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anxiousstark · 4 years

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Gone with the waves | JJ MAYBANK

Request: Could I please get an imagine w JJ where everyone knows that you’re his only weakness and then something happens so y/n gets hurt so we get protective and worried JJ🥺 maybe Barry or someone else hurts her

I wanted to be original, and I got this idea! I believe it is quite cool? Hope it’s up to the anon’s expectations and that you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I’m quite proud of this tbh!

Warnings: Mentions of severe injuries, shark-related content, blood, swearing (a lot). Angst, but really just protective JJ confessing his feelings.

Word Count: 2067

A/N: If you guys like Teen Wolf or Dylan O’Brien, I have a Teen Wolf Rewrite. I would be so happy if you guys check it out.

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People screamed, cheering on. Smirks decorated their faces while their eyes followed the waves of the sea and the people riding the waves as if they were controlling them. Plastic bags were everywhere, hoping that people would throw their trash there, avoiding more sea pollution while they enjoyed the tournament.

A cold object against the back of your neck made you jump, a tiny screech coming out from in between your lips. "JJ, you scared the shit out of me." The blond boy smiled, sitting down on the sand, next to you. His fingers gripped a cold water bottle, extending his arm and offering it to you.

"The sea it's going to be colder today." He brushed his hands together, trying to get rid of the sand as he wanted to take off his shirt. You tried not to make it obvious that you were glancing at his body. "Nervous?" He grabbed your bag, pulling his shirt inside.

Swallowing two big gulps of freezing water, you nodded. "Yeah," You gave him back the bottle, which he gratefully grabbed, taking some sips. "It's been so long."

A couple of months ago, you had arrived at the Outer Banks with your big brother and his soon-to-be wife. Sadly, your parents passed away when you were younger, but you were lucky to have someone like Scott, your big brother. Emily, your sister-in-law, was also marvellous.

Back where you used to live, surfing was what kept you from wanting to give up. The heat of the day against the cold water, both fighting to change the temperature in your body. The sound of the calming waves, elegantly getting bigger and louder. The way your fingers grazed the water, helping to get you deeper into the sea.

However, two years before you had an accident.

The day you arrived at the Outer Banks, you spent the night wandering along the seashore. For you, the sound of the waves at night was magical. You were completely sure it had healing properties. The calm of the night was interrupted by a storm. A storm rounded by pretty girls, trying to flirt with him. A storm with blue eyes and blonde hair.

Without noticing, you got closer to the storm, which is something no one in their right minds would do. His name was JJ Maybank, and he was telling the story of how a shark had bitten him. You snickered, and he noticed, asking what was so funny about something that almost got him killed.

JJ Maybank didn't expect seeing you rolling your pants up, showing a real shark bite. For him, it was cool and badass. He immediately wanted to get to know you. He was even more mesmerized when he knew you were new to OBX. He wouldn't have forgotten your face so easily if you were from there.

For you, it was terrifying. It made you fear what you loved the most. The sea. It also meant that you weren't able to get into the sea. The physical and emotional pain being too much to withstand.

Now, exactly 11 months after arriving at the Outer Banks, you were ready to participate in your first Surfing tournament after what happened. You had to thanks JJ, who walked beside you, helping you get over your aversion towards the sea.

"Where are the others?" You asked, fingers slightly grazing your surfboard.

"They went to buy some food and drinks." He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the breeze caress his hair. He completely ignored the people screaming, and the ones that were participating in the tournament. "Told them to buy you something for when you come out of the water."

You hummed. Your heart started beating wildly when some of the participants came out of the water, meaning that the next ones would have to start getting ready. It was your turn.

"We are here!" Kiara's mouth was full of french fries, hands tightly holding a brown paper bag, offering it to the blond sitting next to you. The others were back too, sitting behind you two, knowing that your anxiety was kicking, and knowing that JJ was the only one capable of soothing you.

"Please, from number 5430 to number 5440. Get ready." The voice sounded all around the beach, making you gasp, trying to breathe.

"Okay," JJ moved, now looking directly at you. His hands grasped your thighs, moving you, so you were staring at him. "Did you warm up?" You nodded. "Did you put suncream?" Nod. His hands went down to your ankles, fingers rubbing circles, massaging them. "Any pain?" This time you shook your head. "Alright. Did you have a good breakfast and long ago?" Again, you nodded.

"Please, from number 5430 to number 5440. Go to the seashore. You know how this works. Every surfer will have their judge. They will take into account the precision to ride the waves, the height of the waves, time taken by the participants to ride them, times you fall, and times you continue trying. Have fun and enjoy the waves."

Maybank got up from the sand, one hand helping you stand. His other hand grabbed the surfboard, without any trouble, placing it under his armpit. He walked with you towards the seashore.

The surfboard was stuck into the sand, he turned you around, pulling up the zipper of your neoprene suit. "You got this." He whispered. When he stood in front of you, his eyes examined yours, knowing you were anxious. He bit his lower lip. "What did the great white shark say to the surfer?" You gazed at him, confused by his words. "Don’t worry, I’ll catch you."

You gasped, not being able to hold your laugh. "JJ, stop!" You groaned, a smile still in your face. "Don't do jokes like that!"

"At least you smiled!" He grinned, kissing your forehead. "You better concentrate on how loud I'm going to cheer you up." His hands squeezed your shoulders. "I believe in you. Good luck."

When JJ went back to the others, he couldn't eat his food. His stomach was upset enough to make him bite his nails, no appetite. "Should I say it now?" Sarah voiced, glancing at John B, who nodded. "Topper is in the tournament."

The blond moved his head so fast that he almost got dizzy. "As in at the beach?"

John B shook his head, burger being left on top of a brown paper bag resting on his lap. "As in the tournament. He is participating."

"What number?" JJ asked, glaring at them.

"5433." A voice behind him sounded. When JJ turned around, he saw Rafe Cameron, a smirk decorating his stupid face. "Isn't Y/N 5434? Aw, they are going to be next to each other."

Blue eyes snapped to the blue sea. You were already sitting on your surfboard, like the other participants, waiting for a great wave to come your way. Topper was a couple of meters away from you, but still quite close, also ready to ride those waves. "I swear to god," He suddenly got up, pushing Rafe. "If Topper does anything to her I will drown you both with my own hands." His fists clenched as he saw how Rafe walked away, smiling to himself. JJ turned around, looking at his friends. "Why did no one told me about Topper before Y/N went into the water?"

"Dude," Pope decided to speak. "Even if we had told you, you can't forbid her to get into the water just because of Topper."

"I can." He was convinced. "I can if I know Topper is in there. You guys know he doesn't play fair. She doesn't need to go through any of his fucking insane jokes."

"She's going to be alright." Kie tried to calm down her friend. However, she was terrified of what Topper could do. He wasn't going to play fair. He would do anything to win, especially when money was involved.

You kept calm, remembering all the things JJ had taught you. You were so thankful. Not only had he taught you to enjoy the waves again, but also to keep calm. At first, it was difficult. The fear of something big swimming under you, ready to attack, being fascinated by the smell of your blood. It terrified you more than ever.

There was no time to get lost in your thoughts as you perceived a magnificent wave coming your way. "This is it." Your chest was immediately pressed to the surfboard, arms moving faster, taking you to your destination.

You could hear people cheering back at the beach. They were cheering for you. You were riding the biggest wave of the day. Smiling to yourself, you forgot about concentrating because you were enjoying it, which was better than focusing.

However, you felt your surfboard abruptly shifting. Thankfully, you were able to maintain your balance. "Yo, get out of my wave." You snapped your head quickly, looking behind you. Then, concentrating on your balance again. Topper was so close to you. He was in YOUR wave, the front of his surfboard hitting the back of yours.

You could hear the commotion on the beach. Not only the judges had noticed that Topper was getting too close to you, breaking the rules. Not willing to follow the rules. "Stop," You screeched, your entire body tensing as you felt him hitting your board again.

Everything happened so fast, one minute you were telling Topper to get away from you, the second you were falling out of your board. The fins of Topper's board slicing your left shoulder. The sea consuming you.

Back at the shore, everyone fell silent, gasping. JJ held hands with John B, eyes wide open, dry mouth, heart beating like crazy. You weren't coming out of the water.

His hands went to grasp his hair as he saw three red boats getting father into the water, hoping to find you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He gasped for air. "Oh my god." He aggressively rubbed his face. "I'm going to kill them."

JJ thought he couldn't feel as worse as he felt at that moment. However, when the boats came back with you, he almost passed out. You were violently sobbing, blood covering your entire left arm. One of the lifeguards was pressing as many clothes as possible, trying to cut the blood.

The blond boy didn't think twice, running towards the boat. He was scared of touching you, terrified of hurting you. "Oh my god." He didn't dare to ask if you were okay, you clearly weren't. "I-I-."

"Hey boy, who are you?" The lifeguard asked.

"She's my girl." He nodded, eyes not leaving your wet face. "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend." The man explained to him that he had to press the clothes tightly against your shoulder as he had to run back to the tower, getting what he needed to take care of you while the ambulance was on its way.

"S-so I'm your girl now?" You continued whimpering, avoiding looking at the blood dripping down your entire arm.

"Always were." He offered a quick smile, swallowing hard. "Just making it official."

As the ambulance came and you were taken into the back, JJ held your hand tightly after telling the others to meet you two at the hospital. He sighed. "I-I thought you were going to die." He started crying, tightly holding your hand.

"You aren't getting rid of me so easily."

"I think you are too busy not trying to bleed out, but you won."

You groaned, whimpering a little due to the pain. "Did I win because of this?" You referred to the wound. JJ shook his head, letting you know that it was already decided before Topper threw you off your surfboard.

"You are bleeding out, I thought you almost died, I'm going to kill Topper and you are 100,000 dollars richer."

"50,000 dollars."

"No, the prize is-."

"I know." You turned your head to look at him. "My intention all along was to give you half of the money if I got a big prize. All if I got a small one." JJ's heart thumped painfully. "You deserve it, and you need it." He was going to complain, but you didn't let him. "Just a girl sharing her prize money with her boyfriend." You grinned.

"Well, at least it wasn't a shark this time."

"JJ!"

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nctrenjunie · 5 years

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Perfect lips~ Johnny (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: So guys, I know this took ages and if I´m honest, I´m not that proud about this one so I´m sorry I really don´t know why I had so much difficulties with this request. The anon who requested that I´m sorry if you don´t like it and if you want to request something new don´t hesitate :(

Request:

Johnny adored the way you swiftly moved your body over the workplace, filling up already used coffee cups with more of the dark brown fluid. He kept his gaze securely on you as you walked back to the counter with a tray full of empty cups. Opening the back door for you he followed behind you into the kitchen. He looked up the surroundings, the kitchen was empty except of you and him, cleaning the dishes silently. A comfortable silence it was. The little coffee shop both of you work at has always been a quite place. it was already late and the shop wasn't that full since it was almost closing time.

He thought about telling you earlier, you, his best friend, that he fell in love with you but he just couldn't get the courage together to tell you. Still, he promised himself to do it today. It wasn't only the lack of courage but also the timing. He was pretty sure it isn't a one sided crush. Both of you have been friends since kindergarten, did everything together and even shared each other's first kiss in high school at someones birthday party. Even tho he knew the first shared kiss was only because of a dumb game the second one both of you shared last week was more intimate.

He remembered it clearly, not like you who wasn't sober enough to remember it. It was after the monthly employee reunion you had in the tiny coffee shop when you and some other co workers might have had a little to much of the red wine all of you shared. Knowing you arrived your limit as you stumbled around the kitchen Johnny picked you up, saying goodbyes to the others before leaving the shop.

“Oh what do I do with you Y/N. You never know your limits do you?”

“...stop nagging...I-I drank the same amount as..youuuu.”

“Well yes but you are tiny in comparison to me so obviously you get drunk if you drink as much as I drank today.”

Ignoring the way you pouted at his comment about the height gap between both of you Johnny kept nagging about your drinking habits until he finally arrived at your home. He laid you own the couch, turning his back to you as he looked for your painkillers.

“Ahhhh you are such an asshole Johnny...You with your broad shoulders and thousand meters of height...good, my god or should I ask satan? Why the hell is my best friend so hand...handsome.”

Johnny laughed at your drunk comment making his way to you with a glass of water and the painkillers he found in your bag. Gulping down the water and the pill you put the glass down on the coffee table before looking up to Johnny. You get up swaying, taking your best friends face in both of your hands before sitting down on his lap. The alcohol you had made you see him swirly, faintly; still, he looked fucking hot.

“I-I didn't mean it as a joke...your..your face is a joke. Fuck youre gorgeous. Like, did you look in the mirror??”

You tilt your head eyeing Johnny while he starts to get serious, noticing that you are in fact not lying but just telling the truth in your drunken state. He puts his hands on your hips, looking into your eyes to look for some kind of amusement in them.

“Fuuuuck,I-I shouldn't think like that about my...my best friend”

You make a big break, letting your arms fall on his shoulders.

“But your fucking lips are fucking gorgeous and I really want to kiss them...even tho..you are a asshole but I also love you...somehow.”

Johnny is taken back by your words, seeing that you're not joking, he knew you too well to know you weren't. He kept his eyes fixed on you while you looked up at the ceiling, to distracted by the moving ceiling to look at him as he suddenly crashed his lips against yours. He pulled back, noticing what he did until you took his face back into your hands, locking your eyes with his before kissing him back softly. It went all way to fast, leaving you both out of breath from the beginning to the end of the kiss. You looked at him lovingly as you eyes slowly closed.

“you are allowed to love me too if you want and if you don't...just forget it because I probably will...and...and I think it's gonna be hella embara-”

His alarm brought him back out of his thoughts, still remembering how you drifted into a long sleep. Looking at the clock he went out of the kitchen, closing the shop before leaving out a sigh from his tiredness and his worries about confessing tonight. It was already dark but the city still illuminated by all the neon lights. He took a last breath before heading into the kitchen to join you. Joining you silently next to the sink he smiled down at how small you looked next to him. You noticed looking up at him with a pout making him laugh and pat your head before bringing his head back down to dry the dishes.

“Yahh you're always making fun of me but you're the real joke here you...fucking giant.”

“You're always complaining about my height but once you need the cereal from the top of the shelf you come back to me asking for my help.”

You scuff at his comment, flustered a little by his words while going back to washing the dishes. Silence storms back over both of you and Johnny looks around again, preparing himself for what's to come. He looks down at you with a nervous smile before finally speaking up.

“Y/N you know, there's something I have to tell you…”

You look up at him, nodding to him for him to continue as you dry your hands. Your ringtone suddenly goes up before he can speak out his other words. You look at him apologizing while whispering a small “Just a second” before picking up. Johnny nods back to you, moving his head down and cursing a small “shit” under his breath. Noticing the confused noises you let out Johnny looks back at you seeing your even more confused facial expression. Asking you silently whos on the phone and what's going on you answer the caller with a “Yes, yes well be there in half an hour.” before hanging up and sighing loud.

“Fuck, do you know what we forgot, my friends birthday. She just asked where we at, we should hurry up.”

Remembering the birthday of your mutual friend Johnny also leaves out a sigh before getting ready as well as you. Finally locking up the shop you join him in the car before driving down the road. The drive is silent as you look down on your phone while Johnny drives. Looking up you eye him from the side, admiring his beautiful features that are aesthetically brought out by the bright street lights in the dark night. You don't notice him stop the car at a red light until he looks to you. Your eyes meet before you panicky look down on your phone again. Getting flustered from your reaction Johnny remembers what he wanted to tell you earlier.

“ Y/N about the thing that I wanted to tell you earlier...I- how should I put..I lo-”

The last two words he wanted to say out loud were interrupted, again, this time by a loud honk from the car behind whilst the driver from the car next to him cussed at him, telling him to fucking move since the lights changed to green. With an annoying look Johnny cusses back at them before he continues to drive the car.

Looking at him a little shocked and how tensed he appeared you where about to ask if everything is okay but before you could mention it both of you arrived at your friends house. Silently entering the house both of you were greeted by bright party lights and the smell of alcohol. Your friend the greeted you both with a hug and a cheeky smile that was mostly like this because of the already consumed alcohol in her body. Dragging both of you into the living room you were greeted by more people. A mildly cold beer was pressed in your palm as you sat down with Johnny next to your right side. Johnny didn't lose his goal out of his mind, frequently eyeing you while you talked to some people seated in the round until he could find a good excuse to talk to you privately. The first attempt to ask you if you could talk for a minute failed as a guy introduced himself to you and the second one failed as the same guy pushed him away, setting himself between both of them before continuing his talk with you.

Trying out to figure out the situation Johnny sat silently next to both of you, witnessing the pitiful flirt attempts the boy next to him tried on you. He noticed the smile that was plastered on your lips even tho it looked a little awkward. too plastic to be real. He knew you wouldn't be interested in this neve wrecking guy you were talking to, could you? Doubt filled Johnnys mind as he kept looking at you, not even hiding the jealous gaze he had on both of you anymore. You noticed how Johnnys eyes glittered as you tried to get a hold of his gaze to see if he could help you to get out of this conversation. Still, he seemed like hypnotized as he watched both of you, his hand gripping tighter around the glass bottle he held. Johnny decided it was finally enough as he saw the guys hand slowly trace over your knee, noticing how uncomfortable your small appearance looked. Slamming the bottle beer on the little table in front of him he stood up, grabbing you by your arm.

“Don't touch her, if you didn't get the message from her looks now you know, shes mine.”

You looked at him shocked as he spoke out his words with gritted teeth to the guy before pulling you along into one of the empty rooms. Locking the door behind both of you he slammed you against the wall, looking at your perplexed face from his temper. Yes you were shocked but it also turned you extremely on seeing him angry, eyes filled with jealousy, possessiveness and lust. From behind the door you could hear your friend calling, bringing you to look to the door. Suddenly smashing his left hand into the wall next to you his other one moves up to your chin to move it in his direction. Your attention is back on him as you he lowers his head so you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Here you are again, looking down at his perfect pink lips, drifting away in your thoughts as you feel yourself getting filled with lust. Your gaze moved back to him again as you felt his knee suddenly rub between your legs against your core to get your attention.

“Fuck Y/N, is it so hard to get your attention? I've been asking for it the whole day yet you always get distracted by something else but once I put my knee between your thighs you finally react. Do I have your attention now baby girl?”

You are taken aback by his words, feeling arousal drive thru your body as you look up at him. Johnny notices the change in your eyes as he starts to rub his knee against your core, looking how you try to suppress small whimpers whilst closing your eyes and pressing your lips together.

“You like that? I didn't know you were so dirty baby. Getting wet from feeling my knee rub against your core and listening to my words.”

You didn't know too, how easily he could turn you on. Johnny smirked at your small self. Loving the fact that he was way bigger than you and from up here he had the perfect view of your face. He put his hands on your waist whilst keeping the movement of his knee against your core in a comfortable pace. The way you laid your head against the wall gave him the perfect access to your neck as he started to lick on it before leaving little love bites on your skin. He then switched to soft kisses that were sill rough enough to leave purple hickeys on your skin. You left out a loud moan, feeling your pussy getting wetter by every second that passed.

“Baby, I didn't know such lewd noises could leave your mouth. Don't hesitate baby, keep on moaning so I can listen to those not so innocent soft noises.”

Your shy self crumbled away as you started to let your moans freely fill the room whilst Johnnys hands started to undress you little by little until you stood naked in front of him. He seemed king of intimidating, all clothes still on his giant body and his broad shoulders.

“Lay on the bed baby, I'm going to take good care of you.”

He smirked down at you before you made your way to the bed, eyeing him as he undressed himself. The warmth from his body wasn't that long gone since he joined you on the bed, pulling your body close to his. No words were spoken as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders whilst sweet sloppy kisses were placed all over your torso. You could feel his big dick against your thigh. How could this possibly fit into you? Johnny elegantly moved his long slender fingers over your body, down to your core before tracing them over your wet slit.

“Can I baby?” You nodded, feeling his thumb touch over your clit, putting pressure on it. Naughty moans you didn't know your mouth could produce spilled out of your mouth, feeling the pressure against your clit and one finger slowly entering your hole. You moaned out his name as he pulled the finger out again. Repeating it slowly you felt yourself being on the edge of your orgasm. Before you could cum you pulled your arm down to your core, holding his hand still in his movements. Johnny looked down at you questionably.

“I-I want to cum with you.”

A Big smile plastered over his lips, hearing your words. Kissing your cheek he started to palm his already aroused member, throwing his head back and leaving out a pair of groans. He pulled you closer, one hand on your cheek and the other one securely wrapped around your waist as he positioned his member in front of your hole.

“Are you sure you want to do it? I know it's your first time honey, we can stop if you aren't ready yet?”

You loved how caring he was but right now it just annoyed you. Looking at the way his pink perfect lips spoke out words you wondered why they haven't been on your lips yet.

“I'm ready, and I want to do it now. So please fuck me and crash your perfect fucking lips against mine.”

With your words Johnny slowly entered you, feeling how tight you were around him. Moving slowly inside of you he crashes his lips finally against yours, making the pain from your first time slip away faster as you concentrate on the feeling of his lips against yours. Johnny waits a moment before he keeps on moving, waiting for your allowance as you whisper against his lips.

“Yes, yes you can move baby but don't leave my lips.”

With a smirk Johnny starts to move himself back out and in again, repeating his movements whilst both of your moans hit each other through the kisses you share. Soon the pleasure takes over all the pain and all that's left is loved lust that fills your body. You want more, shocked at yourself but to caught up in the moment to care. Red marks are starting to splatter his back as you trace your fingernails over his back, pulling him closer whilst his lips are still the closest to you, carefully glued to yours. You ask him to go harder, wanting to feel him even more. His hips ram into you as you feel yourself back at the edge. With two more thrusts you move your mouth away from his, moaning out his name as you cum. Johnny kisses your temple as he keeps thrusting inside of you. Suddenly moving all out of you, he palms his dick before white cum spills all over your core.

Johnny kisses you one last time before laying down next to you, taking your sweaty body in his arms.

“The thing I wanted to tell you Y/N, I-”

“I love you Johnny.”

“Are you fucking kidding me now, I mean yes I do too but I was about to confess. Why is always something interrupting me? Ahh fuck it.”

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vminity21 · 5 years

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Lush

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

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~ Just some fluff to make your butterflies flutter ~

Vegetation.

Red tomatoes dangle from their stems in countless rows before you, encircled by thick, plush trees. The vegetation surrounding the scene abundant that the sun barely shines above it instead remains covered leaving shadows of swaying leaves along the ground. Yellow butterflies flutter amongst the grass, landing on colorful flowers spread across the land. Faintly, you hear cautious hooves rummaging through the forest, the movements lightly crunch along the piles of leaves though you hardly register what it may be. Taking a step forward, your fingertips brush one of the shiny, plump fruits, the red glistening beneath what little sun is protruding through.

The dirt beneath your feet indents leaving a trail of your journey behind you. Gazing at the tomatoes, you're in awe of how a simple seed can grow into something so beautiful along with many other plants that enrapture your soul. When the field of tomatoes seems to come to an end, a bright light piques your attention, your feet shifting onto freshly mowed grass. Something about the light really draws you in, especially with it nearly blinding you. Inwardly, you urge yourself to continue forward, your hand resting above your forehead to dim some of the brightness.

A large tree appears in your vision once your eyes adjust, mossy patches gather along the end of the trunk, a gray stone rests above where the tree roots are buried deep into the earth. Your eyes pan over the sight until they land upon a figure dawned in white clothing, back leaned against the stone, fingers fiddling with what looks to be a flower. You tilt your head, consumed with the way his eyes remain focused on the floret, his thin lips murmuring to himself with each petal he removes, them swaying to the ground or onto his raised knees, and noting his soft pink hair waving on his forehead and long enough to cover the tips of his ears.

The entire moment is angelic to you. Heavenly in a sense. His countenance without the knowledge of your presence moves you to the point you want to call his name. If only, you realize, you knew it. When he reaches the final petal, you instinctively step forward, your lips parted in preparation to speak when the jolt of a doe breaks your concentration, the boy lifting his head with widened eyes, turning to see who has entered-

Running a few errands, you forgot to bring a water bottle along with you which primes you to run by a dollar store with the plan of purchasing water as well as a few other things before returning home. For some reason, you are extremely thirsty today, the summer sun hasn't given a break enough to be able to breathe properly. Either way, you're thankful for your day off, though you can't wait to return to work tomorrow. The greenhouse you work in on the weekends has been a dream, holding numerous flowers, other buildings holding different vegetables or fruits, a backyard filled with a cornfield and a strawberry field- the plantation so immense that it gained popularity from the folks living in your small town. Every employee is assigned certain positions. Yours happens to be with the flowers, though your coworkers love surprising you with baskets of vegetables or fruit whenever there's a lot left over after the harvests.

Monday through Thursday though, you work in an antique shop as a manager. You're the biggest workaholic you know, but art, plants, and the realms of nature have been your passions your whole life. Walking along the isles, you finish retrieving what little items you need, and you head to the register. You're uncertain of why your head feels so foggy, but once you pay for your items, you waltz out the door, zipping your wallet and placing it in your pocket.

"Ma'am!" Someone calls, "Ma'am wait!"

It takes you a moment to realize that the deep voice is calling for you. Turning around, you see someone approaching you, waving an arm in the air until they capture your attention, the sound of a plastic bag clashing with each step.

"Sorry, ma'am. You left this," Your eyes land on the bag holding the items you just bought. Embarrassment immediately flooding your features.

"Oh, my word," you breathe, reaching for the bag, "Thank you so much, I can't believe I left without-"

Your heart halts when the familiarity of the man's pink hair floods your vision. Bright, brown eyes meet yours, your shoulders tensing at the recognition of his face. Someone that appeared in your dreams the night before.

"It's no problem at all," He smiles, his eyes timidly keep your gaze, his hand falling to the side once the bag is hanging from your stiff digits.

With a terse nod, you grin, "I hope you have a nice day." Your heart pounds as you brisk to your car, the strangeness of the whole situation nearly floors you. Have you seen him before? Is that why he somehow crept into your dreams? Either way, you buckle your seatbelt, igniting the engine and driving toward your home, brushing off the whole thing as nothing more than just a mere coincidence.

Maize stalks aim for the sky, the leavings tickling your figure with the light breeze whisking between the greenery. The golden cobs peek from where they're held, the sky a light blue as cirrostratus clouds hover in sight. Your fingertips brush the smooth, yet numerous rows of kernels amazed by the beauty of such a grain- how they grow in rows to feed the world along with many other plants. You spring forward, skipping through the cornfield to find an entrance to the shining light ahead. When you find yourself exiting your previous adventure, the scene before you is breathtaking- the sun brightening the earth as you notice the vacant tree with the stone sitting next to it appearing in your peripherals.

What captures your vision brings a small smile on your parted lips. A lone doe grazes along the grass, her light brown fur evident amongst the colors of the plantation. As if aware, she raises her head, flicking her ears as the wind picks up- her black nose twitches, abruptly turning her head to meet your entranced stare. The doe stiffens at the discovery of your company, but remains in place, firmly planted in the one dwelling she feels safe.

"It's okay," you try to speak, but no words are heard- raising your hand just enough to show her you will not do anything to hurt her. The doe's eyes stay locked on your being, even when pink flower petals softly brush your skin. With furrowed eyebrows, you lift your head to see a shower of them falling from the sky in slow motion, covering the terrain like a blanket of snow. When you turn to find the doe, she's gone. Your assumption is she skittishly ran away which brings an ache to your heart, but you understand her instinct for flight. The sunlight trails to the tree and stone- beyond them your eyes see him. The silhouette dressed in white- his back facing you, yellow butterflies sparsely cling to his clothing, their wings fluttering just enough to enchant the air with their magic. When his figure shifts, you see his hands are raised in front of his chest, his fingers poised as you see two butterflies resting on them. His vision never leaves their beating wings, smiling down at them with the mindset of friendship. You want nothing more than to join him, basking in the glory of the sunshine and the gentle nature of the butterflies, the frolicking of deer in the fields yonder, and catching flower petals replacing rain.

You watch him carefully, not realizing the forward motion you're making. Nearing him, a butterfly flutters from his shoulder to fly in your direction, the man turns to follow the Lepidoptera- eyes enlarging in surprise when he sees who it's traveling to-

Watering the daisy section brings the conversant scent of water and dirt, a fragrance you never want to lose. Reds, pinks, yellows, blues, and purples brighten the greenhouse, a few fans above bring a cooling breeze to the plants, along with relief from the humidity lingering outside. You love the smell of plants which is why you're thankful you only work here on weekends, that way everything remains fresh with every shift. You saunter to the rose section, taking a whiff of one of the deep red emblems with a smile spreading across your face. You're so mesmerized by the attar, you hardly notice the door closing signifying a customer is in the midst. You reach to sniff a pink rose this time, a low hum sounding in your throat.

"Hello, I came to see if-"

Your hand flies to your chest as your eyes widen- the thrumming of your heart evident.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," The deep voice says, which then you apologize for jumping like you did. When you raise your head to meet the customer, you freeze. It's the same person who not only appears in your dreams but is also the same person who rescued you from leaving purchased items behind.

"It's okay," you reply, gaining your composure, "How can I help you?" You smile, trying to ignore the faint attraction withering within you. You notice he squints his eyes at you in wonderment, trying to figure out where he may have seen you.

"You're the one from yesterday," he then says, snapping his fingers then shyly chuckling, not meaning to avoid your question, "I remember now. I didn't know you work here."

"Just on weekends," you nod, your demeanor timid when he tilts his head with interest.

"Are you in college?"

"Oh no, this is actually my second job. I'm a manager of an antique shop," you mention, then pondering what brings this handsome stranger to the greenhouse of all places. "What about you?"

"I work at a wildlife rehab center." He grins, your eyebrows raising in surprise, "I work with animals that have been injured or animals that were found abandoned as neonates, so we raise or rehabilitate them until they can be released,"

"That's- that's amazing," you stutter, the memory of your latest vision clouding your mind. The face of the doe flashes, and you can't help the astonishment on how much your dreams of this stranger align with his reality.

"Recently, we released a doe we rehabilitated from a wounded leg," he murmurs, sadness in his brown eyes as he slips his hands in his pockets. "I just hope she doesn't go through anything like that again." You're uncertain of what to say other than apologizing once again, though you're very happy to hear of her healing, also hoping she remains in good shape and health for the rest of her life. "By the way, I'm Jungkook." He offers his hand, formally introducing himself.

"I'm [Y/N]," you say, firmly gripping his warm hand in yours with a swift shake.

"Sorry, for the distraction. As far as why I'm here, I'm wanting to send a floral arrangement to my mom's work. It's her birthday today," he grins, revealing what flowers he would like and rattling off the address as you swiftly type up everything, packaging the flowers neatly, and Jungkook signing the store copy of his receipt.

Before he turns to leave, he glances at you one more time, his diffident expression imaging yours,

"It's very nice to meet you."

You're flattered especially when he slightly bows in respect to you.

"It's very nice to meet you, too," you bow in return, Jungkook nodding sweetly, soon disappearing out the door, your thumping heart still echoing in the atmosphere.

Strawberries. Vertical lines of strawberries decorate the ground, the triangularly shaped fruits appetizing as you prick one loose from its stem, the sweet taste of it satisfying as you close your eyes. You're not sure how many you've eaten, but you can't seem to get enough as you follow through the field until you reach the opening where the meadow no longer bears fruit. Your lips are stained pink from the binge, though you can't see it, you can feel it, especially when the crave for more remains on your mind.

Glancing ahead, you pause, your smile widening at two deer frolicking a distance away from you. The two playing at each other as they bounce in different directions- completely in their own little world unbeknownst of your presence. When a tapping on your shoulder causes you to gasp, you whirl around to see the wide-eyed gaze of the pink haired gentleman. Apologetically, he stares at you, his lips parted for he didn't mean to frighten you. Bringing a finger to your lips, he follows your gaze to the deer dancing behind you, his heart melting along with yours at the view.

When you turn to face him once again, it's like the world around the two of you disappears, just two individuals lost in a large world, yet held together by the nature that brings happiness to each of your lives. He raises his hand, swallowing in fear, gently settling his palm along with your cheek, the softness of his skin soothing to you as your fingertips brush his wrist. He inches closer, pausing just enough to where his breath sweeps along your lips, the desire building nearly knocking you off your feet.

When you close your eyes waiting for his kiss, he speaks,

"Love me or love me not-"

You've always been incredibly shy. Which is something you've accepted about yourself a long time ago, you decide as you carve at the wood you've been working on the past week. It's starting to resemble a deer, the ones appearing in your dreams almost every night since your first dream about Jungkook. Your coworker is tidying up the floor, taking care of customers, checking in on you from time to time to make sure your current projects are turning out the way you've hoped. As you whittle at the timber, you smile fondly at it, proud at the detail you're able to create.

It's just- as you twirl the current piece in your hand, you elect to not sell it. Instead, you originally created this project with a different intention. Courage revealing itself, you finally conclude that you're no longer going to cower. Taking a quick break, you lean back in your chair, excitement for the following weekend to arrive.

Shrub surrounds you though in the distance clusters of blueberries bring a peaceful feel to the ether, the dark blue reflecting beautifully with the green stems. You sprint toward the fruit, the sun following you as you twirl with the heat of the breeze. Monarch butterflies flap their orange wings, swarms of them tackling the bushes to enhance the scenery with their aura. If rain exists in this utopia, you'd never know, not with the sun bringing such a euphoric feel to this world you love to escape to.

Laughing joyously, you skip through the blueberry field until you appear in the meadow, the grass tickling your ankles, your heart searching for the constant who gives you a sense of sanity. Without missing a step, you turn to see him, shining so vividly in his white attire, you're nearly breathless when you reach him, tapping his shoulder, him facing you with wide eyes- he relaxes when he sees it's you. He gulps, shifting his gaze momentarily before returning to meet yours.

There's nothing you want more than him. This longing for him doesn't make any sense with him being a stranger, but when do visions from deep slumber ever do? You reach for his hand, resting his palm upon your cheek, him closing the gap between you two just enough to where the tip of his nose brushes your cheek. You know what's coming when his lips part, but it's not a kiss he's about to give,

"Love me or love me not?" he mouths, but you don't answer with words.

Instead, you smile, reaching your free hand to cup his cheek, leaving a soft peck on his lips. In that one second, something powerful astounds you, and you pull away breathless. Without hesitation, he kisses you again, the trampling of a multitude of hooves sound in the distance, the rush prevailing like the bravery exuberating from your entity. Kissing him once more, the both of your hearts beating to the rhythm of the trampling hooves, the gentle touches of falling flower petals encompass in a kaleidoscope of colors, vegetation blooming luxuriously across the land. As he wraps his arms tight around your back, your arms rest around his shoulders, letting the sounds of earth envelop the two of you in a blissful imagination.

Weeks pass before you ever see him again. Twirling along the different sections, you've already watered the plants for the day, helping a few stragglers here and there until you find a moment of peace. The dream you dreamed has you in a daze you can't explain, but something about this human enchants you in such a way that you can't seem to think of anything else, but him. As the hours' tick by, you lean across the register in hopes that a crowd will bustle through the doors, but nothing of the sort happens. When closing time nears, you begin to check on everything until the sound of the door alerts you that someone has entered the facility.

Turning on a heel, you nearly faint when you see the light pink hair of Jungkook, looking around the store, before his eyes land on you.

"Hello," you greet with a small wave, "How are you?"

His lips pull into a side grin revealing small dimples you never knew he had. You approach him slowly, folding your arms across your chest as you timidly pause next to the register.

"I'm doing well," he says, "How are you?"

"I'm doing well, too," you say, the two of you trying to gather words to speak, but neither of you seems to be able to let it out.

"How's work-"

"How's the flow-"

Both of you begin simultaneously, chuckling at the awkward situation.

"You first," he smiles widely, your heart fluttering in reaction.

"How's work?" You repeat, Jungkook nodding as he replies,

"Good. I got to see the deer we rehabilitated the other day," his eyes light up, "Decided to visit the meadow not far from here, and there she was."

What he said sparks the reminder of what you've been waiting to give him for weeks now.

"One sec," you lift a finger, turning to ruffle through your purse until the wooden figurine is within your hand. Facing Jungkook, a timid smile adorns your lips, his eyes widening in sweet surprise as you lift the wooden figurine of the doe in his line of vision. "I know we hardly know each other. But what you do for animals, and your story really inspired me. So, I want you to have this," you hand the carved doe to him, his fingertips brushing yours as he accepts it, his mouth ajar.

"Th-thank you," he breathes, "It's perfect. You made this yourself?" You nod, him continuing to express his amazement on your talent. After a few moments, he then lifts his head, his pink hair covering his forehead, silver earrings exposed from the tufts of hair fluffing over the tips of his ears, "I don't know what time you get off work, but if you're up for it, I'd love to show you the meadow," Jungkook's eyes are hopeful as he holds yours, your heart melting in return. "Maybe we will get to see some deer, too."

"Honestly," you begin, your gaze never faltering from his kind, brown eyes, "I wouldn't dream of missing it."

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cmarionthewilkid-blog · 4 years

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C.O.N.S.U.M.E.D

What happens when we consume more than we need? What happens when our choices are influenced by societal pressures of how things should be? Part 1 of my reflective journal will aim to provide a glimpse at two weeks of a working mom, head of a house of five, who also coincidentally adds event planner often to her job tasks.

Day 1: I specifically started my consumption journal on Friday, October 25. The day before a large case competition I was hosting on campus. Day 1 starts like most every other day of my life. The 20 minute drive to daycare, followed by the usual ice cap pit stop at Tim Horton’s. This day is special though, with the pressures of ensuring everything was just right for our judges and sponsors. I stroll off to Ferme Beaulieu to spend $328 on gifts. I am thinking that at least I am buying local products (honey, herbs, ketchup aux fruits) and feel pretty great about that. But why do I feel obliged to buy gifts at all? Wouldn’t a sincere thank you be enough? I guess according to Jonathan Porritt (2011), I have fallen victim to consumerism at its best. Somehow, I feel OK about it though.

A quick stop at Dollarama for gift bags, disposable coffee cups (cringe!), and plastic plastic trays. Finally, a $148 trip to Provigo for snacks for the case competitors and coaches. Oops, did I mention the trip to the t-shirt printer to pick up the 60 red printed competition momentos. Let’s add the 250+ pages I printed that day! As I sit here and reflect on the necessities (needs) of running a case competition versus expectations (and wants), I come to the realization that most of what I have purchased is simply there to enhance image.

Day 2 (October 26): Tim’s ice cap (check!). 60 Donuts, 60 pre-packed lunches, 24 cans of Perrier, 60 cans of soft drinks, 40 coffees in disposable cups, 100 plastic glasses of wine. Today, I am completely influenced by materialism and keeping the “image”. Let’s keep in mind that I work for a business school and that comes with some rather large assumptions around how things are supposed to look and be. Not to mention, I am hosting five people from the company who is sponsoring the event, so I need to keep them happy and ensure the event lives up to their expectations. I am reminded of Amitai Etzioni, (2012) and his sentiments about “keeping up with the Jones’”. It is true, when one party sets a certain expectation, we all rise to meet, or better, exceed them.

Today; however, my biggest disappointment was food waste. The boxed lunches were good, but about 25% of people didn’t eat all their meal. Almost 100% of the people didn’t eat the dessert included. We don’t have access to compost, so it went to the trash. Above the clear environmental impact of my event, I am reminded of the fact that one fifth of the world’s richest people consume 45% of all the meat and fish (Shah, 2014). Despite the company providing compostable cutlery and cups, I feel guilty that I sent so many things to the landfill today. To top it all off, Sodexo served a less than stellar menu at the Gala dinner (veal sous-vide). I swear I wanted to eat it, but alas, two bites in and I am done. More to the trash. Exhausted and mentally drained, I wonder to myself where the balance between convenience and waste needs to come into play. Why can’t we have compost stations on campus?

Day 3 (October 27): But first, my ice cap! A friend’s child’s birthday party today so I scramble to get things together. I run to Provigo to grab stuff for mini pizzas to share (forgot my grocery bags, so plastic it is). My friend insisted on no gifts at the party, which I wanted to accept, but quite frankly couldn’t. I’m glad I didn’t because apparently no one else respected it either. I think about this social obligation more deeply (Goodwin, Smith, & Spiggle, 1990). I try my best to make a compromise, we opt for a movie day among friends instead of a traditional gift. I am hoping this small intrinsically motivated action may decrease future landfill waste in the future. Nonetheless, we are filled with waxed juice cups and plates. Back to the Provigo to grab something for the family for supper. I grab peppers in a plastic bag, sausages in a styrofoam package, pasta sauce in a glass bottle, cheese in plastic packaging and pasta in a cardboard box. Nothing much to compost or recycle unfortunately.

Day 4 (October 28): Monday and back to work. Ice cap, yup! I am starting to get quite the collection in my office recycling bin. My boss just commented on it. I guess it is a bit of an eye sore..haha!

Two trips to Provigo today. One at lunch to grab George’s bread, deli ham, Coaticook cheese, carrots and dip. Next stop on the way home from work for supper, chicken, baby potatoes and stuffing.

Day 5 (October 29): If you haven’t guessed by now, ice cap time! Today, my brother (who lives with us) did a fridge clean up. Sigh! I can’t believe how much stuff we threw away. Past date, wilted vegetables, moldy fruits. Why don’t I just throw money directly into the garbage can? Is it normal that the first thing I think about is wasted money? According to a study by Graham-Rowe, Jessop, and Sparks (2014), wasting money is indeed a major motivator to minimize food waste. Inspired by this revelation, I am determined to have leftovers for lunch and transform the chicken salad sandwiches tonight for supper. I don’t even have to stop at Provigo today! WOW!

Day 6 (October 30): IC (that’s all I will say). Wednesdays are always tricky because I am running around and teach a class at night. It is one of those days. I grab lunch at Subway (steak sub, chips and a drink) -> garbage.

Run to Provigo after work and grab steak, carrots, potatoes and gravy from Provigo and throw it in pot to cook. I also realize that I haven’t really bought any candy for Halloween for my students in case class. $65.30 later and we have meat and candies! I’ve also been putting out chocolates outside my office door for students.

Day 7 (October 31): Another ice cap to go please. I don’t even eat lunch today. Now I realize we have no candy for the kids. Drive to Walmart and $68.03, we’ve got goodies. No lunch again, and we go to a friend’s for supper. Off with the 4 year old trick or treating in the rain. She gets a pail of treats, we have 2 boxes of stuff leftover.

Day 8 (November 1): Day of the dead? I think so! Actually order breakfast with my ice cap at Timmy’s this morning. No lunch today. We decide to go shopping after work today as my brother has a 40% discount at L’Equipeur. $218.58 later, my husband enjoys new shoes, jeans, sport jacket, t-shirts, and a pair of sneakers for my mom for Christmas. Oh wait! Marlee needs new winter boots, so $86.22 later, we have new winter boots for her. I also see the cutest dress boots at Marshall’s (fake baby Uggs). I suppose these is what the marketers are hoping for. Top it all off with super for the family at Guido’s. (Wow! I have really been eating like crap!) Day 8 hurt the bank account! Day 9 (November 2): Maybe I should actually buy some groceries for my empty fridge. I sludge off to Provigo early Saturday morning to spent near $200. At least I have meat, veggies, fruits, and some of the other basics for my family to actually live on. Stop at Tim’s on the way home for the usual.

Day 10 (November 3): Beautiful breakfast with family (and an ice cap). Spent the day making food (soup, roasted chicken, pasta sauce, etc....). Trying to cut down on the restaurant stops this week. End up at the library with some dear colleagues from GSE503, so I think another ice cap is in order to stay awake (and leftover Halloween Candy).

Day 11 (November 4): Check that thought. Day went to hell, running late, dead tired, no breakfast, grabbed Rima for supper. Fridge full, but I don’t even care at this point.

Day 12 (November 5): Today is a new day! I started making iced coffee at home! No Tim’s! I actually did not spend $1 today! Why do I feel so great? Apparently it is something referred to as perceived consumer effectiveness (PCE). When is comes to sustainable buying practices, this PCE is influenced directly by guilt and pride. This becomes important because it means that as a consumer, my behaviours could be modified by using emotions (Antonetti, & Maklan, 2014).

Day 13 (November 6): Another no spending kind of day! Feeling all pride and no guilt! Maybe Atonetti and Maklan are on to something!

Day 14 (November 7): Last day of recording! No ice caps and going strong. My husband and I are feeling like we need a little extra family time, so we go out for supper at Mike’s with Marlee. We follow it up by a little Chocolat Favoris. I asked myself why we went to Mike’s again? What a waste! A quick stop by Provigo to grab snacks for my basketball girls. I make an orzo salad plus pull together fruits, yogurt, cheese and granola bars.

Stay tuned for Part 2 to see if I actually made some changes and what this whole process has meant for me. Until then, I leave you on this note: Waiting on the World to Change

REFERENCES

Antonetti, P., & Maklan, S. (2014). Feelings that make a difference: How guilt and pride convince consumers of the effectiveness of sustainable consumption choices. Journal of Business Ethics, 124(1), 117-134. Retrieved from www.jstor.org/stable/24033218

Etzioni, A. (2012). You Don’t need to Buy This. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/FN3z8gtDUFE

Goodwin, C., Smith, K.L., & Spiggle, S. (1990). Gift giving: Consumer motivation and the gift purchase process. In NA - Advances in Consumer Research. 17, eds. Marvin E. Goldberg, Gerald Gorn, and Richard W. Pollay, Provo, UT : Association for Consumer Research, 690-698. Retrieved from http://acrwebsite.org/volumes/7086/volumes/v17/NA-17

Graham-Rowe, E., Jessop, D.C., & Sparks, P. (2014). Identifying motivations and barriers to minimising household food wasteby. Resources, Conservation & Recycling, 84, 15-23. doi: 10.1016/j.resconrec.2013.12.005

Porritt, J. (2011). The trap of materialism. Retrieved from https://youtu.be/DtwXryPNciM

Shah, A. (2014). Consumption and Consumerism: Global Issues. Retrieved from http://www.globalissues.org/issue/235/consumption-and-consumerism

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justbeingbrookee · 7 years

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I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.10

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[ONE YEAR LATER]

If you think about the vast and ever reaching universe one would not believe that there is a small planet called Earth. Inside Earth there are several continents and inside those there are hundreds of countries and within those there is a small town with a beautiful crystal blue lake.

In that lake swims a girl, the girl swims to the vast emptiness of the lake until she tires and then swim’s back slower just enjoying the feel of the cool cold water hitting her skin and the warm radiant sun on her face.

She dives in suddenly and lets the water consumes her whole. Once it wet’s her hair the water begins to block her nose and slowly sip into her mouth but she’s doesn’t go up for air instead she swims deeper, the pressure of the water increasing.

‘Mommy, I love you’ she hears a child’s voice and her eyes open wide under the water. It stings! And it’s hard to breathe but she doesn’t stop, she thrashes to the left and to the right searching for where the voice came from but then she spots a white glowing light ahead of her.

‘Mommy, I want you to live’ the child speaks through the water. The woman tries to swim towards the light but she can’t move, her body isn’t listening to her. She tries again and again but nothing happens. Instead she watches the child that just called her mommy slowly float away.

‘Be happy and live Mommy’ you hear softly before the light disappears. You finally relax your body and float up to the surface of the water. And are instantly hit by the rays of the blazing sunlight. You close your eyes and crane your neck backwards, letting your wet hair back into the water and a single tear roll out past your cheek and into the water.

The final tear you will shed. It’s time to move on now, it’s time to live.

…………………

You sit under the cool shade of your favourite tree and feel the tree bark beneath your hands and look out towards the mesmerising view of the lake in front of you. At the corner of your eye you spot Yoongi junior and little JJ playing on the swing. You smile and take out your diary and a pen from your backpack.

Dear Diary,

I rarely take you out this far or even from under my bed but since I’m feeling a bit brave today and my sister isn’t here I thought I might as well. What do I even want to say, I’m happy for the first time in a long time… truly happy.

You put the pen down and think back at everything that has transpired in the past year and it’s been more so a journey of discovering yourself and healing than anything else. You pick your pen back up and just write the first thing that comes into your mind.

I remember the morning after like it was yesterday, I had woken up sore everywhere and in pain but my first thoughts was the realisation that I had lost my baby and the second was I was alone on the bed. I had struggled to lift myself up on the bed and then I had reached over on the bedside table for my phone but instead my hand landed on a piece of paper.

It was a drawing of a woman who very much resembled me, she stood there confidently with her head held high and a bright smile on her face, that woman was happy. Glee even as she held her right hand gently on her protruding belly. I remember crying when I saw that drawing for the first time, I don’t know if I was crying because of the hand; fate had dealt me or because Jimin had drawn it.

A few hours later my sister and Yoongi had appeared on my door step excited as ever and ready to take care of me and the baby. But after I told them the news, their mood changed, I don’t really remember much that occurred after, for me everything was a blur and my memory is still foggy. All I remember thinking as I packed was that I needed to get as far away from this place and city as quickly as I can.

And I did just that, sooner than expected I was laid in my old room on my old bed with the covers over my head. Actually, thinking about it I didn’t cry that much when I came back home but I didn’t exactly act normal. I didn’t move or do anything for what felt like an eternity. I was just a mindless zombie who laid in bed either sleeping or just staring at the wall.

Of course my sister would come into my room and leave a plate of food every day and sometimes I would take a few bites and other times I wouldn’t.

This carried on for weeks, when I think back to that time of my life I know a part of me had given up. I felt as if I had nothing at all and that this was it for me.

But then one day something changed, I will never forget this day because it was the day I began to breathe again.

It had started off normally, Yoongi Junior and J screaming and shouting during the day like children do and then my sister coming in to give me some food. But then as it was getting dark the house had become silent, there was no screaming, no cartoons blasting from the television or laughing from my sister on the phone as she gossips about the titillating tale of the baker and the butchers wife.

It was so quiet that if someone had dropped a pin in another room, it would have been heard. Then the door had swung open and a loud sound had erupted after as it had banged on the wall.

That was scary.

The sudden noise had shaken me so much that I had lifted my head up and turned to look at the direction of the noise.

“Oh, so you’re up, take a shower, change and meet me outside,” Yoongi had said with a serious tone before shaking his head and walking away.

At that time the only thoughts that had occurred to me was, is he finally going to kick me out? Have they had enough of me already…what am I going to do if they kick me out, I can’t possibly go back to that apartment.

Without much strength I had forced myself out of the bed and into the shower, I had changed into a fresh new pair of clothes that my sister had laid out and I had found myself outside feeling the breeze for the first time in what felt like a long time.

“Over here,” Yoongi shouted. And I had turned my head and found him seated with a lit up cigar in his hand and a glass in another. I remember looking at the brown and round cigar between his fingers and watching him take a puff. I had never puffed from a cigar until that day.

“Your sister and the kids have gone for a play date, take a sit.”

I had done as he had instructed. Still afraid that he might still want to kick me out.

“Have you ever had a cigar before?” Yoongi had asked putting his cigar down and taking another one from the box, removing the plastic cover and cutting the end with so much coolness before lighting it up and passing it to me.

“Don’t inhale just puff it a few times,” he had said as he handed me the cigar. I had smoked a cigarette once before in high school just to try it out and see what all the fuss was about. I remember coughing a lot and then getting paranoid the following days because I thought that I would get addicted. Of course, that didn’t happen because I never touched that stuff again.

I place the cigar between my lips and take a puff, I taste some flavours in my mouth, walnuts, toast…it feels new and different. I take a few more puffs before the sweet flavours start to excite the taste buds in my mouth.

“Good isn’t it,” Yoongi says puffing on his. “These are Cuban cigars, their 40 years old.”

I had coughed at the mention of how old they were.

“40 years, I don’t even want to know how much they cost.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to know,” Yoongi had softly laughed to himself.

“Oh I almost forgot,” Yoongi had reached down and placed on the table a bottle of whiskey and had poured out a little bit into two glasses on the table. I had watched him pouring the whiskey and at the time all I craved was to go back into my bed and sleep but for some reason the flavours of the cigars kept me at bay.

So I had drank the whiskey, it had burnt my throat like nothing I had ever drank before.

“Smoke the cigar, mixed together with the whiskey it tastes so much better,” Yoongi had advised.

And to my surprise he was right, the strong bitter taste mixed in with the sweet flavours of the cigar left me feeling pleasantly light and relaxed. I had not a single worry on my mind, I felt elated.

“I feel free, Yoongi,” my eyes had shrunk and little giggles had escaped me for no reason at all.

“Good,” he responded.

I had carried on smoking some more in between taking a sip of whiskey here and there. For the first time my mind felt clear.

“My father taught me how to smoke, he said whenever you’re stressed son and you feel like the world is about to eat you up smoke a cigar and drink some whiskey and I guarantee you, you will be fine after.”

“Your father was a wise man,” I said.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Are any strip clubs hiring?” I had joked, I can’t even remember where that had come from but surprisingly it had made Yoongi laugh. His laugh was different from Jimin’s. Yoongi has a shy sort of laugh where his shoulders move up and down and after a few seconds he tries to cover his little laugh with his hand.

After he had stopped laughing, I had remembered trying to answer his question as honestly as I possibly could.

“Seriously, I don’t know…and that’s so new to me, I have always known where the next thing or step in my life was going to be and now I am just here clueless as ever.”

“Sometimes not knowing is the best thing, like you said yourself you’re free, you can travel the world if you want to, there’s nothing stopping you,” he took a puff.

“What does your heart desire? What would you like to do that would make you truly happy?” Yoongi had asked those two questions. At the time, I didn’t fully realise the impact his words would have on me so I responded with this.

“I don’t know….I’m just going to go with the flow.” I took another bitter sip and looked up at the dark starlight sky and began to speak.

“Do you know what I felt like, I felt as if I was on a water fall and the water was gushing down quickly and forcefully. I always felt as if I was trying to climb up the waterfall, always going against the current. Exhausting myself, studying until I was sick….working overtime all the time…not having self-restraint when dating,” I had looked at Yoongi when I had said the last sentence. His face didn’t change instead he listened, nodding along and so I carried on with the analogy.

“So I clawed my way up the waterfall inch by inch through the tough pressure of the water I climbed step by step deluding myself into thinking this was how everyone lived. That this was what was normal but it wasn’t until the force was so strong and everything from every direction in my life had rejected me that I came crushing down. I couldn’t fight it anymore, I couldn’t hold on to anything. I just had to accept my fate and pray that after I hit the river bank and submerge from under the water that I will be able to breathe again and you know what Yoongi, because of you and my sister I am finally able to breathe again.”

When I had said those words, I had meant it. I wasn’t going to force myself and struggle to climb a waterfall anymore, I was going to go with flow. Float on the river banks enjoying the sun, listening to the birds in the morning and just seeing where life will take me.

You had put your pen down again, remembering that night still gave you chills.

“Aunty, Yoongi Junior isn’t sharing,” little JJ came to you crying about a toy. You had given him a sweet and his face had instantly transformed as he grinned widely.

With that he had gone back to playing and you had picked up your pen again, not willing to stop writing just yet.

Where was I, yes after that night everything changed or more accurately I had changed. It was a small change, mostly could be compared to the story of the Pandora’s Box and the only thing remaining inside the box being Hope.

I started by just eating more and funny enough Yoongi gave me this diary the following morning. He had quietly knocked on the door and handed me this blue covered book. I had looked inside it to find blank pages.

“What’s this for?” I had asked confused.

“It seems you like to talk a lot just like your sister but unlike her it’s not very easy to say some stuff so I thought maybe you would feel more comfortable writing it down in a diary or a notepad, I don’t know what they call it these days.”

“I think a diary is still applicable,” I replied touched by his gesture.

“Good good,” he had nodded and was about to turn. “Yoongi,” I had shouted for him to stop.

“Thank you, for the diary and for yesterday.”

He didn’t turn around but he gave me a wave and left the room. That day I had written out all the feelings that I had felt I couldn’t say with my mouth and during the time that I was letting it out I felt at ease and each day onwards I wrote in that diary.

I also began to get out of my room more often, I would play with Yoongi junior and J who I started to call little JJ. I would clean the house, cook breakfast for everyone almost every morning and even help with the gardening.

Then I started to explore the little town of mine. It was surreal at first, going to the places I used to hang out at when I was younger, everything was smaller, less extravagant but somehow sentimental and special as if they had more value because of the memories they held.

Oh, oh I just remembered something very signification….I mentioned before that there was a titillating story about the baker who was having an affair with the butchers wife. Well the tea is at the break of dawn whilst the butcher snored his wife packaged a little suitcase and ran off with the baker. Even as I write this I am still having flashbacks of the way the women and men of this town gossiped the next morning.

Well that little story is significant because as I was returning from buying some food for the little ones the butcher had stopped me on my tracks.

“Are you __, the accountant?” I had been confused as to who he was until he introduced himself as the butcher he didn’t look too bad, he actually looked quite good for his age. I’m not going to lie I did give in and wonder for a second why she had ran away.

Okay, I am getting side tracked, he ended up asking or should say begging me to help him out with his taxes. It turns out his wife had handled all the financial side of the business and with her gone he was lost.

“Why me, there are a few local accounting firms here?” I had suggested still taken aback at his sudden offer.

“Have you been to any of them, half won’t even take any local businesses because they have been bought out by bigger firms and the other half charge an arm and a leg for even the basic stuff.”

I didn’t believe him at first, some of these firms had been around for decades so I told him I would think about it and pop over to his shop the following day with an answer. I remember going home that very day and researching the local accounting firms, out of the 13 firms in the town only 3 were still independent, the rest had been bought by the top 10 firms.

And of those three their prices were equivalent to daylight robbery. I tried to look at the firms on a 10 mile radius and it looked even worse. I had even widened my search to 25 miles search radius and then there were a lot of firms but for the smaller ones that I managed to find the prices were still too high.

So the next morning I had returned to the butcher and had informed him that I would help him out. We came to an agreement of a reasonable price and I helped him file for his taxes, I then looked at his business accounts and also his personal bank transactions as he wanted to find out exactly how much his wife had taken with her. Let’s just say it was a lot and she had been planning this for quite some time.

The funny thing is even though to the outside world it looked like I was helping the butcher out in actuality it was the other way round. I had missed crunching the numbers, trying to make the balance sheet’s balance, figuring out how he could increase his profits and cut his costs. It gave me a rush like nothing else in my life and it felt amazing to be doing it again.

The thing is soon word had gotten out that I was helping the butcher with his accounts and at a cheap price some were saying. So I started getting approached here and there by many local businesses around the town. It became so much for one person to handle.

“It’s too much sis,” I had said to her one night.

“Do you enjoy it, accounting I mean?”

“I love it, I had always thought I will just do it for money so that I can get out of this town but having the freedom to make my own decision, having that knowledge and helping people directly it feels good.”

“Then why don’t you start your own firm, hire a few people, be your own boss and see where it takes you,” she had responded.

“The irony of the town that I had tried to run away from being the very place that would give me a second chance is something,” I laughed.

“Maybe you had to run away to the city, if you had stayed here and had worked at one of these local firms you would have just felt it was fine to charge extortionate prices.”

“Hmm, maybe you’re right.”

It didn’t take much convincing and soon I was in the process of finalising the paperwork of my new firm. I had hired two accounting graduates who were pretty hilarious and had rented a little office space in the middle of town. I had used my savings but it was worth it. There was something exciting about owning my own place, it was more hectic and literally a kind of let’s go with the flow type of atmosphere but I enjoyed it.

Business was busier as ever as many local businesses preferred my firm in contrast to the competitors due to the reasonable prices, fairness, quickness in getting the job done and honesty.

As the word spread more business came our way and I had to hire 5 new qualified accountants and move to a bigger location.

But of course there were a few people that were not too happy about what I was doing, I was essentially taking business away from them, they tried to lower their prices but the way they operated where they took twice as long to do simple tasks left many business owners very sceptical of their business ethics.

Our competitors even tried to tarnish my reputation by paying the local newspaper to publish a negative article about my firm.

“Have you guys seen this?”

“Those fucking shits, I know it was Coppersmith & sons. The editor and chief is the brother in law of one of the partners there plus they charge the most” my sister had said placing the newspaper on the table.

“What can I do, what if people believe these lies,” I had asked worried.

“Fire back, there’s a local news website that reaches a bigger audience in the town than that old outdated newspaper,” Yoongi had chimed in.

He was right and I had contacted the local news website and the following morning I had a one to one interview with one of their journalists. I had told my story and the article had received over 10,000 views in a day, it also received many retweets overnight.

So many that by the next morning our house phone was ringing nonstop from local news outlets. I did a few interviews that resulted in increased business not only from small businesses but medium sized businesses and in a few weeks I had to hire more qualified accountants and assistants.

We were busier that before and I was giddy like a school girl but the best part hasn’t come yet. A few months after the article was published I received a phone call from a person stating they were from the board of an accounting body basically the people that make all the rules and regulations when it comes to accounting.

They flew me to the capital and I stayed at the Hilton hotel and then in front of many professionals I told them what I had discovered, the unjust practices that were occurring amongst local firms. To be honest I was a nervous wreck but I knew that if I did well here it would change the lives of many people.

After a few weeks I was invited back but this time I had been awarded an award of excellence. The award is given to only a select few in the accounting industry and I remember that day as if it was yesterday, my sister had cried, even Yoongi had gotten emotional when I had given my speech.

I remember before going to sleep that night pinching myself, I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, sometimes I felt as if I would wake up and realise this was all a dream.

But the pinch hurt and I realised that this was all in fact real.

You put your pen down and close the diary satisfied with what you have written. The sun is coming down now and you can already imagine your sister starting to worry.

“Yoongi Junior and JJ come over it’s time to go back home,” you shout over their direction. Of course they don’t listen the first time and it takes you bribing them with your iPad for them to start moving. You fasten both their seat belts and give them your iPad to play with. You go into the driver’s seat and turn the engine on. You’re still getting used to driving but you are glad that you finally bit the bullet and decided to learn. It feels great to be able to drive anywhere you want now.

When you finally get home Yoongi and your sister are in the living room waiting. Your cute little nephews quickly rush towards the television.

“You only have 10 minutes there before bath time,” your sister shouts.

“Someone called for you,” Yoongi speaks.

“Who?” you answer half listening whilst putting the dirty towels in the washing machine.

“He said his name was Hoseok?” You freeze. You never thought you would ever hear that name again let alone having the person try to contact you.

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask, he said to call him back on this number,” Yoongi moves a piece of paper in front of you.

“Did you finish everything up with that company?” your sister asks looking worried.

“I did, I terminated our contract legally last year, and they shouldn’t be any real reason for them to call me.”

“Well will never know unless you call him back, he might just want to congratulate you,” Yoongi says.

“hm, I doubt it but okay,” you mumble taking your phone out and dialling the number on the paper. It rings a few times before someone answers.

“Hello __,” Hoseok answers.

“Hello Hoseok, how have you been?” you ask just out of politeness, you make small talk and pleasantries before Hoseok finally brings up the real reason why he called you.

“How rude of me, congratulations on the award and helping with the accounting board, you are the talk in the industry, have other firms tried to contact you yet?”

“Contact me for…” you leave the question hanging.

“To hire, to recruit you,” he says slowly with an air of caution in his voice and you feel like laughing. Is this the same guy who fired me only a year ago?

“I have my own firm now, I don’t need anyone to hire me.”

“Oh, yes, sorry I had forgotten in that case we were wondering if you would like to come back…for a few days so that we can catch up and see what business we might have together in the future. Will even pay for your travel and accommodation at any hotel of your choosing.”

“Okay, that sounds good but I won’t be needing any accommodation” you answer confidently.

“Brilliant, I will have my assistant send over the details and will arrange something, thank you __ thank you,” when he says that the desperation seeps out of his voice strongly. You end the call and carry on doing the laundry.

You can feel two pairs of eyes bore into you. But you don’t say anything, you’re processing what just happened and what your next steps will be.

You press the ON button on the washing machine and then sit down.

“What did he want and what did you agree to?” Your sister asks.

But you’re still trying to process your next steps, since owning the firm and going through many huddles in life you have learnt not to act on impulse but to think, to play a game of chess where you not only have to think about the current move but the next moves after.

“I’m going back to the city,” you begin to speak.

“__ don’t! Those people treated you like shit,” your sister speaks anger rising up.

“Listen, sis, I have not forgotten about everything they did to me including the blacklisting, they think I’m going there to have a meeting with them, probably to sign a contract were I get a nice bonus, car and maybe become a partner but in return I give them my firm,”

“Do you think they will be that crude?” Yoongi asks, surprisingly interested.

“Yes, I worked there for a long time, I know how those people operate but the only reason I am going back is A) I am curious to see what offer they are going to make before I shove it up their ass. And B) I’m going to destroy their precious blacklist,” you say this with such venom that you even scare yourself.

“Why do I feel so proud right now,” Yoongi gives you a nod and a small smile.

Your sister doesn’t say anything though and in the back of your mind it bothers you. So when she comes into your room with the freshly ironed towels you ask if you can talk.

“Are you worried about my plan?” You ask.

She slowly closes the door and comes to sit down on your bed.

“I’m proud of you too, your making changes and standing up for yourself and many others…You have grown so much in the past year that I can’t stop smiling at this beautiful strong independent woman you have become,” she finishes and grabs both your hands and tries to hold back the tears.

“But….i’m concerned that if you go there especially to that apartment he might still be there,” she looks up and you see a single tear drop down her cheek.

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” and you hug her tightly. Trying to comfort her. You move away and wipe her tear away.

“And people think you’re the tough one between us,” you say grinning. She sniffs a few times and you hold her right hand tightly and sigh.

“I don’t know what to say….his in my past, they both are and I don’t think about anything from that time anymore…I’m just….over it.”

“But will you be when his in front of you instead of miles away?” She questions.

“Like you said, I’m a strong independent women, I’m too busy building an empire to worry about dating. Trust me, I will be fine,” you squeeze her chubby cheeks and she makes a face before pulling away from you.

“You better be or else I’m coming to that apartment of your’s and dragging you back here.”

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You decide to leave for the city in a week and you make preparations at the office with the manager so that everything is taken care of and your family even throws you a leaving party. Just laughing and enjoying each other’s company makes leaving even though it’s for a short while even harder so you try and soak in every second together.

The following morning arrives quicker than you expected and soon you are half way through the journey in your car back home. The white mini cooper drives so beautifully. You open the window and feel the wind blowing on your face whilst Not Today blasts through the speakers.

You arrive in no time, turn the keys into your apartment.

“I’m home,” you shout in the empty apartment.

Before you even sit down you roll your sleeves up and begin to clean the whole entire house with the cleaning supplies provided by your sister. She is smart. You spend many hours cleaning as the sun goes down but you carry on cleaning until you start to feel hungry and opt to eat the leftover food you had packed. You finish unpacking the rest of your stuff and snuggle tiredly into your new blankets and fall asleep peacefully.

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“Ahh, Ji Chang-work,” you moan moving your fingers to the side, panting as your head falls back and you feel the aftermath of the orgasm. It feels so good to finally be able to get a release.

You quickly hop into the shower and get dressed in a white bodysuit matched with a side draped denim skirt. You place your hair in a tight simple high bun and put on some white cute small heeled sandals.

The plan is to get some food because there is nothing in the apartment but as you are walking through the shopping mall you spot Ann Summers and a mischievous thought occurs. ‘I’m not a virgin anymore, so buying a new toy might be a good investment…’

You stand outside the store for a few minutes contemplating if you should buy a toy or not….the very horny side of you wins.

And you shyly enter the store; pick the first toy you see and red full of embarrassment you go to the checkout and pay for your toy with cash. Paranoid now that everyone knows what is in your bag you rush back to the car park and place the toy under your seat before you return and do some food shopping.

After an hour or so you return back home, exhausted and hungry you place all your shopping bags on the kitchen floor and almost collapse on the kitchen counter.

“Shit!” you remember that the dildo is still under the seat in the car. You quickly rush down the stairs and to your car. When you have the plastic bag in your hands you close the car door and hurriedly without looking at your surroundings walk back to the building.

But as you walk you bump your foot on the speed bump and trip over it. The thing is you would have gotten your balance back quickly if it wasn’t for the special package you had in your hands.

Because of that special package you protectively huddled both your hands around it thus resulting in you losing your balance so much so that you were toppling over to the ground.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, ready to feel the pain from the impact…… but after a few seconds you feel nothing…no pain from anything breaking. Confused you slowly open one eye and turn your head slightly and spot a guy in a white long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans holding you upright and with a cheeky smile on his face. You open the other eye and focus on his face and immediately start to cough.

It’s a nervous shocked kind of cough….your eyes bulge out and you step away from his reach. His hair is still brown but it looks healthier, shinier more luscious than you remember.

Jimin looks good, you think to yourself. Not in a I want him type of way but more like I’m happy his doing well.

“Thank you again Jimin,” you smile and face him.

“You really are a klutz aren’t you,” he mocks with a bright face.

“Really Jimin, I’m starting to think you jinx me somehow, I swear this only happens when you’re near me,” you shamelessly try to defend yourself.

“Ha, ME…I saw everything and you would have been fine if you weren’t trying to protect whatever is in that bag,” he quickly moves closer and tries to grab your bag.

Shocked and in a panic you try to turn away but his arms are already wrapped around you. “Jimin jimin it’s,” you try but fail to find the words. One of his hands grabs the end of the bag and another grabs on your waist to move you closer. You try to think of a way to get him off you then you remember that Jimin is ticklish so with a free hand you quickly tickle the side of Jimin’s waist and he flinches away from you.

“Hey, not fair,” he giggles succumbing to your touch and moving a little bit further away from you.

“What you’re doing now isn’t fair,” you tease, tickling him once more before he finally gets a hold of your hand and you are left there standing in the middle of the car park with your hand under Jimin’s and his body pressed against yours. You feel his hand gently go down your back before it abruptly halts midway.

You slowly turn to face him and you are caught in the trap of his devious eyes. You can hear him breathing deeply and you blink a few times trying to break free from his intense stare. But his mesmerising eyes draw you in and for a few seconds you are lost in them.

“I better be going now, it was nice seeing you again,” you finally break free from his stare and stumble your way past him towards the stairs. You shake your head in denial and accept that his eyes are just so mesmerising that anyone would get lost in them.

As soon as you reach your room you place the toy under the bed in a small box within a bigger box and then collapse on the bed relieved that somehow you managed to escape Jimin without him finding the contents inside the box.

It’s feels weird though thinking about Jimin again or just even seeing him again. Except for the little incident with his intense eyes it’s like nothing has happened, I don’t get that electrical charge I used to get when he touched me and I just don’t feel anything anymore. I guess time does heal the heart.

You take a nap and then wake up feeling fresh before opening your laptop to do further research in preparation for the meeting with Hoseok in 5 days.

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[Two days later]

It is 9am and you are in the supermarket buying some milk and as you turn a corner into the next aisle you spot Jimin with a basket in his hand.

You smile at him when your eyes meet and he gives you a nod but you decide against walking over to him instead you just wave before turning to the next aisle and picking up a carton of milk.

You meet Jimin a couple more times in the next few days, most of the times you’re running late for a meeting so the only words you guys have exchanged since then are hi and bye but maybe this is a good thing, you really don’t have time for anything else right now. Especially now that you have just had a meeting with the chief executive of a global fashion company and their looking to change accounting firms. Which has opened up a new and unexpected opportunity of expanding with a second office in the city.

Even a day before you are scheduled to have a meeting with Hoseok you have a second meeting with the boards of directors of the fashion company where you discuss the long term goals if you were to finalise everything and get into business with them. You are so deliriously happy that you decide to call up an old friend from work and go out and eat afterwards.

She tells you everything that’s been going on at the company, she informs you that Judy was only suspended for a few weeks before she returned. And how the company has been in a couple of legal troubles since the new CEO took over and they have already lost a few big blue chip companies to rival firms.

After talking to your friend everything suddenly starts to make more sense as to why Hoseok was so desperate to get you to come back to them, they need some good publicity and having you come back will do just that.

Oh, tomorrow needs to come quicker….

When you finally make it home at 7pm you walk towards the apartment building and as you are reaching inside of your bag to get the keys a lady opens the door for you on her way out. You slide in and start making your way up the stairs.

You reach inside your bag as you climb up the stairs looking for the house keys but they are not in their usual place so you search in the bag pockets and there’s nothing. You check your jacket but come up empty. You begin to panic now, you can’t be locked out of your apartment.

In a haste you tip over your bag and all its contents spill out onto the floor. You rummage through and shake your empty bag once more but there’s nothing there.

You try to think about where you could have possibly left the keys, I had them when I left the house…in the car and then I remember emptying some of my stuff at the meeting when I was looking for the memory stick.

“Ahh, the meeting,” you sigh. You check your phone for the time and then google the closing time of the office just in case and it says it’s closed. Of course, it’s past 7 now. You contemplate risking it to try your luck at the building maybe you will be lucky and they will be security there who can help you but if that fails you will be locked out even from this building.

Then a thought occurs, the only real possible option….You shake your head in denial and check your bag once more maybe it tore and there’s a hole somewhere.

They were no holes and with your head facing the floor you knock on Jimin’s door lightly half hoping that he will answer and the other half hoping he won’t.

After a few seconds you hear the door handle turn, then the door flies open.

Your eyes land straight on Jimin’s bare chest, his very defined pecks down to his chiselled six pack followed by the V shape leading down to his…..jeans.

You shake your head and start coughing.

“The fuck Jimin!” you shout trying to look at anywhere else but his tempting nipples. So your eyes land on his face but his smirking so hard that you almost smack him.

“Oh, my bad, I was just…erm…cle…I mean cooking…,” he says reaching for the shirt on the floor.

You give him a funny look and stop to analyse the situation for a minute. You can’t smell anything at all and even if he was cooking why would he be cooking without a shirt, or even open the door without one surely he would have seen the person through the peephole.

You gasp when you realise what this little shit just did. You can’t lie it is pretty hilarious.

“You weren’t cooking were you Jimin? You saw me on the peephole and took your shirt off,” you shake your head and laugh astonished.

“I swear on my scout’s honour,” he puts two fingers up together and a big grin appears.

His still shirtless by the way.

“Where you ever in the boys scouts?”

“Well…,” he starts caught in a lie.

“I can’t with you Jimin, honestly, please put your shirt on,” you laugh at his silliness. You watch him place a black t-shirt back on his body and a little part of you DEEP down inside cries.

“Thank you,” you almost roll your eyes but then you remember you are here to ask him for a favour.

“So something happened today,” you begin to speak very fast and with a lot of hand gestures. Jimin just crosses his arms against his chest listening.

“I lost my keys but I think I know where they are its just I can’t get them today and I was wondering, you can say no…if I can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor and I will stay out of your way I just don’t have any other options,” you finish rumbling and place your hand over your nose with your eyes closed.

“All I’m hearing is you confirming how much you can’t survive without me,” Jimin mocks.

The fucking cheek, you open your eyes and try to give him a serious face but he playfully sticks his tongue out and the corners of your lips twist up.

“Is that a yes,” you finally say.

“Of course, come in and you don’t have to sleep on the floor,” he lets you in and you enter his apartment for the first time in a year.

It looks the same except for a few new pieces of furniture here and there.

“You want a drink?” Jimin asks going to the kitchen.

“Yeah sure, what do you have?”

“Two beers?”

“hm, sure why not,” you decide to have one beer just to ease your nerves….not caused by Jimin you try to lie to yourself.

“It might help me to sleep easier since I have a meeting tomorrow morning,” you speak accepting the bottle and then he signals for you to come outside to the balcony.

“Ah, lucky, I don’t have a balcony,” you say stepping outside and feeling the breeze on your face and looking at the night skylight.

“I practically didn’t as well because it was filled with junk until some months after you left….I needed something to distract me,” he sighs sitting down on the chair next to you.

You copy him and then say “you did well, the view from here is beautiful,”

“Thank you, I like coming out here at this time because the velvet sky is filled with stars that twinkle,” he says taking a sip.

“The night sky here is different from back home….the stars don’t move,” you point up at the moving satellite.

“Yeah, you’re right I don’t even know how many of those little dots up there are actual stars. It feels nice to talk to someone out here for once,” his fingers weave through the parting of his hair.

“You never brought anyone or any girlfriends here….” Shit, why did I say that, you instantly want to take it back but you know it’s too late.

“I…erm…I guess I never got over you to bring anyone here.”

Ahh, you melt a little bit at that. Who? How? What do you even say to that, shit!

“Umm, Cheers,” you awkwardly say moving your bottle near his and hearing the clink sound when the two bottles meet.

“How about you, did you do anything at the countryside,” Jimin asks. You subtly notice that he wanted to ask another question similar to the one you just asked but his stopping himself.

“First of all, it’s not the countryside but a quaint little town,” you sass.

“I like this sassy new you,” he turns to look at you with a smirk. Why is he like this?

“But why,” you scoff at him.

“To answer your question I smoked a cigar for the first time actually with my brother in law and I liked it,” you purse your lips and take a sip of the drink.

“Ohh, check you out and here I was worried that you would be getting lost and falling over everything without me around,”

You smack him at the back of his head and he shouts “Oi!” Then you try to put him in a headlock but you’re not fast enough and his got both your arms in his and you’re inches away from his mesmerising eyes again. He moves his head down seductively and looks up at you with his sensual eyes. You stop breathing. You haven’t been affected this strongly by anyone like this in a long time and you are not about to get sucked in.

So you do the only rationale thing a grown woman can do in this situation and you fake a yawn.

“I think I’m going to go to sleep now,” you wriggle out of his hands.

At first you try to convince Jimin that you will sleep on the couch but he is having none of it instead he convinces you to sleep on the same bed.

“It’s a king size bed __, you sleep on your side and I will sleep on my side and even if your pinky toe crosses over to my side all hell will break loose,” you laugh at his silliness and agree. He gives you a new unused toothbrush and a white t-shirt of his to sleep in.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face you get under the covers and call for sleep to come to you before Jimin joins you in the bed.

Surprisingly it works, soon after you start to yawn for real and you feel yourself falling into a deep sleep. Even when you hear a sound from the side of the bed your brain doesn’t register it as anything significant and you slowly fall deeper into sleep.

Zzz

You toss and turn on the bed and you don’t know how long it’s been since you closed your eyes but you wake up facing the direction towards Jimin but he has his body turned away from you.

You can see a shadow of his frame because of the small light coming from the crack in the curtain. You move closer to him without thinking what this action meant. You just want to be closer to him, just this much you think you can handle it without losing your mind.

Unexpectedly, Jimin turns around.

You freeze and quickly shut your eyes. You hold your breath and pretend to be asleep.

Jimin hesitates for a millisecond, he knows he shouldn’t….he knows his being greedy but everything in his heart is telling him to move closer. Slowly inch by inch his face moves nearer to yours.

You feel the tip of his nose gently caress your nose. You’re confused and excited at the time. What is happening here? Why am I letting this happen? You feel his feathery hand lightly press onto your hip and his nose nuzzle on your cheek.

You squeeze your eyes tighter as you attempt to reject the fact that you had missed the softness of his touch. As his fingers leave electric sensations with every caress they make against your skin you feel his button nose moving up and closer….

Closer until his upper lip grazes your lip and you almost whimper. His soft lips slowly meet yours and you feel the familiar and plumpness of their shape.

He gently kisses you again in the dark and you clench your stomach in an attempt to fight the urge…..you try with all your will but then he presses his wet plush lips onto yours and you lose it.

The second you receive his lips, the second you meet them and taste the sweetness of his mouth you succumb to him and wet his lips. You kiss under the moonlight sky enjoying each other’s taste, wrapping your hands around each other in an effort of becoming one. The kiss deepens and you find your rhythm and soak in every last sensation coming from his lips and his hands. You reach a heighten moment where his biting your bottom lip and your tongue slips into his mouth. You pant heavily as he sucks your tongue in and he lets out an innocent little sensual moan when you roll your tongue around his. You feel the passion like you have never felt before, as if being away from him has made you crave him even more.

Gradually, you both calm down then you place your hands on his chest before kissing him softly one last time. You try to move back but his strong hands are still wrapped around you.

“Jimin, do you think you can ever trust me again?” you say in a small voice. The question escapes your lips like word vomit. A part of you wanted to just fall asleep and pretend as if the kiss never happened. But another part want’s to fight for him, wants to believe that you have changed and that the love you have for each other can weather all the storms.

And that’s why you asked that question because you wanted to fight for what you had, even if there is a possibility that he will reject you.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” he replies back just as quietly, you are both nervous and scared now.

“What is it?”

He sits up with his hands and you copy him. He places his tender hand on your right cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“Forgive yourself ___, I miss you,” the corners of his mouth lift up. “I forgive you and I want us to work on building the trust up again, if you still want me?”

You stare at this unreal man not fully believing his words, what have you done to deserve such an amazing kind of person. You remember one of Yoongi’s questions then ‘what does your heart desire?’ and everything suddenly becomes clear.

“Ah, it’s so dramatic, okay, let’s start over just me and you,” you jump up and give him a quick kiss before hugging him tightly.

“A fresh start,” you say easing into the embrace.

“Fresh start,” Jimin whispers into your ear.

You don’t know what the future holds for you or if you’re making the biggest mistake in your life but for now you’re beyond grateful that he has forgiven you and that you are able to get a second chance. So, you’re just going to go with flow and see where life takes you.

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Ending Comment - Yay, their finally back together. Thank you again for reading the story this far. I don't even know how to say this but they are only two more chapters left in the story. *A little spoiler is the title of the next chapter will be 'Fifty shades of Jimin ;) [FINAL CHAPTER]

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