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nochuobsessed · 5 years

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Bite Me || Pt 20

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 4.5k

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures, major character deaths

Jeju Island. Taehyung was in Jeju Island. You and Yoongi along with seven others from the new merged pack were getting ready to board the Celestial private plane, all wanting to help out as much as they could. Viv had also insisted she came, worried that you might go into an early labor.

Jungkook sat with Jess on his lap, a common occurrence since the two had marked each other. Being the young adults they were, they didn’t want to spend more than a second apart from each other. Yugyeom and Bambam sat together, each playing on their phones and laughing together at a game or a video. They had wanted to come, being loyal to their alpha and being assigned as your protection if things were to go sour. Viv sat by herself, reading a book with her earphones in, drowning everyone out. She luckily had a doctors pass which allowed her to bring all sorts of medication and blood with her, saying you needed constant transfusions when really you just needed to keep drinking. Namjoon and Yeri were busy talking to the pilot, organizing this and that to make sure everything went smoothly. Jimin had found strength in determination to bring his mate home. Seulgi had explained that he was trying to kill Youngjae, but Jimin vowed to kill him first. He no longer needed his wheelchair and was working out, ready for a fight.

You and Yoongi were sitting away from everyone else. You were lying on a couch, your head in Yoongi’s lap as he played with your hair. He wanted to protect you, he knew that there would be a fight, he had no doubts whatsoever. He tried to convince you not to go, but Taehyung was your friend, and you promised Jimin you’d help, and you never break a promise.

“What if you go into labor? It’s not too late to go home,” Yoongi sad, brushing a stray hair out of your face.

You shook your head, raising your arm and placing a hand on his cheek, “I made a promise.”

Yoongi nodded. As much as he would prefer you stay at home, he himself wouldn’t be able to stay sane without you by his side. He thought himself selfish that way, but with you willing to go, you could both have your way.

Yeri walked over, sitting down as you sat up, “Are we good to go?”

“Not yet,” Yeri said, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged, rubbing your belly, “Nervous. I’ve known Tae for as long as I’ve lived in the Rose Forest. He stood up for me when others didn’t, believed in me when even I couldn’t. I owe him enough to try to save him from himself.”

Yeri nodded understandingly, “We’ll help him, we got this Y/N. You need to focus on you and the babies.”

You bit your lip, cutting the skin and drawing blood. You ignored it, instead focusing on your annoyance, “I’m more than just a baby carrier. Sure, I should focus on my babies but Jimin needs the pack. I’m the alpha’s mate, the Greyrose Queen, I’ll do as I please.”

Yoongi’s arms slithered around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and inhaling your scent, “You sound so hot when you talk about yourself like that… it drives me crazy.” Yoongi slowly nibbled on your neck, completely forgetting that you were surrounded by other people. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a split second, enjoying the feeling of your mate being with you.

Namjoon cleared his throat loudly, making Yoongi press one last kiss to your neck, before changing his focus.

“Our planes ready, you two should go up first, get comfy. We’ll join you shortly,” Namjoon said, gesturing for you to go. Yoongi stood up first, then helping you to your feet.

Your vision left you for a second, your knees buckling underneath you before a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Woah there sweetheart,” He said, holding you close to his chest, “I got you.”

Namjoon looked at you in concern, “Maybe Yoongi was right. Take her to the plane, I’ll get Viviliana to follow.”

Yoongi nodded, and started walking before you had a chance to yell at your brother about being able to make your own choices. It was a coldish kind of day, but Yoongi was warm. You could feel satisfaction radiating from your belly, the twins obviously enjoying it as much as you were. Yoongi was always warm, you had realized, a trait that came from his werewolf side. You hoped the twins would have that trait too.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Yoongi asked, raising an interested brow. You shook your head, nuzzling into his chest a bit more.

He walked slower as he ascended the stairs to the plane, not placing you down until he reached the very back seats. The chair was comfy, especially after Yoongi put the footrest up and made the chair recline. You closed your eyes for a second, not expecting to fall asleep, but you did anyway.

Yoongi noticed you were asleep straight away. He got right to work grabbing your blanket and laying it over you, pressing his lips gently to your cheek. You looked so peaceful, belly swollen and eyes closed. He pushed down the urge to jump under the blanket with you and fall asleep with you in his arms, as he knew he had to get down to business.

“Yoongi, Namjoon said I was needed?”

Yoongi turned to see Viv, a massive suitcase filled with medical supplies by her side. She smiled at him, walking towards your sleeping form, “She almost fainted?”

Yoongi nodded, “She’s so tired nowadays, so drained yet so determined. I’m scared something will happen to her.”

Viv brushed her hair out of her face, tying it into a ponytail, “She’s due in a month, but with the way things have been going-“

“They’ll come earlier?” Yoongi asked, his face going cold, “Is that bad? Being born before 5 months for a werewolf?”

Viviliana shrugged, offering Yoongi a reassuring smile, “We won’t know until they come. We’ve never heard of hybrids before, it could be fine. If not, we treat them as premature babies. It’ll all be fine.”

“And our arrangement? For the birthing room?”

Viv smiled, “Everything you wrote down is being prepared. A whole section of the private suits is already closed off, blood is already waiting in there. Everything will be fine.”

Yoongi sat down, taking your hand in his, “Is it normal?”

“Normal?” Viv laughed, “Nothing about any of this is normal Yoongi.”

“I mean,” Yoongi started, brushing his hair out of his face, “To be this nervous? I just want to take everything from her and do it all myself. I don’t want her to be in any more pain.”

Viv smiled warmly, “It’s normal. A lot of fathers even resent their child for causing their loved one so much pain. Everything will be okay Yoongi.”

Yoongi nodded, the cabin crew coming out to tell everyone that the plane was to start liftoff. Viviliana said goodbye and went to her seat.

Yoongi kissed your temple, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face, “I love you.”

You had been in the air for around 3 hours, waking up every now and then but falling back asleep. Viviliana had reinserted the feeding tube, which you weren’t too bothered with. Yoongi had been alternating between talking battle tactics and making sure you were okay. He knew there would probably be a fight, which scared him only because of what could happen to you.

“Youngjae has been spotted on these parts of the island specifically,” Namjoon said, everyone except you and Viv crowded around in a circle looking at the map in front of them. “We’re arriving late afternoon, so feel free to do whatever you want for the rest of the day. The next, we split up and head to different parts of the island, scoping out the area. We’ll decide what to do from there.”

Yoongi sighed, “So we’re waiting? Waiting to see a dead body or the man himself? If you see him, kill him. Taehyung is a mate, he’s family to us wolves.”

“You forget who’s known him longer,” Yeri cut in, “We know Tae is bound to Jimin, but until Youngjae is dead he’s unwillingly bound to someone else.”

“I want to kill him,” Jimin cut in, looking at the map, “I want to kill Youngjae.”

Namjoon nodded, “We know you do, but we can’t cause a scene-“

Jimin stood up, shaking his head, “You don’t get it. That, thing, has taken away the love of my life. He is what is preventing Taehyung and I from our lives together. I will make a fucking scene if I have to. But I am not going to listen to what a vampire, a created killer, wants me to do in regards to killing the man that is ruining my life.”

The plane went quiet, the vampires taking offence yet understanding Jimin’s frustration.

Bambam placed a hand on his hyungs shoulder, “Hyung, Greyrose will support you.”

You shuffled over, being woken up from the loud voices, “Then it’s settled, if Taehyung can’t kill Youngjae first, then Jimin gets the honours.”

You walked over to Yoongi, your back aching as he sat you on his lap, “Did you have a good sleep sweetheart?”

“Sorry for waking you up,” Jimin said, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

You nodded, the bags under your eyes looking increasingly prominent since the last time anyone had a good look at you.

Yugyeom stood up, “I’ll get you some water Noona.”

You bowed your head sleepily, “Thank you Yugyeom. Back to this plan...”

The plane had landed, everyone had been separated into their designated cars. Namjoon had been able to hire out a large house for the duration of your stay, with everyone being paired up to share rooms. You and Yoongi were obviously together, Namjoon deciding to give you the biggest room, especially since the feeding tube had returned. Yoongi had asked you to get changed out of your pyjamas before you landed, saying that he had a date planned for the two of you.

The cars waiting outside the plane were most impressive. Yoongi led you to a land rover, helping you get into the back seat, as he didn’t believe it was safe for you to be in the front anymore.

“Where are we going?” You asked, running a hand through your hair. You barely had time to run a brush through it, not that you cared much for your appearance at the current moment. Leggings and a large hoodie of Yoongi’s were all you wore nowadays, and today was no different.

“I thought we could take a walk along the beach. Not looking for Taehyung, just a walk together,” Yoongi said, driving with one hand as the other tapped randomly on his thigh.

“How romantic,” You teased, rubbing your stomach, “I haven’t done that for a while, not since Daegu anyway.”

“Daegu is different from Jeju,” Yoongi said, looking at you briefly in the rearview mirror, “Have you ever been here?”

You nodded, “We went on a holiday here when I was a child. I got really sick towards the end, so I had to go home early with father, and mother stayed with Namjoon.”

Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip, admiring the scenery, and the way you looked out the window with a fond expression on your face, “Hopefully this trip will go better.”

Yoongi parked the car, getting out quickly to help you before you tried to do it your own. With a secure arm around your waist, you walked down the stairs slowly, finding comfort when you could feel the sand underneath your sandals. You took them off, asking Yoongi to pick them up for you as you could no longer bend down. Holding your shoes in one hand, and Yoongi’s fingers laced with the other, you started walking down the beach.

You inhaled the salty air, the smell bringing back memories of your childhood. Days spent paddling in the water, running on the sand. Things were simpler then. Your father had once asked you and Namjoon to find a starfish for him, but all you found were rockpools with crabs. Namjoon was obsessed, and always came back to the rockpools whenever you went back. The blue sky, the sounds of laughter. The happiness that you felt in those days, nearly 60 years ago.

You didn’t know what your parents were doing nowadays. Were they still alive? Had they ever recovered from what they thought was your death? Things had certainly been different after Namjoon faked his death.

“Y/N?”

You came back to reality, looking up at Yoongi, “Can we sit for a minute? I’m getting a bit tired.”

Yoongi helped you to sit down on the sand, before sitting next to you, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“I really want to bring our children here one day,” You confessed, happy thoughts of your own kids running around like you and Namjoon once did, “I want to take them everywhere. I want them to enjoy every second of their life.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement, “It’s amazing how these little people we accidentally made, have now become one of the greatest loves of my life. How we haven’t met them yet and I already know I’d take a bullet for them.”

Your heart, had it been alive, would have sped up at his words. “Little people,” You repeated, laughing to yourself, “That’s so cute…”

“I heard that,” Yoongi said, his voice teasing. His hand rested under your chin, turning your head to face him. His lips landed on yours, softly at first. His lips barely touching yours. He wanted to feel the softness of your lips, before claiming them as his. He was careful, still, not wanting to cause any harm to you or the babies as he gently pulled you closer. Just as you were starting to move closer, he pulled away abruptly, looking down.

“I have to tell you something,” Yoongi said, taking your hand, “It’s about the babies.”

Your face fell, “What is it? They’re fine, right?”

“I spoke to Viv,” He said, looking at your swollen stomach, “She thinks they’ll come early. Everything will be fine though, I just don’t want you to freak out.”

You sighed in relief, “That’s it?”

Yoongi nodded, meeting your eyes, “That’s it.”

It was midnight, and Jess was yet to fall asleep. She was anxious, too anxious. Your stomach was doing flips and her head was spinning. Beside her slept Jungkook, who had fallen asleep straight after they had sex. It was one of his annoying traits, but she loved him still.

She sat up, having had enough of the anxiety. Jess grabbed a box from her bag, hiding it in her sweatpants pocket, before leaving the room. There was a perfectly good ensuite in hers and Jungkook’s room, but she didn’t feel like using it.

Jess walked into the bathroom, opening up the box and pulling out the pregnancy test. Her stomach turned just thinking about it. She pulled her pants down, peed on the stick, and set it aside.

The dark haired girl paced around the room, stopping in front of the mirror to redo her hair in a bun, only to take it out and do it again three times.

She looked at her watch, 3 minutes had passed. She walked over to the test, holding it up to see the results.

“Two lines, pregnant,” She said, choking on the last word. She dropped the test, her back hitting the wall as she slid to the ground, curling up into a ball.

Jessica didn’t want this. She was too young. Jungkook was too young. She didn’t want this, fetus, inside of her. The tears started falling, but she stopped them, deciding not to waste her energy on this.

She stood up, looking at her currently flat stomach in the mirror, “I’m going to have to get rid of it.”

Jess collected herself, throwing the test away, wrapping it in toilet paper so no one could see what it was. She left the room, sneaking back into bed with Jungkook.

“You alright babe?” He asked, still half-asleep but aware that she had left, his arms wrapping around her and subconsciously pulling her into his chest.

The girl moved away, to the edge of the bed, curling her body away from him, “I was thirsty so I got a glass of water. Everything’s fine.

Everything’s fine.”

The search had started. Everyone had split up after a rather awkward breakfast. Your feeding tube had been taken out, so you drank your blood bags alone, as Namjoon and Yeri had gone off to find fresh blood. Jessica sat in between you and Viv, whispering things to the doctor as she had three bites and three bites only of her toast. Jungkook seemed confused, but eventually got distracted with Yugyeom and Bambam. Jimin had left already, being the motivated wolf he was.

Which left you and Yoongi to each other, leaving after you finished eating. You quickly headed to your designated spot, the group chat lively as everyone kept each other updated.

“It’s been three hours,” You groaned, resting your head on the café table. You had thought there would be more action, more anything. Instead you had drunk three very discreet blood bags out of a flask, whilst Yoongi got to have coffee.

The only thing you guys had done was discuss baby names for your son, and even that you had failed at.

“I’m just gonna call him little bean,” You said, shrugging your shoulders, “When he asks why that’s his name, I’ll say cause he once looked like a little bean.”

“What, and Rose looks like a rose?” Yoongi said, amused by you talking to yourself.

“Yep, I’m gonna give birth to a flower.”

A man stopped in front of your table, “Sorry to eavesdrop, but you’re giving birth to a flower?”

You covered your mouth in embarrassment, glaring at Yoongi as he laughed, his gummy smile on full display.

You turned to the man, your lips pressed together, “I’m having twins and we’re naming our girl rose, but we don’t have a name for the boy yet.”

The man ahh’d, before laughing, “I see. Might I suggest a name?”

“Sure,” You said, “Anything will do at the point.”

“Youngjae,” The man said, “It’s my favourite. It means eternal respect. Although,” He chuckled to himself, “I am a bit biased, as it is my name.”

You froze, realizing who the man in front of you was. You nodded, the smile on your face fake as you typed ‘we found Youngjae’ to the chat, along with your location, under the table, “I like it, we’ll definitely consider it.”

Youngjae smiled, but this time it was unsettling, “A talent you have, typing without looking. Who are you messaging, your vampire friends? If you want Taehyung, I’ll take you to him. Better yet, I’ll text your group his location.”

Your phones bleeped as an unknown sender entered the chat, the message containing the exact coordinates. Yoongi stood up quickly, standing between you and Youngjae, his eyes glowing red as he growled under his breath.

“You should control your dog, Y/N, he doesn’t seem to like strangers.”

Youngjae walked out of the café, disappearing within seconds. You felt panic spreading through your body, your breath becoming uneasy. Yoongi dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hands.

“Sweetheart, everything is going to be okay, I promise,” He said, running his thumb over your knuckles, “You did so good, and now we’re gonna get Taehyung back.”

He forced your attention on him, as he stood up to press a kiss to your forehead, helping you to stand up and head to the car.

Stepping out of the café, a sleek black car pulled up to curb, the dark window going down until you saw the face of your sister-in-law.

“Come on, we all got the message from Youngjae, we need to hurry!”

Namjoon looked over at you from beside his wife, giving you a small smile, “You guys did great, come on!”

Yoongi quickly started up the car, with you jumping into the front seat. You didn’t think twice, you had to save Taehyung.

Yoongi started up the car, backing out and getting behind Namjoon’s car. The two cars sped off, the world around you a blur as you tried to think clearly.

“Yoongi, what if, what if we’re too late? What if, that monster, is just leading us to a dead body? I can’t imagine anything good coming out of this-“

Yoongi placed a hand on your thigh, taking your hand in his as he kept the other on the steering wheel, “Breathe baby, it’ll be okay. We have half the pack and half the coven with us, Youngjae is going to die and he’s going to die today. Nothing bad will happen.”

Namjoon’s car parked up ahead, and Yoongi parked behind him, seeing other familiar cars that you knew were in the possession of your fellow members. Yeri ran to your door, helping you out of the car and letting you lean on her, “The boys need to be up in the front, we can’t have you there, I’ll stay with you.”

You nodded, your back in a lot of pain but certainly not enough to keep you from saving your friend.

“It’s up ahead, I think we should all turn,” Namjoon said, looking at everyone, “Wolves can half turn, maybe some even fully. We get Taehyung, and we go.”

A small-ish tan wolf came running from your destination, turning into a very human Jimin as he landed next to Yoongi, “We don’t have time, you have to come now!”

“I’m gonna speed us there, okay?” Yeri said, holding you firmly as she took off, the world stopping as you travelled a kilometre in a second. The other vampires arrived first, with the wolves catching up quickly. The beach you had travelled to was not like the one you happily visited yesterday, it was cold, and grey. The most inviting thing about it was the exit.

“That was quick,” a voice said, stepping into everyone’s view out of thin air. You recognized him straight away, knowing from earlier that he was Youngjae. His crisp suit stood out on the sand, a sword attached to a belt around his waist. “I thought you all would’ve taken longer.” The man chuckled, winking at you, before looking to everyone else, “I haven’t introduced myself. Youngjae, at your service. I heard you were looking for a possession of mine?”

Jimin lounged forward to the man, being held back by Bambam and Yugyeom, “I’m going to rip your throat out you bastard!”

Youngjae shook his head tauntingly, “You mutts are ridiculous. Just earlier I was telling your, what do you call her? Ah yes, your queen. I was telling your queen to control her dog, but maybe I should tell my little mermaid to control his too.”

Jimin snarled, his teeth completely bared, “You have him? WHERE IS HE?”

“Jimin?”

Looking towards the shallow part of the ocean, Taehyung sat chained on a rock, his skin and tail grey and his once bright eyes completely dull. His face lit up at Jimins voice, “Y/N? Why are you all here?”

Youngjae laughed, “They think they’re here to save you! But they’re really here to see you die.”

“Cut it out, Youngjae,” Yoongi bellowed, his voice as deep as the red of his eyes, “You’re outnumbered. Let the boy go, and we’ll let you live. If not, well, you know the other option.”

Youngjae laughed louder, kick the sand with his perfectly shiny shoes, “You don’t make the rules here, Greyrose King. I do.”

Yeri leaned over to you, looking in concern, “Where did Jimin go?”

You looked over to Taehyung, seeing Jimin a meter away from him, swimming frantically in the water and climbing up onto the rock.

“You came for me,” Taehyung said, cupping Jimin’s face which his chained hands, “I’m so, I’m so sorry, for leaving you, for everything. You deserve so much better-“

Jimin shook his head, “Don’t you fucking dare say that. I don’t care what you think I deserve, I want you. It’s always been you.”

Taehyung crashed his lips to Jimin’s, the world around them melting. You looked away, trying to focus on Youngjae’s harsh words directed to your brother and lover.

“Now now, Y/N,” Youngjae said, “Don’t assume I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve got to give them their last words, don’t I?”

You stepped forward, forgetting that you carried so-called precious cargo, standing beside Yoongi, your hands on your bump, “What do you want? Can’t you just let them be? Why are so hellbent on ruining their lives?”

Youngjae stroked his chin, “I want Taehyung dead. But, as the narcissist I am, I wanted an audience. And behold, an audience. Let the show begin.”

He unsheathed his sword, an old looking thing. You looked between him, and then to the two boys on the rock.

“He’s going to kill Taehyung,” You started panicking, before screaming, “TAEHYUNG WATCH OUT.”

It happened in slow motion, Youngjae using an insane amount of speed to rush towards the rock, the boys breaking apart, and Jimin turning around to try to protect Taehyung.

“JIMIN!”

Jimin looked down, seeing the sword lodged through the middle of him, except he couldn’t see the exit. He looked to Taehyung, seeing that the sword had penetrated him too, blood leaving both of their middles.

Youngjae returned to the sand, cleaning off the sword with a handkerchief, “Oops?”

Jungkook walked forward, his claws elongating, “I’m gonna fucking kill you-“ He never finished his sentence, transforming into a wolf. He leapt in the air, ready to tear off the murderers head, but couldn’t do anything, as Youngjae disappeared at the speed of light.

“Y-Yoongi, we have to help them!” You pleaded, seeing the blood on Taehyung and Jimin, “They could, they-“

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, his chest heaving, “It’s over. We, we can’t do anything.”

Jimin held on to Taehyung, watching the colour leave his eyes, as his own eyes did the same, “T-tae, we’re gonna be okay, we need to hold on, just keep your eyes open.”

“Jimin, we were doomed from the start,” Taehyung choked out, “I wanted our future,” he siren smiled, his eyes getting hazy, “I wanted our children, I wanted our lives together.”

Jimin shook his head, “We can still have that! We- our stories not over yet! Taehyung, I love you!”

Taehyung caressed his cheek, “I love you too, I’m so sorry I never said it back. I wish, this could’ve been different.”

Jimin laughed, before slumping on Taehyungs shoulder. Taehyung let his tears fall, running his hand through the wolf’s hair before he let go, falling sideways on the rock, his last breath leaving him.

The air was still, everything quiet. Taehyung’s body glowed white, before turning into sea foam, being washed away with the calm waves. Jimin laid there, covered in blood, his blood and his soulmates blood.

It was over.

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save-the-cronch · 6 years

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Flowers and Tattoos

Merry Christmas to @trans-space-prince !! I really hope you enjoy this!

This is for the DEH Secret Santa from @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Evan wiped his brow with his sleeve, as soon as he had placed the final load of flowers for a wedding in the buyer’s truck. It had taken all day yesterday to find all the needed flowers and sort them in the order that the bride and groom had asked for. It had only taken half an hour to load the truck.

Once the truck had driven away, Evan walked back inside his mother’s shop and went to the counter to sit on the stool behind the cash register. He didn’t have any orders he needed to work on, so he pulled out his phone and waited for anyone to walk through the doors with any last minute arrangement.

About ten minutes later, Evan looked up at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing. In walked a tall, lanky boy, around the same age as Evan, twenty-three. He has long brown hair and wore ripped, black, skinny jeans, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos littering the boy’s arms.

“Hi! W-welcome to Hansen’s Flowers, how, um, how can I he-help you?” Evan asked, placing his phone into his apron pocket.

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could look at your flowers for references? I work at the tattoo shop two shops down, and I realized that I didn’t have any flowers in my reference book.”

“O-oh! Yes! That’s to-totally fine!” Evan said, beaming at the man in front of him.

“Thanks…”

“Evan.”

“Thanks, Evan. I’m Connor by the way.”

Evan nods at Connor, as the tattooed man makes his way over to the flowers placed on display at the window.

Connor stays in Evan’s shop for half an hour, before he stands up, gives Evan a small wave, and exits the shop. The whole time that Connor was drawing, Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of the long-haired boy. Evan liked how Connor pulled his hair back into a messy bun right before opening his sketchbook. He thought that the tattoos on Connor’s body were beautiful. He admired how Connor was able to concentrate so intensely on his drawing. To Evan, Connor seemed to be that kind of person that had a lot of secrets, and he just needed someone to share those secrets with. For some reason, Evan wanted to be that person.

Two days later Connor showed up in the shop just as Evan was walking out of the back room.

“Hey, Evan, what’s the best way to say ‘congrats on your engagement, I’m sorry for being a bitch when we were in high school, you and Alana totally deserve each other.”

Evan blinks, not completely sure where that came from. “Uh, ye-yeah, one second.” Evan heads off, in search of the perfect flowers for Connor. Five minutes, he returns with plenty of different flowers in his hands. “Okay, so we have red carnations for love and pride, a bunch of daffodils for joy and happiness, yellow roses for a new beginning, and goldenrod for good fortune.”

“Thanks, Evan, these look fantastic.”

Evan smiles at that and goes to wrap the flowers up. “I-if you don’t, um, don’t mind. Who are the-they for?”

“My sister, her wedding is tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner is tonight, she’s marrying her college roommate, super cheesy, but they are good for each other.”

“That’s ni-nice,” Evan finishes tying a bow around the flowers and then hands them to Connor, “Ten fifty please.”

Connor hands over the money, gives Evan another smile and then leaves with the bouquet in hand.

For the next two months, Connor continuously comes into Evan’s shop. They’ve developed a sort of routine, Evan brings them both drinks in the morning, coffee for Connor and tea for Evan, then during lunch, Connor comes into Evan’s shop to eat with him in the break room, sometimes they go out though. Their shops close at the same time, so occasionally they will grab dinner together, on Wednesdays, Connor comes up to Evan’s apartment, which is just above the shop and where his mother lived before she moved in with her boyfriend, well fiancé now, Kyle Heere. They watch the episode of Survivor that airs, while eating a bunch of stove popped popcorn.

On Saturdays, Evan goes with Connor to his apartment to do a movie night. They order out, and share a pint of ice cream, while watching whatever movie they had randomly selected that night. Usually, Wednesday nights end up with Connor’s head in Evan’s lap, while Evan mindlessly rakes his fingers through Connor’s long hair. On Saturdays, Evan is usually asleep before the movie is even over, his head resting in Connor’s lap, or on his shoulder. Connor always wakes him about ten minutes after the movie ends, prolonging the feeling of Evan sleeping on him.

Both boys wished that this could happen every night. Both boys wish that their friendship was more than that. Both boys wished they could have the courage to tell the other this. Both boys knew it would be awhile before they did.

Six months after they had first met, Connor was sitting on the counter, next to the cash register in the flower shop, when a guy, most likely around his and Evan’s age, walked in the door. He was shorter than Connor, defiantly taller than Evan. He wore glasses, and his hair was a dark brown.

“Yo, Evan!” The guy shouts, completely ignoring Connor, as Connor openly stared at him.

Evan hurried out of the back room, wiping the dirt on his hand, onto his jeans. “Jared, you’re early.”

“I got bored, my class was canceled because the professor is sick. So, I decided to come here early! Obviously, I’m better than just sitting here alone.”

“Jar-Jared, I’m not alone, remember whe-when I mentioned Con-Connor?”

“Yeah? So?”

“That’s Connor.” Evan points to Connor, who was still sitting next to the cash register.

“Oh, hey man,” Jared greets, giving a small wave. “Evan has told me a lot about you, is your hair really as soft as Evan says it is?”

At that comment Evan sends a glare to Jared, as Connor laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I believe it is, my sister gave me dove shampoo as a joke one year for Christmas, and I liked how it made my hair feel, so I kept buying the stuff.” Connor shrugs his shoulders as he hops off the counter. “Anyway, I should be getting home, Zoe and Alana are coming over for dinner, and since Zoe is pregnant now, she has really weird cravings. I’ve gotta get prepared for that.”

“Al-alright! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Evan asks, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt.

“Course Ev.” Connor pulls Evan into a hug, waves at Jared, then leaves the store.

One minute of silence later, Jared turns to the nervous blond haired boy. “Dude, he is so into you. When are you planning on turning those movie nights of yours into date nights?”

“Shut, shut up Jared. He isn’t in-into me.”

“I dunno what planet you’re living on, but Connor is totally in love with you. The way he looked at you is the way my Dad looks at my mom when she’s babbling on about whatever story she’s currently writing.” At Jared’s words, Evan’s face gets as red as a rose. “Look, man, all I’m saying is, if you don’t ask him out soon. You might miss your chance.”

“But How am I su-suppose to do that!” Evan cries out. He’s never asked anyone out, and has only gone on a grand total of three dates. He doesn’t know how he should ask Connor out, much less how to proceed with the date if he even says yes.

“Relax dude, I know exactly how to handle this. Connor seems to be exactly like my sister’s boyfriend, and she asked him out so, we’ll base it off of what she did.”

“Bu-but Jenny is a lot mo-more comfortable around people!”

“And you’re comfortable around Connor. Please Evan, just trust me.”

Evan thinks for a moment. Honestly, he really does want to ask Connor out, and since he has no idea how to do that, Jared could help. He just hopes this doesn’t ruin what he already has with the tattooed-covered boy.

Two days later, as Connor walks into the flower shop, he notices that Evan is in the back room. Connor, deciding that he should sneak up on his friend, quietly walks around the counter, and goes to push open the half-cracked door when he hears Evan on the phone. Initially, he wasn’t going to listen in, but that was before he heard Evan mention his name.

“-Okay, but I’m still nervous. I always am! What if Connor doesn’t like me as more than a friend, and he thinks I’m really creepy, and never wants to talk to me again!”

Connor is a surprised at hearing that Evan likes him, but his happiness soon takes over that surprise, as he shoves the door open, and runs towards a shocked Evan.

“Trust me Ev, if I thought you liking me was creepy, I’d be a huge hypocrite.” Connor pulls back from the hug, smiling down at Evan.

“I, uh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to listen in, but I’m glad I did. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? It’ll be like normal, except this time we call it a date, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Perfect,” Connor repeats, as he places a soft kiss on Evan’s cheek.

“And that is how I met your papa.” Connor finishes, placing a soft kiss on Evan’s head, hugging him from behind.”

“Damn dad, why didn’t you wait to see how papa was going to ask you out?” Their daughter, Vivian, asks.

“Well, Viv, I was just too overjoyed by the fact that someone as amazing as your papa liked me, that I just couldn’t wait. Plus, who knows if Ev would have actually followed through with it.”

Vivian and Danny laugh, knowing all too well how nervous their papa can get.

“Hey, I would have asked you out! Eventually, probably with Jared doing most of the work, but it would have happened.” Evan counter reacts, swatting at his husband’s hands that were still placed around his waist. “Now come on, your first day of finals are tomorrow, you need to rest up. Junior year is important.

The teens grumble as they walk down the hall to their respective rooms.

“We did good with them, didn’t we.”

“Yeah, we did.”

Connor turns Evan around in his arms, and leans down to give Evan a slow and soft kiss. Even after being together for twenty years, Evan still feels like a teenager, in lover for the first time, when kissing Connor. He never wants this feeling to go away.

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