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The D scenario was way too sad, author, I'm begging for you to make it up for our sad rockstar cowboy/cowgirl đđș
hereâs the pt. 1 of this.
the phone call ended with a terrible finality. the sound of Dâs voice cutting off mid-sentence felt like a door slamming shut, loud and unmistakable.
you stood in your new york city apartment, one hand still gripping the phone, the other clenched at your side. your heart was racing, every beat a thud of regret, anger, and guilt. the city hummed outside your window, a discordant symphony of car horns and distant chatter, but you barely noticed it. all you could hear was Dâs voice echoing in your head, sharp and raw: âiâm here, waiting by the damn phone every night like someâsome patheticââ
you ran a hand through your hair, pulling at the roots as you began pacing back and forth across the narrow strip of space between the kitchenette and the window. the floorboards creaked under your weight, an old buildingâs way of reminding you it was there, but it couldnât anchor you.
âwhat is wrong with me?â you muttered, your voice harsh in the quiet room.
your anger had already started to unravel, leaving only the jagged edges of shame. you replayed the conversation in your head, your own voice rising, defensive and cold. and then Dâs, breaking apart in places they hadnât meant to let you hear.
D wasnât needy. not really. at least not to you. they were just... D. passionate, fiery, always a little too much and never quite enough, all at the same time. and youâyou were a mess in your own way, carrying your ambitions like armor and forgetting, sometimes, to reach out from behind it.
you slumped onto the couch, your elbows on your knees, your head in your hands. this wasnât who you wanted to be. this wasnât the kind of partner you wanted to be.
after what felt like hours, you finally sat back, exhaling shakily. the truth was as clear as it was painful: youâd both been wrong. neither of you was handling this well. the distance, the texts, the callsâit was a pressure cooker, and tonight it had finally boiled over.
but you loved D. that thought settled over you like a weight and a balm all at once. you loved them, and love meant showing up, not just when it was convenient, but especially when it wasnât.
you grabbed your phone, fingers flying over the screen as you pulled up flight options. austin. friday night. it wasnât exactly cheap, but money wasnât an issue. you booked the ticket before you could overthink it, the confirmation email lighting up your inbox a second later.
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the week passed in a haze of classes and half-hearted meals. every time your phone buzzed, your stomach twisted, but the messages were always mundane. updates from classmates, a sale alert from your favorite store. nothing from D.
by the time friday rolled around, you were vibrating with nerves. your luggage was packed and sitting by the door. you made sure your phone was fully charged, and set your alarm two hours earlier than necessary. you checked on your luggage three times before finally locking it and hauling it out of the apartment.
the subway station was crowded, the air thick with the smell of metal and sweat. you stood with one hand on your phone, your other clutching your bag, eyes darting to the mytransit nyc app and the digital displays above to make sure you donât miss the subway leaving for the airport. five more minutes to go.
and then you saw them.
at first, it didnât register. just another figure in the sea of commuters near the turnstiles, fumbling with a yellow metrocard at the machine. but then they turned, and your heart stopped.
D.
they looked different here, out-of-place but somehow not. the edges of their leather jacket were fraying, and their doc martens were scuffed, a sharp contrast to the polished shoes and sleek coats of the people bustling around them. but their eyesâthose stormy gray eyes you could pick out in a crowd of thousandsâwere unmistakable.
D saw you at the same moment.
for a second, neither of you moved. the station swirled around you, a blur of noise and movement, but it might as well have been silent.
then, like magnets, you were drawn together. you barely registered your feet moving, barely noticed the way people swerved to avoid you. and then you were there, your arms around D, their arms around you, and it was everything.
the kiss was messy, desperate, and entirely too public. you could feel Dâs hands shaking where they gripped your shoulders, could taste the salt of what might have been tears.
when you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, you were both laughing breathlessly.
âw-what are you doing here?â you asked, the words tumbling out between shaky breaths.
D gave a sheepish smile, one hand rubbing at the back of their neck.
âi was coming to see you. i couldnâtââ their voice caught, and they shook their head, trying again. âi couldnât stand it. i couldnât stand being apart anymore.â
âi was on my way to the airport,â you said, still holding onto them like they might vanish if you let go. âi booked a flight to austin. i was coming to apologize. to fix this.â
Dâs arms tightened around you, their eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your chest ache.
âyou donât need to apologize,â they said, their voice low and rough. âiâm the one who... god, iâve been a mess without you. i keep overthinking everything, and then i get scared, and then i justââ they broke off, exhaling shakily. âi love you so much, and iâm sorry. for all of it.â
âi love you and iâm sorry too,â you said, reaching up to cup their face. their skin was warm under your palms and the familiar scent of expensive marlboros, leather and cinnamon made your head spin pleasantly. âi shouldâve called more. i shouldâveââ
âstop,â D interrupted, shaking their head. âweâre both idiots. letâs just agree on that and call it even.â
you laughed, a wet, shaky laugh that felt more like relief than humor. âdeal.â
a few people were giving you strange looks as they looked over you two, but you both ignored them. one older woman smiled as she passed, muttering something about young love.
you took Dâs hand, threading your fingers through theirs.
âcome on,â you said, a grin breaking through the tears. âi canât wait to show you around the city.â
D huffed a laugh. âdonât know if iâm gonna like it too much,â they said, but their eyes were soft, and their grip on your hand was firm.
âyouâll like it,â you promised. âiâll make sure of it.â
D glanced at you, their gray eyes soft and full of something that made your chest feel too small.
âmaybe,â they said. âbut even if i donât... iâve already found you here, that alone makes the city tolerable in my book.â
#D never beating the clingy simp allegations when theyâre dating MC#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: d diaconu#ro scenarios
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This is my first fic, this will be a lengthy, slow burn kind of series if all goes well. Iâve had this story idea for quite some time and Iâm very nervous to finally post it! I also donât know what Iâm doing with Tumblr, so bear with me! Please be kind âșïž Iâm looking forward to writing this series. 18+ only, minors do NOT interact.
Third Wheel
Series Summary: After a terrible break up with your boyfriend of 5 years, you plan a long visit to Cincinnati to visit your cousin JaâMarr. This was meant to be a time to catch up and make up for lost time, but no one could predict youâd fall in love with his long time friend and teammate.
Chapter Summary: You arrive in Ohio for the first time, excited and anxious for everything to come.
Series Warnings: Angst, mentions of anxiety, mentions of cheating, fluff, smut, alcohol, weed (thatâs all I can think of right now!)
Chapter Warnings: Angst and anxiety
Prologue
You could barely contain your excitement when your oversized luggage hit the ground after picking it up from the airport turnstile. You rolled your bag away in a hurry, weary of the time as your cousin had been waiting at the arrivals area for quite some time after your delayed flight. You took a deep breath, walking swiftly through the very busy airport on this cloudy Saturday morning. It was March in the midwest, and while it wasnât the coldestâ the warm, sunny weather hadnât come to stay just yet. You were dressed in yoga pants with your cozy tan Uggs, and an olive green oversized hoodie. Your curly hair was in a messy bun, allowing your best facial features to be highlighted on display.
You stopped in your tracks to pull your phone out of your pocket, quickly opening your messaging app to text, âJust got my bag! Where are you?!â You headed to the nearest exit, stepping out of the door. You looked from left to right at all of the cars that were lined up in the arrivals area, none of the vehicles striking familiarity to you. âHey, over here Kenz!â You jogged your way over to your cousin JaâMarr, slightly surprised at how much he had changed since you last saw him. âOh my god, Marr!!!â You embraced each other in a tight hug, both of you taken by surprise at how much the other has changed physically. JaâMarr was your first cousin on your momâs side, and you grew up extremely close, as you both were the only child. Although you both had many blatant differences, especially with you being from a mixed family, you and JaâMarr always saw eye to eye and were two teas in a pod. JaâMarr was a couple of years younger than you, but he always acted like a big brother to you. However, life got in the way and as you went off to college, you barely had the time to see each other anymore. Weekly visits turned into monthly visits, monthly visits turned into yearly visits around the holidays. With each of you on your own paths, it was hard not get swept away by all life had to offer. JaâMarr grabbed your luggage and loaded it into the open trunk of his luxury car. âWow, things sure have changed huh? Youâve come a long way from that old beat up Nissan!â You giggled and closed the trunk of the car, making your way to the passengerâs side and hopping in the front seat of the car. âAye, that Nissan got us where we needed to go! I didnât hear you complaining back then.â JaâMarr said as he got into the car, closing his door and lowering the volume on the radio so he could hear you better. âI miss those days so much, we had so many good memories in that carâ. You put your sunglasses on and buckled your seat belt, the anxiety creeping in on the future that was to come.
This was your first time in Ohio, so everything was fresh and new to you. You were born and raised in Louisiana, and while you had traveled somewhat, Ohio was never exactly on your radar to visit until now. You were in desperate need of a change, still processing a break up that happened 8 months prior with someone you thought was the love of your life. It felt like the 5 years you spent with your ex was thrown out of the window in a matter of a few seconds. You sighed and tucked a few stray curls behind your ear, JaâMarr instantly noticing the tension within you. âYou good, Kenz?â He briefly looked to his right at you before turning back to look at the busy road ahead. âIâm goodâŠâ you intently paused while thinking whether or not you wanted to open up the emotional baggage that you had been storing away for months. âWe may not hang out as much as we used to, but I can tell when youâre lying a mile away. Whatâs up?â JaâMarr hit the off button on the radio, completely encasing the car in utter silence while he waited for you to open up. âI donât knowâŠI had this whole idea of how life would be for me at this point. Iâm almost 27, I thought Iâd be married and on my way to having kids. Now Iâm practically moving in with my cousin, in a completely new state. It almost feels like Iâm starting over, and itâs terrifying.â JaâMarr heard from your parents how tough the break up had been for you, and how isolated it had caused you to become from the rest of your family and friends. You had always been close to your parents, but when you shut them out, they couldnât help but continuously recommend a change of scenery for you. They had been in constant contact with JaâMarr for months discussing you, JaâMarr not thinking twice when your mother recommended you come for a visit. JaâMarr insisted that you stay for a while since it had been quite some time since you two had one on one time together. JaâMarr was finally at a place in his career where he felt secure with little to no distractions, and you working remotely allowed you to be anywhere at any time, so it was kind of perfect.
You were lost in your thoughts, instantly triggered by the conversation and recalling your conversation with your parents. âMackenzie, you know we love you but we are seriously worried about you. I havenât seen you hang out with any of your friends in months. Not even Jade, you guys are usually attached to the hip.â Jade was your high school best friend, the two of you would go off to college together at Tulane University and remain inseparable, at least until recently. âI told you dad, I DONâT want to talk about Jade. Her and I are no longer friends, now pleaseâdrop it.â You shot a look at both your mom and dad, grabbing the keys to your car and slamming the door on your way out of your childhood home.
Your cousin chimed in, pulling you out of your thoughts, âKenzie, you need to stop being so hard on yourself. You canât predict the future and you sure as hell canât predict some bitch ass dude betraying you. I hate that I get the feeling you blame yourself for what happened.â JaâMarr was right, you definitely took partial blame for the betrayal. But even with you taking partial blame, it was still almost impossible to talk about. You had been working with a therapist since college, and that was the only person who knew the full scenario with you and your ex. Even then, it took you months to be able to even discuss the smallest details of what went down. âI honestly just want to put it all behind me. This is a chance for a fresh new start for me, and I want everyone to stop pressing me about what happened. Iâm not going backwards here.â You shot an irritated look at him, but he took that as a clue to drop the subject, willing to do anything to make you feel comfortable on your first day in town. âI get it, anyway Iâm just happy youâre here. We have a few months before I have to get back to work, so that leaves us time to do anything you want. Just let me know what you have in mind.â He grabbed his sunglasses from the center console and put them on as you gave him a slight smile. âThanks again for inviting me to stay with you, I know Iâm impeding on your bachelor pad.â You chuckled, thinking of how awkward things could get if he decided to bring a date to his house while you were there. âYou know, that hadnât even crossed my mind. I think Iâm just excited to have my cousin around, you know youâve always been like a sister to me. Whatâs mine is yours!â You couldnât help but feel the excitement creep back in, as you imagined all of the opportunities this time in a new state could bring. You were also excited to reconnect with JaâMarr and hear all of the things youâve missed out on in his life.
He turned up the radio, both of you singing along to songs on his playlist as you made your way to his house in the quaint and gated neighborhood. After what seemed like the longest drive after all your back and forth thoughts and emotions, you pulled into the driveway, your eyes going wide at the beautiful home in front of you. âWowâŠI knew things were different for you, but I didn't know you had it like that!â You said sarcastically, freeing yourself from the seatbelt and quickly hoping out of the car while JaâMarr followed suit. âIâve done alright for myself, if I do say so.â The trunk opened and he grabbed your luggage, grimacing and giving you a puzzling look. âWhat the hell did you pack in here anyway?!â You tilted your head toward him responding, âOh thatâs nothing. This is just to get me started, my parents are sending the rest of my things in the next few weeks!â You shut the trunk behind him, following behind as he led you up to the front door. âYou canât be serious, remind me what Iâve gotten myself into againâ He laughed, punching in the security code to his keyless entry. You both entered the large home, you being instantly stunned by how clean it was, considering he didnât used to be the neatest person you knew. There were pictures of him in college with his friends and teammates, scattered along the hallway wall. As you stepped further in, he rolled your bag along the hallway, stopping once reaching the back of the home. âIâll put your bag in here. This was going to be the guest room, but Iâve never had use for it, so itâs yours now.â You quietly stepped into the spacious room, making note of the king sized bed with plenty of pillows. There was a large window which allowed for a ton of natural sunlight, and plenty of fresh plants. You noticed the suite also had itâs own bathroom, equipped with both a walk in shower and large bath tub. When you walked further in, you spotted the closet in the back corner, âHoly shit, is this JUST the closet?!â Your eyes went wide and you immediately flicked the light switch on, spotting several shelves to put your things, and plenty of space to hang your clothes. You were in utter shock, and you felt way out of your element. While you didnât grow up poor, you werenât exactly well off either. All you could think about was how you wouldnât have nearly enough things to fill up all of the space on the shelves. The situation began to feel overwhelming again, and you couldnât help but have second thoughts of whether or not you made the right choice in coming here. There was also no discussion of exactly how long youâd stay, so this lingered in your mind as you stepped out of the closet. JaâMarr stood to the side, allowing you time to take everything in and get acquainted. He noticed you suddenly went quiet, the excitement in your face replaced by weariness. âHey, JaâMarrâŠhow lonââ He quickly cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. âYou can stay as long as you want, you know that.â He gave a slight smile at the look of relief on your face when he gave you an answer. Even though you guys werenât as close as you were when you were growing up, he could still read your mind and know when something was off. âI canât thank you enough. If you feel like Iâm overstaying my welcome or getting in your way, please just tell me and Iâm on the first flight back home!â You said, sitting on the plush and comfy bed. âPlease, Kenzie. Iâm glad to have you, itâll be nice to have someone here to keep me company. Seriously. Iâm used to being here by myself all the time that it can get lonely.â He gave a smile of reassurance and walked toward the doorway, âIâll give you some time to get comfortable, know you had a long night of traveling. Just yell if you need anything.â You smiled back and replied, âThanks, Iâm definitely taking a nap once I unpack.â You said as he stepped out of the room, giving you some space. You sighed deeply and laid back amongst the bed and pillows. You could not wait to see where this new adventure would take you.
Hope you all enjoyed! Iâll get the next part up within the next week hopefully đ
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Another great peaking material:
Biden's non-binary nuclear official Sam Brinton is arrested as a 'fugitive of justice' - six months after being fired for stealing women's clothes at multiple airports
The former Biden administration nuclear energy official Sam Brinton has been arrested as a 'fugitive of justice', six months after being fired for stealing women's clothes in airports.
Brinton was picked up at home in Maryland. The non-binary, drag-queen was fired after admitting to taking a stranger's suitcase from the luggage carousel during a work trip.
The Biden administration had proudly announced Brinton's hiring, one of the first non-binary, LGBTQ hires in government.
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For the luggage thing:
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Brinton, who attracted attention as one of the federal government's first non-binary officials, was first charged last month for nabbing a womanâs suitcase from the baggage carousel at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport in September. They initially denied taking the bagâwhich was reportedly worth more than $2,500âbut later said they had grabbed it by mistake.
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Then last week a second set of charges were filed in Las Vegas for Brintonâwith police sharing surveillance footage of them leaving the Harry Reid International Airport with another woman's bagâthis one worth an estimated $3,670, according to court documents.
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The court documents said an officer with the Las Vegas Metropolitan department viewed video footage showing Briton looking around suspiciouslyâplacing the bag back on the luggage turnstile before snagging it a second time as it came around.
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Not his first offense of that kind since
Female fashion designer alleges Sam Brinton wore her clothing that disappeared from airport in 2018
Tanzanian fashion designer Asya Khamsin tells Fox News Digital: 'He wore my clothes which was stolen'
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okay. after doing some breathing exercises for ten minutes, i can now tweak out whilst breathing. stay tuned.
this is me right now.
i just want to start off by saying that this is one of, if not THE, most beautifully written pieces of works i have ever read.
starting off with the beginning, with the softness of the airport and the plane ride. can i just say, what the fuck
âLet us take care of you, yeah?â Jay interrupts, numbing his shoulder into yours. âYouâve been running all over Europe these past four years and weâve only seen you a handful of times. You deserve to relax on this trip.â
i'm not kidding when i say that jay had me giggling and crying. i know this is hee's story, BUT THE WAY YOU WROTE ALL THE MEMBERS?? THE SOFTNESS OF THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH YN????? i can't handle it. i quite literally almost died multiple times. wdym jake fell asleep on my shoulder??? sunghoon taking my luggage?? ENOUGH.
the entire part about sitting next to heeseung on the plane had me throwing up and gnawing on my fist. i was doing laps, holding in my pee. i'm still holding in my pee.
âYouâre not asking.â He says it with a smile and it makes you cower into yourself. âYou should move to your new seat so we donât hold up the line.â Heeseung suggests it in a way that is reminiscent of the days where heâd give up his sweet treats because you wanted a taste. It tugs at your heartstrings but you donât have time to think about that when you notice how the plane is starting to fill up.
OKAY????? so you hate me. so heeseung get's to be awkward and sweet and i have to live with that? IM ILL. AND THEN HIM ORDERING EXTRA WATER FOR ME????? k great what i died. so he cares about me. so he pays attention to my needs.
For the next hour, Heeseung looks like he wants to say something to you.
ENOUGH. i can so imagine him glancing over, his adorable huge eyes drifting to and from you. the tension, the push and pull, ITS KILLING ME.
don't even get me started on the whole marvel/iron man scene. first of all, hee is a man of taste. i love it. AND THEN SUNOO TAKING A PICTURE OF THEM??? sunoo is so me.
âItâs weird seeing you in your element,â Jay comments as he stands beside you, periodically checking the turnstile for his luggage. âA good kind of weird.â
every time you talked about y/n being in her element, being so comfortable in europe and finding pride in guiding her friends, a part of me melted. to see how she cared so much about her friends to show this part of herself and then for her friends to appreciate her like :((((((( K.
also i can't handle the fact that Jay visited her. i just can't. he's too pure for this world. why did you write him like this. i can't even have him.
âYou guys looked pretty cozy,â Sunoo comments. âIt was nice seeing you two like that again.â âIt felt nice,â he mutters. âI really missed her.â
sunoo my baby girl, my darling. you are so real, i bet the did look super cute and lovely and i'm sure it was nice. the way that sunoo, jay, sunghoon, and jake all talked to them and wants whats best for them :((((((((((((((( can't
AND HEE'S "I REALLY MISSED HER" you are KILLING ME
can i just talk about your actual writing? absolutely stunning. so beautiful, so descriptive. the scenes of you describing the hotels and streets of london and paris, as well as everyone's dynamic really made this story. you're so talented, seph.
heeseung and yn sharing stories of their childhoods :((( enough. AND THEN THE WHOLE BOOKSTORE SCENE? might as well just make a "i hate hana, die" post because why.
âThat sounds like something youâd do.â You cast your eyes to the floor. âItâs crazy that thereâs parts of you that I donât know.â âYeah,â you mumble solemnly. Heeseungâs eyes bore into the side of your face as you pretend to look at the titles of the books.
i feel sick. genuinely, there's nothing worse than going from knowing someone so well to not knowing them anymore. and it's even worse when you have all this old knowledge of them but it has nothing to do with who they are now. i can just imagine the way hee's heart fell to his ass.
heeseung being yn's safe place during everything :((( can't even imagine it (yes i can, since jo wrote it all so well)
NOW THE WHOLE BAR SCENE? personally a part of me passed away. i died and i'm still not back. so much happened, so many feelings and then sunghoon and leo, like. you hate me. confirmed.
The months spent apart without phone calls or texts were agony. He loathed hearing what you were up to from your mutual friends or when he accidentally watched your Instagram stories. Seeing you happy without him made his heart lurch, not out of possessiveness, but because he wished you were comfortable enough to share those moments with him.
k đ€Ł this made me SO SAD???????????? i can just imagine the way his breathing would quicken whenever he accidentally clicked on your story, a glance into a life he wasn't part of anymore. no no no no i can't. LOSER BITCH WHY R U LIKE THISSSS (with love)
leo is such a cutie patootie i love him. he treated hee so kindly even though he knew of what happened :((( i love him. i just know he and his brother are hot. anyways, hee figuring out that there's a lot he doesn't know about you.... OKAY?? DAMN. OUCH??
But it feels like this is the first time heâs seeing you for who you are as an adult, not the child that he grew up with.
enough đ PLEASE. this actually broke my heart i had to go downstairs and sit with my mother for a bit. this entire section offered so much depth into heeseung's character, it was so beautiful.
it's so upsetting when you've been parted from soneone and realize that they've outgrown the idea you had of them.
hee being scared of change and wanting to play it safe IS SOOO REAL??? he's just like me fr. i too would much rather play it safe and if a friend ever told me they liked me i would laugh. we are one đ€đœ why are you making me go through all this pain please.
Heeseung assumed you needed time to heal from the awkward encounter and hadnât reached out to you for a week. He didnât think much of it at the time and hadnât made plans with you until he realized youâd be leaving for Europe the week following. By then, it had been too late, because he stopped by your house the morning after you left.
YOU'RE SICKKKK. this is so heart breaking because i can just IMAGINE HIS EYES WIDENING ANF GLAZING OVER AT THE IDEA OF YOU LEAVING BEFORE HE GOT TO SEE YOU??? i will never know peace.
i'm so glad that yn had leo and elizabeth and so many wonderful friends in london. it makes me so happy to know that she wasn't alone. (also yes, i am using she, you, and me, interchangeably i'm not sorry)
i can't believe heeseung keeps fumbling but SUNGHOON BAKBDOAFKADLBFOAF:A D:ABFBFBDBBABS"BDAABNDKDF yeah okay. he's everything to me. such a good friend, i might just have to wife him up (sorry jo and chel). i'll never get over how all of the members always appreciate yn's braveness and her kind resolve. it makes me sick, actually. they love her so much :((((
i'm so glad sunghoon offered more details to yn and kind of confirmed her feelings because um yes??? heeseung is in love with her??? she's right?????? and jealous hee?? SCRUMPTIOUS.
ALSO RAAAHHHHH JAYY!!!!!
HEESEUNG FUMBLING AGAIN???? MF GET YOUR COAT FASTER???? idiot. this is me trying to hold it together because of riki and sunoo.
âMy mother, my older sister, and best friend,â Riki says with a hiccup as he engulfs you in a hug. âSeriously, I would be dead in a ditch without you.â âI donât know a better person,â Sunoo chimes in from where heâs seated. AND âNow I think of her every time I see something yellow.â âThatâs kind of fitting though, isnât it?â Leo asks. âYellow for sunshine.â
k guess i WILL kill myself, actually. i was doing great and then you wrote this and LMAOOOOOOO I STARTED SOBBING HAHAHA. aren't you a funny little lad? breaking my heart and mending it together eighteen times. they're so adorable, a little family. i am so sad i don't even know what to do right now.
ALSO THE SENTENCE 'but God, Heeseung wishes he could hide you in his arms instead.' ENOUGHHHHHHHH I CANNOT
The whole Paris part actually ended my life. i went on nature walks. i talked to a few clouds, rolled down a hill. died a bit. then i showered. only to lay on my bed for thirty minutes just staring. like. you did this for what? FOR WHAT???
yn moving away from hee in paris BROKE ME. he deserves it but it breaks my heart, nonetheless. ALSO THE TOKENS OF APPRECIATION???? i cannot. LAWD I CANT. they're all so cute. my babies. my honey buns.
He hates that he canât read you like he used to. He hates that the other friends know you better than he does, and he hates that heâs in the City of Love and he canât call you his girlfriend.
just. breathe, hana. okay. this right here? broke my heart, yup. i can imagine his frown and pain and i want to smooch his head. also the foreshadowing is crazy.
JAKE. MY CUTIE PIE. i love how he said the right things and didn't make the revelation a huge deal. it's so adorable that all the members want what's best for both yn and hee the best happens to be each other like okay :( guess i'll cry then
i want to give jay and jay's father a fat smooch to the brain because they truly made this story. we love kind rich people. i know this is heeseung's fic but the way you wrote jay.... i let my mind wander IM SORRY. HE'S JUST. also him asking the bartender to charge his room??? jay what i jump your bones. HEESEUNG LOOK AWAY.
i'm so glad they talked. idc if it was the wine or what but i am so proud of yn for asking that daunting question. confront yo man!!!
You sniffle and Heeseung wants to cry too. âEveryone came to pick me up at the airport. I kept looking for you but you werenât there. Jake had to pull me away from baggage claim because he said you werenât coming but I didnât listen. I told him he was wrong. You always come.â
we all cried. died. snot everywhere. you wrote this why? to hurt me? TO BREAK ME? job well done, seph. this gen breaks my heart because i can imagine yn looking around for hee and jake's heart breaking frown. jo got all the shordies crying in the club.
âI was an idiot and stupid,â is the only answer Heeseung can come up with. âI used to be so scared of change. You left the country and I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do with my life but it was so hard without you in it.â âThen why did you leave me?â His heart shatters.
yeah, hee, that makes TWO OF US. my heart ALSO shattered. the heart break in this scene had me gripping my bed sheets (not in the good way) and i was barely breathing actually.
IM SO GLAD HE DID NOT FUMBLE THE BAG AGAIN AND HUGGED HER!!!! GOOD JOB, MAN. the entire scene in the bathroom, with heeseung taking off yn's makeup actually made my heart squeeze in my chest. it was so soft, and the soft and hesitant admissions of love made me sob. i'm so proud of hee's character development and his leap into vulnerability.
Heeseung swallows. âBut mostly, I just really love you.â You open your eyes for the first time. Heeseung can only stare. âYou really hurt me.â He glances down. âI know. Iâm sorry.â
i cried, i laughed, i sobbed. i'm so glad that they hugged. it just felt so pure and soft, and it felt SO realistic. since they technically mended their friendship, a hug just seems so precious. lawd what if i start crying again.
heeseung's âI donât want you to get over me.â actually slayed me!!! people died!!! there's something so beautiful about desperate and needy men who can voice their emotions. like wdym his eyes began to swell??? the entire scene had me choked up. i don't think i will ever get over "Heeseung missed holding you like thisâwith your bodies intertwined as if you were two soulmates who were forced apart upon creation." because HUH??? SOULMATES FORCED APART UPON CREATION???????????????? i just heard poets everywhere burn their work.
what i cried. so many emotions. so many feelings. all the feelings. how can you write this and then "he tried not to punch the air" like HES A LOSER UR HONOUR!!! BUT MY LOSER!!!
the whole wake up scene had be choking. him kissing you awake and then calling you "pretty girl" and "my baby" ENOUGH. i love soft hee so much. my favourite. my little precious bean.
AND THEN JAY SUGGESTING TIME ALONE??? someone cooked here. it was me. jay is with me. heesueng look away. i just love everyone's reaction like :((( they r so cute.
I love that heeseung also opened up a bit more, offering more depth into his reasoning. yes, you are scared of change. that's okay! what a cutie patootie i'm gonna be sick.
He doesnât say anything. He doesnât need to. Instead, Heeseung grabs your hands and locks his fingers with yours, squeezing three times to tell you he loves you.
yn saying that heeseung is a good person and hee wanting to kiss her i cannot. I CANNOT. DONT MAKE ME. i can't. HIM SQUEEZING HER HAND THREEE TIMES?? YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAPPENED THREE TIMES? my death. thanks
JAY AOBFABFKABFOABFOAF. he is not the star of the show BUT HE IS! GENIUS! MASTERMIND! him using his connections to get that reservation what IF I DIED???
the whole date scene had me running LAPS. please. heeseung is so awkward and lover boy and his âWow,â he mutters. âJustâŠwow.â and âI look fine,â he says to himself in the mirror. like he really is a loser i love him so much. he's so soft and tiny and adorable and heart eyes i can't
âI feel lucky to have people in my life who care about me this much,â you say. âIâm so happy youâre back in my life.â âIâm happy to be in it.â Heeseung squeezes your waist. âDeep down, itâs always been you that Iâve loved. Thereâs not a single person who makes me feel the way you do.â âYeah?â
OUT FOR BLOOD, YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. EXPLAIN YOURSELF. ALWAYS BEEN YOU I LOVED???????????????????? LAWWWDDDD JUST TAKE ME NOW
them kissing for the first time whilst slow dancing and wine on their lips i am going to be SICK. ILL. you wrote the scene so perfectly, so beautifully. i read it over like six times. AND THEN THE "take me back to the hotel" PURRRRR YN GET IT GIRL
tbh, i can't even explain my feelings for the whole smut scene. i died. genuinely, i was gasping for air and tweaking out. i'm glad my bedroom door was shut otherwise i'd be part of an exorcism right now.
yn immediately going for hee's cock is so real! me too! he's so in love and she's so flirty i have a crush on them both. like, the whole dry humping/grinding scene had be seeing stars. i want to kiss your brain. give it to me, please. and the way he praises her? enough.
âThatâs it,â he encourages. âDoes my baby feel good?â You can only nod and he doesnât blame you. âThatâs a good baby. Fuck, youâre so wet, itâs driving me crazy.â
SO U WROTE SOFT HEE. WHOS IN LOVE. WHO PRAISES??? UR SICKKKKKKKKK (i love you so much)
heeseung kissing and licking pussy had me. had to call for an ambulence because deadass died! i will forever die on the enha munch agenda and heeseung is the biggest munch. seph just confirmed it, actually. i feel dizzy and i still can't breathe
KABSIDBOAFOABFA THE WHOLE ASS SCENE??? ARE YOU CRAZY??? DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND DIE????? WDYM YN IMAGINED HAVING HEE'S TONGUE IN HER ASS??? AND WHY IS HEE SO HOT ENOUGH
the condom removal part đ§đœââïž bedsheets were changed
âMine?â he asks, catching his breath. âYou mean it? Youâre mine.â âIâm yours, Hee.â âAll mine,â he mutters to himself in disbelief.
he's so in love and so insane and why does he fuck like an insane perosn i love it so much i'm about to slam my head against the wall
THE WHOLE FANTASIES PART???? DIED.
âBut mostly, I just want you to sit on my face. Mad at me? Sit on my face. Sad? Sit on my face. Happy to see me? Sit on my face.â âSimp,â you grunt, thighs burning from pushing yourself on and off of Heeseungâs cock. âAnd proud.â He smacks both ass cheeks again. âNow what do you say, baby? If you ride me until you come, you can blow me in the bathroom before I fuck you in front of the entirety of Paris. Can you do that for me?â
this is so him and he is so hot. heeseung being down bad so horribly is everything to me and he IS a simp and he's such a loser and his sex drive is insane and oh my gosh.
THE WHOLE ENDING SCENE WITH YN GLOWING AND RIKI BEING SO PROTECTIVE AND THEN JAY'S âCongratulations, you two. Letâs go home.â IM GONNA KMSSSSSSSSS
seph đ i don't even know what to say. i can't believe i read this for free. i can't believe i didn't have to pay $500 for this because i would have (don't get any ideas, tumblr). this story was so so so perfect and beautiful and i'm in awe of your mind and your talent. i can't believe you wrote this for me (yes, it is for me). i read almost all the paragraphs twice because each sentence was so beautifully crafted. i have a half a mind to print this out and bind it into a book. if i could give your brain a kiss, i would. you are so so talented and i'm so happy i get to call you my friend. because me personally? i'm glad you killed me
this is one of THE best things i have ever read and i will keep tides of regret heeseung so close to my heart you have no idea. absolutely none. i'm going to have to do some thing about this. write you something as painful.
(stella you were right. i was not ready. i am in fact, still hyperventilating and probably will for the best eight days.)
tides of regret | heeseung
summary: in the year since heeseung first rejected your love confession, you've tried everything to get over him. a trip to europe makes you realize you miss your former best friend more than anything, and it makes heeseung realize he's got it all wrong.
notes: aaand she's here! this is 24.4K words worth of my heart and soul. consider this a token of my appreciation for welcoming me on enhablr. i sincerely hope you enjoy it. <3
deep cuts: #1
warnings: angst/internal self doubt, playful banter, dirty talking, praise, slight degradation, oral (m and f receiving), dry humping, fingering, mentions of exhibitionism and face sitting, nipple sucking, spit, brief moment of anal (tongue only), condom removal, unprotected sex, creampie.
For @enha-stars â may this story rip you apart and stitch you back together.
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Incheon feels lonely at three in the morning.
The overhead lights being turned off because of the lack of travelers at this hour makes the airport feel bigger than it actually is. Itâs too quiet without the familiar sounds of luggage wheels on the linoleum or overhead speakers announcing flight changes every ten minutes. You donât think youâve ever been to an airport so early in your life.
Itâs quiet enough to leave you alone with your bothersome thoughts. In the years youâve been away from home as you studied abroad, you canât help but feel a gravitational pull towards life in Seoul and the people in it. The familiarity of your home outweighs the adventure you once yearned for in your youth, and now youâre left with the exciting notion that, this time, youâll know when youâll be coming back.
The terminal has an abundance of seating. Your backpack rests on the seat beside you as Jay double checks the gate number while the rest of your friends find a spot on the seats next to you, attempting to find an ounce of comfort in the dimly lit area.
âI know leaving early saved us hundreds of dollars, but I need sleep,â Sunghoon says from beside you. His usually well kept hair falls in all sorts of places like he woke up without a second thought and hailed a taxi the minute he opened his eyes.
âYouâll thank me later,â Jay says. âWe can sleep on the plane.â
âOur flight doesnât leave for another two hours,â Jake whines from beside him as he yawns. âHow am I supposed to sleep on these god forsakes chairs?â
âQuit whining and try,â Jay retorts. He looks behind him to see the rest of your friend group approach before glancing over to you. âDoing okay?â
âHow come Y/N gets preferential treatment?â Jake beckons.
âBecause she isnât a nuisance like you,â Jay immediately fires back before diverting his attention towards you again.
âIâm alright,â you say, stifling a yawn behind your hand. âJust cold and sleepy.â
âHopefully they turn off the damn AC,â Sunghoon says as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. âI feel like my veins are being injected with ice.â
âItâll warm up when more people come,â Jay reasons. âI wish there was a coffee stand that was open. I need a cup.â
âI could go for one,â you agree. âIâm trying to stay awake for the next couple of hours so I can sleep on the plane.â
The rest of your friend group appear behind Jay and you look down to check your phone for any notifications when Heeseung catches your eye. It takes you by surprise and you abruptly look back at your screen and busy yourself by aimlessly scrolling through social media as he attempts to occupy the empty seat beside you, but Jake beats him to it.
âIâm gonna freeze to death and then all of you are gonna have to deal with my frozen body.â Jake dramatically slouches down onto the seat until his head finds your shoulder, nuzzling his cheek as if trying to find comfort in you. âJesus, Y/N, youâre so warm.â
You laugh. âI wore layers.â
âYouâre gonna regret that when we get on the plane,â Jake mumbles.
Heeseung, from the corner of your eyes, opts to move to the seats in front of you. You try not to pay him any mind.
You snort. âYeah, well I can take these layers off while you freeze until you become an icicle.â Jake hums when you let your head fall onto his.
âYou know Iâm not built for the cold. Australiaâs my home.â
âAnd yet you moved to Korea,â Sunghoon provokes.
Jungwon and Riki are rummaging through the bag of snacks youâd brought for an early breakfast until the restaurants and coffee stands around you open up. Jakeâs right, itâs far too cold to stop shivering, but you suppose youâre grateful that the discomfort distracts you from sleeping too early.
âI canât believe weâre finally going on this trip,â Sunoo says from above you. With your head still on Jakeâs, you turn to look at the boy speaking. âIâm really excited for you to show us where youâve been for the past four years.â
A tiny smile graces your lips. âIâm excited to show you around London and Paris. The latter is a two hour train ride. My friends and I would go every few weekends or so to explore the city. Pictures and videos donât do them justice.â You sigh as you reminisce. âI really did think that Iâd end up living there when I graduated.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âMissed home too much, I guess.â You shrug. âThough, I canât believe Riki went through a growth spurt in the last two years that I was gone.â
âYou went back to Okayama before Y/N came back for holiday break, right?â Jungwon asks, looking between the both of you.
âThatâs right,â Riki says. âI was sad that I couldnât see you before you went back to school.â
âNow heâs twice my height.â You gesture at the younger boy. Heâs too shy with the sudden affection and chooses to bury his head in Jungwonâs shoulder. âYou were so little.â
âShut up,â he mumbles.
âI canât believe youâre fluent in English now.â Jungwon pushes Riki off of his arm. âYou, Jake, and Jay are kind of scary when you speak English.â
âIt was a little hard at first. I used to watch a lot of American cinema so I could understand it better than I could speak it. But I canât lie, itâs fun being able to talk to them in English.â
âYou were so cute trying to string phrases together during your first summer back,â Jay coos. âTexting her in English was funny because she couldnât understand the difference between spelling.â
âPoor Jake.â You pull your head from his and look down at him. âYou probably had aneurysms looking at my grammar.â
You lift your head to see that the aforementioned has fallen asleep amongst the conversation with his mouth slightly ajar and soft snores echoing past your ear. You donât move when Jay asks if you want Jake off of your shoulder, but you shake your head.
Conversation falls flat when the group unanimously decides that sleepiness is overtaking the need to socialize. Jay keeps checking his watch to look out for the time while your eyes try to look anywhere but at Heeseung.
Itâs odd, the way two people can lose a friendship overnight. The heartbreak that came with romantic rejection wasnât nearly as bad as realizing texts and phone calls were far fewer in between the moment you had arrived back in Europe to finish your studies. It hurt to know that neither one of you felt comfortable enough to see each other when you were back in your hometown unless the two of you were invited to hang out with mutual friends.
Still, seeing Heeseung after he had rejected your confession felt like a punch to the gut.
Long gone were the days of being able to send him unimportant updates about your life abroad or what you were doing at any given summer day back home. You couldnât ask him to go to the restaurants you used to frequent near his house or yours. You certainly couldnât call him at random hours because you were bored and missed his voice.
It wasnât for the lack of trying. It felt like things might've gone back to normal after a short period of not talking, but your texts going unanswered and your calls going to voicemail was all you needed to know.
Perhaps itâs why youâre comfortable spearheading this vacation with Jay, who had made it a point to visit you in London when youâd chosen to stay behind instead of going home for the holiday break. The two of you had never spent time alone prior to then, but it touched you that heâd go out of his way to dedicate an entire day to visit you when he was there for a family vacation.
Coming back to Korea the summer after graduating felt like you were making the right choice, even if your head was telling you to find a home in Europe. Still fresh from your unresolved rejection, stepping off of the plane and knowing you wouldnât be returning back to your universityâs town made the uncomfortable reality of coming face-to-face with Heeseung sink in. Youâd have to live with the consequences.
But itâs been eight months since you returned, six months since Jayâs dad was gracious enough to offer you a position on his marketing team, and five months since he encouraged your entire friend group to take a trip to your old stomping grounds.
The proposition felt too sudden, especially with how little experience you had working with his team, but youâd spend an evening with the Park family for him to consider you an honorary member. Though, youâre sure Jay mightâve told him something happened between you and Heeseung, especially after telling everyone you wouldnât be coming home for the holidays.
To this day, you havenât uttered a single word to your friends about what happened the night Heeseung rejected your love confession. If you know him as well as you think you do, you donât think he's told anyone either.
âCafes are opening up,â Jay notes. Sunghoonâs ears perk up. âThree of us should go get food and drinks while the rest save our seats.â
The airport overhead lights mustâve turned on while you were deep in thought. Jayâs right, the coffee stands have opened and itâs likely due to the new influx of travelers whoâve arrived at the airport. Foot traffic is still light and you know Jay wants to get ahead of the crowd.
Jake has woken up because of the growing murmur around him and lifts himself off of your head to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. He yawns once more but tries his best not to fall asleep again.
âHow long was I out?â
âTwenty minutes, give or take,â Sunghoon answers.
âSorry for sleeping on you,â Jake apologizes.
âItâs okay. You needed it.â He scrunches his face, not used to the new lighting. âJay, Iâll come with you to get coffee. I need to stretch my legs.â
âIâll help as well.â Heeseung speaks for the first time in a while and his voice nearly catches you off guard.
âSure.â Jay gathers everybodyâs orders before the two of you follow him around the terminal.
The line isnât unbearably long, but with Heeseung towering behind you, it feels like youâve been standing for hours. You shift from one foot to the other in order to find a happy medium to no avail. Jay orders for the group and you pay attention to him more than you care to when you realize Heeseung is now standing beside you to make room for more people to wait in line. Heâs considerate like that and you hate it.
When the baristas are finished with your order, you reach for the bag of sandwiches in your haste to escape Heeseung. But your fingers touch the steam and you drop the bag into the counter with a hiss.
âCareful,â Heeseung says. âDonât get hurt, please.â
Your clumsy nature was always something he teased you for. Heeseung sounds so sincere about his worry that you think youâd rather him pour all of the hot coffee on you instead.
âThanks.â You grab the bag with so much as a single moment of eye contact before realizing Jay has started walking back.
Breakfast is eaten in silence. Everyone is too tired to speak, save for Jake whose twenty minute nap has rendered him a little more awake than the rest of you. You and Sunghoon share your egg sandwich and chocolate croissant respectively without a word spoken between the two of you.
Meanwhile, Heeseung is staring at the way your thighs are close to Sunghoonâs. He had shifted his body closer to yours in order to form a makeshift table so that sharing pastries wouldnât result in crumbs on the floor. You can feel Heeseung's gaze on your kneecap and it makes your face flush.
Sunoo and Jake offer to throw everybodyâs trash away when youâre all done eating. The airport is in full swing by now and everyone has said their graces and apologized to Jay for giving him a hard time with how early they arrived.
It seems that sleep has threatened to overtake you. Youâre waiting in line to scan your plane ticket and board the aircraft, but the sudden warmth of the airport has caused you to yawn a few too many times. Rikiâs standing in front of you and his height makes for a perfect makeshift wall to lean on. Or, thatâs what your tired brain is telling you, because you slouch forward and let your cheek rest against his back as you close your eyes.
âSleepy girl,â you hear him chuckle. You merely nod in acknowledgement.
Your comfort is short lived when he softly nudges you because the line has moved. Soon, you scan your ticket and give the airline agent a smile as thanks before waiting to set foot on the aircraft.
Sunghoon notices your dropped shoulders and wordlessly takes your backpack off of you.
âYou donât need to do that,â you say with a frown when you see Sunghoon carrying your belongings with him.
âLet me hold it,â says Sunghoon. âYou look like youâre about to fall over with the extra weight.â
âIf you insist.â
âLet us take care of you, yeah?â Jay interrupts, bumps his shoulder with yours. âYouâve been running all over Europe these past four years and weâve only seen you a handful of times. You deserve to relax on this trip.â
âI canât believe you guys are being so sweet on me. I know thatâs ending the second we get back to Korea.â
The two boys laugh. âWell, itâs only fair, I guess. Youâre like, the mom friend.â
âJay is the mom friend.â The aforementioned doesnât argue.
The squeeze of the aircraft is tight and youâre desperately trying to look for your seat. It seems that Sunghoon is sitting in your row, which excites you, but youâve come to realize that youâve obtained the ungodly middle seat. You make peace with it for a brief moment before Heeseung clears his throat awkwardly.
âLetâs switch seats,â he says from behind you. His ticket shows the window seat right next to yours. âI know you hate middle seats.â
âNo, I couldnât ask that of you.â
âYouâre not asking.â He says it with a smile and it makes you cower into yourself. âYou should move to your new seat so we donât hold up the line.â
Heeseung suggests it in a way that is reminiscent of the days where heâd give up his sweet treats because you wanted a taste. It tugs at your heartstrings but you donât have time to think about that when you notice how the plane is starting to fill up.
Reluctantly, you slide into the window seat while Heeseung and Sunghoon follow suit. Your seat belts are buckled and in no time, the aircraft takes flight.
For the next hour, Heeseung looks like he wants to say something to you. The headphones you've brought do well to cancel out the noise, for the most part. You can see from the corner of your eye that he glances at you from time to time, but you ignore it and choose to get comfortable for the long haul.
When you notice the flight attendants come with the beverage cart, you take it as a cue to get comfortable and try to get some sleep for the next few hours. Likely due to the lack of sleep from the night prior, you fall asleep as soon as your head rests against the plane.
You donât hear Heeseung requesting an extra bottle of water for you.
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When you come to, youâre barely able to register that itâs time to eat the first meal on the flight. You take your headphones off and put it in your backpack as you blink the sleep out of your eyes.
âChicken or beef?â
Heeseung looks at you, expecting an answer.
âHm?â
He laughs softly. âChicken or beef?â
Your eyes dart between him and the flight attendants when you realize theyâre about to approach.
âI heard them asking people which meal they want,â Heeseung explains. âSo, chicken or beef?â
âBeef.â You clear your throat.
âBeef it is.â
Sunghoon requests chicken when the flight attendant arrives. Heeseung orders beef for the both of you before you get the chance. If he notices you looking at him strangely, he doesnât comment on it.
The food comes quicker than expected and the meal tastes decent, though youâre trying your best not to elbow Heeseung as you cut away at your portion. He seems engrossed in the movie in front of him while you peek at what heâs watchingâIron Man, to no oneâs shock.
You soften a bit at the nostalgia that comes with Heeseung and Marvel, namely the rainy days in your youth spent marathoning the superhero movies. There had been one year in high school when heâd dressed up as Tony Stark and you as Pepper Potts despite a few girls your age whispering behind your back at the matching costumes out of jealousy. You donât think you can think of the franchise without thinking of Heeseung.
The memories almost bring a smile to your face. Heeseung seems to notice you glancing at his screen in between bites. You avoid eye contact when you realize he caught you staring and focus on cutting your meal, praying that Heeseung will stop looking at you and watch the movie instead.
But he takes one earbud out and holds it to you.
âDo you want to watch it with me?â Heâs halfway through. You tell him such but he doesnât care.
âI donât want to jump in halfway through.â
âCome on, itâs not like you havenât done that before.â
Heeseung says it with such nonchalance that it makes your stomach drop. He sees the way your eyes falter for a moment and the way you glance between his hand and the screen. You try to come up with excuses to refuse his offer, but youâve got eight more hours until you land.
âSure,â you settle. Heeseung gives you one headphone and resumes watching.
Between the meals being picked up and tray tables being put away, you manage to fall asleep in your seat. Sunoo sits in front of you and upon coming back from a quick bathroom trip, sees your head resting on Heeseungâs shoulder with his cheek propped on your head. The two of you are fast asleep despite the credits rolling and he canât help but snap a quick photo.
You wake up some hours later when Sunghoon says your name. The cabin lights turning on temporarily blinds your vision as you wake up when you realize youâd managed to push yourself back enough to rest yourself against Heeseungâs arm.
âOh God,â you say in shock, pulling yourself and the seat upright. âSorry. I didnât mean to fall asleep on you.â
âItâs okay,â he replies, like he means it. âSleeping on planes is uncomfortable. But I know you know that.â
You nod. âYeah. It's too hard to get comfortable.â
âI canât believe weâre spending two weeks in Europe. Iâve never been outside of Korea and Japan before. Youâll have to help me with my English.â
âJay or Jake can also help with that.â You say it with a yawn and Heeseungâs eyes cast to the floor for a brief moment. You barely notice, gathering your own belongings as the flight descends.
âYeah, I guess they can.â
When you land, the familiar disorientation of the time difference truly wakes you up. Itâs eleven in the morning when the plane door finally opens and Jayâs moving a step ahead of you as he occupies space in the aisle way to grab his belongings. You follow suit and wait for your turn to exit amongst your friends and other travel goers.
Stepping out of the plane and into the familiar terrain of the Heathrow Airport reignites your attentiveness and you smile at the fond memories of being greeted by your university friends upon arriving. The familiar atmosphere of English travelers milling around the gate warms your chest with nostalgia.
You wait for the boys to emerge before signaling Jay, who follows beside you as you walk towards the baggage claim area. You lead him with little trouble down the escalator as the rest of your friends follow suit, yawning in an attempt to wake themselves up.
âItâs weird seeing you in your element,â Jay comments as he stands beside you, periodically checking the turnstile for his luggage. âA good kind of weird.â
âThis airport might as well be my second home,â you tell him. âIt feels routine to wait for my luggage at this point.â
âIâm tempted to sleep when we get to the hotel but I donât want to mess up my sleep schedule more than it already is.â Jay pulls his luggage.
âYeah, thatâs smart. I think we should take an hour to freshen up and find a place to eat before we go exploring.â
âI can already hear Jake whining about it.â
The two of you share a laugh. âHeâll just have to get used to it. We can have an early night and rest up before we explore tomorrow.â
âHe slept on the plane, for the most part,â Jay informs. âSurprisingly, he didnât snore as loudly as he usually does.â He spots your luggage and takes it off of the belt for you.
On the other side of the carousel, Heeseung and Sunoo are standing together to find their own luggages.
âYou guys looked pretty cozy,â Sunoo comments. âIt was nice seeing you two like that again.â
âIt felt nice,â he mutters. âI really missed her.â
Heeseung doesnât have to tell Sunoo what happened between the two of you for him to know that you two arenât as close as you used to be. The older boy feels nearly ashamed that his own friends have caught up on his awkward demeanor.
âWell, sheâs back for good and weâre here on vacation. Try not to dwell on whatever it is thatâs making you think too hard.â
Heeeung laughs. âIâll try, Sunoo. Itâs just hard when weâre not as close. How can I compete when weâre in her college town and how will I talk to her in Paris?â
âWell, you never know,â Sunoo says as he picks up his luggage. âAnything can happen in the City of Love.â
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The hotel itself is modest in size. Quaint, old cobblestone surrounding the entryway like you remember it. The people are busy walking in and out of the meeting rooms in the lobby as you walk to the concierge to sort out the rooming situation. Jay stands beside to help distribute the keys and the employee behind the desk bids you a good stay.
The view from the fifth floor is spectacular already. You catch glimpses of the streets of London below you, street lights decorating the sidewalk and flowers surrounding the city. This feels like the London you remember and it adds a slight pep in your step.
âAlright, itâs decided that three of you are gonna share,â you say as you reach the first room. âThe other four will be split into two rooms and Iâll get a room for myself.â
âThatâs not fair,â Jake huffs.
âI refuse to share a room with any of you.â You pocket the key to the single bedroom. âPlus, Jayâs mom helped me make the arrangements when we planned the trip.â
âFavoritism,â Jake coughs. You nudge his side.
âTo make it fair, everyone will pick up a key card without knowing the room number and flip it. Thatâll determine who you room with.â
âAlright,â Jungwon says. âFair enough.â
One by one, your friends pick their key cards and discover their roommates. Jake, Sunoo, and Riki are the unlucky three who will be rooming together for the duration of the week. Jay and Sunghoon are in the room directly across from theirs while Heeseung and Jungwon share a room.
âLetâs meet at the lobby in an hour,â Jay suggests. âWe can get some lunch and do some exploring before deciding on dinner.â
âWe can take it easy and sleep early tonight,â you add in. âI know that flying internationally is always a bitch and I try to time my sleep when I need to.â
The eight of you part ways. Your suite has a beautiful view of the sky and the room itself makes you feel like the main character of a romance film. The bed is just to your liking with pillows stacked to the nines. It feels nice to have a moment to yourself. With your friend Yunjin backing out of the trip at the last minute due to family conflicts, you hadnât had time to think about anything other than arriving at the hotel safely.
You busy yourself with a shower and freshen up, pulling out options for you to wear for the rest of the night. You settle with something stylish yet comfortable and put enough makeup on your face until youâre satisfied with the person staring back at you in the bathroom mirror.
True to your word, you enter the lobby when you said you would. Jay and Sunghoon are already downstairs by the seats. Sunghoon stands to offer you the loveseat but you decline politely and sift through your phone until the rest of the guys arrive.
When they do, itâs like all eight of you collectively agree that hunger has overtaken you. You know of a nearby cafe that serves sandwiches from your days in university. You lead them to the quaint restaurant that has your friends staring at the art on the walls as you greet the cashier and order.
Itâs a slow moment for the eight of you as you all eat in relative silence, the sound of quiet slurping audible from the coffees everyone has chosen to drink.
âDid you spend a lot of time here?â Jungwon asks.
âAround the area, yeah,â you say, looking around. The outdoor seating area is just towards the edge of the street with the weather being a cool, cloudy day. âI loved coming to cafeâs like these with my friends after class. Weâd study until they kicked us out and then go for a drink or two.â
âWe should go to a pub while weâre here,â Jake suggests. âIâve always wanted to see an English pub. We have a few back in Australia.â
âI know just the place! My friendâs brother owns it and they know Iâll be in town for the next week. It would be nice to catch up with them.â
âHopefully your friends here kept you out of trouble,â Sunghoon teases. You flick him with your fingers.
âIâm the most responsible one out of you seven and donât you forget that.â
âDo you miss being here now that youâre back?â Riki asks in between sandwich bites. âGod, I love London already.â
âYouâre going to choke if you donât slow down.â He apologies and takes a single bite. âWell, I think I miss my friends a lot. I donât necessarily miss being in university, but I miss the freedoms that come with it.â
âI still canât believe you spent four years of your life here,â Sunghoon says. âThatâs insane when you think about how you cried when your aunt took you to Tokyo for a week when you were in middle school.â
The boys laugh and you frown. âI was twelve, okay? You wound me. But yeah, I think I grew out of my shell in high school and had this urge to travel but didnât know how to do it. I was surprised when my parents encouraged me to apply to Kingâs College, even more so when I got accepted.â
âYouâve always been too good to stay in one place for too long,â Jake says. âWe got close until halfway through our first year of high school, I think. I always got the sense that you wanted more than what our hometown could offer.â
âI always wanted to move to the heart of Seoul eventually. But I think I needed to come here in order to figure that out.â
âWould you really have stayed in London if you had the chance?â
You avoid looking at Heeseung, whose attention averted from his phone to you.
âI donât know,â you say honestly. âBut what I do know is that Iâm happy to be back in Korea and Iâm happy to be traveling to Europe.â
âYou always did have that sense of adventure,â Heeseung says. âI remember you were the one who always got us in trouble when we explored a little too far.â
âYour mom was pissed that time I walked a little too far down the shoreline when we went to Jeju.â The memory feels warm despite your discomfort at having Heeseungâs eyes on you. âI didnât know who she wanted to kill more, me or you.â
âDefinitely me. You could do no wrong in her eyes.â
âWhat happened?â Sunoo asks.
âMy family and Heeseungâs took a trip to Jeju Island when we were around seven, if I remember correctly. Iâd taken swimming lessons and thought I could show off my new skills at the beach we were at, but there was a wave that was a bit too much for me to handle.â
âShe was nearly swallowed by the ocean.â Heeseung hits his knee with his palm as he recalls the memory. âI mean, I was seven and it seemed like the wave was gigantic but to my mom, it mustâve been just tall enough that she could see over it.â
âShe yelled at him for the rest of the night because she had to pull me out from under the water,â you add. âI was fine. My parents laughed it off but his mom was so pissed at him for not telling me to come back to the shore.â
Echoes of laughter fill the space. It feels nice to be able to laugh like this with Heeseung, temporarily forgetting why you were so awkward around him in the first place.
When the check is paid, you lead the group around the area. Sunghoon takes out his camera and captures everything that inspires him while Sunoo and Riki are off to explore the shops around. It brings warmth to your chest to see your friends enthusiastically exploring the space you once called home. It had been a dream of yours since Jay came to visit and let you drag him around town for the day. Having them with you feels like youâre healing a part of yourself.
You duck into the quiet bookstore you used to frequent while you were a student. Filled with novels and trinkets from floor to ceiling, it feels familiar to you.
You get lost in thought when you glance at the books in front of you and you donât notice Heeseung approaching.
âStill love books?â
âJesus,â you gasp, clutching your chest. âYou scared me.â
âSorry,â he laughs. âSeems like you still scare easily.â You hate that he knows you so well. Clearing your throat, you put the book back.
âYes, to both. I used to come to this bookstore a lot when I had free time.â
He looks around. âIt looks like a nice place.â
âThey have a reading nook in the back. The owner is this sweet older woman who was the first person to help me with my English when I first moved. I think she let me read books for free because I used to bring her sweets.â
âThat sounds like something youâd do.â You cast your eyes to the floor. âItâs crazy that thereâs parts of you that I donât know.â
âYeah,â you mumble solemnly. Heeseungâs eyes bore into the side of your face as you pretend to look at the titles of the books.
âDo you talk to your college friends often?â
âAll the time. My closest friends live all over the place. Two of them are from the area, one went to live in the States, and a few live in Busan.â
âIâll bet it was nice to have some Korean friends when you moved. I remember you used call me to tell me about your first semester here.â
You canât help but think about the first few months after you moved when you would call Heeseung for a bit of comfort when things felt too overwhelming. With Korea being nine hours ahead, you always felt a little too bothersome phoning when it was the middle of the night for him, not used to the time difference. But he always answered you or called back when he had the chance.
Youâd spend hours on the phone, talking to him about how difficult it was to learn English and how making friends was not as easy as you thought it would be. Navigating the city felt lonely and isolating because youâd barely made friends in your classes in the first few weeks. Heeseung was there through all of it, reminding you that being eighteen years old in a new country made you brave despite feeling like you were a failure for not grasping a hold on life like you thought you would.
Falling asleep on the phone with him became a routine, too. Whether it was you who fell asleep after a long day or Heeseung, who had stayed up listening to your worries, the sound of his breathing made it feel like you were back home in Korea instead of exploring a grand new world.
Soon enough, you could talk your way around and piece together conversations with your classmates until youâd found friends who shared similar interests. Heeseung was the first person you told and the first person to tell you how proud he was that you extended your roots to learn about yourself away from home. You always thrived off of his praise as if making him proud was something you never sought out to do, but appreciated when it happened.
But that was four years ago. Whatever friendship you had with him then is not the one you have with him now.
âIt was nice,â you settle. âI miss my college friends. You might get to meet some later in the week.â
âNice,â he mutters to himself when you walk past him. âThatâs really nice.â
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The rest of the week is spent in your old stomping grounds, from touring your campus, to shopping, to sightseeing. The eight of you split up more often than not to explore different areas based on mutual interest. You find that Heeseung tends to gravitate towards you and you arenât sure if itâs because he feels guilty for rejecting you or because he genuinely wants to explore what you want to do.
Still though, at least one other person joins you. It feels nice to have a buffer to avoid any awkward conversation or moments, especially when Heeseung trips over his words trying to talk to you.
The week goes by too quickly for your liking. Spending time in London has felt like coming back home, in a way. Youâll always have your memories here and this city will remain the same when you return in the future. Now, it no longer feels like the place you escape too because things got too hard back home.
Even with Heeseung next to you more often than not, youâve found a happy medium The awkwardness dissipates when you set aside your indifference to show everybody your favorite places, watching them explore the city for themselves.
As expected, Riki and Jake have spent a little too much on clothing with the hopes that they can fit it into their luggage on the way back. It fits miraculously.
Your friend Leo, the one whose brother owns the pub you used to frequent, tells you heâs excited to see you after all these months. Itâs a Friday night when you arrive, seeing it well populated. But itâs rather early in the evening before the rush hour, so you enjoy the relative quietness before people rush in.
Heeseung, on the other hand, has been in a stupor for the latter half of the week. It began when he managed to talk to you in the bookstore, but blossomed when he watched you navigate your way around the city. You barely looked at your phone for directions and had no problem switching to English when you greeted shop owners. Hearing you speak fluently in a language you once struggled with in your childhood made him feel somewhat removed from your life. The two of you used to joke that he was always better with English. Now, the tables have turned.
The fear that youâd told your school friends about what transpired between the two of you plants itself in the back of Heeseungâs mind. He worries that your friends wonât like him and that youâve scorned his name, but he chides himself just as much as he worries because he knows you and how deeply you care about people.
Heeseung wishes he could go back in time to change what happened. He wishes that heâd admit his mistake and confess to you before you left. It had taken him a long time to confront his own feelings, but seeing you back in Korea made him realize he didnât care if the relationship was long distance or not. He didnât care as long as you were in his life.
The months spent apart without phone calls or texts were agony. He loathed hearing what you were up to from your mutual friends or when he accidentally watched your Instagram stories. Seeing you happy without him made his heart lurch, not out of possessiveness, but because he wished you were comfortable enough to share those moments with him.
To boil it down, Heeseung hopes this trip can undo a yearâs worth of his ignorance.
But before he can think about that, your exclamation pulls him towards a strange man before you.
âLeo!â
The sheer volume of your voice doesnât go unnoticed by Heeseung, who eyes the bloke the second you make a dash for him. His heart winces when your arms wrap around the strangerâs neck and as he spins you around, squeezing you for good measure. He isnât pleased when Leo settles to let his arm rest around your waist instead of letting you go. Heâs even less so when you donât attempt to separate yourself from him.
âHey, pretty girl,â Leo says with a boyish grin, accent making Heeseung nearly roll his eyes.
âThis is Leo.â You let your head rest on his shoulder for a brief moment. âHeâs one of my friends from university. I think we met in, what, second year?â
âSecond year, auditing class with Professor Donahue on Mondays and Wednesdays,â he says. âGod, that class was so boring.â
âHeâs the friend whose brother owns the bar,â you explain to them. You introduce Leo to each friend respectively. âJay and Jake are my friends who are fluent in English.â
âYou can speak it and understand it as well, right?â Leo asks as he shakes Heeseungâs hand.
He nods while giving him a tight smile. âJust a little. Iâm practicing.â
âNah, you sound perfect already.â
Heeseung feels indifferent to see you in your element with people from your past. The bartender, who is Leoâs brother, tells you the first two rounds are on the house after he checks IDs. Riki and Jungwon are excited to have their first pub experience after you make them promise to take it slow and drink lots of water in between.
âItâs a bit weird seeing her be like that,â Leo says to Jay with a laugh. âWhen we first got to know each other, it was me who had to tell her to watch how much she drank.â
âY/N, drinking?â Jake asks. âNo way. Back in Korea, she got drunk maybe twice a year.â
âShe and a mutual friend, Elizabeth, were as thick as thieves. They were like a package deal before we all graduated and until she moved to the States. Theyâd always go a little too hard after exam season was over or if people invited them out on a Saturday night.â
âY/Nâs always been the responsible one out of the bunch,â Jay adds. âIn high school, there was one time she got so drunk that she nearly scaled the roof of my friendâs house. Heeseung nearly fell off trying to get her down. After that, she swore off alcohol.â
Heeseung makes a few comments in the conversation as he watches you catch up with Leoâs brother and as you facilitate conversation between the rest of the guys. Thereâs a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when he realizes thereâs a lot he doesnât know about you.
The two of you talked less as you became more comfortable in your environment. At first, Heeseung took it to heart and made the assumption that youâd chosen your friends in England over him, but a stern conversation with his mother made him realize he was being juvenile. He could only comfort you so much when he was oceans away. It was probably a good thing that you were talking to him less because that mustâve meant you were as overwhelmed or scared like you were when you first moved to England.
Youâd still call him a few times a week before bedâwhen Heeseung was getting ready for the dayâto update him on everything that happened in the past week. You two texted more frequently than you conversed, sending him pictures of new places youâd discovered or him sending photos of your mutual friends with sad faces at the notion of you not being able to be there with them.
Heeseung had always felt a bit jealous of your time abroad. He loved Korea, but he yearned for the same sense of adventure you once had. Only, he hadnât figured it out until halfway through university when it was too late to transfer or apply for a semester abroad. When Jay had proposed this trip and that his father would expense half of it, he jumped at the opportunity to go.
Although, he didnât know it would hurt him this much.
Hearing you talk about your life here made him feel like it was his fault that he barely knew your life in England. It was so easy when the two of you lived a few blocks from each other; heâd run into you with your other friends on the street or know exactly where you were likely to be at any given moment. He knew you felt the same way about him too, as you always knew where to find him if you really needed him.
But it feels like this is the first time heâs seeing you for who you are as an adult, not the child that he grew up with.
Surely, Heeseung always knew you had a good head on your shoulders. You were always the more outspoken one who stood up for what you believed in, no matter how big or small. You never backed down if someone was giving you a hard time and it was one of the reasons why Heeseung had struck up a conversation with you as you two played in the sandbox after a few kids had stolen the toys he was playing with. That sense of responsibility and gratuity followed you into your adolescent and teenage years, too. Not once had Heeseung heard anyone say a bad word about your character. Heâd like to think he had something to do with it, but deep down, Heeseung knows it was all you.
When you confessed nearly a year ago, Heeseung felt like his heart mightâve ceased to function properly. Truth be told, heâs never taken his daydreams about being your boyfriend too seriously. He always wondered if it was normal to develop small crushes on your girl-friends at a young age and wondered if those butterflies in his stomach was because of how often his other friends at school would playfully tease him until they stopped. Jake and Sunghoon had been people who teased him for having a girl as his best friend until they befriended you too, and Heeseung was satisfied when they stopped with their comments. They, too, could understand why Heeseung was so keen on keeping you around.
But the butterflies never quite left him. Your smile was too bright. Your voice was too angelic. Everything about you and how you fit into his life felt a little too perfect; Heeseung hated cliches in his youth and this felt like one big cliche joke. He knew his mother didnât approve of the girls sheâd see him with, even in college when he got into his first serious relationship. She wasnât as enthusiastic about her as she was with you. At the time, the frustration seemed too biased until it ended in a way that made Heeseung realize his mother truly knew what was best for him.
Heeseung never considered the possibility of dating you until you confessed your feelings for him.
As much as he plays off being the spontaneous, go-with-the-flow type of person, Heeseung gets scared when things go unplanned. He backs away from courage and from moments that make or break his character. He likes to play it safe unless he can make a calculated risk in his favor, choosing to let others fall flat on their face and learn from their mistakes. Heeseung had never considered the possibility of you having feelings for him either. That fateful summer night is one he will always remember, especially in the way the light in your eyes dimmed when he told you he didnât feel the same.
He remembers your quick apologies and the way you backed away too quickly for his liking. He had tried to reach for your hand to tell you it was okay and that he didnât feel awkward about it, but youâd shook your head and merely told him youâd see him later. Heeseung had never seen you leave so abruptly. But he figured youâd get over it, as you typically do when things donât go your way. Youâre resilient like that.
Heeseung assumed you needed time to heal from the awkward encounter and hadnât reached out to you for a week. He didnât think much of it at the time and hadnât made plans with you until he realized youâd be leaving for Europe the week following. By then, it had been too late, because he stopped by your house the morning after you left.
Getting together with Seulgi after you left felt too easy. He knew sheâd always had a thing for him but brushed her off for reasons he couldnât fathom until he bumped into her a few weeks after youâd left without so much as a text or a voicemail. Feeling a bit irritated at your wordless departure, Heeseung took Seulgi out on a few days to take his mind off of you.
Except, it didnât work. Heeseung found himself fantasizing about what it would be like to go out to dinner with you when she was sitting in front of him. When sheâd texted him to thank him for his time, Heeseung imagined the kind of things you would say after your first date. When he kissed her for the first time underneath the twinkling lights of a local fair, Heeseung pictured you as he closed his eyes. The fantasy was ruined when Seulgiâs perfume touched his olfactory senses, pulling him back into reality. The guilt of kissing somebody who wasnât you ate at his chest the moment he saw Seulgi smile at him from where he stood.
He tried his best with her but broke it off when the unrest overtook his mental wellbeing. It was amicable, for the most part. All Heeseung knows is that his parents (along with all of his friends) were happy that he hadnât continued with that relationship.
âY/N used to talk a lot about you, Heeseung,â Leo says, bringing the aforementioned out of his thoughts. âWeâd be out at dinner or something and sheâd always run outside to answer your calls.â
âReally?â Heeseung says out of surprise. He didnât know you did that.
âYou bet,â Leo replies. âShe talked a lot about Korea when weâd hang out with our friends but she seemed to talk about you the most.â
Heeseung wonders if you told him about what happened between the two of you the summer before you left.
âIâm flattered.â Heeseung honestly doesnât know what else to say. He chooses to tell the truth. âI missed her a lot. I grew up with her living a few blocks away. It felt weird not to be with her when I went to college.â
âY/N said the same thing. Every time sheâd be homesick, sheâd tell us she needed to call you.â Leoâs words bring a warm flush to Heeseungâs face but he chooses to blame it on the alcohol.
âI heard my name,â you say as you walk to where theyâre sitting. âNot talking shit about me, my dear Leo?â
âNever,â he teases. âAlthough, Iâm sure I still have some pretty photos of you and Elizabeth at this very pub.â
âOh God, please donât.â You push his shoulder when he moves to reach his phone. âThose do not need to see the light of day and you definitely need to delete them.â
âHow else am I going to blackmail you?â
âYouâre the worst.â You look cute when your nose is a bit red from drinking. You always did suffer from redness to the face when you drank. âI canât believe Elizabeth and I let you into our friend group.â
âHey! I was the one who introduced you to her in the first place.â
âIâll bet if I texted her right now, Iâd have it in writing that sheâd choose me over you.â
âOkay, you donât need to do that because she definitely would.â
The group laughs and conversations flow nicely as a few other friends from your university days join you later in the evening. It feels like a reunion, of sorts. It feels especially wonderful to have most of your favorite people under one roof despite the slight language barrier. But everyone seems to get along well enough, especially Riki, who has taken a liking to your Japanese friend you met on your first day of orientation.
When the room gets too hot, you make your way outside where youâre fenced in by a metal barricade. Itâs cold outside, but the alcohol running through your veins keeps you warm enough that you decide not to go back to ask for a jacket. Heeseung wants to follow you but stays still in his seat when he sees Sunghoon exit the door after you leave.
The wine in your hands is still halfway full. Youâve decided that youâve taken the lead far too many times this week and that Jay can handle getting everyone home. Itâs your fourth drink of the night, just enough to keep you buzzed for the duration of your time at the pub.
You register the door sliding open and make room for Sunghoon when you spot him over your shoulder.
âYour friends are really nice,â he comments, leaning on the railing next to you.
âTheyâre the best,â you say with a fond smile. âI owe them a lot. I only started enjoying my time here when we became friends.â
âYou know, I was a little worried that you wouldnât be happy when you moved to London for the first time.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âI think a lot of people would describe you as brave and as someone who will dive in head first to things that scare you, which is true for the most part. But I think people rarely pay attention to the vulnerable side of people like you because it looks like you have it all together.â
âI was a total wreck when I first moved,â you said. âI donât know if you remember the few times I called you when Heeseung wasnât able to pick up.â
âOh, I remember. That was the first time you cried to me and now you have no issue getting your snot on my sweaters.â You swat his arm at the joke but he dodges you just in time. âI remember Yeji getting worried about you too. She was so young and always said she wanted to be brave like you.â
âSweet girl,â you say.
âThe two of you are similar. I watch out for her a lot, you know? Our relatives always think she puts on a brave face and donât think twice when she talks about her fears. They always tell her sheâll be fine, but itâs hard to actualize that when you donât believe it.â
âI thought about coming home a few times when things got really hard,â you confess. âI was out of my depth because I couldnât speak English very well. I could only speak fragments and getting my way around campus was so hard.â
âI donât know how you did it, if Iâm being honest. But Iâm glad that you stuck around long enough to see what your life would be like.â
âMe too. Iâd really love to think Iâve become a better person now that Iâve gotten the chance to know myself beyond the comfort of my home, you know? I love you guys and I love my family, but sometimes being back in Korea felt like I was listening to what was expected of me instead of what I wanted.â
Sunghoon laughs. âYeji said the same thing a few weeks before we left for London. Part of me thinks sheâs considering studying abroad. I found a few college brochures in her room.â
âDonât you know better than to snoop inside your sisterâs bedroom?â
âYah,â he says. âYeji steals too many of my sweaters and she said I could get them back.â
âYouâre just too easy to make fun of, Hoonie.â
A comfortable silence passes over the both of you. The audible sound of people talking amongst themselves and the beautiful lights of the city illuminate what makes London so beautiful. It isnât until Sunghoon speaks that you pull yourself out of your daydreams.
âI heard you that night,â Sunghoon confesses.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âThe night of the bonfire.I know you told Heeseung you liked him.â
You turn your head to him. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âI figured youâd tell me whenever you felt ready,â he says with a shrug. âYou went back to London a couple of weeks later and I wanted to spend time with my friend. There never seemed to be a right time.â He shoves his hands in his pockets and balances from one leg to another. âYou looked really sad, Y/N. Iâve never seen you look that way before.â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
Sunghoon listens as you sigh and you push yourself from the railing. Your back touches the cold metal as you look beside yourself to see him.
âI deluded myself into thinking Heeseung mightâve felt something for me too,â you admit. âItâs not that girls and boys canât be friends, but towards the end of our friendship, it was like something shifted.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHeâdâŠtouch me longer. Hugs, pulling me by my waist at parties, lingering near me at Rikiâs bonfires, that kind of thing. He started playing with my fingers a lot more. Heeseung never used to touch me like that. Heâd interrupt conversation with guys to pull me away. I always knew what he was doing but I liked him so much that I didnât care if he interrupted a good thing between me and someone else.â
Sunghoon purses his lips and watches as you look ahead at the glass doors to see your friends laughing. âI noticed that too.â
âWhen we were alone, it felt like he was one sentence away from telling me he loved me more than a friend. Not that platonic crap that the eight of us tell each other, but the deep shit where that kind of love comes from kindred souls.â
âHeeseungâs too stupid to see whatâs good for him anyway.â Sunghoon pulls a laugh out of you and heâs glad to hear it.
âBut then I confessed to him the night of that bonfire.â You bite your lip at the memory, willing yourself not to tear up. âI mean, you heard him. He told me he didnât feel the same way and didnât want to ruin our friendship because it was perfect as it was.â
âAnd then you heard heâd gotten together with Seulgi.â
âYeah.â You nod once and look down at your drink.
âThey werenât together long,â Sunghoon says. âShe wanted more but he didnât want to give that to her. The boys were confused because he seemed to be really happy with her until he broke it off so sudden. I always thought it was because he felt too guilty after rejecting you.â
âWhat did the guys think?â
âRiki hated her. I have a feeling it was because she wasnât you, though. I think Sunoo, Jungwon, and Jake were surprised when heâd gotten together with Seulgi after you left and were trying to be nice about it. Jay was indifferent, but then again, you two werenât as close as you were with the rest of them until he visited you while you were away.â
âDid his opinion change?â
âDefinitely. Heeseung had a period of time in the new year where he went on a couple of dates with her, telling us he mightâve made a mistake by breaking things off too soon.â Sunghoon shakes his head as he tells the story. âJay was unbelievably pissed.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know how he gets when heâs angry. Heâs quiet and doesnât talk until heâs calm. But it was like a volcano erupted, or something. Jay came back mid January to find out Heeseung had been seeing Seulgi for a couple of weeks and completely lost it on him. He said things about not knowing a good thing if it spat in his face and how he ruined every chance of happiness because of his own doing.â
âWowâŠI didnât know Jay said that.â
âIt was scary. Heeseung tried to fight back and say it was his life and that Jay didnât have a right to say what he could and couldnât do, but the poor guy never stood a chance. Jay asked him if he would be happy if you came back to see him dating Seulgi and that shut him up real quick.â
âWhat do I have to do with it?â you ask. âHe rejected me before I left.â
âI donât know,â Sunghoon says truthfully. âI always thought that Heeseung was trying to redeem himself through Seulgi. But I guess weâll never truly know.â
âItâs been almost a year,â you reminisce. âYouâd think I wouldâve gotten over him by now after spending time in Europe with, well, other boys.â
âHeâs not just any guy who rejected you,â Sunghoon says. He looks out at the street, finding the words to say. âYou two had been best friends since before me or the guys got to know either of you. Thereâs a special kind of bond between people who grew up together, you know?
âI think a large part of you misses being friends with him. Sure, rejection always stings, but itâs knowing that you donât have your best friend that hurts you more.â
âJeez,â you chide. âYou always know how I feel.â
Sunghoon laughs. âIâm just observant. I know that itâs hard to be on this trip because Heeseungâs trying to be that friend you once knew. He probably feels guilty for giving you the cold shoulder during your first few weeks back in Seoul.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah, well heâs not doing a great job showing it. Life would be easier if he left me alone.â
âBut do you want that?â
You cast your eyes to the floor. âNo, I donât.â
Satisfied with your answer, Sunghoon nods.
âYou know, I knew Heeseung had feelings for you the night we played spin the bottle just before we graduated high school.â
âDonât be ridiculous, Hoon. He never liked me.â
Sunghoon shakes his head. âDo you remember what happened that night?â
âVaguely. I remember that being my first time trying alcohol and Jake having to cut me off when I couldnât walk straight.â
He nods. âWhen you were sober enough to string a few sentences together, some girl suggested playing spin the bottle. When it was your turn to spin, it landed on me.â
You make a face. âAh. I do remember kissing you.â
âWell you donât have to look grossed out,â Sunghoon teases. âEveryone knew it was awkward because weâd been friends for like, five years at that point. We were both so flustered that the kiss lasted for maybe two seconds before everyone cheered.
âHeeseung was pissed. I saw him looking at me like Iâd killed his family, or something. I swore I could see steam coming out of his ears. He wouldnât talk to me for a week because Iâd been your first kiss.â
âSeriously?â
âDead serious.â Sunghoon laughs at the memory. âHe wouldnât answer my texts. In the group chat we were in, heâd acknowledge everyone but me. It wasnât until a week later when we were all hanging out that I told him there was nothing between us and it was awkward to kiss you in front of our friends.â
You stand there, dumbfounded. âHuh.â
âIâve never told anyone that,â he confesses. âI doubt anyone remembers us kissing except for him. I assumed this would be a story Iâd tell you and the guys when you both eventually got together.â
He murmurs an apology. âItâs okay, Hoon. Iâm glad you told me. I guess Iâm justâŠconfused. Why did he reject me if he allegedly liked me?â
âI wish I knew. He was miserable when you left and refused to talk about you moving back to Europe for your final year abroad. Heeseung was really sad when he found out you werenât coming home for Christmas break.â
âI couldnât bear to see him. I was so heartbroken and the friends here tonight were consoling me in the way they knew how. I knew Iâd be a depressed wreck if I came back home.â
âThat makes sense,â Sunghoon affirms for you. âIâm glad you met up with Jay while he was here, though. You got some kind of Christmas gift from home.â
âMe too. I feel like Jay and I got closer because of it. I knew he could tell something was off but he didnât say anything about it. Something tells me he knows more than he cares to say.â
âYou know Jay.â You both nod. âMore observant and caring than the rest of us. Part of me thinks Heeseungâs jealous of your new friendship with him since the two of you basically planned this whole trip on your own.â
âWell, Jay has more international travel experience and his dad knows the right people,â you say with a shrug. âI spent four years of my life here. It makes sense.â
âTo us, yes. To Heeseung? I think his feelings cloud his judgment.â
âHe never used to confuse me,â you admit. âWe used to talk about how much we hated when people made us guess how they felt or what they were thinking. We always said it was unfair if you make people you love, make you guess their intentions. But heâs doing that to me and itâs been driving me insane.
âSometimes I wonder if I shouldâve kept my mouth shut. I watched him date girls in high school. I watched him with what I thought would be his first serious girlfriend during our first year of college before he went through that short hookup phase. God, that hurt me so bad and I couldnât say anything because it wasnât my life.â
âFor what itâs worth, I think it was brave of you to confess to him,â Sunghoon tells you. âI donât say that as a cheap cop out to make you feel better either. You know me, Iâm really sentimental about things even if I donât come off that way. To confess your feelings to someone who you loveâŠone can only hope to hear that someday.â
You nudge your shoulder with his. âYou say that like you didnât have girls begging for a date.â
Sunghoon laughs and you know what he means.
âYouâve always been the bravest of all of us,â he continues. âI think the reason why I wanted to be friends with you when we were kids is because you didnât take bullshit from people. I was too shy to stand up for myself between my career as a figure skater while trying to be a normal kid. You and Heeseung offered that kind of normalcy. I could see you two in the bleachers at my competitions and then weâd go out for ice cream like it was any other day.â
âWell, now youâre going to make me cry.â
âI mean it, Y/N. Youâre a great friend and a great person. I hope Heeseung hasnât fucked things up too bad that you leave his life for good.â
You shiver. âMe too.â
âTalk to him,â Sunghoon advises. âDo it before we leave. Youâre removed from your life back home.â You open your mouth to refute but he beats you to the chase. âIf it doesnât work out, then youâll know your answer when you go home and you can resume your life without Heeseung in it.â
Sunghoon leaves you alone with your thoughts but makes you promise that youâll join the group soon.
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When you walk back into the pub, Jake clouds your personal space before you can even think about ordering another drink.
âJesus, Hoon. Couldnât you have offered Y/N your jacket if you guys were gonna be out that long? Poor girl looks like sheâs about to freeze to death.
Jakeâs affinity for the dramatic never ceases. Your friends look at your goosebumps and the way youâre acclimating to the warmer temperature inside while Sunghoon merely rolls his eyes.
âIâm fine,â you say. âWe only came in because I started to get cold.â
âLet me get my jacket for you,â Heeseung says as he rises from his seat.
âNo.â Youâre sure you say it too abruptly, but you canât bear the thought of wearing his clothes after the conversation you just had. âIâm fine, honestly.â
âStop being stubborn and wear a damn jacket,â Leo chides, wrapping his coat around your shoulders. âYou have this habit of never bringing one when you need it and it drives me crazy.â
âBut thatâs what I have you for, donât I?â
As you tug the material closer to your body, Sunghoon watches as Heeseung stares at Leo with a hard expression.
âNot when youâre back in Seoul, you goof.â Leo takes your empty glass. âIâm glad you have these guys back at home. They seem really good for you.â
âI love them a lot.â You say it so tenderly with your head tilted as you look at the boys youâd call family, only for them to coo at your clearly vulnerable, inebriated state.
âMy mother, my older sister, and best friend,â Riki says with a hiccup as he engulfs you in a hug. âSeriously, I would be dead in a ditch without you.â
âI donât know a better person,â Sunoo chimes in from where heâs seated.
âThere was one time where Y/N had this lemon phase where she couldnât stop drinking lemonade or eating lemon candy,â Jake tells the group. âNow I think of her every time I see something yellow.â
âThatâs kind of fitting though, isnât it?â Leo asks. âYellow for sunshine.â
Everybody agrees and it makes your cheeks and neck warm up. You hide yourself in Leoâs jacket, but God, Heeseung wishes he could hide you in his arms instead.
Still, he canât help but agree with Leo. If thereâs any truth to his words, itâs that you are made of pure, unfiltered sunshine.
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The next morning, all eight of you board the train for a two-hour ride to Paris. For the next five days, youâll be acting as a tourist rather than tour guide, for the most part. Jay volunteers to take the lead since you did most of the heavy lifting in London. You do, however, chime in to give him a few recommendations from your prior visits to the city.
Sunghoonâs advice plagues your thoughts, so much so that Jungwon has had to guide you out of the hotel and into the cab before arriving at the train station. Both he and Sunoo look a bit worried about you, but you wave them off and tell them you had one too many to drink. You know they donât believe you but youâre grateful they donât press on.
Paris is much more beautiful than you remember it, and itâs likely due to the fact that youâre here on vacation, not because you wanted a weekend getaway to escape the stress of midterms and exams. The people are just as indifferent as ever. Youâre able to practice some of your basic French to order coffee and pastries for everyone. Itâs a feat that leaves Heeseung impressed and you try not to acknowledge him when you see his jaw drop.
The hotel itself is more beautiful than the last. You have the room with the balcony and double doors leading to a breathtaking view of the buildings and streets below. Itâs unlike anything youâve ever seen, even if the streets are littered with trash and the people are a bit too loud. It still feels charming.
The rooming situation is the same as London, with you in the single room and the rest of the boys to fend for themselves. This time, Jungwon, Jay, and Sunghoon are sharing the three bedroom with Heeseung and Jake sharing another, and Sunoo and Riki in the other double. The hotel mustâve miscalculated the rooming situation and put your single room at the end of the hallway away from the others, but you arenât complaining.
The first few days are filled with happiness and dread, namely when you see Heeseung as you begin your day. He has a knack for making you laugh until you come to the notion that you really shouldnât be finding his jokes very funny because he doesnât deserve that kind of reaction from you.
In fact, he doesnât deserve your attention after ignoring you for as long as he has. Seeing Leo again brought up memories of crying in his flat with Elizabeth and drinking too much wine to forget the pain temporarily. Your friends invited you to a night spent in the pub after Leo begged his brother to close it for the night so that you could have a free space to drink and talk about Heeseung until your voice gave out.
Your irritation carries over and Heeseung can tell when you move away from him when he tries to stand next to you. Heâs hurt but he tries to understand that you have a right to be, even if he knows in his heart the reasons why he acted the way he did. He just needs to find time to talk to you, even if the conversation doesnât end the way he hopes it will.
With two days left on the trip, youâve eaten your way through the streets of Paris and have done your fair share of shopping. Each of the boys had bought you a small token of their appreciation (Heeseung paid for your latte, Jay purchased a small wallet from Prada, Jake gifted you new sunglasses, Sunghoon a charm for your bracelet, Sunoo a bowl of pasta for lunch, Jungwon a pair of earrings, and Riki a new jacket that looks similar to his from back home). It warms your heart to know you have people who care about you enough to show and tell you.
The Eiffel Tower calls your name one late afternoon and by the time you all manage to walk up, the sun is setting below the horizon. There are couples around Heeseung who are taking photos left and right, one of which asks him to take a few pictures for them. He canât help but wish he was in their place, asking a stranger to take a photo of the two of you as he kisses the apple of your cheek. Heeseung snaps a few good ones before the couple thanks him.
It doesnât help that you look like a walking goddess. Truth be told, Heeseung wanted to buy you more than just coffee when the boys agreed to each give you something as a token of their gratitude. Heeseung had come up with a list of ideas he wanted advice for, but it was Sunghoon whoâd told him to keep it simple for your sake. He was right, as always, because you thanked him with a pleasant smile instead of ignoring him like you had in the days prior. Heeseung gets the feeling that you wouldnât appreciate a grand gesture from him right now.
He hates that he canât read you like he used to. He hates that the other friends know you better than he does, and he hates that heâs in the City of Love and he canât call you his girlfriend.
Riki and Jungwon are more perceptive than they let on. Heeseung sees the way their eyes dart between the two of you and how theyâve been trying their best to navigate the new dynamic. Riki, especially, hadnât been receptive of Seulgi the first time Heeseung invited her to a bonfire. Heeseung had overheard the younger boy telling Jungwon it wasnât the same without you there and that heâd rather go home than spend another minute getting to know someone who wasnât you.
At the time, Heeseung was beyond irritated and refused to speak to Riki for the rest of the night. Now, however, he understands why Riki acted the way he did.
You look so beautiful underneath a Parisian sunset. Heeseung knows heâs staring. Heâs grateful that youâre too preoccupied with Sunghoon taking photos of you. But God, he wishes youâd laugh at him like that.
âYou should talk to her,â Jake says from beside him. Heeseung jumps at his sudden appearance. âSorry, didnât mean to scare you.â
âI want to.â Heeseung says it out loud for the first time. He wants to work it out with you and get his best friend back in whatever way youâll allow. âI miss her, Jake. I miss being her friend and I fucked up when I rejected her.â
Heeseung doesnât notice Jakeâs eyes widen at the sudden admission. Jake had his fair share of theories and considered Heeseung to be his best friend, but even he knew there was a limit about what he was willing to share and what he kept to himself. Heeseungâs friendship with you was something he stopped trying to learn a few years after he got to know you; Heeseung had a soft spot for you and had no problem letting people know that. It wasnât until you mentioned to Jake that you hadnât spoken to Heeseung in months that he knew something was up.
âShe clearly cares about you,â Jake says. âShe wouldnât be on this trip if she didnât.â
âBut sheâs been ignoring me the past three days. And before you say it, yes, I know that she has a valid reason to, but Iâm hurt and I want to make things better.â
âYou have to let her take the reins and let her talk to you when she wants to,â Jake advises. âYou know how she is. Y/Nâs headstrong and she might not know how she feels right now, but she always knows whatâs best for her. Youâre good for her, Heeseung. Let her come to that conclusion on her own.â
Heeseung relinquishes his breath. âYouâre right. I justâŠmiss her. A lot. Things will never go back to the way they used to but I donât think I want them to. I used to pray every night that I could somehow make everything like it was before that night but now I want more than that. She deserves better and I want to be better for her, not that coward who was too scared to try something new with the person he loves.â
His friendâs words bring a smile to Jakeâs lips. âWell I, for one, believe in you. I think the rest of the guys do too.â
âI know,â Heeseung says softly with his eyes on you.
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You canât believe you leave Europe in two days as you sip your wine. Jayâs father was gracious enough to reach out to his friend at the hotelâs restaurant to negotiate having this meal compensated. Itâs a gesture you hold onto and make a mental note to write a thoughtful note when you settle back in Korea. Jay sits next to you and partakes in the wine activities with you, namely picking out two different bottles to share with the table. Talking to Jay like this makes you feel otherworldly, like youâve gotten more experience out of life since you chose to study abroad. You feel lucky, in a sense, that your life has given you more than you expected it too.
The younger boys head upstairs after dessert and bid you all a goodnight in case they donât see you before falling asleep. For the next thirty minutes or so, itâs the five of you laughing away at the hotel bar like old times, reminiscing about embarrassing moments from high school or how difficult it was to hear Jakeâs Korean when he first moved.
The Australian leaves as soon as he yawns. Sunghoon, a little too tipsy upon standing from the bar table, presses a gentle kiss to your head when he says goodnight to the rest of you. Jay gives your arm a reassuring squeeze and you understand for the first time that he always knew you better than he let on. He says goodnight and tells the bartender to charge his room whenever you two close the tab.
Now, you and Heeseung are sitting together, mere inches apart as the Parisian sky twinkles with stars above the two of you.
Neither of you know what to say. You fidget with the glass and contemplate on whether you should head up as well. Heeseung can sense your awkwardness and wish he hadnât messed things up so badly that you canât stand to be alone with him without thinking of an escape plan. He misses when the two of you could sit in complete silence and still feel comfortable around one another.
âThank you for showing us around,â he speaks up before you can make the decision to leave. âI remember you talking about all of the places you showed us when you first moved here. Iâve always wanted to visit.â
âReally?â
Heeseung nods. âI used to be so jealous that you got the opportunity to travel abroad every time you talked about it. But I think I like it better this way, with you as the tour guide.â
That brings a laugh out of you and Heeseung canât help but smile. He doesnât care if itâs the alcohol allowing your walls to come down. Heâs grateful for the chance.
âI used to write down places I wanted to show you,â you confess. âThere were so many places that reminded me of where weâd used to hang out as kids. It always felt like there was a part of you with me.â
His heart melts. âI wish I couldâve visited you while you were here. Your friends seem pretty cool.â
âThey are.â Heeseung watches you smile. âTheyâve been with me through a lot and helped me get over this fear of failing in a different country. My friend Suki, who now lives in Tokyo, was the first person to really get me out of my shell and convinced me to go out. Awkward Y/N? Going to clubs?â
âYou know how to dance, though. I bet you killed it.â
âA little too much, perhaps. I didnât date or hook up much, but there were a few times that I did.â Heeseungâs heart begins to sink as does his hope. This is not where he wanted to lead the conversation but his ears perk up at your next point. âBut I wasnât happy doing that so I stopped making out with random guys on the dance floor.â
âIf only thirteen-year-old you could see you then,â he teases. You bump his shoulders with yours and he feels electricity running down his arm.
âI think I did a good job adjusting and learning. There were times where I felt like I didnât know what I was doing with my life because I couldnât decide if I wanted to stay in London or go back to Seoul. That burden felt too much.â
âFor what itâs worth, Iâm glad you came back home.â
Your head whips to look at Heeseung, who can only sit and watch as your eyes begin to water.
âWhy didnât you say anything when I texted and called you?â you ask meekly, your voice barely above a whisper. âWhy didnât you see me when I came back?â
âI know.â He gulps. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Iâm so, so sorry.â
You sniffle and Heeseung wants to cry too. âEveryone came to pick me up at the airport. I kept looking for you but you werenât there. Jake had to pull me away from baggage claim because he said you werenât coming but I didnât listen. I told him he was wrong. You always come.â
Heeseungâs soul breaks with every crack in your voice and with the way your lips quiver. He sees your mascara beginning to smudge and resists the urge to wipe it away so that your eyes may look fresh and dry.
âIâm sorry,â he repeats. âI have no excuse.â
âI wanted my best friend but you never showed up for me. You didnât call or text me when you knew I was home and I had to wait until Rikiâs bonfire to see you.â
âI was an idiot and stupid,â is the only answer Heeseung can come up with. âI used to be so scared of change. You left the country and I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do with my life but it was so hard without you in it.â
âThen why did you leave me?â
His heart shatters.
Youâve turned away from him in an attempt to walk back to your hotel room. However, Heeseung has learned his lesson. He doesnât let you stray too far and gently tugs your wrist to pull you into his chest and is surprised when you donât fight him off of you.
He doesn't care that your tears have stained his shirt or that youâre hiccupping into his clothes. All Heeseung wants to do is let you know heâs here for you now, despite his past mistakes and clouded judgment. Heeseung loves you for your bravery and vulnerability. He can only hope you understand that.
âLetâs go to your room, yeah? I can help you take your makeup off.â
Whether from the alcohol or your need to be near Heeseung, you let him guide you to the elevator. He digs in your purse for your room key and coaxes you to sit in the bathroom while he locks the door. This routine feels a bit familiar; in his youth, he learned how you like to take your makeup off and get ready for bed after a particularly rough night drinking. He could never understand why he hadnât minded taking the extra step and to keep himself sober when you were in the vicinity, but he understands it now.
Heeseung meets you in the bathroom and washes his hands before putting your hair in a ponytail. He bites his lips when he sees your fresh tears and mutters another apology, forcing himself not to wipe away the tears with his fingers. Instead, he lets you blot them with a tissue before gathering makeup remover in his hands and gently smears it all over your skin.
âI didnât like change,â he says after a quiet beat. âI was too cowardly to take what I wanted, even if the person I wanted said they wanted me too. I donât know why I didnât chase after you that night or why I thought you needed space before you left. I donât have an explanation for any of it except to say that I was a coward who never wanted anything to change between us.â
Heeseung warms a wet cloth and wipes the balm away until heâs satisfied and moves on with your favorite cleanser, rubbing it between his hands until it foams.
âI think, deep down, Iâve always loved you more than I led on. I canât think of any moment in my life where you werenât there or times that I didnât want you around. Even when we were in elementary school and everyone kept saying we would get cooties from each other, I wanted you with me.â
He lets you wash your face and applies the rest of your products on as you once taught him.
âIâve always had this sense of pride when it came to being your friend. Everyone always talked about how cool you were because you always knew what to say and when to say it. I love that about you, you know. You have a way of making people feel like theyâre really special. I donât know why I was so afraid of that.
âI love who you are and what you believe in. You make the world a better place for everyone around you. How you treated me was a small fraction of why I love you. I love your passions and that you arenât afraid to chase after them. I love that you stick with the same boba order even though you tell yourself youâll try something new. I love that you hate the beach but go with us every time we ask. I love when you get a little drunk because you donât fight me when I want to take care of you.â
Heeseung swallows. âBut mostly, I just really love you.â
You open your eyes for the first time. Heeseung can only stare.
âYou really hurt me.â
He glances down. âI know. Iâm sorry.â
âWhat hurt the most was knowing you werenât going to be there as my best friend, Heeseung. I could handle your rejection. I could find a way to get over you. But I could never get over losing our friendship. I never wanted you out of my life because itâs better with you in it.â
âPlease donât get over me,â Heeseung croaks. His own eyes begin to swell and he forces a choked sob down his throat, aggressively wiping his eyes to rid himself of tears. He presses his forehead against yours. âI donât want you to get over me.â
You donât say anything for a few moments. Heeseung swears he feels the blood rushing to his ears as he anticipates your response and heâs sure that even if what you say isnât what he wants to hear, heâs happy to wear his feelings on his sleeve for once in his life.
âI donât think I could even if I tried.â
Heeseungâs heart stops beating. He doesnât kiss you even though he wants to. He doesnât take your hand and pull you into him like his heart tells him to. Instead, he whispers a quiet thanks and is surprised when he hears you laugh.
âI canât apologize enough. I donât want to make you feel like you have to do or say anything.â
âI know,â you whisper. Heeseung's hands are dangling awkwardly by his side. He feels like pushing his forehead against yours was too much. But your hands reach for him and you give him a squeeze.
Heeseung throws caution out of the window and envelopes you in a hug. He feels your body melt against his and canât help but look at the way youâve folded into his chest in the bathroom mirror, with your head in his neck and his cheek on the crown of your head. Heeseung missed holding you like thisâwith your bodies intertwined as if you were two soulmates who were forced apart upon creation.
He stroked your back with his hand and kept the other secured around your waist. Your soft breaths touch his skin and it feels like heâs got electricity running through his veins.
âIâm sorry,â Heeseung whispers again. âI will keep apologizing until you know the depth of my regret.â
The boy feels like heâs floating when you press a soft kiss to his exposed chest, mentally thanking Jake for forcing him to let loose and unbutton a few.
âYou could start by staying with me until I fall asleep,â you say. âLike old times.â
He tries not to punch the air. âI can do that.â
Heeseung waits in the bathroom until youâve changed into comfortable clothing. He isnât surprised when he sees you in shorts and an oversized shirt. Itâs reminiscent of what you used to wear when youâd sleep in the guest bedroom in his house or vice versa, but now that heâs acknowledged his feelings for you, he canât help but coo at how cute and sleepy you look.
You tuck yourself in bed with the blankets to your chin and he completely melts to the floor. You pat the spot next to him and he sits on top of the blankets.
âUnder the covers, silly.â
âI donât want to rush it,â Heeseung says in a panic.
âWe arenât rushing. Weâre two best friends who got each other back.â
Heeseung has never been more relieved. Though, he knows youâre a stickler for outside clothes in bed, so he makes the decision to take your key card and change.
âIâm not leaving you,â he says when he notices you rise from your spot on the bed. He holds two key cards to prove it and leans over to press a soft kiss to your cheek. âIâm going to change and then Iâll be right back. I promise.â
He comes back ten minutes later. It warms your heart at the sight of him and you feel the comfort in your body when he slides underneath the covers.
You surprise yourself when you move to lay your head on his chest with your arm around his body. Heeseung doesnât seem to mind, though, and he pulls you closer to him like youâve done it a million times before. The two of you have wanted this for too long to make it feel awkward.
âWhat did Jake say when you came into the room?â you ask.
âHe was half asleep until I turned the light on but he asked me if we resolved things. I told him yes and then he asked if I was staying the night with you when he saw me leaving.â
âAm I right to assume he was more excited about having the room to himself?â
Heeseung laughs. âThat you are.â
âDeep down, I think Jake knew weâd find our way. I think they all did.â
âIâm sorry,â Heeseung whispers once more. You quiet him with a kiss to his cheek.
âI know, Hee. We can talk more tomorrow. For now, letâs sleep.â
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The next morning, Heeseung wakes up before you do and frowns when your bodyâs all the way on the other side of the bed. He leans over your sleeping frame and brushes strands of hair from your face, admiring how serene you look in your sleep. For a moment, Heeseung ponders if itâs too soon to wake you up the way heâd like to, but if last night was any indication about how you felt, heâd be willing to take the chance.
He leans down to kiss your forehead and both of your cheeks repeatedly until your eyes flutter open. Heeseung thinks he could listen to your laugh every morning with the way you wince at the sunlight and how his lips touch your skin. Still, your gaze finds its way to Heeseungâs and you canât help but smile.
There was a brief moment before you fell asleep that youâd wondered if youâd been too quick to forgive him. But for as hurtful as the past year was, you canât help but acknowledge the steps he took during the trip in an attempt to undo all of the contempt you had built for him. You owe it to yourself to be happy with Heeseung.
âGood morning, pretty girl,â Heeseung says with his morning voice that sounds a little too good for seven in the A.M. âDid you sleep well?â
âSlept like a baby. I feel like one too.â
âThatâs because you are a baby,â Heeseung teases, kissing your cheeks and then the tip of your nose. âMy baby.â
âI really want breakfast but Iâm too lazy to get up from the bed.â
âWe could always order in. Iâll pay.â
You shake your head. âIâll be too tempted to stay in bed and itâs our last full day in Paris. Letâs just get ready and have breakfast at the hotel restaurant?â
The both of you are halfway done eating breakfast when the rest of your friends trickle in, joining your table and the ones next to you. It takes them a while to wake up, but itâs Sunghoon who speaks up first.
âIâm assuming you two talked?â
âAnd made up,â you say with a tilt of your head.
âThatâs my girl,â Sunghoon says proudly, sipping on his coffee.
âIâll let that slide since weâre all friends,â Heeseung jokes. You laugh and, for the first time in a while, you donât feel guilty about it.
âI had the whole room to myself, too. I woke up and didnât have to fight anyone for the bathroom,â says Jake.
Riki nearly spits his juice out. âYou guys slept together?â
âNot like that!â youâre quick to exclaim. âHe just slept over. Slept. As in, we closed our eyes and actually slept.â
âBoth of us knew we needed our beauty sleep before dealing with the six of you asking us questions,â Heeseung adds. âBut for your information, we made up. We still have things to figure out, but weâre back to being friends.â
âHopefully more than that,â Jungwon coughs behind his coffee. He merely smiles when Heeseung looks in his direction.
âI think you two should spend the rest of the day by yourselves,â Jay suggests. âWe can either meet up for dinner or whenever we have to check out.â
âI second that,â Sunoo agrees. âYou two clearly need to talk.â
âI wanted to go shopping with Y/N again,â Riki says with a frown. Jake presumably knocks his shin with Rikiâs, who clears his throat. âBut you two should totally hang out without us.â
âI think we might,â Heeseung says, holding his hand out for you to take. He stands from his seat and encourages you to stand as well, leading you away from the table. âThanks for the breakfast, Jay!â
âIâm choosing to be the bigger person because Y/Nâs been through enough,â Jay mutters when Heeseung is out of hearshot, making the table laugh.
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âYou know, I think the reason why I had such a hard time reaching out was because weâd never gotten into something that serious before,â Heeseung admits. The gelato in your hand isnât as good as you remember it, but it does the job to cool you down on a particularly warm afternoon.
âWhat do you mean?â
âDo you remember when we were kids and how hard it was for me to talk to you about anything that was action movies or superheroes?â
âGod, you and your Superman cape from fourth grade,â you snort. âYou wore that thing to school everyday. Your dad had to wash it every night otherwise youâd refuse to go to sleep.â Heeseung shuts his eyes at the memory.
âYou were the only person I felt comfortable pouring my heart out to, you know. You were always the first person I called when I needed someone to talk to, but then I was the reason why you got hurtâŠI think part of me didnât know if I was allowed to reach out to you.
âItâs a stupid excuse, I know. But when I heard you were coming back to Seoul a few weeks before you did, I couldnât help but think about how many times I couldâve texted you.â
âYeah, you couldâve.â Heeseung merely nods at your agreement. âWeâve been through a lot over the years, but I guess thereâs a first time for everything.â
âI just wish I had come to this conclusion when it happened. I was so caught up in graduating and focusing on how I felt that I didnât consider how you mustâve been dealing with all of it. I donât think Iâve ever been so selfish in my life.â
âI think the time you refused to let me be friends with Jake because you said you needed friends aside from me was your second most selfish moment.â
Heeseung rolls his eyes. âQuit it. I was thirteen, okay?â
Neither of you particularly care to do any sightseeing today. It feels nice to walk side-by-side without the company of your other friends. The juxtaposition of how you felt towards the beginning of this trip compared to how relaxed you feel surprises you a tenfold, but you suppose that comes with genuine apologies and forgiveness.
Youâre willing to admit Heeseung looks criminally good in black jeans and a striped button down. He wears his clothes so effortlessly yet still looks like he couldâve taken his wardrobe from a magazine. Youâve always found it a bit unfair that Heeseung always manages to look so cool without trying too hard.
âYouâre staring,â he mutters, looking at you from the corner of his eye as the two of you walk down a cobblestone street.
âIâm not,â you lie. You turn your head to avoid his gaze, but Heeseung thinks he likes seeing you this shy. Itâs new territory for him, one that he wants to explore.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âGo for it.â
âWhy did you forgive me so quickly?â Heeseung asks. âI appreciate it, I really do, but a big part of me feels like I donât deserve that just yet.â
It takes you a while to answer. Why did you forgive him as fast as you did? For a week and a half, being in close quarters with Heeseung made you feel nothing but anxious and on edge, so why were you able to allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of him?
âIâve always held onto the idea that youâre a good person,â you begin. âIâve always admired that you intend to care for the people you love and make them feel like they have a place in your life. Youâve always made me feel safe, like I could run to you when things got too hard.
âWhat you did was in poor taste, sure, but making bad decisions doesnât mean youâre a bad person. I know you, Hee. I know how you get when youâre faced with a difficult choice and how long it takes for you to come around. I was justifiably hurt but I think a part of me always knew youâd fix it somehow.â
âI wish I could feel deserving of that kind of forgiveness.â
âYou know me. You know I wouldnât tell you that if I didnât feel like what Iâm saying is true. Iâll admit that I shocked myself with how quickly I let my guard down with youâŠbut youâre Heeseung. You've been my best friend since the first grade and youâre the boy I happen to have a really big crush on.â
Heeseung bites his lips at your confession, willing himself not to be too forward as to kiss you in the middle of the street. He sees your bravery and the way youâve put your heart directly in the palm of his hand, acting out of vulnerability even though the both of you knew he hurt you once before.
He doesnât say anything. He doesnât need to. Instead, Heeseung grabs your hands and locks his fingers with yours, squeezing three times to tell you he loves you.
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The afternoon comes and goes with little to no plan. Heeseungâs a bit worried that he hasnât heard anything from the boys and heâs rendered shocked that youâve taken it upon yourself to let the day take you where it may instead of finding the next spot to visit.
As if on cue, Jay texts him with plans for the evening.
jjongcaprio: 20:00, PĂ©trelle. Itâs a five minute walk from the hotel
jjongcaprio: I made reservations for you and Y/N tonight. Donât worry about me and the boys, just take her out on a romantic date
jjongcaprio: The billâs covered. The reservationâs under your name btw
heeseung: bro i cannot ask you to do this
jjongcaprio: You donât have to. You and I both know Y/N deserves to be wined and dined
jjongcaprio: Plus I saw you looking at a few restaurants when we were on the train. I managed to pull some strings for you and got a last minute reservation for tonight
heeseung: thank you jayâŠi really donât know what iâd do without you
jjongcaprio: Itâs really not a problem, bro. Promise me that youâll try to be happy with her. The guys and I are rooting for you two
âSo,â Heeseung clears his throat as he looks up from his phone, âI think you and I should go out for dinner.â
âWhere are you thinking of going? I can text the others and see if theyâre done sightseeing, or whatever it is theyâre doing.â
âI mean just us two.â He stands awkwardly when youâve turned your attention to him, his feet planted on the sidewalk beneath him as if thatâll help steady his beating heart.
âLike a date?â
âYes,â he says immediately. âLike I date. I, Heeseung, am asking you out on a date. Tonight. At eight.â
âI, Y/N, would love to go on a date with you. At eight.â
The twinkle in your eye and your coy nature makes him feel like a teenager again. He leads you into the hotel and walks you to your door before stepping back as you step inside.
âWeâve got an hour and a half before we need to leave. Iâll come by and then we can walk together. The restaurant is only a five minute walk, so you can wear those new heels I know you feel guilty buying.â
âTheyâre really pretty though,â you rationalize.
Heeseung nods. âGorgeous, actually. Maybe youâll be as tall as me if you wear them.â
âWeâll just have to see, wonât we?â
Heeseung bites his bottom lip as you disappear behind the door, locking eyes with you until youâre completely out of sight. Flirting with you like this is a completely new phenomenon for him. Heâs only daydreamed about what you might say if he said something a little too suggestive or how you might act if he dedicated a wink in your direction. Heeseung had never considered that heâd be the one flustered, cheeks reddening to the point where he starts to feel shy.
His nerves are endless as he picks out an outfit for tonight. Heeseung sends a quick text to his parents, who had pressured him into bringing nice clothes for a fancy dinner, and spends a few minutes updating them on the events of the past few days. His mother is pleased, to put it lightly, and sends a handful of emoticons to display her happiness. His father tells him words of encouragement before making Heeseung promise to bring you for dinner as his girlfriend, not just his best friend.
With the last touch of his cologne, Heeseung looks at himself in the mirror and tries not to think too hard about how he looks. Youâre Y/N, his best friend since he can remember, and youâve seen him with snot dripping from his nose.
âI look fine,â he says to himself in the mirror. âY/N will like the look because your mom picked it out and we know those two agree on everything. Absolutely nothing to worry about.â
Heeseungâs only regret is he doesnât have a bouquet of flowers to present you with as he makes his way to your hotel room. He wipes his palms on his trousers and takes a deep breath before knocking on your door.
When it opens, heâs met with the sight of you in a short black dress that hugs your hips to accentuate your body. The dress itself is an elegant, spaghetti strap number with a flattering neckline paired with jewelry that makes your skin appear to be glowing. Your heels match well with the dress youâve chosen, so much so that Heeseungâs jaw drops when his eyes rake over your body.
âWow,â he mutters. âJustâŠwow.â
âIâm not used to you being speechless,â you say mildly, closing the door behind you.
âYou look gorgeous,â he sputters. âI shouldnât be seen with you tonight.â
âYouâre dramatic, Hee.â You give him a once over and Heeseung thinks he wouldnât mind you checking him out as you please. âYou look handsome as ever.â
He beams at the compliment and holds his arm out for you.
âShall we?â
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Heeseung knows the type of person you are and what you value, yet he still renders himself shocked when you allow him to take control of the evening. He knows you donât need to have the expensive consequences that come with a first date or to be sipping the most luxurious wine to be happy, but Heeseung canât help but feel like you deserve to feel as elegant as you look every once in a while.
The host leads the two of you to a table with the most gorgeous view of the Parisian scenery. The twinkling stars paired with the dimly lit restaurant adds a romantic touch to the evening. Heeseung mentally thanks Jay for preparing wine recommendations so neither of you have to think too much about it.
For a moment, heâs worried that heâs reached too far out of his depth. The fanciest thing Heeseung has ever done with you is eat ramen after prom in your best outfits because you both came to the conclusion that prom should be spent with someone you actually like. Itâs funny in hindsight when he thinks about it now.
You look so beautiful like this, allowing yourself to be taken care of by him. Talking to you over the table feels like youâre back in Korea before all that transpired. The food is impeccable and Heeseung thanks his lucky stars that he and Jay got it right. You sing praises left and right.
Dinner ends much quicker than heâd like as the two of you finish dessert. The waiter tells him the bill has been taken care of and Heeseung sits in his seat awkwardly as you look out the window to see the view from outside. But he hears the live band in the background and sees a few older couples slow dancing from where he sits and makes up his mind.
âDo you want to dance?â
You pull your attention to him. For a moment, he thinks heâs asked the most absurd question known to man when he recalls all the times you refused to make a home on the dance floor until youâve gotten at least four drinks in your system.
You surprise him.
âIâd love to, Hee.â
The room disappears when he leads you to the dance floor. He mimics the other dancers and takes the lead, swaying your bodies back and forth to the melody of the music. You smell of vanilla and cinnamon, a scent so distinctly you that it makes him grin like a man in love.
âThank you for tonight,â you say against his neck. âI wonât lie when I say I feel like a princess.â
âThatâs because you are a princess,â Heeseung says, kissing the top of your head. âYou deserve to be treated like one.â
âI canât believe you pulled this off so quickly. Donât restaurants like these require reservations?â
He chuckles nervously. âAbout thatâŠJay helped me with the details. I was looking up restaurants to take you to if I got the chance before our trip ended. I guess he saw the list and chose the most romantic one out of the bunch.â
âI owe Jay a thank you.â
âWe both do.â
âI feel lucky to have people in my life who care about me this much,â you say. âIâm so happy youâre back in my life.â
âIâm happy to be in it.â Heeseung squeezes your waist. âDeep down, itâs always been you that Iâve loved. Thereâs not a single person who makes me feel the way you do.â
âYeah?â
You feel him nod. âIâll say it until you believe me. Iâll even yell it in this restaurant right now.â
âPlease donât,â you laugh. âI believe you.â
The sound of the melody overtakes the conversation. You feel Heeseungâs steady heartbeat as he expertly moves your bodies together on the dance floor. When you close your eyes, you think of this moment and how badly you want to commit it to memory, no longer in anguish over the tribulations of the past year. It feels nice to let go of your worries, even better that you have Heeseung back.
âI really want to kiss you,â he murmurs under his breath. You pull your head back.
âThen you should kiss me.â
Heeseung wastes no time and pulls you into him, one arm around your waist and the other behind your neck. His mouth finds yours when he decides he loves the taste of red wine on your lips. It feels poetic to be kissing you for the first time as youâre both dressed to the nines in the middle of Paris. To him, kissing you feels like a breath of fresh air and the start of something new. For you, kissing him feels like coming home.
When he pulls back, you search for his eyes.
âTake me back to the hotel,â you whisper.
Heeseung feels his heart drop.
âIâm sorry. We can go back now.â
You grip the collar of his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt when he moves. Itâs only then that Heeseung sees the want in your eyes and the pure lust that clouds your pupils.
âTake me back to the hotel.â
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By the time your elevator reaches your floor, Heeseungâs dress shirt is completely unbuttoned with his toned chest exposed. Youâre barely able to detach yourself from his mouth when he pushes you out of the contraption. Your hand reaches for his as you pull him towards your room, digging through your purse when you feel Heeseungâs lips on the back of your neck.
âYou look sexy in my jacket,â he mumbles, pressing wet kisses to your skin.
âL-Let me find the key.â
âSo sexy.â His hands slide up the side of your body until he grips your waist.
When the door opens, you pull Heeseung inside with you and lock it shut before pushing his dress shirt off of his body, exposing his muscular build and broad shoulders. You arenât shy about hiding your lust, gazing all over his chest and abdomen as you feel your core drip with arousal.
âI like it when you look at me like that,â Heeseung says. He reaches for your hand and places it on his chest. You take the liberty to glide your nails down his abdomen, feeling the way he tenses underneath your touch.
âIâm really wet,â you say as you eye the tent that has grown in Heeseungâs pants.
âAre you?â he asks. âYou wonât mind if I check?â
You shake your head and Heeseung takes that as a green light, his hands finding the soft fabric of your dress before pushing his hand underneath it. He whimpers when his fingers come in contact with your wet lips. Itâs adorable, the way you push yourself against him to chase his lips while he fingers smear your wetness across the fabric of your panties.
âBed,â you mumble against his lips.
He follows where you pull him, loving the way you take control when you push him onto the mattress. Heeseung distracts himself to catch his breath from the overwhelming sense of pleasure to realize that youâve started to undo his belt buckle and take his hard cock out of his pants.
âYou donât have toââ
âI want your cock in my mouth,â you plead, looking him in the eye. âPlease let me.â
You sit politely on your knees as you unbuckle Heeseungâs pants. His chest rises and falls in anticipation and he looks down at you to see that your mouth is watering at the sight of him.
Heâs already fully hard; he has been since you started unbuttoning his shirt in the elevator. You spit directly onto the tip of his cock and he bites his lip at the sudden contact before watching as you swipe your hand up and down himself.
Heeseung doesnât want to think about how you learned to do what youâre doing to him. He doesnât want to think about the boys youâve kissed or the people who got to see you like this before. What he does know, however, is heâs the only person from here on out who will see you on your knees if he can help it.
Your mouth envelopes the head and Heeseung emits a short grunt. The tension between you two begins to slowly dissipate as you fit more of his cock inside of your mouth. Your tongue expertly traces every ridge and vein as you push your throat down onto him, causing Heeseung to put his palms on the mattress and throw his head back.
You hum around him when he moans. Heâs itching to put his hand behind your head but refuses the idea, letting you set your own pace. Heeseung watches as you switch your angle, sitting up to rest on your knees to push your head further down on him. He witnessed as you spread your legs, a choked moan coming from his throat in conjunction with a particular gag from your mouth.
Thereâs spit everywhere. Itâs trailing down your lips and connecting to his cock when you pull yourself from his body. Itâs seeping to his pants and heâs about to speak up when your motion attaches itself to his sensitive balls, licking at its warmth while your hand strokes him from atop.
âThatâs it. Fuuuuck.â
He bucks his hips once and curses. Heeseung feels your mouth envelop one of his balls, the pressure of your mouth around it making him feel a kind of euphoria he didnât know was possible. Your mouth moves to the other to give it the same treatment before retreating back to his cock. This time, your hand massages him from below as you suck on him.
When you look up at him and wink, he decides enough is enough.
âBaby,â Heeseung pants, attempting to push your head off of him. He thinks itâs so sexy that youâre turned on while giving him a blowjob. âBaby, please stop. I donât wanna come yet.â
You oblige and take your mouth off of him with a popping sound. You sit back and Heeseung stares at you through drooping eyelids in pure shock and amazement at how youâve managed to pull him to a near orgasm as quickly as you did.
âCome here,â he beckons with his fingers.
He attaches his mouth to yours and pushes his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring the warm, wet walls you have to offer. Heeseung decides that he loves the feeling of your tongue against his and lets you suck on the muscle.
You take your dress off to reveal sheer panties with nothing else on. Heeseungâs jaw drops at your beauty, but he also cannot believe how sexy his best friendâs body is. To him, you were sculpted from the hands of Aphrodite herself with great love and care. And itâs all for him.
âYou are so fucking sexy,â he murmurs, hovering over your body to press kisses to the valley of your chest. You let his hands roam and spread your legs to make room for him.
Heeseungâs head travels back to your chest and you watch as he envelops your right nipple in his mouth. âYour tits are just perfect.â
He makes a show out of it, hands cupping your breasts to massage them as his mouth works on you. He pushes your tits together and shoves his face between them, inhaling your scent while his tongue gathers whatever taste your body gives him. Heeseung moves to your left nipple and uses his tongue to flick the hardened bud over and over again until youâre arching your chest into his mouth.
He grinds himself into your core with his pants still loose around his legs. It brings a moan out of your throat and he swallows it whole with his lips pressed firmly against yours. The friction feels delicious with the fabric of your panties against the hardness of Heeseungâs cock. He grinds against you with the help of your hips rolling into his, your natural wetness coating his cock in your essence.
Heeseung moves his head to kiss your jawline, moving his mouth all over the expanse of your neck until he kisses right below your earlobe. You let out a particularly loud moan when he does, and Heeseung curses.
âShit. Yeah baby, make those sounds for me. Let me hear your pretty moans.â
His mouth attacks the area again and you arenât shy about it. Your hands tangle in his hair as he kisses your neck and grinds his cock against the wet panties, which have by now molded to the shape of your pussy.
Heeseung groans at the feeling of a particularly wet gush and lifts his hips enough to elicit a whimper out of your mouth. He experimentally lifts his hips again to align himself with you as he did before. The pressure must feel so good because your mouth hangs open with your eyes boring into his.
âThatâs it,â he encourages. âDoes my baby feel good?â You can only nod and he doesnât blame you. âThatâs a good baby. Fuck, youâre so wet, itâs driving me crazy.â
Heeseung feels your legs wrap around him and the way your heel pushes his lower back into your core. He takes the hint and quickens his pace, wanting nothing more than to see you come for him.
âYou gotta come for me now, pretty girl,â he coaxed. âYou deserve to come. Wonât you do that for me?â
Heeseung is sure that heâs never seen or heard anything more erotic compared to the vision of watching you come. Your mouth opens with breathy moans as you focus on your pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut as if youâre trying to savor the moment in your mind.
âAtta girl,â Heeseung praises when your hips grind into his. He keeps himself still and lets your body take over.
You eventually come down and realize Heeseung has yet to come, but thatâs the last thing on his mind. He sinks his body down to come face-to-face with your crotch and licks the come off of the soiled fabric of your panties. The sheerness gives him a sneak peek at your pussy, and he groans when he licks a slow, fat strip up your slit.
âYou taste so fucking delicious, baby.â He licks at you again, faster this time. âTastes like milk and honey.â
Heeseung kisses your wet panties over and over again, his soft lips providing jolts of pleasure. His hands roam around the soft flesh of your thighs and squeezes them as if he remembers youâre all his to touch. The feeling is one you want to commit to memory, but it seems like Heeseung knows your mind is working overtime because he reaches his hand to find yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
You let his hand go when he pulls it from you to slide the useless barrier down your legs and to undo the straps of your heels. He takes great care to kiss your skin tenderly, starting by your ankle and making his way down just shy of where you need him the most. Heeseung repeats the process on the other leg until he comes face to face with your glistening core, licking his lips as if he doesnât know where to start.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â he says before placing a soft kiss to your clit.
He repeats the motion, kissing your folds like theyâre delicate antiquities that need to be handled with the utmost care. His lips become covered with your essence; he feels you squirm underneath him and uses the expanse of his palms to gently pry your legs open for him, soothing the soft skin of your inner thighs.
Heeseung tentatively licks your slit and decides he loves the sound of your moans when he has his mouth on you. He does it again, dragging his tongue to feel every ridge and crevice that heâs yet to explore. His mouth feels like a warm comfort with the slow pace he sets, licking you as if heâs trying to tell you how much he loves you without saying it.
âYou taste divine.â
You look down below to see his hair covering his eyes and brush it away with your hands. Heeseung looks right into your soul and you feel your heart clench, causing you to roll your hips into his face. He merely buries his nose close to you until he bumps your clit with the tip, pushing his wet muscle into you deeper.
When your moans get lighter and your breathy sounds are the only audible thing in the room aside from his own moans. You open your eyes to see Heeseung humping the mattress below you. The sight is so erotic that you canât help but let out a loud whine at the thought of Heeseung pleasuring himself while pleasuring you.
He brings his fingers to your pussy and sways his fingers back and forth until he foregoes his slow pace, favoring a faster one. He abuses your swollen clit while you can only lay there and watch him play with you. Heeseung expertly inserts his middle finger into your seeping hole and bites his lip to concentrate on getting you to come again.
âI need it,â he confesses, bringing his mouth to lick you as he adds another finger. âI need you to come for me again, baby. Can you do that for me?â
âYes, Hee,â you pant. âI wanna come so badly.â
âYou can do it, baby. Youâve been such a good girl tonight, giving me the best head and letting me make you come. I think you deserve to feel good.â
âI do,â you nod rapidly. âFuck, I think Iâm coming.â
âThatâs right,â he coos, hammering his digits into you while his tongue laps up the juices leaking from your pussy. âSo good. You taste so fucking good. Give it to me.â
He doesn't relent until heâs satisfied. Heeseung cleans the come from your lips as best he can while sneaking his hand to his cock, pumping himself as he tastes your orgasm on his tongue.
âYouâve crazy,â you mutter as you settle from your high, loving the feeling of Heeseungâs mouth tenderly licking you clean.
âFor you.â He pulls his face away and wipes the back of his hand before pressing a kiss to your clit.
When he rises to take his pants and boxers off, he sees you with your arm covering your face.
âAre you doing okay?â
âPerfect, actually,â you sigh. You remove your arm to see him with his cock in his hands and motion him to come towards the edge of the bed as you crawl on your knees before sitting upright to pull him into a searing kiss.
âThat might be the hottest thing Iâve ever seen you do,â Heeseung says against your mouth. âItâs better than porn, if Iâm being honest.â
You grab his cock and stroke him. âIâll consider letting you take a video of me when we get back home if you fuck me right now.â
âTurn around,â he says after an open-mouthed kiss.
You follow his instructions and he groans to himself as you present your perfect pussy to him again. Heeseung sinks to his knees and smacks your ass before shoving his tongue into your hole. He spreads your asscheeks apart and digs his nose against you, licking up the wetness and remnants of your orgasm like itâs his last meal. His tongue licks up your body until he finds your wrinkled muscle and presses a soft kiss to your tightest hole.
The surprise comes to him when you moan softly. Your body doesnât jerk away. Rather, you spread your legs further for him and Heeseung moans against your pussy before bringing his tongue to lick over the muscle again.
âFeels good, doesnât it?â he asks, dipping his tongue back in.
âBetter than I imagined.â
âYou imagined my tongue in your ass, baby?â
You nod. âIâve always wanted to know what that feels like.â
Heeseung doesnât give you a verbal answer. Instead, he spits into your hole and watches it dribble down to your pussy, licking his way from your incredibly wet folds to your hole once again. He licks over the expanse with the surface of his tongue one, twice, three times before youâre whining for his cock. He wastes no time tearing open the condom and hurriedly places it on himself.
The first stretch of his cock in your pussy makes him see Heaven. The sharp gasp that comes from your mouth is music to his ears and heâs careful to sink himself into you slowly, inch by inch until youâre telling him he can go further.
His cock impales you at such a perfect angle that it has you falling to your elbows, your back arched so perfectly that heâs sure youâd be the most popular pornstar if you really wanted to be. He keeps half of his cock in you to allow you to adjust, but he underestimates just how cock hungry you are because you back yourself until heâs filling you to the brim.
âBabyâs such a slut, isnât she?â Heeseung wonders out loud. He grins when you nod. âI love you like that. So dirty for me.â
âOnly for you,â you say, cheek pressed to the mattress when Heeseung thrusts in you.
The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room. It doesnât take long for your wet juices to glisten over the back of your thighs and onto Heeseungâs. His hands find purchase on your hips as he pulls your body close to him, loving the way your choked moans become muffled by the mattress below.
âSo. Fucking. Tight,â he moans with detailed thrusts. âSo. Fucking. Wet.â
He climbs on the bed and plants his feet on the blankets, holding your body in place as he pounds into you from above. The angle has you seeing stars and rips moan after moan from you.
Heeseung grins wickedly. âSuch a fuckable body. So perfect.â
His degradation paired with praise ignites a fire inside of you. You can only moan louder to let Heeseung know exactly how heâs making you feel and you canât help but think you deserved to be fucked exactly the way Heeseung is fucking you.
The pleasure feels like an explosion of a thousand suns. Your body is warm from the hours youâve spent in the hotel room and your neighbors getting a good nightâs sleep is the least of your concerns. Heeseungâs cock drills into you from above like heâs a sex god and it nearly brings you to tears.
He turns you over carefully until youâre laying flat on your back with your head propped against the pillows. He steals one from you and puts it underneath the small of your back to create leverage before lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing himself in again.
Heeseung thrusts like heâs got to prove just how in love with you he is. Your wanton moans fill the room with his low grunts as his cock continually hits the one spot that makes you see stars, over and over again.
But you know he could do more to make you feel better. He must notice you in deep thought because he slows his hips.
âWhat is it, baby?â Heeseung asks when he notices your eyebrows knit together. âIs this okay? Do you need me to stop so we can take a break?â
âTake it off,â you whisper. His hips have faltered and his pace stutters at your words.
âTake what off?â
âThe condom.â Heeseung nearly chokes. âTake the condom off.â
âBabyââ
âI just wanna feel you.â
Heeseung curses and his hips automatically drill into yours at the request out of pure shock. He canât lie to himself. Heâs thought about it multiple times since you left for Europe and as heâs come to term with his feelings for you. The cute fantasies about taking you on dates to dinner or drive in theaters transform into daydreams about dirty affairs in his bedroom with his seed leaking out of your perfect hole.
Still, he doesnât believe it.
âPlease, Hee,â you plead, arching your chest towards him. âLet me feel you. Donât you want to come inside me?â
âFuck,â he falters, his forehead on yours. âYou canât just say thatâŠI canât be risky with you.â
âYes you can.â He watches you bite your lip and feels your hands push him off of you. Heeseung doesnât put up a fight when he slips out of your warm hole and feels your hands grip his cock, desperately trying to tug the condom off of him.
Heeseung sees the pathetic rubber in your hands when you bring it up for him to see. Itâs glistening and his mouth drools at the sight, lips parting enough as if he stares at it in disbelief. He groans lowly in your ear as he peppers a few wet kisses to your neck.
You spread your legs wider in the air and grip his cock in your head, pumping him a few times before letting his bare tip rest against your hole. His sharp intake is enough to make you bite your lip.
âPussyâs so wet,â he says against your neck, pushing an inch inside of you. âGod, I could come like this.â
âYou can.â
âNo, baby. Gonna fuck you the way you deserve before I come.â
With that sentiment, Heeseung pushes himself inside of you until heâs fully sheathed within your walls. He relishes the way you gasp at the sudden movement and he uses this angle to his advantage, positioning his ear next to your mouth to hear your delicious sounds.
He moves his hips at such a pace that it makes you feel like your bodyâs bouncing on top of the soft mattress below you. Heeseung presses his chest against yours to kiss you like his life depends on it, tongue invading the privacy of your mouth but you couldnât care less where his mouth goes. He can feel your nipples on his skin and groans into your mouth when you clench at a particularly hard thrust.
âS-So good,â you stutter against his mouth with a breathy moan. Heeseung feels your arm around his shoulders, scratching at his back. âFuck, fuck!â
âMhm,â he coaxed. âSuch a good baby. You look so pretty underneath me.â
With a new sense of purpose, Heeseung lifts himself to push himself into you at a deeper angle. He forces his hips into you harder, your hands coming to your chest to cup your tits to give you something to hold in the meantime.
âThatâs right, beautiful. Squeeze your tits for me.â
You do, pinching and twisting your nipples until you hear Heeseung moan above you. It sounds nearly animalistic, the way his throat emits a groan that sounds so primal. He sees the dirty smile you paint your mouth with and leans his head down to press a kiss to your forehead before his hand comes to your cheeks, squeezing them between my fingers.
âYou like it when I fuck you like this?â Heeseung asks, hips rolling against your own pelvis. When you nod, he gives you a nasty smile of his own and gives you a few harsh thrusts for good measure before pulling himself off of your chest with his cock still inside of you.
Heeseung sits on his knees and pulls out just far enough where his hot tip remains buried inside of you, relishing in the panty breaths you emit as he watches your chest rise and fall. You look so beautiful to him with your hair messed up against the pillow beneath you and with a few faint hickeys on your chest and neck. Heeseung thinks that all of his wildest dreams could never compare to how gorgeous you look when youâre positioned directly where he wants you.
You donât complain when he pulls out to rest his cock on your wet, bare pussy. You wince at the loss and let him slide himself up and down, biting your lip when he grazes your swollen clit over and over again.
The man above you lifts your right leg so that he can grip you tighter. You relinquish any control left in your body as Heeseung curses and kisses the side of your ankle. He dips the head of his cock inside and thrusts shallowly as if to tease, but you know heâs exploring all the way his cock looks like against your own body.
It feels euphoric. The whole affair is dirty, but itâs the kind of dirty that makes you want to do it again. Itâs the kind of dirty that makes this night an event youâll want to remember for the rest of your night because Heeseung had poured his entire heart and soul for you to take.
For Heeseung, this pleasure is less about knowing you have him permission to put himself inside you. Youâve always been so sure of yourself and your body; itâs something Heeseung has always admired about you as a person. Growing up with your insecurities of relationships and dating mightâve made you feel like a late bloomer; to Heeseung, your tendency to keep your head straight has always been a testament to how knowledgeable you are about yourself and about others. You save yourself for people who are worthy of you, and god, does he want to be worthy of you.
âI love you,â Heeseung whispers from above you. His eyes are closed and he pays no mind to the feeling your pussy gives him. Flashes of your memories stitch together like a film reel with your laughter as the soundtrack. He doesnât think he wants to hear anything else for the rest of his life.
Just for good measure, he whispers it again. âI love you so much.â
âAnd I love you.â
Heeseung opens his eyes to see your tender ones, cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. He always liked that he knew how to get you to blush when no one else couldnât. This time, a sense of pride blooms in his chest.
âIâll never let you down,â he confesses. âAnd if I do, Iâll make it up to you. I promise.â
âI know, baby.â Heeseungâs hand cups your cheek and caresses it. âI trust you.â
Thatâs enough for him to release your leg from his grip and pound himself into you like his life depends on bringing you to peak happiness.
Heeseungâs palms are planted firmly on either side of your body as his hips roll gracefully against yours, the hot, wet mess between the two of you splashing on both of your thighs. He watches your eyes close shut and as your back arches to relieve some of the pressure, feeling somewhat proud of himself when he watches as your hands grab at the sheets for stability.
Thereâs nothing that compares to watching you orgasm. Your eyebrows knit as if youâre concentrating while your mouth stands slightly ajar at the euphoric feeling of that single knot thatâs threatening to come undone until it does. All of the girls heâs deluded into thinking he liked could never compare to the looks and sounds youâre making.
âThatâs it,â he coaxes softly. âCream my cock, baby. Thatâs a good girl.â
Heeseung feels you push and clench around him, gushing until thereâs nowhere left for your come to go. He peeks down at where the two of you meet and groans when he sees his cock becoming painted in a sheer layer of white. It edges him on and the moment he locks his eyes with yours, his hips begin to stutter and he spills all he has to offer inside of you.
He comes with short breaths as if he canât believe youâve allowed him to do so. Your hips move up and down as if to milk him for all heâs worth while Heeseungâs trying his best to balance his body on top of yours, grateful that some of his gym workouts prevent him from completely collapsing on top of you to.
His come seeps from your bodies and he pulls out, a few droplets splattering on your pussy lips. He nudges the tip against it, smearing his paint across your canvas and marveling at the sight.
âMy good girl,â he murmurs, eyes locked in at his handy work.
âIâve never let anyone come inside of me,â you say with a fond expression. Your arm comes to brush Heeseungâs hair from his face before cradling his cheek when he looks at you in surprise.
âReally?â
You nod, biting your cheek. âWell, I always knew you were it for me. I didnât want anyone else tainting whatâs yours.â
âMine?â he asks, catching his breath. âYou mean it? Youâre mine.â
âIâm yours, Hee.â
âAll mine,â he mutters to himself in disbelief.
You still feel his cock working itself against you. Heâs still hard, a wonder after your hours locked away in your hotel room. It makes you laugh.
âNo one has ever compared to you either,â Heeseung says. He doesnât take his eyes off of you as he continues toying with your pussy. âEven when I fooled myself into thinking I didnât like you.â
You laugh. âWell thatâs good to hear. I realized all the guys I went after while I was abroad either looked like you or reminded me of you.â
âI can confidently and stupidly say the same.â
Your laughs echo through the room. Heeseung pulls your body upright, not caring that your mixed come is leaking on his cock and his bare lap. He kisses you with tender care, lips moving at a slow pace while his hands roam over the expanse of your back while your hands are on his broad shoulders. Heeseung could live like this everyday if youâd let him.
You smile midway through when you feel his fully hardened cock against you. Heeseung apologizes quietly against your lips but feels you shake your head, pulling back to push him against the headboard until heâs comfortably seated.
He looks at your pussy when you hover above him, the white cream still sticking to you as you grip his cock. Heeseung canât believe his eyes when he understands what youâre about to do. Before he can even think, you align yourself with his cock and sink until youâre stuffed with him.
âShit,â he curses through his teeth.
âWhat good is coming inside of me if you donât do it again and again, Hee?â
âThat might be the hottest thing youâve ever said to me.â
âOh, yeah?â
You donât move just yet, opting to press small kisses to Heeseungâs face. You kiss his forehead, both temples, his nose, both eyelids, and the apples of his cheeks before placing a kiss to his lips.
âBefore we leave, I want you to fuck me against that window,â you say, turning your head to the window that glimpses the city below.
âBut people can see,â is Heeseungâs first comment.
âSo?â
He chokes and when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, you canât help but laugh at him.
âIâve heard talk about your escapades, Lee. Why so shy with me?â
He smacks your asscheek. âNaughty girl. Didnât know you were nasty like that.â Heeseung gives you that kind of teasing smile that has you folding for him all over again. âAlright then, humor me. What else do you want to do before we leave?â
âIâd love to give you a blowjob while we shower, too.â
âThat can certainly be arranged. Anything else?â
You look around the room. âI kind of want to see you eat me out while I sit on the desk chair. Makes me think youâre some kind of secretary whoâs desperate for my pussy.â
âI am desperate for your pussy,â Heeseung reminds you. âWhat if Iâm the stone cold CEO and youâre the cute secretary whose ass I dream about?â
You seat his chest. âThis is my fantasy. You can have yours when we get home.â
Heeseung raises his eyebrow. âMm, you sure?â
âPositively,â you nod. Heeseungâs hands travel from your ass to your hips and guides you up and down his cock, letting you set the pace after the brutal first round from a few minutes prior.
âGonna fuck you in and on my car, since you like being watched so much,â Heeseung teases. His words seem to make your pussy clench and hips move faster. He forgoes any shyness when speaking about his fantasies and spills his every thought.
âI always thought you looked so cute in your old school uniform. Iâve always wanted to take you in that skirt they gave you.â
âIâll buy one of those sexy schoolgirl costumes and surprise you for your birthday,â you say, locking your eyes with him. âOh, professor! Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?â
Heeseung laughs at your antics, but the images of you in the costume aforementioned makes his grip on your body tighter.
âI selfishly want to watch you suck me off while I play with the guys.â He says it in a way that makes him avert his gaze and you can see a faint blush on his face. âI-I saw this video on Twitter. It looks hot.â
âI can do that for you.â You kiss both of his burning cheeks.
âBut mostly, I just want you to sit on my face. Mad at me? Sit on my face. Sad? Sit on my face. Happy to see me? Sit on my face.â
âSimp,â you grunt, thighs burning from pushing yourself on and off of Heeseungâs cock.
âAnd proud.â He smacks both ass cheeks again. âNow what do you say, baby? If you ride me until you come, you can blow me in the bathroom before I fuck you in front of the entirety of Paris. Can you do that for me?â
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The next morning, you meet Heeseung and the rest of the guys in the lobby while Jay checks out on behalf of all of you. Jakeâs the first to see you coming.
âYouâre glowing and I donât know if I like that.â He raises his eyebrow at Heeseung, who has pulled you into him by your waist.
âAt least some of us are getting laid,â you retort. âI donât recall seeing anyone do the walk of shame even though you had the room to yourself.â
Riki and Sunoo donât try to contain their laughter as Jakeâs cheeks turn a shade of pink. He rolls his eyes when you look at him, but shakes his head and punches your arm with your first.
âNah, Iâm really glad you two got that out of your system and worked it out.â
âYou guys had major sexual tension,â Sunoo comments.
âThank God Y/Nâs room was at the end of the hall,â says Sunghoon. âI donât know how their neighbors felt but I can sleep peacefully knowing I didnât have to hear all of that.â
âOkay, enough,â Heeseung laughs. âWe get it, we had a lot of sexual tension and now weâre fine.â
âSo you guys are boyfriend-girlfriend?â Jungwon asks.
âY/N is my girlfriend and I am her boyfriend.â
âI will key his car if he hurts you again,â Riki tells you, looking at Heeseung after heâs finished speaking. You detach yourself from his waist and bring your arms around Riki to give him a squeeze.
âThanks, Riki.â
âOkay, we should call the cabs right now so we can get to the airport early,â Jay says from behind you.
âJay is such a dad,â Jungwon whispers.
He pays no mind to Jungwonâs words, instead focusing on the way Heeseung pulls you into his chest. It warms his heart in ways he canât explain.
âCongratulations, you two. Letâs go home.â
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Accessibility review of my trip to South Korea â Josh's Story
In January 2023, I departed Australia for a five-week holiday exploring Vietnam, Cambodia, and South Korea. Part Two of this three-part series will evaluate my experience of South Koreaâs accessibility in four key areas: Airport, Hotels, Transport, and Tourist Attractions.
Airport: 3.5/5
The line at South Korea airport was long, but that is not out of the ordinary for airports. Once I got through the line, there was a train line into the city which was super handy. On the train, ticket seats were assigned, so I was a bit hesitant to leave my luggage in the luggage racks as they were far from the seats, but in the end it all worked out.
On the way from South Korea to Melbourne, I had to catch a train and then a bus (both of which were inside the airport as it is so huge) so it could be quite easy to get lost in a completely different terminal, but there are signs everywhere, often using English underneath the Korean.
Hotels Rating 3.5/5
Unlike the other portions of this trip, South Korea was not an organised tour with a tour provider, so we were actually in the same hotel for ten days! It may sound boring staying in the same location for so long, but, after the good part of a month staying in locations for only one or two nights, this felt like a luxury.
Travel Rating: 3.5/5
South Korea actually has a train line to the airport that is super handy. Most of my travel in South Korea was by bus. The bus and train have a similar system to Myki, where you can buy a T-Money card from many convenience stores or at the train station itself, then you top it up and touch on at the turnstile gates. Unfortunately, there was no way to top up online, and you can request a refund at the train station before you leave the country.
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Friday September 29, 2023 - Saturday September 30, 2023
This week went by really fast! I got up at 6am and did my meditation and yoga before heading to breakfast at 7:30am. We had the option of a two mile hike, with time for showers and packing afterwards.
It was a gorgeous sunny day. Perry said we were hiking by the swimming beach so I wore my suit under my clothes this morning. It was just a few blocks to the beach, and we visited with some swimmers there. They said the water felt warmed than the air (it was in the fifties this morning, but will warm up fast). We climbed the hill to the ruins of a fort that defended the harbor. It had anti-aircraft gun tracks still embedded in the front of the turrets. We enjoyed the view there and then did a loop walk along the coast, and back through the meadows - lots of folks out exercising their dogs there, fun to see.
Back to the beach, Perry, Cale and I joined the locals for a swim. The beach was mostly protected from the surf, with a rocky bottom. I prided myself in not hollering this time, but it was very could. It took me a long time to have my breathing return to a relaxed state! Even though it was protected, I had to swim really hard to get out to the float and beyond that to the swim area boundaries, so I probably was working against a tidal influence. My body was starting to feel tingly, so I headed back to shore. I was completely invigorated afterwards!
We walked back to the hotel for quick showers, packed away our hiking gear and got ready for travel. We had a final âbrunchâ scones, tea sandwiches, and some desserts. Didnât need to eat again, but we did anyway (and took scones for the road). Then we said goodbye to Perry and Cale and boarded our coach to the train station at Exeter. It was a solemn group, most people probably thinking ahead to home and next week I guess. As we drove, it struck me that by staying primarily on the coastal path, we actually saw very little of Cornwall. But what we did experience is steeping in centuries of history and tradition; how lucky weâve been to have this visit!
We said our goodbyes in Exeter, some were staying there, others, like us, taking the train to London. We had an hour before the train, and I was surprised to see a Starbucks in the station (my app still works)!
The train left as scheduled at 2:54 pm, and was an easy two hour ride to London. I reclaimed two cribbage games, narrowing JTs lead for the trip to 4 games now.
At Paddington Station, we caught the Heathrow Express train. It felt good to have figured out the system and confidently work our way through the turnstiles and onto the train. The Express takes just 15 minutes to get from Paddington Station to Heathrow. Since it didnât matter what terminal we went to as weâre just heading to our hotel, we hopped on the first train leaving.
Iâd reserved a room at the Renassiance (Marriott points), and it was close to the airport, but not connected to the airport. I realized it was too short of a drive to want to entice taxi or Uber drivers to transport us, but toooooooo crazy to try to walk it. Last week I researched hotel shuttles and found the âHotelHoppaâ that is essentially airport hotel shuttles (for a fee). I downloaded the app and bought a ticket, but we still had to find the shuttle stop. I confidently led us from the train to Heathrowâs âCentral Bus Terminal,â but those were tour buses and buses going into the city. A helpful employee told us weâd find the hotel shuttles one floor up near Terminal Two. Once we found the stop, I used the app to follow the bus and track its arrival. We were lucky to get on first, and they crammed it full of travelers and their luggage - a large group of loud guys traveling together - almost needed my headphones!
We arrived at the Renaissance about 6:30pm, impressed with what weâd navigated since we left the hotel in Fowey at noon! We went down to the bar for an early, light (other than the Guinness) dinner. Early to bed and due to the airport proximity, I put in ear plugs from the start and slept well until 3am when my ears were sore from the plugs and my brain was done sleeping! I caught up posting photos to the blog and took a shower to be ready for our 7:54 am departure on the âHotelHoppaâ back to Heathrow.
The shuttle dropped us off at the door for Delta/Virgin Atlantic. A long line at check in, but we had âFast Trackâ passes through security (reminded me of Disney World) and our Delta Platinum status got us into the Aspire Lounge (which made me think of our jolly guy at the Inverness airport). We had another English Breakfast, declined the Prosecco and the shower, and had a relaxing hour before our flight boarded. Good to go into a day of travel in a relaxed state.
It was an uneventful flight. Even though we booked it on Delta, this was on Virgin Atlantic, so it was a little different. I watched a couple of movies and a couple of episodes with Caesar the Dog Trainer and before we knew it we were in Atlanta and it was 2:30pm and I was trying to convince myself that it actually was. A forty minute taxi ride north of town to the Renaissance where Jeffâs meeting and our conference will be this week. This is our 17th different accommodation of this trip (!) and weâll be here for six nights. Got settled, washed out some clothes and Iâm ready to go shopping for some conference clothes!
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Mother And Daughter
Part Two
Donna was parked in front of a Lucky Sevenâs slot machine on the outskirts of the baggage claim area. Felicityâs plane had just landed a few minutes ago and Donna began to feel the anxiety that settled on her after she had sent that text to her daughter. A part of her felt as if Felicity was now a stranger, and after the discovery Donna made about her and Oliver being some kind of vigilante hero team; well it was a gamer changer. She had a thousand questions for her daughter, and at the same time, she didnât know what she was going to say to her.
The slot machine paid off twenty dollars as three bars lined up. Donna listened to the electronic payoff, a sound that she never really got used to after the casinos took away the coin-operated machines and replaced them with the electronic, almost industrial type of machine that gave the player all the bells and whistles, but without the ambiance of actual coins dropping into the hopper at the bottom. She wasnât really sure how important this observation was when held up against the coming confrontation with Felicity, but she still missed the old school aspect of how Vegas used to be.
The past month for Donna had been like an awakening for her. Some of that awareness was still imprinted beneath the scarf tied around her neck, fading bruises she got from Damion Darkhe when he held her by the throat and tried to get Felicity to play his evil game. Things seemed to slow down on that crazy night, and as she felt her life force draining from her body as Darkhe held her aloft, the slow motion effect and the pace of events that followed crashed in on her as she realized that things are not always as they seem. Donna had not a clue that her daughter was involved with a man who wore a green hood and had many roles to play under it---temporary Mayor, lover and brother, father; a whole lineup of parts to play. Donna was still a little disappointed that Felicity would keep something like this from her for so long. But she had to admit that she had kept the same level of secret from her daughter about her father. Another twenty dollar payoff beeped from her slot machine as Donna fed her mind with everything that had happened in just four short weeks.
After she and Quentin left Star City, even then she could sense something was wrong with her new man. As they drove south to Vegas, Quentin seemed to digress the further away they drove from his city. He was silent as the miles passed, returning his focus on the inner turmoil he was still dealing with after Laurel died. And then, on the outskirts of Carson City, he suddenly opened up to her and revealed his part in helping the Green Arrow take down Damion Darkhe. He told Donna who the Green Arrow was under the mask and how he brought Quentin closure when Oliver took Darkhe out. As his words rolled over her, Donna made the connection between Oliver and Felicity. She began to feel cold inside as the secret life her daughter was living became clear.
Donna reached up and took her money card from the slot machine. She turned around on her chair and glanced over to where the passengers from Felicityâs flight would come to get their baggage. It was almost in desperation that Donna had sent that text to Felicity. She wanted to have her daughter with her, she wanted to understand how Felicityâs life became such an adventure. She wanted to let Felicity know that maybe Donna wanted to be a part of that adventure.
One thing she was sure of----both of them needed to sit down and be honest with each other. They needed to build a new common ground to stand on. But she needed to hear Felicityâs story. She needed to have it in her life.
Then the passengers began to flow into the baggage claim area and Donna saw Felicity tucked in with them.
*
Felicity spotted Donna standing off from the crowd gathered at the baggage turnstile. Shades of what happened to her mom back in Star City still lingered; her motherâs eyes looked unfocused and lackluster. She looks tired, Felicity thought. They already had something more in common now that the dust had settled from the events that opened up this Pandoraâs box between them. Felicity was tired as well. The last year for her had been one of fulfillment, beginning in Ivy Town, and then it turned darker as Oliver lied to her about his son, kept something that important from her. A sudden vision of them at the tree lighting ceremony and Oliver down on a knee displayed itself in her mind and heart again. Her weariness deepened. But Felicity did not come to Vegas to rest. As she approached her mother and put her arms around her, Felicity still had nothing but love in her embrace as Donna returned her hug.
âSo, how was your flight,â Donna said as she pulled away to examine her daughter more closely. She reached out and brushed Felicityâs hair. âI know you donât like to fly.â
âIâm okay, mom. But there was a man in the seat across the aisle from mine who was snoring so loudly it almost caused its own turbulence. Man, that approach to the airport was frightening. I will probably drive down the next time I come to visit.â
Donna smiled and waited for Felicity to make the next move.
âWell, letâs get out of here.â Felicity went over to the baggage carousel and got the large sports bag she had packed her stuff in. Then she took Donna by the arm and the two of them left the airport. They were about to take another journey together and Felicity had a sudden feeling that she was not standing on such unstable ground. She felt that her mom would be okay with the story Felicity was going to tell her. Donna knows about love. And if her daughter is happy, she will be too.
But the biggest feeling inside of Felicity was relief. She was still building the trust she had lost with Oliver when he lied to her about William, but maybe her mom will be the deciding factor. Maybe she could help remind Felicity that her and Oliver had found each other in one another. Maybe Felicity will find her own answers in the questions that were sure to come from Donna.
âI guess we have some things to talk about,â Felicity said to her mother. They climbed into an Uber and drove toward the neon jungle of Vegas.
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Oliverâs plane landed in Vegas twenty minutes after Felicity and Donna left the airport. It touched down and Oliver was just getting his breath back after the crazy turbulence the plane went through on the way down to the runway. When it rolled to a stop in front of the gate, Oliver was already up in the aisle awaiting his turn to disembark.
When Felicity showed him the text Donna had sent, telling her daughter that she knew who he was and that the secret Felicity had kept from her was now out in the open, Oliver did not feel as exposed as when he told Thea or Roy, or even John. It wasnât the same thing with Felicity when he first told her. Mostly because he was in love with, even though he had not fully embraced that love at the beginning. He was still lost in the darkness he brought back from Lian Yu and the thought of allowing himself that kind of vulnerability was not something he could let in.
Oliver moved down the aisle of his plane and nodded a smile at the flight attendant poised by the door. Then he moved through the terminal. He did not bring any luggage with him, so he bypassed the baggage claim area and went over to the car rental agencies lined up against the wall next to one of the airportâs main entrances. He got himself a small sedan and went out to retrieve it. Steering the car away from the airport, Oliver drove the six miles to Donnaâs apartment.
Even though Felicity did not invite him to come to Vegas with her, Oliver made his decision shortly after he read that text. He arranged with City Hall to be out of Star City for a couple days. He wasnât sure how it would look if the provisional Mayor left shortly after assuming the office, but Oliver didnât care. Family was and always has been more important to him in the long run.
He was going to be there for Felicity. For both of them. It was because of him and the life he chose to live when he put on the hood that Felicity and Donna were now charting new territory between them.
Oliver was always going to be a part of that, a part of their lives.
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Darren Criss and Mia Swier couldnât hold back their excitement when they returned home three days after getting hitches in New Orleans.
Looking relaxed and content, the newlyweds were all smiles as they walked through the turnstiles moments after touching down at LAX Airport in Los Angeles on Tuesday.
At one point, as photographers hovered, the couple burst out into laughter.
The longtime loves were dressed for comfort as they carried some of their luggage.
Swier, who also had a guitar thrown over her left shoulder, wore black pants with black shirt and a pair of black leather combat-style boots.
She covered up with a light green hooded winter jacket.
The award-winning actor went even more casual in camouflage sweatpants, a black t-shirt, a navy blue jacket and white sneakers.
The newlyweds flashed their big beaming smiles for most of their walk through the airport to the passenger pick-up area outside.
Once outside, they got their car and then Criss loaded up all of their bags into the back hatch and drove away.
The couple were married in New Orleans on Saturday in front of family and friends that included Crissâs fellow Glee alum Lea Michele, John Stamos, Chord Overstreet and Harry Shum Jr.
The groom was decked out in a white tuxedo with black dress shoes, while his bride stunned in a shoulder-less white wedding gown which had a corset top and flowing tulle for the train.
The couple, who had been together for about eight years, announced their engagement in January 2018.
The 32-year old actor recently took home the Emmy, Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild awards for Best Actor for his role in the mini-series Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story.
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Going Home
We are now back in Tahoe after many hours on the trail.
In Basel, we woke before the sun came up, and Christine got us to the airport a little after 5:00 am for our 7:00 flight. Surprisingly, there were lots of people there; lines were long and our flight was packed.
Arriving in Heathrow outside of London at about 8:30, we had, as I have mentioned, about six hours to kill, so we stashed our luggage and boarded the Metro to the center of town. The Metro these days lets you swipe your credit card on the turnstile going in and once again when you exit your destination station. No more need to purchase tickets at the machines. And the electronic purchase is cheaper. Great stuff.
We decided to take a Thames River cruise down to Greenwich and back which was a nice way to say goodbye to England. Hardly anyone was on the boat on this cloudy day. Delightful!
We ended up back at Heathrow, where we had some snacks in the Virgin Atlantic lounge, and finally boarded our plane to take us home.
The flight was wonderfully uneventful, and both Diane and I managed to get a little sleep. San Francisco International Airport was not busy at all when we arrived at 8:30 pm, so customs and immigration were a breeze. BART then took us to Walnut Creek, where our son Sean picked us up and we spent the night at his place in Danville.
Long day.
It was a grand adventure, and it is always nice to be back in South Lake Tahoe.
Thanks for tagging along.
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Even though weâve been multiple times, five things we pre-arranged made our recent Japan vacation much more relaxed. Weâll continue to use these Japan travel tips and nice-to-haves when we return in the future.
Airport Concierge Greeting Service
For about USD 70 (day time rate), you can book an airport concierge that will greet you in the Narita Airport arrivals hall.
After a long flight, itâs helpful to have someone who speaks both English and Japanese escort you to the Narita Express train into Tokyo and to the JR ticket office to help activate JR Passes (which tourists have to buy in advance before arriving in Japan).
Without our conciergeâs help, Iâm pretty sure I would have been sent to the back of the JR ticket office line after already waiting in it for 20 minutes. I was tired and didnât realize we needed to fill out paperwork before reaching the agent until she handed me a clipboard. She also made sure we filled out each form properly.
Once at the counter, she worked with the JR agent to finish activating our JR Passes and quickly book our upcoming four train journeys. Next, she explained how to use the JR Pass and escorted us to the Narita Express train platform.
Airport concierge service would be even more valuable when traveling with small children as even with help, the process took about an hour.
You can book an airport concierge through Expedia for Narita, Haneda, and Kansai airports. Or, book through Airserve for eight Japan airports in addition to various ports and train stations. They can also help you navigate between Narita and Haneda airports, a common transfer.
JR Pass
Youâll carry the JR Pass booklet AND your tickets every time you take a shinkansen.
Tourists may purchase a 7, 14, or 21-day JR Pass for all-inclusive travel on trains, buses, and metros operated by Japan Railways Group. NOZOMI and MIZUHO shinkansen trains are excluded.
JR Passes must be purchased through an authorized distributor before arriving in Japan. You must have a tourist visa stamp in your passport to collect a JR Pass after landing. JR Passes are available for Standard Class (Ordinary Car) and Green Class (First Class).
Simply show your pass (and tickets if taking a shinkansen) to JR officers stationed near the ticket turnstiles and theyâll wave you through. Itâs much easier to have the pass than buy individual tickets every time you ride a JR mode of transportation. It can also save you money if you plan to visit multiple cities.
Voyagin is a reputable tour company that sells JR Passes.
Luggage Shipping Between Cities
Shinkansen Green Class car with racks only for carry-ons.
Shinkansen trains do not have luggage racks for large suitcases. Carry-on luggage can be stored in racks above your seat. Anything larger than this needs to fit in your seat area (hard even in Green Class) or in available space behind the train carâs last row of seats.
What you can do instead is ship your luggage between cities. While it sounds extravagant, itâs highly recommended, and not as expensive as you might think.
For example, we traveled from Tokyo to Kanazawa and then onward to Kyoto via shinkansen. We took only carry-on luggage to Kanazawa and had our large bags shipped from Four Seasons Hotel Tokyo to Four Seasons Hotel Kyoto. We also shipped the large bags from Four Seasons Hotel Kyoto to The Ritz-Carlton, Osaka.
Not only does shipping luggage eliminate stressing out about stowing luggage on the train, but youâll also avoid carting big luggage through the train stations and into taxis, which run on the small side in Japan. The large suitcases also would have been difficult to cart up and down the stairs to our room at the lovely Kanazawa ryokan we chose.
Yamato Transport is the main carrier. Itâs an easy service to arrange and most hotel concierge desks can handle it for you. We paid about JPY 2500 per large bag (about USD 23) each way.
Pasmo or Suica Smart Cards
Pasmo is a smart card used in lieu of metro train tickets and for purchases of goods.
These smart cards work more or less like debit cards that are preloaded with cash and can be used on trains and buses in place of tickets. You can also use them to purchase various goods and services. Theyâre handy for purchasing bottled waters on the go from vending machines rather than fumbling for change.
We used Pasmo in Tokyo and all over Japan. JR East sells Suica.
Youâll pay a JPY 500 deposit for either card. Getting that deposit back plus and balance you might have on the card can only be done at JR East stations for Suica. Pasmo returns can happen at various points in Tokyo and at Haneda or Narita airports.
Take a look at each card and decide which is best for your trip.
Tokyo Station Platform Escort
Tokyo Station is the busiest train station in Japan with shinkansen, commuter JR lines, and metro trains.
Tokyo Station is confusing. I still say this even after navigating the station across multiple trips over the last 15 years. Metro trains leave from an entirely different side of the station, for example, and if you enter in the wrong spot, you might find yourself lost in what feels like a maze.
Itâs tremendously helpful to have a platform escort guide you from your hotel to the train platform, which saves time, headache, and potentially you from missing a train.
If you anticipate using Tokyo Station as a base for your Japan vacation, several nearby hotels offer platform escort service. Staff will walk with you from the hotel to the platform each time you need to catch a train.
Four Seasons Hotel Tokyo offers this, which one of the many reasons why we stay there, as does The Tokyo Station Hotel and Shangri-La Tokyo.
Use an Onsite to Fill in Gaps
I booked my own hotels. Rather than fuss with the smaller details, I used EXO Travel to fill our itinerary gaps which included help with planning the timing of our trains, organizing a car to take us to Kansai airport, booking a fantastic private tour in Kanazawa and more.
Theyâre an onsite tour company in Japan (though they handle other parts of Asia) who can plan your entire vacation from start to finish or simply coordinate a tour or transfer.
What was especially nice is that Exo Travel gave our airport concierge our JR Pass vouchers and Pasmo cards in advance with our itinerary so she knew exactly which trains to book (a real time-saver). Exo Travel also loaded our entire itinerary into an app which I referred to almost daily when handing our hotel addresses to taxi drivers or for information about each city. The cost of their service was built into our itinerary, but it was good value.
Other Japan Travel Tips
How to Get Cash in Japan
If you need cash, the easiest way to find an English language ATM is inside convenience stores like Lawson or 7-Eleven. ATMs at major banks in Japan are Japanese language and nearly impossible for foreigners to navigate.
Carry Plastic Bags
Hereâs a slightly random but still important Japan travel tip. It is incredibly difficult (impossible in most areas) to find a trash can in public places and on the streets. Carry a plastic bag. Youâll generate rubbish from on-the-go snacking given the excellent food offerings in markets, convenience stores, markets, and sweet shops all over Japanâs major cities.
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