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[tsuki-web]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗌! 🏹🩰🦢

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𓍼ོ 𓍢ִ໋🀦 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

𓇢𓆸 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 𝜗𝜚

[vashyr]

୨۪୧  ִ  　トライガン 　⁝ 　𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 　𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦　 ֺ   ⑅ 　( ♡ )

— 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ִ  ۫  ˒

˚꒰♡꒱‧ First post, my requests are open to any requests sfw or nsfw <3

It was late, way too late for anyone to be awake, but your phone buzzed with a soft vibration that startled you out of your sleepy haze. You squinted at the screen, barely making out the time—3:23 AM—and the name that flashed across it.

₊ 　˚ Vash.　 𓂃　 ♥︎

Your heart did a little flip at the sight of his name. Even though you were miles apart, just seeing that he was calling gave you a little rush of warmth. It wasn’t unusual for him to call at odd hours—his job kept him on the move constantly, and he couldn’t always call when it was convenient for you. But you never minded. A call from Vash was always worth waking up for.

You swiped to answer and pressed the phone to your ear, your voice groggy but soft. “Vash…? Is everything okay?”

There was a beat of silence before you heard his voice, a little breathy and… pouty?

“Baaaabe,” he whined, drawing out the word like a child who didn’t get their way. “I miss you sooooo much.”

You could practically see him, that familiar mop of blonde hair and those big, puppy-dog eyes. The image alone made you smile, and you settled back against your pillows, snuggling into the warmth of your bed.

“I miss you too, Vash. Where are you right now?” Your voice was a little hushed, the kind of tone people use when talking in the middle of the night.

He let out a dramatic sigh on the other end. “Somewhere boring. There’s nothing to do here, and I can't stop thinking about you. I just—ugh, I need to hear your voice.”

His whine was adorable, laced with that clingy tone he only ever used when it was just the two of you. You knew Vash could be a bit of a goofball, always flirting and joking around, but when it came to moments like this—when it was just the two of you in your own little world—he was the softest, neediest man you’d ever known.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” you offered, your voice soothing. “That’ll help.”

Vash hummed in agreement, though you could hear the way he shuffled around on the other end, probably flopping down somewhere, just like he always did when he called. “Well, I had a run-in with some bandits, but it wasn’t anything serious. Took care of it without any fighting.” His tone was nonchalant, as if that was just a regular day in his life, which for him, it probably was.

“But then,” he continued, his voice dropping to a lower, more teasing pitch, “I kept thinking about how nice it’d be if you were here with me. We could’ve gone on a little adventure together. You’d have loved the sunset I saw earlier. It made me think of you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. Vash always knew just what to say to make you feel special, even when you were far apart.

“I wish I could’ve been there,” you murmured, curling up tighter beneath your blankets. “It sounds beautiful.”

“It was, but not as beautiful as you,” he said quickly, the flirt in him resurfacing. You could hear the grin in his voice, and even though you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile too.

There was another pause before Vash spoke again, this time softer, more vulnerable. “I really do miss you, though. It’s hard being away from you for so long. I just… I wish I could hold you right now.”

Your heart ached at his confession, the distance between you feeling like a weight that pressed against your chest. Vash wasn’t always vocal about his deeper emotions, but when he did open up like this, it hit you hard. He was all bravado and charm most of the time, but underneath it all, he was just a man who craved closeness—who craved you.

“I wish you were here too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’d hold you so tight you wouldn’t be able to leave again.”

He let out a soft, contented hum at your words. “That sounds perfect.”

For a while, neither of you said anything, just the sound of each other breathing filling the space between words. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only comes when two people are truly at ease with each other, where just being present was enough.

“I bet you’re all cozy in bed right now, huh?” Vash finally said, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy. “I’m so jealous. I wanna be cozy with you.”

You giggled softly, imagining him pouting like a child who had been left out. “I am cozy, but there’s plenty of room for you here. You should come over.”

“I wish!” he groaned dramatically, but you could hear the affection in his voice. “I’d wrap my arms around you and never let go.”

“That sounds nice,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy as the comfort of his voice and the late hour began to lull you back to sleep.

Vash must’ve sensed it because his tone softened even further, like a warm blanket being pulled over you. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll stay on the phone until you do.”

“But what about you? You need to sleep too.”

“I’ll sleep when I can. Right now, I just wanna listen to you.”

His words made your heart melt, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft, contented sigh. Vash was clingy, yes, but in the sweetest way possible. He didn’t just want your attention—he needed it, needed the comfort that only you could provide. And in moments like this, you were happy to give it to him.

“I love you, Vash,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“I love you too, more than you know,” he replied softly. There was a brief pause before he added with a playful whine, “But I still miss youuu.”

With a sleepy smile, you let his words wash over you, your heart swelling with warmth. Even though he was miles away, it felt like he was right there beside you, his voice a gentle comfort that lulled you back into peaceful slumber.

And as your eyes fluttered shut, you heard him whisper one last thing, barely audible but full of love. “Sweet dreams, babe. I’ll be dreaming of you too.”

Just as you thought the call might end there, you heard Vash shift again, his voice thick with need. “You don’t understand how much I wish I could just feel you next to me. I… I’m really trying to behave, but I can’t help it.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the way he practically whined your name, the sound making your heart race. “Vash, what are you doing over there?” you asked, your voice teasing, but with an edge of curiosity.

“Nothing bad,” he replied, but the way he said it made you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piquing. You could hear the soft, quick sound of his breaths, the rustling of clothes, and then a faint, wet noise that made your stomach flutter.

“Are you…?” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“Just keep talking,” he urged, his tone turning a little more desperate. “You don’t know what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you, and now… now it’s just so hard to hold back.”

You could hear another soft rustle, followed by a quiet, almost pained groan that sent heat coursing through your body. The faint wet sounds were unmistakable now, and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself grow needy for him too.

“Vash,” you scolded lightly, even as your heart raced. “You’re supposed to be behaving. I thought you said you would!”

“I am!” he insisted, though his voice was strained, like he was on the edge of losing control. “I just… I need you. I need you to talk to me, to tell me how much you love me. It’s driving me insane!”

You bit your lip, a mix of playful indignation and arousal swirling inside you. “You’re impossible. You’re making this so hard for me.”

He let out a needy groan that was unmistakably full of desire. “Please, don’t stop. I love it when you talk to me like that. It’s so… it makes me want you so badly.”

You could almost hear him shifting again, the soft squelch of movement against the fabric of his clothes creating a sound that only intensified the heat pooling low in your belly. “Vash, you need to calm down. I can’t believe you’re like this,” you said, your voice teasing but with a hint of breathlessness.

But instead of calming down, Vash’s voice grew deeper, thick with need as he continued to plead. “I can’t help it. Just hearing you, imagining you here with me… it’s too much. You don’t understand how much I crave you right now. I just want to feel you. I want to hold you close.”

Your heart raced at his words, a warmth flooding through you as the distance between you felt more palpable than ever. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

“Just for you,” he promised, voice husky and thick, sending shivers down your spine. “Just for you.”

You could hear the quickening of his breaths, the way he was losing himself in the sound

of your voice, and it made your own desire flare up, wrapping around you like a heady mist. You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, your body aching for the closeness you could only dream of.

“Vash,” you whispered again, but this time it was more of a breathy plea. “You need to stop.”

“I can’t!” he cried softly, desperation coating his words. “I want you too much. I’m sorry, but I just… need to hear you more. Just keep talking, and I’ll try to behave, I promise.”

“Try harder,” you teased, even though your own voice was strained, fighting against the heat that was building in you. “What if I told you how much I want you? How much I miss being with you?”

His groan was long and deep, the sound making your insides twist with need. “Oh, god. That’s not fair,” he moaned, the sound mixed with the wet, faint noises that echoed on the line, making it impossible for you to ignore the way your body was responding.

“Tell me what you want,” you urged, your voice dropping into a whisper. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Vash’s breath hitched, a choked sound escaping him as he struggled to get the words out. “I want to feel you, to have you wrapped around me. I want to kiss you until we’re both breathless… to hold you and never let you go.”

His voice cracked, the longing in it raw and palpable, and you could feel your heart race, every word igniting that need deep within you. “Vash,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I want that too. So much.”

He let out another desperate groan, the sound sending jolts of heat through your body. “Please, don’t stop. I need you. I’m so close, and I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore.”

And in that moment, you realized just how much power you held over him, how much he needed you, even from so far away. And though the distance hurt, moments like this—where it was just the two of you, even if it was only over the phone—made it all worth it.

"Alright," you whispered, your tone softening as you settled back into the pillows. "I guess I'll stay on the line... just for you."

⸺ (⠀©⠀)⠀𝆬⠀ ○⠀vashyr⠀ .ㅤ ও

[junsite]

its winter 1993 and i fell in love somewhere in the middle of pittsburg.

투바투 최수빈 ༝ gn reader 1.3k college au angst? ༯ cw. alcohol usage, brief mention of physical intimacy, grief?, lmk.

yuyu note 𖡎 this is heavily inspired by the perks of being a wallflower. i hope you enjoy ୨ৎ (recommend listening to homesick by w2e while reading..)

it wasn’t new to you. another new year spent at a full house, every partygoer spilling liquor from their breath while you held your red solo cup. right now you were just trying to make your way through the crowd of sweaty girls looking for their partners, the disgustingly sticky floor, and the musty fragrance that infiltrated your nostrils.

soobin knew you hated parties like this but dragged you along anyway. why invite you when he was going to disappear within the first ten minutes? either way, it wasn’t like you could say no to him. you were his best friend after all, his partner in crime. you couldn’t just leave him unsupervised.

the moment you reached some sort of air circulation, you took a deep breath, plugging in your headphones, fidgeting with the black wire as you took small sips from your cup. your playlist shuffled from the smiths, to joy division, and a mixture of all things you loved.

a sudden tap on your shoulder brought you back down, turning around to see that same dimpled smile you love. his eyes sparkled, messy hair falling perfectly over his forehead. you felt a visible release of tension as you sighed.

“some other people over there are gonna start playing truth or dare,”

you could smell the light scent of liquor on his breath, “wanna go?”

you nodded slowly, grabbing onto his sleeve as you walked through the crowd again. truth or dare was always a timeless game that, even now, two years into college, it followed you. there was already a small clearing formed in the back corner of the lounge.

no matter how much you dreaded the game, you sat down beside soobin on the floor, now meeting some familiar faces. it was a simple game; stick a bottle in the middle, spin it, and whoever it landed on had to pick truth or dare. like always, the game consisted of secretive questions and more physical touch than needed. it wasn’t until the bottle landed on soobin that you truly started paying attention.

“oh uh, t-tr.. no! dare!” he stammered, looking over at jisung, anticipating the worst.

jisung gave you a knowing look, pretending to think intensely. honestly, the only person who couldn’t see your overwhelming crush on soobin was him himself. so what would anyone do to pursue this everlasting love?

“i dare you to.. kiss the prettiest girl here.” jisung smirked, giving you a knowing look.

the words echoed in your head, the world slowing down as you looked over to soobin. you could see the color rising in his cheeks, his eyes darting around nervously. the pushing from the others clearly getting to him. it was like all eyes were on you, expecting him to finally make that first move, then happily ever after. you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, hands clammy prepared for his touch. then he turned, his soft lips pressing a tender kiss onto jisu. choi jisu. the choi jisu that wasn’t you. you felt the room tilt, a sharp pain slicing through your chest as if someone had physically struck you.

the cheers died down, the room spinning around you. you forced a chuckle, a brittle sound that cracked at the edges as soobin turned back to you, his face a mask of embarrassment. your vision blurred, tears pricking at your waterline, threatening to fall. you tried to steady your breathing,, looking down at your own interlocked hands, nails digging into each other leaving a sting.

“oh, wow,” someone exclaimed, the voices around you muffled and distant. “that was.. uh.. unexpected.”

three more rounds. you just had to endure three more rounds. but the pain was too raw, too immediate. you couldn’t sit through it anymore. with a shaky breath, you slowly stood up, the room spinning slightly as you did. an uncoordinated speed walk toward the kitchen, the noise of the party fading into the background, despite the heavy bass vibrating the floor beneath you.

you had to lean against the counter to ground yourself, the cool surface calming that burning pit that dug deeper and deeper into your stomach. a few minutes passed, each second feeling like an eternity. the kitchen was a little quieter, the party's noise dulled by the walls, and the lack of people comforting your aching pain. you took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself, when you heard footsteps approaching. you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“hey,” he mumbled as he walked closer, voice soft and laced with worry, “you okay?”

you forced a smile, opening your eyes to meet his worried gaze. “yeah, i’m fine,” you muttered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the care. it made your heart ache even more.

“why’d you run out like that? the bottle landed on your spot before you left,” he gave you a small smile, likely to try to brighten the mood.

you shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i’m.. i'm fine. really.” the words felt hollow. “can we just.. can we just go home?”

“yeah.. uh.. yeah, let’s just get out of here.”

the walk back to his car was silent, the cold night air a stark contrast to the mix of heat you had inside. you focused on the crunch of gravel beneath your feet, anything to keep your mind from replaying the scene over and over, the daggering stares that would especially keep you up at night.

you leaned back against the seat, closing your eyes. the quiet hum of the engine as soobin started the car was oddly comforting, the radio buzzing static; he still hadn’t fixed it. the silence between you was heavy but familiar, a shared understanding that words weren’t necessary right now. the street lights flickered past, casting fleeting shadows across soobin’s face. you stole a glance at him, or maybe two, or maybe it was blatant staring at the one you refused to acknowledge belonged to another.

you both sat in the car for a moment longer, the silence wrapping around you like a fragile cocoon as he parked in front of your dorm building. finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door. “goodnight, soobin.”

“goodnight,” he echoed, watching as you stepped out. you gave him a small wave before heading inside, the cool night air a balm to your burning eyes.

you unlocked your door and stepped inside, the quiet of your dorm deafening. leaning against the closed door, you let out a long, shuddering breath. as you slid down to the floor, knees pulled to your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. was it really fair to feel this hurt? he hadn’t done anything wrong. but the more you tried to rationalize it, the more the pain seemed to deepen, settling into every corner of your heart.

now, sitting alone in your dorm, the weight of those years pressed down on you. it wasn’t just a crush. it was a love that had been nurtured and grown over a decade. seeing him kiss her wasn’t just a momentary sting; it was the shattering of a thousand unspoken dreams and hopes. you buried your face in your hands, willing the tears to stay at bay. maybe you were overreacting. maybe it wasn’t fair to feel this way. but love wasn’t fair. it was messy and complicated, and it didn’t care about logic or reason. the tears came anyway, silent and relentless. you allowed yourself to cry, to mourn the love that had never had a chance to bloom. you cried for the missed opportunities, the words left unsaid, and the heart that had been laid bare tonight.

han jisung chem

hey im sorry abt tonight i had no clue he would do that look if you need anyone to talk to im here sorry again

read 2:37am

end note 𖡎 english isn't my first language & angst isn't my strong suite so this was really hard to write LOL. please do reblog if you enjoyed tho :p i might make a part 2..........

[jangmiu]

since the sy is ending, i'm planning to create a smau again but i'll finish it this time T.T (it'll be a jungwon smau again)

[woneuntonzz]

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[chuchurio]

The stream whispers, soft and mellow, That you've passed by before, tales of your fate from so long ago, reach in and take a peek, listen to the melody you've left behind.

 Intro.

₊˚.⋆ 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒊 - 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓 - 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚  ₊˚.⋆

₊˚.⋆ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 -> 𝑾𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔

₊˚.⋆ 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒊𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

Guidance.

₊˚.⋆ | 𝑨𝒐3 | ₊˚.⋆

₊˚.⋆ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 !

Closest Melody.

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[cloakedtruths]

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[chobunz]

𐙚 주세요 달콤한 그 맛 ice cream cake . . . 🍫

writing silly stories to pass the time !

marz. | carrd. | other blog.

now serving . . . 🍦

make-up sex hc’s - hyung line + jungwon

stress relief - s.jy

jay’s body - p.js

[nanakorobiyaokii]

♡‧ ₊˚ , 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) SAKURA w/ foods (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ♡‧ ₊˚ , 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[bluesidez]

Can’t get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.

content warning: nothing but fluff...for now 😗

word count: 1.3k, not proofread

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Imagine you’re trying to get into baking or something and you’re not used to your oven AT ALL.

Cherry pies? Ruined.

Apple fritters? Apple crisps.

Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.

Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.

Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.

You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?

The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. You’re not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.

The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friend’s birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.

Your icing is finished and delicious. You’ve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.

As you’re piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.

“No, no, no!!!” you cry as you turn to open it.

You can’t do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.

Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.

You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldn’t even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.

You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why aren’t the sprinklers on?

By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.

You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.

Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.

One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.

It doesn’t take long for them to put it out and come back outside.

“Are you ok?,” one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. He’s sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.

“Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! No! So sorry, I’m still a little…winded from everything,” you say, embarrassed.

“Ok, well as long as you’re fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” he asks.

You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.

“I was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,” you reply. “I don’t know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.”

He tilted his head at you as you whined away.

“Is this the first time that something like this has happen?”

You shake your head no, “This is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.”

“Hm. Well I’ll have the crew here check it out.”

An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.

“You’re really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,” Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. “And also, never open the oven if there’s a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.”

You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.

Miguel looked down at you again, “Do you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?”

“My grandma lives a couple of streets down,” you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.

“Tell you what, how about you settle there for the night and I’ll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?”

“That would be amazing! Thank you so much. I’m sorry for all of this,” you gesture to your house.

“It happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, I’m the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandma’s?”

You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguel’s lap, heartbeat racing.

The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.

You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.

You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandma’s front door.

Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.

She’s about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.

“And who is this?” she says, a bit shocked.

“My name is Captain O’Hara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.”

Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesn’t stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.

“I’m ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.”

She thanks Miguel profusely, “Son, what’s your favorite food? I’ll have it made and sent down there for you.”

Miguel laughs heartily. You’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to answer that until he beats you to it.

“Whatever your specialty is, I’ll take it,” he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandma’s hands.

“Cap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,” a firefighter yells from truck.

“Well if you all can excuse me, duty calls!” he says and runs back to the truck.

“I can’t believe you burnt a cake! Haven’t I taught you better? And you know you’re making him that food, right?” your grandma says as you step inside.

“Grandma,” you say, affronted. “It was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.”

“Hmph,” she says, with a click of her tongue. “Well, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.”

“Grandma.”

“I have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.”

“Grandma!”

There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.

“So are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?” she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.

You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.

divider by: @benkeibear ❤️‍🔥

the grandma convo is heavily inspired by my own grandma lol. tagging @miguelhugger2099 @kit-and-wolfe @huniedeux @ugh-ok-fiyn because I want y’all to see this 😗

[nicodefresas]

— Simple symbols!!

ᜊ ☠︎︎ ැ‎ ത ✩

·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ εϊз 𓐐𓎩 ・₊﹆ɞ

⍣ ೋ 𖦹 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ - ', ꒱ ↷

ꕀ ᥀ ❀✦⠀⠀♬⠀⠀♪⠀⠀꠹ᭂ

༺⠀ 𓄧 ♡︭ ୭ৎ 𓋜

𐐪𐑂 ♫ ░▹ જ⁀➴ ᜊ ⊹ 𖧷

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋࿐ ｡˚ 𖦹 ○ ⌒

[mwdesiign]

tram trips and banana bread ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[vashyr]

୨۪୧  ִ  　トライガン 　⁝ 　𝘥𝘰𝘨 　𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦　 ֺ   ⑅ 　( ♡ )

— 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯: 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 ִ  ۫  ˒

˚꒰♡꒱‧ I gasped out loud when I saw this request, you are so smart <3

When you first bring Wolfwood home, Vash’s reaction isn’t what you expect. Usually, he’s thrilled at the prospect of meeting new people or bringing a guest into his space, but today, his excitement fades into a quiet sadness. His golden retriever ears droop, and his tail—usually a blur of wagging joy—is still.

He lingers in the doorway, eyes wide with uncertainty, watching as you help Wolfwood settle in. You notice how Vash's gaze flickers, how his shoulders slump as he takes in the sleek, graceful figure of Wolfwood, a dark-furred hybrid with piercing eyes and an air of mystery that’s so unlike Vash’s open, bright nature.

“Vash?” you call, patting your lap, hoping to coax him over with a comforting smile. For a moment, he hesitates, glancing between you and Wolfwood. The black cat hybrid is already sprawled across the couch, his gaze cool and assessing as he sizes up his new surroundings.

Vash watches this quietly, his usual liveliness replaced by a pensive, almost hurt expression. His tail twitches just once before falling still again.

He pads over, finally, but it’s slow, each step hesitant. When he reaches you, he lowers his head, his golden ears flattened against his head, and he gazes up at you with those big, puppy eyes that are now filled with something achingly sad. He doesn’t sit up or press his head against your hand as he normally would; instead, he just stares, shoulders slumped, looking almost heartbreakingly vulnerable.

“Are you replacing me... mama?” His voice is a soft, unsure murmur, and you feel your heart clench. You’ve never seen him like this—Vash, who’s usually full of boundless energy, his love so wide and open it fills every corner of the room. Now, though, his warmth is gone, replaced by this quiet fear.

He’s never really had to share your attention with anyone before, and now, with Wolfwood here, it’s as if he’s questioning his entire place in your life.

“No puppy,” you say, pulling him close and cradling his face in your hands. “You’re still my best boy.” You give him a soft scratch behind the ears, and he leans into your touch, letting out a shaky sigh. He presses his cheek against your hand, his tail finally giving a tiny, hopeful wag.

Wolfwood, lounging nearby, watches the two of you with a slightly raised eyebrow. “You know, I’m not here to steal your spot or anything,” he drawls, crossing his arms as his dark eyes narrow on Vash. “I don’t need the clingy treatment, thanks.”

Vash's ears perk up at that, but his eyes are still wary as he sizes up the new hybrid. He’s not entirely convinced—after all, he’s seen Wolfwood’s relaxed sprawl on the couch, the way he confidently takes up space like he belongs here. It’s like Wolfwood has an effortless charm Vash isn’t sure he can compete with.

But when you tug him closer, giving him a reassuring pat, Vash’s gaze softens, and he slowly lets his head rest on your shoulder, a little huff of relief escaping him.

“Promise?” he whispers, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of a whine.

You smile and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Promise,” you say, and Vash finally melts, the tension in his shoulders easing as he lets out a deep, contented sigh. His tail thumps against the floor, finally showing the happiness that’s come back to his heart. Wolfwood watches the two of you, rolling his eyes a bit, but there’s a flicker of understanding in his gaze as he turns his attention back to his own space.

Wolfwood might be a little gruff, but Vash has no idea how deeply he’s loved. He doesn’t need to worry about being replaced because no one could ever take his spot in your heart. He’s still your sunshine, your loyal companion who’s always there with a wagging tail and boundless love. As he snuggles closer, his cheek pressed to yours, you know he’s finally reassured that he’ll always be first in line for your affection.

As the days go on, the subtle rivalry between Vash and Wolfwood grows more obvious, though in different ways. Vash, ever the loyal golden retriever hybrid, finds himself constantly hovering near you, his boundless energy amplified by the new competition for your attention.

Whenever you walk into a room, he’s instantly by your side, tail wagging with a bit more enthusiasm than usual, a gleam of determination in his eyes. Every little opportunity to cuddle, every time you reach to pet him, he soaks it all up, nuzzling into your touch as if to remind you he’s right here—he’s always been here.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood, with his sleek, dark coat and lazy, feline grace, seems unbothered on the surface, lounging in corners or sprawling across the furniture with a casual elegance. But even with his laid-back demeanor, there’s an unmistakable air of competition in his eyes. He doesn’t dart to your side the way Vash does, but he positions himself just close enough to remind you he’s around, always watching, waiting for those quiet moments when Vash isn’t glued to your side.

The rivalry flares in the smallest, most amusing ways. Vash brings you his favorite toy—a slightly chewed-up tennis ball—with a proud grin, nudging it toward you and then eagerly watching, waiting for you to toss it. “Look what I found!” he barks happily, his tail wagging furiously as he hopes you’ll indulge him in a game of fetch.

But just as you reach for the ball, Wolfwood, draped lazily on the arm of the couch, clears his throat. His gaze is cool, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he extends a paw lazily in front of him, stretching with a dramatic yawn. He blinks at you slowly, his dark, piercing eyes drawing you in almost like a silent command. You feel compelled to reach out to him, your fingers automatically moving to scratch behind his ears. Wolfwood purrs, satisfied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he side-eyes Vash, who’s clearly pouting.

Vash’s ears droop as he watches you fawn over the cat hybrid, his heart sinking just a little. But he’s not one to give up that easily. With a determined bark, he trots over and nuzzles his head against your other hand, his eyes bright and pleading, hoping to capture your attention back from Wolfwood’s calm, magnetic pull.

“I can purr too,” Vash says, though it’s more of a low rumble that’s nowhere near as smooth as Wolfwood’s purr, but he tries, blue eyes fixed on you with an eager hope.

Wolfwood gives an unimpressed huff, leaning closer to you with that effortless grace only a cat hybrid could pull off. He doesn’t say anything, but his smug glance at Vash says it all: Beat that. His head rests against your shoulder, his eyes slowly closing in that contented way, and the low, rich sound of his purr fills the air. It’s deep, almost like a soothing vibration, and he knows it’s working when you start stroking his hair absently, completely drawn into his quiet, mesmerizing presence.

But Vash, being Vash, decides to take a more straightforward approach. He leans into you, crowding Wolfwood’s space, his tail thumping against the floor as he nudges his nose against your cheek, his expression bright and affectionate. “I love you so much,” he murmurs softly, pressing little puppy kisses to your temple, hoping to melt you with his warmth.

Wolfwood’s eyes snap open, an irritated flick of his tail brushing against Vash’s leg. He scoffs under his breath, leaning his head back and giving Vash a faintly annoyed look. “She doesn’t need a slobbery pup slobbering all over her, you know,” he mutters, clearly unimpressed by Vash’s overt display. But he leans a little closer to you anyway, just so Vash can’t edge him out entirely.

In response, Vash puffs up, his brows knitting together as he gives Wolfwood a challenging look. “I’m not slobbering! She likes it, right?” he says, leaning his head closer to you, his puppy eyes shining with an almost pleading look as if hoping you’ll take his side.

You try to soothe them both, giving Vash a gentle scratch behind the ears before reaching over to smooth your hand over Wolfwood’s sleek, dark hair. “There's enough room for the both of you,” you say with an amused laugh, but it only spurs them on.

Wolfwood, finally done with the silent battle, leans against you more insistently, his arms folding over his chest as he fixes Vash with a smug, victorious smirk. “Room, maybe,” he purrs, “but not enough attention for the both of us.” His tail flicks against your leg, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his purring increasing in volume as he watches Vash with a look of superiority.

Vash’s face falls a bit, but he tries not to show it. He edges closer, leaning his head against your other shoulder, his eyes looking up at you as if to say, Please don’t forget about me. You feel his warm breath against your cheek, and he gives you a hopeful smile, his tail giving a small, tentative wag. “You know I’m the good boy here,” he mumbles, nuzzling against your cheek with a puppy-like gentleness.

Your heart twists as you look between the two, sensing Vash’s quiet worry and Wolfwood’s hidden jealousy. Giving them each a soft pat, you press a reassuring kiss to Vash’s cheek, which instantly makes him beam with joy, his tail wagging harder now that he has your undivided attention. And to Wolfwood, you give a soft scratch under his chin, which makes him sigh in satisfaction, his eyes slowly closing as he leans further into your touch.

“See?” you say softly, smiling at them both. “I’ve got plenty of attention for each of you. You don’t have to fight over me.”

For a moment, the two hybrids seem to accept your words. Wolfwood settles down with a contented hum, his eyes closing as he resumes his leisurely purring. And Vash, reassured by your touch, gives a happy sigh, snuggling closer to your side, his earlier worry finally ebbing away.

Maybe they’ll never fully get along, but in moments like this, you can at least manage a truce, their silent rivalry fading into a soft, cozy warmth as they both relax against you.

⸺ (⠀©⠀)⠀𝆬⠀ ○⠀vashyr⠀ .ㅤ ও

[jangmiu]

so.. i have a thing for reading an angst fic then crying after.. LIEK WDYM JUNGWON AND ME BROKE UP?!?!?!?!? 😭😭😭 I would NEVER

[dovveri]

the right reasons

bachelorette masterlist - part 1 ▸ part 2 ▸ part 3 ▸ part 4 ▸ part 5 ▸ part 7

synopsis: final stretch of the season. home visits.

warnings: implied sex

w/c: 3.4k

a/n: apologies for late update i have been laid on my literal deathbed with sickness and the brain juices have basically run out for this series so this is a short update to get them flowing again and hopefully i can wrap it up soon 🙏 ty for the support as always!

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the next few days are hectic with house visits. because of the contract you had both signed, and the fact that the entire nation has been invested with sana's journey to find love, it was a given that sana wouldn't be able to just drop out of show. that didn't mean she didn't try, in fact you had to pull her back from calling all the lawyers in the district to break her contract, insisting that it was fine to see the show through and that you were going to be there for her no matter what. it took a few more assurances, and a couple rounds of sex, kisses, and promised cuddles before she reluctantly agreed to continue filming the upcoming home visits.

jiwon's family was first. you had both met her younger siblings and her several nieces and nephews that were very young. they were all very sweet and it was adorable watching jiwon entertain the young ones.

fortunately, the classic 'father figure that gives the intruder the i'll kill you if you hurt her speech' wasn't present because it seemed jiwon served as that person for her younger siblings. though her younger sister was a little skeptical at first, she easily warmed up when she saw how great sana was with her kids.

sana and jiwon wrapped up the night with a private talk, one which sana didn't share with you, but you were learning to trust her, even though it still looked like she was dating 4 people and soon to choose the love of her life, you had to trust that it was going to be you after it all ended.

jacky's family was next except since most of his family was back in australia, you actually just had a nice dinner at jacky's apartment with eunji who jacky had nominated as his family stand-in. you had apologised profusely to eunji for not being a better friend and not being there for her on the night she was eliminated but she laughed at you and rolled her eyes, saying it was completely fine. she was also friendly with sana who was a little anxious seeing her again so soon after practically rejecting her on national television, but eunji was extremely cool, and they got along even better as friends.

if you ignored the cameras set up everywhere and the producers running in and out, it was a pretty normal night between 4 friends. you had enjoyed dinner made by both jacky and eunji, drunk soju, sung bad karaoke on jacky's home-installed karaoke television set, and played nintendo switch games all night.

in typical bachelor fashion, jacky and sana also had their own private talk on the balcony towards the end of the night, although it was a little silly watching the producers and camera crew figure out how to film it because it was a small apartment, meant only for jacky to live in, so the balcony was basically right outside the living room where you and eunji had stayed, trying not to look outside and give them their privacy while they were having their mandated talk.

then, the crew had surprised everyone with a flight to japan for momo's home visit. momo had greeted all of you at the airport in a traditional kimono and one ready for sana as well. sana had teared up seeing her and being in her country of birth again. the next few hours were a whirlwind as momo and her sister hana took you all for a tour of their home city, stopping by all the essential places to eat, take pictures at, and had even brought you to momo's old dance studio where they had readied a performance just for sana. the producers were very happy with the amount of content they were getting as you explored the city.

you could tell sana absolutely loved this date. the amount of planning momo put into it showed how much she wanted to impress sana, and how much she understood her homesickness and her love for her birth country. it was hard to be jealous of momo getting most of sana's attention during the date when sana was on the verge of tears at every new sight, sound, and feeling. and momo was a sweetheart anyway, always being inclusive of everyone, making sure she was there if anyone needed translation or help with anything, you adored her as a friend, grateful that she was able to provide this experience for sana during the stressful filming season it's been.

you ended the day at momo's house. you met her parents and although you were a little intimidated by her dad's buff physique, he turned out to be a big teddy bear who supported his daughter more than anything. both her parents were glad to be able to converse with sana in their native language, and easily warmed up to her because of the fact that she was japanese and communication was made a lot easier. you spent a lot of the dinner just watching them, only catching hints of their conversation from your select knowledge about the japanese language, but momo noticed eventually and tried to translate as much as she could which you appreciated very much.

it was only a little awkward when momo and sana went for their end of the night chat and you had to sit with momo's family attempting to make small talk with your broken japanese. it turned out okay when momo's mom smiled sweetly and brought out dessert, turning on the television and flicking to an episode of the bachelorette with japanese subtitles. it turned out to be the episode that heechul had tried to rizz up momo and sana using his almost offensive japanese, and you were all able to laugh as you tried to explain using gestures and your best attempt at charades exactly what type of man heechul was behind the scenes.

although japan and korea weren't far, the crew had let you had some time off in japan and granted a day off after filming the dinner with momo's family so that sana could go home and see her family as well. so that night you had taken the bullet train from kyoto to osaka and sana had held your hand, leaning into you as she talked through her childhood stories softly. it felt like it was just the two of you against the rest of the world.

the next day sana was positively glowing. she practically skipped around you in circles while she took you around her home town. it was clear she was loved and missed in the neighbourhood. sweet old ladies and old friends were stopping her everywhere, asking how she was, if she was going to move back to japan soon, everyone wanted a piece of her.

you had dinner with sana's parents who you'd met already when they flew to korea for sana's graduation. although there was still the language barrier, it was easily overcome when sana's mom started showing you albums of sana's baby pictures and pictures of her throughout her childhood.

sana had squealed adorably, trying to cover up her baby pictures and chasing you around the house while you yelled out comments while rapidly flipping through the pictures before she could catch you.

you ended the night collapsed on sana's bed in her childhood room, cuddled into each other. you never really decorated your room when you were younger, too repressed and focused on your studies to ever find the time or worth in doing so. but seeing sana's walls plastered with old japanese anime posters, idols, her ceiling dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars, and pictures of her friends and family everywhere, you can't help but yearn for the childhood you could've had if you had tore away from the books for a little bit.

you're both laid supine on the bed, looking at the imitation night sky sana has in her room, little do you know sana's gaze is focused on you instead.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"thank you for being here."

"are you kidding? i wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. plus we just got a free trip to japan, life couldn't be any better. i should be thanking you."

sana giggles and fully turns her body, facing you and draping an arm over your stomach. you have your arm under her neck, supporting it while she nuzzles into you.

when she starts playing with the bottom of your shirt, sneaky fingers sliding up and under it, you squeeze out a warning, "sana... your parents are literally next door."

you can feel her smirk against your neck as she starts leaving light kisses along it, and you're helpless, lifting your head slightly to give her better access.

she hums against you, "you can be quiet can't you?"

you make a muffled sound of protest, "your childhood idols and plushies are watching us right now."

you can't see it but sana rolls her eyes, continuing her way up your neck, "i lived out my teen years in here. you think they haven't seen me get off?"

you squirm at the thought, the image of sana under her sheets, trying to keep quiet while she touched herself to whatever fantasies she had at the time.

"you're thinking about it aren't you? how i looked- coming home after school- do you have a school uniform kink y/n? that's slightly concerning y'know?" she leaves a hot trail of dangerous kisses up your throat with each phrase, intent on driving you absolutely crazy.

"n-no!"

"mm okay." then her lips are on yours and really, you should know better than to alert her parents of your sexual proclivities but when sana's licking into you like that you can't blame yourself for not being able to think straight.

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the final date is of course, with jihyo back in korea.

you were nervous walking in through the front door, the sight of jihyo's parents and her sisters, all familiar faces from when sana and jihyo used to host parties and get-togethers for the various holidays of the year.

fortunately, jihyo's parents and rest of her family were sweet enough to welcome the both of you with open arms. as if the breakup never happened. you gripped sana's hand tightly knowing she was probably going through a hellstorm of emotions right now, being in an environment that reminded her of the brokenness jihyo left her with.

what you did not expect was jihyo's ex-boyfriend to also be at the dining table, all smiles and big buff arms.

sana's hand tightened around yours at the sight of him, her eyes quickly flashing to jihyo with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. jihyo avoids her gaze, sitting down next to her ex-boyfriend instead.

you hear sana take a deep breath, composing herself before the cameras and smiling, you can see straight through it though, keeping her hand in yours when you take your seats at the table, glaring daggers at both jihyo and her ex.

it's clear the tension around the table is present.

jihyo's mom clears her throat, attempting to strike up a conversation, "so sana... it's been a while since we've seen you. what have you been up to?"

sana smiles politely, "well this entire show has been a pretty big thing lately. although i will say i was very surprised to see jihyo there on opening night. not as surprised as i am to see your ex-boyfriend here though." sana directs towards jihyo, a little harshly, stabbing her food with her fork.

"sungbin. it's nice to meet you." sungbin offers a polite nod, but keeps mostly to himself.

"sungbin is my best friend. i thought if y/n could go on this whole experience with you then it wouldn't be a problem if i brought my best friend along." her tone is cutting, like she knows something you don't. "besides... my family's already met you and given you their approval. i thought the whole point of home visits was to get to know people close to me and see if they like you?"

sana shuffles a little in her seat, her grip on you tightens. "right."

the table falls silent again, only the sounds of cutlery scrapping against plates able to be heard.

it's more than awkward and you can see the producers talking worriedly with each other, coming up with any ways to make this more entertaining.

it's jihyo's dad that clears his throat this time, "so sana... do you think you've found your 'one' on this show? i know jihyo is a contestant on your show but know we still care about you and want the best for you, even if that's not our daughter." he smiles kindly, while his wife pecks him on the cheek for his sweet words.

"dad!" jihyo startles.

"what? just because you decided to break up with sana doesn't mean we wanted to let go of her."

"yeah sungbin isn't nearly as good as you at super mario bros even with all those muscles." jihyo's youngest sister chimes in with a laugh, lightening the mood easily as you slip into old conversations and reminiscing better times. you can see the producers visibly relaxing as conversation starts flowing, but jihyo is still tense, unable to look at anyone except sungbin in the eye.

eventually the night leads you into board games with the family while sana takes jihyo outside to talk. you give her a reassuring look before she heads outside, sungbin gives you a strange glance but you don't bother paying him any attention. regardless of his presence, he was still a stranger to you.

you're celebrating your third pass by the go slot in monopoly when the argument outside starts to get louder and louder, able to be heard from inside the house.

"why would you bring him here!?"

"what do you mean why? don't tell me you haven't been sneaking around with y/n this entire time! you haven't even given this show a chance have you?! you haven't given us a chance!"

"jihyo i told you last time that we are over! we have been over for over a year now!"

"i apologised for that okay! i just thought- i didn't think you'd be the type of person to go on this show for the wrong reasons sana."

"what- what wrong reasons?!"

"you're not here to find love! you've had it! even when we were dating i always thought it was kinda weird how close you and y/n were!"

"what- what are you talking about jihyo?!"

"you know damn well what i'm talking about."

"i don't."

"the fact that you've been in love with y/n since way before we were dating sana."

"wh- what?!"

"yeah. i figured if you're not taking this experience seriously than i give you a taste of your own medicine. that's why i invited sungbin tonight. everyone talks about people only coming on these reality shows for their 15 minutes of fame, i didn't peg you to be one of them sana."

"i am taking this seriously! how can you tell me anything about what i've been doing when you've had tunnel vision this entire time? you've only been focused on trying to get me back after i already told you that we're over!"

"if you are taking this seriously then tell me you don't have feelings for y/n. tell me you're going to end up with one of the final four, it doesn't have to be me, but don't you think you owe it to the others who have been trying so hard to impress you this entire time to give it your all?"

"i- that's not for you to decide jihyo."

"you can't say it can you?"

there's silence for a bit, the muffled sound of sniffling. you can't help but feel like you're intruding, and the fact that everything was being filmed and recorded right now made it even worse.

you quietly slip out of board games night and head towards the producers.

"you're going to cut that out right?"

"sorry?"

"their conversation. you'll cut it out?"

"excuse me, who do you think you are?"

"sana's best friend. who cares about her and her national reputation as korea's most eligible bachelorette."

the producer sighs exasperatedly, "we'll see what we do in the final edits. no promises." he rolls his eyes and pushes past you to go talk to the camera directors.

you hurridely go outside to see sana sitting on the balcony, her head in her hands, jihyo looking out across the balcony.

"sana?"

they both turn to you, jihyo rolls her eyes predictably, scoffing and moving past you back inside. you take the opportunity to step outside and close the door behind you.

"sana sweetheart..."

sana's eyes are watery, barely concealed emotions rampant across her face.

"cameras." she gestures weakly around the balcony where cameras and microphones are still set up.

"let's go home then."

she takes a breath, nodding slightly and taking your outstretched hand, you squeeze it reassuringly, leading her out of the house and offering your goodbyes to jihyo's family.

rather than take the driver back to the bachelorette pad, you insist on driving and giving the driver the rest of the night off. that way, you can at least ensure the both of you aren't under the watchful eye of producers looking to make a buck off sana's misfortune for entertainment.

it also helps that you can take a detour and head to a late night ice-cream parlour you and sana used to go to all the time as college students.

you grin when you see sana's expression immediately brighten when you pull up into familiar streets.

"where are we going y/n?"

"somewhere as sweet as you."

"ice-cream?"

"mhm."

she squeals happily, hugging you and you try your best to return it with a laugh while you keep your eyes on the road.

you park and walk into the ice-cream parlour hand in hand.

sana beams when she walks in, excited to taste test all the flavours despite always getting the same thing every time. you let her be childish again to forget all the things jihyo's said to her.

once she's tasted everything you order your usual white crumble pistachio and strawberry yoghurt for sana.

as always, she has to try some of yours and you must try some of hers because she's tried yours so it's only fair. except this time she leans in to kiss you, the flavours mixing on your tongues, a sweet kiss with no cameras or pressure, a moment just for the two of you.

after you're both finished with your cones, she leans into you, placing her head on your shoulder.

"about what jihyo said..."

"it's okay sana. you don't have to explain anything. i shouldn't have been eavesdropping anyway."

she snorts, "well i mean- it's going to be broadcast nationally anyway."

"maybe not. producers said they'll take it into consideration."

"mm. i haven't- i don't-"

you let her think, placing an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, letting her come up with the words in her own time.

"i love you. i told you that already. i don't know for how long- maybe jihyo's right and maybe i've always loved you. that doesn't mean that- it doesn't meant that i haven't put my all into this right?"

"of course not sweetie. i don't know if it was the same for you but i didn't even realise i had romantic feelings for you until during this. in the beginning, i was completely focused on finding the person that would be right for you. and i think you were too. it just so happened that halfway through, we started- well i realised that you were it for me." you turn to face her gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek.

she rubs her nose against yours softly with a smile, "you're it for me too. i'll figure out how to get through the rest of the season, but i think jihyo's right in that i have to start being honest with the rest of the contestants. none of them deserve to be led on like this."

"i'm sorry i kinda fucked up this whole show for you."

she pecks you chastely, "silly... we wouldn't be here together or have realised our feelings for each other if this didn't happen right? we just have to be selfish for a little more."

you sigh against her, bringing her into a proper kiss, lips trying to convey just how much you felt for her.

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