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planet-hwa · 3 months ago

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BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 1 — 산

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genre a very small amount of angst but mostly plot word count 4.3k

warnings hierarchy systems, mentioned poverty, mentioned smoking and drinking, mentioned adultery?, gang affiliations, past friendship breakups, nicknames/pet names, swearing, mentions of anxiety — featuring woosang

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The town Mountain View was split, two sides of one coin: the Northside and the Southside.

When you walked through the Northside, the buildings screamed money, all the brick houses were the standard two stories with white picket fences protecting the front yards, a vegetable patch on one side and a swing set or monkey bars on the other. Housewives on their daily power walks with their french bulldogs on leash, the dog bags not being the only plastic they carried on their bodies. Bentleys and Rolls-royces parked in driveways and along the streets, a blinding shine coat on the body and one of those stick-figure family stickers on the back windows. Husbands returning from their high-paid office jobs decked with suits, briefcases and enlarged egos — all aiming to outclass one another with their yearly salaries and perfect families (at least, a facade of a perfect family). Students with their A+ grades and their private school uniforms, all hiding a social-shattering secret from their parents — whether that be cheating classes, smoking weed or fucking the neighbour’s mum when they’d go clean their pool.

All of it was like a page torn out of a high-end magazine or a scene cut from gossip girl.

But when you cross the tracks to the Southside, everything darkens.

Compared to the Northside, the Southside looked like utter trash. Multiple abandoned buildings that were now overrun by unfortunate homeless people, the only two shops being open was a small milk bar and an actual bar where all the residents drank themselves further into depression. There were few full houses, all of them practically crumbling to the step, but many caravans and trucks throughout the large self-made caravan park. Instead of cars through the streets, it was motorbikes owned by the strong-build, tattooed biker gang members: all of them wearing the same leather jackets that read ‘The Black Pirates’ with their logo on the back. Though the community was smaller, it was stronger than the Northside. Everyone had struggles and no one ever considered themselves to be superior to someone else.

The town was glued-stuck in a hierarchical system: rich vs poor, clean vs dirty, scholar vs drug addict. Each side was set to despise each other, the only one seeming to be somewhat in the middle being the mayor of the town, always attempting to keep the peace between each side.

So when the news broke that the Southside High School suddenly burst into flames over summer, the placements of the students turned the town into a frenzy. Parents of the Southside students worried that the lack of a school building will increase their kids chances of an, already, shitty education. And the Northside parents biggest worry was having the new students be put into the private school (not like they could afford it), and cause havoc and distractions on their perfect children’s education. The moment the mayor put out a statement saying ‘all junior students will be sent to Greenfield High School in the next town over, and all senior students will be sent to Mountain View Academy’, parents threatened to remove their students from the school and even leave the town for good.

And some people actually did because they believed themselves to be so above the “southside scum”. In reality, we all bleed the same colour even if the Northsiders claimed they bled gold.

Everyone expected the worst from the new students, but were they really that bad or just completely misunderstood?

Only one way to find out.

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“I can’t believe they’re coming to our school!” Yeosang huffed through the phone, falling back onto his bed and watching you on the screen as you speedrun the holiday homework that was left for the last minute: a stressful habit that occurred every school break. “AND they get to go here with no school fees at all! It’s completely unfair to us, why do we have to pay?”

“Our parents pay, not us.” You chuckled, a dramatic offended gasp leaving him as his hand clutched his chest like he was suffering a heart attack. Your best friend was a very dramatic person, overly dramatic some might say but it was one of your favourite things about him.

“Are you sure you aren’t just scared that you’re gonna see Wooyou-”

“Hey!” Yeosang shouted, causing you to slightly jump at the abrupt loudness. “I thought we agreed to never say that name or talk about that person again.”

The mood change within him was instant, memories of his past friendships flooded into his brain as he was reminded that tomorrow, they’d see each other again after all these years — possibly even be in the same homeroom. You felt bad for bringing it up but unfortunately for him, it was necessary.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised in a whisper, a small sense of guilt climbing over you. “But really, how are you feeling about seeing… him… again?”

Yeosang’s eyes avoided the screen, moving around his bedroom and claiming new interests in the walls and roof.

“I-I’m fine.” He stuttered, his voice cracking slightly before his eyes met yours. “I’ll be fine.”

But that was a lie.

In reality, he was terrified to see his ex best friend once more. The friendship that was held strong between them since they were seven years old, their parents struggling to separate them at the end of school days and most ending in a sleepover at the other's house. The friendship that followed its way into high school, even after Wooyoung moved in the second year, they still managed to see each other every single day. The friendship that Wooyoung ruined the moment he joined The Black Pirates and started committing petty crimes and snorting any sort of substance he came across.

Yeosang tried his hardest to help him, desperately wanting to save him from early death, but Wooyoung countered it with harmful words and even more harmful punches. It was that day that Yeosang vowed to himself to never talk to Wooyoung again.

He still remembers the last fight as if it were yesterday and not four years ago.

“Youngie, please! You can’t keep doing this to yourself, it’s destroying you!” Yeosang pleaded, the tight grasp on Wooyoung’s hands trying to hold him back from leaving. “Please, I can help you.”

“I don’t need help!” Wooyoung yelled, yanking his hands away from Yeosang. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping tightly at the roots before dropping his arms to his sides.

Yeosang stared at him in disbelief, never seeing this side of aggression from his best friend before, and it was terrifying. The redness of Wooyoung’s face, especially around the eyes and nose was the only hint towards him that this was not his normal self-

“Are you kidding me…” Wooyoung moved his heavy eyes to Yeosang, his friend’s face masked with grief and sadness and his eyes glossed over with tears that threatened to spill. “You’re high right now, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off.” Wooyoung scoffed, a subtle yet very telling swipe of his nose indicating that, yes, he was in fact high. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Wooyoung, please-”

“No! I’m so sick of this shit Yeosang!” Wooyoung shouted, stepping forwards as Yeosang backed himself into the wall, his frame blocking him in. “Ever since I joined The Black Pirates you’ve been so fucking annoying about it, saying I’ll get hurt or killed but look, I’m completely fine! Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me that I fit in somewhere?”

“Because you’re not fine!” Yeosang uses the strength over Wooyoung to push him harshly away, his feet losing balance and almost toppling over himself. It was so obvious that he was not Wooyoung, not really. “I know you’re not, I know you better than anyone!”

That ticked something in Wooyoung’s brain. Whether it was the words that came out of his best friend’s mouth or the drugs that penetrated his system and pressed hard on the anger inside him, something clicked.

Wooyoung lunged forward with a tight flying fist, planting a harsh punch to the side of Yeosang’s face. His body fell harshly to the ground, the pinch of pain instantly clouding his eye and preparing to leave a purple bruise. He glared down at his teary eyed friend, wincing as his hand softly grazed the affected area — but Wooyoung wasn’t done.

He climbed atop Yeosang’s body, his weight now holding him down as he began setting punch after punch onto his face. The strikes were agonising, not because of the contact but because of the person initiating it. Tears streamed down Yeosang’s puffed cheeks, burning the sensitive skin and being spread around by Wooyoung’s fist. He cried out desperately for him to stop, but Wooyoung’s ears were blocked by fury, smoke practically steamed out of them.

“Youngie- Please, it hurts!” Yeosang begged, his voice croaking from the heavy emotions between them. “P-please, stop!”

With one last blow to his jawline, Wooyoung finally ceased his aggressive motions, breath heaving above Yeosang as he covered his face with his hands and wiped away his tears. Wooyoung stood up and scowled down at the boy, a clob of spit flying from his mouth and landing on Yeosang’s chest.

His heart broke into a million pieces when he heard Wooyoung’s final words. “You don’t know me at all.”

And a few days later, you had been partnered with him for a school project and haven’t been able to get rid of him since.

Actually, he hasn’t been able to get rid of you.

You had never gotten the displeasure of meeting Wooyoung he who shall not be named, only hearing the stories and seeing a few photos, but you didn’t like him. Not one bit. Not after seeing the effects he left on your best friend, both the physical evidence and the emotional. Though he was a bit dramatic, Yeosang was one of, if not, the sweetest person you knew. So knowing that someone could hurt him so bad, someone so close to him as well — it didn’t sit right with you. I mean, who could hurt a person as pure as the driven snow, a man with not a single bad bone in his body.

“So, what homeroom are you in?” Yeosang asked, swiftly trying to change the topic.

“Uhh… I think I’m in Homeroom 710-”

“Nooo!” He whined, the fake tears beginning to fall but you just laughed. “I’m in Homeroom 715, this is a scam.”

Yeosang began to fake cry once more, quickly stopping and looking at the phone screen to make sure you were watching him before continuing. All you could do was laugh at him. He continued to complain about everything coming up tomorrow whilst you finished off the last few lines of your homework. You will never understand the concept of homework, why are we learning stuff at home when we’re meant to learn it at school?

You weren’t the best school academically but you were all of the teacher’s favourites purely based on your kindness and helpfulness within the classes, you were always the person to be put with the new students and be their guide for the day. There was a worry in the back of your mind that you would be chosen, once again, to show the new students around. And you were okay with that, frankly you didn’t care about all the new students and the possibility of them “ruining the education of the good ones”. Your family was rich but they were one of the few who were snobby rich, and you were taught to never judge a book by its cover.

But imagine if you had to be the guide for the school for your best friend’s enemy, that'd be the biggest betrayal to his moral loyalty, even if the choice wasn’t yours.

Once you finished the final dot, you packed up all your school supplies into your bag, sitting it next to your laid out uniform; which you only did so you could be more prepared in the morning so you could sleep in and avoid going to school for as long as possible.

“Anyways, I better go to bed.” Yeosang sighed, already snuggling himself into the duvet. “Gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“Yeah sure… I’ll see you tomorrow,” You scoffed and climbed into your own bed, plugging your phone into the charger quickly: it had been sitting on 3% for about an hour. “And you know, you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Referring to your previous conversation, you could see the hurt on Yeosang’s face when it was brought up, almost feeling it through the phone. He was never good with confrontation, always let things go because he was too afraid to speak up. And the one time he did speak up, he got multiple hits to the face so it didn’t leave the best impression. He simply nodded before saying goodbye and hanging up-

“WAIT! Did you hear about-”

The call didn’t end until 2am.

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Waking up the next morning, you already dreaded the pressures that the final year of school was gonna put on you. With the extra homework, more intense classes, mid-year and end-of-year exams, college applications — not to mention the constant questions from adults around you about what you’ll do once you’ve finished school, since you have to have your entire life planned and prepared the moment you enter the real world. If the “real world” was the one you entered once you finished school, then what world was the one you lived in for the past 18 years?

You shook the thoughts out of your head, promising to yourself that you wouldn’t start to overthink them. Quickly throwing on your uniform, the white button up covered by the navy blue and maroon school colours of your blazer and plaid skirt, a neat tie placed under the colour.

The perfect private school look, worn by many perfectly imperfect teenagers.

“Morning pumpkin, breakfast is on the table.” Your mum joyfully smiled as you came down the stairs. Your father hurriedly packed up the last of his things into the briefcase before kissing the both of you on your cheeks and heading off to run his company.

“Do you need a ride to school this morning?”

“No it’s okay,” You say before sitting at the table and sipping on your tea. “Yeosang is picking me up.”

“Didn’t he crash his car because he got distracted by a squirrel on the side of the road?” She asked with a small raise of the eyebrow.

“Yeah… he’s still a good driver though?” You answered, slight uncertainty turning the statement more into a question. “I think…”

Your mother chuckled lightly before sitting next to you with her toast and coffee. The toast crunched under your bite, crispy crumbs falling on your neat blazer before being swatted off by your mother’s hand.

Though your family was part of the more fortunate side of town, you were the most humble of them all. Unlike the other mothers who let their husbands provide for them and were content with being housewives, your mother worked from home for your father’s company, reading over and sorting out papers her husband would bring home. He would always rely and trust the opinion of her rather than any corporate douche who was only in it for the pay rather than the impact. Your family also still loved each other, though divorce was unusual in the community: a loveless marriage was not.

Before any of the usual morning conversation could start, loud booming music could be heard outside with a few knocks to the door. Pulling your bag over your shoulder and bidding your mother farewell, you opened the door and was greeted with your brightly smiling best friend.

“Have a nice day, angels!” Your mum shouted before you both left and got into his, newly repaired, car.

“Isn’t she beautiful again!” Yeosang exclaimed, gesturing his hands around the car, the familiar dented bumper no longer visible and covered over with a shimmering new coat.

“Yeah, make sure no rogue ants distract you.” You joked landing yourself a small punch to your arm, which you returned to him slightly harder.

“To be fair, that squirrel was climbing the tree backwards,” He justified, turning the key and pulling at the handbrake before moving off down the road. “Who wouldn’t look at that?”

The car ride was short yet jovial, the playlist cued with your favourite songs and the carpool karaoke blocking out all current worries, and any noise from outside. Turning down the side street, the large school building finally came into view. Built tall with bricks, both a muddy red and a softer cream colour, large arch windows placed symmetrically along each wall. The grand staircase that led up to an arched entrance, young and new students already filing into the building to be earliest to class. A clean walkway tracing around the courtyard, soft cherry blossom trees outlining the path and sitting atop freshly cut grass.

Yeosang pulled into the student car park, directly into his specially designed spot that all year 12s painted at the end of last year. One bump to the curb and a small ‘oopsies’ from Yeosang and you were ready to leave the car. Closing the door, you looked up at the excessively large building, it still felt as intimidating as your first day. The sudden reminder that the school year has officially started finally kicked in, along with the anxiety.

“Ready to enter hell?” Yeosang’s sarcastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, quickly nodding before linking arms and wandering up the path and towards the entrance.

The courtyard was laced with students, all the older ones hugging and catching up on their holidays to Bali or Fiji, multiple white girls with low-key cultural appropriated braids and beads in their hair. New students being hurried along by their parents to meet up with the teachers that were scattered around, all desperate to get their kid ahead by offering up different types of fruits or souvenirs.

You continued to walk through the courtyard and finally up the grand concrete stairs before Yeosang stopped and pulled at your arm lightly. Looking up at him, you saw the discomfort in his expression before following his eyes to meet a group of students being lectured by the principal. Scanning through the crowd, you recognised none of the students, all of them being the new transfers from the southside.

Finally, your eyes met where Yeosang’s stare sat, a group of four boys huddled out of the way and seeming to not pay much attention and all owning the same thing: a black leather jacket with a large patch on the back. A skull with a pirate hat sitting in front of a sword that had ropes tied around it, the words ‘The Black Pirates’ sewn above it in a banner style — each jacket having a different name written underneath.

One boy was tall, extremely tall and had a strong build yet a soft face, short dark brown hair with a few blonde streaks in it. The boy stood next to him slightly shorter yet with a larger build, as if his muscles had muscles, his face as serious as a heart attack. Then your eyes fell on a familiar face, though you had never met him before, he looks exactly like his instagram photos. Wooyoung; he who shall not be named; your best friend’s ex friend and your designated enemy. He was the shortest of the four, a cocky smirk and rolled eyes were masking his face as the principal spoke. His hair was cut into a mullet style, the underneath dyed blonde, the hairstyle he hadn’t changed since he and Yeosang were friends — the hairstyle Yeosang suggested for him, but only they knew that.

And the final boy, the most relaxed and comfortable looking of them all, and also the most handsome. All his facial features were sharp and created with extreme precision; his jawline as sharp as knives, and his eyes held a piercing gaze for anyone who looked his way. His broad shoulders lent up against the wall and his arms crossed, obvious muscular biceps pushing through the leather sleeves. His hair was jet black with a few strands falling over his face perfectly shaping his cheekbones.

Before you could stop staring, his eyes met yours before glancing over your body and back up. He shot a wink in your direction as he followed the principal’s group through the school doors. Unusual butterflies began to flourish in your stomach at the interaction, but pushing the feelings and thoughts aside quickly and focusing back on Yeosang.

“Hey, are you okay?” A worried look appeared on your face as you watched his thoughts fly around in his head, noticing the glassiness of his eyes as they met yours.

“Y-yeah, I just…” He blinked away any reminiscence of possible grief, not wanting to show the effects that one glance at he who shall not be named does to him. “I didn’t expect to see him straight away.”

You squeezed his arm gently before nodding your head to go inside. He wiped over his face before sending you a soft smile and following your lead through the doors, where once inside, Wooyoung and his friends were nowhere to be seen — for now.

From students organising lockers to the ones standing and chatting in the middle of the hall, you trudged your way through until returning to your locker, Yeosang’s located just a few away from you. Swirling the lock left then right to the numbers of your code, it clicked open and the dreaded textbooks stared back at you. On the door was two clipped polaroids: one of you and Yeosang from his sixteenth birthday party, and the other of you and-

The feeling of long arms slithering around your waist caused you to jolt backwards, your back being met with a strong chest. Spinning around in the arms, you looked up at your giggling boyfriend before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. The familiar warmth made you melt into his embrace as he pulled away.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow, quickly dropping his arms from your waist and leaning against the open locker door, a move he’d pull on you to tower his large frame over you.

“Yunho, why didn’t you tell me you got back?” You smiled softly, love filling your eyes as you watched his wander around the familiar halls before meeting yours once more. “And of course I missed you.”

“I only got back yesterday, and I was too jet lagged and fell asleep before I could text you.”

“It’s okay, we can talk about your amazing summer in Europe at lunch.” Reaching up for another kiss, the ring of the first bell cut you short.

Hastily gathering your books and shutting your locker, you waved to Yeosang as he walked in the opposite direction before following Yunho into the classroom, thankfully sharing a homeroom together. As you walked in, your homeroom teacher mentioned that this year was assigned seating to reduce distractions of sitting next to friends — seriously, are we twelve?

Tracing your finger along the drawn setup, you found your seat number, your name and your partner’s name. The name didn’t sound familiar to you, automatically recognising that you were seated next to a new student, most likely a southside one. Of course. Since you hadn’t been assigned to give any tour guides, of course they would still place a new student with you. But you had an open mind, the only thing worrying you was it being a guy who sat next to you with your boyfriend being an easily jealous person. It took him so long to understand that Yeosang and you were just friends, and had never been or never would be anything more. You even ignored the fact that Yunho was sitting next to his best friend, a girl who was desperately in love with him and who he had left you to help multiple times.

The second bell rang through the school, the majority of students now seated with books open in front of them. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs Waltz, began to read off the attendance followed by ‘here’ and ‘present’ of student voices. The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted her flow, the principal’s head poking in before fully entering.

“Sorry to interrupt Mrs Waltz, I just wanted to make sure all the newer students made it to all their classes." Mr Kim stated, moving over slightly to gesture the few new students in, though you weren’t paying much attention and were distracted by jotting down the start of your notes.

“Of course,” She smiled, pointing to her drawn up seating chart. “Your seats are written up on the wall here.”

“Everyone, please be welcoming.” Mr Kim lectured before leaving and returning to his office.

The rustling of southside footsteps mixed with the judgemental whispers of northside students filtered the classroom, Mrs Waltz quickly continuing her lessons. Too invested in your notes, you didn’t notice the figure that plopped down in the seat beside you. You glanced back at Yunho who had a small scowl on his face, more aimed at the person next to you, but returning him with a small understanding smile.

The person behind him caught your attention as you recognised the oreo coloured hair to be Wooyoung’s. You were annoyed that he was in your homeroom, but also filled with gratitude that he wasn’t in Yeosang’s, losing the ability to belittle and distract him. Accidentally ignoring the person next to you, a throat clearing cough brought your attention to him.

“Hey princess, do you have a pencil?”

. . . ⇢ next chapter

author's note it's finally here! the first chapter of the series, i hope you all enjoy it! i know that it's kind of short and there was actually very little mention of san in this but this was more of a prologue to the series, he'll have heavy features in the rest of the series... obviously. REMINDER: i am from australia so the spelling of some words may not be the correct spelling for you but they are for me >.<

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d3molition-lov3rs · 3 months ago

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thinking about festivals held out in the zones. news of the event being spread through word-of-mouth, coveted zines, secret frequencies revealing the location through the radio. long treks with your crew across the desert, out into the far-flung parts of the zones away from where the scarecrows patrol, the radiation waves causing the horizon to blur and distort in the distance. clusters of vehicles, caravans and cars and motorbikes and trailers all clumped together in circles, fire-pits for roasting during the day and for huddling around for warmth at night. the stage is made of old pallets and plastic clumsily tied together with cord and rope, the stairs up to it creaking with every heavy step and threatening to collapse all together. the music is loud and electric, chords and drumbeats ripping across the desert, painting colours and noise through the otherwise silent landscape. the bands never stop playing, music blasting all hours of the night and day as killjoys mosh and fight and drink and laugh together in the crowd. motorbabies curl up together on top of the caravans to watch the show from afar, sharing sweets and comics and hand-made trinkets and jewellery amongst themselves. alliances and friendships are made with crews from the other side of the desert you otherwise would have never met, the memories encapsulated through the stories that will be told for years to come. art is made and shared in the form of painting one another's cars, tattoos inked deep into sun-tanned and blistered skin, photos snapped on old polaroids with long-expired rolls of film. songs are written in the moment and performed and played again and again and again, the melody forged by the magic of those present at the event. the final hours of the final day are marked by the early rising sun lighting up the people passed out in the sand, the roar of engines turning over, the sight of another crew disappearing over the horizon.

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hgb94 · 2 months ago

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Nein in Hindsight: CR2E5

There's a fantastic observation in this post regarding Fjord's tactic of playing neutral/supportive of the concept of hijacking the caravan in order to get a better read on his new companions. It's great, go read it. (25:00)

It's been an age and the details of all the backstories are fuzzy (another reason why rewatching this is so fun) but if I believe Veth was frequently bullied and didn't really have friendship outside of her relationship with Yeza, which gives a lot of added meaning to the moment where Jester gives Nott a boquet because she'd said that "all girls love flowers" and then calls Nott her friend. (37:30)

Also very interesting that Nott is very anxious about waking the others in the middle of the night and despite believing herself to be cowardly, would prefer to go scout out an unknown shape in the darkness over potentially upsetting anyone in their traveling party. (40:45)

I will never stop being unhinged about the Caleb and Nott dynamic. The excitement and pride he has in her as he realizes she's cast a spell that he doesn't know himself. Character duo concept of all time for me. (42:30)

First Fjord Vision! Oh man, I forgot it happened so early, and we get him using his real accent during it too. Also, how fucked up is it that his visions take place underwater, with the feeling of drowning, and he wakes up spitting water out of his lungs. (48:05)

"Is our group going to be all about puns and that stuff?" - The Mighty Nein? Puns? Never. (59:15)

Caleb "Do you know what WC means in Zemnian? Toilet." Nott "It's a pun" They fist bump. Yeah. The Pun Party. (1:08:45)

Watching the hint of fire across a rooftop in the distance, Beau going "I think we just watched someone commit arson" while Caleb bluescreens. Rewatching is so fun. (1:13:40)

Oh hey, watching a small family of halflings fleeing in terror as their village is attacked, this must be bringing back fun memories for Nott. (1:15:10)

In the combat of this episode we also get to watch Nott drinking from her flask to soothe her nerves, Jester's first spiritual weapon lollipop, and Caleb trying not to hyperventilate after casting a scorching ray.

#nein again #cr2e5 #nein hindsight

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xuchiya · 5 months ago

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"stuck in this fairytale" || choi san || series || epilogue

| genre: prince! san. fluff. angst. adventure | mentions: cursing. | here's the first part

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ONE WEEK LATER...

The restoration of the kingdoms progressed slowly but steadily, like new shoots emerging from scorched earth. The JeoKang Kingdom began to bloom once more. Trees that had stood lifeless for years now swayed with vibrant leaves, their branches alive with the chatter of birds. The gardens, once barren, now boasted bubbling fountains and fragrant blooms. The people returned to their homes, their laughter echoing through the cobblestone streets. The kingdom itself seemed reborn, its essence transformed into something stronger, brighter, and filled with hope.

In the Jung Kingdom, trade flourished anew. After years of isolation, the gates stood wide open, welcoming merchants and travelers alike. Caravans loaded with exotic goods and medicinal herbs moved back and forth between kingdoms, rekindling alliances and friendships. The air carried the mingling scents of spices, dried flowers, and the faint metallic tang of coins exchanging hands—a testament to a future built on collaboration.

The Kim Kingdom radiated wisdom. Scholars filled its libraries, their heads bent over ancient tomes as they sought solutions for tomorrow's challenges. The people, guided by the kingdom’s sage leadership, found balance in their lives. “A wise man hears one word but understands two,” the saying went, and the wisdom of the Kim Kingdom was reflected not only in its governance but in the clarity of mind and health it brought to its people.

Finally, there was the Choi Kingdom. Though it would never be as it once was, it had begun to rebuild into something even better. The scars left by the curse remained, but they were now markers of resilience and growth.

As sunlight beams into your room, the morning light pours in through tall windows, illuminating the large bookshelf that San had personally commissioned for you. The golden rays danced over the polished wood, casting soft shadows that seemed to breathe life into the quiet stillness of the room. Your fingers brushed along the spines of the books, feeling the smooth leather covers and gilded titles, their intricate designs catching the light. Each book held a story, a piece of history, or a dream of what could be, their very presence filling the air with a comforting sense of possibility.

A small smile graced your lips as your eyes scanned the thick and thin pages of the books. There was something endlessly satisfying about the sight of books stacked neatly on shelves. It brought you back to childhood, where you often imagined yourself in a world of endless stories and knowledge. The scene reminded you of Belle—a kindred spirit and bookworm—who had tamed a beast and found love in the unlikeliest of places.

The thought drew a chuckle from you until it suddenly shifted to San, and your heart faltered for a moment, thudding loudly in your chest. Your smile faded into a look of surprise as a blush crept to your cheeks. It had been almost a week since San had come to your chamber at the JeoKang palace. His visits had been frequent enough to draw attention, though he had insisted on coming to "see the hero of the kingdoms."

You had tried to play off his visits as casual gestures of gratitude, but you couldn’t ignore the glances, the subtle warmth in his voice, or the way his expression softened when his gaze lingered on you. The hero of the kingdoms—those were his words—but through the eyes of their distant cousins, Yunho and Yeosang, you suspected there might be more to it.

You exhaled a shaky breath, trying to steady the sudden flutter in your chest. Your hand paused as it touched one particular book, different from the rest. The leather was worn, and its edges frayed, as though it had been read countless times. It was the book—the one that had brought you to this world. Your breath hitched as you pulled it from the shelf and sat on the edge of your bed, the weight of it settling in your lap.

The pages flipped easily beneath your fingertips, each one carrying the familiar scent of old parchment. You stopped at the place where you had left a bookmark weeks ago—the story of the first dragons created by Brigid, the goddess. Your heart tightened as you read, memories of recent events flooding your mind. The parallels between the tale and what you had experienced were too surreal to ignore.

One illustration caught your attention. A woman stood surrounded by towering shelves of books, her face streaked with tears. The library seemed otherworldly, filled with a golden light that softened its grand, infinite expanse. The details tugged at your memory, though you couldn’t quite place why.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

“Miss Brigid, Sir San is looking for you,” Seonghwa’s voice came from the doorway, his tone polite but warm.

You glanced at him, nodding as you reluctantly closed the book, though your fingers itched to read more. It had been so long since you and San had spoken—his days consumed by the kingdom’s restoration. This was your chance to reconnect.

“Is he alright?” you asked as you returned the book to its place on the shelf.

Seonghwa chuckled, his tone light. “More than alright. He’s been asking for you all morning.”

Walking down the hallway with Seonghwa, you noticed the subtle shifts in the castle—the softened tension in the air, the gentle smiles exchanged between guards and servants. It felt lighter, more alive, than it had a week ago.

Seonghwa cleared his throat, glancing at you. “I should thank you for everything you’ve done. Not just for us but for everyone.”

You looked up at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “There’s no need to thank me, Seonghwa.”

He stopped abruptly, turning to face you with an intensity that made you pause. “You haven’t just saved the princes’ lives. You’ve rewritten the story itself.”

Your brow furrowed as his words settled in. “The story?”

Seonghwa’s lips curved into a faint smile. “You have saved these people from meeting their doom, Miss Brigid. And afterall, you are a descendant of Brigid, aren’t you? The goddess who created the dragons, the keeper of balance and the justice maker. This was more than fate—it was your history unfolding before you.”

The realization struck like lightning. You had been so consumed by lifting the curse and uncovering the Choi family’s truths that you had barely thought about your own origins. Being a descendant. Now, pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Your mother’s fiery red hair that you thought was just natural orange hair, your father’s dark locks, and the inexplicable warmth you had always felt within yourself—all signs you had overlooked.

“I... I am,” you murmured, your voice wavering as the truth took root in your mind.

Seonghwa tilted his head, studying you. “You seem troubled. Have you been struggling to make sense of your past?”

You looked away, the weight of your thoughts bearing down on you. “It’s not that. It’s... I thought this was just a story. A fairytale. But it feels so real, like it’s more than that.”

Seonghwa regarded you for a long moment before stepping closer, his expression soft. “Sometimes, the truth hides in plain sight, dressed as a story to protect itself. But you have lived it, Brigid. You are part of it, and it is part of you.”

Your breath caught as his words resonated deeply. Was this world truly a reflection of your past, a mirror held up to show you who you were meant to be? Or was it something more?

“Is this... real?” you asked, your voice a whisper laden with emotion.

Seonghwa’s brows knit together, his own uncertainty mirrored in his eyes. “Does it matter if it is? What matters is what you do with it now.”

Before you could respond, the heavy oak doors of San’s office creaked open, revealing him standing at his desk. His gaze lifted, meeting yours, and for the first time in weeks, his expression softened into something almost resembling peace. And in that moment, surrounded by restored kingdoms and unanswered questions, you realized that whether this was a fairytale or reality, it was yours to shape.

When San let you into his office, your eyes immediately landed on the familiar faces gathered around a round table—Wooyoung, Yunho, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Noella, with Mingi casually leaning against the wall in the corner. He waved enthusiastically, and you waved back, utterly perplexed by the sudden reunion.

“Are we recreating the Knights of the Round Table?” you joked, hoping to lighten the mood. While most of them looked at you in confusion, Wooyoung snorted, his laughter breaking the tension. Even after everything you'd been through in recent weeks—no, months— Wooyoung felt light as your sense of humor hadn’t abandoned you entirely. The sound of your humor warmed him.

“No,” San answered, his tone both amused and serious, “but Yunho found something important.”

Curiosity piqued, you allowed San to guide you to the table, his hand on the small of your back. Your cheeks burning and your body sparks. It was when you reached the table, your gaze shifted to the centerpiece—a book surrounded by scattered papers, their edges slightly curled.

“What is it?” you asked, eyes darting between the group. Yeosang stepped forward, a small grin tugging at his lips. “It’s about your world and ours. Apparently, your world has a portal that connects to this one—and to others as well. These portals can only be accessed by those who share a connection to the universe.”

You squinted, trying to wrap your head around the revelation. “Which means…?”

Yunho stepped in, handing you a picture. Your breath caught in your throat the moment you saw it—it was the very illustration Aven had shown you back at your mother’s house.

“This…” you began, your voice trembling with shock. “This is the one Aven gave me.”

Yunho nodded. “Aven wasn’t just a guide in your world. He was Brigid’s messenger. Whenever her lover, the True King Jeoyoung, was away, she sent Aven to deliver messages and look out for him.” He gestured to the picture in your hands. It also brought you back to how you met Aven— the zoo’s eagle. It didn’t leave your shoulder, many of the zookeepers lured him with various snacks and foods but to their avail, it stayed on your shoulder.

“Aven isn’t just the only one who stayed on your side.” Wooyoung whispers. You look at him, confused as to what he is pertaining to. He gave you another illustration yet it was just a polaroid. It was you, Wooyoung and Jongho.

Your eyes burned from the tears and your nose clogged at the sudden rush of emotions. Wooyoung had told everyone about Jongho’s sacrifice. That night, every kingdom assembled and lit up lanterns to offer their gratitude to Jongho. You couldn’t sleep that night because of what happened, Jongho is someone you hold dearly in your heart. That little bear that stood lost in the crowd.

“Jongho was Aven in my universe.” You whisper, your thumb brushing his gummy smile. Jongho stays beside you whenever Wooyoung is occupied with his works. Jongho keeps you safe whenever you return from your night classes to your dorm. Even if San had come along the scene, he still kept himself present in your eyes.

San noticed your shaking shoulders and pulled you to his chest, “He is written amongst the stars. The one you point at night.”

Now, the illustration seemed even clearer. Your eyes focused on the image—a castle, a dragon, and two figures standing side by side. Brigid and King Jeoyoung. A small bright star at the far right corner of the illustration.

“That’s not you, nerd,” Wooyoung chimed in, breaking the solemn silence. He smirked as you rolled up the paper and smacked him lightly on the head. “I know it’s not me,” you retorted, voice slightly muffled from the clogged nose as you try not to suppress a smile. “But my grandma and I do look alike.”

“Of course she’s your grandma!” Wooyoung countered, grabbing a nearby paper, rolling it up, and swatting you back. The room collectively groaned as the two of you bickered although relief from your light impact on the topic about Jongho. San stepped between you, snatching the makeshift weapons from your hands. “Enough. Brigid, you’re uncovering answers about your past. And Wooyoung, focus!”

“You two seriously…” Seonghwa muttered, shaking his head.

You turned back to Yunho, an apologetic smile on your lips as he chuckled, shaking his head. You were eager to redirect the conversation. “So, you’re saying I traveled here because my great-grandmother was Brigid’s daughter?”

Yunho nodded solemnly. “Their story ended mysteriously, leaving few answers. But since you’re here…” He motioned for Hongjoong, who handed you a book.

“This,” Hongjoong said, his voice calm and steady, “was stored in our library. It’s written by your great-grandfather, recounting Brigid’s life and her legacy.”

Your fingers trembled as you took the book. The cover was worn but familiar, as though it had been waiting for you.

“So… I can go back and forth between this world and mine?” you asked hesitantly, the initial thought of having two worlds that you can travel as portals existed. An awkward silence fell over the room. Most of them avoided your gaze, save for Wooyoung, who, ever confident, spoke up. “Even if you’re connected to both, a life you belong to will stay rooted where it is.”

Your heart sank at his words, looking around to confirm what Wooyoung said. “So… I can’t?”

Mingi shook his head slowly, the solemn expression on his face making the reality even harder to bear. The weight of the revelation hit you—this might be the last time you’d see this world, this other version of yourself, or the people who had become so dear to you.

“Each universe holds its own imperfections,” Noella said softly, her smile tinged with bittersweet understanding. “Not everything works out the way we want, but each world functions as it should. Pain, imperfection—they make the universe what it is.”

Her words lingered in your mind as the group fell quiet. Then Wooyoung’s voice broke the silence. “Nerdy girl…” You turned to him, noticing the uncharacteristic seriousness in his expression.

“You might have the chance to go home,” Your heart lifted slightly at his words, “We’re going home?!” you said, optimism lacing your voice.

But Wooyoung didn’t smile back. His solemnity deepened as he shook his head. “No… “ His eyes look around as though the final news or whatever vibe you failed to notice from the beginning dawns at you as this meeting was not all about your family tree line.

Your face pale as you look at Wooyoung. You studied his face, searching for any sign of doubt, but all you saw was quiet conviction. His breath hitch as another set of fresh salty tears were in the corner of your eyes. His nose had burned from the upcoming tears, “I-I’m not coming with you.”

His words stopped you cold. “What? What do you mean, Woo?”

“This is my home,” he said firmly, gesturing around him. “This is where I belong.”

Wooyoung sighed, the weight of his decision evident in his eyes. “It may sound selfish, but I grew to love your world—being a normal person, a college student, hosting parties, making friends. But my only reason for being there was my mission. Hongjoong gave me a vision, a glimpse of what he saw. The answers were in your universe, and I had to find them. Now that I have finished my part and you save us all… I have no more reasons to go back.”

A lump formed in your throat as his words sank in. The time you’d spent together, the bond you’d built—it was all coming to an end.

“Wooyoung…” you began, your voice trembling, but he cut you off with a small, sad smile.

“I’ll miss you nerdy girl.” You swallowed hard, nodding as tears blurred your vision. Saying goodbye to this world, to him, felt like losing a piece of yourself. But as you glanced around the room at the faces you’d come to love, you realized that your journey had been about more than lifting a curse or uncovering your past. It was about discovering your strength, your place, and your connection to both worlds.

“Even if I leave,” you said softly, “I’ll carry all of you with me.”

Wooyoung grinned through his own tears. “And we’ll always be here—rooted where we belong.”

As you clutched the book to your chest, you knew that no matter where you went, you’d never truly be apart from this world—or the people who had changed your life forever.

The meeting had ended on a solemn note, leaving you feeling as though the weight of the universe was pressing against your chest. As San walked you back to your room, you clutched the ancient book tightly. The leather cover felt cool under your fingertips, but the knowledge it held burned in your mind. Each step felt heavier, the reality of your situation sinking deeper with every stride.

You couldn’t help but think about the people you'd come to care for in this world—the bonds you'd formed, the laughter, the struggles, and the unexpected moments of peace. Would it all disappear the moment you stepped back into your own universe?

As you entered your room, you stopped in front of the bookshelf San had crafted for you during your time here. Its polished wood gleamed softly in the dim light, filled with books and trinkets from your adventures. Your fingers ghosted over the edges of the shelves as your vision blurred.

San lingered by the doorway, his arms crossed but his expression open, watching your hunched shoulders and faraway gaze. He hated seeing you like this. A part of him wanted to say something, to reassure you, but how could he? The reality was as cruel as it was undeniable—you belonged to another world, and no matter how connected you felt here, this wasn’t your home.

With a deep breath, he stepped inside. “Hey…” His voice was soft, almost hesitant.

You turned slowly, your eyes meeting his for a moment before you let yourself lean into his chest. His warmth grounded you, a temporary solace in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside. The steady beat of his heart was a contrast to the erratic rhythm of your own.

“I don’t want to leave,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly.

San rested his chin atop your head, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to feel sad about leaving us. You’ll always carry a part of this with you.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tears clinging to your lashes. His hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Wooyoung said there are people who look exactly like all of us in your world,” He said, yet you shake your head in disagreement as a frown settles. “But it’s not the same. The life we’ve lived here... it’s different.”

San gave a small chuckle, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Then make a difference,” he said, tapping a finger gently between your brows to ease the frown forming there.

“What do you mean?”

His expression softened as he cupped your face, his thumbs lightly grazing your jaw. His gaze held yours, sending a shiver down your spine as heat rushed to your cheeks. “If you want things to change, you take the first step. Change begins with you. Whether here or in yours, the journey starts with one choice— it's yours to take and risk.”

The sincerity in his voice struck a chord deep within you. For a moment, the ache in your chest lightened. But the thought of leaving this world, leaving him, still clung to your heart like a vice.

“San…” you began, but the words caught in your throat. He smiled faintly, his hands lingering on your face. “Brigid,” he said softly, then paused. “Or should I call you by your real name?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to bring it up, especially now. The sound of your real name slipping from his lips made your heart flutter unexpectedly, and a small, playful smirk crept onto his face. The Choi San smirk—the same mischievous expression, from yours and this, he wore whenever he and Wooyoung teamed up to prank Jongho.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, despite yourself. “How do you always manage to make my heart race?”

“Because you already won my heart.”

Before you could say more, San’s gaze grew more intense, his hands steadying your face as he whispered your name again, this time with a reverence that made your breath catch. The space between you vanished as his lips pressed against yours in a kiss so soft, so full of unspoken emotions, that it left you dizzy.

Your hands instinctively found his wrists, your fingers curling gently as you gave in to the moment. The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was a quiet exchange of everything you both couldn’t put into words. His touch was warm, grounding, yet bittersweet, as if he was memorizing this moment in case it had to be the last.

When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath. “No matter where you go,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “you’ll always be a part of this world.”

“And... you’ll always have a place here.” He said as he guided your hand towards his beating chest. Both of your eyes locked once again. Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t solely from sadness. There was something else—a mixture of gratitude, love, and the faintest glimmer of hope.

“San…” you whispered, your voice steady despite the emotions threatening to spill over. He smiled softly, brushing his thumb along your cheek one last time before stepping back. “You’ll be okay,” he said gently, his voice tinged with the reluctance to let you go.

As he turned to leave, your hand ghostly reached out for him but pulled back, you clutched the book tighter to your chest, your gaze lingering on him. He turns around, “I’ll see you again, my sapphire.” Until he disappeared down the hallway. Alone in your room, you let out a deep breath, feeling both the weight of the decision ahead and the comfort of knowing you wouldn’t face it alone—not truly.

For even if this chapter of your life was ending, the memories and connections you’d made would stay with you, guiding you through whatever came next. As new tears streaked down your cheeks, you whimpered softly, squinting against the bright light that suddenly enveloped you. Instinctively, you raised your arm to shield your eyes, but the brilliance was overwhelming. Closing your eyelids became your only refuge.

When the light began to fade, you slowly lowered your arm. For a moment, you lingered, dazed and unwilling to accept the quiet truth settling in your chest: the pain of parting. It felt like the weight of everything you’d experienced crashed down on you at once, leaving you hollow.

A voice suddenly broke through your haze.

“Oh? You’re here?—Hey, why are you crying?”

Startled, you turned toward the voice and froze as arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. The scent of cologne tickled your nose, bringing with it a bittersweet comfort. When the person pulled away, holding you at arm’s length, their worried eyes scanned your tear-streaked face.

“I’ve been searching for you for the past two hours!” they said, frustration laced with concern.

You furrowed your brows, confusion swirling in your mind. Slowly, you glanced around, noticing the Victorian-style room was gone. In its place were the familiar colors of your university. The huge ceiling fan spun silently overhead, and the muffled hum of students echoed faintly in the background. You were surrounded by bookshelves, their spines a comforting reminder of the library you frequented.

Looking back at the person before you, your gaze settled on their worried eyes. A faint smile tugged at your lips despite the tears that refused to stop.

“I... I’m okay, Mingi” you whispered, the words as much for them as for yourself. It was at that moment, you totally forgot why you were standing there inside the library and why you have tear stains in your eyes.

Heck you don’t remember why you have a book about “Stuck in this fairytale” on your hand and the page was bookmarked to where two people share a moment and the last thing that guy said is, “I’ll see you again, my sapphire.”

The following weeks passed in a blur. Though life had returned to normal, a strange sense of déjà vu lingered in your heart. It was as if the world was nudging you, preparing you for something.

Yunho had burst inside the library, startling the students and the librarian shushing him as he sheepishly apologised and rushed towards you both worriedly after Mingi found you in that library, dishevelled and confused. At first they thought you were so immersed in the story because of the bookmark to the two people kissing.

But they weren’t expecting you to react in a way that is out of yourself. “I— I don’t know … I don’t even remember having this book.” You whisper as your finger traces the outlines of the said prince of the story. A tinge of familiarity tickles your brain yet you couldn’t place a finger on it.

Both Mingi and Yunho stare at you confused and concerned as tears run down your cheeks. That day, they have to drag you to the nearest arcade place to distract you. It was successful despite the harsh winds of November hitting your face when you stepped out of the library. The wind was comforting even if it nips your skin, you look around as it just drapes around you in a warm way.

A week goes by and when you entered the university campus, Mingi had pushed you into joining the student council because of your steadfastness and stubbornness along with your fierce look. That was like weeks after your weird encounter inside the library. You knew about these two boys distracting you in whatever you were going through and you were thankful for that.

Back to where Mingi had written your name in the list of the student council. It was ridiculous at first because you weren’t that competitive but when you saw your opponents, it was like a sudden burst of fire or determination flared inside you.

And that is where the first time you met Wooyoung. He is loud yet his voice is fierce and strong. It was during a heated student council meeting. He stood out immediately, his energy and charm commanding the room. He caught you watching him and gave you a grin that made you feel both seen and challenged. Something about him felt... familiar, though you couldn’t place why.

“Fire playing with fire does get you burned but hey … “ He sticks his hand out, a smile on his lips, “Friends?”

You chuckle, gripping his hand as you shake it gently, “Friends, Wooyoung.”

Months have passed and you, along with your new friends, Wooyoung and Yeosang— that you met during your Christmas break. He works part-time in a museum that your mother took you to. He works to explain the illustrations. It was that day when the museum wasn’t that busy as always and you found yourself wandering around the goddess area as your mother yaps on one of the statues with your aunt.

“She looks like you.” A voice said. You turned and saw someone the same age as you, also staring at the illustration. If it were a different person, you would laugh and thank them politely but this person made your eyes widen and blush crept in your cheeks.

“I— Thank you?” He chuckles, turning to you. His side profile seems so perfect already but seeing his entire face plus the red spot on his cheek, it was that moment you have seen a statue alive.

“I meant it to be true. She looks like you, the curls and the redness of your hair.” He explains. You return your gaze to the illustrations and to be exact, the guy was true. It did look like you in some angles that your eyes gaze a little too long. “She is Brigit, she’s a goddess of the hearth, forge, and sacred flame.”

Nodding, yet your head tilted to the side when you noticed a creature behind her, it was something in your head that had been tickling you. Pointing, “Is that a dragon?”

He hums, “She gave birth to the first breathing dragons— actually before it was dragons, it was called …”

“Pseudodragons.” Your voice overlaps with his to which he finds shocking as he watches you stare with a frown on the illustrations. He walks up to you yet maintains the distance between you two, “It seems like you know more about this than I do …”

You turned to him, inside you were in confusion but there was a pull that this is going on the right path, “Perhaps … I do.”

Senior year arrived with its relentless demands, and your role as head of the student council kept you busier than ever. And as soon as you mentioned bloody works, you were walking around the campus to find Wooyoung because he decided to ditch at the last minute.

Grumbling, you huff as you turn down the corner and approach the open area where students go around in finding their designated clubs. As you pass by a desk, Jongho raises his head to place a banner on their table which is the student council.

You weren’t quite aware of the new member of the student council after your senior— Seonghwa— gave his position to you as the head chief of the student council. Jongho has been part of the student council for quite some time during the Christmas break, immersed in his responsibilities when he notices you, looking lost but determined to find something or someone. Before he had a chance to offer help— it was you who approached him but in a different matter— you’d hurried over to him, grabbing his arm just in time to pull him out of harm’s way as one of the string lights hanging above came crashing down where he’d been standing.

The moment left him stunned, but you only brushed it off with a simple, “You’re not hurt, are you?” He nodded slowly, still processing what had just happened, while you let out a relieved sigh, you were about to speak when Wooyoung appeared behind you, tackling you with his usual playful energy. Jongho heard you laugh as Wooyoung’s arm draped around your shoulder, pinching his side in response to his antics and it sent calmness in his whirlwind mind.

“Oh Jongho! You met my friend here! This is your head chief—” You elbow Wooyoung playfully as you look at Jongho, sticking your hand out with a smile on your lips.

“Nice to meet you Jongho.” When your hands clasp, an electricity zaps between you two. Both of you must have felt that electricity as you stared at each other with wide eyes. It was like something clicked in your mind that is yet to be known.

New Year’s came and went in a blur, and soon February arrived, bringing with it a campus draped in red hearts, pink ribbons, and mischievous little cupids seemingly floating over your head. The festive decorations felt like a personal affront as you groaned, dodging a massive bouquet of red roses that nearly hit you square in the face. A guy rounded the corner excitedly, oblivious to the near-collision as he hurried to surprise his girlfriend.

It wasn’t the romantic atmosphere itself that irked you—though, admittedly, it might have been a little of that. The endless barrage of chocolates, squeals, and hand-holding couples was grating.

"Seems like someone woke up on the wrong day," Yunho teased, leaning casually against the lockers with a knowing smirk. Beside him, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho chuckled, clearly enjoying your irritation.

You crossed your arms and stopped in front of them, huffing dramatically. "Oh, hush! If I could abuse my position as head chief, I’d ban Valentine’s Day on this campus altogether."

Your indignation only made them laugh harder, and you retaliated by kicking off your shoe and playfully throwing it in their direction. Mingi barely dodged, holding his sides as he doubled over with laughter.

The moment was interrupted by Seonghwa, who appeared with a regal air, followed by Hongjoong. With a flourish, Hongjoong handed you a paper bouquet, while Seonghwa dramatically slung a glittering sash over your shoulders.

“Make way for the Queen of Hearts!” Seonghwa announced with a grin, drawing curious stares from passing students.

You blinked in surprise, looking down at the sash’s glittery letters spelling out the title. "Wait—what? Where’s this coming from?"

“Where’s the crown?!” Seonghwa called theatrically.

As if on cue, Yeosang appeared from the far end of the hall, carrying a delicate crown adorned with red and gold accents. He approached with his usual quiet confidence, gently placing it on your head and adjusting it until it was perfectly set.

“Perfect,” Yeosang said softly, stepping back with a satisfied nod.

The boys erupted in cheers, with Mingi and Wooyoung hyping you up so loudly it was impossible to hide your embarrassment. The attention from nearby students only made you retreat behind the paper bouquet, your cheeks burning.

“Alright, alright, let’s take it to the club room,” Hongjoong interjected, ever the responsible one, shooing the group toward a less crowded space.

As the group began moving, Wooyoung suddenly broke away, “You guys go ahead. I’ve got someone to meet!”

You furrowed your brows at his departure, curiosity sparking, but decided to let it go. You’d pry it out of him later, knowing Wooyoung couldn’t keep a secret for long. Back in the club room, Yeosang placed your crown, sash, and bouquet carefully on one of the tables before settling into a seat. His art and calligraphy classes kept him on the other side of the building most of the time, which explained why he often seemed like a rare guest among the group.

Seonghwa, always one to blend work with banter, perched himself on a table and gestured toward a stack of junior applications for the student council. “Head chief,” he began with mock seriousness, “what’s your verdict on the next batch of council hopefuls?”

You leaned on the edge of the table he sat on, scanning the neatly organized stack. "Honestly, it’s not just about their qualifications. It’s about their will and determination to balance the responsibilities of handling each club while keeping up with their studies."

Seonghwa nodded thoughtfully, his expression serious for a moment before a grin broke through. "You’ve been hanging around Hongjoong too much. That’s exactly what he’d say."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Being surrounded by this lively, supportive group had turned what could’ve been another Valentine’s Day to dread into something memorable.

As you were engrossed in the papers in your hands, Yunho let out a curious, amused sound that broke your focus. His sudden noise pulled your attention, and you turned to see him gazing out the window, his expression equal parts fascination and bewilderment.

“An eagle!” he exclaimed, pointing outside.

Your brows knitted together in confusion as you followed his gesture. Perched on one of the tree branches outside, a magnificent eagle sat perfectly still, its sharp eyes locked on the room. It didn’t move or flinch, even as the group began to stir around you.

“That’s odd,” you murmured, stepping closer to the window.

The boys crowded near the glass, each one squinting at the bird as if trying to decipher its intentions. You stood behind them, your curiosity piqued. The eagle’s presence felt deliberate, its intense gaze focused unwaveringly on all of you.

“Damn, this is creepy!” Mingi said, breaking the tense silence.

You chuckled softly, but your eyes remained fixed on the eagle. There was something about it—something strange and familiar. You let your gaze drift over its sleek feathers, its curved beak, and the way its piercing eyes seemed to follow your every move.

You tilted your head to the side, testing its reaction, and to your surprise, the eagle mirrored you, tilting its head in unison. A spark of unease fluttered in your chest, quickly replaced by a growing warmth. Your heart began to race, pounding harder with each passing second, as though something deep inside you had been stirred awake.

The room around you seemed to blur, your ears ringing faintly as an invisible force pulled you inward. Time slowed, and your surroundings melted away.

In a blink, you weren’t in the club room anymore.

You found yourself in a grand bedroom, lined with tall bookshelves that stretched toward a ceiling adorned with an intricate Victorian design. The faint scent of old parchment and polished wood filled the air, grounding you in the peculiar space. Your breath hitched as you took it in.

The room felt like a memory—something buried deep within you.

A soft creak broke the silence, drawing your gaze toward the door. Slowly, it swung open with an almost theatrical deliberation. Your pulse quickened, and you turned to face whoever, or whatever, was on the other side.

The sound of Wooyoung’s voice snapped you back to the present before you could make sense of the vision.

“Hey guys, I want you all to meet the newest member of our group,” Wooyoung announced, his voice tinged with excitement.

You blinked, disoriented but drawn to the scene unfolding before you. Wooyoung stepped aside to reveal a figure standing in the doorway.

He had striking red hair that seemed to glow under the sunlight streaming through the windows. Tall and poised, he carried himself with the regal air of a prince, bowing gracefully as if he were greeting nobility.

“This is San,” Wooyoung said, throwing a casual arm around the newcomer’s shoulders. “He’s one of my closest friends through my mom. Thought it was time for you to meet him.”

As San lifted his gaze, his eyes locked onto yours with startling intensity. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. His lips curled into a small, knowing smile, and his eyes held a glimmer of recognition—as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

“It’s nice to meet you again, my sapphire,” he said, his voice smooth and resonant, carrying a weight that made your heart skip a beat. The words struck you like a bolt of lightning, your chest tightening as memories, emotions, and fragments of something familiar surged forward. It all clicked—the faces, the connections, the inexplicable feelings.

You weren’t just reliving your past; you were stepping into it all over again. But this time, in your own time and path.

And this time, you vowed to cherish every moment, whether things felt too good to be true or overwhelming to comprehend. You reminded yourself to believe that everything happens for a reason. Meeting people who fit perfectly into your world, who understand you deeply, or experiencing stories that surpass your wildest expectations—all of it had already begun unfolding.

Exaggerating these moments, highlighting their significance, felt necessary because they were pieces of something greater. They were reminders that life, in all its unpredictability, is a story worth living.

Life back then may not be the same as the life you have now, but what makes it extraordinary is that you were the one who started it. You made the choice to step forward, to embrace the unknown. Let it flow, wherever it may go. Let it be what it’s meant to be. And most importantly, learn from it.

In doing so, you found not just a story to live, but a reason to thrive.

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡

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hey!! could i request a little fluffy kcc fic where it’s like ‘the 5 times you and kyra almost kissed and the 1 time u did’ or sumth like that :P

the five times you almost kissed kyra, and the one time you did II k.cooney-cross

this is a super cute concept, maybe I’ll make this a lil prompt series for different players 🫶🏻

@celmeme this one’s for you bby

the five times you almost kissed kyra, and the one time you did II k.cooney-cross

one. you'd befriended kyra since the very first day the two of you had signed for melbourne victory. having played alongside one another a few times before in the young matildas a few years prior you knew of each other, but beyond that you’d really not interacted all that much at all.

you'd grown a lot closer at victory, being the same age you often roomed together for away games and through nights spent filled with breathless laughter, poor dad jokes and card games your friendship deepened.

you hadn't realized you felt much more for her than loving her like your best friend until it was during one of those sleepless sleepovers, the two of you clutching at your stomachs as your guts hurt from the deep belly laughs you desperately tried to stifle into your hands.

you were sprawled out on her bed, your own laying untouched with both your cases on it, clothes flung messily around the room as the two of you came down from a post win high, agreeing to pull an all nighter so you could sleep on the flight home tomorrow.

kyra was determined to teach you a new card game, one she'd grown up playing that must have been a queensland tribute as you'd grown up in victoria and never once heard of it.

your growing frustrations at losing over and over were grating at your patience, but the more annoyed you became the more kyra's grin grew.

"i give up!" you huffed, throwing the cards in her smug face and flopping down onto the bed with a frown. "sore loser! sore loser! sore loser!" the girl chanted beside you, playfully smacking you in the face with the playing cards as she grinned.

she finally ceased her teasing and laid down beside you, the two of you on your sides so you were face to face. kyra challenged you to a staring competition, forever competing with you over anything she could, and you of course accepted.

though as you were practically forced to look at her, properly look at her, you couldn't help but be distracted as you locked in on all the little features which made her, well her.

the freckles which littered her sun kissed skin, arching over her nose and cheeks, the alluringly safe and warm pools of hazel which were her eyes, the dimples in each corner of her mouth as she gave you that signature cheeky grin.

and her lips, her rosy pink lips which sat there staring right at you, you felt a weird pull in your stomach and blinked, the girls cheering at her victory snapping you out of it.

you could have kissed the smug smile right off her face then and there.

two. you don't know how you ended up here, you hated crowds and you hated the feel of the sweaty bodies all pressed up against you, the sour tang of alcohol soaked clothing filling the air.

but when you glance to your left and see her smile, everything else just melted away and suddenly there isn't anywhere else you'd rather be than here by her side.

you'd lost the rest of your friends hours ago but neither of you minded, wanting to see different bands than they had anyway and you all knew where to meet up later once the festival came to a close and the six of you would begin your long walk back to the caravan park you were spending the weekend at.

you hear her yell in your ear that she wants to get closer, her favourite band are up next and she's been hanging for their set all day, they were the main reason the two of you even ended up at this festival in the first place.

neither of you were drinking, just soaking in the luxury of another blisteringly hot australian summer and having a week break in between the A League season finishing and the international camp starting.

you felt her hand slip into yours, squeezing tightly as she threaded her way through the throng of intoxicated bodies littered around you, glancing over her shoulder with an excited grin to check you were still with her, eventually settling a few rows back from the front of the barricade.

she chattered away happily to you, always having been the talker among the pair of you as you were ever an avid listener. you loved the way she spoke so animatedly, gesturing her hands around and throwing her whole body into a story, switching between personalities and accents to really make you feel as though you'd been there with her.

the sun setting behind the main stage casted a gorgeous orange glow on the eager crowd below, the next band announced as a deafening cheer ripped out the pack of festival goers, kyra screaming in your ear as she shook you happily making you let out a loud laugh.

it was a few songs in when two more of your friends found you, hands resting on your shoulders as kyra's face lit up even more as they started to play her favourite song. you laughed in surprise as she grabbed your hands, sunglasses teetering on the end of her nose as she sang to you, spinning you around and dipping you as your laughter only increased.

though your breath caught in your throat as she suddenly pulled your body into hers, pressing her sweat dampened forehead to yours and screaming the final few lyrics in your face, lips only a mere millimeters from yours

all it would have taken was a slight adjustment, a sudden burst of unwavering confidence and you'd have kissed her, you wished you had.

three. the first real bump in the road came when both you and kyra finally broke out of the A League and into the international football scene. she signed with hammerby and you with arsenal, and though you'd spent time on different teams when she'd moved briefly to the wanderers, you'd never had this sort of distance between you.

it meant for more sleepless nights but this time alone, the two of you staying up to watch one anothers respective matches when they were on, face timing as much as you could and keeping in as much contact as possible.

and though your feelings for kyra should have dimmed given the way you'd not seen one another properly for so long, it seemed the distance in between you two had made your heart grow fonder.

you found your mind constantly occupied wondering what she was doing in the spare pockets of time you had to yourself.

not that you really had to try to hard to imagine it given kyra texted you at least a hundred times a day with constant updates of her whereabouts, inner monologue and just sometimes the most unhinged random thoughts which popped into her head.

as the months ticked by you found yourself counting down to the next matildas camp, your stomach knotting at the worry that you might not be called up, despite steph and caitlin's constant reassurance you would be.

of course, you were, and not even thirty seconds after hanging up with tony did kyra's contact photo flashed across your screen making you smile.

"looks like i'll be stuck with you again in july." she sighed dramatically as the two of you chattered away and wandered from where a few of the other girls were huddled together for a movie night, sitting out on steph's back deck as calvin came to keep you company.

"oh show me!" kyra begged as you scratched at the furball with his head on your legs, switching to facetime and flipping your screen to show him, kyra cooing her hello's. "well well well and here i was thinking you were out here alone." you jumped slightly hearing steph's voice as she came to join you.

"congratulations on the squad call up, not that any of us doubted you both would be. except maybe this one!" steph playfully shoved your head as you handed her your phone, her and kyra catching up for a moment before your best friend bid you both goodbye, needing to get ready for training.

"god you're both such oblivious idiots." steph chuckled as she handed you back your phone. "and what's that supposed to mean stephanie?" you challenged with narrowed eyes as the two of you stood, the older girl shaking her head with a smile.

"it means you're both clearly obsessed with one another but too in denial the other feels the same way to act on it." she smiled knowingly, slinging an arm over your shoulder and whistling for calvin to follow you both inside.

"shut up." you grumbled, shoving her off and taking your seat back beside lia and leah. "you didn't deny it." steph teased with a wink, prompting several of the other girls to try and wedge their way into whatever the two of you had been discussing, you waving them all off refusing to continue the conversation.

though as you tucked your knees into your chest your phone vibrated and you glanced down seeing kyra had sent you a series of snapchats. you turned your body a little more for privacy and opened them, smiling as you clicked through the various selfies.

the last one your finger hovered over to click out of, kyra up close to the camera with her lips pursed into a duck faced pout, captioning it 'smooches for pooches' and telling you to give calvin a kiss for her.

but unbeknownst to your best friend, the only person you wished you could give a kiss was her.

four. the world cup had all but flown by, weeks felt like hours and with every match played your emotions became all the more heightened. you were lucky enough to get your starting debut in the game against canada, having been utilized as a super sub in every other game.

once you were informed the first person you sought out to tell was your best friend, who'd started most games and you knew would understand the electric combination of excitement and nerves wracking your body.

"i'm starting tomorrow!" you burst through the door of your shared room, making kyra jump from where she'd been previously laid in bed doom scrolling. your best friend let out an excited squeal, jumping to her feet and launching herself at you.

"ow! dickhead." you laughed and shoved her as she landed on top of you, sending the two of you tumbling to the ground, a tangled mess of limbs. "see! i told you! i toldddd you!" the brunette sang out with a grin, grabbing your face and kissing your cheek with a loud mwah, and you were aware of the blush you felt creeping up your neck, wishing nothing more than for her to kiss you like that but not on the cheek.

"i'm so proud of you squish." the girl grinned, the two of you standing before she quite literally tackled you onto the bed, beaming down at you as you rolled your eyes at the nickname. "god don't call me that." you groaned, the midfielder only squishing your cheeks together aggressively with her hands making you squirm and push her away.

"hey kid, breathe." caitlin chuckled behind you, squeezing your shoulders as you tapped your foot anxiously in the tunnel, peering out to the thundering screams of the pitch which awaited you.

"you've earned this, go and show the world why!" stephs hand came to rest on your cheek where she stood in front of you, captains armband sitting proudly on her bicep as you nodded, sending her an appreciative smile.

your best friend watched from toward the back of the line up, the pining look after you not lost on her other best friend whom you were also quite close with, the blondes eyes narrowing as a smile curled on her lips.

"i think that if she scores tonight you need to reward her by telling her how you really feel." charlie leant forward and whispered in kyra's ear, causing the girl to turn around and shoot her a glare, mumbling for her to shut up before facing forward again.

unlike the match prior the team kicked off with a flying start, hayley getting you all on the score sheet early on much to the teams collective relief, everyone feeling the pressure of two prior lackluster performances looming over them.

by the time the clock wound down into injury time you were three goals up and absoloutely flying. you hadn't expected to play the entire match, tony had given you the heads up you'd likely be subbed off not long after half time for some fresh legs.

but here you were entering the 100th minute, legs still pounding the pitch as you trailed after hayley, flanked by ellie on your left and kyra on your right as they passed between them as you moved into position on the other side of the box.

kyra's head popped up for a moment and her eyes caught yours, you sent her a grin expecting her to cross it over to charlie who was right by the post, but she sent you a nod and suddenly the ball was sailing toward you as a sea of red uniforms came charging in.

you jumped suddenly realising that if you didn't the ball would be easily clipped out of play by a defender. you went in blind as two canadians pressed into either side of you, then suddenly as your eyes squeezed closed and you felt someone crash into your midsection, something came bouncing off your forehead moments before you slumped down to the ground.

any pain you felt from the harsh tackle was immediately wiped away as the stadium errupted and bodies piled on top of you as the final whistle sounded to end the game.

you were drowned in kisses and hugs and slung over shoulders and passed from team mate to team mate, celebrating your debut goal as you couldn't wipe the shit eating grin off your face.

"look! see! you're a little fucking rocket." steph beamed, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning your body, pointing up to the big screen where your goal was replayed, your captain shaking you with an excited cheer, kissing your cheek before running off.

you watched the goal replay as a sense of pride unlike something you'd ever known began to creep through your body, drowning out the deafening cheers and chants of the crowd as you finally felt like you belonged here.

though the moment was cut short as a body crashed into you, sending you tumbling to the ground as your best friend hovered over you. "you fucking did it! you scored! you played the full game and you pulled out a banger in the last minute!" kyra screamed at the top of her lungs, tilting her head back as she sat on top of you and cheering as loud as she could up toward the open sky making you laugh.

"wouldn't have happened without your assist!" you smacked her chest as you sat up, kyra shuffling off of you as the two of you sat side by side on the pitch, her head falling to your shoulder as you both soaked it all in for a moment.

you felt a warm hand slip into yours, fingers intertwining and gently squeezing as kyra brought your hand up to her mouth, kissing it and sending you a smile so soft you could have melted into the grass beneath you.

and again you both felt the world slip away as your eyes remained locked, the two of you seemingly caught in a trance as without realizing you both began to lean in slightly, kyra's eyes dropping down to your lips before flickering back up, left eyebrow every so slightly raised as if asking permission for something.

however you were both brought swiftly back to reality as charlie suddenly launched herself on top of the two of you with a squeal, arms slung around your necks as both yours and kyras cheeks burnt red, both avoiding one anothers gaze as if it would turn one another to stone.

five. ever since the almost kiss after the canada game and the crushing semi final elimination, things with you and kyra for the first time ever had felt strained, awkward, different.

decompressing after a whirlwind world cup you threw yourself with pre season and a week away with your arsenal national teammates, you and kyra had hardly spoken bar a few painfully awkward text conversations.

you were both aware of how uncomfortable things had become, and of course you both knew why and wanted to speak about it, but neither of you realised the other was feeling the same. and for fear of rejection or losing your friendship all together, you both suffered through the rough patch silently.

but then, everything changed the day that kyra's signing was announced.

seeing it pop up on your social media's you found yourself overcome with waves of differing emotions. you were angry she'd not told you, sad that she hadn't felt like it was something she could have told you, over the moon that once again you'd finally be playing alongside one another at a club level, and absolutely terrified at the thought of seeing her again in person.

turns out your chance came quite soon, kyra arriving to colney for her first training session with the team meant she'd called you the night before. she'd apologised over and over for not telling you, explaining she was doing her best to keep it as under wraps as she could before it was announced given it was such a last minute buy and transfer.

this had then snowballed into the two of you spending three and a half hours on the phone together, catching up on everything and anything from the past month you'd not actually spoken about, things finally starting to feel a little more normal again.

"you nervous to see your little girlfriend squish?" caitlin teased quietly as she took her seat beside you at breakfast, causing you to send her a firm glare, ignoring her words. "girlfriend?" katie had then chimed in, a lot louder than your australian team mate as your eyes widened and you smacked a hand over her mouth.

"do you have any other volume than fucking loud mccabe?" you scowled, removing your hand and shoveling a mouthful of fruit into your mouth.

"well clearly someone pissed in your cereal this morning." the irishwoman clipped, not taking the teasing any further as steph arrived and sent both women beside you a firm look, having overheard their previous words.

"hey, you okay?" the older girl kicked you softly causing you to look up and send her a nod, gaze dropping back to your tray as you picked at your breakfast.

"girls!" you all glanced up at jonas's voice, your breakfast suddenly caught in your throat at the sight of the tanned midfielder standing beside him with a nervous smile as jonas introduced her properly.

seeing the clearly overwhelmed look twinkle in her eyes, masked to almost everyone but you, you grabbed your tray and quickly stood to your feet. abandoning your breakfast you were quickly by her side, squeezing her hip reassuringly and grabbing her hand, pulling her with you to start introducing her to all of the girls.

“do you think they’ll ever confess that they’re in love with one another?” caitlin quietly murmured to steph who smiled, seeing the obvious glances of longing you and kyra would bathe one another with when you assumed the other wasn’t looking, and the way your gaze’s would quickly flick down to the others lips as you spoke, clearly distracted with the turmoil of your hidden affections for one another.

“yeah you know I do, but when they’re ready.”

one.

things finally felt normal between you and your best friend again, well as normal as it could be.

everyday you’d find you had to catch yourself, getting a little too close with the tanned midfielder.

a hug perhaps lingering a few moments too long, hands grazing skin as the two of you brushed up against one another in training, causing you both to become flustered and overwhelmed and yet somehow you both failed to notice the others obvious pining.

you both felt the tension between you two growing, but determined not to form any cracks in your once again rock solid friendship you refused to acknowledge them, pushing your feelings deep deep down and ignoring them as best as you could.

until one day, everything bubbled over.

it was the window of international break, so with over half your team mates scattered across the globe with national team commitments you and kyra found yourself with a lot more uninterrupted time together.

the two of you had done a lower body workout together earlier in the day under the watchful eyes of kim and jen, steph and caitlin normally your assigned babysitters away on a weekend getaway in spain together for some much needed r+r.

finishing up the two of you were left to your own devices, kim and jen satisfied that with your energy levels seemingly at bay you and kyra could be left alone in the gym for awhile before you’d all link back up later for some drills.

“i bet you i can hang upside down on this for five whole minutes!” kyra challenged as the two of you messed around with the gymnastics ropes, swinging around like monkeys as kyra had control of the gym speakers, your favourite band blasting around you.

“no way. you’ll break your neck if you fall!” you warned as the girl simply sent you a cheeky grin and shifted her position so she could get her legs up and into the hoops she’d been hanging off.

“ky you could seriously hurt yourself.” you warned again as she waved you off and continued on with her task, stubborn nature kicking in as you sighed in defeat and moved in closer, hoping to be able to catch her if she fell.

“okay start timing me!” the girl ordered, pulling herself up as you rolled your eyes but tapped onto the timer of your apple watch as she dropped her body, now hanging upside down with her feet through the hoops.

“see! told you, piece of cake mate.” kyra beamed beckoning you closer as you shook your head at her, the two of you basically eye to eye given how high she was on the ropes. “i feel like spider man this is so cool.” the brunette giggled, face starting to go red as the blood rushed to her head.

“you wish.” you rolled your eyes playfully, moving a stray hair out of her face as a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, eyes roaming one another’s faces silently.

“you could be my gwen stacey.” kyra smiled though much softer this time, her hands reaching out for you as you grabbed them, fingers intertwining, breath hitching as she tugged you closer, the two of you so close that if you even turned your head slightly your nose would bump hers.

and just like all those weeks ago everything seemed to slow, the guitar riff currently booming around the gym ceasing to a quiet hum as you found yourself completely lost in the soft pools of hazel brown which stared at you, a subtle longing drawing you in closer.

kyra’s breath hitched slightly as your hands came to gently clasp her cheeks, your touch warm and comforting and familiar. your eyes flickered up to her lips as she ever so slightly nodded, her body screaming out for the exact same thing yours was.

ever so slowly, agonisingly so for kyra, you leaned in that little bit further until finally, finally, your lips met hers.

her lips felt soft, and warm and your stomach did a backflip as they moved against your own, her mouth slotting perfectly with yours as fireworks punched their way around your insides, the gentle touch of your best friend setting your hairs on end, goosebumps rippling your tanned skin.

“kyra! jesus christ get the hell down from there you’re gonna break your neck!” you jumped away from her as the sound of your captains voice rang sternly through the gym.

caught off guard kyra let out a squeal as her feet unhooked, sending her tumbling down on top of you, the two of you crashing down to the ground with a loud thud and a shared groan.

but as the scottish woman ripped into the two of you angrily your eyes still found kyra’s, lips curling into a soft smile and cheeks glowing bright red as you slipped your hand into hers, squeezing softly as kyra reciprocated your shy smile.

because to the two of you in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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