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house-md-obsession · 3 years

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Shake [James Wilson x Reader] Part Three

153 hours prior.

The talking on the TV jolted her awake. Some rerun of a sitcom found itself playing on the television. Her eyes flit open as she gained awareness of her surroundings. She felt the warmth of the soft quilt James keeps on his couch, it offering the comfort of the late nights she'd spent over there. The smell comforted her— cedar wood... and... Chinese food?

She glances to her right, to see James slurping down lo mein, chopsticks sitting in his hands. When he realizes she's awake, he hastily sets the food down on the coffee table in front of him, and flashes her a smile.

"Hey, ___. How are you feeling?" He asks, sitting up and readjusting his position. He leans forward a little, finding himself a little closer as she tiredly pushes herself upright. She wipes the sleep from her eyes, and feels her hair tie at the end of a long-fallen ponytail. Her hair was nothing short of a mess, but that was the last thing she'd worried about. She had long given up on how she looked once she had gone two nights without sleep.

"Honestly? Foul." She muttered, her voice raspy. He struggled to keep for letting out a soft laugh. She tried running her fingers through her tangled hair, and found her fingers caught. She pouted.

He felt his heart nearly skip a beat.

"I bought some takeout. I snagged you some sweet and sour chicken if you get hungry. You don't have to eat but I figured I've seen you eat very little since this last case."

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh, and here's some Tylenol. You took some earlier but I can't imagine it's still working."

She suddenly once again felt the headache that had creeped up on her earlier, as if the mention of Tylenol had served as a reminder.

"Thank you." She said, hoarse voice finding itself softened as he walked back towards her. His soft brown hair was a little askew— small strands of his normally well kept hair hung in front of his softened, mature features. His cheekbones caught the light of the buildings that shone through his opened window. The sun was setting and the orange in which that faintly painted the room was welcomed as the brightness gradually softened and her eyes eased.

"Yeah, of course." He said, in which she noticed he had grabbed a glass of water for her in the time he ventured over. He handed it to her, his gentle hands making sure her tired ones had a grasp on the glass before letting go, the mildest of touches graced her fingertips.

'His hands are warm.' She thinks to herself.

He sits down on the couch next to her as she swallows the pills, downing half the glass as well. He laughs softly, no hesitation this time.

"Should I look into purchasing you a water tower?" He jokes. She flashes him a smile and softly smacks his upper thigh.

"What time is it?" She asks, and he flicks his watch up at him. She see finds herself for a split second studying his forearm, almost admiring its masculinity. 'Let's not be weird, ___.' She thinks, and her eyes avert.

"Seven fifty-eight." He says, and she stretches before finding herself back where she was, their upper arms touching as she was just a little closer than before.

"How long was I out? Time tends to blur together after the first day."

He glances up at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his gaze to the TV that was on.

"Hmmm, about four and a half hours I'd say. You passed out in the car, and it took a while to get you in. And you fought with me over offering you my bed."

"Yeah, offering to let me crash in your bed is a little weird." She said, dryly.

"Oh yes, God forbid I look out for one of my best friends that couldn't tell if something six inches from her face was within reach less than four hours ago." He almost upsettingly muttered, and relaxed once he glanced over and saw a small smile decorated upon her younger features. He watched for a moment as her eyes drifted closed, her seemingly lost in her own train of thought. He watched as her eyes opened once again and he quickly retrained his focus back onto the TV.

"Thanks for taking me home and letting me stay here for a little while. I appreciate it, James." She said, her eyes trained on him again as he watches the TV. 'He seems to be so focused on the show. I wonder if he'd even notice if I left.'

Her mention of his name had him trained on the way it left her lips. He doesn't know what, or why, but it failed to leave his mind.

A click of the doorknob down the hall jolted her upwards.

"Of course. I just hope you don't think you're going home yet." She turned around, to be greeted by the rugged features of her boss, as he made his way towards the two. The tap of his cane against the hardwood was a familiar noise that simultaneously relaxed her but kept her on edge.

"Well, I have work at six in the morning. I should probably make my way home." She said, vaguely confused.

"No you don't. Forced vacation. If you show up to the hospital for any reason for the next week other than to fawn at your old-man crush Doctor James Wilson, you're fired." He said, before walking towards them. She felt a hot flash radiate over body she became flustered with his words. 'He has a creative way of getting under my skin.' He motions for the two to part, as he plops down in between them. The words her boss spouted hardly even registered. It was just the generalized annoyance his presence brings in which she rolled her eyes.

"Leave her alone. Someone in their twenties can be friends with someone in their forties. It's not a wild concept, House."

"No. Only reason someone as attractive as her would befriend someone in their forties is because she's into old men. Someone to pay her debts from medical school because they've paid off their own."

"House, seriously?" Wilson asked, dumbfounded. He could feel her shutting down from across the couch.

"You're an ass." She says, and finds herself walking towards James room, in which she closes the door behind her.

House glances over to his friend, whose lips have curled up into a smile.

"You're good at that." Wilson says.

"Annoying her so she will finally take care of herself for once? I've done it a time or two." House said to his friend. "Besides. I need her. You may want her to be around but I actually need her. To save lives and stuff." House teased. Wilson scoffed.

"Of course I like having her around. I mean, in the same regards I like having you around. I care about her, I'm going to want her to take care of herself."

"Yeah, but you almost parent her. It's like a weird fatherly fetish."

"This has nothing to do with our age difference of maybe ten years. She is twenty-nine. She is more than an adult and also, I do not parent her. I just want what is best for her. Same way I do that for you." James explained, but House wasn't biting that explanation, and neither was he.

"Whatever. She's hot. You're like every other man and like to look without commitment. I'm sure if you asked she'd send you nudes so you can see more and stop pretending to care." House said. Wilson felt himself get frustrated with that comment.

"I'm not like you, House. I can have real friendships, as well as ones with the opposite sex. So what if she's attractive? That doesn't matter to me. I mean yes, it's nice to... look. But for me not every relationship I foster is purely sexual." Wilson said, standing up, walking away from the couch.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night!" House loudly called.

"SHHHH! She's trying to sleep!"

147 hours prior.

She awoke to the familiarly loud buzzing of her phone. Sitting up, she found her phone plugged in on the nightstand next to her. 'James must've plugged it in for me at some point while I was asleep.' She thought, and further noticed a glass of water once again on the nightstand as well as a bottle of Tylenol and a note.

She glanced to see the caller identification was none other than her friend, Remy. She tiredly picked up the phone, and was greeted by the familiar voice.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Her soft voice asked through the phone. ___ sat upright, letting out a grunt as she did. Her body seemed to feel even heavier than when she was sleep deprived. ‘Waking up is going to be a bitch.’

“Tired. As fuck. I need to get up and around but I don’t know if I can muster the energy to. James bed is…. so comfy.”

“Well, good thing I’m right outside. We’re getting coffee.”

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ixchel-sketch · 4 years

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TITLE: AAXILIZTLI / SABER GENRE: Crime & Romance FANDOM: Mayans M.C. SHIP(S): Coco & Original Female Character STATUS: Complete LENGTH: 3,057 words

Which Member of Your OTP takes UNO wayyy too seriously ; Coco is a total card shark and Maya can barely tell the difference between Uno and Go Fish. Which makes for a pretty interesting game of Strip Poker + 20 Questions.

“So… explain it to me one more time?” Maya sat with her elbows on the bar while Chuckie spread out a deck of cards between them. She was glad the guys weren’t back yet, even if she’d been waiting there for the better part of an hour. From the looks she’d seen the squirrely man receive it was obvious not all members of the club were comfortable with their resident helper. Only she seemed to enjoy the odd conversations and company that he would provide. “I think I’m a lost cause.”

“ I do not accept that, practice makes perfect,' they say. Practice makes perfect.” Even though he disagreed Chuckie's face kept an upbeat smile, almost puppy like enthusiasm that couldn't be dulled by her harsh self criticisms. Maya's lips thinned, trying to commit the rules of the game to her memory one more time before finally calling it quits. The whole thing had come up after he’d told her the club was having some kind of meeting at the Casino on tribal land...and she’d mistakenly admitted to not knowing the first thing about playing cards. Chuckie’s hands may not have been as dexterous as they once were but the man sure was able to memorize a set of rules, using the awkward wooden fingers to point out the meaning of different cards and different techniques used to win games. She’d be lucky if she could just remember their names.

“How’d you get so good at this?” The shock on Chuckie's face at the mild compliment was almost heartbreaking.

"Here and there and there and here. I'm not good though, not like your boy."

Dark eyebrows shot up at that remark but Maya didn't have time to comment before the sound of approaching engines rumbled through the sandy yard and sent Chuckie scurrying to complete whatever chores he'd been given before they left. She remained hunkered over the drink that he’d gotten her, finishing it quickly as the noise from outside got ever closer. Mostly laughs and camaraderie between the guys which quieted by only a fraction when they saw her waiting inside. With a brief nod Coco split off from Angel and Gilly, large eyes giving her a quick once over to judge her mood before a small smile spread on his face. “ Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.” He dug through his pocket to pull out a cigarette and nodded for her to follow him back outside.

"I wanted to pick you up some lunch but Chuckie said you guys were at the Casino?" That causes him to side eye her for a moment and Maya quickly back tracks. "You win anythin?"

"I got some cash." He took a couple drags before pulling his hand away, making sure to blow the smoke downwind from where she stood. "So I can get food later, you don't gotta buy me shit."

Their relationship was still fresh and she could sense the hesitancy at her taking more liberties to get close to him than she had before. When they were only friendly (because could she really call what they were doing now dating?) she would never show up to the club’s base without telling him first. Or dare to hang out and wait around for him. The way he wouldn’t meet her eyes for too long caused a wave of unease in her gut...was he having doubts? Did she fuck it up without realizing?

“I know...I wanted to.”

Coco shrugged, his cigarette nearly half gone already and Maya let out a big sigh that finally got his attention, his brows pinching together in the only show of concern. The times he would go quiet and get lost in his own head were the hardest for her to get used to. Still, determined to derive some communication she charged on, “Well, anyways. I gotta drop some stuff off at a local gallery. They’re letting me put my shit up in return for a few shifts a week in the shop.”

“That’s cool. That mean you’re staying?”

“For a little while. I need to make more stuff before I can do another venue anyways.”

“Cool.”

Maya bit her lip, looking towards where her bike was chained up and then back at Coco. “Can I come by the house later? I know I don’t have to but I can bring take out?”

Maybe it was the slight wobble of insecurity in her voice that broke Coco out of his introspective stupor, or the words jarring him back into the present with the realization she was about to take off but he nodded, flicking away the remnant of his cig and pulling her against him in a lose one armed hug. It eased some of the tension that his sudden mood had brought on, the quick peck to her lips erasing the rest. “Sure. I’ll catch you later. Just, uh...text first.”

It didn’t take too long to complete her errands, the cumbersome portfolio she had strapped to the back of her bike only carried a couple pieces that wouldn’t take long at all to put up. But it did give her enough time to think and reflect on the interaction that had just transpired. At first he’d seemed genuinely happy that she’d been there waiting for him, but as soon as Maya had brought up the club business Coco had gone cold. Already she knew most of what went down with the Mayans was on a strict need to know basis and tried to steer clear of asking anything too invasive. But as Maya was finishing up putting up her paintings she paused with sudden realization.

She didn’t really know much about Coco at all. Sure, they had spent a fair amount of time together over the past few weeks, especially after coming to terms with the severity of their feelings. But none of that time was spent truly getting to know each other. Mostly they just hung out, smoked weed, and watched bullshit sitcoms or reality shows to pass the time. There was no real way for her to know if Coco’s earlier silence had been of her doing, or caused by something the club was dealing with. It would be an outright lie to say that this didn’t bother her a little bit, the same kind of insecurity knotting up her stomach as she texted him to ask what he would like her to pick up.

Thankfully, mercifully, Coco texted her back immediately with the okay to come over. She didn't know how she would react if he'd ignored her and left Maya to stew over his abrupt silence. By the time she's pulling up to his house and chaining up her bike the sun has already set. Maya's knuckles barely have time to rap on the door before it's being yanked open and Coco blinks wide eyes at her through the crack. He looks jumpy, posture tense as he moves to hold the door open for her so she can slip inside.

"Sorry, traffic was starting to pick up so it took me a little bit to get here."

"You don't got to apologize. Thanks." He took the paper bag of chinese food from her and headed into the living room, the smell of cigarettes heavy in the air. Her own dark eyes scanned the room until they landed on the coffee table, a slow smile spread across her face.

"Are those cards?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Wanna play a game of strip poker while we eat? I've never actually played it before but Chuckie explained the rules to me today."

His hands stilled where they'd been emptying the contents of the take out onto the coffee table. An odd expression on his face that seemed to be a mixture of amusement and distaste. "You had him tell you how to play that?"

"What? No, I asked him how to play poker," She came over to sit next to him on the couch, bumping Coco with her shoulder and letting out a peal of giggles at his assumption. "The strip part is only por ti."

“Hmm. Okay, but I’m not going easy on you because it’s your first time.” His chopsticks raised in her direction as Maya is already reaching for the cards to shuffle and set up the game. She pouts for only a moment before nodding, eyes lighting up as an idea hits her.

“Well, then every time one of us removes an article of clothing, they get to ask the other a question?”

He turns hesitant but nods anyways, expression going blank as soon as he’s got his hand of cards and the game has begun. The first couple rounds go simple enough, setting the mood and making it clear that Coco would keep his word. Though for every simple article of clothing she removed, a personal question was asked in kind. They started off easy -- Where were you born? Did or do you play any sports? What’s your favorite color? Maya realized quickly that her chances at winning anything were doomed, her face giving away every hand. Even when she did get lucky enough to draw a good combination, Coco would finally break his stony expression with a small smirk.

"I fold." He put his cards down face up and shrugged out of his shirt. His cards were still better than hers but something in her expression must have tipped him off to her confidence. Immediately Maya’s shoulders sank and she let out a disappointed sigh, prepared to answer an equally arbitrary question. “How did you get into the travelling artist thing? There’s gotta be other ways to do it.”

“Oh, good one.” She adjusted where she’d moved to sit on the floor, their food long forgotten as the game had dragged on. Enough time for Coco to have rolled a joint and begun to pass it between them. “My dad was a musician. He started travelling and touring again after my mom finally left him. It was just...an easier life for me than staying with her and my sister in a small town.”

His eyes bore into her, taking in her words and nodding in response. A blush rose to her cheeks and her shoulders caved inward with a small shiver. Only a few rounds in and she was already down to her mismatched bra and underwear, the wall AC unit sensing just the right time to kick on and cause a chill to run down her spine. Meanwhile Coco was still in his jeans and white undershirt, his one article of clothing standing in stark contrast against the small pile she had building. Perhaps that was why when Maya found herself finally divested of her plain black bra she was no longer in the mood to ask trivial, lighthearted questions.

“You said before you were in the military? The marines?” “Yeah.” “Why’d you join?”

He went silent. Usually when she asked a question he would break the still cold expression he wore while holding cards. Coco’s eyes remained locked on hers, instead of the usual attention he would be paying to her topless form. It was obvious he was thinking intently about how to answer and she didn’t want to rush or interrupt him. He abandoned the joint to pull out a cigarette from the pack on the table between them.

“I had shit to get away from.”

When that was met with only more silence, his expression turned dour. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and smoked in silence while his words turned over in her head. Maya tried her best to keep her expression neutral, the stakes higher than any card game. In moments like these it was almost impossible for her to guess what he might be thinking.

“I did some time. Got out and wanted something different.”

“Oh.”

“Why? You got anymore fucking questions?” She ignored the biting words and got up to sit next to him on the couch, stopping short of reaching out to place a hand on his arm. As it was closing the space between them didn't seem to comfort Coco. He leaned away from her slightly, no longer able to meet Maya's eyes.

"Nah. I'm good," She shrugged. "I don't wanna make you all uncomfortable and antsy. I'm not a fuckin' child and I'm not here to judge you, man. We all got our shit."

His head swung towards her, emphasizing each word with a jerk of his chin. As though they were being hurtled at her. "Why the fuck are you here. You don't got anywhere better to be than riding some fuckin' cholo dick? You like slumming it?"

"Basta, stop it." Her chin wobbled but Maya's expression remained determined. "I'm here because I want to be. Because I like you."

Silence falls over them once again as she refuses to take the bait and fall into his trap. Coco crushes the butt of the cig in the ashtray and all the fight leaves him. His hand clenched and released over his knee and finally she felt comfortable enough to reach out and place hers on top of it. He doesn't pull away which is all the encouragement she needs to press up against his side where it's warm. Even though she had managed to keep her calm Maya's pulse still raced at the argument they had just narrowly avoided.

Both of them had short tempers in the right circumstance and it could be a challenge not to react…But not when Coco was so obviously upset and dealing with deeper shit. All she really wanted to do now was to take away the darkness lingering in his grimace. Whatever heavy thoughts he has seem to get a little lighter as he reclines against the couch once again and brings one arm up around her shoulders so she can stay close. Both of her arms slink around his chest to hold him in a tight embrace and he lets out a long shuddery breath before relaxing against her. It must not be easy for him to open up and be any sort of vulnerable and she’s more than willing to reward him when he is.

“I do have one more question though.” He freezes for half a second before noticing her gaze is directed down towards the only article of clothing she’s still wearing. The switch in moods is so drastic that Coco can’t help but let out a small chuckle and shake his head, the arm around her shoulder folding so that he can pat down some of the waves of her hair.

“Yeah?”

“Do...you wanna fuck me?”

He doesn’t respond out loud, simply turns and shrugs out of the wifebeater in one smooth movement. Most of the time the fact that he’s been in the military remains somewhere in the back of her mind, a difference that she has very little interest in dissecting. It’s only when he moves that it becomes an apparent and undeniable part of him. In a moment she’s stretched under him, her head resting on the arm of the couch and his hands trace up her side and pause to cup her breast. Maya arches into his touch, arms wrapped around his chest to hold him close while his other hand abandoned its place clutching her hip to hastily brush her hair away from her neck. He groaned, pressing her even harder into the worn cushions and attacking her throat and collar with kisses and nips.

“Fuck, take your jeans off.” She rolls her hips up against him and he rewards her by grabbing her ass and pulling her close so that the only thing separating them was the damp material of her underwear and the denim of his pants.

“Patience, shit, I wanna wind you up first.”

Maybe it was punishment for all of the questions earlier or simply his own prerogative, but either way she couldn’t bring herself to complain when he pulled away to remove his belt and help to slip her underwear off. His hand was warm and large on her thigh, spreading her open so that he could slip a couple fingers inside to rub against her. The feeling of his teeth grazing her shoulder and his hand coaxing her hips into a rhythm. Just when Maya thinks she may be close to some relief he pulls her into a kiss and removes his hand, swallowing the sound of disappointment she makes.

Coco’s breath is warm against her skin, his pants slung low and he kicks them off before pinning her against the couch. It’s easy to slip her legs around his waist and help to ease him inside. He let out a soft groan and she answered in kind, peppering kisses along his shoulder while Coco drove into her. One of his hands reached up to tug back Maya’s hair and expose the kiss marked column of her neck. Her blunt nails scrape at his back as the quick pace of his thrusts pushes her over. His own orgasm isn't far behind and Coco all but collapses on top of Maya afterward, enjoying how her hand absentmindedly cards through his hair while they catch their breath. Even if they were just starting out getting to know each other as a couple, there was no denying that they already knew how to satisfy the other completely.

"So..that was fun." She sighed and turned to press her bare back against the warmth of his chest when he’d finally eased off of her. Coco grunted in response, one arm wrapped around her torso to hold Maya against him. Her eyes caught the abandoned cards and noticed how many of them had fallen from the table to scatter on the floor below. They probably wouldn't end up getting picked up and put away until morning.

"Let's just stick to Uno from now on?" Finally earning a laugh, the vibration rumbling against her and causing a chain reaction.

"Pretty sure I can still beat your ass in that, quierida. I'm game for whenever you want to lose." He pinched her pert rear end and earned another high peal of giggles.

"Okay, we'll see." There was a challenge in her voice but Maya knew he was probably right.

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euphoria-vmin7 · 5 years

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Gnossienne | myg

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: fluff for right now, non idol! au, future angst, future gore

words: 6,286

--summary: the thing you were most proud about in your relationship was the trust between you two. you could tell yoongi anything and he told you everything. that’s how it’s always been. and that’s how it’ll always be...right?

a/n: uhm trying something new here :) and there will be future parts to this so don't worry! enjoy!!

Gnossienne

gno·ssi·enne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life

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If there’s one thing you prided about your relationship, it was the lack of lies. When your friends so eagerly bragged about how romantic their relationships were or complained about the lack of trust amongst them and their partners, you could easily say:

“Our relationship has no lies. We tell each other everything.”

And although it took a considerable amount of time for you and Yoongi to fully open up to each other, after almost a year had passed, you both knew everything about one another. And it was one of the things you loved most about your relationship, arguably even your favorite thing. It was just very reassuring, knowing that whenever you struggled with a problem, you could always go to Yoongi and tell him everything.

And that mutual trust you shared also served to eliminate a large majority of fights and arguments between you two. Of course, the two of you had your occasional lover’s spat but nothing ever went too awry. There were never any harsh words regarding neglect or any accusatory shouts of infidelity.

It was just you two.

So now as you twirled a piece of spaghetti around your fork listening to Seo Jin complain about how Minseok never talked about his social life, an easy smile played on your lips. You were already comparing your own boyfriend to the men your friends were describing.

“Well at least Minseok tells you about work. Jaehyun doesn’t tell me about work at all, either. I mean, I know men have their own private lives but sometimes I get nervous that he’s hiding something,” Min Seo replied, sighing sadly into her palm.

“Hey, why do you even think that way? Just because they don’t tell you everything doesn’t mean they don’t love you,” Eunha reprimanded. “Right, (Name)?”

You nodded with a barely repressed smile. Even after so long, just thinking of your relationship made you giddy. Seo Jin shot you a teasing smile.

“Well of course she thinks that. (Name) has Yoongi,”

You laughed a little, taking a sip of your drink.

“They never even fight!” Eunha said. “The trust you two have is amazing. You two should learn from their relationship,”

“Yeah yeah,” Min Seo responded with a wave of her hand, smiling.

“I envy you,” Seo Jin sighed, looking at you wistfully and you shoved her lightly. Though a part of you was filled with pride.

The four of you continued to chat animatedly until your dishes were clean and only melting ice cubes remained in your glasses. You glanced outside to see that the Sunday sun had long set and the moon was already shining in the sky. Min Seo spoke before you could.

“Well, I better get going,”

Eunha nodded.

“Yup. Thanks for tonight guys. I had a great time,”

The four of you smiled and bid your farewells as you exited the restaurant before splitting up to head your separate ways. You approached the bus stop and took a seat, pulling out your phone as the chilly night breeze washed over your skin. You were a little surprised at the number of notifications, though they were all missed calls and texts from the same person. Your lips stretched into a fond smile as you read the texts.

[5:46 p.m.] Grumpy: i’m coming home early today

[6:17 p.m.] Grumpy: huh? where are you? i’m home…

[6:54 p.m.] Grumpy: (Name). where are you right now?

[7:08 p.m.] Grumpy: oh crap...i forgot you were meeting your friends. have fun and text me when you’re on your way home

You giggled a little, quickly standing as the bus pulled up to the curb. You climbed on, flashing a quick smile to the driver and taking a seat near the back before starting to type your response.

[9:32 p.m.] (Name): sorry for not reminding you. didn’t mean to make you panic. i’m taking the bus now so i should be home in 20 :)

You shut your phone off before leaning your head back against the seat, letting the tiredness of the day wash over you. And just before you completely lulled off to sleep, you were awoken by the bus stopping in front of your familiar stop. You stood up and voiced a quick thank you to the driver, who bid you goodnight, and stepped out onto the street before beginning the quick walk to your apartment. A light smile played on your lips as you pushed the key in and unlocked the door, eager to see your boyfriend after such a long day. It still amazed you how excited you got around him even after this long. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, pulling your shoes off slowly. Now that you were home, the tiredness rushed back amplified.

You walked to the living room and smiled when you saw your boyfriend lazily draped across the couch, clad in simple sweats and a black t-shirt, an empty bowl of assumably ramen on the floor. Some movie was playing on the T.V. but Yoongi’s eyes were lethargically scanning his phone screen. He looked up when he heard you set your bag down.

“Hey, baby,” he drawled, his lips curling up at the side. You smiled softly and took a seat next to him as he sat up.

“Hey,” you said back as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Hungry?” he asked, his arm tightening around you and pulling you closer to him. You shook your head in his embrace.

“No, I just ate,”

“Right,” he chuckled. “How was it?”

“Fun,” you replied, looking up at him with a light smile. You didn’t want to tell him that you spent a lot of time talking about your relationships, let alone bragging about him. He gave you a smile back, his eyes soft.

“Mm why don’t you go shower and change into something more comfortable?” he asked, motioning to your dress and you grimaced at the uncomfortable feeling of it.

“Good idea,” you said, standing up as he gently nudged you with his leg towards your room.

And after a quick shower and slipping into your typical PJs, you found yourself languidly spread across him as his fingers carded through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

“How was your day?” you mumbled against him, struggling to stay awake.

“Normal,” he sighed. “Just normal,”

“You don’t sound happy about it,” you answered, lazily tracing patterns on his shirt.

“It’s not that. I’m just saying it because nothing different ever happens in my life,” he paused. “But maybe that’s a good thing. I like this,” he muttered, and you smiled against him.

“Me too,”

His chuckle rumbled through his chest and soon enough the steady rise and fall of his chest had pulled you off to dreamland.

***

You pushed your boyfriend lightly, ignoring his quiet groans of protest.

“Yoongi~” you whined, pushing his shoulder harder, a smile on your face. “You have to get up,”

“No,” was all you got back and you suppressed a giggle.

“Okay fine but I’m leaving. Don’t be late for work,” you warned, pressing a kiss to his fingers before standing up, catching the smile that twitched his lips.

“I love you,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. And after it all, you still had it in you to blush.

“I love you, too,”

You sat at your desk, your computer screen glaring into your face. Despite having work to do, you didn’t feel up to it at all. You sighed in boredom as you began to scribble on a scrap piece of paper, your mind wandering. You heard the sound of a chair being rolled over to you and someone sighed.

“What if he’s cheating on me?” Min Seo asked you, scooching her chair closer. You chuckled.

“He’s not. Trust me. You and Jaehyun have had feelings for each other for a long time. There’s no way he’s cheating on you. He loves you,”

“But he’s so secretive about things and it makes me nervous,” she complained. “Maybe I should try looking through his stuff-”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned sternly. “If he finds out you did that it’s gonna go badly for both of you. You have to trust him. And if it’s really bothering you, then be open and talk to him about it. But I’m totally sure he’s not cheating on you. Jaehyun’s a good guy; he’d never do something like that to you,”

“You think so?” she asked with a hopeful smile. You nodded.

“You’re worrying over nothing,”

“Yeah,” she paused. “From what I remember, Yoongi was a pretty closed off guy. How did you two open up to each other anyway?”

You stopped to think.

“It’s didn’t happen in the first week. Heck, it didn’t even happen in the first month. We didn’t tell each other a lot for a while. But over time, you’ll end up realizing that you can trust him with anything. And he’ll see it too and then you’ll find yourself telling each other everything. Just give yourselves some time. It’ll get better. You both are still in a fairly new relationship anyway. If you start doubting him now, everything’s gonna fall apart,”

She nodded.

“You’re right. Thanks, (Name),”

As she rolled away, you couldn’t help but remember one of the first serious conversations you had with Yoongi.

You still remember like it was yesterday. You were cuddled up on your couch watching some old flick on T.V. Yoongi walked in, phone in his hand.

“Pizza or Chinese?” he had asked. You shrugged.

“Your choice,”

“Chinese it is,” he smiled and began dialing the number. You couldn’t help but smile back. You two were around 9 months into your relationship but by heaven, if you said you didn’t know that you already loved him, you’d be lying.

After answering the door and getting the food he joined you on the couch, allowing you to rest into his side as his arm looped around you. In between munching, you considered telling him your thoughts, but a part of you was slightly nervous. You two hadn’t really talked much about your families and inner personal lives. The first few months had been the two of you getting used to each other, learning interests and dislikes and what each daily schedule comprised of. But you pushed away the hesitation because this was Yoongi. You loved him. You could trust him.

“Something on your mind?” he had asked before you could even speak. The fact that he could already tell was comforting. Because it told you that he knew you. He really knew you.

“Actually, yeah,” you said scooching closer as you put down your food.

“What’s wrong?”

You hesitated but continued.

“My parents are pissed that I took the job,” you said, trying to ignore the slight sting of the words. “They kept telling me that the pay wouldn’t get me anywhere and now they’re angry that I went against their advice,”

He hummed in thought.

“Did you try talking to them?”

“After we talked last, my mom said she wasn’t gonna help me with any financial problems and that this was my life to deal with now. They aren’t picking up my calls,” you admitted quietly. He gave you a slight squeeze.

“Well...the best thing you can do is work to prove them wrong. You wanted this job. Who cares if it doesn’t pay a lot? Just as long as you can get by and you’re happy it’s fine. Okay? They’ll come around. Don’t worry too much about it,” he said and you nodded a little, snuggling into him.

“Yeah, you’re right. I know they’re only being like this because they care about me. What about you? Do your parents ever do things like this?”

You had asked without thinking. And that was a mistake. Because Yoongi stiffened above you and went silent.

“My parents aren’t alive anymore,” he responded and you immediately raised your head to look at him, eyes wide with horror. He chuckled dryly.

“I...I am so sorry, Yoongi, I really had no idea oh my-”

“(Name). It’s not that big of a deal. It happened a long time ago. I’m over it,” he replied with a wave of his hand. But how does someone get over something like that?

“Plus, you shouldn’t even be apologizing. I never told you this. You didn’t know,” he shrugged, but you could see the pain behind his eyes.

“H-How….how did they…?” you tried asking, nervous that he’d get upset. He looked up.

“Uhm...car accident. When I was 16,”

“Oh god, Yoongi, I’m so sorry,” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, heart aching for his loss.

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine, sweetheart,” he muttered into your hair. “I have you,”

When you thought of that, you wondered how the world could be so cruel. Nobody deserved such things, especially not Yoongi. He had always been such a good person. Sure, at first, he may have came off as a bit cold and indifferent, but over time as you got to know him you had discovered the loving and sweet side of him reserved only for you. So the fact that he had been totally alone since 16 made you so upset.

“Excuse me! (Name), what are you dreaming about?! This is work not home!”

You snapped out of your revere as one of your seniors began waving in front of your face.

“I apologize! What did you need me to do?”

She pushed a notebook into your hands.

“There’s a new report we’re trying to start. We got a call about a disturbance at this address. The lady on the phone thinks it’s gangsters but honestly, it’s probably just a robber or something. But I want you to go and ask her some questions and try to make an interesting article. Make it something cool and interesting,”

You paused, looking at her.

“You want me to lie and write a fake story?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Sales are low this month, alright? I don’t care what you write, we just need more publicity. People would rather read things about gangsters than an old lady who was robbed. And don’t look so offended. You’re not the only junior who’s been asked to do this,”

You took a quick look around to catch quite a few seniors talking with your peers.

“Get to work,” she said simply, before leaving you alone at your desk. You rolled your eyes once she turned away before looking down at the address. You sighed.

After lunch, you ended up taking the bus to the location. You had never stepped foot into this part of the city before. And you didn’t really want to. It looked pretty sketchy. The buildings were a little more worn down, the streets a little quieter, especially for a Monday afternoon. But you shook it off and started walking towards your destination. Once you reached, you raised your fist to knock on the door of the apartment. An elderly woman answered.

“Yes?”

“Hello,” you greeted politely. “I’m with Seoul Weekly. I’m here regarding your call?”

Her face morphed into an expression of realization.

“Ah! Yes, please come in,”

You looked around her house as she made you a cup of tea.

“Do you live here alone?” you asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Yes,” she smiled. “Both of my kids have their own families,”

“And your…?”

Her smiled turned sad.

“My husband passed away a few years ago. It’s just me now,”

“I’m sorry,” you said sympathetically. She smiled at you, handing you a cup before taking a seat.

“So, why don’t you start by telling me what happened?”

“Well...it was around 2 in the morning. I woke up to get a drink of water when I heard voices outside. At first they were very quiet voices, but soon they started arguing. They were shouting at each other,”

“Do you know who they were?” you asked. She shook her head.

“No, but I could tell that they were men. A whole group of them,”

“About how many?”

“I’m not very sure...only around 5 people were talking but I have a feeling that there were more,”

“Who did you think they were?” you inquired.

“Oh, gangsters for sure,” she said seriously, her eyes going wide as she leaned forward. “Definitely gangsters,”

“How do you know that they weren’t just a couple of guys messing around?”

“Because I could hear what they were talking about,”

“And what were they saying?”

“Well I only heard a little bit but they were talking about some shipment. One of them was angry that the shipment was late and the other one was just laughing about it. And then the gun went off,”

“Gun?!” you asked, surprised. “You mean to say there was a gun involved?”

“Yes,”

Well she could have mentioned that earlier.

“When the gun went off, I ran to the window. I didn’t see any dead or injured person but they had all run away. I only caught sight of one of them,”

“And what did he look like?” you pressed eagerly.

“I didn’t see his face. He had a mask on. But he was tall and built too. He was wearing all black and on the back of his jacket there was a logo. It was some kind of diamond. And he was holding a gun. That’s how I know they were gangsters,”

“Wow,” you managed. You were intrigued now. But you didn’t know whether to believe her.

“Did you call the police?”

“I did,” she admitted. “But when they questioned around, everyone denied hearing anything because they were all asleep. So the cops thought I was just crying for attention and being a crazy old lady. But there’s one thing that proves my theory,”

“What’s that?”

“Come with me,” she stood up and you followed her out of her house and into the alleyway where the whole thing went down. It looked like a normal alley. A few trash cans at the very back, graffiti littering the walls. Nothing looked particularly out of place.

“When I showed this to the police they thought it was simple graffiti. But tell me that doesn’t look like some kind of gang symbol,”

She pointed to dark red color on the wall. Harsh streaks of paint were etched into it. You didn’t know how to describe it. The shape looked so simple but at the same time, felt deadly. Yeah, that was definitely not regular graffiti. That was some kind of symbol. A logo. Some kind of representation. A signature. Whose signature, you didn’t know.

“This is the same symbol I saw on the back of that man’s jacket. They are a gang. I’m telling you,” the lady stressed with a shake of her head. You raised a hand and gently brushed your fingers over the paint. Your curiosity was peaked. Now this wasn’t about pleasing your senior. You wanted to know more. You wanted to get to the bottom of this. You didn’t think that there were gangs running around Seoul but now that you knew, you were going to find out more.

“Thank you for your time,” you said to the lady, feeling excited. “It was very helpful. I’ll find out more about this gang,”

She sent you a sweet smile as you walked her out of the alleyway but not before turning to look at the logo once more. You engraved it into the depths of your brain, knowing that you’d need it for future use, before turning away.

***

You were draped across your bed, eagerly scrolling on your laptop when Yoongi got home. He pulled off his coat, eyes landing on you and staying there.

“Hey,” you greeted him, without removing your eyes.

“Whatcha doing? You never work this hard. The last time I saw you so interested in something is when that one idol group came--”

“It’s not that,” you said hurriedly, before sitting up and crossing your legs. “There’s a story my seniors want me to write so I’m working on that,”

“Wow, look at you being all hard-working,” he teased, walking towards you. He took your face in his hands and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. You noticed his shirt as he pulled away.

“What, did you miss your mouth while eating lunch today?” you asked playfully, fingers brushing over pinkish red stains near the top of his white button down. He looked down in confusion before rolling his eyes, a sweet gummy smile stretching across his handsome face. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled your hand away from the stains.

“Who knows? I probably fell asleep while eating, right?” he shrugged, before making his way into the bathroom and leaving you giggling as you continued your work.

Over the next few weeks, you worked hard on your report. And though it wasn’t a solid article yet, you spent quite a lot of time doing research and interviewing people who claimed to know things about gangs around Seoul. None of the ‘witnesses’ had definite names, which was a huge piece of the puzzle, but you didn’t want to give up. You were determined to make this your best report yet.

You walked into work one morning, slightly nervous but also confident. Your senior had asked you to bring whatever work you had done so far and show it to her, so you brought everything you had collected over the past few weeks. You were pretty proud of what you had. The only thing left was to see her reaction.

“Did you work hard on it?” she asked as you walked inside her office, motioning for you to take a seat.

“Yes,” you said. “I found a lot,”

“Good,” she said as you handed her your research. “I’m glad that you could make it more interesting than just a stupid robbery. But that lady was definitely lying about the gangsters haha,”

“Actually..” you started. “I believe her story. I did all my research on gangs in the area,”

She stared at you.

“Seriously? You believe that crap?”

“Yes, I do,” you said honestly. “Her story seemed to fit,”

“It seemed to fit?! (Name), you can’t base an entire story off of one crazy old lady!” she said exasperatedly, flipping through your work. “Declaring that there are gangs in Seoul is a big deal, alright?!”

“But I genuinely think there are!” you pressed earnestly. “Did you see the symbol?? That looks like some kind of gang-”

“That could’ve easily been any teenager doing graffiti. That’s what the police said too!!” she argued back.

You looked down in defeat.

“Look...” she sighed. “..if you really think that there’s a story here, you need hard evidence. Not just of some paint on the wall, but if you could catch some kind of footage or evidence of the gang in action or something that proves they exist, we could get this done. Otherwise, I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can publish this,”

“No. Please, give me a little more time, I’ll try to find something,” you pleaded.

“Alright but if you aren’t successful, you have to let this one go and start something else okay?” she acquiesced, albeit reluctantly.

“Yes, thank you,” you bowed quickly as she handed you your work and you exited her office.

Oh boy I’m screwed, aren’t I? I have to find evidence that gangs actually exist. Where the hell do I get that from?

When you got home after work, you immediately began scouring the internet for any sightings or video clips.

You were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t even notice Yoongi come home.

“Are you still working on that report?” he asked, loosening his tie.

“Yup,”

Yoongi had let you be for the first week and a half, understanding that it had to do with work and leaving it at that, but over time he got curious too.

“Okay, I wanna know,” he said after a quick shower, taking a seat next to you. “What’s this report on? You’re really into it,”

You paused your typing to face him, excitement now shimmering in your eyes.

“Well, a few weeks ago this lady said there was a disturbance in an alleyway next to her house, so she called the police. The police thought it was just an attempted robbery but when I went to hear her story, guess what she said?”

“What?” Yoongi asked.

“Gangsters!! There was a gang outside her house and apparently a gun fight too,” you told him and his brows raised in surprise.

“Gangs?? I didn’t think there were gangs in Seoul,”

“Me neither, but she told me about what she heard. They were fighting about some shipment or something and someone shot a gun. And and and, in the alley there was this symbol on the wall and I’m pretty sure it’s some kind of logo or code or something-”

“Isn’t it dangerous for you to get involved with this kind of thing?” he asked, brows furrowing. “I don’t think a gang wants a random person looking into them like this,”

You waved your hand dismissively.

“They don’t know about me. Besides, if I’m right, this could be my best story yet. I may even get promoted! I mean, I’ve been in the same position for so long and I really do want to get promoted, Yoongi! Just imagine what we could do with the extra money. I could finally show my parents that this job is better and-”

“I know, sweetheart, but..” he trailed off. Your eyes softened.

“Look, I promise I won’t get too close okay? I just need to be able to say that there’s a gang at work here. I’m not gonna get involved with them,” you promised, wrapping your arms around him.

“How are you gonna prove that?” he asked.

“My senior says I need to find evidence. So some kind of footage or solid proof that there’s a group of people doing illegal things. That’s the hard part. I don’t know how I’m going to find anything like that,”

“(Nickname), it’s probably not even a gang, alright? Maybe it was just a couple of guys trying to rob her and she heard something else, not a gun. I mean until now, when have we heard of gangs around huh?”

“No, Yoongi,” you pressed. “I don’t think she was lying. I really think there’s something here,”

“(Name) seriously. It’s stupid. Why would gangs be forming now? And if they were really discussing a shipment, why would they do it outside by some lady’s house? This is such a dumb idea,”

You frowned.

“Why do you keep trying to say I’m wrong?”

He sighed.

“I don’t know...I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he muttered into your hair.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” you reassured him with a soft smile. “I promise,”

***

You got into the bus after work, taking a seat near the back once again before closing your eyes to think. After a few days, you became so stressed with the lack of evidence. You couldn’t find anything about a gang. It seemed like these guys were extremely good at covering up their tracks. You really needed to get something solid soon. Otherwise all the work you had done over the last few weeks would be gone. But how? Where do you find it?

You lurched forward a bit as the bus stopped. You blinked in confusion. Not many people boarded the bus this late. There were only around 5 other people in the bus. A couple, a man in the back, and an old lady with assumably her granddaughter. The doors opened and a man stepped on before taking a seat a few rows ahead of you. You settled back into thought as the bus started moving again. You needed to figure something out.

When you opened the door to your apartment, you weren’t surprised to find it empty. Yoongi usually got home later than you did. You were about to go startup work again but you realized that you really needed to relax tonight. The stress was getting to you and you felt extremely tired. So you did what anyone would do and changed into some comfy PJs, ordered pizza, and binge watched Netflix. Maybe that’s why you didn’t realize how fast time went. Because when you managed to stop the next episode from playing, you saw that it was 12:27 in the morning. Yoongi wasn’t home yet. He never got this late. If he was going to be late from work, he’d always shoot you a text or give you a call. You walked into your bedroom and quickly checked your phone to see, but there was nothing from him. You clicked on his contact and pressed his number, holding the phone to your ear and lying down. It rang once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, then his voice.

“If you’re hearing this, it means I don’t wanna talk so stop calling me,”

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at his voicemail.

“Hey, where are you? I didn’t think you’d be coming home late today. It’s really late, I’m a little worried...just call me okay?”

You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed. He’s probably on his way home and his phone just died.

That’s what you hoped anyway. You snuggled under the blanket and stared at your phone screen that didn’t light up with any notification. It didn’t light up, and that worried you.

Slight shuffling from behind you was what woke you up. You didn’t even realize you fell asleep until you heard someone getting into bed. Your eyes flickered open, first focusing on the clock on your bedside table.

3:41 a.m.

You shifted a little to turn and see and-

“Shh, hey, it’s just me. Go back to sleep,” Yoongi’s deep voice whispered, his hand gently rubbing your arm. You didn’t really listen and turned around anyway, nuzzling into his chest.

“Why are you so late?” you mumbled.

“Sorry, baby,” he sighed. “There was a huge blockage in the subway and we were stuck down there for hours. I wanted to call but my phone died,”

“Oh,” you muttered. “I was worried,”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your brow.

“S’okay. I’m just glad you’re home safe,”

He smiled a bit and gently rubbed your back, and you drifted off to sleep once again.

***

“I heard that you’re trying to prove a gangster story?” a familiar voice asked from behind you and you turned around to see Seo Jin.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“How come?” she asked, moving to pour her own cup of coffee from the machine in the break room.

“At first, you know how the seniors wanted us to stretch the truth for some stories?”

She nodded.

“Well when I went to go talk to the witness, I ended finding that her story did make sense and now I’m just trying to come up with some evidence that proves gangs are active in the area,”

“Ah,” she paused. “It’s weird though. I never really imagined gangsters as a threat here. It’s kind of scary haha,”

“What? That gangsters roam around here at night?” you asked, taking a sip of your coffee. She nodded.

“Yeah,”

“As long as you don’t bother them I’m sure they won’t bother you,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders.

“What if I was walking home one night and all of a sudden, this gangster comes out of nowhere and kidnaps me-”

“You watch too many movies,” you chuckled and she smiled sheepishly as the two of walked back to your desks, ready to continue the work laid out for you.

You packed up and headed home at the usual time. When you got home, you decided to give yourself a little bit of free time and read a book. It was fairly interesting. It was about a woman whose family members and close friends start getting killed one by one. Everyone ends up murdered except for her husband. They both decide to move far away from the town where the original murders happened but soon enough, people start getting killed again. Turns out that the husband is the murderer and he ends up killing his wife. You wondered how the husband could have managed to be so secretive. And why did the woman marry him when she obviously knew so little about him?

After you read until you were satiated, you started working on your report. You were so involved, you didn’t realize how fast time was passing until it was around 9:30 at night.

You decided to send Yoongi a quick text.

[9:28 p.m.] (Name): hey just wanted to check if you’re gonna be home late today? you want me to leave dinner out?

You got back to work, keeping an ear open for a buzz that indicated a response, but you got none. Assuming he was still in the train or something of the sort, you let it go. A few hours later, you stood up and checked your phone again.

[11:43 p.m.] (Name): where are you? are you going to be super late today? are you still at work?

And then you went back to your computer, letting time go on again. You probably would’ve stayed up more. But the fact that Yoongi wasn’t home yet was distracting you. Maybe it’s another problem with the subway.

Thinking it was something along the lines of what happened last time, you shook it off. It wasn’t often that Yoongi had situations like this, which meant that it was probably important and there was a logical explanation to it. So you decided you wouldn’t let yourself get too panicked about it and continue your work.

Or so you thought. After it hit 12, your brain wouldn’t let you focus at all. What were the chances that there was a subway problem again? Worst came to mind and you began to gnaw on your lip nervously. Finally, when you couldn’t push your anxiousness anymore, you picked up your phone and dialed his number.

It rang once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

You mentally prepared yourself for his voicemail.

“Hello?”

You stilled.

“Yoongi? Oh thank god. Where are you?! Why didn’t you call?”

“Shit…” you heard him curse under his breath. “Sorry, sweetheart, it’s been a crazy day. I actually had to take a train to go visit my grandmother. She suddenly got really sick and I headed back to Daegu as soon as I heard. I mean I stopped at home and grabbed a few things but then I just left. I meant to call you but it’s been really hectic. We’ve had to call all my relatives and shit and-” he breathed a heavy sigh. You took a minute to process what he had just told you.

“She’s sick?? Is everything okay now? Do you need anything?” you asked, frowning.

“For right now, no. I might have to stay here a couple days and--shit!” you heard him hiss through his teeth.

“Crap! Sorry hyung…” another voice rung out and you paused.

“Who is that? Yoongi are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Uh that was just my idiot cousin. I’m fine (Name), really. I’ll be back home soon. I’ll call you every day. It’s just, I can’t leave right now. I have to be here with them,” he said, his voice sounding very tired and you frowned sympathetically.

“Yeah alright. It’s okay, everything will be fine,” you tried to cheer him up. “Take your time there and stay safe,”

“You too, baby. I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it.

“I love you,” he said and before you could say anything back, the line went dead.

***

About a week passed, and Yoongi was still in Daegu. He stayed true to his word, though. He made sure to call every day and shoot you small little texts that somehow had the corners of your lips lifting upwards. As your Netflix episode came to a conclusion, you stood up and went outside to get the mail. A part of you was a little worried about Yoongi. Was he okay being in Daegu all by himself, especially in a situation like this? You had offered to come join him but he had immediately shut the idea down.

Yoongi is just going through a lot right now. I mean, he doesn’t have his parents. The closest family he’s got is his grandmother. I understand why he’d be worried.

After getting your allotted mail, you began walking back to your apartment. Once inside, you plopped down on the couch and began sifting through the envelopes.

Bills. Bills. Ads. More Bills. Then an unfamiliar one.

XXX Hospital.

You frowned in confusion. Nobody had gone to the hospital recently. You flipped the envelope over to double check the information.

Your address was right there. Maybe it was addressed to you on accident? Or maybe it was a very old bill that they forgot about?

You tore open the envelope and pulled out the documents, eyes beginning to scan over the typed words.

Patient’s Full Name: Min Yoongi

Sex: Male

D.O.B.: 9 March 1993

Age: 25

Diagnosis: Stab wound to the lower abdomen.

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“Baby, It’s 3:00 AM

A Jung Jaehyun angst

(but don’t worry, it ends well.)

He knew he shouldn’t be missing you right now. He really shouldn't. He had enough on his plate right now. But when he was lying in bed, at three in the morning, completely sober and missing you more than he had since the two of you had split about a month ago, he couldn’t help it. Really, he should be over it. Jung Jaehyun, the campus heartthrob, who could probably have anyone he wanted. And yet, here he was, at three in the morning, thinking about you.

He thought about the way you looked on the last good night the two of you had had together- the way you laughed in the little studio he always let you hang out with him in. The way you almost knocked over some expensive equipment and got super flushed and embarrassed about it, no matter how much he reassured you that it was okay, it didn’t fall, and even if it did break… he had his best friend Johnny to replace it, anyway. He remembered the way you perched yourself in his lap while he was editing some audio, his arms wrapped around your waist, his pillow-y lips pressed to your shoulder blade, how he usually held you when you guys cuddled. He remembered the way you shivered when his fingers traced the tattoo coloured on your thigh he knew was hiding beneath the cotton of your loose black sweatpants. He remembered the way you intently listened to the audio clips he showed you, giving your honest feedback.

He remembered how red you got when his close friends, Johnny and Yuta, had walked in on the two of you slowly sharing kisses, and how he himself just brushed it off with one of his cheesy grins that really worked its way into everyone’s heart. He remembered the way Yuta threw a wink at him when they left after dropping off the coffee they had brought him to help him concentrate on getting his project done. He remembered the way you had mumbled, ‘that was so embarrassing’ even though his friends had seen plenty of PDA between the two of you before- you guys had been together for almost a whole year.

Almost a whole year. That’s what had killed him. It’d been his longest, most serious relationship, ever. He was never really one for long term relationships before- that was, before he met you. People would say that you were totally opposites of each other, but that wasn’t so. Outside of his extrovert personality, he was really down to earth, and like you, could spend the whole day on the couch, next to each other, reading books, or painting something. And that’s how you spent a lot of your afternoons, especially on your rainy days off.

He sat up, pushing his dirty blonde hair out of his drowsy eyes- he hadn’t slept the slightest bit of sleep, unable to let the past die. No matter what he did- and he really hadn’t done anything to get over you, to be fair- he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the two of you. About what could have been. If things hadn’t gone up in flames.

He didn’t exactly process the snap decision he made next, rolling out of the covers wrapped loosely around him, pulling one of his big black hoodies on, and just some old sweatpants that he usually reserved for cozy days in. He shouldn’t be doing this, but he was. Jaehyun grabbed his phone off the bedside table and shoved it into the deep pockets of his pants and hurried out of the dorm room, trying to be as quiet as possible- his roommate (Taeyong) hadn’t come home from work yet- he worked grave shift- but the place was finally starting to quiet down. Midterms would be coming up soon, so surprisingly, people were taking it pretty seriously. He pulled up his hood as he hurried over your place. Your dorm. A place where he’d spent hours upon hours upon hours inside. Your dorm, where he’d dropped you off after kissing you for the first time. Your dorm, where’d you’d stayed up with each other until four in the morning, until five in the morning, until the sun rose into view in your windowsill. Your dorm, where you’d spent hours binge watching Friends together, with takeout pizza, other times takeout Chinese food from this wonderful place down the road that delivered.

His knuckles gently tapped on the door, not yet able to wrap his mind around what he was really about to do. He knew he shouldn’t be here, you might have someone over, or you were asleep- unlikely, he knew how much of a night owl you were. And he was considering turning right back around and just going back to bed after taking a sleeping pill… but then there you were there, and he couldn’t act like nothing happened. Hair slightly mussed. An old tee-shirt. Sweatpants. You didn’t have the look of deadness on your face though, so that means he didn’t wake you up. However you did look groggy when you opened the door. And then you didn’t, when you realized that it was him.

“Jaehyun.” it wasn’t audible. Only your lips mouthed the syllables. He loved the way your lips looked forming his name, like something sacred.

It took everything in him to resist framing your face with his big hands and pressing his lips against yours. But he knew the longing was written all over his face- and he knew that you saw it. “Baby.” he mumbled, his chest suddenly very, very tight. He could barely speak. Everything hurt. It really did. He got lucky and didn’t have to see you anywhere besides anytime he closed his eyes.

“What are you doing here? It’s 3:00 AM-”

“And you were on my mind. I had to see you.” it came out before he could stop it. It came out like word vomit, he couldn’t stop it. It just tumbled out of his mouth.

You were visibly shaking, even though it wasn’t particularly that cold- and his hand lifted, as the words, “can I hold you?” escaped from him. You looked at him. He looked at you. You looked at each other. And barely moving your head, you nodded at him. And suddenly, you were being pulled into his arms, Jaehyun holding you as close as possible without hurting you. He didn’t want to be apart from you. He didn’t want this moment to end, even though he was so overwhelmed. He knew you had every right to be angry with him. But- “God, I missed you,” he breathed, hand cupping the back of your head for comfort. “I missed you, Jae,” your voice was shaky, like you were about to start crying. And that broke his heart, more than anything. Inhale. Exhale.

He held you tightly, whispering so softly in your ear, “come back home.”

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2020’s End and 2021’s Beginning | #48 | December 2020

If 2020 came in a flash, it ended with a fade. Still, it was a pleasant fade. I describe here my U.S. adventures from Christmas to New Year’s. For photos from these stories, you can check my WeChat or Instagram @memoryLang. I also reference tales from Christmas 2019 and New Year’s 2020, about which you can read in December 2019 and January 2020 stories. Onward to adventures!

Christmas 2020

Since my family couldn’t attend Midnight Mass as we usually do, a sister and I instead decided to carol at home. The year before, when I’d come home from Mongolia, we’d caroled at church. This time we caroled to Sister’s own piano accompaniment, with lyrics in old hymnals and online. We enjoyed singing harmonies inspired by Pentatonix and various years of choir. Through this, Dad mostly slept while other siblings did other activities. Our youngest sister was with her boyfriend’s family, our older brother with his girlfriend’s, and our stepsisters with our stepmom at their place.

On Christmas Day, my siblings and I readied the house while Dad helped our stepfamily finish cooking. The evening before, we’d done cleaning with Dad, too, but Dad always had more for us to do. Then the stepsisters and Tita arrived, bringing food with which we filled the kitchen island upon which my siblings and I had draped a large cloth. We watched online a Christmas liturgy while waiting for my older brother and his girlfriend to arrive, I botched the before-meal prayer since I was put on the spot, then we enjoyed a delicious meal of both American and Filipino dishes and desserts.

After the meal, we had about a half hour before Stepsisters needed to head to work, so we moved from the dining room to the living room for gifts. We began our Secret Santa. I delivered my gift first, to my youngest sister. She and the others felt amused that I’d simply wrapped the Amazon box in which her gifts came, scribbled out “Alexa” from some ads then wrote her name half a dozen times instead. Our oldest stepsister couldn’t make it since she was home with her partner and their newborn. But, she video called in to see my sibling’s reactions from her gift.

As gifts that I’d received from my youngest stepsister, I’d gotten new travel items, like a journal and eye mask. I felt delighted. From my dad and Tita, I received a new brainstorming notebook and a jacket coincidentally in my Hogwarts house colors of silver, black and yellow. From myself I received a CrashCourse Mongol t-shirt that even a Mongol friend recognized and loved!

National and State Parks, Monuments and Forests

From the next days, Dec. 26 to 29, my national parks friends and I embark on our last trip of the year, to see a collection of sights in Arizona. Over the next few days, we see Walnut Canyon, Petrified Forest, Meteor Crater, Sedona's Devil's Bridge and the Grand Canyon. I feel awed by the spectacles and amazed by the geological history of this earth. My friends and I take lots of photos.

As on our other road trips, we talk politics and life goals and telenovelas, too. As a group of minorities, we’re pleased with the presidential election results that released since our previous road trip. Still, we’re glad that the current administration has been able to get COVID-19 vaccines out to people even before the year’s end. I feel relieved that my prospects of returning to Peace Corps Mongolia seem more likely. Till then, we’re also glad that we’ll get more stimulus money to help cover our weird year’s last expenses. As for the telenovelas, I find out about Turkish and Hispanic stories, popular characters and a global community of viewers. Between the day’s adventures, I complete online at our hotels some freemium Pokémon yearend challenges, too.

Of the sights we behold, I’m most awed by the Grand Canyon. My family had visited it the year before we moved to Vegas, but that was over a decade ago. During that trip, my youngest brother had gone off the path to return down a slope to our minivan and had encouraged Mom to follow. Well, Mom slipped on the rocks and broke her ankle, which cut short that trip. I didn’t remember much from the Grand Canyon because of that.

On this trip, my friends and I see the snow-covered Canyon blanketed by encroaching cloud banks only sometimes split by sunlit rays. I love the rainbow of colors, from the red rocks to the aqua Colorado River. The pines of green and dark brown hold sheaths of white. The sky shows hints of violet from the blues and pink as our sun sets.

And the sheer faces of the rocks, my God—They were so steep! I’d wanted to hike into the Canyon, but the ice made that less safe. Instead, a friend and I hiked the southern Rim Trail to its first lookout points. I felt quite a fill of wonder. We saw fauna, too, perhaps elk. The animals added to the natural grandeur that we saw on our trek. With our trip having built up in scale from the smaller Walnut Canyon and Petrified Forest to the epic Devil's Bridge in Sedona, the Grand Canyon truly felt like our grand finale.

New Year’s Eve 2020

Just after midnight passed to begin Dec. 31, 2020, I was taking a few hours to wrap up my year-in-review post for WeChat, to share with my Chinese family and friends. Concluding it, I slept many hours. I re-awoke during what was daytime for Dec. 31 in Vegas but in Asia just past midnight to begin Jan. 1, 2021. For the next hour, Chinese and Mongol friends wished me Happy New Year, and I returned the greetings.

Vegas and Siblings

After I broke from my New Year’s greetings, my siblings and I spent a little over an hour playing Nintendo Switch games. My little sister with whom I’d sung carols on Christmas Eve did the “Animal Crossing: New Horizons” yearend event, so I joined her in co-op to gather resources on her island. Our younger brother wanted to play “Smash: Ultimate,” so the three of us played that next, including for the first time the Roy amiibo that our older brother had gifted me for my July 2020 birthday. I played a lot of Byleth and Corrin since I’d still “Fire Emblem: Three Houses” on my mind. (Just before Christmas, I’d finally reached the time skip in the Blue Lions story.)

After the games, our sister wanted to hike the Lone Mountain on the west side of the Vegas valley. So, we hopped in a sedan to ride over. Though on the day before, Sister had let me practice driving for my first time in over a year, I didn’t feel like asking to take on the highway. I comfortably rode in back.

The hike felt surprisingly strenuous, given that the small peak sat right there in Vegas. Though, our hike was much quicker than my national and state park and monument trails. The scenery reminded me of my trip to Red Rock Canyon back on Nov. 18 with another friend. With no discernable single path up Lone Mountain, I remembered hikes on Mongolia’s mountains. My siblings and I found its summit windy. I registered our names in a composition notebook at the top, then we proceeded down. On our way home, we passed through a shopping plaza from which I’d accompanied Tita to pick up food for my older brother’s March 2020 birthday. I felt amazed by how many months have passed.

Back at the Vegas house, I showered and had meal of Christmas leftovers. Then I finished packing my small personal item for my Allegiant flight, hopped back in a car with my younger sister, finished my last social post of 2020—a family-focused reflection—then began my march to airport security for Terminal A.

Even though I reached the airport at my flight’s boarding time, the place was so empty that I went through security and found my gate before staff finished boarding passengers. I’d received a message that a Mongol friend wanted me to review her personal statements before she submitted them for U.S. college applications. So, I finished reading and commenting on those aboard my flight before staff had us turn our devices to airplane mode. I felt stressed about having dropped my learner’s permit card somewhere, penned a last journal entry of 2020, slept through most of my flight then felt relieved when a flight attendant found my ID card before our plane descended.

Reno and Friends

I disembark from my flight to Reno just after 8:40 p.m. I feel touched on my walk from the terminal by the voice of Mayor Schieve in an ad, “If this is your first visit or your home away from home, welcome to Reno.” At this moment I realize that Reno really is my home away from home.

I exit the airport, where my guy friend who’d married last year walks up to me. To my surprise, his red sports jersey contains two Chinese characters, “火箭,” in gold across the top. He asks about their meaning. Given that we’re at New Year’s Eve, I think at first, “fireworks.” But, I know those characters as “烟火” /yānhuǒ/.

Certainly, his jersey’s first character, “火” /huǒ/, means “fire.” As for the second, I only recognize parts. The top’s ⺮ /zhú/ radical means “bamboo,” while the bottom part resembles “前” /qián/, which means “before.” As for what fire, bamboo and before mean together, I’m not sure.

While we walk, I at last consult my Pleco dictionary app. I scribble in the “箭” to see that it’s pronounced /jiàn/ and means “arrows.” This explains the presence of the bamboo radical. Thus, “fire” and “arrows” taken together, “火箭” /Huǒjiàn/, mean, “Rockets.” My friend explains that this is a sports team.

After getting in the red vehicle with his wife whose first wedding anniversary was just the day before, my friend explains that he’d gotten to learn about Chinese characters in his religious studies course about contemporary Daoism. So cool!

The couple and I had kept in touch the past year over video, but this New Year’s Eve is our first time together in the same city since my return to the Peace Corps in January. I’m elated to see them again! My friends and I arrive at the newish fencing studio of our friend who owns it and was part of their wedding party last year. Turns out that he’s relocated to a larger studio since the time that my friends took me fencing in the spring of 2018, before my second trip to China. This new studio used to be a mechanic shop apparently, so it’s quite spacious.

2020 Ends in Dodgeball

Though I don’t recognize the few others present, I’m warmly greeted by one who’s the girlfriend of our fencing friend. She introduces me to others. I’m touched by folks’ inclusiveness. I’m amazed to find on the food table Pizza Plus, as, just a few days before, I’d weirdly craved some Reno-Sparks Pizza Plus (which I hadn’t eaten in over a year). God blesses us.

For the next few hours, after a series of mostly leg stretches, we play a physically distant sport that I haven’t played in years, dodgeball. While I’m not used to dashing with a facemask on and sanitizing my hands between rounds, I have great fun. While my aim remains lacking, I can for the most part still dodge, and I’m able to swipe balls to hand to my more capable teammates. To my surprise, I receive MVP status from folks after finishing a round by catching a teammate’s fumble and getting our last opponent out.

A couple hours in, we switch games to a form of “Mushroom Ball,” a free-for-all type of dodgeball game in which we individually try to take out other players before someone gets us. In this game that we play till just before midnight, I do much better. I’m able to catch and throw at close range against folks who don’t notice me. Still, the amount of times others hit me causes me to really work my legs, since we squat when we’re out. My legs haven’t recovered much from the recent dodgeball, the afternoon Lone Mountain hike nor the evening flight from Vegas. Yet, I love the fun.

2021 Begins

My friends new and old walk out into the cold night of light snow, where one pops a shower of confetti and another a champagne bottle when we see fireworks appear across the valley of Reno-Sparks. We chat about our resolutions and take selfies. I recount memes about how saying, “2021,” sounds like, “2020 won.” We laugh and return inside as the wind picks up.

I discover that I don’t much like the taste of even flavored champagne, but thankfully my friends’ cookies have enough sweetness to cut the bitterness. My friends mention that their family always bakes holiday cookies, which brings back vague memories from their wedding when I stayed with their family at an Airbnb. Our 2019 had ended in what felt such different times.

My friend in the Rockets jersey talks up my accomplishments and Mongolia service, which makes me feel both bashful and delighted. Turns out that some of the folks at this little get-together had been looking into Peace Corps service! I share my experiences with them and my hope to return. One woman and I had even taken a class together in fall 2017, which feels like a remarkable blast from my undergrad past. Before the couple who brought me from the airport drives me to my family’s house, I exchange contact info with my new friends. I’m surprised to realize that the new fencing studio is just a few blocks from the neighborhood in which I’d lived from fall 2017 to spring 2019 graduation.

Into the New Year

I arrive at the now-quiet Reno house, where I continue to exchange New Year’s greetings over social media well past midnight. I shower then get my bearings while others are still out and about. After resting away the rest of my morning from aching over the eve’s soreness, I play some seasonal events on the freemium Pokémon games. Then, I reengage on social media with New Year’s greetings.

Quite liking the quiet home, I bring together this New Year’s blog story. Oddly enough, many of the couches that were in Vegas during Christmas are now here in Reno, since my parents and siblings had moved them while I was in Arizona. Curiously, the little neighbor boy had alluded to this when calling from his window when he saw me having just returned to Vegas. Before I’d left Vegas for Reno, I’d seen him on a hoverboard that he and his siblings had gotten for Christmas, reminding me of the one that my Mongol host family had gotten the August 2019 week when we’d said goodbye.

Here in Reno, there are Christmas leftovers brought up from Vegas, too. So, I’m grateful not to cook. For dinner, I reunite with the couple who’d greeted me last night, and we enjoy sushi to celebrate the end of their brief return to northern Nevada, in the fellowship of our fencing instructor friend and his girlfriend. I heard such wonderful stories from everyone and feel quite inspired for whatever blessings may come. Life’s been nice.

My New Year’s theme is, “serenity,” through which I mean to focus less on the things I can’t control and more on those that I can. Part of this will involve closing up some old projects and making myself ready to go back to Mongolia as soon as the time comes. This is at least going to soak up the first quarter or half of 2021. Perhaps when I’m back in Mongolia I’ll focus more on readjusting.

In the meantime, I’m trying to finish moving through the stories, “Kafka on the Shore” and “The Brothers Karamazov,” while I work on my memoir writing. I’m looking to finish my close-read of “The Souls of Mao” while I re-re-(re-, etc.)revise my thesis for journal submission. And, I’m looking to complete “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up” while I tidy my things. I always welcome new suggestions to my lists, and you can see mine on Goodreads.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

I look forward to writing to you soon in 2021. May you stay vigilant against the spread of the Coronavirus disease, as we await wider access to vaccines. I pray that soon our lives will open into the new world that we’ll know when we can at last be together again.

Sincerely, Daniel Lindbergh Lang

You can read more from me here at DanielLang.me :)

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Nutrition (Yoongi x Reader Fluff/Crack)

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Word: 1,634

Summary: Are you a fruit? ‘Cause honeydew you know how fine you look right now?

Note: This is set in Stupid!universe where Y/N and Yoongi are best friends that annoy the fuck out of each other. It was mentioned in the fic how Yoongi had to drag her to the grocery store at some point, and I got INSPIRED. Also, I’m not that witty, these pick up lines and jokes are from the internet, with a bit of iteration to fit the story line. Other than that, I really like this one. Maybe it’s bc I’m equally of a lazyass as Y/N? The banter is really my style... SO GET READY FOR SOME HELLA CRINGE LMAO.

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“Can I ride the cart at least?”

“Jesus fuck. For the third time, Y/N.—

—No.”

Y/N grumbled loudly, kicking at the tiny rocks under her her shoes. Yoongi pulled a large cart out of the store’s several rows, figuring that this grocery run would turn out to be quite a big one.

After countless attempts of convincing Y/N that PostMates and UberEats of grease-drenched Chinese food were not exactly the healthiest option, he had finally dragged her to the local supermarket. That was, after telling her that they were going for frozen yogurt and had ‘accidentally’ made a wrong turn to the store, “so we might as well, right?”

“This is no fun,” Y/N bemoaned as they made their way through the second set of sliding doors.

“When was the last time you’ve step foot in a grocery store?”

Y/N shrugged, “Last year maybe?”

“Jesus,” he huffed. “I should’ve guessed by that leftover salad rotting in your fridge.”

“It was a good salad, I was saving it for later.”

Yoongi tilted his head, “For six months?”

Y/N puffed out her cheeks and shifted from one foot to the other, avoiding the question. Yoongi knew that Y/N knew herself how bad her eating habit was. She was just too stubborn to admit it, Yoongi would know after all these years. And of course, he was very much expert now at dealing with her stubborn ass. He snorted, “Just stay by the cart, I’ll do the shopping.”

They made their way over to the produce section, but not after Y/N insisting that they should make a pit stop at the snack aisle first. To which Yoongi quickly denied and pulled her away with a tug of her wrist.

Yoongi began strolling around the section. The vibrant colors made each fruit look as if they were little gems and each vegetable look as delectable as ever, Yoongi grabbed a strip of plastic bags and began shopping.

“No, no, no. Not tomatoes!” Y/N ran up behind Yoongi as picked up the bright red fruit. “I hate tomatoes.”

“Well that’s too bad,” Yoongi placed it into a bag along with another.

“Dickhead,” she hissed.

In defeat, Y/N groaned and dragged her feet off to somewhere else. Yoongi watched her and made sure he could still see her out of his peripheral vision before returning to picking out more fresh produce.

She likes avocados, he thought to himself. But not too ripe. He took his time picking out the perfect avocado out of the large pile.

She can’t have mushrooms. Once he ordered had ordered her a stuffed Portabello at dinner which resulted in a night beside the toilet bowl. So he passed them without hesitation.

He gathered stuff he knew well Y/N could eat and stuff he thought she’d be able to tolerate. The produce in the cart quickly piled up with much consideration for each item and researches of recipes Yoongi could (with his utmost culinary skills of boiling an egg) attempt in order to have Y/N at least try something new. He made himself two mental notes: one, when he makes these, have 911 on speed dial (just in case), and two, to search up how the fuck to pronounce “açaí?”

Yoongi was choosing a bunch of spinach with ease when suddenly something popped up in front of him. And just a couple of inches away from hIs nose was a—

A pineapple?

“Hey, baby. Are you a pineapple? ‘Cause you’re one fine-apple.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N stood next to Yoongi and, still, with a pineapple held to his face, she answered, “I’m picking you up, gorgeous.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and swatted the yellow fruit away, “Fuck off.”

“Come on,” Y/N followed Yoongi as he stuffed the bag with spinach and made way back to the cart. “They might be corny, but I think they’re a-maize-ing!”

“I said fuck off,” Yoongi spoke. He pushed the cart over to the dairy section, where he grabbed a carton of milk and scanned the variety of cheese for a possibly healthy option—

“Hey, I know I may be cheesy. But I know you’d want a pizza this,” she gestured to herself. “Or do you prefer the whole pie?”

“Oh, fuck you for that,” Yoongi’s face twisted with distaste before pushing the cart away fast, letting Y/N shuffling behind him to catch up.

“Hey, at least take me on a date first,” Y/N pointed at the shelve of raisins and— Dammit. “But don’t worry I’ll go out with a cute-cumber like you.”

“I hate you,” he grumbled a tried focusing on the recipe he had pulled up on his phone, even he wasn’t processing a single word in front of him.

“Oh, donut be like that,” she nudged his side. “Anyone would be glazed to hear these.”

“Look, if you want to eat decent food for once,” He turned to face Y/N who trailed behind him. “I have to follow this recipe, so shut—”

“Oh, what’s on the menu, sweetheart?” Y/N tilted her head and pointed back and forth between her and Yoongi. “Is it me-n-u?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned.

“Because I’ll have whatever you’re having if it means getting those sweet buns of yours.”

Giving up entirely, Yoongi rushed out of the aisle with a hurry, plus, the old couple beside them weren’t giving the two the kindest of looks. He sped towards an open checkout and began loading the conveyor belt Even if he hadn’t gotten all of the things he intended to buy, this was good enough if it meant leaving this shitshow of a stand-up.

“Can we go to McDonald's after this?” Y/N came up beside Yoongi.

“No—”

“Oh, nevermind. I forgot I already have a McGorgeous right here,” and she poked his side, making him bend the slightest bit. Fuck being ticklish.

“Yah—”

From the other side of the register, the cashier chuckled and Yoongi snapped his head over to the young lady saying, “You guys are a really cute couple.”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped and he could feel the warmth creeping up at his cheeks, but before he could deny her—

Yoongi felt arms wrap around his torso while he stood frozen with kale in one hand and a bag of oranges in another. Y/N spoke as she hugged Yoongi with a wide grin, “Thank you, at least someone appreciates my jokes.”

She looked up at Yoongi with a snarl.

Yoongi wondered if she saw his face turn a blush color in the split of a second he took to pry off her embrace with much embarrassment. He also wondered if she heard how fast his heart pounded when she had her face that close to her head.

He hoped her stupid ass didn’t.

God, he hoped.

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Run off your smart ass mouth,” Yoongi continued his path towards his car still keeping the space between himself and—

“Oh, I know you were McLovin’ it.”

“Shut up, you fucker.”

After they loaded his trunk, the two got into the car without a second loss of Yoongi's continuous nagging of how publically humiliating the grocery trip that was.

“I’m never taking you anywhere ever again, you know that right?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Y/N drummed her finger against the dashboard with a lack of interest in what Yoongi had to say. “It’s not like I go out much often anyway.”

It was silent for a while, Yoongi thought about what Y/N had just said and, hell, it was true. You could practically mistake her for a hermit crab. She wouldn’t get out of the house, that was if it wasn’t for Yoongi and school. And he would try his best to visit her often, being the wonderful best friend he was.

“You have to get out more,” Yoongi spoke.

“I don't see why when I can just sit in the comfort of my bed and watch ‘How I Met Your Mother’ for the fourth time.”

“That’s not even that great of a TV show.”

“You’re point?”

“My point is...” Yoongi turned on to the main street. The car came to a stop at a red light, the engine hummed lowly and the radio tunes sounded gently in the background. The sun was about to set and he watched its final golden rays bounce off the hood of his car. The weather was cooling and he could feel the soft breeze entering the car with the windows rolled down. Yoongi glanced over at Y/N in the passenger seat with her legs tucked against her chest, how she always sat. She was busy giggling at whatever was on her phone screen that she hadn't noticed the way the corners of Yoongi lips curved up just the slightest bit. But, that was how it had always been.

And Yoongi hoped it would stay that way.

"My point is," Yoongi finally continued, eyes returning back to the road. "Instead of making shitty puns. Don't you want to, I don't know, explore the world or something?"

That same way.

“Do you want to see a picture of the world?”

“What—” Yoongi turned once more although what greeted him was not Y/N but Y/N's phone. The screen illuminated brightly, it was on selfie mode and it was a display of—

“Get it?—"

—’Cause you’re my world?”

That same old stupid, stupid way.

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