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reinerispretty · 4 years

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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt8

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“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” (Y/N) said quickly. “I’m totally fine, just have amnesia.” She knocked against her skull. “Nothing’s getting in here, I guess.” Before Asami could speak, Korra knocked on the door of the sparring room.

“How’s it going?”

“Well...” Asami started, glancing down at (Y/N). She stared up at Korra, a frown pulling at the ends of her lips.

(Y/N) didn’t sleep at all that night. She could feel the tiredness weighing on her body, pulling her limbs further and further down into the comfy sheets of her bed, but her eyes wouldn’t close. All she could do was stare up at the ornately decorated ceiling, painted with depictions of a tan, thinly mustached man as a cherub. She wondered whether or not she should go bang on Mako’s door and demand what that was. She thought he hated her! He had seemed so angry on the balcony and then the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. She knew it was ridiculous, but part of her thought she could still feel the softness of Mako’s lips against hers. She smothered her face with her pillow and screamed into it.

When the rising sunlight just barely started filtering into her room, she slid out of bed. She walked to the mirror and brushed out her hair, which had become tangled from how much she had tossed and turned throughout the night, and pulled it back with a hair tie. She could see the faintest hints of tiredness on her features, so she splashed cold water on her face and hoped that no one would bring it up. Once she had pulled on her athletic clothes for her training, she walked to the kitchens.

It was still early enough that the kitchen remained unoccupied. (Y/N) searched through the pantry to find something easy to make. Everything looked incredibly fancy and had labels that made absolutely no sense. She was lucky to have had Asami with her yesterday to help her decipher the meaning of some of the words. What in the world was a saffron?

“Looking for something?” (Y/N) was so startled that she knocked her head against the frame of the pantry. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, are you alright?”

As she pulled away from the pantry, rubbing her head, she found Bolin standing beside her. His black eyebrows were pulled together in concern and his bottom lip jutted out apologetically. “Yeah, I’m fine,” She said, laughing lightly. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up so early.”

“I used to get up early for Nuktuk! I guess I haven’t really broken the habit yet. What are you doing up?”

“I didn’t sleep that well,” (Y/N) said, and she supposed she wasn’t totally lying. She turned back to the pantry. “Plus I was hungry and I didn’t want to wait for everyone else to be up to eat. All these foods look too fancy.” Bolin snorted, as if she had said something funny. (Y/N) supposed it had something to do with her past, so she didn’t press him.

“I can make you something!” He said, pushing past her to get into the pantry. His fingers were on her arm for only a moment but (Y/N’s) heart leapt into her throat and she had to take a deep breath to right her emotions. Bolin’s hands reached out and grabbed all sort of different ingredients.

“You really don’t have to make me anything,” She assured him, to which Bolin scoffed.

“I know I don’t have to,” He said to her, flashing a smile. “I want to.” He went over to the main island in the kitchen, laying out all of the ingredients in a row. “Today I will be making the lovely lady...toast.”

“Toast?” (Y/N) repeated, a giggle following her question. “These seem like a lot of ingredients for toast. Do I even like toast?”

“’Do you like toast?’” Bolin asked in a teasing manner. “You love toast! But you have to eat it in a very specific and sometimes frustrating way, if I remember correctly.”

“I’m picky when it comes to toast?” She took a seat across from him, leaning her elbows on the marble countertop. “You’re making me sound pretentious.”

“Oh you are,” Bolin said as he turned on the stove. He gave her another smile and (Y/N) knew he was kidding, “But only when it comes to food. You’re a big food snob.”

“You’re telling me a lot about myself today and I’m not sure if I like any of it.” Bolin laughed at that, then began walking her through the instructions of how to make her special toast. As she watched, (Y/N) understood why Bolin had become a mover star. She felt like she could listen to him talk for hours.

When her food was ready, Bolin elegantly garnished the plate and slid it in front of her. He watched her with an eager smile on his face. “Try it!” (Y/N) bit into the warm bread and hummed in delight.

“I understand why I’m such a snob now,” She said. “I have pretty good taste.”

“Does that mean I nailed it?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I’m gonna assume so, yes,” She said as she took another bite.

“Great! I was worried I had forgotten how to make it! Y’know it’s been years since-” He stopped himself, his green eyes falling to the floor. Unsure what to do with the silence, (Y/N) slid the plate in between them.

“Try your masterpiece, Chef Bolin.” She smiled softly at him and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. As they sat there sharing their food, (Y/N) was more curious than ever as to what had really happened between her and Bolin. Because right now, she feared that she was going to fall for him all over again.

After their private breakfast, (Y/N) and Bolin walked to the main dining room, where the rest of their group was waiting. Korra and Asami’s faces lit up as they entered the room, but (Y/N) noticed how much of a point Mako was making to look away from her. The uneasiness from the morning rising in her stomach again, she took her seat between Korra and Asami.

“Ready for your first training day?” Asami asked.

“Could barely sleep thinking about it!” (Y/N) said. The waiters brought in their food, but (Y/N) only picked at hers while the rest of her friends dove in.

“You’re gonna have to eat something if you’re gonna train today,” Korra said through a mouthful of rice. “Don’t need you passing out. Again.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I’m pretty full! I got up early and Bolin made me this toast that I apparently really love.” Korra’s eyebrow quirked up in curiosity and, unbeknownst to (Y/N), a small smile made its way onto Asami’s lips.

“That’s nice of him,” Asami said.

Once breakfast was finished, Asami led (Y/N) to the sparring room. She showed her mostly defensive maneuvers, like how to block an attack and get out of someone’s grasp. But (Y/N’s) mind was so far away that each time Asami taught her a new move, (Y/N) forgot it almost immediately. They had to go through each move close to seven times before (Y/N) was somewhat okay at it.

Sweating, she sat down on the mat and flopped onto her back like a starfish. “I’m sorry for being such a bad student,” She huffed as she caught her breath. Asami stood over her, a quizzical expression on her face.

“Is everything alright?”

“How’s it going?”

“Well...” Asami started, glancing down at (Y/N). She stared up at Korra, a frown pulling at the ends of her lips.

“I’m feeling a bit too much like an emotional mess today to spar, I think,” (Y/N) admitted, her voice rather sheepish. Korra sat down beside her, Asami doing the same.

“Even more of an emotional mess than usual?” Korra quipped, nudging (Y/N) with the toe of her boot. (Y/N) sighed and stared up at the ceiling. There were so many secrets surrounding her life already. Did she really want to keep one more? She turned and looked at Korra’s bright blue eyes and she felt her heart squeeze inside her chest. Part of making friends was trusting people, right? And these seemed like people worth trusting.

(Y/N) sat up and tucked her knees into her chest. “Mako kissed me last night.” Her words came out fast, rushed, and for a moment (Y/N) was unsure if they had actually heard her.

“Woah!” Asami exclaimed, just as Korra said, “What?” (Y/N) covered her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment.

“I was thinking last night, about how Bolin said he hadn’t seen me in years, but when I met Mako, he said he hadn’t seen me in months. So, I confronted him about it, and apparently I did something to him, whenever he saw me last, but he was just being so...Mako about it that I yelled at him! And then after I was done yelling, he kissed me.” (Y/N) groaned. “Everything is just so messed up and complicated. I can’t wait to get my memories back.”

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Korra stood, hands balled into fists at her sides. (Y/N) grabbed her by the wrist.

“Korra, wait! You seem mad-”

“Because I am! You don’t deserve the way Mako treats you, and I want answers.” She wriggled her hand free from (Y/N’s) grasp and stormed out of the room, Asami and (Y/N) watching in her wake.

“I have a feeling this isn’t going to be good,” (Y/N) said. Asami gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Mako’s just a complicated person. When I dated him-”

“You and Mako dated?”

“Yeah, we dated before he and Korra did.”

“Mako and Korra dated?” (Y/N) leaped to her feet. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! I didn’t mean--Oh, I’ve messed everything up! I was worried that me being around would put a strain on your guys’ friendship, and now look what’s happened! Korra’s about to beat Mako to a pulp!”

“Korra’s not going to do that,” Asami said with a laugh. “She’s just going to talk some sense into him.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop fidgeting with her fingers. She felt so anxious.

“Are you upset that Mako kissed me?”

“Of course not,” Asami said gently, standing so that she and (Y/N) were face to face. “I got over Mako a long time ago.”

“And Korra? Is she going to be mad at me?”

“It’s not your fault and she knows that. Korra wouldn’t be upset with you over something you had no control over.” Asami’s reassuring words put (Y/N) just a bit at ease. But the knot in her stomach tightened as she worried about how Mako and Korra’s conversation would go. Should she have kept what happened to herself?

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Korra found Mako easily, standing on the top deck of the ship by himself. “Hey!” She shouted, and Mako tensed. He knew that tone of voice. He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” He asked, but he had a feeling. Korra and (Y/N) had been getting closer, after all.

“Care to explain yourself?” Korra asked, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Mako opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it when no words would come out. He couldn’t even explain himself if he tried. He had laid in bed last night, mentally beating himself for kissing (Y/N). Maybe he had gotten too in the moment when she had told him she actually cared about him. Maybe he did it because he had been wanting to for a really long time. Mako truly didn’t know what he had been thinking.

“I thought that when she left, the feelings I had for her would leave too,” Mako said quietly. “I did a good job pretending, while she and Bolin were together, but last night she told me that despite the way I had treated her she still cared that somehow she had made me upset. If you want an explanation, I don’t have one, because I don’t even know.”

“Look,” Korra said, grabbing him by the arm. “We’re going to go inside and you’re going to tell me, Asami, and Bolin what exactly happened the last time you saw (Y/N).”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I don’t really care if you think it’s a good idea. If we’re going to go into the Spirit World to help her get her memories back, then we all need to be on the same page, alright?”

So Mako stood in the middle of Varrick’s fancy den, the eyes of his three closest friends curiously boring into him. With a deep breath, Mako began recalling the last time he saw (Y/N).

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Mako had just finished dinner with Asami when he began his walk to the pro-bending arena for practice. It was still early enough in the evening that people were walking about, but the streets were surprisingly less crowded than he expected. Mako tightened his scarf around his neck and shoved his hands into his coat pockets as a cool breeze flitted through the spring air.

He was rounding the corner when he saw a familiar figure, huddling further into their coat and ducking their head down. Mako recognized the head of (color) hair and the way her fingers just barely peaked out of the sleeves that were too sizes too big for her. “(Y/N)?” He asked, coming to a stop. Her head snapped up at hearing her voice, and she took a staggered step back once she recognized Mako. He recognized the familiar sight of her tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes. “Are...are you okay?”

And he knew he probably should be colder to her, considering what she had done to Bolin, but she looked so...sad. She gripped onto the edges of her jacket tightly, as if she was trying to hide in it, as she shook her head as her bottom lip trembled. “I messed up. I’m an idiot, I’m such an i-idiot and I-” She started crying again, her shoulders trembling as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth.

“What happened?” Mako asked. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head furiously.

“I saw-” She was trying to speak, but her own tears were getting in the way. She tried to wipe away her tears but they just kept falling.

“Listen,” He said, gripping her by the shoulders. “I have to run. Meet me in the park at ten, okay? By the riverbank. We can sit down and talk and figure whatever’s going on out, alright?” (Y/N) looked up at him, nodding as she wiped away her tears.

“Okay,” She said, her voice quiet as she tried her hardest not to let it wobble. “Thank you, Mako. I-I’ll explain everything.” She nodded determinedly and gave him a watery smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Mako smiled too, despite himself. “Okay. Ten, don’t forget.”

“Okay.” They walked away from each other, but he turned around countless times until she became lost in the crowd. He hated to leave her like that, but he had to get to practice. He couldn’t have anyone being suspicious about what he was doing: Bolin was still in the process of getting over her and the last thing he needed was finding out that Mako had seen a hysterical (Y/N) back in Republic City.

When practice ended, Mako walked as quickly as he could to the park. He made up a story to Bolin about swinging by a store to get a new pair of shoes to get away from him. But when he reached the park at the exact spot he had told (Y/N) to meet him, just a few minutes before ten, she was nowhere to be found. Mako waited until late into the night and became angrier with each passing minute. He should have known that she would treat him the same way she had treated Bolin.

So he returned home and had continued on with life, trying to forget about the night that he had found her sobbing, and was grateful that months passed without seeing her again.

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Mako knew when he had finished his story and looked at Bolin that his brother was furious. “If you had told me,” Bolin said, his voice scarily low, “We wouldn’t be in this mess. She might still have her memories!”

“You don’t know that,” Mako countered. “Just because she didn’t show up that night doesn’t mean that was when she lost her memories.” Mako looked to both Korra and Asami for reassurance, but both stared at him sadly. “Right?” He asked, and the guilt was starting to settle in his stomach. He had been so angry, so upset at (Y/N), for something that she might not have had any control over. Maybe if he had stayed with (Y/N), all of this never would have happened.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Mako said. “I was trying to look out for you. You were just starting to be okay again. I couldn’t ruin that.” Bolin set his jaw, clenching and then releasing his fists.

“You can’t start thinking about the what ifs, Bolin,” Asami said, leaning over to place her hand on his. “She’s here now, right? And for the most part, she’s okay.”

Bolin remained silent until a knock sounded against the heavy wooden doors of the den. (Y/N) peaked inside, her smile falling once she found all four of them gathered together and realized what the topic of discussion must be. “Dinner will be ready soon,” She said, before shutting the door.

(Y/N) didn’t think she had ever experienced a more uncomfortable meal. No one had said a word since they sat down, so (Y/N) ate her food and wondered what on earth they could have been talking about before she had entered the den. She knew it had to have been about her, otherwise they wouldn’t have met, just the four of them. She glanced over at Bolin, who sat uncharacteristically far from Mako.

She looked at Korra, dramatically raising her eyebrows and just slightly nodding her head toward the two boys. Korra gave (Y/N) an awkward smile, which all but confirmed (Y/N’s) suspicions about what had caused the two brothers to be so tense around each other. She cleared her throat to speak. “Asami taught me a few defensive moves today. I wasn’t very good, but hopefully I’ll be better tomorrow.”

Bolin smiled at (Y/N), but she could tell it was straining him. “That’s great!” And he didn’t continue. She had only talked to Bolin a handful of times, but he always had much more to say than that. She rolled her eyes, tired of the weirdness that was culminating around the room.

“Look, I know it’s strange, what happened between Mako and I, but it was honestly just an emotions thing. We were arguing and he probably got so mad at me he didn’t know what to do.”

Mako’s wide amber eyes flashed up at her, his face instantly paling. He shook his head and (Y/N) tilted hers to the side in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Bolin questioned.

“You know, the kiss last night?” Korra choked as she sipped her tea. “That’s why everything’s so weird right now, isn’t it?” As she looked at the faces around the room--Korra’s mix of fright and amusement, Asami’s surprise, Mako’s shame, and Bolin’s shock--(Y/N) realized immediately that she had miscalculated. Horribly.

“Actually it wasn’t,” Bolin said, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Mako conveniently left it out during our discussion today.”

“Just use some Avatar powers on me the next time I’m about to say something stupid, okay?” (Y/N) asked Korra. The girl humored her with a salute.

“I think I’m going to finish dinner in my room,” Bolin said, taking his plate and getting up from the table. The group watched as he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. (Y/N) turned to Mako.

“I’m so sorry!” She said quickly. “I thought he knew and that’s why everything was so weird!”

“No,” Mako sighed. “Bolin was mad at me for a different reason.” Mako’s eyes met hers and he gave her a smile. “He was bound to find out eventually.”

“I hope I haven’t ruined anything between you two.” (Y/N) had been so worried about causing rifts between the group, and that’s all she had done today! She thought about keeping her mouth shut permanently unless she was spoken to.

“It’s alright,” Mako said. “Really. This isn’t the first time Bolin has been upset with me and it won’t be the last. I’ll talk to him once he’s calmed down.” (Y/N) nodded, turning back to her dinner. She probably shouldn’t talk to Bolin, but she wanted to.

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shortsunshineposts · 5 years

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Finding You part 1

People liked the idea so here’s part 1

Alright so this first parts a little cheesey but trust me it gets better I promise 💜

Part 1 Reagan POV

“This crazy right? We’re crazy. This whole thing is crazy.” Your friend Brook said sitting on her suitcase. She began gently rolling around the hardwood floors, her small frame easily balancing on top of the overly stuffed suitcase that just barely made it through customs. You had just arrived at your almost empty apartment in downtown Seoul.The large apartment building sat smack dab in the middle of the city amongst many other high rise buildings. It was a not too recent build that mimicked the loft vibes you might see somewhere like New York or Boston. The walls were half drywall half exposed brick, and you could clearly see some metal ducting towards the slightly higher than usual ceilings. It smelled of freshly dried paint and cleaner. The landlord had told you the complex had recently been remodeled to accommodate a younger generation hoping to attract a new population who have become attracted to South Korea’s culture and human geography. Though you would be happy with four walls, a microwave, and a working shower the place did seem to fit your aesthetics.

You and your two best friends Brook and Cassie had made the decision to move to South Korea as a group. Brook would be teaching English and working at the national museum as an intern. Cassie would be finishing her last semesters of college as an international student. And I landed a job as an assistant mechanical engineer for a large technical company. Brook was right this did seem a little crazy. Though you were pretty familiar with the language you wouldn’t call any of you completely fluent and none of you had ever visited the country previously. However, the city called your names and you all hoped to live comfortably here. You looked around at the simple apartment, a small kitchen, a living area with large windows at the far end overlooking the city, it also had two bedrooms going off either side of the living area and a small full bathroom. Because there were two rooms you knew you would be sharing the larger of the two with Brook, but that was fine you had shared a room with her all through college and to be honest it would be weird if you weren’t sharing a room. Her strange sleep patterns and soft snores were oddly comforting.

“Okay it’s a little crazy,” Cassie said sitting cross legged on the floor. “But we’re here, no going back now.” She was right you went through all the trouble of getting here, the visas, convincing your families, there was no turning around now.

“Alright y’all,” Brook proclaimed. “I say we unpack and then go out and explore! I’m starving and I don’t think any of us want answer the question ‘what’s for dinner’ today.”She rolled away towards our bedroom.

“She’s right we might as well start now or we’re never going to start.” I say as I pick up the nearest box and walk it into the kitchen.

It takes a lot longer to unpack a house than it did to pack it up. You were currently sitting on the floor looking through a box labeled random when Cassie waltzed out of her room hands full.

“Hey Reagan, what do you think we should do with all our BTS albums?” She said plopping our three combined stacks on the table. Between the three of us we’ve managed to collect almost all of them and a few other group’s albums as well. Brook was the literal definition of a multi stan. “Like do you want to separate them out? Or im thinking we could have one combined shelf on display.” She seemed very excited about the idea of proudly displaying our love for the very talented boys.

“Whatever you’d like Cassie” You chuckled at her enthusiasm. You’d be lying if those seven boys hadn’t had an influence on your big move, but it wasn’t that you had expected to ever meet them, they simply made you more interested in their home country. Though you all did label yourselves as ARMYs, their official fanbase.

Your stomach rumbled and you looked at the clock. It was almost seven pm and none of you had eaten anything except the occasional snack since you’d arrived. “Alright I think it’s time to consume.” You said laying down flat on the floor. Your arms and legs starfished along the wooden surface.

“Thank god.” Brook said coming out of our room already changed and ready to go. “I think I could eat a horse.” She had discarded the leggings and sweatshirt she’d worn on the plane for skinny jeans and green sweater. It was just a little too big for her so she tucked the front behind a black belt.

Looking from her attire to your sweat pants and cropped T-shirt you decided it wouldn’t do. You and Cassie got changed into clothes slightly nicer than your airplane outfits, Cassie opting for similar look to Brooks only with a grey turtleneck and you threw on your nicest mom jeans and salmon cropped sweater, and bravely left your apartment building for the first time since arriving. You all had your phones out looking up restaurants that you could all find something to eat at. None of you were too picky, well Brook was, but so long as they served meat you were sure she would find something she liked. You all decided to play it safe and found a small restaurant that served food that you were relatively used to. Pictures on their website looked similar to that of a pub. It had a bar as well as normal seating, and the menu actually looked surprisingly like a mix of American and Korean foods.

You arrived at the restaurant in a timely manner, well as timely as you could. As per usual you got lost a few times. You all depended too much on the gps in your phone on top of being directionally challenged. Inside you were sat at a table the waiter surprised by your abilities to speak the language somewhat coherently. You were sure he was thankful for that.

“Oh thank god they have wine.” You gasped ready for a glass after such a long day. You didn’t drink a lot considering you were big lightweight but you could still throwback a few glasses of wine easy. Brook laughed across the wooden high top table and scooched in her stool.

“Of course that is the first thing you look for.” She rolled her eyes at me knowing my history as a wine enthusiast. “I may have to join you on that one.” She said looking around. She tucked her hair behind her and played with one of her earrings.

“Maybe that would be a good idea.” Knowing Brook for a few years now I knew that new places, especially busy ones, triggered her anxiety. Alcohol usually relaxes her and makes her a bit more outgoing.

“Well I’m going to stick with water thank you very much.” Cassie said raising an eyebrow at the two of us. Cassie was the youngest of the three of us at only 20, being in Korea now meant that she could drink legally without having to wait until her 21st birthday, but she was very okay with waiting.

“Alright Cassie then you have to lead with directions on our way home.” Brook said pointing her chopsticks at her.

“Brook do you even know how to use those?” You snickered.

“Hey as long as the food makes it into my mouth it matters not to me.” She said matter of fact. She made a point. You and Cassie giggled remembering Brook’s past attempts at using the utensil. Most times you ended up having to ask the waiter or waitress for a fork because she was to embarrassed to ask for one herself. “And besides my hand cramps up most of the time.”

About an hour and a half passed in which you spent chatting, eating and drinking. Others in the restaurant had come and gone but your waiter did not seem to mind that you had stuck around. Probably because you seemed to be enjoying yourselves. While Brook was telling us about the new job she was about to start Cassie’s eyes started to wander. Looking around the room at various patrons and the atmosphere. It was a surprisingly popular little spot. Popular music filled the speakers and people mixed and mingled across the floor. You saw her eyes quickly widen just enough for you to notice and she turned her attention back on Brook, a slight red blush appearing on her cheeks barely visible in the dim lighting. Brook and I looked at each other and back at Cassie.

“What?” Brook asked her eyebrows narrowing taking another sip of her wine.

“Nothing, it was nothing.” She said quickly and quietly trying to avoid the question.

“Seriously Cass what was it?” You pressed.

“Okay fine, but you have to promise me that you won’t look.” She spoke quietly. “There’s a few people here we know of.” She looks at us suspiciously.

“What do you mean that we know of?” You were very confused, you hadn’t known anyone before you moved here. Cassie rolled her eyes.

“Remember don’t look but there’s a large booth that’s behind us, over in the corner. At that booth, I am most certain that there are seven idiots we know.” You and Brook shared one more look of confusion before our eyes widened. We quickly composed ourselves as to not draw any special attention to the table. Brook took a nervous sip of her drink.

“Cassie are you sure? Like really sure? 100%?” You asked still concerned she was freaking out over nothing.

“Am I positive I almost made eye contact with the boy of my dreams? Yes Reagan I am sure.” You all took in the moment that you were sitting in the same room as the people you had adored for almost a 2 years now.

“Alright y’all, just be cool, don’t be suspicious, and subtly change your lock screens.” You were about to protest but Brook interrupted you. “Reagan don’t lie to me I know bunny boy over there’s been your background for weeks.” You stayed quiet and changed the background.

Not wanting to move from your seats you all ordered a round of drinks, even Cassie this time, obviously more nervous than before. After a little while the alcohol really started to kick in and you stopped worrying so much about them. You discussed other topics and told embarrassing funny stories about each other. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone look over at the three of you but you ignored it, and continued to attempt to get your two friends to laugh hard at each other. You were a little loud but not any louder than any other young person hanging out there that night.

After a little while this person and a few other persons began to walk towards your table. At first you thought they were walking up to you but they slid past you and walked up to the bar. Brook who was currently facing that way suddenly turned bright red trying to look anywhere but straight ahead of her.

“What? What’s happening?” You questioned.

“He’s looking at me.” She said a little quietly.

“Who?” I questioned.

“Oh my god he is looking at you,” Cassie exclaimed. “OH and you will never guess who has their eye on you Raegan.” Cassie giggled.

“Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?” You asked still very confused.

“Let’s just say there’s a Kookie waiting for you at the bar.” She said winking at you. You put your hand to your head. Brook still refused to make eye contact with anything except her phone and her glass in front of her. “You don’t think you guys should talk to them should you?”

“Do you think they’d think that’s weird?” Brook said breaking her silence.

You poked your head around to try and get a look at the supposed boy looking at you. You weren’t being very suspicious about it as you made direct eye contact with him and he flashed you a small bunny smile. You felt yourself start to blush and you quickly looked away.

“Oh well now you may have to talk to them.” Cassie said. You were hoping not when you felt a sudden presence behind you. Cassie looked nervous all of the sudden, sitting up straight in her chair and playing with the ends of her hair making sure they were laying nice across her shoulders. Brook was looking behind you holding her breath like she wanted to say hello, but didn’t want to be the first to do it. Suddenly there were three boys standing at your table drinks in hand.

“Hey there.” You recognized that voice anywhere. You turned a little in your chair to be greeted with a smile from Jeon Jungkook.

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