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Échappé / Chapter 9 (Branjie) - DenDenMonMon

A/N: So we only have this and another chapter left before the story is over. This was supposed to be some sort of joke. My friend of like ten years, better known as svpermodel, kept going on and on about this “Branjie movie” she wanted to see, I pieced her tweets together and offered to make it a fanfic instead. I knew very little about the pairing and secretly plotted to slowly turned it into a Trixya fic (which I kinda did lol), but never thought I would fall in love with these characters so hard. Needless to say, I had a total of four hundred and twenty seven breakdowns trying to figure out how to wrap things up, even when we had the outline done right from the start. It was so difficult for me to reach the end because… I didn’t want it to end. But enough of my rambling, thank you so, so much for reading and for taking the time to comment. It means the world to me.

As always you can find me as DenDenMonMon on here, twitter and ao3. -Monkey

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Chapter 9

It hardly ever rained in LA, except when something shitty needed to happen, then the sky seemed to be falling down in pieces. It was like a movie. When the climax was approaching, when the guy was dumped, when the girl lost her job, rain was always used to set a depressing mood. The drops carried instrumental music with them, intensifying notes that would lead the viewer to a tragic ending.

Vanessa liked the rain, she liked it a lot. She had come to enjoy it, to long for it.

Although, when it did rain, people didn’t know what to do. The city itself didn’t know how to react. The permanent state of sunshine made Angelinos forget that, every once in a while, the water cycle would make the clouds release countless gallons of rain. Yet, nobody was prepared for that one day of the year when the streets flooded and the canals overflowed, street posts fell down and the power went out. Nobody knew what to do with themselves when the TV signal became erratic, and billboards were ripped from their frames. There were car accidents, because one forgot how to drive when water fell from the sky, and currents dragged all the garbage left on the sidewalks.

Thankfully, it hardly ever rained in LA.

Goosebumps appeared on her arms as Vanessa exited the church. Every piece of uncovered skin complained at the sudden change of temperature. The cold wind, charged with tiny ice molecules, played with the skirt of her black dress. It was probably too short for the occasion, but nobody would have expected her to wear anything else. The heat of her body, as it encountered the cool air, made her cheeks blush; the cold wind bit the delicate skin of her face. She pressed the girl closer to her side as they walked down the stairs. Vanessa did have half a mind to put something with a little more coverage on Elena that morning.

The sound of her high heels, mixing with the droplets hitting the ground, made everything feel even more dramatic for Vanessa. The only thing missing was a thunder slapping across the sky right that instant, to complete the horrific cinematic scene. Thing that didn’t happen.

People rushed by them, waving with one hand as the other held umbrellas, or any piece of available paper, over their heads. Promises were shouted at them, to meet in a few minutes. Neither Vanessa or Elena felt like rushing their steps. Their faces were more or less covered by the big hats and the thin veils, which shielded them from the rain – and the social responsibility to be polite. They strolled across the long parking lot, allowing their bodies to get wet and clothes to stick to their skin. After all, it hardly ever rained around there.

There was a bench at the back of the church. Its color had faded; the hard California sun had slowly but surely eaten the deep brown that covered the contraption, leaving rusty tubes of metal in full display. Even though old and colorless, the bench still served its purpose. They sat on it, water that had gathered on the seat trespassed the fabric of their dresses and reached their legs. Vanessa gladly took the reminder that she could still feel something, even if it was just the rain.

She took a moment to evaluate her life, because it was the only logical thing to do as she sat in the rain at the back of a church.

Vanessa had always thought her life was the hardest. There were some problems placed in front of her that surely nobody else could take. She was a champ for making it through so much heartache and hardship. On some days she felt invincible, she yelled at life, or God, or destiny, to bring on the next challenge. She could take it. On other days, she felt like she deserved a break. Knowing that she could overcome whatever obstacle was placed in front of her, didn’t mean that she wanted to keep on doing so.

Life had been testing her for a bit too long, it was time for her to have some rest. She thought she had found that pocket of time and space where the universe had secluded her from all harm. That was when Brooke had been thrown into the mix. Of course, Vanessa couldn’t possibly break down the most important moments of her life without thinking about Brooke. It didn’t matter if their paths had crossed only a few weeks ago, Vanessa was sure that they had been meant to find each other since the beginning of times. The girl walked into Vanessa’s life and flipped it upside down. She had never lost the ground like that. Regardless of the many emotional hurricanes she had faced, Vanessa had never felt so lost, and confused, and twisted in her entire life. It had been beautiful; nerve wracking, but beautiful. Just when she was ready to open up her heart, to let someone else in and help her carry the weight, everything came crashing down. Bad things just kept coming, one after the other.

With each battle, Vanessa knew she had the option to either let the pain make her bitter or stronger. The line separating those two was sometimes hard to see, with a tendency to change positions with every situation. The line was wiggly, drawn with chalk that threatened to disappear with the rain currents; it was volatile. She prided herself in always choosing to be grateful. At least her life wasn’t as hard as the girl’s who clung to her arm right that instant. The same girl that had to look away as the casket of her mom was placed inside the hearse.

Ben parked right behind it, and Vanessa pulled Elena by the arm to get up. The driver rushed to them with an umbrella, ready to shelter them from the merciless drops, but Vanessa shook her hand in front of herself. It was pointless, they were soaked already. Silently, Ben nodded his head, walked the short distance he had moved from the car and opened the door to help Elena in. Vanessa, jumped in the passenger seat, as it had become her tradition. Ben didn’t stop her, he never did. He settled behind the wheel and turned the car back on.

They followed the procession in silence.

Elena looked out the window with a heavy heart, her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. Vanessa bit the loose skin of her cuticles; she tried to count the times the windshield wipers passed in front of her eyes. Anything that could distract her from the intense pain hovering above them.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a few minutes. “You really didn’t have to do this. You know I can’t pay you, right?”

With a soft smile, Ben’s stare found hers for the first time. The cars in front of them moved extremely slow. “You don’t have to, dear. I’m happy to do this, to help a friend.”

A huff escaped Vanessa involuntarily. “Don’t even mention that hoe.”

It was easier to stay angry, to be mad at the person who supposedly didn’t help; because anger was a lot easier to deal with than sadness. Vanessa couldn’t admit, not even to herself, that she had left a part of her in that condo, that every step she took away from that metal door felt heavier than the last. If she told herself how much she didn’t want to see a certain person, it prevented her from missing them.

Ben chuckled softly. “I mean you, you silly head. I’m doing this for you, and for her.” He craned his neck to look through the rearview mirror, spotting the girl drawing hearts on the tarnished window. “How is she doing?”

“Not well. It’s not like her mother was very present, but at least she had her mom, you know?”

Even when he didn’t know, even when he had never gone through an experience like that, Ben nodded. “I can’t imagine what she must be feeling; but, hey, at least she’s got you, huh?”

“Damn right!” With a heavy sigh she tried, unsuccessfully, to spot the girl through the side mirror. “She will always have me.”

Vanessa was set to keep her promise, she didn’t leave Elena’s side that day. They held each other as the casket descended, and together threw the first handful of dirt. They didn’t let go as they greeted people into Elena’s home. In a very Hispanic tradition, the whole neighborhood got together to say their final goodbye to a woman they didn’t like, showed up at the place of someone they constantly talked about behind her back. With a forced smile on her face, Elena accepted hugs, directed pots and pans wrapped with aluminum foil to the kitchen and jackets to her bedroom.

Soon, the small apartment was crowded with chatty ladies and running kids. Vanessa talked to some of the older women, discussing recipes she had never tried to cook, not even pretending she knew what they were talking about. She kept an eye on Elena, talking to her dance friends, putting a front, appearing much stronger than what she was truly feeling. Soon, Vanessa had enough and asked the ladies to excuse her so she could check on the girl.

“How you feeling, baby?”

Elena pressed her lips into a thin line, and shrugged her shoulders, not really wanting to give an answer. Silence enveloped them for a minute, until the other girls understood they needed privacy. Between whispers and made up excuses, they got up and left them alone.

Vanessa took one of the now empty seats next to the girl. “Aight. I get it. I’m done talking with those clucking hens over there, too.” She pushed her chin in the direction of the women she had been talking to. Her comment didn’t get the laughter she was expecting in response. Honestly, she didn’t even know what she was expecting, she had no idea how to act in that situation. But she did know Elena, and she knew that she needed to figure out things on her own. Vanessa wanted to be there, but, at the same time, give her enough space to breath. It was complicated, to say the least. “Fine. We don’t have to talk.” Her stare travelled around, her fingers tapped her own knee, unsure of what to do with herself. They both sat in silence, watching people eat, and talk, and laugh, because that was the norm in Hispanic households.

Suddenly, there was a tap on Vanessa’s shoulder. “Vanjie, can I talk to you?” Michelle’s steady voice saved her from the awkward moment.

“Bitch, yes!” Vanessa replied a little too quick, thankful for the distraction. Catching herself, she sat straight, placing a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Will you be okay for a minute?” The girl simply nodded her head, still in her absentminded state. Vanessa leaned towards her and kissed her temple, before getting up and following Michelle to a different room.

Michelle pushed the many coats out of the way and sat on Elena’s bed. The floral print, in soft pinks and purples, was a big contrast against the all-black outfit that Michelle was wearing. An aura of solemnity surrounded her as she looked across the small space but, truthfully, Vanessa couldn’t think of a time when Michelle looked anything but regal. Vanessa admired her, in every sense of her being. Michelle always knew what to say, what to do; her mind always worked out the perfect plan for whatever situation she encountered. The way she carried herself through life, with such confidence and certainty, was something Vanessa always wished she could do herself.

This time around, Michelle looked, if possible, even more majestic than ever. She straightened her back, her large breasts in clear view thanks to the deep cleavage. “I have good and bad news,” she spoke in the same ceremonious way that she had been acting all day. “Which one do you want first?”

The question startled Vanessa, she didn’t expect having to make any decisions during the conversation. “The bad, always the bad. Then we cover the wound with the good.” She nodded her head approvingly, agreeing with her own words.

For a split second, Michelle casted her eyes down. She tangled her fingers in her lap and sighed. The facade fell for a single beat of silence before she lifted her head and looked straight into Vanessa’s eyes. “We lost the center.” The words came out in a single exhale, in a monotonous whisper that barely registered in Vanessa’s head.

She heard it. Every single syllable of that message entered Vanessa’s ears. It was her brain the one that couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind the words. She could feel them bouncing inside her skull, crashing with every wall and resounding with each hit. The sentence had been simple, one would think four words, strung in such a logical order, would be easy to understand, even for her bilingual brain. Yet, each hop and jump the letters performed through the wiring of her head, made it impossible for Vanessa to let them land in a spot of comprehension.

“Vanjie,” Michelle snapped her fingers in front of her, landing her back into reality, forcing the cogs inside her mind to kick back into gear.

“Wha-what you mean we lost the center? That can’t be true. It ain’t happening. We got the money, we did. Exactly what they asked for. They just needed to finish off the paperwork. That skinny bitch told me the lawyers would take care of everything, she told me that…” Words spilled out without her permission, she didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. She went on and on and on, until she lost track of her own thoughts and simply let her mouth run, hoping Michelle would stop her. She didn’t. Michelle didn’t scream at her to shut up, to get a grip and get it together. Michelle allow her to let it all out. Vanessa only stopped once tears ran down so rapidly that words could no longer catch up. “What-what are gonna do? What can we do to save it?”

“Nothing.” It was clear, there was nothing complicated about Michelle’s statement. They had lost, and there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.

“What happened? Did they at least give you a reason?” Vanessa asked once she recovered a grip of the situation.

Michelle shrugged slightly. “Someone offered them more money.”

“Nah, child, they can’t do that. Can they do that? She said it was ours, the lawyers just needed to finish the paperwork.” She was repeating herself, Vanessa knew it, but maybe if she said it a lot, it would become a reality.

There was no response from Michelle. She sat there, watching Vanessa pace back and forth inside the small room, giving her the time to absorb all the information she had received.

“Can we, like, sue them?” A head shake answered her question. “Is there a way we can get more money? We still have, like, two more weeks, right? We can have another ball.”

Michelle lifted her hand, figuratively stopping Vanessa from continuing. “There’s nothing we can do. Trust me, I have tried every possibility, exhausted every chance from every angle. It’s gone. Actually, that’s where the good news comes from.”

Vanessa’s mouth fell open in surprise. “What you mean good news?! What kind of fucked up news could come out of this mess?”

“Vanjie, I need you to really listen to me. Before you say anything, I need you to pay attention to what I have to say.” There was a moment of silence. The two women simply looked at each other, connecting in a paralinguistic level that was so unequivocally theirs. “I spoke to the girls,” Michelle continued. “We want you to keep the money–”

“Bitch, you wildin’! What makes you–”

“I asked you to listen to me, Vanessa.” The name was what got her. Michelle rarely called her that, unless things turned serious. Vanessa sat down next to Michelle, opening her mind, heart, and ears, for what Michelle had to say. “Elena is going to need someone to look after her, help her with her homework, love her like she deserves. Fight for that girl, take her out of the abusive environment she’s fallen into and give her a home.”

Vanessa shook her head. She had thought about that. Now that Elena’s mom was gone, the most obvious option was the grandmother. It didn’t matter how big of an asshole she was, that cranky old lady was still Elena’s only family. Any judge with half a mind would allow the girl to go with her. Nobody really knew how she was constantly putting Elena down, minimizing her abilities, reducing her to nothing more than the daughter of a drug addict, destined to follow the same footsteps. Nothing the girl did was enough to her eyes. As far as Vanessa knew, the abuela never attacked Elena physically, she wouldn’t have the strength to; but her acid tongue knew how to cut right where it hurt, causing a lot more damage that any tangible wound. Vanessa had thought about getting a lawyer and trying to get custody of the girl. Her chances were slim to none. Not to mention she didn’t have a dime under her name, she wouldn’t be able to support the two of them. Hell, she wouldn’t have been able to afford the lawyer to start with.

“Do you really think the court would let her live with a stripper?” There was a huff coming from Vanessa’s lips, highlighting the absurdity of it all. “Who, on top of that, lives in a shoe box apartment with two other hoes?”

“No.” Michelle was not playing around, she was not entertaining Vanessa’s sarcasm. “That’s why you need to do some changes first. Use the money to get a good lawyer,” Michelle suggested, practically reading Vanessa’s mind. “Get out of that small place and find something better. I talked to some people at this complex, they have amazing student discounts.”

“But I’m not a student,” Vanessa reminded her.

“You are going to. There’s no way you will get a job unless you get your act together. That starts with finishing high school. I can help you look for night schools, or maybe online courses.”

All of that sounded like too much work, Vanessa’s mind was already rejecting the idea as a whole. She didn’t want to get her act together, she was doing perfectly fine as she was. Instead of spitting back all the reasons why she didn’t want to follow Michelle’s plan, she allowed herself to really think about it. Among all those excuses, there was one thing, bigger than any pointless pretext, that would make it all worth it. Just then, the only motivation that she needed to be better, walked into the room.

“Can I hide with you guys for a minute?”

Michelle smiled widely, patting the space between her and Vanessa. “Of course, kiddo. Come chat with us.”

Elena obeyed. She sat down on the bed and rested her head on Vanessa’s shoulder. Vanessa knew there was absolutely nothing she needed to think about. The decision had made itself right then and there. If it meant having that beautiful angel permanently by her side, she was going to change, she was going to be better. She was going to do it for Elena.

And she did.

The following two weeks came and went in the blink of an eye. Vanessa contacted a lawyer that Michelle recommended and, just like she had suggested, Vanessa found a much bigger apartment in a nicer area. The next step was finding a job that the family judge would find decent. She started waiting tables at a Mexican restaurant that paid shit, but had good tips. Her personality helped her a great deal in that area. She knew when to smile, when to flirt, and when to make the customer believe the side of tortillas was on her. Stripping was left behind, and she was surprisingly okay with that. It gave her a certain sense of peace to think that the last time she did it had been for Brooke.

During the whole process of rearranging her life, Brooke had always been a latent thought. Not exactly there, but never leaving her mind completely. Brooke had been right, Vanessa was meant to do so much better, to achieve greater things. Vanessa didn’t know why she had been so closed to the idea, why she had felt attacked instead of empowered. Her stubbornness, mixed with her unwavering pride, was a dangerous combination that forced her to push such an amazing person away.

She had tried, Vanessa had messaged Brooke. One simple text was sent with a waving hand emoji. In her mind, Vanessa planned a whole conversation as soon as Brooke texted back. She never did; and double texting was never part of Vanessa’s brand. That was when she put Brooke on the back burner and concentrated on Elena, and Elena alone, becoming almost oblivious to the passing of time.

Before she knew it, she was standing behind a yellow ribbon, waiting next to the most important people in her life, for their dreams to be shattered. The hot California sun shone above their heads, Vanessa placed a hand to shield her eyes from the brightness as she tried to look up. The large wrecking ball hung from the tall crane. It looked… powerful, she decided after a moment. It looked heavy, and extremely capable of destruction as it swung dangerously close to her beloved building. Workers walked around the area, shouting instructions to each other, and writing things down on clipboards. Vanessa watched them, with their big boots and yellow helmets, as they pronounce the time of death of the community center.

Trixie, stood next to her, chewing a piece of gum rather loudly. “Why don’t you say something? A few, like, encouraging words?”

Vanessa looked down at her feet. “There’s really nothing I can say.” Even when her statement had been negative, her eyes travelled among the people she loved the most. “There really are not enough words, in English or Spanish, to explain how devastating this is. It is something that you just… feel. We are all feeling the same thing, I think, and it fucking hurts.” Her voice broke a little; hot tears gathering at the corner of her eye. “I just… I really don’t know what to say.”

“Can I give it a try?”

All eyes were directed to the shadow walking their way. Vanessa turned around and that was when she saw her. The long blonde waves had been chopped, now straight hair framed her face, curling slightly around her chin. She looked different, but it was her. She wore a white button down shirt, a black pencil skirt, and the usual high heels. Same that resounded against the payment, just like they did all those weeks ago, when Vanessa met her for the first time.

Brooke waved at them from the other side of the yellow line. A small smile played on her lips, but she bit her lower lip to prevent it. She was happy to see them all again, she was happy thinking about all the good things that were about to come, but the emotion in the moment represented a complete contrast to her happiness.

“What is your ass doing here?” Vanessa asked defensively.

Brooke had expected nothing else. She sighed deeply before she looked straight into Vanessa’s eyes. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t contact you in the last couple of weeks. I couldn’t trust myself to keep my mouth shut. There was so much work that needed to be done before I could talk to you. There’s something that I need to tell you.” She lifted her head to address everybody that gathered in the park that afternoon. “Two months ago I was stuck in traffic and saw a group of girls dancing. It was like nothing I had seen before. They looked so happy, so genuinely happy just moving to the rhythm, with steps dictated by their hearts. I saw myself in them, the old me, the one that danced freely without a care. I just needed to talk to them. I wanted them to restore my love for dance. So I ran down from the car and approached them… then I met you,” she spoke directly to Vanessa. “You asked me if I was here to kidnap your kids and sell them in the black market.” There was a round of tearful laughter to her words. Brooke chuckled herself and took a risk, she extended her arms and held Vanessa’s hands in hers. “You love this place. You love it so much that you made me fall in love with it in an instant. I know how hard you have fought for it, how hard you worked to keep it from being demolished.”

“Yeah, well, here we are.” Vanessa tried to look away, to fixate her eyes on anything that wasn’t Brooke’s perfectly applied makeup.

“Yes,” Brooke agreed. “Here we are. About to start a new era. This building is going to be brought down just so it can be reborn as something bigger and better.”

Confused faces stared back at her, unable to follow her train of thought. Brooke chuckled once again and, still holding Vanessa’s hands, she directed her words to the crowd in front of her.

“This is your community center, the one you filled with love, and laughter, and music. You will still have the chance to do all of that, only that I have now decided to call it: The Dream Girls Youth Center.”

“You-you bought it?” Vanessa asked shocked.

Brooke simply nodded. “Yes, I did, but it’s not mine. It’s yours, it’s for the community. The only thing is that I have no idea how this works, I’m going to need someone to help me run it.”

In a quick move, Vanessa made her let go of her hands. “Bitch, the fuck you are talking about?”

Exasperated, Yvie slapped Vanessa’s arm. “She’s talking about you, you dumbass. She bought the center, is going to rebuild it, and wants you to run it. Am I right?”

Piece by piece the information was suddenly making sense in Vanessa’s head. The more she understood, the more she freaked out. “Is that true?”

A nod from Brooke answered her question.

“We get to keep the center?”

One more nod.

“And you want me to run it?”

Brooke finally allowed the smile to take over her whole face. “I could never do this without you, Vanessa. I’m going to need you by my side as we bring it back to life.”

Vanessa was physically taken aback by those words, she literally took a step away from Brooke as she digested the new information. They looked into each other’s eyes, feeling how their souls reconnected, making up for all the lost time. In that moment everybody but them disappeared, there was nothing around them but light. Emptiness surrounded them as their hearts synchronized yet again to beat at the same rhythm.

“By your side? Does this mean you are staying?”

Once again, a nod functioned as response. “If you want me to, that is.” Brooke moved as close to her as the yellow ribbon allowed her. She extended her arms, literally, figuratively, and even spiritually, baring herself to Vanessa. “What do you say?”

It took maybe a second for Vanessa’s brain to connect with her mouth, but it felt like an eternity before she could pronounce the words dying to leave her lips.

“Yes, bitch! Yes! A million times yes!”

She jumped straight into Brooke’s open arms. She wrapped her legs around Brooke’s hips and her arms around her neck. The caution band forgotten, crumpling between their stomachs. It became the least important thing once their lips met. They kissed with the passion they had built up, not only since the last time they saw each other, but with a yearning that came from a lifetime of being apart. They kissed slowly and deeply, letting go of all restraints and inhibitions. They kissed with full abandon, as two people in love that had finally found the person that complemented them.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #michelle visage #trixie mattel #yvie oddly #lesbian au #dance au #echappe #dendenmonmon #submission #bendelacreme

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holllandtrash · 7 years

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Rich Love Part 4; Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield

pairing: reader x tom holland / reader x harrison osterfield (triangle)

warnings: shit idk 14+? theres language and a lil sum sum

words: 3100+

summary: being harrison’s best girl (friend) (?) has some perks, one of them being you get to spend a lot of time with Tom and you really want nothing more than to confess your attraction for Tom but something always gets in the way, most times that something ends up being his own best friend

a/n : this is a chaptered fic, part 4 to come soon

part (1) + (2) + (3) + (4) + (5)

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Honestly, you didn’t intend to spend the day in Tom’s house.

He actually planned out an exciting day for the two of you.

After you sent him a private message over twitter, he sent you back his number because calling was a lot easier than texting. After a bit of back and forth, you found a day that worked best for the two of you.

You were thankful you took advantage of Tom’s suggestion sooner rather than later, especially because him and Harrison were leaving for Montreal in just over a week.

So when he picked you up one afternoon, he told you all about what was in store. Starting off with getting coffee at one of his favorite café’s, spending some time walking down the roads of London, only to see the spectacular street art – his words, not yours, and then maybe dinner, depending on if you opted to spend more time with him or not.

The first part of the outing went great. Tom paid for your coffee, which you told him he didn’t have to but being the gentleman that he was, he insisted. The two of you were only there for just under an hour before you got back into his car.

“I just have to make a quick stop at home.” he told you as he pulled onto the street you were walking down only a fight nights ago, “Harrison’s stopping by later to pick up some stuff but I forgot to hide the spare key for him.”

“Oh that’s fine,” you said, but you noticed the way he hesitated before saying his friends name.

“Have you talked to him?” he then asked, glancing at you from where he sat in the driver’s seat. You continued to stare out of the front window, “You know, since he tried kissing you?”

You sighed, really hoping that Tom would have avoided this topic in general. You were out with him, you didn’t want to talk about Harrison, “Yeah, sort of. We’ve texted but he seems so distant. I don’t know what’s up.”

“Really?” Tom seemed surprised but you were only being honest. After the incident, Harrison neglected to answer your messages for the rest of the day. He finally responded 24 hours later, but even then the conversation was short and he didn’t put any effort in.

He was the one who said he wanted to be back in your life, so why was he the one who was all of a sudden acting so cold? You hoped that whatever was going on with him, wasn’t going to last long because you really did want to be friends with Harrison again. And you wanted to put the almost-kiss behind you, especially since you knew it meant nothing to him.

“It’s fine, I’m over reacting. He’s probably just busy.”

But you looked over in time to see Tom’s jaw clench up as he adverted his gaze back to the road. You didn’t want to assume that he was keeping information from you, but it sure seemed like he knew something you didn’t. To keep from ruining the rest of your day with him, you bit you lip to avoid asking.

Tom pulled into his driveway and undid his seatbelt, “Want to come in? I can give you a quick tour if you want.”

And it should have been a quick tour.

But there you were, two hours later, still in his house.

Captain America; Winter Solider was playing on the large screen in the living room and if someone asked you, you’d say that the volume was much too loud. But Tom seemed to think otherwise. Something about getting the full experience.

Tom hadn’t tried anything. His arm was resting on the back of the couch, feet up on the coffee table as he watched the movie intensely. You sat beside him, not curled up to his side but close enough where every once and a while you could feel him twirl strands of your hair between your fingers.

Since you were a marvel fan, you figured getting into the movie would be easy enough. But you were half way through and the only thing you could concentrate on was Harrison.

Was he avoiding you?

You left your phone in your bag on the table when you walked into the house. Since you didn’t want to be rude, you ignored the urges to stand up and check it to see if he had responded to any of your texts.

“What’s up?” you heard Tom ask, reaching over to grab the remote. Once he muted the movie he dropped his feet from where they were perched up on the glass table and turned his body to face you. His one arm was still behind you and you felt it drop down to rub your neck softly.

“Pardon?” you asked, unsure what he was referring to.

“Clearly something’s on your mind.” The corners of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly, his smile assuring you that it was okay to talk to him, “You haven’t been able to sit still. I’m positive that you aren’t even watching the movie, so what’s up?”

You started to fiddle with the hem of the tank top you wore, sighing loudly before meeting his eyes.

“It’s Harrison, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” You admitted, even though you really didn’t want to talk about his best friend right now. The emotion Tom displayed on his face completely changed but you were stuck between reading it as sympathy or jealousy. “I just don’t understand because he’s the one who tried to make a move on me and he’s acting like it’s my fault, like I was the one who did something wrong.”

Tom remained silent, his gaze traveling back and forth from your eyes to your lips to where you played with your shirt. There was something on the tip of his tongue, you could tell by the way he leaned forward and parted his mouth, only to close it just as fast as if he was going to say something, but then quickly decided against it.

“Just tell me what you know.” It was more of a demand than a question, but your tone was soft seeing as there was no need to get angry or jump to conclusions.

“He told me he regrets it,” Tom started off slow, you knew what he meant but he still clarified, only making that pain in your chest grow larger “he regrets trying to kiss you.”

It shouldn’t have bothered you, hearing those words come out of his mouth.

You didn’t like Harrison. You’ve never had feelings for Harrison. If anything you were ticked off with him for making things awkward.

But he did used to be your best friend.

And you wanted him back in your life, as your friend.

So it really shouldn’t have bothered you.

But it did.

“Did he say why?” you asked, although you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know his reasoning, it would only sting more.

“He mentioned how he was scared it was going to ruin your friendship.” Tom brought his free hand up to rub his chin, his fingers scratching at the stubble he’d been growing out, “And completely unrelated, I only know this because he told me almost a month ago, but he’s not looking for a relationship. We travel a lot and he doesn’t want to commit to someone when he can’t even physically be with them. So maybe he’s worried that he led you on.”

That made sense.

But if Haz was so worried about messing up his relationship with you, then the logical thing would be to patch things up so you could both move on.

You hated how confused he was making you feel.

You released a groan as you dropped your head back. Tom’s hand worked to massage your neck, “He’ll be back to his normal self in no time. Like I said before, he’s dumb. He wants you in his life, I swear on it, he’s just distancing himself for the time because he thinks it’s what’s best for right now.”

You exhaled loudly, not knowing what else to say. There really wasn’t much you could say. Tom didn’t sugarcoat anything and all you could do was wait for Harrison to stop ignoring you.

Now that you thought about, there was only one other time he had shut you out like this before and that was when he kissed you in his room when you were fourteen. Yes, the kiss took you by surprise but you were more thrown off when you didn’t see him for almost two weeks after that.

Until one day you demanded to know what was up so you went to house and when his mom let you in, you barged into his room. At first, he didn’t say much but then he finally came around, explaining that he was scared he ruined his friendship with you. He didn’t want you to think that he had feelings for you and you knew he said more about it but it was almost ten years ago and you only remembered him rambling on.

That exact same thing was happening now.

So you would give Harrison some time. Clearly he was going to take it no matter what, but if in a few days he was still acting strange then you would confront him. When you did at the age of fourteen, things went back to normal. You only hoped history would repeat itself and you’d get him back.

“Sorry.” you turned your head to face Tom, suddenly feeling like an awful person. You had planned to spend the day getting to know him, not talking about his best friend, “I’m done with this Harrison talk, I swear.”

He chuckled softly, shrugging his shoulders, “It’s fine, honestly.”

Even though you weren’t close with Tom, you enjoyed talking to him. Not only did he thoroughly listen to you, but he didn’t just let you ramble on. He was active in conversations and always had questions. Throughout the entire day it had been nothing but chatter back and forth between the two of you, the only break you’ve had was when he turned the movie on.

And you didn’t want to say Tom was different than other guys because that was cliché and you didn’t often go on dates so you had no one to compare him to. But Tom was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He had a way of bringing a smile to your face. He was full of interesting stories that you found yourself getting lost in when he told them. Tom, although undeniably attractive and could probably get any girl he wanted if he tried, was taking his time getting to know you.

Was he hoping for another date?

Would you go on another date if he asked?

Or maybe he shared the same mindset as Harrison.

Since you didn’t often think before speaking, you asked. “Do you agree with Haz? About the whole not being ready to commit to someone thing?”

“No.” he responded without any hesitation as his brown eyes bore into yours, “I think that if you’re with the right person, things like timing and distance won’t even matter.”

“Interesting way of putting it.” A smirk played on your lips as Tom’s fingers continued to work on your neck, loosening up any tight knots. You couldn’t help but like the way the direction this conversation was going. Obviously he didn’t say that you were the right person, but he also didn’t shut down the possibility, “And are you looking for that certain someone?”

“I’m not necessarily looking but if I find her I wouldn’t complain,” Tom kept stealing the odd glance at your lips. Something that you always did when you felt the desire to kiss the person you were with.

You felt your heart race pick up and you were immediately brought back to a few days prior at Tom’s get together. When Harrison reintroduced you to his best friend and you felt your entire body freeze up as you stood in front of a man who if asked you to jump you’d respond with how fucking high?

You weren’t sure how Tom had this much control over you seeing as he barely even knew you. All day he’d been a total sweetheart. Acting like the kind of guy who would do that half jog around the hood of the car to open the door for you as you exit the vehicle. The kind of guy who would reach for your hand as you walked side by side down the street while you were in the middle of a sentence, just because he felt like it.

But right now you felt tension start to build as you sat silently in his living room, and the glint in his eyes gave you a different impression.

Right now, he seemed more like the type of guy to push you up against the door without even bothering to give you a second to catch your breath before attacking your neck with his lips.

The type of guy to bring you to your breaking point during a dinner party with friends, teasing you at the table by resting his fingers on your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you needed him the most. And he’d know too, which would drive you all the more insane.

“What are you thinking about?” Tom’s voice brought you back to reality, where you still had yet to fully meet either side of the man you pictured in your head.

“Oh you don’t want to know,” your voice was low as you tried your best to keep a straight face. You didn’t want him to see what he doing to you. Hell, he hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already a withering mess.

More silence.

It gave you time to think of something else to say, something witty or charming to allow you to come across as collected. Even though you didn’t feel it, you could still pretend as though everything was fine.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t think for long.

Tom’s fingers on your neck gave him the leverage he needed to pull your face towards his, giving you that much awaited kiss you’ve been craving since that first night. All of your air escaped your lungs as you brought your body closer to his, reaching your hands up to cup the side of his face where his jawline met his neck.

Tom’s own hands gripped tightly onto your waist as he grew tired of the distance, moving your body easily over his so you straddled his lap instead. His lips against yours were soft but the kiss itself was needy and full of lust. Tom tugged on your bottom lip which earned a moan from you and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring every aspect he could.

Your fingers pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck, and he tried to suppress the groan that was building at the back of his throat but when you heard it you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, knowing that you had found something that sparked his interest.

Rolling your hips downwards against his gave Tom the invitation he needed to push up the fabric of your shirt and the feeling of his fingers against your bare skin lighted a flame from within you. You knew you would be out of breath in seconds but that thought didn’t bother you. The only thing on your mind was Tom and how right this felt.

He pulled away momentarily, only to attach his lips to your neck instead. As he worked on finding your sweet spot you ran your hands down to the button up shirt that he wore. You fumbled with the first button, seeing as you were far too distracted to really focus on what you were doing.

“Just rip it off,” Tom’s voice against your raw skin caused your body to tremble, but you did what he asked. You pulled the shirt apart, hearing a few of the buttons hit the floor just as he found a spot on your neck to claim. He bit down softly and another whimper escaped your mouth. Tom smiled at that one, knowing that even in this position, he was in control.

Tom trailed his lips upwards, becoming painfully slow as he reached your jawline, leaving light pecks until he reached your mouth again. You weren’t prepared for the passion that fueled it. He gripped onto your ass and in one swift motion he had you pinned underneath him on the couch. You worked furiously to take off the shirt that was still loosely dangling on his body. Once you tossed it to the floor his hands found your waist, scrunching your tank top further up your body.

You weren’t sure how far this was going to go. He was already shirtless and you were just about the same. Tom could practically hear your heart racing as you thought about the actions that could have followed.

Had the front door not been slammed shut.

Tom leaped off of you as your body remained still on the couch. You saw him look for his shirt but give up once he realized it wasn’t within eye sight.

“Seriously?” You recognized that tone of voice right away. It was the same tone you heard all the time when you were growing up and you did something reckless.

It was Harrison.

“Mate,” Tom started to say, holding his hand out in front of him. From your position you couldn’t see the situation that was unfolding and you sure as hell didn’t want to. Making awkward and shameful eye contact with Harrison after he just caught you on the couch with his best friend was something you wanted to avoid.

“Don’t.” He warned him, “I came by to pick up some things but clearly I can see that I’ve interrupted something. I’m so sorry, please don’t let me ruin your fun.” The sarcasm that dripped off his voice made your stomach turn. You so badly wanted to get up and say something but you were frozen. Even if you could move, what would you have said?

Tom exhaled in frustration when Harrison opened the door and slammed it again, twice as hard as the first time. After a few seconds you regained control over your limbs and you slowly sat up on the couch. Tom stayed silent, but he sat down beside you.

Any moment that you had or that was building up with him surely left. Neither of you knew what to do at this point, you especially. At least this was Tom’s house. Were you supposed to just get up and walk out? Were you supposed to follow Harrison?

What exactly does one do in this situation?

“Well,” you sighed loudly pondering your next word carefully, “Shit.”

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Reunited

"Are you at it, again?“ Eunha scowled behind you while you quickly shut your MacBook so she couldn’t have access to invade your secret.

Geez, this sneaky head!

You cursed her inwardly, feeling embarrassed for caught stalking your ex-boyfriend.

Stalking Kwon Hyuk. Yes, it’s the famous R&B singer which known as his popular name; Dean. Your ex-boyfriend who made you stuck in forever couldn’t move on phase, the passionate Hyuk.

"What?” you turned your head to face her, giving your innocent look as if stalking your ex was completely normal behavior. Well, it was normal and understandable when you had broken up with him one month ago, but the fact was you had been doing this for three years, three years five months three weeks two days in exact number.

"You will only hurt yourself.“ Eunha said, but her voice sounded sad. She was the one who knew how hard you tried to let him go, but until now you never did.

"I know, can’t help.” You shrugged then looked out at the window, sighing.

You can’t stop thinking about him. Never.

You tried to not having an urge peeking his life, it usually work in a month or two but you would find yourself back to stalk him again. Checking the latest news about him, the girl whom he date and stuffs. You knew it’s not right and wasn’t a good effect for your mental’s health but you couldn’t stop yourself. His presence was like tattoo which deeply engraved on your life, it was never simple to let him go.

Curiosity can kills T-Rex and you didn’t want to die because of your curiosity even though you’re not that ancient legend animal, infamous Tyrano Saurus. You were always curious about his life, or like what Eunha called; stupid obsession.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to stop it, you tried. Multiple times, you blocked him on twitter, telegram, kakaotalk, even in instagram, but in the end you always back to your instagram account and peeked his life through your another account.

It’s like wanting your wound to be healed but you keep scratching it, it never make the wound any better, it make it worse and you just didn’t care.

Added this on the the list; nothing help when wherever you are, his songs and his name always can be heard. He’s on the top of his career, having his second mini album released, bunch of featuring with other talented artists, countless commercials, and lastly being one of judge on Show Me The Money 6, hell was increasing his appearance everywhere.

Then what do you have to do except accept the reality that you never could run away from him? It’s suck, and that’s how life can be. Take it or leave it.

Living as radio announcer made you listen and read everything about him, whether you like it or not. But it’s your job that we’re talking about, be professional was the best decision. And no one knows you’re his ex-girlfriend, well you also didn’t want others to know. His fans could be so brutal and aggressive if they knew the incompatible girl who dated their oppa, jealous fangirl could be so scary and dangerous.

You shook your head, shuddering at the thought about what they could do to you. Threat, murder, bully, kidnapping or violence.. Anything could happen.

“Y/n, have you read the script for the interview next week?” Your senior’s voice made you jump out from your seat.

“Uh?” You looked at her, completely bewildered.

“You are not listening to me, aren’t you?” She put her hand on her hips, ready to scold you.

You gave her apologetic smile, “sorry, what did you just say?”

“You’ll be the host for our interview with Dean, have you read the script?“

Crap. You forgot. No, not completely forgot. You did read it but you were planning to switch your interview session with Eunha, because you didn’t want to interview this artist.

"Sorry, sunbae..” you mumbled, thinking what kind of excuse you would say to avoid this interview.

“Have you read it or not?”

“I have, I did..” you nodded.

Shit, you were really bad at lying.

“Good, then you must be ready. He will have this interview next week, talking about his new single and we’ll have little bit personal question.”

"…“

"Y/n?!” She called you because you didn’t give response.

"Yes?“

"Why are you looking so uninterested? It’s Dean, all the girls love him. You should be happy because there’s a lot of girl want to be in your position."

And here you did your best to not rolling your eyes at her.

"Maybe they could take this opportunity?” You shrugged, not wanting the conversation going further. Or else, you would spilled the truth, rambling about how you cope with the sadness and regret for breaking up with him.

"No way, I don’t want them going crazy while interviewing him. It will make him uncomfortable.“ She reasoned.

"But Eunha said she wants to do it.” You lied, you haven’t asked her yet and you were one thousands percent sure Eunha won’t do it either. You just needed to save your own life and sacrifice her.

"Nope, I need her for another project. You’re the best, You aren’t affected by him, it will help to smoothing the interview.“

Smoothing the interview but ruining my life? Yeah, thanks. But your life already ruined by the time you chose to break up with him. Once again, thanks for reminding me.

You couldn’t hel but scoff.

Thirty minutes before on air, you kept fidgeting your fingers; absolutely nervous. It’s been so long time since the last time you met him, it will be the awkward radio interview on your history.

Minutes passed and you heard someone opened the recording room.

"Hi.” He greeted casually.

You wanted to say hi but all you could do was only nodding. He was standing across you with his million smile, looking so attractive without even trying.

His washed ripped jeans gave you glimpse on his right knee and his black sweater wasn’t helping to calm your nerve. His body screamed muscle everywhere, sure he had been hit on gym more often for the past years.

Cutting the awkwardness, you acted professionally, asking him few questions based on the script, helping him to promote his album and made sure the listeners wouldn’t miss to watch SMTM6. Dean himself on the other said looking really calm and reserved, he went very well answering the questions. He even brought your favorite Starbucks hot chocolate which made you can’t say no.

Who’s crazy to say no to hot chocolate, though?

Finally. It was on your last section, you had one last question left on your script and then asked him to sing his song in acoustic version.

"Dean-ssi, recently you did a lot of featuring with other artists, among of them is there your favorite?“ You asked, still managed to look him at his eyes even though you wanted to end this interview quickly.

"Ummm..” He tilted his head slightly as he thinking the answer, looking so freaking adorable and hot at the same time when he ran his fingers on his hair.

How could he manage that thing? Damn for his gorgeousness-

"Every featuring has its own unforgettable moment..“ he said, snatching you back to reality and stopping you to ogling at him, "It’s hard to pick one when the fact I adore all of them. The only I can do is getting better in each collaboration, they’re all very precious moments for me and my musicality.”

Ha! The cliche answer, of course he won’t say who’s his favorite. It will only make the others feel bad.

“I see..” you agreed, “but I do like your collab with Loco, his rap and your voice goes well on that song.” You stopped talking when you realized you just make your own honest opinion, it wasn’t written on the script.

Darn-

Dean couldn’t hide his smirk, his eyebrows looked like they mocking you. Your opinion was like feeding his ego and it wasn’t your intention though.

“Really?” He nibbled his lower lips, teasing you, “you listened my song?” His eyes were twinkling in amusement.

“Yeah.. It’s a good song.” You admitted, next time you should stick on the script instead of improvising by your own. You and your mouth needed to talk after this, it needs to stop speaking your heart loudly.

But the song was really caught your attention, you were completely honest about your opinion. You liked the song, and you have it on your phone.

“You didn’t say it only for making me feel better because I’m the guest, did you?” He asked again.

Why did you feel he was the interviewer and you were the guest?

“Of course not.” You defended, sometimes being nice to the guest needed, that’s why the interviewer would say they listened or watched the guest’s work, call it ethics code but you’ll need it in any occasion.

“Do you have it on your phone?” He dared you, gaining chuckles from his manager, your producer and few his fans which lately you knew they’re all your co-workers. They’re Dean lovers while you were Dean’s lover. You was his lover, a long time ago. But unfortunately for you, he’s still your lover.

You aren’t going to let this topic down, are you?

You gave him that look but he only smiled in victory.

“I do.” You couldn’t stop yourself to not glare at him.

“Can I check it?” He really loved to test your limits.

You sighed inwardly but at the end you gave your phone to him, showing your iTunes playlist. The entire Korea was listening you and Dean, you won’t let them down and gaining hatred comments for lying to their oppa.

He gently brushed his fingers on yours when he took your phone, you freeze for a second when you realized he did that on purpose. Dean’s seemed not caring at all, he played innocent as if nothing then he casually pressed the play button, placing your phone near the microphone to let the world knew that you’re not lying.

He played his newest song, Love featuring Syd.

“You really have it.” He sang proudly.

“Of course, didn’t I tell you earlier?” You suppressed your urge to not rolling your eyes and scoffing at him, well his manager was there and his bunch of lovers were there too! Literally everyone on his side.

You noticed he was typing something on your phone very quick and skilled before he gave your phone back. He reached out your phone back to you in polite manner, then you took it from him real quick, more like snatching.

You looked at it in disbelief when you noticed what he wrote earlier, just when you looked at him, he already staring at you with his deep eyes while you looking at him with your mouth hanging open, wondering what on earth he just did.

He opened note application on your phone and there’s his words typed on it;

I miss you, please come back.

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