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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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strawberry

― mukbang youtuber!nishimura riki x gn!reader

riki's at it again, and by it, i mean microwaving foods.

genre: humor, fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.2k

warnings: cw food/eating

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the 2nd upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"y/n! i'm warning you, i'm going live!" riki shouts from the living room.

"alright! i'll stay here, let me know when you're done!" his s/o replies in the same volume.

"okay!"

this was a frequent occurrence: you come over to riki's place, the two of you hang out, he needs to film something for an hour or so, you give him space, he finishes, and the two of you cuddle after. while some of your friends question your boyfriend and your lifestyle with him, you really wouldn't have it any other way. 2 and a half years of dating riki, you've been through it all together, so there's no push for a something different or more.

"okay... let's wait for a while, yeah?" riki directs to his audience, watching the chat feed slowly increase in comments. when it seems like enough people have shown up, a smile breaks out on his face. "hey everyone, it's me again!

"you probably already read the title, but yea, imma do it." he points the camera down to the array of strawberry items that will soon be put in the microwave. "i don't know how people eat cold strawberries—they have no flavor to them!"

you scoff to yourself when he says that, shaking the digital trees on your island for fruits to sell.

"try one to see if you like it?" riki reads out loud. "eyyy, if i don't like it, i don't, but i'll prove it to you anyway if there's anyone new watching."

true to his word, the cold strawberry goes right into his mouth, and he makes a face, the camera picking it up. you don't need to watch the live to know that your boyfriend's nose is all scrunched up right now, making you giggle at the thought of it in the next room.

"now that you know," he continues, holding up a plate of strawberries. "i'll be microwaving these now."

the microwave opens and shuts before making its beeping noises as riki presses the numbers and heats them up for a couple of seconds. when they're ready, he's quick to get them out and show them to the camera before enjoying the taste of the warm strawberries.

"mm!" you roll your eyes at the sound of his satisfaction. his dog bisco has made its way into the room and plops next to your side, you gladly petting the curly fur at some points.

after a couple minutes, it seems riki has finished the warm strawberries, because he's moving onto the next item: tanghulu-style strawberries.

"you all said that you wanted me to eat this, and since it's already—" he takes this moment to tap the crystal sugary shell. "like this, i guess i'll just dive right in."

the sounds of delightful crunching can be heard, not unnoticed by bisco, whose head tilts at the eating sounds. you chuckle lightly, scratching its head and making the dog lay its head back down.

"ohh, i know why you all wanted me to eat this," riki acknowledges. "it's like asmr, okay, okay."

he lowers his voice and starts speaking like the asmr videos he's seen with you. "i think i'll microwave it just to taste," he whispers into the mic.

with that, the same microwave sounds of beeps and doors are repeated. "oh shoot, the sugar is making it stick to the plate," riki comments with a laugh, making you snort quietly. "i'll just..." he trails off, using a fork to free the sugary treat from the plate before plopping it into its mouth.

"oh! i like this better too! sorry, no crunching sounds for you," he laughs at the disappointed comments who wanted to hear the satisfying crunch of the tanghulu. "alright, next up... strawberry jam!"

instead of the usual glass jar it resides in, riki lifts up several small packages taken from food places as condiments. "i didn't wanna buy a whole jar—the tanghulu was expensive for no reason! plus, these are free, what can go wrong with free things?" a lot, apparently.

as by routine, he lifts up the wrap of the packaging and punches the back of it to immediately taste the jam. "hmm... it's alright, i guess."

riki lifts his head to read a comment. "huh? what's wrong with taking it straight like that? you know, jay hyung does worse, right?"

you giggle to yourself at the mention of one of his youtuber hyungs as you continue multitasking and listening.

"oh yeah, that reminds me. he did a video with his s/o, it was soo funny!" the youtuber laughs. "poor hyung, he said the manuca honey was so bad, he didn't want to eat honey for a week! go check out his channel after this and watch the video.~

"well, jay hyung needs to thank me for his free promo or whatever. it's time to microwave this noww," riki continues. it's going like normal: the microwave door opening and closing, the beeps of setting the time. but then it isn't. after a couple of seconds of heating, some loud pops are heard, and riki is shouting and laughing at the same time.

you and bisco shoot up and immediately rush to the scene. "riki! what is going on?!"

he turns around with a sheepish smile just as the microwave beeps to signal its end. pointing at the microwave, you notice the stains of strawberry jam on the door and groan out. you walk towards the kitchen and open one of the cabinets to take out the cleaning supplies, failing to notice that you had walked in front of the camera.

the comments go crazy with questions, and riki realizes he hadn't turned off his live, connecting the dots. he's quick to pull you into the frame with a beaming smile on his face. "well, this isn't the best way to go about it, but since you accidentally revealed yourself, i guess i'll say it: this is my s/o y/n, everyone!"

you blink owlishly, clutching the clorox wipes close to your chest with riki's arm around your shoulder. "huh?" you ask before the lightbulb in your head goes off. "ohhh! oh my gosh, hi?!"

you and riki had talked about the subject of your reveal before, but the how was always the reason you had never done it. with the accident, you guess this was the how now. you're laughing with riki at the whole situation as the comments flood with how cute the two of you are together. "riki! we need to clean the microwave before your parents come back," you playfully scold.

"oh right," he agrees before turning back to the camera. "well, two-in-one, everyone: strawberry mukbang goes wrong and my s/o revealed! see you next time!"

the two of you wave to the camera as the audience wishes you farewell and riki finally shuts off the live.

"you're a mess," you tease him, getting an eye roll in response.

"yeah, yeah, let's just clean up, okay?"

"how does this even happen? what physics is this?" you wonder aloud, opening the microwave to start cleaning.

"huh, maybe i have jake hyung's next idea for a video."

a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes how 😀 i hope you all enjoyed this it's been a while since i wrote for riki hehe but i still judge him for warm strawberries LOL

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #enhypenwriters #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki x reader #captured on camera

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moonstruckholland · 4 years

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Can We Go Back To Bed? (t.h)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 2,497

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, flashbacks

A/N: this was supposed to come out a couple of months ago 😅 but here she is, the first one shot of my Cosmic Soul series! Shout out to @fangirlwithasweettooth and @hollandsamor for being amazing and reading this over for me! I really hope y'all like it 💕

Tom had never felt as far from you as he did lying next to you tonight.

Lying next to you was honestly a bit of an overstatement. With the way you were laying, there was enough space between you to fit a whole other person on the bed. You were curled up on your side, so close to the edge, Tom was worried with one wrong move you’d just roll onto the floor. He considered reaching out, moving next you, but for the first time since you started dating he was truly scared of being rejected, of the pain he knew he'd feel if you pulled away from him.

He wanted nothing more than to touch you, kiss you, anything. He just wanted to feel close to you. Instead he quietly got up, careful not to wake you as he made his way out the room, the whole night replaying in his head.

Everything was off from the moment he walked through the door.

“Princess? I'm home!"

Flowers in hand, he walked through the apartment, looking for you. He heard a door open and a soft, “Tom?” come from the bathroom as he set his luggage down in your bedroom.

“I’m here, baby.”

You poked your head out of the doorway, hair wet and matted, a towel wrapped around your body, “Tom! Hi!”

He had expected you to run up to him and jump into his arms, like you always did before.

Instead, you casually walked over, kissing his cheek as if he hadn't been gone for months, "You didn't tell me you were coming home!"

He hadn't thought much about in the moment, but now, he could tell something was just wrong.

He knew something would be different, that was the price that came with being gone for months at a time. But not with you.

You'd always been a constant for Tom, giving him a wonderful sense of security he lacked in his hectic life. He knew no matter he could count on coming home to your warm and loving embrace.

Or at least he did.

The rest of the night had been just as weird as when he came in. You had your normal movie marathon like you did every time Tom came home, but this time around that feeling that you were out of reach was in the back of Tom's head.

You were too far, barely touching him, and you sure as hell didn't say a word to him. The normal joking around was gone, replaced with silence despite the sounds of the movie surrounding the both of you.

You had asked him questions every once in a while, about his flight, if he was tired or hungry. If he hadn't been paying too much attention, he would've thought it was just you being your normal, caring self, but it was too polite, like he was just someone visiting.

He couldn't stop dwelling on it no matter how hard he tried and that's how he found himself walking around the apartment, coming to realize it just as different as you were.

It was all little things and maybe if he didn't feel the need to look so closely, he probably never would've noticed, but he couldn't help it now.

There were flowers everywhere, fake ones in pretty vases all around because the real ones made you sad when they inevitably died. Tom could almost picture how excited you must've been setting up each vase and how long it probably took you to decide where to put them because you were such a perfectionist.

The blankets and pillows on the couch were different too, cute little sayings stitched into each one, and Tom wondered when you'd gotten then. You used to always tell him when you got new things. When was the last time you'd mentioned going to Hobby Lobby or Target?

What stuck out to Tom the most were the pictures you had. Some of the old pictures of the two of you were replaced with people he'd never seen before, he assumed co-workers, though he couldn't recall you telling him about anyone in the photos with you.

He felt a pang of guilt. How much had he missed?

He finally came across a familiar picture, one Harrison had taken of the two of you when you weren't looking the day you moved into this apartment together. You and Tom were smiling goofily at each other, pulling out things from a box on the floor.

Tom couldn't help smiling as he thought back to that day, to how happy you were.

"Tommy, baby, you have to be careful carrying that box. It has all our plates and I don't think you're gonna want to eat off a napkin." You warned him as you watched him carry the heavy box on his own, despite you and Haz both offering to help.

"I'll be careful, princess, I promise," he said confidently before somehow tripping over his own feet and hitting the wall, the plates clattering loudly

Tom looked back to see you rolling your eyes as if you knew he would do exactly that. He quickly put the box down on the floor, finding the box cutter on the kitchen counter and opening it up to make sure he hadn't broken anything.

He let out a sigh of relief before yelling out, "They're all okay!"

You shook your head at him, but Tom could see a smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.

You approached him, mumbling something about putting the plates away before Tom could break them.

Harrison was behind you, carrying a box without any complications, "It's not too late for me to take him back, y/n."

"I might just take you up on that, Haz."

"Hey!" Tom pouted, "You don't mean that do you, baby?"

You wrapped your arms around him, standing up on your tippy toes to plant a big kiss on his cheek, "Never, honey, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He put a hand on your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips before saying, "Good thing you're stuck with me then."

You were about to say something when you were rudely off by Haz throwing a napkin at you, "Oi, you two, come help me unpack your things please."

You pulled away from Tom, your laughter filling the room as you went to help. Tom watched, a warmth filling him as he thought about how lucky he was to be living this with you.

'What happened?’ He wondered with a sigh, the fond memories fading, leaving him with an achy feeling in his chest as he plopped down on the couch.

The sound of the bedroom door opening startled him, pulling him out of thoughts completely.

“Baby?” You shuffled over to him sleepily, eyes squinting at the bright light, “What are you doing up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded, taking a seat beside him, laying your head on the soft cushion.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?”

Tommy. It was a nickname he had grown to love over the years.

“My Tommy,” you’d always say, usually right caressing his face fondly or pressing your lips to his.

He hadn’t realized just how much he missed hearing it or how long it’d been since the last time it came from your lips.

He didn't answer your question, looking down at his fingers. What was he supposed to say? "Hey, babe, I feel like our relationship is falling apart and I was wondering if you felt the same?"

No, he absolutely couldn't say that, but he couldn't just not say anything at all.

You gently touched his face, grabbing his drifting attention once more, "Baby, talk me. What's going on?"

He debated with his thoughts for a moment longer, before finally deciding to work up the courage to speak what was on his mind.

"I miss you."

You gave him a little smile, "I'm right here, silly."

"Are you?"

One question and Tom started to wonder if he should've kept his mouth shut, the hurt and confusion that immediately came over your face causing his heart to ache more than he thought was possible.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y/n, you're sitting right in front me and I still feel like you're a million miles away."

You were speechless, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

"I, um, I don't know what you mean," you stammered out quickly, clearly lying.

Of course you knew what he meant, how could you not? A feeling of remorse flooded your body, you knew you'd been a bit distant, but you didn't know it'd been this bad or noticable.

It'd been so long since you really got to talk to Tom, both of you swamped with work and social lives, your paths barely crossed anymore. Before you knew it, your once amazing relationship, full of great communication, had been reduced to superficial and empty conversations.

"You don't? So nothing feels different between us right now?"

"I don't know what to say, Tom," you sat up, as if to get a better look at him, but you didn't meet his eyes, "Yes, something's different. Did you expect everything to be exactly the way you left it months ago?"

"No, I just," he ran his fingers through his hair, and you could tell he was choosing his words carefully, "I wish you cared more."

'Fuck,' it was like being punched in the gut. Tom meant the absolute world to you and for him to think you didn't care? It broke your heart.

"I care, Tom," you practically whispered, your voice full of sadness.

He didn't say a word, nodding instead, as if he wasn't convinced.

You sat in silence, for what felt like forever, just staring at everywhere but each other before Tom finally said something.

"Do you remember when you, Haz, Z, and I would get super drunk and stay up all night playing Mario Kart?"

You smiled, for a second you could almost imagine the four of you sitting on the couch, yelling and laughing, having the time of your lives, "As if I could ever forget, even drunk I could kick all of your asses.”

"That’s because you would always cheat!"

"I would not!"

Tom jokingly rolled his eyes, and for a moment the tension was gone. You were back to normal, all of your fears and worries ceased to exist. It was like you’d gone back to a time where things were simpler.

The illusion came crashing down the second you softly and very sadly said, "I miss those days."

Tom almost wanted to agree with you, to continue to remicine the past with you and go back to the feeling of ease the two of you had just seconds ago. Instead he asked, "What are we going to do?"

You didn't meet his eyes, "I don't know."

“I think I should stop working for a while, take some time off.”

For a moment, a part of you considered what that would mean. Tom would be home more often, you could actually see him, spend time with him. That was the same part of you that wanted to beg him to stay every time he had to leave. It was begging you to encourage him, telling you it’d be the perfect opportunity to rekindle your relationship.

Another part of you knew better though. It’d be selfish to ask Tom to flush all his hard work down the drain for you. You weren’t worth his career.

“No, absolutely not,” letting the latter side fuel you, “Babe, you can’t just stop working.”

“Why not?”

"You've worked so hard, I’m not going to let you throw that away for me."

'I'm not worth it,' is what your mind was practically yelling at him. You truly believed you weren't. You were just one person, how could you compare to the years of work and effort he'd put into his career?

"Do you love me?"

The question almost caught you off guard, of course you loved him, a lack of love for the man standing in front of you was definitely not the problem.

"More than anything."

"Then, please, angel, let me do this."

Tom had a look in eyes, one full of determination and you knew he had already made up his mind, but you couldn't help feeling like you had to convince him otherwise.

"Acting is your dream, Tom."

“No, you and I,” he motioned between the two of you, tears starting to well up in his eyes, “together. That’s my dream.”

"I don't want to lose you."

"Hey," you grabbed his face gently, using your thumbs to caress his face soothingly, wiping his tears away, "I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not ready, baby, I'm not,” he choked on a sob, heavy tears falling freely down his face now.

You didn't say anything, you just wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight against your chest. You hoped your actions spoke the words you wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. You loved Tom more than anything and seeing him hurting, seeing your relationship fail first hand was killing you.

You started crying as the full extent of the situation finally hit you. Your relationship was failing. It was failing and you didn’t know what to do or how to fix it.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, like there was something heavy, crushing you. You were glad to have Tom there, his presence the only comfort you had at the moment.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that in each other’s arms, your sobs eventually turning to soft cries before stopping all together, finally letting you catch your breath.

Tom untangled himself from you, his puffy eyes meeting yours, "Can we go back to bed?"

"Of course, Tommy."

You wiped the remaining tears off his face, then the ones on your own, before grabbing his hand and gently leading him back to your room, back to your bed, back to where he belonged.

You climbed in right after him, immediately settling into your designated spot in his arms, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. It was almost normal.

Silence engulfed you immediately, leaving only the sound of your soft breaths and the loud rain outside.

There was so much you wanted to say, but you were scared. Everything was falling apart right in front of your eyes and the thought of admitting it terrified you. Almost as much as the thought of losing Tom all together.

But you knew that if you didn’t speak up now, there might not be another opportunity to. There might not be a relationship left to save.

So, you worked up the courage to lace your fingers through his, holding onto him tightly because in some ways your life did depend on it and you whispered, "I'm not ready to wake up either."

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kpophours · 4 years

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One Love || part IV

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing

➵ word count: 3.4k

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The day was passing way too quickly for your liking, and when you finally left your department building that evening - already too late for the movie night -, you hadn't even managed to finish your last edit on the research paper Inseong wanted to publish soon.

You hurriedly left the campus, almost running towards your car. When you started the motor, your phone began to vibrate - Dawon’s caller ID showing up on screen. You quickly answered: "Hey Dawon."

"Where are you? Are you lost again?!", he asked without greeting you back, and you huffed. "I'm not! I only just got out of work, so I'm running a teeny tiny bit late - I'm sorry!", you apologized, but the man on the other end of the phone just laughed. "Well, you’ll just have to stay longer tonight, then - to make up for the lost time."

You rolled your eyes, but had to grin nevertheless. "I will, I promise. I'll just go by my apartment real quick to change into comfy clothes and then I'll drive over, okay?"

"Perfect! Please don't get lost again."

At that, you simply hung up on him and carefully navigated out of your parking spot, speeding away.

Half an hour later, you were already driving towards the farmhouse. You had managed to find it without any problems this time, and parked directly in front of it. You quickly got out of the car, grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat and followed the path towards the porch and front door. At home, you had quickly changed into comfortable clothing, so now you were wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized knitted jumper, some fluffy socks in your bag to put on later. You had also bought some snacks for the movie night - salted tortilla chips and double chocolate chip cookies.

When you rang the doorbell, you were greeted by Zuho who immediately opened the door, surprising you. "Were you... waiting for me?", you asked, a bit baffled, before entering, letting him pull you into his arms for a short hug. The handsome man grinned. "Yes, Dawon didn't want us to waste any second."

You just laughed at that, kicking off your shoes and jacket and following the tall man into the living room. Dawon had transformed it into an even cozier place for tonight: fluffy throws, a somewhat ridiculous amount of pillows as well as some mattresses where all placed in front of the giant tv screen mounted to the wall. "YOU'RE HERE!", Dawon immediately yelled upon spotting you, jumping up from one of the mattresses and running over to you, hugging you enthusiastically. You laughed, returning his hug. "Hello, Dawon. Sorry I'm late - I brought snacks though.", you said playfully, shoving said snacks into his arms. "Ohhh, you're forgiven - double chocolate chip cookies, my favorites!" His eyes shone while he walked back towards the couch where Jaeyoon laid sprawled upon. He only lazily waved at you from his comfy looking place upon the many pillows, and you smiled at him. Just then, Rowoon entered the living room, hugging you as well and smiling cutely, showing off his dimples. "Found the way this time?", he asked playfully, and you rolled your eyes. "Great, I'll never hear the end of this...", you murmured, only half-serious, making the others laugh.

"Nope, never!", Dawon shouted, already munching on a cookie. You fell down beside him, quickly putting on your fluffy socks - white with little pink hearts on them. Dawon eyed them with raised eyebrows. "Jealous?", you asked teasingly and he nodded.

"Immensely."

You giggled and grabbed for the cookie he had just taken from the box. "Hey!", he protested, and you grinned widely.

"Sharing is caring." With that, you shoved the whole cookie into your mouth, beaming. Dawon immediately began to tickle your sides, which caused you to laugh and then choke on the cookie. After your coughing fit didn't stop for some seconds, Dawon looked slightly alarmed, beginning to gently smack your back in the hope of freeing your windpipe again. Thanks to that, you were finally able to breathe again, but tears had filled your eyes from almost suffocating. You just looked accusingly at Dawon, still unable to talk.

"I'M SORRY!", he immediately shouted, somewhat panicked.

"Great, we have her over for only the second time ever and you almost manage to kill her off. Good job, Dawon.", Zuho commented, gazing at the older man in an amused manner and gently flicking a finger against his head. "Hey! That hurt.", the other man complained, rubbing the sore spot on his forehead and stealing another glance at you - who was still slightly red in the face, but had finally calmed down a bit.

"Sorry.", he mumbled again, and you smiled at him. "It's okay. But I sure as hell won't be stealing another cookie from you in the near future." He laughed at that. "Good."

Thanks to his wolf's hearing, Youngbin had known you’d arrived the second you had parked your car in front of the house. He had also heard you greet his pack members as well as your bickering with Dawon and your coughing fit. He wanted to go downstairs and greet you as well, but he was nervous - what if the others noticed you were his mate?

Jaeyoon and Dawon weren't known as the... subtile kind of people, so if they found out about this, they'd probably start giving hints or making inappropriate jokes and innuendos. Zuho and Rowoon wouldn't to anything like that - both were way too thoughtful for that. But Zuho was also very perceptive, so if one of the others would find out... it would definitely be him.

Youngbin sighed deeply, lost in thought, and looked at himself in the mirror mounted to the wall beside his door. He was wearing black joggers and a tight long-arm shirt - comfy clothes for a relaxed evening in front of the tv. Still, he couldn't bring himself to leave his room and go downstairs to join you just yet - even though his wolf was purring inside him, demanding to see his mate who was SO close to him.

"YOUNGBIN!"

He sighed even deeper this time.

"KIM YOUNGBIN!" That was Dawon, of course. "WE WILL START WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!"

"Do it without me then.", he murmured and ruffled his hair, slightly exasperated.

"Y/N MISSES YOU ALREADY!"

At that, he stopped mid-gesture, heart beating way too fast inside his chest.

"DAWON!" That had been your voice, sounding rather squeaky and shocked. Youngbin couldn't help but smile, chuckling to himself at your obvious embarrassment.

Meanwhile, you - still sitting downstairs in the living room beside Dawon - were mortified.

"What? You just asked for him!", the cheeky man just said, looking smug, and continued to munch on another cookie.

"I- yes, b-but...", you began to stammer, but Dawon immediately interrupted your rambling: "No but! Apparently, you seem to miss him - why would you ask for him otherwise?”

"I- just... I mean, he said he would join our movie night! I just wanted to know where he is... because he's not here... and I thought that maybe he went out or something like that...", you murmured, feeling your cheeks grow hot.

"I'm not out, don't worry. Tadaa, here am I.", that was Youngbin’s voice, sounded rather amused. You looked up, feeling his burning gaze on you when you saw him standing in the doorway of the living room. Your cheeks were definitely red by now, you were sure of it. "Well, obviously.", you answered, trying not to sound or seem too affected by him: did his shirt HAVE to be that tight?!

He grinned at you and plopped down onto the mattress beside you, shifting around until he sat comfortably. His leg brushed against yours, and you felt your breath hitch a little, but you stared stubbornly at the tv screen in front of you, determined to ignore him.

"Sooo... Now that we’re all here - what movie do we want to watch first?", Jaeyoon finally asked, absentmindedly sorting through the dvd collection. "Black Panther!", Dawon immediately yelled, his loud shout making you jump. Youngbin beside you grinned, and you shoved him playfully. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I wouldn't even dream of it.", he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. You stuck out your tongue at him and quickly looked back at Jaeyoon again. "Any Marvel movie sounds good to me.", you finally said diplomatically, "Except for the old Spiderman ones. Those ones are way too cringy - especially the third one."

Zuho nodded in agreement. "I'm against those ones as well. How about Lord of the Rings though?"

"I just watched all of those last weekend. But I love them, so any of those would be fine with me.", you said. "Harry Potter?", Rowoon proposed, and before you could happily exclaim your approval, Dawon interfered: "Nah, we always watch those during our movie nights. How about Star Wars?"

You continued to argue for almost fifteen minutes before finally settling on Black Panther, Dawon’s first suggestion. You quickly snatched one of the fluffy throws before the boys began to fight over the rest of the blankets, happily cocooning yourself into the duvet. Youngbin beside you was the only one not trying to get one of the comfy throws, and you looked at him, a silent question on your face. He just shrugged. "I don't want to fight with them.", he explained quietly, and you smiled at him, offering to share your blanket. At first, he looked a bit taken aback by your offer, but began to smile after a few seconds. "Thanks." With that, he quickly scooted closer, slipping under the blanket as well. Your heart began to race at his close proximity, but you tried to seem unaffected by him. Youngbin could almost feel your nervousness, which was pretty much mirroring his own state of mind.

You didn't manage to concentrate on the movie the whole time - you were way too occupied with Youngbin sitting directly beside you. You were almost cuddling, sitting so close to each other. After a while, you grabbed the edges of the throw and pulled it up and over your shoulders, now completely covered by the blanket.

"Are you cold?", Youngbin murmured quietly so only you were able to hear him. You shrugged. "Not really, but it's cozier like this.", you whispered, not looking at him. "Mhm.", he gazed at you from the corner of his eye and pulled the the blanket higher as well. After a few more minutes had passed, you felt the lightest of touches on your wrist. Your heart stopped for a second before sputtering to life again and pumping way too much blood through your whole body. Your sharp intake of breath was thankfully drowned out by the loud sounds of the movie. You finally moved your hand a bit and it easily slipped into Youngbin’s bigger one, your fingers interlacing. You couldn't suppress the small smile playing on your lips and out of the corner of your eye, your saw it mirrored on Youngbin’s face as well. You stayed like this for the rest of the movie, Youngbin’s thumb tracing light patterns on the back of your hand. Your pulse was still too fast, he could feel it thanks to your hands being pressed together - but it only mirrored his own heartbeat. It took him every ounce of strength to not simply wrap both arms around you and pull you onto his lap - he only held back due to his younger brothers being in the same room as you two.

After Black Panther ended, Dawon jumped up from his many throws and pillows, running towards the dvd collection. "And now?", he looked at the others, raising one eyebrow when he saw you and Youngbin huddled together under one blanket, looking very cozy with each other. It was only thanks to Rowoon’s warning gaze that he didn't say anything - yet.

"Deadpool?", Jaeyoon proposed, grinning widely. Dawon groaned. "Your obsession with that movie is getting out of hand, Jae!"

"Hey! That's not true - but it’s just... so good!"

The other man just grumbled something inaudible and gazed at you. "What do you want to watch?"

You raised both eyebrows, shifting a bit in your place. "Uh... Deadpool's fine with me?", you answered diplomatically, earning yourself a radiant smile from Jaeyoon. "Same goes for me.", Youngbin nodded in agreement, quickly followed by Rowoon and Zuho. "Mhm, fine.", Dawon mumbled defeated, putting the dvd into the player and quickly snuggling back under his blankets.

Rowoon, Jaeyoon and Dawon all fell asleep during the third movie. Your own eyes got heavier and heavier with very passing minute too, until your head finally dropped down on Youngbin’s shoulder. He inhaled sharply, looking down at you, not even realizing that Zuho was observing him. He smiled softly at you - his mate -, burying his nose in your soft hair and inhaling deeply. You smelled fresh and sweet and just like… home, in a way.

You mumbled something inaudible before shifting a bit and burying your face in the crook of Youngbin’s neck. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he finally wrapped his arms around you. "Mhmm.", you made, eyes still closed, but your arms wrapped around his torso as well. It was only then that Youngbin noticed Zuho observing him. "Is she your mate?", the younger man asked, his gaze steady. Youngbin froze for a few seconds before he finally nodded.

"That’s what I thought. Does anyone else know?", Zuho inquired further, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't think so. I just… didn't know how to tell you guys...", Youngbin murmured.

The other man sighed. "Well, I get it. Just... don't let too much time pass. Tell Inseong, at least - he deserves to know."

Youngbin closed his eyes for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, you're right - it just... never seemed to be the right time so far."

Zuho tilted his head to one side, observing his alpha for a second. "He will understand. It's not as if he’ll be able to say anything against it."

"I know, but I still feel bad after... well, you know what happened." Youngbin looked defeated, but Zuho just shook his head. "The past is the past, Youngbin, you can’t change it anymore. You have to try and forgive yourself - so that you can have a brighter future with your mate."

"I know. I will try. I just need some more time to figure everything out. Could you-"

"I won't tell."

Youngbin smiled at his younger brother. "Thank you. We... we're going on a date tomorrow. After that, I will tell Inseong and maybe the others too."

Zuho grinned. "She's already fallen for you, so don't worry too much."

Youngbin raised his eyebrows. "And how do you know that?"

"I'm the proud owner of a perfectly working pair of eyes. Everyone who's only a little observant can see how she looks at you. And by the way - you're not even half as good an actor as you think.", Zuho said, amused, making his alpha groan.

"So, maybe you're not the only one who has noticed...?"

"Nope. Pretty sure Inseong already knows what's up too - and Rowoon, Hwiyoung as well, maybe."

"Well, great...", Youngbin murmured, immediately looking down at you when you shifted in his arms, making a small whimpering sound in the back of your throat, hands fisting into his shirt.

"Hey, Y/N.", he whispered, shaking you gently, "You're just dreaming. You’re safe."

"Nooo...", you whined again, eyes moving fast behind your closed eyelids. Youngbin shook you again, this time really trying to wake you up. "Y/N, you're having a nightmare - wake up.", he said, a bit louder this time. You finally opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings in mild panic. "W- what happened?", you murmured, still not completely awake yet.

"You had a nightmare.", Youngbin explained softly.

"Oh... I'm sorry.", you whispered, ducking your head in slight embarrassment.

"Don't apologize! What... what did you dream of? Are you okay?"

Your heart began to flutter when you realized that Youngbin’s arms were protectively wrapped around you - and that he was gazing at you with soft, understanding eyes, his face only inches away from yours. "It... it doesn't matter.", you whispered, still holding onto his shirt with both hands. "You can tell me.", he murmured, his eyes darting to your lips, before he looked into your eyes again.

You just smiled. "I know. But not tonight, okay?"

He simply nodded - and in that moment, Dawon groaned and rose from his many pillows, dark hair sticking out in different directions. You and Youngbin immediately separated, bringing some distance between your bodies. "What time is it?", Dawon asked, tiredly rubbing his eyes. "A bit after three in the morning.", Zuho answered, making you jump - you had completely forgotten about him, as he was sitting on the sofa behind you. "That late already?", you gasped, throwing the blanket from you, "I need to get home!" Dawon looked at you in a slightly incredulous manner. "Are you serious? It's way too late for you to be driving! You're staying the night.", he said, shaking his head at your protest, "And that's not debatable."

You helplessly looked at Youngbin, but he just shrugged. "I agree with Dawon. We don't want anything to happen to you - and we have more than enough rooms for you to stay in."

"I... I don't even have pj's with me! Or a toothbrush!", you said, already sounding defeated though. Youngbin grinned. "We can provide, don't worry."

"Well... alright then?", you finally agreed.

"Yay! A sleepover!", Dawon yelled, managing to wake Jaeyoon and Rowoon with the noise.

"Hey, what's going on?", Jaeyoon asked groggily, looking around in a confused manner. "Y/N’s staying the night.", Dawon declared happily, already jumping up. "I'll get you some pj's from me and show you your room."

"No, I'll do that.", Youngbin intercepted immediately, the wolf in him growling at the prospect of seeing his mate in Dawon’s clothes. "I- what?", the younger man looked taken aback, eyes big and round in his face. "Just let it go, Dawon.", Zuho said, poking the other man with his naked foot. "Hey! That's not very sanitary!", the latter one complained, throwing a pillow at Zuho.

"Oh lord, let's move - this will not end well.", Youngbin murmured, hurriedly pulling you with him out of the living room. He didn't let go of your hand even when you had already left the room - he just pulled you with him up to the second floor, pointing at one of the many doors. "That's one of the bathroom, it's mostly used by the other guy's mate- uh, girlfriends. There are fresh toothbrushes under the sink as well as towels, wash cloths and so on. And this will be your room for the night." With that, he opened another door, leading to a small yet cozy room with a single bed, an almost overflowing bookcase and an old rocking chair. "I'll bring something for you to wear to bed.", Youngbin said, smiling softly and disappearing into a room a bit further down the floor.

You stepped into your room for the night, immediately walking towards the bookshelf and looking at the many books. You knew some of the titles, but not all of them - some of them were in different languages, Latin and Greek, some even seemed to be Japanese, Korean and Chinese.

"Here you go."

You jumped when you heard Youngbin’s voice behind you, not having realized that he had entered the room again. You turned around and took the dark clothes he held out towards you. "Thank you. I... we are still on for tomorrow, right?", you asked, somewhat shyly all of the sudden. Youngbin leaned against the doorframe and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Definitely. I’ve been looking forward to this the whole week."

You immediately beamed up at him. "Me too."

"Well, then... sweet dreams. If you need anything - my room is the last one at the end of the floor, on the right side.", he murmured softly, one hand reaching for the doorknob.

You flushed at the idea of going to his room while he was sleeping, but nodded nevertheless. "Thank you - you sleep well too." He winked at you and finally closed the door behind him.

After recovering from his wink, you quickly changed into Youngbin’s clothes - a pair of dark shorts that reached past your knees as well as a big, comfy shirt. Both smelled of laundry detergent, but also a bit of him. You’d never admit to having buried your nose into the shirt - even though it definitely did happened. After quickly removing your make-up and brushing your teeth, you slipped between the unfamiliar covers of the single bed, closing your eyes.

Just seconds later, you were already fast asleep again - no nightmares haunting you this time.

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lovemychoices · 4 years

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Always Be My Driver - A RoD Rom-Com [Colt x MC/Logan x MC]. CH 6

Book : RIDE OR DIE

PAIRING : Colt x MC/ Logan x MC

SUMMARY: Emma and Colt have been childhood best friends since forever, they were both inseparable. In middle school they became something more but when Colt had to move with his mom away from LA all the way to Miami, things started to change between them. A small misunderstanding leads to the end of their relationship. 6 years later they meet again at the most unlikely place. Will Emma and Colt be able to mend what has been broken between them? Or will it continue to crash and burn?

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2207

Chapter Summary: Colt and Emma spend the day together.

A/N : short chapter & Excuse my grammatical mistakes. Does the more function on mobile even work?

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are above 18.

Catch up with the series HERE

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“Get up it’s almost noon!” Mona belts, opening the curtains of the loft letting the bright sunlight hit Emma’s face.

“No! Leave me alone.. I want to wallow in sorrow from the comforts of my bed.” Emma whined, covering her face with a pillow. It was the day after Logan told her they should go on a break. Code for we should break up.

“God, this is the most depressing thing I’ve ever seen.. And I’ve been to prison.” Mona mumbles and plops herself on the bed next to Emma. “Look, technically you’re on a break which could be good thing.”

Emma turns on her side to face Mona. “How can this be a good thing?”

“Because now you actually have some space and time to think about what you actually want.” She grinned, Emma just stares at her with a blank expression, making Mona roll her eyes. “Look ever since Colt showed up you’ve been caught between your feelings for him and Logan.” Emma is about to say something but Mona raises her hand and shushes her. “Before you deny anything please remember who you’re talking to.”

“Does it even matter now? Colt’s spending the whole week with some pretty girl who is so into him and he’s probably into her too. He even took her to our favorite ice cream parlor!”

Mona snorts. "Didn't take you for a quitter?"

“I’m not a quitter.” She protests then gets out of bed, pacing back and forth on the hardwood floors making a creek sound. “It’s just.. I don’t know where Colt stands in regards to what his feelings are for me. I mean one night he tells me how bad he wants to kiss and the next night he acts like he couldn’t care less.”

An alarm on Emma’s phone goes off and she heads to the nightstand to check the notifications. Shit I totally forgot about this. A few months ago Emma’s favorite cousin called her up and told her she was getting married during the summer in San Francisco, when she asked about the RSVP Emma told her that she would be going with a plus one. The plan was that Logan and her were going to drive together Friday morning in time for the rehearsal dinner but that was before they broke up.

“Em? Is everything alright?” Mona quirks an eyebrow.

Emma snaps out of her thoughts. “Yea, Totally. So, Mona any chance you want to attend a wedding in San Francisco this weekend with me?”

Mona snorts out a laugh. “No thanks I have other plans, you’re not the only one with a love life you know.”

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?”

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I don’t go on dates. Also if you’re thinking about dragging Ximena or Toby along you won’t have any luck there either.”

Emma heaves out a frustrated sigh and plops herself back on the bed. “So now I need to drive 5 hours alone and attend a wedding alone like some loser.”

“You know there is someone else you could ask who would go with you.” Mona gives Emma a knowing look. “You know someone handsome with dark hair, likes to brood by himself, drives a really cool white sport bike.”

Emma scoffs. “Yeah.. Except you forgot that someone happens to be occupied the whole week with some petite brunette named Jean.”

“Haha… You know you’re cute when your jealous? But I think that Colt would turn down a date with 100 pretty brunette’s named Jean just so he could be with you.” Mona gives a sincere smile which rarely happens. “I need to head out for a job. Just do me a favour, take a shower before you start to reek."

"Fine!" She answers, throwing her hand up in the air before heanding for the bathroom.

Half an hour later…

After a long cold shower, Emma walks out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her damp hair when she hears a soft knock on the door. I thought Mona left already? She opens the door and to her surprise, sees Colt standing on the other side. "Can I come in?" He asked with a serious expression on his face.

She gives him a skeptical look before eventually nodding and motions for him to enter the room.

"What do you want?" She said in a flat tone with her arms crossed.

His eyes wandered from her face down her chest then back to her face again. "I uh.. Your car’s park in the garage but didn't see you all day, thought maybe I’d check up on you. I wanted to see if you were okay?”

Emma scoffs. "Suddenly you care so much?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'll always care about you Emma, you know that right? If something is bothering you, you can always talk to me." He replies and she could see how sincere he was. Great now I feel bad for being a jerk. "I had some stuff going on, I wasn't really in the mood to do anything this morning."

"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" A sudden loud growling sound comes out Emma’s direction. Her face turns pink, she wraps her arms around her stomach. “Have you eaten anything since this morning?”

“Obviously not.”

“Get dressed, we’re going out to grab something to eat. I’m driving.” He smiles and whirls on his heels towards the door, stopping at the threshold, looking over his shoulder. “Wear something appropriate, no dresses or skirts.”

A little while later…

Emma heads down to the garage to meet Colt, she sees him leaning against his motorcycle arms folded. A grin appears on his face as he watches her saunter over. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah well, you don’t get to look like this without putting in any effort.”

Colt rolls his eyes. “Here, this is for you.” He says and hands her a black coloured helmet, she raises her eyebrow at him. “What’s this for? Aren’t we taking a car?”

Colt scoff. “At this hour? You know how bad the traffic is in LA right?” Emma bites her lower lip, she’d hate to admit it but she’s never ridden on a motorcycle before. “You haven’t ridden one of these before have you?” Emma shakes her head as a reply that she’s never rode a motorcycle.

Colt snorts out a laugh. “Emma.. Emma… Emma.. you’re really missing out. So what do you say?” He gestures at the helmet on his hand giving her a challenging look. “Or are you too chicken?”

Did he just call me a chicken? “Alright fine!” She forcefully grabs the helmet out from Colts hand. “And don’t think for one second that you’re slowling down on this thing. I want full speed or no speed at all.”

“Yes ma’am” he gives an exaggerated salute before hopping on to his bike, Emma sitting behind him. Colt starts revving the throttle of his bike while waiting for the garage door to open. “Hold on tight sweetheart, we’re going on one hell of a ride.”

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A little while later after maneuvering through the bustling city traffic of LA, the two finally reach a familiar spot.

Emma hopped off the bike and opens up her helmet, slowly taking in the sight. A low shrug escaped her and Colt notices. “What not fancy enough for you?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just that I haven’t been here in like almost forever.”

“Well same here, I hope their hotdogs are still as good though. Common all that riding around worked up an appetite.” The two stopped at a nearby food cart and Colt orders a couple of hotdogs after that they continue walking towards the pier. They lean against the wooden rail and enjoy every bite of their food while silently taking in the view of the ocean.

“So.. where’s Jean?” She tries not to grimace as she said the name. “Aren’t you like supposed to be her personal tour guide around LA or something?”

Colt thought back to the night before after the movies and during his time with Jean at the ice cream shop.

“Omg.. This is literally the best handmade ice cream I’ve tasted so far!” Jean beams as she takes another scoop and stuffed it in her mouth. Colt chuckled. “What did I tell ya, Barry beats any big ice cream franchise by a 100 miles. I used to come here a lot with Emma when we were kids.”

Jean gave Colt knowing look when he mentions her name and clears her throat “So how long have you been in love with her?”

Colt slightly chokes on his ice cream. “What do you mean how long have I been in love with her? I’m not in love with..” “Colt it’s fine, I saw the way you looked at her when we were at the movies and the way your face lights up everytime you say her name. Which by the way is a very rare thing to happen for Colt Kaneko.” She grinned and it made Colt slightly blush. “So what’s the scoop? Pun intended.”

Colt snort then heaves a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “You want the whole story?” She nodded excitedly. “Alright where do I begin.” Colt told Jean everything from how they were when they were kids to their first kiss and when they broke up. “Did the two of you ever talk about it? The whole time you were here?”

“Why should we it’s in the past we’ve both moved on, she dating Logan.” He grimaced as he mentioned the name. “Does she know you still have feelings for her?.”

“Like I said she has a boyfriend. I go back to MIT in Boston after the summer ends, what’s the point?”

“So you should still tell her how you feel. What she decides after that is up to her but she at least deserves to know the truth. It’s okay to make yourself feel vulnerable sometimes Colt, when it’s with the right person.”

Colt let her words sink in for a moment. “I’ll think about it but no promises.”

“That’s good enough for me.” She chuckled. “Hey so about this week you don’t have to like be my tour guide or anything. I actually made plans with someone else.”

“Ouch!” He exaggeratedly pressed his hands to his chest. “Did I just get ditched? You hurt me Jean, you know that?”

Jean chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”

“She had other plans. We’re cool.” He answers and take one last bite of his hotdog. “I’d better get you back to the garage before pretty boy finds you missing and gets all worried.”

Emma shrugs. “I don’t think there is anything to worry about.” Colt gives her a questioning look. “Is everything okay?”

“We sort of broke up, last night. It was sort of my fault. I don’t really want to talk about it.” Only because it involved you.

Colt rubbed the back of his head. “Well good riddance.”

“Colt!”

“What? I’m just saying Em, you’re too good for him. You deserve better. I know I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it again.” He said with a sincere look on his face. “You deserve to be with someone who can give you a family and that house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. Just like you always wanted when we were kids.”

He remembered? “Colt, that’s not who I am anymore.” She replies but her expression was unconvincing. Of course that was what she still wanted, the garage was only a temporary arrangement for her to pay for her college expenses. But she never really talked to Logan about what comes after she’s done with college, does he plan on being a car thief for the rest of his life? “How do you even remember all of that? It’s been years.”

“I remember everything about you Emma Park. You’re not really an easy person to forget.” He smiled at her and it felt warm and genuine. “Okay Mr. Flatterer, what's going on with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s.. It’s nothing just forget about it.” She waves him off and takes one last bite of her hotdog. Maybe since he is in such a good mood, this might be the right time to ask him. “So uh.. I need a small favor from you.” He raised an eyebrow at her giving a curious look. “There’s this thing coming up this weekend. You know my cousin Amanda?”

“The one who used to babysit us when we were kids?”

“Yup the very same, well she’s getting married this weekend and I RSVP six months ago that I would be going with a plus one but then the whole thing with Logan happened so now I don’t have a plus one and that sucks because…”

“Sure I’ll go as your plus one.” He answers before she could finish her whole speech. “But I didn’t even finish talking yet.”

“Well wasn’t that what you’re going to ask me?” He raised his eyebrows and she nodded. “So you’ll do it? Just like that?”

“Sure, as long as you promise to introduce me to all the pretty hot bridesmaid that will be attending.” He grinned and Emma rolled her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

Emma thought for a moment does she really want to see other girls fond over Colt during their time there? “It’s a deal.”

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ripspaghet · 5 years

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bff | 02

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 |

→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,499

Prologue Summary; Your best friend's boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: none yet.

That cute guy from this morning is Mina's boyfriend?!

Your eyes go wide as you recall all the inappropriate thoughts you had during your first encounter. If Mina knew...Oh, god. You couldn't even bring yourself to think about it. You felt so shameful and you hadn't actually done anything. You can't control your mind. How were you to know that this guy was Mina's boyfriend?

"Uh, nice to meet you." You wave at him trying to contain your inner shame and embarrassment, although your only left hanging in the wind. The corner of your mouth twitches as you watch Yoongi shrugs, Mina, off as if she hadn't said anything to him, opting to complain lazily without even sparing you a glance.

“I'm tired babe, please.”

Unbelievable.

"Oh," Mina glances towards you nervously, but you're too lost in thought to pay her any mind.

At first glance this morning you'd thought this guy would be more of a timid person, just based off his looks, but now you were seeing an intimidating, cold cloud looming over this guy's head. Not to mention how rude he was being. He completely ignored you just now when Mina introduced you and he was leaning away from her slightly as if she had the plague or something. His eyes stared in the opposite direction of her with an irritated frown resting on his lips that never seemed to alter.

“We can leave now. I'll see you in class on Monday ____?”

Yoongi turns his gaze over to look at you as Mina speaks and your eyes finally meet, although you just happen to be glaring at him rather than just looking, so you're forced to quickly look away out of sheer embarrassment.

"Alright, see you."

“You're that girl from this morning.” Yoongi's sudden words catch both you and Mina by surprise. Mina freezes in place, while you turn your attention back to Yoongi and meet his intimidating gaze again. He's eyeing you curiously, but you hold eye contact despite the now anxious feeling coursing through you.

“Uh, yeah.”

Mina smiles but in a forced way that made it obvious what she was thinking. “Oh? You two already met?”

“Sort of, ” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and glances down towards Mina, “we bumped into each other by accident this morning after I stopped by.” His eyes flicker back to you, “Sorry about that, again. I was spacing out.” He lowered his head to you apologetically and you're suddenly taken aback by his change in behavior again.

“That's alright.” You nod, “I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either.”

Once he raises his head he stares at you blankly and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. What's this guy's deal all of a sudden?

“...Well, I should be getting home too. And it doesn't seem like Jimin is going to pop back up anytime soon.” You smile politely.

Mina tilts her head, “Isn't he your ride home?”

“Yeah, but I can just walk home. It's not too far.”

“We can give you a ride.”

You stop dead in your tracks as you'd been moving to get up from your seat. You meet Yoongi's intense stare again with surprise and it's rather obvious he hadn't taken his eyes off of you for even a second.

“Oh, ” You force another polite smile, “no, don't mind me. I'll be alright on my own.” You nod reassuringly at the couple. You wouldn't mind a ride with Mina, but this Yoongi guy? That was questionable.

“Are you sure? It wouldn't be a problem. Your place is on Yoongi's way home.” Mina was watching you closely. Almost accusingly watching your reactions and responses to Yoongi.

“I-”

“It's late and dangerous for a girl to walk home alone right now.” Yoongi interrupts you.

A nervous laugh bubbles up from your chest and you wave your hands in front of you. You knew all too well what Mina would think if you accepted his offer, despite what she's saying. “The walk isn't that far.” You take a step back away from them heading in the direction of the door, “I'll be fine. Trust me.” You give Yoongi a small thumbs up and start to turn away from him and Mina.

“You-”

“Goodnight to the lovely couple. I hope to see you around.” You wave at them.

You exhale a sigh of relief as the sounds of the city flood in through your open dorm window. The cool night air blows your hair back, strands flailing around freely. Your eyes are shut and your chin rests in your hands.

Lucky you, you'd made it home safely and managed to get here before your roommate. The walk here was quite honestly terrifying, seeing as it was a cloudy night and everything was pitch black except for the occasional street lamp. Anything could just run up at you and you wouldn't know until it was too late. Thank god you were safe now. Nothing could get you here. The sound of the doorknob jiggling startles you into opening your eyes. Maybe you jinxed yourself. You turn to face the door just as it swings open and a drunk brunette stumbles in.

“You're here?! Did you not hear me at the door? Why did you just sit there?!... God,” she shivers dramatically as she stumbles and pushes the door shut behind her, “why the hell do you have the window open?! It's freezing out there!” You cringe and scrunch up your face at her. Having turned off all the lights the girl across from you was unable to see your facial expression.

Out of all the students attending this university, it was just your luck to end up with one of the bitchiest ones. You're afraid she may burst one of your eardrums before this semester is over.

“Hm, late again I see.”

“Shut up.” You plop down in your seat next to Jimin whilst slamming your bag down on the table.

Jimin jumps a little out of shock, “Woah, you can't seriously be that mad at me for last night?”

Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, “It's not you I'm mad at. My freaking roommate locked me out of the dorm last night. I didn't get any sleep. Although, I should be mad at you.” You turn to glare at him. He was the reason you had to walk home in the cold dark where murderers and kidnappers could have been lurking around any corner. You could be dead right now and it would be all Jimin's fault.

Jimin frowns, “Damn, you weren't kidding about her.”

“Of course I wasn't kidding Jimin. Why the f-”

“Ok, chill out, don't take it out on me.” He puts his hands out in front of his chest.

You let your head fall into your hands and your face scrunches up. Your eyes burn from your lack of sleep and the strong urge to cry, “You deserve to be yelled at by me, don't kid yourself. I could be dead because of you.”

"Look who's being dramatic now."

You can hear the smirk on his lips and it only causes you more frustration, "You're a jerk."

"Finally, you see it. Maybe you'll dump him now." Mina slides out the chair beside you and sits.

Jimin sighs whilst glaring at Mina then placed a hand on your shoulder, “I'm sorry, okay? I got way too drunk. I won't do it again. How about I make it up to you? You crash at my place and you can have my bed so you can get some well-needed rest. I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Absolutely not.”

He rolls his eyes, “Your so argumentative when you're tired.”

"Honestly, Jimin what makes you think she'd take you up on that offer? Everyone knows you just want to bang her-"

“I swear if you don't-”

"Both of you shut up or I'm going to sit somewhere else."

“Ok, fine, but just accept my offer. You know I don't mind.” Jimin leans back in his seat as the professor walks in and the class falls silent.

"I know you don't mind. That's the problem you perv."

Birds chirp and whistle while the breeze in the air shakes the upper tree branches, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass. Your next class is in half an hour and you'd walked back to your dorm earlier in hopes of getting some much-needed sleep just to find out your keys were locked inside along with all your other belongings. So, here you are now laying on a bench in the courtyard watching fluffy clouds drift above you. Jimin offered you go to his place various times, but you continued to refuse. It just didn't feel right and it was only because you didn't want to burden Jimin, despite the insulting reasons you threw at him while in class.

You huff and let your lids flutter shut. A second of shut-eye wouldn't hurt.

Noises slowly fade away and your mind is soon left in silence. You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. You're asleep.

Lonesome.

Unbelievably lonesome, but so vividly whole.

Your heart surges within you at a well-known fear. No sound occupies this space. You're all alone here. Cast out from civilization and engulfed into a dark and terrifying reality that, for the most part, you refuse to accept outside of this world.

This place is empty. It always is, but this time...a light. Somewhere far off. A thin layer of water covers the surface below your bare feet. The sign of rain having recently passed through and the only thing making it noticeable being the cold feeling between your toes and the soft red light illuminating against ripples from somewhere in the distance. Where is that coming from? There's never light here.

Something cracks.

The sound of glass breaking echoed through the dark red hue of murkiness around you and a screeching alarm is heard almost immediately after, the sound being faint seeing as it is far from where you currently stand.

Something is wrong. Someone else is here.

Your feet move, patting against the wet floor and carrying you in the direction of the disturbance. Nothing here made any sense. Everything was always silent, dark, and the same. Something changing in this lonesome world was unorthodox.

Your ears ring with the sound of notes being played.

A piano.

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Do you normally sleep in public places like this?” Your entire body jolts awake at the feeling of someone flicking your cheek.

“What in the-” Your vision blurs with drowsiness.

“There are creeps everywhere. You're just asking for trouble when you lay around like this.”

“Oh,” You rub the sleep from your eyes, “Yoongi?”

He looks away from you, boredom plain on his features. His hair is less of a mess than the first time you'd seen him on campus and he looked less irritated too.

“Don't you have a class or something?”

"Uh," You fumble to pull your phone out of your pocket and check the time. You still had a few minutes to waste, "in a little bit. I didn't get much sleep last night so I guess I just dozed off. What are you up to?”

“I was just stopping by to see Mina.”

You look up at him in confusion, “You don't go here?”

“No, I graduated last year.”

“Oh, I didn't know you were so much older than Mina.” You gape at him in surprise. Mina is only a sophomore. She's even younger than you. You're a senior.

"I get that a lot."

You watch him as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, watching as other students rush to their own classes disturbing nearby birds hopping around in search of food. Why would someone his age date someone so young? Who's still in school for that matter? Judging, by the way, he's dressed he makes a good amount of money, so surely he has a full-time job that pays well. How would the two of them even find time for each other?

"What do you do?" You blurt out the question without thinking and yoongi moves his gaze back to you and falls silent for a moment. He seems to be trying to read you like a book.

“I produce music.”

“Music?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shift away from you again.

“Ah, that makes sense.” He must make a lot of money and meet a lot of people. All of that would result in him being very busy all the time...but, Mina said he used to go out of his way to make time for her...so, it can't be work. Something else is going on.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” You shake your head, “you just look like someone who would be really into music.”

“Hm, ”

“Well, it was cool seeing you again. I should get to class now. It's good to be early so I can get a good seat.” You nod towards him. Why are you even trying to deduce what's going on with him? That's Mina's business. You shouldn't be acting so nosy. Mina wouldn't like it. Hell, Mina wouldn't like the fact that you've run into him again. She's so incredibly possessive when it comes to boyfriends. You were surprised that she didn't try to kill you yesterday. God knows she would've if the two of you were still in middle school. She almost took your ring finger clean off just because her boyfriend at the time was assigned to be your lab partner for a month.

“Yeah, ” He nods as you begin to turn to leave, “Oh, wait.”

You turn to look back at him, “Yeah?”

He stares at you for a good minute, inwardly debating whether to speak up or not, “Umm, never mind. Sorry, see you around.”

“Actually, can I ask you something else?" Yoongi stops and turns. It wouldn't hurt to see if you can get a little information out of him. Just to make sure he's not cheating on Mina. She'll thank you in the long run if it turns out he is in fact cheating.

"Yeah?"

"How well you know Mina?"

Yoongi's poster instantly turns tense at the mention of Mina and he breaks eye contact, "Well, she's my girlfriend. So, I'd say I know her well enough."

"Hm," This doesn't seem to be going well.

His eyes shift back to yours sharply as if he'd read your mind, "What's your point?"

"My point is can you even tell she's unhappy?" You snap back quickly, not appreciating his tone.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "I-"

"Because, if you can't, you don't know well enough."

"I know how she feels."

"Then fix it."

"I can't."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Why?"

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin and he laughs softly. You raise a questioning eyebrow and his smile still doesn't falter, "Mind your own business ____."

You blink up at slanted eyes and slim features with pursed lips.

Why is it always dark here? You can never fully see who surrounds you, only guess blindly. And what is so fearful in darkness anyways? Isn't seeing just as petrifying as not? You'd never understood the difference and yet here you stood submerged in darkness...and terrified of it.

What has brought on this fear?

Or maybe it wasn't the darkness you fear, but the feeling of impending doom that seeped into your skin and clawed at your insides.

“Go. Watch after your sister. Don't let her get hurt.” You nodded quickly despite the women in the driver's seat refusal to meet your eyes. You pull the small girl beside you out of the car.

It's time to go.

You could recall her hands being so small that they could easily slip from yours and back down to her side. And the tall evergreens behind the house always called her once she was free. She'd even told you once that the greenery whisper in her ear with the wind. So, you'd always have a good idea of where to look her if she vanished.

But there was no looking for her on that day because she hadn't just vanished. She had become something more than what she had been. One with that very same greenery, the voice that whispered in the wind.

And why is it…all of a sudden that man is here? And why him? Whoever he is, why do you hear his voice in the wind like you used to hers?

And again.

Glass shattering.

An alarm.

...the same melody playing softly on a piano.

“_____.”

Hm?

“Hey, wake up.”

Wait.

That voice. I know-

You jolt awake, a layer of sweat making your hair stick to your face in an unruly manner. The darkness around you is softly lit by an overcast stream of light shining in through a small crack in your curtains. Particles in the air can be seen floating in the stream of light and as you huff, they scatter around wildly.

Another nightmare, and, as always, you don't remember anything but the strange feeling it gave you, or... someone's presence. Who was it...

You bunch your blanket up in your arms, then gently push it aside before moving to dangle your legs off the side of your bed. The sudden lack of warmth causes goosebumps to rise on your skin and a shiver to run down your spine. It must be pretty cold out today. You stand up and grab your phone from your nightstand. Assuming the temperature dropped overnight you groan in anticipation of the frigid walk to class awaiting you. You rub your eyes and push your messy bed hair from your face then move the heavy brown curtains next to your bed aside. You raise your arms over your head and stretch your body out. You had a tendency of curling up into a ball while sleeping so when you woke you'd feel all twisted up.

"____!” Two bangs at the door startled you into whipping your head around, “Wake up! Please! Open the door!”

What the hell?

Your bare feet pat across your wood tiled floor and you slide on your slippers just before unlocking the door and pulling it open.

“What-”

“Ssh!” The boy quickly puts a hand over your mouth then pushes you back into your dorm room just before slamming the door shut behind him. He is still in his pajamas, his hair in a twisted mess atop his head, his brown eyes in a wide panic. Out of instinct, you raise your hand up and slap his arm. He flinches and jerks his hand away from your mouth.

“Ow, that actually hurt!” He rubs his arm in pain.

“What is all this about Jungkook?”

“I-” A loud bang erupts from the hallway outside your door and you shift your gaze to look past Jungkook.

“Oh, no,” Jungkook let out a quiet groan and runs his hand down his face, “she saw me.”

“Who-”

“Jungkook! Where did you go! Jungkook!” The voice comes from the hall as more banging is heard.

“I can't believe this,” Jungkook whispers shaking his head in what can only be described as pure fear. You frown up at the poor boy. Since you met this guy it always seemed that he was running. Seeing as how he came across as a really confident guy to girls because of the crowd he hung out, he attracted that same type of bold energy. The bad thing is that he is the exact opposite of the word bold when it comes to the opposite sex.

Unless given alcohol apparently.

“Jungkook, move.” You nudge his arm. Jungkook picks his head up to look at you just as the banging starts on your own door.

The boy also, for some reason unbeknownst to you, had a problem of attracting the most psychotic women ever.

“Please!” He whisper-yells, eyes wide and alert while shaking his head, “Don't open the door.”

“Move over.” You nudge him again, speaking calmly. He gulps, staring at you for a moment before quickly running for your closet.

You yank open your door as the girl starts to yell insults at Jungkook. Things such as, “You think just because you're handsome you can be so rude to me?! You're a cold-hearted no good-” Your eyes meet with hers, and you flash her a smile, “Oh, please, continue. I'd love to hear what you have to say about my sweet little brother at 7:00 in the morning, while everyone in the building is trying to sleep. I'd also love for you to continue banging on my door.” Jungkook still hadn't fully made it into your closet. He'd only manage to get one leg in before turning into ice behind you, staring in horror at the scene that was now unfolding.

“O-oh, I was-”

“Just leaving?” You finish the girl's sentence for her as she backs away from your door. She lowers her head to you respectfully, “Y-yes, I'll be going. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“Good, and stay away from my little brother from now on while you're at it, hm? You're going to traumatize him with these desperate attempts.” The girl's eyes nearly pop out of her head at your bold statement, “Have a nice day. Bye.” You give her another smile than shut the door in her face.

“Wha-”

You spin around nonchalantly towards Jungkook, “She would've just kept banging on doors. Also, if I didn't say I'm your sister she probably would've risen hell up from the depths of the earth.” You move Jungkook aside and begin sifting through your clothes, “I mean honestly Jungkook, how do you think this looks? You running to an older girl's dorm room to hide from another girl?”

“Oh…”

You grab a sweater and a pair of blue jeans, “You're gonna have insane rumors flying around about you if you don't be more careful.” When you turn around to face Jungkook he's turned away from you, trying to hide the harsh shade of crimson on his cheeks.

“S-sorry,”

“Hey, what's going on in that head of yours?" You pat him on the shoulder, "Don't be so tense. Go get dressed and let's get breakfast. I'm starving.”

“O-oh, yeah. I'll go do that.” Jungkook pointed at your door as he walked back towards it.

“Watch where you're-” His foot caught on something on the floor and he fell with a thud, “going.” You muttered the last part.

The rain coming down was more of a mist. Like small needles freezing your already red nose and nipping at your cheeks.

“Hurry up Jungkook!” You stomp as he slowly makes his way to you. You'd run ahead of him to escape the cold faster, but it did no good, seeing as Jungkook decided to take his sweet time.

“What's the hurry _______?” He watches you shiver as he approaches you with false innocence.

“Oh, don't even start with me.” You narrow your eyes at him. He laughs and soon picks up his pace as the two of you approach his class.

“You got that syrup all over me,”

“Me?? You're the one that was in my way.”

“You didn't need that much syrup.”

“Yes I-”

“_______! There you are!” You turned your head over to see a bright Jimin running over towards you, “You ditched me for this kid?” Jimin’s voice dropped to a deeper octave once he spotted Jungkook.

“Is that an inferiority complex I hear?” Jungkook cupped his ear toward Jimin.

“Hey!-”

“Anyways,” You roll your eyes at the two boys and begin walking, “bye Jungkook. Be sure to stay awake in class.”

“Yeah, don't fall asleep Kookie,” Jimin repeated in a condescending way.

“Jimin, shut up.” At the sound of your voice, Jimin finally started to follow after you, leaving Jungkook in peace.

“Who peed in your Cheerios this morning?”

“Ew, please don't put that image in my head.”

“Hm,” He looked away from you and up at the grey sky, “well, I see your actually up on time. I know I told you to meet me for breakfast, but I figured I'd just hope for the best when it comes to how you are in the mornings. I never thought you'd actually get up just to ditch me for some freshmen.” Jimin droned on dramatically, raising his voice an octave when he felt you weren't listening.

“I keep having strange dreams.” Jimin’s mouth clamped shut as he left his train of thought behind for a newfound interest.

“Oh?”

“I can't remember exactly what it was...but-”

“Isn't that normal for you?” Jimin rose an eyebrow, “Since when do you not have strange dreams?”

“Okay, yeah, but this one was about someone...Some guy. I can't remember his face or what was happening, but his voice-”

“Oh my! _______!” Jimin jumped with surprise as you turned a corner, “You had a sexy dream about someone!?”

“What?” You look at the yellow-haired boy as if he lost his mind, “We're not in high school Jimin.”

“What happened in the dream?” Jimin smirked at you like a 2nd grader and bumped his shoulder with yours suggestively.

“Are you brain dead?” You push Jimin a few inches away, “I said I don't remember what happened in the dream.”

Jimin sighed, losing interest, “That's boring.”

“Wow, sorry I couldn't entertain you.”

“I'm joking.” He laughs, “You have my undivided attention _______. Continue.”

“Right,” You wrap your fingers around the strap of your book bag, “his voice was familiar, and I'm sure I know him. I just can't put my finger on it.”

“Do you remember the feeling the dream gave you? Was the voice soothing? Or did it cause something more like stress?”

“I'd say both, but one more than the other.”

Jimin scoffed, “It must have been about me. There's no way you'd dream about any other man. You love me too much," He waved his finger at you then turned away to sigh dramatically, "and unrequited love can consume a person.”

“What unrequited love? And the only person dreaming about you, is you, idiot.”

“Just admit it _______. How could you not dream of me? It's not like any other guys talk to you. It's gotta be- OW!”

“I talk to tons of guys!”

“Little Kookie doesn't count.” Jimin pats your shoulder and lowers his voice again, “He's not a man.” He holds up his arm and flexes.

“Oh, but you are?” You reach up and pinch Jimin's bicep causing him to let out a high pitch scream.

“Hey! Why would you do that!” Jimin yelled over your laughter, “How would you feel if I pinched you!” He reaches for your arm but you dodge him and run.

“Yah! That's not fair!”

“You snooze you lose Chimchim!”

“Don't call me that!” He whined like a child after you.