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Title: Sweet Melody

Genre: Idol! Jungkook, Idol! reader, girl group! reader, established relationship! au, infidelity! au, childhood friends to lovers! au, breakup! au, smut, and angst

Summary: Love is the greatest feeling a person can feel but it can also destroy you as fast as you can say I love you. Y/N L/N has been in love with Jeon Jungkook since she was fifteen and they’ve been together ever since. Being in the same industry, she had a better understanding of how busy one can be and never put it against him. It wasn’t until he shockingly broke up with her and the next week he was seen with a mystery girl. Her group decides to write a new song for an award show and Y/N knows exactly what the song will be about or who to be exact.

Warnings: Cheating, fighting, physical violence (slapping and punching), blood, hospital, self doubt, insecurities, flashbacks, fluff, angst, and sex scene

Part of Little Mix’s Mixtape series!

“As the maknae of the group, Y/N, where do you see yourself in the future?”

Y/N was brought back to reality and she gave the interviewer a small smile. She leaned forward looking at her leader, Yujin, for some confidence. The older girl gave her a small smile and a nod making Y/N feel somewhat at ease. She was never good at interviews. She looked back at the interviewer and pushed some hair behind her ear,“I want to see Eden doing our best and being together forever because I love them so much. They raised me.”

He gave her a smile and shook his head, “I’m talking about personal life. How about in ten years?”

Her eyes widened and looked down at her fingers with a shy smile and then looked back up, “I would be thirty-four…I would like to be married and have at least one child. That’s the dream but honestly I can only truly see myself with Eden. Singing is my life and I think it will continue to be with me. Ten and twenty years down the road, singing will always be my future.”

He nodded at this and turned towards another member as Y/N continued to stare at her fingers, tuning out the conversation around her. Ten years…in ten years she hoped Jungkook and her were married and living the life that they always talked about. Living in a house near the beach with a garden in front, a big backyard for Bam and a baby on her hip looking into the waves while Jungkook has his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. This was the future she always imagined and discussed with him, the perfect ending.

L/N Y/N and Jeon Jungkook have been together for nine years. Ever since they were fifteen, Y/N knew Jungkook was the love of her life. He’s her first and last love. The two met at an audition, Y/N saw him dancing and he heard her singing with the most angelic voice he has ever heard. Even though they were shy, they still found a way to get together. It was like something was pulling them together and who was she to ignore the obvious attraction.

“That’s all the time we have, thank you so much Eden for being here with us. We can’t wait for your next mini album, any hints?”

Katie gave the camera a small smirk, “Mature. That’s all you get!~”

Y/N glanced at her members with a big smile as she waved goodbye at the camera. Being the only introvert in the group had its hardships but she wouldn’t change it, she loved how things were. She bowed at the host and the group walked off into their dressing rooms to gather their things and leave. EDEN is a girl group under Willow Entertainment and they are the current Rookie of the year. The group consist of four girls, Kim Yujin; the leader and oldest, Lee Katie; the main vocalist, Lee Seoyeon; the main dancer and Y/N L/N; the golden maknae. The group had the highest sales for a girl group debut and their first comeback broke more records.

EDEN was different from other girl groups because they were all in their twenties when they debuted. Their concept was mature and it was something no one saw coming. Their debut song Think About Us became a huge hit in Korea but also in the west which surprised everyone because they were rookies. They made it to the top five on the billboards with their single and it caused people to pay attention to them.

Y/N grabbed her purse when she felt Seoyeon’s arm around her shoulders giggling to herself, “Neh, when the interviewer asked about your future was Jungkook in it?”

Y/N’s face turned red and pushed her arm off of her and hid her face with her purse, “Yeah...leave me alone.”

“Awww, Y/N, that's so cute. You guys have been together since forever, that's crazy to think. When are you guys going to get married?”

“Seoyeon! Leave Y/N alone!”

Y/N glanced at Yujin who had her hands on her waist giving Seoyeon a dirty look. Seoyeon let out a sigh and nodded her head, “You never let me do anything...”

Y/N watched Seoyeon go towards her bag while Yujin went up to her with a smile, “You did really good out there, Y/N.”

“Thank you, unnie. I hope Jungkook sees it...”

Yujin sighed and wrapped her arm around her shoulder as the younger girl stared down at the floor, “Did you guys get in another fight?”

“I wouldn’t say fight...he got mad because I asked him how his day was. He said I should know he's busy because a comeback is near for him. I walked away and I haven’t heard from him since.”

“That’s not good...mmm...Do you want to stay with us in the dorm? Maybe separation is good for you guys.”

Y/N looked up at Yujin who was giving a soft smile, she nodded her head, “Yeah that sounds good. I need to go home and get some clothes though.”

“That’s fine, I’ll take you there.”

“Thank you...I’ll make some dinner and leave it out on the table. It’s a quick dinner, is that okay?”

“Whatever you want, Y/N.”

The night before, Jungkook got mad at her. She couldn’t understand the anger towards her when all she wanted to know was if he was okay. Jungkook had the tendency of overworking himself and there’s been a couple of times that Y/N had to help pick him up from the ground because he fainted. She loved him with all her heart and she knew how important singing was to him but his health should be important as well. She slept in the guest room that night as she listened to him singing in the recording studio.

Y/N was cooking dinner that night and it was all of Jungkook’s favorites. She finished the last dish and set it on the table with a proud smile. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and took out her phone to see that Jimin messaged her.

“Hey, Jungkook’s coming home. We forced him to go home early because of how tired he was. Take care of him, thank you always.”

She frowned at the message and sighed to herself. She knew something was wrong with him that morning because he didn’t even wash his face or kiss her goodbye. She sat at the table and waited for him because she was scared to see how he’s going to react. She heard the front door close and the silence in the house sent a nervous shiver down her spine. She stayed seated as her heart beat consumed her thoughts.

She glanced up when she saw a mop of black hair and by instinct she jumped up, forgetting the fear she had, “Jungkook! How was your day?”

He let out an irritated laugh and side glanced at her, “I’ve been busy, working unlike you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at this but shook her head, understanding that he's been stressed lately, “I know you’ve been busy which is why I cooked you this big meal.”

He scoffed at this and tossed his bag on the couch and he stood in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed, “what would you know? You barely have been doing this for a week, don’t act all high and mighty.”

“What? Jungkook, I just want you to unwind.”

“How can I? You act like you understand when you're just a rookie. Good job you got some celebrities from America to notice you, what do you want a gold star? You don’t understand the busy schedule that I have and you never will. You will never be where I am. ”

She stood there staring at him with a blank expression. She shook her head and grabbed her phone from the table. She walked past him and she made sure to hit her shoulder with his and walked into the guest room, locking the door behind her.

She stared outside as the streetlights blinded her when she finally left her thoughts. She turned around to see Yujin singing a random song on the radio, making her smile. All the members left for the dorm while Yujin drove her to her house. All the members gave her confidence but deep down she knew she would always go back to him, no matter what. She knew he never meant to hurt her because he was evil. It was just a stupid fight and he was stressed. Not an excuse but she knew it wasn’t him.

They drove into her parking lot and she stared at the house with a blank expression. She swallowed her spit and looked down at her fingers as she started to pick the skin around her thumb. Yujin saw this and placed her hand on top of hers and gave her a small smile, “Hey, it's going to be okay. I don’t see his car, which means he's not here, that should make you feel better.”

“Jin, texted me that Jungkook was doing better today. That makes me feel better in a way. I’ll be back okay.”

“Okay.”

Y/N got out of the car and headed inside feeling Yujin’s eyes on her back the whole time. She walked in and the smell of Jungkook hit her nose as she stood there with a frown. She quickly shook her head and headed into the kitchen to quickly cook something for him. She made grilled pork and rice, thinking that was enough because honestly, she didn’t have the energy to cook more. She walked into their bedroom and jumped in the doorway when she saw Jungkook sleeping. It looked like he just jumped into bed because he was still in his practice clothes and shoes. She frowned at this because it was clear to her that he was tired but she couldn’t cave into him.

She slowly walked to her dresser to pack some clothes when she heard her name in that soft voice that she loved, “Y/N? What are you doing?”

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to face Jungkook who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. She continued to stare at him and shook her head. She turned back around to continue to go through her clothes, ignoring the sounds of the bed indicating he was moving towards her. She felt his hand and warmth on her shoulder but she couldn’t turn her head to look at him.

“What are you doing?”

She sighed to herself and turned her head slightly but she still wasn’t fully looking at him, “I’m staying at the dorms.”

“What? Y/N, babe. Please don’t, the guys talked to me about it and I realized how wrong I was. I didn’t want to text you because I wanted to say it to your face. I’m sorry for yesterday, I should’ve never said what I said because your doing such a good job at this and fuck, I’m sorry for bringing you down like that.”

She dropped her shirt and turned around to face him to see that his face was sincere, “Jungkook...You can’t get stressed and then take it out on me. It’s not fair.”

“Fuck, I know. Y/N, I’m sorry.”

He got up from the bed and rushed to her side and pushed her head to his chest. She took a deep breath and his scent made her heart beat faster. She nuzzled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. They hugged tightly for a couple of minutes and he was the first one to let go to look at her, “Y/N, I’m sorry. Please stay...”

“Okay, let me tell Yujin. She's in the driveway.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

She gave him a soft smile and a small nod. She got up from the floor and headed towards the door but before she could leave, she turned around to face him. He was giving her a small smile and that soft look that he always gave her. It was for her eyes only. She walked out feeling lighter than she did entering the house.

Yujin rolled down her window with her eyebrow raised when she saw the lack of bags, “What's going on?”

Y/N gave her a sheepish look and rubbed the back of her head as she leaned against her car door, “Jungkook apologized to me and I think we're going to talk about it. He looked very sincere...”

Yujin nodded her head and let out a deep sigh, “Do you think it's the right decision? You guys have been fighting a lot in general...maybe a night away could help you guys.”

“I’m going to stay with him...I mean I snap at him when I’m stressed. This isn’t normal for him, it has been a long year for him.”

“If you think it’s the right thing to do then I’ll support you. I’ll text you when I get to the dorms and please don’t hesitate to text me if something happens, okay?”

Y/N gave her a nervous smile and nodded her head, “Unnie, you don’t need to worry. Everything is going to be okay.”

Yujin nodded her head at her and gave her a thumbs up, “Alright, bye. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.”

“Okay...bye.”

She stood there waving at the older girl who was giving her a small smile but her eyes told her something else. Her dark blue car was out of her sight and she stood there hugging herself as the cold caressed her arms. Did she make the right decision?

She sighed to herself and turned around to see Jungkook standing by the doorway with a blanket in his hand. He slowly walked up to her and wrapped the pink blanket around her, making her heart flutter. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she nuzzled into his chest. He smiled at this and kissed the top of her head, “I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve to be talked to like that even if I was stressed. It doesn’t make it okay.”

“Let's just sleep for now.”

The young couple walked slowly into their home with the tension still lingering but it wasn’t the main focus anymore. They laid in bed with her head on his chest and his arms around her waist, he was going to make it better no matter what.

“Babe, your mom called.”

Y/N looked away from her mirror and stared at Jungkook with wide eyes, “Where’s my phone?”

“In the living room.”

It’s been a week since Jungkook apologized and things were slowly going back to normal. She wouldn’t let him get off that easy because he wouldn’t learn anything. He was sleeping in the guest room by her request because she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with him in the same bed. This morning was different. Y/N was on edge all morning waiting to hear from her mother because she was finally getting the open heart surgery that she desperately needed. Jungkook tried his best to be supportive but also respect her boundaries.

She rushed to the living room and picked her phone up with a frown. She took a deep breath and dialed the number while Jungkook watched from the kitchen, “Dad?”

“Hey, sweetie...”

“Is everything okay? You didn’t call me yesterday.”

“I know. It's been busy, very busy. Mommy had a complication with the surgery and she's recovering well now.”

Her eyes widened at this and glanced at Jungkook who saw the small tears forming in her eyes, “What was the complication?”

“She bled more than they thought she would but she's recovering nicely now. I’m just waiting for her to wake up.”

“Is George there?”

“Your brother just left to take a shower. He’s been here since yesterday morning.”

She sat on the couch rubbing her forehead trying to stop herself from crying, “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

“Nonsense, without you, we wouldn’t be able to do this.”

“Daddy, I still feel bad I can’t be there for you and George. I’ll visit later this week.”

“Whenever you have time, sweetie. I love you, bye.”

“I love you, bye.”

Y/N stared at her phone with a blank expression and closed her eyes trying her best to calm herself down. She felt the cushion next to her sunk in but she didn’t bother to open her eyes. Jungkook wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her into him. He kissed the top of her head and she nuzzled into his neck.

“Is everything okay?”

“Moms going to be okay…she bled out more than they thought but she’s going to be okay.”

He kissed the top of her head again and rubbed her arm gently, “That’s good isn’t it.”

“It’s good but…I still feel uneasy about everything.”

“I understand that but you have to think positive. Your mom is going to be healthy.”

“I know.”

He removed his arm and rubbed her thigh gently making her look up at him making him smile down, “Can I take you out for dinner?”

“I thought you needed to re-record something…”

“It doesn’t matter, I need to be with you.”

She smiled at this and intertwined her fingers with his, “Okay.”

The two walked to Jungkook’s car as he held her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. He opened her door and helped her get in the car. Before he closed the door, he leaned down and kissed her forehead gently making her smile. The drive to the restaurant was filled with soft classical music and small talk between the two. Even though there was tension between the two, she needed him tonight. She can push aside the fight and pay attention to feeling better.

He opened the door and she glanced at the restaurant and her face flushed when she saw it, “This is where we had our first date…”

“I thought somewhere we knew could give you comfort.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head. They intertwined their fingers and entered the small ramen shop like how they did all those years ago.

It was Y/N’s sixteenth birthday and Jungkook asked her out. This was the first time she was having dinner with someone other than her family for her birthday. She was excited but nervous. She stood in her room and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a simple pink dress with a small bow around her waist. Her mom helped pick at the dress and it made her love it even more.

“Is that boy going to treat you right?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and turned around to look at her older brother, George, “Georgie, we’ve been together for almost a year.”

“Yeah but this is the first date you're going on with him.”

She sighed and shook her head at him, “Georgie, he's been busy with training and this is the first time he got a break.”

“Fine, I’ll accept it because you look really happy right now and that's all I want for you.”

She smiled at him and walked up to him giving him a small hug. He returned the hug and kissed her forehead, “Do you want me to drive you to the restaurant?”

“Can you? Dad said he didn’t want to see Jungkook because he was going to cry.”

“Yeah, that sounds like dad. Alright get into my car.”

She ran to the car while George smiled at her. The drive there was fast and most of the time George was giving her rules for the night. Y/N only nodded her head towards her brother as she listened to the soft music in the background. When the car stopped, she stared outside the window with wide eyes and the nerves turned into excitement. She saw Jungkook standing outside with a bouquet of flowers and he kept messing with his hair. She laughed to herself and opened the door, “I’ll see you later.“

“Remember what-“

She shut the door and walked towards him with a wide grin as he gave her a nervous look. Each step she took, the nerves were slowly making their way to her heart and she started to sweat a bit. When she stood in front of him, she took a deep breath and waved gently at him. He nervously brought the flowers up to her and she happily accepted it, “I know you really like baby's-breath…I wish I could get you a better bouquet.”

She shook her head as she looked at the flowers with a gentle look, “No, I love them, thank you.”

He gave her a wide grin showing off his dimples as he scratched the back of his neck, “My hyungs told me about this place so I thought…I thought it would be good. I know we’ve been dating for a year and I haven’t been able to take you out and I’m sorry about that. I hope you like-“

“Neh, Jungkook. As long as I’m with you, I will love it.”

Jungkook’s face turned red and nodded his head at this, “Yeah…same.”

Jungkook pulled out her chair and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, making her giggle. He sat across from her and he admired her face as she looked at the menu. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, “Is there something wrong?“

“Just you being so beautiful.”

Her cheeks turned red at this as she shook her head at his comment. She pulled the menu upwards, heading her face towards him, “I’m thinking of just a simple ramen…what about you?”

“I’m just going to get the spicy ramen I always get. I guess the real question is, what are you getting for dessert?”

“I kinda want pudding…you know like what we had on our first date.”

He smiled at this and grabbed her hand from across the table and gave her a smile, “Y/N, I’m so happy that your mom is going to be okay. I knew it from the beginning.”

She rubbed his knuckles with her thumb as she glanced down at his tattoos, “You were always there when I got any new updates to make me feel better...Jungkook, I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession but it quickly changed into a smile. He leaned forward, giving her a quick peck on the lips. She smiled shyly at this and took a sip of her water ignoring his bunny smile. After dinner, Jungkook drove her to the Han river to spend more time with her and to confess something.

He placed a blanket on the ground, an area that was secluded from everyone. She sat down on the red blanket and gave him a small smile, “You planned this didn’t you.”

“Maybe I did.”

He gave her a smirk and sat next to her as she put her head on his shoulder. He placed his hand on top of hers and sighed to himself, making her look up at him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah...Y/N, no matter what happens in the future...just know I love you. I love you so much, okay?”

She moved her head away and stared at him with a confused look, “Jungkook, I love you too...is everything okay?”

He gave her a tight smile and nodded his head, “There's a project I’m working on and it's been really stressful trying to complete it. It’s going to require me flying out more to LA...I just don’t want us to fall apart.”

She gave him a sympathetic look and leaned forward giving him a kiss on his cheek, “I understand. We won’t fall apart because we're stronger than other relationships. Nine years going on ten, we can get through anything.”

He nodded his head and took a deep breath at what she said, “Forever and always?”

“Forever.”

“So the title track will be Sweet Melody, we're still figuring out the lyrics. We thought it would be fun to continue the theme of relationships and the breaking point. If you guys have any ideas for lyrics just come to us, okay?”

Yujin bowed her head and other members followed suit, “Thank you Mr. Kim, we’ll figure out some lyrics.”

He gave them one last smile and left them alone in the meeting room. Y/N took a sip of her tea as Katie glanced at her with a jealous look, “Another break up song and Y/N hasn’t even experienced a break up in her life. It’s not fair.”

“Katie-unnie, don’t be jealous of something you can never experience.”

Yujin let out a laugh as Y/N shook her head at this, “Unnie, it's okay. I watch a lot of dramas and read a lot of books, don’t worry. I’m trying my best to get with the concept.”

“Yah! That doesn’t help me.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pure excitement came to her face. She quickly brought her phone up to see that Jungkook was home. It's been a month and Jungkook has been leaving for LA just like he said but it's honestly more than Y/N expected. It was four days in the week and every time he came home he would either have sex with her or give her something expensive. Last time it was a promise ring that had more diamonds than a promise ring should have. All she wanted was to go out on dates but he didn’t want to leave the house because he was so tired. She understood but it did make her sad.

I’m home, what are you wearing?

She stared at her phone with a frown and she realized what he wanted from her. She sighed and looked at her leader with a smile, “Can I go to the bathroom?”

Yujin raised her eyebrow but nodded her head, “Okay, don’t be too long.”

She gave another smile and walked out without saying another word feeling annoyed but happy she got to spend time with her busy boyfriend. She entered the private bathroom and facetimed him with a fake expression on her face.

“Hey, babe.”

Hearing his voice made her feel butterflies in her stomach and all the annoyance was gone, “Hey, how was your trip?”

“It went well, you know. I think I’m almost done with everything. So, no more going to LA.”

Y/N smiled at this and set the phone on the sink and sat on the toilet, “Really? Are you ever going to tell me what this project is?”

“One day but...what are you wearing?”

She frowned at this and shook her head, “We were having a conversation, Jungkook.”

“I just want to know what you're wearing. Is that a crime?”

“It’s not but I just want to spend time with you...you know, have conversations and go out instead of being inside all day and night.”

He sighed on the other side and ran his fingers through his hair, “I know baby but I just want to stay home until this project is done. Okay?”

She nodded her head at this and looked at the wall with a frown, “Fine.”

“Now can I see what you're wearing?”

She shook her head and stood up to show her whole outfit. It was just some shorts and a white t-shirt, nothing special but Jungkook thought otherwise, “You look really good baby.”

Her cheeks turned a light shade of red as she sat back down on the toilet and rolled her eyes, “It's a simple outfit, nothing special.”

“I think everything you wear is special, Y/N. You're the most beautiful girl I have ever met.”

She smiled at this and looked down at her lap for a quick second before looking back at him. He was biting his lip looking at her and she felt shivers down her back. She knew that look, “I have a meeting with the girls…”

“How long are you going to be?”

“Maybe an hour…sorry we’re talking about lyrics.”

“Are you coming home afterwards or going to the dorms?”

She saw the pleading look and heart beat faster, “I’ll be coming home.”

“Okay, I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you more, bye.”

She watched her screen turn back to her home screen and she sighed to herself. All she wanted was to spend time with him, not have sex with him. It was a weird thing to complain about especially how everyone wanted him. She just wanted to have dinner and cuddle but that can wait, she’s very patient. Especially with Jungkook.

She left the bathroom and went back into the meeting room to see Yujin looking at her with a concerned look, “Y/N, Namjoon texted me and said he wants to talk to you. Is everything okay with you and Jungkook?”

She gave her a confused look and raised her eyebrow, “Everything is fine, why would Joon need to talk to me? That’s weird.”

“I’m sure it’s for nothing, hurry and get it done so we can go back to this meeting. Okay?”

“Okay, unnie.”

Y/N walked out to the patio area and called Namjoon like she was told to do, “Hey, Joon. What’s up?”

“Hey I was just wondering if you're free next week? The guys want to have lunch with you.”

“Oh let me tell Jung-“

“Without Jungkook.”

She stood there in silence. She was stunned at the seriousness in his voice but nodded her head, “Okay, I’ll come alone. Is everything okay?”

“We just want to talk to you about something. Is that okay?”

“Yeah of course. We can have it this weekend, Jungkook will be flying to LA again. The house will be to myself.”

“He’s flying this weekend? Okay…hey Y/N can I ask you something?”

She looked at her feet with an anxious look and let out a small sigh, “Yeah, anything.”

“Has Jungkook been acting weird for a while?”

“Umm, not really. I mean he’s been flying out more and has been talking to me less because he’s busy. Other than that, no, why?”

“It’s just…we found something out yesterday and we want to tell you something. It’s about Jungkook’s project.”

“Oh…okay. Should I be worried?”

He signed on the line and she heard some shuffling but couldn’t tell what it was, “No…we love you and we’re here if you need us, okay?”

“Okay. I have a meeting. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too.”

She looked around the small garden with a confused look. What did the guys have to tell her? It’s probably just a song or an album. Maybe it was Jungkook’s solo album, she’s been waiting for that for awhile. She walked back into the office and shrugged her shoulders at the girls, “He just wanted to have lunch.”

Katie nodded her head and glanced at Yujin with a worried look, “He’s the leader, should we be worried that he wants to talk to you?”

She shook her head and sat in a chair across from Seoyeon, who handed her a piece of paper and pen, “No it’s with all the guys. I haven’t seen them in awhile, I miss them.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Yeah, he said Jungkook couldn’t come through. That was weird.”

Seoyeon and Katie looked at each other and then glanced back at Y/N, “Is that a bad thing?”

“Ummm…not sure. The last time it happened they told me they were taking a break.”

“Okay, let’s get back to the lyrics so we can all go home early or somewhat early. Okay!”

“Okay!”

An hour long of discussion of lyrics, Y/N was finally heading home. She took her hair out of her ponytail and let her hair rest against her shoulders. She leaned against her seat and let out a deep sigh before starting her car. She's excited to see Jungkook after not seeing or touching him in almost a week now. She missed him so much that she didn’t care how they spent time at this point. She was upset but it quickly dissolved as time passed in the meeting, she just wanted to be near him at this point.

The drive was fast with Bts playing in her car. Singing at her boyfriend's parts made her feel shy because she imagined him singing them with all of his passion. She parked her car next to his and quickly made her way to the front door. She opened the door and her mouth dropped at the sight before her. There were rose petals all over the ground and candles making their way to their bedroom. She covered her mouth as a gasp left her mouth and when she did she heard something fall from the kitchen, “Y/N! I’m not done making dinner!”

Jungkook ran out into the living room rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous manner. She glanced at him and saw that he was wearing her apron, making her smile, “You were making dinner?”

“I wanted to make you dinner because I know how stressed you were. I know I haven’t had the energy to go out and I’m sorry about that. I thought making dinner could say sorry...I’m trying my best to finish this project-”

She walked towards him not letting him finish his sentence as she leaned forward giving him a quick peck. She leaned away and smiled at him, “Thank you...but I’m not feeling hungry for food.”

He raised his eyebrow and gave a smirk, “Oh, you're hungry for something else? Interesting.”

He took off the apron and tossed it towards the couch. He picked her up, making her let out a yelp at the sudden action. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled down at her but focused on walking to the room. He gently put her on the bed and looked down at her with a smile, “You know, I love you so much.”

“And I love you, Jungkoo. I missed you.”

“I missed you so much but the project is going to be over soon and I’ll be able to be with you.”

She smiled at this and leaned up giving him a deep kiss. He returned the kiss with more passion, making her moan in the kiss. When he pulled away, he pushed some hair behind her hair giving her a shy smile, “Fuck, you’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

At some point, his other hand started to stroke her upper arm gently before slipping off her sweater. He looked down at her and his eyes widened, “You were braless ?”

“I-I was wearing a thick sweater. I thought it was fine.”

“No, no, its fine but fuck it caught me off guard.”

His finger gently squeezed her nipple making her back arched a bit and a loud moan left her lips, “Kook, please.”

“Please what?”

“I just want to feel you, I missed you so much.”

He smiled at this and leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, “Okay, do you want it fast and rough or slow and gentle?”

“I...Ireallywantitrough.”

“Babe, you need to say it slowly.”

She sighed and looked away from his smirking face, “I want it rough.”

He nodded his head and quickly unbuttoned her shorts and ripped them off with her underwear. He looked up at her to see her giving him a nod and he knew what she wanted, “K-Kook, please, Ah!”

She gasped as she lifted her head and looked down between her legs to see Jungkook licking her at a fast pace, something she wasn’t mentally prepared for, “So wet baby. Haven’t even done anything to you yet.” He took his mouth away and slipped his middle finger inside of her making her moan loudly, “You want me to make you come or should I wait?”

“Kook, please.”

He stopped moving his finger and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Please what.” She let out an irritated sigh and tried to move her hip down to create movement but Jungkook gripped her waist to stop her moving, “I need to hear it, Y/N.”

She shook her head out of impatience and felt sweat going down her breast. She tried moving her hip again but he held her tighter and she sighed, “Kook, I need it.”

“Need what?”

“F-Fuck, Kook please make me come.”

As soon as he heard those words, he set his mouth back on to her clit, this time he was rougher with his licks and sucks, “Kook~!” She moaned and she let her head fall back on to the bed as she felt her orgasm coming fast, faster than usual. She felt her body shaking from him but when she felt his teeth grazing her clit, she let everything out. Her back arched off of the bed and a loud moan left her throat. He let out a chuckle against her when he felt her hands gripping his hair to pull him away when it felt too much.

“That was the faster you come, mmm, baby have you been needy all day?”

She took a deep breath and nodded her head, “I-I guess was. I-I didn’t think I was.”

“You think you can take more, baby?”

She glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge that only made her hornier, “Yes.”

In record speed, Jungkook took off his jeans and boxers, giving her a smile, “You know what to do baby.”

She nodded her head and lifted herself up, turning over so that her chest was pressed against the bed and her face was pushed down into the pillow. They did this position so much because Y/N didn’t know how to be quiet, she wanted Jungkook to know how much she loved him. Jungkook wanted to try out a new thing in the bedroom one time and wanted to see if Y/N could keep quiet or at least not screaming her lungs out like how she usually did.

He gazed down at her and he felt himself get harder (if that was possible) at how wet she was. He shuffled forward and gently touched her back, “Baby, I’m going to enter, okay.”

She tapped the bed twice letting him know she heard him. He nodded his head to himself and took a deep breathe, grabbing the base of his cock before slowly entering her, “F-Fuck Y/N.”

“Kook~.”

She felt drool go down her chin as she continued to bite down the pillowcase as hard as she could. He looked down and saw this, “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so hot and you don’t even try.”

She let out a whimper and let go of the pillowcase to look over her shoulder. Both of his hands on her waist, his tattoos on full display with sweat dripping down, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth with his lip piercing shining with the candle light around them and his sweaty hair pushed back showing off his forehead with his eyes closed. He felt her stare and opened them, giving her a soft smile, “Hi baby.”

She let out a small giggle and she lifted herself up the best she could, putting her back against his chest., “Hi baby.”

He kissed her cheek and then moved down to her neck leaving open mouth kisses, making her moan loudly. The way she was sitting up, it gave him a new angle and she felt him deeper inside her. Something she loved feeling. He moved back to kiss her cheek and pushed some hair behind her hair, “You doing okay baby?”

“I-I’m doing-doing great.”

“Okay, get them wet for me, okay baby?”

She looked down to see Jungkook moving his pointer and middle finger up to her lips. She nodded her head at his command and did what she was told. She opened her mouth allowing him to slip them inside as she began to suck on them. After a few seconds, he pulled them out and trailed down her body slowly making goosebumps appear. His finger settled on her clit and her body immediately jumped at the pressure and he kissed her neck, “You're doing so good, baby. So good.”

“Kook~! I want to come again, ple-please.”

“I love it when you say please to me, my baby is always so innocent but she knows how to be slut.”

“Y-your slut.”

“Forever and always.”

With how deep he was thrusting and her first orgasm, she knew she was going to come but this one felt different. She felt like it was going to be more than usual, “K-Kook, I think I-I’m going to come.”

“It's okay baby, you can come. I can feel you clenching around me.”

“P-pull out. It feels weird, I don’t know. I-It feels like a lot is going to come out...”

Jungkook kissed her cheek and knew what was going to happen, “Just let it happen baby, trust me. Just relax.”

She nodded her head and he kissed her cheek. He continued to thrust into her as she harshly bit her lip. She moaned loudly when she felt wetness begin to pour out of her, while Jungkook groaned at the feeling, “Kook!!~~”

“Fuck Y/N, didn’t know you can squirt.”

She squealed when she felt more leaking out as he continued to thrust into her, “O-Oh my god.”

“Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much.”

Jungkook kissed her neck as his cum flooded into her and he held her close to his body as she let deep breathes. He didn't want her to fall over and felt her whole body shaking still, “Baby you're okay?”

“B-bed.”

He nodded his head and pulled out of her making her moan and more liquid came out. He gently put her on the bed as he put her hair in a ponytail, “Do you need water?”

“N-No, I need you.”

He nodded his head and carefully pulled the blankets over them as he cuddled her, “Baby, you need to go to the bathroom.”

“I-I can’t Kook.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“That-that’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Y/N, you threw up on me when we were thirteen and you saw me shit myself, this is fine.”

“Fine.”

He carefully picked her up and moved to the bathroom slowly, “Are you okay?”

“I feel better, just tired.”

He nodded his head and gently set her on the toilet as she looked up at him with a loving smile, “I love you so much, Jeon Jungkook.”

He gulped at this and looked down at the tile floor before looking at her, “I love you, L/N Y/N...forever and always.”

The next morning, she woke up to see Jungkook had already left. She raised her eyebrow at this and walked downstairs in his shirt to see him sitting on the couch with a serious look on his face. She looked at him with a confused look and whispered out to him, “Jungkook is everything okay?”

He sighed and turned towards her and her eyes widened. He was crying but she wasn’t sure why. She moved quickly to his side and grabbed his hands, “Kook, are you okay! Oh my god, your crying-“

“We need to break up.”

Her face dropped and she stared at him with pure shock, “Wh-what? Jungkook stop pla-”

“I’m not playing. We need to break up, it’s…it’s too much for me right now and I don’t want to bring you down.”

She stood up but she didn’t move as she stared at him with shock still, “What the fuck are you talking about? You could never bring me down, Jungkook, stop this now.” He stood up and he tried to grab her hand but she turned away from him, “You can’t be serious, Jungkook… I don’t believe you.”

He sighed and looked away from her, “It will be better this way and I think you know this.”

“Don’t tell me what I know. What the hell is the cause of this?”

“I don’t have time for you.”

She let out a forced laugh and shook her head as a single tear fell down her face, “I’ve been patient with you, for ten years. Jungkook I waited for you everyday and night. Why now? Wh-what did I do?”

“You did nothing. It was all me, Y/N.”

She nodded her head and looked down at the tile floor. She watched a tear hit the floor as she sniffled, “You're just going to end it like this. I—I have no words.”

“Y/N-“

She shook her head as she covered her mouth as she let out a sob. She ripped the shirt she had on off of her body as she ran upstairs. She slammed the door and locked it when she heard footsteps behind her. A pound in the door caused her to fall on the floor. Her knees to her chest, “Y/N, I-“

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She wiped her face harshly and looked at the bedroom with a blank stare. She saw all the pictures of them smiling on the wall and she glared at this. She stood up as she heard Jungkook yelling her name on the other side of the door but she didn’t care. She picked up the picture frame and looked at it, “Ten years…ten fucking years, AHHH!”

She threw the frame down and watched the broken glass go all over the carpet. She let out another scream as she grabbed another frame, throwing it down but twice as hard, “I gave you everything. TEN YEARS AND YOU JUST ENDED IT LIKE THAT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

She grabbed another picture and she tossed it at the wall and she looked at the glass. She fell onto the floor and she started crying, “Did you even love me?” She let out a deep sob as she brought her hands to her face as sobbed into them. Not caring that Jungkook is pleading to come in.

“It’s too much for you? I waited months when you were on tour because I loved you…I watched all your fans thirst for you and never once did I complain. I…what happened? You can’t even tell me that…what makes it worse is I am still in love with you.”

Another pound happened and she turned her head towards the door with tears running down her face, “Y/N…I love you…that’s why I’m doing this.”

She shook her head and looked down to see the glass somehow cut her feet and legs. She saw blood drip down but she didn’t move to clean it up. She closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, “I should be the one that said this was too much but I never did because I never gave up. Ten years….I..you're the worst person, Jungkook.”

“Y/N, no matter what I will always come back to you.”

She scoffed at this and shook her head against the bed, “Do-Don’t say that…don’t give me hope. My first love just broke me…what a joke.”

She got up from the floor and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, not bothering to check the temperature and went in. She sat on the floor as she watched her blood and tears mixed with the water. She looked up at the ceiling as she started to sob again. Jungkook was her first love and she thought her last but now she’s here crying in the shower. She pushed her knees to her chest as she continued to cry, at least the water could comfort her.

“Hey, you guys come in early. I made most of your favorites but I stopped.”

She laughed as she opened the door wide for the members to come in. Seokjin entered first and gave her a tight hug as she returned it, “Oppa, you saw me last night. You're acting like you haven’t seen me in years..”

“I can’t hug my favorite person.”

She gave him a gentle smile as she hugged the rest of the members but for some reason these hugs felt different. Each of them hugged tightly, even Yoongi. Something was wrong but she didn’t know what. She shook off the feeling and entered the dinner room with the rest of them.

It’s been two days since Jungkook broke up with her and the first person she thought of calling was Namjoon. She cried to him and she even threw up from crying so much but he was there. He let her stay at one of his apartments that he had and of course, he didn’t tell Jungkook where she was. The rest of the guys have been supportive and they would stop by to check on her. Sometimes every hour to make sure she was okay.

She sat next to Jimin and Hoseok as she gave them all a small smile, “Sorry I didn’t respond in the group chat this morning. I had a phone call meeting with Yujin about the lyrics for our new song, sorry.”

Taehyung shook his head and took a sip of his water, “No, no it’s okay. We understand Y/N. We’re so proud of you, writing lyrics isn’t easy.”

Her face turned red and Jimin placed his hand over hers giving her a smile, “We’re proud of anything you do, no matter what.”

The rest of the guys nodded their heads and she clapped her hands out of excitement, “You guys are going to make me cry. Let’s eat.”

She made everyone’s plates and she looked so happy, as did everyone except for Yoongi. She tilted her head at him as she sat back in her seat with food, “Neh, Yoongi, is everything okay? You look out of it.”

He sighed and dropped his fork on the plate. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked back at her with a gentle look, “I can’t wait any longer, Y/N. Jungkook cheated on you and got the girl pregnant. That’s why he’s been going to LA, that was his project.”

Her mouth dropped at this and she stared at him with pure shock, “Wh-what?”

“Yay, hyung we promised after dinner we would say something.”

Yoongi turned towards Taehyung and shook his head, “I couldn’t pretend when I’m so pissed at Jungkook for hurting basically my sister.”

“When did you guys find out?”

They all turned towards her to see small tears forming and this broke her heart. They didn’t want to see her cry anymore but she needed the truth, “We found out on Thursday.”

She turned towards Namjoon and her eyes widened, “Is that why you called me?“

He nodded his head and looked down at the table before glancing back at her, “Yes…we think he picked up on us knowing and that’s why he broke up with you.”

She continued to stare at him when she felt more tears coming down her face. She got up from the chair to get some air but she didn’t make it far because she fell to the ground. Her eyes slowly closed and the only thing she heard was muffled panicked voices.

“Jungkook, you can’t just say things like that.”

She rolled her eyes as she sat on the swing next to Jungkook. They just finished their date and he suggested going to the park to end the night. He looked at her and smiled, “What I’m being serious, Y/N. I want to have three kids with you.

“Jungkook, we’ve been together for four years, shouldn’t you ask me to marry you first?”

“I thought that was obvious. I want to marry you and have kids, you're the only person for me, Y/N.”

She smiled at this and leaned towards him giving him a quick peck on the cheek making his eyes widen. He looked back at her with a smile, “Can we go somewhere?”

She tilted her head and nodded her head, “Is it far from here? You have to go back to the dorms soon.”

“It's near and I think you will like it.”

He got up and grabbed her hand gently, making her heart flutter. The two walked away from the park and the street lights shined against their skins. Y/N was too busy looking at Jungkook to realize where they were and when he stopped she almost walked into his back. She turned her head to see a church. She raised her eyebrow and looked at him, “Why are we in front of a church, kook?”

He looked down at her with a shy look, “This is the church I want to marry you in one day.”

Her face turned red and looked back at the church, “Jungkook, this is beautiful.”

“I saw it last month and I keep picturing us getting married here. You with your wedding dress and hair all done pretty, it's been on my mind. When I make it big, we’ll have the biggest wedding and it will be everything you ever wanted.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she hugged his waist. She nuzzled her head into his chest as he returned the hug, “I love you Jungkook.”

“I love you Y/N.”

She opened her eyes to see the white ceiling on top of her and beeping noises filled her ears. She let out a small moan and turned her head to see Jin sleeping in a chair and Yoongi on the couch. She slowly got up and looked down to see she was hooked up to an IV, Why am I in the hospital?

“Y/N? Do you want me to get a nurse for you?”

She turned her head towards the door to see Jimin rushing to her side with a sandwich in his hand, “Jim-Jimin, why am I in the hospital?”

He pushed a chair towards her bed and grabbed her hand gently, “You fainted and you wouldn’t wake up. Namjoon rushed you to the private hospital we use because you wouldn’t move. The doctor said you haven’t eaten in two days.”

“I-I honestly don’t remember...How long have I been out?”

“It's been almost two days.”

Her eyes widened at this and looked around the room with a worried look, “Two days? Does Yujin know?”

“Jin told her...he told her everything.”

“Oh no, how did she react?”

Jimin shivered at the memory of her yelling and shook his head, “Not good but we asked her not to text Jungkook because he doesn’t know we know.”

She slowly nodded her head and looked down at the white blanket with a blank expression, “Did he really cheat on me?”

“Yeah...we asked our manager to sneak on the plane to see what he was doing. She looks like she's around six months...”

She nodded her head again as she felt her eyes start to get wet again. She looked up at the ceiling with her eyes closed, taking a deep breath, “ I can’t believe it...He's lied to me. Wait, six months, that’s when...that's when you guys had a concert in LA.”

He nodded his head and looked down, “I knew he was doing something but I just assumed he wanted to go out to the club to get a drink. We were all so tired and we didn’t come with him...that's when we think he cheated on you.”

“The day after the concert, we Facetimed and he told me he loved me so much...I think that was the guilt that was talking. I...I didn’t think he would do this to me.”

“We didn’t think so either...especially getting a girl pregnant.”

“Y/N?”

She turned her head to see Yoongi rubbing his eyes and when he confirmed with his own eyes that she was up, he got up. He rushed to her side and sat on the hospital bed grabbing her hand, “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m okay...I’m still wrapping my head around this...”

When she looked at Yoongi and she saw his concerned look, she couldn’t hold her tears anymore. A rush of tears fell down her face as a loud sob left her mouth. Yoongi moved forward and pulled her into his chest rubbing her back, “Shhh, Y/N, It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“Ho-how could he do this to me? I did everything for him. I loved him with all my heart and soul, what did I-I do wrong?”

Jimin grabbed her hand and shook his head, “Y/N, you did nothing wrong. This was all Jungkook, this isn’t your fault. Never think of that.”

“How could he do this? What are you guys going to do?”

Yoongi kissed the top of her head when he felt her sobs die down a bit, “We're going to give him hell. He's going to have to come to the public about this relationship because the girl is pregnant.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, “He's going to marry her, isn’t he. The company is going to force him to get married.”

“Yeah...They’re probably going to do that. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

She nuzzled further into Yoongi’s chest as Jimin’s grip on her hand tightened, “I have to see it to believe it...I-I don’t know what to do...I want to make him suffer but I...”

“Take your time, love.”

“What am I going to do...I just never thought this would happen.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

The next week, Y/N was out of the hospital and like everything Yoongi said, it came true. On multiple websites there were pictures of him and this mystery girl with her pregnant belly being the main focus. Y/N, didn’t even remember what she looked like because as soon as she read the words “Jeon Jungkook set to get married” she tossed her phone.

The rest of the guys gave Jungkook a hard time, Jimin even punched him for hurting Y/N. Namjoon and Jin had to pull him off while Yoongi threw another punch at him. Jungkook admitted that it was a drunken one night stand and it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He even had the nerve to tell them that he still loved Y/N and wanted to be with her which resulted with Yoongi punching him again. Namjoon banned Jungkook from bringing the girl over to the dorms because she wanted money from the group to be silent about Jungkook’s and Y/N’s relationship to the public. Namjoon threatened the girl if she tried anything to hurt Y/N then he would make her life harder.

Y/N was staying at her dorm and the girls all came together to take care of her. Katie and Seoyeon were shocked to see the news but when Yujin saw how far along the girl was she left the dorm. Yujin arrived at Bts’s dorm as fast as she could and went to see Jungkook herself. She slapped him as hard as she could while Yoongi held his girlfriend back from the mankne. After that night, Yujin cut off all communication from Jungkook because Y/N was too scared to do it herself.

Now, Y/N sat in the meeting with the rest of the girls discussing their new title track. Mr. Kim looked at all the girls with a wide smile that made Y/N feel a little bit better, “We have some ideas for the lyrics but we wanted to ask you guys if you had any lyrics.”

Y/N nodded her head and took out her notebook with a smile, “I do...”

The rest of the girls turned towards her with a surprised look but Mr. Kim didn’t see it because he was focused on the notebook. He gently took the notebook from her hand and read the lyrics quietly to himself, “Wow, you basically wrote the whole song Y/N. Do you want to explain them to the rest of us?”

She nodded her head and looked at the table with a blank expression before looking at the people in the room, “The song is about how the person’s lover used to write love songs to her and how even though the love songs were nice, when she got wrong the song had to end. A break up song...”

The members nodded their heads at this and looked at Mr. Kim who gave her a proud smile, “These lyrics are good Y/N. Proud of you, proud of all you. I think we have our next song done!”

Before Mr. Kim stood up, Yujin raised her hand causing him to tilt his head at her, “Mr. Kim, the award show is next Wednesday and we're performing...shouldn’t we perform our new song?”

Mr. Kim nodded his head at this and looked down at his watch, “It’s monday...that would mean you had to be working this whole week. Is that okay with you guys? I don’t want to pressure you guys.”

Seoyeon shook her head and looked at Y/N with a smirk, “No, I think we need this. I think it would make everyone look at us.”

Mr. Kim nodded his head at this and looked at the girls with a proud face, “Alright, let's have a meeting with the producers to figure out who sings what. This is exciting. I’ll meet you guys in the studio.”

Mr. Kim left the room and Katie turned towards Y/N with a surprised look, “When did you write that?”

“I wrote it yesterday...”

Seoyeon’s eyes widened at this and grabbed her hand from under the table, “Did it make you feel better?”

Y/N sighed and nodded her head, “It did but it still hurts...writing it made me realize that Jungkook played me. He told me he loved me forever and always when he had another girl pregnant. I-I just can’t believe that he thought this was okay to do.”

Seoyeon nodded her head and leaned forward kissing her forehead, “I’m sorry but we’ll never leave your side. Okay?”

She nodded her head and quickly wiped her eyes when she felt tears, “I-I’m sorry.”

The girls didn’t say anything and wrapped their arms around the younger girl as she started to cry. She covered her mouth as she cried into Seoyeon’s chest. They were going to get through this no matter what happens.

Y/N entered Jin’s apartment after he texted her that he cooked all her favorite foods, making her smile. She slipped into the pink slippers he bought her last christmas. She slowly made her way into his kitchen to see him at the stove. It's been almost two weeks since Jungkook broke up with her and honestly she's been better but that was thanks to her group and the guys. She has been mostly with Jin and the two have gotten closer if that was possible. Jin would cook her dinner when she came over and she would cook for him when he visited her. The two would joke around or he would help her with singing, his advice meant a lot to her; it always has.

“Jinnie? Do you need help?”

Jin looked over his shoulder and gave her a smile and shook his head, “I’m almost done. All I have to do is put these on the plate. You can have some wine if you want too, it's in the fridge.”

She nodded her head and grabbed two wine glasses from his cabinet. She set them on the counter as she glanced at his back and for some reason she felt her heart flutter at the sight. She shook her head and went to the fridge taking out the white wine he bought for tonight. She smiled when she saw that he already opened it for her. She poured it into the glasses and she turned around to see Jin smiling at her with a plate of food. For some reason, the lighting in the kitchen made him look more handsome, something she didn’t really think until recently.

“I got your second favorite wine, is that okay?”

“She nodded her head and looked away from his stare, “Jinie, I would drink anything you bought me because you bought it for me.”

He nodded his head and looked at his diner room, “We should go before the food gets cold.”

“Yeah, thank you for cooking. I appreciate it.”

He nodded his head as the two walked into his diner room. He placed the food on the table as she did the same with the wine. He pulled out her chair for her and she said her small thanks to him as she sat down. He sat next to her and started putting food on her plate making her feel shy for some reason. She started to do the same for him, making him smile at her, “How's everything coming along? Did you get the dance down?”

She nodded her head as she swallowed the rice, “We got the dance down and the song is done. We're just practicing now. I’m really nervous but excited to do this performance.”

“I’m so happy to hear that. I’m really proud of you Y/N. You used to have stage fright but now look at you. I’m proud of you.”

Her heart started to beat louder and she looked at him with a shy smile, “Thank you, oppa...it means a lot to me.”

“I know I can’t show it in the audience but just know I’m cheering for you always.”

“Jin...”

She stared at him with wide eyes as he just gave her a smile. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, “I’m always supporting you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Somehow her heart beated louder if that was possible when he did this. He's done this before but this time it felt different to her. He leaned away and she looked up to see him looking at her with an expression she has never seen before. Before she said anything he quickly moved away and took a sip of his wine with a red face. She looked down at the plate of food with a smile that she missed having. She wondered what the future held between them if they let anything happen.

Backstage was crazy, she watched everyone moving as fast as they could and Y/N stood next to Yujin. EDEN was performing first because of how new they were and this made Y/N nervous now. She was dressed in her red carpet outfit while the others finished first. She looked at the monitors to see the camera’s zooming onto Bts and seriously her heart didn’t hurt when she saw Jungkook. It was obvious to her that the guys wanted nothing to do with him because of the distance but they played it off good. She saw Jungkook twitching a lot which meant he was nervous. She rolled her eyes at this and looked to the side when her stylist came to her, “Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and was whisked away to the dressing rooms. Outside in the audience, Jin was staring at the screen and he had to fight his smile from appearing when he saw Y/N appear on the screen. Namjoon saw this and nudged him gently. He leaned forward and covered his mouth from the cameras, “You’ve been getting closer to Y/N recently. Anything going on?”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward covering his mouth, “No, maybe in the future, I don’t know, okay.”

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror with a smile, she was wearing a black tank top that had a silver chain going down the middle, mesh cargo pants that had buckles on them and black combat boots. Her hair was in a simple ponytail and she smiled at her appearance. Yujin wrapped her arm around her shoulders and she looked up at her with a smile, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I am. Unnie, I am ready for this.”

“That’s my girl, EDEN let's huddle!”

All the girls showed up giving each other excited smiles. They put their hands in the middle and looked at Yujin, “Today, we’ll show that cheaters truly lose in the end. LET’S GO EDEN!”

“LET’S GO EDEN!”

The girls walked their places and Y/N glanced into the audience and was glad the lights above her were out. Her eyes landed on Jin who met her eyes, he gave her a small nod and she smiled at this looking away. She took a deep breath and the song started.

“Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo, Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.”

Y/N took another deep breath and turned towards the crowded glancing at Jungkook who was watching her carefully, “In a whole other life, there was this boy that I knew. He made me feel like a woman, we were young and silly fools. Anyway, he was in a band, wrote love songs about me. I wasn't crazy 'bout the words, but the melodies were sweet, Went something like...”

She never took her eyes off of him and she was hoping no one would catch on to the glare she had on her face. Jungkook shifted in his seat uncomfortably but he knew his hyungs weren't going to comfort him, he deserved this.

“Every time we go dancing, I see his straying eyes. Gave him too many chances, push my gears too many times And when he start acting dumb, then I'll be on my way to leave

But I stopped in the tracks, when I heard this melody And it went like...”

“Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo, Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.”

Y/N moved to the center and stared directly at Jungkook and gave him a quick smirk and shook her head towards him, “He used to sing me sweet melodies. He played me, made me believe it was real love, Sing me sweet melodies But the day he did me wrong. The song couldn't go on and on. He used to sing me sweet melodies, He played me, made me believe it was real love. Sing me sweet melodies But the day he did me wrong. The song couldn't go on and on and on.”

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educatedsimps · 2 years

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hey there!!!!

could y’all write about meian meeting his wife for the first time? like how that encounter led to them falling in love and eventually getting married? maybe like a neighbour and older brother’s friend kind of au??

thanks a bunch, hope that it’s okay for me to request!! I love your works 😍😘

Request - My Love, My Life

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Meian Shūgo x f!reader

includes: FLUFF, timeskip spoilers (kinda?), neighbour au, big brother's best friend au, engagement uwu

wc: 1.2k words!

a/n: HAHAH NO WORRIES, MY DEAR!! Thank you for this cute and fluffy request :D came just in time cuz I was also thinking of writing something for everyone's favourite man. Hope that you'll enjoy this!! -Jo

It seemed that everywhere Meian Shūgo looked, it was always the same person captivating him.

You, his best friend's younger sister. You, his childhood friend and the adorable little princess next door. You, the plague of his life.

Meian was but a wee little boy of three when you entered the world seven days prior to his third birthday. He knows because he was having a playdate at home, with your older brother in attendance, as well as several other kindergarten friends of his.

He remembers it as clear as day. His parents were excited at the birth of a new baby in the neighbourhood, and they were also close friends of your parents. Your brother was also rushed to the hospital with your grandparents as your mother conceived you laboriously. Your father was already at your mother's side as you emerged, a baby of three point seven kilogrammes, with a pinkish hue to your pudgy little cheeks.

Meian had the opportunity to see the miracle of life at the age of three. Although he could only see you through the glass panels, he knew that he would grow to love you, and to cherish you.

You were finally a decade old.

Thirteen-year-old Meian was plagued by your presence. A tiny child of ten who often intruded into his time with your older brother, be it studying simple geometry or playing computer games, you were always there.

Back then, your voice was rather annoying, Meian would think. He was rather glad that he had younger brothers. They didn't speak as much, or scream or squeal as much.

Despite all that, Meian always knew that he had a soft spot for you. He could never say no to you, nor ignore you like an older brother would.

But, that's who he's supposed to be, right? Just another older brother of yours though the both of you were technically unrelated by blood?

He was barely a teenager, still considered a young boy.

He would wait until he's older to think about all that.

Meian had made his decision. He would avoid you as much as he could from now on.

You had blossomed into a bright young lady at the age of seventeen. Every time he saw you, inexplicable emotions would rouse within him, making him feel vulnerable and partially hopeless.

He was now a boy of twenty, a university student with a scholarship in volleyball. He had plans to become a professional volleyball player. And if that didn't work out, he could bounce back on his double degrees of accountancy and business.

He couldn't imagine that other life though. Sitting behind a screen in some fancy office doing paperwork. Boring, mundane stuff.

He recalls an interesting encounter with you in his third year of university.

He was seated in a café near school, earphones plugged into his ears while he was typing out digits on an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even noticed your presence until you tugged his headphones out in a most unladylike manner.

The sun's rays were highlighting the floral patterns of your summer dress and the distinct brown of your plaited hair. And then, he saw you frown.

Uh oh.

"Why have you been avoiding me? It's the holidays but you've yet to come say hi. Is it because of school? Or did you have an argument with my brother? Or are you mad at me? Cuz if you are, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry and I just want things to go back to normal," you said that all in one breath.

Meian merely adjusted his spectacles while absorbing all the questions you'd suddenly bombarded him with.

Then, it hit him. You were now twenty. You were now in university.

You were now right in front of him.

"Y- y/n? What are you doing here?" Meian's confused expression and mildly amused smile unravelled something within you. The corners of his lips had tilted upward, a glint of pleasant surprise evident in his eyes.

Fiddling with the sleeves of your floral sundress, you settled into the grey armchair across Meian and took a deep breath. "Actually, I- I have something to tell you," Meian watched as you trembled slightly beneath his gaze.

Your lips were rosy from how much you were nibbling on them. Meian had noticed that. Now thinking of taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly, Meian sighed as he removed his spectacles, his attention now set entirely upon you.

You weren't looking at his face. You were nervous, was what he had deduced. You eventually looked up and glanced into his eyes, your pupils sparkling with newfound confidence, cheeks pink as cherry blossoms. "I love you. And I have, since our childhood. I- I actually had a whole speech on how I could have said this to you, but just seeing you again after so long... It made me forget the words I had planned to say." "I know that you probably see me as, well, a younger sister, but I don't see you as an older brother. I see you as the kind boy who had helped me in all my years of life, a confidant of mine, and someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I know that you'll be graduating soon, and you may not reciprocate my feelings for you, but I just wanted to tell you first lest I lost my opportunity to do so after you've left uni." Meian took approximately three seconds to digest everything you had just said.

Then he stood up, arms stretched out to bring you into his warm embrace. Now that he had you, he'll never let go of you ever again. That was his conviction, as he gazed lovingly into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. I love you too.

It's been three years since Meian has gone pro and your final year of university.

Three years of dating with a lifetime's worth of memories shared between the two of you. It had been a wild ride for the both of you, Meian thought in hindsight. Glancing once again at the engagement ring he had gotten for you, he grinned before sliding the tiny box back into his pocket.

Today was the day he had first met you - your birthday.

Glancing back into your childhood home where you and your family members and close friends were conversing excitedly at your small, intimate birthday bash, he made his way back to your side.

All you could visualise was Meian getting onto one knee in his immaculate tux, large hands opening a small velvet box as an intricate diamond ring was revealed to you. Exuberant cheers sounded all around you before Meian opened his mouth to ask,

"Will you marry me, my love?"

Of course, you said yes! to him.

I love you, Meian Shugo, my love and my life.

PS: sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience, anon :”)) we love you so much! We've all been super busy with school but I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter after so long :) - Jo and Lyssa (p.s. sorry, was in emo mode while typing this out -Jo)

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Ambrosia (Series)

[Ambrosia means "immortality" in Greek; it is derived from the Greek word ambrotos ("immortal"), which combines the prefix a- (meaning "not") with mbrotos ("mortal").]

Pairing: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Past), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Author Note: This series is inspired by the movie 'The Age of Adaline'. If you want to be tagged, just let me know in the comment. English is not my first language.

Ambrosia Masterlist

One

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was born at 10.00 a.m on July 4th, 1914, at her house in Boston, Massachusetts. On January 15, 1935 (Y/N) sat on her porch reading a book. At that moment, Andrew Edgar Williams, her childhood friend has just gotten back from his deployment from the Navy walking in front of her house.

Andrew that saw (Y/N) reading a book with her leg tucked under the other stopped immediately at her fence. He took off his cap and called her.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)..?" He questioned.

(Y/N) that heard her name called raise her head from her book and saw a young man in her fence standing in Navy Uniform. She furrowed her eyebrows "Yes..?" she asked, bewildered with who was standing behind her fence. She rose to her feet and walked toward him but stopped a few feet away from behind her fence.

Andrew's smile grows bigger at her confirmation "I'm-I'm Andrew Williams. Noah Williams son, your next-door neighbour, remember?" He raises an eyebrow at her.

(Y/N) form a smile on her face, she definitely knows Andrew, her childhood friend, the last time she saw him was ten years ago when he moved away to live with his grandparents after her father died.

"You have grown up" Andrew smiled sheepishly, a blush crept on his cheek, and he tilted his head down to hide them.

"You expect me to stay as ten years old girl, Andrew?" She smirk, Andrew whipped his head and he become flustered. "No-no I mean, you are you are beautiful now, more beautiful than I imagine" his blushed cheeks are more prominent now, he then tilted his head down to hide his blushed cheeks. He clears his throat to ease some nerves.

(Y/N) smile and folded her arms on her chest. "Want to get some coffee and tell me about your day when you're away?" (Y/N) offered.

Andrew lifts his head to look at her and grins happily "Yeah, I love to". (Y/N) walked to her gate and open it from him. That day, they spent catching up some time when they drift away.

Three months later, Andrew proposed to (Y/N) and two weeks later they got married at the local cathedral. After three years of waiting, they were blessed with a daughter that they name Lorraine Joanne Williams. The couple is so happy about that.

On September 14, 1940, Andrew got called for deployment to Pearl Harbour in Oahu, Hawaii. Leaving his wife and two years old Lorraine.

"Be careful, okay" (Y/N) whisper to his ear. Andrew tightened his hug on his wife and caress her back. He kiss her forehead and muttered, "I love you".

Lorraine then walked to them and stopped beside (Y/N) leg. Andrew feels his daughter's presence pull away from (Y/N). He kneel in front of her, and the two years old Lorraine looked at her father, innocently.

"Papa have to go, so you two have to take care of each other, okay?" Andrew caresses his daughter's hair, Lorraine moves forward and threw her tiny arms on her father's neck. "I love you Papa" She muttered on his neck.

Andrew can't contain his tears again, he sniffed and kiss his daughter's hair. "I love you too darling". Andrew rose to his feet and kissed (Y/N) once again, "I'll miss you, my love". He muttered one last time before climbing to the truck that waiting for him outside their house.

On December 8th, 1941, (Y/N) pick up the morning newspaper in front of her house. Her mother live with her until her husband got back from deployment. The three years old Lorraine is sitting in her chair at the dinner table munching her food. (Y/N) walked to kiss Lorraine on her cheek which make her scrunch her nose. She stood a few feet away from her kitchen with a newspaper opened, she read the headline today.

"ATTACK ON THE PEARL HARBOUR BY THE IMPERIAL JAPANESE MILITARY"

"The Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor from the air and all naval and military activities on the island of Oahu, a principal American base in the Hawaiian islands"

(Y/N) eyes go wide by this, she scanned the newspaper and read the victims' names of this attack, there, Andrew Edgar Williams's name was written as one of them. She then passed out after reading the name, Lorraine heard a loud thud and saw her mother fall to the floor, she then called her grandmother who was outside watering the plant.

****

When she woke up, her mother and three years old Lorraine is waiting for her with a worried look. She embraces them and cried on her mother's shoulder. She lost her husband, she become a widow now, and Lorraine lost her father.

Lorraine didn't understand what just happened and hug back her mother, and she remember what her father told her whenever she was sad.

"Mama, don't worry, you have me, you don't have to be sad" (Y/N) that heard this, begin to sob. Andrew always told her that whenever they'll go to sleep, whenever she was sad. And who's gonna tell her now?

***

After her husband's funeral, (Y/N) and Lorraine move out to live with her mother in San Diego. Five months later, (Y/N) drove to her mother's house after getting back from work. She's driving in the middle of the night on the empty road with trees surrounding them.

But something highly unusual occurred.

Snow fell on San Diego.

(Y/N) peaked out to look at the snow. The snow begins to pour heavily. Her vision from the road begins blurry with the snow and the dark of the road makes it worse. She didn't see there was a turning, her car crashed with the roadblock. Her body got tossed around in her car while rolling in the valley. Her car then crashed into the lake with her body inside of it.

Immersion in the frigid water caused (Y/N) body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping her breathing and slowing her heartbeat. Within 2 minutes, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees, and her heart stopped beating. (Y/N) body slowly begins to sink into the lake with her car.

At 8.35 the bold of lightning struck the car. The car discharges half of billion volts of electricity and produces 60.000 amperes of current. It was threefold. First, the charge defibrillated (Y/N) (Y/L/N) heart. Second, she was jolted out of her anoxic state causing her to draw her first breath in 2 minutes.

(Y/N) slowly rise from the drowning and took her breathing. She climbed from her car and swim to the river bank. She lay on her back on the muddy ground and took a deep breath, she breathed heavily and try to catch her breath. She try to calm herself from her dead experience as cold snow fell into her body.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid. Which will be discovered in the year 2035 (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time. She will never age another day.

As the years passed.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

San Diego, 1955

(Y/N) just got back from her brunch with Lorraine, they walked side by side with Lorraine looping her arm with her. When they arrived at the lobby, (Y/N) bumped into one of her childhood friends.

"(Y/N), is that you?" Her friend looked at her with incredulity. Her husband beside her turns to look at her too.

(Y/N) formed a smile "Margaret. How are you? it's been a long time". Margaret released her hand from her husband's arms and step to hug (Y/N), she hugged her back. Margaret then pull away and placed her arms in (Y/N) biceps. Margaret that was in her forty has wrinkles on her eyes and a few grey hairs prominent in her neatly styled hair. "Wow, you still so young. And is this Lorraine? Gosh, you've grown up" she then turn to Lorraine and placed her hand on Lorraine's biceps.

"That, I always told my mother, but she didn't believe me" she smile teasingly at (Y/N) who just chuckled. (Y/N) released herself from Margaret's grasp and looped her arm with Lorraine. Margaret still examined the two "You two looked like a sister" she chuckled nervously, and cannot believe her friend was still like in her twenties.

"That's very kind of you, but we really should leave" (Y/N) smiled politely, and turn around. She walked away from her with Lorraine in her arms.

"How is that possible, you still looked like twenty" Margaret still stood at her feet, stunned and in disbelief, her husband step up and placed his hand behind her back.

Lorraine turn her head "She just got back from Europe, to do some face thing and she doing a healthy lifestyle now" she told her. But (Y/N) tuck Lorraine's hand to tell her to stop. She shakes her head to her. "Okay darling, bye-bye Margaret. Great seeing you" she turned her head and bid goodbye to Margaret that still stunned on her feet.

***

Innsbruck, Richmond, Virginia. July 5th, 1960

The action was required later when living a quiet suburban existence, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was pulled over for a minor traffic infraction.

A police officer with his uniform walked toward (Y/N) driving side, he knock on her window and she lowered it. She smiled at the officer.

"Can I help you, Officer?" She asked politely, a bit confused when the police stopped her car. "Yes, it seems you infringe the stop sign. And I need to see your driver's license, Ma'am" (Y/N) open her purse and give him an old driver's license from the 1930s that is just a piece of paper."Here we go, officer"

The officer hesitate a bit but take the paper from her. He read the paper and furrowed his eyebrows. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), born July 4th, 1914." He glanced at her " So, you're 45 years old now?"

"46 actually" she smiled correcting him. The officer let out a sigh and leaned slightly toward her. He place one hand on her car roof and held the paper between his fingers and pointed at her. "Ma'am, I'm gonna hold onto this. When you come by the station house to pick it up, please bring your birth certificate."

"Of course, officer, is tomorrow, alright?" She asked politely. The police officer just nodded and (Y/N) drive away from him.

Soon after, (Y/N) moved back to Boston and took a clerical job at the School of Medicine. There, she availed herself of every opportunity to research her condition.

She opened every medical book she found but never get any explanation she wanted to find. She stared at herself in the mirror to find any sign of her getting ageing but cannot find anything. Not even wrinkles or grey hair form in her appearance. She's almost fifty but she is still like 27 years old.

After a year of intense study, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was forced to confront the fact that there was absolutely no scientific explanation for her condition. She begins to accept the fact that she can't get older and leaves her life quietly in Boston.

***

When she walked home from her work, there were two men in trench coats following her with fedora hats after she got out of the building. When she hit the sidewalk, they begin to walk closely behind her. The street is empty this night, there's no sign of people walking around.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), we're from Federal Bureau Investigation. We need to talk to you" One of them speaks while taking a drag of his cigarette.

When she heard this, she begins running, and they followed her running too, they began to chase her to the alley. She turn on the corner and hid in the tiny space that separated the two buildings. The place is enough to hide her, the dark of the night help to hide her body from the sight of eyes.

(Y/N) breathes heavily and trying to calm herself, she looked with wide eyes when she saw them arrive in front of her. She clutched her bag on her chest tightly.

"Shit! We lost her." One of them breathes heavily, he fixes his fedora hat.

"I think she's not far. She can't run that fast" the other suggest, they nodded to each other and begin running to find her through the alley. Soon after they leave, (Y/N) get out of her hiding and runs to the opposite direction from them straight to her house.

Inside her house, she packed her clothes and anything important in her suitcase, including her wedding pictures and her photos with Lorraine. She drives to Lorraine's house, where she lives with her husband now. She waits in her car, watching Lorraine cleaning her dinner table through her window shield.

***

Lorraine smiled when her husband kiss her cheek before he go to the kitchen to clean the dishes while she put some leftovers in the box. Through her window, she saw a car with her light pointed to her house, she recognise that car. Her smile that in her lips suddenly grow bigger, She stopped doing her task and run outside. She opens her mother's passenger side and climbs onto it. Her smile was flattered when she saw her mother's cheeks is tainted with tears.

***

(Y/N) explained everything about what happened to her and her decision to move away. Lorraine broke into tears hearing this, her mother never leave her side until now, despite her being married, she always visit her mother every week, but now she can't visit her again.

"Mama.. why you can just stay.." she sobbed, (Y/N) bringing Lorraine to her embrace.

"I'm sorry darling, but it has to be this way" she brushes her hair and Lorraine cries in her mother's embrace. (Y/N) doing this to ensure the freedom and safety of herself and her daughter, She vowed to keep moving, changing her name, residence, and appearance every decade, and never to speak of word or her fate to another living soul. In seven weeks, When Martha Blair disappears forever, and Hannah Parker takes up residence in a remote farmhouse in Greenfield, Ohio. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), besides one moment of weakness will have kept her vow for the past 60 years.

***

SAN DIEGO, 2019

(Y/N) open her apartment door, before she can close the door properly, she got surprised by someone throwing herself at her. She leaned back slightly for the impact.

She let out a laugh when she know who hug her. "Natasha, what are you doing here, darling" she caresses Natasha back.

"I miss you, Nana, you're not visiting us again since last year" she pouted on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, darling, I do visit you though, but Noah said you have a special mission on Top Gun" Natasha lift her head from (Y/N) shoulder to kiss her cheek. Natasha then walked to her kitchen.

"So what are you doing here?" (Y/N) open her shoe and placed it on a rack. She then shrugged off her coat and hung it behind the door. She walked to her kitchen where Natasha already sat in the pantry waiting for her.

"Just want to visit you while I'm in town. And I miss your carbonara" Natasha wiggles her eyebrows at (Y/N) that washing her hand in the sink. She smiles and shakes her head. She then begins to take out the ingredients from the fridge to make Carbonara. She filled the pot with water and place it on top of the stove. She turns the stove on and prepares another ingredient.

When she chopped some Pancetta, she turn to Natasha that messing around with the cutlery in the pantry. She placed one hand on her hips "Wait, how do you open this door? I don't remember giving the key to Noah?" She cock her eyebrows to her. Natasha looked at her with wide eyes and grinned innocently. "I used bobby pint as you taught me"

(Y/N) let out a sigh "I teach that to you so you can use it in emergency situations. Not breaking into my apartment"

"This is an emergency situation. My stomach growls for one hour now. See, you heard that" She exclaimed and pointed to her growling stomach. (Y/N) shake her head and place the pan on the stove, after the pan was hot she placed the Pancetta on top of it. When she grates the cheese she can know Natasha wants to tell her something, she finished grating the cheese and asks her. "Another thing you want to say to me?" She cracked the eggs and separated the yolk into another bowl. She took the spaghetti from the shelf and place it in the boiling water.

"Yes actually, I want you to come with me, to this Military Party" She trailed off. (Y/N) let out a sigh and mix the eggs, black pepper and cheese with the whisk.

"C'mon, Nana, dad said you never go out to party like this since the 80s. That's older than me. Besides, you will move out soon after right? I saw your new identity and your new address at the entry table." Natasha remarked. (Y/N) didn't answer it, the sound of boiling water filled the silence in them. Natasha let out a sigh and continue messing with the cutlery, she propped her head with her hand and rest her elbow on the table.

(Y/N) placed the pasta in front of Natasha after it was ready. She then walked out to the living room to find her white ragdoll cat, she sit down on the couch and called her. "Snowy came here." The white cat let out a miaow and climb on her lap. "Have you fed Snowy yet?" She caress Snowy back and looked at Natasha that munching her food.

"Yes, I fed her." She answers with a mouth full of food, (Y/N) gives her a look but Natasha just grins and swallows her food.

After a few seconds of silence, (Y/N) answered "Okay, I will come" (Y/N) let out a sigh and Snowy in her lap begin to purring when she stroked her back. Natasha jumps up from her seat. "Really!?" Her shout-out startled Snowy and make her jump from (Y/N) lap. Natasha rose to her feet and runs toward (Y/N), she bends down to hug her"you're the best. I'll pick you up at 8" she pull back and turns back to her seat and continues eating her food.

****

When (Y/N) got back from the party, she goes straight to her bedroom. She removed her earrings and make-up, and changed to her nightgown, when she sit in front of her vanity, she let out a sigh. She touches her face and examines them in the mirror. Why she can't get old? That's the question she always asked every year, she can't bear seeing someone close to her die. She is tired of mourning, she is tired of running away, she is tired of hiding, she misses people calling her by her real name, not pretending to be someone else, and she is tired when she can't become herself. She just wants her life back. She looked over her vanity where the black and white photo sat in the grey frame. The photo is of her and Lorraine embracing each other.

She misses her daughter, she misses her husband, she misses her mother, but all of them already leaving her, lonely, here.

***

"Happy Birthday, my darling" (Y/N) bends down to place a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. It's been three days since the Military Party.

She looked at the name that was engraved on the headstone.

'Lorraine Joanne Williams-Trace'

She wipe the tears that got fallen on her cheek, she rose to her feet and stared at the grave.

"Diana.." A voice behind her startled her, she turn around and face the latter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He apologized and approached her.

"It's okay Lieutenant" She turn back to the Grave, he stood beside her.

"Call me Bradley, I'm not wearing uniform now" She turns to look at his outfit, a black suit with no tie. She nodded and turn back to look at the grave. "So, who are you visiting.?" Bradley nodded his head to the grave in front of them.

"My grandmother, it was her birthday today," She told him.

"Oh. Can I give her flowers?" Bradley lifts the sunflower in his hand and waves it in front of her.

"Sure" She nodded at him. She looked when he kneeled on the ground, Bradley the man that saved her from some creep at the party three days ago, the first time she saw him, he captivated her heart. But she can't let her heart fall again for a man, not after the last time. The guilt still crawls into her chest from now on.

Bradley then kneel to place the flower on top of the grave "I hope you like it" he then looked over to the grave beside Lorraine, he saw they have the same last name. "And beside her it was.." he turn to her.

"Her husband" Diana shrugs. Her heart was warm with his actions.

"Oh shoot, I just have one flower" Bradley shot her an apologetic look.

Diana smiled and wave him off "It's okay Bradley, I think he would understand. It was his wife's birthday today" she shrug.

"Sorry pop, but next time I'll give ya flower too" He pats the grave next to Lorraine. Bradley then rose to his feet."So, you still want to stay or are you done here?" He looked at her.

"I'm done in here" Diana then turn around and walked away from the grave, Bradley doing the same and walking beside her. "Okay, let me walk with you"

They walked side by side towards the gate "So, who are you visiting?" Diana asked, breaking the silence between them.

"My mom, it was her anniversary with my dad today. After I visit my dad, I drove here to visit my mom" he glance at her slightly while he talking.

"Oh, they are not in the same cemetery?" She glances at him. She know how it feels to lose the last family you have.

"No, my dad's buried in Fort Rosecrans" Bradley pursed his lip. Diana nodded, she then stopped and place a hand on his bicep. "I'm sorry for your loss". Bradley looked at her hand. When she's aware of what she's doing, she retreats her hand back and begins to walk again. It was a common gesture for her, but she didn't want to give him the wrong signal, no, she will move out of this town. She can't involves with a normal human again.

Dust of pink colour paints his cheeks, a bit embarrassed. He clears his throat. "It's okay, they've been gone for years now. My dad died when I was four, and my mom when I'm still in high school. And since then I live with my uncle" he shrugs casually. "Enough about me, what about you?" He glances at Diana, they step into the stairs that make from stone.

"Well I live with my uncle, my parents are long gone, and after I graduated from college, I move out and ended up here" she shrugged, they stopped at the curb and Diana called out for a cab. She's not lying, it's true, except who they truly are.

"You know last time we met I asked for your number right" Bradley stood in front of her.

Diana furrowed her eyebrows and nodded. "Yes.." That night is still fresh in her mind, never in her life, saw someone jump into a moving car just to get her number.

"Umm... Can I get that know" He hesitates a bit, he rocks his feet back and forth on the pavement and glances at her. Nervous, waiting for her answer.

"The answer is still no, Lieutenant" she glanced at him and shake her head.

Bradley let out a groan, he shoved his hands in his suit pocket "No, It's Bradley, not the Lieutenant again." He groans. "C'mon, it feels right when you call me Bradley"

Diana smile and shake her head "The answer is still no, Bradley"

"Why, though? It's like fate, you know, we met again in the middle of nowhere, where you can bump with any other guy but instead, you met with me. Like when we met in that party where you can meet with another guy or that creepy guy, instead you met with me" He articulate. He didn't mean to bring up that incident, he actually want to talk to her that night. But that creepy guy forces her like that making him want to punch him. Besides, she requested to be alone that night, so he take his shot at the elevator.

"And I'm glad I met you because you save me from him" she nodded to him.

"See, I save you, so this is fate right" he jutted his hand toward her. Diana looked around and saw a cab approach her. She turns to him while the cab begins to drive toward her.

Diana cock an eyebrow at him "Why do you so believe in fate?" Because if it was fate that make her like this, she hate them. They are like a curse to her. They hey make her go through so much pain. This fate that she hates so much.

"Because fate brought me to you," he said softly and stared into her eyes. Diana looked at his eyes and it was like she was back in the 80s, she stared at his eyes until the cab honked and snapped her from staring. She then opens the back seat and climbs into it. Before she can close the window, Bradley places his hands on the cab door.

He bends down to her eye level."Hey, how about this, if we meet again in a random place or bump into each other, you have to agree to go on date with me? And of course, give me your number" He suggested.

"Why I should agree with that?" She cocked her eyebrows to him. This man never gives up.

"Because you don't believe in fate, and I do believe in them" he shrugged. Diana think for a second and let out a sigh and nodded "Okay"

Bradley looked at her wide eyes "Wait you agree!?" He then stands up properly, "Okay, shoot. Until we meet again, Diana" he waves at her.

Diana smiled "Goodbye Lieutenant" she close the window and told the cab driver to drive away. She wishes they didn't meet again because if they meet again, she would fall for his charm.

"It's Bradley! Bradshaw!" Bradley called out, but the cab had already driven away, leaving him alone standing on the pavement.

***

Diana walked beside the shelf to find the book she wanted. When she walked to the fiction section, she saw a familiar figure resting his shoulder on the shelf and casually opening one of the books, he looked straight at her. "So, about that date, what about Friday?" Bradley gives him a side smile. Diana shakes her head and lets out a chuckle.

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foolondahill17 · 5 months

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Cesar is a good-looking guy – both he and Jesse are – but Cesar has the thick dark hair, crow’s feet, piercing eyes thing Dean usually goes for. Something about him feels rough like Benny. Strong.

If it was fifteen years ago, Dean would have flirted with him. Don’t eat where you shit is a common adage, and, as a rule of thumb, Dean stayed clear of hunters in case word ever got back to Dad. But Dean can’t say he’s always been good at following rules. That’s how he and Lee started hooking up. He had a raging crush on Dad’s old army pall, Deacon, for the month he spent with him when he was a teenager. He even tried kissing Caleb once when he was very drunk and very lonely, but Caleb put a stop to that real quick.

I’m twice your age, kid, he’d growled, even though Dean had been holding his own on hunts since he was seventeen. But Caleb never told Dad, so he was a decent guy in more ways than one.

Except Dean strangely has no desire to flirt with Cesar, now. It’s not just the idea that the other man might reject his advances – or worse. But it’s also that Cas is working this case with them, and Dean doesn’t really want to hook up with someone with Cas literally in the room next door.

"So, how'd you and Jesse start hunting together, anyway?" Dean makes conversation, winding Baby through the backroads, tires crunching against old snow and slush.

Cesar huffs a laugh as if recalling an amusing memory, "Chupacabra. Wasn't pretty."

Dean laughs, too. "Nasty suckers. My dad, brother, and I went after one back in '95. Hell of a thing. Picking chicken feathers out of my hair for weeks afterward."

Dean feels Cesar's eyes heavy on him from the passenger seat. "You were young, then, when you got into this?"

"It was a...family business of a kind," Dean shrugs. "My dad taught me and my brother everything we knew."

"Jesse was young, too," Cesar replies, voice somber. "Me - I was already an adult, and I grew up in a household already well-acquainted with the supernatural world. But to be introduced to it as a child, I can't imagine."

"Never really knew much else," Dean says, trying to keep his voice casual. Talking about his childhood with strangers isn't exactly his idea of a good time.

“Your brother and father, are they…?”

Dean’s all-too aware what Cesar is asking.

“Dad died on the job…Jesus, ten years ago, now. My brother’s still in the game. Doesn’t, well, doesn’t take as many cases anymore. It’s complicated.”

“He doesn’t mind that you found a new partner?” Cesar asks with a swift smile.

Dean matches his smile. He likes talking about Cas. “Nah. I trust Cas with my life. Sam does, too.” Dean’d like to talk about Cas more, but he finds himself weirdly bashful. He switches gears, “You and Jesse always hunt together, then?”

Cesar laughs like Dean’s missing out on some joke, “It’d be difficult for us if we didn’t. We’re married.” He pulls a ring out from a chain around his neck. "Too risky in this line of business to wear them. Don't know if you've ever seen a degloved finger?" He shudders.

“What – oh,” Dean stammers. Jesus, is he glad he didn’t flirt with the dude.

"We're careful who we tell," Cesar says with a significant look, like he’s waiting for Dean to lash out. Dean’s been there. He’s taken more than his fair share of punches because he said the wrong thing to the wrong guy at a bar.

"No - yeah - of course,” he rushes to say. “You don't need to, ah, worry. I - one of my best friends is a lesbian. It's, ah, cool." Before he adds something stupid, something like: I also sometimes like sucking cock, he makes himself ask, "So, what's that like? Settling down with another hunter?"

Cesar laughs, relief evident in his voice. “It’s frustrating. Terrifying more often than not. You’ve got twice as many reasons to worry about getting everyone out safely. Jesse’ll send me into cardiac arrest one of these days – the stunts that boy pulls.”

“I know what you mean,” Dean laughs, too, despite the scratchy feeling in his throat, like he’s having an allergic reaction. “Cas drives me crazy sometimes. He doesn’t always, ah, understand what he’s heading into.”

“You and Cas seem close,” Cesar says slowly. “But you’re not…?”

Funny, Dean and Cas have been mistaken as a couple before. Diner waitresses or hotel managers. But it feels different. It feels like Dean’s wearing it like a neon sign around his neck to be perceived like this by Cesar, an actual, living, breathing homosexual man with a husband.

Is it that fucking obvious? Dean wants to ask in his sudden, near-panic. And he and Cas have talked about it. Almost talked about it. Alluded to something, but Dean can’t afford to think about it in more depth. He and Cas –

They can’t. They just can’t. It’s too complicated. Dean won’t risk ruining the good thing they’ve already fought so hard to get.

“No,” Dean says. “Cas doesn’t exactly work like that.”

“But you maybe wish he did?” Cesar guesses.

It’s bold. Doesn’t matter that he’s right, it still ticks Dean off. Or maybe it ticks Dean off because he’s right.

“So, Jesse,” Dean says pointedly. “He’s obviously got skin in the game. Why’s this case so important?”

“Jesse’s seen these things before,” Cesar moves with the change in subject as if he didn’t even notice it. Dean’s part annoyed and part grateful for his charity.

“Twenty-seven years ago?” Dean infers. “And you said he got into hunting when he was a kid?”

“It isn’t my story to tell,” Cesar says. “But suffice to say, Jesse won’t back down from this hunt. If we fail to put it to rest this time….” He trails off darkly.

“Yeah, well, there’s four of us now,” Dean reassures him. “We’ll smoke these sons of bitches.”

“It’ll eat him alive if we don’t,” Cesar says, and Dean feels the real weight behind his words. Cesar loves Jesse – really loves him. Dean wonders if people have ever been able to feel Dean’s love for someone else, just by listening to his voice.

Another chapter of this nonsense just dropped

I didn't even make you wait 3 months this time.

#dean's half way house #my writing #fic excerpt #dean is dumb and gay for cas

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soujux · 2 years

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[ HYUN. ]

— i'll try not to miss you.

When Taehyun wakes up from an open-eyed dream, Yeonjun loses the power to sweep him off his feet. It causes them to part-ways, months after convincing themselves that they were in love. To not have someone chasing after him, Yeonjun should have taken the opportunity to start anew. But why does he keep searching for Taehyun now that he's gone?

forum. a place, meeting, or medium where ideas and views on a particular issue can be exchanged.

— pairings: kang taehyun x choi yeonjun

— genre: childhood friends to lovers (?), engagement arrangements, first love, unrequited love, one-sided pining, lots of yearning, aged-up, online forums, angst/fluff, retrospect

[📃 NOTE ! this is a fruit of my writer's block written with little to no effort, so excuse my metaphors, dialogues, and picked figurative language.]

HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

This is my first time joining a forum and I honestly never imagined myself sharing anything on the internet about my love life, but desperate times call for desperate measures—here’s a kettle full of something you can fill your cup with:

Hello. You can call me Hyun. I am engaged to my first love that only sees me as a brother. What should I do?

☾

THE STORY GOES a little bit like this.

Firstly, Taehyun doesn’t remember not knowing Choi Yeonjun. He’s intelligent, endearingly close to his mother, everyone’s friend, handsome (so handsome), and popular since childhood—which only worsens as he grows older. Taehyun knows Yeonjun well, maybe even too well since the fox-boy’s family visits his household every Saturday from the day he was born.

You see, here’s the thing. Their parents had always been close—best friends forever, ‘my ride or die’, or call it whatever you want close, that close—and it strings along a whopping ten albums worth of his childhood pictures with a snotty Choi Yeonjun.

They were together most of their lives and Taehyun’s sister was so blatant about being tired of the Youngest Choi™’s face.

“I think she hates me,” Yeonjun jabbed Taehyun’s side gently when the girl rolled her eyes. Their mother just announced that he’ll be attending her wedding as the groom’s best man, because unfortunately for her, she ended up marrying Yeonjun’s cousin. “Seriously, why is she frowning like that?”

“She’s tired of your face.”

“So, she hates me,” Yeonjun concluded then and there.

“Erm, probably,” Taehyun doesn’t say that he’s feeling a bit tired of Yeonjun too.

Secondly, when Taehyun’s sister married a Choi, their families got closer… and closer. Worse than before. On every family trip, family celebration, and grand family meal; The Chois™ are there. Present and blending in with the family.

“I think at this point we should all just live together,” Taehyun made a joke with roasted garlic on his plate. He doesn’t miss the smile on his parents’ faces. “I’m… I’m joking! Don’t think about living together. This is enough.”

“We know, Hyun-ah. It’s just funny to see you all worked up,” He receives a kiss on the cheek. At least that was a good compensation for a fear that he just discovered.

Thirdly, Taehyun and Yeonjun are inseparable. It wasn’t even a choice anymore.

One day, Taehyun woke up and started his first day in high school, only to find Yeonjun waiting for him at the front door, because—surprise!—they go to the same campus. Years later, they’ll be going to the same college, same dorm building, same cafe, and even the same barber. God. It was a game that never ends.

Although, don’t get him wrong. Yeonjun wasn’t horrible. It’s quite the opposite.

Yeonjun is an absolute sweetheart. Almost like a daydream. He dresses like he’s for the runway and dyes his hair in different hues. People in the university fawn over him as they become friends; he’s easygoing like that. He’s an insider. A social butterfly with the prettiest wings. He dated people like a player, but remained everyone’s dream boy.

Oh, he seems unreal. Taehyun thinks he’s too good to be true. Sometimes he’ll receive a text from Yeonjun asking him to hangout and he’ll have a brief moment to pause and regain composure because he absolutely loses his crap every time ‘The Yeonjun’ comes knocking at his dorm room with fried chicken.

One of those starstruck moments was this one, when Yeonjun sat comfortably on his floor with food on the low table. His hair was pushed back and his jacket laid on the couch, leaving him in his plain white shirt. Taehyun hopes he can conceal the blush in his face.

“Your mother called and asked me to pick you up,” Yeonjun said, munching on a drumstick cutely.

As much as Taehyun would want to coo in adoration, he was more perplexed than flattered. “What for?"

“No idea,” Yeonjun shrugs. “She said it wasn’t urgent, but she needs to talk to us today.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go after this.”

“Got it, Tyunnie.”

At one point, Taehyun questioned everything about Choi Yeonjun. His words, his thoughts, his care, and his actions—but he seems to be as good as an open book. Yeonjun was genuine and honest. Anyone could see right through him just by looking at his face, yet Taehyun still felt the need to deny so much when he knows too much.

The last part of the story was delayed for several more years. They graduated from university, met new people, got busier, and spent more time apart.

Perhaps that’s what time does to relationships; it makes them harder to think about because there’s nothing more for one to wonder. Taehyun still saw Yeonjun every month and they still shared meals while they talked about work, but there’s an invisible wall that built itself between them through countless changes.

Since—lastly, Taehyun and Yeonjun got engaged on a haphazard day. Like a raging wave in a calm sea.

And he pretends not to read Yeonjun every time he wears his heart in his sleeve.

☾

HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

I didn’t expect my first post to blow up like that, but to clarify, my fiance is a close family friend and I grew up with him. I started liking him in my second year of high school, when he was leaving for college, and I never really acted upon it until years later.

It took me such a long time because he’s improbably charming and attractive, so I was not the only one that liked him. I think he had a serious relationship in college, but it didn’t end well because of something I didn’t really find out. Even after that, he was always seeing someone, so I took it as a sign that confessing will be useless. But realizing that I need to get it off my chest, I still ended up confessing on his graduation day.

His reaction was fine. It was a bit awkward—sure—but he wasn’t a jerk about it. He gave me a hug and told me I was cute, but he made it clear that I was being rejected. That’s why I’m as lost as everyone about the ring on my finger.

He’s just… confusing.

☾

GRADUATION DAY.

Yeonjun was everywhere from being dragged left and right by his ocean number of friends—he’s probably in everybody’s celebratory post at this point. His smile beamed along with countless others, but Taehyun still saw it like the morning sun.

“Tyun! You’re late,” Soobin spotted him first. Just like Yeonjun, he was graduating today and he’s currently bouncing around with his medals and glorious flowers. “Take a picture with me!”

Soobin.

Yeonjun’s first boyfriend that met his family. He was tall, a lot taller than Taehyun, and he had cunning dimples that everyone was obsessed with. Soobin was kind. Probably the kindest person Taehyun knows; and if he wasn’t such a jealous bug, then maybe he would have rooted for their relationship. Either way, it didn’t work out, but they’re still great friends. On certain days, Taehyun accompanies Soobin to try every pastry in a newly opened bakery—talking about school, games, boys (er, Yeonjun), because Soobin figured him out way easier than he would have thought.

"So, you're finally confessing?" Soobin asked after studying the tense state of the younger boy. "You should do that. help yourself by doing that before it's too late."

"It's not like he feels the same way, hyung. I just want him to know and finally move on."

Soobin merely smiles before they part. Taehyun goes to garner courage once he faces Yeonjun with a rather nervous stutter.

Frankly, the confession was a mess, an accumulation of all the harboring feelings and all the fear that Taehyun has hidden in every corner of his heart. Even his mind was a blur when Yeonjun heard everything he had to say—it was one of those rare days when Taehyun couldn't read Yeonjun's face.

"Do you like me? like, actually like me?"

Taehyun succumbs in embarrassment. "Please, don't make me say it again."

After that comes an adorable laugh that wasn't anything relatively close to a mock. it was genuine, just Yeonjun. "You're so cute, Tyun. Calm down for me, hm? You're shaking so much."

Let me down slowly.

"I'm just saying. I'm not expecting anything in return—I mean it! You're... really important to me, hyung, and I need to get this off my chest before you leave," Taehyun doesn't look at Yeonjun's face, but feels the hands delicately holding his waist. "I also think you deserve to know. You need to know about how much people love you."

"That's very sweet," He failed to find better words to fill the gaps. "Thank you," Yeonjun ended it at that, and perhaps Taehyun was lying about being content.

Saying that he wasn't expecting anything at all was easier than actually not expecting. In the end, he hugged Yeonjun one last time and never saw him again.

It wasn't a new constant per se. Taehyun and Yeonjun do bump into each other sometimes and share a meal out of courtesy, but it wasn't the same as the old days with oily fingers and fast food. Now, meals are shared in a rather more professional setting, less carefree. The joke doesn't land even if Taehyun tries.

Yeonjun works for his own company, while Taehyun was out pursuing a fickle music job that his parents weren't exactly on board with. In just a couple of years, their worlds grew distant, moving farther and farther.

Taehyun convinces himself that life drove them away from each other because they were growing, but when Yeonjun abruptly called him up for a meeting, their worlds collided.

"Marry me."

It came without a warning, yet solemnly—the epitome of what it feels like to love yeonjun all this time. He's a surging wind on a summer day, rain on your favorite day; but Taehyun loved him still, as if he was the same high school boy that patiently waits for something that will never come.

"Are you drunk? I can't just marry you when we're not even…” Taehyun finds it hard to comprehend.

Yeonjun pushes relentlessly. "Then date me. I'll take you out every Friday and we'll spend time together until you deem it enough."

"Hyung, you're confusing me. I know that you don't like me, so what's this about?"

Taehyun shouldn't have asked.

If Taehyun was good at reading Yeonjun like an open book, Yeonjun was better at knowing the ways to Taehyun's heart.

"I want to try it, with you," Rigid breathes between the silent gaps. "Love."

How can Taehyun say no to that?

☾

Re: HYUN Thread! Endolphin Answer MolangLover

Mr. HYUN, your submission has been haunting my mind for nights! I had a similar experience with my last boyfriend, that’s why I broke up with him when I became more self-aware. He cared for me—I know he did—but I wanted to be loved, and he couldn’t give me that. So, I knew it was better to just move on with our lives and meet other people.

I want to ask about how you’re doing, because that kind of relationship is tiring (must be for you, especially). If you could tell me anything—what you feel, what you think—it would be lovely, but if you’re uncomfortable, then feel free to ignore my reply.

Have a nice day!

ㅤ

Re: Endolphin Answer HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Hello, Endolphin. I would add something before your name, but I wouldn’t want to misgender you.

Thank you for this reply. It makes me feel comforted that somebody is going through or has gone through something similar to me. If you could probably tell, I am more than fine to answer your question.

Surprisingly, I am feeling well. My fiance takes me out on a date every Friday and it gets cancelled so often because of his not-so-flexible schedule compared to mine. However, I try to be happy. He’s never rude to me, he’s always kind, but it’s nothing close to showing romantic interest.

As for what I think, I think about so many things. I always worry about being well-behaved and being pliant to not upset him. I also worry about my job and other things in my life.

Endolphin, if it’s not so rude of me, may I ask you about the breakup with your last boyfriend? How did he react? How did you do it? Now that you brought it up, I’m starting to think if it’s the best thing to do in situations like this.

☾

THERE ARE PROS AND CONS in being engaged with Choi Yeonjun.

Firstly, he’s Yeonjun. The man Taehyun has been in love with since he was a literal teenager.

He had dreamed about being with Yeonjun, going on dates, holding hands—anything lovers do. But it was not a dream that Taehyun thought would come true. Heck, meeting the famous gay celebrity icon, Beomgyu, sounds more attainable than getting his lips anywhere near Yeonjun’s pretty ones!

Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Taehyun tries to stay grounded everyday.

Yeonjun would never kiss him.

Should that be a negative streak? It’s a personal agenda, so maybe Taehyun can forgive him for that.

At the end of the day, Yeonjun offered some sort of a course of learning. Love in particular. Which is absolute bull because when you’re learning how to love a person, that means you never loved that person at all.

Among the list of pros is this: Yeonjun was easy to read.

“It’s an emergency, Tyun. Will you wait for me?”

“Hm, okay,” Taehyun once looked at Yeonjun with a smile. It was on a Friday night, inside Yeonjun’s office. He had to put a song on hold just to meet Yeonjun for an expected date, but his fiance couldn’t do the same. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

Yeonjun takes his hand before he can go. “Just stay here. It won’t take too long.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Taehyun learns to be patient. Despite knowing each other for eternity, Yeonjun was a lesson to learn. How he acts and how he talks, how he works and how he thinks—Taehyun understands like the lover he is.

He grew not to bother about certain truths that he had no control of. Like how he will never be a priority, how Yeonjun merely had him on display in his life—or how in all the hours that passed since Taehyun sat on the couch, Yeonjun never checked up on him even once.

“Hyung,” Taehyun wants to go home. “Let’s just cancel today. I’m tired.”

Yeonjun hums, “I’ll let my secretary drive you home.”

“No, it’s fine. Good night, hyung,” Taehyun fixed his stuff before making his way to the door. Before he opens it, he stops. “I love you,” He said without looking back.

After all, seeing Yeonjun’s face drop was harder than not seeing his response at all.

Cons of being engaged with Choi Yeonjun: He will never say he loves you back

☾

HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

Today’s TMI: I live with my fiance, but I barely see him home. Is this even a TMI? People are asking for updates, but I’m literally waiting for the same thing.

Our penthouse is approximately thirty minutes away from his workplace, so it’s only natural that he’ll be staying somewhere nearer on weekdays. On weekends he would stay over, but he often locked himself up in the office. He’s a workaholic. My workaholic. I think I’ve seen him pass out on his desk more than I’ve seen him sleeping in his bed, and he mumbles jargon in his sleep.

Anyway, tips to make your significant other fall in love with you? I don’t want studious relationships, I want mutual obsession.

☾

LIVING TOGETHER WAS Taehyun’s idea.

They got a place in a quieter part of Seoul and settled in quite well. Taehyun had always been a neat person, so Yeonjun never had an issue. Even so, they still have someone that does the cleaning for them once a week. Splitting chores was not an option since they’re both equally busy, so it was the greatest resort.

Much to Taehyun’s dismay, they don’t share a room. They room across from each other, Yeonjun’s being the most empty because he rarely occupies it, but Taehyun has his place filled with instruments and gadgets.

It shows in aspectects like that; one was more enthusiastic among the two. Taehyun doesn’t mind as long as Yeonjun comes home every week.

“Just move in with me. The kids need a babysitter anyway,” Years later, the Anti-Choi Yeonjun™ movement lives on inside of Taehyun’s sister. “Yeonjun is barely home. What are you supposed to do here all alone?”

“Sleep, eat. I bought a PS5,” Taehyun knows there’s no dancing around this, but he still tried.

“Hyun, dump his ass. You’re an idiot for getting yourself into this, but if you’re actually thinking of settling then you need professional help.”

“Noona, I’m not crazy.”

“Then get a hold of yourself. I know he’s the love of your life or something, but this is not good for anybody,” She dragged the boy on the couch. “Do you actually believe that he’ll fall in love with you?”

“You’re making it sound like I’m unlovable.”

Smack. “Dummy. I love you! You’re the most amazing person there is and it’s Yeonjun’s loss for not seeing that, but my point still stands. You can’t force yourself to be in love. It doesn’t work that way.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Taehyun finally unraveled the last card in his hand, drawing a desperate look on his sister’s exasperated state.

Taehyun sleeps over at his sister’s that night. He doesn’t let Yeonjun know—he probably won’t notice anyway—but he returns the next day before following a routine of washing up and preparing breakfast.

What he failed to notice was a sleeping figure on the couch, snoring soundly in deep sleep. Yeonjun was still in his suit, all wrinkled and altered in his rest. His tie was left on the table and his socks kept clinging around his laying feet. The position was rather uncomfortable with the head painfully placed on the headrest. For all he knows, the man’s gonna end up with a stiff neck once he wakes up.

It’s seven in the morning; he’ll wake up soon. Taehyun doesn’t have to bring him to his room or wake him up. All he could offer was a cup of coffee placed beside the discarded clothing on the table.

“Tyun?”

“Hm?”

“Where were you?” The words came out a bit slurred, throat dry and muscles weak. Taehyun felt bad after seeing Yeonjun wince as soon as he sat up.

“Out,” Taehyun answered vaguely. “It’s Friday. Why are you here?”

Yeonjun scoffed, albeit dryly from his slumber. “It’s my house too, you know?”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I came home because I felt bad about last week. We… always cancel our dates,” Yeonjun’s voice was small. As if he was unsure of his words.

“It couldn’t be helped. You don’t have to feel bad.”

“No, I want to go out. With you, I mean. I don’t have anything scheduled today, so we can spend it together.”

“But I have work,” Taehyun wanted to say, but he ended up just nodding to Yeonjun’s smile as a silent agreement that he’ll go wherever Yeonjun goes.

This is enough, Taehyun thinks. It’s enough for Yeonjun to only come for him when it’s convenient.

They can start from there.

☾

Re: HYUN Ask! BEN Answer TeddyBear

Love is a mysterious thing. You see, HYUN, there is no step-by-step process to falling in love. It’s like tumbling down a flight of stairs, toppling and terrifying, but once you reach the last step, you strangely still find yourself in the place you wanted to be in. Then, you think you can never do that again.

My lover used to do the same thing as you; he’s like a restless storm. In several ways, he tried to romance me—heartfelt and genuine and I do miss dearly. I only realized how much I loved dancing in the rain when it stopped. Now, the sun doesn’t feel warm on my skin anymore.

Oh, I didn’t mean to stray, but I only mean one thing.

Trying to love someone tires the heart and soul, but most of the time, you are already in love even before you begin.

I hope this helps.

☾

SOMETIMES, HOPE IS A flower that Yeonjun brings home.

He would tell Taehyun good night with a smile on his face before retreating to his room while someone giddily sets the flower on a vase for the empty kitchen counter they barely use. It’s a rose, thornless by somebody else’s hands. Taehyun admires it every morning and every night, until the next Friday that arrives with a new replacement for a wilted plant.

“How did you know that I like flowers?” Taehyun had to ask as it seems like Yeonjun found a new habit of setting his heart in motion through a single gesture.

“I didn’t. You’re just pretty with flowers,” Yeonjun doesn’t look him in the eye, but the tint on his cheeks was enough for Taehyun to smile.

Sometimes, hope is a warm feeling in Taehyun’s heart.

It’s terrifying to realize that he’s committing to a possibility to only fall deeper, but with every smile and every word that Yeonjun seemingly pulls from something in the air, there was nothing else that Taehyun could see himself do.

Yeonjun knew all the ways to Taehyun’s heart, and it’s so cruel. He could lift Taehyun high and have him fall without caution—Taehyun will never, never have anything to hold on to.

Hope is a fickle thing.

Taehyun realized it on the day he visited his parents.

“I don’t remember inviting you,” Yeonjun merely laughs at the ‘greeting’ he received from Taehyun’s sister. “This is a ‘Kang Only’ zone.”

“Noona, stop embarrassing me,” Taehyun helps her forfeit and leave his fiance alone the entire night. After everything he’s told his sister, he wasn’t sure if the hate-esque approach was just a joke anymore. It all came with good intentions—he’s sure, but Yeonjun was still a guest and a close friend before the whole predicament. Basic respect was the bare minimum. “I’m sorry about her. She’s just protective.”

“I understand, Taehyun. You don’t need to explain,” Yeonjun reassured with a hand pressed against his back. “Let’s go meet your mom.”

“Okay.”

It started well. He started hopeful—when Yeonjun helped him with his chair and offered him side dishes, they blended in with the ideal figure of a happy relationship. Taehyun didn’t think about his failed attempt to hold Yeonjun’s hand under the table when the man swiftly pulled away without sparing him a glance. He didn’t think about the dismissive silence when his mother asked them about marriage.

It’s an ugly feeling, but maybe it has always been there. If Taehyun could burn every pain in his heart, he’d be in the fiery pits of hell. There was no adequate word to explain it.

“I’m still not there, aren’t I?” Taehyun showed vulnerability in the car. The only thing he hates the most, being breakable, he shares with Yeonjun too. “Hyung, you will never love me.”

“Let’s not talk about this now.”

“When will we?”

“You had a few drinks.”

Taehyun shakes his head in exasperation. “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m saying.”

“We’re tired,” Yeonjun breathes roughly, plausibly frustrated. “I don’t want to say something that will hurt you.”

What would change? “You’re hurting me now.” Taehyun shouldn’t have hoped in the first place.

“Good night, hyung. I’m really tired.”

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Re: HYUN Thread! Endolphin Answer MolangLover

Hello, Mr. HYUN. I am, in fact, a gay man! You can use any pronouns on me, I really don’t mind. However, I do mind my late response. I just read your reply, and so I only have answers to your questions today.

My then boyfriend was always calm. He’s always logical and handles everything maturely. That’s why I expected him to take it well when I told him I wanted out, but I guess I didn’t know him well enough.

Trying not to give specific details: our breakup happened through dinner. It’s incredibly anticlimactic because we didn’t even cry—he didn’t even say no. Or at least, that’s what I thought, because the very next day he was at my door telling me that he’ll drive me to work.

It pretty much started from there. Just. He’s suddenly everywhere. It’s a mess.

However, one piece of unsolicited advice: some people are not for you, and realizing it later is better than not realizing it at all.

Mr. HYUN, I hope you grant your heart solace. Please be happy. You owe yourself that the most.

From: Soobin binsoochoi

Hello, Kang Taehyun. How are you? I forgot to ask for your number on my graduation and you’ve deactivated all your social media accounts, but I heard that your email is active as ever.

You are one of my most treasured friends despite all the years that passed, and I want to tell you this myself even if you probably already know from the mail I sent last week.

I am getting married! *Break dances*

All the details are in the invitation, so please come or else I’ll cry.

Also, despite the given circumstance, I’m sure Yeonjun wants to see you again.

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IT ALL BEGAN WITH SPACE, A PERIOD before a crash. The silence that drove Taehyun deaf until he surrendered to the lonely call of his bedroom for a night's rest. Nobody told him that solitude takes form when it gets overwhelming—that it will hold him by the neck until he blanks and wakes up feeling disoriented for a plight to occur all over again.

His sister always called him crazy for sitting through the neglect. But if they were to toe the path that led them here, Taehyun still found his own hand tracing the very ring Yeonjun got him that night. It was the thread that he sewed to the plot, his contribution that now made him cynical.

If he said no, would he even see Yeonjun after that night again?

It only dawned on him then, when the door opened and he didn’t bother looking out to check who it was, because welcoming someone home would only apply if home whirled every particle in the area. But everything was foreign and cold.

Taehyun, despite his efforts to keep Yeonjun by his side, already lost him somewhere along the line. Yet, he’s still here. In this house like a madman devoured by lonesome.

His sister was right.

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“WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM my number?” Exasperation always, always found its way to Taehyun even after so long.

And yet, Soobin had the audacity to sigh from the other side of the line. “I’m sorry. He just looked so sad. I couldn’t say no.”

“Soobin hyung.. You can’t just give people my personal information just because you’re an empath.”

“I know, I know—I'll have them serve you your favorite wine at the reception next week. I promise,”

It’s a tempting offer, but Taehyun was some kind of a selfless soul. “It’s fine. Just don’t do it again.”

But take that with a grain of salt.

For the past few days, he’s made regrettable decisions that may or may not require shutting doors, walking out, and avoiding someone like the plague. He, for a lack of better word, would skedaddle across the world if he didn’t have a job to keep and a point to give.

Going back a few pages, the story went a little bit like this.

Firstly, Taehyun and Yeonjun had a mutual agreement that the arrangement wasn’t working. Or at least, that’s what Taehyun thought.

You see, the conversation was brief—maybe shorter than Taehyun would have guessed, but most of it was one-sided. Yeonjun, the entire time, barely even spoke. He merely looked at Taehyun with wide eyes and steady breathing; a complete contrast to his then fiance’s stuttering state.

He only said one thing. “You’re leaving?”

Really? After a long monologue about feeling out of place, floating in the air, and feeling desperate—Yeonjun doesn’t even prove him wrong.

“It’s not working,” Taehyun told him. “Why are we even doing this?”

The story continues with boxes and empty cupboards. Packing used to be Taehyun’s most dreaded activity, but packing from the penthouse felt like severing invisible strings. It tickles his skin and his heart, leaving his soul yearning for Yeonjun to stand by the door and ask him to stay.

But even if he did, even when Yeonjun stood by the door, it was to send him off.

“Did you ever love me? Even just a speck..” It was his last resort, but the answer never came out loud. It’s in the air. “Oh, I see.”

He leaves for the door, not before Yeonjun holds his hand for a split second that gives him hope.

He looks back to see Yeonjun’s warm eyes. “Take care, Taehyun.”

Hope is a fickle thing.

The story should have ended there. They never see each other again, they go separate ways, they meet again years later when they’re both happy with all the broken pieces fixed. It was the probable situation that Taehyun pictured.

But Yeonjun had different plans.

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HYUN Ask! PrettyBoy

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted anything in the forum, and I still very much find the whole ordeal of letting strangers answer your question a bit skeptical and dumb. However, this is all I got for now, so bear with me.

Hello. I’m Hyun. I broke up with my fiance last week, and last night he came knocking at my door asking if we could be friends. What the fuck is happening?

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IT WAS MIDNIGHT WHEN Yeonjun knocked at his door relentlessly. Like who he is. Even when Taehyun pretended to be asleep, even when ten minutes passed—it kept going.

He stumbled to walk across the apartment he got himself close to where his sister lived, wanting to be closer to his family. Sleep got the best of him when he opened the door to a surprised Yeonjun. “Do you want me to call the police on you?”

“I-I..” Yeonjun toyed with the end of his sleeve.

“Did you come from work?” Yeonjun nods to the question. “Okay. Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you here?”

Yeonjun points at the sky, awkwardly looking back and forth to seemingly prove a point. “It’s night time. I was too sleepy to drive all the way home.”

It was a bad idea to let Yeonjun drive him to his address last week.

“Sounds like bull—don’t you stay somewhere near your office?”

“It’s boring. I want to stay with you,” Yeonjun said dryly. “Let me sleep over, like the old days.”

Taehyun had to snort. He was not in his best shape. “Hyung, are you drunk?”

Taehyun knew that Yeonjun was anything but ordinary™, especially with his hair tousled and clothes wrecked like he’s gone through hell driving all the way here, but he would have at least expected Yeonjun to reply like a normal person. Instead, the man leaned forward with playful eyes and nose barely missing Taehyun’s skin.

He blows. “What do you think?”

“Mint,” Taehyun babbled. “You. Move away!”

Who makes other people smell their breath like that?

“Let me stay over.”

“No. Hyung, go home. You look fine!”

Yeonjun finally, after what it felt like eternity, gifted Taehyun distance. “I’m tired. You know how fast I fall asleep when I’m tired—I don’t even notice it.”

He has a point. “Clothes. You don’t have clothes. You can’t sleep in that.”

“Then, let me borrow your clothes.”

“What?!”

Needless to say, in Taehyun’s calm sea, Yeonjun will always be the raging winds that start the surging waves.

☾

BEFORE SUNRISE, TAEHYUN got a man in his guest room and the same man wearing his clothes like they’re made for him.

Taehyun falls asleep with frustrated sighs.

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HYUN Thread PrettyBoy

Pardon me, but this is not a laughing matter. I think my heart is about to combust and my brain is going into overdrive. Here, let me paint you a picture: sometimes people are dumb enough to act on their instict that they refuse to acknowledge their effect on others. What does that sound like? Insensitivity. Indifference. They lack empathy and I am close enough to beg for sympathy at this point.

He was already everywhere when he was not. What do I do now that he’s actually close enough for me to touch? Sometimes I believe that between the two of us, he’s the one who needs more saving.

☾

WALKING AWAY WAS THE EASIEST thing to do, but if the slope was treacherous, Taehyun found no other way to move forward than just stop.

And with Yeonjun, nothing ever goes smoothly.

He wakes up to Yeonjun’s cooking. Something that teetered between familiar and foreign. His stomach refused to flip out of hunger, but rather of awe when he got a reminder of what Yeonjun looks like in the morning: messy hair, pale cheeks, and round eyes. He failed to take away the domesticated feeling in his system.

Stop. Pause. Breathe.

Sometimes, to get through a heartbreak is another, but Taehyun wasn’t ready for anything as close to what Yeonjun made him feel the first time.

Instead of a morning greeting, he settles with a blank stare. “Why are you still here?”

Yeonjun should have left—for work, for errands, or anything else that doesn’t require him imprinting his ghost on every corner of Taehyun’s home.

“I made breakfast. I wanted to take a shower, but I don’t have spare clothes,” Yeonjun replied normally. Nonchalantly. It’s almost frustrating to know that he could act indifferent when Taehyun stirs the turmoil in his chest.

He sighs in exasperation. “You didn’t have to. I’ll leave for work anyway.”

“Wait! Have breakfast,” Yeonjun pulls a chair out. “And let me borrow clothes again, please?”

“Hyung,” It’s a warning.

“Please?”

“Just go home,” Taehyun heads to the bathroom, but for Yeonjun to grab his shirt from behind. He groans.

“Taehyun, are you seriously kicking me out?”

He faced Yeonjun with his arms flying to his hips. “Are you seriously not leaving?”

“We’re friends!”

“Friends don’t always do sleepovers!”

“They do! I used to sleep over at Soobin’s a lot.”

Taehyun stepped back in disbelief. “You used to date each other.”

“And we didn’t?” Yeonjun shrugged. He does it with a simper. “We were engaged.”

“Fuck you.”

He gives up. In annoyance, he takes Yeonjun’s car keys and makes harsh stomps at the door. Without hesitating, he throws them out to earn a gasp on Yeonjun’s end. When he was certain that the other would take the keys back by stumbling across the room and outside, he smirks.

Here, by the door, he wasn’t sure if this was the last time, but he took his chances. “Take care, Yeonjun.”

Close.

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Re: HYUN Thread Endolphin MolangLover

Well.. that’s quite an interesting predicament, Mr. HYUN. However, I completely empathize with you since I was in your shoes a while back. I guess our exes were always meant to be our significant bother.

Perhaps, to leave you with a sentiment, I will say this: communication actually works. Instead of dancing around the growing conflict with your ex-fiance, you should face it head-on. If you want him out of your life, tell him that as it is; but if you actually plan on indulging his friendship offer, then that’s something you still have to talk to him about.

Although, I am one of those people that strongly believes that exes are exes. Never friends.

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Re: Endolphin BEN TeddyBear

Exes can be friends.

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Re: BEN Endolphin MolangLover

Who

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Re: Endolphin BEN TeddyBear

Your friend.

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Re: BEN Endolphin MolangLover

Who asked?

☾

TAEHYUN THOUGHT THAT WEDDINGS are odd.

Which is unexpected from someone who’s on the brink of getting married before.

If Yeonjun never offered, Taehyun thinks. I would have never thought of it at all. He finishes with a truth he never knew existed.

When Soobin leaned in to kiss his partner, Taehyun wondered if they were ever afraid. After all, it’s not easy to admit that marriage was threatening, especially by someone who is already in love. Marriage binds you, colliding two worlds to become one. If that’s not terrifying enough, think of the puppies you’ll share, think of children, home, land, memories, happiness, and an entire language only the two of you understand.

Taehyun smiles. This is why I can’t get beautiful things. He will never understand what comes after fear.

“You’re crying.”

“Stating the obvious,” He wiped his tears away. Soobin was evil for putting Yeonjun and him together in one table. “I’m happy.”

Yeonjun nods, more attentive of Taehyun’s every move rather than Soobin’s first dance. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He is not.

It was hell to sit through the entire celebration with Yeonjun by his side. “You’re lying,” Yeonjun said. “I know you better than you think I do.”

“Whether I am or not. I don’t think that’s your business,” Taehyun responded. The sweetness in Yeonjun’s voice is a contrast to the bitter feeling he left Taehyun before. This was a problem. Just when Taehyun finds the courage to leave, Yeonjun stays. “It’s not fair,” He added. It comes out of his mouth like a curse.

“Taehyun,” Yeonjun doesn’t continue. Whether he was lost for words or had a thousand things to say, Taehyun doesn’t know. It was one of those days when he found Yeonjun difficult to read. His eyes wide, anticipating, and his chest rising as if it’s holding onto composure.

Taehyun merely looks at him before paying Soobin all the attention he deserves. It’s not about him, it’s not about them. Nothing was ever about them after they failed—if there was even a chance to begin with. If the universe were to sew two people together, they were sown apart, and that’s how it should be.

But he loved him. He loves him. Taehyun always does. And that was the problem.

If Yeonjun looks at him again with hopeful eyes, he would just crumble from the very concrete he’s been building. Falling, falling… never ending. Love was cruel, but to love Yeonjun was the loveliest privilege he had earned.

He says this in the form of a plea, “Help me, hyung,” He had a drink or two, successfully sneaking out to the open parking space. But it was closing in. “Help me, will you?”

“Anything,” Yeonjun shouldn’t have.

“Looking at you only reminds me why you’re not mine, and it feels like shit,” He laughs, the humor absent despite it all. “You’re so selfish. You’re in my home, you’re in my clothes, you’re in my mind—hyung, what else do you want me to offer? How am I supposed to get over you?”

“Why do you think I’m doing this?”

Taehyun chokes a building cry. “Don’t make me ask for something you can’t give.”

Yeonjun had the audacity to chuckle. The same sound that memorized every corner in Taehyun’s love, triggering more and more until it became unbearable. It was fire in Taehyun’s heart to hear Yeonjun laugh; it was fire in Taehyun’s skin when Yeonjun touched him like a delicate figure.

And he was. Fragile. Scared. Vulnerable.

“You already have all of me,” Yeonjun whispered, not needing to be louder. His lips on Taehyun’s ears, hands on his waist, nose nuzzling the disheveled locks on Taehyun’s cloudy head. He was close, bearably close.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”

Yeonjun sighs, “Push me away. I’ll stop.”

He leans in, that’s not the last time he did.

☾

[06:13] Choi Soobin (University): Taehyun, did you get home safely last night?

[06:20] Taehyun: Hyung, I fucked up.

[06:23] Choi Soobin (University): Why, what happened?!

[06:23] Taehyun: Hyung..

[06:25] Taehyun: I slept with Yeonjun-hyung.

[06:25] Taehyun: He’s still sleeping and I’m freaking out in the bathroom.

[06:28] Taehyun: I need to go. I really need to leave.

[06:28] Choi Soobin (University): ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!

[06:30] Taehyun: I’ll cry. I swear. Why am I so dumb?!

[06:30] Choi Soobin (University): ... Was he good?

[06:31] Taehyun: SHUT UP!

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THERE WAS A RULE THAT TAEHYUN swore he would never cross, but life took a turn, and now he found himself untangling Yeonjun’s arms around him to collect every article of clothing he could find that was his. Never sleep with an ex, he said. No cuddling, he added. Apparently, besides Korean and English, he was great at speaking bullshit.

He left before Yeonjun woke up. He pretends like it was easy to walk away, but the stares he got from people passing by was a tattletale. He doesn’t fully understand the extent of Yeonjun’s imprint on him, failing like the way he tries to find a part of him that Yeonjun didn’t touch.

And goodness, losing like this felt so good.

But Taehyun knew that ecstasy doesn’t last long when foolish acts were easier when he was younger. Now, however, he has aged, a lot older than his escapades with exploration and discovery. To make it worse—it’s Yeonjun. The Yeonjun. The man he knew too much about, the man that his family treated like their own. He can’t just sweep this under the rug and pretend like he hasn’t seen all of him.

It was unfortunate, but luck always had a conflict with him from the beginning. He just wishes that Yeonjun would act indifferent enough for him not to turn red every time they meet.

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[08:27] Yeonjun: Tyun? You weren’t here when I woke up :(

[08:30] Taehyun: Sorry, hyung. I have work in the morning.

[08:30] Yeonjun: Should have woken me up :/

[08:30] Yeonjun: Did you have breakfast?

[08:35] Taehyun: Yes.

[08:35] Yeonjun: Good! Do you want to have lunch with me?

[08:36] Taehyun: No thank you. I already have plans.

[08:36] Taehyun: Meeting a client over lunch.

[08:37] Yeonjun: Dinner?

[08:40] Taehyun: Okay.

[08:40] Yeonjun: Great! See you later :D

☾

ABORT MISSION..

Something about Taehyun is that… he’s great at remembering. His memories often come to him vividly and it flows like a second chance to live the moment when he gets lost in his head.

So, maybe it wasn’t a very good idea for Yeonjun to invite him to his place for dinner. Why here? He hissed. Anywhere else would have been fine. He complained. Yeonjun was far too happy to just have him in his kitchen as he cooks to even notice Taehyun’s discomfort.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

“I’ll… turn the TV on,” Taehyun stutters. He used to complain about the television set in the kitchen, but now he’s grateful as anyone to be offered something useful. It was so unlike him to intently watch the news with Yeonjun around, especially in a set-up like this.

“Wine?” Yeonjun got a bottle from a cupboard.

Taehyun shakes his head, “No. I’m good,” He declined. He doesn’t trust himself with the smallest alcohol in his system. Not with the lingering reminder of what just took place in this very home.

He takes a deep breath, feeling his lungs relieved. “Hyung, you don’t have to cook. We could just eat out. It’s easier and faster that way.”

“I want to. Cook for you, I mean.”

“Hyung,” He groans.

The frustration finally reached Yeonjun with tense shoulders. “Did… Am I doing something that upsets you again?”

Yes. “No,” Taehyun shook his head. “I’ll wait.”

The thick atmosphere somehow melted when Yeonjun finally beamed. “Okay. I have to tell you something later, okay? Wait for me in the living room.”

It was inviting, yet Taehyun settled with plopping his things on the kitchen island. He was too tired to even question every little thing that confused him. “I want to stay. Can I watch you?”

Yeonjun’s smile only grew.

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HYUN Thread PrettyBoy

He's a fantasy. I can't believe that I could see him in a light that nobody else can.

And I love, love him. My life has been a constant cycle of me falling in love with him, and he will never know how much I feel.

What now? It never was a problem before when I learned how to be carefree, but I felt pain so great that I forgot how to love without being afraid. Yeonjun is a dream, I didn't think he would ever love me back beyond an alternate reality, but what's this now? Why is he sleeping in my bed? Why is he calling me beautiful? Why is he kissing me close?

It's sending me in a spiral, but I was sure of one thing.

If he tells me he loves me, I'll never find the strength to leave again.

[Saved as Draft]

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“HYUNG.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s be friends.”

☾

THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS that Taehyun is great at; acing his majors, correcting the uneven strands of his hair, preparing coffee that just suits Yeonjun’s taste, and apparently—driving Yeonjun insane. To the limit.

What Taehyun wasn’t great at, unfortunately, was losing. After playing mouse with Yeonjun who played as a predator chasing its prey for so long, there was only one way to end the fiasco Yeonjun had placed them in. But he starts with nothing.

“Hyung, are you okay?” He tipped his head to get a response from the other but to no avail.

Taehyun had nothing on his sleeve, he merely had it laid before them when they ate dinner. Homemade. It’s a little jarring to use that term when he once searched for home in Yeonjun’s presence and now he’s here.

“Friends,” Yeonjun stuttered. He stuttered. His eyes wavered and came washing were emotions he wasn’t planning on feeling tonight. “Oh,” He said. “You want us to be friends.”

“Like you said.”

You. Yeonjun didn’t miss the emphasis on that word. It was as if Taehyun got him figured out and knew how to press his buttons to the maximum. “Like I said... Us, friends,” He was trying to comprehend. He was, after all, the one who pulled the whole joke from the beginning. Now it was backfiring over his well-made pasta.

And Taehyun. Oh, Taehyun. He had the guts to smile ever so innocently. A menace. His menace. “Yeah, actual friends. Like how we used to in high school.”

“I don’t sleep with my friends,” Yeonjun declared, a little too confident.

That’s when Taehyun ever slightly faltered before coming back. “Was that necessary?”

“We can’t be friends after that, Taehyun. I don’t just sleep with anybody,” Yeonjun huffed. “I never wanted us to just be friends in the first place. Back then, it was the only option I had to see you, so I took it as it is. I didn’t care how dumb it was before, but hearing it now, I thing I’m going to puke my guts out.”

“You may.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say after all of that?”

Taehyun gulps down what he just chewed. The meal was irrelevant at this point. “I already told you everything, hyung. When I left. You never said anything to make me stay.”

It was still a blur, but Taehyun could never fully forget the way Yeonjun wished him goodbye. He was there. He could have done something to stop Taehyun from leaving but he didn’t. And now that Taehyun’s gone, Yeonjun thought it was a good chance to pull him back all over again.

Taehyun was, and is still, very much in love with him, but if Yeonjun won’t give him a reason to try again, then why should it even be in his mind? He’s been there, he’s done that. It’s not a pleasant feeling to love alone, and it’s not a feeling he would want to have again.

“Can I be honest?” It’s everything that Taehyun wanted.

“Please.”

“I think I love you from the very beginning.”

“Think?” Taehyun had to make sure.

And Yeonjun seemed hesitant. Or maybe he was nervous. His grip on his chopsticks was tight like he’s bracing for something to come. Taehyun, this time, didn’t have to read him to understand. It was the first time that Yeonjun finally found a voice to tell Taehyun something he wanted to know. “I know I love you.”

“You-”

“Let me,” Yeonjun cuts him off instantly, breath hitching. “Do you remember when we were in high school and we would watch crappy rom-coms in your dorm?”

Taehyun nods. “You would bring fried chicken.”

“I would bring fried chicken. I would. And you would let me eat on your floor even though you’re such a clean-freak.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” Yeonjun ends the argument with this. “Times like that never felt different. It didn’t excite me, it didn’t bore me either. I didn’t care if you fell asleep somewhere during the movie or if I fell asleep while we’re still talking, being there just felt so calm and normal and-” He paused. “Coming to you always felt peaceful, and I thought it was like that with everybody.”

“Was it?” Taehyun had to ask, wanting to know if Yeonjun had something to say.

Yeonjun shakes his head with a growing smile. “No. It was just you,” he said. “The moment I realized that nobody else was going to make me feel the way you do, was the moment I tried to convince myself that nobody would make me feel that way at all. Not even you. Especially you.”

“I don’t understand. If you weren’t planning on anything then why get me into this. We were fine, hyung.”

“We were not fine, Taehyun. You could barely look me in the eyes! And the- the coffee hangouts? You don’t even like coffee, Taehyun. Do you think I don’t know what you were doing?” Yeonjun was teetering towards a cry. “You were making me feel different. And I didn’t like it. I hated it. You treat me the same way as the people you had to tolerate, and it made me sick in the gut.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t,” Yeonjun calmed down. There was no use to getting mad. “You didn’t, but it made me feel that way.”

Taehyun knew he wasn’t innocent. He solely blamed it on the time, the growth, and the distance, but he had his fair share of blame when he grew ashamed of the feelings he harbored through the years. Yeonjun was his friend before anything, but he forgot about that for the longest time.

But still. “So, you thought it would be fun to play with my feelings and lead me to this?” He retorted. It wasn’t something he thought well of before spitting it out for Yeonjun to hear.

“What, no!” Yeonjun stood from his place. The movement alone made Taehyun lean back in surprise. Like this, Yeonjun loomed huge. He was already taller, but with the suppressed tension his presence seemed heavier. “I proposed because I wanted to be with you, but I..”

Taehyun still crossed his arms. “You proposed because you wanted to be with me?” It didn’t sound believable.

“I was impatient,” Yeonjun huffed. “I felt like I’m taking a very long time, and I didn’t want to wait. It terrified me to know that I could mess this up and I’ll lose you forever, so I wanted to be sure while letting you know that I wanted to love you the way you do.”

“And I’m sorry for telling you this now, when the damage is done. I love you, Taehyun. Even then, I do. I just didn’t know for the longest time, but now it’s all I think about when I’m with you.”

“You’re stupid,” Taehyun whispered. He never looked away, but somehow he was still in a daze. “You’re so stupid.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be,” Yeonjun comes closer and Taehyun can’t breathe. It’s only when the distance ceased to exist when he remembered how to gasp for air before diving into a kiss he met halfway.

And he was reminded of everything Yeonjun was with a single touch. The trembling of his lips as it moves with ease, the gentleness of his hands around warm cheeks, and the heating gaze of his tongue on the seams of soft lips. Yeonjun was everything combined, kissing Taehyun with certainty laced with fear, and a muttering of all he wanted to convey.

“I love you.”

Taehyun smiled with a heart that ached in glee and learned how to wrap his arms around Yeonjun’s neck to tug him close. “I heard you the first time,” He’s lifted up to the kitchen island, and merely had time to fix himself before getting drowned in the same love Yeonjun surrounded him with.

Just say the words and I’ll come to you.

☾

HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Hello. I have no time, but basically my boyfriend found this forum and read one of my posts about him and now I have to delete everything before he reads more.

Bye.

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CYJ Answer NickWilde

Too late, babe.

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HYUN Thread! PrettyBoy

Fuck.

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Endolphin Answer MolangLover

At least it’s your boyfriend who found your posts.

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BEN Answer TeddyBear

I can be the boyfriend who found your posts.

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Endolphin Answer MolangLover

For the last time, if I were to get back with an ex-boyfriend, you would be at the last of the list.

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BEN Answer TeddyBear

I’m on the list?!

GOING TO THE BEACH wasn’t the plan. It was so early in the morning when Yeonjun came knocking on Taehyun’s dorm room, his lips trembling and eyes red with remnants of tears, and he didn’t need words to know that holding Yeonjun was a start to where they’ll be later.

And now, Yeonjun was standing on sea stones, pressing the sole of his shoes. The calm sand was trampled on from early footsteps and playful fingers that drew words. If Taehyun didn’t know any better, he’d think it was a secret language that they only shared, now gone from the sea waves that climbed their way up with a mission to efface every single one.

“The sun is rising,” Taehyun said behind the phone, holding it up for the camera to hit Yeonjun’s eyes. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

Yeonjun smiled. “Yeah.”

Will you remember this? Taehyun mused with short breaths in every take. He was still too young to know why Yeonjun looked so pretty even after he cried. Eyes twinkling and hair falling all over the place, dancing in the wind with the flush of his cheek. On moments when questions don’t belong are moments when reasons don't matter, yet Taehyun already knew the alibi to his weak knees when Yeonjun smiled with the redness of his nose at nineteen.

“Do you want to ask about what happened?” Yeonjun asked in the air. Unconsciously bringing Taehyun’s head back from the clouds when their eyes meet one-sided. The camera falls low enough for Taehyun’s face to show, but he lets out no answer. “I broke up with Soobin.”

“Oh,” was what Taehyun could only find himself to say. Words didn’t seem fair when they started scrambling away from his mind. “That sucks,” He mustered up to babble like an eloquent scholar he was.

But it was enough for Yeonjun to crack into a fit of laughter. “You’re not great at this, aren’t you?”

Taehyun shrugged, hands having a mind of its own when the camera came back up. It rendered silly candid shots of Yeonjun making fun of his pathetic talent to comfort people, yet he’s never seen anything as pure as it. “Did the sea not give it away?”

“No, I don’t need the sea to feel better,” The shaking of Yeonjun’s head wasn’t enough to paint him every picture of what he meant. Taehyun forgot that despite not having anything to offer, Yeonjun still came to him. “But the sea seems to always go with you, Taehyun.”

[📃: This was something I wrote in a month or two and was posted on my main account first before coming here. Needless to say that this is not the best of what I can do, but this was what impatience brings! Also, the last part is from the mistranslation to Yeonjun’s caption on a TAEJUN post. I thought it was so cute.]

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

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hi bb, 1. are you taking requests? (if yes) 2. can u give us benjamin content (DILF alert) something angsty with fluff ending PLSS

I am taking requests! 🥰 I cannot promise that I will write every request, but I'll write for those I can!

bride’s choice

You wanted to hate Benjamín so badly, but from the the very first day, it was impossible.

On the night that you learned of Mayo’s suggestion that you marry into the Arellano Félix family as the permanent solution to that perpetual blood feud, you knew he was right, and hated him for it, and made preparations anyway, even as your brother Hector shouted and swore and said it would never happen.

You drove to the party where your future husband was celebrating his cousin’s fifteenth birthday, and using a pair of your brother’s binoculars, you searched for him, pausing every now and then to compare a face to a newspaper cutout. For a villain, Benjamín was all wrong. He was slightly clumsy on the dance floor, wore a plain white shirt without even a gold chain, and laughed when a baby spit up some of her dinner on him.

Still, on the day of your wedding, right after you kissed him and under the cover of the whole church cheering, you said into his ear, “On my fifteenth birthday, Cochiloco stole me a car.” You could still picture him, grinning and gesturing at it, bursting with pride and only 19 years old himself. He had been family.

It was not until much later, when you were deep in enemy territory, the master bedroom of the Arellano Félix house, that you got your reply.

“I’m sorry,” said Benjamín. And when you said nothing, he added, “I want you to be happy here.”

You weren’t happy, of course. It wasn’t home. On a particularly bad night, you called Mayo’s home and left a threat in a voicemail that had you anxious for days afterwards, waiting to see what he might do: I’m going to tell my brother. You used me and you sold me. How long could you last without him? But then there was no reply, and that was worse than any reply could have been.

Nothing escaped Benjamín’s attention, but he never reproached you, only supported you. You kept trying to find the catch, and couldn’t. One dinner, you told him about how your father had taught you to farm, and you kept expecting for a polite, bored look to eventually glaze over his eyes, but it never did, not even when you went into the details of irrigation systems. The next day, the head housekeeper mentioned to you that if you wanted, you were very welcome to have a hand in, even completely oversee, the ten acre ranch the family had bought last year for summers. It was like that.

You waited for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. Even on days when homesickness made you snappish and restless, Benjamín never failed to treat you with an old-fashioned courtesy, gentle and thoughtful. It took you weeks to realize that, although you were already married, he was courting you. He left your favorite kind of chocolate bar on your pillow, arranged for your childhood best friend to come visit when she was in town, and put up pictures of your parents on the big wall of family photos.

And he never crossed an invisible line down the middle of the bed. Eventually, despite yourself, and despite everything that had happened, you wanted him to.

Five months after your wedding, it was your brother’s birthday party, and when you felt a man pressing up behind you, you felt a sudden leap of delight and anticipation, thinking it was Benjamín. Finally.

“Are you still angry with me?” said Mayo. “You know it was the only lasting way out.” His breath tickled your ear. You had imagined this moment so many times, and yet, now that it was happening, you found it left you cold.

“I’m married,” you said.

“That’s business. But what about pleasure?”

You turned to face him, lifting your chin. You used to find the easy, assured, amused look of his to be endlessly sexy, but in that moment, you just found it infuriating. “I’m married, Ismael.”

His gaze shifted subtly. “I’ve missed you too, if you need me to admit it.”

That struck you. You had always felt that he’d thrown you aside like a plaything he was tired of, but here he was, not even drunk yet, offering himself. You had to look away.

And there Benjamín was, watching you from across the dance floor, misery clear on every line of his face. Rage, too—but then you realized that he would not lash out in the way you expected, the way Chapo or Ramón or even your brother would have. I want you to be happy, he’d said. It seemed he would let you make your choice.

You crossed straight through the dance floor, not looking to the left or the right, until you’d reached your husband, and then you kissed him. After a moment of surprise, he sank his hands into your hair and kissed you back with a passion that made you forget where you were.

When at last you broke away, he tucked a tendril of your hair behind your ear and asked, “Can we go home?”

There was another question in his brown eyes, and you knew what he meant. You put your hand on his chest.

“Yes,” you said. “Let’s go home.”

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johnsamericano · 2 years

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𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓁.𝓉 6

summary: Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.

warnings: infidelity

taglist: @multistan30

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“So...How is everything going? Found some interesting lady yet?” Johnny looked at his friend through the mirror beneath him. He shook his head. “That's a pity. I'd love to have kids around the same time you do. I imagine them being friends, playing around while we have some tea with our wives...” He sighed, completely lost in his daydream.

“You are very much in love with y/n, aren't you?” He successfully concealed the sad tone in his voice with a fake smile.

“Ever since we were both young, I thought of her as a funny little child. But it wasn't until she turned sixteen, with all her witty replies and cocky attitude, that I truly started thinking of her as a woman. Have I told you the story of when she scolded me for not holding my fork correctly?”

“No, you haven't.” It was pure agony for the tailor. Knowing you'd marry a gentleman like Johnny, and not some other scumbag, was like a hot knife slowly stabbing his chest.

“They’d invited me over for dinner that night. I had only had etiquette lessons when I was a kid, but no one had ever commented on my manners.” He made a brief pause, smiling to himself. “I was quietly enjoying dinner when she suddenly took my hand and replaced the fork between my fingers. I recall her saying something about how much my way of holding it had been annoying her. Oh god, her mother scolded her so badly that night.” Johnny could almost travel back to that evening, staring at your beautiful orbs that lately had been driving him insane. “I think it was then that my heart started racing every time I saw her.”

“And you're spending the rest of your lives together. Must be wonderful...” Ten busied himself fixing his friend’s suit, marking the spots he'd have to cut and sew.

“I can't wait for you to live it as well. I'll find a proper lady for you as soon as I finish with the wedding preparations” The tailor smiled and nodded in response, putting an end to the conversation that was painfully clenching his heart.

He made some corrections here and there as fast as he could, eager to guide his friend out of the shop. The universe, however, had different plans for him.

“Is anyone here?” His hands stopped dead in their tracks as a familiar voice reached his ears.

Your mother.

“Mrs. Lee?” Johnny’s face brightened, stepping down from the pedestal he was standing on to greet his soon-to-be mother.

Oh, but she wasn't alone. You were walking closely behind her, fear taking over your features as soon as you saw both men.

“Johnny, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here!” Your mother shoved you in front of her body, holding you tightly by the shoulders. “We’re here to give our trusty tailor a task of utmost importance.”

“How can I help you, my lady?” His palms were sweaty.

“Go on, sweetheart, ask him if he could help us.” Just as if you were a little child, your mother urged you forward, an old piece of cloth between your hands. “I’ll be outside with Johnny if you excuse us.”

“Miss y/n.” You were standing face to face, soon left alone as your mother exited the store with Johnny, probably to show him the bakery where she'd just ordered your wedding cake. “Y/n...” He whispered ever so softly, tasting the sweet sound your name made as it flew out of his mouth. “I need to speak with you.”

“I just came here to have my grandmother’s veil fixed, Ten.” You shoved his way the thin piece of lace that had acquired a light shade of yellow from all the years. “Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it.”

“I hate the fact that I'm so selfish I can't be happy for my very best friend...” He caressed the patterns in the veil. “But how could I be when he's stealing away the woman I cherish?”

“The woman you cherish...” You scoffed, tightening your fists. “Interesting. Exactly how many women do you cherish, Ten?” The image of him with another woman still wounded you. Even worse, it hurt your pride.

“What you saw that day was nothing, I swear on my life. I was only trying to get rid of the thought of you.” He stepped closer and closer, forcing you to retreat until your back hit one of the walls. “Do you believe me?”

It took a few seconds for the words to truly settle in your ears. His proximity was too distracting.

“No.”

“I’ll gladly get on my knees if that's what it takes for you to forgive me.” He started to lower as if to prove his promise was true.

“That won’t change a thing.”

“Then what will? I'll do anything, y/n.” He grabbed your hands, warming them with his own. “Just say something.”

“If I cancel my engagement now, my whole family will suffer the consequences. Even if I want to forgive you, I cannot be selfish to those who love me.” Your fingertips traced his palms. “We should've never crossed that line.”

Ten retrieved his hands to place them on the wall behind you, caging your body with his arms.

“Who says you have to cancel your engagement?”

“...Pardon?” Caught by a sudden rush of bravery, he tenderly attached his lips to your neck.

“I'm willing to stay in the shadows as long as it means I can be with you, even if it's just for a couple of minutes every day. Just kissing your lips for a moment would be more than enough for me.”

“I can't do that to Johnny.” Your mind and heart were fighting each other, trying to get the right solution to your situation.

His hands touched your perfectly done hair, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.

“I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. Even if it means being selfish, I need to have you by my side.” His breath was tickling your cheeks ever so slightly. “Tell me...tell me you want this too.”

You tripped over your words, lost in his brown orbs.

“Ten...” You whispered.

“Y/n...”

Your lips pressed against his as if to seal an unspoken promise, one that no one could ever know about.

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct angst #wayv #wayv angst #wayv smut #wayv fluff #wayv fanfic #wayv ten #wayv scenarios #nct ten

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🌺 And I Will Steady Your Hand by @kiwikero (9K) | Explicit

All first year university students who had not yet presented were strongly advised to join the Fire Away meetings, a support group for so-called ‘late bloomers.’

They were not, however, advised to fall in love with someone else at the meetings without knowing what they might eventually present as.

🌺 Sigh for Sigh by @logogram (10k) | Explicit

When his father’s sudden illness forces Harry to get married in a hurry, he’s delighted that Lord Louis Tomlinson is the one who makes him an offer. Being married to Louis is just as wonderful as he imagined, except for one thing– they haven’t mated yet.

Or the one where they’re both idiots, Harry’s afraid to say what he’s thinking, and Louis’s just trying to be honorable.

🌺 Heart Eyes by @snowy38 (10k) | Explicit

He fidgeted nervously, long fingers pushed through his soft fringe, fingertips lingering on the thick curls that he felt formed there. He hoped his hair looked okay. He hoped he looked okay.

He hoped-

“Oi oi!” Niall’s loud, Irish voice cut into the small space along with the loud chatter of the party; the door assumingly opened. He swallowed.

“Fuck off!” A northern accent complained; the sound of bodies wrestling before it went quiet again; the clunk of the lock confirming to him that his suitor was now locked inside.

Harry knew the voice. He knew. And if he hadn’t known the voice, he would have known the smoky, sweet scent of the boy before him. Seventeen years old, friends since they were eight, and they’d never been pushed into the kissing cupboard together before.

🌺 Waiting by @allwaswell16 (10k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

🌺 All I Want For Christmas Is You (And Your Children) by @CobaltVelvet (11k) | Mature

Harry finds himself at Tesco on December 24th for a quick grocery shopping with his daughter Leah.

He thought he’d come back home with a few things for dinner (and probably a few that Leah slipped through the cart without him noticing).

He absolutely did not think about the possibility of meeting a gorgeous single father of two children.

And inviting him to his Christmas Eve dinner at home.

[Christmas Fic with single parents Harry and Louis, they meet at Tesco, Louis is struggling with money but no fear because Harry is there and it’s just really cute]

🌺 it's oh so still by @b0yfriendsinl0ve (12k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry doesn’t say much but Louis makes him want to try.

🌺 Kings by @haydolce / dolce_piccante (13k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Marcel receives an invitation to his ten year high school reunion, which brings up some painful memories of his youth. His lifelong best friend and roommate, Louis, is as supportive and kind as ever, but Marcel still has hesitations. Louis was Prom King. Marcel...was not.

Will Marcel make the reunion a night to remember with his former classmate, Zayn, who is newly wealthy, handsome, and reveals his childhood crush on Marcel? Or will Louis finally realize what everyone else has known all along?

🌺 Sound Like a Song by @allwaswell16 (14k) | Explicit

In high school, Louis Tomlinson lit up Harry’s world like nobody else, even if Harry did most of his pining from the safety of his tightly knit circle of friends. Ten years later, Harry is ready to make some changes. He’s tired of having so many regrets and not taking charge of his life, and he still hasn’t forgotten how brightly Louis shines. He’s about to get a long awaited second chance.

Or the one where Harry helps out at a farmer’s market and gives Louis free vegetables.

Part 1 of When We Were Young

🌺 only guilty of loving you by @sweetrevenge (22k) | Mature

After Harry gets set up with his co-worker’s alpha friend Louis, he’s expecting some pleasant conversation, free dinner, and maybe a new friend. What he doesn’t expect, however, is that Louis’ arrival in his life begins a life of crime Harry never knew he had in him.

A You’ve Got Mail!AU with a twist.

🌺 If We Have Each Other by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis (23k) | Mature

“When are you going to accept my offer to go out again? It’s been seven years and you’re still saying no to a fun night?” Niall complains.

“A night in with Mads is a fun night for me Ni, I already told you that.” Harry responds while serving a customer.

“You’re infuriating, I just want my best friend to go out with me tonight, is it too much to ask?” Niall pouts but all Harry does is chuckle and prepare the coffee machine for the double espresso the customer ordered.

“Playing the victim, are we now?” Harry is so used to Niall’s techniques. “Well, I have good news for you, Maddie is having a sleepover at one of her friends so tonight so I’m all yours.”

OR AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

🌺 smile in slow motion by @istajmaal (24k) | Explicit

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate.

🌺 some things fade (some never do) by @we_are_the_same (25k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

🌺 might we be stardust stories by @canyonemoon / ryanreynolds (25k) | General Audiences

"It was easier being at war." In which werewolves and vampires have been fighting each other for a century, and Harry and Louis' marriage is what's gonna bring peace to the realm. Hopefully.

🌺 Wait For Me To Come Home by @beautifully_cyan (26k) | General Audiences

AU: Soulmates are found through photographs. When you take normal pictures with people who aren’t your soulmate, the picture is in full of color. When you take one with your soulmate, it’s black and white. Harry find’s out his “soulmate” has lied to him and realizes their photo was edited to be black and white. And that’s when Louis comes along..

🌺 Friday I’m in Love by @whatevertearsyou / perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (29k) | Mature

It has a pattern, Harry has noticed. It’s not that he has been observing the guy who regularly comes to the coffee shop for the past few weeks; but he totally has. It’s also not Harry’s fault that he’s infatuated with the guy who apparently follows a very repetitive schedule. Or the one where Harry works at the coffee shop and Louis goes there almost every day and Harry is head over heels for him, making his love life look like a The Cure song. Inspired by Friday I’m in Love by The Cure (obviously).

🌺 Lies & Liability by @evilovesyou /4ureyesonly28 (34k) | Mature

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

🌺 Listen To Your Heart by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (35k) | Explicit

Are you kidding me right now?

I… No? Louis frowned, feeling angry now. It wasn’t fair, he knew that, but at the same time, he couldn’t help his feelings. It felt like this had been brewing for weeks, and this was it. Give it a rest, Harry.

Why are you such a brat? Why can’t you just be happy for me for once?

You think I want to hear about you kissing James? Really, H? There’s things I just don’t need to know, okay? I’m your best mate, not your fucking relationship advisor…

*****

Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go.

Harry is very lucky to have someone who listens to what he has to say, despite the fact that he’s deaf. He’s finally feeling like he’s coming into himself, but Louis seems bothered by his newfound confidence.

🌺 If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16 (36k) | Explicit

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas…until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

🌺 Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It by @myownspark (39k) | Not Rated

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.

Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.

🌺 Hidden Gardens by @pinky-heaven19 (41k) | Mature

Harry burst out laughing, the sound mixing with the loud chatter as more people entered the pub.

“I knew you'd say that! It's just too easy to get you riled up, isn't it?” Harry took another sip of his beer, cleaning a little foam off his upper lip

“Why do you like to piss me off so much?” Louis said, rubbing his closed eyes with the tip of his fingers. He didn't feel as angry as he looked, but apparently he had a reputation to keep.

“Believe me, the only time I did it on purpose was just now. Hey, is this going to be our dynamic forever? I come here, you snap at me for no reason at all, throw me out and I come back? It's getting pretty predictable.”

“Why do you keep coming back, exactly?” Louis said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I like your pretty face. And Niall has sick jokes. The beer is fine, too."

OR the one where Louis owns a pub and Harry is a photographer who needs his help for a project. Louis is grumpy, Harry is not. Louis has a secret. There is some pining and a lot of fluff.

🌺 connoisseurs of comfort by @sky_reid (45k) | Explicit

louis has only really had his flat to himself for a few weeks when liam knocks on the door and brings him a new flatmate. this one turns out to be a bit different though.

🌺 This Feeling orphan_account (58k) | Explicit

“Gonna play it back for you now.” Louis clicked play and the song flooded through Harry’s headphones.

The sound of each others voices united into one, and the rhythm of the music carried their voices effortlessly. Harry’s insides tingled and a wave of shivers rolled down his spine.

Before the clip cut off, Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Louis, and failed miserably at disguising his smile. Louis stared back at him in shock.

Or A Larry Duet AU

🌺 I Just Wanna Get Back to Us by @louiesunshine (62k) | Mature

“Harry! Hey bro, it’s Zayn.”

He’s confused. Zayn is normally not a morning person, often mad at the universe until eleven or so. It’s definitely odd, why is he so cheery? “Why are you in a good mood, it’s eight in the morning, Z.”

Only a laugh is heard through the phone. “I’ve had two Redbulls.”

That explains it. “What can I do for you? I’m trying to get some sleep before I head over to the studio and to my ultimate death.”

“Harry, I swear to God, you are the most dramatic person I know. It’s going to be alright, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Lou.”

Just Lou? This is not just Lou. This is Louis fucking Tomlinson-Styles - err, just Tomlinson now - his soulmate and ex-husband. The only person that Harry is meant to be with for the rest of his life. The person he’s supposed to have children with and live an amazing life with. They’re supposed to grow old and grey together. This universe paired them together for a life long journey.

“This isn’t just Lou, Zayn and you know that.”

Or, where Harry and Louis are divorced soulmates who are seeing each other for the first time in two years.

🌺 Tug-of-War by @cherrystreet (63k) | Explicit

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

Soundtrack: What Would I Do Without You by Drew Holcomb and The Neighbors

🌺 Hamartia by @tomlinvelvet (66k) | Explicit

“Your scent lingering on my pillow… oh Honey, If only you knew that the moment I dread most every time you leave… Is when it fades.”

Six years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He’s far from expecting the alpha he loved to be struggling in the same way.

All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn’t take long for them both to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.

🌺 Picking Up The Pieces by @halohamilton / Halos_Boat (72k) | Explicit

Harry just signed his second set of divorce papers. He felt like his life was over, like he had nothing left. Then he meets Louis.

🌺 The Lone Hydrangea by @lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes) (77k) | Explicit

“Thank you again,” he smiled at Harry as he picked up the arrangement and headed towards the door, and Harry quickly realised he didn’t know the man’s name. “I – wait! Sorry, I just...what’s your name?” At the man’s eyebrow raise, Harry stumbled over his words, “It’s just, if you’re coming back, I thought I should…know.” As the man looked at Harry, his smile only grew, and Harry’s heart thumped in his chest. “My name’s Louis. Louis Tomlinson, and it was so lovely to meet you,” he shot one final grin in Harry’s direction, “I’ll see you next week, Harry.” And then he was gone. “It was lovely to meet you too,” Harry whispered to the empty shop, putting his head on the counter, “Louis”.

Or the post Hogwarts AU where Harry's a florist, Louis' a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other.

🌺 Consequences by @allwaswell16 (78k) | Explicit

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time. An amnesia au

🌺 I Get To Love You by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (83k) | Explicit

A one night stand leaves Harry with a permanent reminder of the night he spent with a stranger.

Louis has no idea who the handsome stranger he took to bed is... until his friends make a shocking discovery.

A baby is on the way, and Louis and Harry have nine months to get to know each other before they become a family...

🌺 Holiday Secrets by @Alice_Novelland (87k) | Mature

Harry Styles, a charming, kind and family-oriented lad, is in his second year of University, studying abroad in the United States. When Harry can’t afford to go home for Christmas, his roommate William Tomlinson takes him along to his family. William rarely talks about or visits his own family and seems very private about his twin brother Louis. Immediately upon meeting William’s large, loud family, Harry is intrigued with Louis. He is alluring yet awfully shy and secretive. And even when they grow closer to each other, Louis continues to remain somewhat frightened and distant. What is Louis hiding, what is his secret?

🌺 won't you wear my watermark by @bottomlinsons (90k) | Explicit

The new Earl of Harrisson is a young man, an impulsive romantic, forced to shoulder too much responsibility far too soon. He is also Louis’ soulmate, but there’s nothing to be done about that. At least, as far as Louis is concerned.

The Earl, it seems, will take some convincing.

(A slow burn Regency AU featuring secrets, seduction and, our favourite, soulmarks.)

🌺 Back From The Edge by @sincewewereeighteen (113k) | Mature

“Guess my eyes are very blue.”

“They are.” Harry agrees easily. “You’ve got beautiful eyes.”

“You’re drunker than you think.” Louis snorts.

“Why’s that?”

“We’ve just met and you said I have beautiful eyes. Only people who are in love say that.” He points.

“Maybe I am in love with you.” Harry points back, feeling very smart. Yep. Maybe he is drunker than he thought.

Or: the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn’t counting on falling for his beard’s best friend. It gets messy.

🌺 Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by @angelichl (113k) | Explicit

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

🌺 Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics (113k) | Mature

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

🌺 Mine Would Be You by @ crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) (114k) | Explicit

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn’t intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

🌺 Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by @Toomanytears (126k) | Explicit

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

Part 1 of Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices

🌺 Monday Meetings by @kikikryslee (147k) | Mature

American AU where the boys all work for their college newspaper. Louis gets to voice his opinion in every issue, Liam is in charge, keeping everyone in line, Niall just really loves soccer, Zayn is an aspiring photographer and Harry is the incoming photo editor.

(Or, the one where Louis wants to date Harry, but won't, because they work together, even though the other boys follow no such rule.)

--- Louis turned and looked Harry in the eye. "I told Niall that even though he wanted to date Josh, his co-worker, it just wasn't going to work out. And that was OK, because there's plenty of other people out there for him." Please take the hint. Please. It looked like Harry did, because he simply nodded before breaking the gaze.

Part 1 of The Taylor Times

🌺 This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere (149k) | Explicit

Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.

But this isn’t that universe.

//an X-Men AU.

🌺 Have Faith In Me by @stylinsoncity (183k) | Mature

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

🌺 Shake Me Down by @agreatperhaps12 (208k) | Not RatedHarry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

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