#I legit had to pinch myself to not squeal in front of My Man!!!

[goldenokamigirl94]

DEVS TF IS THIS??? 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

[smol-and-grumpy]

Light My Fire - CH02

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Slow build, a pinch of angst, doubts, a little fluff too, maybe?

WC: 2975

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons​ <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

There’s a knock at the door in the afternoon and she opens up to Gabriel, Dean’s personal driver and handyman. She has known him for a while now, having started at the company almost at the exact same time. Gabe’s secretive — probably why Dean hired him in the first place — and he’s really easy to talk to. 

“Boss said I should move your things to his apartment.” Gabe says and steps in. 

“What else has he told you?” She closes the door and follows Gabe over to where her suitcases are. 

“Nothing much. You’re married or something. But I signed a NDA, so, no worries,” He shrugs like it’s no fucking deal, which makes her wonder what else he knows. She wonders what else Gabe witnessed while driving around for Dean.

“Is that all?” He asks and points his finger at her two packed suitcases.

“Yeah, I travel light.” She smiles, feels a little embarrassed actually. But that’s how it is. Everything she owns fits into two lousy suitcases. It’s actually quite sad when she thinks about it. 

“Damn, you could have taken the subway with them suitcases. There’s no need for me,” Gabe says it with an amused tone to his voice. 

 *

 Gabe drives into the parking garage of the building Dean lives in. He tells her to call the elevator and take the one far left because that one will go to the top floor without making unnecessary stops. He then takes out her luggage and follows her. 

As they are standing in the elevator, the stupid music starts to play and she hates that. Hates lame elevator music, because it makes everything so much more awkward. Dean even has his own elevator. It’s a little ridiculous when you think about it. 

They arrive and Gabe shows her the way, which is probably not really hard because there’s only one door that looks like an apartment door. All the other doors had  signs on them that say Keep out! or Private!

Gabe rings the bell and she waits behind him. She can’t lie, she’s a little scared. Like, he’s her boss and he’s so damn grumpy all the time and she’s afraid that he’s going to fire her even in his own home. 

Dean opens the door, his hair’s ruffled, his jacket and tie are off, the top two buttons of his shirt are loose, and his sleeves are rolled up. The shirt has those crinkles on them as if he just took a nap. Maybe he did? He was complaining about a headache earlier. 

“Hey,” He says and opens the door wider, for Gabe and her to step through, “Thanks Gabe, that’ll be all.”

“Right,” Gabe nods, “I’ll be in the car ready to leave when you are.”

Dean gives Gabe a courtesy nod before he closes the door behind him. He then turns to her. It's really awkward. She wonders if she’s made a mistake in agreeing to be his fake wife. 

He has both his hands in his pockets when he looks at her and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” She manages to give him a weak smile. She can’t tell him that she’s in fact, not really okay of course, that she’s in fact, nervous as hell. 

“Come on, follow me,” Dean starts to walk through the penthouse and she needs to speed up to be able to keep up with him. His legs are incredibly long and hers are not, “I’ll show you around.” 

They walk into a big open space. There’s a black sofa in one corner. It faces a ridiculously big screen tv. There are also two big comforter chairs which she frowns a little at. It’s not that they don’t look nice, they just don’t really fit into the setting. 

Dean senses her confusion, “I bought them for when Sam’s over. Watch,” He grins and walks over, sits in one and reclined himself. When he settles, he pushes a button and there's a buzzing sound, “It massages your back,” He says, a smile on his face that’s brighter than the sun. She couldn’t not laugh at that. 

“Right,” Dean says then, “Gotta get out before I let myself be sucked into it. It’s hard to get out once you relax too much.” 

She can imagine and actually, she can’t wait to get in there herself.

He continues to walk ahead and they get into a kitchen area. The fridge is more than twice as big as the one she has at home and it’s stocked up, too. Either he went to the store before or he has someone to do it for him. She thinks it must be the latter. She just can’t imagine him walking through the aisle wheeling a cart in front of him.

After the kitchen, he walks along a hallway and points to the rooms. 

“That’s my study, I don’t use it that much but there’s a computer and printer. If you need something, you can use it.”

The door next to the office is the guest bathroom. It’s bigger than the living room of her apartment. 

They walk further along the hallway and come to stop at two doors on either side of the narrow hallway.

Dean opens up the door to her right, “That’s your bedroom,” They walk in and it’s spacious as hell. She thinks it’s even bigger than her whole apartment. Everything is kept in a warm mix of white and beige, “And that’s your bathroom.” He walks through to the en-suite and she can see that the tub is huge. 

He looks at her, sees her mouth standing agape and has to grin.

“What?” She asks, feeling a little flushed knowing that he’s been watching her. 

Pressing his lips into a tight line, he grins a little. There are teeny tiny dimples showing, “There’s a gym on the first floor of the building, you’re free to use it if you want.”

“Okay,” She follows him out again and wonders what is behind the door that he hasn’t mentioned, “And what’s there?”

“That’s my bedroom.” He says simply, and he’s already rushing back into the living area, and fuck why are his legs so damn long. She is glad that they’re bowed, he would probably be even faster if they were straight.

“Dean, slow down, I’m not that fast,” She has to call out because he’s already at the door to the balcony. 

He laughs, “Sorry, I’m just so used to walking around with Sam and he never has a problem keeping up with me. I’ll try to go slower, okay?” He waits until she reaches him.

“That'd be great, thanks.”

“Come on, you need to see this,” There’s a boyish smile decorating his face. It’s nothing like the grumpy Dean she knows as her boss. He’s genuinely content, and it shows. 

He opens up the door to the balcony and holy shit, it’s not a balcony. It’s a freaking terrace. There’s a hot tub on the far left side, overlooking the city.

“Nice, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” She agrees, “It really is. How often do you get to enjoy it, though?” It’s a legit question because she knows how much he works. 

“Maybe I’ll get to enjoy it more now that you’re here.” His voice is a little soft when he says it. Before she can even ask what he means by that, he clears his throat, “Right, I really need to go back to the office now. Will you be okay? I’ll try not to stay too late, alright?” 

“Sure,”

“Make yourself at home. It’s yours now, too.” He’s about to turn around but then he stops, “Really missed you in the office this morning. Ruby doesn’t know how I drink my coffee.”

“It’s not hard? You drink it black.”

“Yeah, but hers is different.”

She doesn’t really know if he’s shitting her. Dean’s so hard to read sometimes. 

“Dean, the coffee is the same!”

“Fine,” He rolls his eyes, “But anyway, just so you know. You’re missed in the office. Not just because of the coffee.”

“Now you’re just kissing my ass.”

Dean snorts out a laugh before he turns around and picks up his tie and jacket. He walks to the door, turns around again, “Call me when you need anything!”

She can’t even say okay because she can already see  that the door closed. 

*

Two suitcases are easy to unpack. Half of her new closet is still empty. She didn’t even need more than an hour. 

Walking out into the living room, she sees the comforter and decides to spoil her body with a massage. 

She sits in, reclines herself and pushes the same button Dean did before, and immediately a buzzing sound fills her ears as her back starts to vibrate. She lets out a squeal at first but soon starts to relax and it does feel really good. She closes her eyes and almost drifts off when she feels another kind of vibration in the back pocket of her pants. 

Taking out her phone she looks at her screen.

Dean.

 D: What are you up to? Find everything alright?

 Y/N frowns. Because she sees the time and knows for a fact that he’s in a meeting right now because she organized that meeting.

 Y/N: Aren’t you in a meeting?

D: Yeah, but I’m bored.

 She doesn’t even know that he’s a texter. Every time she saw him with his phone in his hand, he talked to someone. He never just has his phone in his hand and fucking texts.

 Y/N: If you’re really interested, I’m sitting in the comforter and I’m enjoying a massage.

D: Jealous.

Y/N: Was thinking about taking a bath in the hot tub. I’m allowed to use it, right?

D: You are. But I would wait til the evening. The view is nicer then.

Y/N: Okay.

 But he’ll be here in the evening and he’ll see her in the tub. Ugh. 

 D: Right, just wanted to see if you’re okay. Since you are, I’m gonna go back to listening to whatever Donatello has to tell me. See you later, Y/N.

Y/N: TTYL

D: TTYL?

Y/N: Talk to you later

D: Oh, TTYL

 She snorts out a laugh, thinks that texting-Dean is kind of adorable.

 *

 After a relaxing massage, she decides to take a shower. Mainly because she still hasn’t showered after she poured coffee all over herself this morning. 

The shower’s huge too, the water pressure is excellent. The nozzles (and boy are there many of them), hit her sore spots just right.

She dresses herself back in some jeans and shirt. Normally if she’s at her home, she’d walk around in only a shirt but she’s practically a guest around here — even if Dean insists that it’s her home, she doesn’t trust it yet — and she doesn’t really know how her boss would react seeing her walking around in his apartment in only her underwear and a shirt. 

Taking her book that she didn’t get to finish this morning out into the living room, she grabs a cup of coffee before she makes herself comfortable and cozies herself up on the couch to finish her book. 

Just when she reaches the second to last page, Dean walks in, his tie already loose around his neck, “Honey, I’m home!” He smiles when he sees her staring at him, “I always wanted to say that once in my life.”

“You’re early,” She says, pushes at the button of her phone to realize that it’s almost 6pm. Normally he’s still at the office. 

Dean switches on the light for her and she doesn't even realize that it starts to get dark out. 

“Yeah, I still have a headache. It’s been like that since I woke up after the night I married Amara. Didn’t feel like working longer and leave you alone either.” He comes to sit next to her and she catches the smell of his cologne mixed with his musk. He smells delicious even after a long day and that’s not really fair. 

“Should I go get some painkillers? You just have to tell me where they are kept.”

“Nah,” He sighs, “I’ll just take them before I go to sleep. What are you up to?” He asks her, and she sees that he’s eyeing up her book that she’s still clutching in her hands. 

Her face starts to flare up. 

“Just reading a book.” She says it in an easy way, tries to sound nonchalant about it but she knows that she fails.

Dean catches the cover before she could hide it and he starts to grin, “You sap.” He stands up again when he sees that she starts to feel uncomfortable if they didn’t  change the subject soon.

“What do you want to eat? Does Pizza sound alright? I’m not in the mood to cook tonight.”

That’s when it dawns on her that she’s playing his fake wife and maybe she should have cooked him something for dinner? Because that’s what wives do right? She doesn’t fucking know because she hasn’t even been in a relationship long enough to cook anything for anyone. Except that she sometimes used to cook for Jack. Oh my god, Jack! She still has to tell him what happened! 

She gets up from the couch, abandons her book and walks to Dean who’s already in the kitchen leafing through take-out leaflets, “I’m sorry, I should have cooked you something,”

He stops in his tracks to look at her, one eyebrow raised, “What?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to be your fake wife and I’m supposed to cook you something.”

Dean sighs, “Y/N, really. That’s not why I fake married you. You don’t have to do anything in fact. It’s okay alright? I’m a big guy and  if I want something cooked, I can do it myself.”

“Okay,” She says, still feels a little guilty about it, though. And Dean seems to sense it because he drops the leaflets and walks over to her, places his hand on the back of her neck and she catches the whiff of his cologne. It makes all the hair on her body stand up and she gets light headed. 

He lowers himself a little, looks her in the eye, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you understand? Hey, look at me.”

She does, looks straight into his green eyes. Dean Winchester has freckles. She never noticed them before, was always distracted by the green of his eyes. 

There’s a moment of silence, and she doesn’t know if he feels it too. Feels a magnetic force that pulls her towards him.

“Are we good?” He leans in closer and she can feel his hot breath.

“Yeah,” She nods.

“Good,” He says, but doesn’t quite move away yet, if anything he moves even closer. He’s closer to her than he’s ever been, “Because I want you to feel comfortable around me, okay? I’m really not your boss when we’re together. I want you to be yourself, can you do that?”

“Sure,” 

Dean smiles, showing his white fangs. Her heart races a little more. She would love to feel the teeth on her skin.

Y/N, what’s wrong with you?

He lingers a little longer, his hand still firm on the back of her neck and she feels like he’s staring into her soul. He licks his lips before he speaks, “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” 

She’s really not, at least not yet. She’s too confused to eat. Confused about the fact that she feels that she’s attracted to her own fucking boss. Someone who she’s faked married to!

“Right, how about you take that bath in the hot tube that you talked about? I’ll go take a shower and we’ll order later, huh?”

She looks out of the window and grins, because the sun’s going down and the view’s really is fabulous, “Sounds good to me.”

 *

 She slips into her room to change into a bathing suit. She doesn’t really have anything fancy, only a simple black bikini but she’s not really here to impress him, is she? She’s not really here to do more than being his fake wife, right? Right.

When she walks out to the terrace, Dean must already be in his room because she can’t see him but she did find the tub heating up and bubbling away. There’s a bottle of wine and glasses on the table next to the tub. She smiles when she thinks that he prepared it for her. She wouldn’t have guessed that he would do things like this. At least not boss Dean that she knows.

She steps into the tub and lets herself sink lower. Closing her eyes, she embraces the feel of floating outdoors.

“You didn’t pour yourself wine?” Dean’s voice suddenly jerks her back to reality. 

Y/N opens her eyes to see Dean standing there, wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants. His hair’s still damp from the shower. She’s astounded, he looks completely different. Still good, but different. More casual, more relaxed. 

“I was too excited to get in,” She smiles at him.

Dean mirrors her smile before he pours the wine for her, “You must have wine in there in order to get the full experience.” He walks over to hand it to her. 

“Thanks,” She says, and thinks whether she should ask if he wants to join her? What’s the proper hot tub etiquette? “You want to come in?”

He chuckles, “Nah, maybe some other time, I’m enjoying the view from here.” He pours himself some wine and sits down, stretching himself before his face settles into a smirk. 

She thinks it’s weird that he said he wants to enjoy the view but he’s sitting facing her. 

CH03

[aubzylynn]

A December Deception [Part 1]

Word Count: 1597

Series Warnings: A few curse words, pining, fake dating, fake living together, group conspiracy, teasing, probably second hand embarrassment?, and last but not least: Christmas (I feel like this is a legit warning).

Summary: Prompt found on Pinterest: I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit I’m in too deep I need a boyfriend ASAP.

A/N: Aaaaahhhhhh I’m freaking out. I’ve never EVER in my life posted the start to a series without having at LEAST half of it written! Please be patient with me updating this. I’m still working 3 jobs. I’m gonna shoot for updates on Fridays, okay? Sound good?  This series is also a cry for help. I spent forever in the “Steve Rogers fluff” tag trying to find some cute fluffy fics and everything that was coming up was either angst, or Steve cheating on the reader, or reader cheating on Steve WITH BUCKY which would never happen okay, or reader leaving Steve for someone else…and I want to help rectify the situation. So here, take this Stevie fluff fest. Special shout out to @sarahwroteathing. She’s always so supportive and amazing and I’m so lucky that she’s my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without her

Please comment and let me know what you think! Being as busy as I am, I’m not going to invest time in this fic if nobody likes it, ya feel? 

[A December Deception Masterlist]

“Noooooo! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry out, tossing your phone over Wanda’s legs, and falling face first into the couch.

Wanda chuckles and tries to smooth your hair away from your face. “What’s wrong, honey?”

You push the top of your head into her thigh, groaning. “My sister’s coming over for Christmas.”

“Friendmas,” Maria corrects.

“I thought she was going to your parents’ for Christmas?” Pepper asks, coming back to the living room with a new bottle of wine.

“She was; but, apparently, they’ve decided to go on an Alaskan cruise.”

Natasha took the bottle from Pepper and filled her glass before refilling yours and Wanda’s, too. “So, what’s the problem? Why aren’t you stoked to have her over?

You sit up, hands flying to your face. Pushing the heels of your hands into your temples, you shut your eyes tightly against the judgmental looks you’re bound to receive. “She, uh. She tries to set me up with everyone.”

“Oh, no!” Wanda laughs, “What an awful sister! Is she bringing some hunky fireman to dinner?”

“Nooo…that’s.” You sigh and drag your fingers down your face dramatically. “Uh, okay here’s the problem. She thinks I have a boyfriend.”

“A what, now?” Natasha asks, failing to hide a smirk.

Your face falls into a serious pout. “You heard me, smartass. A boyfriend.”

“Oh.” the room says collectively.

“A boyfriend that lives with me.”

“Oh.” Interest colors their voices.

You’re ready for the couch to consume you as you inform them, “A boyfriend that I’m, apparently, very much in love with.”

“So,” Pepper clears her throat. “Where is this dashing man that’s swept our girl off her feet?”

“Dunno, but he needs to show up before tomorrow.”

There’s a sharp rap on your door that makes you jump and nearly spill your wine. You struggle to get up; it feels like the couch is aiding in trying to swallow you whole.

Nat looks around the group. “Who the hell is knocking? We’re all here. It’s girls’ night, right?”

Everyone else looks around in comedic confusion. You scoff at your friends and smile affectionately as you finally free yourself from your couch. You make your way around the sectional before unlocking your door. You pull the handle up a bit before yanking it open.

“Steve!”

“Hey, neighbor!” he greets warmly.

There’s a dramatic gasp behind you. “Oh, my god! Steve can be your boyfriend!”

Awkward silence filled the room. Steve’s eyes went wide as you felt an embarrassed blush warm your face.

“Steve can be her what?” Steve asks, voice suddenly high and squeaky.

“Yeah! This is perfect!”

Natasha vaults over the couch, grabs her friend, and pulls him in from the hallway before closing your front door with her hip. His eyes are still wide, brows pinched in confusion, mouth flapping in unformed questions, looking to you for answers. You press your lips into a line, reaching out for his arm as you address the room, “We’re not dragging Steve into this, you guys.”

“But he’s perfect!” Wanda objects.

“You already know each other.” Pepper says levelled, like he should have been the only clear choice. “You’re already comfortable with each other.”

“He’s–he’s my best friend! Of course we’re comfortable–”

Steve finally swallows the lump in his throat and asks, “Why do you need a boyfriend?”

“Her sister’s coming for Christmas.” Maria says.

“Can I tell him what’s happening? Please?” Exasperated, you grab Steve’s arm and pull him to your room in a desperate attempt at privacy. You knew the girls were going to be listening outside your door. “I’m sorry about this,” you start, leaning against your door while Steve settles in your chair at your desk. “You don’t have to get into this at all.”

“How is your sister connected? Why do you need a boyfriend if she’s coming over?” Steve sounds…nervous? You can’t process his reaction, you’re busy trying to keep your anxiety and embarrassment under control.

Your head falls back against the door with a dull thud. “After Scott and I broke up, she tried to set me up with everyone in her contacts list.” You explain, deliberately not looking at Steve. “It was easier to lie to her and tell her I met someone than to go on another awful date.”

He looks up at you, eyes bright. “So, when you went on all those dates, that was your sister setting you up?”

You nodded, finally having enough courage to look at Steve. He’s smiling, almost to himself. “But, listen. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll just tell my sister that my boyfriend is on a work trip or something–”

“I’ll do it,” he says softly but surely, “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“You will?” The whole world has been lifted off your shoulders.

Steve stands, smiling, ready to hug you and calm your nerves. What Steve wasn’t ready for, was your choked squeal. He also wasn’t anticipating you to run and jump into his arms in your elation. He catches you easily, laughing, albeit somewhat nervously, and holds you tightly to his chest.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Steven Grant,” you say, releasing him from your attack hug, moving your hands to cup his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you big time. Whatever you need. I got you.”

Steve totters back to his apartment, full of conflicting thoughts like I’m the luckiest guy in the world and what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

He opens the door, finding Bucky in the same place he left him: less than a foot away from the television, screaming into his headset at the lack of respect his teammates were showing. “Fuck you, Wilson! You pull that shit again, I’m not helping you respawn!”

“Losing again, Buck?”

“It’s Wilson’s fault!” Amidst the gunshots, Steve vaguely heard Sam’s reply over Bucky’s headset. “No, screw you, dude, you know this loss is on you!”

Steve ignores his friend and heads to the kitchen in search of a snack, or something. He’s not quite sure what he wants. He just needs to do something. He opens the fridge and stares unseeing at the contents, replaying the conversation he just had with you. He was going to be living with you for the next couple of days. Not that he practically wasn’t already. Steve was nearly always over at your place when neither of you had work or class…

But this was so much more. He was facading as your boyfriend. He’d get to see what it was like to finally hold you that way, to kiss you, to look at you without wondering if his eyes were going to combust into hearts and lead you to the realization that he’s been in love with you for so long. He was so excited to let his real feelings out, but so nervous. What if this opened a can of worms? What if–

“Dude, I’m making you pay for the whole electric bill this month if you keep that fridge open!” Bucky scolds, closing the refrigerator door and effectively snapping Steve out of his trance.

“Shit, sorry.”

“What’s gotten into you? I was callin’ you; do you want to play COD?”

“Uh,” Steve rubs the back of his head, feels the heat of his blush creeping up his neck, “I can’t. I’ve gotta take some of my stuff to Y/N’s. I’m staying over there for a couple of days.” He sidesteps his best friend, hoping to avoid the conversation altogether. Steve pushes into his bedroom when Bucky finally processes his words.

“Hold on. Did you tell her?” he asks, running into Steve’s room, eyes bright and excited. “You sly dog, you finally did it! What did she say?”

Steve smiles and scoffs at his best friend. “She wants me to be her fake boyfriend and stay over for the next couple of days while her sister’s here.”

Steve laughed as he watched Bucky try to process the situation. He shakes his head, brows furrowed in complete confusion. “Pal, I’m gonna need you to explain what the fuck you just said.”

“Y/N’s sister is coming to visit for a few days. She told her sister that she had a boyfriend that’s living with her.”

“So, you’re the boyfriend?”

“Well, yeah. I gotta take some clothes over there…probably some stuff, too. Ya know, make it look like I live there.” Steve disappeared into his closet in search of a dufflebag.

“Steve,” Bucky calls, biting his lip and running a hand over his jaw. “You sure this is a good idea?”

Steve reappears, stack of clothes in one hand, duffle in the other. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’m just worried about you. I know how you feel about this girl, and I don’t want you gettin’ hurt just ‘cause she asked you to play pretend.”

Steve reaches out and grasps Bucky’s shoulder. “I appreciate the concern, Buck, but everything’s gonna be fine. Her sister’s only here until the day after Christmas. I can handle this.”

Bucky smiles and pats Steve’s shoulder affectionately. “You better take some of your paintings to hang on the walls.”

Steve’s eyes widen with realization. “I should take my kit over there, too.” He mutters to himself.

Bucky watches his best friend flit around the room, gathering clothes and art supplies, smiling like he’s bursting with excitement and anticipation. While Steve is distracted, Bucky pulls out his phone and pulls up his text thread with Natasha. Tell me what you know about this fake dating situation.

[Part 2]

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You’re Beautiful [1]

Authour’s Note: So um, this scenario is just a bit of... what I went through. This scenario is gonna be a series, but it will be from a relate-able point of view with the reader. A lot of this info is personal, but I feel like I need to put myself in this. It’s not gonna be legit all me, but... it’s something I needed to vent off what I have been through till now. So if you take the time to read this series, I thank you! Other than that, please support anyone with hardships in their lives, I would love feedback to. Thank you!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you do, I believe that being there for the people you love... it’s one of the most blissful feelings you could ever have. The feeling of being a good person, the feeling of... being wanted for a reason. I believe... I found that from meeting you.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Mentions of Depression, Suicide, Body Image Issues, Smut, and lots of Fluff that could make you squeal

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Taking out the trash, I looked up from where I stood, my eyes staring at the light grey clouds that glowed ever so brightly in the sky. I could smell the fresh winter blow through, making my skin grow with goosebumps from the chilly air. Winter was so wonderful, but sometimes it was just like painful ice cubes or flakes stabbing the skin like a jellyfish’s stingers. Well, it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle, being from Florida and moving around was nothing, so the winter air was just a mere tickle. My hands moved the trash into the trash bin, eyes wavering a bit and soon closing them.

I moved to Korea not long ago, feeling it best to just get away from what has been on my mind for so long. I needed this chance, even if my parents were against the idea of moving to a foreign country, I reassured them that I would be fine. This chance to take classes in college, the chance to relieve myself from the people who only made me miserable, I needed the time to get away. It was a silly thing, yes, but when you are on the brink of relapsing, wouldn’t you leave to go somewhere far to get your shit together? No? I would, I want to leave the place that made me hate who I was. That’s why Korea was the first spot. A university that I could attend was great and I started tomorrow. It was going to be nice. At least, I hope it will.

“Ah, shit. I need to get dinner.” I said, looking at my phone and quickly running up the steps to my apartment, my hand opening the door knob and pushing it open. I took a deep breath, already exhausted and sigh. This body of mine… it was not the greatest of bods you would find in the world and on women, but it was what I lived with. I carried baby fat I never managed to burn off because I was so focused on eating and making myself into a lazy bum. I weighed almost 175 Lbs. Doctor told me I was too overweight for my age and body height. Call that something, huh? I hadn’t exercised in a long time, and even if I did, I lose the motivation to. Well, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. At least, not anymore.

Grabbing the house keys and my wallet with whatever amount of cash I had /won/, I walked out the apartment, locking the door and taking a deep breath, my eyes looking to the sky as I walked down the stairs of the building. It looked like it was going to snow soon, and it was gonna be a rough snowy day especially. I hadn’t recalled the last time I saw the snow. I must have been eleven or twelve when I did, but I do remember spending those winter days with my grandpa, two months before his death came in Ohio. When the news of his death fell from my father’s lips, I remember the tears he spilled and the tears I felt fall. I never saw my father cry before, but I knew I would never forget it… even my mother. Even though I have seen her cry many times before, she always remained strong and I always loved them, even if they made me who I was today. Do believe me, I love my parents, but I couldn’t handle the expectations they have thrown onto me. It was all… too much.

I stepped on the sidewalk, pulling my scarf up as the wind got a little heavy and I just sigh, my long, brown hair whipping around as the wound blew, making me pull my beanie up on my head from my pocket. I wore winter boots that were a bit fuzzy, my socks fuzzy as well, but I wore leggings and a sweater with a coat that reached below my thighs. Though, it wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I didn’t think Korea’s weather was like this at times. It was so cold and I wished I had brung more clothes with me from home. Maybe mom was right about being sure to do your research. The thought made me homesick, but I push the thought down. My eyes look up in front of me as I came to the city limits in Seoul, hoping I will find a food stand around the area, and right on cue, I did.

The food stand contained noodles called Myeon, a North Korean dish of cold buckwheat or sweet potato noodles with cucumber, radish, beef and a boiled egg in an icy broth, or keep warm and satisfied with sujebi /hand torn noodles in a clam and vegetable broth/ and bites of raw green chilli. It was perfect, and with that, I asked for the keep warm dish and had sweet potato noodles. It was good to keep warm in the winter, so with that, I paid thirteen won, thanking them in my rusty Korean, and then setting off, fixing my glasses and I sighed a bit, closing my eyes. What time was it anyway?

10:00 PM.

“Ahh… I gotta sleep soon. Damn it. This is gonna be a pain..” I said with an exasperated sigh, pulling my food close and before I even knew it, I slammed into someone’s chest, grunting and soon dropping my dish I ordered, the food splattering all over the concrete floor as I held my nose, whimpering, my eyes looking up.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see where I was going sir!” I said, my Korean super rusty as I had just learned it in under a few months before coming to Korea. The man in front of me wore a beanie, sunglasses on the birch of his nose, a sick mask, like the ones you see doctors wear, on his face and I blink. His fashion style seemed much recent, so this guy couldn’t be like… over his forties. He wore Vans that were pretty recent, his jeans tight against his legs, showing off his muscles a bit and there were a few holes here and there. Though, he was wearing a black leather jacket, he even wore a collared shirt with a scarf under it. Something rang in my ear, telling me he was in his twenties at least, that much I got.

“Um… sir, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I said with a nervous smile, his silence making me antsy and uneasy under his stare. My hands went up a bit in defense when he pulled his mask down, his thin lips in full view, and what I didn’t expect to hear was his voice, milky, deep, and so sweet in it’s light hearted tone.

“I am sorry, is your nose alright? You didn’t hit it that hard right?” He asked and pulled the mask and sunglasses off, reaching to touch my nose for any swelling, bleeding, or a sign that it was broken. His hands were so warm against my cold cheeks, making me flush. He had handsome features, like the little dumps above the side of his lips, his caramel brown eyes looking at my nose and pulled back a bit.

“I am fine! Don’t worry. I’m okay.” I said with a soft smile, but then I noticed his gaze fall to the floor… my Myeon. Oh no, he isn’t gonna do what I think he is gonna do, right?

“I am so sorry about your dinner! Here, let me buy you another one.” The stranger said.

Bingo… This was a hassle enough, now he was wanting to pay for my food and help me get a new one? I didn’t think that he would go that far, but I couldn’t let him pay for my dinner, hell, we just met too! This was not gonna go well.

“No, no! You don’t have to! I can get a new one.” I said.

“No, no. I insist, it’s the least I can do for bumping into a pretty lady like you.” He said.

Wait. Did he just… Did a handsome guy like him call me “pretty?” What was this dream? I had to be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it, It is all a dream. I will pinch myself, and wake up. Yup, starting now. I reached my my right hand to my left arm, pinching it hard and soon wincing. Okay, this wasn’t a dream… this is reality. Oh, fuck. This can’t be happening. This will be news to tell one of my friends that were still in the U.S.A.

“I… um, I guess. But I am gonna pay you back!” I said, forcing the guy to chuckle, making me flustered and embarrassed, “D-Don’t laugh! I mean it! I am gonna pay you back.” I retort.

“Okay, I believe you. But, I have a better idea.” The stranger said, “You can pay me back by having coffee with me maybe?” He asked and smiles a bit.

“J-Just coffee?” I asked, the question popping up… Did he just basically ask me out? No, no! (Y/N) don’t start assuming things, maybe he just wants to be friends, that has to be it. Anyways, I reluctantly nodded a bit at his question, only receiving a beaming smile in response from him.

“Great! Here, let me get you another bowl, my treat!” The stranger said and ran to the food stand, looking back at the food on the floor and he ordered the exact one i had bought. What was this guy thinking? I didn’t think he would be willing to help me out, but he seemed determined to do so. I sighed and sat down on the bench, soon seeing his feet beside mine and he I look up to see him holding a fresh bowl of Myeon.

“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to pay for it, I still have cash for it.” I said and the stranger shook his head.

“No, I was clumsy, I should have looked at where I was going, it was the least I can do for an apology. Besides, I don’t mind helping out others when they need something.” He said, his voice tinged with a bit of confidence a bit of care.

“Right… Well, I should um get home. I have to get to class in the morning at the University, early riser ya know?” I said.

“Of course! Can I walk you home? Oh, I forgot, my name is Jung Hoseok, and may I ask your’s?”

“(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you… Hoseok.” I said, his name ringing a few bells and I tilt my head. Jung Hoseok. I have heard that name before. Well, now is not the time to dwell in the thoughts. “Well, I should be going, I guess I will um… see you tomorrow for coffee? What time and place?” I asked.

“Ah, well, I will pick you up from the University or your place. Here, have my number.” He said, handing me a small paper with his number on it, making me feel a bit giddy inside at how this has escalated, but the possibility of having a friend, FINALLY, after what? Five days of living here? I finally, probably, got a friend. “Do you mind if I ask where you live? I can walk you, unless you’re close by, then I can just go on ahead.” Hoseok said with a sweet smile.

“Oh! I just live around the block. I live in the Seoul Dorms. The apartment with the big blue sign.” I said with a small smile, my eyes looking into his gently.

“Well, what a coincidence, me and my friends live there as well. What luck would I have for having a beautiful girl living next door to the dorm I live in~?” Hoseok asked with a cheeky, but cocky grin. I felt the urge to just laugh a bit, but I did wonder, I did hope I lived next door to him. He was cute, calm, collected, confident, and even polite, unlike most guys so far that I’ve seen.

“Well, we will just have to see.” I said with a smile.

“We will see, indeed. Shall we?” He asked and I chuckled, walking and talking with him along the way.

Hoseok was a sweet guy. He enjoyed dancing, singing, food, and he even seemed to enjoy music more than anything. Have I ever seen him before? I couldn’t remember, it has been a long time since I last saw a guy like him, and the name was on the tip of my tongue, but I could register it because it was muddled with so many memories I didn’t want to remember. Regardless, I don’t think it mattered, but it seemed to bug me more and more as I thought.

The walk to the apartment was rather short lived as we finally arrived in front of it. I sigh a bit, making sure Hoseok’s number was saved into my phone, and when I saw it was, I smiled softly to myself. Glancing over to Hoseok, we walked up the stairs and we soon parted.

“So you do live next door, huh?” Hoseok’s words broke through and I looked, seeing him about to unlock the door to his apartment, holding the key in his hand, mine in my own hand and I chuckle in response.

“Seems to be so. Well, i will um.. Text you tomorrow? I will let you know when class is over.” I said, soon opening my door and stopping, “Um.. have a good night.” I said with a sweet smile, his eyes seemingly wide at that and I walk inside. I took a deep breath and pull my glasses off as I closed the door. Home and now I am not hungry. I placed the dinner in the refrigerator and pulled a water bottle out, soon pulling off my jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

My eyes landed on my bed and I fell in it, holding the water bottle gently and placing it down, letting it sit up and I sigh. Today was… rather weird. First I relapse a bit on memories, then I go to get dinner, I bump into a stranger named Jung Hoseok, and now I am asked to a sort of “date” with him tomorrow after classes at the University. Today has been so hectic and yet… I could feel my stomach flip butterflies at the thought of making a new friend.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhaustion, but when I heard my phone vibrate, I grabbed the electronic and clicked the lock button, seeing a text from Hoseok, my eyes reading the message.

Good night, I can’t wait for tomorrow!! Get a lot of rest and be prepared for class, I will be waiting for ya! - 10:23 PM

What a dork… I chuckle a bit and soon close my eyes, exhaustion taking me over and I sigh a bit, my breathing evened out, then everything went to black, and I was now in dreamland.