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eatdrinkandraisealittlehell · 3 years

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The package arrived at Sam’s front door on Dean’s birthday.

It was unaddressed, unmarked at all except for the three letters of his name scrawled in black marker on the top. His wife brought it in to him in the kitchen, having almost tripped on it as she’d been leaving for work. She handed him the package, reminded him to eat something, kissed him with a look of sympathy when he mustered only a faint reassurance, and left him in peace for the day.

In the ensuing silence of the little kitchen, Sam shook himself, determined not to wallow in grief no matter how easy it would be. He wasn’t really conscious of what he was doing, just desperate for some sort of distraction, as he used a small knife to cut through the packaging tape holding the cardboard secure. He mostly expected the box to contain something from work, some stack of papers some colleague had dropped off for him to go over; it was possible but less likely that it was something related to his other Job. Hunters still called for advice these days, letters and packages sometimes arrived full of case info or random objects for him to examine, but that was becoming less and less common as the months went on, as word travelled that the great Sam Winchester was officially retired. That part of his life was over now, had been since That Night. He tried not to think about it for too long, especially today when Dean would’ve been another year older.

A folded sheet of paper sat on top of the pile of foam peanuts. When Sam unfolded it, he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and could only stare in frozen shock for a moment at the handwritten message.

Please don’t be afraid. I’m taking care of him until you’re together again. You can do this. I think these will help until it’s over. I still love you.

-Jack

Tears were already glinting in Sam’s eyes when he dropped the note and dug with shaking hands into the foam peanuts, flinging a few to the floor to join the little paper. His fingers grasped a rectangular object and he pulled it out, only to find himself staring dumbly in disbelief.

The single word printed dramatically across the front was a little unnerving, considering the near-tragedy Chuck’s writings had entailed. But this wasn’t a lame paperback book, and the figures on the cover weren’t crappy, cartoony renditions of him and Dean pasted on by a low-budget publishing company; they were real—photoshopped so that they were smoothed of all flaws and tinted an eerie cool blue, but real people nonetheless.

It was his own face, from maybe fifteen or sixteen years ago, when his hair fell in unkempt bangs across his forehead and his eyes still held some innocence of youth. But it was the other face that had Sam staring, biting his tongue unconsciously and forgetting to breathe.

Dean.

It was Dean’s face looking directly at him from this impossible DVD cover, his brows slightly furrowed in that familiar intense stare and his scruff-peppered jaw set strong like his shoulders. He was younger too in this image, so much younger, when he barely knew himself yet or what he was capable of, but still he was just like Sam remembered him. It was difficult even to look at the pictures he kept of Dean, shoved into a shoebox in the top of his closet, but somehow this picture held no pain for him to see. Maybe it was the shock of it all, but all Sam could feel was some strange sort of knee-buckling relief.

Across the top were the words, “THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON,” with a “2” standing out for clarity. The background was tinted that same deathly blue-green color with a cross-shaped gravestone visible between their shoulders. The Impala—which was now tucked safely away in his garage, never used—was centered in the bottom of the picture, headlights cutting through the misty darkness.

Sam’s hands were trembling so much he could hardly even maintain his hold on the object as he flipped it over, eyes skimming frantically over a melodramatic description of what “Season 2” entailed, along with a brief outline of “Special Features,” before settling on the smaller print at the bottom. The names “Jensen Ackles” and “Jared Padalecki” screamed a memory at him of a weird parallel-universe misadventure from long ago, but it was the pictures here that caught his attention too.

His own eyes were turned inky black in one image, an apparent ghost girl in glowing light in another, and Dean…oh, god, Dean, again. In one picture his nose was bleeding from a fight. In another he stood looking into the camera again, positioned in front of Sam, arms crossed over his chest.

Sam tossed the DVD onto the counter and dug around desperately in the box again, this time pulling out the ninth season, featuring a sky of falling angels and Cas in the background behind himself and Dean. Then he found season twelve, the cover image bordered in flames around them (and Cas and Crowley) looking far cooler than they really were in all-black with the silhouettes of trees behind them. He pulled out box set after box set, until finally he had a pile of fifteen in all on the counter and a floor full of foam peanuts at his feet.

He tried to fight it—he really did—but he was home alone where no one could see to question the intensity of his reaction. So as he gazed with overwhelming emotion at the gift Jack had given him on today of all days, he finally let the tears spill over and the first tiny sob broke the long silence. He had to grasp the counter for balance with one hand as his hair fell in his eyes, and the other hand splayed over all the DVD box sets he could touch at once, his fingertips tracing Dean’s face on the Season 4 cover.

He wasted no time stumbling to his living room, barely able to see through the tears as he shoved the first disk in the player, barely able to press the “Play” button on the remote. He watched with bated breath as the first few scenes danced over his TV screen, again in awe at how impossible this should be. His dad, his mom, himself as an infant, Dean as a small child, Jess, faces of friends he hadn’t even thought about in decades now—they were all here, all recorded permanently on this disk from another world Jack had apparently restored just for him.

Then Dean was there, the Dean he remembered, and the sight of him all young and brash and leather-clad and absolutely ridiculous was like seeing the sun for the first time in months.

“I must’ve stood outside your dorm for hours,” the words flitted across his memory from That Night, and he laughed and cried at the same time as the Dean on the screen drawled, “I was lookin’ for a beer.”

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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For the au prompt event can I requst a fantasy!au Shinsou with the prompt "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" please!

thank you for the request!! 💖

↳ shinsou hitoshi x reader → remember

event: au prompt event summary: shinsou hitoshi was an assassin sent to kill you but he didn’t and your trying to figure out why. word count: 2,479 tags/warnings: fantasy!au, light angst, happy ending a/n: this was a fun idea and it was kind of hard to fit it in to a one-shot

Was Shinsou an assassin sent to kill you? Yes. Were you sort of friends at the moment? Maybe. Friends was probably too strong of word to use for him but he wasn’t trying to kill you at the moment so that was good.

You were a princess, next in line to rule. You had been traveling to another kingdom to meet your betrothed when you were attacked. It had happened so quickly. The strange purple-haired man had a blade to your neck but he hesitated. You weren’t quite sure why he stopped but you weren’t complaining.

Somehow this all lead to you traveling home with this assassin. With his change of heart, he decided to escort you back to your kingdom. Unfortunately, you were a very long way from home so this would be a long journey.

Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. You weren’t looking forward to seeing your home. The pressures of being royalty were simply not for you. You would prefer to live a peaceful and simple life. But you were stuck in a world where you would be a leader and not only that but you’d be wed to a man you didn’t even know. All of it was terrible.

At first, your travels were stale with this assassin. He barely talked to you and would hardly look at you. This left you with the sound of your footsteps and whatever sounds the forest made.

Sometimes you would take in his features, his pale skin and the scars that marred it.

“So, been an assassin for a long time?” You asked trying to break the silence. You were tired of being stuck in your thoughts of what awaited you at home.

“None of your business.” He said simply.

“Just trying to make small talk.” You huffed.

“I don’t do small talk.” He replied.

“No small talk, just murder.” You retorted.

“I didn’t murder you.” He said shooting you a glare.

Okay, so small talk wasn’t going to work. You ended up counting the trees to keep yourself busy but there were too many trees so you gave up on that.

“I spy, something green.” You said after another hour of silence.

“I’m not playing a child’s game.” He said.

“Oh come on all this walking is so boring.” You said.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have a pretty carriage for you or a white pony, princess.” He said.

“It’s not the walking it’s just the silence.” You said. "I used to have a white pony, her name was Snowflake. She was such a good girl." You reminisced about your childhood horse.

Shinsou just looked at you with an odd stare.

“It was that tree, by the way.” You said answering the game you had tried to start earlier.

There was a lot of walking through forests, it all started to blend in together. Some days you sang until he told you to shut up. Others you attempted asking him questions to be shot down. Sometimes you would just start telling a story since that required no response. He would eventually get annoyed with that.

One night you sat around the campfire he created, keeping yourself warm in the harsh cold. Watching the flames dance you imagined a life where you could live in a small cabin far from others, tend to your own crops and animals, and simply enjoy life. Maybe even share it with someone else.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You asked breaking the silence.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied not sparing a glance.

“It feels like it’s a little bit of my business. You know if you hadn’t spared me I’d be a dead body floating down a river right now.” You said.

“That’s not how you dispose of a body.” He scoffed.

“I’m not sure that’s what I wanted to hear but I’ll take it since it’s the first thing you’ve said that’s not ‘it’s none of your business’ or ‘shut up’.” You said.

Slowly but surely he slowly opened up. Maybe opening up wasn't the most accurate phrase for it but he would let you sing a song as you walked. Sometimes he would answer one of your dumb questions.

One day you were walking along the dirt path leading you to the next town when you started talking about your kingdom. You hadn’t been thinking much about what you were saying but you got on the topic of your role as princess.

“You know, I don’t even want to be queen.” You rambled on. “I don’t want to marry some random guy I’ve never met, I don’t want the responsibility of leading people. Sometimes I just want to run off and never look back.” You sighed.

“What?” You were shocked at the sudden interest that Shinsou showed.

“Hmm?” You hadn’t expected that he was listening. “I was just saying I don’t want to be queen.”

“But you have to.” He said seriously. You hadn’t expected that either.

“I mean who’s gonna stop me if I don’t go back?” You shrugged. “What’s the difference between that and me being dead?”

Shinsou was silent but despite the fact, he was hard to read, you could tell he was deep in thought.

It was yet another day traveling home, you were close maybe a few days out now. You felt nauseous. You didn’t want to go home to a life you hated. You wanted choices, you wanted freedom.

You weren’t expecting the sudden attack. You were tackled to the ground and fear seized you as you looked at your attacker. He wasn’t on you for long, Shinsou ripping him off you. You watched helplessly as he fought off the attacker along with three others that had been apart of the group.

You hated that you couldn’t help, you hated being so helpless. You let out a gasp of horror as a blade sliced against Shinsou’s side. Even with the wound, he fought them off with a lot less trouble than you expected someone to fight four people by themself.

“You’re hurt.” You said going to his side.

“I’m fine, let’s get out of here.” He said, waving away your concern before grabbing you by the shoulder as he gripped at his side.

After insisting he finally gave in and stopped at a local tavern that doubled as an inn. You wanted to help bandage him up and let him get rest. Once you were in the room you sat him down, you reached for the pack you had with first aid. Worry filled you at the sight of the blood that had soaked through his clothes.

“You don’t have to, I can do it myself.” He said.

“You got hurt defending me, I’m not going to sit here.” You huffed. “I already didn’t help in the first place.”

The last thing you were expecting was for him you grab your chin tilting your gaze from his wound to his eyes.

“I’ll always protect you.” He said in a soft tone that had your heart skipping a beat.

Not a moment after Shinsou’s eyes fluttered shut and he fell back onto the bed unconscious. Okay, maybe that was the last thing you expected in retrospect.

You panicked for a moment before you reached for his side pulling aside cloth to look at his wound. It didn’t look right, it was foaming. It hit you, you had read it in a book once, the blade had poison on it.

You recalled a night a few weeks ago where you had been poking through his bag, he had vials of poison himself as well as antidotes. Thanking yourself for your curiosity you dug into his bag looking for the vile.

Shinsou was now shaking and convulsing on the bed and fear gripped you even stronger now. You couldn't lose him.

Pressing it to his lips you tilted his head so he could drink the antidote. Once it was all gone you pulled him onto the bed fully before starting to tend to his wound.

The antidote was working, his body stilled and his breathing evened out. His body was burning up but you assumed that that was part of the poison leaving his body. You hoped that you had done everything right.

After you cleaned and dressed the wound you pulled off the outer layers of his clothing so he would be more comfortable. He was sweating, touching his forehead you could feel he had a fever. You went down to the tavern to retrieve water.

You sat at his bedside, dabbing his forehead with water and doing whatever you could to help him be more comfortable. Watching his unconscious form you appreciated how handsome he was even looking sickly as he did right now. You had stared at him before but he would usually catch you and it almost felt like he didn’t sleep considering you only ever saw him awake and on guard when you set up camp. But now you could take in his peaceful features.

His long purple hair that rested against his shoulders, his sharp cheekbones, and the darkness under his eyes that was oddly attractive.

It was a hard thing to admit to yourself but you had slowly grown close to this man along your travels. It may have taken a while to get him to talk but once you did you weren’t expecting his dry sense of humor or the soft tone he took with you when you did something that could get you hurt.

Shinsou stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning. You cleaned the cloth off in the cool water and dabbed it on his forehead.

“Princess.” He mumbled out and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Shinsou, how are you feeling?” You asked leaning foreword to hear his quiet words.

“Princess, I can’t go I have to clean out the stables.” He said. Your eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about?

“What are you talking about?” You questioned.

“I’m sorry princess, next time.” He said softly.

Suddenly you were pulled into a memory. You were young, maybe around ten years old. The boy in the stables with the purple hair and the soft eyes that matched. Oh, how you loved how gentle he was with horses, how he talked to you in that soft voice of his. He was so kind-hearted.

You spent so much time with him, talking to him, telling him stories, singing. You always wanted him to go with you to the forest and explore and run around. But he always had to work, even when you asked your father to let him have the day he refused and said you shouldn’t be hanging out with such a lowly servant. It didn’t stop you, you spent every day there with him for years.

Oh, how you fell in love with the sweet boy, Hitoshi. As you got older you both planned to run away far away from it all and get married. You could live a life free from your family and the things that kept you apart.

But one day he was gone, you went to your father only to find out that he had him sent away. You cried and cried for weeks, heartbroken at the loss. You looked for him but there was no trace of him anywhere. You missed him so dearly.

How had you not realized sooner? How did it take this to make you realize your lost love was in front of your eyes the whole time.

“Hitoshi?” You said, tears welling in your eyes.

This pulled him from his feverish dream. His eyes snapped opened and focused on you.

“You remember?” He asked cautiously.

“I don’t know how I could forget you, ‘Toshi.” Your tears broke and rolled down your cheeks. You moved forward, perching on the side of the bed so you could pull him into your arms as carefully as possible.

You tucked your face into his shoulder and his arms pulled you in.

“It’s okay princess, I’m here now.” He said, stroking your back.

After a few moments of resting in his arms, you pulled back looking into his purple gaze.

“Let’s run away together, I don’t want to return. Let’s run away from it all like we talked about when we were kids.” You said.

“We’re not kids anymore, we’re adults and we have responsibilities now.” He replied in a stern tone.

“Oh yeah, like murdering people?” You bit back, pulling away from him.

How could he say that after finding each other after all this time? You could finally be together.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through!”

“How am I supposed to know you just disappeared!” You shouted back. “You were gone and I was so alone, I couldn’t find you no matter where I looked!”

“Your father sent me away, he sent me to an assassin’s guild. They trained me to be some kind of monster. I realized what real life was like, not like the little fantasies we dreamed of. How am I supposed to be worthy of someone like you with all the blood on my hands? How could you ever love me?”

You stared at him in disbelief. How could he think that?

“You’ll always be that boy in the stables that I loved nothing could change that.” You said softly. It didn’t matter what he had done you could work past it. “You don’t have to kill people anymore, we can both leave our lives behind and start fresh.”

Shinsou started deep into your eyes, his own eyes filling up with tears.

“That sounds nice.” He said.

Shinsou leaned up, minding his wounds, pulling you in before pressing a kiss against your lips. You were shocked for a moment before melting into it and wrapping your arms around him.

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" He said as he pulled back taking in your red cheeks.

“No, no reason at all.” You teased. He gave you that smirk that you loved so much and it was easy to imagine the boy you fell in love with even with the scars he had now.

“Let’s get some rest.” He said pulling you down to the bed with him, holding you firmly in your arms.

“Tomorrow is the start of the rest of our lives.” You whispered into his ear unable to hold back the smile on your face.

As you laid there wrapped up in his arms listening to the soft music that drifted from the tavern below it was easy to imagine the rest of your life with Hitoshi.

A small house secluded away from the harsh realities of your past. A warm fireplace to sit next to in his arms with a warm drink. A life free from what you were both born into. A life made on your own terms.

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #my writing #au prompt event #starri-night

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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I Hate That I’m Afraid to Love You (9)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst, Hurt /Confort , Suggestive, Fluff, College Au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Au, REALLY Slow burn, Love Square (?)

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Han X OC

WC: ~ 5K

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Warnings (general*): Language, Mentions of (Physical abuse, Death/ Loss of Loved One, Child Abandonment/Neglect, Divorce, Toxic Parents, Cancer, Mental disorder, Anxiety Attack, Alcohol, Food), Suggestiveness (?)

Notes: I won’t lie. I didn’t reviewed the last part lol Sorry, guys. But good news! I’m writing the chap 12 and things are going smoothly /o/

Updates: I’ll update it once a week [Tuesdays] because I still have to write the chapters to come and review the ones I already wrote

Tagging: @aliceu @thatrandomoneinthecorner

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You have never seen the Gym so damn crowded before.

You tried to make your way to the front seats ─ a difficult task as people didn’t seem to have a clue the bloody chairs were made to sit down ─ groaning as you got stuck between some people in the way, struggling to get past them. You turned your head around as you felt someone tap on your shoulder, searching who the hell thought it was a good time for chatting right now.

“I think I’m going to buy something” Paris yelled for you to listen, and you nodded to let her know you understood it. You watched her going back to where you just came from, shaking your head in disbelief as you wondered how she could put up with taking this route twice. Hyunjin pushed you softly, pleading eyes screaming he wanted to go to the seats as soon as possible, all those people around upsetting him.

“I swear to god I’m never coming with you ever again” He whined, holding your shoulder to not lose you in the crowd. You chuckled, pushing people around until you felt it was easier to walk through the aisle.

“Oh, I think I see Han” You mentioned surprised, stretching your neck to get a better view. Hyunjin followed your gaze, his height allowing him to see way better than you. He nodded, curving to get closer to your ear as he yelled his confirmation, letting you know that the small guy you saw next to a huge older man was indeed Han.

“Maybe it’s a scout or something? Should we go to him right now?” You mused, and Hyunjin shrugged, finally getting space to walk beside you and letting go of your shoulder.

“There’s just one way to know” He said before getting both hands cupping his mouth as he screamed, “Hey, Han!” The shout startled him, making him look through the crowd to spot who was yelling his name. You could see his eyes lit up as he spotted you, a bright smile spreading on his face as he waved his hand eagerly.

The man followed his gaze to spot you and Hyunjin; giving a bright smile that seemed exactly the same as Han’s. He waved more discretely, and you wondered if you ever saw him and just didn’t recognize him. You made your way to them, now far more easily than back to the entrance, which allowed you to quickly make your way down the stairs.

“Hey!” You smiled, clasping your hand with his as you pulled him to a half-hug, patting his back affectionately as you did “Prepared to humiliate those losers?” He chucked, letting go of your hand and straightening himself as the older man laughed wholeheartedly to your encouragement.

“That’s how you do it!” He approved, extending his hand to shake yours. You took a look at him, his obvious resemblance to Han didn’t let any doubt but he said it anyway “I’m his father” then smiled at you just like Han does. You smiled back, squeezing his hand politely but firmly, getting a proud smile as an answer “Nice handshake” He praised, and somehow you felt proud of it.

“Thank you, Sir” He chuckled, letting go of your hand to shake Hyunjin’s hand, seeming to approve of him too as he hummed satisfied “I’m Y/N and this is my friend” You pointed to Hyunjin, knowing you would get a jeer if you said they were friends.

“Oh, friends, I see…” He said suggestively looking at you and Hyunjin with a small smile “I never saw you on the photos he sends me” He admitted, looking at Hyunjin in wonder “Now, you are always there” He smiled fondly at you “I heard a lot about you and Paris from Champ! Didn’t she come?” He asked curiously, looking around.

“Champ?” Hyunjin blurted out, laughing and sending a teasing look to Han who just groaned, kicking his father’s leg lightly.

“Dad!” He hissed, making you laugh. His father laughed along, head-locking him and ruffling his hair as if he was a kid, letting him go as he looked all serious at Hyunjin, who quickly recomposed himself and stood straight, clearly afraid of his father.

“Is that a problem, buddy?” He asked intimidatingly, for which Hyunjin shook his head eagerly. Han’s father was way taller than him and maybe a head taller than Hyunjin. He wasn’t really build up but he was really fit for what you could imagine was his age; a large chest and defined arms suggested he kept up with some exercise routines.

He kept his glare at Hyunjin for a few moments, deadpanned, before breaking into a fit of laughter, patting his shoulder playfully and wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. You noticed Han trying to hide his smile, looking away, nudging him as you shared a knowing look and broke into a fit of giggles.

“Calm down, son” His father said to Hyunjin, smiling brightly. You chuckled as Hyunjin visibly relaxed, shoulders dumping and a relieved sigh leaving his lips “So Paris didn’t come?” He asked again, seeming disappointed, and you were fast to shake your head.

“She came! She just went to buy something” You explained hurriedly, looking around “She should be here at any minute…” You mused, starting to worry about her. Paris wasn’t exactly the best at finding seats or remembering her way. You glanced around for a few more seconds before returning your gaze reluctantly at them “Well… Anyway… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir” You smiled politely.

“No, that’s my pleasure!” He waved his hand dismissively “I’m happy to know my Champ made some good friends here” He smiled proudly, looking at Han fondly. You fought back a smile, finding endearing how much affection you could see in his eyes “I didn’t think I could make it today… I had to ask a friend to cover for me at work but I couldn’t be happier! Meet Champ’s friends and see him playing here!” His eyes shone, kinda glossy, and you noticed how his voice faltered for a bit “I couldn’t be more proud” He added, emotional.

“You should be! Our team has been winning all the matches until now! Han doesn’t let a single ball hit the ground on his watch” You joked, getting a loud laugh from his father. You saw in the corners of your eyes how Han shrunk, embarrassed by your input, fighting back a smile as he rubbed his own arm, looking away.

“Well! I didn’t expect any less from my Champ!” He bragged as he laughed, pulling Han closer with one arm, his hand on his shoulder shook him a little bit, all proud, and you frowned as soon as you realized how nervous Han seemed to get “He’s following my steps” His father added, and you raised your brows, surprised “I was a player here too! This very same championship got me into a Team!”

Oh… So that was it.

Han was nervous about the match, obviously, and his father being a player couldn’t help either. You glanced at him, seeing how he seemed tense: Brows furrowing, head almost buried between his shoulders, lips pursed and eyes holding so many thoughts that for a moment you wondered if it really was Han.

You never saw him this worried before.

You opened your mouth to say something ─ anything that could help him to relax a bit ─ but your train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud Paris. You turned around; spotting Paris with a huge foam glove that could have easily at least twice her head size, a big #1 hanging from the index foam finger. You checked for the other reactions, glancing to see if they thought it was as random as you thought.

Hyunjin burst out laughing, hiding his face behind his hand, trying to not seem rude as he laughed his ass off at the sight. Han widened his eyes and arched his brows, surprised by the huge glove and the happiest Paris he ever saw, striding your way too much excited with her new accessory wobbling in the air. Han’s father fought back a smile, looking at you knowingly before looking at his own son.

“So… Is she your girlfriend?” He asked suggestively before Paris got close enough to hear it. You held back your laugh, looking at how flustered Han got, blushing as he straightened up, and shooting you some desperate looks before turning back to his dad.

“W-What?! Of course not!” It was like he just hit puberty ─ voice sounding high pitched and strangled ─, and his eyes went wide as he answered his father in shock “She’s just a friend! What the hell, dad?!” He floundered, nervous, and it was impossible not to laugh at him. You nudged Hyunjin, happy to see Han embarrassed like this to the thought of dating Paris.

They were so cute!

Hyunjin smiled knowingly as he looked at you, blinking and rolling his eyes as if he couldn’t believe your enthusiasm about something as simple as Han getting flustered. He wouldn’t understand! It was like your ship was sailing right in front of your eyes after a long time. You deserved that happiness and they did too!

“What is it? Family reunion?” Minho’s voice dragged you out of your mind, startling you “Meeting father-in-law?” He asked, smiling teasingly at you as he leaned on Han’s shoulder, showing their obvious height difference. You narrowed your eyes to him, ready to retort when his father gasped, looking surprised at both of them.

“Oh? Is he your boyfriend?” His tone was curious though not judging, and you suppressed a smile as Minho let his mouth fall agape, arm jolting to his side as he let go of Han’s shoulder. Hyunjin snorted, looking at Minho deeply satisfied by his bashful features, crossing his arms as he smirked at him.

“No! I’m his teammate, Sir!” He straightened up, bowing briefly “My name is Lee Minho and I’m a huge fan of yours” He extended his hand, holding his arm to show how much he respected him, which Han’s father took in a playful way, shaking his hand enthusiastically before laughing.

“You can always be a fan and a son-in-law” He pointed out, to which Minho blushed. Oh, Lord! You never thought you would see the Lee Minho ─annoyingly extrovert Lee Minho, who always teases you─ blushing to something like this. He cleared his throat, waving his hand effusively.

“No, no! Just a teammate” He assured, and this made you laugh. Han facepalmed, sighing tiredly at all his surroundings and looking at each one of you, defeated, as he cupped his forehead, making you nudge him with your foot to give him a thumb up. He’s great, you mouthed, smiling at him encouragingly, which seemed to have a good effect as he smiled back at you, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

The moment was broken by his coach yelling on a megaphone, demanding his team to gather together and stop playing around. You chuckled when Minho and Han grimaced, looking at each other worried, waving to all of you before jogging to the court. You followed them with your eyes, clasping your hands together as soon as they reached their team.

“Okay, so let’s sit!” You decided, looking for the letters beside the seats, trying to spot your row. Han’s father seemed to ignore you for a bit, looking at Paris in silence for a few seconds, studying her foam glove for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Sir, I’m Paris” She said abruptly, extending her other hand to him, probably realizing it wouldn’t be very polite to ignore your friend’s family. He smiled at her, shaking her hand excitedly before pointing to her gloves.

“Nice one” He raised his index finger, as to suggest he was joking about the number, and she seemed to like the awful joke because she returned the smile and gun-fingered him after snapping her fingers.

“Thank you! Nobody ever complimented my gloves… That’s a first!” You sighed, looking at Hyunjin to find him judging both of them just like you, grimacing as he darted his eyes between both of them. Han’s father was in stitches; hand in his stomach as he threw his head back to laugh. You raised your brows, looking at Paris, who seemed proud of her own joke, laughing along with him.

Well, at least they would like each other.

“Help me find the seats” You whispered to Hyunjin, giving him the tickets as you looked around, deciding to give both of them their bonding time. Hyunjin took the tickets gratefully, ready to walk away from their poor sense of humor “I can’t find the bloody row” You complained, looking for the letter on the ticket. Did they need to hide the damn information? Was it worth gold or something? Your College’s court was much better organized than this!

“What the fuck?” Hyunjin whined, looking confused at the ticket “Are they going to get paid if we don’t find it or something?”

Exactly your point!

“Oh, we must be on the same row! Han choose your seat too?” You heard Paris beam, looking at her own ticket as he talked to Han’s father. He took her ticket, studying it for a few moments before smiling.

“Come with me, we’re sitting together” He said, and you thanked God you wouldn’t need to find the damn row on those tiny letters. You followed him, sitting next to Paris, Hyunjin following right behind you. You crossed your leg as soon as you sat down, checking your phone for any new messages to wait for time to pass by.

It took a long time.

Hyunjin tried to make some small talk once in a while since Paris seemed really immersed in her talk to Han’s father and you stood there glancing at the court a few times, as you scrolled down the feed to distract yourself. You chuckled as you heard Han’s father explaining the general rules to her, certain that she would forget everything just like she did when Han tried to explain it to her.

“They seem nervous” Hyunjin mentioned randomly, risking a glance at you. He must be feeling out of place to try to have small talk like this, so you nodded, dropping your phone back to your purse before looking at him. All of them were finishing warming up, although some ─ like Han─ seemed to be a little bit distracted by their own thoughts.

“Well, it’s a decisive game after all… Some of them may get scouted to big teams and some of them may have to wait another year to get this opportunity again” You reasoned “It must be hard…” You looked at Han, who seemed way stiffer than his usual self before his matches. You never saw him so anxious, wide eyes darting to his father once in a while, lips bruised by his teeth, and clenched fists that turned his knuckles white.

Suddenly, all the players went to greet each other, placing themselves on their side of the court and preparing to take their positions. You bit your lips, excited, eyeing Han as he took his place in the middle of the court, attentive to the other team that would begin with the ball. Although he was nervous, you thought Han did a great job of reaching for the balls, saving a lot of nearly lost ones, and guaranteeing it didn’t touch the floor, letting his team works unworried.

The match was tight, and it didn’t surprise you that they needed to get to a golden set.

The sixth set was just as tight as the other ones.

You got up from your chair, cheering as loud as you could along with Paris and Han’s father, anxiously looking at the scoreboard. You fisted your hands when you saw the bright numbers 13/14, meaning your team was winning. One more point. Just one more. You pursed your lips as you watched Minho serve the ball, the tiny object crossing their court fast as a bullet.

To hit the net.

You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly, as the ball fell to the floor, giving the rival team an effortless point. You opened your eyes again, watching the score even though you knew the numbers would be shining with 14/14, sighing as you watched all the team rubbing Minho’s back to reassure him. He looked pissed off at himself, and you couldn’t blame him.

It could have been their victory right now.

The next point was faster than you could process. The boy from the other team ─someone with a huge 20 written over their shirt─ had been serving excellent balls until now and this time he didn’t miss it. He hit the ball hard and you could only see Han to the floor, the ball hitting it before he could get there and rebounding to fly quickly to the corner.

15/14.

Holy shit.

You saw Han stiffing on the floor, punching it angrily before getting up, throwing a look in your way, watching his father with a sad mien. You frowned, trying to yell the loudest you could to keep him focused but he didn’t seem to listen, lowering his head and pursing his lips as he had already lost. Everyone went silent, expecting the next serving.

“You can do it, Han!” Paris screamed, wobbling her glove in the air. You saw him scoff, giving a small smile but not averting his eyes from the Twenty-Guy, who once more made an incredible hit. Minho was the one who received it this time in a dig, screaming something you couldn’t understand as a tall teammate of his jumped like he was a damn building, spiking the ball for dear life.

Their Libero got it, diving beautifully to the ground as the setter got the ball, adjusting it for their hitter to spike it back. The block was immediate, and you almost cheered for the point you would get before the setter threw himself to the ground, setting it to someone else to hit. Those bloody piece of shit! Why couldn’t they miss the ball?

The ball flew back and forth as the rally went on. You stretched your neck to have a better view, eyes trailing to both sides of the court anxiously. Their setter was a mean human being. He jumped, ready to set the ball to someone else to hit, except he didn’t. He hit the ball to your side of the court, startling everyone. Han was the first to react, trained eyes connecting to the ball.

Then he hesitated.

You saw him diving, body colliding to the floor harshly, hand fisted and prepared to save that ball. A half-second too late. The ball hit the floor, right on the spot his hands rested now, and rebounded, announcing the last results.

16/14.

Their win.

As the other team cheered, hugging each other and running around the court ─ jumping and inciting their fans to cheer along with them ─, your team held their heads, sitting to the ground. Han laid there, face to the ground before his arm went to serve as a pillow to his forehead, his body totally mushy to the floor, completely devasted. He glanced at his father─ eyes holding a storm, concern dripping from them─ before he rolled and faced the roof, cupping his face in distress.

You could feel the disappointment from everyone to your side of the crowd, sitting back to your seat to sigh defeated. Han’s father seemed really sad about their loss, eyes worried and focused solely on his son, clearly concerned with how he was taking it. Paris lowered her hand, pouting as she held back her tears, her other hand quickly wiping them away from her cheeks, eyes focused on Han laid down on the floor. Hyunjin seemed alright, of course, since he wasn’t friends with him, although he seemed somewhat bad about the situation.

“Now what?” He asked out of nowhere, and you looked at him tiredly.

“Now we wait for him and try to cheer him up, I guess” You shrugged, looking at Paris.

“We should go there… Can we go there?” She sobbed, rubbing her nose to the point it got red. You watched her sympathetically.

“I don’t think so” You admitted, looking at Han’s father “Do you want to go there?” You suggested, and he shook his head slowly, seeming in deep thought.

“I think I’m heading home… He told me he was going to party after the match” He looked at you, pursing his lips “I think he’ll be embarrassed to talk to me right now… Maybe I should just go home?” He didn’t seem so sure about it, and before you could say anything, Paris held his shoulder, squeezing it.

“We’ll cheer him up, Sir” She promised, forcing a smile “You should go home, I think he wouldn’t want to show himself in front of you with that loss” He nodded, looking back at the court, sighing.

“Could you tell him I’m proud? It doesn’t matter if he couldn’t win this one… They played well, he did the best he could” He turned back to you, shrugging “I can make some phone calls… Try to get him somewhere…” He started rambling, and this time you stood up to take his hand on yours.

“Let it all to us, we’ll take care of it” You promised, and he nodded, getting up to head out. You sighed heavily, looking at both of your friends in wonder “So… How will we take care of him?” You asked worried, and Paris shot a look to Hyunjin immediately.

“You promised us a dinner” She pointed out “Let’s make it a party” She suggested, getting a scoff from Hyunjin.

“What do you guys expect me to do? Take him under my roof or something?” He laughed it off but neither of you laughed along with him.

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Han fell to the couch with a loud thud, arm hanging in the air.

“He didn’t even bother!” He slurred, trying to lift his head from the couch and failing completely with a small thump sounding when he hit the armrest again “Jus’ lemme on the floor to run away” He whined, raising his arm to bring the drink back to his lips “Whada fuck? Who drank it?” He furrowed his brows as the lonely drop of alcohol got to his tongue, dropping the bottle to the floor.

You turned your head to Hyunjin, watching as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, clearly annoyed by a drunk man on his couch, complaining all night long about his father leaving him behind on the court’s floor. Both of you had listened to this rant on a loop for at least fifteen minutes for now and neither of you could handle it anymore. You fixed your eyes in the rolling bottle for a second, wondering why you had to decide to cheer Han with drinks.

“Who drank what?” Paris asked confused, raising her head off the ground, where she laid completely wasted, eyes glossy and face flushed. She paused, getting all giddy before letting a gurgle out, looking at Han from the corner of her eyes and grinning teasingly “Champ” She said out of nowhere, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

Great.

“Okay… Why exactly did I let you bring your friends here?” Chan asked from behind, sat down on the stool with his legs crossed, a glass in his hand. He gulped whatever he was drinking, eyes judging Paris and Han for a brief moment before turning again to you.

“I didn’t think they would get this drunk” You admitted and this time Hyunjin scoffed, getting up from the floor, where he previously sat cross-legged, grimacing at your wasted friends. He dusted his clothes; picking up a bottle from the coffee table and drinking it in one go, letting a satisfied sigh leave his lips.

“I swear to god, if he says his father left him on the ground once more, I’ll throw this shit to his head” He warned, bouncing the empty bottle in the air. Hyunjin wasn’t drunk but you couldn’t doubt that he would do it by now… You felt the urge yourself to just hit Han and let him sleep, shutting him up for the night.

“He left you?” Paris asked, looking at Hyunjin full of pity, which was enough to trigger Han once again. You let a heavy sigh, grabbing Hyunjin’s wrist just to be sure, looking at him in utter defeat. He lowered his eyes to you, ignoring Paris, who didn’t seem to understand a thing around her, and fixing his gaze on you for a second.

“Why did you buy so much alcohol?” He asked tiredly, rubbing his temple with his free hand, averting his eyes to Han once again, who couldn’t stop whining about his father.

“Because you were the one paying” You answered sincerely, and he seemed to find it funny because he let a chuckle, nodding his head in amusement.

“Of course” He agreed, watching the empty bottles on the floor “You’ll help cleaning up this shit” He threatened, which made you roll your eyes. Of course, you would help to clean everything up. Who did he take you for?

“If you pay me enough I can just hit him in the head and we can let him sleep on the couch” Chan suggested, grunting, resting his glass on the island before pressing his palm against his eyes as if he was with a horrible headache “You know what? I could do it for free” He changed his mind, looking at Han in deep displeasure.

“Should we just let them here? We could just sleep” You suggested, noticing how Paris got her eyes closed for a little bit too long before shooting them open, startled with her drowsiness “It would be way more simple” You pleaded, and Hyunjin raised his brow at you.

“What if they fuck on my couch?” You looked at him like he had grown a third head, grimacing and raising your shoulders in question, as he shrugged “Actually, I wouldn’t mind at all… If it means I won’t hear about that fucking floor again, I’m more than up to it” He gave up, his free hand grabbing the bottle he was still holding and placing it on the coffee table again.

This particular gesture made you realize you were still grabbing his wrist but before you could let him go, he twisted his wrist to grab your hand and pull you up. The motion was sudden enough to startle you, and you felt yourself bumping into him suddenly, way too close to him to feel comfortable. You cleared your throat, getting one step behind, glancing at Chan who chuckled at the scene.

“I’m more worried about you fucking on my couch” He teased, watching as Hyunjin slowly let go of your hand, calm enough to sneer at him, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, because helping someone off of the ground is like the hottest foreplay I know” He smiled obnoxiously to Chan, who laughed at him. You rolled your eyes, curving to pick up some bottles from the floor. It would be better if your drunken buddies could not trip over rolling glass and die while you slept peacefully.

“Well, I guess it’s fine…” Chan mused “I mean, we have a whining bitch and a drunken woman… What are the chances they would fuck out of nowhere? I’d guess up to zero” He reasoned, looking at Paris almost asleep on the floor, snoring softly. Han was still rambling something, apparently sleepless, but you couldn’t care less about what he was saying right now.

“Let’s put a blanket on the floor so she can sleep comfortably” Hyunjin suggested, not waiting for any of you to answer, heading to his own room. Chan looked at you, raising his brow in pleased surprise.

“They seem to be getting along quite well” He mentioned, and you nodded at him. Hyunjin and Paris seemed to click along these two weeks to prepare your assignment, getting way closer than you expected them to be. You watched Hyunjin coming back with a bunch of blankets, making an improvised bed beside the TV, far enough from the couch so Han wouldn’t step on Paris at night.

“Go there” Hyunjin muttered to Paris, nudging her with his foot. She didn’t move an inch, nuzzling in herself, making Hyunjin sigh tired “I won’t let them drink ever again” He whined, pushing her with his foot, rolling her on the floor until she reached the fluff blankets. She let a satisfied sigh, curling up there like a baby, and you smiled fondly at her.

“She’s cute” You said softly, looking at her.

Paris was just so soft and loving… You couldn’t help but be grateful for your friendship. She helped you a lot through the years, even though you knew it wasn’t enough to really heal you, it was good to know you had someone as close as her. Of course, you also had Chan, your best friend, and someone who helped you out through so many things in your life that you couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to live without him.

Still, you needed a psychologist.

If all those discussions you had with Paris and Hyunjin thought you something, it was that you needed help. Real help. Not the kind friends could give. You needed professional help to really deal with all the things you needed to get through. All the things that held you back for so long. You also needed money, so it wasn’t really an easy task.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by another whine.

“We lost it and it’s all my fault” Han slurred again, trying to turn around on the couch, so he would be laying on his side, but struggling to do so. You chuckled, trying to decide if you should help him out, give up on him, or just laugh at your drunken friend. You opted for the first, walking to the couch and helping him to get in a comfortable position.

“It’s not your fault” You reassured him, ruffling his hair softly before stuffing a pillow under his head. He hummed, closing his eyes and nuzzling on the couch.

“I’d have saved it” He slurred, too sleepy to understand what he was saying. You patted his head twice before finally walking away, going to stand beside Chan.

“Let’s just go to sleep or he’ll begin to loop this” Hyunjin pleaded, leading the way. You glanced one last time at both of them, smiling as you walked through the hall. Chan opened his door, and before you could enter his room, Hyunjin raised his brow “Do you want to sleep here? I can sleep with Chan” He suggested, and this made you laugh, exchanging a look with Chan.

“Please, it’s not like we never slept together before” You joked, nudging Chan. If one thing, what you did the most through your high school life as Chan’s friend was to sleep in the same room with him, as you didn’t have much room at your place. He laughed along with you, getting in his room.

“He’s feeling lonely ‘cause he doesn’t have a pretty girl to sleep with tonight” He nudged you back, making you snort. You followed him to his room, throwing Hyunjin a sympathetic smile.

“You don’t have it eit—“ He began to say, choking on his words as he glanced at your deadpan features, rubbing the back of his neck before grinning apologetically “Sorry, it was out of habit” You rolled your eyes, nodding at him.

“You’re lucky I’m sleepy enough to let it slide” You smirked, closing the door behind you. Chan walked to his wardrobe, getting some blankets that he carefully put on the ground, letting a thick layer of fluff fabric on the floor before looking at you.

“You’re taking the bed?” Chan asked, and you shrugged, not minding wherever you would sleep. He rolled his eyes, lying on the floor, letting you just one option. You made your way to bed, laying down and sighing relieved.

“I can’t believe it’s finally silent” You smiled, satisfied, before both of you fell asleep.

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