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winchest09 · 4 years

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A Man’s Best Friend - Chapter One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (eventually) / Dog!Dean x Reader (platonic owner/pet kinda deal)

Universe: Canon. Set in the episode Dog Dean Afternoon (Season 9)

Rating: 15+ W/C: 4671

Warnings: swearing, lil angst, crack (?), lil fluff if you squint.

A/N: So...the new mini series is here! This was a request from the beautiful Dawnie. She chose the puppy square from my Ringo Challenge! I hope you all enjoy the adventure I’m about to take you all on! This has been so much fun to write.

Special thanks to this absolute babe @katehuntington for being my beta <3 You’re an absolute worldie and I love ya!

Love you all.

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——————————————– Chapter One ——————————————–

Well shit.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. It was meant to be an easy and quick get away, yet here he was, stuck in an alleyway. Dean was frustrated, his teeth baring as he tried to focus on how the hell he was going to get out of this predicament. He needed to get back to Sam, he needed his little brother to help him undo whatever the hell had been done to him.

It was a simple spell, one that should have allowed Dean to communicate with animals, that should have allowed him to have a conversation with the only witness of a crime that was his case. At first, the spell did the job it was intended to do. He was able to talk to all animals and got the information he needed, but on his way back to meet his brother, his stomach started to twist. He felt as though all his bones were being crushed then reformed, his skull splitting while his spine shortened. He wanted to scream yet the transformation didn’t allow it. He felt every crack, every snap and before he knew it, the spell had morphed him into a full grown American Pit Bull. Four big paws, a light brown nose and a long tail came tumbling out of his clothes that were now piled on the asphalt. Dean’s new heightened senses overwhelmed him and he found himself attempting to run back to the motel where his brother was residing, however he’d gotten lost in the alleys, unaware of which way to turn. When he frantically tried to get past a stack of empty boxes and garbage bags, he hadn’t seen the cluster of barbed wire. Before he knew it, he was tangled up in the torturous mess of sharp metal; the more he moved, the tighter it got.

To make matters worse, it was hammering down with rain. His fur was soaked through and paws cold from the growing puddle beneath him. Dean’s shivers were visible to passers by that looked straight past him, either oblivious or not wanting to risk their safety for a trapped dog. His throat was becoming sore from the wire and for the first time in a while, Dean was feeling hopeless.

Of all the ways I thought I'd go, this wasn't it, Dean thought as his green eyes stared hopelessly at the sidewalk not too far from him, a metal mesh fence being the only obstacle that blocked him from the public.

Feeling colder by the minute, Dean had started to whimper. He hadn’t got the energy to try to shout, or bark, in this case. All he could muster was soft, small cries as he stared through the mesh. He hoped his little brother would find him, he hoped that by some miracle he had realised that the spell had further effects than what they thought. His head began to hang low, his eyes now trained on his new reflection in the puddled water beneath as he felt his energy beginning to dwindle. He was starting to tune out the sounds around him, wanting to focus on his own thoughts instead of the nearby traffic.

It was then that a small yet bright light flickered over him. If he blinked, he would have missed it. He lazily lifted his head, allowing his nose to sniff the air slightly as he tried to work out what was happening. Through the darkness, he noticed a figure standing at the fencing, fingers wrapping through the holes in the wire as they tried their hardest to move it. The sound of the metal scraping along the sidewalk echoed down the empty alleyway before that small yet bright light came back to shine down on him. It blinded him slightly, a mixture of curiosity and panic rising from within him as he started to hear light footsteps edging closer towards him. It took a moment for him to focus but Dean was soon able to see who was approaching him. It was a woman.

He watched how her pace slowed, his eyes still trying to make out her features through the darkness, his nose tentatively sniffing at the air to try and work out who was in front of him. As she got closer still, Dean's worry grew. She could be anything; a demon, a shifter, a werewolf. His mind was spinning but he knew he didn’t want to be cornered, he didn’t want it to end like this; he had to fight. He bared his teeth and let out a low growl, all the while trying his hardest to pull at the barbed wire, the metal scratching into his fur and skin. It made him wince, the struggle becoming even more painful. It was then that he noticed her holding her hands up in surrender, the light in which she was using was coming from her phone which was wedged between her thumb and forefinger.

“Hey, hey, woah now,” she soothed, trying to calm him down as he panicked, the wire tightening even more around his neck. “It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt you,” she assured, her hands coming slowly towards his face.

You’re damn right you won’t, lady. I’ll bite your arm off. Dean felt the low growl rumble in the back of his throat, but this didn’t deter the woman in front of him, who was calmly approaching. She brought the light from her phone closer to Dean and he could only assume that she was assessing the situation.

“Has some cruel asshole left you here, huh? Or did you get yourself into this mess?” she asked him, getting close enough so he could see the rain dripping from the end of her nose.

Just undo me so I can find my brother, he thought, although his normal gruff voice came out a howl. He watched as she placed her phone down to the side, the light shining on the barbed wire wrapped around his neck, as her hands came to gently pat his head. He was hesitant, flinching slightly at the contact she was giving him.

“Come on, easy, easy,” she spoke calmly, her fingertips running over the wire that had rendered him immobile. Dean watched how she concentrated, how she analysed the situation before she made her move. Slowly but surely, he felt the wire loosen from around his neck, the pain subsiding as she lifted it over his head. Dean quickly moved out of the puddle as soon as he could, shaking his paws to try and get them dry. There’s nothing worse than wet feet.

“Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you out of this rain and get some food into you.” Her voice made Dean stop what he was doing and look at her. She was standing now, waiting with a soft smile as she gazed down at him with what appeared to be a makeshift leash in her hand. His mind questioned what would be the smarter thing to do here. Does he bolt? Or go with the woman who appeared to be offering him sanctuary? He needed to get back to his brother to sort this mess out but then he had no idea where he would even start. He needed to be logical about this, he needed time to think all of this through properly but standing here in the rain was making it difficult. If he accepted her offer, that rope leash would be around his neck and there would be no escaping her if it was a trap. But seeing her standing there, patiently waiting for him to come around in his own time, made Dean think that maybe she wasn’t a threat. Maybe she was just an innocent bystander that was willing to help a stray dog.

If only she knew the truth, he mentally scoffed to himself. Here goes nothing.

Taking a tentative step towards her, he sniffed the hand she offered him. With his new found sniffer, he would be able to smell sulfur from a mile away, however she smelled like honey and pecan; she smelt divine. Dean became calm, as if his senses were telling him that she was safe, that he wasn’t in any danger. Deciding to trust his gut, he slowly walked to her side which earned him a soft pat on the head before she slipped the leash over his head. Dean huffed, this is ridiculous.

He followed her cautiously out of the alley, scanning the area as best he could, just in case. When the woman got to the mesh railing, she stepped around it and waited for him to pass. He knew she was expecting him to struggle and attempt to run, but as he looked back up at her, her soft smile and relaxed features reassured him that she'd have no objection if he wanted to do just that. Another reason as to why Dean decided to trust her and allow her to help him. She opened her car door on the passenger side before gesturing for him to enter. Dean stared up for a moment, just taking in how much bigger everything seemed to him now before he decided to work up his energy to make the small jump needed to enter the vehicle. Once on the seat, he sat proud to ensure his body was as tall as he could possibly make it as she gently shut the door behind him. It wasn’t long till she joined him in the front, taking her place in the driver’s seat as she wiped her wet hair out of her eyes, drying her cheeks with the back of her coat sleeve. She turned to face him, gently offering her hand to pet his head in a reassuring manner, a move Dean was unsure of as he moved back slightly. This caused his rescuer to look lower, her eyebrows arching and a small smile tugging on her lips as she pulled her hand back.

“So you’re a boy, that’s good to know,” she mused. Wait...what? How does she... Dean didn’t miss the flicker of her eye and slowly looked down. Sure enough, as he sat there proud as can be, little Dean was on show for all to see. Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me, he thought before he slowly lays himself down across the front seat, desperate to retain his doggy modesty.

“I’ll take you to the vets in the morning, buddy.” He watches as she starts the car, a low rumbling coming from the engine before her music kicked in. “Get you scanned for a chip, see if we can find where you come from,” she continued before she began to hum along to the music that creeped in through the speakers.

Stairway to heaven, Dean immediately recognized, tilting his head as he did so. This woman has got good taste.

“Now I bet you’re starving and after the night I’ve had, I need comfort food,” she sniffed and it was only then Dean noticed that the woman appeared to be unhappy. Her slightly puffy eyes and red nose were an indicator that she may have been crying for a while before she’d stopped to help him. Of course, the red nose could also be from the cold and wet weather conditions, but Dean had the hunch that her night may have been just as unpleasant as his.

As she pulled the car away from the sidewalk, Dean took a moment to try and think over the mess he’d gotten into. Sam never mentioned that this spell would actually turn him into a dog and with Castiel out of action, he knew he had no hope of getting back to his little brother by any supernatural means. He was going to have to figure this out the old fashioned way. Dean knew they were in Enid, Oklahoma. His brother was in a local motel, but getting back there on four paws was going to be difficult. He glanced aside, grateful that this woman had found him and was giving him some sanctuary from the heavy downpour, grateful that she was so far taking care of him. He needed time to work out his bearings and he was hoping that from this woman’s home, he’d be able to plan a route that would take him back to Sam.

The car turning into a local burger joint caught Dean’s attention, the smell of grilled patties and fresh french fries overwhelmed his senses and it made him shoot up from his laying down position, his stomach rumbling at the smell. He was hungry and he’d never been so relieved that this woman was driving him into a drive through. As she pulled up to order and rolled down her window, Dean’s doggy mouth started to water, drool gathering at the end of his chin. He wasn’t even ashamed.

Please order a bacon cheeseburger, please, I beg of you, Dean thought, the drool from his chin now dribbling onto the seat beneath him as he watched his saviour lean speak to the intercom.

“Two double bacon cheeseburgers, a water and a vanilla shake please,” she ordered politely. “Are you happy with that, boy?”

Boy, am I! Thank god you’re my kind of woman! Dean was overjoyed that this lady had ordered him his favourite food without even knowing. So happy in fact that a certain part of him had started to move really fast, whipping from side to side in a rhythmic manner. Why is this moving and why can I not control this?! Dean panicked, turning his head to watch as his tanned covered tail continued to beat against the leather seat. Seriously, stop moving!

Too busy concentrating on how to control his tail, Dean didn’t notice the car move to the next window. It was only when the rustle of the take out bag was heard, that he stopped paying his attention to his new found body part. He whipped his head around and allowed his nose to sniff manically, licking his wide mouth in response to the full flavoured smell. His stomach rumbled at the thought of the contents of the bag, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth around that burger. Even though he knew his eyes should be trained on where the woman was now driving too or even the woman herself, Dean couldn’t stop staring at the bag that was in her lap. Doggy instincts or not, he felt like that burger was the most important thing in the world at that moment.

It didn’t take long for his feeder to come to a stop, in fact it was only around a five-minute drive but to Dean it felt like an eternity. She turned off the engine and with the bag in hand, she exited the car. He watched her through the window and noticed that they were now outside of a house. Nothing too big or fancy; it was quaint. There were only a few other houses along the street, the sidewalk lined with trees and grass, yards edged with white picket fences. It was a place where Dean could see himself living if he ever got out of the life of hunting.

The sound of the passenger door opening broke him from his thoughts, he turned his fur covered head to see that burger lady was waiting for him, his leash in her hands. She didn’t have to tug, Dean was more than happy to jump out and set his paws onto the ground again, eager to get somewhere warm and dry with food in his stomach. Walking up the garden path to reach her front door, he notices movement to the left of him and immediately stopped to try and work it out.

“Evening, dear!” An elderly woman popped her head above her bushes, rollers in her hair and a smile wide across her mouth. Dean noticed how she immediately looked down at him, her eyebrow arching slightly.

Oh great, a nosey neighbour, he thought, because what neighbourhood doesn’t have one.

“Oh hey, Mrs Kirkman,” his rescuer replied politely, offering a little wave as she did so. He could tell by her tone that even she got fed up with her neighbour from time to time.

“Got yourself a new friend, Y/N?” Mrs Kirkman asked, her eyes still staring down at him.

Y/N. Nice to finally know your name. Didn’t want to be calling you burger lady forever, Dean mused, turning to look up at the woman next to him.

“Oh, sort of,” Y/N sighed, knowing if she didn’t tell the story her neighbour would only ask anyway. “I found him all caught up in barbed wire in an alley, I’m gonna take him to the vet in the morning to see if we can find who he belongs to,” she finished.

That’s what you think, I’ll be gone before sunrise. Dean didn’t know if dogs could frown but he was at least attempting too. He just needed a safe place to rest, somewhere to think over what his next move would be; he wasn’t sticking around.

“Poor thing,” Mrs Kirkman tutted. “Well, I’ll leave you be, dear. I’m sure you and your boyfriend will have your hands full this evening with this one,” she chuckled.

“S-sure,” Y/N stammered, causing Dean to feel concerned. “Bye, Mrs Kirkman.”

Y/N’s goodbye was quiet and he had noticed the slight change in her demeanor when the neighbour had mentioned her boyfriend. She didn’t glance down at him once as she opened her front door, the metal keys jangling against the lock as she stepped inside, gently pulling Dean with her. Once inside, she bent down and removed the makeshift leash from his neck, gesturing for him to explore if he wanted too as she walked into what he could only assume was the kitchen, shedding her wet coat along the way. He wasn’t sure what to expect with not knowing Y/N much at all, yet he felt comforted by the things that surrounded him. The place wasn’t pristine, her shoes were not in the ready built shoe rack in the hall, there was a glass left out on the coffee table in the living room from when she was last here and as he peered into the kitchen to follow her, he noticed there were a few dirty dishes on the counter. She was perfectly normal.

“I’ve never been so happy to be home,” Y/N whispered to herself, as she grabbed a shallow dish from the drainer before she reached into the takeout bag for the bottled water. The rustling caught his attention, reminding him that his juicy burger was still yet to be devoured. He eagerly came around and stood next to her, his eyes trained on the bag as he waited. Y/N just looked down at him, her hair framing her face as she offered him a small smile. “Guess you’re missing your home too, huh buddy?”

You have no idea. Dean thought to himself, allowing a small huff of air to leave him.

“Alright, buddy, let’s go eat,” she announced, grabbing the bag and holding the bowl of water as she walked into her living room, Dean hot on her heels.

Before Y/N could even settle herself down on the couch, Dean had excitedly run around her and jumped onto the cushions to join her, waiting patiently for his food. To him, this was normal behavior, you sit down to tuck into a delicious meal but to Y/N, it was amusing.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” she jested, a slight chuckle passing her lips as she settled into her usual spot.

I am. You really don’t expect me to stay on the floor do you? Once again, Dean was frowning even though it wasn’t showing. Being a dog was going to take a lot of getting used to, but he sincerely hoped that he didn’t have to, that tomorrow he would wake to find he had ten fingers and ten toes, yet he knew better than that. Life was never that easy.

Y/N reached into the bag and pulled out her burger, Dean watched closely as she unwrapped her meal, his eyes honing in on the melted cheese that was oozing out over the bacon and steak patty. Man, he was hungry. He didn’t know whether it was because he was a dog or just because it had been hours since his last meal but he could not stop staring at the meal in her hand as she took her first, significant bite.

“Oh, that is one good burger,” she moaned around her meal, her tongue peeking out of her lips to lick away the stray sauce that remained. Dean could feel his mouth salivating as he watched her. This is porn, this is literally food porn. Y/N had noticed him staring and had also noticed the drool that was staring to lace her pillows and she let out a small chuckle as she reached back into the bag for the second burger. Dean couldn’t stand the wait anymore.

Oh come, lady. Give it to me, please, he begged, licking his lips once more as a little whimper sounded from his throat, causing Y/N to smile as she began to unwrap Dean’s food before tearing the burger into little pieces. To him, this was like emotional torture. I am begging you...shit, how do dogs beg? Paws? Here, have my paw, have both paws!

“Alright, alright,” Y/N laughed as she watched how invested he was in the food, “when was the last time you had something to eat, huh?” Her question fell on deaf ears as she placed the open wrapper full of chunks of burger in front of him.

Come to daddy, Dean exclaimed in his mind, moving fast to start scoffing the food down him as quickly as she could. Oh my god, this is heaven.

“Take it easy, you’ll make yourself sick,” Y/N playfully scolded, watching on with wide eyes at how fast this dog was eating. It didn’t take long, not even a minute until the whole thing was gone and Dean sat back, licking his mouth as proud as punch. He didn’t care that he ate it super quick, he didn’t care that he could feel some of it lodged in his throat because it tasted that good. It was only when he started to cough that he went a little more wide eyed. Maybe she was right...

“Here have some water,” she encouraged, picking up the bowl of water from the floor to bring it in front of his face. Dean just looked down at the bowl before he looked back up at Y/N, questions forming in his mind.

How the hell am I supposed to drink this? He looked back down at the water and he knew if he wanted a drink, he’d have to at least give it a go. He’d seen dogs drink before, he could do this...right? With a deep breath, Dean angled his neck down and opened his mouth. At first, he began to bite at the water, not a lot actually going into his mouth before he realised he had to use his tongue too. He could feel the water splashing onto his face through his many failed attempts at having a drink and when he heard Y/N giggle, he stopped what he was doing to look up at her.

“You’re a mucky pup, aren’t you?” she chuckled, amusement glistening in her eyes as she stared at him, moving the bowl back down to the floor before she started to tidy the mess of their dinner away.

I’d like to see you try, lady, it’s harder than it looks! Dean felt himself huff as he watched Y/N walk away with the empty wrappers in hand. He was already finding being a dog taxing; not being able to free yourself if you get caught, not being able to open your own damn burger and now he had to drink water out of a bowl. It had only been a few hours since the change and he was already so done with it all.

While she was out of the room, Dean jumped down and began to really take in his surroundings. He noted the large bookcase in the corner which was adorned with photos. There was a lone chair by her bay window that was covered with a faux fur throw. A small keyboard and guitar on the opposite side of the room, music sheets littering the space around them. Her walls were covered with framed classic movie posters, some of which he highly approved of. So far, so good.

The sound of shuffling made Dean turn his head and halt his exploring. Y/N had returned, however this time her hair was in a bun on top of her head and she had changed into more comfortable clothing. He slowly made his way back over to her but on this occasion, he stayed close to the chair that was angled next to the window, choosing to jump up and lay there. She settled herself back down onto the couch, taking a sip from her vanilla shake before she turned on the television. Dean noted how she went straight to netflix, snuggling herself down in a blanket as she waited for the streaming service to load. It was only then, that she looked for him and began to pat her hand to her thigh to beckon him over. But Dean didn’t move an inch.

“Yeah I get why you wouldn’t want to cuddle me, boy,” she whispered, dejectedly, “seems to be a theme to my evening,” she muttered, leaning back into the couch and placing her head on a pillow, before she started the show that was next on her watchlist.

Dean was grateful for what Y/N had done for him so far; but he wasn’t the cuddling type of dog. Hell, he wasn’t any type of dog. He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings by not going over to her, though to him, it all felt a little strange. There was no way he could explain this to her. For one, he was unable to speak and two, if he were able too, she’d mark herself as crazy for being able to hear him talk. What was he meant to do? Go searching through her books until he finds one with a dog in and point his paws at it? I ain’t no Lassie.

Sniffling brought him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing on the woman who was curled up on the couch. He watched from his position on the chair as Y/N quietly wiped at her eyes. She was crying, that much was obvious, and Dean could only assume that this so-called ‘boyfriend’ Mrs Kirkman mentioned was the cause of her anguish. He was unsure how to best handle her. He couldn’t comfort a woman he barely knew over a situation he knew nothing about, yet he couldn’t just sit here and watch as she sobbed into a fresh kleenex. Making his decision, he slowly made his way down from the chair to her side, nudging at her with his nose to show her he was there if she needed him before he lay down on the floor in front of her. He didn’t see the small smile she gave at his actions but he did feel the hand that came down and gently stroked his back in thanks.

For now, this was fine but tomorrow, things were going to be different. He wasn’t a pet, nor was he anyone’s lap dog. He was Dean Winchester and his priority was getting back to his brother. His priority was turning back into his human form. Tomorrow he will find Sam, no matter the cost.

——————————————– Chapter Two –> ——————————————–

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KALOPSIA [M] | epilogue

⇢ You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5| end

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!au, smut.

Warnings: [M] for explicit description of sex, oral sex (f + m), dirty talk, fingering, lots of teasing, mentions of heat & knotting, switch!Jungkook.

Word count: 4.8k

A.N: I was hoping to put this out sooner in order to celebrate @acciobts‘s birthday but I was swarmed with exams and had put this off for so long but thank you for being the best person I know 🤧❤️. For new readers, you don’t really need to read the entire series to read this, this is basically pwp if you skip the beginning and is intended to be the finale.

You were laying flat on your stomach when you finished your make-out session with Jungkook, a smile still dancing on your lips as you look at him laying right beside you on the bed with his eyes closed and a look of bliss painted all over his face from the perked little silky ears to the idle smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty that glows within him, even when he’s not even trying. In his full cat form too - you always imagined him being a handsome man if he ever could be one.

And you were right. Even though you couldn’t imagine him being anything more than a sulky feline that made you happier than anything else in this world.

“What’re you thinking about?” You hear him ask and even though his eyes were still closed, you felt like he was looking right through you.

“I don’t know… nothing in particular” you sigh, you can’t help but be sad just thinking about all the time he was gone and even though you expected yourself to be so happy at his return it only brought you even more confusion and questions. Why was he gone for so long and why at a short notice? Does he know anything about what you’ve gone through without him? You weren’t the kind of person to commit to anything even if you really wanted to, a relationship is a two person ship and as long as you’re not absolutely sure how Jungkook feels then, you can’t bring yourself to force anything onto him.

The conversation you had before he left crept into your mind, he did say he liked you but his actions are way too conflicting. How does he like you then leave the next day? You can’t help but want more with him and you feel horrible that you’re putting both yourselves in this situation. Did anything happen between him and Yeri when he was away? Why is he not explaining himself to you?

Wait.

Should you expect him to explain it to you?

“Hm” the sudden feeling of a warm finger tracing your neck brought you out of thought before his husky voice did, “you sure… It’s nothing?”

“It’s nothing… nothing I can do anything about, that is” you exhale the air that got trapped in your throat at his soothing touch, refusing to give in to how good it feels with him being here and touching you. He had to start speaking if he wanted anything with you, you needed some explanation… just anything to shut the voice at the back of your head thats screaming at you with uncertainty.

You don’t trust yourself to withhold long enough for him to explain everything, since he had arrived, all you could think about is how good you’re oh so sure he’d feel against you, if you just straddle him, you think. Deep inside, you know you won’t be able to stand another minute without touching him when he’s right there after all this time. You want him so bad and you could barely contain it and this feign unaffectedness act you’re putting on is less than an inch away from breaking apart.

“I do owe you an explanation, Yeri…” he sighed, “she was in trouble with a couple of people. She’s not the biggest fan of hybrids being adopted or kept in captivity at any circumstance, even if their owners were good people” he gave you a sweet look, stars dancing in his eyes as he rubbed more tickling circles on your palm, “She wasn’t treated well by people growing up, she finds it hard to accept people. She barged into some elder man’s house convincing his dog hybrid to run away but she got caught, and of course, he had to live in the area where she lives with Jimin and the boys”

Hold on… Jimin? That must be be a coincidence right?

The cocky smirk answers your unasked question, “He told me,” he licked his lips before ducking in to snuggle and sniff at your neck, “that he sees why I enjoy your neck rubs so, so much..” You swear you could die from how fast your heart is beating at how he whispered each and every syllable so slowly, so sexily.

“Did you think I was going to let you be here by yourself all alone? When” His words eating away at the little sanity you have left as he nibbled at the skin of your jaw, “there’s another man out there who wouldn’t waste a second to be holding you and touching you like I am right now?”

Confusion swirled in your mind before you understood the source of Jungkook’s threat, he was jealous of your friendship with Taehyung, it would have made you a bit irritated and maybe concerned if he wasn’t so cute and overprotective, you knew it wasn’t his usual behaviour to act like - he’d sulk and try to get extra pets and cuddles, “Y-you mean it’s because you’re needy and want me all to yourself - didn’t want someone else to wrap their arms around me just like you are right now.” He hadn’t stopped nibbling and kissing, only moving upwards to your ear and making the hair at the back of your neck standing up at his warm, now uneven breath.

“Damn right, I don’t!” he bites at your lobe, his teeth scraping at the surface before his tongue coats it once, then twice until you lose count. His kisses were just like those he gave you when his identity was still hidden. The shy butterflies in your tummy now soaring as they fly, your mind travels to the nights where Jungkook seemed agitated at the presence of Jin in your home, you should feel embarrassed at the memory of him watching as Jin took you from behind in bed but you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on a little bit, even though you didn’t actually know any better. You remember thinking it was ridiculous that your cat was scowling at the presence of another man in your bed but boy how wrong you are now.

You refuse to admit to the reason why your relationship with Jin didn’t work, he was a great handsome guy but he never made you feel as good as he tells you make him feel, you don’t remember ever reaching your climax with him. It might not have been his fault, you were just a really hard person to arouse let alone make cum but here you are panting at the faintest touch of Jungkook’s fingers.

The heat radiating from his body increasing as you pulled yourself closer to him, “J-jungkook, are you feeling alright? You’re really starting to burn up!” you were growing worried now even though his actions were so conflicting, he didn’t seem to be unwell. If anything, he seems like he was going to discard any dignity he had left. Your breathing grows heavier as his lips caress the scars he accidentally inflicted on you with his paws, nourishing your heart with love you didn’t think you’d receive from anybody in this world.

“I-I just need you to..” His voice going soft as he ducked his head onto your chest, rubbing his nose on the thin fabric that’s doing nothing to hide any bit of you, he suddenly stops his ministrations, he quickly rushes to his feet that it started to alarm you, is he feeling worse?! What are you to do? Should you dial the ambulance?

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You can barely speak as you rush after him when he leaves the room, his steps picking up speed when his ears twitched, probably from hearing your feet chase after him. “Hey! Please stop!” You call out when he shows no sign of stopping, quickly heading to the door that separates your home from the cold outside.

“Y/n, I…” you hear him panting, “I don’t want you to see me like this” you hear him say softly, along with the sound of your heart breaking. “ I don’t want to take you when I’m like this”

“W-what do you mean?” You pleaded, along with your eyes that threaten to spill tears any moment. “Please let me have a look at you, maybe I could help!”

You could tell that he was really conflicted, his large hand covering the door knob but not turning yet. You didn’t wait before wrapping your hand around his waist from behind, “Please don’t leave, I won’t be able to sleep without you and I can’t let you go until I know you’re okay” you tried to negotiate as you burry your face in the groove of his back, trying to hide your tears and in all of a sudden…

His demeanour had quickly changed once he turned around, the worried look in his eyes when he ran outside your room is long gone, now replaced with total darkness. You were about to speak when he had let go of the door, the sound so loud in the quiet space of your living room making you almost flinch.

“If I stay, we’re not going back to bed until I’m done with you” he growls as he brings his hand around the front of your throat, sitting just at the base as his fingers wrap around either side but not applying a lot of pressure but enough to let the heat pool somewhere in my belly, perhaps to let me know that it was my decision to make. Let him go or le-

“Unless… I fuck you on it…” he whispers before grabbing your shoulders and turning you till the next thing you know is your front is pressed against the wall, your chest heaving at the way he’s handled you so roughly, so unexpectedly.

“But I’d prefer doing it right here” you hear him say as you feel his hand tracing the skin of your legs upwards, before reaching your thigh and suddenly, you can feel him behind you. His front flush against your back, his sweatpants doing nothing to conceal the feel fo his cock as he rocks it against your ass. His other hand reaches your front and tugs at the fabric of your top trying to lift it but settled with it being at the top of your breast, high in your chest over having to pull you away from the floor and taking it off completely.

You should feel embarrassed that he’s caught you without your bra, but instead you were heaving with anticipation of whats to come, what he’d say and do when he finds out that you’re not wearing panties either. You feel his breath on your neck as uneven as yours, his hands suddenly turning you around once again, just for him to have a look at you.

He eyed your breasts, you were blessed to have a little more than a handful of flesh there but suddenly, you felt embarrassed in the open, your nipples now feeling hardened and aching from the cold air before Jungkook went diving down and taking one of your breasts in his mouth enclosing it around your nipple and sucking hard, you couldn’t escape the moan building in your throat as he growled, “you’re so perfect” before his fingers enclosed around your neglected breast and tugging, his mouth was tracing kisses and sucking at any piece of skin closely “perfect face”, you hear him say as his tongue traced your jaw, “perfect tits” making you groan as his tongue turned to the nipple that hadn’t met with his mouth, sucking hard and pressing kisses. He started sliding his hand between your legs, his head now nuzzled into your neck as you whimpered, your knees are slowly losing their strength you think.

Pleasure had travelled into every single cell of your body as his fingers traced around your clit through your shorts, you couldn’t help arching your back when his fingers suddenly tapped at it before travelling further south, his fingers digging at your slit making you forced your eyes shut, you could die right now. You knew you were soaking his fingers, hell, he knew you were soaking his fingers. A moan escaped your throat at the feeling of his tongue, the sensation of his tongue at your neck.

“Oh god!” You couldn’t help but groan when he brought his fingers in front of you, they were drenched with your slick.

“You dirty, dirty girl” he taunted, “you can’t help yourself, can you?” He catches your gaze with his as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, his tongue closing around his fingers as your breath gets caught in your throat once again. Making you moan out as he let out a groan.

“This isn’t supposed to be how our first time goes down, I wanted to take it slow, make love to you but…” he flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “Why do that when we can just jump right into the fun, I’m gonna give you what your eyes have been begging me for and you’re going to just take it” he was getting himself as worked up as you are, you’re so sure that your wetness is travelling down your thighs at his words, fuck.

He was greedy, his mouth now on yours sucking and his hand now groping at the flesh of your ass, pushing you against him. You raised your arm, circling around the back of his neck and you can feel his hand moving to your core again, his fingers working around the fabric in search for your skin, his fingers entered you, moving inside of you and you feel nothing but bliss, the pulse between your legs is harder to ignore, wishing he could do something to ease the pain but once his fingers exited you, he thrusted them back in, making you moan loud, every muscle in your belly clenching at the pace.

You let your head hang on his shoulder “Jungkook, p-please! I need more!” You can feel his breathy laugh against your cheek, “you need more?” He taunted, his tongue now moving towards your jaw, nibbling and sucking the skin into his mouth as his fingers leave your core, his lips now next to my ear when he whispers in a low growl, “I’ll give you what you want, baby. I’m going to eat you so good” making the hairs of your skin stand tall, a moan escaped its way out of your lips once more, both his hands are now kneading the flesh of your ass, massaging away any tension before ripping the shorts off you. You felt his whole body descend against you, you watched him as he dropped to his knees, he was fully clothed while you are completely naked, completely at his mercy.

“Open up for me,” he demanded, his eyes dark, you knew this was no request. You shifted your legs apart, hoping nothing would gush out onto to the wooden floor when you make space for his body, he didn’t let a single second pass before he took your clit into his mouth, his tongue drawing circles and sucking hard, making your knees grow so weak that you held yourself steady by taking hold of his head, your fingers tugging his feline ears as he swirled his tongue around your clit again, the pull making him moan and the sound vibrated within you, his tongue never relented, you could feel yourself releasing any minute.

It was when he glided his tongue along your slit when you let out another whimper, “Jungkook, please!” You panted, you tried to stop yourself from rolling your hips onto his tongue, to get him back to your clit but he didn’t let you go far. His fingers were holding you still when he pressed his tongue inside you, moving and licking. “So wet, is this all for me?” You hear him taunt again, the heat that was once in your lower body is now everywhere, spreading down your legs and eventually your toes, making them curl and you knew you were so, so close.

“and a pretty pussy too” he growls, he covered your clit with his fingers, drawing lazy, faint circles as if he knew it throbbed, he knew exactly what you needed to let go. Your cheeks filled with almost embarrassment when you opened your eyes to see him staring straight through you, he looked so, so good pleasuring you “you feel so good Jungkook, oh my god!” You couldn’t help but scream the words out, they were responded with a smirk, “yeah? You taste so good”

He moved his eyes to your clit, before catching it with his mouth and you couldn’t hold back anymore, you rolled your clit against his tongue with every thrust of your hips, keeping his exactly where you needed him and this time, he let you move and grind onto his greedy tongue, he was lapping at you everywhere, making you grit your teeth together as your orgasm spilled over you and landing onto his tongue, everything was so still and the only sound you hear is the sound of your heart beating, everything so muted as your eyes rolled back in your head before the sound of Jungkook’s tongue against you faded in, he’s landing soft kisses around your core before he stood up to meet you.

He dived for your mouth, his aim for your lower lip as his teeth tug and he sucks on it, letting you taste yourself when his tongue invades yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him and relishing in the feeling of him, the taste of him. You let a hand drop, landing your palm onto his chest and getting frustrated that you’re not feeling skin and instead, you’re feeling the fabric of his shirt

“Take this off” you demand, tugging on it as he goes for your neck, kissing bruises and marks, “Please! I want to feel you” you tried to rid him of the offensive piece of clothing but the weight of his arms won’t let it budge, getting frustrated when he didn’t do anything about it. You used all the strength you had left hoping it’d tear away but to no avail as he steps back, a lazy smirk hanging on his lips. His eyes were full of darkness, nothing else to see. He was so worked up, his ears hanging high on his head. His fingers folding under the shirt only to bring it up as he lifted his arms up slowly, his toned torso never looked so enticing as it does now, his abs begging you to touch, to kiss, to suck. Your eyes were following every movement of his hand, you knew he was teasing you, loving the way your mouth is open and the way you’re almost drooling. Goddamn him!

The shirt was discarded after what seemed like hours behind him when he started to work on his sweatpants, his fingers working fast to untie it and it was off in a second, you could’ve never prepared yourself to welcome the sight before you, he was standing in all his glory, one that you’ve seen before with no hint of underwear.

“Surprised?” He whispered as he took steps towards you. Yours eyes had nowhere to go, so drawn to his erection, his cock was full and hard, leaning against his stomach. Your eyes widened when his hands descended to wrap around it, working his fingers up and down yet his eyes were still fixed at you. There was absolutely nothing you want to do right now but take him in your mouth, try to give him at least half of the pleasure he’d given you.

You were sinking to your knees when he stood right in front of you, his hand leaving his cock to pat your head before taking a fistful of your hair and tugging down, forcing you to match your eyes with the level of his, “what a good girl you are for me, on your knees without me having to ask” he growled, his words doing nothing to soothe the ache thats starting to build in your core again.

“Can I taste you?” You ask with the sweetest voice you could muster, your hand already wrapping around one of his thighs and the other is tentatively reaching for the tip, up-close you could see how red it is demanding for relief, the room was dark and the only light there is whatever was allowed by the door of your lit bedroom. You hear a shuffle when you wrapped your fingers the redness, looking up to find Jungkook leaning against the wall with a hand and his eyes closed shut, you think you heard a please amongst the grunts he let out when you moved your fingers even further, gripping him by the base and feeling more comfortable on your knees.

You reached for the tip with your tongue, giving a tender lick to the tip where a bead of pre-cum has collected. He tasted sweet, sweet as the rest of him. You wanted this to be perfect for him, not knowing if he’s ever had been in someone’s mouth before, you wanted to be perfect for him. You sucked the tip into your mouth, tongue rolling against the head when you felt his thigh shake,

“Fuck!” He growls, the hand in your hair is forcing you to take more of him and you were more than happy to supply, you took whatever you could of him and swirled your tongue around his thickness, he was so heavy on your tongue that the more you took of him, the less able you were to do anything but suck.

“You’re so good, so good” you hear him moan, he didn’t warn you when he snapped his hips forward, forcing you to take all his length and knocking the breath out of you. His tip was in your throat when he let out a groan, he was abusing your mouth with his pace and you stood still, taking all that he’s giving to you.

And in all of a sudden, you were off the floor and into his arms. His mouth chasing yours for a kiss, your legs were on either side of his waist when he moved into your room, his length rubbing against your slit as he walked, “I want to fuck you here” he casually said, his back was facing the foot of the bed when you decided to take matters into your own hands, you wanted to please him, give him everything you want before he could even offer.

You push him onto the bed, his eyes were wide when he landed but the smirk playing on his lips didn’t fade. You crawled onto the bed, your eyes locked with his as you straddled him, his hands were immediately cupping the back of your thighs, his fingers never leaving your skin as you leaned down to capture his mouth in a kiss, groaning when he let your tongue in. He’s so warm, he tasted so sweet and you couldn’t have enough, chasing after his tongue and sucking it into yours while your hands roamed his body for any untouched inch of skin. You left his mouth for his jaw, not leaving the opportunity to suck bruises to hear him let out breathy moans, you reached his chin when something more appealing caught your eyes.

You didn’t bother to make him anticipate before diving for his nipples, they were hard and asking for attention. Your tongue traced idle circles to test the waters, but when he started panting, you sucked it into your mouth. He was moaning loud, not holding back his sound that kept you going, and suddenly you felt something wet against your tummy, looking down you noticed how much he had been oozing.

He likes this a lot, making you the one smirking until he positioned his cock at your opening and pushing in, holding no restraint and moaning louder now that your heat is covering his tip, he was sliding his cock out before all of it was in you, teasing the tip in and then taking it out.

“Do you want me, y/n?” He had the audacity to tease. You weren’t sure if what he’s doing is to tease you or himself, but you couldn’t stand anymore second of it. The ache inside you begged to be relieved, you gripped his cock by the base and moaning when you sunk slowly, making yourself feel every inch of it until he was completely inside you. You let out a moan, not being able to stay silent. You hovered his mouth with yours, your hips rolling against his, his eyes watching where you connected and closed when you touched his lips with yours, you were sharing the same shaky breath, he’s so beautiful under you, so beautiful and so sweet, his moans joined yours and resonated the room when you picked up the pace, his cock was sliding in easily, not that you’re shocked with how much you were dripping.

You felt him so deep, wanting this moment to last forever, you kissed him and moaned into his mouth, “I’m getting close” you whispered, you knew you were going to come soon, he was working you up all night, this was inevitable.

“Yeah?” You hear him whisper, “cum for me then, cream all over my cock” he grunts as he holds you deeper against him, his hands were bruising your hips as his lifted off the bed to meet yours, his thrusts were getting fast, fast and deep. You were about to lose your mind and body to this euphoric feeling thats threatening to take you over, you needed more, just a bit more.

A gasp left your lips when your tummy was met with the bed, he had flipped you over. His hands were quick on your hips, handling you roughly to get you to match the level of his cock before he slid right in, taking you from behind. He was so deep now, reaching places inside you that haven’t been explored, his width was tearing you apart at his pace, he was relentless.

“I said cum!” You hear him grunt, one of his hands quickly moved to circle your clit, his fingers were as merciless as his hips, he rubbed you and worked you up so close to your high, and suddenly he was getting bigger, you could feel it, he was growing inside of you.

“Baby?” You tried to see if he’s okay but you were spent, “you’re getting so big” you moan, you knew he wasn’t gonna stop, you’d just have to take it. You sucked in a breath, holding it when you felt him expand further, his thighs were meeting yours as he snapped his hips further, his cock now catching on your slit when he pushes in at his size.

“I’m going to cum in you” you hear him say, his fingers moved up to wrap around your lower belly “I’m going to cum and you’re going to keep it in here but before I do” you hear him pant, bringing his mouth close to your ear “you’re going to cum” his words pushed you over the edge, you squeezed your eyes shut, the world fading out again as you peaked.

You felt wetness fall down your thighs, Jungkook was pounding into you harder, his hips grinding onto you and his groans filling the room when he came, he came in long spurts and they were quickly filling you up making you moan, the movement causing you friction.

“Fuck” you hear Jungkook say, his body collapsing on your back with his elbow supporting his weight off you on the bed, “I’m still cumming” he says, one of his hands descending to slide his cock out of you, and sure enough he was still spilling cum, it was getting everywhere on the sheets.

“What was that?” You say from your spot on the bed, not having enough energy to turn over and not wanting to lose any of the cum inside of you.

“That was my body trying to knot you” he replies with a breathy laugh, his lips pressing kisses on your back. “Sorry I should’ve told you, my heat is anytime soon and I think it started.”

His fingers started drawing the softest circles on your thighs, “are you okay?” He asks with concern in his voice.

“Yeah” you say as you turn over, taking his face in both your hands “I feel… perfect just really tired” you let out a laugh.

“You do feel perfect” he whispers before claiming your lips, “I love you.”

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Sing to Me

Part of the Tsuredere Seventeen series

Summary:

You write a song for Joshua as a way to confess your feelings towards him. Romantic, right? There’s no way this can end badly.

You had always felt pretty unlucky when it came to life.

You had to work really hard on everything for things to work out. If you didn’t things just didn’t end up well for you. You failed tests, you missed out on extra cool opportunities and more. So when you fell for Joshua you couldn’t really say you were surprised.

If he himself wasn’t intimidating enough... For goodness sake he was attractive, and kind, and then he just had to also be a freaking Korean idol in a boy group popular for their insane synchronization and their really good music and choreography. To make it even more insane he just had to speak English and Korean.

God, just thinking about it was making you angry.

Nobody asked you to be perfect at everything Joshua.

You were furious. Completely and utterly furious at him for being so dumb and perfect. How dare he turn to you and ask you one day to be his girlfriend. God and your first date had to be so fucking magical and it had to be outdoors too, right when the wind was blowing and the cherry blossoms were blooming. The stupid pink petals had swooped around him practically beckoning you to fall in love with him forever.

So, of course, you had been fooled by his wit and charm.

Now all you ever did was run around like an idiot trying to be half deserving of his affections- geez, why did he like you anyways? You were great and all but not that great.

Now your anniversary was coming up, and you couldn’t believe that you had been with Joshua for so long.

A year, a whole year had passed and he still treated you just as well as he had the very first day you two met.

He had never been unclear about his intentions either. When you two first met, you had been rather shy, but still introduced yourself as eagerly as you could. He took one look at you, offered his hand and gave you a soft smile.

“One day, I'm going to marry you.”

Your cheeks had gone crimson, and you avoided going to events for the next month in fear of seeing him again and finding out that he was just some player spouting nonsense.

You tugged your shirt silently, pressing closer to your friend as the two of you walked into the room where everyone else was. You spotted Joshua immediately. You had only seen him for moments before but you still recognized him.

All you could do was stand there and hope he didn’t see you or hope that he didn’t flirt with some girl and turn out to be your average dirt bag.

You didn’t speak your discomfort to your friend... Mostly because he saw you before you could say anything.

His eyes light up, and he raised a hand in the air as a greeting.

“Y/n!” He said excitedly. He rushed over to you and smiled brightly. “I was starting to think I’d never see you again.”

You were surprised he remembered you, much less remembered your name. You smiled at him kindly.

“Oh, hello Joshua!” You said politely. He didn’t even waste a moment.

“I know this is really sudden, but would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your jaw dropped, but Joshua continued before you could say anything in response.

“It’s just from the moment I saw you that day, I can’t stop thinking about you... And I hear about you all the time now, you’re possibly the kindest person that I’ve ever had the chance to meet. So please, will you go out with me?”

You couldn’t say no to such a nice confession.

And now it had been a year since that confession, and you had no clue what to get him.

You grumbled in frustration, shoving your head into a pillow.

And to make it worse, you had heard rumors.

Joshua was considering breaking up with you. A great way to celebrate your anniversary right? To find out that he’s thinking about breaking up with you because you aren’t affectionate enough.

Sure he’s been saying he loves you since like month two, and you’ve been hesitant to say the words, and you practically run anytime that you think he might kiss you, and you avoid going on dates with him and-

You interrupted your own stream off thought y rolling off of your bed, letting your body slam to the floor.

How had he dated you for an entire year and not dumped you yet?

“What’s wrong this time?” Seungkwan asked, lazily glancing over at you. “Is it Joshua again?”

“Of course it’s Joshua again!” You blurted. “If I can’t make our one year perfect and prove that I do in fact like him, then he will leave me. I know he will I know it.”

“Y/n, Chang-kyun did not tell you what Joshua said so that you would freak out like this,” Seungkwan chided tiredly. You sat up from where you were laying collapsed on the ground and sighed.

“How was I supposed to react? IM knows me better than this,” you mumbled. “I like Joshua, I do-”

“So tell him!” Seungkwan blurted. “Even I’m smart enough to know that you should do that!”

“Every time I go to I freeze up!” You argued back. “And now it has to be super special or he will think I’m just saying it because he says it so much.”

“Joshua knows you like him-”

“Does he?!” You blurted back. “Cause I thought he did before but IM didn’t even know we were dating before. That’s how unaffectionate I am!”

“You do act like he’s a stranger whenever we all hang out,” Seungkwan agreed.

You sighed and got to your feet.

“So I have to confess to my boyfriend of a year and I have to make it like the best confession ever,” you stated calmly. Your heart skipped a beat. “What do I do?”

“You should just walk up to him and like ‘uwu Jisoo oppa I love you’ and then like actually let him kiss you and there you go. Romantic as heck.”

“No.”

You stood there, staring blankly at your desk as your mind raced, trying to figure out exactly what you should do.

And then it hit you.

And five hours later, you wished to god it had never hit you.

Write a song? Write a song for someone in the idol industry, yeah that’s a great idea.

You crumbled up the paper in front of you and tossed it into the trash. Luckily enough for you, Seungkwan had left ages ago, so he wasn’t here to witness your disastrous attempts.

You started again from the start.

I wish I knew where to start

A way to open my heart

But trying to find the words

Are the only...

You tried to think of a word that rhymed with “words” but nothing came to mind.

Maybe the tune could switch at that?

I love you, I know that’s for sure

You wrinkled your nose in frustration. DId that even rhyme? You were pretty sure it didn’t. You crumpled this paper too and started over. Maybe the song lyrics needed a theme? Maybe that would help.

11:11, I thought of you today

Again and again day after day, the hands tick and the times change, but when that clock hits that same small time, four numerals in and you’re on my mind

Make a wish to be loved, make a wish to be free, but all those wishes go to waste when it comes to you and me

Yeah.... Yeah! Not too shabby. Maybe if you just kept with the number theme...

My clock was stuck on 10:10, when you kicked it back into the groove and now it’s 11:11 two times a day and still on the move

24 hours in a day, and you help me through 25

You showed me the time so I gave you all of mine

You squinted at the words, rereading it again and again. Something about it felt wrong... It didn’t work. You crumpled your paper again and tossed it to the side.

Music wasn’t always literal... Maybe if you took a different approach... Less literal...

Complicated

I’m standing at the start of endless paths

There’s so many different ways this can go

This world has endless possibilities

Even a speck of dust can make a change

You stopped again. One reread through and it was in the trash too. Maybe literal was the only way you could really go...

You started again from the top. Still a little less literal, not too nonliteral

Sometimes it feels like everyone skips my page in the book

It didn’t used to matter

You heard the door open behind you but you ignored it in order to try and think of the next line. You knew what you wanted to say... Geez, that’s how it always was with Joshua. You always knew what you wanted to say but you couldn’t.

The topic was pretty good, but maybe you needed to write it differently?

I never had a voice to begin with

But I’m starting to hear myself and I like what I hear

I want to share

You stopped again. Stared for a few seconds, crumpled the paper tossed it to the side and banged your head against the table, groaning loudly.

“It’s not this hard,” you said in frustration. You started again. You heard Seungkwan beside you picking up the paper you had just crumbled, but you mostly ignored it.

How many songs fit this trope?

I think mine is in the thousands

Now you were just writing yourself into a damn box. You crumpled it, tossed it wildly and furiously wrote down:

I couldn’t sleep again

Hours spent keeping track of my dreams

Put two hours of rest in

And the page is blank

“What are you doing?”

You startled and looked up.

The person in the room was not Seungkwan.

Your cheeks turned a dark crimson and your mouth dropped.

“Joshua I-”

He had unraveled a number of your papers on the floor and he was holding one in your hand. You couldn’t find the words again. God why could you never find the words when it came to Joshua.

“Who are you writing this for?” Joshua asked slowly. You got to your feet.

“I-I-” You swallowed thickly. “It’s just you know our special day is coming, and I was talking to Seungkwan and I was thinking about our relationship and I was just trying to figure out what to say-”

“What to say?”

“About us.”

“You talked to Seungkwan, and now you want to talk about us?” Joshua reiterated.

“I just want to make sure you understand how I feel about you,” you replied. He stared at you, looking slightly disheartened.

“Oh.”

You tilted your head.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard for me to say things like that,” you stated immediately. He nodded slowly and the paper dropped from your hand.

“No, I get it, I really do,” Joshua assured. “I don’t know, I thought that I was ready for it but...”

“If you want me to wait-”

“No!” Joshua protested. “It’s taken you this long to say this, I won’t keep you stifled any longer.”

You opened your mouth, a little confused by Joshua’s attitude about the whole thing.

“So you get it then?”

“Yeah.”

You both started speaking at the same time.

“You want to break up because you don’t like me.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Both sentences spoken at the same time. Both completely different meanings. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Wait. Why would I want to break up with you?” You asked. Joshua looked stunned as well.

“Because you’re in love with Seungkwan!” He stated. You stood up.

“What?! No, I’m in love with you!” You protested back. “I just can’t figure out how to say it and IM told me you were considering breaking up with me, and so I freaked out and Seungkwan said that I needed to just tell you already, but I couldn’t do that some easy way so I thought I’d write you a song and-”

Joshua interrupted by grabbing you by the shoulders, his lips pressing firmly against yours. You were so surprised that you didn’t even react. You stood stock still and waited until he pulled away to even breath.

You gaped at him.

“Josh-”

“I hope that was okay, I’ve been wanting to do that for like a year,” he murmured shyly.

You smiled softly, hiding the look beneath your hand.

“Yeah... Yeah it was okay.”

You would explain everything later, but right now you would just appreciate that Joshua definitely wouldn’t be breaking up with you today.

#SORRY I SLOPPILY SPELLCHECKED THIS #my brother is talking about canadian folk music #help me #please #Seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen kpop #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #joshua #joshua seventeen #joshua kpop #joshua hong #hong jisoo #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfiction

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deepsixsquid · 5 years

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Friday the 13th my have passed But I have too much Creative energy and a new squid So I might as well go for it anyway~!!!

“TIME’S UP!” Judd and Lil’ Judd step up to decide the winners of the latest turf war battle that just went down on Camp Triggerfish. While most of the combatants wait with bated breath, Nocchan is already kicking the dust off her shoulders, confident of her victory. However, while preparing for a bit of post-match boasting, something catches her eye, something in the woods, mostly obscured by the tall trees...something’s...looking at her? “.......ey” “H....y” “HEY!” One of Nocchan’s teammates taps on her shoulder, snapping her out of her trance like state. “Hey! We won! C’mon, we’re all heading to the camp site for a bit, you comin’?” Nocchan turns back to the woods for a second, only to see that, whatever was there, has left. Maybe she took one too many burst bombs to the face? Shrugging it off, she rests her inkbrush on her shoulder and starts walking off the battlefield with the rest of her team Hours pass and the sun has set, both teams gather around a campfire to talk about the matches they’ve had, rivals they’ve made, their favorite weapons, and many fond memories. Once the moon rises, the stories take a slight turn~ “Heheh, so, you guys hear about the woods around here?” “Aw, c’mon man, not that again...” “Oh please, everyone knows that’s just a story. You see that stuff all the time in the museum!” “Yeah...heheheh...ju-just stories!” “What’s the matter? Ya not scaaaaared, are ya?” Nocchan can’t help but chuckle at everyone’s banter “Pft, it can’t be that bad~ Go for it, what’s back there~?” The camp gathering goes silent, aside from the story teller A mischievous smile creeps across an octoling girl’s face “Ooookaaaaaaay~” She grabs a flashlight for dramatic effect and clears her throat “So, they say people have heard things in these woods in the middle of the night, and people have gone in there to see what it is~ They vanish for days, and have been found, knocked out, with no memory of what happened. The only thing they DO remember is a mask, and the sound of someone screaming. People thing that something, or someONE lives in these woods and, if you run into them, you don’t have much time left before they catch you! It’s been a very long time since someone’s gone in there alone but, if you’re lucky....or UNLUCKY, enough to see that THING, you might be the next victim~! It could be me! or you! or even...........” the story teller points the flashlight at Nocchan with a stylish flare “YOU!”

The skull faced squid can’t help but cover her eyes and let out a, overly sarcastic “scream” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA~ Heheh, that’s cute~! Some weirdo? Living HERE? I’ll believe it when I see it!”

With a smirk, the story teller looks at the rest of the group “Well then, how ‘bout you go in there? unless you’re...scaaaaaared~!”

Wasting no time, Nocchan snatches her brush and makes her way towards the woods with a slight skip in her step. Much to the sudden shock and protest of everyone else, including the story teller “W-WAIT!!” “I WASN’T SERIOUS!! COME BACK!!” “IS SHE CRAZY?? “DUDE, SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!” “I AIN’T GOIN’ IN THERE!!” “UMM, WHAT DO WE DO??” “FISH IF I KNOW!!”

With one last salute, Nocchan heads off into the woods, chuckling and scoffing at the story she heard and the slight panic she left behind “Heheh, please, someone living out here, you gotta kidding me~ What kind of lunatic would live out here~?” With each passing minute, the woods grow darker and darker, each step she takes, leaves and branches crumple beneath her feet, but Nocchan keeps her pace, keeping an eye out for “whatever” may be lurking. However...something manages to stop the confident squid in her tracks... “H...he......help...me” Followed by a faint thud, not too far ahead “P...please...someone....ple...please....”

Wasting no time, Nocchan rushes forward, trying to find the source of the voice, with only the rare beam of faint moonlight to show her the way. Breaking into a full speed run, she quickly closes in on the weak cries for help and finds, slumped against a tree, struggling to stand, a wounded inkling boy, who only points back, further into the woods “She’s......she’s coming....don’t let her...catch you”

As Nocchan tries to help the injured squid to his feet, his eyes meet here and for an instant, a cold chill runs down her back as his eyes...are solid white “B e f o r e i t ‘ s t o o l a t e.....”

Nocchan jumps back as the ghostly squid stands and limps away, whispering and muttering under its breath... “The @#$% was that thing?!? EY! GET BACK HERE I WASN’T DO-”

As in response to her call, the leaves and branches crumble and snap beneath the heels of something slowly walking towards her..

Gripping her inkbrush tightly, Nocchan does her best to keep herself calm as the approaching sounds grow louder and louder. Trying to guess where this thing will come from, here eyes dart back and forth, looking for anyone...anything...that might be out there.

For a second, the sounds stop, giving way to an ominous silence A silence that’s only broken by the sound of someone breathing heavily, just a few steps behind her...

Before turning to face this mysterious entity, Nocchan clenches her teeth for a minute to snap herself out of it. If this thing IS real, she’s not afraid of it, she can’t be, she’s faced things worse than something out in the woods... “Heh...So, there really is some freakshow out here after all...You got a name? Or are you just gonna stand there all night?”

....Her boldness, having been met with nothing, causes her to turn around “Well? We doin’ this or-” Only to find that, whatever was there before, has vanished “...what?”

A sudden crash echoes through the woods, the sound of tress being broken surrounds her and, flying just passed her head, a large, crimson, ultra stamp slams into the ground behind her, kicking up dust and debris.

Through the dark cloud, Nocchan can just barely see, and dodge, the shape and swing of an octobrush as the figure reveals itself. Standing before her, clutching a worn down kensa octobrush, an inkling girl in a hockey mask, a torn leather jacket, and shoes stained with ink an various colors.

“...Oh, you gotta be kidding me...the hell are you supposed to be?”

Underneath the mask, the silent squid’s eyes glow a dull, dark, pink She lifts her brush high above her head and brings it down with monstrous force, causing the skull-faced squid to kneel when she blocks the strike with her inkbrush “Cutting...straight to the chase, eh?....I can respect that...FINE!”

Pushing back and rolling to the side, Nocchan swings her brush and connects with her opponents mask. The silent one doesn’t even so much as flinch before retaliating with a swing hard enough to send Nocchan crashing into a broken tree, nearly knocking the wind out of her.

As she struggles to catch her breath, the masked squid walks over, brush held high, ready to deal a decisive blow, until Nocchan slips a splat bomb right behind her opponent, the blast is just enough to give her some time to roll away and use the backside of the tree she slammed into as cover.

Steadying her breathing and rising to her feet, thoughts swirl in Nocchan’s mind “Okay, whatever this thing is, it can take a hit....how am I gonna beat it? Like Hell running’s an option, if this thing is out there, along with those stories, I gotta do somethin’ before someone else bumps into it...But, how? C’mon, I’ve fought worse than this!!”

“DAMMIT! C’MON!!” Darting from her cover, Nocchan rushes her silent opponent and unleashes a series of swings. Though each blow connects, none of them seem to have any effect as that same dark pink glow creeps from underneath the mask once more.

Ink begins to drip down from the sleeve of the masked squids leather jacket and slowly collects and forms a ball in the palm of her hand. With one swift move, she crushes it, molds it and shapes it into another red ultra stamp, right before Nocchan’s eyes.

Before she can truly grasp what just happened, a brutal swing sends Nocchan flying into the distance breaking through multiple dead trees before she lands and slides along the ground, with only a large stone to stop her. Barely holding on to her consciousness, Nocchan can only watch as this mystery squid creeps closer, brush and stamp in both hands.

“Get....up” “C’mon.....” “...I can’t move” “...I can’t move” “I CAN’T MOVE” “C’MON, NOT LIKE THIS” “MOVE, DAMMIT!!” Nocchan’s mind races as her opponent closes in, eyes glowing with the intent to end things. Her fingers twitch, through frustration, fear, or sheer force of will, she manages to gather the strength to hold one more splat bomb.

“I need to move, this better do something” Summoning every ounce of strength she can muster, she manages to crush the bomb, the shock sending her off to the side far enough to save her from one last stamp swing that obliterates the stone she was leaning against.

Crawling towards her inkbrush, Nocchan grits her teeth, not looking back at the figure skulking after her. With one last, desperate reach, Nocchan snatches her brush, just in time for the masked horror to grab and lift her up by the head.

Bringing her up close, the mystery squid simply looks at Nocchan and tilts her head while she weakly struggles to free herself.

“You....you better drop me...right now...if you know what’s...good for ya...” Nocchan coughs and protests

With Nocchan in hand, the horror squid starts walking further into the woods, towards the faint sound of...something bubbling

In a small clearing, with only the light of the full moon, a small, decrepit, hut stands, with a dock that leads into a pond of dark, tar-like, ink. Bubbles occasionally rise from it, drift above a low hanging mist, and pop, releasing a foul, rotten, odor.

Nocchan, being held high by this monster of an inkling, can only watch as she’s being walked towards the dock... “No....Hell no, you must be @#$%$%^& crazy!!”

”MOTHERFU-...DROP IT!!!” In her flailing to free herself, Nocchan pulls a one last desperate move, taking the handle of her brush, and smashing her opponent in the face.

Much to her surprise, not only was it enough to free herself, the strike actually got the monster to flinch, just enough for Nocchan to figure out a way to fight back and tackle the masked squid, leading them away from the dock.

In a frustrated flurry, Nocchan continues to fight back Swinging as fast and as hard as she can with all the strength she can muster, pushing her opponent further and further back. Sparks of energy begin to dance in her eyes as fear gives way to rage, much like how the eyes of her opponent glow in response as the masked squid calls forth another stamp.

The sound of the massive weapon swinging through the air rings through the umbral woods, but the attack is interrupted, cut short by Nocchan blocking it with just her hand. Her eyes glow bright as she knocks it aside and, with a quick spin, delivers a furious attack that manages to knock the masked squid off her feet. Without a second thought, Nocchan leaps forward, clenches her fist, and unleashes a splashdown strong enough to cause a few nearby trees to topple over.

For a minute, everything’s still... Nocchan catches her breath as her opponent doesn’t move... Looking back towards the hut and the pond, Nocchan carries the masked squid towards the dock and tosses her into the pond of bubbling ink. She watches as she slowly sinks below the surface, the bubbles cease, the mist clears. the area feels...peaceful, in an uneasy sense.

“I don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on around here...or what the hell you are...but do me a favor...just stay down and stay HERE”

With next to no energy left, Nocchan wonders into the hut to find a place to sit down and rest. The inside’s almost completely covered in dust, saved for a corner, full of weapons that have been worn down or broken, and a table, with three chairs, and a small pile of photos.

While she takes a seat and rests, Nocchan takes a quick glance at the old photos...two squid kids, and an adult who’s face has been worn down to the point no one can recognize them. For such a dreary place...they look...happy. The last one is of them on the edge of Inkopolis, looking out into the water, holding brand new weapons up high...

“...What happened here?” Staring at the last photo, Nocchan pockets it and leaves the rest of them on the table before walking out the doorway. She takes one last look at the hut, the dock, the bubbling pit and sighs...

It’s going to be a long walk back to camp, and an even longer story of what she saw in these woods...

However.....something stirs in the pond Bubbles begin to float and pop A hand emerges from the depths and drags the rest of its body on shore...along with a trashed octobrush...

And the sound of crumpled leaves and snapping branches can be heard slowly approaching camp triggerfish..and Inkopolis...

#Nocturne Shenanigans #It's campy~! It's cheesy horror~!#IT'S NOCCHAN VS 'JASON'#Or Jaye...or Jayden....#Still working on a name for her~#Queuebey

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adabassist · 4 years

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COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN

After over 15 years of dealing with the symptoms of a neurological auto-immune disease, you start to wonder if you’ve seen all the various permutations of the day-to-day things that get in your way. At the completion of this performance, I can safely say the answer is a big fat NO… although the “disability” didn’t come in a form associated with MS this time.

These days, when I gig out, I gotta have help. That’s just all there is to it. I warn everyone I perform with that I am not self-sufficient; to my utter amazement, nobody has refused to help or even complained. I am always very grateful for these wonderful people, whether bandmates, fans, or SWMBO (who does it a lot and even revels in directing traffic to a large extent).

When SWMBO doesn’t tag along, I have to tell people what I need help with: what’s coming out of the van, where it goes, who’s willing to park my van if a space isn’t convenient, here’s what I need out of which bag, what assistance I need getting on/off stage, where things go when they go back in the van, etc.

All of which is easy to do - unless you have LARYNGITIS.

I happen to be prone to this mostly-just-annoying condition for some reason. I think this bout made it an even dozen for me. I even used to keep a “Flintstones Magic-Slate” around - where you would write on the wax paper with a plastic “pen”, lift the paper, and the writing would vanish - for just such occasions. I used to get it every other year for quite some time, and then it quit showing up. Until the day before a certain gig in the local metropolis…

I had been rehearsing with a group that played Dominican music — bachatas, merengue, etc. — and I didn’t even know there was such a thing a year ago. Through the various contacts I’ve made with the salsa bands I’ve been working with, I ended up being the only “non-Caribbean” musician in a group that was doing a tribute to Antony Santos. Easy stuff if you grew up listening and playing it; very difficult to sound authentic if you didn’t. Our first gig was opening for a Dominican artist at a big club about 70 miles away. There were going to be about 500-600 people in the audience, so it was a pretty big deal.

The night before the show, my voice drops an octave and a half. I have a good time imitating Darth Vader and Lurch from The Addams Family.

Wake up the next morning and my voice is GONE. Nothing.

So I warn the band members via text: I will require extra consideration at the gig because I have no voice. A few jokes made at my expense, sure, fine, whatever.

What’s making this even more difficult is that a Winter Storm Warning went into effect at 4 pm, and they’re expecting about 8” of snow. Great.

So my mind begins taking stock of the situation: no voice, unfamiliar club, long drive through dangerous snowy conditions, Friday night traffic. Hoo boy. This oughta be fun.

I had texted the bandleader earlier in the day asking what the odds were that weather might cancel this show. He replied that the only way this show would be cancelled is if the end of the world came that afternoon. Uh-huh.

So I leave early, expecting the worst.

First 40 miles of the trip were fine; just barely damp roads, and hardly anyone out there. I’m guessing the storm scared most of the drivers off. Those that were willing to brave the freeway were scared enough of the left lane for some reason that I made pretty good time to that point.

By then the snow was starting to stick and collect, and I’m officially glad I left early. The last 30 miles of the trip take an hour and a half, including 25 minutes for the last 3 miles on surface roads. I’m starting to get annoyed at myself, thinking that no one is going to show up for this performance in a big snowstorm, regardless of what the bandleader said earlier, and I’ve risked life and limb for nothing.

I arrive on time - hooray! Amazing! However, nobody else managed to make it by the time I arrived. (How does the guy who had the farthest to go get there FIRST?) I drive to the back of the venue to find the sketchiest loading ramp I’ve ever seen, and to make matters worse, the snow hadn’t been shoveled or dealt with in any way. And so, with no assistance, I go and park in the HC spot up front, and wait. And wait some more.

Bandleader was right - the main parking lot was full, and overflow was nearly full as well. I watch everyone in their finest concert-going clothes — short dresses and high heels, partially covered by ski parkas — pass my van as I continue to wait.

After 40 minutes, a band member shows up! Hooray! He gets stuff out of my van, and I get my rollator (rolling walker) out and follow. I am given instructions to “go in and go straight back to the stage”. Before I could get better details, he was off. So I follow as best I can.

Got to the front door, and am waved over by the ticket guy who gave me a wristband. After a once-over by security I’m sent through to the dance floor. The bandleader wasn’t exaggerating; there’s got to be nearly 1000 people in here. It's a sea of Latinos! Latinos who apparently have never seen a rolling walker before, too, judging by their reaction. Or maybe their expressions said “I wonder if this gringo is in the right place”…

Now I'm left to guess what "straight back" means. Stage left or stage right? I pick stage right, and 200 feet later I see the guitarist, who happens to be the only non-english speaking member of the group. I sit, shake his hand, and wait.

And wait.

So I check my phone to see if there are any updates. The bandleader is stuck in the snow on his way to the venue. The band member who grabbed my gear is looking for me; apparently I should have picked stage left instead of right, as there is a barricade in front of the stage right steps, and I can't convince anyone to move it (I picked a very inconvenient time to lose my voice). The guitarist is just happy to wait and do nothing until someone gets his attention in spanish.

The other band member finally finds us (I guess he doesn't know what "stage right" means!) and leads us through the mass of humanity on the dance floor to the stage stairs on the other side. Stairs are a bit treacherous, but traversable (stairs are NEVER good, but there are always ways up and down even if your leg doesn’t work).

My gear is onstage waiting for me. I find my chair, sit down, plug in, have my case/etc. moved offstage, tune up, and wait.

And wait...

The soundman comes by and tells me I've plugged into the wrong DI box, and gets me set up and running through the amp. It's pretty quiet though, and the chair was placed in such a way that there's NO way I can reach the knobs to turn up. So I signal to a bandmate to help, who says he'll be right back.

So I wait some more... 10+ minutes later, he shows up again and helps me out.

Keep in mind that communication for me involved getting as close to someone's ear as possible and "shouting" to be heard. I've seen more ears close up in the last 24 hours than I want to for a while.

After what I'm sure is another 15 minutes, everyone else has arrived, set up, and been soundchecked, and we begin (30 minutes late). Very receptive crowd. Lots of folks dancing. Band sounds good, everyone is paying attention, I only made a few mistakes, and the bandleader later said that I did an amazing job. Very pleased, considering this is a totally new style of music for me!

So we finish our 8-song set, I take my bass off, unplug, and watch everyone leave the stage....

....and wait.

All this waiting because I’m sitting on a chair, my walker has been moved to the wings, and I have no voice with which to holler for help. So I can’t move or talk. I literally have to wait for someone to take pity on me, as woe-is-me as that sounds.

Finally someone comes and gets my walker, bass case, etc., and I get stuff put away and make my way towards stage left where the stairs are. A band member follows with my bass and cords bag.

I get to the stairs, someone takes the walker and parks it at the bottom, and as I begin my descent, a series of women (groupies?) try to pass me going UP the stairs - like one every 10 seconds - wanting to talk to someone from our band or the one following us. It was a bit of a confused shouting match between those who wanted up and those who were trying to help me down to explain that they need to WAIT or they were going to knock me over.

One bandmate kept saying, "Take your time, you got this, don't let them rush you." That was really helpful, just to know that someone is watching and advocating for you when you’re unable to do that for yourself (one of the many amazing things about SWMBO, for that matter).

Once I was safely down the stairs, I made my way to the back entrance w/ aforementioned loading ramp, blessedly very near the stage stairs. A band member took my bass, bag, and keys, and pulled my van around back for me. I knew the loading ramp was in no better shape than when I arrived, but I was willing to take my chances because the crowd was much larger and rowdier than when I went in. But I began to regret that decision as I made my way down what had to be a 25% grade with a rollator whose handbrakes needed to be adjusted. It took well over 5 minutes to get me about 45 feet.

Made it down a very snowy ramp, through some "plow drifts", and finally to the van. Thanked everyone profusely (if silently!), got in, and sent a message to SWMBO that I was headed home.

Surface roads might have been WORSE on the way home. Thankfully I'm very experienced in snow driving — even with my convoluted method for operating a motor vehicle — and didn't hit anything, get hit by anyone, or panic at all. Enough gas in the car, no deadlines, slow and steady wins the race, made it home in one piece.

The show must, and did, go on!

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jinniesxlamp · 5 years

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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 1

Groups Involved: BTS x MONSTA X

Pairings: YOONGI x READER x JOOHEON

Genre: Angst - Fluff - Smut

Summary: It’s always, ever been easy to stay with the perfect person; kind, gentle, sophisticated, educated and one of a kind. But how do you love someone who’s the complete opposite? More so, how do you stay in love with them? Y/N has never been the perfect one, never been close to being the one. But she loved Yoongi with all that she was, with all that she had, unfortunately he could no longer love her the way she did. She was toxic. After deciding to break things off from their toxic relationship, what happens when they meet each other again? Did she change? Or will he change? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it’s true.....that there are somethings you just can’t change.

Warnings: Attempted rape at the end.

A/N: Hello, My loves! I’m back with another Angst-Fluff-Smut series. This is going to be another 10+ Chapters of Min Yoongi fanfiction. I hope you will like it! Feel free to leave any comments in my asks. I love you all! ♡🤗

Maybe it was the cold, or perhaps the lonely sunset before your very eyes that made you feel a lot heavier. Without having the slightest idea as to where you were or how you got here, you remained still and unbothered while everything moved forward. The sky was getting darker and the sea of people have disappeared, and again, you were alone.

Why am I here? Why am I cold? Why am I alone?

Those were the questions that stirred you back to present as you sat on the same cold bench along the unfamiliar park. How long has it been? You didn’t even bother to think and frankly, it didn’t matter. It was a struggle to think about anything else, because all there was to remember was that, was him. The way his eyes blankly stared into yours as he let out those piercing words freely like they were nothing.

Y/N’s POV

Flashback.

“Let me talk to him! Let go of me!” I screeched, trying to free myself from the monstrous grip of the tall, middle aged man, Beomsoo.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I’m afraid I can’t let you do that” he sighed in frustration and pity as he blocked my way towards the elevator, pressing on his left earpiece as he spoke words I failed to listen to.

“If you don’t let go of me this instant I will make a scene!!!” Only seconds after, two other familiar bodies stood by Beomsoo, towering right in front of me with the same look in their eyes as they held me back gently and apologized at the same time.

“Let. Me. Go. NOW!” I pushed them, yelling. I could feel the stares of judgement from everyone across the lobby as I continued to shriek shamelessly.

“Please, Y/N. We don’t want to hurt you. Please” Pleaded the smaller man to the right of Beomsoo, Gunwoo.

They didn’t understand. No matter what they said and no matter what they do, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon until I get to talk to Yoongi.

I continued my attempts in breaking through their arms, but it only drained me more and more each time.

“Alright. If this is how he wants it to be, fine!”

The sarcasm in my voice as I huffed with a disgusting frown on my face left an obvious threatened impression on their faces.

They knew me; and they knew better than to push me to my limits. Slowly placing my hands on both sides of my waist, I began dragging my feet backwards, staring into Beomsoo’s eyes without breaking contact and paused as I reached the center of the lobby. Every pair of eyes glued themselves to me, like I was insane. Perhaps I was.

“MIN YOONGI!”

There was terror and confusion in the three men’s eyes as my voice echoed around the building. Frozen and lost, they stood there as everyone watched me trading my dignity for desperation.

“MIN YOO-”

I finally stopped, noticing a familiar figure step out of the elevator, walking briskly towards my direction. His eyes seethed with displeasure plodding past the three body guards, and leaving another pair running behind him, trying to catch up.

“Y-yoongi” gasped Beomsoo, taking a step forward in an attempt to halt him, but paused when he gestured for him to stay where he was while he stood in front of me. In a swift movement, I felt the weight off my body being pulled by an unforgiving force, dragging me away from crowd of horrified employees.

He took us to the Fire exit just before the elevator, slamming the door shut and releasing his tight grip from my wrist. I waited for him to look at me which he did right away, his hands folded across his chest, no frown on his face, not a word from his lips; nothing but a blank, empty stare.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” Sarcasm. That’s all there was to the tone in his voice.

“Mwo?” You snarled in disbelief.

“I don’t have all day.” He said, not even trying to hide the stain of irritation in the way he had said it.

Is he making a joke out of all of this? Out of you? You couldn’t help but grunt as your brows started to furrow and your forehead beginning to wrinkle unpleasantly.

“Jeongmal--” taking a deep breath looking sideways you tried to contain every negative emotion that began bottling up inside you.

“--you haven’t come home in two weeks, almost three. You never answer my messages and I’m assuming you’ve blocked my calls and when I finally come to try and talk to you I find out that I’m not allowed to see you?--”

Another huff slid out from your mouth.

“--Jeongmal. If this is about the Suran incident, I am not apologizing for my behavior.”

There wasn’t a thing you could think about that would have lead to this dispute except the incident when you drove all the way from Hannam to Gangnam to ‘approach’ Suran, one of Yoongi’s closest friends at a private party which Yoongi was invited to but you weren’t.

For the longest time you’ve had this eerie feeling about the way she always clung to him. That night you couldn’t take it anymore. You came uninvited to talk to her in private. When things started getting ugly, you felt the need to become aggressive which forced Yoongi to leave and take you home. He was upset and made sure you knew leading to an argument. He ended up sleeping at the dorms that night.

Then the night after that.

The next three nights had only gotten worse. Now, here you were struggling for the right to get through him even just for a few seconds.

That was all you needed to say to him and you delivered. Silence took over, his eyes began to soften

“I’ll come by tonight to grab my belongings. You can keep the furniture and the house.”

“M-mwo?” Was all you could say. All you could barely say, shocked.

By this time, his arms had unfolded, hands inside his pockets as he stared onto the ground. He could barely look at you.

“Y/N, I’ve given myself enough time to think....and I’ve made my decision.” He started.

“W-what are you trying to say to me, Min Yoongi?”

“I cannot do this anymore, Y/N. I tried to be patient, I always try to understand you but for some reason you can’t even do that for me. You do whatever you want without considering how it affects me. Not just me but my career. I don’t appreciate you attacking people all because of your insecurities. And your ridiculous calls and messages. It’s too much for me.”

You kept still as he looked at you so comfortably while he said these words as if they were nothing.

“I-I can change that” though you didn’t want to, you pleaded.

“No you can’t. I know you can’t. You won’t ever. And it’s not just that—“

“—your dependence to me, my income and my status. Your wrecklessness with your actions that’s gotten me in trouble more than you could ever imagine. Your laziness—“

“What?” All the insults you could take but this...this had gotten too far. You cringed as he went on without remorse whatsoever.

“—All these years I don’t mind providing for you because I love you, but don’t you ever want to achieve something for yourself? I waited for awhile to see if you would ever look for a job, or perhaps go back to school. But you never did. All you do is run your mouth, drink and spend money. My money. And it has gotten very toxic.”

You felt hot flushes all over your body, every single drop of blood rapidly running upwards. You were furious. There was nothing you could possibly say to express your current emotional state. Yoongi had stopped talking allowing silence to take place between the two of you.

“I’ll come by to grab my things tonight. You can keep everything. I’ll leave you enough cash until you find yourself a job.” He said, breaking the silence with a frustrated sigh.

“Ani. I’ll leave. Keep your belongings and keep your money. I don’t want it.”

—

Five days. That’s how long it’s been. Where were you supposed to go? Was all you could ask yourself, staring at your luggage that was already half frozen from the cold. Yoongi deposited a fair amount of money into your bank account when you left.

Thirty three thousand won. That’s all there was left after spending the rest of it for motel lodging, food to sustain you and alcohol to help you forget. On the second night since you had separated you had gotten drunk and called him, gaining his concern and attention. It worked for another night then he started ignoring your calls again because he knew by then you were doing this on purpose. The third day you found yourself waking up in someone else’s bed, clothes scattered on the floor with a stranger heavily asleep right next to you. Day four you had spent for your last night at the motel, your last meal in a proper restaurant and one last bus ticket to somewhere in Seoul.

Day five. 11:47 p.m. Alone, hungry and cold, forcing every step you took across the park with only stars and lamp posts to comfort you. The dark was never something that frightened you, but it did. Sooner than later you were standing along the main road, just in front of the park with nothing but your luggage. Further, you thought. You needed to walk further towards the alley at the end of the road, there should be some place warmer than here.

Y/N’s POV

I remember a small corner I used to pass by at the end of the road. It was a dumpster for the stores that occupied around the area.

A dumpster, yes. What choice did I have? I had nowhere to go. I took a deep breath as I reached the alleyway, gulping in discomfort at the sight of flickering light right in front of me. I took my time walking into the small alley in hopes of waking up, wishing this was nothing but a nightmare. But the icey feeling that bounced back from the brick wall at the end of my pathway convinced me, this was reality. I stood there for awhile, facing the same brick wall, releasing a sigh that carried all the grievances inside my heart. Dragging my luggage, sitting it perpendicular to one of the dumpsters, I took a piece of cardboard that I found inserted between the dumpster and the wall, laying it on the ground on which I sat.

How did we end up like this?

The wall behind me was too cold to rest my back on and I was tired. Too tired. I took one last look at the empty street right in front of me by the entrance of this alley before I rested my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs for warmth.

Rest, I said to myself.

It hadn’t been very long since I closed my eyes and my body still craved for sleep but an odd, clonking noise woke me up. Instinctively, I turned to see what it was...more so, who it was. I couldn’t register the man’s face, maybe because I haven’t seen him before. His hair was a mess, like it hadn’t been washed for weeks. His clothes, though they looked warmer than the ones I had, were stained and wrinkled. He gave off a smell of an unbathed man mixed with the toxic reek of alcohol. But the most bothersome things weren’t these; it was his eyes which were bloodshot and the nasty grin that stretched half way across his face as he went through my luggage.

“Why, hello there” he grinned manically.

For the first time in my life, I was afraid of another human being.

“W-why are you going through my belongings?!” I pretended to be brave.

He didn’t respond and only stared at me with predatory eyes. I quickly stood myself up, distancing myself away from him as much as possible. A mistake I didn’t consider. My guarded movements only seemed to provoke him even more, seeing his gruesome tongue glide all over his lips with eyes glued to mine.

“I don’t have any money”

“I can see that” he grinned, taking a few steps closer to me while I took a step back towards the main street.

“Money doesn’t always have to be the prize”

My heart stopped. Regardless if he had meant what I thought he did, I had only one instinct. His strides began widening towards me, with danger written in every step he took.

Run.

As fast as I could, I ran for my life trying my best to widen the gap between the both of us, tears running endlessly from my eyes. Just a few more steps to the main road. I must keep going. Just a little more. But the last bit of hope that I carried was gone in a split second. I felt a violent push from behind me, sending me to the ground. A heavy body straddling me, trying to rip my sweater from the neckline, his face attacking my skin while I tried to resist with all my adrenaline force.

“Hajima!” I cried, begging for him to stop.

Squirming was useless. I had to think of something else but how could I? Again and again I forced my self to focus on something I could take to my advantage as he attempted to nip on my skin again. His arm. His arm that was straddling me. I wasted no time, with all the energy I had left, I bit on his skin causing him to wince in pain. But instead of it giving me an opening for escape, I felt his grip tighten around my neck, clogging air from entering into my lungs.

“You little bitch!”

That was the last thing I heard.

His fist swinging across my face. Once. Twice. Then thrice.

The warmth of my tears.

The memory of his smile.

A sharp, dull sound.

Bright lights.

A fading voice.

“Gwenchana?”

Those were my last memories. My last encounters with reality.

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Before I leave Part 13

Dance night

A fake Text and scenarios serie featuring Kwon Jiyong himself.

After your sister died, you decided to move in Korea to get close to your niece and nephew. That’s where you meet Kwon Jiyong, get to work for him and start to believe hapiness is possible again…

W/C 3066

Warning: mention of sexual assault

Before I start this part, I want to say a special thanks to my lovely sister @independentlittlegirl to whom I often ask «How do I say that in English...» Thanks you my lovely dongseng, you are the best!

All mistakes are mine...

It was Jiyong’s turn to be in the shower. Yours were taken and you were drying your hair sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, indian style, in an oversized t-shirt and your underwear. The smell of Jiyong’s soap were coming at your nose and automatically, you felt home. How can that man be so close to you, in such a short time? It’s a complete mystery to you. Last night, you have slept in the same bed than him and to be honest, the fact you were able to sleep a few hours close to him made you realize that you’ve come a long way. Normally, you can’t abandon yourself to sleep in the presence of somebody else, not even your parents or your friends. When you travel with them, you always take separate rooms and make sure to lock the doors before you even think about sleeping. Your ex-boyfriend never noticed that although, it was kind of obvious, he was not paying attention to you. As soon as he was coming to bed, you sat down and pretend you were not sleepy anymore. You would spend the evening reading or listening to the TV waiting for him to go to work and then you could finally sleep for a few hours. He never noticed you were pretending to sleep when he woke up, he was never attentive enough to notice your stratagem. With Jiyong, it was the complete opposite. As soon as your head touched the pillow, lying on your right side with your hand on his heart, you fell asleep. A few hours later, it took only a minute to Jiyong to noticed that you were not sleeping anymore and you did not even move or change the position, he just woke up feeling something were different. He insisted on staying awake with you so you won’t feel alone and you ended up talking to each other all night long. Talking to him was always easy, he is such a good listener and it was easy yo make him talk as well. Last night he was telling you how much is is scared to go on a mondial tour alone without his member even though it's not his first solo tour and how much pressure he has on his shoulders. You tried to comfort him as much as you could. He conclude saying «I might be alone on the stage, but at least, you will be by my side all the time». How is that possible? How can that strong, powerful and wonderful man put that much trust in you?

As soon as your hair were dry, you started to comb them. Jiyong was already out of the shower wearing black baggy pants, shirtless with his damp hair, looking prettier than ever. He came in front of you, took the airbrush from your hands and started to brush your hair for you.

«May I?»

You started to laughed.

«Well, you already started to do it, and you are doing a pretty good job, you may continue».

You were both looking in each other’s eyes, his soft and intelligent eyes, both smiling at each other. Then he did something that surprised you, he throw the airbrush on the bed and instead, he used the back of his fingers to gently trace the contour of your face from your ear to your jaw, both side at the same time. With his fingertips he started to lightly trace the contour of your nose, your eyes, your lips. “Have you been told that your face is wonderful? You have a perfect nose”

And he traced your nose again

“A perfect forehead”

As he named part of your face, he gently caressed it with his fingertips. His touch was so light, it felt like he was using a feather.

“Perfect cheeks…. perfect chin… perfect eyebrows…. perfect eyelids”

When he said «perfects lips», you panicked and didn't let him touch you there. Instead you took his hands in yours and said:

«Kwon Jiyong, I am sure you have broken a lot of hearts».

He remains serious.

«Oh, I am sorry oppa, I didn’t want to hurt you. You know, I didn’t mean it the same way your mom meant it yesterday right?»

«Of course I know, you love me, she doesn’t»

«I am sure that she loves you oppa, she is just ...»

But he stopped you middle phrase, upset. The peaceful atmosphere that was surrounding you was gone in a second.

«She doesn’t love me. She used me when I was a child, she was bringing me from a television show to another one even if I was crying backstage saying I don’t want to do this, even puking sometimes. I didn’t want to be a television star when I was a kid, I just wanted to live my life and dance alone in my living room. But you know, somebody told her I had talent and she took the opportunity to gain money. She did everything in her power to give me a spot on television, telling me I have to do it for the family. As soon as I became popular, she was saying to everybody that she is the one responsible for my success. But the fact is, I owe my success to a lot of things: myself first, my bandmates and the company that believed in us, I owe my success to the fans and to luck as well, but not to her. She only wanted to have money, I have made a lot when I was a child but I never saw the color of it, she used it all for herself. When I told her she had enough, she started to tell me I am an horrible son, that I am nothing without her. The fact is, she used me, she used me to make easy money”

“Easy for her right? Not easy for you, poor little Jiyong”

You feel so sad for him that you do the only thing that comes to your mind, you clamp his waist and lay your cheek on his shirtless stomach, hugging him tightly, your hands caressing his back. After a few moment like that, he begin to flounder. For you, it’s just a normal, casual hug. But having you in that position, with your face on his bare skin, sitting in front of him, that made him shiver and he doesn’t want you to notice it. He broke the hug and came to sit behind you on the bed and he started to delicately comb your hair again.

«You know, I disappointed my mother every time I am on television now. She hates my tattoos, she hates the music we make but mostly she hate the fact that I don’t give her my money anymore. Believe me, I gave her a lot, she has enough to live a rich life until she dies».

«I don’t doubt your generosity Ji, I am sure you would be happy to give her the moon if she would be treating you well.»

His tattoos… you remember the first thing you ever told him was that you don’t like tattoos…

«Jiyong oppa, I have to tell you something. It’s important for me to tell you this right now»

«It looks serious, speak up your mind mylove»

«Ji, I am really sorry that I said I don’t love tattoos the first time we met. I never meant that I don’t like yours. I think all of your tattoos are beautiful… Ji… I generally don’t like tattoos because the men that raped me, they had a lot of them, all over their bodies. It’s the only reason I said that.»

He took you by the shoulders and turned you so you could face him.

«My poor baby…. There was more than one man? Jesus, tell me I misunderstood....»

«Ji… You understood correctly. They were 4. But I am not talking about it today, I just wanted to say this because I love your tattoos, all of them».

A big tear runs on his cheek but you wipe it with your thumb.

«It’s over Ji. I am safe now»

«I know but you are still suffering the effects of this, it’s horrible...»

You leans on him and you find yourself lying on the bed, clutched in each other’s arms. Both of you stay silent for a few moment. What is there to say after that? Like every time you are together, the silence is comfortable, natural, almost soothing. He looked at the clock on the wall and said with his soft voice:

«Ok beauty, we don’t want to be late. Time to do your makeup and then put that wonderful dress on. I can’t wait to see you in that again».

So many things come in your head right now. The aggression, the fact that you survived the worse, the fact your back is leaning against shirtless Jiyong himself, the intimacy that you now share with him but the fact you are so scared to even think about sharing more than that… You are overwhelmed and with all that in your mind, you are hesitating to stand up. Being attentive as he is, he noticed.

«What’s wrong?» He was using his flat hands to rub your arms.

«I really thing that you should have bring one of your ex-girlfriend here. Nobody will ever believe that you, Kwon Jiyong loves the little me. They won’t believe you could chose me among all the models you can have and….»

«Y/n, can you stop it. You are the one I want here, I told you earlier, I meant it. We know each other for what? Only 2 months now? But I swear to god, I know I love you. I want you to be my girl. They will have no choice to believe it because it’s the truth»

«Jiyong, I have analysed it over and over again since yesterday and it cannot be possible. What do I have to offer you? I have nothing, I am nothing. I cannot even offer you a normal sexual life… You, you so are beautiful, you are perfect. You can have anybody you want. You receive so much love letters from fans, from idols, from beautiful but most importantly from normal girl and…. I think you want me only because I am refusing myself to you».

You could see in his face that you have rubbed him the wrong way.

«Are you for real? You are about to see me mad now, I am telling you… Don’t you think I know better than that? You called me by my name. You said Kwon Jiyong not G Dragon. That’s it. I am Jiyong. They know me as GD. You know the real me and I know the real you. We know each other’s heart. Please, you have to trust me more than that. Trust yourself also, because you have so much to offers, more than you think. You have no idea how much you are giving me already»

You don’t know what to think about it. But the fact is that you came here in Jejudo, you are here with his family so you have to play fake dating game.

At this moment, you can hear a light knock on the door. Jiyong gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek before he opened to his sister, requesting your help for her makeup and hair. You agreed and the three of you prepared yourself together for the chic evening. The first second you were together for a moment, Ji told you:

«I love you, never doubt that. The only question that remains uncertain is do you love me? You may doubt your feelings for me, but you cannot deny my feelings for you».

The 6 services dinner was delightful. You found yourself sitting between the Kwon brother and sister, in front of Jiyong’s parents and grandmother. His mom that was looking at you with a suspicious face. You wanted to show her that you love her son and let’s be honest, to provoke her a little. As he was taking your hand in his, you started to brush each and everyone of the tattoos he have on his fingers with your thumb and index. You made it look like natural, like you were not paying attention to what you were doing because you didn't want his mother to feel directly confronted. You even lift his sleeve and begin caressing the heart he has tattooed on his forearm. As soon as your eyes met, you hear him whispered «thank you my love» as he was smiling widely, knowing very well what you had in mind while doing it.

The dancing evening both of you were looking for came right after the dinner. Suddenly, the room went darker and somebody took the microphone to invite you on the dance floor. Jiyong took your hand and he guided you there, right in the middle. You realised quickly that being “G Dragon's girlfriend have a disadvantage: everybody were looking at you and it made you feel a little uncomfortable. Noticing it, Jiyong told you:

“Baby, look at me in the eyes, pretend that we are just the two of us together. You are never shy to dance with me, right?”

“No I love our little dance improvisations during your training sessions”

He smiled at the memory of it.

“Good, pretend we are alone you and me, at the gym and that for once, music is playing so I don’t have to hear you sing”

You started to laugh.

“Kwon Jiyong, why so mean?”

You danced on a few upbeat songs but then, the moment he was waiting for the most arrived. The beat went slower and the animator of the evening invited all the couples to get closer as a slow were playing. Ji look at you and smirk.

“Baby, come closer, the man says it”

You wrapped both of your hands around his neck and he hug you by the waist. His forehead came to touch yours and he gently rub his nose on yours as do the eskimos.

“Tell me if you feel uncomfortable ok love?”

He was so beautiful with his concerned face. His eyes shining brightly under the soft lights. That handsome person, that handsome man told you that he was in love with you. You still don’t know if you believe that but one thing is sure, you want to believe it’s possible. Also, those pink lips are tempting you, appealing you. Isn't it the good time to kiss him? He won’t take it too seriously because after all, you are acting for his family, right? On the spur of the moment, you closed your eyes and you brought your lips close to his, waiting for him to fill the void. He hesitated for a nano second only and what you thought were going to be a simple peck on the lips turned out to be the most passionate kiss you ever shared with anybody, leaving both of you out of breath.

Right after you broke the kiss, you came close to his ear and whisper so only him can hear you:

«That was only for the show Ji».

You don’t know why you have to ruin it but the fact is, he didn’t believe you at all because he said, confident:

«Believe it if you want, but I felt your body tremble against mine, I know it was not fake at all.I am attentive to every reaction you have, every single one plus, you are the worse liar I know».

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The evening was magical, you danced all night long with Ji by your side, swaying your hips in harmony with the best dancer you have never danced with. When you entered the hotel room, both of you crashed on the bed, stunned due to fatigue. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips. He said softly:

«Baby, would you like to go take a bath and relax so you can sleep well tonight?»

«I will take a quick shower because I feel stinky but I won’t take long, I am dead tired already»

«Have you think about my proposition?»

«Yes. And I think I will pass Jiyong. I am sorry»

You can see you are disappointing him.

«Don’t be sorry, I understand. I will respect your rhythm.»

«Ji…. I am sure that I have never felt like this with anybody before. I am so scared. Scared to disappoint you, scared that I will trust you and that you will be giving up on me at the end when you realise I ain’t worth it»

He turned to the side to face you and said.

«I love you. You have to trust me when I say it. I.Love.You.»

And he pecked your lips between each word.

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He woke up as soon as he feels your body tense. It was not long that you started kicking, hitting in the air and screaming:

«Leave me the fuck alone... You are hurting me you bastard... I will kill you when you sleep you better never sleep in front of me…. STOOOOOP please stop… It hurts… You fucking sons of a bitch, you are 4 against me… Come one on one and I swear to God I will kill you...Please stop please… you are hurting me»

You were crying and screaming as loud as you could.

Jiyong was trying to wake you up, softly at first but as it was not working, he started to shake you harder.

«y/n, you are safe, it’s a nightmare. Baby please wake up, it’s over now. It’s me. You are with me and I will not let this happen to you. Please wake up, it’s over»

When you opened your eyes, Jiyong was crying.

«Thanks god you are back. You are a warrior, you know that?»

He hugged you and kept you against him for a the rest of the night, none of you unable to go back to sleep.

At this very moment, you decided that as soon as you are back at Seoul, you will keep your distance from him. There is no way in hell he will be suffering because of you.

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indescribablechoices · 6 years

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Masterlist (updated 06/09/20)

Fics are listed in chronological order according to story progression, not date of posting, and obviously some were written before books were fully released so I’ve taken some liberties with plots. Ones listed at the bottom are for future fics I plan to write, please feel free to send asks/prompts.

MC Masterlist

The Royal Romance (Liam Rys x Alicia Harper)

This Room Where You Should Be - After having her engagement party ruined by assassins, Alicia speeds towards a safe house with an injured Drake, not knowing what lies ahead; whether any of her friends or her beloved Liam made it out alive. (will direct to my old blog)

Wish Comes True - During an interview, Alicia gets herself in a twist over the thought of the holidays, and Liam makes a promise he intends to keep.

Piece by Piece - A year after their wedding as Alicia, Liam and the others celebrate her birthday.

Where You Abandoned Things - A figure from Alicia’s past turns up, and Liam learns why his wife has never spoken about her family before.

Reach In A Little Deeper - When a security threat leaves Alicia and Olivia trapped in a room together, things only get worse when Alicia goes into labour with hers and Liam’s first child.

Count On Me (Maxwell x Penelope) - Maxwell comes to Alicia for advice. Feelings and an abundance of platonic love follow.

Your Kingdom (D&D crossover) - After becoming Queen, Alicia begins to look back over her own family tree and finds some things she didn’t expect.

Side by Side - Liam and Alicia wake up together on their five year anniversary.

Lift Your Chin A Little Higher - Twenty years after the events of TRR, Liam’s daughter visits the gardens in Valtoria to reminisce about the past, hoping to find comfort for the future.

Enchanting Series (updated 28/04/20) - The story of Liam and Alicia’s daughter Lyra as she enters the social season in search of a husband. Familiar faces, sibling shenanigans and naturally; romance, all await along the way.

Perfect Match (Damien Nazario x Kai Park)

All I’ve Ever Learned From Love - Kai and Hayden have barely spoken since everything that went down with Eros in New York. During a quiet moment, he begins to reevaluate their relationship and what it means for the future. (will direct to my old blog)

Afraid of Falling - After talking with Hayden, Kai heads out to find Damien and finally fess up her feelings. But it seems Damien had the same idea.

Nobody But You (NSFW) - After admitting their feelings for each other, Kai and Damien let their desires get the better of them.

Indescribable - Kai’s life is falling apart when the truth about Damien is revealed. (will direct to my old blog)

Walking The Wire - A rewrite of the reunion scene with some memories more personal to my Kai and hers and Damien’s relationship.

Someone’s Bound To Get Burned - Kai and the others rescued Damien days ago, but he barely look at her. Kai confronts him, and an argument ensues.

Miss Me When I’m Gone - Kai and Damien talk about Nadia leaving in a quiet moment together. Discussions about the future ensue.

Take What Comes - Distracted texting leaves Kai in an awkward situation when her auto correct decides to propose to Damien.

Dancin’ Merrily - Kai and Damien spend their first Christmas together as a married couple with their family.

It Isn’t Easy - Damien heads home to Kai after a long day at work, but some discussions about the past may affect their future.

My Arms Will Hold You - Four times Kai Park woke up in Damien’s arms and one time she didn’t. Set across their years of knowing each other.

Dedicating Every Day To You - Kai wakes up in the middle of the night and Damien isn’t beside her. She finds him in the nursery instead.

Just One More Thing - Damien and Kai head to the local dog shelter and bring home a new member of the family.

Go Gentle - Kai receives a phone call from her children’s high school, listing off all of the trouble her son is in. She asks for an explanation from him and delves deeper than she planned.

(Damien Nazario x Hayden Young x Kai Park x Alana Kusuma)

Stay The Course - On the flight from Tokyo to San Francisco, Damien and Hayden take a moment to talk and clear the air for the first time since everything happened with Eros. Bonding and fluff ensue.

The Things That You Want - During a quiet afternoon in San Francisco, Damien asks Kai about her feelings for Hayden and makes a proposition that could benefit everyone.

Be Your Safety (NSFW) - After Hayden walks out in San Francisco, Kai goes after him, and a heart to heart leads to confessions.

The Human In Me - Damien comes home on his lunch break and interrupts more than a dance party.

How Long You Would Wait For Me (Alana x MC focused) - After receiving the worst news possible, Kai reflects on her relationship with Alana.

One So Small - Kai is in labour, and needs the people she loves around her.

So Snowy White - A little glimpse into one Christmas at the Nazario-Young household. Damien pulls a scam. Kai teases her boys. Hayden learns the meaning of a perfect memory.

Let Me Go Home (part one, TH:M crossover) - Eighteen months after the events in Monaco, Nina brings Sonia home to meet the family.

It Lives In The Woods (Andy Kang x Maggie Young)

Pull Me Closer - After their first kiss in the pool, Andy and Maggie head into the laundry room to dry off.

If I Only Could - Andy wakes up from surgery and realises that not everyone made it out of the ruins. (will direct to my old blog)

The Sharp Knife of a Short Life - Maggie decides to pay a visit to Jane and Noah’s mother after Noah’s ‘death’ in the ruins.

Tonight - Maggie is preparing to go to prom with her friends, but she can’t help but feel the absence of her boyfriend as he rests his still injured leg. But it seems that fate, and Andy, have other ideas.

It Lives Beneath (Tom Sato x Penn Vance)

A Love Like This - Tom and Penn spend a lazy afternoon together, and Tom has a sudden realisation.

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor (Eleanor Waverley x Hadley Byrd)

So Full Of Love - Hadley reflects on her time with Eleanor and begins to worry that she made the wrong choice.

When I Am With You - Hadley and Eleanor discuss their plans as the seasons begin to change and reflect on the time they’ve had together.

Your Kiss Is Like A Lost Ghost (AU) - AU in which Hadley is a reincarnated version of the original governess of Braidwood Manor, and when she returns in present day, she finds herself falling for Eleanor all over again.

Veil of Secrets (Flynn O’Malley x Marli Greene)

Running Out Of Words To Say - After the events of VoS, Marli heads home for real this time, but will either her or Flynn have the courage to tell the other how they really feel?

Bloodbound (Adrian Raines x Emeline Martinez)

All That Grace - Adrian has a beautiful night out planned for him and Emeline to prove his commitment to her, but her all too human immune system gets in the way. Though things always have a way of working out in the end…

It’s You And Me - An engagement party with Em’s family has Adrian wondering about the future, and the things they can and can’t have together.

We Can’t Tell The Future (AU) - What if Adrian hadn’t recognised Emeline in time when his body was overtaken by the serum? What if it had other lasting effects on his body?

Open Heart (Rafael Aveiro x Cora Chase) (Kyra Santana x Cora Chase)

Where You Belong (Rafael x MC) - AU. There is no attack on the hospital, and Rafael leaves Edenbrook for the last time. Cora realises that she has one chance before the man she loves is gone for good.

Guess I’d Rather Hurt Than Feel Nothing At All (Part One) - Months after their breakup, Cora and Rafael spend one more night together.

Just A Delicate Kiss (Part One.5) - Cora gets called into Ethan’s office, and her true feelings about Kyra come to light.

Everything You Kept Inside (Part Two) - After finding out that she is pregnant after a one night stand with Rafael, Cora has a lot to think about.

These Nights Never Seem To Go To Plan (Part Three) - Cora finally tells Rafael about the pregnancy.

America’s Most Eligible (Mackenzie Harris x Winnie Reed)

Me and My Ripped Jeans and You - Mackenzie goes over to Winnie’s apartment one afternoon and finds her girlfriend wearing her jacket.

My Sweet Honey Bee - Mackenzie and Winnie take the next step in their future together.

Desire and Decorum (Luke Harper x Jess Woodmire)

Let This Moment Be The First Chapter - Jess and Luke visit Luke’s estate together for the first time after its completion and their thoughts turn to the future.

No Beat, No Melody (AU) - The consequences of the duel.

A Garden You Never Get To See (AU) - The consequences of the duel, part two.

The One I Was Meant To Find (AU)

- Part One: Jess can’t take the pressure any more and runs away from the estate. Mr Harper comes to find her, and in the wake of an impending proposal, they finally admit their feelings for each other.

Losing Sight of You (AU) - Part Two: The morning after, Jess awakes with the man she loves, but she knows that this happiness cannot last.

Enough (AU) - Part Three: Left alone and scared for her future happiness, Jess knows that she has to do something before she finds herself wed to the Duke and torn apart from her beloved Mr Harper forever.

Your Kingdom (TRR crossover) - After becoming Queen, Alicia begins to look back over her own family tree and finds some things she didn’t expect.

The Heist: Monaco (Sonia Alves x Nina Nazario-Young)

This Woman Is My Destiny - Nina takes the biggest risk she’s ever taken, and Sonia gets a surprise visitor.

Let Me Go Home (part one, PM crossover) - Eighteen months after the events in Monaco, Nina brings Sonia home to meet the family.

Red Carpet Diaries (Matt Rodriguez x Bailey Johnson)

The Best Day With You - A little family fluff fic between Matt, Bailey and their daughter Sofia.

Across The Void (Sol x Bo Elara)

Oh, Let’s Get Lost - Sol and Bo take some time away to themselves, enjoying being in love on a distant planet away from everything else.

A Courtesan of Rome (Syphax x Korina x Sabina)

Lead Me Back Home (Syphax x MC focused) - Finally away from the grasp of Rome, Korina takes in the life she has built with the people she loves

Mother of the Year (Thomas Mendez x Lori Day)

Surrounded By Your Embrace - Thomas and Lori celebrate their two year anniversary together. Lori thinks back over their relationship and Thomas gets a present he wasn’t expecting.

Big Sky Country (Sawyer Oakley x Daphne Dehaven)

Scars On Our Hearts - After Sawyer is injured at the rodeo, he and Daphne get into a fight at the hospital about the decisions they’ve both made.

The Elementalists (Beckett Harrington x Hallie Russell)

Blades of Light and Shadow (Nia Ellarious x Aurora Feathertide x Imtura)

Nightbound (Nik Ryder x Willow Greeves)

The Royal Masquerade (Kayden Vescovi x Ophelia Aster)

Ride or Die (Mona x Rose Wheeler) (Ingrid Delaney x Rose Wheeler)

Distant Shores (Charlie Smith x Emily Hawthorne)

Unexpected Heiress (John Somerset x Marianne Hayes)

The Nanny Affair (Sam Dalton x June Martinez)

Queen B (Ian Kingsley x Briar Hughes)

Platinum (Shane Parker x Adelyn Oliver)

Sunkissed (Samson x Skylar Bell)

Wishful Thinking (Jaime Lewis x Kit Huxley)

Home For the Holidays (Holly Wright x Robyn Joy)

Baby Bump (Myra Dixon x Theo Cassidy)

Rules of Engagement (Leo Rys x Kaylee Buchanan)

Passport to Romance (Ahmed Khabbaz x Nell Shepherd)

#masterlist #I'm bored and should be sleeping so I'm doing some housekeeping #the royal romance #perfect match #it lives in the woods #the haunting of braidwood manor #america's most eligible #across the void #bloodbound #desire and decorum #veil of secrets

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The Distance Between Us

Strange Connections, Stranger Chemistry - Mini Series.

| The Beginning | Everything In Between | The End |

AU - Married, Business.

Genre - Angst (A little sexual tension?)

Word count - 20K

Summary -Not all love stories are she loved him and he loved her. Not all love stories are that simple. But it isn’t love which is complicated either.

It’s the people in love who are.

Tags - @gwynethjodie , @softkomorebi , @itsinseoul I’m eternally grateful to you guys

Song - It’s alright, it’s love.

A/N - Here it finally is! Sorry this part is so frustrating, I myself was pretty annoyed as I was reading this but hey it’s all a part of character growth and all that so bear with me! Part 3 will be much more satisfying I promise :)

The world isn’t barren anymore.

Winter took longer than usual to leave but it left eventually, spring sashaying it’s way into everyone’s lives. Though it brought joy to everyone, it couldn’t heal the frost bites still lingering in your heart. With Jimin so far away from you, nothing could soothe the burn in your chest.

Things soon fell back to what they started off as.

With your workload getting heavier, you spent lesser and lesser time in the house, spending all your hours, slogging in the labs. And every night when you came back home, tired and exhausted, Jimin, like earlier, somehow managed to not be around. The only difference was that back then, you were the one running.

Now, it was Jimin.

You only truly realised the extent of how much he was cutting you off that morning, when for the first time in months, he spoke to you......

You’re sitting down at the dining table going through your files in the morning along with breakfast. An envelope comes sliding towards you and you look up to see Jimin standing at the other end of the table, purposely not meeting your eye. His presence there surprises you, even scares you a little. Did Jimin just approach you? On his own?

“This came in today.” He points at the white envelope on the table and then crosses his arms, voice hard. You slowly reach out towards it and empty its contents, frowning as you realise what they are.

“Flight tickets?.... Wher-where are you going?”

“We.” His voice is curt as always. “We are supposed to be going for a four days and three nights trip to the Maldives. Dad sent these over.”

You shake your head not understanding.“Why?”

“For a short family getaway. Everyone is going - my cousins, aunts, uncles, everyone.” You open your mouth to say something but Jimin holds his hand up. “Before you assume anything, I am not asking you to come along. I am asking you to find an excuse not to. Just letting you know that these are the dates. Keep yourself as busy as you can for these four days.”

And with that he walks away, leaving you staring, not a word able to leave you.

Admittedly, you didn’t want to go.

Family gatherings were not your thing, you didn’t like crowds or talking to people for long, and you had finally got sponsors and investors for your project which meant that with every passing day, you were getting closer and closer to the experiment dates. You couldn’t possibly leave the country now. And just like you, he didn’t want you to come either, and in fact, he asked you not to as well. He told you exactly what you were to hear but it hurt so much. Was he really this eager to get away from you? So eager that he didn’t even at least try once for the sake of his family if not for him?

It was your fault.

When you talked him that day, you should have explained it. You wanted to as well. You wanted to tell him the truth, why you wanted him away from you, what he reminded you of and how guilty he made you feel. You wanted to tell him everything but you were just so angry. You were mad at how easily he disregarded what you said, about telling his mother the truth. You couldn’t bring yourself to see anything beyond that anger and it destroyed your intent. This was never your intention. This coldness between you two was never your intention. You merely wanted him to stop getting so close to you. Stop spending time with you and stop giving you memories that only hurt at the end of the day. And Christmas night the way he kissed you…….you couldn’t have that happening too. You couldn’t have him fall in love with you, that would ruin everything.

But you never meant becoming like this. You never thought things between the two of you would come to this. You and Jimin who were the best of friends, now, worse than strangers. You couldn’t even talk to him and make things clear, he never let you have that opportunity and over time the sadness that arose in you from his behaviour, permanently etched itself into your existence.

And like that, the distance between you and Jimin never healed.

You have been in the lab for three days now. It’s been over 72 hours since you’ve left your house to rot in your lab, finally starting the project you have been waiting to do all these months.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the locker room, at the dark eye circles, at the your unwashed, hair up in a bun as you pull your lab coat over you. You remove all your accessories - the thin silver necklace your father gifted, your mother’s old watch, the pair of earrings that you bought back in your first year of college and finally, your ring. The engagement ring with its beautiful blue stone, the kind of royal blue you loved, reflecting the light of the late evening sun. It makes your heart pang. Looking at it forms tears in your eyes as you slowly pull it out to reveal the wedding ring you have worn under it. The thin simple band of platinum with a small diamond embedded in it, that ring which Jimin made you wear in your wedding, the memory still so clear in your head. He doesn’t wear his. You remembered trying to look for it the day he landed in London. His hand was filled with the rings he loved to wear, his wedding ring wasn’t one among them.

You place both rings in the tray and shut the locker, locking it, as you fished out your phone, walking towards the lab.

No missed calls. No messages.

You hadn’t come home for three days yet Jimin didn’t even try to find out where you were. He had no idea if you were okay or not and yet, it didn’t make a difference to him. It hurt you that you had come to this. Yes, Jimin might not talk to you, he might ignore your presence and run away from it and all that was okay. But you thought somewhere deep down he cared. He must at least care. But the blank screen on your phone tells you otherwise. You stuff it into your pocket, as you wipe your threatening tears.

Tapping your ID card, you enter the lab and the moment you step in, Ashley walks up to you, handing you the files. You go through the list checking off the completed tasks when she taps your shoulder.

“Sounds like you’re getting a call?”

Quickly touch your pocket, you feel the vibration and shoot a small smile that read thanks. It’s not Jimin like you hoped, it’s an unknown number. Sighing you pick it up, placing it between your ear and shoulder.

Mrs. Park?

“Park Y/n speaking.”

Do you happen to be Mr. Park Jimin’s wife or mother?

You hold the phone out and frown at it. Who is this ridiculous person? “I am his wife, but sorry, who are you?”

I’m calling from the city hospital regarding your husband.

“My husband?” Suddenly everything around you goes blur. “W-what’s wrong with my husband?”

There was a small accident in your house earlier today. A part of the ceiling of your house seems to have cracked and fallen apart, injuring the inhabitants of the room. There aren’t any major injuries but......

You can’t hear anything else. Everything is a loud buzz.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!” Ashley shakes you back into your senses. “What’s wrong?”

You look at the screen of the phone and cut the call. You try to calm your racing heart. Jimin wasn’t even here in Seoul, he would have left for his family vacation days ago and should be back tomorrow. This...this must’ve been a prank, of course it’s someone’s extremely dirty prank but.....but how did they know about the ceiling?

“Y/n you are scaring me, will you please say something?”

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head. “Just someone being an asshole, said Jimin met with an accident....”

“He did?” Ashley looks at you wide eyed.

“He couldn’t have. He’s at Maldives now, he wouldn’t have-”

“No he isn’t....” She shakes her head. “He’s here, in London, what are you talking about?”

You turn towards her frowning. “What? He’s my husband Ash, I know.” You remember, memory a little fuzzy though, the dates on his tickets. “He’s supposed to be back tomorrow, and it was a four day trip, he’s definitely gone.”

“Y/n look, I think you misunderstood this whole thing, maybe you are confusing it with the departure date, maybe he’s supposed to leave tomorrow-”

“Why are you so sure?” You snap at her. Yes, you know Jimin didn’t tell you anything but your assistant couldn’t probably know more about him than you, can she?

“Cause he’s been calling every two hours the last three days?”

You turn to her at the speed of lightening. “H-he’s what?”

“Ever since you’ve gotten here, he’s been calling the office phone literally every two hours asking about you, whether you’re okay, and if you’ve eaten or not, if you’ve rested? I’ve picked up at least 30 or so calls for him and even asked him why he won’t just directly contact you and he said I needn’t tell you about this, you’d unnecessarily be disturbed and distracted and if you’re doing fine it’s enough for him.....”

Your heart swells at her words. So he did care. Like always, he still cares. You were so stupid to think otherwise. Just because he was stopping himself from showing his concern to you. He really did care.

“.....And he ordered yesterday’s subway for you too, I had no idea what you eat from there,” You remember last night’s dinner. You had barely even paid attention to it. Now you remember, it was exactly your order and there was no way anyone but Jimin knew it. Ashley continues slowly. “He was the one who got it delivered here so I know for a fact that he’s here....”

“....and if he’s here then,” You turn towards her, fear instantly coursing through your body. “if this call is true....”

Ashley swallows quickly and reaches for her tablet and asks you to read out the number you got the call. As you dictate the digits, she searches for it and when she looks up at you, you can already tell by the look in her eyes......its true.

She nods. “City hospital.”

You stumble back a little, nearly hitting the edge of the table and she immediately reaches out for you.

“Hey Y/n, get a grip, I’m sure he’s ok...”

You can’t hear her anymore. There’s only one thing running in your mind. Jimin is hurt. Jimin is hurt. Jimin is hurt. The phone nearly slides dropping from your hand. You quickly strip off your lab coat, throw it haphazardly on the table, grab your car keys and rush out of the lab.

“Y/n!” Ashley holds your hand, rushing behind you. “The experiment-”

“Ash, I need to leave. He’s met with an-” You can’t even bring yourself to say it. The thought itself is so unimaginable. “Jimin needs me. I need to go.”

“Wait Y/n, please, the experiment-”

“Fuck the experiment!” You pull your hand away from her grip, steadying your shaking voice. “Nothing is more important to me than him, do you understand?”

And with that you turn and leave, taking fast steps and then running towards the lift. Its on the first floor and you are on the 7th. You can’t wait that long. Looking around you find the stairs, and run towards it instead. You are running down, losing your breath, your eyes are spinning as you look down, your fear of heights kicking in. But the fear that something has happened to Jimin is stronger. You continue to rush towards the parking lot, hurriedly climbing into your car and stepping on the gas, without bothering about speed limits.

The journey to the hospital is a race. A race against time. You slam the horn, break the rules, do everything and anything to get there as soon as possible. But when you reach the hospital, its a mess. There was a really big car accident at the highway apparently, patients are being moved in and out and there’s blood and injuries everywhere. It’s horrifying.

Finding the reception, you run towards to it, panting and out of breath, words barely able to get out of your mouth. “My....my husband....accident....”

“Tell me his name please.” The lady looks bewildered at your state.

“Mr. Park...Park Jimin...” It’s getting harder and harder to speak.

“Room 501, fifth floor, on your left.”

You don’t even spend a second to thank her, rushing off towards the lift, cursing yourself for having gotten into it instead of going by the stairs. You would have reached a few seconds faster, because every second that goes by without you seeing him is only getting more and more painful.

You push your way out of the crowd when the elevator stops at the fifth floor and turn left like you were instructed to, only to suddenly stop your tracks.

He’s there.

Sitting right outside room 501, elbows on his knees, fingers interlocked, a foot tapping away in anticipation. He seems fine. There’s not a scratch on him, no blood, no wounds. Life is returning to your body as you start breathing again, so very relieved at his sight.

“Jimin.”

He’s head whips towards your direction as he frowns, standing slowly. “Y/n? You- Oh!”

You run, practically throwing yourself at him, feet no longer on the ground, your arms wrapping around his neck. Jimin stumbles back a little at the impact before placing his arms around you to hold onto you as a result of your shocking act. When he’s steady on his feet he pulls you back, his hands light against your shoulder blades.

“Y/n It’s-”

“Thank god!” You take his face into your hands. “Thank god you’re okay I was so scared-“

“Please, stop, I’m hurt Y/n….”

You take two steps back, looking at him properly when your eyes fall on this bandaged foot that was hidden from view all this while.

“Did it fall on your foot? It must’ve-“

“Why’re you here?” He interrupts you without even listening to what you were trying to say.

You look at him, lips slightly parting in surprise.

“What do you mean Jimin? I got a call that you got into an accident and so of course I-“

“It isn’t me, it’s Mr. Min who is more injured. He was home to sign a contract when it fell on his shoulder. And right now, I should be with him.” He takes a step back, reaching for the door handle behind him, your hands losing the coldness of his cheek against your palms.

“But Jimin, are you okay-“

“You should leave Y/n.” He turns around towards the door pushing the handle. “To work or home or where ever you need to be right now. You should leave.”

And with that he disappears into the room, leaving you alone outside in the deafening silence.

You didn’t return to work.

You didn’t go back home either. Instead, you got in your car and just drove. You had no direction, no destination, nothing, just going wherever the road took you. And in front of the river, you found your dead end and so you halted the car there and sunk back into your seat, shutting your eyes, breathing deeply.

Why was Jimin doing this? Why did he call you, worry for you, do all of that and when you did the same, when you reached out concerned to him, why did he push you away? Why did he ignore you all these days while really, he was worried about you? Why would he not listen to you?

You open your eyes, tears refusing to spill out of them when you see far away, a red flickering dot of light and the heavy feeling in your heart returns. You remember seeing a light like that for years when you walked back home from Jimin’s place as a child - The blinking red light across the stream when you looked over the bridge. Jimin once told you that the blinking red light of the camera before taking a photo was his biggest fear, it always made him anxious and self conscious. Back then you laughed because seemed silly but soon after every time you saw a light like that, it reminded you of him. Like a lot of little little things in life, you always found things that reminded you of him. A life without Jimin was as good as unimaginable for you but here you are, living it, experiencing it every moment, watching him walk away all the time.

But this was enough. After you found out today that he was so concerned yet he kept stopping himself from approaching you, you were not going to hold back. You were, somehow or the other, going to explain to him what you meant and ask him to stop behaving like this. Yes he pushed you away but maybe you didn’t try hard enough to approach him. You were done with this game of silence, you weren’t going to take it anymore.

Stepping on the gas, you bound home, parking your car as soon as you can and enter your house only to see Jimin isn’t back home. You switch on the lights and it indeed is empty and it worries you instantly. He was hurt wasn’t he? Where was he then at this time of the night?

And you’re not even done thinking when you hear the door opening behind you and Jimin limping in slowly. You rush towards him but he stops you.

“Jimin you’re-“

“You’re early.”

“Yeah I didn’t go back to work-- W-where are you going?” You call out behind him as he begins to walk away.

“My room?”

“No you’re not.” You place yourself between him and the stairs. “Jimin, a part of the ceiling just fell today, what do you mean you are-“

“Yeah, so there’s nothing else to fall. I’ll be fine.”

“Jimin, No. It’s dangerous, for fuck’s sake, Don’t stay in your room-“

“Then where do I stay? In yours?” He raises an eyebrow sarcastically.

“Yeah okay fine, stay with me but don’t-“

“Wow. Now you want me around?”

“What?”

“Why do you want me to be around you now? Didn’t you ask for distance?” He points between the two of you, taking a step back.

You look at him incredulously. “Jimin, are you stupid? This isn’t the time or situation to talk-“

“It is Y/n, it is. You made it clear that there’s no love, and I don’t want to be the burden of your responsibility. Please let me be-“

“Jimin, just shut up will you?” You cut him off. “There will be other opportunities to be stubborn, but not today, not now-“

“Then when? Why do you get to make all the decisions Y/n? Why do we have to stay apart when you want to and stay with each other when you want to?”

“It’s not about what I want and don��t want Jimin, you’re being childish, this is about you’re safety and because I care for you and-“

“Really Y/n? because I don’t think so. What you’ve put me through the last few months, I don’t think so-“

“Oh enough Jimin! You want to talk about the last few months, then let’s talk properly.” You cross your arms. “You are the one who’s running away. Tell me I haven’t tried to approach you, make conversation or anything after that day? I agree I asked for distance but I never asked us to snap whatever is between us-“

“What’s between us?! You don’t want us to be friends, you don’t want us to be husband and wife, you don’t want us to be anything we were, then what are we but strangers? And strangers don’t interact Y/n. I am giving you exactly what you want, yet-“

“You’ve really not grown up Jimin. You really haven’t. All I asked was for us to have some space, Space from what you ask? Question yourself that Jimin. When all that was between us was friendship, what was the kiss after the Christmas party about? What were those jealous looks about? What was that-“

“That?” Jimin frowns at you. “You...oh my god for fuck’s sake Y/n!, I was tipsy that night! I had drunk after quite some time, I wasn’t exactly in my senses, it was a mistake. We were alone and close and all-”

“We have been alone and close many times in the past Jimin! We’ve been in situations worse than this before, yet you’re telling me now you thought it was okay to-”

“I didn’t think it was okay! I apologized because I was wrong. Because it was my mistake. And to be honest Y/n, I regret it more than you ever can and ever will because......because....you know why.”

Yes. Because he loved someone else. That’s why.

“And what about telling your mother?”

“My mother?”

“Why did you give her hope that everything between us was okay Jimin? Why give her that-”

“Because it’s the only thing I can do! I can only give her hope Y/n, nothing else. You and I, we married for our family, we married because that’s what they wanted, you and I are living this whole pretentious life because of them, what was the point of all we had done so far then? Of all you and I sacrificed?”

“That didn’t mean you....you didn’t have to lie to her alright!-”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell her! I said not now, not when she was alone, not when she had no one with her who can help her understand and handle her. I would have told her Y/n, I just wanted some time-”

“You didn’t say that-”

“I did! I told you not now, but later-”

“You said it was too late already-”

“Because it is!” He takes a frustrated step towards you. “It is too late but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t tell them! There’s a certain time and situation for everything Y/n, but you just don’t agree because you’re stubborn! You’re always stubborn about having things happen when and how you like it. And the part I fail to understand is why you have a problem even when things are happening your way-”

“I’m stubborn? Okay, fine. Let’s say I am stubborn and I do want things to happen my way. If that is the case then this.....this is not what I want! You walking out on me every time, you ignoring me on every possible occasion, this was not what I meant-”

“Then what does stay away mean Y/n? Things you did when I first came here? Not sharing a room or a bed, not eating together, that’s what it means to stay away?”

“No Jimin, it means give me my space. Letting me be someone who has a life without you as well whose happiness or worries do not be dependent on you all the time. Letting at least a few memories of mine ones without you, letting me breath without you around! Please Jimin, you and I are at a point where everything is so difficult, where nothing between us is clear. It’s so hard to know that we are married yet pretend like we are not, to know things have changed yet behave like all is fine. I....I can’t! I can’t make up my mind about anything, I still need time and space to understand who we are and what we mean to each other. I just wanted to understand what you mean in my life Jimin, not cut you off from it. Whatever maybe unclear but one thing for certain is that I care about you! And you do too- don’t lie I know about your phone calls, don’t complicate things more with a lie now.”

You take a tired breath and look at him desperately. “Jimin please, I don’t want you cut me off that was not what I meant when I said that. If it sounded like that I’m sorry, I was mad and I wasn’t thinking straight but I did try to explain to you all these days and yet you didn’t allow me to...” He’s silently staring at you, expressionless as you feel your shoulders droop. “Why won’t you say anything?”

Jimin purses his lips in thought before speaking. “I get it. I got everything you said, everything you want and everything you don’t, so listen to me now. Your idea of space is very different from mine. And it’s not just you, it’s me who needs time to think through what we are as well. Yes, I won’t lie, I care for you, more than anyone in fact, but I can’t show it Y/n. Because showing how much you mean to me means having you around all the time, and clearly you don’t want that, neither do I. I think for now, it’s best we let things be how they are-”

“Jimin, please-”

“Please Y/n, you have no idea how difficult this is for me too. You’re not the only hurt here, you’re not the only one who has things you need to figure out. I understand you’re shaken up by that night, that kiss changed perspectives of our relationship for you, but it has for me as well. I’m going through things you won’t understand and you’re going through things I won’t. Even now as we stand across each other, discussing, we both aren’t honest. You know, you aren’t telling me everything and I know, I’m not either and I know it’s because both of us haven’t figured out how to do it. Let’s fight the battles within ourselves first Y/n, then we can think about everything else. Till then, I think it’s best we let things be the way they are. I think this distance is what we need.”

He takes a step back, still limping as he makes his way towards his room and silence is playing it’s games with you again.

“She’s here!” Jimin’s sister Jennie screams the moment she sees you pulling your luggage, walking into the resort with Jimin right behind you. She grabs you in a hug, wrapping you tight in her embrace. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Y/n! And no what am I doing? I’m still mad at you, why didn’t you come earlier? Everyone was here yesterday!”

She pouts in anger as you look at Jimin who only has a blank face to offer.

The morning after the accident, Jimin left a message that he was leaving for his reunion with a short note. A note that ended with a take care. You stared at it for hard and long that morning before you left to work, thinking about it as you drove, thining about it as you started the experiment you stalled the previous day - it was at the back of your mind for a long time. And just when you thought you had spent enough time on it, Jimin called you but you didn’t pick up. You don’t know why. Maybe because you were tired, maybe because you were hurt. You just didn’t pick up.

He called you again in a bit, only to receive no response once more, after which he finally messaged you. - Pick up Y/n, for mom.

Taking a deep breath you, dialed back, when you heard his voice.

Hello? Y/n?

You offer him the silence he wants. Jimin lets out a very audible sigh. You hear him try to hand over the phone and his mother’s refusal to talk in the background. ‘I’m not listening to any excuses, I want her here. I don’t know what you both will do...” And you hear his voice again.

Everyone here is....is expecting you. I told them you had work, that you can’t come but they insist that it’s a matter of a few days.....

You continue to stay silent.

....But if you can make it then please, please just.....just come here Y/n.....Y/n? Y/n are you-

You cut the call.

Late the next morning, after nearly 10 hours of flying, you found yourself standing in the airport in Maldives with your luggage, waiting for a cab.

You aren’t doing this for him,this wasn’t about Jimin. You only decided to head over when his mother messaged you - I know it’s difficult for you to make it Y/n, I know we always keeping asking too much of you. My family hasn’t been feeling complete in a long time and with your absence, it feels even more so. If for the sake of this mother you can make it, even if it’s just for a day, do come over. I’d love to see my dear.

And like always, you couldn’t turn the woman down. You were doing this for his mom. For both your parents. Like all these days. It was for them.

Jimin was waiting for you like he expected you to be there. He approached you before you even noticed his presence, taking your bag from your grip. You turned around defensively and stopped when you realized it was him.

“You’re here?”

“Thought you’d be coming.”

“I can come on my own.”

“I know. Mom sent me.”

With that he takes the bag from your hand and walks to the cab.

You sat behind as he took his seat next to the driver.

He handed a sandwich just as you get comfortable. “The food in the plane must have been horrible.”

You stared at his outstretched hand, blinked twice and turned away, looking out of the window.

Jimin opened his mouth to say something but nothing but silence left him.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

That’s how you reached the resort in Maldives standing among Jimin’s family member’s, all beyond excited to see you there. Jimin silently stands in the corner as they all talk to you, scolding you for your late arrival, claiming that you were all going to have a great time. You look at Jimin nervously. You didn’t think so.

When you are sent to Jimin’s room to freshen up, the moment he closes the door you turn to him.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to not have me around but-”

“-It’s not-”

‘- I came for your mom. I didn’t want to be a hindrance. I won’t disturb you, I promise.”

“Y/n-”

With that you leave him stuttering by himself. If this was what he wanted, this was what he would get.

Jimin stares blankly as you leave him alone.

“Let’s play another round!”

The entire family is sitting around a private bonfire by the beach, all chattering and laughing through the night. The sun is still on its way down, the sky emitting shades of orange as though it was the same fire coursing through your systems. With you sitting in Jimin’s embrace, both of you pretending like you were enjoying every moment together, every inch of you was on.

Jimin was initially sitting between his parents, claiming to have missed them for a long time while his cousins, all of whom were excited to have you around, dragged you to sit amongst them. Though you were so far apart apart, you found yourself looking at him way too often. He was laughing and smiling finally, like he didn’t all these weeks, the natural rosy red returning on his face. Whenever he turned to look at you though, you looked away.

As the night grew darker, rounds of would you rather and truth or dare increasing in number, everyone resorted to snuggling under blankets that Jennie began handing out. As you sat against the tree behing you, hugging your knees, turning down a blanket because you were worried about shortage, Jimin had walked up to you holding his hand out. You looked up at him, questions swimming in your eyes but he didn’t draw his hand back and when you looked around confused, you saw his mother discretely looking at you both from the corner of her eye. No wonder.....

You took his hand as he pulled you up, sitting down in your place instead, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, and everyone around him burst out into fond laughters at how easily he fooled you, teasing you. Hiding your annoyance, you let out an barely visible, irritated breath and turned to leave when he pulled you by the hand into his lap, wrapping his blanket around the two of you together and holding you against the warmth of his chest.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position - you feeling his heart beating behind you, and his laughter ringing in your ears and warm skin against yours.

“Okay!” Jimin’s second cousin Jisoo claps her hands pointing at you. You groan inwardly as you realised you were next. Yeah, the game was fun when it started and this was what you were here for, to spend time with your family, but now it’s getting frustrating and on your nerves. Everyone was throwing around stupid questions not intending to get an answer, rather hoping not to, just to make the person who loses eat a spoonful of wasabi and watch their reaction. “Y/n, truth or dare?”

“Hmm....truth.”

“Okay.....Jimin’s birthday is coming soon-ish, in about two months right? So tell all what you are planning for him!”

Everyone let’s out encouraging oohs as you blink thoughtlessly. His birthday. You didn’t even remember. Jimin’s heart is beating fast behind you.

“I....I uh....I can’t tell you....it’s...its a surprise?” You try to save yourself.

“That means you aren’t answering” The woman before you smiles slowly. “Then it’s punishment time! One spoonful of wasabi coming right up!” She gleefully squeezes the paste onto the spoon as you shake your head.

“Hey that’s not fair! How am I supposed to answer that question without-”

“That’s your problem!” She pushes the spoon into your hand ignoring your argument. “You’ve to do the punishment Y/n!”

You sigh unable to avoid it, taking both, the spoon and a deep breath before quickly stowing it into your mouth as everyone watches, faces crinkled with worry. It takes only three seconds. Three seconds and you convulse, body reacting instantly as it touches your tongue, setting fire in your systems. Everyone around you laughs, amused at first then pitifully and Jimin immediately hands you water from behind you, bringing the glass to your lips, making you drink it.

“It’s not funny Jisoo.” Jimin shakes his head at his cousin who is roaring in laughter at your response.

“Wow Jimin, nearly all of us have done it by now, but you’re only worried when your wife does it. Impartial indeed huh?” She laughs teasing him and it takes a lot for you to not choke on your water.

You take the glass from him, drinking it slowly as he whispers by your ear. “Are you alright?”

You don’t answer him.

“Okay let’s move on!” You call out, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I’m alright now.”

Jimin relaxes for a brief second behind you till he hears his name.

“It’s Jimin next!” His aunt, Jisoo’s mother speaks up this time. “Truth or dare lad?”

“Dare.” He responds immediately.

“Not fair.” Jennie sits up. “He’s only been doing dares all this while and everyone knows Jimin loves dares. It’s high time we hear some truth from you, brother dear.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he sneered at her.

“Okay, truth then.”

“Alright then.......if you had to choose between Y/n and-”

“That’s a would-you-rather question, you can’t ask me that here.” Jimin interjects his sister before she even completes, making her huff in annoyance. “Think of something better, you dimwit.”

“Oh really.” She narrows her eyes at him. “I’m the dimwit? Okay cool, answer this then. What is the most romantic thing you and Y/n have ever done?”

Mrs.Park smacks her daughter on the arm, clicking her tongue in annoyance. “They are a married couple Jen, what kind of question......” She whispers amist everyone’s argument over the question.

“Mom I said romantic, not kinky, why are you getting so-”

“Watch your mouth Jennie.” Her voice is stern, making her daughter mummer under her breath.

“He doesn’t have to be truthful he can just eat the wasabi.....”

As Jimin’s mother shakes her head at her child who is already slowly putting wasabi on the spoon, and everybody laughs at the antics of the youngest in the household, nobody notices how tensed you and Jimin look.

“It was around Christmas time.” Jimin speaks up, making your eyes widen, as you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “Our car broke down and as we waited for it, we saw the first snow and walked home under it.”

The memory flashes before your eyes - Sitting on the hood, throwing snow at him, Jimin warming your hands with his breath, standing so close to you. It was the first time something felt so intimate between you two.

Jisoo’s brother Jinyoung scoffed disinterestedly from across the fire, scrolling through his phone like he was doing the whole game. “I will never understand romance and long painful walks, you guys are weird.”

“What do you want him to do then? Sit down next to his wife and play games on his stupid phone?” His wife snaps next to him, making the crowd erupt into laughter.

“No....How about long drives? By the beach or something? As you see the sunset? See, I can be romantic.” He snaps back at his wife, though smiling at her a little.

“And I will never understand romance and long drives where you fix your eyes on the road.” Jimin speaks unexpectedly. “I mean how is it that you take your eyes off her beautiful face?” You look at him over your shoulder surprised, meeting his eyes. “Try taking a walk with her. The kinds that you keep tripping in because you are so lost in her eyes.”

Jimin doesn’t break his gaze until you shift uncomfortably, turning away, praying to god he can’t hear how fast his heart was beating. How did he manage to do it? How did he manage to pretend everything was okay all the time? Was is just your heart which was a mess?

Jennie lets out the biggest aw ever as Jimin turns to her smirking. “Sister dear, it’s your turn isn’t it? Truth or dare?”

“Truth...” She pips timidly as Jimin lets out a satisfied sigh. “Alright, be honest and tell us all......how many boyfriends have you had so far?”

All his cousins instantly snickere into their hands, everyone being well aware of her notorious record of dating a long list of men as the adults frown confused. Jimin leans, half laughing, whispering to his sister, “Either answer honestly or eat the wasabi, sister dear.”

She smacks him across the arm, making a pouty face. “You are the meanest person ever-”

“Hey! It’s a proper question-”

“I hate you Jimin-”

“But I love you Jen-”

“No you don’t! Only Hoseok loves me, he would never ask me such -”

She suddenly falls silent, the mood of the gathering instantly turning solemn. You can feel your heart physically clench for a second, pain shooting up your chest, as Jimin too stiffened behind you. Looking down in the silence, you refuse to react, knowing it can only go one way. You had to control yourself and keep calm.

When you look up, you can see Jennie’s lower lip tremble as she quickly reaches for the wasabi, squeezing some straight into her mouth, blinking away tears till they started spilling down her cheeks.

“God, this is bad....” She struggles to grin through her pricked tears, wiping them but you know where they are coming from. They aren’t because of the sting of the paste, and you know that because your eyes were threatening to fill with tears for the same reason as hers. Jimin’s mother stands up excusing herself as his father immediately follows her. You try to get up too but Jimin has his hands wrapped around you tightly, holding you against his chest, his hand rubbing your arm softly, almost comfortingly.

Jisoo clears her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention, “Well that was....that was fun, let’s do something else then! How about a song? Jennie?”

Jennie nods slowly, grabbing her guitar and walking up to the front. As she tuned it and started softly strumming, Jimin’s parents come back, both giving you and Jimin a soft smile which you return, Jimin further wrapping you in his warm embrace as the night passed by, stars shining brighter, one in particular, the sky turning darker.

And that’s how your only night in Maldives is spent. You in his arms, both of your tired bodies eventually drifting off to sleep with the soulful music, all your thoughts being forced to get lost in the wilderness.

When you stir awake up in the morning as the sun rises, you are still in his embrace, face half buried in his chest and his arms still locked around you.

“Jimin....” You whisper looking up at him, noticing everyone around was still asleep and he groans slightly, loosening his grip around you, and falling back to sleep. You free yourself from him and stand up, stretching, walking closer to the waters as you watched the sun rise, its colours splattered across the morning sky. You barely stand for a minute when you hear scrambling noises around you and see Jimin waking up, looking around for you before he finally spots you standing, a little more awake now. He stands up, gathering the blanket and walks towards you, standing right beside.

“Sorry......” He starts slow. “About last night, I should have -”

You don’t even let him finish as you walk away.

“This egg and toast tastes so good, I want to kiss the chefs hand.” Jimin gobbles breakfast hungrily as everyone around the dining table snickered.

“Go kiss your wife’s hand then.” His father teases him as you choke on your food down the table. Jimin blinks at you, meeting your eye, but you look away, down at your food, picking it up clumsily with your fork. Jimin’s mother softly places her hand over yours, her eyes flickering between you and her son. “Is....Is everything okay?”

You swallow hard, heading reeling with thoughts. Should you tell her? That what she saw and heard yesterday was all a lie, that nothing was even close to what your and Jimin’s relationship seemed like? If his parents knew you both were so unhappy with your marriage, your father too would know soon and most importantly, they’d understand. If you tell them that you tried for almost a year now because you respected them and so tried to keep the marriage going but now it wasn’t working out anymore, they’d support you. Then maybe you wouldn’t have to put up with these pretenses anymore. Maybe you can end this once and for all.

But you look at the happy, chattering faces around the table. It would be selfish to spoil the mood because of your personal problem. You had to agree that Jimin was right. There’s a time and place for everything, and this perhaps, was not right. So you just shake your head convincing yourself to live with the misery you have been in for a little longer and turn to her. “Yeah, of course, I’m just tensed about work....I’ve to be in the lab the moment I return and it all seems so hectic.....”

She pats your hand. “You’re a smart person Y/n, you’ll figure it out I’m sure you will.”

You smile back at her, gripping the fork hard, feeling horrible for lying to her once more.

As you clear up after everyone, chatting with Jennie, he walks up to you, holding you by the elbow, smiling at the woman across you.

“Hey Jennie, I’m gonna borrow my wife for just a minute yeah?”

She nods as he pulls you aside into a nearby corridor, looking around to see if you had company.

“My mother is asking me questions. She said she feels like something doesn’t feel right and last night she somehow it seemed like we were forcing ourselves to look happy. I don’t know what more she expects......”

You stare at him blankly, not knowing what he was expecting you to say. He lets out a frustrated groan, “For fuck’s sake say something Y/n!”

“What? What do you want me to say?”

“We are raising eyebrows, we aren’t convincing enough. This- ” He points at the two of you. “-doesn’t look like a happy marriage Y/n-”

“It’s not.”

Jimin quietens at your words, letting out a sigh. “I know. But the world doesn’t and they don’t need to-”

“But I can’t do more than this Jimin! I can’t pretend like you. For almost a year now I’ve been trying to pretend everything is okay or hoping that at least it will be and it’s getting me nowhere. I’m done trying, I’m done trying to hide. I’m sorry it’s not enough, but I can’t do anymore.”

With that you pull your hand away from his grip and walk away.

Unlike other times when he always watched you walk away, he follows you into your room, shutting the door behind you. You turn around to him as he approaches you, taking a step back, “Stop Jimin.”

“You’re being unreasonable Y/n-”

“Wow thanks.” You throw your hands in the air. “Thanks for telling me the exact same things I’ve been telling you all this while. I hope you know how it feels now-”

“This is not the time for you to get back at me Y/n! It isn’t just you and me here-”

“What makes you think I’m getting back at you?!” You stare at him incredulously. “You said you wanted distance, you said stay away and I’m doing that yet you have a problem?”

Jimin grows silent.

“What?” You mock him, raising your eyebrow. “Sounds exactly like what you said to me? Good! At least now you’ll know what an asshole you were-”

Jimin holds your wrist pinning it to your back, pushing you against the wall, knocking over the vases next to you in the process, as they land crashing on the floor.

“Enough.” He growls with his voice low, incredibly close to you. “I’m not an asshole if I don’t let you always have your way Y/n. You can’t walk away from me whenever you feel and expect me to run back to you whenever you want me to-”

“I never did....I never wanted to walk away from you Jimin, you never understood that. You never understood me and-”

“You don’t understand me. We both don’t seem to understand each other, so let’s talk.”

“Oh now you want to talk? When I tried to tell you that night, when I begged you Jimin, you did’t listen -”

“Because I was mad! I was mad and hurt at how easy it was for you to spend all your time working and not have to face the emptiness of this relationship like I did everyday.” You open your mouth to talk but he shuts it, covering it with his hand, continuing, ignoring your widened eyes. “I was mad that it was so easy for you to walk off and so easy to just come back like everything will be normal -ow! What the fuck Y/n! ”

He shouts as you bite the inside of his hand, making him draw it back, shaking it fast. “Wow really mature-”

“How could you even think it wasn’t difficulty for me Jimin?!-”

“It didn’t look like it!-”

“It would have if you listened to me!-”

“All I do is listen to you!” Jimin is almost shouting. “All you want me to do is listen to you! Do you ever listen to what I want-”

“Fine!” You too raise your voice, annoyed at how like always, this conversation too seemed to be going nowhere. “Fine. I’ll listen to you, tell me now.”

Jimin stares, lips parted and you knew him well enough to tell, he had no idea.

“What? Why are you quiet?”

“I...I don’t know okay!” The smashes the wall behind you with his hands on either side. “I don’t know what I want, I’m confused and I just can’t figure out! Your presence and absence, both affect me in ways I cannot understand -”

“Well that’s exactly what I’ve been feeling ever since we got married.” You say softly because really, you do understand. You understand what it is like. Taking a deep breath you explain, “I like having you around but at the same time every time I look at you, it pains me and I want you gone but when you’re not there, it hurts me even more and it’s all so messed up....”

“What do we do now Y/n?” Jimin sighs.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head.

And the two of you just stand like that, lost, and unguided, seconds turning to minutes, until Jennie slams the door open, making you jump apart.

“Oh sorry!” She squeals turning around as the two of you awkwardly look at each other. “The cab is here to take Y/n to the airport, he’s been waiting for a while, so if you guys are done then....”

Jimin nods at her slowly, looking at you, as he swallows on nothing, “Yeah, we are done here.”

You can’t tell if it’s a question or a statement.

“I’ll...I’ll see you at home” You take a step back, grabbing your luggage, ignoring the scattered broken pieces of the vase, a memory flashing in your mind of the night of your wedding, which ended like this - broken, shattered pieces everywhere.

It’s only as you shut the door behind you that you hear him. “Be careful Y/n.”

It’s been a week since you returned from Maldives and nothing had reall changed.

That night, you left the resort, having booked tickets only for day, just to please Jimin’s mother with your presence. You had to be present at the lab when the consolidated results came out, so staying for long was never a possibility. The family sadly sent you off as you left much ahead of everyone else, unable to be there for the barbecue party at night or the trip to the beach they had arranged for the next day. Jimin’s mother offered to send her son to the airport but you refused, stating you could go alone and a wave was all that did the job of a farewell between the two of you.

Since you returned to London you had been in the lab for about four days straight, making reports and analysis for nights together. Exactly when you returned home finally done with your work, with days of sleep in your eyes, Jimin had left to Scotland. He left you a message about it stating he had to leave for some business expansion works and would take over two weeks to come back and you know what that meant - More time without clarity about what was between you both. You still didn’t understand if the conversation between the both of you was over or not and what to make out of it. You could only roam about in the same ambiguity you had in all these months and sigh at how nothing seemed to be able to heal your bruised relationship and how much longer it was taking to find answers.

But the answer came soon, and in the most unexpected way.

They say in life you have to lose something to gain something. In a week the truth behind those words hit you.

It’s nearly midnight when Jimin rushes back urgently from Scotland halfway through his trip to find you.

He finds you sitting on the floor in the middle of the bathroom, fully clothed, hair still up. Your knees are against your chest and arms wrapped around them and the water from the shower head is falling on you so he cannot tell whether you are drenched in water or tears. And your head hurts so much from all the pain that you are barely thinking straight at all. You have no idea what you are doing.

Jimin has no idea how long you have been sitting like this either. It breaks his heart to see you like that though. Someone who is always so strong, looking so shattered before him. He immediately enters the shower switching off the faucet, crouching in front of you, trying not to get his pant wet on the bathroom floor.

“Y/n....” He shakes you by the arm gently when you don’t respond, still gaining no reaction from you. “What have you done to yourself....”

You are this close to losing the little bit sanity left in you, this close to burying your face between your knees and sobbing miserably. But you don’t allow yourself to cry properly, not in front of Jimin. You don’t want to burden him with your tears, not now, not ever. But like always, Jimin knows. He knows why you keep wiping your tears away every other minute and why your voice is getting stuck in your throat and not leaving you.

Making up his mind, he gets up and switches on the faucet again, before sitting right behind you, legs on either side, both your knees against his, his entire body cradling yours. He gently removes your hair band letting you hair drop over your shoulders, and pulls you back into his arms, as you feel his chest against the length of your back, and his breath at the crook of your neck. And he gently holds you in his embrace as the water continues to fall on you both sitting on the bathroom floor silently, and you allow yourself to cry again. Hot hot tears make their way down your face, every bottled up emotion slowly finding its release. This is just what you needed, silence and a way to let your tears flow in the quiet. Jimin’s presence makes it all the more comforting.

But before minutes turned into hours, you snap back into your senses realizing what you are doing.

“Jimin....”

He reacts instantly, straightening up, “Are you alright?”

You nod softly as he stands up, switching off the faucet and holds his hand out. You look up at him properly for the first time in days now. He stands drenched head to toe, dressed in a formal white shirt and black pant which he often wore to this workplace. Normally the way his shirt is sticking to his body would have affected you but not tonight. Too many unexpected things happened tonight. One was the phone call and the other, Jimin’s presence.

You hesitatingly take his hand as he helps you stand, joints aching a little from the rigid position you were seated in. Before you can say anything though, Jimin quickly rushes out of the bathroom, returning with a towel which he hands you and a pair of your clothes which he hangs on the nearby stand. Slightly contemplating on what to do, he hesitates then decides to leave again, closing the door behind him as he goes giving you your privacy. You slowly step out of the shower in your dripping wet clothes and strip out of them before drying yourself gently, skin still sensitive everywhere from hours of staying in the water. You look in the mirror at your swollen eyes and red face. You are glad it was impossible to see one’s heart. You don’t want to see what a mess yours was at the moment.

When you change and step out, Jimin has already dried himself, changed and is waiting for you, standing right up the moment he sees you, walking to you. Unexpectedly, he guides you towards the edge of the bed making you sit down and takes the towel from your hand, gently drying your hair as you sit with your knees between his legs, looking up at him questioningly through the wet strands.

“You’re going to catch a cold if its wet for long.”

You know that. You’re a science major of course you know that, but you just keep quiet. Today you need him more than ever because you know and so does he, that he is the only one who can handle the broken pieces of you. You look down as tears form in your eyes again, but Jimin crouches down, getting on his knees before you, lifting your head by the chin.

“You don’t have to hide them from me Y/n.” He smoothly tosses the towel on the near by chair and holds your hands in his. “It’s okay. Don’t hide them.”

He strokes the back of your hand gently, looking at how much thinner you have gotten over the past few weeks. “I know how you are feeling Y/n. This...this isn’t going to be an easy phase. For you or for me, as a matter of fact. But I’m always there for you Y/n. Always there to talk. To cry. To scream. I’m always there.”

You feel your voice leaving you like a whisper. “Are you really?”

Jimin nods raising his head and you can see, his eyes are glassy as well. “Am I not?”

No matter what the relationship between you and Jimin seemed like, no matter what you both made it look like, no matter what happened, you knew Jimin was always there for you. When you got the phone call in the evening though, he was not home. And as you sat in the shower screaming and wailing and crying till it was so hard to breathe and even harder to cry, the only things that listened to you were the walls and the silence Jimin left you in.

But seeing him by your bed again, the feeling returns to the back of your mind. The feeling that Jimin is always there, no matter what.

He helps you stand, holding your shoulders as he leads you to bed, making you lie down, pulling the covers over you.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” He tucks you in properly before taking a step back, ready to leave you alone again. You don’t think you can bear it anymore, not when everyone you want seems to be leaving you. You hold his hand just as he is about to go but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Stay. Don’t leave.

But he doesn’t ask anything either. He simply switches off the bed lamp and slips under your comforter with you in the darkness of the night.

“Try to sleep Y/n.” He pushes the strands of your hair off your face and slowly pats your head. “It’s going to be a long night otherwise.”

“If you were me, would you be able to sleep?”

Jimin is silent for a while. You can’t see his face but he is looking at you sadly, you know. “No. I’d be crying my eyes out. I’d probably even be screaming the whole night.”

“I did that.” You whisper into the nothingness. “You weren’t there.”

It’s as though a lump is stuck in Jimin’s throat. You think he’s tearing up. His voice is usually like this when he cries.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I should have-”

“You couldn’t have, it’s not your fault.”

“But it is.” He insists. “I could have come back earlier but I chose to stay. I chose to stay away for a while so I could gather my thoughts and think everything through....”

“You went away on purpose.” You speak softly in the silence.

“It was hard to be okay seeing you over and over again and not knowing what to do.. I thought we should take that space and I was wrong. I should have been here, its my fault-”

“No.” You whisper. “I’m sorry. If not for me none of this would have happened. Like so many things, I’m the one to blame.”

Jimin is silent, letting you speak, pour your heart out.

“I’ve always been so stupid Jimin. You’re mother told me. She told me he wasn’t feeling well, she asked me to come see him. I didn’t listen. I was all about work and work and work that I prioritized it over my father. My own father. And now look. He’s gone.”

You can feel your breath hitching in your throat as the tears begin to spring up once again. And you are crying, sobbing full fledged, hot hot tears making their way down your face. Jimin pulls you towards him and you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, weeping uncontrollably. His arms cradle you gently as his hand slowly moves against your hair, stroking you calmingly. It takes a while for the hics to stop and your breath stabilize to again so you could find your voice and Jimin is patient with you the whole while.

“I should have gone to see him. I’m stupid Jimin. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have-”

“Shh shh Y/n.” He holds you tighter and you reciprocate, snuggling into his warmth as your tears stained his shirt. “I know you want to speak right now. But you need to sleep Y/n. It’s going to be a long night otherwise. And it won’t be easy.”

“Will you be here?” You didn’t think he’d hear it. You didn’t really want him to.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You can feel his lips on the crown of your head but the tiredness of your body, the scent of his and the dull thumping of his heartbeat against your chest all lull you to sleep.

Whether it’s the sudden fear that he’s not there which wakes you up in the middle of the night or thirst, you don’t know. Yes your throat did feel dry and you did badly want water but the sight before you makes you forget everything because it is the only thing that matters.

Jimin is in a deep slumber like he hadn’t had the chance to sleep this well in days now. His lips are slightly parted and his breathing rhythmic, chest moving up and down slowly. His face is millimeters apart from you but not touching yours - nose, lips, all hovering next to each other. It’s times like this that remind you why you’re so in love in with him and why doing this was so hard. You want to kiss him, run your hands all over him, make him yours and become his in every way possible but there’s a part of you that will never allow you to do that. The part that drowns in guilt every day.

And the sight you longed so much for is before you only till the sun would rise a few hours from later, so closing your eyes you let your nose graze his, your breaths mingling and forced yourself to sleep once you’ve memorized the picture of him like this. A part of you wants to wish the sun will never rise but experience tells you that to wish for something so big is so dangerous, and so you simply fall back to sleep before feeling his arms wrap you tighter once again.

When you wake up in the morning Jimin isn’t before you. Your heart is just about sink because of his absence but you can feel the weight of his arm around you and his breath against the nape of your neck. You turn, just a little bit, just enough to see his face as he slowly opens his eyes, blinking, looking dazed. It takes a whole minute before he can open them fully and look at you.

“Did you sleep well?” He looks at you, arms still around your waist.

“Much better than I thought I would.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you? Shall I make something?” You try to get up but he isn’t letting you go.

“How about you shower and I’ll see about breakfast?” Jimin sits up, stretching. You follow his action as he slips out of bed, and you nod to his proposal. Your body is too tired all over to protest.

As you pull up your messy hair into a ponytail Jimin watches you standing at the edge of your bed, the features of his face molded with concern,

“What?”

He shakes his head, his hand cupping your cheek, lifting it to look in your eyes. “Are you okay?”

His eyes show so much but you can’t understand it. Sometimes words are the most important but both of you aren’t finding the right ones to say to each other. You take his hand in yours and stare at how they fit in each other.

“I don’t know Jimin.”

He tightens his grip on your hand and leans in, kissing your forehead softly. “Everything will be fine.” He pulls back, a small reassuring smile on his face.

You nod letting his hand go and he takes it back, walking away. And as he leaves your heart as usual is beating at double the speed.

After shower when you go down, true to his word Jimin is nearly done with making breakfast. The smell of pancakes is wafting through the living room as you walk out of the room. Jimin looks up from his task of pouring juice into the glass as you approach and frowns.

“It’s strange seeing you in pajamas in the morning.”

“You didn’t exactly leave me with a choice.” You sit down at the kitchen counter as he sets the plate before you, pancakes stacked clumsily. “You called Jin.”

Jimin looks apologetic. When you came out of the shower and checked your phone, Jin’s message surprised you. A week’s holiday and an extended submission date for your projects - obviously your boss had got the news and there could be no one but Jimin who gave it to him.

Jimin whispers a small sorry before producing an envelope from his back pocket and slides it across the table towards you. You look at him perplexed before taking it, scrounging through its contents. It’s two flight tickets to Seoul.

“I needed to know how long we could go for......”

You are still staring at the tickets, mind fuzzy.

“Y/n?”

“I.....I don’t want to go Jimin. I can’t.” You drop the tickets on the table, taking your hands back to your lap. “I didn’t go all the while he was there. If I go now, the guilt will crush me. I....I don’t think I can take the burden of that. I already carry enough....”

“Y/n.” Jimin leans across the table letting out a sigh. “I understand how you feel but shouldn’t you go to him one last time? You’re his daughter Y/n. He deserves a send off from you doesn’t he?”

“But Jimin-”

“No buts.” He cuts a piece of pancake for you and holds it out with a fork. “Eat now. I’ll start packing, the flight is in a few hours.”

You look at him, begging to not do this. But he’s adamant. and you know, no amount of argument is going to stop Jimin from taking you to Seoul. You let out a sigh and take the fork from him, causing him to smile.

As you take a bite, surprised at the good taste, Jimin stands up ready to leave. “Not bad. When did you learn to make this?”

“Home economics.” You raise an eyebrow as he shrugs. “What, I told you remember? I took it cause the teacher was hot.”

You actually smile a little at that, shaking your head. “Still, I didn’t know you were capable of doing this by yourself.”

Jimin smiles tucking his hands in his pockets, walking towards you and then behind. “Of course I am. In fact, it’s you who wasn’t supposed cook after getting married.”

His words pleasantly surprise you making you turn around to look him. “You...you remember that?”

Jimin stops walking and looks over his shoulder at you. “I don’t think there’s anything about you that I have forgotten Y/n.” And he walks away, leaving you simply watching him.

Three hours later you’re walking in the departure hall of the airport with your luggage checked in and boarding ticket in your hand. The other hand is held by Jimin who quietly took it as you got out of the taxi about an hour ago and he hasn’t let it go since then. You don’t feel like letting go either.

It’s only when you reach the waiting area outside the gate that Jimin lets go and goes to get the two of you a coffee. As the two of you silently drink it, you can’t help think about how different yet similar the relationship between the two of you was compared to the last time the two of you were in the airport. Close yet far. Distant yet near.

You take the window seat on the plane and Jimin the one next to you.

As the plane takes of you are looking out at the runway, at how the city is getting smaller, at how Seoul is getting closer.

Jimin is looking only at you.

For nearly 5 hours after take off, you sit down under the small light working through your laptop, making your reports and analysis. Jimin went through some magazines, listening to songs for a long time to perhaps give you company, till he gave up being too exhausted and his eyes falling shut, head rolling to the side from time to time as he dozes off. When your joints feel stiff and you stretch, you take a minute to just look at him. At how peaceful he looks when he’s asleep. At how much he looks like Jimin back in the days you were best friends. You can’t help but get a feeling that the Jimin you knew all these years is back and with you again. But then again, it’s not him who had changed. It was you who had.

Jimin’s eyes flutter open slowly at the commotion the baby many seats down the aircraft was creating and his eyes fall on you looking at him. Unlike most times, you don’t quickly look away, pretending like you weren’t looking at him. Instead you continue watching, as Jimin straightens out worried, snapping out of his sleep.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “You look like a baby when you sleep.”

Jimin laughs softly at that. “You would too. If only you let yourself sleep.” He shuts your laptop and puts his arm around you pulling you closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “Sleep for a while Y/n.”

And the moment your eyes flutter shut, you are fast asleep.

The next time you and Jimin share such close proximity is nearly 12 hours later. As soon as you got off the plane, both of you pull out your shades and scarves, covering your face from any possible media person. Then you sit in the cab, Jimin in front, you at the back. It’s a 3 hour drive home. The whole of the 3 hours though, nothing transpires between you both. You pretend you are lost looking at the traffic of the streets of Seoul while truly watching his tensed expression as he checked his phone, every other minute as though he was expecting someone important or needed to do something crucial. You didn’t ask, he didn’t tell.

When you reach the familiar looking mansion, your first thought is to run away. To not want to face whatever is waiting. All the guilt, all the regrets. You don’t want to face any of them. The moment you get off the cab Jimin’s mum pulls you into her tight embrace. Those two moments of motherly comfort are enough to make your eyes brim with tears. It’s even worse when you hear her starting to sob sorrowfully but you refuse to cry again. Not like this, not in front of everyone. Jimin stands behind you, comfortingly rubbing her back as Mrs. Park pulls back and wipes her tears while you blink away your own.

“Hush now...We are all there for you Y/n. We are always there.”

You nod, drawing back as the servants of the house arrive taking your luggage in one by one. Mrs. Park puts her hand on your cheek softly.

“It must have been a very tiring flight dear. How about you and Jimin head to his room, freshen up and rest for a while?”

You nod again and follow her inside, with Jimin right behind you. The house is still just as you remember it and Jimin’s room, even more so. The moment you step into his room it’s like coming home from a long vacation. Everything feels so safe and comforting, everything brings up a new memory.

There is dust gathering on the window seat where you and Jimin used to hang out for hours together, you reading a book and him thoughtlessly playing with your toes as he texted his girlfriends on his phone.

“Jimin stop it.” You pull your foot back not looking up from your book.

“Hmm.” Jimin doesn’t let you go.

“Jimin that tickles.” You look up at him to see him sitting across you on the window seat, absolutely immersed in his phone.

“Hmm.” He’s barely even listening to you. You roll you eyes.

“Jimin I’m serious!” You lean forward grabbing the phone from him as he looks shocked immediately reaching for it.

“Y/n give it back!”

“I’ve been talking to you the last 5 mins you’ve barely looked at me.”

“I’m sorry it’s just this is important-“

“Who is it?” You look at the name. Hye Jung. You let out a sigh, giving Jimin a cold look before slapping the phone back onto his hand.

“Sorry.” Slamming your book shut, you slide down from the window seat. “Didn’t realise you had such important things.”

“Hey Y/n.” He holds your hand as you start to walk away, tilting his head and looking into your eyes. “Nothing and no one is ever, more important than you.”

Jimin sits on the couch as you walk around it - the couch where you used to laughingly fight as you beat him in the video games or spent nights together binge-watching seasons of Friends.

“You’re cheating!” You look at Jimin shocked

“I did not!”

“You literally pulled the control out of my hand!”

“You dropped it, don’t blame me!”

“You’re a liar Jimin! I’m not playing with you anymore.”

“You’re a sore loser Y/n.”

“I’m not!” You smack him lightly on the arm. “You’re the one being petty!”

“Ow! This isn’t fun anymore.”

“You suggested this!” You look at him incredulously. “I wanted to finish watching season 2 of friends!”

“We can watch later, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon anyways.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I have a house to go back to Jimin?”

Jimin shakes his head firmly. “Not going.”

He beats you narrowly as he crosses the finish line and drops the game control grinning. “That was the best game ever, it couldn’t be more fun.”

You roll your eyes, as he sinks further into the couch. “You literally said it wasn’t fun half a minute ago.”

Head resting back he turns to you, giving you a lopsided smile. “Nothing with you is not fun Y/n.”

As you open the wardrobe before which you would stand and argue about Jimin’s pathetic fashion sense, you see some of your clothes are still hanging there like they always do.

“I can’t stay over tonight Jimin, stop whining.”

“But why not? It’s late and I don’t feel like walking you over to your house now.”

“We have school tomorrow idiot and I’m not sleeping in jeans, I can only sleep in my night clothes.”

“There are so many of your night clothes in my house, literally.” He flings to wardrobe open. “Almost half your wardrobe is here.”

“None of my shorts are.” You point out. “It’s really hot tonight, I want to sleep in my shorts.”

“I’ll switch on the A.C for you?”

“I’m leaving Jimin.”

“Wear one of mine then! I have a lot of shorts anyways-“

“No, sorry, even if it’s just to sleep, I am not wearing those unfashionable shorts of yours, no way.”

“They’re not unfashionable!”

“What boy wears shorts that short Jimin? I barely see girls wear clothes that short.”

“Good for you then isn’t it? You’re a girl, you wear them and sleep.”

“I’m not wearing them, end of story, give me my house keys Jimin.”

He looks at you straight in the eye, “Stay Y/n, please.”

And that night you end up sleeping there in just his shirt, still refusing to wear his shorts, but unable to refuse him.

You walk by the bed, where you spent so many nights falling asleep, as you go to the bathroom, washing your face with the cold waters. Everything in the room held memories that were both painful and comforting.

When you come out, Jimin is still sitting on the couch but with his mother now, engaged in a conversation that did not exactly seem pleasant. Their expressions change the moment they see you, not fast enough for you to not see, enough for you to have questions.

“What happened?”

“Nothing dear.” His mother stands up, slightly worried as Jimin walks up to you putting an arm around you. “I was just telling Jimin here that you both seem to be doing much better now, I can see something has changed.”

Being hurt always changes a lot of things.

You looked at Jimin, well aware. “What’s wrong Jimin? I know something is.”

“Nothing is wrong Y/n, it’s just....” His mother sighs, watchiing you cautiously. “Your father.... It’s the third day today Y/n, he needs to be cremated. The hospital authorities have called saying we need to bring him.....” She stops seeing how you’ve blanked out. “It’s your last chance to-”

“Please.” You look at her pleadingly. “I don’t want to see him.”

“Y/n, honey, he’s your father-”

“Precisely why I can’t do this.” You turn to Jimin, begging him with your eyes. “I listened to you I came to Seoul because you insisted, but please don’t ask this of me. Please don’t make this any harder for me than it already is. I don’t want to go.” He nods his head as he allows you to bury your face at the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms around your shoulder protectively.

“Mum, give us five minutes.”

Jimin’s mother probably nodded because you didn’t hear her voice but you did hear her footsteps as she leaves. Jimin gently rubs his hand against your arm.

“Listen Y/n, if you don’t want to go, no one is going to force. But this is the last time you can see him...”

“See him lifeless? See him like that when I know he will never hug me back, he will never smile at me, he won’t ever.....Oh god no Jimin. I don’t ever want to see him like that, I don’t ever want such a picture in my head, I can never live with it......I can’t.”

“I know, I understand. If this is your choice, then I’ll respect it. But then, at least I should go Y/n. See him off for the both of us.”

You pull back letting him go as he takes a step back. “I’ll be back soon yeah?” He takes another step stopping by the door. “Don’t worry, if anything just call me alright?”

With that he leaves as you sink onto the couch, lost in thoughts, contemplating on how wrong a decision this might have been. Should you go and seen him? What was the point of seeing him after he was gone? Why didn’t you go all these days?

You know why. You know exactly why.

“You called, father?” You peak into the library of your house to see your father sitting on the rocking chair in front of the fire, a book in his hand. He looks up as you enter, removing his glasses to see you better.

“Ah Y/n, come sit.” He beckons you and you sit cross legged on the floor in front of him, extending your hands to feel the warmth of the fire.

“Grown too old to sit in my lap isn’t it?”

You laugh, nodding. “A little too old yes.”

“Old enough for a lot of things Y/n.”

“What do you mean dad?”

“Y/n,” He leans forward tiredly. “You are the only child I have, my only successor, the only one who can take over my business.”

Your face falls realizing what this talk is about. Your father notices it immediately.

“Oh no Y/n. I’m not asking you to take over. I know you don’t want to, you’ve never showed interest for business. Being a scientist, wanting to work in the London, I’m not asking you to let go all those dreams Y/n, I’v always wanted my daughter to do whatever she wants, live life like she wants to.”

“Then what is it?” You frown confused. “If this is not about me inheriting your business then what do you want to talk about?”

“This is still about my business Y/n. If you can see, I’m growing old.” You reach forward and hold his hand. He chuckles at your worry and then turns serious again.”I worked long and hard for this business Y/n. It’s so hard to just let it go to someone else. Besides, there are so many jobs at risk if I let someone take over. So many families that run on those jobs.”

“I’m so sorry dad. I -”

“Don’t apologize dear. I’m not blaming you. I told you, seeing you live your dreams will make me the happiest.” He smiles fondly. “But I don’t want to let the business go so easily. However.....There’s a way I can still ensure it’s safe.”

“How?”

“By merging with the Park’s business.” He proceeds to clarify seeing the confused look on your face. “If we merge our business with the Parks, being the loyal friends they have been for over 30 years now, I know it will be in good hands and that even if I’m not leading it, my opinion will still be respected. But agreements on paper never last long Y/n. Money can make any friend a foe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this business deal has to be more than a business deal. And I need your help for it.”

“How can I help dad?”

“Marry into the Park family Y/n.”

You eyes widen at the request. “.....What?’

“I know this is sudden and unexpected but you know I won’t ask you for anything unless I’m helpless. I can’t think of any other way Y/n. This business was as much your mother’s hard work as mine dear. I can’t find any other way to keep it safe.”

You’re silent, mind working fast on the hundreds of things this could mean. You marrying Jimin? You being a part of his life as his wife? You were best friends, what could this mean? How would things change now?

“I’m sorry this is too much to ask Y/n. You’ve grown up with him all your life, I assumed this would be alright with you...”

“But I want to go back to London dad. I want to work there, will he-”

“He’s agreed to follow you there Y/n. We are anyways looking forward to expand the business there. He needs to be there anyways.”

Really? Jimin in London? But you can’t imagine it. Jimin had all his life wanted to stay in Seoul. You remember one summer vacation when you asked to come to London for university he refused, saying he couldn’t dream of a life away from Seoul, that there was no where else he could think of as home. You remember because it disappointed you. Because your desires were so different. Because it meant you could never dream of a life together with him. But now, he was willing to come? For you? But this wedding....What did he think of it?

“And he?” You ask looking up. “Is he okay with this...”

“I’m only asking you after he said yes Y/n.”

Suddenly you feel giddy with nervousness, butterflies attacking every corner of your stomac. This. This is perhaps exactly how everyone feels when a dream comes true.

“Yes. Yes I’ll marry him.”

Your father looks pleasantly surprised, but so happy as he pats your head, smiling. “Thank you Y/n. The Park family will be happy to know you have agreed to marry their elder son, Hoseok.”

And instantly, every single of those dreams come crashing down.

You blamed your father for it. You blamed everything on him. On the one man you trusted would only do something if it meant you good, the one man you loved more than anyone, the one man you never thought would be the cause of this. Knowingly or unknowingly, he had ruined everything.

All your life, you were nothing but thankful to him, for a lot of things. For being the reason you met Jimin in the first place, for his one decision of buying a house in the same locality as him, sending you to the same playschool as him. You were thankful he let you have sixteen beautiful years in the company of Jimin’s friendship. For letting you have those late nights out with your best friend, for laughing with you when you told him about all your silly antics, for consoling you every time you and Jimin had a silly argument. You were really, really grateful to him.

Even when your mother passed away the year you entered high school and your father isolated himself from everyone, submerging deeper and deeper into his work to handle his pain, you weren’t hurt. When he took you away from Korea to London, away from your friends, from everything, all you did was sympathize. He was going to the city he met your mother, a place that held thousands of memories of her that he wanted to live with. You were still thankful that at least once a year, every summer for eight years straight he brought you to Seoul, to Jimin. He let you have those two months to revive the friendship you missed every moment you spent without your best friend.

Until the ninth summer he brought you here and everything changed, your life falling apart into a horrible mess. For this, you blamed your father. You blamed him for your confused marriage, your shattered friendship, your workaholic nature. Everything.

Though really, it wasn’t his fault. It was never his fault. He never wanted anything but the best for you. But you didn’t stop blaming him. Because its so much easier to hold someone else responsible over things you had no control over. It’s so much more easier to point fingers at one person than try and understand what they did and why they did it. You took the easy way out. You simply held him responsible, looking over your own mistakes simply saying the fault was his, refusing to speak to him or even see him. You were hurt every time you thought about him, you thought you’d be even more hurt if you saw him again. But now that he was not there anymore, you realise how much more hurt you are.

Breaking away from your thoughts you see the sky getting darker. The cars of Jimin’s family enter the estate, his mother, father and sister getting down. Jimin is nowhere to be seen. Where was he?

Still wondering, you stand up and decide to submerge yourself in work instead, like you always do when you don’t want to think too much. A little something you had learnt from your father.

After unpacking the suitcases and arranging them in the room, showering and even cleaning up the room a little, you find yourself nearly three hours after the sun had completely set, finishing eating dinner alone in the room. You sit across the most colorful wall of Jimin’s room staring at the pictures of the two of you and your years of memories. They were such beautiful photographs, such wonderful days. There’s pictures of you two all the way from when you were in diapers to your individual high school graduation pictures in two different countries altogether. There’s memories of you in the arcade, in the amusement park, of all the birthday parties you threw for him and his surprised reactions. You’re both smiling and laughing so beautifully in each of them. Except the two latest additions on the wall - your wedding photo and the picture of you both sleeping in each other arms in Maldives. They hurt in a strange way.

You are still staring at them when Jimin finally returns, standing right behind you.

“You looked beautiful on prom day.”

Your vision tunnels on the one photo of you and Jimin standing with your dates in front of the school building. You remembered how much fun Jimin had that night and how much you didn’t, seeing another girl in his arms while having to stand in the arms of another man.

“Did.....Is everything done?” You can feel your voice shaking.

“They cremated him. His ashes have been brought back though, once we read his will, we shall know what he wanted us to do with them. The lawyers are working on some formalities, it should be here in a day or two.”

You nodded silently before speaking up, turning to face him, “Do you think it was a stupid thing to do? To not see him one last time? I didn’t even apologize for everything, didn’t tell him how much I loved him and what he meant to me.”

“Sometimes you don’t need to speak to let the other person know whether you love them or not or how much you love them. If they love you enough they will know.”

For a moment it seems like he’s talking about something else, looking sadly out of the window but then he turns to you again. “You didn’t need to say anything to him Y/n, you had no need to apologize. Your father always thought you were a wonderful daughter Y/n, even though you let the guilt sit in you that you couldn’t do much for him, you did everything he wanted - he wanted to see you live you’re dream, become that scientist you so badly wanted to become. And he saw you live it. I think he went contended Y/n, you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

“Then I should have at least thanked him for everything don’t you think?”

“You can do that now also Y/n.” He takes your hand and places it on your beating heart. “Your father shall always be here. You can thank him all you want whenever you want to.”

You smile slightly because its so simple. Its such a simple answer to a problem that was beginning to eat you on the inside.

“Thank you Jimin....you just saved me from becoming miserable all over again.”

He smiles as the clock makes an echoing sound in the room and he turns to it.

“Go to bed Y/n. It’s late and you should rest.”

You nod, walking to the wardrobe grabbing your night clothes and then into the washroom, and that’s when you realise - Something wasn’t right with Jimin. He was talking to you well, paying attention to your words, being concerned about you but the moment you turned and looked at him through the mirror, he settled on the couch and had his phone out, looking worried at it. Even after you come out after a shower he is still on it and through your entire skincare routine too.

"Should I get dinner put on the table for you?” You walk up to him slowly.

“I ate already, just grabbed some street snacks because I was getting late.” He speaks, still on his phone.

You clear your throat, a little hesitant. “Everyone came back in the evening, what took you so long?”

Jimin finally looks up from that little device. “Nothing important....just....just something I had to do. Don’t worry about it.”

“Is it done?” You look at him questioningly. “Whatever you had to do?”

“Not yet.” You can see the disappointment in him. “But hopefully soon. I’m sure it’ll be.” He stands up, holding your hand to help himself up. “It’s not too important Y/n, don’t bother. You should sleep now, I’ll shower and come.”

As you nod he leaves, scourging through the wardrobe as you slip under the covers. You decide to stay awake at least until he comes, hoping maybe if you ask him once more he’d tell you whats been bothering him ever since he stepped into Seoul but you can’t do it and your eyes flutter shut, pulling you into a deep sleep.

For some reason though you wake up in the middle of the night and when you do, Jimin is not next to you. You panic for a second, instantly sitting up, only to see him at the window seat, illuminated by the moonlight, still fidgeting with his phone. Sighing softly, you kick the sheets off of you, get up and walk to him, and its not until you place your hand on his shoulder that he realizes you’ve woken up.

“Y/n! God you startled me a little-”

“Is everything okay?”

“What? Yeah yeah of course. Just jet lag I guess, I wasn’t feeling very sleepy….” He rubs his neck nervously. You already know he’s lying to you. It’s the same thing still bothering him. “You should go back to sleep Y/n, why’d you wake up? You seem so tired moreover-”

“You’re as exhausted as I am.” Even though he asked you not to worry about it, you can tell by his tensed self that something was seriously going on and he won’t tell you, perhaps to not add to your worries? You don’t know but right now it wasn’t important to know what it was. You just needed him to be okay.

You hold your hand out to him. “Come to bed Jimin.”

He looks at your outstretched hand and takes it, fingers intertwining with a soft smile that makes your heart melt just a little. As you walk hand in hand, climbing into the bed, you don’t know which of you is being taken care of. When you slip under the sheets together, he wraps his arms around you tightly, chin brushing your forehead, and you know for sure now that he’s been hurt, that some part of him is aching.

“Jimin.”

“Hmm.” You can hear him hum in the darkness.

“If there’s anything wrong, you can tell me.”

He’s quiet for a bit. “What’s wrong is….. I don’t know what’s right anymore Y/n.”

You pull back, looking at him in the soft moonlight, eyes meeting his. “What do you mean?”

“You and I. We. Are we right?”

You blink, swallowing on nothing. “I don’t understand.”

“This.” He looks at where your hands meet as the wrap around each other. “Is this right?”

You begin to draw back. “Jimin I-“

“I don’t know any more Y/n.” He tightens his hold around you and you can see his eyes are glassy. “I don’t know anything, and right now, I don’t want to either. I just for once, don’t want to analyse anything, about what’s right and what’s wrong, about what I should do and what I shouldn’t. I want to do what I want without thinking so much about it.”

“Then don’t.” You bring your hands up to his face, softly wiping his tears before they spilled. “If it hurts you to think so much, then don’t.”

“And the consequences?”

You sigh. “There’s no point thinking about them. We waste half our lives thinking about consequences of actions we really want to do. We hurt ourselves thinking about it, and then we hurt ourselves again when we do it. Because if that’s what the heart wants, end of the day, that’s what we end up doing. We end up hurt no matter what Jimin and I’ve learnt these days that maybe it’s just better to let whatever come when it has to. Maybe it’s better to learn to deal with the pain in the end than hurting ourselves twice.”

Jimin takes a breath.

“No point you say?”

You shake your head, pushing his hair back softly.

“No point.”

“Okay then.”

He leans forward pressing a soft kiss on your lips, his hands sliding down your back, curving against your waist. Your eyes widen in surprise as you feel him against you and he whispers by your lips. “Please Y/n.....I don’t want to think tonight.”

Your heart hurts at the despair in his voice. What was going on with him? Why was he so pained? His forehead is against yours, his parted lips are still waiting for you - he needs your approval. He needs you.

Weaving your fingers into the curls of his hair you nod and he lets out the breath he has been holding, kissing you gently once more, pushing you back into the bed as he hovered over you, before drawing back to look into your eyes, sadness etched in them. Taking his face into your hands you leave a trail of kisses from on his forehead down to between his eyes to his nose, and then take his lips with yours, which Jimin audible reacts to. He continues it, pecking the corner of your lips and then across your jawline, down your neck, along your collar bones as your back arches up against him and his hands slide down your thighs.

Suddenly rising up, he grabs the material of his jumper at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, tossing it over the headboard and in the bare illumination of the room you see something gleaming around his neck, something that makes your heart run fast. You reach up for it as lowers himself back on you, hands on either side of you, frowning as you fingers touch the cold metal of his wedding ring hanging like a pendent.

“It was a little loose, I couldn’t lose it.”

“All this time,” You look up at him remembering every moment you wondered why Jimin never wore his ring. “All this while you had it?”

He nods. “All this time”

As an overwhelmed emotion bubbles in you, you raise yourself to kiss him and he returns it, the passion in his act growing with every passing minute. You run your hands down his bare back as he hooks his hand behind your knees and pulls it up, closer to him, feeling the silky material your night shorts slide down, baring your skin to his fingers.

You push him off you, his back softly hitting the mattress, straddling him instead, and Jimin looks up at you, at the way your hair falls over your shoulder and the slight swelling of your lips because of him and his eyes turn darker. He pulls you closer to him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Why are you so beautiful?” He whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck, his hand reaching for the first button of your shirt, fumbling with it single-handedly, frowning as you pursed your lips, trying to stop a smile.

“I have a half mind to just rip this open.” He mutters under his breath, finally managing to undo one, moving down your body. You put your hand over his urgent ones, making him meet your eye.

“Just so you know, I’m not too fond of this shirt.” You whisper and he groans, taking less than half a minute to roughly snap the rest of them, exposing your dark blue bra and all the skin it did not cover as Jimin’s eyes trail down it agonizingly slowly as though he’s making a memory of every inch. You straighten, attempting to push the fabric off your shoulders but he doesn’t wait.

“Come here.” He pulls you down into the softness of the mattress, getting on top of you again with a kiss that took your breath away. He sits up, looking at you beneath him, at the way your silky shirt fanned around you letting him properly see everything and he looks at you in subtle awe.

“You really are beautiful Y/n”

And he’s littering kisses again. Down your neck, between your chest, in the dip of your belly button, making you shiver, your fingers tangling in his hair in a way that drew deep sounds from the back of his throat. Breaking away from you once more last time he gets onto his knees between your legs and looks at your worked up self, chest moving up and down way too obviously, as his hands running up your thighs slowing down as they reached the elastic of your shorts, hooking his fingers. You hold your breath waiting for him when you see the expression change slowly as though he realised something and then you see it flash in his eyes - guilt.

He wasn’t doing this because he needed you, he was doing this because he needed a distraction. This wasn’t right, he would only have regrets in the morning, this would only worsen your relationship, and right now, when things seem to be falling into place, you couldn’t have that happening. Before you can stop him though, you can see tears brim in his eyes as he shakes his head, shoulders drooping, his lips trembling. Worried, you quickly sit up as Jimin looks at you apologetically.

“Y/n I....I can’t....this.....this isn’t right, I can’t......I’m sorry....I’m so sorry....”

You nod your head understandingly, taking his face in your hands, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It’s okay, it’s alright.....don’t....” He breaks down miserably before you as you pull him closer to you and hug him, trying to calm him down.

“Jimin please don’t.....” He wraps his arms around you sobbing into your shoulder, as you pat his back softly waiting for him to calm down. Nothing stops him, nothing comforts him. Not the silence, not you, nothing. He continues to let out everything he had boxed up in himself until he feels you shiver slightly in his embrace. He pulls back immediately, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, “You’re cold,”

“I’m fine Jimin- hey.” You pointlessly wrap yourself with your unbuttoned shirt and wipe his tears away with your thumbs, pushing the hair falling into his face back. He leans towards you, reaching for his jumper behind you on the headboard and hands it without a word. You look at the thicker material take it and he looks away as you slide your shirt off your shoulders and pull his over your body quickly. When you reach out for him again, he swallows and moves back, refusing to let you touch him.

“No Y/n, I shouldn’t have.....oh god, you have your own things to worry about and look at me right now, making things harder for you and......”

“Hey Jimin no, don’t say that... just like you’ve been there for me, I’ll be there for you no matter what....”

He continues to shake his head though, “It’s selfish Y/n, it’s selfish of me to do this when you-”

You sigh. “No it’s not.” Taking his hand you lead him into the softness of the mattress, making him lie down. Reaching out for the covers by your feet, you pull them over him and lie down next to him, propped on your elbow, looking down at him. He pushes the duvet to cover you as well as you both look at each other, tucked under the sheets. “You didn’t want to think tonight right? So don’t. Just sleep Jimin, if you need me to be there in the morning, I will.”

Jimin nods slowly, as you put your arms around each other in the silence of the both your sorrows, letting the quietness slowly lull you to sleep.

The next morning you wake up before Jimin does.

It’s the knock on your door for your morning coffee that stirs you awake. Jimin is lying on his stomach, his arm still around you, head resting on your shoulder. You slowly push his hand away and he groans in his sleep, turning over. Sliding off the bed, you open the door to take your coffee and Jimin’s mother stands there with it.

“Mrs. Park!” You cover your mouth quickly realising you hadn’t brushed yet.

“Morning dear, sorry were you still sleeping? Thought I’d just check up on you once...”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine I was going to wake up anyways....everything is fine Mrs. Park.....everything is okay.”

You don’t know if you are reassuring her or yourself.

“That’s good dear, I’m glad. Jimin’s father and I are having breakfast in the lawn in half an hour, it would be nice if you join.”

You nod quickly, taking the tray of coffee as she pats your cheek fondly and leaves.

It’s only when you close the door that you realised how this looked. You in Jimin’s clothes, Jimin sleeping shirtless in your bed. Great. Whatever questions Mrs. Park had about your relationship with Jimin were all probably cleared today....with the wrong answers.

Were they the wrong answers though? What was the answer to Jimin and your relationship? How had last night changed things for both of you? You look at him, still sleeping, with his arm sprawled across his stomach, lips slightly parted. Putting the blanket on him properly, you sit down at the edge of the bed, the night’s events playing in your head.

What were you thinking, letting him do that? Even if Jimin didn’t think about what all that could mean, why didn’t you? You knew very well, yet you let it happen. And it wasn’t because you wanted, but because he needed it. What you didn’t understand was why? Why was Jimin in pain? You thought it was just you, but the tears last night say something else. Why won’t he tell you?

You sigh getting up, walking into the bathroom. Like hundreds of unanswered things between you two, this was another.

When head down to the lawn to have breakfast and greet Jimin’s parents, he’s still not awake. As you eat with them with occasional conversation, you tell them about what you had been speculating over for a while now.

“Mr. Park I was thinking,” You swallow your toast. “I’d like to take responsibility for organizing my father’s wake.”

Mr. and Mrs. Park exchange worried looks before Mrs. Park held your hand across the table. “Y/n dear, it’s alright we can-”

“I barely did anything for him while he was alive.” You look at her pleadingly. “Atleast after he’s gone I want to do the things I’m responsible for. Maybe this way, even if its by a little, I can reduce my guilt.”

Mrs. Park is about to argue again but her husband cuts her off. “I understand Y/n, and if that’s what you really want, then go ahead, I won’t stop you. Just know that anytime you feel like you can’t or you don’t want to do it, you can always come back to me.”

You nod thankfully as you feel a hand on your shoulder, and instantly recognize Jimin’s presence behind you. He drops a kiss on your forehead before sitting down next to you, greeting his parents. Unlike his usual way of eating where he savoured every bite, today Jimin eats breakfast as fast as he can, gulping the juice as he stands up and fishes out for his car keys still munching the last of the tuna sandwiches.

“What’s the hurry honey? Calm down a little.” Even Mrs. Park notices him.

“Just....” Jimin swallows hurriedly. “Just got work to do, I need to be somewhere urgently.”

You frown because you don’t understand what work he has that just cannot wait.

“Jimin wh-” He cuts you off with a kiss and a soft smile that makes you want to forget everything. “I might get late, don’t wait up.”

And with that he waves and leaves, half running, half jogging across the green. Mr. and Mrs. Park shake their heads in annoyance but there’s only worry coursing through your body.

The rest of the day though, you don’t have time to think about Jimin at all.

You realise only after you took over that looking after the preparations, was no small task. From caterers to venue to guest list, everything needed to be arranged, it was like the Christmas party all over again. Except Jimin wasn’t by your side this time.

And you’re so busy the whole day, you don’t even know when the sun went down and how you missed lunch and that Jimin is still not back. He doesn’t join for dinner or after you freshen up and change into your night clothes, to sleep. He’s still not back. You look at the empty bed and it seems so cold and lonely without him that you can’t bring yourself to lie down there. So you sit at the table with your laptop but you’re barely working, eyes flickering between the door and the clock as the hour hand moves from 12 to 1 to 2 to 3 but the door isn’t moving and Jimin is still not back.

You don’t find out when he came back, but you know he did because you wake up in your bed, with creases in the space next to you as though he’s been sleeping there. It’s almost 11 when you are up and you nearly hit yourself for oversleeping because there’s so much work to do. When you reach the living room though, Jimin is already seeing the caterers out.

“Y/n, you’re up.” He walks towards you smiling. “Seems like you had a nice sleep.” He pushes the hair falling messily onto your face.

“Was that the caterers?”

“Yeah just finalized the menu, the quantity though can only be decided-’ He flips through the pages of the folder in his hand. “-once the guest list is properly finalized-”

“Why’re you doing this?” You’re very confused by his actions. The past two days had been so...weird. He disappeared whenever he wanted to, came back as and when he wished. He started whatever he wanted, and stopped whenever he wanted. Just when you’re beginning to think that maybe things weren’t so bad, maybe both of you would share the same space comfortably again, he began hiding from you again, not letting you reach out to him. And now suddenly he;s out here to help you again, being there for you like you thought he would be and it’s all too confusing.

“What do you mean?”

“Till a couple of hours ago you were barely around to see what was going on with me and suddenly you’re here to lessen my burden? Why?”

You take a step towards him and hold his hand to show you’re not mad, you’re worried with whatever is going on with him. “What is it Jimin that you aren’t able to tell me?”

Jimin softly plays with your fingers, looking at it. “Its nothing significantly important Y/n.”

“You’re telling me that all this while you’ve been this worried and busy about something insignificant?”

“Its...its not that straightforward. Let’s just say its some mess I had to clear up and I don’t need to drag you into it.” He lets your hand go as he stuffs his hand in his pocket. “It’s just something I have to do on my own.”

It hurts. It hurts that he’s the one cutting you off now. You thought he just needed his time to tell you. But he didn’t seem to want to let you in at all. After all you had been through together, and after thinking things were getting better, he’s putting distance between you both again.

You take a deep breath nodding firmly and not so harshly take the file from his hand. “And this is something I have to do on my own.”

And with that you walk away, not even looking back at Jimin once more.

The whole day though, despite you refusing his help, he’s around doing something or the other.

It makes you feel a little more eased on the inside to see him around, a little less tensed, smiling even sometimes until you notice that no matter what he’s doing, he doesn’t forget to look at his phone every other minute. You decide to ignore it. It’s better to ignore things we don’t want to see.

Its about an hour after lunch time that he finally approaches you, taking your phone and file from your hand, leading you away despite your protests and questions.

“You need to stop working so much. There’s something else you need to do before.”

Jimin stops the car nearly three hours after driving.

He drove for so long and so far you had no idea where you were. It seems like a cliff though because all you can see before you is a short stretch of land and then the endless sky. You get down from the car and look behind you to see a thick forest and a small path from where you came. On either sides of you is a plunging fall downwards where the ocean crashed onto the rocks.

It was nearly time for sunset and you had never seen the sky look more beautiful. The yellow ball of fire is mixed with hues of orange, merging with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water. The clouds were cotton-candy, as though they blushed at the warm touch of the sun. Silhouettes of birds flew home across a sky that was now magenta; and the sun was half into the water, but its reflection in the sea made it look complete. The mauve of the dusky sky intensified, and the biggest star was ready to set and give way to a thousand other.

“I happened to stumble upon this place years ago when I was out on a drive.” Jimin gets out too, switching off the engine as you walk forward, close to the tip of the cliff but not close enough. He stands protectively next to you. “It helped me forget who I was, where I was, what was needed of me, it helped me forget everything. And since then this is the place I come to when I don’t want to face reality anymore. There’s something so ethereal about how it looks so I thought it would be the best place to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” You frown at him. What was all this about?

Your heart is suddenly beating at twice the speed, two times as loud as Jimin walks back to the car and goes behind opening the boot. Suddenly you are scared. Terrified of whatever this was. Say goodbye to each other? Was that what all this was about? Your fists are balled, held tightly in fear, anticipation and so much more. But when he returns what’s in Jimin’s hand worries you even more.

“Your father wanted his ashes scattered in nature. I couldn’t think of a better place than this.” He holds out the urn which holds the last of your father but you don’t react, you don’t move forward to take it, fists still tightly held till blood is starting to leak where your nails dig into your skin. “I’m sorry if it’s not what you would have gone for-”

“It’s better than what I would have imagined.” The words slip out of you because you don’t want Jimin blaming himself for anything. You don’t want him to feel hurt by his decision but you still haven’t made yours. You still haven’t thought whether you wanted to do this “But Jimin....I don’t think I’m ready to let go so soon.”

“He wouldn’t want you to hold on.” Jimin tries to make you see something you already know. You are just pretending you not to, hoping it would mean not facing reality.

“I know.”

“If this was what he wanted, he deserves to get it. it’s our responsibility to give it to him.”

“I know.” You know everything. But yet it’s so hard to do.

Jimin reaches for your hand and brings it up, placing the urn in your arms.

“This is your last chance to say something you want Y/n. Tell him everything you wanted to. Set him free. Set yourself free.” You look at him desperately but you know he’s right. Your father would have wanted this. “I’ll wait in the car if you don’t want me -”

You hold him by your free hand as he turns to leave. “Stay.”

Jimin looks uncertain but when you don’t let go, he stands next to you, lacing his fingers between yours, interlocking your hands.

You place the urn in front of you on the grass and take a deep breath not knowing where to start, there’s so much to say. So you shut your eyes and picture him, his smiling face instantly appearing in your head.

“You know what I loved most about you papa? This might sound stupid but it was your eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes that captivated me so much.” You open your eyes looking at the sky, speaking to the wind.

“There was something about them that I loved staring at ever since I was a child. Not something actually, there were a lot of things. I loved the little twinkle in them when you looked at mom, or the fondness I saw when you looked at me. I admired how you could keep them open despite hours of working so hard. I was scared of how they almost turned red when you scolded me but that fear used to be gone the moment tears filled in your eyes looking at mine. I loved how they crinkled at the sides when you laughed, how a furrow formed between them when you concentrated trying to help me get my math right. I loved everything about them except one. I hate that they are no longer before me. I hate that I didn’t take the chances I had to see them again. I love them so much that I hate that they’re shut forever now.” Jimin squeezes your hand softly as your voice gets stuck in your throat. You look at him to see him encouraging you to go on with a small nod.

“Do you remember how jealous you were of Jimin papa? That I would tell him all my secrets but not you? That I used to play with him in the evening and not with you? I remember the 8 year old me standing on the coffee table to match you height and promising you that from that day on I would tell you everything. I remember first coming home and sitting on your lap beside that fireplace and narrating the whole days events and you used to listen so bemusedly. You believed me when I told you a lion almost ate me in school, when I told you I saw dragon eggs hatch, when I told you a fairy godmother visited me every night. I wish it were all those stupid stories were all true, I wish I could ask this fairy godmother to give me one last chance to see life in your eyes again.” Tears are fully rushing down your cheeks by now. No more hiding. You are done holding them back.

“I’m sorry I never took every minute of my life to appreciate you, I’m sorry there were days that I spoiled, moments I ruined. I’m sorry for not being there when you wanted me to. I’m sorry I was so selfish. I’m sorry for everything. But there are so many things I have to thank you for. For giving me everything I wanted, for trying to make me happy when I lost those stupid competitions, for supporting me and all my dreams when no one else did, when I myself gave up. Thank you for being the best dad in the world, the best husband the world could give my mother, the best friend I could ever ask. I’ll miss you papa. I’ll miss your coffee and corny jokes and your company. I’ll miss coming home to see you sleeping on that armchair by the fireplace. I’ll miss you every time I see a flower because you taught me how to look at beautiful things the right way. I’ll miss our little arguments and the slamming of the doors. I’ll miss that aching feeling I used to have when we didn’t talk to each other, when we were silent. I’ll miss anything and everything that I see you in.” You wipe your nose with the back of your hand.

“But every time I think of you I’ll hope you are in a better place. I’ll hope you’re finally with your best friend, the woman you love and pined for so much. And when we meet one day in afterlife, I want you to know that I’ve just been waiting to embrace you once more and meet those beautiful hazel eyes that inspired me so much. I love you papa. I always will”

Your chest feels so much lighter all of a sudden. It’s an alleviated feeling, something that was much required after months and months of being suffocated.

“That was beyond beautiful.” You look at Jimin to see him looking at you intently, eyes glassy.

“It was all true.”

“Would you mind if I say something to him?”

It surprises you a little but you shake your head.

“Mr. Y/L/N....’ Jimin speaks, still thinking. “I remember quite some years ago, there was an article in the magazine about you. About your success and the business you and your wife started from scratch, where the interviewer called you a great man, an important asset of the society. When my father proudly showed it to you, you laughed and said it didn’t matter to you. The only person you wanted to hear it from was your daughter. You wanted her to be proud of her father, to see you as her hero, as her inspiration. And now that you’ve heard all she has to say to you, I think you must be happy where ever you are. There are so many achievements that can prove you were a great businessman, so many people who can prove you were a great friend. But I think this one daughter of yours is enough to show you are a good person. The way you she loves you shows the way you bought her up, the person she is because of you - fearless, loyal, passionate, hardworking - they all show what a good person you are. And I know she was your biggest happiness and your biggest worry. I know till the end you only thought about her happiness so today,”

He places your interlocked hands over the dull thud of his heartbeat. “I promise you she will always have me by her side. She will always have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold if she’s falling, a pair of eyes to look out for her, a pair of ears to hear everything she has to say. She will always have me by her side and even now when she is drowning herself in an ocean of guilt, I will try to be her life preserver. And when we meet one day in afterlife, I think we can thank each other for taking care of the woman who was most important to us both.”

Jimin turns towards you and you swallow the intense desire to throw yourself into his arms. Because that would be such an ordinary way to thank him. You don’t know how else to do it though, anything you do cannot describe what you were feeling.

“Thank you Jimin. That was......No one could have said anything nicer.”

He smiles, but it slowly fades, being replaced by worry as he lets your hand go.

“There’s something else Y/n....” Jimin takes a step back, then two.

“What is it?”

He turns and walks back to the car, bringing out another small urn from the boot. “There’s someone else who also needs to be sent off too.” He walks till he stands next to you, the black ceramic gleaming in his hand. “Someone who is still waiting for you.”

Your breath feels like its lost its purpose. “Is it him?” You take a step back, shaking your head in disbelief. “I didn’t think....I thought...”

“I couldn’t have done it without you Y/n.” Jimin confesses looking at the urn in his hands as he placed it next to your father’s on the ground.

“But I can’t....I can’t Jimin.”

“We have to Y/n. We should send off Hoseok hyung as well.”

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Big Hero 7

Baymax Returns Part 2

Hiro and Cora immediately ran out of the lab and into the night, and soon spotted the rouge skeleton out in the dark, which quickly ran out across the campus.*

Grandville: Mr. Hamada, Miss. Mizishio, What are you two doing here at this hour?

Hiro; We were..Studying! Yeah just..Came out for some fresh air! Wooh that's fresh!

Cora: *nodding vigorously* Uh huh! Gotta keep the oxygen flowing through our neural systems!

Hiro: Well, better go!

Grandville: Follow me you two.

* Hiro and Cora looked at each other, both worried what the Dean wanted with them.*

Hiro: Actually we-

* One glare from the Dean was enough to shut him up*

Hiro: -Have nowhere else we need to be! So we will follow you!

Cora: *Nodding*

* Both teens entered the building, looking back in the dark where the skeleton robot was missing in the dark, doing whatever they would think a rouge robot would do*

Grantville: When we first met, I was worried you two would become distracted by your own agendas...Or worse..

* She plopped down the teens' files...which, for Hiro, happened to be his police record*

Hiro: Oh... You know about the bot fighting?

Grantville: And I am also aware that you, Miss. Mizishio, while you have no record of your own, also participated in illegal bot fighting as well. But I have to admit, you both have shown discipline.

* While Grandville's slight praise about how the two teens had shown discipline over their previous illegal past time did ease their nerves only by a little bit, Hiro still noticed Cora looking rather uncomfortable as she was looking down at her lap while slightly gripping her skirt. Hiro was one of the very few people who knew the reason why Cora had taken up bot fighting in the first place, and the reason why she had no record was because he had always saved her from getting caught by the police every time. Hiro, being the good boyfriend he was when it came to Cora, felt he should say something to defend his girlfriend's past actions. Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves for what he was about to say to the Dean, Hiro spoke up*

Hiro: Uh...Professor Grandville? I have something to say about mine and Cora's past actions, i-if you'll allow me to explain that is.

Grandville: And what might that be Mr. Hamada?

Hiro: Well...While I don't have any good reasons for my taking up bot fighting, other than I was just bored and it was a lot of fun *laughing nervously*. B-but, that's not the point, the point is is that while I don't have a legitly good reason for bot fighting in the past, Cora however does.

Grandville: I see...And what exactly was this reason Miss. Mizishio?

* Cora, who had just been standing by listening as her boyfriend was trying to explain their, or rather her, past bot fighting activities, was at a sudden loss for words when Grandville asked her what her reason was. But Hiro, sensing her slight freeze up, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder while giving her a small reassuring and supportive smile. Trying to assure her that it was going to be okay telling Grandville the truth. Even though he was having a hard time believing that himself, remembering how she mentioned that she was tough but also fair, intermittently anyway, which didn't make either of their nerves any better, but there was no going back now that it was out in the open. So, Cora tried to take comfort from her boyfriend's reassurance and support while taking a deep breath herself and answered the Dean*

Cora: W-well, you see Professor, the reason I took up bot fighting was...Was because I-I was...*sigh* I was...T-trying to help out my father Mam'm...

* Grandville, while doing a great job not showing it, was actually surprised at the young blue-haired girl's answer. She had not been expecting that explanation as to why Cora had been bot fighting in the past. But knew there was more to the story*

Grandville: Explain.

Cora: W-well, you see Mam'm. For the longest time, my father had been unable to keep a job for very long due to his...Extensive height... So, I-I thought I could help him out by bringing in a new source of income all by myself in secret. Hence, bot fighting. I know it was illegal and wrong, but I felt like I didn't have much choice. Though admittedly...there was another option to make...But the other way to make money fast...is gross...and very dangerous...

Hiro: Cora?...

* Hiro and the Dean heard the slight hint of reluctance in Cora's voice as she turns quiet, to which they also noted that Cora was trying hard to compose herself from becoming upset. Whatever the second choice was, and Grandville, despite wanting to think otherwise, had a very disturbing idea as to what it was and what Cora was talking about, But wisely chose not to comment on it or make Cora say it. As she was obviously not ready to talk about it. So she decided to change the subject back to the matter at hand*

Grandville: I believe that will do for the moment Miss. Mizishio. Now back to the matter at hand, am I to understand that your father was not aware of your participation in bot fighting?

* Cora was grateful for the subject change but was still trying to keep herself calm after almost bringing up the mistake she almost made, and it didn't help that Hiro was now looking at her with a confused and concern look on his face. But at the moment all she wanted was to just finish explaining herself and get back to finding Baymax's skeleton with Hiro. And hope that Hiro wouldn't ask too many questions about her explanation, but even she knew that sooner or later, she'd have to come clean about what she had almost done. She was just mostly worried and afraid of how Hiro would react and how he would look at her when he found out*

Cora: N-no Mam'm...I was very careful to make sure my father had no idea what I was doing. He did finally find a job that would take him and after he had been hired and had a secure source of income, I knew he didn't need my help in secret anymore, so I quit bot fighting altogether. There was no need for me to do it anymore.

Grandville: Hmm, I see... Miss. Mizishio, while I don't condone anyone in partaking in illegal activities for whatever the reason may be, I can see from your explanation why you would take such steps in trying to help your family. I will however say this much though Miss. Mizishio, I do hope that in the future you will strongly consider making more wiser, productive and...safer choices when it comes to your endeavors. It would truly be a shame if someone of your intellect and potential were to lose her way by not fully...and carefully considering the consequences of her actions not just to herself, but to others as well.

Cora: Y-yes Professor Grandville. I will do my best...

Grantville: I am pleased that you have explained all of this to me though Miss. Mizishio. I understand that this must not have been easy for you to talk about though.

Cora: No Professor, it wasn't. But I am kinda glad I got it off my chest though, and even though this wasn't his intention, not all of it anyway, Hiro was just trying to defend my actions.

* Hiro, who's hand was still on Cora's shoulder, gave her a soft squeeze in an attempt to comfort her and as a way of giving her a small apology for unintentionally making her to talk about all of this*

* While the Dean was speaking however the rouge skeleton appeared behind the window*

Grantville: Well, despite all of that. You two are doing exceptionally well in your classes, you should both be very proud.

Hiro: No stop-

* Cora sweats nervously as Hiro stood up to address the skeleton..But stopped himself*

Hiro: No..Stop giving us compliments! Hehe! We don't want to get big heads!

Grantville: Then I'll just say this: Keep up the good work you two.

* Both Hiro and Cora stood up*

Hiro: We will!

Cora: Thank you Mam'm! We'll continue doing our best!

Hiro: Thanks, so..*fake yawn* tired. We better get home! Uh..Bye!

* The teens quickly left the room, sighing heavily from the long talk Cora went through and nearly being exposed for the skeletal rouge*

Hiro: Cora-

Cora: Look Hiro...*sighs* I know you probably want know what I...meant back there after I said I didn't have much choice... But right now, we've got a crazy rouge robot running around doing who knows what that we really need to get back before we get into more trouble than we already are. I'll tell you about it when I'm ready...Just...Give me some time and trust me on this please...

Hiro: *sighs* Alright. But we are going to talk about this eventually Cora. I don't like having secrets between us.

Cora: I know, I don't like having secrets between us either, and I'm really not trying to keep secrets from you Hiro, But I just...need you to be patient with me for now... I'm...not proud of what I almost considered doing before I chose bot fighting and I'm still kinda upset with myself for even considering it to begin with...And...I'm also scared of what you...or anyone else...will think of me if I tell you what I almost did...

* Cora started sniffling as tears started to well up in her eyes. And Hiro, starting to feel guilty for getting Cora all upset over what she had said in Grandville's office, immediately took her into his arms and pulled her into comforting hug while trying to calm her down*

Hiro: C-cora... I...I'm sorry Cora, I...didn't mean to make you so upset... *sighs*I may not know what you almost did that's got you so upset like this, and now, I'm kind of scared myself to even ask. But I want you to know something Cora, I would never think of you or love you any less just because of something you did, or almost did in this case, no matter how bad it may be. You're my girl and I'm crazy about you though and through and nothing is ever gonna change that. I might not like that your keeping secrets from me, and I might not be the most patient guy on the planet, but I'm willing to wait for you until your ready to talk about this. And if you're not willing to tell the others about it than I'm willing to keep it a secret too for you. The point is, no matter what, I'm here for you. Just like how you've been there for me. And I'll wait for as long as you need me to until you're ready to talk.

* If Cora hadn't already loved Hiro as much as she did, she most certainly would have now after hearing everything he said to her. While she was still afraid of how he would react if she told him the truth, she did start feeling reassured that Hiro wouldn't just up and dump her for what she almost did. There was still some doubt in the back of her mind that told her otherwise, but she would work through that later. Right now, they still had a rouge robot to catch and had already wasted enough time as it is. So Cora, pulling herself together and giving Hiro one last hug back in thanks before separating from him and wiping the tears stains off her face while giving him a grateful smile*

Cora: Thanks Hiro, I really needed that. And I really appreciate you being so patient and understanding with me about all this. I know it's not really fair to you for me to be keeping secrets, especially after everything we've been through together. But...there're still some personal things I need to work out first before I'm ready to open up about this.

Hiro: I understand, and if you need help in working out some of those 'personal things', as I said before, I'm right here for you.

Cora: Thank you Hiro * kisses him on the cheek* You really are the best. Now lets go find that robot and get Baymax back.

* With that, Cora takes hold of Hiro's hand as the two teens go off to look for the rouge robot*

* As of while, with the rest of the Nerd gang*

Fred: After unrelenting battering the team-!

* As it turns out all of the Nerd friends came out dresses in their super suites, with Fred proudly displaying himself under the red light*

Gogo: Caved...

Fred: Came together! *Puts on helmet* Now they have their first night patrol knowing that they are their city's last bastion of hope!

Wasabi: Could you please stop narrating Fred!

Honey Lemon: Yeah...Nothing's happening Freddy, I think it might be time to go home...

* Just as she finished her sentence, the screeching of a speeding car was heard and eventually seen.*

Fred: Did you see that? That my friends is obviously a car thief! It's last bastion time!

* And so Fred jumped forward, with the rest of the team joining him.*

Fred: Halt!

* The car continues to zoom*

Fred: Yeah...He's not halting.

Wasabi: No he's not!

* When the car wouldn't stop Honey, Gogo, and Fred were lucky to dodge out of the way, while Wasabi barely managed to climb to the hood of the car.*

Wasabi: Aah! He didn't stop!

* As the car zoomed away, Fred and the girls soon chased after him*

Fred: And we got a chase scene!

* Wasabi continued screaming as the car zoomed*

Gogo: Pull over now!

* As the car made a sharp turn Gogo was quick to hold onto the nearest pole and return to the road, with Honey Lemon holding onto Fred as he used his super jump to catch up with them*

Gogo: We're gonna need something to slow him down.

Honey Lemon: I have just the thing!

* Honey Lemon quickly got out three chem balls and she threw them down for them to turn into glue. While it only managed to slow them, the determination of the driver quickly freed the car and continued its course.*

Wasabi: Still not stopping!

* Fred soon jumped ahead in the pathway*

Fred: Oh yes he is!

* The car came to a screeching halt, which caused Wasabi to fly off and for Fred to catch him.*

Fred: Thanks to the lizard.

* Fred quickly opened the car door, ready to give his herioc warning*

Fred: Ah ha! Justice has been servvv... Oh wait a minute!*

* Instead of a car as they thought, it was panicking couple, more specifically an expecting mother whose water broke and the nervous soon to be father.*

Father to be: Are you people crazy?! My wife is about to have our baby!

Honey Lemon: Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! * to expecting mother* You're doing great!

Wasabi: Boy or Girl? Wait don't tell me, I want to be surprised!

* The father quickly slammed the car door and quickly entered the hospital*

Fred: Congratulations on your bundle of joy!...So..not a car thief, but we still showed some real hustle out there guys.

Gogo: Fred, there's clearly nothing going on!

* While Gogo is chewing Fred out, the rouge skelemax walked past them. Honey, Wasabi, and Gogo walked away from the comic obsessed fan boy. As they were, Hiro and Cora came to view as they chased the skelemax.*

Fred: But guys! Night patrol...

Skelemax ran and ran, glitching and bumping into everything before making a turn to the left. Soon came a flash of electricity.*

Hiro: Uhh! That's not good!

* Hiro and Cora walked towards the way and to their shock the minions of Yama got the skelemax first, electrocuting the skeleton. Then came a very familiar chuckle behind them.*

Yama: Haven't seen you in any botfights in a while, little Zero!

* The teens turned around to see Yama behind them.*

Yama: That is until that one night where you got me locked up in jail!

Hiro: You're not still mad about that?* faking smile* Are you?

* The angry face of Yama answered his question*

Hiro: Ok! I'm sorry...If we could just get our robot back-

*Yama grabbed Hiro and Cora by the scruffs of their clothing*

Yama: Haha! You're not getting your robot back! Teach him a lesson!

* The next thing they knew, Cora was restrained by the minion as she watched Hiro being dangled over the roof by the other two minions.

Hiro: In case I wasn't clear before, I'm really sorry about the whole jail thing! Just let her go!

Cora: Don't you dare drop him you micro-brained pigs!

Yama: Haha! Your little girlfriend certainly has some spunk!

* Cora continued to squirm before aiming her foot to Yama's face, which he quickly caught.

Yama: I'll deal with you later, I heard girls your age make a large profit in Kabukicho.

Hiro: No!

* With Yama's nod, the minions started to lower him with Cora frantically squirming, with both of them revealling their SFIT school ID cards in full view, and Yama saw this*

Yama: Wait! You two are in that nerd school?!

Hiro: Uh...Yeah!

* the minion holding Cora removed the ID card from her and gave it to Yama.*

Hiro: But its not-

Yama: Pull him back!

* As the minions pulled back Yama faced Hiro*

Yama: You and I, we're gonna make a deal!

* As of while, at Fred's mansion was in the middle of a rainstorm*

Fred: Alone he stood, velveted by the rain, unwavering in his mission, and undaunted by the fact that his friends don't value super hero culture and all its awesomeness!

Heathcliff: Master Frederick.

* Below Fred is his trusted butler Heathcliff, holding an umbrella with a cup of hot cocoa in his hand.

Heathcliff: Hot Cocoa?

* Soon Hiro arrived at the mansion steps alone.*

Hiro: Heathcliff, where's Fred? I-I need his help!

* Heathcliff simply looked up to indicate Fred's location. Soon after they went to Tadashi's Lab to discuss*

Fred: Ok, so what wrong is Lady Justice calling us to right?

Hiro: Well, there's this metal thing- its kinda like a sculpture or paperweight or something-and it's on Grandville's desk and Ihavetobreakitinandtakeit.

Fred: Woahwoah woah, wait! That is what Lady Justice would call stealing!

Hiro: Stealing? No its uh its not stealing its like I don't think its really stealing- its more like uh- borrowing!

Baymax: Stealing. To take the property of another without permission or right.

Feed: Exactly, thank you Baymax...Wait! Baymax!

*Realizing that he heard Baymax's voice he turned around and saw the familiar face of the nurse bot on the computer screen.*

Fred: Woah! You live in a computer now?

Baymax: My body ran away.

Hiro: Fred look, Cora and I rebuilt Baymax's skeleton; it went crazy, got loose, and now Yama has it and is holding Cora hostage! The thing its-its dangerous without Tadashi's chip.

Baymax: Without the healthcare protocol, my robot capabilities could be catastrophically destructive.

Hiro: Yama said he'll give it back and free Cora in exchange for the paper weight thing.

Fred: which you intend to steal!

Hiro: As soon as Cora and the skeleton are free, I'll steal the thing back and return it to Professor Grandville before she even knows its gone.

Fred: So the second steal basically cancels out the first steal...Ok! I'm in!

Hiro: Yes! I just need to add her code to my ID and to do that I need to get really close to Professor Grandville.

Fred: How close? Are we talking in the same general vicinity or are we talking uncomfortably close?

Hiro: Uncomfortably close.

Fred via radio: Hiro, check, check. Can you hear me?

Hiro: Fred, just wait for the signal and hit the button.

*Fred had remained in the lab on hold to do simple computer work via Hiro's head piece.*

Fred: I've never been a hacker before, cause usually Cora does the hacking. This is exciting! Also, a lot of pressure...wonder if this is how she felt when she first did this?

Fred: Uh... Which button is it again?

* Hiro was sensible enough to place a sticky note on the keyboard of the computer to show Fred which button to push.*

Fred: I kid, I kid! Don't worry Hiro, I got this.

* When footsteps were heard Hiro turned his head to see Grantville using her ID.*

Hiro: Target spotted, I'm going in!

Fred: Roger that! Man I love saying that I'll do it again, Roger that. No No how about this, Roger that!

Baymax: Who is Roger?

Fred: You know, that's a good question.

Hiro: Guys, quiet.

Fred: Roger that!

* Hiro quickly made his made to Granville*

Hiro: Excuse me... Professor Grandville!

Grandville: Yes Mr. Hamada?

Hiro: Well, I was thinking about what you said...to both Cora and me...and..Its nice to have someone here who believes in us! So thank you!

* Hiro opens his arms for a hug, Grandville shows that she is not the type to give or receive hugs*

Grandville: Yes, well... Eh...

* Hiro tried to receive a hug for Grandville to quickly dodge away. But as this awkward scene happens, Honey, Wasabi, and Gogo notice what's happening.*

Gogo: What is he doing?

Grandville: Is that all?

Hiro: Um...Well...

Fred: Turn on the water works, trust me, it's the only way you're gonna get that hug!

* And so, Hiro set to work, as he quickly rubbed his eyes to bring on the tears.*

Grandville: Mr. Hamada are you alright?

Hiro: I'm...*turns around with tears*

Grandville: Is there something in your eye?

Hiro: Tears...just so much going on!

* this time Grandville did not dodge Hiro's hug, unable to process what was going on*

Hiro: *hushed voice* Now.

* Fred, who was eating cup ramen, was caught off guard on the signal *

Fred: I'm on it!* spills cup ramen* Aww, I spilled soup! Ow Ow OW!

Baymax: I cannot administrate care because I have no body. But I do have several tips for treating minor burns.

* The gang were just as confusetd on the whole ordeal.*

Grandville: Alright now, pull yourself together.

* The computer soon dinged a 100% on the scan*

Fred: I got the copy! I think!

* Hiro let go of Grandville as soon as Fred told him*

Hiro: Wow thanks! I feel better now!

Grandville: Thank goodness.

Hiro: Don't want to keep a professor waiting! She's intermediately fair and a good hugger! Can't wait to tell Cora!

* Later on at night at SFIT, Grandville had just left her office, walking out to head home. Once she's out of view, Hiro walked over and used his ID card with Grandville's code to go in. Once inside, he found what he was looking for. He looked at the object, curious on why Yama wanted it so badly. *

Fred: What's happening?

The sudden voice of Fred via headpiece spooked Hiro into nearly dropping it before catching it.*

Hiro: Whew...

Fred: Did you get it?

Hiro: Yeah, It's...Heavier than it looks! Why would Yama want this?

Fred: Oww! Hot soup spilled it again!

* As Fred tried cooled himself off, Hiro looked out the window and spoke to himself with a determined look*

Hiro: Don't worry Cora, we're on our way now.

Fred: Heck yeah! The classic trope of being a Super Hero! Rescuing the Damsel in Distress and getting the skeleton bot back!

* And so with the sculture obtained, Fred and Hiro walked down the alley to meet up with Yama.

Hiro: These are dangerous people Fred, let me do the talking.

Fred: You bet! I'll keep my eyes peeled and my lips sealed.

* Hiro and Fred soon arrived at the place, a tall man stood in front of the entrance with a black eye.*

Tall Minion: What do you want?

* Hiro was about to speak before Fred cut him to it*

Hiro: We're-

Fred: Fredrick Fredison the IV, this is Hiro, and we're very busy dangerous types and we don't like to be kept waiting!

* The tall Minion stared at the two men while Fred did his best to appear intimidating. And just as Hiro thought that Fred messed up, the Tall Minion opened the door to let them inside.*

Hiro: What happened to letting me do the talking?

Fred: Now you and I both know that was never gonna work.

* As of while, the man outside contacted Yama via radio.*

Tall Minion: Yama, the boy and his friend are here.

* Yama stood in his office, listening to the call*

Yama: Good, he has it then.

*He then turned to open the door, revealing Baymax's skeleton hanging up, while on the ground Cora was tied up and gagged and looking worse for wear. Cora glared at him before she spoke, though her words were muffled.*

Cora: Fu ga na pey foo dis! #You're gonna pay for this!#

Yama:* grinning intimidatingly* Don't worry little girl, your boyfriend is gonna join you soon enough.

* Back SFIT, the rest of the gang went to visit Hiro at Tadashi's lab*

Honey Lemon: Hiro, we're going to Noodle Burger, you wanna come?

* But instead of a working Hiro, they saw a broken window with furniture tossed around like a tornado came in*

Honey Lemon: What happened?

*The gang stepped in, trying to process why Tadashi's lab was in such horrible state. It was then that Baymax turned on.*

Baymax: My body ran away.

* The gang turned and saw Baymax's familiar face*

The gang: Baymax!

Wasabi: Your back! Wait, why are you in a computer, and where's Hiro and Cora? In fact, we hadn't seen Cora all day!

Baymax: *activating map search* Hiro and Cora can be found here.

* The map showed a glowing dot where Hiro and Cora currently are*

Wasabi: That's Good Luck Alley.

Honey Lemon: Why do they call it Good luck Alley?

Gogo: Good Luck getting out alive...

*The gang all knew then that Hiro and Cora were in serious danger.*

* Fred and Hiro soon entered the room, and as soon as they do the lights were turned on. Yama sat behind a desk as the minions stood by him. Hiro turned his sight to find Baymax's skeleton and a tied up Cora, who stood up when she saw him*

Hiro: Cora! What did you do to her?!

Yama: Nothing much, just roughed her up a bit. I will admit, she did put up a good fight against some of my men, even nearly escaped with the bot too... Until I tased her that is. Now...Where is it?

* Hiro glared hard at Yama as he pulled out the object from his hoodie pocket and held it out to him, Yama grabbed it and started inspecting it. Hiro then went to untie his girlfriend, Fred spotted the robotic skeleton that was the cause for this mess.*

Fred: That's Baymax's Skeleton? Its so...Naked. It's naked Baymax! * turning to Yama and offering a hand shake* And you must be Yama.

* Yama looked up at Fred's hand, clearly uninterested and snapped his fingers. Hiro was pulled away from Cora as the door slammed shut separating the couple, soon the rest of Yama's minions entered the room*

Hiro: We had a deal!

Yama: Oh Zero, did you really think I was going to give you back your girlfriend and robot?

Fred: That was my understanding. Did nobody else think that?

* Fred and Hiro are thrown into a cell and were quickly locked in*

Fred: Owww!

Hiro: Hey!

* Hiro banged the door before looking around.*

Hiro: Great. No windows, no airducts, and one locked door.

Fred: Looks like we need to break out of a super secure high-tech safe room!

* Hiro looked at the door lock and smiled*

Fred: Awesome! How do we do that? Oh! I got it, we could do what Dirt Dingly did when he was trapped in the dungeon of Doctor Slaughter! Get this! He factored a key out of a stale cracker and a single strand of his own hair!

* But while Fred was rattling on, Hiro simply pulled out the door's automatic lock panel and rerouted the wires to open the door with ease.*

Fred: Or we yeah, that'll work too- you could just, you know, unlock.

Hiro: Com'mon!

* And so Fred and Hiro walked around the halls to find Yama's office and get back Cora and the robot.*

Fred: So, after we get Naked Baymax and Cora back, what's our exit strategy? You thinking fists? You think something other than fists?

Hiro: I'm thinking we run.

Fred: So feet, we're gonna go with feet!

* But just as they made a turn, they were face to face with one of Yama's minions.*

Minion#1: Where do ya think you're going?

Fred: And you're sure not fists?

Hiro: Feet Fred! Fast!

* The duo ran off before they were blocked by another minion, the tall minion they saw before, soon they were captured again*

Minion #1: Hey, co'mon, lets take these two to Yama.

* The two were now standing in front of Yama, with Hiro trying desperately to make the situation fit their favor.*

Hiro: Well when you think about it, I did you a favor by testing your security!

Yama: Thank you...Get rid of them!

Fred: Quick question, when you say get rid of us, do you mean throw us out, or are you talking about you know...Permanent situation?

* Yama's smile had answered Fred's question.*

Fred: Permanent...Got it.

* Just as the minions were about to finish this once and for all they heard rumbling from the roof top, where soon a laser blade came cutting through the ceiling in a circle, falling down and revealing the suit clad gang, ready to attack and rescue their friends.*

Fred: Yeah! I knew you couldn't resist the call of Super Herodom!

* The side door opens to reveal more of Yama's henchmen, also ready to attack. Gogo quickly threw her disk and knock out one of the minions and dodging out of Minion #1's way. Honey Lemon soon encased him in her chem goo as Wasabi threw off one of the minions where Honey Lemon rushed off to help them, but not before trapping the minions to their feet.*

Wasabi: Yeah! That's right!

* However they were smart enough to simply removed their shoes and stand on them.*

Wasabi: Uh! That's wrong!

* Grabbing a nearby stool and snapping it to make make shift staffs, the minions begin to attack, Wasabi activated his laser blades and just flapped them back and forth hoping it does something, to which it did, cutting the staffs into pieces.*

Wasabi: Adrenaline's back!

* Wasabi did not hesitate to punch out the two minions. Yama quickly dodged disk and blocked the chem ball using one of his minions as a shield before throwing him off to the side near Hiro and Fred.*

Honey Lemon: Hiro, Fred, Cora. Are you guys ok?

Hiro: Much better now!

Cora: *shaking off gag* Doing fine now that you guys are here!

Fred: How did you know we were here- wait, were you guys out on night patrol without me?

Gogo: Fred, night patrol is not a thing.

Honey Lemon: It's really not.

* One tall minion came crashing into the room and took a swing at Fred's head as Hiro pulled Fred out of the way and dodged the minion's assault right before he became encased in Honey Lemon's chem goo.

Fred: That was close, did you see how close that was?

*Hiro turned to Cora and the skeleton out in the open.*

Hiro: Stay here!

Fred: Roger that!

*Hiro ran towards the door to rescue them, nearly dodging the debris and the knocked-out minions. Just as Hiro had finally freed Cora from her ropes and they were about unhook the Skeleton, Yama grabbed them.*

Yama: Nobody hustles Yama!

Hiro: And gets away with it?

* Honey Lemon threw her chem ball to freeze Yama on contact, encasing him and dropping Hiro and Cora.*

Hiro: Looks like I just did!

Cora: And you just got put on ice!

Fred: Ooh! That's cold! hehehe did uhh, everybody did you guys get that?

Cora: Yeah...I'm unhooking the skeleton, and then we're out of here!

* And so they did, as soon as they freed the robot, they hooked it up and all climbed up onto it and left as they had arrived, through the roof*

Gogo: Hang on!

Fred: *looking up* Hey! It's Heathcliff!

* Heathcliff simply gave them a thumbs up from the helicopter for a-job-well-done, and flew all of them back to SFIT*

Hiro: Are you ok Cora? Did Yama do anything to you?

Cora: I'm okay Hiro, really. I'm even more okay now that we're out of there and we got Baymax's Skeleton back. Just got a couple bruises here and there, but nothing some ointment and a few bandages won't fix and I'll be good as new in no time. But, there is one thing I've got to tell you though.

Hiro: What's that?

Cora: Well, when I tried to escape with Baymax's Skeleton before you and Fred came and Yama tased me, I did manage to give him a swift but severely hard kick in the nether regions he'll most likely be feeling for a good long while.

Hiro: *Chuckling* That's my girl. *Hugs her and kisses her head on the side of her head*

*Once they were back at SFIT and out of their super suites, and after taking care of Cora's injuries, the gang are quick to show that they are not pleased with Hiro and Cora's actions*

Hiro: So I'm sensing you're angry?

Baymax: Without my scanning capabilities, I am unable to detect non-verbal signs of anger. Are they glaring? Are their eyebrows down and together? Do you see narrowing of their lips?

Hiro: I got this Baymax... Guys, I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you what we were doing.

Honey Lemon: You could have gotten hurt, and Cora actually did get hurt!

* Hiro looked down in shameful guilt at Honey Lemon's scold for he knew she was right. It was his fault that this whole mess happened tonight. Cora, seeing her boyfriend's guilt and regret over all the trouble he had unintentionally caused and the danger he had also unintentionally put them all in tonight, placed a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed it in reassurance while giving him a soft look to show him that she didn't blame him for her getting hurt. But Hiro, who placed his own hand on top of hers that was still on his shoulder and squeezed gently back in thanks for her reassurance and not blaming him for all she had gone though because of his impatience and recklessness, knew better. He knew that it was still his fault that she got hurt and it would most likely be a long while before he fully forgave himself for putting his girlfriend and his friends in danger like he had.*

Wasabi: And I can't believe you stole something from Professor Grandville's desk, * turning to Fred* and you helped him! And now Yama has it!

Cora: Don't be so sure Wasabi.

* Cora pulls out the object from her skirt pocket.*

Fred: Double Steal!

Hiro: As promised!

*Gogo walked over to Hiro and Cora*

Gogo: I'm impressed. * punches both Hiro and Cora's arms, though not as hard with Cora due to her injuries* But don't ever do that again.

Hiro: We won't but...There is still one problem.

* The gang turned to face the still broken window that naked Baymax escaped through*

Hiro: How am I going to explain that to Professor Grandville?

Honey Lemon: Don't worry, I'll take care of that*

* Honey lemons punches in the elements needed to fix the glass*

Honey Lemon: Just this once!

* And so Hiro quickly went back to Grandville's office, tiptoeing slowly to place the object back on its stand. Afterwards he returned and went to work on the diagnostic with Cora staying for the rest of the night. Hiro tapped his fingers nervously and impatiently as he watched the download bar turn to a 98%, Cora turned to Hiro and gave him a kiss on the cheek*

Cora: I'll go get us some snacks from the vending machine, gummy bears right?

Hiro: *Nodding distractedly while not taking his eyes off the screen* Uh huh.

Cora: *Chuckling under her breath* I'll be back soon!

* As Cora left the lab, Hiro slightly moved his eyes to the spot where Cora was standing just a moment ago with a still guilty look in them before going back to staring at the screen to continue watching the download bar, which then turned to a 99%*

Hiro: Co'mon, co'mon, co'mon!

* The diagnostic soon beeped that it was completed*

Hiro: Yes!

* As predicted, Grandville was unaware of the events that happened, though she did take note on the sculpture being crooked. But other than that it was fine. It was now early morning when the moment of truth finally arrived as the charger soon inflated the now huggable Baymax. Hiro placed Tadashi's chip inside Baymax and took a step back. He turned to Cora, nervous about this. She simple took hold of his hand and nodded reassuringly, making the go ahead gesture*

Hiro: Ow?

* The eye scanners were activated as the first thing it saw was Hiro and Cora.*

Baymax: I am Baymax, your personal Health care companion. Hello Hiro and Cora.

* Hiro quickly hugged Baymax, to which the robot happily returned. Baymax then turned to Cora.*

Baymax: Would you also like a hug?

* Cora nodded, tears in her eyes as she hugged both her boyfriend and friend, happy to be reunited once more*

* Back at Good Luck Alley*

Minion: He is not going to be happy that you didn't get it.

Yama: Don't worry, we got something much, much better.

* Behind him was an assembly line of robotic skeletons of Baymax. However, since they do not posses the health care chip, they are instead weapons for Yama to use as their eyes turned red.*

To Be Continued

To See Part one: https://insanely-creative-things.tumblr.com/post/182262361133/big-hero-7-the-series

https://insanely-creative-things.tumblr.com/post/182096455153/chapter-1-the-origins-of-big-hero-7#notes

#Hiro Hamada #Cora Mizichio #Hiro Hamada x OC #Baymax #Professor Grandville #fred frederickson iv #Wasabi #Honey Lemon #Gogo tomago #Yama #Big Hero 6 fanfic #Long post

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