#You know I've never forgotten about this show for a single day even after it ended

[writtenwhalien]

jump then fall (into you) | part 1

banner by the talented @jimilter​ 💖

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

genre ↠ cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut

word count ↠ 52k (split into 3 parts | pt 1. 24k)

18+ | warnings ↠ swearing, drinking, sexual content: foreplay, oral m. and f., nipple play, protected sex etc.

summary ↠ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

note. i'm backkkkk...?! with a disclaimer too:

I’ve been writing this on and off for pretty much two years so 1. it's not proofread bc i have not got the attention span to do that for 50k+ and I never got to read over what I previously wrote before working on it again so it might be a bit mismatched…?  2. I can’t say I’m hugely happy with this fic because it wasn’t a continuous workflow, it just doesn’t match the standards I have for myself but i tried and I’ll do better for the next ones which I’m excited about ;)

please interact and tell me how you find it! <3 it's been forever and i've missed you all 🥺

due to tumblr text post limitations, I’ve had to publish in three parts — links for part 2 + 3 can be found at the end.

 ↠ a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon 🌊🥰 two years late but I made it :’)

part 1

“Gosh, Y/N, it’s a three week trip, you’re not going for a year!” 

The frustration in Jungkook’s voice has you whipping around, a pair of Valentino’s in one hand, Manolo’s in the other. “It’s Alex’s wedding cruise, Jungkook. Everyone and their parents are going to be there, mine included!” 

“Not mine!” he huffs, putting the last of your swimsuits into the suitcase open in front of him. You don’t blame him for being so frustrated, after all, he has been folding your clothes for the last hour while his single suitcase sits ready to go downstairs in the foyer. 

“Actually in case you’ve forgotten,” you start, stepping carefully through the piles of clothes in your massive closet to go towards him, “my mom has fed and even bathed you once after that time you wet yourself, so technically she’s as good as yours too.”

“That was one time, and I barely even remember it so it doesn’t count.”

“I do,” you smile, coming to stop in front of him. 

He sighs, looking down at the stilettos you’re holding. “We’ve been packing for hours already, you should’ve done this nights ago if it was gonna take this long.”

Now it’s you who’s sighing. “It’s been an hour not hours, besides we’re almost done now.”

Jungkook arches his brow, folding his arms in front of him. “Then what’re all your clothes doing on the floor?”

“They just need to go in one of the suitcases,” you smile. “See, we’re almost done.”

Unconvinced, Jungkook looks around at the mess but eventually nods. “Fine, but you can finish yourself, I’m going to eat—“

“No, wait, you can’t leave me!” you exclaim, reaching for Jungkook as your eyes go wide as a doe.

Telltale traces of a smile on Jungkook’s features let you know he was expecting this. He looks down at you, a loose curl hanging over his forehead. There was once a time when you were the taller one, but that only lasted a few years before Jungkook got in a good few inches between you. 

Both of you were just turning six when you first met although it always felt like Jungkook was a little younger to you in the first few years of your friendship, probably because of his naturally introverted nature which he more often steps out of when he feels comfortable to do so. But back then, he was just a wide eyed six year old who hid behind his mother as she came to work on her first day at the estate you call home. 

Knowing Jungkook was the same age as you and from a single parent household, your mom suggested that he could stay with you instead of his mom needing to hire someone to look after him while she worked. That was probably one of the best things that ever happened to the both of you. Jungkook became a better friend to you than many of those at your private school full of elementary school kids who wished they were ten years older than they were, and as the years went on there was nothing you didn’t do together. 

Naturally, your family got to know Jungkook well and being the little smartass he’s always been, Jungkook impressed your father so much that he helped him to apply for a scholarship position as you moved into high school. Of course Jungkook got in, and though it was only a partial scholarship, your father insisted on paying the rest of his fees which his mother found hard to accept but Jungkook promised your father to pay him back in the future. Fast forward a little more than a decade and Jungkook has paid back all of the fees thanks to being CEO of an affluent software company developed from his love of gaming. 

He struggles to fight his smile and you can see he’s contemplating going down or not, having to choose between food or you.  “What do you even need me for?” he asks, taking the smallest step closer, so small you don’t even notice. 

“Fashion advice?” you shrug, keeping an iron-like grip on his arms. 

He narrows his eyes. “You told me my fashion style is shit.”

“Was,” you correct, sliding your hands up his arms and down his chest with a satisfied smile. “Now is different though, I’ve rubbed off on you.” You glance down at his figure too, checking out his outfit. 

Jungkook chuckles as he follows your gaze. “Why would you need my help when you have yourself then, hm?”

Pouting at him, your arms slip around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. “You’re Mr Muscle, who else is gonna help me carry all this stuff?”

He pouts back sarcastically. “Is princess gonna break a heel if she carries her own suitcase?”

As you shrug, your brows remain furrowed. “Maybe, or a nail,” you say, letting one hand off his waist to show off a fresh manicure. As you wiggle your fingers ahead of him, he breaks into a smile. 

“You know you have a bunch of dudes in suits downstairs, just waiting to help you with this stuff. I’m pretty sure it’s their job.” 

“Yes, but they don’t give me fashion advice like you do,” you respond with a cheeky wink.

Jungkook takes the heels you’re holding off of you. “Here’s some advice — pack light.” He throws the heels behind him somewhere in your closet, earning a frown from you as your eyes follow where they land in the middle of your blown out closet. 

“Fine,” you sigh, looking back up at him. “I’ll lose the heels if you promise you’ll stay with me now.”

As a small smile grows on his lips, Jungkook’s arms find their way around your waist too. “Only if you promise you’ll make me a sandwich before we go?” His smile grows knowingly as he gives in to your charm — you’ve always found it’s easy to encourage Jungkook to go along with whatever you want, he just can’t seem to say no to you. 

“PB and J?” you ask with a smile that matches his.

He nods once, eyes shimmering as he still gazes at you. 

“Of all the foods you could ask for, it’s always PB and J,” you laugh.

He shrugs, letting go as you move to finish packing. “There’s nothing else I want.”

Arching a brow, you throw a few pairs of linen pants towards one of the suitcases in your closet. “We literally have a live-in chef, you know, Frederico, the guy you have a secret handshake with?”

“Yes, what of him?” Jungkook says huffing. 

“And you still want PB and J when he can make you anything?”

Jungkook steps towards your suitcase and picks up a pair of pants to roll. “I know that, but I just need some food in me and quick, so the simple option is best.”

Stepping forward, you take the pants off of him and roll them yourself. “If you would be patient enough to wait a few more minutes then you could have a sandwich that’ll fill you up for longer than half an hour.”

“And if you didn’t have more clothes than half the country combined then we would probably already be on our way to the airport,” Jungkook responds sassily, cocking his head.

“Don’t get smart with me or I won’t make your sandwich,” you sass back.

“I’ll just ask Freddie to make it for me and you don’t get Mr Muscle.”

Grumbling, you shove the rolled pants back into his hands as he laughs, taking them to place in one of the open suitcases. Not long after, all of your suitcases are packed and in the car, ready to go. 

The drive to the airport takes a little under an hour and upon arriving, the car takes you straight to the jet. Apparently you did take a little too long packing as your mom so pointedly lets you know after arriving, but luckily for you there’s a few others missing from the families you’re taking the jet with. With time to kill, Jungkook and you have a few idle chats with the others, most of whom you went to school with so the conversation comes easily but eventually you settle into the seats opposite your parents. 

“How was your drive here, darling?” your mom asks while closing her bag after a little skin TLC. 

“It was fine,” you answer, pulling out your own bag full of the skincare you deemed necessary to carry for the plane trip. 

“And how did you find it, Jungkook?” 

Jungkook shrugs. “It was good.”

“Lovely,” she smiles. “It’s going to be a wonderful trip.”

From beside her, your dad sighs, putting away his tablet. “Do we know how long the flight is to Marbella?”

“Oh, honey,” your mom frowns disapprovingly. “Don’t be such a grumpy lump before we’re even in the air.”

Jokingly, your father looks at Jungkook and you, and then gives your mom a side eye. “I just had a few important meetings that Chris accidentally scheduled for today so I’m wondering if I could still make them online.”

Dismissively, your mom waves her hand. “No work talk, we’re here to enjoy ourselves.”

“Alright, you’re right,” your dad concedes. “Maybe to start we could get a few drinks then, eh?” He raises his brow at Jungkook who approves with a big smile and both of them flag down a flight attendant. 

Once there’s a drink in everyone’s hand, your parents settle into conversation with Jungkook and you. 

“So are you excited to see Alex, Y/N?” your father asks. 

“Absolutely,” you smile. “Though I think I’m more excited to see Sophia and Alias, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to spend time with them.”

“Oh, Jungkook, you must be excited to see Sophia too,” your mom says with a bit of a cheeky smile.

Jungkook chuckles nervously, glancing at you though you’re sporting the same smile as your mother. “I mean, yeah, we’re good friends.”

“Well if you weren’t, things would be pretty awkward,” your dad laughs before helping himself to some food he ordered with the drinks. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook mutters, managing a small laugh.

“Oh come on, guys,” you laugh, nudging him. “She’s happy you’re coming too.”

He nods appreciatively before taking a sip of his drink. “It’s her parents I’m more worried about.”

At this, your mom laughs too. “Oh, Leon and Helena love you really, dear, it’s all just for a laugh.” She leans forwards and squeezes his hand with her usual tender smile. “Though if it really bothers you, we could have a word with them, without letting on it’s coming from you of course.”

Smiling, Jungkook shakes his head. “Thanks, that’s really sweet of you but it’s alright, I can take the daggers I get from them,” he chuckles. “After all, what I did was pretty awful.”

“You were sixteen,” you say, patting on the last of your moisturiser. 

He shrugs. “I know, but she’s their little princess.” He looks across at you and then glances at your parents. “It’s like someone doing that to you, your parents would be mad.” 

At that, your father hums in agreement.

“Heck, I’d be mad,” Jungkook adds. 

Looking at him, he shrugs again and smiles. Before you can say anything, he carries on. “Sixteen or not, I literally left Sophia on one of the most important nights of her life.”

“Yeah, it was pretty awful at the time,” you sigh, remembering the night as clear as day.

Almost ten years ago now, the night of both yours and Sophia’s entry into society, the debutante ball. For you, the night was a bit of a blur with it being the first night Alex and you made things official in your relationship, sealing it with a first kiss and many more that evening. It was a magical and whimsical night, and although Alex and you didn’t last, your love for each other still remains as best friends and you couldn’t be happier for him getting married to his dream girl now. 

For Sophia, the night went a little differently... She'd had a crush on Jungkook for a while since, being Alex’s younger sister, she’d seen him often with you. After he found out, he asked her to be her escort to the ball. She of course said yes and everything seemed to be going perfectly until the moment Jungkook was supposed to escort her down the stairs but he had completely disappeared. Sophia was left all alone and completely embarrassed, even after Alias, the ever caring older brother, stepped in and acted as her escort. Jungkook still hasn’t told you the reason he left so abruptly that night. All you remember is not being able to reach him the whole weekend, even when you tried going to his house he was never home. When you finally saw him, he told you he didn’t want to talk about it so you didn’t. 

Of course, everyone else forgot about the incident and even Sophia forgave him after he apologised profusely and endlessly, but Mr and Mrs Cirillo were less forgiving for a while, but after many years it’s just become a joke between them. The fact that he’s invited on the cruise just shows it’s all in the past now. 

However that doesn’t mean Mr and Mrs Cirillo ever pass up an opportunity to remind him of the past… 

“It’s lovely to see you, Y/N, dear,” Mrs Cirillo says, bringing you in for a hug. 

Mr Cirillo stands behind her, taking your hand as soon as his wife lets go. “How was the flight here?”

“It was good, I slept for most of it really.” Stepping away, you turn to look at Jungkook as he approaches them with a meek smile.

Mrs Cirillo smiles back, her words carrying a playful lilt. “There he is, the heartbreaker.”

Jungkook lowers his head at that and you can see his nose scrunching a little. “That’s me, unfortunately,” he says, stepping into Mrs Cirillo’s arms for a brief hug. 

When he takes Mr Cirillo’s hand to shake, the older man shows the same playfulness as his wife. “Nice to see you again, Jungkook. My favourite and least favourite man on board.” 

Jungkook chuckles and Mr Cirillo pulls him in for a hug. “Stay out of trouble, yes?” 

“Of course,” Jungkook smiles, stepping away to stand next to you as your parents walk out onto the main deck.

Their eyes light up as the old friends all greet each other and you take Jungkook’s hand and slip away together before you get roped into a conversation. 

“You alright?” you ask casually as you scan the people all on the deck.

“Good, thanks,” he responds with a gentle squeeze of your hand. He knows that you know how he finds it a little tedious sometimes every time Sophia’s parents mention the past, but he knows he messed up so he doesn’t ever complain about it. In a way, it annoys you when the Cirillo’s always mention it but you know it’s not your place to say anything, especially if Jungkook hasn’t said anything. 

Looking around, you take in many of the familiar faces while scanning the crowds for Alex or one of his siblings. There’s no unfamiliar faces on this part of the deck, and seeing all the waiters walking around offering canapés and drinks, you realise the Cirillo’s must’ve rented out this part of the deck. The excited buzz amongst everyone extends to you as you turn to look out past the balcony towards the sea, stepping towards it and taking Jungkook with you. 

Taking a deep breath of the fresh sea, enjoying the warmth glowing from the sun as a steady breeze blows. Exhaling, you turn around to Jungkook beaming. 

It seems like he was already watching you, waiting as though he knows you’re gonna say something now. Seeing you smile, his corner of his lips turn too. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Very,” you nod, turning around to look out again, lowering the sunglasses from your head to stop from squinting. 

“Y/N!” A familiar voice calls your name and you turn around, breaking into the biggest smile when you see Alex approaching, his arms outstretched. “Jungkook!” 

You meet him halfway, excitedly skipping into his hug. He hugs you tight, releasing a sigh as he lets go and hugs Jungkook. “Gosh, it’s been so bloody long, I’ve missed you guys.” 

“Missed you more, buddy,” Jungkook smiles, patting Alex’s back before he lets go. “Congrats on the wedding too, we’re well excited to be here for you.”

Alex laughs, flashing his perfect pearly smile. “Honestly, I’m happier to have you guys here. Half of the people here haven’t even spoken to me in years.” He glances around before adding, “you know how it is.” 

“Mhm,” you nod, squeezing his arm. “You’ve got us though, we’re here for you every step of the way.” 

“Thanks,” he responds, taking two drinks from a passing waiter to give to you both. “You were allowed plus ones though, when do I get to meet them?” He looks across at both of you expectantly, though you see a subtle raise of his brow matched with a small smile that seems to hint he already knows the answer.

“Well, we didn’t really get the chance to ask anyone,” Jungkook answers, looking sideways at you. “So we just thought we’d come with each other.”

“Ah.” The smile on Alex’s lips grows. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you know how busy we’ve both been,” you say, shrugging lightly before taking a long sip of your drink.

“Hm, that’s it,” Alex says quietly. 

“BOO!” Large hands tap your shoulders before the man himself jumps in front of you. 

“Alias,” you squeal excitedly, returning the hug he’s already given you. Slightly more wild albeit still as focused as his younger brother, Alias is the eldest of the Cirillo siblings and has become more of an older brother to you over the years.

“You look like you’ve grown,” he says, moving back and beaming as he pulls Jungkook in for a hug. “Both of you.”

“We literally saw you like a month ago,” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Really?” Alias raises his brows in surprise. “Damn, you kids grow fast.” 

“I could say the same thing about that moustache of yours,” you say. 

He smiles smugly. “Looks good right?”

Shrugging, you lean against the balcony. “I think you looked better without it.”

Alias frowns, hand coming up to stroke his moustache subconsciously. “Really?” he asks, looking at you in time to see you raising your glass to your lips to hide your smile. 

“I knew you liked it,” he laughs. “Apparently a lot of people do.”

“Ah, Alias, no one wants to know,” Alex grimaces at his older brother.

Before Alias can defend himself, Jungkook says, “I do.” Alex and you both look at him and he shrugs. “Might grow mine out.”

Alias laughs, throwing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “C’mon buddy, I’ll tell you all about it.”

As Alias pulls him away, Alex steps to stand next to you and both of you watch them walk away with Alias talking in a hushed tone as though no one else can find out. 

As you watch them walk away with a fond smile on your face, Alex turns to you.  “So, how have you been?”

Still absentmindedly watching Jungkook and Alias, you hum. “Great.”

“How’s work?”

“Mm, I actually just secured a deal with Park Motors last week.”

Glancing at Alex, you see his brows raise. “Impressive.”

“Yeah, it was a pretty big win for the company and dad was proud of me.” 

Alex smiles. “And were you proud of yourself?”

As Jungkook’s head disappears from the crowd, you turn to face Alex too, taking another sip of your drink. “I know people think I’m just riding off my parent’s success, which yeah, it’s true for the most part, but after doing this all myself I was pretty proud.”

“Good,” he grins. “You should be. You may be one of the most princess-ed girls I know,” he adds with a teasing lilt, “but you’re also one of the most hard working.”

Laughing, you nudge him lightly. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” He leans against the balcony too, pulling down his shades as he turns towards the sea where the sun shines down on the horizon. “What about things with Jungkook?”

Shrugging, you take a small sip. “He’s good.”

Alex glances at you from the corner of his eye with the curve of his lips growing. “Hm, anything else?”

Levelling his face, you break into a smile. “Oh, Alex, you’re never gonna let this go are you?”

He smiles, shaking his head. “Not as long as I see it’s there.” 

Straightening your expression a little, you tilt your head. “But there’s nothing there.”

“Y/N, there’s everything there,” he says, matching your tone. 

“Alex, come on,” you say quietly, traces of a smile returning. 

He shrugs. “I make a perfectly valid point.”

Turning towards the deck again, you sigh. “I don’t see it.”

“I do!” Alex almost exclaims excitedly. “And I have for the longest time.” Letting out a small laugh, he puts his arm around you and squeezes gently. “His big doe eyes used to torture me all the time when I was dating you.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. Jungkook does have doe eyes but you don’t remember seeing them often while dating Alex. 

“Seriously,” Alex says, fighting his case onwards. “I dated you for what, almost a year I think and I’ve never seen anyone sulk for that long.”

“He wasn’t sulking.”

“Listen, I’m almost a married man now, Y/N, and I can tell you all the looks of love…”

When you arch a brow quizzically, Alex sighs and continues. “That boy was sulking for weeks because he hated seeing you with someone else.”

“Oh come on, maybe he had a crush in the past but he’s a grown man now and has had plenty of his own romances.”

Now it’s Alex who’s looking at you with his brow raised. “Like who?”

It takes you a moment to think of a name but a few still come to mind. “Remember Alia, the intern from my dad's company?” you ask rather smugly, although Alex’s reaction shows no surprise. 

“The girl who he went out with like five times.”

You shrug. “That counts for something.

“It really doesn’t,” Alex says matter-of-factly. “Anyway, who else?”

“Hmmm… ooh, Rachel, that super hot secretary!”

“Y/N, that was a one night stand, it literally doesn’t count.”

Sighing, you rack your memory for more, and then comes the answer. “Valentina.”

Alex almost snorts, prompting you to frown at him.

“What?” you question. “That was a real romance, there were feelings there.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alex almost snorts again. “The most real thing about that relationship was the Chopard watch Valentina tried to use to bribe Jungkook back to her.”

Wincing, you remember the finer details of that supposedly real romance. You turn back out to face the horizon, pulling your own shades down. “Alright, I guess I see your point.”

Gently pushing his point, Alex carries on. “Not to mention that I was your last serious relationship, which was how many years ago now?”

You simply shrug. “I’m not looking for anyone.”

Alex hums thoughtfully. “Or you’ve already ‘found’ your someone.” This earns a glare from you but Alex ignores this. “He’s practically your boyfriend already!” 

“In what way?!”

“You do almost everything together!” Alex exclaims back. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had sex already!” 

“Alex!” Something in your stomach curls unbidden at the thought. “We haven’t had sex!” you whisper hotly, glancing around to make sure no one heard. 

“Sorry,” Alex mumbles, looking over his shoulder too. Luckily there’s no one nearby, everyone seems too busy engaging in their own excited conversations about the weeks to come. 

Everything you’re hearing now isn’t news to you, you know plenty of people have questioned the relationship between Jungkook and you, and you totally get why, but you’ve been friends since such a young age and that’s perfectly okay. Neither you nor Jungkook have made a move to take things further and maybe that’s just how things are meant to stay, despite what Alex seems to think. 

“Also, what friend agrees to come on a 3 week long cruise for you, knowing full well my father doesn’t miss a single opportunity to roast him.” 

“Here’s here for you, not me.”

“Actually,” Alex raises a finger, “I invited him before you and he said he would meet us in Italy because things were busy with the company. I invited you after him, and the next thing I know is Jungkook is calling me telling me he’ll be coming with you from the start.”

As your eyes narrow, you start to think of how that happened. After Alex invited you, you texted Jungkook straight away to ask if he’d come with you as a date to the wedding. As soon as he said yes, you started waffling on about how fun the trip was going to be and it must’ve been after that that Jungkook told Alex he’d come sooner than he previously planned. 

“Well, any best friend would do that,” you say simply. 

Alex pushes his lips out, brows raised. “I’m your best friend and I wouldn’t do that for you.”

“Hey!” You shove him hard but he barely moves. 

“Oh c’mon, you wouldn’t do it for me either.” Alex looks at you with a smile. 

“Yeah,” you relent. “I probably wouldn’t unless you really needed me.”

Just then, you see Jungkook walking towards you, holding a platter of something. He simply beams when you frown at him in confusion. 

From beside you, Alex raises his glass to his lips. “I’m telling you, the boy is whipped,” he says quietly before taking a sip. 

Jungkook comes within ears width before you can say anything.  “Y/N, look,” he holds out the tray he’s holding, “they have those little cracker things you like with capa, uh, capa-something.” He pushes it closer, gesturing for you to take one while looking pleased with himself.

Looking at the platter, your lips curl mindlessly into a smile. “Caponata,” you say, correcting him gently. 

It’s when Jungkook remembers the little things like this that his place in your heart grows and you’re grateful for having him as your best friend. 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he smiles. “Here, I got them for you.”

Your brows furrow together as you look down. “The whole platter?”

“Well, yeah,” he says looking down too. “You like them and I’m sure there’s more going around for everyone else.”

From beside you, Alex starts coughing and you’re more than certain you hear the word “whipped” coming out of his mouth. One glance at him proves you’re right as he raises his brows before looking away. 

Jungkook, not having noticed the word Alex let slip, is eating one of the canapés before holding one out for you too. Smiling and thanking him, you take it. 

“Good right?” Jungkook asks, his mouth full as you also eat one whole. 

“So good,” you mumble, brows furrowed as you keep eating. 

Jungkook holds the tray towards Alex. “Want one?” 

“I’m good,” he smiles. “I’ll leave you two to it though, I’ve still got some guests I need to greet.” His smile seems weary though you don’t blame him, sometimes the supposed family friends in your circle don’t seem very much like friends. After saying a temporary goodbye, he takes his leave, leaving Jungkook and you to continue devouring the canapés. 

For a moment, you’re both quiet, save the sounds of pleasure from eating, then Jungkook speaks. “Sophia’s not coming with us by the way.”

Eyes wide, you turn to look at him. “What?!” you question, mouth half full. 

Jungkook takes one glance at you and chuckles. His thumb comes up and wipes something close to your lips. “She’s joining us later, from Nice.”

“Oh.” Your lips turn into a pout. “Who am I gonna hang out with?” 

“You-bo-me,” Jungkook says with his mouthful again.  

“No,” you sigh. “I don’t got you. As soon as Alias is about, you and him turn into Tweedledum and Tweedledee.”

A small laugh escapes Jungkook's lips and you frown at him.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs again, placing the mostly empty tray down on a nearby table. “Look,” he takes your hands and squeezes them, “I promise I’ll stay with you, we can just hang out with Alias too.”

“Yeah, I know,” you say looking up at him. “It’s fine though, you can hang out with whoever you want. You don’t have to stay with me.”

Jungkook hides an amused smile. “I’ll stay with you, we can’t have our princess being alone,” he chuckles again, letting go of your hands to squeeze your cheeks. 

“Mm, my makeup,” you mumble, prying his fingers off your cheeks. “And you can stay with me if you really want to,” you shrug, hiding your smug expression. 

Jungkook scoffs, laughing as you put your sunglasses back on. “I changed my mind.”

“Hey!” you exclaim, and before you get another word out, Jungkook is laughing, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in.

“I’m joking, now let’s go say hi to the Morgan’s, they’ve been looking this way since Alex was here.”

“They’re probably just judging us,” you grumble. 

Jungkook smiles, turning you around and walking with you. “More reason to say hello.”

Most of the first day is spent the same way, greeting some families who you like and some who you don’t but at least you get to do it with a glass of champagne and Jungkook by your side. By the early evening, everyone is settling into their cabins and exploring the cruise ship which feels more like a palace. 

It’s well past midnight when Jungkook is walking you to your cabin which unfortunately is on another level to yours – Alex mentioned he couldn’t get your cabins closer since Jungkook was supposed to be joining later.

“I am so ready to knockout,” you yawn, pulling out the keycard.

“Make sure you don’t forget to take your makeup off,” Jungkook says as a gentle reminder.

Turning around at the threshold of your door, you look at him as he leans against the wall opposite. “I won’t, and you don’t forget to shower, you still stink of chlorine.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly, careful not to disturb any of the neighbouring cabins who are most likely asleep. Alias and him decided it would be fun to cannonball into the deck pool during prohibited hours and subsequently ended up running away from some of the cruise crew and you just happened to be with them even though you refused to jump in because it’s breaking the rules.

“I’m making you join us next time,” he says.

“That’s never gonna happen.”

Smiling slightly, Jungkook tilts his head. “That sounds like a challenge.”

Laughing, you step out of your room towards him. “I wouldn’t try, Jeon.” Raising your hand, you pinch his nose. “You’ll just fail.”

“Or,” Jungkook raises his brows, taking your hand into his, “it could be one of the best nights you spend here, plus running away is fun,” he grins. 

“You call that fun?” you laugh. 

“Tell me it wasn't.”

You shrug. “I have fun whenever I'm with you anyway.” 

Jungkook smiles, and so do you. It’s not hard to be honest around him, it never has been. That’s probably why you’ve been best friends for so long. “So all the time?” he says. 

“All the time,” you repeat, laughing. 

Lips still holding a gentle smile, Jungkook looks down at you and for a second you wait for him to say something but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he releases a small sigh and pulls you into a hug. 

You feel your body relax in his embrace, the weariness of today’s jet lag and socialising and cheeky antics slowly melting away as you breathe in the comforting smell of his cologne. Even though it’s tainted with chlorine, his arms around you seem to make it worth putting up with. 

His hands slide up your back, patting you softly. “I’ll see you in the morning, hm.”

“Just don’t wake me up before noon,” you mumble.

He laughs, pulling away. “Breakfast ends at 11.”

Groaning, you step towards your door again. “I wish Freddie was with us.”

Chuckling quietly, he starts to make his way towards his cabin. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night,” you wave, seeing him disappear from view as the door closes. You almost collapse onto your bed but manage to trudge to the bathroom to wash off your makeup and get into your pyjamas before finally sinking into bed and falling asleep.

Knock knock knock

Knock knock.

“Y/N?"

Knock knock knock. “Y/N!”

Grumbling, you pull your pillow over your head.

There’s a few more impatient knocks before you hear Jungkook. “Come on, or I’m going down without you.”

“Go,” you groan, tossing in bed. “I’ll eat later.”

Then you hear a series of whining outside the door. “It's already almost 11, it's embarrassing going by myself you have to come with me, please.”

With one final groan, you force yourself out of bed and open the door. “I said not before noon, Koo.”

“Please,” he says, lips forming an effortless pout. “I’m hungry.”

Well you can’t say no now. Sighing, you step aside for him to come in. “Give me twenty minutes.”

Jungkook slumps onto your bed, already dressed casually in a white tee and black shorts. “You have ten.”

With Jungkook rushing you, you meet halfway and manage to get ready in 15 minutes instead. It seems the Cirillo’s spared no expense and managed to keep an entire upper deck private for all of the meals served on sea days. There’s a breakfast buffet laid out inside but before you can even grab yourself a plate, you see your mom frowning at you from her seat outside. She raises her brows and points to her wrist, her not so subtle way of reminding you you’re late.

With a big smile, you mouth sorry and she just laughs to herself, shaking her head. 

“Y/N,” Jungkook calls your name. You look over at him and he’s already standing behind a few people up for seconds, waiting his turn. Walking over, you take a plate and glance down at the table ahead of you. 

“This looks good,” you think out loud. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Jungkook says, glancing around. He frowns at something, moving his head to get a better look. 

“What? What’s wro–?”

His eyes widen and suddenly he’s crouching enough to remove the inches difference between you, hands gripping your arms. “Hide me.”

“What?” 

“Hide me,” he repeats, the insistence in his voice clearer than before. 

Putting your plate down, you push his shoulders lower. “I am,” you whisper harshly. “But why?” you say, glancing around. 

“No, don’t look,” Jungkook says, his tone becoming something like a whine. “She’ll come over if she sees you.”

“Who?”

Jungkook groans, eyes closing. “Why is she here?”

Ignoring his request not to look, you turn around and scan the room, looking for any familiar faces while your mind goes through a mental list of names of people who could make Jungkook want to hide before a whole breakfast buffet. Just as your name arrives at a potential suspect, the woman herself comes into your view.

“Oh.” 

Tall, glamorous and even graceful, Valentina Forero struts her preppy, perfect figure, dressed head to toe in designer and a handbag so small you’re sure not even her phone can fit in there. 

Immediately, you look away from her and down at Jungkook. He’s already looking up at you with a weary expression. Your lips form an apologetic smile and he sighs, a string of curse words coming out from his mouth in the form of a hushed whisper while he stays pressed against your side trying to hide himself from view.

Of all the things that could possibly go wrong, this has to be the single worst thing.

Valentina is Jungkook’s ex friend with benefits of almost a year. They met shortly after college at your grad party and they started off as casual and eventually there were some feelings involved but they never really bloomed. 

When Jungkook tried to end things after some months, Valentina had a lot to say and for some reason just didn’t want to let him go even though she wasn’t looking for something real. 

You don’t blame her, Jungkook attracts people like a magnet, but their relationship was a little more on the toxic side with some jealousy and so many stupid arguments no doubt stemming from the feelings that budded but never grew. It was better for both of them to call it quits, so they never made things official but to call Valentina anything less than an ex would be an injustice to some of the things they went through.

Stealing a glance at her again, you watch for a few seconds as she makes her way through the families, greeting each one with a bright smile.

As she moves, Jungkook moves too, trying to stay hidden from her view behind you. His head presses against your arm, cheek almost against your left boob.

“Um, Jungkook,” you say, smiling. “I get you’re trying to hide but uh, I don’t think this is a good look…”

“What?” he says, still distracted as he glances towards where Valentina is.

“We’re standing at a breakfast bar on a family cruise and your face is pretty close to my boobs.”

He looks up at you, eyes widening when he realises. “Oh, sorry.” He stands straight, turning to face the bar instead. 

“It’s cool,” you answer, picking up your plate again and nudging him to move forward. “”I’m sure we’ve given the Collins something to talk about for today.” Turning to your right at the eyes ogling you, you smile plastically at Mr and Mrs Collins.

“Sorry,” Jungkook mutters again absentmindedly as he slowly fills his plate.

“Jungkook,” you say, nudging him again as you fill your own. “It’s gonna be fine, there’s so many people here I’m sure you won’t see each other that much, and even if you do, you have me.” You’re already beaming when he looks at you, and his own eyes crease in the corners and he smiles too. “Thanks. I guess you’re right but please don’t ever let me be alone with her.”

“I won’t,” you laugh. “Although once she knows you’re here, I’m sure she’ll try to hookup with you at least once.”

“I hope not,” Jungkook sighs. “She’s not a bad girl but I just don’t wanna go back there, y’know?”

“Mhm, I know,” you say, turning towards the table your parents are seated at. “But what I don’t know is how we’re gonna get to sit without her seeing you.” You nod in the direction of your parents.

Jungkook glances around. “Let’s go sit with Alex and Thalia,” he says, nodding in the opposite direction.

Stealthily, the two of you make your way out onto the deck and approach Alex and his fiancee unseen.

“Oh, Y/N,” Thalia beams, leaning in for a hug as soon as she sees you. “You look beautiful.” 

You snort. “I woke up half an hour ago, I definitely look awful.”

“Absolutely not,’ Thalia says with a gracious wave of her hand before Jungkook gets up to greet her too. “You both look lovely and I'm so happy you’re here!”

“Of course,” you say, smiling at both her and Alex. “We’re even happier to be here and so excited for you.”

“Thank you, angel,” she winks.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Alex asks quietly, frowning as he watches Jungkook carefully. Glancing to your right, you also notice Jungkook is hunched over his food.

“You’re just drawing more attention to yourself like that,” you let him know before turning back to Alex. “Valentina is here,” you say with a small raise of your brow and both Alex and Thalia immediately let out a little “ah”.

Thalia winces apologetically when she glances back at Jungkook. “I do believe that may be on me. My mother is in the same club as her mother so it seems an invitation was deemed non-negotiable, unfortunately,” she adds, placing subtle emphasis on the last word.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, I was gonna end up seeing her again eventually at some point.”

Alex coughs, his expression changing. “I do believe that time is coming sooner than you want though.”

Jungkook frowns but you understand what Alex means, as does Thalia as you both look up just in time to see Valentina a few feet away, approaching your table.

With a smile that’s far too innocent for her, she stands at the edge of the table closest to Jungkook. “Well, hello there.”

Alex, being the sweetheart he is, is the first to respond to her greeting, and without surprise, Thalia follows quickly. “Thank you for coming,” Alex says as he gives her a quick hug.

“Thank you for having me.” Valentina steps to the side to greet Thalia too. “And congratulations, I’m so happy for both of you!”

“Thank you,” Thalia says with a genuine smile. As she takes her seat, you get up to greet her too. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Val,” you say as you meet her in a brief hug, although you can’t say you mean it but you hold no animosity towards her. 

“You too, Y/N,” she winks. 

Before she even releases you, Jungkook is getting up and already avoiding eye contact with her. “Hey,” he says, just as she leans towards him too. 

“Hello, Jungkook.” When she gives him a hug, it’s a little longer than your own but Jungkook doesn’t push away despite his expression looking like he wants to. 

Alex, Thalia and you have to fight to keep your smiles contained.

“Gosh, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?” Valentina says as she steps back and takes a seat. 

“I guess,” Jungkook says, showing little expression as he sits back down and resumes eating his breakfast. 

“Oh, come on, it’s been almost two years.” She gives him a knowing expression before flicking her hair behind her shoulder with a flamboyant flair that’s signature for Valentina. “I’m sure you missed me.” She leans her elbows on the table. “I know I’ve missed you.”

Seeing Jungkook’s constipated expression, you step in to help him out. “We all missed you, Valentina,” you smile. “It’s impossible not to.” That’s not a lie either, although she was a big personality to deal with sometimes, she still knew how to have fun and was great to talk to. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” she says, returning your smile before turning her attention back to Jungkook. “You still look as good as you always have too, Kookie.” She leans forward and squeezes his bicep, maybe one too many times. “You’re still going to the gym I see.”

Jungkook stiffens next to you, meanwhile, your eyes are fixated on her hand on his arm. In a gesture of support, you discreetly slip your hand behind his elbow. 

Sitting across from you, your friends both notice this. Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance he’s been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome – the one that’s been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, he’s sure of it.

Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. “Don’t they look so good together?”

She pauses then frowns. “Together?”

Your own expression matches Valentina’s as you glance at Alex too. 

“Yes, together,” he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.

“You’ve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.”

From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow. 

“Oh, my,” Valentina smiles, and although there’s some kind of genuinity to it, there’s more you can see but haven’t got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when you’re still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.

 “I should’ve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,” she says with somewhat of an eye roll. 

Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but he’s not stupid and he knows Alex isn’t either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you… how hard can that be?

“Yeah, I guess it was meant to be,” he says, sounding a little stilted. 

You’re still sitting a little dumbfounded but Thalia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile. 

Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.

“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentina’s eyes remain locked on you both. “It’s been almost what? Eight months?”

“Uh, yeah, almost,” you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkook’s hand is gripping your waist. 

It’s not like he’s never had his hand on your waist before — his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago — but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy. 

You’re sure it’s showing on your face but Valentina doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she must think it’s down to you finding this awkward. 

“Well, congratulations to you too then,” she says, wearing a smile that doesn’t actually seem anything less than genuine, but you’re aware there’s more to her words.

“Thank you,” Jungkook and you say in unison. 

Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. “I’ll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, let’s keep the pda to a minimum please,” she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off. 

“Can’t promise anything with these two,” Alex calls out after her.

When he looks back at you, he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Thalia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying not to laugh while they’re getting told off. 

Turning to them, you burst. “What the hell was that?” you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else. 

Alex shrugs. “Sorry, it was the best thing I could think of.” 

“It could be worse,” Thalia adds with a smile that’s supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you she’s finding this just as amusing as her fiancé. 

Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise you’re still holding his arm. “Well,” he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, “I guess we’re dating now.”

With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered you’re feeling. “I guess so.”

When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook — but really, it doesn’t seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lips…  

The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you. 

With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if he’s thinking the same as you right now. 

“See, already believable.”

Alex’s voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, he’s got a smug smirk on his face. 

“You’re supposed to be smart,” you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. “Couldn’t have come up with something smarter?”

“This is smart,” Alex says with a hint of sass.

“How?” you sass back. 

Leaning back, he puts his arm around Thalia as his smirk grows into a smile. “You’ll see, just give it some time,” he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink. 

The end of the first night in Cartagena is celebrated with a formal dinner at a private venue with the most beautiful view of the coast. 

The Cirillo’s had a special menu created of authentic foods from the town and the dishes were nothing less than exquisite. So much so that Alias and you are both slumped on a hammock on the balcony with bellies full and happy. A few of the guests walk past and side eye you both, probably because Alias has ungraciously undone the top button of his suit pants but it doesn’t bother either of you. 

“Probably shouldn’t have eaten so much,” you mumble, looking up at the night sky.

“We’ve still got dessert,” Alias sighs, patting his belly. 

“Well sitting there isn’t going to help,” Jungkook’s voice says from behind you. 

Turning your head, you smile when you see Jungkook with two dessert plates in his hand. He comes and sits next to you, handing one to each of you.

Alias still manages to devour his serving in silence, but you take a little longer to eat, wondering if Valentina might be somewhere near now that Jungkook is here; you’re certain she’ll be keeping a closer eye on you both so you ought to be making a conscious effort to act more like a couple but you’re not really sure what else to do. Jungkook bringing you dessert seems couple-ish enough, even though it’s what you would do on a usual night anyway.

The three of you fall into a comfortable silence and you give Alias the rest of your dessert to finish as you collapse into the hammock again. As you do so, you feel Jungkook’s hand brush against yours and immediately you glance down at your hands, noticing how your arms and thighs are touching too. Again, it’s nothing unusual for you, but you start to wonder why it feels a little different now you’ve noticed it.

“Don’t look now,” he says, voice barely a murmur, “but she’s watching us.”

When you hum quietly in acknowledgement, his fingers brush the back of yours tentatively again and for some reason unrelated to the wind that’s blowing, you feel your skin prickling. Releasing a small breath, Jungkook curls his hand, fingers slipping between yours. The pads of your fingers press against him and you return your focus to the night sky above rather than the weird way your heart is beating now.

From your other side, Alias lets out a satisfied sigh before sitting back beside you. “So,” he says without missing a beat, “what’s up between you guys?”

“Hm?” You look at him with a small frown.

“You heard me,” he repeats with the signature boyish grin that he and his brother share. It’s enough to let you know that he knows.

“We’re, uh, together,” Jungkook answers.

Alias snorts. “You gotta sound more convincing than that, Jungkook.”

“I’d like to see you pretend to date someone,” you say, nudging his side.

Shifting to face you, Alias raises a brow. “That’s easy, watch and learn, lover boy.” He leans closer, arm moving across your chest to touch some hair behind your ears.

You get his point – Alias is close enough to lean in and kiss you if he wanted to, and the small action seems intimate enough since you’re almost laying down with him beside you.

His hand gently traces down your cheek and you giggle, finding it funny as he keeps glancing at Jungkook who shoves him back before he goes any further.

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, somehow shifting even closer to you.

When you glance at him, you can’t help but giggle at his expression. He looks a little annoyed, and although you don’t think it, anyone else might think he’s crossed the fine line to jealous — Alias certainly does. 

“Alright, I know, hands off your girlfriend,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. 

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook mutters, “Yeah, whatever.”

Alias just chuckles, leaning back and resting his palm behind his head but unlucky for him, his moment of rest is short lived. 

“Oh for goodness sake Alias!” The hushed whisper of Mrs Cirillo has all of your heads turning. She appears out of nowhere beside the hammock, a look of shock and horror on her face. “Is there a reason you’re basking in the sunset with your trousers half undone?” 

“Actually,” Alias says unbothered, holding up a finger, “only the zipper is undone, so by the length of the trousers, mother, they’re nowhere near half undone.” 

Frustrated, she glances around. “People must be thinking all sorts.” She looks at Jungkook and you who smile awkwardly, sitting up straight as you hope not to get scolded. 

Mrs Cirillo is no stranger when it comes to teaching etiquette and given the many years of friendship between your families, she’s definitely not a stranger to teaching you a few things, and over the years, Jungkook too. 

She sighs when she looks at you. “Darling, you look beautiful. Jungkook, you too, please teach my son a thing or two.” She sighs again impatiently and Alias grumbles next to you as he does up his zipper. “Now, when you’ve made yourself decent, please come with me, your father wants you to meet someone,” she says, not waiting for a response.

Alias groans. “Who? I thought I had met them all.”

“Not this one,” Mrs Cirillo replies airily as she’s still walking away. “He’s just joined us tonight.”

Like the dutiful son he is, Alias gets up and follows his mother, though not without groaning about it some more.

Jungkook and you watch him go, but just like Alias, your moment of rest is short lived.

“Um, Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice sounds apprehensive and when you look at him, his expression seems the same. He’s stretching his neck and looking out towards the opposite direction of the balcony towards the main hall. “Is that… Valentina, with your parents?”

Standing up to get a better look, you realise that Jungkook is right. Valentina is mid-way greeting your parents, your mom leaning in to give her a hug. 

Looking down at Jungkook, you both realise at the same time – your parents don’t know about the two of you. 

Jungkook doesn’t wait for you to say anything and instead – with zero regard for the high heels on your feet – he grabs your hand and rushes you towards them.

“Ow, wait, Jungkook, slow down!”

“Can’t,” he says, although you feel his pace slow down a little. “She’s gonna say something, of course she is.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong and the look on your parents face as you’re less than a few feet away from them tells you that Valentina has just said it. Your dad looks confused and your mom is frowning, her head tilting in the way it does when she’s not sure she believes something.

“Mom!” 

She turns her head to the sound of your voice, as does Valentina and your father.

“Dad,” you smile, catching your breath as Jungkook and you stop in front of them. 

Jungkook chuckles awkwardly next to you and you feel his hand go around your waist. “Sorry to, uh, interrupt…” he purposely avoids Valentina’s gaze. “We just, uh,” he glances at you, “we had a question.” 

“Well, so do we,” your dad starts, looking at you with the same confused expression. “What—”

“The dresses for the couple dance!” you blurt, knowing exactly what your father was about to ask. It would totally blow your cover if it seemed like your parents didn’t know about Jungkook so you need to come up with something fast. “We need to know the colours of the dresses for the couple’s dance, for the wedding.”

If your dad looked confused before, he looks almost dumbfounded now. “A couple’s dance?”

“Y/N, what couple dance?” your mom asks somewhat impatiently and you’re certain she wants to ask the same question your dad was about to, which is most likely about Jungkook and you.

“The one for the wedding,” Jungkook answers for you. “All the couples are doing a dance after Alex and Thalia, you know? At the wedding.” He squeezes your waist gently and you chuckle.

“Exactly,” you say, taking your mom's hand discreetly. “Since Jungkook and I are dancing together, well, he needs to know the colour of my dress and I’ve forgotten.” You say it with no hesitation but with the way you’re squeezing her hand repeatedly, your mom still seems confused.

She glances at Valentina who is now staring at Jungkook’s hand right around your waist, before glancing back at you. 

Taking advantage of Valentina’s momentary lapse in attention, you give her a subtle raise of your brow and hope that mother-daughter telepathy is a real thing. 

“A couple’s dance?” your father asks again. “Honey, I didn’t know about this,” he says to your mom. 

“Well, yes, I suppose I forgot to tell you,” she says, squeezing your hand back and you let out a grateful sigh of relief, as does Jungkook. 

“Y/N, your dress is periwinkle blue for the party,” she says to you before looking at Jungkook. You can see the apprehension in her expression though it’s only noticeable to you. “Jungkook, sweetheart, I’ll make sure your suit is matching with Y/N’s of course.”

“Thank you,” he nods, lips pursed. 

Together, you glance at Valentina who already seems bored. 

“Well, I’ll come find you later, Mrs L/N,” she says, already turning to step away. 

Your mom says a quick goodbye before Jungkook and you are left alone with her and your dad. 

“Is there a reason I didn’t know about this couple's dance?”

Letting out a small laugh, Jungkook pats your dad's shoulder. “Sorry, we made that up, there isn’t a couple’s dance.“

“There isn’t?”

“No, there isn’t,” your mom answers, her brow raises as she looks between Jungkook and you. “But what I would like to know is why we just had to lie and why on earth is Valentina congratulating your father and I about you two and your relationship?”

“It’s because of me,” Jungkook answers immediately which prompts a look of surprise from your parents. “I just wanted an easy way to keep away from Valentina and saying I’m with Y/N was the best way for me to do it.” He lowers his head looking a bit ashamed. 

“Well it was actually Alex who said it first,” you say, stepping forward. “He pretty much roped us into it with Valentina right there, we were clueless.” You take Jungkook’s arm and smile at your parents. “It’s just a little white lie and honestly as long as Jungkook and I are okay with it, then it’s harmless.”

“And you are okay with it?” your dad asks. 

“Sure.”

Your mother frowns, the apprehension still not having left her expression. “And Jungkook… you’re okay with it too?”

Jungkook nods. “Very okay with it.”

“Alright then, but just be wary.” Your mom glances between you both. She opens her mouth as if to say more but shakes her head instead. “Who else knows?”

“Alex, Thalia, Alias, and now you both.”

“Hm, if you want to keep it a secret then I would keep it to that. The more people who know the more likely it is to come out.”

“Yes, I agree,” your dad says, frowning as he thinks. “Although I do think it would make sense to tell Leon and Helena.”

Your mom agrees with him. “I suppose it does but it’s up to you both.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, brows raising. It’s not unusual for your parents to share something with the Cirillo’s, but when it’s something like this, a lie, you don’t imagine your parents telling them.

Jungkook shuffles awkwardly. “Uh, they’re coming over now.”

Your mom looks up, smiling as they come over. “Yes, Y/N, after all it’s not really such a big lie. Jungkook and you do everything together anyway, how much more different can this be?”

“Right,” you nod, confused by the sentiment those words make you feel — perhaps Alex isn’t so wrong, maybe you do do everything with Jungkook. It must be giving the wrong idea to people… 

Though that doesn’t matter now since you need to seem like you’re dating him. 

“Just who I was looking for,” Mrs Cirillo beams as she approaches, but instead of looking at your mom, she’s looking at you.

“Me?” you ask, surprised. 

“Yes.” She looks at Jungkook too. “And you.”

Jungkook shares the same expression as you. “Me?”

“Oh, yes, and don’t act so shy either of you.” Her smile seems rather cheeky, as does Mr Cirillo’s who stands beside her. “What’s this I hear about you two dating now, hm?”

“Oh.” Smiling hesitantly, you prepare yourself to tell them the truth as well. This feels a bit different though because you can see the excitement in Mrs Cirillo’s face, even in Mr Cirillo. 

“I mean it’s about time,” Mr Cirillo says with a deep chuckle, looking at your parents to agree. 

Jungkook looks rather pained as he looks between them both. “Who told you?”

“Alias, of course,” Mrs Cirillo says. “He said you’ve been keeping it a secret for some time though I don’t see why, this is wonderful news!” 

She waves her hand with the statement and with it, a part of you suddenly feels like you’re being let down by yourself. It’s odd to see them so happy for Jungkook and you, only for it not to be real. 

You don’t blame them though — you’ve only been pretending to date Jungkook for a day but you’re already starting to see Alex’s point a little bit more. Having Jungkook by your side just feels right. 

Come to think of it, if anyone else asked you to pretend to be their girlfriend for a few weeks, you’d definitely say no. It would be hard to act so close with someone not only emotionally but physically, whereas thinking of the way Jungkook was so close to your side just a little while ago on the hammock, fingers curled around yours, you feel yourself coil at even the thought of being with anyone else. 

That’s not unusual though, right? The only reason you can’t imagine it with anyone else is because Jungkook is your best friend. He’s the guy you’re most comfortable around and so you feel safe with him. Thoughts pausing, your gaze drifts to him as you briefly zone out from whatever joke Mrs Cirillo is making. 

Jungkook still looks on hesitantly and the way his bottom lip moves, you can tell he’s waiting to say something. As soon as he sees his chance and quickly gets a word in. “Oh, well, actually, Mrs Cirillo, it’s not really real.”

She looks towards him and frowns a little. “What do you mean?” There’s disappointment in her tone that you (for some unknown reason) can relate to.

“It’s more of a make believe relationship, if that’s one way to put it,” your dad answers albeit looking confused himself. 

Mr Cirillo appears to be on the same brainwave as your dad as he looks confused too. “That’s absurd. I believe it very much.”

“Yes, yes,” Mrs Cirillo says, nodding. “Who wouldn’t?”

Pushing aside your own confused feelings, you help clear up this mess. “What we’re trying to say is that it’s not a real relationship.” You glance at Jungkook who looks at you and nods. “We’re just pretending to date.”

“Oh.” Their expressions fall, small frowns replacing the excitement in their eyes. 

“Why would you do that?” Mr Cirillo asks. 

“My ex is on the cruise,” Jungkook answers. “You probably remember her, Valentina?” 

There’s a few seconds of quiet until Mr Cirillo finds the name familiar. “Ah, yes, tall girl, Forero if I’m not mistaken?”

Jungkook nods, lips pursed. 

“So she’s the reason you’re doing this?” Mrs Cirillo gestures between Jungkook and you. 

Jungkook nods again. 

She sighs quietly. “Honestly, it all seems a bit fuddy duddy, Valentina is harmless. There’s better ways to keep someone away, Jungkook, wouldn’t it be better to just ask her to stay away from you?”

“That might come across as more rude than this,” you say with a shrug. “Also, we ought to mention that this was all Alex’s idea.”

“Alex?!” Mrs Cirillo exclaims. “Did he even ask you first?”

“Nope,” you shake your head with a smile having absolutely no qualms throwing your best friend under the bus. 

“Oh, why didn’t you say so sooner?” Mrs Cirillo turns and reaches for her husband's hand. “Leon, I do believe that boy is getting almost as troublesome as his older brother.”

Mr Cirillo laughs. “Oh, it’s just a little fun, besides, having Jungkook and Y/N pretending to play house can’t be all that bad.” He turns to Jungkook and you and winks.

You return his cheek with a smile. “It’s actually easier than it looks.”

“I’m sure it is,” he quips with a quick raise of his brow. His smirk seems telling but you don’t think anything of it at the moment as you feel Jungkook’s hand on your arm.

“Just don’t tell anyone please,” he says, chuckling nervously.

“Of course not,” Mrs Cirillo says. “I think Alex may have been onto something anyway.” She glances towards your mom and they share a smile. “Let’s get something to drink, hm?”

Your mom laughs, taking her arm. “Yes, please, I need one.”

Together, they walk off and to you it looks like they’re high schoolers sharing secrets again — you’re sure they’re going to have lots to talk about again today. 

Mr Cirillo chuckles as they go off. “Three guesses what they’re talking about,” he says quietly to your dad who shares a smile with his friend before they both turn to Jungkook and you.

“Well, I think I’m going to go and look for more dessert,” you say, slowly taking a step back to excuse yourself and Jungkook. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna do that too,” Jungkook says, nodding his head at your dad and Mr Cirillo.

“Of course, I’ll see you later on,” your dad smiles. His eyes fall to where Jungkook’s hand is holding your arm and his smile grows just a little wider but before you can think anything of it, Mr Cirillo makes a comment.

“That’s a nice suit you’re wearing, Jungkook.” He nods, looking visibly impressed.

“Thanks.”

Mr Cirillo continues. “I remember when you would wear your suits from those high street stores with the cheap labels but look at you now, kid.”

Pausing in your slow retreat, you blink. You’ve known Mr Cirillo all your life so you know that the comment really holds no ill intent, and also bearing in mind the fact that you know just how much he has come to admire Jungkook and cares for him as much as he does for you, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for Mr Cirillo to make a comment like that.

Jungkook only smiles, though he doesn’t need to say anything for anyone to see that the backhanded compliment isn’t appreciated. He continues to step away but now you’re rooted firmly in the spot.

“Well with a personality like his and far more brains than most people combined, Jungkook has never needed material to make him look good, wouldn’t you agree, Mr Cirillo?” Your expression is friendly enough but your tone? Not so much.

He smiles awkwardly, immediately having understood his mistake. “Does that mean the opposite for myself?” he asks lightly.

“Oh, I’ve never thought so,” you say, smiling plastically. “Those words came from your own mouth.”

Mr Cirillo laughs. “You’re a sharp one, Y/N. That's why I like you a lot.”

“Likewise, Leon,” you wink, reaching for Jungkook’s arm. “Now we’ll be off.”

Mr Cirillo still chuckles and you catch your dad smiling at you as you walk away with Jungkook.

“Did you just call him ugly?” Jungkook asks with a small laugh once you're out of earshot. 

“I didn’t call him anything,” you shrug.

He laughs again, coming to a stop with you near the dessert table where you both browse the selection. “You know I could’ve answered myself though,” he says after a moment. 

Taking your pick, you turn to him with a small pout. It’s not the first time someone has made a comment about Jungkook that has annoyed you more than him, and you know that Jungkook prefers to pick and choose his battles wisely, unlike you always feeling as though you have to say something. 

“I know, sorry,” you wince a little. “Force of habit.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, taking a bowl of Eton mess. 

Together, you start walking towards the same hammock you were previously sitting at.

“I actually think it’s kinda cute,” he adds.

Your brows raise inquisitively. “Having me as your knight in shining armour?”

He shrugs, taking a spoonful into his mouth as you both sit down. “More like my princess with her many privileges.” His lips curl into a smile as he says it.

Laughing, you lean back comfortably into the hammock. “Well, of course, Mr Cirillo wouldn’t dare say anything to me.”

“And no one else other than you would insult Mr Cirillo to his face.”

Holding up your fork, you laugh again. “I only implied, there’s a difference.”

Jungkook hums, leaning back next to you. He takes a big spoonful into his mouth, eating this slowly while you steal some of his. Swallowing, he sits up a little beside you. “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Looking up at him, you frown. “Do what?”

“Pretend to date me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?”

He shrugs. “If it makes you uncomfortable, or even if you just don’t want to.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, sitting up with him.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, watching your expression for any signs of a lie. “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” you repeat.

With those words, Jungkook seems to relax. “Okay.” Faint traces of a smile appear on his face as he leans back. 

“The soap here smells amazing,” Thalia says, bringing her hands to her nose to sniff again a few times after drying them. 

Tossing your used hand towel in the hamper, you take a sniff too. “Mm, it does. I smell coconut.”

“And yuzu,” Thalia says, still inhaling the smell. 

Laughing, you pull her hands away from her nose as you walk out of the washroom together. 

The corridor is dimly lit as you walk back towards the restaurant but you’re very impressed by the interior, the burgundy and golden interior of this part of the venue complimenting each other well, especially with the many plants lining the corridors. 

“Where’s Alex?” you ask.

“Somewhere around here,” Thalia answers. “Honestly I lost him an hour ago after he went to check out the golf course here.”

“There’s a golf course here?” you ask, surprised. Though really you don’t know why you’re surprised, walking to the bathroom was a mission on its own, this place is huge. 

“Yeah they have everything, tennis courts, basketball, there’s even a riding school.”

At that, your ears perk up. “Are the horses available to hire?”

Thalia turns to you with a smile. “You wanna go for a canter?”

“Can we?” You ask, eyes lighting up too. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve been riding.”

“We’ll have to ask but I’m sure my dad could sort something out for us. Although we have booked a resort for when we get to Barcelona and later on in Malta too. They’re renowned for their riding instructors.”

Laughing, you walk around the next corner together. “How have you booked resorts while we’re on a cruise? I bet Mrs Cirillo had something to do with it,” you add, knowing that she always has to have everything and the best of it for her kids.

Thalia nods with a smile. “My mom and yeah, Helena. They’ve been planning this for a year, of course there’s going to be something for everyone.” 

“Strippers?” you ask, brows raising.

“Except that.”

“Hm, fair,” you say, frowning as you walk around another corner. “Anyway, I don’t really care for the instructors but it’ll have to be Barcelona. I just wanna ride, it’s been so long since I last went.”

Thalia agrees. “Sure, I’ll ask my dad, I’m pretty sure he’s already friends with the owner of the one in Barcelona so it should be easy.”

“Great,” you smile, excited by the thought, though your smile turns into a frown as you realise you’re walking by the same door you just walked out of a little while ago. 

At the same time, Thalia slows down. “Are we lost?” she asks.

Looking up at the women’s washroom sign, your frown deepens. “Yeah, I think we’ve just gone in a circle.” You look up and down the corridor, taking a few steps in the opposite direction from which you just came to follow a different path. “Maybe we should try going left from here instead?”

“There really should be a clearer exit,” Thalia huffs. “My feet hurt.”

Laughing, you glance back at her. “I don’t think anyone was taking into account the fact that people might be walking in 6-inch heels down these corridors– oh.” Mid-sentence, you bump into someone as you’re walking around the next corner. “Sorry,” you say, looking up at the guy as you feel steady hands on your arms to stop you from stumbling. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says at the same time, looking down.

Oh. 

His brows knit together before a smile breaks out on his face. “Y/N?”

“Lawrence!” A smile appears on your face embarrassingly fast. “Hi!”

He chuckles softly, taking a step back and taking his hands with him. You don’t know whether to appreciate the sweetness or be sad they’re gone.

Lawrence Goldman is one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid eyes on with a personality to match, and he was your high school crush for years. He was everyone’s crush to be honest, but even in uni, you never were able to stop swooning over him, but that’s all it’s ever been, a crush. For some reason, you could never let yourself take it further despite him showing interest a few times. 

“It’s been so long, my gosh, how are you?” he asks, eyes skimming your figure. “You look absolutely amazing,” he adds without a second thought.

“Hey again,” Thalia says, appearing beside you.

Lawrence gives her a smile, his attention quickly returning to you.

“I’m great,” you beam, “how are you? I’m surprised to see you, I thought you were working in Singapore?”

“I am,” he nods before looking at Thalia. “Well I was, but there was no way I was gonna miss this one’s wedding.”

Thalia laughs, putting her arm around him briefly. “Love you for it, Goldie.”

Lawrence rolls his eyes at the nickname and you smile. Thalia and Lawrence attended the same prep school before reuniting in college, and it’s through Lawrence that Thalia was introduced to Alex and the rest of you — your world is apparently a very small world so Lawrence being here really shouldn’t be a surprise to you, but with everything else going on, you may have forgotten about Lawrence. 

“I’ve only just joined because I had a meeting I couldn’t miss yesterday,” he adds, eyes skimming down your figure once more while he thinks you’re still smiling at Thalia but you definitely don’t miss it. 

“Ah, I see.” You can’t help it when you mirror his actions, noting how the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, giving a peak of the chain he’s always worn since he Longbottom-ed — he clearly knows the effect it has. “So you’re joining us for the rest of the cruise?” When your eyes meet his again, his lips curl into a smirk. 

“Yes,” he nods. “I’ll be here.”

Noticing Thalia glancing between you both, you realise you ought to stop whatever weirdness is going on right now before she thinks there’s something between you, not that she won’t ask you herself anyway. 

“Well that’s great,” you smile, taking a step closer to Thalia’s side.

“Mhm, I’m looking forward to spending time with you,” he says.

Your response is on the top of your tongue — “so am I” — and you intend to say it with a flutter of your lashes, but before you can say anything, Thalia answers for you. 

“We all are,” she grins, hand winding around your waist where she squeezes with a light force when she says the next words. “Including Jungkook and Alex.”

For a second you’re confused but the mention of Jungkook sparks your memory and you remember everything that’s happened in the past few days.

Jungkook and you are dating — you realise now why Thalia interjected and she was right to do so, otherwise you might’ve made a silly mess by opening yourself up to flirting with Lawrence. 

“Oh, yes,” you answer, perking up. “Jungkook will definitely be happy to see you I’m sure, it’s been a while since we all met last.”

“Yeah?” Lawrence casually responds. 

“Of course,” Thalia says with a wiggle of her brows. “Y/N is his girlfriend, she would know of course.”

As you smile dutifully, you catch the confusion briefly show on Lawrence’s face before he quickly disguises it as surprise. “You and Jungkook?” he says, lips turning into a smile. It’s the kind of smile that could mean many things. 

“Yep,” you nod, lips pursed in a smile. 

Something resembling a sigh leaves him. “You guys will have to catch me up on that for sure,” he says.

“There’ll be lots to catch you up on,” Thalia grins, “but right now, can we figure out how to get out of here?”

Lawrence chuckles, stepping to the side. “Of course, I know the way.” He gestures towards the left, waiting for you and Thalia to pass. 

As you fall into stride with Thalia on one side and Lawrence on the other side, you can’t help but feel some kind of disappointment at Lawrence’s reaction, though what did you expect? 

Of course he’s not going to say or do anything differently, and as long as you’ve agreed to be Jungkook’s girlfriend, you shouldn’t want him to react any differently. You’re lucky Thalia stepped in when she did or you might’ve completely forgotten you’re supposed to be in a relationship with someone else and would’ve ended up blowing the story for Jungkook entirely. 

“Ah, here we are!” Thalia skips forward out into the late evening night.

The view on the balcony now is even more beautiful with fairy lights adorning the trees along its perimeter. Everyone you recognise seems to be congregating towards one area as it’s almost time to leave to board the cruise ship again. 

“Oh there you are.” Jungkook appears from the middle of the crowd, not seeming to have noticed Lawrence who’s more closely following Thalia. “We’re leaving soon, here.” He hands you your purse you left with him a while earlier. 

“Thanks,” you answer, taking it and checking you haven’t left anything else. “Sorry, we got a bit lost inside.”

“Mhm, that’s fine, I was just about to come look for you anyway,” Jungkook says, looking at Thalia and only then does he notice Lawrence. The lines expressing concern in his face deepen into confusion.

Seeing this change, Lawrence smiles. “Hey mate.”

In a split second Jungkook’s confused frown changes to a smile. “Lawrence!” Reaching forward, the two share a pleasant exchange. 

“It’s been a while, how’ve you been?”

“Not bad, yourself?”

Jungkook nods. “I’ve been alright.”

“Better than alright from what I hear,” Lawrence says, brow raising as he glances in your direction. 

Jungkook’s gaze follows and you smile with a little shrug, subtly nodding at Jungkook.

“Ah.” Jungkook chuckles, taking a step towards your side. “Well, yeah, better than alright,” he confirms with a very believable smile. 

Lawrence laughs, looking between you. From behind him, you catch Thalia standing beside Alex as they watch the interaction play out. 

“I think it’s amazing,” Lawrence says, patting Jungkook’s arm. “You two are great together.”

“You’ve only just seen us again,” you say with a smile. 

“Hm, I’ve seen it for years,” Lawrence replies with a nod of his head and a small sigh as he looks at you. He’s still smiling but when you look at him, the brightness in his eyes has faded. “Trust me,” he says quieter than before, “I was always watching.”

Pursing your lips, you smile but you still feel self conscious as his gaze on you doesn’t budge. “That sounds a little stalker-ish, Lawrence,” you chuckle. 

Laughing, he shrugs. “Might’ve been. I always was a bit of a recluse.”

“I wouldn’t say you were a recluse.”

He arches his brow, lips morphing into a cocky smile. “Then what would you say I was?”

Mirroring his expression, you scoff. “What d’you want me to say, huh? Tall, handsome and mysterious?”

“Took the words right from my mouth,” he says smugly. 

“Ha,” you laugh. Despite it being somewhat true, you respond to say otherwise. “You wish.”

Lawrence smiles. “Ah, I guess those words are reserved for this one, huh?” He nods towards Jungkook. 

“Hm…” you look towards Jungkook who smiles with his lips pursed. It’s not his usual full smile and behind it there seems to be a reservation that tells you he’s being more quiet than usual. Nudging him gently, you beam when he meets your eyes. “Nah, I’ve got better words for this one.”

He nods and chuckles quietly but only briefly. 

You wonder what’s caused the shift in his mood since he seemed so bright only a moment ago when greeting Lawrence. 

“Oh, you’ll have to tell me all about it, I’m interested to hear how things happened between you,” Lawrence says.

Humming quietly, you nod as your attention remains on Jungkook. “Some other time, I think we need to get moving now,” you say, nodding towards the crowd of moving guests ahead of you. 

“Ah, yes,” he answers, turning to look behind him. “I’ll see you around though, yeah?” He places his hand on your arm. 

You don’t pay much attention to it but feel Jungkook pull on your hand gently. 

“Yeah man, we’ll see you around,” he says, reaching to pat Lawrence’s arm. 

Lawrence nods, throwing you a smile before he turns and joins the rest of your party. 

As he walks away, Jungkook turns to you. “Shall we go too?”

You nod, allowing him to lead the way, hand still in yours. There’s a hum of conversation around you as everyone makes their way back towards the cars to take you to the port, but you’re grateful no one interrupts the two of you as you walk alone, a little behind the rest. 

“You okay?” you ask after a quiet moment. 

Jungkook answers almost right away. “Yeah. You?”

“Mhm.” You watch him as he kicks some of the sand beneath his feet with every step. “You sure though?”

He turns to look at you, a smile on his lips though his brows furrow a little in the middle. “Yeah, why?”

“Just,” you shrug. “I thought you seemed a bit quiet back there with Lawrence.”

Jungkook turns away and shrugs. “I’m all good, no reason not to be.” 

It’s not exactly convincing to you, but you take his word for it. If it’s something he wants to tell you, he’ll tell you in his own time if he wants to. Or, it’s actually just nothing and you’re overthinking this for no reason. After all, there is no explanation that you can think of for Jungkook to be upset with Lawrence, especially when he was so happy to see him just now. Yes, you’re just overthinking it. 

“Y/N, Jungkook, please be on time for breakfast tomorrow and not an hour late like last time,” your mother scolds airily as she waves her hand behind her. 

“Yes, mom,” you smile as she turns into her cabin. 

“Will do,” Jungkook nods, raising a hand to say good night to your parents. 

Once their door is closed, Jungkook continues to walk with you towards your cabin. 

“You better wake up earlier this time,” you yawn, pulling out your key card. 

Jungkook scoffs, coming to a stop next to your door. “Me?!” He rests his hand against the door frame, leaning closer. “You’re the one who was still sleeping when I came down.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “You have no proof.”

He matches your smile, cocking his head. “Alright, I’m recording you tomorrow morning, don’t get mad at me when I get your bed head and dried dribble face on camera.”

“Hey,” you pout, leaning against the door frame. “I don’t dribble.”

Jungkook shrugs, smiling. ”Tomorrow I’ll have proof.”

You narrow your eyes at him, internally vowing to wake up early so you can be ready before he comes to you. “There’s no—“

“Oh, Jungkook, Y/N!” 

The sickeningly sweet cotton candy voice has your smile faltering. Jungkook winces, his face hidden from Valentina as she approaches from behind you. 

Slowly, you turn around to face her.

“Well isn’t this just perfect,” she beams, coming to stop beside you both. “We’re neighbours here!” 

Chuckling, you nod your head. “That really is perfect.” 

Valentine smiles again, glancing between the two of you before shrugging. “Well,” she sighs, opening her purse to look for her key card. “Don’t mind me, I was just grabbing a few things. You two enjoy your night.” She waves airily but doesn’t move. 

“Mhm, you too,” you nod. 

As she pulls out her key card, she’s just about to walk away before she pauses to focus on Jungkook and a delicate frown appears on her face. 

Glancing at him, you’re not surprised to see she’s frowning. Jungkook hasn’t said a word and he looks rather pained right now.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” She tilts her head. “You look a little…” She steps closer, frown deepening as she moves until all of a sudden she stops. “Oh.” Her eyes widen, an apologetic pout appearing on her face. “I see, was I interrupting something?” She asks, pointing between you both. 

For a second you’re confused — yes, she interrupted your conversation with Jungkook and she knows that already — but then you remember that you’re supposed to be in a romantic relationship with Jungkook, and the expression on Valentina's face tells you she thinks she’s interrupted something else. 

Jungkook is obviously just as confused. “Huh?”

“You’re both going to bed now, are you not?”

He frowns. “Uh, yeah…”

“Yes, I thought so. Apologies then…” She glances down towards Jungkook’s crotch as the words that follow imply it — “oh, sorry, I must’ve put that fire out.”

A strangled noise escapes Jungkook’s throat and he looks relatively mortified. “What?— no!” He takes a step closer to your side while you somehow pull him closer to your side protectively in an attempt to hide him from her. 

Valentina doesn’t respond to the expressions on neither of your faces and only sighs disappointedly, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “I remember there was a time when I was the one to ignite the fire in your loins.”

The same strangled noise comes from Jungkook and you have to stop from bursting out into laughter. 

“Val,” Jungkook says, “were you not going somewhere?”

“Oh, yes.” She perks up, smiling brightly again. “Well you two lovebirds go ahead.” 

Just when you expect her to walk away, she doesn’t. In fact she stands there waiting for Jungkook and you to go into what she thinks is your shared cabin. 

“We will,” Jungkook says with the fakest smile you’ve seen on him.

Valentina only nods, still waiting.

Jungkook is about to say something again but you know there’s no point. Unlocking your door, you pull him into your room with you. “Bye, Val.”

“Good night,” you hear her respond as the door closes shut. 

Turning around to face Jungkook, you look at him with an expression crossed between shock and amusement. “Oh my God, how did you ever date her?!”

Jungkook groans, collapsing face down onto the end of your bed. “I swear she isn’t that bad, she’s doing it on purpose,” he says, muffled into the sheets.

Humming, you sit at the end of your bed beside him. “I guess so.” You lie down so you’re level with him.

Lying beside him, it’s quiet for a moment as you replay the exchange in your head. “So, she must’ve really been something if she was igniting the fire in your loins.” You can’t help but snort after saying it and Jungkook laughs beside you too, head still buried. 

Now that Valentina isn’t here, you allow yourself to laugh at it and you’re glad Jungkook does too. By the time you’re done laughing at it, you’re wiping away tears.

Lifting his head, he shakes his head. “This isn’t gonna be easy,” he says. 

“Yeah, she really doesn’t make it easy,” you respond quietly. 

Both of you fall silent for a moment again, listening carefully to see if you can hear her footsteps. 

“I can’t hear her anymore,” Jungkook says.

“Me neither.” You turn to look at him. 

He props himself up on his elbows. “So what now?”

“Well, we could wait till she goes away and then you sneak out,” you think aloud. “But how are we gonna do that every night?”

Jungkook nods, understanding. “So I should just stay?”

“I’m cool with it if you are,” you shrug.

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, then he looks at you with a soft frown creasing his forehead. “Are you sure?”

“Totally sure,” you nod, rolling onto your side to lean on your elbow. “Besides, it’s not like we’ve made things easy for ourselves,” you add with a laugh. 

The lines seem to have disappeared from Jungkook’s face but when your eyes search for some kind of clue to his feelings, you find something you can’t decipher hiding behind the brown of his eyes. 

He smiles, releasing a soft breath as he does so, and only now do you realise how close your face is to his. 

“Promise me you’ll tell me if you feel uncomfortable?” he says. 

Nodding, you lift your pinky finger. 

He raises his own hand and closes his own pinky finger around yours. 

“I will,” you promise him.

His smile grows and oddly, you feel your heart do a little flutter in your chest as a warm feeling spreads through you. You’re suddenly reminded of how you felt earlier on in the evening as you lay on the balcony with Jungkook… has he always made you feel this way? Before you can let yourself think about it, Jungkook is leaping off the bed and with him, the feeling disappears. 

“So, I don’t plan on having your mum tell me off tomorrow morning so I’m going to sleep.” He turns to look at you, placing his hand on his hips.  “Slight problem though, my clothes are in my cabin.” 

“Then go get them, duh,” you answer.

“What if Valentina is still outside?” he says, pointing to the door. “It’s only been a few minutes, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s trying to eavesdrop on us right now.”

“Hmm…” you can’t deny he has a point. “Well I guess,” you say, dropping your voice to a whisper, “you won’t know until you try.”

“Alright,” Jungkook sighs, grabbing his phone from the bed. 

You follow him to the door and you’re actually almost surprised when he opens it to reveal no one is there. Jungkook turns to look at you sporting a similar expression on his face and shrugs before stepping out. 

“I guess that makes things easier for us—“

You’re interrupted mid-sentence as Jungkook immediately turns back into the room with a slightly panicked expression, barging into you. 

“Jungkook!” Losing your balance, you feel yourself falling backwards with Jungkook stumbling forward. Your ass hits the floor first and you just manage to bring your arms behind you in time but your head still hits the carpeted floor behind you, and Jungkook who seems to fall in slow motion with you, eventually lands on top of you. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” he mumbles, pushing himself up onto his forearms.

“That really hurt,” you groan, squirming on the floor. You’re grateful the floor is carpeted but both your head and ass still hurt. 

Jungkook looks down at you with concern replacing any previous features. “Where?” 

Rubbing the back of your head, you frown at him. “Everywhere. Why’d you turn back?”

“She’s right there!” Jungkook suddenly whispers instead. “She was practically having sex against the wall with some guy.”

Still recovering from your fall, you look at him confused. “What?”

Jungkook grimaces. “She was outside her room with some guy.”

“But we just saw her!” you respond in a hushed whisper. 

“I know! He must’ve been close by and they were making out like their lives depended on—” 

“Well, this is interesting.”

Rolling your eyes at the sound of her voice, you let your head drop back onto the floor while Jungkook scrambles to move off of you. Moving beside you, he reveals Valentina standing at the door, her lipstick smudged and her hair a bit messier than it was a little while earlier.

She narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. “Foreplay on the floor is new to me, and leaving the door open…” She looks directly at Jungkook. “I didn’t know you were into voyeurism.”

Jungkook visibly freaks out, getting up and pulling you with him. “No, gosh, it was an accident.”

Valentina frowns. “I don’t judge, Jungkook,” she says matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t care if you did,” he replies almost exasperatedly. “But this was just an accident, we fell over.”

“Hm, okay,” she says with a shrug as she glances at the bed. 

You know she doesn’t believe him but really there’s nothing else you can say to make her think otherwise. Besides, you don’t really care what she thinks while your head still hurts. 

“Well, anyway, I’ve got to go.” She looks back at you with a smirk. “How about we both do our best to keep it down tonight, hm?” she winks before turning and fluttering her fingers. “Ta-ta angels, see you in the morning!”

As soon as she’s disappeared from view, you go shut the door behind her, leaning against the wood. 

“Okay, she is so doing it on purpose.”

“I know,” Jungkook agrees almost immediately. “I don’t get why though.”

“I know why,” you say, raising your brows. “She probably still isn’t over you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “If anything, she’s just not used to people moving on from her. Her exes were always all over her when we were together.”

“So she expects you to go crawling back to her?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugs. “She’s really not helping herself though. Maybe I should talk to her, tell her to just give me space…” He looks at you, raising his brow in question.

“You could, but I reckon she’ll just act innocent and pretend she has no clue what you’re talking about.”

“True,” Jungkook sighs.

“Look, it’s fine,” you say, walking over to the drawer. “It’s just Val, nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Throwing a set of satin pyjamas on the bed, you turn around to face him again. “Besides, I’m tired now, my head hurts and I’d like to sleep.”

The frown on Jungkook’s face doesn’t disappear. “It still hurts?” he asks, coming over to you. 

“Yeah, you knocked me over pretty hard, my ass hurts too,” you pout.

Jungkook chuckles, hands coming to rest on your shoulders and he squeezes gently. “Want me to massage it?” he jokes.

“Ooh, good idea. Let’s leave the door open too,” you laugh.

Jungkook smiles, still giving you a shoulder massage and you feel yourself letting go slowly. 

“Mm,” you hum softly, head relaxing. Jungkook steps closer and you let your forehead rest against his chest.

You don’t realise as Jungkook’s hands stop working and gently make their way around your waist, holding you up as you get lost in the warmth of his embrace.

“Should we go to bed before you fall asleep here?” Jungkook says after a moment. 

Pulling away from him, you smile with tired eyes. “Dibs on the bathroom first.”

Jungkook obliges and sits down on your bed while you go first. When it’s his turn, he goes quickly since he has the most minimal night time routine, one of which you’ve always been envious of. 

You’re just finishing brushing your hair when he’s coming out.

“What time is it?” he asks, stepping out as he dries his face. 

“Almost two,” you respond, getting up to walk over to your pyjamas on the bed. 

Jungkook turns around without being told, facing the opposite direction. “D’you think I could go get my clothes from upstairs now?”

You pull on your pyjama bottoms. “Probably not. I don’t think I have anything that would fit you either.”

“What do I do then?” Jungkook asks, his confused tone making you laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t sleep naked half the time, Jeon.”

“Well when I’m alone, yeah. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he says.

“I’m not, don’t worry.” You clamber into bed, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders as you get comfortable. “Just get into bed.”

Still facing away from you, Jungkook shrugs before pulling off his top. You don’t realise you’re staring at him strip until he starts pulling down his pants.

Abruptly, you pull the covers up even higher so you can’t see him. You hear him shuffling and then he stops but you can’t feel him getting into bed.

“Really?” he says. “My abs offend you that much?”

You can’t help but laugh, still keeping your eyes closed as you move the sheets down but place your hand in front of your eyes instead.  “Actually, they make for pretty good eye candy.”

Jungkook gasps scandalously, still shuffling about the room. “Have you been checking me out, Y/N?”

Cocking your head, you smile. “Now what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t appreciate you and your God given looks, hm?”

“A terrible one.”

“Exactly.”

“So why are you covering your eyes?” he asks, his voice growing louder as you feel the covers move beside you. 

“Because there’s another friend of yours that I don’t think I should be seeing as your best friend,” you say, ignoring the way you feel your cheeks go warm when you say it, and especially the way Jungkook’s deep chuckle sounds as you notice the bed dip beside you.

“He’s covered,” he says quietly.

“Not enough.”

Jungkook laughs again and this time you can feel his body beside yours. “That friend is hidden safe and sound, Y/N. You can look now.”

Peeking your eyes open slowly, you see Jungkook right beside you in bed. He’s sitting up, smiling down at you with his abs eye level to you. You’ve seen Jungkook topless before plenty of times, but being this close and being in bed with him is new to you. You’re sure it’s the reason you feel your heart rate rising. 

“Good,” you say, turning away. “Now hide the eye candy please. It’s bedtime, I’ve brushed my teeth and I’m not trying to get a cavity.”

Jungkook laughs, sliding down further into the bed to cover himself up to his shoulders. 

“They’re that sweet, huh?”

“I’d be disappointed if they weren’t, all that time in the gym would just be a waste.”

“Now that’s true,” Jungkook says with a smile, shifting in the bed so he’s more comfortable.

You hum quietly, staying still as Jungkook moves. Only once he’s found his comfortable position, then you do the same, turning onto your belly facing him. 

Jungkook happens to be facing you too and he smiles sleepily as his eyes close. “Good night, Y/N.”

Your eyes remain open for a few seconds as you look at him a little longer. “Mhm, night Koo,” you whisper, smiling even though he can’t see you. 

He looks pretty when he sleeps. You take in every one of his features, unaware that there is still a smile on your face as you do so.

Catching you unaware, Jungkook winks an eye open. “What’re you looking at, hm?” he asks softly with a teasing lilt to his voice. 

You feel flustered, eyes going wide. “There’s something on your face,” you say quickly, brushing nothing off of his face. “Eyelash or something,” you mutter, subconsciously shifting away from him a little since the close proximity definitely isn’t helping. 

“Uh-huh,” he nods, hiding a smile. 

You’re not sure what it is about his smile that makes your heart skip a beat and your senses go fuzzy like they’ve done so more than once now because of Jungkook. It’s odd, he’s not doing anything different, yet you feel different. Mentally, you officially dub this The Jungkook Effect. 

There’s not much you can say to defend yourself so you press your eyes shut and fight back a smile yourself. “Well, anyway, good night.”

“You sure you wanna sleep?” Jungkook teases. 

“Oh shut up,” you say with a laugh, you pull one of the pillows out from behind your head and place it in the small space between your torsos. 

Jungkook lifts his own head off his pillow and looks down at it with an amused smile. “Is this really necessary?”

Lifting your own head and resting on your palm, you arch your brow at him. “I’ve read enough books to know what happens when two people who aren’t dating share a bed.”

Jungkook mirrors your expression and dares to move an inch closer. “And what’s that?”

Smiling like the little know it all you are, you answer, “They wake up in the morning with someone’s cute ass, which would be mine in this case, conveniently pushed up against someone’s dick.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and the smirk on his lips is clear as day. “Ah, which would be mine,” he says, briefly looking down. His lips look wet when he says it and for some reason you find yourself wanting this conversation to continue on the same wavelength it is right now… but it’s also at this moment you realise you’re lying in bed and practically flirting with your best friend.

“Exactly,” you say, letting out a small breath as you fall back into your pillow, looking up to the ceiling.

Pursing his lips, Jungkook hides a smile. “Well I guess we definitely don’t want that to happen.”

You stifle a laugh as you lightly whack him with the pillow between you before putting it back in its place. “Shut it, Jeon.” 

He chuckles, falling back into his pillow. “Just kidding,” he murmurs, sliding further beneath the covers and getting comfortable. “Good night, Y/N.”

With a tired smile, you hum. “Good night, Koo.”

The stops at St Tropez and Nice both pass as quickly as the first few cities in Spain and before you know it, you’ve visited all the cities scheduled for France too. The stop in Barcelona has been your favourite so far though ��� the resort the Diamindis’ booked for the families on the cruise most definitely did not disappoint and the riding you got to do was just a big bonus, especially watching Alias struggling with his mare. 

The whole Jungkook situation has been pretty easy to navigate too. Now that the important people in your life know it’s not real, it makes it easier and Jungkook and you only need to behave as you normally do so you’re both happy. On top of that, you’ve noted that you haven’t had any more experiences with the Jungkook effect, though you’re not sure you can say that pleases you. 

It’s also been a while since you’ve hung out with Lawrence. He seemed to stay close in the first few days but you figured it must be his parents encouraging him to socialise with some of the other families since he’s not at home much. This became true enough when you saw him stuck at a table in some fancy restaurant in Nice with the Maddison’s. 

Although you did hope to get to spend some more time with Lawrence, at least for old times sake, you can’t say you care much, especially since Sophia has finally joined you. 

“Why don’t we go to the pool?” you say, raising your brows at Sophia. It’s almost midnight but you’re still lounging on a quieter deck with Jungkook and Alias. Since it’s a sea day tomorrow, you don’t need to be up early and it seems like it’ll be more fun than the last time now that Sophia is here too.

She perks up at that, turning towards you. “It’s closed right?”

“Yep, but that just makes it better,” you smile, ignoring Jungkook and Alias scoffing at your change in opinion — last time you were adamant that you should be following the rules. 

“Okay, let’s do it.” She looks at Jungkook and Alias. “You guys joining us?”

“Sure,” Alias hops up. “It’ll be fun to see Y/N break the rules,” he grins at you.

Sassing him, you get up too. “This time I’m pushing you in.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Alias tenses, flexing his biceps. “I’m 73 kilos of this,” he nods.

It’s no secret that Alias has an impressive figure, but unwilling to cave, you just roll your eyes and playfully swat his arm. “Whatever.”

“Alright, let’s meet at the top deck pool in ten minutes?” Jungkook says hopping up from the lounge. 

“Make that fifteen,” Sophia says. “I don’t know where I put all my swimsuits.”

Agreeing, you all head towards the upper decks, only splitting up to go towards your respective corridors to your cabins. Sophia and Alias go right towards the corridor where their family cabins are situated, while Jungkook and you still need to walk a little further to get back to your shared cabin.

Surprisingly, it’s been easy to share a cabin with Jungkook. Most days you come back from whatever activity you had that day and knock out easily since you’re so tired. On top of that, your pillow idea seems to be working perfectly and you haven’t experienced any awkward or uncomfortable moments. There have, however, been a few times you’ve mistaken the pillow for Jungkook and in the split second it takes you to realise it’s only the pillow, you can swear your heart skips a beat and your pulse races. The disappointment that follows is something you can’t seem to explain to yourself. 

“So Sophia comes and all of a sudden you’re Little Miss Daredevil, huh?” Jungkook says, as you walk together. 

You glance at him and note how handsome he looks today. After spending some time in the sea while in Nice, his dark locks are curled and framing his face perfectly. He walks with his hands in his short pockets and the linen material of his shirt blows in the evening air giving the occasional glimpse of his lean figure. It occurs to you that this is going to be coming off in a short while when you go to the pool—

Oop. You pause your thoughts, realising that the little flutter you just felt down south was definitely due to picturing your best friend topless. A part of you feels guilty wondering if Jungkook would be embarrassed, but you also know that Jungkook knows what you think of his physique. You pretty much said it all the other night and he’s caught you looking plenty of times before that, even making jokes about it when you did.

“She brings out that side of me,” you sigh, smiling as you descend the steps that lead towards your corridor.

“Alias and I aren’t good enough for you, huh?”

“Don’t take it personally,” you joke, and Jungkook just laughs quietly so he doesn’t wake up anyone as you walk past some cabins. 

Once back at your own, you quickly change into a bathing suit and throw on a hoodie and shorts so in case any staff see you, they don’t suspect you’re planning on going to the pool.

Alias is already waiting at the top deck and you can also see he’s brought some drinks along with him. He’s chosen not to cover up and is revealing his washboard abs for the whole world to see, and let’s not forget those killer thighs of his. 

“Beat you here,” he says without even thinking.

“Who was counting?” Jungkook says, bumping shoulders with him on purpose. 

“I was,” Alias responds, and quickly the two resort to their childish antics as Jungkook pulls him into a headlock. You choose to sit and watch, dipping your toes in the pool as you throw your hoodie to the side. 

“Guys, shut up, we can hear you from a mile away,” you hear Sophia’s voice from behind you as she climbs the steps to your deck. 

Jungkook and Alias stop mid-wrestle and you get up to pull your shorts off. 

“Huh?” Alias frowns, pulling himself free from Jungkook. “We?”

Once Sophia is standing on the deck, you see someone else coming up behind her. 

Lawrence. 

Sophia steps to the side as he steps up. “Yeah, we,” she repeats. 

“Hey guys,” Lawrence says with a harmless smile, glancing across at you all.

“Hey,” you smile back.

“Oh, hey man,” Alias waves. 

Jungkook smiles too with a nod of his head. 

“I saw Lawrence on the way so I thought I’d ask him to join us,” Sophia explains as she too pulls off an oversized hoodie. 

“I hope that’s alright,” Lawrence chuckles awkwardly.

“The more the merrier,” Alias says with a shrug. “So,” he looks at you, “who are we pushing in first?”

“You,” you smile. 

Alias spreads his arms, inviting you. “I’d love to see you try, babe.”

Glancing to his right, you subtly raise your brow at Jungkook who smiles back at you. In a split second, Alias is being lifted from the ground and tossed into the pool. 

Sophia and you jump into the pool right after, surfacing close to Alias.

“I thought we were friends,” he laughs at Jungkook splashing water towards him. “Gosh, I forgot how whipped you are.” 

Jungkook just laughs and shrugs. “Sorry, man,” is all he says.

“You getting in?” Sophia asks Lawrence as she joins you next to the pool, dipping your toes first. 

He nods. “I guess.” He glances around looking at the empty surroundings. This top deck is pretty big considering it’s wholly private.

“What?” Alias holds out his arms. “We’re not good enough for you?” he jokes. 

“Of course you are,” Lawrence says before he shrugs, lips curving into a smile. “I just think with all this space, we could do something more.”

“Oh.” Sophia raises her brows, intrigued. “Like what?”

She speaks for all of you as you all look at him.

“I risk sounding like a five year old,” he says with a small laugh, “but how about hide and seek.” He looks around again. “We’re on a ship, we’ve got plenty of hiding spaces.”

The rest of you glance at each other and it’s clear that you’re all in agreement.

Alias jumps out of the pool. “Alright, but it’s hide and seek chase.” He grabs a towel and dries himself off. “I’m it first,” he adds with a devilish smile.

“Even better,” Lawrence says, pleased that everyone is on board. “Are we splitting up or staying together?”

“I’ll go with Y/N,” Jungkook says, approaching your side as you get up from the side of the pool. The air is chilly to your wet skin but you quickly warm up as Jungkook helps you pat dry.

“I’ll stay with Lawrence,” Sophia says, walking over to his side.

“Alright let’s stick to the top two decks when hiding, but if I’m chasing you, we can go anywhere,” Alias says, pulling on a linen tee.

“Where’s the base?” you ask, covering yourself up too. 

“Here?” Sophia proposes.

“Or only inside the pool,” Jungkook adds to the suggestion with a shrug.

Lawrence nods in agreement, as do the rest of you.

“Alright,” Alias smirks. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before starting to count down, “one hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight…”

The rest of you bolt immediately knowing that 100 seconds with Alias will only be 50, if that.

Sophia doesn’t even wait for Lawrence’s confirmation before running in the direction she came from but he follows her anyway.

With a tight hold on your hand, Jungkook pulls you in the opposite direction, already running faster than you can keep up with. 

“Slow down,” you laugh, squeezing his hand.

“C’mon,” he says without turning back and without slowing down. “We gotta get away first, he’s only gonna count to ten.”

Just as you suspected, even with the distance that’s been put between you already, you can hear Alias yell out for you all to hear.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

You’re just grateful there’s no cabins near here. 

It feels like you’re running for a mile, starting outside before Jungkook takes you through a door and down multiple corridors and even two smaller staircases you had no idea existed. He’s slower now which comes and a relief to you, but you’re still panting from all the sprinting.

“Koo, where the hell are we going?” you ask, tugging on his hand to make him stop.minutes, you find yourself on a part of the ship you’ve never been to before.

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” you say, not really caring about being lost because you’re just glad Jungkook stopped running.

“No, I’ve been here before.” Judging by the way he’s walking, it does seem like he knows where he’s going. “We’re near our cabin.” 

“Really?” You look around, frowning at your surroundings. “I don’t recognise it.”

“Yep,” Jungkook takes your hand as he taps his pass on a door to go down a corridor which you still don’t recognise but from the smell, seems to be near the kitchen. 

“Wait, Jungkook…” you pause, looking back at a small sign above where Jungkook tapped his card. Staff only. “How?” you ask in bewilderment.

Jungkook just pulls you forward with a smug look on his face “Alias gave it to me. He got one for himself and Alex too.”

Of course he did. “He’s trying to get us kicked off, I swear.”

“It’s just for a little fun,” Jungkook grins. “Besides, this way, we can win the game.”

“Yeah, except Alias can get in here too then.”

Coming to a split in the corridor, Jungkook stops. “Oh yeah,” he mumbles. “Well, 

“Hey!”

Jungkook and you both turn on the spot to the sound of a voice from ahead of you. It’s a member of staff, the same one from the night Alias and Jungkook jumped in the pool. He seemed pretty mad at the time and seeing his expression now as he starts walking towards you, he seems the same. You don’t blame him, he was chasing you guys for the better part of ten minutes.

“Run?” Jungkook whispers, his fingers clasping yours tightly.

“Run,” you nod.

Before you know it, your legs are moving as Jungkook leads you down the closest corridor.

“Hey! Stop!” 

You almost feel bad about running away, but at the same time, you know that the guy is only trying to stop you to feed whatever power trip he’s on, so you keep running as fast as you can to try to keep up with Jungkook.

“Do you know where you’re going?” you huff, looking over your shoulder.

The guy is right behind you. 

“No,” Jungkook laughs, slowing down as he sees a corridor to his right. 

“Keep going,” you laugh too, pulling him down the corridor before the guy can catch up. 

“Oi, I said stop!” he yells.

“What d’you think, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, though he shows no sign of stopping. “Should we listen to him?”

“Never,” you respond, glancing back again. He seems to be slowing down but you don’t stop yet. This time, you take the lead and go down a smaller corridor which you realise leads to a staircase.

“Up,” Jungkook ushers you, letting you go first. Luckily it;s a short one and Jungkook comes up close behind you.

“Left or right?” you ask, glancing down the corridor. The left leads to a door which heads outside, the right leads to a door which seems to hide a dimly lit corridor.

Jungkook takes your hand again, going left. As he pushes the door open, you hear the guy is still coming close behind you. “Stop,” he yells.

You’re honestly surprised he’s still chasing you but you’re also tired now and really just want to stop. “Koo, I think I have asthma,” you breathe out, feeling your steps slow down.

Jungkoook chuckles, looking back at you. “Y/N, we’ve been through this before, you don’t have asthma.”

You would pout because you know he’s righ and you still want to stop but you also don’t want that guy to catch up to you. 

Still, Jungkook glances around while jogging as though he’s looking for something. “Ah, there!”

You’re too tired to ask what, only letting Jungkook lead you across the deck to a door which takes you back inside. As you enter, you see the staff still coming behind you. Gosh, he’s bothered. After only a few yards, Jungkook uses the staff pass to open a door on your right. Inside is a small room with a few shelves lining the walls and one big one in the middle; it’s full of rescue equipment.

“What the hell, Koo?” you laugh, letting him take you inside as he closes the door quickly. 

He takes you to hide behind the biggest shelf in the middle of the room. With your back pressed against it, he stands close in front of you so he can still see the door.

When you look up at him, you see a massive grin on his face and that mischievous gleam in his eyes that you love.

“You’re crazy,” you murmur, restraining a laugh.

“Shh,” he whispers, placing his hand beside your head as he takes the smallest step closer, one that’s enough for you to feel the warmth of his breathing as his chest rises and falls so close to you. 

The sensation makes you fall quiet anyway and you’re sure that even if you did speak, no one from outside would be able to hear you, but you’re rather enjoying the feeling of having him this close to you. The smell of his perfume – your favourite – fills you with every heavy inhale as you catch your breath too, and suddenly, you find this feeling familiar.

That damned Jungkook effect. 

Since you’re stuck here hiding for a few moments, you can do nothing but just embrace it as it comes. Apparently you’re embracing it a little too much as you don’t realise your eyes close and your head slowly moves closer to his chest. It just feels so good being this close to him – feeling his warmth, smelling him… his body is so close to yours, you wonder what would happen if you just took another step forward and–

“You okay there?” Jungkook’s voice comes out low with a humorous lilt.

‘“Hm?” Your eyes go wide as you realise your head was resting on his chest. “Sorry,” you mumble, suddenly feeling your cheeks go warm. “I’m tired, it’s late.”

“Mhm, that’s okay.”

Looking up, you see the mischievous gleam in his eyes has changed to something playful. 

“You can use me as a pillow anytime,” he adds with a wink.

Scoffing, you poke him in the chest. “Well I gotta put these pecs to use somehow.”

He laughs quietly before poking his head out to the side. “Come on, I think he’s gone and we’ve got a game to get back to.”

You follow him to the door and find the corridor empty, thankfully. “Alias has probably already found the other guys.”

“That would make us the winners.”

“Mm, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get back to base first.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jungkook pauses, looking around. “Where is the base from here?”

“Um…” Stopping beside him, you look around too. It’s hard to tell when it’s dark but there’s some parts of the deck which look familiar to you. “I think we keep going forward.”

“Actually, I think we’ve passed the way up.”

“What?” you frown, looking up confused. 

“Well the pool was at one of the top decks and there’s one way up which we missed, no?”

“I don’t think so.”

Jungkook looks down at you, his brows raised. “Really?”

“Really,” you say, taking his hand to tug him along, except he doesn’t move. When you look back at him, you see he’s got his brows raised with a smile, one that only spells a challenge. 

“Oh, c’mon, Koo,” you sigh. 

He shrugs before swinging your hand. “Let’s see who gets there first then,” he says in a sing-songy voice.

“Fine,” you shrug, already turning away from him. “Just be careful Alias doesn’t get you on your way.”

“I’ll be fine, just look out for yourself,” he responds as he already starts skipping back the other way. 

Shaking your head, you turn back to look at your surroundings. You’re sure there’s a small staircase somewhere near here that you’re supposed to go up which should be close to the pool. It’s when you’re glancing around now that you realise it’s actually quite scary being alone on an empty deck late at night with no company but the sea.

Taking a few steps back, you look down the way you came to see if Jungkook might still be there but of course he’s not – he’s probably running to make sure he gets back before you.

Sighing, you continue down the path that seems familiar to you, only to hear a small bang from somewhere in front of you. Immediately, you’re relieved to see Lawrence coming around the corner ahead of you.

He smiles when he sees you. “Hey,” he says, voice hushed. 

“Hey,” you answer, looking behind him. “Was that bang you?”

He looks back, confused for a split second before he nods. “Oh, yeah, I just jumped down the last few steps when I was coming down.”

“Right. Where’s Alias and Sophia?”

“Well Alias tried to get me just a little while ago but I lost him,” he says, looking proud of himself before he frowns. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“We split up,” you answer with a smug smile. “He thinks the base is back this way.” You point in the direction that he went in. “But I know it’s this way.” You point in the opposite direction.

Lawrence chuckles, looking at you somewhat endearingly though it goes unnoticed by you. “Uh, Y/N, it’s the other way.”

“Huh?” you frown, looking back. “Really?” 

“Yep,” he nods, hiding an amused smile. “I can show you the way if you like?”

Sighing in defeat, you agree to go with him. “It’s not like I have any chances of beating him now.”

“Ah,” Lawrence sighs as he falls into stride beside you. “Still got the competitive streak I see?”

“Me?” you laugh quietly, glancing at him.

“Mhm, you,” he says matter-of-factly, still sporting a smile.

Looking at him now, you note how relaxed and care-free he seems. You’re not sure whether it’s because his usually swept back hair is now falling freely, or if it’s because of the glow on his face from the light sheen of sweat from the humidity of the evening air. It’s nice to see him like this, even the smile is a difference – growing up he always seemed so mysterious and quiet which no doubt had to do with the pressure he faced as an only child and a big family name to live up to. 

“Well, it’s good you remember. I won’t be losing today either,” you say with a playful nudge.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he laughs. “If we bump into Alias, I’m ditching you fast.”

“I hope so, you’re dead weight to me.”

“Hey!” He nudges you back as he still laughs, loosely running his hand through his hair.

“Mm, remember when we were kids?” you say, suddenly reminiscing. “We used to do this stuff all the time.”

Lawrence nods. “I do,” he says with a smile. “There was one Christmas, we all went up to that chalet in… oh, where was it?” he frowns, looking at you. “Courchevel?”

“Hm…” You shake your head as it rings a bell. “I don’t think so, there was only one year we celebrated Christmas abroad all together and it wasn’t in France.”

“Switzerland?”

“Yes!” You say, pointing your finger at him as you suddenly remember the finer details of the trip.  “At St Moritz, we had that massive suite at Kempinski.”

“That's the one,” Lawrence says with a smile matching yours. “D’you remember those nights we would always want to go out but our parents never let us? So we used to run around hiding from them.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I remember Leon and Helena would get so mad, even I was scared of them but their own kids never even cared.”

“My parents got mad too but we still did it every night,” Lawrence laughs, his walk slowing down as the two of you approach the bow. “I wonder how he were so brave,” he continues, “I bet it was Alias’s idea, all the fun stuff was always his idea.”

“Mm, actually, I think it was yours,” you say, tilting your head towards him. 

“Really?” Lawrence questions, brow raised as he walks closer to the ledge overlooking the tranquil evening sea though you can’t actually see much besides a distant glittering coastline. 

“Mhm, really,” you nod, coming to stand beside him.

Lawrence turns so he’s facing you, a thoughtful expression on his face but his lips are still curved in a smile as they have been this whole time. “I’m surprised you remember.”

You shrug. “I remember a lot of things.”

Lawrence opens his mouth as though to say something before closing it. 

“What?” you ask, turning to face him too. 

He shakes his head. “I was about to ask something but it’s probably gonna sound stupid.”

“Stupid questions are my favourite to answer,” you say with a smile. 

He arches a brow, his smile changing to something more timid. “D’you remember a lot about me or just everything in general?”

You laugh, not having expected that. Lawrence isn’t really the conceited type so you don’t think it’s coming from a place of vanity, and the shy hesitancy he says it with almost makes him seem cute — like he wants you to say him.

“Both I guess,” you answer honestly. 

He laughs too, one that reminds you of the days you spent daydreaming about him. It feels almost nostalgic, certainly not the same. If this was a few years ago you might’ve gotten butterflies from just hearing that laugh but now you only feel happy to see him letting his guard down and smiling which is a rare occurrence with him.

“Are you surprised?” you ask.

“Well, yeah,” he says, still with a shyness. “I thought I just went unnoticed in school.”

“Unnoticed? You were without a doubt one of the most popular guys in school.”

He shrugs. “Never felt like it.”

You scoff in amusement. “Yeah, because imagine being the one to receive almost 100 cards on Valentine’s Day every year, not to mention the endless notes in your lockers.”

“Ah,” Lawrence laughs softly. “Okay I see your point.” He glances towards you. “Never got one from you though.”

“I was too shy,” you say, trying to hide the truth a little with a tone of sarcasm. 

“Probably would’ve said yes if it was from you,” he says with a playful smirk.

“Thanks for telling me this late,“ you laugh. “But wait…” You look at him in amusement, having just processed some of what he’s said. “So you’re telling me you had no idea that I had a crush on you in school?!”

Confusion is the first and only emotion you manage to catch on Lawrence’s face, the rest passing in a second. “I had no idea!” he says, half laughing while still in what can only be surprise. “You liked me?” He looks at you and you notice a tinge of pink colouring his cheeks.

“For a long time,” you laugh. “Though I don’t know why, you never paid me much attention until college.”

Lawrence doesn’t skip a beat when answering. “I had to! I’m two years older than you, any attention I wanted to give you throughout school might’ve just caused problems and I didn’t want that for you.”

“Well, how thoughtful of you to not want me to be the subject of stupid rumours, meanwhile I was left to pine over you,” you say somewhat sarcastically but still humourful. “If only I knew that you were being so considerate…” only now do you realise exactly what it is that Lawrence has just said… “Hang on.” You pause, brows creasing as you turn to look at him. “You what?”

Lawrence suddenly hesitates, timidly. “I had a thing for you,” he mumbles after a few seconds.

“You did?”

“Mhm, for a while. It’s always been there… still is.”

Your head is reeling… you could’ve had Lawrence. You still could have Lawrence – he’s telling you as much – but…

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask softly, still dumbfounded.

“I wanted to,” he admits with a small smile, just about managing to look at you now. “Your first year of college, but you seemed so carefree and I didn’t wanna be the older guy tying you down. Even though it’s just one year, everyone has fun in first year so I wanted you to have that too.” He purses his lips before releasing a small breath as he looks away. 

“I wouldn’t have cared about that,” you say quietly with a laugh. 

To your relief, Lawrence laughs too, albeit awkwardly. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I tried again in my last year, your third.” He glances at you before shrugging. “I don’t think you cared for it though.”

It’s easy to remember what he’s talking about now — there’s no way you wouldn’t remember all the times Lawrence tried to shoot his shot with you, especially because you could never figure out why you denied it to him and yourself.

Lawrence continues in your moment of silence. “I always thought it was because of Jungkook.”

All the thoughts come to a standstill in your mind… 

“Now I know I was right,” Lawrence says with a wistful smile. 

Is this your answer? The reason you never wanted to pursue Lawrence even after having a crush on him for so long — because of Jungkook? 

It’s even crazier to you that right now, it doesn’t seem so bizarre. 

Jungkook has always felt right. Maybe you do care about him in more ways than you realised, maybe everything Lawrence is saying is true, and maybe everything Alex has been saying for months now is true. There’s obviously a reason you’ve started to feel differently around him, not to mention you’re always finding any and every excuse to be with him.

Lawrence continues, unaware of the thoughts unravelling in your head. “I just wish I’d had the courage to say something sooner, but it’s my fault.” He takes a step closer and the feeling of his hand brushing yours draws you back into this moment. 

Looking up, you meet his gaze to see soft eyes and furrowed brows. 

“Now it’s all out there though,” he says in a voice quiet enough to be a whisper, “I have to know…” 

His eyes search yours and he hesitates for a brief moment before you feel his fingers lace between yours. “It is too late, right?”

note. please interact with all parts and share your thoughts with me! <3 part 2 here

[quillsnink]

• You couldn't believe it, just couldn't. How did you get so lucky, you questioned yourself as you landed in Seoul after a long flight. You felt as though you were still in one of your dreams as you calmly stood outside the Incheon airport and took in the sights of the bustling city. This is happening, right ? Oh my God this is actually happening.

• You had jokingly entered a fan contest four months ago, where the winner would get to meet Stray Kids and shoot an episode with them, clearly believing that luck would never be on your side anyways, but what's the harm in trying. You had forgotten all about it as you returned to your daily life, going to work and coming back home and repeating the same old boring cycle.

• However life had other plans and one day you find yourself staring at an email notification from the JYP team. You opened up the email with your eyes wide in shock and surprise and you saw that you were the winner of the contest and they would soon send you more details about the show and everything else.

• You stare at the email, shocked, completely mind boggled. You couldn't believe such a good thing was happening to you of all people. You would meet Stray Kids and you couldn't process that information as your brain short circuited and was still buffering.

• Now as you were on set for the show, you were waiting in anticipation for the boys to come in. As the make up artist did your makeup, you couldn't help but have some self doubt creep in. What if they don't like me ? What if I mess this up ? What if I do something wrong ? What if they find me unattractive ? What if they find me annoying ? What if I don't look good on camera ? With so many what ifs running through your brain, you looked completely in discomfort. The makeup artist must have sensed your discomfort.

• She offered you a kind smile and said "Miss Y/N don't sweat this. I understand this is your first time in front of a camera but believe me I've known the boys for years and they're absolute sweethearts and are very friendly. You have nothing to worry about. Do follow the script from time to time but don't forget to add some of your charisma in the show. Just be yourself". You find yourself nodding to what she says but still couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

• When you finally met the boys, you were starstruck. The camera still wasn't rolling but you found it difficult to even speak a single word as they stood in front of you. You managed a meek "annyeonghaseyo Y/N imnida" ("hello my name is Y/N") and blinked in shyness. The eight boys smiled warmly at you and introduced themselves in a playful manner.

• It was Chan who brought you out of your stunned and awkward silence as he said "you look like you've seen a ghost, don't worry, we don't bite. Just take it easy", he teased, making you smile a little.

• The cameras weren't rolling yet, but you noticed the members showed genuine interest in getting to know you . They asked you where you were from and how you were finding Korea and some other small questions to bring you at ease. You answered them in your broken Korean mixed with English, making hand gestures as you struggled to find the right words sometimes with Felix and Chan being your saviours.

• The other members found it endearing how you were trying to speak in their language and they found your hand gestures struggling for words equally adorable. You were oblivious to the heart eyes you were already getting from them. They complimented your efforts to speak Korean and you were like "thank you that means so much coming from native speakers, i mean guys, there's a saying that if you speak to a man in his language then you speak to his heart" and they were like "ooooooh wahhhh you that was a good one, you're effortlessly wrapping us around your fingers" and you blushed softly.

• Finally after the crew did one last touch of make up to the boys and explained the concept, the camera started rolling.

• First came the whisper challenge game where the members would wear noise cancelling headphones with music playing while the member sitting in front of them would have to guess the word or phrase. (Sorry guys I don't watch much variety shows so I don't really know Korean group games, this is only one that came to mind 😅).

• First it was Han and your turn. For you the words would be in English so as to make it easier to guess and for the members it would be mixed.

• "I like sweet potato lattes", said Han, in a very animated way. "I like saying buona notte ?", you screamed back in confusion, what was this English and Italian mix. "Ani ani , I like sweet potato lattes", he tried saying in a more animated way. "I like sweeping lattes ?" You continued to make wild guesses, each one got weirder than the previous one and the members were in peals of laughter as they watched you struggle. You finally got it right after much hilarity and pulled off the headphones, laughing in defeat, and blushing furiously.

• The game continued with Felix and Minho, with Minho saying " i like sweets, they're the best" and Felix going wild with guesses like "penguins are the best ?" "our fan's tweets are next ?" "high rise wheats are there less ?" and you and the members were unable to control your laughter especially at Minho's deadpan expression to Felix's struggle. Soon the time was up and Felix sighed in frustration and defeat and whined "ahh this is difficult".

• One by one the members were paired up and some of them got the answers right while the other continued making wilder guesses. Finally it was your turn with Changbin.

• "You look beautiful today", he whispered, with a smile playing on his lips. You blinked in confusion and raised your eyebrows and guessed the phrases like "you booked fuel today ?", "you took bountiful day ?" "ew ew beetroot day ?" you looked at the others for hints only to be met with uncontrollable laughter.

• Finally the segment ended and y'all had to take a 15 minutes break. The members came up to you, and now feeling more confident to speak to them were like "guys what on earth was that, i mean i failed miserably", you laughed, remembering the game. The guys laughed along with you and you couldn't help but feel warm at their friendliness. The makeup artist was right.

• Next segment was the pepero game. You knew this game all too well as you had watched it multiple times in variety shows and your heart skipped a beat. No no no no no, you thought, I'll have a heart attack with them getting closer while biting the stick stuck in between you two's lips, as y'all try not to break it. Jesus Christ no no no this can't be happening.

• The pepero game brought a playful tension to the room, with each member secretly hoping for a turn with you. Hyunjin volunteered to go first.

• "Do you want to be my partner Y/N?", he asked you. You were stunned but you brushed it off and nodded and prepared yourself for the game. Hyunjin approached with a calm confidence, his eyes never leaving your face, that made your heart race. As you both nibbled down the stick, the whole room watched intently, but just as you were about to meet in the middle, he accidentally broke the stick, laughing with you and playfully shrugged it off and his gaze lingered on you for a second longer, before returning to stand beside Jeongin.

• After a few turns between the members it was soon your turn again. For a first timer playing this game, you found out you weren't too bad at this game, just that it was extremely distracting to have Stray Kids closer to your face. With Bang Chan, there was an undeniable tension as you both leaned in, closer and closer, your gazes locked while your heartbeat skyrocketed, the two of you broke into laughter only at the very end and he smiled at you, which flashed his cute dimples.

• "You're doing great Y/N", said Chan with a shy smile, clearly blushing and recovering from the playfully intense moment. You thanked him, while a blush formed on your cheeks. Good god I'm going to die like this, having them so close to my face, ahh my heart needs to calm down, you thought.

A/N : Will write a part 2 for this very soon, I felt like this was getting very long for one part. Do like and comment if you liked it :) You can find the rest of my masterlist here.

[yurozo]

resident evil — vape shop au

this overtakes restaurant au for the dumbest thing i've ever written. i work in a vape shop, and this has been a month-long conversation between the coworkers on what each resident evil character would smoke.

18+ only, because smoke stuff, don't do it kids. contains: carlos, leon, chris. please let me know if you want other characters, i am at your humble service.

as customers:

carlos: this man isn't much of a vaper, but he smokes weeds like nobody's business. every two weeks he comes in looking for a new bong (usually small, and needs to have some sort of cool decoration on it. if it has something pink, the man is handing over his credit card) because he keeps breaking his. either he drops them or one of his pets knocks it over. he also never goes through the process of cleaning them, which inevitably leaves jill the burden of having to buy bong cleaner for him in hopes that one day he will use it. it will collect dust with the rest of the bottles somewhere in his room, laying dormant on a shelf.

the employees are all horrendously down bad for him, mostly because he always comes right after the gym in muscle shirts and a tight pair of shorts. the whole work groupchat is filled with carlos smiled at me today, he wants me so bad.

not that it's necessarily their fault, he's annoyingly chivalrous and has a litany of pickup lines at the ready. you need a ladder to reach something? carlos is behind you and ready to grab it at a moments notice.

leon:

a firm man of routine-- buys the same flavour, same brand, every time without fail. peach blue razz, low puff count because he likes a small device. no, he does not want to try something new. you're wasting your time offering it to him. by the time a couple weeks roll around, you know exactly what to grab the moment he swings open the door.

he's embarrassed he's gotten into this whole thing honestly. hit luis' once after a stressful shift, and it was hook line and sinker. he calls them his shame vapes, and hides it in his sleeve so no one he works with will ever know.

god forbid if an employee ever flirts with him. he tried once to say something flirty back and got so embarrassed he didn't show up for two weeks, nicotine addiction be damned. if you can convince him into trying something new, he's not gonna tell you if he doesn't like it. he'll nod and walk out with his tail between his legs.

and honestly? he just kinda looks like a cop. younger people know to pull out their id when he's browsing, assuming he's undercover. ask him how his day is? he will respond "it's going." every single time.

chris:

tobacco flavoured vapes only. "what tastes most like a cigarette" type motherfucker. he'll try whatever cotton candy vape claire has, claims he hates it, and then take multiple puffs anyways. he really only got into it because claire claimed it was better for him than smoking a pack every day. he buys a vape and then proceeds to smoke a cigarette outside the store anyway.

his routine entirely depends on how stressed out he is, and this shop is both his nicotine hookup and his social outing for the week. it takes him a while to open up beyond the typical customer interaction, but once you get him out of his shell, there's no putting him back in it. bring up sports or something else he's interested in, and he's giving you a long lecture.

hitting on him will entirely depend on his mood and your approach. going in strong by complimenting his arms will only get a half-sheepish response, but gently nudging him into talking about himself is what will get you the full chris redfield experience. sometimes he forgets that these people live relatively normal lives, and will pull some batshit insane lore with the casualty of someone who has forgotten that most people have never even held a gun.

[naughtynoodle]

The Promise of Something Sweet

After complaining to one of your old friends about not being able to get ahold of the famous chocolate muffins in the Olympic village, you get an invite to help prepare a batch just for yourself.

CW: 18 + , smut with some plot

Tendo x Ushijima x f!reader

WC: ~ 4.4k

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You let out a sigh, resigning yourself to the nearest table. It had been the tenth day with no sign of the infamous chocolate muffin and honestly you were starting to get irritated. You had seen many athletes with multiple of them on their trays and couldn't help but get upset over how selfish it seemed to you. But, there was nothing you could do about it. It didn't seem to matter what time you came, there were never any there. Suddenly a tray clanks down next to you, which brings you out of your thoughts.

You look up and see your old high school classmate, Ushijima. You nodded in greeting before going back to your own meal. The two of you ate in silence for the most part.

“Congratulations on making it to the next round.” His deep voice breaks the silence.

“Thank you, and you as well. I know the last game was close.” you reply before taking a sip of water. You can see him nod in your peripheral vision. “I still can't get over how much Hinata has changed.”

He snorts, likely agreeing with you. He never thought the scrawny boy would evolve as much as he had from high school. He used to be an awful player.

“I still remember how mad coach was when we lost to Karasuno in third year.” He reminisced, a small on his face.

“Nobody saw it coming, to be honest.” You set your elbow on the table and rest your chin your palm while looking towards him. “It was nice to claim victory over you by going to nationals though.”

His eyebrows raise at your teasing tone and you laugh.

“I'm teasing, Ushi.” You speak again and he hums in reply.

“Have you seen Tendo since we arrived?” He asks, food long forgotten as he watches you shake your head.

“No, but we have texted a little bit.” You sigh, “Though I admit I have been tempted to complain to him that his muffins are too popular.”

Ushijima looks at you in question, watching your lips form a pout.

“I haven't gotten to try a single one in the ten days we've been here. It's such bullshit.” You huff, looking off across the cafeteria. You miss the look of amusement on his face before he whips out his phone and sends Tendo a text.

“They are good.”

Your head snaps in his direction and your mouth falls open in shock.

“You've had one?!” Your eyes narrowed in betrayal, “And you didn't share. How rude.”

“I'm under no obligation to share.” He replies steadily and you cross your arms.

“We've always shared sweets, even in high school.” You argue and his lips quirk up in amusement.

“You mean the three of us did.” He corrects.

“So you're saying you only share if Tendo is involved?” You scoff at your friend.

“That's right.”

“I'm going through seven stages of grief and you're only making it worse somehow.”

To this he laughs at before shaking his head. Just when you're about to bicker with him some more your phone pings on the table, showing a text message from Tendo.

[ Satori: I've heard you have a little problem. ]

Your eyes traverse towards Ushijima who not so subtly refuses to meet your gaze and instead goes back to eating his food.

[ You: I didn't realize he had become such a gossip.

Satori: You'd be surprised. Anywayyys, are you busy tonight?

You: Not really, no

Satori: Great, meet me here at 6

Satori: {location attached}

You: Is that your apartment? I could leak this to all the fans y'know

Satori: yeah yeah, see you at 6 ]

“You're unbelievable, I can't believe you told my secrets.” You lightly shove the man next to you who feigns innocence.

“Since when have you had secrets from us?” He looks at you pointedly.

“Everyone has at least one or two secrets, Ushi.” You start to clean up your tray, “Anyways, I'm going to go shower and nap before meeting Tendo later. You try and rest up too.”

“Enjoy the cardboard.”

You flip him off while walking away.

_

There was a light breeze blowing through the skirt of your sundress as you made your way to Tendo's apartment. It was only a twenty minute walk much to your surprise and it was cooler now that it was evening time. He had texted you while you were sleeping with the code to get to his place.

You let your mind wonder to how much he had changed in the over ten years since graduating. There were video chats that came up every once in a while but probably not near as often as they should. Volleyball was what originally started your friendship with the two boys and close friendship blossomed after that.

You entered the code and made your way up to his apartment, it was on the very top floor so it was like a small workout and one you didn't enjoy. You knocked on his door and a minute later it opens to reveal a now short haired Tendo sporting a big grin.

“Tendo!” You cheer as he pulls you in for a hug which you gladly return. You hang your purse on the little rack he had mounted on the wall and take off your heels before fully entering.

“Actually I spilled sugar on the floor so you may want to keep your shoes on.” He gives you a sheepish look and that's when you noticed the broom in his hand.

“Noted.” You reply as you slip them back on and follow the little hallway that leads to the kitchen. You leaned against the door frame as he swept up the scattered sugar. “How is Paris treating you?”

“It's been good, probably the best choice I could've made for myself.” His eyes scanned the kitchen and you notice the dust pan is closest to you so you pick it up and hand it to him.

“As long as you're happy.” Your eyes follow the litter of things on the counter, most likely all for the muffins. “It's really weird seeing you with short hair, just wanted to say that.”

He chuckles at you before washing his hands.

“The ladies love it.” He gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes before snorting.

“Yeah sure, Tendo.”

“It's Satori to you ma'am.” He corrects as he puts on his apron.

“Okay, Satori.” You say dramatically, “I didn't realize bald was in now.”

“I'm not bald!” He huffs.

“Basically.” You retort, “There's nothing to grab on to.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” His eyebrow quirks up and you feel your face start to heat up but you click your tongue and turn the other way.

“Get back to work, mr baker man.”

He gives you a dismissive wave before turning back to his task.

“How have you been? Still planning on returning to Spain next season?” He asks while sifting flour, you walk closer to him and take a seat on the clear counter space and hum in thought.

“I'm not sure, while I've enjoyed playing with them the last four years I think I want to move on.” You say and he makes a sound of question, encouraging you to continue.

“I've been offered a spot on the D1 team from Berlin and a D1 team from Denmark.” You paused, “I haven't been able to decide, but they're giving me time to think about it.”

“Two teams trying to vie for your attention, huh? Must be nice.” He gives you a look you can't read before turning back to his task.

“I'm not sure about that. Frankly it’s a little overwhelming.” You sigh, tapping your fingers against the cool surface of the counter.

“What's overwhelming about it? You just have to decide which benefits you more, right?” He says it like it's the easiest thing in the world. “Can you get into that cabinet and grab me an extra bowl please?”

You hop off the counter and open the cabinet he pointed at. He watches as a look of irritation washes over your face, and he smirks. You stretch your arm up to try and reach a bowl, which was just so handily on the top shelf but you weren't close. You huff and throw your leg up onto the counter and climb up. Just as you secured the bowl in your hands you feel hands grip your waist, causing you to freeze in place.

“Careful now, wouldn't want you to fall and break my bowl.” His grip tightened ever so slightly as he helped you get down, a blush spread across your face as he thanks you for grabbing it and taking the few steps back to the mixing bowl.

“Maybe if you didn't put your dishware so high up that wouldn't have been a possibility.” You grumble before taking your seat back on the counter, flashing him an irritated look when he laughs.

“S'not my fault you're still a shorty.”

“Asshole.” You mutter and cross your arms.

“Is that any way to talk to your muffin savior?” He teases and you flip him off.

“I wouldn't have needed a savior if Ushi wasn't so stingy.” You huff again before making air quotes, “I have no obligation to share unless Tendo is here.”

You try and make your voice deep which cracks Satori up, and he's about to reply when his doorbell buzzes. He pushes a button and goes back to adding the chocolate to the bowl.

“I'm totally telling him you did that.” He snickers, giving you a side eyed glance to which you shrug. You watch as the mixture becomes darker and thicker in texture before he's pulling out a spatula to scrape the sides of the bowl. When he seems satisfied with his work he pulls the spatula out of the bowl and walks closer to you, spatula still in hand and covered in batter.

“Open up.” He holds it out towards you and your brow quirks up before a teasing look crosses your face.

“You gonna make airplane noises for me too?” You grin as his eyes narrowed in feign annoyance, but he lightly jumps when there's a knock on his door.

The sudden jolt caused the batter to drop onto your chest but he didn't seem to notice as he thrust the spatula into your hand and he leaves the kitchen to walk down the hallway. You mutter profanities under your breath at him.

Then you lick the spatula and the taste of chocolate floods your senses which makes you hum in delight and forget about your annoyance with the red haired man. You start to reach for a napkin when Tendo walks back into the kitchen and tuts his tongue at you.

“First you try to break my bowl and now you're making a mess in my kitchen? What a terrible guest you are.” He shakes his head as he takes the spatula away from you, your mouth agape.

“Hey! I did not try to brea-” Your sentence is cut off with a shocked gasp from your lips. Your eyes wide as you watch Satori lick the chocolate batter from the top of your breasts.

Your shock is only increased when the large figure of Ushijima enters the kitchen to the sight of his best friend bent over and licking on your chest. He sees the shocked look on your face and steps closer to the two of you.

You open your mouth to try and defend yourself.

“Starting without me, Satori?”

You were sure your eyes were about to pop out of your head at this point when Ushijima leans in and wipes excess batter from the side of your mouth before licking it off his own finger, your eyes tracing the movement. He hums before he leans in even closer, his lips just barely ghosting over yours as Satori continues to kiss on your chest and lower neck. Your face was on fire, a million thoughts flowing through your brain but at the same time you couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to.

“Ushi. . .” You whispered, still a little confused at the predicament you had found yourself in. He analyzed you for a moment before pushing his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his hand cradles the back of your head to pull you closer.

The kiss was soft, testing. A whimper gets swallowed when Satori finds the perfect tender spot on your neck.

“So pretty for us.” Satori mumbles against your skin as you pull away from the kiss, lightly panting and trying to compose yourself.

“What is happening right now.” You mumble unknowingly, and the two men stand up fully and look down at you. You suddenly feel like their prey, as your eyes dart back and forth between the two.

“Don't tell me you don't remember?” Satori teases, his hand drawing lazy circles right above your knee. Your face tells them that you have no idea what he is referring to, but they couldn't be upset. Afterall, the three of you were very drunk the night the promise was made.

“If we're all single by the time we're thirty, let's have fun together.” Ushijima murmurs and you swallow thickly.

“I don't recall that.” You mutter, “And I'm not thirty yet, neither are you Ushi.”

He chuckles and his hand squeezes your waist.

“My birthday is right around the corner, but you still have another year; that's true.” He steadily says, “However, I'd say it's close enough hm?”

Your breath hitches as his other hand trails up your thigh and disappears under your dress. Your heart was beating out of your chest when Satori's predatory gaze pulls your attention towards him.

“You're dressed up so nice today too, it'd be a shame to waste it.” He smirks down at you, his fingers tracing your dress strap before cradling your jaw and forcing you to look up at him fully. His kiss was more dominant, like he was trying to consume you. He quickly swallowed your gasp as Ushijima's fingers pressed into your clothed core while humming in approval.

“Responsive already, good.” You hear his deep voice mutter, while his finger strokes up and down on the outside of your already damp panties.

“Let's move to a more comfortable place. Toshi if you don't mind.” Satori takes a step back and then you're being thrown over Ushijima's shoulder and you yelp in shock. He only manages to turn when you feel him stop and then feel a finger prod at your hole through your panties which makes you squirm.

“Look at that, you were right Toshi. Very responsive.” Satori chuckles and presses his finger in further which causes you to whine and in turn earns you a light slap on your ass.

The three of you made it to Satori's bedroom in no time and when you're finally back down on your feet Ushijima grips your chin and smashes his lips against yours. You stumbled a little but not far because Tendo was right behind you and quickly grabs your waist.

He groans when your ass rubs against the hardness of his cock in his pants and he can't help but pull you back harder against him for more friction. He startles when he feels your hand reach back and smooth over the prominent erection. And the groan that escapes Ushijima tells him that he's getting the same treatment.

Holy shit, had you done this before?

His thoughts are distracted when you give him a light squeeze causing him to curse under his breath. Tendo pulls both of you onto the bed, the movement causing the two of you to break off your kiss. You were certain you were going to combust from their hungry gazes.

“Off or on, Satori?” Ushijima says as he fiddles with the end of your dress.

“Off.” You and Tendo say at once, Ushijima raises a brow at you with a smirk.

You stand up and guide your friend to sit next to the other, their expectant gazes never leaving your form. You weren't sure if they could tell how nervous you were but it was too late for second guessing. You slowly turn around and move your hair to one side, revealing the lace up back. Someones, you weren't sure who's, hands untie the ribbon and hastily loosen the rest of it up.

You made a slight show of it, letting one strap fall off your shoulder before the next. Lightly holding the fabric in the front while it slowly drops down the length of your body. Once it was pooled at your feet you gracefully step out of it and slowly bend over to pick it up, hearing sharp inhales from behind you. You were still in your heels as you walk to hand the dress over a stray chair that was in the room and then you slide out of your heels before turning around.

You see as both of their gazes zero in on your chest before they're groaning in sync, causing you to giggle.

“Fuck, they're pierced? Babyyy.” Tendo groans once more, running a hand down his face but peeking through his fingers as he watches you approach them again.

Ushijima is the first to touch them, biting on his bottom lip in contemplation.

“So pretty for us.” He finally says, his thumb running over the little diamond ends. “How long have you had these?”

“Since my twenty-first birthday.” You answer, trying to retain your confidence. It wasn't hard to though, with the way they were looking at you.

“You've been hiding this from us for that long?” Tendo says in disbelief, tugging you closer.

“I'm sure there are secrets the two of you have kept from me.” You're rolling your eyes.

“Nothing this big!” Tendo argues, his hand subtly moving to caress your thigh.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to text you two a picture of my tits with them freshly done?” You're smirking at the two of them.

“Yes.” They both answer and you laugh and shake your head. You're about to reply when you feel Tendo rub you from the outside of your panties once again which caused you to gasp and grip onto Ushijima's shoulder to steady yourself.

“Poor thing's being neglected right now, look how needy she is Toshi.”

He hums in agreement before maneuvering you to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a knee on the floor.

“Let's get these out of the way.” He says while simultaneously pulling your panties down and tossing them to Tendo. “What a messy thing you are, I think Satori was right.”

Your cheeks flare up once again as the large man makes himself more comfortable between your legs. You watch as Tendo hands Ushijima his phone.

“Let me see.” He says as he pulls you back to fully rest against his chest. They both look at you and you nod your head in consent. You hear the click of the camera before the phone is now back in Tendo's hand. He lets out a low whistle.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, can't believe you made us wait until we were thirty.” He tuts next to your ear and you huff.

Whatever retort you were going to come up with quickly vanished when you felt hot breath on your core. You sucked in a breath of anticipation and maintained eye contact with him as he gave your clit a little flick with his tongue.

“Shit.” You whisper, trying to stay still. His licks were light and teasing, but so good. Your hand grips the sheet in effort to keep yourself grounded.

Then you feel Tendo's hand grip the back of your head and moving it to the side so he could have access to your neck. His breath on your neck made you shiver. His other hand smooths over your torso before making its way up to your breasts and pinching your nipple. You arch towards his touch and he chuckles against your skin.

A harsh suck to your clit has you crying out, your spare hand shooting down and gripping Ushijima's hair. His eyes were now shut in focus, his large hands keeping your legs nice and open.

“Is that what you meant earlier when you said there was nothing to grab?” Tendo's teasing voice says next to your ear, “Gonna use him pretty?”

He smirks when you nod.

“Dirty girl.” He bites your ear and you let out a shaky breath.

Your hips started rocking into his face, which he didn't seem to mind. He actually moved his hands under you and pulls you closer to his face.

“Ah! Fuck Toshiii.” You cry out and turn your head to face Satori. Your spare hand leaves the sheet and grabs the back of his head. He looks at you in question but you just push his face closer to yours and kiss him hard. You feel him smile into the kiss but he's just as enthusiastic, tongues dancing. You feel your clit being sucked on once again and you break the kiss with a soft pant.

“Satori.” You mutter.

“Oh? About to come so soon?”

You nod.

“Feels good, fuck.” You reply.

“Hear that, Toshi?”

He moans into your cunt and you arch your back, muttering out 'please'. He seemed to have heard you as his tongue rapidly flicks your clit as he sucks on it, tipping you over the edge with a moan of his name.

You're moved further up on the bed by one of them and then you feel a mouth on your cunt again and you look down to see Tendo taking long swipes at your folds.

“Couldn't let him be the only one to get a taste.” You gasp as you feel one of his long fingers probe your entrance. He makes quick work of you, bending his digits just right.

“Satori, please!”

He hums in reply against your pussy and then a hot mouth envelops one of your nipples. It didn't take long for the dual stimulation to send you over the edge once more. You sit up with a huff.

“I need one of you to be in my mouth, right now.”

Your admission leaves them sort of stunned as they both quickly take of their clothes. You're soon flipped onto your hands and knees and Ushijima takes his place in front of you. He was thick and you almost drooled at the sight of him.

You give his tip a kiss when you feel Satori prod your entrance, so you rock your hips back into him.

“Minx.” Ushijima murmurs and you smile up at him before taking him into your mouth. Tendo's hands find their place at your hips before rocking steadily into you, making you moan around Ushijima's dick. Satori was long, prodding the deepest part of you.

You three settled into a good rhythm, moans filling the room frequently. You pulled off of Ushijima to get a quick breath, looking up at him through your lashes.

“You wanna know something?” You say lowly, they hum in acknowledgment. “I don't have a gag reflex.”

They both suck in a breath and you put Ushijima back in your mouth again and suck hard. You clenched around Tendo and he hisses before smacking your ass.

“Who would've known our innocent little libero was actually a bit of a slut?” Ushijima says and you moan around him.

“Is this what they taught you in Spain?” Tendo teases and you shake your head, or at least try to and they laugh at you.

“Fuck this mouth of yours is sinful.” Ushijima moans, gripping the back of your head tightly, “Bet your pussy is even worse.”

“It's like a vice.” Tendo replies, watching as his length sinks into you over and over. “Ready to switch, Toshi?”

You assume he nodded because he was pulling out of your mouth as Tendo left your cunt. Tendo didn't stay up on his knees like Ushijima did though. Instead he pulls you to the edge of the bed and flips you on to your back.

You smirk up at him and hang your head off the edge of the bed, and then open your legs widely for Ushijima.

“Fuck, you're perfect.” Tendo mutters as he pushes himself into your waiting mouth. Just as Tendo nudges into your throat you feel Ushijima penetrate your awaiting entrance. He was videoing the interaction between the two of you before panning to himself entering you. You were moaning as best as you could.

They both cursed under their breath. It was a slow start, them wanting you to get used to the new position. Your hands grabbed at Tendo's hips and pulled him all the way into you which makes him gasp in surprise and pleasure. Then you wrap your legs around Ushijima and nudge him all the way in as well. They seemed to take your hint.

The power that Ushijima was putting into his thrusts was making the bed shake, and they both greedily watched your tits bounce at the force of their thrusts, reaching out to pinch and tweak your nipples. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head at this point.

“So perfect.” Ushijima mutters and Tendo moans in agreement. You were grabbing onto both of them tightly and they knew you were close.

Ushijima spits on his fingers and roughly rubs your clit, grinning at the sound of your broken moan trying to escape with Tendo's cock in your mouth.

“C'mon pretty, you gonna come for us again?” Tendo teases, holding your hand.

“Come on my cock, baby.” Ushijima says, still rubbing your swollen nub. Not even five seconds later you clamp up and shiver as your orgasm rushes through you, triggering a chain reaction for them to cum as well.

You're gasping for breath when Tendo leaves your mouth and he gingerly moves your head back onto the plush surface of his comforter. You all sit and lay on the bed silently, heavy breathing the only sound. Your legs were quivering as they both rub soothing circles on your skin. You had no idea what time it was but didn't care.

“So, we're doing this again when we both win gold right?” You whisper out and after a beat of silence the boys start laughing and nodding.

“I also need my post sex muffins.” You add, patting both of their legs which causes you all to start laughing again.

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tysm! hope you enjoyed ◡̈

[delilahcalicocat]

Can i request an AEW Hook x reader fic where reader got pregnant with his baby and she broke up with him without telling him that she was pregnant. Reader returns to AEW 1 year later for Taz's birthday and she brings the baby with her but she tries to hide the baby from Hook. Hook finds out the truth somehow

A/N: Ofc!!! Honestly I made it half-angst half-fluff :) and reader had twins in this I guess-

♡~Wha- How...~☆

{Ratin: Fluff and Angst}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy/Birth.}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader}

You and Hook had dated for sometime, until the night you'd caught him with your own friend in your bed..

A little while after that, you two made up. Until Hook splashed the cold water and said he wanted to break up with you..

You were a mess after that day, watching him move out of your house... the tears mixed with your eyeliner.. the stains on your cheeks for the rest of the day.

You both wrestled for AEW, so what was wrong.. Did He move on?

You didn't know. But you couldn't care because you never told Hook about the secret, you wanted to tell him. But then he broke up with you-

Next thing you know. It's been a few months and you wish you could wrestle, but you had two little Demon spawns crawl into the world a month ago. So you were on the shelf.

But while said spawns were asleep, you flicked through channels on the TV. Knowing if you even wink. Those demons would cry.

So you tried your best to stay awake, but failed majorly. You ended up asleep in 30 minutes probably for not sleeping for almost 2 weeks straight because of your kids.

You eventually recovered, and you were ready to wrestle again. But- you had to travel with your son, since your mom had forgotten to get him out of the car seat from your trip to the shop, so while your daughter Arianna slept soundly in her cradle. You had to deal with Jayson, who was a feisty little mess.

Your jaw dropped when you saw.. Him.

"Fuck- Tyler's coming..." You spoke, hiding your son in your locker room

You heard Hook chatting with Taz, about the birthday plans after the show.. you tried to be as silent as ever so they wouldn't know you and your son were in the locker room

"Alright Dad, I'll see you later- have fun on commentary" Hook spoke as his dad walked off

You on the other hand were still silent, until you left your locker room to go towards the ring.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" You heard Danhausen say at the worst possible time

"Hi Danhausen!" You said back, trying to act like everything was peaches & cream.

"Hey Y/N-" You froze like a Mouse that was seen by a cat

('FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck') you thought, you were panicked.

"Why do you seem so nervous? Is there something up? Y/N?" He asked

"Oh, I'm just nervous to be back y'know?"

"You sure? Because it seems like your-"

"YES! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm just nervous for my match- I gotta go warm-up." You spat

Quickly you ran off, and handed your son off to your good friend Darby. Since Willow was busy.

"Oh. Hey Darby, what're you doin'?" Hook asked

"Just Watching Y/N's Son-" Darby Said

"Y/N has a son? Wow... I thought she wouldn't have moved on that fast" Hook said

"Dumbass- it's your fucking son. You knocked her up before you left her. So she is a single mother of two." Kenny Omega spoke

"Wha- How-..." Hook looked shocked

After that revelation, he went off to find you. You'd just come back from your match and wanted to go get your son until Hook stopped you.

"Hey Y/N, I found out about Jayson and Arianna" He sighed

"How the fuck did you- why do you- The fuck?!" You spoke quickly.

"Kenny and Darby Told me what happened after our break up." He said

"So? What's the fucking point Tyler? You've probably got some girl waiting for you." You spat

"Actually no. I've stopped my whole streak of cheating, I feel awful that I left you before you could tell me..." He admitted

"Can I actually trust you..?" You asked

"Yes, Y/N I'm sorry.." He said

You both hugged and Hook gave you some time before the big dinner to think...

[notdiabolika]

“This is not a date.”

But it sure feels like one.

| Featuring: Ayato Sakamaki & Yui Komori.

Heavily Inspired by Diabolik Lovers Anime Anthology Manga, Ayato's second chapter.

Prompt 5: First Date.

From the moment I settled for my fate to live in this huge mansion, I have been treated as prey by every single one of the vampires living in it. Rude comments were said to me every day, night after night.

The Sakamaki brothers would never show mercy. 

– I am not food! – I tried to say countless times, and no one bothered to listen.

As time passed, I lost hope of being heard and became increasingly lonely. Until one of them showed up to question me.

 – Sup, pancake? – Ayato's presence was recurring, wherever I went, I would be confronted by the red-haired vampire. – You have been sighin’ nonstop lately.

He asks this while using one of his rude nicknames, as always. However, I decided to answer him.

– It's just… it's been so long since I've had fresh air. – Another longing sigh crawls out of my nostrils, my gaze wandering to the ceiling. – The mansion is too stuffy, and I start to think about going somewhere else. Like a park or a garden outside of here. 

No one would let me leave, it was that simple. 

– A park? – With a single step, Ayato places himself right in front of me. His brow was furrowed. – For what? Do you want to have a date there or something? – His tone was blatantly mocking. 

– What? No, I never said that! 

Laughing at my face, he looks down at me. 

– You know, your reaction says it all. – He walks around me with a sneer on his lips. – Of course, no one would invite you, with that flat chest of yours. 

– My chest has nothing to do with it! 

With the little freedom I have, it would be impossible to find someone in that sense. I don't even want to have a relationship with anyone right now. 

– It has a lot to do with it. – Determined, he takes a step forward, daring me to respond. – Pan-ca-ke. 

I know that if I answered him, his response would be another snarky joke. Ayato is really cruel. 

Selfish, and an eternal child.

I just want to be listened to, without my words getting distorted or laughed at when I'm trying to say something important. Any change from him seemed too good to be possible. 

– … excuse me. – I turn my back, catching him off guard as I head to the opposite side.

I’m in no mood to deal with that kind of discussion today. Rather keep myself out of trouble until dawn, no matter how much I despise wandering in the dark. Better alone than going out with bad company, after all. 

When school starts, I sit outside at the top of the building, letting the wind intertwine my blond curls. I should have been in class, but the concentration on my studies had faded along with any remnants of determination. 

On nights like this, loneliness is my only enemy. 

It's cold out here. I need to hug my knees to get some comfort. 

I would like to look at the sky, but the stars are hidden among the clouds. The only thing left is the bright full moon.

Even if I insisted on reaching its light with my fingertips, they would never make it. Some hopes were doomed to be forgotten. 

However, I hadn't completely abandoned my dreams yet. I still thought of them.

– What are you doin’ here? – and he also remembered me.

When I lift my chin, I find the same confident boy from before seemingly bothered. His usual white shirt with three of the buttons unbuttoned, the black jacket, and one of the legs with the pants resting on his knee. 

– Nothing… – I doubt he would care if I told him. 

His eyebrows hunched as if trying to guess what I meant by that.

 – Tch. – His hand lands on my back, pulling me away from the corner. – It's annoying when you suddenly disappear. 

There was only one reason why Ayato would care about this. 

– Uhm. – My lower lip trembles a little. – You always get upset when the prey disappears, right?

The words sound defiant in my head, although the voice comes out small and sad. I stand up with the support of his hand, watching his cautious expression through my pink irises.

He seems to think for a while, not knowing how to respond when he notices the lingering melancholy in my actions.

– Your blood is simple food for vampires. – Obviously, Ayato will say that. – It would be strange for us to treat you in any other way. 

– Okay… – I don’t even want to argue, my mind is too exhausted for such a thing. 

I try to free myself from him, with little desire to use force. 

I remain in place. 

– And this, it's “okay” too? – His arms wrap around my waist, suddenly pulling me towards him. 

– Eh?!

Before I can react, the soles of my shoes leave the floor. The air currents that clash against me get more intense, and when I look down…

– A-Ayato. – I close my eyes. – Get back down, we’re going t-too high.

I forgot that vampires could fly on a full moon, and I never imagined that he would grab me and take flight like that, out of nowhere! 

– Who told you to close your eyelids? – he murmurs with annoyance. – If you’re so afraid of fallin’, all you need to do is hold on tight. 

Following his advice, I began to tighten his clothes. The muffled laugh that rises from his chest forms a strangely pleasant buzz against my skin. We ascend into the night sky. 

My sighs become lighter as I place a small part of my trust in him, despite still being scared. 

The environment around me felt swift and slow, indicating that Ayato had – finally – stopped.

His grip on my waist becomes solid, an assurance that he will continue carrying me.

His body barely emits heat, but it gives me a comforting feeling when I hold on tightly. Courage blooms in my chest, a curiosity to see what he wanted to show me so bad.

In an attempt to satisfy this anxiety, my eyelashes lift one by one.

I thought the heights would scare me, however, I was wrong. The city lights are beautiful, as bright as sun rays in the midst of shadows. A whiff of air slips away from my lungs, and my palms drag to his shoulders.

– I remember you said you weren't a big fan of the darkness once, so… – he turns his head upwards, forgetting to finish the sentence. – Oh, that's right, you wanted to see a park. 

My heart filled with happiness when I realized that he had actually paid attention to what I said. I didn't even remember sharing this information with Ayato, but it seems that this opinion of mine had been kept carefully in his thoughts.

 – There’s an amusement park. – He points with his index finger, proud of his own discovery. – Right there.

Following the direction in which his green eyes are guided, I observe a ferris wheel and other lit toys, as well as wide gates guarding the place. No group of people inside.

– It must be closed at these hours. We have to go back— 

He cuts off my speech, pressing my body against his. 

– Don't be a party pooper! You’ll be able to experience anythin’ you desire once we get there. – A playful smile forms on his lips, the idea sparkling in his pupils. – Let's go now.

– No, wait! 

WHOOSH— 

Ayato pretends not to hear as he flies away. I bury my face on his shoulder, a loud screech escaping my throat.

I hold him tightly as we cross the vast ocean of urban buildings, which resemble a bunch of figures and shadows moving around us. When we reach the blue floor, it feels like my stomach just turned from the inside out. 

�� … why do that? – I take in the fresh air, releasing it with some difficulty.

This night is getting too radical for me. 

– If I had let you talk, you’d be complaining. – He murmurs, relieving the pressure of his hug. – It’s your first time skipping class, we gotta celebrate somehow! 

This, in no context, should be a reason for celebration. 

– There is no way to enjoy a closed amusement park. – A calm breeze passes by, and I break our embrace. – Someone might see it and call the police, we are trespassing after all.

He laughs. 

– As if they’re going to find us! – the confidence in his words remains unshakable. – In the worst-case scenario, I’ll grip ya and fly away. No issue.

This vampire never changes. However, I have to admit that this little adventure lifted my spirits.

There's a section with a field of artificial flowers and the park’s map behind him. Even though we're the only ones here, all the attractions listed make me want to explore more. 

– Alright. – I confirm with hesitation. – Let's try to be discreet, it would be awful if we ended up damaging something. 

In the moment’s rush of adrenaline, I almost fail to perceive the cocky vampire puffing his chest in satisfaction.

– Heh, I always knew you weren’t as prissy as you seemed. 

It surprises me that a guy like him managed to drag me into such a mess, which makes me question his true intentions. However, when I stop to question why, a very peculiar possibility comes to mind. 

It makes me stay quiet for a while until I have the courage to ask:

– Ayato… did you bring me here because you wanted to have a date with me? – It made sense. That's what he had asked me before in a teasing tone, and it could be the real reason.

I see him blink, caught off guard by the question. No response comes out of his mouth. 

Moments of stillness stretch between us. 

– What are you sayin’? – suddenly, his face starts to become serious. – Obviously, I brought you here to have a meal.

My heart shatters. 

I take a few steps back, almost bumping into a carousel horse by accident.

– Oh… 

Of course. I don't even know why I thought it would be different. 

– Come on, do your thing. – His lips form an evil smile, revealing his sharp fangs. – Close your eyes. 

I was foolish to think his intentions would be good. I let my eyelids roll over my eyes, cringing in anticipation of a bite. 

The silence becomes a thousand times more unbearable than it was a few seconds ago. 

Until he blows a puff of air on my ear.

– Ow! – I cover it with my hand, eyes opening in irritation. – Ayato, if you're going to bite me, don't hurt my hearing! 

His laughter resonates in my mind, and I, without understanding, watch him take a step back. 

– Do you really think that, among all these fun toys, I'm ‘bout to bite your neck?! – suddenly, his hand holds mine. – Dum-my. You think too highly of yourself.

I’m amazed at this development, until I feel a pull from him, getting my feet dragged to God knows where Ayato is taking me.

 – Tonight, let’s have fun. – Despite only seeing the back of his head, I'm sure Ayato is smiling. – So be quiet and don’t ask unnecessary questions.

The wind carries us around, shaking our fabrics and loose strands of hair as his fingers get tangled with mine. The touch is gentle. 

The occasional – and discreet – glance he throws in my general direction tells me…

 …this is definitely a date.

EXTRA: Silly moodboard.

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this text was way too hard to translate from my mother language to english, I hope this is decent (help)

I rolled a d30 (a thirty sided dice) online to determine my theme, and then noticed there was an extra, bonus prompt that I forgot to count. Oh well.

May we heavily boost #diabolik otp challenge this year. I hope this oneshot wasn't too long :,)

Also, check out LeFreet, I took the rendered Ayato chibi from one of their posts.

(@yuriko-mukami) <— Follow the creator of this challenge!

[lvlyghost]

Salvation II

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tw:angst, fluff, slightly suggestive (not really) but just in case, mentions of abduction but nothing too explicit. kate shows up bc we stan🫶🏻 john being a softie 🥹✨💞also not proofread🐸

A/N: omg i can't thank y'all enough for the love the first part got🫰🏻🥰 I hope you like this part as much! Please remember english isn't my first language, corrections are appreciated as usual🩵

Masterlist✨ | Part I | Part III

The soft sound of rain outside the house, lightning and a thunder shake the windows. Carrying two cups of hot cocoa in both hands as she walks where John is waiting for her in the living room. He's scrolling through his phone and immediately puts it down when he sees her. A soft smile makes its way to his lips.

She figured she'd make something warm for them to drink. The rain had come pouring down unexpectedly at the fair, which made them run to John's car to no avail. They were soaking wet by the time they reached the automobile, laughing and enjoying the presence of each other.

"We should take a bath before we get sick."

He had suggested, as soon as she opened the door. John had tried to shield her with his coat and beanie, although it could only do so much. Her teeth were chattering, still never losing that damn smile he had grown fond of.

So here they were now, engulfed in their pajamas ready to get some rest. The stuffed otter was placed on the sofa across from him. She handed John the mug to which he thanked and took a small sip.

"Probably not as good as your Earl Grey but..."

"It's perfect, love. C'mere." He pats the empty spot next to him. She obliges, crossing her legs as she sits. A comfortable silence falls between the two for a moment when the sky rumbles again.

"Doctor said once I'm able to go back to social life I should try to go on a date you know?" She began, shaking her head as if the mere idea was delusional. Her thumb absentmindedly tracing the rim of the mug. "Get to know people. She called it healing." She scoffs. "As if it was that easy."

Taking a sip, John watches as she bites her lip. He can't help it but a strange feeling sets in his gut.

"Is that so crazy, sweetheart?" She turns to him, studying his features with a small frown. "You deserve to be happy. Every single day, you deserve that and much more."

"I... I-" she stutters. "What if they think I'm weird John? I can hardly be myself. What happens when they ask about my life? I'm scared. Every time I close my eyes I'm back in that place..." she glances up to the ceiling, glossy eyes threatening to mimic the pouring rain outside. "I'm never going to be normal. Never going to be whole again...-

"Are you afraid of me?" He interrupts her, forcing her to turn to gaze at him. Swallowing saliva, she meets his bright blue eyes. He's dead serious. The cup long forgotten as he had placed it on the small coffee table. She shook her head.

"You saved me. You've seen what I've been through, and no,..." she stops him when he opens his mouth. "I know you've read the files. You must've in order to know what you were getting yourself into, John. And not just you but your team. And every time you look at me I see it. You were there when I testified... no one knows better than you... nobody knows me better than you." She's choking on her own words when she's finished, tears streaming down her face.

John wastes no time, pulling her into his lap as she hugs him as if her life depends on him.

It probably did.

Sobbing and hiding her face in the crook of his neck she feels the pain, the tension, the agony subside; John holds her small shaking frame against his body. He was often scared to touch her even if it was something so innocent like a hug. Something like this. Even when he wanted nothing more than to be near her. Be the one to shield her from the bad dreams, when the memories of the atrocious life she was forced to endure came to haunt her. He's tracing soft circles on her arm in an attempt to soothe her.

"I could never be afraid of you." She assures him.

-

"Do you know how many people I had to call?" Kate asks him not waiting for a response. Both looking at the girl sitting in the room behind the tinted window. "Twelve."

"I get it Kate." He grumbles. "Thank you. I owe you." He crosses his arms not losing sight of the girl he recently rescued. "I just wish they had given her more time to heal. She's in a bad shape, can't they bloody see?"

"I was thinking the same, but the clock is ticking. We can't afford to lose more time."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's barely gotten any sleep since the mission. She had held his arm the entire ride back. Squeezing with all the strength she had left in her system

"What's gonna happen to her once this is over?"

Kate side eyes John, wondering why he cares so much.

"The NCA will take over from here. Most likely be put under witness protection and given a new identity. Just like the rest of the survivors."

"Hmm." Grunting he takes a step forward.

"John?" She quirks a brow.

"I might just need one last favor."

"Of course." She rolls her eyes feigning annoyance. "This is gonna cost you two tickets for the soccer game next week."

John turns to her.

"You mean the football match?" He politely corrects her.

"I meant what I meant."

"All I remember that morning is I was getting ready for high school. Said goodbye to my grandmother and left. We lived in a complex of apartments with an underground parking lot. She had an old red cavalier that belonged to my grandfather. Last thing I recall is opening the door and then nothing. Just... nothing for years."

-

She feels John standing up from the sofa carrying her body in his strong arms. She doesn't have to look, just know he's taking her to the bedroom. Before he can lay her down on the mattress she gets off of him. Bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. John is about to ask what's wrong. Maybe he made it look like...

She kisses him on the lips. It's quick and it takes him by surprise. Her cheeks flush and eyes go wide, he smiles fondly.

"Do that again." He prompts her.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes.

"For as long as you want me to." She grabs him by the neck and pulls him down to her level.

"It's okay John. Even if I have ghosts I know you'll make them disappear."

That's all he needs to hear. His hands find her waist, all doubt gone. All this time he was terrified that he'd scare her, not wanting to make the first move. John respected her and wanted the girl to feel safe around him. That's why now after hearing those words he lets himself feel her. The soft edges of her delicate skin. Her labored breathing.

He kisses her soft lips, hand coming up to caress her cheek and then, right there he knows she's let all her walls down for him. Letting him in, see all the parts she thought would have to bury for eternity.

He ought to do the same for her. He has his own ghosts. John needed salvation too. Perhaps in a different way.

And if anyone ever dare to try to harm her, taker her away from him...

He'd kill them all.

[annierosaart]

So I recently found your blog and you Exusiai theory and I'm in love with it, I really hope it becomes canon, is just so good and Exu is one of my fav charas I need more stuff with her on it on the main game.

Anyways, I've been playing on and off AK for the past yrs and I'm def lost when it comes to most of the story since it's a lot to catch up to, so can you explain more in-depth the Flammetta/Exusiai ship or at least relationship/parallelisms?

OH BOY CAN I

After the confirmation that Exusiai isn't connected to the other Sankta in Il Siracusano, it explained her entire character.

As I've explained in the post I made about her being disconnected originally, it always stood out to me how Exusiai specifically was treated differently from other Sankta in Laterano during her childhood and teenage years, despite the fact that she's supposedly a bog standard Sankta. From her being constantly mistreated and ditched not just by Mostima but by her sister also (see her Oprec 1),

To the fact she was constantly blamed for things that were legitimate accidents, the kind of stuff that happens on purpose in Laterano every single day, to the point where her word was doubted and she was accused of being a Sarkaz, it paints an extremely lonely and alienating picture of her.

It's especially odd that her own family and supposed childhood friend would do shit like that to her, given the fact that at the time, they should've known that it was upsetting for her to go through that, seeing as the Empathy would've made it hard for her to hide that. (oprec 1) And it'd be extremely out of character for Lemuen to do things like that, considering her intense love for her sister...

Combined with being grilled for lying by her superiors, which again, would be difficult for a Sankta connected to the Empathy... You see what I'm getting at?

She isn't connected to other Sankta. Never has been. From the start, her files and dialogue mention her being an exception amongst Sankta, unique, different. Guide Ahead showed us they're all similar to her in personality, however, so what exactly sets her apart? It's that.

Exusiai has multiple lines, in CoB, IL Siracusano, and her dialogues that show how deeply lonely she actually is, and how ACTUALLY empathetic she is; real empathy, not Sankta Empathy.

She threw herself into the Rat King's sandstorm for Mostima and Bison, she always remembered to keep an eye on him and keep him up to date, taking time to ease his worries and doubts. She always looks out for everyone else in PL, canonically being broke from doing so all the time. She risked her life to save a woman that was being harassed in IL Siracusano, despite not knowing her at all.

This isn't normal Sankta behavior. Sankta, even the ones at RI, are generally somewhat cold or indifferent to non Sankta. Arene, Ambriel, Executor... The only exception is Enforcer, who we know isn't connected as well.

Exusiai grew up socially and emotionally isolated, enough that no one ever gave her closure for the Andoain incident, despite the fact she has literal PTSD from it (oprec 1), no one ever got along with her really, to the point where her classmates celebrated her leaving to her face...

She hides it in front of others, but several lines show her actually being very tired, serious, and depressed, especially when they bring up a personality quirk of hers.

Promotion 2 - "Leader... No, savior, I pledge to this gun in my hand to protect you until the very end of this world." Talk after Trust Increase 2 - "If you ever run into an angel with black horns oozing ominous vibes, please tell her for me: I've never forgotten her." Idle - "...Lord, is this someone we gotta save too?"

All of which parallels stuff with Fiammetta:

From the offset, Fiammetta is by default isolated from her peers, being a Liberi in Laterano.

She grew up inherently different from a majority of people there, and as we see in Guide Ahead, though she tries to hide it, especially from other Liberi, she developed a complex over it.

It's especially evident when she snaps at Mostima, ranting about the Empathy between Sankta, complaining about how alienating it is to her, how it hurts her to not be understood. It's further elaborated on in her module's text, where we see her struggling to handle a gun that Sankta her age were already handling with ease, clearly frustrated enough by the fact that her mentor had to come and offer an alternative.

Beyond that, like Exusiai puts on a front but just wants people to tell her things for once, who's always been kept in the dark about not just events but also what other Sankta are feeling, Fiammetta is constantly isolated from her peers' feelings and motivations, ignored and brushed aside. It's constant in Guide Ahead, how her input and presence are secondary to whatever asinine conversation the Sankta are having, even in the middle of a crisis.

Her wants and needs are secondary, she's constantly forced to put up with titles she despises and finds humiliating, mockeries of her while she tries to do her job seriously...

Just like how Exusiai is consistently made fun of for any mistake she makes, even when others have a hand in that mistake. By PL itself no less. She laughs it off, but in exchanges with Bison, she clearly shows how bothered she is by being shrugged off or treated with a lack of care. She wants to be understood and taken seriously. But it never happens.

Fiammetta is exactly the same, constantly chasing a desire to be taken seriously as a member of the Notarial Hall, to have her feelings heard. But it never happens.

As a Liberi, she's inherently not a part of the connection all other Sankta have (with exceptions). They can't understand her. Nor do they bother to. It infuriates her, but what else can she do? What else is there to do? From birth, she was different from them, not the same as them, her weapons are a constant reminder... As is Exusiai's lack of connection to others an unconscious reminder to her.

And it all culminates in the Lock and Key incident. Both of them have been deeply traumatized by it, and whilst Fiammetta is at least more in the know than Exusiai, neither are ever offered the closure they need, the closure that would help them move on. Despite both being close to the people involved, they're kept in the dark.

Instead, they're made to stew in their feelings, made to feel left out on purpose one way or another, never allowed the proper right to live past that event. Both are obsessed with that day. Both desperately want to know what happened, what set it all off, WHY it happened.

But they never find out. They're forced to keep living in the dark while their friends and family are whiling, creating purpose beyond that day.

They're both women who were hurt by an incident that they were never allowed closure on, despite involving people they loved. They're both women who have been isolated and alienated from everyone else, becoming extremely lonely and distant all the while. Exusiai doesn't let anyone in, doesn't open up. Texas says as much.

Exusiai is my polar opposite. She seems to get along fine with anyone, but lets very few people close to her. —Texas

Fiammetta won't let anyone else in. Bottles her feelings until they explode. Because no one will hear anyway. No one will care. So why should she?

They're hurt. They're scarred and tired of being the only ones left out of the loop. Of the inside joke. Of the joy and folly every other Sankta is privy to.

They both value choices, independence, yet are bound to their past traumas. That they'll face one day. They both try to move on, but they can't. Exusiai still chases Mostima whenever she appears for answers she won't give, Fiammetta still chases Andoain for a revenge that won't quell her.

They're both obsessed with getting closure that the world's denied them.

And with Exusiai's surprisingly deeply kind nature, genuinely empathetic and sympathetic to others, to hear them out, and Fiammetta's insistence on confronting things head on, on not moving past them, and her deep down caring interior... They could heal a lot with each other. Love without compromise.

Beyond these thematic and story parallels, the two have a lot of miscellaneous ones too.

Their talents complement each other, Exusiai covers Fiammetta's health drain, allowing her to fight with more strength for longer.

Their physical scores are complementary, Exusiai covering Fiammetta's weakness in tactical acumen, and Fiammetta covering her lack of physical endurance respectively

Their descriptions are both about their dedication and willpower to see things through to the end.

Obsessions with protecting people (Exusiai's codename actually comes from Powers, the Angel class said to protect people and prevent evils from happening)

Hell, Exusiai's third skin replaces her blessing effects with a blue glow, complementary to Fia's red, and blue feathers. Sankta don't have feathers, so...

Their record medal descriptions match.

And finally...

Fiammetta is usually tolerant of Mostima's personality, even going along with it at times. But the moment Exusiai is involved, she becomes extremely impatient, and protective. Much more so than she logically should be at times.

With the context that she's been watching Mostima and essentially bugged her to hear in on her, she had to witness her leading Exusiai on all night, giving her false hope for an answer that wouldn't come.

Only for her to caress her sleeping and drunk form, as if they were still that close. With the knowledge they both parallel each other a ton, she might see herself in her...

Fiammetta's face shows way more contempt than expected, and her dialogue following this shows way less tolerance for Mostima, in spite of the fact that Exusiai is sound asleep and wouldn't hear them.

In Mostima's own record, Fia suddenly cares about Exusiai's feelings, about it being fair or not to her...

And firmly says she won't let Exusiai ever get wrapped up in the Lock and Key business, her face becoming more serious. Again, extremely protective of someone that at best, she knew as an acquaintance when they were both younger.

Fiammetta cares about Exusiai to an unnatural degree, hinting at either shared history that's not brought up, or that she relates to her, and she can't ignore that.

And if Exusiai talked to Fiammetta now, she'd likely find that same relatability, that same pain they've both been enduring, that they cope with in different ways.

Exusiai drowns herself in a carefree 'mask', drinks until she's blackout drunk often, is enough of a workaholic to fall asleep at PL's couch and compulsively spends money on others.

Fiammetta destroys herself with work, with fighting, burning herself out as she fires off attacks, obsessing and following Mostima around for the slimmest chance that Andoain might show up again...

They both need healing. Healing only the other could provide.

Fiammetta's friends/partners/exes are condescending towards her, don't try to truly get why this plagues her, even after Guide Ahead. PL can't help Exusiai, not only do they have their own problems, they can't relate at all; Texas has a mountain of baggage to work through herself.

They'd find solace, comfort in one another... Both things they desperately need.

[alystrin03]

Fragment Friday

Another great idea coming from @dragonagegayz is Fragment Friday!!

So for Fragment Friday I want to see some fragments of the work you've been working on! Be it arts, writing, gifs, collages, etc! Whatever work you got cooking, let us see! (Can be anything!) Also, highlight/color a fragment that you are particularly proud of!

If you like, keep on with the trend! I'll tag @nyx-de-riva @pixiedurango and @becausedragonage

Sooo for my first post I'll share some different works

Everything is SFW this time (only for now!)

Chapter 9 of my main fic, Parliament, a Rookanis retelling of Veilguard

And yet, Illario's dalliance, however ill-intentioned, had reminded her of what it was like to feel desired. The sensation of noticing a look of interest, a touch beyond simple camaraderie, the moment of anticipation just before a kiss. Rook sank her head into a pillow and let out a grunt of despair: thinking about personal pleasures was the exact opposite of what she should be doing at that moment.

And, worst of all, why did Lucanis' opinion matter so much to her? She didn't want to disappoint him, but like everyone else. She didn't want to think of his eyes directing a silent reproach at her, of losing the complicity they were reaching, of his lips tightening in disappointment at her behavior. His lips. Rook remembered them perfectly, how she had stared at them the time he had asked her for help with his beard, the small scars that furrowed them.

She felt her stomach tingle remembering that day. Lucanis' hoarse voice telling Rook that he still remembered her, even though they had seen each other for a few minutes too many years ago, his brown eyes, huge, like a puppy's, staring at her. That day Rook thought her heart was pounding out of her chest, although she managed to continue handling the scissors with a fair amount of dignity, controlling the trembling of her hands. Mierda. It was no longer a knot in her stomach, what Rook had been noticing for a while was the heat emanating from her own body, a feeling of unease she had forgotten. A tingle between her thighs, knowing her own horniness made her insides contract, begin to moisten at the single, stupid memory of those scarred lips, of Lucanis with his back to her, naked from the waist up, with those muscular shoulders and broad back. Fuck, he was fucking attractive, and yet he still managed to behave as if he wasn't aware of it. He had to be, no shit.

No, she could not think of him that way. Rook could not afford to lose control of her emotions, to stop seeing him as just a friend. Because that's what she was to him, of course. Never had she seen him look at her in any other way, any other movement or word out of place, outside of that moment in the Café that, for sure, she had misinterpreted.

Second! A one-shot about Alecto's first contract

It had been several days since she had received the contract. The young Crow knew that, sooner rather than later, she would be called to the office of the Talon to find out what job she was assigned. It was not long in coming: just a couple of days after the initiation ceremony, Alecto was summoned to the presence of the head of her House, who, without wasting time on small talk, handed her a knife with a finely carved ivory handle. She took it in her hands and turned it to examine the meticulous craftsmanship, finally fixing her purple gaze on the Fifth Talon of the Antivan Crows.

“I have a target for you. A real one, that you must hunt, it is necessary for you to show us that you have not completed your training by a fluke” Alecto did not reply, but frowned at those words. She didn't like the suggestion, even offhandedly, that she still didn't deserve the status she had achieved. Nor could she blame them: all her life she had gone to great lengths to hide her abilities, but that chapter of her story was now closed. “Among several options, I think the most suitable for you is the one I've accepted. Personally, you don't strike me as the type who would carry out a job involving seduction, we haven't trained you for that, nor have you shown the slightest interest.”

She nodded her head, as if to express that she understood what he meant. The truth was that Alecto preferred not to receive that kind of jobs: although she could surely accomplish them, the mere idea of establishing a close, even sexual, relationship with any of her victims was something she deeply disliked. If there was one thing she was good at, it was being unnoticed, moving in the shadows and, when the time came, doing whatever was necessary. No words, no implication. Never let them know what happened.

“The client wants us to eliminate a self-proclaimed healer named Manuel Albero. I don't know if the name sounds familiar.” No, she hadn't heard of him. Alecto didn't pay much attention to gossip or rumors, even those that directly affected her. “He has a sort of clinic located halfway between Treviso and the city of Antiva, conveniently close to an area of cliffs. There are some conditions, however. We need absolute discretion, no one can get in or out of there easily, so forget about impersonating someone else. And you must finish him off by leaving the knife I just gave you on his body.”

“Anything else?” Alecto's mouth felt dry, not so much from nervousness but from having had to contain her curiosity in silence for so long. Even with everything, she managed to ask the question in the most respectful way possible.

The Talon waved a hand in denial. “Nothing special. I expect you to get going as soon as possible. You're on your own in this job, Alecto De Riva, I hope you won't let us down.”

And last, but not least, Alfira's cosplay!

Is not DA related, but one of my hobbies is cosplaying. Nowadays I'm working on Alfira from Baldur's Gate 3. The pics show just a VERY rough state: I'm sewing the skirts first, then the corset, shirt, pants... everything else.

Edges are raw and bells are missing, but you can get the idea.

[goldom]

I have things to say after playing HSR 3.2's main story.

This is not a review of 3.2. It is a personal journal that incidentally happens to center on a video game that keeps forcing me toward introspection.

This post does not go deep into plot spoilers, but proceed at your own risk if you haven't finished the story.

If you aren't someone who I've spent time chatting with, you probably won't get much out of this. And it's stupidly long, so I can't in good conscience say that anyone should read this.

It's here for me. All I ask is that if you do read ahead, understand that.

Let's start with something unemotional that I think we can all agree on.

On the UI

Hoyo has made the game feel cheap by sticking so much in-your-face monetization in this patch. A new ~gold~ icon always on your menu bar reminding you to shop. Castorice's giant GO WARP NOW banner coming up as soon as you log in. A time-limited cosmetic reward that requires you to spend hundreds of dollars within a single patch period. Gross. Yeah it's a gacha game but at least have some shame about it.

On Castorice's framing

One of my concerns in the period leading up to 3.2 was how much the marketing seemed to be pushing Castorice as a romantic interest to Stelle.

Let me be clear: I have no problem with anyone who wants to ship them. I would not even have any problem with a world in which they actually made Castellefly a canon poly relationship with all the nuance that entails, even if it wouldn't be my preference. But I think we all know that was never in the cards for hoyo.

After Genshin, I think it's fair to worry about them trying to create another MC harem. And that does bother me, because it goes against everything I loved about 2.x: a Stelle who was a real character with her own feelings and love and trauma who loved Firefly not because she was the banner character of the year, but because they were right for each other.

Maybe they could pull that off a second time, but they absolutely could not pull it off annually for the rest of the game's lifespan, all the while leaving old love interests forgotten. Yes, that is extrapolating doom from very few data points, but, again, Genshin shows they're not above doing that.

So, yes, I was worried, and I think justifiably so. The marketing did make it look romantic, (at least when looked at compared to other hoyo content; obviously everything they do has to be looked at through the lens of "what are they trying to say between the lines of censorship.")

But I guess marketers are gonna market, because that's not how the actual story read to me at all, and I'm glad. Yes, there were a few crumbs for shippers to latch onto. That's fine. What I saw overall in their relationship felt entirely appropriate to their characters, EXCEPT...

On Stelle as a character

Why isn't Stelle crying, hoyo?

She just befriended this girl, only to watch her die before her eyes. Yeah, yeah, "die," she's still walkin' around in the land of death, but we'll get to that later.

Stelle has explicitly thought in narration that seeing Firefly "die" is the most traumatic experience she's ever had. And that includes being impaled through the chest and meeting gods.

You want me to believe that after all that, seeing it happen again to the next friend she gets close to gave her no emotions beyond a gentle :( ?

Stelle should be devastated. She should be lamenting the unfairness that this keeps happening to her. Even if she's better at managing her emotions in canon than I write her, she should have something to say about all this.

You know what else she should be more upset about? Being told she only has 15 days to live. Yeah, yeah, canon Stelle isn't afolis Stelle, but come on, that would do a number on anyone, and we don't see it beyond a few dialogue options to either joke about it or be vaguely concerned.

Oh yeah, and

On "Stelle was dead all aloooooooong!!!"

Come the f on, hoyo, please.

This plot contrivance doesn't deserve to be analyzed seriously. It feels so out of nowhere that I could fully believe they only came up with it after 3.1's cliffhanger.

Really? She's been walking around without her soul for days and was completely unaffected? Really, Dan saw her not breathing then magically all better and never mentioned it? Come on.

Define a soul for me, hoyo. Because it feels like the answer is "plot macguffin."

On Dan and Hyacine's research adventure!

I liked it! Yes, Dan does not show emotion as much as I know people would like him to, but as someone who also doesn't emote much in public, I relate to him. I personally felt the worry for Stelle in his lines.

And he helps her in the way he's best at: book learnin'! I thought that was a way better use of him in the story than just having him poke his spear at some bad guys.

On Anaxa

I love this asshole intellectual. My spouse heard him cackling and said, "Is that the villain?"

Well, kinda, but no. He's just having a good time.

His ending was perfect. No tears for Anaxa. He solved the world and is going out on top with complete scientific certainty of his inevitable return. (I'm jealous.)

On the external world

Well well well, if it isn't Black Swan, care to explain yourself?

She kinda does. I'm glad to see Himeko actually confront her. Of course we barely learn anything, but it was a good scene until its cliffhanger ending.

Meanwhile, Herta my dear. What was her little meeting about? Hard to say anything yet. But I'm always glad to see her. I love how she's actively confronted about having a conscience, which of course she scoffs at (but she does – she's truly caring deep down).

Now, onto the tough one that inevitably occupied my thoughts throughout and is the real reason I made this post.

On life and death

No one who's read anything I've ever said should be surprised to hear that I strongly disagree with hoyo's views on this topic. On its own, this is no problem for me. I know my opinions fall far outside the mainstream, and that even most of my readers don't agree. (And thank you for being willing to listen anyway.)

By hoyo so often retelling very similar stories, however, I'm put in the position of repeatedly hearing my "side" put down over and over, and I admit that does get a little sore.

But in the end, I don't want to "win." I don't want Stelle to turn to the camera and say "Wow I guess Yaoshi was right all along." All I've wanted is, if hoyo must keep writing characters who, like me, see mortality and the limitations of the physical body as a curse, that they portray them accurately. Time after time, they haven't, instead making them out to be lunatic monsters who were all in it for their own evil ends – with the sole exception of Baizhu. It's okay if the narrative says he's a flawed, sad man, I know I am too (flawed and sad, not a man). But at least they let him explain his views with dignity and show some good that can come from them.

I've been waiting so long to see another like him. And that's why I so immediately related to Castorice in 3.0/3.1. She had that potential, if only hoyo would let her keep it. Let her find a way to accept reality without denying how she feels. Let her character growth be saying, "I'll never see death as a blessing, but I also won't let it define me. I'm okay with who I am despite my limitations."

But this is hoyo. I've been burned so many times. So I went into 3.2 feeling dreadfully convinced that by the end of it she'll instead be saying, "You guys were right all along. Death is good and I was stupid to ever disagree."

And were that to happen, I would see it as a complete betrayal of her character for the sake of conforming to the writers' beliefs. Let her grow and improve. Let her find a way to accept mortality that might inspire me to do the same. (Please. Please something help me do this. You have to understand, for all I joke, my philosophy brings me no joy. It is horribly painful and lonely to feel like I do.) But don't transform her into a completely different person. Doing so serves nobody, convinces nobody, heals nobody.

So, what happened? Well, you reading this know before I do. I drafted this section in advance because I needed to get it off my chest. I now set it aside and will return when I have the answer.

(Present day) So that's that. It's largely exactly what I expected. Cas was never going to remain believing what hoyo considers evil, so she had to change her mind. That's fine, but I wish I understood why. Nothing I saw convinced me to change my mind, so why did it convince her, who had been set firmly in identical beliefs for a thousand years? Except, of course: because it had to, so they said it did.

"You can't experience love without knowing death" is the closest they came to any single argument that won her over, and frankly that's nonsense. Are children, before they first learn of mortality, before they have ever lost anyone, incapable of love? Certainly not. Are we to believe that in the era of Amphoreus before death, nobody loved each other? Because we've seen records of that era and it sure doesn't seem that way. Hoyo uses the word "immortal" to refer to the Xianzhou (even though they're not) and they clearly have love.

How long is too long? If humans live 100 years do they become incapable of love? Obviously not. 200 years? 1000? Where's the cutoff where suddenly it all stops working? Hoyo must believe it to be a finite number, because those past Amphoreans who yearned for death had not lived for an infinite period of time.

I make these arguments not to convince anyone but to say that if they want me to buy that Castorice changed her mind, I have to believe she found her answers to these questions. But that didn't happen on screen.

I also say all this not from a position of True Belief or aloofness, but as someone who would gladly trade away these feelings if only I could. They do me no good in a world that has such short, fragile lives, one in which I have to see people die and can never find comfort in any of these things that others do.

Is it an unfair expectation to ask a gacha game to alter my philosophy on life and death? Absolutely, yes. But they brought it up. They bring it up over and over and make me think about it when they could just be writing happy silly stories and letting me repress it like I always have to get through the day. And if they're going to insist with moral certainty that their view is right, I don't think it's too much to ask that they show it rather than recite the same platitudes again and again.

One last thing. And it's a significant part of why this stuff didn't work for me...

On "what is death?"

When I say I cannot see myself ever accepting death as a blessing, it hinges on an actual definition of death. No more. The end.

Problem is, that's not what it means in Amphoreus or to hoyo in general. This is a world where ghosts objectively exist. They state it outright with complete certainty – it's not even a matter of faith, they know: when one dies, their soul will travel to a beautiful place to reunite with everyone, and they will eventually be reincarnated.

If I knew that's what awaited us all, I'd accept it. No more Yaoshi fanfic, no more panicked tears in the dark of sleepless nights, it would be fine. Still sad, but acceptable.

So in the end, hoyo and I are arguing two completely different arguments. Hoyo says "change good, stagnation bad," and I agree, I just think there are things other than death that lead to change. I say "People's souls ought to endure," and hoyo agrees. They just think that's what happens in death, whereas to me, it is the definition of life.

In conclusion

If you've read all this, I think maybe the right thing to say is not "thank you" but "I'm sorry." As I said at the top, I'm writing this because writing is how I process things, so I hope nobody felt obligated to read it out of a sense of friendship or anything like that.

Also, don't worry about me. I see how depressed this comes across, but remember that I'm writing this in the immediate emotional aftermath of finishing the story. It'll be a little better tomorrow, and so on.

On the question of what afolis will do with this story... I don't know. I don't want to simply flip the ending and make Castorice banish death forever. I want to let her have her growth, let her make the hard call, but do so in a way that I find believable and compelling. I want to convince her in a way that convinces me. But if I knew how to do that... I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

I also don't know how to properly handle afolis-Stelle's thanatophobia in a world where Thanatos is literally just A Girl Over There and she's surrounded by proof of the afterlife. It makes her fears seem kinda dumb... because they aren't really Stelle's, are they, they're mine.

Because after all, I write to heal myself.

Addendum, 2 hours later

I just realized I neglected to mention my favorite 5 seconds of the entire patch lmao.

I'm sure I don't even have to tell you, it's obviously when Stelle thought about Firefly. And not just in some generic flashback to everyone she's ever met, no no. The first things that give her the strength to live are March, Dan, and Firefly. Firefly before Welt or Himeko, before Kafka or Herta or anyone else she's known longer.

Canon Stelle still loves Firefly and wants to live to see her again, and I won't forget it.

It's scraps, but I will take every scrap I can get that she's still thinking about the woman I would have already married her off to.

[satyrcon]

it's december again!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!

well, this hell year is finally over. I think the biggest lesson I learned this year, is that even when you achieve everything you wished for, it still will never be enough.

not in a bad, or in an ungrateful way. but moreso that eventually, once you reach your destination, you'll eventually want to move onward and upward. things can change. they will change. and you just have to go with it.

this year has been equally exhausting and liminal. there were multiple times this year where months just blurred past, with not much to show for it. i've been a busy little bee at work, which is fine and dandy, but nothing really to show for it, which has been a bit heartbreaking. i pour so much time and energy and thoughts into work, i've forgotten who i am a bit.

i've been work-oriented my entire life. i knew i didn't come from riches, and in a way, i've always felt extremely insecure about it. i remember the ferocity i chased my first job with. not because i wanted to work, but because i wanted to earn. i wanted the security that if i wanted something, i could get it, without feeling guilty for asking my parents, who i've grown weary of even thinking about asking for money. every single job i've had, i've kept at it not for status, but for the ability to say that i can afford what i want.

but, ever since the pandemic, i've started to want more. it's not just enough to have a job, but now it's about the status, it's about what i do and how i do it, it's about income too. not so much about being able to afford the basics, but to afford independence.

when i first got this job in 2023, it felt like winning the lottery. now, i'm feeling a little bankrupt and world weary. i don't know if i still like it. i dont know if i have a future in it. i don't know much about anything. and it scares me a bit.

things at work have been tough since the beginning of the year. nothing too dramatic, but enough to leave a sour taste in my mouth. my confidence is near 0. but i have to keep pushing.

outside of work though, i'd like to think i've made some good progress.

after literally 10 years, i finally bit the bullet and i got my full drivers license. i haven't driven much since, and honestly, the idea of me driving alone makes me feel sick. but i feel at ease knowing that i have it. who knows, maybe this will change and i'll actually end up getting a car.

i've also started investing my money as opposed to just letting it sit idle in my bank. which feels good, even though i barely understand it all.

then, weirdly enough, i'm on the way to owning a home with my boyfriend. which is crazy to think about. he's the longest relationship i've ever had. and honestly, i feel like such an idiot when i think about the people who i've seen before. of all the circumstances i was in, where i should have left, or should have said something, but didn't. but that's a different story, for a different day, if i ever care enough to go into detail.

back to the home, i thought this would be something that couldnt happen to me. i thought i'd never be able to. but, the possibility keeps making itself more and more possible. i'm scared, but excited.

i think what has stopped my growth has been the fact that i still live in my childhood home. not that i have strict parents or anything, but it has the same effect as a security blanket. why would i leave? why would i ever work hard? why have goals?

sometimes i forget how old i am, i just turned 27. and it scares me sometimes, because i know i am extremely soft. and since the pandemic, developmentally, not much has happened, in fact, i've waned in a lot of ways. and i think the best way for me to face it, is to leave the nest, even if it will sting.

overall, 2024 was a mundane year. not much change. i'm still me, just a little bit older.

i really hope though that things will look up and change for me next year. that i make an effort to create more memories and to have more fun. to try new things and really take everything that comes my way.

that sounds really cliche lol. but that's how i feel.

[aishangotome]

Charlie - 靡梦之声 | Revelry in Dreams 2025·靡梦情驰

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Congratulations on your victory tonight! As a special gift for the winner, we have enclosed an invitation to "Revelry in Dreams." "Revelry in Dreams" will open promptly at midnight. Here, you can share the same feelings with your beloved and have a deep emotional connection. Listen to the loving whispers of their heart. At that time, please invite your loved one to the rendezvous.

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Where is this? It's like I'm seeing memories that aren't my own.

But these memories don't feel foreign. They feel... familiar. So, this is what the world looks like through his eyes.

His heart holds currents I never even suspected, and his memories are filled with me.......

Looks like Blue Star was telling the truth this time. This really is a special reward for the winner.

Her expression is so adorable! It's obvious she got a great hand.

The way he looks at me... it's like everything I do is cute.

Charlie, oh Charlie, you have to resist the urge to kiss her right now. It's game time.

When we were playing "high-low," he kept staring at me. I thought he was trying to figure out my hand, but it turns out this is what was on his mind...

I remember this! It was right before the "Blue Star Appraisal" game, and he was behind me, telling me some game tips...

Who decided this round was a single-player game? It's keeping me from sitting next to my fiancée.

No way. I need to have a serious talk with the organizers later. They need to change this to a two-player co-op version...

Pfft, he looked so calm and collected on the surface back then. I had no idea he was putting on such a show in his head!

Huh? When did this happen? I don't remember this at all.

My tipsy fiancée is much more forward than usual. While I love her clinging to me, she really shouldn't drink so much...

Huh? What's she saying... "Charlie, I like you so much. I like you more than anything."

Ah! No wonder he was smiling so happily the next day!

The scene in front of me and his voice... seem to be gone?

For some reason, the sound of a heartbeat has become even clearer.

Where is he? Am I still... in his heart?

Darling,

If you want to know what your fiancé is thinking, you can ask me directly.

Charlie is an open book.

But the feeling of you being inside my head right now... it's also quite nice.

Did you have fun these past few days?

Yes, I had a great time too.

Because I've gained so many more memories worth treasuring for a lifetime.

Which one left the deepest impression?

Let me think...

There was the time we won a hand of cards, and you immediately turned and took my hand, shaking it while looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes.

There was the time we couldn't sleep and danced on the terrace in the middle of the night.

You spun around and around in my arms, then fell into my embrace, laughing.

And...

Of course, they're all related to you.

After all, we've been inseparable these past few days.

And all I've seen is you...

You're right. I was originally going to pick out the most memorable one.

But after thinking about it carefully, I realized that every moment I've spent with you has been deeply memorable.

Including your eagerness when you kissed me last night.

The warmth of your fingertips touching me.

The sweet sound of you calling my name.

And the way your breathing deepened with every shiver.

Don't want me to talk about that?

Too bad.

This is my inner voice.

You're the one who barged in...

So, my fiancée has no choice but to listen.

Just kidding.

So, what does my fiancée want to hear me say...? Hmm?

Do you want to hear my wish right now?

My wish is the same as what you're thinking right now.

How do I know what you're thinking?

Darling, have you forgotten that you're in my heart right now?

Right now in my heart, your breathing, your heartbeat, your temperature...

I know it all.

"My wish is..."

"That every year in the future..."

"Every day..."

"Every moment..."

"...we can love each other this happily."

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[quillsandblades]

when you get this, list 5 sounds that the world around us makes that u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool, but no pressure!) ♥️⚔️

Thanks for the ask sunny, that's quite an interesting one!!

Hmm let's see, idk if they'll make sense and I might get off topic in between but you asked first so get ready for a rant 🙃

The sound of rivers (especially the fast flowing ones) and streams. Firstly, it's the nature, the beauty of it. There's calm in a river's chaos, in its constant noise of splash and flow. The crystal clear waters, sometimes blue and sometimes sea green, showing glistening round rocks where it's shallow enough. You stand in there and feel the river beat against your ankles, ice cold. And to me, it's like a long forgotten home (it might sound stupid ok, but that's just how I feel). And I've got a lot of good memories near rivers and streams, so whenever I see or hear one I feel way too happy. You can just sit in, dangle your feet in the water and forget about the world for a while, and just live.

The birds chirping in the early morning, when the sun is rising. It's the clearest sound when all else is silent, hundreds of birds, their hundreds of voices, all greeting the sun. To me it feels like time has stopped for a while and even the universe has gone still to catch its breath. It's the timelessness that I love, I can breathe without a worry for a while, I can think about this and that. Even the birds are chirping in ease. (Interestingly, the sound of the birds in the evening makes me anxious. Some of the calls are drawn out, others are hurried. They're all rushing to their nests as if it's all one big race. It's a signal that the day has ended. It's over for now. Whatever I managed to do today was all I achieved and it leaves me with a sense of urgency I really don't like)

A baby or a child's laughter. I think I don't even have to explain this one. Children's joy is a very pure kind of joy, so whenever a child laughs it makes me feel that if there's something capable of making a baby happy in this world, then things really aren't all that bad. And besides, their giggles are so damn contagious, I always fail to hold in my own laughter seeing them like that.

A rooster crowing. This one cuz it brings back good memories, I've had roosters around my house since I was basically three. I'm used to hearing them crow and let me tell you, their calls are certainly not confined to the sunrise only. I've had many sleepless nights bcz they were up all the damn time and crowing after every ten minutes and then they never made a single sound when the sun rose. I've come to believe they do it whenever they're in the mood, the sun really isn't a factor. But it's nice to have them around. All the roosters we've had up till now always attack my brother a lot whenever he comes out - as I said, good memories 🙂

And then there's noise a certain crowd makes. I'm not a fan of loud places or huge noisy crowds, but what I'm talking about here is the relived chatter of students when they leave the exam hall, the whooping and cheers during a class party or a festival, the ruckus of voices talking over one another along with songs and laughter woven in during trips. It's a mark of the time we're spending together, making memories, living the best of the life. It would make me sad to know I'm not gonna have this kind of chaos one day in life

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

director's commentary on Trophy please 👀👀

Trophy

Oh gods where do I even start-- my magnum opus, my beloved, the every-horrible-thing-I-could-think-of-happens-because-no-one-stopped-me (and boy did my best friend try) fic

This was so long I'm sorry-- as you can see, I always want to talk about this fic but have ✨anxiety✨. When asked about it though-- it's what my brain needs to allow it lmao. I do hope you enjoy :)

The first line was originally (as a thought) "I deserve this" , this was scrapped because the concept became irrelevant in later drafts (and now it may become relevant again-- who knows). The first bit before it cuts back to the race was originally the first of a back and forth kind of flashback thing. ex. chapter 2 would have taken place in the present with hints as to what happened, and chapter 3 would directly follow the events of chapter 1. If the way I explained that didn't make much sense-- that should be enough to show why this has since been changed💀

A single step away– but in the corner of his eye; a flash, a blur— and Zoom tackled him off the magnetar.

This was very intentional. I specifically wanted to mention just how close Barry was to winning as he did in canon. Makes everything that happens next all the sweeter, to me :)

There are many parts and lines that are going to hit so much harder later on and that's all I'll say about that matter for the moment.

“You really thought you could defeat me?” His low whine turned into a howl as Zoom pressed harder on an evidently broken rib. “Forgotten I’m the fastest man alive?” Zoom leaned further down and Barry bit his cheek to prevent a shriek. “Don’t worry.” Tone laced with venom, he wrapped a hand around Barry’s windpipe. Zoom’s mask was inches from his face, blocking the breach. “You’ll have plenty of time to remember.” He clawed at the hand desperately, struggling for air. 

This is one of my favorite scenes ngl. I wrote this whole excerpt after rewatching the Enter Zoom scene and wrote nothing else for the rest of that night lmao. Tis where you get the parallels between those first two lines and ones in that episode "You really thought you could defeat me?" is just slightly changed from "{Harrison Wells}, you thought you could defeat me {with this}?" And as I type this, I have discovered another layer to that parallel that is extremely relevant to the story. Holy shit this is awesome (I will not be saying. spoilers.) ANYWAYS; the other parallel line. "Forgotten I'm the fastest man alive?" comes from "Never forget, I am the fastest man alive." I love parallels. Let's just say that Zoom is very irritated and a little offended that Barry seems to think he {Zoom}'s less powerful than he is. May need a couple more reminders...

Knew I needed another really bad injury besides the broken rib to both bring the Enter Zoom parallels to a climax, and to make the next scene/s work. I thought "Hey! Speedsters can't run if their leg is broken!" and that was that.

“Now you can watch your precious multiverse die. Knowing you’re the one who destroyed it.”

This might be my favorite line and it is the only anything from the first draft of chapter 1 that made it to the final draft. Also I wrote it at 5 am because of course I did.

Somewhere behind the two speedsters, there was a scream

The person who screamed will not be revealed in this fic but I do know who it was and there is an in-universe reason for it besides simply directing the attention away from Barry. I wrote a companion piece off of that reason-- may post it if I feel like cleaning it up a little. But for now, feel free to theorize :)

And finally, to round out the chapter 1 fun facts and commentary-- something I've wanted to say since that fateful day it was posted.

Around 50% of chapter 1 was written on March 14th from 5-11 pm with no food, no water, and no bathroom breaks. I had the power of whump and the speedforce on my side and I was DETERMINED to post it on Barry's birthday and it fucking worked.

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR ASKING AND ENABLING ME BECAUSE I HAVE PUT WAY TO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS FIC AND AM DELIGHTED TO SHARE IT!!!

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[thetakenpokemon]

FtV - To Find Your Light | Tattered Banner of Winter

I was born the moment the first Traveler died...

...as everything collapsed around me.

Before that day, there had never been a Ghost.

There had never been a Guardian.

There's not much I know about the Traveler. But I do know it made me to bring back a Guardian.

...And yet I have found nothing, even after spending a really, really long time searching.

As I saw the other Ghosts find their Guardians, and the centuries went by, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever find my Guardian.

...

[Location: Venus - Ishtar Sink; Vault of Glass]

[Name: None] [Race: Ghost] [Affiliation: The Light]

[PoV: Ghost]

I cautiously float through the dark depths of the Vex architecture, the air silent except for the soft hum. My optic continues to scan my surroundings, looking for any trace of...something.

Now you'd might ask me: "By the Traveler! Why are you within the heart of one of the Vex's most infamous domains?" Now that is a pretty good question, as a Ghost I am already incredibly vulnerable to so many things - not to mention my shell isn't designed for durability in mind.

But... At this point I feel that I've lost most options when it comes to searching for my Guardian, almost every part of this system has been scoured. Earth, Mars, Mercury, I've looked everywhere. Venus is no different, its constant rain pelting the rainforests below as I've spent countless cycles searching for my Guardian.

...So it got me thinking. Perhaps I should search one of the darkest places? There is no place darker than the Vault of Glass.

The place where time is in flux, where the Vex's most convoluted experiments involving timelines have taken place. We've lost a notable Fireteam in there, not to mention it has been opened countless times - the first couple times by Guardians, and then by Eliksni.

...And when I arrived at its door, I was even more surprised to find it open once more. Normally the Vault is sealed, the only way to open it being the three pressure plates - each requiring a separate entity to stand upon at the same time. So if it was opened, it means that someone went inside.

So of course...I decided to go in as well!

A calculated risk since the place is going to be swarming with Vex, but perhaps there will be something in there that will help me find my Guardian.

As my form continues to drift through the air, soft clicks and hums radiate from my form and bounce off the geometric architecture that makes the interior of the Vault's depths. It's not quite clear how much of this space actually exists - on a technical and literal term specifically. It's supposedly been mapped by the Vanguard and it indicates that it goes very, VERY deep into Venus. In fact there are some parts of the Vault that don't actually match with the surrounding terrain, meaning that its existence disobeys the laws of space in additional of time.

Or maybe it bends the laws...?

...

As my form drifts deeper and deeper into the vault, I surprisingly haven't seen a single shred of Vex or their glowing red optics. Wherever there's Vex structures there's Vex activity, but this place feels very...forgotten.

Where are the Vex? I'm sure they wouldn't abandon something this vital - regardless of how many times the Vault has been breached. There's several ontological weapons they've developed that needs protection, so certainly they have to be somewhere....

...But it's...so quiet...

Did they leave?

Or are they...slumbering?

...

[Location: Venus - Ishtar Sink; Vault of Glass]

[Name: Zolviks] [Race: Fallen] [Affiliation: House of Winter]

[PoV: Zolviks]

My form crouches low to the stone and metal ground as I crawl slowly through the darkness, the air feeling cold against my carapace.

I do not know how long I have been wandering through the Vault of Glass, but I have yet to see any Vex.

...But that does not mean I haven't found anything of disinterest.

I stumbled upon the remains of countless Fallen, their colors showing that they were part of House of Wolves. I knew that they entered the Vault with Skolas in order to steal Vex technology, but conflict erupted when the Given followed to stop them.

The Given.

The Guardians.

I hiss lowly as I shake my head, driving the hateful thoughts from my mind.

That was years ago when that happened. However when I found the bodies of the Wolves, it appeared as if they were freshly killed. Perfectly preserved corpses without a speck of rot.

So the words hold true, time truly holds little meaning within the Vault. Even though countless years have passed, the bodies of the Wolves don't reflect this.

In the end I cared little, all that truly mattered was that there were countless Ether vials on several of the Fallen. I scrambled to take any that I could fit in my pouches, refilling my Life Air in order to stave off starvation.

...

I place another vial to my mask, a soft hiss filling the air as I pump more of the Life Air - the corpse of the Wolves long behind me. I take a ragged breath before dropping the vial onto the ground, its use holding no more meaning to me.

My Shock Blades are still drawn in my other two hands, my fingers clenching the weapons tightly - as if a mere gust of wind is enough to knock them from my hands and send them plunging into the infinitely spanning pit of blackness before me.

...However there is no wind, the air is deathly still.

...

Where are the Vex?

My gaze continues to scan my surroundings as I press my back against one of the stone walls. The space I'm standing in overlooks a cliff that opens towards endless darkness. Around me are countless paths that lead into open areas, spaces that could spell certain death if any Hobgoblins - Vex snipers - were watching.

But they are not watching.

Or are they?

With there being no sign of Vex, I immediately sheath my Shockblades and lower onto my four arms. Using my six appendages proceed to crawl rapidly towards the next place of cover.

And then the next. And then the next.

Slow progress, but I can't risk being careless. Even with no sign of the machines, I still must not let my guard down.

...

I am Fallen...

I have survived for this long due to my own cunning and desire to survive...

I may die someday, but it will not be due to my own foolishness.

...

I do not know if time is passing, by at least I know I'm making some sort of progress into the Vault's deepest depths.

Carefully scaling down the smooth and rigid cliffs.

Carefully and swiftly moving across open spaces.

Carefully rationing my Ether.

...

WHERE ARE THE VEX?!

My gaze is frantic now, trying to find even a single shred of the red lights that their eyes radiate. Only darkness answers me. Darkness and the lifeless geometric structures that they've transformed this terrain into.

Did they flee this place? Did they abandon the Vault?

Not only is there no sign of any of the machines, there's also no sign of any sort of technology that I can utilize.

Have I spent days in the Vault? Weeks? Months? I can't tell anymore, and with how time flows within it could've only been a day outside while being a century in here...

I'm growing desperate, will I truly find something to revive my House?

I catch a hiss of frustration in my maw before it escapes, instead to shake my head silently.

I can't allow any sound to be heard. I can't chance the Vex finding me.

As I move to the next place of cover, I glance ahead to notice something new that lays out in the open.

The body of a Given.

My senses are on alert. I recognize that armor: the armor of a dealer of death. A slaughterer of Fallen, a monster that comes back even when killed.

I gaze at it for a long while, waiting to see if it would move. To see if a Ghost - the small mechanical monstrosities - would appear and revive it...

...But...nothing.

Ever so slowly my curiosity starts to take place of my caution, my inner mind screaming at me to not approach the body of the Given.

But...something in its grasp calls for me.

Ever so slowly I approach the body, my glowing eyes fixated on it. Eventually I arrive and I can see that it is certainly dead. Several parts of its armor and flesh have clean holes - as if disintegrated by intense heat, clear signs of Vex weaponry.

My gaze eventually drifts from the injuries and more to what's in its hands.

Clenched tightly in its grasp...is a weapon.

It looks to be Vex in design, but...clearly not designed to be wielded by the Vex?

It holds handles designed for hands like mine and the Given, to be wielded easily like any other armament. Although the darkness of the Vault makes it difficult to decipher most details, I can at least make out its surface to be the color of brass - a color that some Vex collectives that inhabit this planet share. It has a scope as well whose lens is as red as the eyes of the Vex.

It is a weapon. A gun.

I carefully pull it out of the Given's hands, inspecting it with curiosity. Could this be it? The thing I was searching for?

The weapon itself doesn't look too impressive besides its uniqueness. Although it may perhaps aid me better while I am in this Vault, I do not think that something this simple is enough.

I need to find something greater. Something-

A voice exclaims behind me in a language I'm unfamiliar, cutting off my train of thought and bringing me back to reality.

A loud hiss escapes from me, frustrated for dropping my guard so carelessly. I swiftly turn around, aiming the weapon at the source of the voice.

However my eyes widen in confusion upon what my gaze lands upon...

...

[PoV: Ghost]

I continued to move down the depths of the Vault, my form flitting from space to space. Unable to help myself I've been scanning any sort of protrusion in the architecture, to see if I can gleam insight on any sort of technological knowledge that could help me navigate.

Of course I don't get any results, but there's no shame in trying.

I know the Vex have data streams that other Ghosts have used to find important information - such as layouts, but there's nothing at all here!

More floating around and more nothing, just the creepy depths of the infinitely spanning Vex space.

It wasn't until I reached the space where the Templar once dwelled that I finally found something interesting.

Eliksni corpses. From the design in their armor I recognize them to belong to the House of Wolves. Ignoring the insignia, the iconic coloration for them are the deep blues with gray accents. Seeing these guys are definitely a throwback.

Those...were interesting times when I think about, thankfully I was searching Mars for my Guardian when the whole event transpired. I missed the whole thing, but at least I have the Vanguard to thank for allowing me to stay informed with the recent happenings in the system.

...Well, guess I can't really thank them since I never did ask for their permission for accessing their archives...

...Anyways...

There's no point in really searching them - Eliksni corpses I mean. Eliksni can't be Guardians, they don't hold the promise of Light - the small spark allows one to become a Guardian.

...

Or can they?

...

It's not like I ever checked now that I think about it, but there has never been a single Eliksni Guardian before. It also didn't help that they tended to shoot at us constantly, but still...

...

No shame in giving it a shot. If I do end up reviving the first Eliksni Guardian, I wouldn't have to worry about them shooting me. Guardians lose all their memories when they're first awakened after all - a clean slate.

I start scanning each and every corpse, looking for the sign that shows them as a Guardian. Part of me is almost hoping that I find the one among them - regardless of them being Eliksni. But to my unsurprise...none of them were my Guardian.

"...I guess it's really a big waste of time to come here." I mutter to myself, my synthesized voice echoing throughout the Templar's Well.

What did I even hope to find? The only corpses here are going to be Guardians and Eliksni. People who become Guardians and then die their final death can't become Guardians again by new Ghosts, and Eliksni are just...not an option to be Guardians.

I let out a sigh, deciding that it's time for me to abandon this pointless location and move onto somewhere else. Anywhere is better than here.

As I start floating back the way I came, something catches my eye...

...Ether vials?

I turn through the air and dart over to them, beams of light radiating from my optic as I scan them.

Although time is difficult to measure within the Vault, these...really do look like they're far more fresh than anything else I've seen here.

...Is there something else in this Vault besides me and corpses?

Perhaps a living Eliksni?

...A terrible idea if so, like I've said before they tend to shoot at me upon seeing. Something about them hating Ghosts and Guardians for 'stealing the Great Machine'.

Now back to the main thought at hand? Bad idea to follow. Really big bad idea.

...But...you know what? At this point I'm too curious to leave, and it's not like I'm going to find my Guardian anytime soon...

...If ever...

...

I start moving towards the direction of the vials, even with how spaced out they are they seem to create a sort of trail that I'm able to follow. It went deeper and deeper into the Vault, meaning that the one responsible is probably looking for something...

...And eventually I found the one responsible.

I stop before darting to one of giant rectangular columns of stone and metal, my tiny form just barely peaking out.

An Eliksni Vandal! And judging from their colors they belong...to House of Winter?

I thought that House was completely abandoned, since most Eliksni casted aside their previous allegiances to unify themselves under House Dusk initially - in preparation for the Darkness.

But this Eliksni clearly doesn't hold the signature purple colors of House of Dusk, they instead have bright whites and cyan that are associated with the House of Winter.

The thing that makes me most curious however is that their body is hovered over the remains of a Guardian.

Are they holding something?

I really should be hiding, but there's something in the Vandal's grasp that I can't quite make out from my position.

So against all sense of better judgement I float away from the position I was hiding in and move a little closer, my optic zooming in on the equipment.

...And I recognized it immediately! A enigmatic piece of weaponry found within the Vault, a gun from a far-flung corner of time and space. How it works is a mystery and same for its material, and the greatest curiosity is that it's designed for Human hands. It clearly looks Vex tech, but why the weapon is even usable for Humans is something no one can answer.

And it's right before me!

"The Mythoclast!" I exclaim with excitement, thrilled to see it with my own eye. I quickly realize my mistake however when the Vandal flinches, a loud hiss escaping from them as they spin on their heels to aim the fabled weapon at me.

...Oh dear...

...

[PoV: Zolviks]

A Ghost - the machines of the Given, the ones responsible for them coming back despite death after death?!

Here?!

A loud hiss radiates from me as my eyes narrow with hatred.

The source of death to Fallen! The one that makes the Given have the powers they wield!

Realization hits me. If a Ghost is here, that must mean a Given is close by. A Ghost is never without their Given.

My gaze frantically scans my surroundings, looking for the looming bane of Fallen kind. Yet despite how much I look, I see neither glimpse of armor or...

I pause, realizing that I'm standing over the body of a Given. Does this mean that this Given belongs to the Ghost?

No. I can't let it revive it!

The Ghost says something again, its tone indicating nervousness. However I don't understand those words, nor do I wish to understand the language of the Given.

I aim the weapon at its tiny hovering form - the Ghost's body small enough to fit in the palm of my claws, my finger resting upon the trigger of the gun.

"Hold on! I am a friend!" I hear the Ghost shout - this time in the tongue I understand.

Despite my rage I find myself faltering, confused that it even knows to speak in the tongue of my people.

"S-See? I know Eliksni!" He chuckles awkwardly. "I'm not an enemy, I am-"

A growl thrums in my throat, making the Ghost float back slightly in fear.

"Not Eliksni!" I hiss, my fangs gritting together. "Fallen!"

"O-Oh." The Ghost stutters nervously, his eye quickly looking left and right "I-I see, but I thought that the Eliksni was the name of your people, and Fallen is a derogatory term used-"

"Fallen!" I spit with rage, my voice hissing through my mask. "We are not Eliksni, we are Fallen! None deserve to be called Eliksni-"

My breath catches in my throat, realizing that the Ether I've been breathing is spent. Cursing inwardly I scramble for my pouch with my lower arms, keeping the weapon trained on the Ghost as I desperately try to grab one of the vials left More curses are uttered as my desperation causes me to drop several vials, soft clinking radiating through the air as I finally grasp one in my pouch. I stuff it into my mask, a soft hiss signifying my success.

"...You okay?" The Ghost asks my cautiously, his shell rotating slightly. During my moment of weakness he could've fled, and yet he foolishly decided to remain.

And that infuriated me more. How dare a Ghost feel the need to not flee before a Fallen of House Winter! And to show concern? After all the Fallen that the Given has killed?!

My form is trembling with rage. I don't hesitate any further, I keep my weapon tracked on the Ghost and pull the trigger.

A distinct thrum of energy is heard as a bolt of crackling red light shoots from the weapon, sailing through the air with deadly intent. The Ghost yelps and flits to the side, barely avoiding the shot.

"H-Hey! Let's not get hasty here!" He says with growing fear, only to immediately dart through the air again as I continue to lay down the trigger.

Shot after shot is sent from the weapon, its sleek design barely having any recoil as its projectiles fill the dark space with deadly red light. The Ghost however is infuriatingly dodging every shot, moving frantically in random directs as he desperately tries to not get vaporized.

"HOLD ON NOW! JUST LISTEN TO ME!" He cries with desperation. "You need to stop this! Otherwise there's a chance that you might wake-"

Loud synthetic howls and chirps start filling the air, causing me to cease firing the weapon as my eyes widen. In the distance these digital cries echo throughout in the Vault, my eyes frantically locking onto the horizon as countless red lights appear in the distance.

The Vex!

"You!" I growl spitefully at the Ghost. "If-"

"Now hold it right there!" The Ghost exclaims angrily, his form bobbing in the air. "YOU were the one who shot at me! YOU were the one that woke up the Vex!"

My claws clench tightly around the weapon again. "To stop you from reviving the Given!" I retort back with barely restrained rage.

"Given? You mean the Guardian?!" The Ghost exclaims with both frustration and confusion. "Well excuse you but I am a Guardianless Ghost! That Guardian isn't mine, and I came here-" He stops, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Forget it! We're both in trouble now, we need to figure out how to escape!"

This Ghost has no Given? That is a lie! I know that this Ghost has the Given. Does it take me for a fool?!

My gaze nervously glance to the distance again, the countless glowing eyes of the Vex signifying that there are many many more coming.

By the Great Machine...

Seeing that it is just me and the Ghost, we have no chance in surviving against the impeding numbers of the ruthless Vex.

I lower my weapon, letting out a growl. "Revive the Given!" I order begrudgingly. One Fallen is not enough to deal with the Collective - especially of such numbers that are quickly approaching. The only one capable of doing so is a Given - which this Ghost has been wanting this entire time.

"What did I just tell you?" The Ghost groans with exasperation." That Guardian is not mine-"

"NOW!" I roar, gesturing frantically to the body.

The Ghost grumbles indignantly before floating over to the Given, beams of light escaping from his optic as he scans it. After a few moments the beams die, only for him to turn and glare at me.

"See?!" He says with annoyance and a small fraction of smugness. "That Guardian is not mine! I am Guardianless-"

The cries of the machines grow louder before a beam of light shoots through the air. My body jerks to the side, the bolt striking the rock behind me - having missed by inches.

Hobgoblins.

The Vex snipers are already firing upon us, and we are out in the open!

"Come on!" The Ghost exclaims before quickly flying down one of the numerous paths of the Vault. "We need to get out of here!"

With another frustrated hiss I quickly run after it, bolts of red energy striking the spot I once stood.

Me - Zolviks, a proud member of House Winter - running with one of the greatest enemies of Eliksni kind.

No...

Fallen. We are Fallen, we are no longer Eliksni. We do not deserve to be called Eliksni.

The air crackles with digital energy before several Vex machines suddenly teleport near me - Goblins, their chirps and howls filling the air as they aim their weapons. I don't hesitate and fire with my own weapon in hand, the red bolts from the Vex technology striking into the frames of the machines and sending their bodies to the ground - disintegrating.

"I'll see if I can get us out!" The Ghost continues to yell in the tongue of my people. "Just keep shooting the Vex!"

To have the fate of my life entwined with a Ghost...

Perhaps I have truly fallen even further than any Fallen...

[bangtanuniversa]

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Pairing: BTS / Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers! AU 

Word Count: 2467

Dear Kim Taehyung,

I just can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with you. Do you know that birds and squirrels would bury seeds in different places to store them for winter? They would do that and sometimes forget where places where they buried it. Thus, during spring, the seeds would flourish into life. Those seeds are like my feelings for you. There wasn’t a single time when I fell for you all at once. It was the whole collection of seeds, mapping out my feelings for you.

Perhaps it started from the time where I met you in the elevator. You smiled at me, and it was the most genuine smile I ever got from a stranger in my whole life. Tell me, how is it that your smile is brighter than the sun itself? The whole ten-seconds ride felt like ages due to the awkward silence.

To your amusement and my horror, I didn’t realise you were going to the same floor, so we both tried to get out at the same time. We bumped into each other so hard that you fell to the floor.

I was absolutely mortified, but you grinned at me sweetly and said, “Why is it that you made me fall when we’ve only known each other for 1 minute?”

I couldn’t help the smile that mirrored your own after that. I fell for the way you would shamelessly ask for me to bake you butter cookies again. I fell for the way that you would show up at my door with burnt brownies and claim that you made extra and required help finishing them. I fell for your smile, over and over again, like the fool that I am.

Why is it that I will soon slip the letter inside your empty house, even though you left without telling me months ago?

Tell me, did the time we spent together mean nothing, like the one forgotten seed in a sea of others?

Dear Park Jimin,

Maybe the way you so perfectly pirouetted into my life shows that it was nothing but a show. You would throw every single cell of your whole being into dancing, with the same fluid-like movements that entranced me since the first second I saw you. Or maybe I was entranced by the way you reminded me so much of myself. When Ms Choon told us that there was only one spot left in the showcase, she signed up both of us as a duet performance.

And you, the arrogant and childish you, demanded, “That’s not fair! I worked months for it!”

And me, the stubborn and younger me, added, “What about my solo too?”

But the fate was sealed, and it took weeks for us to realise, that maybe having a partner wasn’t so bad after all. Somehow, we started spending more time outside the dance studio. It wasn’t just a partner relationship anymore. You started becoming someone who I would call first to tell about the high math test score I got. Or the fact that Emma Wang would glare at me but never say anything after you taught her a lesson when she started spreading rumours about me.

“Trust me.” You said and lifted me into the air, again and again, never letting me fall. I think that you were the closest I ever had to something more. The dance started from mutual dislike to something more than trust.

At least, until you broke it to pieces.

Why did you have a wallpaper of another girl? Why did you childishly drop out on the day of the competition saying you got a stomach bug and then proceeded to ignore me for months?

Maybe in another universe, the world can finally be a place where you were next to me, but you completely destroyed any chances of it in this one. I was too stupid to realise that you were always out of my reach.

Tell me, why did you get so close to me and look at me like I was the entire world when you had another by your side?

Dear Kim Seokjin,

You deserved the best love story in the universe. You deserved someone who makes you home-cooked meals every single day, someone with looks that could parallel Aphrodite herself, someone who isn’t such a mess. You deserved someone with a complete heart, someone who doesn’t look at you and saw a boy who spent more time dancing than breathing.

Do you remember when I wrote you a love letter for Valentine's, but you chucked it in the trash with at least a dozen of others along with it, without a thought, and asked me with a chuckle, “Why are they wasting their time on someone like me?” You didn’t know about the hours I spent pouring over these sheets of paper, looking up dad jokes on the internet and wondering which one you would like the best.

That’s the thing, Kim Seokjin, you shine with the brilliance of a thousand stars in the rural night sky, and that brilliance was bound to be noticed by others. But before I could say anything, Hoseok slapped your back and laughed, “Because they only look at your appearance. If they hear the stuff that comes out of your mouth they will wonder why.”

When you smiled at me next, it was not the smile that I was so used to seeing. There was something fractured about it, but still trying to hold together. I wondered if I should have said something, but my own broken self would have made it worse, and you always turn away before I could speak. You always do. I never knew why.

Dear Jin,

I understand now. Tell me, why didn’t you say anything when it wasn’t too late?

Dear Jung Hoseok,

I would have liked to think I did as much for you as you did for me. I suppose that’s your charm, isn’t it? If I never sat next to you in English class when there are no other seats available. You helped chase away the haunting memories of the boy that was like my first love while dreaming of the one for you.

And that’s one of the things that I admired the most about you. You were a dreamer, but you were never afraid to show who you are. You dreamed of a bright future as a choreographer, someone who has another person waiting for them at home, someone who has a complete family.

I would have liked to think that the late nights spent watching cheesy rom-coms and impromptu fashion shows would soften the nostalgic look you would have in your eyes when someone brings up something that would remind you of your mother, who died a few years ago.

You’re braver than I would ever be. Seokjin claims that it’s stupidity when he used to hang out with us, but it’s not like any of us have the right to judge.

This is probably never going to be sent out, like most of the others. We promised that we would keep in touch after we leave for our respective universities. I guess that some things in life just weren’t meant to last, and somehow our friendship just fell apart.

Thank you, Hobi. Tell me, did you find her?

Dear Min Yoongi,

You were the sunrise in the early morning. Too early for most people to see the wonderful glow, and disappears into wisps way too fast. You are the shadow that I cannot shake off but yet cannot touch. I met you outside of the door where the boy next door used to live. You stood in the hallway, headphones plugged into your ears, nodding to a rhythm no one else could hear.

You suddenly said, without looking at me, “So, you’re my new neighbour.”

I was going to rebut that you were the new one, not me, but when you looked up I can’t help but think that you were so different than the last boy who lived there, just a few months ago standing in the same spot holding a bottle of bubble solution and blowing, the rainbow spheres bursting into a sprinkle of nothing.

“That’s me,” I said. “When did you move in?”

When did he move out? was the unspoken true question. But you didn’t know me enough to understand the reason for the mood shift when I stepped inside your house and found that everything has changed.

You’re one of these people, the ones that don’t really have a home. Somehow, it started to feel like home with you, and slowly I began to forget about the missed chance of the first boy that I’ve dreamt of kissing. But you’re also like a ghost. I didn’t know much about you, except the fact that you liked watching horror movies and that you would always wear mismatched socks. You never talked about your family, but I figured that you ran away. Somehow, I started not being enough for you, even when you were enough for me.

Now I can’t even remember how your eyes would crinkle up when you laugh, or the exact shade of your eyes when they light up in happiness.

“Don’t forget about me.” You told me before you had to leave. “Even if you start to forget yourself.”

I didn’t promise you anything, because all I could think about was another door, another lost boy, another life, closing in my face.

Tell me, where are you now? Who even are you?

Dear Kim Namjoon,

It’s funny how easily you slipped into my life, between the cracks of laughter in the library when you were supposed to be tutoring me for math, drinking lattes and thinking of the days in the local cafe when Jin and Hoseok still hung out with us. I was always too focused on Hoseok’s antics and the way light would always hit Jin’s perfect face at just the right angles to think of the times when you would slip a Mars bar into my bag wordlessly whenever Jin went out on a date with another girl. When I got a bad grade on a physics test. When I had a fight with my parents.

Everything felt weird when we went back to the cafe after everything fell apart. It was still the same place, but it didn’t feel the same without the same people. Like discovering your favorite shirt years ago in the back of the closet but finding out that it didn’t quite fit anymore.

But some things were still the same. The way your hair would always be a mess in the mornings. The way you added way too much sugar in your coffee. The dimples.

Being with you was like walking down memory lane with the only other person who could really see it the same way as you. You knew about everything, even the time I spent away from the city. You were my lifeguard, my only stability, in the middle of the ocean.

Do you remember the time I tripped and it was you I grabbed onto, not Jin?

After you confessed I found that I simply could not hold onto you, because you wanted to leave and go somewhere on the other side of the world. You turned into a forgotten dream that I could no longer chase.

And everything came to an end. Tell me, why did that beginning turn to the ending way too soon?

Dear Jeon Jungkook,

Every single one of my letters is a snapshot, each a failure. Each boy was like a snowflake, beautiful, unique, and too soon gone. I have to admit that I was a coward. But you were different. That one summer three years ago changed me.

I was on an errand when you bumped into me, ice cream and all. Who would eat ice cream when it’s so cold outside? You. I stood there, in shock, the ice cream making my shirt stick to my stomach in the most uncomfortable way, watching your expression turn from amusement to apologetic.“Oh shit I’m so sorry.”

I stood there, at a loss of what to say. You stared at me, horrified, before scrambling to pick up the groceries that I had dropped and handed them back to me.

“I-know-I-ruined-your-shirt-but-like-I’m-broke-instead-I-can-teach-you-how-to-skate.” You declared in a rush, holding up a worn-up plain skateboard, youthful energy prominent in every single cell of your body, unlike me. I used to call you a giant baby all the time, and you would chuckle and claim that I was the grandma.

Maybe that’s why I wasn’t as hesitant as I should be.

“Why? I don’t like skateboarding.” I replied, wondering why a random boy you met in a park would be offering to teach a stranger how to skateboard of all things.

“You just seemed like a skater girl. Don’t ask me why. Anyways, you’ll change your mind after I teach you.” You stated with a smug undertone, as it was already accomplished, and that just further ruined the first impression.

Sending you a skeptical look, I asked, “Really?”

Tucking the skateboard under your arm, you answered, “You’ll be telling me how much you love me.”

How I wish that we could go back to that time, to a summer where you confessed and I was by your side. I went to find you the day before I was supposed to be heading back to university and asked you if you were willing to wait another year.

You said that you couldn’t, that it’s too hard.

I, in the rush and hurt of the moment, whispered, “I wish I never met you.” I didn’t turn around fast enough to miss the look in your eyes filled with utter betrayal and sadness.

I returned the next year, just a few months before my grandpa passed away, and asked him about a boy named Jeon Jungkook. “He’s at the hospital,” he said, and I felt my heart stop.

“He was hit by a car a few days ago and has been in a coma since the accident. Let me tell you, ever since last summer, that boy has lost the stars in his eyes. I betcha it was a girl who broke his heart…” Grandma rambled, completely unaware of the sound of my own heart shattering.

After I told the nurses I was your girlfriend, they let me in. When I found you in the hospital bed, you looked frail and small.

It’s been too long Jungkook, and you never liked to keep me waiting. I promise that if you wake up and I’ll never ask you to wait for me again. I’ll hold onto you and never let you go.