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mammonshuman92 · 3 years

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- Homecoming - Pt.2

(Keishin x F!Y/N)

**TW: cussing, implied seggs

He stood up slowly and turned around. His eyes as big as saucers when they fell on you. Was he actually asleep right now, having the dream. This couldn't actually be happening..

You took a step forward and smiled. The same smile that was forever etched in his mind.

"Hi, Keishin. Long time no see."

"Y/N..?"

His heart hammered against his rib cage so hard the sound flooded his ears. For a moment, he was sure you could hear it too.

Is this.. real? I’m not dreaming..? This kind of crap doesn’t actually happen outside of cheesy movies..

But, much to his surprise, it was.

You were actually here, standing ten feet in front of him. How many times had he thought of this exact scenario? What was he supposed to say after ten years?

God, you were just as beautiful as you had always been, maybe even more so. Your eyes, big and full of life, still shined so brightly. You radiated warmth and light that was enough to put the sun itself to shame. He still couldn’t help but be captivated by you.

Pull yourself together, moron. You can’t just stare at her, she’s gonna think you’re a creep..

“Yeah, it’s me.” You said, nodding your head with a smile.

“Wow.. You look great.”

WHAT?! Why’d you say that?!

You giggled, “Thank you. I almost didn’t recognize you with the long hair. It really suits you though, I like it.” He was pretty sure he spotted a little pink on your cheeks, but couldn’t be sure since his brain had pretty much stopped functioning.

“Oh, t-thanks, um, w-what are you doing here? I-I mean, h-how are you?”

Smooth, dumbass.

His stuttering elicited another giggle from you. It was bubbly and bright and made his heart ache.

He held up a finger, gesturing for you to wait a minute. He took off his apron as he went behind the counter and hurried into the back room. He asked his mom if she would watch the shop so he could leave for a bit.

When he emerged a couple minutes later, you were still standing where he had left you. He was scared that when he came back you’d be gone, only having been a figment of his desperate imagination. But, there you stood, looking around the store. When your eyes fell on him, you smiled. The one that had both haunted him and brought him comfort the last several years.

“Sorry about that,” he began, as he rounded the counter and came closer to you, “Uh, do you maybe wanna take a walk? Or, I don’t know, get some coffee and catch up a little?”

“I’d like that.” You said with a smile.

“So, where were we?” Keishin asked nervously, mostly to himself. He was so flustered that he wasn’t acting like himself. His brain wasn’t working the way he needed it to. Hopefully you wouldn’t catch on. The last thing he needed was for you to think he was a weirdo.

“Well, I think you were trying to ask me how I’ve been but it kinda came out jumbled and messy.” You teased, pulling a groan out of him.

No, yeah. She definitely caught on. Is there a rock nearby I can crawl under..?

“Stop, I’m kidding!” You smacked his arm playfully before continuing. “Let’s see. I suppose I’ve been good. Went to college and got my degree in education. High school English to be exact.” You said, the two of you arriving at the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was just down the street and after ordering, you decided to sit outside at a small table under a tree.

“You always did want to be a teacher. So, uh, how about your s/o? What do they do?” He silently prayed to himself that you weren’t seeing anyone and that you also wouldn’t see through his not so graceful way of bringing it up.

You laughed, “I’m married to my career. Dating is...not for me.” Keishin silently let out the breath he’d been holding.

“What about you?” You asked curiously.

“Not really interested.” He said with a shrug.

“So, high school huh? Teenagers are quite a handful.” He said, changing the subject.

“That they are. You have a lot of experience with teenagers?” You asked, blowing on your coffee and taking a sip.

“Yes. Well, only since recently. I started coaching the boys volleyball team at Karasuno.” For some reason that little bit of information made you smile.

“You still play volleyball?” You asked, seeming excited.

“Yep, mostly coaching though. Besides, it kinda runs in the family.” You nodded in agreement.

“That it does. I actually ended up playing in high school and college.” He sat back a little in his chair, eyebrows raised slightly.

“Really? What position?” He asked, a little shocked.

You always played volleyball together growing up, but he thought you only did so because it’s what he always wanted to do. He didn’t think you actually enjoyed it.

“I was the Ace.” Your answer made him laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, feigning a pout. It only made him fall for you harder, if that were even possible.

“Nothing. Just, when we were younger you kinda sucked at it.” He confessed. You smacked his arm again.

“It was honestly one of the main things that reminded me of my time here.” You explained, tone becoming serious. You looked kinda sad as you reminisced.

Did she ..miss me too? No, she had a whole life here. Don’t get your hopes up..

“And, I got to learn from THE Ukai’s. It would’ve been a shame to let years of free training go to waste” You added sounding more upbeat, quickly changing the mood.

You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the tree the two of you sat under. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating your face, making you seem ethereal. He was positive he’d never see anything or anyone else as beautiful as you.

“So, what brings you all the way to Japan? How long are you staying?” He was kind of scared to ask. You just came back. He didn’t want to let go of you yet. Or at all, for that matter.

You sat back up, practically bouncing in your seat.

“Well, I accepted a job offer.” You said, prompting Keishin to pause for a minute.

“What?” His voice was barely above a whisper. His heart started beating faster.

“I actually got here a few days ago. I closed the deal on a house a few weeks back, but had to wait for all the paperwork to be finalized. I picked up the keys this morning.”

She's...moving back?

"Wow. Wait, when you say job offer..?"

"You're looking at the new English teacher at Karasuno High!" You beamed.

He didn’t know what to say.

He imagined you coming back countless times. But, now that it was actually happening? He was speechless.

“You’re coming back?” Was all he could manage.

You nodded, smiling at his obvious question, “Technically I’m already here, but yeah.”

“And you’re staying? You’re not gonna leave again?” He noticed your expression change slightly, a subtle look of sadness creeping in.

He didn’t intend for the last question to sound so desperate, but he couldn’t help it. He was desperate.

“I’m staying.” You said, nodding. Your voice was soothing, almost as if you knew why he’d asked.

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

“Who the hell..” He grumbled quietly, making you laugh.

He not so silently cursed whoever was calling and interrupting his time with you, as he dug his phone from his pocket.

Takinoue..

“What?” He hissed into the phone.

“Whoa, attitude. Just calling to see where you are, man. Everyone is waiting on you.”

“Huh?”

“The scrimmage game? With the boys team? Ya know, the one you planned weeks ago?”

Keishin checked the time, “Shit! Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He looked over, you looking back at him questioningly. He didn’t want to part ways with you just yet. There was still so much to catch up on.

“If you don’t have anything else planned, how would you feel about watching a game?” He asked as you both stood from your seats, hoping you’d say yes.

“And get the chance to see the newest Coach Ukai in action? Count me in.” You smiled brightly at him, his cheeks felt warm at your unexpected excitement.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s gonna watch the scrimmage game.” Keishin announced.

To say that everyone was surprised, was an understatement.

On one hand, the Association team members that also knew you, never would have expected that you of all people would be here and also be the reason Keishin was late.

And on the other hand, the boys team never expected to see their coach with a girl. Especially a pretty one.

“That’s her, Coach! The absolute goddess that was looking for you the other day!” Tanaka yelled, pointing at you.

“You’re right!” Nishinoya agreed, “Man, she’s way out of his league.”

You pressed your lips together trying not to laugh. Keishin glared at you, then at the two boys.

Daichi smacked both of them on the back of the head.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.” Suga said, bowing to you.

“Maybe I should’ve mentioned that Y/N, will actually be Ms. L/N to most of you, since she’s the new English teacher.” Keishin explained with a shit eating grin, thinking that they’d be embarrassed at the thought of talking to their teacher like that.

You put your hand up, waving slightly, “It’s nice to meet all of you. I look forward to having you in class.”

“We get to see her everyday?!” Noya asked, perking up.

“Did I die? Is this Heaven?” Tanaka added, looking toward the ceiling, hands in a praying position.

Two more smacks could be heard, as well as another apology from Suga.

The game was close, the neighborhood team holding onto a lead over Karasuno for most of the first match, but Karasuno pulled through and took the set. During the second set, neither team could get much of a lead over the other, Karasuno managed to break up the momentum though, taking a solid lead and winning the game.

“You coming for drinks?” Takinoue asked, stopping you both as everyone was leaving.

Just like every other game, the association team was going out for drinks at their usual spot. It’s pretty much a tradition now. But, this time you were here. He doesn’t want to forfeit a single ounce of time to anything else unless he absolutely has to. For the first time in such a long time he felt like the weight on his chest was gone, he could breathe again.

“Sure, that sounds like f-”

“We have plans.” Keishin interjected, giving his friend a look.

Takinoue looked at his friend a second, then nodded in understanding.

“Next time then.” He said, smiling at you before walking away to join the rest of the team.

When they were all far enough away, you turned to Keishin.

“So, plans huh?” You asked casually.

It was still kind of early when the game ended, the sun was just barely starting to set, the sky streaked with brilliant pinks and oranges as you left the gym.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, sorry. That was an excuse to get out of going with them. They can be kind a handful once alcohol gets involved.” He explained.

“Ah. Well, that’s probably best. I’ve got a lot of unpacking left to do anyway.” You groaned slightly at the thought of unpacking.

“Need any help?” He offered immediately.

“Really? No, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not, I’m offering. And anyway, we didn’t get a chance to finish catching up.”

You nodded, smiling, “Okay, we can order take out. I’ve also got beer.”

If you’d have suggested bobbing for electric eels, he would’ve done it. He would do anything to continue spending time with you, because after all these years he finally felt whole again.

“So, what’d you think of the game?” He asked, picking up a box labeled ‘glassware’ and taking it to the kitchen, setting it gently on the counter.

“I think you’ve done a great job with them, Keishin.” You said, getting bites of take out in-between the boxes you were unpacking in the living room, “Those first years are really something to be reckoned with.”

“That they are. Hey, maybe next time we scrimmage I can talk you into playing on the neighborhood team.” He said, as he re-entered the room.

“Maybe. I don’t want to hear any complaining when you lose though.” You said, smiling devilishly.

He laughed at you and picked up the box next to his feet, this one was unlabeled but had a volleyball sticker on it and random little doodles. Your eyes widened when you realized what box it was.

“I can take that one.” You said, crossing the room quickly. You tried not to be obvious, but it didn’t work. He could tell something was up.

“Oh, okay.” He said, extending the box to you. Before you could reach for it, he pulled it back, seeing something extremely familiar through the slightly opened box, he reached inside.

“No, wait!” You squeaked, turning red.

He pulled out a delicate gold necklace. The very one he’d given you as teenagers. The one with his name on it. He looked at you, holding it gently in his hand.

“You still have this?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, heart pounding away in his chest.

You sighed heavily, still blushing hard. Without a word, you opened the box in his hands the rest of the way, showing him the rest of its contents. He gasped lightly.

She kept it all..

The box was like a time capsule. CD’s you’d burned together for summer volleyball drills, movie ticket stubs from your first real date, notes passed in class, the stuffed iguana he gave you for your ninth birthday, and so, so many pictures from your childhood; birthdays, holidays, summer vacations.

There was something else in there under all the pictures. He dug to the bottom and found several dozen envelopes. All addressed to him. His eyes widened, slowly pulling them out of the box.

“Ah! I forgot those were in there!” You screeched, trying to get them away from him.

“Oh, yeah? Must be good if you’re this desperate to get them back.”

After struggling to jump up and grab the envelopes from him, where he held them above his head, you admitted defeat.

“Fine! You win.” You threw your hands up, walking into the kitchen “I need booze for this.” You muttered to yourself.

They were letters you had written to him after you left but never sent. They all seemed to be around the time you’d lost contact with each other. Dozens of letters, telling him how everything was going with starting over in America, how much you missed him and wanted to come back to Japan, ...how much you loved him. They held so many words of love, but also their fair share of sadness.

His heart hammered away in his chest as he skimmed over the letters.

She missed me too..

Although he hates to see that you were sad after leaving, it also makes him feel relieved. After the two of you lost contact, he was sure you’d just moved on with your life and had forgotten about him. In a way, he wanted that for you; to move on and live a normal happy life. But on the other hand, he hoped he stuck out in your mind, that you’d always love him like you promised you would, the way he loved you. The way he still loves you.

Calm down, idiot. We were teenagers then. Just because she felt that way at one time doesn’t mean she still does. It’s been a really long time.. she probably moved on...

“I was hoping to avoid this conversation..” Your voice startled him, unsure of when you re-entered the room. He looked up from the letters to see you leaned against the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room. You pushed off the wall and walked over to the box and picked up a handful of pictures, smiling as you flipped through the memories.

“Why didn’t you send them?” He asked curiously, scanning the letters again.

“I didn’t think you’d want them.” You shrugged.

“What made you think that?” He looked over at you.

“Well, it was after we stopped talking, I kinda just assumed you forgot about me.”

As if I ever could

“I thought the same thing about why you stopped talking to me. Looks like some serious miscommunication on our part.”

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, I guess so, huh?

“Kinda makes me wonder how things would’ve turned out had we stayed in contact.” He said.

There were so many things he wanted to say to you, wanted to tell you. The years of being miserable, trying to keep himself together with your memories. He swore that if he were ever given the chance to reconnect with you, he’d tell you everything he’s kept bottled up inside the last ten years.

Yet, here he was, in the exact situation he’d always begged the universe to give him, and all he was doing was trying to avoid anything that might make you disappear again. He was scared, terrified. He didn’t want to lose you again. He couldn’t lose you again.

But, he couldn’t live like this anymore. He couldn’t live another ten years like the last. He knew what he had to do.

He put the letters he had been holding back in the box gently, still holding the delicate necklace in his hand, he turned to face you.

Here goes nothing..

“Y/N, I love you.”

“What?” You choked out.

“I said, I love you. I never stopped, actually.” He began, your eyes widening in shock.

He took a deep breath then let it out slowly before continuing.

“The day you left was the worst day of my life. After I didn’t hear from you anymore, I thought you had moved on. I thought about going to the US a few times to find you, but I didn’t want to disrupt your life. If you were happy, then I could be happy for you. Even if it wasn’t with me. Not a single day has gone by when I didn’t feel like part of my soul was missing.” He confessed.

“I’ve been wishing for the opportunity to see you again, to tell you everything. I don’t expect you to feel the same, you don’t even have to talk to me anymore if it’ll be too awkward, but I needed you to know.”

“Keishin..”

“I know it’s a lot, and I’m really sorry to just dump it all on you..” He kept rambling.

“Keishin.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Do you want me to leave? I’m gonna leave.”

“Keishin!” You yelled, finally getting his attention.

He stopped his nervous rambling and looked at you. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“I had been looking at houses in this area for a while and I checked out the school just out of curiosity. When I saw the opening for an English teacher, I jumped on it. It felt like a sign, as cheesy as that sounds.” You laughed.

“I didn’t really think any of it through, I just...did it. It wasn’t until this morning when I was walking to the shop when I thought that maybe I messed up..”

“Messed up?” He echoed, prompting you to keep going.

You nodded sheepishly, “I wasn’t sure what I was going to walk into. I didn’t know if you were married and had a family, or if you were even around here anymore. I actually turned to leave after I came in because I was too nervous to follow through with it, but then I heard your voice and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you.” You moved closer, stopping only a few feet away from him. “What I’m trying to say is, I never stopped either. Never stopped thinking about you, missing you..loving you. I, too, haven’t had a day go by without you being on my mind, without wanting to see you again and tell you how much I still love you.”

He closed the small gap between the two of you, staring into your e/c eyes. He reached both hands behind your neck and fumbled with something for a moment. You felt a new, added weight. He removed his hands, one moving to the pendant that first adorned your neck so long ago. He smiled as he ran his fingers across his name.

“I wore it everyday for a long time, but the chain eventually broke. Once I got it fixed I put it up so nothing else would happen to it.” You explained, heart racing. Your cheeks felt hot and your breathing was a little fast because of how close he was.

He moved his hand from the pendant to the side of your neck, thumb resting on your jaw. His free hand resting gently on your waist. He leaned down until his face was just inches from yours.

“Since the summer before fourth grade and even now, it’s only ever been you. It will always be you, Y/N.” You stared into his eyes as your own became glassy, your cheeks turning red.

“Can I?” He whispered, glancing down at your lips, then back up to hold your gaze again. You nodded eagerly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers quickly finding their way into his hair.

He wasted no time, pressing his lips to yours in an instant, you let out a tiny whimper. You both had only dreamt of this moment for so long, now that it was actually happening it felt so surreal. Your lips moved together in perfect synchronization as you stayed tightly pressed to one another, terrified that you’d wake up from a dream if you were to let go. What lasted only a few minutes, felt like hours. You were in heaven.

When you finally broke apart, drunk on one another and breathless, you rested your forehead on his, soaking up the moment.

“I love you, Keishin. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” You cooed.

“Marry me then.”

“What?” You pulled back to look at him, expecting him to be joking but he was absolutely serious.

“I was lucky enough to get a second chance and I’m not going to waste it. So, instead of wearing it on a necklace, I’ll get you a ring and it can be your name too.” He was beaming. He hadn’t been this happy in so long. He felt so light, full of love and life.

You nodded vigorously, unable to form words because of the growing lump in your throat. He pulled you in tight, pressing his lips to yours once again. The rest of the night was spent catching up. In more ways than one.

When he awoke the next morning, tired yet well rested, with you curled up sleeping peacefully at his side, he realized that he didn’t have his usual nightmare. And he never would again, thanks to you. He was finally at peace.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #ukai keishin #keishin x y/n #haikyuu ukai

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⚘ Head Pats (Koushi Sugawara)

Genre: Angst, Drama, Slice of Life, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 4,335 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Sugawara ☁

World: Haikyuu ☁

Prompt(s): A fell down while gaping at B after seeing them for the first time. / “I caught your cold.” / Single Parent AU ☁

Author’s Note: So, this started off pretty nice I think but it kinda just spiraled into a trainwreck of a fic xDD Ahem, anyway. This was written for the weekly-prompt (07/29/20) over on @hqbookclub ‘s discord server – you should check it out if you haven’t 😉 Also, people are probably gonna say Suga is OOC in the middle but meh. I warned you that it was a train wreck pft

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“You have to come!” Kageyama demanded, his hand clasped tightly around your wrist as he pulled you toward Karasuno’s gym.

“Not like you’re giving me much choice here,” you sweatdropped.

“Good!”

The two of you had been friends since you were both in diapers and, even though you didn’t really like him at first, your mothers forced the two of you to play together so they could watch their shows and fawn over the handsome actors. He soon became like a brother to you, but you ended up moving away at the start of middle school, leaving him to become the lonely king. Now, you were attending the same high school as him and he was determined not to let you slip away again.

“Go wait at the gym,” he pointed across the way. “I have to get changed.”

“Sure~” You headed toward the large gymnasium, cautiously peeking around the open doors. Several boys were already inside practicing and, while you had seen a couple of them around the school, you didn’t know any of their names.

A large hand rested on your head, ruffling your hair. “Why are you here?”

You scowled, shoving Tsukishima’s hand away. He knew you hated it when people touched your head, which is why he did it every time he saw you. “Tobio wanted me to watch him practice.”

“Who?” He deadpanned before smirking, his eyes shining. “Oh, right. The blueberry.”

You rolled your eyes. “Nice playground insult, Tsuki.”

“Thanks, shorty.” He reached for your head again but you stepped away from him, sticking out your tongue.

“We can’t all be string beans!”

The sudden yell caught the attention of Sugawara who worried that a fight was about to take place. When his eyes landed on you, though, he felt his heart blossom. He was a strong believer in love at first sight and when he looked upon you, he could picture spending the rest of his life at your side. He needed to know your name, to hear your voice again, but when he started toward you, he was far too preoccupied to notice the ball directly in his path.

His foot landed on the ball and with a yelp, his other foot slipped out from beneath him, sending his thin body crumbling to the gym floor in a heap of embarrassment. Witnessing this event, you rushed over to him, eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

As he looked up at you, the bright lights shined down over your body and he wondered if you were actually an angel that had been placed on earth just for him. Your voice was like music to his ears and your concern made warmth spread throughout his body. He almost didn’t feel the throbbing at the back of his skull.

You frowned when he didn’t reply, glancing up at the other boys as they gathered around to check on him. “I think he hit his head, senpai. He might have a concussion.”

Sugawara took a breath, forcing a smile as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “No, I’m okay. Sorry for the commotion.”

“Are you sure, Suga?” Daichi wondered, not missing the faraway look in the setter’s eyes.

“I can take him to the nurse,” you offered just as Kageyama stepped into the gym, his mood darkening when he heard the comment. You huffed, sending him a glare. “He’s hurt, Tobio, don’t you give me that look!”

“Oooooh! You got told!” Tanaka laughed obnoxiously, pointing at the first-year.

You gently took the fallen boy by the arm, helping him up to his feet. He swayed a bit, nose wrinkling as the world around him spun. “Just put your weight on me, okay?” You moved his arm so it was around your shoulders before holding him by the waist, guiding him out of the gym.

Feeling your body so close to his made his heart race, pale cheeks lighting up like a rose in freshly fallen snow. It was hard to focus on anything with his head throbbing so painfully, but having you at his side helped to keep him grounded. “Are you a first-year?”

“I am!” You chirped happily. “My name’s Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, senpai.”

He loved your cheerful attitude, reminding him of the sun on a warm, summer afternoon. “Koushi Sugawara, third-year. It’s nice to meet you, too, Y/N.” Your name was like pure honey on his tongue and he doubted he would ever grow tired of saying it. “You should come watch practice more often.”

You hummed, sending him a playful smile. “Only if you promise to be more careful.”

His hand lifted to rest on your head before he could stop himself. “It’s a deal,”

Normally, you would have smacked away the hand of anyone that touched your head because you just hated the feeling, but it was different when he did it and you weren’t sure why. Instead of feeling annoyed, you felt calm and comfortable, as if you were completely safe from the darkness of the world. You would never admit it, but you really enjoyed it when he rested his hand on your head.

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When your alarm went off, you had to struggle to pull yourself out of the bed. Your entire body felt sore, your nose so stuffed up that no air could flow through, and your throat was burning. You knew you had caught a cold, you’d been feeling the symptoms for a couple of days now, but you just couldn’t stay home. Karasuno was finally going against Nekoma and you had promised both Kageyama and Suga that you would be there cheering them on.

As you stumbled down the stairs, clothes on backward and ruffled beyond repair, your mother knew you were not okay. One look and he was ordering you back to your room without even listening to your pleas. You were given no choice but to crawl back under the covers, but you grabbed your phone and brought up Tobio’s name, typing a simple message to him: ‘Sick, can’t leave house, sorry :(‘

Your eyes were starting to droop despite how hard you tried to fight against it, a yawn breaking through your lips. Just as you clicked on Suga’s name, sleep claimed you, the phone falling from your grasp and onto the mattress.

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Sugawara was feeling nervous, but it wasn’t because of the game against Nekoma. He had been up most of the night trying to work up his nerve to finally ask you out and today, after the match ended, he fully intended to do so. The problem? The game was about to start but you were nowhere to be found. He checked his phone in case you messaged him, but there were no missed calls or messages. Had something happened to you? Were you just not interested in watching the match?

As the battle between the two teams wore on, he found it harder and harder to focus. He was worried that you had gotten hurt or lost and, as much as he hated the idea, he finally decided to approach Kageyama after the matches concluded. “Have you heard from Y/N?”

Kageyama’s eyes met his, narrowed with annoyance because of the match results and because you hadn’t shown up. “They’re sick,”

“Oh. I see, thank you.” Suga smiled, but he was feeling hurt. Why hadn’t you messaged him, as well? He thought the two of you had gotten pretty close since first meeting each other, but maybe he was wrong. Even so, he headed straight to the store so he could buy some medicine, vitamins, orange juice, and some chocolate before heading over to your house.

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The sound of the doorbell cleared your sleep and you pushed yourself up with a yawn. You still felt like absolute trash, but at least you could partially breathe through your nose now. Had your brother gone out? Should you get up and check who was at the door? A gentle knock at your bedroom door broke your train of though.

“Come in,”

The door pushed inward, revealing Sugawara with a soft smile and a plastic bag full of items. Despite the small smile that graced your lips, he could tell how bad you felt and it made his heart squeeze painfully. “Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

“Suga~” You chirped happily, your voice slightly hoarse. “I’m okay, it’s just a cold, I think.”

He settled himself on the side of the bed, turning his body to face you as he set the bag down in front of him. “I got you some things to help you recover quickly.”

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you, senpai.” Warmth flooded your cheeks as he pulled out a small beanie baby – a tiger with blue fur clutching a volleyball between its paws. You took it with renewed vigor, holding it to your chest. “It’s so cute!”

“I’m glad you like it!” His eyes shimmered with happiness as he watched you. Even sick, you were so beautiful to him. It wasn’t the ideal circumstance, but he needed to tell you before he lost his nerve. “Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.”

You frowned at his serious expression. “Is it about missing the game? I’m sorry! I really wanted to go, but my brother wouldn’t let me.”

“No,” he chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head to calm you down. “I need to tell you something important, Y/N, so please listen closely.” He took a deep breath. “I lo -”

The door slammed open and a tall blonde came sauntering into the room with a lit cigarette between his lips. Sugawara recognized him instantly because the boy had been kicked out of Karasuno high at the start of the year for headbutting the teacher and breaking her nose.

He smirked at you, his body plopping down onto the beanbag chair placed on the floor across from your bed. “Hey, babe. You well enough to bang, yet?”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, making you feel a bit dizzy. “T-Tohru! Don’t just say things like that! And you know my brother doesn’t allow smoking in the house.”

“That a no?”

“It’s a no!”

Sugawara could not express the sheer amount of anger coursing through his body at that moment. You had a boyfriend? Not just that, but seemed like a complete tool and he had been proven to be violent. He wanted to be happy for you, he truly did, but how could he? He didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or cry.

You glanced at the grey-haired boy, frowning at the way his hands curled tightly into fists. “I’m really sorry, senpai. Tohru is just… eccentric.”

“I-It’s okay,” he forced a smile, having to remind himself to breathe.

“Hah? Who’s this skinny loser?” Tohru exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyeing the other male. “Trying to weasel in on my bitch while they’re sick?”

Suga’s eyes flashed with anger. “How can you talk like that about your partner? I was checking on them because I care, but if I were trying to take them, you can bet that I would treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated!”

Tohru stood up, eyes flashing with amusement as he crushed the cigarette into the carpet. “Oh, did I strike a nerve? Haha.”

Suga also stood up, chest to chest with the male as he stared him down without fear, despite the blonde having bigger muscles than himself. His mind was being fueled by pure emotion at this point and he didn’t even stop to think about the words leaving his lips. “Y/N, you need to make a choice – me or this delinquent.”

“Oh no, he called me a delinquent.” Tohru mocked with a laugh. “I’ve been called a lot worse!”

Your body had started to shake as the stress got to you and you were terrified that they were about to start exchanging blows. Tears stung at your eyes, easily overwhelmed due to your current illness. “Please leave…”

Tohru laughed again. “You heard ’em. Get lost, loser.”

“They were talking to you.” Suga spat. “Right, Y/N?”

“Get out,” you sobbed, clutching at your throbbing skull. “Get out, both of you!!”

Suga’s eyes widened in surprise, snapping to your shivering form. As he came to realize what kind of state you were currently in, guilt flooded him, easily overtaking the annoyance he felt toward the blonde. What was wrong with me? He never acted this way, so why now? He took a step toward you, his voice soft. “Y/N -”

“Just leave!”

Hearing the commotion, your brother came rushing into the room. Upon seeing the state of his younger sibling, he instantly switched into big brother mode, an angry expression overtaking his face. “What the hell is wrong with you two?! Upsetting a sick person like this, you should be ashamed! Get out, now!”

Tohru scoffed, sending you a glare as he stuffed his hands into his baggy jeans, muttering under his breath. “You were a shitty lay, anyway.”

Suga narrowed his eyes at the retreating blonde, gritting his teeth to keep his temper under control. How could he say such a thing about you? Was that all you were to him? Just someone to sleep with?

He wanted to say something to you, anything, but his vocal cords had given up on him. Suga could only send you an apologetic bow before leaving the house without a word.

After escorting the two from the house, your brother returned to your side, pulling you into his chest as he tried to calm you down.

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A couple of days had passed and Sugawara found himself bedridden, having somehow caught your cold. He believed it was karma for what he had put you through. How could he have been stupid enough to let his emotions take control of him? Whether he approved of Tohru or not, you were dating him and Suga had verbally assaulted him and even went so far as to make you choose between the two. He felt so disappointed in himself.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door and he shot up, his heart racing. Had you come to visit him? “Come in!”

The door shot open, revealing Tanaka and Noya who ran toward the bed as they cried dramatically about how badly they missed the setter. Daichi and Asahi weren’t far behind, closing the door behind them so the second-year’s wailing wouldn’t disturb the rest of the household.

“How are you feeling, Suga?” Asahi asked kindly.

“I’m fine,” he responded, lips tugging down. “Have you talked to Y/N?”

A tense aura settled over the four boys as they exchanged looks with one another. Daichi cleared his throat, taking a seat at the desk. “Y/N… left Karasuno yesterday.”

“W-What? Why?!” Suga demanded, eyes wide as his hands clenched the comforter tightly within his fist.

“No idea,” Noya huffed in annoyance, folding his arms over his chest. “We only found out because the first-years were ganging up on Kageyama, demanding to know why they left and where they went. He refused to answer!”

“I tried calling them, but their number is disconnected,” Tanaka added with a frown.

Daichi watched the sick boy closely and with concern. He was the only one that knew about what had happened at your house and he knew Sugawara would be blaming himself for you leaving. He cleared his throat, trying to lighten up the mood. “I’m sure it’s just a family issue. Maybe they’ll be back!”

And Suga held onto that hope for a while, but as months passed by without a word, he knew you had no intention of returning. He was left feeling like a piece of him was missing, as if you had taken a chunk of his heart when you left.

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It’s been about six years since Sugawara last saw you, but never stopped thinking about you, wondering what you were up to and if you were doing okay in life. He wished he could see you again just to know that you were doing okay, but Kageyama refused to tell anyone where you were and refused to give out your number. Still, the grey-haired boy never gave up on trying to find you.

He had the day off today, so he decided to head down to the street market to restock his fridge for the coming week. As he walked down the street, examining the various stalls, he felt something hit the back of his legs and, when he glanced down, he found a small, blonde boy that couldn’t be more than four or five-years-old. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be looking for the boy.

“I’m sowwy, mwister.” The boy apologized, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Suga smiled kindly as he kneeled down in front of the boy. “Ne, where are your parents? You shouldn’t be walking around alone, it’s dangerous.”

The boy pointed a pudgy finger in the direction he had come from. As if on queue, you pushed through the throng of people, breathing heavily as your eyes frantically scanned the area. When you finally found the boy, you rushed forward, pulling him into your arms before your knees even hit the pavement.

“Kousuke, I told you to stop running off!” You scolded, feeling relief flood you as you rested your hand on the back of his head. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“Sowwy, mama.” His fingers curled around your sweater.

Sugawara couldn’t believe his eyes. You had clearly gotten older, but it was most definitely you, even more beautiful than you had been in high school. His voice was breathy, “Y/N?”

You knew that voice well, even after all of these years. Your head shot up, eyes locking with his olive-colored ones in disbelief. “Suga-senpai?”

He chuckled. “I’m not your senpai anymore~”

“Ah, right.”

“Mama, I’m hungry!” Kousuke pouted, tugging on your sweater.

You tightened your grip on him so he wouldn’t fall as you stood up, holding the boy against your hip. “What would you like to eat, darling?”

“Cheejburg!”

“Okay~ We can get cheeseburgers.” You chuckled, turning your attention back to Sugawara. “Would you… like to join us?”

“Sure!” His heart picked up speed and his mind was running wild as he followed you down the street toward the burger place. There were so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he had to wait. This was his second chance to connect with you and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

After getting the food, the two of you took a seat outside in the play area so Kousuke could run around and play while eating at his own pace. You smiled as you watched him, sipping on your soda. “It’s been so long since I last saw you, it feels kind of awkward.”

Suga nodded, shifting in his seat. “Yeah, it goes. How have you been?”

“Um, I’m doing okay, living life day-to-day.” You smiled softly. “What about you?”

“I’m doing well. I’m working as an elementary teacher.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” you smiled. “I guess my son will be seeing you soon, then~”

His smile dropped a bit at the mention. So he was your son. Did that mean you were married? Happy with some other man? “I’m surprised… that you have a child.”

“Yeah…” You breathed out, playing with the fries in its paper holder. “It was pretty… unexpected.”

Sugawara’s brain was working in overdrive, the pieces clicking into place. It was all starting to make sense to him now. With wide eyes, he asked, “That’s why you left school… you were pregnant.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you nodded. “I was really stupid and I made a mistake… but I don’t regret it because I love my son.”

“Are you still with the father?”

Your mood suddenly shifted as you leaned back in your chair, huffing out in annoyance. “No. As soon as he found out I was pregnant, he disappeared. He won’t even talk to his son!”

“Tohru?”

You nodded, your mood shifting again as you calmed down. “You were right about what you said. I just wish I had heard that before letting him talk me into sleeping with him. I was so stupid.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you watched Kousuke running around with the other kids, squealing happily. Every few minutes, he’d come to the table to get a bite of his burger before dancing on the spot as he chewed. Once he swallowed, he would run off to rejoin the others.

“Senp – ah, Sugawara-san, can I ask you something?”

“You can call me Koushi,” he smiled softly. “And yes, you can ask me anything.”

“Koushi-san,” you tested his first name on your lips and smiled at the warmth you felt. “That day when you came to visit me… you said you wanted to tell me something. You probably don’t even remember, but I think about it sometimes. Do you remember what it was?”

Of course, he did. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. It’s not every day that you try to confess to your first love, after all. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Will you tell me?” You glanced at him through your lashes, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so nervous, but you just assumed that it was because so much time had passed since you last met.

He debated with himself for a moment, wondering if he should. His feelings certainly hadn’t changed – he was very much still in love with you, but what would you think? Would you see it as creepy for him to have harbored these feelings all these years? You weren’t married, but what if you were seeing someone or interested in someone? He didn’t want to ruin that.

“Mama!” Kousuke appeared at your side, tugging on your sweater with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. “I’m tired,”

You glanced at your watch. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s past your nap time!”

Sugawara cleaned up the table as you picked up your son and, together, the three of you left the burger place, heading toward your apartment building. It wasn’t long before Kousuke was asleep against your shoulder, making Suga giggle quietly.

“He’s so cute,”

“I know, right? Thankfully, the only thing he got from his father was the hair.”

“He definitely favors you.” He couldn’t help wondering if you were that cute when you were a child and his hand reached up, resting on the top of your head. Nostalgia filled you as you thought back to the simple times of high school and you briefly wondered where it had all gone so wrong, but then he removed his hand and you were brought back to reality.

Your apartment was located on the second floor and Suga had to take your keys so you didn’t wake up Kousuke. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

Suga watched you disappear down the hallway before looking around the apartment with a frown. The furniture was worn and looked old as if it had been owned a few times before finding you. The place itself was pretty small and the neighborhood wasn’t the best. Were you struggling to live? If you were a single mother, it made sense. Were you working as well as raising your son?

“Would you like something to drink?” You inquired, heading toward the fridge.

“Ah, no thank you. I’m okay.” He took a seat on the couch, noting how it dipped lower than it should have, indicating that it lacked support.

You nodded, closing the fridge as you sat on the wooden chair that sat diagonal from the couch. “Sorry, I know it’s not much…” You rubbed the back of your head, embarrassed. “It’s all I could afford.”

“Are you struggling with money?” He frowned.

“Ah, no! I mean, money is kind of tight, but it’s okay.” You smiled. “I just got hired for another job today, so I’ll have more income coming in.”

“Another job? How many do you have?”

“Three now!” There was pride in your tone because you were working hard to provide for yourself and your son.

Sugawara didn’t like what he was hearing. Yes, you were working hard to get by, but he worried that you were working too hard. If you spent all your time working three jobs, how could you spend time with Kousuke? His eyes met yours as he shifted his body to face you. “Move in with me,”

You were surprised by the request and the determination within his eyes. “T-That’s really not necessary…”

“You wanted to know what I was going to tell you that day, right?”

“Yes?” Your brow furrowed. Why was he changing the subject?

His hand found yours, fingers lacing together. “I was going to confess to you.”

Blood rushed to your face, but you couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. “You… liked me?”

“I love you,” he confessed softly. “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you and that hasn’t changed. You don’t have to return my feelings, but will you consider moving in with me? I want to provide for you and Kousuke.”

You swallowed hard, taking a breath to calm your racing heart. “I don’t love you, Koushi.” His lips parted but you held your hand up to stop him. “But I did have a crush on you back then and I… I think I could fall in love with you, if you want to take that chance?”

“It would be my pleasure, Y/N.” Sugawara’s face brightened as he stood up, pulling you into a hug. You returned it without hesitation, unable to suppress a smile as his hand found its spot on the top of your head.

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boymeetsweevil · 7 years

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Sleepovers with sleepy BTS

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Really affectionate when he’s sleepy despite the fact that he’s probably pretty tame with PDA

He rests his head on the wall while you fumble with the keys to your apartment, but then he steps behind you to back-hug you and hurry you up

Continues to walk around the apartment glued to your back and occasionally rubbing his hands unconsciously across your stomach, while you turn your lights off and close windows etc.

Surprisingly, Jin sleeps in his undies year round on his days off, unless its crazy cold. But that only happened once during a winter when your heater was broken and he got so fidgety wearing the flannel that you just wrapped him in a second sheet as a compromise.

Sleeps on his tummy most of those nights, so you get access to the broad expanse of his back. His skin is usually a little pinker and warmer from the shower he took earlier and he smells like whatever Lush product you currently have in your bathroom. He smells like the color pink and that’s such a fitting thought that you just have to press kiss to the back of his neck.

On the late nights when he comes back to your place late after quickly showering at the dorms he collapses on the bed face first and starts snoring

Usually you’re also tired, so you’re tempted to leave him like that but you know it can’t be comfortable wearing the thick pullover and sweats he has on. So you wake him up to tell him you’re gonna help him and he awkwardly sticks his legs out which isn’t helpful Jinnie, but okay

In the mornings he always makes the same joke about "Jagiyah! Someone stole my clothes *windshield wiper laugh*”

Min Yoongi (Suga):

You two have your schedules/calendar apps synched

Leaves a paper bag filled with bath bombs and specific data written in chicken scratch. Your roommate is too scared of Yoongi to open the bag and always wonders if that date is the date you die

Yoongi has a key to let himself in and run the bath if your calendar says you’ll be home after him

You sometimes come into your bathroom and find him with the tub filled to the brim, steam billowing around him, with a towel on his face and taking a nap. You yell at him about water safety while you take your work clothes off and he just beckons you blindly from under the towel to come in already

AFTER THE BATH: He always wants you to get in bed first so he can flop on top of you

Uses your chest for his pillow, wedges his icy hands under you and up the back of your sleep shirt. Sometimes he composes pieces using your spine as the piano keys and you squirm because “Yoongi, that tickles”.

Wants you to tell him about your day. You always think he’s isn’t listening/fallen asleep but if you stop talking he’ll slightly move his head and slow blink up at you like a cat and give you an inquisitive look

Won’t ever ask (because he’s stubborn) but will give a low groan if you play in his hair and give your rib cage a firm squeeze as a silent ‘don’t stop’

Will snore if you scratch at the base of his neck and deny it the next morning

Jung Hoseok (JHope)

Showers at the dorm after dance practice but comes straight over to your place. He always leaves your pillows smelling really good because his shampoo is so fancyyyy

You’ll be in bed with a book or laptop or something and you’ll hear the door open and he’ll trudge over like a zombie, but he’ll have this pleased sleepy look when he sees you fold back the covers on his side

But LOL his side is your side, meaning he rolls over to lightly hook one arm around your torso and rest his head on your shoulder. He’s touchy-feely so he’d probably run his hand up and down your sides until you put a bookmark in your book or logged out of Netflix.

Will probably try to watch what you’re watching or read over your shoulder, but he gets too drowsy and goes back to just petting your sides and humming a little.

Hobi would probably whine a little until you got the hint to rub his back

Will try valiantly to stay awake so he spend as long as he can talking about how much he missed you and how the next day he has off he’s taking you to Gwangju with him to eat some food with his parents and play with Mickey

Falls asleep mid sentence. Snuffles in your ear when he’s dreaming

Installed a tiny, nondescript night light in your bedroom because

1) he’s a before-bed-water-drinker and he keeps banging his precious dancer’s toes on your furniture in the dark on the way to the bathroom

2) Probably low key scared of the dark

Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Comes over for naps at random times. But mainly late nights after practice because your place is close to his favorite chicken spot and he gets late night munchies real bad

Is quite the night owl so he will want to stay awake and talk even after the chicken is gone.

Lays his head in your lap when you sit on the couch. His legs probably hang off the side.

You take off his beanie and brush your fingers through his hat-hair while he tells you about this novel he’s been trying to finish when he has free time

He yawns a lot but that doesn’t do much to interrupt his critical analysis of like the use of different fish to code for repressed sexual desires or something...

Falls asleep as soon as he isn’t talking, which is whenever he asks you what you think of the book or movie he was just waxing poetic about

At like 2:35am you poke gently at the spot where one of his dimples is to wake him up and he makes a REALLY CUTE noise and his hands fly to the waistband of your pants while he tries to bury his face in your stomach

Its really hard maneuvering his beanpole self over to your bedroom, but he moves himself onto the bed face first and that’s that.

Probably sleeps on top of the covers unless you paw at him to move so you can wrap him up.

Joon is a wild sleeper so you have to sling an arm across his chest or shoulders so that he doesn’t smack you in the middle of the night. He tries to gather you to him in the middle of the night but ends up smashing your face into his armpit. He feels bad about it when he wakes up...sometimes

Park Jimin

Is still kind of shy about making a big deal over the fact that he’s sleeping over at your place, so you drive up to the building and text him to come down

He’s really cute in that he packs an overnight bag and really excitedly jumps in the car

He smells like soap from his shower and you always laugh at his post-shower hair because its so unlike his normal perfect prince hair

Does the most graceful spin onto the middle of your bed you’ve ever seen and you wonder how he does that after 11 hours of dance practice

You stand by the side of the bed to look down at him. His cheeks are naturally rosy, but he flushes when he knows you're openly staring at him

He reaches up to take your hand and he smiles and asks if you’ll come to bed in a low tone and then its your turn to get embarrassed because he KNOWS what he’s doing

You snuggle up to his side and he puts his chin on top of your head and you hitch a thigh over one of his own and he sighs like he’s so satisfied to be there. Because he is

Park Jimin is a really beautiful sleeper. He doesn’t move much and he doesn’t snore and his face doesn’t slowly turn to mush like most people. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and catch yourself staring at his pretty profile

Always wakes up with both hands clutching your butt and never has an excuse or an explanation just slowly removes them while you grin cheekily at him

Kim Taehyung (V)

Turns into a little crab cake

Like he gets really monosyllabic after practice and wordlessly holds your hand on the elevator ride up to your apartment

You let him have the shower first because he’s quick and you like to wind down with a review of what you did today and what needs to be done tomorrow.

He taps you on the shoulder when he’s done and sits in bed like an old man while he waits for you to finish. When you get back he’s in the same exact position you left him in but his eyes are blinking even slower than before

Tae gets really deep and cryptic before sleep so when you go to his side to turn off the lamp, he pulls you over so you’re sitting on his lap and he just holds you for a while

He breathes in and out really slowly and you feel it where he’s resting his face on your collarbone. It feels like the moment is gossamer thin and you almost hesitantly bring your hands up to smooth his hair

He gives you a kiss in the hollow of your throat and you carefully swing yourself over to your side of the bed. He gives you a long look and reaches for your hand again and that’s how you fall asleep

When you wake up the first thing you see is his nose mole and he’s grinning at you from his spot straddling your waist. He gives you a big square grin. “Yah, lets make pancakes in special shapes for Jin Hyung. He’s coming over in 20. I texted him from your phone” he says before sprinting to the kitchen and you’re not even sentient yet like -.-

Jeon Jungkook

Is singing when you open the door to your apartment. Continues to sing as he takes off his Timbs and is still singing when you come into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Is really playful but can hardly keep his eyes open. So he’ll play with the hem of your long sleep shirt with his eyes closed while you wash your face and moonwalk sluggishly around you while you go to the kitchen to get two glasses of water.

You try your hardest not to laugh at him because it just gets worse from there, but you do laugh when you close the fridge and he strike a “seductive pose” with too much booty pop.

You sit in bed for a while and scroll through your phone but you can feel him making fugly faces at you. You make the mistake of turning to look at him and regret it when you’re still clutching at your sides, wheezing 5 minutes later.

He has a little drawer for himself filled with things he’s left from previous sleepovers and from one awkward night where he had come over with a small box of overnight stuff and mumbled that he thought it “Just makes more sense if I keep this stuff over here...since I’m here all the time anyway”. You had smiled up at him and asked him to pick a drawer to clean out and he was silent but you caught him flash a bunny teeth smile to himself.

Now, though, he’s completely shameless about changing into his pajamas and doing weird wiggly dance moves while you record him on your phone. The dancing stops only when your friend Facetimes you and you try to get him in the frame. He hides behind you, mouth pressed gently near your shoulder blade until your quick chat ends and he stays there when you finally start to fall asleep.

He spoons like a champ with one arm crooked to pad your head and the other thrown over your torso to keep you close at all times. You always end up switching positions by the morning and he’s too stubborn to ask if he can be the little spoon more often. But he loves when you wake him up by tracing your fingers up and down the parts of his spine that you can reach.

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 7 years

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Loving You | Min Yoongi x Reader - Part 2/2

Note: Here’s a part two that makes you think who? Talent who is she? I don’t know her. Anyways, I’m pmsing and that writing that last one made me really emo so let’s get to the crispy fluff! I also got so much good feedback which I appreciate so much you have no idea, it really motivated me to want to finish this and work on some other ideas!

Summary: It’s been years after you’ve last seen Yoongi. You have been studying dance and became a choreographer. What happens when one of your old professors asks you to choreograph for a high profile group. Who knows what will happen when Yoongi and you meet again.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Swearing

Part 1

“From the top! 1,2,3,4!” I count off for the dancers and watch as they all practice in sync to my choreography. Their moves are fluent and graceful which puts the biggest smile on my face.

When the dancers came to an end I can’t help but applaud them and they do the same to me. I laugh and playfully bow when I hear a door open and clapping coming from the entrance. I turn to see one of my old professors and excuse myself to talk to him. It had been a while since I had seen him.

“What brings you all the way to Korea?” I say to him. I went to study abroad which is where I had met some of the best choreographers and professors in the world.

“I’m here to visit a friend, I thought I’d drop by to say hello to one of my favorite students.” he says laughing.

I raise an eyebrow, “What are you really here for?”

“You’ve always known me,” he says laughing, “I actually came here to offer you a job.”

I perk up, “I love the sound of that.”

“One of my fellow choreographers was injured and needs to choreograph some dances for this big group. It’s a high profile job, but I’m very busy. So, I thought you’d be interested.”

“Are you sure about this?” I say becoming excited about the offer.

He nods, “I know what you’re capable of, I wouldn’t have came to you if I didn’t think you could do it. Plus I already told him you said yes.”

I pause to laugh for a second, “Then I have to accept.”

“So you said yes, right?” (Y/B/F/N) said.

“Of course. He said it was high profile. Some big K-Pop group. He sent me the songs I got to choreograph and they’re pretty good,” I say sipping my drink.

“What group is it?”

“I think they’re called BTS.”

(Y/B/F/N) spits the coffee out all over the table, “BTS?!”

People start to look and I calmly say, “Yeah, and?”

“I can’t believe you don’t know about them. Oh wait, I can. Do you ever get out?”

I look up and say, “I go out.”

“Name the last time that you went out that wasn’t for dance or me.”

I pause to think, “I, I go out.”

(Y/B/F/N) hums, “Okay. If you say so.”

“I feel like you would like Suga.”

“Suga?” I say laughing, “Trust me, I would never like a guy named Suga.”

“From what I’ve seen you haven’t liked anyone since we’ve met. When are you going to finally start dating?”

“What are you my mom?” I say laughing a bit at the comment she made.

“I’m being for real. I have not seen one guy the entire time we have shared an apartment.”

“I guess I’m just not looking for anyone right now. I don’t need someone to tell me that I’m worth something.”

(Y/B/F/N) puts a hand on their heart, “You have grown so much.”

I laughed because I knew they were right. I did change when I got into university. I felt more confident in myself. I didn’t feel like crying anymore, I knew what I wanted and now I wanted to focus on my happiness. To say that I didn’t miss him would’ve been a complete lie, but now I had a life and things that I needed to do. I didn’t have time to look at the past anymore, just the future.

The next morning I woke up to (Y/B/F/N) yelling, “Hey, you got to wake up before you miss the train.”

“Crap, what time is it?”

“Time for you to hurry up. Don’t forget that I’ll be picking you up for dinner with the girls today.”

I rushed to get ready and took the train to the building address. I ran into the building when I heard something drop but didn’t think to pick it up. I ran into the room to see the boys warming up. I scanned the room but my eyes fell on one of the boys who’s back was towards me. He looked so familiar but I couldn’t remember where I had saw him before.

“There you are, let me introduce you to the boys,” my professor says and the boys line up to meet me.

I go through and the boys introduce themselves to me until I get to the last man at the end of the line. I put my hand out for him to shake and say, “Hello, my name is (Y/N).”

He looks down at me slowly and shakes my hand saying, “Yoongi”

I stand there shocked looking at the man standing before me. I didn’t know whether to be happy or angry. Happy because he followed his dreams and made it or angry because I was trying so hard to just forget him. I notice that he had changed in some ways and was even more handsome than before.

“Yoongi,” I say before snapping myself out of the trance and focusing my attention to the others by saying, “Alright, let’s get started.”

After an hour of practice the boys seemed to be understanding the choreography better than I had expected. Their movements were smooth and in unison. I couldn’t help myself but to look at Yoongi knowing that after all these years this is what he had been doing. I then realized that he was lacking in a part of the dance.

“Yoongi,” I said walking closer to him while the others made “ooh” sounds, “Try that part for me one more time.”

I focused on his movements and took another step closer before saying, “You have to move your hips with your foot in one clear movement, try again.”

He tries again but still fails so I walk closer to him and grab onto his hips. I move him until he creates the right movement and then I look up to him. He smiles down at me for a second before my attention snaps when I hear one of the boys say, “Looks like Yoongi is trying to take all of the choreographer’s attention for himself.”

Yoongi hits the man and I walk back to the front to continue teaching them the rest. The practice continues with two more incidents where Yoongi was lacking but other than that the practice went well. The boys were fun to be around and could always know how to crack a couple of jokes. Before we all knew it the practice was over and I was grabbing my things to leave.

As I walked out the door to find (Y/B/F/N)’s car I heard someone call, “(Y/N)!”

I didn’t turn around because I had already knew who it was and continued to walk to (Y/B/F/N)’s car faster until I heard him say my name again and then say, “You dropped your phone.”

I turn around to him surprised and gently take my phone back before saying, “Thank you.”

“Hey, can we talk?” He says looking to me as I turn my head back towards him.

I stand shocked for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry but I really have to go.”

I reach for the car door only for (Y/B/F/N) to drive off quickly and yelling back, “I’ll drive around the block!”

I sigh and around to see a smiling Yoongi before he gestured me to walk beside him. I sigh and walk over to his side and we stay like that in silence.

“So,” he says and turns to me, “It’s really you.”

“It’s really you too!” I say trying to keep some kind of conversation with him.

“You look beautiful,” he says to me and I laugh a bit.

“I could say the same for you,” I say before I have the chance to make myself stop.

“You did it,” he said looking at me smiling.

“Did what?” I say before thinking of the reason him and I were meeting in the first place, “Oh yeah, well you did it too! For a second I thought you were gonna just give up on it.”

He stops walking and I turn towards him. He says, “I need to tell you something.”

“Yoongi,” I say quietly.

“After the fight, I couldn’t get you off of my mind. I went to your house when you were at University every day. She would always say how you were a waste of time and that I should stop moping and do more important things. She said that she didn’t know why I was so upset because she was my girlfriend and you weren’t. You weren’t my girlfriend,” he says looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Yoongi, stop,” I say trying to hold back any tears.

“She brainwashed me into thinking that she was everything and I was nothing. I never realized that when she wasn’t there, you were. No matter what happened you were always there through thick and thin. It took me so long, too long to figure out the truth,” he says and looks to me.

“What’s the truth?” I say trying to not let my voice shake.

“The truth is,” he steps closer to me, “I love you (Y/N), I always have.”

Before I can stop myself I turn around and walk away saying, “I have to go.”

I run back to (Y/B/F/N)’s car but before I can enter, I’m turned around and feel a warm pair of lips on my own. Before I can savor the moment he pulls back and looks at me with desperate, pleading eyes. I take a moment to think of my choices. I can leave or I can give in, after a second I make a conclusion and say, “Fuck it.”

I pull him in close and I kiss him hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist and back. I run my hands through his short, smooth strands of hair. I feel him smile into the kiss as he pulls me even closer than before. I stand there and kiss him back thinking how much everything and nothing has changed. I smile to myself before I hear a honk and laugh.

I pull away swiftly and let go of him but he still holds on to me, “I really have to go this time.”

“So what does this mean?” He says smiling down at me and I laugh before kissing him one last time before getting into the car.

After we drive away I can’t wipe the smile off of my face and I hear my phone vibrate, “See you tomorrow, babe.”

I smile and (Y/B/F/N) looks over and says, “I told you, you’d be a Suga girl.”

I laugh and hit playfully before they ask, “I want all of the details.”

They look at me for a second and then back at the road, “It’s a long story.”

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Awww, isn’t that cute. See! I told you there would be fluff! Ok so I know I’m a little shit because I was like this will be uploaded tomorrow and that definitely did not happen but here it is. It felt like the world was against me when I finished this up because I clicked post but then it didn’t work so I reloaded on accident and half of the story was just gone. To say I wanted to die was an understatement.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoyed this thank you so much for all being so positive and for reading this story it was so fun to make. Also, if you have any requests be sure to message me. I don’t have any at this moment so it’s just first come, first served. I do have some oneshots that I’ll be posting from a whole bunch of totally different fandoms so yeah. Stay tuned for more. Thank you so much for reading, peace!

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I think I’m in love with her (Suga One Shot)

You watched as she spun around one last time before getting into a taxi. She smiled warmly and waved goodbye. “See you later!” she beamed as you felt your face tint with red. She was just.. everything. Everything you could’ve ever wanted or dreamed of.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

You thought back to the day it happened. You and your best friend, Jung Hoseok, just left the convenience store with warm cups of coffee in your hands. He was in the middle of telling a joke when you saw it. A beautiful girl strode past with her hair in a ponytail swishing against the hood of her jacket as she walked. Every step she took in her grey tennis shoes was full of confidence, yet grace. But it wasn’t the air she had about her that caught your attention; it was the two guys tailing after her.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to stop ignoring us sometime,” one of them smirked. “Why don’t you keep us company at my place?” The other said while reaching for the back of her skirt, lifting it up to reveal black panties.

Hoseok quickly put his coffee on the bench to his side and was making his move toward her. You gritted your teeth and pushed your younger friend back, ready to be the one to fight these lowlives. Just as you opened your mouth to yell, the one who lifted up the girl’s skirt spun around, blood spurting from his mouth. He tripped and rolled over onto the sidewalk, clearly shocked and rubbed his injured mouth. “What the fuck?!” He shouted with wide eyes, clearly confused.

You looked up and saw that the girl’s right arm was extended and ended in a fist. She glared down at the bleeding mess, then flipped her head towards his shocked friend. “You messed up, bitch,” he spat. “Do NOT touch me,” she said with a hint of venom in her voice. The guy chuckled and readied a fist, but not before you could firmly put your hand over it.

“Better not,” you said, half smiling. “I’ve seen my girlfriend beat up bigger guys than you, and if she’s not enough, I’d be glad to lend a hand.” The guy looked over to you with daggers in his eyes, but lowered his hand. “Whatever. Not even worth it,” he muttered and pulled his friend up and towards the direction they came from.

You rolled your eyes at the defeated men sulking away and turned towards Hoseok and the girl. With a slight smile, you clapped and nodded your head. “Not bad.” She laughed, “Hey, thanks!” She shook her hand and rubbed it. “And thanks for your help too,” she grinned. “You were so cool, hyung!” Hoseok chimed in. “My name is Jung Hoseok, and this is Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you!” he said with a wide smile and bowed. She returned the gesture, and said, “My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you guys too! Though I wish it were under better circumstances. I’m sorry about all that.”

“No need to apologize,” Hoseok said warmly. “You really kicked that guy’s ass!” “Haha, I guess, but I could’ve been in trouble if you guys hadn’t come around,” she laughed. You studied her features intently as she spoke. From her long hair dancing gently in the wind to the curl of her lips as she smiled, she was truly beautiful. As warmth formed around your cheeks, you quickly shook it off and said, “It’s no big deal. I feel bad you had to deal with that though.” “It’s fine! I’ve already forgotten about it,” she giggled and added, “But I would like to properly thank you! If you haven’t eaten yet, could I buy you lunch?” Hoseok jumped and cheered, “Of course! Hyung, we don’t have to be back at the studio yet, right?” You shrugged. “You don’t have to do that-” But she cut you off. “I know I don’t HAVE to, but I want to! There’s a really good cafe two blocks from here that we could go to if that’s okay!”

You looked at her to Hoseok’s pleading face, then back to hers. You sighed and said, “Fine.” To which, they both cheered. You followed as they merrily walked towards the cafe, trying not to think too much of the way her big eyes shined in the sun and the cute crinkle in her nose as she laughed.

As days, and then weeks soon passed, Y/N and your whole group became very close. She would often come over and help Jin cook for all the members, play video games with Jungkook and Taehyung, discuss politics and philosophy with Namjoon, learn dances with Jimin, and listen and give input when she could when you and Hoseok wrote songs. You even taught her to play the piano and were surprised at how quickly she picked it up. But not only was she fun to be around, she was very caring as well. You weren’t sure if her kindness was more directed at you, or if that’s just what you wanted to see.

One evening, you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity. It was another one of those nights. The suffocating embrace of depression threatened to draw near and sink its claws into everything you were and knew. Thoughts raced through your mind; thoughts about not being good enough for the industry, your friends, your family, her…. until your phone buzzed.

“Hey, you up?” Y/N’s named came up on your dimly lit screen. But.. she shouldn’t be awake for hours, you thought and slowly typed a reply.

“Yeah. Why are you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I’m outside actually haha.”

You looked up at your alarm clock, and raised an eyebrow. 3:57 AM? Why is she outside? Is she kidding? You threw on a jacket over your t-shirt and PJ pants, slipped your shoes on, and stepped outside of your dorm. There you saw her. With folded arms, hugging herself to protect from the cold, she smiled at you with red cheeks. “Are you crazy?” you asked. “Probably,” she laughed. “What the hell are you doing here??” you asked, hurrying towards her. “It’s the middle of the night, you’re all alone, it’s freezing-” But she cut you off. “Have you been crying?”

You stepped back, startled. “What? No,” you responded promptly. “Yoongi, I know you. Your eyes are red and you’re acting more frantic than normal.” “Yeah, because my crazy friend is getting herself into dangerous situations again,” you frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, ignoring your answer. You sighed. “You’re such a pain in the ass sometimes.” “Yeah, but that’s why you like me,” she grinned and then wrapped her arms around you. “I care about you, you know?” Your heart skipped a beat. Just before you could reply, you heard a noise.

“I knew I heard someone out here,” said a voice from behind you. “What are you guys doing? Having a secret romantic rendezvous?” Hoseok teased. You rolled your eyes. Y/N took his hand as well. “We’re making Yoongi feel better!” she smiled. “Oh, are you okay, hyung?” he asked with a worried expression. “Yeah,” you began, “She’s just being weird and wandering the streets at night apparently.” Hoseok looked at her with a frown. “Y/N! You can’t do that! I don’t know what I’d do if you ever got hurt!” he exclaimed and hugged her tight. She laughed, “Hobi, I’m fine. I promise.” Then she patted her bag. “Plus I have a taser!”

You both stepped back, looked at each other, and then at her. “Where did you- You know what, I don’t want to know. Let’s just get it over with and go wherever we’re going,” you said in a tired voice. Hoseok laughed, and Y/N grabbed both of your hands again. “Let’s get a hot drink at one of the 24 hour restaurants around here.” “Yeah, sure, whatever,” you said in a defeated tone, but couldn’t help but smile as she dragged you and Hoseok down the street.

About a month later, all the members decided to have a special dinner for Y/N for her birthday. The doorbell rang, and Hoseok ran from the kitchen to answer the door. “Y/N!” he shouted, picked her up, and spun her around. “Haha, hi, Hobi!” she giggled. Taehyung and Jungkook quickly paused the movie they were watching and ran up to greet her as well. Soon everyone was in the living room, excitingly talking and laughing together, but you stayed back.

You gripped the present you had picked out especially for her tightly in your palm. You weren’t usually good at getting gifts for people, even for your friends who you knew extremely well, but this just caught your eye. While at the mall, picking up a wall clock to replace the one Namjoon had broken earlier, a small stand twinkled in the light. You casually walked over and saw that they were selling hand crafted jewelry. You were about to walk away, but your eyes glanced over a pretty bracelet with a small musical note charm attached. It was Y/N’s favorite color, you knew how much she loved music, and her birthday was coming up….

You were almost trembling as she walked over to you. “Hi Yoongi!” she beamed with her smile you had come to love. She hugged you a put her arms around your neck. “You can’t just not say hi to me because you’re tired all the time,” she giggled. “I was getting there,” you said casually as you slowly returned the hug.

“I can’t wait for whatever you’re cooking, Jin!” she said excitedly. “It smells good!” “I hope it tastes just as good!” he laughed and beckoned her to the kitchen. “I have a few new good jokes for you, Y/N!” She giggled and hurried off to the kitchen as everyone else groaned.

That night as everyone was settling down and picking a movie to watch, Y/N plopped herself onto the couch between you and Hoseok. “So what are we watching?” she asked the group. “A horror movie of course,” Jungkook answered as he took a dvd from its case. “Wait- what?” Hoseok looked up in terror. “Do we have to?” Jimin asked worriedly. “Obviously,” you said. “Y/N loves horror, and it’s her birthday.”

Y/N looked at you with an appreciative expression. “Really? You guys are so sweet,” she smiled and hugged you. You felt your face heating up again at her touch. You cleared your throat. “You guys start the movie. I’ll make popcorn,” you said and excused yourself to the kitchen.

Calm down. Just give her the bracelet. Be cool, you thought to yourself. I’m Min Fucking Yoongi. I can’t lose my swag now.

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn and headed back to the living room. Hoseok was already letting terrified noises out and tightly holding Y/N’s arm. She was laughing. “Hobi, these are just the opening credits.” “But there was a scary face that just popped out of nowhere!” he insisted. You smiled at the sight and sat back down next to Y/N, handing the bowl to the other members.

After the movie was over, Taehyung turned the lights on. “That was a good one!” he said happily. Y/N stretched. “It was! Hobi.. you have to let go now,” she laughed. “Ah.. sorry, Y/N,” he said sheepishly. “Are you going home now, Y/N?” Namjoon asked. “Yeah,” she answered. “It’s getting pretty late.” Everyone looked at the clock. “It’s already 1 in the morning,” Jin said. “I’m going to call a taxi.” “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Y/N started, but Jin was already making the call.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Hey, Y/N?” you said turning to her. “Yeah, Yoongi?” she looked at you with that sweet smile of hers. “Um.. Come with me for a sec,” you mumbled and walked down the hallway towards your room. Without a question, she followed quickly behind. You stepped into your room and shuffled with your pockets, then pulled out the bracelet.

“What’s this?” she asked. “Your birthday present,” you shrugged. “I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I saw this, and you’re always so nice to all of us and you’ve always been there for me and-” but she, once again in her trademark way, cut you off by wrapping her arms around you. “Thank you so much, Yoongi. I love it,” she whispered. “I love….. ” you started and she stared into your eyes. “…it too,” you finished.

“I mean, it wasn’t a big deal,” you shrugged. “But Hobi said it was a good idea, and since you guys are so close, I trusted him.” She smiled. “Well regardless, it means a lot to me,” she said as she put it on.

“Y/N! The taxi’s here!” Jin called from in the living room. “Oh! I guess I have to go,” she said and turned back into the hallway. “I’ll text you to let you know when I’m home safe!” “Don’t forget,” you said and opened the front door for her. Everyone quickly said their goodbyes, and Hoseok stood with you as you watched her walk towards the taxi.

Her wrist shined with the present you gave her as her figure got further and further. You couldn’t help but be entranced by the way she moved; the way her hair moved in the breeze; the way your heart beat felt almost audible as she turned one more time to wave goodbye.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

You looked up. “Sorry, what?” you asked. Hoseok, not turning his gaze from Y/N as she entered the cab, let out a breath. “I’m in love with Y/N, hyung,” he said in a wistful tone. He turned to you. “Is that stupid of me? She probably wouldn’t have feelings for me, right?”

You swallowed and looked at his face carefully. This was your best friend in the whole world; the one that would go to the ends of the earth for you; the one who’s stayed up with you countless nights making you laugh and cheering you up; the one you’d do anything for…

“She’d be stupid not to love you back, Hobi,” you said and put a hand on his shoulder. He smiled, “Thanks, hyung. I’m gonna go for it!” he beamed. He happily bounced back inside, and asked if any popcorn was left. You turned one last time towards the place Y/N gave her last wave, and a sad smile crept on your face. “Make her happy, Hoseok,” you whispered and closed the door.

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