#my head is full of the highschool sweethearts au and i would have yelled about that but we'd be here all day ajajsnsnsn

[derelictdumbass]

*points water gun at you* this is your official tunglr ramble pass. give me the juicy f/o love posting or i will shoot. this is a threat 🔫

HONESTLY VIK IT'S SO HOT PLEASE SHOOT ME WITH THE WATER GUN P L E A S E —

BUT I WILL STILL GIVE U THE LOVE POSTING BC I'M F E E L I NG S O MUCH RN,,

MY BRAIN IS SO FULL OF

H I M,, 🥺💜💜💜 (I FORGOT I HAD THIS GIF ON MY PHONE AND NOW I'M SCREAMING SIR HOW DARE YOU SMILE AT ME LIKE T H A T — *WHEEZES* 💝💕💞💖💗❤💓💘💜💝💓💞❤💖💗💘❤💝❤💜)

I haven't talked about Jacob a lot but g o d I love him so much,, I really just wanna wake him up with coffee in the morning and cover his face in kisses 😔😔💜💜💜 LIKE GOD I JUST WANT TO TAKE CARE OF THIS MAN, I WANT TO WASH HIS HAIR FOR HIM, I WANT TO COOK FOR HIM, I WANT TO SMOTHER HIM WITH ALL THE LOVE AND AFFECTION HE NEVER GOT, I WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL SAFE AND ADORED O K A Y ASHSJSHSHS

I also jus,, need to yell about one dynamic we have which is just,, whenever we're having a "people are too much right now" moment/day we'll still hang out with each other. Because we can just sit down as close or as far apart as we feel like that day and not have to talk or anything, just co-existing in a comfortable silence doing our own thing,,

AN LIKE I CAN BE A MEGA GRUMPY BABY AND HE'S ONE OF THE F/O'S I KNOW COULD HANDLE THAT A LOT BETTER,, Like if i ever get snappy he just whisks me outside for a hike or something because he knows being cooped up inside working gets to me AND LIKE,, IF HE EVER GETS GRUMPY I JUST HAVE TO SIT ON HIM TO MAKE HIM RELAX AND I THINK THAT'S VERY SEXY OF US AHSJSSHSJS

I'm just so full of love for Jacob and i just want him to call me "pup" and snort when i call him "old man" and kiss my temple and be soft with meeeeee e e e e e hhhhhhhhh 💜💜💜💜💜

#nadine answers #Far Cry Tag #ship: Only Us #one order of f/o love posting just for u #served with a plate of softness and uwu's #my head is full of the highschool sweethearts au and i would have yelled about that but we'd be here all day ajajsnsnsn #I JUST WANNA HOLD HIS HANDDDDD AND KISSS HIM ON THE MOUUUUTHHHH #like i could scream about the different dynamics we have in each au for d a y s #THANK YOU FOR THIS GUSH PASS VIK I THREW ONE RIGHT BACK AT UR FACE I AM HOPE IT WENT THROUGH AKAJANSNS 😔💜💜💜 #we out here; gushin; vibin; dyin ajajsjdjfnfjf #doppleganger friend 💜

[missinghan]

dandelion ⤖ hwang hyunjin

❖ genre : strangers to lovers!au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 12,2k.

❖ warning : explicit language 

❖ summary : it’s funny how you’ve been second-guessing every single thing in life to the T but the only thing you didn’t just happens to be running after a total stranger named Hwang Hyunjin.

one.

“And that, my friend, is the end of the chapter. See, that wasn’t so hard, you just need to pay more attention to the details.” Minho shuts his textbook closed and grins at you from your laptop screen. 

Your typical Monday starts with online school and ends with Lee Minho since your non-existent brain cells furiously agree to comprehend zero ounce of what your teacher rambled about accounting. Being the sly snake that he is, Minho ‘kindly’ offered you a weekly tutor session with him. Kindly, that is. And you simply cannot see that specific word in his less than appropriate vocabulary when all he did for the past ninety minutes was repeating the same damn things that your teacher did last week. 

You groan rather quietly. “How am I supposed to pay more attention to them when they’re so fucking small ?” And you don’t even have to think twice to see that smug smile appearing on your friend’s face. 

One that pops up whenever he’s clinging onto Han Jisung’s back like the sloth that he is, one that also occurs when he’s mentally prepare himself to clapping back at you with the most obnoxious yet witty comment that’s gonna make you wanna jump through the laptop screen and strangle him until he begs you to stop.

“Well, aren’t you being unreasonable ?” Minho tuts. “In fact, the smallest details are by far the most important.” You can’t help but scowl when he’s talking all calmly in his wisdom glory as if he’s Sherlock Holmes and you’re John Waston, running after him from one place to another as he keeps lecturing you and acting all mysterious with his stupid deerstalker. 

As if he’s asking you to examine a dead body with grand conclusions and spits at you afterwards “Nice one John, you missed every single essential detail that’d give us a lead, again.” A stark contrast compared to when he’s yelling and running around spontaneously. Tsk, so unnecessary. 

You feel a rush of air rising up in your rib cage as you cough harshly into the sleeves of your shirt. “Alright— smartie pants, how about you— go find Han and just make— out on Changbin’s expensive leather couch, yeah ?” You say between coughs, hand reaching for the oxygen tubes that’s carelessly thrown on the side of your bed. 

The boys always come over to Changbin’s place for a movie night every Monday. You believe that they’re planning on seeing the sequel of ‘Jumanji’ to switch it up instead of watching Woojin’s sappy dramas. How fitting. 

Minho pouts. “Come on sour patch, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to point out how much of a dumbass you are.” And it’s no doubt that those words of his are dripping with sarcasm and fake empathy. He’s too predictable at this point. 

Normal people would have freaked out to see their friend choking on air like this but it’s been countless times since Minho saw you hacking up lungs and had people yelling at him “Why the fuck are you just standing there ? She’s dying !” But truthfully, you do that all the time and he just doesn’t want to waste a single chance to at least make fun of you.

You sneer at him. “Hold your fucking tongue, you hypocrite.” As you put on the oxygen tubes and loop them around the rim of your ears, you breath adjusts itself slowly and steadily until you don’t sound like a drowning donkey again. 

“Whatever Y/N, I hope you don’t fail Park’s accounting class because that’d ruin my reputation.” Minho rolls his eyes dramatically as if the scene he’s just caused wasn’t dramatic enough in the first place. “Do you have the slightest idea of what I was trying to teach you for the past hour and a half ?” He asks semi-seriously because no matter how passionate he is about pestering you, you failing a subject because of him is the last thing he wants to go home with on his conscience. 

“Nope.” You beam. 

Minho closes his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. He’s trying so hard not to scream out loud right now, such an amusing sight. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” He repeats after himself, sounding more like he’s trying to prevent himself from exploding rather than comforting you about your stupidity. “We can just start over, I’ll just make a quick summary and you try to do the assignments by yourself after this, okay ?” 

“Fine.” 

And as Minho starts blabbering about the mere basics of accounting, the door swings open to reveal Jackson - your nurse - who’s pushing a cart full of medications inside your room, the wheels screeching against the tiled floor. “Having fun with maths again, I see.” Jackson comments with a mischievous smile. 

“Hey Jackson !” Minho inquires innocently. They both used to share a room when Jackson was still in college. Not to mention, he was good friends with 3racha and made dope music for Minho’s auditions. So you can say that Minho’s technically allowed to fanboy a little over your nurse. “You best believe that Y/N has been doing the most to comprehend what I was saying since she just appreciates me so much.” 

Jackson cackles loudly, too loudly for the sake of being in a hospital. He’s lucky that they spent a good amount of cold, hard cash to make the walls soundproof. “Just bear with her until freshman year is over. Don’t pick on the sick kid, that’s not very nice.” And now all you want to do is to put both of their heads on a stick because you know that having both Jackson Wang and Lee Minho in the same conversation is equivalent to the definition of ‘oneself against the world’. Because Jackson too, acts like an old bitchy cat and loves to laugh his ass off at your impending misery. 

You grit. “Square the fuck up.” But the scowl on your face soon fades as your nurse reaches his hand outwards underneath the blue fabric that has the whole cart covered and pulls out a brown paper bag. Now, it’s Jackson’s turn to give you a dirty look when you gratefully take the McDonal’s order from his hand like a three-year-old. “You peasants can live for the time being.” 

“You’re lucky that your body needs 3000 calories per day or else Jaebum will fire me for feeding you junk food so often.” He informs you rather sarcastically as he scatters your description medications across the table where you’d chose to put your collection of stuffed animals instead of other necessities like textbooks or plastic binders. “I didn’t sign up for this FYI, ugh, I need money to pay off student’s loan too you know ?”

And that’s another perfect example of one hundred and one reasons why you’re not pumped for college like other kids. First off, what do you mean if someone’s privileged then they get to turn the assignment in later than everyone else ? And secondly, how the fuck can a graduate pay off their loans when they’re struggling like a fish out of water to find a decent job ? Not to mention, college dramas are the absolute worst. Things won’t be as lighthearted as highschool when students are entering bars with fake IDs and do drugs to get their minds off things that are stressing them out, which is almost everything. 

In conclusion, college is just more of a shithole than highschool so you don’t really get the hype about it. 

“You’ll be fine, Wang, stop being so whiny.” You snicker and drop a french fire into your mouth before chewing obnoxiously. “Have fun with your night shift.” You wave him off as he glares at you while pushing the cart outside. The moment Jackson swings the door open again, you can see a figure passing by but this one in particular catches your attention. And surprisingly, it’s a boy because it’s been ages since you have some kind of interest in guys, non-platonically of course. 

Not to be one of those creepy people, but you’d admit it, he’s quite the looker. Defined nose, full lips and cute mono lids, the air tossing his black mullet like how every protagonist makes their entrance into the movie. But he also has oxygen tubes put on just like you, perhaps you’re in the same boat ? Either way, that’s not the point because while pretty boy’s out there looking like a runway model in sweatpants, you’re nothing more than a couch potato because you’ve been doing nothing other than staying in bed all day. 

Good gracious he’s cute. 

“And that is how you can work on simple balance sheets.” Your friend closes in but frowns at your lack of attention. The door finally closes with a soft ‘click’, hurrying you back to reality to find a not-so-happy looking Minho. “Y/N, would you be a sweetheart and tell me that you didn’t miss a single detail during the last five minutes ?” His smile is rather stiff because his facial muscles are struggling hard not to burst as anger slowly bottles up inside of his chest captivity. For fuck’s sake, he hates it when you don’t listen on purpose. 

You cock your head to the side dumbfoundedly. “Wait— everything makes no sense.” 

Minho sighs in desperation. “Oh... what if you were smarter ?” 

two.

“Kkami !” Someone exclaims from behind you. 

You stop in the middle of your track and take out a side of your earbuds. The footsteps are getting louder and louder by the second along with the male voice. “Excuse me- pardon- Kkami I swear to God !” You decide to take a full ten seconds to comprehend what’s happening before turning around. The next thing you know is your head comes in contact with something hard, causing you to stagger backwards and land on your bottom. 

“Ugh, my head.” You wince at the aching feeling on your back as your pupils slowly dilate and adjust your vision on the current surroundings. The moment you lay your eyes on the figure in front of you, your mouth automatically lets out a silent scream. A cute boy just bumped into you, but then again, you wouldn’t overreact if he’s just any other cute boy. But he’s that cute boy who managed to distract you from Minho, who got your attention even when you just stared at him through a barely opened door. 

The boy widens his eyes when he sees what he’s caused. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes with a smile, offering you a hand to pull you up right. “Are you okay ?”

You take his hand, almost flinching when his touch sends electricity throughout your body. His hands are much bigger than yours and are fully capable of enveloping your smaller ones with ease. You like that about him because you’ve never truly experienced what it feels like to hold someone’s hand in a non-platonic way. “Uhm, yeah, I’m okay but are you though ? You sounded like you’re going through a crisis looking for someone.” 

He smiles at you, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “My mom brought my dog here and he accidentally ran off.” His laugh is melodic, sounding just like Mozart to your ears and you can’t help but crack a smile too. “It was nice meeting you, and I really have to go find him before he got to the NICUs or something… but I think we should get to know each other more. What do you say ?” He chides with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

You yank his hand away harshly. “I thought you’re better than that.” It’s ridiculous how boys with A+ look can just slide into your lives and stay for as long as they want then just disappear as if they’ve never been there in the first place. You’d hate to see a version of yourself who spends all day crying in bed because some bastard doesn’t love her back so this pretty boy over here better go before you throw him off a cliff. 

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” And with that, you walk away without turning your head, not even once. Well, so much for a Tuesday afternoon. Tuesdays are supposed to be easy-going for you since you just have to get yourself through several assignments and essays but someone just had to pop up in your life and ruin everything. 

The scowl on your face drops when you push the glass door of the pediatric unit open. Immediately, the kids see you and quickly abandon their nurses to run towards your direction. Your dad just got back from a business trip in Sydney and he still thinks that you’re a nine-year-old so your room is basically filled with candies and other sweet treats. That’d better change today. “Behave well and all of you will have one.” You chuckle at the kids’ eagerness, personally handing one bag over to each and every one of them. 

Five minutes later, the amount of treats are slowly trickling down until there’s only one bag left. In which, you’ve saved it for a specific someone since he’s just that obsessed with Australian candies. Your phone buzzes. How convenient. 

[ 3:45p.m. ]

yongbokie | okay, I’m here, where are you ?

y/n | seventh floor, just go straight down the hallway and it’s on the right side. 

“Here’s your worksheets, now where’s my Tim Tam Slam ?” Felix shoves the stack of papers into your arms as soon as he spots you inside the pediatric unit, surrounded by children, a whole lot of children. He knows your love for kids all too well and the fact that you’re lonely in this hospital is no shocker. Meaning, you’re a part-time kindergarten teacher ( aka whenever you feel like slacking off on school work ). 

You scoff at him, throwing the bag of candies at him with as much aggression. “Changbin’s gonna kick you out sooner or later if you end up looking like a pig, enjoy it while you can.” That’s obviously useless since Seo Changbin is as utterly soft for Lee Felix as you are for kids. Both are annoying little pricks but somehow, your little heart can never get mad. “And you better share that with Chan too or else he’s gonna write an entire diss track about me.” 

“CB97’s new diss track material is apparently Tim Tam Slam, how terrific.” Your friend snickers and tears the bag open single handedly with his teeth while his other hand tapping away on his phone. He doesn’t even need a cup of hot chocolate, that’s how bad Felix is craving his childhood candy. 

“Ooh, earrings ? And jeans too ?” He cocks a brow at your dainty pieces of jewelry. And you never wear jeans in the hospital, never. You think that’s it’s equivalent to asking someone to suffocate you as if the hospital isn’t suffocating enough. “Who are you trying to impress ?” 

Upon his teasing, you let out an audible groan. For once in your life, you’ve made up your mind and actually packed something decent because hospital romance is a thing and you need to be prepared at all times. Not to mention, you might as well snatch yourself a guy who’s totally father material because you hang out at the pediatric unit most of the time. “Haha, very funny. Try and find me someone cute then.” 

Just then, very slowly, a familiar figure takes long strides towards your direction. “Anyone, but him.” You deadpan.

“Him ?” Felix says over a mouthful of chocolate as he turns his head to the front door. 

And holy shit. 

To your dismay - with a bag over his shoulder, face flushed from running with beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks that make him glow like Edward Cullen and his wet fringe covering his eyes slightly — is the pretty boy from yesterday, well, more like five minutes ago. They say everything’s uglier close-up but not him. He’s absolutely breathtaking, undeniably brilliant as if he had just stepped out from an anime. But you’re not falling for that perfect smile again, at least for the time being. 

“Oh hell no.” Felix quickly identifies the boy and hangs his jaw open, the plastic wrapper falling out from his hand. You look at your friend in disbelief, your expression mirroring his - completely lost for words. 

The boy waves his hand at him and smiles widely. “Yongbok !” And just like that, your brain starts to process the new amount of overwhelming information. Slowly, and steadily, all the dots are connected. That guy is definitely heading towards your direction. No one knows Felix’s Korean name unless they’re close friends or family members. Jesus motherfucking Christ-

Felix demands loudly. “Hyunjin, do not move !” 

The pretty boy - whose name is apparently Hyunjin - stops abruptly at his friend’s sudden outburst. He turns his head only to accidentally make eye contact with you. Cocking a brow, he averts his attention back to Felix. You too, tug on your friend’s sleeve before questioning him. 

“You know him ?” “You know her ?” 

Felix widens his eyes in terror and quickly pushes Hyunjin away. “You people are insane ! Six feet away at all times, it’s a fucking simple protocol !” 

“Huh- wait what ?” You stutter. Soon enough, all of the colors on Hyunjin’s face are completely drained and a worrisome feeling suddenly runs down your spine. 

You exchange a weird look with him. “Don’t tell me that you’re a...“

“Are you also a… “ 

Felix face palms himself. “You fucking guessed it.” 

three.

The next few weeks get a little bit mayhem since you’re wrapping up the semester while being hospitalized at the same time. Meaning, you’re struggling real hard to balance the whole feud with finals and all of the medical stuff along with really boring paperwork because your body decided to fail you once again. 

No one was really able to give you company since they have to deal with their own problems too. Your parents are busy with their draining business trips while your brother - Woojin is getting his bachelor degree soon. And Minho is graduating in less than a month. Moreover, you haven’t met the pretty boy since your first and only encounter. 

Speaking of the Devil, “Fancy seeing you here.” 

You peel your eyes away from your laptop and see Hyunjin. In which, almost makes you fall right off the stool that you’ve been occupying for the last hour. You’re still procrastinating like highschool but you’re actually determined to finish your essay because if not, you won’t be able to walk away from your problems again. 

“Six feet away at all times, not six feet under the ground. So knock it off.” You deadpan, ushering him further away with a wave of your hand. If you were being completely honest, Hyunjin just took the breath right out of your lungs at the slightest glance. Time really does make people blind because you almost forgot that although he did try to flirt with you that one time, he’s also drop dead gorgeous. And that makes your heart tingles, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. 

Hyunjin makes a ‘I’mma-need-you-to-relax’ face and takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. “You still radiate big passive aggressive energy, not so good of a first impression.” 

You laugh dryly. “Speak for yourself. Talk about some shitty flirting skills.” 

“In my defense,” He raises a brow and throws you a look, one that makes you feel personally attacked. “I was genuinely trying to make friends, you sure know how lonely it is to be hospitalized all the time, don’t you ?”

You sneer at him. “Well, you picked the wrong person.” 

“How am I supposed to know that you’re also a CF-er ?! You weren’t wearing your oxygen tubes.” 

Apparently, you think that life hates you more than most of the world’s population because you weren’t just born with cystic fibrosis, you were born into it. The genetic disease gifts you with constant lung infections and gives you a hard time to breath in order to function like a normal human being. More accurately, the protein inside your body becomes dysfunctional so it loses the ability to move chloride to the cell surface. Meaning, the mucus in various organs can attract more bacteria along with germs, causing infections and inflammation. 

So naturally, minimizing contact with any kind of germs and other CF-er are your top priorities unless you want to catch their bacteria and choke to death on it instead. With that being said, you’ve just come to a realization that Hyunjin touched you the other day, skin to skin without any kind of protection like gloves. Some CF-ers have caught each other’s bacteria before by touching a doorknob, and that story scared you shitless. 

You speak up, finally. “Uhm… so.. were you okay ?” 

“If you’re asking if I got cross-infection or not, then no, I’m totally fine. None of that B. cepacia shit.” Hyunjin answers while avoiding your eyes. He quietly reaches inside his backpack and pulls out a blue binder that looks like it’s been used since elementary school because plastic never really goes away. 

You raise a curious brow when he pulls out some pieces of papers that are covered in an awfully dizzy amount of words. “What you got there, pretty boy ?” 

“Now you’re talking, I almost ended up on the ground laughing when you thought that I was nothing but a shallow fuckboy.” Hyunjin is still pissed off because not only did you despise him, you also happens to be Felix’s best friend. Totally irrelevant, but he’s also mad at Felix for not telling him about you sooner. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want the both of you to accidentally kill each other or anything but still, Hyunjin did hold your hand and nothing happened. 

You prop your head on your hand, lips cracking a smile. “But I’m interested now, no hard feelings. You really need to lighten up drama lama.” You’re just noticing this now, but it seems like he’s really similar to Felix. Point break, he’s an easy victim to pick on anytime, anywhere. Of course you’re going to take advantage of this. 

Hyunjin replies monotonously. “I need to practice my lines for the upcoming play for finals season.” He’s trying so hard not to give in and smile at you because he’s decided to play hard to get. 

“No wonder why you’re a dramatic little dipshit. How fitting.” You grin coyly at the scowl on his face. “Okay, sorry, let me tone that down. What are you guys playing ?” 

Hyunjin groans. “We’re trying to fit an entire season of ‘Once Upon a Time’ into a two-hour play. And my fucking God, Captain Hook has a shit ton of lines.” Although it does appeal as a privilege to other people that drama majors can skip through the whole ‘cramming and crying’ to pass their finals, what people don’t know is the amount of work and effort that needs to be put into a single play. It requires patience, team chemistry, diligence and lots of, lots of caffeine to have a decent performance for the whole school. 

There was this one time he pulled seven all nighters in a row just to finish ‘Peter Pan’ before the holiday hit. And for the following five days, he basically lived on his bed and fed on leftover pizza that his roommate refused to microwave. 

You offer him kindly. “Maybe I can help you practice ?” You really feel like a fucking angel with your own imaginary halo shining ever so brightly on the top of your head. “I got nothing better to do anyway, not planning on being stuck with accounting 24/7 or I’m gonna end up in an insane asylum.”

“Thought you’re already in one.” 

“Say that again and I’ll skin you alive !” 

four.

Hwang Hyunjin is fortunately blessed by whatever gods up there because you finally finished finals way before the D-day of his play. Which means you feel even more obligated to help him practice his lines. 

But in all seriousness, he technically doesn’t need you because all you do is read the other characters’ lines right off the script anyway. Unlike you, even in the hospital cafeteria with a stainless steel fork as the hook on his right hand, Hyunjin plays the character as if he’s the one and only, non-biological heir of Leo DiCaprio. 

You can see why he chose the dramatic arts because he embraces and studies closely every movement, every gesture, every inch of flesh, every drop of emotion that his character has to offer. No wonder why they let him play one of the male protagonists because you can’t imagine anyone other than him play the iconic Captain Hook. And it’s actually nice to not having him spatting some kind of witty comments at you every two minutes. 

You clap your hands together. “Act 4. Scene 1.” 

“I already told you, I’m just a blacksmith !” Hyunjin tries to whimper as quietly as possible to avoid dirty looks from other people. He’s portraying that scene where Hook basically got tied up on a tree so that the others could get him talking. 

Your eyes narrow down into a glare, mentally throwing daggers at his general direction. Meaning if Hook doesn’t spill who he really is, he’s gonna be the monster’s meal in a matter of time. “You won’t talk to us ? Maybe they’ll talk to you and snatch one of your limbs for lunch.”

“You can’t just leave me here like this !” He sudden yelps, startling you in the process. You quickly avert your attention from the script to his eyes, clearly they show nothing but desperation and mischief. As the character should have. 

“Su-Sure you’re not.” You stutter, not knowing how to express the words inside the parentheses. 

Hyunjin guides you patiently. “Say it like you’re gonna set me on fire if I dare to test you. Be aggressive, talk aggressively, act aggressively. Aggressive is your middle name now.” His voice starts to get louder and louder at the end, a thing that he accidentally adapted from Chan. He doesn’t even need megaphones to yell at someone at this point. 

You give him a curt nod before gripping the script tightly once again. If you’re gonna help him, you’ll have to make it seem like you’re not slacking off. 

“Sure you’re not.” You deadpan, cringing at your own attempt to sound intimidating. Acting was never your thing either way. You’ve only been chosen for pity roles like ‘Girl #2’ or ‘Tree #5’ for some plays back in middle school and the beginning of highschool. 

He smirks. “Good for you. You bested me. I can assure you that the number of people who have done that before can only be counted on one hand.”

Another thing, you fucking love Emma Swan because she’s practically your twin. The only thing is that you’re not even half as badass as her. Sometimes you don’t even realize that there’s a script in your hands this whole time. “I’m sorry, was that supposed to be funny ? Who are you ?”

“Kilian Jones.” Hyunjin says with a glint of fierceness flickering in his irises. His intense gaze almost makes you run straight into the restroom and scream for a good five minutes. “But most people have taken to call me by my more colorful moniker, Hook.” The rasp in his voice sends chills to the core of your bones. 

You cock a brow. “As in, Captain Hook ?”

He beams. “Ah, so you’ve heard of me.”

You pant slightly out of nervousness, gripping onto the edge of the wooden stool for fuck’s sake. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.” 

Hyunjin shakes his head gently. “Don’t just read out the line. Don’t become the character. Make the character yours. Make it seems like her lines are personally tailored to every single detail of your existence.” He’s mentoring you as if you’re the one who plays Emma Swan and not that one pretty girl from his class. You swear, you’re not a stalker, he literally just spilled everything about his life after very few conversations with you. 

You nod. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.” This time, you finally got a good grip on the character’s emotions, slowly falling into a haze. 

“Cora told me to gain your trust so that I can learn everything there is to know about your storybook.” Hyunjin singsongs, lips curling upwards. You really want to deck him in the face right now. That’s how good of an actor he is. “She didn’t want any surprises when she got over there.”

You pretend to be in disbelief, jaw dropping in the process. “She can’t go there. We already destroyed the wardrobe.” 

He chuckles this time. God you wish you can wipe that stupid smirk off his face, although everything’s just an act. “Ah, my enchantment remained. Cora gathered the ashes and she’s gonna use them to open a new portal.” He looks at you, wiggling his brows to show off his skills before continues. “Now, if you’d just kindly cut me loose—“

“Let’s go.” You say monotonously to your non-existent cast, waving your free hand as a signal for them to walk away. 

“Wait !” Hyunjin slams his fist on the table loudly. It seems like he’s getting immersed in the character again because he can’t be bothered to give two shits about the fact that everyone’s having their eyes on him. More accurately, on the two of you. “You need me alive !”

You also try to ignore all of the weird looks. “Why ?”

“Because we both want the same thing. To get back to your land.” When you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, you nod at him to continue with the script. “I initially arranged for transport with Cora, but seeing just how resourceful you are, I’ll offer you the same deal. I’ll help you as long as you promise to take me along.”

You clear your throat. “How are you going to help us ?”

Hyunjin proceeds to elaborate, slowly. “The ashes will open a portal but to get to your land, she’ll need more. There’s an enchanted compass, Cora seeks it. I’ll help you obtain it before she does.”

“So Cora won’t make it to Storybrooke and we’ll be one step closer to being home. Sounds too good to be true.” You mock him, the corners of your mouth twitching slightly. 

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

“I’ll need you to tell me one thing then.” You point the tip of your sword (knife) directly at his throat (a good three inches away) as an attempt to threaten him. “What does the infamous Captain Hook want in Storybrooke ?”

“To exact revenge on the man who took my hand. Rumplestiltskin.” Hyunjin finishes his line and claps, breaking out of character. He looks disturbed at the particular way that you’re pointing the knife at him. “And… cut ! Put the knife down, Y/N. You’re a sadist, not a murderer.” He pushes the piece of cutlery away as if it’s a ticking bomb. 

This time, it’s your turn to wiggle your brows at him. “You don’t know me. What if I’m an actual murderer who preys on the innocent at night, when everyone’s fast asleep in their cozy beds, when they’re the most vulnerable ? What if I’ve been living a double life this entire time and you’re my next target ?” Actually, scratch that. Hyunjin thinks you’re pretty fitting for the role of Regina aka the Evil Queen. 

“Admit it you moron, you’re a sucker for my acting.” He flips his imaginary long hair and you make a gagging noise. It seems like Hyunjin has adapted the habit of holding grudges from Felix because the shy pretty boy that you met a few weeks ago is nowhere to be seen. Like he has grown accustomed to you, he treats you like an old friend, just catching up on things with each other. But in reality, his confidence level just went from a 100 to Han Jisung because you’ve been feeding his ego way too much. 

“There’s room for improvement.” You shrug, trying to keep a straight face. Emphasis on the ‘trying’ part. “Bet you’d do better if that pretty girl was here.”

Hyunjin blows a few strands of loose hair out of his face. He looks really good with disheveled hair, and it’s tickling something at very bottom pit of your stomach. “Kinda wish you could play Emma. You two are literally the same person. She’s just slightly cooler because at least she doesn’t sleep with opened windows.” 

“Is this a fucking call out ?” You hold back the urge to slap him with your slippers. “My room’s on the third floor for fuck’s sake.”

“Rapists can climb.” He smiles cheekily and it makes you ponder about how many more questionable behaviors of his you'd have to deal with for the long future. “You’re definitely going, don’t leave me hanging okay ?” Hyunjin declares and slaps a ticket on the wooden surface, sliding it across the dining table. 

You blink countless times at the ticket, hesitating to grab it with your bare hands. “Take it, I’m wearing gloves anyway.” He reassures you, skimming through some of the scenes that he feels like he could do better. Hyunjin might not look like it but he’s really hard on himself. He takes every single scene, every single line seriously and you admire that about him. He even complained to you how he could have done better for the role of Diaval for ‘Maleficent’ from last month’s play. 

“So the play’s on March 20th ?” You play dumb and pretend to question him after reading the bold letters written in gold. 

Hyunjin peels his eyes away from the script and smiles, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “Yeah, the day that I’m turning 21, kinda terrifying but since it’s adulthood, I’ll have to bear with it for the rest of my life. At least I have the right to make decisions for myself now.” 

You ask him timidly as your hand fiddle with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Uhm so, do you wanna, I don’t know, get coffee after that or something ?” 

He gives you a dirty look, hard. Clearly Hyunjin’s annoyed. “Look who wants coffee now.” 

“That’s not a ‘no’ that I heard.” 

“You’d better pay up then, I haven’t got paid yet.” 

five.

[ 8:23p.m. ]

y/n | meet me on the terrace.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Hyunjin mutters as he rushes to the dressing room, and even more loops of ‘oh my god’ run through his mind, faster than a lighting bolt. He totally forgot about you until you made eye contact with him when the cast members took a full ninety degrees bow to the audience. You were clapping, cheering on for him like an old friend. But you were smiling, so brightly that he thought you could have lit up the entire stadium on your own. 

Chan finally finishes bowing to the rest of the cast and the crew. He feels like he can only breathe properly once the play came out smoothly. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Minho slipped over his long coat during the second scene, Seungmin was struggling with the lighting and Jisung nearly threw himself over the balcony. Besides that, everything went pretty okay. Little errors are unavoidable so he’ll let everything slide, because the play that he spent months planning out, training the cast so eagerly didn’t come out as a flop. 

“Woah, mate, where are you going in such a hurry ?” He quirks a brow when Hyunjin swings the door open, hair disheveled with ‘panic’ written in bold capital letters across his forehead. 

Changbin supplies unhelpfully as he steps out from behind the black curtain. Little strips of confetti are sticking onto his sweaty hair, thanks to Jisoo who kinda went overboard with the can of hairspray. “He invited a friend to come in and watch the play, can’t leave her hanging now, can he ?” He wiggles his brows in the most obnoxious way possible, being the little pest that he is. 

“I didn’t even say that my friend’s a girl— she’s not even my friend— wait, she is but we’re not that close— what, fuck you.” Hyunjin gives up after four attempts of forming an actual sentence. As if he’s forgotten how to speak, his voice fails him once again when a witty retort lingers at the tip of his tongue. He gives in and goes behind the curtain, quickly changing out of his costume. Like okay, pirates are cool and all but their sense of fashion is pretty questionable because leather boots and salt water ? Not compatible. 

Changbin peels the confetti off his hair before singsonging. “Our Hyunjinnie got himself a date, he’s all grown up now.” 

Chan throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. This is why he’s not planning on falling for someone soon because having a chaotic, annoying group of friends can only make things so much more difficult. “Give him a break, Bin. A boy can love whoever his heart yearns for.” Then he pauses, and continues. “Do you want to tell us something about her ?” 

Hyunjin scrunches his nose and starts singing. “Sing a yo ho, you can beg, plead and whine. But yo ho you are wasting your time.” The moment he finishes the line, he’s already changed into his normal clothing and pushed the curtain open. 

Chan and Changbin looks unimpressed. They both think that their friend should really stop quoting his own lines. Hyunjin throws Changbin the hook, then checks his own reflection in the mirror. Not too shabby, at least he didn’t forget to shave this morning. But it’s just you after all, you’d never judge him… wait no you’re highly judgmental. You once called him out for having a piece of carrot in the corner of his lips, shameless. 

“Hear me out one last time, mates. Then I’ve got a date with destiny.” Hyunjin continues to sing because he’s absolutely enjoying every moment of Changbin suffering and mentally dying on the floor. He wouldn’t even feel bad if his ears started bleeding or something, hanging out with weird people have turned him into a sadist, just like them. Tragic. 

Before Chan decides to wrestle him to the floor, Hyunjin starts moonwalking towards the door as he jumps straight to the last bits of the song. “Sing a yo ho, I’ll meet her tonight. Yo ho must be fate’s design. At last our hearts can be intertwined, can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait. God is on my side.” He’s just making up lyrics at this point nothing makes sense anymore. 

The door shuts with a small ‘click’, making him snap his mouth closed. Then I’ve got a date with destiny. Right, a date. Well, it’s technically not a date when you asked him to meet up on the terrace where there’s so much to offer. A brilliant view of the city, the ethereal moonlight which sets the atmosphere, just you and him standing face to face.. holy shit it’s a date ? 

“You’re late.” 

Hyunjin whines loudly at your cold statement and supports himself on his knees, chest heaving up and down at an abnormal space. Cystic fibrosis and ten flights of stairs are like water and oil, they don’t blend. “I was changing, do you know how hard it is to slip out of those leather combat boots ?” Upon your silence, he leans himself against the metal railings and sighs, standing a good six feet away from you. “Hey, at least I looked fly in them.” 

You automatically groan because fuck yes, he did look hot. Pirates aren’t supposed to be hot, they’re supposed to be smelly barbarians with shitty attitude. “Since when are you so cocky ?” 

Hyunjin tuts. “I’m very much aware of how good looking I am, thank you for taking your precious time to care about my tiny existence on this glorious planet.” He cocks his head sideways, narrowing his eyes at your sketchy posture. Both hands are hidden behind your back and you’re trying too hard to keep a straight face. “What are you hiding from me ?”

“Nothing.” You let out a small giggle. Clearly he’s not buying it. “Fine, close your eyes.” 

Hyunjin frowns at you but still closes his eyes nonetheless. He has enough faith in you that you won’t have the heart to knock him out cold before selling him off to some kind of mafia organization. “Y/N if you’re planning on kidnapping me, you might as well just do it—“ The words grow dead on his tongue once a small ‘pop’ occurs. What the fuck ? 

“Hey Hyunjin.” 

He flutters his eyes open at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. His hand immediately fly to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. “Oh my god, shut the fuck up !” He utters, shocked at what’s happening in front of his eyes. “You’re kidding, you’re kidding, you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

You laugh loudly at how frantic he is once you get down on one knee with a black velvet box in your hand. A silver band with his name engraved on the inside. “Hwang Hyunjin, can you fathom enough courage to walk with me through your youth even though sometimes you wish you could throw me off a cliff ? Can you bear the burden of indulging an impulsive and indecisive person like me in the long run ? Because if you can, then happy 21st birthday, you’re officially stuck with me with the label of being best friends.”

Hyunjin teases, lips curling up into a smile. “Can’t you be a little bit more romantic ?” Although he’s decently attractive, he’s still one of those guys who bury themselves in hopeless romance just because he spends way too much time on Netflix watching some random sappy show while Kkami is watching some stupid dog documentary right next to him on the couch. 

“Fine, I also got myself one. We’re matching.” You confess, showing him your band resting nicely around your index finger. “Since I just know you so well, are you happy with your present now birthday boy ?” 

You finish it off by slipping the ring onto his finger like a cherry on top of a sundae, watching in amusement at how his face is lighting up with joy. “Wow,” He manages the breath out, as light as a feather. “You’re so fucking cheesy, I hate you.” 

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. You have a whole party waiting for you to inhale. Cakes and junk food and all.”

When you stand up right again, shivers run down on your spine at the cold breeze passing by. The wind greets concrete and your skin just the same, tearing through the air and banging loudly against your eardrums. Hyunjin suddenly grabs the sides of your face, still keeping a good distance between you two. Your cheeks are instantly tinted pink at his touch. “Y/N ! Can you hear me ?!” He tries to shout over the wind but fails miserably. 

“What ??” You ask loudly, not being able to catch what he was trying to say. 

“No, you can’t hear me ??”

“What ? I can’t hear you !”

He beams at you and the strangest warm feeling bubbles up inside his stomach. “I have something to tell you !” If he’s doing this now, there’s no going back. 

“I still can’t hear you !”

Hyunjin ignores your confused expression. He slowly inhales to take a deep breath before shouting his heart out at you. “Y/N, I’ll protect you ! No matter what !”  

You can’t quite understand what he’s trying to convey to you but seeing him smiling so widely like this, you know that you could never trade him for anything else. Because no one has ever made you feel this way before, heart pounding inside your rib cage so loudly just by looking at him. You like how you can just see him, and be happy. 

He’s irreplaceable.

six.

Felix glares at the silver band wrapping around your finger, one that’s particularly matching with Hyunjin’s. “So what ? You two are dating now ?” 

“Lee Felix I swear to god, for the tenth time, it’s a just birthday present !” You cry loudly at your best friend overreaction. 

Jeongin butts in. “Yeah right, rings, matching and all. Don’t you think that’s a little bit romantic ?” You’re so fed up with these theatre kids it’s actually ridiculous, you’d rather be cursed than have them singsong into your ears everyday about how you and Hyunjin are acting somewhat sketchy. Sure, being dramatic is naturally what they do for a passion but sometimes you just can’t help it but snap at them to go and kiss a statue. 

“That’s the point of it, dipshit.” Hyunjin sips on his drink obnoxiously, reading through the final page of his reading assignment in a haze. He’s a little bit out of it from running around all day to not get yelled at by his professors for being late to every single damn lecture. “I’m desperate, I need something cute to lighten up my sad life so don’t judge me.”

Jisung suddenly pries loudly because unlike you or Hyunjin, he actually gives zero fuck about publicity and personal information. “Hyunjin and Y/N ? I ship it ! Since you both have been super single and super antisocial for so long, why not date each other ? Get married even, don’t you dare forget my invitation.” 

Needless to say, he quickly earns a smack on the head from Seungmin, hard. Hard enough to knock some logic and common sense into that little disturbing glimpse of thing that they call ‘a brain’ inside his head. “God, Han, you’re so dumb. If you want them to both choke on each other’s bacteria and die, then yeah, hit a five-star restaurant up with that reservation.” 

Sometimes Seungmin wonders why he even befriended Han Jisung in the first place. They nearly threw hands at each other back in highschool because Jisung would constantly forget his stuff inside Seungmin’s locker and Chan had to manually pull them apart later. 

“Actually..” Hyunjin fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. “I think I might have my eyes on someone.” Your heart automatically sinks at his words. Is this what betrayal feels like ? How come he’s never told you before ? Didn’t he promise that he’d never hide anything from you ? Does your friendship mean nothing to him at all ? 

You’d be lying if you said that you haven’t once thought about dating Hyunjin. But you don’t really see the point because it’s just a label over your relationship, it’s not gonna change how you treat each other. At least it’s not gonna change how you treat him. 

But in the end, you want nothing but the best for him so you’re obligated to become his dating counselor. 

Felix tuts eagerly. “Ooh, spill the tea. I’m here for it.”

“Let me guess, it’s that girl from Literature & Criticism 19B ?” Jeongin yawns lazily. Apparently he’s not digging the fact that Hyunjin doesn’t have any non-platonic interest in you. 

Hyunjin shakes his head profusely. “No ! We barely talk, it was only for a presentation from last month. And also I feel kinda awkward around her. Things never click between us.” 

Then, he proceeds to continue with dreamy eyes. “The girl that I’m talking about is so beautiful, so smart, so brave. She enjoys food like no other, like no one is watching and isn’t ashamed of the fact that she can live off donuts and Netflix for three weeks straight. She’s honest, playful but also very gentle and caring. Kinda reminds me of my mom, which is weird but whatever. Maybe people finding a sense of comfort in their partner who’s similar to their parents is a thing.” 

The look in his eyes makes your heart crack a bit. Just a teeny tiny bit. It’s that kind of look that you’ve never seen before but know too well what’s behind those brown eyes of his. The goddamn look one can only have when they’re thinking about that special someone who effortlessly makes their heart swell, who puts a smile on their face no matter what. It’s also that kind of look that you have whenever you’re thinking about Hyunjin. 

“Alright lover boy,” You crack a smile, rolling up your sleeves because things are about to go down. “You’ve just got yourself a dating counselor. A good old trusty friend who’s gonna be there if you accidentally have a mini mental breakdown on your first date.” 

“What do you know about dating ?” Felix’s more than stingy comment just stabs your sky high ego like a needle pricking the tip of a finger. 

You kick his knee from under the table, earning a low grunt in return. “I am the best in the business. Jackson Wang and Mark Tuan ? I did that.” 

Then you lace your fingers together neatly and look at Hyunjin dead in the eye. “So, what’s your ideal first date ?” 

He makes a thinking face. “I haven’t thought about that yet but maybe.. a hike ?” 

“Huh, cool.” You take a total of ten full seconds to process what he just said. 

You deadpan. “It’s a hard no. Consider the fact that she needs nothing but donuts and Netflix in her life, you’re gonna have to rage war with Satan in order to get her out of the house. Popcorn and blankets are total necessities, make them extra fuzzy too. Let’s stick a pin in that, we’ll get back to it later.” 

Felix asks, followed by a loud yawn. “Copy that, what shows is she into ?”

Hyunjin lets out a prolonged sigh. “I’m not so sure but she hates rom-coms and sappy dramas with a passion.” If you’re being completely honest, he really needs to calm down because if a girl is willing to cuddle with him, she’ll literally watch anything. And by that, you mean she will definitely pass out after the long winded introduction of the two protagonists. 

“Sounds like a gal who’d watch The Umbrella Academy.” And you totally didn’t say that just because it’s your favorite show. Because for once, Netflix actually didn’t produce something that was undeniably shitty. 

Hyunjin sounds uncertain. “I have never seen it before.” 

“But he can ?” Jeongin raises a brow.

You shake your head gently. “The show is vicious, violent and contains extremely disturbing content along with really shitty relationships between siblings. Also, the humor doesn’t suit you. Does a fifty-year-old man who’s stuck inside a thirteen-year-old boy’s body and is also someone who fell in love with a mannequin, grew up in a broken family, and became a murderer who timetravels sound enjoyable or what ?” 

Seungmin makes a face. “That can be a dealbreaker.” 

“Meet us halfway here !” Jisung clatters loudly. 

“Sorry, let me back it up a little bit.” You put your hands up in defense. “Hyunjin, it doesn’t matter if all you want to do is go out on a hike and she just wants to curl up into a ball inside her blanket. It doesn’t matter if you guys have different taste in movies. Nothing matters if she truly feels the same way for you because as long as the feeling is mutual, she’d definitely do anything to satisfy your picky ass.” 

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything. He turns his head to face the window and a grin quietly curls its way up on his lips. 

You should have seen the look on your face. 

seven.

Woojin growls at you from your laptop screen. “It’s one in the morning ! Get the fuck back to sleep !” 

He’s extra cranky today because he just finished off his final paper before graduation happens. Running on one hour of sleep per day with a cup of espresso doesn’t sound like the most ideal thing to do but fuck that, he’s not gonna throw all those years of crying over overdue projects in the trash. 

You on the other hand, are so fucking close to soil your pants because your heart is literally dangling off the edge. It’s either gonna roll backwards and land safely as if nothing has ever happened or everything’s going downhill from there. An endless pit of impending misery. And you’d hate to see yourself shedding tears while hogging a bucket of ice cream in your bed like a psychopath. So your only option is unfortunately, your hard headed, dumbass brother. 

But he’s not a complete idiot because his brotherly sixth sense is still there, and it’s never been better. “Okay, something’s up. Spill before I personally drag my ass to the hospital and beat you up to get something out of you.” 

You stutter, tripping over your own words like an absolute fool. “It’s— uhm… whatever, it’s not a secret anymore. It’s— it’s—“

“It’s Hwang Hyunjin.” Your brother reads your mind like a magician, leaving you utterly speechless. But it’s not even a surprise because apparently, everyone knows about your feelings for Hyunjin, just not Hyunjin himself. He’s unbelievably dumb even when Minho and Jisung keep on hinting at him in a not very subtle way. And that makes you wonder why you even fell for him in the first place. Even that fat cat who always takes naps on your balcony knows because you’d be smiling stupidly while FaceTime-ing Hyunjin all the time. It’s a miracle that the cat has not once given you a dirty look. 

You sigh. “Yeah, I‘m confused.”

“About what ?” Woojin huffs tiredly and blows some strands of hair out of his face. 

You blurt, panic mode is fully on. “About why I like Hwang Hyunjin so fucking much when he already had romantic interests in another girl !” 

Woojin thinks you’re being ridiculous and stubborn at the same time, which can make things that much harder for him to break it down for you. Firstly, if one is loved, then one is loved. There’s no reason needed for loving. This might sound like total bullshit, but ‘love at first sight’ is a thing, people are just too heartbroken to accept it these days. Secondly, if you really like Hyunjin all that much, you should be spilling your heart out at him, not at your brother. But whatever, Woojin is one step closer to pushing you towards confessing to your crush because he’s gifted with the ability to prevent you from doing anything dumb. 

“Then what makes you not wanting to like him ?” 

You widen your eyes. “What ?”

Woojin shakes his head gently, an exasperated sigh escapes his lips. “You can’t love all of him. This is real life, not a fucking John Legend’s song. If you don’t even know what you hate about him in the first place, you’re not gonna know why you like him relentlessly.” His words slowly sink into your mind, trains after trains of thoughts are dashing through your mind at the speed of light. Goddamn, your brother is right. 

“Gosh, I don’t know. I can’t hate him even when I want to.” Before you can pick every single strand of hair off your head, Woojin once again snaps you back into reality with a serious look on his face. He’s not messing around this time. “One, he’s a CF-er. And two, I’m not gonna be the one who walks down the aisle to have them announce our marriage. Three, he only sees me as a friend.” There’s no happy ending for people like you, especially you. The moment you found out that Hyunjin’s also a CF-er, you knew all too well that it’s over for you both. 

Your brother scrunches his nose in annoyance. He really should have signed you up for a dating counseling session. “You don’t know what the future holds. It could be better, it could be worse. Or nothing would change at all. Whatever happens, humans still yearn for the happy ending of their own imagination. Because after all, we were the one who pushed ourselves towards dead ends.” 

“What’s so wrong with loving someone ?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, but how we love them.” 

Again, Woojin’s right. Every minute, every second, every moment with Hyunjin always leaves you completely stripped and vulnerable. All of your concerns, insecurities, and strength are revealed unintentionally. And the walls that you’ve spent years building ? Mercilessly destroyed. Someday, you’ll either look back on it and smile or you’ll realize that once you’ve fallen, there’s no turning back. You just can’t control who you’ll fall for. 

Being in love with Hyunjin is another reason why you believe that life hates you to the very core of your bones. It’s like the whole universe is playing with your mind, because all it takes is to make Hyunjin exists at the same time as you do. That alone is enough to mess up your entire existence. 

You cover your face with your blanket, voice muffled beneath the soft fabric. “What’s your point then ?”

“My point,” Woojin sits straight up from his bed and yawns in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible. “is that you can still fall for Hyunjin even when he’s a CF-er, even when he likes someone else. Hyunjin is still Hyunjin. Cystic fibrosis or none, he’s still just Hyunjin. And you love him for who he is. Don’t ever forget that. And don’t get mad when things don’t work out because loving is hard, loving is painful. You just try your best not to get hurt. Every scar has a story and it represents how you’ve grown throughout time. So it doesn’t matter if you accidentally trip and make a fool of yourself. You simply like Hwang Hyunjin, and I’m not going against that.”

You unknowingly smile. The perks of having an older brother always come at the most unexpected time. You suddenly feel bad for all of those kids who grew up without siblings. 

“So are you telling me not to be all sad and miserable ?”

Woojin nods absentmindedly. “Precisely. One day you might be strong enough to smile as you watch him intertwining his fingers with another woman’s. Give them your blessings, countless words will never be enough. What they want is your genuine honesty, how you’re truly happy for them. After that, take a different turn, or just move on as it is in silence. But do not let the memories that you made with him become meaningless because trust me, that hits harder. And that’s how you can love someone without being petty about it for the rest of your life.” 

You say. “I think I can hold back my tears when Hyunjin’s getting married now.”

“But he needs to know first.” Woojin interrupts you abruptly. 

You break out of your trance and ask. “Knows what ?”

“About your stupid feelings for him !” Woojin is quick enough to hold back the scream stuck inside his throat because if not, Chan’s gonna grill his ass so hard for making questionable noises in the middle of the night while his roommate is stressing over a song that’s yet to be complete. The double life between a college student and a SoundCloud rapper isn’t as hot as people tend to think. It just consists of a whole lot of cramming homework while trying to come up with a new batch of lyrics every two weeks. 

“He deserves to know that. The sooner the better.”

Conveniently, your phone buzzes on your night stand. 

[ 1:17a.m. ] 

hyunjin | I’m gonna do it. 

hyunjin | I’ll confess to her.

hyunjin | this is so terrifying what do I do ?

eight.

“Y/N wait up, you still have to take your medication !” Mark yells after your panicked figure dashing through the hallway while he’s pushing a cart with an awful amount of medicines piled up. 

You shout back at him abruptly. “I’ll be back in an hour ! Don’t tell Jackson about this !” Whatever, you hate being on a drug trials anyway. Having multiple pills shoved down your throat each and everyday makes you sick to the core. It seems like you’re only getting closer to being buried six feet under the ground. But that’s not the point. 

Point is, if you’re going to die sooner or later, there’s no way in hell you’d let your life end before you tell Hyunjin how you truly feel about him. 

“Hyunjin, where exactly are you going ?” You manage to talk in between short breaths while having him on the other line. 

He replies bluntly, uneven breathing and quick footsteps can be heard. “You know how everyone has their own youth, right ?” You keep running despite the fact that what he said just makes no sense. What on Earth is he planning on doing ? 

“I also have a youth of my own.” He pauses for a while. “But it seems like… my youth is one to be forever reserved.”

You shake your head furiously, confused at what he’s trying to convey. “Hyunjin, I don’t get it. One moment you’re talking about how you’ll confess to the love of your life and now you’re telling me this ? Did something happen ?” 

Hyunjin ignores your question and continues. “My parents would always urge each other to work harder, to make more money so that I can have a lung transplant and prolong my life day after day. But it’ll cost us five hundred thousand dollars, eight hundred even. So I was more than happy to tell them that I’m ready to stop walking on this beautiful flower path anytime. Then, I saw the heartbroken look in my mom’s eyes. That look, it’s— it’s haunting, and hurt me profoundingly.”

His breath hitches, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Knowing that he’s in such a vulnerable state but there’s nothing you can do about it hits so hard that you hate yourself. “There was a man who came up and met me in my hospital room one day, told me that he saw every single play that I’ve participated in. He wanted to sponsor me, to let me fully enjoy my own youth, to give me the money to fly to the States, to get a lung transplant, and lead me to stardom afterwards.”

“But..” He suddenly chuckles. “I have no desire to receive his generosity. Not even one bit. Now, before you start yelling at me, hear me out. I know that I’m selfish, I know that I’m being stubborn but the life that he’s talking about. That’s not the life that I’ve always dreamt of. The life that I wanted, is one where all of my family and friends, are eternally safe, and happy. That’s it, it’s as simple as that. Hence, I’m willing to give that chance to someone else. Someone who’s very special and close to my heart.” 

Hyunjin lets out a muffled sob on the other line and you’ve never felt so helpless before. You just wish you could run to him, tell him that everything’s gonna be okay, and touch him. You don’t know how someone who’s so close can be so far away at the same time. 

“Because.. well, because cystic fibrosis isn’t just leading me on a path that’s one step closer to death, but it’s also threatening the happiness of the girl I’ve unfortunately fallen for. Unfortunately, that is. She’s always been the biggest ‘what if’ because there were nights where insomnia would creep up on my spine, it was impossible to shut my eyes with her on my conscience. Because why me ? Why me ? I just need a little bit more time, just a little so that I can see her smile, so that I can hold her close, so that I can finally tell her how I really feel.” 

“Time is a currency that you can only use, not make. And I’m already running low. Obviously, I can care less even if I die tomorrow. But as long as I’m alive, let me live as merrily as possible, as happily as possible, and to be able to see my loved ones as long as possible.”

Just then, it feels like the whole world just stops spinning when all you can hear is the sound of your shoes tapping against the ground, and him sobbing like a distressed child, raw deep down from the inside. You didn’t realize that you’re crying uncontrollably until salty drops of tears trickle down on your cheeks and drench the collar of your shirt. They blur your vision but you keep on running because Hyunjin needs you, he needs you now. 

The icy grey sky is like a piece of fabric draped over the whole town. Dark clouds snuggle closer to each other as they hold in the heavy rain in their delicate forms. All of a sudden, rain pours over you with a roar, thunders grumble vigorously in the distance. The coldness of its touch pierces right through your skin and chills run down your spine beneath your clothes that are now soaking wet. Your footsteps never once falter and continue to move on down the slippery path. 

“To love you as long as possible.” Hyunjin breathes out, as light as a feather. “Y/N, I hate to break it to you but I no longer want to be friends with you. Because I already love you too much to accept the label of being best friends.” He says with such determination and huffs. “With that being said, I’ll now consider the ring on my finger as a proposal. And to answer your question on my birthday, yes, I would love to walk with you on this path with the remaining time. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, to care for you, to be someone that you can lean on. So what do you say ? Are you ready to take my hand and my hand only ?”

“Yes, I am.” You stop once you’re right in front of the café that Jisung used to work in, where many unforgettable memories were made throughout time. And on the opposite side of the road, is Hyunjin. Your knees grow weak at the sight of him. Damp hair, teary eyes with a smile on his face. He’s absolutely ethereal and it’ll only take you a few more steps to get to him. “Hyunjin !” You wave at him, the balls of your feet automatically send you running towards his direction. 

You feel like you’re hazing because everything’s all too good to be true. How he’s looking at you lovingly, how you’re yearning for his touch, how you’re so close to have him in your arms. Sadly, the sound of rubber tyres hissing against the concrete floor snaps you back to reality. Before you can even process anything, there are two lights ahead blinding your eyes. With a jolt, you realize that those lights belong to a car. 

You didn’t know how it happened but the next thing you know is the feeling of the entire weight of your body is pinning you to the ground. Every single limb, every part, every organ inside your body feels like they are being crumbled like a piece of paper. Pain, there’s so much pain. The metallic taste of blood is soaking through your teeth, leaving you in that weird grey area between being awake and being unconscious. You can feel your flesh being torn open, your bones cracking, your lungs caving in for cramped air in silence. Silence, that scares you more than the blow itself. It feels like an eternity, just lying there, completely paralyzed as you wait for Death to arrive. 

It seems as if the agonizing pain is the only thing that's keeping you alive. 

“Y/N ! Y/N !” Hyunjin calls out to you helplessly as he cups the sides of your cheeks. Seconds later, you can feel his mouth against yours, giving you the amount of air that your lungs has been dying to have. “Y/N, stay with me, stay with me.” He mumbles against your ear before wrapping your arms around his neck to carry you on his back. Hyunjin is chasing time through the night, through the hellish downpour to not waste a single minute, a single second to keep you safe. Because he’s just so sick, so fucking sick of life for taking everything away from him. He’s not gonna lose you, not like this. 

“Hyunjin,” You whisper weakly.

He shakes his head. “Don’t fucking die on me or I’m never gonna be able to forgive you.” 

“Hyunjin, I’m kinda sleepy.” You laugh, tasting the coopery blood inside your mouth. “I’ll just take a nap, just for a while, okay ?” Hyunjin doesn’t say anything, you can’t tell whether he’s just being stubborn or he can’t hear you with the heavy rain down pouring onto him. But that doesn’t matter anymore because you’re far too exhausted to start arguing with him. Naturally, you’re going to allow yourself to black out either way. 

nine.

Weeks later, you’re standing on the rooftop by yourself to run away from the stuffy air of the hospital, those floors and walls that all have an undertone of bleach. They suffocate you, everything does. 

You watch the sunset at horizon, enjoying the majestic sight in front of you as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever witness. Rich hues of red, yellow, orange blend into one another gracefully, dancing in between the pink fluffy puffs of clouds. Your spirit soars into the distance as you inhale deeply, feeling refreshed after a long day. It does feel nice to not have all sorts of machines attached to your body like ropes that are tying you down into a single place and trapping you inside a tiny box. 

Everyday, you’d sneak out of your room to come up here, and meet him again. 

“Y/N,” You close your eyes, smiling at the sound of his voice echoing inside your ears. “By the time that you’re listening to this audio, I would probably, you know, be gone.” 

A single tear silently roll down on your cheek. “But I’ll tell you what. I’m not scared of dying, because having the persistent information that I’m always one step closer to hell than everyone else has accidentally made me numb. I am terribly afraid of one thing though.” Hyunjin clears his throat. “I don’t want to be separated from my friends, my family, and from you. Moreover, I don’t want to see the people whom I love so devotedly suffer just because of me. I know what you’re doing, wipe those tears off your face right now. Chin up, and smile. Or you’ll end up complaining about your face getting puffy again.”  

You laugh at his words, and attempt to wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. “Once I’m no longer walking on this flower path with you, that means a new chapter is ready to be open. I cannot thank you enough for bumping into me that day. And thank you for agreeing to practice my lines with me. I could have never played Captain Hook if it weren’t for you. And thank you, for the ring, it’s the most precious thing I've ever had on my hand. But I’ve figured… you deserve a new life. I know that five years doesn’t sound like much but maybe in those five years, things might change and there will finally be a cure for cystic fibrosis.”

“You might think, how could you possibly move on without me ? Well, think of me as a dandelion. Oddly charming, with a short life span. But I’ll never really go away because at the end of its life, a dandelion’s pistil will give birth to countless of seeds. Those seeds will be carried away by the wind and continue to grow, to breed, to multiply themselves for so many more purposes.” 

Hyunjin suddenly starts crying quietly, you can hear how he’s trying to muffle his sobs and it makes your heart shatter into a million pieces. There’s absolutely nothing that you can do. “I’m very content with the life current that I have, or had. At least I’ll die knowing that I have no regrets.” He chuckles. “But there’s still something that I need to tell you, just in case. Not to be pessimistic, but just in case.”

“Y/N, I love you, more than anything in the whole wide world. It’s so frustrating because there were times where I wish I could just have you in my arms, to feel your warmth, to kiss you, to touch you. I don’t care about labels because that wouldn’t change my feelings for you. I’d still love you foolishly because I care too much. Too much that it hurts. I want to spend the little amount of remaining time with you. I even don’t know if you’re the one but I need you in my life. You and only you.” 

His voice cracks. “...just don’t miss me too much, okay ?” 

You can swear that it’s not hazing but if you look far enough, Hyunjin is still there, waving at you with a smile on his face. 

Approximately six feet away. 

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Answer

PART ONE

a/n sorrryyyyyy for the long wait but hope you guys enjoy and we’ll try to post more regularly since its summer. Anywayyy here’s the first part of Jongdae’s au!1~yoyo y kookie

Acacia is a girl in highschool only trying to readjust herself to her new surroundings, while keeping her brother out of trouble. Everything has been a boring routine till she ends up on the wrong side of town at the wrong time, this is where she first meets Chen, although the circumstances aren’t the best.

Acacia’s POV

“Acacia Wilson. Acacia Wilson to the front office.”

I groan as I hear the all too familiar sound of the principle calling me down to the office. Ever since my family moved to Korea me and my brother have fallen victim to any type of stereotype there is. We were both quiet. Extremely. Neither of us liked to draw attention to ourselves. That’s why I was mortified when our mother told us we were moving to Korea with her boyfriend.

I pack up the book I was reading and slip my bag onto my shoulder before hurrying down to the long hallway towards the office. As soon as I walk into the office I’m greeted by the only person who treated me and my brother with any sort of kindness in school. Lucky for us his name was Principle Lee.

“Acacia how are you?” I give Principle Lee a small smile mumbling something about being tired but good. “Makes sense you’re still top of the class even with the language barrier. I’m quite impressed Mrs.Wilson. If I didn’t know better I’d say it was magic.” I giggle before following Him into his office. “No Principle Lee it’s just a good memory.” That was an understatement. My  Eidetic memory was a blessing and a curse. Depends on who you ask. I will never forget anything. Meaning I’ll ace any test I’m given and learn any language, Korean for example. But I will never forget my parents fighting or the taunting from my foreign peers. At least Andrew would be able forget.

Which brings me to the boy sitting right in front of me. “Andrew what did they do to you this time?” All he does is hang his head blood from his busted nose leaking on to the front of his shirt. I shake the tears from my eyes as I move to grab some tissues from Principle Lee’s desk. “A group of girls found him in the courtyard. Of course he still won’t tell me who’s doing this. I couldn’t get a hold of either of your parents. I’m sorry but I didn’t know who else to call.” Principle Lee gives me a sad smile. Pity.

“No it’s ok. Is it ok if I just take Andrew home a little early today?” Principle agrees and escorts us out of the school locking the school gates as we walk out onto the busy Seoul street. “Won’t mom be mad we missed school?” I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I hear Andrews small voice. He just started 6th grade but he was still so tiny.

“Hey I’m the big sister here. Leave all the worrying to me little man.” Andrew gives me a small smile before taking my hand as I lead him towards our house. I swing our arms as I look around. Seoul really was beautiful. As much as I hate my mom for moving us here I couldn’t deny that. I look at my phone to see it was now 3 am and an idea pops into my head. “Andrew what do you say we go on an adventure?” Andrew frantically nods his head causing me to let out a giggle.

“Sounds good little man.”

It was currently ten minutes to midnight and I was carrying a sleepy Andrew in my arms. After getting him cleaned up at home and texting my mom to tell her where we were going I took Andrew on a full tour of downtown Seoul. Two months we’ve lived here and Andrew still hadn’t been to a park. My mom was always too busy with her work. Our step dad too. So I’ve adopted being Andrews much needed mother the past few weeks. A week before we moved here I memorized as many maps of Seoul as I could so that came in handy when giving Andrew the full experience.

“Are we almost home?” I smile when I hear Andrews voice obviously trying to fight off sleep. “Almost little bro just close your eyes and oh how time will fly.” Andrew gives me a tired laugh before snuggling into my neck. I think back to the maps and decide to take a detour through a small neighborhood. It was on the tougher side but it was a quicker less noisy way home.

I tense up a little when we pass a dark alley....something wasn’t right. It wasn’t safe. I don’t know how I know but I just know. As if the world wanted to prove me right I hear a gunshot go off further just behind Andrew and I. I quickly turn around and look wide eyed. Under a light I could make out three figures. One on the ground unmoving the other two standing over the third. I could hear my breathing getting considerably louder as I try not to draw attention to myself and Andrew. They were so close and our house was so far.

“Acacia why did we stop?” My heart stops beating when the two men look straight at us. My body was on high alert now as the two men come towards us a flash of metal flashing  as they leave the light of the lamp post. I quickly estimate the time it would take for me and Andrew to make a run towards the house. With both of us running it would take at least 13 minutes and with Andrew half asleep we’d risk him falling behind. But if I could distract them....Andrew could make it in 10.

“Alright little man time to be brave.” I slip Andrew off of my back and speak quickly as with each passing second the two men get closer. “You need to run there’s no time to ask question. You go straight home. Straight home you hear me? Stop for no one-“

“But-“

“Go!”

I cringe as Andrew flinches at my loud voice but he takes off towards the house nonetheless. “I love you!” I yell after him as he rounds the corner back towards downtown Seoul. “Please get home safe.” I whisper as I drop my backpack on the ground and turn around to face the two men.

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

I cringe at the mans icy voice. “Look I don’t want any trouble-“

“You don’t want any trouble? You wouldn’t have been in this part of town if you didn’t want any trouble.” I look around to find any visible exits. If I took the alley to the left I’d find a dead end. If I went the way Andrew did I’d risk leading the pair straight to him.

“Wait doesn’t she look like the bosses daughter?” I could go towards the man...the man. He wasn’t under the street light any more. “Boo.” I let out a loud gasp when the two men in front of me are shot. No no no this can’t be happening. I look down at the two lifeless bodies their faces burning into my brain. Don’t look at him don’t look at him.

I slowly back up closing my eyes trying to forget. Just forget come on. “Hey.” I stumble back when I hear the man's voice. It was sharp and calculated. Nope don’t look at him Acacia.  “Shit Jongin what the hell happened we left you for not even two- who’s that?”

Shit there’s another one. “You know Suho isn’t going to like witnesses.” ...another one. Alright Acacia time to get out of here. Without looking at any of them I take off running past the group. I still needed to protect Andrew.

“Shit grab her.” I run as fast as I can down the same dark alley Andrew and I passed early. All I could hear was the sound of footsteps running after me and the feeling of my lungs burning up from the lack of oxygen. I turn around to see how close they were only to run into something.

“Damn she’s fast.” I groan as I keep my eyes closed. “What should we do with her?”

“Well Jongin how much did she fucking see?”

“Umm all of it.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

I block out their conversation and keep my eyes closed as I try to visualize an escape. But my brain was confused by two bloody bodies and Andrew running into the dark.

“Is she unconscious?”

“No her eyes are moving.”

“Please just let me go. I haven’t seen any of your faces I’ve kept my eyes closed please. Please.”

All I’m met with is silence before I feel someone sit me up. I whimper when I feel them grab my chin forcefully. “Open your eyes.” I continue to keep them closed. “Please please I kept my eyes closed please-“

“Stop whining and open your eyes!” My eyes open wide to look at the man in front of me. He was young. Not much older than me. His hair was faintly dyed blond and he had a bloody nose. He was probably the guy on the ground. STOP. I quickly close my eyes again.

I try to wipe the analysis away but it was still there. It will always be there. “There now we can’t let you go.” I begin to sob at his words. “Now why did the Tarins recognize you?”

Tarins?? My mind frantically searches for any information on the subject. Where have I heard that before??? Think Acacia. You were reading about Seoul. Think. “Well?”

“I- I don’t know. It sounds familiar but I can’t-“

“She has to be lying they clearly knew her.”

“No no I don’t know them I swear I would remember!”

My sobs only get louder as I pull my knees up to my chest.

“Well clearly you’re lying sweetheart you just told me you couldn’t remember.” I flinch as the man switches to a sweeter tone. He was trying to bait me into telling him something. It was an interrogation tactic created in in the early 90s-Stop Acacia this isn’t the time.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Please believe me please.

“Knock her out we’re taking her to Chen.”

No. I open my eyes again but it was no use all I see is who I assumed was Jongin, a wide eyed guy and a guy smoking a cigarette before I see Jongin’s fist come towards my face......

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Highschool sweethearts { bohemian rhapsody cast AU} part 1

A/N : this is my first ever ff on tumblr and honesty im super nervous. also please be aware of fact that im not from english speaking country, so if there are any gramar mistakes im sorry. aand last Y/F/N is your friend´s name. please enjoy this thing

This story is inspired by liveaidfreddie story on archive of our own. ive read it weeks ago and i loved it and so here it is :)))

Word count: 1396

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader, Gwilym Lee x Reader

@dancindeaky

* not my gif * 

Rami, Gwilym, Joe and Ben are best friends since preschool. They trust each other more than they trust anyone else. And since they are on high school they trust each other with their love lives. Seriously. If boys didn't push on Gwil to ask YFN out he'd be still staring at her in every single class. Ben, who always dated the hottest cheerleaders was the one who pushed on him hardest.

,,Come on Gwil you can't hurt yourself that much! Go to her and ask her out!" Ben used to say while rolling his eyes.

And when they solved Gwil's problem they got another. Now it was Joe who had similar problem. And now it was on boys to help him with that.

                                                   XXX

monday 8am

,,You guys I've had the best saturday night!" Ben started as soon as everyone joined him next to his locker.

,,What's her name?" Gwil said with little chuckle.

,,Haha, funny. I actually don't know."

,,What does she look like?" Joe asked

,,Well she's a cheerleader, she's blonde, tall." Ben actually started to think.

,,You mean Gracie?" YFN asked and looked at Ben.

,,I guess."

All 5 of them started to laugh. Then it was just awkward silence.

,,Oh Y/N wait! Sorry boys I gotta go!" YFN literally ran away from lockers.

,,Damn it Joe! You gotta go ask her out on date!" Ben yelled at him.

,,Wh-what?"

,,Yeah, we've all seen how you just watched her walk down the hall. And it's not only that." Rami said calmly.

,,Rami's right! You watch her all the time in class, you're always looking forward the lunch because you may sit with her, sadly you always sit with us." Gwil continued what Rami started.

,,Oh guys come on! It's nothing! There's other million people here how do you know I watched her? Or how do you know I'm always looking at her in class?" Joe raised his eyebrows.

,,It's obvious Joe. I've been there. So go and ask her out! It's really nothing!"

,,Well that's easy for you to say, Gwil. You have girlfriend now."

,,But he had to go through that part too." Ben nodded

,,Okay maybe I'll talk to her."

                                                    XXX

,,Hey YFN, can I ask you something?" Joe said after he sat down at the lunch table.

,,You and Y/N are friends right?" YFN nodded.

,,What do you need?"

,,Well I wanna know if it's worth it to ask her out." Joe whispered.

,,Okay I'll find out how things are." YFN whispered too.

,,What are you two whispering about?" Gwil asked as he sat down with other 3 boys

,,Well, Joe wanted to know if I can find out what are his chances with Y/N."

Joe gave her really mad look. He didn't want boys to know that he's actually scared to ask her out. She saw her as the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She had many friends and he always thought that it'd be weird if popular girl dated some guy who only has 3 friends. Joe was also secretly jealous of YFN and Gwil's relationship because that's what he wanted with Y/N since he first saw her.

,,Joe you're alright?" Rami asked

,,Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He put on the fakest smile ever.

                                                   XXX

*Y/N*

Right after the lunch YFN went to look for YN. She wanted Joe to be happy because she knew what he sees in her. YN was pretty. Her y/e/c (your eye color) and her y/h/c (your hair color) hair attracted every single guy. If it was like in movies she'd be the main cheerleader and she'd date quarterback.

,,Hi Y/N! What you're doing?"

,,Um homework?" Y/N laughed a bit.

,,I wanted to ask you something." Y/F/N sat down next to her.

,,Do you know this guy, um I think his name's Joe? You know the cute one, heh."

,,Yeah, I do why?"

,,I was just wondering if you think he's, you know, pretty or something like that." Y/F/N started to feel really awkward.

,,He's really nice and sweet. And he's super cute."

,,So you like him a bit?" Y/F/N's eyes just opened a little more.

,,A bit, yeah." Y/N didnt look away from her notebook.

,,Okay fine, I-I have to go to the class. So see you there I guess!" Y/F/N left the class and immediately started looking for Gwil.

She wanted to tell him first. Gwil was the person she trusted the most and she also wanted to know how to tell Joe. But unfortunately Joe was with Gwil. They were leaning on Gwil's locker. Y/F/N slowed down a bit. At the moment she was torn between telling it to Joe right away or asking Gwil about it .

,,Oh, hey Y/F/N. Have you talked with Y/N yet?" Joe smiled.

,,Um, yeah... I did."

,,And?"

,,Well... she said... that... she thinks that you're... um cute." Y/F/N smiled back.

Joe looked really suprised. And confused at the same time.

,,I told you it'll be fine!" Gwil pushed him.

Joe started smiling even more than he was before. He was definitely planning the date in his head. Both Gwil and Y/F/N were just staring at him. This was followed by an awkward silence. Joe was just blankly looking at ground. With huge smile on his face.

,,Thank you so much!" Joe unexpectedly hugged Y/F/N and then speechless left.

                                                         XXX  

Since Y/F/N told Joe about the fact that Y/N finds him cute he couldn't  stop thinking about asking her out. He was anxious and scared she would say no. What if he'll say something dumb? What if Y/F/N made that up just to make him happy?   His head was full of what if's. He was standing in front of the mirror in boys's restroom. He was leaning on the sink. He was standing like this for couple of minutes.

,,Hi I just wanted to ask you..." Joe was getting ready to ask Y/N out ,,No, no, no that's dumb. Think, Joe, think! So I heard you liked me... What the hell? Who am I? Ben? This is crap!"

,,What is crap?" Second Joe said that Rami entered the room.

,,Um... nothing. Nothing is crap." Joe said quickly.

,,Come on dude I know something's going on."

,,Well okay. Y/F/N told me that Y/N thinks I'm cute and I wanna ask her out but I don't know how."

,,Um just ask her? I don't know either. Seriously just ask her. If it goes wrong then it goes wrong. Things like that happen all the time." Rami just shrugged his shoulders.

,,Wow, thanks man." Said Joe ironically.

,,You're welcome." Rami laughed and watched Joe leave.

                                                       XXX

Right after he talked to Rami, he went to find Y/N. He kept repeating himself that it is now or never. Maybe this is his only chance to ask her out. Maybe he'll never get chance to ask the girl of his dreams out again. Really anxious Joe found her in empty class. She was sitting on the couch in the back. Smiling down on her phone. Joe loved that smile. It was just a soft smile with little laugh. She always did that in classes, or when her friends were talking to her.

,,Hey!" Joe waved at her.

,,Hi!" She smiled back at him.

,,Can I sit down?" Y/N nodded and Joe sat next to her.

,,So... I wanted to. Um no I'm sorry." At this point Joe knew he screwed it.

,,What is it?"

,,Nothing I just... really it's nothing." Lines like you idiot kept repeating in Joe's head.

,,You sure it's nothing? You look really worried." Y/N looked at him from head to toe.

,,Yeah everything's fine." Joe smiled.

,,Well okay then. I gotta go." Y/N stood up and Joe realized that he can't just let her go.

,,Y/N wait! I have to ask something. You know I like you. A lot. And I don't want to blew this off. So I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me?" Joe felt like a huge stone fell of his chest.

,,I like you too. And I guess I would love to go out with you." Y/N smiled and this was the happiest moment of Joe's life.

to be continued...

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #rami malek #ben hardy #high school #au

[em-be-lievable]

On Confusion and Numbers

Warnings: The cold unfeeling hand of capitalism (it's fluff)

Words: 751 (It's a short lil diddy)

A/N: So I was scrolling through the tumblr™ and I read a post that gave me vivid Vietnam-war-style flashbacks to what was quite possibly my most Patton moment ever?? So naturally I wanted to write it with Patton. Alternate title is 'Em bitches about customer service for 300+ words.'

Summary: Patton is a cashier at a 24-hour drugstore and he's just doing his best. (Human/Highschool AU)

Pairings: Royality for the soul

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Patton liked his job.

Saying that he loved his job was a bit too much of a stretch. He loved his co-workers, he loved his bosses, he was even fond of the bright blue uniform that he was required to wear.

The customers, on the other hand, tried him a lot.

Not all of them were bad necessarily. But there were more than a few times his kindness and patience was tried with an angry soccer mom coming in with a full cart and a fist clenched with expired coupons. What most people under the age of 30 know, and most people above the age of 40 don't know is that cashiers are the faces of abuse. If there is a problem in the store, or if something doesn't go right, the chances are the teenage kid behind the counter doesn't know anything about it. They are typically a one trick pony. They look welcoming, they ring you up, they fetch the cigarettes behind the counter, and they call the manager. They don't know how to change a barcode, they don't know where to find things in the back- their one job is to just stand behind a desk. You're not actually supposed to leave the desk otherwise there's no one at the counter and that's just wrong.

But of course, people don't seem to care that the kid behind the counter doesn't know what to do if you find an item with no barcode. They just want to be mad and scream. And his job was to smile through that yelling and offer to call the manager and continue the flow of customers while you wait in both emotional and physical discomfort. Emotional from the customer's anger, and physical from the way his feet ached from standing and his back ached from his binder. It was a mildly abusive system, but damn if he didn't need to stand there to get that $7.50 an hour for gas.

So whenever someone came up with a problem, Patton went into problem solving overdrive. Mind immediately ticking down the list of things he was trained to do to please the customer, because of course, the customer is always right. And of course that's where his mind went when a terrifyingly beautiful boy strode up to the counter and placed his items on the counter.

"Hello, did you find everything alright?" Patton asked, half actually caring, and half just going on autopilot. Honestly he did care!! It was just, after a certain amount of hours he just got into the flow of things.

"No, not at all-" The beautiful man before Patton sighed, shaking his head slightly. "-I'm going to need your phone number."

Gosh darn it, couldn't he have just one easy day? Patton hesitated for a moment to tick down his mental list of things to do, before he pulled out a little card from the drawer behind the desk and a piece of paper.

"Alright, would you like the store number, or corporate?" Patton asked innocently enough, clicking his pen and getting ready to write down the requested number. There was a brief moment of silence, before the beautiful boy let out a boisterous laugh. Patton looked up in surprise as the man just completely lost it, howling with laughter. Pat was stunned, he didn't know what was happening, he was just doing his job-

Eventually the pretty man calmed down, and sighed. "No, sweetheart, I meant your number."

Patton could feel his face heat up, as all the blood rushed to his cheeks. "O-oh. Um-" He stuttered, brain on pause as it tried to process what the handsome boy was saying to him. The aforementioned boy just chuckled again.

"My name is Roman. When do you get off work?"

After what seemed to be forever Patton's brain finally caught up to speak. "P-patton. Patton Foster, and I finish up at 4."

"There's a coffee shop next door." Roman hummed with a smirk. "Meet me there after work?"

"S-Sure!" Patton chirped eagerly. A blinding smile breaking out on his face.

"Fantastic!!" Roman hummed, "Until then sweetheart, try to stay out of trouble~"

With that Patton watched Roman walk through the sliding doors. He stared after him, spaced out before it truly hit him. He had just flirted and gotten a date with a cute boy!!! Quickly his eyes darted to the clock on his monitor. Praying that the time would move faster so he could head to the coffee shop.

#em writes #sanders sides fic #royality #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders

[despacito-uwu16]

Trent x Reader: Treat You Better (highschool AU)

You were walking down the halls of Wawanakwa high along with your boyfriend Topher.

As you were grabbing your stuff from your locker, he was flirting with Amy. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. "Am I not pretty enough? What's wrong with me"? You wondered.

You shut your locker closed and headed to 5th period without Topher. You sat at your normal spot and waited for class to start. "Hey y/n"! You hear Trent say as he entered the classroom and sat next to you. "Hey Trent"! You smiled.

You and Trent are childhood friends. When you were both 5, he moved into your neighborhood and you guys have been inseparable ever since. But when you started dating Topher during your sophomore year, you didn't really get to spend a lot of time with Trent because you were focusing on your relationship with Topher.

"So, am I gonna see you at the spring carnival this weekend"? He asks. "I don't know, I might have to ask Topher if he's going". You say. Trent frowns at you. "Okay then". He says.

"Y/N! You were supposed to wait for me"! Topher exclaims. "Sorry babe, I didn't want to be late". You say. "Well, that better not happen again". He said. "Sorry". You said.

"Your in my spot". Topher snarled at Trent. "Sorry dude". Trent says and sits at another seat.

As class went on, Topher kept glaring at Trent. You took your boyfriend's hand, but he brushed it off making you frown.

"Okay class, as you know, there will be a open note quiz tomorrow so I expect you to have your well detailed notes with you when you enter class tomorrow". Said Mr. Howard

As the bell rang, everyone quickly got out of their seats, ready to leave. "Nope! The bell doesn't dismiss you, I dismiss you"! He says.

"No! The bell doesn't dismiss me! It dismisses you". Said Duncan. "I don't dismiss the bell, you dismiss the bell". Said Heather. "I don't dismiss you, I dismiss the bell". Said Topher.

"I am the bell". Lindsay says. Everyone looked at her. They all laughed and started to leave the class room. "What just happened"? The teacher muttered as he cleaned the board.

As everyone was headed to lunch, you ran up to your boyfriend. "Hey babe, are you going to the spring carnival this weekend"? You ask him. "Yeah, I'm going with Amy and her friends". Said Topher. Your heart dropped as you heard Amy's name come out of his mouth. "Oh". You said. "Nothing personal babe. You understand right"? He asks. You nodded in response.

"Speaking of Amy, I'm joining her for lunch today". Said Topher. "Again? This is the 3rd week you've been sitting with Amy"! You complained. "Why are you being whiny? It's just Amy"! Topher says. "We rarely spend time together"! You said. "So? I never complain about you sitting with your friends. Especially with Trent. Anyways, I promise you we'll do something fun together tonight". He says. "Fine". You say.

He kisses your cheek and goes to Amy's table. As he talks to her, she smirks at you. "Hey, Y/N"! You looked behind you to see Trent waving at you. "Hey, Trent". You say. "Wanna go off campus and get some pizza"? He asks. "Yea sure, I've nothing to do". You say. "Great, I'll drive". Said Trent.

As you ate your pizza, you couldn't help but wonder about your feelings for your boyfriend. "What's wrong Y/N"? Trent asks. "It's nothing". You say as you take another bite out of your pizza. "I highly doubt it. It's about Topher isn't it"? He asks. "No"! You said.

"If I'm being honest, he's not being a good boyfriend". He says. "Excuse me"? You raised your voice. "Think about it Y/N, he keeps flirting with Amy and manipulating your feelings". Said Trent. "Topher is not manipulative! He cares about my feelings". You yelled.

"If he cared about your feelings, he wouldn't be sitting with Amy everyday and play with her hair. Come on Y/N be realistic". Said Trent.

"I am being realistic, your just being jealous and petty because Gwen dumped you for Duncan". You yelled. "This isn't about me! This is about you, Y/N! I care about you"! Trent yelled.

"Well if you cared about me, then you would leave me and Topher alone"! You yelled. You ran off leaving Trent speechless.

You were at your last period of the day, Theatre. You were staring at the clock, waiting for school to end and for the weekend to start.

"Alright, let's play the alphabet improv. You know the rules. Your line has to start with a letter from the alphabet, and it's in alphabetical order (I stole this from Victorious, idk how to explain it). If your line isn't in the right order, you are out". Mr. Leonard says. "I wanna be leader"! Amy says.

"Amy, choose your actors". The teacher says. "I pick, Lindsay, Heather, Noah and Topher". Said Amy. Topher gave you a kiss on the cheek and headed up stage with Amy. "Okay let's begin! Lindsay, you may go first". The teacher says. "Look a bee"! Lindsay exclaims. "OUT"! The teacher exclaims. "Awwww". She says as she heads back to her seat.

As the game continues, it was down to Amy and Topher. "Head feels dizzy". Said Topher. "I know what will make you feel better". Said Amy. "Jackfruit"? Topher asks. "Kiss me". Said Amy. Those words caught your attention. "Let's do it". Said Topher. He cupped Amy's cheeks and kissed her passionately making your heart break in two. As the bell rang, you ran out of the classroom in tears. Topher noticed and ran after you.

"Y/N why did do run out of the classroom"? Topher asks. "What do you think"? You sobbed. "Oh com'on it was just a kiss"! Topher says. "Why are you being so jealous"? He asks. "Because you don't look at me the same way you look at Amy"! You shouted.

"Well maybe Amy might be a better girlfriend than you". Said Topher. You went silent. "What"? You said. "It's over Y/N. Don't take it personal". Topher pats you on the head and leaves.

You ran up to your room crying, not caring about your parents hearing you sob. "Y/N, what's wrong sweetie! Did something happen at school"? Your mom asks. "Topher left me"! You yelled. "I knew he was trouble, I'm gonna sue him"! You father said. "Honey, calm down, let's give Y/N  some alone time". Your mother says.

It's been a day since Topher broke up with you. You poured out your heart and soul into the relationship for two years, and now it's gone down the drain.

Your mom knocks on the door. "Sweetheart? She says. "Go away"! You groaned.

"I know you want to be alone, but someone's here to see you". You mom says. You say up on your bed, wondering who it could be.

Trent entered your room with 2 bags full of snacks and a gallon of sprite. "Hey Y/N. I heard about what happened". Said Trent. "And you came here to rub it in". Said Y/N. "No of course not! I came here to cheer you up. I have your favorite snacks and soda". Said Trent. "Thanks Trent". You said. He puts it on your vanity and sits on your bed.

"I'm sorry about Topher. He shouldn't have dumped you like that". Said Trent. "Well, it's over, he's probably screwing Amy right now". You said. "I have an idea. The spring carnival is tonight! It'll take your mind off of him"! Said Trent. "I think I'll skip this year". You said.

"Y/N! We never skipped it! It's our little tradition"! Trent exclaimed. "That's also where I met Topher". You said.

"Screw Topher! We're going! I'll be back to pick you up in an hour, and you better be ready". Trent says as he left your room.

"I guess it's for the best, I mean, it's been a while since I actually hanged out with Trent". You thought. You got out your bed and started getting ready.

1 hour later....

You grabbed your phone and your bag and headed out the door. "Mom! Dad! I'm gonna be with Trent"! You said. "Okay, be home by 11"! Your dad called out.

You saw Trent in his red motorcycle, parked near the driveway. "Hey! You ready to go"? Trent asks as he tosses you a helmet. "Yep! Let's do this". You say as you put it on.

Moments later...

Trent parked his motorcycle near the entrance. You both went inside and looked at all the games. "Wow! The place hasn't changed". You said. "Well, what do you want to do first"? Trent asks.

For the past two hours, you guys have spent money on games and food. You both made a bet on who would wins the most games.

"I win"! You exclaimed. "I guess I have to buy you lunch for the rest of the week"! Said Trent. "Yep"! You said popping the P. Trent went to the food stand and bought you some popcorn.

"Man this is fun"! You said as you stuffed some popcorn in your mouth. "Told ya, wanna go on the Ferris wheel"? Trent asks. "Sure". You responded.

You both left your stuff at a locker, and head on the Ferris wheel. "Wow, look at the view"! Said Trent.

"Remember you used to get so scared and you held my hand the whole time"? You teased. "Well, I'm not scared anymore"! Trent says. "Then why are you shaking"? You asks. "Because it's cold". Trent said. "Uh huh, okay". You laughed.

"Can I hold your hand? Not because I'm scared, but because it's really cold". Said Trent. "Alright". You said holding your hand out.

Trent grabs your hand and relaxes. "Thanks for tonight Trent". You said. "Anything for you". He smiles. As the cart reached the top of the Ferris wheel, Trent took a deep breath and looked at you. "Y/N I gotta confess something". Said Trent. You looked at him and smiled. "What is it Trent"? You ask.

"I'm in love with you. I have since Sophomore year! I was gonna confess that year at the carnival, but that's when you met Topher and you looked really happy, and I didn't want to destroy that! I dated Gwen so I could get over my feelings for you, but it never did. I know you just got out of a relationship, but I just you to know that I can treat you better than he can. I understand if you don't feel the same". Trent confessed.

"Trent, I feel the same way. I thought I was happy with Topher, but tonight made me realize I was more happier with you". You said. "So will you be mine"? Trent asks. "Of course". You smiled. Trent caressed you're cheeks and leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt warm and soft. He put his arm around and kissed your head. "I promise to treat you like a princess". He said.

It was 10:30 pm and you both decided to head home early. As you head towards the exit, you heard two people arguing, catching both of your attention.

You both saw Amy and Topher yelling at each other. Everyone gathered around and started filming the scene before them. 

"YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH DAKOTA YOU TWO TIMING WOMANIZER"! She yells. "Well, I saw you flirting with Scott"! Topher yelled in defense. "Well it's not my fault I'm pretty"! Said Amy. "It doesn't matter, you are so cancelled Topher"! Amy adds.

She walks to the pie stand and grabs a pie. She walks back to where she was standing before and threw it at Topher's face. Everyone laughed at him as Amy and her friends walked away.

As Topher wipes the whipped cream from his eyes, he sees you and Trent together.

"Y/N! Hey"! He runs to you. "Ummm, hi Topher". You say.

"Listen, you were right about Amy, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I promise to be a better boyfriend for now on. So what do you say, you and I get out of here and head to Denny's". He says.

You looked at him and scoffed. "Wow, bold of you to assume I'd get together with you just like that". You snickered.

"What? Why don't you want to get back with me, I mean I am the most charming after all". Ha says.

"I poured my heart and soul into our relationship and you didn't even notice. You flirt with other girls, making me feel insecure about myself. And you never care about me or how I felt. So yeah, no thanks". You said. "And by the way, I'm with some else who is more charming and caring than you". You added.

"Oh really, who's more charming than me, Alejandro"? Topher asks sarcastically.

You turned to Trent and kissed him passionately. Trent kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. As you pulled away, you hugged your boyfriend and smirked at Topher.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when he leaves you"! Topher says as you and Trent walk away.

"Oh, I don't think that's gonna be a problem". You says, making Trent smile.

[joonskisses]

Through The Phone | pjm

prompt: "i want to stay here in your paradise."

word count: 1.7k

pairing: jimin x reader 

genre: fluff, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers

disclaimers: unedited 

description: Letting you steal the covers, playing with your hair, Park Jimin would do it all.

a/n: just a little drabble in honor of park jimin. happy birthday jimin! ♡

Feeling the sun shine on your bare arms (unfreezing them from the air conditioning you always blasted, it helped you sleep), barely covered by your soft white blanket. You turned over to lay on your shoulder, only to be met with the sleeping image of Park Jimin on your laptop screen.

11 hrs 20 min 7 sec

You looked at yourself, in the small rectangle shaped box in the top right corner of the screen, and cringed at your morning appearance. Your hair was everywhere, and your hands immediately started fidgeting with your hair, in an awkward attempt to smooth down your hair.

“You look beautiful like that.” You looked at Jimin, only to find him staring back at you.

You pulled the cover over your head and blushed.

“Ew stop, I look gross,” you replied. “You look amazing and I’m here looking like a potato.” Your voice was muffled by the blanket, but he could still hear you clearly.

He ran a hand through his fluffy baby pink hair - that he spontaneously died a couple weeks ago - trailing it back down to rest on his cheek. He was laying on his shoulder, and for a second you could pretend you were laying next to each other.

“You’re adorable,” you muttered out, having no filter. “Don’t lose your cheeks, Park. I’ll kill you.” He let out a little laugh, and you immediately felt all the butterflies in your stomach flutter once again.

“God, I wish I could be with you right now. This screen-” he poked at the camera and crinkled his nose. “-is such a little cockblock. My cuddle buddy is 6 hours away from me, and I’m in need of some love right now.”

He made a pouty face, and you felt the urge to just smush his face together and - okay, you getting carried away, but everyone gets the idea. “I miss you too, dork.” You blew a kiss at the screen, and for a second, you forgot that you were supposed to meet up with your friend in a few hours.

“Fuck! I’m gonna be late!” You bounced up, and picked up your phone. As you started to close the laptop, you yelled out a, “I’m switching to phone okay?”

You ran to the bathroom and opened your phone (using a bunch of makeup palettes and a few nodes to hold your phone straight). You rushed to brush your teeth and wash your face.

“I also miss seeing you with toothpaste all over your shirt. And the crazy buns you do, that always seem to fall out as your running all over your room.” He laughed out.

You dried your face with a towel and took Jimin with you back to your room. “Yeah yeah, by the way, what says ‘casual, but not too casual’ ?”

He made a thinking face, and finally said, “Wait, who are you meeting anyway?” You started to take off your tanktop - pausing halfway to reply.

“Uh - it’s not that important.” Successfully removing your top, you proceeded to look for a decent shirt. Maybe a dress, but you didn’t want to look too fanc-

“Hey, I want to know who you’re meeting up with, it’s just an innocent question.” You took your lip between your teeth. You glanced at your phone, now stationed by your pillow, so he could still see you.

“Taehyung.. But before you say anything-” you were cut off by the sound of Jimin’s voice. “Taehyung? I thought I said that I didn’t want you hanging out with him anymore?”

Taehyung was nothing more than an ex, recently you’ve became friends, and decided to leave everything in the past. You finally found a decent shirt/blouse and threw it on as quickly as you could.

“Now he gets to see you, all beautiful and dressed up. For him, and not me.” Jimin looked away, before finally getting up. “I got to get going, I’ll call you later. Love you-” and that was all you heard before your screen went black. 

At the small cafe (that smelled really good, like coffee and sweets) down the street from where you lived, you and Taehyung sat at a table for 2.

“How have you been?” you asked, with a mouth full of butter cookies. Taehyung smiled at your appearance and took a sip of your tea.

“Same old, you still talk to Jimin?” he tilted his head slightly to the side, looking like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, we’re still really good friends,” you smiled at the thought of Jimin. You let out a sad sigh. “but he’s so far away, it’s so hard to spend time with him.”

Taehyung smiled - seeming like he knew something. “You know, you’d look great together. Just saying-” you cut him off, hitting his arm in the process. “Oh my goodness, what are you saying..” He chuckled and linked his pinky with yours.

“I can tell, there’s something between you. Something we didn’t have. Jimin is actually, as much as I hate to admit it, a really great guy. You better realize that, before someone else comes and snatches him away - Oh gee, I just remembered, I have plans!”

With that, he dropped your pinky, and stood up abruptly, making you stand in the process. Before you could even speak, he was already heading out the door. You felt abandoned and lonely, and people were starting to stare. Not wanting anyone to think you had just got dumped, you headed out too.

You walked down the main street, just admiring the scenery, but you still couldn’t forget what Taehyung had said.

“-before someone else comes and snatches him away..”

You shamelessly blushed, the thought of being with Jimin wasn’t all that bad. Jimin was a sweetheart, an adorable boy. But you’re not sure Jimin felt the same. The thing is, you’ve liked Jimin since senior year of highschool. He’s never had a girlfriend, girls wouldn’t talk to him (mainly because they all thought you were both dating), and you thought it was so cute. He’s an innocent boy, and you really believed that he would treat you just - perfectly actually.

He knew what you liked, what you didn’t, he was your other half.

Deciding to call Jimin, you opened up your phone, and hit the facetime button.

“Hello? I’m really busy! Can we call later I’m doing something," Jimin turned to talk to someone,“No, no! That’s all wrong!” he ended the call.

Jimin never hanged up on you. It wasn’t like him. Yes, you got a little mad, so you decided to just brush it off. Maybe he really is busy.

You decided to go back home and just binge watch one of your favorite shows. But still, you couldn’t shake off the feeling he was avoiding you.

An hour turned into two, and suddenly the sky turned dark, and the sun went to sleep.

You checked your phone, and still, no new messages and no missed calls.

You contemplated calling Jimin, but you didn’t want to seem too needy. But hell, best friends are always needy.

You unlocked your phone and was about to call Jimin, when you got a call from Taehyung.

“Hello? Hello? I need your help right now, there’s a big emergency, I’ll text you the address.” Taehyung quickly hung up.

Wow, nobody wanted you today. You checked his message, and quickly headed to check out this emergency.

You were surprised to see that the address he gave you led to a park, which was conveniently near you. Is he hurt? Is something wrong? So many different thoughts ran through your head as you ran quickly to Taehyung.

When you finally got there, you were out of breath. “What’s- what’s wrong?” You struggled to get the words out, but Taehyung wrapped something around your eyes and head so you couldn’t see.

“Taehyung..?” holding your hand, he continued walking, until you finally reached a stop. “You can take it off now.”

You opened your eyes to the parks garden. The entire place was filled with lush roses. Fairy lights hung from trees, candles lit up the ground, and you stood frozen and amazed.

You looked around for Taehyung, but he was nowhere to be found. The faint smell of vanilla and fruits hit your nose - Jimin’s scent. You spun on your heel, only to hit into someone.

Looking up, you were met with Jimin’s crescent eyes. “H-how? Am I dreaming?” you breathed out. He grabbed both your hands gently, and lightly swinged them back and forth.

“Okay, I couldn’t stand to be another day away from you. I’ve been gone for only 5 months, but it was too long. It was so lonely, and I don’t understand why I even left in the first place, and-” you cut him off by removing one of your hands from his, and resting it on his cheek.

“Jimin, you’re rambling,” you stroked his soft skin with your thumb, and you could just feel the heat that warmed his cheeks. “What are you saying?” you were so close to Jimin that you could feel his breath hit your lips.

He leaned into your touch. “What I’m trying to say is that, I- I love you. No scratch that, I’ve loved you for so long. Ever since you passed me that one time in the hallway back in highschool. You bumped into my shoulder, but you sent me the sweetest smile. And I’m just saying, I’ll do anything and everything.

I’ll let you steal the covers, which you already do. I’ll play with your hair - just the way you like - and I’ll stop complaining when we’re cuddling and you give me a dead arm. You can keep using me as your pillow. I really won’t mind, just being with you is everything to me.

I won’t mind when you take unexpected pictures of me, and create memes out of them.

I’ll let you watch those weird dog compilations that you find on youtube - even though you know I rather watch cat ones.

I’ll even keep my cheeks, just for you.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and eventually rolled down your cheeks. Jimin hesitated before kissing your tears away.

“Is this okay?” he whispered. You nodded and eventually brought your lips to his. He felt like home.

“I love you too.”

“And that ladies and gentlemen, is how we are gathered here today, I love you both. You better treat her right, Jimin. Or I’m kicking your ass.”

You and Jimin laughed and watched as Taehyung - dressed nicely in a suit and a tie - exited the stage.

You held the hand of the man who never left you - your husband. Park Jimin.

“I love you.”

#jiminnetwork #park jimin #jimin imagine #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts au #bts jimin #bts scenarios #bts #bts imagines #My writing #bts fanfic #through the phone #jiminshook #happyjiminday #jimin au #jimin #bestfriend!jimin #bts smut #bts angst #bangtan boys #taehyung fluff #taehyung #kim taehyung #smol bean #i love you all

[the-tevinter-biscuit]

WIP Meme

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.

tagged by my good pal @gothic-princess-witch​ <3 i suppose this will serve as a good to-do list! and an opportunity for some teasers :) but what we’ll really learn is i cant name things

literally anyone who wants to do this can! i shan’t bother with tagging, but if you wanna then go for it! you can even say i tagged you, if you like 

long post is post so it’ll be under a cut

1. Rest Easy, Sweetheart (Currently: Chapter 4) - A direct sequel to my fic Milk Carton Kid  as it details Fenris’s healing process and adjustment to life back at home with his father, Sebastian, and ex?-boyfriend Garrett. Lots of angst and lots of hurt/comfort.

Isabela swung her arms wide open as she approached, ready to embrace Fenris in the world’s largest hug. She had always been a touchy person, taking every opportunity for contact. Before she could capture him, Garrett put a hand on her shoulder to stop her and then whispered something in her ear. From where he sat, Fenris couldn’t quite make out what it was that he said.

“Can I give you a hug Fenris?” she asked suddenly, arms wilting slightly as she stood directly in front of him. He swallowed roughly. For what it was worth, he couldn’t think of any reasons why she should make him uncomfortable, so he nodded slowly.

2. Mystery (Working Title) - When Fenris wakes up on a bridge in the middle of seemingly nowhere, he’s rightly confused. He can’t remember how he got there, or who this man is offering him a cigarette. All he knows is he wants to go home. With the bruises on his neck and a man who knows both too much and not enough as the only keys, he attempts to figure out what exactly happened to him.

“I know you want to leave but you can’t yet,” Hawke explained. Fenris’s head snapped up to look at him. 

“Do you know why I am here? How I got here?” he asked, determined for answers. The grin had faded from Hawke’s face and he didn’t answer for a moment, eyes drifting towards the sky. He had to have answers – he had to! “You have to answer me!”

After what felt like an eternity though was likely only a minute or two, he broke the silence with: “You specifically? I don’t. But we’ll both find out in time.”

3. Untitled - Fenris and Garrett and rival assassins who both get assigned to do the same job. At first, Garrett doesn’t recognise Fenris in all of his feminine get-up to have the upper-hand at the party, not until he catches him escaping from the scene after stealing his kill. A sorry excuse for smut.

When the mission came through, Fenris had immediately refused. It was a simple task, one that he could easily pull off. His target was an overweight, middle-aged man, wealthy and well-known for exploiting his workers. It was no wonder someone wished him dead. Annually, the target held a fancy party where he could mingle with younger women. He was after sex and they were after his wealth, the situation was simple enough. That wasn’t to say there weren’t men dotted around the place. Isabela had insisted however, that his chances of success would be much higher if he posed as a woman.

4. Longer version of Home - Garrett had only heard bad rumours about Fenris, an 8 year old boy from his class. But everyone deserved at least one friend right? What’s the worst that could happen? Angst-y children!AU covering some sensitive issues, particularly child abuse. Unsure of length at this point.

“He’s weird,” Anders said. “He gets into fights a lot. I heard he threw a chair at a teacher. He doesn’t like other people much I don’t think. I wouldn’t talk to him if I were you. What if he hits you or somethin’?” 

Hawke stiffened a little. He didn’t want to be hit, that was for sure. The boy was so small though, he couldn’t imagine his punches hurt much. However, what Anders said did seem to add up. He was covered in battle wounds that must be from fights and a repulsive attitude was sure to drive away other children. If he had been mean to a teacher, it was reason for them to not like him too. However, he was just a kid, wasn’t he? He wasn’t that much different from him. How could anyone hate Garrett Hawke? He was charming and witty with chubby cheeks and a cheeky smile. If anyone could get through to this kid, it would be him.

5. Into The Dark (aka. Teen AU) - Most of you know of this series, or my ask blog. Full fic documenting the love and life of Garrett Hawke and Fenris through highschool over 6 years from ages 11 to 17 in Kirkwall, England. Something is going on with Fenris after all, but what if he doesn’t want things to be fixed? A fic that encompasses all: humour, romance, drama, angst. This one is my big project and it probably won’t come out for a long time.

“But he…But he deserves it! You’ve heard what he says to me! He…He pushes my things off my desk and laughs at me and…and…it doesn’t stop outside of class he…he—” The boy, Fenris, was childishly babbling, voice cracking in places. Oh puberty, you were always a bitch. His eyes were becoming slightly watery, he blinked back the tears he was cut off by Mr. Vael.

“I know. We can sort this out but first you need to let go of him,” Hawke was surprised he wasn’t yelling at him, sending him to the headmistress. It was working though, Fenris’s shaky hands released Anders. He’d never forget the look of shock on Anders’s face for years to come as he did, genuinely surprised that Fenris had been defused so easily. 

6. Misc - I have some drawing prompts and drabbles to write in my inbox that I’ll get around to at some point probably.

#WIP meme #Dragon Age #Fenris #Hawke #Fenhawke #my fics #fics #fanfiction #hawris #dragon age 2 #da2 #writing