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snwycde · 3 months

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Connected (Bang Chan) part 2

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: none

summary: angsty - slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is NOT the first part!!! Here is part 1

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“Hyung, what do you mean you’re going to make a new solo song?!” Han sits up from the couch, “Would the company even allow that? We’re supposed to release this album literally this year.”

Chan leans back into his chair and grabs at his hair, “I just don’t feel like my song is as…it just doesn’t fit the vibe that I want it to give.”

Han put his hands onto his face, clearly stressed.

“Why don’t you like ‘Roads’?” Changbin swivels his chair around to look at Chan, “I think it’s good and the lyrics are good?”

‘Roads’ was Chan’s song that he wrote for stays, it’s his solo song in the SKZ-Replay album.

“I just don’t feel like I spent as much time on the song as you guys did with yours. Literally everyone has deeper meaning to their own songs, even Lino!”

Han looks up and turns to Changbin, “He has a point there. Lee know hyung isn’t one to be emotional and then he literally wrote 나지막이 (limbo).“

“Besides, the company will probably allow me to change it, it’s only June and we’re releasing it in December.” Chan sits back up, “And I’ll just release ‘Roads’ if I don’t come up with anything.”

Han shrugs at Changbin. Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean back into his chair, “Why not. It’s not like we’re going to be able to change your mind.”

Chan starts packing up his things, “Good.”

“Where are you going?” Han questions his sudden movements.

“We’re done here… so I’m going?” he says as he places his laptop into his bag.

Another shared glance between Han and Changbin, a state of confusement since their hyung is never first to leave.

“Look I’ll meet you guys back at the dorm.” giving a peace sign before exiting the room, leaving Han and Changbin baffled.

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You have arrived, announces the car’s GPS.

Chan parks on the street outside of a building, Connections, a cafe. Chan looks at the outside before entering, he hasn’t been here in years.

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“Yeah, I’m gonna surprise him at the ice skating rink,” You say while getting in the car, “He doesn’t know that I came back during spring break.”

“I can’t believe you flew back for him, don’t you ever learn your lesson,” your friend announces after your phone connects to your car.

“Look it’s been rough between us for a while and I want to clear things up, I feel like we just need to see each other and things will go back to normal.” You turn on the car, “Jihyo, I know you’ve never liked him but you didn’t even give him a chance!”

You can hear a sigh on the end of the line, “Whatever babe, I love you. I’ll be back home later tonight.”

You return an I love you and end the call.

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“How long do you want to pay for?” an employee asks.

You check your watch, 11:30am, “I’ll stay for 2 hours.”

As you sit down and put on your skates you check your phone to see your boyfriend’s location, he’s been here for 30 minutes already.

You remember he said that he was planning on going ice skating with his friends today when you had called him last night, and since you didn’t know how to surprise him, why not here while he’s with his friends…?

The ice skating rink is filled with people, so you look before getting on the ice to see if you can see your boyfriend. You see him, wearing one of the jackets you had bought him, and warmth rushes to your cheeks.

As you step onto the ice you start towards him, the rink is quite large so you decide to call out to him, “Jae-”

You stop yourself once you see someone slide into him. A girl. Maybe it’s just an accident, you tell yourself. Jaebum, your boyfriend, wraps his arms around her, hugging her. You stop skating towards him, watching from a distance as he laughs and kisses her forehead.

Your heart stops, as your eyes follow the girl as she gets off the rink and walks towards the restroom.

You don’t even realize you're following her until, “Your hair is so cute!”, you say.

“Ah, thank you!” the girl blushes as she touches up her short black hair in the mirror, “I love your long hair, it's gorgeous!”

“You and your boyfriend look so cute together,” you take out your lip oil, what am I doing?

The girl notices your lip oil, “Omg I have that one too!” as she takes out the dior lip oil to show you, “yeah, he’s actually not my boyfriend…yet!”

You turn to her, heart breaking since she’s so sweet, “oh really?”, from your intuition, you know she doesn’t know you, she seems like a good girl.

“He’s taken me on a few dates here and there, but I haven’t decided if I want him to be my boyfriend,” she leans in to whisper, “he is just a bit older than me, haha.”

You pretend like you don’t know that and gasp, “Omg how old is he, how old are you?”

“He's only 3 years older than me, I’m 24.” she smiles.

“Me too!” you exclaim, suddenly all you want to do is scream at Jaebum.

“Well it was wonderful meeting you!” you say before waving bye and quickly exiting.

You spot Jaebum on the ice talking to one of his friends. As you get on the ice, his friend spots you before he could, “Y-Y/n?”

Jaebum turns around, color slowly leaves his face, “Y-y/n! What are you doing here!” He pretends to act excited as he looks around.

“Surprise!” you act, forcing your whole body to hug him back when he hugs you, it makes you want to throw up.

“What are you doing here?” he asks again breathlessly, “shouldn’t you be overseas?”

“Wouldn’t you like that,” you say under your breath before looking up at him, “Jagi, you’re wearing the jacket I got you! It looks so good!”

As you pretend to check him out in his jacket he starts to panic, “Aren’t you tired? You’re probably tired, you should go home and rest. I’ll bring dinner tonight!”

You stop and hold his hand, “omg jagi, I was in the restroom and I met the sweetest girl! You have to meet her.”

At that moment whatever color was left on his face left, it looked like his soul left his body, “jagi,” he starts, you wince at the nickname.

“Jaebum?” The voice behind you makes you smile.

You turn and look at the girl, on her face is pure confusement, you see her look at you holding his hand. Jaebum quickly wiggles his hand out of yours, your heart breaks a little.

“Miyeon-ah.” Jaebum takes place in between you both, “Look, I can explain.”

“Miyeon… what a cute name,” you sadly smile before looking at Jaebum, “I saw you hold her.”

“J-jagi, I didn’t mean it,” Jaebum puts his hands up.

“Jagi?” Miyeon questions, her face trying to put the pieces together, “Are you guys dating?”

You look at Jaebum waiting for him to answer her but he just stays silent, “Jaebum was my boyfriend.”

“Was?” Jaebum looks at you, but you’re still looking at Miyeon as she realizes the situation.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship.” Miyeon’s face drops, “I should leave.”

“No don’t,” Jaebum then turns to her, “can I explain?”

“Please don’t, you have nothing to explain to me.” Miyeon replies before she waves to you and skates off.

Jaebum just watches her leave, “Y/n, I didn’t mean it, we were just good friends.”

You scoff at his words. You see his friend Jackson turn away not even believing him because he’s clearly in the wrong.

“How long?” That's all you wanted to ask, that’s all you wanted to know, maybe.

“Y/n please.” Jaebum takes your hands into his.

“How long, Jaebum.”

“I only took her on 5 dates. It started in June. It’s only been a month.”

“Only?” you look at him slightly hurt, “we’ve been dating for almost year and you’re gonna throw it away to have some fling?”

“I didn’t plan on getting that close to her, Y/n. you have to believe me.” Jaebum waves Jackson off to go elsewhere, “It was just a little lonely for me, you’re all the way overseas doing your stuff and you’re always busy nowadays.”

You pull your hands from his, “you’re blaming you cheating on me being busy?”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say, Jagi. I just want to say I’m sorry and that we can move on from this and grow stronger.” Jaebum holds your shoulders, “I didn’t mean to kiss her, it was always out of stress and loneliness, I just really missed you.”

“Kis– Jaebum don’t touch me.” you step away from him.

Jaebum moves to try to hug you, but his bracelet on his wrist starts going off notifying that his time on the ice is over.

“Look, do you want to go somewhere else and talk about this? Let’s try not to make a scene.” Jaebum sees Jackson getting off the ice, trying to move towards the exit.

“Make a scene? Seriously.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

You look at Jaebum, then check the time, you still have 45 minutes left before your time is up, “You should go.”

Jaebum looks at you, then his bracelet, “text me whenever you’re ready okay? I love you.”

You cringe at those words, yet watch his back as he heads out to leave in sadness, not wanting him to go.

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You’re in shock as you skate alone around and around the rink, trying to waste your time. You get a notification from your phone, Jihyo:

I get off a little late today, so I’ll bring some food home ;P

You decide to text her and tell her what happened, when you hear a voice say, “Bin I’m actually gonna leave you, you’re embarrassing me.”

This wakes you up from your deluded thoughts, and you stare at the two people who happened to be in front of you, one gripping onto the wall and the other, slightly taller than the other, blonde hair peeking out under his beanie.

“Chan?” you hear yourself whisper.

But you’re completely drowned out by another boy taller than them both coming by to completely push the one gripping onto the wall. As he’s desperately trying not to fall, that's when you hear it.

Chan’s laugh. The sweetest and most contagious laugh you’ve ever heard, it makes your heart ache yet feel so warm.

The laugh distracts you from your thoughts so well that it also distracts you from reality, you’re able to snap out of it, when you’re suddenly hit and falling to the ground.

“Ouch,” you grab onto your wrist that you fell on.

Your nose is suddenly filled with the scent of his cologne, bringing back memories you did not want to feel right now. Feelings starting to worsen your current heartbreak with a past heartbreak.

He starts, as he rushes to get up and off of you, “I'm so sorry. I am truly so sorry.” He stretches out his hand for you, “are you okay?”

Does he not recognize me? You wonder as you start to get up using the wall, “You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”

Chan tries to make eye contact with you, “Do you need help or do you need anything?”

This is embarrassing, he’s the exact same as before. His actions start to irritate you, “”N-no, it’s really okay.”

I’m done here. This is the worst day ever. You’re thinking as you skate off.

You walk and text Jihyo, Jaebum cheated on me and I just literally ran into Chan.

You find your shoes and start taking off your skates. Your phone’s notification starts to go off, thinking it’s from Jihyo you pick it up, instead it’s from Jackson.

Hey y/n, look I know we’re not the closest, but I just wanted to say that I didn’t know you guys were even dating still. Jaebum told me and the guys that you guys broke up a little after you flew back to the States. I’m sorry that he’s been lying to you. - Jackson

This makes your eyes start to water, you’re not sure whether to be angry, hurt or –

“Hi I’m the guy who fell into you earlier”

5 years Chan, trust me I know you.

“I really am sorry about that, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You scoff at his words, they’re so familiar, “You want to make sure I’m okay?”

“Um yes,” hesitation in his voice, “I just want to know if I hurt you badly and you’re just hiding it.”

Hearing this from your ex is not the best feeling. Especially when he doesn’t even remember you, or does he? So you decide to make eye contact with him, feeling pathetic yet angry as you still have tears in your eyes, “No Chan, don’t worry you didn’t hurt me at all.”

His face suddenly drops, from the nice guy act he was playing, as he steps back a little he questions, “Shit, Y/n?”

“Sorry you might’ve forgotten me, my bad.” You stand up and brush his shoulder as you walk out.

author's note: OKAY so I think I'll release every day until this story is done, around 10-11 pm PST time 👍 I'm not entirely sure honestly but I'll try to be active as long as people want more 🙏

#stray kids #skz #slow burn #bang chan #bang chan fluff #fluff #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz smut #pov #angst #skz angst #skz soft thoughts

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 1 month

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03/14/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Erroll Shand; Taika; David Jenkins; Save OFMD Crew Theory Thursday; #GLAADforOFMD with AdoptOurCrew; HBO Nonsense; Uproar; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Erroll Shand =

In case you needed yet another reason to love Erroll, he was so sweet about all the birthday wishes and he sent a video in response on Instagram.

On top of that, he responds to literally every message he gets with comments and emojis. Just, really sweet of him to do that.

= Taika Waititi =

Apparently doing a lot of product placement lately!

And a "cool video" which can be seen on @fuckyeahworldoftaika

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad poked his head out for a moment to re-tweet @adoptourcrew's #GLAADforOFMD

== Save OFMD Crew #TheoryThursday ==

Wanna throw some theories in? Reach out on any of the @saveofmdcrewmates socials! Instagram

== #GLAADforOFMD ==

In honor of the GLAAD Awards show going on today, our friends at @adoptourcrew were doing a campaign across twitter and IG to find out what you were #GLAADforOFMD for. If you're interested in sending them some notes: Instagram

== HBO Nonsense ==

Reminder: You can Still sign the petition to #FireDavidZaslav, which is still trending at least 3 days in a row now.

== Uproar ==

Our captain's next movie comes out tomorrow in the use Mar 15! It has come to our attention that it's hard to actually get in and see the movie because it's only available in select cities.

The #RhysDarbyFaction has put together a doc on where to find tickets, and if you can't find them, how to help get Uproar in theatres near you with engaging with various theatres.

Also, the easiest thing you can due to help is like and share posts by Blue Fox Entertainment!:

Like and Share Posts by Blue Fox Entertainment Regarding Uproar on the Various Social medias:

Blue Fox Ent Twitter

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Pic Src: Blue Fox Entertainment's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= Wrecked =

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 15: Lube As A Crew =

Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)

Mar 17: Pirate Radio/The Boat That Rocked Watch Party!

Sunday the 17th of March at 7:30pm GMT / 3:30 pm EST / 1:30 pm CST Hosted & Graphics by @Tillychmo

Watch Party Hashtags:

PirateRadio

AdoptOurCrew

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== Calendar Reminder ==

Tomorrow is #OurFlagRTL! Join @OurFlagRTL on Twitter for Our Flag Means Death 1 x 10 and a Season 2 binge to celebrate the German release!

#OurFlagRTL - 9:30am PST / 12:30pm EST / 4:30pm GMT

== Articles ==

Our Friends at Tv Insider wrote a very awesome quote regarding the cancellation of OFMD while talking about Rhys Darby and his appearance in the new Night Court series.

"Night Court marks Darby’s first TV appearance since Our Flag Means Death ended in October 2023 and was criminally canceled in January. While we’re still grieving that loss, it’s great to see Darby in another romantic and comedic role so soon." https://www.tvinsider.com/1126692/night-court-rhys-darby-dave-foley-duke/

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a reasonably good day. I was a bit out of sorts and if I was weird to anyone I'm really sorry, wasn't anything directed at you. Reminded me very much how we need to be able to forgive ourselves, and even though we can preach one way, actually doing it can be really difficult sometimes, especially in the moment. I'm pretty worn out tonight, so I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's wise words, please always keep on keepin' on. The world wouldn't be the same without you. Love you crew.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I realize they are different interviews, but they embody the same thing :)

Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @livwifeofkarl

Daily Darby Courtesy of @izzy-hands

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #GLAAD #be a billboard #adopt our crew #save ofmd #save ofmd crewmates #erroll shand #david jenkins #uproar

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satorisoup · 5 months

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hii , could u write for atsumu or kuroo? something like they are jealous bc the reader is playing games for hours and arent paying attention to them? pls ❤️

#ATSUMU IS JEALOUS OF YOUR VIDEO GAMES

#A/N : i wrote this for atsumu bc ugh i just wanna bite him. he fs is secretly a big ol needy boy and just wants ur attention 24/7.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe, baby). cursing.

atsumu was jealous. there, he said it. he thought he was being nice when he bought you that new game at the store the other day, but he didn’t expect it to take up all of your time from him.

the non stop clicking and clacking sounds that have been protruding from your fingertips on the controller was starting to antagonize him. you’ve been at this since 6:30am. its now 2 fucking pm.

but you were just having fun, he’s glad he got you something that made you happy. maybe he could get your attention by offering something else.

“babe, do ya want some onigiri from ‘samu? he brought it over earlier.”

“maybe later, but thank you ‘tsumu!”

strike 1.

another hour goes by and atsumu springs up another idea.

“y/n, my sweatshirts out’ the dryer. wanna wear it?”

“ill put it on in a bit, thank you baby!”

strike 2.

another few hours later, and atsumu thinks this time it’ll work.

“do ya wanna watch a movie or somethin’?”

“sure! we can watch one later”

strike 3.

atsumu has had enough of that damn game. he strolls over to you before shutting off your screen and grabbing your controller before you could even react, plopping right next to you with an arm around your shoulder and an unamused look on his face.

“‘tsumu! what the fuck was that for?”

“you’ve been ignorin’ me all day. it was time to shut it off.”

“…is someone perhaps jealous?” you say, a smirk on your lips.

“no! i just want my time with my girl, s’that to much to ask for?”

you wrap your arms around atsumu before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“sorry ‘tsumu”

“s’okay, baby.”

he finally got what he wanted all day long. a movie, you in his clothes, eating the food osamu made.

“js’ glad to be with you, y/n”

#anime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #msby atsumu #atsumu fic #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #satorisoup

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 3 months

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The DM's Excerpts - Charles III: New King, New Court

Robert Hardman (who also wrote Queen of Our Times, published 2022) has written a new book about the British Royal Family. The Daily Mail is serializing parts of the book over four days, from 12 - 15 January 2024. Here are the links. If anyone has any others, feel free to share them in the comments.

If you don't want to give the DM clicks, I've included highlights below. (My browser doesn't recognize archive.vn or archive.ph as a valid domain so I can't create or access those links.)

TL;DR--

The day the Queen died, 12 Jan 2024

Secret summits over making Charles regent in Queen's last years, 13 Jan 2024

How the royals have dealt with a torrent of allegations from Harry and Meghan, 14 Jan 2024

Harmdan's intimate portrait of a woman who dances at Abba concerts, jabs the King with her handbag and 'knows when to wink at a bishop,' 15 Jan 2024

Excerpt #1, 12 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The last time most of her staff saw The Queen was at the pre-dinner cocktails the evening of September 6th. She was happy, chatty, and in a good mood. (September 6th was the Boris Johnson-Liz Truss transition.)

It was sheer luck that Anne and Peter were at Balmoral during this time. Anne was passing through for work, Peter was preparing for a shooting party he was going to host over the weekend (which ended up cancelled). Also Sarah Chatto was nearby.

On September 7th, The Queen planned to attend the Privy Council meeting as it involved new Cabinet officials being installed. She eventually cancelled on medical advice. This was the first signal to many that she wasn't doing well.

Charles and Camilla were on the western side of Scotland for a series of engagements September 7 - September 8. The morning of September 8, Anne called Charles to come to Balmoral at once. On the helicopter to Balmoral, everyone was reviewing the Operation London Bridge papers. They arrived at Birkhall around 10:30am and traveled to Balmoral in a borrowed car.

William was called around breakfast time and informed of the situation, including that was on his way to Balmoral. Charles himself called William (and Andrew, Edward, and Harry) that they should also come. After Charles's calls, Kensington Palace began coordinating with Royal Lodge (Andrew's office*) and Bagshot Park (Edward's office*) on travel to Scotland. William and KP did not reach out to the Sussexes because betrayal, and they felt the responsibility should have been on the Sussexes to make contact. (*Not really their offices, but it's the easiest way to keep them separate so you know who I'm talking about.)

Everyone was disturbed by Harry's inclusion of these events, especially the "Meghan's not coming/she's my wife/Kate's not coming either/that's all you had to say" bit, in his memoir. Harry's recollection of how he was notified of The Queen's death isn't true - he claims no one was talking to him but actually Charles and the palace had been trying to reach him repeatedly. The calls weren't going through because he was in the air. (Interesting that he'd check the BBC first as opposed to calling back after seeing a dozen of missed calls...or not springing for the wifi package...)

Liz Truss, the new PM, was in a G7 conference call on September 8th when she was notified of the situation in Scotland. She bowed out of the call early and quickly. The G7 leaders knew what was happening.

Charles was rather close to Balmoral when he received the call that The Queen had passed. William, Andrew, Edward, and Sophie were on the way to Balmoral from the Aberdeen airport. Charles called them himself to let them know.

The Archbishop of Canterbury was in France on a personal holiday. He and his wife began preparing to return home after seeing the palace's first statement about The Queen's health. They drove home overnight so Welby could make an address in the morning.

Excerpt #2, 13 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The Queen had been quite ill in her final year. She knew and was aware her time was ending that summer.

A regency would have been created had she lived as long as The Queen Mother because everyone was fearful of a health condition flaring up in public.

Planning for Charles's accession and coronation began in 2015. Sir Alderton, his private secretary, created a "training video" of the accession/transition then that Charles, Camilla, and William watched in the evening of September 8th during their private dinner at Birkhall, while Princess Anne hosted the rest of the family at Balmoral. If Harry wasn't such a dick (my word, not Hardman's), he'd have been part of the Birkhall dinner but he wasn't and there were very serious concerns he would write about it in Spare.

The announcement of The Queen's death was delayed because family members hadn't been informed yet. (I think it was Harry they were waiting on, per the events in the first article.)

The royals were very touched by the outpouring of public affection for The Queen, themselves, and their family. Camilla was struck by how supportive the crowd was of her. Anne was touched by the tractors, horses, and the crowds that lined the roads in Scotland. It was a six hour drive, and she and Tim had had snacks in their car but they both felt it would have been rude to everyone that came to see the procession and pay their respects to be seen eating.

Camilla sobbed through Charles's first speech.

The Privy Council were concerned that the political upheaval in the government would cause problems for the accession, transition, and royal mourning.

It was William's idea for him, Kate, and the Sussexes to do the Windsor walkabout together. He organized it in two hours. No one found it easy or enjoyable.

Excerpt #3, 14 Jan 2024

Highlights:

The Queen felt she had to say 'yes' when Harry contacted her about naming his daughter Lilibet and she was very angry with him for it. (Reading between the lines, it sounds like the decision was presented by the Sussexes as "fait accompli" and The Queen took offense.)

The Sussexes tried to force the palace to go along with their version (that they had asked The Queen for permission) but the palace refused to play. They also tried to intimidate the press with legal action if anyone didn't report "their" version of events, even going so far as threatening the BBC with a lawsuit.

Everyone at the palace rolled their eyes about the Sussexes getting the RFK "Ripple of Hope Award." They felt that the "legacy" the Sussexes were being rewarded for was laughable, especially when compared to Charles's work.

The Caribbean gets its news through the US media. (I believe this confirms the theory that Sussex PR influenced the Caribbean's coverage of the Royal Family)

William saw Harry's comments in the Netflix documentary that they're expected to marry someone who fits the mold as an attack on Kate and he's been furious since. He feels betrayed by Harry having discussed their relationship so freely, thinks it's an intrusion of privacy.

Neither William nor Kate have read Spare but they are aware of what's being said and their staffs have briefed them.

Harry's version of events when The Queen Mother died is totally made up. (In Spare, Harry says he was alone, it was springtime just before Easter, and he took the call himself, but actually he was in Switzerland skiing with Charles and William and all three were told together by an aide.)

It's very suspicious that Spare largely skips May 2018 - March 2020. The palace thinks it'll be covered in the second version or Meghan's memoir.

The door is open for Harry and Meghan to return but they'll have to make the first steps since Charles has given up.

Anne's seat the coronation in front of Harry was a last-minute change so she could leave more quickly after the service in the procssion. She was concerned about keeping her hat on since it was "decent-sized" but she was told to keep it on.

Excerpt #4, 15 Jan 2024 - TBD

Highlights

It's been a difficult transition to Queen for Camilla, but everyone believes she handled it well. Her family finds it surreal.

Camilla doesn't mind being second fiddle to Charles.

She still has her Wiltshire home, Ray Mill, which she bought after divorcing Andrew PB. She still visits and stays there to this day.

Everyone walks a bit on eggshells around Charles because he's a bit temperamental, but Camilla steadies him.

Camilla likes her rooms hot. Charles like his rooms cold and windows open.

Charles skips lunch. Camilla does not.

Camilla keeps Charles running on time when he gets chatty.

Camilla is hands-on with her charities and patronage.

I find her sister is overstaying her welcome. After her starring role in the coronation documentary and now her interviews with Hardman for the book, it's too much and feels like she's trying too hard.

Other stories by Hardman from his book:

Foreign Office officials 'ditched buses for dignitaries' at coronation after backlash at the Queen's funeral, 13 Jan 2024

Brigadier who helped carry Queen's coffin was at a wedding in Corfu, 13 Jan 2024

Queen's funeral rehearsal was a comedy of errors as even the band went AWOL, 13 Jan 2024

Prince Andrew could be 'far more damaging outside the loop,' 14 Jan 2024

The DM's other royal reporters - Martin Robinson, Rebecca English, Natasha Livingstone - are publishing "recaps" of Hardman's excerpts. Some of Rebecca English's stories are augmented by her own sources. Here are a few:

Insiders revewal how the Queen was so upset by Harry and Meghan's Lilibet decision that she told aides 'the only thing I own is my name. And now they've taken that': The royal row taht troubled Her Majesty in twilight of her reign, 15 Jan 2024

'For William, this was the lwoest of the low,' 15 Jan 2024

Camilla was given the affection nickname 'Lorraine' before seh became Queen, 14 Jan 2024

Harry and Meghan likely caused Queen 'distress' in her final years over naming of baby Lilibet, 15 Jan 2024

The Queen's final years were overshadowed by Harry and Meghan's hunger for publicity, 15 Jan 2024

Also, these are reminding me of some things Harry and Meghan (Harry mostly) have claimed and Hardman's articles are debunking them. I need to do a bit of research to check if the dates on what I'm remembering line up with the timeline Hardman is presenting. I'll do a separate post on that since this is already quite long.

#brf #rumors #theories #robert hardman

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orchidyoonkook · 6 months

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I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰

(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)

You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕

Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG

Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection

Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.

Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.

Word Count: 923

Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM

A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.

A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.

The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower.

Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest.

It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another.

It’s the day before you leave.

The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back.

But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did.

To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.

Your willow tree.

Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it.

A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.

You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think.

Closure.

Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary.

You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.

But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?

That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality.

But it’s not enough to change your mind.

You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you.

He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.

He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.

His girl.

Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place.

This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.

How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.

And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“You okay?” he asks.

You are.

It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now.

You can’t remember the last time you had that.

“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”

Holding the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.

A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3

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Hiding the Truth, Pretending I'm Fine

Jeon Wonwoo x gn! reader

Genre: Hanahaki AU, college AU, fluff, usual angst that comes with the AU, happy ending!

Words: 4k and some change!

Warnings: vomiting, doctors, surgery mention(doesn't happen! don't worry<3), implied depression? reader feels down and i kinda wrote it in a way that it could be read as depression..., death mentions(one a joke at the start, and the other being apart of the whole AU thing..., cursing, my ocs Mai and Kimi(ok my friends oc...) use different pronouns, Mai(She/He) and Kimi(She/They), blood

Notes: sooo... if you've read this before you are either 1) a friend i had read this for school or 2) you are my old english teacher, in which, hi. why are you here. please leave. please. aka i am repurposing this for tumblr, because i am pretty proud of it, meaning please be gentle on me. i am just a tiny tiny child. but tell me what you think! tell me if i missed any warnings, and stuff like that! also, stole the title from bittersweet. you'll see why! enjoy<3

You had been in love with Jeon Wonwoo for who knows how long, but you hadn't known it. Until you started coughing. You wish it had been easier.

❀DAY 1, SUNDAY 8:30AM, YOUR APARTMENT

“Ooh my baby,” You cooed. “How's my little baby~ Hm? How are you Hoshi? What about you Byeol~~ Thank you for the gift~~”

Kimiko, your high school friend slash roommate, burst into your room. “Stop being a crazy cat person! Get up and out, Wonwoo is waiting for you,”

“Already? I just woke up–”

“Oh, no he's not here, here. He's just waiting for you like, in general y'know?”

“Die,”

“Not how you talk to your bestest friend in the world,” She pouted.

“That would be Wonwoo,”

“Bestest roommate in the world?”

“Mai.”

“Fuck youuuu,”

❀9:25AM, ROCKET CAFE

Sitting down, Wonwoo placed an iced latte in front of you. Every Sunday, the two of you met at either the library or the cafe to plan your week out together. This week was the cafe. He stared at you, watching you work.

“Stop watching me, creep,” you grinned, tapping your foot against Wonwoo. “C’mon, I know I’m pretty ‘n all but you really should stop staring at me,”

“So full of yourself,” He teased. “You’ve got something, here I’ll get it.”

You rolled your eyes at Wonwoo pretending to fix your hair. Always trying to “fix” something, your hair, your clothes. You knew you weren't a messy person. What you didn't know was why Wonwoo did it. Sighing, you just let him fiddle with your hair. As he did that, you stole his phone, unlocking it to check his calendar for the week.

“Boo,” you pouted. “We barely match up this month, outside of class. Look! We don’t match this week and next week we match once, on Friday night,”

Seemingly done with your hair, he checked your planner. “Oh, you’re right. Isn’t that during the get together Cheol is holding?”

“Oh I think it is,” you sulked. “No free time for just us! Oh I am in pain, jail for a thousand years!”

He chuckled. “It’s fine, we can sneak some time in,”

“Not at a Cheol party. I’m gonna be tipsy and you’re probably going to be on babysitting duty,”

“Babysitting you,”

Grumbling, you stood from the chair and fell onto Wonwoo's shoulders like a lump of nothing, smacking him a little. Vernon, your mutual friend who worked at the cafe, took a picture and sent it to their group chat without the two of you, followed by a text saying “yo right in front of my salad?”. The group chat exploded with messages with variants of “they’re seriously not dating?” and one text from Joshua, one of the other workers at the cafe, saying “get back to work!!”.

❀DAY 4, WEDNESDAY 12:30PM, ON THE WAY TO CLASS

This, you decided early on in your college days, was your favorite part of college. Walking with Wonwoo to whatever class you two shared, was great(unless the two of you didn't share a class, in which he would walk you to whatever class you had after the two of you had lunch).

You looked at him, seeing him staring at you, again. “Hey, what's with you looking at me so often, huh?” You raised a brow. “What, do you like me or something?”

He smiled, “Sure, something like that,”

Your face warmed, you could just feel the heat go to your ears.

You whipped your head away from him before saying. “Oh– oh just shut it! Don't even joke about that, Wonwoo!”

And then you started coughing, which granted, the weather had been getting colder, but you started coughing hard. Leaning down, you started coughing into your elbow before pulling away and seeing… petals? Bloody, purple flower petals. You quickly grabbed them before shoving them into your pocket.

Wonwoo put his hand on the small of your back, rubbing it. “Woah, hey, are you alright? Do you need water, anything? I’ll take you home if you need,”

You nodded, your throat still feeling a little raw. “Um… yeah, water would be nice, please,”

He handed you his water bottle, yours being at home. “Here, just drink from it. I’m fine without it for now,”

You sent him an appreciative look before downing the water. “Okay, I think I’ll be good for class now,”

He looked at you, obviously worried. “If you're sure… but I’m taking you home if you start coughing like that again,”

❀1:47, CLASS

You started coughing again.

There was no reason for it, you had just caught Wonwoo once again looking at you weirdly, causing your heart to flutter just a bit before you had berated yourself, thinking, Stop it, stop it! He doesn't like me…he just doesn't. And then the coughing happened again.

It had been so bad that the professor had stopped class and asked if you had needed to go. Wonwoo answered that question by grabbing your stuff and taking you out of the class. Oh well, you thought, Guess going to that class was for nothing.

Once you had finished coughing, you again found bloody petals. What the fuck…

“Hey, are you sure you're okay?” Wonwoo looked really worried now, placing a hand on your forehead, then cheeks. “You certainly don't seem okay, but you’re not warm or anything,”

You shook your head. “I think it might be the weather. You know I get a little iffy around this time of year,”

He hesitantly accepted your reason, knowing it was true, just usually happened later in the year. He shrugged his jacket off, placing it on your shoulders. “Well, keep this on until we reach your place, I don't want you actually getting sick,”

❀2:07PM, YOUR APARTMENT

Sitting on your bed, your eyebrows scrunched up before you sighed. Just, what was happening to you? Coughing up flowers– that's something out of a storybook, not real life.

Your heart fluttered when you thought about Wonwoo, but why. Why was your heart doing this, why, why, why. Wonwoo was so sweet to you, that's why, you reasoned. Right? You…didn't like him, did you? You couldn't.

You started coughing, again. Running to the bathroom, you knelt over the toilet.

❀2:34PM

Kimi sang. “Your favorite dancer is home~”

Kimi stepped into the kitchen, dropping her bag into the floor, before calling your name. “Hellooo?”

Silence filled the apartment, which left Kimi worried. Walking through the hallway, Kimi knocked on your bedroom door, opening it when no noise happened. Nothing.

“What the…” Kimi muttered. “Ugh, where’d I put my phone… dance practice you thot!”

Dragging herself back to the kitchen, she shuffled through their duffel bag. Calling your phone, rings came from the bathroom. Making her way to the bathroom, Kimi barged in. There you were, in all your shitty, sweaty glory was you, throwing up into the toilet.

“Fuck!” Kimi dropped to her knees, rubbing your back. “You should’ve told us you were sick. One of us would’ve stayed home for you,”

You whined. “Kimi… it’s fine both of you were busy, I couldn’t let you guys stay home. Besides, this happened during class.”

“The one you have with Wonwoo?”

Nodding, you straightened. “Mm… he brought me home,”

“What happened?”

“I… um… started coughing up flower petals…” You muttered.

“You what?”

Sighing, you reached your hand into your pockets and brought out the bloody flower petals.

“What the– Why are they bloody!?”

“I started coughing these up,” You started to explain. “Look, they’re in the toilet bowl too. I… I asked Sayu, before I went into the bathroom, she said they were bittersweet or something like that…”

“You should go to the ER! Or at least the doctor– you don’t know what this is,”

“I will, I will. I was going to call her after this whole…fit,”

❀DAY 6, FRIDAY 1:15PM, SEOUL DOCTOR

“So, what’s the reason for this appointment?” Doctor Kim asked, checking the files in hand.

“Um…so the other day, Wednesday, I uh… started coughing flower petals,” You explained, pulling the petals out. “They were um, bloody.”

Clicking her tongue, Doctor Kim examined a petal. “Oh dear…I see,”

“Why’d it happened? How’d it even get in my body?”

Doctor Kim sighed, pulling up an article on the computer in the room. “I’m afraid there’s not much research on this. I’ve never personally seen it but I know doctors who have diagnosed it. We’re calling it hanahaki, from the Japanese words 花 and 吐く, flower and to vomit. We’ve noticed that it’s from unrequited love,” she glanced at you and then the flower petals, “Do you…do you love someone? Do you believe they don’t love you back?”

You played with your hair, suddenly the floor looking interesting. “Um…I…I guess,”

“You guess?”

“I do. I…kinda just realized it and then spiraled for a little. On Wednesday, when I first coughed them up.”

“I see. I’m going to give you options and I will definitely push you towards a specific one. But I want you to know that it is entirely up to you, what you want to do,” sighing, she leaned onto her knees. “You could confess, and if your feelings get reciprocated the flowers will leave your body through a few days. If they don’t, then your lungs will grow with flowers faster and you’ll suffocate. If you do, come to the ER immediately.

“The last option is surgery, we remove the flowers and any roots in your lungs. But it’s a complicated surgery, and if successful you lose all memories of said person and you’ll never feel anything for them ever again. It’s a last resort for a reason, and if you even think they return your feelings, confess. I mean it, you need to confess.”

❀DAY 8, SUNDAY 11:37AM, YOUR ROOM

Laying on your bed, you pulled your blankets over your shoulders, tucking yourself in. Getting up seemed to take up so much more energy these days, it was so much effort, effort you couldn't seem to put in.

Your phone rang, and you left it. It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. You sighed as it stopped again. It pinged a few times, two followed by one more before your phone silenced. You couldn't bring yourself to check, even though you knew it was Wonwoo, you set his notifications to have a special ringer. You were just… tired.

Nonu ❙

Hey, are you okay?

??? Hello??? You always answer, are you sick??

??? I’m coming over.

❀12:42PM

Wonwoo knocked on your door, before opening it. Seeing you still tucked into your bed confused him.

“I know I've asked this a couple times, but are you okay?” He sat on your bed, patting your leg. “Hello? Have you not woken up just yet?”

You hummed lightly. “No…I’m tired,”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to be alone? You seem…well tired,”

You hummed again. He couldn't tell what you were feeling, facing away from him and barely saying anything.

“I’ll go, but I hope you feel better. I’ll get Mai and Kimi to take care of you,”

❀DAY 10, TUESDAY 11:23AM

Knocking on the door, Mai entered the room after a beat.

“You haven’t woken up yet?” She questioned, sitting on the bed. “You ok? I haven’t seen you wake up later than 9 since we were high schoolers,”

“Maiiii,” You whined. “I’m so TIRED, I can't even explain why!”

“The petals?”

“Of course, it's the– How do you know about them?”

He shrugged. “Kimi told me a little, sorry.”

“It's fine. I mean, you would've found out anyways,”

“Yeah, I would've. What happened, like why are they a thing? Kimi only mumbled something about petals and blood and purple– good color by the way,”

“I mean, the doctor said it's this stupid thing called hanahaki–”

“Like, hana as in 花, as in flower?”

“Uh, I think– STOP you're distracting me!” You jumped out from the covers.

“Yeah, but that got you out of bed. That was the goal~”

“You are the worst,”

Pulling you by the hands, Mai led you to the dining room.

“Our zombie lives!” cheered Kimi.

Flipping Kimi off, you pried yourself from Mai’s arms. “What was that for? I was gonna get out of bed eventually, it's only–”

“Only 11:23!” Kimi cut her off. “You are two hours late youngster!”

“To what?”

“To civilization! You have never–”

“Once woken up after 9, yes I am aware,”

“So you are aware we were worried, right?” Kimi huffed. “Now, eat! You are a growing child, no child of mine will starve!”

“I'm 20. We are the same age,”

“And,” Mai cut in. “I'm 21. I say you eat and get yourself freshened up. We are having a roommates day out,”

“What happened to my childhood friend,” you sulked.

“She has gone nowhere, I have always been your mother,” Mai chided. “Now eat, you actually look like a zombie,”

❀12:15PM, HALF MOON CAFE

“So, young child of mine,” Kimi started, placing the group’s order down. “Why have you been coughing up a storm, and why are there bloody flowers everywhere? You only mumbled something about them, and I want to know why!”

The three of them were in a small cafe they frequented often, mainly due to your part-time job there.

“Still can’t believe you guys got me here on my day off,” you sighed, playing with your drink. “It’s nothing. I already went to a doctor, she said it was ‘Hanahaki’ or something,”

“Hana as–”

“Yes hana as in 花, as in flower. Why did you both ask the same question?”

“I needed clarification,” Kimi shrugged. “But like, what’s the haki part? Like what even is hanahaki?”

“The haki is 吐く, like to vomit,”

“It’s a disease where flowers grow in your- in your lungs?!” Mai read from his phone, head whipping to you. “And you could die?”

“Not so loud– lord why did we go here,”

“I’m sorry– you’re upset I’m being loud? You could die, do not tell me to be quiet?”

You sighed, “Look, this is why I didn’t want to tell anyone! They get all dramatic, it’s not a big deal. It’s due to unrequited love, so all I have to do is unfall in love.”

“Uh, speaking as the person who’s in a committed relationship,” Kimi injected. “Impossibly hard. Like, I’m talking insanely hard. I mean–”

“We get it,” Mai said, cupping her face. “Look, it even took me a while to get over my first ex, and he stalked me! I’m with Kimi, there are easier ways to do this.”

“Except there’s not! It's either I unfall in love, confess, or get surgery! And, mind you, that surgery will remove all my memories of said person and remove all my feelings. It’s not like I can do that. I can’t lose someone I’m in love with– and I can’t lose my feelings! How am I supposed to live without being happy, or sad, or–”

“Then confess! They’ll reciprocate them, I’m sure.” Mai held your hands. “Please, I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you, you’re too important to us.”

“I am not confessing–”

“Confessing?” A voice cut in, Wonwoo. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Wonwoo! No, no! I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve–”

“Been busy.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, if this was over some guy, you could've told me. I would've gotten it and backed off,”

You stood up. “It is not! Look, we went over schedules– we were both booked! You cannot say I have been ignoring you,”

“Does that mean you can’t answer my texts? Or calls?” He argued, walking away from you and out of the cafe.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t do the same to me. How come you’re acting like I’m doing it on purpose!” You followed.

“I haven’t ghosted you, never for days on end!”

“Oh sure,” You stopped and rolled your eyes. “I’m not arguing about this, not in public,”

“Oh so you’re running away, like always?” Wonwoo turnt around. “Like you always do when something happens, like the coward you are?”

Your eyes watered as you stumbled back like you were struck. “Fine! Yes, I’m running away, just like you said! Just like I always have, according to you, but don’t you dare try to come talk to me.”

❀DAY 13, FRIDAY 7:37PM, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL’S APARTMENT

You and Kimi walked into Seungcheol’s party, being eagerly greeted by Kim Mingyu.

He cheered both of your names. “Let me get you drinks, come in! I’m not allowed to help you with your coats, Cheol is worried about me breaking something again.”

Laughing, Kimi pat him on the arm. “It’s fine! I’m here to be sober, drunk watch and all that,”

“Mai forced her to be my babysitter,” You sulked. “Like I’m gonna get drunk off my ass or something…”

Mingyu and Kimi gave each other a knowing look. Like you hadn't been upset since the fight. Kimi pushed you further into the house, hearing the chatter of the others. Mai and Kimi figured it was best to get you to talk to someone, and what better way than to get her drunk with friends?

❀11:34PM

Bad idea. Mai and Kimi both forgot one important thing about a drunk you. You were an emotional drunk. Meaning, right now? You were sobbing your ass off, drunk, over Wonwoo.

Kimi could barely understand you because you were muffled by–

“Fuck,” Kimi muttered, launching herself towards you. “Spit them out, I fucking mean it you drunk fuck. Spit. Them. Out.”

You listened. Saliva and blood covered petals fell into Kimi’s hand. You fell into Kimi’s arms, still sobbing.

“He hates me Kimi! He does. He hasn't talked to me in 3 days! The longest we’ve gone is probably around a couple hours! Never this long,”

Kimi sighed, petting your hair. It pained them all to see her like this.

“He doesn't hate you, yknow,” Mingyu said, also patting you on the back. “He’s just upset right now. He’s probably also crying right now,”

“I don't want him crying over me!” You sobbed even harder.

Seungkwan hit Mingyu away, clicking his tongue. “Ignore him, Mingyu’s dumb. We know this. Wonwoo’s upset, but he’s not crying. He's probably thinking about what happened and trying to figure out how to apologize to you,”

“But he doesn't have to apologize, I was the one being a bitch!”

“All of you leave her alone,” Jeonghan swatted everyone besides Kimi. “Sweetheart, honey, drink this,”

He handed you a cup of water, urging you to drink. You tried to drink it, but instead a full flower came out of her mouth.

“FUCK,” Kimi shouted. “Fuck fuck- where’s their phone? Hurry one of you, give it to me!”

Kimi dialed your doctor, explaining that you had actually coughed up a flower. “C’mon hun, c’mon. Get up, we have to visit someone,”

“What's happening?” Mingyu questioned. “Kimi– what was that? Why did a flower come out of their mouth? Kimi?”

“Don't, don't worry. Just call Mai for me, tell her we're at the hospital. She’ll know why,” Kimi explained. “Sorry to bring the mood down,”

“Don't be. Now go, go! It seems urgent,” Cheol pushed the two of you out of the apartment.

❀11:48PM, SEOUL HOSPITAL

Your doctor sighed, closing the door behind her and facing Kimi and Mai. “I’m to assume you two are their roommates, meaning they told one of you at least a little?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Kimi fidgeted. “She told me a little, just like, uh she was coughing flowers cuz of something called hanahaki? Uhm.. and that it was a disease caused by–”

“Unrequited love, yes. However, that’s not something we’re entirely sure about,”

“What do you mean, not entirely sure about? Did you tell her something incorrect about a disease that could kill her!?” Mai shouted.

“Yes and no,” Doctor Kim sighed. “Look, ladies, hanahaki is rare– we’re not sure about everything. But, there's a theory, that I have personally searched into, that it’s not unrequited love. More like, insecurity in the afflicted. The flowers, do you know what they are and what they mean?”

“Oh! Uhm, I think I remember our friend saying they were bittersweet? And that they meant truth? Truthfulness?”

“Then, there. They likely need to tell the truth, if the theory holds up. Either way though, one of you should get whoever they’re crushing, or in love with, here as soon as you can. I will make an exception for you three, and only you three, to be here after hours if they have not gained consciousness. The other should stay with them. I don't want any surprises,”

❀11:57PM

“Where are they!?” Wonwoo bursted into the hospital lobby.

Ignoring the onlooking staff, he went straight towards Mai.

“Mai, you cannot call me, say my best friend is in the hospital, and then not give me context,” he said, holding the dead tired girl by the shoulders.

“You hung up on me right after I said they were here! I’m not calling you back and getting you into an accident– we do not need that! Now, come. I'll bring you to them, your job is to get them to actually tell you the truth. I don't care what it takes, they have to.”

Leading the barely taller man, Mai opened the door to your hospital room. Pulling Kimi out, Mai quickly pat you on the head with a quiet, “Confess,”

“Wonu?” You croaked.

“Hey,” He sat on the edge of her bed. “What happened? Why are you here– why have you been avoiding me? I thought we told each other everything,”

He looks heartbroken, you thought, heart clenching at it. “It- it wasn't your fault, Wonu. I just- if I told you, I’d lose you. I can’t do that,”

“But you're here, in a hospital. Mai said you could die. Why do you think I can live without you?”

“I-”

“Please. You’re my best friend, I can’t lose you,”

Bursting into tears, you sobbed. “Exactly! I’m your best friend, that's all I’ll ever be! Wonwoo, have you ever thought I wanted to be more than friends with you?”

“Wh–”

“It’s you, it has always been you! I just had a shitty way of finding out, and now I’m dying! I don't want to die. I want to live out my life with you, and Mai, and Kimi, and and just– everyone! But if I get the surgery I lose my best friend– the love of my life! It's either I lose you by confessing, or I lose you by forgetting you, or I lose everyone by dying! I don't want this–”

“Hey, hey,” Wonwoo wiped the tears from your face. “Who said you’d ever lose me? Remember, I will always be here for you. Always. Besides, I’ve loved you ‘since forever’. You have nothing to fear,”

Your eyes overflowed with tears, and your mouth, flowers. Calling a doctor, Wonwoo was quickly kicked from the room. Worried, he quickly walked to the lobby.

“Wonwoo!” Kimi exclaimed, bouncing anxiously towards him. “Where- where are they? Why are you out here?”

“Well, I got kicked out. We confessed but then they started coughing again and–”

“You finally confessed? Like, for real none of that ‘I love you, as a friend’ bullshit?”

“Yes– why is that what you're focusing on? They started coughing flowers again, Kimi,”

“I know, I know, but I’ve been waiting for this since I met you two. That was our first year of high school!”

“Stop fighting you two,” Mai butt in. “What happened? Why are you out here?”

❀DAY 14, SATURDAY 12:21AM

After explaining everything, the three of them went to hunt Doctor Kim down. Meaning, they were waiting outside of your room.

Walking out of your room, Doctor Kim turnt around and jumped. “Oh, you three scared me. Sorry, sorry. I should’ve told you to go home. But, they're fine. They’re resting now, you can visit when the hospital opens up again and you can see them then,”

“We can’t leave her!” Kimi whisper shouted, still aware of the fact that you were likely sleeping.

“No, you can’t but you will. I understand you’re scared about them, but they’ll be fine. They’ll have to stay here for another few days, but it’s just so we can monitor them. You can visit, but only during visiting hours. Now shoo, you are college students here on a Saturday,”

❀1:19PM, YOUR HOSPITAL ROOM

Wonwoo walked into the room, with a bouquet of aster flowers. Chuckling Wonwoo put them on the bedside table.

“Sorry, I know it’s a little soon,” Wonwoo sat. “but I asked your friend, um, Sayu? She said you thought they were pretty, the flowers, that is. Aster, she called them.”

You laughed softly. “It’s ok Wonu, they’re lovely. I love them, thank you,”

He smiled. “I’m glad. I know we only just established everything but I want to ask, can I be your boyfriend?”

You laughed, and Wonwoo pouted at that. “Sorry, sorry I’m not laughing at you. Never at you. Yes, of course you can be my boyfriend. Why’d I ever say no, I don’t know.”

THE END<3

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pupmini · 5 months

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First Date (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PT 1!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort.

general warnings: barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~5.2k

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, frist meets.

author's note: I have literally never written fanfiction before BUT I wrote this for my best friend, Baylee!! So anyway, I am so terribly sorry if this is bad! Please comment any errors/thoughts about the work!

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The blaring alarm pierced through the veil of your dreams, a relentless assault on the peace that only moments ago had surrounded you. Groggily, you fumbled on the nightstand for the offending device, your hand clumsily slapping at the snooze button in a desperate attempt to silence the intrusion before your hand slips and it falls off your night stand, alarm still blaring.

“God damn it…” You curse under your breath as a resentful sigh leaves your lips. Reluctantly, you threw off the warmth of the covers and reached for your phone, the bright screen reading 4:30AM. Your body was protesting the untimely disturbance as the coldness in the air replaced the coziness of your bed. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow through the curtains, felt like a sanctuary you were being forcibly expelled from. The cool floor beneath your feet served as a stark reminder that the inviting embrace of your bed was now just a fading memory.

As you stood there, the harsh reality of the impending workday began to settle in. The day ahead loomed like an insurmountable mountain, and as much as you didn’t want to go make coffee for stuck up business men and housewives with too much time on their hands, you promised to open the shop this morning and you were absolutely kicking yourself for it.

Dragging yourself toward the bathroom, you squinted against the bright light, your reflection in the mirror a testament to the reluctant and incredibly rude awakening. With each passing minute, the realization that the sanctuary of sleep was slipping away. The only thing keeping you moving was knowing you got to have a free cup of coffee as soon as you got there.

The clock ticks, the seconds slipping away, and with each passing moment, the inevitable draws nearer. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating the merits of calling in sick, but reality nudges you with a firm reminder of bills and responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, you brush your teeth and hair as you attempt to blink away the grogginess in your eyes. The morning routine is a series of half-hearted motions. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror wears the exhaustion of someone who'd rather be doing anything but going to work.

The uniform feels like a straitjacket, but you squeeze into it, donning the required apron with a resignation that accompanies the mundane. As you lace up your shoes, you can almost hear the distant and antagonistic laughter of those still wrapped in the warm embrace of their dreams.

The walk to work is a slow march, the chilly air of Seoul biting at your skin. The vibrant sunrise paints the sky, a cruel juxtaposition to your muted mood. The comforting scent of freshly ground coffee wafts from the shop, a mixed blessing as it both heralds the start of another day and wraps you in the familiar embrace of your workplace as you tuck yourself behind the counter swiftly.

The clock on the wall ticks accusingly as you rush through the door, a whirlwind of apologies already forming on your lips. Your boss, Changbin, glances up from behind the counter, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Late again, huh?" he teases, the playful lilt in his voice betraying the mock severity of his expression.

You roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath. "Traffic was ridiculous, Changbin. I swear, the universe conspires against my punctuality."

Changbin leans against the counter, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. "The universe, huh? Must be a powerful force to reckon with."

You shoot him a playful glare, knowing you're caught in the act of making excuses. "Well, you know, the universe has its ways."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, Miss Universe, we'll let it slide this time. But don't make it a habit. The coffee shop can't run on fashionable tardiness alone."

You feign offense, placing a hand over your heart. "Fashionable tardiness is an art form, Changbin. A rare talent that only a select few possess."

He laughs, the tension dissipating like steam from a freshly brewed cup. "Well, I suppose we're lucky to have such a talented individual on our team,” He says with a sarcastic grin. “Now, go work your magic behind the counter before the suburban moms revolt.”

You give him a mock salute, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Consider it done, Captain Changbin. The coffee revolution will have to wait for another day."

Customers trickle in, their orders becoming a monotonous hum. With each espresso shot pulled, you feel a little more awake, a little more alive. The routine becomes a rhythm, a dance with the coffee machines. And as you hand over that first latte of the day, you realize that despite the initial reluctance for starting the day, there's a certain satisfaction in being part of the daily grind. And to which, you let out a small laugh at your own pun and shake your head before glancing back up to be met with the next customer.

At first glance, you were greeted with chocolatey brown eyes that crinkled a little as he smiled at you politely. He looked friendly, giving you a small bow of the head, “Hey, how are you?”

He’s australian… bonus points in addition to his looks.

“I’m well, thanks for asking,” You say, returning the head nod to him, “what can I get for you?” You smile, tucking a marker behind your ear as you ready yourself at the register for his order.

“Ah… can I just get that last blueberry muffin?” He asked, pointing into the display case below the register before putting his hands in his pockets.

“Anything to drink with that?” You say as you slide open the glass pane and pick up the muffin with some tongs, gently sliding it into a brown paper bag and setting it on the counter.

“I’m not huge on coffee or tea, so…” He laughs slightly, his head dropping to his chest in slight embarrassment as he meets your gaze again.

“We have some lemonade refreshers if you want? They’re low on caffeine but still wake you up a bit--” You say, picking up a cup and slipping the marker out from your ear.

“Sure, why not,” the man smiles at you, his eyes flicking between you and the cup in your hands.

“Cool, and your name?” You ask with a smile, as you bite down on the lid to the marker, pulling it off to write on the glass for the baristas to know what to make and who it’s for.

“Bang Chan--” He starts, stopping himself and then pulling a hand out of his pocket to wave a dismissal at you, “--but Chan is fine,” He says as he watches you scribble across the glass.

So his name is Chan. You look across his features again, keeping the observations brief. Your eyes squint with your smile, Chan suited him so well, you thought, gently putting the parker lid back on before tapping away at the screen.

You read him his total aloud and he pays for his drink, he thanks you again before moving on to take a seat at the back of the cafe. You watch him take a seat and glance at you from time to time as you keep working.

The steam wand hisses to life as you expertly froth milk for a latte, your wrist tilting the pitcher with a finesse that comes from countless repetitions. The espresso machine purrs, a reliable companion in the creation of the morning elixir. As you pull shots of espresso, the deep, earthy fragrance fills the air, a testament to the craftsmanship embedded in each cup.

A regular approaches, and you already know their order – a double shot of espresso with just a hint of foam. You exchange a friendly nod, your hands working in a fluid motion to fulfill their daily ritual. The clatter of coins in the tip jar is a satisfying punctuation to the routine.

You glance at the clock, realizing your shift is winding down. With the lingering scent of coffee beans in the air, you start the familiar routine of cleaning up your station, wiping down the counters with practiced efficiency.

Changbin sidles up to you, a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. "Working hard or hardly working, huh?" He quips, a smile on his lips.

You play along, feigning a look of innocence. "Oh, you caught me. I was just practicing my world-famous coffee artistry in my daydreams."

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against the counter, "I hope those daydreams involve latte hearts and not forgetting to restock the sugar packets."

You give him an exaggerated gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "Restocking? You mean we can't just survive on the sheer charm of our baristas?"

Changbin grins, shaking his head. "As much as I'd love to believe that, I think our customers prefer their coffee with a side of sugar and not just sweetness from the staff."

You both share a laugh, the friendship you both built through countless cups of coffee evident. As you finish the last few tasks, Changbin glances at the clock. "Alright, time to clock out. Any big plans for the rest of your day?"

You give a playful shrug, "Maybe a daring rendezvous with my couch and a good book. The glamorous life, you know."

He nods in mock approval, "Sounds thrilling. Don't party too hard, now."

With a wink and a wave, you make your way to the time clock. As you punch out, the banter lingers behind as Changbin starts bickering with another coworker of yours. You let out a sigh of relief as you take your jacket off the hook and slip out from behind the counter, you glance to the back of the cafe once more, seeing Chan hadn’t moved from his seat.

You let out a huff of amusement through your nose as you watch him nod his head to the music in his headphones, mindlessly folding the receipt you’d given him into a tiny little triangle. His finger held it up by one point while the other point was against the table, his eyes fixated on the little paper football as he readied his other hand to flick it before choosing not to and letting it fall to the table with a limp.

Without really thinking you plop down into the seat across from him, making two ‘L’ shapes with your hands for a field goal. Chan’s eyes look up at you over his cup, furrowing his brows at you as he looks between your eyes and your hands. You nod your head to the paper football, letting a small smile creep across your face.

“Did you make the football just to make it, or did I sit down for nothing?” You say with a laugh as you lift your hands up and shake the field goal you made with your fingers.

As you take a seat, he motions to the small paper football on the table, "So, what's your experience level? Beginner, intermediate, or paper football prodigy?"

You chuckle, appreciating his easy going nature, "Let's go with intermediate. I've had my fair share of competitive matches in my day."

He raises an eyebrow, feigning skepticism, "Oh, we've got a pro here. Well, prepare to face the champion."

Chan holds the triangle up with his forefinger as he lines up his shot, slouching in his chair as he squeezes his left eye shut. He flicks it and it goes between your fingers, “told you,” He says as he sits back up with a smug look on his face while you reach down to your lap and pick up the football.

“Hey-- I never doubted you, I just said I’ve had my fair share of matches,” You let out a laugh as you ready for your turn to flick it across the table.

You send it flying, over-shooting the goal and Chan letting out a small chuckle as he picks up the paper, “So do I get to know my opponent’s name anytime soon?” He says as he flicks it towards you, his eyes flicking up at you from your hands as you pick up the little paper.

“Y/N,” You say as you sink down into your chair to line up your shot, your tongue sticking out as you focus and send it flying through his hands. You glance up at him as he picks up the paper, “So are you like-- a part of a famous paper football league that I’ve not heard of?”

Chan lets out a small laugh at your question, and you watch his eyes crinkle on the outside as his smile meets his eyes, “If there was a league, I’d be famous by now and you would have had to ask me for my name at the register,” he says with a playful head nod as he continues to flick the paper back and forth between the two of you, “But unfortunately there’s not, so I make music.”

"You make music?" you ask with a teasing glint in your eyes, "I thought you were auditioning for NSYNC with that outfit."

He looks down at himself, an amused expression playing on his face. "What's wrong with my outfit? I thought it was a fashion statement."

You lean in, pretending to inspect his ensemble with exaggerated seriousness, "Well, if the statement is 'I'm bringing back the '90s,' then mission accomplished,” you bring your hands up to make air quotes with your fingers when you say that.

Chan laughs, taking the ribbing in stride. "Hey, the '90s had some iconic fashion. I'm just paying homage."

You join in the laughter, your teasing tone softening into a genuine smile. "Fair enough. I suppose every musician needs their signature look. Just don't start wearing bucket hats and frosted tips, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow, pretending to consider the suggestion. "Bucket hats and frosted tips, you say? I'll keep that in mind for my next music video."

You let out a laugh and purposefully flick the paper towards Chan’s face, “Music is probably my favorite thing in the world,” snicker as Chan flinches at the impact, “I use it as a way to--”

“Escape?” Chan finishes your sentence for you, leaning on the table with his arms folded. You let out a huff of hair as you nod your head. It was nice to meet someone who finally had the same love for music that you did. Chan’s eyes seem to sparkle as he tells you about his work, his studio, and how music was always his first love.

Chan leans back, a contemplative expression on his face, "It's funny how a few chords and lyrics can transport you to another state of mind. Sometimes, it's the only place I want to be."

You giggle, feeling the resonance of his words. "True. I've had moments where a song becomes my soundtrack, turning mundane tasks into cinematic experiences. It's like my own personal movie scene."

He grins, "Exactly! It's like we have this secret realm that only opens up when the right notes play. A place where emotions are raw, and the world makes a different kind of sense."

The playful banter weaves through the conversation and as you sit across from Chan, the conversation flowing effortlessly, your attention is momentarily captivated by his smile. It's not just any smile; it's the kind that carries a warmth, a genuine invitation into the joy he finds in the moment. There’s literally nothing you’ve ever seen like his smile.

His grin, genuine and infectious, pulls at the edges of your own lips. You find yourself captivated by the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, as if every smile carries a collection of untold stories. In that moment, the cafe noise fades into a distant hum, the world seems to slow down, and your chest flutters each time you make him laugh.

There's something comforting about the way he smiles. It's not just a reaction; it's a genuine reflection of joy. It's as if, in those moments, the weight of the world lightens, and everything becomes a little brighter.

You catch yourself drifting into the details—the subtle play of light and shadow on his features, the sincerity behind his eyes, and the way his smile seems to reach beyond the surface. It's like a piece of his soul is shared through that smile.

"So," you tease, "are you telling me you've never escaped reality with an air guitar solo in front of the mirror?"

Chan laughs, caught off guard by your comment. "Maybe once or twice. But hey, everyone needs a rockstar moment in their life."

The conversation flows effortlessly with Chan, his words creating a rhythmic dance in the air. You're engaged, hanging onto his every word, but as he pauses, a subtle shift in his expression catches your attention. The realization dawns as he quirks an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as his gaze lingers, and the realization hits like an unexpected wave. Oh no, did he catch me staring? Panic flutters in your chest as you fumble for words, desperately trying to salvage the moment.

In the midst of a particularly engaging anecdote, Chan pauses, a playful glint in his eye. "Am I telling the story that well, or is there something else catching your eye?"

Your heart skips a beat, and a flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. Caught off guard, you stammer out a response, "Oh, no, it's not that. I mean, yes, you're telling the story well. It's just... I wasn't staring, I swear."

He chuckles, a knowing smile on his lips. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm used to having an audience, but usually, it's for my music, not my storytelling."

You manage a sheepish grin, trying to play it off. "Well, consider it a compliment then. Your storytelling is so captivating; I couldn't help but get lost in it."

He raises an eyebrow, teasing. "Lost, huh? I must be doing something right, then."

As the conversation continues, you find yourself more conscious of where your gaze wanders. The playful embarrassment lingers, but Chan's easy going demeanor turns the moment into a shared laugh, a subtle connection that weaves its way into the ongoing banter. The embarrassment fades, replaced by a renewed focus on the stories being shared, and a newfound awareness of the charm that drew your attention in the first place.

“Y/N! Get out of here!” Chanbin yells with a short laugh as he taps his watch. You give him a thumbs up in acknowledgement as you turn to look at him, and you see a little flicker of concern in his eyes as he watches you and Chan.

The cafe's closing announcement echoes through the air, signaling the end of another day. You exchange a lingering smile with Chan as the realization settles that your time together is coming to a close.

"Well, looks like it's time to call it a day," you say, a tinge of reluctance in your voice.

Chan nods, the warmth of the moment still lingering in his eyes. "Yeah, it was great talking to you. Thanks for making the end of my day so enjoyable."

A genuine smile plays on your lips. "Likewise. And hey, I'm here again tomorrow. Same time. Same coffee-scented universe. You should swing by."

He grins, seemingly pleased by the invitation. "Sounds like a plan. I'll make sure to drop by and keep you company. Thanks for the offer."

As you both gather your belongings, the atmosphere is a blend of contentment and anticipation. The cafe, now dimming its lights, feels like a sanctuary of shared moments. "Until tomorrow then," you say, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

"Tomorrow it is," Chan replies, giving a small salute. "Looking forward to it."

The door chimes as you step into the night, leaving behind the familiar hum of the cafe. The promise of tomorrow hangs in the air, and as you part ways with Chan, there's a sense of anticipation, a shared acknowledgment that some connections are worth revisiting.

As you make your way to the train station, the echoes of your conversation with Chan reverberate in your mind. The city lights paint a vibrant backdrop against the darkening sky, but it's the glow of excitement within that captivates you.

Wow, that was unexpected, you think, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The coffee shop encounter, the easy banter, and Chan's infectious laughter had turned an ordinary evening into something extraordinary.

Did he really bring up air guitar solos and '90s fashion? A giggle escapes you at the memory as the wind whips through your jeans, the playful banter creating a warmth that feels like a secret treasure nestled within.

As you board the train, you find yourself replaying snippets of the conversation. His stories, his laughter—it's like there's this magnetic energy, you muse, feeling the flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

When he caught you staring, there was a spark in his eyes, a playful recognition that left you blushing. The realization makes you smile even more, and you lean against the window, lost in thought. The anticipation of seeing him again adding an extra beat to your heart. There's something about him—something that made you excited again.

The train rumbles along the tracks, and you feel a mix of contentment and exhilaration. The cityscape passes by as you repeatedly flip the paper football in your hands, but it's the mental snapshots of the evening that dominate your thoughts—the shared laughter, the playful teasing, and the promise of another day filled with connection.

As you step off the train and navigate through the familiar streets toward home, you can't shake off the feeling of warmth that Chan left behind. The city may be bustling around you, but in this moment, it's the quiet thrill of unexpected connection that accompanies you on the journey home, turning a routine commute into a canvas painted with the hues of excitement and possibility.

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Chan's footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor of his recording studio as he returned after a refreshing encounter with Y/N at the coffee shop. The rhythmic hum of the city seemed to follow him, blending with the distant sounds of music seeping from the studio rooms.

As he approached his designated space, the door creaked open to reveal the dimly lit room, adorned with soundproof panels and a myriad of instruments. The glow from the computer screen cast an ethereal hue across the room. In the corner, Jisung, his friend and fellow musician, hunched over a keyboard, engrossed in a melody that seemed to float in the air.

Chan couldn't help but grin, the residual warmth from his interaction with YN still lingering. "Hey, Jisung," he called out, his voice breaking the concentrated atmosphere.

Jisung turned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, look who's back from his coffee shop adventure. Find any inspiration in that cafe?"

Chan chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Not exactly, but I did have a pretty interesting conversation. You know, the usual stuff – air guitar solos, '90s fashion, and all."

Jisung raised an eyebrow, intrigued as he slips off his headphones and rolls his chair away from the computer. "Sounds like you had quite the day, who was she?"

As Chan settled into his chair, he began recounting the conversation, the banter, and the unexpected warmth he'd felt as he talked with Y/N. Jisung listened intently, the music fading into the background as the tale unfolded.

"You won't believe it, Jisung," Chan began, a lightness in his voice as he recalled the details. "She has this face, you know? Not just pretty, but there's something about her eyes – they light up when she talks about things she's passionate about."

Jisung leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds like you're smitten, my friend."

Chan chuckled, the truth behind the jest evident. "Maybe a little. But it's more than that. Her voice, man, it's like a melody. And her laugh? It's infectious. I couldn't help but get caught up thinking about how beautiful she’d sound if she’d sing."

Jisung, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you've just stepped out of a romance novel. Are you sure this isn't just a caffeine-induced illusion?"

Chan shook his head, his earnestness shining through, "I don't drink caffeine-- you know that,” Chan says as he slouches in the office chair, “I'm telling you, there's something special about her. We talked about music, life, everything. It's like we were in our own little world, just sharing stories. I felt... seen, you know? It's been a while since I felt that way."

Jisung's expression softened, realizing the sincerity in Chan's words. "So, what's the plan? Are you seeing her again?"

Chan nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, we're meeting up tomorrow. And honestly, I can't wait. It's like I stumbled upon something unexpected, but in the best possible way."

As the two friends continued to chat, the studio filled with the echoes of Chan's genuine excitement. In that moment, it became clear that Y/N had become more than just a chance encounter – she was a melody that had found its way into the soundtrack of Chan's life, bringing with her the promise of something beautiful and unforeseen.

"You know," Jisung mused, "sometimes the best inspirations come from the most unexpected places. Maybe that coffee shop is your new muse."

Chan nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Maybe it is…” Chan trailed off, spinning his chair to face the recording studio as he sighed at the thought of seeing Y/N tomorrow. “But enough about me. What've you been working on?"

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The piercing sound of the alarm clock abruptly interrupts the peaceful silence of your room, signaling the start of another day. Groaning, you reluctantly open your eyes and glance at the clock – 4:30 AM. The world outside your window is still cloaked in darkness.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle across the room to silence the persistent alarm. The cold floor beneath your feet serves as a rude awakening, but there's no time to linger. Yawning, you stumble your way to the bathroom, where the harsh fluorescent light reveals your reflection – messy hair and half-closed eyes.

The water in the shower provides a jolting wake-up call, and as the warm cascade invigorates your senses, you mentally prepare for the day ahead. With a sense of determination, you speed through your morning routine, dressing in the dim light of dawn.

The kitchen is a symphony of clinking dishes and the aroma of brewing coffee. You hastily prepare a simple breakfast, mindful of the ticking clock. Toast in hand, you grab your bag and keys, casting one last glance around your apartment before locking the door behind you.

You hold your keys in your mouth as you quickly slip on your winter coat, zipping it up to keep you warm from the city’s bone chilling wind. When you step outside, you stuff your hands in your pockets and feel an oddly shaped object. You pull it out to find a paper football tucked away in your coat… weird. You shake your head in dismissal as you start to jog to the train.

The city is still hushed as you make your way to the train station. The empty streets echo with the soft patter of your shoes against the pavement. The station is a ghostly quiet, and you board the train with a handful of early risers, all immersed in their own pre-dawn thoughts.

As the train starts its journey, you find a seat and settle in, a brief moment of respite before the bustling day unfolds. The rhythmic hum of the train lulls you into a contemplative state, but your peaceful interlude is short-lived. Glancing at your watch, a sense of panic washes over you – time is slipping away.

The train halts at your station, and you bolt out, maneuvering through the crowd with the grace of someone accustomed to the rush. The coffee shop awaits, its lights flickering in the distance. You quicken your pace, hoping to make it on time.

As you burst through the door, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans welcomes you. Your coworkers shoot you knowing glances – running on coffee shop time is practically a rite of passage.

The jingling of the doorbell announces your belated entrance to the bustling coffee shop. Changbin looks up from behind the counter with an amused smile playing on his lips. His eyes meet yours, and you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and playful embarrassment.

Changbin, leaning casually against the espresso machine, quips, "Late again, Y/N? You're pushing the boundaries of 'fashionably late' here."

You shoot him a sheepish grin, trying to catch your breath as you put your stuff down and quickly punch in. "Well, you know me, always making a grand entrance. Adds a bit of excitement to the place, doesn't it?"

Changbin chuckles, a warm and understanding tone in his voice. "Excitement, or chaos? Either way, you keep us on our toes. Now, apron up and let's get you into the rhythm of the morning grind."

As you hastily tie your apron, Changbin hands you a not-so-subtle wink. "Next time, aim for early. It's a wild concept, I know, but give it a try."

You playfully roll your eyes, retorting, "Where's the fun in that? Besides, the best stories always start with a dramatic entrance."

Changbin laughs, shaking his head, "You're something else, Y/N. Just make sure the drama doesn't involve spilled coffee or broken mugs, alright?"

With a mock salute, you assure him, "No promises, boss. But I'll do my best to keep it entertaining without any casualties."

The banter continues as you dive into the morning rush, the camaraderie with Changbin adding a touch of levity to the fast-paced coffee shop routine. Despite the teasing, there's an unspoken understanding that your energetic spirit is an integral part of the caffeinated symphony that defines the heartbeat of the place.

As you deftly navigate the morning rush at the coffee shop, a handsome stranger with a disarming smile strides toward the counter, confidently locking eyes with you. Your customer service instincts kick in as he approaches.

You smile politely as you hop in front of the register as he approaches, “Hey, welcome in!” You noticed how his smile reached his eyes and caused them to crinkle, and how his hair fell over his forehead and rested right above his eyebrows. He’s cute.

“Hey, Y/N,” He says with a grin as he playfully taps his fingers on the counter between the two of you.

You furrow your brow, racking your brain for any recollection of this charming stranger. Flashes of the previous day's faces and orders blur together, but his presence eludes you.

“Sorry… have we met?”

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Author's Note: I APOLOGIZE FOR HURTING Y'ALL BUT PLEASE STAY TUNED I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!! T-T <3

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jikjinz · 9 months

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[YOU GOT ME STARIN' LIKE A FOOL!]

requested? yes, for anon! 5, 18, 22 with Dobby pls 😽💕

❝stop staring.❞ ❝i can't, you're so pretty like this❞ ❝i can't help it, darling. i just want you so bad❞ ❝i will make you feel so good angel, trust me❞

from this list !

TAGS/WARNINGS: k.doyoung x fem!reader; kinda dom!reader and kinda sub!doyoung; tying up (doyoung), praise, attempts at dirty talk ig, edging??? grinding, mention of lingerie, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap yo willy or get ready to be stomped on), lmk if something should be added

891 words yall better be ready

a/n: the fact i wrote this in like an hour with few smol breaks only shows how down bad i am for this fool, especially after t5 and move mv. also if there are mistakes yall just pretend that they don't exist. it's liek 1:30am, instead of exist i almost typed axist and i really couldn't have cared less about anything rn. peace out

the view before you was breathtaking. you could stare at it for hours. unfortunately, the main character of the beautiful view was extremely impatient, wiggling and squirming under your stare, too flustered to say anything.

“stop staring!”

“i can’t! you’re so pretty like this.”

doyoung only whimpered at your words, his breath stuck in his throat when you got closer to the bed. dear heavens, he wanted to touch so much.

yes, it was his idea. it was his own mind that came up with such torture for him. wanting to try something new, doyoung suggested tying his hands to the headboard of the bed. it wasn’t the first time you took control over the situation, though it was the first time you could take your time with him, tease him, and enjoy the prettiest view you ever seen.

doyoung liked to be in control, or more like, liked to feel your body, your reactions, in general feeling you. sometimes it was hard for him to believe someone so precious loved him back. the thought of you, being in love with him, always made him go a bit dumb. and the fact that you were real, that you were under him, naked, in his bed just seemed like a fever dream. yet it was all real.

until now, where he could only look at your beautiful body, wrapped up in a cute lingerie, without the ability to touch your skin, to feel the weight of your body in his hands. but the mere sight of your heart eyes stuck on him, your mouth practically salivating at the sight of his naked body, and the way you pressed your thighs together at the slightest whimper he made… it all made him even more dumb.

“you look so- scrumptious right now.”

to say you were in awe would be a major understatement. you could stare at him like that for hours, he was just so- ugh! beautiful, gorgeous, stunning! and all of it only for you! and if you weren’t so needy for him, you probably would just stare at him for a whole day if not more.

sitting on the edge of the bed, you ran your hand through his messy hair, then cupping his face as you placed a loving kiss on his lips. his doe eyes, stuck on you and on you only, looked at you with that dreamy stare, the one you loved to see and the one playing with your heart, pride, and feelings.

“i love you, so- so much,” you started, caressing his biceps lightly as you finally straddled him, your ass so close his length it made him gasp for a sec. “and i want you so, so, so- much as well.”

doyoung was about to lose his mind. he wanted to scream, to break out, to finally fuck you properly, but shit, this stuff you did was addicting. he loved that, but if he had to wait even more, he would go crazy.

“doyoung, you are so impatient!” with a chuckle, you tapped his chest with your fingers as some kind of warning. though in reality, you were about to go insane any minute as well.

“i- i can’t help it, darling. i just- i just want you so bad- ah!”

you were a menace. a big one. doyoung was about to get off only by grinding your plushy ass, and yet you destroyed that!!! as you got up from him, doyoung whined, tears slowly forming in his eyes but when he noticed how hastily you’re taking off the lingerie (thankfully it didn’t have fancy clips), he smiled so brightly, like a sun after rain, reflecting in the puddles and wet leaves.

“i’ll make you feel so good, angel, trust me, but please, please, pleasepleaseplease just-”

the groan he let out at the end of the sentence was so hot your brain malfunctioned. and the fact that you were the cause of this heavenly sound got your mind run laps. so big laps that your pussy clenched around his length on its own, while your mind spiraled down and replayed that beautiful sound.

“fuck- angel you’re so- fuck, fuck! ah, shit-” that was all doyoung could say. his mind fogged with overwhelming pleasure, sudden yet so comforting tightness of your gummy walls had him choke on his words, moans, groans and the most beautiful sounds you ever heard.

you babbled nonsense, as your focus went only to the way his dick felt inside you. bucking your hips, bouncing up and down, it all was so… much.

“doyoung-! doyoung, i’m close, ah- fuck!” you were on fire but something was missing. somehow, the flame missed its match, which in this case was doyoung’s touch and his hand all over your body. as you hips met his half-way, your wobbly and slowly weakening hands clumsily managed to untie his.

the moment he touched you, the moment he touched your heated body, it was over you. as you screamed, moaned, and gushed over his length, doyoung only held you closer. as you chased after the last bits of that blissful moment, his lips managed to clasp with yours, ready to swallow every moan and whimper you made while he made sure to paint and mark your insides with his seed.

“we have to do this more often, darling.”

#fics: treasure #fics: doyoung #treasure doyoung #treasure #treasure smut #doyoung treasure #yg treasure #treasure kpop #kim doyoung #doyoung

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loud-sturniolos · 2 months

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“Tired?”

Nick Sturniolo x male reader

Summary: Y/N is Nicks boyfriend, he is staying the night at Nicks and in the middle of the newest episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race he looks over to find Nick fast asleep.

Warnings: Fluff, cliché, very short, established relationship, not proofread, idk what else

A/N: I wrote this whilst watching Wreck It Ralph😘, also I kind of want to do a taglist because I write a lot of just random stuff, but I’m also too awkward to ask if anybody wants to be on it😭

Also I’m tryna make these look like other fics on Tumbr, and idk if it’s working

1:27AM

Y/N sat up slightly, a yawn escaping his soft lips as he leaned his head against the headboard of his boyfriend, Nicks, bed. The boy turns his head, looking for the TV remote to put on the next episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race, only to be greeted with Nicolas fast asleep next to him, his lips slightly parted, eyes closed peacefully, the TV remote snuggled into his chest.

Y/N leaned over and gently grabbed one of Nicks arms, slowly turning the sleeping boy onto his back. One of Nicks eyes open slightly, “mm? What do you want.?” “Tired?” Nick let out a soft hum of agreement, an amused smirk spreads across Y/Ns lips. “Cmon, sleepyhead..” Y/N murmured softly, carefully manoeuvring the remote from Nicks hands and switching of the TV, then placing it onto the nightstand.

Nick sat up slightly, his boyfriends arms immediately engulfing him in a tight hug, “What time is it.?” “About 1:30AM, sweetheart. Lets get some sleep, yeah?” Y/N whispered softly, pulling Nick into his chest and kissing his head gently.

“Goodnight, love you.” He mumbled against Nicks head, only to find Nick already fast asleep. He scoffed and let out a soft chuckle, lying back down with Nick in his arms as he starts to fall asleep to his boyfriends soft breathing.

#loudsturniolos #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolos #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolo fic #sturniolo fanfic #Spotify

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zemkzone · 2 months

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I don't normally vent, but... TLDR: I was mugged in a city, a country, where I am a foreigner and the supposed friends who were helping me told another friend I was acting "entitled" to their help. It was heavily implied I had to APOLOGIZE to them. AITA or not AITA? I now have much bigger trust issues than I had last week.

Long version:

I've been living in the UK for almost 2 years, and I went down to London on Friday for a break from a stressful work-week. The first night went well, dinner and a show, and I fell asleep at a decent enough time to wake up early on Saturday for 9:30AM yoga with, for lack of a better term, friends of a friend. It was a relatively nice morning, so I decided to take one of the buses instead of schlepping my way down to the Tube (which I still call the subway most days coz, can you blame the proverbial Yankee visiting King Charles' Court?). I got off the bus in the City, what they call the business area in London as a whole, I have been made to understand. Google Maps told me it was an easy walk from the bus stop to the hotel where the yoga class was, but there were several alley/side road closures where the app wanted me to go. I was still on a nice, wide sidewalk, with few cars on the street and few people around me too. I paused at what felt like a safe intersection on that wide sidewalk, right by a modern glass building with CCTV hanging off it and CCTVs on the crosswalk traffic lights a few meters away. I was as far from the roadside as possible, and out of precautionary habit, I had my back turned to the road a little to protect the phone I had out in my hand. I was texting those sort-of friends that I was a few minutes out, and trying to get Google Maps to reroute me.

Suddenly, a black glove appeared in front of my face and my phone was snatched away by what looked like a man in an electric blue puffer hoodie, riding a bicycle on the sidewalk. I tried to chase him, but between the coffee I had to let go of and the duffle bag on my shoulder, it was hopeless. He disappeared around the corner I had been considering walking along myself, and I was left to ask for help from the four passersby at the crosswalk. Two of them happened to be a father and daughter (Brits, but also just visitors in London). The father wrote down my exact location and the time so I could report it to the police. When I said I had friends at a nearby hotel, he and his daughter helped me find my way to it. They didn't have to walk me in, but they did. "We'll wait here," he said at the top of an escalator, "and wait for you to give us a thumbs up if the receptionist has located your friends". The receptionist did, I signaled the two perfect strangers that all was well, and we waved goodbye as they headed off to continue their day.

What followed should have been an exercise in practicality. The boyfriend of one of those sort-of friends (let's call him M) and a hotel staffer helped me contact the police and cancel my debit card (which had been in my snatched cellphone's case). Two officers came to the hotel so I could give them my statement, etc. All the while, M sat with me, updating his girlfriend and the others who still continued on with their yoga session. The police asked me to take them to the spot where the crime occurred. M was still with me, and as we walked out of the hotel, his girlfriend (T) and more people than I expected (I'd only though I was meeting T and another friend I'll call W) came out to join us. I hadn't realized that a whole hour had passed since I'd arrived at the hotel. Their yoga session was over.

At that point, I was torn between (1) feeling marginally better because I had company who knew the city and (2) trying to keep it together in the face of everything that losing a smartphone in 2024 implies. After the police took down the added details at the incident site, T and co. asked me if I wanted to still go to brunch. I agreed since I needed to sit, was shaken, and, though I didn't feel it at the time, did need more than half a cup of coffee in my stomach. At the restaurant, I tried to stay in good spirits. Aside from T, M, and W, there were two people in the group I had never met before, and we were joined by yet another person. I managed to shovel down most of an avocado toast and an Irish coffee (I effing needed the boost). T and her friends had moved on from the usual "sorry that happened to you" and were playing catch up while I asked M where I could find my phone carrier and a place I could get a new phone. I'd come to the UK with the phone that had been snatched, and had only gotten a SIM-only plan with the carrier. I thought the practical thing, since I don't know how many more months/years I'd be in the UK, would be to buy a new phone, then have my carrier block the stolen phone's SIM and issue me a new one. M and I Google Mapped my options, added in my own hotel location so I could grab my passport on the way. I admitted that, considering everything, I (1) needed help getting navigating to those places from where we were and that (2) I didn't feel good enough to be alone just yet. We paid (I still thankfully have working credit cards) for our food and finally left the restaurant.

This is where, to my mind, the uncomfortable part started. Two of the extra 3 people (remember, I was only supposed to have been with T, W, and M, but they had a total of 3 other friends there too), and somehow what should have been a quick 20-30 minutes to get my passport from my hotel and then drop me off on the street with the phone and carrier store became 6 nerve-wracking hours with a too-large group. I said nothing when they started doing "for the gram" picture stops along the way. M went up to my hotel room with me when I got my passport. He took a photo of some passwords on my laptop that I might need when the phone or carrier store staff helped me with my phone. (In hindsight, we should have used pen and paper.) Then our group of 5 all went in what I assume was the direction of the two stores. W was navigating, and at that point, the streets were so crowded and I was getting very tense that I just trusted she knew what she was doing. In my mind, I kept replaying the mugging over and over, what I could have done differently, etc, etc. (I know what happened wasn't my fault, but at the time, I couldn't help it) and listing what I'd have to do first when I got the replacement phone and SIM. I didn't know T and co. well enough to tell them I was internally seeing red and trying not to spiral. Then, suddenly, we stopped walking... at a bubble tea place. I'd only vaguely heard what the group had been talking about as we walked along, since it seemed to be more Instagram/YOLO, etc stuff and no one was asking my input anyway. I smiled tightly and declined an offer for them to buy my bubble tea, opting to stand outside the store to work on staying calm. I didn't realize (hadn't been told) they wanted a break or anything, but I couldnt complain since I was literally dependent on them until I could get a new phone. We eventually got to the phone store, the last remaining extra person left, and I had to pay full price for a phone because as a foreigner I couldn't get on the monthly payment plans. T, M, and W, instead of just pointing me to the carrier store three shops down, came in with me and waited while I talked to the staff. At some point, W or T asked if I wanted coffee, and, while I thanked them for still being there, I declined the drink again. I thought they'd go off to a nearby café or something since I had paperwork, etc to fill. They and M never left. By the time I got the new SIM in the phone and the staff had advised me to go back to the store where I'd bought the phone to get help setting it up, M, T, and W were still there. They went back to the phone store with me, and T told me to stop being so anxious and sit down while we waited in the queue for assistance.

By then, it was almost 5 in the afternoon. The tech assistant helped as much as he could, since I was basically setting up my phone from scratch, but said I could do the rest with my tablet back at my hotel... or come back to the store with it before closing time so he could walk me through that part. T gave me a card with some of the friend-group's phone numbers, and she, M, and W still walked me to my hotel (I'm pretty sure it was unpromted, but my head was so foggy at that point from all I had done and still had to do). It turned out the hotel was a 10-min walk in a straight line from the phone shop. We got to the entrance to my hotel, I said thanks to them for being there the whole time, and they left. I handled grabbing my tablet and walking right back (in 5 min) to the phone shop to finish setup alone. The day ended with me exhausted, having a semi-functional phone that I'd have to wait to fully fix still when I got to my apartment (in a place I jokingly nickname the Shire) after the weekend, and crying to friends back in the States in a call over a lousy room-service dinner. I told them what happened, including my misgivings over all the YOLO stops, and they calmed me down and helped me a little more with fixing my phone.

I got at most two hours of sleep by the time the sun rose on Sunday morning... and then made myself presentable enough to meet A, the original London friend who had introduced me to T, W, and M where I first arrived in the country. I told him that while I was grateful for his friends' help the previous day, I didn't think I could go through that again. (I didn't exactly want to say "they're good-time people, but I don't know if I'd want the...awkward stops all over the place again if I were ever in another crisis around them.") What A said... upset me. T, M, and W had apparently complained to him that, while they still thought I was a lovely person (ah, Britishisms!) I acted "entitled" to their company the whole afternoon and was scowling too much. They didn't regret canceling plans for me, but I seemed "ungrateful in my human interactions with them". A all but said I had to APOLOGIZE to his friends.

I'm in my early 30s, with a no-nonsense, get-shit-done North American mentality and I'm aware my default expression, especially when I'm too tired, is RBF (resting bitch face, for those too young to know), and I feel terrible if I need to drag anyone at all into my messes. They're energetic and bubbly Brits in their late 20s. But they really could have left me at any point, just given me directions and left, and I would not at all have held it against them. Just like I was grateful and held nothing against that father with the kid who initially helped me after the mugging. Is this an AITA situation? Did I miss anything? Is this a subtle cultural/age/millennial-GenZ divide?

I'm still tired as FUCK, trying to get used to this new phone, and have a LOT of life admin to do suddenly after this whole weekend. If you have any thoughts or comments, whoever and wherever you are, feel free to say something.

#real life woes #american vs british mess #aita #not aita #i am just so tired

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glxssynarvi · 1 year

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2am Comfort

pairing : kuroo x gn!reader

fandom : haikyuu!!

content : fluff, comfort, brief mention of a nightmare (?), 'you/yourself as only pronouns used, intentional lowercase...

notes : i wrote a shorter version of this a few months ago but i deleted it and decided to re‐purpose the idea, so here this is. kuroo just looks so boyfriend. so warm.

wc : 1.2k // oneshot

nav // m.list

you jolt awake in moments. a cold sweat is slick against your skin, but simultaneously the covers over you feel too hot. it's far too hot.

bleary‐eyed and heart still beating a quick rhythm against your ribcage, you toss the covers to the side and stumble out of bed.

the room is dark, the only light in the room is coming from the red LED lights from your alarm clock, reading <1:24AM>.

you nearly trip over some clutter you have on your bedroom floor while heading to the hallway. you walk down the hall, pushing open the door to the bathroom and flicking the light switch on.

you stare at your delirious and exhausted reflection for no more than a few moments. you turn on the faucet in the sink, cupping your hands together under it. you splash your face with the chilly water a few times, running your wrists under the flowing water as well.

after standing for a few moments in the silence of the hall bathroom, you contemplate what to do next. just go back to bed? get dressed for the day like nothing happened?

...call someone?

you decide on the last option, but settle for texting someone rather than calling. as for who to call... you easily choose Kuroo. currently awake or not, you knew he wouldn't be mad at you for texting this early.

you turn off the faucet, dry your face, flip the light switch, and head back down the hall to your room.

once inside, you close the door behind you and search beside your bed for your phone. you find it wedged between your bed and the bedside table after a minute.

hey

i know it's early

but can i come over?

a few moments pass. you spend them sorting through the notifications you've gotten throughout the night.

good morning to you too.

and yes, you can come over. is everything okay?

you puff a sigh of relief at his response.

not really

i had a nightmare

he responds seconds later.

oh. that's not good.

do you want me to meet you halfway?

or i could pick you up?

you smile slightly at his concern. he's always been a sweetheart when it mattered.

nah, it's cool

i need to grab a few things and i'll be there soon

maybe 20 minutes?

you glance at the clock again. it reads <1:30AM>.

okay, see you soon. be safe.

you leave him on read in favour of packing a bag. you toss a change of clothes and some toiletries into it, deciding that you don't have enough energy to change right now. you also put some things you might want later today, like your wallet, your school work binder, and your school textbook.

you wonder your best route of escape. the front or back door is the easiest, but... you might wake up someone in your household. you give barely thought to it before you decide on using your bedroom window. your bedroom is on the first floor anyway.

you quietly sneak down the hall to fetch your tennis shoes, slipping them on once you're back in your room again. you hoist your back onto your shoulder and unlock the window to open it.

you try to slip out the window as quietly as possible, to not potentially wake up any of your family (if any of them are even home). your shirt catches on the windowsill and you struggle to hold yourself still for a moment.

as it seems, your effort is in vain, as you promptly tumble out of the first story window and into the bushes right under it. the bush mostly breaks your fall, but your phone and house keys fell out of your pockets. and you can feel the sharp leaves digging into your skin through your shirt.

you quietly curse under your breath as you reach up to close the window behind you. then you climb out of the bush with a scowl.

you spend a few moments shuffling around in the dark, hands brushing over the top of the mulch of the flowerbeds. you find the loop of your key ring first, then your phone shortly after. with your belongings back in your possession, you finally stand up and brush off your disheveled clothes.

thank god it's saturday. you think with a grumpy frown.

brushing off your phone before slipping it into your pocket, you also take a moment to look around the cramped neighbourhood you live in. you've been here for a few years now, but you still can't find it in yourself to call this place home.

you shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. i need to get to Kuroo's place. it's too dark and dangerous for me to be out right now. you mentally remind yourself.

your pace is something between speed‐walking and jogging as you make your way down the sidewalk. you spend just over fifteen minutes weaving between houses and through alleyways. by the time you reach your destination, your thoughts are mostly muddled and fogged like a static tv.

you think to knock but, considering it's nearly two in the morning, you decide not to. you opt to pull out your phone instead.

you send a quick text to Kuroo to tell him you're outside, and the front door quietly squeaks open to reveal him in the flesh.

"hey." he offers a grin and opens the door wider so you can step inside.

you stay in place to ponder an idea that just came to you, then you step forward and wrap your arms around his ribs. it doesn't take longer than a second before his arms are wrapping around you too.

he takes a few slow steps backwards, your feet following with his. when you both are far enough inside he nudges the door shut with his foot.

still in a hug, Kuroo squeezes you lightly and leans down so you can still hear his soft words, "c'mon, let's head to my room. we can cuddle if you want."

"okay," you breathe softly, hesitantly letting go of him. he instead slips his hand into yours and leads you through the dim rooms of his home.

you climb the stairs together, and you can already tell which room is his. the door at the end of the hall has a lamp turned on inside, the light pouring from the half‐open door and into the hallway.

you've been in Kuroo's room enough times to be familiar with his decor and slight clutter. you aren't surprised to see notebooks flipped open, tabbed textbooks, and loose leafs of lined paper scattered across his desk.

you make quick work of taking off your shoes and removing your jacket. you drop your bag by the door with little care of what happens to its contents, kicking your shoes into a messy pile next to it and throwing your jacket over it.

you easily climb into Kuroo's bed like it was always yours. once you've gotten comfortable, you look up to see Kuroo leaning against the doorframe watching you with a corny grin. you make grabby hands at him and his grin widens.

Kuroo doesn't bother moving anything upon his desk, instead he turns off the lights and slink into bed with you. he easily wraps his arms around you and curls closer around you.

"thank you."

Kuroo smiles softly at your mumbled words, his thumbs gingerly rubbing circles on your back. he kisses your forehead as you whine in response.

"i'm always here."

half‐asleep, you utter, "love you."

Kuroo kisses your forehead again and says, "i love you, too."

#glxssynarvi's writings #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader

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