#''i won’t leave you.' he tells you. 'you have me until the end.'' ʕ>⌓<｡ʔ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wowtobio · 5 years ago

Note

Hi! Can I request headcanons where Atsunu and Oikawa are in love with the same girl and compete for her love? I

New Neighbor? Where Atsumu and Oikawa try to win your love

thanks for the request :) i hope u enjoy!

warnings: slight angst and implied sexual content

*pretend hinata is you hehe ;)

“(y/n)-chan!! I can’t believe you’re leaving me!!” Oikawa complains as you pack the last few things in your overflowing suitcase.

It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon in your home in Miyagi and you found yourself in your room with Oikawa casually laying on your bed.

“Tooru, I’m sorry you know this was not my choice.” You spoke softly, Oikawa sat up and continued his whining

“But still! We’ve been together since we were kids and you’re just gonna abandon me?? After everything we’ve been through!!?” You threw a pillow at the loud mouthed setter.

It was true, when you moved to Miyagi when you were 6 years old, you two hit it off and are still as close as ever today. Your parents had demanding jobs that required them to travel all over Japan leaving you home alone. Your parents were close with Oikawa’s so they trusted to look after you. You were practically raised by them but over time you learned to fend for yourself with a little help from him and his family.

“Quit your screaming! And don’t make it out like we’re dating hmph. You still have Iwa-kun to cling onto. You’ll be alright.” You stood up and clasped his hands with yours. A fire sparked into your eyes as you looked at him.

“Besides, you have to promise me that you’ll go and win nationals. Win the dream with your team!” Oikawa glances at your hands before letting them go and hooking his pinky with your small, dainty ones.

“Mm, you can count on me (y/n)-chan”

You smile brightly and without warning wrap your arms around the brunette’s neck. He pauses before allowing his hands to gather at the small of your back and hugging your waist. As a goodbye, you squeeze him closer and bury your face in the crook of his neck and he digs his face into your shoulder. Your breath hitched in your throat as you swear you felt him press a kiss on your neck, but you didn’t mention it. You two just savored the moment and each others warmth as it was probably going to be the last time you two would be in each others presence for awhile. Probably.

It has been two months since your family made the move to Hyogo, your parents as expected were not home as usual and at first it was hard for you to adapt without the presence of your parents and your childhood best friend who you texted every single day.

“heyo tooru!”

“(y/n)-chan! i miss you ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ do you miss mee~?”

“yah wish idiot, i’m just checkin up on yah”

“YABBEI!! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ you already have the kansai accent noo!!”

“shut up! i adapt! and fyi i do not talk like this irl”

“okok whateverrr, how’s inarizaki?”

With your high grades and excelling in academics you were able to transfer into Inarizaki high with no problem. You did not have any friends though, you did not really fit in or belong to certain cliques at the school.

“it’s been alright, kinda prestigious though and ppl have egos but nothing i can’t handle. def better than dealing with you hehe~”

“im hurt (y/n)-chan! but that’s good, watch out for their volleyball team they’re pretty strong (ง’-‘︠)ง“

You raised an eyebrow as you realized that your new school did indeed have a volleyball team. You’ve heard about them quite a lot as they are supposedly really good, placing at nationals consecutively. You made a mental note to yourself to look further into it whenever you cared too and you bid Oikawa a quick goodbye text. You remembered an important package was waiting outside so you slipped on some shoes and ran out to get it.

Upon approaching your mailbox, you notice two guys walking towards your direction and you glance up at them. One blonde-haired guy rambling to an uninterested sliver-haired who was practically an exact replica to him. Twins? You thought to yourself as you took a double-take.

Despite their similarities in looks, your attention gravitated towards the blond twin. Just the way his soft looking locks parted to the right over his hooded, dark eyes you could lost in. His overall energy was one that interested you. He felt your lingering gaze on him and made eye contact with you and smirked.

You blushed lightly and hurriedly grabbed your package. You rushed since you were just wearing short shorts and a crop top. Avoiding any interactions with the pair, you walk away and miss the eyes of the blonde twin looking up and down at your body.

Slamming your door shut, back against it you let out a sigh of relief and peek out the window to see the twins walk into the house right next door to you. The blush on your face still burned slightly, your curiosity heightens

“New neighbors? How interesting”

School has ended, yet you found yourself aimlessly walking the now empty halls of Inarizaki. You wanted to avoid going home, as you did not want to be spending anymore time in an empty household and without your best friend you missed dearly.

Your aimless wandering has led you to the volleyball gym, curiosity killed the cat and you found yourself entering the gym and stepping up at the balcony to watch practice from afar. Your eyes immediately went to the golden yellow haired guy who was apparently also your neighbor.

He sets to his teammate effortlessly and you couldn’t help but watch with amazement of his moves and how he brought out the best in the spiker. His technique was similar to Tooru’s, just a bit different. It was like his own twist. You always watched Tooru play with awe, however this guy’s setting just hit differently within you.

You stared for a bit too long, as said setter looks up the balcony to see your form. The fangirls nearby you screech for his attention, only for him to send you a smirk and you blush profusely and immediately break the eye contact once again.

Eventually, you found yourself coming back to the same gym at the same time everyday for the week. You went because of how much the players practiced and played flawlessly, but secretly because you wanted to watch the blonde setter in action of course. And since you were not enrolled in any clubs you killed time after school on that very balcony.

Blonde twin has noticed you at every practice, every now and then he would nod towards you and/or throw a lopsided smile to you that made your heart jump lightly.

It was the end of practice and you were about to walk out of the empty gym until you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you back.

“Wait!”

You gasp slightly upon seeing the blonde setter. A little too close for comfort. A tint of pink dusted your cheeks as you gulped and stared into his eyes.

“Miya Atsumu, who are you?”

“TOOOORUUU YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED” You jumped into bed and called your childhood best friend with no warning.

“E-eh?? (y/n)-chan are you okay?? Are you finally coming back to mee????”

“NO SILLY! okay hear me out for a moment”

You rambled on and on about your interaction with the setter, a hint of excitement in your tone that goes unnoticed by Oikawa.

“(y/n)-chan, you do know that Miya Atsumu is one of the best setters in Japan right?”

You immediately shut up, mouth open slightly and you noticed Oikawa’s sudden drop in mood.

“A-ah, I did not know that, sorry..” You rubbed your arm out of nervousness as the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“You.. you still support me though right (y/n)-chan?”

“Of course Tooru!”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, of course. I believe in you”

Over the next few weeks, you and Atsumu have been interacting a lot more than others would’ve expected. You two slowly got closer to each other, exchanged numbers, walking in the halls together, eating lunch together, even during passing time he would come visit you in your class. Rumors erupted here and there but you would ignore them, all you cared about was the fact that you were getting close to the handsome setter and you couldn’t help but feel a weird sensation in your chest whenever you were around him.

Being neighbors, you two sometimes catch each other walking by the window and laugh at how both of you were caught off guard. He would even text you about it.

“you looked pretty cute there (n/n)-chan~”

Your heart flutters and you giggle replying back. Then you two would text the whole night away.

One night, you were on the phone with Oikawa as usual updating each other about your lives.

“And then! You won’t believe it (y/n)-chan, Iwa-chan then threw the volleyball! At the back of my head!! How embarrassing uwaaah”

You giggled cutely, “But I do believe it!” Oikawa just grumbles on the other side of the line and you continue to laugh. A text message then pops up from Atsumu, wishing you a goodnight. You subconsciously smile and were reminded that you should probably tell your best friend of the recent closeness.

“Ne Tooru, I have somethings to update you about Atsumu.” It was absolutely silence on the other side, you worried slightly but took it as a sign to continue.

You ranted on about the progression of your friendship with Atsumu, almost in a dreamy tone. You finished and were met with silence which worried you even further.

“Toor-”

“We have a match with Karasuno tomorrow.” You were caught off guard with the sudden subject change.

“E-eh? That’s Kageyama-san’s team right? And you should be sleeping then!”

“Yeah, that guy drives me mad. But we’ll be fine, we will win” Oikawa says. You admired whenever Oikawa was passionate and serious about his dreams.

“Of course, I wish you luck! I’ll watch you guys from home.”

“Thank you~ Sweet (y/n)-chan” You laugh and cringed at him, but his tone went serious unexpectedly once again.

“Ne (y/n)-chan I have a question for you.”

“I’m all ears Tooru.”

“Do you have feelings for Atsumu?”

Your breath got caught in your throat. Feelings?

“I- uhm. I think it’s too early to have feelings like that, right Tooru?”

“Mmm.”

On the other side of the line, Oikawa frowns.

They lost

They lost against Karasuno

You sat on your coach, tears forming as your hands cupped your mouth in shock.

They can’t go to nationals

You watched painfully as you saw the cameras zoom in on the victors of Karasuno and cuts to Oikawa’s face of disbelief alongside the team members’ similar reaction and a few crying faces. Tears were as of now flowing down your face.

Tooru’s dream

You spent the next few days constantly calling and texting your best friend to check on him and remind him he did his best. He barely replied back, answering with blunt and passive answers that worried you to the core. Oh what would you give to take a train to Miyagi and comfort him.

You heard a knock at your door, ears perked up and you walk over to answer.

“A-atsumu??” You were shocked at the sudden appearance of him at your front door.

“What’re you doing here??” He leans against the doorway, hands in his pockets. His casual attire being fitted black joggers, a green hoodie and a nice jacket over. You couldn’t help but stare.

“Am I not allowed to visit yah (n/n)-chan. And it is rude to stare yanno. Not even allowing a guest in?” He smirks as you fumble with your words and let him in your home.

“I was just making lunch, w-would you like to join me?” He smiles attractively as he takes off his coat and hangs it up.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

The afternoon was spent with you cooking lunch for the two of you, jokes cracked up and you both laughed and bonded.

“What do yah mean? You never saw the movie??” You giggled.

“Hah, you expect me to be going out all the time? I’m the loner here.”

“Nope nope, not with me around. I am taking you out to see this movie right now.” He grabs your wrist and drags you towards your room. Your heart did a thing.

“Go get ready.” You blushed red questioned frantically what was happening.

“W-what? What do you mean? Where are we going? WHat??” Atsumu waves his hands.

“Don’tcha worry about it doll. I’ll pay for your ticket, and it’ll only be the movies. Yah parents aren’t even home and I’ll bring yah back home in one piece.”

With further convincing you sigh and agreed to his offer. As you slipped on a casual, fitting dress along with a bit of touching up of your hair and makeup your mind wanders to Oikawa. You still worried about him.

“I hope he’s doing okay..” You mumble to no one in particular.

“Hope whose doin okay?” You jump at Atsumu’s sudden intrusion in your bedroom.

“N-nothing! Well I’m ready now so let’s go.” Before heading out, Atsumu blocks your path and checked you out real quick.

“Wow~ You look gorgeous (n/n)-chan” You blushed heavily and ushered him out of your room and the house.

You two arrive at the train station, making light conversation where Atsumu would drop compliments every now and then that would make you redder than a tomato.

Casually strolling side by side, your shoulders bumping into each other. You stop in your tracks as Atsumu does the same, your eyes widening at the sight of Oikawa.

“T-tooru!”

“…(y/n)-chan”

Atsumu raises an eyebrow.

“W-what are you doing here Tooru? Are you okay??”

“I simply just needed to see you… I missed you but I see that I am interrupting something?”

Your eyes widened, you wanted to run into Tooru’s arms but Atsumu was right beside you..

Conflicted

“Well well well, if it ain’t pretty setter Oikawa. How did that game the other day go?” Atsumu says in a taunting manner, you backhanded Atsumu’s chest lightly scolding him. However, Astumu continues

“I think you should let her go lover boy, she’s mine.” Atsumu wraps and arm around your shoulder. You gasped as Oikawa ticks at that.

“You barely know her, don’t even think about touching her!” Oikawa growls out.

“G-guys please stop!” You felt so conflicted with your feelings. You did recently felt interested in Atsumu. On the other hand, you constantly missed and cared for Tooru.

“She obviously likes me over you boy, I dunno your problem but I will be taking my lady out if yah don’t mind.”

“To hell! (y/n)-chan’s been mine.” Oikawa grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“(y/n), what are you doing out with him? Is this a date? Do you actually like him more than me?”

You flustered up at Oikawa’s words.

“No! W-well it may seem like a date, but we’re just out watching movies together alone! W-wait that sounds like a date oh my goodness. I don’t even know anymore ugh-”

You felt so overwhelmed to the point you could not help but break your grasp from Oikawa and run from the two.

“(n/n)-chan!”

“(y/n)!”

You kept running, ignoring their calls.

What were you going to do?

Who were you going to choose?

You did not know anymore

a/n: heyhey sorry if that turned out bad ;; i am conflicted on how to end this short headcanon so I was thinking of writing something with both endings where you either choose Oikawa or Atsumu. Only if you guys want so please let me know! And also at that last interaction I made Oikawa seem more serious since I imagine he would still be affected by losing ofc poor boi. Sorry if that seemed too ooc for Oikawa. N e ways, thank you guys sm for the support and reading my writing. PLs let me know if you would like that part two! ily :)

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu #miya atsumu #oikawa x reader #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq s4 #anime writing blog #miya twins #miya osamu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines

361 notes · View notes

ichigo-daifuku · 5 years ago

Text

Desiderium

Obey Me! Fanfiction [Read on AO3]

Diavolo/Female!MC

As the exchange program comes to an end, she spends her final evening with Diavolo, the demon she has become enamored by, the man she shares a romantic affair with, and the one she is most reluctant to leave. With both of them disinclined with her departure, she states the condition which will make her stay: a pact with him, the Devildom's Prince.

But how can a human he has known for a mere year compare to the legacy passed on to him that is worth thousands of years?

Explicit | Oral Sex, Possessiveness, Mild Praise Kink, Goodbye Sex, Heavy Angst

I really wanted Diavolo content, but there isn't much in the game itself (right now, at least), so I wrote this story. This was inspired by some of Diavolo's lines in Lesson 19-12 Normal and Lesson 20-15 Hard ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

Word Count: 6k

Humans had warned her.

It was something she heard in passing; a matter seemingly insignificant, yet for some reason, still echoed in her mind up until this moment. She couldn’t even pinpoint who, but she recalled being told that the demon; the embodiment of sin, temptation, and evil; would come in the most beautiful form, one that would surely seduce a human to do their bidding, make them fall from grace, and succumb to sin themselves.

As she sat in front of Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom, she couldn’t help but remember this little detail, and in silence, she took the stem of the wineglass between fingers, moved it in a circular motion to swirl the liquor, and agreed.

He was a dangerous creature—perhaps, the most dangerous she could ever come across—and to an average human, it would be utter madness how she was far from terrified. Since the moment she laid her eyes on him in the student council room, she was inexplicably drawn. Diavolo had sat in the court judge seat like it was a bejeweled throne, stood tall as he introduced himself, his voice sonorous as he welcomed her to the Devildom and stated his name and title. The year she spent in this realm had been a whirlwind, but her memory of him remained crystal clear. Each time Diavolo entered the same room, his presence commanded her attention, and like a lovestruck fool, she would hang onto every word he spoke and laugh at every joke he cracked. In every meeting, she snuck furtive glances at him with desire, a longing she believed was futile and would never attain fulfillment. She assumed he was merely looking out for her because of her status as an exchange student, a springboard to turning his vision into reality, but to her disbelief and satisfaction, he looked her way in the same manner she gazed at him, and nothing was ever the same again.

It was her final night in the Devildom. She could’ve left earlier—her fellow human exchange student, Solomon, as well as the angels, Simeon and Luke, had returned to their respective worlds. However, an unfinished business plagued her mind. Unprepared to leave due to it, she asked to stay for one more night.

To no one’s surprise, she was spending it with Diavolo.

In the Demon Lord’s Castle, the two of them met for dinner. The veranda of his chambers offered the most magnificent view of the Devildom, the wind cool from the altitude and the neon lights below surreal and mystical.

Diavolo sat across the ornate table, the sleeves of his black button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows. He wore no tie, and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. She liked him like this: informal, relaxed, and carefree. It was a sight very few had the privilege to witness, and it pleased her that he could be this way in her company.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the food? We can ask for something else if you’d like.” Diavolo set his fork and knife down, his eyes flickering to her and her plate, a worried furrow visible on his brows. He had chosen tonight’s menu, a five-course meal consisting of her favorites, all of them being food from the human world which he had queried her in one of their earlier conversations. It was one of the things she admired about him: his open mind. His down to earth nature, the quirks in his personality she never expected—she could go on and on about these things, but she would still feel like it wasn’t enough to express how strongly she felt for him.

“No, I like everything that’s in front of me,” she assured him as she set the wineglass down, picking up her utensils to cut the steak. It was no secret that Barbatos was the most skilled in cooking in all the three worlds, so much so that having him in Diavolo’s service was something many envied. She savored the burst of flavor on her tongue, uncertain if she would ever encounter a quality that could rival or come close to it from a human world restaurant, even from a Michelin-rated one.

“That’s good to hear.” Diavolo smiled and resumed his meal. The candle illuminated his features and graceful movements, and once again, she remembered the warning about the devil, the one she failed to take heed of.

The two of them enjoyed their dinner as if it was one of their usual nights at Ristorante Six, except it was more private; intimate. The sense of finality hung in the air yet remained unspoken. As the lighthearted conversation about her stay in this world came to a close, she did the honors and addressed the elephant in the room, opening the sensitive subject of her departure.

“By the way, I have something for you.” She took three small boxes from the paper bag beside her seat and handed it to him.

“What is it?”

“A parting gift, if you may.”

The first box contained hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies, his favorite, and a small container of flaming gecko sauce on the side. It was the most unlikely pair, yet those two together suited his palate well. It surprised her when she found out, but it was something very Diavolo to like something many would consider an oddity. Through trial and error, she made multiple batches and requested a very willing Beelzebub to taste test the samples in search of the perfect flavor she hoped Diavolo would enjoy, even if they weren’t going to be on the same level as the ones baked by Barbatos. The second box was the one she was proudest of: rolled butter cigar cookies, the special recipe from the human world. Out of the three, these were the ones she was most acquainted with, and she felt happy to be able to introduce them to Diavolo. The final box contained the Celestial Realm’s version of the rolled cigar cookies which she asked Luke to assist her in making. Luke had frowned about it at first when she told him of her plan, but like the angel and friend that he was, he obliged, happy to share his hobby of baking pastries with her.

“I was the one who made them, not Lucifer, so you have nothing to worry about,” she informed him, making both of them remember the time when they discovered Lucifer’s melancholy.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Diavolo’s lips quirked into a fond smile. “Three versions from the three realms! That’s impressive. I truly feel like a king now.”

“I don’t do things half-baked, literally and figuratively,” she quipped, a chuckle bubbling from her lips. “Either I go big, or I go home.”

It was time for dessert. The server arrived and placed a slice of decadent chocolate cake in front of her and was about to do the same to Diavolo. However, Diavolo shook his head and dismissed the server, in a happy mood as he said he would opt for the rolled cigar cookies as his dessert for tonight.

“Hm, it’s similar but different… but delicious, nonetheless,” he commented after finishing a rolled butter cigar cookie, his radiant expression growing forlorn the next moment. He paused and took the cover in his hand, sealing the box again. “On second thought, I don’t want to finish them all right away. They’re from you. I may never get the same opportunity to have them again.”

“They’ll get ruined if you do that.”

“That would make you sad, wouldn’t it?”

She took a bite of the cake, letting the taste sit on her tongue before swallowing. Bittersweet. Diavolo was correct: it would make her sad, but she didn’t want to make him feel terrible for that, especially with his reason being so sentimental of her. “I made them for you. Please go and indulge.”

“I… I guess I will. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I’ve had the most wonderful year with you.” Diavolo heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore, and that makes me really sad. I’m going to miss you.”

His straightforward nature was one of his many charms. She admired how easy it was for him to speak what was on his mind and heart, how he spoke freely about topics he was passionate about, and how he sought after his dreams and goals with a grit unlike any she has ever seen from anyone else. Still, there were facets of him she has yet to uncover. Once she returned to the human world, he would remain a mystery she would never have the opportunity to completely unravel, the answers within her grasp but still out of reach. This was why she stayed for one more night; to ask him one more question and receive a final answer.

“I can stay longer if you’d like,” she began the proposition in the most innocent way possible, wondering if he already knew and if he did, why he did nothing to prevent it.

“You’d be willing?”

“Yes,” she confirmed with a nod, “but under one condition.”

“Tell me.”

“Make a pact with me, Diavolo.”

She was playing with fire, and she knew it. With those words, she could be lighting the fuse to their inevitable ending, but the chance he would agree with the idea existed, as slim as it was, and she would never forgive herself if she didn’t seize it. The thrill from the anticipation made her pulse quicken, the tension palpable from the short distance of their connected gazes.

Diavolo grew quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable as he stacked her gifts together and pointed out, “You already have pacts with the seven brothers of the House of Lamentation.”

“I do.”

“And you want to make a pact with me as well?”

“That is correct.”

He broke into a smile. “Are you trying to give Solomon a run for his money?”

The turn of the conversation made her laugh, the silent trepidation inside her subsiding, though infinitesimally. “No, I don’t intend to forge pacts with over seventy demons. I only want you.”

Diavolo set the boxes aside, his hand reaching out to clasp hers. “I would love nothing more if we could be together longer, of course, but is there no other way to persuade you?”

“Surely, you are aware that everything comes with a price.” She took her hand out of his grasp, reached for the wineglass, and took another much-needed sip of the liquid courage. “I’ll give up everything I have in the human world and stay in the Devildom beside you for as long as my human life will let me. That is no small feat, and so is what I am asking of you, I know, but I’ll do it if you agree to make a pact with me.”

Even in this world, it was a give and take. In this dangerous game they played, she was ready to go all-in if he was willing to do the same. A sacrifice too extreme on her end, the rational part of her mind insisted; a selfish act, her human conscience chided. The idea had plagued her mind for weeks. Diavolo had made a deal with Lucifer before, not a pact but something similar, could he not do the same for her, a human he would outlive by many lifetimes? If it meant that she would stay by his side, would it not be worth it? Would she not be worth it?

“I want to stay with you, Diavolo. I really do, but I will only do it under this condition,” she declared, her voice calm yet laced with conviction.

“The Devildom comes as my first priority. Always. I’m sure you know this.”

With his father resting and disinterested in the affairs of the existing realms, Diavolo was the de-facto ruler of all demons. He was always confident, charismatic, and sagacious; the epitome of a responsible royal. Steadfast loyalty to the Devildom flowed in his veins. As its future king, he had no room for errors, including in this circumstance.

The thin ray of hope she clung onto slowly faded, for how could a human he has known for a mere year compare to the legacy passed on to him that was worth thousands of years?

The harsh reality that dawned on her made her lightheaded, and she reached for the glass of water and downed it in one go. Their differences made their situation more difficult, but it was the understanding of his perspective and responsibilities that made everything severely painful on her part. In the end, she was a speck in his immortal existence while he had made an enduring impact on her transient one. It began to feel as if every second she had spent with him was a stolen moment. Her bravado threatening to crumble, she dabbed her lips with a napkin and stood, turning from him and making her way toward the side of the veranda.

“Do you think I will wreak havoc in the three worlds and betray you?” The discovery of her latent magical power had come as a surprise to everyone, including herself, but more than anything else, she had no qualms about how deeply she cared about him. To her, the question of the possibility of her betrayal was rhetorical.

“It’s not that. A pact will put me under the full control of an individual. As the future king of the Devildom, it’s simply a danger I can’t risk,” Diavolo replied, his voice firm and his resolve absolute.

They had reached an impasse. With her palms over the banister, her eyes drifted over to the land he exacted his rule over, her mind reflecting on his ambition of peace and coexistence among the three worlds; a dream she was a part of, a dream that in a small way, she was able to assist him with. “Your answer is ‘no’, then.”

Diavolo stood and made his way to her. His answer was ‘no’, yet he was embracing her from behind and bending his head to press a kiss on her neck like an unspoken apology.

She has received her answer. Exhaustion seeped into her bones, her shoulder slumping in both the relief of being able to express her terms and the blow of her defeat. She had the courage, and though scathed, she was proud of herself for making it through. Her body relaxed against him as she laughed bitterly. “Can you blame me for trying?”

“No, never. It’s one of the things that I adore about you, your ambitious streak. You know exactly what you want and go after it. You have a beautiful mind and an equally beautiful heart. I am so lucky to have space in them.”

“I’m going to miss you, Diavolo.” She faced him and returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face on his chest. She battled to suppress the rising grief in her chest, but her eyes refused to lie and glazed with tears. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

His hand reached to stroke her hair for a few moments before tilting her head so he could see her face, the tears she couldn’t stifle streaming down her cheeks. He wiped them with his thumb, his expression growing sorrowful and worried.

“I’m sorry for making you cry. I know we intended to spend the night together, but would you like me to take you home instead?” he asked, yet his arm around her waist grew tighter as if he didn’t want to let her go.

It was indeed her final night in the Devildom, and she wanted to spend it with no one but him. “No. I don’t want to go home tonight. I want to stay with you.”

She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his softly, but he captured them in a ferocious kiss, the passion and hunger they had for each other still burning brightly even though they were on the final page of their romantic affair. This was the last time she would have the privilege of calling him her lover, she thought as her fingers moved from the nape of his neck to thread through his hair. In an attempt to banish those thoughts, she ran the tip of her tongue over his lips, and he gently sucked on it and swirled his tongue around hers, the kisses growing urgent by the second. The feel of his mouth and the hard planes of his body against hers made it easy for her to succumb to the consuming desire ignited by him. Her knees buckled, but his arms and body trapped her by the banister and steadied her.

She leaned back, catching her breath and giving him a challenging stare. “You keep on saying that you’ll miss me. Will you miss this, too, when I’m gone? Or will you find someone else to do these things with?”

Diavolo frowned. “Do you really think that way?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore, honestly.”

With a sigh, she took his hand and led him inside his chambers. The moment they passed through the threshold, he drew her back in his arms and kissed her again. It took her off-guard, but his advances were most welcome; she needed to be close to him and responded in kind. Neither of them broke the fierce caresses of their lips as she led him to his bed, his arousal unmistakable through the proximity of their bodies. Without missing a beat, she placed her palms on his shoulders and urged him to sit on the mattress. He obliged and scanned her from her head to her toes, taking in her form while keeping his hands on the sides of her waist.

“Go on,” Diavolo commanded and stroked the fabric of her dress with his thumb. “Do as you wish.”

He released her as she sank to her knees, waiting for her to act upon her desires. The tip of her tongue brushed across her rosy lips while her hands landed on his knees and slid to his thighs. Her fingers sought after his belt and unbuckled it, releasing his cock from the confines of his clothing. She proceeded to take his hardening length in her grasp, her fingertips unable to meet her thumb as she encircled it. With a glance at him and through her parted lips, she inhaled and exhaled, her warm breaths sensually teasing him, though unintentionally. She gazed at him from below as she ran the tip of her tongue over the slit, earning a groan from him, his eyes turning half-lidded. Languidly, she ran her tongue over his shaft and explored, and more sounds of approval fell past his lips, his arousal growing at her ministrations. She parted her lips and engulfed him by the tip, sucking gently before moving further, growing accustomed to the weight inside her mouth. Her hand twisted around the base of his shaft as her lips moved up and down, satisfied by the way he was reacting to her.

With the back of her head cradled by his palm, he took her tresses in his fist but did nothing to guide her as he did during their previous times together. He let her move at her own pace and allowed her to have her way with him. Diavolo closed his eyes and moaned. “That feels really good, yes, just like that. Keep going.”

His praises were music to her ears; every word urged her to continue pleasuring him. He was a sight to behold, and again, the reality that it was the final time she would see him in this light raced inside her mind. The nature of demons was tied to temptation; they were unable to resist them, having the need to possess what they wanted. Diavolo had her, but he was willing to let her go. She wondered if it was a matter of him not desiring her enough or if the goals of Diavolo, the future king of the Devildom, simply outweighed whatever it was Diavolo, the demon, wanted. Still, it hardly mattered. After this, Diavolo could have anyone he desired, and the certainty of the thought sparked envy within her. But tonight, for the last time, he was hers. She released him from her lips and continued to stroke him, her fist running up and down his rigid length as she wiped the saliva that dripped from the corner of her mouth with the back of her other hand.

“How would you feel if I took another lover? Have you thought of that?” she asked and was confronted by his carnal gaze, an unmistakable spark of fury surging within them.

The remark she made led his mind to race with images of her sharing a bed with another, a mortal man, and the self-restraint he had hanging by a thread snapped. A squeak escaped her lips when he hauled her over his lap with her back facing him. His body trembled, and the golden markings on his wrists appeared, making her assume that he would shift into his demon form until he buried his face on her shoulder. His hair tickled her cheek as he breathed in and calmed himself. Soon, the golden markings on his wrists disappeared, and to her surprise, he chuckled.

“You think you can? Please,” he mocked, his hand sliding over her thighs to her knees. He removed her high-heeled shoes and hiked the fabric of her skirt. The trail of his fingers made her shiver, her breath hitching as he undid the garter of her black stockings and peeled them from her skin. The lace panties she wore were discarded next, and he caressed her bare skin and parted her legs over his lap, his fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

She bit back a moan, and her skin prickled with anticipation. “W-What? You don’t believe I can?”

“No one will be able to satisfy you the way I do,” he rasped, running a finger over her entrance and making her shudder at the initial contact. He began to stroke up and down her slit, taking his time before slipping a finger inside her with ease. “Look at you. You’re drenched.”

“D-Diavolo…”

“Hm?” He was still irate that she would suggest such a thing, but despite the dismissive response, he gave her his utmost attention. His thumb stimulated her clit as he sought the places where she could feel the most gratification and slipped another digit past her entrance.

Overcome with the accompanying desire of him and the intoxicating sensations he was giving her, she forgot what she wanted to say next. Her hand shifted back to his shoulder to steady herself as her hips undulated to pleasure herself faster with his fingers. He let her do as she liked, pressing a kiss behind her ear and brushing his lips over the shell.

“You’re mine. Don’t you forget that,” he whispered, curling his fingers inside her.

Like a beautiful curse that no one would be able to undo, she would never forget it. She tensed and met her release, trembling for a moment before collapsing against him. Her mind was in a haze, her breaths came out in huffs, and her body felt warm all over. She was spent.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“What—”

Before she could form a coherent response, Diavolo had hooked his arms under her knees and around her waist and moved her over the plush bed. She blinked a few times, the bounce from the mattress startling her. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the taut muscles of his back, crouching down to discard his shoes and socks, his trousers and underwear following suit, baring himself completely, unashamedly.

“Let me see you,” he told her as he faced her again and shifted his body over to the bed.

His hands found the buttons and ribbons of her dress, undoing them and stripping her. For tonight, she had chosen to wear his gifts, the knowledge that it would please him delightful to her, and though the ribbons of this particular ensemble were intricate, he had somehow memorized how to remove them, much to her initial surprise. He guided her down the mattress with his body, his lips seeking her own and moving down her neck. His teeth grazed it for a moment and nipped at it, focusing on a spot and sucking at the skin, marking her as his, as though lovebites weren’t something temporary.

“Diavolo,” she cried out, her yearning for him impossible to ignore.

He grasped her chin and met her gaze. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she answered without needing to think. It was him, he was all she wanted, and he was the one she could never truly have no matter how much she needed him.

“Hm, you’re so beautiful.”

She least expected it, but the subsequent kisses he covered her breasts, neck, and lips with didn’t give her enough room to dwell on the thought. He pumped his shaft a few times before he aligned himself over her and slid past her entrance. Eyes shut at the blissful sensation, she whimpered as he gradually eased himself further inside her. Once she had taken him fully, he paused and peered at her face, waiting for her to adjust and accommodate his size. She squirmed and clenched around him, in need of more friction, more of him.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it? You think someone else can make you feel that way?”

Her breaths ragged, she could only moan in response, but Diavolo wasn’t having it.

“Answer me.”

“No… No one else,” she breathed, “Only you.”

He brushed his lips over the lovebites he had made on her neck, satisfied with her response. “That’s right.”

“Diavolo, please,” she begged.

He leaned back, his gaze softening as he ran his palm over her hair down to her cheek. “Relax for me, my princess.”

She nodded. He pressed a light kiss on her lips which she returned passionately, the gentle moment turning heated in a second. Strands of her hair stuck to the sides of her forehead due to sweat, and her nails dug on his back as he began to move, unsheathing and burying himself inside her again and again. The moment their bodies found their rhythm, her legs encircled his waist and pulled him even closer, meeting his every thrust with the shifting of her hips.

The increase in the pace made her aware that Diavolo was close to his limit. Guided by his emotions and instincts, he slammed inside her frantically, his hands grasping the sides of her waist to guide her in taking him in, the bed creaking at the intensity of their movements.

As the familiar ripple of fire took over her body, her back arched and her toes curled. She climaxed so intensely that her ears rang, and he let her ride her peak as he chased his own release. She clung to him desperately in a silent persuasion to change his mind and make her stay, yet it was hopeless; this was the last time she was going to be with him. It was strikingly different from the first time, yet the raw affection was the very same, and all that she felt about him in the past year flooded her mind in these moments. With one last thrust, he grunted, his eyes fluttered shut, and his jaw slackened as he filled her with his essence. Tears blurred her vision as she etched this moment in her imperfect mind; the time she knew that no one could ever compare to him in every aspect of her life and the tragedy that she was a different matter when it came to his own.

Diavolo brushed her tears away and kissed her lips so tenderly that she has never felt so cherished, but like a paradox, it was these simple gestures that tore her heart apart and made her cry harder.

The warmth from the fireplace soothed her cool skin from the bath as she and Diavolo huddled in front of it. The flames were their main source of light as Diavolo read a book about the origins of the Devildom with her in his arms, a thick blanket draped over his broad shoulders, his skin against her skin, and their shadows one. Aside from the occasional crackling from the hearth, the only sound she heard was Diavolo’s voice. It was still the same, but he spoke in a low tone only she could hear. It was so serene and affectionate, and she could spend all night hearing him talk like this.

He paused reading as the clock struck midnight, each chime reminding her of her impending return to the human world. As quietness took over once again, he asked, “Why did you want me to read this to you?”

“I love hearing your voice,” she answered, “and I enjoy hearing you talk about the things most important to you.”

“I’d prefer hearing your voice more.”

She took the book from his hands, closed it, and set it aside, reaching for another book in the stack next to it. As she browsed the table of contents, she asked, “Shall I read the story of Queen Rose to you?”

Diavolo responded with a nod against her hair and placed his chin on her shoulder. She cleared her throat and began, the sentiment that she would miss the way he wrapped his arms around her at the back of her mind. He kept silent and followed the text with his eyes as she began her tale.

In the middle of the night, she woke up in Diavolo’s arms. He was sound asleep. She disentangled herself from his embrace, slipped away, and got dressed. Her bag rested on his desk together with the gifts she made for him. All traces of sleep left her body as she sat down and grabbed the fountain pen on the side, writing a letter and spilling her deepest thoughts and feelings for him through the ink. When she reached the closing salutations, she signed the paper with her name and folded it, securing it with a paperweight in the middle of the table to make sure Diavolo wouldn’t miss it in the morning. She cast a lingering glance over the expanse of Diavolo’s chambers, a strange sense of nostalgia heavy in her chest though she was still living in this moment.

It was time for her to go.

She stood and made her way to his bed, her footsteps muted by the carpet. As she gazed at his sleeping form, she wondered what his reign would be like; if it would be anything like how he cared for the Devildom right now, then it would be long and fruitful, she believed so.

“Farewell,” she whispered and left a chaste kiss on his lips, a silent wish for all the best things in life for him. With a final glimpse of Diavolo, she strode to the door and shut it as quietly as she could.

Despite doing her best not to run into Barbatos or anyone, the moment she made a turn in the corridor, a maid who recognized her bowed in greeting. “Is there anything you need, Miss?”

She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m just heading to the garden for some fresh air.”

The maid nodded and went on her way.

There was no way she would be able to slip out of the castle unnoticed, but she knew what she needed to do and rummaged inside her bag for her D.D.D., dialing the only one she could count on in this situation.

“Why are you calling at this hour? Did something happen?”

“I…” she began, the question sending her to the verge of bursting into tears. “Come pick me up, please.”

Along the deserted street, the eternal magic seal that served as a passage among the three worlds laid beneath her feet.

Beside her, Lucifer stood. Confusion and worry had filled him when he headed to the Demon Lord’s Castle, but upon seeing her weariness as she waited for him in the garden, he had taken heed of her request, both of them slipping out of the castle grounds without suspicion thanks to Lucifer’s status as Diavolo’s right-hand man. He said nothing as he took her to the place where the eternal magic seal was located and left her to process what happened and what was bound to happen, and for that, she was grateful.

Relieved, she turned to him, “Thank you for picking me up and bringing my luggage.”

He nodded. “Do you want to say goodbye to my brothers?”

She had said her goodbyes to them yesterday, and she wouldn’t be able to take any more goodbyes. “I’ve said everything I needed to say to everyone. I’m ready to go.”

“You two were never subtle, you know?”

She and Diavolo must have given him quite the headache. “Well, we did try… but I guess we weren’t.”

“You look lonely.”

“Do I?” She smiled. “Maybe, I am.”

Lucifer sighed. He was blaming himself for the turn of the events, thinking of what could’ve been if he had done something to prevent this from happening. It was too late now.

“No, it’s not your fault. Please don’t think that way,” she assured him with a shake of her head. Yes, he was close to her and Diavolo, but that didn’t mean he was responsible for what happened. It was no one’s fault, least of all Lucifer’s. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if he blamed himself for what happened. “It’s just… time for me to go home.”

“I take it Diavolo doesn’t know yet. He’ll get angry.”

“He’ll understand.” At least, she hoped he would. “Let’s go, please, before he realizes I’m gone.”

It wasn’t as if she and Diavolo could never see each other again, but she would prefer not to for a long, long time—for both their sakes. Right now, she wouldn’t be able to bear it if he were to send her off. She would beg him to make her stay, and she couldn’t do that. The ounce of pride she had left wouldn’t allow her to do something so foolish, and perhaps, Lucifer knew and understood.

“You owe me,” Lucifer said.

She wondered if an opportunity to return the favor would ever come her way.

He outstretched a gloved hand, and without hesitation, she took it. With his power, the magic circle glowed underneath their feet, and the next thing she knew, they were standing inside her house, in the living room she hasn’t returned to in a year.

She squeezed his hand and let go. “Thank you for everything, Lucy.”

“And who told you that you can call me that?”

“No one. I just thought you’d let me off the hook since I’m going home and all,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile. “Thank you.”

Lucifer shook his head and smiled back genuinely. “Take care.”

She closed her eyes as the blinding light engulfed him, and in a flash, he disappeared and returned to the Devildom.

As silence took over the room, the smile she had been forcing herself to wear faded into oblivion, the reality catching up to her by the second. Birds chirped outside the window while sunlight passed through the clear glass, its heat familiar yet foreign on her skin. Emptiness filled her being. Her life would never be the same or idyllic or as colorful as the neon lights in the world she left behind.

The road to hell was paved with good intentions. Now that she has returned to the human world, she has also stepped foot on her personal brand of hell, one without Diavolo in it, and it was a life sentence she must bear on her shoulders. Alone.

A very special thank you to @photoproses for editing this work and listening to my ramblings about Diavolo!

And thank you very much for reading this story! ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

Obey Me! Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#obey me #obey me!#obey me diavolo #obey me! diavolo #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me one master to rule them all #swd obey me #shall we date obey me #LordDiavolo

334 notes · View notes

lavenderlattaes · 5 years ago

Text

call me babe. | hwang hyunjin

⇒ summary: you’ve had this thing going on with hyunjin; you called each other babe and acted like a couple for fun. but what happens when he starts liking someone else?

⇒ [college! au, idiots to lovers! au, friends to lovers! au]

⇒ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

⇒ word count: 4.4k words (woAh)

⇒ genre: fluff, with a smidge of angst, i guess

⇒ warnings: swear words, plus clingy and flirty hyunjin and reader lmao

⇒ note: ajxbwjsk this is lit rally based off my best friend’s friendship with another one of our guy friends but i tweaked it a bit so now it’s purely self-indulgent bc HWANG H Y U N J I N. honestly this is total word vomit and a complete mess — it’s just random moments of my self-indulgence for hyunjin (i need help) so ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

“I’m gonna go ahead, see you guys tomorrow,” Hyunjin bids all of you good bye, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. Everyone momentarily looks up, saying good byes to him.

Locking class had just ended, but Hyunjin was already in a rush to leave. You stop fixing and put your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Running off again, I see. Where are you off to, Hwang?” You demand, your chin held up high.

He rolls his eyes, walking closer to you.

“I’m meeting up with Yeji,” he answers and you huff. You push him away, turning around to continue fixing your things.

“Hmm, yeah sure. You’re probably just too lazy to bring me home,” You scoff. You hear Hyunjin sigh behind you and seconds later, his arms are wrapped around your waist, his cheek resting on your back.

“Please don’t be mad, babe. And I’m not being lazy! I really do have something to do with Yeji. We need to finish our choreo for the showcase. If you want, you can wait for me and I’ll bring you home later, yeah?” he answers you, making you smile while rolling your eyes. You turn around in his arms, seeing him pout at you with those pleading, puppy dog eyes of his.

“Nah, it’s okay. I can go with Jisung. Just, stay safe okay? Don’t go home late, I’m going to call Felix and make sure you’re home on time. If not, Felix won’t be able to dab again,” You threaten and he lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes crinkling.

“Yes, ma’am.” He hugs you tight and you return with equal enthusiasm. You break the hug and he says his final goodbyes to everyone, jogging out of the studio.

Once he’s out, Jisung speaks up. “Why don’t you just date already? I’m tired of you guys calling each other babe and shit.” He complains.

You roll your eyes at him as he comes closer to you. “Why don’t you go date Minho then?” You retort and Jisung huffs.

“Shut up, we’re just friends,” Jisung pokes your cheek.

“Hmm, okay,” you shake your head at him, and he grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m going to go write lyrics with Chan and Changbin. You wanna come with?” Jisung asks as he leads you outside.

You shake your head and smile. “That’s fine, I should probably go check on my essay that I sent in for Mr. Kim’s class last week,” you reply.

“Okay, but don’t tell Hyunjin I didn’t bring you home alright? He might beat my ass up,” Jisung pouts and you laugh, hugging him.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just being over dramatic,” you reassure him and he laughs. “Okay, gotta go now! Bye, Y/N!”

You wave good bye and as Jisung’s form becomes smaller the farther away he is from the building, the more you wished you had gone with Hyunjin.

A few days have passed, and Hyunjin’s been spending less and less time with you. Ever since he told you about the dance he’s working on with Yeji, he’s hardly been spending time with you.

Truth be told, even if you wanted to call him out for it, you can’t. Because honestly, wouldn’t that make you seem clingy? It’s not as if you and Hyunjin are dating anyway. You just had this habit of calling each other ‘babe’ with a lot of flirting involved.

It started off as a simple joke; you accidentally called him babe, since you used to call your girl friends that way back in high school. He laughed it off, saying you could never resist his charms — you probably really couldn’t, but you wouldn’t let him know that. Another time came when you needed to get out of a sticky situation with a guy who just couldn’t understand that you didn’t like him, so when you saw Hyunjin pass by, you called him babe and he helped pretend to be your boyfriend for five minutes.

“Come on, Y/N. Just one date,” the guy who’s name you didn’t even know asks you, stepping closer as you stepped away.

“I’m sorry, but no. I don’t even know you that much and I really can’t,” you try again and he steps closer, taking your hand in his as you try to get away.

“Why? It’s not as if you’re already taken,” he reasons and at that moment, you see Hyunjin pass by. You pull your hand back and smile.

“Babe, Hyunjin!” You call out and Hyunjin turns to you. He sees the pleading look in your eyes and the way you subtly glance at the stubborn boy beside you.

Hyunjin winks, letting you know he got the message. He jogs up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he kisses your cheek.

Okay that wasn’t necessary but, thank you.

“What’s up? I was just looking for you,” Hyunjin pokes the tip of your nose, side-eyeing the guy.

“I’m… gonna go now. Forget what I said, Y/N,” the guy awkwardly coughs, walking away, stealing small glances at you and Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls you closer and watches the guy walk away.

The guy turns around the corner and Hyunjin snorts, letting his head fall on his shoulder as his cheeks burned red. “You’re lucky I love you, Y/L/N. I wouldn’t have done something like that if it was Jisung,” Hyunjin giggles as you laugh at him.

The whole babe thing just kind of stuck, and while most people thought you two were dating, only your friends knew that you were just playing around. You and Hyunjin sort of used that tactic to “ward off” — his words, not yours — those people who wanted to get into relationships with either of you that you didn’t want. You weren’t up for a relationship yet, seeing as you both were working hard in college to get into a really good company after graduating. You had to fight off any potential distractions and helping each other out by pretending to be a couple seemed like the best option. You both had this joke that the whole calling each other babe thing would end once the both of you started seeing someone officially.

Anyway.

Currently, dance classes have just ended and you look around to see that everyone’s already left.

Except for Hyunjin.

“Jinnie.” You call out, walking over to him. Hyunjin opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace.

“Hi, babe, what’s up ?” He says, grinning.

You pout at him. “Where do you run off to these days? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” you whine. Hyunjin laughs, making you laugh as well. You sounded so clingy but you didn’t care. Hyunjin’s even worse.

“I, uh, meet up with Yeji to practice our dance.” He replies and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you really practicing for the showcase?” you ask, stepping away from him, raising your eyebrow playfully and he grins sheepishly. You keep teasing Hyunjin about Yeji, the pretty girl in his other advanced hiphop class, telling him that soon enough, he’d drop the babe on you once he finally gets the balls to ask her out. The poor boy just whined at you.

“Well...” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.

“Aish, whatever. Go to your woman,” you say, sounding like a mom. He grins, hugging and kissing your face. You scrunch up your face, swatting him away.

“Ew, Hyunjin stop,” you whine and he laughs at you. He stops pestering you and he fixes himself up like a little kid would on his first day of school.

“How do I look?” He asks you, and you looked him up and down.

“Like an idiot,” you deadpan. He pouts and you laugh, ruffling his hair.

“You go on and have fun, yeah? Don’t go home too late,” You tell him as he picks up his stuff.

“Yes, mommy.” He mock salutes you, walking out.

“If shit doesn’t work out with Yeji, don’t whine and ask me to come pick you up! Take care, oh and don’t be an idiot, okay?” You call after him and he raises his thumbs up.

“Whatever you say, ma’am!” He calls out.

Looking out the window, you soon see Hyunjin walking out of the building. He breaks into a jog once you see Yeji standing a few feet away. There’s a smile on her face and she grins, giving him a hug which he reciprocates. Sighing, you lean against the wall and slide down, bringing your legs up to your chest.

You look up and start talking to yourself.

“You’re such an idiot, Y/N”

“Do you really have zero feelings for him?”

“If I did, you think I’d be pushing him towards Yeji?”

“But isn’t that what main protagonists do in films? If they like a person and can’t risk the friendship they push them towards other people?”

You purse your lips, resting your cheek on your knee.

Do you really like Hyunjin? Or are you just bothered by the fact that his attention is on someone else that isn’t you? Didn’t you initiate the entire thing with Yeji, anyway? Do you want Hyunjin, or do you just want the attention that Hyunjin gives you?

Weeks after that encounter with Hyunjin, he’s been spending ZERO time with you. You were looking for someone to hang out with, since your rehearsals just ended and you had about three hours to kill before your next class. But Hyunjin’s busy practicing with Yeji, and it didn’t help that Jisung’s busy too with his final showcase with Chan and Changbin. All of your friends, Woojin, Seungmin, and Jeongin were all busy rehearsing for their showcase too. Felix and Minho were your only hope since they didn’t have their rehearsals until later, but they weren’t answering their phones.

“Why buy phones when you won’t answer them,” you mutter, slowly walking away from the auditorium. “Hyunjin would probably try and find some way to hang out with me,” you whine and stop in your tracks.

Damn it.

You do like him.

“Y/N!” Fuck, speak of the devil. You don’t turn around and speed-walk, trying your best to pretend you didn’t hear him.

“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” Shit, shit, shit. At that moment, the doors to the lecture hall a few steps away open and a crowd of students file out. You walk faster and slide in the huge crowd, losing Hyunjin. His voice drowns out and you soon find yourself in an empty room, locking the door behind you. Looking around, you survey the area and realize it’s the photography room. The photography majors didn’t use the room around this time, so hopefully no one will scold you for being there.

You like Hyunjin. You actually like the idiot. Why else would you compare him to the other guys? Why else would you try and avoid him like the plague like you’re hiding something? You were an open book around him, so he’d definitely see right through you. You’d blow your cover and ruin the best friendship you’ve ever had with anyone.

You flop down onto one of the chairs, running a hand through your hair. Whipping your phone out, you type a message to Jisung.

you: i know u’re probs still w chan and changbin, but what time do rehearsals end?

jisung: i was just about to text you, hyunjin came in looking for you. Where are you?

you: dont tell hyunjin anything. can you come over to the dorms now?

jisung: i have about fifteen minutes more with chan and changbin. Is that okay?

you: yeah, just. Don’t tell hyunjin or chan or changbin anything. Or any of the guys.

jisung: okay

You exhale shakily, standing up to leave. You quickly make your way to the dorms, hoping Hyunjin didn’t see you.

“What’s up? Spill.” Jisung says the moment you open the door for him. You lock the door behind him and pull him to sit on your roommate Ryujin’s bed.

You stare intently at Jisung, trying to find out how you’re going to tell your loudmouth friend. You’d much rather tell Woojin since he definitely wouldn’t tell anyone, but he was unavailable at the moment and Jisung was actually really trustworthy if he wasn’t so loud all the time.

Deciding to just go with it, you blurt out, “I like Hyunjin.”

Jisung smirks, “I knew it.” He’s about to say more, but then pauses, suddenly confused. “So, what’s the problem?”

“He likes Yeji and I can’t risk our friendship. We both agreed to drop the babe thing once we found someone we genuinely liked, and he’s found Yeji. Soon enough, he’s going to tell me he’s dropping the babe and I’m not going to be selfish and admit that I like him. That’ll just ruin everything and I don’t want to ruin the best friendship I’ve ever had with anyone; not that I don’t have great friendships with you guys too, but you know what I mean.” You say all in one breath, Jisung looking at you in awe.

“Do you wanna, maybe join 3RACHA? We can be 4RACHA,” Jisung says.

You stare at him. “Jisung.”

Jisung shrugs, then sighs. “No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t see Yeji that way. Besides, they’re both Hwangs. Wouldn’t that be weird?”

You give him a look. “Jisung, you and I both know that last names don’t matter. I mean, look at Song Joong Ki and Song Hye Kyo,” you point out.

“Didn’t they get divorced around like, August or something?” Jisung looks up in thought.

“Han Jisung!” You whine.

“Okay, sorry, we’re getting off topic. Anyway. Hyunjin doesn’t like Yeji.” Jisung reassures you, leaning back on the wall.

“Well, even if he doesn’t, he’ll never feel the same way for me.” You look out the window, seeing all your friends running around the field, minus you and Jisung. Hyunjin was there too.

“I want to avoid him.” You turn back to Jisung. He looks perplexed at this point.

“And why? Are you insane? You know that avoiding your problems never help, Y/N.”

You sigh. “I can’t let him know I like him, Ji. It will make things worse.”

“But—”

“Please trust me on this. I’ll ignore him only for as long as my feelings are here. I’ll talk to him when I’ve completely moved on. It won’t affect my relationships with you guys. I promise.” You plead, clasping onto Jisung’s hands.

Jisung looks defeated. “I won’t trust you on this one, but I’ll respect your decision. If this is what you want, I’ll go with it. I’ll always be here, okay?”

You give him a grateful smile and he pulls you into a hug.

“Please don’t get your heart broken, Y/N,” Jisung sighs, and you can only squeeze him tighter.

A month passes by and you’ve been ignoring Hyunjin. During the first week that you didn’t greet him when he entered class, he brushed it off as you not having a good day. However, Hyunjin knew that even if you weren’t in a good mood, you’d come to him all the more. You once told him his hugs made your day better, so the fact that you were ignoring him and not asking for his hugs left him confused. He just let it go, thinking that maybe it’s something really serious. You’d tell him eventually.

The second week that you still didn’t talk to him, he tried asking the guys about it, but none of them knew what was going on with you. You still talked to all of them, except for him. Hyunjin however, did notice you hanging out with Jisung a lot more than you usually did, so he tried asking Jisung, but the boy refused to say anything.

By the third week, Hyunjin soon thinks that maybe he did something wrong. But every time he tried to think of all the possibilities, he couldn’t come up with anything at all. Did he forget a promise he made with you? Did he say something wrong? Did he borrow your favorite book and lose it or forget to return it or something? Did he eat your secret stash of M n M’s in your dorms? Hyunjin’s sure he’s done none of those.

By the fourth week, Hyunjin gives up when he sees you hugging Jisung. Maybe you had feelings for Jisung and you didn’t know how to confront Hyunjin about the babe thing. Maybe you think it would be weird to continue being so touchy and flirty with Hyunjin now that you’re dating Jisung.

Your last class had ended for the day, and you’re now just waiting for Jisung and Felix. Jisung had invited you to hang out with him and Felix, since they were going to go relax a bit before facing the showcase which was scheduled to happen next week.

You’re too lazy to take your backpack off, so you’re just sitting cross-legged on a bench, your backpack still on your shoulders. Your earphones are in, playing really sad Day6 songs you didn’t realize Woojin and Seungmin snuck into your playlist while you read some underrated angsty teen novel you found at a random bottom shelf in the library. It’s around 4pm, so the sun is still high up in the sky, giving you enough light to read. Suddenly, your source of light is blocked and you frown, trying to make out the words. You look up and lock eyes with the one person you’ve been avoiding this whole time.

You gasp and try to stand up, but realize that someone’s tied the ends of your backpack straps to the bench. Fuck. You pull your earphones out and take your backpack off, deciding right there that you can be a total idiot and just abandon your bag there and get it later.

Yes, you were that desperate to get away from Hwang Hyunjin.

“Y/N, wait.” Hyunjin’s hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist. You freeze and look down at his hand resting on your wrist. His grip is firm, but gentle.

You gulp and slowly turn around. Your eyes meet his hurt and confused ones, your heart aching at the sight.

“Are you dating Jisung?” Hyunjin asks softly and you frown at him.

“Are you dating Yeji?” You answer back with your own question.

“Answer my question first,” Hyunjin sighs and you purse your lips. You shake your head and Hyunjin lets go of your wrist, visibly relaxing,

“I’m not dating Yeji either.” He says. Although you didn’t want to know that, because your stupid, stubborn self refuses to believe that he likes you, you still find yourself feeling relieved.

Hyunjin steps closer to you.

“What wrong did I do for you to avoid me this long? How big was it that you’d willingly leave your backpack here, when I know that you’d never ever leave it behind even if a zombie apocalypse would suddenly happen because you told me that one time? You even told me you’d leave Felix behind, or maybe sacrifice Changbin, but never your bag. So, what did I do wrong, Y/N? Why have you been avoiding me? It’s driving me crazy,” Hyunjin bombards you with questions.

You purse your lips and shake your head. “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been really busy.” You lie right through your teeth.

Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly. “So busy is sitting down on a bench, listening to music and reading books now? You’ve been avoiding me for an entire month, Y/N. Like, blatantly avoiding me!” He snaps.

That escalated quickly. You’re getting tired of this. The more you look at him, the more it’s getting hard for you too look away. Even with his face in a frown, his eyes filled with frustration and maybe even anger, Hyunjin still looked beautiful to you.

Fuck him and his genes.

You take a huge step back from him, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s it to you, huh, Hyunjin?!” You glare.

“I just wanted to know why you’re avoiding me, Y/N! What did I even do? Please do enlighten me,” He shouts, frustrated. You’re glad everyone’s either gone home already or still in classes, so no one’s there to witness your fight.

“Can’t I just ignore you because I just don’t want to talk to you?” You say, anger bubbling up inside of you. Or is it your feelings, already on the verge of spilling out of you like vomit?

“No, Y/N! I know you well enough to know that if you avoid people it’s not because you just don’t feel like it— there’s a reason behind it.” Hyunjin replies, exasperated.

“Why do you want to know so badly? Why do you care?!” You shout back. You’re tired of this; you’re tired of staying away from him, hoping it’ll get rid of your feelings for him. But the more you stayed away from him, the more your heart yearned for him. You just wanted the words to leave your lips already.

I love you.

You’d only realized it recently; you don’t just like Hyunjin— you love him. You love the way his eyes crinkle into small crescent moons when he’s genuinely happy. You love his loud, infectious laugh that you can pinpoint even if you were a mile away. You love his hugs, you love how he dances with so much passion because it’s something he loves to do. You love everything about him and it’s driving you insane too. It’s driving you insane that you keep wanting someone who can’t love you back in the same way.

“Because I’m your friend, Y/N! I worry about you, okay? Can I do something to help you? Why don’t you share your problems with me? Please tell me!” Hyunjin pleads with you, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders desperately.

Uh oh.

“No, Hyunjin! You can’t do fucking anything to help me because you’re the reason why I’m doing this, why I’m avoiding you! I love you, I’ve fallen in love with you, and it’s scary. It’s scaring me, okay? I’m scared that you don’t feel the same and it will change everything! You have Yeji now, don’t you? I can’t be selfish and ask you to return my feelings when you’ve already found the one for you,” you blurt everything out, feeling out of breath afterwards. The tears you didn’t know you were holding in start falling freely down your cheeks now.

You didn’t care anymore. Hyunjin at least deserved to know. You feel better though, because everything that’s been bottled up inside of you is now out in the open.

Hyunjin stands still in front of you, his face holding an unreadable expression. You’ve always been able to read Hyunjin like an open book, but you can’t decipher what’s going on in that pretty head of his. Every second that passes by that he doesn’t say anything, makes you feel more and more of an idiot for saying anything at all. You sigh, wiping the tears away hastily, but there’s still more.

“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” You whisper, your voice rough and raspy. You turn around to get your things and get the fuck out of there when Hyunjin suddenly holds you back.

You sigh. You turn around to face him, “Hyunjin, what—” he cuts you off mid-sentence when his lips crash against yours roughly. The kiss catches you off guard and you almost stumble, but his arms quickly wound around your waist, holding you in place. You’re surprised, but you kiss him back, and he tilts his head to the side to kiss you better. Your tears are still flowing freely, and his arms leave your waist to cup your cheeks, as his thumbs wipe away the tears. Your arms go around his neck, pulling him in closer. He pulls away slightly, before going back in to kiss you again, this time, softer and gentler. The second kiss leaves you lightheaded and you clasp your hands tighter around his neck. Hyunjin’s lips, his oh, so soft and plump lips feel so perfect as they mould against yours. His lips taste like vanilla, and you’re guessing he just ate vanilla ice cream because he knew you liked vanilla and he once told you he’d eat the things you loved — even if he didn’t like it that much, if he missed you.

And you’re just realizing this now, too, that Hyunjin does so many things for you, and because of you. On days when the winter air is particularly cold, he’d bring you an extra pair of gloves because he knows you keep forgetting yours. He buys you hot packs because you easily get cold. You’re always trapped in his hugs because he knows how much you need his body warmth. In the summer, no matter how hot it is, if you want to go out for ice cream, he’d willingly go with you, if it means seeing you all smiley and happy. He always seems to know what you need, whenever you need it. You realize now that Hyunjin lives for your happiness and he cares about you way too much.

Maybe he’s always felt the same way for you and you were just too dense and too stubborn to realize that.

When you both pull away for air, he looks at you, your heart beating loudly in your chest. He kisses your forehead as he pulls you in for a hug, his arms going around your shoulders as yours wrap around his waist. You bury your head in his chest and listen to the fast beating of his heart.

Hyunjin suddenly laughs, causing you to snort.

“How’s Yeji doing?” You joke, your hands playing with the ends of his hoodie. Hyunjin chuckles, his chest vibrating as he kisses the crown of your head.

“You know I only have eyes for you, babe.”

“Glad to know we don’t have to drop the babe thing and it’s finally official,” I laugh.

“True. Oh, and by the way?” Hyunjin pulls you back so he can look at you properly. He cups your jaw and tilts your head up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you pull away and he looks in adoration at the expectant look on your face.

He rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles your nose, making you giggle. “I love you too, Y/N.”

⇒ let me know what you think or hmu with anything under the sun here!

140 notes · View notes

theperksofbeingbarbie · 6 years ago

Text

Like a Normal Person

Summary: As a reporter with a thirst for a good story, your path crosses with a certain man with a hero complex quite a bit.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,298

Pairing: Diego x Female!Reader

Part Two

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while because I didn’t know how to finish it so… Here it is lol. Hope you guys like it!

ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

“Masked vigilante strikes again, saving the day before the police arrive,” you said in your best imitation of an early 20th century newscaster. “Would you like to like to provide a statement, Mr. Kraken, sir?”

You could easily see Diego glaring at you past the mask as he finished jumping over the fence. “You stalking me, [L/N]?” he asked, making sure he kept an eye on the camera you had hanging from your neck, not willing to let you get a picture of him again.

“I stalk good stories. You’re not the only one with a police scanner,” you shot back with a playful smirk. “C’mon, give me something. You really going to leave your favorite reporter out there to fight with the plebeians for the same statements?”

Deigo chuckled, shaking his head. “You better get back across the street before the rest of the news crews get there.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing back over the fence like you had done so you could wait for him. Despite being in dress clothes, you still managed not to mess up. You positioned your camera between the holes in the chain link as he started to run off. “Diego!” you called, taking the picture when he turned around. “Thanks!” You quickly started to run to get to the crime scene, mostly to avoid Deigo taking your camera.

Your relationship with Diego was an interesting one. You had seen him around town a few times, but you never put much thought into his presence. He was just a guy who had friends that were cops and frequented coffee shops around the precinct.

It wasn’t until you were driving past a robbery in progress did his… Professional life intersect with yours. After calling the police you hid behind your car to write down whatever you could see; what you saw was a man in all black and covered in knives, blood still dripping off some of the ones attached to his wrist. You were ready to report him to the police when you remembered that mask. It was old, something you never expected to recall, but you still managed to remember the boy who could curve anything he throws: mostly knives.

You decided to follow him into the back yards of the quiet residential street, closing your eyes when you heard something whizz by your head before getting stuck in a tree. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t threaten me, Mr. Hargreeves,” you stated firmly into the darkness, smirking when he slipped out of the shadows. “[Y/N L/N], reporter.” You held your hand out for him to shake but he just pulled the knife out of the tree silently.

It had been over a year since Diego threw that first knife at your head. It wouldn’t be last, that was for certain, but he did eventually slow down the frequency in which he showcased his talents.

You hummed as you unlocked the door to your apartment, happy to be home after such a long day.

“You really need to get better locking windows. I’m more than happy to take you to the hardware store and make sure you get a good set,” a familiar voice said from your living room.

Screaming, you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your door. In your fear, it took you a moment to realize who the man was. “What the fuck, Diego?!”

“Oh, damn, she’s got a bat.” Diego smirked, not making any attempt at getting up. “I’m serious about the windows, though. It was ridiculously easy for me to break in.”

“Why the fuck are you breaking into my apartment in the first place?!” You made no movement to drop the bat, still willing to beat the shit out of Diego if he came close.

“Stop screaming before your neighbors call the police,” Diego reasoned, though his tone was still full of amusement. “I brought food but you weren’t home.”

Slowly, the tension in your shoulders started to ease, but it was mostly replaced with confusion. “I’m sorry…” You dropped your bag from your shoulder, followed by the bat. “Let me get this straight…” You shook your head, deciding to go to the kitchen for a glass of wine. Diego cautiously followed you, leaning against the counter. “You brought food over and because I wasn’t home you… Broke into my apartment?”

Diego seemed to consider that for a moment before nodding. “Yup, that’s it.”

“Why? What do you want?” you spat after downing the first glass of wine.

“I-I wanted to spend time with you.”

You stared at him in disbelief, looking for any sign of ulterior motive. You had become pretty good at picking out liars over the years, and Diego was being honest. “You couldn’t have just asked like a normal person? I would’ve said yes.”

Diego seemed surprised by that. “You would?”

“Yes.” You ran a hand through your hair, shaking your head. “What’d you bring?”

Diego smirked, moving to start pulling the containers out of the bag.

————————

Diego never stopped breaking into your apartment. It became a weekly Friday tradition: break in, watch TV until you got home, complain about how you won’t get new windows, eat. You slowly got used to his presence, no longer screaming and threatening him with a bat.

But this week, you wanted to mix it up. It wasn’t that hard to get the scoop on Diego, one of your favorite cops telling you quite a bit about her ex boyfriend over a cup of coffee.

So on Thursday after stopping at his favorite Thai place, you made your way to the gym he worked at. Luckily it was busy, a lot of people there for a workout after they got out of work. You smiled when you noticed Diego coaching a teenager, admiring how kind he looked. You urged yourself to keep going as to not get caught, making your way to the boiler room.

————————

It was about an hour before you heard a knife whiz past your ear, burying itself in the dresser you were sat beside. “If you fucked up my hair, I’m killing you,” you said easily, not looking up from the book you were reading as you pulled the knife out of the wood.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Diego asked, plucking the knife from your hand as he walked by.

You glanced up, suddenly realizing he was shirtless, just out of the shower. “You take knives to the shower with you?” you blurted, blushing as he laughed.

“You brought food?” Diego asked, making no motion to pull on a shirt. You were in his home after all.

You cleared your throat, pulling your eyes from his body to the food on the small table. “Yeah, I wanted to get you back for all the times you broke into my place.” You stood, tossing your book on top of your bag as you walked over. “And I just… Wanted to see you,” you admitted shyly.

Diego smiled at your admission, focusing on the containers instead of you. “You know how you said I could just… Ask like a normal person?” he began, pulling out the containers. You nodded, watching him closely. “I was wondering if you… Wanted to go on a date?” Diego added a satisfied nod on the end of the question, the only hint that he had actually practiced it so he wouldn’t stutter.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” You grinned when you saw how happy that made him. “What was your plan if I didn’t say you could ask me things like a normal person?” you teased. “Kidnap me but take me to a restaurant?”

Diego rolled his eyes, playfully pushing you. “Maybe I still will if you keep it up.”

207 notes · View notes

paper-girls · 5 years ago

Text

Everywhen pt. 2 - Jae (Day6)

Everywhen - all the time; always

Jae x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, ummmm toxic boyfriend???, jae being kinda a dick

Word Count: 1.4k

Masterlist

PART 1┇PART 2┇PART 3

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

“Jae! Wake up! You’re gonna be late!”

With an anguished groan, Jae rolled over in his bed, wondering who in the fucking world decided it would be a good idea to rouse him from his beauty sleep with yelling.

In hindsight, he probably shouldnt’ve stayed up as late as he did to play video games with his roommate. Without your offensively loud wake up call, Jae would be late for all of his morning classes, if not just sleep through the day and wake up in a panic when afternoon came.

“What’re you still doing in bed?” Bursting through Jae’s bedroom door, you see you best friend still wrapped up in his blankets and sheets, unbothered by the possibility of being late for class. “You’re gonna be late.”

“I fully understand the consequences of skipping class and embrace the very real prospect of failing,” Jae deadpanned, observing your frantic state, fresh coffee stains littering the front of your white shirt. “Why’re you wearing your coffee?”

“I bumped into a guy and spilled my coffee,” you explained, annoyance tinting your voice. The guy you had collided with had apologised profusely and offered to buy you another drink. Since you were already running late to wake Jae up, you had to take a rain check, collecting his number in the process. “Now get up.”

While Jae slowly got up, complaining about how unfair life is, you ran this mornings hectic affairs through your mind. The guy you had ran into had quickly texted you asking when you were free. You had decided on this afternoon, the same place you’d gotten your first coffee.

“Y/nnnnnnnn,” Jae called from the kitchen. “I’m out of coffeeeeee.”

“Not my problem you forgot to go shopping,” you responded, pulled out of memory by the whining of your best friend. You almost told Jae you had a date this afternoon, but, recalling the multiple other guys he had scared away, you decided against it. “We can go tomorrow, if you have time.”

“Fineeeeeeee.” With that, you pulled Jae outside to grace his class with his presence, locking the door behind him.

“Have a good day,” you chirped. Jae groaneCd in response. Giggling to yourself, you speed-walked back to your apartment to change shirts and grab your books for this morning’s lecture.

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

“Thanks for not being a murderer,” you laugh as Mr. Coffee-Spiller sat down across from you with your new coffee, courtesy of his credit card. “Though, I have to ask, what’s your name?”

“Austin. Ironically, that’s where I’m from. Austin, Texas, baby!” He shot you some finger guns, smiling from ear to ear. “Where are you from?”

“Around here, actually. Cerritos, California.”

“Oh, cool! There’s a guy in one of my classes from there. You might know him, actually.” Oh yeah, sure. You totally know everyone from Cerritos. “Jae? Jae Park?”

“Yeah, actually! We’re friends.”

“Sweet, really!”

“Yeah!”

With that and the standard “what’s your major” talk out of the way, you and Austin had a rather pleasant conversation until your phone started ringing.

Looking at the caller ID you excused yourself. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” Moving towards the bathrooms, you answered the call with a “yo” once inside the security of the single stall washroom.

“What do you want for dinner,” Jae asked from the other end.

“Jae wha-? Why are you ask-? What?” In total confusion as to why your best friend would be calling you while he was supposed to be in class, to ask what you wanted for dinner.

“You said you’d come over for dinner and a movie tonight to make up for waking me up.” Fuck. You forgot.

After rousing him from his slumber and pushing him out the door, you got a text from Jae telling, not asking, you to come over for dinner and a movie. With all the excitement of the morning, your lectures and classwork, and your date with Mr. Coffee-Spiller, Austin, you’d forgotten all about the mandatory hang-out session with Jae. “I’ll have anything but sushi.”

“Pizza?”

“Deal.” (“Jae, aren’t you lactose intolerant?” “Yes, yes I am.”)

Finishing up your call with Jae, you walked back over to where Austin and you had been sitting. “Sorry about that,” you said once you reached him.

“No worries. I actually have to go home right now,” he said, distractedly reading through a text on his phone. “It appears my roommate is locked out of our dorm and has a class in half an hour.”

“Well that’s convenient for me.”

Austin looked at you in surprise and something that looked a little like hurt decorated his face.

Panicking you rushed to explain. “No no no! Not like that! I had an amazing time, but my friend called me and reminded me of some plans we had made a while ago and I didn’t want to just leave ‘cause the would be rude... I didn’t mean to offend you. I actually had fun.”

Austin let out a relieved laugh. “I get it. I had fun, too. Maybe we could do this again sometime? Maybe a proper dinner?”

“I’d like that. Just let me know when, and I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Sound good. See you then!”

With a quick goodbye hug, you and Austin walked out the door and went your separate ways, Austin rushing to let in his roommate and you trying to get to Jae’s on time.

“How’d your date go,” Jae asked from the small kitchenette. “What’s his name?”

“Austin. And it went well. We’re having dinner next time.” From the living room couch you couldn’t see the scowl on your best friend’s face.

“Oh” was all Jae responded with, noncommittal to your statement. With a scowl, he finished putting the snacks in bowls and walked the short distance to the living room. “You ready to par-tay!?”

“We both have classes in the morning. We can’t party and stay up late.”

“Killjoy.” Jae sat down beside you with the snack bowl on his lap.

“But you loooove me,” you teased, snuggling into him, making yourself comfortable.

“I do indeed.”

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

“What’re you doing Friday?” You and Jae were sitting on your couch, practically on top of one another.

“I have a date with Austin. Why?”

“I was just wondering when I’d get to spend time with my best friend. Y‘know, without a time limit or her overbearing and controlling boyfriend.”

“Austin is not controlling,” you said, untangling your legs from Jae’s, hurt he would even entertain the thought of your boyfriend trying to have a grip on your social life. He was just a little… protective of you.

“When was the last time you went out with friends.”

“Um, I dunno… maybe-“ Jae cut you off.

“Exactly. You can’t remember.” Jae was beyond pissed off at Austin. The y/n Jae remembers was always down to go out with friends, spend time with him, or do fun, non-Austin involving things. Nowadays, it seemed you had an excuse for every invitation: “oh, Austin and I have plans,” “ I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that,” “sorry I can’t, Austin won’t let me,” and the like.

“I mean-“

“Don’t even try to defend him, y/n,” Jae shouted, standing up from the couch. “He’s controlling where you go and what you do! Fuck, this is the first time in weeks I get to see you without that dickwad around! And I have a time limit!” Jae was getting angrier, hating the fact that he missed your company because of that worthless piece of shit you called “babe” with unrequited love in your eyes. He hated the fact that he never got to see you. Ever. And when he did, it was with Austin and/or a time limit.

“Jae, really,” you started. “You’re being an ass. Austin’s just looking out for me.”

“He’s the ass,” Jae murmurs.

“You’re the one being an ass right now,” you said getting up from the couch. “I don’t see why you hate him so much!”

“Y/n, we’ve been over this a million times! I tell you every single thing that’s wrong with your relationship, and then you dismiss it like it’s nothing. Like it’s not weird to have your boyfriend know where you are at all times. Like it’s not it’s not at all invasive for him to go through your phone and read all your messages. Like it’s not fucking creepy of him to-“

“I think it’s time you leave,” you said forcefully.

The last you saw of Jae was his back, storming out your door.

#jae park #park jaehyung #jae #jae day6 #jae x reader #jae fluff #jae angst #day6 fluff #day6 angst #day6 imagines #day6 x reader #imagines #everywhen #youngk #sungjin #dowoon #wonpil

40 notes · View notes

feel199x · 6 years ago

Text

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶to protect our district ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ chapter II

I II III IV V VI VII

ceo!hwang hyunjin, mafia!stray kids, mafia leader!hwang hyunjin

masterlist

a/n: when you reach the end, please let it be known that i didn’t mean to be a big mean dumbass and leave it the way it is;;; but truth be told i’m not sure how reader’s gonna get themselves out of this one. enjoy!! mwah ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ i am tired..it’s 1 am;;; i hope u enjoy babes

warnings: angst, death and gun mention. threats of murder

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Jisung cut in, “But we’ve just met today, how are we supposed to function as a team?”

“He’s right,” Chan added, “How can we be expected to work well together when the only thing we know about each other, are our names?”

Hyunjin didn’t miss a beat. “We have twenty four hours and counting,” he said lowly, “Either you spend that time worrying, or you get done what needs to get done.” Hyunjin slid a wall to reveal an armory, throwing you a gun. “Figure it out.”

You held it in your hands, letting it rest upon your lap. “You don’t actually expect me to,” you paused, “actually kill someone, or multiple people?” You examined the sleek black metal, letting your fingers run along its coolness. “Because I can’t,” you added, “I can’t kill someone.” Everyone shot you a look of concern, almost like they wish you hadn’t said anything to push Hyunjin further.

“Do you want to die?”

A silence spread across the room, when the rest of the team didn’t even dare to flip a page through their file. “Do you want to die,” Hyunjin said louder, “Because I can arrange that. For you, or for anyone else in this room. We all have roles to play, roles none of us chose. That nine on your neck is a promise, and a threat.” And you went quiet, staring at a machine that only brought death and misfortune. “Do you understand?” he looked at you, his eyes slightly glassy, fingers tapping the side of his thigh, “Tell me, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Hwang Hyunjin.”

And before the team could waste another moment, there was immediate discussion in the room. Plans already have been formulated, ideas bouncing off the walls. Changbin walked over to you, explaining where you had to be set up. “You see,” he pointed at the building’s roof, “That’s where you should be stationed. It’ll be high up, so the others won’t be able to see you.” You looked over at the picture of the building. “But it’s a hotel,” you mentioned, “It’d be easier to rent a room. If the feds found out, it would be harder for them to sweep the floors compared to the roof.” He nodded, immediately pulling out a pen to do some math and calculate the best room. He spoke again a few minutes later, scribbles of math and circles decorating the picture of the hotel, which was now unrecognizable. “You need to be on the eighth floor,” he explained, “On the furthermost right side of the building. You’re gonna have to figure out how to take the shot without being seen on your own.” He looked up at you, taking of the black hat he was wearing to fix his hair, and gave a soft smile. “If it comes to that, of course.”

Hyunjin flipped through the file roughly, in frustration. “It doesn’t make sense,” he said, “They’re the same age as us. Are they also taking over their parent’s roles?” Chan nodded, and pulled a picture of a boy just slightly older than Hyunjin himself. “It looks like he’s the leader,” Chan explained, “So you’ll probably be speaking to him.”

“What about the others?” you asked from across the room, “Are they all the same age as us too?”

Chan looked at you, unsure of whether he should tell you the truth. “Yes,” he answered, “They’re around the same age as us.” Chan continued to explain information about the Woojin’s father, explaining what they did and what they ran. Turns out that Woojin’s father also ran a business, but instead of a corporation like Hyunjin’s father, he ran a casino. Supposedly, it made it easier for illegal gambling to be kept under the wraps. “Gambling,” Hyunjin scoffed, “What an empire to be built upon.”

Comments like those meant you had a hard time stopping yourself from teasing Hyunjin. You understood that things had changed tonight, he was no longer your friend. He was a leader, and he had to be respected. But it felt stiff and uncomfortable, like you were walking on eggshells around him. It had only been an hour, and yet it felt like you hadn’t been able to talk to the real Hyunjin in forever. If this is how it would be the rest of your life, then you didn’t want to ‘fulfill your role’ as the Hwang men had said. You kept assembling and disassembling the gun Hyunjin had given you until your fingers were sore.

“We’re gonna try to negotiate with them first though?” asked Jisung, “Because if we shoot so will they.” Jisung seemed to voice a concern that everyone in the room had, and with that question everyone turned to look at Hyunjin. There was a steady tapping against Hyunjin’s own thought before he answered. “Of course,” he comforted, “This is just in case. Last resort. We have to be prepared for everything, one step ahead of them.”

As the dawn’s sun rose and shined eagerly at the newly formed team. But you were too busy to notice. Chan was going over the plan again, making sure, double-checking that there was no room for miscommunication or mistakes. “Jisung and I will follow as back-up with Hyunjin,” Chan said again, “Changbin, you’ll watch the streets, the skies and look for anything suspicious. ___, you’ll be stationed in room 0325 and wait for Jisung’s signal. If things go awry, I need you to take all the necessary shots and then come to help us. Jisung, if things go wrong, escort Hyunjin off the premises. Changbin, have the car ready and make sure we’re not being followed.”

“What if they ask you to put down your guns,” you asked, “what then?” “We make sure they do it first,” Hyunjin answered, “We’re not going to let them dominate the situation. We can’t let them have the upperhand.”

“Hyunjin,” you added, “What are you going to say? How are you gonna avoid a conflict?”

That’s when he smiled the type of smile that made your heart stop. You weren’t sure if he knew that he was making your heart tighten, or if he could here how fast it was beating. “Let’s meet back here in two hours,” he clapped, “You guys can go.” The boys nodded as they made their way out of the room, rubbing sleep out of their heavyset eyelids. “How do you know they won’t sell your information?”

“I bugged them.”

You choked on air and made a bewildered face. “How, why, when, what?” you rambled, “Did you bug me?” He shrugged, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. “I don’t know,” he said smugly, “Did I?” You were about to smack the back of his head when Mr. Hwang appeared, his scorned face illuminated by the growing sun’s light.

He gestured for the two of you to take a seat as he entered the room again. He sat, fixing his tie in the uncomfortable silence. It grew and grew until it suffocated the both of you, so much so that when Mr. Hwang finally spoke, it made you jump. “I hope that whatever relationship the two of you have,” he said as he leaned in to make stressful eye contact, “Doesn’t get in the way of the establishment the Hwang family has built. The same empire that Hyunjin is taking the reigns of.” You nodded, trying to get back in Mr. Hwang’s good graces.

“Of course, I-”

Mr. Hwang cut you off with a dark look. “Hyunjin, you may leave,” he ordered, “now.” Hyunjin shot you a worried look and made his way out the door. You watched him pitifully, miserably, as you were left in unfamiliar territory. Because Mr. Hwang wasn’t just an apex predator, he was a beast, a monster. You wouldn’t want to be in a room full of people if he was in it, much less an obscure room in his mansion, all alone.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen carefully,” Mr. Hwang said lowly, “You mess up, in any way, shape, or form. I will kill you myself. If I find out that you are clouding Hyunjin’s judgement. I will kill you. And not only will I kill you, but I will make Hyunjin watch the entire time.”

He laughed and smiled brightly, fixing the golden watch that rested on his wrist, and winked at you. “It’s none of my business what you get up to in your free time,” he added, “Unless it concerns the kingdom I’m passing down to Hyunjin. Then, it’s every man for himself.” He got up and patted your back, smoothly making his way outside the door. He opened the door quickly and chuckled as he watched Hyunjin stumble slightly. “You’ll get better,” he comforted, “Soon.”

You slid down the couch and groaned. “It wasn’t that bad,” you said, “Don’t be nervous.”

“Who said I’m nervous?”

You pointed at his hand. “You’ve had that tick since we’ve met,” you smiled, “It may just be the death of you.”

He laughed, taking your hand and holding it to his heart. “Nah, I think you’ll be.” You smacked the back of his and glared at him.

“Shut up, pretty boy.”

He frowned, stretching his legs onto the coffee table. “You know,” he said, “I was about to apologize for being a dickhead, but you’re making me regret it.” You turned to him, confused. “Why?” you asked, shrugging, “Things are different now, I get it.” His hand twitched again, and you thought he was gonna hold your hand, but he just pulled his hand back to his side.

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

As you got ready for the first assignment, your mind lingered. The truth was, as much as you hated to admit, the feelings you had for Hyunjin could get in the way of the team. It wouldn’t cloud Hyunjin’s judgement, you were sure, but yours? Not so much. It hadn’t been an issue until these past few years, and now, as these feelings grew more urgent- the more you realized how helpless the situation was. You couldn’t repress the feeling you had, but you also had no choice. You couldn’t act on it, the conversation you had with Mr. Hwang made that very clear. Soon you’d have to call Hyunjin, Mr. Hwang, too. You grimaced at the thought. But nevertheless, all the little moments you’ve shared, all the almosts that kept you up at night. They were gone. They had to be if you wanted to be a key functional piece in your machine of a team. But what scared you the most, was not loneliness, not your death. But being the reason someone else had died, imagining someone dying- and you having to take that body in a count, having that follow you for the rest of your life. You could not play god, no matter what role you are being forced to play. Because sooner or later, someone will play god with your own life.

And soon the time arrived.

You moved silently, the team had decided to move separately. You settled into the hotel room, brushing your hair out of your face and set everything up. It was a lot to carry, and you were almost relieved when you had to assemble everything. You were surprised at yourself, your fingers steady and smooth. You leaned the nose of the gun outside the window and stared through the magnification piece. You listened intently to the walkie-talkie that sat upon your collarbone. Hyunjin entered the meeting area, with Jisung and Chan following closely behind. Changbin and his car was nowhere to be seen in the area, and you trusted that it was a good thing. Through the windows if the building, you watched as another group of men entered the building. Woojin, you presumed in the front, and behind him, two boys you recognized from the file you were given late yesterday night. Your heart began to hurt as it’s beats increased exponentially. Sweat began to grow on your back, as you realized, all of you were kids. You were born into this life, denied a choice, a life. Choice, you knew nothing about.

But fate, destiny? You knew too well.

“Hyunjin.”

“Woojin.”

“Put your guns on the floor.”

“Ladies first.”

You heard the hesitant clatter of weaponry on the floor.

“Are you here to negotiate?”

“Are you?”

“I am. Under one condition.”

Your breath hitched, finger less than a second away from the trigger. You steadied your breathing, listening intently to the conversation, watching Jisung’s body language closer than you have ever paid attention to anything in your life. But instead you heard Hyunjin laugh.

“Are you in any position to limit me to conditions?”

“No. But neither are you.”

There was a pause, and you could feel yourself starting to worry. The panic beginning to surge through your veins. But you wouldn’t mess this up. Not on choice. Not on fate. Not on god.

“So, why don’t I propose a condition, hm?”

“Go for it.”

“I know you have an assassin ready to shoot me from one of those windows up there. How about we bring them down, have them kill each other? A small price to pay for unity.”

This wasn’t part of the plan, the rest of you had never talked any of this over. Hyunjin hadn’t even made any new suggestions when Chan was going through the final plan. None of this had been talked over. Your hand was sweating, making the trigger slick and wet. You watched as Woojin’s face contorted and he whispered to both of his associates.

“Agreed.”

“Shoot to kill?”

“Shoot to kill.”

#hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin fic #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fic #skz fluff #skz angst #skz hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids hwang hyunjin

47 notes · View notes

b2utifulight · 7 years ago

Text

Trainee! Seo Sunghyuk Imagine

You have been a trainee for almost a year now

But you’re not in a rush to debut tbh

You have this mindset that you’ll eventually get what you want if you work hard enough

Given you’re also in a quite new and small company so they can’t really splurge on someone’s debut yet

When you auditioned it was the first audition the company had

If it wasn’t for your dancing skills you might have not even made it in to the company

At least that’s what you think

You’re not bad at singing just practicing a lot would stabilize your talent more

Like boo you could be the next Moon Jongup

Aka dancing king and dark horse vocals who slays meh life

Anyway on with the story

You are quite the hard worker and after school you go straight to the company to train

You also tend to lose track of time and stay late as one of the last people to leave the building

Today wasn’t an exception

Looking at the time it was already 1:27 AM (if anyone knows this reference let’s be friends)

You sighed looking at the time

You had to wake up early in the morning for school

Packing all your things and making sure everything is off and shut properly you started to leave the training room

Meeting a very dark hallway

It seems like you’re literally the last one in the building

So you decided to make a run for the stairs

Cause like elevators are way scarier at night time

And luckily the training rooms are just on the 2nd floor

So you started to run but halfway you braked almost falling

A light in the corner of your eye caught your attention

You would run further but you had to check if there was still someone in the building

And you low-key didn’t want to get scolded by someone the next day for leaving lights on as the last person

So you walked towards the training room and peeked through the small window

Someone was in there

That someone is Seo Sunghyuk

You know him because he is the kid who always worked hard like you do

And others always talk about a certain handsome guy with honey vocals

Yes I’m high-key promoting my boi still sue me

He´s also the kid who is a bit clumsy

Cue memory of his head banging on the table (still sobs for mi preciosa (╥﹏╥))

You’ve never really talked to him though

You are both good at focusing on your own and aren’t really in need for someone to talk to

Which is kind of weird also as there is just a small amount of trainees

And you are close with others but just not with Sunghyuk

You keep your focus on him

It seems like he’s practicing the dance you just learned today in class

His steps weren’t the sharpest but you could see that he was trying to perfect it going back to steps he had missed

But then he missteps and falls

You ran to him unconsciously

Right by his side you asked if he was okay

He just stared at you

Both having great ‘first’ impressions

You all sweaty but sweet to help him up

And he all sweaty but confused getting off the floor

Awkward introductions follow

But from that day on you started being friends

More like acquaintances

Saying hi in the hallways

And smiling at each other from across the room in classes

Laughing and giggling when one makes a cute mistake

You get closer when you both stay in late to practice

“Oh you’re also still here. Let’s leave together.”

Using a bigger training room for both of you instead of two individual ones

Him saying that his dancing is not that great

And you telling that your singing ain’t that great

So you helped each other from then on

Making sure moves are clean and notes become stable

This all results to doing a song together for the monthly evaluation

It’s not gon be troublemaker

That’s for another time

Wink face ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Just a simple song where you can showcase your singing and dancing equally

It is not recommended to do the evaluation in duos as one could outshine the other

But both your efforts pay off really well

Your evaluation is seen as one of the best of the month

Or actually it was the best

Because you both were just that good

Getting that recognition from the company that you both grew in your talents

News spread all through the company and you are now known as the power duo in the company

Other trainees start looking up to you both

And some whispering that you might be dating too

Which you kind of ended up doing anyway

You’ve had a connection since the sweaty beginning and getting together together was just the next step

Totally natural progression

And by totally natural I mean legit natural

You both noticed your feelings for each other around the same time

And the official start would be something like this

You were practicing a dance together and you tried to stabilize his steps

But he being clumsy fell forward and took you down with him

And maybe he did that on purpose

Now you were under him and just staring at each other

But then he initiated the first kiss

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long”

“And I’ve been waiting for so long”

Your company totally not arguing about dating

Especially in house

Such a cool company tbh(if I legit had a company it would’ve been the best)

They’re totally fine

Dating is not that different than before

But just with some more pda

Small kisses whenever the choreo provided you to be close enough

At practice off course not classes or evaluation

Though you tried in classes but got scolded

Lots of cuddling

Getting distracted a lot by each other

One time while practicing you decided that one should be punished if a mistake were made

The punishment was to fulfill a wish from the other

This resulting in a cute cuddly chaotic mess

That day ended with no progress whatsoever

Staying even later than before at the company

Ending up making the company your second dorm

They made resting rooms specially because of you but anyone can use it

But they do prohibit cohabitation in these resting rooms

But rules are meant to be broken

And legit it’s the best duo of the company

They know you won’t do anything weird

Or would you (・ω・)

It has also become a regular thing that you’ll do the evaluation together

And the company is deciding whether just to debut you as a duo

Because you guys are just aces

And it will be the best decision the company had ever made

Here is the end product! Well in time for his birthday! Honestly didn´t plan it, it really just happened like it. Happy Birthday to Seo Sunghyuk! And Yeo Hwanwoong!

AND AND AND RAINZ IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!! I CANT BE ANY HAPPIER THAN I AM NOW!!! We will see Sunghyuk on stage again ಥ_ಥ ＼(^o^)／

I hope you like this imagine! And I´m still planning on releasing more so until then~

#happy birthday to my son #i really miss him #rainz come quick #seo sunghyuk #pd101 #produce 101 #pd101 s2 #pd101 imagine #pd101 scenario #pd101 fanfic #pd101 oneshot #rainz #wh creative

25 notes · View notes

anything-advice-blog · 8 years ago

Text

Submission

Time-sensitive(?)

So, I’m a senior in high school, but I’m taking classes full time at a community college. My dad didn’t want me to take classes there full time since it wasn’t “academically rigorous” enough for him, but he eventually went through with it. One of his “conditions” was that I had to take a computer science class this semester. At first I was very excited, but after classes started I realized how much I didn’t like it. (Let me add that I’d like to be a history major and I'm taking the CS class designed for CS majors. My dad has been working in programming his entire career. He thinks that non-STEM majors will get you nowhere in life unless you go to grad school or medical school.) As this semester is drawing to a close, I tell him that I don’t wanna take CS II. He says that I have to and that I’m going to have to double major in CS if I major in history. (My sister majored in East Asian Studies and planned to go to med school, but did not. Did my dad force her go anyway? No.) If I don’t then he says he won’t pay my tuition. There was only one CS class that fit into my schedule for next semester and since it’s with a very popular teacher at night, it filled up before my paperwork to register was processed. There was another CS class that conflicted with two of my other classes. When I told my dad, he tells me to drop the other two classes. I didn’t. So now, all the CS classes are full and he’s telling me that if I don’t find a way into one of them, I’m going to be “severely punished”. (I highly doubt the punishment would be physical.) I went to the college administrators and they told me what I already know–they can’t get you into a class if it’s at capacity. I’m just at my wit’s end. I don’t know how many times I’ve told him how much I hate CS and how I’d like to take classes that I enjoy during my last semester of high school. I’ve told him over and over that I’d take a CS class when I actually go to college. Whenever I tell my friends about what’s going on they just say things like, “Are you gonna let him control your life?”, etc. I don’t think they get it? What am I supposed to do if he won’t pay for me to go to college? I don’t have any kind of college savings. I don’t have a job. I’m only 17 years old. I don’t wanna spend four years taking classes I hate. My mom hasn’t said anything about what’s going on, since she decided to “stay out of it”. I’m just tired of trying to plead my case. I’d take all my classes at my high school next semester if I could. I just want him to leave me alone. I just want my dad to support my decisions and let me live my life. I’m not asking for anything crazy. I just don’t wanna take a class next semester. I’ve never looked for easy As. I’ve been trying so hard to make my classes as academically challenging as I can so I can get into good schools. What should I do? No amount of talking gets through to him. What should I do?

– Class of 2017

_________________________________________________

Hey there love,

Before I give you any advice, I will say this. Parents care an awful lot, and especially when it comes to when they want their kids to succeed and have a good life. Many parents want their children to live a fulfilling and enriching lifestyle, wanting them only to live with good money, and a safe home, while being happy. That said, they can also be controlling because they’re scared that their baby girl or boy will suffer if they pursue something they love but something that doesn’t have an immediate stable foreseeable future and having only to work can be frightening.

First of all, I think it’s great that you’re pursuing something you love. It’s incredibly brave of you, and a great choice. Now you won’t have to worry about doing something you regret and hate for the rest of your life. Never give in to your parents’ wishes of wanting you to be a comp.sci major if it’s the last thing you want to do. However, I think your father wants you to follow in his footsteps for personal reasons such as fearing that history isn’t a good stable career, or maybe it’s because programming is all he’s ever known and knows that since he himself was a comp.sci major, he could help you in some way, and give you a safe future. You need to convince him that you’re growing up, and that whatever you do, you’ll be able to handle on your own. By sitting him down and tell him straight up that you understand that Comp.sci is what he wishes you pursue, it’s simply something that you can never see yourself doing, and be happy whilst at it. Then ask him if he wanted you to be unhappy. His answer would clearly be no. Despite him thinking it’s for your own good, this is your path, and your life. He clearly wants you to have a successful life, but if you’re not happy, it’s in vain. Make him see reason, by saying that history is something you have a passion for, and even though it may not be a “safe” STEM route, it’s something you chose, and won’t regret. By forcing you into comp.sci not only will it be bad for you psychologically, you won’t get much out of it either. Anyone knows that if you hate what you’re doing, you obviously won’t try as hard, and your results will show just that.

Since you can’t get a CS class this semester, take other classes to explore your other options. In the meantime, I think your father despite grudgingly you not taking his choices, he will still pay for your tuition. Why? You’re his daughter. He won’t cut you off just because you want to do something you like. There may also be a cultural aspect to it as well. My father was forced into being an engineer, despite wanting to go into business, and later on, as I grew up, I was expected to be an engineer as well like my other siblings. Now thinking about it, I had a similar situation like you. I was expected to be in a STEM major as well, and after thoroughly talking it out with my father, he let me do things on my own. Like it will be for you, it wasn’t easy. My own father was very angry especially because I didn’t follow something that had a generic safe path. My older sister was a doctor, and older brother had 3 degrees in engineering, accounting and law. As his 3rd kid, I wanted to pursue psychology and he thought that virtually had no job openings. He eventually realized that he couldn’t bend me to his will, and realized how old I was getting. I was no longer his little girl, and he realized it was pointless in directing me, because now I was able to see right and wrong. Still, he had a grudge for a long time, but it passed. It could be the same for you. No parent that cares strongly for their child’s education can hate them. He just worries too.

Try to get your mom on your side. Talk with her about your thoughts often, and when you get through to her, before long, she’ll start defending you and looking at it through your point of view. Remember, if the husband is the head, the wife is the neck. She’s the one behind the true decisions that is silently persuading the husband. Try to make her feel included in your choices, and try to get closer to her. She’ll be more inclined to listen to how you truly feel. Same goes for your sister.

However, if he still threatens to cut off your funds, start looking for scholarships. Even though it’s a hassle, and has incredibly annoying prerequisites, it’s too decrease the competition. Apply to all and any scholarship. Even if you don’t fit the requirements, do it just in case. Many scholarships end up going to waste, because no one applies for them. There are thousands of dollars that go down the drain because no one takes them, mainly because people think there’s too much people competing and give up. Heck, for jokes I applied to a scholarship for engineers, and ending up getting 500$ cause no one claimed it. Look for scholarships and bursaries. If you are coming of age, you can also look at student loans from your university/college as well as fundraising from your high school. Lastly, get a part time job. Find anything because it’ll help pay for expenses of any sort. I would recommend fast-food chains (bubble-tea stores aren’t fast food but they’re always hiring and its boba tea, what’s not to like amirite), or bookstores. They don’t require too many hours, and are usually flexible, giving you time for your schoolwork and breaks.

Maybe to try to get through to him, if you’re able, make him a deal. Deals are usually good ways to prevent conflict and can help satisfy both parties for a short or long time depending on the deal. If you can handle it, tell him that you are willing to take one or two comp. sci courses and will try to enjoy it, but in exchange, you want to be able to make your own career and post-secondary choices. Or anything you want to barter on. Make sure it’s advantageous to your side! He won’t really realize until last minute, and he won’t be able to do anything about it either.

Even though I hate to say this, don’t live for your dad. Or your mom, or anyone. It’s your life, and whatever you choose, at the end of the day, it’s you that’s stuck with the consequences or rewards. Your dad may force you, may threaten you, or even cut you off, but ultimately if you choose to go with his wishes, it’s you that faces the repercussions of it. Do anything and everything you can to defend your freedom as a growing adult. He needs to see that you have your own opinion and mindset for yourself. My dad used to always say this to me: “Whatever you do, do it for yourself, because ultimately, when everything else and everyone is gone, all you really have are your choices, and memories and what you did with them.” Learn that there will always be something or someone against your or in your way. Know that this is life, and pick your battles and try to just breathe and enjoy the rest of your high school life! You deserve it. Realize by the time you hit Uni, you’re in for the biggest rollercoaster of your life.

Really hopes this helps,

~Ella ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

#ella #school #senior #high school #college #university #class of 2017 #STEM #history #studies #AAB #submssion #27.04.2017 #father #family discord #technology #computer science #compsci

2 notes · View notes

violettelueur · 4 years ago

Text

— ITADORI YUJI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O TURNING INTO BABIES/TODDLERS

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 03 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! May I request a headcanon just like the previous one you did with the s/o turning into a child but with Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna and Nanami? Thank you, I'm always looking forward to your works and love them very much!!!

↳ barista’s notes : i am so sad that i didn’t enjoy jujutsu kaisen friday...it feels really weird to not watch an episode ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but update on my life, on genshin impact i am on AR 39 since i finished my assession thingy and i am plannning to spend a lot on money on small business and skincare because it’s my two week holiday (if i do not become stingy because i am with money - call me MeiMei) and i can’t shop physically because of COVID....other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come back soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

Itadori would be most surprised out of everyone when he finds out that you have turned into a child. For example, he would wake up and would instantly fall off his bed once he finds a toddler in his presence.

The first person he will go to is Fushiguro because ‘best friends for life I say’ and to be honest, you will probably cry/become nervous the second you see him because he has an annoyed look on his face leading you to hide under the blanket.

Itadori will panic and pull you into his arms with the blanket over because you are just scared of his friend and Fushiguro will be confused since you were friends with him after all.

You will have the brightest smile when you are with Itadori and you love it when he would raise you up in the air because it seems like you are flying.

When Itadori runs, you will giggle so much because it’s like being in a race car because of how fast he goes and the first years will wonder why you are not scared one bit.

I feel like you are comfortable with other people carrying you like even Gojo can, but when you want to go to Itadori...they better pass you on to him.

You and Itadori will always high-five each other just to make you happy because you would always raise your hand to him.

What Itadori finds really adorable is when you pick up a basketball because it looks really big compared to your toddler size and it is extra adorable when you try to throw it into the hoop with a little jump to copy him...like it just doesn’t reach.

This is when he would carry you up in the air and allow you to place the ball into the hoop because he really loves it when you cheer brightly.

When you run around, expect either Itadori to run slower because it seems like you are having so much fun or him to scoop you up into his arms because he is just really fast.

If Sukuna appears on his cheek, you would either slap it because you think it’s weird or just stare because it’s something you don’t see every day.

Itadori will have to force himself to watch cartoons with you because that is the only thing you would watch rather than you regular anime/movie nights that you would have with him.

After the whole cursed technique has been reversed, you would have no recollection of what just happened for the past 24 hours leading Itadori to explain - but I feel like he is the type to rather giggle in the middle of his explanation leading you to ask Fushiguro and Kugsaki in the end.

When you have turned into a toddler, Gojo will have no clue on what to do or say - even though he technically raised Fushiguro, doesn’t mean he has parental skills...he knows how to financially support someone.

In the beginning, he would be looking at you with such endearment because of how adorable you look and will absolutely take thousands of photos of you.

However, it seemed like you somehow retained your personality because the second he takes the 1000th photo, you would smack the phone out of his hands, surprising him completely.

You seem to be quite a calm child since you don’t really refuse to let him carry you, you just let him while he parades you around the school to show you off.

You will call him ‘Mr’ - don’t know why...maybe to tease him.

Gojo is the type to spin you around and twirl you like a princess because you are and forever will be to him - he sort of begins to notice your quite a quiet child.

The first years would be really shocked at your new appearance, especially Fushiguro since you did raise him...now it’s kind of his turn…

Nanami will try to take you away from Gojo because he’s worried that his colleague will do something really stupid to the point where you are injured in the process - but your man is adamant that he won’t hurt you.

Gojo will treat you to many sweets and that will cause a little shine of excitement to shine in your eyes because it’s a kid’s dream, right?

He really likes to feed you because it seems fun to him - I can imagine him saying ‘here comes the train’ and you would just grab the fork and guide it to your mouth.

When Gojo finally lifts up his blindfold, you would be surprised by them because they are so shiny - like you would stare at them for quite a bit that causes Gojo to freeze because you were dead frozen.

But when you show the brightest smile and place your hand on his cheeks, he relaxes before letting you do what you want to do.

Say “Pwetty eyes” and Gojo will blush on the spot because you would always compliment his eyes when you were in your original form.

When the time has passed the 24-hour mark and you are back to normal, Gojo will instantly tell you what happened before you even ask - like “you were so adorable as a baby~ where are your baby photos?” while scrolling the pictures through his phone to show you.

He will 100% have baby fever after...

When Sukuna discovers you in your miniature form as a child, he will laugh at you for a good hour or more because he thinks how funny it is that you let a curse affect you like this.

However, what Sukuna finds really weird is that you’re not really afraid of him but rather interested because you would move closer to him to get a good look.

You will 100% tug on his kimono to get his attention and at first, it does annoy him completely because you are messing up with clothing but after a while, he finds it really assuming that you want his attention.

If you are in his domain, he will let you roam around in the water but he will find it really irritating that you are making loud noises since he is used to the quiet.

If you trip or fall down on your face, expect the King of Curses to laugh at you because he laughs at everyone’s misery - but he will be shocked that you haven’t cried at all.

He is the type of person that would say kids have no fear whatsoever - that is because of you.

Unlike the others, Sukuna will carry you by the collar of your shirt or just the back of your shirt and leave you hanging for some time - but it’s fun for you since you're just chilling and swinging.

Just because you are his significant other, doesn’t mean the word ‘brat’ won’t leave his mouth when he addresses you - the second you become a child, is the moment where you are a brat to him, but a brat that he loves.

After a while, when you start walking around in his domain after relaxing for some time, Sukuna would follow you slowly from behind because it just wants to see you waddle…

When you sit with him on his little skull seat, you will either play with his hands because his nails are just really long and you find that interesting or you would trace his marks because who the hell has marks on their face?

Sukuna would once again comment how children have no fears but wouldn’t stop you from touching the markings that he has on his face because he finds your expression of awe quite funny.

When you go back to your original form and remember nothing, Sukuna wouldn’t really tell you what happened but will just give you a smirk before saying “so what are you going to repay me with since you annoyed me so much as a little brat?” - huh?

When Nanami finds you in your little toddler state after being hit with a curse technique, he will literally have a whole staring contest with you for a few minutes.

You would probably stare at him for quite some time as well before either your eyes begin to tear up because he looks really scary or your arms would raise up, conveying to him that you want to be picked up.

You would call him ‘Nanamin’ just like how Itadori does and when Itadori finds out, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have picked up his habit.

For a child, you are quite interactive since when Nanami comes back to inform the school, you would wave to greet everyone that walks past and Gojo will find it really amusing - Nanami wouldn’t show it, but he thinks it’s endearing of you.

Gojo will definitely laugh at you for sometime before reaching out to hold you, only for you to wrap your arms around Nanami’s neck really tightly.

You would definitely fiddle with his glasses and try to put them on your face because it seems fun and you always wanted to try them on - now you have an excuse.

Nanami will make sure that you are well taken care of. He will make sure that you have eaten, hydrated with water, be in safe hands if he needs to go somewhere and he will help you clean up if you need help.

Let's just say he is the most responsible out of the four people in this headcanon right now because he is Nanami Kento.

If you somehow manage to get close to his weapon, he will quickly take it away from your reach because he is worried that you might hurt yourself.

Nanami has made one rule to himself and that is to never leave you in the care of Gojo Satoru because he has no idea what he would do with you - I don’t think he would take you to Ino as well because...it’s Ino (In conclusion, he will leave you to Shoko).

When Ino first sees you, he thinks Nanami is joking with him until he notices how much the child looks like you, only to shout your name in complete surprise causing you to giggle because it’s a funny sight.

If you snuggle your head in the crook of his neck, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly because it reminds him now you would do that as an adult when he came home from work and he can’t help but find it adorable that you kept that habit.

When you go back to your adult form after the 24 hours are up, Nanami will tell you what happened if you want to know and will probably warn you about the blackmail material Gojo has gained in the process.

2K notes · View notes

nightwingswing · 8 years ago

Text

Savage is going DOWN!

Hi! How are you, my darling little wings? We’ve reached the 70+ little wings!!! I’m sooo happy!!!

Thank you @talesfromthecreed for requesting again! I happy you liked the other one and I’m sorry for the waiting, and I hope you like this one too!!!

Serie: Part1 Part2 (here you are!) Part3

Promp: Yasss I love it!! OOO JUST GOT ANOTHER IDEA! this same reader, who everyone is so protective of, gets kidnapped by Vandal Savage. Ooo rip savage

After the last stunt you pulled, let’s say the team wasn’t very happy with you.

They won’t let you go on missions, or go with Len and Mick to “investigate” the bars on the time you were.

“Please! I want to go with you please, Captain.”

“No, (y/n).” Rip said. You pouted.

“pwease” You pulled your secret weapon.

THE PUPPY DOG EYES!!!!

Rip stern face melted slowly….

“Argh, alright-“

“YAY”

“BUT! If you do something than threatens the mission, or your health. You will be going straight home, you understand missy?”

“Aye aye captain!” You saluted him and then ran towards your room to gather your weapon.

As he saw you ran toward your room he sighed.

“I got a bad feeling about this”

/////*\\\

The mission was “easy”.

As easy as trying to stop an immortal man who wants to kill you.

Welp

You got separated from your time for a moment.

A moment that Vandal Savage took advantage of.

“What the Fumdfj-“suddenly your world went black

“You will have to do.”

/////*\\\

“(y/n)? (y/n) where are you? “ Rip yelled.

“She was behind me a minute ago!” Sara said. “She can’t be very far”

Rip looked all over the place, when he saw a piece of paper on the grown that said:

“You did it again, Rip Hunter.”

The scream Rip let escape was so agonic and broken that broke all the hearts of the people reading this.

Yes, even yours.

//////*\\\

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT SAVAGE “THE COLD HEARTER KILLER” HAS HER?” Len screamed at Rip, Sara and Kendra had to leave the room as the news brought an anxiety attack. Fear clutched the heart of your fellow legends.

“I won’t stay here meanwhile my little sister is in danger because YOU “captain” weren’t able of looking after her.” Leonard said.

“I won’t stay here, too. I suggest we attack him now and then we set everything on fire with him in there”

“If he as much as touches her-“Carter said.

“I’m going to kill him. But this time, permanently” Kendra entered the room, Sara not far behind and both with their suits on.

“It’s better if you stay here, Captain. As it seems you really only care for you mission” Len said being as hurtful as he could. Everyone followed Kendra and Len toward the exit, mind set on killing Vandal Savage.

Letting their captain alone, blaming himself.

He had lost his son once, and now

He lost you.

His dear daughter.

(Even though he didn’t tell you he felt that way)

HE REFUSED TO LET SAVAGE KILL HIS DAUGHTER, WE REFUSED TO LOSE YOU!

NONONONONO

SAVAGE WAS GOING DOWN.

/////*\\

You waked up, being tied up in a chair in a dark room. Your mouth was gagged.

Where the hell were you?!

And who tHE F*CK HAD THE BALLS TO FREAKING KIDNAP YOU.???!!!!

Ohhhhohoh when you get your hands on that asshole….

“Sleep well, princess?”

Sh*t

“Oh, it’s true. You can’t talk.”

You glared at him, your insults muffled by the gag.

“And when you aren’t of use for me, you won’t be able to breath.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened in fear, hot tears contrasting with the cold feeling traveled all over your body.

Please,

Please, Len, Mick, Sara, Kendra, Carter, Jax, Martin, Ray, Rip, anyone!

SAVE ME!

///////*\\\\

The team was hidden in the bushes outside the building were he got you held.

“Let’s get inside! Right now!” Said Jax, getting up from his position.

“NO,” Said Len. “We have to have a plan.”

Mick grabbed Jax by his shirt and pulled him to the ground again.

“Snart is right, we need a plan. We can’t fail.” Sara said.

“This is what we are going to do…”

////*\\

Vandal was sitting in front of you, amused.

Your glaring was so …

Cute

“I got to say, I see what Hunter sees in you. You and his son have the same defiance in your eyes. I tried to save the kid, you know. I gave him the option but he chose to spit me in my face. That was the last thing he did.” His smirk widened.

A loud noise halted Savage on his next words. Your eyes beamed with hopefulness.

“mgh teanmgh iz goingf tu krul yu.” You said Snartilly.

“What did you said?!” Said the man, removing your gag.

“My team is going to kill you” You smirked like a Snart.

Like brother like sister, eh (y/n)??

Savage angrily shoved the gag in your mouth and leaved you there, he grabbed his gun and went in search for your team.

////////*\\\\

Meanwhile Rip had his own plan. His team mates were going to be the bait and he was going to enter by a secret back door.

And if there is no secret back door

He will make that secret back door with his bare hands.

Nobody steals his baby from him twice.

/////*\\\

PEW

“WHO ARE YOU TO STAND AGAINST ME, VANDAL SAVAGE, DESTROYER OF EMPIRES?!?!?!”

“LEONARD SNART, ROBBER OF ATMs.!!·

PEW

The team separated in two different teams, Len, Mick, Ray and Kendra, Carter, Sara, Martin and Jax.

Kendra and Carter went the first with Sara and Firestorm close behind. They separated from Len’s team so they would be able to find you sooner.

They turned a corner when Kendra made them stop.

“What’s wrong, Ken-“Sara started until she was shushed by Kendra.

“Somebody is following us.”

“What the h-“ Firestorm turned toward the noise.

“GET DOWN!” Sara screamed

/////*\\\

You heard the guns and the scrams of rage of your teammates and tried to get free of your bounds. Your scrams were muffled by your gag.

Suddenly a faint voiced greeted your ears.

“…(y/n)?”

“Ripuh” Your eyes beamed at him. “Ripu halp mu.”

“Shush now, darling. We don’t want attention draw toward us.” Rip smiled at you. He untied you and removed the gag. You bolted out of the chair and hugged Rip tight, he smiled in the embrace and hugged you back. His face hided in your hair, smelling your sweet perfume. A few tears picked at his eyes. Your eyes flooded with tears as you sobbed in Rip’s neck meanwhile Rip hand softly caressed your hair.

“Shush, darling. You’re safe, now. We’re going home.”

////*\\

In your way out you found Kendra, Sara, Carter and Firestorm who upon seeing you ran towards you and tackled you like football players. Crying their eyes out as they hugged you tightly.

So tightly, that your face turned blue.

“Guys you’re choking her!” Rip said and the other stopped and separated from you and you could breathe again.

“You had us worried sick! Don’t you dare do that again!” Firestorm said.

“ Wow, Jax, Dr Martin, you were right, you look awesome as Firestorm!”

That made them soften their glaring at you.

Your charm still worked.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Hehehehehehe

/////*\\\

“We should go search for the others” Sara said.

“Yes, let’s go. (y/n) stay behind me, I will protect you.” Rip said, caressing your cheek lovingly.

The team looked at their captain with a half touched half jealous.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Said Carter.

Your team made their way, until you fond the other part of your family having a gun fight/ laser tag with Vandal Savage. Upon seeing him, a snarl made its way to Kendra’s face who tacked Savage and beating him to a pulp. Carter soon joined her in her fight.

Len and Mick tock of their glasses off and looked at you in the eye. You smiled sweetly.

“uhh Hi!” You waved.

Mick ran towards you and scoped you in his arms, hugging you hard meanwhile twirling you around.

“(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)! you’re safe! Don’t you dare get kidnaped again, comprende?”

“Alright” you hugged him back.

Len snatched you from Mick’s arms and kissed your face several times while hugging you.

“You had me so worried, (y/n). You should have stayed in Central with Lisa.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. “I’m sorry, big brother.”

All your team returned towards the ship

Having to tear Kendra and Carter from Vandal Savage’s unconscious bleeding body.

WOW! SAVAGE, BABY.

The team drowned you in hugs and kisses. When you got to the Waverider:

Jax and Martin hugged you and forced you to see Gideon in the med bay.

Sara waited for you in your room and keep you company (Aka tell you how the team acted when they saw you weren’t there) and Ray came with your weapon that he had improved.

Then in came Kendra and Carter, who kissed your forehead and brought you dinner.

After them Len and Mick came and stayed caressing your hair and telling how much you mean to them and how they love you until you fell asleep.

Lastly Rip entered and sat next to you in the bed, caressing your hair and kissing your eyelids.

“You mean so much to me, (y/n). I don’t know how, but you broke the ice in my heart. You are my baby girl”

“I love you, Darling.”

“I love you to, daddy Rip” You smiled at him sleepily. He smiled as tears leaked from his eyes.

You made a spot in the bed for Rip and he lied down next to you and you hugged him, your head leaning on his chest, falling sleep immediately. Rip smiled and kissed your head.

“Sleep well, my darling princess”

The end.

(Promps still open!)

335 notes · View notes

lavenderlattaes · 5 years ago

Text

smitten. | min yoongi

⇒ summary: Min Yoongi had been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and he loves spoiling you rotten. Yoongi loves you more than he probably loves his Audi but you’re not so sure about that, yet. Until your friends start pointing it out to the two of you.

⇒ [college! au, rich kid! au, friends to lovers! au]

⇒ pairing: min yoongi x reader

⇒ word count: 12.9k words

⇒ genre: tooth-aching fluff, I suppose and,,, would u consider this slowburn

⇒ warnings: curse words, 12k words of word vomit lmao, and it’s too sweet for diabetic peeps sksk

⇒ note: hello, tumblr. It’s been a while, lmao. This fic wasn’t supposed to be this long, it was supposed to be a drabble idk what happened. ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

You push the car door open, and your beaten-up white Converse hits the gravel as you get out of the car. You close the car door shut behind you, slinging your backpack on your shoulders as you squint up at the massive school buildings standing gloriously underneath the early summer sun. You hear the trunk open and the sound of suitcases hitting the ground snaps you from your daze. You turn around and see your best friend Yoongi unloading your suitcases.

“Oh, sorry!” You apologize, running over to him as you help him unload your suitcases. Yoongi takes his largest suitcase out last, slamming the trunk of his Audi shut, wiping the sweat trickling down his forehead with his forearm. You sigh and pull out your hanky from your pocket as you cup his cheek and wipe the sweat.

“You know that there’s things called towels and handkerchiefs, right? You should know that, you can probably buy an entire department store of it,” you tell him as you finish wiping his face and proceed to fixing his hair.

Yoongi just chuckles as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. You just smile as you finish fixing his hair. If it were some other person, Yoongi wouldn’t have let them touch his hair, but you were Y/L/N Y/N, his best friend, and he loves you a whole fucking lot.

Yoongi takes two of his suitcases in his right hand and holds your hand in his left. You take your suitcases in your left too, and he leads you to the main building where you’ll be getting your dorm keys.

“Are you nervous?” Yoongi leans toward you slightly, noticing your clammy hand as you approach the building and pass by a lot of students. Your shyness tends to resurface in the presence of a lot of people and you were thankful that your best friend was calm, collected, and cool to help you get through it all, ever since you were in high school.

Just as you reach the steps, you hear the familiar loud voices of your other three friends behind you.

“I’m telling you, Hobi, she was looking at ME! I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m obviously the ten out of the three of us here, you and Joon are eights,” the windshield wiper laugh of Kim Seokjin soon follows after his statement, and you and Yoongi turn around to see your friends, Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, and his cousin Kim Namjoon, carrying their own things. Hoseok and Seokjin were both in a very intense conversation about a girl who, according to Seokjin, had the hots for him, despite Hoseok insisting that she was only looking at him because of the amount of pink in his arms. Namjoon, who was shaking his head at his cousin and his other slightly naïve friend, spots you and Yoongi first.

“Hey, Y/N and Yoongi are already here!” He slaps the broad-shouldered guy besides him, who stops talking Hoseok’s ear off before he quickens his pace to greet the two of you. Seokjin and Hoseok follow right behind him. Yoongi lets go of your hand so he can do their handshake, and the boys give you hugs.

“I didn’t think we’d all arrive at around the same time, Seokjin was taking forever,” Hoseok brings up and the boy beside him whips his head to cry out a complaint.

“YAH! I forgot to bring RJ, he was relaxing on my bed and didn’t call out to me, I was starting to think he really didn’t want to come with,” Seokjin hoists the huge, alpaca stuffed toy up higher.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at them. “Whatever. Let’s just go inside and get our keys and room assignments.” The boys nod and Yoongi takes your hand again, leading the way inside.

You twist the doorknob, and take a peek inside the plain, white room that will ultimately be your new home for the next four years. You step inside fully, pulling your suitcase along behind you. You bring it over to the side and Yoongi follows right behind you, carrying a few of your other things.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t get a roommate, won’t you be scared of sleeping in a room alone?” Yoongi speaks up, his eyes roaming around the room. You sit down on the bed opposite the one you’ve chosen to sleep on as Yoongi closes the door behind him. Your friends were all busy unpacking and while you told Yoongi to do the same too, he insisted on accompanying you to your room, saying he “wanted to make sure my best friend felt comfy in her new room”.

You laugh. “Yoongi, I sleep alone at home, remember?” You pull your legs up, folding them underneath you. Yoongi gives you a look. “You know what I mean. College life is stressful and scary, Y/N. Are you ready to face all of that alone?” Yoongi stresses out, making you snort.

“I’m having my classes in lecture halls, Yoongi. Not my dorm room. Besides, Joon and I share most of the same classes together, so I’m not completely alone. Plus, you talk as if I won’t see you and the others everyday.” You point out, and Yoongi nods and shrugs, getting your point.

He stands up and walks over to sit beside you. You twist your body to look at him and he looks at you, sighing, as he pulls your head in close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You smile softly at his gentle action, reaching forward to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Promise me you won’t die before the end of the first semester,” Yoongi whispers and you laugh, punching his stomach lightly. “Tell that to yourself, Min.”

Yoongi starts playing some of his songs while he helps you unpack. You talk occasionally but focus on getting the work done first so you can hang out with the other boys.

Min Yoongi had been your best friend from pretty much the moment you were conceived. Your parents – both moms and dads – were college buddies. They were the literal definition of friendship goals. Yoongi was a year older than you, but ever since you were both born, your parents always made the two of you bond together. Yoongi’s older brother hung out with your older brother, but they weren’t as close as you and Yoongi. When you were born, of course Yoongi’s family came to visit you and your mom at the hospital. Yoongi was barely two years old, but the moment his eyes fell on you, he fell in love. You were adorable and Yoongi already wanted someone to protect at such a young age. Yoongi was smitten for you the moment you were born. So, when you were a few months older, your parents organized play dates for the two of you already. Most of the time, you hung out at Yoongi’s place. His house was larger than yours by about two floors, so you had more playing space.

Yoongi was absolutely smitten for you – whatever it was that you wanted, for as long as you both could remember, Yoongi would hand it to you on a silver platter. You remember when you were both around six years old - you wanted to have his stuffed toy poodle, and even though it was Yoongi’s favorite stuffed toy, he didn’t hesitate to give it to you. No matter though, because years later, Yoongi bought an actual toy poodle that he named Holly.

Growing up, you were the loud, outgoing one, while Yoongi was on the quieter side. It wasn’t until high school when you became good friends with Hoseok, Seokjin, and his cousin Namjoon that Yoongi started breaking out of his shell. Hoseok and Seokjin were especially loud and they always made Yoongi laugh. Namjoon was loud too, but because the boy had a thing for destroying things in his path, he chose to be quieter so he wouldn’t attract too much attention from being so loud and breaking everything along the way. It was also in high school when you started to get shy – you were faced with the reality that you were a teenager already and that soon enough, you’d have to face the world without Yoongi by your side. Everything was starting to overwhelm you, so you turned to writing pieces of literary work. You thought back then that you’d end up alone, but you found yourself hitting it off really well with Namjoon, comparing famous literary works, writing your own pieces, and asking for constructive criticism from one another.

Your fun, lovable group of five stayed together all of high school, and now up until college. You were all so excited and happy to get accepted into the same art university, a three hour drive away from home. You’re taking up creative writing with Namjoon, Hoseok will take up dance, Seokjin with theatre, and Yoongi with music, majoring in piano.

In the middle of a Halsey song, Yoongi breaks your line of thought (which was just you singing along to Roman Holiday, anyway).

“Hey, do you wanna go get some food with the guys? They’re downstairs.” You fix your ponytail and nod, smiling.

“Sure, I’m starving anyway.” Yoongi ruffles your head and grabs his stuff while you do the same.

“Come on, it’s my treat.” Yoongi opens your door and lets you go out first.

“It’s always your treat, Yoongi. When was it not?” Yoongi laughs at that. “True.”

“Make sure to turn them in before the end of next week, okay? I’ll be expecting a lot from you all; you seem like such a promising batch of writers,” Professor Bang says, making you and the rest of the class respond with “yes” and “okay”, just before you stand up to leave.

“Have you thought about what to write for your essay, Y/N?” Namjoon asks you as you both make your way outside the lecture hall along with the other students.

You purse your lips in thought. Professor Bang wanted to start off the semester by making you write about anything that you were comfortable with. He wanted you to show him the things that you were concerned about, the things that were close to you, and you wanted to make sure you left a lasting impression in his class. Professor Bang was someone you could see yourself remembering for a long time, even if the seasons have changed and the days have gone by. He knew how to teach, not because he was smart, but because he was inspired, because he loves what he’s doing, and he wants to share that with students like you and Namjoon. He was a jolly person, but he also wanted to push you to your limits, something you’ve noticed during the hour and a half class with him that morning.

“Hm, I don’t really know yet. Maybe something about transitioning from being a teenager to an adult, the ups and downs that come along with it, the rush of it all. How about you?” You look up at the tall guy beside you, and he pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

“I want to write something about self-love, about what it means to love yourself, despite your flaws and imperfections.” You smile; Namjoon has always been the smartest in your group, always contemplating about things. He had a habit of thinking things through properly, instead of making rash or impulsive decisions.

“Professor Bang makes me want to wear my heart on my sleeve and I don’t know why. He’s that kind of teacher that you want to impress and show all your best sides to, but at the same time, you want to show him all your worst points too, because you know he won’t hold it against you or judge you for it,” Namjoon says your thoughts out loud, making you nod in agreement.

“I really want to do well in his class, I’ve already taken a liking to him,” You reply and suddenly, an arm slings around your shoulder. The familiar smell of his cologne wafts through your nose and you smile, turning to the boy standing beside you.

“Taken a liking to who?” Yoongi asks, raising his free hand up to Namjoon as a greeting. The taller boy raises his eyebrows smiling.

“Professor Bang. He’s like, our favorite teacher now.” You explain and Yoongi lets out an ‘aah’.

“Are you up for some lunch right now? Seokjin and Hobi are at this cool diner ten minutes away from here,” Yoongi asks the two of you and Namjoon shrugs.

“Sure, why not?”

When you get to the diner, Seokjin and Hoseok are in another intense conversation again. “I’m telling you, Hobi! She was looking at my broad shoulders!” Seokjin explains dramatically, Hoseok’s eyes were wide as saucers as he sipped on his Sprite, listening to Seokjin. Seokjin leans back in his seat and says casually, “She might even be looking for ways to get my number right now.”

Walking up to them, Yoongi places a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder and says, “She was probably staring at the alpacas resting on both shoulders as if they were your devil and angel.” Yoongi pats the alpaca heads sewn on Seokjin’s shoulders. Seokjin had a weird obsession for alpacas, it was insane.

“Why is it that all of you refuse to believe someone’s actually into me? Why do you all keep on insisting that it’s because of my fashion taste? Tsh,” Seokjin complains, scooting over so you can sit next to him. He pats your head and you bump his shoulder in response. Yoongi sits beside Hobi in front of you, and Joon takes the seat at the end of the table.

You give the exasperated man beside you a side hug as he picks up a chicken wing, groaning under his breath. “That’s okay, Seokjinnie. It’s just because they’ve never seen you actually charm the pants off someone,” You try to console him as he pouts while deboning his chicken.

“Oh, don’t boost his ego any further, Y/N,” Yoongi teases, making Hobi and Joon laugh. You pout and give him a look. “I’m not! You guys just don’t appreciate his visuals, right?” You coo and turn to look at Seokjin who finishes his chicken and puts it down, nodding furiously.

“Ah, come here, Y/N!” Seokjin pulls you in, his greasy fingers reaching out for you as you lean back, laughing. He glares at you but still pulls you in, careful to not stain your baby pink blouse. “I only care about Y/N in this friendship now, she’s the only one that can understand me. Look, she’s even wearing my favorite color!” Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh starts up.

Namjoon throws his head back, Hobi slams his hands on the table, and Yoongi’s shoulders shake as they laugh at their eldest friend’s antics. “Yes, now give me some love and feed me,” You reply, opening your mouth for Seokjin to feed you. The boy stops laughing, a serious look on his face replacing his huge grin earlier.

“Look, Y/N. I know I said I care about you, but this is MY chicken,” Seokjin explains seriously. You pout at that and Yoongi, your ever-loving best friend swoops in.

“Stop asking for food from him! He only cares about RJ, come on, I’ll get you food,” Yoongi stands up and you follow suit.

“Oh come on, why do you always treat Y/N out for food? What about us?” Your friends protest and Yoongi squints his eyes at them. “This is my best friend we’re talking about here,” he says matter-of-factly. “Then what are WE? Are we just trees to you now?” Hoseok whines and Namjoon snorts at that.

“You’re my friends, duh?” Yoongi shrugs and you laugh. “Come on, Y/N. You want some milkshake too?” Yoongi turns around.

Namjoon lets out an obvious cough. “Whipped,” he mutters and Hoseok and Seokjin laugh. Yoongi turns back around. “What was that?” he asks, and the boys shake their heads at him.

“Nothing,” Namjoon says casually. Yoongi shrugs, turns back around and pulls you with him to the counter.

Yoongi: something’s up with you. Meet me in the parking lot, we’re going somewhere

You sigh when you read Yoongi’s text. You text back a simple ‘okay, be there in a bit’, before making your way to the other side of the school. Even though you knew Yoongi your whole life, it still amazes you how much he can sense when something is wrong. You haven’t texted him yet about how terrible your day went, and here he is, sending the first text. You look up and think back to the events that happened an hour prior.

It’s the week after the deadline of your essay for Professor Bang’s class and during class that day, he returned your essays, red writings scribbled onto your notebooks. On top of yours, in a slightly messy handwriting were the words, “good job, y/n, see me after class please”. You smiled gently at that but then saw the long note he wrote on Namjoon’s. You were starting to doubt your work, so when class ended, you hastily made your way to the front of the room.

Professor Bang was fixing his things and you waited for the last student to walk out, giving Namjoon a close-lipped smile to let him know he should go ahead. He nods and you turn back around to face Professor Bang.

“Y/N, please sit down, kid,” Professor Bang tells you when he looks up, and you nod, grabbing a chair in the front row and bringing it closer to Professor Bang’s table. You gulp. Professor Bang was a short man, slightly on the chubbier side and had small eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled. He was absolutely adorable, but right now, you were starting to doubt that.

“Why did you call me over, Professor?” You ask timidly. Professor Bang scrunches his face up, removing his glasses as he sits comfortably. “It’s about your essay, Y/N.” He answers and you sit up straighter. “Um, what about it, Sir?”

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave you this assignment?” Professor Bang asks and you pause for a bit.

“You, uh, told us to write about anything we were comfortable with; things that we were concerned about, things that were close to us,” You answer.

He nods. “But you know what else I said? I told you to write without restrictions, to write without thinking much about it,” he tells you and you frown lightly.

“I don’t think I quite understand what you mean, sir.” Professor Bang gives you a gentle smile.

“You wrote about something you were concerned about, correct? The transition of being a teenager to an adult,” he begins, and you nod. “You gave a wonderful essay, actually. But it had no soul, Y/N.” He says, leaving you confused. “When I read your essay you know what I thought? ‘This kid is smart, she’s talented, but she’s also trying too hard,” he explains and your heart drops.

Well. That hurt.

“In my class, Y/N, I want you to write for yourself, not for your grades. I want you to write because you want to, not because you want good grades, or because you want me to notice you. Believe me, I notice all of you. I know who you are when I read your essay. I know the kind of person you are, or you want to become. There are things you were keeping from me in your essay. There were also things you shouldn’t have included in your essay. You were keeping your true self from me. I want you to work on that, okay? Stop thinking about things that could happen in the future and start thinking about the things that could happen now. Focus on the now, rather than the later.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Yoongi’s voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look up, realizing you’ve mindlessly made it to the parking lot, and in front of his car, no less. You sigh and just look at him. Yoongi steps closer to you, extending his arm out to you. He’s wearing all black today, but the rainbow bracelet you made for him during an arts and craft class in the summer when you were only ten rests comfortably on his wrist.

“Come on, just you and me, yeah?” Yoongi asks you gently, and you nod, reaching forward to take his hand in yours. When you look up at him, you see other students from your peripheral vision stopping to look. Yoongi notices and squeezes your hand to get your attention. You look back at him and nod again. “Okay.”

Yoongi leads you over to your side of the car and he opens the door for you. You get in and he closes it behind you, casually walking around to his side. You see him wave to a few girls who soon giggle after the interaction and snort. Yoongi opens the door and gets in. He puts his key in the ignition and starts up the car.

“Who were those girls?” You ask, and Yoongi hums. “Some girls in my class, according to Seokjin they have the hots for me, but I don’t really know what that means.” You laugh as Yoongi pulls out of his parking space and you twist in your seat, folding your legs underneath you.

“Hey, watch it. I don’t want my seat getting dirt on it,” he calls you out, his eyes never leaving the road. You pout at him and drop your legs, a grin spreading across Yoongi’s face.

“Just kidding. You can pull your feet up. I’ll just have it cleaned if ever, anyway.” You roll your eyes at your best friend.

“Wow, Min Yoongi sure loves flexing his limitless credit card in front of me, his very much broke and short on cash best friend, Y/L/N Y/N.” You proclaim sarcastically, and Yoongi laughs at you, casting you a side glance.

“Hmm, I think it’s more like, Min Yoongi loves flexing his limitless credit card in front of you, his very much broke and short on cash best friend Y/L/N Y/N because he loves you and would spend all of it on you anyway.” Yoongi tips his head at you and you shrug, nodding.

“True.”

Thirty minutes later, Yoongi stops at a cliff overlooking the entire town. The sun was just beginning to set, so you can just about imagine the beautiful scene painted in front of you.

You slowly make your way to the edge of the cliff and lean against the metal railings. You stare into the horizon, the wind blowing in your face. You soon close your eyes, your worries melting away as you just take it all in. You feel Yoongi’s presence beside you when his cologne wafts through your nose like usual. You hum softly.

“Why did you bring me here?” You ask him quietly, your eyes still closed.

Yoongi lets out a puff of air and shrugs. “I found this place last week when I didn’t have inspiration for a composition. It helps me clear my mind, you know. Being here. You were going through something, and I just kind of wanted to help ease your worries, I guess.” He explains softly.

You open your eyes and turn to look at him.

To someone who hasn’t known Yoongi their whole life, he was the dark and always angry sort of guy, because he always gave off a dark vibe, wearing fine, expensive clothing that was most of the time black. He stood out among his friends because Hoseok was loud, bright, and giggly; Namjoon was silent, smart, and reserved; and Seokjin…well, he was loud, funny, and attractive. Yoongi was far too different to be part of their circle if you gave them a once over and left it at that alone. But you knew him your whole life. Yes, he did give off that vibe no matter what he did, yes, he stood out among his friends like a sore thumb, but nobody knew how soft and tender he was when it came to you. His friends feared him at times too; when he was in a particularly bad mood (although it was a rare), but never in life were you ever scared of him.

Yoongi always made you feel safe.

And when you look at him now, it didn’t matter that he was wearing all black and probably looked like the typical rich kid bad boy in all those cliché teen novellas. It didn’t matter that he would probably punch someone in the face if they dared touch his Audi. Because when you look at Min Yoongi now, you only saw your best friend since diapers, you only saw the guy who promised to care for and protect you no matter what.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I really needed it,” you whisper, and he smiles at you, something other people don’t see often, but something you saw on the daily. He pulls you in for a hug and you rest your head comfortably on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulders.

“Whatever it was that bothered you, you’ll get through it. I know you can. You don’t have to tell me now if you don’t want to. Whenever you’re ready, I’m all ears.” Yoongi tells you and nod. He squeezes you gently and kisses the crown of your head.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

“Anything for my Y/N.”

“Hey, guys, where’s Yoongi?” You greet Hoseok and Seokjin, as you and Namjoon sit down beside them at a table in the café your group has been frequenting at lately.

Seokjin stops eating his second serving of the banana muffin to look at you, a disappointed look on his face.

“Yah, Y/N. Are you going to ask about Yoongi first before the people that actually invited you over?” Seokjin dramatically complains and you roll your eyes at your overly dramatic friend. You move to sit beside Hoseok instead and Namjoon sits beside the drama queen.

Just to spite him, you use Hoseok’s fork and stab a piece of his banana muffin, shoving it quickly in your mouth. You smirk when Seokjin gasps dramatically and faints, resting on Namjoon dramatically. No wonder he’s a theatre major. The younger boy rolls his eyes at his cousin but lets him stay there.

“He’s in one of the studios, he’s busy composing,” Hoseok answers your question. You give him a hug and he giggles at your action. “Thanks Hobi, you’re definitely not like that dramatic hoe across from me.”

Upon hearing you call him a dramatic hoe, Seokjin sits up straight. Just as he’s about to cry out another complaint, three girls walk up to your table, stopping Seokjin.

“Hi, Seokjin,” the girl in the middle greets, a sweet smile on her face. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing. Seokjin flashes her a charming smile, which you must admit, does look great on him.

“Hey, Sana,” he greets coolly. Namjoon and Hoseok just watch, and Seokjin revels in the fact that his friends can finally see him charm a girl.

“So there’s this new movie coming out after finals next week, um, do you maybe wanna watch it together sometime?” She asks as her friends giggle.

Seokjin casts his friends side glance, smirking. Hoseok scratches the back of his head, that look on his face, and Namjoon just looks back and forth between Seokjin and the girl.

You can only purse your lips, resisting the urge to laugh.

Seokjin shrugs. “Sure,” Sana bites her lip and smiles.

“And Namjoon and Hoseok can come along too!” Her other two friends nod eagerly, and yours, Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s jaws drop.

“Yeah, they’re coming along too,” Seokjin answers for them and all three of you snap your heads to look at him. What the fuck is he doing? Hoseok slaps a hand to his forehead and Namjoon can only hide his face in his hands.

The girls don’t seem to notice their discomfort about the arrangement because they even ask about Yoongi. “Is he coming along too? My other friend really likes him,” Sana says and just as you’re about to say something, Hoseok jumps in.

“Um, I don’t think Yoongi hyung would appreciate that, he’s already dating someone.”

You, Seokjin, and Namjoon all whip your heads to look at Hoseok.

“Really? But I’ve never seen him out with someone,” Sana’s friend, asks and Hoseok gulps, nodding.

“He’s very private about their relationship, you see,” he chuckles nervously.

The girls pout. “Well, that’s too bad. Anyway, I’ll text you?” Sana turns back to Seokjin who nods. She smiles at him and they say goodbye before walking away.

Once they’re out of earshot, you turn to each other and both Hoseok and Namjoon turn to Seokjin.

“What the hell man?!”

Seokjin raises his hands up in surrender. “In my defense, I scored you guys dates. They’ve been head over heels for you since like, midterms, have you never seen them look at you before?” Seokjin asks and the two groan.

“Of course we have! But we don’t know them!” Namjoon stresses. “Then this is the perfect time to get to know them!” Seokjin rebuts.

“They’re not our type, hyung. Do you even know who likes who?” Hoseok cries out. Seokjin pauses, then looks up in thought. “Well, no… but—” Hoseok cuts him off.

“See! Why would you go out on a date if you’re not sure whether they like you or your friend?” Hoseok asks him. Seokjin snorts.

“Yah! At least I didn’t tell them Yoongi was seeing someone when he clearly wasn’t!” At that, you look up from your phone, having given up on joining their conversation earlier.

What a great way to change the topic.

Hoseok sits back and sighs, closing his eyes, knowing he fucked up too. He rubs his temples, clearly exhausted.

“Yeah, what was that about, Hobi?” Namjoon joins in. You can only sit properly in your seat and turn to look at the boy beside you. Hoseok opens his eyes and decides, ‘ah, fuck it’, as he crosses his hands in front of him.

“Yoongi’s not seeing anyone, sure, but he soon will.”

The three of you furrow your eyebrows, not quite sure what Jung Hoseok meant.

Noticing the confused looks on your faces, he sips his peppermint latte and looks at you. You raise an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head.

“I think it’s obvious enough that he’s smitten for you.” You snort at his statement and turn to look at Namjoon and Seokjin, who both catch on and soon have the same expressions on their faces, one that makes it look like they know something you don’t.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, confused. Namjoon sighs and you turn to look at him. “Yoongi likes you, Y/N. He may not know it right now, but he will.” You laugh nervously and shake your head. “No, he doesn’t. He’s always been like that with me, guys.”

Seokjin shakes his head. “It’s always been you. It’s always been different whenever you were involved. Yoongi’s different when you’re around.”

“But, how?” You ask, still clearly confused. You honestly didn’t know what they were talking about. Nothing made sense to you; what did they mean by Yoongi being different when you were around? Yoongi’s still Yoongi.

“What’s so wrong with Yoongi liking you, Y/N?” Hoseok asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shake your head and shrug. “Nothing, I just don’t quite understand. How can Yoongi be different around me?” Seokjin sighs and fixes his hair.

“You’re both so dense, I don’t know why I’m friends with you,” he complains. “You’ll realize it eventually. I won’t spoon feed you both on this. It’s time for you to figure that part out for yourselves.” Seokjin finishes his muffin.

“Okay, I better get going, I have to meet up with some of my classmates, we’re revising for the finals next week,” Seokjin stands up and pats your head as he grabs his stuff. You all say goodbye to him and he heads out.

The three of you stay for a little bit longer before you decide to head out. The sun was already beginning to set. You say goodbye to Hoseok and Namjoon; Hoseok had to stop by the dance studio and Namjoon was heading for the library.

Finals week is next week but you were in no mood to study and review for it just yet. The events from earlier kept clouding your thoughts and you didn’t know what to think of it all. So, instead of heading for the library, you make your way to the field where you see other students sitting together in groups, talking, studying, and hanging out amongst themselves.

You make your way under a huge tree and sit down, placing your books and backpack beside you as you lean on the tree trunk. Folding your legs, you wrap your arms around your shins, resting your head on the space between your knees.

You allow your mind to drift off and think of Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok’s words from earlier. Of course Yoongi likes you, you’re his best friend. But Yoongi liking you in a different sense? You weren’t so sure about that. Sure, he’s affectionate and overprotective with you, but that’s probably because he sees you like a little sister.

But then again, you do notice that Yoongi really is different with how he treats you, ever since you were little.

“Y/N! Come sit beside me, I wanna show you something,” an adorable, 5-year old Min Yoongi with a few missing teeth beckons you to come sit beside him on the piano chair, his small legs dangling underneath him. You make your way over to him, your fingers still slightly sticky from the lollipop you just ate. You clamber up the piano chair, courtesy of the small stool placed next to it.

Yoongi grins at you and you merely look at him, before your eyes drift over to the white music sheets laid out in front of him. Your best friend was a prodigy and you knew that. The slightly shaky handwriting of his musical notes on the sheets were enough evidence for you to know that he composed it himself.

“What’s that, Yoongi?” you finally say, pressing a sticky pointer finger to the white sheet music. Yoongi gently takes your hand off the paper and places it back onto your lap as he looks at you with a bright smile on your face.

“I made this song for you, Y/N! I want you to listen to it carefully, okay?” Yoongi tells you and you grin excitedly.

Yoongi turns to face his piano properly and ever so delicately, he places his fingers on the black and white keys, his fingers dancing over them so effortlessly. It didn’t matter that his hands were still a bit too short for the huge piano, he still hit each and every note with precision. A beautiful melody fills the room and your eyes brighten up at the sound of it.

When Yoongi finishes, you tackle him in a hug, not caring about your sticky face or fingers at all.

“That was pretty, Yoongi!” he giggles at your reaction and hugs you back with the same enthusiasm.

You smile fondly at the memory, that was the very first song Yoongi ever composed, and he was only five. He made it for you and even named it after you. Up to this day, that was your favorite composition of Yoongi’s.

The wind picks up and your hair blows not so gracefully in your face. You sputter after your hair gets stuck in your mouth and a melodious laughter comes from behind you. You turn around and sure enough, your best friend is standing there, a bright gummy smile on his face. His shoulders are shaking slightly as he laughs at your expression and walks closer to you.

You scoot over and make some space for him. Yoongi flops down beside you, letting out a relaxed sigh after doing so. He gives you a side hug, patting the top of your head and you line your head on his shoulder.

“How did composing go?” you bring up and he clicks his tongue. “It went great, I think I’m ready for finals next week. How about you?” Yoongi gives you his full attention.

You shrug and he nudges you to continue.

“I’m having a hard time in Professor Bang’s class. I’m finding it hard to write anything without it coming off as trying too hard or with no effort at all. He wants me to write about me but I don’t quite get it. It’s been on my mind ever since you brought me to that cliff a few weeks ago. I’m never proud with the things I write and although Professor Bang doesn’t say much anymore, I can still feel that he’s still not contented with my work. He’s still looking for something,” you sigh and Yoongi squeezes your shoulder gently.

“You wanna know my secret?” Yoongi begins and you snort.

“What are we, five?” Yoongi laughs. “You need to wear your heart on your sleeve. You need to let your guard down, Y/N. That’s how I compose such great songs. Being an artist kind of means like presenting yourself naked to your audience.”

You give him a look.

“What I’m trying to say is, you shouldn’t hide who you are from your audience. You also shouldn’t try too hard to please or satisfy them. Go for what makes you happy. Go for what makes you sad, or angry, or frustrated, or confused. Don’t go for what makes them happy, sad, angry, frustrated, or confused. Your audience’s feelings will just follow through, you have to make them feel what you feel.”

You look at him in amazement, your lips parting slightly. Yoongi gives you a confused look. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“Now I know why you’re my best friend.” You proclaim and he grins at you.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You better, Min.”

Later that night, you pull out the worn journal that Yoongi gave you for your thirteenth birthday, something he bought on a trip with his family in Greece. You treasured it so much, because most of your favorite writings were in there and it’s been a witness to your best and worst moments. Your fingers trace the worn out pages, a smile growing on your face as you skim through your writings.

You didn’t stick to one kind of literary work; you wrote whatever came to your mind. There were scribbles and doodles, and you even found some pages stained with tears, ink, and… chocolate?

Damn, you were quite the messy kid, weren’t you?

You reach a blank page and pull out a random pen - which turned out to have pink ink, from your pouch.

You pull the cap out and stick it in the other end, your hand hovering over the page, hesitating. You remember Professor Bang’s words and Yoongi’s advice from earlier.

Slowly, you put your pen down and your fingers start writing the first few lines to a new piece.

Maybe it was the way he constantly made me smile,

Maybe it was how he’d always go the extra mile,

“It’s different when you’re involved,” they said,

You started filling up every corner and every crevice of my head.

Was this how it was supposed to be,

Should it have been you and me?

Well, you always left me lost in a trance,

So maybe we should give this love a chance.

You stop writing and your eyes scan what you wrote. Your lips part open slightly at the realization of what you just wrote. Were you writing about Yoongi? Was this what the boys were talking about?

You’re not quite sure about it, but you might just already be in love with Min Yoongi.

Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, and young little Y/N was already bored to death. You and Yoongi were supposed to be in the middle of a game of snakes and ladders, but the young boy had left the playroom to get something from his room. He hasn’t returned for only five minutes, yet you thought it felt like an entire lifetime.

Getting up from your spot on the floor, you make your way over to Yoongi’s grand piano sat in the corner of the large room. You eye pieces of paper lying on the floor, musical notes scribbled on it.

Young, 3-year old you knew nothing about music, but the way the notes were scribbled on the paper left you intrigued. You crouched down, picked one up from the pile and brought it back with you to your previous spot, where your crayons were sprawled all over the floor messily.

You flop down with a huff and lies flat on your stomach, the sheet music in front of you . You pick up your chubby red crayon and bring it over the paper, pressing lightly as you start doodling all over Yoongi’s composition.

In the middle of your artwork, Yoongi walks in the room with a pink box and he gasps when he sees his best friend scribble over the composition he just finished yesterday.

“Y/N, no!” He drops the box and runs over to you as fast as his little feet can carry him.

At the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you stop doodling and turn around, sitting up when you see Yoongi running over to you. Yoongi quickly grabs the sheet, his eyes frantically looking over the sheet music that was now covered with red doodles.

Yoongi’s eyes begin to water and although you didn’t quite understand it all, you knew that your best friend was upset. His bottom lip begins to tremble, and soon, tears flow from his eyes and he lets out a cry as he looks at his destroyed composition.

The sound of footsteps soon come closer and you turn around, seeing your mom and Yoongi’s mom walk in the room with confused looks on their faces. They spot the children sat on the floor and their eyes take in the scene in front of them - Yoongi was clutching a piece of paper in his hands, crying, and you were looking up at them, a confused look on your face mirroring theirs.

“What happened here?” Your mom asks as they both bend down to you and Yoongi.

Yoongi turns to look at his mom as he cries. “Y/N scribbled all over my sheet music.” He crawls over to his mom and hugs her, hiding his face in her chest as he continues to cry.

Both his mom and your mom turn to look at you, and it’s then that you realize it’s your fault. Tears fill your eyes as well and you stand up to hug your mom too.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you cry, hiding from Yoongi and his mom, ashamed of what you’d done.

At the sound of your crying, Yoongi stops crying and turns to look at you. He steps away from his mom and waddles over to you, his small hands reaching out to grab your arm.

“No, no, don’t cry, too.” He sniffles and he pulls you to face him.

Reluctantly, you turn to face him and you try to stop crying as Yoongi squishes your face in his hands.

“It’s okay, I can do it again,” he tells you and you shake your head no.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi! It won’t happen again,” You cry and Yoongi can only nod. He pulls you with him, and he leads the both of you over to the grand piano. Yoongi gives you a side hug and he places his fingers on the black and white keys. Yoongi begins to play your favorite song, the very first one he wrote for you, snot and tears and all that.

You sniffle and calm down when you hear the familiar comforting melody. You wipe your snot away and rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Your moms watch the scene in front of them, knowing smiles on their faces.

“If our kids don’t end up together, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Your mom whispers to Yoongi’s mom as they leave the room.

Yoongi’s mom snorts. “Don’t worry, because by the looks of it, my son’s smitten as hell and he’s only five.”

Your mom laughs at that. “True.”

“Woah, are you okay, bubs?” Yoongi asks worriedly when he steps inside your dorm room and takes in the sight before him.

Books and notebooks are open sprawled around your bed and on the floor, your pens and highlighters open and probably all dried up, your hair was tied up in a messy bun that probably hadn’t been brushed properly since this morning, and your laptop open in front of you while you sit on your computer chair, your left leg folded underneath you and your right leg stretched out all the way to your bed. Your laptop was playing Day6’s Congratulations, and you were furiously typing away, cramming through your essays that were also due during finals week.

Your glasses fall down the bridge of your nose and you sigh, taking them off before you turn around to greet your best friend.

“Hey, Yoons, what’s up?” You smile tiredly at him, reaching over your bed to push away your books and notebooks to make room for your best friend to sit down on.

You chuckle as he sits down, scratching your hair. “Sorry about the mess, I didn’t have the time to fix it earlier.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. But you should really take a break, don’t overwork yourself,” Yoongi smiles and ruffles your hair, making you laugh. You spot the gray flask in his left hand and your eyes widen.

“Is that soju?” You gasp and Yoongi nods. You lean forward and snatch the flask from him, twisting the cap open. You pour some of the alcoholic drink onto the cap and down it all in one go, the strong taste burning down your throat. You think that maybe Yoongi meant to bring this for you and not for him, because it’s your favorite flavor, classic. Yoongi could never tolerate the classic flavor of soju and he always opted for the fresh one.

Yoongi simply watches you take shot after shot of the alcoholic drink and smiles, knowing you’ll get a hangover the next day. Nevermind though, because he’ll take care of you anyway, and your first exam isn’t until 2:00 pm tomorrow.

Once you’ve finished the entire bottle, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, grinning drunkenly at your best friend. He smirks at the sight of you and stands up to save your work. He closes your laptop and crouches down to look at you.

“You’re such an alcoholic, Y/L/N Y/N.” Yoongi comments and you can only giggle.

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You pat his cheek, and knock out dead on your desk, snoring away as your head rests on your laptop. Y/L/N Y/N is out like a light at 5:22 pm.

Yoongi’s gummy smile makes its appearance as you sleep soundly, without a care in the world. He turns around and stares at the mess cluttering around your room. Yoongi bends down and starts cleaning; he picks up your pens and highlighters and puts the caps back on, although he doubts that they’d still work (maybe you bought those kind that would last for up to 48 hours uncapped but he wasn’t so sure, knowing you), and he closes your books, making sure to stick in bookmarks in case those pages were important. He stacks your stuff on the extra table beside your desk and fixes your bed for you to sleep in.

Yoongi turns around and he laughs softly at the sight of your drool running down the side of your arm. Yoongi crouches down and he brushes the hair away from your face. Upon taking a closer look at you, he can see how much you’ve stressed yourself out this week.

The dark circles under your eyes, the messy hair, and the way you snored were enough to tell Yoongi that you were dead tired. Even your drool told Yoongi that you were exhausted, because you only ever drooled in your sleep when you were worn out.

Yoongi carefully helps you out of your chair and onto your bed, where he tucks you in snugly. He turns the lights off and leaves only your night light on. Yoongi sits down beside you and simply admires the way you sleep (it’s not as creepy as you think it is!).

Yoongi watches the way your chest heaves up and down as your breathe slowly, soft snores leaving your lips. He watches the way a small smile is etched onto your lips, making you look so sweet and so innocent, like you didn’t just down an entire flask of soju in one go. He watches the way you shift to a more comfortable position, pushing your face further into your pillow.

And as Yoongi watches you sleep so peacefully, he realizes that he can get used to this - get used to watching you fall asleep, and maybe, just maybe, fall asleep with you. Yoongi thinks that if seeing you fall asleep makes him want to fall asleep with you, then maybe the idea of waking up with you isn’t so bad, either.

A soft mumble leaves your lips and you start to babble nonsense, things like “after the falling action is the denouement, and yay, the end”, and Yoongi smiles.

Without realizing it, Yoongi leans forward, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.”

His heart flutters at his own action, and Yoongi smiles when he realizes it.

“I love my best friend. I love Y/N. I love you,” Yoongi whispers to himself, his eyes never leaving your sleeping form.

You are never drinking before an exam ever again.

Your head is throbbing and you can’t move because every small action makes your head feel like it’s about to break. You can totally place the blame on your best friend because he didn’t stop you from downing the entire flask, but at the same time, it’s all your fault for even drinking in the first place when you knew you had an exam the following day.

You close your eyes and shield it with your arm as the 7:00 am sunlight streams in through the bedroom windows. Your stomach is grumbling and you realize that you didn’t even eat dinner last night because you fell asleep at 5:00 pm after drinking.

You badly want to get up and go find something to eat in your stash but like we’ve already established earlier, you can’t. So you endure your hunger until the hangover goes away. If it goes away.

The door opens and your savior walks through the door.

Thank God for Min Yoongi.

“Oh, you’re awake already. I brought you some aspirin and hangover food,” he greets you, closing the door shut behind him gently. Yoongi places his stuff on your chair as he makes his way over to you, helping you sit up. You’re groaning and clutching onto your best friend’s shoulders because you can’t bring yourself to sit up properly.

Yoongi’s arms wound around your waist and - oh, come on, why now - butterflies erupt in your stomach, along with the acid and the hunger (okay that’s kinda gross). You scoot over to the wall and Yoongi places a pillow behind you to separate your back from the cold, hard wall.

Boyfriend material, anybody?

Yoongi opens the bottled water he bought and places a tablet of aspirin on your weakly opened palm. You take the medicine and finish the entire bottle of water, refreshing yourself completely.

Your head feels a bit better now and the pain is now tolerable. “Ugh, don’t make me drink before an exam again,” you groan and lean forward, clutching onto your stomach as you rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi chuckles and although your head’s aching at his action, you like hearing his laugh. He strokes your hair gently and you scoot closer to him, practically clinging onto him.

“You wanna eat?” Yoongi asks you and you nod from your place in the crook of his neck. Yoongi reaches over to get your food. He starts feeding you saltine crackers and fruits and coconut milk and you think it’s weird but according to him it’s good for a hangover.

While you take small bites from the banana, Yoongi focuses all his attention on you. The sun shines on you in just the right spot; it hits your eyes perfectly that the natural color pops out prettily. Your cheeks are puffed out slightly and you chew on your banana in complete concentration.

You soon feel his gaze on you and your heart speeds up upon realizing it. Your senses are unbelievably heightened while you’re hungover, apparently. You swallow your last piece of the banana carefully before looking up at Yoongi.

When you do, a smile is on his lips and he looks at you with this strange look on his face; you’re not sure what it is, exactly. You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“What?”

Yoongi shakes his head and he cups your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb gently along your cheek. His action causes more butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and at this point, you’re not sure if you want to vomit or eat some more.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yoongi whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

You really can’t understand your best friend right now and you also don’t want to get your hopes up, so you laugh it off.

“I know I am, especially when I’m hungover,” you joke and you think Yoongi’s smile falters a bit, but he quickly covers it up with a grin.

He clears his throat, and stands up. You follow his actions, and he pats your shoulder gently.

“Get a few more hours of rest, you’ll feel better just before your exam, okay?” Yoongi tells you and you pout, making him want to just ditch his 8:30 exam to stay with you a little longer.

“Won’t you stay with me?” You tug on the hem of his yellow hoodie (wow, a change if wardrobe for finals week?), and he shakes his head ‘no’.

“Unfortunately, not everyone has exams that start at 2:00 pm. I’ve got my first one at 8:30 and it’s already 7:45. The building’s three blocks away from here, too.” Yoongi explains and you nod in understanding.

“That’s fine, good luck on your exam,” you reply, and Yoongi leans down to give you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Get some rest, love.” Yoongi whispers, making your heart speed up at the endearment.

“I will.” You assure him and he cups your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks gently with the pads of his thumbs.

“I’ll call you, okay?” Yoongi asks and you smile, nodding.

He stands back up to his full height and makes his way to the door. He gives you one last smile before twisting the doorknob and stepping out.

The door closes and you wait for a few more beats before you sigh.

Yes, you were definitely in love with your best friend and it wasn’t the heightened senses that came with the hangover.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” Hoseok claps his hands together excitedly, earning an eye roll from Seokjin and a smile from Namjoon. Yoongi can only stare at his friends in confusion.

“What do you mean, ‘I knew it’?” Yoongi asks and the three boys look at each other, sighing simultaneously.

“Hyung, everyone can see how much you’re in love with her, except the both of you. Have you never read those cliché best friends to lovers trope on Tumblr?” Hoseok asks and Yoongi merely shrugs.

“I don’t have time for that shit,” Yoongi deadpans.

“But you have time for Y/N,” Seokjin points out.

“Because he’s whipped, you guys,” Namjoon adds in.

“Whatever,” Yoongi dismisses his friends comments. “All I know is that I love her. I really, really, do.” Yoongi confesses.

“Then tell her!” His friends say in unison.

“I will! I’m just,” Yoongi pauses and they look at him expectantly.

He looks at them before continuing, “I’m just trying to find the right time to confess, I think she feels the same way.”

Seokjin flips his bangs and sighs. “Not think, but know. It’s obvious how much you both love each other, Yoongi. Literally anyone with two eyes and common sense can see that.”

“Except maybe for those girls the other week,” Namjoon coughs into his shoulder and Hoseok bursts out in laughter, holding his hand up for a high five which Namjoon gladly reciprocates.

“Yah, don’t be mean, I think they’re really nice,” Seokjin defends them and Yoongi shakes his head at them.

Namjoon and Hoseok turn their attention to Yoongi and forget about the handsome elder.

“So, do you need our help with confessing?” Namjoon asks.

Yoongi looks up in thought. “I haven’t really thought that far yet, all I know is that I want it to be something she’ll never forget.”

“You can maybe write her a song?” Hoseok suggests.

“I write her songs all the time,” Yoongi points out.

“Maybe you can take her out somewhere and prepare this really extravagant surprise,” Namjoon tries.

Yoongi shakes his head. “Y/N’s not into that, remember? I need this to be perfect,” he stresses.

Yes, Min Yoongi was hands down whipped for you because instead of worrying about his next exam set to happen in thirty minutes, he’s busy worrying about how he’s going to confess to you.

His friends sigh.

“Hyung, I think you should take a break. Go prepare for your exams, yeah?” Namjoon suggests and Yoongi gives in.

“You’re right, I have one in thirty minutes.”

Hoseok smiles and stands up. “I’ve gotta go, mine’s in fifteen minutes.”

“And you’re that chill?” Namjoon looks amazed. Hoseok grins.

“The perks of being a dance major, baby,” Hoseok shrugs casually before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and making his way out of the café.

Seokjin lets out a relaxed sigh. “I’m all done for the day, so I’m going to go eat something somewhere and think of how you can confess to Y/N.” Yoongi gives his hyung an appreciative smile.

“Thanks, hyung, but don’t you have exams to prepare for?” Seokjin snorts.

“I studied all of last week, I think I’m all done. One more and I might actually go crazy.” Yoongi and Namjoon laugh at that.

Yoongi makes his move to stand up. “I’ll see you guys later, good luck.” He pats the guys on the back before he leaves.

On the short walk to his building, Yoongi pulls his phone out and presses on speed dial 1, of course, the one and only Y/L/N Y/N.

Y/N picks up after three rings.

“Hey, why’d you call?” Y/N’s sweet voice rings through the phone and a smile automatically makes its way to Yoongi’s face.

“Hey, how are you feeling, bubs?” Yoongi inquires.

“All better, thanks to you! Although I’m kind of starving, I have an hour and a half before my first test,” Y/N chirps.

“Joon and Jin hyung are at the café, maybe you can go grab something to eat with them, I have an exam in twenty minutes,” Yoongi informs her.

“Okay! Good luck on that, you’ll do great,” Y/N tells him sweetly.

“Aaah, I know I will. You’re my lucky charm,” Yoongi smirks and he can just see Y/N’s blushing cheeks from the way she started to stutter.

“Uh...ha ha, okay, uh, gotta go, Yoons! Bye!” She immediately hangs up and Yoongi chuckles when he hears the line drop dead.

Yoongi shakes his head and slides his phone back into his pocket as he walks inside the music building.

The smile never leaves his face, even as he starts to answer his test all the way until he finishes it. The people he shared that class with started to worry for his mental health, because Yoongi never smiled this much, never smile this genuine. Well, he did smile occasionally, but there was something different with the way Yoongi carried himself that day that left his classmates slightly concerned for him.

“Hey, Yoongi. You alright, man?” Kyungsoo, a friend he talks to occasionally in his class asks.

Yoongi nods, a smile on his lips. “Yeah, why?”

Kyungsoo looks at him weirdly. He laughs it off. “Nothing. Just, if you need someone to talk to, I’m all ears,” Kyungsoo pats him on the back.

It’s Yoongi’s turn to look at him weirdly. “Huh, okay, Soo. Thanks.” Kyungsoo nods and leaves the room, just as a beep comes from his phone.

It wasn’t just any beep, it was your ringtone. Yoongi had set specific ringtones for your texts and calls, so he’d know if he has to answer the call right away or not.

Yes, Min Yoongi was both smitten and biased when it came to you.

lovely best bub [3:07 pm] : hello there

lovely best bub [3:07 pm] : are your exams done? im kinda hungry

Just seeing your contact name — which you set, not him, already sent a smile crawling up his lips.

Yoongi [3:07 pm] : yea, see u

Yoongi [3:07 pm] : hoseok still has one exam left, I’ll meet u and joon there

He begins making his way back to the café, navigating his way through the students and the hallways with his phone in his hands.

lovely best bub [3:08 pm] : it’s just me, joon says he still has something to do

Yoongi wishes he can go give Kim Namjoon a hug (but he would never admit that in front of him) right now.

Yoongi [3:08 pm] : okay lol

lovely best bub [3:08 pm] : see u there :DD

When Yoongi reaches the café,you’re already sitting in your usual spot, going over some of your notes while you sip on your iced latte. Yoongi walks over, a soft smile on his lips. He knocks on the table gentle. You look up, and a smile immediately graces your features.

“Hey, how was your exam?” You greet as Yoongi sits down in front of you.

“It went really well, how about yours?” Yoongi inquires as he reaches forward to hold your right hand, playing with your fingers while he waits for your response.

You blush at the action and Yoongi marvels at your flustered reaction. You soon brush it off like it was nothing and take a sip from your drink to, hopefully, help cool down your flaming cheeks.

“Great, too! I hope I really poured all of my heart into it that Professor Bang will be proud of it,” you reply and Yoongi squeezes your hand gently.

“I’m sure you did, you worked hard last night,” Yoongi reassures you and you laugh.

“I’m pretty sure I got wasted last night, Yoongi.” He laughs at your retort, agreeing with you.

“Yeah, I know, but I think you did study before I arrived with the soju.” Yoongi’s reply makes the two of you laugh.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Yoongi.” You give him a gentle smile.

He returns it with one of his own. “Anything for you, Y/N.”

Were you dense? Or was Yoongi not obvious enough? No, that can’t be it. He’s very transparent with his feelings for you, right? Min Yoongi can’t seem to understand why you don’t seem to notice his advances on you. At all.

Finals week was done and over with, and for an entire week Yoongi has been trying to get you to see how much he likes you. Even during the break, Yoong did everything; he took you out on dates, gave you more gifts than usual, paid more attention to you (if he was attentive before, he got even more attentive now), and flirted with you every chance he got.

But it’s the start of the second semester now and he still hasn’t confessed to you yet.

“I’m telling you, hyung! It’s like she pays no attention to anything I do at all. Are you guys sure she feels the same way?” Yoongi stresses, ranting to the broad shouldered male sat in front of him. The other two younger boys look at each other, giving each other that I’m tired, he’s spewing nonsense again look before grabbing Yoongi’s attention.

“Yes, she does! She probably thinks you’re just being your normal self around her,” Namjoon responds.

“But I’m not being my normal self around her…?” Yoongi trails off.

The boys sigh. “You are, you’re normally affectionate with her, Yoongi. So Y/N thinks you’re just being you,” Seokjin adds.

“Yeah, hyung. Y/N doesn’t think anything’s changed at all. Well, maybe she thinks you’re a bit more affectionate but she’s just probably just brushing it off as you being you.” Hoseok pipes in.

“Then what do I do?” Yoongi asks, clearly pressed about everything.

Just then, the bell to the café’s door rings noisily and the four turn around to see Y/N rushing over to them.

“Speak of the devil,” Namjoon mutters and Yoongi stares a him. “She’s not a devil, Joon.” Namjoon slaps his forehead.

“It’s an expression, hyung --” Namjoon’s cut off when you blurt out, “I need food.”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow at you. “There’s food? Over there?” He points toward the cashier. You look over to where his index finger is pointing before turning back to them, shaking your head.

“I have class in like, 15 minutes, but I was hungry so I ran over here - because my building’s all the way on the other side - to buy something but when I was a few steps away from the door I realized I forgot my wallet at the dorms and the dorms are even farther away and I don’t have much of a choice anymore because if I still tried going back that would take me another 10 minutes or so and like I said, I only have 15 minutes and I’m really hungry so I can’t go back anymore and I just really need money for food.” You finish all in one breath, heaving lightly because you’re out of breath from running and explaining yourself.

The four look at you before Yoongi shifts in his seat, pulling his card out for you.

“Here, go buy something,” he holds it out to you. Your eyes lighten, and just as your about to take it, a light bulb goes off in Yoongi’s head and he withdraws his outstretched hand, halting your actions.

“What?” You ask, slightly agitated.

Yoongi smirks. “Kiss me first.”

Your eyes widen, Kim Seokjin’s eyes widen, Kim Namjoon’s eyes widen, and Jung Hoseok’s eyes widen.

Wait, what?

A blush creeps up your cheeks, your palms start to clam up, and your heart starts beating faster. Oh, and your stomach grumbles for the umpteenth time too.

Yoongi only looks at you, the smirk still on his face, and his credit card resting in between his index and middle finger, just close enough for you to reach if you moved just a tad bit closer.

If you kiss Yoongi, he’ll definitely know your feelings for him. If you don’t it would make things awkward between the two of you. If you kiss him, at least you’d get food, right?

Yoongi’s starting to slightly regret his impulsive decision, but he freezes when you just go for it, and lean down to kiss his cheek, snatching the card in his fingers before you run out.

“What the fuck just happened?” Hoseok manages to speak up and Yoongi snaps out of his trance.

“Dude, what the fuck, go after her!” Hoseok shakes Yoongi who soon realizes what’s really going on. He stands up abruptly and goes after you.

“Wow, they’re a mess,” Seokjin comments as they watch Yoongi through the glass of the cafe.

“Come on, let’s go after them,” Namjoon stands up and Seokjin and Hoseok follow suit.

“Y/N, wait!” Yoongi calls out to you and when you hear his voice, you skid to a halt in the middle of the field, where some dance majors are running a routine. You attract the attention of the dance majors and they stop dancing to look at you. Clutching Yoongi’s credit card in your hand, you slowly turn around to face him.

He’s running over to you and he’s panting. When he’s close enough, he leans forward and rests his hands on his knees.

“You’re going to be late to class anyway, just, listen to me,” Yoongi wheezes out.

You bite your lip, your heart racing as you stare at the boy in front of you. When he finally catches his breath, he stands back up to his full height and looks at you.

“Yoongi, listen,I--” You begin, but he cuts you off.

“Y/N, I know you’re going to be late, I’m sorry but wait, just...let me get this off my chest because I might explode if I don’t let this out anymore, okay?” He holds you by the shoulders and you can only nod, flustered and confused at the same time.

From his peripheral, Yoongi can see a small crowd starting to form, he can see the boys somewhere too and the dance majors all stopped dancing to look at you both.

Oh, well.

Yoongi breathes deeply before he fixes his eyes on you and on you alone.

Here it goes.

“Y/L/N YN, I love everything about you. I love the way you eat your ramen with a spoon instead of chopsticks because you’re always complaining about how your fingers hurt because you’re not the best at using chopsticks even though you’re supposed to be good at it, I mean gosh, you’re Korean you’re supposed to know that shit. I love how you can’t fall asleep without your blue and white flannel blanket because it’s the only blanket your body seems to like. I love how even though it’s beginning to smell so bad because of your drool and the food crumbs and the drinks that fall on it you still choose to use it. I love how you also sleep with that one pillow of yours that’s been there the moment I walked into the hospital room to see you bundled up in Auntie’s arms, eyes closed and without a care in the world because you were just born moments ago, and it’s so old that it’s not so fat and fluffy anymore, and oh, it also smells so bad too, seriously what is it with you and your things in bed smelling bad? Can they seriously not get washed? I love how you never use a brush to fix your hair because you’re that kind of person that just runs a hand through their hair a couple of times and you’re already good to go. I love how you scrunch your face up every time you insult one of the boys, every time you want to tease me, and every time you have your way because yet again, I’ve fallen victim to your ridiculous wishes and ideas. I love how every time you put food into your mouth, you’re pouting and chewing at the same, fuck, do you know what that fucking does to me, Y/N? It makes me go crazier and even more head over heels for you. I love how you always come to me for everything because you know that I’d never ever say no to you, it makes me feel like I matter so much to you. I love that you depend so much on me because yes, I want that so much, I want to spoil you so damn much. I love giving you all that you want, I love spoiling with anything that you want and need, no matter how stupid or out of this world or irrational it may be. I love it so much because I love the way your eyes light up like a thousand stars whenever I say yes, and fuck that’s so, so fucking cheesy but I don’t fucking care anymore because I’m pretty sure I’ve said too much that it’s enough to complete one whole damn song and I know I can’t sing but I can play the piano and compose songs so maybe I can rap too? And dammit, Y/N, I’ve loved you so much since the moment I probably first laid my eyes on you, or maybe when I wrote my first song for you and you asked me to play it for you every day. Hell, I may have even started loving you when you scribbled all over my sheet music with your big fat, red crayon. I love how you’re so selfless, how you get along with my boys, how you’re damn smart and ambitious but you’d much rather watch How I Met Your Mother and listen to angsty Day6 songs for hours on end while you wrote equally angsty prose and poetry. I love you every time you get wasted the night before an exam, drinking your stress and worries away with soju, complain about the hangover the next day and do it all over again despite promising to never do it again. I love that even though it gets you wasted because that just gives me an excuse to take care of you and have I told you that I love taking care of you? I love you for everything that you are and I’d fucking say more but dammit, we’re in public and people…people are beginning to record my confession, they were just looking at us…wait what the fuck? And I’m a blushing, stuttering mess and I’ve just poured my entire heart out to you, all these feelings I’ve kept bottled up since I was, I don’t know, five and you were three, and I’m not even fucking sure if you feel the same way but you just kissed my cheek back in the café so maybe that counts for something? Maybe it really was for the food, I don’t know. But god, I love you so much, Y/N and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but I just want you to know that I don’t want things to ever change between us even if my feelings are out in the open already and I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve because I’m just so damn smitten for you. I love you, Y/N.”

Yoongi finishes his rant, and he’s breathing heavily and his heart’s beating out of his chest and he doesn’t know what to do next because you’re just standing in front of him, eyes wide, cheeks a dark shade of red, and your heart ready to burst out of your ribcage at his confession.

For someone who’s a creative writing major, for someone who’s so good with words, you’re speechless. For the first time in your entire life, you’re speechless.

“So,” Seokjin shouts from the crowd, effectively catching both yours and Yoongi’s attention, “are you just going to stand there and keep him waiting or will you tell him you love him too?”

The crowd coos, and your eyes dart back to Yoongi’s.

“Yoongi, I love you too.” You say simply and the crowd interrupts into cheers as Yoongi lets out a relieved sigh, stepping forward and pulling you into his embrace. Yoongi bends down to bury his face in your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he wraps his around your waist.

“Thank God you love me too, that would’ve been so embarrassing if you didn’t,” Yoongi whispers and you giggle.

You both pull away, and then turn to see that the crowd has dispersed, while your friends shot you thumbs ups before walking away to give you some alone time.

You look up at Yoongi, your smile bright as you see all the love and adoration Yoongi held for you.

“Well, you feed me well, Min Yoongi.” you reply, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss his nose.

“Oh yeah, let’s go get your food, I know you’re hungry.” Yoongi intertwines your fingers with his, leading you both back to the café.

“See, this is why I love you so much,” You grin, swinging your hands together.

Yoongi stops walking and turns to you. He cups your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks softly. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You hold onto his wrists and give him a mischievous grin. “More than your Audi?” You challenge, and Yoongi laughs heartily, kissing your forehead.

“A billion times more than my Audi.”

⇒ let me know what you think or hmu with anything under the sun here!

62 notes · View notes

lavenderlattaes · 6 years ago

Text

loving you. | park jimin

⇒ summary/plot: It’s been three years since you left that night, three years since you last saw him and three years since you last spoke to each other. And on that very day that your heart decides to start missing him again, you see him smiling and laughing with a girl that is most definitely not you.

⇒ [ post-breakup! au ]

⇒ pairing: park jimin x reader

⇒ word count: 3.5k words

⇒ genre: fluff, angst

⇒ warnings: swear words

note: hellooo! im a weird person that likes angst then wants a happy ending sksks. Parts that are italicized are flashbacks! Ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／ ♡

[

Loving You ❝I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine—were slow in their recognition.

I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.

I will love you forever.

He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.

But I am so afraid you may one day stop.

Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I ever will. ❞ -Lang Leav ]

You stare up at your ceiling, your thoughts drifting to him at half past 2 in the morning. Even then, he’s always been on your mind. You don’t think there was ever a time when he wasn’t filling up your thoughts. His name was Park Jimin and he was your first, and most likely last love.

You saw him yesterday, that’s what was keeping you up at night.

He had his arms around another girl, someone new, someone else who was making him smile, someone else who was kissing him, loving him, someone else who wasn’t you.

You remember every single detail of your short encounter yesterday.

You were leaving the café you both used to go to, Jimin’s favorite drink in your hand. You were particularly missing him that very day, when Namjoon decided to post a photo of you with them on Twitter. You had just crossed the street when you looked up and saw him walking with a girl in tow. You stopped in your tracks, not knowing what to do. Jimin was looking down at his phone but he looked up just when you were about to turn the other way and pretend you didn’t see him. He stopped walking too, and the girl he was with looked at him, confused.

“Chim? What’s wrong?” She asked, and her eyes followed Jimin’s until they landed on you.

Chim. You used to call him that too. He especially loved it when you called him that instead of Jimin. You gripped on the cup a bit tighter as you both look at each other. Your heart broke when Jimin broke eye contact slowly and looked at his girl.

He flashed her a sweet smile, the smile that used to make you all giggly inside. “It’s nothing, love. She just looks a bit familiar.” Jimin replied and laced his fingers with hers as they started walking again.

“In what way?” You heard her ask as they brushed past you, Jimin’s shoulder bumping with yours had caused you to close your eyes and let a few tears fall.

“She looks like an old friend.” Jimin replied and when you turned around to look at them for one last time, you locked eyes with Jimin again, a swirling mess of emotions swimming in his eyes. You looked down, your vision slightly blurred due to the tears filling up in your eyes.

“I, Y/L/N Y/N promise to love you, Park Jimin, today, tomorrow, and until the day we are forced to be apart. I will love you forever, and that will never change. Nothing will ever change my love for you and that’s the only promise I know for sure I will keep until I breathe my last.” You look up at the beautiful, precious man smiling down at you, his arms around your waist pulling you even closer.

“But what if you stop loving me? I’m scared of that,” he whispers, his tone teasing but because you knew him so well, you could hear the fear he’s trying to hide from you.

You cup his face in your hands, stand on your tiptoes and press a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. He smiles and kisses you back ever so gently, before you break apart for air. You caress his soft cheeks, causing him to giggle, his eyes disappearing from smiling so much. “That won’t ever happen, baby. And I promise you that.”

You’ve never broken that promise. You haven’t, and you won’t ever will. A soft ding from your bedside breaks you from your train of thoughts and you wipe the few stray tears that you didn’t realize were falling before turning over to grab your phone.

You squint, your eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness of your phone screen even though it was already at its lowest. You sit up once you read that it’s a text from Hoseok. You were closest to him and he was the one that introduced you to the boys, and of course, Jimin.

Hobi [2:43 am]: hey, how are you doing? It’s been a while.

You [2:43 am]: hey, hob. I’m okay, I guess. Why’d you text me at this hour? You should be getting some rest.

Hobi [2:44 am]: jimin told us he saw you yesterday, are you really okay?

You scoff at his text, but you also can’t help the tears from falling, a few of it dropping onto your phone. He told them he saw you, but he told his girlfriend that you just ‘looked like an old friend’? It would’ve been better if he hadn’t said anything to the boys. Your phone rings and you look down to see that Hoseok was already calling you. You clear your throat and wipe your tears away as you answer the call.

“Hey, you didn’t have to call you know,” You greet, pressing the phone to your ear.

“I know, but you left me on read and didn’t reply immediately. Also, I’m tired of typing so calling you would be easier.” Hoseok replies and you chuckle. You definitely missed him.

“So, will you tell me how you’re really feeling?” Hoseok says after a short moment of silence and you bite your lip.

“I saw Jimin, he saw me. I saw him with his arms wrapped around another girl, and he saw me with a cup of his favorite drink although I doubt he knows that it was his favorite drink that I had ordered because on that damn day, I was missing him so fucking much but I doubt that he also knows that I miss him.” You reply, the words spilling out of your mouth as fast as the tears slipped down your cheeks.

You can hear Hobi sighing on the other end you allow yourself to let your best friend know that you’ve been crying.

“Oh, Y/N. I wish I could be there to hold you, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, and you shake your head but then remember he can’t see you.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Hobi. It’s my fault that all of this is happening, it’s okay.” You reply shakily.

“I’m supposed to protect you, remember? I’m supposed to kick Jimin’s ass for hurting you like this, because that’s what I promised you. I’m supposed to turn your frowns upside down and I’m supposed to be your sunshine. Overall, I failed at being your best friend. I resign from my post, Y/N.” Hoseok says, his voice sounding defeated, but it manages to make you giggle. You can almost see him pouting, folding his arms in front of him like a little child.

“You’re being overdramatic, Jung Hoseok. You’re the best best friend anyone could ever ask for and I’m not allowing you to ‘resign from your post’, okay?” You smile softly, putting emphasis on your words.

“Okay, okay, if you say so, Y/N.” Hobi replies, laughing, and you nod your head at that. You both enjoy the few short moments of silence before you break it with a question you’ve been dying to ask ever since.

“Hobi? How is he doing? Is he eating enough? Is he getting enough rest?” You hear Hobi sigh on the other end and you know that he knows what your words truly mean. You may not have said them out loud but the words you’re trying to get across are all the same. I still love him. I still love him even though it’s been three years since we broke up.

“He’s doing okay, Y/N. Yes, and I suppose so. He’s hardly around these days, he sleeps over at his girlfriend’s house.” It pains Hoseok to tell you the truth because it will hurt you a lot, but he also knows it would hurt you more if he tried to keep the truth from you.

Hoseok’s words pierce through your heart but there’s nothing you can do about it anyway. Jimin chose someone else to love, now. He chose to stop loving you and you can’t ever blame him for wanting to find happiness, even if that happiness meant you would be out of the picture.

You’ll continue to love him anyway because you know deep down your love for him won’t ever stop.

After a few more exchange of words between you and Hoseok, you hang up with him ending the call saying, “you should try seeing new people”, while you replied with “I will,” even though you know you won’t ever do that.

You place your phone back on your bedside table and your eyes land on your polaroids with Jimin strung across the wall. You valued your polaroid film so much, so you only took photos with it when the occasion was really special and significant. Your eyes scan the photos and you see the photo you took with him when you both confessed your feelings for the other, which was over six years ago. Your eyes then land on the polaroid of when you both went out for your first date. There were so many significant moments in your relationship with Jimin that it was making you cry.

You knew that there was no one else for you but Jimin, and you know that people will surely laugh at you for that and say that you’re only saying that because you’re young, and naïve when it comes to love.

If there’s one thing you’re certain of, it’s that you will love Jimin forever, even if he loves someone else. Even if it hurts you, even if it kills you, as dramatic as that may be, Park Jimin will be the only man you’ll ever love.

There’s a knock on your door and you look up from the book you were reading to look at the door. You couldn’t sleep after Hoseok called a few hours ago, so you opted for three mugs of coffee and a nice hot shower to help you relax a bit.

You weren’t expecting anyone today, so you only stare at the door, thinking that the amount of caffeine you drank was beginning to play tricks on your hearing, although it doesn’t seem possible. Another series of knocks come, and you jump up, realizing that you weren’t hearing things and there really was someone at your door.

You make your way to the door slowly, wracking your brain for any possible reason for the knocking on your door. Maybe you ordered something online and forgot about it? Maybe an old friend decided to send you mail? Maybe your neighbors needed something from you?

Your fingers twist the doorknob and you open the door. “Hey, what’s—” you stop short once you look up at the person standing outside your door.

Jimin.

He’s looking at you with an unreadable expression and if you didn’t know him any better, you wouldn’t notice the way his lips trembled slightly. But you did, and that was enough to make your heart race.

“Jimin—”

“Y/N—”

You both speak at the same time and if it weren’t for the tension in the air you both would’ve been laughing. You look away from him and bite on your lower lip as Jimin looks up and licks his lips.

“Can… can we talk?” Jimin asks quietly, and your eyes lock on his eyes again. And you’re surprised because you can see the pain and desperation in his eyes which weren’t there before. You nod gently and open the door wider for him. He takes his shoes off and he’s surprised to see that his slippers are still there. He puts them on anyway, and you close the door behind him. Just as you’re about to walk to the kitchen to fix something for the both of you, his warm hand latches onto your wrist, halting your actions.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you remember that night from three years ago like it was only yesterday.

“Don’t put this all on me, Y/N! You knew what you were getting into when you dated me!” Jimin shouts.

“Don’t remind me about that, Jimin! I know about that, I don’t need you to nag me about that because I know, I know, I know!” You shout back and Jimin sighs and runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“Then why are you complaining? Why are you being so selfish about all of this, you know how much my work means to me!” Jimin asks angrily and you glare at him.

“Is it too much to ask for my boyfriend to come home to me every once in a while? You’re hardly home these days, Jimin. I’m always worried about you!” You shout. You haven’t called him Chim the whole night and that was a bad thing. You always called him Chim and the fact that you kept on calling him Jimin was already a forewarning.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Y/N. If you’re always worried about me then stop worrying about me!” Jimin shouts and that causes your heart to shatter. Would you ever stop worrying about him? You know you won’t, but his words hurt, and you’re hurt.

“Maybe I will then!” You shout, and brush past him, immediately regretting the words from ever leaving your lips. Jimin seems to think the same thing too, because his hand latches onto your wrist, stopping you.

“Wait, Y/N, no. Please, don’t go. I didn’t mean it, please, baby.” Jimin cries out and the tears fall down your cheeks like a waterfall. You want nothing more than to turn around, forget everything and run into his arms but you were hurt, and your pride was getting in the way.

“Jimin, let me go.” You manage to choke out, but Jimin wasn’t having it. He pulls you back and you crash into his arms, as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You’re both crying, and you know you won’t last much longer if you stay for another minute wrapped in his familiar embrace. You reluctantly remove his arms around you, your tears dropping onto his arms.

“No, please don’t leave me, baby. I’m sorry.” Jimin pleads, holding onto your hand as you step away from him. He holds onto it like his life depended on it, kissing it repeatedly. You shake your head and you fight the urge to turn back around because you know you’ll break.

“Let me go, Jimin.” You shake your hand off and he lets go of it reluctantly as you open the door and walk out the door, Jimin pleading after you. You hear him collapse to the floor as you close the door shut behind you.

“I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry.”

Those were Jimin’s last words to you and that was the last time you ever saw him again.

“Y/N.” You turn around and Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. He pulls you into his embrace and you break down completely. He wraps his arms tightly around you and you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Jimin, I-I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those things, I shouldn’t have left the way I did, I shouldn’t have hurt you at all,” You cry into his shirt, your tears soaking his black shirt and your voice coming out in shaky sobs.

He shushes you, rubbing his arms up and down your back as his own tears fall down and drop onto your hair. “I’m so sorry, too, Y/N. I should’ve fought for you, I shouldn’t have let you go like that.” He replies, and you hug him tighter.

You both stay in that position, Jimin whispering words of comfort in your ear as he rocks the both of you back and forth. You close your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent as you bury your head deeper in his chest.

After a few more minutes you pull away and wipe the tears from your eyes, a sigh leaving your lips. You look up at Jimin and see him looking at you already.

“What is it?” You ask and Jimin steps forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks heat up at his actions and you look down.

“I broke up with her yesterday.” Jimin whispers causing you to look up at him.

A newfound hope fills you and you clear your throat. “Chim?” You whisper softly, and you can see the effect it has on Jimin when you call him that, because he reaches out to hold your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

“Yeah?” He breathes out and you breathe shakily. “Do you remember what I told you all those years ago?” You ask, and he just looks into your eyes, not sure about what you meant.

“I, Y/L/N Y/N promise to love you, Park Jimin, today, tomorrow, and until the day we are forced to be apart. I will love you forever, and that will never change. Nothing will ever change my love for you and that’s the only promise I know for sure I will keep until I breathe my last.” You repeat your words from five years ago, your eyes not leaving Jimin’s.

Jimin’s eyes widen, remembering the exact moment; it was his favorite memory with you and also the scariest. It was on your one-year anniversary.

“But what if you stop loving me? I’m scared of that,” Jimin repeats his words and marvels in the beautiful smile that makes its way onto your face because he remembers.

“That won’t ever happen, baby. And I promise you that.” You reply, and you let go of his hand to cup his cheeks as he smiles at you as well.

“I’ve kept my promise, Chim. I always have.” You whisper softly, and that’s all it takes for Jimin to dip down and press his lips to yours in a longing kiss. Jimin wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you closer to him and you stand on your tiptoes. You run your hands through his hair and you smile because you missed the way his soft hair felt in your hands. His hands rub on your sides gently causing you to giggle and break from the kiss.

“Chim! It tickles,” You tell him, and he smiles so brightly, his eyes start to disappear like always. He pulls you closer because you stepped back slightly, and you smile at him being clingy again. You missed it so much. He kisses your forehead and you close your eyes, smiling.

“I know, I just missed hearing your laugh. It’s my favorite thing ever.” He says, and he rubs his nose against yours lovingly as you bite on your bottom lip.

“Really? So you don’t like my kisses?” You tease, stepping away from him and he whines, pulling you back to crash his lips to yours again. You smile into the kiss and pull away right after kissing back, Jimin’s pout making an appearance at your actions. You giggle, and smile at him as he smiles back. He steps closer to you and you stay rooted in your spot, watching his every move.

“I love everything about you, Y/N.” Jimin states and his words make your heart melt into a puddle. He holds your hands up to his face and kisses each one of your fingers, and he kisses your knuckles as well. Your face heats up at his actions, even though Jimin has always been like this— romantic. Skinship was a constant between you two but it’s been so long since Jimin has held you like this, it was like falling in love with him all over again.

“And I love everything about you too, Jimin.” You reply and step into his arms. He buries his face in your neck and starts leaving little kisses there. You giggle as you wrap your arms around him, kissing the top of his head.

“I missed you so much, Y/L/N Y/N,” Jimin sighs happily and you hug him tighter.

“I missed you too, Park Jimin. So much.” You reply and close your eyes, a smile on your lips.

I love him, I still do. I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I ever will.

⇒ let me know what you think or hmu with anything under the sun here!

126 notes · View notes