#last legacy fluff

[luvring]

for @gwenene — felix: dialogue 11, scenario 11, gn!reader note from nia: OMG thank u for requesting this :] i had a Vision inspired by smth me and my friends were gonna try to do and didn’t LOL. also idk what lipbalm he'd use i'm personally just a big cherry fan. wahoo!!

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“are you sure we timed this right?”

“there’s no way we didn’t. i asked so many people—i did math.”

“just because you did math doesn’t mean it was right, fe,” you remind him with a laugh. it’s then that you remember the look of concentration on felix's face after your information collecting session. from dm’ing the friend you saw succeed the night before, asking 4 different mothers and 3 workers, and luck with the line, felix was convinced that you’d both be at the top of the ferris wheel as the firework show began.

so it’s at your teasing remark that he gapes at you and makes a noise, but ultimately closes his mouth in favour for a pout. he looks out the window, turning his body to angle away from you.

“felix?” he doesn’t respond, eyes fixated on the crowds walking beneath you.

“felix,” you sing-song, angling your body to try to get in his view. he only continues to turn away, the ferris wheel moving for the next group to get on. “are you upset about the math thing?”

you’re met with silence and even though you know he’s not actually upset, you decide to play along. “okay, i’m sorry i doubted your math skills. what can i do for your forgiveness?”

it’s when he doesn’t respond again—not even with one of his usual quips—that you start to wonder if it actually upset him. but then he turns, just a little, and clears his throat before speaking. “...i might feel better if you kiss me.”

you blink. as you look at him, you note the blush on his cheeks and reddening ears. but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to comment on it and only manage to say one thing—“wow.” 

“you asked!”

a laugh escapes you, and though he wouldn’t admit it, you could hear the slight laugh in felix’s own retort. putting your hands up in surrender, you apologize. the ferris wheel is almost at the top, and you can hear a voice doing announcements for the fireworks, though you can’t make out what they’re saying exactly. your focus is on felix as you move closer and gesture for him to do the same, “c’mere then.”

his expression softens a little as he slides next to you. as soon as his face is in reach, one of your hands cups his cheek while the other grabs his hand to hold. you peck him quickly on the lips and pull away to see his reaction. he has that look on his face—the look that he has when sage has done something annoying and he can’t tell if he should complain or accept fate. you laugh softly again, saying a quick “just kidding,” before kissing him again.

at some point one of his hands finds its place on your hip, the other still clasping yours. you practically forget you’re at a carnival when you can smell felix’s new shampoo, hear him sigh contentedly against your lips, and almost taste his usual cherry lipbalm.

you pull away again to look at him, and he has a confused frown. “do you accept my apology now?”

felix blushes and breathes out a laugh before nodding, “i will if you kiss me again?”

and there’s really no reason why you would decline his request, is there? you’re both so focused on each other that neither of you notice you’ve reached the top of the ride, or the voice from before booming, announcing the beginning of the firework show.

the both of you jump apart at the sound of the first one, having forgotten the reason behind your ride in the first place. you can hear the crowd below you cheering and aw’ing as more and more lights shoot up in the sky. you turn towards felix who looks at you with something between a grin and smirk. “i told you i did the math.”

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[bomber-grl]

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[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Braiding Felix's hair is such a nice thought 😭😭 it's at such a good length to play with

Fandom: Last Legacy

Characters: Felix

Warnings: None, unless you count me being slightly rusty

Comments: Congratulations Anon, I am attempting to resurrect this account and your ask just happened to be the first one I found that sparked my creativity! Also, I agree. It sounds lovely!

Braiding Felix's Hair HCs

Everything about this moment is. So so soft. Him. His hair. The lighting. All of it.

You've both had a very long day, and have finally returned home. Thank the gods. All you want is to collapse into bed and sleep for a week.

But Felix, well... he's not going to sleep yet. He's wound too tight, and his insomniac nature is kicking in. He could go lay down, he knows that, but he also knows it would result in nothing more than him staring at the ceiling for hours while he tries in vain to relax and sleep. So he declines when you tug at his sleeve and tell him to come to bed, and tells you he's going to read for a little bit, and he'll sleep soon, he promises.

Yeah. Like you're gonna believe that.

So you quietly leave the room, and return a few minutes later. Felix is, as you expect, settled in a squishy armchair by the fire, reading by the light of candles. You carry the tea and snacks you've brought over and bend to place the tray on the table nearby, sneaking a peek at the cover of the book. You can't quite make out the title, but you pick out enough to tell it's one of the horrifically dry tomes he somehow manages to pour over for hours at a time.

He thanks you quietly for the tea, but he's hardly paying attention, already focused on the book. So, you decide, you'll have to try other tactics to relax him, and you move to stand behind him and sink your fingers into that ridiculously fluffy hair of his.

Felix jumps with a yelp, not expecting the sudden touch, and the book goes flying out of his lap, promptly managing to knock one of the cups of tea to the floor with the sound of shattering glass.

....Oops.

He tilts his head back, peering up at you with those adorable glasses of his perched on the bridge of his nose, a questioning look in his eye. "....What are you doing?"

You blink down at him, unsure what to say. "I... wanted to help you relax.

"...Oh." He seems confused by that, but doesn't question it. Instead, he merely returns to his previous position, holding perfectly still, as though he's waiting for you to continue. And so you do.

Your hands find their way back into his hair. This time, though he flinches ever so slightly, he doesn't move away, and allows you to gently comb your fingers through his hair.

Eventually, once you've worked all of the tangles out, he's melted back against the chair, eyes slipped closed as he enjoys the feeling of your hands in his hair. You don't want to stop just yet, and besides - his hair is incredibly soft. So you begin to braid it, twisting it together the way you've always wanted to.

Once you're done, he'll curiously inspect it, fingertips brushing cautiously over the braid as if afraid he'll ruin your hard work if he's too rough. And he thanks you, a sincere smile on his face and the kind of warmth in his voice he doesn't often show.

He finds that it's much easier to read and work with his hair out of his face, so he often asks you to braid his hair back after that. That's definitely why. If you try to say it's just because he wants you to touch him and play with his hair again, he'll deny everything.

It's super cute though, and you love the slight blush he always gets, so it's not like you'll ever say no... and you might even convince him to let you braid small ribbons or flowers into his hair, eventually. He might complain a little, but he loves it, and you both know it.

#last legacy #last legacy felix #felix last legacy #hair braiding #soft moments #felix escellun #felix fluff #last legacy felix fluff

[0sunny-skies0]

Last Legacy Trio Dating a Plus Size!Reader

Just fluffy headcanons featuring the main 3 in Last Legacy dating a plus size reader. Enjoy! Reader is gender neutral.

Felix: 

- He’s definitely never really thought about your size. Not that he tried not to notice, he simply doesn’t mention it as a common courtesy. Most opinions on his body are unwanted, so he doesn’t give his opinions on your body (even if it’s all good things). 

- He does find you very attractive. It used to be subtle, but the more the two of you bonded, the more he would be reminded of the things he liked about you.

- Your eagerness to learn magic, your charm and wit, the inevitable soft squishiness he feels in any kind of contact with you, your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your hair…Believe me, he has a long list.

- Dating him is a trip. One day he’ll be all grumpy and gloomy, and the next he’ll want the whole day with you. 

- Don’t worry, you being yourself is enough to cheer him up, even though he’ll act like that’s not true. All the cuddles and kisses will make him cherry red as he mutters and mumbles…but he won’t stop you.

- When he’s got the whole day planned, be ready for a good time. It could be errands, visiting book stores, or even picnics (which even he thinks is a little corny, but with you it’s fun).

- He just wants to be with you. He wants to be seen with you, like he wants to show you to the world while also keeping you all to himself.

- Hopefully after all that I don’t need to explain that he’s secretly a romantic.

Anisa:

- She took in every detail about you the moment she met you. Call it the habit of a starsworn knight, or whatever you like, but she noticed. Your looks are not her concern, she really just keeps them in mind in case you get lost (not that she worries about you, or anything).

- Honestly, she’s much too worried about how you perceive her to perceive you. Is she too mean? Is she scaring you? Is she too overbearing?

- Luckily, both of you ease each other's worries the more you two experience together. She’s just so curious about you. Your world, your ideals, your thoughts. Seriously, your looks don’t really matter to her…But she does find your plushness interesting. So she will never shy away from an opportunity to get hugs from you…and she always has to fight the urge to poke you when you both get a moment to rest… 

- Okay, nevermind. She thinks you’re adorable! So round, and soft, and with such a contagious laugh and smile! 

- When the two of you start dating, she’s a lot more physical with you. Not just with hugs and kisses, but also patting or rubbing your shoulder, and resting a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together.

- Sometimes, she has to push away the feeling she gets that tells her to just run away with you. To leave all the stress and responsibilities behind and never look back. Now she wouldn't do that, because she's responsible, but she probably considers it once a month.

- She’s just so comforted by your presence. Feeling you is just a reminder that you’re with her. It’s calming, reassuring, and sometimes she feels like she doesn’t deserve it.

- Good thing you’re also there to tell her she’s wrong.

Sage:

- This man flirts with EVERYONE. You are not exempt, babe. 

- The first thing he does when he meets you is size you up. He’s checking your specs! I mean he still greets you, cause he’s a friendly guy, but he’s checking you out!

- I mean he is focusing on your looks, but not to judge. Your pudginess just makes you stand out in a way that he finds interesting. He starts thinking. Do you drink? Are you a grumpy-gus like Felix? How soft are you, anyway? Sorry to say, but he really just gets all of his answers by bothering the fuck out of you.

- He pokes or pats you whenever he teases you, he always bugs you to go to taverns with him, and says ridiculous things on purpose to see if you can take a joke.

- If you have a fun, creative way of dealing with his shenanigans, he’ll find he has no choice but to date you. Which is when he starts letting his guard down and showing his more vulnerable side.

- If you find he has a lot on his mind one day, he may actually seem a little moody? Not common for him, but he also doesn’t want to be a downer, so he may not say anything. Truly, he really doesn’t want to be alone those days. 

- Seriously, hold him and let him get lost in your comfort for a while. He needs and deserves some freakin hugs. 

- SOMEONE has to ask if the funny guy is okay. It might as well be you.

You’ve reached the end! Thanks for reading!

#fictif #felix escellun #anisa anka #sage lesath #plus size reader #fluff #hcs #last legacy

[dreamtydraw]

I have also been thinking about replaying LL, I'm really in the vibe at the moment! (*´-`)

personally, I would love to hear/see more about your ship! I am a sucker for cute little headcanons! <33

kiss kiss back!!

~🌿

We sill suffer together.

ALSO YOU ACTIVATED MY HYPERFIXATION SHIP YOU ARE DOOMED NOW !!!

Ok so, when i say i end up complexify my oc i mean it ! Laurialet / Solène come from far to become what they become at the end of the storie. Emotional développement go brrrrrrr

To explain it the easiest way, my oc come from an abusive household, got taken by child support, kicked out at 18, became homeless for their first years of college, dropped out after getting into a fight with their professor and ended up going back to their mom who had rebuilt a life. This mean that at the start of the storie they are in a really dark place mentally. There is a really deep and crucial emotional development trough their time in Astrea. Sure blood and violence but they never have been loved and that safe on earth so Astrea is a new start for their life.

Another thing that occur trough the storie is Laurialet gender exploration. At the beginning they identify as a girl and use two names, as time pass by they start to accept their identity as non binary and mainly use one name ( the other one being associated with their childhood).

SO THIS LEAD ME TO THIS SCENARIO IDEA

It was inspired by this post :

OK SO,

In game we have mutliple scenes where MC take care of Sage : cleaning blood, cleaning wounds and brushing his hair. All this scenes always have lot of trust, tenderness and love and i was thinking « Sage would do the same ».

Like the reddit post the idea is the same, ending up crying because you feel loved because someone is taking care of you.

🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏼‍♀️ LOVE AND MOUDAIN GESTURE OF LOVE HAVE ME IN A CHOCKEHOLD OK, THEY DESERVE SOME NORMAL QUALITY TIME !

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[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Last legacy MC/ OC getting their period and their LI taking the time to understand the situation. To comfort/heal with spice and fluff in the mix of this shitpost. I might go back and proofread it later. Also, decided to focus on last legacy more (rime and felix) in the future FYI. Might do a part 2 with the side characters. Enjoy!

Felix Iskander Escellun:

At the beginning he was perplexed as to why you looked pale and sweaty during your lessons with each Starwsworn. Then he acknowledged Anisa, Sage, and Elowen sometimes checking on you constantly after sparing or meals. Especially Stella following your every move throughout the halls of blackthorn. He would even see Scylla, Florian, and Tulsi giving you little treats every now and then. Saaros or Ayanna had checked-in to see if you were coping throughout the day as well. As always you tell them your fine but none believed your false words. Nevertheless, the minutes tick by as the world continues to live and rotate on it's axis. Not stopping for anyone or any cycle or season if you know what I mean clap your hands and cry.

Then when he sees you go to mid-redemption Rime who seems to give you a pat on the head with a small smile he hasn't seen in years. This man feels useless without magic already on top of being newly confident nowadays. You guys are usually awkward but it's your thing he doesn't know how to be straightforward. Panic attack! Slap in the face! Heave a breathe. Then cry in a corner as Stella watches to judge you silently. Okay, I can handle this. You got this felix!! :)

Believe me when the pain was worse this time around to the point on the third day you collapse during your lesson with Felix learning a shield spell and incantation. Of course, you had told him you were fine, except he didn't take your word anymore and carried you. (YES, I said carried you on pure adrenaline and motivation to your guy's shared bed this man had activated). 

Once he tucked you under the warm covers with stella he kissed your forehead to only grab every single book to learn more about the body he overlooked before. I would think he was there for Scylla when she got hers but never asked many questions. Knowing him and rime these idiots skipped health class because they're know-it-all's. (Escell grounded him for a week or two. He tried to run away but failed to realize his Insigna. Note to self get rid of that blasted thing in the future.)

Anyway he seeks help from the others by asking questions this time. Afterword, he comes back to you by laying out a makeshift heating pad on your stomach. Anisa created with Florian that has your favorite herbs to settle your nerves. He puts extra pillows from Sage and Rime's room to help you sit up. Tulsi, Elowen, Saaros,  and Ayanna had been at the market when Felix asked them to buy you fruit and cheese with crackers to dine on with water. He also brought his midnight olives to feed you in the meantime. Right before bedtime he runs a bath for you, if you want one, with bath salts by Scylla he owes a favor too by the way. 

The warm water feels heavenly. He asks you if he can massage your shoulders or hips in the water. My man's got hands that are smooth like butter (hint:bts). If your ticklish he slowly eases you into it by distracting you with his CHARM and SHARP TONGUE. 

Felix: Relaxed now? Do you need confirmation of my underlying love? I'm pleased to help you understand the importance of self-care? 

MC/ OC: Seems intriguing. Although, professor I learn better with hands-on activities than self-taught. You taunt him smashing water at him he blocks with his freckled arm.

He licks his lip gazing upon you and all your glory thanking any gods for meeting you when he needed a new beginning in his life. All while you evaporate amongst this heat as he enjoys your blush expression. Excuse me judge(horny jail).

Toweling each other off you head to bed. Cuddles, your honor. Stella licks both your toes before bed as a kiss good night. You try to sleep but stare into each other's eyes, rubbing circles on each other's backs whispering nothing but fantasies you both want to experience together in your future. Thanking him you promise to come to him when you need comfort or satisfaction. Bumping foreheads you lead him into a slow soft kissing session. Only to share giggles when you guys catch your breath to fall asleep into a warm embrace full of freedom. 

Rime Solano Varela:

We're talking about before redemption this man has stalked you for gaining your weaknesses and downfall. He notices firsthand that you look ill or hunched over when the others glance away for a moment. His pride bargains to take you out when he realizes you just seem closed off or don't bark an insult to him. Not even an attempt to summon "his" relic. To which leads himself to backtrack for the day and reconsider what the hell's wrong with you? He feels conflicted in his broken state of mind every time he thinks of you in pain. Bambi feels a pain in his coldhearted chest. He ignores it and continues to seek more info and learn new spells to attack you with next time you feel yourself again to have a real battle. 

If this is redemption rime who tries gaining his old comrades and ex lover approval/ trust he teaches you with one-on-one healing or elemental spells. He seems to call you out this week when he recalls the exact tired look he's seen you suppress certain weeks when he stalked you beforehand. As a healer he took it upon himself to comprehend the human body by the books and manuscripts over the years. He's rusty but not dumb unlike a stinky cat man. (Somewhere sage sneezes into his keg). Taking precaution he grabs your wrist to lead you to Florians garden sitting you down gently.

Unaware of his next actions thinking he will lecture you on poisons he grabs a bowl and mixes red and orange plants and powders together he found in a glass cabinet nearby in the greenhouse. Curiosity burns within you or a fever coming on. You shiver. Oh no! He strides over to sit next to you and ask to cup your hands together. As you do with a confused expression he pours the mixture into your sweaty hands. Stare?!

MC/ OC: Is there a point to what you just did or is this a prank to make me suffer?

Rime: Hush and watch starlight. ;)

Surprise his gloved hand hover over yours as he twirls his hand above in a circle. You notice the powder twisting into a small tornado. It soon spirals around you both as your amazement shows he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close. It astounded you to feel he has warmed his hands with a heat spell to rub circles on your hips and thighs. Pure bliss! Your lidded eyes gaze at the powder which appears to show small creatures galloping in the wind. 

Then rime caresses your cheek to cup your chin and turn your gaze upon him instead of his magic. You hate to say he came into your life as your enemy but in turn you were a villain in his story as well. Earlier you offered a hand to him and asked to work and forgive each other slowly over time he accepted. Only for a second he leaned in to peck your nose as he chuckled at your red-tinted features comparing them to the red-ish powder he just prepared on the dot for you. You pushed him away at the comment to bumble for a comeback but flushed ever more at his raised brow. 

Still, the sun setting he leads you into his guest room felix gave him for the convenience of him being there and to piss escell off more likely. Laying on your back to relieve the pain he leaves for a few minutes to return with a hot meal Tulsi and Scylla made as elowen snacked on his cookies he announced irritated. (She knows what she's doing.) He also mentions lecturing felix, sage, and anisa to be more aware of your period signs before it starts to become worse for you and the team as a whole. Passing saaros on the way back to the room he asks them to let the others also know you will be out for a week. Until he heals you back on your feet. For the team sake not his. (Stop staring at him fandom with hope in your eyes. It's disgusting). He makes sure you have your fill and stay hydrated. 

Lastly, he put a cold wet towel on your forehead to relieve the fever you failed to hide. He rambles about the old days as you listen content on his soothing choir voice. He's about to clean up the room until you poke his butt with your foot and ask him to sing you a song. Silence. Why are you like this to him only? Because you caught feelings for him! ….What? ….what?! Giving up he lays with you to cuddle you that has him twirling your hair in his palms. Singing a tune of, "Your Love" by Daithi De Nogla cause I said so. Breathing on his chest listening to his silky voice he might fall asleep forgetting the mess for the next morning to find you fast asleep. In his bed. With him. In his arms. Holding tighter he kisses your head to thank the stars for giving him a second chance to learn to live again not as a broken abomination but a person you can be comfortable to survive long enough for him to swallow his pride and love again. 

Anisa Anka:

Typically you both pig out at the market and feed each other when you're alone together. It was hot as usual while holding hands to keep close in the crowded area. Sage and Tulsi headed back early to eat lunch at her shop to wait for more customers to wear her out. Rime and Felix decided to look for more ingredients to brew more protection spells. That's what they said but you and anisa noticed them head toward a stall filled with questionable novelty. (Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious.) Saaros was busy with escell and orion to meet up that day. And Ayanna had kicked you both out with her thick thighs and swift movement of her fluffy tail. And Elowen just bailed liked a ninja promiseing to meet up later.

Sweet, savory, spicy, and sour juices flowed over your tongue. Enjoying the moment with your lover had been short-lived. Cramps we're motherfudger. :( pure agonizing pain creeped up your spine with no warning what so ever. Whimpering silently next to her you try to bite your lip to not ruin the atmosphere of serenity but your period fights back. Clutching the table of nearby food stall anisa finally turns to notice you bending over yourself. Sweaty as you are she pampers you expecting you to tell her what's wrong. I think she knows but would want verbal confirmation from your bruised lips to be left with the option of hauling you back to her place by piggyback. As a women she knows all to well about the unwelcome friend that stops by every month.

Ayanna waiting for your return had cleaned up to realize anisa's haste to boil water on the stove. She catches a look at you seemingly past out on the bed with drool coming out your mouth. She heads out to get you necessities for your cramps with the intention of giving privacy as a perk of her absence. (Cough...cough. Wink...wink.Kiss the girl!) Rolling her eyes anisa goes out of her way to cover you up and fluff the pillows leveling your timid frigid figure. Thanking her she pats your hand to only say she will never leave your side no matter the cost. Anisa: I promise on my life to honor the knighthood to protect my dearest companion in trying times! Nothing will stop me!

MC/ OC: Kitten….the stove is on fire…..and yes I will be your soldier too now and forever!

Stop. Drop. And roll. The fire is out and you tell anisa just to wait for ayanna to come back with safe supplies for you. She rubs her face in exhaustion and you giggle beckoning her to sit in the bed with you. Moping on top of your stomach she takes her gloves off to rub circles around your lower abdomen while her teeth graze your chest. It tickles but she wants to take your mind off the pain for merely your sake and a little of her feeling excited to ravish you in your time of need. Peck's here and there on your thighs to licking up your stomach while looking at you. (I need help…I just want her to pin me your honor. And I'm not even gay. But I still deliver!!)

Eventually, anisa mom returns to see you both fell asleep wrapped together in the blanket like a burrito. She had bumped into the others at the market when they asked of both your absence and she gladly told them of you two missing. And to expect it for the harsh days to come. Later that week they all would check up on the two of you for reassurance of your health. Sadly, she wakes you up to let you change and wash up for dinner. Anisa helps her mom in the kitchen fixing a meal you favored.  To then layout an outfit she wore in her old training days. She helps you dress slowly to worship your beautiful body and wants to make you blush more than she is right now. Sharing a homemade meal ayanna shares some anisa childhood stories to leave you and her in a fit of laughter with tears beading your lashes. 

Anisa cleans up and you both say goodbye to ayanna who salutes you two to have fun tonight but not too much because you need to rest. And her daughter just hisses at her to leave while ayanna just swishes her hips abandoning you to giggle at her teasing. Having the home to yourself you grab anisa by the waist and pin her to the mattress burning your neck into her neck. She sighs as she squeezes you to tell you she is so glad to have you thrown into her life when she wished for a purpose to serve. Now she realizes she just yearned to be seen for her self-serving hard-work which you were the first to call her out on her BS of rulebook 101. 

Manuvering to peep at her she turns to peep back with a simple creeping on her cheery rose face. You tell her nothing but sweet words with sweet promises to hear her heartbeat rise in her chest at each syllable. You tossle her pink brownish hair with your nimble fingers to gently coax her into a slumber. Silly you had slept after being lulled to slumber by her intoxicating scent. The next day she watches you sleep propped on an elbow to be joyful to exist together until you decide to leave on a white steed into the sunset like in her childhood books.  Rather this time she will be holding the leash to guide you on your journey with her forever more. 

Sage Lesath:

Cat man is clueless to why you've been avoiding him this coming week. He thought he did something and got frustrated so he went to the other three. Rime assumed it was his presence that scared them off and led sage to snap his teeth at him. (Boys will be boys) Then felix added that maybe it was the fact he takes up half the bed with a shitty grin. Tired of the two mages he turned to anisa who sipped her tea and coaxed that he should ask you personally. Ruthlessly teasing him that it was probably the bite marks he had left on you every damn time his hair was combed by you. F u all I'm not needy!?

Roaming the halls of fanthom he heads outside to see you sitting in the grass near the water with the big tree and broken bridge up above. Heading over he wraps his tail around your shoulder to throw your guard off to tickle your nose with his as you turn to him finally. You beam at him with the animated look you give him when he sees you. However, this face has bags under their eyes with blotches on their cheekbones and goosebumps all around their legs and arms. You try to say your well but he ignores your words and carries you off to his room by hauling you over his shoulder like sheep did with fiona. You know the scene.(Donkey! Right behind you shrek!)

Pining you to the bed he wraps any blankets he can find as you taunt him to be more gentle since it's his first period. He bites back that tulsi is on her way to help the star sworn make dinner for you and bring you your lady things.(in my opinion, raising tulsi he might had stole stuff to help her in her time of need but never pushed her to talk about it). In the current time anisa stopped by with saaros and her mom to drip off spa treatments you can use to clear off your face and relax your body. 

Rime and felix were busy making a disastrous dinner while elowen jumped into salvage the meal cussing them out to stop adding random stuff into the pot. Scylla and florian stopped by to visit felix and then heard of your situation to fill a basin of water with ice cubes to keep you hydrated. And a potted small tree to leave as a period gift to admire with a bottle of aroma from Scylla to mix in your bath. Wink at you and sage. Additionally, sage was busy guarding you with his life to anyone who got to close to you two. Stella was kicked out twice and somehow found her way back. (She on demon time)!? So on the minutes ticked by as he made sure you were hydrated and warm in his rough embrace with his big arms.

Sage: Is this enough? Do you need me to go get a healer or anisa again?

MC/ OC: The one thing you can do for me is to let me touch those fluffy ears and tail!;) Red like a hot pepper he lets you caress his tufts of white/silver fur to purr until his heart skips a beat like a madman. Grabbing his tail you yank on it a little along with his braided hair coming undone like him. Biting his lip he adores you, stating how he wants you to do whatever you like to him. Smiling like a fool you kiss his abs to hear him growl under his heated breath. Pulling back you boop his nose and say time to eat as you smell a savory aroma in the air. He lays there for a minute to then follow you to the main hall to eat while sharing a glance here and there. The others roll their eyes at the display you guys fail to hide admit the humble chatter.

Returning to the room after saying good night to your friends and foes(sage vs rime). You go back to cuddling on the bed to have sage's tail wrap around your lower core to pull you into his chest. He rest his chin on top of your head to purr to distract yourself from the mild painn you felt from all the affection he showed with the other today. You could cry. Instead, you grab his scarred  hands to lead them to straddle your hips as he catches on to heat up with his skillful hands he brags daily about to you.

Sleeping peacefully in the night he wakes up to home you close and wonder what the hells you see in him?? An alcoholic with commitment issues that can't handle discovering a friend or lover in pain again. He peers at you to pay attention to his random thoughts filled with you and a toothy grin spreading across his lips. Mother night. His thoughts reel to one conclusion. In his final moments of sanity, before corruption takes over, he will do anything to vanquish the darkness within him to see another starlit sky with you. A chance to put his beer down. Wipe his face. Flash you his signature look(you know the look). And tell you that he will howl your name till his throat gives out to let the world know he's yours and you are his and no one will change his mind.

#fictif #last legacy #female reader #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #anisa anka #sage lesath #fictif last legacy #slight lemon #soft fluff

[pugwitharug]

Random Griefer Headcanons

I am filled with a sudden burst of love for the Griefers (thanks to @poisonouswritings lovely writing posts) so I will try to have this...somewhat organized. There will be no guarantees.

Balsam would love Downton Abbey. No this is not just because I'm watching it now this is because it is canon

I feel like he'd watch period dramas in general but Downton Abbey specifically he loves

You know those little hair pins Lucan has on the right side of his head? He has a bunch of pairs of those, different colors, different charms on them, you name it. Please buy him some for his birthday he will cry

Elowen in leggings................

The Griefers get lost in IKEA. I might actually make a separate post about that cuz, oh boy the shenanigans

Tulsi likes Renaissance fairs! The one closest to me has a blacksmith section and she would love to go there, ask the smiths for advice and just talk in general. I think she'd also like to dress up in a steampunk style

Elowen sits on Lucan's back while he does push-ups, reading a book and keeping count in her head. She smacks his head if he tries to skimp

Lucan would cry when he reads about King Tut and his duckie tunic

This is Sage and Lucan when Sage finds him crying at his phone

Lucan unironically has a rubber duckie in the shower. Sage doesn't like how it stares at him so he turns it away when he's taking a shower

Tulsi has a list of home projects to do. In a modern!AU you know they all share a home but it's probably a crappy home and Tulsi doesn't wanna hire people to mess it up even more

They all get drunk/high and watch some supernatural or conspiracy theorist show. Sage and Lucan are both "THINK ABOUT IT," Balsam still retains the brain cell but is seriously considering it, Tulsi is questioning the probability of any of this even happening, Elowen is just there to watch the glowing lights

Elowen and Tulsi bond over space. They think it's cool as hell

Lucan watches Avatar: The Last Airbender and tries to imitate their fighting. Puppy wants to have cool powers

Tulsi wears Converse and only Converse

The boys in flannels.......shirtless underneath......mmmmmm

They adopt a cat! It's fat! It's orange! His name is Block! He loves to snuggle and eat!

Elowen would secretly baby talk to animals but only if no one was ever around and if anyone found out she'd kill them

I feel like Lucan has a good lullaby voice. He's good at having babies fall asleep. And he's so cute and calming and careful who wouldn't want him holding a baby?

Tulsi and Balsam are in the front row, switching between driving and passenger. Lucan is always in the middle row, and Elowen and Sage switch between middle and back. One of them always has to be behind Lucan tho cuz Elowen will mess with Sage and they will fight

Snuggle pile......it starts with just Sage in a sunny spot.......then Lucan joins...........then Elowen joins on top of Lucan.........and Balsam and Tulsi join just to chill but they're surrounded by their friends and family and it's sunny and.....their eyes start to droop..............zzzzz........

They can have my whole heart I love them so much

#last legacy #fictif #my writing #sage lesath #tulsi ain #balsam #does he have a last name? i dont think it was explicitly said #elowen de bhaldraithe #lucan de bhaldraithe #headcanons #fluff

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day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

#💦 kinktober 2023 first week #kinktober 2023 #day 2 #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x f!reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut #💌 by me #red #THANKS FOR READING #I have never wrote for this man so it was a bit hard to stay in tone and cannon but I hope you like the final work! it was entertaining! #maybe a bit dilemma but I tried my best #thank u!

[sprout-fics]

Silver Fox

(Nikolai x F! Reader)

Call of Duty Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Wordcount: 5k Tags: Character study, Age gap, Light Dom/Sub, Fluff, Slowburn, Smut, Dominant Nikolai, Soft Nikolai, Aftercare, Orgasm delay/denial, Light BDSM dynamics, Cuddling, Corruption kink, Brat Taming, Overstimulation, Dirty talk in Russian, Power dynamics, A dose of manipulation but everything is consensual Warnings: Brief mention of capture and torture A/N: This is my first and most likely not my last attempt to write for Nikolai. I really like this dynamic and welcome requests for more

When Nik first meets you, you try to rob him.

You’d been younger then. Wilder, scared of a world you struggled to survive in. With hardly a roof over your head, always an empty belly, chased by ghosts of a past you struggled to leave behind. You were desperate, constantly looking for a way out, clawing and scrambling at the stone alleyways in hopes you could one day see the sky.

He finds you like that- as a dirty, fierce little stray. In a grimy jacket, eyes wild, dirt smeared across your face, you hold up a knife to him and demand his wallet. Stupid, you know, but shivering, scared of the world that was destined to eat you alive, choosing a target far bigger than yourself.

Cute, he’d admitted later.

It takes little effort from him to twist the knife from your hand, examining it as you froze in a shock that only seems to multiply when he asks you if you want a warm meal. The offer is too tempting to ignore to your growling stomach, but in reality it’s the barest hint of softness behind his eyes that has you follow him like a kicked stray out of the cold.

Little did you know, behind that softness lay his own hunger. A deep, prowling thing that circled you beyond your sight.

He takes you to a quiet little eatery, out of the way, only three tables in what amounted to a shed. One of his favorites, he tells you with a smirk. The cook gives you both a look, suspicious of the man who had escorted in a woman much younger than him, dirty and nervous as you are. Nik lets you order, smirking still as you nervously pick something small, cheap, and he instead orders something large and warm for you. He watches you scarf down the entirety of your meal, gazing at him suspiciously all the while. He’s quiet- appraising you later realized.

You know of men like him. Gangsters, thugs, men who work alongside the mafia or even worse. Men from the underbelly of Russian society who walk in plainclothes and hold dark secrets. You know the danger of accepting favors from men like him. Be it your body, your servitude, or a debt paid in blood, men like those you feared would come to collect in due course, would bleed you dry and leave you ruined given the chance. The only charity they offered served their own interests, the cause they flew their flag for.

It became clear as time grew that Nikolai was not much different, that he had taken one look at you and had seen the thing you never saw in yourself:

Potential.

In the end he tells you if you ever need work to come find him, and find him you do.

You’d been foolish, you think back, if only because you’d been so young, naive without the lessons he would soon teach you.

It’s simple things at first. Taking packages and dropping them off at seemingly random locations, picking up things from shady characters who’d let their eyes rake down your form. In exchange Nikolai offers you a warm place to sleep, a roof over your head, hot meals and shelter from the ghosts that chase you. Distant, professional, but there all the same. Steadfast, waiting for your skittishness to shed itself before he comes closer. Waiting. Expectant.

Curious, you’d watch as he tinkers on his helicopter, cleans his cache of weapons, fixes the aging appliances in his house outside Saratov where the remains of the Soviet legacy lay etched between the old manors of the дворянство.

You observe, quiet at a distance, and ask him about the life he led, to which he was vague.

“I fix things.” He tells you simply, snapping a cartridge back into place with practiced efficiency.

You wondered then, if he was trying to fix you too.

He welcomes your interests in his work, skittish though you are, ready to dart back to a safe distance at a moment’s notice. You peer over his shoulder as he works at his tool bench in the hangar, assist him as he tightens screws on his helicopter, pass him ingredients as he cooks dinner for you both on his stove. Rather than answer any questions you pose, Nik elects to show you himself, putting his hands over yours and allowing them to guide you with ease in his tasks.

His protege, he introduces you as to those that ask. The younger woman he had taken under his tutelage. You’d almost resented it at the time, still suspicious, ready to flee at the first instance of betrayal. Yet inside you knew it was too late. In the same way that wolves became dogs, you found yourself near the fire of him, resting your weary bones as he offered you a place to stay.

Even if he held a leash behind his back.

Nik is careful, stern as a teacher but tender as a friend. In moments of learning his voice is whip-sharp to correct any mistakes, but in the quiet evenings he is almost soft, blunted at the edges in a way that betrays his indulgence in you. Each time he gets close, you try to ignore the way his touch lingers, holding back, greedy but restrained as your heart flutters inside your chest. Purposeful, careful not to spook you lest it ruin the things he’s predestined for you.

You try not to miss him when he leaves you behind for work, reminding yourself this is only temporary, to not let your guard down lest he burn you. He will someday stop having a use for you, and you will once again walk into the wild seeking shelter under a different name.

When he returns, you try to ignore the relief that bubbles inside your chest, the desperate hunger of a lonely thing looking for warmth.

You don’t see the glittering silver collar he envisions in his mind.

The teaching moments are constant. It’s not long before Nikolai begins taking you on assignments rather than leaving you at the house alone. You become familiar with the inside of the chopper, and learn to doze in the co-pilot seat when you are allowed. You help him catalog his ammo and supplies, listen over your headset as he explains piloting to you. In meetings with suppliers and clients he tells you quietly to stay inside the chopper behind him, and you peek out to see the eyes of his ‘friends’ flicking towards you. Curious, even as Nik stood as a stalwart wall between you and them.

In the passenger seat of his truck you learn to carefully balance his chosen rifle on your lap, feeling the stiffness ease from your shoulders as he lays a heavy hand across your nape. On long drives he stops at sunset to admire the view, and you hover close to his side as he smokes long drags of cigars. When he encourages you to try you cough on the smoke, and he thumps you between your back gently, chuckling even when you shoot him a glare. The next morning finds you somewhere new, and the lessons resume.

All the while his careful guidance reminds you to keep your eyes up, to stay alert, focused, to heed his warnings and obey his orders when given.

Nik is an endless wealth of knowledge when it comes to his profession. He’s deliberate in the things he teaches you: how to calculate the distance of a target 100 meters away, what the warning lights on the helicopter console meant, how to handle the kickback of a machine gun, where the major organs of the body were located and how to slice them open in deadly fashion. You take to the lessons easily as predators take to the snap of bone between jaws, and can’t help but preen with every accomplishment, every feat you manage to show him.

“Good girl.” He offers when you finish the task assigned to you, noticing the way you stiffen, a shiver racing down your spine at the praise. Testing the waters, quietly moving goalposts in his mind as he maps your future before you.

When you fell ill during that first winter he nurses you, sits your sluggish form up in bed against his chest and watches as you finish what little food you could stomach. When you insist on drinking with him one evening, pass beyond your tolerance, he smooths a hand over your back as you bend over the toilet bowl and whispers soothing reassurances in your ear. When you cut your palm on the edge of a tool bench in his helicopter hangar he lets you squeeze his hand as he pours alcohol over the gash, reminding you the wound would make you stronger. When you take a swig of the vodka to settle your nerves after your first mission with him he hums happily, murmuring an ounce of praise that settles low in your veins like warm liquor.

You let him, suspicious though you are, so desperate for a place to belong, to be taken care of, to have somewhere in which to shelter the storm. Nikolai is your mentor, yes, but more than that Nik shapes himself into your ally, into someone you can turn to, to a man you look to and seek praise from like turning your face to the sun.

Teaching you to eat from the palm of his hand.

You trail behind him at a distance, eyes softening and heart weary, seeking a soft place in which to rest itself. Nikolai is not a soft man, you remind yourself. Tender as he can be, his true heart remains a shadowed thing like all the men and women he keeps close. Even so you cling fast to that same shadow, hovering at his side as he makes a place for you there.

He’d plucked you from the wilds, had taken you like a starved, injured, feral animal into his care. You’d growled and snapped at him, unsure, suspicious of the twinkle behind his eyes that betrayed intentions you couldn’t quite discern. It was as if he knew the things you were capable of before even you could see them, the way he shaped you slowly under his care.

You stay there when he introduces you to his allies, to Price who looks at your skittish, suspicious nature and to Nik with a disapproving but knowing stare. You hear the meaning to it later as you creep downstairs to listen to them smoke outside.

“I won’t say anything.” Price tells him gruffly. “God knows I have my own vices. Just don’t ruin her, Nik.”

Nikolai takes a long, purposeful pause as he considers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, captain.”

Price chuffs, but comments no further.

Slowly, Nik begins to move closer to you, getting you used to his touch. It seems incidental at first. Squeezing too close behind you in the kitchen and offering a chuckling apology as you feel his hips press against your spine; leaning over you to inspect your work, rubbing a hand between your shoulders after a hard day and relishing the tiniest little sigh you offer in return.

In his teachings he is deliberate, gauging your progress under a keen eye, offering life lessons just as he purrs little doses of praise at your progress. He knows you wouldn’t leave now, you’ve become too accustomed to a life under his care. So slowly, Nik begins to test the boundaries of your trust in him, pushing a little farther each time and leaving you dizzy in the wake of him.

In the hot days of summer he works with his shirt off, the broad span of his back glistening with sweat. You tell yourself it is just the warmth of the sun that lays upon your cheeks, but even then you find your eyes straying, catching his own knowing gaze at a distance. Teasing, waiting, expectant.

“Smells good.” He hums over your shoulder as you made breakfast one morning, bacon simmering in the pan. “You’d make a good wife.”

When you feel heat rise to your face, stammering and scandalized, Nik only laughs.

“Шучу.” He grins. “Just kidding.”

It doesn’t seem to be that much of a joke, not with the way Nik is so comfortable around you these days, easing into your personal space just enough to make your heart race, dangerous thoughts of the ‘what if?’ lingering even after he’s pulled away.

On longer jobs he puts a cot in the back of the chopper to sleep on. Normally he likes to sleep in the pilot seat- vigilant and ready to take off at the slightest hint of trouble. Yet sometimes he complains about his aging back and squeezes in behind you, tucking you against the wall and arranging you so you both share what little space there is. You can’t really find it in yourself to complain, taking in the warm, musky scent of his and letting it lull you into dreams.

Slowly, you come to him. You ease into his touch, to the way his hand rubs across your shoulders in greeting, the way he holds your hand as you stiffened during client negotiations. In the evenings he sometimes watches terrible knock-off action movies, rolls his eyes at the impossible stunts as you nod off on his shoulder. Comfortable, you curl into him- seeking the place you belonged, and Nik quietly smiles at the wild creature that has made a home in his heart.

On the odd stretches of time where there are few assignments to follow through from his strange clientele, Nik takes you on his version of a holiday. He brings you to places you’ve never been, restaurants in cities you didn’t know existed.

“Try this.” He tells you in that smirk of his, lifting an oyster from the Caspian Sea to your lips, loaded with butter and spices. You make a face as you swallow, lips closing around his fingers, and don’t notice the way Nik’s eyes flick to the bob of your throat, distracted. “Good girl.”

The praise sends a shiver up your spine, alighting inside you with the need to please him- this man who has taken you in, sheltered you, is teaching you everything he knows.

You don’t realize the danger you’re in when you realize you’ve gotten too comfortable.

It’s a sunny Wednesday morning when you’re taken.

Being the pretty, feral thing at Nik’s side comes with a fair bit of attention. People begin to notice the beautiful vixen at his side. Whispers of your skills echo in the halls of underground bunkers and private airliners. Nik is known to work alone, so to see you with him as his protege, his partner, his co-pilot that he trusts as much as he mentors, means that you’re a target.

You pop out for groceries on his old Soviet era moped, having pestered Nikolai for pirozhkis for dinner- to which he told you only if you fetched the ingredients yourself. You ignore the small gaggle of men smoking near the corner store, common as they were in your neighborhood. It’s only when you come out with your arms full that they spring on you.

Your head cracks against a stone wall. The world goes dark.

When you come to, you’re somewhere you don’t recognize. barely lucid, head pounding, they try and ask you questions about him you can’t answer. There’s things Nik keeps secret from you for your own safety, and the things they want to know are among them. The blows come, knock you from your chair, and you’re left alone in the cellar, trying to understand how the nightmare you dreaded before you met him could have come true after all.

The difference is- now they’ve made a mistake. They took you after he’d taught you how to survive.

The men who took you are stupid. They underestimate you, tying the ropes too loose for your frame. You manage to get your hands free first as Nik has taught you, then your feet. In the corner of the cellar a sliver of light peeks through broken slats, and despite your battered limbs and bruised hands, you peel the plank off quietly so it reveals the underbelly of the house. Like digging a den, you crawl your way into the earth, beyond the foundation, and stumble into the night before your captors even decide to check on you.

Escaping the snare, as wild things do.

It’s early in the morning when you manage to stumble to the back gate of the house. You trip over a loose rock in the soil, collapse in a heap of bruised limbs and fatigue just beyond the back step. The door swings open, and you close your eyes before you can see the sight of Nikolai with a rifle in his hands, ready to fend off intruders.

“лисёнок.” He murmurs hoarsely as he gathers you in his arms, cooing his name for you as you whimper into his chest. Injured, broken, limping back to him. Only him. “What did they do to you?”

You don’t tell him, too exhausted to form words, slumping against him and letting the crash of adrenaline pull you blissfully under.

When you wake up, you’re in his bed. Bandaged, tucked in tightly. He’s washing blood off his hands in the sink.

You don’t realize until later it isn’t yours.

You never ask him what he did to those men while you were asleep, maiming them, killing them for the offense of hurting you, only to come home and haul your figure close to him with whispered reassurances that they’d never touch you again.

Things...change after that.

It wasn’t as if Nik wasn’t affectionate before- he was. Nik’s fondness of you was intertwined with his mentorship. Yet there was always a sort of distance involved. Teasing, playful, interested but careful not to push too far lest he spook you away too soon.

Now, as you cling to him in the aftermath of your capture, shiver and feel your bandaged fingers grip at his shirt, Nik is indulgent.

He lets you sniffle into his chest, rubs his hand along the knot of your spine and rumbles low, soothing words in Russian. He hauls you to him, calls you quiet pet names, cuddles you close and reminds you you’re safe.

In your recovery Nik spoils you, allows you to take all the time you need. You sleep until noon, a rare luxury under his tutelage, and find him cooking your favorite meals when you wake. When you call for him, he’s there, helping you ascend the stairs with your mending knee. He sets you on the couch in warm blankets so you watch movies of your choice until you doze off, to which he carries you upstairs and tucks you quietly, sweetly, back into bed.

All this and more, as Nikolai silently declares to himself that he is never letting you go.

When you recover, the gentleness doesn’t seem to stop. Yet with it comes a sternness, a demand to yield to his promise to care for you, to keep you safe. The hole of want inside you yawns open for him, looking to his care, his guidance, seeking ways to please him. You’re softer now, no less deadly, but the softness in the aftermath has you brushing against him, yearning for his embrace, which Nik offers readily.

With his nose buried in your hair, your arms wrapped around his waist, Nik smiles at the silver snare he’s circled around your throat.

and, silently, he begins to pull.

“Behave.” He tells you when you snarl at a supplier who tries to upcharge him, and Nik lays a heavy hand on your nap that somehow feels like a warning. It settles low in your stomach, warm and liquid with a want you don’t understand yet but need all the same.

“That’s my girl.” He hisses as you stitch a gash on his arm after close contact when you were flying out of a hot zone. He takes another swig of his vodka and groans just as a drip of red oozes down your fingers. You shudder at the sound, feeling something pull taut below your belly, trying to echo the praise quietly in your thoughts.

“Pretty thing.” He smiles as he offers you one of his spare shirts on mission. You swore you had packed more, but the scent of him clings to your skin and it distracts you enough to not question it. You warm under his words, curl up beside him when he gestures. Obedient, wanting.

You think he’s gone from the chopper that night, tucked on the cot and sneaking a hand under your panties to rub idly at yourself- thinking of him. You’re surrounded by the scent of him, swaddled by a phantom of his warmth, and imagining what it would feel like to have his fingers inside you, stroking, coaxing wetness to trickle down the breadth of them. What would it be like, you wonder, for him to hold you like that, to whisper those filthy praises in your ear so you clench down on him?

Footsteps, boots on the metal grate, and a low chuckle.

You yank your hand free, but it’s too late.

“Don’t stop on my account, Дорогая.” He murmurs, and you back against the wall with a shuddering little gasp, skin on fire as Nikolai couches over you, ready to eat you whole. “I was only gone for a few minutes- did you miss me that much?”

The utter confidence in his voice, the knowledge that you were thinking of him, has wetness ooze between your thighs as you try to find your voice. It’s no use, because Nik swoops down against your lips, humming in satisfaction as you ease against him with a little whine, slowly reaching for him until you drag him down onto the cot with you. Surrendering at last.

Hours later, his seed dripping between your thighs, you doze on his chest while he smokes. Exhausted, entirely worn out from the number of orgasms he’s wrung from you, lulled to sleep by his calming heartbeat under your ear.

It’s the first night of many. Like a dam collapsed, Nik releases the full tidal wave of his desire onto you, never missing a chance to haul you to him, to bend you over, to sit you on his cock as you groan and leak around the stretch of him inside you. You realize far too late just how much Nik has been holding back, his hunger for you as boundless as your desire to please him, to stay.

He has you there in the chopper on the cot that can barely hold the weight of his thrusts, back in his bedroom where you collapse face first into the pillows. He eats you out slow and luxurious with you balanced on the kitchen counter, has you brace on his tool bench as he drapes himself against your spine and ruts into you from behind.

“Taking me so well, little fox.” He purrs in your ear, nimble fingers working at your clit as you hiccup and mewl for it. “So tight. Made for my cock, hm? Твоё тело сводит меня с ума. Fuck.”

Nik is an unstoppable force, with stamina you struggle to match. He keeps you in his bed as long as he is able, staving off his orgasm if only to prolong yours, trying to draw as many as he can from you even when your hand smacks at the headboard, trying to tap out. 

“Just one more.” He growls as he tries to fuck you through the mattress, glued to your back so the heat of his frame, the swell of his cock inside you is the only thing you can feel. You’re teary eyed, gasping, the lewd squeal as he thrusts into you filling the quiet of the bedroom. Your eyes roll back just as he nails that perfect bundle of serves inside you, voice caught on a choked sort of whimper. “Just one more and then we can take a break, darling.”

You sprawl against the sheets, exhausted as he lounges bare by the window, a whisp of smoke curling from his cigarette before returning to you once more, spooning you and slipping back inside the sloppy mess of your well-used cunt.

“Good girl.” He tells you again when you moan breathlessly, hand cupping your jaw and turning you to him so he can kiss the gasp from your parted lips. You clench down on him at the words, and he hisses a sound of pleasure against the corner of your mouth. “All mine. My girl.”

“Yours.” You whisper hoarsely, as if there were any other answer.

In the come-down he gathers you to him, kisses the tears of overwhelm from your eyes and holds you as you shiver in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling worn to the bone in only the best of ways. Cum splatters the inside of your thighs, and Nik idly scoops it onto his fingers and back inside, purring endearments between presses of his lips to your face.

Comforting, gentle when you need it, but demanding, forcing you to surpass beyond what you think yourself capable of if only to see the glimmer of pride in his eyes. When you fail, deliverance is swift as it’s always been, but now it’s different.

“I told you no touching.” He growls, forcing you to look at him as his thumb circles roughly over your clit. He’d caught you masturbating in your room, thinking the house was empty, that he wouldn’t catch you. “You want to touch yourself, you come to me, sweet thing. I’ll take care of you, I always do, don’t I?”

“Yes, yes-” You pant, bucking your hips, desperate, aching without the fullness of him, but Nik pulls away. “Wait. P-please-”

“Need to learn your lesson, little fox.” He soothes, pressing a kiss into your hair even as you whine, trying to buck up and grind against him in a vain search for friction. “Make sure it sticks, Да?”

Yet even as you obey, keep your hands to yourself just as you promised, Nik delights in working you up and pulling away at the last minute. He corners you, slips his hand beneath your waistband and soaks his fingers in your leaking cunt until you moan and mewl for him, then withdraws if only to smirk and suck the taste from them. For days he teases you, edges you until a hiccup threatens in your throat, makes sure you’ve learned your lesson that you are his, and then pulls away to let the reminder sink in. You can’t stand it, go mad with need, find yourself close to humping his knee if only to get some sort of relief.

When he finally does let you come days later, you howl into his flesh, biting down into his skin until he shudders, groans against you and spills inside your clenching cunt.

“My sweet girl.” He murmurs, stroking your face as he cuddles you afterwards. “Я не могу без тебя жить.”

You smile, nuzzle into the warmth of him, knowing he has you, he always will. You can’t forget, not with the things he growls against you as he makes love to you, reminding you that you belong to him. Soft in his room, you lay with him, fold into him as a beacon of safety and trust, know that he will never hurt you, will keep you safe, that this will always be your home.

In front of others you’re his partner, his accomplice, the apprentice he found like a diamond in the rough and had polished into a perfect blade. Deadly, clever, keen-eyed and watchful of all threats. Nik tells Price you don’t play well with others when Price tries to introduce his own protege, and when Gaz offers his hand in greeting you make no motion to return it until Nik grazes a thumb against the side of your throat as if tugging an invisible collar there.

“Careful.” He warns the sergeant. “She bites.”

In private he calls you all his endearments in purring Russian. Ангел, Прелесть, Огонёк. Angel, precious, little fire, the object of his desire. You're his girl, his sweet, fierce little sweetheart, the thing he taught to eat out of the palm of his hand while keeping your wild, dangerous nature.

You're his only family, his beloved little fox he managed to domesticate, the thing that still will bite him given the chance, but likes to curl up in his lap and yawn like a housecat. You're his obsession, his partner, his apprentice. If anything else, you're his weakness.

“Я тебя никому не отдам.” He swears to you, voice a low, deep rumble as he strokes your face, feeling your sleeping breaths fan across his palm.

“I will never give you to someone else.”

You dream of the first day you met him. Feral, scared, hungry and starved and inside- looking so desperately for somewhere safe to call home.

Now, years later, you know. Generous though Nik was, it was this that he had hoped for in the beginning- with you as his partner, his protege, but at the end of the day sleeping in his bed, worn and exhausted from the effects of his desire. Dangerous, feral, useful, but in the end tamed just as he’d envisioned.

And you, younger than him by years and foolish as you were, had gone blindly into the snare.

Nik had never given you any reason to regret it.

Russian Translations (Native Russian speakers feel free to leave a comment of correction)

Дворянство -  Russian nobility

Шучу - I’m joking

Лисёнок. - Little fox

Дорогая - Darling

Твоё тело сводит меня с ума - Your body drives me crazy

Да - Yes

Я не могу без тебя жить - I can’t live without you

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Blue Skies and Green Eyes (Jake Seresin x Reader)

A/N: so I decided to just write an air show meet cute for Jake, Bradley and Bob because, even with a poll, how could I ever choose? So, here's the first of three, I guess? 😅

pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

content/warnings: pure fluff, air show inaccuracies because the last time I went to one I was 9, and it was in a cornfield, reader has a named niece and nephew, no physical description of reader given other than an allusion to them being tall.

word count: 2.1k

On the sun-soaked beach, your niece and nephew climbed over one another eagerly on the blanket you had carefully arranged, vying for the best spot to witness the spectacle unfolding overhead. The air show, a cherished tradition passed down from your father to you and your brother, had become an annual pilgrimage for your family. Determined to keep the legacy alive, you eagerly took charge of the tradition when your brother couldn't make it to your nephew's first air show.

For the past seven years, this had been your unique tradition with them. As the jets roared to life in the sky, the kids engaged in a lively dispute, each competing for an unobstructed view of the aerial acrobatics. Your brow furrowed as their bickering escalated, prompting an eye roll from you. Seizing the opportunity to diffuse the tension, you chuckled and settled between them, effectively creating a barrier that halted their squabble.

“Hey!” They both protested, shaking their heads in dismay.

“If it's the only way to prevent a full-blown war between you two, then I'm planting myself right here,” you declared with a playful smirk.

Mia, your spirited niece, responded with a pout and crossed arms, while Aiden, her older brother, countered by sticking his tongue out at her, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he comfortably claimed his spot beside you.

“Aiden,” you warned, catching his silent final shot at his sister out of the corner of your eye.

“Sorry.”

A warm smile adorned your face as you, along with the children, gazed skyward, captivated by the mesmerizing display of aircraft maneuvering through a series of intricate twists, turns, and loops. Aiden erupted in cheers and enthusiastic whistles, his excitement bubbling over as a FA-18 Super Hornet executed a flawless barrel roll high above. Engrossed in the spectacle, he fervently waved at the aircraft above him, a hopeful gesture that the pilot might catch a glimpse and reciprocate in some way. Beside him, Mia eagerly pointed upward, her eyes widening in sheer wonder as the plane effortlessly navigated a knife-edge flight, leaving her with an awestruck expression that mirrored the spectacle unfolding before her.

As the airshow continued, the sky became a canvas for more daring aerobatics. Another set of aircraft roared onto the scene, executing synchronized maneuvers that left trails of smoke swirling against the azure backdrop. Aiden and Mia's attention darted from one spectacle to another, their faces alive with awe and exhilaration. You couldn't help but share in their enthusiasm, reveling in the joy of witnessing these aerial feats with the same awestruck gaze you had as a child yourself, completely fascinated by the skill executed in every move. 

Suddenly, a squadron of jets soared in tight formation, their wings almost touching as they painted the sky with precision. The deafening roar of engines filled the air as the pilots skillfully executed a breathtaking sequence of loops and rolls, creating a symphony of motion that left the onlookers breathless. 

Aiden, his eyes glued to the spectacle, whispered in amazement, "I want to be a pilot one day, just like them!" 

Mia, equally captivated, nodded in agreement, her imagination ignited by the incredible display unfolding above. 

“Do you think we could meet them?!” Aiden asked excitedly as he turned his attention to you.

“I don’t know, honey, they’re probably really busy,” you explained with a nod of your head, knowing that the chances were unlikely to be in your favour.

“Can we try?! Please?” 

You looked at Aiden’s pleading face, and then to his sister, who had decided to match his facial expressions, their innocent faces making nearly impossible for you to say no to. 

“Fine, we can try. But I’m not making any promises, guys. You know, they’re really busy, and they’re actual military pilots, they’ve got lots of stuff to do.”

The children both cheered the moment you agreed to their request, and you could tell that the last portion of your reply was falling on deaf ears. You huffed a mock dramatic sigh as you squeezed both of them into a tight hug, laughing softly. 

After the airshow had concluded, all Mia and Aiden could talk about was how you were taking them to try and meet some of the pilots. You felt an anxious knot in the pit of your stomach, nervous that you’d be unable to fulfill their wish. Holding both of the children’s hands, you approached the airfield fence where the pilots could be seen chatting after the show, their planes merely feet away from where you stood. A group of pilots who appeared to be in their early to late 30s stood together, laughing cordially as they spoke. One of the pilots, a tall blonde with an air of pure, unbridled confidence to his stance took notice of you as you stood with Mia and Aiden. He waved his hand to say hello, and Aiden practically squealed in excitement, jumping up and down on the spot.

The blonde pilot raised his hand to his colleagues, appearing to excuse himself for a moment. Suddenly, you noticed Aiden’s attention turn to the side. You and Mia followed his gaze, noticing that the blonde pilot was now on your side of the fence that separated the three of you from the military aircraft in the field. 

“Hi, did y’all enjoy the airshow?” The aviator asked, flashing a charming smile at you as he lifted his sunglasses to rest on top of his perfectly coiffed hair.

Aiden nodded his head in a stunned silence, starstruck by the man standing before him. The allure of the charismatic Navy pilot was undeniable. His tall, athletic frame exuded confidence, and his sun-kissed skin bore witness to countless hours spent in the cockpit under the Californian sun. Those stunning pale green eyes seemed to hold the vastness of the sky, hinting at the adventures he'd encountered soaring through the clouds. Jake's charming smile had a magnetic quality, drawing you in with its warmth and openness. The subtle southern drawl in his voice added an extra layer of appeal, creating a melody that resonated with the thrill of the airshow and the laid-back atmosphere of the beach.

“We did,” you said after a moment’s hesitation, trying to not appear like a lovestruck teenager as your eyes briefly met with his.

The pilot knelt down to Aiden and Mia’s level, smiling at them both with the same charming grin he gave you a moment ago.

“Do you kids like planes?” 

“I do!” Aiden and Mia both responded in unison. 

“That’s awesome to hear! My name is Jake, I fly planes for the US Navy, see that one there?” He beamed proudly as he gestured towards one of the grey aircraft parked in the distance, “That’s my plane. All of our planes have our names on them so we know who’s is who’s, and our callsigns, so we can just use one word to talk to each other on the radio.”

“What’s your callsign?” Aiden asked, tilting his head as he looked at Jake.

“Hangman. Like the game, where you have to guess letters to find out what the secret word is, do you know that one?”

Aiden nodded his head and grinned. You couldn’t help but admire how patient and friendly Jake was towards Aiden and Mia, taking care to answer their eager questions with thorough answers and explanations, leaving nothing unanswered.  As he spoke passionately about his experiences as a Top Gun graduate stationed at Miramar, you couldn't help but be captivated by the combination of his professionalism, adventurous spirit, and undeniable charm.

“Do you have a rank?” Aiden quizzed, tilting his head.

“Of course! Lieutenant Jake Seresin, US Navy,” Jake grinned, “And what’s your name, little guy?”

“I’m Aiden, and this is my sister, Mia,” Aiden explained, before introducing you as somewhat of an afterthought due to his excitement.

Jake looked up at you, a genuine smile forming on his lips. His green eyes stayed on you, and you could feel a sense of curiosity in his gaze. He turned his attention back to your niece and nephew, his hand resting on his knee as he looked at them both.

“Nice to meet y’all! Maybe, if your aunt says it’s ok, you guys could come back here one weekend, and I could give y’all a tour of the planes, let you meet some other pilots? Sound fun?”

Jake's offer had your niece and nephew practically buzzing with excitement. Their pleading eyes and enthusiastic pleas tugged at your heartstrings, mirroring the eagerness that now danced in your own eyes. You exchanged a glance with Jake, whose genuine smile hinted at an underlying warmth. 

"Well, Lieutenant Seresin," you responded with a playful grin, "it seems like you've just won yourself two eager co-pilots for that future tour of yours."

The prospect of spending more time with Jake and experiencing the world of naval aviation up close had ignited a spark of anticipation within you. As he continued to chat with Aiden and Mia, effortlessly captivating them with tales of high-flying adventures, you couldn't help but appreciate the sincerity in his demeanor. The beach, once a stage for the breathtaking airshow, now held the promise of more extraordinary moments to come. 

With a subtle twinkle in his pale green eyes, he stood up and straightened his posture to his full height, easily taller than you by more than a few inches. He turned his attention back to you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 

"You know," he began, his pale green eyes locking onto yours, "meeting someone as captivating as you wasn't part of the airshow program today. Consider me pleasantly surprised."

A warm flush crept across your cheeks as you chuckled at his smooth remark. Jake continued, his voice carrying the lilt of his unmistakable southern drawl, "I was thinking, maybe when I'm not up in the skies, we could grab a coffee or a drink. Talk about something other than planes and maneuvers, you know?"

The subtle invitation hung in the air, and you found yourself nodding, unable to suppress a growing smile. 

"I'd like that," you replied, your eyes meeting his with a shared sense of anticipation.

“How about you share your number with me? That way, we can figure out when to meet up again. And it saves you from having to try and track me down on a Naval base."

Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, you retrieved your phone, fingers tapping out the digits as you exchanged contact information. Jake reciprocated, a grin playing on his lips as he entered your number into his phone. The exchange felt like a subtle promise, a digital tether that connected two individuals eager to navigate beyond the boundaries of the beach encounter.

With phones back in pockets, there was a shared acknowledgment that this exchange wasn't just about convenience but a mutual interest in seeing where this connection could lead. As the warm sunlight cascaded down over you, your niece and nephew’s muffled giggles and whispers in the air, and the promise of future messages and potential meetings lingering, it left you both with a sense of excitement for what lay ahead.

"Well, it looks like it's time for me and these two little aviators to head out," you remarked with a playful glint in your eyes. 

The prospect of saying goodbye brought a hint of reluctance to the moment. With a gentle nudge, you encouraged Mia and Aiden to express their gratitude. 

"Come on, you two," you said with a smile, "let's thank Lieutenant Seresin for the amazing day." The kids, still brimming with excitement, turned to Jake, expressions eager.

With genuine appreciation in their voices, Mia and Aiden chorused their thanks.

 "Thank you, Lieutenant Seresin!"

Jake chuckled warmly, crouching down to their eye level. "Y’all can just call me Jake, you know. No need for all the formality, I’m only Lieutenant Seresin if my CO is around." He winked at them, his easygoing nature resonating with their youthful enthusiasm.

As the kids bid their farewells, Jake turned to you, his gaze holding a hint of something more. "Until next time, I suppose," he said, his tone carrying a mix of sincerity and anticipation.

You smiled, reciprocating the sentiment. "Absolutely. Until next time, Jake." 

With a final exchange of glances and well wishes, you, Mia, and Aiden left the beach, the echoes of the airshow and the promising connection with Jake lingering in the warm California breeze. Armed with plans to coordinate with the kids' parents for a tour with Jake, and plans to schedule a date with him, you hoped this encounter marked the beginning of a connection that extended beyond the sandy shores of Coronado Beach.

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[hysteria-things]

pls pls pls make something (preferably fluff) about matt/chris on stream and y/n wants attention

TEXTS AND TEMPTATIONS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you never mind watching matt’s stream, but it tends to get boring. maybe sending a few texts can get his mind off the game a little?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, anxiety (kinda), playful banter

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 405

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hope you like it anon!! this was fun to write :)

this one’s short but sweet.

scrolling through instagram post after instagram post can get boring after a while.

matt’s streaming hogwarts legacy on twitch. you’ve been sitting next to him and interacting a few times if fans ask, but you’re never one to disrupt him. you’ll feel bad if you do.

this time is different.

you sigh, scanning his body as he’s playing. your eyes land on his phone that’s facing up next to his tattooed arm. you smirk, an idea coming to mind.

you open your messages to matt.

y/n💋

hey

he glances down when his phone lights up, but ignores it to focus more on the action in front of him.

y/n💋

we need to talk.

he looks at his phone again when the second message comes through, and this time he stops mid-boss fight and stares at it.

he looks up at you to see if there’s a reaction, but you’re still typing away on your phone.

a million different negative thoughts fly through matt’s brain, his eyebrows furrow with confusion as his hands start to sweat.

his eyes move from you and his phone over and over until the last message displays.

he drops the controller and reaches for his phone. he bites his nails as he scans over the text, forgetting about the stream for only a second.

he rolls his eyes and turns his chair to you. “are you kidding me?” he exclaims.

you start to laugh, feeling a little guilty about your game.

“that’s not funny.” he says seriously but smiles because he can never stay mad at you. “if you wanted my attention you could’ve asked me. i don’t care.”

you wind down as you get up and sit on his lap. your hands rest on his cheeks. “i’m sorry.” you apologize between giggles.

“i was going to start crying, you know that? i was about to cry in front of thousands of people.”

“i’m sorry,” you repeat with a pout this time, kissing him on the cheek.

you face his monitor with twitch pulled up, seeing the chat going crazy with confusion and questions.

“nothing’s wrong guys, i promise. y/n’s just being a brat.” your boyfriend explains, holding you tighter in his arms as if you’re going to leave.

you start a fit of laughter once again when you read the message that’s still on full display. poor matt almost had a heart attack because of you.

y/n💋

you’re so handsome :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!

[bomber-grl]

A Night To Remember

Pairing(s): Felix Escellun x Gn!Reader (referred to as mc)

Yes I did name it after Laufeys & beabadoobees song | Also I’m aware this is painfully similar to the last chapter but I couldn’t find any better event in the timeline to apply this scenario

It wasn’t a particularly good night, I mean so much chaos had happened.

Not only did Felix not have the ability to do magic anymore, but his father just made it worse.

Luckily he wasn’t as bad but his presence was still insufferable to both you and Felix. Not to mention the obvious disgust Felix would paint on his face whenever he’d see his father, mostly because of how close he was to killing you.

You opened the door to his room with a creak, studying everything you could became a nightly routine. You could tell how exhausted Felix was, especially since it’s barely been 2 days since the events had conspired.

“Hey” you sat down next to Felix, who was slumped down on the ground with his head hung in between his knees.

He grumbled but ultimately lifted his head and let out a sigh,” what is it?”

“Why don’t we stop for today? “ he immediately jolted “-and before you can protest, I’m tired and I’d rather have you there with me..ok?” You knew he’d most likely reject the idea of giving up if you weren’t the reason.

You could tell he was thinking of a smart retort before his shoulders slumped and he just nodded in defeat.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and you hugged Felix in gratitude to his compliance.

-

You and Felix ended up settled in bed, and although this was initially your idea… it was admittedly kinda awkward since you weren’t exactly sleepy anymore.

Felix’s sudden outburst of laughter brought you out of your thoughts. “What? What are you laughing at?” You said almost pouting.

“No, nothing at all but the fact that you brought me here without any other thought to what we’d do next, it’s almost like… you wanted me for something.” You could sense Felix’s flirty teasing from a mile away and you honestly couldn’t help but indulge.

“Annnnd what if I did? What then?” You leaned in and as fast as Felix’s bold side slept out, it seemed to disappear.

A blush instantly took its spot across his face and now it was your turn to laugh. Despite this fun moment, things returned back to that awkward silence that you hated so much.

And as did that expression on Felix’s face, the expression that told you everything you needed to know. You instantly reached and cradled Felix’s head into your arms. You felt his entire body tense but eventually fill with ease.

“I know it’s difficult for you now that you got stripped of your magic” he let out a laugh and something you only managed to hear because of your close proximity, “yes, I’ve noticed.”

It wasn’t rare for Felix to retort with passive aggressive comments nowadays but it didn’t stop you from feeling just a little bit hurt.

You leaned away from Felix so that you could see his face. Obvious regret on his face and eventually he just sighed and looked at you face on.

“I-I’m sorry, I know Im being difficult even if I don’t mean to” his eyebrows furrowed and he looked anywhere but you.

“im… being a brat” he pauses and almost lets out a bitter laugh “I’d understand if you left with zero interest in me anymore.”

This genuinely shocked you “Felix..” your face obviously portraying how you felt you decided to just give Felix the biggest hug ever, at that he let out a surprised whimper.

His arms reached toward your back and returned the hug, but as soon as you hugged him you put distance to look straight at him.

“Felix, I never will get tired of you, or leave, or just go anywhere else. I mean you practically had one of the things that makes up your identity ripped from you- I…I love you too much to let you go…”

You refused to look at him, I mean you just directly professed your love for him! You could clearly see the shock and flush in Felix’s face in your peripheral vision.

“Mc…” before he buried his head in your chest you could distinctly see his bottom lip wobble, even if just a little.

He hugged you in a way that you couldn’t see his face, just so his lips would hover over your ear.

…

“I love you too”

it was a whisper if anything, and you could hear the wobble in it but you loved it all the same.

It came from Felix after all

You began laughing in giddiness and pulled away to attack Felix’s face with seemingly endless kisses.

“M-mc! What are you doing-mnph-“ you abruptly kissed him on his lips and whether if it was to shut him up or to show him you loved him, he’d never know.

You completely dominated the kiss and when you separated, initially to your dismay, Felix then wrapped his hands around your neck and pulled you down. He kissed your nose, cheek, and forehead and lastly your lips.

His cheeks were ablaze but that didn’t stop his boldness

“I’m glad to have you as my partner, mc” he was obviously beyond coherent and his face was hot to the touch but he was still so sweet.

“Me too Felix, even more so than you” you said without thinking. Felix snorted and in usual fashion retorted “well…. I love you most”.

The rest of the night was spent with you tickling, spilling secrets and just lazily kissing. In the end though, you fell asleep with Felix in your arms and he slept as happily and secure more than he ever has.

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Sorta rushed, pls forgive 😔

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[blueraineshadows]

One Year Later

To celebrate the first anniversary of the release of Hogwarts Legacy on the 10th February, a group of us on Discord decided to create fan work with the theme of One Year Later.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Tags: NSFW, angst, depression, fluff, smut

7.5k words.

Just before returning to Hogwarts for 6th year, MC decides to pay a visit to the boy who opened her eyes to the darkness and fire of magic.

Darkness had fallen over the Highlands, the faintest strip of colour still clinging to the horizon as MC glided across the countryside on her broom. The late August air still held a lingering warmth, the breeze pleasant against her cheeks as she dipped lower, aiming for the cosy lights of the little hamlet spread out below.

There was a charm to Feldrcroft. Quaint cottages and beautiful scenery combined with the small community of magical folk made for a warm and pleasant feel. However, MC had memories of this place that still made her spine tingle with apprehension. She felt the tightness of anxiety claiming her chest as her booted feet touched down to the ground, the trees and grass that still had their lush, green foliage looked dark and hulking in the swallowing night. 

With her gaze fixed on one cottage in particular, she wondered if the occupant would be pleased to see her. She had not forewarned him, no letter or laid plans to come and see him. She had not thought to arrange it, thinking he wouldn't want her nearby to remind him of events that took place last spring. The time apart over summer break had been the space needed to try and come to terms with it all, but she had come to realise that she had missed him. 

She missed the boy who had urged her feet onto a path that had been dubiously dark but utterly thrilling. She had not looked for such things, and yet they had to come to her. Pain and suffering had come with it, secrets and darkness that still plagued her. But at the end of it all, she had found people who shared magical abilities. Her people. This was where she belonged. 

The pull of Sebastian Sallow had not weakened since parting ways with him at the end of fifth year. Despite everything, she was unable to forget him. His smile, his eyes, the way he would tease her, his intelligence, and yes, his darkness. If anything, it was the troubled streak that split through him that lured her in the most. There was a thrill about it, a curiosity. It kept her on the edge, but it had kept her alive, too. If she was truly honest about it, she had a dark and troubled streak of her own, and it recognised his, called to it even. A kindred spirit as he had once put it.

So, here she was, standing outside of his small, country home with her palm pressed against the aged wood of his door with her heart in her mouth. Thoughts raced through her head, tumbling together to heighten the tension in her chest. Would he shut the door in her face? Would he push her away, hating the reminder that her face would bring to him? Maybe he wasn't alone inside there, and she would be intruding. The thought made her stomach twist with something cold and slippery. 

She didn't turn away, though. It's better now than on September 1st when school was back in. She wanted to see his face. She needed to know how it would be when face to face with him, without the distraction of everyone else. 

Foolish or brave, she lifted her hand from the door, made a fist, and rapped firmly. The knock sounded loud and final in the quiet dark. Her feet twitched in her boots, tingling with the sudden urge to flee. He won't want her here. This was a mistake. 

The seconds stretched as she stared at the door, fixated on the grain in the wood as her ears strained for the sound of movement behind it. She swallowed, clenching and unclenching her hands until the sound of the latch came. The door opened a crack, and the shadow of a figure appeared against a warm, low light. 

Brown eyes peered curiously through the gap, a tumble of wild brunette locks framing a freckled face that had lost its roundness in their two months apart. His cheekbones were more prominent, shadows had darkened under his eyes, and there was a grim set to his jaw that made him look harder, older. 

His hand gripped his wand, aiming it subtly through the gap as his gaze took her in, his mouth parting softly in surprise as his eyebrows lifted. “MC.”

“Hello, Sebastian,” she said, managing a nervous smile. 

His gaze darted behind her, scanning the hamlet quickly before he returned his eyes to her, adjusting his wand slightly. He was on edge, and she was quick to reassure him.

“It's just me,” she said, holding up a hand. “I… I thought I would surprise you. A little visit before school begins again, but I can leave if you would prefer that. I don't want to intrude.” 

He lowered his wand, eyes still a little wary as he opened the door a bit wider. His dark blue shirt was open at the throat, and the sleeves rolled back. He wore no waistcoat, but braces held up his dark trousers, his shoulders broad, and his hips slim. Her eyes devoured the sight of him, catching up on missed time as he pushed a hand through his messy locks and stepped back, pushing the door fully open before gesturing for her to step inside. 

“Not at all, please, come on in,” he said. His gaze also took her in from head to toe, his eyes almost disbelieving as he moved to close the door behind her. “You will have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid. I was not expecting company.” 

She smiled, her eyes taking in the untidy cottage quickly, noting the cosy fire and huge pile of books stacked haphazardly by the chair. 

“I probably should have sent an owl first,” she said, fiddling with the cuffs of her jacket. “I'm sorry. It was an impulsive idea to come.”

“But a welcome one,” he said softly.

Their eyes met, his lips curving softly as warmth slowly entered his eyes. He looked tired, the boyish look of him long gone, torn away by hardships that nobody should have to endure. But, he looked like he had been eating, his clothes were clean. He had not fallen into a pit of darkness as Ominis had feared. 

Sebastian's eyes, now filled with warmth as he looked upon her, were no longer wary, sparkling with that special something that kept her at his side. It was him, still in there, no sign of any eerie glow of forbidden magic, none of the madness or fury that haunted her secret memories. Just Sebastian. 

“It's good to see you,” she whispered. 

His gaze dipped, shadows flitting across his face as pink coloured his cheeks. He fussed with his hair again and cleared his throat. 

“Let me get you something to drink. I have tea if you would like?” He moved towards the kitchen area, looking for clean cups. 

“Tea sounds perfect,” she said. 

….*....

The sound of his own laughter filled his ears, a sound that had become unfamiliar lately, and yet he welcomed it as he gazed across at the girl sitting cross-legged on the rug before his fire. Strands of her hair had slipped from her braid, framing a face that had haunted his thoughts all summer long. 

Fear as chilling as mountain ice had lingered as he imagined her not being able to bear the sight of him. Despite her hug at the end of last term, her goodbye that had stayed with him for days afterwards, he had been convinced that time apart would lead her to abandon him. As the weeks of summer break had passed, he had convinced himself that he had chased her away, that she would glare coldly at him across the classroom when they returned, or worse, she would ignore him completely.

After all, he was a murderer. He had tempted her into darker and more dangerous acts, led her astray, and shamefully coveted her power for his own selfish wants. Who would want to stay near someone like that? 

Even now, sitting here with her in his own home, her laughter warming that ice from the back of his neck, her eyes pulling at him like gravity that kept him grounded on the wooden floorboards. Even now, he could scarcely believe that she had turned up here. Uninvited, but so very welcome. 

They had not mentioned any of the terrible darkness that had torn through them in the spring. She was chatting about lighter things, funny stories, and urging him to smile and laugh with an ease that was stealing his breath. 

He had not realised just how lonely this summer had been until now. How he craved this interaction and connection. He could not stop staring at her, and his cheeks flamed whenever she caught his gaze lingering too long. He could not be inappropriate and chase her away. Not now that she was here and smiling at him. 

A glance at the clock revealed the hours slipping towards lateness. Soon, she would be gone. He counted himself lucky she was still here at all, flicking through the pages of a book as they discussed what might be in store this school year. He didn't want her to go. He had a feeling this new and welcome warmth would leave with her. 

Going back to Hogwarts tugged at the anxiety in his chest. Another year started with no Anne by his side, his friendship with Ominis strained and distant, his heart almost hollow and shadowed at the thought of being always alone. Dare he hope that MC would remain at his side. Was he asking too much of her again? 

Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when he felt her hand on the exposed skin of his forearm, her fingertips grazing softly over the hairs there. He almost shivered under the touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt the touch of another person, and he stared at the delicate shape of her hand. 

“Hey, it will be alright, you know,” she said softly. “We will be alright.” 

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers, fearing what he would find in their depths as the shadow of memories began to cluster at the edges of his mind. She was trying to hide her own pain, but he could see it. How could he not when he had shared so much of it? Been the cause of some of it?

“I am so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. His throat tightened, and the backs of his eyes burned. “How do you not hate me?” 

Her eyes widened, and she shifted closer towards him on the rug, her hand lifting to grasp his shoulder. “I don't hate you, Sebastian. Not at all.” 

It was hard to hold her gaze. Such beauty and warmth radiated from her face it made him dip his head, his own eyelids closing as staggering memory began to invade. Those lovely eyes had shone with horror, lit with the flash of spells cast to inflict pain and injury. She had watched him bring down his own uncle, murder a member of his own family in a whirlwind of rage and frustration that replayed over and over in his dreams, taunting him. His evil tendencies could have gotten her killed, too. The very thought made him shudder right there beside the fire. 

Shame coloured his cheeks, his flesh burning with it as guilt clawed at his insides. 

She should go. She deserved better. What kind of friend was he to her? The worst kind, that's what. 

“I wouldn't blame you if you did,” he rasped, pushing his hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the tumbled strands. “I've done some terrible things.”

“As have I,” she said firmly. Her hand cupped his jaw, and he met her gaze, her fingers cool against his flushed skin. He swallowed hard. Her face was so close, so close it made his heart thunder. “We both did awful things, and it's impossible to change that now. But, we also did good things. We helped people, too. And we kept each other alive when it came down to it. You kept me alive with your tutoring and help. I could never regret that, Sebastian. I wouldn't be here if I did.” 

He stared at her, licking his lips and blinking as a tear slipped free from the corner of his eye. “Why did you come?” 

Her eyes, glittering with unshed tears of her own, were deep pools of warmth. He thought he could lose himself and drown in her eyes. He had found them fascinating from day one, felt such a thrill when they would seek him out across the classroom. He couldn't help but stare into them now, wanting to believe with his whole soul that she wasn't going to leave him.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her thumb sliding against the skin of his cheek. She blushed, blinking back her tears. “I wanted to see you before returning to school. Before everything, and everyone became a distraction. Nobody else will ever understand what happened, only you. I just… I needed to see you, I needed to know that you were alright, that we were alright. Does that make sense?” 

He nodded. “I missed you, too.” 

Her arms encased him, and he found himself held against her, his face pressed against her chest as her chin came to rest on the top of his head. Her scent filled his nose, soft floral elements and apples, and he inhaled deeply, his mind spinning as her hands slid through his hair and down his back. He shivered, closing his eyes against the ache of tears. 

“It will be alright,” she whispered again. 

He couldn't stop it. It was like a dam being released. Scalding tears leaked from his eyes and slid wildly down his cheeks, soaking into the softness of her blouse and darkening the fabric. He sucked in a stuttering breath, his fingers clutching at her blouse against her back and wincing as a hoarse sob escaped his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick and strangled as he thought to pull away, but her arms only held him tighter. 

She was so temptingly soft, so warm, and yet the solidity of her body held against his felt like a life raft in a tossing sea. The fight seeped from him as her warmth began to spread through him. He shamelessly clung to her as sob after sob tore from his throat, and his tears soaked her blouse. She soothed him, held him, her hands gently roaming over him in a touch that he could feel deep in his bones. 

How was he ever going to be able to release his grip on her? To let go would be like being cast adrift. It was terrifying, and he thought he might never be able to breathe properly ever again. He wanted her to stay right here and never leave. No, he needed her to stay. 

“I will, don't worry. I can stay as long as you need,” she said, stroking his hair with gentle fingers. 

Had he said that out loud?

He stilled, fighting to get control of his emotions as her words slowly began to sink through his mind. He swiped a hand over his face and lifted his head to look at her. He saw the flicker of pain, her sadness, and a flash of pity as she stared at him. He must look like an awful sight, red eyed and pathetic, a sad little boy. 

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gently wiping away his tears. His skin craved her touch, and he yearned for it, already missing the warmth of her chest against his face where her heart had thudded so reassuringly near his ear. 

“You'll really stay?” His voice was raw and utterly vulnerable, and he felt so very exposed.

There was no judgement in her eyes as she nodded. “Of course.” 

….*....

It was quiet. So very quiet. The soft sounds of Sebastian's sleeping breaths on the other side of the curtain should have soothed her, but she lay on her back and stared up through the darkness waiting for sleep to come and claim her.

He had made up the bed with clean sheets, his eyes drawn to her constantly as he gave her a shirt to sleep in and tidied up before bed, almost as though he feared she would disappear. Her blouse hung on the dressing screen, the fabric soaked from his tears. Oh, how her heart had broken to hear him like that, the sharp pull of his grip on her clothes revealing the pain he held tight within himself. 

Her own torment had risen up and stuck in her throat as she had comforted him. 

She should have come sooner. She shouldn't have left him alone so long. 

The strange creaks and groans of an unfamiliar house had her wide awake, her thoughts spinning over the last year. She turned her head towards the faded curtain that separated her from Sebastian and realised that in a few days, she would have known him a full year. 

Her life had changed since last September. 

From a well-behaved, decent girl to an ancient magic wielding witch who could deliver death with a flick of her wrist. Here she was, laying in a bed wearing nothing but a man's shirt and her underwear, that same man sleeping in the next bed over with nothing but a flimsy curtain to separate them. Unchaperoned and barely dressed, she thought of the expanse of Sebastian's naked back she had glimpsed when he had readied for bed. He had freckles everywhere, the sight of his shifting muscles bringing a rising heat to her skin as she had skipped her eyes guiltily away. 

The matron of the children's home would have taken the belt to her legs for daring to be so brazen, and yet she stared at the curtain beside her and wished that she could see through it. 

Blushing furiously at the thought of Sebastian's bare skin, she turned in the bed to face the stone wall, her breaths quick and uneven as a fierce ache gathered between her thighs. She squirmed and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else but him, but his scent was everywhere, and she could still remember the hard heat of his body as she had held him earlier on.

Fighting the fire in her blood and the dark memories in her head, she fell into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning until she was twisted in the sheets. 

Movement woke her, and she blinked against morning sunlight streaming around the thin curtain, taking a moment to remember where she was. Her hair was tumbled about her face, and she reached to brush strands aside, her heart leaping behind her ribs as Sebastian peered around the curtain with a cheeky smile. 

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, his eyes drawn to her bare legs that hung out from the twisted sheets. 

Blushing, she tugged the blanket over them, drawing them up closer towards her as that glowing heat in her abdomen nudged awake. 

“Morning,” she mumbled. 

Sebastian held out a steaming cup. “I thought you might like a cup of tea. I'm going to make you breakfast as well. It's the least I can do after you put up with me blubbering all over you last night.”

MC sat up, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as she arranged the blankets respectfully over her waist. She smiled and held her hand out for the tea. 

“That is very sweet of you, Seb,” she said, taking the cup from him. He was dressed in clean clothes, the fresh scent of soap wafting from his skin. Her gaze lingered over him, and she found herself patting the side of the bed. Fuck propriety. “Sit with me for a moment.” 

His eyes widened slightly, but he sat, turning to face her as she wrapped her hands around her cup. “Everything alright?” 

She smiled. “Let's do something today, something fun. Maybe you could take me exploring around your old childhood haunts. What do you think?” 

A smile twitched his lips, and he fluffed his hair. “There are chores to be done,” he said ruefully. “The wood doesn't chop itself, you know.”

She laughed and gave him a look that suggested she wasn't buying it. They both knew that a simple charm would have the axe swinging all by itself. He grinned at her as she sipped her tea. 

“It doesn't hurt to do things by hand sometimes. It's grounding. It reminds us that we are human after all,” he said. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Merlin, I sound like my parents. How very boring.” 

“Then I will help you around the house, we can pack a lunch, and then we can go exploring. Is that grounding enough for you, Mr Sallow?” 

He bit his lower lip, the old sparkle she loved appearing in his eyes. “You've got yourself a deal.” 

….*....

With the fresh sea breeze tugging at his hair and filling his lungs, Sebastian felt the foggy, dull ache around his eyes begin to recede. His eyes still felt scratchy and his throat raw after his emotional outburst yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel rather foolish for doing it in front of MC like that, but looking at her now as she searched for sea shells in the sand, he couldn't help but feel some of the heaviness lift from his shoulders and chest. 

The breeze played with her hair, her blouse rippling with it as she picked up a shell with a smile on her lips. She looked like one of those angels painted in muggle murals, the sun glinting off her hair, her cheeks delicately pink from the late summer warmth of it. 

It was so very hard not to stare at her. His gaze was drawn to her, and his whole body pulled towards her gravity, completely caught in her orbit. It stole his breath a little and made his head spin in a dizzying but delightful way. It was one thing to appreciate a pretty girl, but it was quite another to be utterly smitten with one. And he was becoming surer by the moment that he was smitten with her. 

Like the sun peeking through the darkest storm clouds, she had appeared on his doorstep and thrown back the shadows. She had danced in the same darkness as him, held his painful secrets alongside her own, and yet she had come back to him. It was more than he deserved. 

Spotting the delicate curve of a shell in the sand, he took out his wand and summoned it, letting it hover slowly over towards MC. The shell was perfectly intact, soft pink, and white curling into a graceful shape. MC’s eyes brightened as it appeared before her, those heavenly eyes swinging his way with a smile as she held out her palm. With careful precision, he let the shell sit in the cup of her hand, his gaze soft as her fingers turned it over to examine it. 

“It's beautiful!” She exclaimed as she held it up. 

He smiled, slipping his wand into his pocket as he began to walk closer towards her, his boots sinking into the soft sand. “Very beautiful,” he agreed, but he wasn't looking at the shell.  

Her eyes lifted to meet him as he approached, daring to stand rather close so he could get a closer look at her eyes. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face, and they both lifted their hands to tuck them back, their fingers grazing against each other. 

His heart thundered under his ribs at his boldness, his cheeks warming as she stared up at him, and he made to pull his hand away from her hair, but she caught his wrist to stop him. The rapid fire of his pulse made it hard to breathe as her hand slid up to link her fingers with his, their gazes locked on each other as though there was nothing else in the world to look upon. He realised that, even though he was partly terrified of what this might mean, he could quite happily stand and stare at her all day. Forever, in fact. 

She stood on tiptoes, leaning forward as she held his hand tightly, the soft sigh of her breath ghosting across his cheek before her lips pressed against the skin there in a quick kiss. 

He thought his lungs might burst and burn if he held his breath any longer, her eyes now so close he could definitely drown in them. 

“You should smile like that more often, Sebastian,” she said softly. “You have the most lovely smile, quite handsome, in fact.” 

Before she could even think about pulling away, removing herself from this perfect moment, his other hand caught her face in a gentle grip, his thumb sliding along the divine softness of her skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was the merest brush of lips, a soft taste in return for the one she had placed on his cheek, the tingle of it still there, along with the desire to feel more. 

“I shall save those smiles just for you,” he promised. 

He kept hold of her hand. Even when they left the beach and headed along the road back towards Feldcroft, their fingers remained laced together. She was a perfect fit, as though her hand had been made to be held by him, and it kept the shadows at bay. His own little ray of sunlight. 

….*....

After a long day of chores and wandering around in the sun, MC had been tired, her muscles aching pleasantly as she sat and ate a simple dinner with Sebastian. It hadn't taken much persuading for her to stay at the cottage another night. With only one day left until the start of term, she would have to fetch her things for returning to school, and yet here she lingered.

A second night of laying in the bed, staring up at the wooden rafters of Sebastian's house as he lay sleeping on the other side of the curtain. This time, her thoughts were on the way he had kissed her on the beach, his lips soft and warm, the touch of them delicate and tempting. There had been a fire in his gaze that called to her. Unspoken glimmers of something that felt like she was balancing on the edge of a discovery. 

He had not tried to kiss her again, but he had held her hand, his fingers grazing against her waist or her shoulder as they had prepared dinner. How many lingering looks would it take before he kissed her again? Did she dare steal a real kiss for herself? 

The very thought made her heart flutter, and her insides flare with aching flame. 

Burying her face into the soft feather pillow, she inhaled deeply and was reminded that Sebastian's scent was everywhere. He was everywhere, burying deeply into her soul until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. She had not thought her heart could have been stolen so soon. At sixteen, she was fairly innocent in such matters, but there was something very powerful and almost frightening about the intensity with which she felt attached to Sebastian. 

Perhaps it was the trauma, the darkness of their secrets, and the power of being held in the grip of the fallout of them. Like her, he was alone in the world, and they had gravitated towards each other. His eyes had the power to weave threads around her that drew her in tighter and tighter with each lingering glance, the dark glimmer of such gazes a lure more powerful than magic. 

It's why she was here in the first place, was it not? Despite the real concern of how he had been faring, she had longed to be close to him again. 

Drifting on the tide these thoughts were carrying her on, she didn't hear the whimpers at first, the jerking shuffles of Sebastian shifting around on his bed. The sounds of distress began to filter through to her, and she sat up, tilting her head as she gazed at the thin curtain between them. 

Frowning slightly as a distressed groan sounded through the dark of the cottage, MC slipped from the bed sheets and stepped barefoot across the boards to peer around the curtain. 

Sebastian was indeed shuddering beneath his bed covers, pale moonlight filtering through a high window, illuminating him in a ghostly glow. 

“Sebastian?” She whispered, watching him twitch and whimper. 

He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, but moving rapidly beneath his lids, and as she stepped even closer towards him, she could see beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream either by the looks of it. 

She bit her lip, sadness clouding her face as she stared down at him, knowing too well the kind of horrors that pulled you down in your sleep from her own night terrors. Worried about startling him, she hesitated before touching him, her hand trembling a little as it hovered above his shoulder. 

Then, he yelled, a shocking, harsh scream that ripped out of his mouth. MC gasped but didn't move her hand quickly enough. When he sat bolt upright in the bed, her hand hit his face, and he was lightning fast as he grabbed her. One hand clamping about her wrist, the other reaching up to fist into the front of the shirt she wore. 

He was like a cornered cat, hissing and frighteningly strong as he shook her, dragging her bodily forward before flipping her onto her back against the mattress. She yelped, her hair fanning out across the twisted sheets as he loomed above her, pinning her to the bed with an iron grip.

She stared up at his flushed face, his eyes wild and unseeing in the pale moonlight. 

“It's me!” She cried, her hands grasping at his bare arms, his muscles rigid under her touch. “Seb, it's me, please.” 

Breathing hard, he stared, his mouth a harsh grimace, his teeth bared as he gripped her. A sharp flash of fear shot through her, realising that he could hurt her if he wanted to, and her wand was beside her bed behind the curtain. She kept still, her own chest heaving with panicked breaths. 

“Sebastian,” she whispered. 

He became eerily still, his eyes subtly widening as he stared at her, really looking at her pinned beneath him. Her pulse was racing, throbbing in her ears, as he slowly came around to the reality of the situation. 

His gaze travelled over her face, moving down to where his hand had fisted the fabric of her shirt, gathering it tightly just below her collar bone. Her arm was pinned up behind her head, his fingers gripping so tightly at her wrist that she could feel her hand tingling from lack of blood flow. 

As a result of the struggle, her shirt was twisted up around her ribcage, exposing her waist and hips, his lower body pinning her to the bed in a rather compromising position. He wore nothing but a pair of undershorts, their bare legs exposed, his knees anchored against the bed. 

“What… how did you… MC,” he stuttered, confusion creasing his brow. He let go of her immediately, straightening up onto his knees as he pushed both hands through his hair with a groan of distress. “Did I hurt you?” 

His voice was strained, a pained wince on his face as he risked another look at her. He pressed his hands to his cheeks as his gaze roamed over her exposed flesh. “Oh fuck,” he whispered. 

MC hadn't moved, her arm still angled up above her head, her other hand hanging limp off the side of the bed as she fought to calm her breathing. “I'm alright,” she murmured. 

Sebastian shook his head, closing his eyes tightly as he moaned. “Oh gods, I'm so sorry.” 

He shifted his weight off her, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. MC sat up slowly, rubbing her wrist as her gaze lingered over the moonlight reflecting off the skin of his naked back. Her fear faded, her lungs relaxing as she watched him. He wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose. She held onto that thought.  

“It's alright,” she said quietly, slowly reaching for him. Her fingers trembled as she touched them against his shoulder blade, his muscles tensing slightly as she smoothed her hand along towards the back of his neck. “I'm okay. You're okay. You didn't hurt me.”

“But I could have,” he said, his voice cracking. He turned his head to look at her, his expression so raw and open it stole her breath. “I could have hurt you. I'd never forgive myself if…” He gulped, raking his fingers through his hair again as he shook his head. “What were you doing out of bed?” 

“I came to check on you,” she said, stroking her hand over the flesh of his back in soothing movements. “You were dreaming. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I'm not sure I will ever be okay,” he said, his voice so lost and empty as he stared at the floor. “These thoughts in my head, I know I'm not supposed to feel them, but they always find me in the quiet of night. I try to fight them away, but I’m scared that one night they might get the better of me, that I will get what I deserve.” 

Her eyes burned, and she bit her lip, her chest tightening at the sheer depth of sadness in his tone. He looked defeated, shrunken, and nothing like the boy who had faced her in their first ever duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts on her first day at Hogwarts. 

“No,” she said firmly, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around him from behind. “That is not going to be your fate.” 

She pressed her face against the flushed skin of his back, smooth and warm against her nose. Her hands snaked around to press against his chest, a slight smattering of hair there tickling her fingertips. She held him tight, imagining all of her body heat and strength of affection for him flowing into him as she did so. She hoped that he could feel it. 

“You are going to be just fine, Sebastian. I will make sure of it.” 

“I'm not sure I deserve it,” he whispered. 

Her heart clenched, and she shook her head. No. He couldn't give up. If he gave up, then she would struggle to keep her own head above the drowning waters of everything that had happened. Together. Together, they could fight it and win, just like they always did.

Her lips pressed against his heated skin, and once she started, she couldn't stop. She needed to show him. He was wanted. He was loved. He did deserve it.  

She kissed up his spine towards his neck, moving to spread more affection with her mouth along his freckled shoulder. She felt the shift in his breathing, the subtle flex of his muscles as she moved back towards his neck and pressed kisses under his ear. 

Her name whispered through his lips, and his hands slid over hers at his chest, their fingers interlocking as he held them tight and close near his thudding heart. 

“Don't give up on me,” she pleaded. “You've got this. Sebastian Sallow never backs down from a fight, remember? And this is a fight. You have to win. Do it for me, do it for Anne, but most of all, do it for yourself.” 

This time, when he pinned her to the bed, she welcomed it, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so demanding that it stole her breath in the best possible way. Arching her back in a delicate curve, his hands roamed over her waist, sliding up underneath her back to grasp the back of her neck as his hips rocked achingly against hers. 

It was exhilarating to feel his hands against her bare flesh, the shirt riding up to expose the tender peaks of her breasts. He moaned, his mouth moving from her neck to draw one hardening nipple between his lips, his tongue sliding hotly over it in a teasing swipe. 

She had never been kissed or touched like this before, but she wasn't scared at all, not even a flutter of nerves as his hand skimmed her hip, reaching under to squeeze longingly at the curve of her behind. 

“Stop me,” he panted, his tongue swirling against her breastbone. His hand moulded her backside, his fingers brushing underneath in a devastating caress that made her mouth open in a gasp. Heat flared dangerously. 

“No,” she whined, her hand fisting into the softness of his hair. 

His groan was feral, his mouth starved as he drew her flesh into a sharp suck that left her marked, his fingers swiping deeper under the curve of her backside against damp heat. She moaned in response, her legs widening shamelessly to welcome him. 

“Fuck, you shouldn’t make noises like that. I'm not going to be able to stop,” he said, his hips rocking against her, the nudge of his arousal widening her eyes as a shock of excitement blistered through her blood. 

Heart hammering and her breathing ragged, she tilted her pelvis, her body curious and on fire as she rubbed herself against him. He sucked air through his gritted teeth and released it as a groan, his forehead pressed between her breasts. 

“MC…” He warned, lifting his head to look at her. The blazing heat in his eyes sent another thrill through her. 

Heart in her mouth, but her head determined. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer, and he closed his eyes with a soft moan. He caught his lower lip with his teeth, his hips rolling against her in a slow, seductive movement that had her utterly lost. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly. “There's no going back from it. I don't want to take advantage of you.” 

“You're not,” she said, shaking her head. “I choose you.” 

The look in his eyes almost had her in tears, the stunned softness that made him go still, his hand caressing her face before he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. 

It was more than just answering the burn of lust that fired their blood. Each caress, each press of lips, was an affirmation of their need to feel connected. The heat of skin against skin was soothing and arousing at once, what little clothing that formed barriers was discarded swiftly and without care, their sole focus to answer the plea in each other’s eyes. 

It was new and thrilling, each fumbled touch as they explored and discovered opened up new possibilities. The erotic and intimate nature of Sebastian's fingers delving deep into her core drew low moans from her mouth. Her body opened to receive him, her heart racing and her thoughts eager to learn the feel of being joined completely with him. 

The solemn lectures delivered by her matron at the children's home drifted through her mind, snippets about carnal sin and the proper way to behave. As her hands explored the lines of Sebastian's body, she couldn't fathom why anyone should deny themselves this intimacy. 

How could this be so terrible and wrong? The way Sebastian was looking at her, the worship he gave with hands and mouth, it made her feel alive. The bonds that had formed between them strengthened, sharpening to a burning point in her chest as he finally claimed her for his own. The stinging stretch as he filled her made her bite her lip, her fingers digging into his flesh as he began to move, his own moans of pleasure filling her ears. 

This was where she was meant to be. This was no sin. This was home.

Pressing his forehead to hers, their combined breaths mere heated gasps as their bodies found a rhythm together, MC stared into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Lost in his shadows, utterly claimed by them as the tendrils of black curled around her essence and sealed their fate. 

“You're mine,” he breathed into her mouth, pushing even deeper into her, his grip tightening. “I'm never going to let you go.” 

“And you're mine,” she said firmly. 

His thrusts stuttered, soft sounds falling from his lips as he suddenly withdrew, the slick heat of his arousal rubbing lazily against the inside of her thigh before he came, spilling thick pools of release against her trembling flesh. She glanced down, curious and flushed as it dripped slowly to the bed sheets, his cock still firm and slick from their lust. 

Their bodies couldn't be any closer, arms and legs entwined as their flesh cooled and their breathing began to regulate. With her face pressed close to his skin, she could breathe him in, every lung full was a soothing comfort enhanced by the soft caresses of his hands. 

He was hers, and she was his. Together, they would dance with their shadows, and together they would defeat them. 

….*....

The soft glow of lamps lit up Central Hall in Hogwarts, a few Prefects were chatting in the corner and not really paying attention to the girl leaning on the balcony above them, her eyes lingering over the fountain before fixing on her destination. The library door. 

MC felt her lips curve upwards in a fond smile as she remembered arriving on this very balcony exactly a year ago, her stomach a bundle of nerves as she met the curious Slytherin boy who had no concerns about breaking school rules. She had been the new girl, desperate to impress, and yet, even then, so soon after meeting Sebastian, he had easily led her astray. 

Footsteps sounded behind her on the stairs and she turned to look over her shoulder, her smile widening at the sight of said Slytherin approaching. His gaze was curious, eyes twinkling with familiar mischief as he came right up close to her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. 

“There you are,” he said quietly. “And what brings us here at this time of night, sweetheart?” 

MC smoothed her hands down the front of his waistcoat, her eyes playful as she looked up at him. “Do you know it's exactly one year, to the day, that you smuggled me into the library so I could snoop in the Restricted Section? I think it was the first bit of rule breaking you taught me.” 

“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow and glanced over the balcony rail. “A whole year of teaching you how to break rules. How naughty of me. So, are you up for a little more rule breaking, then? Is that why we are here?” 

She nodded, eyes gleaming. “I thought we could sneak back down there, for old times sake, have a nose around. I have it on good authority that there are even some rather naughty books to be found if we look in the right place.” 

“Naughty books?” His smirk was positively devilish. “Do you even have to ask? Count me in.” 

Tugging her closer and kissing her again, his hand clasped hers. His handsome smile combined with the wicked gleam in his gaze was enough to send her tummy into a riot of butterflies as they pulled out their wands. With a cheeky wink, Sebastian cast his Disillusionment charm and he vanished, his faintly flickering outline tugging her towards the stairs as she cast her own charm. 

This time last year she had been shaking with nerves, her palms sweating as they outwitted old Scribner. This year, her pulse flew with anticipation as they made it through the iron gates and hurried down into the Restricted Section. The element of risk added to the excitement of being alone with Sebastian, and it wasn't long before she found herself pressed into a dark corner, his mouth on her skin and his hand under her blouse. 

Their shadows hung in the background, the darkness always there waiting for them, memories coming out to play when they least expected it. But, they had each other. They chased down the shadows with the warmth of their smiles and the heat of their embraces. 

With Sebastian at her side, she felt unstoppable, truly alive, and ready to face whatever came next. She doubted that life would ever become boring. Not with him. 

After all, they did love dark, restricted places, and they both couldn't back down from a challenge. Even when that challenge was each other. 

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #blueraineshadows #hogwarts legacy

[dancingwithreality]

romeo and juliet t.w.

gif not mine!

pairing: toto wolff x verstappen!sister

word count: 3.1k

summary: red bulls golden girl has been in a long term secret relationship with the team principal of mercedes, and it gets harder to keep the secret.

warnings: implied sexual content, jos verstappen 🤢, fluff, light steam but no smut

a/n: yes she’s a little child prodigy, but it works better for the plot. if this gets love 'n y'all really want more i'll do a second part maybe :)

please don’t take my work! enjoy and interact :)

JOS VERSTAPPEN was not a nice man, and an even worse father. He was demanding and mean, pushing his driving legacy onto his children. Well, onto Max. When his first child was a girl Jos was not happy. He didn’t think a girl could uphold such a prestige, so he never tried hard. You gave your all to impress your father but it was never enough for him. Then a few years later, he got Max, and when Max was of age he immediately started karting. You were quickly pushed to the back of his mind.

Through the years, even though you did better than Max, he still never cared about you as much as he did Max. Which is definitely saying something. You made your career as the youngest female driver to ever get second in the F2 Championship at 16 years old. At the last race, when you solidified your position as second in the WDC, you will always remember how your 12 year old baby brother went running up to you, pride swelling in his eyes.

He kept chanting your praises and hugged you tightly around your waist. Tears were brought to your eyes and you hugged him back. You took Max up to the podium with you and celebrated with the whole world watching. Except, Jos. His arms were crossed as he barely spared you a glance. That was the last time your heart broke because of him. You swore to yourself, you’d be there for Max how your father never was, and you’d stop relying on him to validate you.

Your success put you on the radar for many teams. The one you went with, was Red Bull. You joined their academy and were their first female reserve. There you met Daniel and became quick friends. Years later, when Max joined Toro Rosso you’d been driving for Red Bull for years already. You were the one that pushed for Max to be your reserve the following year, and everything fell into place.

Now you were 28. You had four consecutive vice championships under your wing and were driving alongside your two-consecutive championship winning brother. Everyone called you the ‘Wonder Twins’ and your family legacy had never burned brighter.

You were having a relaxing dinner with your brother and best friend, reminiscing on your life and how lucky you were. While Daniel and Max took over most of the conversation and were laughing the entire time, you memorized this night to remember it forever. Unbeknownst to Max, your boyfriend of four years was sitting further back in the restaurant having his own night. Glances were being passed back and forth between you to as your relationship was still a secret.

•••

It was 2018, after the Singapore race. The whole grid was out at some club and even some principals and team members joined you.

You and Danny were having the best time dancing and drinking, when you felt someone’s eyes on you. Finding the source gave you a shock and surprise to see Toto staring at you. When your eyes met, he sent a wink your way that made you blush and look back at Daniel. Hurriedly you whispered to him what had happened and the Aussie was at a loss for words. He knew of your little crush on the Austrian often teased you about it, but he never thought the crush would be reciprocated. Nonetheless he matched your excitement and decided you would do something about it.

Danny fluffed up your hair, and your ego, while encouraging you to go talk to him. ‘Open, lemme see your teeth,’ Daniel made a face at you telling you to do the same. You did and he confirmed that nothing was there. ‘Right, go at ‘em!’ He started to push you towards the bar.

‘What am i supposed to say!’ You started panicking while trying to look calm.

‘Turn up that Dutch charm or something! You’ve got this,’ Daniel winked and sent you on your way with a gentle pat on the back.

You were skeptical that Toto would even follow you to the bar. But he did. And somewhere in the night, small talk and glances turned into light touches and smiles. Which turned to laughs and close proximity, which led you going back to the hotel room with him for more privacy and a nightcap. The night was one to really remember as it started what you could only describe as the best thing to happen to you. The morning after wasn’t a walk of shame, no, your held was high and you were filled with joy and you stumbled all the way back to your room, eager to tell Danny all the details.

•••

You were brought back to reality as Daniel kicked you under the table and cleared his throat. Your face burned from how long you kept eye contact from across the room, while your brother sitting a foot away. ‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you laughed and took a sip of your wine.

'You spend too much of your time with us,' Max sighed and looked at Daniel for his agreement.

‘Max,’ you chuckled, ‘You guys are my best friends, and you’re also my brother, why wouldn’t I spend time with you?’ You asked.

‘I’m just saying, you’re with us all the time. And when you’re not you’re always in your room or by yourself,’ Max stated like it was fact. Daniel let out a quick laugh at the idea of you always being ‘alone’ when he knew where you really were.

This time you kicked him, ‘And what’s wrong with that?’

‘Darling we can’t be your only friends,’ Daniel teased. You shot him a deadpanned look and pretended to laugh.

‘I’m serious!’ Max looked almost offended that you and Daniel weren’t taking it as seriously as he was. Both of you immediately turned to him and looked concerned. ‘Daniel has Heidi, I have Kelly, you’re not getting any younger and you don’t have anyone.’

Your mouth was agape, did he just call you old? Daniel couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore and in classic honey badger style, he bursted out and was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath.

‘Max, I can assure you, you don’t have to worry about me.’ You tried to calm this conversation and put it to an end.

Much to your chagrin it didn’t really end. Max went on for a little while longer and you couldn’t have wished to not be there any more. When he finally got up to go to the bathroom, you slumped down in your chair.

Daniel was trying to get his breath back and was drinking his water. 'What was that? Max never cared about my love life!' You pinched your nose bridge and put your head down on the table.

'Why don't you just tell him? It's been four years, I don't think its too fresh anymore.'

'Oh yeah like it's that easy, 'Oh hey Max! I've been dating the Team Principal of Mercedes for years now, i just never told you!' You pretended to smile and used the fakest high pitched voice you had.

'You sarcastic little girl, it's not that big a deal. If you love each other, what's the big deal?'

'Okay don't call me a little girl you're like a few years older than me. Ugh, I miss the days when we had a PR relationship for publicity. No one asked me about my love life back then,' You groaned and took an even larger sip of your wine, the cup almost empty now.

'Just eat your food and stop sulking. You're secretly dating tall, dark, handsome, and hunky, like your life is so hard. Poor Romeo and Juliet.’ Daniel cut a piece off his steak and went back to eating. 'You're leading the championship and getting dicked down-‘

'Daniel!'

•••

You were all at Silverstone now. You just finished qualifying and the feelings were mixed. Max had unfortunately not done as well, but 6th wasn’t horrible. He was sure to make it up.

You were on your way back to your hotel when you got a message from Toto. Unfortunately for him, Lewis and George struggled a little more than they’d prefer. Toto had asked the front desk for an extra key to his room and had given it you prior. He wanted a bit of comfort tonight. He already let out his anger in the garage earlier, he would need another headset for tomorrow, and he wanted you to spend the night. you told him you’d be right over as soon as you were ready.

So a shower and an outfit change later, you were running over to his room and sliding the room key in as quick as you could. You always had to make sure no one saw when either of you went to the others room, so you’d gotten fairly good at it over the years.

As soon as you closed and locked the door, behind you came a pair of arms what wrapped themselves quickly around your waist. ‘Oh, meine liebe,’ the arms sighed in the crook of your neck.

‘Hello my darling,’ you leaned backwards onto the strong chest of your boyfriend and rested one hand around his neck, where his head was pressing kisses on yours. ‘How are you?’

He spun you around in his arms so he could rest his forehead on top your head. ‘Qualifying was piss poor, it seems we can’t get out of 7th and 8th.’

‘If it makes you feel any better, Alonso hasn’t been doing too well these last races. If Lewis manages to move even a few places the gap will tightens between them.’ You rubbed your hands up and down his back, trying yo offer some comforting words.

‘How can you be so impartial?’ He pressed a long kiss to your lips. ‘We’re from rival teams, shouldn’t you pray for our downfall?’ he kissed you again.

This time when he started to pull away you went to your tippy toes chasing after him, ‘We can both succeed without hurting the other.’ One of your hands was behind his neck, the other in his hair. ‘Well, so long as I’m winning.’ Each time he kissed you grew more passionate and desperate than the last. Neither of you had even realized that you’d walked backwards onto the bed until Toto’s legs hit the frame and you both fell.

After his back hit the mattress and you braces yourself on his chest you both erupted into laughter. You laid with your head and arms in his chest as he put one behind his head so he could see you properly. ‘It’s only a good race if you win darling,’ the look in his eyes was so intense you could feel your whole body get hotter.

Your ears grew red as you two kept the silence and just, stared. ‘I love you,’ you softly said.

‘I love you,’ his thick accented voice soothed your heart and made it swell four times the size.

‘I wish we didn’t have to keep everything so secret,’ you uttered in a sort of defeated tone.

‘Meine liebe, I’d get all those silly little social media apps just to tell the whole world about us if you asked.’ He sat up, and pulled you with him into an upright position. You were straddling his lap, arms around his waist, as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, all in an effort to emphasize his love for you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it when he held you like you weighed nothing. At eye level with him now, you couldn’t hold back anymore and jumped at his face. You kissed him so quickly and deeply you could’ve sworn he gasped. You nibbled on his lip and he let out a groan that you immediately swallowed, the sound only sending you into hyperdrive. Your intensity fueled him and you both became hungry for each other. Hands roaming and bodies moving in sync with each other.

His hands gripped your thighs and you tightened your legs around his waist. Once again, like you weight nothing, he took advantage of your tightening around him and lifted you up so he could further up the bed. Not once did you disconnect from each other as the night began to escalate.

He laid you down on your back and hovered over you, only a mere few inches from laying on you. Lips swollen and eyes dilated in lust you uttered ‘I love yours’ once more before connecting your lips for what feels like the tenth time that night.

All you were was a mess of sweaty skin, hushed breaths and some of the most explicit sounds that would make anyone blush. Nights like these, we’re you were able to care for each other and pretend the world outside didn’t exist were your favorite. Nights where you two could just be in love, not Mercedes Team Principal and Red Bulls Golden Girl.

Nights like these where you were Romeo and Juliet, fighting against your families and becoming your own.

•••

It was the last lap of Silverstone and adrenaline was running high. Your father had shown up to this race which already put you in a sour mood, you just wanted him to leave. You had Lando pushing behind you, granted the gap was 11.63 seconds but you wanted it to stay that way. Your only goal now was to get fastest lap to really tie it in. All these years later and you were still desperate for your father to see how good you were. See how you did it all by yourself.

You knew that behind Lando was Max, and even though you would always wish the best for the papaya boy, you knew that if max couldn’t overtake Jos would not be happy. His permanently disappoint disposition still hurt Max and it hurt you to see it.

Tension was running high as the race was coming to a close. There wasn’t a sound you could hear besides your own heart and you crossed the finish line. Lando followed behind and Max just .01 of a second behind him. It was close, and you were just so happy for both of them that you didn’t care if your brother didn’t overtake him.

When the final lap was over and you parked your car, the first thing you did was take off your helmet and look at the crowds. Amongst the cheering crowds, McLaren going wild and Red Bull screaming at the top of their lungs you watched as your brother pulled into the third spot and got out. Max made eye contact with your father and you could watch his heart break. Although he had preformed so well Jos was never pleased.

This ignited something in your veins. You watched him cross his arms and stand silently in the crow of cheering Red Bulls, the cameras showing off the orange army going insane in the bleachers. Yet somehow, the happiness couldn’t rub off on him.

You were tired of him.

You couldn’t take a single second of his attitude anymore.

So with all your courage and fire, you arm over to where Mercedes had piled off to the side. Your pushing through the crowds caught the cameras attention and all eyes were on you.

There in that second there was only one thought in your head. One idea: and you were going to follow through. You always do. You found Toto looking around shocked and confused as to why you were right in front of him. And in that second, you kissed him.

You brought both of your hands up to cup his face and you smashed your lips against his. As if the world melted around you his hands found your hips and the two of you were pushing so hard into each other, it was hard to tell where you ended and he started.

Just like the night before, you were one. You weren’t Mercedes v. Red Bull. You were boy and girl, hopelessly in love.

The crowd and gone silent.

You two pulled away ever so slightly, foreheads rested against the others as Toto supported your weight so you didn’t have to strain your feet too much to reach him. Despite just hard launching your relationship without any kind of talking about it before hand, the two lovers embraced each other.

‘The world knows now,’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Let them.’ You smiled as you hugged him tighter. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you.’ he whispered back.

Cheers and whoops erupted around you. Despite the initial shock of your relationship people were just happy. It was a good race with an even better surprise at the end, how could they complain?

The two of you pulled apart and smiled at each other, the world so unused to swing Toto so domestic and soft. You have him one more hot kiss before walking back to do the post race interview and award ceremony.

‘I guess she isn’t so alone, huh..’ Max looked star struck as Daniel laughed and patted him on the back.

You walked back and Jos was furious at your vulgar and inappropriate display. You’d never seen him so mad. It made you audibly laugh.

You put your Rub Bull cap on and walked right up to David Coulthard and smiled, waiting to start the questions.

‘Well that was something,’ He laughs in a slightly awkward manor. ‘Can I assume there’s something going on between you two?’

‘We’ve been dating for a while, I love him.’ You never smiled brighter.

‘A congratulations is in order then, for the race and for your love!’ He barked out in laughter as you thanked him and giggled.

Your eyes never left Toto, even as the anthems played and the trophies were handed out. Even as you sprayed each other with champagne and celebrated. Neither of you looked away. The smiles so evident on your faces and that in love glow never left. At that moment, neither of you cared about the repercussions that would follow. The PR mess and the scolding from Christian. It was just you two, in love.

The love you shared didn’t have to be bottled anymore. You two didn’t have to hide anymore, you could be together freely and honestly. That was all you wanted in life. To be with your love, in love, with no secrets or shame. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

fin.

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 #reader insert #max verstappen #red bull f1 #daniel ricciardo #my fic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fiction #f1 x oc #f1 x female driver #f1 x female reader #mercedes amg f1 #red bull racing

[amakumos]

haru yo, koi — yang jungwon.

synopsis. Life is fragile. You’ve known this ever since you got diagnosed with a rare disease that gives you only 10 years to live. You tell yourself to not fall in love, but then you meet Yang Jungwon in the middle of a park surrounded by cherry blossom trees. But just like the fleetingness of the cherry blossoms, your romance with Jungwon is short lived. You can only hope that the universe will be kind enough to offer you a second chance.

genre. angst, fluff, friends to lovers to ?, inspired by the movie the last 10 years.

pairing. non-idol! jungwon x fem! reader

warnings. reader and jungwon are 22, mentions of death, hospital, disease, illness, one scene where drinking is involved, probably some medical inaccuracies

word count. 34.9k

author’s note. hello! haru yo koi is finally here and i am so excited for u all to read it !! i hope there aren’t any glitches or anything esp since i had to use the legacy editor 😭😭 so praying there’s no issues w this 😭 this is the longest fic ive ever written and i rlly rlly hope u all enjoy it <3 pls give ur thoughts / feedback in an ask or comment ! they mean a lot to me <33 enjoyyy <3

ONE.

The clock is always ticking. 

You remind yourself of this daily. Most people your age don’t exactly think about death coming to knock on their door — but you think you’re quite prepared. You have been for quite a while. 

You peer outside your window for a split second, taking a break from writing. You see people on the street with bright smiles plastered across their lips. You wish you could be as carefree as they are, and not constantly worried about whether your life will slip away in just the next second.

You were diagnosed with a rare incurable disease when you were 17. You’ve got 10 years, they say. But even though they had said 10 years, you could still pass suddenly – so in some way, you might have less than 10. Slowly but surely, you’ve come to accept that this is your fate. 

“It’s spring, (Name).” You suddenly hear the voice of Chaewon, your older sister. “Do you want to go see the cherry blossoms?” 

You don’t turn your head to look at her. “Go with Soobin.” 

“I am going with Soobin. I’m just asking if you wanted to come with us.” she asks, and you finally look at her.

“It’s okay,” you tell her. “I don’t want to ruin your date.” 

“(Name), you won’t be. Come on. You can’t just… spend the rest of your days at home.” she sighs. 

Your sister has 10 years to live. Everything came crashing down when Chaewon heard those 7 words. She had never imagined that she would have to lose someone so close to her so early in life, and she didn’t think that out of all people, it would be you. 

Life is fragile. It is even more fragile for you. Now, you’re 5 years into your death sentence. The clock is ticking, and you’ve only got 5 years left. 5 years seems like such a long time to most people — but to you, it’s all you have left.

Is 5 years too much time, or none at all? 

Chaewon looks at you, silently peering outside your window. She doesn’t know why you aren’t trying to experience life to its fullest, knowing that you only have a couple more years left. 

She wants to spend time with you. She doesn’t want to see you holed up in your room, spending every day, every month, and every year doing nothing until your time is up. 

Chaewon has had a whole list of things she wanted to do with you ever since she was 8. Travelling, going to concerts, skydiving — all things she thought she would be able to do with you when you both got older.

But with your diagnosis, checking off that bucket list seems like an impossible task.

“Come… please?” Chaewon asks, and you reluctantly get up from your chair. Your sister smiles, handing you your coat that you’ve got hung up on one of the hooks attached to your wall. “If you and Soobin kiss in front of me, I’m leaving.” 

Chaewon follows you as you leave your room, watching as you adjust the collar of your coat. “We’re not going to… whatever.” 

Soobin is already waiting in the living room, talking to your parents. “Hi, (Name).” Soobin greets you with a smile. You wave at your sister’s boyfriend before going to the kitchen to get a cup of water. 

You’ve known Soobin for quite a while now. He’s been your sister’s boyfriend ever since high school, and now he’s a doctor. Apparently, your illness was what motivated him to pursue the career. 

“I’m looking for a cure,” he tells you all the time. 

Your previous doctors have told you that your illness was incurable. You think that Soobin searching for something that probably doesn’t exist would be a waste of time. While you’re thankful for Soobin trying his best to keep you alive, you think you’ve accepted your fate already. 

You watch as Chaewon laces her hands with Soobin’s, before bidding goodbye to your parents. ‘Be careful, (Name).” your father says, and you nod. He says this every time you head outside. “Okay, dad.” 

You walk alongside the happy couple, watching as a bright smile spreads across your sister’s lips as Soobin cracks a funny joke. You look at the pavement with an amused smile – what Soobin said was indeed pretty funny. 

A few years ago, you had asked Chaewon a question. 

What does falling in love feel like? 

Because you don’t think it’s something that you’ll ever be able to experience. If you fall in love with someone, that’s another person that’s going to hurt when you pass away abruptly. You don’t want to be a burden to others more than you already have. So, you tell yourself that you shouldn’t fall in love. 

Chaewon had replied to you with a fond smile on her face. She talks about Soobin as if he means the world to her. “It’s like… you feel so much joy to the point where you feel like your heart will burst at the seams. Falling in love is different for everyone, I think. Your experience is uniquely yours.” 

“Oh,” you said. 

“You shouldn’t be scared of falling in love, (Name).” she tells you. 

Chaewon says many things that you don’t listen to. Not because you think that her ideas or her words are stupid, it’s just… you don’t think she understands. She tells you to live life to its fullest, but how are you supposed to do that when you’re constantly reminded that you could die suddenly? 

You’re the one dying. 

Not her. 

You shove your hands in your pocket with a sigh. “We’re here,” Soobin says, and you look up. The cherry blossom trees are beautiful. The vibrant pink flowers are beautiful, and you watch as some of the petals cascade down to the pavement. “It’s really pretty, isn’t it?” Chaewon asks you, and you nod. 

“Let me get a picture of you both,” Soobin says, and Chaewon links her arm with yours. You both look at the camera, with Chaewon doing a peace sign while you simply smile. “Nice,” Soobin says, after snapping the picture. 

“Do you want one with Soobin?” you ask Chaewon, and she nods. Soobin hands you the camera with a grateful smile. Chaewon rests her head on Soobin’s shoulder, her hands laced with his. “One, two, three.” you say as you take the picture. 

Your sister looks at Soobin with so much love and adoration. It makes you happy that your sister’s found the right person for her. 

“I’m going to look around the park,” you tell Chaewon. She nods, telling you to be careful before you walk off. 

You take a deep breath as you walk around, seeing happy couples, old and young, roaming around the park together. You feel the slightest bit of envy when you remember that you’ll never really get to experience what it’s like to love.

You look up at one of the many cherry blossom trees in the park.

In some way, you’d compare yourself to one of these majestic trees. 

Cherry blossoms are known for their existence to be short-lived. They symbolise transience, ephemerality. They fall to the pavement as quickly as they bloom.

Just like the cherry blossoms, your existence will be short-lived. You’re running on borrowed time, and you don’t know when that time will run out. 

Every breath you take could be your last. 

There is a peaceful quietness as you wander around the park, admiring the vibrant pink hues of the flowers in full bloom. The faint smell of the flowers waft through the air, and you watch as some of the petals fall to the pavement. 

The quietness is interrupted by a dog bark. A white dog runs up to you, and you look at it, startled and confused. Suddenly, a boy who looks around your age runs up to you. 

“I am so sorry about Maeumi,” he says, attaching the leash back onto his dog. “He’s a little energetic sometimes.” 

You look at the boy, and something about him feels familiar. Those eyes – you’d recognise them anywhere. 

It’s Yang Jungwon, an old classmate of yours. He was the head of the student council during your time at the school, and you remember him even though you weren’t exactly there much due to your illness. But Jungwon was always a kind person, helping out anyone in need. He was friendly, and popular. You knew that many people had a crush on him, including your friend Minji.

“Wait a minute,” Jungwon’s eyes narrow suddenly. Something seems to click, and he gasps. “You’re (Name), right? We were in the same class in high school.” 

You’re surprised that even with all his busy duties in high school and with you constantly being away at the hospital, Yang Jungwon still remembers you.

“Yeah, I am,” you say, a small smile on your lips. “I’m surprised you remember who I am.” 

“Of course I’d remember you!” Jungwon’s eyes seem to twinkle as he says the words. “We worked together on a project for biology once. Do you remember me?” 

You chuckle. “Of course. Yang Jungwon. Head of the student council.” 

Jungwon smiles. “Yeah. That’s me.” 

There’s a brief moment of silence where you and Jungwon just look at each other, small smiles on both of your faces. Maeumi sits patiently as a few of the cherry blossom petals land on his fur. 

“So… what have you been up to?” Jungwon asks you, looking genuinely interested. How are you supposed to respond to that? Because really, you’re not going to just tell him that what you’ve been up to is… hospital. 

“Um… work. Got a job,” you lie, nodding. “What about you?” 

“I’m a lawyer now,” Jungwon replies, and you smile. “Law. It suits you.” 

“Huh. Everyone tells me that,” Jungwon runs his fingers through his hair to make it a little neater. “So… what do you do at work?” 

“Writing. I… write.” Well, that wasn’t a complete lie. You do write, just… not for work. You’ve only been working on one thing ever since you got your diagnosis — it’s something akin to a diary, recounting your journey through the last 10 years of your life.

Maybe you’ll get to see it published before you’re gone.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Jungwon beams. “I know your writing’s great. You wrote for the school newspaper, right?” 

It seems like Yang Jungwon remembers a lot about you. You wrote occasionally for the school newspaper when you were well enough to actually write. You’re surprised he remembers that, and you’re quite surprised that he actually read the school newspaper — you thought that with his busy schedule, he wouldn’t have had the time to.

“I did. You have a good memory.” 

“Thank you.” Jungwon cracks a smile. The boy looks at the cherry blossom trees, before returning his focus onto you. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?” he asks, and you nod.

“I like the colours.” you say, quietly.

“Me too.” 

“(Name), Soobin just got an emergency at the hospital, so he’s had to leave– oh!” Chaewon suddenly appears out of nowhere, startling both you and Jungwon. “Sorry, I didn’t know that you were talking to someone.” 

“Oh, it’s okay.” you tell your sister, who looks at you, then looks at Jungwon, then looks at you again. “Was I interrupting something?” she asks, with a small smile on her lips. 

“We were just looking at the cherry blossoms.” Jungwon pipes up. “I’m Jungwon. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Chaewon,” your sister says. “Do you know my sister?”

“We went to high school together,” you tell her. “Jungwon was the head of the student council. I’m actually quite surprised he still remembers me, considering how… you know.” 

“Yes. I know.” 

Jungwon doesn’t know exactly what you and Chaewon are talking about, but it seems personal — and he wouldn’t want to pry. And, you keep mentioning how you’re extremely shocked at the fact that Jungwon seems to remember you.

But, why wouldn’t Jungwon remember his first crush? 

Something about you intrigued Jungwon the moment you stepped into the classroom for the first time. It was seventh grade, and you had walked into the room with a small smile on your lips. Jungwon remembers you catching his attention instantly. 

You two were partnered together for a project, and you both had quite a few pleasant conversations while working on the assignment. Jungwon remembers walking home with a giddy smile on his lips after he had gone to your house. 

But gradually, you started to disappear. 

Throughout high school, Jungwon tried to talk to you as much as he could. Problem was, you were almost never at school, and when you were at school, Jungwon always seemed to be busy.

So Jungwon was never able to get closer to you. He couldn’t get to know you better, or find out why he found himself gravitating towards you. 

You didn’t even show up for graduation. 

The last time Jungwon remembers seeing you was in class one day. You were wrapped in a puffer jacket, a hand warmer in your hands. You looked pale. Jungwon assumed that you might’ve gotten a cold.

He didn’t know that you were sick. He still doesn’t know that you’re sick. Nobody from high school knows, with the exception of Minji and Wonyoung. 

He just assumed you were always busy with out of school activities. But he never forgot about you. 

“Oh, that reminds me. Ricky’s hosting a reunion party next week for our grade? We’d love for you to come.” Jungwon says, and Chaewon nudges you gently. “You should go,” your sister whispers to you.

“Oh, I… I don’t know. I don’t think people there will really remember me.” you murmur, and Jungwon shakes his head. “No, they will! Just come along. Here, I’ll give you my number, since Ricky’s still making decisions on which restaurant he’s booking. I’ll text you the details.” 

You type in Jungwon’s number into your phone slowly, saving his contact. “It was really nice seeing you again. What a coincidence, right?” he beams.

“It was nice seeing you again too, Jungwon. I’ll… let you know if I go.” 

“I’ve got to run along now, a friend of mine’s waiting for me.” Jungwon says, a small pout on his lips. “But yeah, text me! I’ll talk to you soon.” 

“See you around, Jungwon.” you say softly, and the boy gives you one last big smile before turning around to leave. Chaewon looks at you with a wide grin on her lips. “Come on, you should go!” 

“I don’t know,” you say hesitantly. You’re not even sure if people remember you. Or know you at all. You attended school less than 20 times in your last year — to be completely honest, even you found it strange that you graduated. “What if people are like ‘who are you?’ It would make things really awkward.” 

“So? Jungwon knows you. Invite Minji and Wonyoung. There, you know four people. Come on, (Name). You should live your life to the fullest.” 

As you’re nearing the end of the 10 years that the doctor has given you, you decide that perhaps Chaewon is right. You’ve spent years wallowing in self-pity, spending all your days at home when you could’ve been spending time doing things that you’ve always wanted to do. See people you never thought you’d see again. Go to places that you’ve always wanted to go to.

You take a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll go.” 

And as a pink cherry blossom petal brushes against your cheek, you return home with Chaewon by your side, and the thought of Yang Jungwon in the back of your mind. 

TWO. 

“You saw Yang Jungwon again?” Minji nearly shrieks, as you take a sip of tea from your cup.

Almost immediately after you had returned home, you had messaged Minji and Wonyoung about the gathering that Ricky was holding. Apparently, Wonyoung had gotten a message from someone about it but mistook it for a spam message.

“Yeah. Soobin and Chaewon wanted to go see the cherry blossoms, so they dragged me with them. Jungwon’s dog bumped into me at the park and… we talked for a bit.” you explain, as Wonyoung and Minji listen intently. 

“And he invited you to the gathering?” 

“I mean… he said it was for our grade. He gave me his number, so he’ll be texting me about the details of the gathering in a bit.” you say, and Minji nearly chokes on her drink. 

“He gave you his number?” 

“Yeah. Why are you gawking at me like that, Minji? Are you still in love with Jungwon? Because, not to remind you, but you’re in a very committed relationship. I swear Hajoon is going to propose any minute now.” you say, and Minji shakes her head. “No, no — it’s just… I don’t remember Jungwon being this forward.” 

“Maybe he’s just being nice.” you say.

“Jungwon’s always nice.” Wonyoung chimes in. “He was good friends with everyone. But I will say, no offence, I am quite surprised he remembers you, (Name).” 

Honestly, you’re the most surprised out of everyone. “Yes. It was a little shocking.” 

“So, what does he look like now?” Minji asks, looking at you curiously. “Just about the same as before. Or at least, the last time I saw him. Just slightly older.”

“It’s been around 4 years since we graduated, (Name),” Wonyoung says. “Of course he’ll look a little older.” 

Minji told you once that Jungwon has something she calls a “first love smile”. You never quite understood what she meant when she told you, possibly because you were focusing on not dying, but now you sort of understand why she described his smile that way. 

Jungwon’s smile just makes you feel… safe. You hadn’t seen him in a very long time, yet he still managed to make himself seem familiar to you. During your time at school, you didn’t talk with him much, you didn’t see him much — but you felt comfortable talking to him in the middle of the park, cherry blossom trees surrounding you two. It was like you two had been close for a long time.

“So… you’re going to go to the gathering, right? After Jungwon invited you?” Wonyoung asks, and you nod. “I might as well. You know… I figure that I should probably see everyone again before time runs out.” 

Your friends suddenly go silent.

The topic of your impending death has always been one that Minji and Wonyoung have tried to avoid. Mostly because they believe that someday, some doctor will find a magical cure. One that’ll make you feel better, and you can live a long happy life like you had intended to before your diagnosis. 

But with only 5 years left, you know they’re starting to lose hope. You lost that hope a long time ago. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to dampen the mood,” you give your friends a small smile, and Wonyoung shakes her head. “No, no. It’s okay, (Name).” she returns the gesture, but you can see that emotion in her eyes — sadness.

You’ve known Wonyoung and Minji ever since you two were little. You all had plans to stay friends forever, to see each other get their first job, to see each other get married, and to see each other grow old together, preferably in a small town with lots of cafes and beautiful scenery. 

Those plans are now gone. It was always (Name), Minji and Wonyoung. Once you leave, it’ll just be Minji and Wonyoung. No longer the “golden trio”, as you three had called yourselves. 

“Maybe Soobin will figure something out.” Minji hums. She really hopes that he does. She’s known that you've been living on borrowed time for 5 years now, but it never gets easier when she remembers that soon, she’ll have to live a life without you being there. She doesn’t want that. 

Neither does Wonyoung. Thinking about the fact that gatherings after your passing will just be her and Minji, and they’ll always be reminded of the fact that you’re supposed to be there, talking, laughing and smiling with the two of them. 

Thinking about life without you is already difficult enough. When you leave, Minji and Wonyoung know that things will be much harder than they are now.

“I mean… he tells me that all the time. Chaewon’s holding out some hope, but I don't know. I’m prepared. I’ve been prepared since I was told the news.” you reply, and Minji looks at you sadly.

“Out of all people… it shouldn’t have been you.” Wonyoung reaches her hand out to squeeze yours, and you give her a soft smile.

“I know,” you hum. 

The atmosphere is now sad, and dull. Minji and Wonyoung both have frowns on their faces, and you feel like you should lighten the mood. You give them both a bright smile. “Okay, enough sadness. Come on, let’s go out.” 

You three get up from your chairs, but not before fighting over who pays the bill. In the end, Wonyoung wins — you tell her that you’ll be paying next time. 

Then, you suddenly get a text message. It’s from Jungwon, who tells you that the reunion will be at a restaurant that Jo owns. You reply with a thank you, and you tell him that Minji and Wonyoung will be coming as well.

He replies with a ‘i'm excited to see you soon!’ and a smiley face. You smile when you read the message, putting your phone back in your pocket after you like his text.

“Jungwon says the reunion is at Jo’s restaurant. He sent me the location,” you tell Minji and Wonyoung. “Jo runs a restaurant? Didn't expect that from him, if I’m being honest.” Wonyoung chuckles. You always thought Jo would end up being a professional basketball player, since he talked about it constantly. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “Now come on, let’s go.” 

As you step out of the cafe, the faint smell of cherry blossoms waft through the air. 

THREE.

“Well, you look pretty.” Chaewon says to you, a bright smile on her face. “Reunion’s tonight, isn’t it?” 

You nod, smoothing out the wrinkles on your skirt. “Yeah. Minji’s picking me and Wonyoung up. Or really, Hajoon, since he’s driving. Is Soobin coming over tonight?” 

Chaewon shakes her head, pouring herself a cup of tea. “Just me tonight,” she says, taking a sip of the drink. “Soobin’s got some patients to look after, and he says he won’t be done until 3am, or something. I’m going to make dinner for Mom and Dad, and I'll probably watch some dramas in bed.” 

“Sounds like fun.” you say, grabbing your purse off one of the hooks on the wall. 

“Let me know how tonight goes, hmm?” Chaewon says, giving you a side hug. “Be careful, by the way. You took your medicine, right?” 

You sigh. “You know I would never forget about that.” 

“Just looking out for you,” Chaewon shrugs. “Have a fun night.” 

You wave goodbye at your sister before you leave the house, closing the door behind you. You walk down the stairs, and you’re greeted by Minji, Wonyoung and Hajoon. “Come on! We’re going to be late!” 

You hurry into the car, slamming the car door shut after you slide into the seat next to Wonyoung. “You look so pretty, (Name)! I love your outfit.” 

“Thanks, Wonyo. You look very pretty too.” you say, and Wonyoung smiles. Wonyoung always looks gorgeous. She was just as popular as Jungwon — everyone had a crush on her as well. 

“Hajoon, are you joining us?” you ask Minji’s boyfriend, and he nods. “She insisted that I come, in fact.” he chuckles.

“You guys are adorable,” Wonyoung says. “Put bleach in my eyes.” she whispers to you, and you stifle a giggle.

The ride to Jo’s restaurant is surprisingly quick from your place. You get out of the car, brushing your hair out of your face. You haven’t seen these people in years, and you’re pretty nervous — you know that there’s a high possibility that you’ll get bombarded with questions about why you were never at school.

You just have to come up with a lie. Or Minji and Wonyoung can come up with one for you. 

“Come on, let’s go!” Minji seems awfully excited, as she practically skips into the restaurant. You, Wonyoung and Hajoon look at her, amused, before following her.

The first thing that catches your attention about Jo’s restaurant is that the food already smells great. “Are you four here for the reunion?” a waiter asks you all, and Minji nods.

“Right this way, please.” He leads you four to a room, and opens the door. “Oh my god, Minji, Wonyoung and (Name)!” Haruna says, when she sees you three walk in. “Hi, long time no see!” Minji says, giving the girl a hug.

Somehow, your eyes immediately meet Jungwon’s. He gives you a warm smile, pointing to the free seat next to him. You take that as an invitation to sit there. “Hi,” he says. “You look nice.” 

Your cheeks feel a little bit hot. “Thank you. You look very nice too,” you say. Jungwon’s wearing a black t-shirt and pants, and there’s a blue jacket draped over the back post of his chair. 

You then notice the earrings dangling from Jungwon’s ears. “Oh, you got piercings.” you say, and Jungwon nods. “Yeah. Had them when we met in the park a few days ago.” 

“I didn’t notice,” you reply, chuckling. “They suit you.” 

“Alright, (Name), stop flirting with Jungwon! The food’s here.” Hanni says, and you furrow your eyebrows. “What? I wasn’t— never mind.” 

You don’t notice how Jungwon’s cheeks have flushed bright red. But, Ricky does.

“You’re still into her, aren’t you?” he whispers into Jungwon’s ear. Jungwon turns to look at Ricky, pursing his lips. “What? I… I don’t know. We haven’t met in so long, and I really don’t know much about her.” Jungwon replies, volume of his voice matching Ricky’s. 

“Then get to know her better. Didn’t you say you got her number? Text her after this gathering and then ask if she wants to hang out. It’s as simple as that.” 

Jungwon sighs, eyes trained on you, who’s talking and laughing with Hanni. “She’s probably going to be at work. We all have lives now, and… I don’t know. I don’t want to be a bother.” Ricky notices the way Jungwon gazes at you like you’re his entire world, and a small smirk graces his lips.

“I don’t think you will. (Name)’s nice. It can’t hurt to ask her to… I don’t know, have coffee, or grab lunch together.” Ricky suggests, shrugging. Jungwon has been pining for you forever. It’s about time he did something about his feelings.

Ricky does have a few points, Jungwon thinks. He missed all of his chances in high school to get to know you better, but doing something late is better than not doing it at all, right? 

Jungwon takes a shot of the soju that Ricky had poured him. “(Name), are you going to be drinking?” Hanni asks you, and you shake your head, a polite smile on your lips. “I’m good. I don’t drink. Thank you for the offer, though.” 

You turn to Jungwon when he’s drunk 3 shots. “How’s Maeumi?” you ask him, and Jungwon smiles at you, his face flushed slightly pink due to the alcohol. 

“Good,” he says, beaming. “Maeumi’s… he’s a cute dog.” 

You chuckle. “He is. So… did you take any nice pictures of the cherry blossoms when I saw you a few days ago?” 

“Yeah,” Jungwon replies, the smile never leaving his lips. He looks at you with bright, gleaming eyes. His eyes are very pretty. “Took lots of them.” 

“That’s nice,” you say. 

“We should go again sometime,” he says, his cheeks somehow redder than before. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, or because he’s nervous about asking you to spend some time with him. 

The truth is, it’s both.

“Yeah, of course,” you breathe out. “Sounds like fun. I’m… not too busy — I mean, I’m never busy, so just text me.” Jungwon smiles at your words, and you don’t notice how Ricky’s watching you two interact with the biggest grin on his lips.

He’s watched Jungwon pine over you for the last few years of school. He knows about Jungwon’s lack of courage to just go up to you and talk to you, to get to know you better outside of school projects. He knows about Jungwon’s regret over not being able to muster up that courage, and then watching as he realises that you’ve slowly disappeared.

And now, watching as he finally gets that courage. Or at least, a little bit of it. It might be the soju giving him an extra boost of confidence, but Ricky’s not complaining. Neither are you, and neither is Jungwon. 

The rest of the time at the reunion is spent talking about what’s going on with everyone else’s lives. Jo’s a chef, since he runs the restaurant that you all were dining in. Jungwon’s a lawyer, as he’s told you that when you two met in the park. Ricky’s working as a model, like Wonyoung. Admittedly, you’re quite surprised their paths haven’t crossed before this reunion. 

Hanni’s a dancer, like you always knew she’d be. Minji and Hajoon are told to get married by practically everyone, leaving both of them a blushing mess. 

Then, Ricky takes out a box that’s all too familiar. “Remember this, guys?” It’s the time capsule that you all buried when you were 12, where all of you put in a message for you in the future. “I thought we’d open these now, because… well, it's been 10 years. So let’s do it together!” 

Ricky hands everyone their letters, and when he gives you yours, you take it hesitantly. It’s a blue envelope, the front decorated with stickers. Dear Future (Name), it’s addressed to.

With shaky hands, you carefully remove the seal from the back of the envelope, taking out your letter. 

Hello, future (Name)! It’s me, you from 10 years ago. How are you doing? Since it’s been 10 years, I think I’ll have a lot of questions! Are you still writing? Have you become an author like we always wanted to be? Are you still friends with Minji and Wonyoung? How’s Chaewon? Have you ticked off some of the boxes on the shared bucket list? Are you in love? I’m going to decorate this envelope well, so you should keep it in a safe space. I don’t know what you are doing now, or maybe I should say we, since we are the same person. But don’t stress yourself out. Treasure every day! Life is beautiful. May you live a long, happy life. 

Little you will most likely not be very happy with the outcome of your life. You’re 22, single, and dying. 

You haven’t ticked off anything on yours and Chaewon’s bucket list. You haven’t become an author, like you wanted to. You haven’t treasured every day like you told yourself to. You haven’t appreciated the beauty of life enough.

And you won’t be able to live a long, happy life.

Reading your letter now makes you regret the way you’ve spent the last 5 years. You’ve got 5 years left on that clock, and the time won’t slow down anytime soon. Maybe it’s time to listen to yourself, to treasure every day like you had said to.

You don’t realise that you’re tearing up a little until Jungwon nudges you softly. “Are you okay?” his words are slightly slurred, meaning he’s probably drunk a little bit more. You’re a little surprised that despite how he seems to be slightly drunk, he’s still noticed the change in your demeanour. 

“Yes, I’m fine, Jungwon. Thank you for asking,” you say, giving him a small smile. He nods, giving you a bright grin that seems to turn your mood around, slightly. “Don’t be sad. Whatever you’re going through… things will work out. Everything will be just fine.” 

Yes, you tell yourself. Everything will be just fine.

FOUR.

Jungwon calls you pretty that night. 

It’s sudden, and it probably doesn’t mean anything. He’s a little drunk, and even though Minji constantly tells you that drunk words are sober thoughts, you choose to forget about it.

Yang Jungwon doesn’t know you well. Why would he have any feelings for you? But lately, small things that you would’ve considered to be somewhat insignificant have been reminding you of the boy. Cherry blossoms, small white dogs, grey hoodies, and black beanies. 

But you will admit, hearing those words from him did make you feel something you’ve never felt before. A mix of nervousness and joy, is how you’d describe it. Your cheeks felt hot, and you suddenly felt shy.

“What are you thinking about?” Chaewon asks you, as you stare at the scenery outside your window. “The cherry blossom season is almost over,” you tell her, and she nods. “Yes. Aren’t you glad we saw them a little earlier?” 

You smile. “I am glad.”

Chaewon’s noticed a small change in your attitude. You’re no longer always holed up in your room, constantly wanting to go outside — maybe you’ve finally started taking her advice, to live life to the fullest. It makes her happy. She wants you to make millions of memories that will bring you nothing but joy before you go. If you do have to pass early, she wants you to feel like you’ve done everything you’ve wanted to do. 

You suddenly hear a buzz from your phone, and you check the text message. It’s from Jungwon, and you don’t notice Chaewon peering over your shoulder when you read the text. Wanna see the cherry blossoms together? I’m at the same park, the text reads, and before you can type out a response, Chaewon tells you that you should go.

“That was what I was going to say.” you tell her, and she looks at you, a mix of joy and surprise on her face. She used to have to convince you to go hang out with people who weren’t Minji and Wonyoung, and now you’re doing it because you want to.

This Jungwon boy must be someone that you would consider special. 

Chaewon leaves your room to tell your parents that you’re going out. You get up from your chair, heading towards your closet. You pick out a simple cardigan and jeans, changing into the outfit quickly. 

“You changed fast.” Chaewon says, and you nod, grabbing your bag. “Jungwon’s at the park already, and I don’t want to keep him waiting.” 

“Do you like Jungwon?” she asks you, and you give your sister a look. “Of course I like Jungwon. He’s a nice guy.” you reply, and Chaewon sighs in exasperation. “I didn’t mean it like that, (Name). I meant like… do you have a crush on him?” 

You pause. You’re not sure. He’s nice, and he’s good looking. But you don’t quite know him well enough to make a decision about it, plus, your thoughts on love haven’t really changed much. Hypothetically, if you and Jungwon were to get into a relationship, you’d die in less than 5 years. 

You couldn’t hurt someone as kind and genuine as him.

“I… I don’t know. He’s a sweet guy, that’s all I can say.” 

“That’s exactly what I said about Soobin.” she says, and you shrug. “Okay. See you in a bit.” you reply — you don’t know how else to continue this conversation. Knowing your own sister, Chaewon could very well press you for answers about how you feel towards Jungwon, but the truth is that you don’t know. So, you remove yourself from the situation.

You head towards the park, looking through the contents in your bag. There’s a video camera that you haven’t used in quite some time, and you pull it out to inspect it. You turn it on, and surprisingly, it still works.

There’s a couple pictures of you, Minji and Wonyoung in the gallery, and some of you and Chaewon as little kids. You decide to take a picture of the cherry blossom trees with the camera, pausing for just a split second to take a photo of the beautiful trees and their flowers. 

“Hey,” Jungwon says, startling you. “Hi! Sorry. Was just taking a picture of the cherry blossoms.” you say, gesturing towards your camera. 

“Don't apologise! I’m sorry for surprising you,” he says, and you shake your head. “It’s all good. Looks like Maeumi isn’t here today,” you reply, noting the absence of his dog.

“Yeah. My sister took him out on a walk this morning already.” Jungwon chuckles, and you two enter the park, walking beside each other. “That’s nice. Guess it’s just you and me, then.” you reply, smiling at him. 

Jungwon’s heart races at your words. “Yeah. You and me.” 

“The cherry blossom season is almost over,” you hum, holding your camera up to record a video of the scenery. “It’s a shame that they’re so short lived.” 

“I wish we could see them year-round. They’re too beautiful.” Jungwon comments, and you nod. You pan the camera towards him, and he flashes a bright smile and holds up a peace sign, making you laugh. Jungwon stops to pick up a perfectly intact cherry blossom flower that’s fallen on the floor. “Here,” he says, holding it out to you. 

“You take it,” you say, the camera still fixed on him. 

Jungwon opts to brush a strand of your hair aside, tucking the small flower behind your ear. The flower is small, fragile, barely visible if you’re standing too far. Jungwon’s worried that the petals will fall off. But you look beautiful. 

You look at him, your cheeks burning hot and a smile that’s unconsciously made its way to your lips. “Flower.” he hums.

“Yes. Flower,” you reply. “Thank you, by the way.” 

“No worries. You… you look nice.” 

“Thank you.” 

Jungwon looks around, noticing a bunch of couples in the park. He can’t help but wonder if those couples think that you two are together as well. 

“I like cherry blossoms.” you suddenly pipe up, and Jungwon redirects his attention to you. “Why?” he asks you, intrigued as to why you suddenly blurted out this statement. 

“They’re beautiful, but they don’t last for a very long time. They’re very interesting to me.” you say, admiring the pink blossoms. “They feel familiar.” 

“Yes. But I suppose the short-liveness of them allows us to appreciate and admire them more, doesn’t it? Since we know it doesn’t last for a very long time, we hold them dearer, and cherish them more.” Jungwon replies, looking at you with a smile. 

He’s right. The reason why cherry blossoms feel familiar to you, is because you find yourself halfway through the process of the blooming and the wilting of these flowers. With only 5 years left, you’re wilting, while someone like Jungwon has just started to bloom. 

“Yes. And they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” you hum, looking at the pink blossoms above.

“They are.” he says, his eyes fixed on you. Only you. 

Jungwon doesn’t know that during your whole monologue about the cherry blossoms, you’re implying that like these magnificent flowers, your existence is short lived too. 

FIVE.

Soobin proposes to Chaewon a week after you and Jungwon go to the park.

You watch as he gets down on one knee, Chaewon’s hand clasping over her mouth in shock. You stand there on the side with your parents, camera in hand, smiling at the sight. 

“I wanna spend forever with you, Chae.” he tells her. 

Forever. Forever’s a funny word. 

The literal definition of forever is for all time. If forever is for all time, your forever ends in five years. Chaewon and Soobin still have many years to go in their forever. 

You realise that you’ve been pitying yourself again. You should be happy. 5 years for a forever isn’t that bad, you tell yourself. So, you push that thought into the back of your mind, focusing on the scene that plays out in front of you. 

“So… what do you say? Will you marry me, Kim Chaewon?” 

“I will. I will marry you, Choi Soobin.” your sister says, her eyes glimmering with tears. Your family erupts into cheers, your father hugging your mother tightly before he wraps you in a huge hug too.

Your sister is getting married. 

Chaewon runs up to you, and you give her a hug. “You’re engaged,” you tell her, and she smiles. “I’m engaged!” she says, showing you and the camera you’re holding the ring. It’s gorgeous — Soobin had shown you it a couple days ago when he asked to grab coffee with you.

You thought he was going to give you some horrible news about your condition, but instead he told you that he was planning on asking Chaewon to marry him. You let out a huge sigh of relief at that. 

At the time, he had no idea where he would propose. You suggested the place where he had first met Chaewon, but he’d only replied with: “I’m not proposing to your sister in a hospital.”

Which was probably a smart thing to say. 

“Did you know about this?” she asks you, and you shrug. “A little. I mean, your fiancée over there only told me a few days ago.” you reply, nodding at Soobin. 

“But, I will say, I’m not surprised. It was going to happen, sooner or later. You two are perfect for each other,” you say, giving Chaewon another hug. 

I’m glad I can see you get married before I go, you want to tell her. But she’s in such a good mood, you wouldn’t want to ruin it. She skips back towards Soobin, who’s hugging his own parents. There’s a giant grin plastered on her lips as she takes his hand in hers. “Congratulations,” your father says, as the happy couple approaches your family, alongside with Soobin’s parents. 

“You should’ve done it earlier, Soobin!” your mother says, and a pink blush dusts Soobin’s cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” he says. “I’m happy she said yes.” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Chaewon says, kissing him on the cheek, making the light pink blush on Soobin’s cheeks turn into a bright red. You’ll let the public display of affection between the two of them slide this time, because they just got engaged. Usually, you’d frown at them and feign disgust.

Chaewon and Soobin are the type of couple that you can just look at and know that they’re made for one another. You’re not going to lie, it does make you somewhat jealous that they’ve been able to find each other this early in life. 

Soobin and Chaewon had met when she had accompanied you for a checkup when you were 15. Soobin was there to give moral support to Taehyun, his friend who needed stitches. 

From there on, a relationship blossomed. It’s a bit of a unique love story. With Chaewon always being by your side during your doctor appointments, and Soobin being a doctor as well, the hospital is somehow always involved.

You’re also jealous that they can spend the entire rest of their lives together. And, the entire rest of their lives aren’t limited to only 5 years, unlike you. But you’re happy for your sister. You’re glad she’s found someone who makes her happier than ever — you just can’t help but feel upset that you won’t be able to experience that picture perfect fairytale romance that you had wanted.

And as Chaewon makes a toast, you get a text message. You watch as everyone takes a sip of champagne from their glass. Thankfully, most people’s eyes are on the recently engaged couple, so no one pays any mind to you drinking water instead.

You unlock your phone, checking who the message is from. It’s Jungwon, and he’s sent you a picture of cherry blossoms.

Saw this today on my way to work. Thought it was pretty, and it reminded me of you, he writes. 

You don’t realise that you’re smiling to yourself as you read the message. The fact that Jungwon thought of you when he saw those cherry blossoms makes your heart feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Yang Jungwon isn’t making it easy for you to not feel at least a little something for him. You’ve told yourself to not fall in love with anyone ever since you got the diagnosis — it’s to keep yourself from hurting and to keep you from hurting someone else.

But with Jungwon, you just want to fall. 

The consequences, the possible heartbreak is something that you’re not even taking into consideration. Maybe you should just let yourself experience what it’s like to love, and what it’s like to be loved.

You finally understand what Minji meant back in high school when she said Jungwon had one of those “first love smiles”. And you understand why Minji was so infatuated with him back then. You weren’t around much, so you never really got to know him better.

But now that you are getting to know him well, maybe Yang Jungwon will be your first love.

And knowing your fate, he will very likely also be your last love.

If Yang Jungwon was going to be your first, your last, and your one and only, you wouldn’t quite mind. 

You type back. So you think I’m pretty?

Jungwon replies almost instantly.

Of course I do. 

SIX.

“Hajoon and Minji, Soobin and Chaewon… ugh, I want someone in my life. But I can’t find anyone.” Wonyoung sighs, flopping down on your couch. 

You smile. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous, Wonyoung. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?” 

“Introduce me to someone!” she asks, her eyes gleaming. You look at her, with a confused expression on your face. “Wonyo, you know I don’t know many people.”

“I don’t know, maybe someone from high school, or something.”

“Ricky?” you ask. You knew Wonyoung used to like Ricky during high school, and just like Wonyoung, Ricky’s working as a model too. You can’t believe that you didn’t think of this pairing sooner.

“Ricky?” Wonyoung asks softly. She must be remembering the times during high school where she was pining over him. “If he’s interested… I suppose he could give me a call.” 

You watch her expression closely, noticing the way her cheeks flush pink. “You suppose? You clearly want me to tell Ricky to send you a message. Why didn’t you just say that instead of telling me to introduce you to someone?” 

Wonyoung shrugs, looking away from you. “I don’t know. Guess I was just a little bit… shy?” 

You laugh at her words, picking up your phone to message Ricky. You then realise you didn’t get Ricky’s number the night of the reunion, and since you know Ricky and Jungwon are friends, you decide to text him instead.

Hey, could I get Ricky’s number? you message Jungwon. I think Wonyoung’s interested in him. 

Jungwon always replies to your messages instantly. Of course, here. He sends you Ricky’s number, and you thank him. We could set them up, if you’re up for it. Us four, dinner at my place.

Wonyoung peers over your shoulder to read what Jungwon’s saying to you. “I think he likes you, (Name).” 

“What makes you say that?” 

You know it’s a stupid thing to say after he did call you pretty. Twice. 

“He’s basically asking for it to be a double date. Come on now, (Name)! Don’t be silly. But, let him know I’m up for it.” Wonyoung teases you, and you sigh. 

Sounds good, you tell him. When and where?

Do you guys mind if it’s tonight, 7pm? Ricky will be in Paris for the next 2 weeks, he replies, and Wonyoung’s eyes widen. “Tonight? Tonight tonight? I have to go home and get ready. I’ll see you in a bit!” she says, grabbing her bags before rushing out of the door. You take that as Wonyoung not minding, and it’s not like you have anything to do anyways. 

We don’t mind, you reply. See you tonight. 

You find yourself excited to see Jungwon again. You haven’t seen him since the cherry blossom season ended. But to be fair, which was a week and a half ago, so it hasn’t really been too long.

Him calling you pretty has been stuck in your head for the past week. You don’t know how 2 simple words could have such an effect on you, but here you are, with those two words said in his voice replaying again and again and again. 

You decide to wear something a little simpler tonight, just a green cardigan and a pair of jeans. Chaewon walks into your room just as you’re curling your lashes, and she gives you a knowing smile. “Who are you seeing tonight?” she asks, even though she has a hunch.

“Wonyo and I are meeting Ricky and Jungwon for dinner.” you reply, applying some tinted lip balm onto your lips. “Wonyoung thinks Ricky is cute. I guess her feelings never really went away from high school.” 

“I guess they didn’t,” Chaewon says, hand on her hip. The engagement ring on her finger sparkles when the light catches it, and you really need to commend Soobin on doing such a good job on finding a gorgeous ring. “But you and Jungwon, huh? I know I keep pressing you about this… but. You know… you two have seemed to bond very quickly.” 

She’s not wrong. 

You do admit that you find yourself wanting to see Jungwon again. You wouldn’t call it love yet, or anything of the sort – but perhaps there is some sort of attraction, or something that makes you gravitate towards him. 

But then you remind yourself that in your life, you have no time for love. 5 years is far too little, and 5 years is all you’ve got. Jungwon deserves someone who can give him a forever and more. 5 years is your forever. 

For Jungwon, 5 years probably doesn’t mean much at all.

Chaewon sees the hesitant look on your face. “Don’t be afraid to fall in love, (Name).” 

“I don’t want to hurt him.” 

She looks at you with a sad smile. “(Name), I want to see you happy. Jungwon can give you that. It doesn’t matter how long or short your life is, just please… don’t forbid yourself from finding happiness. You deserve it more than anyone.” Chaewon wraps you in a hug. “I don’t want to let you go. None of us do.” 

“I don’t want to hurt another person.” 

“It will hurt at first,” Chaewon tells you, her arms still wrapped around you tightly. “But then all of us will think: gosh, wasn’t I so lucky to know (Name) in this lifetime?” 

You feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. “I’m sorry, Chaewon.” 

“Don’t be sorry. You didn't choose this path for yourself. All I know is that… I’m the luckiest person alive to have had you as a sister.” she tells you, hugging you tighter.

“Now, enough sad stuff,” she says, wiping your tears with the pads of her thumbs. “Go to this dinner tonight, and if anything happens between you and Jungwon, let me know.” 

You smile at your sister, giving her another hug. “Okay.” 

And before you walk out of the door, you turn back to look at her. “I know you said no sad stuff, and this isn’t really sad, but… I feel like I’m the luckiest person alive to have you as a sister.” 

Chaewon only smiles softly as she watches you leave.

SEVEN.

Jungwon’s house is cozy.

Maeumi greets you and Wonyoung at the door, and Jungwon gives you a kind smile when he sees you. He’s wearing a grey hoodie and some black sweatpants, and even though the outfit is simple, it looks nice on him. 

Wonyoung notices the soft smile on Jungwon’s lips as he watches you play with Maeumi. Wonyoung sneaks up behind him, whispering into his ear. “You really like her, huh?” 

Jungwon gets startled by Wonyoung’s sudden comment. “Gosh, don’t sneak up on me like that!” he says, clutching his chest dramatically. The girl next to him giggles, and you look up at the two. 

“Did I miss something?” you ask, and Jungwon rapidly shakes his head no. Wonyoung, on the other hand, points at Jungwon discreetly, then makes a heart with her hands, then points at you.

What she’s gesturing to you is that she thinks Jungwon likes you.

You give her an amused smile before turning your attention back to Maeumi. “Look, Jungwon. Shoot your shot.” Wonyoung whispers to the boy. Jungwon’s eyes are still transfixed on you, and anyone could instantly notice how the boy is absolutely smitten. 

Before Jungwon can say anything, Ricky bursts through the door. “Jungwon, I couldn’t decide whether to get Wonyoung roses or tulips, so I just got both— oh! You’re already here. Um… hi, Wonyoung,” he says, holding two bouquets. 

“These are for you… both of them.” he hands Wonyoung the bouquets, and you see the pink flush on Wonyoung’s cheeks almost instantly as she accepts the flowers from Ricky with a shy smile. 

“I take it he’s into her?” you whisper to Jungwon, who’s now standing by your side. Jungwon nods, his arms crossed as he watches the scene in front of you two. “Ever since 10th grade. So, when I got your text, he got a little bit too excited. He asked me if he should come wearing a suit.”

You laugh at his words, and Jungwon thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. “Well, Wonyo’s interested too. Look at them laughing.” you nod towards Wonyoung and Ricky, who are chatting to each other with bright smiles on their faces.

“Let’s not bother them. They seem to be hitting it off quite well. I’m going to prepare dinner, if you’d like to come join me.” he says, heading towards the kitchen. You follow him, and so does Maeumi.

“Don’t go into the kitchen, Maeumi.” you tell the dog, telling it to stay in the living room. You don’t notice Jungwon gazing at you adoringly, but out of the corner of her eye, Wonyoung does. She smiles to herself, before redirecting her attention to Ricky. 

You help Jungwon with preparing some of the food, such as chopping up vegetables and seasoning the dishes. “Are you hungry?” he asks you, and you nod.

“Starving. Everything smells so good. You’re a good chef, Jungwon.”

Jungwon smiles. “Well, thank you.” 

“What can’t you do?” you ask him, as he cracks an egg into the fry pan. Ricky, despite being outside, overhears your conversation. What can’t Jungwon do? Confess to you, Ricky thinks.

Soon enough, Jungwon finishes cooking. You help him bring out some plates, and some of the dishes. Ricky and Wonyoung are seated next to one another, with Ricky moving his chair just the slightest to be able to be sitting closer to your friend. You smirk at Wonyoung, who gives you a stare to tell you to not say a word.

Jungwon places the last dish on the table, and he sits down in the seat next to you. Now, it’s Wonyoung’s turn to tease you, and you give her the same look.

“Let’s eat!” 

Jungwon’s food is amazing. There is quite literally nothing that he can’t do. He’s a lawyer, he was head of the student council, and he could be a chef. Jo should probably watch out.

“This is so good,” you say, in between mouthfuls, and pink dusts Jungwon’s cheeks when he hears your compliment. 

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it — eat more,” he says. 

The rest of the night is spent reminiscing over your high school days, and Ricky heads towards Jungwon’s fridge, and grabs the bottle of soju that he’s brought. “Jungwon, where’s your shot glasses?” 

“Cabinet on your right,” the boy sitting beside you replies. “Get 3. (Name) doesn’t drink.” 

You look at him, slightly surprised. “How’d you know?”

“You told Hanni that you don’t drink at the reunion. I remember, (Name).” Jungwon says, smiling at you. 

Ricky places the bottle of soju on your side of the table. “He’s got a terrible memory. He only remembers because it’s you,” he whispers to you, before sitting back down in his seat. 

And as Jungwon pours soju into his glass, your mind’s fixated on those words. He only remembers because it’s you. Are you someone special to Jungwon? 

The thought of being someone special to Yang Jungwon makes you feel… good. It's a simple way of describing it, but you don’t know how else to say it. You’ve never experienced what it’s like to love someone, and you don’t know if this is love, but… you think you care for the boy sitting next to you.

In high school, he would be someone you considered just a classmate. You knew of him, and you talked to him occasionally — but you wouldn’t have ever really considered him to be a friend. 

Now, mere weeks after your first meeting in a few years, you’d like to consider Yang Jungwon as one of your friends. You would like to get closer to him, as your relationship has progressed so quickly in the past couple of weeks, but you feel like you’ve known him for… forever.

Yes, that funny word. Forever. For all time.

He feels familiar. He feels like home.

And home is where you feel the safest. 

If you told Chaewon all of your thoughts about Jungwon, you’d wonder what she’d say. Is it just a simple, plain crush, or would she consider it to be something more? Or even if it was just a simple, plain crush, could it be something more? 

Love has been something you’ve never even considered for yourself. But with Yang Jungwon now in the picture, you’re starting to see the possibility of the last 5 years of your life with who Chaewon would refer to as: the one. 

As the night goes on, the chemistry between Ricky and Wonyoung is undeniable. You know that they’d make a cute couple. Would it be too early to say that you think they’ve found their soulmate? you think.

Ricky checks his watch. “Ah, it’s late. I should probably go. I’ll drive you home, if you’d like.” he says to Wonyoung. 

“That would be really great,” she says, smiling at him. “But what about you, (Name)?” 

“I’ll take her home,” Jungwon says, standing up. “You guys enjoy your date.” 

Ricky and Wonyoung’s cheeks both flush red. “Thank you?” Wonyoung replies.

“I’ll clean this up,” Jungwon picks up a few of the plates. 

“I’ll help you.” you tell him, and the boy gives you a grateful smile. As you’re piling some of the plates on top of one another, Ricky stops Jungwon in his tracks when he’s on his way to put the dishes into the sink. 

“You should do it.” Ricky whispers to him.

“Do what?” Jungwon whispers back.

“Tell her how you feel.” 

“What? It’s too early for that,” Jungwon says, and Ricky rolls his eyes. “I reconnected with Wonyoung today.”

Ricky does have a fair point. Jungwon guesses that he’s just a little too scared that he’ll ruin something good between you two. 

“It’s okay, Jungwon. I think she’ll reciprocate those feelings. Now, I’m going to drive Wonyoung home. See you tomorrow.” Ricky waves at the boy, and both you and Jungwon hear the door close.

“They’re very cute together,” you tell him, as he cleans a frying pan. “I think we’re great at matchmaking.” you hand Jungwon a plate, and his hand touches yours. 

His hand is cold, but his touch makes you feel warm. Your ears feel hot, and you don’t know what’s happening. Are you sick again? 

“Yes,” Jungwon says, focused on cleaning the dishes. “I think we are.” 

Silence falls between the both of you. Not an awkward silence, more so of a comfortable one. Both of you, simply just basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. You help Jungwon put away the clean plates.

“Thank you, (Name).” he says. 

“Uh, no worries.” you reply. 

You don’t know when you and Jungwon inch closer to one another. It just happens, as if some force is pushing you two closer together. Jungwon’s eyes flicker towards your lips, and you suddenly feel a little nervous under his gaze.

Your heart’s pounding a mile a minute. You think you’re going to feel sick from all the nervousness.

You want to lean in. You want to give in — to tell your mind that you can fall in love, and like Chaewon said, just because you’re dying, you shouldn’t forbid yourself from finding happiness.

But that fear kicks in. The fear of hurting more people than you already have to. Jungwon’s one of the sweetest, kindest people you think you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Breaking his heart now would be less painful than breaking his heart 5 years later, when you inevitably leave him alone in this world. 

That fear tells you to leave. Because that fear tells you that Jungwon deserves someone who can have a Chaewon and Soobin-like fairytale romance. You cannot give him that.

And just as Jungwon leans in, you step back. “Um… I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll… see you tomorrow. Or sometime soon, I don’t know.”

You take one small glance at Jungwon, and it’s just enough time to notice the dejected look in his eye. But, he quickly covers it up with a tight-lipped smile. “Of course. I’ll send you home.” 

“Um, there’s no need for you to,” you say, tapping on your phone. “My sister is coming to get me. Thank you for tonight, Jungwon.”

You grab your bag from the couch, and you rush out the door.

Jungwon can’t help but feel like he’s made the biggest mistake.

EIGHT.

The next time you see Jungwon, you both act like nothing happened.

But the events of that night replay in Jungwon’s head every hour, every second, every minute. The hesitant look on your face before you stepped away is burned into his mind, and remembering the way you rushed out of the door so hastily makes his heart shatter.

You meet him in the park again. You two are quite fond of this park. It is near Jungwon’s workplace, and it is near your house. You walk alongside him, recording the view in front of you with your camera. Jungwon stuffs his hands in his pockets, and he feels like he should talk to you about that night.

Because for a split second before you ran off, Jungwon thought that you wanted to lean in. He supposes he was wrong. 

He wonders if he should continue to hold these types of feelings towards you. If you’re clearly not interested, Jungwon understands. He’ll let all these feelings go, and he’ll act like they never existed. You two could stay just friends.

The plan sounds easier said than done, but if that is what will make you happy, he will do it.

He will let go of all those years of pining for you. 

He just wants an answer. He doesn’t know if he’s asking for too much, though. As he walks alongside you, he isn’t sure if he should bring the situation up. 

“You’re quiet today, Jungwon.” you say, looking at him. The boy snaps out of his thoughts, and offers you a weak smile.

“Just thinking.” 

“About what?” 

Should he just talk to you about it? 

“I… I was thinking about the thing that happened.” he says, and you immediately know what he means. You stop in your tracks to face him, turning off the recording. “Oh,” you say softly.

Jungwon figures he might as well just pour his feelings out now. It can’t get much more awkward than this, and… if he finds out that you do reciprocate those feelings he holds for you, then… everything will be fine. Well, better than fine. Everything will be great. 

“(Name), I like you. I know… that this is sudden — or maybe it isn’t, since the whole thing happened but… I just thought that you should know. I’ve liked you since you walked into that classroom in grade 7, and Maeumi bumping into you at the park was like some sort of sign for me, from the universe, to remind me that I wasn’t over you at all, even though I hadn’t seen you in years — I just… really like you. I’d like to spend every cherry blossom season with you, if you’d let me.” 

For a split second, you allow yourself to smile like a lovesick fool. 

The confession makes warmth bloom across your chest, and you feel nothing but pure euphoria in the moment. 

Every cherry blossom season with you.

Every. Every, being 5. You will see 5 more cherry blossom seasons. Or maybe even less.

And your smile falls.

“Jungwon… thank you for telling me,” you say. Your eyes are fixated on the ground — you don’t want to see the look on his face when you have to shatter his heart. “But… one day, I fear you will regret falling for me if I say yes.” 

Jungwon looks at you, confusion written all across his features. “(Name), what do you mean? I have many regrets in life, but I will never regret falling for you.” 

He’s sweet. Too sweet. You don’t want to hurt him.

“You can’t know. It’s better for you to not know.” you cannot let Jungwon know you’re dying. Him knowing about your illness would crush him — and you would rather not see Jungwon sad about anything. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I like you a lot, Jungwon.”

You like him. Jungwon feels the slightest glimmer of hope at your words.

“But, I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make this harder than it already is — I don’t want to share my burdens with you. I feel like a burden for everyone else. I don’t need another person to pile all my issues onto — I am hurting, and I will end up hurting everyone else.” you say, your voice shaky. That glimmer of hope Jungwon once felt is suddenly gone. 

“Then let us hurt together. You will never be a burden to me, (Name). What makes you say that?” Jungwon asks you, placing his hand on your shoulder to comfort you. You look up at him with tears brimming your eyes, and you give him a weak smile.

“Because everyone thinks that.” you murmur.

“Who thinks that?” he asks you, his voice soft. “I don’t think that — I’ll never think that. (Name), you can talk to me.”

“Jungwon, just… leave it be. I… wish I could say yes to you, but I can’t. I will leave a lot of people hurt, and I would rather not have one of those people be you. And if you’ll excuse me… I have to go.” you say, bidding him farewell.

Once again, you walk away from Jungwon. Just like that night in his apartment.

That time, Jungwon did not chase after you.

This time, he does.

“(Name), please. You won’t hurt me. We can share these burdens together — I am here for you. I will always be here for you,” he says, and you sigh. 

“Jungwon, you don’t understand—“ 

“Then help me understand. Tell me what I don’t understand. If you don’t understand either, let us figure it out together.” 

“I don’t want you to understand!” you raise your voice, startling Jungwon. “Because I don’t want you to be hurt. This… is my burden to carry. If things were alright, I would’ve said yes without thinking. If everything was normal, I wouldn’t have ran away that night. If I knew that I wouldn’t hurt you, I would’ve kissed you. But things aren’t alright. Things are not normal, and I know that I will hurt you. So please, Jungwon. Let this… go.” 

You know that by saying this, you’ve lost your one chance at love. You pushed away the one person who truly liked you, the person who wanted every cherry blossom season with you — Yang Jungwon. 

You want to cry. 5 years left on the clock and you’ll be single and lonely for the rest of your life.

Your heart feels heavy. Everything hurts. You clutch your chest, and suddenly everything feels strange. It’s all spinning, the green leaves on the trees are starting to look fuzzy — you can’t breathe, and your chest just feels tight. Jungwon’s face is starting to become blurry, and you feel like you’re going to collapse.

Are you going to die? Are you going to die in front of Jungwon? 

“I… I have to go.” you say, your vision getting blurrier by the second. You try to run away from the boy, but you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker. 

“(Name)? Are you okay?” Jungwon notices the urgency in your voice, and the way you’re almost wobbling away from him — you’re losing your balance.

The world becomes a blur, and you collapse to the ground. 

NINE.

Your eyes open, and you’re greeted with the familiar sight of a hospital room.

“Hey, (Name).” Chaewon says, her hand on top of yours. “Are you feeling okay?” 

“Um… I don’t know.” you say, blinking at her. “I just feel normal. A little more tired than usual, though.”

She nods. “You just woke up. That’s normal.”

“What happened?” you ask her, and Chaewon shrugs. 

“You tell me. Jungwon says that you were with him, and then you suddenly passed out in the park. He called an ambulance to get you here. He’s still outside waiting for you. He said he called into work and said there was an emergency,” she replies, smiling. “He’s very sweet, (Name). And he seems to like you a lot.” 

“I ruined it. I ruined it all,”  you tell Chaewon. “He is… all things perfect, and he likes me. But I am scared, and dying.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I keep not listening to you. You told me that I shouldn’t let this illness get in the way of the things I want — but the fear. It consumes me. I don’t want to leave more and more people behind, I don’t want more people to be hurt because I’m losing my life. I just feel like a burden.” you say, voice shaky as you stare at the white ceiling of your hospital room. 

“When I’m gone, I won’t have to suffer any more pain at the hands of this illness. But that means people will be suffering from the loss of me.” 

Chaewon sighs. “I can’t just tell you that I understand how you feel, because I really don’t. All I can tell you, from an outside perspective, is that… no matter how long or short it is, life is worth living. I know it’s easier said than done, but… you can’t let that fear control what little of your life you have left.” 

“You like Jungwon, don’t you? And don’t you tell me of course you’ll like him, since he’s a friend. I mean you like like him.” 

You sigh, staring up at the white ceilings of your hospital room. “There’s just this feeling. This feeling seems to push him and I together. My heart skips a beat when he’s around, and gosh, if I wasn’t so scared of what’s to come, I wouldn’t have ruined everything.” 

“Ruined what?” 

“He tried to kiss me that night we had dinner with Ricky and Wonyoung. We… both leaned in, but at the last second, I pulled away. All these terrible thoughts were running rampant in my mind, and I just… couldn’t. I couldn’t allow myself to let go of those fears. And he told me he liked me today. Just before I collapsed… I told him I couldn’t be with him because I’d only hurt him and make him feel burdened. He told me that we could share that burden, that we could hurt together. But I could never do that to someone as kind as him. He can’t suffer simply because I am. None of you should have to suffer because I am.” 

Chaewon will never understand what it feels like to be you. She’ll never understand what it’s like to know that you’re dying. She’ll never fully understand those fears you have, and at times she may find them irrational.

But what she does understand, is that Yang Jungwon has somehow made his way into your heart. Your heart has been locked for many years now, and you’re not so easy to give someone the key.

However, with Jungwon, you handed him the key like it was the most natural thing to do.

“Jungwon seems like a very sweet guy,” Chaewon tells you. “He cares about you a lot. And I think you care a lot about him too. You don’t want to hurt him, but you’re also pushing him away. Isn’t that going to make him hurt more?”

“This won’t hurt as bad as when I die.” 

“And do you want to die without knowing what it’s like to fall in love? Knowing that you had the right person standing in front of you all those years ago, but you had turned around and left because you were scared? Wouldn’t you rather feel nothing but joy, bliss, and love before you go? And… even though you might not get a forever with Jungwon, I’m sure he’ll treasure those 5 years he has with you more than anything.” 

“He told me he wanted to spend every cherry blossom season with me.” you murmur.

“Then spend every cherry blossom season you can with him.” she tells you, the volume of her voice matching yours.

“I don’t know how I ended up… liking him this much. Maybe because everything feels peaceful, everything feels just fine — sometimes I forget that I’m dying when I’m with him.” you breathe out shakily. 

“Well, I think you know what you need to do, (Name).” Chaewon tells you softly.

“Would you call him in here for me?” you ask her, and she nods. She gives your hand a tight squeeze before she gets out of her chair, leaving your room to go get Jungwon.

You stare at the ceiling blankly once again, wondering what you’re going to say to him. “Are you okay, (Name)?” he asks you once he enters the room, sitting down on the chair next to your bed, and it snaps you out of your thoughts.

You smile at him. “Yes. I am okay.” 

He sighs out of relief. “That’s good. That’s good — and I thought about… the conversation. I get it. It’s okay.” 

“No. It’s not okay,” you tell him, and Jungwon looks at you, confused. “I should help you understand. I’m sick. I didn’t want you to know, because everyone around me has been taking care of me, and I have constantly felt like a burden — I did not want you to have to suffer through all of my problems, if we ever started dating.” 

“But you will get better, won’t you?” 

You press your lips into a thin line. You want to make the best out of these five years. You do not want Jungwon to know that there is no cure. So, you lie. “I will be alright.” 

“And I’m sorry, Jungwon.” 

“Sorry for…?” 

“I really didn’t want to do this in a hospital room, of all places, but I shouldn’t have pulled away that night. I’m sorry for making you feel confused about my feelings,” you tell him. “I wanted it to happen, and I messed things up today because I was scared. I don’t want you to think that I don’t like you, because I do. I don’t know how relationships work, I don’t know how this will go, but I know that… I would like to spend every cherry blossom season with you too.”

“Are you sure?” Jungwon asks, as if he’s in disbelief.

“Yes. I am sure.” 

Jungwon gives you the widest smile you’ve ever seen from him, a pink flush blooming across his cheeks. “I really like you, (Name).” 

He’s been quietly holding onto his love for you for years. Sure, he’s gone on a couple dates with other people — but even with no contact, his mind drifts off to you. He knows that the effect you have on him is absurd, but he just can’t help it. 

He takes your hand, lacing your fingers with his. Even though you are in a hospital bed, everything seems right — with Jungwon, everything always seems right.

So this is the feeling that Chaewon has gushed over. Love. 

And now that you finally feel it — love — you’re floating on cloud nine. Yang Jungwon likes you. You like Yang Jungwon. Those fears you once had have now dissipated. 

“I would kiss you, but I’d rather not have our first kiss to be in a hospital.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“It’s okay,” you say, smiling. “I can wait.” 

Jungwon now realises that he has loved you silently for too long.

Now he gets to love you out loud. 

NINE.

You return home a couple days later.

Jungwon visits you every day when you’re in the hospital. “Rest up, and then we can spend time together. We can go wherever you’d like,” he says, his hand in yours.

“Your condition improves more when Jungwon’s here.” Soobin tells you. “Really?” you ask him, and your sister’s fiancée shakes his head. 

“I meant your mood. Not the whole… you know. But I’m working on a cure, don’t forget that.” he says, ruffling your hair. 

“Condition is not the same as attitude, Soob. Plus, with the whole cure thing… you always say that.” 

“Don’t give up hope, (Name). Your brother-in-law is going to save your life.” he says, smiling at you. You chuckle at his use of the word “brother-in-law”. He hasn’t even married Chaewon yet.

You decide to listen to Soobin’s words — to not give up hope. For the first time, you want to believe that Soobin can create the cure. You want to live, because 5 years are truly not enough. 

Those chances are slim. But you ignore that for now. Chaewon tells you to live in the moment, so you do. 

You spend the first day out of hospital in Jungwon’s apartment.

“I’m so tired!” Jungwon says, flopping into his bed. You laugh at his antics, and he rolls over, holding his arms out to get you to lie down on the bed with him. 

You do, and Jungwon wraps you in his arms, kissing you on the cheek. “You have yet to give me the kiss you told me you’d give me when I was in hospital,” you remind him, and Jungwon smiles.

“I just kissed you on the cheek. That counts, doesn’t it?” he says, teasing you. You frown, and Jungwon smiles at your cute expression. “I’m kidding.” 

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. He kisses you tenderly, one hand cupping your cheek and one hand resting on your waist. The kiss is slow, with the both of you wanting to treasure this moment for as long as you can, and when you finally pull away, you see Jungwon smiling brightly at you, with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“One more.” he says, leaning back in to kiss you again.

He repeats this process ten more times. He pulls away, tells you he wants one more, kisses you again, and then the cycle repeats. 

“You are one funny guy.” you tell him. 

“Is it funny to want to kiss my girlfriend?” he asks you, his face inches away from yours. You can’t stop the goofy smile from spreading across your lips, and Jungwon finds such amusement in your reaction. 

“No,” you reply. This time, you’re the one to lean in first, stealing a kiss from him. He gasps when you pull away, looking at you with wide eyes. “And you called me the funny guy!” he says. 

“Well, I like you a lot.” you say. 

Maeumi’s bark disturbs the moment that you two have been sharing. “I think he’s telling us to get a room.” you whisper to him, giggling.

“Maeumi, I am in my room!” Jungwon gets up from the bed to ruffle Maeumi’s fur. Maeumi wanders back outside to the living room, and Jungwon returns to the bed. “Let’s watch a movie,” he says, turning on the television in his room. 

You make yourself comfortable, sitting in between Jungwon’s legs, resting your head against his chest. You feel his heart beating, perfectly in sync with yours.

Thump, thump, thump. You’ve never felt more alive. 

Jungwon notices the small smile on your lips. “What’s got you so happy?” he asks, and you shake your head. “Nothing. Just you.” 

“Just me?” Jungwon says, and you nod. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, I’m glad that I can make you happy.”

For someone who is dying, joy is not an emotion that comes easily. The pills you take each morning, the constant doctor’s appointments and the pity you see on people’s faces whenever you walk into a room are just some of the things that remind you of your fate. Joy is hard to experience with the constant reminder of death looming just around the corner.

But when you’re with Jungwon, joy comes easily. 

You’ve never smiled more after Jungwon officially asked you to be his girlfriend. He asked you the day before you were going to be discharged, showing up to the hospital with a bouquet of pink flowers. “I know they’re not cherry blossoms,” he tells you. “But I hope you still like them.” 

You keep these pink flowers in a vase that you’ve placed near your desk. You tell yourself to buy the exact same flowers to replace these ones when they eventually wilt.

“I wouldn’t have asked you to be my girlfriend in a hospital room, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” he had said, his hand holding yours. 

The pain you feel across your chest hurts a little less when he’s holding your hand. His smile allows you to forget about the fact that you’re dying, just for a while. 

You take a deep breath. This is what it’s like to be alive. 

Now that you’ve got a taste of it, after restricting yourself from being able to experience the joy and wonder of what life truly is — you find that you want more life. You want more time. 

You want more cherry blossom seasons with Yang Jungwon. 

5 seems too little. 

Jungwon senses that you’re feeling a little tense, and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. “You okay?” he asks you, and you tilt your head to look at him. 

“Yeah. I’m okay.” you tell him, squeezing his hand to reassure him. 

“If you want to talk about anything, just tell me. Like I said that day in the park — we can share any burdens you might have together. I’m always here for you.” he tells you softly, and your heart warms at his words.

“Thank you, Won.” you tell him, and you press your lips to his in a soft kiss. “I’m so lucky to have found you.” 

“I could say the same about you.” 

TEN.

Chaewon’s wedding is today. 

It’s been 2 months since you and Jungwon started seeing one another. Every day you spend with him, you feel like you’re falling more and more in love. 

You decide to take Jungwon as your plus-one to the wedding. Chaewon is nothing but overjoyed, and she tells you that your parents can properly meet him for the first time (since the first time your parents saw him was at the hospital, after you had fainted at the park.) 

“Do I look okay?” you ask Jungwon, who’s patiently waiting for you in a black suit and tie. 

Jungwon’s breath hitches in his throat. You look absolutely mesmerising, and Jungwon can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re absolutely breathtaking — he can’t even say a word, his mouth agape as you chuckle at your reaction.

“Won? Hello?” 

“Sorry,” he says, snapping out of his daze. “You look… incredible. You are gorgeous, (Name).” 

You smile at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “We better get going, we don’t want to be late.” 

The drive to the wedding venue is filled with laughter, and blasting your favourite songs from the speakers of Jungwon’s car. You tell him about some of the things you’ve written, and he asks if you’ve written anything about him.

You tell him it’s a secret, even though the answer is yes.

You’re writing a book, detailing the last 10 years of your life. You decide not to tell Jungwon the topic of the book, because you wouldn’t want him to find out like this. You don’t want him to find out at all, actually.

But despite the grim topics that you know your book will touch on, every part that mentions Jungwon will be filled with nothing but words of love, joy, and adoration. 

When you and Jungwon arrive at the venue, the first thing you notice is how the exterior is decorated beautifully. Chaewon did show you how she wanted everything to be decorated, but now that you see it all in front of you, it looks magical.

“(Name)!” you hear Wonyoung call out to you, and standing beside her is Ricky. Their relationship, just like yours and Jungwon’s, is going well. Wonyoung had told you that she and Ricky had just flown out to Paris for a romantic getaway. 

“Wonyo!” you say, walking up to her and giving her a hug. “You look gorgeous, as always.” 

Wonyoung blushes at your compliment, thanking you. “You look amazing as well! Jungwon, you’re a lucky guy.” she says, smiling at him, and Jungwon nods.

“That I am,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

“You guys are so cute. You know, I’ve been watching this guy pine for you since 7th grade, you know that?” Ricky points towards Jungwon, whose cheeks are now turning red. “He’s liked you for a very, very, very, long time.” 

“I could say the same about you for Wonyoung,” Jungwon replies, and now Ricky’s the one left with red cheeks, as Wonyoung laughs. 

“Where’s Minji and Hajoon?” you ask your friend, and she shrugs. “I think they’re coming soon. We should probably head into the venue and find our seats,” Wonyoung replies, and you nod. “You guys are sitting in the front, because you’re family, right?”

You nod, walking inside the venue. The inside is just as gorgeous as the outside — white chairs are lined up in rows, with a small bouquet of flowers tied to the ends of the chairs on each row. There’s a giant crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling, and you can’t help but look around in awe. 

“Am I in the front with you?” Jungwon asks, and you nod. “Of course,” you say, squeezing his hand. You two make your way to the front row, and your parents are already seated. “Oh, (Name)! And you must be Jungwon. We met at the… hospital, didn’t we?” your mother asks, and Jungwon nods, bowing to her.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to see you again.” he says, and your parents smile at him. “It’s nice to see you again under… better circumstances, Jungwon.” your father says, referring to the incident in the hospital. 

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad to be here, the wedding looks beautiful.” he says, admiring the decorations. “Our Chaewon did so much planning for the big day,” your mother replies, smiling. “I’m so happy everything came out the way she and Soobin wanted it to.” 

“You know Chae. Ever the perfectionist. Soobin as well,” you joke, and your parents chuckle. “It’s their wedding day. Of course they want things to be perfect.” your mother replies. 

Suddenly, you hear the loud voice of your aunt. “Hello, hello! And who’s this?” she asks you, pointing at Jungwon. 

“This is Jungwon. He’s my boyfriend, auntie.” you tell her, as she sits down next to your mother. “You? Boyfriend?” she asks, looking very surprised.

Something about her reaction makes you feel very uncomfortable, and Jungwon can sense that. He gives your hand a small squeeze to reassure you. “Uh, yes. Nice to meet you.” he says to your aunt, who looks him up and down.

“How do you know (Name)?” 

“High school, ma’am. We were in the same class. We reconnected after accidentally bumping into each other at the park though, and then there was this high school reunion.” he explains, and your aunt nods along to his words — she is not hiding her disinterest at all.

“Well.” is all that she says, and you sigh. 

The music starts playing, and you know the wedding is about to start. 

When you watch your sister walk down the aisle, you can’t help but have a few tears in your eyes. Jungwon silently gives you a pack of tissues that he’s purposely put in his pocket — he knows that weddings are typically an emotional affair. 

“I’m so happy for her.” you say, and Jungwon nods. “They make a very nice couple.” he says to you.

By the time Chaewon’s about to say your vows, you’ve already used up Jungwon’s entire pack of tissues. Mainly because your parents are both crying hysterically.

“Soobin, when I saw you for the first time, something seemed to just… click. It was as if I knew you were going to hold an important place in my life, and I was right. Here I am, standing in front of you, about to marry you, the love of my life. Before I knew you, I had all these… thoughts about how love would be just like the movies, picture-perfect and like a fairytale. Our love isn’t perfect — you are always busy, and I always am busy. But we make things work. And with you, I’ve learned that love doesn’t exactly have to be perfect. Love just needs to be with the right person. And you, Choi Soobin, are the right person for me.” 

You’ve never seen Soobin emotional. He’s crying, and it is a strange sight to witness. But you know those are tears of happiness, tears of joy. 

The room erupts into cheers when they kiss, and you can’t stop smiling from ear to ear.

Jungwon finds himself looking at you, as Chaewon and Soobin walk down the aisle together. 

Maybe that could be you and him someday. Not anytime soon, of course, considering that you two had only been dating for 2 months.

But Jungwon dreams for a forever with you. He sees a forever with you. He wants a forever with you.

He just doesn’t know that he can’t.

TEN. 

During the after party, you go into the bathroom to hide while you take your medicine. 

You don’t wish for it to be a whole scene, and you certainly don’t want people asking you about why you need medication. Or much worse, people who know about your illness bringing up the fact that you’re dying right in front of Jungwon.

He must not know. He cannot know.

You take a small bottled water into the bathroom stall with you, and as you open your small pill box, taking out the medicine, you hear 2 voices.

One that belongs to your aunt, and one who’s presumably her friend, based on the way they’re giggling.

“Oh, what a wonderful wedding. Eunsoo must be so happy about how everything went.” your aunt’s friend says. “Chaewon and Soobin are such a perfect match.” 

“Absolutely,” your aunt replies. “Ah, do you know (Name) brought her boyfriend to the wedding?” 

“(Name)? I heard she only had 2 to 3 years left, right? Because of that dreadful illness. Poor Eunsoo, losing a daughter so young. And poor Chaewon too, losing your sister so quickly after getting married.” your aunt’s friend sighs. 

You don’t want to hear this conversation. You didn’t bring headphones, nothing to drown their voices out. But you simply cannot leave the bathroom stall now, not while they’re out there. 

So you have to listen. 

“Yes, she’s got a maximum of 5 years left. She looks much happier today, I must say. But I pity the boyfriend. Seems like a very sweet young man,” your aunt says, and you feel absolutely terrible. “He doesn’t seem to know about the illness, which is for the better. I only pray that he won’t be too hurt when she eventually goes.” 

“Poor (Name) won’t even be able to get married. 5 years is not enough time.” 

“Don’t you think (Name) is wasting the poor boy’s time? She seeks happiness before she goes, but… what’s his name again? Jungwon, he’ll be terribly devastated. If I was in her position, I wouldn’t risk it.”

Your aunt’s words make you feel like throwing up. 

You have thought all these things before. But now hearing that other people have thought about it too makes everything feel much worse. Maybe you are wasting Jungwon’s time — maybe he should find someone better, someone who isn’t dying, someone who could give him a forever.

“We better get back,” your aunt says. “I heard the cake is delicious.” 

When you hear the door close behind them, you let out a sigh. You hastily take your pill, swallowing it down. You leave the bathroom stall, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Deep breaths, (Name). Jungwon’s voice rings in your head.

Don’t think about anything you just heard. Don’t mention what you just heard to anyone. Act like everything is just perfectly fine.

You plaster on a smile before exiting the bathroom, and you make your way over to Jungwon. You fiddle with your fingers nervously, and Jungwon grabs ahold of one of your hands. “Is something wrong?” 

He’s so attentive. It’s so incredibly sweet, but also makes it incredibly hard to hide anything from him. You’re lucky he doesn’t pry when you tell him you’re fine — he trusts you. If you’re not ready to tell him, he doesn’t push it. 

“I’m okay, Won, I was just redoing my makeup. From crying.” you lie. You can’t show him that you were shaken up due to what you had overheard from the bathroom – especially words that had come out of a family member’s mouth. 

Thanks to your aunt, many of the fears that you had before come back. They haunt you like demons that attach themselves to you like leeches on your shoulder, their dark, gloomy voices whispering into your ear. You are wasting his time, they tell you. You are hurting him. You might bring him joy now, but you will bring him endless sadness.

“Yes, you did cry quite a bit,” Jungwon’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He rests his hand on your shoulder, and all those demons suddenly disappear. “You’re lucky that I brought those tissues.” 

“My parents basically used all of them – they were hysterical. Plus, I’m surprised Chaewon didn’t burst into tears the second she saw Soobin.” 

Chaewon appears the second you say her name. “I was holding in my tears, thank you very much.” she says, and you greet her with a hug. “You’re married, Chae!” 

“I’m married!” she squeals, showing off her ring. “My heart is just… so full. I feel like it could explode right now.” The pure joy on Chaewon’s face is very clearly visible, and seeing your sister so happy with Soobin brings a smile to your face. 

“Jungwon, I hope you don’t mind that I steal your girlfriend away from you for just a little bit,” Chaewon says, and you roll your eyes playfully at her. “I’ve got to talk to her.” 

“I’m your sister,” you remind her as she drags you away from your boyfriend. “Sorry,” you mouth to Jungwon, who chuckles, telling you to come back soon. When you leave his side, you see your parents go up to him, and Jungwon greets them politely. 

“So… you brought him to the wedding. Things must be getting serious.” Chaewon says, taking a sip of her champagne. You look back at Jungwon talking to your parents, and he’s laughing at something that your mother had said. “Yes. I suppose so,” you hum. “It’s been 2 months since we started dating.” 

“Yet it feels like it’s been two years. In the span of 2 months, you and Jungwon have done more couple-like things than Soobin and I have in our 7 years of being together.” she says matter-of-factly, gazing at her now-husband, who’s talking to Taehyun. Judging by how pink Soobin’s ears are, Taehyun’s definitely teasing him about crying at the altar. 

“That’s not true,” you refute. “You and Soobin are so couple-y. It’s just that you two are always busy. Soobin’s a doctor, you’re always working on your design projects at home. Whenever you two are free, you’re the most PDA-packed couple I know.” 

Chaewon rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as you stifle a laugh. “You know like 2 couples.” 

“Wrong, I know 3. Ricky and Wonyoung, over there.” you say, pointing the new couple out to Chaewon, who’s eyes widen. “Oh, right! They just went on a romantic trip to Paris too. When will you and Jungwon do that?” she asks you, lightly nudging you with her elbow.

“I don’t know,” you hum, gazing at Jungwon with a soft smile on your lips. “Maybe someday. Someday soon, before I have to end it. But I’m content with where we are right now. It’s just him and I… and everything is… good. Life is good, he is good, I am good.” 

Chaewon recognises that look in your eye. Love.

She remembers you asking her what falling in love feels like. Chaewon had told you that it felt like feeling so much joy to the point where you felt like your heart would explode. She guesses that you understand what that feeling is now. 

“You’re in love.” she muses, a smile spreading across her lips. 

You look at Jungwon, and he looks at you. Your heart thumps in your chest as he flashes you that dazzling smile that you’re greeted by every morning. Thump, thump, thump. Your heartbeat matches the rhythm of his. 

“I suppose I am.” 

ELEVEN.

There are some days when you feel weaker than usual. 

Today is one of those days. You wake up next to Jungwon, and you just feel fragile, as if your bones could shatter if you were just nudged gently. You just feel tired.

“Morning, my love.” he says, when you turn over to face him. You smile at the petname, and Jungwon gives you a quick kiss. “I’ll go get your medicine.” he tells you, getting out of bed.

You feel like the luckiest person alive to have someone like Yang Jungwon in your life. He returns with a glass of water and your medication, handing the pill to you as you sit yourself up on the bed, back against the headboard. You take the pill from him gratefully, washing it down with the glass of water he had given you.

“Do you have to go to work today?” you ask him, tugging on the edge of his shirt, motioning for him to climb back into bed with you. He does, pulling the blanket over his body and wrapping his arms around you. “Yes, unfortunately so.” he replies, and you frown. 

“Don’t be sad. I’ll meet you for lunch, you can write your book here, spend the day with Maeumi if you’d like.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You smile at his gesture, and Jungwon swears that with every smile you flash him — he falls more and more in love with you. 

“I’ll probably stay at home. Not feeling very… me today, if that makes sense.” you tell him, and it’s now Jungwon’s turn to frown. “Did something happen?” he asks you, and you shake your head. 

“No,” you reply. “Just tired and… I don’t know.” 

“What do you not know?” he asks you, and you think perhaps you should open up to him just a little. You’ve been hiding fears from him for all this time because you don’t want him to find out your illness is incurable — but you know that Jungwon can tell when something’s wrong with you. You don’t want to leave him in the dark more than you already have been, considering you’re not telling him that you’re dying.

“I feel weak. This sickness is… tiring and draining. Everyone around me seems to feel the need to take care of me and I know you keep telling me that I shouldn’t think of myself this way but… I just feel like I’m burdening everyone.” you confess. Jungwon hugs you a little tighter after you tell him. 

“You are ill, (Name). People who care about you will try to do their best to make you feel as comfortable as you can be. Don’t think that they’re doing it out of obligation — they do it out of love. I do it out of love,” Jungwon says, and his words bring tears to your eyes. Jungwon notices, and he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I love you, and I am here for whatever you need. You will never be a burden to me. I’ve told you this many times, and I will tell you it again and again.” 

You just realised that this is the first time Jungwon’s ever told you he loves you. You can’t help but suddenly smile, even though there are tears rolling down your cheeks. “What’s with the sudden smile, my love?” Jungwon asks — but he’s not complaining. He loves to see your smile, its brightness could rival the sun’s. 

“You just told me that you loved me for the first time.” you say, and Jungwon nods.

“I did,” Jungwon replies. “I love you.” 

You press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, and you can’t stop the goofy, lovesick grin that appears on your face when you pull away. “I love you too, Jungwon.” 

“Everything will be just fine, my love. We’ll go see the cherry blossoms every year. You do say you like them a lot. Plus, you compare yourself to them quite often.” he reassures you. 

Every year, as in only 5 more years. But Jungwon doesn’t know that. 

“I compare myself to them because just like them, I am fragile.” you say, and Jungwon shakes his head. “No. That is one quality of the cherry blossom that you do not possess. I compare you to them, because just like the flowers, you are beautiful. More beautiful than the flowers, in fact.” 

Your cheeks feel hot at Jungwon’s words, burying your face in his neck out of shyness. Your boyfriend chuckles, patting your back. “You will get better in no time, (Name). I know it.” 

Your heart aches knowing that you don’t think you’ll be able to get better before a cure is properly made for your illness. You want more days, more months, more years.

You found your reason to live, but now your life is slipping away.

You smile at him. You hope he doesn’t know it’s a sad smile. “Yes. You’re right,” you try to hide the shakiness of your voice, praying that he doesn’t ask if anything’s wrong — you know how attentive he is, especially towards you.  “I will get better.” 

She’s wasting his time. Your aunt’s voice rings in your head, and you find that she has replaced the demons that constantly haunt you. 

But when Jungwon presses his lips to yours once again, that voice disappears. All is well. The silence isn’t strange, or weird at all. Jungwon runs his hand up and down your back, and his touch is comforting. 

“You better get dressed before you’re late to work.” you whisper against his lips. “Maybe I’ll call in sick today.” he replies, a cheeky smile on his lips. He kisses you again, before crawling out of bed. You sit back up, a smile on your lips as you watch Jungwon disappear into the bathroom.

On the days where you feel weak, there are times where Jungwon is able to make you feel as if you are invincible. As if you’re able to take on whatever life throws at you, despite your illness draining the life out of you day by day. 

You remain in bed while Jungwon gets ready to go to work, your laptop perched on your lap as you type your book up. “I have to go now. I will see you at lunch, my love.” he bids you goodbye with another sweet kiss. 

“See you,” you call out. “I love you.” 

Jungwon looks back at you. “I love you too.”

TWELVE.

You have a doctor’s appointment today.

Jungwon insists on coming with you, but you tell him that you’ll be fine. Chaewon is going with you, and so are your parents. Plus, it’s only a check up anyways. And, Jungwon is getting pretty busy with a new case of his — you don’t want him to have any distractions. 

You head into the hospital, the place that you could somewhat consider a second home. There was a period of time where you spent months here, surrounded by white walls, white curtains and the constant beeping of the machines that used to terrify you when you were younger.

Now, these beeping noises are no longer terrifying — they are familiar, they are normal. These white walls and white curtains are things that you have grown accustomed to. 

You sit on the hospital bed, Chaewon sitting by your side as she sketches out new designs in her sketchbook. “That’s a nice dress,” you say, taking a peek of what she’s drawing, and she looks up at you. “I’d buy it.” 

Chaewon holds up the book to show you it so you can see the design a bit more clearly. “Really? I feel like it looks a little bland,” she frowns. It’s a short black dress with unique sleeves — simple, but classy. “You have the sleeves. It’s not bland.” 

“Hmm. I’ll take your word for it,” she says gladly, and you nod. You revert your focus back onto your book — you can’t seem to find the right words to describe the boring, empty 5 years before you met Jungwon. It was a meaningless 5 years, which is why you don’t feel like there’s much to say. 

“Do you think Soobin has made any progress about the cure for my condition?” you suddenly ask Chaewon, who places her pencil down on her lap. “I’m not so sure, (Name). Are you curious?” 

Chaewon notices how there seems to be a slight glimmer of hope in your eyes. “Yes,” you reply. Your sister has never seen you so interested or so full of hope when it comes to curing your illness — she thought you had given up. Or at least that’s what you had always said to her. “I am… holding out hope, just as you are.”

“Why the sudden change in perspective? Not that I’m complaining.” Chaewon asks, and you shrug. 

“I want to live.”

If this cure works, you don’t just get 5 cherry blossom seasons with Jungwon. You get much, much more. And you get more time with your sister, and you two could maybe finally tick off those boxes on your shared bucket list. You could finally see your book be published, and fulfil your childhood dream of becoming an author.

Your sister knows why you are hopeful. You want more time to be with Jungwon. Ever since you met him again, she’s noticed how you don’t find life to be dull, meaningless, and boring — you now allow yourself to enjoy it. You allow yourself to find joy in the littlest of things, in the silliest of things. 

You have asked her to go out with you more, often bringing up the bucket list that you two made. “Let’s complete the ones we can complete!” you tell her, and Chaewon had never been so overjoyed to hear such words come out of your mouth. 

You finally seem to understand how vibrant, how beautiful and how worthwhile life can be. You are making the most out of the 5 years that you have left — and despite how Chaewon does find the change in your perspective about life a little sudden, she’s not complaining. Your fears seem to have disappeared entirely, and you haven’t been talking about your impending doom for a while now. 

Because over the past few months, you realise that your life is something that you don’t want to end so quickly. You’ve been insanely lucky to know people like Jungwon, Chaewon, Minji and Wonyoung in your life — you suppose people who get too lucky in one aspect of life will sometimes be extremely unlucky in another.

Your longtime doctor, Doctor Lee, walks into the room, holding a clipboard. Soobin follows her into the room, and he greets Chaewon with a wide smile. 

“Well, nothing about your condition has changed since the last time you came, (Name). Have you been feeling alright?” Doctor Lee asks you.

“Yes, I’ve been feeling fine. My medication is helping, I think.” you say, smiling brightly at your doctor.

Doctor Lee has never seen you this happy — well, to be fair, it is a hospital. Most people are not exactly overjoyed to be here, but the usual frown plastered on your lips is replaced with a bright smile.

“You seem hopeful.” Doctor Lee knows that you had accepted that you were going to pass soon. You didn’t seem interested in prolonging your life at all, didn’t seem interested in seeing if there was some sort of cure out there — he had thought you had given up hope entirely. 

Chaewon looks at the doctor. “She is.” 

“That is good,” Doctor Lee says. You don’t notice the subtle look that Soobin gives Chaewon to tell her to follow him outside. “Stay hopeful.”

Chaewon tells you that she’ll speak to Soobin outside for a quick moment, and you nod, returning your focus to your laptop, typing on the keyboard.

I was 22 when I first felt hope that I would be able to live longer than the 10 years that I was given. I had totally given up, really, when I first got my diagnosis. All hope was crushed when I heard the news, and somehow, 5 years later — I had found that hope again.

You don’t know that outside your hospital room, Soobin and Doctor Lee have to crush that hope that you had just found. 

“It didn’t work?” Chaewon asks in disbelief. Soobin had worked days, and nights in order to develop this trial medicine — only for everyone to find out that it hadn’t worked. “I’m sorry, Chae.” 

“Keep trying.” 

Doctor Lee sighs. “Chaewon, we—“

“You promised.” she says, cutting Doctor Lee off. Your sister looks at the two of them with teary eyes, and Soobin reaches a hand out to comfort her. “You promised that you would do whatever it took to cure my sister. (Name) finally believes that you two could do something — that there would be a cure, and you’re telling me that you want to give up?” 

“We don’t want to give up. We just have to find… another way. And that other way might take a lot of time… time that (Name) does not have.” Doctor Lee says, and Chaewon clenches her fists in frustration. 

“I have… so much that I have yet to do with (Name). We haven’t even gone travelling together. No concerts, no fun moments after her diagnosis. I have spent hundreds and thousands of days in these rooms, surrounded by white walls, white curtains, worrying that she could die any minute, and waiting for answers on whether someone will be able to help her live. I have always held out hope, and I am not going to lose that hope now. Not when she has just found that hope too. 5 years is enough time. Say it will be enough.” 

Soobin sighs, looking at Doctor Lee hesitantly. “I cannot guarantee anything, Chaewon. I am sorry.” Doctor Lee replies, looking down at her shoes.

Chaewon looks at Soobin, tears brimming in her eyes. It pains Soobin to see her like this. His heart aches, it burns — he really wished that the medicine had worked. “Say it. Soobin, please.” 

“I… it will be enough.” 

THIRTEEN. 

It has been nearly a year since you met Jungwon again in the park.

Time flies much faster than you’d like for it to, and it reminds you that the end for you is approaching. Your days seemed to take forever to pass by when you were spending your days at home, cooped up inside — but now when you’re with Jungwon, your days seem to pass by so much quicker. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Jungwon says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He hands you a bouquet of pink flowers, which you gladly accept. There’s a wide smile on your lips as you look at the flowers, 

“I would’ve gotten you cherry blossoms, but — it’s hard to put them in bouquets.” Jungwon tells you, and you shake your head. “No, it’s alright. I love them.”

“I also have another gift for you. Well, I have many gifts, but this one’s a fun one,” he hands you a pink box, with your name written on it in cursive. “Open it.” 

Inside the box is a white wig. Two white wigs, in fact.

You’re very confused as to why Jungwon would give you two white wigs for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t Halloween — but you still wouldn’t really understand being gifted white wigs on Halloween anyways. You look at him with a perplexed expression as Jungwon tries to stifle a loud laugh. 

“What’s this?” you ask, picking up one of the wigs. “Why'd you give me 2 white wigs?” 

“Well, it’s a long story. I came up with it after Ricky told me something the other day,” Jungwon says, sitting down on the couch, patting the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit down beside him. “Ricky told me about this Chinese idiom the other day.”

Jungwon copy pastes the characters from Ricky’s text message into the Google search bar. You look at Jungwon, confused as to what this idiom means. 

“It means to grow old together, healthily and happily, until our hair’s all white.” Jungwon fiddles with the wig, and you didn’t know a gesture so silly could hold so much… meaning. “Me giving this to you means that I want to grow old with you, until our hair’s all white. Hence the white wigs.” 

You feel like crying. 

Jungwon sees the tears fall from your eye, and he looks at you in alarm. “(Name), why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know,” you say, as you let Jungwon wipe your tears away with the pad of his thumbs. “The whole… growing old with you thing. The white wigs are so… stupid, so funny — but the meaning behind it is so sweet. You’re too sweet.” 

But you do know why you’re crying, you just cannot tell him. You won’t be able to grow old with him, healthily and happily. You are but just a small chapter in Jungwon’s life, perhaps a very important one, but a small one nevertheless.

5 years is very short when you consider how long the average human lifespan is — you and Jungwon only have 5 years. 

5 years to live, 5 years to love. 

You won’t be able to see Jungwon’s hair go as white as these wigs. Jungwon won't be able to see your hair in that state too, because by the time that rolls around — you’d have been gone for years and years. He might’ve even forgotten about you. 

“They do look quite funny, don’t they?” Jungwon takes the other wig out of the box, putting it on his head. You laugh at how he looks with the white wig on — he’s put it on terribly, his natural dark brown hair peeking out from the bottom. “This is what I’m going to look like when I’m old. This is a preview.”

You smile. “We need to draw some wrinkles onto your face.” 

“I’m gonna put the other one on for you.”Jungwon says, taking the wig out of your hands, and placing it on your head. He’s put the wig on just as badly, and he giggles at how you look with the white wig on. 

“What, do I look bad?” 

“No, (Name). You are very pretty. Too pretty, in fact. Even with my horrible wig application skills, you are still gorgeous,” he says, hand caressing your cheek. Your heart melts at his words, and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips. “You’ll always be gorgeous to me.” 

“Even when I’m old and wrinkly?” you ask him, even though you know he’ll never see you when you’re old and wrinkly. Your life ends in 5 years, not in 50 years, or more. 

“Even when you’re old and wrinkly.” he affirms. “Like I said… I want to grow old with you. We can be old and wrinkly together.” 

As much as you want to be old and wrinkly with Jungwon, you feel as if it might be impossible. The last time you went to the hospital, you saw Chaewon returning into your room with teary eyes after a conversation with Soobin and Doctor Lee.

That is never a good sign. 

You want to hope that you’ll get more time. But realistically… you feel as if your time is running out faster than ever before. 

Jungwon will continue with his life. He will get to 30, 40, 50, 60, and so on. You, however — will only make it to 27.

Fate is cruel. You know that better than anyone. Fate tears your opportunity of finding your very own happily ever after, with Jungwon. Fate tears away the opportunity for you and Chaewon to check off every little box on that bucket list. Fate tears away the chance for you to grow old and wrinkly with Jungwon, white hair and all.

So you suppose seeing him with this white wig on will suffice. The wig is terribly applied, and when you first saw him with it on, you couldn’t resist laughing. But the more you look at him with the wig on, you can’t help but realise that this is your closest chance of seeing Jungwon old, wrinkly and white-haired.

Jungwon doesn’t know it, but this is also his closest chance of seeing you old, wrinkly and white-haired. 

“You want to grow old with me?” you murmur.

“Of course I do. I love you,” Jungwon looks at you with the softest look in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at him. 

You want to grow old with him too. It’s a shame that you don’t think you’ll be able to. 

“Do you want to grow old with me?” 

“Yeah. Of course I do,” you reply, and Jungwon lets out a relieved sigh. “What, did you think I was going to respond differently?” 

“No — I was just… I don’t know. Maybe it was too soon to tell you that I want to spend forever with you.” Jungwon rests his head on your shoulder, and you fiddle with the hairs of the white wig on his head.

“It’s not too soon. I want to spend forever with you too, Won.” 

If your forever with Jungwon has to be 5 years, you decide that you’ll make it the best 5 years. 

FOURTEEN.

The first cherry blossom season you spend with Jungwon as a couple rolls around.

The flowers are in full bloom, and as you and Jungwon walk around the park, hand in hand, the boy next to you can’t help but notice how your eyes widen in awe at the sight above. 

Sure, you see these magnificent flowers each year, but every year, the sight of them gets more and more spectacular. It is as if the cherry blossoms are putting on a show for you — perhaps during the last cherry blossom season you’ll see in your lifetime, they will look even more splendid, even more grand and magnificent than they were in the previous years.

“Do you want a picture with the flowers?” Jungwon asks you, and you nod, handing him your camera. He tells you to stand in front of one of the trees as you smile brightly at the camera. The sight of your smile makes Jungwon’s heart race. 

“You look pretty,” he hums, when you run back over to him to look at the photo. Your cheeks feel hot at his compliments, and Jungwon looks at your flustered face with a small smile. “What? It’s true.” 

You tell Jungwon that you’ll take a photo of him, and he flashes a peace sign at the camera. You snap the photo, and right after, Jungwon bends down to pick up a cherry blossom flower that’s fallen to the pavement, still perfectly intact. 

He walks up to you, tucking the delicate flower behind your ear. Just like he did during the second time you had met him at this park. Warmth blooms across your chest, and you can’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across your lips. 

“Let me find one for you,” you tell him, taking his hand in yours. “We can match.” 

You and Jungwon walk around the park, and now you realise that you two are one of the happy couples that you used to envy. You remember that you knew you would never be able to experience a love like they did – but you were wrong. 

Now you understand what it’s like to love. 

Falling in love could be the most complicated thing in the world – it is even more complicated for you, considering all the doubts and all the fears you had before you decided to give love a chance. But Jungwon makes falling in love easy. 

Falling in love with Jungwon seems like the simplest thing in the world. As if it is natural, as if it was destined to happen. 

You doubted if you could make him happy. You doubted if you were wasting his time – but never once had you doubted your feelings for him. 

You think that you probably fell for him the minute you saw him again in the park, when Maeumi bumped into you. After that first meeting, even as you returned home, he was stuck in the back of your mind. 

You still remember when he drunkenly told you that he thought you were pretty. You bring it up often, and Jungwon just replies with: “I knew what I was saying when I told you that.” Even after nearly a year of dating, Jungwon is still able to make you feel like you’ve fallen in love with him for the first time ever. 

The birds are chirping, the cherry blossom petals are falling, and your hand is in Jungwon’s. Everything is right. The scenery is beautiful, and the boy walking beside you is even more beautiful. You remind him of it, and his cheeks go as pink as the vibrant blossoms up above. 

You finally find a perfectly intact cherry blossom flower that’s fallen to the floor, and you pick it up with a big grin. “Look!” you tuck the flower behind Jungwon’s ear, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Now we’re matching.” 

“Yes, we are.” Jungwon replies, swinging your arms back and forth. Unconsciously, a smile makes its way onto your lips. It’s funny, considering how you didn’t smile often before you met Jungwon. People have noticed how you’ve seemed much happier, much more carefree. 

“Do you remember what you told me the first time we were here alone? When Maeumi wasn’t here,” Jungwon suddenly asks, and you tilt your head, awaiting his answer. “You told me that you like cherry blossoms. Then, I asked you why. You told me that they’re beautiful, but don’t last very long, which is why you find them interesting. You said they feel familiar.”

You remember. Of course you remember.

“Then, I told you that I felt that their existence being short-lived allowed people to appreciate and admire them more. To cherish them more, to hold them dear.” he recounts, as you two walk further into the park. 

“Mhm,” you say. Jungwon still hasn’t caught on to the fact that you said they felt familiar because just like their existence, yours will be short-lived too. 

“You then said that they were beautiful. I agreed, but really, I was just looking at you.” he says, suddenly feeling shy as you smile. 

“You have loved me for a long time. Ever since 7th grade, wasn’t it?” you ask, and Jungwon nods. “I’m surprised you even waited that long for me.” 

“I’m very happy I waited.” Jungwon replies. “Because now, I get to spend every single day with you, the love of my life. We’ll get more of these cherry blossom seasons, won’t we? We’ll come here even when we’re old and wrinkly, with our hair as white as those wigs.” 

“Yes,” you say, a slight hint of sadness in your tone. “More cherry blossom seasons.” 

“30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons. We can see them all. Like you said, every year they seem to get prettier, right?” Your heart can’t help but melt at Jungwon seemingly already knowing that you are the one for him — but… 30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons are something that is simply unattainable for you. 

“They do get prettier every year.” you hum. 

“That’s good. I did tell you that I wanted to spend every cherry blossom season with you by my side, didn’t I?” 

“You did. We can have 30, 40, 50 and more cherry blossom seasons,” you lie, and your heart hurts as you say those words — you’ve lied one too many times to Jungwon.

Then, you tell him another lie.

“We can have as many as you’d like.”

FIFTEEN.

You and Jungwon have now shared 3 cherry blossom seasons together.

Time is running out. The fourth cherry blossom season is about to roll around, and you know that you’re feeling weaker already. Hospital check-ups have been more frequent, you’ve spent more time at home lately, and you’ve been prescribed with a different medication.

Spending more time at home has allowed for you to have more time to work on your book, which is making good progress. You wrote about the times where you fell more and more in love with Jungwon, you wrote about how you were finally able to tick off some of the boxes on your bucket list with Chaewon, and you wrote about how you’re feeling, as your final 5 years are starting to come to a close.

You try to hide how you’re getting weaker day by day from Jungwon. You’re not sure if it’s working, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about it.  

You’ve got another hospital check-up today, and thankfully, Jungwon’s busy with another case. You sit on the hospital bed again, laptop perched on your lap as you continue typing up your book, the sound of the keyboard clicking resounding throughout the room.

“Have you told Jungwon yet?” Chaewon asks you, and you shake your head. “I can’t.” you reply, and your sister frowns.

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend of 3 years.” 

“He would be crushed.” you reply. Chaewon doesn’t understand — in all honesty, she thought Jungwon knew all along that you only had 5 years left. She didn’t expect for him to only know that you were ill, and left thinking that your illness was curable.

“So you’ve been lying to him about your illness being curable?” Chaewon asks, and you sigh, closing the lid of your laptop. 

“Not lying, per se,” you start, but then you remember the amount of times you’ve told him that you two could have a forever. 30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons. “More so… hiding? I just don’t want to tell him.” 

“Why?” 

“I finally have… some sense of normalcy. Whenever I’m with Jungwon, I don’t feel like a helpless sick person. I finally have someone who I’m close to, someone who I love — who doesn’t see me as just my illness. He doesn’t know that I’m dying, he treats me as if I’m not dying — that is what I want. I want normalcy, I want to live life as if I don’t know that any second now, death will be knocking on my front door. And, Jungwon knowing would absolutely break him. He’s loved me since 7th grade — I can’t… I can’t tell him now.” 

“He’s going to hurt more if you break up with him out of the blue before you have to go. Why not tell him now, so he can prepare himself?” 

“I…” 

Your train of thought is broken when Doctor Lee walks into the room. Your doctor looks worried, upset, even. Her eyebrows are knitted together as she looks at her clipboard with a dejected look on her face. 

“Doctor?” Chaewon asks. “What’s the matter?”

“(Name)… your condition seems to be getting worse. You did mention how you felt more tired lately, didn’t you?” she asks. 

“Yes, I did mention that.” 

“I’m afraid I have to tell you that you only have about a year left. Maybe even less.” she says, and you sit there, shell-shocked as you try to process the news.

Your 5 years have been cut into 4. 

The realisation that this is your last year left just hits you, and the dam breaks. You let out a loud sob, and Doctor Lee’s never seen you like this before. Chaewon wraps her arms around you as you sob into her shoulder, trying to control herself from bursting into tears just like you are.

You thought you were prepared. You thought you were ready to go — but you’re not. You don’t want to accept that this is your fate anymore, but what can you do? You cannot fight this illness — it is a battle you cannot win. 

“It’s okay, (Name). It’s okay.” Chaewon says, patting your back in an attempt to comfort you. “I don’t want to go,” you choke out between sobs, and Chaewon shakes her head, tears brimming her eyes. 

“I don’t want you to go either.” your sister says. 

“I want more life.” 

“I know.” she says, patting your head gently. “I want you to have more life too.” 

“Why me?” you sob, and Chaewon wipes your tears with the tissues sitting on the side of your bed. “I don’t know. I wish I knew. I wish it wasn’t you.” she replies, wiping her own tears with the corner of her sleeve. 

Chaewon thought she had more time. She was prepared for 2 more years left with you — but now knowing you had 1 year, or maybe even less was heartbreaking. She knew she would lose you earlier on in life, but not this early. Not when you weren’t even 26. 

“What about the treatment, Doctor Lee? The other way?” Chaewon asks, a sense of urgency in her voice. Doctor Lee only sighs, looking down at her shoes. 

“1 year is… very little time to decide whether or not it’ll work. There is no guarantee, so…” 

“A year is not enough. That is what you mean.” your sister says, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, (Name). I’m sorry, Chaewon. I wish we could’ve done more.” Doctor Lee leaves to give you both privacy.

“I thought I was ready.” you say, Chaewon trying her best to comfort you by patting your back lightly. “I’m… nowhere near ready. I don’t want to go. Please, Chae.” 

You beg for Chaewon to do something, even though you know she can’t. No miracle medicine can save you now. The sand in the hourglass is running out, your time is ticking — and time flies fast. 

“Do I have to tell Won?” you murmur, and Chaewon shakes her head, unsure of what advice to give you. 

She thought she understood how hard it would be. But she could never imagine being put in your situation — dying, with the person you love not knowing that you’ll be gone within a year. 

“I think… that is up for you to decide.” 

SIXTEEN. 

Jungwon meets up with Ricky for the first time in a couple of months.

Ricky’s never free anymore. His career has skyrocketed into success, and so has Wonyoung’s. But thankfully, Ricky’s able to make some time to see Jungwon just for a few hours before he’s off to another shoot.

Jungwon doesn’t know how he does it. Ricky was just in Milan a couple days ago — how is he not jet-lagged? 

The two decide to meet at a coffee shop, one that they used to go to when they were both in high school. Ricky’s immediately noticeable, due to the expensive suit he’s wearing. 

“It’s been ages, man.” Ricky says, and Jungwon nods. “It really has.” Jungwon replies, smiling. 

“So, what have you been up to? Aside from… modelling.” Jungwon asks, and Ricky shrugs. “Spending time with Wonyoung. You know… 3 years, still going strong. I have to thank you and (Name) for getting us together, to be honest. We should do one of those double dates again sometime.” he replies, and Jungwon nods, agreeing.

“A hundred percent. We haven’t hung out as just us 4 in a while. I know (Name) meets up with Wonyoung and Minji occasionally.” 

“So, how’s (Name)?” Ricky asks.

At the sound of your name, a lovesick grin immediately makes its way into Jungwon’s lips, and Ricky’s got that teasing, cat-like smirk plastered on his face at the sight of his friend’s expression. “Still whipped, aren’t you?” 

“Even more than before, perhaps,” Jungwon replies. “I actually came to ask for your help.” 

“Oh? What is it?” Ricky asks, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.

“I need your help to help me choose a ring.” 

Ricky immediately sits straight up in his chair, eyes widened as his jaw drops open. “You’re kidding! Engagement ring? Jungwon, are you planning to propose?” 

Jungwon nods, a small smile on his lips. Ricky can’t resist pulling his friend in for a hug. “That’s crazy, oh my god! Well, not exactly, since you’ve been in love with her for like… forever, but oh my god. You’re going to be a married man.”

“I mean, I don’t know if she’s going to say yes...” Jungwon seems hesitant, and Ricky thinks that he has no reason to be. Ricky sees it in your eyes — you’re crazily in love with Jungwon, just as he is with you. There’s no way you won’t say yes. 

“You, my friend — are very stupid. (Name) is one hundred percent going to say yes. She loves you so much! Maybe even too much. What ring do you have in mind?” Ricky asks, and Jungwon shrugs. He knows that he wants something to do with cherry blossoms. It’s what he could consider to be your thing. Those pink flowers are what suits you, and it’s something he knows that you love.

“Maybe like… cherry blossoms? Something related to that. She loves those flowers.” 

Ricky nods. “Cherry blossoms. Hmm… that’s something that isn’t too common with engagement rings, but I’m sure we can find something. Or what about a pink diamond?” 

Jungwon hums, nodding at Ricky’s suggestion. “I think she might like that.” 

Ricky looks over at his friend, and he thinks that he’s never seen Jungwon this happy. He’s got a permanent smile plastered onto his lips, and he seems much more relaxed, much more carefree than before. 

“Come on,” Ricky says. “Let’s go search for a ring.” 

The two leave the coffee shop, making their way down the busy street. Ricky tells Jungwon about some of his modelling gigs, with Jungwon listening intently. “There’s a couple stores on this street,” Ricky says. 

The first one the two boys go into has some nice rings — but Jungwon doesn’t think any of them particularly stand out to him, and none of them seem to suit you. There’s one that the shop assistant recommends to him, and Ricky thinks it’s a good choice, but Jungwon doesn’t want to get something that he knows you won’t love. The store also doesn’t sell pink diamond rings — Jungwon finds that he actually really likes Ricky’s suggestion. 

“Thank you,” he tells the shop assistant politely. “I’ll just look around a couple other stores first.” 

The second store has a couple good options. Ricky selects a few that he thinks looks nice, and thank god Jungwon decided to ask for Ricky’s help — he thinks that he’d be absolutely lost without him. There’s this one ring with a small pink diamond in the centre, and 2 other diamonds surrounding it. It looks nice, but Jungwon thinks that he would like for the pink diamond to be just a little bigger.

The third store is where Jungwon finds the perfect one.

He doesn’t even need Ricky’s help, either — he sees the ring in the display window, and Jungwon knows that it’s the one. There’s a round pink diamond in the centre, with smaller pink diamonds encircled around it, and then surrounded by white diamonds in a halo. 

“Is that the one?” Ricky asks Jungwon, and he nods. 

“I’ll take this one.” 

“Of course, sir.” the shop assistant says, and Jungwon feels his heart beating faster than ever before. He’s bought the ring, he just needs a location, and… he just needs to pop the question. 

“Are you nervous?” Ricky asks, and Jungwon nods — is he that jittery to the point where Ricky can tell? “Is it obvious?” 

“I mean… to others, not really. But I’ve known you since high school, so yeah, it’s pretty obvious.” Ricky chuckles. “Look, you’ve got to relax. (Name) is going to say yes.” 

“But what if she doesn’t? What if I’m rushing into things?”

“It’s been three years since you guys started dating. And (Name)’s crazily in love with you, I’ve told you this. Do you know how often Wonyoung tells me about how she gushes over you when they hangout? She loves you so much, Jungwon. Too much, even.” Jungwon feels a little less nervous after Ricky’s reassuring words, but that anxiousness comes back when the shop assistant returns.

“You can just pick up the ring next week. Are you in a hurry?” 

“No, I’m not. Next week is perfect.” Jungwon replies.

“That’s good,” the shop assistant says. “We’ll see you next week then.” 

Jungwon thanks them again, and he lets out a sigh. “I’m so scared.” 

“You don’t have to be scared at all. She literally told you that she wanted to grow old and wrinkly with you — I think that’s very telling. Plus, your whole cherry blossom season thing. It’s so sickeningly cute. She will say yes. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Right, nothing to worry about. To more cherry blossom seasons with (Name).” 

“As a married couple.” Ricky adds, and Jungwon laughs.

Little does Jungwon know, he does have something to worry about. 

SEVENTEEN.

You don’t know what to do.

Your life is coming to an end, which means that you have to end it with Jungwon. You don’t want him to see you in hospital, with pale skin and an oxygen mask on. 

Ever since you got told that your time would be cut short, once again, you’ve been racking your brain on how to break the news to Jungwon. You don’t want to let him go — but this is for the better, isn’t it? 

You have cried so much during the past few weeks to the point where you’re not sure if you can even cry anymore. 

You let yourself feel joy, happiness, and love when Jungwon is near — because you know that soon, all of those feelings will have to go away. You will never experience this type of love again when you end it with Jungwon. 

You wake up earlier now, eyes scanning Jungwon’s features as he sleeps peacefully. You can’t help but smile when you look at him. He is so beautiful. So kind — everything you ever wanted and more. You brush his hair out of his eyes as you watch his chest rise and fall, rise and fall. 

You want to burn the image of Jungwon’s face in your mind. Because after everything ends… you’ll never see him again. 

“Good morning,” Jungwon says groggily, cracking one eye open. He notices you looking at him with the softest gaze in your eyes, and it brings a lovesick smile to his face. “You’re awake early.”

He kisses you good morning. You tell yourself to savour these small gestures while you still can. 

Soon, you will never be able to see Jungwon again. Never be able to hold him, never be able to hug him, never be able to kiss him again.

You pull him closer to you, and Jungwon’s startled at your sudden action. “You’re clingy this morning,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You cup his cheeks with your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. You kiss him with such longing, even though you two have not been separated yet. You kiss him like it’s the last time you ever will. 

Jungwon senses that there’s something different. The kiss is passionate, like every other one of your kisses. But this kiss feels like an apology. 

You try not to let that tear slip from your eye. “Are you okay?” Jungwon asks you, when you two pull away. You nod, as Jungwon runs his hand up and down your back. His touch is gentle as always, and you hate how all of this has to end.

“I love you.” you tell him, and Jungwon smiles softly at you. “I love you too, (Name).” 

And you kiss him again. You want to kiss him as many times as you can, because you know that you don’t have that many chances left. You have less than a year left, and you know a good half of that time will be spent in the hospital, with an oxygen mask over your face. 

Your relationship with Jungwon has gone too fast for your liking. Why couldn’t time go slower? Why couldn’t the universe give you more days, more months, more hours with Jungwon? 

You have to tell him. You have to tell him sometime soon.

Would it be too cruel to tell him before the cherry blossom season? 

Ending it then is too soon for you. Everything is too soon. Your relationship ending, your impending death, all too soon. 

In a different life, perhaps things could be different. You wouldn’t be sick, and you and Jungwon could spend the rest of your lives together, until you two were both old, wrinkly and white-haired. You could spend 30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons with him. 

You two could get married. Have a ceremony like Chaewon and Soobin’s, invite all your friends, and your family. You two could start a family. 

But none of that is possible. 

Regardless, you are grateful for your time with Jungwon. Your little forever with him. 5 years is a short time for a forever, but you suppose it is one nevertheless. 

He taught you what it’s like to love someone. Unconditionally. 

Every second, every minute, every hour you spend with Jungwon by your side is something that you would consider magical. Perhaps maybe because you got so unlucky with your fate, the universe had sent him to you. 

To make things better, before they got worse. To let you experience the one thing you thought you could never experience — love. 

You didn’t expect to fall hard for Yang Jungwon. But it was easy to. With his bright smile, cat-like eyes and his heart of gold. He is too good to you. He is too good to everyone. 

You can’t believe you never took much notice of him back in Grade 7, when Jungwon was already helplessly infatuated with you. You wished you had loved him earlier. You would’ve had more time with him, then. 

More time to hold him, more time to kiss him, more time to love him. But now it is all too late, you are fading away, and he doesn’t know it.

You find that you are the luckiest person in the world, because you have had the privilege of being loved by Yang Jungwon. 

The person he finds after you leave this earth, turning to nothing but stardust, will be exceptionally lucky too. Perhaps even more than you, because they get to spend that forever you never could have with Jungwon. 

They get those 30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons. They don’t need white wigs, because they will be able to grow old and wrinkly together. They will get their forever, a proper one, not one that lasts only 4 years.

That person should love Jungwon with their entire heart and soul. Because when Jungwon loves, he loves hard. He puts 110% into the relationship, maybe even more. 

You smile at Jungwon once again, thumb stroking his cheek. 

Yang Jungwon is your first love, and he will also be your last. 

EIGHTEEN.

Your final cherry blossom season arrives. 

A flurry of pink petals cascade down to the pavement, welcoming you with open arms. You smile, trying to stop yourself from thinking about how you don’t have much more time to see these magnificent flowers again.

You and Jungwon go see the cherry blossoms at night this time. They’ve installed lights around the trees, and you think seeing the cherry blossoms at night might be prettier than in the day. 

You and Jungwon are the only ones here.

The park is quiet, and as you admire the beautiful cherry blossoms illuminated by the light, Jungwon nervously fiddles with the velvet box in his pocket. 

Is this the right time? 

He’s not exactly dressed for the occasion, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. You’re dressed similarly, but Jungwon thinks you’re gorgeous regardless of what you wear. 

He takes the ring with him everywhere. 

He doesn’t know when he knows it’ll be the right time — he supposes that he’ll just get that… feeling. Of knowing when it’s right.

“Jungwon, look! It’s so pretty.” you say, and he nods. “Very pretty,” he says, looking at you.

This time, you notice. He’s looking at you instead of the flowers. He always is. “What?” you ask, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. 

“Nothing,” Jungwon says, taking his hand out of his pocket. He leaves the box inside. “You’re pretty.” 

Your heart would usually race at his words. But this time, it aches. It aches because you won’t be able to hear him say that everyday anymore. It aches because this is one of the last times where you’ll get to see the cherry blossom with Jungwon. It aches because everything is coming to an end.

All good things must come to an end, people say. But your end comes too soon, too quickly. Often, people can make good things last a little longer. They can hold on.

What can you hold onto to make things last? 

Nothing. There is nothing. 

You held out hope for a cure, but you don’t have much time left. You have no lifeline, nothing to save you. Nothing to make your relationship with Jungwon last, and nothing to make your life last.

“You are pretty too.” you tell him. You don’t know how many times you have left to tell him that. 

Under the cherry blossom trees, illuminated by the lights, Jungwon pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm against yours, and you can taste the flavour of the cherry lip balm that he often uses. You sometimes steal it from him to use it yourself. 

It is just you and him, nobody else around you both. 

This is not how Jungwon had planned for the proposal to go. But he feels like… now would be a good time. That little voice in his head tells him — you should do it. He wants to do it. He wants to become your fiancée. 

He has loved you since the 7th grade. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He’s known this ever since he kissed you for the first time. 

You two pull away, and Jungwon looks at you with a hesitant look on his face. He looks like he’s dying to tell you something, and you look at him expectantly. He fiddles with something in his pocket, and you really hope he doesn’t do what you think he’s going to do. 

“(Name), I… I have something to ask you.” You’ve never heard Jungwon this nervous. Even his voice is shaky — he sounds even more nervous than that day in the park, before you had collapsed. 

He pulls out a small box. Your heart stops.

You can’t tell him no. You don’t want to tell him no. 

But you have to. 

You are dying — he wants to marry you, but you will die before a ceremony will be able to take place, before you two will be able to do things that married couples do, and before you two will be able to grow old and wrinkly together.

He gets down on one knee. 

You try to not burst into tears before he says anything. You only look at him with your mouth agape, your heart shattered to pieces. How are you supposed to tell him? 

“I… didn’t intend on doing this now,” he starts, letting out a deep breath. “But I feel… maybe this is the right time.” 

“I love you. A lot. Being able to love you, and being able to be loved by you makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world. And I just know that you’re the only person that I’ll be able to love — in this lifetime, and every single one that follows. So… would you marry me? Would you want to spend every cherry blossom season with me?” 

You let the corners of your lips curl up into a grin. Jungwon wants to take that as a yes. You look at the ring — it’s beautiful, and you want nothing more than to say yes. Because you want to marry Yang Jungwon, you really do.

But there is not enough time. 

“Won… I…” 

You move closer to him, and Jungwon gets up. Is this a yes? He doesn’t know. You only wrap him in a hug, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Then, he hears you let out a soft sob, and he looks at you in alarm. 

With his free hand, the one that’s not holding the ring, he runs his hand up and down your back to comfort you. “I’m sorry.” you choke out between sobs.

You look at the box — you don’t want to look at him. You know he’s got the most dejected look on his face, and you can’t bear the thought of knowing that you caused it. You take his hand, the one that’s holding the ring, and you close the box. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Won.” 

Jungwon doesn’t understand. Maybe you weren’t ready to say yes yet. But he saw that smile on your face after — was there something you weren’t telling him? 

“Don’t be sorry. I understand. We can take our time.” he says, trying to hide the sadness in his voice. It’s okay, he tells himself. Maybe just not now. Maybe later is a better time anyways. 

“The thing is… we don’t have time.” 

You accidentally let those words slip. You didn’t mean to tell him now — you look at Jungwon’s expression, and he looks at you with the most confused look on his face. “What do you mean we don’t have time?” 

Are you going to break up with him? Jungwon hurriedly shoves the velvet box back in his pocket.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” he asks you, and you shake your head, tears rolling down your cheeks — Jungwon wants nothing more than to wipe those tears away for you, but he doesn’t know if you want him to. 

“No. You didn’t. You’ve made me the happiest person in the past few years.” you smile sadly at him, and Jungwon gets the feeling that you need to tell him something too. Something important. 

“Then what’s wrong?”

“You’ve done nothing wrong. You never did anything wrong. It’s all my fault.” you say, and Jungwon shakes his head. “No, no — what makes you say that?” 

“I’ve been lying to you. All this time.” 

“What?” 

“It’s an incurable disease.”

Jungwon’s entire world falls apart at the sound of those 4 words. What do you mean it’s incurable? Surely there is some sort of cure, some sort of treatment that can save you — with all the new technological advancements, something must be able to be done. 

“So… I can’t… be with you.” 

Jungwon’s world doesn’t just fall apart now. He feels like he’s falling apart too. The news is like a knife to his heart. He didn’t know that 6 words could leave him so broken — he’s surprised that he hasn’t fallen to his knees yet, or passed out. 

He wishes that he would pass out. So then he’d wake up in the real world, and this would all be just a dream. You would wake up by his side, not sick and you two would be happily spending the rest of your lives together. 

He pinches himself. It hurts. It’s real. Everything is real. 

“I’m sorry, Won.” your heart hurts at the sight of Jungwon crying. You’ve never seen him cry before. Everything can’t end like this. “There must be something the doctors can do — Soobin. Soobin must know.” he says, shaking his head. 

“He’s tried… he has tried for a very long time, Won. Nobody has lived past 10 years. I hoped that maybe I would be able to… but it looks like that it’s unlikely. Impossible, even.” 

Jungwon doesn’t get it. Out of everyone who could’ve gotten this… terrible, terrible illness — it just had to be you. Now it all made sense as to why you were never in school, your initial refusal to accept his confession. You were scared.

“Why you?” he manages to choke out. 

“I asked myself that a lot too. Why me? I don’t know, Won. 10 years seems like such a long time… but when it’s all you have left… it’s suddenly so short. I spent the first 5 years wallowing in self-pity, refusing to go outside and experience life. Then, I met you.” you let yourself smile, even though everything you’re saying is sad. Jungwon looks at you with tears in his eyes, and you step closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

“Everyday with you…was so much fun. I felt like I wasn’t dying, whenever you were around — it was just you and me, and that illness just seemed to disappear. Like it never existed in the first place. You… showed me what it’s like to really live. You taught me what it’s like to love, what it’s like to be loved — you brought meaning into my life.” 

“But Jungwon… if I stay with you any longer, I’ll be too scared to die.”

And hearing those words makes Jungwon unable to hold in the sob he’s been suppressing. You can hear the pain in his voice, and this is exactly what you feared. Hurting him.

“I love you, (Name).” Jungwon manages to say, in between sobs. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I wish it was. I really wish it was.”

You wrap your arms around Jungwon, letting him sob into your shoulder. Everything hurts, for the both of you. Your hearts both feel empty. 

“Thank you, Jungwon. For loving me, and letting me love you.” 

“No,” Jungwon sobs. “This can’t end like this, (Name) — we had so much more to do. We had… we were supposed to have more time.” 

“Jungwon, after I go, you’ll have to move on. I know that’s easier said than done but… I won’t be here. Go find someone new, someone who treats you just as well as you’ll treat them. Someone who loves Maeumi, someone who’s a terrific chef, just like you, someone who laughs at all your jokes. Go find the one for you.

“I don’t want to move on. You’re the one for me, (Name). I told you — you’re the only one I want to love. You’re the first person I’ve ever loved, and you’re going to be the last. Nobody can compare to you.” Jungwon doesn’t want to let you go. He can’t let you go.

“Jungwon, they’ll be able to give you everything that I never could. They can give you 30, 40, 50 more cherry blossom seasons — they can give you the life that you’ve always pictured having. They can give you a forever.” 

“I don’t want a forever without you in it.” 

You break apart from the hug to look at Jungwon with tears brimming in your eyes. “We have our forever. Our 4 years. Our little forever. It’s short, but we can call it a forever, can we not?” 

You try your best to smile at him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. You hate that you’re the one making him this upset. You hate that you’ve just completely shattered his heart, and you’re leaving him to pick up the pieces all by himself. 

“Our little forever.” He repeats after you, and you smile at him. “It should be longer. It shouldn’t have to be little — forevers aren’t meant to be little, (Name).” 

“I know they aren’t.” Jungwon wraps you in his arms, your voice muffled by the soft fabric of his hoodie. He holds you tight, as if you’ll turn to dust if he lets go. “Ours just unfortunately has to be.” 

“I am just a… small chapter in the story of your life. But I hope that I was a meaningful one. So please, Won. Go live.” 

“I don’t want to,” You gently pat his back to comfort him — but you know it doesn’t work. Nothing can help stop you both from hurting. Jungwon has never sounded this broken. He is the type of person who wouldn’t ever show it if he was falling apart, and here he is, in front of you, legs weak, voice hoarse and his heart empty. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.” 

“Please. I have to start preparing to die, Jungwon. Just tell me you’ll go live.” you tell him — you don’t want to start crying again, because then you won’t be able to leave. 

You don’t want to leave, but you have to. With this illness draining the life out of you, there’s many things that you have to do even though you don’t want to do them at all. 

Jungwon doesn’t say anything. His sobs are not an answer, and you know that. 

“Please. It’s my last wish.” you murmur.

Jungwon knows he should fulfil your last wish. Even thinking about saying those words pains him. It drives the knife in his chest even deeper, and this pain consumes him — he can feel it in every inch of his body. 

Jungwon lets out a shaky breath. “I… will go live.”

You smile at him, with such love and adoration in your eyes — Jungwon wants to just crumple to the floor. He can’t believe it’s all over. “Thank you.” 

You tilt his head up with your finger so he can look at you, and his eyes are teary, and bloodshot. “I’m sorry.” This is hard on you too. But, you feel like it’s worse for Jungwon. He has to live with the fact that his first love left him like this – with no warning at all. You shouldn’t have ended it like this. 

Then you press your lips to his, as a goodbye. The second your lips are on his, Jungwon knows that he doesn’t even want to pull apart. He kisses you with such urgency, now knowing that this is the very last time that he’ll ever get to feel your lips on his. 

You kiss him back with the same urgency, the same feeling of desperation. The desire of wanting this moment to never end — because once it does, it is goodbye. Forever.

You are the one to pull away. 

And now it is over.

You want to kiss him again. And over and over again. But you know that if you don’t walk away, you never will be able to.

“I love you, Jungwon. I’ll always love you.” 

Walking away from Jungwon is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. 

You return back to your parents house, late at night. You haven’t been back here for ages, after moving in with Jungwon. Your parents are asleep, and you lock yourself in your room. 

The park was filled with peaceful silence. You two walked around quietly, hand in hand. He had told you that he loved you in a hushed whisper. Your room is filled with a dreadful silence. You have no one to hold, no one to tell you that they loved you. You are alone, once again.

You just let go of the very best thing that has ever happened to you. 

And you already regret it.

NINETEEN.

For the first time in 4 years, Jungwon wakes up without you by his side. 

On instinct, he rolls around to kiss you good morning — but the other half of the bed is empty, and the bed is cold without your presence. The velvet box lies on his bedside table, and looking at it makes Jungwon remember the events of last night.

Him proposing. You telling him that you were dying. You saying that you couldn’t be with him anymore. The last kiss. 

He buries his face in his pillow, trying to stop himself from crying. The tears threaten to spill past his cheeks, and the loss of your presence is greatly felt. He feels empty, as if there’s a part of him that’s been taken away. 

It is probably his heart. With you leaving, you had taken his heart too. Not even just a little piece of it, the entire thing. Maybe he’s being dramatic, but he doesn’t think he has any desire to love again. 

He understands why you didn’t tell him — you didn’t want him to be hurt. But Jungwon would rather have been told this in a different way. Being told that you were dying out of the blue, especially after he had poured his heart out to you while proposing, completely broke him.

His eyes are puffy and swollen from all the crying he did last night. Maeumi senses Jungwon’s sadness, and curls up in bed next to him, Jungwon stroking the dog’s fur as he sniffles, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s just you and me now, Maeumi.” 

Jungwon already misses you. He wants to run to your apartment, and tell you that he still wants to be by your side during your final months. But after last night, Jungwon thinks that you don’t want him to be there. 

You don’t want him to see you in pain. 

Your belongings are still in his apartment. Nothing has changed, most of the things that you own are still there. Jungwon gets up from the bed, and he opens the closet door.

The first item of clothing he sees is the green cardigan that you’d worn when you came to his house for the first time. Jungwon remembers seeing you that day, and you’d quite literally taken his breath away. 

Jungwon takes the cardigan off the hanger, and holds it close to his chest. He should probably send these things back to you. Maeumi looks at him with sad eyes — Jungwon doesn’t even need to say anything, and his dog’s already noticed the change in his mood. 

How is he supposed to just move on with his life, now knowing that yours is about to end? 

No wonder why you always talked about the fragility of cherry blossoms, and how they never tended to last long. He now realised that you were talking about yourself.

From now on, all cherry blossoms will do is remind him of you. His first love, and the first one he lost. He wishes that he could freeze moments in time, just so he can get more time with you. 4 years was far too short. 

He is no longer able to hear the sound of your laughter, no longer to see the bright smile on your lips, and no longer able to just simply look at you, admiring all of your features. 

Jungwon puts the green cardigan on. It’s quite tight – it’s oversized on you, but it's a little small on him. It smells like you. He doesn’t want to stretch it out, so he’s careful when he moves.

The warmth of the cardigan makes Jungwon feel like you’re hugging him. Your arms wrapped right around his chest, and Jungwon allows himself to imagine that you’re here, holding him in your arms. 

And he smiles. 

Jungwon heads outside to the convenience store just for a little while. Ever since you had accepted his confession that day in the hospital, Jungwon’s never really spent a day without you by his side.

It feels strange, for you to not be there. But as he’s wearing your green cardigan, he feels your presence linger. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask you a question — but then he realises you’re not next to him. It’s just him now. 

This is going to take some time to get used to. 

He returns to his apartment with a plastic bag with instant ramyeon and a few snacks. He places the bag on the dining room table, and he notices your keys.

You came when he was at the convenience store.

Jungwon rushes into the room that you two used to share — did you take your things? Did you quietly pack everything up and go? 

Everything seems untouched, at first glance. 

Jungwon opens the closet doors, and you don’t seem to have taken much from your closet, maybe a few hoodies and some jeans. Everything else is still there. 

This reminds Jungwon to take your cardigan off, and put it back on the hanger. He puts the hanger back onto the rack, and goes to grab the grey hoodie he wore the first time you had come over to his house.

He opens the drawer, and he sees a note. It’s written in your handwriting. I took one of your hoodies. I hope you don’t mind. Check the bedside table.

Jungwon digs through the drawer, and the hoodie isn’t anywhere to be found. He takes the note, grabbing the first hoodie from the pile, and closing the drawer.

There’s a small box on the bedside table. It looks a little too similar to the one that holds the engagement ring Jungwon had bought. He opens the box with a shaky breath, and inside is a ring.

There’s another note next to the box. For my one and only. 

Jungwon wants to cry, but he thinks he cried so much last night to the point where he can’t cry anymore. He slides the ring onto his ring finger, and it fits. He tells himself to never take it off.

He should’ve given you the ring. Just for you to keep it. So you could have one too. 

Jungwon crawls into bed again, hiding under the covers. He holds his hands close to his heart, his fingers fiddling with the ring he’s placed on his finger, perhaps in hopes that it’ll mend his broken heart.

It doesn’t work. 

Jungwon thinks that he’ll just have to live with this heartbreak. 

TWENTY. 

If those white hospital walls felt familiar before, they feel like home now. 

2 months after you end things with Jungwon, you’re moved into the hospital to prepare for your eventual death. You have to constantly wear an oxygen mask now, and Chaewon’s heart hurts at the sight of you like this. 

You’re confined in his hospital room, occasionally taking a couple walks outside – but you spend most of your days in bed, writing. 

You know that the book that you originally were planning to finish before you die won’t be finished in time, with your time being cut short to 4 years. So, you change your plans – you write something for Jungwon. 

Chaewon visits you today. She sees you in your hospital bed, wearing Jungwon’s hoodie that you had taken from the apartment you two had shared. You wear the hoodie often, so often to the point where you had told her a couple days ago that the hoodie didn’t smell like Jungwon anymore. 

“You seem busy,” Chaewon sits down on the chair next to your bed, and you take a small glance at her before returning your focus towards your laptop. “I take it the book’s making progress?”

“Slow progress, but progress nevertheless.” you tell her. “I don’t think that I have much time left, and I don’t think I’ll have much energy to even write soon. I’ve got to… finish this before I go.” 

“You do know that Soobin’s still trying to come up with a solution, right?” 

“What solution is there, Chae?” you sigh, and stop typing. “I have so little time left – the doctors had 10 years to make something work, and I’m still dying. It’s not going to happen, Chae. I wish there was, because maybe things would be different.” 

Different, as in you wouldn’t be spending your days trapped in the hospital, mask over your lips. You would be happy, engaged, and with Jungwon. You could live a normal life, one where you didn’t have to go to the hospital for regular checkups, one where the thought of dying doesn’t linger in the back of your mind. 

You look at Chaewon with a smile on your face. “So as much as I want things to be different... I know that my fate can’t be changed.” It is not like you haven’t lived happily – the last few years were filled with moments that you treasured dearly. 

Chaewon doesn’t say anything, and you start typing once more. 

“But don’t you want to see him?” she pipes up, and you stop. You slowly turn to look at her, letting out a deep breath. 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“You love him.” 

“That’s exactly why it’s not simple.” you reply plainly. 

“I can’t see him. Not when I’m like this. Look at me, Chaewon. I look like I’m dying. How would he react if he saw me like this?” 

“He loves you. He wouldn’t care.” 

“But it would hurt him.” you close the lid of your laptop, lying down in the bed. “I don’t want to hurt him more than I already have. It has been 2 months since I last saw him – he should be moving on with his life. If I see him… it will bring back memories. Staying away is the best… for both him and I.” 

Chaewon can see it in your eyes. Staying away from Jungwon is hurting you, too. Not being able to see him, combined with your illness has drained all the life out of you. She doesn’t know how Jungwon is doing – she hasn’t had the courage to message him, after you broke up with him. 

Jungwon hasn’t reached out either.

Chaewon understands why he wouldn’t. You broke up with him immediately after he proposed. If she was in Jungwon’s position, she would undoubtedly be very upset. But Chaewon also knows that Jungwon is understanding. You did tell her that you informed Jungwon about your illness, even though it was most definitely not a good time to say it. 

“But you miss him, (Name).” 

“I know. Sometimes I just want to grab my phone and message him like everything’s normal again. But I can’t, because it would make things more complicated than they have to be. He’ll cling on again, and I will too. I’ve given him too much false hope already, and I can’t hurt him again. I saw the way he looked at me that night after I told him that I was dying. I felt like I took everything away from him. His plans for the future all involved me – he told me that he didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else, Chae.” 

“He wanted to marry you.” 

“And I wanted to marry him. But… sometimes plans don’t work out. I wish ours did.” 

The ring that you had placed on that nightstand was a purchase that you had made hastily. You went to the store, bought the nicest wedding band that you saw among their displays. You just wanted Jungwon to have something that reminded him of you. 

You don’t mention in your note that you had bought a matching one for yourself. It sits on your ring finger, and you tell Chaewon that you’re never going to take it off. 

“Maybe Soobin will come up with something,” Chaewon says. But who is she trying to fool? She’s seen Soobin go countless nights without sleep, just trying to research and find some way to keep you alive. She thinks she’s holding onto hope that doesn’t exist, and perhaps Soobin is too. “But, also, there’s something we need to do.”

Chaewon takes out a piece of folded paper from her pocket. It’s the bucket list that you two had created when you were younger, and she places it on the nightstand, smoothing out the creases on the paper. 

She takes out a pencil, and hands it to you. “I guess we can check that box on the list now, can’t we?” she whispers, and you take the pencil. 

Fall in love, the box reads. 

You write the word hopelessly in brackets next to it, and Chaewon chuckles. 

Then, you tick the box. 

TWENTY ONE.

Three months later, Soobin wakes Chaewon up in the middle of the night. 

“I found a way,” Soobin says, and Chaewon looks at him in disbelief. “I think… I really found a way. There’s no guarantee it will work… but we can try.” 

Chaewon hugs Soobin so tight he thinks he might suffocate. “Thank you, Soobin.” 

Soobin informs you and your family the next morning, and your mother lets out a loud sob. “You’re saying… that (Name) could live?” your mother asks. 

“If the surgery works, then I believe so. I really hope so.” Soobin says, and he looks at you. He can’t read the expression on your face, but he hopes you react positively. You’re going to live. He knows that’s what you want.

“Does this mean… no more hospital visits? No more additional treatments, no more trials? I can live… normally?” you murmur. 

“Well, you’d still need check-ups from time to time. But yes, if this entire thing works, you can live a normal life. You can see Jungwon again. He’s the lawyer, isn’t he?” 

Chaewon nods. “Yes, he’s the lawyer.” 

“So… what do you say? Are you up for the procedure?” 

You have waited for so long. You know there’s no guarantee it’ll work, but it can’t hurt to try. The worst that could happen is that you’ll die, and even with no surgery, you’ll die anyways. At least with this procedure, it gives you a chance. 

A chance for 30, 40, 50 more cherry blossom seasons. 

You can see Jungwon again. You two can finish what you two started – you can say yes, this time. You two can get nicer wedding bands, and you two can spend every day together, until you’re both old and wrinkly.

“Yes. Let’s do it.” 

Soobin smiles brightly at you. “Great. Let’s do it, then.” 

It seems as if the universe has given you another chance at life. Like the cherry blossoms that return each spring, it seems like you will return for the next spring too. 

“Are you going to tell Jungwon?” your sister asks you, and you pause. Should you tell Jungwon? Wouldn’t it be strange to message him out of the blue, after you had broken his heart five months ago? 

“What would I say?”

“Turns out I’m going to live.” Chaewon shrugs, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Look, he loves you a lot. 5 months is a long time, but… you’re not too late.” 

You could message him. But what if things don’t stay the same? What if he’s happier now, and with someone else? Wouldn’t you just ruin things for him if you suddenly came back into his life again and acted as if nothing was wrong? 

“I don’t… I don’t think that I could do that.” you play with the ring that sits on your ring finger, and Chaewon sighs. 

“It’s okay. Do what you feel is right, I suppose. But… I know that Jungwon holds a lot of love in his heart for you. I don’t think he would let go of his feelings for you so easily – he’s loved you since 7th grade. Do you know how long that is?” Chaewon asks, and you can’t help but smile. 

“That is quite a long time.” you agree, and Chaewon nods. 

“You can tell him after the surgery.” she says. 

You think that might be a better idea. Because if you don’t survive the journey, you might give Jungwon more false hope. It would crush him even more if you had randomly messaged him, told him you were getting surgery in order to live, and not end up living anyways. 

“I have to finish the book.” you suddenly remember. If the surgery is soon, and you don’t make it, you still want your story with Jungwon to be published. Minji had told you that Hajoon was good friends with someone who worked at a big-name publishing company, and could help you get it published. 

You immediately open your laptop, and open up the document that you had been working on. With newfound motivation, the words just seem to come naturally onto the page. Chaewon watches as your fingers fly at a superhuman speed across the keyboard, and she smiles. 

She really does hope that the surgery works. There are more boxes on that bucket list that have yet to be ticked off. Chaewon wants more time with you. She needs more time with you. 

Perhaps she’ll finally be able to see you and Jungwon have your happily ever after. You could finally say yes to his proposal. She could watch you say “I do” at the altar. And you and Jungwon will get the life that you two had planned for yourselves. Your countless cherry blossom seasons, and your little forever does not need to be so little anymore.

She is glad that the universe is finally able to see that your early departure from this world would be a great loss. Finally, there is some way to keep you alive. Soobin has worked for years in order to find a solution, and she couldn’t be happier for you, but also him. 

He’s worked tirelessly, and his hard work has paid off. He’s going to be able to save the lives of other people who are unfortunately suffering through the same illness as you are. 

“(Name)?” Chaewon says, and you look up at her.

“I hope it works.” 

You smile, nodding at your sister. 

“I really hope it works too.” 

TWENTY TWO.

Your surgery is in 2 days. 

Wonyoung and Minji have visited you every day in the days leading up to your surgery, with the two of them bringing you your favourite foodw every time. 

You manage to finish the book. It is quite short, but it details everything you want to say to Jungwon. 

“Send it over to Hajoon, please? I hope that it’ll be published. If I do… end up passing… I hope that it becomes a success.” you tell Minji, who nods. She seems to be fighting the urge to cry, and you sigh. “Don’t cry, Minji. Maybe it’ll work.” 

“It has to.” Minji says. “Things won’t be the same without you. It’s always been us 3. When you told us that you were dying… I was forced to start imagining what it’d be like with just the 2 of us… and even now, I don’t know what it’ll be like. But I know it’ll be very different.”

“Don’t think about that. Let’s think about what life will be like after the surgery works.” Wonyoung squeezes your hand. 

“Also… send over a copy to Jungwon.”

“Oh. Of course,” Minji replies. “Have you spoken to him since the breakup?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know how he’s doing. And please… don’t tell him about the surgery. Because if it doesn’t work, then he’ll be more upset than before.” 

Wonyoung looks down at her shoes, her hand still holding yours. “He misses you.” 

You look at her with a surprised look on your face. “He does?” 

The girl nods. “He misses you a lot. He’s… not doing so great. Ricky says that they meet up every now and then, and Jungwon never seems to be… okay. I’ve seen him a couple of times, and now that it’s just the 3 of us… it’s like there’s… someone missing. We meet at his house, sometimes. He often looks at the empty seat on his right. He sets up a plate and cutlery for that empty seat too – he’s saving it for you.” 

Your heart hurts. You want to see him again. You want to fill up that empty seat, and then nothing will be missing. Things will be right, just like the way they were before. 

Your friends carefully examine your features, and it is clear to both of them that you miss him too. You’re wearing his hoodie, and the box that Jungwon used to give you that white wig sits on your nightstand, near your bed. The camera that you used to record moments with Jungwon is placed close to the box – Minji and Wonyoung know that you want to keep items that remind you of Jungwon near you. 

“It’s okay. You’ll see him soon.” 

“Yeah. I will,” you try to not think about the highly likely possibility of you not surviving the surgery. “In a couple of months, maybe. I’ve still got to recover from the surgery.” 

“We could ask him to come to the hospital to see you after you wake up,” Minji says, and you immediately shake your head. “No. I don’t want Jungwon to see me sick like this. When we were together, there was a reason why I booked my doctor’s appointments whenever he was busy. I’ll see him when I’m fully better, okay?” 

Minji and Wonyoung look at each other, Wonyoung biting the inside of her cheek hesitantly. “Yeah. Okay, then.” 

“You guys can go if you’re busy,” you tell your friends, and the two shake their heads. “We’re not going to go yet, (Name). We… want to stay with you for a little longer.” Minji says, her voice cracking slightly. 

“Yeah. We’re always here for you,” Wonyoung smiles at you. “We’ve been friends since we were little. We’re not going to… let you go this quickly.” 

“And if this whole thing doesn’t work, I’ll be watching you two from up there.” 

Your words make Minji and Wonyoung go silent. As your surgery date gets closer and closer, reality hits them like a ton of bricks – they’ve known that you would go earlier than either of them, but now knowing the possibility of this moment being the last they ever share with you is terrifying. 

Nobody is ready to see you leave. You don’t think you’re quite ready either. 

“Don’t say that, (Name).” Minji is the first one to break the silence. “The surgery could work. Soobin’s very good at what he does. You could live, and then when we’re old, we can all retire and live in a small village. Like we planned.” 

“Yes. Just like we planned.” you say, staring up at the ceiling.

Wonyoung and Minji stay until the hospital staff tell them that they have to leave. They bid you goodbye with tears in their eyes, the two of them hugging you tightly, not wanting to let go. 

As she’s heading to leave, Minji stops in her tracks and turns around. “I’ll see you in 2 days, (Name).” 

You rest your head against your pillow, and you sigh. In 2 days, you would either die, or you would learn that you would be able to live. 

You hold your hands close to your chest, fiddling with the ring on your finger. 

Then, you close your eyes. 

TWENTY THREE. 

At night, I’m afraid to close my eyes. 

I can’t forget. I can’t forget you. 

Jungwon’s eyes scan the page, tears falling onto the paper. He wipes the tears rolling down his cheeks away with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

Hey, Jungwon. 

I lived a happy life. It might’ve been shorter than others, but when I met you, and was loved dearly by you, I thought – I was definitely alive. So, I’ve done enough in this lifetime, right? 

When you proposed, I wanted to say yes. If this illness didn’t plague me, believe me – I would’ve told you yes in a heartbeat. I wish I didn’t end things that way. I wish things didn’t have to end. 

I want to see you, Jungwon. 

I want to see you so bad, Jungwon. 

Wonyoung looks at Jungwon helplessly – sobs racking his body. She reaches a hand out to comfort him, patting him on the shoulder gently. But it is no use. 

I’ll be watching you from above, Jungwon. I’ll make the cherry blossom seasons more beautiful than the last every time they come. I’ll paint you the prettiest rainbows in the sky. 

Go on and live happily, my love. 

Hey, Jungwon? 

I love you. 

He turns the page, and he finds that there’s nothing left. He looks at Wonyoung, bloodshot eyes and tears staining his cheeks. “That’s it? That’s all?” 

Wonyoung simply nods. Jungwon doesn’t know that today is the day of your surgery, and she is equally as worried. The poor girl is trying not to break herself, and seeing Jungwon so distraught makes her feel the need to fight back the tears stinging her eyes. 

“Is there anything else she said? Anything else I should know? Please, Wonyoung. Tell me.” Jungwon is desperate to just simply know how you are doing. He wants to know anything – it doesn’t even have to be anything important. A simple ‘fine’ would suffice. It has been months, but Jungwon knows that the wound over his heart is nowhere near healed. 

It still hurts, and it still stings. 

All day, and all night all he does is think about you. He wakes up, without you by his side – and he just feels empty. Sometimes, it affects him at work too – his colleagues notice that he’s “a little out of it”, saying that he doesn’t seem to be as focused as before. Something at home must’ve affected him pretty badly, is the gossip around the office. 

Everyone around him has noticed that he is not the same person he was before – maybe even just simply a shell of his previous self. 

He rarely smiles now. When he does, they seem forced. He always looks tired, dark eye bags under his eyes. Jungwon knows he should live happily, for you – but it is hard. It is a struggle. 

“She is… doing okay.” 

“Can I see her?” 

“She… doesn’t want you to see her in a state like this. I’m sorry, Jungwon,” Wonyoung looks down at her shoes uncomfortably. “And she fears that if she sees you… she’ll be too scared to go.” 

“Is there anything else?” 

Jungwon fiddles with the ring you had left on the nightstand. Wonyoung somehow just realises that this ring matches with the one that you have on your finger. The one you never take off. 

“Who gave you that?” Wonyoung asks curiously, gesturing towards the ring. Jungwon looks at it with a sad smile. “(Name). The day after we ended things.” 

“That’s interesting. (Name) has a matching one.” Wonyoung tells him, and Jungwon’s features soften. “Really?” he whispers. 

“Yeah,” Wonyoung nods. “I think… she might’ve gotten them to show her commitment towards you. You are her first and last love, Jungwon. You mean a great deal to her. She still loves you.” 

“And I still love her,” Jungwon sighs. “It has been months. (Name) has asked me to move on – and I am trying. Because she told me it was her last wish, but it seems… impossible to fulfil. How am I supposed to get over her?” 

Wonyoung has to tell herself that she can’t inform Jungwon about your surgery. As of right now, you’re probably in the operating room right now. She taps her foot on the marble floor anxiously – she really, really hopes that it will be a success. “You can… take your time. I understand it is hard.” 

“Not just hard, Wonyoung. Impossible.” Jungwon says. He flips back to the first page of the short book that you had left him, and starts reading it from start to finish. 

It details almost every single moment of your relationship, and Jungwon’s heart warms at the fact that you remember every little detail. 

Slowly but surely, every little thing started to remind me of you. Grey hoodies, the smell of fresh linen, small white dogs, and black beanies. Cherry flavoured lip balm, silver small hoop earrings, and stickers of Tamama. Black and white flannel shirts, expensive lego sets, and Mom is An Alien ice cream. 

But then I realised, everything started to remind me of you, because I found that I was always searching for something that reminded me of you. 

Somehow, you slowly made your way into my heart when I thought I had kept it sealed shut. I don’t know how you did it, but I am so grateful you did. 

“You’ll be okay, Jungwon.” Wonyoung watches him wipe his tears away once more. She takes out a packet of tissues from her purse, sliding it to him on the table. “I don’t know. Maybe. Thank you for the tissues, Wonyoung.” he says, taking out a tissue. 

He wipes his tears away, but they keep falling. 

“It’s okay, Jungwon. Just let it all out.” she says, patting his shoulder gently. 

Wonyoung nervously glances at her phone, waiting for any sort of news from your family to see whether or not the surgery was a success. 

She needs you alive. Jungwon needs you alive. 

Everyone you know needs you alive. 

TWENTY FOUR. 

“We just need her to wake up.” 

That is the first thing you hear when you wake up. 

You crack one eye open, and you feel the warmth of Chaewon’s hand in yours. You hear the nervous tapping of her shoes on the hospital floor, you hear the beeps of the machines you’re hooked up to, and you hear the chatter from your parents and Soobin in your room. 

“Please, (Name). Wake up. Please.” Chaewon murmurs, and you lightly squeeze her hand. 

Chaewon immediately notices. “(Name)?” She looks at you in awe, as you stare at her, mustering up a smile. You’re tired, probably because you just woke up from surgery – but you’re alive. 

You’re alive. You’re not with the stars yet. You’re here, on Earth. 

“She’s alive. She’s alive, Soobin!” Chaewon gasps, and Soobin immediately runs over to you. “(Name). (Name)! Oh my god. It worked. It worked.” he says, and he wraps Chaewon in a huge hug. The two of them are crying, and you smile weakly at them. 

“You did it, Soobin. You saved my sister.” Chaewon sobs, and you look towards your parents, who must be in shock. Your father and mother are both sitting there shock-still, mouth agape. “Uncle, Auntie. She’s alive. (Name) made it. She’s going to live.” 

Then, your mother lets out the loudest sob. You think that everyone in the hospital is able to hear it. 

“Oh my god, (Name).” your mother says, running over to you. She grabs your hand, holding it tightly. You’re too tired to say anything, so you just simply smile at her. You would wave, if she wasn’t grabbing your hands like her life depended on it. 

“How are you feeling?” Chaewon asks. 

Your mother lets go of your hands so you can give them a thumbs up. “She’s probably very tired, right now. We should let her sleep for a little bit.” Soobin tells your parents. He offers them some coffee at the cafe, to which they accept.

Before he leaves the room, Soobin gives you a soft smile. “See? Your brother in law did it.” 

Chaewon can’t help but look at him with adoration as he leaves. She squeezes your hands tightly, maybe even tighter than your mother did. “I told you not to give up hope. You’re alive. You get more time here.” 

You do get more time here. More time with your friends, more time with your family. 

You get more time with Jungwon. 

“Oh my god. We have to tell Jungwon, don’t we?” Chaewon says, and you grab her arm to stop her from getting her phone. You shake your head, telling her not now. Maybe in a bit. 

“Why?” 

You wave your hand to tell her that you’ll explain later, when you’ve regained enough energy to talk. You close your eyes, letting yourself drift away into a deep slumber. 

And for the first time, you’re not scared to close your eyes anymore. 

Your fear was forgetting about Jungwon once you passed away, and were in the stars. But now you don’t have to worry about that anymore, because you’re alive.

The universe had decided that it wanted you to stay for longer. That you deserved more time. And even though you’re still hooked up to these machines, you know that soon enough, after you’ve made much more progress with your recovery, the white walls in the hospital will become much less familiar than before.

You can go home. Back to Jungwon.

You finally get your normal life. Where you don’t have to worry about dying until much, much later. Where you can just stay in the moment, cherishing every single second, minute, and hour. 

You get to see more of those beautiful pink blossoms that you adore.

Soobin had done the impossible — he had cured what was thought to be an incurable illness. Chaewon is eternally grateful to him for that. 

“We can finally check off that bucket list, (Name).” Chaewon says, softly sobbing. “Every box will be ticked.” 

Soobin enters the hospital room with a cup of coffee, only to see Chaewon crying, and he quickly places the coffee down on the nightstand. “Chae, don’t cry.” he grabs a tissue from the tissue box, wiping her tears away.

“She’s alive.” Soobin says. “Yes. She’s alive. I didn’t think I’d get more time with her,” she cries, and Soobin holds her tightly. “Thank you for saving her, my love.” 

“I’m glad I was able to.” 

“Does Jungwon know?” Soobin asks, and Chaewon shakes her head, wiping her tears away with the tissue. “She doesn’t want him to know yet.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know. I think she thinks that it’s her way of keeping him away from suffering more pain because of her.” Chaewon replies. She really wishes that you’ll just…. tell Jungwon. But then again, she doesn’t know what it’s like to go through something like this. She can’t claim to understand, and she won’t either.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait, right?” 

TWENTY FIVE.

Your recovery goes well.

It’s been 4 months since your surgery, and Minji and Wonyoung haven’t told Jungwon that you’re alive yet. The boy still thinks you’re dead, according to Ricky.

For the first time after the surgery, you go out and see the cherry blossoms. This time, you go at night.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Chaewon asks, and you shake your head. “I’m okay, Chae. I can handle myself.” 

You’re wearing Jungwon’s grey hoodie, and a pair of black sweatpants. You’re dressed exactly like how he usually is, and you stuff your wallet and keys into the front pocket of the hoodie before you leave the house.

It’s colder tonight, the cold air nipping at your skin. You head towards the park where Jungwon had proposed to you. It’s a little further from your apartment now, because you had moved out of Jungwon’s place.

You don’t know why, but you feel like you might see him here tonight. 

You arrive, and the cherry blossoms are illuminated by the lights hung around the trees, just like the night Jungwon had proposed.

You take a deep breath in, taking in the fresh air. You’re alive.

You walk around the park, smiling to yourself. The smell of the cherry blossoms waft through the air, and oh, you’ve missed this. The only thing that’s missing is Jungwon by your side.

“I wonder how you’re doing,” you murmur to yourself. You act like Jungwon’s able to hear you, even though you know he isn’t. 

“Are you eating well? Are you sleeping well? How is your family? What about Maeumi?” you have tons of questions for him. 

“I survived,” you whisper. “Soobin finally found a way. I got the surgery, and my recovery is going well. I’m not in pain anymore, and I don’t have to take as much medicine. I didn’t give up hope.”

“We can finally have our forever, if you’re willing. I know I am.”

His apartment isn't far from here. Maybe you could walk there, and talk to him. But that’s probably not such a good idea. It’s the middle of the night, and he would most definitely be startled. 

The possibility that he’s moved on already also lingers in the back of your mind. You can only hope that what Wonyoung told you about him missing you is true, because then, you truly wouldn’t know what to do.

Or perhaps you should simply stay away. Wouldn’t coming back to him make things more complicated? 

Chaewon’s voice rings in your head. But he loves you.

What if he doesn’t anymore? 

Terrible thoughts like these run rampant in your mind, and you tell yourself to stop thinking so negatively. You are alive. Your time is not going to expire anytime soon, anymore. You have time to mend things, if he is willing to.

You really hope he is willing to.

You don’t know that Jungwon is also looking at the cherry blossoms too. 

Except, he is at a different park.

He is at the one closer to your house, the one where you two had met for the first time. He brings the ring with him — this is the first cherry blossom season he’s spent alone after you had left.

“I miss you,” he says to the trees. He acts as if they are you. “Is it comfortable up there? Are you happy?” 

“I got a promotion, by the way. Apparently, the last few years of my hard work really paid off. Oh, Ricky and Wonyoung got engaged, if you didn’t know that. I’m very happy for them.”

“Wonyoung told me that the ring you left had a matching one that you wore. That’s very sweet of you. I… never really take this one off. I’m trying to move on, but… it’s very hard. Please forgive me if I need some time. Much more time.” 

“I read your book to me, by the way. Hajoon says his friend published it, and it’s a big hit. I bought a copy of it for myself, too.” 

As a fully intact flower floats to the floor, Jungwon picks it up. He smiles at it, and tucks it behind his ear like you did. “I love you, (Name). I’ll go to the park where we met tomorrow. It will be a Saturday. I have time.” 

Jungwon walks back home, cherry blossom still tucked behind his ear. If people saw him like this, they might think he’s a little silly — but Jungwon doesn’t care. Nobody knows how much it means to him. Jungwon tells himself to go press the flower in a little book when he gets home, so he can preserve it.

He passes by the park where he proposed to you, and where you had ended things. He sees a figure wandering around the park wearing a big hoodie, just like he is, and he furrows his eyebrows. Perhaps that person likes seeing the cherry blossoms at night too. It is rather pretty, with the LED lights illuminating the pink flowers.

He heads back to his apartment, thinking nothing of it.

He doesn’t realise that the person is you.

And as you return back to your apartment too, you also don’t realise that Jungwon had walked right past you.

TWENTY SIX.

True to his word, Jungwon returns to that park on Saturday.

This time, he’s walking Maeumi. It’s a good day today, the birds are chirping and there’s not a single cloud in the sky.

Jungwon sees a lot of couples walking around in the park. That would’ve been you and him, if you were still here. He looks up at the sky again. Maybe you’re watching him from up there. He hopes that you are.

He can’t help but admit that he does feel the slightest bit of jealousy watching those couples walk around hand in hand. 

But he tells himself it’s okay. You wouldn’t want him to dwell on things like this.

Just like the day he met you for the first time after high school ended, there’s a peaceful quietness as he wanders around the park. The cherry blossoms this year are as beautiful as ever, and Jungwon knows that you’d just simply adore them if you were here to witness it.

“She’d love these, wouldn’t she, Maeumi?” he asks his dog. 

Jungwon looks for any flowers that might’ve floated to the pavement, fully intact. 

He can’t seem to find any, so he decides to wander off to another part of the park. It is pretty big, which is why a lot of couples come here for picnics during the cherry blossom season. He did that with you when you two were dating. 

But then Maeumi barks, and runs off. “Woah, Maeumi — what’s going on?” Jungwon follows his dog, sighing. “Maeumi, seriously, don’t run off—!” 

He stops in his tracks when he sees Maeumi run up to you. Just like the first time he saw you again after high school.

But there’s no way that’s you — because you’re dead. But then you look at him, and your eyes tell him everything. You look at him with love shining bright in your eyes, and oh, Jungwon’s missed seeing that look in your eyes. He’s missed seeing you. 

Jungwon must be dreaming. Or, either you’re a ghost — but Jungwon doesn’t really believe in ghosts, so perhaps he’s just dreaming. He pinches himself to the point it hurts, so he knows that this isn’t just a dream.

“Jungwon,” you breathe out.

Your voice is like the most wonderful piece of music to his ears. Tears sting his eyes — Jungwon has been crying a lot recently, but these ones aren’t sad tears. They’re happy tears. 

“(Name)? But.. you…” Jungwon can’t believe his eyes. You’re actually here. You didn’t die. But why did Wonyoung keep this a secret from him? And why didn’t you call? 

“I’m alive. I know… it’s shocking.”

“Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you say anything — how?” he asks, in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” you say, stepping closer to him. “I… didn’t want you to see me sick. But… I’m alive now. And… I got surgery. Soobin cured my illness.” 

Jungwon just wraps you in a huge hug, and he starts sobbing uncontrollably. “I missed you. I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you so badly it hurt, Jungwon. I never wanted to leave you — I… wanted that forever.” 

You look at Jungwon with tears in your eyes. “You’re not over me, are you?” 

Jungwon shakes his head with a small smile. “You know that I’d never get over you. Like I said… you’re the only one for me, (Name). Every day I’ve spent without you, I’ve still been thinking about you, dreaming about you. I’ve loved you since the 7th grade — I can’t let someone like you go so easily.” 

Jungwon feels that wound over his heart start to mend. You are here — you are alive, and that is all that matters to him. You have always been the one for him, and now knowing that he can indeed spend his forever with you fills him with so much joy he feels like he could just explode. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting surgery?” he asks, taking a hold of your hands.

“I couldn’t let you see me in that state. And there was no guarantee that it would work, and I didn’t want to give you any false hope that I would survive. Throughout our relationship I had already given you too much false hope. I’m really, really sorry about that. I just… can’t stand seeing you upset. And I know ending things like that must’ve been… so, excruciatingly painful. I’m so sorry, Jungwon.” 

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” he says. “We have time to… mend things, right?” 

“All the time in the world,” you affirm, a soft smile on your lips. “Of course, I will have the occasional check-up, and I’ll still be on some medication, but… no more hospital beds and machinery hooked up to my body so often.” 

“We can take things slow, Won. There’s no pressure. No clocks ticking. Just me and you. Oh, and I can’t forget about Maeumi.” you ruffle the dog’s fur, and even Maeumi seems overjoyed at your return. 

Jungwon can’t help but smile at you like an idiot. “What?” you ask, mirroring the look on his face.

“Nothing. I just can’t believe you’re actually here.” he says, and as he holds your hands, he feels the ring on your finger. He looks at it, and his smile gets even wider. 

He brings your hand up to his lips, and kisses the ring. “You know, I never took mine off.” he says, showing you his hand. 

“I never took mine off either,” you say. “I never wanted to.” 

Suddenly, everything is alright. Jungwon finds himself smiling again, and he finds that his gloomy mood has just disappeared, all because you’ve returned. Those 30, 40, 50 cherry blossom seasons will undoubtedly be shared with you. Your little forever suddenly does not become so little after all — the universe has given you much, much more time. Now, it is simply a forever.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungwon asks, and you nod. “Of course you can, Won.” 

And when he leans in, everything just feels right again. The cherry blossoms float in the air behind you, falling to the pavement. The chatter around you two is drowned out — it’s just you and him again, and nobody else. As if you two are in your little bubble. He still uses that cherry flavoured chapstick, you realise. 

He kisses you with such longing, and you do too. You have missed this, the feeling of his lips on yours. When you pull away, there’s a big, goofy grin on Jungwon’s face. “One more.”

You know this trick. But you let him trick you anyway.

Jungwon kisses you over and over again under the cherry blossom trees, your hearts both so full to the point you think it might burst at the seams.

You think your second romance with Jungwon will make you fall harder than the first time. The universe gives you two another chance, and you are nothing but grateful. 

You have time now.

And as you return to Jungwon’s apartment, the place you call home, you smile brightly at him. 

Aside from transience and ephemerality, cherry blossoms also signify a rebirth. In this case, a rebirth of your romance with Jungwon. A new start, perhaps. 

You both can finally live the life that you both pictured having. 

So, when he pops the question again, this time, you know you won’t hesitate to say yes.

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Love's Remedy, On Fire ༓ jjk (m) l ch. I

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,027

Warnings: jk is very cute and determined, jk a romantic, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), oc is not mean here but she teases jk, feat Jackson and Jae-beom, if i missed warning lmk!

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: um ok I swear this was supposed to be a pwp crack fic about jk wanting to get laid with a hat on. This turned into a very angsty but fluffy series and I'm sorry 😬 lmk what you think and tysm for reading! 💞 I know title is sucky

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Over the entirety of his nineteen years, Jungkook was pushed to prepare for one thing—college entrance exams.

It was a huge deal and getting into one of the leading universities in South Korea was a must for him. You see, the Jeons were nobody to laugh at with the bulk of them being high-ranking medical doctors, engineers, and lawyers. Continuing this legacy, therefore, was far from a choice, Jungkook had to follow suit.

When the results of the exams came back Jungkook passed with flying colors. It wasn't a surprise though since he spent all his time studying his ass off until the dawn. Jungkook indeed got accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul and his parents, teachers, and friends were quick to give their congratulations. He felt good too...no, he felt damn good.

Now he was here he was, standing in the middle of campus with his bag slung over one shoulder and a few orientation papers in his hand. It was still the first week of classes and he desperately needed to get to the science building. (He had chosen to follow his father's footsteps and go into biochem).

"Excuse me," he asks with nervous eyes and a wobbling lip. "Do you happen to know where the science building is? I'm late for class but I can't seem to find it."

The student he walks up to for directions looks about his age. He isn't sure if she's in her first year like him but she looks competent with the way she's standing, feet spread apart and a hand on her hip. The skirt she's sporting is incredibly short but the top is full length. She's smacking on hot pink gum as well, popping bubbles every now and then.

"Keep walking straight until you see the statue of President Kim, then take a right. The science building will be right there." You hardly spare him a glance but you make the mental note that he's cute with his fluffy black hair and big lost eyes. You consider asking his name but you shrug the feeling. He was cute yes, but he was too cute which isn't your type.

Jungkook gives a small thank you and walks off. Your directions are vague, but hopefully finding the statue will help him. After a few steps, he looks over his shoulder to see you laughing with your friend.

You have a gorgeous smile.

Probably the last time he'll see you though, he thinks. Jungkook isn't sure how he'd be with a woman given the fact he's never been with one. Surely he'd do better than half the dumbasses out there but guys like him don't stand a chance with a woman like you.

You look like you go for the experienced type and that wasn't him. He goes back to what he was doing, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Hey man, what's your name?" A young guy with bleached blonde hair slides into the seat next to him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one late. "I'm Jackson." The man goes in for a fist bump but stops when it's very obvious it won't be reciprocated.

"I'm Jungkook," he says, more concentrated on what his professor is saying than anything else. Jackson continues talking, however, despite his focused state.

"So, I'm assuming this is your first year?" Jungkook nods. "Me too. Where you from?"

"Busan."

"Cool cool, I'm from Hong Kong." Hearing this makes Jungkook shift his eyes over immediately. The last thing he expected was to meet someone from China. Was this Jackson dude just pulling his leg or was he being serious? Nevertheless, it intrigues him.

"I'm an exchange student." Jackson clarifies. "Always wanted to see what South Korea was like and I know Seoul's got a pretty thriving economy so..." He shrugs. "Figured I'd give it a go and my parents support it. As long as I stay on my doctor's track of course."

Well damn. A doctor was not what Jungkook assumed a guy like Jackson would be going for. This was a prestigious school but it's still a gen ed class they're in right now. Anyone from most majors could be taking it. If he had to guess, Jackson would be a businessman.

"Well enough about me though," Jackson quips. "What do you study?"

"Biochem. My dad works as a physician and my mom's a chemical engineer. I'm going for pharmacology."

"Shit bro," Jackson cusses freely. Jungkook doesn't mean to jump in response but he does. Being all formal talk at home, it's unventured territory. "You guys must be a family of geniuses. Wait...what's your last name?"

"Jeon?"

Jackson nearly falls back in his chair when he hears the name fall from Jungkook's lips. He covers his mouth with both hands to keep himself under wraps. "Are you serious? You're from the Jeon family? Fuck, man, I've been hearing about your family since I was a kid that's how influential your family has been in the medical industry."

Jungkook finds himself intertwining his hands. His family is well-established in what they do but it never occurred to him that they were that well-known. Sure his dad's been featured in a couple of magazines for his work and his mom's been given several awards for her research. But he didn't think they'd gone that publicly beyond their own town.

"Oh shit I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable talking about this? Promise you I'm not a creep or anything!" The urgency in Jackson's tone stirs up the classroom, peers looking over at the two of them in annoyance.

"Do you mind shutting up?" A chestnut-haired boy is the first to speak up. He looks thoroughly pissed, to say the least with his cat-like eyes narrowing at the both of them. "Some of us actually want to graduate here."

"Chill out man. We're sorry." Jackson gives Jungkook a small tight-lipped smile. "We'll talk later."

"We will?"

Jackson gives him a slap on the back. "Yeah it's a given. You and I," he gestures between the two of them. "We should stick together. Being that we're both new around here and we both studying med. Also, was going to wait to tell you but I wanna go to this awesome party that goes on that kicks off the year. You'd think I'd be confident to go by myself but if you're free, I could use a buddy."

A party. Some blonde-haired boy who could very likely become the center of attention wants him, Jeon Jungkook, to go to a party? Jungkook spends most of his time playing video games, studying chem tables, and watching p—well he shouldn't say that part out loud.

"If you don't want to then I get it." Jackson scratches his head. "I don't wanna pressure you or anything. We did just meet and I just thought you looked cool so...."

"Okay." Jungkook accepts before giving it much thought. Besides studying, he was told college was a time to also let loose and have fun. Freedom and all that. That's what his friends back home told him at least. They also mentioned getting laid but...who would give him that fat chance?

If anything, maybe he'll get a friend by going to this little party. Jungkook shoots a small smile in return.

"Okay listen," Jackson says, opening the door to his black Lexus. "I heard this party gets crazy so just be smart and don't get into too much punch."

Jungkook hops in the passenger seat. "But I love punch." He straps his seatbelt in, totally unaware of the punch Jackson"s referring to.

"It's spiked Kook. And I'm guessing your alcohol tolerance is pretty low?" Jackson twists the key and pulls out of the campus parking lot. He doesn't mean to be insulting or anything but his new buddy doesn't look like the party-hardy kinda guy.

In fact, Jungkook decided to....well, wear a hat to this gig. It's not a baseball cap, beanie, or even a greasy cowboy hat.

It's a sunhat. Black at least.

"By the way Jungkook. I don't wanna sound like a dick or anything but can you explain the thing on your head? Because the rest of you looks great, black dress shirt and jeans."

"Oh um." Jungkook rubs his hands on his thighs. He's embarrassed to tell Jackson the truth but he's his buddy now, right? Maybe this can be a bonding thing for them. "I thought it was cute? I mean I wanna...ah." Jungkook lets out a nervous chuckle.

"What is it, man? I promise I won't judge."

"I wanna," he starts again. "Uhm you see I heard that if you wear something out of the ordinary that people will like you more or something. Like they'll be interested..."

"Mhm, cute and out of the ordinary things huh? What kind of people are you trying to impress Jungkook?" Jackson gives a knowing smirk. Who knew his buddy schemes these kinds of stuff.

Jungkook speeds through the answer. "Grs."

"Say it properly and slower."

"Wanna get a girl....woman! I mean...a woman." Jungkook sheepishly grins at Jackson. Please don't laugh at me, he begs silently.

"You dog!" Jackson pushes Jungkook's shoulder. "My little buddy is a man, well well well. So are you looking for a girlfriend or something else?"

"Wife!" Jungkook bugs out his eyes, no hesitation at all. Jackson struggles not to give even the slightest snort. Didn't Jungkook know what kind of party this is?

"That's very sweet but this isn't the place you're going to find a wife, Jungkook. That's more like if we were going to a speed dating thing....this, this is a frat party, little bro."

Jackson pulls up to the front of the giant, lit-up house. They could hear electronic music blasting outside and all over the lawn were shirtless guys and scantily-dressed women. Some were off making out while others were drinking in groups.

Jungkook tenses at the sight. He used to fancy black tie parties where everyone is dressed to the hill and drinking is moderate. Jackson is right, he is not finding a wife here. Dammit. But he really doesn't want to give up his hat.

"Yo Jackson," a guy with pitch-black hair greets the man with a fist bump. So that's how it's done, Jungkook observes. "Glad you could make it!"

"Jae-beom, what's good man?! I wouldn't miss this party for the world. I brought a friend." He ushers Jungkook to come forward. "This is Jungkook. He's in my class."

"Nice to meet you Jungkook!" Jae-beom moves in for a fist bump which ends up making contact with Jungkook's fist. It's not as sharp as with Jackson but it's a fist bump. "I used to work with Jackson over the summer. Always stealing my tips this man!"

"Hey, I did not do that!" Jackson gives a hearty laugh and shoves Jae-beom hard enough for him to lose his balance a little. "You kept leaving for a smoke. I had to wait your tables half the time!"

"I wasn't going for a smoke Jack—woah hey baby. What's your name?" The man shifts his focus to the girl walking past them. She has bright red lipstick, a black crop top, and jean shorts.

"Fuck off." She snaps before looking at Jungkook. "Cute hat by the way."

Everyone looks at Jungkook at that moment who's motionless. They hope to god he says something back but he only stares. The girl smirks at him and quirks her head to the side. "What's your name? I gotta friend who'd be all over you in a heartbeat, though she'd never admit it."

Jackson throws a mouth over his hand, eyes wide in amusement. This girl did not just propose Jungkook, his buddy who's looking for a wife, to get off with her friend.

"Um...yeah no. No, it's okay but thanks." Jungkook can barely sound the words. This girl in front of him was really, really hot but intimidating. "Yes thank you but I'm looking for a..."

"Don't-" Jackson lunges forward.

"Wife." Jungkook smiles at the girl a little too angelically. "I'm Jungkook though. What's your name?"

The girl bites her lip. "Well, it's too bad then Jungkook. Because you're so fucking cute and I know you'd like each other. Why don't you meet her? Even if it's just to say hi?"

Jungkook looks at Jackson who only shrugs. "Up to you man."

Jungkook makes his way through the heavy crowd. He bumps into a few people on the way but thankfully he's able to still see the girl, apparently who goes by Crystal.

Jungkook isn't convinced it's her real name but if that's what she wants to be called who is he to dispute?

Once they get to the other side of the room, Jungkook spots a woman with a tight black dress on. It falls mid-thigh and has laced-up sides. When they near the woman Jungkook feels himself sweating bullets.

"__!" Crystal taps on your shoulder. "I brought you, someone, to meet. This is Jungkook!"

You turn around, drink in hand. You look fucking stunning. Jungkook can't believe it's you. He's seeing you again and he wishes he didn't wear this damn hat now! He goes to yank it off but Crystal stops him.

"Hey, the hat's cute. Keep it on!"

"I-but," he looks at you. "But it's making me hot." You're making me hot.

You give a shrug. "Do what you want Jungkook. It's your head at stake." You take a sip of your drink. You really did not expect to see the shy guy from this morning be at a frat party. "Good to see you again."

"Oh, you know each other?"

"We had a slight run in this morning. Baby had to get to the science building." You take a scan at what he's wearing. Black shirt that cuts at the elbows, denim jeans, and sneakers. Not bad compared to the sweater he was wearing this morning.

"I'm—I'm not a baby." Jungkook can't stop himself from feeling offended. Whether you meant it to be condescending or not, he doesn't want to be seen as a baby! Especially not to you. "I'm a man, okay? I go to the gym and stuff."

"Okay I'm sorry," you say. "I just call everyone baby. I didn't mean anything."

That doesn't seem to relax Jungkook. "I can lift a fuck ton of weights too." He stops once he hears himself cuss out loud. Usually, he does that in his head....goddamn it.

"Mmm," you step towards him, careful not to touch him. Usually by now you'd already be in the bathroom getting railed by some punk but not tonight. Jungkook has your attention. "Can you now? I'm not sure if I believe you. You're kind of a twig, not to be rude or anything."

Jungkook's face turns to a darker shade, eyes piercing into yours. "I can show you I'm not lying."

"Go ahead, do what you will." You fake a yawn until you find yourself suddenly in his arms. They're a lot stronger and more muscular than you thought. "Jungkook! Put me down!"

Everyone at the party starts staring over, giggling at each other. Jungkook gives a satisfied grin. "I have you in my arms, what are you gonna do now? Not believe me again?"

"I-" You're certain your face glowing with embarrassment. "Um no, I believe you Jungkook. Please, set me down."

"Not til you say it --." He challenges-brat. "Say I'm not a baby."

"Jungkook I told you I call everyone baby. It wasn't-okay you're not a baby. Obviously, you lift a lot now please put me down."

Finally, he does what you ask, a proud face on. His hat is a little crooked so you reach out and fix it. It's a reflexive response, you don't even know what you're doing let alone Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry your hat was just-"

"Please go out with me. On a date I mean?" He's so terribly timid but he can't help himself now. He had you in his arms and you're just so beautiful and charming. He needs to know more about you. It's a must.

"Well, I-" Everyone waits for your answer, very nosy clearly. You look at Jungkook with his big eyes and pouty lips. You don't wanna say no but relationships aren't your thing. And it seems that is defiantly all he's in for.

Jungkook's shoulders sulk. He isn't expecting a yes but he was hoping that maybe you'd give him a tiny chance.

"Come on __," Crystal whispers. "Look at him. Don't you think he's cute? Like really cute?"

You look at your best friend with weary eyes. He's so cute but, there's that but. That relationship but. He's going to be the type to want to do all the couple things and snuggle and everything. Jungkook needs someone who is willing to do all the stuff and you? You're not good at any of it.

"I'm sorry Jungkook," you start. "I don't know if-"

"One date __. If it's a no I won't bother you again. I just....I just think you're really gorgeous and I wanna get to know you. That's all." He takes the hat off his head, letting his fluffy hair run free. You kinda wanna touch it if it didn't makes things weird.

His words, however, make your heart thump the tiniest amount. The only time you've ever been called gorgeous is when guys try to get in your bed. It's all you've known other than maybe from a relative. Gorgeous is used pretty regularly, you know that, but this time it's used in an entirely different context.

"I'll tell you what," he says, pulling out his phone. "I'll give you my number and if you change your mind text me or call. I won't bug you and you can delete it right after this if you want, I promise."

You end up taking his number and Jungkook leaves to go back to his buddies. "You should go out with him __," Crystal says.

"I don't know." You watch him stride away. "I'll think about it."

A/N: what am i doing? Idk im running away now bye! lmk what you think and tysm for reading! Comment/ask to be on taglist 💞

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