#brightest boxing prospects

[decarbry]

Yabureme 2-3

It’s weird, the boundary between professionalism and emotion. Some people have a good one, or act as though they do. Shou was one of those people. When it came to saving lives and doing his job, he seemed like he could put anything at all behind himself for a moment just to make sure he got it done. But it was more than that. Shouta tended to find ways to let those emotions fuel his work. That was why he flourished as a teacher. Oboro did that for him.

For better or for worse.

Hizashi wasn’t like that. He was a good pro hero, and a good radio host, and good with the public. And though daily failures could eat at him, he didn’t take them so personally that he couldn’t work. Hizashi knew that pro heroes couldn’t save everyone. It just wasn’t possible. Early on, it was tough to shoulder through. As he got hours under his belt, he faced reality. Shouta and Nemuri helped him with that.

He might cry in frustration the night after a rescue failed, but he would trot himself back to school the next morning, a smile on his face. It was something every single hero student had to come to terms with. It was no different back then and now. Every class, every generation. He had never been special for it.

This was different. This wasn’t just some failed hero work. This wasn’t some daily torment.

Half of himself was gone.

Nemuri had stepped away after he confirmed his intentions to lead commentary at the sports fest as usual. She had her own preparations to make, her own stage to step onto. Despite his words, she had to know he wasn’t okay. He wouldn’t put it past her to have someone waiting near the host station in case he needed some support while she couldn’t be there. He had doubts in himself too. But he wanted to at least give Nezu a good ol’ Plus Ultra try. He wanted to be there for Shouta’s kids. They were expected to move on too. To participate in a series of games that seemed so trivial compared to the loss and peril they’d all just experienced. Shouta might not have been as important to them as he’d been to Hizashi, but… no, he shouldn’t think like that. He was just important in a different way. Those kids did experience something horrible. So, to make this work, he’d resolved to channel Shou.

If it worked, maybe those kids would be able to find a foothold. Maybe he would too. Maybe together they could stabilize and find a way forward.

Fuck. He hadn’t even opened the door any further and he was already shaking. One of Shou’s methods for reining himself in was counting to ten. Hizashi shut his eyes and did just that.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, blah, blah, 9, 10.

Opened the door.

The roar of the stadium suddenly came into existence as he stepped past the threshold, surrounding him in a way it hadn’t while outside. This was his element.

He could do this.

“HEY HERO FANS!” Hizashi— no, right now he was Present Mic— his voice had somehow found its same old familiar energy, like nothing was wrong. Yeah. Good. Maybe this could work.

He’d somehow transitioned from the door to the chair at the console without much trouble, hand gripping the base of the microphone to hold it up to his mouth. He stood with the other hand on the back of the chair, channeling the energy of an excited announcer, and that required standing. He hoped no one in the crowd was paying attention, or knew him well enough to hear the agony he was masking.

Down below, he could see the empty field, and Nemuri standing on her podium, waiting for her introduction. Her back was turned to his announcer’s box, but he knew she’d be able to tell.

“Welcome back to the UA Sports Festival! Once again we’ve got the strongest, brightest new hero prospects in the world ready to show off their stuff in today’s heart-pounding competitions.” He wasn’t using his quirk, of course, but his voice still boomed around the stadium, each exclamation eliciting a surge in the roar of the crowd. They were excited even without his encouragement.

An unexpected pit of disgust formed in Hizashi’s stomach. The same event that had taken his heart and those kids’ teacher was only fueling the crowd’s anticipation.

They couldn’t help it. They weren’t as impacted. Heroes died and were injured every day. That was what they signed up for.

The morning before, Nezu had made a statement to the press that kept things short and sweet, using Aizawa’s family name rather than his hero name. By design, few people knew of Eraser Head on any wide scale and nearly no one in the public knew his real name in connection. All the press really cared about was that a first-year UA class was attacked, less so about the teacher that was missing, especially when that teacher had just acted like he was meant to. There wasn’t a sensational story in that part. Most of the people here, the civilians, probably had no idea anything had happened beyond the threat to the students. The spectating heroes might have simply considered the loss sad, with a small handful that knew the missing sharing more legitimate concern.

But the vast majority just wanted to be entertained.

The teachers, the few that weren’t on the current search teams, were seated in their box below his, and though Hizashi couldn’t see their faces, he knew they were tense. Some of them wouldn’t be able to watch the entire sports festival as their turn on the search rolled around. But they were here to support the students too, while they could. Even now, Hizashi watched Thirteen check a time piece and leave the seats, her large helmet’s eyes carefully avoiding his. He was glad for that. He didn’t want to blame her, but his anger was still too hot to consider anything else. He didn’t trust himself not to meet her gaze with something cruel.

Snipe was there, and All Might. Snipe was his usual mask of vagueness, having been all logic and consideration, but All Might, drained of energy for the moment, was tense. Hizashi could see the man’s knee jumping as his foot tapped anxiously, eyes on the empty field. All Might had been the only other hero at the USJ, the only other one to see those monsters drag Shouta away. He had been busy, of course, trying to defeat that monster with the bird head. All Might perhaps deserved some of his same blame as Thirteen, uncalled for as it was, but it felt harder to throw it at him. Unlike the rest, this was the first time Hizashi had seen him take a break since it’d all gone down. He must have been exhausted. Hizashi had never considered that a burden of guilt might be something the Symbol of Peace allowed himself to deal with so completely.

Hizashi didn’t realize he’d been gripping the microphone hard enough to hear the more fragile mechanisms straining. He released it quickly before accidentally breaking it, readjusted his hold, and took a breath.

“I want to hear you roar, listeners! You’re in for a spectacular showing of powerful quirks, entertaining games, and heroic hearts. I can’t wait to watch these future heroes go all out to show that they’re going to be the best of the best! How about you, part—“

Oh. Right.

The utter lack of a body. The missing glower of the disinterested eyes that struck him every minute with their quiet intensity. The subtle quirk of a reluctant smile to tail his silly quips, both of them fully aware that they were manufactured just for that reaction. Just to weasel that little smile out into the air.

Hizashi’s resolve began to shatter. He stumbled on through the introduction of Midnight and the classes. If the crowd hadn’t noticed before, some of them surely would now. His energy had dulled to a forced simmer, and every other sentence a word shook.

The students stood on the field now, a strange restlessness to them. A certain class exuded it most, and their seriousness was spreading through the rest.

Those kids.

He’d been avoiding them since it’d all gone down. Classes had only been ongoing for a few days, but in those few days he’d taken them into his care. Just for his one subject. Grammar, language, all that jazz. His notoriety with his radio show meant most of them knew who he was before they’d become his students, but they didn’t see him as anything more than that. He had memorized all their names, their quirks, some of the things about them that stood out the most.  Ojiro’s calm reasoning. Koda’s shy listening. Jiro’s sassy commentary. Kirishima’s supportive bolstering. Kaminari’s energetic laughter. Yaoyarozu’s infallible memory. Asui’s logical points. Sero’s easy demeanor. Tokoyami’s observant silence. Hagakure’s startling appearances. Mineta’s… distractions. Ashido’s friendly jabs. Todoroki’s burdened intensity. Shouji’s thoughtful questions. Aoyama's flamboyant poses. Sato's quiet presence. Bakugou’s explosive attitude, Midoriya’s studious eagerness, Iida’s diligent focus, Uraraka’s soft determination.

They barely knew one another. They wouldn’t have needed him as moral support. Nezu told him to use this sports fest to connect with them, find a grounding. Instead, he felt separated by miles. He could do nothing for them.

Right?

Shouta would have been frustrated with him for leaving it all to All Might and Nemuri.

They were a strong class. Even just a few days under their belt had shown them all that. He couldn’t see their faces at this distance, but he found his eyes drifting to them constantly. None of them spoke amongst themselves like some of the other classes did, unable to stand silently while amongst their friends. Class 1-A was focused.

Some of them were tense, some of them with their chins angled low, as though they were staring daggers into the field beneath their feet. A couple of the more withdrawn ones fumbled with their hands before them. But they all stood together, shouldering the burden just like he did.

Maybe it wasn’t the same… but it was just as heavy. Nezu had been right. They had just been shown a nasty reality of the future they’d chosen for themselves. It hit fast. It hit hard. And just like in the real world they were expected to move on. They were still here because they were doing what Shouta would do. For them, this was a lot more than just some sports festival, some competition.

Fuel the fire.

The League of Villains, or whatever they called themselves, hadn’t just taken his husband away. They’d taken these kids’ hero away. Their shining example.

Their guide.

“THESE STUDENTS ARE GOING TO MAKE THEIR TEACHER PROUD!”

The words burst into the microphone without his realizing it, the windows around him jittering in their tracks, and a hairline fracture split one of them in half just before his face.

His hands had slammed down on the console in front of him, but it hadn’t been a loud enough impact to drown his words out.

“THEY’RE GOING TO MAKE VILLAINS TREMBLE IN THEIR PATHETIC SHOES KNOWING THAT THEIR TIME IS RUNNING OUT! SO LET’S MAKE SURE THEY HEAR IT ALL ACROSS THE WORLD!”

Uncaring of anything but the entertainment set before them, the crowd surged louder than ever. Midnight’s shoulders tensed somewhat, and she finally turned her eyes worriedly up in his direction. Some of the students followed her example of their own accord.

No one else noticed the change in their umpire, too consumed by the energy flowing around them.

Hizashi sagged backwards into his chair suddenly, everything wrung from him in that moment. It was rushing up on him with an intensity he could sense a mile away. Panic. He had the wherewithal to slap the mic switch to off before the sobs started in earnest.

Outside of the box, the sports fest carried on. He faded in and out of focus, scarcely noticing Midnight’s voice as she smoothly stepped in where he had weakly slipped out.

Thank god for Nemuri Kayama.

#Yabureme Comic #nomu aizawa #present mic #Hizashi Yamada #boku no hero academia #I'm so nervous posting this LMAO I have never actually posted legit fic content before #like in writing #I'm definitely going to start posting this on ao3 when I get to make an account #for now uhhh enjoy?? #there are images within the text #Yabureme Aizawa AU

[sardonic-the-writer]

hey bestie love ur writing so much ! <3

I was wondering if you could do some demon!shane being protective over ryan and reader? perhaps with some hurt/comfort thrown in there? I'd love to read it! thanks for writing amazing content, cant wait to read more! <3

I got so happy seeing this request!!! I love the prospect of Shane as a big goofball that also happens to be demonic <3

Edit: this got longer than I was expecting dbsnf

It was ready to kill again.

The spirit had grown restless, almost chaotically so, upon sensing soft foot falls entering its domain. Their bubbly auras pierced through the fog of the afterlife. Opening way to the living world that the evil entity hadn't had access to in a while. For the longest time, the only memory it had of anything beyond white mist was murdering two people while being begged to stop. A mother and father perhaps? It's mother and father?

But oh if that familiar feeling, the rush to commit such unspeakable acts. If it wasn't the most alive feeling it had ever had since—well—dying. People didn't come around often. And if they did, it was only to rest just on the outskirts of the abandoned farmhouse infamous for its double murder. So close but always out of reach. And now? To be rewarded with a hoard of brightly shining people ready for what looked like a long stay?

The spirit could hardly keep itself from phasing right through the floor.

The brightest colors of the group were three people; the radiant of them being a powerful white and purple. They had both been the ones to enter the premises first, followed by people with strange looking metal boxes the violent ghost felt an urge to avoid.

Joy and fear flowed through their pale figure upon getting anywhere near the purple one, the man it emitted from conveying these exact emotions with a nervous tirade of laughter. The ghost cared not for the physical appearance of him, only ever acknowledging them to grow envious at its own lack of one.

Fast paced words flowed from the white one that walked next to the purple man. Words it couldn't understand and certainly didn't care to.

Their color felt more relaxed; excited to be there almost. Expecting. A certain buzzy feeling had jittered the dead spirit with the other one, but those vibrations had dissapeared upon floating closer to the other. It would have frowned if it remembered how to.

Reaching a white wispy claw out, it went to puncture the aura. To make their soul bleed and leak from a place outside the living world. Just as it had once allowed its own family to.

A finger tip had barely touched the bright white light before it felt its very existence start to burn abd writhe with a passion only next to the very fires of hell itself. Like every cell in their form had contorted into the most painful position ever imaginable.

No matter how much it wanted to open its maw and let out a howl worthy of bringing even the bravest men to tears, it couldn't. All it could do was barely make out the boom of a voice resonating in its thoughts. Accompanied by the redest of red lights burning its retinas away into dust.

"Be gone."

And it listened.

"Jesus! Did you feel that (Y/n)? I just got really hot all of a sudden." A voice shrieked, the sound of something dropping before being swooped back up again.

"Nah you still look pretty ugly to me." Someone responded to them with a snicker.

"Shut the fuck up. And you know what I meant!" Ryan hissed.

His eyes were blown wide, looking around frantically while whispering at the cameraman if they got that. (Y/n) was just staring at him with an amused smile, laughing.

Both of them were sporting matching jackets with patches of a logo with a ghost on the side. A bright orange beanie covered some raven curls on Ryan's head, a seperate one tucked in between the side and arm of (Y/n).

"Don't laugh! You can't tell me you didn't feel that!"

(Y/n) simply patted their companion on the shoulder, reassuring him with a teasing smile that they knew better to try and hide. All it got them in return was a punch in the shoulder and more frantic ramblings about spirits.

"Yeah yeah—Hey Shane! Get over here and help me calm down the scaredy cat!"

Ryan trailed off into a soft moment of playground level insults with his fellow ghost hunter. The both of them were so wrapped up in each other and their pitiful jabs at each other they didn't even notice the quiet figure that had since walked over to them.

"Help me out here buddy! Tell (Y/n) that—" But Ryan paused the moment he set eyes on Shane's face. "Woah. Hey what's wrong."

(Y/n) turned to look past their shoulder at Shane, immediately understanding what Ryan meant.

Shane's lips were downturned in such a powerful scowl it made his brows scrunch up. The pair of sun glasses he had been wearing at night for some bit were now no where to be seen, the ferocity of his gaze set on a wall behind (Y/n) and Ryan's heads. He looked like that weird saying. Who pissed in your cheerios or whatever it was. Sayings aside, something clearly was not okay with the tall man.

"Nothing." He mummbled, clearly lying. "Just don't like this place. Bad vibes."

"Right. Says you, the non beliver." Ryan laughed, but there was some concern behind it. He had never seen Shane get like this before. It was new to say the least. He wasn't even this grumpy after using the spirit box.

Shane sighed. "Look. I just—I just don't think we should stay here longer than normal. I'm not feeling like it tonight." He rubbed a hand down his face. (Y/n) noted that he didn't seem tired. Quite the opposite. Just, pissed.

"I get that." They nodded quickly. "If you'd like we could go back and film the rest of this tomorrow or something and fix it in editing. We've done it before a couple times. And hey, at least now we don't have to let anyone know we're gonna be a day late filming. We own the company after all."

Shane hesitantly nodded, agreeing with the compromise. Ryan took that as a sign to start helping the camera crew lug equipment out of there. (Y/n) wasn't too far behind with a smack on the back and enough positive energy to go around.

But Shane lingered, hands clenching and un-clentching in what might've seemed an anxious move to the untrained eye. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the shuffling of his friends feet anymore that he broke the facade.

"Stay the hell away from them." He frowned deeply, dark leathery wings elongating to their full span. It appeared that he spoke to nothing but air, but the demon knew better. "Or I'll personally make sure you bastards end up in the worst circle of hell."

"Hey! Grumpy pants! You coming?" (Y/n)'s voice resonated through the hallways of the structure, reminding Shane he had somewhere else to be. His horns and red eyes quickly dismissed in favor of his typical appearance. One he quite enjoyed.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!"

With one last flip of his middle finger and a gloating smile, Shane turned to jog off in the direction of his friends, happy they wouldn't be messed with for a while.

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[heliads]

In the Future

Based on this request: "A oneshot for Jojo with a marriage pact, like if we're both single by the time we're (age) we'll get married"

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It is late by the time you finally manage to make it to the fire escape. Third floor of the Manhattan newsies’ lodging house, on the side facing the west, two windows down. Same one as always. Same boy as always waiting for you there, too.

You have enough time to flash him an apologetic smile as you slide into a seat next to him. Jojo has been many things at many different times– insufferable, quick to a temper, prone to flights of fancy– but forever your best friend. That’s why you know enough to expect forgiveness for your tardy arrival even before he opens his mouth to speak.

Jojo’s still going to give you a hard time, at least for a minute or two. That’s just what he does. That’s what the two of you do, what you have done since the moment you met in this very same lodging house and what you’ll probably keep doing until one of you gets stuck in the Refuge for good or manages to move out of this city.

He arches a brow. “Y/N, do you know what time it is?” He asks it casually enough, but you can tell from the sarcastic glint in his eyes that Jojo isn’t just posing this question for fun.

“Half past six,” you admit begrudgingly.

Jojo’s eyes widen comically. “Is that so? Crazy. I thought we agreed to meet at half past five. You know, like we do every single day.”

You groan. “Oh, lay off already. I was busy.”

Usually, you’re as carefree as could be after work lets out, just like any other newsie worth his coin. Today, however, your tone is a little strained, your face a little exhausted. You try to hide it, but you should have known that you wouldn’t have that much luck.

Jojo leans forward. “What’s wrong?”

Straight to the point, just like always. You do your best to push off the inevitable for the time being, even if you have a feeling this tactic of distraction won’t work out. “Nothing. I’m great. Say, did you see Race? I think he said he stole a fresh box of cigars, maybe we should investigate–”

Jojo cuts you off with a sharp look. “You’se hiding something. Don’t think I don’t see it. Can you cut to the chase and tell me already?”

You shrug, the picture of innocence. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just a normal person behaving normally.”

Jojo sighs exasperatedly. “Y/N.”

“Jojo,” you repeat back, just as deadpan, “okay, fine. It’s just the job, that’s all. A pair of newlyweds had the brilliant idea to use newspapers as confetti for their wedding today, seeing as it’s a cheap source of paper. I was delivering the papes to them this afternoon.”

“That doesn’t seem too bad,” Jojo says cautiously.

You nod. “Yeah, and it shouldn’t have been bad, but something about seeing everyone together at the chapel, so happy, it reminds me that I’m never going to get something like that. I’m not stupid, Jojo. I know my prospects or whatever aren’t the brightest. I don’t have a dowry, I don’t have parents who are going to pay me through a nice ceremony. It just sucked watching those people be so successful when I know that’s never going to be me.”

Jojo frowns. “I know what you mean. We doesn’t have enough money to be that carefree.”

The two of you sit in saddened silence for a while before Jojo’s eyes light up again. “Wait a minute,” he declares, “I have an idea. A really good one, in fact.”

You grin. “What kind of good idea?”

Jojo stands, starting to pace back and forth across the narrow fire escape. You tuck your legs up to your chest so you’re out of his way.

“Hear me out,” he says slowly, “what if we get married? Not now, of course. Just, you know, if nothing happens. We can get tax benefits and all that stuff Katherine keeps talking about in her articles. If we’se both on our lonesome by the time we’re older, we get married. Easy as that.”

You think you might be hallucinating. “Jojo,” you murmur faintly, “you can’t actually be serious about this. Us. Getting married.”

“Yeah,” he answers, “And? It would work out. Just as a last ditch answer, obviously. I’m not, uh, doing it for any other reason. And it wouldn’t be for a very long time. Maybe you’d be on your deathbed or something.”

You snort. “I’m not getting married if I’m minutes from death.”

Jojo shrugs. “Then we do it earlier. What do you say?”

You stare at him in vague bewilderment until it dawns on you that this isn’t the worst idea, all things considered. You can only be a newsie so long, you can’t only live in the lodging house forever. At least renting some shoddy place in ‘Hattan would be easier if you had a lawfully wedded husband and all that nonsense.

At last, you swallow back your laughter and reach out your hand in mock solemnity. “Alright, then. We’re getting married at some point in the future.”

Jojo’s grin is as bright as any you’ve ever seen, and he shakes your hand with equal gravity. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

You’re not sure what to expect in the aftermath of that particular conversation. Jojo asserted that the wedding would only happen in the distant future, but it would still definitely be happening, and that’s really more than you expected in the first place. Would he act as if nothing changed, or either better or worse, like everything had changed?

At first, it seemed as if life would be normal. You go to work, you sell your papes, you talk with Jojo late into the evening just like any other day. It takes about a week or so before you start noticing the small differences in Jojo’s usual character, changes that most certainly only began to occur after that agreement happened.

The first sign comes on a Tuesday morning. You’re in line to get your papers to start the day, idly chatting to a few of your friends, when you realize that something is off.

Albert has his arm around your shoulder, complaining about how Race nearly decked him for no reason the other day just because he tried to sell at Sheepshead. When the redhead takes a breath, you whisper something to him, careful to ensure that no one else can overhear you.

“Is it just me, or is Jojo staring at us?”

Albert takes a surreptitious glance around, then nods. “No, you’re definitely right.”

Across the square, Jojo has his arms folded across his chest. He’s glaring at you and Albert, practically radiating fury. The only problem is that you have absolutely no idea why your friend is upset.

“Neither of us did anything to upset him, right?” You ask cautiously.

Albert shakes his head. “Last I checked, yeah. Maybe someone’s framed us.”

You chuckle at that. “Makes enough sense to me.”

The two of you have reached the front of the line, and Albert disengages his arm so you can go ahead and pay for your papers. You wave goodbye to Jojo when you pass him on your way out, and, funnily enough, the other boy looks far happier the second Albert is no longer within your line of sight.

A similar thing happened two days later. This time, you’re out selling papers in the streets of Manhattan, hawking your best (often false) headlines in the hopes of turning a profit. Buttons is right by your side, your selling partner since the very beginning.

This time, Buttons is the one to notice first. He taps you on the shoulder as you come back from selling a pape. “Why is Jojo looking at me like he wishes I was dead?”

You turn around, following the boy’s line of sight around a neighboring street corner. Jojo had been lingering by a streetlight, and although he quickly ducks into a shop to avoid detection, you’ve already seen him. More specifically, you saw the cold stare he was directing towards Buttons, the exact same look he’d been giving Albert the other day.

You shrug. “I have absolutely no idea. Let me guess, you haven’t done anything to upset him?”

“Yeah,” says Buttons, “he was talking to me like nothing happened this morning. Weird.”

“Weird indeed,” you agree.

By the third instance of this different attitude, you’re starting to get annoyed. It's been a week since the first time you noticed Jojo acting oddly. You’re in the lodging house after managing to sell all of your papers. Jojo walks in while you’re laughing over the day’s exploits with a group of friends. Usually, he’d stop to talk to you, but this time he walks straight by as if he doesn’t see anyone there. He gives you a polite wave, but nothing else.

Had it happened any earlier, you probably would have just brushed it off as the result of a hard day, but this time you’re mad. Jojo is treating you weirdly and you’re sick of it. You bid a quick goodbye to your friends and walk quickly after him.

Jojo looks surprised when you follow him into an empty hallway, but you’re not letting anything come in between you and some answers.

“What is this about?” You ask pointedly.

Jojo does his best to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”

You fold your arms across your chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting oddly for days now. Did you know that some of our friends have started asking if they did something wrong? You’re treating them like they’re monsters and they have no idea why. Neither do I, for that matter.”

Jojo flushes and looks away. “That’s not– I’m not mad at them.”

“Then why are you behaving like this?” You question him.

His gaze snaps back to you. “Because they’re getting too close to you. I mean, you saw Albert that day, he had his arm around you and everything. Maybe I just don’t like that.”

You scoff. “I’m allowed to talk to my friends, Jojo. Last time I checked, we’re not getting married for another decade or two.”

“Don’t bring up that agreement,” he says heatedly, “that was for me. A last resort if I couldn’t tell you how I felt. If all else failed, that would work. I don’t know why I bothered, though, because you clearly seem way more interested in every other boy here.”

You stare at him. “Wait, you were going to tell me how you felt?”

Jojo looks unhappy, but it’s not as if he can get out of this now. “I like you,” he says simply, “I thought you already knew, but there. I do. Problem is, you don’t feel the same way.”

“Well,” you reply slowly, “who ever said anything about that?”

Now it’s his turn to be in shock. “What?”

You lift a shoulder. “Don’t be that surprised. I mean, come on, I spend way more time with you than anyone else. Surely you noticed that.”

“I’m noticing it now,” Jojo excuses himself.

You laugh. He’s certainly got all the time in the world to think about it now. You’re happy, he’s happy, and nothing could possibly be better.

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[murraybaumanz]

PLAYER, THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS TOP SECRET AND NOT TO BE SHARED WITH ANY PLAYERS IC OR OOC FOR THE NEXT WEEK! YOUR CHARACTER, HOWEVER, MAY ALLUDE TO WHAT THEY ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE. FOR THE NEXT WEEK, THEY MAY EXPERIENCE INCREASED PARANOIA, EXTREME MISTRUST, FLASHBACKS, NIGHTMARES, SORE THROAT, AND RESTLESSNESS. WELCOME HOME!

Let’s face it, you’re a smart guy. One of Hawkins best and brightest! Because of that, you seldom give out your address. Even clients just get the P.O Box. The only person who used to send you packages was Joyce, so when you see one on your doorstep, naturally you’re curious. Was it something from Joyce? For once, you were willing to set aside your suspicions in the name of your dearest friend. You unlock your several locks and deadbolts and peek your head out into the night. This deep in the forest, all you can hear are the cries of insects, and a couple of hooting owls. Clearly the package had been sitting in there. Carefully, you bring it inside, so enraptured with the prospect of it being from Joyce, you forget to lock your door when you take it back in. You tear open the package only to find something much more sinister, a pristine lab coat clearly embroidered with Hawkins Lab, a mock up pamphlet of “provided services”, and finally a file of documents with the Hawkins Lab stamp that had Bauman, Murray scrawled on the tab. 

#his paranoia >>> #no wonder he was in such a bad mood! #night one: before the funeral

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊,  like  a  human-sized coffin  made  out  of  cold,  rusted  metal.  there  are  no  windows  to  be  found  here.  no  place  to  walk,  to  lay,  or  even  stand  as  the  deafening  silence  slowly  crushes  what  little  remains  of  your  sanity.  most  patients  can’t  last  even  a  month  in  here,  trapped  in  a  tiny  metal  box  with  perpetually  bound  arms  &  legs,  just  so  terribly  broken  up  &  starved  that  their  bodies  can  be  mistaken  for  cadavers....  only  for  the  doctors  to  spray  them  with  ice  cold  water  or  drag  away  for  yet  another  ‘  treatment.  ‘   well,

           envy  has  been  here  for  years.

the  ‘  new  eden  ‘   sanatorium  became  kind  of  a  limbo  to  him.  a  place  in  which  he  lives  to  endure  &  suffer,  only  to  be  thrown  right  back  into  the  very  same  cubicle.  indeed,  he  always  had  this  absurd  misfortune  of  survival,  &  the  more  years  passed,  the  less  he  resisted,  becoming  almost  as  inhumane  as  the  very  place  itself.   after  all,  he  had  metaphorically  died  so  many  times....  

in  a  bathtub,  in  the  electric  chair,  on  the  operating  table,  &  even  in  the  arms  of  his  beloved  nurse  whose  blood  still  haunts  his  terribly  twisted  mind.  alas,  envy  came  to  rather  welcome  the  prospect  of   ‘  death,  ‘   &  perhaps,  just  maybe,  this  is  also  why  he  didn’t  draw  back  when  the  steel  door  suddenly  swung  open  &  revealed  a  light;   a  ghostly  figure  of  young  woman  with  skin  as  white  as  the  snow  &  most  piercing  blue  eyes,  nigh,  ethereal.   ❝  . . . . . .  ❞    it’s  impossible  not  to  stare.  she  is  the  brightest  thing  his  cold  dead  eyes  have  seen  in  years.  oh,  if  only  he  wasn’t  bound....  if  only.... 

#here we go ~! i hope this scenario is okay. #the ' new eden ' sanatorium is where envy stayed for many years #before eventually making his escape #🔪 ❝ ᴳᵒᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᶫᶦᵛᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓪𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓶’ }}

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Shadows of History: Navigating 9th Century Baghdad in Assassin's Creed Mirage

Introduction

Prepare to be transported to a realm of intrigue and mystique as Ubisoft’s upcoming release, Assassin’s Creed Mirage, takes players on a captivating journey to 9th Century Baghdad. With its origins narrative of the enigmatic character Basim, this installment hearkens back to the series’ roots, embracing stealth, parkour, and acrobatic assassinations reminiscent of the beloved Altaïr and Ezio adventures. In this blog post, we delve into the key details and features that make Assassin’s Creed Mirage one of the most eagerly anticipated games of 2023.

A Return to Roots: The Essence of Mirage

As the franchise evolves, Mirage steps back from the sprawling open-worlds of its recent predecessors, Valhalla and Odyssey, and opts for a more intimate and focused gameplay experience. This back-to-basics approach is embodied in the re-emphasis on social stealth, parkour, and agile assassinations — elements that defined the early days of the series. Players can expect a return to the core mechanics that made Assassin’s Creed a household name among gamers.

Release Date and Platforms

Assassin’s Creed Mirage is poised to grace gamers’ screens on October 5, 2023 — a week earlier than its original release date. This change means that players will be diving into Basim’s story ahead of schedule, an exciting prospect for eager fans. The game will be available on PS5, PS4, Xbox Series X, and Xbox One. Additionally, PC gamers can experience the magic via the Ubisoft Store and Epic Games Store.

Editions for Every Fan

When Mirage arrives, players will have three editions to choose from:

Standard Edition: Priced at AED 199, offering the core experience.

Deluxe Edition: Available for AED 249, including DLC inspired by Prince of Persia, adding extra depth to the game.

Collector’s Case: For avid fans, the AED 699 Collector’s Case features a 32cm Basim figurine, a map of Baghdad, an exclusive steel book, and more.

Pre-ordering the game secures exclusive access to the ’40 Thieves’ side quest, providing an extra layer of excitement for those eager to jump into the world of Mirage.

The Miraculous Setting: 9th Century Baghdad

The historical backdrop of Mirage is 9th Century Baghdad, a time when the city was a hub of knowledge, art, innovation, and commerce. This setting, situated a few decades prior to the events of Assassin’s Creed Valhalla, offers players the chance to experience the evolution of Basim as an assassin against the rich tapestry of the Golden Age.

Mirage’s Scale and Gameplay

The game’s design embraces a more contained approach compared to its expansive predecessors. The city of Baghdad is divided into four unique districts, each intricately designed to provide a bustling and immersive environment. Ubisoft’s meticulous attention to detail ensures that every move and choice players make in the city has a tangible impact on their surroundings.

Stealth, Parkour, and Assassinations: The Core Gameplay

Mirage shines brightest in its focus on core gameplay mechanics that defined the earlier entries in the series:

Stealth: Ubisoft has reworked detection systems, granting players more control and granularity when approaching targets.

Parkour: Traversal through the city is a thrilling experience, with enhanced agility and new parkour moves like the pole vault for tackling obstacles.

Assassinations: Mirage introduces the concept of ‘Black Box missions’, allowing players to plan and execute assassinations creatively. Upgradable Assassin Tools and new assassination animations are at your disposal.

Narrative and Character Development

The storyline of Mirage offers a more linear experience, reminiscent of the original Assassin’s Creed games. Basim’s transformation from a young street thief to a Master Assassin is at the heart of this narrative, offering players insight into The Hidden Ones, the ancient organization founded by Aya and Bayek.

Conclusion

Assassin’s Creed Mirage is a masterful blend of history, myth, and innovative gameplay mechanics. As players step into the shoes of Basim and navigate the intricate world of 9th Century Baghdad, they will rediscover the essence that made the franchise a sensation. With a release date moved forward, a captivating setting, and a focus on core gameplay, Mirage promises to deliver an immersive experience that will leave a lasting mark on the Assassin’s Creed legacy.

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Nurture your Career in Computer Science Engineering with B. Tech CSE

The high dependency on digital channels has raised the need for computer science experts and this field is probably the brightest spot in job portals.

Great advancements in technology have revealed new arenas in this field and many multinational companies have created unreal job offers for Computer Science Engineers. As specialized knowledge is quite crucial in this platform, aspiring individuals must attain UG and PG degrees from reputed colleges.

Growth Prospects

As per the data revealed by the U.S. Department of Labor Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), the estimated growth of the computer science engineering field would be increased by 13% from 2016-to 2026 which is more than the average growth rate of all other jobs.

The employment rate for Computer Science Engineering Graduates has been raised to 50% since 2014.

More than 61% of Computer Science Graduates are employed full time in their field.

Required Skills

Building a career in Computer Science Engineering needs some unique and out of the box competencies that distinguish the aspirants from others. Other than creative thinking and learning ability, candidates must also possess some relevant technical as well as programming skills to fit in this career option and these are listed below -

Great programming skills

Ability to solve job-related intricacies

The basic idea of web development

Critical thinking and analytical skills

Knowledge of security, cryptography and vulnerabilities

Awareness of Machine Learning

Skills related to data structures and algorithms

Potential to adapt job-related technicalities

Specializations in CSE

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Database systems

Robotics

Computer architecture and organization

Electronics

Networking

Operating systems

Foundations of Computer Systems

E-Commerce & ERP and Multimedia Applications

Java Programming and Website Design

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Cloud Computing and Virtualization allows the users to keep the information safely in cloud memory and enjoy accessing data through internet.

Industrial Internet of Things deals with network of things that helps the users to transfer data from one system to another through various tools and technologies

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B Tech Placements - Top Recruiters

B Tech Graduates from recognized institutes get great placements from below given recruiters -

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Google

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Facebook

HCL Technologies

Hewlett and Packard

Paytm

Cisco

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Salary Aspects

Computer Science Engineers can expect decent salary packages in both the private and government sector. The IT industry is the highest paying sector followed by other private and government sectors.

In India, the annual package of fresher passed out from average engineering is Rs 2 lakhs to 3 lakhs while abroad, engineers can expect a salary in six figures. Professionals that have gained an experience of 2 years can turn their annual salary packages into double.

For highly experienced and efficient engineers, salary is not a bar.

A career in Computer Science Engineering seems quite enticing but requires strenuous efforts and hard technical skills.

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 16: Heartstrings

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, fluff

WC: 7.3k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, teenage heartbreak :(, two bumbling fools that are emotionally constipated, I think that’s it

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

Previous > Next

6 years ago:

"Mina, I'm so nervous!"

Mina laughs lightly at the way you bounce up and down on your bed, "It'll be fine, ____! He'll totally like you back, girl don't even worry about it!"

You let out a nervous giggle as you jump off your bed and run to your closet, "What should I wear?" 

"____, you literally have a school uniform," Mina laughs again. 

You turn and pout at her, "Heyy, I know that! I was asking which one I should wear, the burgundy socks or the white ones? Tie or no tie? Blazer or no blazer? Long-sleeved or short?"

Mina shakes her head in amusement, "You're cute and he'll think so no matter what you wear," She rubs her chin in thought, "But definitely the white socks, the burgundy tie with the grey sweater vest instead of the blazer, and long sleeves."

You do a little dancy dance of excitement before grabbing the decided clothes out of your closet and hurrying to pull them on. Mina is already dressed in her uniform, waiting patiently as she sits on your bed. 

When you're all ready to go, you grab the little box on your bedside table and run out of your room, causing Mina to stumble after you. 

_______

By the time lunch rolls around, you're buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting to see him. 

Not to mention being able to finally tell him how you feel. 

Mina is by your side the whole way to your locker as you grab the little box out. 

She nudges your shoulder as you two walk to the cafeteria, "You can do this, ____."

You nod, your tummy all in knots to the point that you're not sure if you'll even be able to eat. 

Despite that, you finish everything on your tray while your legs bounce in anticipation. 

Once you two make your way outside to the field, you are trying your hardest not to hightail it back inside. Mina holds your arm though, preventing you from doing so. 

"You can't back out now, babe."

Mina's words terrify you but you know she's telling the truth, you can't just go on without at least trying. 

A bunch of kids are milling around outside, some of the boys showing off to the girls as they size how tall they are compared to each other.

Then you see him, in all his glory. 

He's standing in the field with a few other boys from his class, chatting. 

His dark blonde hair glistens in the sunlight as he laughs at something one of his friends said. 

You feel your heart leap to your throat and you freeze, "I- I can't..."

"____," Mina turns to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, "I am not about to let you give up now, not right before you do it! Just go over there. If you can't speak, then just hand it to him, simple as that. He'll understand when he opens it anyway."

You nod stiffly, "What about his friends?" Your voice shakes, "I'm scared to do it in front of them."

Mina nods, "I got this." 

You're about to protest but she's gone, already marching her way over to them. 

You watch in embarrassment as Mina taps one of the boys on the shoulder. He turns and smiles when he sees her. Mina is gorgeous, of course he'd smile when she spoke to him. 

You're really her only friend, as she is yours, but the boys are constantly swarming around her nonetheless. 

You start to feel self-conscious when you see the boy making your heart thump heavily look at Mina and smile brightly. 

Shoot, what if he likes her?

You can't compare to her. 

Besides, she's your best friend, you'd give him up for her if she wanted him.

You'd do anything for her. 

You snap out of it when you see Mina leading the two boys that were with him away, then she gestures at you behind her back. 

You force your feet to move as you hurry over to him before he moves on to talk with someone else. 

Just as he's turning, you're coming up. 

He almost bumps into you, a surprised gasp slipping from his lips as he notices you. 

"Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there."

You smile crookedly, "It's- It's fine!" You squeak out. 

His smile widens as he looks at you, "You're ____, right? Tenth grade?" 

You nod like a darn bobblehead, your words suddenly stuck in your throat. 

He's so handsome. 

And cute. 

And sweet. 

And thoughtful.

And-

"I'm Jimin," He reaches a hand out to you, "It's nice to officially meet you."

You take his hand, letting him shake it as his bright smile continues to beam. 

"I know, um," You need to get it together, "You're in eleventh."

He nods, "Yes, only one and a half years left of these ridiculous uniforms," He chuckles. 

You nod stupidly, "Uh, yeah," A nervous laugh slips from your mouth.

Just do it, rip it off like a band-aid.

"I uh- I have something for you."

He looks at you with curiosity, his pretty eyes glancing down to the box in your hands. 

Then his smile fades. 

Your heart stops in your chest when you see the look of recognition on his face. 

He's been confessed to before, of course he has. 

Your shoulders slump. 

You just want the ground to open up and swallow you. 

He looks back up at you and gives you a gentle smile. 

The smile of rejection. 

"____, you're really sweet-"

Oh, no. 

"I would say yes in a heartbeat, really. You're different from the other girls here, you care about people, I can tell. I've seen it-"

"But?" Your voice comes out as a whisper.

His smile turns sad, "But there's a girl I like already. I'm sorry, ____."

It feels like someone just tore out your heart and stomped it into the ground. 

You don't say anything. 

You can't. 

It hurts too much. 

You just open the box and pull out the note, tucking it into your palm before closing the box again and handing it to him. 

Jimin takes it reluctantly, still watching you carefully, his eyes sad and regretful.

"____-"

"I hope you like the cookies," You smile at him, finally meeting his eyes, "Just think of it as a friendship gift, nothing more."

Jimin nods, still looking guilty as hell. 

"I hope it works out for you Jimin, I really do."

"Thank you, ____."

Then you turn and walk away, pieces of your heart falling behind you with each step you take. 

A minute later you hear Mina calling to you, but you don't stop. 

You hurry inside and to the locker rooms. 

You're hiding in a stall when you hear the door to the girls' locker room open and Mina's voice call out, "____, are you in here?"

You don't answer and a moment later the door shuts, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You curl up, pulling your knees to your chest as the tears finally come.

You wish you could just disappear. 

The thought that you need to see him the rest of this school year and the next before he leaves is sickening. 

Your heart has never hurt more than it does now, it feels like a bunch of swords are impaling it over and over again. 

Fourth grade. 

You had liked him since you were in fourth grade, he was in sixth. 

It was the day that you had tripped and spilled your lunch tray all over yourself. 

This angel had appeared, pulling you to your feet with the brightest smile you'd ever seen. He had taken you to get another uniform in the office and even got you another tray of food. 

He only ever said hello in passing after that, but you were infatuated. 

You thought you had loved him. 

Another sob cuts through the silence in the locker room as you realize you don't want it anymore.

You hope you never fall for anyone again. 

Love is just a terrible joke, made to hurt the weakest, the ones that fall for it.

________________

"____?" 

The handsome man standing before you makes your heart lurch.

What kind of joke is this?

You take a step back and clear your throat, "P-P-Park J-Jimin?"

His smile returns as he lets out a small laugh of disbelief, "You remember me?"

You nod reluctantly. 

Jimin looks into your eyes just like he did that one day in elementary school, an angel appearing out of nowhere to save you. 

"But, how?" He asks, clearly bewildered, "After the accident, you never..."

You suddenly realize you're standing there like an idiot, so you open the door wider and gesture for him to come in. 

He walks in and sets the pizza you ordered on your kitchen table. 

"D-Do you have t-t-time to talk?" You ask bravely. 

Jimin nods, "Of course."

You two end up on the couch, an awkward silence falling around you. 

You can't look him in the eyes because every time you do, he's just staring at you like you're the lost puppy he'd been looking for for years. 

"It's been so long," Jimin says quietly, "It's been like six years since we actually spoke."

You nod, "The d-d-day you rejected me." 

When you look up at him he looks heartbroken, so you give him a small smile, "I'm j-just giving you a hard t-t-time."

Jimin nods sadly, "I'm so confused. I just- I thought you had forgotten me after you were in the hospital..."

You say nothing so he continues, "No, you did. You did forget about me, I tried talking to you and-"

"I know," You whisper, "I'm s-s-sorry Jimin, but I lied."

That makes him freeze.

"You and M-Mina were the only two I r-r-really remembered."

It's silent for a minute, then he whispers, hurt, "But why?"

You look back at him, "It h-h-hurt too much to talk to y-you. I'm sorry."

Jimin nods sadly, "Don't apologize, I understand. But, how did you remember me?"

You laugh, embarrassed, "I had k-kind of been in l-l-love with you since elementary s-school."

Jimin's eyes bulge out of his head, "What?"

"Yeah, since w-we met. After you had h-h-helped me clean the mess I made." Jimin looks lost for a minute, then his eyes light up with recognition, "Oh! Oh, really?"

You nod, another laugh slipping out. 

"So, you didn't lose your memory of me...because you still had your memories from elementary school?"

Another nod.

"But then, how did you remember me rejecting you?" The words taste bitter in his mouth.

You shrug, "I don't know, I j-j-just did. A few th-things came b-back to me after leaving the h-hospital."

"I'm sorry that had to be one of them," Jimin whispers. 

"It's o-okay, you had n-no obligation to like me b-back," You take a deep breath, already feeling better after getting that off your chest, "Whatever h-happened to the girl y-y-you had liked? Did you a-ask her out?" 

Jimin nods with a sad smile, "Yeah."

"A-And?"

"We dated until college...then I found out she cheated on me and we broke up."

Your heart breaks at that, "J-Jimin, I'm so-sorry."

"Don't be, it was for the best."

You sit in more silence for a bit, but this time it feels more comfortable. 

Then Jimin speaks up again, "So what are you up to these days, ____? Any special man in your life?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you jokingly. 

You laugh, "I am a k-k-kindergarten t-teacher."

Jimin's eyes light up, "Really? Congratulations, ____. You seriously deserve it."

"Th-Thank you. And w-what about you?"

Jimin sighs and gestures at his outfit, "Clearly I'm not as successful as you," You laugh and shake your head as he continues, "I'm just working this delivery job until I get my foot in the door for some journalist positions."

Your eyes grow wide, "R-Really?"

He nods, "I've always wanted to be a reporter, a journalist, something like that. It's a lot harder than it looks though."

You nod, "W-Well I'm rooting for y-you."

"Thank you," He smiles warmly at you, "You were always the sweetest."

You blush at that and Jimin continues, "You never answered my previous question," He squints at you playfully as he points at you, "Any special guys?"

You're about to shake your head, then Jungkook pops into your brain. 

His dark eyes penetrating your thoughts, his rosebud lips sneaking into your mind. 

Jimin sees you hesitate and a knowing smile grows on his face, "Ah-ha! There is someone!"

You look at him, blushing profusely, "Th-There isn't-"

"Liar!" Jimin cackles, clapping his hands, "You are so in love!"

His words startle you, "I'm n-not! It isn't l-like that."

Jimin wipes at the gleeful tears in his eyes as he leans closer to you, inspecting your face carefully. 

"I know that look, ____. You're smitten."

You splutter, "I-I-I am n-not smitten!"

Jimin smirks at you and you fight the urge to smack him.

Then he glances around your living room, "It's beautiful in here, did you decorate it yourself?"

You nod proudly, glad he's changed the subject. 

You two make small talk for a few more minutes, just catching up on life. 

Then Jimin looks at his watch, "Shit, I gotta go. Bossman will be livid with me for taking so long," He stands up and you follow him to the door. 

"Thanks for having me, ____. It was wonderful to catch up with you."

You smile brightly, "I'm s-s-so glad that we were able to m-meet again."

Jimin gives you one last smile as he walks out the door, but before you can close it, he turns around, "Do you..."

You raise an eyebrow in question. 

"Do you think we could meet up again sometime? Grab a coffee or something?"

You nod happily, "I w-w-would love that."

You end up exchanging numbers before he hurries on his way. 

Closing the door, a huge smile spreads on your face. 

Park Jimin. 

Your first love. 

Delivering a pizza to your door. 

Who would've thought?

After a moment to process, you start to giggle uncontrollably. 

What the heck just happened?

_____________

Jungkook is jogging up the stairs leading to your apartment when a pizza delivery guy comes down at the same time. 

He smiles at Jungkook and moves past him. 

Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook hurries to your door and knocks three times, waiting anxiously. 

The door opens rather quickly like you'd been standing there. 

"Ji- oh..."

Your eyes are wide as you stare at Jungkook.

He gives you a small smile, "Um, hi."

He sees you swallow thickly as you observe him, it takes you a minute to respond.

"H-Hi."

Jungkook bites his lip, not sure how to go about saying what he wants to say next. 

"W-What are y-you doing here?" You beat him to it. 

The way you say it makes his stomach turn a little. 

When he doesn't respond, you sigh and reach up to rub your tired eyes, "J-Jungkook..."

He wishes he could say something, anything. 

But it's like every single word he's ever known is suddenly gone out of his brain and he knows nothing. 

You look so sleepy, the events from the past week are probably weighing on you right now.

Jungkook thinks as his gaze drifts over your exhausted face, his heart pulling apart in his chest as Mina's story comes barreling back into his mind. 

After another beat of silence, Jungkook finally finds his voice and you decide to be honest with him at the same time. 

"____, will you go somewhere with me-"

"J-Jungkook I'm t-tired of th-this-"

You both shut up and look at the other. 

Jungkook's heart sinks in his chest at your words. 

Your own heart feels like someone is poking at it with a sharp stick. 

"What?" Jungkook whispers.

You cover your face with your hands, "I- I j-just..."

"Can I come in? Please?" Jungkook asks hopefully, wanting to correct things before shit hits the fan.

You nod and open the door wider for him to slip inside. 

He immediately notices the pizza box on the table and his mind wanders back to the guy passing him earlier. He lets it go as he stands there, waiting for you to shut the door. 

You do, then you walk over to the couch and plop down, curling your legs up and tucking them near you as you grab a pillow and hold it tightly to your chest.��

Jungkook takes a few very deep and very calming breaths before walking over to the couch to sit down. 

He needs to just keep breathing, or else he'll mess shit up again with his stupidity. 

You fidget quietly as Jungkook stares at the Barbie movies in the glass cabinet under the TV. He doesn't know why he can't seem to look away from them. 

"She just finds comfort in things like coloring, watching movies, eating sweets. Her brain was damaged, badly. But it's gotten so much better since then, she's made so much progress. She might act like a kid sometimes, but she isn't one and doesn’t think she is. ____ was innocent before and she's innocent now-"

Jungkook's breath hitches as he remembers Mina's words. 

"Did y-you speak t-to M-Mina?" 

Jungkook turns to you when you speak up quietly, noticing the way you won't even look at him. Your eyes are locked on the pillow in front of you as you pick at the loose threads. 

"Yeah," He mumbles back. 

You finally raise your eyes to his, "I- I think you sh-should leave."

Jungkook's heart stutters painfully. 

"____, I need to talk to you."

"A-About what?"

"I-..." What does he say? He needs to get you out of here, he's run out of time, "I know this sounds dumb, but would you go somewhere with me? Just for a little bit."

You just stare at him, your eyes reflecting a pain he's never seen in you before, even after he was horrible to you in the rain, even after his dumb ass forced you to go home and ruined your day. 

This pain is a first. 

He shifts his body towards you more, "____, what's going on? Are you oka-"

"No."

He freezes, his mind short-circuiting at your bitter response. 

"No, I'm n-not. I'm n-n-not okay."

You can see the way his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and it makes your heart race. 

You can't handle this. 

You don't like pain, you don't like it. 

You always run from it. 

Maybe you are just a child. 

More reason to put an end to this anyway. 

The insecurities swarming your head finally come out, in an angry huff of air, startling Jungkook when you stand up abruptly, still gripping the pillow. 

"I n-n-need you to leave."

Jungkook stands up too, his tall frame looming over you and making you look down at the ground.

"I can't," He mutters.

Your eyes trail up to his, anger burning in them. 

Why is life so unfair?

Why can't someone just like you, for you? 

Why does reality always have to come and bite you in the butt?

"Go to M-Mina," You seethe. 

Jungkook looks at you like you're crazy, his mind going in circles trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about.

"____, what?"

"You h-h-heard me," You swallow the lump in your throat. 

Curse this stupid stutter. 

You can't even tell someone something and be taken seriously. 

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, his confused gaze locked on your angered one. 

"Why would I want to go to her?"

You scoff, making Jungkook take a step back to observe you in disbelief. 

What happened to you?

Were you really that mad about him asking you for her number? He didn't need it because he liked that brat, he needed it because he needs to save you. 

But you don't know that. 

How could he expect you to?

"Just...get o-out," Your voice is thick with tears. 

Jungkook shakes his head again and takes a step towards you, his hand stretched out. 

But you step back, away from him. 

"Stop h-h-hurting me!" You suddenly raise your voice. It isn't anywhere near a yell but it shocks him enough. You never raise your voice...

"I'm sorry-"

You close your eyes and take a long breath as if to calm yourself down. 

"I kn-know you like M-Mina. Don't m-make me hurt anymore by h-having to let go while y-y-you're standing right in f-front of me!"

Jungkook steps forward and grabs your hand, but you don't open your eyes. 

You dare not look at him. 

Not ever again. 

Or you'll break. 

You love Mina more than anything, you'd do anything for her. 

That's why she was always pushing you away from Jungkook. 

She likes him. 

And of course, he likes her back.

The pain in your heart is causing your breath to shorten. 

If you look at him now, you won't have the strength to give him up for her. 

"____, I swear I don't like her-"

It isn't true.

"I just needed to ask her something!"

Stop trying to spare me the pain, just leave me alone. 

"____, please look at me," Jungkook pleads. 

No. 

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed tight. 

Jungkook sighs in exasperation, "I had to ask her about your accident!!"

At that, your watery eyes slowly open. 

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief when he sees your beautiful eyes land on him. 

Then you take your hand out of his and he feels his next breath stutter.

"What?" You whisper. 

The words get caught in his throat for a second before he's able to shove them out, "I had to ask her about Kihyun, and the accident...I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I swear ____, I don't like her like that. Hell, I don't like her at all! Not to mention she hates my guts!"

Your jaw clenches and Jungkook wants to just beg you to listen to him, to please not be mad and just listen to him. 

"I w-was in a c-c-car accident..."

Jungkook does a double-take at your words. 

"What d-d-d-does that have t-to do with you or Kihyun? How is th-that any of your business?!"

Jungkook just stares at you as your face turns red, "I w-want you to leave me alone p-please. Stop playing w-with my h-heart and running out on m-me."

Jungkook feels like he's about to explode. 

With anger, sadness, regret, and this weird protective stuffy feeling he gets when he's around you.

"I'm sorry-"

"And I f-forgave you."

He flinches at that. 

"But an empty a-apology means n-nothing, J-Jungkook."

"It-...It isn't empty. ____, I know I'm stupid, I'm a grade A idiot! A fucking moron! But I never meant to hurt you by running out, I just- I panicked..." He's fumbling over his words, not even understanding what he's trying to say at this moment. 

"W-Why would you g-go behind my back to t-talk about me?! Why not j-just come to me??"

"I didn't think you-"

"Didn't think I r-remembered it?"

Your voice is bitter, laced with hurt. 

Jungkook nods slowly. 

You scoff, "Y-You're right, I d-d-don't. I had to rely on M-Mina to tell me that m-my family died in a c-c-car crash and I w-was the only one that survived."

His chest hurts. 

"Did y-you want to m-make fun of m-me? Figure out exactly w-why I sp-sp-speak like a fr-freak? Why everyone t-t-treats me like a ch-child?"

Jungkook's brows furrow, "Why on earth would you ever think something like that?"

"B-Because I'm n-not like you, J-Jungkook. You c-could get any g-g-girl that you want, but I w-was stupid enough to th-think it would be-...never m-mind."

Jungkook's brain is racing, he has no idea what you're getting at. 

He doesn't understand what the hell girls are thinking or trying to say. 

He knows he's an idiot, he doesn't know how to fix that. 

But he needs to fix this. 

And quickly. 

He steps forward to grab your hands again, but this time you don't pull away, "____, I never meant to make you think I was using you to get to Mina if that's how you feel. I wasn't. I needed Mina to tell me because I was worried about you, I swear," His voice is firm. 

You look at him, unsure. 

Jungkook sighs, "I didn't go to you because I thought that you wouldn't remember, but more so because I didn't want to hurt you further if you did. I didn't want to stir up anything that you'd want to put away. I realize now that that was shitty of me to go behind your back, I should've come to you first, it was your story to tell. I'm sorry."

You blink, taken aback by how honest and sincere he seems right now. 

You'd been hurting from all the running away and ignoring you and all that he's been doing recently. 

This is the first time it feels like he's actually taking you seriously. 

You bring your eyes up to his, "I'm s-s-sorry for lashing o-out. I have f-f-feelings like every-yone else and I w-was hurt."

Jungkook nods, "It's okay, I'm sorry too." His deep brown eyes search yours carefully as you continue, "You c-c-can like Mina, I-I-I underst-stand. She's b-beautiful..."

Jungkook takes you by surprise when he starts to chuckle. You look at him curiously, "W-Why are you l-l-laughing?"

Jungkook gently lets go of your hands, making you miss the warmth of them instantly. 

He brings his hands up to run through his hair, "I can't believe you think I'd fall for Mina."

You scowl, "Why w-wouldn't you?"

Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, "She's not my type."

"Oh, y-yeah? What i-is your type then?" 

He looks at you and you make eye contact for a second before your gaze darts away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you for a moment longer. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jungkook says teasingly, noting that your cheeks turn pink as you shake your head in denial, "I d-d-don't care."

He laughs lightly and you feel your heart lift in your chest. 

A minute passes in silence as the two of you try to think of what to say next.

You're a bit embarrassed about your outburst, but you know he understands. 

You were valid in your feelings and he seems genuinely sorry for everything.

Jungkook's head is in a completely different place, trying to go about how to ask you to leave Seoul with him. 

This is ridiculous, you'll never agree.

You watch as Jungkook's eyes dart around the room as if he's trying to figure something out. 

"Y-You okay?" You ask, a bit worried. 

Jungkook looks up, his eyes finding yours. 

Just do it, Jeon. 

Don't be a wuss.

"Will you leave Seoul with me?"

He blurts it out, figuring he'll chicken out if he doesn't. 

Your eyes widen and you're shocked into silence for a good minute. 

When the initial shock leaves you, you blink a few times. 

Jungkook just stands there stupidly. 

"Um..."

He winces at your hesitation although it was inevitable. 

"...w-why?"

Damn it, he knew you'd ask, you'd be stupid not to. 

He needs to make something up, fast. 

"This- this seems like the worst timing possible... But I was...invited to uhm, to a thing, a thing in uhm, in Busan. It's like uh, a uh, a school reunion? Thing? Kind of? It's uh...."

Fuck he's a bumbling idiot. 

Before he can make a bigger fool out of himself, you burst into laughter. 

His chest feels lighter at the sound.

Well, at least he made you laugh...

You wipe at your eyes as you double over in laughter, a good contrast to what you were doing a little while ago, so he'll take it. 

Jungkook just stands there, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches you make fun of him. 

When you finally catch your breath, you look at him to see him scowling darkly. 

You feel like it would scare anyone else, but it doesn't scare you. 

You poke at his chest, the last of the giggles leaving your lips. 

Jungkook stiffens when you touch him, but he will not let you know that your touch affects him. 

"Are you finished?" He asks, trying to appear unamused. 

You nod, still wiping away the tears of mirth from your eyes. 

"So, w-what you're tr-trying to say is, you want me to go to B-Busan with you for a school r-r-reunion?"

He nods in embarrassment at the silly lie. 

You laugh again, "Well, w-why didn't y-you just say that? I'd l-love to g-g-go with you!"

Well...that was easy. 

Jungkook bites back a smile at the way you shake your head and giggle at him. 

"W-When is it?"

"We'd have to leave tonight...like, you should pack now."

"Oh," You look at him in surprise, "Oh, um. O-Okay...how long w-will we be gone?"

The ridiculous contrast to what was happening a few minutes ago and now is going to give you whiplash. A moment ago you were yelling at him to stop hurting you and now you're agreeing to go to Busan with him... 

What kind of a day was this?

"Uh, I'm not sure, I was hoping to just spend some time there and go sightseeing, maybe?" Jungkook answers your question awkwardly. 

Your warm smile makes him swallow painfully, "I w-would love that. School d-doesn't start for an-another three weeks."

"Perfect," Jungkook nods, "Then it's settled, go pack."

You shriek in excitement and hurry to the back with a little skip to your step, "V-Vacation!"

Jungkook lets out a long breath, his heart skipping a beat at the happy humming floating from your room. 

Thank goodness he was successful in that. 

But what makes him feel even better, is the fact that your beautiful smile is back. 

__________

"Sh-Should I tell Mina?"

Jungkook's grip tenses on the wheel at your words. 

He isn't sure why, but he doesn't want Mina to know where the two of you are going. 

"Nah, I already told her I was going to ask you to come with me. She knows," Jungkook prays that you'll fall for it, biting his lip harshly. 

"Oh," You squeak from the passenger seat. 

He swallows his heart that leapt to his throat at the adorable sound.

You look out the side window, watching as the sun starts to set, your head leaning against the glass. 

"How l-long will it t-t-take us to get there?" You ask quietly, your eyes still glued to the beautiful colors running across the sky. 

Jungkook glances at his phone where the directions are. 

"Mm, since there's hardly any traffic, hopefully four hours?" 

Your eyes widen a little and you make a small sound of acknowledgment. 

"Hm, ok."

Jungkook drags his eyes back to the road, telling himself that he's not allowed to look at you the whole way lest he get distracted and crash the car like a fool.

Jungkook has some soft music playing in the background, making you smile softly to yourself. You didn't think him the type of person to listen to classical instrumental music, but it's nice and relaxing, especially for how tired you are. 

An hour into the drive, you feel your eyes getting extremely heavy. You keep blinking them rapidly to keep yourself awake, but every time you blink it gets harder and harder to open them again. 

Jungkook, as well as he had done the first hour, fails his own rule as he glances at you. 

He had noticed the way you were shifting and jerking around for the past few minutes. 

"Hey, you okay?" Jungkook asks gently before returning his gaze to the road. 

You nod sleepily, a tiny yawn slipping out of you. 

"J-Just a little s-sleepy is all."

A soft smile appears on Jungkook's face and you feel your chest warm at the sight. You can't stop staring at his side profile, the line of his jaw, and his adorably big nose, even his lashes are long and beautiful. 

"You can take a nap you know-"

"Nooo, no no," You wave a hand in the air dismissively, "I'm n-not tired at all!"

Jungkook stifles a laugh at you contradicting yourself within thirty seconds. 

He nods, "Okay, then you don't have to take a nap."

You smile drowsily, appearing almost drunk in a way. 

Jungkook glances at you again. 

Drunk from exhaustion, you most certainly are. 

What a rollercoaster of a day.

He sighs, a gentle sound as he turns back to keep his eyes forward, "You look really sleepy."

"Y-You look really p-pretty..." 

Jungkook, startled at your words, looks at you with wide eyes, "Huh?"

No one has ever called him pretty before...

You have an elbow against the console, your chin in your hand as you gaze up at him dreamily. 

"I'm s-s-sorry I said all th-that mean st-stuff back at my apartment," You whisper, lips turning down into a pout. 

Jungkook fidgets, "It's fine, ____. I deserved to get snapped at."

You shake your head, "Noooo," You say cutely, smacking your lips, "Nooo, you d-deserve th-the whooooooole world!" You gesture out, almost smacking him in the face. 

Jungkook chuckles. 

You're just tired yet you act like you've been drinking nonstop.

"You, J-Jungkook, you d-deserve to a...a? A h-hug."

He feels a pinching in his chest at your words.

"Thanks, ____." 

You nod, your head lolling to the side as you start to drift off to sleep again, then you jerk suddenly as you remember something. 

"M-My first love!"

Jungkook looks at you, bewildered.

"He-...b-brought it to me..."

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you, "Who brought what to you, ____?"

"An angel brought m-me food t-today!"

Jungkook nods along with your nonsensical rambling, "That's cool," He muses as he passes a car on the highway.

"Yeahh..." 

After that, you fall silent. 

He glances over at you after you haven't spoken for a few minutes, to see your head resting against the seat, your mouth open slightly as you sleep soundly. 

He fights the smile that's creeping its way onto his face, trying as hard as he can to pay attention to the road. 

Jungkook reaches up a hand and slaps it across his face, harder than he had meant to. 

He winces in pain, but at least it got him to think straight. 

Jungkook keeps his eyes on the road (mostly) the rest of the way. 

It's kind of lonely with you sleeping beside him, but he doesn't really mind.

  It's around one in the morning when Jungkook gently shakes your shoulder. 

You stir, your eyes opening into little slits as you look around in confusion. 

"W-Where am I?" You ask, mumbling almost incoherently. 

"We're here, ____. We're in Busan," Jungkook says softly, his hand still on your shoulder. 

Once you're able to open your eyes all the way, you see the inside of Jungkook's car, then you turn your head to the right to see him standing outside your door, holding it open as he smiles at you. 

"Oh," You say in surprise, "I f-forgot we were on v-vacation."

Jungkook chuckles at that, "Come on, ____. Let's get you to bed."

He reaches around you to unbuckle your seat belt, then you watch quietly as he grabs your purse and slings it over his shoulder. 

Next, he grabs your hand and helps you out of the car. 

You take in the sight of a small motel, very simple, very dark, and very very cute. 

Jungkook watches your eyes light up at the place you'll be staying tonight. 

"It's s-so cute," You whisper sleepily. 

Jungkook shrugs, "I've never considered a motel to be cute before, but it's decent."

You keep a hold of his hand as you climb out of the car, then you shyly let go and follow him to the trunk where he pulls out both of your suitcases. 

"I can c-carry something," You offer as you see him start moving with both of the cases to the front of the motel. 

Jungkook shakes his head, his floofy brown hair flopping about, "I'm all good."

You bite back a laugh at the sight of him wheeling two suitcases with a purse slung over his arm, then you hurry to catch up to him. 

Inside, there's a very small old man at the front desk, reading a newspaper. 

He looks up when you and Jungkook walk in. 

A friendly smile graces his features as he sets the paper down, "Hello there, how can I help you?"

"Hi," Jungkook clears his throat, "I called about two rooms earlier today...well, I guess it was technically yesterday..."

The man nods and grabs this little notebook, "Perfect! Name?"

"Uhm...Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” He says lowly. 

Ohhhh, Jeon?

Even his last name suits him. 

You see him fidgeting a little as the older man flips through the notebook, "Ah yes! Right here."

Then he turns to grab a key out of a little cabinet, "Your rooms will be one twenty-three and one twenty-two-"

He pauses, his hand freezing over an empty cubby in the cabinet. 

"Uhm...one moment."

He shuffles behind a little curtain leading to a different room. 

Jungkook looks back at you with a puzzled expression and you shrug, you don't have any idea what's going on either. 

A minute later the man comes out with a regretful look on his face. 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jeon. It would appear as though someone accidentally gave your rooms away without looking at the reservations," The man looks terribly guilty. 

Jungkook bites his lip, "Uhm, alright, well can I get two other rooms then?"

The man nods quickly and ruffles through his notebook, then he looks at Jungkook again. 

"We only have one room available. I sincerely apologize, this was my mistake-"

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook gives him a tight-lipped smile, "We'll take it. Thank you."

After getting your key, you and Jungkook walk out to find your room, not speaking until you get there. 

Once Jungkook unlocks the door and opens it for you, he gives you an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, ____. I would take us somewhere else but it's late and-...I'll sleep on the floor."

You turn to him, "D-Don't be silly. We'll both sl-sleep on a bed."

He looks at you, bewildered, then his gaze follows your outstretched arm as you point at the bed. 

Or...

The beds. 

AH! A MIRACLE!

Jungkook sighs in relief, letting the door close behind him as he sets your suitcases to the side. 

"Well this isn't so bad," He says as he looks around the room, taking in the twin beds with satisfaction. 

Then he looks at you to see you gazing around in wonder, gently touching the bed and making your way over to the bathroom to peek your head inside. 

When you turn back to him, your eyes are lit up like stars in the night sky. 

"It's b-beautiful!" 

Jungkook does one more look over.

There are twin beds with white covers and pillows, a nightstand between them and  TV on a desk in front along with a coffee machine and glass mugs. 

Meh, it's not a crappy place, he's been in far worse, but he's also been in far better. 

Then something clicks and he looks at you again, "Wait, have you never been to a hotel- or- a motel before?"

You shake your head, your innocent eyes never leaving his. 

Jungkook lets out a short laugh of disbelief, "Huh."

You walk over to your suitcase and grab it, pulling it with you to the bathroom, "I'm g-going to change."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook says, still trying to process the fact that you've never stayed in a place like this before. 

When he hears the bathroom door close, he walks over to his suitcase and opens it up, grabbing out a t-shirt and some pajama shorts. 

He makes quick work of changing, then he settles on the left bed, a groan leaving his lips as he lays back. 

A moment later, the door to the bathroom opens and Jungkook sees you walk out shyly, a simple lilac nightgown draping around your frame. 

He looks away quickly, fixing his gaze on the black screen of the television positioned in front of the twin beds. 

You hurry over and climb into the bed on the right, slipping underneath the covers and sighing happily. 

"Th-These beds are s-so comfy!"

Jungkook hums in response, his eyes still glued to the TV even though it's off.

You pull the covers up to your chin and close your eyes, letting out a tiny yawn. 

At the sound, Jungkook's resolution crumbles and he glances over at you. 

The way your eyelids flutter and your lips part slightly as you breathe makes his heart beat rapidly. 

Suddenly, your eyes pop open and you're staring right back at him.

He was so startled when it happened that he didn't even look away, instead, his gaze stays locked on yours, eyes wide. 

It feels like an eternity passes as the two of you just stare at each other, but it's really only a few seconds. 

Long enough for Jungkook's heart to be in his throat and your tummy to start tickling. 

Then you whisper, "I w-was just going to a-ask you to turn out the l-light."

A choked breath escapes Jungkook as he snaps his gaze away from yours. 

"Oh, yeah sure." 

Without looking at you, he reaches over to the table between your beds and flips the light off. 

It's silent for a little bit, then Jungkook hears you whisper in the darkness, "I'm sorry a-about earlier."

"You already apologized, and I told you there was no need to."

You sigh and shift onto your back, "When is th-the school reunion?"

Jungkook internally groans, "It's in a few days."

"W-Why did we have t-to leave so quickly?"

Jungkook moves to his right side, so he's facing you in the darkness, but he can't make you out. 

"I wanted to be sure we got a place to stay before it all filled up."

"Ah, okay."

Fuck, he hates lying to you so easily. 

The fact that you have full trust in him is making him sick to his stomach. 

But at least he got you here. 

He's gotten you out of Seoul. 

That buys him a bit more time to figure out who the hell placed the hit on you. 

Then he'll take matters into his own hands. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook is sure you've fallen asleep again, so it takes him by surprise when you speak up. 

"What is y-your favorite flower?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure...I don't know that many flowers," Jungkook replies, his eyes still closed. 

You giggle, "My f-favorite is the a-almond flower."

Jungkook nods thoughtfully, then he realizes that you can't see him so he clears his throat, "Ah, what does that one look like?"

"It's little and w-white with a h-hint of pink in the middle. V-Very cute."

Jungkook smiles, "Sounds very fitting for you."

Your cheeks heat up as you cuddle more into the covers, "Do y-you want to know th-the meaning of it?" You whisper. 

He finally opens his eyes, but all he can see is darkness, "Sure."

He suddenly remembers your letter to him after you visited the field of dandelions. 

What did you say the dandelion represented again? Oh yeah, hope and happiness...or something like that...

"It m-means h-hope and renewal."

Jungkook hears you shifting a little to get comfortable. 

"That's nice," He says gently, "I guess the little simple ones tend to represent hope, huh?"

You positively beam, realizing that he must have remembered your letter to him about the dandelion. 

"I g-guess so."

Jungkook turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. 

Before he can back out, he asks, "What does the lotus flower represent?"

"Is th-that your f-favorite?"

Jungkook blinks a few times before answering you, "It was my mother's."

You sit up and look over at him curiously, wondering if something had happened to her with the way his voice sounded and the fact that he used past tense. 

"Oh...w-well I happen t-to know that one," You lay back down, "It m-means enlightenment and r-rebirth."

Huh. 

How ironic.

"Ah," Is all he says. 

You lay there in silence for a little bit, then you remember something that you had wanted to tell him. 

"Oh y-yeah, I had the w-weirdest dream the other day."

"Mm? What was it?" 

"I w-was laying in a f-field of flowers. Purple f-flowers-"

Jungkook's brain suddenly snaps to attention at your words, "What did they look like?" He asks abruptly, interrupting you. 

"Uh, they w-were some of m-my favorite flowers, they're c-called Agapanthus."

"Agapi- what?" Jungkook asks, face scrunched in confusion. 

You laugh and blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. 

Jungkook looks over to see a blue light illuminating your face as you look at your phone and his breath gets caught in his throat. 

Fuck.

Don't be stupid, Jungkook. 

He looks away quickly.

"H-Here," You stand up and waddle over to his bed, plopping yourself down on the side of it and jostling him a bit. Jungkook swallows thickly at the close proximity all of the sudden. 

You hold your phone close to his face, watching as he squints at the picture of the flower you were talking about. 

"A-Agapanthus," You state again, smiling. 

But Jungkook barely hears you, he's frozen, staring at the picture in your hand.

That's the flower that was in his dream the other day. 

The field was full of them. 

"Anyw-way, I w-was lying there. It w-was so vivid. Th-Then I realized I was h-holding someone's hand-"

Jungkook can't tear his eyes away from your phone, his heartbeat increasing the more of your story you tell. 

"I c-could tell it w-was a guy's hand, b-but I couldn't turn my head to see who it was."

His eyes finally drift from your phone up to your face where you're sporting a faint pout. 

He doesn't know what possesses him to ask, all he registers are the shaky words suddenly coming from his mouth, "What's the meaning of this flower?"

Your gaze shifts to his and you smile softly, "L-Love."

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[mentally-in-northern-italy]

Wrong Idea — James Potter x reader

***not my gif***

Summary: You have a big crush on James Potter but have to live with the ‘fact’ that James is smitten with your best friend, Lily. But is this really the case, or have you just got the wrong idea?

Word count: 2.9K

A/N: Hi! Second fic, whoooo! No one really requested this but it just came to me. Again, a bit too long for my liking, but it’s okay. Any feedback is very much appreciated. Requests are open, so feel free! Enjoy!!

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“He is totally staring at you, Lily,” you whisper to your friend as you stand beside her, both pretending to be overly concentrated on finding just the finest box of Chocolate Frogs that Honeydukes has to offer. 

“He is not,” Lily whispers back, acting as if this prospect sounds ridiculously unbelievable but you could see her small smile as she tried her best not to glance at his direction. She continued to act as though she was very carefully examining a box of Chocolate Frogs as you chuckled quietly, trying to ignore the faint pang in your chest.

James Potter. Star Quidditch player. Self-appointed ‘mom’ of the Marauders. Personification of the very cliche, but fitting phrase, “messy hair, don’t care”. And, of course, a very famous lady’s man.

And, lastly, your ‘former’ crush who was now seemingly smitten with your best friend, Lily.

You weren’t sure when it was exactly when you had realized that you were inordinately conscious of how you looked whenever he was around, how you stole quick glances at him throughout your shared Potions class, hoping he wouldn’t notice, or how much the thought of the raven-haired boy consumed your mind. Slowly, but surely, your crush on James had developed into something so strong and overwhelming, you couldn’t even think of confiding in anyone else. Not even your best friend, Lily Evans. 

When you had heard about the rumours and gossip circulating around the school, about how James was supposedly head-over-heels for a certain red-head, you had tried your very hardest to force those feelings out of you. You couldn’t have a crush on James. He liked Lily. End of story.

You felt even worse when Lily would blush mildly, her cheeks turning as red as her hair, whenever James stopped you two to talk in the middle of the hallway. How Lily would talk your ears off about how much she hated James, and how annoying and arrogant she perceived him to be, but you knew better. You knew Lily liked James too, maybe not as outwardly as James liked her, but enough to make you feel like a terrible person for liking the same guy as your best friend of five years.

And now, you couldn’t help but notice the way James’ eyes seemed to follow you two, as he stood by a shelf at the entrance of the shop, watching you both weave around the shelves stocked with sweets and treats in Honeydukes, talking quietly amongst yourselves.

“Lily, you like him, he likes you,” you try to tell her once again, ignoring how it made your heart sting a little every time you thought of them together, “why, in Merlin’s name, are you acting so oblivious?”

“[Y/N],” she scoffed, feigning offense, “I’m not acting oblivious. And I don’t like him. I just don’t… mind him.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed as you picked up a cauldron cake off the shelf, “I totally believe you, Lils.” 

“Believe what you want, [Y/L/N],” she retorted with a clever smile but the smile started to falter as she started to look more nervous, looking steadily at something behind you.

You turned around to look at what it was exactly that had her looking so alarmed and were just as alarmed when you saw James approaching you two, after abandoning the display he was previously taking a close look at, with a confident smile set on his handsome face. 

“[Y/L/N],” he greeted as he smiled at you for a millisecond too long, sending butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy, “Evans.”

“Potter,” Lily greeted him back curtly, her face set into a smile that conveyed politeness but not necessarily obvious interest.

Maybe it was your failure to repress your intense feelings for James, but you could’ve sworn that he was looking intently at you, perhaps in the hopes that you would also acknowledge him in some way. But, you didn’t trust yourself to be able to speak without melting into a stuttering mess so you stayed quiet, averting eye contact, and fidgeting with the packet of the cauldron cake in your hands. 

“Did you need something, Potter?” Lily questioned, raising a single eyebrow. James’ gaze still hadn’t left you but he was forced to tear his eyes off of you to address Lily. 

“Oh, no, I don’t need anything,” he remarked, regaining his confident (bordering on arrogant) composure as his eyes involuntarily shifted to you once again, “I just wanted to ask something.”

This captured your attention as your eyes jumped up from the cake in your hands to the sly smile that James was sending you and Lily. This is it, you thought, he’s going to ask her out and--

“Is there any chance, [Y/N],” James started out, sending you a sincere look, making your breath hitch in your throat, “that you could give up that Cauldron Cake?” 

“Huh?” you say in surprise. Cauldron Cake? 

“The one you have in your hand,” he smiled, “Uh, Padfoot, apparently, has been craving one for a few weeks and, unfortunately, that’s the last one they have. I looked all over.” 

“Oh,” you said, a bit awkwardly, evidently struggling to find the right words for this unusual sort of situation, “yeah, I guess you can…” 

“Y’know, I told him that’s not how cravings work,” he tried to crack a joke as you handed the cake to him, his hands slightly brushing against your own, making you weak in the knees, “but he claims I wouldn’t get it. It’s just a dog--, uh, a Sirius thing, I guess.” 

He laughed an incredibly awkward laugh, while you and Lily stood there, clearly unsure of what to do. It would not be correct to say you didn’t laugh because  you thought what James had just said was unfunny… no, it was more about the fact that you hadn’t understood it at all. This wasn’t like James. Sure, James’ jokes weren’t hilarious but they certainly weren’t as… dry as the one he just told. If you could even call it a ‘joke’. It sounded an awful lot like he just winged it -- came up with a half-assed joke just for the sake of coming up with one. Not a typical James Potter move, that much you knew. 

Lily was watching this exchange occur with weirdly curious interest. She wasn’t sure what was happening but she also couldn’t tear her eyes away from darting back between you and James. It didn’t take her too long to get a general gist of what was going on… she was the brightest witch in her year, after all.

“Right,” you say, attempting to swiftly leave this incredibly strange conversation, “I’m afraid Lils and I should get going now. Enjoy the… cake.”

“Oh,” James looked down at the cake, as if he had entirely forgotten he had it in his hands and then back up at you, “yes. Thank you, by the way, for the cake. I’ll see you back at the common room, [Y/N]. Evans.” He nodded in Lily’s direction, while he mentally cursed himself for acting so awkward.

Before anyone could say anything else, you took a hold of Lily’s gloved hand and started to lead her towards the exit of the shop, ignoring whatever it was she was saying to you. You shook your head a little as ridiculous thoughts started flooding your brain. Why did he use my first name and not Lily’s? Am I reading into this too much? Am I going crazy? 

You had decided that the latter two were more likely to be the case when the corner of your eye caught an entire shelf in front of the entrance of the shop, stocked with Cauldron Cakes. And the display wasn’t too far away from where James originally stood. In fact, that’s the very display he was checking out when you had noticed him staring. 

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You groaned as Marlene and Lily dragged you out of the dorm room, against your will, mind you, insisting that it was absolutely crucial that you abandon your History of Magic of homework and follow them.

“We have a test coming up!” you tried to reason with them, “Lily, Mar, come on, we should be studying!”

“Studying can wait, [Y/N],” Marlene said to you, matter-of-factly, “Quidditch cannot.”

They dragged you by the arm, through the Gryffindor common room, to the Quidditch game, which was just about to start. Today was a big day; the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. 

You, of course, knew what this meant. 

James Potter. Flying around on his broom. Being a brilliant chaser.

You had never been a particular fan of the game, but when you had started liking James, you found yourself going to the Quidditch pitch quite often. That is, until you deemed your feelings for James to be forbidden. Now, Quidditch games were just about the same as rubbing salt to your, very deep, wounds. 

The way he would look over at Lily, who stood right beside you, and wink at her made you angry. And not angry at Lily or James, but angry at yourself. All the glances he would send her way only made you get mad at yourself for ever feeling this way about someone who was so far out of your reach.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Lily said as you snapped out of your thoughts, leading you through the hallways in the direction of the Gryffindor stands.

“Yeah,” you mutter under your breath, with a twinge of sadness, making sure she wouldn’t hear, “for you.”

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Gryffindor had won the match. Hufflepuff played exceptionally well, but it was no match for the Gryffindor’s brilliant offensive tactics. 

As the Gryffindor seeker had caught the snitch, the cheering in the stands rang out. You, Lily and Marlene jumped up, screaming and clapping, overjoyed at this brilliant win. 

“Come on,” Marlene said excitedly, “let’s go down to the pitch!”

“What?” you asked, alarmed. You did not want to be in close proximity to James right now. Not when his jersey would be clinging onto his body and his hair would be all sweaty and his face all red, making him look even more hands-

“Yes! Let’s go,” Lily agreed instantly, dragging you by the arm. 

You groaned once again but you knew they wouldn’t listen. As you three, no, as you two were walking down, -- Marlene was practically skipping -- thoughts of the Quidditch match in action flooded your mind. James sent so many winks and smirks in Lily’s direction that you could’ve sworn by Merlin that some of them were to you. Or this was just wishful thinking. After all, Lily was sitting right beside you. You decide that this is just you getting confused -- but then again, why did Lily always glance your way after James smiled at you, as he scored a goal, expecting you to react in some way? And why did she look genuinely pleased, instead of having even the hint of jealousy in her eyes? 

There’s nothing for her to be jealous about, you told yourself repeatedly, he was looking at Lily. 

As you three reached the Quidditch pitch, you could see clumps of students, crowding the Quidditch players, congratulating them excitedly. 

“Lily, I came to the match,” you tried to whisper to her as you two stood there, unsure of where to go, “can I please go study now?” 

“No, [Y/N] [Y/L/N]!” providing special emphasis on your full name, yelling loudly, capturing the attention of everyone on the pitch. Everyone’s head turned to look at you as you seemed to shrink into yourself and Lily wore a proud smile on her face, looking at you slyly. 

The mention of your full name had attracted a lot of unwanted attention. But it also, almost immediately, seemed to attract some wanted attention as well. 

Well, not wanted, that wasn’t allowed as per your rules, but appreciated, nonetheless. 

James’ head turned to you as he diverted his attention from some excited first-years to you and Lily. Your eyes had widened remarkably, your face had started to heat up and the butterflies in your stomach who had seemed to be asleep previously, had now woken up. 

“Oh, would you look at that,” Lily said quickly, “Thomas Lee looks dashing, I’m going to go tell him congratulations!” And with that, she walked away from you and towards Lee, the Gryffindor keeper.

James had started walking over to you as you stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. Do you meet him halfway? Do you keep standing there? Merlin, why did this have to be so difficult? 

“[Y/N], so glad you could make it,” he smirked at you as he pushed his sweaty hair back. 

“Uh, yeah, congratulations,” you said, trying to keep yourself from looking at his figure, “you played really well.” 

“Thanks!” said James, with, what looked like, genuine gratefulness, before the look in his eyes turned cocky again, “Although, I’ve played better. This game was a piece of cake.” 

“Of course,” you couldn’t help but smile softly at his words. This is the James you knew. The James you liked. The James you shouldn’t like.

“Speaking of cake!” he exclaimed suddenly, trying to salvage this conversation from turning awkward, “Thanks again for that cauldron cake! I was so bummed when I found they had run out.” 

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it,” you told him politely, when you remembered something. 

They hadn’t run out of cauldron cakes. In fact, they had them all piled up on the shelf right in front of the entrance. Before you could say anything, James started speaking again.

“Y’know, there’s a Hogsmeade trip coming up,” he started out confidently, but the slight shaking of his hands and the easy-to-miss quiver in his voice indicated otherwise.

“Yes, I know,” you told him, quietly. Was he telling you to ask Lily for him? Godric knows you would never be able to do that. “Lily knows too, so… you can ask her. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“What?” he looked very surprised, his eyebrows had furrowed as if he had no idea why you had mentioned that. 

“The Hogsmeade trip. You should ask her. She might seem like she would say no but she’ll say yes.” You ignored the feeling of your heart sinking. 

“But, I don’t want to.” he said with a slight shake of his head.

“What?” 

“I wanted to ask you.” his voice had gotten unusually quiet.

You were in absolute shock, to say the least. James Potter wanted to ask you? To Hogsmeade? What about Lily? 

“What about Lily?” you asked, confusedly, “I thought-- everyone thought--”

“I like you, not Evans,” he told you with no hesitation, “who said I liked her?”

“Literally everyone thinks so.”

“Well, they must have gotten the wrong idea.”

“But--”

“[Y/N], for someone so bloody smart, you are incredibly oblivious,” James said, with the slightest bit of his irritation showing through, “Didn’t you see me staring at you? Winking? For Merlin’s sake, there wasn’t a shortage of Cauldron Cakes back at Honeydukes! I just wanted to talk to you.” 

“But you were staring at Lily,” you say defensively, “not me. Why would you do that?”

“Because… I like you?” 

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!” 

You shook your head in frustration. You couldn’t do this to Lily. This is not what best friends do. No, there is no way you would act on these feelings.

“Lily!” you turn away from James and make your way over to Lily, “we need to go.” 

You drag Lily away from Lee and start making your way off the pitch, leaving Lee and James staring at you both in confusion.

“So, did you say yes?” she asked you as you tried to walk as fast as you could without making it seem like you’re running away.

“What?” you turn to her. 

“To James? He asked you out, didn’t he?” she asked eagerly. You were surprised to see she wasn’t sad. At all. In fact, she seemed happy for you. 

“But you like James,” you tried to tell her, trying to work this whole situation out, standing only a few feet away from James and Lee, who were watching this interaction intently. Didn’t she?

“I thought I did,” she told you, “but I think I only convinced myself that I did, because I thought he liked me. To be honest, I really don’t. And all those times you tried to tell me he was staring at me? It was always you, [Y/N], I just happened to be standing right beside you every time.”

“But, I--,” you struggled to find words. 

“Look,” Lily said as she put a hand to your shoulder, “I know you like him. I also know he likes you. Why, in Merlin’s name, are you acting so oblivious?” she said, imitating your words from that trip to Honeydukes.

“You really don’t like him?” you asked, unsure of what you wanted the answer to be. On one hand, you would love to go out with James, on the other, you never wanted to hurt Lily’s feelings.

“No! Not even one bit,” she reassured you, “I’m a bit relieved, really, plus, I think I’ve found myself a keeper.” She turned away from you to face Lee, still stood a few feet away from you two, and smiled. Lee winked back. You laughed at this and reluctantly turned your head to James, also stood a few feet away from you. He stood with his confidence a little diminished, looking defeated. But he still gave you a small smile and waved awkwardly.

“Go! Say yes,” Lily told you, chuckling, “We can even go on double dates together.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully at Lily before you took a deep breath in and started to make your way towards him. 

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Um.”

“Let’s start over,” you told him as you straightened your posture and fixed your hair. 

“Start over?” he asked, regaining the arrogance.

“Ask me out again, Potter,” you told him, having found confidence yourself after your talk with Lily. You no longer felt bad about liking James. And you felt even better knowing he liked you.

“Oh, yes!” James plastered his smirk back on his face, “There's a Hogsmeade trip coming up, [Y/N].” 

“Yes, I’m aware,” you nodded and smiled, stifling giggles from erupting.

“Let’s go together.” he said cockily, his eyes twinkling.

“That was pathetic, James,” you said as you started to laugh softly.

“Hey!” 

“But yes. Let’s,” you told him with a mischievous smile, “Maybe this time, I can help you find the very noticeable, hard-to-miss Cauldron Cake display.” 

“Deal.” He sent you his infamous James Potter grin at which you grinned back.

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[yehet-about-it]

Chase Me | Part 17 - Lock The Door Next Time

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🎮👾 ~ The Boyz Social Media AU ~ 👾🎮

"Twitching" is a British term used to mean "the pursuit of a previously located rare bird." In North America it is more often called chasing...

Pairings: Changmin x Reader, Sunwoo x Reader

Warnings: 17+, language, some smut in later chapters, fuckboy!sunwoo 😉

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Word Count: 3.1k (I am SO sorry... although I'm kind of not bc I lowkey love this chapter) Warnings: Mature content, may involve maStUrBaTioN, a whole lot of embarrassment and Chanhee having the time of his goddamn life bc its not him in the awkward situation for once 🙃

You sighed, dropping your unreasonably heavy camera bag on the table as you walked into the living room, Chanhee in close pursuit looking equally as tired. You’d spent several long hours at a shoot for a new project you’d been hired to do and had come back to the boys’ apartment to do some editing before you called it quits for the day.

“Should we order food now?” You called out as Chanhee went to his room to unload his gear and fetch his macbook for editing. You knew you needed to work but you hadn’t eaten since the morning and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of takeout food swirling around in your head. “Mm, the Chinese?” Chanhee replied sitting down across the table. “Can you go and ask Changmin if he wants anything while I set this up? He’s probably in his room.”

You nodded happily, perking up at the prospect of food and left Chanhee to upload the photos from the day whilst you went off in search of Changmin. He wasn’t in their gaming room as you walked by so you continued down the corridor towards his room. As you neared his door you could hear a murmur, and coming to a stop outside the room you recognised your name being called by Changmin, only it was ever so quiet, barely audible through the wood of the door, so you figured maybe it was just him registering your presence. Assuming he’d realised you were there, you swung the door open not quite expecting the scene that was presented before you. Changmin was sat on his bed, propped up against the pillows with his lips parted, hair hanging low in front of his eyes, and scanning further down you saw that his sweatpants were bunched low on his hips as his hand gripped what appeared to be a very hard erection. You let out a shriek as you realised what you had stumbled upon, immediately slamming the door back shut and racing down the corridor before Changmin even had chance to react.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You repeated it like a mantra, your heart pounding from the shock as you slid back into the living room and into your chair opposite New. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Chanhee asked in bewilderment looking at you as though you’d just committed the 7 deadly sins. “I should have knocked!” you squeaked burying your face in your palms in total, unfathomed embarrassment. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, but the image of Changmin’s hand wrapped snugly around his length, pleasuring himself as he uttered your name was well and truly burned into your brain.

“What? Why?” Chanhee asked, a puzzled expression forming from his features. “He- oh my word- he was- touchi- Ugh I can’t say it!” you whined. “He wasn’t…? Oh my god...” Eventually realising what had happened, a hysterical fit of laughter erupted from your best friends throat as you hid behind your hands, your cheeks most definitely flushed with the brightest pink. “Oh my god that idiot” Chanhee cackled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the sheer force of his laughter. You sank down in your chair a pained smile on your face as you couldn’t help but be affected by Chanhee’s reaction. “Chanhee what am I gonna do? I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!” You wailed, the howling starting to dye down as Chanhee regained his composure. “Not my problem” Chanhee teased. “I’ll make it your problem” you replied stroppily, whacking him lightly on the arm in annoyance. “Ow!” Chanhee clutched his arm in feigned pain before proceeding to laugh at you once again. “It’s not funny Chanhee! This is so awkward!”

You had by now gotten over the initial shock of seeing one of your longest friends exposed like that, and now you were wondering how the hell you were gonna get over the awkwardness of the situation. But most of all, you were wondering why the hell he’d been moaning your name of all names and what that meant. Not that you were going to mention that to New. That would open a whole new can of worms and lead this conversation down a whole new road that you didn’t particularly want to explore, as well as give Chanhee even more ammunition for further teasing.

“That’s exactly why it IS funny.” Chanhee chided, whipping his phone out, presumably either to tease Changmin or get the Chinese menu up, or both. “Guess he won’t be joining us for the Chinese then?” You rolled your eyes at Chanhee’s teasing (though also legitimate) question. “Well it’s not like I stuck around to ask.” You crossed your arms as you gave Chanhee a warning glare. “Fine, I’ll ask him then.” He said, and your phone lit up on the table a moment later – of course he’d mentioned it in your group chat.

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Changmin had heard Chanhee’s cackling from his room at the other end of the apartment and had been mentally cursing for the duration, his face perhaps an even brighter shade of scarlet than yours. Of all of the awkward things to happen, the girl he liked and one of his best friends walking in while he was halfway to climax thinking about her had to be the most unfortunate. Firstly there was the problem of how he’d ever look you in the eye again, but secondly was the problem that remained below his waistline. You walking in hadn’t helped that of course. If it had been Chanhee or Kevin walking in, his stiffness would have gone in a split second, but despite the embarrassment of what had just happened, his length remained taut against his boxers which he’d quickly pulled back up in shock after your momentary appearance. He was no longer in the mood to continue, too worried about what you might be thinking, so he decided his only option was to go for a cold shower in the hope that that might fix it.

Before he had the chance to hop in however, his phone buzzed, showing a text from New. He groaned as he read the older boys words, knowing that he’d never live this down whining again when he realised the texts were sent not just to him but to your group chat. Thankfully Changmin had already eaten, although he wouldn’t mind a bit of Chinese, but given the current awkwardness he decided to pass up on the offer for food. He would probably be able to face you later but if he ordered food he’d have to sit with you to eat it, and the embarrassment was stilll far too fresh for that to be a comfortable affair, so he quickly typed out his reply and hopped in the shower to deal with the problem beneath his pants.

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An hour or so later you and Chanhee had just about finished your editing for the day and were tucking into your food, but you still hadn’t heard a peep out of Changmin. You sighed, finishing your bowl of jajangmyeon, feeling a little guilty that Changmin wasn’t sharing in the joys of your takeout food, all because you’d been dumb enough not to knock. “Hm maybe I should take him something” you sighed looking across all the cartons of food you’d ordered. Maybe he had actually eaten already, but there was so much, and you were sure he’d like some. “You’re not going to eat all that are you?” You asked Chanhee, nodding to the half full box of kkanpunggi in the middle. Chanhee just shrugged. “You sure you want to go back in there?” He sniggered as he asked the question, deliberately trying to provoke you. “No I am not, but I’m not going to avoid him forever just because I’ve seen his dick” you declared defiantly, making Chanhee almost spit out his boba as he doubled over in laughter. However awkward you were feeling, you’d have to face each other eventually. Normally you wouldn’t be so thrown off by something like this, for instance, you’d once accidentally walked in on Kevin going at it with someone one time when you’d stayed over at Sunwoo’s, but you’d just greeted it with an ew and laughed about it later. The only thing that had you feeling so utterly flustered was the sound of him uttering your name whilst he was clearly having some ‘time to himself’, but since you figured he wouldn’t necessarily be aware you’d heard that, you decided you’d be able to brush it off for now and pretend like everything was just peachy.

“Well just remember to knock this time” Chanhee quipped as you stood up, taking the box of spicy garlic fried chicken with you, picking up some of the spare chopsticks the restaurant had sent too. You grinned sarcastically at Chanhee, your eyes silently telling him he was an asshole, before disappearing off down the hall to Changmin’s room, praying that he’d be fully tucked into his pants this time. “Changmin? Can I come in?” you called as you knocked tentatively on his door. You heard some shuffling and low muttering before he answered with an uncertain “sure”.

Swinging the door open for the second time this evening you were relieved to see Changmin perched on his bed, fully clothed with an xbox controller in his lap and his headset to the side of him. You saw the overwatch character select screen flickering brightly on his tv screen too so you could only assume he was playing online with someone. “Oh you’re playing? Who’s on?” you asked quietly as you walked a couple of steps into the room, the carton of kkanpunggi still in hand. “Uh, just Eric.” Changmin replied, his eyes darting around the room as he struggled to make eye contact with you, for understandable reasons. “Hi Eric!” You sang loudly so he could hear you through the microphone. Though it was quiet, only coming from Changmin’s headset you heard a faint chuckle and Eric’s voice returning the greeting. “I brought you some kkanpunggi, I thought you might like some, it’s really good” you said, turning your attention back to the boy actually in the room.

Changmin’s expression softened watching as you stood there, proudly holding up the box of chicken and chopsticks. Even after what happened you were still thoughtful enough to bring him nice food so he wouldn’t miss out. What he wouldn’t give to be able to just pull you onto his lap and feed one other the delicious food, cleaning up any stray sauce with kisses. In his dreams he thought.

“Awh how come he gets chicken?” Eric whined through the headphones pulling Changmin out of his daydream. “KEVIN-HYUNG CAN WE GET CHICKEN?!” The sudden loudness of the younger boy through the headphones made you giggle, and you shared an amused look with Changmin. As bizarre as it was though, you were rather grateful for Eric’s random inputs which actually seemed to have the effect of relieving some of the tension in the room.

“Yah be quiet! I’m not even wearing my headphones and that hurt my ears!” Changmin called towards his headset shutting the younger boy up with an insincere sorry. “Oh it smells good, thank you y/n!” Changmin smiled sweetly at you as you placed the box down on the side table next to his bed. “That’s okay!” You replied, moving a few steps away again before looking nervously towards Changmin’s headset. You wanted to apologise for your earlier intrusion to get it out of the way, but you definitely didn’t want Eric to be witness to that, so you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Oh um, so I’ll be leaving in a bit, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, I um- I should probably have knocked before I came in.”

Changmin could feel the heat rising in his cheeks being reminded of the earlier incident and although his hair mostly covered it, the tips of his ears were now definitely a blazing pink. “Oh-“ He was frankly a little stuck for words. He’d been sat in his room for the better part of an hour rehearsing what he might say to you in his head, but now you’d come in here to apologise, with chicken no less, he didn’t really have an answer for you. “Uh- it’s okay,” he mumbled. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Before it could get too awkward however, you snickered as you heard Eric and Kevin clearly having an argument about chicken faintly through the headphones still laying next to Changmin and you thanked your lucky stars that they evidently weren’t listening to you and Changmin’s awkward exchange. “Well I promise I’ll knock next time.” Changmin chuckled, running a hand sheepishly through his hair as you moved back toward the door. “I’ll let you get back to the game if those two ever stop arguing, I’ll see you later yeah?”

Changmin nodded and said goodbye as you slipped out to return to the dining table where New sat, a mischievous glint in his eye as he grinned at you. “On a scale of 1 to Eric talking to girls, just how awkward was he?” He asked, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. “Shut up New” you scoffed as you began picking up the empty food cartons to throw in the trash. This little shit was gonna milk this out for as long as possible and you weren’t here for it. “Well at least you didn’t scream and run out this time” he bantered, only to be met with a look of pure contempt from you as he passed you one of the empty food containers. “I am this close to pouring this black bean sauce all over that new balenciaga t-shirt Chanhee” you threatened holding out a carton that had the remains of some sauce wobbling about in the bottom. Chanhee jumped back covering his shirt with his hands, knowing that it wasn’t an empty threat from another time he’d pissed you off and you threw half a cup of peach tea all over him. It was a waste of the tea, but he’d had it coming. “That’s what I thought.” You proclaimed before disappearing into the kitchen to dispose of the containers.

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On your way home your head was filled with all kinds of thoughts about what you’d unintentionally just witnessed. All you really wanted to do was relax after a long day of work and carrying heavy equipment around, but all you could think about was your name on Changmin’s lips and what the hell it meant. Was it just an accident? Or if it wasn’t, did that confirm everything that Kevin had been telling you? Did Changmin really like you? There had been an undeniable vibe between you for the past few weeks, what with the increasing amount of time you spent together and the intimate moment on the roof last night, but until this weekend, you hadn’t thought about it much, your mind largely preoccuppied with your anger towards Sunwoo.

Your mind flipped through your memories with Changmin as you sat on the tube, trying to make sense of everything, and as you did so, it dawned on you. Kevin was right. Changmin liked you. Perhaps that was even what he had tried to tell you the previous night before Jeju had abruptly cut him off. You recalled all the times Changmin had sat with you and listened to you rant about Sunwoo, the way he’d been so angry the day after that one fateful party, and how he’d always been there waiting for you with a hug when you were down. It was a wonder you’d never realised it before. Perhaps Changmin’s warm presence in your life had just become so natural you never thought anything of it, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this wasn’t just two friends looking out for eachother. No, it was more than that.

You felt a heat in your chest as you processed this revelation, trying to make sense of your own feelings. You adored Changmin, but then who didn’t? The way his dimples made him look like the sweetest angel whenever he smiled, the way his eyes lit up whenever he discovered something really interesting, the way he couldn’t stop himself from giggling even at the most inappropriate moments. It was impossible not to like him. But then not everybody knew him like you. They didn’t have your relationship. Changmin had always been there for you, even though it was Chanhee you called your best friend and Sunwoo he called his. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed – when to give you space, when to give you hugs or when to make you laugh so hard you cried. Upon reflection, there was no one who came close to making you feel as happy and comfortable as Changmin did. You couldn’t think of a single occasion he hadn’t made you smile and you slowly began to realise… Was it possible… that you liked him too?

Then the thoughts of Sunwoo swarmed your mind. Did he know Changmin was into you? No of course not. They weren’t on the best of terms right now but you imagined it would be a hell of a lot worse if he did know his best friend was infatuated with his ex-girlfriend. If anything were to happen between you and Changmin, Sunwoo would be outraged for certain. But maybe that was what he deserved. He’d lost the right to an opinion on your life when he tried to get back with you by sleeping with you when you were drunk. Although perhaps falling for his best friend was a little far…

You leaned your head back against the glass of the subway train, sighing as your mind replayed the memory of Changmin’s breathless expression as his hand gripped his manhood. You kind of wished it would stop, not wanting the embarrassment of getting so worked up in public, but you just couldn’t tear your thoughts away from it. After your newfound revelation, you were getting dangerously close to imagining what had been happening before you walked in, and what sort of things he might have been thinking of doing – you nearly missed your stop in your dazed state but thankfully the announcement pulled you out of your thoughts and you rushed to the doors just in time to hop off before they closed and the train sped off into the distance, away from you and your insurmountable dilemma.

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[arknights-imagines]

phantom for the christmas letter and gift thing?? keep up the good work btw <3

From, Phantom

Christmas Letter and Gift event

After a day that had dragged on for so long that you were almost certain it had no end, you returned to your room ready to collapse on your bed and fall asleep. However, instead of an empty room, you are greeted by a visitor; a familiar two-tailed black cat sat on your bed, staring at you expectantly.

You blink, stepping further into your room “...Miss Christine?” Her cerulean eyes look into yours, and with grace she hops from your bed and circles your ankles, rubbing her head on your legs. Before you can pet her, she quickly slips away toward your desk, jumping on your chair before sitting on your desktop.

It’s then that you notice the black envelope closed with a gold wax seal placed on your desk, hardly inconspicuous among your other white sheets of paper. The design on the seal is ornate, but doesn’t make the letter particularly showy. Still, you can tell it’s important; there’s nothing written on the front or back of the envelope, but it’s obviously addressed to you - why else would be it sitting there on your desk in the middle of the night? The real question was the sender’s identity.

You take a seat at your desk, and Miss Christine relaxes with her eyes still fixed on you as your fingers gently open the envelope; an effusive smile finds its way to your lips as your eyes recognize the neat cursive writing on the paper inside of it, and you immediately know who the letter is from.

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My dearest [name],

The Christmas season is the most wondrous time of the year for most. I’ve noticed that, like anywhere else, Rhodes Island and its residents have their own celebratory rituals for the Holidays, and for some, any sign that Christmas is near is enough to bring the brightest of smiles to their faces; perhaps it’s that way for you as well? To see you, my little kitten, grinning at the sight of snowflakes or Christmas sweets on the table in the staff lounge….just the thought brings palpitations to my heart.

In Victoria, Christmastime is celebrated very widely. Gales of laughter fill the streets and vibrant lights illuminate smiling faces; where was I during Holiday celebrations? I was on the stage, performing extravagantly with those who were part of the theatre troupe I travelled with. The shows would pertain to Christmas, of course, with revelers dancing and my voice leaving me in an almost mirthful manner; but those days have long passed.

Forgive me, little kitten. The purpose of me writing to you is not to overbear you with my dolorous thoughts.

Since Oripathy ended everything, Christmas has passed like any other shadow does; I don’t celebrate the Holidays nor have I ever particularly wished to. Until the day I encountered you.

[Name], this world and its society have lost its way. People keep themselves blinded; they ignore the shadows, and once they are forced to face them, their fate is often left unseen, hidden behind the curtain... It’s happening as we speak; Christmastime is bright, but the dark is always there, even if no one wishes to acknowledge it. Joy is ephemeral, and death arrives untimely and without clemency. Though...it was in this same blighted world that I was able to cross paths with you.

My little kitten, my [name]. The feelings you raise in me, the prospect that you don't find the dark and I unsightly...it’s all so profound. When I’m with you, something comes over me, and I wish for nothing more than to lie with you under the starry veil of the night. You are my light, you stand fearlessly in the dark and emanate warmth and safety; I don't feel imbued with darkness when you're in my company or in my thoughts. If I told you how often you occupy my mind...hm, I’ll reserve that for when we’re alone, when I can look into your eyes and hear your voice.

Returning to Christmas; people exchange gifts during Christmastime, and I felt strongly compelled to prepare a present for you...I am not familiar with Holiday traditions, so whether or not the gift I’ve bought for you is a suitable Christmas present, I’m not certain. A present to me is not simply materialistic; I hope with this gift, how much I cherish you is conveyed.

Until you're freed from your responsibilities at Rhodes Island for the Holidays, do be careful. The weather can become bitterly cold during this time of year, maybe...I should lend my cloak to you? I promise you it’s warm and comfortable.

Miss Christine and I both dearly miss you. I regret that I’m unable to express these thoughts to you in-person; I wish to have you to myself straightaway, but I will be patient and wait. After all, I’m never too far away. If you wish for me to be with you, all you need do is call me, I have told you that several times before. Little kitten, I'll always do as you wish.

Nothing is enough to express how much I truly love you, [name], but I dearly hope this letter and my present to you causes a smile to dance on your lips.

Christmastime with you, my little kitten; I hope you are anticipating it as much as I am.

Always, and forever,

Phantom

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With a grin still on your face, your eyes find Miss Christine again; the sleek black feline had made her way back to her bed whilst you were reading. Phantoms’ letter held carefully in your hand, you stand from your chair and join Miss Christine on the edge of your bed. A soft meow leaves her, and you notice she’s sat beside what looks like a wooden box - it isn't wrapped, unless the black Christmas bow stuck on the box by its adhesive backing counts as gift wrapping. Eyes curious, you remove the bow and take the box in your hands; quickly, you discover it’s not just an ordinary box, but an antique hand-crank music box.

Its dark coloured wood is lacquered, making it easy to run your fingers over its surface. It’s appearance is so elegant and lavish; every design - from the baroque esque patterns carved into the music box to the intricate details on its handle - has clearly been done by hand and with lots of care. You set the music box in your lap as Miss Christine looks on from her spot laying near your pillows, her tail flicking curiously back and forth.

Carefully, you open the lid of the music box, revealing the contraption inside; eager, you turn the handle a few times, winding the music box up before retracting your hands and allowing the song to play.

An enchanting melody composed exclusively of piano slowly fills your room. You know this tune; a long while ago, Phantom had hummed that same melody while lulling you to sleep after you had awoken from a nightmare you didn't wish to disclose the details of. He had held you close to his chest, and you could remember the sound of his voice that night like it was just yesterday. You could never possibly forget that tune, in fact, you recalled it very vividly; but you would've never thought it'd be as important to him.

When you shut your eyes, you can hear Phantom’s soothing voice singing in harmony with the ariose piano being produced from the music box. Letting a sigh leave you, your eyes slowly flutter open. As the song nears its end, your gaze is drawn back toward the music box - this time to the words written on the inside of the lid. You had been so curious in hearing the music box play its song that you hadn't even had the chance to read them;

‘Merry Christmas, little kitten. If you remember the tune the music box plays...I applaud you. I have spent many nights transforming that simple lullaby into a musical score.’ Phantom's thoughtfulness fills you with warmth, and the note continues, ‘This melody...I wish for it to be reserved for us.’ The song finally ends and your heart swells upon reading the last words of Phantom's message, ‘A song reserved for only you and I.’

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that involve a love triangle. We tried to choose fics where Louis or Harry have feelings for more than one person or have to make a choice between two or more people by the end of the fic. For each fic, we specified who the people competing for Louis’ or Harry’s heart are. We hope you enjoy all these fics. If you do, be sure to give the writers love and reblog this post! Happy reading.

1) We Are Wide Away | Explicit | 9091 words | Sequel | Harry vs. Liam

Liam watches Louis, his closed eyes, the way his skin is shining with moisture, the flutter of his lashes against his cheeks; when he looks up Harry is staring at him, watching him in turn.

2) Doesn't Have To Be A Real Thing | Explicit | 12532 words | Harry vs. Nick Grimshaw

In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. It’s totally casual – they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louis’ life?

3) Maps Can Be Poems When You're On Your Way | Not Rated | 18974 words | Harry vs. Liam

Harry falls in love with the guy his best friend is fooling around with.

4) Bloom | Explicit | 24887 words | Harry vs. OMC

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

5) If This Is It, At Least We Can End It Right | Explicit | 26369 words | Sequel | Harry vs. Zayn

Note: The first fic isn’t endgame Larry, but the second one is.

Harry breaks Louis and Zayn's there to pick up the pieces.

6) Sweet Dreams Are Made of This | Mature | 29982 words | Harry vs. Zayn

Loosely based on The Wedding Date. Inspired by 27 Dresses. Basically, Fake Boyfriend AU with a twist. Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry. General chaos and epic jealousy ensues.

7) The Blood Is Rare And Sweet As Cherry Wine | Explicit | 33569 words | Harry vs. Henry Cavill

“Sex therapy?” Louis asks, cocking an eyebrow.

To his credit, the doctor doesn’t blush, “An extremely personal and efficient form of therapy, Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Oh?”

“Should you and your husband wish to, I would be eager to help you in any way I can offer.”

8) Maybe We're Perfect Strangers | Explicit | 39849 words | Harry vs. Niall

When an EDM festival in the Caribbean touts itself as a “life-changing and transformative experience,” Harry’s not too sure he buys into it. Regardless, Harry wants nothing more than to please his best friend, so he goes along for the ride. What he doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels for the festival’s organizer who Harry discovers is also the object of his best friend’s affections.

9) With Stars Of Brightest Gold | Explicit | 41109 words | Harry vs. Henry Cavill

Louis Tomlinson is the premier courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. In his dreams, he has always wanted to be a famous stage actor. Locked into his contract, he has little means of escape until a handsome duke promises him freedom with a romantic alliance. Due to a case of mistaken identity playwright Harry Styles is thrown into the mix, compelling Louis to choose between his head or his heart.

10) Some Things Take Root | Explicit | 50269 words | Harry vs. OMC

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage. 

11) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words | Louis vs. many men

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The one where Harry dates six other guys and still falls in love with Louis Tomlinson.

12) Amazing Sin | Explicit | 56034 words | Harry vs. Liam, Louis vs. Taylor

Gears started turning in Louis’ head$. Purely mischievous gears that had Louis formulating a revenge plan against Taylor. He’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “I’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

 “This can’t be good,” Niall said, Zayn just groaned.

“So I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at Taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” Louis asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “What if I stole her boyfriend?”

13) Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is A Brand New Start | Mature | 62859 words | Harry vs. OMC

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

14) Curly Bun Man | Not Rated | 68600 words | Louis VS. OFC

I just paid for these Doritos but they're stuck in the vending machine and I know you've been waiting but I am not going to let you buy something until you help me. AU

15) This Wicked Game | Explicit | 70010 words | Louis vs. many men

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

16) You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) | Teen & Up | 102036 words | Harry vs. Nick Grimshaw, Louis vs. Luke Hemmings

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

Bridget Jones' Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it's a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

17) Blue Ice | Mature | 102967 words | Harry vs. OMC

An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for.

18) Fucking Animals | Explicit | 116687 words | Harry vs. OMC

Louis is the frontman of an equal rights-movement, author of a book about beta-omega marriage and the struggles of being born and boxed into a personality you don't necessarily feel you fit. The notion that an omega must want to be with an alpha or else he or she's just settling for less, is bullshit.

But, fucking hell.

19) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) | Mature | 119264 words | Louis vs. many people

Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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[sweetwritertanya]

Two Lines

Summary: Estranged from your boyfriend Jimin, having pushed him away to the point he stopped showing up a week before, you have made the decision to leave. You believe it was for the best, but your secret is uncovered right when you had your suitcases at the door.

Warnings: ANGSTY beginning with a fluffy SMUT resolution. This fic will contain unplanned pregnancy, so keep that in mind. Beware of: erotic body touching, fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (although reader is already pregnant, so…)

Requested: YES! An anon requested this scenario a bit ago, I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you’ll like it! Let me know if it was what you had in mind sweetie.

Word Count: 4378 (angst seems to make me write more? Or maybe it’s just lately, who knows?)

You had to give it to him, he tried. He truly tried. From day one, he knew something was wrong. The moment you started to pull away, to distance yourself from him, Jimin had tried to break through your freshly raised walls.

“Dear, just tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something? What can I do to make you feel better? Talk to me, Y/N, I’m right here” he told you, reaching for your hand at the opposite side of the table, but you retrieved it.

“Nothing’s wrong. Stop imagining things” you lied, avoiding looking in his direction at all.

And still, he kept trying. For two full weeks, Jimin kept trying to please you, bringing home gifts and your favorite foods and snacks, begging you to go out with him to the movies, to see the ones he knew you would like even if they weren’t for his taste. Every single time, you refused.

The last draw was just a few days ago. Jimin’s constant worry and persistent questions had your anxiety reaching an all-time high. You didn’t even mean it, not the way he took it. But you said it, rather yelled it at him, out of frustrations and pinned down fear.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know something is bothering you. Speak to me, I’m your boyfriend” he pleaded with you one morning, reaching over to your side of the bed and cuddling against your back as you were turned the other way.

“Just stop talking about it! You’re always too damn clingy, Jimin!” you yelled at him and got out of the bed in a jump, leaving to lock yourself in the bathroom.

When you came back out, the house was empty. It was the last time you saw him, five days ago.

The decision has been made. You had cried alone, feeling guilty and scared, in an empty bed for the last time today. It was for the best, no matter what, this would have never ended well. From past conversations, his actions, your own suspicions, you knew it was for the best. The best for both you and him.

Dating Jimin had been… a present from the universe, you decided. In a world that seemed to be against you at every twist and turn, never really having lead an easy life, meeting and falling for Jimin was the best thing that had ever happened to you. But, like everything else good you ever came across, it wouldn’t last long and you knew it.

This was where it would all end, this magical dream you had been clinging to for the past year. It never made sense anyway, for you two to meet and be together. He was a celebrity, an idol, a talented artist with the brightest future ahead and a world of possibilities. Handsome in the gentlest of ways, with an angelic voice and the kindest heart, you never once stopped being in awe at the fact that he ever loved you. A dull woman, with a past filled of heartbreak and insecurities, a plump woman at that, with a heavy body that contradicted his muscular one. A simple worker with no higher prospects in her career. What he ever saw in you, you would never know.

Part of you knew that you should tell him. That he deserved to know and have a say in it, instead of just pulling away from him and leaving as you were planning to do. But you were not brave enough to face his reaction. You were not stupid enough not to know this would ruin his life, destroy his dreams and career. So, with that in mind, you decided to keep it to yourself.

The house you both had been staying at was rented out by him. You would send him a message telling him where you left your keys once you were at the airport, and that would be the last time you two would contact each other. Ignoring the painful squeeze inside your chest, you grabbed your two suitcases and dragged them to the entrance, thinking one last time if you were forgetting something important.

It was then you remembered it. Gasping at your stupidity for almost overlooking something so important, you ran back to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. The card boxes were long thrown out without Jimin ever seeing them, but for some reason you were not able to throw away the three tests.

Shaking hands feeling around at the top shelf, hidden away behind rarely used products, you felt them and pulled them out. A lump came back as you saw the three pregnancy tests. You turned them in your hand so they all would show you the two pink lines displayed.

After a deep breath, your heart still panicking after seeing them again, you turned around and moved back to exit the house for the last time. Or so you thought.

Coming around the corner, you freeze as soon as the entrance comes back into your line of sight. With the door still half-opened behind him, there was Jimin coming in. Looking in disbelief at your two full suitcases next to the door. He raises his gaze as he hears your footsteps and his tiny eyes are as large as you have ever seen them, glassy with hurt and incredulity.

The hand that was holding the pregnancy tests hides them behind your back, but it seems futile in your mind. It was too late already. You sniff as you try your best not to cry, ignoring the feeling of your throat closing on itself, making it hard to swallow or even breathe, as well as the burning prickling behind your eyeballs.

“W-Why are your bags at the door?” Jimin asks in a high pitched trembling voice, door closing behind him.

You press your lips together, brain speeding around to try and think of what to say, how to fix this. How to keep him in the dark about it all.

“Just… going to visit my friend” you stutter out, eyes set on the ground beneath his feet.

“Stop lying!” Jimin was so angry he actually raised his voice. No matter how angry he would get with you, he always made an effort not to yell at you. But now he was making a bee-line towards you with hands in fists and watery eyes that you refused to meet. “You’ve been lying to me, haven’t you? Did you try to hurt me on purpose? Are y-you fed up with me?”

His voice cracks at that last question, stopping two feet away from you and you finally look up. You wish you didn’t, the pain behind his crying brown eyes hitting you like a wall of bricks and it makes you want to throw up.

“Never, Jimin” you whisper in a shaky breath.

“Then what has been going on?! Why are you…” He finally seems to notice you are hiding something still behind your back. “What are you hiding, Y/N?”

Closing your eyes, the first tear falls down your burning cheek and you feel like your whole body is shaking, every cell that composes you trembling heavily as your hand slowly reveals to him the secret you’ve been holding for over two weeks.

The room goes completely silent for a few moments. It’s like time stops and you don’t even dare breathing as you await for something, anything, any response. Your hesitant teary eyes slowly glance up towards Jimin’s face, searching for his reaction. You see him stoic as a statue, his full red lips parted, thin shiny eyes set on the tests in your hand and eyebrows slightly pulled together. His ears, cheeks and nose were red from the unsuccessful effort of his to not cry.

When he talks again, it’s much calmer than you expected, in a lower register than when he was angry at you and yelling.

“What does it mean?” he questions, not moving his eyes from your hand. “Two lines, what does it mean?”

He already knew, he had to. What else could make you leave if not what he was already thinking? But he always doubted himself, especially when it came to important things like this. Even if the answer was obvious, if it was easy to connect the dots, Jimin doubted himself and needed to hear you saying it. He needed the confirmation.

You take a breath that seems to hurt your lungs as it fills them, before answering him.

“I’m pregnant, Jimin” you finally confess.

It’s like the enormity of it catches up to you only then, the overwhelming anxiety you’ve been living with, your deep buried dread, they all rush to the surface and you drop the tests in order to hide your crunching face behind your chubby hands, crying profusely.

“I’m p-pregnant, J-Jimin! I-I’m s-so sorry…! I k-know you d-don’t!... You d-don’t want ch-children right now, I k-know, I’m s-”

Two strong hands wrap around your wrists tightly, pulling them down from your face as he pugnaciously crashes his full sensual lips against yours. You try to pull away, but one of his hands moves to the back of your neck to keep you in place while the other grips your wrist so forcefully that it hurts. Your free hand hits him in the chest, the arm, the shoulder, anywhere it reaches, but Jimin remains unfazed and you see in between your half open eyes the deep furrow of his eyebrows as he keeps covering your lips fierce fully.

Your hand pulls at the fabric of his sweater, trying to pull him away from you, only for the feathered touch of his tongue at the corner of your stubbornly closed lips leading you to give up. Your body stops pulling away and the hand that was pushing him is now grasping at his back, dragging him closer and you part your lips for him.

Feeling you finally giving in has Jimin release a shuddering breath of relief before he deepens the kiss, pulling your lush body to him until your chest is flushed against his, your legs intertwined with his and arms around his middle. The hand he kept on your wrist moves to your back as he keeps his other one at the side of your head, cradling it as he keeps kissing you, silencing the words he fears hearing once he stops.

Heads rotating against one another as the kiss continues, you taste his tears and sorrows as the air around you thickens. The thought that this might be the last kiss you’ll have with him makes you cling to him desperately, memorize every single detail, from his sea foam scent to the warmth of his hands, to the way he holds you incredibly close, the way he brushes his lips into your mouth that has your skin prickling and the swirl of his tongue around yours that agglomerates heat at the pit of your stomach. If you could stop time, you would stay in this moment forever.

But, as you have learned, nothing lasts forever. Especially the good things in life. It is you that puts a stop to it first.

“Ji… Jimin” you call as you slowly pull away from his chasing lips.

He hides his face in the curve of your neck, and you feel the moisture of the fallen tears in his cheeks against your skin.

“You can’t leave. I won’t let you” his raspy soft voice declares. His arms are firmly wrapped around your middle, hands clawing at the flesh of your back keeping you close. “I don’t care if I annoy you by being this clingy, I’m not letting you go.”

The hurt in his voice as he said it made you realize that was probably what pained him the most and what kept him away the past few days.

“You’re not clingy, Jimin. And you could never annoy me, I’m sorry I said that” you apologize, resting your head against the side of his. “But I still need to go. I can’t stay and ruin your life like this Jimin, I refuse.”

He lifts his head at that, dark red eyes looking with confusion at you.

“But you are not ruining my life, Y/N” he assures.

“We talked about this before, haven’t we? This relationship… we would just see where it goes, no compromises. And you stated before, that you don’t want children. Not right now, at least. So, I’ll just-”

“Silly girl” he interrupted, arms letting go of your middle so he can kiss your forehead and wrap them around your head, pulling you to rest it on his chest as he cradles you.

“Jimin…” you say in a warning tone. Delaying the inevitable would only hurt you even more in the long run. You just wanted to get over this part, the hardest part.

“You are not ruining my life, Y/N. You’re giving me a new one, in fact” he points out, arms holding you tighter as you hear a soft chuckle. “I can’t believe it. I’m gonna have a child…”

You pull away from his embrace with confusion written all over your face. Even with his flushed face from the crying, he breaks into an easy grin and places both of his hand on your puffy cheeks, leaning down as he stares into your eyes.

“All those things I said and thought at the beginning… They all changed when I said I love you, Y/N. Ever since I’ve realized how strong my feelings for you have gotten, I can’t see my future without you in it. I’m committed to you, to us, and even if I didn’t plan to have children this soon, if I were to have a baby, it would be with you. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m not leaving you over this, so don’t leave me either. Please.”

The sincerity in his gaze and the warmth of his words make your eyes swell up with tears all over again, the repressed images your brain had conjectured before of you holding a tiny baby in your arms, with Jimin smiling brightly next to you, creeping back up even if everything seems too good to be true.

“Are… Are you sure, Jimin?” you can’t help but ask.

“Absolutely” he answers in a heartbeat.

Smiling smooth lips come back to cover yours and this time you offer no resistance. Your mind feels like its floating from the sheer relief of it all, your heart jumps with joy in your chest at the thought of starting a family with the most wonderful man the world could have offered you. Your hands move over his muscular back to grasp at his shoulders and pull him closer to you, yearning for the feeling of him close like you thought you would never have him again.

Slow deep kisses move from your lips to your soft jaw, down your neck and play around your left ear, shivers running up your spine and the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. His hands are feeling up and down your body as your torsos move slightly from side to side, as if you were dancing. You don’t realize he is moving you across the room until your lower back hits the back of the couch.

Even over your clothes and the bra, the feeling of Jimin’s hand squeezing your breast has you gasping and craving more. His mouth comes back up to find yours as his hands slip underneath your clothes and feel up your malleable skin, from the sides of your stomach to your back. Your hands seem to mimic his, going under his sweater and tracing over his muscles with your fingertips, stretching your hands against the expanse of his back and loving the way his skin trembles.

When both his hands come down and roughly squeeze the flesh of your ass cheeks, it’s like a jolt of electricity runs to your core and you bite down on his puffy lips as you moan. It had been way too long since you two have been like this, ever since you found out you were pregnant. You missed this feeling more than anything in the world.

Jimin seemed to have the same feeling, as one of your legs got in between his and you felt the bulge inside his tight jeans against your upper thigh. Kissing down his neck, you rub your leg against him some more, adoring the hisses and choked breaths that he releases.

“Y-Y/N, stop, if you keep doing that- Ahh!...” He jumps like he got electrified and his body falls to yours as one of his hands claws at the back of the couch, the other still firmly gripping your abundant ass.

“I don’t wanna stop. I missed this. Missed you” you tell him against the skin of where his neck met his shoulder, repeating the same motion with your leg while your hands hurried to unbuckle his belt.

“I missed you too, dear. So, so much” he reciprocates.

When you manage to undo his belt, your hands are pulled away from him as he pulls your shirt away from you, leaving your upper body clad only in your bra. His lips immediately attach themselves to the skin between your breasts, nipping and lapping at the softness available. Your nails scratch at the sides of his clothed biceps as you take in the feeling, his fluffy hair tickling your skin. Jimin’s hands clasp at your waist and you feel them pulling down your pants, trying to take them off.

You help him by stepping out of the pants, realizing that your panties had been pulled with one of the legs of the trousers, leaving them hanging above one of your knees. You would have taken them off if not for the sudden feeling of Jimin’s fingers exploring up your fluffy inner thighs, diving into the pooling center that awaited him. You mewl at the first contact with the bundle of nerves at the front of your womanhood, only to gasp loudly as he takes no time burying his fingers into your tight entrance.

“J-Jimin, be gentle!” you ask of him, walls clasping on to his fingers.

“I’m still angry at you for trying to leave me like this. I want to punish you for that” he admits, kissing up your neck. But when he pulls away and you see his face, there was nothing but love there. “But I’ll be gentle, dear. For our baby.”

He catches your smile with his lips, at the same time he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, the tightness of your muscles increasing with every movement of his hand on you. You kiss him back in between whimpers and moans, his mischievous tongue knowing exactly how to bring out the lewdest sounds from you.

Your hands kept yourself steady against his arms, the leg that was in between his being used by him to relieve some of the pressure for himself, as you felt Jimin rubbing his hardening erection against your thigh at the same rhythm of his fingers inside of you.

“More, Jimin… I want more” you whisper into his ear hotly.

“I thought you’d never ask” he replied.

The movement of his hips stops as he retrieves his digits, only to drop his trousers and boxers down to his knees and getting in between your thighs. You sit yourself carefully at the top of the headboard of the couch, biting your lip as you see his girth flushed and throbbing for you.

Positioning himself in between your legs, Jimin plunges in with the swiftest of moves of his hips, filling you up and stretching you out in the most wonderful of ways. Your back arches at the feeling and you almost fall back into the pillows of the couch, if not for Jimin’s hand coming around to your back and pulling you to his covered chest.

“Be careful, you can’t fall” he warns with a strict voice, contradicting the sweet kisses he left at the skin of your round shoulders.

Wrapping your legs and arms around him, chest pressed into his, you smile as you press your forehead to his and close your eyes.

“I guess I’m the clingy one, aren’t I?”

One of his hands leaves your back to cup your left cheek, your eyes opening to see a sad and urgent look on his face that pulled at your heart strings.

“Never try to leave again. Don’t go away, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

His pained voice and vulnerable stare creates another lump at your throat and you find yourself shaking your head, your hands cradling his face in between them.

“No, no. I won’t. I won’t. I promise” you try to comfort him.

“Don’t leave me. Stay with me, Y/N. I love you, stay with me.”

His hips start moving then and it becomes harder to think straight. He hid his face in your neck, so you just wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer, legs locking at the ankles behind his upper thighs. Your keep promising you won’t leave, but he keeps begging you to stay, as if not hearing you or just not believing you.

At the same time his urgency escalates, so do his thrusts get deeper and faster, your slick flesh walls enveloping him tighter and tighter as your pulse quickens, thrills shooting up your spine as you feel the head of his member brushing a delicate spot. Your legs around his waist tense up with the rest of your body, gusts of pure pleasure sweeping through when he reached the deepest he could go with his plunges. There’s white noise overpowering any other sound in your ears as your brain feels like its melting from the consuming heat, so you can’t be sure Jimin is still asking you to stay, but you keep promising you will. Through loud moans and breathy whimpers, you promise to stay with him forever.

Then he sucks at a particular sensitive spot of your neck at the same time his hand moves from your wide waist down enough you puffy lower stomach so that his thumb presses against your aching clit, and that finally makes the string that was keeping you together snap. You cry out his name as white hot flashes tear through you and you burst like fireworks, your whole body trembling in the throes of bliss.

In the midst of your ecstasy, you feel Jimin’s thrusts losing focus and his body jolts and burns as his girth jerks inside of your clenching walls, emptying himself in you. He breathes heavy and rests his forehead on your shoulder as his hands go back around your waist, keeping you close.

One of your hands steadies yourself on the couch, the other patting the back of his neck as he catches his breath. You were both hot and sweaty, you almost naked if not for the bra and the panties around your right knee, while he was almost fully clothed, only with his jeans and boxers now fallen down to his ankles.  Your butt was starting to hurt from the awkward position you were sited on the headboard of the couch, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain when Jimin was still holding so tenderly.

“Promise me” he murmurs lowly.

“I won’t leave, Jimin” you answer, thinking you knew what he was referring to.

“Not just that” he explains, lifting his head so you can see his worried eyes again. “No matter how bad things may get, no matter how angry you get at me, don’t push me away. Don’t pull away from me like this, okay? Promise me.”

Your eyes glanced at the packed suitcases by the main door and you couldn’t help but wonder how he must have felt, coming home after so long and seeing them. How he would have felt if you had already left like you intended to. You were so sure things were over between the two of you, you never questioned how much it would hurt him if he still loved you. All you focused on was your own hurt and fears.

“Never again, Jimin. I promise.” And you meant it.

He pulls away from you only to pulls his trousers back up, bend down and pick up one of your pregnancy tests still on the floor from when you dropped them. A look of wonder and amazement still clouds his eyes as he sees it.

“Two lines… Just two lines changed everything.”

You get back on your feet, pull you panties up your legs and grab the other two tests, joining your hands with his as you both stare at the lines on all of them.

“How did you feel? When you saw them the first time” he questioned calmly.

“Scared” you answered truthfully. “Very scared.”

He grabbed your free hand and kissed your cheek.

“But not anymore, right?” You smile and shake your head.

“No, not anymore. I’m happy now that you’re here.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way. C’mon, let’s get a shower and get ready” he decided, pulling at your hand to go with him down the corridor.

“Ready for what?” you ask confused.

“For the doctor’s, of course. And we should probably start buying some things, time goes by quickly during pregnancy, I’ve heard. Also, we need to tell the members and the label. There is no way I’m going anywhere out of the country any time soon. Do you think Namjoon knows anything about pregnancy? Maybe he has a book I can borrow… Oh, let’s just go by the bookstore and pick up a few, how about that?”

And you just hear him go on and on, a smile tugging at your lips and the still fresh sense of pure relief making you want to cry every other moment. Thank God you turned back to grab the forgotten pregnancy tests, allowing Jimin to come home before you left. Thank God for those two lines, that erased those pesky doubts that this relationship was going to end like everything else good in your life did. For once, the universe was being good to you.

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