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TW: Money talk/ being broke
OKAY SORRY BUT I HAVE TO SAY IT
IF YOU HAVE 3K ELECTRONICS THAT YOU TAKE TO UNI, GO OUT EATING FOR 50⏠WEEKLY, GO ON BIG VACATIONS 3X A YEAR AND SEVERAL MINOR ONES, WEAR NEW EXPENSIVE CLOTHES, LIVE IN AN PENTHOUSE IN THE NICE PART OF THE CITY CENTER, HAVE EXPENSIVE CLOTHES AND A FUCKING PERSONAL COACH FOR YOUR SPORT THAT YOU DON'T DO PROFESSIONAL -
YOU'RE NOT TOO BROKE TO BUY A 30⏠BOOK.
You just don't prioritize your own education.
#I'm sorry but it has to be said#YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOUR DAD SAFED FOR YOU#YOU'RE NOT BROKE#YOU ARE NOT FUCKING BROKE#STOP USING THE WORD IF YOU'RE WELL OFF#IT'S NOT VOGUE OR COOL#YOU ARE DESTROYING THE MEANING OF IT#My family is by now means well of BUT WHAT YOU SAY AND DO FEELS LIKE A SLAP IN THE FACE#Uni is crazy#I'm a normal kid from a tiny cow village and befriended rich kids#CAUSE ALMOST ALL OF THEM ARE RICH KIDS#I know I'm very privileged to be able to go to uni so I wanna keep it as short as possible and as good as possible BUT THEY#THEY HAVE NO VALUE FOR MONEY#They are completely delusional
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Jessica Minh Anh at the John Adams Presidential Suite of the Boston Harbor Hotel
Renowned supermodel and catwalk producer Jessica Minh Anh chose none other than the prestigious John Adams Presidential Suite of the Boston Harbor Hotel when it came to finding the perfect accommodation for her work trip.
Boston is not only known for its starring role in the American Revolution in the late 1700s, but also as a sophisticated center of contemporary culture, higher education, and technology. Being the city's only 5-star waterfront hotel, this Forbes Five-Star & AAA Five Diamond recipient brought her an exceptional experience.
She received a warm welcome from the hotel, adding an extra touch of hospitality to her stay.
Accessible through a private elevator that leads directly into the penthouse, the iconic John Adams Presidential Suite suite flawlessly blends timeless chic with modern design. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a long hallway that set the stage for the grandeur that awaited.
Spanning an impressive 4,800 square feet, the John Adams Presidential Suite boasts a grand master suite that exudes serenity. The suite also features a stunning dining room, a private theater room, a fully equipped kitchen, two additional bedrooms, two guest rooms, and a rising-up TV, adding an element of modernity to the space.
One of the suite's standout features is the magnificent 20-foot glass dome ceiling, allowing natural light to cascade in and illuminate the space. However, the true gem lies in the 1,000-square-foot terrace that provides panoramic views of the harbor. It's a perfect spot to admire the city's skyline and revel in the beauty of the surroundings. Also, there is a sophisticated bar within the suite that provided a wonderful space to unwind and entertain guests.
Jessica's experience at Boston Harbor Hotel was elevated by the thoughtful services provided. Private transportation to and from the airport ensured a seamless and stress-free arrival and departure. The hotel also offered personal concierge services and complimentary pressing services, ensuring Jessica's wardrobe remained impeccable throughout her stay.
The master bathroom is completed with a spacious walk-in closet and double vanity tables. The highlight, however, was the bath overlooking the harbor, where Jessica could unwind while indulging in Bulgari bath amenities.
The meals at the hotelâs restaurant were delighted with the freshest ingredients sourced daily from local markets to provide her with an unparalleled dining experience while gorgeous harbor views set the tone.
Jessica also delighted in swimming laps in the expansive three-lane, 60-foot indoor pool, indulging in moments of serenity and rejuvenation. The unique feature of the eucalyptus-infused steam room added an extra touch of relaxation to her poolside oasis.
During her stay at the Boston Harbor Hotel, Jessica Minh Anh explored the vibrant surroundings of Boston. She indulged in amazing food at Contessa Restaurant on Newbury Street, visited the prestigious Harvard University, and checked out luxury furniture at a Restoration Hardware store. Exploring the harbor, she embraced the city's deep maritime connection and marveled at the breathtaking views.
In case you are a fan of Japanese food, you can visit UNI Boston restaurant which is a lively, contemporary izakaya serving sashimi, sushi & unique Asian street food.
From culinary delights to academia and design, her time in Boston was a harmonious blend of indulgence, exploration, and appreciation for the city's cultural offerings.
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Penne Arrabbiata - Eine kleine Mafia Geschichte
Penne Arrabbiata â Eine kleine Mafia Geschichte
von Holger Obenaus Die 80iger und frĂŒhen 90iger waren von drei Dingen geprĂ€gt. Schnelle Autos, gute SchĂŒsse (wie man in Köln sagte) und Mafia-Filme. Die Kreise, in denen ich mich zu dieser Zeit rumtrieb, durchlebten SchneestĂŒrme im Hochsommer und Cold Turkey im Winter. Die besten Filmzitate passten auf jede Lebenslage und Joe Pesci war mein persönlicher Held! Unser Leben war am Limit, derâŠ
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#Hans Maria JĂŒrgen#Henry Hill#Holger Obenaus#Joe Pesci#Köln#Kriminelles Millieu#Organisierte KriminalitĂ€t#Penthouse Unicenter Köln#Plaat#Scorsese#Themroc#Tony Montana#Uni-Center#Uni-Center Penthouse
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city layout ideas
1) the main hood:
the suburbs: think Pleasantview. lots of single family, white picket fenced suburban homes.
oldtown: the historical center of the city, where big government buildings such as the town hall and the public library are located. surrounded by historical homes and shops (possibly Victorian style? or any as long as it feels "old" and cohesive). weâre planning on having a little âmagic stripâ here with occult shops and a magic school.
2) downtown:
industrial district: grungy. abandoned (or not) warehouses and factories, run down apartments, shady businesses, seedy, hole in the wall kinda bars. perhaps by the water, for shipping docks and such?.
boho district: like the industrial district but on the process of getting gentrified. lots of coffee shops, vegan stores, used bookstores. weâre also thinking of having a little âAsian stripâ here, or (ts2) Asian inspired.
commercial: fancy stores, penthouses, tall office buildings, large plazas. think 5th ave.
tech district: clean industries, labs. we could possibly come up with something cute for servos over here? like the magic strip for witches.
the nightlife: lots of clubs and trendy bars and restaurants, lots of lights and modern architecture.
3) the tourist trap:
shopping district: by the beach, ts4's Del Sol Valley inspired. lots of shops and owned businesses, maybe even a âwalk of fameâ lot.
beach living: lots of beach houses, fancy condos, more humble looking homes. not full on tropical but happy and sunny. maybe a fake gated community for celebrity homes. a touch of ts3âČs roaring heights / starlight shores.
4) the lake:
coastal living: ts4's Brindleton Bay inspired. think New England, Â lots of beach lots as well but less sunny than the previous subhood. more lake-y than beach-y, if that makes any sense.
farming district: a little ways away from the city. rural, farmhouses, barns, big sprawling fields etc.
mountain district: perhaps just a tiny little district out of town and into the woods. maybe superfluous if we're planning on doing vacation hoods later on.
notes:
- everything here is subject to change. all suggestions are welcome, feel free to edit and add to this to your heartsâ content.
- i tried to have subhood themes that could kinda look like theyâre a part of the same city, so things like a desert hood would fit better for a vacation/uni hood later on.
- same goes for themes that would look too âforeignâ next to the others, such as a Monte vista or Windenburg inspired hood.
- 1 main hood, 1 downtown and 2 subhoods might be a little too much. should we cut any of those? if so, which?
- what about the districts within each city, any ideas we should incorporate or get rid of?
- reminder that these are flexible and mostly for building inspiration and organization, we donât need to follow these to the t.Â
all of that being said: terrain makers, we need your help! <3
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â a budding romance | part 1 â
â” After moving into a new apartment, Min Yoongi stumbles across a flower shop down the street whoâs radiant bouquets and even brighter personality catches his eye. What happens when two completely different worlds collide?Â
â” pairing: min yoongi x reader
┠genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strong friendship/family dynamic, strangers to lovers, barely a soulmate AU
â” word count:Â 16.8k
â” warnings: swearing, very heavy angst, alcohol consumption, discussions of mental health and past emotional traumaâif you are in need of help, please please seek out professional care. there is hope out there and people that are here to help you. you are not your illness and always remember that you are not alone.Â
â” a/n: I finally decided to get back to writing since I was on spring break for a short period of time (and because staying home is cool :) this story was inspired by my newly developed passion for houseplants, of which Iâve amassed a collection of over 30 in the past few months and totally donât have an addiction to... This chapter turned out to be a very filler-heavy introduction to the universe it takes place in; although thereâs not much romance in this part, Iâm very happy with how the friendship dynamic between our main/secondary characters and their backgrounds turned out, so I please forgive me ^^
Iâve missed you all so freaking much, and I cannot thank you enough for showering Melophile with so much love throughout the past year. Thank you for being patient with me during my hiatus, and I hope you and all of your loved ones are staying safe, healthy, and happy â€ïženjoy, and please stay tuned for part two â€ïž
âWhere do you want the shelf?â the mover asked while holding one end of the wooden bookcase.Â
The sleep looked up from his seat by the kitchen island and âRight by the window,â Yoongi directed, guiding him to the west-facing window that opened up to his balcony. âThanks.âÂ
Tipping each of the movers, he thanked them once and bid them goodbye, shutting the door. The whoosh of the door closing left him alone in his new apartment with nothing but hastily arranged furniture, the quiet murmur of traffic outside, and of course, his thoughts; he was finally moved in.Â
Yoongi had thought about moving out for years now, but never brought up the topic until Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were traveling out of the country more. By the time university had started, he and the guys had all agreed to move into a duplex a few minutes away from campus for time, money, and friendshipâs sake. It was only a matter of time before the three boys were scouted off the street by the head of a modeling agency. Might he add that it was a late Friday night, post-finals season of senior year, and all the boys were more than inebriated, so how the man decided that giving contracts to three loud, wild, and utterly wasted uni students was astounding. Either way, the three stooges dropped out to pursue a career in modeling faster than you could say âshow in Europe.â
After graduation, Namjoon brought up the idea of moving into a smaller building, to which Jimin and Hoseok disapproved of with arms crossed and pouty faces. Taehyung and Jungkook tried to come to an agreement and schedule what times of the year theyâd be in town, but with their unpredictable schedules, it was a pointless compromise. Seokjinâthe oldest of the sevenâwas expected to move out before any of them, so it wasnât much of a surprise when he eventually offered to share a place with Taehyung and Jungkook. They were still employed under the same agency and manager, so understandably, they would all share similar shows, shooting schedules, flights, and time spent in and out of town. It was also pretty close from here, so the seven would still be able to spend time together when they had the chance to.Â
Yoongi was the first to offer moving out so the four of them wouldnât have to be crammed into a small condo. He had booked a few producing jobs here and there while still at university, so he practically had a contact list of full-time connections. Plus, Jimin had decided to enroll in a masterâs program for traditional dance while teaching at a nearby dance studio, Namjoon started his first semester towards a postgraduate degree in literary criticism (again, how the boy had even passed his G.E. chemistry class in sophomore year was beyond anyoneâs wildest imagination), and Hoseok had landed a solid job teaching hip-hop classes at the same studio Jimin was at.
âYouâre sure youâre okay with it?â Jimin asked Yoongi with worry laced in his voice. The four were lounging in the living room of the quiet apartment. Seokjin and the two younger ones had moved out earlier that morning, and they were probably still getting settled. It was only a ten minute drive from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jiminâs new place. Thankfully theyâd all be living a relative distance to one another even after moving.Â
Patting him on the head, Yoongiâs lips formed a small grin. âDonât worry about me. At least I wonât have to deal with Hoseokâs late night gas bombs...âÂ
Hoseokâs face burned bright red and his eyes grew wide as a storm of curse words flew out of his mouth. âHey! Donât blame me, tell Namjoon to learn how to cook raw food all the way through!"
To this, Namjoon threw his comforter at Hoseok, nailing him square in the face. Jimin held back his giggles while Yoongi stared wistfully. He would miss them more than he thought.Â
âItâs only a few minutes from your place so Iâll come and check up on you guys every once in a while,â Yoongi sighed, leaning into the couch. With everything packed and sent off the day before, it was the only piece of furniture left in the apartment. A distant memory resurfaced as his eyes drifted to the dented armrest. He and Jungkook had bought it at the thrift store on 5th Street after weeks of Seokjin complaining that there was no place to sit and watch TV; a past time he required to ârelieve him of his grievances.â
Yoongi cleared his throat, redirecting his attention back to the present moment. âYou know, just to make sure you havenât all starved or strangled each other.âÂ
The four shared one last month together and even helped Yoongi find his new place eight blocks down. According to Yoongi, the day Hoseok ran into Yoongiâs room with the crumpled piece of paper was a match made by hell and granted by heaven.
Snapping back into the present moment, Yoongiâs watch read 12:45 p.m. He rubbed his eyes at how dreadfully early in the day it was and his body was already begging for sleep. By the magic laws of the universe, the familiar sound of his ringtone reverberated through the barren apartmentâhis new apartment. Walking to the kitchen counter, Hoseokâs name flashed across the screen and Yoongi swiped to answer the call.Â
âHowâs our big boy doing?â Hoseok immediately shouted through the receiver.Â
Yoongi scrunched his face in displeasure at the volume but couldnât hide the slight smirk that grazed his lips. âIâm doing great mom, thanks for checking in.âÂ
âWe wanted to know if you needed any help settling in!â Jiminâs soft voice, as usual, offered with nothing but joy. Judging by the distant sound of complaining and forced laughter, he had taken the opportunity to snatch the phone away from Hoseok, and Namjoon was now holding him hostage with the force of tickling.Â
âI second that!â Namjoonâs voice boomed in the background.
Yoongi allowed himself the barest hint of a laugh. âI already had help from the movers, so the furniture is decently positioned already.â Opening up his fridge, he saw that it was unsurprisingly empty other than a few bottles of water. âI might need to run to the grocery store though. Can I call you guys after I get back?âÂ
âJimin, I swear to god youâre going to regret sharing a room with me!â Hoseokâs voice echoed closer from the other end.Â
âCall us when you get back! Itâd be nice to get to know the shops around the neighborhood,â Namjoon backed up with confidence but he suddenly yelped in pain. Yoongi pictured Hoseok jabbing him in the side like he always did whenever they fought.Â
Hoseok huffed as he brought up the phone and was in possession of the device once again. âWeâll swing by your place at 6 with food, so donât worry and buy some basic groceries. Namjoon, I swearââ
ââand make some neighborhood friends!â Namjoon blurted out. âWeâll see you soon!â Â
âSee you soon!â Jimin added cheerfully.Â
âMiss you bud!â Hoseok chirped.Â
âBye guys,â Yoongi chuckled. "Donât kill each other.â Clicking off, he sighed once more before admiring his new place. The one-bedroom penthouse came with a decent sized-kitchen, in-unit washer and dryer, and included utilities. Not to mention the extra room that he had already moved his studio equipment into and man, that balcony view. It wasnât considered budget-friendly for itâs square footage, but for the amenities and the part of town it was centered in? A steal. Â
Even though a job in the music industry didnât exactly pay well, Yoongi considered himself lucky to have gotten the exposure he did so early. He had been bound to music for as long as he could remember, and it was during his middle school years that he discovered the editing software that changed his life. By junior year of high school, Yoongi had accumulated hundreds of thousands of followers and millions of listens on his streaming account. After he declared his major in university, renowned musicians from all over the world were flooding his email with requests for new songs, collaborations, editing, and everything in between.Â
As fame and status quickly began consuming his every waking thought, a dark cloud loomed over him. There had been a period of time when sitting in his studio was no longer enjoyable and felt like pure hell. Slowly but surely, it was the same cycle over and over again: get a request from a record label, make a new song, send it back to the tone-deaf money hungry CEOâs of the music industry, and then get feedback on how itâs not catchy enough or "up with the times.â God, that pissed him off more than anything. Good music shouldnât have to be labeled as such because it fits into the typical mold of some teenage trend;Â thatâs what makes it good.
Thatâs all they cared about these days. No meaningful lyrics or real talk about everyday life and how the world goes aroundâonly songs about meaningless sex, regretting one night stands, repetitive ear worm tunes, unrequited and dumb young love, or things that talentless, plastic Instagram models could lip-sync and stick choreography to. Itâs hard to pursue your passion in a field that you love when itâs hellbent on destroying itself.Â
Donât even start with the controversies Yoongi dealt with on a daily basis. Flashy yellow headlines that talked about who this mysterious producer Min Yoongi was, where he was brought up, who heâs dated/is dating, his sexuality, and even his family members and their backgrounds. All of these were topics that every single news and social media outlet had the audacity to stamp on hundreds of magazines covers and copy/paste on their blogs, yet if given the chance, none would have the real guts to ask him in-person, face to face.Â
Yoongi found himself falling into periods of constant downward spirals. What would he become if he gave in? Who would he be if just shut up and took the money? If he listened to what everyone had to say and gave them everything they wanted? Would they love him any less or hate him even more?Â
It was half past one when he realized that he still had to go to run errands. Another 30 minutes of the day spent lingering on things that canât be changed and donât matter, he noted to himself. Wonderful.Â
Despite the chilly weather, Yoongi opted to throw on a hoodie and call it a day. His decision to wear ripped jeans was poorly made, but he refused to admit that laziness was the culprit for not packing some spare clothes into a suitcase before moving day. Before stepping out, he quickly slipped on a beanie and a face mask for privacyâs sake. He was really not in the mood today.Â
Murmuring a quick thanks to the cashier, Yoongi walked out of the grocery store as fast as he could. Within minutes, people had gathered in a crowd around him asking for pictures, autographs, voice memos, and the works.Â
Every single time he had to turn down someoneâs request for a picture because he could not miss the last bus; constantly hiding in fear of someone catching him and finding out where he lives, or worse: his family members; always trying to leave the house at the most awkward time of day so he could actually walk around and get basic shit done. No one knew it, but he hated himself for feeling like the biggest asshole that ever existed when in reality, he was just trying to live a normal life.
Yoongi loved music, but more than anything, he loved how there were people who truly empathized with his songs and the effort he put into making them. He missed the days before fanbase culture mobbed those who genuinely understood what he was trying to say. He missed going out with the guys and not having to worry about strangers following him home and leaking his address for publicity and likes. He missed having the decency of basic privacy and boundaries. Yoongi was grateful for everyoneâs unnecessary unconditional love for his work and lifelong devotion to music, but after all, he was nothing but a human being who needed some space to breathe.Â
Today was no different. He got lucky and managed to snag enough fruits and vegetables to fit into a single paper bag before the overwhelming screeches and overlapping voices forced him out of the mart.Â
One of the security guards and a few cashiers were kind enough to hold back a few of the people who tried following him out. Giving them a quick bow before scurrying out, he felt like an even bigger nuisance.Â
What kind of a prick like me disrupts peopleâs day-to-day life just to get some food...Â
Shouldâve worn a damn ski mask.
Yoongi was two blocks from his apartment complex when the smell of smog and car exhaust was replaced by a tidal wave ofâroses? The fragrance of fresh flowers flooded his nostrils with a vibrancy and sweetness that he had never smelled before. Trying to find the source, he stumbled across what appeared to be hole-in-the-wall flower shop.Â
Treading carefully towards the vivid assortment of colors and warm light, he glanced over at the array of plants that graced the outside shelves. It wasnât until he started feeling hot that he noticed a patio heater beside the entrance, which doubled as a lamp.Â
As he admired the wide variety of colors, leaf shapes, and aromas, Yoongi picked up a weathered terra cotta pot. The gritty surface of the pot was splotched with discolored patches of white, probably from water and rain. It housed a plant with small, plump, ovular, dimpled emerald green leaves, and it was vining up the bamboo stick that was staked in the center.Â
A delicate shuffle of shoes on hardwood accompanied a soft voice. âNeed help finding something?âÂ
Looking up, Yoongiâs eyes met the young womanâs gaze. Even through his mask, her friendly smile seemed to glow brighter than the embers from the patio heater. Underneath her apron, she was wearing a fluffy white sweater and a pair of comfortably loose jeans that were decorated with colorful paint-splatters.Â
Blinking hard after catching himself staring too long, Yoongi shook his head and put the plant back. âJust looking around. Nice place you got here.â If he spoke any quieter, heâd have a new job singing lullabies to babies.
Knitting her eyebrows with an inquisitive stare, he felt his pulse start to pick up. Did she recognize him? Was she going to freak out? Was there something on his face?Â
She brought her finger up to her quirked lip and widened her eyes. âBotanophobia is my area of specialty!â she exclaimed with joy. âYou donât have to worry about killing a single plant under my wing.â Picking up the plant he set down, she held it out towards him with a warm grin.Â
Yoongi wonât be the first to admit that of his absent green thumb. When he used to visit his grandmother, sheâd always tug on his ear for picking at the hanging pots draped underneath her patio. He didnât even have a plant near his vicinity until Taehyung brought home individual cactus for each of the guys. Something about keeping it on their desks for focus and oxygen or whatever.
Needless to say that Namjoon and Yoongi both learned very quickly that cacti donât like water as much as you think.Â
âOh,â Yoongi waved his hands in defense. â Iâm not really a plant collecting type of guy.âÂ
The girl rolled her eyes teasingly and handed him a ball of twine from her pocket.
âStay here until I get back,â she commanded with a stern look and playful confidence. âIâll be but a moment.â Retreating back into the shop, Yoongi was frozen in place. Guilty if he leaves, not guilty if he staysâ
Right as he was about to put the twine on the shelf, the girl came out of the shop with a paper-wrapped package. âWater it once a month and keep it by a window, preferably brightly lit but not necessarily,â she instructed with nothing less than an energetic smile. âThey kind of thrive on neglect.âÂ
He was taken aback. âButââÂ
She held her hand up to halt his rebuttal and took back the twine. âThink of this as a little welcome to the neighborhood gift. I know all of my locals by heart and Iâve never seen you around before.âÂ
âI canât just take a plant from you,â Yoongi huffed, slightly annoyed at her stubborn nature. She was determined, heâd give her that.Â
Shaking her head, her hands didnât move. âYou can pay me back the next time you visit, and if you still havenât fallen in love with this guyââ her head motioned to the paper-wrapped plant in her hands. ââthen I guess Iâll just have to work harder.âÂ
Yoongi bowed his head in thanks and accepted the parcel with a tightly pressed smile. She was definitely not one to give in. He couldnât help but feel a pang of jealousy that there were still people in the world who loved their jobs as much as this woman.Â
The dimming sky signaled that it was time for him to get back home. Waving goodbye, the sound of his steps grew louder as the echo of her voice faded farther away. âSee you around!âÂ
Sure, the pessimist in him spat.Â
You awoke to the gentle sound of rain pattering against your window. Drops bounced off of the glass as the sound grew harsher, the water droplets ricocheting off of the already-streaky pane and onto the surrounding leaves of the tree whose branches caressed your small windowsill. The freezing cold air whistled through the crack between your window pane and the latch, causing you to shiver reflexively.
Stretching out your limbs, a large and clearly gracious yawn left your mouth, which harmonized in tandem with your outstretched palms and scrunched face. The warmth of your rumpled and disheveled sheets made you groan, your body naturally refusing to leave the comfort of your own bed. Did you really have to go out today? Using the rusty spring of the mattress to swing your legs over the bed, your feet grazed the cold, damp fabric of your carpetâ
âCrap.â Partially awake, your aching limbs dashed across your small studio apartment and rummaged through the pile of rubbish in the spare closet, fishing out an old bucket. You ran back to your room and placed on top of the wet patch of fabric just underneath the foot of your bed. The sound of water hitting the carpet soon turned into muffled pangs. The culprit? A leaky spot in the ceiling of your humble abode that you had so graciously discovered months after youâd moved in.Â
Your landlord/makeshift, of course, said he couldnât do anything about it. Something told you it wasnât that he couldnât, but rather, he couldnât be bothered to...
The pleasantly dull morning heaviness that weighed your body slowly retreated, and left you fully aware that your feet were still wet and freezing cold. Very, very cold. It was Monday, right? A sigh escaped you as your hand came up to rub your eyes. Definitely a Monday. Stretching once more, you sat silently and found a moment of peace in gazing at the pouring rain that battered your window.Â
There was something oddly relaxing about watching the water droplets slowly slide down the glass. Whether it was the transparency of the glass against the clarity of the rainwater, or the different textures of sound as the droplets bounced off of the window onto the tree leaves, one thing was certain: overcast skies and the fresh smell petrichor was one of natureâs many great gifts.Â
Since the day was still immersed in the early hours of the morning, you were compelled to stay inside and burn through a book or two while in the comfort of your own bed. However, your fairytale fantasy was shattered by the reality that was your day job. You washed up, got dressed, and didnât bother adding any extra layers to combat the cold. It was, of course, the sensation of the icy biting air against your flushed cheeks that made you treasure this kind of weather all the more. The haphazard toss a mini-umbrella into your bag and the clink of a lock and key was quite complimentary.Â
Ever since you were young, youâd loved flowers. Red roses, to be exact. It was in your best interest as a 6-year old to tag alongside your dad on his trips to the hardware store. Each time you came home, you ended up bringing a 99-cent fern home that ended up dying a week later. No matter how much your little heart adored each tiny gem, it was only a matter of time before you drowned the plant with too much water. In your pre-pubescent mind, taking care of a plant meant watering it. Every day. Little did you know that tending to a garden meant leaving it alone and giving it time to grow by itself.Â
Hundreds of plant funerals were held from the tender ages of six to fourteen. Years of experience, tears, frustration, determination, and love ended up raising your brown thumb well. Who knew that youâd end up majoring in biology and horticultural studies? Not to mention starting up an independent business as a flower shop and nursery. Now that was something to be grateful for.Â
It might seem strange to many; working a job that doesnât pay a ton or have a stable workload, sitting in a humid shop some days with nothing but the rustling of dried bouquets to keep you company, or learning to appreciate the quiet solitude of white noise against morning traffic. It may have seemed like torture for anyone with some ounce of sanity, but to you, it was home.Â
Nothing excited you more than when you received the bi-weekly shipment of new plants. You were lucky the rain had stopped by the time you made it halfway to the shop. Marco, your go-to greenhouse guy, was just in time. He was wearing a blue sweater and the navy scarf his wife, Lucia, knitted him for Christmas four years ago.Â
Youâll never forget the gifts they exchanged that year. It was two days before Christmas and Marco was so busy with deliveries, he didnât have time to get Lucia a present. Of course, seeing him ramble his worries to you while bringing in the dayâs shipment made a lightbulb go off in your head.Â
As he was unloading boxes, you ran inside and whipped up a somewhat-simple but ever-classic arrangement: red tulips, white honeysuckles, babyâs-breath stems, and a mix of myrtle and lemon leaves to balance out the flower to foliage ratio.Â
Before Marco could leave, you put the finishing touches on the lush bouquet and finished it off with a gold-dusted bow for added holiday spirit.Â
âAll done!â Marco bellowed. Running out of the shop, you handed him the box that sheltered Luciaâs gift.Â
âMerry Christmas,â you whispered with a giddiness that couldnât be held back.Â
âOh, bella...â His reaction was priceless. With a mouth parted, sparkling eyes, and a wonder-struck smile to top it all off, this was why you loved your job.Â
âRed tulips for a perfect love, honeysuckles for devoted lovers, and babyâs breath for everlasting love.â The words rolled off of your tongue like a second language.Â
Marco was still speechless. âYou shouldnât haveââ
âMarco, my business would not function without you and neither would I,â you hushed. âThis is the absolute least I could do for you and Lucia.âÂ
âBella!â His deep voice brought you back to the present day. The nickname always made you feel fuzzy. âHow are you?âÂ
âIâm doing wonderful, Marco.â Your eyes beamed. âHow are Lucia and the girls?âÂ
He laughed, shaking his head with a grin. âAs wild as always. Fia and Gianna just started 2nd grade a few days ago. Theyâre growing up too fast.âÂ
Your heart melted. âItâs always like that, isnât it? Time flies...â The wistful tone in your voice didnât go unnoticed. âAnyway, whatâs in todayâs box of treasures?â Rubbing your hands together like an animated cartoon, your eyes lit up at the sight of all the new varieties that peeked from the boxes.Â
âOh youâll love these!â Pulling out one of the 4-inch grow pots from the boxes, he revealed to you a healthy Hoya bella. The delicately draped stems with spear-shaped leaves and grooved foliage was breathtaking. A few of them even had a few peduncles, which was where flowers bloomed from. Hoyas were known for their delicate, candy-like flowers, and Hoya bella was a prolific bloomer.Â
If you had to choose a favorite type of tropical genus, itâd most definitely be the wax plant family. There are hundreds of species within that range from your typical waxy, thick and succulent leaves to thin, hair-like sparse leaves that looked like grass. Expensive grass, might you add.Â
You couldnât hold back the excitement. âYou brought me hoyas!â Jumping up and down with an overzealous amount of energy, Marco bowed for dramatic effect. Today was already off to a great start.Â
He counted all the boxes one more time, summing up the numbers in his head. âThere are also some krinkle 8âČs, compactas, variegated and green carnosas, more bellas, australis, curtisii, pubicalyx, burtoniae, lacunosa, and only a couple linearis. You know how popular those are these days.â Each time he listed off another set of species had you spinning. âThe bottom boxes have some pothos, rubber trees, ferns, tradescantias, and peperomias.âÂ
âThank you thank you thank you,â you exclaimed while giving him a big hug. âDonât count me guilty if I run home with a few of these.âÂ
A hearty laugh reverberated from his chest. âAlways a pleasure, bella. I have to get going. Watch the rain! Iâll see you next week!âÂ
Bidding him a goodbye, you reminded him to drive safe before he was off.Â
The first customer of the day was a regular; you could spot her bright red lipstick and pinup elegance from a mile away. If she hadnât said anything, you could have sworn she was related to Marilyn Monroe.Â
 âGood morning, Ms. Simmons!â you greeted as the chime on the door jingled. âHow are you?âÂ
Her bright red lips curled into a grin that revealed her immaculate smile. âIâm doing very well, thank you dearie.â Did you mention that she had an Irish accent?Â
Stepping out from behind the counter, you pulled out the freshly wrapped parcel and unfolded the top to show her. Cupping your hand to speak, the words came out in a whisper. âI got the new shipment of linearis.âÂ
At this, her eyes grew bigger and mouth rounded into an O. Sheâd been waiting for these grass-leaved hoyas for months now and you had made a promise to her that she was the first on the waitlist.Â
âYou are an absolute jewel my love, an unreal star!â Handing you her usual payment method of cash, you made sure to choose the fullest plant for her before she arrived. Also, you may have added in a begonia and African violet or two. All in the name of agape love, truly.Â
Even though she celebrated her 70th birthday over the winter, Ms. Simmons was a regular ever since you opened the shop. She always made the two mile walk from her home to your shop every Monday and you couldnât understand for the life of you why. All you could do was be the best at your job and treat your customers as well, if anything, better than they treated you. Â
âIâll see you next week, Ms. Simmons,â you smiled, holding the door open for her as she went on her merry way.Â
The rest of the day was business as usual. Mary, another regular, came in looking for a rubber tree and a peace lily; sheâd just moved into a bigger house to accompany their newest family member, and needed some green so the place didnât look so sterile.Â
Isaac, the pastor who worked at the local church, was in need of some rose arrangements for this weekendâs sermon. He always loved how full the ones you had out on display were.Â
Kat was an old university friend you had stayed in touch with and a fellow âhoya head.â She was the sweetest girl and always brought you coffee and a perfectly toasted bagel whenever she visited. The doorbell always chimed at exactly 12:25 p.m. and she never missed it once ever since you opened the shopâs doors.Â
âYou got a perm?!â you gawked. Sheâd gotten another haircut. Her once long, pin-straight dark brown hair was now shoulder length and curled like Shirley Templeâs signature look. âYou look a-freaking-mazing!âÂ
Tussling the curls with one hand while pushing up the bridge of her cat-eye glasses with the other, she reminded you of a revamped 70âs Betty Boop. âThank you darling, Iâve been meaning to chop it all off for a while now but the weather has had me down in the dumps,â she remarked in an over the top, received pronunciation accent.Â
Shaking your head and appreciating her choice of clothing, you couldnât help but applaud at how she always chose fashion and style over basic comfort.
"We got some bellas and compactas so grab âem and go before you get a cold.â Her red dress and black cardigan ensemble was an eye-catcher but did not bode well considering the cloudy sky.
She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. âYes mom, Iâll take those two and a krinkle, if you please.â You will admit, her energy was something you never got tired of.Â
The wrapping of planters had become muscle-memory now. Wrap around, fold over, crease the edge, tuck in the sides, and tie with some twine. A snip here and brushing off the excess soil there and voila.Â
Before she left, you handed her the umbrella you brought from home. âGet home before it starts raining!â you nagged. âI only live a few minutes from here so just take it before you ruin your clothes.â Kat definitely needed it more than you.Â
She wrapped her arms around you in a familiar hug and promised sheâd call you back at home. âLove you!â Perfect timing, too. Right as the door shut, the slow patter of rain had started sprinkling the rooftop, and cars started whooshing by with an added splash.Â
Cradling your warm cup of coffee was a routine on Katâs visiting days. The rain was now trickling down the ridged shingles of the roof and down the gutter, droplets of water blurring into coiled trails. Absolutely mesmerizing. After making a dozen bouquets that were on todayâs order list, Sara, Louie, Timmy, Kyle, and George visited one by one to pick them up. Soon after that, the day started slowing down and the rain showed no signs of stopping like you had anticipated. It was nearing closing time too, so maybe it was a good idea to head home a bit early.Â
You rushed to bring in the buckets of pre-cut flowers and ready-made arrangements from outside. You ended up wrapping everything up right on time. Even better, a few new faces showed up. All of your linearis and bellas had sold out today (no surprise), and you got to meet some new customers right before closing time. It was nothing but a joyous and success-filled day in your eyes.Â
Gripping the cold metal, goosebumps prickled your skin as soon as your fingertips rolled down the gate over the store windows. A smile of triumph grazed your lips. The quietest of goodbyes escaped your lips.
Until tomorrow.Â
The buzz of alcohol and smell of grease wafted in the air as they all got crazier by the minute.Â
Namjoon had already burned through three bottles of beer and was on the verge of losing his sense of direction. Hoseok was two sips in before his face flushed a bright red. Jimin was prancing around like a fairy after his third shot of tequila. Taehyung and Jungkook were singing and dancing to bad karaoke songs, nearly knocking over the TV a few times.Â
Seokjin was the only one who was mildly sober. Again, mildly is a word that should be used very lightly. "Since when did you have a green finger?â
The five paused their shenanigans to glance over at the single plant that decorated the otherwise empty bookshelf.Â
Yoongi chewed silently, unable to come up with any response.Â
Jimin hiccuped before talking. âDidnât you kill a cactus a few years back?â Â
Again, Yoongi chose to stay silent and give an unbothered shrug. Hoseokâs face still looked like he was contemplating the meaning of life, but he managed to nod his head in confirmation.Â
âYeah, Namjoon drowned his, too,â the youngest spoke with a ditzy tone. Taehyung giggled like a child at Jungkookâs strangely accurate description and pointed at Namjoon. Some comment about his messy hair or turtle glasses, or a combination of both.
âIâm old enough to take care of myself so I should be able to take care of some stupid weed.â For some reason, Yoongiâs mouth burned saying those words.Â
Namjoon rolled his eyes at the comment and got up to grab some water. Of course, his drunk state amplified his clumsiness and caused him to bang his knee against the corner of the kitchen island. Hoseok and Jimin burst out into cackles and snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes. The alcohol was beginning to pass like water. He should slow down.Â
âApparently that one thrives on neglect.â Yoongi finally broke his vow of silence, changing the topic and directing his attention to Jimin and half-there Hoseok. âHowâs teaching going?âÂ
Leaning on each other as the alcohol sleeps finally kicked in, they could only raise their thumbs-up with half-lidded eyes.Â
Coming back with a tray of water cups that remained miraculously intact, Namjoon collapsed down into his seat. âTheyâve been working every single day for the past month now. Jimin has his mid-semester show coming up and Hoseok got booked for some choreography with a local theater group.âÂ
Yoongi downed one last mouthful of the bitter drink before calling it quits, enjoying how it burned his throat as it made its way down. âAnd you guys?âÂ
Seokjin and Jungkook all murmured something about an upcoming shoot in May for the spring catalog.Â
âJungkook and Seokjin got booked for a perfume ad and I got an acting gig,â Taehyung explained. The excitement was evident in his voice. Yoongi congratulated the three, cheering them on with another shot.Â
He turned to the boy rubbing his bruised knee. âAnd you, Joon?âÂ
It was Namjoonâs turn to shrug. âSchool is school. Always studying, reading, writing, nothing new,â he droned in a monotonous voice. âHowâve you been handling everything?âÂ
He was talking about all the new deals that Yoongi was offered in the last couple of weeks. Every post on social media was rampant with news of Min Yoongiâs latest tracks and upcoming collabs. Although the boys would never fully understand his stress, their sympathy for him was plenty enough.
âSame old same old. Money hungry bastards trying to get my advice on shitty tracks that have as much depth and complexity as a poptart just to get my signature stamped on it.â Yoongi spoke with painful honesty, causing everyone to sober up and focus on him. He took a final swig of his drink. âWhatever sells, I guess.âÂ
Namjoon and the others shook their heads in agreement solemnly, showing his wordless support and understanding. âYouâll get out of it, Yoongi. Trust me.â He patted his friendâs shoulder in vain, but only Yoongi knew it.Â
Trying to swallow the words, Yoongi looked over at the snoring bundle that was Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Seokjin was probably passed out in the bathroom. His upper teeth raked across his lower lip, savoring the dull sensation that felt more real than the situation he had gotten himself into.Â
âYeah. Iâll get out of it.âÂ
Spring was always the best time of the year. All of the flowers were in bloom and sunlight was streaming through everyoneâs window without being unbearably hot. To top it all off, it was also the busiest time for you and your business. The shop was always flooded with customers marveling at the colors that decorated the exterior. When the inside of the shop finally cleared out, you were able to take requests for individual bouquets, parties, and weddings.Â
âNeed some help?â a familiar someone shouted through the crowd of people.Â
Your head snapped over to the upbeat and bubbly voice you knew by heart. âKat!â Hugging her over the counter and bringing her behind the register, you quickly thanked her before running around frantically with a notepad in hand.Â
This became a routine about two springs after you opened up: people piling in by the masses for a chance at bringing home the freshest roses, tulips, and succulents you had to offer, Kat making her weekly visit and seeing you overwhelmed, weaving her way through the horde of people crammed inside the shop and lined up outside, and finally putting on an apron of her own and managing the register while you paced back and forth getting peopleâs orders.Â
âWhat would I do without you?â you mouthed to her as you formed your face into a meme-worthy cry face.
She stuck her tongue out and managed the register like a pro, fingers pressing buttons left and right at lighting speed. You giggled and went back to jotting down everyoneâs orders.Â
1x assmt/ peace lilies; red and white in ceram. pot
2x 4-inch maiden hair ferns delivered
1 bqt/dozen red roses w/ filler foliage
1 bqt/dozen red roses w/o filler foliage
1x dozen individually wrapped W roses with gld. ribbons
R, W, PRP, PNK tulips w/ queen anneâs lace
Succ. terr. for bday, round jar, colorful
Over the course of one day, you used up three ballpoint pens and couldnât feel your fingers or your cheeks. Writing and smiling at the same time should be an official sport for next yearâs Olympics. Kat fared no better. Slung over the register like a floppy piece of bacon, the only indication of any remaining energy from either of you was the heavy sound of breathing.Â
Stretching out your hands, you set down the notepad and groaned. âKat?â Checking to make sure she was alive, she groaned back in response. âThank you.âÂ
She looked up and rested her cheek against the gold glass of the counter. âWelcome,â she mumbled, flashing her signature smile. It was a quarter past seven but you usually closed the shop by five, so why were you and Kat still here? After the commotion of today, both of you were too exhausted to close up, so you just brought whatever flowers from outside remained and ordered some takeout to eat here.Â
Standing up, your body needed to step outside and get some fresh air. Kat was knocked out comfortably on the counter, so you decided to leave her alone to nap in peace. The first step you took outside made your body tingle. You were constantly running back and forth earlier, but being out of breath and in a mental flux with all the orders made you feel like you were floating.Â
You inhaled the cold air as deeply as you could and breathed out with an equal amount of force. The sky was tinted a coral pink color and the sun was barely kissing the horizon. Thank you spring for yet another marvelous attribute that only you can provide.Â
Right before you were about to step back inside, a familiar masked figure entered your field of vision. âHey!â Calling out through cupped hands, you prayed he could hear you over the few cars that were driving by. His head perked up and even behind his covered face, you could see that he was surprised. Ducking his head in a makeshift greeting, you waved him hello and goodbye, happy to see his masked face again. No point in calling him over this late at night. He probably had things to do. Didnât we all?Â
Jungkook and Taehyung were the first ones to point it out.Â
âYoongi...â Hoseok uttered.Â
âHow could you?â Seokjin continued, mouth agape in pure disbelief. Â
Namjoon shook his head. âI canât believe youâve done this. âResponsible adultâ my ass.âÂ
âYouâve had it for two weeks and itâs already dying!â Jimin was the one who finally blurted it out.Â
Yoongi rubbed his sore eyes. It was 11 in the morning and he was exhausted from staying up all night. The deadline for his upcoming track was this Friday and contrary to popular belief, making a horribly repetitive and catchy song was a lot harder than youâd think. The guys managed to find some time in their schedules to come visit him. He never thought the day would come where he wanted them to stay home.Â
âItâs fine,â he grunted.Â
âWhen was the last time you watered it?â Hoseok asked, inspecting the sick looking plant. He was making that weird face. The one where his nose wrinkled at an invisible stench and eyes narrowed into slits.Â
âDonât know,â Yoongi shrugged while chugging a few mouthfuls of water and relished the feeling of cool liquid coating his parched throat.Â
They all surveyed the state of the place. There were crumpled scraps of paper that littered the hardwood floor like confetti. Empty water bottles were spread across the bathroom, music studio, kitchen counter, and balcony shelfâand who could forget the pile of worn hoodies and shirts that were nestled in the sofa corner and had slowly been growing bigger, congregating to form a laundry mountain.Â
Namjoon was the one to point out that the fridge was still pretty much empty. âDid you even go grocery shopping, Yoongi?â He spoke with the tone of concern now. If anyone knew how persistent Yoongi was, it was Namjoon. This wouldnât be the first time heâs skipped meals and sleep just to work on a song.Â
âYoongi, we can go out for you if you need us to,â Jimin offered as usual. Hoseok and Namjoon voted in support of his idea, already mouthing a list to Taehyung and Jungkook.Â
âWeâll go to the supermarââ Jungkook was cut off by Yoongiâs sudden spike of anger.Â
âIâm fine,â Yoongi replied a bit too harshly. He could only hold in pent up frustration for so long before he burst. âI donât need you to go grocery shopping for me. I donât need your help. I appreciate it, I really do, but itâs not your job to bear my burden of being a nuisance.â Â
They stayed quiet. The ball was already rolling and he needed to get it all out.Â
âYou think I donât want to go out? To step outside for one day and have nobody recognize me?â Yoongi scoffed, voice dripping with venom and sarcasm. âI wantââ he paused. âNo, no. I crave that more than anything. The anonymity I had in high school when I was a nobody and only had you guys by my side.Â
âBack when I didnât have to bury myself underneath hoodies and beanies, suffocate myself underneath scarves and face masks, or wear sunglasses when it wasnât the slightest bit sunny out.â Yoongi held back a scream and ran his hands through his hair in anger, tugging at the strands so he could feel tense pain nip at his scalp; he needed to feel anything other than thisâthis thing inside of him. Realizing that he had directed his vexes toward the wrong people, he sighed. Yoongi buried his face into his hands, disappointed at himself for doing it again.Â
Sinking into the ground, he couldnât find it in himself to shed a single tear. In a fit of blind rage, he had just yelled at his childhood friends for absolutely no reason. Guilt was starting to eat away at his conscience; heâd fucked upâbad. What the hell was wrong with him?Â
The six kneeled down beside Yoongi and enveloped him in a silent hug. The boys had formed their group of seven in middle school and were forever bound by their loyalty to one another. Pushing past the temper tantrums of adolescence and living through the toils of university was all accomplished by the means of what connected them as a whole: friendship. Friends were there for each other through thick and thin, and they knew that none of them were free from the confines of daily life; friends were family
Yoongi pressed the palms of his hands harder into his eye sockets and blinked back the ache that was diffusing across his muscles.Â
Iâll get out of it.Â
It was an unusually cloudy day for spring. The grey clouds that were spread out across the sky didnât seem to bode well for the day ahead. Today went by slower than usual. Granted it was a Sunday, but stillâit was an off day.Â
You were in the middle of pruning the plants that were set up outside the shop when a hand tapped your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by a doe-eyed young man and his equally handsome friend. You had never seen them around before and they were each carrying two insulated grocery bags by their sides.Â
âGood afternoon.â The latter greeted you with an immaculate smile, bowing slightly. His friend mirrored the greeting, also presenting himself with his own charming grin.Â
Starstruck for a moment, you blinked a few times before gulping nervously. âPleasure.â You mentally face-palmed your brain. Great job.Â
The big-eyed one spoke with a certain shyness you couldnât put your finger on. âWe were looking for some advice on plants. For a friend.â Chuckling, he scratched the back of his ear. It was only after a few moments to process their appearances did you realize that they were both attractive enough to be models, or something of the sort. Maybe your eyes were tricking you, but you felt like youâd seen them on last monthâs fashion catalogue...
âIâm Jungkook by the way.â Shaking his hand, you couldnât help but be aware of the pink that crept up your face. You tried to hide it with a nervous smile.Â
Act professional, you mentally scolded. â______,â you introduced yourself.
The other apologized for his manners and shook your hand as well. Your small fingers paled in comparison to his. âTaehyung. Nice to meet you.â His blinding smile made you blush furiously and you were dying inside.Â
âSo uhâour friend, he has a plant like this one,â Taehyung continued, stopping to point to the tray of green carnosas beside his knee. ââand itâs starting to turn brown?âÂ
âHmm...â you frowned. "Does your friend always have the air conditioner or heater running? Something that might cause the air to dry out?â
The two stared at each other at a loss for words. âNot really, he always complains that the weather is too hot to turn on the heater yet too cold for the AC,â Jungkook elaborated.Â
âOh!â He gasped as if a mind-blowing thought had struck him. âThereâs a humidifier by his couch. Remember? He always used to complain about nosebleeds when we lived by uni.â Jungkook shook his head up and down like a cartoon, probably recalling this as well.Â
You were stumped. âYouâre sure theyâre brown leaves, right? Not yellow?âÂ
They nodded. Damn. Yellowing leaves almost always indicated over watering or under fertilizing. Browning edges and tips usually meant that the plant needed more humidity, but full blown brown leaves?Â
Sighing in defeat, you packaged a small packet of water-soluble fertilizer with instructions and handed it to doe-eyed . âTry this and see if it helps,â you instructed, praying it would. Hoyas were known as bullet-proof plants, so why a carnosa of all species was starting to decline was alarming.Â
They thanked you for your help and asked you a few more questions before leaving.Â
âBy the way,â Taehyung asked. âDo you do arrangements for large-scale productions? Like photoshoots?âÂ
You said yes with a gentle smile. âOccasionally I will, but being such a small shop, I try to limit it to only during the springtime. Itâs harder to fill out orders for big events when there arenât that many materials to work with.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes got bigger than you thought to be possible and beamed, still running his hands through his hair shyly. âWould you be interested in helping us out?âÂ
Raising your eyebrow at their request, you were curious. âWhat exactly would I be helping with?âÂ
Taehyung started stuttering, his turn to be shy. âWe actually have a spring photoshoot coming up for our modeling gig, and we thought itâd be cool to have an actual set full of flowers. Not just a big, white room with oversaturated fluorescents.âÂ
âSo you are models?â You felt like Sherlock Holmes had cracked the case.Â
This time, they were the ones who turned tomato red and cleared their throats, scratching their heads nervously. Humble folks.Â
âDonât fret, your secret is safe with me,â you comforted. âWhat kind of theme are you trying to go for?âÂ
You conversed for the next half twenty minutes about their ideas for the shoot and a little bit about their backgrounds, and you managed to exchange numbers. It turns out they were quite the dynamic duo.Â
If you hadnât reminded them that they had groceries that needed to be taken home, you could have easily talked to them for another couple of hours. They were the welcoming social butterflies, not the typical annoying ones that felt the compulsive need to blabber on about nothing.Â
After saving their contacts into your phone, Taehyung and Jungkook thanked you once more for your time and said theyâd see you around.Â
What an interesting day it turned out to be indeed...
âWe come bearing gifts!â Taehyung announced grandly in his signature deep voice. Setting down the bags, the six got to work organizing the food stash. Jungkook, Taehyung and Seokjin were fortunate enough to be in town for a while before their next shoot, and Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok were on spring break. Basically, all of them had been camping in Yoongiâs living room for the past few weeks, and he wouldnât have had it any other way.Â
Jungkook and Taehyung had bought enough food to last all of them for a month had they still lived under a single roof. Jimin got to work on washing and slicing up the vegetables, Seokjin was dividing up the cuts of beef, and Hoseok was boiling some water and sauce for the pasta. Meanwhile, Taehyung was busy figuring out how to set the temperature dial on the oven and Jungkook was scolding him every few seconds for not letting him do it.Â
Namjoon was keeping a keen eye on the water to make sure it was boiling.
âDo you think heâs still sleeping?â Sat on the bar counter of the kitchen, he propped up his chin while resting his elbow on the table.Â
âI hope so,â Hoseok sighed. âBut you know he never sleeps even at the best of times.âÂ
Jimin shook his head. âHe was snoring a little earlier, but he might just be swaddled underneath the covers,â he added, the satisfying crunch of the vegetables timed perfectly with his words.Â
âHeâll be okay, right?â Jungkook asked with worry evident in his voice.Â
âHeâll talk about it when heâs ready to, but until then, itâs not our place to pry.â Seokjin was the class clown of the group, but every so often he let the wise part of his brain come out. âLetâs cook up a feast, pop open some bottles, and have a good time just like the old days.âÂ
âThe water is boiling!â Namjoon shouted, a bit too loud for Hoseokâs taste. He jumped at the sudden spike in pitch like a cat. Bursting into a fit of laughter, Hoseok whacked Joon on the forehead with the wooden spoon, making him howl. A spitting image of siblings fighting on Thanksgiving.Â
In the other room, Yoongi let out a deep sigh from beneath the jumbled mess of covers. The smell emanating from the kitchen made his mouth water and fooled him into thinking he was still dreaming.Â
Sitting up slowly so the blood wouldnât rush too quickly to his head, he stared outside at the glimmering lights of the city that lit up the dark sky. Across the street, he could barely make out the flashing shadows of peopleâs TV screens behind their blinds and the monotonous, undecorated, cement balconies. For the most part, the sight was nothing extraordinary.Â
If he shut his eyes and listened closely, he could hear the faint hum of sirens; feel the quiet murmur of the heartbeat that lived and breathe in the city. If he silenced his mind entirely, he could smell the wet cement through the crack of his open window, still damp from the rain that poured hours earlier.Â
His footsteps were light as he made his way to the kitchen, but not before sneaking a glance at his friends from the hallway. Hiding behind the doorway, Yoongi listened to their voices; somehow even throughout puberty, he could still tell exactly whoâs voice belonged to who just by the energy their words radiated.Â
âYou told me to tell you when the water was boiling!â Namjoon defended with a whine, still rubbing his forehead from where Hoseok struck him with the spoon. He swore it was turning red.âI told you the water was boiling!âÂ
Jungkook hung his head down to hide his wide-toothed grin. He was trying his hardest to hold back the snort that threatened to escape. âI think Hoseok meant to let him know with some bit of sanity, not intentionally scare him.âÂ
âEither way, Hoseok definitely knew the water was boiling,â Taehyung chuckled with his mouth half-full. He always liked sneaking bits of food whenever they cooked something.Â
âStop eating all the carrots, Taehyung!â Jimin yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time. âI hope your nose turns orange.âÂ
His hand stopped midway, the carrot a mere centimeters away from his mouth which was still open. âCanâcan that actually happen?â he sputtered.Â
Yoongi could picture Jiminâs smirk down to the last dimple. âI donât know Taehyung, ever wonder why some babies turn orange?Â
âIt only happens if you only eat carrots for a long time, like a carrot juice detox or something.â As usual, Seokjin was the voice of logic and mild reason in Yoongiâs absence.Â
Taehyung pinched Jiminâs cheek as revenge, popping the carrot into his mouth.Â
âI donât know Taehyung,â Hoseok warned, sucking air in between his teeth for added effect. âNow that you mention it, your nose is starting to look a little bitââÂ
âWhat?!â A few chunks of carrot came flying out of his mouth, causing the boys to explode into snickers and simultaneous âewâs.â Taehyung ran to the nearest bathroom and nearly ran face-first into the mirror trying to get a good look at his face.Â
âHoseok!!!â he screeched like a demon. âYou are so freaking lucky we donât share a room anymore!âÂ
Jungkook was starting to hyperventilate and clap like a seal, while Jimin, Seokjin and Hoseok sounded like they were on laughing gas from all of their snorting. âHow do you fall for that sort of thing?â Seokjin forced out while clutching his stomach and nearly bursting into tears.Â
âGod you guys are so stupid,â Namjoon facepalmed. In reality, he was hiding his ear-to-ear grin and his cheeks were sore. âI donât know how we dealt with each other for twenty years.âÂ
This made all of them laugh even harder.
Still hiding behind the doorway, Yoongi felt a bruising pain bloom from within his chest. It started deep down in his ribs and moved up his chest, crawling up his throat and contracting every muscle and scraping against every bone as it made its way farther up. The ache grew into a bubble, inflating itself bigger and bigger until it hurt for him to swallow or breathe. His knees buckled from beneath him as his back slid down the wall, his body curling into a crouched position. He looped his hands behind his neck and tugged his face into his knees, the familiar darkness comforting him. He wanted to scream until his throat refused to; punch something until his knuckles were pink, kick a box, bite down on a towel until his gums ached, throw a glass at a wall and watch it shatter into pieces, thrash around until his limbs went numb from the buzz of blood circulation.Â
He wanted to cry but he didnât; he wanted to feel the tears as they trailed down his face. He wanted to feel the burning sensation of them trailing down his skin each time he wiped them away, cheek stinging even more after he did.Â
He needed to cry but he couldnât.Â
âDo you wanna go wake him up, Taehyung?â Seokjin asked, his voice waking Yoongi up from his daze. It was more of a gentle command than a question, really. âHe never gets mad at you for waking him up.âÂ
On cue, Yoongi walked into the kitchen and pretended to rub his eyes as if he were still sleepy. Sitting at the table, he blinked a few times to make sure he wasnât dreaming. âWow, you actually managed to cook something and not burn my place down.â His chest was still sore and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed, but there was also a part of him that was genuinely impressed by the setup.Â
âHey, weâre not all like Namjoon.â Hoseok poked fun at him again and twirled his spatula as if it were a hypnotist wand.Â
âAt least I made sure the water was boiling,â Joon mumbled under his breath.Â
Yoongi had no energy to smile, but he managed to lift the edges of his lips into the ghost of one. âIâm starving,â he spoke as his voice cracked a little.Â
The dinner table was already set and they just needed to bring some spare plates over. As everyone began gathering around the food, Yoongi felt the swelling in his chest begin to calm down. He was still having trouble breathing deep breaths, but it was better. Better than nothing.Â
âWant some water?â Jungkook offered, face still flushed red from laughing earlier.Â
âThanks,â Yoongi accepted. He patted the youngest on the head and ruffled his hair like the high school days. Looking around, he studied every single face of his friends, admiring traits he hadnât really taken the time to appreciate before.
Pouring him a glass, the boys soon joined Yoongi at the table, wine glass in hand. Hoseok handed the extra one he had brought to Yoongi, sneaking him a wink. A grin spread across his lips.
Jimin passed around the bottle of white wine as Taehyung cracked open a mini bottle of red for himself. All eyes darted towards the second youngest, causing him to raise his hands in defense. âChardonnay gives me a hangover sometimes!âÂ
âMhm,â Jungkook hummed. âTotally the chardonnay.âÂ
Another circle of laughter encompassed the table. Right as they were about to start eating, Hoseok remembered that he forgot to take the pasta out from the saucepan.Â
Namjoon stood up so fast, he didnât have time to voice his pain when his toe struck against the table leg. âIâll get it!â he volunteered before anyone could stop him. The dining table was right beside the kitchen so why was he in such a rush?Â
The others trusted him enough with a simple task like pouring something out of a pan into a dish. At least, that was until the boy decided the pasta was lacking a little bit of âzest,â so to speak. Â
âJungkook, whereâd you put the basil?â he asked while shuffling through the refrigerator.Â
"In the fridge, second drawer,â Jungkook answered, going back to take a bite of his steak. âWhy?âÂ
âThe pasta needs some green!â he said with far too much energy in his voice.Â
Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Yoongi all looked at one another with the same puzzled expression before shrugging it off. That classical fiction analysis class was probably making him go kooky. The peace lasted for about half a second until Namjoon asked where Jimin had put the knife.Â
Their calm expressions immediately turned into ones of sheer terror as they looked at each other and scrambled out of their seats at the speed of light.
âNamjoon!â they screamed in unison.Â
Kat nearly dislocated her jaw. âHe texted you again? What did he say? Did you text him back? What did you say? Was he being a dick again? Howââ
You smacked your hand across her mouth in an effort to shut her up. Her overzealous energy was really a double-edged sword. On certain days, you absolutely thrived on it. On days like this, you hated it with a burning passion more than you hated maidenhair ferns. They were beautiful in theory but were a bitch to keep happy.Â
âKat,â you stopped. âI love you and I would do anything for you, but I really need you to just shut up for right now, okay?â Nodding slowly at your request, you carefully peeled your hand off of her mouth.Â
âAre you okay?â she asked instead, much calmer than before. âYou seem a little off.âÂ
Sighing, you decided it would just be better if you showed her the texts.Â
Douchebag: hey ______, is this ur number? [ 2:22 p.m.]Â
Douchebag: i got a new phone thatâs y [ 2:23 p.m.]
                                             You: yea [ 2:29 p.m.]Â
Douchebag: howâve you been [ 2:35 p.m.]Â
                                       You: good, you? [ 2:42 p.m.]Â
Douchebag: {download image.jpeg} [ 2:44 p.m.]
Douchebag: I wanted to snap u this cuz I was wearing the sweater you got me but I guess u donât have snap lol [ 2:45 p.m.]
                                  You: I deleted all of my apps                                         and never got back to                                             reinstalling them, sorry [ 2:50 p.m.]
Scrolling through the rest of the messages, Kat scoffed in disbelief. âI knew he was scum, but catching up after three years of nothing and acting like everything is peachy keen is a new level of assholery,â she rambled on.Â
You rolled your eyes, resting your elbow on the counter and palm cradling your temple. âWhat can I say. I definitely know how to pick them well.âÂ
âAnd the goddamn audacity of him to send a shirtless pic, masking it as a âthank-you for buying me that sweaterâ schtick?â she growled, fist clenching around nothing while picturing his face.
âAn absolute disgrace,â you tagged along.Â
âItâs not your fault, ______,â Kat soothed. âI wouldâve fallen for his mind games too if he charmed me like that.â She took a sip of her iced coffee and shook her head vigorously. âGod he makes me want to punch him in his stupid ugly face with that stupid dumb grin and those stupid poofy curls in his stupid misshaped headââ
âKat,â you warned again, begging her to calm down. Her vernacular wasnât the best, but damn was it amusing at times. âWe just texted back and forth to kill some time. It didnât mean anything and itâs not happening again.â It felt like you were trying to convince yourself more than her.Â
She studied your expression carefully before deciding what to say next. âIf he ever crosses the line again, call me.â Placing her hand over your free hand, she gave it a good squeeze. The edges of your lips curved into the tiniest smile and you instantly felt at ease.Â
âHave I ever told you how lucky and grateful I am to have met you?â you chuckled, ignoring the throbbing in your temple that started early in the morning.Â
Tossing her hair behind her shoulders like an actress from the Golden Age of Hollywood, her teeth glimmered like diamonds against the bright red lipstick she had on. âAs am I, my pumpkin patch sweet pea,â she beamed.
Covering your face to hide your painful grin, the door chimed, welcoming a customer. You fanned your face to calm down your rosy cheeks. âWelcome!â you greeted with your usual bright tone.Â
âDonât touch anything,â someone criticized, the quiet sound of a hand smacking skin resounding through the small shop.Â
âI didnât!â another voice, most likely the one who was scolded, replied in an irritated whisper.Â
Sitting up straight, you saw three young men standing right by where the glass terrarium displays were set up. Youâd recognize that toothy smile and round face anywhere.
âJungkook!â Finally getting out of your chair, you couldnât help but be excited to see his face again. Katâs eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she stared back and forth between you and the guys with a blatant, âare you kidding me, you met a cute guy and didnât bother mentioning it to meâ face.
Poking the shoulder of his friend who was scolded, Jungkook greeted you with his signature smile and energetic wave. â______! Namjoon, Jimin, this is ______.âÂ
The taller one shook your hand. âNice to meet you,â he spoke gently with a close-lipped smile and sensed a child-like wisdom from him that you couldnât exactly put your finger on. It didnât help that his horn-rimmed glasses made him look like a teacher and a student.Â
âJimin, wonderful to meet you.â The shorter-statured boy addressed you with a nearly angelic tone, voice softer than what youâd imagine clouds to feel like between your fingertips. His silver-dyed hair added to his overall ethereal aura.
Still sat at the counter, a starstruck Kat greeted the three with more confidence and gusto than you could ever muster. âHonored to meet you, Iâm Kathryn but please call me Kat.â She strummed her fingers in the air as if she were plucking a harp. Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon grinned, already sensing the quirky nature of her personality. Yup, Katâs so-called âKat-Attackâ was definitely contagious.Â
If you had a dollar for every time you blushed because of Jungkook and/or his friends, youâd have enough money to buy your own greenhouseâand live in said greenhouse. It wasnât until Kat forcefully coughed up her left lung out that you registered how long you had been shaking Jiminâs hand. Pulling away abruptly, you let out an awkward chuckle. This was totally not weird at allâjust three attractive, charming, attractive young men who waltzed into your shop on an ordinarily quiet day. Nothing weird. God, you were making it so weirdâ
âIâm gonna go get some coffee, do you guys want anything?â Kat asked out of the blue. If she was going to do what you think she was about to do...
âNo, thatâs alright,â Jimin turned down kindly. âWe stopped by a cafĂ© on the way here, but thank you for offering.âÂ
âNo problem at all!â Kat smirked just the slightest bit while saying this as if sheâd gotten away with a bank heist. âIâll see you after work, ______!â As she was walking outside, you saw her shoot you a mischievous wink through the glass before running off.Â
âSo,â you started, trying your best to carry on the conversation as if you werenât the most socially awkward human in the world. âWhat brings you and your friends in today?âÂ
Jungkook, still as shy as ever, ruffled his hair lightly out of habit. âWell, you see, me Taehyung, and another friend of ours moved into an apartment a while back, and it still doesnât feel...â he paused, trying to think of the right word. ââhomey enough.âÂ
While listening to Jungkook, Jimin and Namjoon were exploring the shop, taking in everything they could with their eyes, smelling what they could with their nose, and feeling every leaf and petal with their fingertips.Â
âWeâre not the roommates,â Namjoon joked. âHe dumped us âa while back.ââ He acted out air quotes around the last three words. You held back a snort.Â
âHe didnât dump us, Joon,â Jimin corrected. âHe found someone else who makes him happier.â Jimin pouted, raising the back of his hand to his forehead and sniffling like a kid.Â
Jungkook rolled his eyes and scoffed. âThese two goofballs are with my other friend,â he clarified. âTaehyung, Seokjin and I have a pretty hectic schedule because of, you know...â Jungkookâs face was dusted with a shade of pink, clearly still too bashful to admit that he was a model.Â
âI understand,â you nodded, still biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling too much. âSo you, Taehyung, and Seokjin share an apartment while Jimin, Namjoon, andâ?â Trailing the sentence off with a higher pitched voice, Jimin got the message.Â
âHoseok,â he finished for you. âHeâs an even bigger dolt than me and Joon combined, trust me.â The image he painted made you giggle.
Eventually, you arrived at the best conclusion you could form with the information given. âRight, so the six of you are best friends and live in two apartments.âÂ
âIn theory, yes,â Namjoon established. âBut we also have Yoongi who lives by himself.âÂ
âHeâs the guy who Taehyung and I came in asking advice for?â Jungkook clarified, helping you recall back to the first time you met them.Â
You heard Jimin exhale deeply. âHeâs sort of like the dad of our group, if you know what I mean. Quiet, kind of emotionally detached but in reality just doesnât know how to express himselfâthat kind of thing.âÂ
âOh.â It slipped out by accident and sounded more melancholic than you thought. You tried coming up with something to neutralize your slip-up. âIâm really glad he has you guys as family.âÂ
Jimin and Jungkook gave you a heartfelt smileâthen there was a thud.Â
Turning around, Namjoon was hiding his face behind his hand while rubbing his temple. The grow light that was hanging still from the ceiling was now swinging back and forth like a pendulum.Â
You were wincing as if you felt his pain secondhand. âAre you okay?âÂ
He nodded too quickly as if trying to convince you that he was really okay. âFine. Good. Flower shop. Plants need light. Forgot about the dangling lights. A lot of them.â he sputtered like a morse code machine.Â
Turning back to Jungkook and Jimin, they too had their faces buried in their hands out of sheer embarrassment. Sometimes, people found it hard to believe that Namjoon was that clumsy in his actions, but even harder for Jungkook and Jimin to tell them that he was their senior.Â
âAnyway,â Jungkook coughed. âOur new place looks kind of uninviting and Jimin thought adding a couple of plants might make it more cozy.âÂ
Jimin had made his way to the syngoniums and rhaphidophoras. âWe have better luck with plants than Namjoon and Yoongi. They donât exactly have the greenest thumbs.âÂ
Chuckling, you directed their attention to the macrame the 6-inch pothos nâjoy that cascaded from the ceiling. Coincidentally, Namjoon was inspecting that exact one. Perfect. âActually, heâs a pretty forgiving little guy.â Stepping up the ladder and bringing him down, Jungkookâs eyes grew big and his hands flew out to hold the ladder steady. âThanks,â you blushed again. Â
Holding the plant up close now, you let them admire the creamy white variegation, watercolor patches of green, lighter patches of green, and the lush leaves. You also showed them the golden pothos, which was a more of a typical chlorophyll green, but it had beautiful yellow and white specks of variegation throughout the foliage.Â
âIâm assuming youâre all still beginners,â you inferred, to which they all nodded in agreement. âThese guys need lots of bright light, but donât press them up against a window or theyâll get sunburn,â continuing to explain.Â
âWater them every few weeks and wait until theyâre bone dry, then give them a good, thorough drench. Donât overwater them or theyâll hate you for it, trust me. They rarely ever need fertilizer, but Iâll give you guys some packets to last you a couple of months.âÂ
âCan we take them all home?â Jimin gawked, head tilted up towards the sky and staring at the ceiling that was ornate with vining, trailing, hanging, and branching foliage.Â
An amused laughter left your lips. âI wish you could, but the next time you come and visit Iâll let you take one of those home,â you promised. âIf you want another eye-candy foliage one, you could also take home a brasil.â Holding up the heart-leafed philodendron, the neon yellow stripes down the median of each leaf and clusters of light and dark green looked like they were hand-painted.
âOh me, me, me!â Jiminâs hand shot up in the air, flapping it back and forth vigorously.Â
âCould I take one of these too?â Namjoon inquired with a 6-inch pot in hand. âRhaphidâoff... feraâ?â he tried to sound out, earning another giggle from you.Â
âRhaphidophora tetrasperma but itâs more commonly known as a mini monstera,â you clarified. He formed his lips into an o shape, caressing the delicate split-leaved foliage. âI think youâd be more than able to take care of that one.â Jungkook coughed to hide his snort.Â
âWeâll make sure he doesnât drown it,â Jimin assured, throwing you a sly wink. Add another dollar to your bank account, would you?Â
âHello, last time I checked we came here to buy housewarming gifts for my house?â Jungkook reminded them in the form of a rhetorical question.Â
You patted him on the shoulder to wipe the pout off his face. âThereâs more than enough plant love to go around.âÂ
âWeâre gonna be here all day...â Jimin sighed in content, gently feeling the fuzzy leaves of some African violets. âSay sorry to my bank account for me, will you?âÂ
âI second that,â Namjoon added. âWhat on earth is this?â Holding up a 2-inch grow pot, you pursed your lips at his dumbfounded expression, eyebrows raised and wrinkled at the odd looking succulent.Â
âItâs a lithops.â His face contorted more at your reply âTheyâre also known as living stones. As they grow, they split in half and pop out little baby lithops.âÂ
Blinking to process what he had just heard, Jimin groaned and shielded his eyes. âDonât say it, Joon.â Looking closer at the plant Joon was holding, Jungkook parted his mouthâ
âIt looks like a lilâol buttcrack,â Namjoon pointed out bluntly. The three of you let out a synchronous sigh and buried your faces into your hands, but couldnât help and burst into laughter right after.Â
âWe are going to be here all day, arenât we,â Jungkook said muffled through his hands still covering his face.
After the last crappy 72 hours, you were more than grateful to have them keep you company for the day. "Iâm more than happy to make some new friends while doing my job.â The words flowed freely from your mind, excited to get to know them better.Â
After sending each of the guys home with enough plants they could manage to carry, you closed up the shop for the day. Kat texted you right after the guys left in a panic. She completely blanked about the gala she had to attend for her design and commerce class and was running to catch the metro. You could tell she was still adamant on wearing her fashionable but not functional cube-heeled oxfords, as her texts were a mixture of all-caps lock and garbled, choppy sentences.Â
As you made your way back to your apartment, you couldnât help but hear a jumble of voices arguing with each other in your head.
Text him back, he misses you.Â
Donât. Heâs just using you to get what he wants again. Heâll leave just like that last time. Remember last time? You donât want that to happen again do you?
Scum. Dirtbag. Trash. User.
What if he means it this time?Â
Asshole. Player. Heartbreaker.Â
Maybe heâs changed.Â
Donât do it. Put your phone down.
What if he actually misses me? What if itâs different this time? Just text him. Nothing bad will happen if you text him once.Â
Everything bad that can happen will happen, itâs only a matter ofâ
The slamming of your door seemed to silence the conflicting pieces of your collective conscience. Leaning against the door, you clicked your lock and pressed your hand against your chest, willing yourself to calm down.
You tossed your keys onto the counter and jumped into the shower as soon as you threw your clothes into the laundry basket. The steam engulfed your body with a pleasant heat, releasing the tension in your neck and shoulders that had built up from the sleepless nights in bed.Â
After spending a little less than an hour in your makeshift steam sauna, you remembered that you actually had utility bills to pay. You quickly got out of the shower and slipped on your usual attire of joggers and an old shirt. The place was chilly, so you slipped on a cardigan for good measure. With your hair wrapped in a towel, you searched through your fridge for something to eat.
âDamn.â The words left your lips before you could stop them.Â
Of course, it was pretty much empty. You were so caught up with spring orders for the past few weeks, you didnât get a chance to stop by the grocery store on your way home. Settling on half of a turkey sandwich leftover from yesterday, you were grateful you still had a few cans of soda left to compliment tonightâs gourmet feast.Â
You made yourself comfortable on your couch that was arranged right across your balcony. There was no use in having a TV if you couldnât afford to pay the electric bills, and you wanted to utilize the limited space of your studio to its fullest. The fizz of the soda nearly made you choke. It had been a hot minute since you had soda, relying purely on coffee for the past few years to give you that caffeine boost.Â
The sound of sirens wailing echoed throughout the city and pierced through the hum of traffic with ease. Leaning your head back into the dense cushion, you closed your eyes and listened; the relentless thumping of your upstairs neighbors, probably having another night of friends over; the faint shouts from the restaurant across the street that was overflowing with diners, typical of a Friday night; the gentle whisper of cold air that bled through the crack of your sliding balcony door. You needed to get that fixed ages ago.Â
The food wasnât going down well. It was that damn soda. Putting down the last few bits of the sandwich, you stood up and stepped outside onto your balcony. The lights flickered on and you admired the plant shelves youâd set up a few days after moving in. It was a teeny tiny space, but the luscious array of green, pinks, reds, white, and every color in between made it all the more bearable.Â
You propped your elbow up against the rail that guarded the edge and breathed in for four seconds, held it for five, and exhaled for six. It was working, right? Your hands came up to the sockets of your eyes, applying the slightest bit of pressure to them. There were days where you really wanted to sleep for days on end; a hibernation, if you will. Today was most definitely one of those days. There was one problemâhow were you supposed to fall asleep if you were too afraid to?
You were scared of seeing him in your dreams. Not even dreaming about him, noâthe fear of encountering him as a random stranger while you were on your way to the floral market or a jogger passing by on your stroll in the park. His face resurfaced in flashes The glimpses of your favorite memories together were now inescapable bursts composed of your worst nightmares.Â
You hated him. You loathed him with all of your heart, despised him with every fiber of your being and with every single living cell in your body. You wanted to forget about him; you wanted to forget he ever existed and that he ever met you. Every single moment you shared with him and every second you wasted pining over whether he loved you back; you wanted those years of your life back.Â
But you knew better than anyone that time was never forgiving, and you would never get to relive those years ever again.
The funny thingâactually the hilarious thingâwas that you hated yourself more than you hated him. You hated yourself for being the one who introduced yourself to him at that stupid party; you never should have gone to that stupid fucking party. You were such an idiot, what were you thinking?Â
All those days, months, and years you spent constantly hovering over your phone, begging and pleading for him to send you a text. Something, anything to acknowledge that he still knew your name and to give you the opportunity to manipulate it into meaningless signals, then use that to convince yourself that he actually did care about you.Â
You couldnât remember for the life of you how or why you started falling for him. You both agreed to it no-strings-attached. No cuddles, no aftercare, no dates, and definitely no kissing in front of other people or hugging each other. He said his reputation would be ruined if his friends found out about you two.Â
In love with the idea of being in love, you agreed without a second thought. No feelings, no crossing the line. Simple.Â
Until he started breaking the rules.Â
Heâd get jealous of you hanging out with other guys, blowing up your phone with questions and angry paragraphs along the lines of âYouâre not going to parties anymore unless itâs with meâ and âI canât believe you hung out with Aaron of all people. You know heâs a complete fuck up, right?âÂ
 Then he started caringâat least, acting like he did. Pretending. Faking. Lying. Masquerading. Call it whatever you will. He held you close to his chest after spending time with you in his bed, wrapping you under the covers to keep you warm. Youâll never forget the warmth of his chest as his heartbeat thumped against your ear. His fingers traced the outline of your face when he thought you were asleep, never knowing that you did everything in your power to hold back your smile. Then there were times when heâd leave you right after, making an excuse about a night out with his friends or a project due tomorrow. It was always due tomorrow. Other times he would go to the bathroom and then come back to throw you a towel.Â
âMy roommates will be here any minute. You should hurry up,â heâd warn.
Case and point, his games worked. After three years, you were head over heels for him. The memory of how it ended was blocked from your mind. Anytime you tried to remember that day, you always ran into a concrete wall. It was almost as if you built it to protect yourself from something, but what?Â
The only thing you could recall were the tears. Maybe they were his too, but you vividly remember yours. They flooded your vision with a cloudy film, overflowing in streams and trails down your face and even causing you to choke on them. And the screamingâgod, the screaming... More memories flooded in as your hands cupped your ears.
âIâm sorry, okay?! Iâm sorry that I want whatâs best for you and that you canât see how much I care. Iâm sorry for being so blind and seeing you for who I wanted you to be, that I couldnât see you for who you truly are! Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryââ
Shutting your eyes tightly, you felt a drop of wetness fall dribble down your cheek. You were crying again. A sniffle followed the scoff that came out of your mouth. What, three years have already passed since then? Three years and you were still crying over that asshole?Â
Wiping at your face with the rough fabric of your sleeve, you bit your lip to concentrate on something else. You stared at nothing to the point where everything looked blurry and your eyes stung. The temperature suddenly dropped, indicated by your shivering. You couldnât afford to get sick and hurried back inside.Â
Before you knew it, the clock had struck 11:00 p.m. and you were not the slightest bit sleepy. Sheltered in the safety of your own home, you had an idea that would not only get your mind out of the rut youâd fallen into, but also . Digging through scraps of loose paper, dry pens, and trash in general, you found your old earbuds. They worked perfectly fine, okay? Why fix something when itâs not broken?Â
Plugging them into your phone because yesâyou had a phone which was one of the dying species that still had a headphone jackâyou turned on your favorite playlist (appropriately titled stre$$ed) and commenced dancing in your room like someone from the 70âČs. The only thing missing was a pair of flare-cut jeans, a splotchy tie-dyed shirt, and a pair of Katâs over-the-top disco boots.
Even though your neighbors were assholes about keeping it down after lights out, you chose to be the bigger person and take their residence into consideration. Mouthing the words silently and jumping as softly as you could, your damp hair stuck to the edges of your face and flung around, hitting your cheek a couple of times. Truth be told, you were far past the point of caring.Â
Each time your foot came thumped against the plush carpet was an invigorating strike; every head bob was a liberating release; each labored breath and winded puff felt like the exact opposite, a breath of fresh air.
An escape.Â
You flopped onto the bed with a heavy exhale, trying to catch your breath. Panting, your face felt hot and every part of your lungs burned like you were being roasted alive on a bonfire. The back of your hand felt cool against your forehead and your eyes began drooping at the soothing touch. Before you could pull the covers up, darkness engulfed your senses and you were out like a light.Â
Yoongi couldnât sleep. He had counted backwards from one hundred, two hundred, five hundred, and maybe a thousand. He tried listening to a random playlist full of rain sounds, alpha waves, crickets, and a fireplace crackling. All that came from that was an unnecessary number of bathroom trips, ear scratching, skin itching, and throwing off the covers from the heat he was imagining. Â
Sitting up in annoyance, Yoongi sat on the edge of his bed with his forehead resting on his hand, elbow propped up on his elbow. He couldnât stop thinking. Thinking about his job, the deadlines he had to meet, the songs he had to make, lyrics that still needed to be written, phone calls and emails he needed to send outâhe was supposed to call his mom during lunch.Â
âFuck,â he swore, rubbing his eyes again. Looking at his alarm clock, the time 12:12 a.m. was outlined in blue. He initially settled on the traditional red one while at the store, but Hoseok convinced him to opt for a more âpeppy color.â Yoongiâs lips curved into a soft grin at the memory. Within seconds, his eyebrows knitted together into a frown and his eyes flickered, the subtle expression he bore moments ago now a stone cold gaze.Â
No matter how hard he tried and how badly he wished and prayed, he couldnât compel himself to cry. Despite his adamant concentration and determination, he didnât shed a tear. Not being able to force it out without knowing what it was, proved to be absolutely suffocating.Â
He tried focusing on something else. The lights, the city, the soundsâhe needed to focus on something else. Gazing through the window heâd familiarized himself with, Yoongi took in the view. From his room, he was able to see a picturesque layout of where the biggest main streets of the city intersected. Through the fog, he could also make out the faint edges of the longest footbridge that ran across the skyline. Looking down, the warm glow of street lamps and building lights twinkled through the dark night like man-made stars.Â
Lifting his head up to the apartment complex directly across from his, there were still a couple of lights on here and there. Yoongi felt validated in the sense that he wasnât the only one who had sleepless nights. One by one, they started to fade, each apartment light turning off as someoneâs hand flicked a lever and went to sleep. It was strangely relaxing to watch. After about twenty minutes of staring intently at every person tune out for the night, he narrowed his eyes at one that remained.Â
Directly across from his apartment was the faint yellow glow of someoneâs balcony light. He imagined the wonderful warmth radiating from it, closing his eyes to immerse himself in the imagination. Looking closer, Yoongi saw the shadow of a woman leaning on the railing. She was shivering.Â
Bringing her hand up, she wiped at her face and started laughingâcrying? He couldnât see in the dark all that well. Trying to get a closer look, he forgot about the glass that separated him from the outside world and face planted the pane. Wincing in pain, he wrinkled his nose and inhaled sharply through his two front teeth.Â
He shook it off and centered his vision back to the balcony opposite to his room, remembering to open the window this time. Cold air bit at his cheeks but he ignored it, determined to find what he had witnessed seconds ago. The girl was still leaning on the rail and was staring at seemingly nothing. Her shoulders hiccuped up every few seconds and hands came up to wipe her face again.Â
Definitely crying.Â
Yoongi was awestruck. How good did it feel to finally get it out? Was it worth it? Did it feel like you could breathe again? Yoongi soon realized that he was jealousâno, he envied her ability to weep; her ability to shed real, painful, cathartic tears.Â
He envied the one thing he couldnât have and would never be able to get.Â
Following your movement back inside, he shouldâve gone back to bed himself, but for some reason, he just couldnât. His gut told him not to, but then again, that way of decision-making was a 50/50 bet.Â
Whether it happened in the blink of an eye or this was all some sleep-deprived dream, she ended up going from crying her eyes out to dancing her heart out? She reminded Yoongi of Seokjinâs drunk dancing; good but not good, sane but not entirely, and so rhythmic yet incredibly off beat. Her vibrancy was contagious and made Yoongi smile a real smile for the first time in a while. If you told him that she had bawled herself delirious two minutes ago, he would have snorted. It looked as if she didnât have a single worry or care in the world....
He felt like a creep. He shouldnât be up, period. He should be sleeping, not spying on his neighbors. Worse, they werenât even neighbors, had never met before, nor did they even come a foot close and live in the same building.Â
Hell, that made it so much freaking worse.Â
He sighed at how pathetic he felt. Was he that desperate for something he didnât even know? Yoongi decided to call it a night. Crawling into his covers, they never seemed to keep him warm, no matter how tightly he wrapped himself in them. It was either searing hot discomfort paired with cold sweat or ice cold feet and teeth chattering.Â
That night by whatever random laws of the universe he slept soundly. Not once did he shoot open his eyes from nightmares or stir in his sleep out of discomfort. Maybe it was from witnessing someoneâs emotional outpours and experiencing them vicariously through his own means, or maybe it was the satisfaction of selecting all of his unread emails and archiving them until tomorrow, one thing was for sureâYoongi had accomplished his goal of sleeping through an entire night; something he hadnât done for years now...Â
Iâll get out of it.
âI never thought Iâd ever say this,â you started, trying to close your agape mouth. âBut I think you guys might have one too many plants.â Looking at their coffee table, it was overflowing with the eight boxes youâd delivered this morning. Yes, there were eight boxes full of plants delivered to a single apartment. Marco would have the time of his life restocking for next week. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jimin helped you carry up the boxes and were all staring at the ground sheepishly, their hands clasped behind their backs like children who were caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.Â
You offered to deliver the boxes to their places separately, seeing as they had different spaces and floor plans, but that cheeky bugger Taehyung convinced you to rendezvous at his place. Then you wouldnât have to go through the trouble of walking back and forth between the shop and their corresponding buildings, and the guys would get a chance to meet you.Â
Guilt gnawed at you for making them interrupt their daily schedules just to bring home some houseplants, but Jungkook insisted that they were all free for the next two weeks; spring break for Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, pre-season break and scheduling bookings for Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.Â
Meeting Seokjin for the first time and Taehyung for the second was a memorable experience, to put it lightly. You walked in on them running around half naked and throwing crumpled balls of clothes at each other. Turns out they had been arguing about whoâs turn it was to do the laundry and neither of them were having it. Long story short, you lived life by the rule that first impressions were a good indicator of someoneâs unfiltered, raw, underlying disposition, and in this case, it proved to be entirely true in the best way possible.Â
âWeâll share, we promise.â Jimin was the first to break the silence but still had trouble meeting your gaze.Â
Jungkook pointed an accusing finger at Seokjin and Taehyung, his turn to talk. âThey didnât believe us after they saw how many plants we came home with, so we figured weâd invite you over to meet them in person and see whether they convert or not.âÂ
âSafe to say that we are officially convinced,â Taehyung raised his hands in surrender, elbowing Seokjin to do the same.Â
Hiding your smile by pressing your lips together, a tingling sensation spread across your face at his odd choice of words. When you reminded them about their hectic schedules and voiced your concern about them being able to keep up with care, Seokjin revealed his contract agreement with Hoseok. âHe promised that heâd come by and water them whenever weâre out of town for longer than a week,â the eldest explained while biting back a smirk. âHe kind of owes me a lifelong debt...âÂ
Forcing out a tight-lipped sideways grin, Hoseok slung his arm over Jiminâs shoulder, bearing a smirk of his own. âDonât worry, Jimin here owes me a debt of his own.âÂ
A sly grin crept along Jiminâs face. "Considering that my lifelong debt doesnât have to do with the fact that you blââ Before he could finish, Seokjin and Hoseokâs hands flew up faster than lightning to cover the boyâs mouth. Taehyung nearly spit out his water and the others were near tears and clutching their abdomens, their mouths sealed tight and refusing to let out one of their pactâs biggest secrets. You admired how loyal and strong their bond was, a rare thing in this day and age.
Shaking your head to distract yourself from their incessant laughter, you pressed your hand over your forehead and widened your eyes in concentration. âWell, letâs get to organizing, shall we?âÂ
Unpacking the boxes one by one, each contained an array of species from pothos, philodendrons, syngoniums, hoyas, pileas, peperomias, baby rubber trees, rhaphidophoras, sansevierias, ZZ plants, money trees, and finally, two mature, green monsteras for each of them to keep in their living rooms. Not knowing what kind of lighting situation they had going on, you tried to limit your recommendations to medium-light tolerant plants. After they alerted you about their east and south-exposure windows, you were relieved in your selection.Â
âI call the big guy,â Jungkook cooed, picking up the staked rhaphidophora and clutching it to his chest and smirking coyly. âFor my room.âÂ
Seokjin whined loudly. âWe live in the same apartment!âÂ
Taehyung let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head. âYou see what I have to deal with every day?âÂ
Namjoon reached for the philodendron micans. âItâs like velvet!â he commented in awe as he felt the leaves. It was nicknamed the velvet-leaved philodendron after all, but his reaction made you feel fuzzy with plant love.Â
âWoah this looks like an alienâs flying saucer,â Hoseok noted. Picking up the pilea, it never struck you that the round, green disks did, in fact, look like flying saucers. Once everyone was satisfied with what they were taking home (it ended up taking a lot less time than you predicted), you went to work arranging them around the living room, bedroom, and kitchen, all while explaining to them the water and light requirements, periodic maintenance, and looking out for pests.
You urged Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok to go back to their place first, assuring that youâd meet them there. They said it was no bother and wanted to witness your working process. You were just doing your job, but seeing them fascinated by your passion and vigor was much more endearing than you thought it would be.
Just as you were hanging the macrame pot by their balcony, you heard the front door click open. Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon were holding the step ladder steady for you.Â
Since you were concentrating on getting the nail at the right angle, you paid no attention to it, assuming it was Hoseok or Jungkook going to recycle the used wrapping paper and packing materials.Â
âYoongi!â Jimin called out.
âGood to see you dude,â Taehyung beamed. âSorry, our hands are kind of full.â
âCouldâve given me a heads up that you had a guest over,â he grumbled, but you couldnât hear through the rustling of the leaves that smacked your face.Â
The sound of footsteps grew louder from afar, then paused when you felt a presence behind you. âJungkook,â you called out, turning your shoulder and looking down to where he was standing. âDo you mind grabbing the pliers fromââÂ
Hereâs the thing you never understood about step ladders. Standing on them is considered a safety hazard, yet itâs method of use and reason for existence is to be stood on. You wished you remembered this when you decided to turn around and look down at Jungkook, except, it wasnât Jungkook. It wasnât Hoseok either. Despite not wearing a mask or beanie, you instantly recognized that cold gaze, piercing through yours like daggers.Â
He was equally shocked and mirrored your exact reaction, eyes growing wide and mouth parting as if you were staring through double-sided plexiglass.Â
âYoongi, this is _____,â Jungkook introduced comfortably, conversation flowing freely from him. â______, this is Yoongi. The dad Jimin talked about.â While the boys broke into convulsions of laughter, you and Yoongi were still shellshocked. Of all the people that could be in this friend circle, it had to be the guy who crossed paths with you a few of times on the street? Â
You didnât register that youâd lost your footing from the ladder until the familiar weight of gravity tipped you over. The last thing you saw were multiple pairs of hands reaching out to try and catch you, but it was too lateâyour body collided into his before crashing onto the floor as one whole, the clear thud of wood against flesh echoing throughout the apartment.Â
Thatâs definitely one way to make a first impression.
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Brian May - A Nice Vacation
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe, kids)
A/N: 1.8k words | this is just a load of smut after some fluff and also the best wordplay in the title I could come up with - enjoy!
In all your twenty-five years of living you had never been outside of London. As a child your parents never had much money and once you had reached adulthood you had enrolled in university and all your money was needed to pay off the bills.Â
When you had first met Brian, back when he was still in Uni himself, the two of you used to spent ours planning out future vacations together. You really wanted to go to Spain or Italy or Greece - somewhere warmer than old rainy England. Brian fantasized about going to Arizona, California or Hawaii - home of three of Americaâs most famous observatories.Â
Once Queen had been formed and they started to gain more and more recognition your dreams were within reach, and when Brian came back from their famous tour in Japan all he could talk about was how he would take you there and show you everything heâd been fascinated by someday.Â
While traveling to Asia still seemed too far out for you Brian had given you something equally exciting for your anniversary that same year - two tickets to Nice, France. Ten days, warm weather, just you and him. You had jumped with joy when heâd given them to you and now, only one week later, you were sitting next to him on the small airplane in an equally excited manner.Â
You had never been on a plane before and Brian couldnât help but giggle at your childlike enthusiasm. When you pointed at all the houses and streets below you right after the start he listened to every bit of your rambling, when you felt the pressure in your ears built up he handed you a piece of gum and when nervousness overtook you right before the landing he held your hand tightly and pressed soft kisses to your knuckles.Â
Brian had taken care of everything: a driver to pick you up from the airport, a penthouse suite in a hotel right at the beach and a cooled bottle of champagne already in the middle of your room.
Once you had sat down your suitcases your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your body and engulfed you in a big hug.
âEverything to your liking, Ms Y/L/N?â, he whispered into your ear.
âItâs perfect, Briâ, you sighed, âabsolutely perfect, stunning, beautifulâŠthis room is justâ, you gestured around with the hand that wasnât holding his arm, âitâs the most amazing room Iâve ever been in. I love it!â
âIâm glad, love. I have to make sure your first vacation ever is going to be memorable, you know.â
âItâs already memorable because I am spending it with you, Brian. I donât want you to think you have to spend a huge amount on me - this vacation would be memorable even if we were in a dump below a bridge somewhere in the middle of nowhere. All that matters is that weâre taking it together, alright?â
âAlright, alrightâ, he smirked, âbut youâre still the love of my life, and thatâs why I am going to spoil you whether you like it or not.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and tried to seem annoyed, but on the inside your heart was swelling at his words. The love of his life, you repeated to yourself.Â
That evening he took you to a beautiful small restaurant where you sat outside enjoying the quiet evening atmosphere. Your hands were constantly locked over the candlelit table and you lost yourself in his deep brown eyes ever so often. His curls illuminated his face like a brown halo, his smile prominent on his face when he told you what he had planned for the next nine days. As hard as you tried you werenât really able to listen, all your thoughts lost in the sensation of feeling this new kind of freedom for the first time.Â
Once you had finished your dinner the two of you decided to take a walk along the beach. The sand was warm under the soles of your bare feet and the sensation more than welcome. Even though you had been to the sea before the water in Nice felt a thousand times better than the one back in Britain had and therefore you didnât even feel a single ounce of regret when you bent down to splash a load onto Brian. He jumped slightly and simply looked at you for a few seconds before springing into action, copying your movements and splashing wave after wave onto you. After only a few minutes of running around in the ocean and playing around like children you were both completely soaked, and you finally held your hands up in mock surrender.
âThatâs it, Bri. I give up, you win. But can I just sayâŠâ, small bits of laughter started escaping your mouth, âyour hairâŠlooks absolutelyâŠwild right nowâŠand I donât mean the rockstar kind.â
By now you were full on laughing in the middle of the beach, hands propped on your upper thighs and shoulders shaking. His hair was completely wet, his curls no longer standing up into different directions but rather hanging down straight. It was weird seeing him like this - but god it was also hilarious.Â
âOh, so you think thatâs funny?â, he asked, one eyebrow raised, âI can show you something thatâs even funnier!â, with a few quick strides he was standing right in front of you, lifting you up and pretending he was going to go drop you into the sea.Â
You let out a loud shriek and began to flail your arms, still laughing madly. Brian was now laughing too, and when he couldnât hold you up any longer he let you down again. As soon as your feet touched the ground you wrapped your arms around his neck at stepped onto your toes to kiss him. Feeling his lips on yours sent a spark through your body and suddenly a strong urge overwhelmed you.Â
âBri?â
âHm?â, he mumbled, eyes still closed from the kiss.
âLetâs go back to the hotel, alright?â, you suggested, looking him deeply into the eyes and hoping he would get the hint.Â
âY-Yeahâ, he panted, âletâs go.â
You had never seen him walk so quickly and it amused you to no end.Â
Once you had finally reached your room he pulled off his already unbuttoned shirt while you made sure to lock the door. He pressed you against the hard wood as soon as you turned around and steadied you with his hands underneath your ass. You moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair, which had begun to dry already. He started pulling your light summer dress over your head, leaving you in only a bra and panties, and started sucking bruises to your neck. God, how you loved this man.Â
Your mouth dropped open when you felt his semi poke into your center, both of you clearly searching each otherâs friction.Â
âBed?â, he husked.
âBed!â, you nodded.
He carried you over and laid you down carefully, propping himself up on his arms. You let your hands roam over his upper body, feeling the shivers spread over his chest. When you reached his trousers you unzipped them and with a little help from your boyfriend they were soon discarded to the floor. His bulge was prominent through his boxer briefs and you ran your hand over it teasingly.
âY/Nâ, he moaned, âno teasing, please love. I-I just need you right nowâŠâ
âI need you too, Brianâ, you whispered back and pulled the briefs down.Â
His erection sprung free and you wrapped one of your hands around it immediately, stroking it firmly. He involuntarily bucked his hips forward at the contact and you took that as an invitation to get rid of your last piece of clothing as well. Now both completely naked you were buzzing with anticipation, his fingers gently wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking on the other lightly. You were already more than ready and you could see that he was too, so instead of wasting any more time you turned him around so that you were on top of him. Surprise was evident on his face when you lowered yourself without another word. He started to groan as soon as his tip entered you and didnât stop until you were fully seated. His length filled you completely - the sensation of your wet heat completely engulfing him drove him mad as well and he leaned his head back in pleasure.Â
When you started moving you made sure the rhythm was pleasant for both of you, this position wasnât unfamiliar but you also didnât do it often. Now that you thought about it, why the hell didnât you do this more often? His fingers reached up to toy with your clit at the same time you found the perfect angle at which he hit your g-spot. You practically screamed his name and white spots blurred your vision - you were almost there already. One of your hands found its way to his chest and you nudged him to open his eyes, still swirling your hips.
âAre you close, Bri?â, you whimpered, desperate for your release.
âYes, yes so close. So fucking close, Y/N!â
Brian was no man who swore often, but when he did it turned you on immensely. As soon as you had heard the word you clenched your inner walls, which prompted him to thrust into you even harder. After he bottomed out one more time you couldnât keep it anymore - you let your orgasm take control.Â
Waves of ecstasy flooded over you, the inner movements of your release pushing him over the edge as well. You felt him spill inside of you, rope after rope of semen shooting out. The sensation was so intimate that it wouldâve made you cry from happiness if you werenât so busy screaming out your loverâs name and scratching nail marks onto his torso. He shouted your name too, and his hands clutched onto your hips so tightly you were sure they would leave bruises. Not that you were complaining of course, you loved having his marks all over your body.Â
When you couldnât hold yourself upright anymore you let yourself fall onto his chest, positively exhausted. He pulled out of you and you could feel his cum dripping down your thighs, but you couldnât be bothered to wipe it away right now. You laid your head onto his chest and felt it rise and sink with his soft breathing.Â
âAre you alright, love?â, he breathed out, sounding just as spent as you felt.
âI amâ, you whispered while pressing soft pecks to his sweaty skin.
âLet me get you a wipeâ, he motioned to stand up but you held him down firmly and pulled the blanket over the two of you instead.Â
âNoâŠI like itâ, you admitted, âmakes me feelâŠclaimed. By you.â
Goosebumps rose on his skin at the thought and he happily accepted your answer.Â
âI love you more than everyone else, you know that?â
âI do. And I love you just as much.â
âGet some sleep, loveâ, he grinned tiredly, âyou have a long day ahead of you tomorrowâŠâ
You happily complied.Â
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Armani Residence â Dans le quartier calme et paisible de Sunny Isles
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Afin dâasseoir son image de luxe dans le secteur immobilier, la cĂ©lĂšbre marque de prĂȘt-Ă -porter italienne Fendi sâest associĂ©e Ă ChĂąteau Group, spĂ©cialiste des condominiums, pour donner vie Ă un superbe projet au bord de lâocĂ©an et dans le quartier Ă©lĂ©gant de Bal Harbour/Surfside. A quelques pas de Bal Harbour Shops, lâun des centre commerciaux de luxe le plus cĂ©lĂšbre des Etats-Unis, Fendi Chateau comprendra 58 rĂ©sidences (appartements et penthouses) dâune superficie de 91 Ă 198 m2.
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