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saladejin · 4 years

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Admire | 05

Seokjin x Fem!Reader | arranged marriage!au, husband!Seokjin | Strangers to lovers, angst, self discovery, loneliness in luxury, touch starvation (eventual smut), eventual domestic fluff

Summary: You’d never needed anyone else. Growing up alone, living alone, existing alone. It all came naturally and effortlessly, quite like breathing. That was until your somewhat distant parents finally decided it was time to make good on a promise. One they’d made before you were even born.

Warnings: Some depressing and painful talk but nothing crazy, a few fluffy and domestic-ish moments for u all, and oh ... there’s only one bed? O_o

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is so different from what it used to be, wow. I was out here changing entire paragraphs lol, but anyway sorry if there are any mistakes! Let me know your thoughts at the end :)

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The road fell away in front of you as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. After a round of brusque insistence on his behalf, you'd finally given in and let Seokjin convince you into relinquishing the driver's seat after a couple of hours on the road. You made sure to grumble in protest before plonking yourself down on the passenger side, him brushing you off easily.

You’d put the memory of the thoughtless kiss to the back of your mind, hoping that he’d forgotten just as swiftly. You were here to enjoy your trip, not to overthink about what had happened in the past. Thinking back on the past 24 hours, you sighed in defeat.

Let’s hope we don’t crash.

*hours earlier*

You both arrived at the meeting place after countless attempts of stuttering out the most confusing directions to the driver. At this point, you almost wanted to pass out and it was still relatively early.

Managing to greet all your aunties, uncles, and cousins as a couple of lovebirds came effortlessly enough. It was nothing but a way of life for you and Seokjin these days.

“(Y/n) you’ve grown so much. Oh, I’m going to cry!”

You tried to calm one of your more eccentric aunties while your husband stood awkwardly to the side, looking around at the gathered group of people in contemplation. Dressed casually again, he hadn’t been prepared for the sheer number of everyday individuals preparing to depart. All beside a line of large black and white motorhomes which were currently fuelling up under the shade of nearby woodland.

Once the two of you finally managed to break away from the introductions and reunions, you let out a sigh of relief. You were finally alone, sinking into the refurbished leather seats of the vehicle to regain your composure. Dealing with a horde of chipper relatives can deplete one’s energy like a starved leech if it continues for too long.

“Sorry, they’re just excited.” You laughed airily, leaning forward to switch on the air conditioner. The temperature outside was already heating up from the unforgiving sun, and you were going to positively drown in sweat if you didn’t get some cold air blasting on you lickety-split.

“They’re…lively. But it’s okay, I signed up for it anyway,” the tall man replied with a smirk of his own. He seemed amused at how quickly you'd been swamped, but he also seemed to notice how happy you were at receiving all the attention.

“The first one will probably leave soon. I’ll start driving and then if you want you can switch with me later. We won’t make it to the first stop today, but it’ll most likely end up being late tomorrow morning,” you explained while readying yourself at the wheel of the vehicle. Seokjin hummed in acknowledgement and craned his long neck backwards to ensure your bags were all safe a secure.

You admired how comfortable he looked in his simple travelling clothes. How he could pull off such a simple but effective appearance that highlighted his handsome features, such as his dusky brown eyes and midnight coloured locks of hair - hair that had grown out and gotten nicely longer, you might add - was a complete and utter mystery to you.

“By the way, we don’t have to put on as much of an act here with these people,” you began on a weirdly sombre note, trying not to look over at him for a reaction. “The whole relationship thing doesn’t matter to them as much. They won’t get suspicious or question us, so don’t stress too much about going all out, alright?”

“Okay,” came his simple reply, void of much emotion.

You didn’t know why you expected anything else, but a small part of you longed to continue pretending. You wanted to be with him, wanted to feel his hands on your skin again. It was almost too much for you to handle. You couldn’t imagine anyone else ever feeling so conflicted about their own lover, not to mention having hands on your arms of all places.

Absurd. Right?

Suddenly, the motorhome in front of you began rolling forward and you pressed down slowly on the gas pedal to follow suit. Seokjin twisted his broad shoulders back around to face the front, blinking harshly as the sunlight shone through the windscreen and hit him forcefully in the face.

Your lips quirked up in an amused smirk. What a goof.

*present*

Your eyes drooped with a heavy sleepiness as Seokjin finally pulled the truck into the site where everyone would be camping. The drive had been quite lengthy, but you’d been swapping every few hours or so until you’d become too tired to go on. Being the husband-material he was, Seokjin gladly took the burden of getting you both through the rest of the way.

“Hey wake up, everyone’s getting out for some reason.”

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and groaned, feeling slightly more energised from your nap but still groggy. You slowly made your way down the steps and outside into the humid air, nostalgic memories finally flowing into your mind as you watched the members of your family collecting around several bright vans.

“Oh, this is the food truck stop,” you rasped out in a matter-of-factly tone, causing Seokjin to eye you in confusion. It was luckily still light enough to catch his dumbfounded expression.

“There are food trucks in this parkland area, so we can go and buy some hot-dogs or something if we want. It’s always the first dinner stop,” you tried to explain mid-yawn. The sky was blending into darkness as the sun began to set below the horizon.

“You’re so sleepy.” Seokjin snorted lowly, almost chuckling when you looked up at him through glaring watery eyes from the yawn, as if it weren’t obvious enough. He looked fairly relaxed, and you gently smiled at the sight of his beautiful eyes lighting up with wonder at the view of the campsite around him.

It was enthralling, how fascinated he was with absolutely everything. Even though the red cap sitting atop his black mop of hair cast a shadow over his face, it was still easy to spot just how eager he was to just enjoy life normally for once. To be a commoner and forget about all the pressed suits he had hanging up at home, the bucket loads of cash sitting in his bank account, the disapproving parents.

Now was the time he could finally taste the sweetness of freedom.

All of a sudden, the tall man left a tap on your shoulder and leaned in close once you faced him curiously. The stuffy fog of sleep was immediately chased away from your whirring mind, and you widened your eyes in shock when one of his hands pulled you closer, indicating what he wanted you to do with a simple touch.

Is he initiating a kiss, for once?

You reacted almost instantly to his subtle body language, everything coming naturally as you stepped in closer and raised your lips to peck his plump ones sweetly. Your whole body was buzzing with eruptions of joy, heat and surprise at the impulse; hands curling into his shirt so that you could feel the warmth of his body even more…for just a little bit longer. It was so rare for him to be bold like this.

For a single second, you forgot what your relationship truly was and felt - for the first time - what it was like to pour your heart into loving another person.

An older man cackled with his friend as they shared a beer together. “My, you young ones are just so passionate, aren’t you?” You swept some hair back behind your ear and ducked your head to hide the embarrassed flush. Or maybe you were trying to hide the stupid smile sitting on your face.

“I’ll get some food for us,” Seokjin said after another few moments of observing the place. You inwardly gaped at him as he moved towards one of the colourful food trucks, wondering if he was going to actually cover you for food.

What's gotten into him? Maybe it’s just because he’s used to putting on a performance, and that it’s such a different setting on top of that.

You shook your head to rid yourself of the fluffy feelings and jogged up to where your dark-haired partner was lining up for hot dogs.

“Do you want me to give you some cash for mine?” you asked hesitantly, gaze imploring for his attention again.

“No, go find a table to sit at,” he murmured, flicking his head upwards to point out a group of empty wooden tables nearby. You were pleasantly surprised at his motive and couldn’t help the way your jaw went slightly slack, simply stunned. Eventually, you complied and headed over towards the seats.

He'd looked so refreshed and so pleased with himself. Even with the weariness brought on by the long and tiresome journey.

The whole area was illuminated by a few atmospheric park lamps, but everyone knew that it would soon grow too dark to stay outside for much longer. Plus, you’d all need a good night’s sleep if you were going to make it to your stop tomorrow. You almost groaned again at the thought of driving so early.

“Here, I forgot to ask what drink you wanted, but you usually like bubbly stuff so I got a soft drink.”

Bit different from champagne, you surmised, but it was cute that he thought like that.

Seokjin placed a can next to where your arm was resting on the tabletop. Then, he held out a delicious looking hot dog sprinkled with fried onion rings, and you couldn’t stop the way your stomach grumbled and growled at the sight.

“I’m a starved woman, thank you.’’

He sat down and glanced around at the groups of people chatting, the strange but somehow never misplaced glimmer of interest never faltering in his eyes. On the other hand, you essentially inhaled the meal in front of you despite how weird it felt to ingest such cheap and fattening food. After months of high-class dining, it was more peculiar than one would think. Even something as unfamiliar as eating such a messy meal didn’t bother either one of you after the day you'd had.

“So, you don’t go around and talk to them much?” Seokjin questioned in a light tone of voice, picking his long and slightly curved fingers clean of any crumbs. The man was picturesque in how calm and concentrated he was. You decided that you liked that look of determination on him, even if it was for something so insignificant.

“I do, but I’m not really in the mood right now.” You sighed, resting your face into your palm so that you could ease the tension in your sore neck. You cast your gaze downwards and hoped that you wouldn’t regret your next words.

“Plus, I kind of want to spend most of my time on this trip with you.”

His eyes stared into yours from across the table, unblinking as he was thrown into one of his strange thoughtful silences.

You rushed to elaborate in a panic. “I-I … well I’ve done this trip many times and I thought it’d be nice to get to know each other a little bit more. We haven’t really asked many questions during the past few months, and I already feel so peaceful travelling together that I thought it’d be cool to just spend some time away from all the parties and shit to really relax and talk, you know?”

Cool? Did I really just say it'd be cool if we talked? Fuck you (Y/n).

You took a rickety breath and clasped both your hands together to try and hide your flustered appearance. With pursed lips and a slight cringe from the ranting accompanying your nerves, you searched his gaze with your own to try your best at reading him.

“Yeah, I know. It would make everything easier if we knew more about each other, so I don’t have to make up more lies,” he eventually spoke after clearing his throat quietly.

You thought he would’ve been more uncomfortable, or rather less than willing to take you up on the suggestion, but you were surprised yet again at his almost enthusiastic response. Was he finally letting you see past the high and sturdy walls he’d built up at the beginning of your relationship? If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was coming out of his shell a little as well, but then again it wasn’t as if you knew enough to make that observation in any kind of confidence.

Maybe he's always been more open like this to people he was close with, and you were only just beginning to see this side. Even if that was the case, it made you happy to think that he was starting to trust you enough to change the way he acted. You were content enough to be considered as something close to a friend, at least.

“It’s late. We should head in,” his familiar voice snapped you out of your rampant thoughts, causing your feelings of bewilderment to skyrocket.

I need to keep my shit together!

“Yeah, sorry for spacing out.” You laughed, trying to shrug off the mortification at failing to keep your wits about you. Maybe if he stopped being so oddly charming with his perfect lips and enigmatic eyes, you’d be able to focus a little better.

You made your way to the last motorhome in the line. Seokjin had parked it a little ways from the others, almost as if he’d sensed your need for privacy and solitude. You were somewhat introverted at the best of times, so after a whole day of socialising you really wanted nothing more than to retreat back to your own little space to recuperate.

Had he figured that out, or was it just a lucky guess? Maybe he was just the same…

You followed him into the portable house and weaved yourself around the table and sofa lounges, eventually coming to stop by the comfy looking queen bed at the very back. This was where things would get weird again. You’d never shared a bed before tonight, and the couches weren’t large enough to allow anyone space to sleep either.

“Ah, I guess we don’t have a choice. You don’t mind, do you?” you remarked reluctantly, knowing that you were more than happy to have company in your bed, but he might not feel the same.

“Well what else can I do?” He shrugged with indifference. “I would’ve taken the couch if I could’ve already.”

“Right, sorry I didn’t tell you before we left.”

You sighed, more embarrassment clouding your vision as you hurriedly searched the inside of your suitcase for a flimsy shirt. It was way too hot during the summertime to wear a full set of pyjamas, so you hoped Seokjin wouldn’t feel even more uncomfortable by your choice of clothing.

Better than being naked.

You shuddered with heat at the thought but pushed it all away quickly. This was already bad enough as it was.

“It’s fine, I honestly don’t mind if you don’t,” he grunted while beginning to unbutton his shirt. You swallowed thickly at the sight of his broad chest and collarbone slowly getting revealed the lower he went. That, paired with the way his hair had become messy and rugged after driving and running his hands through it, was a dangerous combination you were enjoying way too much.

“Well, I don’t. Never did." You smiled nervously before moving to the bathroom to get changed.

You knew that sharing a bed with him after so many months was never going to be an easy feat. It was awkward at best, with you trying your best to ignore the thoughts of him being so close - thanks to your fear of doing something unpredictable - and him having no trouble forgetting you were there altogether. It was nothing for him. Somehow, he could just sleep the night away and not think about the presence of other people constantly.

The sound of soft breathing, the occasional movement of a foot or arm, the slight rise of the duvet with every deep inhale, or even the dreamy mumbling slipping past lips every now and again. You envied the peaceful way he drifted off, knowing that living with siblings most likely allowed him to factor these things right out.

For you, they were things that kept your eyes wide open, mind running a million miles a minute.

The next morning brought you to the first town on the itinerary. The sleepless night faded away as you parked the large vehicle next to the others, legs already bouncing with excitement at the thought of finally visiting some of your old childhood pastimes.

You all spent the day traipsing through the streets while some of the older family members greeted the shopkeepers and residents heartily. You could feel your heart bursting at the sight of Seokjin looking around the place with wide eyes, obvious amazement lighting up his face as he regarded the interactions of those around him. There was a growing fondness there you never thought you’d see.

One parkland picnic later, and the two of you found yourselves mingling with the crowd. You surprisingly found it easy to talk about your married life together. Even though he was quiet and unsure of how to act, everyone loved Seokjin and found great amusement in teasing and joking around with him. Many times you had to bite your tongue to hold back a snort of laughter. The old uncles and aunties never did hold back their rowdy banter.

“I remember when I was first married, son,” your eldest cousin said and clapped a hand firmly onto Seokjin’s shoulder, “It’s always magical at first, but soon you’ll want to chew your own ear off!”

You all laughed at his sardonic humour. Everyone, even the hopeless romantics, knew that marriage was never supposed to be perfect.

“It can’t be magical the whole time?” Seokjin asked thoughtfully, the tone of his voice light-hearted but the nature of the question way too innocent for your boisterous family to bypass.

Okay, maybe not everyone knew.

You almost choked on your sandwich when the people around you burst into loud laughter, feeling sorry for your husband. He just didn’t know the group of people he was dealing with yet.

The older men clinked their beers together. “Look at this guy, he wants a life-long honeymoon phase!”

“Nah, I think he’s looking for an early grave instead.”

You furrowed your brows and yelled through a smile, “Hey! What do you take me for, a monster?”

They exchanged wide-eyed looks and chuckled again before waving you off and tousling your hair affectionately.

“Be careful or I’ll tell Aunty what you said.” You giggled, trying to fix your messy tresses.

The loud and harmless jesting continued amongst the rest of the group while you turned to see how Seokjin was going with his food. A smile curved your lips again when you spotted the slight crinkle appearing at the corners of his eyes. He was amused, and the way the beaming sunlight streamed down through the tree branches to light up his grinning face was breathtakingly perfect.

His eyes shifted to meet yours suddenly, and you were glad it didn’t cause his expression to change. His gaze, irrevocably beautiful, was so warm and lively. If you could, you would want to see him this happy for the rest of his life.

“Son,” he mouthed quietly after shifting his gaze away from your awestruck scrutiny, “I’m still waiting for my own father to call me that.”

A ruthless stab to your chest. Not only from his words, but rather the lack of emotion he expressed while speaking them.

You didn’t know the kind of relationships he’d had, or how he’d lived his life so far, but trying to find out was like trying to connect with a brick wall. This simple statement about his father had you swallowing back sympathy, and it was upsetting to think that you’d never even once thought to ask him about it.

You wanted – no, you needed him to open up to you.

Quickly sifting through one of the cute picnic baskets led you to find a bundle of sweet packaged snacks. You would do anything to wipe that distantly forlorn look off his face, and universal law stated that candy was sure-fire way to lift anyone’s spirits. You personally loved them, but it was tough to determine if his tastes would match.

“Want a jelly?”

“Wait, you mean-” he started, but cut himself off when you finally fished out a specific packet and let out a small ‘ah!’ of triumph. His eyes shone with recognition, and you became confused at his unexpected reaction.

“I haven’t had these since I was young. They were my favourite, but my mother wanted us to stop eating too many sugary things…” Seokjin revealed, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he recalled his childhood memories.

“Well, you’re on your own now, and I’m not going to stop you. So here.” You chuckled and waited until he’d grabbed a handful of jellies before popping one into your own mouth.

Seokjin shook his head with a huff. He obviously found it stupid how he’d followed the strict rules of his parents for so long, not allowing himself to rebel in the slightest. It had never been an option before, but now here he was – living in a motorhome, eating hot dogs and jellies, basically hitchhiking through old weary towns rather than having his head down working for a big-time business firm.

You watched his eyes trail over you again, almost picking up his phantom of a voice saying, “So this is the life I could have lived.”

It brought a smile to your face as you thought about the way his gaze had lit up and drank everything in with such fervour. His cold and masquerade-like world was changing, he was seeing life from a different perspective, and knowing that you’d played a part in that brought you immense joy.

It was a warm glow of happiness you’d never felt or known before.

Night fell once more. Everyone filtered away to their beds, eyes drooping and bellies full of the various baked goods of the town. It had been an amazing day, and you knew you couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to help Seokjin emerge from his shell.

He seemed to be enjoying the trip for the exact same reasons you always had. Except now, you had another.

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patchworkofstars · 6 years

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Seven Days of Love Notes

Chapter 2: Tuesday Stars

Chapter 1 AO3

Pairing: Royality

Summary: Patton has a plan to cure Virgil’s insomnia. Too bad Roman and Logan are behaving (more) strangely (than usual).

Chapter 2 Word Count: 1,863

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything that needs noting for this chapter.

On Tuesday morning, Patton found a note in the cutlery drawer.

You are a star lighting my darkest night, it said, and there were little stars drawn all around the words. He could feel the mushy smile return to his face as he gazed at it, wondering again just who the writer was. His reverie was interrupted by a sudden voice from the doorway.

“What have you got there?”

Patton spun around, startled, to find Virgil watching him. “Just a note, nothing important", he said, quickly slipping it into his pocket. He hesitated. “Unless you wrote it?”

Virgil shook his head.

“Must have been one of the others, then!” Patton said brightly. “Anyway, how are you, kiddo? Feeling any better today?”

Virgil shrugged. “Still tired. Still not sleeping. I just wanna curl up and die, but nope, I can’t even get that right.”

Patton bit his lip and frowned. Coming up with solutions wasn't exactly his strong suit, but there must be some way he could help his friend. "Wait!" he said suddenly, snapping his fingers, “Would it help if you had someone to sleep with?”

“Uhhhh...” Virgil stared at him.

Patton blushed slightly. “Oh, uh, I didn’t mean like that. I just thought…maybe we could put cushions and sleeping bags on the living room floor, and have a sort of sleepover. You and me, and perhaps the others if you’d like it and they’re willing. So you wouldn’t be alone.”

“That...might actually help”, said Virgil, after a moment’s consideration. “I dunno, at this point I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Would you like the others to join us?”

Virgil shrugged. “I guess if they want to, they can. I don’t want either of them throwing a fit because they feel left out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You invite them, though. I don’t have the energy to deal with them right now.”

Patton smiled broadly. “Sure, kiddo! This’ll be fun! And I’ll let them know this sleepover is for sleeping, so they’re not bickering until 2 am.” He winked, and Virgil gave him a half smile.

“Thanks, Dad, you’re the best.”

* * * * *

Roman seemed strangely flustered when he opened the door of his room. Rather than flinging it wide as he usually did, he stopped it halfway with a foot, blocking Patton's view of whatever lay beyond. His right hand fidgeted awkwardly with the cuff of his jacket, and his eyes kept flicking to one side. The others might have let it slide, but Patton wasn't the others. He always preferred the direct approach.

"What are you hiding in there?" he asked, trying to peer past Roman into the room.

“Nothing at all!” He laughed nervously. “W-Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, please!”

“One moment, my room’s rather messy. I’ve been working on a project of sorts, just let me clean up a little...”

With that, he slid himself out of the doorway, pulling the door shut as he moved. Patton frowned at the wooden barrier. For a brilliant actor, Roman could be terrible at acting.

He reappeared a minute later, face flushed and with a smile Patton could easily see was forced. The prince’s true smiles always lit up his eyes, and this one didn’t even reach them.

“Come in!” he said too brightly, scraping a hand through his hair as he stepped back and held the door open for the moral side.

Patton couldn’t see anything in the room to explain the odd behaviour. He stepped across the threshold onto the plush carpet, his eyes roving across all the old familiar Disney posters and playbills on the walls. Taking a deep breath, he filled his nostrils with the scent of roses, cinnamon, buttered popcorn, and fresh air that always made him feel somehow at home.

His eyes wandered back to Roman and found him gazing back with an oddly soft expression. Patton’s breath caught in his throat, but then the prince jerked his head away, clearing his throat and moving to stand in front of his desk drawers.

“So, what did you want to speak to me about?” he asked, his voice a little too high-pitched.

“Oh, uh…” Patton dragged his attention back to the matter at hand. “Virgil and I are having a sleepover in the living room tonight, and we wondered if you’d like to join us.”

“You’re having a sleepover? With Virgil?” Roman’s eyes tightened.

“That’s right.”

“Well, in that case, I'll definitely be there. I can't leave you all alone with Edward Sullen.”

Patton ignored the jab at Virgil and smiled. “Great! I’m going to invite Logan, too, so hopefully the whole family will be there.”

“Sounds good.” Roman cleared his throat. He glanced at the door, but didn’t move from his spot in front of the drawers.

Patton bit his lip. “Well, uh, I’d better go see Logan now.” His feet seemed to be glued to the floor, determined not to let him leave.

“Yes, and I should get back to working on, uh...”

“Your project! Yes, I hope it goes well.” He forced a bright smile, mentally instructing his legs to carry him to the door. They finally obliged, but each step felt stiff and unnatural. It didn’t help that his eyes kept glancing back to Roman instead of looking where he was going. When he reached the doorway, he paused.

“I’ll see you later then, at the, uh, sleepover.”

“Yes, indeed. The sleepover.” Roman still hadn’t moved.

Patton stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door shut behind him, then leaned against the wall and sighed. Why the purple pogo sticks did this only happen around Roman? They were all his friends, all his family, and yet only Roman turned his heart into a jackhammer. He closed his eyes and tried to sort through his emotions, but they were too tangled for him to pick apart.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus on what mattered. It was clear something was bothering Roman, but equally clear he didn’t want to discuss it. Patton hoped he would feel comfortable confiding in him eventually. In the meantime, there were the others to worry about. It was time to speak to Logan.

* * * * *

“Logan?”

“Come in.”

Patton pushed open the door and stepped into the room, struck as ever by the sheer academic nerdiness of the place. Everything was systematically arranged for maximum efficiency, files neatly labelled, books carefully alphabetised… It was all so different from Patton’s haphazard collection of nostalgic clutter and Roman’s realm of stories.

Logan sat on his ergonomic leather desk chair like an Architect of Order on his throne. Papers covered with notes and diagrams littered his desk, and amidst them he was reading from a thick tome of some sort.

“What did you want, Patton?” he asked, without looking up from the text.

“Uh, the rest of us are having a sleepover in the living room tonight. Do you want to join us?”

“A sleepover?”

“That’s right.”

“Calling it a sleepover doesn’t make sense when we all live here already.” Logan still hadn’t looked up.

Patton bit his lip. He hadn’t expected enthusiasm, but he couldn’t help worrying about how distant and distracted Logan seemed. “Well, whatever you want to call it, the three of us will be sleeping in the living room tonight.”

“Just sleeping? No silly games or midnight snacks?”

“Just sleeping. It’s to help Virgil. Will you join us?”

Logan glanced up just for a moment and sighed. "I suppose so, if it's to help Virgil sleep."

“Thank you! I’ll, uh, see you later then.”

“Indeed.”

* * * * *

Fudgsicles, with all the emotions that had been swirling around he’d forgotten to caution Roman and Logan not to fight. Although in fairness to Logan, neither he nor Patton had any idea why Roman suddenly snapped.

He had been carefully making a bed for himself to the left of Patton’s – Virgil having already claimed the patch of floor to his right – and as he worked he’d been humming the same tune Patton recognised from their pancake-making session the previous day. A moment later Logan, who had been setting up his own bed perpendicular to the other three, had joined in with the words.

“Longin’ to tell you

But afrai-”

Roman launched himself across the room and slammed his pillow into Logan’s face, the momentum sending them both crashing down onto his bed.

For a second everyone froze, then Logan pushed both the pillow and Roman away and yelled, “What was that in aid of?!”

Roman’s face was scarlet and his eyes blazed. “What on earth possessed you of all people to suddenly start singing?!” he yelled back.

"I thought perhaps you had forgotten the lyrics, and rather than embarrassing you by pointing it out I decided to remind you of them subtly."

“I know the lyrics perfectly well, I just don’t feel like singing them right now!”

Logan tugged at his pyjamas to straighten them. “How was I to know that for the first time ever you didn’t want to sing? And why should that mean I’m not allowed to?” He narrowed his eyes. “Is this because you li-”

Roman shoved the pillow across his face again.

“Uh, boys?” Patton said hesitantly. The pair whirled around as if they’d only just remembered he and Virgil were there.

Roman’s blush flamed even brighter. “I am done!" he cried, grabbing his pillow back from Logan and throwing himself onto his bed, his face turned away from the group.

"Good", said Logan, "Because I have had more than enough of your irrational outbursts for one day." He sat down on his bed and opened a book, glaring at it with more venom than Turn Left At Orion probably deserved.

Patton directed an apologetic smile at Virgil, who shrugged and got into bed. Pushing his frustration with them far away, the moral side looked around at his beloved family and felt his heart swell with warmth and joy. Then he climbed into his own bed and snapped his fingers to turn off the light.

A string of expletives issued from Logan’s bed, followed by fumbling sounds and then the bright beam of a flashlight.

“No reading in bed, Logan”, Patton told him. “You’ll strain your eyes.”

Logan muttered a few more expletives under his breath, but gave up and extinguished the light. Patton lay on his back and smiled to himself, listening to the soft rhythm of Virgil’s breathing to his right and the occasional sighs from Roman to his left. He wriggled his toes, secure in the awareness that Logan lay only a few inches beyond them. This was the time of night when he would usually say his secret goodnights to them all, but he had a feeling that would embarrass them. He would have to settle for something less mushy.

“I love you all”, he told them. “You make my heart sing so much it’s like a choir of angels in here! I hope it doesn’t keep you awake. Sleep tight!”

Then he relaxed, half an eye on Virgil, as he drifted off to sleep.

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