#AND i ran a load of laundry. i gotta go hang it up which sucks ass but i did the first part i can do the next part

[milk-lover]

Oh Welch’s Berries N’ Cherries Fruit Snacks, we’re really in it now.

[earthseaborealis]

New Traditions and Worlds

My @homestuckss gift for @dykeiatrist ! I used “Davekat,” “Jane,” and “Hurt/Comfort” (with a bit of DirkJake) to create a cute little holiday fic! Hope you enjoy it :D Have a wonderful holiday season!!

Also on ao3 (@detective_in_space if the link doesn’t work!)

“Twas the week before Christmas,” Dave started before pausing, “Yo Rox, what’s somethin’ that rhymes with Christmas?”

“Ass? Wait, no, no that doesn’t work… Christmas…” Roxy muttered, “Okay so, like, the only thing I’ve got is Christmas, but you absolutely cannot rhyme ‘Christmas’ with ‘Christmas,’ right?”

“You’re definitely right,” Dave sighed as he scratched out the words in his notebook, “Dude, like absolutely nothin’ rhymes with Christmas words.”

Roxy moved over and rested their hand on his shoulder, “Karkat will appreciate the thought at least. Hey, there are other things than Christmas raps, like festive interpretive dances! Or Festive slam poetry?”

“Well, duh, it’s Karkat we’re talkin’ bout,” Dave laughed, but in his defense, it was true. Karkat would yell and insist that he hated Dave’s most ‘ironic’ gifts, but there was a certain fondness in his tone. Like it was just a whole elaborate game. The edges of Karkat’s eyes would wrinkle as his lips curled into a small grin. A small chuckle would escape, which Dave would obviously point out, and in response, Karkat would punch him (before wrapping him in a hug). Oh god, that was the best… 

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Roxy interrupted, as they lightly hit the side of Dave’s head, “Did ya invite me over here just to fall asleep?”

“Nah dawg, I was just thinkin’ about the usual,” Dave brushed their hand aside. 

“So,” Roxy drawled, “Karkat?” Roxy wiggled their eyebrows at Dave. 

“No,” Dave exclaimed, “Fuck, I mean, no. Hey, do ya know any, like, traditions that people do for Christmas and all that jazz.” Now that was a smooth change of topics. 

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom,” Roxy laughed, “But, nah. I didn’t even know Christmas was like a real thing… thought it was an urban myth or something.” Oh, right. Roxy lived in some highly-futuristic society that was enslaved by a fish bitch, but there was none of that oppressive dictatorship on Earth C. Trolls, Carpacians, Humans, and well, any other species were free to chill by the fire and enjoy whatever holiday they wanted. Now that, was what sweet, sweet democracy was about (preach Obama). 

“Lit, lovin’ that we’re both oblivious of any cultural traditions… hey, you think one of the Crocker-Harley-English… berts... would know more about this? I’m feelin’ like they’d be all up in that shit,” Dave said, “Oh fuck, I’m so smart. That’s like totally their thing.”

After quickly picking up all his stuff and saying goodbye to Roxy, Dave picked up his phone and dialed Jane Crocker, the holiday expert, on his way home. Wait, oh fuck, what if she was busy? It’s not like he usually talked to her, so was it out of the question? Oh no, maybe he should’ve just texted John...

The phone picked up, “Hello, Jane Crocker speaking?”

“Oh… oh! Hey Jane, it’s Dave… ya know… Dirk’s cooler bro,” Dave started. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and kicked a stray pebble on the sidewalk. Yes, he could be floating around, but exercise was important. 

“Well, howdy there Dave. It’s been a while since we’ve talked, hasn’t it,” she chuckled, “Anyways, did you need anything?”

“So, like, Rox and I were talkin’ about Christmas and stuff… and well, we’re both dumb and have no idea what people actually do for it, so I thought you might be the expert on the subject? Because it totally seems like it’d be up your ally,” Dave rambled on. 

“Well golly, I’m flattered. It’s been a while since I’ve actually celebrated the holiday, but of course, I’ll help you! Before the game, my father and I had so much fun celebrating… let’s see… Well, I’m sure you already know this, but we’d go out to a farm together and pick out a tree. I’d always search for the fattest tree, and my father would help me cut it down. And then we’d go get Hot Cocoa and pick out ornaments together, and well, oh sorry, I’ve gotten a bit off-topic, haven’t I,” Jane apologized.

“No, no! You’re literally the best… lemme just get a piece of paper to write this on,” Dave fumbled around his captchalogue, and pulled out an old notebook (of course, with Obama on the cover). “Okay cool, I got one, hit me with all that sweet, sweet info.”

“Alright… let’s see, what else… oh, well after we decorated the tree, we’d make and frost sugar cookies and cakes together. Oh! Karkat and you are welcome to come over together sometime and make cookies with me if you’d like,” Jane offered. Hell yeah, she was a literal legend. Roxy and Dirk had the best friends. 

“Yeah, dog, we’d love to! I’ll hit you up with a date once Karkat checks the calendar. You know him and… schedulin’,” Dave said as he continued to write down Jane’s suggestions. 

Jane chuckled, “Sounds good… and one more thing… My father and I would always put cheesy Christmas music on. That was the best… we’d make absolute fools out of ourselves, but it was so much fun. Literally, we’d just dance around and belt the lyrics… those we’re the days,” Jane’s voice started to crack… fuck… had Dave made her cry? “Sorry…” she continued, “I don’t mean to be so emotional. Oh lord, I’m sorry. I… I hope I helped you a bit, and just, feel free to come over whenever for cookies…” 

“Fuck, no,” Dave searched his brain… what would Karkat say… “Sorry for bringin’ up those memories. I know it sucks and all. I’ll give you some time and just hit you up later.” 

“Yes, that’d be great… see you later then,” Jane said as she hung up. 

Well, shit, Dave had already made one person cry and it was only 11 a.m. Maybe Christmas was just an emotional time and stuff. Jane was cool, though, so he hoped that she was okay. Plus, she gave him some kickass advice, and he was so ready to get his holiday spirit on. 

The rest of the walk to his place was boring. Dave tried to come up with some more sick raps for his Christmas album, featuring the new and improved version of “Jingle Bells.” The air was crisp and way too cold for Dave’s Texan roots (he blamed John for the freezing wind), so he was thankful when he finally reached the door. 

“Yo, Karkat, I’m home, and I come with words of wisdom from the one and only Jane Crocker herself,” Dave announced as he closed the door behind him. He attempted to throw his coat and hang it up, but it fell clumsily to the floor. He shrugged it off and continued through the cozy lil’ condo, finding his way into the kitchen, where he found Karkat doing a load of laundry. Yes, the washing machine and dryer were in the kitchen… it was only the most ironic, British mom location for them. Dave, being the coolest man to ever exist, ran up to Karkat and hugged him from behind. 

“Jesus fucking shit Dave! Are you trying to give me a blood pusher attack?” Karkat screeched as he jumped like fifty feet in the air (okay maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it basically happened). 

“Nah dude, you wouldn’t dare be all anime protagonist on me and faint. Like, imagine me runnin’ to cradle you in my arms while you murmur ‘I’m goin’ to have to kawaii the shit out of your desu.’ Literally, imagine that” Dave rambled. 

Karkat groaned at this, “Stop spending time with Dirk. You’re turning into a shitty weeb Karkat said as he pushed Dave away. 

“I can’t help it… it’s who I am,” Dave clutched yo his chest and fell to the ground, pulling the other boy down with him. Karkat’s words. The worst weapon of all. 

“I’m going to go live with Kanaya and Rose,” Karkat grumbled, falling to the ground as dramatically as possible (making sure to land on Dave with as much force as possible). 

“Like you’d do that,” Dave scoffed, “She’s worse than me. Plus, is you did, we couldn’t be all romantic and celebrate human holidays together. C’mon dude, we gotta act like a high school couple. Get all up in each other’s space and kiss under the mistletoe. Oh, speakin’ of that! I talked to Jane, who is literally the best, and she was like ‘oh Dave! Check out this super lit tradition I did back on the o.g. Earth. Like, you get to cut down a tree and decorate with the most ironic ornaments.’” 

“Sound detrimental to the environment and a waste of time. What’s the point of celebrating a fucking tree,” Karkat asked.

“Dude, it’s a pine tree, which is superior to all other trees. Besides,  it’s about family and friends. I mean, I never celebrated Christmas with Bro, but you can’t just diss Karen like that,” Dave said, using his best white mom voice. 

“Fine whatever. I’ll celebrate your dumb human holiday, but I call picking out the decorations,” Karkat bargained as he stood up and dusted off his pants (getting rid of Dave’s germs).

“Hell yeah, deal! Get your coat on, we’re gonna get a tree and bring it in our house,” Dave exclaimed, quickly getting off the ground. 

The boys quickly got ready and we’re out the door, hopping into their car. Dave has gotten it because well, basically of all Karkat and his friends could fly. He has listened to Karkat’s complaining enough and invested in an older, used minivan. And man, did he love the thing. Hey, maybe he’d become a car person after the holidays were over. 

Dave was about to drive to the nearest park with a saw, but Karkat demanded that he call and ask Jane first. Jane recommended a small farm in the middle of nowhere, and with the use of a GPS, they eventually found their way there (after a few hours of trial and error).

“Jane said that fat trees were better, but honestly, I’m lovin’ this tall ass one right here. I mean look at it. It’s taller than the Empire State Buildin’… wait, is that still a thing? Like an Earth C Empire State Buildin’?” In Dave’s defense, it was a totally valid question. Like, did Earth C have the same seven wonders of the world? Who knew. 

“Shut the fuck up. We’re here for a tree, not imperialism,” Karkat groaned, “And besides, our house isn’t big enough for that.”

“But Karkat, the economy,” Dave whined, “But like, what about this tiny one… it reminds me of you, short stacks.”

Karkat shoved him, “And the other reminds me of your flat ass.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment… since you're lookin’ at my ass and all,” Dave pulled down his Stiller shades and winked.

“Shut up, you fucking twink. Let’s just celebrate your weird human holidays and get the tree,” Karkat grumbled as he attempted to pick up the tree. 

Dave doubled over laughing as he watched the 5’3 troll struggle, but once Karkat shot him an angry glare, he rushed over to aid him (with his huge muscles, of course). “Nice, I can feel it pokin’ me through my mittens. Ten out of ten would recommend.”

After endless trial and error, the pair managed to carry the tree to the register and on top of their car, a red minivan that Dave had picked out.

“So,” Karkat started, “We just put a tree in our block and decorate it? And then some creepy old man flies around the world and gives presents to children by putting them under the tree?” His eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to understand human traditions.

“Dude, I can’t even explain it. Humans can come up with some weird shit when they put their minds to it,” Dave laughed. The rest of the car ride consisted of Karkat rambling about trollian traditions. Their hands managed to find one another and rest comfortably on the center console (Dave, of course, kept one hand on the steering wheel at all times… hey, safety is important). 

Their next stop was the local hardware store. It was owned by a sweet, older Carpacian. In all honesty, she reminded Dave of the Mayor… a kindred spirit whose goal in life was to just lead and help make others happy. She made the place seem like the opposite of a place to buy tools. The place was decorated with festive garlands and cheery music rang through the air. Dave waved at her as the pair walked towards the Christmas section.

“So,” Dave drawled, “What kind of ornaments are we lookin’ for? Personally, I wanna find a dick shaped one… for the memories of cockscotch. Bless that game.”

“This is a family store, dick-muncher! And we’re getting triple-f ornaments! Family fucking friendly!” Karkat screeched, marching ahead (but not before grabbing Dave’s hand and pulling him along). 

“Fine, fine, I get it… gotta make our house grub friendly, for when John comes over,” Dave snickered as they walked the ornaments aisle. Who knew there were so many different variations in fucking decorations? You had some for your Karens, poor college students, newlyweds, too many to count. Karkat busied himself with the… glass ball? Well, whatever that kind of ornament was called. 

“These are nice,” Karkat noted, showing Dave a set of jade glass baubles (haha, like Kanaya).

“But like, dude, they’re so borin’,” Dave whined, “We gotta spruce this tree up… get it? Spruce is a kind of tree.” Dave chuckled at his own dad joke. Shit, he was hilarious. 

“Hey, I’m just trying to make this actually look nice. We’ll get other colors too, and “spruce” it up, as you say,” Karkat said as he went back to check out the boring ornaments. Dave, on the other hand, went to look at the children’s ornaments on the other side of the aisle. Most of them were new pop culture things that Dave didn’t recognize (God was he growing old). However, there were a few that grabbed his attention, and obviously, he was gonna have to show these to Karkat. 

“Yo, dawg. Check out these cool little fuckers. They’ll make our tree look mads cool,” Dave opened his hands to reveal a bunch of little crab ornaments. They were cute and not boring glass balls. Plus, crabs were like Karkat’s thing… he’d definitely appreciate them.

“Crustaceans? Don’t you just know the way to my blood pusher,” Karkat rolled his eyes, “Just put them in the basket before I change my mind.”

Dave threw his fist in the air and gave Karkat a side hug, “Hell yeah, you won’t regret this. We gonna get so festive up in this joint. All the moms will be beggin’ to check out the coolest tree in the neighborhood, which if ya didn’t catch on, will be ours.”

“You got me. I’m only doing this to make Carol jealous. She fucking deserves it,” Karkat chuckled. Yes, Dave knew he was doing swell when he made Karkat laugh. If only he could give himself a, well earned, golden star. 

“Dude yes, I fuckin’ hate Carol. C’mon, let’s get more lights. We gotta make this flashy and blow a fuse, speakin’ of which… do you know how to fix a broken fuse? Because I do not wanna call Dirk over to fix it for us. He’ll be like ‘Dave, I’m just tryin’ to celebrate the holidays with my darlin’ boyfriend… have I mentioned Jake’s ass? Damn, lemme just rant about that and never actually fix your broken utilities.’ Can you imagine the pain, Karkat,” Dave lamented? He loved his brother, don’t get him wrong, but he did not want to mess with Dirk this close to the holiday season. 

“I can, actually. Remember what happened the week before Jake’s birthday? Dirk is batshit crazy, but he gets it from you,” Karkat smirked as Dave feigned an offended expression, “Now, can we stop talking about his love life and actually pick out some decorations?”

The pair still had one more destination before they could go home and relax, maybe even decorate the tree… but knowing themselves, they’d probably wait until Christmas Eve to put the new lights and ornaments up. 

“Oh my goodness, I’m so glad you two could make it,” Jane said as she opened the door, “I’ve already got everything out, so all we have to do is bake and decorate cookies… and perhaps eat a bit of dough.” She ushered the two inside. 

“Hell yeah, you’re the best Janey,” Dave said as the pair put away their coats and walked to the kitchen with Jane. Everything was so clean, especially when compared to their house. Karkat would always fuss about his habits, but Dave felt a sort of comfort in the messiness. So what if there were shirts thrown on the floor and an unorganized stack of papers on the kitchen table. It built… character. 

“I’ve never had what you humans call ‘cookies,’ but thank you for having us,” Karkat added. 

“Oh please, it’s no problem. I love baking, and I especially love helping people get into the holiday spirit,” Jane said. The trio fell into a simple routine once Jane showed them the recipe, helping the two boys when need be. Dave filled the silence by rambling under his breath about whatever he deemed important, while Karkat concentrated on making his cookies perfect. 

“Hey look,” Dave exclaimed while holding up one of his doughy creations, “It’s a Karkat angel! A Kar-Angel… a Karkat Van-Angel!” His cookies were shaped into gingerbread men with nubby horns and an uncharacteristic smile. 

“And I made a Dave-Cookie… oh wait, it’s just a blob of dough, my fucking bad,” Karkat retorted, going back to rolling out his dough. 

It was a long process, but after a few hours, the boys had successfully made their first batch of Christmas sugar cookies. A few of the cookies weren’t burnt on the edges, but they were delicious nonetheless. Jane demanded that the pair take home their creations, as she didn’t have enough room in her cabinets for more holiday desserts. 

“Goodness, thank you so much for coming over and making sugar cookies! I haven’t had this much fun since… well, it’s been a while. Feel free to come by and help me whenever you all would like,” Jane chirped. 

“Of course, Janey,” Dave replied, “You best bet we’ll be back for some more goodies! Gotta get my housewife on. I can’t be accidentally poisoning Karkat with some undercooked cake.” 

“You’ve poisoned me with every meal of your’s, except the Kraft Mac and Cheese, but only because Roxy helped you,” Karkat spat. 

“Oh well, we certainly can’t have that. I’ll be seeing you both again soon then. Have a Merry Christmas and a wonderful new year!”

It was dark by the time they were home. Karkat and Dave both felt the sleepiness enter the body, as they kept yawning. It was too late to decorate the tree, so it was leaned against a corner. The pair immediately plopped down onto the couch and put on a holiday classic, Tim Allen’s “The Santa Clause,” which Dave argued was the best Christmas movie known to mankind, trollkind, and carpaciankind alike. 

“Y’know, I never imagined that I would celebrate Christmas. Like, dude, that shit was mads uncool,” Dave said out of the blue, interrupting the beautiful sound of Tim Allen interacting with CGI reindeers and kidnapped children.

Karkat groaned, “Well, me either, yet here I am, celebrating a dumb holiday for dumb human grubs.” He was just trying to enjoy this wonderful holiday film, but with Dave, silence didn’t last long. In a way, it provided comfort to the pair. He knew that Dave absolutely hated the silence, as it reminded him of his Bro. For Karkat, Dave’s endless rambling allowed him to take his mind off of his worries. It was an odd relationship, one that had taken years to achieve, but here they were… they had made it, yet Karkat knew there were still shaky moments for the two of them. Like now, for example. The pair both would jump around certain barriers, trying desperately to aid one another, while still attempting to not dig too deep. 

Dave rested his head upon Karkat’s thighs and snuggled into the pile of blankets, reminding him of their time on the meteor, “Y’know, I wouldn’t have this whole thing any other way. ‘M glad my first Christmas is with you, instead of Bro.” His words are slurred together and slightly muffled, and Karkat can’t help the stupid ass blush that creeps onto his face at the sound of them. 

“Fuck that guy,” Karkat spits. After a moment, he starts again, this time with a gentler tone, “And it’s nice to have you here too, no matter how fucking dumb your endless rants may be.”

Dave could almost hear Dirk whispering “Tsundere” in his ear as he chuckled, “Awe, love you too, KitKat.” He sits back up, nearly smacking the top of his head into Karkat’s jaw. He looks away for a second, briefly hesitating, then leans in, closing the distance between the pair. It’s just a brief peck, but it leaves the two of them speechless. Dave looks at Karkat through his shades. A light brush coated his cheeks and his lips curled into a small grin. 

Karkat pulls Dave into his side and looks towards the corner of the living room, where their small, fat tree is leaning against the wall. It was empty and in desperate need of attention (aka Crustacean ornaments). Filled with a sudden burst of energy, he paused the movie and stood up, pulling Dave with him, “Get off your lazy ass and get fucking festive. We have a tree to decorate.”

[noona-clock]

Your Friend, Joo Hyuk - Part 8

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Joo Hyuk x You

By Admin B

Intro, Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue

When you arrived back at your apartment from the airport, you softly closed your door behind you, pressed your back against it, and let out a long, sorrowful sigh.

This sucked already.

But then you remembered Joo Hyuk had told you to call him when you got here, so you reached into your purse for your phone. You opened up WhatsApp, pressed on his contact name, and clicked on the phone icon.

He answered almost immediately, and your heart sped up and broke at the same time when you heard his voice

“You got home okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied gloomily.

“I know, I hate this, too. I would give anything to be back there with you.”

“Truthfully, how are we going to make this work?” you asked, already feeling your throat close up. You hadn’t actually talked about this yet because neither of you wanted to bring it up and effectively dampen the mood.

“I’ll use all my vacation time to come visit you,” Joo Hyuk answered immediately. “And when you come visit, I’ll do as much work as I can from home. I’ll see if I can request business trips to America more.”

“And it’s just going to be like that forever?” You couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life only seeing him every few months for a couple weeks at a time. Living half a day and half the world away from him. You just couldn’t.

“...I don’t know. But it has to be for right now.”

“Your life, your family is in Korea. Mine is here. Are we both just expecting the other one to pack up and leave, just like that?”

“No, of course not... Baby... do you not want to be with me?” Because it was sounding suspiciously like you were giving up.

“No, no, I do. I’m sorry, I just... I miss you, and I’m letting the negativity get to my head.” Your voice had become choked with emotion, and you slid down your door to sit on the carpet.

Joo Hyuk sighed, and you wished more than anything his voice was here, not just over the phone. Wished you could feel his arms around you, smell his familiar scent. 

“I miss you, too,” he began. “And I know this is going to be tough, but... you’ve gotta be strong. Remember what I told you back when you were having a hard time at university? Tell yourself it’s going to be okay every single day. Make yourself smile every single day.”

“Yeah, I remember,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I ever really told you how much you helped me back then. I felt so alone, but reading your messages reminded me I had someone in my corner. I wasn’t alone. I had you, even though you were thousands of miles away.”

“And that’s how it’ll be for the next few months. I’ll be here, still. I’ll be yours. You’ll have me, even though I’m thousands of miles away.”

“And you’ll have me. Whenever you think about me, there’s a 100% chance I’m thinking about you, too.”

“Yeah, you better be. And not be thinking about Tadashi.”

You chuckled, moving to cross your legs and sit pretzel-style. “I’m definitely going to watch that movie all the time and write stories in my head about Honey Lemon and Tadashi’s secret romance.”

“I’ll watch it, too. And every time I do, I’ll think about meeting Baymax. And then I’ll think about Disneyland and how I had the best three days of my life there.”

“Really? The best three days of your life?”

“Well, yeah. It’s where I fell in love with you. Or at least realized I was.”

You bit your lip, your heart fluttering as you thought back to watching World of Color with him that second time.

“When should we go back?” you asked, your voice sort of dreamy as you imagined the future. You figured you wouldn’t be able to go back together any time soon, but you still liked to think about it.

“The next time I come visit,” Joo Hyuk replied. “Maybe six months or so?”

“Really? You’ll come back that soon?”

“If not sooner.”

You wondered if he was just being optimistic, but you didn’t want to say anything. So you simply smiled and said “I can’t wait.”

You talked for about fifteen more minutes until Joo Hyuk let out a little sigh. And you knew.

“They just called my section for boarding,” he murmured.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’ll call you right when I land, okay?”

“Yes, please. Don’t worry about what time it might be over here.”

“And you, too. If you ever need to call me, just do it.”

“I will. Have a safe slight, my love.”

You could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I’ll do my best.”

“I love you so, so much.”

“I love you so, so much, too,” he told you. “...Bye.”

You sniffed as you pulled your phone away from your ear and disconnected the call. You couldn’t handle saying the words ‘Good bye’ again.

You spent the rest of your day distracting yourself. You cleaned your whole apartment, you did laundry, you went grocery shopping, you did your nails, you watched some Netflix... Your phone finally rang when you were in bed later that night, around 10 o’clock.

You answered quickly, your heart jumping into your throat when you heard Joo Hyuk’s voice. His flight had been long but very smooth, and he’d watched about four or five movies. He’d even watched the live action Cinderella in honor of you.

You talked for almost two hours until you truly couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You must have fallen asleep a little because you jerked awake when you heard Joo Hyuk say your name a bit forcefully.

“You fell asleep, huh?” he chuckled. “Go to bed. Call me whenever, okay?”

You agreed, sleepily murmuring an ‘I love you’ and wishing him a good afternoon. He wished you a good night and kissed the phone, causing you to chuckle softly. You hoped talking to him right before falling asleep meant you would dream about him.

The next three months were... Well, to be honest, they weren’t that horrible. You hadn’t been lying when you’d told Joo Hyuk you had a busy time at work coming up. You’d fallen behind while he was here, so you had a bit to catch up on as well as a new load of work coming in. So you spent most of your days in your office, reading and editing, editing and reading.

You visited Mickey a lot, too, since work and the absence of your boyfriend was somewhat stressful. You would ride through the farm for hours on weekends, and sometimes in the evenings after work. 

You had your family and some friends, yes, but... Mickey was special to you. He always had been, and he was particularly comforting now. You were more thankful for him than ever.

You and Joo Hyuk talked everyday, though some days it was only for ten or so minutes. But not a day went by when you didn’t hear his voice.

You also video chatted a few times a week which really helped. It always made your day that much better when you saw his face - and he always looked amazing, even if he had just woken up. It truly wasn’t fair (but it was since he was all yours).

You bought a plane ticket to Seoul about a month in advance, and the second it was purchased, you entered the date into a countdown app on your phone. 

Every day when you and Joo Hyuk would talk, he would ask you how many more days, even though you’d just told him the day before.

When you got down in the teens, you really started to get antsy. It had been almost three whole months since you’d gotten to touch your boyfriend. Hug him, kiss him, hold his hand... 

“Seven more days,” you said when you answered the phone a week before your flight was set to take off. “That’s just one week.”

“And we’ve already been through eleven weeks, so one week is nothing!”

You beamed, closing your laptop and spinning around in your office chair. You could afford to take a break right now.

“Three more days! Can you believe that?” you squealed after Joo Hyuk answered your video chat.

“No, but it’s almost midnight,” he muttered sleepily.

“Oh, sorry,” you whispered, biting your lip in slight embarrassment.

“How many more days?” Joo Hyuk asked when he picked up your call.

“One. One more day. A.K.A. I’m leaving tomorrow. Tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be here,” he sighed.

“What are we going to do first?”

“...Well, I know what I’d like to do,” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that... But after a thirteen hour flight, I’ll probably want to take a shower first.”

“Hey, that sounds like a good idea.” You could hear him smirking, and it made you blush.

Leaving now!!!! you messaged Joo Hyuk as your dad pulled up to your apartment complex.

Safe flight, baby. I’m heading off to sleep. Call me when you land.

You got it. Love you!

Love you, too

You fidgeted throughout the whole drive, and you’d never been more anxious to say good-bye to your dad. He understood, thankfully, but he still made you promise to be safe and responsible. A parent was a parent, no matter how old the child.

You checked your bag, went through security, and found a seat by your gate. You still had about an hour before you boarded your flight, so you got out your phone and start playing a game.

You were so concentrated on your game, you jumped a little when a phone call popped up on your screen. You furrowed your brow when you saw who it was, wondering why they would be calling...

“Hello?”

A few moments later, your jaw dropped. Your heart dropped. “Wh-what?” you asked, stunned. “Oh my god.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, feeling tears well up in your eyes. No. No, this couldn’t be.

“Okay, I’m coming,” you mumbled, your voice choked up with emotion.

You stood after hanging up, making your way back to security and into the airport lobby. You ran up to the airline desk, telling them to stop your bag from getting on your plane. You would have to come back and pick it up later, and you thanked them profusely for offering to hold it for you.

You hailed a taxi after darting out the doors, tears now streaming down your face. You gave the driver the address of your destination... and then you got out your phone.

You knew Joo Hyuk was sleeping already, but you had to call him. You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited through the rings for his voicemail.

Once you heard the beep, you took a deep breath, hoping you would be able to speak clearly enough for him to understand.

“Hey,” you began, sniffling. “It’s me. I can’t -- I’m not getting on the plane. I’m sorry, but it’s --” You let out a sob, pressing your hand to your forehead.

“It’s Mickey. Something about a heart aneurysm... I’m not too sure, but... he’s gone.”

Part 9

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