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wolfchanslover69 · 4 months

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The fight

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In which y/n has a fight with Chan.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader | slight angst with a happy ending

A/N: Hii guys, I hope you enjoy reading this oneshot, I know it's a bit short but I haven't had inspiration for a while. If I made any mistakes do tell me because I won't realise it :D.

Warning: Mentions of the word fuck.

Word count: 1,3k

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Great, it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella with me. The whole day had been shitty, and this was like a cherry on top of a cake. I usually loved how calming rain was and how it would make me feel like a new person, but not today. Today it felt depressing, heavy, like it was just adding more weight on my shoulders, making me feel suffocated. All the times I had for the past few months been alone, stressed, and tired, came back all together, double the usual.

I stepped out of the office building, starting to walk rather fast to my nearest bus stop while trying not to slip on the wet ground. I hadn’t prepared for rain today and was wearing my everyday work heels and a thin trench coat. The coat got wet fast, and the coldness of the water got into my bones making me freeze. The bus stop wasn’t far away from the building, and as I heard it, I could see my bus driving past my stop. I halted my walking and stood there in the middle of the rain, angrily staring at the stop. Of course, it has to be today that I miss my bus when it’s heavily raining and I have heels in which I cannot walk home. I can already feel the pain starting to form on my feet. Even my toes were starting to feel numb.

I started walking home as there wasn’t anything else to do. I did not want to, and would not call my boyfriend, whom I was ignoring at the moment due to my anger for his behaviour lately. He had been busy doing god knows what for the last two months, and when I asked him about it, I would get an annoyed answer for me to stop questioning and bothering him.

As I walk, I see cars drive past me; some of them intentionally drive into puddles of water to splash me even more. At some point, I hear a motorcycle nearing me. The sound of the too familiar engine makes me walk faster and ignore the sound.

“What are you doing in the rain?” I hear his voice but don’t want to show him any reaction. I keep walking, ignoring him with an angry frown on my face.

“Hey, baby, can you stop?” I hear him ask with a soft and slightly worried voice. I wanted to yell at him that I, in fact, do not want to stop. I still pretend to not hear him and keep my pace.

“Hey, c’mon y/n! You’ll get sick if you continue like this!” He sounds a bit annoyed this time.

I try to resist myself but give in at the end and stop my walking, turning to face him. He’s driving his motorcycle with his famous black and red leather jacket on. He looked handsome, but I wouldn’t admit it to him now when I’m still pissed off at how he talked to me when I was just trying to figure out if everything was okay. He didn't have his helmet on, so I could see his wet hair sticking to his forehead. I saw how his eyes were filled with worry but how he tried to cover it up with annoyance and anger.

“You haven’t answered me for days,” he matter-of-factly told me, but I knew it already.

“And I wonder why. It didn’t seem important to you for the past few months,” I snapped at him while turning around to keep walking. I huffed in annoyance, trying to get myself to calm down.

“Hey, that’s not fair! You know how my work is, so you can’t blame me for being busy!” He drove a little past me stopping right in front of me. I stared into his eyes while trying to walk past him, but he wouldn’t let me. Chris drove a bit forward, blocking my way completely, and took a hold of my arm.

“Can you fucking stop walking? I’m trying to talk to you,” he angrily told me.

“Oh yeah, Christopher? But did you stop working when I tried to ask if everything was okay? No, so let the fuck go of me and let me walk.” I tried to shrug my arm away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let me.

“I’m sorry about it, but I can’t fucking help my job,” he angrily told me.

“Well, I don’t actually care if you are fucking sorry or not or if it’s your fucking job.” I knew I didn’t actually mean it, but I was just so frustrated and angry at him that I ended up taking it out on him.

He still didn’t let go of my arm, and we spent a while breathing heavily and just staring at each other angrily. During this, I noticed that the rain had started pouring harder than before. I was starting to get really cold, and I soon noticed myself shaking from the cold. Chris seemed to notice this too as he let go of my arm and started to take off his leather jacket.

“Put this on, you are shaking from the rain.” He handed me his jacket. He had a tight-fitting, long-sleeved turtleneck underneath his jacket, but I knew it wouldn’t keep him warm.

“No, put it back on, you’ll get cold fast,”I tried to tell him, pushing his hand holding the jacket back towards him.

“No, baby, it’s okay. I know you get cold easier than me and have been in the rain longer than me, so please just take it.” He reasoned with me.

I ended up giving up and took the jacket, putting it on. It felt weird to have a wet trench coat and, on top of it, a warm leather jacket. I knew by taking the jacket from him, I had silently agreed to go home with him, and maybe it was better like that. Chris offered me a helmet after I had put the jacket on.

“Hey, why don’t you have a helmet on?” I asked him. He averted my eyes, trying to hide away from my question.

“Uhh well, I may or may not have forgotten to put it on as I saw that it was heavily raining and got a feeling you were going to walk home…” I just stared at him in silence as he told me that. I know we just fought about the silliest thing ever, and we both could have acted like adults and talked this out, but the fact that he still was worried for me warmed my heart.

“You should put your spare helmet on then,” I told him with a calm and neutral voice as I didn’t want to fight anymore.

“No, I saved it for you. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he told me while turning his head slightly to the side.

“Well, I don’t want anything to happen to you either, you know,” I wanted him to understand my point and the reason why I had even been ignoring him; maybe this would make him realise it. We both were silent, and I started staring at my hands, which were covered with his jacket’s long sleeves. I didn’t want to talk about these kinds of topics anymore this evening.

“Now get on the bike; let’s get out of here,” he told me after a while, nudging his head to the seat behind him. I hummed as an answer as I threw my leg over the bike to sit behind him. I took a tight hold of him and hugged him from behind, trying to squeeze my gratitude into the hug. I may not say it at the moment as I’m still trying to act mad, but I am thankful for him.

“I love you, you know,” he told me silently.

“I love you too,” I answered him, knowing our fight was partly over.

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A/n: If you want to request something please do! (I don't write smut and do only Chan ff :])

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1nephthys · 6 months

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The one with you

Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: just when a young barista thought her day couldn't be worse, it actually turns out it is... not so bad?

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader

Warnings: a bit of body shaming, a solid portion of delusional, English not being my first language

She got on the bus dripping wet because, of course, she forgot her umbrella and she was standing at the bus stop for a good ten minutes because traffic jams in the morning were awful. She wanted to text her boss that she would be a bit late but just as she took her phone out of her pocket she noticed a notification.

Battery low, 1%

And before she had any chance to do so, little electronic device shut down.

She looked at her watch, good thing she was old-school about those and preferred to check the time on her wrist instead of her phone.

9.03am

She was already three minutes late and the ride was at least ten more minutes long. Her boss was going to kill her.

She finally made it to her stop and got out of the bus. She ran to the coffee shop in the hope she wouldn't get wetter and be even more late.

9.17am

Just as she opened the door and the little bell above them rang she was met with an angry face of her boss.

"You are late." The lady said strictly looking at her poor, wet hair, clothes and makeup on the verge of melting.

"I know, I'm so sorry. The bus was late, the traffic jams are terrible." She tried to explain but the face of her boss hadn't soften even a little bit.

"Then maybe you should start getting there on foot. That would do great for your weight. And bring an umbrella with you. Now you gonna take some time to get ready." Oh. So she chose to be mean that day.

"I- I'm sorry. It won't happen again" She could explain herself better, but it wouldn't work. So she chose to ignore mean remark about her weight and get ready for eight hours of work.

Her day was awful. Starting with the bus, then the mean boss, then the lady who wanted a vegan latte but with cow milk, the little boy who dropped his glass of hot chocolate and his mother who yelled at her for not cleaning it was enough.

She was on the verge of crying while counting down the last minutes of work. It was still raining awfully and now the last bus just passed by the coffee shop but she couldn't wait for this 40 minute walk home.

3.28pm

She was collecting half full glasses that two girls who left few minutes ago left on the table.

While the sign "Leave your glasses and mugs right there. Thank you:)" was just a few steps away, above a counter for them.

She put the first glass of now cold, half-full coffee on the tray while grabbing the other one and turning around to get them to the counter.

And just then, she was met with a chest of somebody.

She spilled half of the glass of coffee on the customer that just come in.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry- I'm just gonna..." She didn't even know what to say. The day just couldn't get any worst.

"It's alright. I was in the way. Sorry." He saw the panic in her eyes and he definitely didn't put "make a poor barista cry" on his to-do list today.

"No, I'm sorry. God. I will pay you for that shirt." She said. Yeah, she definitely had money for what looked like a Tommy Hilfiger shirt with her salary.

"There's no need. I'm alright, really" He said, and just then her boss rounded the corner and looked at her employee and the man beside her, she looked like she would blow.

"Oh my god, your shirt! What happened?" She asked, trying to act all cool in front of a customer.

Just when y/n tried to put herself together and start explaining herself without getting fired, the blond guy picked up the glass from the floor, which somehow hadn't broken and looked over at the boss.

"I'm sorry, I just spilled it all over myself. The glass is in one piece though." He explained and looked over at y/n, who tried, she really did try to tell the true but today was too much so she just decided to let the stranger save her in front of her boss.

"Oh, alright. I'm so sorry then. I'm sure y/n there can help you and bring you new coffee as soon as possible." She said with a smile, oh how fake this smile was.

She went back to the back of the coffee shop, probably to sit in her office while y/n with the stranger walked up to the counter in the cafe.

"Thank you so much for that. I think you literally saved my life." The girl said quietly. She finally had a chance to properly look at the guy. He had blond hair and the deepest green eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. "What would you like to order? It's on me" She asked with a tired smile, but it was still the prettiest smile he had a chance to look at ever.

"I think coffee would be nice." He said.

"Alright, which one?" She pointed at the menu above her head, which consisted of about 20 different coffees.

"The one with you? After your shift?" The question just slipped out of his mouth and his cheeks got a bit red. Already thinking what to say if he got rejected.

"I guess I own you, huh?" She answered with a question, but hey, that wasn't no, right? He asked himself.

"Only if you want to." He was shy. cute. "I'm Mick, by the way" He scratched the back of his neck without taking his eyes off her.

"I'm y/n," She said with a smile. "And I would love to get a coffee with you, Mick" He felt like a huge stone was being lifted off his shoulders.

"You are closing in twenty minutes, right?" He asked and she answered with a nod of her head. "Let me go home quickly and change a shirt without a huge coffee stain and I will pick you up. That's sounds good?"

"Yeah, but I still need to clean up the place after." She explained.

"Don't worry about it. I can wait. I will see you soon." He didn't even give her a chance to answer as he was already at the door.

He did seen her soon, and then he seen her every single day of his life. And there two things she learned that day: do not call the day the worst of your life before sun sets and do not cry over spilled coffee.

a/n. I'm honestly not very happy with that but I started writing it literally a month ago and finished it just now because I simply do not have any time.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacker imagine #mick schumacker imagines #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher fluff

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p1stay · 7 months

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STUFFED SQUIRREL

Han×reader

genres fluff, comfort

"You are a lonely girl who lives alone with your stuffed squirrel that your grandma gifted you when you were young but she passed away when you were 12.But you always feel like that stuffed squirrel can have feelings like humans. One day you meet him the one who makes that stuffed squirrel and he tells you about it and he changes your life..."

Magic Au, friend to lover

Sorry if the story no good. My English is bad too :( hope you guys like it.

you always have a stuffed squirrel by your side even though you are old.....ummm I mean 22 years old, because you need it, you hug it when you are sad, cry, or when you are happy... let's just say you need it all the time. That stuffed squirrel was a lovely gift from your gramma when you were still a kid...but your grandma passed away when you were 12. you always talk and share your school day, and your feelings with your grandma, but she is gone and you feel alone all the time, no one to talk with, no friends, and your parents never understand you, but you are too scared to make friends. So you talk with that stuffed squirrel every night. But sometimes you feel like the stuffed squirrel can listen and understand what you say, sometimes you hug it you feel like have warm arms wrapped around you and hug, comfort you.

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One day, you went to school like normal...but when you arrived at school you realized that you had forgotten your homework at home. You frantically checked your bad, but it was no use. You start to panic, you sit down and try to calm down but you can't, you want to hug your stuffed squirrel but you didn't bring it to school. The teacher came in and told everyone to submit homework, and you panicked more. The teacher didn't see your homework so she called you and yelled at you

" miss Y/N, how many times you have forgotten your homework..."

"i-i'm sorry miss, it won't happen again-" she cut you off

" won't happen again?! THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME! do you have brain? why do you always forget just a little thing?! how old are you now, such a useless girl, you don't have to study in my class today...GET OUT!”

you want to explain but it's useless so you decide to keep quiet take your bag and leave...you leave the classroom feeling angry at yourself. You couldn't believe that you had just made such a stupid mistake.

You want to go to the park nearby and get some fresh air but...well, things never went like what you wanted. As soon as you sit down at the park...it starts to rain and you don't have an umbrella with you. You run to the bus stop near there to get shelter from the rain, your clothes all wet and your bag. after some moment, you check the time, and is time to go to work ( you work at the coffee shop) but the rain hasn't stopped yet. But you have to work and the rain is getting worse. You came jogging into the coffee shop, soaked to the bone. Your hair was dripping and soaked as the rest of you... You were late, with your wet clothes you went inside and changed your clothes. As you expected, your boss yelled at you and made you do more work.

-----10:00pm----

you have finally done your work and you are the last one still in the coffee shop. When you are about to leave, a guy with brown undercut hair with glasses, wearing a long coat and a black shirt inside. He reminds you of your stuffed squirrel. He opens the door, holding an umbrella:

"Sorry, I know it's late but can I stay here for a bit... it's kinda cold outside” he said with a soft smile and he hit you hard with that smile. your heart is pounding like crazy.

”o-oh sure, come and sit I can make something for you to drink" Your cheek is turning red

" Do you mind if I ask what's your name?" he gave you a warm smile and nod, making you feel butterfly

"I'm Jisung, Han Jisung but my friends used to call me Han." you put a cup of hot tea and a cheesecake on the table and sat opposite him.

"That's a very cute name. Oh, what are you doing at this time? it's like 10:30 p.m. now." you tilt your head and somehow Han finds it cute and chuckles.

he took a sip of his drink "I was just about to head home after work but it was cold outside so I wanted to have some warm tea but I can't find any coffee shop here...so I came here, thank you for letting me stay here and sorry if you have to go home this time, I waste your time." he smiles embarrassedly and uses his hand to rub the back of his neck. You can't help but chuckle too.

" it's ok, you don't have to apologize. I wanted to help you anyway." He smiles and nods at you.

" Can I ask what's your job?"

” oh I sell stuffed animals, my store is near here, the name is "Stay Kids"

"Stray kids? Why do you name your store like that?"

" cause I feel like all the stuffed animals, they are like stray kids. I made them by hand, they don't have a home or owner and I'm the one who finds an owner for them and brings happiness to people" he smiles again ...and yep your heart skipped a beat. He can make you forget all the bad things and make you feel warm inside just by his smile

"ummm....hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. You didn't even notice you were zoned out.

"o-oh um hum....sorry just thinking about something." he nodded

" oh Han, I think I have one stuffed animal from your store that my grandma bought for me"

" oh really, I'm so happy to hear that, do you like that." he looked at you curiously with his big brown eyes... So cute. You don't know why but you blush a bit " o-of course I love that -” he cut you off because he was too excited when you said you love that stuffed animal "What animal is it?!!"

"It's a brown squirrel..."

"It has a long tail, right? With a pink nose and big black eyes right?" you nodded at him and he smiled "Oh you are lucky because I only make one squirrel and you are the one who has that"

" woah really? maybe I have to love it more than I used to" I joke and he laughs alone with you>

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You and Han have been talk for an hour and you both didn't even notice until Han check his phone.

" oh it's very late right now i think i should go home and you you too."

" yea you right. i should go home."

" Do you want me to walk you home" you shake your head and smile at him" no thanks" he nodded understand " then becareful, i will go first bye Y/N" he wave at you while walk out of the store. wait....he know your name but haven't tell him yet how he know??

You closed the door and walk home.You keep thinking about him while walking home...you don't know how he know your name.

when you arrived home, you saw your squirrel sitting on the couch...but that weird cause you remember you put it on your bed, not the couch... But then you don't think bout it too much cause maybe you remember wrong. You took a quick bath and headed to bed. You hug your little squirrel and lay on the bed. As soon as you closed your eyes, Han smile immediately appeared in your mind. Your eyes are wide and your face turns red. You can't stop thinking about him, and then you rub your face into your squirrel and smile like a love-sick girl...well I mean yeah you are

~~~the next day~~~

You walk to school like normal, but you meet Han on the way." Oh good morning Y/N, going to school?" he waves at you and smiles. Oh, that smile again so bright. You wave back at him

" hi Han, I'm going to school. Where are you going?" you completely forgot how Han knows your name, all you can think about is how he looks today. Wearing a black oversized shirt with black and black and white trousers, silver necklace, black boots, and a black cap with glasses on the cap. His outfit looks very simple but somehow you find it attractive.

"I'm going to my store. wanna visit my store after school?"

"Okay sure but I don't know where is it-" he cut you off by putting his hand on your shoulder which made your heart skip a beat." I can come and pick you up, just tell me what time" he leaned close to you and smile.

" Y-you don't have to...but if you ok with that then thank you first. My class will end at 10.“ you got a little nervous cause he was so close to you.

He takes his hand back and chuckles softly ” Ok, see you then, have a nice school sweetheart." he says as he pats your head. at that moment you feel like you are about to explode Your cheeks turn red your heart is pounding, your hand slightly shakes, and you keep looking down at the ground cause you know if you look up at him right now you will faint immediately. A lot of questions pop up in your head "Sweetheart?! why is he calling me that?! why is he patting my head?! what does he mean and what is he planning?!"

He finally took his hand back "Ok bye be careful" You just nodded and watched him walk away. You are too flustered right now and you can't even think straight.

You walk into your class with a flustered mind. You sit down and take your book out trying to stay focused and study but you can't, you keep thinking about him, his smile, the way he put his hand on your shoulder, the way he patted your head.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you stare at the book in front of you. But the more you try to focus, the more your thoughts drift back to that moment with the stranger and his soft, warm touch. You try to push the memories aside, but they keep intruding, making it impossible for you to concentrate on your studies.

you sigh and close the book. You look outside at the window, you look at the coffee shop that you work at and also the first day you meet Han. You keep thinking about him and then realize you have fallen in love with him since the first time you met him. You immediately rushed to the restroom and washed your face.

"Y/n are you crazy, you just met him yesterday...oh fuck!" you think to yourself. You can't deny the fact that you love him just two days just by how he looks and how he acts soft and cares around you...

Well, the time has come, you walk in the hallway with your shaking hands. You feel very nervous right now, you are about to meet him, he gonna take you to his store. Now you at the school gate and you see Han is standing there leaning his back on the wall and looking around but he didn't notice you yet. You feel more nervous, you slowly walk to him and tap his arm. ” Sorry for letting you wait too long." He looks over at you and smiles while shaking his head “ No, it's ok, I came sooner anyway, is not your fault" You nodded

“Hm? Are you ok? why do you look so nervous?" he asks you and looks at you concern

"Yeah, I got a little nervous 'cause...um, I never had someone who would pick me up like you. you here to pick me up and also take me to your store to visit so yeah...but I'm ok, it's just a little nervous."

"Oh okay, I understand that. Ok let's relax from now, I will take you to my store, Ready?" you nodded and he smiled. Then he takes your hand and walks with you to his store. His hand feels so warm, you like it so you hold his hand tighter. On the way, you and he talked a lot and you told him everything without telling him anything.

know...Of course, you didn't tell him that you liked him and had been thinking about him during class

As you and Han walk hand-in-hand to his store, you can't help but feel a rush of emotions. The warmth from his hand, the sound of his voice, and the thought of spending more time with him all combine to create a feeling of excitement and joy.

As you walk, you find yourself eager to learn more about him. You ask him about his hobbies, his passions, and his life. He answers your questions honestly and excitedly. But then you find out he has one person that he is in love with but he is not sure if that girl loves him back, and you feel jealous...you know you shouldn't but you just can't control it.

He then leads you to a small, cozy store, filled with a variety of plushies. As you browse through the store, you can feel your anxiety slowly begin to fade away. The cute and cozy atmosphere of the store, combined with his presence, makes you feel at ease. You spend what feels like hours in the store, just browsing and chatting with him. You feel comfortable enough to share some personal stories with him, and he listens attentively, asking thoughtful questions and offering comforting words.

"So you have a crush on a girl, how do you feel about her?" he thinks for a moment and suddenly chuckle

"well she is a cute girl, pretty, but her life isn't beautiful like hers. She always has a bad day but I'm happy that she can talk to me about that all the time." you just nodded and didn't know what to say, you feel like you don't have a chance to love him and be with him forever but you hope he can be with that lucky girl.

”Then why don't you tell her how you feel? Maybe she will like you back..." he sighs and shakes his head

"How do I say... she just doesn't know I exist. I know it sound weird cause I have told you that always talks to me but she doesn't know about my existence.." His answer make you so confused and you wanted to ask him more about it but you were also scared so you just nodded your understanding and said nothing more.

"Anyway, I have a small gift for you, wait me a bit" He went inside and took something while you sat there looking around. The store makes you want to spend your whole life here. He put down a small box "Y/n! Here open it!!" he said excitedly and grinned like a kid, you just burned into laugh

"Hey why are you laughing" he pouts and frowns at you

"Sorry sorry- you're just too cute," you said between your laugh. He blushes at your words and looks away immediately "Just open it"

You open the small box and reveal one small set of clothes. Your eyes wide and you turn to look at him ”Are these for my squirrel?!"

”Yep of course ! do you like it, o think it will fit him well"

" THANK YOU !!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH" you are soo happy right now and you keep stare at the cloths "You this by hands?" Han nodded with a proud smile.

"Yes, I made it myself," Han replied with a sense of pride in his tone. He could see just how much his gesture meant to you, and it filled him with joy to see you so happy.

"I'm so glad you like it," he said, looking into your eyes. "I put a lot of care and attention into making this."

You couldn't contain your happiness and gratitude any longer. You leaned in and gave Han a big hug all of a sudden and didn't even realize it. He immediately froze in place, and his face slowly turned red. "o-oh n-nothing... it's just a small gift.." his voice cracked from the nervousness.

"Sorry!" you let go of him when you realize it "Sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?" you laugh nervously. He shook his head and finally relaxed "No I'm okay it's just a little surprised."

"I will be careful next time" he gave you a nod and he looked away trying to cover his red face.

You can't help but smile at his reaction, feeling a little bit guilty but also happy that you were able to express your happiness to him in that way

A moment later, you both stand there in silence for a few moments, with the tension in the air slowly fading away. You suddenly feel very self-conscious and awkward, realizing that your spontaneous display of affection might have been too much.

"Well, anyway," you say, breaking the silence, "I should probably get going now." You take a step back, suddenly feeling uneasy in your skin. You take your bag and the gift starts to walk towards the door, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. As you step outside and start to leave, Han suddenly calls out to you. "Wait, wait!" You turn back to face him. "You forgot your scarf..." he took your scarf and walked toward you "Oh thank-" you got cut off because he suddenly put the scarf on for you without asking. You the butterflies in your stomach growing, and you feel restless, your heart is beating fast like it is about to pop out of your chest. You slowly look up at him and you immediately feel flustered as soon your see how close he is.

"Okay done, maybe we can meet tomorrow." he pat your shoulder and smiles at you. "Do you need me to take you home?"

"uh...n-no, i-i can go h-home by myself...you d-don't have t-to take me h-home...but thank you anyway" you gave him a quick bow and leave the store.

Han just stand and sigh, he want to say something to you but you just left.

You are on your way back home, you hold the box very tight, and with another hand, you grab your scarf and smile passionately and you keep thinking about what happened earlier with Han. You never felt this happy in your life, you want to go back but you are too shy to do that.

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After you head home, you go to your room and take the clothes that Han made for your squirrel and wear them to your stuffed squirrel.

"So cute!!" you look at your squirrel with those clothes on and you smile happily then you hug it and hop on your bed. You started to talk with him again. " Squirrel you know how happy I am right now? Han made this for you, do you like it?” you pause and roll over " I think I've been in love with him since we first met...I hope I can tell him that I love him so much and want to spend my whole life with him. I want to hang out with him, want to go to eat Japanese food with him, take the bus together to the park and walk and talk with a cup of coffee in hand, want to go to the mall with him, want to ride the cable with him...uh even though I'm sacred of heights but WHO CARE?!, I just want it all! what should I do now squirrel!?" your heart is beating fast and you can feel love in side you it's growing.

You went to shower and left your stuffed squirrel on your desk. When you come out from the bathroom and you see...he is moving?! What?! the stuffed squirrel is sitting there and...take your pen and draw?! what the heck?! How the fuck?! you were sock and you dropped your towel, the water drip from your hair to the floor.

When the towel dropped, the stuffed squirrel immediately turned around and looked at you, his eyes wide, and he dropped the pen. You two stay frozen in place for a few minutes...

"S-so..you are alive this whole time?..." you ask him calmly but you are still sock as fuck, you stare at him and wait for his answer. He just nodded his head and didn't say anything. You find it cute but you also find it weird, how does a stuffed squirrel move? how can he be alive? And you lived with him your whole life and now you just find out..." you can't talk?" you slowly walk toward your desk and sit down on the chair while he is sitting on the desk staring at you. He nodded again, so now you know he can't talk. You are still very confused but you don't feel scared, instead, you feel more happy cause you know he is listening to you all the time and he can understand you. He also isn't afraid of you. You reach out your hand and pat his head, he nuzzles his head into your hand and you can tell him very like it.

"so Han created you?" you ask him and he nods. "okay then must know my grandma right?" he nods again. You were thinking and He just climbed on your hand on sat on it, and you chuckle. "oh right do you have a name? I didn't name you" he nodded and took a pen then struggled to write his name on the paper Hannie " oh that's a very cute name it's you. So from now on I will call you Hannie." you smile at him and he nods happily.

You are doing homework and Hannie just sits there and looks at you. A few moments later you suddenly groan and Hannie gets scared, " oh sorry Hannie." you sigh and he tilts his head at you "You want to know what I'm thinking?" he nods and sits close to you." ok ok I will tell you" you took a deep breath " I just can't stop thinking about Han...you know I love him right" Hanie nod quickly and his tail is wiggle around. " Ok, now you excited" you roll your eyes playfully. "do you think I should hang out with him tomorrow...cause I don't have to school or work tomorrow." Hannie took a pen and tried to write something. ( you should go out with him because I think he loves you too y/n, you don't have to bring me with you because I will stay home, I will be OK so don't worry) His handwriting is very hard to read but you try to read it. "oh...ok ok" you pause and ..." WHAT?! YOU THINK HE LOVE ME TOO?!" Hannie giggles quietly and nods "No way, you're joking.." Hannie shakes his head. " nah... Han won't love me, I'm not that pretty or special so nah nah..." Hannie just got mad you can tell by how he shake his head and crosses his tiny hand. "OK ok...don't be mad... I will try tomorrow ok?"

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Well, the day has come, you wear a skirt and a white shirt with a tie-dye blue white and pink sweater outside, a white boots (you hope that they won't get dirty). You tie up your hair and put some light makeup on, you bring your white small bag with you.

”How do you think about my outfit Hannie?" the squirrel just nods and wiggel his tail which means he likes it. You smile at him then pat his head before you leave the house.

you arrived at his story but the nervousness stopped you from getting inside the store. You took a deep breath about to open the door but Han did it first.

" oh Y/n hi!" your breath hitched when he opened the door. Han is wearing a tie-dye sweater that matches yours and a long, loose pair of jeans with a headphone on his neck. "H-hi Han..." his outfit math makes you feel butterfly.

Han's face and ears slowly turn red when he sees you in this outfit and it matches him. " so what brings you here sweetheart?" oh god...that nickname again, it makes you nervous and your heart is pounding.

"uh...um, I just want to ask..do you have time to go out with me today?" you ask nervously and wait for his answer. Han grins " Oh y/n I was about to leave the store to ask you the same thing" You both laugh because of this situation. " What are you waiting for, let go" He looks at his store takes your hand without warning, and drags you away.

First, he brought you to the Japanese food store, and you both made the eating the Okonomiyaki. Han tries to flip it but he fails and you can't stop laughing about it.

"oh come on, why~~~" he pouts and looks at the food then looks at you when you still laughing. "hey hey stop laughing!!" you try to hold your laugh and nod " ok ok sorry "

Then he takes a piece and is about to feed you, at that moment your heart is pounding and you lean closer and want to eat it and he takes it back and eats it and laughs at you

"Haha, I tricked you!!" When he eats, the food is too hot that burns his mouth "Oh- shit! That- hot" You laugh again, he is too cute when he likes that.

Then you both take a bus, but the bus is very crowded and only has one seat left.

"There is only one seat left...I think we have to stand" You look up at him and want for him to say something but instead, Han shakes his head "No you can have that seat and I will stand next to you" Oh woah his words just melt you "it that ok for me to sit?" he just smiles and force you to sit down and he stands next to you.

You kept looking at him " Han do you need to sit we can swit-" he patted your head " Y/n I'm okay don't worry ok?" you gave you a warm smile then he took his hand back. You look down at the ground and feel very flustered and your face then your ears turn red.

when you arrived park, you and He went to the coffee shop nearby and bought two cups of coffee.

You and Han walk in the park, drinking coffee, and talking. Then you both decided to sit down at the big stairs in the park.

"I like the view right now, it's so peaceful and beautiful do you feel that?" you turn to look at him and you realize...that he was looking at you the whole time. "O-oh t-the view...yeah right it's beautiful" he looks away and laughs nervously while your face turns red again and your heart is beating fast you look down at your cup and you chuckle. Did he just look at you?! He feels the view is beautiful or me?! you take a sip of your coffee while still smiling

" Y/n you have coffee in your corner mouth.." he used his hand and whipped the coffee away. Your eyes are wide and you are frozen in place. "oh sorry.." His face turned red and he looked away

"D-do you want to go to eat something sweet?" he asks shyly and you just nod

You two went to a small cake shop ordered 2 cheesecakes, and chatted very happily.

"Y/n mine cake is very good you wanna try some?"

"Sure!' you were about to take the cake by yourself but Han already brought the fork with a piece of cake 0on it in front of you.

"Here try it, I won't trick you this time trust me!" he smiles warmly at you and you slowly take a bite and you feel the butterfly in your stomach again.

You bring him to the mall and take him to the shopping center.

"Han I come here I think this shop has some clothes that fit your style!" you drag Han into the shop.

"uhh I don't think I need any more clothes_"

" NO! I want to buy for you ..just once, please?" you pout and look at him with big doe eyes. He groans because of your cuteness "OK ok fine fine" you grin and go to choose a clothes for him.

it's been 15minuts but Han feel like it's have been 1 hour

" Don't yet..." he sighs and at the same time you pick a black jean jacket for him " I think this will suit you go and try it!" you throw the jacket on him and push him into a changing room.

About a few moments..." Y/n... what do you think?" he slowly opened the door, when you saw him in that jacket you immediately blushed "Wow...you...look very handsome...in that" you don't even know what you just said to him but he happy to hear that " oh really thank you!"

You and he decided to end the "date" by riding the cable car. He bought a ticket for you ” Here, your ticket" When you both get on the cable, you get nervous and scared because you have a fear of heights. You kept looking around while the cable slowly rose. Han notices "Y/n are you okay?" you look at him with concerned eyes, you don't know how to tell him so you just shake your head but he quickly finds out that you are afraid of heights. " Y/n stop looking around...look at me “ He holds your hands tight and makes you look at him... "Y/n I'm here you will be ok...why don't you tell me that you are scared of heights?" he asks you while stoking your hands to comfort you. You took a deep breath " I-I just want to enjoy this with you so I didn't want to tell you...sorry" he patted your head making you flutter "It's ok, don't be sorry." he smiled at you, and that makes you feel better.

He suddenly smirks and looks at you. "Y/n, I can make you feel better but you need to return me something" you nod "So what do you want" You hold on your bad tight because you are shaking.

Han giggled " It is very simple..." he paused and that made you more curious and nervous " Just give me a kiss here," He said as he pointed at his cheek. You blush immediately and are speechless. He chuckles "You don't want to sit here and be scared until wearrived right?... come! just a peck" he pouts and looks at you with his puppy eyes "Please ~~" You sigh shyly and just give a quick pec on his cheek and pull away. Even though it's just a peck he likes it and now he is grinning like a kid.

"Y/n look at me..." He made a funny face and you can't help but laugh. He looks out the view and points anywhere he finds it beautiful and talks to you all the trip. He makes you feel better and you completely forget that you are scared of heights.

After a long "date" Han and you walk back to your home, but he says he has to go back to his store to check on something when you ask him to let you come with him, he refuses.

Now you are walking home feeling happy but also sad because you can't be with him at his store.

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You finally arrive at your home, you open the door and you see Hannie sitting on the table writing something. You walk toward him and sit on the couch "What are you writing Hannie?" You tilt your head. He reaches his tiny hand out to tell you to wait so you take your phone out and watch while waiting for him.

A moment later Hannie tapped your hand and you put down your phone. He struggles to hold the paper and leans the paper against the plant pot. "You want me to read this?" Hannie nodded and he carefully walked off the table, you want to ask him where is he going but he can't talk anyway so how could he answer you?

You noticed that Hannie's handwriting became very good all of a sudden, read it out loud Y/n, I have been with you since you were still a young little girl, I know you very well but you don't know anything about me but it's okay. Every time you cry, you are upset or you happy...I know but I can't do anything, I can't comfort you when you need it...I can't laugh with you when you are happy, I can't celebrate with you when you have a high point... You stop your track and your eyes begin to water You know...I have fallen for you...I feel very stupid, how can I fall in love with my owner, I keep telling myself to not fall for you but...I still love you very much. Y/n...what I'm gonna tell you right now might shock you but...I hope you will be OK with that...when your grandma came to the store and told you to buy me a gift, she said "Can you be my little Y/n friend? I want you to be friends with her, not your magic... I don't want you to turn a stuffed animal into her friend. I want you, I trust you" Your grandma trusts Han very much so he can't refuse it... You pause and think for a moment, you start to realize something but you are not sure about it. Y/n... I'm not just a stuffed squirrel called Hannie...I have a big heart and that big heart has already been given to you, I love you, do you love me?... If you do... please turn around _Han Jisung_ as soon as you realize you immediately turn around and Han's arms already wrap around you and give you a warm hug. His eyes are tearing, he hugs you tight and leans his head on your shoulder "Y/n...I'm sorry for keeping this secret from you...I want to tell you when we were going out...but I'm scared...I'm scared that I will lose you" You tear up when you hear his words "S-so...what Hannie said this morning is was you...Hannie said that you will love me back and that was you" Han thought that he fuck up, and he pull away from the hug "yea... I planned it all. I'm sor-" you cut him off by kissing his lips. Han's eyes are wide and his face is red. You pull away from this kiss and hug him again

“ Han...i love you" He let out a sigh and a smile then h stoke your hair

"Y/n i love you so much...i won't leave you"

#skz han #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #han x reader #han jisung #han #han jisung imagines #jisung x reader

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melodop · 10 months

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Purple Rain

Note: This fanfic is not mine! This was made by the lovely R.J! ♡ I really do hope you enjoy and feel the same happiness as I did while reading!

Running through the heavy rain, shivering as Doppio accidentally stepped in a puddle, splattering water all over his purple jeans. The man had forgotten that this evening would be a cold rainy night. Of course, he had checked the weather beforehand. Thinking he’d get home before that period. Unfortunately, he had a meeting that took a little too long and now has to run back home in the freezing weather. Raindrops dropped from the pink-haired man’s face down on the sidewalk.

He’d surely arrive back drenched. It wouldn’t be surprising if he was sick the next morning. Even if he took a steamy, hot shower and made himself some chamomile tea, the closest thing he’d get was a stuffy nose and sneezing a ton. Sprinting through the street. The route home felt a lot longer than usual even if he was running as fast as he possibly could. Growing tired, his legs were about to give out. Needing a small rest even if that heightened his chances of turning ill. He’ll still get sick so why does it matter?

Bright lights illuminated a nearby bus stop, which was dry and could protect Doppio from the rain for a temporary moment. Sighing in relief, the man took cover and sat on the seat. His pink hair was stuck on his forehead due to his head and body being completely wet, and messy across his forehead. He sneezed, shivering as the cold temperature still lingered around him. Holding his drenched suitcase on his lap, gripping its handle tightly. Sniffling, he didn’t know how long he would stay covered by the rain. Wishing he was home now.

The weather didn’t seem like letting up at any moment. And waiting till it gets a little calmer seems impossible as it got heavier and heavier the more he stayed. Bouncing his leg and tapping his foot on the ground, stressing out. Praying that a miracle might happen, he didn’t care what it would be as long as he could get home safely. Even if he’s currently sopping wet. Whether it would be the rain stopping or just the temperature outside being warmed, he didn’t care at all.

It seems to be Doppio’s lucky day, as his wish got answered. In some way.

Hearing wet footsteps from his left, Doppio glanced over to see a pedestrian with an umbrella and a small jacket. They stopped near the bus station, looking at the pink-haired boy. They stared at each other for a brief amount of time. The man with the umbrella spoke up. “Are you okay, you’re very cold and wet. You’re taking shelter right?” The purple-haired man assumed correctly when Doppio nodded his head. The pedestrian smiled, meaning no harm to the poor man. Closing his umbrella and stepping under the bus stop for protection. The small metal bench didn't have room for two people, so he had to stand.

“You’ll be sick after this. I can't imagine you coming home and not falling ill.” He joked. Doppio laughed softly in response. “Yeah, would be a miracle honestly. Reporting in sick when you're sick is horrible…” Sighing in disappointment. “Well I wouldn't mind taking care of you if you're sick, I love helping people.” The purple-haired man stated. “Oh, I did forget to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Melone.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake with a soft smile. Doppio hesitated a little before giving him a shaky hand. “Nice to meet you Mel-” Before he could finish his sentence, he sneezed again, turning his head away to avoid sneezing on the stranger. Melone pulled away in shock, startled. “Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!” Doppio apologized, panicking. While Melone just shook his head. “It's okay, it wasn't intentional. Plus I'm wearing gloves anyway.”

The pink-haired man sighed, ashamed of himself even if he was assured it was fine. “My name is Doppio…” He introduced himself. Praying this won't make it a lot worse or awkward. “Nice to meet you, Doppio. You are an unlucky one huh?” Melone giggled. He does have empathy for the boy though.”Staying here won’t make it any better, I should be home as well.” He continued to talk, staring at the empty streets as the lamp poles illuminated. The shops were closed and the interior looked like a ghost house and the street lacked its usual activity and felt a lot more abandoned.

Doppio looked down. “Yeah, but getting even more drenched would surely result in me getting sick. Well- I'll already turn sick but I don't want it to worsen!” He complained, not angry at the man he just met. If anything he was more worried about himself. Imagining the days going by and him being stuck in his bed all day. Sure that sounded very amazing at first, however, Doppio prefers to be doing at least something other than binge-watch the latest series or movie franchise and falling asleep to take naps every so often.

Melone frowned. “I can always walk you home.” He proposed his idea with gripping the dark purple umbrella. Willing to help the man not get soaked further when they’re walking together to his house. Doppio looked at him with surprise, denying the fact something unbelievable like this would happen. Wanting to accept it badly, he still had second thoughts, especially about the well-being of Melone. “Wait- Wouldn’t that make your walk back home longer as well? M-My home is only 8 minutes away from here so I can just run again, right?” Doppio came up with an excuse to let the man walk on his own. While clinging to the fact he’d love to accept the suggestion.

“I don't mind a small walk in the rain, I'll be fine.” Melone opened his umbrella again, glancing at the man. “So, let's go, Doppio.” Insisting the man should follow him so they walk down the street together back to Doppio’s home. Holding the umbrella and stepping out the bus stop, covering himself with it. Doppio was still hesitating. It was either running through the rain for 8 or more minutes, or safely walking home with the stranger he just met. In the end, he accepted the offer. Gripping his suitcase tightly, walking towards the stranger as he was now covered by the umbrella, smiling awkwardly.

The two men walked along the street in silence. The only sound around the two were the wet footsteps of them walking, the rain drizzling on the umbrella and the slight wind brushing against their face. It made Doppio shiver. Staring down at the sidewalk. He was getting sleepy, especially since he had been worn out the entire day. Due to his subconsciousness, he didn't realize he was about to step into a puddle. Melone pulled him a little closer to make sure he didn't step into it and drenched his pants and shoes. “Careful where you step, you won't be lucky again.” Melone spoke, skipping over the puddle with the man. “Thank you…” Doppio thanked the man, wondering how he had so much patience.

The walk back felt a lot more comforting. Especially since he wasn’t getting showered by the rain, although it was still extremely cold. Internally planning to go take a warm shower and cover himself with a ton of blankets in hopes of somehow not becoming sick the next morning. Sniffling the snot back in his nose, he’d maybe have a stuffy nose, but that’s the least of his worries. He rested his head on Melone’s shoulders subconsciously. Making the man stop in his tracks, a little confused. “Are you okay, you’re a little sleepy, huh?” The purple-haired man questioned, bringing his hand up to caress Doppio’s wet hair, making him snap out of his sleepy trance again, backing up slightly, just to get a few raindrops on his head before Melone stepped closer to cover him again. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Doppio’s face went a little pink, not knowing if it’s because of embarrassment or Melone’s kindness and patience. Nodding again. “Sorry again, I’m just- very tired…” He laughed at the end of his apology to not make it too awkward. Blinking a couple of times. The other man just shook his head. “It's alright, you don't have any harm. It felt quite nice though, even if you're completely wet.” Melone was expecting he would be resting his head on his shoulder again, sadly he didn't do it. Maybe because it had to do with trial and error, or it was purely embarrassing for the other. A little disappointed.

“You know, I don't like walks in the rain, but this time it feels fun...” Doppio confessed, scratching his head. Being with Melone felt a lot comforting. “Sure is.” Melone agreed. This felt pleasant. “Is it maybe because you aren’t walking alone and I can keep you company?” He assumed. In his own opinion, he did feel special for walking with Doppio, nevertheless, Doppio could have a different feeling about it. “Well- Yeah, it is enjoyable.” Doppio admitted, correcting Melone’s assumption. It made him feel very pleased. “I enjoy it too…”

The two had chattered and walked a long way, until Doppio realized the street they were in. His apartment was nearby. Disrupting Melone while he was talking by pointing at an apartment building. “Sorry for interrupting you but- I’m already home now.” He told the man. It made both of them disappointed that their interaction ended so quickly. This was probably the quickest 8 minutes that Doppio had experienced, maybe because he was having fun. The pink-haired man stared at the building, a little uncertain. “Hey, I’ll walk with you till you get inside.” Melone told him, with Doppio being comfortable enough to accept it and walk with him to the entrance of the building.

Doppio rummaged through his pockets for his keys, eventually finding them and opening the door leading into the apartment in general. Holding the door open, he gave one last glance at Melone. “Thank you again. Your name was uh…”

“It’s Melone.”

“Yeah, thank you Melone. I hope we’ll get to see each other again…” Doppio said his goodbyes to the man as he entered the apartment, the door closing in front of Melone as he saw Doppio run up the stairs. Leaving footprints of his shoes on the stairs. Stepping back and watching up from the apartment, where he could see Doppio on the fourth floor running to his apartment and finally entering it. Looking down, a little sad it ended too soon, but then again he’d hope to see him again some day. Walking the opposite direction back to the busstop.

The way back was a lot more lonelier for Melone.

4 days later

Doppio looked out the window, he was on a bus heading over to the city to do some errands for the boss, considering his boss was a pretty anti-social guy, and also to keep his identity anonymous from the public. These days felt a lot more quieter, although he loved the peace and quiet, ever since he met Melone he’d miss that feeling of being close to him. Especially since Doppio doesn’t know anyone besides his boss and a couple of co-workers from Unita Speciale.

Unfortunately, Doppio had indeed fallen ill for 2 days, mostly sleeping the entire day and consuming warm food and drinks to help him get better. These days were terrible for the man, knowing he’d have so many errands to fulfill. Though he was surprised to hear that Diavolo spared him and just ordered him to do the grocery shopping today. Crossing his arms, he was nearly at the city. Which was also somewhere near the place he met Melone.

The bus stopped for a brief moment as new passengers entered the bus. He didn't pay attention to them, it was none of his business as he continued to stare out the window. “Excuse me, can I sit here?” A familiar voice rang behind him, Doppio turned around to indeed be met with who he had expected to see. It was Melone, his eyes widened. The two stared at each other for a brief moment. Although Melone, didn’t seem to recognize him. Maybe he already forgot about him? Or it was because Doppio decided to have his hair loose today. “Oh!- Sure.” He looked away, refraining any sort of eye contact from the man. Melone thanked him and sat down. Was this a coincidence? Did Doppio make this a little too awkward and should’ve he just told Melone it was him?

“Hey, Doppio.” Melone elbowed him. “You do remember my name, right?”

#dopmelo #melodop #la squadra #melone #jjba #golden wind #doppio #rarepair #rare ship #mlm #fanfiction #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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floccinaucinihilipilificationa · 6 years

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#selfie bee #guess who just bought a bibical amount of gouache #I can't wait until it arrives!! I the colours look so fun and happy c:#I hope this online order goes better than the strickers that arrived on monday #I ordered them a long time ago and forgot about them and then suddenly there is this little sticker package at the door #and when I picked them up I thought wow! these are some heavy stickers #turns out that I hadn't ordered one sticker package #I have ordered one sticker package six times #I mean I really like this green little cat but what am I going to do with 25 green cat stickers that say NO!!#I just don't say no that often in sticker form #but the green cat that is flipping an egg in the pan and lets it fall on the floor is great #she is a good friend #it's good to have 6 green cat egg friends #:)#I'm going to visit some friends in a different city today!!#my hair is still wet I hope the bus won't be cold #I hope you'll have a great weekend as well!

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The First Letter

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To: Choi Seungcheol

From: Y/N

Hi, Seungcheol.

I know that in your life, I've probably been a side character. A classmate in your autobiography or life movie. I don't expect to become anything more than that because now, I don't think I have a chance.

We've known each other since we were young. We've known each other for all of our life basically, right?

I can still remember what a cute kid you were back in kindergarten. You were such a nice little boy and whenever the other kids picked on me, you would stand up to them and say, “Hey! I'll tell the teacher and I'll also tell Y/N's parents about everything!”

I don't know if you remember that, but I do.

When we went to middle school, I think that's when I first began liking you. Even though we live just a block apart from each other, we didn't talk a lot outside of school. Since we were both classmates and knew each other's house location, it was a bit awkward for me, but thank you for talking to me when we waited for the bus at the bus stop together. Sometimes you would just briefly mention my hair or the small details like new shoes or socks.

Thinking about it still gives me hope that you like me.

Throughout middle school, you always fed me hope. Maybe because in general, you were just a charming, manly, attractive, and caring guy. Maybe I'm still misunderstanding too many of your actions.

I can remember so many times that my heart fluttered and my stomach filled with butterflies because of you, Seungcheol. Since this is a letter to you that I won't send, I guess I'll just write them all down here to keep as a memory, just in case I ever miss you or feel nostalgic. You're my first love, after all, Seungcheol.

There was this time when we were in 6th grade. In 6th grade, both of us didn't talk much, and surprisingly, we didn't get a lot of long-term projects together. I don't think we got any at all actually.

Anyway, it was the middle of spring and both of us were just hanging out with our group of friends. You were throwing around a paper ball, playing a game of catch with your friends during the break. I was just being the usual me, listening to my friends talk while drawing dancing cartoons in the empty spaces in my notebook. Sometimes I would glance up and catch a glimpse of you catching the ball.

Despite being in middle school, you had really large, muscular arms. I was watching you and your friend play catch for a bit. Your friend was right next to me, catching the ball, and you were on the opposite side. I turned back to my notebook then all of a sudden, the ball flew right in my face from your hands.

I let out a small “ouch” even though it didn't hurt. Your friend asked me if I was okay, to which I replied that I was fine. Just then, I don't know when you came, but you came in front of me and took my face in your hands. It only hit my forehead but you examined my cheeks, chin, nose, turning my face in all sorts of directions while asking “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” and saying “I'm so sorry” repeatedly. As I'm writing this, the lingering feeling of your warm palms holding my head and the side of my neck still makes my heart race. I didn't think my heart could beat so fast but it did. I think that's when I was sure I liked you more than a one-sided crush. It became a one-sided love for another two years.

There were way too many times my heart fluttered because of you but because this letter is already so long, I will only express my side of three of those times.

I hope this is an event that you remember. It was the day when you, me, and two other friends went to an amusement park. I think of this day as a double date. I can still remember my friend joking about how you and I looked so good together. I don't know if you noticed but I was so shy. She was also joking about how ‘this was a double date’ and because I was being paired up with you like that, I was just feeling over the moon. You didn't even say anything to deny it, you just laughed as I did.

I remember how your friend was convincing you to ride some rollercoasters but you were so afraid and whining. I remember just thinking you were so cute even though the memory is a bit blurry.

After that, because I wanted us to get closer, I said, “I'll ride it with you, it'll be okay.”

You were still skeptical but to me, it looked like you were giving in. I always wonder if it was because of me or if you were annoyed by your friend's continuous convincing. If it was because of me, then, I might regret not telling you my feelings.

Anyway, I rode the rollercoaster with you and I was, evidently, really scared. I was so scared to ride that thing that I was unintentionally screaming with you with my eyes shut. My hand was holding tightly onto the bar that secured us and I couldn't open my eyes at all. Just then, I felt your hand on mine and I could feel the courage to open my eyes. When I finally stopped yelling and opened my eyes, I saw that you still had your eyes squeezed, gripping my hand tightly.

You looked so cute, Seungcheol. If you opened your eyes, you would have seen how brightly I was smiling. Later that night, I remember, I rolled around in my bed and wiggled thinking back on it.

However, whenever I tried to get close with you, I always backed out because even though there are small moments like those I mentioned, there are more times where it seems like you don't like me the way that I like you. I don't know your heart and I know better than anyone that being friends with you would only make my love for you grow deeper.

It's the first time I'm feeling this way for anyone and I don't know what to do. I want to get closer and explicitly tell you that I like you and want you to date me, but at the same time, I don't know which decision is right. We're both still young is the only excuse I can think of, but still, I can't bring myself to tell you how I feel. All I know is that I might be in love with you and you make my heart race.

This is the last thing I'll share in this letter, even though you won't receive it. I just want to tell you my honest feelings that I can't tell you about physically. Yes, I'm being a coward and writing a letter like this.

You know, Seungcheol, you always had this strong aura to you. You can be so cute but you're so masculine too. I like how caring you are, always taking care of your classmates. I admire you for having such a great sense of responsibility. You always remind me when I'm on cleanup duty. Not to mention how charismatic you look when you rap alone at the bus stop. Your deep voice is beautiful when you sing too. I don't think you know how much I know about you. I don't want to seem creepy because these types of things are just things I can't help noticing. I don't even know why I'm writing this down, it just crossed my mind just now. I might as well pour out the rest of my heart to carve you out, right?

There was this one time last year, at the bus stop, when I arrived before you did. Usually, you always came to the bus stop first, and honestly, without you there made me feel uneasy. It made me realize a lot that your presence gave me feelings of reassurance and comfort. Without you there, I was so paranoid that I took out my headphones just in case my headphones would block out the sound of someone coming. I just remember feeling so scared, clenching my cold fists in my lap. The morning was gloomy and it was even raining.

I remember my mind racing, waiting for you to come. However, I was getting even more scared at the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to hear anything so I just wore my headphones again and listened to some music. I was looking down the sidewalk in the direction of my house, wondering if I should ask my father to drive me to school instead, when all of a sudden, you yanked out my headphones.

You were panting, covered in rain. I stood up because I was shocked and nearly wanted to hug you for coming but because we weren't close, I knew it'd be awkward if I thanked you or something. However, what you said to me, has always lingered in my head.

“Hey!” You shouted in a scolding tone, placing your hands on your hips. “What are you doing out here all alone? Why didn't you go back home and get an umbrella, it's raining so much! Plus, you could have waited until I came first until you decided to sit here alone with music blocking your ears! What are you, stupid!?”

At that time, I just stood, frozen. I was wondering why you didn't have an umbrella meanwhile my heart was fluttering. I was wondering why you were scolding me. Were you worried for me? Do you like me? Those questions still float around.

After scolding me, you sighed and apologized.

“No, it's okay,” I said quietly. I couldn't tell you that I was scared because I just didn't know how to say it without making it awkward. If I did say that I was scared since you weren't with me, would things change?

In the end, you were still soaking wet so you called your dad to get you an umbrella. Why was that? Why didn't you just come out with an umbrella?

I have so many questions about so many seemingly minor things you do to me. Are you worried just for me or are you worried for everyone, including all our classmates? Do you find me a source of comfort or were you just too scared to think on the rollercoaster?

Since the questions will never get answered like how this letter will never get mailed, I will conclude negatively, that you don't feel the same way. The main reason I'm writing this letter anyway is that I'm deciding to get over you. I know we're probably going to be stuck in the same high school but I'm going to stop loving you foolishly like this.

Thank you for being my first love. You being yourself made me feel so many different kinds of feelings, so many different emotions. I fell in love for the first time and I'm glad it was with someone like you, even if the ending is bittersweet. After summer break passes, I'll make sure to get over you.

I won't forget you though. I won't forget the way you cared for me. I won't forget the way you are.

You're an unforgettable first love, Seungcheol.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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6/18/21 - 3:39 pm

a/n: I'm in love with the entire Your Choice album!!! Ready to Love is such a beautiful song, gosh, I'm in love with it!!! Seventeen always has superior B-Sides and ANYONE is my new bias wrecker + The members posted on Instagram today for the first time in forever (except for Seungkwan)!!!

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mochiable · 3 years

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anonymous request: hi bub, i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i wanted to ask for a namjoon drabble or one shot about him and reader meeting on the bus and namjoon asking them out. a lot of fluff and cheesiness pleaseeee. thank you sm!

— rainy route.

pairing namjoon x gn!oc. genre fluff. wc 2.8k

The raindrops fell heavily, without stopping. They pounded the ground angrily, unleashing all their fury on the dark, wet pavement. People were running, looking for somewhere to take shelter from the rain. You just watched them, scrutinising them with your eyes and pondering why they would escape the rain, it was just water, just that, liquid falling from the sky.

You jumped into a puddle, splashing and getting mud on your shoes. You smiled sideways, wiggling your feet from side to side. Your father was going to kill you when he saw you.

As you got closer to the bus stop, the silhouette of a tall, hooded boy became clearer and clearer. As soon as you recognised him, your feet anchored themselves to the ground, forbidding you to walk any further and bringing you closer and closer to the boy. Now was the moment when you regretted not having taken an umbrella with you, the moment when you were ashamed of your soaked clothes, of your broken, craggy hair and above all of your muddy shoes. God, he must have seen you jump over that puddle.

Slowly your feet revived and you started walking towards the bus stop. Facing your fateful destiny you managed to get under the shelter of the roof, although nothing made sense anymore. You tried to ignore the male presence standing a few feet away from you, but you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His name is unknown information. You knew absolutely nothing about him, only that he was damned handsome and generous. You saw him every day when he came to take the bus home. For months you had the opportunity to watch him from a distance, trying to camouflage your curiosity, but not quite managing to disguise it. You tried to convince yourself that it was impossible for him to notice your constant glances, but deep inside you knew there was a possibility that every time he turned towards you it was because he felt your eyes on his profile.

In any case, even if you had never spoken to him, you felt more than fortunate every time he flashed you his cute smile as a greeting. You had the luxury of thinking that those smiles were only and exclusively for you, scattering from your mind the thoughts that that's what he did with everyone.

“It's turning into a downpour, isn't it?”, his voice brought you out of your reverie, startling you slightly. You turned your head slightly and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He had his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the raindrops over the top of his glasses.

You looked down slightly and with your right hand you pinched your thigh, trying to prove that the boy was really talking to you. You groaned at the pain you inflicted on yourself, causing the boy to turn his gaze towards you and look at you with curious eyes. Noticing this, you raised your head and looked straight ahead, watching the cars pass by and the water on the road being lifted by their wheels. “Yeah.”

And that's how you kill the only possible conversation you'll ever have with the guy you like.

“God, you're soaking wet. Did you fall in a puddle?”, fortunately I didn't notice any hint of mockery in his question, which somehow managed to make me relax. Just a little.

“No,” you let out a nasal laugh and tried to control your breathing, praying to God your voice wouldn't break. “It's just that I didn't bring an umbrella and I found it stupid to stand under some doorway.”

“Stupid?”, now it was his turn to laugh. Holly fuck, his laugh. You had just found your favourite sound. No doubt you could stay for hours listening to it. “You could have made yourself sick. In fact... yes, I think you already got sick”, in less than a second you found him in front of you, to see his face you had to look up. He brought his hand up to your face and with his index finger quickly touched the tip of your nose. "It's red," he informed you, smiling with sealed lips and raising his cheekbones.

The effort you made at that moment to keep from screaming was beyond any physical exercise you had been able to do so far. Your bones ached, and it wasn't especially because of the cold.

You stood still, the air catching in your throat and your pupils twitching as your eyes connected with his. You were about to say something, but were interrupted by the loud sound of a horn. You both turned your heads and both your eyes and mouth widened as you watched the bus swerve around a car and pass the bus stop. You closed your eyes tightly and leaned forward to keep all the standing water on the ground from caressing your back as little as possible.

However, the lashing of the water never came. That tall boy had been quick enough to roll you over yourself, grabbing your biceps and covering your body with his, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a tight embrace. He groaned at the cold sensation of the water crashing against his back, at the same time as you gasped in astonishment, unable to see beyond the grey fabric of his hoodie.

Did he just do what I think he did?

After a few seconds he separated his body from mine and looked down at me with a worried expression. He tilted his head subtly to make sure I wasn't any wetter than I was before. Seeing how my clothes were safe from another dip, he turned and pulled off his hood, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

I must have looked like a fool, but it was impossible for me not to open my mouth slightly at the sight. My eyes had decided to stop blinking just so I wouldn't miss a second of that beautiful sight.

“Why did you do that,” I asked once I had come out of my trance and approached him. I pawed a little at his sweatshirt, inevitably soaking my hand. He looked at me in confusion, as if what had just happened was hours ago. “You're completely wet! Have you lost your mind?”

Still with his head half-bent and with several strands of hair falling over his eyes, he turned to look at you and smiled. You felt yourself melt at that very moment - how could an already naturally attractive person be even more so? Was that even possible?

“You're worse off than I am. Don't worry, it'll dry,” he replied, repositioning his sweatshirt with one hand as he shook out his other hand to look at the time.

The bus we were both waiting for finally arrived and you both approached the curb to get on. He let you pass first, so you gave him a smile as a thank you. While you were looking for the bus card so you could pay for the trip, he went to find a seat. You finally managed to get your card and as soon as you had paid you made your way to your seat.

You had intended to sit in the front seats, but in the distance you saw the as-yet-unnamed boy raise his arm and wave to you, then point to the empty seat next to him. Not believing that he could be talking to you, you turned your head in case there was someone behind you, but obviously there wasn't. You turned again and pointed to yourself with your index finger touching your chest. You heard a soft chuckle from him and saw him nod his head repeatedly. Feeling your cheeks slowly turning pink, you walked towards him while trying to hide your face with the collar of your jacket.

“I hope you don't mind sitting with someone who looks like they've just had a shower,” he joked once you sat down next to him. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Sitting next to you is a dream come true, you thought.

“That's what I should be telling you. I don't think you're any worse off than I am,” you replied, looking down at your own clothes and wiggling your feet, making the wet soles squeak on the bus floor.

“What do you mean worse? A bus bathed me whole!”, his eyes widened as he shook his hands in exaggerated gestures to prove his point.

“I lied to you. I jumped over every puddle I came across on the way here. I'm worse, end of discussion,” you rebutted, glaring at him with challenging eyes and watching devotedly as two cute dimples formed on his cheeks. Oh, I’d do anything to see them every day.

“Well, look on the bright side. We won't need to shower for a long time,” he joked again pulling a laugh from your throat and getting irritated looks from the other passengers the second he did. You both inclined your heads towards them in apology and laughed softly again as soon as your eyes met.

It might seem strange, but even though you had only known him for five minutes, there was a peace and tranquillity in talking to him that you had rarely felt when meeting another person. As if everything was in its place, as if everything fitted together perfectly.

But the warm interaction was interrupted by the freezing air that forced its way through the doors of the bus. Making your skin crawl and causing a chill that went up your spine. You prayed that the boy sitting next to you hadn't noticed, but he did, and in less than a second he'd already offered you his seat, which was further from the doors, and from which his body could protect you.

“Kim Namjoon,” he said suddenly. You unconsciously turned your head and saw his eyes fixed where the driver was. You stood for a few seconds in silence waiting for an answer until he turned his gaze towards you and showed you his white, straight teeth. “My name is Kim Namjoon, what is your name?”

“I am Ahn Chungae,” you replied quietly, watching in awe as his eyes glistened in the direct light of the moon's rays.

“It's a pleasure, Ahn Chungae,” he repeated in a whisper. You didn't know if it was your imagination, but his face was getting closer and closer to yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what must be going through his mind.

At that moment you turned your head towards the window and stood quietly staring at the foggy glass in front of you. Trying to avoid his gaze at all costs, you drew a sad face on the window, keeping your fingers glued to the glass as you looked through it at the lights of the city. Seconds later Namjoon's hand came into contact with yours, causing you to stop breathing for a moment. He carefully wrapped his hand around your fingers and moved them, drawing what would have been two eyes on the opposite side of the ones you had previously drawn, now forming a smiley face. Then he released your hand, which you placed in your lap, and you watched as his fingers would make their way through the steam from the window, writing two letters: RM.

“RM?”, that question sprang to your lips. Namjoon put his arm in front of your face, resting his hand on the glass. You turned and raised your head, meeting his angelic face, looking at you with a curiosity that made your stomach churn.

“I'm in a rap group, that's what my friends call me,” he laughed as his arm returned to a normal position. He was quiet for a few seconds, staring at you and scanning your face patiently. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“I think the closest thing to a nickname I have is 'Peach'?” you replied after you had organised all your thoughts.

“Why 'Peach'?” he asked curiously, bringing the side of his body closer to yours, coming to brush against your shoulders in a subtle way.

You couldn't help but blush when that question came out of his mouth. “My father started calling me that because when I was little I used to climb on the kitchen chairs to reach the peaches so I could eat them,” you admitted, a little embarrassed, trying to erase the image of you with a completely smudged face from your memory.

“How old were you?” “Two,” you replied with a giggle, eliciting a laugh from him as well.

“You sure were a beautiful baby,” he said bumping his shoulder against yours in an effort to embarrass you further.

“Stop it,” you groaned with laughter bringing your hands up to your face and hiding it from his eyes. You heard his laughter again and felt his warm hands come to rest on yours, pulling them away from your face.

“Don't cover yourself, please. I like your eyes,” he complimented you, unaware that he was causing a whirlwind of emotions to run wild inside you. How could he say all those beautiful words to you as if they were nothing? Did he not have compassion?

With nothing more to say, an awkward silence formed between the two of you. He seemed to be calm, staring straight ahead and humming a song your ears were unfamiliar with. You watched him out of the corner of your eye and tried not to shout. Say something! Talk to him! But nothing came out of your mouth.

“Chungae?” he spoke suddenly, snapping you out of your self-destructive thoughts and making you turn to him. “How old are you?” he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers trying to slow his heart rate.

“Twenty-two, why?” you inquired back, furrowing your brows in confusion.

Namjoon sighed in what seemed like a sense of relief, which further fueled my doubts. “It's just that I wanted to make sure I wouldn't go to prison for asking you out.”

A smile settled on your face without warning giving away your answer in less than half a second.

“Don't worry, you could always say I made you think I'm of age,” you played along, suddenly feeling more confident.

“While I'm handcuffed and forced to keep quiet? Or better yet behind bars?” he joked, cupping his hand to his chin and leaning in your direction.

“I'd come visit you,” you assured him, leaning in his direction as well.

A smile formed on his lips and he moved closer to me, “Let's have a date, Chungae, tomorrow.”

Again you cursed being wet from head to toe, the shivering it gave you only made your nerves run high. You couldn't look him in the face from the embarrassment that suddenly hit you, so you decided to look over to where a man was sleeping with his mouth open, praying for strength.

“Why should I accept?” you asked in a whisper, rolling the laces of your sweatshirt with your fingers. “I don't know you at all, you could be any kind of freak,” you continued, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Well, I'm a little clueless... and clumsy. Very clumsy, I don't know how I haven't done anything stupid yet with how nervous I am,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “But we know each other. We've been on the same bus for months and I know perfectly well that you don't stop staring at me until I get off at my stop,” he argues, leaving you in a state of surprise, you definitely hadn't been anything but disguised.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, playing dumb. You couldn't believe he'd actually figured it out.

“Because I don't stop looking at you until I get off either,” he replied, making your heart skip a beat. What had he just said?

You rested your arms on the back of the empty seat in front of you and then put your head on them. He looked really cute with his cheeks slightly pink and avoiding your gaze. You were trying to look brave at the time, but the truth is that you were waiting to get home so you could scream with excitement.

“So...” as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, he looked at you and froze when he saw that you were also looking at him, and realising that you had already been doing it for a while, “since I'm legal, you can ask me out on a date.”

“I... Sorry about that, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all,” he spoke haltingly as he looked away again, action that brought a smile to your lips. Oh, how the table had turned.

“Alright,” you blurted out suddenly, facing him and bumping your back against the window. He looked back at you with a confused expression. “See you tomorrow at the usual stop.”

That's how you got a smile out of him, one that wouldn't be the last and which was the author of the future ones.

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a long time. i’m sorry for being so inactive these last few months, but i’m in my last year of high school and i had to concentrate on my studies. anyway, as an apology i bring you this one shot i had unfinished in drafts. i hope you like it, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think, i love knowing your opinion about my work. also, thanks for the 300 notes in jaehyun's two posts, it means a lot to me, thanks for the support. see you soon!

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zvolyx-lord-of-chaos · 4 years

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I've been typing into AI Dungeon like a madman for 4 hours and came up with this delusional piece of hot garbage. This is the second part I guess, but you won't want to read the first part because it's even more painful. Anyway, I have this saved as "CringeGenderBendTrash" on my phone, so you know what you got yourselves into. Let the Cringe begin:

"No...no... I can't..." You can no longer find any words.

And even if you could, you couldn't say them with strange girl's voice you had now. A girl's voice. *Your* voice.

As the weight of your situation begins to set on you, your emotions catch up to you and you break down.

You collapse to the floor and begin bawling uncontrollably.

Your now longer hair gets in your face as you let tears flow freely from your eyes and you begin to choke on your sobs.

Your nose starts to drip as you continue crying, so you bring your hand up to your face to wipe it. Both your hands and face feel so small and unfamiliar.

Imagine that, your own hands and face, unfamiliar. You try to stop yourself from crying further, and fail fail miserably. After a few minutes your crying starts to die down slightly when, in a small effort to comfort yourself, you bring your legs closer to your chest and they bump against your...your...

You're hit with a new wave of emotiome as you again start to wail and choke, your eyes dry as you have run out tears to cry.

You don't even care if someone hears you, you just want to cry.

To cry as loudly as you can.

'Shouldn't it feel wrong, wanting to cry?', you think. After all, you were taught for years that you shouldn't need to.

Bu t that didn't matter now because, somehow, crying is somehow you feel... a little better.

You continue to cry, alone on the bathroom floor, thinking of all that's just happened to you, and what will happen to your life.

After a few more minutes, your sobs begin to soften into sniffles. As you regain your composure you come to the conclusion that maybe crying once in a whole isn't so bad, after all. It's a good way to get out your sadness and pain. It did htell you to, after all. That's not why you had stoped crying; however. In fact, you still wanted to cry. You had simply lost the energy and will to do so.

After a time, you get up and face your reflection again.

You're not sure what you were expecting, but nothing ha s changed about your appearance.

Apart from your wet face and red eyes, that is.

Still sniffling, which sounded painfully adorable, (and contributed to why you still wanted to cry), you wash off your face and dry it with a nearby towel.

Unfortunately, it catches on one of your horns and rips.

You sigh in dismay. You had somehow almost forgotten about them.

You turn back up to the mirror and run your hands over your horns. They were cold and smooth. And though they weren't particularly sharo, they would be easy to get things stuck on.

In total there were four horns. Two sets of two, a large one and a slightly smaller one below it on each side.

They wrapped around from the back sides of your head and curved around to the front, where they then curved in toward you face slightly and pointed down at the ends, forming a sort of strange, hook-like shape.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out they weren't completely black, and had a dark purple tint toward the bottom. Somehow, you found them quite... beautiful.

Strange. Just yesterday up you would have never been able to think of them that way, let alone compliment someone's.

You shook the thought from your head. What you thought didn't matter, after all. The fact that they were there at all told the whole world exactly what you were now– a half-demon. The downsidea to this alone were numerous– strict curfews, forbidden entry to some businesses, hatred, fear, denial of work, some people even attacked half-demons for no reason! It had been this way for years, sadly.

Around the world, all different kinda of non-humans faced numerous injustices, and your city was a no exception.

For examlple: until recently, non-human children were barred from schools throughour the country, and it took almost 5 years of protest and other pressures on the government to finally get a law passed to fix it.

You sigh and shake your head.

'This is too much to think about right now.', 'I just need to focus on what I'm going to do right now.'

By this time, the sick feeling had mostly left you, but you still hurt everywhere, and your clothes were nearly soaked with sweat. gross.

All these physical changes had taken a huge toll on your body, and you were completely exhausted and dehydrated.

After some encouragement from yourself, you manage to make your way out of the bathroom and back to your room where you search for a fresh set of clothes.

You rummage around your dresser drawers and pull out a shirt and pair of pants, hoping to get dressed so you can get some water before resting a while.

You are dismayed to discover, however, that the pants are far too big for you now, and they fall straight off, taking your, until then still on, underwear with them.

Your face flushes red with embarrassment and you snap your head upwards quickly, wishing you still had the energy to cry at least a little.

Why me? You ask yourself.

Sighing, you turn back to your dresser and dig around until you find it: "it" being a shirt your mom had bought for you online, but had selected the wrong size for.

Silently thanking your mom for her mistake, and yourself for having kept the thing, you drape the (now even more so) extremely large shirt over you. Hanging slightly off one shoulder, and covering you almost perfectly below your knees,

you are now in the proper water-fetching attire.

Exiting your room, you quickly and quietly make your way downstairs to the kitchen, the blanket-like shirt swishing around you as you move.

Ignoring the breezy feeling tickling your legs as you walk, you reach the kitchen and, with minor difficulty, grab a glass from the now slightly higher cabinet.

Finally, with your hands completely buried in your shirt's enormous sleeves, you take the glass and fill it from the refrigerator's water filter.

After you finish your drink, (and a further two after that), you put your glass in the sink. And begin to leave the kitchen.

As you're beginning to exit the kitchen, you glance at you shirt-sleeve-covered hands and an idea pops into your head.

Following through, you start shaking your arms up and down. Slowly, at first, and then slightly faster. The sleeves draping far over your hands begin to flop around every which way, making a fwwp fwwp sound as they do.

'Hehe... this is kinda fun, somehow. It's just an oversized shirt, but it's fun', you giggle to yourself.

You continue to play with the shirt's long sleeves for some time and then do a small twirl, the shirt swishing around your legs and making a small wsssh sound as you spin.

You feel yourself smiling and about to let out a small laugh when you snap back to reality.

'No! Now is not the time to be playing!', you snap at yourself internally, 'I've got to figure out... well, everything.'.

Your thoughts continue: 'Oh man I probably looked so stupid, spinning around like that...', the mental image you form is too embarrassing to think about. Blushing from the thought, you shake it and contine; 'It is tue, though. I need to start thinking about what to do next.'

You think for a moment, 'I guess I could start by–' your train of thought is interrupted when you hear a noise coming from your parents' bedroom.

Up to this point you hadn't needed to worry about anyone seeing you like... well, like this, as you had woken up so early.

But now, as it was approaching 7:00am, your parents were starting to wake up.

'Crap. I need to get back before anyone sees me.'

You hastily make your way back to your room before anyone has a chance to leave their own.

If you actually read the whole thing you need to get a psychiatrist, because there's something seriously wrong with you. With both of us.

Goodbye.

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