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ikigyu · 3 years ago

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in another life | beomgyu

➺ synopsis. she's been his crush ever since his first year (high school). 3 years later, fate gave them a chance to become friends, but it didn't last long.

➺ pairings. beomgyu x fem! reader (third-person point of view)

➺ themes. a sad yet happy ending, angst, high school au, slight fluff, afterlife au (?)

➺ warnings. major character death, crying, mentions of heart illness, accidents, swearing, bruises

➺ word count. 7119

➺ playlist. brand new (ben rector); until we die (gentle bones); don't give up on me (andy grammer); clouds (before you exit); love poem (IU); the one that got away (brielle von hugel cover)

➺ author's note. this is probably one of my favorite full-length works I've worked on, especially because it's angst lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy reading! Oh, and don't forget the tissues lolz!!

➥ tomorrow x together masterlist.

CHAPTER Ⅰ. THE DAY I FIRST SPOKE TO YOU.

He stared at her with sparkling eyes. Watching her from afar was the only thing he could do. He was a coward. He was afraid. Afraid that she might push him away and not befriend him like how most people do.

He was seated on the bleachers as he smiles at every move she does. She cheered for her brother who was playing basketball and managed to score 3 points. Beomgyu watched her smile. A smile that anyone would fall for.

How he wished she would smile at him like that.

The school bell rang. The boy immediately stood up and took his bag to head straight to his class. While running, he was yet to notice a particular someone running in his direction, too. It resulted in them bumping into each other.

The person yelped as Beomgyu turned his heel to help the person only to be starstruck. His lips parted while he stared at her. The girl who he only sees from afar was now in front of him. He tried to hide his grin before helping her up by lending his hand forward for her to take it.

She held his hand and helped herself to stand up. As their skin touched, Beomgyu felt a herd of butterflies swimming around his stomach giving him the urge to feel nauseous.

“I’m sorry,”

“I’m sorry too, I wasn’t looking in the way,” she apologized back with a small smile.

“It’s okay,” the boy replied, his eyes glued to their hands still holding each other. The female noticed where he was looking before she retreated her hand slowly. She walked away without saying anything, leaving Beomgyu standing there, smiling like crazy. He watched her figure disappear in the sea of students who were running to class too.

She just spoke... to him. It was unbelievable.

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CHAPTER Ⅱ. THE DAY YOU FIRST FELT BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH BECAUSE OF ME.

It was another day where Beomgyu’s sitting in the bleachers again, waiting for her to appear in his sight. He was too focused on his sketch pad, drawing something that he hadn’t notice her figure sitting beside him.

She smiled cheekily, taking the sketch pad from the boy abruptly, observing his drawing. Beomgyu was taken aback, however. He looked at her wide-eyed, blinking his eyes continuously, still processing if she was really there or was he only dreaming.

“This is cute,” she chuckled, pointing at his drawing. It was a cherry blossom tree and under it was a girl and a boy reading a book together.

His mouth fell agape after realizing he wasn’t dreaming. His heart started hammering inside his chest fast, he was even close to thinking that it was loud enough for her to hear. Her chuckles echoed in his mind before he found himself smiling at her.

She noticed Beomgyu staring as she stared at him back. His eyes met hers. They stared at each other’s orbs, examining each other, engraving their features in their brains. They found themselves under a spell cast by each of them, drowning in each other’s eyes like some deep ocean they couldn’t get out of. It was driving her crazy when she suddenly felt butterflies in her belly, flying around like some wild herds of zebras running away from a predator—it was hard to explain, but it drove her insane.

She was the first one to look away from the boy after realizing how long they’ve been staring at each other like that. Beomgyu did the same.

Both of them stared straight into nowhere. The sound of students chattering and their breathing were the only things audible at that moment. But it died down when Beomgyu felt her stand up and walked away. Like the day before, she left without saying anything.

The boy could only sigh.

His sketch pad was left on the ground. She didn’t even notice she had let go of it while she was staring at him.

Beomgyu smiled when he remembered what happened. She was beautiful up close, he thought. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, her soft skin and pretty eyelashes, he could never forget about that. Especially her lips. Those kissable lips—

He immediately shook his head to wear off the thought of him kissing her.

“I’m probably just hungry,” he said to distract himself. Beomgyu stood up from the bleachers and picked up his sketch pad before walking away.

But little did he know, the drawing he drew earlier flew away with the wind as it landed in front of her feet. She bent down to pick it up. While staring at it, she felt herself smiling.

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CHAPTER Ⅲ. THE DAY WE BECAME FRIENDS.

After the eye contact incident, he couldn’t get her out of his head. He wondered if she was the same.

He was now lying down with his back touching the ground as he watched the bright blue sky and the clouds moving along with the wind. He raised his hand to cover the light that the sun was giving him, squinting his eyes. He just cut class since the teacher wasn’t present.

Beomgyu suddenly felt a presence beside him, making him turn his head to the person. He sat up and stared at the girl in front of him, surprised by her sudden appearance. He noticed her hand holding a paper.

She sat beside Beomgyu, placing both of her hands behind her to support her upper body while she stares at the sky with her eyes squinted like his earlier. “The sky is so clear today, isn’t it?” She asked, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind crashing against her skin and hair.

Beomgyu kept his eyes on her, admiring her pretty side profile. He was so into the feeling that he didn’t even notice his hand that went up to take a strand of her hair to tuck it behind her ear. The girl was taken aback, making her open her eyes to look at the boy who was surprised with his action.

She laughed at his reaction. The tension inside of Beomgyu died down when he heard her laughter. It was music in his ears. He would never get tired of hearing it over and over again.

He noticed himself laughing with her. They were like crazy high school students on the rooftop laughing for no reason.

The laughter died down not long after, at the same time, she stood up and dusted her skirt. He was expecting her to leave like how she does every time they meet, but this time, it was a surprise for him when she lends her hand in front of his face, offering to help him stand up. He took it gladly, and what surprised him more was when she said something he didn’t expect.

“Wanna cut class?” She grinned from ear to ear as she waited for his answer. Since he was already cutting class, he nodded in agreement. With that, the girl pulled him and ran outside of school. The guard tried to chase them but it was no use.

Once they were far and out of the school premises, they looked at each other and laughed. They both placed their hand on their knees for support while they pant because of the long run. Beomgyu’s gaze fell on their intertwined hands that were yet to let go of each other. He smiled from ear to ear before tightening his grip on her hand.

She looked at him with a questioning look which he only responded with a chuckle. After catching their breaths, they straightened their frames as they started to walk to who knows where. While Beomgyu was preoccupied with the beauty of the street they were walking in, she held his hand back.

She ignored Beomgyu’s confused yet amused look, so she just continued walking, hiding the evident blush on her cheeks. It’s either because of the hot weather or the hot guy beside her.

They went to multiple places like the arcade, Hongdae Street, the mall, etc.

The night was young and bright, the two of them walked like they owned the busy streets filled with food and other merchandise stalls. It was an awesome day for Beomgyu to remember. It was a new experience for her to cherish.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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CHAPTER Ⅳ. THE DAY I CONFESSED, AND THE DAY WE BECAME A THING.

Four weeks (One Month) had passed ever since the start of their friendship. And right now, school just finished and Beomgyu was waiting for her at the entrance of the school.

His heart thumped loudly inside his chest while he tried his best to calm himself down. He breathed in and out to ease his nervousness. Why nervous, you may ask? Because he’ll try to confess to her today—to his (one and) only crush ever since his first year of high school.

As he was looking around, he was startled when he felt someone nudged him from behind. He immediately looked behind him, only to be greeted by a girl trying to control her laughter. Beomgyu clicked his tongue before shaking his head at her childish attitude. She really loves laughing, huh.

“Let’s go Beombear!” She exclaimed, encircling her hands on his shoulder. He secretly grinned at the nickname. They were starting to get to know each other as time passes by, and he noticed that even with her other friends, she loves calling them weird and cute nicknames. Out of all the names he heard, Beombear was his favorite.

The two of them went to a café they always go to whenever they have time. She sat in the high chairs near the glass window, to get a good sight of the park that was seen from where she was seated. Beomgyu went to the counter to order their usual drinks and cakes.

After getting their order, he went straight beside her, placing the tray with two iced mocha, vanilla cake, and choco mousse. He didn’t miss the sparkles in her eyes when she looked at the chocolate cake. She ate like a kid but in an elegant way—if that could even make sense.

He then remembered his plan to confess. But how would he start? He glanced at the female beside him who was munching on her cake. The icing on the side of her lips didn’t came unnoticed. Beomgyu raised his thumb and wiped the icing off her lips and licked his own finger. The girl was surprised by his actions, and she could feel her cheeks heat at the sudden contact.

She playfully hit him on the arm as she cupped her face to hide the blush forming on her face. Beomgyu just laughed. He was also amazed by his actions. He didn’t even know where he took the guts to do that.

Taking a deep breath, Beomgyu wished that his confession will be successful. “Hey,” he called out to the girl beside him who was trying hard not to show her flustered state to him. She hummed in response, still avoiding his look.

He subconsciously took her chin in his hands and made her look at him. She blinked at Beomgyu, confused and weirded out by his movements. But not gonna lie, her stomach was doing cartwheels out of romantic excitement.

She gulped seeing his serious expression. Like he was going to say something serious.

“Uhm, I’ve been waiting all my life to say this so I hope you listen carefully since I won’t repeat it,” he sighed before continuing. There was no use in taking his words back now that he just started. He looked straight into her eyes—those beautiful eyes that held the whole universe in them.

“I like you.”

She was speechless. The excitement she felt inside her earlier doubled after those three words left his lips. She had to make sure if she heard it right by pinching herself secretly, and when it did hurt, she then knew she wasn’t dreaming.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, was getting more and more nervous as he stared at the expressionless girl in front of him. He slowly retreated his hand that was holding her chin, laughing awkwardly.

“Haha… you know what? I think you should just forget what I said—”

“I like you too.” She cut him off. Beomgyu’s ears perked at what she said. He tried to contain a smile but it failed.

They were a smiling and giggling mess with their confessions.

After their snack, they walked around in the Park. Hand in hand. Their warm hands were intertwined with each other as they smiled. People were swooning over the sight of the cute couple. They became a thing after their confessions.

It was a dream come true for Beomgyu.

It was already at dawn when the boy decided to send her home. He smiled sweetly at her when they arrived on their veranda. He leaned into the girl and kissed her forehead. The latter smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the exploding butterflies in her stomach.

“Good night, beombear,” she waved her hand at the male when he pulled away. Beomgyu waved at her back.

After making sure she went in safely, he left too.

His heart was jumping and squealing with joy when he slumped on his bed. He held his heart to feel the fast beating, and a smile crept on his lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast, but he didn’t care.

If only he knew.

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CHAPTER Ⅴ. THE DAY I DISCOVERED YOUR SECRET.

History class had just ended and Beomgyu couldn’t wait to see his girlfriend who was waiting for him outside of class. When his eyes caught sight of her familiar figure, a smile automatically broke out from his lips.

She wasn’t facing him, so he went up to her and hugged her from behind, which startled the said female.

“Oh my! Beomgyu, you little…” She had her eyebrows knotted while Beomgyu laughed his ass off, still holding onto her waist. The girl faced him and her slight angry expression changed into a soft smile.

She pecked his lips and it caught the boy off guard.

Another week had passed ever since their first day as a couple, and now, their one of the famous couples in their school. It all felt like a dream to Beomgyu. He couldn’t believe he was now dating the girl who he could only watch from afar for the past 3 years.

She took his hand in hers and pulled him out of the school premises. It became a habit for the two to cut class and go out whenever they want to. Unless it’s an examination day.

The guard tried to run after them, but they couldn’t catch up just like any other day.

The couple ran down the streets with their hands on each other. They didn’t even have a place in mind to go to. They just kept running and running until they arrived in a park where people go out on a date.

Beomgyu looked back and noticed that the guard was nowhere to be seen anymore. The guard gave up before they could even know, they were just too preoccupied with running that’s why they didn’t notice.

They stopped running and started catching their breaths.

But Beomgyu was taken aback by the sound of coughing that came from his girlfriend. At first, he was about to laugh and thought that she was joking until he saw her coughing out blood. His heart crashed as he started to panic. He called for help when he heard a thump that came from the girl.

She fainted.

His heart broke.

He was now outside her hospital room sitting on one of the metallic seats, his face in between his palms. His heart continued pounding inside his chest, worried and nervousness was the only thing he could feel right now.

The girl’s father arrived and was greeted by the doctor that had just come out of the room. Beomgyu stood up immediately and was about to ask how she was, but the father beat him to it.

“How is she?” he asked. His tone was filled with worry, his eyes screamed terrified. It was a sight that broke the young boy’s heart.

The doctor sighed before speaking, “Her heart condition worsened, her heart rate went up to 100-200 per second… it’s failing.” He said, making the elder man shake his head and massaged his temple. “Oh, and one more thing,” he continued, stopping for a brief moment after seeing the father’s worried look, “the tumor in her heart grew up to 7-10 cm wide, it’s becoming critical, Mr. Ahn. Her time is limiting. She still has a few years to live, but if you estimate it, it’s approximately a year and a half.”

Those words felt like a knife stabbing Beomgyu in the heart. His eyes followed the father and the doctor but his ears became deaf. He could only hear muffled sounds and voices. She’s sick. Not just a normal sickness… she was going to die sooner or later. And Beomgyu even felt that it’s his fault why it worsened. His chest clenched as his breaths became uneven.

He was snapped back to reality when the girl’s father faced him with a serious expression. The man scanned him from head to toe, judging him. He felt intimidated by the stare. He was scared. He knew where this was going.

“Are you my daughter’s boyfriend?” He asked. His tone screamed power and authority that can make people answer him immediately. Beomgyu wasn’t an exception. He nodded in response without looking into the man’s eyes. It was still staring at him, sending daggers in his skin.

Beomgyu swore that he saw a hint of worry crossed his eyes but it was immediately replaced with seriousness.

“Break up with her.”

The boy raised his head upon hearing those words. Tears built up in his eyes. I can’t, he wanted to say it, but he felt a lump in his throat preventing him from talking. He couldn’t answer anything. He wanted to oppose but the old man’s stare was stronger than he was right now.

He could only nod, even if it was against his will. His eyes fell on his fingers that wore the promise ring they exchanged with each other.

The promise to love and fight for each other until the end.

He caressed the ring and slowly took it off. He will fight for her, but not now. He needed strength to do that. But he felt weak. And pathetic.

He handed the ring to her father and smiled weakly. “Please give her that, and tell her I love her.” He said in a quivering voice.

The father took the ring and shooed him away. But before Beomgyu could take a step back, he spoke. “If you really love my daughter, you would do anything to not limit her days on earth, will you?” He asked, eyes softening at the mention of his daughter.

Beomgyu nodded with no hesitation.

“Then leave her. And let her live.”

That was the last thing the old man said before entering the hospital room of his daughter.

Beomgyu stood there, glued to his place. A tear fell and dropped on the floor until it came nonstop. He cried and crouched down because of the pain he was feeling. After discovering that she’s been sick even before they met and now she was in a critical condition… and her father even made him leave and break up with her… it was too much for Beomgyu to handle.

He left with a heavy heart after sobbing for minutes in the corridor of the hospital. He didn’t care if people were looking at him, weirded out by the sight of his bloodshot eyes. No one could understand his pain.

No one would.

Meanwhile, inside the hospital room, the girl was staring at her ring. The promise ring. She was worried about Beomgyu’s reaction after hearing that she’s sick. She was nervous.

She stood straight after seeing her father enter the room. “How are you, dear?”

“Where’s Beomgyu? Did you meet him? Did you talked to him?” She ignored her father’s question and bombarded him with lots instead. The man sighed before sitting beside the young girl. He handed her a small thing and when she looked at it, her heart shrank.

The promise ring.

“He wanted to break up. He said that he wouldn’t want to waste his time loving someone who has a limited time to live—” He said the opposite of all the things they talked about. He didn’t wanna see his daughter in pain.

She cut her father off to not hear anymore of his nonsense. “Where is he?” she asked, her eyes still glued on the cold silver ring, playing with it.

“He left. I told you to not fall in love with someone who’ll just hurt you in the end. He even caused you trouble, he’s a bad influence on you.”

She raised her head to look straight into her father’s eyes fiercely. She knew the elder man was lying. Beomgyu would never do that.

“Haven’t you heard what the doctor said? It will still happen eventually, I will still faint and cough out blood, but Beomgyu just happened to be with me at that time. And I know, he would never do that. He can’t imagine hurting me, father. I know him.” She said each word held a strong tone within. The man sighed before holding her hand that had a butterfly syringe on it.

“He did that because he doesn’t want to cause you trouble. I let him because I don’t want my daughter’s time to live to shorten just because of some boy.” He responded, caressing her hand and looked at her with a worried expression. But the girl was unfazed. She will fight for the person who made her feel love. She will fight for the boy who cared and saw her as a person and not just a sick person.

She retreated her hand from her father’s and looked back at him with a more fierce look if that’s even possible. “He’s not just some boy, dad. He’s my boyfriend! He’s the love of my life and I want to spend my remaining days loving him with him by my side!” She raised her voice which caught the old man off guard. Never did she once dared to raise her voice at her own father.

“If you want me to live my remaining days with happiness, then don’t take Beomgyu away from me. Let me be with him. I never thought a day like this would come when I’ll have the guts to say that I love him more than my own family, who did nothing but suffocate me with their overprotectiveness. My family, who never cared about my happiness and just tried to take people away from me,” Her lips quivered, her vision was blinded with tears. She never imagined speaking like this in front of her father, but she cared less.

“I’ve spent enough years with my family… so please, don’t take this opportunity away from me to love someone who isn’t my family by blood.” Her voice cracked as she stared at her father with a pleading look, begging him with her eyes.

Her father could feel his heartbreaking seeing his daughter this way. But half of him felt proud. She grew up to be a strong woman who will do anything to fight for the person she loves.

Just like her mother. If only he fought for her like how their daughter did. That was his only regret. And he saw in Beomgyu’s eyes that he was willing to fight for his daughter too.

He didn’t want to stop them. He doesn’t want Beomgyu to have the same regret when she leaves.

A tear fell at the same time from their eyes.

He nodded at the young girl with a proud smile. “You grew up to be like your mother too, huh? You’re not a baby anymore.” He chuckled as he cried, caressing his daughter’s hair.

Her eyes softened before hugging her father, “I love him, dad. So much.”

Two days passed and she was discharged from the hospital. She was now in school, walking and looking around trying to find the boy that she came here for. She was confused ‘coz he was nowhere to be found.

She went to the rooftop, he wasn’t there. She left the school and went to the coffee shop they go to, he wasn’t there. She was frustrated but she didn’t give up. Her feet dragged her to the park they go out to, but then again, he wasn’t there.

She ran to the Han River Bridge and to her surprise, he was there. Standing and staring into the void. She felt relieved.

She walked slowly to the boy who was yet to feel her presence.

“Beomgyu…”

The boy’s head turned almost immediately, surprised by the girl’s appearance. He stammered.

“W-Why are you here?”

“Don’t worry, I was discharged yesterday. I came here for you, of course.” She smiled sweetly before strolling to his place. And once she was face to face to the boy, she tiptoed and leaned in to plant a long and soft kiss on his lips.

He kissed her back, his hands finding it’s way to her cheeks to cup her face. Their lips moved in sync, savoring each second that passed and cherishing the moment they were having. It was a familiar warmth for the two of them.

In the arms of the person they love.

Seconds later, they pulled away, panting. Beomgyu smiled and placed his forehead on hers.

She explained everything to the boy while they were on the rooftop of their school watching the setting sun. Her head was on his shoulder, hands playing with his. She never felt happier than spending time with Beomgyu.

“I love you so much, Beomgyu. No words can ever explain it.”

“I love you too. So much.”

“Thank you for being here with me, and I’m sorry,” she said. The boy turned his head and caressed her hair, kissing her forehead.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry because you just wasted 3 years of your life watching and liking me from afar. If only I had known you back then, then I would spend more time with you… you don’t know how much I regretted not meeting you earlier. This sucks,” A tear fell from her eyes, not listening to Beomgyu who was shushing her to stop talking. Her heart was filled with ‘what if’s and regrets. She only wanted to say sorry.

“If only you had love someone else who’s not me, then you wouldn’t have to experience losing someone. That person would’ve spent the rest of her life with you without worry. But Beomgyu, why does it have to be me?” Her lips trembled as her voice cracked, at the same time, his heart did too.

“I don’t regret loving you. Yes, I do have lots of regrets, but loving you is not one of them,” he whispered. “You’re my first love, and you’ll be my last. No one can tell me to stop loving you, because even if how many times they try, they can never make me. If the time comes when I stopped loving you, then that only means one thing: I already died. It’s against my will to stop loving you.” He continued, not caring if he sounded cheesy because that’s the truth.

“If I managed to like you from afar, then I know I’ll survive living without you by my side,”

“You do know that that’s two different things, right?”

He’s aware. He’s aware that those were two different types of pain and heartbreak. He was aware that it’ll hurt to lose her than like her from afar.

He was scared. He was a coward. Now that she was in his arms, why did this have to happen? I guess the gods were against their loving. Fate wasn’t having it, that’s a fact.

“I’m sorry I can’t even fulfill the promise of marrying you and traveling to Japan with you.” She chuckled.

Beomgyu laughed before squeezing her hand in his, “Don’t worry, I’ll travel to Japan for you.” They laughed at the same time. It was such a moment for them to remember for the rest of their lives.

“Even if I have to die loving you, I’ll do that. No one can stop me from loving the girl that held my heart in her fragile hands. That’s how much I love you.”

She was happy to hear that. She was happy to see that Beomgyu was fighting for her and their love for each other. He proved to her that he was willing to love and fight for her even though she’s going to die sooner or later.

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CHAPTER Ⅵ. THE LAST AND THE LETTER.

4 months had passed by so fast. She was now sleeping on her hospital bed, many tubes were connected to her. It was a devastating sight. The doctors arrived in her room and prepared her for another operation.

The last 4 months were filled with her dealing with lots of operations to take the tumor out of her heart. The surgeons managed to take out some of it, but it wasn’t enough to stop her heart from failing. The more they performed operations on her, the more they put her heart in a critical condition.

Today was the last operation—and the most critical one. If the doctors fail this surgery, her life will be an end game.

She wakes up and prepared herself.

She looked around and was disappointed to not see any sign of a boy named Beomgyu around. He was in school since today was exam day.

She then remembered that today was the last operation. She became nervous each second. What if the operation won’t go well? That question ran around her mind. She wanted to see Beomgyu and make sure to see his face before she’s gone. She was more worried about not seeing the boy rather than the operation itself.

On the other hand, Beomgyu had his phone on silent. He was currently in the classroom, sitting on his desk while answering an exam. He couldn’t hear nor feel the continuous ringing of his phone inside his bag. He was too engrossed in this one question written on his paper; what would you sacrifice for the person you love?

The first thing that came to his mind was her. What would he sacrifice for her? He glanced at his bag that was placed near his foot, then at the teacher who was busy reading other students’ test papers. He secretly fished his phone out of the pockets of his bag and look if any notifications came from her.

His heartbeat raced when he saw 15 missed calls from her brother. It made him stand up abruptly, ignoring the weird looks his classmates were giving him. He gulped as he took his bag from the floor and ran out of the classroom without looking back.

The teacher was calling and shouting his name, but he didn’t care and pretended that he wasn’t hearing anything.

He would sacrifice everything. That includes his time. Seeing her was more important than some tests. He could always retake the exam but he can never turn back time.

He tried dialing Yeonjun, her brother, but he didn’t answer. Beomgyu frustratingly ran his hand through his hair.

When he was out of the school premises, he ran faster. He bumped into people but he didn’t have the time to say sorry, he can’t waste another second.

But unfortunately, he bumped into some gangsters on the way. He fell to the ground. The boy tried to stand up but one of the men that he crashed into kicked his stomach, making him groan at the impact. Those boys were the same age as him but they looked more strong and Beomgyu was outnumbered.

The other members of the gang, or whatever you call it, started punching and kicking him. He had no strength to fight back, his vision started to blur and his sense of hearing could only hear muffled sounds and nothing else felt clear for him. When he felt a metallic taste on the side of his lips, that was when he woke up to reality.

He stopped a fist that was about to punch him and pushed the lad to the ground. He didn’t care if he was being chased but he ran without looking back.

When he collided with a man who was holding his bike—he didn’t waste time to get on in and sped away to the hospital.

Meanwhile, she was standing at the entrance of the operation room, still waiting for a boy to appear. She kept on refusing to enter the room not until he arrives. The girl noticed from her peripheral vision that the doctors were looking at the time, seemingly starting to feel impatient.

She wanted to see him. He was always there whenever she’s in an operation, but right now, she sensed a different feeling inside her. Something was wrong, that was a fact.

One of the surgeons tapped her shoulder and looked at her with a meaningful look, “we need to start the operation now,” they said.

The girl sighed, looking back again at the corridor, hoping to see or at least hear him running to where she is. But nothing appeared. She had no choice but to nod at the surgeon.

She entered the surgery room with a heavy heart.

As for Beomgyu, he was paddling with force, gathering all his strength to fastened his pace to arrive at the destination.

But life wasn’t on their side.

When he was about to cross the road, he heard continued beeping from a distance. And when he turned his head towards the sound, he felt his blood getting drained from his body.

Before he could move an inch, the car ran over him and collided with the bicycle he was cycling.

His body dropped down to the floor. He felt his body numb at the impact. His breathing started to become uneven as tears built up in his eyes.

He felt his phone vibrating not far from him, glancing at it, he tried to reach for it. His hand trembled while he answered the call. He heard nothing but static sounds from the other line until someone spoke up.

“B-Beomgyu?”

Judging by the voice, he knew that it was Yeonjun. The boy didn’t have enough strength to answer, so he just listened. There was a deafening silence before the other line continued.

“She’s gone.”

He felt his body became more numb if that was even possible. He wanted to see her, he wanted to scream at Yeonjun for making a joke like that… but it was all true.

Blood crawled down from his forehead to his cheek and it came in touch with a tear that fell his eye. His heart clenched and he couldn’t breathe. He tried to cry but nothing came out. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t.

Instead of crying, he heard a laugh escaped his lips. He laughed because it hurts. He laughed because he felt numb. He didn’t care if the people were sending him weird looks, giving themselves a mental note to not go near the boy who just got hit by a car and was suddenly laughing like some maniac.

He placed his arm over his eyes and cried. He was going insane. He felt lots of mixed emotions. Sadness and regrets.

Earlier, in the hospital, before she died. The doctors were in the middle of the surgery when a surgeon had hit a sensitive nerve in her heart that made the monitor beep fast and loud. The girl felt her body numb than it already was. The unconscious girl saw her life flashed before her.

Is this it? Is this finally the end?

Before the beeping cut off, she saw Beomgyu in her dream. She was leaning on his shoulder under a cherry blossom tree, reading a book. That scene was familiar to her. It was the drawing that she took from the boy.

She smiled inside her head bitterly. She promised to look for him in their next life and wished for her to not have any sickness. She wanted to live quietly with him. She wishes to love him with nothing and no one stopping them from getting what they want.

Because if they were really for each other, fate would do everything to bring them back together again. If not, they will still oppose the rule of love and fate and continue loving each other even if it was forbidden.

The beeping stopped. As her heart did too.

And her last tear escaped her eye.

A week has passed ever since she left. Beomgyu was standing in front of her grave as he smiled with bitterness. His hand had a bandage all over it because of the accident he had on the same day she died.

“I failed this year,” he laughed at himself, looking up in the sky. “But hey, at least I had to sacrifice something… though, too bad I didn’t see you,” a tear left his eye before he continued. “I love you. I hope you know that wherever you are.”

He looked at his free hand and stared at the paper he was holding. Yeonjun gave it to him and told him that it came from her.

He opened it and read it carefully, feeling his eyes heat up from the tears that were starting to build up inside again.

Dear Beombear,

My first love. Yes, you were my first love. The boy who made me feel me and not giving me special treatment just because I’m sick. I didn’t tell you about my sickness because I know that you’ll just treat me like how other people do. But I was thankful, nonetheless. Do you know where I met you? It was that one night where I was ditched by my prom date. You were alone too, as far as I remember. I actually wanted to come up to you and talk… but I was shy hehe. But that wasn’t the first time I saw you in school. If you remember that day in our school field trip, that time where you sprinted your ankle? Haha, you were funny but I felt bad, of course.

And then… the first time I talked and spoke to you was when we bumped into each other while on the way to our class. I had a crush on you that time. And then, I gathered a whole lot of courage to come up to you. When we stared at each other, I felt like I was melting. Your eyes are so pretty, beomgyu, I was drowning in them.

And let’s skip all the other things and let me get to the point. When you said you liked me, you don’t know how happy I was. But I felt bad. Why did you have to like me, a girl who has a critical heart condition that at any minute, may collapse? But if someone asks me if I wanted it, hell yeah. I was being selfish. I didn’t want you to leave me so I still didn’t tell you.

But when I heard you fighting for me, I didn’t want to die. Well, who does? But what I mean is that… I want to be selfish and hold your heart until the end. But I know that won’t happen. Because first of all, I’ll die. Second, you’ll meet other people in your life that’ll spend the rest of their life with you. I don’t want you to be hurt because of me so please, don’t live the rest of your life loving me. I’m giving you permission to love someone else, make yourself happy Beomgyu.

I just don’t want you to hold onto something that you know will never go back to you, and that’s me.

Don’t worry, I’ll find you in my next life and I promise that I’ll never, ever leave you. I love you, my beombear <3

Sincerely, your girlfriend for life.

Beomgyu was sobbing after he read the letter. His heart clenched tightly as he continued hitting his chest.

He wanted to see her. He wanted her back, but she was right. No matter how many times he cries, he can never bring her back. There was no use in waiting for her.

But he loves her. So much, that he was willing to die right there just to see her again. He saw her smile inside his head, he heard her addicting laugh and then, her last words…

Live the way you want, Beomgyu. I won’t stop you, but if you kill yourself just to follow me, then remember that you will not just commit a sin. You will hurt me too. So just fulfill your promise, and don’t do anything that’ll hurt yourself because if you do, I’ll haunt you in your sleep.

He trusted her. He trusted her promise to find him in their next life.

Because he loves her.

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EPILOGUE. IN ANOTHER LIFE.

A girl was walking on the sidewalk. She was in her mid-20s and she was working for a huge business company. Her heels clicked with every step she takes.

The sun was shining ever so brightly that it almost blinded her. A smile crept up on her lips when she caught sight of a boy on the other side of the road. She waved her hand at the man.

The said male saw her and waved at her back with a smile that went up ear to ear. He crossed the road without any hesitation and went to her.

The girl hugged him when he arrives in front of her.

“Beomgyu, did you eat?” She asked, raising her head to give him a soft peck on the lips. The boy nodded as he chuckled.

Fate did its job. They brought them back together.

And this time, nothing can ever break them apart, no one can lay a finger on them. Because their love for each other is out of this world.

THE END.

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the-zebra-dragon · 3 years ago

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Me? Writing ISWM x Original Brain Story fanfic on main? Is this real? I’ve never talked about these ocs in great detail. I also do be procrastinating on actually writing their thing. Ft. Some main characters and a Captain OC, mostly to mess with the characters’ heads. There’s some lore in the tags also lol enjoy

Summary: After finally fixing the mess with the wormhole, the Invincible Colony is off to a rocky start on a new planet. Luckily, a couple of locals show up.

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So, the planet wasn’t exactly what was expected.

Long range scans showed a lush planet with intelligent life. Landing there showed nothing but desert for the foreseeable horizon.

So that was… a mess.

Mark and Burt were busy with setting up some greenhouses when Celci appeared from seemingly nowhere. “Get out here. You two need to see this, now!“

Outside of the greenhouse, every crewmate was staring up at the sky in varying degrees of shock and awe. When Mark looked up, a massive batlike shape circled above, with a long neck and a tail and-

“It’s a DRAGON.” Gunther snapped. “Where’s the Captain? I need her to authorize some heavy artillery-“

Before he could finish, the dragon gave a powerful sweep of her wings and shot off to just outside of their little camp, pulling into a steep dive and skimming the ground, coming closer. There was something on the dragon’s back. A very human-shaped something.

Mark quickly remembered he was second in command and thus had to delegate. “Cece, go get the captain. Gunther, Burt, let’s go see what they want.”

“On it.” Celci saluted. An unknown lifeform in the middle of the desert was no time for banter. As they approached, the dragon’s appearance became clearer- black and white striped, like an earth zebra; and a big gold bandanna wrapped around her neck.

The thing on her back looked impressively like a human up close- short, maybe even childlike, with a shock of wild green-and-purple hair. The two eased down onto a pile of greenhouse parts the engineers had yet to assemble, the dragon’s rider hopping off but remaining rooted to the top of the pile.

Mark stepped right up to her makeshift platform, holding his hands up. Fuckin… where was the captain? She was better at diplomacy than him! He wasn’t prepared at all, and as such, he opted to rather loudly and slowly declare, “HELLO! WE. COME. IN. PEACE.”

The humanoid’s golden eyes slid from Mark to Burt, then directly over to Gunther. Her eyebrows raised, and her dragon grumbled something unintelligible.

The dragon rider burst into laughter.

“That’s… that’s good, right?” Mark asked. “That’s not bad?” Internally he was simply screaming ‘what the fuck’ in various tones and volumes.

The human straightened up, wiping her eyes. “I- pff!- I’m sorry! I’m soso sorry!” She giggled. “I just- look, you two, I can believe-“ she gestured to Mark and Burt, then at Gunther- “but HIM? No way!” She doubled over laughing again, her dragon reaching a wing around her for balance. “We come in peace- what kind of alien movie did you just come out of? Ha!”

It hadn’t really occurred to Mark that bringing their ADS Lead, who was wearing two belts of ammunition and dual wielding pistols, was not exactly a great impression. “I swear, we’re just trying to find a new home- you wouldn’t believe what kind of trip we’ve had, looking for a planet to colonize-“

“And you set down on the GROUND?” The dragon tamer spit the word with the same contempt as if she was telling him he was trying to colonize hell. “What is wrong with you?”

“Our long range scanners showed vegetation and sapient life.” Burt explained quickly.

“Didn’t expect the first alien we came across to be so sarcastic, though.” Gunther snorted.

The human and her dragon rolled their eyes, deftly ignoring him. “Again. The ground?” She pointed down in a manner that struck Mark as sarcastic. “Couldn’t have picked a nice continental to settle on? That’s where all the vegetation and sapient life is.”

“Okay, well, where and what is that, exactly?” Mark asked.

The human grinned, leaning forward ever so slightly. “Ooh, are you telling me to take you to my leader?”

The dragon snorted and grabbed the back of her shirt in her teeth, teetering her back away from the edge. The human grumbled something unintelligible, the dragon responded the same tone. “Alright, sorry, Zoey.”

At that moment, Celci reappeared, dragging the captain by the arm. “Found her!”

“I can see that.” Mark said. “Captain, good to see you.”

The captain ignored him entirely. The visor of her helmet was directly pointed at the human and her dragon, a hand slowly raising to point.

“Howdy, Cap’!” The human exclaimed, cheerfully pointing back.

The Captain shook her head, crossing and flailing her arms into a very strong NO gesture. She held her arms still a moment, flailing further as she realized she couldn’t easily point and gesture her way through this interaction.

Mark put his arm around her. “Hey, Captain, it’s alright. What’s bugging you?”

The Captain began to frantically scrabble for the release on their helmet.

“Woah, woah!” Gunther exclaimed. “Is that allowed? You feeling okay, Cap’n?” Nevertheless, he rushed up to her back and began to help with one of the latches.

Mark began to undo another one, quietly murmuring to her. “It’s alright, Cap’n. Whatever’s got you so freaked out, I know we’ll get through it. Together, you and me. And everyone else, but you and me mostly.”

Burt and Celci began to pitch in on the latches. The Captain was very specific about her helmet, in that nobody was allowed to touch it or see under it. She’d lost it in one loop, but Mark had refused to look.

For her to be tearing it off now, and accepting the help, something must be very, very, wrong. The dragon and her tamer were weirdly silent.

As the helmet loosened, the other team leads took their hands away. Mark started to take his hands off as his latch gave, but she reached up and brought them back, planting them on the sides of the helmet. She nodded softly, gently pointing at him and then herself.

“You and me.” Mark agreed. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded vigorously. Gently, Mark lifted her helmet.

He’d only ever seen her eyes through the visor, but they were as kind as ever; so dark black it was like looking into the lense of a camera. She was young, a kiddish face, even. A long scar ran across her throat, the injury that rendered her mute. And-

A mess of green and purple hair.

Mark looked between his beloved Captain and the stranger and her dragon; both equally shocked.

“Hi there.” The dragon rider said, her face splitting into an awed grin. “I’m King.”

The Captain nodded, mouthing two words.

‘Me too.’

#in space with markiplier #the space between #<these are tags for this if I continue this>#TSB x ISWM #minor lore breakdown: this planet died a long time ago so now there are moving islands called continentals that people live on #Zoey and Creatures Like Her are able to move between the Continentals without issue #King and Zoey under the impression that the ground’s cursed. to them at least. they are not touching it.#the invincible crew has definitely set down in the wrong spot but we can forgive them cause it’s not like they knew what to look for #I’ve probably missed some stuff I’ll update the tags if I think of anything

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elphiej · 4 years ago

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Be My Light - Chapter 3: Try to Stay Calm and Move on.

*Genre: Mafia, angst, eventual smut, slow burn

*Warnings: references to drug usage/ withdrawal, reference to sexual situations/ sex work/ trafficking.

Author’s note: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy the next chapter. True to my style, it’s a little long but I think it flows well enough. Thank you for those who have commented on my previous chapters. I very much appreciate it. Thank you for your patients as well; work has been busy and I found out I had covid. I’m ok now but it did set me back a bit in finishing this. As always, please let me know what you think or let me know if you have any comments. I love them and all of you. Please enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Try to Stay Calm and Move On

Central Mercy was one of the largest and most active hospitals in all the city. And as you followed the EMTs through the trauma bay doors, the floor was full of medical staff moving about assessing patients. True to its name, Mercy didn’t discriminate and took in those that smaller practices were too scared to take: gang related cases. They feared retaliation. But Mercy was only interested in saving people. A team from the surgical floor came up beside the fast-moving gurney, listening as the EMT got them up to speed. You added some details, though your eyes never left the man on the gurney; he hadn’t regained consciousness since the police arrived and he seemed even paler than before. One of the nurses whispered that Doctor Na was waiting in the operating theatre. Henry Na was one of the top surgeons in all of Central and you felt a wave of relief knowing that the patient couldn’t be in better hands. But deep down, you knew you wouldn’t be at complete ease until you saw the young man awake and alright. And the fear of the unknown made you not want to lose sight of him.

Before you could question why you felt so drawn to stay by the stranger, one of the nurses put her hands out in front of her and forced you to come to a stop right outside the OR doors. The doors slid shut and you were left alone in the hallway. And that is where the connection should have ended. Doctor Na and his staff would take good care of him, then he’d be transferred to another floor, and you would move on to your own patients. But you couldn’t stop the feeling of wanting to be near the stranger you found in the middle of a gun battle. But why? Could it be because you were a kind-hearted nurse or that you had just gone through a horrific experience together? You had asked him to explain what you had gotten yourself into after all. Perhaps on one of your breaks you could go visit? Was that weird? What would you say? ‘Hi, remember me? I’m the idiot who saved you after you got shot. Want to be friends?’

Honestly, you didn’t think you were so desperate for companionship that you’d try to forge a friendship with some random guy who’s background you didn’t know. What were you expecting- a friendly relationship that could develop into something else? This wasn’t one of those romantic comedies you watched with Amber and, based on your track record, you weren’t that lucky. For all you knew, this guy was just as dangerous as the man with the cane. With the increase in U4-1A cases, was this a drug deal gone bad? It would be a shame if someone that handsome turned out to be a druggie. There were supposedly others that had gotten away; it could be a turf war. There were so many dangerous possibilities that ran through your mind. No, you sighed, it was best just to let it go. If you were meant to see him again, fate would make it so. Then, you would get some answers. But for now, it was time to get to work and move on.

“I’m sure Jax is pulling his hair out by now,” you wondered, out loud. “Wonder what Amber’s going to say.”

You didn’t have to wonder long, for as you turned on your heels, Amber was standing right behind you. Nerves still on edge, you couldn’t help but jump backwards. Amber was the definition of sweet but intimidating as her eyes bore into you. She was thin and lanky, completely swallowed by her baggy scrubs. She had a sharp face with short blonde hair that had been styled with an undercut. That, paired with her piercings and elaborate tattoos that decorated her arms, gave her a strong androgynous look that caught a lot of attention. She stared at you with a look of mixed anxious worry and anger.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/N,” she said, leaning in, “what the Pineapple?! Are you crazy or stupid?”

“Is both an option,” you countered, trying to lighten the mood.

Amber reached over and flicked her middle finger against your forehead. “I’m serious, dumbass, you really gave me a heart attack. You didn’t answer my text and I hear from the dispatch that you’re at the scene of a gang shooting?! I can’t begin to tell you the images my brain was coming up with! I thought I’d find you on a stretcher, covered in blood. I mean,” she gave you a meaningful look up and down, “more so than this.”

You followed her gaze and, finally, got a good look at yourself. Your simple grey hoodie was covered in dark, splotchy patterns. The cuffs of your sleeves were dried dark from when you had tried to apply pressure to his wounds, there was a large stain on your side that had soaked through to your scrubs from carrying the young man behind the counter, and splattering decorated all over the rest of you. You were glad that the EMTs let you ride along in the ambulance; it would have made your bus ride more interesting looking like a slasher movie victim.

You held up your hands, defensively. “It’s not mine. I promise, I didn’t get hurt. It’s from the real victim.”

Amber sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Come on,” she said, ushering you away from the Operating rooms, “let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll tell Jax what’s going on after I get rid of these clothes. There’s no saving them.”

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Having skipped your shower this morning due to time, you were quite thankful for the warm water that eased the anxiety still rampant. Once Amber was satisfied that you weren’t injured, she brought you some new scrubs and bagged up your soiled ones to dispose of them. You were annoyed that you were losing your hoodie, since it was the only one you had since coming to Central and you hadn’t had time to go buy new clothes yet. At least you had packed the extra long sleeve shirt to help against the seasonal chill. Amber had left you a pair of grey scrubs that would help you blend in to your work shift. Once you changed, you made your way to your supervisor’s office. Jax was an older gentleman who always seemed to be on the edge of some emotion. The second he saw you, he flung himself at you and made you swear you were to never scare him to the point of turning his hair grey ever again. It took you promising five times before he let you head to your station.

You weren’t surprised to see Amber sitting at the desk. However, you were surprised to see that she had surrounded herself with a wall of binders and notebooks while she typed away at the computer.

“Are you preparing for an invasion?”

“No, you have to stay away,” Amber cried in the most melodramatic tone she could muster. “You can’t come near me. Flee while you can!”

You tried to contain your laughter with truly little success. “Okay? What happened since I showered? Were you exposed to something or are you just being weird?”

“No, you just have to avoid me! I’m dangerous! I’m a girl with tattoos,” she exclaimed, holding her heavily tattooed arms out for display. “You have to avoid me!”

You almost fell over from how strong you rolled your eyes. “You must have seen Mr. Young this morning.”

“Well, someone had to since you decided to be an action star. And he was extremely disappointed to not see you.”

You sat down in the chair next to her and wrapped your arms around her and rested your chin on her shoulder. “I’ll pop in on him later. For the record, I like your tattoos. I think they’re super cool.”

“Don’t think you being cute with all those compliments are gonna distract me from your stupidity. What the heck were you thinking?”

“I know,” you sighed, “I’m sorry that I worried you.”

“Worried? That doesn’t even begin to describe that. You didn’t answer my call this morning. Then, I get a text from a random number, apparently you. Only to find out about the shooting. I had a feeling something bad was gonna happen this morning. Spill it, Y/N. What happened?” You gave your friend a quick recap from when you left your building to when the police found you behind the counter trying to keep the young man conscious. You decided to leave out the creepy encounter with the man with the cane and the encounter with the other gang member you had hit with the crowbar; you didn’t want her to worry any more than she already was. The entire time, Amber’s face was stern and she had crossed her arms over her chest. “See, this is why you should have just stayed with me at my loft. You’re all alone down there. Clearly I was right about it not being safe.”

“Don’t be like that. I know you keep saying that you didn’t mind me staying with you, but it was time for me to start trying to live my life again. It may not be as nice as your place but it’s mine. And, this incident excluded, nothing bad has ever happened. It’s just that I couldn’t stop thinking about what I went through and being stronger than the bullies. You taught me that.”

“Yeah but I didn’t mean going against a gun wielding psycho. It was a metaphor for the nightmares and that piece of shit you call an ex.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.” You flashed Amber some pleading eyes and pouting lip. “I’m really sorry.”

Amber groaned, but smiled back at you. “You’re lucky I like you. But I get one more bad feeling, I’m dragging you back and never letting you out of my sight.” She slid you a cup of coffee that you greedily took. You were sure that you had lost your tumbler somewhere at the bus stop, never to be seen again. “By the way, what was the random number you texted from? Did you get a new phone without telling me?”

You almost choked on your coffee. You had hoped she wouldn’t have asked about that, knowing full well she was not going to be happy about the answer. You cursed at yourself for texting her from it. But with her staring at you, you knew you couldn’t get around it. You reached into your pocket and handed it to her. She, instantly, knew what it was and snatched it from you.

“Why do you have this still? I thought you got rid of it?”

“I didn’t mean to grab it. I was in a hurry this morning and it fell into my bag. I left the one you gave me at home and didn’t have time to go back up and get it.”

“But you had time to run after gun shots?” She tapped around on the screen. “All the settings are back to normal. The locations and notifications are back on, too. Did he call you? Look at all the voice mails.”

“I didn’t call him. The last message was days ago. I just texted you and read a couple messages. Don’t give me that look, Amber. I was just curious. I have no desire to call him or see him. I’m starting to get somewhat normal. Last thing I want is to fall back into a bad mind set. I just read a few texts to see what he was saying while I was walking. I swear, that’s all. Don’t worry about the settings. He’s not as smart or as tech savvy as you. He couldn’t grasp the concept of emojis, I doubt he’s gonna try anything you’re thinking of. I honestly just needed a phone for today. When I get home, it’s getting shut off and it’s going away for good.”

“He’s such a scuzzball, trying to still contact you after all that. This would be less stressful if you gave me his address. I’ll kick his ass up and down the coastline for what he did.”

“I don’t doubt that. But I have to listen to the group’s advice and just let it go. And I think it’s time I try to focus on other things. That’s the way I’m gonna start to really get better, right?” You had been saying that for a while now, not really knowing how to move on or if you could. But something had changed. You couldn’t help but think back to the gang member, and how he reminded you of Daniel in those last moments you were together. There was a sense of relief and freedom that you just couldn’t help but relish in. It had almost been a cathartic experience that your body needed, the strength to take back yourself. To give back what you felt, to let all that rage and hate that you held deep inside out. It may not have healed you completely, but it was a start.

The two of you started going over the case load for the day. Even as short staffed as you were, Amber had taken care of most of the early duties: checking on patients, dropping off medicine, and dealing with Mr. Young. You started going through the new files that were stacked on the station while Amber read the report from some of the other floors. It was interesting to see what was happening elsewhere in the ever-busy hospital. There was nothing about your gunshot victim yet, and you crossed your fingers that he was going to be alright. No news was good news, you figured. Amber had started talking about the new U4-1A cases that had been admitted since you were last there. There were four more cases since your last shift. And one of the new cases didn’t make it past 2 days. U4-1A was a highly addictive drug that played off of peoples’ want to feel good and exploited it to deadly consequences.

“I can’t believe how many cases there are now.”

“Tell me about it. It’s the new hot thing on the streets. Everyone wants to find ‘Euphoria’.”

You gave Amber a confused look. “Find ‘Euphoria’? Is that what they call it?”

Amber grabbed a paper and wrote it out. “Yeah, it makes sense when you look at it and read it out. Change the 1 to an I, and it says euphoria. It sounds better when you’re trying to score without drawing attention, I guess. Remember that one guy who was going through withdrawals at the underground club? He kept asking me if I could ‘help him find Euphoria’.”

“Seems way too intense for a club drug. If it’s supposed to be like ecstasy and make you feel really good, why does it make you go through the worst kind of side effects and an even worse withdrawal?”

“The theory the cops believe now is that it was made, primarily, for the sex trade industry. Very little doses make you feel nice and all that. But pure U4-1A does all that and more. It needs to work its way out of the system fast else it causes heart failure and other bad things. Whoever made it added chemicals that affect the brain and senses, so the user loses all inhibitions and is in a constant state of intense arousal. So much so that the user is willing to do anything to find a release with anyone. I heard Mary, the lady who’s been on the most U4-1A cases has had to do a lot of things just shy of actually fucking them. That considered, it makes sense that it would have started in the sex industry; a willing participant is better than one that fights in their eyes.”

It was true that U4-1A, or Euphoria, made people feel euphoric and intensified the pleasure of touch. But from what you had heard from Amber and some of the other nurses, when the patients are under the influence of the powder, they beg anyone to do any kind of sexual act to help them chase the feeling. Whatever sick bastard who created it made it so the user couldn’t find relief on their own, either. Another hospital had thought that if the patients were aroused that it should be enough to let them handle it on their own, since it seemed release was the way to increase the heart rate and move the substance through the system. But the first few patients were in distress for hours until their hearts gave out from the effects of the chemicals in their blood. Doctor Na had been trying to see if any kind of physical activity, outside of sexual, could be the key to rehabilitating the Euphoria addicts. But it hadn’t seemed to be working. With more cases rising, there didn’t seem to be a treatment unless you had only the smallest amount. And survivors from the withdrawal seemed to be just as slim. The patients went through intense fevers, tremors, breathing problems, and pain without the substance. One of Central’s patients didn’t last two days of withdrawals.

“I’m telling you,” Amber went on, drawing you out of your thoughts, “I don’t care who or how many are rocking my world or how long since my last date. No orgasm is worth dying for.”

You let out a small chuckle at her attempt to push away from a not-so-fun topic. You nodded your head in agreement, though you couldn’t really remember the last time you had experienced anything other than a kiss from your ex. You could feel Amber’s eyes on you as you shuffled through the rest of the files.

“So, speaking of orgasms,” she segwayed, leaning over with an eyebrow arched, “since you seem to be ready to start making some changes in your life, when are we gonna get you out for a date night?”

“I didn’t say I was ready for a relationship.”

“Whoa, who said anything about a relationship? I’m just saying have some fun, get a dinner, meet someone and start getting more confident with yourself. I have some friends I could set you up with. All of them are sweet and know I would kill them if they tried anything.”

You hadn’t really thought about dating or anything like that. You had been so focused on healing your mind and getting settled into a new routine that it hadn’t even crossed your mind. You want to tell her ‘No’ but you found yourself considering it. Maybe it would be a good idea to just try to hang out with someone other than Amber. “I don’t know…,” you mused.

That was all Amber needed. “Let’s just imagine. What’s your type? I mean, besides the complete opposite of your ex.”

“I don’t really think I have a type. I know that Daniel was my friend and we were always together, so I think that’s why we started dating. But I don’t think I have one other than being a nice guy.”

“Okay, let’s think about this. How about my friend Bryce?” You made a face, remembering the one time you met Eric when Amber and you went shopping and he spilled his drink all over you. “Okay, maybe not. How about Lee or Michael?”

“They’re nice, I think.”

“Oh, what about Dean from the kitchen staff? He’s so hot!”

“The guy with the guitar and the smooth voice? The one who flirts with everyone and shows off his tattoos? Yeah, he’s definitely hot. Maybe too hot for someone like me. I feel like you two would fit together better.”

“Stop that, you are so cute. I’d date you. I’d even give you a kiss goodnight.” Amber moved in to kiss you on the cheek, only to find her rolling chair being pushed by your foot. “Fine, see if I kiss you ever again. How about Eric from the pediatric ward? I’ve seen you two talk and he’s really easy to be around. Ooh, or Chris? You know, the one with the cute accent and hot body to match? I think you two would be able to reach your own version of euphoria.”

“Ok, I’m done with you. You are ridiculous. I have patients to get to. And, even if I didn’t, I would rather get hit on by Mr. Young than have you start talking about me and some random guy.”

Amber busted out laughing as you grabbed some charts and all but ran from the desk. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep workshopping it. This is just the next project in the ‘make my precious friend feel normal’ plan.”

Despite the way your day had begun, your shift was free of any real excitement. And to be honest, you were happy to have a normal shift. You handed out medicine when it was time, changed the dressing of a girl who had been in a car accident, and took the time to pop in on Mr. Young since he was so upset that you hadn’t been there that morning. You figured listening to the old man’s reveries from his youth was a good punishment for your tardiness. Though, as you sat there, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the blond man. You wondered if he was still in the O.R. or if he had been moved. Were his injuries as bad as you thought or worse? You wanted to go see if Doctor Na was out of surgery and if there was any news. Stop it, you scolded yourself, stop focusing so much on that. Just do your job. Stay calm. You pushed yourself to go through the motions of your job, putting your body on autopilot as you tried not to think about him anymore. For the most part, it seemed to work; every time you blinked, you were off to the next task. Even as Amber dragged you away for a quick lunch, you focused extra hard as your friend excitedly recounted her night of online gaming, and her ever continuing feud with Seagull-eye97. Based on the color in Amber’s cheeks as she complained about them snipping her during their last dual, it was a struggle.

By the afternoon, you had enough distractions to not think too much about the blond stranger. Amber had found out that Dr. Na was no longer in the OR, and it seemed like everything was alright. You felt some relief from such small information. While the thought to check up on the stranger popped back into your mind, you decided to stick to your plan to let the universe decide if you were going to meet again.

And the universe had it’s funny way of making that happen.

You were back at the station helping one of the patients get discharged. She was a nice girl who had been in a car accident and was finally being released. You were printing out the doctor’s orders and getting her prescriptions in order when one of the girl’s friends, one you had seen during visiting hours often, came to take her home. As you handed the friend the paperwork, you noticed they had matching tattoos, a Roman numeral II, on different parts of their arms. They called them friendship tattoos and you thought that was cute. Though, you weren’t sure if you would get one with Amber anytime soon. Once the girls were gone, you sat back at the station to finish up your paperwork.

A voice caught your attention and made you look up towards the hallway that led to the elevator. Doctor Henry Na stepped off with a few other nurses, talking quietly and laughing about something you couldn’t hear. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the sight of him. And not just because it further proved that he had finished up the surgery. Henry was someone you had come to be friendly with, like with Amber. He was one of the nicest people you had been introduced to and he made a point to see you on your shift. He was tall and broad, with a smile that was just as kind as his demeanor. He had shared many coffee breaks talking about things, getting your mind from whatever was making it panic, never making you feel like he was just going through the motions. You couldn’t help but feel a certain way whenever he was around, something you couldn’t remember feeling before. A feeling of safety and happiness. Amber’s conversation from earlier seemed to pop into your mind about your type of man. Based on the excited feeling that crept up into you, you couldn’t deny that you liked him. But so did everyone else in the hospital and he probably didn’t see you that way. He had glanced over towards the station and gave you a little wave as he finished his conversation. And that butterfly feeling intensified.

“Why do you look like that?”

Amber had the strangest ability of just appearing out of nowhere at the worst moment. You felt yourself jump and heat rise in your cheeks. You tried to hide yourself in your hands but Amber followed where you had been staring at. And a teasing smirk appeared as she put the pieces together.

“I guess I figured out your type. Look at you going for the most eligible bachelor in this hospital. I like it; skip the boy and go right for the man.”

“You are so embarrassing! We’re friends. He’s just nice to me. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to be with someone with such baggage.”

“I don’t know. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you started blushing.”

You went to shove her away as she started making kissy faces at you, when you noticed Na shaking hands with one of the nurses and starting towards the station. Your body acted on its own in an excited and nervous frenzy, as you reached into your pants pocket and pulled out a small bottle of body spray you had brought with you after changing and ducked down. You sprayed the lily scented water over yourself, trying to rid yourself of the sterile smell of your clothes. You froze when you felt Amber’s smug and judging glance. “What? I like to smell nice and I forgot to spray some this morning after I changed.”

“Sure, honey. Hi, Henry,” she greeted and you sat straight up.

“Hi Amber, Y/N,” he greeted back, his gaze fixed on you. “How are things going up here?”

“Oh you know, same old stuff. Though, I think I left my pen somewhere. I should go find it. You two talk.” And she abandoned you, throwing you a thumbs up and some faces that you had to remember to beat her for.

“Hi, Doctor Na,” you said, “did everything go ok this morning?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that. I heard you ran into the building with an active shooter. That’s something I never thought I’d hear you doing.”

“You and everyone else it would seem. I just wanted to help and let my body run on autopilot.”

“Well, it was tough in there for a bit but, because of you, our John Doe is going to see another day. He’s responding well and I had him moved from post op. He lost a lot of blood and he’s gonna be in some pain for a bit. We have him on some pain medicine that’s going to have him out for a while. But he was responding to the outer stimulus. I think they’re moving him to the room at the end of the hall. Can you just promise me that you won’t worry me like that ever again? I don’t like the thought of someone as sweet as you doing something so dangerous. How are you feeling, honestly? Anxious at all? Anything you want to talk about? I haven’t had any luck identifying that prescription yet, and my friend in the pharmacy hasn’t gotten back to me yet. So, I just want to make sure you’re good.”

He knew your anxiety had been active since you had come to him to try to find exactly what your medicine was. His calming eyes looked down at you with concern. “I’m alright,” you said, trying to control the color in your cheeks as you tried to maintain eye contact, “when I got here, I just jumped into work so I didn’t have time to think about anything else. I’m okay, thank you, Doctor Na.”

“I thought we talked about you calling me Henry, remember? See that’s what I like about you, Y/N. You care so much about everyone else. You really are a good nurse. I just wish you’d do the same for yourself. I suppose I’ll have to make sure you’re really ok. How about we talk about it over dinner this week?”

You’re sure you must have looked like a deer in the headlights. “What?”

“Well, someone who risks their own safety to help others should get some kind of reward, shouldn’t they? Figured why not let me treat you for once. How about it? Maybe we can talk about other things, too. Not work related? Maybe get to know each other better?”

You felt like the whole world had just turned upside down. Was the most handsome doctor who you had been friendly with over the last few months just asking you out? You, out of every other good-looking person in this hospital? Did he actually ask you out? The way he was looking at you, like he was nervous you’d say ‘no’, made it seem that way. He had been extra attentive recently. And Amber was always saying you were kind of oblivious when it came to flirting having not really experienced it. You, suddenly, found yourself too nervous to say anything, and nodded. His smile returned, all wide and excited, which made you shyly smile back.

True to her fashion, Amber came slipping back into the conversation, which you were happy with, fearing you’d burn a hole in the ground with how hot your cheeks were. “Okay, you guys look far too cute over here. Time to get back to work. Did you have a reason for coming to our side of the floor, Henry, or are you just gonna make goo-goo eyes at everyone?”

Henry cleared his throat, trying to hide his slight awkwardness. “I was telling Y/N that we moved that patient to this floor for recovery. He should be in the last room down that hall. And I was hoping she wouldn’t mind taking this to his room?” He placed a clear bag on the station. It had the patient’s personal effects in it. “I figured that since she was with him, he might be more comfortable with someone he recognizes.”

You nodded and took the bag from him. “I’ll keep an eye on him for you.”

“I’d appreciate that. Umm… I’ll get back to my rounds now, before I’m banished by Amber here. I’ll talk to my friend about that prescription and see you later, Y/N.” He turned to leave with a little wave at you and Amber. Before he got too far, he turned over his shoulder. “Nice perfume, by the way, Y/N. It really suits you.”

He made a quick exit as Amber made a funny noise and you were alone with her gaze on you and a smile on your face.

“You two should really get a room. Like the one at your apartment or his. I can just imagine it.”

“You are so awful. He just asked me to get dinner. It may not even be a date. He’s just being nice, I’m sure.”

“Please, he wants to talk about non work related stuff. Plus, I saw the way he was looking at you. He thinks you’re cute. And you are still blushing. Trust me, I know.”

‘We’ll see about that.” You looked at the bag in front of you. It had ‘John Doe’ written on it. There was a wallet, cellphone, a watch, and a few pieces of jewelry. The EMT’s had cut his shirt open to get to his injuries, and you were sure the rest of his clothes were being held for the police, whenever they came to get evidence and statements. You thought it was odd you hadn’t seen any since you left the construction site. You opened the bag and pulled out the wallet, hoping to find some kind of name. The wallet was empty, save for a few dollars and a key card. You reached for his phone. It was dead. You reached into your desk and pulled out a spare cord and power bank. There had to be something on there to figure out who he was or get ahold of someone who did. You plugged it in and put it back in the bag. You pushed off from the desk and made for the room at the end of the hall.

The room was dark when you entered, save for the dim light above the bed and the glow from the heart monitor. You pushed the privacy curtain aside, and were welcomed by the sight of the blond stranger that had occupied the edges of your mind. The bed made him seem so small and his pale skin made him appear so fragile. His eyes were closed, but the steady rise and fall of his chest gave you some relief. His hair was still damp from where the staff had rinsed the blood from his hair. There was a bandage near his hairline. The cuts on his face had been treated and the bruising was much more visible now. There was an oxygen cannula tube strapped across his face and nose. And you could just see the edge of bandages peeking out from under the patient’s uniform they had dressed him in. He looked awful but he was alive, and you were so relieved you thought you might cry.

“So, this is the man you ran into gun fire for?” Amber followed you in with his chart in her hand. “I can understand why.”

“I’m so happy he’s ok. He looked so bad when the ambulance came. I promised him he’d be ok, that I’d get him out.”

Amber patted you on the shoulder, giving you a sympathetic smile. “He’s gonna be fine. Hopefully, he wakes up soon, then you can stop worrying so much. And we can get a real name for him. He doesn’t look like a John. We should give him a nickname. With hair like that, I’d rather call him ‘popstar’.”

“I think his name is Agust. Someone kept saying they were looking for Agust. I assume that’s him.”

“He looks more like an Agust than a John.” Amber took out her pen and started making some changes. “Agust Doe. No, that sounds weird. How about just Agust D? Sounds more like a pop star name doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head; Agust D sounded better than a blank identity. Amber placed his file at the end of the bed, and patted your shoulder. You gave a reassuring smile before she decided to leave the room. And you were alone with the blond stranger, or Agust. You took a couple steps closer to the bed, worried that he might wake up. But he didn’t; he continued to sleep in the drug induced state. In this forced, relaxed form, you couldn’t deny he was more handsome than your initial thought at your first meeting. Leaning forward over his form, your fingers reached out to check the bandage near his hairline, moving some of the stray blond hairs aside. You had no doubt that the others had done an exceptional job, but an odd sense of protectiveness made you look at everything extra close. Must be because of what happened earlier, you had concluded. There was an IV bag hanging above the bed, along with a transfusion bag replacing what he had lost. Absentmindedly, your fingers had slowly moved across his hair and down to his cheek. You were glad that it wasn’t as cold and clammy as it had been.

“See, I told you I was gonna get you out. Now, you need to make sure you get better soon so you tell me everything,” you said with a small smile. The boy in the bed inhaled deeply, before pressing his cheek further into your light touch. The sudden movement startled you. “Agust? Can you hear me?”

But he was still again. And your question was overtaken by the soft beep of the instruments around him.

Suddenly, a shrill ring exploded in the room, making you jump back away from the bed as if you had been shocked. You whirled round trying to find what was causing it. Your eyes caught the flash of light on the end table beside you. It was the cell phone. Had it turned on by itself once it had enough power? Odd as it was, someone was trying to get a hold of him and you knew you should make sure they came to be with him. Maybe they knew what he was doing at the construction site and who had attacked him. You reached into the bag and pulled the phone out. The screen was flashing with a contact name, ‘God of Destruction’, and with a notification that this number had called multiple times, as well as other numbers over the last few hours. You slid your fingers across the screen and brought the phone up to your ear.

Before you could say anything, your ears were bombarded with multiple voices all speaking in a chaotic chorus. One voice, whomever had the phone, spoke loudly over the din. “Hyung! Finally, I was so scared. Where are you? Are you okay? Tell me what the bastard did and I’ll fuck him up so bad.”

Someone else had pulled the phone closer to them. “Hyung, I’m so sorry. We should have never split up..”

Another struggle for the phone and another voice that sounded older than the last rang in over the continuing strings of conversations they were all trying to have. “Yah! Where have you been?! What were you doing, getting a coffee instead of giving us some kind of sign that you were alive?! You prick!”

The first voice must have got the phone back, as his was the most dominant voice again. “Guys, shut up, I can’t hear anything. Hyung, say something. Where are you?”

“Hello,” you responded in a small voice.

The chaotic voices all stopped, and for a moment you were scared the call had dropped. The voice seemed to drop into a serious octave. “Who is this?”

“Umm… my name is Y/N. I’m a nurse at Central Mercy Hospital. We brought the owner of this phone here after he was involved in a shooting.”

“Is he okay?” It was a different voice, sounding genuinely concerned.

“He needed emergency surgery. But we have him stable now. But he’s gonna need someone here. Are you his family or someone who can get here?”

“You said Central Mercy? What level is he on now? Who’s the doctor who saw him?” You gave him what he had asked for. “Alright, listen to me very closely. I’ll be there as fast as I can. Stay calm but do exactly as I say and it’ll be okay. Do not let anyone enter that room but you or this Doctor Na until I get there, do you understand me?”

You felt a little annoyed that he was ordering you around, but there was something in his tone that gave you the sense that this was not a joke and something to take seriously. “And who are you.”

“Call me RM.” Then the line went dead.

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artaefact · 4 years ago

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bakery 1995.

—wordcount: 14.7k+

—genre: angst, fluff, romance, baker!jimin, bakery cafe au, childhood friends-to-lovers au

—pairing: park jimin x f reader ft. bestfriend!jungkook

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: age gap (jimin is 4-5 years older), brief mention of physical assault, memory loss, overprotective parents, some intended grammatical mistakes, swearings, y/n is dragged into jungkook’s shenanigans

—summary: After returning from college for summer break, you got yourself a part time job to keep yourself busy. However, things go way too unexpectedly and you find yourself unraveling your forgotten past.

author’s note: this is for @btswritingcafe promptly yours event !! i tweaked the prompt a bit, so hopefully no one would get confused! happy reading ♡

Prompt: “Person A once had a major childhood crush on Person B. Fast forward to college where Person A is convinced it was nothing but temporary, that is until they return home for summer break to find Person B back after being gone for several years. Turns out, they weren’t such temporary feelings.”

It’s nice to know that no matter how judgemental the world can be, pigeons would never judge you. Despite the clear contrast between yourself and the asphalt pathway, they would not hesitate to excrete waste on either of them and can’t even be bothered by the possible consequences.

Staring at the dropping on your jacket sleeve, you exhale loudly while rummaging your pocket for a kleenex.

‘Out of all the places where their shit could have landed on, it had to be MY jacket,’ you grumble to yourself.

Reaching towards the bakery in the area, you hope they still have some cinnamon rolls you have been craving for. You can already imagine yourself humming in delight as the sweetness spreads across your taste buds and—

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The cashier attendee bows apologetically at you. “We’re so sorry, all the cinnamon rolls are sold out for today.”

Today must be the worst day to date in your entire years of existence. How on earth can a bakery run out of cinnamon rolls?

Groaning internally, you trudge out of the, now, third bakery that has sold out their cinnamon rolls.

Bad luck seems to follow you throughout the day. Is it because you went out of the house while your parents were in the middle of nagging you? For the last few days after you came back home for summer break, they have been constantly nagging you and you would kill to have an hour of peace and quiet.

Mindlessly, you whip up your phone and search up on Google while you walk to the nearby bus station, typing in the search bar — is it bad luck if a bird pooped on you?

Biting your lower lip, you press on the first link that appears on the screen.

Bird poop may be a sign of hope in disguise, you read. Snorting in incredulity, you scroll through the webpage.

It can’t be good luck.

You are not the type to believe in superstitions, however, besides getting pooped on, you dropped your phone on the pavement of the sidewalk just before you reached the first bakery, an hour ago. This resulted in the annoying crack of the screen right in the middle of it. Not only that, the sole of your right tennis shoes came off halfway which hindered you from walking properly and made you look like someone who hurt their leg.

Having had enough for today, you decide to go back home. Until a pastel pink store, right across the street, catches your attention with its aesthetic-looking door.

What’s this? A new—

A dramatic gasp escapes your lips after reading the name of the store, earning confused stares from nearby people. But you couldn’t care less.

Maybe Lady Luck does still care about you.

As soon as the pedestrian light turns green, you excitedly run, no, shuffle through the zebra-cross, reaching the newly-opened bakery.

My last hope is here. Please, let there be—

The interior of the bakery exudes a welcoming vibe, with the color of pale pink being the dominant over the whole place. Basically, it's a place where those Instagram models would kill to take their pictures at. However, it’s not the interior itself that your focus locks on. When the smell of freshly baked goods wafts into your nose, your eyes zero themselves on the various types of pastries that line the display counter, covered in glass domes. And there it is.

“Yes!” You squeal, grabbing the bakery tray to fill it as much as you’d like.

When you place the filled tray in the cash register counter, the cashier comments, “Woah, that’s a lot.”

If it is a normal day, you would have waved it off. However, unfortunately for the guy, it isn’t a normal day for you, after the constant annoying incidents that happened to you earlier. The comment snaps the last thread of patience you have for the day and sadly, targets the person in front of you. “I think you should mind your own—”

You take your thoughts back. Lady Luck is not on your side nor is the universe. They must be having fun, playing pranks on you so much today.

Your words cease immediately at his sheepish yet attractive smile.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer. “Just having a really bad day and I—”

“No! That’s okay.” The guy grins at you, eyes turning into crescent moons. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I just said the first thing that came up in my mind.”

“Ah...”

“I suck at starting conversations,” he says, sheepishly. “It’s a skill I’m planning to improve.”

Blinking twice, you manage to smile back at him, most probably just a cringed expression. “Well, um, good luck with that.”

As soon as he hands you the paper bag, you dash out of the bakery, not once looking back.

Your cheeks feel hot during the whole trip back home, every time you remember what happened, you would mentally kick yourself.

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Eating the warm cinnamon rolls is a blessing and a curse.

You have never tasted such heavenly flavour before, all your worries and exhaustion seem to fade away. This brings you to freeze in the realisation that you’ll want, no, need to go back to that bakery to buy those delicious rolls again. Meaning, you’ll see that cute guy whom you snapped at earlier, again.

His friendly eye-smile burns deep in your mind. But you can’t shrug off the sense of familiarity of his face and his voice…

Have I met him before?

Once you reach home, body aching and tired, you take a quick shower before digging into the rolls. Clicking your tongue, you continue to munch on the rolls in your room while your thoughts pull you in deep.

The sudden knock on your door, however, brings you back to the present. Groaning loudly, you stand up from your padded window seat.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jungkook.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your mouth agape at the sudden visit from your best friend. “Didn’t you say you won’t see me at all until break is over?”

“I might have changed my mind. I was very bored at home.” He enters your room, plopping on your beanbag. “So, now I am bored as hell and— Did you buy food without telling me?”

You met him during freshman year and you both hit it off quite quickly, you might add. After constantly pairing up together in projects, college project meetups gradually turned into hangouts.

“Says the one who claims to see my face every day makes him sick.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic ass, you go back to the window seat, crossing your legs. “It wasn’t planned, okay? I just got back home like thirty minutes ago.”

“But still you nearly finished everything without leaving me much!” He bit your last half-finished roll, letting out a noise of approval. “Which bakery did you buy it from?”

“It’s a new one. I never saw it before we went to college.”

“You should bring me there soon.”

“Nu-uh,” you refuse. “You can go yourself. I am not stepping a foot inside that place any longer.”

“What? Why not?”

“I may have embarrassed myself in front of the worker there.” Then you tell him what happened earlier.

Jungkook shakes his head in pity. “My poor Y/N, how do you always embarrass yourself when I’m not around? How would you survive in this world without me?”

Snorting at his words, you lean against the pillows on your back. “You’re the lucky one to have someone like me as his best friend. Anyways, how about that job I’m looking for?”

“Oh!” Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “Right, I was about to tell you! My friend is looking for a part-timer for his cafe.”

“Hmm, that sounds…”

Jungkook answers, “Boring? I know you’re looking for something much more exciting and—”

Narrowing your stare at Jungkook’s obvious judgmental face, you cut him off. “It sounds perfect, actually.”

Sighing, Jungkook whips up his phone. “You better bring me leftovers every time you get off work. I’ll bring you to his cafe tomorrow.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“What? Why?”

“You little shit—” You smack his arm.

“Ow! Stop that, woman! I thought you said—”

“This is a fucking bakery, dumbass!” You hiss at him.

Jungkook gapes at you. “It’s a bakery cafe, what’s the difference?”

“It’s different! I can’t go back in there!” You whine in embarrassment.

“Wait— So this is the bakery where you embarrassed yourself?”

Nodding wordlessly, you exhale before catching Jungkook failing to stifle his laughter. “Shouldn’t be too big of a problem. He’s nice, Y/N.”

“But—”

“And I told him you were coming…” Jungkook scratches the back of his head.

After contemplating for a while, you decided to gather your courage and enter the sweet-smelling bakery with Jungkook.

Too late to go back now. It was either this or staying bored at home for the rest of the summer break, facing your parents’ look of disapproval at your lack of daily activities, or to be more exact productivity.

The cute guy just finished placing cakes inside the glass displays on the counter, then his gaze shifts to where you and Jungkook are standing.

“Jungkook!” The cute guy’s brown hair is slicked back as he takes off his baker’s hat, approaching your best friend.

“It’s been so long, Hyung!” Jungkook greets back with a hug, smiling from ear to ear. “And wow—” His eyes skim through the pastel-themed cafe. “You finally opened your own cafe.”

Watching them interacting is a foreign sight to you. It’s a rare right to see Jungkook, the usually shy one, so friendly and comfortable around the cute guy.

If you’re lucky enough, maybe the cute guy won’t remember you and—

“Ah! Miss Cinnamon Rolls!”

Scratch that. Of course, he still remembers you.

“I didn’t know you were looking for a job.” His eye smile lands on you finally and your throat dries up.

Jungkook fails to hold back his laughter. “Miss Cinnamon Rolls? Just how much did you buy last time?”

After sending a brief glare at your best friend, you introduce yourself to the cute guy, “Y/N.”

As soon as your name slips past your lips, the cute guy freezes momentarily, eyes widening a fraction. “Y/N?”

You nod slowly.

“Uh,” He fumbles. “Jimin. Park Jimin.”

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“So, this is the kitchen area. We need to get the place ready by 8:30. Can you come by at 6 the latest?”

You nod at his question.

“We have a different menu each day. It will take some time for you to learn everything. But don’t worry I’ll teach everything you need to know.” He shoots you a smile, sending your heart to slightly flutter as you fiddle with your fingers.

Thank goodness Jungkook has left. Or else you’d never hear the end of his teasing or knowing smirk.

“I’m starting with bread and cakes these past few days before I open up the cafe section.”

For the rest of the day, Jimin spends his time letting you know everything about how the bakery runs whenever there are no customers. Even gracing you with two pieces of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment at the memory of your first encounter.

“Go ahead, enjoy it,” Jimin shoots you a knowing grin.

Muttering a quiet ‘okay’, you take the first bite — holding a delighted groan at the sweetness that bursts through your tastebuds.

Propping his chin on his hand, he stares at you in amusement. “You must really like cinnamon rolls, huh?”

“They’re my comfort food,” you admit after swallowing down a piece. “My late grandmother used to make a lot of rolls at home.”

“I see… Well, have you ever baked before, Y/N?”

“The basic stuff like chocolate chip cookies…”

“Oh, that’s great—”

You added quickly, “But I nearly burned down Jungkook’s kitchen, though. He banned me from the kitchen ever since.”

A surprised laugh escapes the man’s lips which you don’t mind hearing more often, especially if you are the one behind it.

“At least the cookies still turned out great. It was a bit on the burnt side but still good… Crispy and crunchy.” You nervously chuckle. “But I swear, I’m not that bad if you provide a clear recipe!”

Still giggling, Jimin leans forward on his seat. “I can teach you everything you need to know. The basic stuff on baking and then there would be clear recipes I can provide you.”

Your eyes lighten up at that. “Yes! I’ll try my best.”

Arriving at the bakery at 6 am sharp, the next day — your official first day at work — Jimin can be seen moving back and forth from the small window opening connecting the kitchen and the bakery itself, already busy in the kitchen.

The smell of his work wafts through the entire bakery, indicating that he has been there for quite some time. Once you enter the kitchen, your mouth waters instinctively at the smell and sight of freshly-baked breads on the counter.

“How can I help?” From observing the finished baked goods, your eyes shift curiously at some ingredients — eggs, chocolate chips, sugar, flour — on the kitchen counter while you tighten the knot of your apron.

“You’re going to bake some chocolate chip cookies.” Jimin places a tray full of another different set of bread near the first one through the window. “So, go ahead, preheat the oven first.”

Following his instruction, you move towards one of the ovens. “Um…”

The corner of his lips quirks up at your obvious confusion before he chimes on how hot the oven should be set on.

With a brief nod, you turn on the oven. “Is this a test to see how far my baking skills go?” When you take a glimpse of the honey-haired man, he returns it with an amused grin of his own.

“Bingo.” Jimin’s smile is boyish and carefree and his eyes become crescent moons.

In other words, it made your heart race. However, you dismiss such unprofessional thoughts quickly before blood rises to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you move to the counter and start mixing the necessary ingredients altogether and set the dough on the baking tray. When the oven is preheated, you bring the tray towards it only to realise your mistake too late: not opening the oven first.

“Let me help,” Jimin says softly, opening the oven deftly.

“T-Thanks...” you mumble, concentrating on the task at hand.

Time passes quickly, before you know it, the oven makes a soft ‘ting’ sound. Opening it, the sweet smell wafts through the kitchen.

“I did it!” you say, excitedly placing the hot tray on the marble counter.

“But the final test is how the cookies taste.”

You watch in nervous anticipation as Jimin pops one of the cookies into his mouth. Not a moment later, he lets out a surprised sound.

“This is really good, Y/N. You do have the talent to bake.”

You beam at his words.

“Since that’s all set, I believe we still have other kinds of pastries to prepare for the day. I have all the recipes prepared for you here.” He motions to the notebook on the counter — you flip through it, astonished at all the recipes.

“Are these your own personalised recipes?”

Nodding, Jimin shoots you a grin. “I’ve always loved baking and there are some ways to make things with their own unique taste.”

The rest of the upcoming hour, you and Jimin were busy baking with Jimin instructing and giving you pointers. At some point, you even talked about anything and everything, as if you both have known each other all your life while you both work.

You have to admit, you find it really enjoyable. When the bakery closes, you sit quietly on one of the empty tables near the cashier after Jimin tells you to wait.

Mindlessly flipping through his recipe notebook, your attention soon shifts to Jimin himself with a steaming cup in his hold.

“Here.” He sets the cup in front of you.

You look at him quizzically before he motions for you to try.

“I’m opening the cafe part next week,” Jimin says. “Thought you can be the first to judge my caramel macchiato.”

“That’s a lot of caramel in one drink…” For a few moments, you observe the steaming coffee, froth decorates the top of it with drizzles of caramel in patterns of criss-cross nearly covering most of the foam itself. “Why caramel macchiato, though?”

“I thought you’d—” He clears his throat. “So many people really love caramel macchiato. So, I thought I’d go with this one for you to try first.”

Bringing the cup carefully to your lips, you take a sip of the beverage. The texture of the coffee is so smooth and the slight bitterness spreads through your taste buds and down your throat. Then you taste the caramel, letting out a delighted surprise when you find caramel bits inside the beverage.

Jimin keeps his stare on you, one hand supporting his chin and his eyes unreadable.

“What is it?” You ask, after downing the drink.

He blinks as if he was lost in his own thoughts. “Uh, how is it?”

“It’s very good.”

“Do you like coffee?” He asks.

Nodding, you tell him you loved to steal your mom’s coffee when you were younger. “There used to be a cafe near my place. I used to go there frequently during my high school years.”

Jimin briefly stills at yours words. “Do you... Still go there?”

You shake your head. “It was closed two years ago unfortunately.”

“Hmm, that’s a shame. I would’ve wanted to try the coffee there.”

Chuckling at his words, your mind takes you back to your high school days. “It was really good.”

Humming to yourself, you continue to flip through the pages of Jimin’s recipe notebook. “What’s this?” You stop at one page, pointing at a child’s drawing on his recipe notebook. “Did you draw it when you were younger?”

“It’s a shooting star.” Jimin answers. “And, no. I didn’t.”

“Oh? Sister? Brother?”

“I don’t have a sister and my brother just does not have the artistic skill to draw that,” he laughs. “It was someone from my past. Someone who is precious to me.”

“Oh…” Noticing his faraway gaze on the notebook, you sense it is a sensitive topic. “Why a shooting star though?”

“It represents hopes and wishes, according to her.” His smile turns nostalgic. “I was having a hard time back then. But this girl,” he chuckles as if in disbelief. “— just straight up grabbed my notebook and drew a shooting star on it, saying I should wish on this star since seeing a shooting star is not that common here.”

There’s something sad but warm in Jimin’s tone as he talks about this girl. You can only assume that this girl is not in his life anymore. Or even in this world.

“I see…”

“As ridiculous as it sounds, I actually did it. Very frequently in all honesty. Whenever I’m having a hard time, I’d wish upon that star.”

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A week passes quickly and just like a normal day, you arrive back home just a quarter past eight. Tugging off your shoes near the doorway, you hear your dad calling from the living room.

“Yes?” Mindlessly, you step into the living room only to meet the stern glare from him.

“Where were you?” Your dad asks. “Do you have any idea what time it is now?”

“It’s around eight...”

“And your curfew?”

Furrowing your brows, you gape, “I thought that was back in high school.”

“That still applies until now. I expect you to come back before seven.” Then he repeats his question, “Where were you?”

“From my new part-time place.” You answer. “I thought I told you about it.”

“If you want a job, you can intern in the company for the summer,” your dad sighs. “There’s no need for part-time jobs.”

You should have known it would last just three days before you are missing your university life, or to be more specific living alone. With the constant nagging from your parents, you crave for silence for a period of time. One thing you have been missing quite badly you have to admit, which is why you took the job in the bakery. Away from the scrutinising stares of your parents.

Here it goes again.

“I don’t think I’m ready to start there, Dad,” you exhale. “I want to do other things while I can.”

The same topic, the same debate you’d try to avoid as much as possible ever since you arrived back home for the summer. That was why you’d try to find something else to do. You always wanted to try a new hobby over the holidays. Now, with the excess amount of time in your hands, you are able to try.

That is why you opt for the part time job Jungkook found — working in the bakery.

“This isn’t going to work if you get home after your curfew, Y/N. You know how dangerous it is if you come home late.”

“I’m an adult now,” you reply, exasperatedly. “I can take care—”

“Things can get unpredictable, Y/N. It’s better that you’re safe than sorry.”

“Dad, when will you stop reminding me of that?” You groan in annoyance. “I don’t even remember how the accident happened.”

“The more reason for you to be cautious!”

Exasperated, you storm up to your room and carelessly throw your bag on the side of your bed. Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling as your thoughts muddle when you try to think of what happened.

All you remember back then is that you woke up in the hospital, met with the worried gaze of your parents as soon as you got your consciousness back. However, they never tell or fill you in on what happened.

Gradually, your eyelids grow heavier — exhausted from the day and the burst of negative emotions over the argument you had earlier. Thus, you succumb to sleep. However, your mind takes you elsewhere.

Everything is dark.

With your own ragged breathing, you struggle to keep yourself as quiet as possible, biting down a hiss from the sting of your scraped knees. Tears pool in your eyes as you wait, hidden behind one of the playground’s slides and out of sight of any possible passerby.

There are no memories of what happened beforehand. All you know is to stay there and wait.

“Y/N?”

Peeking out of your hiding place, the figure draws closer calling your name in another hushed whisper.

But you knew this voice. So, you whispered back, “Here...” As soon as you get out of your hiding place, a warm embrace envelops your small frame.

“We’re okay, everything’s okay. I’ve lost them. We’re safe now,” he whispers, stroking your head softly while your fists clench on his shirt.

Not a moment later, your tears start to fall and you sob into his shirt. He tightens his hold on you, one hand on the back of your head as he repeatedly whispers, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“I’m here...” His voice then seems to echo and your surrounding becomes a blur.

When you open your eyes, you realise you’re back in your room yet there are stray tears in your eyes. Sitting up on your bed, you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

Was that a memory…?

“Have a good day.” You bid the last customer of the day farewell and once they leave, your cheeks droop into a frown. With a sigh, you walk out of the cashier register place towards the front door, turning the ‘Open’ plate to ‘Close’.

The dream you had last night still felt so vivid that you considered it was a flashback of your memory loss. You wanted to ask your parents about it. However, yesterday’s conflict was still fresh. You were sure they would dismiss it.

After cleaning up the counters of the bakery café and mopping the floors, you trudge into the break room, sitting down on one of its chairs as you wait for Jimin’s return from his “errand”.

Your mind takes you back to the dream where someone was hugging you tight.

Who was it? you wonder. In the back of your mind, somehow you never felt his warmth among your high school friends. The guy who was holding you is just different.

You are so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realise Jimin entering until he brings something right in front of your face. “What—”

“Hot chocolate,” he answers, softly. “You seem distracted today, I thought this might cheer you up.”

Taking the steaming cup from him, you mutter your thanks before breathing in the sweet smell, blowing softly on the beverage. “That was fast.”

“Hmm?”

“Wait, did you go out to buy this?” You lift the warm cup of hot chocolate.

Jimin lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “I wanted to make you one. Until I realised that the ingredients are finished. So, I had to run out.”

“You didn’t have to, you know…”

“I know. But I wanted to anyway.”

Your eyes look down, can’t help feeling touched by his sweet gesture as you fight back to keep yourself from blushing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He must have noticed the change of your expression before he says quickly, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course! I just thought talking about what’s on your mind can ease you. At least a bit.”

Blinking your eyes twice, a chuckle escapes your lips. “I guess so.”

“That’s your first smile today.”

You raise a brow at him.

“Your first real smile, I mean. Your cheekbones do not have much tension if you’re genuinely happy whereas if you fake a smile, it seems more like you’re cringing. Like our first encounter.” He chuckles, meaningfully.

“I’m sorry...” you mumble, eyes glancing down at the steaming hot chocolate on your lap.

“That’s fine,” he says easily. “Everyone has their bad days.”

You smile slightly at his words. “Had a fight with my parents last night.”

Jimin stays quiet, still listening to you.

“They are always so protective when it comes to me. Maybe a bit too much at times. I’m a grown adult for fuck’s sake.” Another sigh escapes your lips before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “My dad especially. He made it sound like a big deal when I came home around eight. I’m just frustrated at this.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

You nod in response.

“Was there something that made your dad feel that way?”

“I...” You blink. “I guess it’s because that one time I ended up in the hospital?”

“You did?”

You nod. “A few years ago, I had an accident.”

Jimin stiffens at your words. “Oh?”

“But it was nothing. I didn’t even remember what happened in all honesty.”

He stutters, “W-What?”

“I lost my memories. I had no recall of the accident at all.” Eyes training blankly on your front, focusing on nothing as you dive back into your memories. “My parents told me there is nothing to worry about and my memories would come back gradually. They never filled me in on what happened too.”

The corner of his lips soon quirks up slightly, his expression wistful. “Maybe they wouldn’t want you to be traumatised by what happened. It’s already fortunate enough for you to be able to recover from your head injury.”

“Yeah... I guess so,” you mumble.

However, since that incident you can’t deny the feeling of something missing since a chunk of your life has been cut off. No memories of the accident have returned even after years. Recovering from the head injury—

“Wait—” Head snapping to face Jimin. “How did you know I had a head injury?”

Jimin blinks repeatedly, as if your words just sink in. “Ah! I mean isn’t it a head injury? You lost your memories after all.” An awkward laugh escapes his lips. “Usually, people who lost their memories have head injuries, right?”

“Well, yeah...”

“Anyways, finish the hot chocolate and you should head home before your parents—”

Suddenly, a wave of deja vu washes over you. Snapping your gaze from the hot chocolate in your hands, you look at Jimin as your brain starts to grow fuzzy at the familiarity of Jimin’s words.

“Jimin...” you begin.

“Huh?”

“Have we ever met before I started working here?”

“You mean the first time you came into this bakery?”

You shake your head. “No, even before that. Did we know each other?”

A surprised glint appears in his eyes before it dissipates as quick as it appears. “I don’t think so…?”

Oh.

“Maybe we’ve just ran into each other at some point in town. But I don’t think we ever knew each other.”

“I see...” Disappointment floods through you at his words.

Right, you thought to yourself. If he was a close friend he would have recognised you instantly when you came to his bakery.

“Oh, look at the time.” Jimin stands up. “You need to be home before dark, right?”

“It’s not a big deal—”

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. You’ve finished cleaning today. I just need to close up and check the supplies.”

“But—” Your words die in your throat when Jimin pats your head.

“You’ve worked hard today,” he grins at you.

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“I’m home,” you call out to no one in particular before you hear your mother from the kitchen.

Once you reach the kitchen, your mother turns her head to see you. “Help me set the table, dinner’s almost ready.”

Nodding, you follow suit. “Where’s Dad?”

“Your father is still caught in a meeting. He’ll be home late.”

“I see,” you mutter, placing the silverwares on the table.

“How’s work?” your mother asks. “You’re home earlier than usual.”

“It’s great,” you answer. “The boss lets me off early.”

And you continue to talk about your day. From helping Jimin bake cakes and bread early in the morning, serving customers coffee and desserts, cleaning up the whole place, and enjoying the hot chocolate Jimin bought you earlier.

“He sounds like a nice guy,” your mom muses when you both sit at the dinner table.

“He is.” A smile appears on your face, remembering his sweet gesture and warm presence. Then your mind shifts to the conversation you had earlier, and what has been bothering you lately. “Mom?”

“Hmm…?”

“Five years ago, how did I end up in the hospital?”

Your mother noticeably stiffens at your question, ceases digging through her plate of food.

“You and Dad never filled me in. You both kept on saying that my memories will return eventually… Until now actually.” You let out a breath. “I think I’m old enough to know what really happened.”

Letting out a deep breath herself, your mother puts down her fork. “What do you remember?”

“I was at a playground and hiding… Then there’s someone who came to find me.” Met with silence from your mother, you continue, “Was it one of my friends?”

Shaking her head, your mother answers, “It wasn’t any of your high school friends.”

“Then who…?”

“You never mentioned his name. But you’d always talk about him back then.” Your mother sighs. “Go through the attic when you’re having a day off. You’ll find some of your old stuff I hid there. Make sure your father is not home.”

Standing up, you want to go there at once. However, your mother stops you. “Y/N, listen to me. Whatever you find there, if you… If anything hurts or feels just too much, I want you to stop, alright? You’re a grown adult and I trust you’ll prioritise your own health.”

Nodding wordlessly, you finish the remaining food on your plate.

[ when you were fifteen years old: after the incident ]

When the dismissal bell rings, some students instantly scramble from their desks, some stretch lazily on their seats and have conversations with others.

“Hey, Y/N.” One of your classmates calls you, a smile etched on her face. “So glad to have you back.”

“Yeah! This sem has been a pain in the ass. You’ll get through it in a breeze!” Another classmate adds.

You respond with a grateful smile of your own before packing up your things.

It hasn’t been that long since you were released from the hospital. You have persistently insisted your parents to let you go back to school and they finally relented after you promised them that you’ll go straight back home and to not strain yourself after dismissing your parents’ idea of hiring a driver.

Today is your first day back. Your friends greeted you excitedly when you stepped into the classroom. Even those who you recall never talked much with you greeted you with a ‘Hi’.

Walking mindlessly through the streets of your neighbourhood, your legs take you to a cafe as you recognise the familiar scent of coffee.

Tilting your head in confusion, you stare at the cafe building in shades of black and brown.

What exactly are you doing here?

There were no planned meetups with your friends, yet, your body seems to find its way here. Fishing out your phone, you scan through the past messages to double check any planned hangouts.

It’s a Wednesday.

But…

With the curiosity nagging inside you, you search for Beomgyu’s contact.

[ 4:05 PM ] You: beomie, do you know the cafe near my place?

[ 4:05 PM ] Beomgyu: i guess?? Every wednesday you'd always go there for no apparent reason at all. When i wanted to tag along you’d always give me the devil eye :(

[ 4:05 PM ] You: oh… that’s… well, sorry lol. Do u wanna come here?

[ 4:06 PM ] Beomgyu: wait, r u srs ???

[ 4:06 PM ] You: i mean if u’re not busy and i think getting coffee and hanging in the cafe would be good.

[ 4:07 PM ] Beomgyu: i'd never thought this day would come :’) i’ll be there in 10.

Chuckling at your friend’s response, you place your phone back into your pocket. Exhaling, you enter the cafe and make your way towards the cashier register.

“Welcome, what would you like for today?” The person smiles at you.

“Caramel macchiato, please.”

She nods, typing in your order. “That will be four dollars.”

After exchanging your payment with a receipt, you wait at an empty table for two near the window. Something about this familiar place, however, feels off. Like there is something missing that you can’t seem to put your finger on.

Your thoughts are cut off when someone takes the seat across from you. “Why are you so deep in thought?”

Beomgyu stares at you quizzically as you blink in realisation. “Uh…”

He narrows his stare at you suspiciously before shifting his gaze around the cafe. “So, what is it that kept you going here?”

You shake your head in response. “I have no idea either. Honestly, I have this gut feeling to come here when I passed by earlier.”

“Hmm, maybe the coffee?” Beomgyu watches one of the waitresses bringing your orders, placing it on your table.

Sighing, you stare at the steaming cup with caramel drizzles on the foam for a few moments. Then you bring the cup to your lips to take a sip.

“Argh, why is this bitter?” Scrunching your nose, you motion towards the waitress for extra caramel.

“Did… Your taste buds change too? You said the caramel macchiato here is perfect.”

A snort escapes you as you drizzle more caramel into the coffee. “I got hit in the damn head, Beomie. It doesn’t change my taste buds.”

He shrugs. “Well, who knows. I never knew you like caramel that much.”

You freeze momentarily.

“Y/N? You okay?” Beomgyu waves a hand in front of your face.

“Y-yeah, I just…”

“You just…?”

Shaking your head once more, you whisper, “It’s nothing…” But your eyes scan through the busy workers in the cafe.

Deep inside, you had an inkling that the coffee here isn’t your sole reason for coming here.

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Turns out you were right.

Once when you came into the cafe on another Wednesday, you sat at your usual place after ordering your usual drink.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally back,” someone says.

Blinking, your gaze snaps to the elder woman — maybe around her mid fifties — and you give her a small smile before asking, “Do I know you...?”

It was her turn to look confused at your words.

“I’m really sorry for not recognising!” You grow flustered at your words. “I lost my memory in an accident a few months ago...”

“Oh, that’s awful!” The lady — a regular customer, you assume — gasps. “So that’s why you don’t frequent this cafe anymore. The young man looked so heartbroken before he quit his job—”

“Young man?”

“The barista, dear,” the lady replies. “You used to come here and meet him. I had to shush the both of you every time to not disturb the other customers.”

“I... Was he from my school?”

The lady shakes her head. “I don’t think so. He never wore a uniform like yours.”

“Do you know his name?”

The lady shakes her head once more. “His name was Park. Probably that’s his last name. At least that’s what is written on his name tag.”

And you internally groan. There are thousands of people with that last name.

“Do you know where he’s gone?”

“I’m afraid no, my dear. I heard he quit the job suddenly.”

Sighing, you thanked the lady before heading out of the cafe with your shoulders dropping in defeat.

The trapdoor makes a loud creaking sound when you lift it up, indicating that it hasn’t been used for a very long time. Slipping the key back to your back pocket, you step up further on the ladder with the trap door laying on another side as you go through it while the floorboards creak underneath your weight.

It didn’t take you long to locate your old things. Scanning through the boxes, you find one doodled in various flowers and rainbows with your name written on it as well.

With a grunt, you lift up the dusty box, bringing it down to the floor with a thud which causes you to cough at the flying dust. In an attempt to swat the dust away, you wave your hand in front of you. Still coughing uncontrollably with your eyes watering. After your cough ceases, you crouch and open the box. A few notebooks can be found inside along with some old dolls from your childhood.

You vaguely remember the locked diary you liked to write in about your day and its pale pink cover which was covered in sparkling stickers you used to be obsessed with.

Digging further through the books, you finally found it — the possible answer to your lost memories — with a small key dangling on the lock.

Climbing down from the attic, you made your way to your room while fumbling with the lock and key of your old diary. After successfully unlocking it, you take a seat on your padded window sill, flipping through the yellowing pages.

The first page was clearly written by you. Your old handwriting and your name. The first entry you wrote dates back to a decade ago.

Your fingers twitch at how cringe-y most of the entries are. Yet, at the same time you find it endearing how you used to write about your day. The good, the bad, and the normal things — appreciating just to be able to experience and get through them.

The last of your entries date back to months before the incident when you were fifteen. Probably because you decided that you were too old to write diaries any longer.

Recalling how you’d always visit the cafe every Wednesday, you skim through Wednesday entries. However one particular name seems to stand out in those entries.

“Mochi?” You flip from one entry to another. Who the hell is that?

Deciding to get to the bottom of this, you search for the earliest entry that you can find — nine years ago.

I met the hot choco guy again, today. I’m feeling so happy!!! He is so nice. why can’t any of the boys in my school be like him????

Hot... Choco? Furrowing your brows, you skip to the next Wednesday entry.

i am feeling so happy that mama brought me to the cafe last last week!!! she do not let me drink the coffee drink, so Mochi give me hot choco! i think it’s the best BEST drink EVER!!!

“How the hell did hot choco guy turn into Mochi?” you mumble to yourself, flipping through your diary to the next Wednesday entry.

Mochi teached me how to do math!!! It was so fun! But when Teacher Lee teaches me, it’s always boring. How did Mochi make math fun??? I wish he go to my school instead and teach me math :(

You internally cringe at your younger self. Exhaling, you press your temple in disbelief.

This whole diary of your younger self is basically gushing over this hot-choco-turned-Mochi guy as you flip through other pages. However, you stop at a certain entry.

Today… Is a very bad day. But Mochi suddenly makes it better.

Glancing at the date — it was the day your grandmother passed away.

He promises to make me cinnamon rolls whenever i tell him to! Just like Grannie… I’m sorry, Diary. I don’t think i can write more today. I just hope tomorrow will be a better day.

“Mochi…” you mumble repeatedly with furrowing brows and the name seems to trigger your brain to relive some memories.

“I’m calling you Mochi!” You hear your own twelve-year old voice. Yelping, your diary lands on the floor with a small thud.

“No!” Another voice rings in your head — familiar and warm. “That’s a really uncool nickname.”

“But you look like a mochi! And it’s not uncool! I think it’s really cute!”

Blinking, your mind brings you back to reality. Reaching down for your diary, you freeze momentarily before clutching your head. For a moment, your heart stops when your gaze lands on your diary’s open page — a drawing of a familiar shooting star.

Mochi is… Jimin?

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[ when you were twelve ]

When another sigh escaped his lips, you glanced up from your math workbook — his face can only be described as perturbed. With no hesitance, you quietly pushed the last cookie on your plate to him, earning his glassy stare as it shifted from his notebook that’s lying open on the table.

He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Why didn’t you finish that? Do you want to bring it home?”

You shook your head, heat tinging your cheeks. “It’s for you. You look like you need it.”

“It’s caramel cookies.”

Nodding, you mumbled, “You said eating it can comfort people.”

The boy stared at you for a moment longer — recalling the time when you had a bad day and he gave you that, then he chuckled. “I guess I did.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded again. “I can order hot chocolate for you too.”

He reached for the last cookie, finally a small smile you have awaited appearing on his face. “This is enough, Y/N. I really appreciate it. Thanks.”

You beamed at his words, then you extended one hand to take his notebook and draw a shooting star on the page it was opened on.

“We can’t really see shooting stars in here,” you explain, pushing his notebook back to him. “So, whenever you’re having a hard time, wish on this shooting star! It represents hopes and wishes!”

“What that’s—” He stopped himself. Letting out a sigh, he found himself nodding despite how ridiculously endearing the idea was. “Alright. I will.”

The blare of your alarm jolts you awake. Groaning, you grab your phone, turning off the alarm when you realise you have to go to work. You can’t find it in yourself to see Jimin today. Not after finding out that he was, is, part of your missing childhood memories.

Your gaze lands on the diary, laying open on your window sill. As you read more and more of your diary entries, Mochi being Jimin just makes sense. You remember how he went out of his way just to buy you hot chocolate when you were having a bad day — just like in the past.

After all this time, Jimin is actually part of, no, in most of your childhood life.

And he denied it.

Why?

You continuously drift back to that one question. Why did he deny it when you asked him? Don’t people usually love to get reacquainted with their childhood friends?

Sighing, you message Jimin listlessly, telling him you aren’t feeling well before you turn off your phone completely. You don’t think you can handle interacting more with him.

Hours passed, when someone barges in your room. “Y/N!”

Peeking out from your blanket, you glare at your best friend. “What the fuck, Kook?”

“Jimin told me you aren’t feeling well. So, I came to check up on you.”

“Okay, you did. Now, go back home.”

Without responding, he opens the curtain in your room, letting in the piercing sunlight and you let out an annoyed ‘tsk’.

Should have known your best friend isn’t going to let this go easily.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been off the whole weekend. You may be able to trick Jimin but you can’t trick me.”

Still burying yourself under your blanket, the bed dips on your friend’s weight as he waits for your response. But you keep your silence, trying your best to even your breathing. You’ve cried enough after all.

“Hmm?” Jungkook stands up. “What’s this? Your diary?”

Abruptly, you fling yourself off the bed and grab your diary from his clutches.

“Go home, Jungkook. I’m not in the mood to deal with this.”

“You know I won’t until you tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m just...” Your shoulders droop in defeat. “Why?”

“Why what?”

You hate crying in front of anyone. But it’s as if a dam broke, your tears do not stop falling while you babble, “Why did he pretend to not know me? Why did he deny? Why—”

Jungkook blinks repeatedly at your sudden change. “W-wait! Why are you crying? I don’t under—”

“Park Jimin!” Your sudden outburst flusters him further. “The guy who you’re friends with and who you recommended for me to work with! That’s who!”

“But—”

“He‘s Mochi.”

Jungkook looks dumbfounded for a moment before your words register inside his head. “M-Mochi?”

Like a petulant child, you climb on your bed once more and hide your diary beneath your pillow. “Leave me alone, Kook.”

With a defeated sigh, Jungkook trudges out of your room, leaving you once again drowning in your thoughts.

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Jimin has always loved mornings, especially when he is able to quietly bake on what most people would call ungodly hours. There is something enjoyable about being fully awake during this time when no sounds of passing vehicles can distract him, making him feel at ease.

He had started appreciating the little things in life when you — who once stared up at him with curious eyes, expression lightening up when he made a cup of hot chocolate for you — taught him to.

Chuckling to himself, his mind drifts back to the time you first entered his bakery. Gods, he should have known it was you. But you were so different, he could hardly comprehend how much you had grown.

Gone was your happy-go-lucky self. He was stunned when you suddenly snapped at him. Your younger self would probably respond with a smile and drone on about how much you love cinnamon rolls. For a second, his heart had hoped. Maybe you remembered him after all these years?

Yet that hope dissipated in an instant when you merely apologised and ran out. Moreover, you didn’t return to his bakery after buying the cinnamon rolls, he thought he had screwed things up by attempting to start a conversation with you. Or maybe that person wasn’t really you. Just someone who looks a lot like you. He still had his suspicions after all.

However, his suspicions were gone the moment you introduced yourself, leaving him speechless. Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t hope — at least for a bit — that you would remember him when he mentioned his name.

That was why the moment you appeared once more to work as a part-timer, he was ecstatic. No words can explain it.

He started to look forward to work every day — coming to his own bakery to see you even when you didn’t remember him, but he would still gladly take whatever he can to be around you.

Once he sets the tray of unbaked cinnamon rolls into the oven, his phone buzzes. As soon as he reads the text, his heart drops a little.

[ 7:08 AM ] You: Sorry, I cant come to work today. Not feeling well.

He types, ‘That’s okay. get well soon, y/n :)’

But it left undelivered. Did your phone die? He wonders.

Jimin can’t help shake the weird feeling bubbling inside. So, he messages Jungkook.

[ 7:15 AM ] Jimin: y/n isn’t feeling well today. do u mind checking up on her ???

But of course, Jungkook didn’t read the message until a few hours later. That boy enjoys gaming all night.

[ 12:03 PM ] Jungkook: what?

[ 12:03 PM ] Jungkook: for real ?? since when does she get sick? that girl has a fucking high immunity. she never even once got a cold during the semester

Jimin furrowed his brows at that.

[ 12:04 PM ] Jimin: still, go check up on her pls. she’s ur friend too

[ 12:04 PM ] Jungkook: yeah, omw

It hasn’t even been an hour later when Jungkook rushes into the bakery — earning surprised and curious glances from the customers who were chattering among themselves. “Hyung—“ he catches his breath as he stands in front of the counter. “I think you need to fix—“ Huff. “—I mean go to Y/N’s house yourself.

Jimin blinks in confusion.

“You... You’re Mochi, aren’t you?”

At the mention of that name, blood drains from Jimin’s face instantly.

She remembers...?

“How did you—”

“What matters is, you need to fix it, hyung. You’re the only one who can. She’s not herself, right now. I've known her for a few years and it takes a lot for her to react like this. So, please, you should talk about it.”

“Okay,” Jimin breathes out. “Do you mind closing the cafe once the customers are all done?”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, just go to her, hyung. I’ll handle everything here.”

[ when you were fifteen: before the accident ]

“I wish you can teach me math all the time, Mochi,” you giggle, leaning back on the cafe chair. “Everything is easier when you explain it.”

Jimin chuckles at that. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one not paying attention in class.”

Shaking your head rapidly, you deny, “Of course I paid attention! It’s just... I don’t know… It was really boring when my teacher was teaching. He just drones on and on without stopping.”

With an amused hum, Jimin stands up. “I’ll get ready to leave. I’ll walk you home.”

After a few minutes, you head out of the cafe with Jimin behind you. Shivering against the cool night air, you draw closer to the boy. Instinctively, Jimin offers you his open hand which you accepted with no hesitance.

Little did he know, every time he does this, it makes your heart beat a little faster at the way your hand fits well in his. And you savour it.

The build up of feelings has been going on for a while now. Maybe a few months. You’ve developed a crush on him. Like, how can you not? Jimin possesses charming qualities that no one else has. Not to mention how kind and warm of a person he is.

Meetings in the cafe had you wishing they were dates instead. And you had to let him know.

And tell him you did.

He blinks at first, words sinking into him. Mochi, I think I like you. Like, really, really like you.

His cheeks are pink, you weren’t sure if it's from the cold or his embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.”

Of course. What were you expecting? He only sees you as a little sister.

“No, that’s okay,” you reply quickly, but your heart drops. “It’s just… You know, I wanted to tell you know because you’re really cool, Mochi.”

“Y/N… Listen, this is not a good time—” Abruptly, he stops, catching your wrist on his. “I want you to hide in the playground.”

“What?”

“Hide, please. I will explain everything later.”

You want to run away from him. But the pleading look on his face makes you listen.

“There he is!” You hear an unfamiliar shout.

Cursing under his breath, Jimin quickly pushes you under the slide. “Wait here.”

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[ Present time ]

Jimin reaches your house, his heart beating fast against his chest with a box of cinnamon rolls in hand.

You are home alone and Jungkook has left the door unlocked.

Letting himself in, Jimin glances around. Everything still looks the same as back then. He went to your house once to tutor you. And he still can remember that day clearly.

Climbing up the stairs, he reaches your room. With shaking hands, he knocks on the door.

Silence.

A moment or two passes then your door opens. Jimin braces for the anger you’d throw at him.

But nothing comes.

You merely stand there, eyes glassy as they lock on his.

“Y/N...” He mutters, torn between to reach out or not. But you leave the door open as you sit on your bed. Jimin enters your familiar room, still surprised at how it still looks the same. And his eyes fall on a notebook — the notebook you never let him read — on the table.

“Why are you here?” you ask, voice trembling.

“I wanted to check up on you—”

“Why?”

Jimin knows at once what you are asking.

He approaches you sitting on the edge of the bed. He kneels down, peering up with those chocolate eyes of his to meet your downcast stare — like those times when he wants to talk to you and you refuse to look at him.

“Do… Do you still remember me?” Your voice barely comes out as a whisper.

“Y/N…” The lack of surprise in his voice answers it. He still remembers you as you recall the once shocked expression on his face when you first introduce yourself. Now, it all made sense.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” A sob escapes your lips. “Do you not want me to remember—”

He shakes his head, denying it quickly. “No! Of course not. I just… I was ecstatic actually when it was you who came to work for me.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” Voice cracking. “You knew me—”

Clearly in conflict, he sighs, “I don’t want you to remember your traumatic memories… Remembering me might cause you more pain.”

“But it didn’t. Those memories, from what I can remember there’s nothing—”

“That’s what your parents told me, Y/N.”

Eyes widening, you gape at him as tears cascade down your face.

“You were seriously injured back then. The doctor said it will be best for you to let your own memories come to you in their own time. And I had to leave this place... I came by after your operation and... I wanted to say goodbye but I was told it was best to not see you any longer to prevent anymore distress—”

“But you are important to me!” You cut him off. Then turning quieter, “You are important to me…” You say between sobs.

Covering your eyes with your hand, you whimper when Jimin engulfs you in a hug. “I’m sorry…” He murmurs, caressing your head. “I’m so sorry…”

His heart breaks at your current state, tightening his hold on you, who’s crying into his chest. Years of buried regret and longing resurface. He had envisioned many times on how you would remember him. But he fails to realise how much it can hurt you when your memories return. If only he can turn back time, he will take that chance to save you from the misery of your memory loss.

Yet, all he can do now is to hold you close, begging you for forgiveness and hope that you’d let him stay by your side.

“So, let me get this straight, you—” Jungkook points his straw at you. “—and Jimin hyung were childhood friends—” He pierces the plastic cover of his milk tea. “—and he used to tutor you in a cafe.”

Nodding, you purse your lips and enjoy your own drink.

You had taken a few days off after the reconciliation to collect your thoughts and confront your parents about what had happened. They have come into terms with their protectiveness of you staying out very late. And you have managed to convince them to let you stay out late as long as you let them know.

You were planning to stay in bed all day if it wasn’t for Jungkook who barged into your room like he owns the place, after he claimed that Jimin lets him off from work early — which you doubt honestly, it’s more of Jungkook escaping from work — and decided to drag you to the nearest milk tea shop.

“Is something weird?” you blurt out.

“Did you by any chance, I don’t know...” Jungkook mutters. “Have feelings for each other?”

You nearly choke on your tapioca pearl and rapidly you shake your head. “No! That’s—”

Jungkook narrows his stare at you, sipping his drink as you continue to blabber, “I mean, I knew him since I was like, what? Twelve? He never sees me that way.”

“Maybe he didn’t back then.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean both of you are adults now. Aren’t things different?”

You snort at his words. “He always sees the little girl in me, Jungkook. So, please, don’t make things weird, alright? I can literally see your head gearing.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh. “Alright, if you say so. But how about you?”

Sipping your drink, you lift a brow at him.

“Do you like him?”

“Of course, I do.”

“I meant like, like him.”

“Kookie, what are you? Five?”

He snorts at your response. “Five heads taller than you—” Your glare shuts him up. “Okay, but do you see him as someone special?”

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. “Why are we discussing this? We’re just friends. Who coincidentally are childhood friends as well.”

“You sure?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh once more. “What are you expecting me to say?”

“What do you think of him?”

Almost at once, the words flow easily out of your mouth. “He’s a caring person and he knows how to comfort someone when they’re having a bad day.”

“You mean, he knows how to comfort you when you’re having a bad day yourself,” Jungkook chuckles.

You blink at that.

“Look, I’m not implying anything but he was worried as hell when I told him about you the other day. Even nearly left his bakery without supervision. That’s when yours truly—” He points at himself. “—came in.”

And the question that swims in the back of your mind disappears. “So, it is you, you overgrown rabbit. You told him about me—”

“Well, you can’t blame me. You should be thanking me instead. It’s because of me you both finally reconciled. Admit it, you’re happy — happier, in fact.”

And you can’t deny it. Jungkook has been one of those people who’d look out for you. Yes, even when he can be a pain in the ass sometimes, or just loves to hear the “piping hot” tea of what’s happening in your life.

Sighing in defeat, you murmur, “Even if I do like him...” You shake your head. “No, it shouldn’t even matter in the first place.”

Noticing your shuttering expression, Jungkook thankfully does not press the subject further. Nor does he question why. And you are grateful for him.

“Interesting. So, you do like him.”

Scratch that, your best friend is still a pain in the ass.

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Standing in front of the bakery cafe, you released a deep breath.

Through the glass door, Jungkook is helping out at the cashier counter, serving beverages and desserts to dine-in customers. However, Jimin is nowhere in sight.

Releasing a deep breath, the bell of the door rings which signals your entrance. Jungkook notices you at once before he points to the kitchen.

You rush inside — stopping abruptly a few steps away from him — now, regarding the man differently. He was the boy who has been your comfort for so many occasions after all.

Jimin is icing cupcakes, his eyes focusing on his task and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

With your memories — of kindness, warmth, and friendship — now fully returned, you remember how you were always enamoured watching Jimin work. You’d watch him make drinks in the cafe when you had no homework to do. You’d sit at the bar, munching on cookies-of-the-day as your eyes followed Jimin’s movements.

A few moments pass, Jimin’s gaze shifts to you briefly and double-takes. He curses under his breath, cupcake slipping from his grip — icing spilling on the marble counter. “Hey, you’re back—” He quickly grabs a cloth and wipes off the cream before he turns to face you properly, grinning from ear-to-ear. “—you didn’t tell me you’re coming in today.”

He opens his arms and your legs move of its own accord, following your instinct as you close the distance between you and him — wrapping your arms around his waist.

You weren’t surprised at how your younger self used to have a big fat crush on him. He was and always will still be your Mochi. The guy who treated you to your favourite sweets, who knows how you like your caramel macchiato the best, and who never fails to put butterflies in your stomach.

Breathing his sweet scent, you remember the time you’d ask him for hugs whenever you were down and your younger self had even claimed once that his hugs were magical as it was written in your diary. To quote it, “Mochi gives the BEST BEST hugs in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD”.

“Your hugs…” you mumble, eyes closed. “They’re still the best…”

Jimin merely tightens his hold on you. That is until a force — appearing in the form of Jeon Jungkook — shatters the serene atmosphere, bringing you back to reality. “Hyung! Oh—”

Abruptly, you both pull away from each other. Jungkook stands awkwardly, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“What is it?” Jimin breaks the silence, composed as ever.

“Uh, need more cupcakes. The ones on the display are finished…”

“Right,” Jimin turns to you. “Y/N, can you help me ice the rest of the cupcakes?”

Nodding, you turn to the employee’s room, putting your things in the locker and grabbing an apron.

Hugging Jimin seems so natural that you fail to consider how weird it looks to the people around you. Jungkook’s awkward silence proves that.

Your thoughts are swimming in confusion. And once again those butterflies appear in your stomach. Fanning your heated cheeks with your hands, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

Your childhood crush is gone. You’re just happy to have Mochi back in your life. That’s all. That should be all.

One afternoon, you mindlessly clean up the kitchen. Due to the public holiday, the bakery is closing earlier, and your thoughts have drifted back to the past.

You remember the night of the incident when Jimin walked you home after he had lost those men who chased after him. He stopped you for a moment, breaking the silence. “You okay?” Warm concern lacing his tone.

Jaw clenching, you mumbled. “Just a scratch.” Reluctant to give him any longer response.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have shoved you harshly before.” He crouched, inspecting your knees before he peered up to meet your stare.

“It’s fine.”

When you were just a few blocks away from home, Jimin broke the silence. “Listen Y/N—” His footsteps faltered as he reached to touch your shoulder. “—about earlier, I think you shouldn’t have feelings for me, I—”

Abruptly, you pulled your hand away from his, hurt consuming you. “I shouldn’t have feelings for you?”

You wished Jimin had forgotten your spontaneous confession as he nodded, hesitantly.

“Well, I can’t control my feelings. So, just let it be. It’ll be fine.” You glanced at him before walking faster.

The rest of the trip home was tense, full of unanswered questions. Who were those men? Why did they chase after Jimin? Is it really that bad to have feelings for him? Who gave him the right to dictate your feelings?

You felt so childish back then. Recalling the memories makes you cringe at your younger self for overreacting. But you suppose it’s normal for a fifteen year-old girl. And you were able to sense that Jimin wanted to ease the tense atmosphere. But you were too hurt to even give him a chance. You needed time to process what happened that day.

However, one minute Jimin had stopped you again, desperate to appease you. And the next minute, someone ran towards him with a bat in hand. It’s as if time slowed down, you moved before a harsh impact landed on you.

Your mind brings you back to reality, and instinctively you touch the part where your head was struck with your free hand.

“Y/N? Are you done cleaning up?”

Jimin’s voice startles you and you nearly drop the mop’s handle from your grasp.

“Yes,” you manage to say. And somehow you can’t look at him in the eye.

“What’s wrong?” Out of instinct, he cups your face to look at you in the eye. And hell, your heartbeat gradually increases as you can smell the sweet scent of bread from him along with a tinge of his cinnamon scent.

Mind blanking out at the close proximity, the only intelligible response you can say is, uhhh. Your grip on the mop handle tightens as your palm grows clammy.

He’s gorgeous. That’s one thing for sure.

“Hey, why are you blushing?”

Blinking rapidly, you watch his eyes turn into those crescent moons and a giggle escapes his lips as he pulls away, grabbing the mop from your hold.

“I’ll put this back. You nearly snapped it in half, you know.”

“Yeah,” you nod, mind whirling and you blabber the first thing in your mind. “I have a pet fish.”

“Huh?”

Realising how random you sounded, you clear your throat. “I just remember I had to come home early today, since Mr. Goldy is waiting for me.”

“Ooh, that’s—”

But you’ve run for the lockers, quickly changing out of your work attire.

“Thanks for today, Mochi. See you tomorrow!” You say and run out of the bakery without sparing him another glance.

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“What are you exactly doing here?”

Unflinching, you answer your best friend monotonously, “Buying a fish.”

“You don’t have a tank at home.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m looking for one now.”

“But why?”

“Why not?”

Jungkook lets out a sigh. “You’ve been acting weird all week, Y/N.”

You ignore his words, eyes scanning through the fishes of different colours and kinds.

“Oh! These ones are pretty.” Jungkook comments, earning your attention.

“Excuse me?” You call one of the workers there. “I was wondering if this fish is suitable for beginners.”

The worker nods, smiling. “Yes, these are what we call the Betta fish. Their scales are beautiful and they are also easy to take care of. Would you like to purchase them?”

You respond with a brief ‘yes’.

“Now, all you need is a tank,” Jungkook says.

“We provide delivery services for the tank. I’d recommend buying this one.” The worker points at one of the tanks. “In the meantime, you can purchase the fishbowl for now.”

And with that you have a new pet fish and a brand new fish bowl in hand — specifically Jungkook’s, because you gotta put those muscles into good use — and you head back home. On the way back, Jungkook suddenly clears his throat. “So… What’s up with you?”

“What?”

“Let me summarise what just happened,” he says. “I had the day off today, and suddenly you called me to meet you in a fish store, and you have been acting all weird and somehow out of all the nice shades of blue fishes in the tank, you chose the ugly yellow—”

You kick his shin in retaliation. “It’s not yellow, it’s gold, dumbass. How dare you say that in front of Lady Goldilocks.”

“Oh, wow, now it even has a name.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I seriously can’t believe you chose this one out of all the other colours. It reminds me of Jimin hyung—” And he gapes at you. “No way. Is it because he likes this colour?”

You blink in realisation. Jimin does like this colour.

“Okay, ‘fess up. What’s up with you?”

You let out a defeated sigh. “I like him.”

Jungkook looks unamused.

“I mean like, like him. And I need to get over him.”

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Why would Hyung want that?””

“I shouldn’t like him, Kook. He told me once and, I don’t know, I just can’t control my feelings. I don’t want to lose him again and I’m scared that he’ll be gone if he knows—”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Jungkook grasps your shoulder with his free hand. “—I can understand what you’re feeling, Y/N. How about let me prove to you that Jimin won’t be gone even when you have feelings for him?”

“I swear, Jeon Jungkook, if you utter a single word about this conversation—”

“No!” He denies repeatedly. “I won’t. Promise. I can prove it to you another way. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, then. How?”

“I have a plan. To take the title as your number one best friend once and for all—”

“Who says you are even at the top?”

“Aren’t I? You told me once.” Jungkook fishes his phone out of his jacket, taps a few times on his screen before he shows you a video of your drunk self a few months ago after exam week.

“Kookieee, I think you’re my number one best friend! So proud to have someone like you in my life—”

You try to reach for his phone, cheeks burning in embarrassment, as you shoot him the nastiest glare you can muster. However, Jungkook being Jungkook merely cackles at that. Your voice from the video still continues, “—you’re like Mochi—” Your present self tenses at that.

“Who’s Mochi?” Jungkook asked curiously in the video.

“Shhhhh… We don’t speak of that name here, m’kay? Mochi is gone. So you are best friend number one!”

Jungkook stops the video, tucking his phone back to his pocket. “I asked you once who Mochi was when you were sober. But you didn’t remember back then. So I never asked again until you mentioned the name ‘Mochi’ once more a few days ago.”

Gaping, you stop walking as the stunned silence falls over you.

“I think your subconscious had always known about him. And it shows how special he is to you.” When you’re about to deny that, Jungkook shushes you. “Don’t try to deny, Y/N. Even before you knew he was Mochi you already liked him.”

“I hate that you’re starting to look like a rooster. Were you always this cocky?”

Your best friend merely shrugs. “So, here’s the plan. As I was saying, with my ‘number one best friend’ title under threat, we’re going to demote Jimin as your boyfriend! It’s a win-win situation!”

“What? I never even asked for him to be my boyfriend but wait— Don’t you mean promote?”

“Y/N, as much as I love your dumb ass, you tend to be quite demanding with people. Hopefully, he knows how to handle your present self.”

“Jeon Jungkook, please don’t make me regret this.”

A few days after the conversation with Jungkook, the boy gets to work as fast as possible, and by work, it means work to get on Jimin’s nerves instead of actually being helpful in the cafe.

Jungkook has become noticeably clingy, or overall, just more touchy with you. It’s not like it’s anything new in all honesty. Throughout college, the relationship between the both of you is purely platonic. Your other college friends knew this and seeing the both of you cuddle wouldn’t be a strange sight. Jimin, however, isn’t one of your college friends and Jungkook seems to have taken advantage of this. Thus, he begins to work in the bakery almost every day, claiming just to see you.

At first Jimin showed no reaction since Jungkook is a good friend of his. But he has grown visibly irritated lately while Jungkook revels in pressing the older one’s buttons further.

“Jungkook…”

“Hmm?”

“Can you please stop invading my personal space?”

“But it’s not going to work if I don’t— Oof!” You shove him away before going back to your task — placing the cupcakes on the display tray — annoyance building up at Jungkook’s disruptions.

“I’m going to file a restraining order on you at this rate.”

He huffs, moving towards you once more. “Don’t you want to prove that Jimin is going to be pissed if he sees me being affectionate to you?”

You shake your head. “I just want to work in peace.”

“Hmph. You’re no fun.”

“Cuz you’re the one not working.”

“Hey, I’m helping here voluntarily.”

You ignore his words, focusing on your task while Jungkook starts whining for you to give him attention. “Kook, I fucking swear if you don’t get your hands off—”

Jimin’s voice rings “Y/N, are the cupcakes...” He trails as soon as he enters the kitchen, freezing at the sight of Jungkook wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling his dumb head on the crook of your neck.

“He’s going to rage,” Jungkook whispers, laughing softly.

“Uh, Jungkook can I talk to you?” Jimin asks, eyes noticeably narrowing as his tone tenses.

“Finally,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, before he lets go of you and faces Jimin. “Sure, Hyung.”

You take that cue to leave, bringing the freshly iced cupcakes to the display counter, leaving Jungkook and Jimin alone in the kitchen.

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“What’s been going on with you lately? You come here to work everyday but all I can see is you busy flirting with Y/N.” Jimin throws the younger one an unamused glare.

Jungkook answers easily, “I do my job, Hyung. And so what if I do flirt with Y/N?”

“You can’t,” Jimin blurts out, earning a questioning look from Jungkook. “You just can’t.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Do you like Y/N?”

“Of course, she’s my best friend.”

Jimin shoots Jungkook another unamused look at his answer.

“I’m going to tell her how I feel in three days,” Jungkook continues.

Jimin’s stomach drops at that statement. However, at the same time the urge to let you know how he truly feels increases. But the thought of the impending rejection after hurting you and causing your memory loss makes him think twice.

Maybe Jungkook deserves you more than him — he can protect and support you while Jimin has failed.

With a shaky breath, Jimin mutters, “Take care of her, alright?”

Obviously, his response catches Jungkook off guard. “What?”

“Take good care of Y/N, JK. I’m seriously counting on you.”

“Wait—“ Jungkook looks downright flustered at the unexpected response. “Hyung, wait.”

“What?” Now it’s Jimin’s turn to be confused.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Just give me an honest answer, hyung. No lies.”

A pause.

“Do you like Y/N? As in more than friends?”

Jimin nods without hesitance.

Jungkook mumbles something under his breath that Jimin is sure it sounds like, freaking idiots.

“Go tell her how you feel, Hyung. And tell her as soon as possible.”

“But you—”

“It’s to push you to confess to her. I don’t see Y/N that way.” Jungkook sighs. “Honestly, what would the both of you be without me?”

Jimin stands in the kitchen, speechless, as Jungkook continues to ramble how significant his role is in between your relationship and how you and Jimin owe him so much.

“So, yes, go tell her how you feel, hyung. She’ll listen to whatever you’ll say.”

With a newfound resolve, hope sparks in Jimin’s heart. “I will.”

To say that Jimin is nervous would be an understatement. He had barely slept a wink last night, thinking of all the words and how he would explain why he had left so suddenly and confess his feelings to you. Jungkook has been a supportive friend, even if he does push Jimin’s buttons along the way. However, Jimin knows that it was his own way of showing encouragement.

You are cleaning the rest of the tables of the cafe and Jimin can’t take his eyes off you, staring at you through the small window opening between the kitchen and the counter area.

“Are we done for today, Mochi?” Your voice snaps him out of his daydream.

“Yeah!” Jimin continues to wipe the kitchen counter quickly, replying almost too enthusiastically before he clears his throat. “Do you have plans tonight, Y/N?”

You enter the kitchen and once again Jimin’s heartbeat rises. “Nope. I’m going straight back home after this. Lady Goldilocks is waiting for me.”

Lady Goldilocks. Jimin chuckles at the mention of your fish’s name. He wonders if one day he’s able to see the pet fish for himself. He had asked what happened to Mr Goldy and you had become flustered at that since you didn’t know the fish was female. So, now, you have changed the fish’s name. Yet, somehow Jimin got an inkling that there is more to the story. He had asked Jungkook — to which the boy had valiantly refused to utter a word about it and had babbled, “Huh? Fish? What fish? Is that for dinner?”

Once the both of you finished closing up the bakery cafe, Jimin taps on your shoulder before you had the chance to go back home.

“May I walk you home?”

You blink, processing his words then nodding rapidly. “S-Sure.”

Jimin smiles warmly at you. It’s easy in fact. Just being in your presence always brings happiness into his heart. You had grown into an amazing person and even more attractive.

Something about you had always captivated Jimin since the first time you met him in the cafe where he used to do his part time work. Your curious eyes were always following him as he took the customers’ orders and honestly, it was very endearing.

Comfortable silence falls upon you both, walking through the asphalt pathway and naturally, Jimin opens his palms, extending it towards you.

You stare at that for a moment and clasp his hand with yours. Jimin weaves your fingers together, bringing you closer to him as you continue to walk back home.

“Do you mind if we take a little detour?”

You nod at his words.

Once Jimin reaches the destination, he can sense your eyes glance curiously at the empty hill. He pulls you up onto the top of the hill, sitting down on the grass while he pats the space next to him and you follow suit.

“Look up,” Jimin whispers, and you did.

A quiet gasp escapes your lips at the sight of twinkling stars that scatters across the dark sky.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Jimin voices out. “Someone made me realise how beautiful the stars are…” He falters. “A-And she had never left my mind all those years. One of my deepest regrets is that I wasn’t able to say goodbye when I had to leave.”

You hear his words, yet you stay silent — an encouragement for him to continue to speak what’s on his mind.

“My family was in a difficult financial position back then and my dad had done things I wasn’t proud of…” Jimin’s eyes turn glassy and faraway, even when he sets his gaze up. “And one of them is that he had made a deal with loan sharks without the guarantee of paying them back… And of course, they were angry.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath.

“I once thought that probably I could still stay here back then. Even more so when I met you. But I was wrong. Those men started to chase after me and because of that, you—” He shudders. “—got injured. And that night my parents had made plans to leave without me and my brother knowing.”

He turns to look at you. “I never got to apologise to you for causing that. I should be the one to protect you but… I failed. For that, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Jimin…” You say softly. “It’s not your fault. I was the one who jumped in front of you when the man came after you. It’s my own choice because you are special to me.”

“But I could have—”

You shush him with a pointer finger in front of his lips for a few moments. “You don’t have to be sorry anymore, Mochi. It’s not your fault. And what matters now is to focus on the present and look to the future, right?”

He nods, emotions swimming inside his chocolate eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought—”

“For telling you that you shouldn’t have feelings for me.”

And you lapse into silence. He remembers…?

“I hate that that has hurt you. I shouldn’t have said that. But I was happy but desperate too since my family—”

“Jimin.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“What do you see me as, now?”

He blinks. All the practiced words on how he would tell you his feelings dissipate from his mind as he blankly stares at you. “I… I like you.” His voice grows quieter. “More than friends…”

“And if I said you shouldn’t have feelings for me?”

A flash of hurt crosses his eyes briefly. But he answers, nonetheless, “I would do what you want.”

“So, you reciprocate my feelings now?”

“H-huh?”

“I like you too. More than friends. In fact, I think my feelings have grown for you ever since I found out you’re Mochi.”

It takes a few moments for Jimin to process your words. He gapes, mouth opening and closing.

“You are resembling Lady Goldilocks right now.”

“What?”

Your cheeks flush. “Lady Goldilocks is a Betta fish. She was the golden one in a tank full of her blue siblings. Jungkook tried persuading me to choose the blue ones since they were more attractive to look at. But all I could see is the gold one since it reminded me of you.”

“I like golden colours…” Jimin mumbles in realisation.

“Exactly,” you let out a sheepish laugh, eyes turning to look back up into the sky. Before Jimin can respond, your eyes brighten up. “Look! A shooting star!”

Jimin snaps his gaze up as well.

“Hurry, make a wish!” You then close your eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear. Jimin follows suit, making his own wish.

As soon as you both finish making your wishes, you turn to face him once more.

“Are you still sorry for saying that to me?”

Jimin nods, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Hell, he thinks he would always regret hurting you that time.

“I know how you can make it up to me then.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

“W-What?” He splutters.

“Unless you don’t want—“ Yet, your words die on your throat as Jimin moves closer to you, eliminating the distance between you both as he cups your face just like that time in the bakery.

Without another word, he leans down, pressing his lips on yours softly while you place your hands on top of his before he presses further, brows furrowing as he kisses you fervently. For the time being, all that matters is just you and him. He caresses your cheeks and you run your hands down to wrap around his waist until you can feel his heart beating against his chest.

After pulling away — both of you catching your breaths — Jimin presses his forehead against yours, running his thumb over your lips while you were unable to open your eyes for a few moments at the burst of emotions that is coursing through you.

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” he admits. “My wish finally came true.” And you smile at that.

“My wish also came true because of you, Mochi...”

✧༺♡༻∞　　∞༺♡༻✧

Sitting on one of the tables, your eyes can’t take themselves off Jimin as he serves customers. Today is your day off and you decided to pay him a visit in the bakery.

“You’re drooling.”

Your gaze snaps up to your best friend who sits across you after placing a cinnamon roll on the table for you. Jungkook continues, “I swear I’m going to vomit one of these days if I see you or Jimin hyung throwing each other— what was that called? It’s an old term— Oh! Goo-goo eyes one more time.”

“Shut up, Jeon. I’m not.” You reach for the roll, taking a bite.

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah right, you basically either stare at him like he placed stars in the sky or like you want to tear off his clothes—”

You choke on the roll, quickly reaching for your glass of water before you throw your napkin at his face. Jungkook cackles at that before he resumes his act, sighing. “This is a mistake. I shouldn’t have intervened. I didn’t know you’d be like this. My best friend is so uncool now.”

“Y/N is what?” You perk up at Jimin’s voice.

“Whipped,” Jungkook mutters before he takes his cue to leave. He stands up, passing by Jimin after shooting the older one a teasing glance.

Jimin sits across from you, and he instinctively reaches for your hand on the table. “How was your day?” And you swear you can hear Jungkook making a gagging sound amidst the chatter of the customers.

“Good. I finished my chores at home earlier today. So, I thought I would come visit.”

Minutes pass by quickly as you chatter with Jimin. He had almost forgotten to go back to work until Jungkook reminded him. When it is time to close up the bakery, you watch him wash the remaining mixing bowls while perching on one of the cleaned counters of the kitchen.

“You know, I could use some help,” Jimin teases, drying his hands on his apron.

A smile curls up on the corner of your lips, eyes following his movements — drawing closer to where you are. “Well, I think you got it all handled, Mochi.”

Once he reaches you, he pulls you to wrap your legs around his waist while your arms rest on his shoulders — encircling around his neck. You both stare at each other and he pushes a strand of stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind an ear while his other hand settles on your waist.

“Sometimes, I still can’t believe that you’re really here with me,” You admit. “Just like a sweet dream.”

Jimin shakes his head. “It’s not, Y/N...” He leans to give you a chaste kiss. “... we’ll make up for the lost time we didn’t spend together.”

“Promise?”

He softly smiles at you. “Promise.”

author’s note: this was originally intended to be posted on jimin’s birthday but well i decided to add more stuff in it. thus, i am late alskflsdda so yes, i hope you guys enjoy this fic and feedbacks are always appreciated !! thank you for reading ♡

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∙ Jin

“I’m done, if this is how it’s going to be I’ll just stick to where we’re living right now.” Seokjin complained, sitting down on top of one of the brown boxes piled up in the room which was supposed to become the living room. You raised your eyebrows at him, mainly because he was being dramatic, secondly because the box he’d just sat down his butt on clearly read breakable on the side. “It’s just a one time thing. As soon as we got all the boxes inside the worst part is over.” You reminded him while rolling up the sleeves of your shirt towards your elbows. Seokjin had immediately turned up the heating as the two of you had put food inside of the house, and by now you were both sweating. It was one thing to run up and down from the car towards the house and back, but it was something else to do so with heavy boxes in your hold. But you’d been delaying this for too long now. And since you both had a few days to spare in your schedule, it seemed the perfect timing to finally get into moving out.

All your friends thought it crazy that you’d bought a house almost two months ago but the two of you hadn’t even started moving out of your separate places until two weeks ago. But they didn’t seem to understand there was nothing as depressing as moving your stuff into a huge home while your significant other wasn’t there to help you along with it. You’d bought this house so you could spend more time together, see each other more often, not to fall back into old habits. “You’re lying. You realize we still have to unpack all this later, right? That’s going to be the hard work. Since you’re never pleased with where I put things. Which I still don’t understand. That zebra would have fit greatly next to our lamp.” You pulled a face as him, thinking back of the time the two of you had gone furniture shopping together and he had tried everything inside of him to convince you to buy a huge zebra statue. The fact that it had been a zebra wasn’t the problem. It had been it’s flashy pink color which had bothered you. Thinking about Seokjin decorating even one room in the house caused your heart to speed up.

“I could ask my mom for help, she’d love to.” You recalled, thinking of the offer she had made you last week. Your father was out on a business trip and she was at home by herself, staring at the walls. Usually you didn’t want her all over your things, but in this case it might actually be convenient. You could tell he found the idea quite appealing, sitting there on his box. You rolled your eyes at him before turning your back on him and marching mack towards the front door. “Take your time, I’ll get another box.” You called over your shoulder as you made your way through the door and down the porch steps. You’d known a long time before you bought the house that this was a place you where wanted to live. It was a nice neighborhood and since Seokjin was so popular, you couldn’t just pick any place to live. He needed a secured area, somewhere he felt at ease bringing his kids home to one day. To him, the style hadn’t really mattered, he just wanted something safe and private. So he’d left that up to you. And you loved every single detail of this house. It was big, but not too huge.

It had enough room to invite friends over, but not enough to brag about it being a villa. You loved the huge windows, letting sunlight rest against the walls throughout the entire house. The garden was fresh and cosy, a small pool attached to it. You’d never asked for the luxury you had today, but Seokjin insisted that he’d use his fortunes for your future and so you accepted anyway. As an author you had your own money. Your books sold well, the last one making it into the YA top thee for a whole year. You could live on this for the rest of your life, but you’d never been a person to put it on display. You put your money in more discreet things, like charity and buying nice things for your parents and sister. You didn’t have the amount of money Seokjin had, but nothing about that mattered. It was nice to be able to love someone for who they were, without thinking of what they had. Stopping in front of the trunk of a small van you’d hired for the day, you looked at the small stacks of boxed that were left. The two of you had moved many of them over the timespan of two hours. If you kept moving like this you’d be done by tonight and still have time to order some takeout.

Pressing one knee into the trunk you tried your best to reach for one of the boxes in the back. At least you’d get a good night of sleep tonight. You weren’t the type to work out and you were sure your muscles were going to be sore tomorrow. But it would be worth it, knowing you’d finally be able to move in with the man you wanted to spend your future with. You’d both still be busy, but there’d be a much bigger chance you’d wake up or get to fall asleep beside him once you’d live together. It were those tiny things you missed when he was not around. And the thought you’d have to miss those no longer made your heart race. Slowly you tugged the box out of the trunk and positioned it inside of your arms. Just like the others it was quite heavy. You had packed as many things inside of each box as possible, hoping you’d be done faster if there would be less boxes to carry. But you were damned either way. Dragging yourself towards the porch you stared at the children near the end of the street, playing football. They seemed careless, their laughter ringing through the air causing your spirit to grow wings and be lifted.

You had definitely made the right choice choosing this house. You scared up when you heard the sound of your phone coming from your jeans pocket at the same time your sneaker lost its grip on the concrete. Screeching you felt the ground slip from underneath your feet, and hobbled down two steps before your butt landed on the sidewalk. “Fuck.” You groaned, inwardly hoping the children were too far away to hear you curse. While trying to wrap your mind around what just happened you pushed yourself up until you were sitting on the first landing of stairs. At least there hadn’t been anyone close enough to witness your failure. Sighing in frustration you pulled down the waistband of your jeans, where pain was throbbing at your hip. A bruise was forming around the skin, probably the spot which had come down first and had caught the blow. “I’m so sorry! I swear I had no idea you’d fall!” Seokjin’s voices reached from behind you and before you had the time to turn your head and look at him, he came racing around you and kneeled down in front of you. “Are you hurt?” He asked, panic visible inside of his eyes as he held his hands in front of him, wanting to touch you but not sure if he was allowed to do so. “I think so, I guess the box broke the worst part of the fall.” You said, wincing as you tried to push yourself up to stand. A stabbing pain exploded from your hip and forced you to lower yourself back onto the cold stone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have texted you, it’s ridiculous. I could’ve just waited until you got back inside.” He rambled, and you blinked your eyes at him in surprise as you tried to understand what he’d just told you. When you realized you couldn’t, you blurted “What?” Guilt pooled inside of his dark irises as he stared at the spot you were clenching your side. He nibbled his bottom lip, his eyes darting back and fort as he tried to think of what to do. “We need to get you to the hospital. They need to check up on you.” He said, patting his pockets until he found the keys of the car. As much as you wanted to deny his words, you knew he was right. You needed a doctor to check on your hip. So it seemed like you’d have to put aside your distaste of hospitals for once. “Can you walk?” He asked, running over towards the van to open the door.

Clenching your teeth together you pressed yourself up from the floor, a wash of relief coming over you when you realized your hip wasn’t as painful anymore as it was before. Perhaps it would all be fine after all. Seokjin wrapped his arm around your middle and tugged yours across his shoulders before he wobbled you towards the passenger seat. A bit further ahead the children had stopped kicked the ball and were staring at the scene the two of you had made. You were sure that by tonight the neighbors would all have figured out their first impressions of you two. “Wait, what did you text me about?” You suddenly remembered, and as you turned to look at him you could tell he was avoiding your stare on purpose. His cheeks turned pinkish as he settled you down against the seat and leaned over you to fasten your seatbelt. His lips were only inches away from yours as he spoke. “I found that zebra online, it was on sale.”

∙ RM

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like you. I never wanted to hurt you, but I think it’s best if you stop trying to reach out for me.” The pity inside of his voice caused your feet to remain glued to the floor, no matter how hard you wanted to run. You blinked your eyes at him, wishing the tears wouldn’t come. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him. You told yourself he didn’t deserve any of your tears. Yet, that wasn’t what your heart felt. You’d liked this guy for years, had thought of only him for months straight. You couldn’t imagine your life without him being a part of it. For all this time, you had been foolish enough to think that a guy like him could like someone like you. You watched the way he turned around, planning on leaving you all alone in the middle of the hallway. You should be pleased there weren’t any people around, any of the other students who could watch you being rejected by Park Jimin. This moment would be meant for just the two of you, and you hoped he would respect that instead of laughing about it later with his friends. A deep part inside of you had been afraid this would happen.

There were so many girls who adored him, you had no idea why you’d thought for even a minute that you would have a chance with him. Still, you’d tried to prove your love for him for weeks, sending him secret notes and leaving him letters in his locker. You’d watched him read your messages with a little smile on his face. You knew he’d secretly enjoyed reading them. You’d thought they’d started meaning something to him, that he’d started looking forward to them after all this time. Yet, it didn’t seem to be enough. He’d probably expected his secret admirer to be someone else, someone prettier and more like him. Because unlike him you weren’t a part of any large groups at school, you didn’t particularly enjoy going out at night and getting drunk. You didn’t put layers and layers of make up on your face to hide your flaws, you didn’t pretend to be anyone you were not. Even though you were different, you’d always stayed true to yourself. In your mind you had always thought that if Jimin would give you a chance and would try to get to know you, he would realize the two of you would fit well together. But it had finally become clear to you that you would never figure it out. The dream which had been developing in your own head for weeks was just unraveling before your eyes.

You lingered down the hall for a while, not knowing where to go. You wanted some peaceful place to crawl up and cry, but there was no way you could ditch classes. If your parents would find out you’d walked out on your duties while you were supposed to be at school, no matter what he reason, you’d be grounded for weeks. And the thought of being stuck in the house right now threatened to suffocate you. “Idiot.” You whispered, inwardly calling yourself worse names but not wanting to get caught saying them out loud. The halls were deserted, but it wouldn’t take much longer before the bell would ring and students would start dripping out of their classrooms. And you definitely wanted to get out of here before anyone would see you in the current state you were in. The last thing you needed were any rumors, and for things to spread. Turning on your heel you speed walked further down the corridor, walking past shut lockers in an ocean of blue. You deliberately turned your head the other way when you walked past Jimin’s locker, the one you’d been deposing your feelings into for the past few weeks.

You felt like a fool and you knew you were one. And once again that awful part of your mind started wondering about who he’d wished his admirer had been. Had it been that beautiful girl from art class? Or that rock chick who sat two rows in front of him at science? You guessed you’d never find out. And perhaps it was better that way, so you didn’t have anyone to blame but yourself. The loud screeching of the bell rang inside of your ears and/or heart did a double one inside of your chest as you sped up. A door crashed against a wall down the hall, chatter filled the air and you knew you just wouldn’t be able to handle it. Before anyone could spot you, you raced through the huge doors, and stumbled into the afternoon air. The cold hit you straight in the gut and before you even realized what happened you could feel your feet trip. And there for a minute, you seemed to be floating into the air, as if like drifting on a cloud. Time was standing still in that moment, and for a minute the world stopped turning. Yet, soon that cloud was replaced by the hard grind pressing into the palms of your hands and scratching throughout the material of your jeans. You wheezed, feeling the sting of damaged skin travel down your nerve system.

Tears welled up inside of your eyes and you blinked rapidly to force them back. You knew that you needed to get up, before anyone would notice you laying on the ground. Not only would they find out you’d fallen, but someone would figure out you were supposed to be in class and would surely tell a teacher. But something caused to to stay limp, either it was your self pity or your pain. “Are you alright?” The voice broke through the noise inside of your head, and a blurred face appeared through the mist of your tears. You tried to remember if you’d ever heard that voice before, but you could barely summon it. Demanding your tears away you stared up inside of the worried gaze of Kim Namjoon. Shame slipped through you because you hadn’t recognized him by the sound of his voice, even though you had always loved the sound of his voice in your English class. He was one of the students who’s speech project you liked the most and he always kept your attention. Though it wasn’t like you really knew him. Namjoon was known to be a bit of an outsider. He never stuck around after class to talk with his friends, and during free moments he could be found spending his time in the library, surrounded by books.

And just like everyone else you’d never really put much effort into getting to know him, simply because you’d thought that he didn’t have the need to do so. But those were simply your interpretations. “I think so.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed because he’d seen you fall. Yet, there wasn’t a single sign in his expression which seemed to be making fun of you. Instead, there seemed to be actual concern inside of his eyes and you could somehow feel your heart quiver inside of your chest because of it. “That was a nasty fall you took there.” He reminded you, but once again there was no cruelty inside of his voice, he said it as if he was simply stating a fact. Your cheeks reddened as you watched him extend his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. Letting a breath slip past your lips you accepted his gesture and laid your fingers inside of his. With a strength you hadn’t expected to come from him he tugged you upright until you were standing a few feet in front of him. He shot you a tiny smile before taking a step back and granting you your space and releasing your hand. You were surprised when a warmth you hadn’t known you’d felt disappeared together with his touch. “Let’s check out your hands.” He suggested and you turned your palms upwards to check upon the damage.

Small pieces of gravel were stuck against your skin and small droplets of blood tracked your wounds. You’d have to explain what had happened once you got home. “It’s fine, they’ll probably heal fast enough.” You tried, not wanting to bother him. Yet, he ignored you as he ran over to a bench he’d apparently been sitting on all this time and went to fetch his bag pack. As he made his way back to you, he grabbed a bottle of water he’d been keeping inside of it. You watched him in silent gratefulness as he gently held you by the wrists and rinsed your hands with his water one by one, erasing the dirt from them. The wetness stung, but you ignored it as you looked at his face while he focussed on your hands. You had no idea why he was being so nice to you, to a person who’d never bothered being nice to him in return. But he just did what he thought was right, no matter who you were. A certain admiration for him blossomed inside of your chest, for this stranger you’d never spoken to before. “You’re in my English class.” You said, simply to say something. You probably sounded like an idiot, but he still smiled never the less as he fixed his gaze on yours.

“So are you.” His reply caused the corners of your lips to curl upwards as he reached for a paper tissue inside of his bag and used it to carefully pat your palms. A cloud shifted above you and a ray of sunlight fell down around you, lighting up the world that seemed to have gone grey to you a few minutes ago. You couldn’t believe that you’d waisted your time falling for someone who never would have done this for you if he’d been the one seeing you tumble down the stairs. “My name is ______________.” You introduced yourself, feeling like that was the right thing to do. He released your hands, pleased with his work as he put the leftover tissues back inside of his bag. He swung the strap casually over his shoulder before he turned towards you, his face open and friendly as he smiled. “I’m Namjoon.” He said and you blinked in surprise as he bumped his elbow against yours as if it was a normal thing to do. He stared at your stunned expression and chuckled, a low and songlike sound. “Doesn’t seem like the best time for a handshake. But never the less, it’s nice to meet you.” You ignored the drill of students flowing past you as another bell cracked up around you, signaling the school day was over. You just stood there, perfectly content inside of an ocean of people, staring inside of the most gentle eyes you’d seen in a long time.

∙ J Hope

“You’ll do great. You practiced all week.” He assured you, waving his hand in front of your face to comb a piece of hair away from your eyes and behind your ear. You shot him a shy smile as his fingers lingered a few seconds against your skull before they retreated. Hoseok had been the perfect man all week, surrounding you with positivity and motivating you to keep going until the very end. Promotions had been a mess this time around, and now that everything was finally coming up to the finale, you were a giant ball of stress. No matter how hard you had practiced your vocals and your choreography, you were simply afraid one of you was going to mess it up. And that someone didn’t necessarily have to be you. You’d been a part of a band for two years now, but these trust issues seemed to be something you simply couldn’t get rid of. Thankfully your members had never blamed you for it, and they accepted the fact you were someone who pushed them to work harder than they might think possible. Besides, you were harder on yourself than you were on anyone else.

“Thanks for helping me out though. I couldn’t have done this without you.” You said, scrolling through the conversation on your phone you were having with your local friends from home. Everyone seemed to be talking about this comeback, which didn’t seem to make it any easier. You had been slaying your last project and people seemed to expect no less form these promotions. Once again you had tried a completely new concept, forcing yourself to try new things and dig for a different and new part of yourselves. Hoseok kept trying to convince you that your company was supposed to let you stay true to yourselves and figure out your own style and flow. But you’d more than once explained to him that after only two years of being a band, you all didn’t have a clue about what that style or flow was. So for now, experimenting seemed to be the right thing to do until you could stuck to the thing you felt most comfortable with. “Sure, you’d do the same thing for me. Besides, it was fun to see you sweat.” He grinned, and you pulled a face at him as you thought back of all the times he had been practically torturing you in the practice room.

Hoseok was one of the best dancers you knew and you wouldn’t want to accept advice from anyone else but him. He’d helped you to make every move as perfect as possible, correcting you each time he thought you could do better. Days had been long, for you and for him. Especially since he’d made time to help you out after his own schedules. Two nights ago the two of you had fallen asleep at Big Hit’s practice rooms, until Seokjin had walked in and had woken you both up with his cheerful morning greetings. So you guessed you were both quite pleased this was about to come to an end, even though none of you said it out loud. “I think they’re ready for us.” Lily muttered inside of your ear, her hands landing on top of your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze. She smiled casually as Hoseok, who gave her a polite nod. Your band members kindly accepted your boyfriend’s presence around stages and practices, knowing that once they’d start dating someone they expected you to do the same. And you had to say you often enjoyed having him around, yet you still didn’t want it to become a habit. The two of you saw each other when you had mutual schedules, but you rarely invited him over when the two of you didn’t have a stage together. Mainly because he simply didn’t have the time to show and had his own stuff to deal with. Secondly because you didn’t want to mix your career with your love life. And it seemed as if the two of you had come to an unspoken agreement about that.

Hoseok patted your thigh, ignoring the face you threw him in the process. Your thighs were body parts you were insecure about, and he knew this all too well. Somehow he’d gotten the idea that if he showed them enough love you’d eventually accept them as a part of yourself you should honor. There was still quite some work to be done before such a thing could be achieved. “Good luck, I’ll see you when you’re done.” He said, groaning as he pushed himself up from his seat beside you on the coach and swiped away the imaginary dust from his trousers. “You don’t have to wait here, you could just go home. I’ll be fine.” You assured him, not wanting him to sit here and wait out the entire process of performing, filming, cutting and do-overs. He deserved his rest, especially after everything he had done for you. You didn’t want to keep him away from home longer than necessary. But he just shrugged and instead of heading towards the exit in search for a quiet place to sit or where perhaps he could find a few of his friends to hang out with. You sighed, but smiled never the less. Hoseok always did his own thing, you could never force him into certain directions. He had such a headstrong person, you kind of admired him for it.

“Let’s go, I’m so excited!” Hanna squealed, clapping her hands together as to prove her point. You followed them out into the hallway, once again checking your ear ins and your mic. Everything was set, everything was on point, now you only had to make this work. You all huddled together, sharing some enthusiastic last pep talk with each other before you got your cues and gathered in front of the stairs, getting ready to run up stage. A deep voice announced you and you knew you had to get up on that stage quickly if you wanted to get into the right position. The lights went out and you members quickly started moving up the steps in front of you, giving you no choice but to follow. But the space was cramped and before you knew what had happened, you misstepped, your feet missing a landing. A strangled noise came over your lips as you caught yourself with your hands, a terrible sting traveling up the entire length of your arm. “Are you okay?” Hanna asked, standing behind you, waiting for you to get up. You nodded, forcing a smile onto your face as you blinked away your tears. You cradled your wrist against your chest, and looked back to see Hoseok standing a few feet away, one foot in front of the other, as if he was at the point of running over to check on you.

But you shot him a reassuring smile, which seemed to settle things for now as you continued up the stairs and took your place upon the stage. At first it was a weird tingling sensation creeping through your arm, but it soon changed into some kind of pinching, which worsened and took your breath away when you tried to move your wrist. You felt lightheaded as you held your mic inside of your hand, forcing your fingers to close around it. The performance went by terribly slow, yet you seemed to be in some sort of daze the entire time. There was only one thing you could seem to focus on and that was the pain you felt. You knew something was wrong, and one look down at the joint made all the blood drain from your face. It was all bruised and thick. The choreography was far from perfect, mainly because of the mistakes you made. The hours and hours of practice for nothing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As soon as the lights went out you sped backstage, wanting to get away as quickly as you could. Tears were clouding your view, conjured by disappointment and hurt. “What the hell was that?” Jennifer seethed, trying to reach out for you by grabbing your shoulder and stopping you as soon as all of you were at the back. But before you could say anything Hoseok had suddenly appeared in front of you, suspicion written all over his face.

“What is it?” He asked, knowing better than anyone, that if you’d been in your right state of mind, this never would have happened. He was there, spending all of those hours with you in the practice rooms. He knew how hard you had worked, knew how nervous you had been. Your bottom lip was actually trembling as you held up your arm, and instantly a staff member came in helpful by pointing his flashlight at it. Some people gasped, and you could see Jennifer press her hand against her chest in shock as she stared at your wrist. “God that looks terrible.” She said, pulling a face at it. All of a sudden everyone was trying to give you some kind of advice. “Put some ice on it.” “Don’t let it hang down your side, it’ll only swell more.” “You should have said something!” But in the end it was your boyfriend who wrapped his arm around your shoulders and who let you away from all the commotion. He steered you down the halls, leading you towards a small room where you knew the paramedics were. There were always a few of them backstage, just in case something did happen.

“Was it when you fell?” He asked as he got you inside, two women and one man immediately all ears as they gently placed you on a chair and gingerly tried to take a look at your wrist. You nodded, trying to flex and bend your fingers like one of the women instructed you to do. “I caught myself, I felt it straight away, but I didn’t think it was this bad. It was only midway through the performance the pain got this bad.” You explained, trying not to take the judgement in Hoseok’s face too personal. You knew he’d understand as soon as he was over his concern for you. After all, he had seen his band members do the exact same thing, and he had done the same thing as well. It was a part of the job, pushing yourself, even though you knew you shouldn’t. “Alright honey, I’m going to give you some painkiller alright. Now, I don’t think it’s broken, just sprained. But just to be sure we should get you up to the hospital to take some x-rays. We don’t want to miss anything here.” She explained, reaching behind her before putting two round pills inside of your uninjured palm. She smiled kindly at you while presenting you a glass of water.

You thanked her and swallowed the pills down, hoping they’d lessen the throwing of your arm soon. You hadn’t eaten much before the performance due to stress, and you could feel your head swaying. “I’ll take you.” Hoseok assured you and you nodded, using his help to get up from your chair. He carefully placed your jacket over your shoulders before wrapping his arm tightly around you, pulling you close. If you had been glad that he’d been here before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now. “I’m sorry, this is such a mess.” You muttered, heaving a deep sigh as the two of you made your way towards the exit and his car. He waved your apology away and shot you a sweet smile, trying to make you feel better. “It’s all going to be fine. You’ll be better soon.” He tried to reassure you and brushed his lips past your temple. He opened the passenger door for you and carefully helped you get inside of the car. You were flustered as he reached down to help you fastened your seatbelt, but he ignored you when you told him you’d be fine by yourself. As soon as you were clicked in safely he patted your thigh, causing you to frown at him. “It’s a good thing I didn’t go home after all.” He joked and you swatted at him with your good hand. He was just in time to get out of the way, snickering softly.

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You moaned contently as you rolled over in bed, feeling the way you got tangled up inside of the covers. You had slept in shamefully long, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it. The past few weeks, your schedule had been packed and you had been rushing from one point towards the other. Sleep had been a luxury and you thought you had deserved a nice and long night in bed now that you finally had a day off. You pressed your face deeply inside of the soft pillow, realizing that you had rolled over towards your boyfriend’s side of the bed as you smelled his cologne all of the sheets. It was a sad fact that he wasn’t here with you right now. But unfortunately, as you worked for different companies, it was almost impossible for the two of you to match your free days to each other. And so you had vaguely heard him get out of bed early this morning, had softly felt his lips press down at the side of your head, before he had gotten up and left the mattress to turn cold beside you. As a girl, you had been used to having a queen size bed at your parent’s place. So a very small part of you was secretly glad to have this much space again.

But it was nothing compared to the part of you which was missing your boyfriend. A battle went on inside of your head as you wondered if you should get up and get some stuff done, or if you’d stay in bed just a little bit longer. As you sneakily opened one eye you stared straight at the alarm clock which stood on your nightstand. Your heart leaped slightly inside of your chest when you saw it was almost noon. Talking about sleeping in. Instantly you were wide awake, feeling sheepish because you you hadn’t taken better control over the situation. But you’d been exhausted, and the sleep had done a great job on your mental and physical state. Last night you had felt droopy and forgetful. Your body had ached at places you hadn’t known been possible. You’d been having mood swings which were out of your control and headaches had become your best friend. Today, you felt as if you had become an entirely different person. Your muscles had popped back into the right place, your head felt clear and light. You felt better than you had done in weeks. So you decided not to feel bad about sleeping this long, and decided that this was simply something your body had been in terrible need of.

After stretching your arms above of your head, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. You had messed up the sheets, one side kicked off of the bed completely. You pouted, wondering how you’d been able to do such a thing without waking up before you flipped your legs out of the bed and got up. Reaching for the curtains you tugged them open, being greeted by wonderful rays of sunlight. You smiled, thinking about all the things you could do today with a weather this nice. Perhaps you could go grocery shopping, fill up your fridge which was currently stored with leftovers. Jungkook would probably like a freshly prepared and healthy meal tonight. Turning on your heel you went back towards the bed, tugging the blankets straight and tugging them in at the sides. As soon as that was done you marched over towards the bathroom, to freshen up. You took a quick shower and got into some comfy clothes before gathering your hair together on top of your head into a ponytail. It was a typical ‘stay at home look but still be able to get out of the door to do something practical and be seen by paparazzi’ kind of look. You applied some lipgloss and took one look into the mirror before you decided you didn’t really care about how you looked and you flicked off the lights after collecting the laundry.

Muttering a song that magically popped inside of your mind you snapped your phone from your nightstand and walked out of the room. Propping the laundry basket underneath your arm you scrolled through your notifications, deciding which ones needed immediate attention and which ones could wait until later. You had a text from one of your band members, telling you that one of your photoshoots had been rescheduled for next week. You quickly switched the dates in your agenda, knowing you’d never be able to remember otherwise. There was a text from your mom, asking if you wanted some left over soup and she could bring it downtown for you if you wanted. And then there was one from Jungkook, asking to call him once you woke up. You frowned as you made your way down the hall towards the stairs. Had something happened? You checked the time, and saw he’d sent you this text almost two hours ago. He probably hadn’t expected for you to sleep in this long. You’d definitely have some explaining to do. Curiosity took master of you, and you knew you’d have to call him back as soon as possible. Perhaps he had something important to tell you? Maybe something had happened? Or maybe…

Your stream of thought was instantly cut off when your feet hung in open air, missing the step of the stairs it was supposed to take. You shrieked, lost your balance and before you knew what was happening you were tumbling down the stairs. The laundry flew everywhere and when you came to a sudden halt at the bottom on the stairs you realized you had been clamming your phone inside of your hands like crazy, holding onto it for dear life. Shock was the first thing that came over you as you tried to take in what had happened. Your heart was beating like crazy inside of your chest, your hands trembling. You had never fallen down the stairs before. Letting out a deep breath you realized this could have ended up entirely different. If you had fallen down headfirst, this could have been a true disaster, especially with nobody at home to find you here. You sat back and tried to calm yourself by chuckling softly. Of course this was something which had to happen to you. The adrenaline slowly wore off, which was when you began to feel all of the sore spots on your body.

Twisting your arm you could tell your elbow had scratched against the wall, blood bubbling up from the nasty scratch. The side of your knee was swelling and the skin was transforming into a bruised color. You blinked away the tears inside of your eyes, which were partly caused because of the fright and partly because of the pain. “Stupid. Why would you text while walking down the stairs?” You scolded yourself, trying to push yourself upright. A loud help escaped your lips as soon as you tried to put some pressure on your left foot. Soon, the tears which had been clouding your view were rolling down your cheeks, the pain coming as a complete surprise to you. You quickly rolled down the longs socks you’d been wearing to keep your feet warm and actually gasped when you saw the size of the joint. It looked nothing like it had done before. Instantly hundreds of thought were penetrating your mind. How you had just messed up your schedule by getting injured. How you had abandoned your members by being so careless. You’d have to get to a doctor, but there was no way you could drive like this.

On autopilot you reached for your phone, dialing the first number popping up on your screen. It rang for an eternity before finally your name sounded on the other side of the line, the voice familiar. “______________!” I’m so glad you called! I wanted to talk to you. Why did it take so long for you to get back to me?” Jungkook’s voice was cheerful, which only added to your guilt of having to call him like this. “Jungkook!” You were barely able to hold back a sob as you said his name, your voice coming out all wry and crackling. Instantly a silence rang at the other side, since he clearly hadn’t been expected a greeting like this. He had expected you to sound happy after a good night of sleep, curious about what he was about to tell you, not as if you were about to burst into tears any second. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice worried as he hushed his members, who were probably there in the room with him and who were tracking the conversation. You tried to slow down your breathing, tried to come up with a plan to get towards the car. You could hobble, you had a good balance, you’d be able to make it on one leg. But there was no way you’d be able to drive using only one foot and just the thought of using your injured one made you feel like throwing up.

“I fell down the stairs.” You said, feeling stupid. Frustrations were searing through you as you shoveled forward on your butt, hoping to get towards the kitchen so you could at least grab a tissue to press against the scratch on your elbow. The blood was now slowly leaking down your arm, creating a mess on the floor. A snort could be heard next to your ear, and you scowled. You couldn’t believe he thought this way funny. “Did you get hurt?” He asked, laughter clearly audible inside of his voice. Him making fun of you only caused you to feel worse, and your volume got louder as you spoke next time, your words ringing with some sort of panic. “I can’t get up.” You moaned deeply as you bumped your injured feet into the side of the table as you finally managed to get inside of the kitchen. Instantly the laughter stopped, and you could hear him getting up and collect his things. “What do you mean you can’t get up?” He instantly sounded serious and the ringing of car keys was audible now. You leaned against the door, grabbed your leg and tried to breath in and out slowly, dizziness coming over you. “It’s my ankle, I can’t put any pressure on it. And my knee, it’s looking weird.” Once again you started tearing up, feeling miserable and helpless. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call. I know you’re busy…”

He immediately silenced you, telling you you shouldn’t apologize, that he was glad you’d called. “I’ll be there as fast as I can. Just stay where you are, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He assured you, and you hung up after saying your goodbye’s. You were such an idiot, always causing trouble like this. How were you supposed to tell your manager that you had been able to get yourself injured on your day off? You bumped your head against the wall once, then decided against it, after all the last thing you needed was a concussion to add to the problem. Instead you waited, focussing your ears on the sound of a car stopping on the driveway. And soon you heard a key getting jammed inside of the lock, the door smashing against the wall at the speed to get it open. “Where are you?” Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment and you called out, leading him towards the kitchen with the sound of your voice. He speed walked into the room and his eyes immediately fell on you, sitting against the wall, your leg laying out in front of you. He crouched down in front of you, his fingers gingerly reaching out to your swollen knee.

His face contracted, as if only the sight of it was enough to cause him pain. “What happened?” He asked, looking up into your face in concern, his hands reaching out to wipe the tears from your face. You rolled your eyes at him, a bit of your own self returning now that you were no longer alone and he was here with you. “I was reading your text, missing a step. Before I knew it, I was on the floor.” He made a small ‘ah’ sound, and it was clear that he wanted to tell you off for using your phone instead of watching where you were going. But he said nothing, at least for now. “Let’s get you into the car. You need to let someone check up on that leg.” He said, positioning himself so that he could slip his arms underneath you and lift you from the floor. You sighed, and let your head lull back against his shoulder as he carried you towards the car. “I’m so stupid.” You muttered, feeling your ankle throbbing with every step, your face contorting a little in a hurtful expression. “Yeah…” Jungkook mumbled, but smiled as you glared at him, placing a small peck between your brows.

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Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 2: Guidance (originally published December 14, 2020)

Author's note: I think I'm gonna try releasing new chapters every Monday, for Part 1 at least. Anyway, here's Guidance.

Synopsis: Steven helps the students of Little Homeschool get jobs, but they're not very good at them.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven, Onion

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst, Blue Lace Agate,

Ian Jones-Quartey as Bixbite, Snowflake Obsidian

Michelle Maryk as Larimar

Aparna Nancherla as Nephrite

Charlyne Yi as Doc, Leggy, Army

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Kimberly Brooks as Zebra Jasper, Cherry Quartz

Natasha Lyonne as Smoky Quartz

Colton Dunn as Mr. Smiley

Dave Willis as Andy

On another lovely day in Beach City, Amethyst was walking along the boardwalk with a blindfolded Steven into Fish Stew Pizza. "Okay, two steps to the left." Amethyst instructed him as the two stepped into the pizza shop. "There's a chair right behind you." Steven did as he was told and sat down across from his sister figure. "Sit down aaaaand….okay."

When Steven undid his blindfold, he found himself inside Fish Stew Pizza with Amethyst in front of him and another Gem making pizza for them. "TADA!" Amethyst exclaimed with her arms excitedly spread out.

"Fish Stew Pizza? What a nice surprise." Steven giggled amusedly. "I mean, it has been a while since we last been here."

"No, that's not the surprise." Amethyst corrected him. "Notice anything different?" She gestured over to the Gem working with Kiki Pizza, perfectly slicing the toppings to pieces with utmost grace, laying them atop a crust that was put into the oven by Kiki.

"Oh, hi Steven!" the crab-like Gem greeted Steven.

"Bixbite? Is she working here?" Steven asked Amethyst.

"Yeah dude, and she's crushing it!" Amethyst answered. "Bixbite is an expert on slicing and dicing, and now she can put those skills to good use in a pizza parlor."

Another pizza came in fresh from the oven courtesy of Kofi, and Bixbite obediently brought it over to her friends. "Order up you guys!" she declared while setting the pie down. "So, any thoughts?"

"That's awesome!" Steven gasped at the pizza in awe of how well-made it was.

"Check out that 'za brah." Amethyst agreed, shapeshifting her hand into a ruler and a protractor to measure Bixbite's cuts. "Each slice exactly the same length, 45 degrees." She concluded, and then took a slice to eat. "Wow, pure perfection! I almost feel bad for eating this! You made me proud Bixie."

"Thanks for the compliments you guys." Bixbite thanked the pair. "And I couldn't have gotten here without you Amethyst."

As Bixbite walked away, Steven took a slice of the perfect pizza too. "I didn't even know she wanted a culinary career."

"Yeah, we talked a lot about her interests and experiences the other day." Amethyst revealed. "Then I set her up with Kofi, and here we are. Bixie is just the beginning y'know. I've been wanting to do something big for the school, so I've been helping Gems get human jobs, and everything is going amazing so far! I call it Gem-Human Excellence Mentorship, or G.H.E.M for short."

"I get it, like Gem." Steven came to a realization, much to Amethyst's mild frustration.

"No, I said Gem-Human Excellence Mentorship." Amethyst corrected. "Anote the H."

Suddenly, a Ruby clad in a suit and sunglasses burst through the door and let out a war cry while tearing off her sleeves, revealing the gemstone on her left shoulder before regaining her composure. "All clear my mayor."

Another Ruby dressed in the same clothes entered Fish Stew Pizza, wearing her shades over a yellow visor, by somersaulting into the room and stood alongside her compatriot. "All clear too." She repeated before allowing Mayor Nanafua to enter the pizza joint.

"You got Rubies in your program too?" Steven asked. "And why those Rubies in particular? I mean, they didn't try to kill me like Eyeball and Navy did, but they're still a little intense. Especially Army."

"I just found them to be a little more agreeable compared to those two." Amethyst replied while Doc & Army surveyed the area and Leggy helped the mayor to a chair. "Anyway, I got them working as bodyguards for the mayor."

"How many other Gems have you given jobs?" Steven asked again.

"Glad you asked!" Amethyst replied with a smile, and took Steven outside to show him her progress.

Amethyst took Steven from Fish Stew Pizza all the way to Beach City Funland, where she showed him just how many Gems she got to work there.

"Blue Lace Agate?" Steven gasped, seeing Blue Lace working at the ring toss booth and using her horns as targets, before discovering Biggs Jasper operating the Ferris wheel and Crazy Lace Agate handing out balloons. "Biggs? Crazy Lace? Have the Quartzes taken over Funland?"

"Yeah, I've been understaffed for so long so it was about time I had a few extra hands." Mr. Smiley said as he appeared behind the two Crystal Gems. "It could take a whole army to keep this park running!"

"An army?" Steven became worried, but then became distracted by what was going on in the sky.

"Hey check it out, Nephrite's doing some skywriting!" Amethyst cheerfully pointed out Nephrite drawing Steven's face in the sky with the smoke from Steven's cousin Andy's plane. "With all her experience flying dropships, it was only natural she do skywriting. Heck, she might even be better at flying than Andy! Still a bit of a perfectionist though."

As Nephrite crossed out her drawing, Steven began getting a little concerned with Amethyst's idea while they walked through Funland. "Um, Amethyst, isn't this a little on the nose?" he asked.

Amethyst however didn't pay him any mind, and instead pointed towards a pair of Gems giving a snowcone to the mayor. "Oh oh, look! Snowflake and Larimar found an ice-related job on the boardwalk!" she shouted while Snowflake Obsidian summoned a large pillar of ice for Larimar to scrape at, and the shavings formed a snowcone for Nanafua to enjoy.

"I still don't know about this." Steven muttered bemusedly.

"About what?" Amethyst asked him. "Everyone's doing pretty fine here."

"I mean, ice Gems doing ice jobs, pilot Gems piloting and guard Gems still guarding." Steven pointed out. "These are basically the exact same jobs they did on Homeworld."

"I swear Stee, these are totally different!" Amethyst nervously assured Steven, only for Leggy to walk by and prove her wrong.

"Wow, these jobs are exactly like what we once did in the old days." Leggy said before she high-fived Army.

"Thanks for the help Amethyst!" Army yelled to Amethyst.

"These are the jobs they wanted, I swear!" Amethyst continued nervously.

"Well sure, maybe they think they want to do this stuff," Steven explained. "but it's still up to us to get them out of their comfort zones!"

"I dunno man." Amethyst objected. "Comfortable can be good too."

"Bear with me for a bit here." Steven declared, and walked towards Snowflake and Larimar. "Hey you two, I just wanted to know what your duties were back on Homeworld."

"I dug ice trenches for the army!" Snowflake answered.

"And I made ice sculptures for the Diamonds!" Larimar added. "You should've really been there for some of my finest work, it was some of the best I've ever car-"

"So is ice kinda your default mode?" Steven cut Larimar off.

"Uh, yeah." Snowflake stated, sharing a look with the smaller Gem. "I mean, with a name like Snowflake Obsidian, what else do you think I do?"

"That's not the point I'm trying to make." Steven said. "Did you ever try doing something else?"

"Like filling ice trenches?" Snowflake answered, just as Nephrite coincidentally flew overhead on Andy's plane, giving Steven an idea.

"How about flying a plane?" Steven suggested.

Steven and Snowflake followed the plane to an open meadow where it landed. When Nephrite noticed Steven waving her down, she jumped out to see what was up.

"Hey Steven, what do you need?" Nephrite asked him.

"I'm gonna need you and Andy to talk with Snowflake here for a bit." Steven said, bringing attention to the Obsidian behind him. "I want to get her out of her comfort zone for a bit, so I think maybe she'd like to fly a plane."

"You sure about this kiddo?" Andy asked his cousin worriedly. "I mean, I already got a fine pilot right here." He patted Nephrite on the back, which gave her a smile. "But then again, I'll try anything once. Come on big guy."

Snowflake sheepishly got on the plane with Andy and began for take-off. "I don't snow about this." She punned while the flying machine quickly flew away.

"What's that, can't hear you!" Steven cried over the sound of the engine turning on and the plane finally leaving for the skies. "Have fun!"

Next, Steven took Larimar by the hand to the Appalachian, where Cherry Quartz was currently working. "I have an idea for you Larimar." He said to the little ice-carver. "You could operate the Funland roller-coaster. It's a great job, and you get to help people have fun."

"He's right, though I'd really like to actually ride it myself." Cherry agreed with Steven.

"Oh, what is that wonderful noise?!" Larimar asked excitedly while the coaster riders cheered from the adrenaline.

"That's just the screams of joy from everyone on this old thing." Cherry answered proudly.

"Human screams are my favorite of Earth's delights!" Larimar exclaimed happily. "I'll take his job, so I can hear them screaming forever!"

"Okay, that's a little creepy." Steven beamed nervously at Larimar's off-putting enthusiasm. "But I'm glad your heart's in the right place."

"One day, I shall make you scream Steven." Larimar said, before she was taken to the coaster's control room. "I suppose this must help it function, correct?"

"Yeah, you just pull the lever up and down to either speed it up or stop it." Steven instructed. "Why don't you give it a shot?"

"Give me the screams!" Larimar shrieked eagerly, pulling the lever up and making the riders yell louder, while Steven returned from the control room to see Amethyst waiting for him.

"See Amethyst? With just a few small changes, your plan is working even better than before!" Steven claimed, but the overcooked Quartz wasn't buying it. "Don't look so worried, let's go help more Gems!"

Much to Amethyst's dismay, Steven went around the town assigning the Gems new jobs far more different than the ones Amethyst gave them.

Instead of working at Funland, Ocean and Zebra Jasper were taken to work at Fish Stew Pizza. Bixbite, meanwhile, was now selling balloons. Army was now selling flowers, Teal Zircon was dragged out to become a taxi driver, Nephrite now worked selling snow cones, and Amethyst was still powerless to stop Steven.

"Wow, sure feels good to be helpful." Steven congratulated himself as he sat at a table at Fish Stew Pizza. "Hopefully everyone can get more experience outside of their comfort zones, but for now, I think I'm beat."

But just when Steven thought he could relax after a job well done, he instead got a pizza to the face. "Order up!" Zebra Jasper cried while she tossed more pizza at Steven and began messily cutting the pies up.

"Delivery, delivery, delivery!" Ocean Jasper yelled as she delivered pizzas by throwing them at passerby's outside.

"Here you go, and I'll take that." Leggy said to a downed person, handing him some flowers and taking his wallet. "Here you go." She added to a woman covered in pizza before taking her purse, and then triumphantly holding up the valuables while setting them on fire. "Yeah, mission complete!"

While Bixbite was handing out balloons, Ocean Jasper threw some pizza at her head, causing her to pop some of her merchandise and let the rest fly away. "Oh no, not the balloons!"

The balloons floated towards Andy's plane, giving Snowflake a shock and causing her to cover the aircraft in ice, making it lose control while the two screamed in fear.

Back on the ground, a car driven by Teal Zircon beeped loudly while it crashed into a lamppost, to the anger of her passenger. "Apologies sir, I have no idea how cars work." She apologized to her customer, who simply walked away in a huff. "Aw come on, not even a hug to make it up to you?!"

As Steven witnessed all the chaos he had accidentally created, he had only one thing to say. "I've made a huge mistake."

"Hit me with another Nephs." Amethyst ordered Nephrite to make her a syrupy snowcone at the arcade, oblivious to the chaos outside, when Steven came running in. "Oh hey Steven, want some?"

"No Amethyst, I need your help!" Steven panted in resignation. "Our brilliant plan is basically kaput. I tried to help all the Gems get out of their comfort zones, and look what happened!"

"See Steven, this is what happens when you don't listen!" Amethyst declared accusingly. "You didn't listen to any of my ideas today!"

"That's not true; the Gem mentorship thing is a great idea!" Steven tried assuring his friend.

"It was a great idea when the Gems were doing what they thought they were best at," Amethyst continued. "but then you came in and told everyone what you think they should do! Even me!"

"I was wrong." Steven admitted. "I should've put more trust in you with the program. I don't know why I thought I could just take it over like that! I'm so sorry for today."

"Well, I'm glad you came around Steven." Amethyst accepted his apology with a hug. "Cause right now, I think we have our work cut out for us."

Outside, Teal Zircon was trying her hardest to fix the car she crashed, but to no avail. When she noticed Steven and Amethyst looking at her, TZ changed her tune immediately. "Hey guys! Don't worry, I have this totally under control!" The car then burst into flames. "I'm being serious. Totally under control."

"Yeah, I can see." Steven replied sarcastically to Teal. "So what do you say Amethyst? Want to help me unhelp everyone I've helped?"

"Yeah, alright." Amethyst replied before noticing that Snowflake and Andy were close to crash-landing. With no time to lose, she dragged Steven by the arm out of the arcade, and they formed the chubby half-human fusion Smoky Quartz. "SMOKY!"

Summoning their yo-yo, Smoky Quartz tossed it at the plane and wrapped the string around its tail, but they accidentally cause the tail to break off and make everything worse. "Uh, oops."

While the plane kept spiraling out of control, Smoky bounded off Teal Zircon's destroyed car and summoned another yo-yo to keep them airborne. A third yo-yo was tossed soon after, forming a net that caught the plane and allowed Smoky to return it to the ground safely. "Hey guys, you cool?" Smoky giggled at their pun. "Get it, because of the ice?" The giggling soon ceased and they started panicking. "Anyways, I'm so sorry! You okay?"

"I'm fine." Snowflake answered while clambering out of the plane. "Except that I now have a fear of flying, so there's that."

"Seriously, my life flashed before my eyes for a bit." Andy added, adjusting his flight cap. "Good thing you came in for the save."

"Phew, thanks Uncle Andy." Smoky let out a sigh of relief before they turned to the havoc at Funland. "Gotta run, roller coaster on the fritz!" With that, Smoky made a run for the amusement park, in the process putting out the flaming car with the wind, where the Appalachian had now spun out of control.

"These are not the screams I was hoping for!" Larimar cried, unable to regain control of the ride.

Smoky Quartz began running faster as the coaster started to fall apart, all while having an inner argument with themselves. "Seriously, we're not gonna make it in time! C'mon, faster!"

"If you can save the universe Steven, then I can sure save a roller coaster!" Amethyst declared through Smoky.

"But saving the universe took time!" Steven replied hastily. "I don't have any time, and I sure won't take thousands of years to save this!"

As more of the coaster began falling apart, Smoky was in full panic mode. "Agh, what do I do?!"

"I don't know, I don't know!" Steven replied through their fusion, just as panicked. "Just give me a second!"

Suddenly, Smoky began turning pink thanks to the parts of them that came from Steven, and they suddenly started going even faster than before. Or rather, everything became slower.

"Whoa, cool!" Smoky gasped in amazement at their new form just as they made it to the Appalachian in time and jumped onto the broken rails. "Gotcha!" they exclaimed, but then they noticed how slow-moving everything and everyone had now become. With this sudden new power of slowing down time, Smoky decided to use it to their advantage.

At the front were Sour Cream and the ex-Mayor Dewey, whose hat was flying off his head from the intense speed. "Whoa okay, that goes there." Smoky muttered, putting the hat back on Mr. Dewey while borrowing Sour Cream's phone to take a picture of the three of them with, before returning the device to its owner. "Okay everyone, last stop!"

Smoky quickly got to work, taking all the humans out of the coaster, and safely returned them to the ground. As they were all tossed out of the ride and back onto the pier, they were dropped incredibly slowly due to the intense slowing of time. When Smoky rescued the last of the riders & safely returned them to the ground, time finally returned to its normal flow and they were no longer pink.

"Everybody's all safe and accounted for!" Smoky stated. "Now onto saving that coast-" They were too late to save the roller coaster as it went off the rails and launched off the broken rails into the ocean. "Ah well." They muttered. "Sometimes you can save the people from the roller coaster, but you can't save the coaster itself."

The coaster then combusted in the water, leaving a massive mushroom cloud in its wake. "And that's okay."

Later that day, Steven and Amethyst had successfully returned everything to normal and treated themselves to snow cones as a reward. Steven was mostly silent throughout, but Amethyst was ecstatic at how they had controlled time earlier as Smoky Quartz.

"Dude, that was intense!" Amethyst exclaimed. "We basically slowed time just like in one of those manga Lapis reads, but I'm bummed that it didn't come with the power to summon steamrollers. We were going so fast; everything almost came to a screeching halt!"

"Yeah, that was pretty nuts." Steven giggled anxiously.

"It was awesome!" Amethyst added, still super excited. The two of them looked around to admire what they fixed. Bixbite was back to working at Fish Stew Pizza, Nephrite was flying with Andy again, Teal Zircon swore never to drive a car again and the Rubies had now returned to defending the mayor.

"Now that I look at it, you were pretty spot-on with everyone's jobs." Steven confessed. "It just makes me wonder, you think I'm a bit too controlling?"

"Okay, maybe a teeny bit." Amethyst admitted to Steven. "As for me, I didn't just guess what everyone wanted to do. I actually sat down with all these Gems and asked what they wanted. Everyone has had a crazy history, so I felt they should be able to choose how they feel and what they should do in the future. I feel like I finally know what I needed to do; I just needed to figure it out for myself. But now, I feel like I'm just as good at helping Gems decide that for themselves."

"Yeah, you're right." Steven agreed.

"So, what about you?" Amethyst asked Steven. "Now that things are starting to settle down, what do you want to do? Come on, let's talk about your future! The doc is in, first session is free!"

"Thanks Amethyst." Steven laughed lightly. "But I don't know. I still want to help people, but I think I might be losing my touch."

Just then, Steven felt someone tap his shoulder, and he turned to see Larimar standing before him, with a large stuffed bear poorly hidden behind her. "Hello Steven, it's me, Little Larimar!" Larimar greeted Steven. "I got you a surprise. Can you guess what it is?"

"Uh, no." Steven answered, clearly noticing Larimar's bear, but he decided to play dumb to humor her.

"It's a teddy bear!" Larimar announced as she presented the bear to Steven, who took the toy kindly.

"That's so nice Larimar, thanks." Steven thanked Larimar. "But why did you get me this?"

"I got this for you as a way of saying thank you." Larimar responded. "I know I'm not great at handling the roller coaster, but I find myself excelling at giving things to others, like handing prizes to children! Oh, their joyous laughter warms me so. It sounds kind of like screaming!"

Steven and Amethyst were a little weirded out by Larimar's comparisons, but they were still happy she found something that made her happy.

"I think these Earth children quite like me too." Larimar continued. "I never felt so happy in my life."

Steven and Amethyst's nervous expressions turned into sweet smiles, but as the destroyed roller coaster drifted past them in the ocean, Steven made a shocking realization. "Oh my gosh, we forgot Onion!" he panicked seeing Onion still in the coaster, and Onion gave him a little wave, which eased Steven's nerves. "Eh, I'm sure he'll be fine."

Thanks for joining me for another chapter of Alternate Future. Like in Regular Future, Little Homeworld and Guidance were merely appetizers for what's to come, because the next chapter will be where things get really interesting. It will be a fusion of Rose Buds and Volleyball, and we'll even get our first hint of something, or someone, plotting against Steven and Era 3. What am I even talking about? Well, tune in next week to find out!

#steven universe #steven universe future #fanfiction #steven universe alternate future #steven quartz universe #amethyst #bixbite #little larimar #snowflake obsidian #teal zircon #nephrite #smoky quartz

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jamesashtonisbae · 5 years ago

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She Sets the City on Fire Part 1

Word Count: 1453

Pairing: Logan x MC; Colt x MC

Book: Ride or Die

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing - J. Cole lyrics

Summary: Aleigha is a good girl gone bad. She’s going to try to keep both parts of herself.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Pixelberry studios does!

Author’s Note: This flew off my fingers and is one of my favorite ideas I’ve had. I love good girl gone bad Aleigha. Ingrid starts as the narrator briefly, but MC will be the narrator for almost all the rest.

Tagging: @desiree-0816 because she is my ROD encourager. Also @brightpinkpeppercorn and @princessstellaris because 100 years ago (June or July) when I wrote a Logan x MC fic they were so kind to comment and ask to be put on a tag list!

Songs: Middle Child, Miss America, Motiv8 by J. Cole

Ingrid

“Where are you going?” Ingrid asked as Aleigha as she flat-ironed her hair one last time. Ingrid took in her roommate’s zebra Yeezy Boost’s, prison orange pants with a cutout where she could see Aleigha’s black lace panties, black bandeau showing severe underboob, and thick orange choker.

“Out,” Aleigha said as she applied some nude lipstick.

“What on earth are you wearing? You look like a traffic cone,” Ingrid shoved a bite of takeout into her mouth.

“A hot traffic cone?” Aleigha stuck out her tongue as she touched up her mascara.

More like a hot mess, Ingrid thought. Out loud she said, “You’ll have no shortage of guys who want to fuck you, that’s for sure.”

“Good. That means they’ll underestimate me.”

“Aleigha, where are you going?” Ingrid insisted. Who was Aleigha talking about that would underestimate her? Ingrid never knew what Aleigha was talking about, but especially not when she was being so cryptic.

“Out.”

Ingrid blew out an exasperated breath at her roommate. All throughout the summer, Aleigha would take off for hours upon end, and she had no idea where she went. Whenever Ingrid would text her, she would get a ‘Message Not Delivered’ response. But, as long as Aleigha kept her side of the room clean and didn’t wake her up when she came home late, Ingrid didn’t really care where Aleigha was going and what she was doing with her time.

Maybe she should have cared a little more.

Aleigha

Aleigha left her dorm in what she knew was the most revealing outfit she could possibly have worn. It had taken her months to find the underground racing connections in Boston, but with a well-placed bet on the MLB All-Star game, she won one name.

With that one name, she had been able to prove she was a damn good driver. She outsmarted more experienced drivers, outpaced faster cars, and took down whole crews. Tonight was her first night attending an actual sideshow since LA. It was her first night competing as the solo driver ever.

She got into her firetruck red car, and batted, in order, the dice hanging from her rearview window, the sparkplug necklace next to it, and the cactus ornament on her dash. After one last glance, she put LA out of her mind.

Every day she thought about getting a new paint job. She knew it wouldn’t change anything about anyone finding her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She’d dyed her hair blonde, she’d gotten blue-colored contacts, she’d gotten a phoenix sleeve tattoo. But changing her car was something she wasn’t ready to do.

She flicked on her stereo, turning up J. Cole’s The Fall Off album, losing herself in the beat and the poetry. She loved driving in races, the precision, the strategy, the adrenaline all made her feel alive. Aleigha was a student, always studying the best outcomes and the best means to the desire end. And so, she was well-suited to racing. But, she loved letting go and just driving for fun. Like right now.

10 minutes later, she pulled up at the location. As she got out and stood out in front of her car, she knew that all her hard work had paid off. Not to get into Langston, instead, to get into this sideshow. She was finally home.

After a couple hours of interacting with people, talking about her car and her experience in Boston, trying to get anyone to take her on their crew, the races finally started. She had made it into the second to last one, the headliner was some out of towner everyone referred to as “The Troublemaker”. The irony of that being Logan’s nickname for her was not lost on her, but when she asked what he drove, she was told he drove some model she’d never heard of, not a Devore GT.

“Why do you care, Babe? It’s not him you’ll be going home with at the end of the night,” a burly man in a wifebeater said, leaning down toward her.

Internally, she cringed, but externally, she winked and said, “I know I’ll need some consoling if the Troublemaker beats me tonight. You’ll be on the list, big guy.”

He grinned, a big toothless grin, and finally walked away. She shuddered, then got into her car to drive it up to the start. As she fiddled with her radio, trying to get the volume on the right number, her playlist in the right order, and her ornaments in the right position, she heard other cars pull up next to her. Deciding to ignore them, she looked up at the girl holding the flag and wearing the same outfit she was, basically, and waited for the signal.

I’m counting my bullets

I’m loading my clips

I’m writing down names

I’m making a list

I’m checking it twice and I’m getting ‘em hit

The real ones been dyin’

The fake ones is lit

This game is off balance

I’m back on my shit

The Bentley is dirty

My sneakers is dirty

But that’s how I like it

She took in a deep breath, and then the flag went down. In an instant she had thrown her car into gear and jumped to a fast start. She maneuvered out in front of her competitors and was flying down the track.

Even if it was a bit flawed, her strategy was start ahead and stay ahead. She knew her car was not as fast as others, so sometimes she wouldn’t be able to win with that strategy, but if she fooled people into thinking she couldn’t maintain it and she did, she’d be fine. She banked on everyone underestimating her and thinking she was naïve. So she leaned into it a lot.

And the fact that she timed her playlist to the track she was driving required her to start ahead and stay ahead.

A glance in her rearview told her a car was keeping up right behind her. She knew that trying to block out this one car would probably mean that someone else would pass her. So she let him pull alongside her. She didn’t dare look, but she knew it had to be The Troublemaker.

They stayed that way around curves and corners and past the halfway mark and all the way to the final straightaway. She knew he was going to be very precise when he turned on his NOS, so she would have to be on her A game.

She held until she knew she heard her cue to release.

Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won’t sell your crack

I won’t fight your wars, I won’t wear your hat

I’mma pass your classes, I’mma learn your craft

I’mma fuck your daughters, I’mma burn your flag

As soon as she heard it, she released the valve. She shot out in front of the person next to her and knew he had done it a second too late. She knew she had won. All she had to do was hold her car straight.

When she crossed the line a few moments ahead of the other driver, she sighed in relief. It was nice to have beaten someone who was pretty renowned at her first sideshow. She grinned and cranked her music, listening to her last few bars.

Too many times I swallowed my pride

I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside

My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide

I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' alive

She was lost in the lyrics when she heard a knock on her window. Looking out, she saw the sideshow organizer looking in at her.

“You getting out,” he glanced down at his list and read her name, “Lennon St. James?”

“Yes. One second,” she turned to her glovebox and pulled out an orange hat, just to cover herself a little more and make herself even less recognizable.

She walked over to claim her prize money, getting second looks from all the people who had spoken to her earlier and told her they didn’t have room for her in their crew. A couple of men whistled at her still, but now looked like they had a healthy fear of her.

Aleigha took the cash the organizer held out to her, then turned to head back to her car. She was bumped by whoever the second-place finisher was on his way to get the cash on her way back. It knocked her off center and she fell to the ground, disgusted.

“Hey!” she shouted, glancing up into a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes.

“You know, there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Lo…” she breathed out.

“Hey Troublemaker.”

#pixelberry choices #choices ride or die #choices rod #logan x mc #ride or die fanfic #ride or die au #pixelberry rod #pb rod #ride or die a bad boy romance

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thepaperpanda · 6 years ago

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„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand. “Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly. “Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up. “Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes. “Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter. She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled. “Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly. “I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips. “Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

Bucky was watching some show in TV. He didn't even know why he was watching it. He didn't laugh when he was supposed to, he didn't feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone. It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She's hurt. She's bleeding. She needs me and I'm not there.” All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid. “Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment. She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips. When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering. “Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her. “C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks. “Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling. “Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation. “Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk. “Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her. “I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it. “Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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armandclocksitall · 5 years ago

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Get to know me uncomfortably well tag

Thank you to @livewiredroger for tagging me💞💞

What is your middle name

Marie Ellen, I’ve got two

How old are you

18 years old

When is your birthday

April 17, 2001

What is your zodiac sign

Aries

What is your favorite color

Blue

What’s your lucky number

2 and 7

Do you have any pets

I have a dog named Rafa

Where are you from

Buffalo, New York

How tall are you

Barely 5’0

What’s your shoe size

8 US Women’s

How many pairs of shoes do you own

7? I think?

What was your last dream about

Zombie apocalypse

What talents do you have

I play drums and I draw

Are you psychic in any way

Yup I can tell fortunes and read auras

What’s your favorite song

Currently a slut for Whole Lotta Love by Zeppelin

Favorite movie

Love, Simon. That shit made me cry

Ideal partner

They have to be funny, with a pretty smile and nice hair. They have to be willing to push me out of my comfort zone and be there for me if I’m having a rough time.

Do you want children

One or two only

Do you want a church wedding

Absolutely not

Are you religious

I had religion shoved down my throat as a kid so I’ll pass

Have you ever been to the hospital

Yah

Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law

Nah

Have you ever met any celebrities

I met IDKHOW a few months ago, I also met New Years Day a few years back and a guitarist named Davy Knowles who I like (I literally cannot remember if I’ve met anyone else)

Baths or showers

Showers, baths are gross

What color socks are you wearing

Not wearing any but I wore socks with zebras on them to my chiropractor appointment earlier today

Have you ever been famous

No? I don’t think so?

Would you like to be a big celebrity

Sure why not

What type of music do you like

Rock, some pop, pretty much anything but country and most rap(I’d die for MGK tho)

Have you ever been skinny dipping

I don’t even like regular swimming so no

How many pillows do you sleep with

Hang on lemme count...10

What position to you sleep in

Either on my back or on my side in fetal position

How big is your house

Pretty big I guess, it’s got 3 bedrooms and a music room so we got space

What do you typically eat for breakfast

Leftovers from the previous night’s dinner

Have you ever fired a gun

Nope and I don’t want to

Have you ever tried archery

Yeah it’s fun but I’d never hunt, only shoot targets

What’s your favorite clean word

Enigmatic

Favorite swear word

Fuck (all of them are pretty snazzy tho)

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep

3 days I think, times a construct so I wasn’t really paying attention

Do you have any scars

Yeah I’ve got scars on my knuckles and knees, a few on my thighs (not self harm, just me being dumb) and a scar on my cheek that I have no clue how it got there

Have you ever had a secret admirer

Apparently! I recently (like a year ago) talked to a guy from my old school and he said he had a huge crush on me

Are you a good liar

Uhh, I think so?

Are you a good judge of character

YES! I TOLD MY FRIENDS THAT A PERSON WAS BAD LIKE TWO YEARS AGO AND NOW THEYRE JUST STARTING TO REALIZE THAT I WAS RIGHT (sigh, I’m heated)

Can you do any other accents other than your own

Just like a posh British accent and sometimes an Australian accent

Do you have a strong accent

Yeahhh

What is your favorite accent

I really like Aussie accents

What is your personality type

Think vodka aunt mid mental breakdown

What is your most expensive piece of clothing

I didn’t buy them but I inherited two fur coats from my grandma after she passed, I will never wear them outside

Can you curl your tongue

Yupp

Are you an innie or and outie

Innie

Left or right handed

Right handed but I wanna become ambidextrous

Are you afraid of spiders

Depends on the type

Favorite food

Any type of chicken

Favorite foreign food

Uhhh gnocchi

Are you a clean or messy person

Clean, but I kinda live in organized chaos

Most used phrase

What’s poppin

Most used word

Dude

How long does it take you to get ready

With a shower maybe like half an hour, without maybe 10-15 minutes

Do you have much of an ego

Only as a joke

Do you suck or bite lollipops

What kind of psychopath bites lollipops?

Do you talk to yourself

All the time

Do you sing to yourself

🎶 All the time🎶

Are you a good singer

Not sure, but maybe

Biggest fear

Failure, disappointing my parents

Are you a gossip

Nah, I keep secrets

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen

OH SHIT, REMEMBER ME WAS THE MOST TRAUMATIC SHIT IVE EVER WATCHED I LOVED IT A LOT BUT THAT SHIT HURTED

Do you like long or short hair

Either or I guess, depends on the person

Can you name all 50 states of America

Give me time, a pencil, and a sheet of paper and I absolutely could

Favorite school subject

Art or English

Extrovert or introvert

Ambivert

Have you ever been scuba diving

No, and I don’t plan to because I hate water

What makes you nervous

New experiences

Are you scared of the dark

Honestly yeah, it freaks me out that I don’t know my surroundings

Do you correct people when they make mistakes

Yeah, but I try to be polite

Are you ticklish

,,,no

Have you ever started a rumor

Nope

Have you ever been in a position of authority

I was President of my schools Media Arts Club and I was on student council

Have you ever drank underage

Yeah my parents don’t care

Have you ever done drugs

Yeah I used to smoke

Who was your first real crush

Roger Taylor when I was like 6

How many piercings do you have

None yet

Can you roll your R’s

Sadly no

How fast can you type

Very

How fast can you run

Not very

What color is your hair

Brown

What color are your eyes

Green, sometimes blue

What are you allergic to

Shrimp, dust, grass, pollen

Do you keep a journal

I used to and I want to but I’m really bad at remembering to journal

What do your parents do

My moms an accountant and my dad is a warehouse supervisor

Do you like your age

I mean, I guess? It’s alright

What makes you angry

When people don’t listen to me

Do you like your own name

Not at all, it doesn’t fit me

Have you already thought of baby names, if so what are they

Yes I have. If I have a boy it’ll be Spencer Lee or Benji Laurier. If it’s a girl it’ll be Ainsley Violet.

Do you want a boy or a girl for a kid

Definitely a boy

What are your strengths

I’m empathetic

What are your weaknesses

I get annoyed easily

How did you get your name

My mom just liked the name Kaitlyn. I hate it tho so I shortened it to Kai.

Were your ancestors royalty

I think there were a few that were but they aren’t well known

Do you have any birthmarks

Ive got one on the back of my ear

Color of your bedspread

Bluish-turquoise

Color of your room

Currently a boring beige but I’m going to paint it a forest green soon

I’m gonna tag @slavet0thegrind @madsthegroupie and @niksixx if anyone else wants to do this, feel free💞

#tag

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bluebird167 · 6 years ago

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Manny (Shrek) Chapter 2

Meanwhile all mythical creatures had recently been decreed nuisances and trouble makers that didn't belong with the humans. So they were all either banished or in prisoned. A huge reward was offered to any humans who could bring any creature in for eviction or in prisonment. Today several guards were holding a round up for all the mythical creatures.

"Next!" The captain of the guards said. "What have we got?"

"A dirty witch!" A farmer said throwing down a young witch name Rosa down.

"Dirty? I beg your pardon! I'll have you know I'm very clean." She protested with her broom.

"Give me that!" One guard said braking her broom. "Flying days are over!"

"That's twenty pieces of sliver for the witch, take her away." The captain said.

Rosa wept as she was put in chains and led away. In the line there was a nasty old woman named Lady Gobbler who was going to give them a very talkative but friendly Zebra Donkey.

"Please don't turn me in! I'll never be stubborn again!" He begged her. "I can change! Please give me another chance."

"Oh shut up!" She snapped.

"Next!" The captain said. "What do we got?"

"This little wooden pupper." An old man named Chakal said putting a rather dorky looking boy made out of wood on the table. His name was Davi and his own father was selling him.

"I'm not a puppet! I'm a real boy!" Davi said. But his nose grew long and it only did that when he lied.

"Five shillings for the possessed toy. Take him away." The captain said.

"Father! Please! Don't let them do this! Help me!" Davi begged as they took him.

"Sorry son, it's nothing personal it's just business." Chakal said taking the money and leaving.

"Next!" The captain called.

A blacksmith came over with a large hairy man.

"This is El Oso. A bear man." The blacksmith said.

"Okay, that's forty pieces of sliver for him."

"You can't do this to me man! I'll sue! You'll hear from my lawyer!" He said as he was locked in a cage.

"Next! What do we got?"

"Well I've got a talking zebra donkey." Lady Gobbler said.

"Right? Well that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it." He said suspiciously.

"Oh, go head little fella." She said.

But he didn't say anything, he just stood there and kept silent.

"Well?" The captian said.

"Oh he's just nervous, talk you boneheaded dolt!"

"That's it! I've heard enough! Guards!"

"No! He's talks! He does!" She grabbed Zebra Donkey's jaw, shook him, and tried to a ventriloquist act with him. "I can talk! I love to talk! I'm the most talkative damn thing you ever saw!"

"Get her out of my sight!" The captain ordered.

"No! No! I swear! He's can talk!" She said as the guards dragged her away.

Zebra Donkey burst out laughing.

"Ha! Ha! See you around grandma!"

But the guards had heard him.

"He can talk?" One said.

"Size him!" The captian said.

The guards chased Zebra Donkey into the woods. The poor little fella was so desperate to get away that in his haste he accidentally bumped into Manny. He hid behind him when the guards arrived.

"You there! El tigre!" The head guard said.

"Aye." Manny said.

"By the order of Lord Sergio. I am authorized to arrest you both." His courage started slipping when Manny walked closer and he noticed how big he was.

"Oh really? You and what army?" Manny said.

The Captian turned around to find his men gone.

"I..I..I'm warning you!" He stuttered as he pulled out his sword. "You..Two will come with me or I'll have to use force."

But Manny didn't look scared or intimadated in the least.

"Did you know that human flesh is low in calories and full of iron and other minerals?" Manny asked. "How lucky for me since I'm on a diet."

"What?!" The captain gasped dropping his sword.

"Tell me would you prefer to be baked or boiled? Frankly I think boiled flesh is healthier but it takes a very long time to cook."

The captain screamed and ran away.

"Man! That was incredible." Zebra Donkey said amazed by his bravery.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You scared the snot out of those guys." He said. "Hey thanks for saving me, you're a real pal you know that?"

"Not really."

"Man it's good to be free."

"Now why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends?" Manny said walking away.

"But I don't have any friends and I'm not going back there by myself. Hey I'll stick with you." He said following him.

Manny turned around and roared into his face.

"Wow! That was scary! But you need some tic tacs or something because your breath stinks."

"Wait a minute you're not scared?"

"Nope." He said smiling.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"You're half donkey right?"

"Yeah."

"Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing."

"Well uh hey where are you going? Can I come? Is it far? Is there food?"

"Why are you following me?"

"Because I'm all alone and you seem to be a nice guy."

"Nice guy?! Are you blind?!"

"No."

"Then take a good long look at me!" Manny said. "What am I?"

"Um...Really furry?"

"No! I'm a tiger hybrid You know? Terrifying cat monster? Doesn't that bother you?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Really, really. I like you. What's your name?"

"Manny."

"Nice to meet you."

"The feeling isn't mutal." He said walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. Before the villagers ran sack it."

"Ransack? Why?"

"Because they're afraid of me."

"Why? You're just a regular guy with fur and a tail?"

He followed him all the way back to his house.

"Get away from me!" Manny demanded.

"I'm sorry for bothering you but listen, I don't have anywhere else to go and-"

"And?"

"Can I stay with you?"

"What?"

"Can I stay with you please?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"No."

"Please! I don't wanna go back there! You don't know what it's like to be considered a freak."

Manny looked at him skeptically.

"Well maybe you do. But you gotta let me stay! Please! Please!"

"Okay! Okay! But one night only!"

"Oh thank you!" He cried happily running into his house. "So, where do I sleep?"

"Outside!"

"Oh...Oh I see...Um I guess it's appropriate since we don't really know each other huh?"

"Yes now get out or you're dinner tonight!"

Zebra Donkey sadly hung his head in shame and went outside. That night Manny heard strange scratching nosies in his house. He crept around the floor and quietly followed the noise until he found the source. The source of it was a little chubacabra which appeared blind.

"What the?"

Then a coffin with a girl inside was shoved on the table by a bunch of little dwarves.

"Oh no! Dead broad off the table!"

"Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken." A dwarf said.

"Huh?"

He went into his bedroom and found El Oso in his bed.

"What man?"

"I live in a swamp! I put up signs! I'm a terrifying monster! What do I have to do to get a little privacy?"

He grabbed El Oso and threw him out of the house but was shocked to see that his home was inhabited by hundreds of people and creatures.

"Don't look at me! I didn't invite them." Zebra Donkey said.

"Well, gosh no one invited us." Davi said.

"What?" Manny said.

"We were forced to come here."

"By who?"

"Lord Sergio." Said a kid who was made out cactuses. "He huffed and he puffed and he...sighed an eviction notice."

"Don't care! Get out and go back to wherever you came from!"

"We can't go back! We're forbidden!" Davi blubbered.

"Sorry not my problem."

"Look tiger kid." Rosa said. "We don't wanna be here anymore than you do but if we go back it's curtains for us, understand? In other words we die."

"Alright! Fine." Manny sighed. "Who knows where this Sergio guy is?"

"Oh I do! I know where he is!" Zebra Donkey said.

"Does anybody else know? Anyone? Please?"

But no one answered.

"Okay fine. Attention all mythical things! I'm going to talk to this guy and get you all off my land."

Everyone cheered. Manny just walked off with Zebra Donkey following behind him.

#el tigre the adventures of manny rivera #el tigre au #fanfiction #fanfic #shrek au #shrek

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kairi-chan · 7 years ago

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Prompt #9: Borusara - We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.😏 Please & Thank you!!! You’re Amazing!!💕💕

Aww. Thank you, Anon!

I was waiting for someone to send me this prompt. >:) BoruSara are 16 here!

Title: Pull it Together

“Boruto, get your hands off me!” Sarada whispered furiously. “I swear when this is over–”

“I can’t even move!” he bit back with as much venom as he could muster. But he wasn’t complaining about his one bit. Even if the sweat was dripping down his temples, and his face and neck was red.

Red from the heat, or the proximity of Sarada’s body, he didn’t know.

They had been in numerous sticky situations before, but this one was literal. They were stuck together. The small confines were pushing their bodies together, the slightest of movements causing them to inch closer, her arms brushing against his sides, skin moving against skin, his thigh coming in between her legs, her shaky breaths tickling his neck, her scent filling and intoxicating his system, and hot damn there were too many sensations going through Boruto’s body.

Sarada’s face was rested on the crook of his neck, with her arms held down to his sides. Boruto’s left arm was wound around the small of her back, while his right arm was next to her face, and wrapped around the back of her neck. If Sasuke were to open the door to that locker, he would have committed bloody murder at the expense of his best friend’s son.

They were lodged inside a locker and the door was locked from the outside.

This mission was supposed to be a piece of cake: help the Zoo Keeper move the animals from one cage to another. But when you mix an over enthusiastic Boruto, and the central control remote together, it was a recipe for disaster.

Sarada grit her teeth, and stubbornly fought back the heat rising to her cheeks. She hated this. She was mentally cursing Boruto’s troublemaking nature, and daddy issues. If he didn’t insult Hokage-sama in front of the Daimiyo, they wouldn’t have been assigned this D-Rank mission as punishment. And she wouldn’t have to feel his body heat and sweat mingle with hers as his scent and the feeling of his arms around her overwhelmed her entire being.

“You just had to open all the cages at the same time, didn’t you?” She inclined her head and glared at him.

He looked down to meet her gaze, their noses almost touching. “I didn’t know pressing the red button would do that!” he argued.

A glaring contest ensued.

Boruto was outraged and his body tensed. Sometimes he would do stupid things for the fun of it but even he wasn’t stupid enough to pull a stunt like this. He was hurt. He thought Sarada would know better.

She broke her glare and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “Fine, I believe you. Even you wouldn’t do something this stupid.”

He relaxed and released a short laugh. “Finally! You’re giving me the credit I deserve.”

“But we’re still stuck in here,” she deadpanned.

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes. “It was either I get us in here, or you get trampled on by those Zebras.

“I would choose to go toe-to-toe with that huge gorilla,” she snickered. “Test my strength, you know?”

“I pity the gorilla,” Boruto smirked. “He would lose to a five-foot-two gorilla.”

She scoffed and tried to lift her thigh to hit his side, but this just threw her off balance, causing her to fall into Boruto further. His back slid back a bit down the locker, his arms instinctively wrapping around her lithe body tightly, pulling Sarada’s body down with him.

Their lips met.

Wide sapphire eyes locked on with onyx ones. It happened so fast, but Boruto saw every emotion her expressive eyes conveyed.

Shock–her eyes were wide and alert.

Acceptance–her eyelids fell half way down.

Pleasure–she closed her eyes and gave in, delving deeper into his lips.

Boruto was on cloud-nine.

Mitsuki and his sensei stood a few feet away from the baggage locker. They had finished rounding up all the animals.

“Do you think we should let them out now?” Mitsuki asked. “They’ve been in there for nearly half an hour.”

“They finally kissed, Mitsuki!” Konohamaru beamed. “Let them have this.”

He smiled and nodded. “I always thought Boruto would kiss her first. And somewhere a little more… romantic. Not inside a locker.”

“I knew this would work,” the jonin grinned evilly.

He gave his sensei a questioning look.

Konohamaru slowly pulled a silver key out of his pocket, a sly and conniving smile plastered on his face. Slowly, he let out an evil laugh. “I wasn’t planning on letting them out until something happened.”

Mitsuki brought his hand up to his face. “I ship them too, sensei. But this is too much,” he sighed quietly.

fin.

A/N: First time writing a BoruSara kiss. These two are such awkward turtles but gosh. I just want to smush their faces together. Hihi.

You can read more of my stories here.

#borusara #boruto and sarada #sarada and boruto #boruto #boruto uzumaki #sarada #sarada uchiha #borusara fic #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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kawaiipsycho101srpblog · 7 years ago

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Righteous Side of Hell--Ch.1

(NOTE: I’ll only be posting the first few chapters of this fic, so if you want to read the rest, you’ll have to go to my main blog, my ff.net page, or my AO3 [all have the name KawaiiPsycho101]. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!)

1. That! That!

You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

It had taken a while, but with Ryuk’s assistance, I’d finally been able to track down the current owner of my notebook to a local mafia faction. The mere idea of these thugs possessing my Death Note, using it, defiling it, made me sick to my stomach.

“You’re all scum, ya know that?” I said to the oblivious men and women. “Worthless, life-sucking scum,” I could see the back of a head with silken blonde hair extending a graceful, well-toned arm. In its gloved-covered hand was my notebook.

A woman, huh? That’s actually rather impressive. Don’t see many godmothers these days.

“I look forward to murdering you all slowly and painfully,” I continued as I began to head towards her. “Your screams will bring me absolute pleasure, and only when you’ve begged for the sweet release of death will I holy shit, you’re a guy.”

Indeed, sitting before me on a tacky zebra-striped sofa was an attractive young man sporting a pair of tight leather pants with a matching vest. Dangling from the corner of his black-lipsticked mouth was a bar of chocolate that bobbed up and down with the movement of his jaw as he chewed, occasionally bumping against the wooden rosary around his neck. I glanced down and blinked at the most-likely loaded gun snugged securely in the front of his trousers. I looked up at his name and found the words Mihael Keehl floating above his head. Mihael was a boy’s name, last time I checked.

My notebook is in the hands of a blonde, leather-wearing, chocolate-munching, gun-toting, possibly-sociopathic, pretty boy?!

I slowly rubbed a hand down my face and sighed.

“Of course. Sure. Why the fuck not?”

After a few more seconds of staring at the oddity, I decided it was time to make contact.

He can’t see me until Snydar touches it. Guess I’ll have to wait...

A few seconds later...

Fuck this shit!

I plucked the notebook out of the blonde’s hands, giggling at the look of pure shock plastered on his face, and slapped it against Snydar’s cheek before dropping it in his lap.

“The...The notebook just flew.”

“Heh, it’s a notebook that kills people. Hell, nothing surprises me anymore,” said a fellow mobster named Dwhite Gordan, a beefcake who only wore a suit-jacket to hide his chest.

Nothing surprises you, eh? Just wait...

I watched as Snydar turned around and saw me, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

“Ha! You should see your face right now!”

“AAHHH!” He fell out of his seat and pointed at me. “Boss, who is this?! The guy in the freaky costume?! Who the Hell is he?! Who brought him here?!”

“You idiot, don’t you know a shinigami when you see one?”

“A shinigami?” He began to laugh hysterically.

“That’s right. Now if I were you, I’d have the others touch the notebook before the men in white come and take you to the Happy Home.” I pointed at the Death Note. “Go on.”

Snydar picked up the notebook with shaking hands and looked at me, then his cohorts.

“It says you can see it if you touch the notebook! Please, everyone touch it! I swear I’m not crazy!”

Everyone looked at Dwhite, and I realized that he must be their leader, which struck me as strange. I’d been almost certain that Mihael was the one in charge, seeing as he was the one lounging around like he owned the place and examining my notebook like it was a shiny new toy, plus the sense of leadership and authority that practically radiated from him.

Then again, he’s awfully young...Perhaps he’s a second-in-command...Still though, for someone so young to make it this far in the mafia...

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Dwhite gave an annoyed grunt.

“Fine, whatever. Come on guys, touch the notebook.”

Just as the first person’s hand was inches away from the book, I got a brilliant idea and quickly went through the wall closest to me.

“Well Jack, where is it?”

“It was right there, I swear! Just now!”

“Sure it was.” I heard a mumbled agreement from the other men in the room, figuring that by now they had all touched the notebook, and made my move, sliding through the wall as quickly as I’d left.

“WHAAAAZZZZZUUUUHHHP?”

The screams and gunshots that followed were music to my ears. I hadn’t laughed so hard in years. I was still trying to keep my sides from splitting by the time they calmed down.

“Jack’s right,” Dwhite muttered. “That ain’t no costume. That’s a real-life shinigami.”

“Damn straight,” I snickered.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing really, just my notebook.”

“Your notebook?”

“Yes, my notebook.”

“Why?”

“It’s complicated.”

“How do we know it’s yours?”

“Flip to the inside of the back cover and you’ll find a series of symbols scratched into the material of the lower right-hand corner. Those are my initials, which translated to the English alphabet, would be A.K.A.” The mobsters did as they were told and, sure enough, my initials were there.

“Okay, so it’s your notebook. Doesn’t mean we have to give it back to you.”

“Au contraire, my bald, muscular friend. You see, I don’t have long to live, and if I don’t write down some names in that Death Note soon, I will die. And if I die, that notebook will burst into flames. And if the Death Note is destroyed, you will all die in thirteen days.” The mobster’s faces all paled at my last sentence. If Ryuk hadn’t told me about the fake rules he’d written in my notebook, I wouldn’t have had my bargaining chip. “Tell you what, since I’m such a nice shinigami, I’ll make you a deal. Let me borrow the notebook for a little while so I can write some names down and expand my life-span, then I’ll give it right back as soon as I’m done with it, okay?”

As I spoke, I couldn’t help but notice that the blonde seemed unusually calm considering the situation he was in; not every day could someone talk to a shinigami. But his eyes never left my own, and I could practically see the gears in his head working at break-neck speed.

“How do we know you won’t just run away with the notebook? Or write all of our names down, and then run away?” My attention returned to the head mobster before me.

“A few reasons: one, the human has to willingly surrender the notebook in order for it to be returned to its original owner. Second, I can tell by looking at your lifespans that not that many of you have long to live, so why should I bother killing you if your deaths won’t be that much use to me? And thirdly, do I look like the kind of shinigami that would go back on its word?” I smirked under my scarf and held out my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll only need it for a few minutes, and I promise I’ll give it back.”

“But-”

“Just give it the notebook, Rod. I think it’s telling the truth.”

There was a brief silence before the mob boss spoke.

“Are you sure, Mello?”

Wait, WHAT?

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” Without another word he handed me my notebook, and I took it from him while doing my best to hide my sudden anxiety.

Did he say...? No...no, it can’t be...I must have misheard.

“Thank you.” I pulled a pen from my belt and flipped to a fresh page in the notebook. “Any preferences?”

“No, thanks. We already took care of that.”

“Ah. Excuse me.” I stepped past him and sat cross-legged on the floor facing a TV. It was a news show; an anchorwoman was posing before a camera with a lot of bystanders standing behind her. “Perfect.”

I picked my victims, and the causes and times of their deaths, at random, while throwing in some criminals for good measure, but not enough for the men watching me to notice. After a couple minutes, I’d written down enough names to last me for a very long time.

“There,” I slapped the notebook shut. “I should be set for the next couple hundred years or so.” I stood up and handed it back to Rod. “I told you I was a shinigami of my word.”

“Right...” he said uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong? Still put off by my appearance?” I cleared my throat and threw my voice around until it was a perfect imitation of his. “Or is it the voice? Does the way I talk upset you?”

The man’s eyes widened.

“How...how are you doing that?”

“It’s a quirk.” I grinned, knowing that my voice trick was putting everyone in a state of unease.

I’ll have these pigs in the palm of my hand in no time.

“Umm...Could you please,” mumbled one of the other mobsters. “Not do that?”

“Well, since you asked nicely...” I reverted back to my normal way of speaking. “Sure.”

“Shinigami.” I looked at the blonde on the couch, and was surprised to find that he was still remarkably composed. The way he looked at me...It felt like he was sizing me up, figuring out various ways I could be of use to him, and then when and how to dispose of me once he was through. This was a man used to getting what he wanted, and anyone who got in his way would most assuredly wind up with a bullet lodged into their skull. Normally I despised people like this, and frankly, he was no exception; and yet, the more I studied him, I realized that unlike other pompous brats, he had the skill to back up his bravado. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to respect him.

Maybe...there’s a chance it might be him...But I have to be certain.

“Yes?”

“What’s your name?”

“You can call me A for now.” I noticed how his brow twitched ever so slightly, as if maybe I’d struck a nerve. “Or ‘Shinigami’, or whatever. I don’t really care.”

“Then tell me...A,” he asked, taking a bite of his chocolate. “Is there anything else we need to know about the Death Note? Any other rules or limitations to who we can kill?”

I got an idea and smirked.

“There are, but I don’t like giving things away without getting something in return. So, how about another deal?”

“What do you want?”

“That.” I pointed to his chocolate. “Give me some of that, and I’ll answer any questions you have with the utmost sincerity. No lies, no tricks.”

“Done.” He grabbed another chocolate bar off of a table next to him and tossed it to me, which I easily caught. I carefully unwrapped it, the smell instantly making my mouth water. I lowered my scarf and heard quiet mutterings from the others as they saw my razor-sharp teeth. As I bit into the sweetness, letting the taste melt into my tongue, my eyes rolled back into my head and I felt my knees buckle a little. A low moan escaped the back of my throat as I savored every single bite.

Oh, sweet motherfucking Christ, yes.

As I finished it off, I placed my palms together and closed my eyes for a brief second in an almost-reflexive sign of thanks. I didn’t really notice I was doing it until I’d opened my eyes again.

Huh...that’s odd.

I quickly put the thought out of my mind and positioned my scarf back over my mouth with a grin.

“The thirteen-day rule is totally bogus. Also, if I die, the notebook will not be affected; the same would also apply to me if the notebook is destroyed.”

“You mean those rules are fake?!” Rod cried.

“That’s what I said.”

“So earlier,” one of the mobsters grumbled. “When you wanted to borrow the notebook, you were-”

“Playing you for a bunch of chumps? Yes, yes I was.”

“But why? Why would you put in fake rules?” The blonde’s gaze narrowed.

“I didn’t, someone else did.”

“Who?”

“No idea,” I lied. “Most likely another shinigami. Probably did it to mess with a human. Ya know, shits and giggles. Oh, and you’ll probably want to know about the eye-trade.”

“Eye-trade?”

“A shinigami’s eyes can see a person’s real name and lifespan above their heads. In exchange for half of the current owner’s remaining lifespan, I can give him those eyes. And speaking of names, would you mind telling me how to pronounce yours?” His cerulean eyes narrowed as I squinted at the floating letters above his head. “I can read it, but I can’t figure out how you’re supposed to say it. Is it-?”

“That’s enough!” His outburst almost made me flinch. “I go by Mello, understand? Nothing else.”

Ho. Ly. Shit. It is him. It has to be!

“Alright, alright,” I raised my hands in a position of mock-surrender. “No need to get snippy.”

Mello quickly cooled down and resumed his leisurely position on the couch, his body practically draped over the cushions like a model about to be drawn nude.

“Are you serious about this eye-trade?”

“Quite. But I can only make the deal with the current owner of my Death Note,” I turned to Snydar. “That would be you.”

“Make the deal, Jack,” Rod ordered.

“Wh-what?!”

“You heard me. Make the deal for the shinigami eyes.”

“But I’ll lose half of-” It was at this point Snydar noticed the way Rod was reaching into his jacket. “Ya know, on second thought, I’d like to make to the eye-trade.”

“Atta boy.”

“So, uh...” Snydar looked at me. “How does this...umm, happen? What are you going to do?”

“Just close your eyes and hold very still.” He did as instructed and I gently placed my hand on top of his head. “Now, I’ve never done this before, so it may take a few tries,” I didn’t know whether to mock or pity the man as he started to tremble. “But it shouldn’t hurt a bit.” I focused for a second and felt a strange tingling in the hand that was on Snydar’s head which quickly shot up my arm and dissipated. “Annnnnd done. You can open your eyes now.” He did so, revealing bright red irises which quickly faded back to his natural eye color. “Congratulations, you are now that much closer to death.”

And I’m that much closer to getting my Death Note back...

“What do you see?” Mello asked.

“Names...” Snydar whispered. “And numbers. Are those their lifespans?”

“Yeah, but they’re done in the numeral language of the shinigami. To translate it to human calculations, you’d need a calculator and a great deal of time, depending on how precise you’d want it to be.”

“Excellent.” Rod thumped Snydar on the back. “Now we’re in business.”

“Thank you, A.” Mello smiled. “You have been very helpful.”

I felt something stir deep inside of me. A quiver just below my stomach that sent tingles up my spine and made my lower extremities throb ever so slightly. The sensation was new, yet faintly familiar. I almost gagged when I realized what it was.

Oh no, nope, nuh-unh, don’t even think about it, don’t you dare feel attracted to him ah shit, too late.

“No problem.” The inside of my mouth felt like sandpaper. “Any other questions?”

“I think we’re good for now.” His smile disappeared, as did the sickening feeling, and I inwardly sighed with relief. “We’ll let you know if we have any more questions, but for now, you can keep watch outside.”

“Excuse me?” I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just heard.

“It’ll be very convenient for us that you can’t be seen by humans. Go outside and keep watch, got it?”

In another time, I would have pissed my pants and ran at the look he gave me then. It was goddamn creepy. But I had changed since then, and had grown used to these kinds of gazes. If anything, I thought it was extremely humorous.

“Heh...heheheh...” His left eye twitched in surprise as my giggles turned into guffaws of laughter. Everyone stared, bewildered, as my voice rose and fell, cracking in its insane cackles.

“What’s so funny?” Mello asked, irked.

“You are!” I chuckled. “You are without a doubt the strangest human being I have ever encountered! Your appearance! Your intelligence! Your chocolate and leather fetishes! And now you’re givin’ me friggin’ orders! Me! A goddamned shinigami! A being that has every single person in this room terrified except for you! The whole thing just strikes me as hilarious!”

I continued to laugh maniacally as the blonde glared at me with the icy daggers that were his eyes. Eventually, I began to calm down.

“Finished?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’ll give you this though, you’re probably also the bravest human I’ve seen; it takes some serious guts to boss around a death god.”

There was a brief pause as my words sunk in. I had a feeling I had said what everyone else had once thought at one point or another. Mello was a very strange person. Brilliant yes, but strange...and maybe a bit psychotic, but hey, I wasn’t one to judge.

“So, are you going to keep watch, or not?”

My lips clenched into a scowl as my good humor immediately dissolved.

“Okay, let’s make something explicitly, perfectly clear here.” I took a few steps toward him. “The only reason I’m here is because shinigami law requires me to be. That does not make me your servant, alright? You do not get to order me around like one of these shit-for-brains asshats.” I motioned to the group of men surrounding us, stopping once I was right in front of him. He hadn’t moved an inch, his face only expressing the slightest hint of emotion. It was really starting to tick me off. “So, do we have an understanding?”

There was a tense silence, the people in the room waiting with bated breath for Mello’s response, until...

“Do it, and I’ll give you more chocolate.”

-snap!-

Before I knew what I was doing, I’d grabbed the blonde by the throat and yanked him to his feet. He audibly gasped in surprise and pain as I slammed his back against the wall above the couch. I found it immensely pleasing.

“Listen well, Pretty Boy, because I’m only going to say this once,” I leaned in close until we were perfectly eye-level. “Don’t fuck with me. Fuck with me, and you’ll regret it. You have my word on that.”

I dropped him back on the sofa-cushions and he glared up at me with hate-filled eyes.

“You...you...” He was so angry, he couldn’t think of anything to say. I knew that feeling well.

“Maybe when you’re ready to treat with me some respect, we can try this again.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, tightening my grip when he tried to shake it off, and leaned in again, hissing into his ear. “Your tricks won’t work on me. I’ve been dealing with your type for a long time now. I’m used to it.”

My type?” Mello whispered, caught off-guard again as I released his shoulder and stood up.

“Anyway, if you have any more questions regarding the Death Note, just give me a holler. Later.”

Black, feathery wings popped out of my back, and I flew up and out of the hideout so fast that Mello’s enraged shouts just barely reached my ears as faint whispers. I smiled in content as I settled on a high tree-branch, but it didn’t last long as I began to think about the recklessness of my past actions, and the young man whom was currently handling my notebook.

Hmm...Short-tempered, calculating, a bit on the arrogant side, chocolate addiction, late teens...There’s no doubt about it...It’s the Mello he told me about...

I held up my left arm and pulled down the shirt-sleeve, revealing a single letter carved into the flesh of my wrist and a list of names beneath it. Using the sharp tip of my pen, I began to add the names of the people I’d sentenced to death just a few minutes prior. I hoped that the familiar pain would be enough to distract me from my rapidly growing feeling of dread.

This might change things...

Alternate title for this chapter: HEYKIDSWANNASEEADEADBODY?

And before you ask, yes, Mello wearing black lipstick is totally canon. Don’t believe me? Look it up. Fabulous, no?

#death note #fanfiction #my work #Righteous Side of Hell #AKA

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Righteous Side of Hell--Ch. 1

1. That! That!

You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

“You’re all scum, ya know that?” I said to the oblivious men and women. “Worthless, life-sucking scum.” I could see the back of a head with silken blonde hair extending a graceful, well-toned arm. In its gloved-covered hand was my notebook.

A woman, huh? That’s actually rather impressive. Don’t see many godmothers these days.

My notebook is in the hands of a blonde, leather-wearing, chocolate-munching, gun-toting, possibly-sociopathic, pretty boy?!

I slowly rubbed a hand down my face and sighed.

“Of course. Sure. Why the fuck not?”

After a few more seconds of staring at the oddity, I decided it was time to make contact.

He can’t see me until Snydar touches it. Guess I’ll have to wait…

A few seconds later…

Fuck this shit!

I plucked the notebook out of the blonde’s hands, giggling at the look of pure shock plastered on his face, and slapped it against Snydar’s cheek before dropping it in his lap.

“The…The notebook just flew.”

“Heh, it’s a notebook that kills people. Hell, nothing surprises me anymore,” said a fellow mobster named Dwhite Gordan, a beefcake who only wore a suit-jacket to hide his chest.

Nothing surprises you, eh? Just wait…

I watched as Snydar turned around and saw me, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

“Ha! You should see your face right now!”

“AAHHH!” He fell out of his seat and pointed at me. “Boss, who is this?! The guy in the freaky costume?! Who the Hell is he?! Who brought him here?!”

“You idiot, don’t you know a shinigami when you see one?”

“A shinigami?” He began to laugh hysterically.

“That’s right. Now if I were you, I’d have the others touch the notebook before the men in white come and take you to the Happy Home.” I pointed at the Death Note. “Go on.”

Snydar picked up the notebook with shaking hands and looked at me, then his cohorts.

“It says you can see it if you touch the notebook! Please, everyone touch it! I swear I’m not crazy!”

Then again, he’s awfully young…Perhaps he’s a second-in-command...Still though, for someone so young to make it this far in the mafia…

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Dwhite gave an annoyed grunt.

“Fine, whatever. Come on guys, touch the notebook.”

Just as the first person’s hand was inches away from the book, I got a brilliant idea and quickly went through the wall closest to me.

“Well Jack, where is it?”

“It was right there, I swear! Just now!”

“WHAAAAZZZZZUUUUHHHP?”

The screams and gunshots that followed were music to my ears. I hadn’t laughed so hard in years. I was still trying to keep my sides from splitting by the time they calmed down.

“Jack’s right,” Dwhite muttered. “That ain’t no costume. That’s a real-life shinigami.”

“Damn straight,” I snickered.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing really, just my notebook.”

“Your notebook?”

“Yes, my notebook.”

“Why?”

“It’s complicated.”

“How do we know it’s yours?”

“Okay, so it’s your notebook. Doesn’t mean we have to give it back to you.”

“How do we know you won’t just run away with the notebook? Or write all of our names down, and then run away?” My attention returned to the head mobster before me.

“But-”

“Just give it the notebook, Rod. I think it’s telling the truth.”

There was a brief silence before the mob boss spoke.

“Are you sure, Mello?”

Wait, WHAT?

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” Without another word he handed me my notebook, and I took it from him while doing my best to hide my sudden anxiety.

Did he say…? No…no, it can’t be…I must have misheard.

“Thank you.” I pulled a pen from my belt and flipped to a fresh page in the notebook. “Any preferences?”

“No, thanks. We already took care of that.”

“There,” I slapped the notebook shut. “I should be set for the next couple hundred years or so.” I stood up and handed it back to Rod. “I told you I was a shinigami of my word.”

“Right…” he said uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong? Still put off by my appearance?” I cleared my throat and threw my voice around until it was a perfect imitation of his. “Or is it the voice? Does the way I talk upset you?”

The man’s eyes widened.

“How…how are you doing that?”

“It’s a quirk.” I grinned, knowing that my voice trick was putting everyone in a state of unease.

I’ll have these pigs in the palm of my hand in no time.

“Umm…Could you please,” mumbled one of the other mobsters. “Not do that?”

“Well, since you asked nicely…” I reverted back to my normal way of speaking. “Sure.”

“Shinigami.” I looked at the blonde on the couch, and was surprised to find that he was still remarkably composed. The way he looked at me…It felt like he was sizing me up, figuring out various ways I could be of use to him, and then when and how to dispose of me once he was through. This was a man used to getting what he wanted, and anyone who got in his way would most assuredly wind up with a bullet lodged into their skull. Normally I despised people like this, and frankly, he was no exception; and yet, the more I studied him, I realized that unlike other pompous brats, he had the skill to back up his bravado. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to respect him.

Maybe…there’s a chance it might be him…But I have to be certain.

“Yes?”

“What’s your name?”

“You can call me A for now.” I noticed how his brow twitched ever so slightly, as if maybe I’d struck a nerve. “Or ‘Shinigami’, or whatever. I don’t really care.”

“Then tell me…A,” he asked, taking a bite of his chocolate. “Is there anything else we need to know about the Death Note? Any other rules or limitations to who we can kill?”

I got an idea and smirked.

“There are, but I don’t like giving things away without getting something in return. So, how about another deal?”

“What do you want?”

“That.” I pointed to his chocolate. “Give me some of that, and I’ll answer any questions you have with the utmost sincerity. No lies, no tricks.”

Oh, sweet motherfucking Christ, yes.

As I finished it off, I placed my palms together and closed my eyes for a brief second in an almost-reflexive sign of thanks. I didn’t really notice I was doing it until I’d opened my eyes again.

Huh…that’s odd.

I quickly put the thought out of my mind and positioned my scarf back over my mouth with a grin.

“The thirteen-day rule is totally bogus. Also, if I die, the notebook will not be affected; the same would also apply to me if the notebook is destroyed.”

“You mean those rules are fake?!” Rod cried.

“That’s what I said.”

“So earlier,” one of the mobsters grumbled. “When you wanted to borrow the notebook, you were-”

“Playing you for a bunch of chumps? Yes, yes I was.”

“But why? Why would you put in fake rules?” The blonde’s gaze narrowed.

“I didn’t, someone else did.”

“Who?”

“No idea,” I lied. “Most likely another shinigami. Probably did it to mess with a human. Ya know, shits and giggles. Oh, and you’ll probably want to know about the eye-trade.”

“Eye-trade?”

“That’s enough!” His outburst almost made me flinch. “I go by Mello, understand? Nothing else.”

Ho. Ly. Shit. It is him. It has to be!

“Alright, alright,” I raised my hands in a position of mock-surrender. “No need to get snippy.”

Mello quickly cooled down and resumed his leisurely position on the couch, his body practically draped over the cushions like a model about to be drawn nude.

“Are you serious about this eye-trade?”

“Quite. But I can only make the deal with the current owner of my Death Note,” I turned to Snydar. “That would be you.”

“Make the deal, Jack,” Rod ordered.

“Wh-what?!”

“You heard me. Make the deal for the shinigami eyes.”

“But I’ll lose half of-” It was at this point Snydar noticed the way Rod was reaching into his jacket. “Ya know, on second thought, I’d like to make to the eye-trade.”

“Atta boy.”

“So, uh…” Snydar looked at me. “How does this…umm, happen? What are you going to do?”

And I’m that much closer to getting my Death Note back…

“What do you see?” Mello asked.

“Names…” Snydar whispered. “And numbers. Are those their lifespans?”

“Excellent.” Rod thumped Snydar on the back. “Now we’re in business.”

“Thank you, A.” Mello smiled. “You have been very helpful.”

Oh no, nope, nuh-unh, don’t even think about it, don’t you dare feel attracted to him ah shit, too late.

“No problem.” The inside of my mouth felt like sandpaper. “Any other questions?”

“Excuse me?” I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just heard.

“It’ll be very convenient for us that you can’t be seen by humans. Go outside and keep watch, got it?”

“Heh…heheheh…” His left eye twitched in surprise as my giggles turned into guffaws of laughter. Everyone stared, bewildered, as my voice rose and fell, cracking in its insane cackles.

“What’s so funny?” Mello asked, irked.

I continued to laugh maniacally as the blonde glared at me with the icy daggers that were his eyes. Eventually, I began to calm down.

“Finished?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’ll give you this though, you’re probably also the bravest human I’ve seen; it takes some serious guts to boss around a death god.”

There was a brief pause as my words sunk in. I had a feeling I had said what everyone else had once thought at one point or another. Mello was a very strange person. Brilliant yes, but strange…and maybe a bit psychotic, but hey, I wasn’t one to judge.

“So, are you going to keep watch, or not?”

My lips clenched into a scowl as my good humor immediately dissolved.

There was a tense silence, the people in the room waiting with bated breath for Mello’s response, until…

“Do it, and I’ll give you more chocolate.”

-snap!-

I dropped him back on the sofa-cushions and he glared up at me with hate-filled eyes.

“You...you…” He was so angry, he couldn’t think of anything to say. I knew that feeling well.

“My type?” Mello whispered, caught off-guard again as I released his shoulder and stood up.

“Anyway, if you have any more questions regarding the Death Note, just give me a holler. Later.”

Hmm…Short-tempered, calculating, a bit on the arrogant side, chocolate addiction, late teens…There’s no doubt about it…It’s the Mello he told me about…

This might change things…

Alternate title for this chapter: HEYKIDSWANNASEEADEADBODY?

And before you ask, yes, Mello wearing black lipstick is totally canon. Don’t believe me? Look it up. Fabulous, no?

#death note #fanfiction #my work #righteous side of hell

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