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cuddlepilefics · 1 month ago

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(DAY9) @12daysofchristmas

Christmas fair/market

Late shopping (together)

„Hm, this is actually not bad.”

“When you’re still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all.” -Coldplay

@fluff-cember

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Bambam

Caregiver: Mark

No one’s POV.:

With GOT7 planning a comeback after such a long time of being apart and Jinyoung getting discharged from the military, there were many reasons for Mark to feel cheerful. In a way, Seoul had become his home too over the past years and he had missed it while being abroad. Still, the mood wasn’t as cheerful as he had expected it to be. The weather had been gloomy ever since his plane had landed and most of the members busy with their solo schedules, so there was no one really to greet him. At least, his arrival had been kept secret from the media, so he had been able to make it through the airport and to his rental apartment in peace but once there, it was a little lonely.

Mark took the opportunity to try and sleep off as much of his jetlag as possible, so he wouldn’t be completely out of it when he met up with his friends. He’d also have to do some Christmas shopping once he was less tired because he already had too much luggage and figured it’d be easier to just buy Christmas gifts upon arrival. Maybe one of the members would accompany him once they were free because navigating a chaotic mall in December alone always sucked. He only needed to find a victim to drag out along with him.

Said victim ended up being Bambam a couple of days later because he was the only one without a schedule that evening. The younger didn’t seem pleased at all when Mark informed him that they’d be going out. He had a feeling that Bambam generally had become less fond of being in public lately, so maybe he was just the right person. It might do him some good to get out of the house for something other than work for a while. Well, Bambam didn’t see it that way, his annoyance evident when Mark informed him that he needed to do some Christmas shopping and that they would be going together. “Hyung, you don’t need me to do your shopping. You can do that perfectly fine on your own”, the younger argued, crossing his arms. Giving Bambam a sad look, Mark pouted: “Yeah, I could but I missed you. Come with me, pretty please?”

Mark’s prodding eventually worked and his dongsaeng grumbled as he put on his boots. Bambam had been feeling pretty rundown lately and would’ve been fine if the elder had just come over to play videogames together but he really didn’t feel like going out right now. It was far too cold outside and there’d be so many people at the mall and the Christmas fair, Mark insisted on visiting. Bundling up in a thick coat, Bambam put on his mask but also pulled his scarf up to conceal his face even further. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy to see Mark again and had missed him just as much but did they really have to go shopping together?

The mood may have been different if there had been any snow but despite the temperature being low enough, all they were left with were patches of ice that made walking a little tricky. “When you’re still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all”, Mark sighed, folding his collar up to keep the wind from blowing in his neck. Rolling his eyes, Bambam complained: “Why exactly are we doing this again, hyung?” – “Because I gotta buy Christmas gifts”, Mark smiled, bumping his dongsaeng’s shoulder, “Do you already have everything or do you need to buy some too?” – “I was planning on ordering them online, as could you…”, Bambam grumbled, making the older laugh: “Where’d be the fun in that?”

Bambam didn’t see the fun in shopping in person either, his nose starting to run behind his mask while his fingers slowly grew numb from the cold. Noticing the his dongsaeng was dragging his feet, Mark linked their arms and pulled the other along. He would get Bambam to cheer up at some point because who could really be grumpy at a Christmas market surrounded by sparkly lights and nostalgic scents? It turned out, the mall had been a bad idea, the place unbearably crowded, making them feel claustrophobic. The Christmas market on the other hand was a true treasure trove. The crisp evening air that hit their faces upon leaving the mall instantly let them breathe a little easier and Bambam tugged the mask off his face, inhaling deeply.

Sighing, Bambam’s breath created a small cloud in front of his face, emphasizing just how low the temperature had dropped. He gave a soft sniffle before pressing the side of his index finger against his septum, breath hitching ever so slightly. “Bless you”, Mark chuckled but Bambam shook his head. Though he managed to fight back the sneeze, the younger’s nose ran even more afterwards and when Mark noticed and handed him a tissue, he muttered an embarrassed: “Thagks.” – “Let’s go grab something warm to drink before we continue. We might even get some snow later, at least, I think it's cold enough for that now”, the older smiled and pulled Bambam to one of the market stalls. Before Bambam could refuse, he already held a steaming cup of hot cider in his hands and a small smile crept on his lips as the feeling slowly returned to his numb fingers. “Hm, this is actually not bad”, he mumbled, more to himself than to Mark.

The pair stood a little to the side with their drinks and Mark was confident that Bambam slowly made peace with being dragged outside. Although he seemed less gloomy now, something about his eyes still looked off. “Have you been sleeping alright lately”, Mark asked softly as he blew on his cup. Surprised where that question might be coming from, Bambam raised an eyebrow and hummed: “Why, what’s wrong?” – “That’s no answer to my question”, the older laughed, “But seriously. Nothing’s wrong in particular, I just noticed the circles under your eyes.” – “Oh.”

Bambam didn’t really know what to say but eventually admitted: “I guess, my insomnia has been kicking my ass lately. I’m just so freaking tired all the time. It sometimes feels like my body is shutting down.” – “What do you mean by shutting down”, Mark whispered, stepping closer to cup Bambam’s cheek. The younger evaded him though, shaking his head. Scrubbing at his nose, Bambam sniffled: “I’ve been feeling pretty rundown and a bit under the weather for a very long time now. Like, the days before a cold hits, only that it’s been like this for weeks. Sniffly, achy and overall out of it but a cold never hit, so I’m figuring this is my body’s way of telling me it needs rest but how? I’d sleep if I could.” – “Mhm, you do sound a little stuffy”, Mark confirmed, “Is that why you didn’t wanna come?” – “I dunno, jus’ not in a people-y mood lately”, the younger shrugged, taking a sip of his cider to soothe the irritation in his throat. Giving his arm a little nudge, Mark smiled: “You know, I’m here if you wanna talk, yeah?”

Mark had really hoped they’d get at least some snow that evening and he expectantly glanced up at the sky repeatedly. “When you’re still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all”, he mumbled and finished the last of his cider, offering, “Tell you what, we’ll check out the rest of the market and maybe also grab a bite for dinner here, my treat. Let’s see if we can find the prettiest stall out here. Maybe the fresh air will help you sleep better tonight and even if it doesn’t, you won’t be alone. I now officially invite myself over to your place. We can cuddle and sleep or talk all night if you can’t sleep. Plus, I might just beat you at our past videogames ‘cause I had some time to practice.”

After a moment of silence, Bambam breathed: “You wouldn’t mind if we ended up awake all night? Cuz that’s how it’s often been lately.” – “I don’t. I’m jetlagged anyway, so who knows whether I’m able to sleep. Besides, I meant it when I said I missed you”, Mark encouraged, slipping his hand into Bambam’s, “I enjoy every moment with you. Awake or asleep and although you’re a little low on energy, I also enjoy this. It’s kinda romantic with all the lights and it would’ve been a pity visiting this market by myself, so thanks for involuntarily letting me drag you along.” That earned him a surprised laugh, the younger muttering: “You’re unbelievable, hyung.” Believable or not, Mark did stay true to his promise. Not letting Bambam suffer through another restless night all by himself.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #fluffcember 2024 #fluffcember #12 days of christmas

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feelbokkie · 1 month ago

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For the entire year that I've been following your blog I have no idea how you became a STAY. So here I am asking for Allie's STAY origin story 🤲🏽

Hm, it’s not exactly a cute or happy story so if that’s what you were hoping for, sorry to disappoint.

The short story is that I became a STAY in February 2023 after a rough few months because of Lee Felix Yongbok.

The longer story…

I know I’ve mentioned this a few times so if you already know the Allie lore, you can go ahead and skip

Technically, I found out about skz in late 2022. I just say December bc it’s easier but honestly the second half of that year is a blur so I don’t know exactly when. I just remember scrolling through reels while waiting for my professors to walk in or procrastinating on my assignments.

But so much was happening between September-December with graduate school, work, and my brother being in the hospital that I quite literally didn’t have the energy to really focus on anything else so I kinda just ignored them for the most part. I can’t remember if I stopped watching reels or if I stopped getting them but I forgot about skz for a bit.

And then my brother died right before Christmas and it was bad. I was bad. I was quite literally on autopilot. I don’t even remember much of those months. I don’t know if you’ve watched or read the Twilight series but it was very much like that montage of when Bella was staring at the window when Edward was gone. Everything was grey. I didn’t talk. I didn’t eat. I only had enough energy to go to work and then go home. I was on a long winter break but if I had been in school I probably would’ve flunked out. It was the lowest I had been in a while. Even my screen time was down, I couldn’t even listen to music. I did go to a Harry Styles concert because my original show was canceled (and when that happened I thought that was the worst thing to happen for me) but I was still pretty numb. I even reread Ouran High School to feel something.

I don’t remember why but I started using my phone again and going on reels. I saw clips from Case 143, Maniac, and Christmas EveL and I liked them. But it wasn’t until I saw Felix’s mischievous ass during kingdom week when he called his mom to have hher call Changbin’s mom so could call him and win his challenge. And honestly I know that moment isn’t that funny but it was the first time I laughed in months. Like actually laughed. It caused something to switch in my brain and I went and watched the entirety of kingdom week. And then kingdom. And then I went and listened to all of their music. And I watched so many tiktoks and reels.

Honestly it kinda felt like I was Frankenstein’s monster and SKZ was the electricity to bring me (back??) to life. I went out to target and bought my first physical kpop album, Maxident (I had been listening to Got7 since 2014 but that was back when I would buy music on iTunes). I watched more videos and got to know the boys more through that and found comfort in their bond with each other and their music. I started reading fics on tumblr in an effort to seek more comfort and without even realizing it I found myself with a home in Stayville and now, almost 2 years later I’m terrorizing Stayblr with my fics

I’m still not completely fine but SKZ made things a lot more bearable and I literally would not be here without them.

I know there’s a saying that you don’t find Stray Kids, they come and find you when you need them most and for me, that’s so very true. Stray Kids made me stay in every sense of the phrase.

I know it’s a lot, I kinda got carried away 😅 sorry

#feelbokkie rambles #feelbokkie lore #allie lore

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chans-room · 1 year ago

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i will write for -> skz, ateez, svt, shinee, kard, block b, btob, got7, dpr, monsta x, NCT, mamamoo <- feel free to send other artists but these are the ones i feel most comfortable writing for

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Spookyfest 2023

Spookyfest Presents… ↴ SHINee in Evil Dead BTOB in Nightmare on Elm Street Ateez in Friday the 13th Monsta X in Scream Stray Kids in IT

#masterlist #chans-room #stray kids fic #ateez fic #kpop writing

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saiintvalentiine · 14 days ago

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have you ever read a fanfic that basically changed part of your worldview? bcs that me rn with a fic i'm rereading...

it's a danganronpa fic...

well mostly changed, it more so gave me a neat perspective on things, which is neat!

also, hi saint how are you? <3 was the christmas thing last night for you fun? ^_^

i answered this with a huge block of text and Tumblr mobile nuked it all

i have read many fics that changed my life, specifically tho one from young avengers and another from got7

yesterday was mostly fun! i went to sleep at like 3 am 👁️👄👁️ we're exchanging gifts today. i hope ur day went well!!!

#ask #arckade

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nct127sunhi · 11 months ago

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Sunhi's Romantic Relationships

Jaehyun

July 2014 - September 2015

To no one's surprise, these two do have a romantic history. They've known each other since Jaehyun joined SM and around June 2014, thought that maybe there was more than just friendship. It was a great relationship for both of them, but eventually both of them decided that they'd be better just as friends. Luckily there was no lingering awkwardness so they're still great friends years later, if not even closer than before.

Yugyeom (GOT7)

December 2016 - May 2018

They met through the '97 liners group chat and Sunhi immediately had a crush on him. Jaehyun would tease her to hell and back about it. To her surprise, he felt the same way and confessed a few days before Christmas at a holiday party. Both of their groups were surprised by it because of how different they are, but they were a really close couple. Eventually, Yugyeom ended things because of their schedules. Sunhi was upset about it, but quickly understood why he did it and they're now friends again.

Park Hajoon (Non-Celebrity)

August 2019 - November 2019

Hajoon was a choreographer that Sunhi worked with briefly and ended up falling for. Immediately, the rest of 127 didn't like him and thought there was something weird about him. After a month together, Sunhi got wind of the fact that he was using her name and their relationship to get things from places and people (restaurants, clothing stores, family businesses, etc.). When she tried to end things with him, it escalated into a huge argument and ended with SM getting a restraining order against him on her behalf. This entire situation was enough for her to stop dating for a while.

Unknown

??? - Current

Fans have recently spotted Sunhi with a mystery person, assumed to be another idol, out on late night dates. Sunhi was identified by her tattoos, but the man remains unknown. SM hasn't released a statement about it yet.

Sunhi's masterlist.

#nct 127's sunhi #nct 127 10th member #10th member of nct 127 #nct 24th member #24th member of nct #nct extra member #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop extra member #kpop female oc

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stillbluedawn · 1 year ago

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favourite kpop mvs???

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED!!!! no for real you have no idea the monster you've unleashed lol

spring day by bts (STUNNING, ABSOLUTE PERFECTION)

answer by ateez (i have no explanation for this it just make me feel things okay i LOVE it)

treasure by ateez (there is gonna be a lot of ateez on this list lol)

christmas eveL by stray kids (it's just so much fun)

miracles in december by exo (i am a HUGE exo fan so i could put all their mvs on here but this one just hits different)

as if it's your last by blackpink (ICONIC!!!)

promise by ateez (it counts okay, and san looks soooo good)

fancy by twice (my fav girl group gets a shoutout)

just right by got7 (got7 was the first kpop group i really really loved besides bts so i have a lot of good memories of this one)

look by got7 (this was my first comeback with them so sentimental reasons)

stuck by monsta x (THE CHOREOGRAPHY THOUGH)

sherlock (clue + note) by shinee (this ones just a good time)

roller coaster by chungha (her mvs are just so nice to watch)

#lindsay tag #i could go on but i don't want this post to be five pages long lol

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write-it-good-imagines · 12 days ago

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Nothing More(M) - Seven

(Writer's message)Hello everyone, Merry Christmas!! In the spirit of GOT7 returning to our hearts and to the stage I wanted to return to this story and try to finish it. It often happens that I get inspiration every once in a while, so I might have a writing boost these next couple of days. There's much I fantasize about in my head but I'll make no promises. Enjoy the last few days of the year in the Christmas spirit <3

~6k words, implication of sex, romance, hurt/comfort

If you leave this time, I'll feel that you be gone for good So, I'll hold on like leaves in Fall to what is left

It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling I feel like you're the only reason for it...

"Break up with her? What are you even talking about?"

Jonathan looked at Jackson with a disapproving look and almost made a leap into the room if it wasn't for Samantha's acknowledging look. "Did you break up with her?"

Mark's eyes darted back and forth between Jonathan and Jackson. The latter couldn't have chosen a worse time to barge in. Still, Mark straightened his back protectively, shielding the woman from the inquiring looks of the crowd. Truth be told, he was ashamed of himself at how quickly he chose to give up on Samantha, that he instigated that situation himself. He felt the need to make up for the doubts and for the lost time, more so after standing up to Henry's antics.

"No, Jackson, why are you here?"

"I don't have time to explain," after taking his phone out of the jacket, Jackson showed it to Mark. In a hurried motion, Mark took it out of Jackson's hand, understanding the situation right away. "We need to catch that plane, you know?"

It did not mean the position Samantha was in those photos was any less hurtful, even though those men in the pictures should have been well outside of her romantic life. Mark instinctively glanced at Jonathan. The way Samantha's head was leaning against his shoulder, both in motorcycle attire opposite their bikes, in an otherwise peaceful setting, irked him. It also goes without saying that the additional picture where she was kissing the bartender was the cherry on top. Which he never knew about.

At the end of the gallery, the pictures capturing some of the most beautiful moments between Mark and Samantha were displayed: their longing goodbyes at either of their houses, the joyful smiles of the park outing, and him seeing her off at his group's office building. Samantha was watching Mark's finger as he slid between the pictures, the soft skin of her lower lip quickly drenching in blood from the cruelty of her teeth.

"They are going to crucify me," the woman stated matter-of-factly, driving both Leena and Jonathan to demand an explanation.

"Mark will need to make a statement, one way or another." Jackson copied her tone, his attention towards her. "Out of experience, you should not speak to them, nor make any social media post, nothing."

Samantha turned to Mark. "Shouldn't I defend myself?! I am trying to go back to surgery; this is going to effectively shut down all the career I've built."

Mark handed the phone back to Jackson, his other hand sliding away from Samantha's body. He knew all the strict surveillance of the Korean media, the scrutiny of the public, and the haunting chance of destroying the reputations of not only him but his group as well. At the other end of the line, it was Samantha's image and credibility within her professional field. The sun felt like it would shy away from the grey of the clouds only to run away into the void again.

He should have been more careful.

Mark cupped Samantha's cheek to lay a peck on her lips and bring their foreheads together. Beyond feeling baited into what the paparazzi wanted them to feel, he recognized she needed him to be strong for the both of them. Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose, albeit hiding his proud smile. That was when Jonathan knew Samantha was no longer in his reach.

"Do you trust me?"

Samantha grasped his wrist with the faintest of a nod.

"I'll call very soon, okay?"

Mark brought his head to her temple, whispering something inaudible to the assisting public. He then pulled apart, gesturing to Jackson that they would leave. The boys stopped before Jonathan and Leena, with Mark measuring the blonde in a split of a moment.

"I know you both care about each other. The security of the hospital will need to be alerted for forced paparazzi entrance; this is going to be published very soon. Can you take care of her while I'm gone?"

Jonathan scoffed as he watched the two singers walk away hurriedly. "Bet I will."

"We'll make a statement saying you two are acquaintances. We'll come up with the verbiage at a later time."

Everyone was gathered towards the center of the business class, with Mark suffering the protagonist role against his better wishes. Jackson was leaning against the backrest of Mark's seat, assuming somewhat of a defensive stance to face their managers' alarmed looks. Their leader was having a private conversation with one of the managers to discuss the PR strategy, and Jinyoung was impassable.

"So you went in to break up with her, but you didn't," Bambam started. "I never expected you to, and you didn't. And I am very proud of that."

Jinyoung simply scoffed.

"Then he kissed her, you know? That was a statement. So what if they have these pictures? We're not 18 anymore to stalk for exes." Yugyeom continued, agreeing with the other.

Jackson shifted his position, towering taller over the backrest. "To be honest, I have complete faith in our fans. I strongly feel they would not judge nor belittle us. Sooner or later, it would have come out anyway."

Jinyoung kept silent.

"Jinyoung?" said Jackson. "Your silence is scary."

"You know what," Jinyoung retorted, sitting up from his chair. "I support you." Shushing the members with a finger. "I'm serious. Whatever you decide to do, I'm 100% behind you. If this makes you happy, I'm happy, even though I already said this. It's unanimous to say we're behind you in this."

After leaving everyone else with their mouths hanging open, Jinyoung returned to reading his book peacefully.

While Jaebum and their manager were returning from the far end of the isle, Mark was quietly thanking Jinyoung for his lead. As skeptical as Jinyoung was, he never had to be explicit about wishing the best for one another. As was everyone.

"Damn, I expected to come back to some tension in the air," Jaebum chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. "We discussed an initial scenario to keep out allegations--"

"It's simple. I am going to say she's my girlfriend."

There was a collective mix of reactions, from cheering to shock to content, the group had it all. Ultimately, the leader stepped away, giving Jackson a well-deserved high five.

"Mark, it's not that simple." Their manager stepped up to drive the conversation forward. "You have to give a careful statement."

Mark acknowledged his words. "And my careful statement would be that she is my girlfriend. We can use whatever formulation you think would be best, with this main idea in mind."

"Okay, let's assume for a moment we are doing that. What statement will she give about those pictures, with a considerable variety of men?"

In the heat of the moment, Mark opened his mouth to counter his manager's arguments in advance and understood that he ultimately had no arguments himself. Jonathan, he knew about. It was evident that something had happened in their past together, and the blonde hadn't managed to grow over his feelings for her. Then there was Henry.

Any statement would have meant throwing them under the bus. If there was anything Mark learned about Samantha was that she wouldn't throw people under the bus for her sake. No matter who it was.

"Let's work on something that would not defame anyone involved."

The conclusion of their conversation was left up for grabs. As everyone was scattered around to their own businesses, be it playing, reading, or simply chattering around, Mark changed seats to meet Jinyoung. He noticed Mark with the corner of his eye and put the book he was reading to the side.

"Thank you," stated Mark simply. "Means a lot, having my back."

"I was sincere with what I said. Even if I didn't always agree with what was going on. I reminded myself that you wouldn't go through all of this if it wasn't worth it."

Mark chuckled.

"Do you love her?"

"I do." nodded Mark and brought one knee closer to his chest to lean against. "I love her."

"Does she love you?"

"I think so, yes."

Jinyoung picked up his book and finally displayed a pleased smile.

"Good for you."

Later that night, Samantha entered an emergency surgery to deliver a pair of twins. Hands were moving on autopilot while mind was racing at an unthinkable speed. How she coordinated the medical team to a tee, even when feeling so tense, only added to her tension. When the surgery finally came to an end, Samantha left the operating room hurriedly, heading for her private office. The entire picture came tumbling down.

Mark was a celebrity, a public figure. What did she think was going to happen? Did she think she would have a soft pass? A hail Mary? And what if she had a Hail Mary? Would she have been better off with it?

Hard no everywhere.

Samantha sighed. Suddenly, all those frozen moments in digital representations came to life vividly. When Changwook lifted her up against the bar counter in a fervid kiss, the intoxication of gin and vodka was still muddling the air. Shortly after Samantha came to Korea, evading and hiding away from the humiliation and despair Henry put her through, her cousin's club allured her into a sweet fantasy. Drink pouring after drink after dance after faceless men—she never knew Changwook was working there at that time. A tall, handsome, foreign male who was there at the right place, wrong time. She was destined to face an uncomfortable situation during her first shift at said club.

Another dirty case of memory was the exotic vacation with Henry in the tropical islands, enjoying the sun and the love. Samantha felt still the warmth of turquoise waters sliding through her fingers and the elusive touches of a man she once knew. She laughed at the prospect of a time so far in existence that it lost all meaning to matter.

And Jonathan, oh him. In the exceptional that never happened, there was a golden smile with champagne hair and meadow eyes.

"Hey." A faint knock echoed, revealing Leena's figure. "I came to ask if you're okay."

Samantha shrugged her shoulders with a defeated smile. "As okay as I can be, I guess."

Leena seated herself to Samantha's right. "There's a half-full part of the glass always. Congrats for you and Mark!"

Despite Leena's attempt to bring a note of optimism, the other's face was troubled. "I know you saw the pictures, Leena. I have so many things to account for," Samantha turned her face to her friend. "To you, too."

"I know Jonathan loves you".

Samantha cusped her hands together.

"I also know how hard he's working to accept it. There's a quote I read somewhere; that the one thing we can control is how to love someone, not what they do with the love we give to them. I don't think there's something that better describes John".

She nodded, then continued. John, she thought. He's a different man to her than he was to me.

"You must be thinking you made me feel like the second woman. Sometimes, I do, other times I don't. Someday he'll accept the answer. I don't think he loves you the way he loves me, and I know for a fact he does love me".

"I think so too, saying it out loud just makes me feel like an asshole".

Leena chuckled. "I can say it for you if you want".

And Samantha gestured for her to go ahead. If you don't rip the bandaid, you never allow the wound to heal.

"You hurt his feelings and his ego when you chose Henry over him," Leena caught the shimmer of surprise in the other's eyes. "It's true that I only know his half of the story. He always thought you'd be his college sweetheart".

"Did he say this to you?"

"Oh, he did. We had plenty of heart-to-hearts lately. Even though I was inclined to say Henry triggered his actions, I now know it was Mark who did".

In the exceptional that was happening, there was a radiant smile with copper hair and amber eyes.

"He told me you have a bet but didn't tell me what that was. Said it's your story to tell".

"Since Jo wanted a two-people dare, two-people dare it is!" one of the boys in the group cheered, raising a toast with another shot of tequila in the air. "What's the dare, Jo?"

"The first card we flip will give a striptease dance to the next card!"

Another loud cheer reverberated through the room. Between a dozen eager, tipsy young adults, such vulgar propositions made them ecstatic. Amongst them, a younger Samantha, accompanied by Jonathan, Henry, and Jo, the four were in their feelings. A long midterm and a good drink would do that to them.

"Flip the cards!"

Samantha seemed to be less enthusiastic when her queen of cards showed up chaperoned by Jonathan's king of spades. It wasn't long before short hoots and whistles echoed in the fraternity room and quickly dissipated in the rowdy atmosphere.

Among the group, there was no secret Samantha was regarded as a high-value prize, even in their larger sophomore-year group. In a smaller setting, both Henry and Jonathan were chasing the same woman. Jonathan transferred at the beginning of that year and had no major trouble integrating into the group, notably having a larger affinity for Samantha. Henry was a year older than the group and met the same girl via their shared sports club, in which Samantha was the captain of the volleyball club.

Jonathan had the opportunity to score a much more definite chance than his opponent. He sealed his eyes with Samantha's, who, for the first time took a drawn-out look at the blonde counterpart.

"I'm down if you're down," Jonathan dragged out, slowly peeling off the floor.

"Come on Sam, you're no coward, are you?" Jo taunted, watching the scene with a lot of interest. Samantha untied her hair from the bun she was wearing, messy hair outlining her face. As the latter prepared another shot of tequila to strengthen herself, Jo gestured for everyone else to get lost on the dance floor. Henry rose reluctantly, even as he easily found another girl to occupy himself with, his eyes were earnestly watching Samantha.

With just the two of them left in crumbles of intimacy under piercing eyes, Jonathan stepped closer to Samantha, bursting out in a torrent of chuckles, dubbed by the woman's own giggles.

She smiled an alluring smile that captured a string of Jonathan's heart, "What are we even doing?"

"I believe I am supposed to be dangling my ass on you or something like that," she replied, taking Jonathan by the hand and dragging him to the dancefloor. The man followed her lead, a smirk growing larger on his features.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to. I don't want to force you into anything," Jonathan completed, allowing Samantha to get closer to him, her back pressing into his chest. He understood her message and rested his hands on her upper hips.

"I appreciate myself a respectful guy," She leaned her head against his shoulder, extending her torso to speak into his ear to counter the loud music, "You don't have to be respectful now".

Just as Samantha started curling her body, Jonathan felt the alcohol in his veins mix up with the unorthodox desire to lower his hands. "Even with all these eyes watching us?"

A small pause until Samantha turned around to face Jonathan, one hand pushing into his chest. Her eyes harvested a cunning feline glance. "Let them".

Jonathan reached closer to the woman, noses brushing against one another before Jonathan whispered in her ear, "I'd rather watch you on my own".

Samantha circled her arms around his neck, head tilting back in intimate laughter. Henry felt his own blood boiling at the passionate scenery. "If you planned to turn me on, you're successful".

Jonathan reciprocated her laughter. "You're giving me a boner, might as well do something to turn you on". He brought her closer to his chest, opting to take her lead. He would have devoured her laughter with his lips if it was for him, including Samantha adding to the friction between their bodies.

"Perhaps we could continue our conversation in a more private setting," suggested Jonathan, wrapping his arm around her waist to guide her through the crowd to a separate part of the building, where he had the key to his room. Jonathan's chamber was tidy and bright, all his belongings put in their respective place.

"It feels like you premeditated this" teased Samantha, her finger tracing the cover of a John Steinbeck classic.

Jonathan closed the door behind them, turning the key into the lock. The way he knew all their friends, an unpleasant surprise could have happened at any time. Maybe if his mind was a little more sober, he would have remembered Jo was especially keen on a threesome.

"Not even close. Believe me, I never fathomed I would lock myself up with you here when this night started."

Samantha chuckled. "You're not drunk enough if you're using such fancy words".

"I'm not drunk enough to commit to ripping your clothes off right now".

Jonathan drew closer to the girl, taking his time to admire the rose hue in her cheeks. Even so, her smile only suggested she'd grown more bashful.

"Why not?" she challenged. "Are you a virgin?"

Jonathan laughed. "I'm not. I just don't picture myself as a brute," as Samantha laughed, he lifted up her left hand to place a kiss on the inside of her wrist. "Are you?"

She shook her head, gliding her hand to Jonathan's nape. Blonde strands of hair felt silky against her fingertips and a sigh departed from her lips. "I'm just hesitant".

"Tell me why. Maybe I could ease your mind".

Using his other arm, Jonathan traced a faint line with the back of his hand on the skin of her neck, leaving agonizing shivers in his wake. Met with no objections, he slid his fingers under the red material of her sweatshirt to feel the goosebumps on her collarbone. The man kept to himself the indisputable fact that Samantha was not wearing any top piece of lingerie.

Samantha was closing the distance between their bodies with her right hand playing at the rim of Jonathan's jeans. She deliberately attached her pelvis to Jonathan's, fully enjoying the appetite of their height difference.

"My humble experience tells me pretty boys like you are not ready to be personal with one girl only".

"I was ready since I first laid eyes on you".

The girl scoffed. In a swift motion, she unpeeled herself from Jonathan to undress herself from the annoying sweater. Samantha was admittedly impressed that Jonathan's eyes never went lower from her eyes, even if the boner he courageously pointed out was still there.

"Don't know if you're sincere or just stubborn," she completed, encircling her arms around his neck once more. Jonathan inhaled a sharp breath at the smell of her skin and simply adored the sheepish pretend look in her eyes while her visage communicated anything but.

It was clear as day that Samantha was offering herself up on a silver platter while testing his guts, knowing it could slide away any second. Perhaps that was the moment Jonathan fell for her.

"Tell you what," countered Jonathan, broad hands gripping the small of her back. The muscles twitched under his touch. "Let's make a bet".

"Oh? What do you have in mind, Jonathan?"

There was something so obscene in the way she breathed his name that it took all his might to oppose the raw longing to consume her lips. Instead, he imprisoned the back of her head with a sensual flicker of hand and protected her lower back with his other. He took her approving moan as stimuli to move forward with his proposition.

"I will not kiss you until you decide to kiss me. And when you finally will, I will date you with the intention of marrying you".

"That's stupid, playing out Pretty Woman like this" she laughed while unbuckling his belt. Jonathan restrained her movements, forcing her eyes to look at him.

"I'm serious. I will show you that us having sex now will not stop me from winning you".

"What makes you so sure you are going to win me over?"

Jonathan picked her swiftly off the ground in his arms and forced Samantha to circle her legs around his waist. He seated himself on top of her in the softness of the bed, his physique towering protectively over her.

"On the one hand, you didn't deny we are going to have sex now".

Jonathan threw his own T-shirt somewhere in the corner of the room.

"On the other hand, I'm sure I am not like the other boys who were in your life".

Samantha watched his every action with awe and a rapid beating in her chest. As much as she offered herself to him, he proudly accepted her with the freedom of her actions. She suddenly felt shy and angled her face away from him. Jonathan noticed and lowered his head to mildly bite into her neck. "Don't play coy with me now, Sam. Are you accepting this bet? Tell me before I undo your jeans because I don't know if I'll let you go after that".

"Up until recently, it had been the best sex of my life," settled Samantha through short melancholic nods of the head.

Leena smiled, accepting the intricate past between Samantha and Jonathan as it was. "Then why let him go? Why choose Henry over him?"

"In the mirage of youth, most of us tend to fall to illusions. Henry spoke fairer and almost always told me what I needed to hear. He never was unfaithful to me nor treated himself with too much superiority. If you ask me now, I don't know the answer to that. Jonathan was, is, more raw. I didn't know how to treat such a man before, even if I knew in my heart he never let me go entirely. He dated other girls while we were in college, he and Jo had a good thing going on for a while. At some point, she told me there was a 1% of him with one foot out".

"Because of you," Leena followed, and it was her turn to lower her eyes and aim them at her hands.

"Because of me. Gosh, I feel like a whore now, but I wanted you to have the full picture".

Leena picked up the remorse in Samantha's voice. Beyond that, she was thankful. "To tell you the truth, John had already told me this. I lied".

Samantha laughed as if the entire pressure on her heart just dissipated. She suspected as such yet felt the need to leave the past in the past and the tension out of her chest. Leena was a good one in all she did, and most of what she did recently to support Samantha through the tumult of past days. "You needed your confirmation, I know. I would have done the same".

Leena wrapped her arms around Samantha, and the both of them let out a weighty sigh. "I will forever be grateful for what Jonathan did for me, and part of me will always love him like a close confidant. We both know our train left the station long ago. I just hope he's not stupid while your train is still here".

"Between you and I," Leena said, "I sure as hell hope he's not. I saw him in sweatpants a couple of days ago, and girl, let me tell you a thing or two".

The atmosphere eased into laughter, and Samantha hugged the other woman tighter. "I'm so lucky to have you, Leena".

In the pocket of her doctor's coat, Samantha's phone started vibrating. The two girls pulled away, and Leena stood up when she noticed Mark's name on the luminous screen.

"Hey princess, is this a good time?"

There was static noise combined with loud background music on Mark's end of the line. He must have been in the concert venue. It took her aback to listen to Mark's voice so calm and so certain when speaking to her. Like the world was their cradle and nothing else mattered in the world.

"Hey Mark. Yes, I just got out of surgery. I brought twins into this world today".

Samantha felt the remnants of the smile Mark was wearing on the other end of the line. "That's amazing, you're amazing, love. I'm sure the parents must be very happy."

Love. Undoubtedly, that was the first time he ever called her that. An abrupt avalanche of the past day's memories collapsed over Samantha, the blending of agony over ecstasy over fear, of belated forgiveness and let-go's. Somehow, Mark rose above everything, wearing his radiant smile. With love.

After a short pause, his voice echoed as if it transcended from a faraway land, "How are you holding up?"

"It's a lot," confessed Samantha. "I don't know how I led the medical team in the OR. My head was spinning with everything going on."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"What could you possibly be sorry for, Mark?"

"I'm sorry for not protecting you the way you needed me to."

It was the same sensation she lived the very first time they shared a smile, the bed, and their intimacy. He carried the same striking transparency, that of a glass shining in the bleak midwinter when the sole beam of sunshine found that one last refuge. Come to think of it, most of their visceral conversations happened on a phone line. A hundred times easier to hide the unseen through the deceit of the voice when the eyes cannot find the sensitivity of the soul and the arms cannot hug away the uncertainty.

What use was there to keep on lying when the mask fell and shattered into a million pieces?

"I'm sorry for daring to give up on you. I'm sorry for being selfish and for putting myself first. There are so many things I wish I told you tonight, Sam."

"You haven't lost me, dearest. Not tonight."

The echo of an exhale could be heard on the other end of the line.

"When the news breaks out, I want to make a statement. And I will tell them you are my girlfriend".

Samantha's shock could be palpable through the phone call. "What? I mean, shouldn't you not associate yourself with me? Won't that ruin your image?"

Mark inhaled a great amount of air before replying. "I plan to make you forget about that ex. In truth, I loved the idea of you overthinking all your texts. And I wanted all your neighbors to hear you yell when we make love. I don’t want it to be a problem when we come together. And I don’t want us a secret. This is the shittiest time to ask, but will you have me? Will you be my girlfriend?"

In retrospect, Samantha would have seen Mark's confession coming from a mile away. All the possible hints he could have dropped, he did. In the little time they spend together, hurriedly, sneakily, and intensively, Mark changed her world the very first time they crossed paths. What Samantha grew to nurture for him did not carry a name but still felt like a Mediterranean breeze caressing the surface of the ocean, akin to the warmth of the summer morning.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend," Samantha smiled and instinctively touched the back of her neck, where Mark's favorite spot to hold her was.

"Good. Good. I can totally make that statement now," he laughed, and her heart eased into his serenity. "We have a lot to tell each other I think, when I'm back".

"We do, we do indeed. I talked to Leena today, about Jonathan".

"Oh? And? Are they going out now, as they should?"

She snickered. "They had an obstacle until now. Me."

"Oh, I know. Figured as much."

"How did you--?"

Before she had the chance to continue, Mark interfered. "I am a man, Sam. And not a blind one at that. Is he better in bed than me? Wait actually, don't answer that."

They both laughed.

"Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll let you know he is not".

"Ah, I figured as much 'cause I refused to tell him when he asked. I kinda got the gist back then. But now, seriously, what's in the past is in the past. What matters now is that you are in my present, and I hope in my future, too".

"We can't know that, Mark."

"I know. I know you don't like all these plotted plans. I'll work as hard as I need to make us work. To give you what you need. If we're meant to be, we'll be, but I don't want to regret never trying."

The moon was lurking out into the dusk, leaving traces of stars in its wake. In his words, Samantha heard what Mark whispered at their parting.

I love you too.

In the barren parking lot of the SMP hospital, the hazy contours of two motorcycles still governed the vast space. A well-known silhouette of a man stood amongst the night shadows, casting tamed lights from the clicking and unclicking of a zipper lighter.

"Thought you would have rushed home after today, Johnatan."

"What about you, then?" a smirk appeared in the corner of the man's mouth. "I am in no position to add to your future scandal right now."

Samantha laughed loudly. "Why wait for me, then? Go on, get lost."

The loud click of the zipper captured the woman's attention. "Figured that if we're raising a storm, might as well ride the waves."

"That we are, my friend."

Samantha dropped her bag next to the motorcycle to take out her biking gear. Jonathan put on his protective helmet, as he was already equipped for the ride.

"Jo called me today."

"Really? How is she doing?" chirped the woman, happy to hear any news about their old friend.

Jonathan kicked off his engine. "Follow me to find out more."

Samantha heeded the invitation and rode out to follow Jonathan soon after he departed from the parking lot. The autumn air welcomed a gust that brushed against open neck skin. Jonathan's riding style had always been elegant but rushed, comparable to its owner - it always reminded Samantha of those blurry colored lines in the Hollywood movies when the night traffic melted under the car lights. She smiled even if Jonathan didn't know; he was made of Hollywood material.

Following a short period on the offroad roads of the suburbs, Jonathan led Samantha up a hill, which enclosed a good part of the city and led to the unwinding of the imagination. Summer heat was still present in the air as if making its last stand against the autumnal chill. Samantha followed Jonathan's figure and left her motorcycle next to his under a tree. He seated himself on a patch of grass, giving the woman a helping hand to follow.

"Okay, so, Jo," Samantha continued as she crossed her legs next to Jonathan. "What's up?"

"She said she's flying out to Seoul in two weeks' time; she has some long-term project here as creative director for some big initiative, I couldn't remember the names she told me. I gave her your phone number 'cause she didn't have it, and she said she bought two front-row tickets for the Got7 final concert here."

Samantha nodded her head. If Jo had called her during any other time, she would have taken the ticket in a heartbeat. She was not so sure she would anymore.

"Assuming she was not asking me to come with her and that you are not scared to go, that ticket was too expensive to pass."

"I don't know, Jonathan. Last thing I want is to be sliced to death during a Got7 concert because I had men in my life before Mark."

"Auch," he joked, and Samantha turned to him apologetically.

"I didn't mean it like that."

Jonathan's eyes were focused on the veil of darkness over the city. "This was the first place we rode to when we transferred here, do you remember? I thought I'd kiss you here back then."

Samantha followed his eyes into the far away. "I do. You led me here then, just as you did now."

"I don't think we should come here alone anymore."

She nodded her head once more. "We shouldn't."

"I told Leena we had sex."

"I know."

"News travels fast around these parts, huh?"

The both of them laughed energetically. Jonathan had the talent to make them feel as if they were sitting on the football pitch in college in the middle of the night, just the two of them.

"I still get the feeling I'm a whore. Especially to Leena."

Jonathan cocked an eyebrow. "If we have a whore, the grand prize is mine. Imagine how stupid this situation is. I was in love with my college friend who hung me out to dry and still pinned for her while having eyes for another."

"Pretty boy traits--"

It hit her then that Jonathan spoke in past tense. That must have been the finish line, which delayed its bitter-sweet arrival. Indeed, it felt like a crystal key fell from a drawer to shatter into nothingness. Only the golden string remained.

"You hit the jackpot with Leena."

"Crazy part is that I knew. I allowed myself to hurt my ego in the same fucking situation, albeit I knew the consequences from the beginning this time. And she waited, Sam. She waited. The way Jackson flirted with her, I thought I would kick the bucket again."

Samantha looked at Jonathan, at how the moonlight lit up his face. She smiled again, knowing he finally found peace with her choices. "I don't know how to give you closure, Johnny."

He tilted his head towards her direction, with a condescending sneer. "I think I got it when I convinced myself you are in good hands now. And knowing I was always better than Henry the dickhead."

"Indeed you were. You are in good hands now, too. We can let each other go."

"You know I'm not dying or whatever. I'll still be here to break Mark's neck if he hurts you and make it look like he failed in surgery."

Samantha leaned her head against his shoulder and Jonathan shifted his position to make her more comfortable. "No punches will be needed this time. If we break up, it's on me."

A furious torrent of beeping and fervent phone vibrations interrupted the content silence between the two. Samantha took out her phone to witness the shocking headlines of Got7's Mark's mysterious alleged girlfriend.

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Kpop Christmas Playlist pt. 1

1. Christmas Evel - Stray Kids

2. Heart Attack - Chuu

3. Snowy Night - Billlie

4. So in Love - VAV

5. Merry Christmas in Advance - IU

6. Lately - Infinite

7. My My - Purple Kiss

8. Funky Glitter Christmas - NMIXX

9. First Sight - Heize

10. Miracle - GOT7

11. Winter Story - LaBoum

12. Forever - Aespa

#kpop #kpop opinions #christmas kpop #kpop playlist

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leewonkyeom · 1 year ago

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despite all the biases I agree SVT OT13 ALWAYSSS like if I'm supporting a group I'm gonna love and support ALL the members! WAIT WONWOO (and shua) WAS YOUR FIRST i love Wonwoo and dk biased creatures (this sums up both of us tbh) omg like ya'll slay fr‼️as for shua I was gonna mention him as bias wrecker in my previous ask (as if having 4 biases wasn't already enough 😭)

i will always support having same biases‼️I know some fans don't like having same biases and shit but I love it <33 it's good to meet someone who's as down bad, delulu and desperate for them as I am 🤧

Looking at Wonbin is justifiable like how can anyone NOT look at him??? He's just so majestic??? Like is this guy even real?? 😭😭

You get me fr i thought i was the only aghase to see them as big brothers and dw being mark and jinyoung biased is valid af‼️now that we are talking about got7 being like big brothers I wouldn't mind if fanfic authors and smau writers put in got7 as readers big bros or platonic bffs instead of y'know having the same Jackson party over and over (he's TIRED give my bro a break T^T)

WAIT NO WAY I WAS GONNA PUT JOOHEON AS MY BIAS TOO we're both illoyal when it comes to them 💀 (🤡- my honest to god reaction when i used to think that I'll stay loyal to Jeonghan)

It looks like all my current biases were your previous/first biases heheh

I get not liking action movies they're definitely a hit or miss for me other than Spiderman ofc because who doesn't love Spidey?? (Idk if it's just me but you've seen the mark Spiderman au fanfics right?? Okay now just hear me out for a sec...)

Wong kar wai is a Hong Kong director i found him through tarantino's recommendations and I loved his films so much his style of films are kinda different from your typical hongkong cinema hits. If you love dreamy (?) vivid cinematography with an aesthetically pleasing colour palette, amazing soundtracks and nonlinear narratives or you just appreciate good films i really recommend Wong kar wai! My favs have to be Chungking express (1994) and fallen angels (1995) they are kinda connected but can also be watched as stand alones (maybeee i love fallen angels just a little bit more because of Takeshi Kaneshiro) in the mood for love is also really good

yes😭😭 even though i joke about only looking at dk 90% of the time, i love them all sm😭😭 like my name is literally meant to represent lee (chan), won(woo) and (do)kyeom so i thought at least two of those were obvious😭😭 dino is more of a sympathy thing bc i love him sm but he could never replace dk in my heart (in contrast to wonwoo and shua who are very real threats)😭 me and my irl carat friend watch a lot of svt content together and sometime's she stops and is like "you and dk really are the same person" and it's always when he does something awful😭😭😭

omg mark spider-man🔛🔝 i was also living for those spider-man svt edits that were trending on tiktok a while back 😭 like i'll take a spider-man au any day... on that note... should i just write one myself?😩😩

oh my god the way you described his movies sounds so magical !!!! i'll definitely check them out when i have time (like i never watch movies😭) but it also sounds like something my dad would like so maybe i can get him to watch them with me when i go home for christmas, since i barely watch movies by myself

#ask ida #⭐️mutuals #🐱catsaki

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kandadiff · 2 years ago

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Van Der Wulff : Searching for days

"Neither of them are at the BTS house." Katya's voice cracked on the bluetooth in Draven's car. She sighed looking at Hoodie in her passenger seat. "They said they haven't seen or talked to them since before Christmas Eve."

"Not even Hoseok?"

"He said he tried to call her yesterday around 5 but it went right to voicemail." Katya said. Draven felt anxiety bubbling again in her stomach. My phone had been off since 5 yesterday? Why? Oh she was going to kill both of us if she found us here.

She pulled into the parking lot of the large hotel and threw her keys to the valet while placing her phone to her ear and following hoodie into the elevator. "Okay, I'm at Damiens now. But can you check with Max?"

"On my way to him now- hold on thats Makayla." After a moment, Makaylas voice filtered over the receiver. "Hey Mic, Draven on the other line."

"Hey" her voice was lined with barely concealed worry. Which could only mean, her trip to GOT7's house failed to bring up any results. She confirmed as much a couple of seconds later. No one had spoken to us, Jackson did call you in the morning and said you sounded stressed but other then that you promised to come over for Christmas. "I asked if he heard anyone else in teh background but he can't remember." Makayla sighed "but now hes freaking out and he thinks we should call the cops."

"There might not be a reason too." Draven said watching the red numbers on the elevator ascend to the penthouse Damien resided in. The near spotless mirror that coated one wall of the gold colored elevator showed a distressed Hoodie looking back at her. She was listening quietly to what they were saying on the phone. "Hopefully I find these two idiots passed out on Damiens couch." Katya laughed, though nervousness tinted the laugh. Makayla didn't laugh.

"And if you don't?"

Draven ignored her question. "Makayla, Katya is going to max, can you go to Eds house? I doubt Adi is there but even if she's not, he has contacts with Negan. Maybe they are there."

"Okay." Makayla said just as the elevator dinged, indicating the girls were on the correct penthouse floor. Draven asked the girls to call her with any news and hung up the phone.

The bright red doors in front of her reminded her of a haunted house. The paint was shiny, enough that Draven caught her red tinged reflection in the gloss. She knocked-no pounded - on the door. Her and hoodie waited for a few minutes in silence until she did it again, ready to call Ed and ask for Damiens number herself. However, before she could dial the brits number, a very tired Damien pulled open the door. His hair was a mess, his skin was pale and his blue eyes bloodshot with hangover. He looked at Draven blinking a few times before he recognized her and invited them both in. Draven felt a tug of partial relief seeing lipstick on his neck and thin tee shirt. Maybe I was here?

"Coffee?" He asked motioning to a housekeeping cart holding a steaming coffee pot as they walked in.

"No." Draven said and Damien winced at her loud tone - though it wasn't that loud.

"Dre, I'm hungover as shit. Please" Damien said gruffly as they followed him into the living room. The girls seeing evidence of the party that happened here last night. A plethora of girls, in various stages of dress, were either passed out on the furniture or were quickly trying to find there stuff so they could do a Christmas walk of shame out of the prestigious building. Lines of white and weed lay over some of the coffee tables and liquor bottles were strewn haphazardly around the room. Damien moved toward the attached kitchen walking over a nude girl who's hand was in a sleeping Austin's pants.

"Listen," Draven nearly tripped over some girls platform heels and grabbed on the counter for balance. She could feel her patience leaving her body watching Damien casually open the fridge and take out a bottle of orange juice. "I'm looking for Kay and Adi? You know where they are?"

"How the fuck would I know? I was busy yesterday if you can't tell." Clearly, he was still bitter about Hawaii. "I can't babysit every girl I've ever fucked, that would be a big list. Maybe she was here?" He shrugged "I don't know." He took a long sip of the orange juice.

"My fucking god!" Draven grabbed his collar and shoved him against the fridge. "I know your stupid fucking feelings are hurt because of stupid fucking shit but we can't find her or adi! So either you answer my goddamn questions or I will beat you bloody with that bottle of orange juice!"

"What the fuck is happening?" That voice came from Tatianna. Like Damien she was in a similar state of undress (just in a long tee shirt) and in her hand was a steaming mug. "What the fuck, Draven?"

Draven slammed Damien into the fridge again and let him go. He slid down and looked up at her shocked. "Where's Xavier?" Draven asked moving towards her. Tatiana was unfazed.

"I'm not telling you shit if you're coming in here with that angry energy."

Draven glared at her. "Wheres adi?" She asked though she wasn't talking to anyone in particular. Instead, she decided to look herself. Barking orders to Hoodie to check the other rooms.

"What are you doing?" Tatiana shouted and Damien got up.

"What do you mean you can't find them?" Damien asked standing up as Draven and Hoodie looked in the many rooms. "Xavier isn't here. He went to see her! and Robin spoke to Kay like last night." Draven stopped where she was and looked back to Damien. "So calm down with your angry shit!"

"Where the fuck is Robin?"

Robin was in fact smoking in one of the guest rooms. The cool winter air from the open window instantly chilled them as they walked into the room. He was confused to see them but not unpleasantly so. "Merry Christmas." he smiled.

"Yeah, yeah" Draven pushed past Damien "Have you seen Adi? or Kay?"

As it turns out, Robin did speak to me at 3:44 in the afternoon yesterday for seven minutes. He claimed I told him I would be see him for Christmas. His phone proved it to Draven who was getting more and more suspicious of the band. "She said she was going to be here around like 6 or 7. After she could get away with her parents." He thought for a moment. "Maybe she's with her parents or Negan, if you checked everywhere else." his thoughtful look suddenly fades. "Maybe she's left again?" his tone became somber and melancholy. "Left me again."

"She does that." Damien offered bitterly.

"But Adi doesn't." Hoodie said simply "And we still haven't talked to Xavier."

"Okay" Tatiana threw up her hands "What are you blaming him for exactly? That hes spending time with his girlfriend?"

"Except at like 4 in the morning I got home and he was in her room without her! and you idiots were too high to know if she was here whenever he got back!"

"He wouldn't do anything to her." Tatianna challenged her.

"Like he would never hit her?" Hoodie countered and a silence overcame them until Tatiana shook her head.

"She could be with her father family or with Negan if she's not with Xavier."

"Then lets look." Draven said simply. "Who knows the way to Negans house?"

"I'm not going there." Damien shook his head.

"I'll go." Robin said putting out his cigarette. He looked at Tatianna "You go find Xavier."

"I'll go with you." Draven said looking at Tatianna who just shrugged.

"Want to come with me?" He asked Hoodie and she shook her head.

"I'm going to find her father." She said turning and walking out.

My parents waited for me all night to come back. Both full of worry as the early morning sun rays hit their Air BNB. They found my phone destroyed in the bathroom, Stefan reassuring her husband it was another one of my tantrums. "Its Christmas." She said while holding Daniels hand as they drove over to the car. "She'll get over it."

But their stomach sank when I wasn't there. Viktor, Katya's father, claiming that the girls were looking for us because we never came home. Daniel's mind moved to Robin and Stefani's to Negan. She grit her teeth in anger and shook her head looking at her husband. "She is spiteful enough."

"Our children are so rude." Gabrielle said to her on her second bottle of wine. Her entire mouth marked in red from the bottle she managed to finish herself. "We fly all the way here and they make us wait! On Christmas!"

"I think I know where they are." She said pulling out her phone and scrolling down her contact list. "I'll go get them."

Negan sat back on the leather sofa of the grand living room. The entire room filled with from floor to ceiling in colorful Christmas decorations which Draven immediately knew was due to Ellia. Negans family in various positions pretending not to listen to the concerned voices, Edward soon arrived as concerened as Draven having heard everything from Makayla. Draven quickly explained everything to Negan as soon as she could, not caring if his family heard. Robin joining in with the last time he heard from me. Mark sat by his brother listening intently, his mind taking down any notes he figured was important.

He listened without interruption, only when she finished did he speak. "Like I told Rio, Well neither of them came here. I wasn't planning on seeing them at all today. But-" he leaned forward thinking for a moment before looking at the younger crown infront of him. "From what I know, you sister" his eyes focused on Robin. "She does this from time to time. She'll resurface in a few days with a closet full of new clothes and a story about whatever friend she went to visit in whatever country. As for Arianna," he looked at Edward "she's probably with the boyfriend you can't locate."

"And if she's not?" Edward challenged. "Didn't you listen? Draven said her phone has been off all day. She hasn't called or texted anyone. No one has seen her-"

"Its not like her." Mark said simply. They looked at him as he pressed a few buttons on his phone. "Her father is at your house now, he hasn't seen her and Xavier isn't answering his calls."

"That motherfucker did something to her!" Edward groaned looking at Robin as though he was guilty. Robin glared at him. Negan glanced at Simon when the doorbell rang. His second hand man begrudgingly leaving the conversation to answer the door to a probably drunk Shawn and Camila.

Instead of Shawn and his annoying companion, he was met with a beautiful blonde woman, in an expensive feather trimmed coat and perfectly put together makeup and hair. She looked Simon up and down like he did to her. "I need to see Negan."

"And you are?" He asked though he knew. He has seen her at the talent show at Van Der Wulff Academy, in pictures on my various social media profiles and in the file he had given me as an early Christmas gift. Stefani Johanne Miyuki - Gasparetto, my mother.

"I think you know who I am." She pushed past him. "Negan! Negan!" Though annoyed Simon looked at her in amusement. The similar tone of voice reminded him of me - then it struck him. Should they be more worried?

"Maybe they ran off together." Adrianna shrugged. She stopped pretending not to listen to the group and turned toward her husband. "Romantic, no?"

"She wouldn't do that!" Edward snapped full of caged up rage. "she isn't stupid! Maybe Kalyn would do that stupid shit but not Adi, not even for spite!"

"Watch the way you speak about my sister." Robin growled at him. His hazel eyes burrowed into Edwards green ones. Negan nodded in agreement. He hadn't heard my mother calling not until she found her way to the room standing in the doorway like an ancient vampire.

Negan looked up at her and smiled. Like Simon, he recognized her - but even if he didn't, he knew it had to be my mother. The only other person that demanded his attention without fear of repercussions was me. He stood up. "Hello Mrs. Snow."

"Its Gasparetto" She said her Italian accent thickening at the sound of her last name. Robin stiffened at her voice and his eyes locked onto her. "Of course I would find the two snakes trying to corrupt my daughter." her blue eyes shifted to Draven. "Stay away from them sweetheart, they might try and coil around you."

"We don't have time for this." Edward grumbled.

"No, your right we don't." Stefani said. She walked through the room like a ghost, right up to the notorious mafia boss. "I'll be taking Kay and Adi and leaving."

"they aren't here." Negan smirked, though her presence was larger then life. In reality, Stefani was 5'1 against Negan's 6'2. He towered over her.

"Where are you keeping them?"

"Keeping them?" he chuckled "I'm not a fucking kidnapper."

"could have fooled me, what does an old man like you do with a young girl like her? Plotting something with her so called brother?" Her words dripped like poison. "And why do you need Arianna? Lying to her too?"

"We are trying to find them!" Robin spat at her but Negan held up his hand to silence him.

"I have never lied once to your daughter or Arianna." Negan said his voice booming in the room. "Don't get me confused with you." Her hand shot up and she smacked him, her ring making tiny indents on his face and Draven's eyes widened. Unsure what Negan would do, she quickly attempted to pull my mother away.

"Okay enough." Mark stood up. "We are all trying to find what happened with the girls. Mrs. Snow, doesn't Kay pull this all the time?"

"Not this time." She glared at Negan who was rubbing his cheek. His face serious. She knew he knew the reason and embarrassment flushed over her cheeks.

"In all honestly we should be focusing on Adi, she doesn't just leave." Mark said "We can ask everyone to send messages to Kay and whoever gets in contact with her can let us know-"

"She broke her phone." Stefani said and Negan smirked.

"Looks like she wanted to get the fuck away from you." Negan's words hurt her feelings but she didn't show it on her face.

"As for Adi Xavier is our best option to ask next." Mark said grabbing his coat. "We have to find him."

"I'm telling you, Mark." Adrianna said "I think they ran away together."

Having had enough of the drama Edward once again made his frustration known. "She wouldn't fucking do that! He hits her! He admitted to it in Hawaii!" He turned angry to robin. "You know its true and now hes missing and so is she! He did something to her! I know it! you know it too. Shit, your sister stabbed him. Maybe he took her out too!"

It took two hours to find Xavier. Negan gave Mark permission to use the cops on his payroll. My mother demanded to go with him but after her slap exchange with Negan she was sent home and Draven went instead.

It was 9 o'clock at night when the police arrested Xavier on suspicion of kidnapping. He was caught coming out of a cousins house holding multiple presents that were gifted to you.

In the interrogation with mark he claimed to have not seen either of us since Christmas Eve. He denied being stabbed, claiming the mark at the hallow of his neck was from an accident when he was a kid. He said he broke into your room to surprise you and when he saw all the gifts that were gifted to you he went threw them and decided to get rid of the useless ones. he also denied ever laying a hand on you and he was convincing to everyone but Mark.

"Don't worry." Mark assured a nervous Draven. Xavier was interogaated for 5 hours and Draven and Edward had waited in Marks office through it all. When he walked back in both of them sat up. "He's not going anywhere." Mark said sitting at his desk and signing some papers.

"You can only hold him for 48 hours." Edward said. "What happens after that."

"Thats if hes in for questioning." Mark said looking up at him. "We can hold him for longer on breaking and entering. She" he pointed to Draven with his pen "wrote that he broke in Adi's room at 4 in the morning. She caught him and he admitted to it. Hes a good liar but its only a matter of time before he fucks up and spills where he hid her."

"Are you going to keep questioning him?" Draven asked but Mark shook his head.

"We had to stop - I'm going to let him stew in the cell tonight. It will be cold and uncomfortable. I'll be here until hes ready to talk."

"And if hes not?" Edward questioned.

"Then you two need to go home. In an hour, a missing person report will be going out with Adi's picture on it. People like Xavier hide there deeds in plain sight, if he took her it will be obvious to someone. Your place" he looked at Draven "Will be swarmed with reporters by the morning. You need to get rest - Dwayne will take care of the press and he'll be keeping you informed while I'm here."

Edward nodded standing up but Draven didn't. "What about Kay? She's missing too."

Mark sighed. "Since she does have a history of just leaving - I can't put out a missing persons report-"

"What? Why?" Draven shot up "You're doing it with Adi!"

"I checked around Draven, there was a two week long vacation request put in for Kay at your school. It was granted by a teacher 3 weeks ago. She planned on taking a vacation so - hopefully she'll come to her senses within 48 hours and we can look for her if your still worried."

"48 Hours?" Draven felt her heart beating fast in her chest. This was wrong. Something was wrong. "Thats too long."

"Thats the rules. I can only rush it with Adi because we have a suspect."

"And because you love her." Draven mumbled but Mark heard it.

"Go back home. Get some rest." He ordered, "Good night."

"Merry fucking Christmas." Draven said walking out with Edward.

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