#Cant believe i forgot to drop this for your birthday!!! Forgive me!

[crzyimp]

Wander and Monkey: Dragon Boat Festival

Prompt: The duo at the dragon boat festival making Zongzi and Monkey(Wukong) missing his family

Warning: Angst, but with comfort

Author's Note: A day late, but this is for my friend @sparrow-in-boots request and birthday gift! Feel free to send an ask or prompt if you liked my story. Inbox is open!

How on earth in all their centuries of living did they end up here, here making sticky rice balls, what's the word again? Zongzi, that was the name, wrapped in bamboo leaves to eat later or to toss it into the river. Wander didn't want to linger in the village during what seems to be a festival just around the corner, honoring a beloved poet or worshiping gods and dragons alike; several scents overwhelmed their nose as children and women walked by with silk sachets or the wormwood and calamus. Something about the smell irritated them and the last time they asked someone, they got strange looks and the logic behind it all was to ward away evil spirits. Their eyes drift over to Monkey, too absorbed in noticing he's being watched.

Their once tattered clothes and furs were finally replaced after enough complaints from Monkey about ‘scaring the locals more than him’ or ‘You look more beastly than man’; now most of their wardrobe matched the locals, all but their furry cloak and their walking staff. Over the long journey since they left home, there are still some things they can't let go, at least a keepsake of their homeland; how they long to return, but know deep in their hearts they can't. Wander shift their thoughts at how they got into this mess, well the one Monkey dragged them in.

Monkey, the same stubborn fool, asked Wander to stay and observe the upcoming festival. When he heard a quick and harsh no, all hell broke loose; the tiny bastard kept pulling and yanking their hair back to the village, the colorful words he used (certainly picked that up from Wander), to biting and kicking, normally the harassment or abuse they can easily ignored or brush off, but it had more power and gruffness that Monkey never had before. Wander soon relented and agreed to stay longer, just to get him to stop, their eyes still linger on him.

“Hey Monkey, why did you want to observe this festival so badly? It's not like we never encountered this before.” Wander’s ears twitch as the melodious hum, Monkey still focus on his zongzi. They continue as they shift back to their own zongzi, “Didn't we see this five years ago? Weren't the people there worshiping a god or a dragon? I recall seeing those folks on decorated boats.” They laughed at the memory, “And I happened to remember you jumping on one boat with a family close to the river's edge.” Monkey stopped, his eyes locked on the zongzi and the edge of his lips tugs downwards. “Oh, didn't they offer to invite us for dinner after we cleared the air? That's right,...” They nod to themselves in thought, “...the entire family was visiting as a reunion, it was certainly a sight to see; some seeing each other for the first time in years, or bringing new additions to the family like a spouse or a child. Must be nice for everyone to see each other again.”

whamp!

Their body jerks and the table shook, Monkey stared long and hard at his smashed zongzi splattered on the wooden table with some of the rice sticking on his callous hands. “Monkey's going to get more rice.” he said abruptly with an unrecognizable tone, Wander didn't had the chance to object that the two still had a full bowl of rice left when he marched off. Their eyes watched him head towards the direction of their camp; most people refused to lodge them due to the duo’s appearance, but neither of them minded as they were both at home beneath the stars. Still though, it concerns them that Monkey left like that, but it's also clear as day to them that he needs time to be alone. So they give him time to himself and wait for his return.

They waited for nearly two hours before their stomach twisted itself into a knot and a frown on their lips. Rolled up sleeves, sticky hands stained with fruits and nuts, and a completed batch of zongzi for the intended goal later on. And yet, Monkey hasn't arrived back with a better mood or a smile; instead Wander stands alone with knitted brows, hastily grabbing everything and marching back to camp. Normally he's back in ten minutes, thirty at most, but it's rare, too rare, that he's gone for this long.

Wander pays no mind when people move to the other side of the road or the whispered stares as they briskly walk past. Walk past the village’ outskirt and into the trees, close to the river, but just a little over at the edge of its rocky banks, and finally next to a fallen tree is where camp was set up. Their eyes wide at the sight of the only bedroll thrown half-hazardly over the ashy firepit and supplies scattered everywhere with Monkey's back towards them.

“Monkey!” everything falling from their hands, their vision blur, and the sudden burning friction on their knees as they rush to his side. Ignoring the mess, the potential culprit, the future clean up, the only thing that concerns them was their beloved friend. Their hands on him as fingers touch and feel for anything out of place, his body slumps into Wander's body before he climbs into their lap.

“Wander” his voice quiet and soft, small hands clasp tightly against their robes as Monkey buries his face and body into their chest. “I…I miss'em, I miss my family…” His body shakes and his tail curls in. The reason for his departure earlier. “I miss them so much and yet I can't remember what they sound like or their faces. It's been fifteen years and I'm scare Wander, I'm scared I'm going to die alone!”

Arms, arms bigger and stronger than his encase him, a hand nudges him to the sound of a beating heart and the other gently grooming him as he sobs. He feels his friend, his sole companion in his lonely journey, press their lips on the crown of his head, and in a warm whisper: “You have me.”

His arms, his gangly and hairy arms clasp behind their back, embracing them tightly and takes a deep breath. Taking in the comforting scent, their scent, a scent that reminisce of home and happy times. “Thank you, my beloved friend. Thank you.”

[wwoodaengie]

ship (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

You and Hange are seated on the bleachers in front of the soccer field as you watch the football team do their warm-ups.

“And you invited me here because?” you asked Hange who never spoke ever since you arrived, which is probably a good 5 minutes.. 

“Levi is attractive.” you rolled your eyes at her statement. “So, why not?” she asked looking at you. “Ugh, Hange for the last time i am not asking him out and no, I don't like him! Why did you even invite me here, aren’t you supposed to be in class?!” you said. “Shouldn’t you be at class too?” Hange said. “My classes are done.” you said. 

The both of you looked back when you heard a thud, but you saw no one so the both of you  just shrugged it off.

Hange begged you to stay and watch the whole training of the football team. You picked your things up and started walking down the bleachers to go back to your dorm. “You guys should really date, you look good together.” Hange said. “How do you know we look good together?” you asked. She opened her ipad and showed a sketch of the both of you. “What the hell?! Hange, i know you’re an art major but what the fuck?” you pulled turned the ipad off and looked around to make sure no one saw the drawing. 

You were roommates with Hange and ever since he laid eyes on Levi and you, she never stopped talking about how you should date the football player. 

Levi is not a stranger to you, to the both of you. 

The 3 of you sat beside each other during the first year orientation, you started to hangout with Hange often and you shared a couple of classes with Levi, 

But you are not friends with him, more of like a colleague as you always explain to Hange. 

You never shared deep conversations, you never hung out with him, and you never talked to him at parties.

But, (as to what will Hange say)

You watched his games.

You wish him good luck.

You congratulated him if they win.

You shared your homework with him.

You wished him a happy birthday

You get invited to parties and you see him there, but you only nod at each other. 

There are obviously no reason to agree with Hange. 

Although he is cute, he is quite popular, very quiet, classy, and mysterious. Levi is like the man who came out of a YA movie and every girl liked him. 

The next day you were walking in the hallways of you building, you saw levi, so you smiled and continued to walk, but you were surprised when he suddenly sat in front of you at the cafeteria during lunch.

You raised your eyebrows-

“What’s not to like about me?” he asked. “Excuse me?” you asked confused. 

“Yeah, what's not to like with my friend.” A brown-haired man sat beside you. “See, I heard you talk about him with Hange the other day, so i asked Hange if you liked him and she said no, so now we are asking you if you don’t like my friend.” The brown haired guy, who is probably his teammate said. “Sorry, what is happening? and  why are you bugging me?” you asked. “I just wanted to know.” Levi said. 

You stood up and prepared to leave--

“Go out with me then, if you still don’t like me then i’ll leave you be.” Levi said.  

You are completely dumbfounded and confused with what's happening, so you just left and ignored Levi’s question. 

-- 

Miche laughed and looked at Levi who was looking at the retreating figure of the girl he just asked out. 

Levi glared at Erwin which made him stop laughing. “You shithead said it was gonna work” Levi started to walk away from the table. The blonde man stood beside him and draped his arm over at Levi’s. “ I said just ask her out, because obviously your little stunts with Hange is not working on her. Come on man, it's been 2 years, grow some balls and just ask her--” “I just did, she ran away. Are you bind?” Levi said with red ears and red face. 

You became Levi’s apple of the eye.

Ever since that freshman orientation, he wanted to ask you out many months ago but football happened. So instead of confessing his feelings to you, he confessed to Hange instead.

“I like y/n.” Levi said as he blocked Hange’s way. “Okay? Obviously i’m not her, so don’t expect me to blush and pass out. Excuse me.” she said and left. 

That day Levi couldn’t focus on training, he injured his foot. 

“Get well soon, Levi” 

Levi almost choked himself when he heard your voice, he looked up to say thanks but he was speechless, damn your such angel, he thought. So he just nodded. 

The only people who knew about his feelings were Hange, who is not even his friend, as of the moment and Miche, his teammate who ‘just’ knew. 

Levi can’t remember how he managed to convince Hange to set him up with you. 

“It’s not working anymore, ask her out yourself.” Hange said over the phone one day after practice. “Of course it won't work you asked her to ask me out who the hell does that?” 

“It’s the 20th century girls are allowed to do that.” Hange explained. “I know, but you only ask people you like SHE doesn’t like me.” 

Levi is frustrated as ever.

When he dropped the phone. Miche was already behind him. 

“Go shower, you smell like shit.” said Miche. Levi gave him the middle finger and went to the bathroom. 

“You know if you really like her! Man up and ask her out yourself!” Miche shouted. 

And that’s how he found himself asking you out on a very random day.. And time. 

And.. now you left.. 

You probably think of him as a weirdo. 

--

“And then I left.”

You are now hanging out with Hange to continue your interrupted lunch a while ago. You told her about what happened. 

“And I know its rude to not answer him and leave but i was pretty shocked” you explained.

“Well, what would you say if you didn’t leave?” Hange asked. 

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came. 

“Okay, Do you think I should go out with him?” you asked. 

“Excuse me? Did your little mind forgot how long I was convincing you?” Hange raised her brows. 

You bit your lip and grabbed your phone to call Levi. 

“You have his phone number?” Hange asked. “Yeah, academic purposes.” you said and dialled his phone. 

-

Levi couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

You are calling him. 

You.

The girl he likes you.

Y o u 

“Oh for fucks sake Levi answer the goddamn phone.” Miche said.

“Hello?”

“Uhh, hi is this Levi?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh, uhm, hi Levi I-i just wanted to apologize a while ago, I didn’t mean to leave like that I was just-just you know, shocked.” 

He was smiling, like a fool. 

“That’s fine.” Levi said. He looked at Miche who is mouthing ‘ASK HER OUT!!’ 

“Yeah so about that--” 

“Can we meet? I’m at the field.” you said. 

Levi is on his way to the field his mind is in rumbles on what’s gonna happen. 

Did Hange told her? 

Is he gonna get rejected?

What the hell? 

He didn’t even start? 

You’re seated on the bleachers when he arrived. He looked at you and he just cant help but admire your face as your hair was blown by the wind. 

You smiled at him.

“Hey” your said. 

Levi just gave you a nod. 

“So a while ago, uhm..-”

“Do you still want to go out with me?” Levi asked. 

You bit you lip to prevent you smile as you nod. 

“Really? Seriously?” Levi excitedly asked. 

“Yeah.” you said as you chuckled. 

“Okay so uhm, when are you free?” Levi asked. “Anytime” you said. “Movie? Tomorrow night? -- oh no, that sucks. Uhm, dinner tomorrow at the diner, okay with you?” 

“Yeah, that’s okay with me.” you said. 

“Great, see you then.” Levi said and just looked at you. 

“So, i’ll go now.” you said. 

Levi nodded, so you started walking away. 

You went back with a smile on your face thinking about what just happened.

a/n: hi, welcome to the club, Levi. also, please please forgive me with this it bugged me the whole day. anyw, enjoy (please) 

also is thif fluffy enough. idk how it feels, wala na nagpapakilig sa akin. chz.

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Silence is Golden?

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N don’t get into a lot of fights, but this one will leave you speechless...literally.

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night

A/N: Hey! Did you know I created a Masterlist?! You can view here (X)!

Every couple has their good and bad days. Some people will even say it’s healthy to have a little dispute once and awhile. For Y/N and Tom, the bad days just kept on coming. Maybe it was due to the work piling up on Y/N’s plate lately, or the fact that Tom was stressing about going to Berlin in 2 weeks for his work. Either way, both of them were under pressure, and with everything going on, it’d be no surprise that even the smallest things would irritate them.

“Tom I told you to put your luggage off to the side. One of us is going to trip with all this shit in our room.” Y/N scolded as she pushed the black luggage to the side of wall.

Tom was sitting in bed, rolling his eyes at his fiance’s comment and went back to focusing on his script. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if you just cleaned the room every weekend like you were supposed to do.” He grumbled as he highlighted his lines.

“I was working the entire weekend. I told you I had a huge release to prep for and last time I rememebered I’m your fiance not your maid. It wouldn’t kill if you could just do some of the chores in the house instead of having me, Harry, Harrison, or Tuwaine do it for you.” She argued, glaring down at Tom with her arms crossed. “Just cause your some hot shot celebrity doesn’t mean you can just sit there and do jack shit.”

Tom looked at her with surprise and anger. He just about had it up to here with her nagging. Tom loves Y/N, but sometimes, like tonight, she was really getting on his nerves, and the next few things he says to her were not so pretty. “Can you just shut up?! You’re always telling me what to do, what not to do, to stop doing this and stop doing that, and god the never-ending chatter that comes out of your mouth.” He spits out not even paying attention to how Y/N was reacting. “Some people actually do prefer some peace and quiet. God, I really can’t wait to go to Berlin just so I don’t have to hear that god awful nagging of yours.” Tom shakes his head as he looks back at his script, until he realized what just came out of his mouth...complete and utter bullshit that he didn’t mean.

It was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. In fact she was speechless, not really knowing what to say to his rant. It hurt a lot, as if her heart had just broken in a million pieces. If there was one thing you needed to know about Y/N, it was that she valued everyone’s view and opinion of her. So, you can best believe that if someone had a problem with her, she would not take it lightly. When it comes from the person you love the most...well...one can’t even begin to fathom how much it could hurt.

Tears were forming and streaming down her eyes, as small sniffles start to escape. Her tiny hands balling up into a fist. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. “Well, if thats how you feel then, I don’t know why you’d want to be with a person that doesn’t shut up...Cause clearly I’m not good enough.”

Tom starts to sit up on the bed and lean towards her, trying to apologize profusely, but it was a lost cause that couldn’t be taken back. She runs out of the room with her stuff as she moves to the guest room to cry herself to sleep. Tom stays in their bedroom as he looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed face. “What have I done?” He whispers to himself, only praying they would be able to make up in the morning.

The next day, Tom wakes up extra early to prepare a ‘Sorry I’m such a div. Please forgive me’ breakfast with chocholate chip pancakes, bluerberry smoothies, and apple turnovers from her favorite coffeshop in London. And if that wasn’t enough...he had also brought her a bouquet of red roses. He awaited for her to come down, with everything set. As the boys came by to eat their share of the breakfast, Y/N comes down to akward silence. Everyone staring at her and Tom standing in the middle smiling with flowers in hand.

“Morning Y/N.” The boys say in unison.

“Morning boys...Tom.” Y/N mumbes the last word as she makes her way. They continue to talk and eat amongst themselves as Y/N looks for a seat to sit at, but sadly the only one available is the one next to Tom. He looks at her with his brown puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to sit next to him. Y/N gets the message as she rolls her eyes, and tales the seat. He present her the flowers once again, smiling off his boyish charm. “Darling, Im so sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you so much.”

Y/N takes the flowers and nods, as she goes back to her breakfast. She ate rather quickly as to make sure she didnt have to deal with anyone and went straight back to the guest room. Tom slouches in his seat, sighing in defeat. “Great the silent treatment.” He says out loud.

“Damn, Tom you must have really fucked up.” Tuwaine said as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Yeah mate, what did you do?” Harrison asked, intrigued by his best friend’s dilemma.

“You couldn’t hear them? They fought because Tom couldnt do a simple job and then called Y/N a talkative nagging piece of work” Harry answered him, stifiling a laugh. “Im sure the whole world could have heard him.”

“You also forgot, how he said he’d rather be in Berlin than be here with her.” Tuwain mentioned.

Tom glares at his younger brother and Tuwaine, giving them a good shove on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one that had to get his shit together.” Harry defends taking his last bite.

“What do I do? She wont even talk to me and I went through all this work to apologize to her.” Tom asks as he stares at the floor solemnly. “I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

“I don’t know mate. Maybe just earn her trust again. Im sure youll both work it out...you always do.” Harrison reassures him as he makes his way to wash the dishes.

Later that night, Tom passes by Y/N as she makes her way to the bathroom across their bedroom. Tom tried his best to set up the bed as if she was staying with him, fluffing the pillows, pulking down the comforters, and turning up the AC. As Y/N finishes up, she sees him standing at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to join him. “Please? I cleaned up the room and gave you your favorite pillow because you know you cant sleep without it.” He pleads, pouting with his lower lip sticking up.

Y/N looks at the tidy room and the pillow he left her. She smiles when she takes notice of the the one pillow with flowers and ripped edges. It was her favorite pillow since she was 5 and sworn to everyone that it was the only pillowcase she could ever sleep peacefully in. With the thought and gesture Tom made today, Y/N figured it was the least she could do, though it didn’t mean he was forgiven compeltely yet. Tom smiles at his first victory as he climbs in the bed with her. He tries to snuggle closer and wrap his stron arm across her waist, whispering “I love you and I really am sorry.”

Y/N wasn’t too comfortable getting this close still, and ultimately took his hand that was on her waist and dropped it to his side. Tom, felt a slight hinge of sadness when she did that. She never refused his cuddles and anytime they had a fight they would always make up before rhe end of the day. He sighs loudly in silence. Y/N turns around to face his back, and leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which takes him by surprise. “I love you” she whispers, going back to her side of the bed.

The next day, Tom decides to take a quick trip to his parents house, who greet him with ipen arms. Though, both his parents, Paddy and Sam, notice the distress on his face. “What’s wrong son?” Tom’s mum asked with worry.

“Mum, Dad...I messed up.” He cries. “ I was just really stressed out this past week, with the movie, and the fans, and thinking about how I have to leave Y/N for Berlin...I-I- just said a lot of stupid things to her that I didnt mean.”

Tom’s mom rubs her son’s back as she tries to console him and calm his breathing. “There. There. Its going to be okay. You know Y/N loves you so much. Im sure you’ll both get through this.”

“That’s the thing mum. I don’t know if we can. She won’t even talk to me. I made her breakfast gave her flowers and even cleaned our room liek she asked me too. I don’t know what else to do to show her that I truly sorry.I told her I can’t wait to go to Berlin so I did have to hear her talk, but thats far from the truth. I don’t want to leave her when we’ve had all this time together.”

“Hmm...perhaps you should do the things that she doesn’t ask you to do. You know Y/N is also stressed with her job as well, she might not have time to get around to all the things that need to be done. Also tell her how you really feel besides that you’re sorry and you love her. You know both of you have had a hard week and there’s a lot of feelings bottled up inside. Just be honest with your feelings. I know you didn’t mean it and Im sure she knows too.”

Tom smiles at the last sentence, realizing the two haven’t really committed to the rules they promised each other, be honest and communicate with each other. “You’re right, Mum. I cant even remember the last time we really talked.” Tom got up up quickly whiping away the dry tears. “I’m gonna go make things right with Y/N. Thank you for everything. I love you.” Tom hugs his mother, before he makes his way ready to set things right.

As he pulls up to the house, Tom is ince again by the door with flowers in hand. Y/N sliently looks at him as she tilts her head curious as to why he’s on his toes...and with more flowers in hand. “Look you don’t have to say anything because I’m gonna be doing all the talking right now.”

Y/N looks at him in surprise, intrigued to hear what he has to say this time. “Y/N. Im know. im such a dumbass, clueless, and careless bloke who didn’t stop to think about your feelings and the things you wanted from me. I should have helped around more, I should asked how you were , and I definitely should have pushed my luggage to the side of the wall like you asked me too many times.” He says chuckling nervously. “And I know I fucked up, but Im really going to to try to make it an effort to listen more, and help you as much as I can. And Im so sorry for being so distant, I just I had a lot on my mind and the fact that I have to leave you, in two weeks when this has been the longest we’ve spent time together, it made me more sad.” Y/N looks at him with a sympathetic smile, almost ready to accept his apology. “So look, I know you’re probably still mad and everything, but Im really hoping this makes it up for you because I really do love you. Every single thing about you and theres only two more weeks before I leave and I want to spend every day, hour, minute, and second with you.”

There’s silence in the air as Tom looks into her eyes, trying to find some answer. “Every day, hour, minute, and second?” She questions him smiling. Tom’s face lights up with the brightest smile hes ever out on. He drops the flowers and hugs her even more tightly than he did with his mother, spinning her around. Nothing sounded better than hearing her laugh, it’s been far too long. He cups her face, kissing her passionately only to pull away and move the stray hairs from her face. Taking in every single detail of her face. “Yes. Ever day, hour, minute, and second..so lets not waste anymore time.” He grabs her hand as he rushed her to their room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She yells with laughter. Tom sulks and groans, “Aw, what now?”

“You didnt even ask if I forgave you, yet?”

“Well...” Tom says pretending to think “Do you forgive me?”

Y/N looks at him, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s go. Got to show you how much I appreciate and love you.” Tom smiles as he pulls her away.

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[ninzied]

another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “���S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

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DRAMARAMA (Jimin Scenario)

Cast  : Jimin(BTS) , Readers, Hyungwon (Monsta X), Seoyeon.

Pairing  : Jimin x Reader

Genre : A lot of Angst waiting for you.

Recommend Song : Dramarama by Monsta X - Hirari Hirari by Hatsune Miku.

To tell the world that you are the most upset and unfortunate girl, is understandment. They said, all person in the world deserved to be loved. Each person deserved to be at least feel loved by the one they love the most. But these kind of talk specifically didn’t apply to you.

               You always love this one boy. A neighbor boy in your hometown in Busan. You already liked him since he help you from some kids who likes to bullied you in elementary school. Since that day, both of you almost like to spend your time being together. You both are inseparable, many of other friends of yours always think that the two of you would ended up being together. But that’s not what actually what happen.

               When your heart still always waiting for him, you watched him get a girl and then watched how that girl break him into million pieces. The thing is, no matter how much you said the girl didn’t deserve his attention, Jimin still love her. Then, it leaves you to gather and mend all the pieces of his broken heart with a tiny bits of hope that he will return your feelings.

               Surprisingly,five years ago when you finally have the courage to confess your feeling to him, he said yes to you. But of course deep down you know that you are probably only a replacement of her. A rebound. They said once you are blinded by love, nothings matter anymore. Knowing the fact that you are only a replacement didn’t matter to you . As long as he is by yourside, you are fine.

               But you have know…

               Nothing will right when you know you are only a replacement…

               At first, it feels like nothing new to your relationship with Jimin. But once his career start sky rocketing, he often ditching you. He start distanceing himself from you. Even when you both are together, he prever to focus on his phone. He never kiss you on your lips. He only give a small peck and a kiss on forehead. Nothing more. This least for three year. He even always forgot your anniversary. It is either he is on schedule or he purely forgetting it. He even stop remembering your birthday two years ago. But being blind and foolish girl you are, you keep forgiving and keep making excuse for him.

               “He must be busy.”

               “He just busy.”

               “he must be really tired..”

And bunch other plently of excuse that already came out from your mouth for him. Your friends always telling you to confront him, but you are afraid of the result. What if he will tell you he want a break and end the thing for sure? You don’t want that. That’s why you prefer to suffer alone and keep hurting from loving him too much.

Until three months ago, during your small date with Jimin in a café you met with one person you are most afraid. That girl…Seoyeon.

               The girl who broke Jimin into million pieces.

               His ex…

               She is back.

You still remember how big Jimin smile was when he saw her. And how your already broken heart start to cracking again. You still remember how happy Jimin look like when she gave him a hug.You still remember the look of underestimating she gave to you and how she smirk at you. You still remember very clearly that, that day was the first day you start doubting yourself.

               After that day, Jimin become more and more distant. He only came to you when you beg him to. And it will never last long. After one hour, he will making excuse to go out. He rarely text you first. You guys often get into an argument, but it will always you the first person who apologize. Each day, you become more and more empty and lost. You keep doubting yourself. Telling yourself that nobody needs you and you are always a burden. You yearn nothing but the death of you everyday. Wishing that when you close your eyes, you are no longer breathing. But you are afraid. Afraid to actually kill yourself. Because you still thinking about Jimin.

What if that girl break him again? Who will be there for him? Will he be okay when you are gone? That’s what you keep thinking. Stupid, but yes. Even after being this broken, you still make him your first priority.But on the other side, you cant keep doing this. This is not good for you and him. This will bring him down somehow. So you take one last chance to prove yourself and him. To see if he really does care of you even the slightest bits or not.

               Next month is your 5 years anniversary.An anniversary you and him never celebrate before. You will celebrate it with him this time again. If he come, then you will give a try for this relationship and tell him honestly what when wrong. But if he didn’t…you will forever disappear from his life. That’s the deal.

               After telling Jimin about your anniversary plan, he agree to come. You should be happy when knowing this, but instead you feel really nervous. Jimin always agree to it before but he never actually come during the day. You shook your head, trying to get off those things from your head. You believe Jimin will come this time. He will come.

               The next month, you spend with searching for the best dress you could wear and taking a few facial care for your face. You want to at least being pretty for him even if he doesn’t really pay attention to you.You become a bit more lively after being depressed for so long. Because you believe Jimin will come.

               Of course…

               You should have know…

               Today is the day. Your anniversary of five years is today. The day you have been waiting for. You already message Jimin this morning telling him a happy anniversary incase he forgot again. For the rest of the day, you spend your day pampering yourself. Do a lil simple makeup Jimin likes, preparing the gift you have for him and styling your hair.

               You are so nervous that you come one hour earlier from the time you tell Jimin. You walk inside the very familiar restaurant. A restaurant where you always planned to celebrate your anniversary, but never actually had. Almost all the staff and the waitrer/waitress recognize you. They always try to confort you after Jimin stood you up each year, but today you come with a very bright smile that make them smile instantly.

               “Always looking very pretty Miss.” Said one of the waiter who is very familiar with you. He gave you a smile and you return it with a bright one.

               “Thank you Yoojeong. And I always tell you to just call me (y/n) but you never listen.”you said to him and he chuckle at you. He then guide you to your specific seats for tonight. The same seat. After placing your bottle of wine, all the staff excuse themselves and leave you alone in your seat. You wait patiently for Jimin to came. You look outside the window of the restaurant. Looking at the cloudy sky above. That actually gave you a bit of uneasy feeling, but you try to be positif.

‘Only for this night..Jimin will come (y/n). He will.’

 You wait..

Wait for him..

1 hour passed…you still believe him.

2 hours passed….you still believe him..

4 hours passed…you believe he will come…

6 hours passed…your smile start to drop…

6 hours 30 minute…the waiter come to you..

“Miss…im sorry…” he didn’t need to tell you what he is going to say. You all too familiar with it.You look up at him then at your phone before you dialing Jimin number, putting all your last hope in it…

“ The number you are calling is not active---“

               That’s…

               When everything changes..

                 After leaving the restaurant as fast as you could, you start walking around aimlessly in the middle of night of Seoul. Tears keep coming out from your eyes. The winter cold night didn’t bother you as you cant feel anything beside the big hope crushing down on you, made by the person you trust the most. You still cant believe that Jimin stood you up again. You believed so much in him, but he break it into another pieces after you work so hard to mend them alone.

               You should have know that you are nothing to him. You are only his friend. He will always cradle to the girl who break him and never look at you. After all, you are only a replacement. And it hurts so much. It hurt so much because you still love him.

               You walk into a han river. Thinking it might calm you down before you get home an pack you things to leave tomorrow. Walking with head on the floor, you didn’t notice a man infrond of you so you bump into him. Not that strong but making you wooble a bit, but the man hand stop you from falling.

“Im sorry, are you okay?” said the man to you. You look up to see a very young and handsome boy. Dress up in pin-strip suit while holding an umbrella. You stood properly while giving an apologize to him.

“im sorry. I walk without seeing infront of me.” You said to him.

“Its fine. “ said the man. Without saying other things, you walk past him, you don’t really want to deal with people asking about you right now. But after 5 steps from him, you heard him ask again.

“Are you okay?” he ask you.

You stoped but didn’t look back at him.

Are you really okay?

Or course you are—

“I’m not okay.”

                 I know im not the best boyfriend ever. Hell I will be the worst of the worst. I know well that I always threat (y/n) awfully. She always try her best to stay by myside in my worst state. She will always be the first person who I run to when I got  bad day. And I know how much she loves me. I love her too, but when I saw Seoyeon, I cant help but getting back the feeling I had for her long ago. Although im with (y/n) now, I always know that Seoyeon is the one that only in my heart. I always want to end things with (y/n) because I know I hurt her. But im so egoist, I want to keep her all by myself. I cant picture her with other man beside me. I just cant.

               But I decide that I have to let go of (y/n). she deserve someone better than me. That’s why I ignore her. I block her number from my phone and avoid her as much as I can. It feel so wrong and coward I know. But I cant see her heart breaking face when I told her I want to break up.

               Last night, I had this particular uneasy feeling all over me. Like…the world is trying to tell me something. Something bad that would happen…and the rain. It stay like that since last night until now. Its like the sky is crying over something..or someone.

               I was just hanging out with Seoyeon when we decide to take a lunch in a restaurant nearby while waiting for the raining to be done. When we enter the restaurant, Seoyeon didn’t notice this but I am. The staff and waitress/waiter all giving me a dirty look and unhappy feeling when they recognize my face. Im so confused because I remember correctly that I never enter this place and I never know any of them. So why they giving me those looks?

               I try to ignore them and just having my lunch with Seoyeon. We just eat and talk about our past. But then Seoyeon start talking bad about (y/n) in which I don’t like it. I don’t mind people talk about how shitty I am, but I don’t want to hear them talk bad about (y/n). not with her. She done nothing bad.

               When I was about to pay, I was greet by the waiter who suddenly scoof at me. I cant take it anymore. Why they become so rude to me.

“Excuse me, but I don’t know what I did to earn your dirty look. Did I ever do something to any of you in this restaurant?” I said out of annoyance. The waiter only giving me a unhappy chuckle cefore looking at me.

“You still have the guts to come here after doing those horrible things. “

“Excuse me?”

“I still can understand if it is only once or two but five years in a row? Unbelievable.” He still said with a mocking tone. Im growing impatient as im so lost here.

“What are you talking about? I never going to this restaurant before.”

The waiter only look at me, giving me those disbelieve eyes before one other waiter come to him and give him the box before he shove the box to me.

“Maybe this will refresh your memory a bit.” He said in cold tone. I look at him before looking at the box in my hands. I open the lid and see a cake inside of it. There was a sentences written on the top.

‘Happy Anniversary – Park Jimin & (y/f/n)’

“No need to pay for your food. Just take is as your girlfriend paymend because she never eat anything despite paying for it before. “ and then the waiter leave me with box of cake there.

 We immedietly leave the restaurant after that. I then go to (y/n) place. Leaving behind Seoyeon without looking back. I bring the cake with me. On my way, I keep thinking about how stupid I am. I already promising (y/n) about those dinner with her. Yet I hurt her again by forgetting it. By letting my ego again. Its already the fifth I stood her up. I cant stand seeing how broken she was each time I bail her out. And I done it again. This time I’m sure she wont forgive me again, but I still want to apologize to her.

               When I was arrive at her apartment, it sure was empty. Its like she haven’t been there for sometime.

‘She must be sleeping in one of her friends house. She figures I will find out and try to apologize to her again.’

               I was planning to wait for her in her apartment, but I cant since I have a schedule tomorrow. So I left the cake on the table and a memo for her, telling her to immedietly call me when she saw this. Then I left her place after making sure to lock them again.

               A week passing by and (y/n) still haven’t called me. I tried to call and text her before but she didn’t reply any of them and the call just went straight to her voice mail. Each day, I grow a bit uneasy and worried. Did she leave me for good this time? Is she really breaking up with me? All of those though keep interfering with my focus. The hyungs often scold me for being sloopy and not focus while practicing. Fortunately, we got two days off since today is Christmas eve. I really want to spend this night with (y/n) but I still cant get a hold of her. I tried to contact all her friends but none of them ever saw her since that night.

               For some reasons, today I got a really horrible feeling in a pit of my heart. I look at the sky above me from the window in my room. The sky is so dark tonight and the snow is falling hard. What is this feeling? What is this horrible feeling I always felt since a week ago?

               My though got interrupted when I heard a knock on my door.

“Jimin –ah, someones want to see you. Come to the living room immedietly.” It was Namjoon hyung voice. His voice is a bit..tense. who is it?

               I get up from my bed while bringing my phone with me. When I get to the living room, I saw two police officers sitting on the sofa with Namjoon hyung, Jin hyung and Jungkook. Why would the police want to see me? Did I do something?

               “Umm…good evening sir. I believe you want to see me?” I said politely to them. They said yes and told me to sit infront of them.

               “Are you by any chance Park Jimin-sshi right?” one of the officer ask me and I nodded my head. Suddenly, the horrible feelings keep growing and about to burst from my stomatch each time the clock passed. One of them then take out something from the bag they hold and they taking out a small picture in a plastic bag inside. A picture of me.

               “Do you by any chance recognize this picture sir?” they ask me. I take the picture and take a look at it. Of course I recognize this picture. It is the picture of me smiling while playing in the beach when I was celebrating my acceptance in bighit with (y/n) before. This picture should be with (y/n) while I got her in my wallet. Why do they have this?

               “Y-yes…I know this picture. This belongs to my girlfriend…” I said to them. Without knowing why, my tears suddenly gather in my eyes. I don’t know why but I feel like what they will said next will broke me completely. And I don’t want to hear that.

               “Then sir, do you mind coming to the Hospital. We need you to do a check up on something.” They said with a slight pity and sympathy in their tone. I don’t want them.

               “im sorry for asking sir, but could you tell us what exactly happen? And what it have to do with my members?” Namjoon asking the police since I cant let out any word from my lips. I don’t want to hear them. I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me anything!

“This morning, someone just discovering a dead body of women buried underneat the snow in the park near here. We could find any identity card on her, but the woman holding those picture tightly in her hands…”

                 Jimin walk out from the rogue into the empty hall of the hospital limply. Eyes bloodshot but the light already disappear from there.

                 She was found dead undearneat the snow all this time. That’s why nobody ever saw her.But this morning, some kids who playing in the park decide to dig in the place she was put and discover a dead woman inside it.

                 He keep walking without care of people around him seeing him and giving him either weird look or pity look as tears keep falling from his eyes.

                 She was dead because of gun shot and bloodlost. There also a hitting mark on her side of skull and three stabbing wound on her abdomen.

                 Image of your lifeless face on the cold table keep playing in his mind. It was really you. It is you they found dead, alone in that horrible place. He wish it was not you, he wish it was other girl, but no. it is you who is killed.

                 Apperently, she was killed because she witnessing a murder of the recent serial killer. She was not suppose to be killed, but she was on the wrong place and wrong time. She war near the murder place when she saw it all. Unfortunatelt, the killer saw her and decide to kill her right away. The killer already arrested though.

                 Jimin stop in the middle of a really empty and dark hall of the hospital. He no longer have the strength to walk. He slam his fist on the wall on his right while his knee slowly give up on him and he fall to the ground.

                 We just found her body now. But we can assume that she was killed a week ago.

                 A week ago. During his anniversary night. You was killed during the night both of you should be happy. But no. instead of receiving all the happiness you deserved, you got murdered. On the night he decide to be a jerk. Indeed he wish you would just go from his life. But not like this. You still have a long way ahead. You still have your dream. Yet it was all shattered now.

               If only…if only he was there with her…if only he came… if only he was with her, he could prevent all of this from happening. You could be alive right now…breathing and happy.

               “Why?! Why am I so stupid?! I can prevent all of this but No!” he cried his eyes out on the ground. Gripping and pulling his hair until his scalp screaming for him to stop before his gonna rip his hair. Endless guilty feeling washing over him. She always saving him, but he cant save her. She ended up losing her life because of his ego.

               “God..if you can hear me…I want to start it over…I promise! I promise I will fix it all! I promise I will cherish her like nobody in this world matter to me anymore! I promise….” He put his face on the palm of his hands and crying alone. The though of you no longer in this world and further more it was mostly because of his faulth just eating him alive.

               “Are you willing to risking everything if I give you the chance to turn back time?”

Jimin jump in his place when he heard a new voice coming from above him. He release him palm from his face and look up. To see a young man not older than him, standing tall with his pin-strip suit and brown hair looking down to him with no emotion in his face. He is hoding an open up transparent umbrella in his left hand. Who is he? Who the hell in his mind bringing an umbrella inside a hall.

               “You didn’t answer me.” He ask once again. Snapping jimin out from his though. He scramble on his spot, trying to stand up.

               “Who..who are you..?”

               “My name is Hyungwon. You need to answer me. Do you willing to risking everything once you given the chance to turn back the time? To save the girl?” the man, Hyungwon ask Jimin oce again.

               “I will. I will take the risk if I got the chance…which is impossible. But I will sacrifice everything to save her. To avoid it.” Jimin said with determine in his voice.

               “Then I wil give you the chance.”

               “Ha? You mean you can turn back the time? Are you nuts? That kind of thing doesn’t exist in this world.” Jimin though that the man infront of him is one of the mental patience in this hospital and about to leave when he heard him again.

               “It is your only chance to see her alive again.”

               Jimin stop in his track and see Hyungwon again. This time the man holding a weird brown old fashioned watch in hid hand. That got into jimin attention.

               “I know its hard to believe but you need to if you want to save this era timeline.”

               “Save…the timeline?”

               “I am the watcher and the member of Chaldea. An organization in the far future that job is to fixing the error that happen in each timeline.And this era is just one of the many history I have to fix for the world to become balance. “

               “My job is to find out the one person that making the timeline error and try to fix them. When I arrive in this era, I though that girl, (y/n) is the key of the error of this world. That’s why I keep following her around to see where it went wrong. But I was wrong. She was the error that happen because of the mistake of the key.”

               “wait…I don’t really understand. She was the error? What do you mean of it?” Jimin finally ask after being too confused with his explanation.

               “She isn’t suppose to die that day.”

With this, Jimin eyes went wide. You are not suppose to die that night. He not suppose to find you die today.

               “There are mistake in this era that making this happen. She was not suppose to die. She still have a long way in her life. Yet because of the mistake, she ended up die. And this may cause unnecessary problem in the future. Including your death.” Hyungwon now staring right into Jimin eyes. Making the man gulping nervously.

               “My…death..?”

               “You are planning to kill yourself. And the news of your death will interfering with the other decision in life too. This may cause a chaos in this era. That’s why Park Jimin. You are the key mistake in this problem and you need to fix them.” Hyungwon said sternly. They grow silent for a moment.

               Jimin was thinking, if he could fix it that means he could see you again right? He could once again see you and give you what you deserved. If it is, then he will take the chance.

               “Tell me what I need to do.” He said. The determine and firm resolve could be seen in his eyes, and that making Hyungwon smiling gently.

               “All you need to do is fix everything. Fix what your mistake. You know very correctly what to do to prevent it. Make sure to use it wisely. I only can give you one chance to fix it. The rest is up to you.” Hyungwon then start doing something with his watch before clicking the start button on the side of the watch before the world around Jimin spinning and he felt sick and drowsy. Before darkness could embrace him, he hear Hyungwon for the last time.

“Learn from your mistake and take care of the person who is important to you before it is too late, Park Jimin.”

                   The next second Jimin snap up when he was sitting in a dinning table, with chopstick ready to pick a meat infront of him. All of him bandmates and Seoyeon is sitting infront of him. He blinked and trying to remember what actually happen.

               “Jimin? Whats wrong? You are spacing out haha.” Seoyeon voice snapping him once again. He  try to smile and resuma what he think he is doing before Hyungwon voice echo in his head.

“You only have one chance to fix everything…”

That’s when he remember what time it is. Today is your anniversary night. The day he will disappointing you again. The day you are murdered.

               He stood up immedietly from his seat, grabing his jacket and putting his shoes before he is dashing out from the dinner. Ignoring the yelling of his name from his member and Seoyeon. Right now everything is not important for him. All he think is you and you only. He run as fast as he can to the restaourant you are in. he know very well where it is and doesn’t need to see the map to know where is place. He ignoring the look of surprise people even his fans throwing him when knowing him running in the middle of the street like a mad man.

               When he finally arrive at the restaurant, he could see the surprise look the staff giving him, but doesn’t care. He just go inside without waiting for the staff to ask him who he is searching. As his eyes scanning the entire restaurant searching for you, he finally landed on the girl figure sitting at the corner of the restaurant, looking at the sky from the window.

(y/n)…

               When jimin eyes land on her, he cant help the tears that once again fall from his eyes. You are here. Alive. You are alive.

               He slowly made his way toward you. You still don’t know his presence since you just busy looking at the sky who is clear and snow beautifully start falling. You only realize when you heard his hoarse voice calling your name.

               “(Y/N)..”

               You look away from the sky toward the figure tanding infront of you. Clothes a bit mesy  with several snow resting on his body. Eyes teary and tears start falling from it. You utterly shock to see his state, thus you stand up immedietly and about to ask him what happen when he suddenly hug you tightly. You got surprise but reply his hug and rubbing his back when you heard him crying in your shoulder.

               “Jimin? What happen? Why are you crying dear?” you said trying to comfort him but all he did was tighten his hug like you will disappear if he release you. You utterly confused as of why Jimin suddenly become like this.

               “ You are here…you are here…” you could slightly hear him muttering several inaudible words but you don’t really understand what he mean.

               “yes im here dear. I wont leave you.i promise.” You said to him. He reluctantly release you and look at your eyes. You erase the tears that are still in the corner of his eyes and smile softly. At lease he really is here. You believe he will come. And here he is.

               “Whats wrong hun? Why are you crying like that? Do you really happy for our anniversary that you crying like this?” you try to joke and it success. He chuckle a but before kiss your fore head.

               “Yes…I really really want to meet you. Im afraid I could not see you again. That’s why I cry. I cry because im happy (y/n). and… I want to apologize for everything I do to you..” he is about to continue when your fingle blocked his lips from talking.

               “Lets eat the dinner first. After that you and I will have a looooong talk. Understand?” you said jokingly and he smile at you. Taking your face in his hand and start kissing you in your lips. Its different from the usual. Its like Jimin really putting all his life on this kiss. As if he just reunite with someone who he lost for the entire of his life. After release the kiss, you blushed and look away from Jimin who only smile at you. The both of them then start preparing to take dinner before Jimin eyes spotting a figure standing on the other side of the road holding an umbrealla with smile at his lips.

Hyungwon.

               Jimin throw him a smile and muttering a silent “thank you” to him while Hyungwon only smile gently and turn back toward the dark road before he disappear into the night.

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y/n forgets their birthday and the day after as an apology y/n surprise them with lingerie that have birthday ribbons & bows on it and say "since i forgot your birthday, how about i be your gift"? shy anon 🐻~

Here you go baby:)

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Jin:He’d rather hurt that you forgot his birthday, so much so that he’d even debate wanting to go over to your apartment when you had texted him. He’d take his time getting there but when he finally opened the door to see you walking out of the bedroom in nothing but a see through night dress all resentments would be dropped as you told him you were his present.

Yoongi:He’d honestly not care too much, he didn’t make a big deal about his birthday so there was no reason why you should. He’d even feel a little bad just by how bad you felt so when he made it to your apartment he half expected to comfort you all night. Instead he walked in to see you wearing a very skimpy three piece lingerie set. ‘What is this?’ He’d say, eyes sparking up and member twitching a little in anticipation.

Namjoon:He’d be stressed when you asked him come to your apartment. ‘Why cant you just come here?’ 'Because you need to come here.’ 'Coming here is the least you can do since you forgot.’ You’d say fuck it, grabbing a coat and going over to his place. You’d walk in and look at him with stern eyes and not caring that you were stood in the living room you’d drop your coat watching as his face lit up before he turned to Jimin and Jungkook who sat next to him. 'Excuse us.’ Is all he’d say before taking your hand and pulling you to his room.

Hoseok:He’d be upset that you forgot but he couldn’t risk loosing you so he kept it to himself. You knew just how upset it made him so when you texted him to come over he figured you would just be apologizing more, even though he really wanted to move past it. Still had make his way over and when he entered your apartment to see you in the lacy deep read lingerie his face would lift. 'Oh! Wait! You’d say shuffling back into your room before exiting once again with a big red bow stuck to your chest. 'Happy birthday Hobi, how about you unwrap your present.’ You’d say trying to be sexy but he’d just laugh and motion for you to come to him.

Jimin:He’d be a little sad you had forgot, it was his birthday after all, but nevertheless he’d still be happy to come over. He’d walk in and be confused by how dark it was, but the moment he heard his name he’d know exactly what was happening. You flicked the light on and spun the chair you had pulled from your home office around to face him. Seeing the huge smile he had on his face made you smile and he was soon dropping his things and crossing the room to pull you into a kiss.

Taehyung: He wouldn’t care that there wasn’t a cake or a present waiting for him from you, but he would care that you didn’t even bother to say happy birthday and by the time you remembered it was already to late. That’s how you found yourself all but naked, in the boys dorm, propping yourself up on Taehyungs bed. You heard everyone walk in and instantly regretted not having Tae go to your place. Thankfully he was the one to open his bedroom door and the moment he did his face went from upset to excited. He’d give you a big smile as his eyes trailed down your body. 'Don’t come in here.’ He’d yell to the hallway before locking the door to his bedroom and walking over to you.

Jungkook:He’d tell you he wasn’t mad but you’d know better to believe him by the way he was short towards you and slipped his usual 'good morning babe’ text you knew you had to do something. You texted him asking to come over and when he responded with a 'I’m to tired jagi, tomorrow?’ Youd scoff, knowing very well he wasn’t and trekked over to the dorms. After quickly changing your clothes into the skimpy black lace you only had seconds before he was walking into the room and dropping his bag. He’d look at you with wide eyes, a mixture of sadness and shock hidden behind them as you started to walk forward slowly. 'I’m sorry kookie… please forgive me.’ You said ending with placing your hands on his chest. He’d respond by kissing you gently and eventually smile into the kiss. 'You’re the best present I could wish for.’