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PART THREE: MARCH (PART I)
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: swearing, friendly teasing, science mumbo jumbo, mentions of police, mentions of illegal activities, mentions of Cairn, Rowaelin being very attracted to each other, so much scheming
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A/N: Part 2 will be posted for Rowaelin Month day 16 ;)
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Aelin had been sitting in her car waiting for twenty-three minutes and eighteen seconds.
Granted, she had a book to keep her company, and she knew her darling cousin was not renowned for his punctuality, but over twenty minutes? That was long enough to ditch a first date. But they were family, and she hardly ever got to see him outside of their monthly lunches, so she turned another page in her novel and allowed the delay.
Ten seconds later, her phone vibrated.
>>I’m here. Bet you’ve already finished your food, sorry. The text was punctuated with a grimacing emoji.
<<Still outside, thought I’d be the bigger person and wait for you to dig yourself out of your mad scientist cave
A middle finger emoji was the response.
Smirking, Aelin got out of her car, locked it behind her, and strolled up to the tall blonde guy waiting in front of the restaurant, linking her arm through his. “There’s no need to be vulgar, Aedy.”
Aedion Ashryver snorted and pulled his cousin into a hug. “Hello must not be part of your vocabulary anymore, Miss CEO.”
“Nope!” Aelin winked. “Business empires aren’t built on platitudes.”
“You’re as impossible as ever.” He held the door open for her.
“I’m hungry, too.” She patted his arm in thanks. “And you are late.” She smiled at the hostess. “Hi, party of two for Ashryver?”
As they followed the hostess to a booth, Aedion poked Aelin in the side. “I really am sorry, work just…it got away from me. I didn’t realize the time until it was already ten after.”
She slid into her side of the booth and chuckled. “You’re such a mad scientist, Aedy.”
“Stop calling me that,” he grumbled.
“Never.” She flashed him an angelically innocent smile.
Their server returned a few minutes later to take their orders, and because it was later in the afternoon, the food was served quickly. Aelin sighed almost indecently as she bit into her sandwich, causing Aedion to roll his eyes.
“Really, Ae? Right in front of my fish tacos?”
“You made me wait almost twenty-five minutes, and I barely had breakfast,” she returned. Elegantly, she wiped her mouth and took a bite of the side salad.
Aedion raised his blonde brows in dramatic shock. “Am I tripping, or did my darling cousin voluntarily order something green and leafy?”
“Shut up,” Aelin shot back, gesturing at him with her fork. “I like salad.”
“Mhmm, you keep telling yourself that,” he drawled, not convinced in the slightest. “And pigs can fly.”
“If you put them on an airplane, they can.”
He sputtered a laugh. “Gods, I’ve missed you.”
Her mirthful grin softened into a genuine smile. “I’ve missed you too, Aed. You spend way too much time locked up in that lab of yours.” She wiggled her brows suggestively. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing something rather unsanitary.”
“You’re the worst,” he grumbled, a faint trace of pink staining his cheeks.
Aelin nearly dropped her fork. “Aedion Ashryver!” she whisper-shouted. “Are you getting railed in your lab?!”
“No!” he hissed. “What the hell?”
“It was a fair question, Mr. I’m-Definitely-Not-Blushing.”
“I keep forgetting that you’re so observant,” he mumbled. “No, Aelin, I’m not getting anything at my lab, except annoyed.”
“Hey, I’m a scientist too,” she teased. “And that’s too bad. Where’s your naughty reward for all your hours of hard work?”
“My reward is my fat paycheck,” he smirked.
She snorted. “Yeah, I bet working with Orynth PD does pay pretty nicely.”
His expression sombered. “Speaking of Orynth PD…”
“Do you have an update for me?” She sipped her water, mentally preparing herself for potential bad news.
“Yeah.” Aedion dragged his hand through his messy half-bun, tugging the hair tie free and idly weaving it around his fingers. “You remember when I told you PD had brought me a piece of evidence they’d found at the explosion site?” Aelin nodded. “Well, I’ve run every fucking test I can think of on it, and I’m still nowhere. Even particle analysis came up inconclusive. It’s…fuck, I’m about ready to chart it as ‘alien substance’ and tell PD it’s fuckin’ useless as evidence because there is no existing material even remotely close to it.” He huffed, exasperated but at the same time drawn to a problem he hadn’t yet solved.
“How long have you been running tests?”
“Since the end of January.” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “It’s March 9th, and gods, I haven’t got anything.”
Aelin pushed the last few leaves of her salad around on the plate, suddenly not hungry despite having half a sandwich left. “Um…”
He snapped his eyes to hers, the concentrated steel of his stare eerily similar to Gavriel’s commander face. “Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, what do you know about this fabric?” He pulled a small plastic bag from his sleeve. Inside the bag was a tiny scrap of black, tightly woven material that resembled layers and layers of fine, interlocking mesh, so closely stacked that they appeared almost seamless.
She inhaled, held the breath for exactly six seconds, exhaled, and met her cousin’s gaze head-on. “It’s mine.”
He swore under his breath. “What is it?”
“I…I can’t tell you that,” she whispered. Before he could demand why, she held up her hands in defense. “Because it’s in development, Aedion. There’s a very small quantity in existence, and only I have full access to it. This right here–” she indicated the scrap–“must have already been weakened, because all previous tests have pointed at the material being incredibly difficult to damage.”
“So…only you know what the material is?”
“Yes.”
“And you know that it’s currently in PD hands? That I’ll be arrested if it ‘goes missing?’”
“Yes.” She twisted the slender silver ring around her right middle finger, a visible sign of her nervousness. “I’m not asking you to return it.”
“Then what are you asking?”
Aelin pressed her lips into a thin, worried line. “I would ask you to give it back to me, but I won’t go that far.”
“So…”
“So…you can give it back to PD. Don’t explain it, though; just tell them whatever science-speak you nerds use to say ‘it’s too convoluted to figure out.’”
“Says the woman with a PhD in chemical engineering.”
“At least I can have normal conversations.”
“That’s what you think, young one.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand, reassuring her. “I’ll tell PD that the stuff is made of a wildly tangled structure that might take years to unravel, and I know they don’t have that kind of time frame. I’ll tell them it’s an entirely foreign substance.” He flashed her a private little grin. “We’ll see how many knots that ties them into, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her lips quirked up. “I really don’t deserve you, Aed.”
“Bullshit.” He nudged her plate back towards her. “Who else would buy you chocolate hazelnut cake as an apology for being twenty-five minutes late to lunch?”
“My favorite!” she exclaimed. “Does that mean we’re going to the bakery?”
“Of course it does.” He waved the server over, paid the check, and even carried Aelin’s box of leftovers for her as they left the restaurant. They walked about a block down the street to the charmingly rustic building that housed Aelin’s favorite bakery, where Aedion bought a massive slice of chocolate hazelnut cake, as promised.
She sighed happily as she tasted the decadent dessert. “This is incredible. Bury me with a box of chocolate hazelnut cake, okay?”
“Cake won’t make it to the afterlife,” Aedion deadpanned.
She smacked his arm. “We’ll see who’s laughing in the afterlife when I pull my whole box of cake out of the hellfire.”
“Hellfire,” he murmured, blowing out a long sigh. “If only that shit didn’t exist.”
She put away her cake, tucked both the bakery box and her restaurant box into the bakery bag, and linked her arm through his, leading them down to walk along the riverside path. “It’s one dangerous fucking explosive, for sure.”
“I’m pretty damn certain that’s what was used in the Wilkins lot explosion,” he admitted. “Hellfire. I’d know its chemical scent anywhere.”
“Yeah, it’s a unique one.” She shrugged. “What? I keep up with the research.”
“Naturally.” He chewed on his lower lip, working through what he wanted to tell her. “Something about it feels…wrong, though, and I don’t know how to describe it. I know it’s hellfire because the scent matches, but what the site looks like…” He trailed off.
“Is it different?” she inquired. “Less damaged? More damaged? Is there…” A tight, controlled breath. “Something worse about it?”
“Something worse.” Emotion–fear–flashed through his eyes. “Aelin, I’m about to tell you classified information. Promise me you’ll keep it to yourself.”
She pressed her palm to his. “I swear it.”
He braced himself, as if the information could collapse him. “The scorch marks left at the scene indicate both the burn pattern and rapidity, as you probably know.” She nodded. “Well, the marks at the Wilkins lot indicate a pace nearly twice as rapid as hellfire is known to have.”
Aelin gasped. “That’s…fuck.”
Aedion jerked his head in a tight nod. “Yeah.”
Nearly twice as rapid. Her mind reeled with recognition. The hellfire used to blow up the Wilkins lot back in January–the hellfire that her team had developed, that she had planted and detonated–burned nearly twice as fast as known hellfire did.
She’d accidentally created a compound that could incinerate a solid steel building in a matter of seconds.
“Hey.” Aedion’s voice yanked her out of her whirling thoughts. “It’s possible there was another substance involved, something that caused a freak reaction. With the damage done, though, it may not be possible to detect the presence of any other substances.” He fiddled with the strap of his watch. “Hellfire just…it shouldn’t react this way, and I don’t know what the hell to make of it.”
“Or what the hell you’re going to tell PD about it,” she added.
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I can’t put them off forever, Ae.”
“Give them as much truth as you can, Aed.” Though quiet, her voice didn’t waver.
They’d nearly reached the lot where their cars were parked, and Aedion accompanied Aelin to her car, his protective tendencies in full force as always. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.” She squeezed his hands. “Don’t…don’t incriminate yourself, of course, and that might mean not mentioning me or my involvement. But be honest, as much as possible. Tell PD what you know about the fabric. Tell them your theory about the hellfire.”
He pulled her into a crushing hug. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words stealing whatever was left of her breath after his embrace stole the rest.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, “for not losing your shit at me.”
He chuckled softly. “I’d rather not risk the wrath of Orynth’s most ruthless CEO.”
She flashed him a half-grin as she climbed into her car. “Bye, Aeds. See you next month?”
“See you next month.”
She waved at him in the rearview mirror as she drove off.
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“Good morning, Ms. Galathynius.” Ansel fell into step next to Aelin as she crossed the lobby. Judging from her formal address, she was in full lawyer mode. “Are you ready?”
“Always.” Aelin adjusted her loose hold on her work tote. “Tell me one time where I’ve gone into an important meeting completely unprepared; I’ll bet you can’t.”
The attorney scoffed. “Last Tuesday, the day after you took a half day off to make your cousin buy you cake, you walked into a negotiation with the Cortlands without having done a speck of research.”
“And I secured precisely the terms I needed to secure,” Aelin smirked. “That cake was my preemptive reward.”
“Mhmm, bet that’s what you tell yourself at night when you’re awake worrying over the possibility of one misspelled word in that contract.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you remember too much?”
“Do you think I listen to that crap?” Ansel’s grin was as wicked as her boss’s.
Aelin laughed. “This is why you’re my lawyer, Briarcliff.” She parted ways with her attorney as Ansel entered her own office. “I’ll call you if needed.”
“You better.” The redhead nudged her in the side. “Now go get your big bad CEO office all ready for the investigator.”
Aelin snickered and headed up to her office, where she moved her disorganized stacks of paperwork and notes to an empty drawer in her file cabinet and tidied up her desktop. She had a certain green-eyed special forces lieutenant to impress, after all. Best not to show a man who’d grown up in the military the chaos that her office typically was–it would probably give him heart failure. She pointed a small remote control at the walls of windows, raising all the blinds to let in the early-spring sunlight.
At precisely eleven-fourteen, her desk phone rang.
“Lieutenant Whitethorn is here, ma’am.” Her assistant’s voice was perfectly calm, as if she was announcing any other ordinary visitor.
“Send him in.”
The mahogany door swung smoothly opening, allowing Lieutenant Rowan Whitethorn to stroll into her office, casual confidence rolling off his six-foot-three frame.
“Lieutenant,” Aelin greeted him, rising from her desk to meet him halfway across the expansive space. “So good to see you again. You look much more comfortable in your everyday clothes.” That was the mildest possible version of the truth. His collared black shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up and expertly fitted black slacks–just formal enough for a meeting, just casual enough for comfort–paired with the badge affixed to his sleeve and the faint outline of a bulletproof vest beneath his shirt made Aelin want to forget about the meeting and climb that man like a tree.
He cracked a hint of a grin. “Tuxedos aren’t exactly my favorite attire, for sure.” His warm hand closed around hers, his handshake firm and confident. “Thank you for scheduling this meeting with so little notice.”
She dipped her head. “It’s the least I can do, Rowan. I know how important this…issue is.” Rather than lead him towards her desk, she moved back towards the door. “Shall we chat somewhere less imposing? I’d like to think that we’re past all the unnecessary formality.” Since we kissed and everything.
“I’d like that.” His presence was a solid, steady warmth behind her as he followed her to a small conference room just down the hall.
“This is probably my favorite meeting room,” she admitted as she held open the door for him. “It’s essentially the office library, but almost nobody ever uses it.”
He swept a thorough gaze over the dark oak bookshelves lining the walls, the soft yellow lighting in place of the standard office brightness, the plush maroon velvet chairs, and the single table off to the left, and cracked a full smile. “This is lovely.”
“I used to study here when I had to come to the office after school,” she said, taking a seat in one of the armchairs and motioning for him to do the same. “My parents worked unpredictable hours, and I couldn’t take myself home until I had a car.”
“Did you go to school close to here?” Rowan inquired, not missing the chance to slip into investigator mode.
“Yes, I went to Orynth Prep with the rest of the rich kids. It’s about a seven-minute walk away.”
His lips twitched. “A prep school minutes away from the downtown business sector. How clever of them to be so close to the money.”
She muffled a snort. “Well, the lovely students needed the right volunteer hours on their transcripts, after all.”
“Wonder if that’s helped them once they graduate from Harvard Business School,” he murmured, half to himself. “I don’t mean to shift directions so quickly, Aelin, but I am here on official business.” He cleared his throat. “Are you aware that there have been fourteen rather brutal homicides committed over the past seven months here in Orynth?”
“I am aware. The news has been…eager to remind us.” She grimaced slightly. “I’ll never understand the journalistic fascination with gruesome crimes.”
He nodded. “Are you also aware that the most recent victim was discovered at a warehouse that your company owns?”
Aelin pressed her fingertips to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. “Wh-which one?”
“This property.” He passed her a photograph of the warehouse where Cairn’s body had been dumped. The shot was taken after PD had cleaned up the scene.
She examined the photo, nibbling at her lower lip. “I see.”
“You sound unsurprised.” Damn, the man was perceptive.
Aelin chose her next words very, very carefully. “I’m aware that some of my properties, particularly the ones in the shipping district, are rather sketchy, so I’m not completely blown off my feet to learn that this warehouse is now officially a crime scene.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please know that you have my full cooperation with your investigative efforts on my property.”
“Thank you.” Unexpectedly, Rowan reached out and laid his free hand over hers. “I’ll do everything I can to make our stay on your property short.” He offered her a crooked smile and glanced back down at his notepad. “You have an advanced degree in chemistry, correct? It’s public information, I promise I didn’t use my police access to sneak into any info.”
“I do.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I have my PhD in chemical engineering. Still enjoy running an experiment at the Gal Inc labs every once in a while.” She chuckled. “My chief engineer is kind enough to let me make my messes.”
He wrote something down in his notes. “What can you tell me about the compound known as hellfire?”
She whistled softly. “If you’ll forgive my language, it’s one hell of an explosive.” That said, she shifted to her scientist voice. “Hellfire is highly volatile and extremely sensitive, not to mention astronomically expensive to produce. Its key components are stable nitroglycerin and PETN; it also contains smaller quantities of some very rare, very finicky liquid chemicals. From what I know, it is most commonly detonated using highly concentrated acid to trigger the explosion, and the heat produced during the explosion ensures that none of the compound is left inactive.” She shuddered. “It’s frightening, even to us scientists.”
“It certainly is.” He propped his chin on one fist. “You know about the catastrophic explosion of this past January, yes?”
“Yes.” Twist the rings, Galathynius. She fiddled with one of her rings.
“We have reason to believe that hellfire was the substance detonated during that event.”
“Gods,” she breathed, horror coating her faint voice. “That…oh gods.”
“Hey.” He broke free of his impersonal investigator persona for a moment and placed one hand on her shoulder, lifting her fallen chin with the other. “The good news is that no people were present. The lot was completely destroyed, but there is nothing to suggest any lives lost.” His thumb rubbed her shoulder, comforting. “Somehow, the catastrophe was contained to that single lot, structures only.”
“It’s still horrifying,” she murmured. “Rowan, hellfire is so volatile, and it burns until it’s run out of fuel or until a sufficiently powerful extinguisher has been applied.” Her breath hitched. “The thought of…of someone dying…I’d be a terrible excuse for a human being if I said that didn’t break my heart.”
“I know.” He clasped her hands, lending her his solid strength. “The things I’ve seen in my career…I know.”
She breathed deeply and steeled her spine, putting her CEO face back on. “Ask me more questions–anything to keep me from spiraling.”
He nodded, understanding what she meant. “Do you know of Cairn Wilkins?”
Ire flashed across her elegant features. “I’m acquainted with that particular scumbag, yes.”
“Scumbag?” His brows rose in curiosity; clearly, he hadn’t been expecting her vitriol.
Tone it the fuck down, Galathynius! “Cairn Wilkins is a drug dealer, smuggler, and pathetic excuse for a man.”
“Was.”
“Was?”
“He, ah…he’s dead.”
“I’d have thought the media would have jumped on that story,” Aelin mused. “Hmm. Well, then, Wilkins was a pathetic excuse for a human being.” She blew out a controlled exhale. “I don’t say this lightly, Rowan. I was acquainted with Cairn, and he gave me every flavor of bad impression each time we crossed paths.”
“How so?” Rowan’s pen tapped against his notepad.
“He had a tendency to pop up in dark corners, stand too close, leer, and make other unacceptable gestures and behaviors while in public. As a businessman, he frequently made evening deliveries himself, which is unusual behavior for the owner of a company that purportedly delivers only to hospitals and pharmacies. Also, he was mysteriously absent from his office two days a week, every week, and his staff would only say that he was ‘away.’ The average CEO does not have recurrent absences, and if they are absent, their staff has more complete information on where they are.” She took a calming breath. “I am not the only businessperson who suspected Cairn of having, um, illicit connections. But…” She stopped.
“But what, Aelin?” Rowan prompted. Intrigue was written all over his face–he was completely invested in the information she was sharing. Most of it was true.
“But…he mentioned a partnership or two that I didn’t recognize, so I asked a colleague of mine to do some research. A quick internet search revealed that the companies Cairn had mentioned did not exist, and my colleague’s research indicated that those ‘companies’ were, in fact, drug fronts.” Eyes trained on Rowan’s deeply concentrating face, she named the false companies.
He froze mid-writing, his chiseled jaw falling ajar in utter disbelief. “What?”
“That information convinced me that Cairn had ties to the drug trade,” she continued, as if she were discussing an ordinary business transaction. “Perhaps my initial summary of him as a drug dealer and smuggler was too harsh, but my assessment of him as a paltry excuse for a man was not.”
“Indeed.” Rowan finally stopped writing, lifted his head, and met her gaze. “So you were not friendly with Wilkins?”
“I was not,” Aelin confirmed.
He nodded and closed his notepad. “That’s all of my questions, then. Thank you for your time and your willingness to work with us, Aelin.”
“It’s the least I can do.” Rising, she shook his hand, their joined hands lingering for longer than strictly necessary. “Please call me or my office if you need anything else.”
“I will.”
After escorting Rowan back to the elevator, Aelin returned to her office, sat down heavily in her chair, and dropped her face into her hands with a heaving sigh. Gods. That had been more of an ordeal than she’d anticipated. The fact that it was Rowan Whitethorn alone with her was enough to kick her pulse up a few notches, and the details she’d learned from him–and he from her–had her mind spinning with the possibilities.
She’d seen the look on his face when she’d talked about Cairn, though. The intrigue that ran deeper than pure investigative speculation. It was precisely why she’d readily offered what she knew about that disgusting spawn of hell.
Perhaps that was the nudge he needed to do some…deeper digging. The kind that involved breaking into a building late at night to snoop through computers, business records, and paperwork.
Aelin picked up her desk phone and punched Elide’s call button. “Ells?”
Her second-in-command answered almost instantly. “What do you need, Ae?”
“Disarm the external security protocols for the next few days. I’ve got a feeling we’re about to have a midnight visitor.”
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“I’ve never met someone with such lovely skin.”
|Name| sat there, flustered by this blunt statement: “…..I’m not sure how to react: it’s very sweet and charming. But Uzui…”
“Yes Angel?”
“You’re distracting me from cooking your guy’s meal sit down ya charmer.” She blushed madly while having a small giggle fit which made Uzui chuckle at the sight.
“It’s true though. Your skin is lavishing. It reminds me of the sun.” |Name| listens to him talk, “And it’s very luminous.”
The woman turns to the other, “You have very different ways of complimenting your partners. I noticed that.” He was curious as to where this was going. But when she wore that sweet smile he felt his heart squeeze with joy. “I swear the more I think and take note of you all interacting with each other, the more I realize how lucky I am to meet you all. It’s like meeting different flowers.”
“They create their own flower crown?” Uzui asks as if to know her next sentences.
“Exactly.” She presses down on the pancake letting the butter sizzle against it. “And the best part is every time the moon shines after a sprinkle of rain drops interact with the petals, they all glow so beautifully. It’d be illegal to even pluck or dig them up, their beauty is unmatched.
Uzui felt his gaze go soft. “Angel.” |Name| holds her face. “I’m so thankful you said yes. Otherwise I don’t know what we’d do.”
“It’d be very boring and unflashy of me to deny such a romantic relationship.” The male nuzzles her, “Oh my gosh you said the famous words. So flashy.”
Once she finished the pancakes the girl places the plates down, ushering the girls to sit. Once they say the male sat with them, and they all close their eyes in silence before eating. Though |Name| was silently eating the woman suddenly got up and left for their kitchen. “|Name|?” Suma asks.
“Drinks.” She sets the tea kettle down and sighs. “I nearly forgot.”
“You made tea?” Hina covers her mouth. “You usually give us cucumber water. What’s the occasion.”
“They do hit the spot.” The girls giggle while Makio hums happily at the taste of pancakes. “Bless the chef as usual.”
“I didn’t cook this time.” Tengen grins while Makio lightly pats his arm. “Lord Tengen.”
“Ah I wish I had made more. My pa always made pancakes but- he wouldn’t share how he did it. The immediate response would’ve been something with. ‘Now why would I share my recipe so then you can mooch off it. Getcha own…oh and make sure to tell your mom I kept our secret safe.’l” |Name| wore a poker face. “The funny part to all of this is mother only bakes while he cooks…Hmph. Stubborn folk I say.”
“Oh my |Name| your parents sound so amazing.”
“They are, they retired long ago and just go on vacation. Love them to death really. They would adore you all…my dad however would’ve given Tengen the recipe because he and I quote. ‘Wants a man who looks like he could stand up to me..’” she sighs.
“My baba is a silly man…” Tengen covers his mouth, “Your dad would?”
“Tengen no.”
“We have to mail him so I can at least make you the best meal.”
“Uzui!! Naur!”
The girls start cheering while |Name| whines after him. “Lord Tengen donnnt!”
Soon the mail was sent off and |Name| gave an utterly defeated look while just fake fainting in Suma’s arms. “I’ll never hear the end of it… “I married a strong maaan and beautiful women…” then they’ll try to adopt you all.”
Hina gasps, “No.”
“Yep.”
It wasn’t even a week, a soft voice and a booming one collides. “DAUGHTER!”
“Cookie dough!” A tall woman hugs |Name| while a man in his sixties looking as if he were forty hugged them both. Tengen’s eyes were wide while the girl’s jaws dropped.
“Everyone meet my parents, Helios and his wife Gale.” The woman was taller than the wives but met Tengen’s shoulders. “How do you do?”
Hale shakes his hands, “Woah…I see where |Name| gets the beauty from.”
“|Name| I love this one I expect to see one child. Children are quite hard to deal with. Like you ya little cutie.” She kisses |Name| while she made a small noise making Hina coo at the sight.
“So this is young man who shall own the book of the Camellia family…Young man. Make sure to keep it from |Name| it’s all the foods to spoil her and her mother.”
Hale leans down, “What was that?”
“Nothing my sweet beauty queen.”
Suma watches the older couple, Gale was 6’2 while Helios is 5’7 she looks to |Name| who was taller than them by two inches and up to Tengen’s chest.
“….She has the body of a literal goddess.”
“Of course, so do you beautiful ladies.” Gale admires them, “You all are married to this man and took my daughter in…thank you. Though this location is quite prohibited we know the reason I’m glad you invited us. We love |Name| and we may not be of demon slayer kin we do have our own ways of fighting.”
“Momma I didn’t know you fight?”
“We don’t dear we set traps, work smart not harder. Plus it was easy doing that whilst you and your five siblings wandered.” Silence.
“Did she just say five?” |Name| groans in ‘Im the eldest’
“|Name| had five siblings yes. She’s the first.” Oh goodness it explains a lot. The silence, the eagerness to please everyone: the gentleness and even the way she’d stay up a little longer before going to sleep, making sure everyone was safe.
“Wow…” Wow indeed. |Name| waves goodbye to them then she sighs, “I love those two.”
Tengen covers his mouth as a light hue covers his face. “Lord Tengen?”
“I’m just- her mom. And her dad- both are flashy: it’s…extraordinary. Their lovely hair, did you see how natural and long her hair is…” Tengen held everyone close
“You all are blessings I swear.” The girls eye him before hugging him back with a soft chuckle. “You’re a blessing as well Lord Tengen.”
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The Artist and Her Canvases - PT 4
BontenxReader, no minors, violence, suggestive material/situations, smut, light fluff, blood, murder, mentions/use of illegal substances, mentions/use of illegal activity. This chapter has a bit of angst.
Part 4 - A Photo
The moment both cars pulled into the underground garage at the Bonten office - one of the car doors swung open violently and a hysterical Sanzu jumped out making a beeline towards Mochi’s car. Ran stepped out of the car first, adjusting his collar and tie, and gave the cockiest grin - “AHH! YOU DIDN’T! TELL ME YOU DIDN’T!” Sanzu was yelling at the top of his lungs in disappointment. As you exited from the opposite side of the Mochi’s car, Mochizuki looked you dead in the eyes and you thought he was gonna kill you “This is the most I’ve seen them get along…little lady you are in so much trouble when Mikey finds out…” “eh…?” Was all you could muster up, he looked so threatening but the way he said this was almost sweet and funny. It completely caught you off guard. “AND YOU! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER!” Sanzu pointed at Kakucho, he was staring at him with such accusatory eyes. “None of us do…you idiot.” Kakucho retorted. It didn’t help that you were no longer wearing your jacket, the suspicion made it worse for Sanzu.
You turned to look at the men on the other side of Mochi’s car and couldn’t help but giggle at Rindou’s face - he looked so worn out and Takeomi looked completely unfazed. Sanzu then started walking towards you and you quickly hid behind Mochizuki like a little kid, this confused the ever living shit out of both of them. “Aww..I think she likes you Mochi…” Rindo says while laughing at Sanzu’s gaping mouth. Takeomi patted Sanzu on the shoulder, “You fucked up, deal with it….” Ran extended his hand to you, “Let’s go gorgeous, Mikey’s waiting for you…” You take his hand and the 7 of you make your way to the elevator and get off on the top floor.
As you all make your way through the empty offices, towards the end of the hall you start to hear a man’s voice, recognizing it as Kokonoi’s voice from the call earlier. You’re walking between Ran and Rindou arm in arm, Kokonoi turned around to face the door and was completely thrown off by the sight of you holding on to both Haitani brother’s like a lost puppy. “Ahem…” Kokonoi began to clear his throat “Mikey, they’re here….” You look up to see the leader of Bonten with his back to everyone, just staring out of the window. Both the brothers felt as your body tensed ”I-”, you started to speak when Mikey cut you off “I see you’re getting along with them…” He turned to face you all and you felt the heat pool to your cheeks. He was staring at you and it felt like he was hinting at something more. “Can we keep her?” Asked Rindou with a smile on his face, he knew the answer already but just had to ask. Mikey turned around to face you and everyone else. “(Y/N), come here….” he asked lazily without breaking eye contact with you. Your core began to pulse, his voice was low and husky. You haven’t felt this way since…
You walked towards Mikey and stood in front of him, the feeling you were getting from him was so familiar - your hands were on autopilot and reached to cup his face. “It’s been awhile….angel” He says as he leans into your touch, your eyes begin to water at his words. You couldn’t believe it, was this really the same person you met 8 years ago? “Manjiro…?” you whisper and pull him for a hug. “ I knew it…” Ran said under his breath.
Your sobs could be heard in the office and Mikey wraps his arms around your waist. “You came back after all this time….” He whispers in your ear and it makes your knees weak. Your hold on him gets tighter, he felt so thin and almost lifeless. What happened after you left Japan? The glow in his eyes was completely gone. You knew he was a delinquent back in the day but now - he’s involved in so much worse. There was a slight fear of who he'd become. You pull away to look at his face and examine his features, trying to truly believe this was the same Mikey you knew.
“Anyone wanna fill us in on how you two-” Takeomi’s question was cut off by a slap. All the men in the room stood in utter shock, your hand met Mikey’s face in one swift motion. “I WAITED FOR YOU!…I-I” you began to stutter and sob even louder. “…you just disappeared, I kept thinking that you would come b-back the next day…” Mikey didn’t know whether to hit you back or embrace you. “I kept pushing my flight…until I just couldn’t afford to stay any longer…”
***********8 years ago*************
8 years ago, you were staying in Japan for a while to visit your sibling who was in the military. The trip was a birthday and graduation gift, it was also to help you figure out what path you wanted to take, do you study back home or abroad? The first month there, it was like a dream, your sister spoiled you and showed you all around the city, and you began to get the hang of public transportation. Soon, she began letting you take the lead for directions, little by little, you started going out at night without her knowing. Just wanting to explore the city at night and get pictures of the nightlife in Japan, you set off one night and ended up in a cemetery. It was empty and quiet, you began to take pictures of the aisles, the neat rows of headstones and light incense made the image feel so peaceful.
You began to go to the same cemetery over and over again, asking the caretakers if it was ok for you to bring small offerings to the cemetery every now and then. They were oddly confused why a foreigner would bring offerings to the graves of strangers - but they allowed it as long as they were small and appropriate. Unfortunately, your sister caught wind of your late night adventures, she asked for you to stay home as some of the streets can be dangerous at night. You laughed at the thought, everyone is so polite here - where you’re from, you would be robbed in an instant, if not, killed for accidentally bumping into someone. How bad could these streets be? Fortunately and unfortunately, she got called into work for an emergency and had to go back to work earlier than expected, she would not be home all day until late in the evening - your trip was almost cut short. Luckily for you, you were already familiar with the area and made some good acquaintances at the cemetery. Convincing and begging her to let you stay another month. You were allowed to stay for up to 90 days without a visa as a visitor in Japan. It was like a dream come true. You spent your days just taking photos, sketching the scenes, helping clear some leaves from graves and would come home to your sister’s apartment before she would. All your photos were like gold to you, it was your treasure, memories that you don’t want to let go of.
“Oh, this was a young man?” You asked the caretaker. “Yes, it was an unfortunate event….these young delinquents just take lives and throw their own lives away….” The caretaker stated, sighing at the thought of the event. You brought some white anemone flowers with you to lay on this grave. “Miss, you know those open only at night, right?” “Oh, well I’ll guess I’ll have to visit him later on tonight.” You said with a cheerful grin on your face. You finished your morning sketches and photographs early today, and begged your sister to allow you to come back at night to see the flowers you set out. She agreed on one condition, you had to take a cab back home and to call her every hour, geez mom. “Ok, ok, I promise! I love you too! Bye!” You said as you reached the cemetery gates and ended the call.
“Alright Sano, I really hope these flowers open up tonight for you!” You said to yourself as you walked through the entrance. As you made your way to the grave, you saw a young man about your age standing in front of the gravestone and examining the flowers. He had mid length blonde hair, wore a white uniform - he looked as if he might have been close to the person who passed. You quickly took out your camera and took a picture. Not realizing that the shutter was extremely loud in the dead of night, the young man turned around quickly and glared at you - you immediately regretted taking the image. How disrespectful of you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect….it was just a very beautiful shot. I hope you didn’t mind me leaving the flowers on his grave.” You said softly, hoping the person doesn’t get upset and smash your camera.
There was a look of surprise and confusion on this young man’s face. “You left these flowers here? Did you know my brother?” His voice was low and soft, it made your heart skip a beat. “Oh, um, no…I didn’t know him, I’ve been kind of coming here daily and just leaving little things here and there for them.” He cocked an eyebrow at your response, such a weird thing to do for people you don’t know. “I’m (Y/N)…nice to meet you.” You stuck your hand out for a handshake. “I’m Mikey, well…Sano Manjiro.” He reached out to shake your hand and it almost felt like electricity was shooting through your fingertips - his hands were firm and swallowed your small hands.
“I really hope you don’t mind me leaving the- OH! They opened!” You say all excited and looking at the flowers in his hand. Mikey was taken back a little with how close you got to him to look at the flowers. “About that picture you took…..-” “Oh, I promise I won’t post it anywhere. Please don’t make me delete it…” You pleaded, clasping your hands together, smiling. Something about you intrigued Mikey, the way you looked when you got caught taking his picture and the way your eyes lit up when you saw the flowers. “It would be best for you to delete it…” Mikey said, taking a step closer to you and reaching out for the camera. “….Please!” You said taking a step back and sliding the camera away from his reach. You didn’t stop backing away in fear that he would reach for it again. “Look, (Y/N), right? I’m asking you nicely…” Mikey began to reach out again and your feet moved on their own “No!”, you took off running down the aisle and headed towards the exit. Your heart was pounding, you were running out of breath and trying to keep your memories of the day from being deleted.
As you got close to the exit, you turned to look behind you to see if you were being chased, there was no one there. You slowed down trying to catch your breath. “Fuck….that was-“ Your sentence was cut off as an arm snatched your wrist and your camera. Mikey caught up to you, it was no sweat to him - he knew all the shortcuts to this cemetery as he visited often. “I asked you nicely, now I’m gonna break your camera…..” He leaned in close to your face and spoke with a tone that gave you goosebumps. You could feel his breath on your lips. “no….no, no, no…” you thought to yourself, knowing that this feeling was bad - well more like lustful. The thrill of being chased, getting in trouble and getting caught - it made your core ache and pulse. “I-I’m begging you, please….” Your voice was breathy and you began rubbing your thighs together. He began to turn away from you with the camera in hand “Wait!”. Mikey found himself wrestling with you on the floor, he could tell you were desperately trying to take back the camera - no fear of getting hit or roughed up. “W-WHY ARE YOU TRYING SO HARD? YOU’RE GOING TO GET HURT!” The tone in his voice was laced with frustration.
He had you pinned underneath him with one hand restraining your wrists together on your stomach, the feral look on your face - it almost felt like he was staring into a mirror. “Stop looking at me like that…” Your body stopped squirming, the difference in strength was clear, you felt like your little world was about to disappear. You were so angry that tears started clouding your eyes. “See? I told you that you were going to get hurt.” “I am not crying ‘cause you hurt me! I am crying ‘cause I’m pissed off!” You began flailing around again and managed to land a light tap on his crotch. This made Mikey double over in reflex and lose his grip on your wrists. Funny how a man’s balls are so sensitive. You took advantage and rolled over, pinning him under you - the way he looked and the feeling of having something between your legs was making you lose all reasoning. You sunk your head low to whisper in his ear “You look delicious like this…..now give me back my camera”. Everything about this made you wetter and you were enjoying it.
“Or else what? It feels like you are enjoying this” Mikey whispered back into your ear and you let out a small moan. There was something hard growing between your legs and the sound of him breathing was driving you insane. You pulled away, sitting up - admiring the view before you. “Hello? Is someone out there?” One of the caretaker’s voices was heard in the distance, distracting you both and making you both get up quickly to hide. A light was moving around in the area searching for the source of the noise/yelling - both you and Mikey were hiding behind a large tree. The two of you were on your stomachs, on top of each other, “Must have come from the streets…” you both heard the footsteps moving farther away until they were completely gone. “Fuck…” you exhaled and looked up at Mikey, and let out a small laugh. “What’s so funny?” “Oh, umm nothing, it’s just that something’s poking m-” For the third time today you were interrupted, this time by your phone vibrating. “Shit…my sister is gonna kill me, I forgot to call her….give me a second and stay quiet!”
Clearing your throat you answered in the sweetest tone “Heyyy, I was just about to ca-” “Where the hell are you??! And why didn’t you call me?!?!” Mikey could hear your sister yelling on the other end of the phone, a mix of two different languages peaked his interest even more. All you could do is nod and say ‘yes’, ‘ok, ok… i got it’ ‘ya…si…’. It was really a one-sided conversation. Once you ended the call Mikey burst out laughing. “What happened to the person who had me pinned?” Ugh, you felt so embarrassed - your pussy was talking for you when he was pinned underneath you. “Ha ha ha, funny - look I need to get home, do you know where I can hail a cab this late?” “I can give you a ride home, it would be quicker than trying to hail a cab.” There was some excitement coming back to you when he suggested giving you a ride, spending a little extra time with him was worth getting yelled at again. “Ohhh….wanna follow me home?” You tease him while bending forward to snatch the camera from his hands. “Keep it, but if I find it anywhere online, I’ll do more than just break your camera…” You let out a giggle that made him swoon.
As you both made your way out the gate, you saw a motorcycle on the side of the street and it was gorgeous. “Ever rode on one before?” Mikey asked with a cocky grin on his face. “I rode you briefly, didn’t I?” He felt a twitch in his pants at your teasing tone. You wanted to make him puddy in your hands. “Hop on angel….” He called you what now? This made your heart flutter - you wanted him even more now. During the ride home, you were both making small talk as it was hard to hold a conversation while zooming down the streets. Mikey felt as if your arms and hands kept getting lower with each passing minute - you were reaching for something, your boldness was turning him on even more. He could feel your breasts pressed against his back and it made him wonder how they would feel in his hands.
“This is it right here,” you said as he pulled up to the apartment building. “You live here?” “Oh no, my sister does - I’m only here visiting for the summer.” You said as you hopped off his bike - the motion made your chest bounce and this did not get passed Mikey. He looked up at you - you caught him, “If we meet again, maybe you can do more than just look…” The tone in your voice was sultry and inviting, it was almost as if you were promising him something. “I’ll hold you to that angel…” You began to walk away but you heard him say “…meet me again at the Sano grave tomorrow night.” He wasn’t asking. Turning on your heel, you walked towards him and cupped his face - slowly leaning down to give him a light kiss “I’ll see you tomorrow night then, Mikey….” If it wasn’t for your phone going off again, he would have pulled you in and given in to your lips.
You spent the rest of the vacation hanging out with Mikey, not only at the cemetery but riding around the city - he always took you to different places, no one spot was the same. He knew you were only visiting temporarily and were leaving at the end of the month, so he made sure to show you everything he could. You both spoke about personal things, he knew you almost inside out and yet there was only very little you knew about him. Unfortunately, you started to get attached to him, he responded to your advances and it felt as if you were on cloud 9. Small kisses led to make out sessions that had you both panting and dry humping. There was so much wanting between you two. Your sister only approved of him when he came up to ring the doorbell and greeted her, you were both adults and you weren’t staying in the country too long anyways, so she let you have fun. “I love you too! We’ll be back!” You said to your sister as you walked away with Mikey. Her work kept her occupied and she couldn’t spend as much time with you, she was happy that you made a friend and wouldn’t be alone.
You were both on your way to the beach, camera and snacks packed and ready to take in new sites. Neither of you were planning to get in the water. Upon arrival, you both walked through the sand barefoot and you reached to hold his hand. “My flight leaves in 4 days…if you want me to stay a little longer, I can change my flight….but I need to know something…” Mikey turned around to look at you with a smirk “What? Wanna know if I like you, if I love you?” It almost felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, the way he held your hand and the smirk on his face made the heat between your legs ache. His eyes were so bright and full of life, it was different from when you first met - you knew it would be hard to move overseas but you were only willing to do so if he said yes. “I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow and I’ll give you my answer….” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. Hopeful that he would say yes, you smiled and said ok.
Throughout the day, you took pictures, ate snacks, ran around trying not to get nipped at by seagulls….blame Mikey for feeding them. “Can we take a picture together? I realized that we haven’t taken any together this whole time.” You asked him with a sweet smile on your face. “Ok, just remember not to post it anywhere…” You giggle at this response, “ok ok Mr Delinquent”. You began setting up the camera and positioning it, “Mikey, can you move a little over to the left?” You asked looking at the screen - “Like this?” “Perfect! The timer is set for 10 seconds, ready?” You run to stand next to him and the camera snaps the photo. “Can we do one more?” Your eyes lit up at his question “YES!” Mikey laughed at your response. “Ok, 10 seconds, ready?” You run up to him and smile at the camera, as the blinker gets faster - he leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. He timed it perfectly to get a picture of him catching you off guard.
You turn to face him and wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you and crashing your lips on his. There was a hunger with how he responded and wrapped his arms around your waist. “…Mikey” You said breathlessly as you pulled away from his lips “Hmm?” He hummed, “I don’t wanna go home…” He chuckled and was about to respond when “Ohh…what do we have here?” An unfamiliar voice spoke, making you both turn around to face a man who was with 5 others…they looked like they were part of a rival gang. “Shit…” Was all Mikey could say. “The invincible Mikey getting swayed by a woman? Pffft, what a joke…Come here baby, I’ll show you what a real man is like…” The man said as his cronies were closing in on you both, pipes in their hands and a menacing look on their faces. “Stay behind me” Mike said, moving you behind him. “Mikey, I’m not letting you fight alone…” “Ha! Is she stupid or what? Guess she’ll be meeting Baji soon!” The man snorted in response to your words.
Mikey saw red, it was one thing to make fun of him, but the moment someone spoke ill of his friends (dead or alive), all reasoning flew out the window. Mikey lunged at the man taking him down with one swift kick - the others were about to tackle Mikey, until one of them was met with a tripod to the back of the head. “Fuckers!” You yelled as you started fighting back trying your best to not let them get to him. “(Y/N)! What are you doing?! I said to stay back!” You felt your blood boil, it wasn’t your first fight and you couldn’t just stand there like an idiot why these men try to kill him - why act like you’re delicate? “Get her!” One of the other men yelled and charged at you. You began swinging the tripod and smacking them to keep distance. You were getting some good shots.
Everything was happening so fast and then the next thing you knew - you were pinned on the ground about to get your head bashed with a pipe. The pipe dropped next to your head, along with the guy holding it, Mikey had taken them all out. You managed to roll the guy’s unconscious body off of you and got up to see Mikey holding their leader by collar. “If I see your face ever again, you won’t see the light of day again...” He was serious, you felt as if he was really going to kill the man. Once they took off, Mikey turned to you and let you have it. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? ARE YOU THAT STUPID?” You felt like a child who was getting scolded by their parents. “How could I just stand there? There were so many of them!” You replied with a growing rage inside you. “I’m taking you home, I cannot have someone else’s death on my conscience.” He mentioned the loss of a childhood friend during a war between gangs to you before, but it still didn’t mean that you were going to just stand there doing nothing.
You were dumbfounded, he did a total 180 and treated you as if you were a nuisance to him. “Are you saying you don’t want to see any more?” You asked, trying to keep it together, the last thing you want to do is make things worse. Mikey turned and started packing your things and grabbed your wrist to lead you to his bike. “Mikey! Stop!” You yelled as he tightened his grip on your wrist and not even turning around to look at you. Did you really do something wrong? He released his grip on you when you reached the bike, he hailed a cab and threw you in before you could even protest, he gave the driver the address and closed the door. “If you let her out of this cab, I will kill you...” He threatened the driver and walked away as the cab sped away with you screaming in the back seat. You began calling his phone and it went straight to voicemail. The driver didn’t let you out (the child lock was on as they usually open the doors for you). You were at your wits end and gave in - just staring at your phone and hoping that he would at least answer your text message.
Once you arrived at your destination, the cab driver finally let you out and didn’t even ask for payment. He just took off. Your heart kept banging in your chest, there was a tightness that made it hard to breathe. You walked in the empty apartment and slid down the door, pulling out your phone again and trying to reach Mikey, nothing - just voicemail… After a few hours, you thought he would at least call you or text you, nothing. Everything was silent. “Fuck….” exhaling in defeat, you began to go online to check and see how much it would cost to change your flights.
“Mikey, please, I’m begging you to at least answer my text. I need to see you, you promised to see me tomorrow...”
The message was sitting in your reply screen and you were hesitant to tap the send button. You don't want to seem desperate, giving him time to cool off may be better and it also gives you time to make a decision about your flights. You went to bed, the stinging in your chest and anxiety still gnawing at you. Your sister was surprised that you were sleeping by the time she got home. The next day, you immediately checked your phone, praying that you would have a text message from him. ...nothing, just silence and not even a ‘read’ notice on your previous messages.
Mikey would usually pick you up at the same time and it was past that time already, you kept sitting by the stairway hoping you would hear the familiar sound of his bike and that he would stroll in with that smile on his face. You were met with nothing but silence, he promised to see you and give you an answer, he held your hand, he kissed you, he knew you fell for him and yet here you are without him. The sun was beginning to set and you thought you heard a bike headed your direction - your heart began to beat faster and your excitement was hard to contain. A man riding a motorcycle just stopped in front of the building and hopped off to deliver some food. “Hello, here is your food.” The tightness in your chest made it clear that he wasn’t coming back “oh, I’m sorry, this isn’t my food - the unit you’re looking for is down that way” You pointed in the direction of the person’s apartment and the delivery guy shrugged and walked away. The tears in your eyes were blurring your vision, you couldn’t help but just walk away and enter the empty apartment.
“(Y/N)? I thought you were hanging out with your friend today?” You hear your sister say as she walks through the door, surprised that you were still home. A low ‘hmm’ was all you could say, she knew something was wrong and came to give you a big hug. “I’m changing my flights, he promised to see me and give me an answer to something really important...” She sighed, disapproving of your decision “You’ve only known him for a month, are you really going to waste your time waiting for him?” It’s true, you fell head over heels for this person and were making rash decisions. But you couldn’t go home without at least knowing the answer to your question.
Several days went by and you have yet to hear from Mikey, you stayed all day at the cemetery, roamed the areas he took you to and there was no sign of him. You had no idea where he lived and if he had any other friends that could help you, he was always alone and rarely did you hear his phone ring when you two were hanging out. Again, you pushed your flight for the following week and kept roaming the streets for him. Your calls weren’t being answered and your text messages were just left in limbo. Soon you realized that his phone was disconnected, this made your hopes of finding him even worse - you were almost running out of funds for your stay and reaching the max duration of stay for foreigners. You gave it one last shot and extended your stay for another week - this time you waited at the cemetery everyday and night. The night before your flight, you stood in front of the Sano grave and prayed that his brother would give you some sort of guidance or sign - there was nothing but emptiness and a void left in your heart.
“Miss, you’ve been here for the last 2 weeks - were you waiting on someone?” The nighttime caretaker asks you with a concerned tone. “Oh, yes - Mr. Sano’s younger brother, have you seen him recently by any chance?” The caretaker just shrugged his shoulders and said no. Mikey was nowhere to be found, his phone was disconnected and you couldn’t find him anywhere. Your flight was leaving tomorrow morning - you stayed as long as possible...just to see him one more time. Going home with only 3 photos of him wasn’t enough, you wanted to at least feel his lips on you one last time....
Part 4 End.
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I Don't Need It
• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader
• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff
• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn’t stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.
• Warnings: mental breakdowns, heartbreak, rejection, major angst, arguments, flashbacks, physical injuries, fighting, panic attacks, mentions of death. I swear this series is getting closer to an end oml
• Wordcount : 7.6k
• Masterlist here!
• Chapters: XVI, XVII
Jaemin sprinted down to the fields carrying his duffel bag, panting as he bumped into his coach. “Jaemin! Where have you been, son? The game’s starting in two hours and you’re not in uniform!” Coach exclaimed, a big sigh of relief coming from the older man as he placed his hand on his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his brows. Jaemin knelt down to place his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry Coach, the traffic here was pretty bad. I came as soon as I could, I promise!” the team captain gasped out, standing straight as he held the strap of his duffle bag to give his teacher a nervous smile. Coach sighed heavily before pointing his thumb behind him, “whatever, don’t scare me like that. Go change up and get yourself warmed up. 7 Laps should do,” Coach waved it off with a comforting smile.
“Thanks Coach, won’t let you down!” Jaemin exclaimed with a wide smile, immediately bolting to the locker rooms without hesitation. Coach smiled sadly as he watched the team captain sprint down the halls to try his best to get to the locker rooms as fast as he can, the sounds of the soles of his shoes making small squeaking sounds as they grind against the tiled floor.
Lately, he had noticed how Jaemin had been completely distracted from things these past couple of months. He had noticed how the enthusiastic boy who had been working so hard for two years to earn his position as team captain had become a hollow shell of his former self a couple months ago. Since he had to keep things professional, he didn’t want to ask him anything personal. He can only hope things were going to look up for the brown haired boy.
And for a small moment, things seemed like they did.
“Jaemin! Where the hell were you? You’re almost late,” Younghoon exclaimed, barging into the locker rooms to spot his friend strapping his pads around his knees and arms before grabbing his socks. “Good evening to you too, Younghoon,” Jaemin greeted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at his teammate as he slipped on one of his socks, pulling it up his feet and grabbing his shoes from his duffle bag.
“Relax, I just got stuck in traffic, it’s not that big of a deal,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, scoffing as he pulled the other pair of his socks up and slipped on his shoes before standing up on his two feet. “There weren’t many people on the bleachers when I got here anyway,” Jaemin patted his friend on his shoulder before grabbing his water bottle and zipping up his bag, walking up to his locker as if he had all the time in the world.
“I’ll be right out, just let me take a moment to think things over a bit,” Jaemin waved his friend off, opening his locker before shoving his bag into it and looking at the mirror he had stuck on the door to examine his appearance. “Alright then, but don’t take too long. We’re going to have a role call soon,” Younghoon nodded, walking out of the locker room to jog back to the field where the others were.
Jaemin sighed, hearing the door creak as it slowly closed. Shutting his locker door he backed away, slinging his towel around his shoulder before sitting down on one of the seats in the middle of the room. Sucking in his lips and kissing his teeth, he felt his heart getting heavy as his mind went through flashbacks to when he stopped by your house to give you those gifts he gathered.
‘I hope she liked it,’ he thought to himself, rubbing his forehead as he attempted to compose himself up to put up a serious front for the game. ‘It’s the last game,’ he leaned his chin against his palm, looking down at his shoes, remembering how you and your family had gifted them back on his 17th birthday, a couple days before he was elected as Captain.
“Happy Birthday, Nana!” you exclaimed with a bright smile on your face, giving him a big hug after you placed your gift along with the other pile of elegantly wrapped presents from his friends and relatives. “You’re finally in your sweet seventeen! How does it feel to be on your last stage of teenage hood?” you grinned, looking up at your friend with a playful expression.
Jaemin bit back a frown when he noticed his relatives and friends gushing at your sudden display of affection at the corner of his eyes. In a failed attempt to hide his annoyance from you, he gently wiggled himself out of your embrace, giving you an awkward (obviously forced) smile as he placed his hands on your shoulder gently, taking a step back to keep some distance in between the two of you.
“Thanks for coming Y/n,” he smiled, letting go of your shoulders with his lips pressed into a thin line. “Of course. I’m literally across the street,” you rolled your eyes, laughing lightly before grabbing your gift and placing it in his arms. “Open it! Seriously, this year I saved up for your present considering my parents are constantly nagging me for wasting their money a lot,” you giggled, gulping inaudibly as you avoid the eerie glares your parents sent you upon hearing your last comment.
Jaemin chuckled, looking back at your parents behind you and sending them a genuine smile, waving slightly as he watched your parents walk into the kitchen to chat with his other relatives. “Are you sure you didn’t steal money from a bank or something, the box actually feels like it has something inside of it,” he chuckled, attempting to get rid of the annoyance bubbling up inside of him as you giggled in response.
“I can guarantee you, no banks are robbed. I worked hard babysitting for my neighbours for weeks to get enough money to buy you a present without my parents complaining. I promise!” you grinned, putting a hand on your chest and putting the other up beside you as if you were making a pledge. “Now open it! I want to see your reaction!” you exclaimed, clasping your hands together with a small clap.
Jaemin looked down at his gift, knowing that people are going to comment at how sweet the two of you are being. Biting his lip before shaking his head ‘no’, “I’ll open it later after the party, I’ll let you know my-”
“Oh come on, Jae. Open the gift, I wanna see what she got you, too,” Hyuck exclaimed, coming up to the two of you and slinging an arm around both of your shoulders, giving you a mischievous grin. “Not gonna lie, I’m quite curious to see what she got you,” Jeno exclaimed with a soft smile, snucking his hands into his pockets with a soft shrug as he walked up to you guys.
Jaemin looked up at his friends with a blank expression before looking back at your hopeful expression. Sighing heavily, he sat on his couch and set the gift on his lap, pulling the string you had tied all over the box gently before pulling the lid off. Eyes widening slightly when he saw that it was the NIKE sport shoes he had been bugging about for the past two months.
‘Exactly how many babysitting jobs did you take to get this under two months?’
“I only got enough money for half, I used the birthday money I got from my aunt to pay the rest of it,” you spoke, as if you knew what he was thinking at that exact moment. “Just so you know I didn’t do something illegal,” you joked, raising your pinky to indicate that you really didn’t do anything suspicious to get him the shoes in question.
“Y/n, you really didn’-”
“Y/n! You got my son a pair of shoes?” Mrs. Na exclaimed, walking up towards you and landing a hand on your shoulder as Hyuck backed off to give both of your parents a polite bow. “Y/n has been working a lot of babysitting duties to get Jaemin these out of the goodness in her heart,” your mother bragged, making your smile falter slightly, your eyes darting to Jaemin’s figure.
“No, Mom! It’s nothing really, I just wanted to do something nice for a friend!” you shook your head abruptly, waving your hands around. not wanting to make a big fuss about this, knowing full well that Mrs. Na was going to bring up the soulmate talk again. You didn’t want Jaemin to get upset on his birthday because of this.
“That’s so nice of her! Y/n, you’re such an angel. Jaemin, why can’t you get her something as well? Usually, the gentlemen always buys the lady gifts. Why can’t you just accept the fact that you’re lucky enough to have Y/n as a soulmate and drop this whole nonsense,” his mother exclaimed, giving you both an innocent smile as she softly pats Jaemin on the shoulder.
You watched as the slightly annoyed look on Jaemin’s face darkened, his jaw clenched slightly as his fists gripped hard on the box to suppress his anger. “Really mom? Right now?” he deadpanned, looking up at his mother with half-lidded eyes. Clicking his tongue, he closed the box again and stood up from his sitting position on the couch, handing you the box with a lazy attempt of a smile.
“Jaemin doesn’t have to accept the present if he doesn’t want to, it’s his birthday after all,” your father said, attempting to ease down the tension in the atmosphere, waving it off as he placed a hand on your head to give you some comfort, causing a small smile to spread across your lips as you looked down at your feet.
“Here, you can have it. I don’t think I’m going to use it much anyways,” Jaemin spoke with a click of his tongue, oblivious to how a wave of sadness glossed over your pupils at his words. You stopped yourself from dropping your jaw as you saw Mrs. Na’s eyes widened in shock as well at her son’s sudden rude behavior, knowing that if he didn’t accept the gift, she was going to give him a shameless scolding in front of his friends and relatives.
Gulping, you pushed the gift back to him as you shook your head. “Come on! You’re going to be Captain soon! I’m sure you can use these to flex or as a celebration. You can just keep them! You don’t have to wear them or anything-” Jaemin was unaware that you were trying to keep him from getting scolded by his mother in front of his friends. All that was going through his mind at that exact moment was how he was blaming you for embarrassing him in front of his family and friends.
“No, I insist. You can take it back. Hell, you can wear it if you want,” he shook his head, shoving the box back in your arms with an annoyed huff. You held the box against your chest at his sudden use of force, surprised at his sharp tone as you sucked in a deep breath to compose yourself as you began to feel a jolting pain in your wrist and a dull ache in your chest.
“Jaemin! It’s rude to give back birthday gifts! What’s wrong with you? That’s your soulmate, right there. You can’t just shove a gift back to her so rudely, this isn’t how I raised you. Accept her gift right now or else,” Mrs. Na scolded, attracting attention from the other guests in the house. Jaemin tensed up, taking a deep breath to keep his cool before looking back up at you and forcefully taking the box from your arms with one hand.
“Happy?” he mumbled under his breath quietly, but loud enough for only you to hear, his cold tone inevitably sending daggers piercing into your heart. He then walked off to place the box along with the other pile of presents, leaving you standing there awkwardly in between your parents and your friends, who were equally surprised at his sudden actions.
“Fuck.” Jaemin hissed under his breath, burying his head in his arms as he remembered the lost, hurtful expression on your face. His chest aching with guilt and his stomach bubbling with anger as he tries to suppress his emotions. He couldn’t imagine how hurt you must’ve felt by his harsh attitude, he couldn’t help but feel angered by his own past actions, his immaturity, his selfishness.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t come, really,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his face out of frustration as he stood up, kicking the lockers to release some of his pent up anger before sighing heavily. He winced when a sudden pain appeared on his wrist, his heart aching as he couldn’t get you out of his thoughts.
The way your eyes glossed whenever he said or did something out of anger, the way you still smiled through the pain he put you through, the way you would still pretend to be okay and pretended that his actions didn’t affect you at all deep down the next day. The thought of how you came to start hating the soulmate system because of him made him feel an unbelievable amount of guilt.
The thought of how many times Renjun had comforted you as you were crying your eyes out because of what he did sent knives into his heart and flames into his blood. The thought of how the thing you desired most, the thing you wanted most in your life, love. Was the one thing he had stomped over and over again to the point you couldn’t find the energy to fix what’s left made him want to tear himself from the inside and out.
“I’m a fucking asshole, I really didn’t deserve her,” he hit his head against the metal surface of his locker door, ignoring the pain that came with it, for the pain in his chest was greater than anything he had ever imagined. He couldn’t imagine how scared you were when you felt this searing pain for the first time all alone, he still couldn’t imagine how you still had the patience to live through this until you became numb to the pain.
He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve your affections. He didn’t deserve to receive all of your love letters. He didn’t deserve to receive all of your weekly Thursday cookies. He didn’t deserve the shoes you got him for his birthday (the one he’s currently wearing). He didn’t deserve to receive your music box as a gift. Hell, he doesn’t deserve to get an ounce of kindness from you.
All he knew was that if you didn’t show up. If you really prove to him that you want him out of your life, he was willing to deal with the heartbreak that comes with it tenfold. From now on, he would stop being so immature. So ungrateful. So selfish. He didn’t want to be the same person he was then.
He knows that from this day on, he wouldn’t complain about any of your decisions. He would do what you have been doing for the past two years. Take the pain and push it down his throat until he was almost walking on them.
“Wait, wait, wait, let me take a minute to run things over.”
You bit your lip, gripping your pillow against your chest tighter as you heard Renjun take a deep inhale through your phone speakers. “Jaemin came up to your house without any warnings whatsoever to give you an ominous bag that could’ve possibly lead to your demise and apologized to you and asked you to watch his game this afternoon last week and you decided to tell me this the very last minute?” Renjun exclaimed with a deadpan tone.
You gritted your teeth, making a small ‘pop’ sound with your lips before sighing. “Well... yeah basically,” you shrugged, placing your chin on your pillow as you winced at your last minute decision. But you desperately need your best friend to give you advice if what you’re doing was the right thing to do. “So what? Are you actually going to go? It’s starting in two hours-ish?” Renjun asked as he played his game, you could almost hear the battle going on behind the screen as he aggressively clicks on his keyboard while muttering incoherent swears under his breath.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you gripped the letter Jaemin had written for you in your hands. You let out another exhausted sigh, looking up at your wall clock. “No, I don’t think so,” you shook your head, realising that Renjun couldn’t see you do so a few seconds afterward. “I mean, I considered it. But I don’t know, I’m scared,” you frowned, placing the letter beside your phone.
“Are you sure? I know you’re scared but are you sure you don’t want to come to his last game?” Renjun asked, popping a chip in his mouth as he listened closely to your upcoming words. “Aren’t you supposed to be hyping up my decision to be an independent woman who’s going to live her life all sad and alone because she just rejected her soulmate,” you complained in a joking tone, attempting to lighten up the situation a bit.
“Listen, listen!” he chuckled, swearing afterwards when he avoided an attack. “I’m not saying you have to. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself and it’s completely understandable for you to say no considering he treated you like trash for the past two years and got pretty petty when you pulled an uno reverse card for three months,” Renjun explained, popping a potato chip in his mouth in between sentences, giving you ‘that low quality asmr experience’ as he would like to say.
“I just had flashbacks to when you were still a big simp for him. How you used to come to all of his games and how you said you promised to yourself that you were going to attend all of them until his last one,” Renjun continued on, pausing his game to pay close attention when choosing his words considering you’re actually asking for advice from him. “I would prefer you not to go, to be honest. But if I remember correctly, you did say it’s been some sort of tradition for you two to hang out after a game or something?” Renjun scratched the back of his head.
“So you’re saying that it wouldn’t hurt to go one last time?” you asked, looking back down on the letter in your hands. “I’m saying that this is a choice you should be making yourself, not me. Think over the pros and cons and weigh them all out. The choices you make today will heavily impact on your love life,” Renjun advised with a click of his tongue, playing with the controller in his hand as he gazed at the paused game on the screen.
“Pros of me going to his game is fixing our relationship and us starting over. But the cons of me going is that I’d possibly get hurt again at some point, I’m not ready to get hurt again,” you frowned, picking on your nails nervously as you think things over with furrowed brows. “Though, if I don’t go, I would completely get rid of the chance of having a future with Jaemin and lose contact with him all together for possibly the rest of our lives,” you mumbled under your breath, letting out a huff of breath in distress.
“The pro is that I’m certain I won’t feel the same pain as the one I’ve been feeling for the majority of high school, right?” you let out a nervous laugh, looking back at your phone. “Y/n, you and I both know that you know the answer to that,” Renjun sighed sympathetically, knowing full well that either way, you had to risk the fact that you were still going to feel emotional pain. Back when you were still in middle school, you often researched the whole soulmate system religiously.
You knew that despite the fact that it was still a rare thing, rejecting your soulmate was equivalent to saying no to fate. There was a thirty percent chance that you would rekindle your relationship afterwards considering you two were practically made for each other. But you knew that there was a greater chance of being alone with the constant dull ache in your chest for the rest of your life. And you weren’t sure if you could handle that considering you haven’t been doing so well emotionally during the past three months.
Well, he did reject you first. It’s not that you were seeking for revenge or anything, but it would be reasonable for you to refuse, right? Though the thought of living with eternal loneliness with the five percent chance of finding someone else was quite unsettling to think about. You knew that one your soulmate rejects you for good, the soulmate mark would turn grey and fade away. But the outline of your mark would leave permanent marks to remind you of the pain for the rest of your life.
Were you willing to risk getting hurt one more time and go to the game to support your soulmate or will you stay home and risk having the one thing you admired so much disappear from your life permanently?
“So, have you decided yet? The game starts in less than thirty minutes,” Renjun asked after a pregnant pause, smiling as he could practically hear the gears in your head working. You have never been the quiet thinker, after all. You looked down at your wrist, tugging the sleeve of your shirt down to reveal your soulmate mark, your eyes burning holes at the evidence of your emotional pain painted on your skin.
How could something so small cause so much pain?
“I’ll give you a moment to think things over yourself, okay?” Renjun coaxed in a soft tone, the same tone a mother would use to console their child. “Okay,” you replied shortly, biting your lip nervously. “I’ll see you at school, right?” he chuckled, his thumb hovering over the red button. “Of course, where else would I be?” you responded with a light laugh, shaking your head at your friend. You both said your own goodbyes before Renjun hung up the call without another word to continue his game and leave you with your thoughts.
“I’m still not sure,” you mumbled almost inaudibly, rubbing your hands over your face as you got up from your bed, dropping the letter on the pillow as you walked over to your closet. Sliding the door open, your eyes scanned the white hoodie Jaemin had left in your room a couple months ago. Back when the two of you were still on neutral terms, Jaemin would bring an extra hoodie since you would always forget yours (despite the fact that he knew how you were just making excuses to wear his clothes).
You didn’t know why he kept letting you use his hoodie despite the fact that you both knew you were purposely leaving yours at home. You remembered how he would flick your forehead whenever you got to his car and realise that you forgot your hoodie. He didn’t make you run back to your house to get one. You remembered how he would reach to the backseat of his car with a heavy sigh before pulling out some random hoodie of his and throwing it at your face sloppily.
You remembered how he would chuckle and flick your forehead before scolding you for the next five minutes as he drove the both of you to school about how you should never forget to bring your hoodie. How you shouldn’t make it a habit in case he fell sick and couldn’t bring you his. (In which you proceeded with replying how you hoped he would fall for you instead of falling sick, earning a death glare from the older boy in return)
You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled the hoodie from the closet, holding onto the clothing rack as you pulled the sleeve towards you to get a closer look at the clothing. It still had the strong distinctive smell of Jaemin’s cologne despite the fact it’s been locked away in your closet for the past five or four months. Your heart ached when you realized you missed those moments.
You missed having your usual morning conversations, your after school trips to the diner your parents used to take you everyday for lunch back when you were still in middle school, your little study dates. (not really dates but you just liked to call them that to fulfill your romantic fantasies with Jaemin despite the fact that he has told you countless of times that he’s only there because he doesn’t want both of your mothers scolding you for waking up at ass o’clock to do the homework you forgot about)
You missed Jaemin in general. The way he smiles whenever you do something to amuse him or make him happy. The way he worked hard to achieve his position as team captain while also making sure you were studying and eating well from time to time. You knew deep down Jaemin didn’t hate you, he still cared about you despite his mean actions. The hurtful things he did to you the past two years were hard to forget but you knew he was just frustrated.
It’s not that his actions weren’t acceptable but you couldn’t help but admit that part of this was your fault as well. If only you weren’t as eager to convince him to be your soulmate maybe the two of you would still be on good terms. If only you didn’t shove it into his face and overwhelm him with surprise gifts or small love letters ever since your soulmate mark appeared on your skin. Maybe then he would’ve given you a chance.
Looking it from his perspective, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for overwhelming him and pressuring him to accept your affections when he wasn’t sure of his own feelings towards you. Frowning, you remembered that day before the dinner party happened when Jaemin was driving the both of you back home. Your heart ached when you remembered how upset he was when then, remembering how he smiled at you when you succeed in comforting him.
You remembered the feeling of being content that day, listening to music as you and Jaemin talk about the random things you did at school during classes as you were on the way home. You missed it. You missed him. At this point, you didn’t care anymore if you and Jaemin won’t be a thing. You wanted your best friend back, turning your head towards the frame on your nightstand, you let out a small sigh.
Walking towards it, you picked the frame up in your hands to get a closer look. Your eyes softened when you saw the little scribbles you drew on the glass to decorate the picture inside of it. Inside the frame was a picture the two of you had taken together back during the summer right before you started middle school. Your parents had taken the both of you to Disneyland together to celebrate your graduation.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the picture, seeing as Jaemin had a bunny cap on his head and posing dramatically to the camera with a peace sign, his other hand wrapped around your neck to pull you down against him. While you, on he other hand, were smacking his arm aggressively to make him let you go as you laughed at the camera, giving the camera a peace sign as well. Your blurred hand causing a small chuckle from your own throat.
You were both so happy back then.
“Honestly, despite everything that happened, I would be surprised if she didn’t come,” Hyuck said, tugging on his socks before smacking his thighs with his lips sucked in as the three boys scanned the crowd to look for the girl that is Jaemin’s soulmate. “Really? Why?” Jeno asked with a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Wouldn’t it be the other way around?” he cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“Dude, think about it! I’ve seen k-dramas before. If Jaemin hadn’t invited her, I’m sure she would’ve come here anyway to watch whether he would fuck up on the last game of the year or not,” Hyuck smacked Jeno’s shoulder, a proud smile etched across the honey boy’s lips. “Listen man, she’s going to come here any second. I can feel it in my bones,” he added on, standing up dramatically and squinting his eyes at the students gathering to watch the game on the bleachers.
Jeno let out a small snort, standing up for a moment to give the younger boy a smack upside the head, smiling when he heard the boy let out a soft yelp despite the fact that he barely touched the boy. “What are you psychic?” he shot back with a raised brow. Hyuck glared down at the samoyed looking bastard before him smiling innocently, “I might as well be. With a brain like mine, I’m pretty sure I am,” he retaliated, sticking his tongue out as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Keep telling yourself that, Lee,” Jeno shook his head with a small click of his tongue. “We’re both Lees, you prick.”
“Shut up, both of you. Your loud asses are making my brainwaves malfunction, I can’t focus on finding y/n in the crowd,” Jaemin hissed, turning his head to his friends bickering right beside him before turning his head back to the crowd of students waiting for the game to start as they warm up for the next fifteen minutes. “Oh how the tables have turned,” Jeno chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Hyuck as they stared back at his friend.
At that moment in their eyes, Jaemin currently resembled a small hopeful puppy looking around for it’s owner, waiting for them to come home. Ironically to the reason why he was looking around so eagerly was almost no different than a puppy waiting for their owner to come home. With Jaemin’s brown hair messy and slight sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked around nervously, wishing desperately that you were sitting somewhere in the crowd with a corndog in hand waiting for him.
“Once again, Lee Jeno, shut up,” Jaemin turned his head to give his friend an innocent smile before frowning abruptly and turning his head back to the crowd, biting his lip as he cracked his knuckles to release tension in his muscles, stretching his arms in the process. “Do you know what your simp ass searching for y/n reminds me of?” Hyuck asked, giving his brown haired friend a cheeky grin.
“Y/n?” Jeno raised his brow teasingly.
“Bingo.”
“I’m getting flashbacks to when you would literally sprint like sonic the fucking hedgehog back to the locker rooms once the game was over so you wouldn’t have to talk to y/n and I quote ‘risk her embarrassing’ you in public’,” Hyuck raised both of his index and middle finger and wiggled them down to tease the boy even more. “Ah yes, poor girl was looking all over the stadium for you like a lost kitten, carrying water bottles for the whole group,” Younghoon suddenly joined in, sitting beside Jaemin and slinging his arm around the team captain’s shoulder.
“You’re really making me feel like an actual jackass for getting my hopes up,” Jaemin deadpan, looking back at his friends with a raise of his brow, using his hand to slide Younghoon’s arm off of his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. “I’m sure she’s going to show up, Capt. Relax, we were just messing with you,” Younghoon hit the back of his hand against Jaemin’s chest, giving him a light heartening smile to make the boy ease up a bit.
“As you said before, traffic was pretty bad right? School is what? 15-18 minutes away from her place?” Hyuck nodded enthusiastically, however the smile on his lips wasn’t genuine enough to convince him otherwise. “I shouldn’t get my hopes up anyway,” Jaemin frowned, feeling his heart grow heavy in his chest as he glanced back at the clock that was displayed on his phone lock screen, letting out a heavy sigh in response.
Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he patted his knees in an attempt to lighten the mood. “This is the last game until we actually graduate, how are we feeling?” he gave his teammates a sad smile, looking back at the stadium in front of them. “Like shit,” Hyuck responded with a small chuckle, laying his elbow on Jeno’s shoulder as they look around at their teammates chattering in the other benches.
“We’re growing up,” Jeno stated with a sigh, leaning back on his two arms on the bench. “Damn, have you guys picked your colleges yet?” he asked once again, earning a small pregnant pause. “I have a few choices but I’m letting my parents decide this one,” Jaemin responded, clicking his tongue as his thoughts wandered back to you at the mention of colleges.
Back when the two of you were still in middle school, the two of you promised that you would at least apply to the same college once or apply to colleges near each other so you could get in touch easily. He chuckled softly at the thought of making that pinky promise back when the two of you were still thirteen years old. ‘I don’t think we’re going to fulfill that promise, y/n,’ he thought to himself sadly, a sad smile spread across his face.
“They say that coach is electing a new captain soon, any bets?” Hyuck asked with a smile, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he nodded to their underclassmen chatting on the bench beside theirs. “What’s in it for us?” Younghoon asked, a grin spreading across his cheeks at the idea of one last bet. “How about if the loser gets to treat us to some barbeque?” Jeno piped up, pointing his index finger to the whole team.
He truly wouldn’t blame you if you decided not to show up. But he does admit that it would sting if you didn’t, you were his number one supporter after all (aside from his parents, of course). He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if you didn’t show up, he doesn’t know what he was going to do if you truly want him out of your life. He doesn’t know how he’s going to avoid you for the rest of the semester. But considering graduation is less than three months away, he knew that he would make do with busying himself with studying.
The boys looked around, internally gulping for their wallets before nodding. “You’re on. take your pick, Lee,” Younghoon nodded, shrugging nonchalantly. “I think Jung Sungchan over there is going to be the less idiotic version of Jaemin,” Hyuck pointed out, his eyes darting towards their unbelievably tall underclassman who was laughing along a joke Chenle told him. “Tall kid,” Jeno commented with a chuckle.
“I heard Yangyang’s taking a gap year before he goes back to Germany for college, my bets are on him,” Younghoon bit his lip, crossing his fingers together before aggressively pointing them at the German boy who was fiddling with his phone without a care in the world. “Good choice, good choice,” Jeno nodded, squinting his eyes at the younger boy before looking around his teammates. “Shotaro is pretty good, don’t you think?” Jeno commented.
“So your bet is on Shotaro?” Jaemin asked, raising his brows in amusement as he watched his friends make their last bet of the year. “Look man, have faith in the kid. Your unfocused ass never saw how he would train with Sungchan everyday after practice, they basically have the same skills,” Jeno scoffed, rolling his eyes as he smacked Jaemin’s shoulder in response, letting out a soft laugh afterward.
“Are you joining the bet or not, Jaemin?” Hyuck asked, raising a brow at his younger friend. Jaemin let out a chuckle, shaking his head profusely. “I’m good, I think I’m broke enough,” Jaemin raised his hand to wave it off, indicating that he was happy to be a spectator of their silly little bet. “You guys are idiots for making bets right before college starts,” Jaemin commented, making his friends laugh and nod in agreement.
“Coach is coming over, get up before you make anymore dumb decisions,” Jaemin teased with a light laugh, patting his friend’s shoulders before standing up and alerting his teammates to stand up and greet their coach with a formal bow before discussing over strategies five minutes before the game officially starts.
During the Coach’s explanations, Jaemin’s eyes couldn’t help but wander towards the crowd sitting on the bleachers once again, his heart feeling even more heavier than before as his anxiety rises up in his veins. Trying to put his head back in the game, he tried his best to think positive and stop looking back at the bleachers. ‘She’s coming right?’
‘Right?’
Jaemin was sitting now on the same spot on the bench as he was before. But this time, he was alone. There was no one left in the stadium other than himself and probably the staff cleaning up the back storage room. But other than that, he was completely and utterly alone with no one else but his own thoughts. His wrist was burning, his heart was aching like never before.
He wasn’t in his uniform anymore, he had showered and changed back into his original clothes. His team won the game as expected, everyone jumped for joy and congratulated them as they received their last trophy of the season. He watched as his friends, classmates and teammates gave each other some emotional support through hugs, bro-handshakes, pats on the back and other forms of silent congratulations.
Though his mind wasn’t in a state to celebrate. His heart was still searching for yours, his eyes wandered everywhere as the crowd of students gathered around him along with the students of the rivals he was competing with. With every passing second, his heart sank even more into his stomach as his tattoo began to glow red against his sweatband, the familiar searing pain gradually increasing as his heartbeat quickened its pace in hopes of searching for your figure waiting for him.
He showered as quickly as he could before running back to the stadium, going around and asking his classmates and your close friends who came to support the others on your whereabouts. Only to receive the same answer over and over again. Only to receive the same sympathetic expressions as sad shakes of their heads.
“I haven’t seen her since school ended.”
Nonetheless, Jaemin was too stubborn to go home. He wanted to wait for you. He had hope that you were on your way, he had hope that you would run into the stadium panting and sweating with a cold water bottle in your hand and a comforting smile stretched across your lips. He knew he was getting his hopes up. Why was he getting his hopes up now? Didn’t he tell himself that it was completely okay if you didn’t show up?
He didn’t have any expectations when he arrived but why now? Why did his mind have to build up high expectations and give him hope that you would come to the game right after he said that he didn’t have any hope that you were coming?
Oh who was he kidding?
He lied.
He lied to himself. That’s what he wanted to believe, he wants to be okay with the fact that you don’t want anything to do with him anymore. It was completely reasonable for you to do so. But he still couldn’t come to terms with it. He didn’t want to come to terms with it. It hurts when you try so hard not to set high expectations and not give you hope only for you to be disappointed when you realised all this time you were just lying to yourself to make yourself feel better.
“Was this what you had been feeling all this time?” he mumbled to himself, tired half lidded eyes looking down at the phone in his hand. His screen showed a picture you sent of yourself eating pocky sticks a couple months ago with the caption ‘you okay?’ right below it. “Was this what you had to go through countless of times?” He asked, his voice breaking slightly as he felt tears well up in his eyes as the pain in his heart increased tenfold, tightening his grip on his phone.
Jeno had offered him to go for a boys night out as a celebration, but Jaemin kindly declined, briefly saying that he wanted to stay back a bit to look around the stadium for memories sake one last time. But they both knew Jaemin was just saying that so that they could have fun without worrying about him, they knew that Jaemin was going to wait here until the stadium lights went off just for you. Because that’s exactly what you did back then whenever he escaped to go home alone after the game to hang out with his friends without you on his tail.
You waited for him on your regular spot on the bleachers or at the bench so you could offer Jaemin some ice cream to celebrate, oblivious to the fact that he had run off to celebrate with the rest of his teammates. Waiting until the stadium lights had dimmed and until the janitors told you that everyone else had gone home. It hurt to think that this happened throughout all of the games he had in his high school year.
They knew if he didn’t say that, they would’ve stayed to keep him company. But his excuse made them realise that he probably needed some time to process things himself. They could all see the sadness and guilt bubbling up in his pupils as he tried to keep up a strong front. Giving them waves and fist bumps before walking back to the stadium which was almost half empty.
He stayed on that bench for who knows how long, watching as one by one the stadium started to empty, so did his heart. He watched as the lights began to dim, just like his hopes of ever starting fresh with you. Biting his lip as he scanned the stadium, ignoring sympathetic stares from all his peers and a few of his rivals as he waited for you. He didn’t care about the embarrassment he was enduring, he didn’t care how people were talking about him.
Talking about how he deserved it for treating you like shit. Talking about how he finally got a taste of your own medicine. Talking about how bad he had to be for you, his own soulmate, to ditch him like this. Words hurt. Their words hurt him because he knew it was true. No matter how many times he denied it, it was all true. He did deserve this. He finally got a taste of his own medicine. He deserved to sit here waiting for who knows how long.
“Was this what you had to endure everyday?” he mumbled to himself, finally letting himself break once the stadium lights had dimmed, signalling that they were going to close the school soon. Slipping his phone back into the pocket of his jacket he raised his left wrist up and gazed down, his glossy, red eyes unwavering at the red glow surrounding the outline of his tattoo. The pain in his heart outweighs the pain in his wrist. The least he could do now is suck it up and bear with it.
Slowly, he got up from the bench and began walking to the parking lot. The pain in his heart caused his tears to gather in his eyes even more as he walked to his car with hands in his jacket pockets. He pulled out his car keys, pressing the button to unlock it before getting in the driver’s seat, shutting it close behind him with a soft ‘slam’.
He let out a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms on top of the steering wheel of his vehicle, burying his face into his arms before releasing all of his pent up emotions. Letting his tears flow like a dam being broken down, sobs erupting from his throat as he finally succumbed to the pain in his chest. Digging his fingers into the leather of the steering wheel as he cried his emotions out. The guilt, the sadness, the anger, the self-hatred he had built up for himself finally bursting.
His heart was crying out for yours. Throughout his whole life, you were always there to comfort him when he was at his worst. Now that you were no longer in his life, he had no one else to hold on to. And it was all his fault. It was his fault for taking you for granted. And now he has to come to terms that he has lost you by his own actions.
And now he had to bear with the consequences of his actions.
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Summary: Mahiru is a demon and he saves an angel who was being chased. It is illegal for them to interact but Mahiru takes Kuro home to treat his wounds. (KuroMahi, Angel AU)
(Part 1) // Part 2
Mahiru walked beside the gate that laid between the land of demons and angels. He was a demon and he had always wondered about the land of angels beyond the gate. Due to the conflict between the two kingdoms, it was illegal to cross the border into the other’s land. He pulled his hood over his head so no one would recognize him. He would often visit the gate to pick the herbs that grew on the angel’s land.
A cluster of medicinal flowers sat a few feet from the gate and Mahiru was able to reach through the bars to pick the herbs on the other side. He knew that it was dangerous to trespass onto the angel’s land but he reasoned that it was only his hand. Mahiru was a healer and the herbs were essential in potions and medicines. He hurriedly filled the basket he brought with him.
The distinct sound of horses charging towards him caught his attention and it made him pull his hand back instinctively. At first, he thought that a gatekeeper had spotted him and they would arrest him. Mahiru picked up his basket and turned around to run. He only took a few steps before he realized that the noise came from the other side of the gate.
He looked back and spotted an angel being chased by demons on horses. Mahiru was confused to see demons on the other side of the gate. The angel stopped in front of the gate and his eyes met with Mahiru. The desperation in his red eyes called out to Mahiru even though they didn’t exchange a word. He didn’t know why the demons were chasing the angel but he couldn’t simply ignore a person who needed help.
“Can’t deal.” The angel’s words were followed by a muttered curse. His white wings were injured so he couldn’t fly away to escape. Kuro was cornered against the gate but he searched for an opening. He doubted the brunette demon would save him from the men chasing him. He turned around to face the men and drew his sword from its sheath.
“Pour toucher le soleil! Walls cannot stand between us. Let my hands reach you.” Mahiru used the spell to turn himself into sunlight and passed through the gate. He grabbed the angel’s shoulder and a bright light wrapped around them. His spell blinded the other demons and the distraction allowed Mahiru to save him. He pulled the angel to the other side of the gate where he took him into the dense forest.
“I don’t think the demons followed us. This is my home so we should be safe here. Sit down and let me look at your wings.” Mahiru told the angel once they were alone in his farm house. He was glad that he lived alone so he wouldn’t have to explain the man’s presence to anyone. He closed all the curtains and looked back to the man he rescued.
From the angel’s expression, Mahiru could see that he was uncertain and apprehensive. He understood how he felt since it was dangerous for him to be on the demon’s land. When Mahiru crossed the gate to save him, his only thought was to help him and he didn’t consider the risk. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Mahiru and I’m a healer. Will you let me heal your wings?”
Kuro watched him carefully as he asked the question. The scent of herbs surrounded Mahiru and the house so he knew that he was being truthful that he was a healer. He didn’t know if he could fully trust him but he slowly unfurled his wings from behind him. When Mahiru took a step towards, he backed away and asked, “Why would you help me?”
Mahiru’s answer was: “Thinking simply, I didn’t want to see you be killed.”
“You’re a demon like the men who were chasing me so you should be on their side. They could be after me for revenge. Before the gate was built, I fought in countless battles against demons.” Kuro said and watched Mahiru for his reaction. His brown eyes widened slightly and a moment of sadness passed over his face. His expression stabbed Kuro’s heart and made him feel guilty.
“I’ve lost people in those battles and I miss them every day. You must have people who would miss you as well. That’s the only reason I need to save someone, whether they’re a demon or an angel.” Mahiru told him in a soft voice. He didn’t break his gaze from Kuro’s and his brown eyes were honest. “I don’t hate angels. The only ones I resent are the royal angels who took my family from me. Will you sit down and let me help you now?”
“You’re a strange man.” He said but he lowered himself into a chair. Mahiru sat in front of him and Kuro spread out his wings so he could examine the injury. His touch was gentle and light as he moved aside the bloody feathers. “My name is Kuro. I was flying and the assassins ambushed me. Hugh will lecture me for leaving the castle without a guard. Can’t deal.”
“Assassins? Castle?” He repeated. Mahiru’s brows furrowed slightly and he wondered about the man before him. Who was he? Kuro suddenly became quiet after he realized that he had revealed too much about himself. He bit his lip because he knew that he would have a lot of questions for him. Mahiru smiled in understanding and said, “I won’t ask you about the attack. Let’s focus on your wings.”
He dipped a cloth into a bucket of water and then washed the blood from his wings. While his feathers were white, they had a unique blue hue on the tip and it made Mahiru think of the moon. He was careful to not tangle his feathers as he smoothed an ointment over the wound. “This ointment is made from an herb I grow. They help demon wings and I hope they’ll work on angel wings as well. You should rest your wings for a few days.”
“Thanks.” Kuro said once he finished treating the small wound. He stood and folded his wings beneath his cloak. The slight movement irritated the wound and it caused him to wince. Mahiru must’ve noticed his pain since he quickly jumped to his feet to help him. “I’m fine. I haven’t had to walk in a while so I hope the gate isn’t too far from this farm.”
“Are you planning to go back to the gate right away, Kuro? It’s dangerous. Angels aren’t allowed to be on the demon’s land and you could be put in prison. You can’t fly so it’ll be difficult for you to run if a demon sees you.” Mahiru stopped him from leaving by placing his hands on his shoulders. “You can hide here while your wings heal.”
“Won’t you be in trouble for sheltering an angel?” Kuro pointed out.
“I already crossed the gate to save an angel. I don’t think I can get in more trouble than I already am.” Mahiru shrugged and then a smirk spread across his face. Kuro thought his smile was charming. He had heard that most demons had spells that could bewitch others but he doubted Mahiru was using his powers on him. His smile was simple and honest.
“I’ll stay for the night but I can’t risk staying longer.”
Kuro found himself staying on the farm for a week. He would help Mahiru tend to the garden but he was careful to hide his wings whenever he was outside. Aside from a couple customers, very few people visited Mahiru. He was still wary of other demons discovering that he was an angel but he trusted Mahiru. He had many chances to betray him yet he kept him hidden in his home and tended to his wings.
As he grew to know Mahiru more, he felt conflicted about what he should do. He knew that it was best for him to leave or else someone could discover their secret. On the other hand, Kuro would worry about him if he returned to his castle. What if the assassins who were chasing him learned that Mahiru was the one who saved him?
“Take me back to the time when we first kissed,” Mahiru’s smooth voice brought Kuro out of his thoughts and he turned to him. He sang to the flowers as he watered the garden and the plants danced along to his voice. Kuro enjoyed the simple days he spent with him. He must’ve noticed him staring since he turned to him and their eyes met. “Do I have dirt on my face?”
“A little. Hold still and I’ll get it for you.” Kuro closed the space between them and stopped in front of him. He rubbed his thumb over his soft cheek and brushed the dirt from his face. His fingers lingered on his skin and his touch relaxed Mahiru until his eyes drifted close. “What was that song you were singing? You sing it often.”
“Angels and Demons.” He answered and opened his eyes. They were so close that Mahiru was able to see the small details in Kuro’s stunning eyes. “The song has been passed down in my family. My ancestor was the maid of a noble demon engaged to an angel. Their love was said to be like a fairy tale. At least, that’s what my mother told me. It’s hard to remember a time when we were once at peace.”
“I was raised in that war. When Sensei announced that the fighting was over and the gate was to be made, I was relieved. I never thought I would be here again or see this side of the demon’s society.” Kuro’s hand moved from his cheek to pat his hand. His hand was strong yet it made Mahiru feel safe and reassured. “I would have never met you if you didn’t pass that gate.”
“We’ll probably never see each other again once you return.” He added and Mahiru looked down at the ground. He didn’t want Kuro to see him sad. They had grown close in their time together and he would miss him after he was gone. He knew that it was best for him to return home so he never voiced his thoughts. “How do your wings feel?”
“I haven’t tried to fly yet but they feel strong.” He subtly moved his wings beneath his cloak.
Kuro was taken by surprise when Mahiru suddenly hugged him. “You can’t do something like that while we’re outside, Kuro. Someone might walk by and see that. They’ll question why you’re hiding your wings to begin with. Be careful, okay?”
“I will.” He said but he could feel his cheeks start to burn. Mahiru realized that he was holding him close and became flustered as well. He quickly stepped back from him and he almost tripped on a thick root. Kuro instinctively reached forward to catch him even though Mahiru was able to balance himself on the fence.
They were both distracted and neither noticed the men approaching them. Kuro was the first to sense the army and he turned around to face them. He stepped in front of Mahiru to protect him. He recognized the men who approached him and he was shocked to see angels on the demon’s land. “What are you doing here, Hyde?”
“My brother went missing and I went through the trouble to search for him. You can act a little more grateful, Nii-san.” Hyde said and dismounted from his horse. As he walked closer, Kuro unfurled his wings to hide Mahiru from the men’s eyes. His brother noticed his action and raised a brow at him. “Who is your little friend?”
“He saved my life and treated my wings. Don’t glare at him like that.” Kuro told him and flapped one of his wings to lightly hit Hyde when he leaned too close to Mahiru. “I hope you spoke with the Demon King before you marched the army into his land. It’ll be troublesome if they think that we’re here to cause trouble. We don’t want another war to start.”
“I sent him a message before we opened the gate but I didn’t wait for his reply. I think he’ll understand why. Our prince suddenly went missing and there was evidence that demons attacked him. Let’s return to the castle, Kuro.” Hyde said and placed his hand on his shoulder.
“You’re a prince?” A sharp gasp escaped Mahiru. He didn’t try to hide his shock as he stepped away from the group. Mahiru couldn’t take his eyes off Kuro as he leaned back against the fence. He believed that he was a simple angel but he was truly a prince. He thought of what he said the day he saved him and he now understood them better.
While he hadn’t lied to Mahiru, Kuro still felt guilty for keeping his identity a secret from him. He was confused when Mahiru made a painful laugh. “I’m glad that your family found you.”
Mahiru sprouted his wings and flew away. Kuro quickly flew after him and called his name. “Mahiru, wait!”
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I Wish (Part IV, Continuing from When You Love Someone)
Group: DAY6
Genre: DAY6 TRILOGY CONTINUATION (What Can I Do, I Loved You, When You Love Someone)
A/N: After like 4 years of people trying to get me into Day6, I’m finally here with What Can I Do playing on repeat in the bg to help me vibe with what I’m writing. Biggest thank you to the person who got me into this mess, I might just cry with how many things I have up my sleeves now.
"3... 2... 1... Younghyun! I'm coming to find you!”
!Younghyun covers his mouth with glee, listening to his best friend run down the hallway and right past the cabinet he was hiding in.
"Jieun, please be careful down the stairs!" He heard his mother calling out from downstairs.
"Okay!" Jieun's voice rings through the house as her footsteps trace back down the steps. Younghyun closes one eye to look through the gap between the two doors, watching Jieun return up to the second floor.
"Younghyun!" The eight year old boy covers his mouth, preventing himself from laughing. Hide-and-seek is an important game ans he cannot lose to a girl.
"Younghyun~!" She shouts in a sing-songy voice, closer to the cabinet than he would like her to be. Then Jieun suddenly turns to the cabinet, catching that little glimmer in her eyes when she realised he could be hiding in there.
Younghyun's mother can hear the excited screams and yells from the second floor when she assumes Jieun has found her son hiding in his favourite hiding spot, the sound of their laughter only bringing her joy and comfort.
In the night, Younghyun's mother leaves two waterbottles outside the tent they were sleeping in (that was pitched in Younghyun's room) before leaving, turning off the lights before closing the door behind her. Younghyun crawls out, grabbing a torchlight and shining the bright beam at Jieun's gameboy as it beeps to life.
Little did they know it would be the last time they could do that, or even fit into the tent.
Younghyun was a quick-witted child, understood things faster than normal kids would. Jieun's pink-blushed face was looking down at him through the window of the passenger's seat infront as her father thanks Younghyun's parents for the three-week-long babysitting.
"Where is she going? Why is she leaving? Is she coming back? Did I do something wrong?"
Jieun's father squats and pats Younghyun's head, offering the child a look of apology that he will not understand for the next five years or so.
"We'll come back to visit, okay? Thank you for taking care of my Jieun for me."
It's like the adult thinks he can replace Younghyun's best friend when he hands him a toy robot. Jieun's eyes are unable to peel away from Younghyun when the car jerks after her father shuts the car door. Younghyun's mother is desperately wiping her son's face and holding him in his arms while he watches the car drive off.
"We'll come back to visit" is one of the biggest lies an adult can tell a child.
Younghyun jerks awake from his sleep, the alarm jolting him out of his nightmarish memory. Slamming a hand down into the alarm clock, he shuts it off and sits up, fingers running through his hair with his eyes still closed.
Kim Jieun... do you not remember me?
Park Jaehyung and Kim Jieun look a little too close for Younghyun's liking, but what can he say? They had sleepovers when they were 8 years old -- had her father not dragged her halfway across the country then, he would be in Jaehyung's place right now.
Funny how all three new students were all dumped in his class though. Kim Jieun, Yoon Dowoon and Park Jaehyung. Yet, while Jieun and Jaehyung looked like they were having the time of their lives, Dowoon seemed like he'd be better off dead.
"Hi, are you three doing alright in school?" Jieun looks up to Wonpil, eyes halved into crescents as he does his job of being the class president. Younghyun watches Jieun and Jaehyung nod and thank him, but Dowoon's earpieces were shoved so far into his ear canals, Wonpil goes unheard.
"Yah," Younghyun is surprised when Jieun drops honorifics when she calls out to Dowoon. "He's talking to us."
Dowoon gives her a side stare, and proceeds to continue ignoring her.
"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time." Looking over at Dowoon again, she tries once more to get his attention.
“It’s okay,” Wonpil shakes his head, gently blocking her from reaching out to him. “I get it. He just needs time.”
Wonpil nods, giving Dowoon one more glance before returning to his seat. At the end of the day, Younghyun and Jieun had been rostered to clean the classroom, so he feels nothing but discomfort when she exhibits the diligence she was already known for back then. Picking up the mop and the broom, she starts cleaning the floor without hesitation, without giving Younghyun a second look.
Does she not remember me or--
"Kang Younghyun."
It feels like his heart had just been stabbed by an electric rod, and it takes mountainous effort for him to contain the shock and surprise he was about to barf out.
"Can you do your job?"
The boy rolls his eyes, frustrated and frankly, a little hurt that she doesn't remember him. A painful wincr of a smile shows up on his lips when she comes over, handing him one of the mops.
How many ‘Kang Younghyun’s are there anyway? Do I even look that different? Just what is keeping her from--
"When were you ever this useless?"
His eyes dart up from the table to hers, face blank but eyes full of meaning.
"I'll admit that I didn't recognise you the other day when we bumped into each other," Younghyun's heart is about to lurch out of his chest. "But it clicked so..."
The world is silent for some seconds. Younghyun's heart is yearning to reach out and hug her for he had lost the one thing he would have rather had for the rest of his life. But Jieun would probably take it the wrong way... or rather -- his replacement might not like it.
"How are you?"
The question takes Younghyun by surprise. Why did it take her so long to finally ask this? He, unfortunately, cannot swallow his pride and take her into his arms the way he wants to.
“I’m fine,” He spits, grabbing the mop and moving off to mindlessly paint the floor with water that he wasn’t even sure was clean. Jieun's eyebrows flatten against her features, confused but silent in understanding. She can only imagine how angry he was, and when a child’s anger goes unanswered, unfixed for a decade... it turns into something of a grudge that she isn’t sure she can undo.
Younghyun carelessly flings the mop around the space, the water sprinkling on all kinds of surfaces before Jieun runs over, nearly wishing to shove the mop into his face.
How immature can he get, over something that wasn’t in my control?
“Younghyun--”
“I’ve done my job,” Offering her the most nonchalant smile he can force onto his lips, he raises a fist in a bid to ‘encourage’ her. Jieun huffs in disbelief, hand running through her hair as he leaves the classroom. “Have fun.”
Jieun: i can’t believe he was such a jerk about it
You: doesn’t he know you couldn’t have done anything about it anyway
Jieun: i don’t know
Jieun: i just wish he knows i was just as sad as he was when my dad brought me away
You: maybe you need to give him time, like dowoon does
Jieun: sigh
Jieun: you’re right
Jieun: you’re there already, aren’t you?
You: yeah, what’ya want?
Jieun: nah, i’m okay. i’ll be back a little later though, had to clean up whatever younghyun didn’t
You: alright
Jieun: see you later!
Pausing right outside the cafe, Jaehyung locks the phone and sucks in a deep breath, the transparent glass providing him with a flawed view of the barista. Failing to remember the last time he had such a huge crush on someone he doesn’t even know, he gathers his courage in the palms of his sweaty hands as he pushes himself into the cafe.
“Welcome!” Her voice sounds like wind chimes and bells. “Oh! It’s you!”
“Right, hi,” Get your shit together, man.
“I’m guessing two milkshakes?” My God, that smile should be illegal.
“Uh-- just one today, actually.”
“Oh?” Her eyes widen, enlarging all the sparkles in her eyes. “Do you want to try something else?” Leaning forward over the counter, she points to the menu board stuck upright. “You can try the cold brew coffee. It’s a new item and I’ve tried it myself, pretty refreshing.”
“Okay, sure.”
That was too quick a response, man.
“Alright! Just give me a few minutes.”
I’ll give you all the time you need.
There was a struggle to contain all that admiration and envy for just a single person. When she brings the cup of coffee over, it looks like an angel serving you a cup of heaven.
She smiles not with her lips, but with her eyes, and Jaehyung cannot help but to purse his lips in a bid to contain his happiness.
"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time."
Younghyun shifts his weight to the side, brain empty of thoughts besides thinking of the way Jieun spoke to Yoon Dowoon, spoke of Yoon Dowoon. The arcade had an occasional jingle sound to it due to the bell hung on the door, coupled with the rapid shooting from FPS games and then there’s the incessant smashing of game console buttons--
“Get out of my seat, cunt.”
Younghyun’s ears are drawn to the familiar voice -- a big burly dude who didn’t do much but torment the kids in the arcade. He knows better not to interfere so he plasters his attention back to the motorbike racing game he was on.
“But I don’t see your name on the console.”
The voice wrings Younghyun out of his virtual competition, an instinct telling him to get up and stop the impending disaster. He couldn’t decide if it was because he knew the big guy was a bully, or if he’s figured out that Yoon Dowoon must be related to Jieun of some sorts.
“You little--” Yoon Dowoon braces himself for impact, arm covering his head, until he hears a thud right above him. His eyes travel up, logic taking awhile to settle around his saviour’s facial features as the bully’s wrist is held tightly in someone else’s palm.
“He’s got a point. Console doesn’t have your name on it.”
Dowoon frowns when he connects the dots, suddenly more agitated that he needs another boy to help him out of his misery. Out of annoyance, and of the many options he could’ve chosen to carry out, he chooses to storm off.
Younghyun smirks to himself, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.
Dowoon finds himself stranded along the roadside after he’s bought himself a little bottle of milk, the kind that his father used to get for him when he was a kid, before his mother had chosen to remarry one of the richest Kims in the country.
He fiddles with the ointment and the single hard-boiled egg in his pocket, silently hoping that if his classmate wouldn’t appear from the corner and beat him into a pulp the way he probably had been, Dowoon could show some kind of gratitude.
Speaking of the Devil, Younghyun turns round the corner, slight frustration overwhelming his eyes when he spots Dowoon candidly sipping on his milk.
“You really know how to run away from a fight, don’t you?” He grabs the chair and plops himself down, already ready to shove that bottle of milk down Dowoon’s mouth for ditching him. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, he manages to restrain himself from wincing.
Dowoon pulls out the ointment and hard-boiled egg, gently pushing it across the table. The gesture catches Younghyun off-guard, a second smile of disbelief surfacing on his lips.
“Were you just waiting for me to show up so you could hand me these?”
Dowoon mischievously raises a brow, taking a loud sip from his milk. “Mhm.”
Younghyun cannot help but snort at Dowoon’s daring nature before he picks the egg up and rubs it across his cheekbone.
“So,” Dowoon doesn’t hesitate to start. “What’s your relationship with Jieun?”
The smile falls from Younghyun’s face, and Dowoon isn’t an idiot. Contrary to his silent demeanor, he used to be known for being able to read people easily.
“I see the way you look at her, and when you were rostered to stay back to clean up the classroom today... I heard a bit of it.”
Refusing to admit that he’s just been exposed, Younghyun cracks the egg on the tabletop. Begins to peel the shell of the milky white interior. The last few sips of Dowoon’s milk becomes particularly loud when he puts in the extra effort to suck it up, then he throws it in a nice toss into the nearest dustbin.
“You don’t have to hide anything, you know,” Dowoon says with calm in his voice. “It’s not like I’ll tell her anything. We might live in the same house but I know to protect a man’s pride.”
He can feel his saviour’s eyes pierce through his skull as he says those exact words. Good, I got it spot on.
“Same house, huh?” Younghyun takes a bite from the egg. “I’m guessing this is why she moved away ten years ago.”
It was Dowoon’s turn to fall silent, simply because he must’ve been crying about his father leaving him somewhere on the other side of the country too.
“Why’d you guys move back here then? Only recently?”
“Mother invested in some new apartments nearby, got the suite and dumped us there.”
Younghyun hums, chewing on the egg yolk. “And... Jaehyung?”
Dowoon studies Younghyun’s inability to look at him in the eye. He’s jealous of Jieun’s best friend.
“You’ll find out when you ask Jieun yourself.”
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The scene we never saw
Inspired by this post
Genre: hurt/comfort
Word count: 1444
Ship: heavily implied Javid, some Jatherine but this takes place between Something To Believe In and Once And For All so what can ya do?
Editing: surprisingly, yes.
Jack stood on the rooftop, grinning. All plans of running off had promptly fallen away. He had a girlfriend, and a plan, and they were going to put it into action. Davey would round up the rest of the newsies, and- oh. He hadn’t apologized to Davey yet. His palms started sweating. That wasn’t something he was looking forward to. And it wouldn’t be like with Katherine. He couldn’t just kiss him and it’s magically- nope, he had a girlfriend and besides, that’s illegal. Katherine must have noticed his sudden shift in mood, because she asked, “What’s wrong, Jackie?” He involuntarily winced at the petname, because, he realized, that’s what it was. She must have seen that too, because she quickly apologized.
“Sorry.”
“No, no, you’re fine.” He took a deep breath. “I just realized that i haven’t apologized to Davey for, erm, steering the rally into total chaos.” Her eyes went wide and she uttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Dear lord save you.”
“Well then, i think it’s high time we paid someone a midnight visit.”
Jack knew the way to the Jacobs’ apartment. The two brothers had needed to get home from Medda’s theater somehow, and there was no way in hell Jack was going to let the small child and his fish-out-of-water of a brother try and find their way home at night alone. With every step, his panic mounted, and by the time they turned into the alley that held the fire escape, Jack was hyperventilating.
David Jacobs was not having a good night. Jack had broken his heart by scabbing, but not only that, he’d broken all hell loose. The rally had officially ended early when it had dissolved into shouting and arguing, despite not a single newsie agreeing with Jack, but it had taken far too long to clear out the theater. When everything went to the rats, Davey had handed Les over to Specs with firm instructions to wait for him at the stagedoor, and then set about the seemingly impossible task of diffusing the situation before it turned to a riot. It had been a quarter to midnight by the time he had finally gotten everyone out, and he was struggling to hold back tears and a panic attack. All along the walk back to their apartment, Les had been asking him questions, the answers to which he had no idea and didn’t know if he could handle. By the time they reached the building, his breathes were coming out in rattling heaves. Mercifully, Les had fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow, leaving David alone in the small bedroom the two brothers shared. He didn’t even undress, he wasn’t sure his legs would hold up. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and let everything pour out. He cried silently, but in huge, coughing sobs, shaking his frame. He barely heard it amidst his gasping, but he caught a rap-tap-tapping at his window.
As Jack and Katherine approached the window of the fifth floor apartment, they saw Davey inside, his back to the window. His head was in his hands, and his torso was shuddering up and down. It wrenched Jack’s heart, knowing that he had been the one to hurt Davey like that. He took a shaky breath to steady himself, and then raised his hand to the window. But he couldn’t do it, he was shaking too hard. Luckily, Katherine was there to come to his rescue. She gave a few brisk knocks, and Jack wasn’t sure if Davey had heard them, but then Davey’s head jerked up, and he hurriedly swiped at his face before standing up and walking around the bed. When he registered who was waiting at his window, he froze, a look of pure panic displayed across his face. He looked like a trapped animal, and it shot a sharp barb right through Jack’s heart. Soon, however, it was replaced by a mask of ice, the same one he’d been wearing on his first day as a newsie. It felt like forever ago. He opened the window and climbed into the night air. Davey gestured upward, his face stony, and the little group continued up the fire escape to the roof. Jack hurried to sit down on a crate. His legs felt like they were about to give way, and for that matter, so did his stomach.
“What do you want with me?” He asked coldly. His voice dragged claws across Jack’s heart.
“I- I just wanted to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Davey hissed, pacing furiously.
And Jack couldn’t take it anymore. Hot tears started to run down his cheeks. Pathetic. I’m the most pathetic person. I don’t even deserve these tears, this is all my fault to begin with.
When Jack started to cry, Katherine couldn’t help but swear under her breath. Davey... had not been too pleased with the sight of Jack, and from the looks of it, it would only get worse. But then she saw Davey’s face. He had stopped pacing and was stock-still, staring at Jack. His mouth was open helplessly, his eyes wide. He looked shocked and weary as he stood there, helpless.
Davey had no idea what to do. He’d never seen Jack cry before. He’d never seen Jack vulnerable. Jack had been devastated by Crutchie’s arrest, but even then, he’d been angry. He’d protected himself like a hedgehog, curling up into a prickly ball and hissing at anyone who got near. He’d never seen Jack cry. And he’d been the one to make him.
He scurried over to Jack. “Jackie…” he said gently, before feeling a rush of shame. Don’t be a scumbag, Jacobs. He knew that Katherine was there for a reason. But Jack didn’t object to the petname (because, much as Davey tried to silence it, the little voice in his head telling him “that’s what it is” was right), because to Jack, it felt right.
Two steady streams flowed down Jack’s face silently. He hid his face in his hands, embarrassed. He didn’t speak. He didn’t trust himself to have something other than sobs come out if he opened his mouth. By now Davey was sitting beside him, a comforting hand on his back. That just made him cry harder. He didn’t deserve Davey, he needed to speak, apologize.
“They threatened you,” he mumbled.
“Me??”
“Yeah. And Les and Crutchie. They said that I better behave, or else, or else they were gonna lock up all the boys, they were gonna let Crutchie rot in prison, they were gonna rip you and Les right out of your family, when you ain’t never done no wrong.” Davey winced at that. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. But Jack wasn’t finished yet.
“They were gonna let you all suffer, and it would be on me.”
“None of this is your fault, Jackie.”
“You’re too good for me, Dave.”
There was a brief pause as both boys wandered in their own emotions. Then suddenly, Davey swept Jack up in a crushing hug, surprising them both. Emotionally exhausted, Jack melted into the embrace.
“I knew it”
“Knew.. what?!”
“That you didn’t scab for the money.”
“..oH.”
Katherine knew that she was supposed to feel something about watching her new boyfriend holding another boy tight, despite all logic pointing to it being platonic. She knew that she was to be jealous and get possessive, or self-assured and unaffected, because “he doesn’t have a chance, Jack absolutely adores me”, or all those other things that women are supposed to do. And she knew that she definitely wasn’t supposed to find it… sweet. And kinda cute. And romantic, in a way that only small gestures can be, but her’s and Jack’s never were.
Jack could tell Davey was crying again, because there were droplets hitting the back of his shirt. He didn’t blame Davey, this had been one hell of a stressful day. Jack wasn’t quite sure how to cheer him up, so he awkwardly patted David’s back. Eventually davey pulled away, wiping furiously at his eyes.
“M’sorry you had to see me so pathetic, Jack.”
Jack gently brought a hand to Davey’s face. “Don’t apologize to me. We can’t both be sorry, and if anyone should be, it’s me.” They held eye contact for ten seconds longer than they probably should have, and davey flinched. Jack withdrew his hand like he’d touched an ember, and the awkwardness bubbled in the air. Then a guardian angel by the name of Katherine swooped in, clearing her throat.
“So here’s the plan,” she started.
This took me like two months but I finished!
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a new year’s resolution | qian kun
summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.
pairing: qian kun x reader
word count: 3.3k/3365 words
genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff
format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)
warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)
author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)
EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!
11:19 pm
before this story starts imma explain sum stuff
first of all: bless kun
second of all: appreciate kun
third of all: say happy birthday to kun
oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here
aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go
laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on
“gEEz okay then”
the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously
when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you
“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder
not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs
“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”
“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”
“always looking forward, huh?”
you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”
pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright
“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night
well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up
as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you
well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk
wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat
“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”
“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”
(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)
(oh well i’ll roll with it)
not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time
calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background
(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)
you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple
11:48 pm
the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler
quite the strong third wheeler might i add
a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”
but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”
so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children
you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone
“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me
when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies
“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks
you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord
you thought he was good???
maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks
you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was
not like it could get any worse
you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care
before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever
someone please save my poor soul
11:59 pm
“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”
eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down
you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer
all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)
it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D
before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now
“13, 12, 11, 10...”
you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder
“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go
“1 - happy new year!!”
it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you
sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE
yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright
you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones
that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well
marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts
the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”
you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them
2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out
you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal
and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected
but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”
your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now
because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?
12:16 am
“12:16 okay then”
turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning
by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter
so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?
“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?”
“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”
no wonder
here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up
“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground
“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”
but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!
sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder
he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods
wow he looks great in this lighting
you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten
he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common
so naturally you hit it off
because who doesn’t love kun? :D
“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i
“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot
kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same
it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy
you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling
kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you
laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun
so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”
yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N
“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone
you could hear the grin in his voice
you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak
“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”
then you thought of something brilliant
you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a
you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun
all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter
to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair
“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile
then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”
sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket
“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”
“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles
in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”
you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands
kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed
“why are they like this”
“i wish i knew”
you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz
with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt
“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”
“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”
“gasp! how dare you!”
“only joking, y/n!”
while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”
you stopped and looked back at them, concerned
“you sure?”
“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you
is this bitch trying to play matchmaker
you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up
“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”
he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken
you pondered over this
well, he’s not wrong
you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”
y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys
two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling
you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside
“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction
kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”
“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again
it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward
too awkward to handle
so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun
damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that
but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?
it’s not worth the embarrassment
look-
no
at-
no
him
you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke
“besides, i want to show you something”
once again, another puzzled look
“if you don’t mind, of course”
without another thought, you said “sure.”
“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness
“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)
you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you
johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing
but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung
you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”
you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar
12:47 am
“what are you planning on showing me?”
the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you
you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in
“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you
“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”
he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”
pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”
to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on
you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him
“can i at least have one clue?” you begged
“uh uh.”
“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes
“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…
“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed
“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”
kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something
“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”
you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking
thinking about that smile :)))))
damn his smile always gets me grrrrr
you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”
two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water
they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to
you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see
“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally
don’t worry, you caught it
kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”
very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??
and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord
“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up
he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”
biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”
“good, because we’re getting close now”
you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view
the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar
a pretty and romantic loading symbol
while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star
while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”
“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded
“yup”
you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way
“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”
“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”
“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh
you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water
“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore
kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”
“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”
it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it
the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)
coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more
it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)
white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below
the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center
needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes
you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying
“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”
you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”
he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same
but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty
kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself
your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made
you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.
“guess i am on the way to completing one.”
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two times you and harry didn't kiss, and the one time you did.
Tell me which one is your favorite!
This is an old fanfic trope that would absolutely set me on fire every time I read it back in the day. (People actually might still do these but I'm old.)
There were going to be three but stupid tumblr text post limits. Oh look here's the third
1. "'Arry!" You yell, hand above your head. Y/N sprints forward, watching Harry's feet as he kicks the ball just a few feet ahead of you, and you stop it with your shin.
You'd found a pick-up game down the street, after weeks of texting back and forth how much you missed the game. Soccer was your pastime in high school, you'd both been on teams early on, but with his international fame and your studies, you'd lost the habit.
But here, you both came alive on the uneven dirt of a park down the street. You and a few other amateurs were bruised and sweaty, smiles abound.
You dribble the ball between your feet, looking past the looming defender and toward Jill, a tiny girl with a mean sprint, who's now just feet from the goal. You cross it toward her and she shoots, hitting the outside of the net just inches from the post.
"Next time, eh?" You yell, and Jill looks at you and smiles, waving a hand in the air.
Harry jogs over and pats her on the back, and you have a brief flash of the future, imagining the two of them together. You push it out of your mind and run back toward center field, where the opposing team is waiting for the goal kick.
Nearly 60 minutes later, you're thanking the lord you'd found a team that didn't play a full match. You're winded at right-wing after running up and down the field for the entirety of the game. The other team is leading with just over a minute to go, and you're in desperate need of a break. You glance across the field, and laugh as you find Harry in a similar yet over-dramatic state of exhaustion. He looks at you, wipes his forehead, and you can nearly hear him yelping from across the way.
You field the ball off the center and push toward the opposing goal, watching defenders close in on you, backing up and sending the ball backward to a safer area. Then with all your might, you're sprinting once again toward their goalie, not watching the ball but knowing it's headed your way. It comes into view at Harry's feet, and you back up in line with the defenders. He crosses it to you, your heart beating miles above your head, and you tap it off your chest and then foot it at the goal.
The goalie misses, and you're on a high as the ball hits the back of the net. Your team cheers around you and all of a sudden you feel someone smacking into your side. As you're falling, you see it's only Harry, laughing.
"You did it! Y/N with the match-evening goal!" You're both rolling in the grass now, Harry's entire weight on top of you.
"And Harry Styles with the assist of a lifetime! The crowd goes wild!"
In reality, the crowd is one or two mums and maybe a boyfriend. The teams are both headed back to center, some throwing compliments your way.
Harry puts his hands next to your head and lifts himself up, face just inches from yours so his hair is tickling your forehead. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can't help but notice his eyes lazily falling to your mouth.
Then you clear your throat, and his eyes snap to attention, and both of you are snapping up to your feet.
"C'mon, Styles. No messing around. We've got a game to win."
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2. "Hello, kitty!" Harry whisper-yells into your apartment as the door slams open. You're use each other as a prop, both of you too drunk to stand up straight on your own. Thank god for a forgiving Uber driver.
You giggle into his shoulder, knowing your cat will likely be hiding inside a closet somewhere in the back of the loft. Definitely not responding to his frantic calls for pets and love.
"Where is she?" He asks sadly. You sigh.
"Mmmmmm, pizza rolls." You say instead of an answer.
He gasps. "Pizza rolls! To pizza rolls!" He bellows, throwing the door closed with a foot and punching one hand into the air as if he's Superman, headed into the kitchen. You hang behind to lock the door and kick your shoes off so you don't tip over on the walk to the kitchen.
When you find Harry there, you see he's foregone pizza rolls in favor of the last few chicken nuggets you were saving for yourself. He's already microwaved them and is now shoving them into his mouth in increments of three at a time.
"Harry!!! Those are mine!"
He look at you in shock and swallows.
"Sorry?" He gives you a wide smile, and offers you the two nuggets left on the plate. "We can share."
"Gimme," you say. You start rooting around the freezer as you bite down on the nuggets. The pizza rolls are shoved in the back, freezer burnt, but you demand Harry grab a pan from the cabinet and pre-heat the oven. You dump them out and shove them in, setting a timer on your phone.
Two cups of water later and you're both content, waiting on the rolls to bubble over.
"Oh my god, did you see Mary?" You ask after you downed your glass. His eyes widen.
"She looks AMAZING," he tosses back. "She and Kendall just look so happy."
"Who would've thought after all these years? I couldn't imagine dating anyone from high school." You pop up onto the kitchen counter, your favorite place to wait for food from the oven, and Harry paces happily in socked feet on the smooth floor.
"Nobody? Not even, like, Ross Holden?" The 'hottie' of your year.
"Yeah, who's now in jail for dealing drugs? Pass."
"What about Mickey Dearborn? He's, like, objectively the hottest man alive."
"Objectively? Okay mister bisexual. You know we've got different taste in men," you shoot back. "He's, like, way too muscly for me."
"Muscly like this?" Harry asks, pow-powing his arms into a posed flex. You respond with a howl of laughter, snorting when you can't take in any more breath.
"Way to shoot a man's confidence in the arse," he says. He's pouty, and you know it's theatrics. Harry Styles, the man of drama. You grab him by the shoulders and pull him in for a hug.
"Oh, Harry, you know you're gorgeous." You're glad his head is enveloped in your stomach because you can feel your cheeks blushing.
"To 13-year-old girls maybe," he mumbles back.
"Hey, now," you say. You put on a stern face and push him away from you, still holding onto his shoulders. He's firmly planted in between your thighs and looking up at you where you're perched on the counter. "Plenty of cougars think you're hot, too."
You both fold into fits of drunken laughter, and you're using Harry to prop you up as you double over, snorting into his ear. When you collect yourselves again, you stay attached to his neck, holding him less than an arm's length away. You can feel his heavy breaths.
"Okay so my choice of spouse is either a child, which is illegal and disgusting, or a mother. Which is less illegal and less disgusting, but still not my cuppa tea."
You shrug.
"And you?" He asks. You feel your cheeks flaming. You're sure you're bright red now.
"What about me?"
"Do you? Find me hot?"
You look at him with the most puzzled expression you can muster. You're not sure how to respond. As a friend? The look in his eyes says maybe more, but you are both drunk.
As if answering your question, or somehow instinctively knowing the answer to yours, he puts his hands on the outsides of your thighs and walks closer to the counter. And closer to you. You can feel your heart beating wildly in your rib cage. Harry's eyes looking down at your legs, then they trail lazily up to your face, pausing on your mouth, then looking clouded into your eyes.
The timer beeps on the oven and you jump up, hitting your head on the cabinet behind you.
"Ah! Ouch! Pizza rolls!" You yell in succession, pushing Harry away from you as you nurse your new lump. You jump down and grab the rolls from the oven, turning back to present them to Harry.
Instead you catch his back as he trods out of the kitchen.
"Harry?" You call.
"Not hungry!" He yells over his shoulder.
You're left with too many pizza rolls and your own confusion.
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A silence fell over New York City the morning of the first snow. It was like this every year. For just one day, quiet took over the normally chaotic city and it was calm.
This year, just like every year since the first winter you'd moved in, you bundle up in your puffiest coat and warmest gloves and set out into Central Park to watch the snow fall.
But new this year, you have a guest.
Harry is in town for god knows what string of business meetings and when you wake up and see the white stuff outside your apartment window, you convince him to push everything. You call off work, too, and hitch a ride to the park.
"It's still pretty busy," Harry remarks when you're dropped off on the main stretch. He's not wrong, and you can feel him tensing beside you, waiting to be noticed despite the coat and hat. Someone always noticed.
"Just wait, Harry," you say. With mittened hand you grab onto his elbow and pull him relentlessly through the falling snow. It's really beginning to pile up and you can barely see through frozen eyelashes. But you know where you're going.
After a bit of walking, the crowd has thinned out, cold and less passionate about snow than you are. Stairs descend in front of you and you pull Harry down them. You've been mostly quiet and down into the structure, there's an eerie stillness.
"Wow." It's almost a breath out of Harry's mouth and you feel the same way. At the bottom of the stairs you look up through a pavilion and just beyond - snow falls delicately around dancing angels.
"They look like they're moving," Harry says. Your heart warms your whole body.
Together, you walk toward the fountain and still there's quiet. Harry's right, and it's the reason this is your favorite time of year to visit the Cupid's. The snow swirling around them add to their dance.
Suddenly, wind around you begins to pick up, pulling at your layers. You let go of Harry's arm and clutch tightly onto your hat.
"Take cover!" You shout. Along with the dozen or so people around the fountain, you and Harry run back to the gazebo to shield from the whips of wind. Once inside, safe from the gusts, he laughs.
"I'm not going back out there," Harry says. As he points, the wind blows faster and snow drifts across the plaza. You can barely see the dancing cherubs through the white but there they are.
"It looks like heaven," you mumble.
"Yeah," Harry says back. When you glance in his direction, you notice he's looking directly at you. "Thank you, Y/N. For today, for showing me this."
His gaze makes you squirm and you suddenly realize how close you are to each other, how your back is pressed against the concrete wall.
"Even if it gives you frostbite?" You ask, diverting. But Harry doesn't reply, just keeps looking at you.
Within just one eternal moment, Harry's hand reaches up to your cheek and pulls your heavy scarf away from your face. Cold blasts your nose and lips but you don't even notice because Harry's thumb and finger and around your chin, tilting your head up to his.
His lips, his breath - all of him is one you at once, warming you from your mouth to your very core. His mouth is soft and delicate when he kisses you, and when your mouth parts - a soft whine escaping your throat - it becomes hungry. You can't tell if it's your heart or the magic of the first snow but you can feel longing and desperation in the way his lips lock with yours. You both seem to forget you're wearing pounds of clothing because Harry's suddenly leaning against you, pushing his body against yours, against the wall. It's sloppy, messy, but you can barely catch your breath because whoa. Oh, god, WHOA.
There is a small clearing of someone's throat next to you, and you almost ignore it until Harry is pushing away from you, looking down.
A young girl, maybe 8 or 9, is standing at half your height with more confidence than you could fill in your whole body.
"You're Harry Styles, right?" she asks. "From One Direction?"
Harry looks from the girl to you, eyes just barely giving away an apology.
"That's right!" He says to the girl. Then he leans into your neck, putting his lips close to your ear and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"To be continued," he whispers.
His hand doesn't leave your waist until long after the girl is gone.
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SERIES: HALLOWEEN BETWEEN MIDNIGHTS
Chapter 12.2
On October 1st, you attend a Halloween party in an abandoned house rented by some friends. As scary as the idea of cult owners is, nothing could have prepared you and BTS(regular people) for the mayhem and terror that follows until October 31st.
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Following a long sleep in two clumps squished into your small bed, you eventually got back into the groove. Scribbling some notes on the margin of a scholarly article you needed to read for the next day, you largely ignored Yoongi who stayed curled on the corner of your bed. His hands scrolled through whatever he found on his phone to entertain him, yawning a couple of times due mostly to the many tiny waffles you both consumed when you woke up around noon.
“Are you going to do anything productive?” You teased, rolling back on your chair to watch as Yoongi only pouted his lips.
“If I’m alive then my body is being productive on its own.” You ignored the growing smirk on his face due to you rolling your eyes. Tossing your pen to the tiny shelf of the desk, you went to hop your knees into the plush beside him,
“What are you looking at? Cures for being the worst-”
“Nothing, loser,” He held his phone away from your playfully grabbing hands, using one of his own to grab your wrist, “It’s a secret.” You ceased, an eyebrow rising to acknowledge the words with skepticism, “You look intimidating,” He smiled, holding your hand against his chest when you lightly pat against him, “It’s nothing illegal.”
“Next thing I know you’re involved in a bank heist.” You giggled, trying barely to tug your hand away, but he held it in place. Eyes moved contemplatively around the room, a smile growing,
“How’d you find out?” You shook your head at his dry done, and contrastingly warm smile,
“Give me my hand back, nerd.”
“If we do something, I’m getting bored.” He began, whining towards the last phrase as his head fell back against your pillow. His hand contained yours against his chest.
“I wanted to go check up on Jimin, actually.” You admitted, beginning to prod against his chest by use of your trapped fingers. A smile blossomed as he released your smaller appendage with a quick jerk from the tickling sensation. “Want to tag along?”
“I was going to go see him later actually,” Yoongi say upright, eyebrows knitting in consideration. “I was gonna go on my own though.”
“Oh, because you hate me; I get it.” You sighed dramatically, jerking when he poked his finger into a ticklish spot on your side.
“No, angel.” He chuckled, as your hands defensively moved as little shields in case of more prodding. “No, we can go together.”
Jeongguk’s arm slumped onto the wooden desk, sneakers tapping at a slow pace just as a means to stay awake. Taehyung in the chair beside him, scribbled nothing in particular against a blank leaf of his notebook. Jeongguk yawned, trying to make out what it was the image intended to be,
“Did you even sleep at all when we got back?”
“Not really,” He murmured, fixated on what seemed to be a flower maybe, “You?”
“In and out, but not longer for an hour probably.” Jeongguk watched Hoseok walk in from the far door, his hoodie slung up over his head and no doubt wishing he too was asleep at his dorm. “You need to figure out a way to sleep though, dude. You haven’t really in the past two days now.”
“Yeah, well,” His voice trailed off, avoiding the conversation, though he wished it hadn’t been Hoseok who came over to properly change the topic.
“You guys holding up okay? This is both of your last class too, right?”
“Yeah, luckily enough.” Jeongguk rolled the joint of his neck around, trying anything for blood to stimulate better and keep himself awake. Taehyung continued drawing, then turned the page to scribble down the date and the class name.
“You know,” Hoseok sighed, hands tucked deep into the pouch of his hoodie, “I didn’t cheat on her, and we really didn’t have a huge fallout. I don’t know why you’re so mad at me still.”
“You still made her really sad.” Taehyung didn’t even glance up, “And besides now that you’re done with your rebound you just want to go back to her.”
“There wasn’t a rebound, Taehyung. Did Y/N even tell you why we broke up?” Taehyung looked up at him, eyes narrowing.
“We’re all sleep-deprived,” Jeongguk intervened, a hand ghosting atop of Taehyung’s tensed shoulder. “Let’s not talk to each other when we’re so annoyed about the sleep thing, okay?”
“Is she feeling okay though?” The question went towards Jeongguk, as Hoseok disregarded the sigh Taehyung exhaled before going back to his notebook. “Jimin’s doing alright, I went by to see him earlier.”
“Yeah, she’s ditching classes today with Yoongi.” He nodded, gesturing his neck to the free space beside him, “So just taking it easy.”
“I haven’t seen Yoongi in our Music Theory lecture in over a week now.” Hoseok laid his backpack on the desk, moving around to take a seat.
“He’s thinking about dropping out.” Taehyung spoke up, relaxing back against his seat, “Not sure why though.”
“Hopefully it’s just for a semester or something. He’s really close to getting a master’s.”
Jimin grinned pulling the door to his room wider as you ushered yourself in, a bag of food in hand. Hugging onto you, Jimin spoke up excitedly,
“First Hobi and now you. IT’s great my friends love me so much.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself as he shut the door on the way in.
“Wait, if he got you food then I’m going to eat this-” You grinned as he snatched away the bag, sitting down on his bed criss-cross.
“I’ll share the fries with you?” He offered, looking up with eyes pleading to keep most of it. Shrugging, you just took the space beside him,
“No, you can eat all of it. I’m stuffed on waffles.” You repressed a chuckle as Yoongi heaved himself into the desk chair, rubbing his still full stomach with an unnecessary sigh. “You’re doing alright though?”
“Yeah, since Yoongi went to go and get you all to come rescue me.” He ate two fries at a time, not noticing the immediate frown overtaking Yoongi’s expression. You looked over at him, also confused by the words. Jimin caught onto the lack of replies, and glanced between the two of you, “Is that not what happened after you left the house?”
“I thought you said you didn’t go to the party.” You frowned. Yoongi’s head shook,
“I didn’t, I mean.” He paused scanning through the dents in his memory, “I don’t think I did.”
“You texted me though.” Jimin disregarded the bag of food to the side, watching Yoongi reach into his pocket for his phone. “Up until that guy found me hiding. We were texting each other.” Yoongi further frowned, frustrated that there were a string of texts in his phone he didn’t remember typing in, but now that he stared at them he somehow felt similar emotions that would be attached to the memory. He held the phone to Jimin, not minding that you peeked over his shoulder to also take a look.
“Those ones at the bottom,” Jimin swallowed, biting his lip at the texts sent from his phone, “I didn’t type those about meeting up with you to escape… That guy must have.” He rolled up further, nodding as he found familiarity in earlier texts, “But yeah. We were talking about you coming to the party. I’m glad you took whatever way you did to escape, otherwise you could’ve ended up in the same state as me down there.”
You gripped tighter onto your leggings with the discussion. Wishing this could’ve ended last night, you sighed and looked towards Yoongi who was staring towards his shoes. Focused. “You can’t remember,” You paused at the idea. “Any of it?”
“It was traumatic-- maybe you suppressed it-”
“No,” Yoongi reached up to rub his head, lips tightening into a line as he thought longer. “I remember. Now that I’m thinking about it more. I remember running out through the front, and I saw an owl-” He glanced towards you wondering if it was the same one you kept mentioning. “But after that-- after I kept running, I don’t know what happened. I just went home, but I don’t know why.”
Stepping away from the disperse of students leaving the building, Jeongguk mumbled something about hating the homework assignment, then stretched out his arms, “Should we go get lunch or something?”
“Nah,” Taehyung shook his head gently, sliding his phone back into his pocket, “I have some stuff to go do. I’ll try and meet with you later to study, or something.” Jeongguk raised an eyebrow at the evasion, but nonetheless gave a small wave before Taehyung began walking away. Eventually exhaling from the amount of weirdness that has gone on, he decided it was probably just everyone trying to get back to normal.
“I’m kind of worried about him.” Hoseok walked from the base of the stairs, glancing to Taehyung’s back as he dipped around a building out of sight. “He was really weird yesterday.”
“How so?” Jeongguk’s neck turned towards him quickly, “I mean we all were.” He added after a second thought. Hoseok only shrugged,
“I don’t know he just seemed different after the party. Maybe I’m reading into it too much though.” He reached for his water bottle, seemingly casual about the discussion, “Well anyways, I was gonna meet up with Namjoon and Seokjin. They’re gonna look at a video of the first seance. Did you want to tag along?”
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