living room, Jimin is on the couch with Jungkook. Jungkook had strewn his books and notes all over the coffee table, as well as the floor next to him. Finals were approaching once again, and you only had one more before you were free for the summer, while Jungkook had two more; on the same day, no less.

“Good luck!” You call over your shoulder as you and Jimin get in your car to drive over to the mall to buy yourself a new bathing suit for the pool party Jimin and Taehyung are throwing to celebrate the end of the semester.

Jimin had offered to come with you to offer his advice on the swimsuits, but you knew that he just wanted to pick something that would make you finally get Jungkook’s attention. So when you dragged Jimin to three stores, mostly to annoy him, he demanded you pick a suit so he could get back home to Taehyung.

“I’m going, damn!” You snap, walking to the table that held all the bikinis and the bottoms. You touched the different materials, Jimin finding the boyfriend chair and plopping down on it while you shopped. You finally found a pretty bathing suit, that was a halter top with crossbody straps under the chest and covered your stomach, except it had the straps on the hips to show a bit of skin. It covered more than what you wanted it to, despite the straps on the hips, so you went to the dressing room to try it on.

You made sure to turn and look at yourself in all angles, loving the way it made you feel beautiful and confident. It was the perfect fit on your body, but seeing as Jimin was thrown over the boyfriend chair, you took your phone out and snapped a picture to send to your friend Jung-Sook.

You waited several minutes for a reply, but none came, so you called out to Jimin who appeared in seconds, ready to go home.

You pulled back the door, allowing him to see you in the swimsuit, blushing when his jaw dropped.

“Wow! Jungkook is gonna jizz himself when he sees you in that! Hell, Taehyung and I would jizz ourselves if you wear that! Damn, Y/n!” Jimin exclaims, his eyes roaming over your body, his tongue swiping at his bottom lip as he motions for you to spin for him. You do so without hesitation, Jimin whistling at you as you face him again.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes dark when you blush, making you smile meekly.

“You’ve got to get that one,” he urges you, you nod, stepping back to shut the door and get changed into your clothes. You check your phone, pouting when Jung-sook still hasn’t replied and you leave the dressing room to join Jimin.

“You know, you could get some lingerie to wear for Jungkook while we’re here,” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows as he points at a light pink lingerie set that’s incredibly sheer and has crotchless panties. You choke on your spit, shaking your head no.

“Or, you could try it on for me,” Jimin suggests and you punch him, his laugh letting you know he’s kidding... sort of.

“You’re such an ass!”

“Yet I’m still your best friend, so…” he trailed off as you roll your eyes, turning to stomp off towards the cash register but before you can pay Jimin is throwing the pink lingerie set on the counter along with your swimsuit and inserting his card in the chip reader before you can even register what’s going on.

“Jimin!” you shout, punching his arm as he takes the receipt and the bag.

He rubs his arm, pouting and shoving at you playfully as he leads you out of the store with the staring customers.

“Is that any way to thank your friend for trying to get you laid?” He asks as he leads you out of the mall and towards your car.

“I didn’t ask you to pay for my things, much less buy me lingerie to wear for Jungkook,” you snap, frustrated with your meddling friend who just shrugs and commands you to get in the car.

You eventually end up thanking Jimin when you drop him off at his house and you park your car in your driveway next to Jungkook’s, not recognizing the car parked on your curb. You open the door knowing Jungkook wouldn’t lock it if he was in the living room, seeing as the house was his friends’ meet up spot. You push open the door, your smile drops as you see Jungkook and a girl kissing on the couch.

At the sound of the door, Jungkook pushes the girl back, face red and flustered. You apologize quickly, kicking your shoes off as you run to your room, slamming the door and locking it after you. You toss your bag on the floor, throwing yourself on the bed as your face is ablaze with embarrassment at walking in on him but also feeling your heart shattered into a million pieces.

You didn’t know Jungkook had started seeing someone.

~ You laid in bed, head buried under a pillow, letting the hot tears roll down your cheeks as you felt like your heart was breaking. You didn’t know what to do but you sure as hell weren't walking back out there to see Jungkook and his girlfriend making out on the couch. You felt around for your phone, wincing as the brightness hurt your eyes as you pressed Jimin’s name and let the phone ring in your ear.

“Y/n? What’s up? Did I take your bag or something?” Jimin asked when he answered the phone. You breathed in shakily.

“Can I come over?” Jimin heard the crack in your voice and told you to come right over to his house before hanging up. You pulled yourself out of bed, leaving your shopping bag strewn on your mattress, wiping at your tears.

You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your tears had stained your face, and your hair had become ruffled due to the pillow. You sniffled, stopping your tears, your heart thundering in your chest when you heard a tentative knock on your bedroom door.

Your eyes widened in panic. You grabbed your bag off your desk chair, ignoring the second knock that came. You threw clothes in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Y/n? Can I come in? Or just talk to you?” Jungkook’s voice came from the other side of the door, worried and unsure. You bit your lip, not knowing what to respond.

Your voice cracked as you replied, “I’m k-kinda busy, Jungkook!”

“Listen, ba-... Y/n, she’s a classmate. We were supposed to be studying and she kissed me.” Jungkook explained, his voice sounding pained. You threw the door open pushing past him, your shoulder hitting his chest as you walked past him. Your eyes zeroed in on the front door; Jungkook sighed as he watched you.

He jogged down the hall to reach you. He was confused and hurt, but he knew you probably felt worse.

“Who you bring over is none of my concern. I just don’t appreciate you breaking one of your rules.” You snap, noticing the girl was no longer on your couch as you also notice her car is gone. You try to shut the door behind you as you storm off towards your car, but Jungkook is hot on your heels.

“Move!” you order, your voice dripping with venom, eyes hard.

Jungkook’s never seen you this angry, and he doesn’t understand why? Could you be jealous? Did you like him the way he liked you?

His focus moved to your overnight bag, eyes wide as he realized you weren’t planning on sleeping in his home.

“Bab-” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Y/n, please let me explain!”

You move around him, unlocking your car and throwing in your bag to the passenger seat before getting in your car and shutting the door. You turn the key and drive out of the driveway without a last look at your befuddled roommate.

* Jimin already had his front door open before you had even pulled into his driveway, his arms open and ready to embrace you when you ran to him.

Tears spilling from your eyes once again as you allowed yourself to let your guard down with your best friend. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his couch after shutting the door. He had kicked Taehyung out of the house after your phone call ended, not wanting to overwhelm you too much.

“Tell me what happened when you’re ready,” Jimin said softly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, letting you sob into his shoulder. He stroked your hair, letting you know he was there for you no matter what it was, and that he loves you. You finally stopped crying, hiccuping instead.

“Jungkook... I walked in on Jungkook kissing a girl from his class.” You say, sniffling and wiping at your tears with a tissue Jimin had handed you.

“That dick! He didn’t tell me he was seeing someone!” Jimin exclaimed furiously, pulling out his phone and typing away at it quickly before setting it down on the black coffee table.

“I mean, it’s his own rule not to have hookups in the shared areas, but I mean if it’s his girlfriend I guess it wasn’t a hookup.”

You groan, throwing your head back on the couch, feeling the blood rush to your head as you hang your head over the edge of the couch. Jimin is steaming beside you. How dare his friend hurt you like that? He had been hinting at him that you were interested in him since you told him you liked him! Jungkook had hinted that he may harbor feelings for you, so why the girl?

“I’ll find out, okay? Let me worry about it.” Jimin assures you, his hand stroking one of your thighs as his other hand slides under the nape of your neck, pulling your head upright slowly to help the blood in your head circulate once again.

“Where’s Taehyung?” You ask, curling up to Jimin on his couch as he drapes a blanket over both of you, the TV playing your favorite show.

“I sent him to Jungkook’s.” Jimin shrugs, wincing when you pinch his nipple.

“What the fuck?!”

“Why would you do that? He’s going to know I like him?” You screech, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“So clueless,” he mutters as he pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

You’re still fuming, pushing at his chest to move away, but he’s not having it.

“Just let Daddy Jimin handle it,” he says, smirking. You gag, “Only you call yourself daddy.”

“Taehyung does too,” Jimin cackles at your disgusted expression, gagging again. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Jeez, tough crowd!”

You roll your eyes, finally getting comfortable on the couch, Jimin wrapped around you securely as he continues to rub your side until you’re falling asleep in his lap.

~

Jungkook watched in awe as you drove off, his chest hurting as he realized he had not only caused you pain but made you cry as well.

“Fucking idiot,” he mutters, his hands shoved deep in his jeans pockets. Sighing, he turned to go back inside the house, locking the door behind him before he plopped down on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fucking idiot,” he repeated, his face buried in his hands as he thought about Leah. He had innocently invited her over to study. And this is the shit he got into? He didn’t even get to finish studying.

“Fuck!” He growled, slamming his fist into the couch, his anger bubbling inside him as he tried to cool down.

On top of it all, he had almost called you baby, twice. He was in too deep, and he hurt you. God, he fucking hurt you!

“Open up, asshole! We gotta talk!” Jungkook heard his best friend shouting on his porch. He groaned, knowing he was going to get an earful from him. Reluctantly, he pushed himself off the couch, unlocking the door and opening it to reveal his best friend, minus his boyfriend. Despite Jungkook's accusations of him cheating on Jimin, the two had moved past it and became better friends.

“You wanna tell me why Jimin sent me here to beat your ass?” Taehyung asked as he crossed the threshold then plopped down on the couch, one leg over the armrest, the other on the floor as he supported his weight on his left elbow. With his other hand, he pushed his glasses up his nose, waiting for an answer from his younger friend.

“She’s at your place? Thank god, I was worried.” Jungkook admits, sitting on the coffee table.

“I’m here to kick ass and get answers, so talk,” Taehyung demands, eyes hardening, as he makes eye contact with his friend.

“I didn’t do anything!” Jungkook exclaims, making Taehyung roll his eyes.

“I’m here to defend Y/n’s honor. I wouldn’t be here if you had done nothing. Spill before Jimin comes over and kicks you in the nuts. At least I fight fair.” Taehyung shrugs, giving his friend one last chance.

“How is she?”

“She showed up crying on our doorstep. What do you think, dumbass? I’m not gonna ask you again, what did you do?” Taehyung was furious, his fists balling at his sides as he sat up. How dare he make you cry? You weren’t just their best friend, you were like family. Nobody hurt Taehyung’s family, not even Jungkook.

“I don’t know why she ran off. I mean, yeah, I had a classmate over to study for finals. She kissed me and before I could push her off, Y/n walked in. I know I broke the rules but to cry and run off without letting me explain…” Jungkook was perplexed, replaying the events in his head.

“You two are so fucking clueless. She fucking likes you, dumbass! She. Likes. You. You fucking broke her heart, man!” Taehyung said exasperated, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“She doesn’t like me... not the way I like her...” Jungkook whispered, feeling defeated and small under Taehyung’s harsh glare. Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was so done with both of you. If Jimin hadn’t pushed him out the door the minute you called, he wouldn’t have to be dealing with his idiotic friend.

“She likes you. I don’t see why. I mean, I guess you have a nice body.” Taehyung shrugs, looking Jungkook over, moving his hand with a flourish but still not seeing the appeal.

“Asshole.”

“Look, apologize to her, okay? If you and that girl are not anything, tell her. I’m going back to my place, let her cool off and talk to her tomorrow.” Taehyung suggests opening the door and letting himself out.

Jungkook groans as he’s left alone in his empty home. His heart aches as he turns to the kitchen where you would be dancing around in your booty shorts, making him dinner. Now it remained dark and silent as he walked past it to go to his bedroom.

Jungkook threw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling, arm thrown over his eyes as he counted to ten repeatedly until he calmed down. His phone lay heavy on his abdomen as he thought about texting you or waiting until later.

“Dammit.” he growls, grabbing his phone, taking it off ‘do not disturb’ before opening his text messages. Your name is already at the top, indicating a new message he must have missed when he was studying. He clicks on it, air leaving his lungs as his mouth drops open at a picture of you in a black swimsuit that accentuates your body beautifully.

He reads the message attached: ‘Jung-sook, does this one look good?’

Jungkook instantly realizes it wasn’t meant for him, but your friend Jung-sook. He bites his lip, ignoring the stirring in his jeans as he continues to stare at the image, taking in every detail before he begins typing.

You [7:34 p.m.] Please come home. I can explain.

He rolls over in his bed, staring at his phone, but no response comes. He wonders if he should go over to Jimin’s house to talk to you, even though Taehyung had suggested he give you time.

“Fuck it,” he grumbles, getting out of bed and leaving his room. He stands in the hall, staring at your door left ajar and his heart sinks further in his chest. He can’t believe he hurt you when all he wanted to do was be the one to make you happy. He had to go get you.

* Minutes later, he was pulling up to Jimin and Taehyung’s house, noticing Taehyung’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He pocketed his keys, running up the path that led to the house. He reached out to turn the doorknob and opened the door as quietly as possible.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. You were curled up to Jimin, your head on his chest as he holds you tightly in his arms. You were both sleeping soundly. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight; it had been months since he had seen the two of you in this position, especially without Taehyung being present.

“Kook, what are you doing?” he heard from behind him, turning to see Taehyung standing there holding a pizza and a bag with drinks, pushing past his friend to take the food inside.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not knowing how Taehyung would react to the sight before him.

Taehyung turned his focus to the couch, seeing his boyfriend and best friend cuddling on the couch. “Aw, aren’t they cute?!”

Jungkook chokes on his spit, eyes wide as he looks at Taehyung, who is looking at the two adoringly.

“You’re not jealous?” Jungkook asks, surprised.

“Why would I be?” Taehyung shrugs, walking over to his boyfriend, kneeling in front of him, his hand on Jimin’s thigh as he shakes him gently.

“Baby, wake up for me. Baby, I got us food.” Taehyung’s deep voice is low, barely above a whisper as he rouses Jimin from his nap gently as to not startle him. Jimin stirs, eyes blinking slowly as a yawn escapes his pouty lips.

“Tae.” he yawns again, looking down to see you still asleep on his chest, his attention then drawn to Jungkook.

“What is he doing here, Tae? She doesn’t wanna see him!” Jimin hisses, watching you, making sure you don’t wake up.

“I told him to come tomorrow. Why are you here?” Taehyung asks, trying not to be too loud.

“I can’t wait to talk to her. I miss her…” Jungkook sighs, not knowing what else to say as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, waiting for his hyungs to tell him what to do.

“Leave, Kook. She was pretty upset about seeing you and that girl kissing.” Jimin rolls his eyes, annoyed at his friend.

“Y/n walked in before I could push her off me. I didn’t want to kiss her, I don’t like her. I told her to leave the second Y/n walked in.” Jungkook explains, his voice rising in octaves as Jimin looks at his boyfriend for confirmation.

“That’s what he told me earlier,” Taehyung nods, not liking being involved in this but his nosy boyfriend had to stick his nose in everything, apparently. One downside of dating Jimin.

“I don’t know why she got so upset! It’s not like she’s my girlfriend. She’s my roommate,” Jungkook muttered, Taehyung noticed the way Jimin’s body stiffened, his eyes dark with fury.

“Jungkook, I think you should go home,” Taehyung said, rising to his feet to push the younger man out of the door.

Jungkook allowed himself to be kicked out. Seeing the way Jimin had glared at him made his blood run cold.

“Jimin loves that girl, dude! You can’t say shit like that! Have you lost your mind? You know he would have decked you had Y/n not been laying on him?! Go home, Kook! You’re just stirring the pot more by being here and opening your big mouth. If anything, you’ve made shit worse for yourself. Now you’ve got Y/n and Minnie mad at you.” Taehyung growled in annoyance, taking a peek inside to see Jimin waking you up as gently as possible.

“But it’s true! She’s not my girlfriend.”

“You’re digging your own grave here, man. She likes you, a lot. Just go home, clear your head and shut your mouth. Call her tomorrow.” Taehyung instructs and Jungkook sighs heavily, feeling defeated but waving bye to his friend before going back to his empty house.

~

You wake up. Jimin���s forced smile is the first thing you see as you rub your eyes and sit up. You see, Taehyung shut the door and offer you a weak smile.

“What did I miss?” you asked, looking at both men, waiting for an answer. Taehyung stares pointedly at his boyfriend, allowing him to take the reins on this situation.

“Jungkook was here,” Jimin admits gauging your reaction. He doesn’t miss the way your body stiffens, eyes downcast as you say, “oh.”

“Tae kicked him out,” Jimin shrugs, pulling you back into his chest, stroking your hair.

“I brought food,” Tae adds pointing to the kitchen. You allow Jimin to help you off the couch, leading you to the table and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. The boys fuss over you, and you allow them, feeling too drained to argue with anyone.

“Do you want to go to bed in your room or cuddle with us?” Jimin asks after the pizza is eaten and the kitchen is cleaned up. You mull the choices over in your head, wondering how much you should truly intrude on their evening.

“I’ve imposed enough,” you finally say grabbing your overnight bag and heading to your room.

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other, Taehyung nodding and walking to the bedroom, while Jimin grabs your hand and leads you to follow him and Taehyung.

“You’re our best friend, we’re not letting you sleep alone to cry over Jungcock.” Jimin insists as you try to protest, but he shuts you up with a stern look.

“I feel bad for imposing,” you whine after changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth. Jimin rolls his eyes, climbing onto his bed with you on his left and Taehyung on his right.

“Shut up! I’d rather have you in bed with us than across the hall, crying yourself to sleep,” Jimin says, one arm wrapped around your waist while Taehyung’s wrapped around his.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you both,” you admit, blinking back the sentimental tears that have formed at the corners of your eyes.

“We love you, now go to sleep, babe,” Taehyung instructs, making you and Jimin shut up before closing your eyes to sleep.

The next morning, you grab your phone off the nightstand, caged in by Jimin’s arms around your waist; something you had missed waking up to. You try not to wake him as you check your phone for messages, rolling your eyes when you see Jungkook’s name on your notifications.

Against your better judgment, you click on the message, opening up the thread to respond, only for an ear-piercing scream to fall from your lips, waking the two men in bed with you. They sit up immediately, eyes looking around frantically for an intruder or emergency before they land on you, staring at your phone, frozen in shock.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/N! What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did you have a nightmare?” Jimin asks, distressed as he tries to assess your body for injuries or any bleeding.

You remain stoic, eyes wide, mouth agape as you stare at your phone before Jimin rips it out of your grasp and looks. He reads Jungkook’s name at the top, Taehyung looking over his shoulder only for both men to gasp as they see you in the swimsuit you bought yesterday.

“That’s why Jungsook never replied,” Jimin stated handing you the phone.

“I mean, he was going to see it regardless, right?” Taehyung asks, being the voice of reason in this situation.

“What if he thinks I did it on purpose?”

“No, you wrote Jung-sook in your message, see? Besides, he was going to see you in it, anyway. Calm down,” Jimin pulls you into a hug, his bare chest feeling warm as you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset. Yeah, I like him, but he’s not my boyfriend, and he wasn’t cheating on me. I just made a fool of myself for nothing,” you rant, feeling dejected as you allow your best friend to cuddle you.

“Hey, your feelings and your reaction were valid. Have you thought about confessing? We both think he has feelings for you,” Jimin vocalizes his thoughts, but you aren’t too sure.

“Does he though? Why else would he be kissing a stranger at our house?”

“She kissed him, Y/n. He was going to push her off when you walked in. He’s not interested in her, just you. He came over yesterday to talk to you, but then he got all jealous seeing you and Jimin cuddling on the couch,” Taehyung laughed, his eyes shining brightly at the memory of the younger man.

“He’s young, he’s still insecure,” Jimin states, Taehyung nodding in agreement, his lips coming to kiss Jimin’s shoulder.

“With good reason,” Taehyung mumbles, making your cheeks turn pink.

“Should I go home and talk to him then?” you ask, feeling nervous at confronting your roommate.

“I mean he did nothing wrong, I just overreacted. God, I stormed out of there like I had caught him cheating on me! What do I say to that?” You ponder out loud waiting for your friends to speak, but they don’t.

“Hello? This is the part where you and Minnie let me have it,” you prod Taehyung and he shrugs, his lips trailing kisses down his boyfriend’s muscular back, ignoring your wide eyes.

“Other than confessing, I don’t know what else you can say to explain your reaction. I understand being hesitant about starting a relationship since you already live together, but if things grow sour, you can move in with us. Taehyung and I have already discussed it. We love you, Y/n. Go confess,” Jimin urges you, pushing you out of the bed. You stumble as you nod, grabbing your bag and your phone.

“Wish me luck!” you call out, throwing a quick wave over your head as you head towards the door, putting on your shoes and smiling when you hear a moan coming from their bedroom as you slam the door shut after you.

You drive to your home with Jungkook, seeing his car in the driveway sends your heart beating into overdrive, your palms growing sweaty as you take the keys out of the ignition. You take a deep breath, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you walk to the front door, sliding your key into the lock, turning it slowly before removing your key and opening the door.

It’s quiet when you step inside; your bag hitting the floor with a small thump as you kick your shoes off and close the door behind you.

There’s no sign of your roommate as you walk to your bedroom, shutting the door after you. You turn on the light, moving towards your dresser to take out a pair of shorts, a baggy t-shirt and a pair of underwear so you can shower. Your eyes land on the bag on your bed, still filled with its contents from yesterday.

You grab it, your fingers touching the soft, delicate lace of the lingerie, who you don’t have anyone to wear it for.

You lay it flat on your bed, deciding to try it on once you’re out of the shower. You open your bedroom door, quietly going to the bathroom to shower, glad there’s still no sign of Jungkook.

~

Jungkook was sure he had heard the front door open, yet he remained in bed waiting for your footsteps to walk by his door. He didn’t hear them though, he was wondering if he was becoming delusional, so desperate to have you home that he was imagining hearing you.

It wasn’t until he heard the shower running that he realized he wasn’t just hearing things. You were home. He got out of bed, throwing on a black shirt and a pair of shorts before he opened his bedroom door to go to the kitchen, not wanting to surprise you by waiting for you in your bedroom.

Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s going to say to you, Taehyung’s words swirling around in his head. He claims you have feelings for him, then how come he hasn’t seen you show him? Yeah, you cooked and cleaned for him, and maybe you cuddled with him and held his hand, but that meant nothing when you did that with all of your friends. You didn’t jump into his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist as you did to Namjoon, although you’d known Namjoon since you were in diapers.

He wasn’t getting anywhere with his thoughts. How was he supposed to believe you liked him if you didn’t show him? Not that he showed you either, but that was different! He was a man, and you were first and foremost his roommate. He didn’t want to make a pass at you and then have you move out. He thoroughly enjoyed living with you, you’d been the best roommate he had so far, even better than Jung-sook had been.

What if he confessed, and you turned him down, especially after his classmate kissed him on the couch yesterday? He wished he could turn back time and shut down Leah’s invitation to study. Maybe then he could go back to pining for you in secret and avoid this total mess.

Jungkook heard the shower turn off, his heart thumping in his ears as he grew even more apprehensive about talking to you. He opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water and chugging it before he waited to hear your footsteps crossing the hall and your bedroom door shut.

~ You had no plans to confront Jungkook just yet, hiding in your room after your shower to try on the lingerie set Jimin had bought you. It was your size and complimented your body perfectly, making your figure look irresistible. You were ecstatic Jimin hadn’t gotten the crotchless panties they had on display, opting for lace boy shorts that you pulled up a tidbit higher on the butt to show it off. The bustier had mesh sides, with a lace center and cups as well as boning in the front and back and garters so you could wear it with thigh-high stockings if you pleased.

You were very happy with it, snapping a picture of yourself in it to show Jimin, thanking him once again for the beautiful gift.

You admire your reflection for a while, running your hand over the material, wondering what Jungkook’s large, vascular hands would feel like on your supple skin. His pink lips trailing kisses down your neck towards your breasts, his hands tugging the cups down to expose you to him. His hot tongue swirling around your hardened peaks, eliciting sinful moans from your precious lips. His name falling endlessly from your lips.

No, you weren’t going to allow yourself to think of Jungkook right now, not when you were still upset with him. You breathed in deeply, looking at yourself one last time before you grab your clothes off the floor so you could change. Before you could pull the strap of the bustier down, a knock at your door startled you, a few curse words leaving your mouth.

“Just a minute!” You called in annoyance, grabbing your satin robe and putting it on, tying the belt tightly around your waist. You made sure the lingerie wasn’t showing before you opened the door.

“Oh... uh I can come back when you’re dressed,” Jungkook splutters, cheeks tinting pink when he sees you in your robe.

“What did you need, Jungkook?” You ask, arms crossed firmly over your chest, an eyebrow raised in expectation.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I know I said no hookups in the shared areas and I broke that rule. Trust me, had I known she had ulterior motives to come over, I wouldn’t have invited her over to study. Regardless, it wasn’t fair for you to have to walk in on that and I am very sorry,” he apologizes, awkwardly making eye contact with you.

You nod, not knowing what to say. Tae and Jimin already told you what happened. There was no point in confessing when he wasn’t showing any sign of his feelings for you. He was more concerned about breaking a rule than your feelings getting hurt. It’s not like you could punish him for breaking his rule in his house.

“That’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought I’d give you your privacy,” you shrug, knowing he knows you’re blatantly lying.

“Are we okay?” Jungkook asks hesitantly, not sure where to go from here.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, I’ll let you get dressed then.” With that, Jungkook goes to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, leaving you in the hall staring at his door.

No, you were not okay.

Days later, you were at Jimin’s house, setting up for the pool party now that finals were over and grades will be posted the following day. All your friends needed time to relax, and the day was beautiful and sunny enough for a good swim.

You and Jung-sook were the only females in attendance, the rest of Jimin’s friends were all male. You were glad you had at least Jung-sook to keep you company. Although, at eight months pregnant, she wasn’t in the best mood to lay out in the sun.

Jin hovered near her, watching the grill while turning to check on her every few minutes, annoying Yoongi, who was trying to nap under the umbrella he had set up.

You were helping Jimin bring out the rest of the drinks, setting them up on the table before Jimin shooed you away to join the others in the pool. You were hesitant, not wanting to get in the pool in your new swimsuit. Feeling slightly self-conscious, it wasn’t until Jimin pulled you aside to give you a pep talk that you went over to your sun lounger and took your top off.

You could feel their eyes on you, making your face turn cardinal as you remained in your shorts, not wanting any more attention than what you were already getting.

Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung had already seen it. Jin only had eyes for Jung-sook. Yoongi cared more about his wine than your figure, Namjoon was like your brother, and Hoseok had already seen you naked after bursting into your bathroom while you showered. You had nothing to be ashamed of or worried about; you were amongst friends, family.

With that thought in your head, you unbutton your jean shorts, pulling down the zipper as your heart pounds in your chest so hard you thought it would fall to the ground. You dropped your shorts, bending at the waist to pick them up and throw them on your chair.

A wolf whistle followed by a “hot damn!” had you glaring at Hoseok, who was trying to get out of Namjoon’s grasp.

“Pig!” you call, laughing as you take your sunblock out and rub it on your skin. Ignoring the way Jungkook’s eyes seem to follow your every move. Things between you had been rocky, you no longer pecked his cheek or greeted him warmly. You still cooked dinner, but you had stopped doting on him as much. You thought about moving out, but couldn’t make yourself go through with it. You had been feeling resentful toward him and Jungkook had picked up on it but didn’t know how to resolve the awkwardness and unease that seemed to fill the space in your presence.

Neither of you had brought up that day, much to Jimin’s dismay. However, Jungkook hadn’t brought her back either.

You slowly descended into the pool, complaining about the water being cold as you walked further in, the water reaching your chest.

“You’ll warm up if you dip your whole body in, Y/n!” Jimin shouted from across the pool, slowly making his way over to you. You did as he said, holding your breath before dunking yourself underwater.

You spluttered as you wiped your eyes, feeling slightly warmer, Hoseok made his way over to you, smiling before he splashed you.

“Hoseok!” you shouted, face turning red in anger as you splashed him back, your giggles filled the air as you waded closer to him, your face showing your determination.

“I was just trying to help you out, babe,” he laughs, grinning proudly.

“I’m so sure,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as you move closer to him before splashing him as hard as you can.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook is eyeing your body carefully. His eyes taking in the way your black bathing suit hugs your body and accentuates it perfectly. The water droplets on your chest running down your swimsuit to disappear into the material, has him gulping. He had already seen you in it on his phone, but having you in front of him soaking wet was making his cock stir.

He was fucked, so fucked. He had to tear his eyes away from you to focus on losing his erection before anybody noticed. At least you were too busy with Hoseok to notice him and his problem.

You made it a point to purposely ignore Jungkook while you were swimming, opting to hang out with everyone but him while you were in the pool. Namjoon seemed to notice but figured it was best to stay out of it knowing you or Jungkook would get him involved if you needed him to.

For now, you were wrapped in your towel on your chair next to Yoongi. He offered you a glass of wine, which you graciously accepted as you laid back and relaxed. The sound of your friends playing in the pool filled your ears as you let Yoongi talk about his most recent project at work. For a few minutes, you could allow yourself to forget all about Jungkook.

Of course, your best friend, Jimin, wasn’t going to allow that to happen though. You knew he was up to no good when he got out of the pool and stood in front of you, shaking his wet hair at you as you tried to let the sun dry you off.

“What?”

“Come play with us,” Jimin had whined and pouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the pool's direction.

“Jimin, no!”

“Please,” he had pleaded until you gave in.

“What are we playing?”

“Chicken fight,” Taehyung smiled, making you groan in frustration. You weren’t very good at it.

“Jimin and Y/n versus Jungkook and Taehyung,” Namjoon called as he sat on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water so he could be the referee.

“Really, Joon?” You scoff as Jimin gets down so you can get on his shoulders.

“Miss having me between your thighs, love?” Jimin smirks as his hands hold you on his shoulders tightly.

You yanked his hair as hard as you can, making him howl in pain, “zip it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, feeling his roots throbbing in pain. Jungkook looks at both of you bewildered by Jimin’s statement. When had Jimin been between your thighs?

“Jungkook and I are gonna win,” Taehyung goads Jimin making him scoff.

“You talk a lot for someone who can’t back it up,” you smile slyly, sending a wink over to Taehyung.

“You and Jimin both know I can,” Taehyung flirts back with a wink for both you and Jimin, causing heat to rush to your cheeks.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone (except Jungkook and Hoseok) that you, Jimin, and Taehyung had been involved. Hell, you still would be if you hadn’t caught feelings for Jungkook. The shameless flirting wasn’t missed by everyone though, and even though it wasn’t a secret, it wasn’t anyone’s business but your own.

You look at Jungkook’s puzzled face and smirk, this was going to be fun.

Once you and Taehyung are ready, Namjoon blows a whistle he so conveniently happened to have for the occasion. You allow Taehyung to come to you, a plan formulating in your head as you push him back with your hands. Jungkook stumbles but somehow manages to keep his balance and Taehyung on his broad shoulders. You make it a point to not stare at his shirtless body beaded with water as it can be distracting. It’s distracting enough at home when he comes out of his room with sleepy doe eyes, shirtless and yawning as he makes his way to the kitchen for breakfast. You didn’t need to lose the game because of it.

Taehyung and Jungkook are still a few feet away from you and Jimin, so you smirk and grab your breasts, squeezing them. Jungkook stops, mouth agape as he gulps.

Taehyung smacks him on the head telling him to keep moving as Jimin chuckles below you, “already playing dirty, babe?”

“Of course.”

Taehyung tried to knock you off his boyfriend’s shoulders, but you manage to stay on knowing your breasts won’t distract him, seeing as he’s already seen them and held them in his own hands.

“Taehyungie,” you called in a saccharine tone, batting your eyelashes.

“Don’t think that tone is going to work on me right now, Y/n.” he grins salaciously, making your heart flutter in your chest. You debated calling the whole game off and having your own fun with the couple, but no you had called that off because of your feelings for Jungkook; even if it wasn’t going anywhere.

“What if Jiminie sucks your dick?” You grin, your hand stroking his boyfriend’s wet locks. Taehyung considers it for a second, but Jungkook growls, “that’s fucking cheating! Namjoon-hyung, she’s cheating!”

“I didn’t hear anything,” Namjoon laughs, making Jungkook pout.

“Taehyung, I swear if you throw this game for us I will hurt you.” Jungkook threatens and you roll your eyes as Taehyung gets closer, his hands on your shoulders to push you off his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna remember this, Taehyung.” you huff in response as your hand moves down his wet chest, your fingers pinching his nipple harshly as he yells in pain. You smile smugly, using the opportunity to knock him off Jungkook and win the game. Namjoon blows his whistle declaring you and Jimin the winners.

Jimin helps you off his shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your cheek. His hands linger on your hips as you nuzzle into his chest while Taehyung is coughing up water.

“Cheaters,” he grumbled as he came over to join you both.

“Is it cheating if I know what makes you turn into putty? We could have had fun, Taehyungie,” you laugh making your way to the steps and getting out of the pool. You sit on your chair drying off as best as you can before pulling on your jean shorts and finishing your glass of wine next to a sleeping Yoongi.

Jin calls everyone over to eat not long after, making sure you wake Yoongi from his nap before letting you and Jung-sook serve yourselves before the boys. You grab what you want and take your seat before the boys are pushing and shoving each other out of the way. It’s chaos. Grunting, cursing, and shouts of annoyance filled the air as they serve themselves.

Once you had finished eating you sat with Namjoon, curling into his side as him and Hoseok talked about how hard finals had been. You look around at your friends, noticing how happy Jin and Jung-sook we’re talking about their baby with Taehyung and Jimin. Next to them, Jungkook and Yoongi were talking animatedly about Yoongi’s next project. You were glad you had such great friends, and that you didn’t have to leave them when your parents had decided to sell the house and move across the country. Had they not done that, you wouldn’t have moved in with Jungkook and met everyone; Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Jungkook or Jung-sook. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise?

“I’ll help you clean up,” you tell Jimin as you grab a few of the leftover trays of food and follow him inside the house after he slides the glass door open for you. You set the two trays on the island before opening the fridge to place them inside.

“Are things still awkward between the two of you?” Jimin asks quietly, glancing over his shoulder to see Jungkook still talking to Yoongi animatedly.

“A little bit, but I don’t know how to make it right. Part of me wants to talk it out and just admit I have feelings for him, but the other part of me doesn’t want to ruin our friendship more than it is right now. Plus, if he rejected me, I’m not sure I could live with him and see him bringing girls over.”

“That’s a fair point, babe. You know, our friendship wasn’t ruined because you called it off, so maybe yours and Jungkook’s will be okay as well?”

“It’s different, don’t you think? Us?”

“How so?”

“We all had feelings for each other,” you shrug as you lean against the counter, Jimin turning to face you.

“Yes, and you have feelings for Jungkook now. Tae and I still love you just the same, and you’re still our best friend. Nothing has changed between us except we don’t fuck anymore. Talk to Jungkook, Y/n.”

“Ooh, now you’re using my name again? I’m not ‘baby’ anymore?” you tease, making him roll his eyes and swat your arm with his hand. You stick your tongue out at him and he does the same before he’s walking around the counter, which makes you take off in a run down the hallway towards the bedrooms. You can hear him behind you, your giggles filling the hallway as you see three doors on the right and two on the left, you keep running forward, turning in the hallway that loops back to the living room before running past the kitchen again and running into the bedroom you had spent a lot of time inside of before you called things off with the couple.

“Somehow, you always end up in here,” Jimin chuckles as he walks in after you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you laugh and squirm in his grasp. He tickles you before you’re able to squirm free and run to the opposite side of his bed.

“You can’t catch me again,” you challenge him, noting the way his eyes darken, the smirk on his face making you blush from all the memories that involved that same sinful smirk.

You eyed him cautiously, your chest heaving as he surprises you by climbing on the bed on his hands and knees, able to catch you no matter which direction you decide to run in. You’ve fucked up.

“You’re not going to win, baby.”

You smile, shaking your head as you step to the left but Jimin is there in an instant, his arms pulling you onto the bed with him. You squeal as you fall beside him, your laughs filling the air, tears streaming down your face. It’s been a while since the two of you had a good, easygoing laugh and your stomach was hurting as you wiped at the hot tears that streamed from your eyes, dampening your lashes.

“I was going to tickle you, but you look like you’re about to pee on my bed and that’s not something I’m into,” Jimin grimaces and you smack his bare chest in annoyance. He grins brightly, his hand capturing yours, bringing it to his lips to plant a kiss on it that sends warmth radiating down your arm. Jimin sits up, his dark eyes on yours, your breath catching in your throat as you bite your bottom lip while maintaining his eye contact.

You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t. You called this off and yet, here you were stirring up the same feelings you had for Jimin before, despite knowing you couldn’t go there once again.

Jimin releases your hand, smiling meekly before moving away from you, his breath ragged as he runs his hand through his thick, dark locks.

You reach out to him, sitting up to hug him, your warm skin connecting to his. He sighs heavily, wrapping his arms around you, his lips brushing against your hair for a moment.

You look at him, forgetting about everything for a moment. Nothing else matters except for this moment. You inhale shakily, your hand on his cheek, caressing it while his eyes flutter shut, his lashes resting on his cheeks as he feels your touch. You don’t know what happened, what urged you to do it, but you move forward and press your lips against his.

Jimin hesitates for a second before he’s sitting back, his hands on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips moving with his as you allow yourself to have this last moment with him, some closure you hadn’t been able to have before.

~ “Have you seen Y/n? She’s been gone a while,” Jungkook asks Taehyung, who shakes his head and notices Jimin hasn’t come back to the party either.

“He’s probably showing her how to use the shower,” Taehyung shrugs but follows his friend as they head back into the house, their brows furrowed when they don’t see either of you in the kitchen or the living room. Jungkook walks down the hallway, followed by Taehyung as they look in the bedrooms, until Jimin and Tae's bedroom becomes the last one they need to check.

Jungkook is closest, pushing the door open, his eyes widening as he sees you on Jimin’s lap, the two of you still kissing.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaims, confused, angry, and hurt.

Taehyung looks over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene. Fuck, fuck. He didn’t know what to say when Jungkook turned to look at him.

Jimin and you separate, you climb off Jimin’s lap, face flushed red and looking at Jungkook. You look at Taehyung, who looks flabbergasted as he bites his bottom lip.

“Really, Y/n? Jimin? How could you do this to Taehyung?” you’re not sure if his question is directed at you or Jimin but you feel guilty, regardless.

“It’s not like that,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We saw you!” Jungkook scoffs before turning and leaving. You go after him, squeezing Taehyung on his arm before you’re chasing Jungkook down the hallway.

Jungkook leaves in his car. You get into your own and drive home not knowing what to expect when you get there.

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[lordsister]

Promise To Listen (Jumin Han x Reader)

A/N: This was a request from @bat-yo-us! Enjoy!^^

I do not own Mystic Messenger or any of its characters.

"Jumin, please! I can't stand seeing you like this!" Grasping your husband's arm before he could completely turn away from you, your concerned plea fell on annoyed ears.

The male in question sighed, a steady throb growing in his temple. He was already so exhausted as it was and another argument with you over how much he was working was the last thing he needed at this point. "What would you have me do, (y/n)? Drop everything at such an important point to waste time with you?" Lost as he was in his own anger, Jumin didn't even register the words coming out of his mouth, turning to you with a harsh expression, unsympathetic of the hurt his thoughtless words caused. "Is that what you want from me? To neglect everything my family has worked so hard to build?"

"Jumin, you know that's not it at all! How could you say that?" You fought to control the pressure rising in your throat, knowing tears would only make matters worse. "Can't you see that I'm only worried about you? You come home so late and leave so early, you barely get any sleep! You're overworking yourself and it's hurting me to watch it happen! You have plenty of employees who can handle this for you or at the very least take some of the load! If you keep this up any longer you're going to destroy yourself and then what?" Jumin said nothing, his face turned away from yours, and you clutched his arm tighter. In an echo of the harsh words he'd spoken to you before, you asked, "What would you have me do, Jumin? Watch as the man I love kills himself?"

Something cold flashed in his steely gaze and he tore his arm from your grip. "You don't understand a thing, (y/n). This is bigger than me and if it requires all of my time and energy then so be it."

Your heart dropped like a stone as you desperately tried to reach out to him again. "Jumin, no-"

"If you can't understand the simple facts of the world I live in then I shouldn't have married you in the first place."

And with that he turned and left, leaving your heart shattered at your feet.

As you sobbed and cursed him, burying your face into a pillow, Jumin held his head in his hands at the same time, ruffling his dark hair and sick to his stomach with regret. His distress didn't go unnoticed as Driver Kim glanced at him in the rear view mirror.

"Sir, is everything alright? Do we need to turn back?"

Taking deep breaths to compose himself, Jumin shook his head. "No. Everything's fine. Keep going." Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than the image of your heartbroken face seared into his mind. Even if he did turn back there was no way you would want to see him right now. Not after what he had said to you.

No matter how much he didn't mean it.

Opening his eyes and looking forward, Jumin squared his shoulders for what awaited him at work, focusing on the now. Later though, he would kneel at your feet and beg for forgiveness. Offer his heart on a silver platter. Do whatever it took to regain your love, because he knew he couldn't live without it.

As the wealthy heir's car continued toward C&R, it passed a well-dressed figure on the street, an individual who appeared to be just like all the other street-goers, completely normal...but whose intentions were most certainly not.

Sitting up from the bed, you sniffled and rubbed your swollen eyes. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you saw that a couple of hours had passed since your fight with Jumin, having thrown yourself onto the bed and cried your eyes out before falling asleep from the emotional exhaustion. Upon waking up however, you realized you didn't feel rested or the least bit better about what had happened. No, you felt unsettled to your core. Sleep had brought a strange dream, but you couldn't quite remember what it was about, only that you had been looking for Jumin and no matter where you looked or how loud you called for him, you couldn't find him.

Climbing off the bed, you took a moment to fix your hair and disheveled clothing before heading for the door. By all means, you were still mad at Jumin and deeply hurt over what he had said to you, but the only way the two of you could fix this mess was by talking it out and making amends.

And something deep inside was telling you that it absolutely could not wait.

If there was one thing that actually went well in Jumin's day it was this.

Recently, C&R had had the opportunity to buy out a smaller fledgling company in the same industry. Though this other company posed no real threat, it was still surprisingly prosperous for its size and early state so Jumin had given the okay after careful consideration to begin the process of buying it. When he walked in this morning, Jaehee already had the report ready for him to look at, notifying him that everything was going smoothly.

If she saw the bitterness on his face, she didn't say anything, sticking to her job while he stuck to his.

The male in question was currently sitting at his desk, separating his father's ridiculous business ideas from the work that actually mattered. He didn't look up when a soft knock sounded at his door, answering with a simple "Come in." A moment passed without the door opening and Jumin lifted a brow. Before he could get up however, the knob turned slowly and the door finally opened, admitting the last person he expected to see right now.

"Mr. Han, (y/n) is here to see you," he faintly heard Jaehee say, but he was too focused on you, on the way you appeared to want to hide behind his assistant, the way you reached up to awkwardly tuck a lock of stray hair behind your ear before meeting his gaze. Your eyes exuded hurt, piercing Jumin to the most vulnerable parts of his heart, but there was a tentative hopefulness in your pools of (e/c) as well, something bright mixed in with the bitter.

He saw your chest rise and fall as you took a deep breath before walking into his office, looking him straight in the eye as you did so. The door closed and you and he were left alone to face what had occurred that morning, a battle of wills at work as both your heart and his longed for the other to listen, to understand.

Clearing his throat, Jumin was the first to break the silence. "Why are you here?" It came out gruffer than he had intended, making your jaw clench in lingering anger.

"I...We need to talk, Jumin."

"Can it wait until I-"

"No, it can't."

He blinked, surprised at the force in your tone, and his own defiance and stubbornness reared up in response. "Well, it'll have to. As you can see, I'm very busy. I don't have time for this right now."

Your eyes flashed. "Don't have time for us? I'm your wife, for god's sake, Jumin."

Sighing, he rose from his desk but didn't approach you, instead opting to straighten his tie and walk over to the floor to ceiling windows to look out over the city. "You know that's not what I meant," he murmured, tired.

"That's certainly what it sounded like this morning," you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"(Y/n), this morning was bad and I truly regret what I said, but you have to understand-"

Your foot stomped the ground, silencing him. "No, Jumin! Don't start that with me again!" Striding to his side, you reached up to tilt his face to look at you, your hand gentle on his cheek. "Listen to me, will you?" you nearly begged. "I love you so much, Jumin. More than anything in this world. And to see you working yourself to death pains me more than you know." Tears welled and shimmered in your eyes, keeping him silent. "I feel so helpless watching you hurt yourself and not being able to do anything about it. Put yourself in my shoes. It scares you when I overwork myself planning the RFA parties, right? Well, that's exactly how I feel now, so please..." The hand that wasn't on his cheek grasped his own hand tightly. "Please, let me-"

A sudden commotion from outside his office made you stop mid-sentence, your combined attention drawn to the door as it burst open...an individual he didn't recognize pulling something metal and shining from a hidden pocket inside his blazer...you moving in front of him just as he reached to pull you behind him...and a very distinct bang before Jumin's world turned red and shattered into a million pieces.

For a few heartbeats he failed to acknowledge what had just happened, his arms automatically wrapping around you as you sunk to the ground, a red patch quickly blooming on your abdomen. Your stunned expression matched his as you looked up at him, a pained cry forming on your lips. Security guards tackled the armed intruder to the ground and someone was yelling that an ambulance was on the way, but Jumin wasn't listening, too busy holding you in a protective embrace that had come too late as reality quickly sank in.

"Jumin..." you said weakly, reaching for his him. "Help...it hurts..."

His hand grasped yours tight and he pressed a hard kiss to your forehead, breathing in your scent as he rocked you in his arms. "It's okay, (y/n). It's all going to be okay. You're going to be alright," he said, trying to convince both you and himself. "An ambulance is coming. You're going to be fine. I promise."

The next few minutes felt like hours and passed in a hazy, adrenaline-filled blur as he repeated the same words. Holding you tight, he pressed his balled up suit jacket to the wound in your stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood until the paramedics arrived to rush you away. Even then, Jumin didn't let you out of his sight, demanding that he be allowed to ride in the ambulance with you.

When you were rushed into surgery, leaving him to wait helplessly, he broke down and cried, slumping into a chair and burying his face in his hands as sobs and desperate prayers wracked his body. The rest of the RFA was quick to arrive and were nothing less than shocked at how they found him, his hands and usually pristine white button-up stained with blood, his hair disheveled, and his face streaked with tears. They tried to assure him that you would be fine, letting him know that your shooter, the crazed CEO of the company C&R was buying out, was in police custody, but their attempts at comfort were met with silence as he ignored them, too focused on all the ways he had failed you.

As the hours passed with no word as to your condition, his fears only grew. The horrible words he'd spoken to you that morning echoed cruelly in his mind and his anguish rose at the thought that those would be the last words he ever spoke to you, the words of an unsympathetic husband who refused to listen.

"Mr. Han?" Jumin's head shot up at the unfamiliar voice, startling the nurse standing in front of him. "Your wife is out of surgery now. She lost a lot of blood, but her condition's stable. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to her room."

Without a word he rose to follow, leaving the rest of the RFA waiting. Later, he would appreciate them recognizing his need to be alone with you, but for now his attention was elsewhere, scared to hope that you were actually okay. When he reached the door of your room and the nurse left, Jumin didn't have a clue about how he should face you, but he couldn't handle not seeing you for a single second more. Grasping the door handle, he pushed it open and the breath he'd been holding escaped in a rush.

You were okay. Well, okay as you could be after being shot, but you were alive, and Jumin felt his tears rising once more.

"Jumin," you called to him softly, lifting a weak hand. He was at your side in an instant, both of his hands holding yours as he sunk to his knees on the floor next to your bed and pressed your hand to his face.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry," he choked, shoulders quaking.

"Shhh..." It was too painful for you to move, but you did your best to convey your love for him through the tightening of your hand in his. "This wasn't your fault, my love. I was the one who jumped in front of the bullet."

"I almost lost you," he sobbed. "I was so awful to you this morning and then I almost lost you."

"Jumin, you couldn't have known this would happen." Muffling a pained groan, you reached forward with your free hand to run your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to you. "Will you listen to me now? Will you take a break from work?" you said, trying for lightheartedness, half joking, half serious.

"Yes. Yes, I promise I'll always listen to you from now on. I'll try to understand as I always should have."

You smiled, the gesture brightening your pale face. "We still have more to talk about later, but I'll hold you to that promise." Leaning forward, you kissed his head softly. "I love you, Jumin."

His tear-reddened, loving eyes met yours as his hands moved to cup your face. "I love you, too. I promise I'll be better next time."

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[zerot0all]

Venus Throw | M,A,F

Mafia Theme

The Boyz Sangyeon x Fem reader x Hwall

M- Mature (smut, violence, mentions of drugs, crude humor , mentions of gambling addiction, etc...)

In gambling a Venus Throw is the highest possible roll but in this life style a Venus throw gives you the most precious thing. Your life. Will luck be on your side?

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.01

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yell at the top of your lungs causing everyone in the room to jolt up. “I’m sorry sweetie, but this is the only solution.” Your father spoke in a low tone, his breath reeking of cheap alcohol and cigars.

“No , this isn’t the only solution! Why don’t you give up your freedom since you’re the one who got yourself into this problem!” You holler back, you were raging with anger. Your father was a chronic gambler and his excuse was that it helped him relax. But in reality that caused him more stress then anything.

“Look y/n, this is a good deal...you will be able to live a lavish life filled with riches while at the same time paying back my dept to the Heo Mob.” Your father responded trying to give a reasoning behind him selling you off to the Heo Mob in exchange for slowly repaying his massive dept that he had with them.

“Look, it was either you or your little sister, you decide.” Your father added with an annoyed tone.

“You’re fucking kidding, I wouldn’t let them have Daisy!” You spat back as you realize that your younger sister was listening to the conversation. As you took a seat you couldn’t help but feel the pressure of your fathers actions. Either you go willingly and become the wife of the Heo Mobs spoiled brat son and suffer ... or , have your little sister suffer. But in reality their wasn’t a choice you were going to agree to, because you would rather suffer than someone else.

“Fine.” You whispered as a single tear fell from your eye.

“I will become the wife of the Heo Mobs son.” You add as you got up and began to head out.

“Thank you sweetie.” Your father says jumping up and down in excitement holding onto your mother who never did anything but stand by idle.

“But you should know that once I become his wife, I will take Daisy away from you and and make sure you’re never allowed in any casino for the rest of your miserable life.” You say in a stern tone as you walk out the door. All you hear behind you is your father cursing your name and beginning to throw a tantrum. You had agreed to be the wife of someone you’ve never met and were going to meet for the first time...tomorrow.

Ding

Your phone rings alerting you of a new message.

My love: hey baby, it’s super busy tonight and I have to cover the bar but I just wanted to say goodnight and I love you.

Read 11:12pm

As you finished reading the message, you couldn’t help but fall to the cold ground and begin to cry. You had a life and even if your parents weren’t ideal, you had the most amazing boyfriend, Sangyeon. But now , you were engaged and not to him. How would you tell him? As you thought it over for a couple of hours you decided that their was only one solution to save yourself and Sangyeon. You began to text and hit send before you could regret it.

You: I want to break up! It’s over between us.

Sent 1:37am

Before you could receive a response , you turned your phone off. You knew Sangyeon wouldn’t let you go but he had to for his own safety. The Heo Mob was like any other mob , they were violent, feared and wealthy beyond belief. They didn’t handle rejection very well and if any of the stories regarding the son were true , you were in for hell.

The Heo Mob had one son, Hwall , he was known to be handsome but was also stuck up with a temper only his father could handle. He only dated the riches of the rich , why would he settle for marrying you? After a couple more minutes sitting out in the cold you decided to head home to rest a little before the mob would pick you up. Your house was pitch black but of course they would fall asleep without knowing where you were, it was easy for them to forget about you.

“It’s over huh?” You suddenly hear a husky voice say, you already knew who it was and you couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

“Y/n , answer me...is it over?” Sangyeon asked again this time his tone was more anger rather then hurt.

“Yes.” You whisper as you nod your head.

“Look at me and tell me it’s over.” Sangyeon says as he spins you around and grabs your shoulders trying to meet your gaze.

“Yes, it’s over Sangyeon, fuck.” You say annoyed thinking that you would rather have him hate you then to have him continue to try with you. You pull away from him and push him back.

“It’s over, I’m tired of you and I’m done with this.” You say trying to muster all your energy and not break down infront of him.

“Bullshit.” Sangyeon says as he grabs your face and attaches his lips your yours. You tried to fight it for the first couple of seconds but you couldn’t resist him. You loved Sangyeon with every inch of your mind, body and soul. Sangyeon was your escape from reality, he was your savior. As he deepened the kiss with his tongue you couldn’t help but melt into him. He quickly pulled away and grabbed your hand pulling you into his car. Driving off, you knew exactly where he was taking you. The entire car ride was silent you didn’t even want to look at him because you knew you would cave in and tell him everything.

But you couldn’t do that to him. Sangyeon was strong, smart and so handsome... he was perfect. But for the sake of his life, you had to keep him away from your families messy ways.

“Now, talk to me baby.” Sangyeon says as he closes the door to his place. His house was your safe haven, you spent countless times there cuddled up with him while he comforted you. But you had to remind yourself that you belonged to someone else and that you needed to protect your sister, so you had to push him away.

“Talk about what? I already told you... We are over!” You say in a stern tone as you stay as far away from his as possible.

“Y/n, I know you better then anyone and I know that you’re lying.” Sangyeon says in a gentle tone as he tries to make his way towards your frame. You take a couple steps back because you know if you let your guard down you will fall right into his arms. “Sangyeon, our entire relationship you told me you valued my opinion and my decisions. Why can’t you just accept this one?” You say as you place your hand on the doorknob.

“Fine, if this is what you want I will let you...” But before he could finish you opened the door and headed out. You sat inside a cab, heading home your heart had finally finished breaking into a million pieces. In a couple of hours you were going to meet your future husband. As you rest your head back your eyes filled with tears thinking about what would soon become your reality.

“Y/n, wake up you need to get ready.” You hear your mother say as she shakes you awake. Your mother pestered with your hair and makeup as if that would increase your value to the Heo mob. As you finish getting ready you head out to the front of your house where three black SUVs took over your small neighborhood.

“Don’t worry Daisy, I will be back for you.” You say as you give her a kiss on her cheek and head inside the vehicle.

“So , how long will it take us to get to the Heo mansion?” You ask the driver but he gave you no response. It took about 50min to get to the mansion. It was even bigger then you could ever imagined, it looked like one of the houses from the dramas. The driver said nothing but opened your door and pointed you to the entrance.

“Good morning miss.” A young lady greets you as you enter the door.

“My name is Jooe and I will be your personal assistant.” The young lady says as she leads you into the living room. You sat on a huge couch trying not to fidget with your hands.

“Miss y/l/n!” You hear a voice say as you turn around, you are struck with such beauty and elegance. This gentleman was wearing all black with sequins and sporting even dark black hair in a mullet style.

“My name is Hwall but soon you will be calling me husband.” Hwall added with a smirk as he raised his eyebrow as he examined your frame. This was the man that requested to marry you in exchange for paying off a dept, why? This was the man that you would call husband instead of Sangyeon? The thought hurt like no other. As you sat back down your phone began to ring. The light flashed with Sangyeon‘s name, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. You quickly tried to silence it but you knew he would just continue to call.

“Maybe we should get you a different phone number. I don’t want anyone from your past contacting you. I’m a very jealous guy.” Hwall added as he stood up and motioned you to hand over your phone. He stood tall with a irritated expression on his face. Normally you would fight back but you were drained and maybe it was for the best that Sangyeon couldn’t get a hold of you. You slowly handed him your phone and he quickly took it from your hand.

“Well, he’s a persistent fella isn’t he?” Hwall added as he threw your phone on the floor and stomped on it to shatter it.

“Miss Jooe, take y/n to her bedroom and get her settled in. Please keep a close eye on her. See you soon honey.” Hwall added as he looked at you over his shoulder with a stern look before he left the room.

This was going to be your life from now on. You were to be isolated from the world in order to keep the people you loved safe. But the question that dawned on you was, why did Hwall pick you?

[CD]

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[heroacademiasstuff]

safe and sound

Shouta would prefer to lick his wounds in peace. Toshinori disagrees.

Also available on my ao3 account dolphins.

Darkness spilled out into the halls like clumping tarmac, coagulating in the corners and making the shadows sticky and ominous. Aizawa began his retreat to his room in the dorms- a slow, steady, but agonising pace. A midnight patrol gone badly led to an altercation with a villain with a knife quirk- blood flooding the streets and unfortunately he had been nicked and bruised once or twice before the bandit had been securely restrained.

It comforted him, in a way, to return here rather than to the empty stillness of his own apartment. Fans whirled in the student's bedrooms, snores echoed, and sleep-talkers muffled voices filled up the silence. A single, flickering bulb lit up the kitchen. Probably one of the students were up for a drink of water or a late night snack. He shouldn't be seen in a state like this but it was his responsibility to shoo them back to bed, so he trailed his way there, muscles screaming out in pain.

"Aizawa-kun?" Bright, owlish blue eyes blinked back at him, taking his regular heartbeat in the process and adrenaline shot right into his weakened veins. "Oh God," Toshinori rushed to him, abandoning whatever he had been doing in haste. Tea dripped town the edge of the counter and Aizawa felt an oily liquid spill down his face.

"What happened?" Aizawa slapped his worried hand away, sharp and flinching. So catlike, Toshinori mused, a wounded animal always needed to bury away and lick its wounds. However, his colleague and newly-formed, tentative friend was no such creature.

"Bad incident on patrol, please don't concern yourself with me, Yagi-san," he made way to leave the room but was stopped by a bony hand gripping him with an unusual strength. Pleading eyes, concern pooling into the molecules around them, he stopped.

"You're bleeding, let me take a look," Toshinori noted the slice above his eyebrow, red rivulet reaching his chin; black clothes ripped and probably stained. How the man was still standing he had no idea.

"I don't need your help." Aizawa spat, reeling away from the unwanted touch. This sort of thing came with the job. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't used to a couple of scratches and bruises. "Go back to sleep and stop being such a mother hen."

Frowning, Toshinori edged back, allowed the man to make a few more staggered steps until he caved. Aizawa too, by the looks of things. He had the door frame gripped tight in one bruised fist, bent over to catch his breath, gasping like a chainsmoker. It wasn't as though either of them were going to get any sleep now. Sighing, Toshinori went to him, grabbing him gently around the waist to prop him up.

"Fuck... off," he spat, wheezing a little around the edges, dissolving most of the heat there. Unimpressed, Toshinori ignored him and led him into the bathroom, propping him down on the closed toilet and leaving him to lock the door.

"Stop being stubborn," he eyed him warily, opening up the small cabinet for a first-aid kit. Thankfully finding one with the items he needed. Surprisingly enough, what with all the accident-prone teenagers running around. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You need to be able to accept help sometimes."

"You are such a hypocrite." Aizawa hissed and wiped his face with a worn sleeve, anger flicking away at his frayed nerves. Edging further into his body until his muscles were straining against their bruises and wounds. "Stomping around campus in that hulk of body, even though it's killing you."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Aizawa-kun, so don't try to make assumptions." Toshinori should have thrown the first-aid kit at his head and told him to do it himself, but he knew this was just his colleague lashing out because it was all getting a little bit personal. "Show me your torso, if you have any serious wounds I have to call for Recovery Girl."

"I didn't realise you were that way inclined, Yagi-san," Aizawa spat, reeling at the hands edged at the bottom of his shirt. "Although I should have known, what with all those vague interviews in your youth."

Toshinori sighed. What a tiresome man. "Be quiet and just allow me to help you."

In that moment, Aizawa grabbed at his head, the room a swirling tornado before him. Toshinori gaped as his colleague threw up the remainder of his stomach contents all over his lap, and the other set of hands still dumbly holding the edge of his shirt. Coughing brutally, a whisper of a sob shattered Toshinori's heart into a million, tiny pieces.

Harsh knocks sounded at the door.

"Sensei?"

Two startled pairs of eyes met and Toshinori rushed to the door, wiping his hands on his baggy shirt. Greeted by a frantic mop of curly hair, Midoriya stood in his All Might pyjamas, worried frown set between his eyebrows.

"I heard noise, is everything okay? It sounded like someone was being sick."

Toshinori rested a hand on his shoulder, breathing out a sigh. "My stomach is playing up a bit, nothing to worry about young Midoriya. However, you shouldn't be up this late at night. If your mother knew she would have my head on a spike."

Midoriya eyed him warily, "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe I can get you some water or-"

"Nonsense," Toshinori waved off his concern like a buzzing wasp, "Hush your worries and get back to bed. You'll have a tough morning if you don't get the appropriate rest."

Nodding in agreement, and fully assured that his mentor was indeed alright and not going to keel over on the spot, Midoriya left him to it and a sigh blew from Toshinori's decrepit lungs. Entering the bathroom once more and locking the door, he looked up to Aizawa trying and failing to dap at himself with crumpled up toilet paper. Humiliated at losing his composure in front of a colleague, he was clutching at straws in attempt to rectify the situation

"Hey, hey- don't worry about that!" Toshinori slapped it gently from his frantic hands. Startled, Aizawa blinked up at him. "It is better just to take those off, I will find you fresh clothes."

"I'm sorry I threw up," Aizawa muttered, reddish tinge to his face, tone softening slightly. "I guess I was running on adrenaline before, the pain hadn't really properly hit until now."

"Don't apologise, I understand. Many of nights I have finished a fight high on adrenaline, only to come down hours later feeling as though I'd been hit by a truck," he chuckled lightly, peeling back the soiled clothing with Aizawa's reluctant assistance. Red lines marked his chest and stomach- superficial wounds but would need cleaned nonetheless. Trousers abandoned in an embarrassing pile on the floor, Aizawa allowed his colleague to examine the dark bruising and cuts marring the skin. Again, harsh and painful, but nothing that would require stitches, thankfully.

"Do you think you could manage a shower?" Toshinori rubbed the back of his neck, ears hot and eyes pointed to everything except for the half-naked man in front of him. Aizawa was no better.

Huffing his disapproval, Aizawa let out an unimpressed grunt. Toshinori took that as a no and left to get some fresh clothes. Scrambling in his wardrobe, he returned with a large shirt, mainly used for sleeping in his All Might form, baggy shorts, and a couple of wash cloths.

"Stop looking so embarrassed." Toshinori muttered, running the wash cloths under the hot tap, wringing them out and leaving them at the side. Aizawa rolled his eyes, scratching at the drying blood on his stubble.

Beginning the slow process of washing away the dried and still-dripping blood, Toshinori supposed the best way to handle this would be to keep the lines of communication open, so as to make the situation less awkward for both. Thankfully the man looked slightly better with the blood washed off his face so Toshinori began his chest, blushing like a schoolgirl the entire time. It was weird being so close to someone where you could feel their body heat. Practically scorching.

"Are you okay?" he asked, focusing his eyes on a particularly tender-looking cut. A villain with that kind of quirk would have been absolutely terrifying. One wrong move and your arteries would be spurting.

"Fine. Why?" Aizawa practically growled out, hiding the hisses of pain between his teeth, probably feeling all kinds of shame and embarrassment. Still tensed up like a hunted animal, it was unlikely he was going to be feeling at ease any time soon.

"You experienced a traumatic attack, it is understandable if you're feeling shaken, or- or upset," Toshinori ignored the screams in his head that demanded he stop, that insisted this was far too personal, of how he was treading the dainty line between professional friendliness and personal caring very, very finely. A juggling act he edged upon daily.

Aizawa practically snorted. "After all these years, do you think a shrimp like that, with a flashy quirk, would be enough to traumatise me?" Ignoring Toshinori's mouth opening and shutting like a dumb fish, he continued with a slight smirk. "I've had takeout food more traumatizing than that."

Moving to his legs, Toshinori pointedly ignored this entire situation. If the very notion that he was currently touching another human's legs so tentatively and caring even dared to cross his mind, his head would probably splatter into a brainy mess along the walls. "I think you are downplaying how you feel," he said carefully, edging around the topic as delicately as though tip-toeing on thin ice, crocodiles and sharks snapping below.

"I don't need whatever it is you're trying to do, Yagi-san. I don't need to talk, or you to comfort me, or anything. I just need to sleep."

Finishing up his cleaning, he grabbed antiseptic gel and dabbed it over the wounds, the stink of it making his eyes water. Aizawa's eyes were welling up also, but probably not because of the smell. Swallowing, Toshinori nodded and continued dutifully. The gel hitting his thigh made Aizawa practically flinch.

"Sorry, I know it hurts. Just say if I am being too heavy handed." Toshinori hushed, guilt nipping away at his guts. Piranhas. Gently finishing up, he covered the wounds with small plasters, shielding them with any bacteria or dust that might find their way in over night.

"It's okay. I suppose I should thank you for your help," Aizawa admitted, rubbing at his neck and doing all kinds of flipping, somersault things to Toshinori's heart. "I'm glad it was you that found me, of all people."

"Hm?"

The unspoken groan resonated between them as Aizawa reluctantly answered. "You make less of a deal out of things than Hizashi or Nemuri would," he shrugged, as much as he screaming shoulders would let him. A tedious effort.

Chuckling ever so slightly, Toshinori felt the ghost of a smile flicker along his closed lips. "I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing, Aizawa-kun." A scold.

Throwing the t-shirt gently over Aizawa's shoulder, he coaxed hands through the holes and watched as it comically swallowed him up. Much too big and slightly endearing. The shorts fit a lot better, hugging his thighs wonderfully. Toshinori tore his eyes away, cheeks growing noticeably hotter.

Standing abruptly, "I should get you some water or something- f-for the shock!"

Aizawa grabbed at his leg. "No. I just need to sleep it off. Help me to my room, please."

The thought of Aizawa returning to his room alone, aching in pain and coming down from the adrenaline did strange things to his tummy. It was a ridiculous idea, but one that came to his mouth before his brain properly filtered out the repercussions.

"You can stay in my room," Toshinori blurted out. "It's closer and I have a Western-style bed you can sleep on. I can use the futon- that way if you need anything in the night, someone will be close at hand."

Aizawa brow quirked, "I won't need anything. It's okay. I wouldn't want to put you out of your bed." His face showed the cogwheels turning behind his eyes, mulling over the possibilities strategically. God, Toshinori envied that ability, rather than just jumping in heart first. "People might get the wrong idea if they see us sharing the same bedroom," he added, finger running along the plaster above his eyebrow. Soon there wouldn't be any more space for more scars.

Toshinori shrugged. "Allow them."

Heat swarmed his face once more as the implications returned. Flustering, "I- I mean, no one would have to know. I will ensure the upmost secrecy." Surprising them both, Aizawa let out a soft snort, a playful little sound of amusement.

"Okay then," he nodded, the 'you idiot' going unspoken.

Helping the man to his room was no easy task, navigating the various obstacles placed around the living area of the dorms with complete silence, as well as securing another person's body weight that was much heavier than your own. However, Toshinori enjoyed a good challenge and reaped the rewards when Aizawa was safe and secure in his bed, snorting at Toshinori's stuffed penguin between the pillows.

"It was a gift from a student!" He defended himself with little success. Midoriya had won it on a claw machine during an outing with his mother. Touching that he has chosen to gift it to his mentor, Toshinori treasured the little thing and it gave him a small comfort on lonely nights.

"You baby," Aizawa huffed out, despite the fact that his eyes were already beginning to close on their own accord. Tired, aching body sinking into the mattress like melting butter on fresh bread. Toshinori rooted around in his bedside locker, placing painkillers down beside a glass of water before heading to sleep on the futon himself.

Heart stilling finally, he sank down to sleep, early morning light barely flickering in between the slots of the blinds. His eyes drifting with the metronome of another's snores.

#erasermight #eraserhead #erasermight fic #toshinori yagi #all might #bnha fic #mha fic #aizawa shouta

[thekriseffect]

Blissful Silence (Liam x MC)

[Note: I had the day off from work today, so what did I do with my free time? Wrote another TRH fic! It’s a little (a lot) all over the place and it ended up being longer than I originally anticipated (apparently my mind had a lot to say), but overall I’m happy with its outcome... I think. That could change within a few hours.]

[Summary: After the announcement of the heirs gender and with Freya’s due date only days away, everyone is anxious for their arrival. You can read my previous similar fic here if you’d like!]

[Tag List: @romanticaheart-posts, @cora-nova .]

“What about Oliver? It’s cultivated, like Liam, yet also simple, like you.”

I was gritting my teeth so tightly I was sure they would fall out as I stomped to the great hall, Madeleine hot on my heels with pen and paper gripped determinedly between her stupidly perfect manicured nails. I didn’t think it was possible for me to dislike her more than I already did, yet these past eight months had proved me wrong. She’d evolved from an irritating itch to a festering disease, one with seemingly no cure that was driving me more toward insanity with each passing day.

It was late morning and the palace was fairly quiet with most of the staff out doing their duties for the day, so it gave me the illusion that I was alone, which was far from the truth. I was never alone, not anymore. I knew Mara wasn’t far behind, my ever watchful shadow, though she was careful to camouflage her presence like she had been for the past several weeks, which caused the sour bitter-taste of guilt to stick to the back of my throat. I hadn’t meant to snap at her. I was just tired of everyone treating me like I was a piece of fractured glass, ready to shatter into millions of irreparable shards at a moment's notice. I was pregnant, not dying.

“Lionel would also be an acceptable choice.” I grimaced. “Or Alfred, after Alfred Dumar, the fabled Cordonian dueler. The public would love that, not to mention it would portray stability to name the heir after someone so admired within society.”

“For the last time, Madeleine, I’m not discussing baby names with you.” Liam and I had recently announced the gender of our child, a boy, under the guidance of our press secretary. We had originally planned to keep it a surprise but Cordonia’s citizens were growing restless as were the neighboring royals. They wanted answers and I was failing to provide them. Curse me for taking too long to grow a human being inside my belly.

A press interview was scheduled to take place in the great hall this afternoon to discuss the kingdoms future king, so I was shoved into a satin pearl gown that hugged my torso a little too snugly with dozens on beaded clips secured in my hair to try to tame the strands flat. It wasn’t working. I blew a rogue flyaway away from my scrunched forehead. Definitely not working.

“It would be good to disclose this sort of information during the interview, Freya. With your due date being mere weeks away the media is going to be as demanding as ever,” she told me matter-of-factly as she scrawled something inside her notebook as we walked from corridor to corridor.

“Then they can wait those last few weeks to get that information,” I shot back.

The one thing they fail to tell a pregnant queen was how different her circumstances would be from a regular pregnant woman. I knew that things would be more complex for me than a typical mother, I’d always known, but it was one thing knowing and another thing actually experiencing it firsthand.

Every one of them wanted a piece of my son for themselves. They circled around me like vultures, blackening the sky as they anticipated the big moment so they could dive in for the kill. Dive in for that tiny chip of power that they would be offered. I’d do anything, anything, to keep him from their clutches. He was mine… at least for now.

I’d stopped listening to Madeleine minutes ago. Her even tone melded into the background with the rest of the pointless factors as my mind raced with obsessive thoughts until a deep throb started to pound like a heartbeat against my skull. My soles hurt, my back cramped, hips too tiny to accommodate my now massive stomach, and this dress was trying to suffocate me with it’s never-ending ruffles.

I slipped a clip free from atop my head.

I was warm. Too warm. Like I was sitting too close to the sun. Why did this castle have to be so goddamn warm?

Another clip was ripped away impatiently and dropped, forgotten on the marble below.

I glanced down at my dress. I hated the color ivory. It was reserved for people who were considered pure and innocent and I was neither. I felt like I was posing as something I wasn’t wearing it. It wasn’t meant to be worn by people like me.

I reached up again, my fingers trembling slightly now. Down went another clasp, echoing soundlessly against the ground as Madeleine’s voice droned on and on.

We came to the end of the corridor then only to be met by a set of polished, gleaming stairs. My legs ached. Stairs. So many stairs.

Madeleine moved forward down the steps while I was rooted to the spot like my feet were super-glued to the floor. I stumbled back, hands reaching behind me for the glass of the long decorative table that posed with two velvet cushioned chairs in the hallway in front of one of the windows overlooking the castle gardens. My fingertips met a cool surface and I shifted to the right to ease myself down into one of the chairs.

I sunk into it with a soft sigh and let my eyes fall closed as I tipped my head back against the headrest. Immediately some of the tension eased, evaporated into nothing, giving my lungs more room to breathe. I placed a hand against my uncomfortably swollen belly and began moving it soothingly in small circles back and forth, back and forth. I wish I could stay here like this, without a care in the world. I wish—

“What do you think you’re doing?” Madeleine’s voice came directly above me though I didn’t open my eyes to look at her.

“Sitting.”

Even without meeting her gaze I could hear the irritation laced within her words. “You don’t have time to sit. You need to meet with Liam and the media downstairs in ten minutes.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care if you want to, you have to.”

“I’m the Queen of Cordonia,” I said. “I don’t have to do anything.”

She huffed as she towered over me with what I could only guess was a disapproving expression. “You know that’s not how this works.”

I hummed. “Are you sure about that?”

“Unlike the rest of your companions, I don’t find this amusing—.” I’d stopped listening after that. It was always the same with Madeleine. She’d tell me to do something, I’d refuse mostly just because I could, and then she would lecture me about my “incivility” and remind me of the importance of my “regal demeanor.” I was a queen and, in her mindset, that meant I was expected to smile and wave and look pretty while keeping my mouth firmly shut.

I slumped further down into the armchair, the light playing against the inside of my eyelids as I let my thoughts wander away from me. The window behind me was propped open slightly, letting the strong scent of freshly mowed grass drift up into the room. I took a deep breath and allowed that seemingly unimportant observation wash over me. It’s funny how something familiar like that can calm you down. It was one of the things I’d learned to cherish more and more over the past year, the little details. The ones that appeared insignificant but in truth were what held everything together at the seams. I sighed. When did things become so complicated?

“Freya?” A new voice cut through my thoughts. Worried, richly masculine, and perfect. Liam. “What happened?”

Madeleine answered before I could, her sharp tone clashing so harshly against his that it almost made me laugh. “Your wife is being effortlessly impossible, per usual.”

Footsteps grew closer. I could feel him kneel down in front of me, his large fingers gripping the armrests at my sides as he searched my face. “Frey?” I opened my eyes to meet his. Concern pinched his eyebrows together. He had the appearance of the refined king, blond hair neatly combed back and white dress shirt stretched across his broad chest invitingly, but the expression of my doting husband and instantly my heart rate settled. “Are you alright?”

“I’m sitting,” I told him.

Liam gave me an amused look. “I can see that.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I placed my hand over his on the chair and he brought my fingers to his mouth, his lips brushing softly against my knuckles. I let my fingertips play across his newly shaved cheek as I matched his gentle look with one of my own. “They’re waiting for us,” he murmured.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to go.”

“Neither do I,” Liam said. “But I don’t think we get much say in the matter.”

“Unfortunately,” I grumbled.

“How about this,” he pressed, Madeleine silently scolding me from behind his shoulder. “We go and finish this one interview, maybe pose for a few photos.” I wrinkled my nose at him. “And afterwards we spend the rest of the evening together, just you and me. No interruptions.”

I leaned forward with bright eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” He smoothed away the wild hairs against my brow to kiss my forehead. “What do you say, My Love?”

A small smirk curved my lips. “I say… you’ve got yourself a deal.”

———

The gentle pressure of Liam’s fingers intertwined with my own was comforting as he led us hand in hand through the palace maze later that day. The press gathering had taken up most of our afternoon so the sun was just beginning to disappear beyond the trimmed hedges, leaving everything in a blinding golden glow. An easy silence enveloped us while we walked; I think we were both grateful for the quiet. It was something we really didn’t get to experience much of anymore.

We wandered for a few more minutes before the path narrowed, opening up to a small clearing ahead and I let out a startled laugh as the sight of a distressed swing hung low on a crooked branch came into view. It had been over a year since I had last been here yet everything looked exactly the same. The overgrown vines, the metal canopy overhead, the grass peeking through the stones of the trail. Warmth spread low in my belly as all the shared memories rushed back.

“You really are a helpless romantic,” I teased as Liam helped me onto the swing. The wood was pale, peeling from old age and use and the ropes burned against my palms as I gripped them tightly.

“I try,” he said with a small smile.

I gave myself an experimental push. “This is where you proposed to me for the first time.”

“It was supposed to be the only time.”

“If your family had gotten their way I wouldn’t even be sitting here today,” I said, causing a distant look to cloud his eyes, and immediately regretted it. It wasn’t Liam’s fault that his parents had disapproved of our relationship. He wasn’t responsible for the actions of other men, even those carried out by his own father.

I nudged him with the tip of my flat to try to lighten the mood. “You seemed nervous that night. I must be extremely intimidating.”

He laughed. “I was terrified.”

“King Liam? Terrified? I find that hard to believe.” I gave myself another push.

“It’s true,” Liam told me. “I knew I was going to propose to you almost immediately after meeting you, Freya. For me it was something set in stone, something as normal as breathing. But for you?” He shook his head slightly and broke eye contact to rub the back of his neck. “I grew up in this environment. Being engaged to a woman I had known for less than a year wasn’t an unusual thought for me, but that wasn’t the case for you.” He stepped closer, fingers gripping the rope of the swing as he hovered above me. “I was sure you were going to say no.”

I stood then and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. Blue eyes clashed against brown. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath against my cheeks, taste the heat radiating off of his chest in waves.

“And yet here I am,” I whispered while taking one of his hands and laying it over the bump of my stomach.

His irises flared, expression shifting from composed into something soft and vulnerable with every emotion open and out on display. Joy, fear, adoration, nervousness, love. So much love.

“Freya, I—,” he started before I molded my lips against his, cutting him off. I kissed him like I had that night so many months ago, in the same exact spot. Intensely and greedily like I couldn’t get enough of him. Pouring all my thoughts and feelings into a single gesture, taking everything that he was willing to give and giving back just as much. His fingers tangled in my short hair as he pressed his mouth so hard against mine that I was sure it would bruise. My head began to spin. He peppered tiny kisses over my eyelids and brow as I pulled back and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I love you too,” I told him.

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[softdreamyhours]

a lie | S.Johnny.

part 1 part 2

genre: pure angst once again

pairing: johnny x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: swearing

authors note: i feel bad for making johnny so mean, but you might find out why if you want a part 2?? maybe??

You laugh as you watch your lanky boyfriend strut around your shared bedroom modeling the new t-shirt he had bought today while out shopping with his members, he looks like an idiot, over exaggerating all of his movements but you could not be happier, this man knew exactly how to make you laugh.

It was moments like these that you cherished dearly.

You didn’t know that this was all going to come to a very sudden end.

The last happy memory you have of Johnny occurred just after he had modeled his new shirt for you, he came waltzing over to the bed you were sitting crossed legged on with your back leaning against the headboard. Johnny crawled onto the bed and laid his chest down over your legs and placed his head onto your chest.

You couldn’t help but giggle as your hands instinctively went to run your fingers through his hair. You had never known a person to be dancing around the room one minute and then be almost fast asleep the next before you knew Johnny Seo.

“I love you,” he sighed, closing his eyes.

If only you knew that those three words were a lie.

You stared at your cell phone screen with tears burning your eyes and blurring your vision. You didn’t want to believe it, you wanted it to be a prank, you wished that it was a lie. You read the text you received from Johnny again and again and again, hoping it would just disappear.

from: Johnny baby <3

its over, i don’t want to see you anymore.

You didn’t understand, things were going great between the two of you. You hadn’t fought in ages, you were planning a vacation to Hawaii for your three year anniversary, he had even mentioned adopting a puppy recently for the two of you to raise together. Yet he obviously didn’t think that things were great because he had just shattered your heart into a million pieces like it was nothing.

You texted him about 50 times looking for answers, you called him a countless amount of times hoping for an explanation but he never answered. He never answered but he was still able to post selfies all over social media.

“Fuck you, Johnny Seo,” you mutter out loud, “Fuck you for being happy without me.”

Because lord knows I am broken without you, you thought.

The next couple of days were torture, you hardly left the house and you almost never ate. This morning however you woke up furious and determined, you needed answers. Who the hell does Johnny think he is to just drop you like that, like you were nothing.

You stormed around the house you used to share with Johnny collecting all of his possessions and throwing them harshly into a box. You were going to find Johnny Seo, give him his stuff back and demand answers.

After stuffing Johnny's things into a box you begin your expedition to his place. You decided to walk so that you could blow of some steam but you were kind of regretting that now because the box you are carrying is much heavier than you thought. You think of turning back but immediately push the thought to the back of your mind, you were not going to make any excuses, you needed an explanation.

You stomped up the stairs and banged loudly on the door of Johnny's’ dorm, you were prepared for anything, you were willing to fight for the answers you deserved.

You turned your back towards the door and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down because the first thing you tend to do when you are extremely frustrated is cry, and you were definitely not going to let Johnny see your tears. You turned to face the door once again when you heard it open and someone ask you a question.

“y/n?” Doyoung asked however he soon stepped aside when he saw the look of pure rage on your face.

“Thank you,” you mutter quietly as you pass him making your way to Johnny's room.

You shove his bedroom door open with your back and as you turn around you drop the box right on the floor at your feet, creating a huge crashing sound.

“Your stuff,” you say coldly, placing your hands on your hips and stare at the man lying on his bed in front of you.

“Thanks?” Johnny asks more than says, barely looking in your direction and going back to fiddle with whatever he was doing on his phone.

You let out a resentful laugh, “that’s all you have to say?” You question him.

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “what should I say?”

You feel your blood begin to boil, how could he be so nonchalant?

“Anything Johnny,” you shake your head, “literally anything more than one word.” You cross your arms over your chest, raise your eyebrows and look at him expectantly.

“I told you in my text that I didn’t want to see you again,” he says dryly standing up and walking over to where you were standing.

He bends down and picks up the box placed at your feet, when he stands up and looks you in the eyes you feel a shiver run down your spine. His eyes were cold and unwelcoming, a very unfamiliar look for you to see on his face.

You feel a familiar sting in your eyes and your bottom lip begins to tremble, you swallow and close your eyes. You would not allow yourself to cry in front of this man, you will not allow him the satisfaction of seeing you at your weakest.

“And how do you expect me to do that?” You ask becoming more and more frustrated as time passes.

“You’ll figure it out,” he shrugs and turns away from you to place the box in the corner of the room.

“I might be able to if I can understand why you did it,” you say your voice shaking slightly now.

You can’t quite figure out if you are still crying because you are angry or if you are crying because your heart aches at the fact that Johnny seems totally okay and unfazed by what is happening.

Johnny ignores your question and sits back down on his bed and reaches for his phone once more, this causes a surge of rage to rush through your body.

“Just tell me Johnny,” you yell out, “why did you do it? Huh?”

You abandon all your efforts not to cry in front of him and let the tears fall down your cheeks. You just stand there waiting for an answer from the seemingly careless man in front of you with tear soaked cheeks.

“Stop crying,” he spits out, ignoring your questions again.

You throw your arms up in frustration and let them fall down and hit your thighs, you are so frustrated you feel as if you might explode.

“Am I not enough anymore?” you almost scream, “are you bored Johnny?” You continue to question him.

“Because I thought that if I worked hard enough, I could one day be enough for you.” You were sobbing now, “I guess I’m not.” You shrug.

“Not what,” Johnny speaks up for the first time in a while.

“Not good enough for you.” You answer wiping your cheeks.

“That’s okay,” you shrug, “I wasn’t meant to be loved by everyone I meet, I guess I just thought we had something special.”

“I’m sorry that you feel insecure y/n,” he says with no emotions, “but don’t take this personally.”

“Don’t take this personally,” you repeat heartlessly, “how the hell am I not supposed to take this personally,” you begin to shout again.

“Calm down y/n,” Johnny says standing up, he walks towards you and stands in front of you.

“Look, I’m sorry okay?” he apologizes again, his eyes blank.

“I don’t want your empty apologies Johnny!” You scream in his face, “I want my boyfriend back!”

Johnny places his large hands on your shoulders and turns you around so that you are facing the door,

“Well that’s not going to happen,” he says as he nudges you slightly towards his bedroom door urging you to leave.

You let out a sigh of defeat, the words he had just said tore your heart into shreds and your whole body began to ache from the inside out. You begin walking out of the room, tears are still streaming down your face, your cheeks are beginning to feel sticky from all the salt that has gathered on them.

You leave the dorm sobbing not listening to any of the other boys questions’ to see if you are okay or if they need to walk you home. You just want to disappear.

You finally arrive home and walk up your front stairs on weak legs, you stopped crying now but you don’t feel anything anymore. You are numb.

When you get into the house you make a beeline for the living room and flop down onto a couch to stare at the wall blankly for a few moments. When you roll over onto your back you feel something pressing into your spine. You groan and pull it out from under you and your eyes begin to burn once more when you realize that it’s one of Johnny's hoodies, you must have missed it while you were packing his things.

Your mind began to wonder. How can he just throw away your three year relationship like it meant nothing, like you meant nothing. You don't understand how he can act so cold towards you after everything you have been through.

What you did not realize, however, during your confrontation with your now ex-boyfriend is that he only avoided your eyes so you would not see the tears beginning to form in his own eyes, you didn't realize that he was only using heartless and cold expressions because if he began to put expression into his words he would break down too. You also definitely did not notice that when he turned you around to make you leave, he eventually let his tears fall.

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