#also he wears cologne. which i would normally think is a bit cringe

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Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER 20

Hello, fellow Fanders!

Okay, so this chapter was supposed to be centered around Thomas's wake, but the thing is I've never been to a awake, so I decided to change it to them getting ready for it, sorry about that.

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WARNINGS : Mentions of death, a funeral, gayness, swearing, I think that’s it?

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Virgil was kind of confused, for a myriad of reasons. 

First of all, despite the fact that they were attending the... wake? Memorial? The school day went on as planned. They had their normal classes, but an hour and a half before dinner, the whole school filtered back into their dorms, and picked out their least casual clothes for the wake. 

It was easy enough for Logan - the dude wore ties every day for crying out loud - but Virgil was stumped. Janice and Mike hadn't insisted on him changing how he dressed, something every other foster family had done, but this meant that the closest thing Virgil had to formal wear was a pair of not-ripped jeans, and a patternless black T-shirt. 

Virgil was sure that he wouldn't feel nearly as bad about it if Logan hadn't dressed so nicely. He had thought (for some reason) that bringing dress pants to a boarding school was a normal thing to do. So across the room from Virgil he sat; trying his hardest to keep his eternally-pretty hair from falling in his eternally-pretty eyes.

Virgil turned back to his own mirror in distaste. Feeling loose jeans felt odd on him. He hadn't worn this particular pair in over six months, meaning they smelt slightly dusty as well. 

"Virgil, please tell me you're not going to wear that shirt." 

Virgil glanced at Logan's reflection in his mirror. The other male was looking at him disapprovingly, scanning him in a way that made Virgil incredibly self-conscious. He ducked his head away with flushed cheeks, searching for something that definitely wasn't there just as a distraction. 

"Shut it, Specs. Not everyone brings ties to school." he muttered, flustered. Logan hummed, standing up and walking to his closet. 

"I know that, but your wardrobe can't only be band shirts, right?" "..."

"Oh my god-" "Shut up!" he groaned. "I have a couple of other things, it's just all of them have a pattern."

"Didn't you bring at least one shirt?" "Uh... no." he said, leaning against his dresser and staring at Logan. "Why the fuck would I bring a button up? They're annoying."  "They are not." "Says you! You wear dress pants, Logan. Dress pants." Logan rolled his eyes, before starting to mess with his clothes.

"I'm not referring to your jeans anyway." said Logan evenly as he sifted through neatly hung clothing. "While most people will wear jeans, most will also wear shirts. Would you like to borrow one of mine?"

Virgil's heart rate definitely didn't speed up at that, what are you talking about?

"Uh, that is if you're comfortable with that." added Logan in a quieter voice. "You don't have to obviously, but it's probably better than wearing a scruffy black T-shirt." he said with a tad more assurance. "They did say the dress code was semi-formal." Virgil couldn't deny the fact he was right.

"I mean, if you're okay with it I guess..." mumbled Virgil, his voice barely audible over his heart beating a tattoo in his chest. Logan's lips quirked upward, and he returned to his search with renewed vigor.

Virgil walked closer to Logan, the familiar smell of lavender wafting through the air between them. Lavender. Lavender smelt like Logan. Logan uses lavender detergent.

Oh fuck, I'm going to die.

"Try this one."

He held out a black dress shirt, which seemed to be in far better condition than any of Virgil's clothing. Virgil walked over and took it from him uncertainty, his heart now beating in his ears. Their hands brushed casually, but for some reason it seemed to awake a swarm of moths in Virgil's stomach. 

The fabric was slightly coarse and increasingly supple underneath Virgil's touch, and seemed reasonably soft, despite the fact it was fitted. With a lump in his throat, Virgil walked into the bathroom, desperately trying to breathe through his mouth.

He watched himself in the mirror as he gingerly slipped his hands into the sleeves, being careful not to tear the fabric. It rippled before settling, the cool fabric sitting neatly on his skin. Virgil brought his hands to the buttons, fumbling slightly as he tried to slip them in. It certainly would have been easier if he had long fingernails, but as it was, his nail beds were nearly chewed raw. 

He ended up having to restart halfway because he'd put the wrong button in the wrong hole, but he got there eventually. He glanced back at his reflection nervously. 

The shirt had clearly been fitted to Logan's figure, shown by the excess fabric around his shoulders, but overall, it wasn't too bad. It actually fit pretty well, considering Virgil's chub. 

Virgil gave himself a once over; moving his arms around a bit, before turning to the door with red cheeks. He placed his hand on the cold doorknob before taking a deep breath.

He'd been trying his hardest not to pay too much attention to the smell of the shirt, but left to his own devices it was nearly unbearable. Dust and lavender sheets and Logan's cologne. Memories of waking up next to the other male filled Logan's mind, causing the blood in his cheeks to flow even faster. 

It honestly wasn't fair. No one's clothes should smell like them. It should be illegal. There was no way Virgil would be able to concentrate if his mind was filled with images of Logan's hair, and Logan's eyes, and Logan, Logan, Logan. But now Virgil was stuck wearing his crush's shirt to a wake, where he was supposed to be mourning his classmate. A classmate he really liked, too.

He was screwed. 

Virgil opened the bathroom door and tentatively scanned the room for Logan, spotting him sitting at his desk and staring at the door. 

He let out a satisfied smile at the sight of Virgil, before hurrying over to check the fit of the shirt. He hummed happily while doing this, before stepping back to give Virgil another look. The emo curled in on himself at the attention, his eyes flitting around the room. Anywhere but Logan. 

"You look amazing." Virgil met the other's eyes with a blush that could rival a strawberry. The sheer sincerity in the Logan's eyes was way too much for him to handle.

"Do you feel okay in it?" he asked, adjusting the fabric around his shoulders. Virgil shrugged. Logan frowned. "If you don't like it you can always change it." he said with a furrowed brow. "N-No, I'm good." Virgil cringed at his stutter. "I-I mean, it just feels a little weird only wearing one layer is all." he confessed.  "I would give you a suit jacket, but I'm pretty sure that's too formal." said Logan with a scrunched nose. Virgil snorted, causing the other boy to smile a bit. 

"What?"

"You brought a suit jacket?" Logan's face glowed red, and he stepped backward slightly as he started to protest. "I-I-"

Virgil burst into laughter at the sheer amount of embarrassment on Logan's face. A hand coming up to cover his mouth. 

"Why do you do that?" "What?" asked Virgil amidst his giggling.  "How come you cover your smile?" he repeated, his blush fading slightly. "It's so pretty."

Virgil could have sworn that he choked on his own spit. A warmth exploded in his torso, causing a tingling feeling to run down his limbs to the tips of his fingers. At the same time he felt like his core was closing in on itself, like a star about to collapse under it's own gravity. A strange buzzing filled his now glowing ears.

Logan had just called him pretty. Logan, tall, adorably awkward, gorgeous Logan thought he was pretty. Or at least, he thought his smile was pretty. 

Virgil had no idea how to deal with this. 

Logan stared at Virgil's reaction to the compliment, his cheeks dusted a delicate pink. Then he swallowed, before stepping back as if he'd just realised what he'd done. He slapped a hand over his mouth, before whirling around and walking back to his desk. Virgil turned back to his mirror. 

The two of them stood on opposite sides of the room, neither looking at the other, in silence. 

"I know I'm supposed to be embarrassed right now, but that doesn't change the fact that what I just said is right, okay?" 

Logan's voice was quiet, but it made the buzzing in Virgil's ears all the more louder. The black-clad boy stood silent, staring at his hands, which were resting on his dresser. Virgil swallowed, every single nerve in his body tingling. 

"Thanks." 

The silence fell over them like a heavy blanket, covering every crevice of the room. Virgil drew in a shaky breath. 

The compliment shouldn't have affected him like it did. They had cuddled, twice-once in Virgil's bed-and yet it was some offhand comment about his smile that made Virgil so nervous. Virgil wasn't stupid. He knew that half the stuff that went on between them wasn't platonic, but it wasn't until now that he realised how badly he had to address it. 

Logan was like sunlight. Any time he was in the room, Virgil felt more at ease. Any time he was present, he was a comfortable constant. The more Virgil looked at him, the more he appreciated his existence. The air between them was filled with uncertainty, the two of them tip-toeing around each other, far more than necessary. 

Logan's gravity was pulling Virgil closer and closer. And well, maybe he didn't want it to stop. 

Why the fuck did I have to think about this before attending a remeberence?

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Summary : Virgil and Logan are getting ready to go to Thomas’s wake and Virgil has a bit of a gay crisis/bi crisis/bi-sis cause he ended up wearing Logan’s dress shirt. Stupid, I know, but I honestly can’t think of anything else. 

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The Story of Us

The Story of Us Ship: Hoseok | Reader Description: The story of your relationship with Jung Hoseok. Warning: Fluff, Angst, Slight Mentions of Fluff, Cracky Humor Word Count: 6,231

Day 1

I met a boy today.

Yesterday, to be more precise. Exactly 5 hours and 48 minutes from ago, from the moment that I'm writing down these words.

I've never really started a journal before- well, more accurately, I've never finished one. I've attempted and started various times, but I'd eventually lose interest or be too busy and never get back to it. Therefore, one of my many New Year Revolutions that no one actually intends to keep, was to start a diary again- and to finish.

Saying diary sounds so girly and feminine- makes me want to cringe. But what's wrong with feminine things? I like feminine things occasionally. Maybe the social justice warrior in me simply believes that this world's gotten to toxic on its synonymous meanings behind masculinity and strength.

I know it seems as though I'm rambling, but this exact topic is what brought me to the boy I've met.

His name is Jung Hoseok.

The name looks so pretty as I write it down. It's also so pretty, the way it rolls off my tongue. Sort of like those movie stars or singers with names that just sound like they were destined to be famous.

Believe it or not, Hoseok's face is even prettier than his name. I was half-wasted at someone's New Year's Eve party- I can't even remember who's it was already, can you believe that?- feeling mopey at the thought of having to down another shot instead of having a New Year's kiss like the fellow drunks around me. I just didn't want to randomly sexually assault some guy, grabbing him by the collar and smashing his face against mine out of self-pity. No, men deserve the same respect we should expect. Therefore I'm not going to shove my tongue down someone's throat like a sleazy frat douche.

So continuing along, I've got warm beer on the collar of my shirt due to my utter lack of coordination, and I turn and bump into a man. If he were across the room, I wouldn't have noticed him, probably because my vision's very hazy with this much booze, and he'd look similar to the pad of my thumb. Up close though... Writing can't do him justice.

But that smile. God, I think I melted. I don't believe in love at first sight, mind you- just infatuation and/or lust. I'll clarify, however, that my legs went to utter mush when I saw him. He seemed as radiant as the sun, warming the room despite it being a freezing winter day.

And I was the idiot who literally fell for him. See what I did there? Not figuratively of course- God, it's too soon for that. I'm not going to start naming our kids or some bullshit like that. (Astrid if it's a girl, Lucas if it's a boy.)

I'm sure he was just thinking, "Wow, look at this hot mess. I pity whoever's floor she's passing out on."

Or maybe that's just what he wanted to say.

Instead, like the true gentleman, I'm sure he was pretending to be, he rights me up and holds me firmly to make sure I don't make another klutzy accident. "Woah, are you alright? It seems like you've had too much to drink."

Let me tell you, his hands were so firm, with veins along the top, and his jawline was so sharp, and his cologne- oh dear God, he smelt nothing like the sixth grade boys who poured an entire bottle over their head in the locker room- he knew how to actually put on cologne! I wanted nothing more than to fall again and have another 'accident' by slipping right on his penis.

Of course, I didn't actually say that- he'd probably think I was psycho. Instead, I said, "Oops," and blushed profusely. "I suppose you're right."

As soon as he was sure I could stand on my own he looked deeply into my eyes and said- "Wow, your pupils are super dilated. I should get you some water to help you sober up."

Romantic right? Like the polite way of saying, "Holy crap, you look like a hot piling piece of shit right now! What a mess, I'm going to take pity on you so that you don't end up getting kidnapped while wandering through the streets." That would be a way to start off the year.

I simply nodded along dumbly as he told me to wait right where I was, and true enough, within a few seconds he's back with a bottle of water- unopened- and hands it to me. I thank him for it, and as I unscrew the cap- a very tight cap, mind you, that's how I know it's unopened. I'm terrible at opening unopened caps- someone bumps into me.

I should probably mention at this moment that I had decided to wear a white turtleneck to this New Year's Eve party. While I'd normally dress like a proud 50-year-old mom reliving her bimbo days as she's drunk at some retirement home party, where she works part-time, I instead chose to go the more practical route and dress warmly. Otherwise, my nipples would get so hard they'd burst from my shirt and say, "Hello, world!"

Of course, I'm sure you know that white clothing + water is never a good thing. Especially if you're wearing a black bra underneath said clothing. Therefore Hoseok quickly froze up, ushered me outside onto the balcony so we could be away from the crowd- and somehow, I'm too drunk to remember- got this big ass parka and draped it over me. Of course, being partially soaked and in the freezing cold in winter, isn't exactly the best case scenario. However, I didn't want to be that asshole who was like, "Thanks for the help, but you really made things worse." That, and I was looking to get wet somewhere else because of this guy if you catch my drift.

"Thank you," I say, bundling up. I know the parka is his because it smells like his cologne. I want to bury myself in it like the obsessive hermit I am.

Hoseok just smiles at me and shrugs, as if it's no big deal, which it totally isn't. "No problem, glad to help. You kind of seemed out of it."

"What's your name?"  I questioned, unaware that I was about to be more blessed than the Holy Trinity itself once he dropped it.

"Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. And you?"

"Y/N."

His cheeks were so rosy from the cold outside- and probably because I also took his fucking parka- but I'm going to fantasize it was because of me instead. "Y/N," he said. "I like it."

It's a brief moment, and silence hangs between us. You know when you meet someone for the first time, and you don't know what to talk about, because you don't know anything you have in common yet? It was like that. I was just itching to find something to say, but when you're buzzed, it's sort of hard to figure out the right words or questions. I'm usually much better at these sort of things- just ask the middle school friends I used to have- I was a fucking wiz at truth or dare.

We hear shouting from inside, and the moment is over. 10!...9!...8!...7!...6!...

Hoseok looks to me for a second, and I'm pretty sure he was actually blushing this time. I feel my heart begin to pound a bit faster at the thought that he's going to kiss me, and I feel gleeful! Like a school girl instead of someone who's going to work hungover tomorrow.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes yes yes!

"Sure." I say it in a way that sounds as though I would've followed it with 'whatever'. I'm surprised I kept my chill, seeing that in my head I was bouncing on the balls of my feet.

5!...4!...3!...

He leans in, and I can smell the cologne much stronger now, as though he applied it just below his ears, where his jawline curved upward.

2!...

Was this it? Was I going to get a New Year's kiss? I should've asked if he had herpes first.

1!...

He gives me a peck on the cheek. it's warm, and it makes me feel warm despite the bitter air stinging my cheeks, but it's warm nonetheless. Honestly, I prefer the fact he kissed my cheek instead of kissing me on the lips. Sure, I was slightly disappointed at the time, but now that I write this before heading to work, with a mild migraine and a sober mind, I'll tell you why the cheek was better.

He knew I was drunk, and if he were to kiss me or do anything further, it would've been taking advantage of my state. Secondly, a kiss to the cheek is harmless. It's cute, it's innocent, it's... sweet. I feel somewhat guilty for wanting to jump his bones at that moment, but it was the sweetest thing! Adorable, truly.

The moment is ingrained in my head, but the minute the clock struck twelve, everything else seemed to speed up. Before I knew it, I was writing in way-too-big-handwriting along his forearm, in sharpie, my number. He called me an Uber, and then I wake up in bed with a pounding headache and a message in my phone of a 'Hey' and a smiley face, with a little ramble about how he met me at the party and who he was. As if I could forget! (Scratch that, I could totally forget, drunk me is stupid enough.)

I've got to get to work, but something about this guy makes me feel elated.

Day 7

Mr. Jung Hoseok and I just went on a date.

A. Date.

Let me clarify if you didn't get that right.

A.

Date.

Got it? Good.

We've been texting for a week and such, and he's so much sweeter and funnier through texts. He likes my sense of humor- despite how raunchy and weird I am, though it wasn't what he initially expected- and he's a lot more outgoing than I expected. He's louder than I thought- even through the phone when we called. My friends think I'm going fast since I called him, but I think it's silly. We haven't even kissed yet, who cares?

Oh, yes, the date! I should explain that.

So we decide to meet at this ice rink at the zoo. Every year they open one up right next to the ostriches- y'know, those big weird birds that vaguely resemble feet and look like they want to kill you? Those. Hoseok totally agreed on my sentiment about that- he said he was scared of ostriches when he was a kid. I said me too! (Total lie, I grabbed a pigeon once, not a good day for 6-year-old me.)

I wait for him in the middle of the ice rink, on my skates, and I see him slowly skating towards me. I look like the living embodiment of the marshmallow man- is that what he's called? That big giant statue thing with the donut that comes to life in Ghostbusters? Whatever, then the tire man they use for those tire commercials, you know the one. He looks like he could model for Abercrombie and Fitch. I was slightly scared that my drunken state had overglorified his in-person glory, but low and behold, he does not look remotely like a thumb! He looks like a fucking god!

And he asked me on a date!

So naturally, my first thought is, "Wow, what an idiot. Someone call Ursala because we've got a poor unfortunate soul over here."

My second thought is, "Wow, where did he get those earmuffs? I want some of those." (His grandma knitted them.)

My third thought was, "Holy shit, I'm falling!"

Sure enough, my butt landed so hard on the ice that I was sure it was going to crack, and all the little kids skating around us would be sunk into the depths of the ice rink. That or my ass would get frostbite. Instead, Hoseok laughed his ass off and reluctantly helped me up whilst wiping the tears off of his face so they wouldn't freeze like icicles.

Other than that blunder, which I can laugh about now, it went great. Our hands made us feel like we were both toddlers with thick fingers that resemble those cartoony ones, plump and fat with the mittens or gloves we wore, clasped around the other's as we skated along. Well, I was attempting to more or less- I'm not the best skater. He was mediocre, but every time he fell I made sure to jeer a good amount as payback before helping him. up. I enjoyed his company and he even laughed at my crude humor. Picture that, a decent guy actually liking me! I thought I was just a magnet for assholes, but here we are!

I went home with a smile on my face and possible frostbite on my ass, and a guarantee for a second date next weekend.

Day 29

Jung Hoseok finally kissed me.

I had kicked my roommate out so that I could watch a movie with him at my place. We were watching We're the Millers, an American classic in my opinion, with my humor down to the T. Hoseok laughed at it too, and it wasn't even the fake laugh you'd expect when you're forced to watch a movie you don't even enjoy. He snorted. Do you know how hard it is to fake a snort? A genuine snort? Like the one where you sound like a pig? God, he was an adorable pig.

It was the part where the kid made out with both his mother and sister I got to thinking- Hey, why hasn't Hoseok kissed me yet? We weren't official or anything, and there was no rush- hell, we were adults, not horny teenagers. But I figured it would've happened by now.

Maybe he could sense I was getting a little confused when I started breathing on my wrist to see if my breath smelled bad. (I had made sure to chew minty gum before the date, just in case.)

The entire night went by before anything happened, and I admit, I felt a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed me yet. I was walking him out of the building (because I didn't want him to be attacked by rapists or anything) and waving goodbye to him as he walked to his car when suddenly he froze in his tracks. My first thought was that he saw a rapist, but instead, he turns around and marches to me, a determined look in his eye, and he kisses me. He kisses me, and he kisses me, and he kisses me. His hands are on either side of my face as he pulls me in, and I didn't care at that moment that my nipples were probably poking through my shirt, or that my hands were so cold they were numb, I just kissed him right back, with my minty breath and everything.

Needless to say, I'm ecstatic to do it again.

Day 40

I'm officially Jung Hoseok's girlfriend.

We were both laying on the couch, my legs sprawled over his as we watch a movie he likes, a Japanese film named Let Me Eat Your Pancreas. (Stupid title, but I swear it's good.)

Suddenly the question pops up.

"Why haven't you asked about our relationship title?"

Strangely enough, it's not overthinking me who asks this question- it's him. Hoseok who simply goes with whatever I suggest despite my antics.

I simply shrug. "I guess we never got around to discussing it. I mean... I really like you. Do you like me?"

Hoseok laughs hard at that. "Are you kidding? I've liked you since I met you- heads over heels, in fact. I thought I was being obvious."

God, you should've seen the stupid grin plastered over my face. I looked like I had just committed a felony and gotten away with it. The same look my aunt would always wear at family reunions.

"Well, if we both like each other, why don't we date exclusively. Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I question. "With me playing the part of the boyfriend, of course."

Hoseok snorts at that- that pig laugh again- of course.

"Then it's settled," I grinned.

"So you're officially asking me to be your boyfriend?"

"More like proclaiming, but whatever you want to call it," I shrug.

Hoseok laughs at that, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to the film. "Proclaiming," he murmurs.

Day 65

I can officially say that I've sat, sucked, and held Jung Hoseok's penis.

And by God, is it a blessing. I'm pretty sure his balls are even more symmetrical than most- and I've touched a lot of balls.

That sounded weird.

Alright, let me just get into what happened. We had been waiting a little while for it to come up- not that we had a schedule, but it wasn't the heated spontaneous moment they show in movies. We were in a heated makeout session, like usual, groping and grinding and all of that good stuff. I was grinding as though he were coffee beans.

Well, the gist of it was that he suddenly pulled back and raised his brows, giving me a questioning look. "Do you want to?" he asked quietly.

We had been dating a bit less than a month if you only count when we were official. But it didn't feel as though it were too soon in my opinion. So I simply kissed him again and asked what he was waiting for. Being the good roommate I was, I didn't let jizz get all over the couch, since it can be a bitch to clean up on that sort of material, and instead lead him to my bedroom.

Maybe I should keep it vague and pull a Donna by placing dot dot dot. But seeing how blatant I have been in this journal about my desire to jump his bones since I met him, I think I won't.

He gave good head. Good everything really. I think he liked the part where I slurped his dick like it was a melting popsicle in July the most. He didn't partake in pillow talk after the deed was done, though. The devil's tango, if you will. The horizontal hula dance- sorry, I'm getting off topic. He fell asleep. Maybe he nutted so hard it sent his consciousness to another dimension. So instead I smiled, kissed his nose, went to pee and snuggled beside him.

Day 117

Hoseok loves me.

I love him too, no doubt. We've been dating for months at this point.

The way it happened was kind of funny, really. I think our entire relationship is, in a sense. We were on the phone and he's away on some business trip. It was probably 3 AM or something, but I was up doing work and he's the type who doesn't feel like hanging up, willing to simply bathe in someone's presence, even if it's only through a screen. He's extroverted like that- he can't stand not having human interaction.

It was when I was yawning, finally wrapping up my work, and Hoseok, though two hours behind me, was getting tired, too. Both of us agreed to hang up, and as he was saying goodbye he accidentally blurted, "Good night, I love you." As soon as he realized what he had admitted, his eyes were the size of golf balls, and he kept murmuring, 'shit shit shit'. In his flustering movements and embarrassment, he dropped the phone, and whilst picking it back up he accidentally hung up.

I, meanwhile, was boisterously laughing the entire time. After the tears dried off my face I squealed to myself, smiling despite everything as I decided first thing when he came back I'd tell him that I felt the same. I had been wondering how to properly address it, but, then again, our relationship isn't exactly the smoothest.

God, I love that fucking dork.

Day 120

I told Hoseok I loved him.

I did it in a really cute way, being the very extra person I am. As I was picking him up from the airport, I decided to make a sign, the same way rich people make their butlers to hold up signs with their last names without anything better to do. On the sign, I put glitter and hearts and pink- trying to make it seem as corny as possible. It said 'Jung, I love you 2'. To top it all off, I had a heart-shaped balloon tied to my left wrist.

Hoseok laughed the moment he saw it, knowing it was just like me to go outrageously above and beyond with this gesture. He dropped his bags and came up to me, hoisting me in the air as though we were in some sort of romcom, and kissed me like it was the first time in years, and in between each kiss he mumbled, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Some people were glaring at the PDA, and the fact I was spreading the glitter from the sign everywhere, but I didn't care. I just cared about the fact that he was back, and he was home, and he was in my arms.

Day 352

Hoseok and I live together now. It's finally been settled. The last box from my now ex-roommate's apartment has been removed, and my toothbrush now sits in the same little cup as Hoseok's does. We spend so much time at each other's places, it was bound to happen. We already act like an old married couple, so I simply asked, "Hey, what would you think if we moved in together?"

He was surprisingly all in for it. He helped me pack and move my things, and here we both are, unpacking my clothes and dividing the drawers so I can cram clothes I no longer wear and lacy underwear I've never worn in the wedges and cracks. Hoseok doesn't complain though- instead of calling me out saying, "You wear the same bra and sweatpants every day, why do you need all of these shorts with writings on the ass?" To which I'd reply, "Fuck off, it was the 2000's." No, he simply says, "You can get the drawers on the left, and I'll get the ones on the right."

I think we work well together so far- but lord knows that living with Hoseok will change things.

The guy puts the toilet paper under instead of over. I'm living with a sociopath- might as well be Jake Paul!

Day 405

Today is my one year anniversary with Hoseok.

My boss forced me to stay late at work, and because of the shitty cellular reception, I was unable to call Hoseok to explain the situation. One of the employees I was supposed to manage severely fucked up, therefore I was the one who was forced to clean up their mess. The boss kept their hawk eyes on me the entire time, as though they blamed me for what had happened, and was scared I'd screw up again. I didn't even have time to whip out my phone to tell Hoseok I was going to be late. It was a pity, too, seeing as he was so excited about whatever surprise he had prepared for me.

By the time I got home, it was far later than usual, and there was dripping wax from the candlelit setup, and the pancakes- my favorite- were cold. Hoseok had fallen asleep at the table, wearing a cute apron and still clutching his phone in his hand.

I felt so guilty for missing our anniversary. Once I woke him up, I apologized profusely, trying to explain the situation. He was groggy, barely understanding what I was saying. I could feel how neglected he felt so, how betrayed and sad. Even when I showed him the tickets to the game he wanted to see- damn good tickets, too- he seemed depressed and sulky. He won't talk to me now, instead giving me a kiss and saying he'd go to bed.

I feel terrible.

Day 456

Hoseok and I got into a fight today.

It was over nothing, really. I forgot what it was over in the first place, but it escalated pretty quickly.

Somehow the conversation deterred to how his parents disapprove of me and how I don't seem to truly love him some days- that I don't take our relationship seriously.

I was sobbing by the end of it, my voice hoarse as I asked him to name examples. I couldn't deny what he said though- but he made it seem as though I put work over him. Not just the anniversary blunder, but the canceling of plans and making him feel neglected or unloved. The best I could fire back with was how his mother always glared at me and made me feel uncomfortable when we went to visit her, and I felt like some whore she thought was taking advantage of her son.

We're both going to bed angry to cool off- but I think it's for the best. I still feel the adrenaline surging throughout me in anger at his words. I hope we can fix this by tomorrow.

Day 623

Apparently Hoseok is cheating on me.

Ridiculous, right? I don't even believe it myself.

A girl friend of mine called me over to come hang out- said it was urgent. I just thought that if she was getting engaged she might as well tell me over the phone.

I think anyone gets a sense of dread when someone says the words, "I have to tell you something," or "I need to talk to you." It just rises panic.

But I wasn't prepared for this.

She says she saw Hoseok with another girl yesterday.

That's ridiculous. I laughed and told her she probably saw someone else and left it at that. Still, curiosity and dread clawed at me. Hoseok and I have been getting in more arguments lately- but surely he wouldn't cheat, right?

I went to confront him- no, no, ask is more correct- about my friend's suspicions. But he was so tired, I just sent him to bed. No doubt he had a long day at work. Besides, I trust Hoseok. There's no way he'd do something like that. The boy who was too afraid to kiss me on the lips he gave me a peck on the cheek? A cheater? Ha! I even laugh as I write this, it's so preposterous.

I'm sure everything's fine.

I hope.

Day 645

I believe Hoseok is cheating on me.

I can't even say it out loud and I'm writing it down.

We've gotten into a lot of fights lately, sure. How I'm too insensitive and don't take anything seriously, to how he focuses too much on work and doesn't acknowledge the hard work I'm putting in. It starts with the small stuff, like what Netflix show to watch, and it slowly escalates. It's been like this for a few months, but goddammit, I love him. I've been with him for so long.

I don't know what to do.

He's been late from work a lot more than usual these past few weeks. I didn't care- more time for me to be away- but then I got suspicious.

Today I found a pair of underpants that aren't mine. This red, skimpy thong. I haven't touched any of my lingerie since I moved in, I never felt the need to impress him after we began letting go. Lord knows he has. So I know it's not mine- and I'll be damned if he's wearing sexier thongs than I am.

No, I don't feel in the mood to be funny. I can't. I can't crack a joke and pretend everything's some comedy skit on SNL. My boyfriend of over a year is sleeping with another woman and it fucking hurts.

I think I'm going to go to bed.

Day 679

"Leave him," they say. "He's a cheating bastard."

I can't deny that bit. I know it- he knows it- we're just still pretending like we're happy. Of course, it's difficult with his dick lodged in some other girl's pussy.

We got in a fight last night and I was brought to tears. He went on about how I couldn't be serious for five minutes since I never seemed to be able to take things into account. I wanted to point out that he wasn't taking our relationship seriously- I almost did, too. I almost blurted out those words, called him exactly what he was, but I couldn't. I can't confront him. I just choke on my own words, as though I'm scared to admit it to myself.

So instead I leave, slamming the door behind me and going out drinking with the girls, downing my thoughts away as they repeat the same old words about how all men are trash.

I'm in the bathroom sobbing by the toilet as I write this. I still love him. How could he do this to me? I can't change who I am. What he once loved about me he seems to despise. He's sleeping right now- went to bed without waiting for me after we had a fight like he used to.

Life fucking sucks.

Day 700

He's leaving.

I heard him on the phone. He calls her 'baby'. I can barely recall the last time he called me that. He says the word promise a lot. She seems angry. I'm writing this as I listen through the landline. The idiot didn't even use his cell phone. He says it'll be in about a week before he breaks things off with me. Why hasn't he done it before if he truly loves this girl? He clearly doesn't love me anymore. Why does he stay? Why do I stay?

She doesn't believe that he's leaving but he keeps saying, "I promise, baby, I promise." I want to shout through the line that he hasn't kept a single promise he's made me, but of course, I can't do that. What mistress would care, anyway?

I wonder at times what she looks like. Sometimes I see a smear of her lipstick on our bedspread or a hair on our couch, and I find myself piecing together an image. She's pretty- prettier than me. That's for sure. She has to be if he's leaving me for her. I don't think I want to know, though. It'll make me feel more insecure about myself.

Maybe it was for the best. Both he and I were too stubborn to leave a toxic relationship on its own- so add a third party into the mix to act as a catalyst. Great fucking idea.

He's hanging up now. He told her he loves her.

It took him 117 days to admit he loved me. I wonder how long it took him to fall for her. To fall out of love with me. I wonder how many days it'll take for me to fall out of love with him. It feels like it'll be forever. I still flip my pages to the beginning of this little book, the beginning of it all as I recorded my- no, our journey together.

I guess it's appropriate this is where it ends.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Day 707

The smoke from the back of the car makes you grimace as you stand stiff and cross-armed by the taxi, Hoseok lugging his suitcases and stuff into the trunk. He would get a friend to stop by tomorrow to pick up the rest of his stuff- assuming you don't burn it by then.

You had caught him packing last night when you finally confronted him, an explosive fight breaking out between the two of you as you both burst into tears. You at the fact he was cheating and leaving you, and him because of what had become of the two of you, how bitter and hateful you had become to one another. And then you both became hollow, cold shells to each other as he packed the rest of his things, getting up bright and early that morning to go to her place, to live there.

Your hands are shaking as you put your hand on his shoulder, and he slowly turns to you.

"Please don't try to convince me to stay, Y/N." His voice is hard and cold, and it makes you feel like an unwanted stranger. Perhaps you were. You barely knew the man before you. He was nothing like the man you had first met on New Year's Eve.

"I won't," you say softly. "I just wanted to give you... a goodbye present."

Hoseok pauses at that and turns around to face you completely, a small book in your hands. "What's this?" he questions.

You suck in a deep breath. "I can't bear to look at it- but it'd be a shame to burn it. You'd have better use of it than me, I think. It's my recordings of... the story of us, I suppose. What it was."

Hoseok's silent for a moment, staring down at the book. "I'm sorry things had to end this way," he murmured quietly, and for a second you're afraid he's going to cry again. Lord knows Hoseok was always a sensitive person.

You find a lump forming in your own throat. "I know you are," you simply say.

Hoseok opens the book to the first page, and you see him sniffle, a tear rolling down his face. Despite all of your friends screaming in your head to spit in his face and scream your head off at him, you see a sliver of the Hoseok you once knew, and you can't bear to show resentment at this moment.

"Day 1," he speaks, his voice cracking. "I met a boy today."

"Yesterday, to be more precise. Exactly 5 hours and 48 minutes from ago, from the moment that I'm writing down these words," you reminisce, quoting it word for word. "You don't know how many times I looked back at that first page, to the memory of when I first met you."

"I wish we could've started over," he said, voice a whisper as his fingers brush over the strokes of your words. "When did things change?"

"Keep reading and find out," you joke, hot tears rolling down your cheeks in fat drops. You feel angry. Angry at yourself for letting the relationship come to this- angry at him for cheating on you- angry, angry, angry. You brush them quickly, stepping back before he could even attempt to reach out to you. "It's a good story, through and through. It'll make for a good read in the car- since you don't get car sick, and all that." God, you remember how jealous you were when you found out that little fact.

There's a pregnant pause between you two.

"I'm still so, so sorry," Hoseok whispered.

For a moment, once again, he reminds you of Day 1 Hoseok, with those soft eyes and sweet expressions.

"Well, being sorry doesn't exactly fix anything, does it?" you spit bitterly, the anger rising once again. Hoseok didn't deserve a bittersweet ending. "It doesn't unfuck a girl, it doesn't erase months of lies, and it doesn't fix our relationship- more accurately what was left of it."

Hoseok doesn't say anything, letting you vent as you continued to berate him.

"I know I fucked up by putting work over you, but that doesn't give you an excuse to cheat. You said it last night- you should've ended things earlier if you really wanted to be with her. You just dragged me along- and despite what you think, I truly loved- no, still love, you. Otherwise, I wouldn't hurt so much. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed, cried, and fought for you. The fact I can't even mark that stupid little book shows that and more- and if you truly still don't believe my feelings, that book will prove it to you. Hundreds of days of you and I written there because I thought- I don't even know what I thought anymore. You're not the Jung Hoseok I fell for, and I guess I'm not the Y/N you fell in love with."

"Anything else you want to say?" Hoseok breathed solemnly, not even putting up a fight to defend himself. It angered you more that he wasn't fighting back, like your usual duals. He simply took it and stood there, not caring anymore. He couldn't even fight anymore. People only fought for things they cared about- and clearly, he didn't care about you anymore.

Yes, you want to scream. You fucked up. Badly. You're the antagonist in this situation, not me. You're the bad guy. We could've had a fresh start and worked things out- but you're the one who fucking fucked things up like the fucker you are. This is your fault!

"Nothing you don't already know."

Hoseok was tight-lipped, mumbling a goodbye as he left in the taxi, letting the story come to a close.

[bvidzsoo]

Abiding Darkness (III)

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warning: none yet

 Pairing: Oh Sehun x OC

 Word count: 4, 330

 Summary:  Belikov Bora is living in Seoul at her grandparents as she had gotten her long awaited scholarship. She’s not new to this world but she’s also not really interested in the famous people of it…so maybe that’s why she gets the shock of her life when a zombie apocalypse begins and she’s stuck with Oh Sehun.

 A/N: Third part is here and I hope you’ll like it. You know...your feedback is very appreciated  :))

     When I said that Sehun isn’t the type to speak too much, I was pretty much right. We’ve been walking side by side for at least an hour now and hasn’t said a single word. The deafening silence was eating me alive but the fear of encountering something like that again was keeping me alert, always looking around and listening closely to the quietest sounds. The sun was slowly going down, emitting an orange glow. Other times, I would have enjoyed this view from my room or would have went with Yoora to take pictures as she’s really obsessed with taking pictures of the sun. But today it seemed less magical to watch the sun go down as the stranger beside me was also making me quite uncomfortable.

“We are here” Sehun spoke up and I almost ran into him. The building we were standing in front of was tall and just like any other buildings, the windows were missing.

“Is it safe?” I muttered, staying close to Sehun as he lead the way inside.

“I don’t know” He shrugged and I scoffed, embracing myself as we stepped over a fallen flower.

“I only know what you do too, so don’t ask me questions about things like this” He glanced back at me, no surprise with a glare, and I just rolled my eyes.

“You could be a little bit nicer, you know” I mumbled as we walked down the lobby, or at least the remains of the lobby.

“Are you serious?” I asked, eyes wide, when Sehun stopped in front of the elevator, pressing the button.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows when the doors opened and I felt reluctant in entering it. What if it stops working while we are inside? Or what if the ropes aren’t strong enough to keep us up after the earthquake?

“Just come on, okay?” Sehun sighed tiredly and I bit my lower lip, taking small steps inside, trying to see if the elevator made any unnecessary movement. Sehun only rolled his eyes, gripped my arm, and pulled me inside, pressing the button for the twenty fifth floor.

“Sehun!” I gasped, pulling my arm free “What if the elevator stops working? Or what if the ropes break? Are you seriously so inconsiderate? Shouldn’t you value your precious life--”

“Stop talking, Bora” Sehun threw me a glare and I scoffed, turning away from him.

Once the elevator stopped, I could finally breathe normally, I followed Sehun outside and down the long hallway. We stopped in front of a red door with the numbers, 188, on it.

Sehun’s hands were in his pocket as he was probably looking for his keys and when he found them, he quickly opened the door. I followed him inside quietly, eyes widening at the good looking place. They definitely have everything they need.

Sehun was quick to kick off his shoes and he threw his coat on the hanger while I played with the straps of my backpack, looking around.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked with a sigh and I hummed, quickly undressing myself. The windows seemed to be doing fine, everything at their place.

“How are the windows not broken?” I asked, touching the nearest to me “And this place looks so neat when there was an...earthquake…”

“I already told you I don’t know more than you, it’d be nice if you stopped asking stupid questions” Sehun sighed, leaning against the wall.

“Right, I forgot you can’t stand stupid people” I whirled around, facing him “To your information, I can get really stupid so you should just start accepting me the way I am. I don’t call you out for your emotionless face, do I?”

“That’s different from your ranting” He scoffed, walking past by me.

“No, it’s not” I called after him as he shook his head.

“Just follow me”

He lead me down a narrow hallway, which had at least five rooms. He stopped in front of the middle door on the right and pushed it open with his leg.

“You’ll sleep here tonight” He walked inside, going for a closet.

“Who’s room is this?” I asked curiously as I walked inside, observing the many polaroid pictures on the wall on the left side of the room. They were full with Sehun and another man, I think his name is Suho? But there were other people as well. Sehun’s side seemed a little tiddier than this Suho guy’s.

“Mine” Sehun muttered, answering my precious question.

“And who’s that guy?” I asked curiously, pointing at the bunny looking guy.

“Can you stop asking questions?” Sehun sighed and I turned towards him, hands on my hips, “He’s a friend, you’ll be sleeping in his bed”

“If you are uncomfortable sleeping in the same room as me, you can just tell me and show me another room...I saw plenty down this hall”

“And then have you steal something, it’s better like this” Sehun shrugged and I gasped offended.

“I am not a thief!”

“I might never know” Sehun shrugged again and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from snapping at him.

“I guess you have no clothes with you…” Sehun’s eyes drew in my body, eyes watching me intently.

“Right” I scoffed, a little blush forming on my lips “Because I carry clothes with me to classes, Oh Sehun”

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic, thank you very much” He rolled his eyes as I plopped down on Suho guy’s bed, “Stay here, I will bring you some clothes”

I nodded, eyes surveying the room. On the bedside table, near Sehun’s bed, was a framed photo of a family. There were two boys and a woman and man. Walking closer, I leaned down and narrowed my eyes. The boy looked a lot like Sehun and I figured this must be a family photo. The boy beside him was slightly taller and had his arm around Sehun’s shoulder. The mother and father were standing beside their sons and had big, happy, smiles on their faces. A small smile crossed my face as I looked at the family photo, wishing I could see my parents. I really miss them, grandma and grandpa are doing a great job but it’s not them.

“I figured you needed smaller clothes--” I whirled around at the sound of Sehun’s voice, eyes wide as if I was caught doing something bad, “What are you doing?” “Nothing, I was just looking at the family picture” I shrugged, looking away from his glaring face.

“Can you stay out of my personal life?” Sehun hissed as he gripped my arm and dragged me away from the picture.

“Wow, calm down, man...okay?” I huffed, pulling my arm roughly away “I was just looking”

“These are the clothes” Sehun roughly pushed the clothes against my chest and I took them with a roll of my eyes.

“Go and freshen up, the bathroom is right beside this room on the right” He muttered, going to his closet.

“Great” I muttered with a grimace, the cologne of the clothes hitting my nose hard, “Just so you know...your brother is more handsome than you”

Sehun’s head snapped into my direction and I quickly left the room with a smirk, he was probably wishing to murder me right now. Besides, it was a lie...Sehun is better looking.

After showering and washing off all the dirt from my body and hair, I felt like a new person. The water was clean and pretty warm, and I don’t doubt I stayed in the shower for at least half an hour. Hopefully Sehun isn’t waiting after me to shower, this apartment seems big enough to have at least two bathrooms.

Drying my hair with the towel as best as I could, I quickly took on the male clothes, cringing a little at the too sweet cologne. Who places this much cologne on their clothes? The pants were a little bit long, but at least at the hips they fit. The black t-shirt was also big and it reached my butt but anything for clean clothes. Folding my dirty ones, I exited the bathroom and went to Sehun’s room, placing my clothes on this Suho guy’s bedside table.

Curious of where Sehun was, I wandered around the place, coming to the kitchen. Sehun wasn’t there but my stomach seemed to protest so I walked to the fridge and opened it. My eyebrows furrowed at the few items inside and I sighed when I realized they didn’t have much to eat. Some leftovers that didn’t look too great or I can cook some spaghetti. I’m pretty sure Sehun would be angry but I’m hungry, and he must be too, so I don’t care what he thinks.

I took a pot and filled it with water, placed it on the electronic cooker and turned it on. I found another pot for the sauce and after combining different foods from their fridge, I placed it on the fire as well.

I leaned against the counter with a sigh, wondering if all the boys from EXO live here. They probably do since there are so many rooms and I’m not wearing Sehun’s clothes.

“What are you doing?” I jumped at his raspy voice, looking towards the doorway.

“Cooking dinner”

“What?” Sehun’s eyebrows furrowed as he rushed inside the kitchen.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I raised my eyebrows as I watched him inspect the food on the cooker.

“This isn’t your home, you shouldn’t just do things uninvited” Sehun threw me a glare as he walked to sit down.

“So you prefer us dying because of hungriness?” I scoffed when Sehun remained silent and went to stir the sauce a little.

“Whose clothes are these anyways...the cologne is too strong, he needs to knock it off” I muttered while stirring the sauce.

“Baekhyun likes his clothes with cologne always on them” Sehun muttered quietly and I hummed.

“It’s giving me a headache…”

“You said you are a foreigner” Sehun’s voice turned serious as I turned off the cooker.

“Exactly” I nodded, turning to face him.

“What about your grandparents then? You lied to me” Sehun’s eyes were accusing, mouth pulled into a grimace.

“I didn’t” I shrugged “I never lived in Korea, this is my first time and I’ve only been staying here for three months”

“But you aren’t fully a foreigner” Sehun pressed on and I sighed, looking him in the eyes.

“My father is Russian and my mother is Korean, happy?” I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Do you know...things about Korea?” Sehun gulped as he leaned back in his chair and I rose an eyebrow, turning around to look for bowls.

“I know things about Korea” I muttered. He was probably regretting bringing me here. He probably thinks I know who he is, and he is actually right about it.

“What are you studying?” He eyed the food as I placed the bowl in front of him.

“Psychiatry” I muttered, sitting across from him.

“Then explain the behavior of those things” Sehun said with his eyebrows furrowed and I sighed, looking at my food.

“I don’t know...they look like those zombies you see in movies. Something must have made them like this…” I trailed off, taking a mouthful of my spaghetti.

“That green gas...” Sehun’s eyebrows were furrowed as he watched me, “It must be that” “Than how are we still okay?” I asked with a shrug.

“Maybe we are immune?” I stopped chewing and looked Sehun in the eyes.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, why would we not be dead or like them?” He seemed sure of himself and it kinda made sense.

“Yeah, you are probably right” I muttered and from there on it was silence as we finished our dinner. Sehun seemed hungrier than I was, and yet I still didn’t get a little ‘thank you for cooking dinner, Bora’...but you are still welcome, Sehun.

As I was washing the bowls, I felt warmness behind me.

“You said your grandparents live on the outskirts of Seoul…” I hummed as Sehun remained silent.

“Where more exactly?”

“You know that little forest...after that is a small village and there” I answered him, glancing back at him.

“Okay, we’ll make a plan tomorrow. I’m tired and I’m sure you are too” Sehun’s voice seemed quiet and soft for the first time.

“Yeah” I nodded, drying my hands.

“Let’s go then” He nodded towards the door and switched off the lights as we made our way to his and Suho guy’s room.

He switched on the lamp on Suho’s bedside table as he went to sit on his bed.

“Sehun…” I muttered with a grimace.

“What?” He looked at me curiously.

“Can I wear another t-shirt?” I asked with a pout, pointing at Baekhyun’s t-shirt on me, “This just smells too much and it’s already giving me a headache”

“Fine...” Sehun sighed and lazily got up from his bed and went to his closet, “but my t-shirts are too big for you”

“That doesn’t matter” I shrugged and caught the black t-shirt he threw at me.

“Thanks” I smiled at him and turned around to quickly change the t-shirts. Sehun remained quiet as I heard shuffling on his bed. This t-shirt definitely was bigger as it reached mid-thigh but didn’t carry any cologne and I sighed intently, glad to get that sweet smell away from my nose. I reached for my pants and quickly pulled them off.

“What are you doing?” Sehun asked alarmed and when I turned towards him his eyes were narrowed at me.

“I can’t sleep with pants on” I muttered, growing embarrassed as I held the pants tightly. I grew conscious of my exposed legs as Sehun seemed to look at them longer and I quickly got on the bed and shimmied underneath the blanket.

“Don’t stare at my legs” I muttered, throwing the pant on the floor beside Suho guy’s bed.

“I wasn’t staring at your legs” Sehun scoffed, getting underneath the covers as well.

“Yes, you were” I muttered watching him as he rolled his eyes before turning around, back facing me.

“I wasn’t...goodnight” His voice was muffled and I quickly reached for my backpack, hands digging around for my green notebook.

“Goodnight” I said quietly as I took out my notebook and a pen.

Dear Diary,

Something really crazy happened today. Zombies are real and I was almost killed by one today. There’s also something crazier...I met Oh Sehun. Yes, Oh Sehun from EXO. He doesn’t know that I know who he is. I know that I’m a horrible person for lying to him, but I actually think it’s better if he doesn’t know. He might think that I’m just a crazy fan, when I’m not...I barely know things about them as I wasn’t curious to find out more about Korean celebrities. I know that I’m wrong by lying, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

I will go to bed now because today was a tiring day. I also fear something happened to Yoora, I can’t reach her since there is no phone signal. I hope she’s okay and still alive...not one of those horrible things.

Sleep well now, diary...13.01.2019.

I carefully placed my diary and pen back inside my backpack and shimmied underneath the covers, switching off the light. The room was covered in darkness and Sehun’s steady breathing slowly lulled me to sleep.

    The rays of sun falling on my cheek made me stir in my peaceful sleep and I groaned as I shifted on my back. The bed felt different from mine and the slight apple scent of the sheets made me shift again as I slowly starting gaining consciousness. Groaning again, I abruptly rose in a sitting position and rubbed my eyes as I yawned loudly. I heard an amused scoff and my eyes abruptly flew open as I stared wide eyed at a...half naked Oh Sehun.

“What are you doing?” I embarrassedly called out with my raspy, morning voice, as I quickly covered my eyes with my hands.

“Changing” Sehun answered amused as I heard more shuffling.

“I see you slept well in my friend’s bed” His voice was quite amused and I scoffed, rolling my eyes that were still shielded from Sehun’s naked torso.

“Yeah...the mattress is a little too...light” I muttered, the stiffness in my lower back being the proof of it.

It was silent for a good minute and I thought Sehun just magically disappeared from the room, but then his deep voice made me jump, “I prefer harder mattresses too”

“Really?” In my surprised state, my hands fell from my eyes but the door just closed. My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at the closed door, sighing loudly since I was alone in the room.

“Why is he so difficult…” I muttered, climbing out of bed. The cooler air hit my exposed legs and I quickly pulled on the pants I got from Sehun yesterday but decided to stay in his t-shirt since the other one smelled too much of that cologne.

Exiting his room, I ran my hands through my messy hair, walking towards the bathroom to freshen up. Making sure it was empty, I walked inside and turned on the cold water, looking for toothpaste. There were three different ones and my eyebrows furrowed, aren’t all toothpaste the same? Shrugging, I took the green one which tasted like mint and apples...is this Suho guy’s too?

After brushing my teeth with the use of my finger as best I could, I sprinkled cold water on my face and sighed longly, enjoying the water drop to my neck. I can never use warm water after I wake up, I always wash my face with cold water, it’s refreshing. After drying my face, my eyebrows furrowed as I realized I wet the collar of Sehun’s t-shirt. I hope he won’t mind too much.

Going to the kitchen, I played with the ends of my hair as one piece fell onto my face. I was surprised to see Sehun pouring some milk into a bowl and one bowl of cereals was already on the table. I cleared my throat as I walked inside and Sehun threw me a glance.

“Breakfast is ready” He muttered quietly and a small smile fell on my lips. This felt normal...well, if you ignore the fact that zombies can kill us any second and that we are strangers, I wouldn’t mind having Sehun around me...as a friend, of course.

“Thanks” I muttered as I took a seat at the table.

“So...we need to make a plan” Sehun cleared his throat as he sat across me.

“I know” I nodded, quietly slurping the milk.

“You know…” I looked at Sehun while biting my lower lip. His eyes fell on me as he raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t have to come with me because you feel obliged...I can go alone, besides, I’m sure you want to be reunited with your friends and...family”

Sehun’s eyes became once again blank as he threw me a small glare, his cereal long forgotten.

“Listen, Bora. I was the one who said we should stick together” His voice was firm and left no room for contradiction “And I’m a man of my words, so I am not going anywhere. We are sticking together whether we like it or not. It’s safer for both of us”

“If I get infected…” I hardly swallowed the food in my mouth “You know you have to leave me...even kill me”

“Same goes for me” Sehun nodded but I couldn’t help but look into his eyes, which betrayed him, he was just as terrified of that idea like me, “So let’s do everything to stay safe and healthy”

“Right” I nodded firmly and smiled at him a little bit.

“Do you know anything of your friends?” I asked more quietly this time as we both started eating once again.

“The phones aren’t working yet...I have no idea where they are” Sehun sighed and I couldn’t help but do the same.

“I’m pretty sure my mom is planning my funeral” I muttered with an amused chuckle. Sehun looked at me quite surprised and confused, that’s a first from him.

“You don’t...get along?” He seemed reluctant to ask and for the first time after all this craziness happened, I let myself laugh.

“We do, we get along pretty well. It’s just…” I shrugged, taking the last spoonful of my cereal “I’m not an outdoor person, I’m weak and usually quite dumb...I’m pretty sure she didn’t expect me to survive. And I’m sure she called me and my grandparents too and seeing we aren’t answering...she thinks I’m dead, I am sure of it”

“She should trust you more” Sehun’s comment made me look at him embarrassed “You aren’t as weak or dumb as you think you are, Bora”

“But I brought that zombie to you--”

“And probably I would have ran into one sooner or later...if you weren’t there, I might have died too not knowing how to react” Sehun shrugged and his voice was sincere, I couldn’t help but smile a little again.

“Yeah, you freezing out there was no help” I teased with amusement and Sehun scoffed, for the first time, his glare directed towards me was playful.

“You almost broke my arm with the way you were squeezing it”

“Well, I was just trying to survive, and you weren’t cooperating” I shrugged and just for a little fraction, his lips lifted into a small smile. I cleared my throat and looked down embarrassed, raising from the table to take my bowl to the sink. He is too handsome to leave me unaffected.

“I’ll wash the dishes now” Sehun snatched the bowl from my hands and I looked at him surprised, “You washed them yesterday”

“Oh, right” I muttered, stepping away to let him have more space. Looking around awkwardly while Sehun quickly washed the bowls, my eyes fell on the fridge and on the neon yellow sticky note. Curiously, I walked to it and took it off from the fridge.

‘Sehun, if you see this...you need to hide from those things at all costs. You can’t let them touch you nor bite you, Oh Sehun you need to survive, you hear me! We were evacuated to the Naksan Park, to the N Tower. I’m not sure for how long those things will be like that but...please take care, and only if you really must to, come and find us. We are concerned about you, you are the only one missing, Sehun. I really hope you didn’t pull a prank on us and are still alive! Hyungs are counting on you, stay safe, we love you!

~Junmyeon hyung’

“Sehun” I quickly tapped his shoulder and he looked at me with an eyebrow raised, “You need to read this”

Pushing the sticky note into his hands I watched him as his eyebrows furrowed as he read the note from Junmyeon. I wonder which one is Junmyeon...Is it the bunny faced guy? Isn’t it that the Suho guy then? Ah, all these stage names confuse me too much.

“We need to go there” Sehun’s eyes searched my face and I nodded unsure.

“I agree but...my grandparents…” I trailed off, afraid of Sehun’s answer.

“After we rescue them, we go to the park, okay?” Sehun gripped my shoulders tightly and I looked up at him, nodding my head quickly.

“Okay, thank you” I patted his arm as his hands fell to his side and he nodded at me, gripping the sticky note tightly.

“At least I know they are safe” He muttered with a relaxed sigh and I nodded with a grimace, I wish my grandparents are safe too.

“Okay, the plan is the following” Sehun cleared his throat as his brows pulled together. I walked beside him and looked up at him, listening closely.

“We leave in half an hour to your grandparents house, but I’m pretty sure we won’t get there today so we’ll stop somewhere--”

“Stop somewhere?” My eyebrows furrowed and Sehun nodded, “That’s not safe. Your hyungs said--”

“They aren’t here, I am on my own now, I know what I am doing...just trust me, Bora” Sehun leaned a little down to be eye level with me. I gulped and nodded flustered, trying to only look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I…” I cleared my throat upon realizing my voice didn’t sound like me at all “I trust you, I guess”

“I trust you too” Sehun’s lips pulled into a small smile and I offered one of mine.

“So after we stop at a house for the night, I’m pretty sure tomorrow we’ll be able to get to your grandparents. We could stay there for the night and the next day I can leave for the Naksan Park--”

“You? What about me?” I asked alarmed, would he really just abandon me like that?

“I figured you’d want to stay with your grandparents…” Sehun trailed off, searching my face.

“I’m-I’m not sure” I muttered, biting my lower lip nervously “I’ll give you an answer once we get there”

“Okay, fair enough” He hummed and straightened back up, “Let’s go and pack”

I nodded and followed Sehun back to his room, seems like a long journey is in front of us. And dangerous if might I add. Minus the fact that now I feel responsible for keeping Sehun alive after I saw the note left from his band members. I must keep him safe at all costs, his life is more worthy than mine...even though such thing as celebrities don’t exist in times like this.

 ~Next Part~

[hey-hey-chan]

Magic Shop - Minho

❀ Slight angst with some laughter 

❀ Warning: mentions of death/loss 

❀ Word count: 3.9K

❀ Working at your local cafe that’s always mistaken as a magic shop is quite tiresome. What happens when it’s more magical than you thought?

❀ A/N: Because i’ve been listening to Magic Shop so often ,, this idea just popped into my head I guess :// this is diff on how i imagined it but whatever that’s how life works. I actually wrote this cuz i was having a tough time and i just needed to relax and breathe. Take things slowly, the world is not as fast paced as you think and stay strong,, this was the point of this fic but it turned ,, idk man

beware i didnt proofread

“What do you mean you don’t sell magic tricks here?! I came all across town just to find something for my son! If-” I took a deep breath and gave the man a nice smile.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t sell any magic toys or anything like that here. We’re just a cafe, I could get you a coffee-” Before I could finish, the man was waving his hands at me and stomping out of the door along with his clearly upset wife.

I took a deep sigh and returned to wipe down the tables. It was almost 10pm and the cafe was closing up in an hour, yet we barely got costumers around this time. 

I scrubbed the table harder, still upset about the event that just took place. I’d gotten similar angry people who had stormed into the cafe thinking it was some sort of magic shop. 

Ok, I guess I should’ve expected it before I applied for this job. I mean the name of the shop is called “Magic Shop”. I just assumed that people would look up what’s actually inside of the shop instead of barging in and demanding random knick knacks.

“I’m heading out first y/n, close up shop for me?” I nodded to the elderly man. 

“Yeah sure, have a nice night.” I said. He dipped his hat to me, walking slowly on his way out. For some reason, I got the courage to say “hey, what did you even name this cafe Magic Shop?” Once he turned around, I continued. “Everyone gets confused on the name anyways, wouldn’t it be easier to change?” I suggested. 

As always, the man gave me a small smile and shook his head. “I think the name of this place fits it. It’s quite magical. Magic comes to those who work here and believe int it.” Before I could ask more questions, the man said a quick “goodnight” before exiting quickly. I grumbled and returned to cleaning up shop. 

“Magical my ass. The only thing magic about here is how many people come in thinking we’re an actual magic shop without researching about it.” I whispered furiously to myself. 

As I was turned to walk to the employees room, I heard the familiar buzz which signaled that someone walked into the shop. I turned and saw a young couple walking towards me. 

Oh great, people. 

I gave them a quick fake smile and returned to the cash register. 

“Hi! Welcome to Magic Shop, what can I get for you two?” I asked nicely. The young man, about my age, smiled handsomely at me. 

“Hm, what do you want babe?” He asked to the other girl beside him. The pair looked like the perfect couple; she had light brown hair and was wearing a brown dress while the man was dressed in dark jeans and a button down. I wish I could have that once again. 

Suddenly, their perfect facade broke when the girl rolled her eyes. 

“Get me whatever.” She muttered. I almost cringed when she let go of his hand to fumble through her purse and pulled out her phone. 

I looked back at the boy and made awkward eye contact. I tried not to put judgement into my eyes but all he did was sigh.

“Um, how’s the tiramisu?” He asked looking through the clear glass. 

“The tiramisu? That’s actually my favorite, it’s SO good. Ours has a bit more rum in it than usual, but that’s personally how I like it.” I admit. He gave me a smile smirk and nodded.

“Wow, that’s cool ‘cause that’s the way I like it too. I get slightly irritated when there’s just too much coffee.” He distorted his face and shook his head. I laughed at his antics. 

“Great, so would you like that for here or to go?”

“To go please.” 

I nodded and reached into the glass to get a slice of cake. 

“AHEM!” I swear I almost bonked my head on the top of the shelf. I poked my head up and stood.

“Is there a-” 

“I can’t eat cake, I’m on a strict diet!” The girl cried out. I knew better than to get involved in relationship drama. Unfortunately, it happens a lot more often at cafes than one thinks. 

“Babe, c’mon, it’s one slice, that won’t do anything to you! Plus, you’re the one who didn’t want to choose the-”

The girl slammed her hand on the shelf, making it rattle. My eyes widened in shock.

“Stop that! You’re always taunting me and putting me down and I’m sick of it! Come back when you’re done eating your cake!” Then she turned her gaze towards me. “And when you’re done flirting with that stupid cashier!” The childish girl ran out of the cafe, taking her attitude with her. 

Once I thought she was over, she stormed back into the cafe. “Actually don’t waste your time coming back! I’m sick of you!” She screamed and ran out again.

The boy and I stood in shock for a while until he groaned and looked out the window, hoping to find her there. But instead we saw her get into a taxi and drive away. 

“Um, do you still want that cake?” I asked awkwardly. I was a cashier, I was supposed to be happy at all times. I wasn’t trained on how to deal with messy breakups...or whatever that was. 

The boy didn’t answer my question so I closed the shelf and took out a slice just in case. If he didn’t want it, then I would be glad taking it home.

I watched him slump against the chair and sigh. “You ever had any messy breakups?” His question was totally normal, yet I still felt a pain in my chest at the question. 

“Um, sorta.” I answered blandly. He raised a brow but then turned away to look out the window. He loosened his tie and relaxed.

“Yours worse than mine?” He asked hesitantly. I shrugged and put the cake behind me, assuming he wasn’t going to eat it.

“Probably, but to everyone, their breakup is always the worst.” I fiddled with my uniform. For some reason, it felt normal to talk to this boy about something I’d never been able to talk about before. 

“Yeah you’re probably right.” He fiddled with the sugar stand on the counter. “How young were you?” He asked. I hesitated, then sighed.

“I was 15. He was 17.” I noted casually, taking off my apron and hanging it up. He scoffed.

“15? That hardly counts then. How bad could it have been?” 

I felt like worlds passed by before I mustered up the courage to speak again. 

“He got hit by a car. Passed two days later.” I whispered out. The boy turned to me in shock and I knew he regret his words.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-” I cut the boy off, not wanting to hear anymore.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. It was no one’s fault. I wish I could blame someone, but I can’t.” I muttered. 

I dimmed the lights out and looked to the boy.

“I’m closing now, so I guess our conversation has to end here.” He got the hint and stood, gathering his jacket he had taken off. 

“Hey, I’m really sorry for pushing. I guess I’ve been so full of myself lately, thinking my relationship was the worst.” He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled bitterly. “I guess I took for granted that I could just get out of the relationship if I wanted.” I shrugged and tussled my hair out of it’s ponytail.

“I guess. But you should’ve live like someone will die any minute.” 

I grabbed my keys as we both headed to the door. 

“Then, how do you live?” I paused for a moment, unsure how to answer his question.

“Like I will.” 

-----

“Sorry, we don’t sell cards and magic books here, sorry.” I repeated the same line once again. I flinched back once I saw the angry reactions of the people. 

“Maybe you should rename your goddamn shop then!” The kids marched out and talked bad about me behind my back. I blew out a huff of air and saw my bangs fly up. 

I frowned once I saw other people who popped into the shop walked out as well. I hate this place so much. 

“It’s your break now y/n.” I nodded to the other girl and almost ran to the back room. 

“Rough day?” My boss asked. He was an elderly man who did nothing but say ambiguous statements and made bad jokes.

“It can’t be because I saw no dogs!” He chuckled at his joke while I stared at him, wondering if he actually thought that was funny.

I instead sipped on my coffee and sighed. “Not any different from the ones before. People are still upset that we aren’t a magic shop. Maybe we should just become one so appease them.” I joked. The old man chuckled and slapped his leg.

“But that would break the purpose of this shop!” I raised a brow.

“Making a shop called Magic Shop into an actual magic shop would defeat the purpose of this shop?” 

“Yes.” He nodded. “Then it wouldn’t be magic anymore.” I gave him a hard stare and felt defeated at his words. What the hell did that even mean?

Then the man looked at me, frowning. “Hey, why aren’t you dating? I saw that boy from this morning chatting you up and you did...nothing!” He exclaimed, almost baffled that I wouldn’t flirt with cute boys.

I shrugged and drank more coffee. “Um, sorry, I only date men who wear cologne in a green bottle and sing Christmas songs in the summer time. Oh and he also has to have a pencil collection and have socks for every day of the week.” He scoffed and shook his head at my detailed response. He ignored me. 

“You’re still young and vivacious.” I was about to question to word choice but he went on. “You’re supposed to be breaking hearts and then piece them back together.” He made little sewing movements which made me break into laughter.

“Hah hah, you’re hilarious.” I spat, but with less bite than usual. I knew the old man was just looking out for me. 

He sat still in his spinny chair, saying nothing which was odd for his normal behavior. 

“You can’t let one bad experience ruin your entire life. People leave, people are lost; only you can continue to move on.” My expression turned hard at his statement, but I softened when I remember his wife had also pass not too long ago. “Sometimes all you can do is just drink tea and stare at the universe. Let the calmness fill you more than the experiences you’ve had, and that’s how you rejuvenate yourself.”

Before I could ask what that meant, he turned back to his computer and started typing again. I listened to the rhythm of his fingers hitting the keys and the sound of the people shouting outside. 

“S-sorry, I-I’m I-” I sighed and stood. The young, new girl at the cash register was too shy to tell people off and was always terrible at staying calm. 

“Hey, let her deal with it.” He muttered. I raised a brow and pointed at the door.

“Do you hear her? I’m afraid she’ll have a panic attack in front of all these people.” I said harshly. 

“She needs to get stronger.”

“Well, some people are already strong.” I retorted. He held his fingers to his lips and pointed outside. I listened on to the commotion outside.

“Sorry we don’t sell magic stuff here! Go somewhere else and buy it!” I heard the dainty and shaky voice yell. I heard the buzz of someone leaving the cafe and I knew they left. 

I looked over at the older man and he smiled. 

“You’re never born strong, you just have to be strong sometimes.” I let his words resonate through my brain, chewing on the words. 

I sighed and turned to the door again.

“And I do hope you go on a date with the boy who visited last night.” My eyes widened and I jumped back in shock.

“W-what? How did you even know about-”

“Hey, your break is done. Tick tock.” 

----

“Drink tea and stare at the universe. What the hell does that even mean?” I mumbled to myself. The shop was empty as it was almost closing time. I had to talk to myself to fill the silence. 

As I was about to walk out the door, I took a moment of silence for myself. 

“Dammit.” 

Those were the last words I said before I was sitting in a chair, sipping on some tea. It wasn’t as romantic looking as someone would imagine. I was drinking passion fruit tea and it was a bright pink. It was in a plastic cup since I was sick of doing the dishes. It was no small, dainty white cup with smoke steaming from it. It was just fruity iced tea.

Yet, the old man was right, I felt at peace. 

Until I heard a buzz come from the door. 

“Who the-” I whispered. As I turned around, I saw the boy from last night staring back at me. I froze from shock.

“Um, hey, it’s me again.” He chuckled. I nodded, taking a sip from my tea.

“Yeah, I remember.” I laughed. He held out a hand.

“Minho.” 

“Y/n.” I shook his head, wondering why the guy was so formal.

I noted he was holding flowers and raised a brow. 

“Oh these? I don’t even know, some guy just handed these to me on the streets and I didn’t have the heart to say no.” He giggled childishly. 

I felt my nose getting itchy and a sneeze about to form. “Well, I’m allergic, so, um.” His eyes widened in panic. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! Um, I should.” Before I could give him ideas, he opened the door and set them outside. “There, gone.” 

“Thanks.” I then nodded to the counter. “Want something?” He shook his head.

“Nah, I should be heading home soon. I put a roast in the oven before I left.” I scoffed at his words. Who puts something in the oven and then just leaves their house?

“Well, what did you come here to say then?” I felt his nervousness roll off in waves. I could almost expect what was coming.

“Um, well, I was just gonna ask for your phone number. But, I feel really awkward right now and usually I’m good at this and-” He stopped when I started laughing. “Look, I just wanna be friends.” I raised a brow mockingly.

“Oh wow, first last words before friends becomes something else.” Now it was his turn to raise a brow.

“Well, I wouldn’t be too upset at that.” 

I said nothing at that response. Then, I cut the boy some slack. I pulled out my phone and gave it to him.

“Here. Type yours in.” He looked at me with happy eyes and quickly typed it in.

“I’m going to be 100% honest, I had no idea what I was thinking when I was coming over here today. All I knew is I wanted to talk to you more.” I nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes you need to just go with your gut.” 

A wave of silence over whelmed us. 

“So that roast.” I nodded hurriedly. 

“Yeah, so, see you around I guess?” I turned to walk out the door, but he caught me softly on the wrist.

“Wait, how are you getting home?” He asked. 

“Uh, by bus.” 

“I’ll drive you.” I shook my head. “Oh c’mon, it’s late and I bet the last bus already left.” I checked my clock. It didn’t. 

I paused to give him an answer.

“Ok, fine, I’ll go with you.” I felt my heart burst when he smiled widely.

“Great, let’s go to my house first so I can take out my roast.” I let out a loud bark of laughter and followed him to his car.

I got in and noted his clean car. 

“It’s pretty clean.” I noted. He shook his head and nodded.

“Yeah, I used to have to clean it because Sooyoung loved it clean. But now it’s over so.” He shrugged. I patted him on the shoulder.

“Sorry, dude.” He gave me a look.

“Do I really seem that upset about it?” 

“No, but I felt like I had to do something.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. He moved a bottle to the side to make way for my tea. 

“Sorry, I don’t know why I have my cologne in here. I hope you’re not sensitive to smells.” I stared at the green bottle and shook my head.

“Nope. My nose is strong just like my mind.” He laughed and started the car. He slipped in a DVD and pushed a few buttons. “You like DVD’s still?” He gasped and feigned offense.

“Hey, I like the feeling of DVD’s in my car.” He pressed the play button. “Sleigh bell’s ringing, are you listening?” He sang to the first line. I felt my heart drop. 

“A-are you singing Christmas songs in the summer?” I stuttered out. The car was filled with the familiar tune of Winter Wonderland which filled me of memories of snow and hot chocolate. 

The boy laughed heartily. “Yes, Christmas songs are the best songs. Also, fun fact, I’m pretty sure it’s a way to cool down in the summer. You’re reminded of snow and joy that you don’t mind the heat and sadness as much.” I scoffed at his words, but nonetheless enjoyed the song selection.

“Hey, I don’t judge man. I love it too.” I shrugged. I loved the winter time. The heat always made me insanely bored and sad. I felt no motivation to do anything, plus I had no AC. The boy gave me an odd look.

“Really now? How did your last boyfriend deal with that?” He laughed. I sighed and looked out the window. Suddenly his face dropped. “Oh shoot, I’m sorry-” I waved it off.

“It’s fine! I mean, he personally hated it, as did everyone else.” I shrugged the topic off. “Honestly, we were polar opposites, more like friends than anything romantic to be completely honest. I was a sophomore and he was a senior: it felt like we were worlds apart, ya know?” He nodded and turned into a driveway,. 

“Yeah, I get that. But that doesn’t stop the guilt does it?” He asked softly. I shook my head as he turned off the radio.

“No, I think it makes it worse honestly. Like I feel guilty that I didn’t love him the way I was supposed to.” I muttered out. The pain was so old that it felt like a residual emotion. I could live life without him, but the guilt felt so fresh.

We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. It was a nice house for a young guy like him.

“I hope you don’t mind the mess.” He noted before unlocking the door. As the door was flung open, everything was fairly neat. There were a few blankets and papers sprawled over the place, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. 

“Is that...a pile of pencils?” I asked quietly. He looked behind himself and saw what I was staring at. He laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah, um, I’m actually a college professor. What people don’t know is that the pencils these clumsy children leave behind are MINE.” He laughed maniacally and I couldn’t help but bursting into fits of laughter as well.

“Wow, I guess I’ll never drop my pencil in your class then.” He rolled his eyes. He stepped into the kitchen and pulled out the roast that looked magnificent. 

“I have a feeling I would give yours back though.” He gave me a sly smile and dusted his hands off. I rolled my eyes at the man, yet blushed anyways.

“So, what school do you teach for?” I asked. His eyes lit up at the question.

“Oh, I taught at Korea University actually.” Damn, this guy must be smart. Then I realized something.

“Korea Uni? Isn’t that pretty far from here?” He nodded and sighed. 

“Yeah, actually, despite the pay being really good, I just felt like the school wasn’t for me. So the reason why I’m here actually is I applied for a job at a local college here. The pay isn’t much less, plus it’s much more cooperative with the students.” I nodded in awe. 

“Wait, why do you have a house here then?”

“Oh, this is my parent’s. They’re out of town so they let me use it. Hence the scattered mess. I’ll have to clean it before I leave.” I nodded, fiddling awkwardly at my fingers. 

“That means if you don’t get the job...you’ll have to leave.” I muttered sadly. He nodded with a long sigh.

“Yeah...but let’s just both hope I get the job.” A wave of silence ran over us, but was quickly ended by the boy. 

Minho stared at the roast and then back at me. “Hey, do you wanna stay for dinner?” 

Usually, I would feel compelled to say no. But I looked at how big the roast was, and sighed.

“Sure.” 

----

I leaned over the counter boredly as work was slow today. Almost no one was here except a few stragglers who came in to get a coffee or something. Also, there was a few people who came in thinking this was a magic shop. I hope one day I will be able to say yes. 

“Y/n, good morning.” The older man walked in and tipped his hat at me. I gave him a small smile and tipped my visor back. 

“Morning, boss.” 

“Slow day?” I nodded furiously. “You know what they say about slow days? Those are the best days!” I scoffed at that remark.

“No, no one says that.” 

Work was so slow that I actually had time to brew myself a coffee and drink it, trying to stay awake during my shift. As I was dozing off, I heard a buzz come through the door. I shot up from my chair.

“Hi, wel-” I stopped my sentence when I saw the familiar boy in front of me. I scoffed and tilted my hat up. “Welcome to Magic Shop, how can I help you?” His eyes were bright.

“I got the job.” He stated randomly. I squinted my eyes at him.

“W-what?”

“I got the job! I’m staying here for until a long time.” He laughed at that sentence but I was so happy for him.

“Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I would hug you but I’m on shift.” He shrugged and gave me a small smirk.

“Don’t worry, I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” He then started to back away and moving to out the door. “I need to head to a meeting now, but, I’ll see you tonight? Maybe? I’ll probably be here before you close.” I laughed and nodded.

“I’ll be here.” I called out. He gave me one last smile before he exited the place, leaving me in a girlish frenzy.

“Huh, I guess this place is magic after all.”

“TOLD YA SO!” 

[wild3flow3r]

0900: Dance With Me

Normally, if Harper smelled bacon coming from her kitchen as soon as she woke up she’d be out of bed in a flash, but she wasn’t sure if she could move at all without feeling the need to empty her stomach. She felt way too hot and her head felt like it was going to split in two. To be honest, she would have stayed in bed for the rest of the week if it hadn’t been for a finger poking lightly against her cheek.

“Fuck off,” Harper growls under her breath. She could smell Harry’s cologne as soon as he stepped into her bedroom.

“You have to be at work in an hour, and I was hoping we could talk before then.”

Harper lets her eyes open just a little bit to see him. He was crouching down so that he was at eye level with her.

“I think I need a sick day,” she mutters, completely ignoring the second part of what Harry had said.

“I’ve made you tea,” Harry sighs while gesturing towards the steaming mug on her bedside table.

“I don’t think I can stomach anything.” She lets her eyes close back shut.

“You should try to eat and drink something. You’ll become dehydrated and your headache will get worse.” Harry’s hand moves towards her face and pushes away the few strands of hair that fell in front of her eyes. She would have hit his hand away if she had any energy in her at all.

“I don’t care what you have to say.”

“Come on. I’ll bring you a plate of food, and after that you can take a bath while I call us both in sick from work. After that we can talk about that night last week.”

“I’d rather take a nap, thanks.”

Harper opens her eyes again just in time to see Harry roll his own. He sighs before caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “Come on, a bath will make you feel better.”

“A nap will make me feel better.”

“Harper.” Harry’s voice deepens to that tone that makes Harper’s knees weak. “You’re either going to take a bath or eat first, I don’t care, but you will be sitting up and doing something within the next thirty seconds.”

“Who died and made you the fucking queen of the world?” Harper snarls in his direction.

Harry raises an unamused eyebrow, but seems pleased with himself when Harper reluctantly sits up. It’s not long after she sits up, though, that she bolts out of her bed and towards her small bathroom. She knew sitting up was not a good idea, and Harry was an arse for persisting that she should. Harper grasped onto the sides of the toilet before letting everything inside of her be ejected. Her cheeks flamed an ungodly color when she felt Harry pull back her hair and give her back a reassuring pat.

“This is all your fucking fault,” Harper tries to yell at him once she’s slumped down against the wall, but it only comes out as a whisper by how hoarse her voice is.

“Yes, I know. I ruined your life,” Harry mutters sarcastically before leaning over and turning the faucet on to her bathtub. “Now would you like bubbles in your bath or not?”

***

Harper would never admit this to Harry, but the bath had made her feel slightly better (or a lot better but she wasn’t even admitting that to herself). She wraps a towel tightly around her body, refusing to even look at the clothes she was wearing before until she washes them because she knew that Harry must have been the person to change her into them.

She walks back into her room, finding Harry sitting on the edge of her bed with a tray of food right next to him. Felix had himself nestled onto his lap and let Harry scratch him behind the ears, something he only lets Harper do.

Harry hadn’t even realized Harper’s presence until she had to brush past his legs to get to her closet. Harper also assumes that he hadn’t realized her lack of clothes until after he tried to speak, because all Harper hears before she shuts her closet door behind her is a splutter of sounds that don’t make any sense. She can see his cheeks tinge to the lightest of pinks once she’s out of the closet and dressed in a new pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Harper sits down at the head of the bed, fixing her pillows accordingly before carefully placing the tray on her lap. She realized that Harry must have heated up her tea because it was definitely hotter than it should have been after having nearly forty minutes to cool down. There was also bacon and eggs on the plate in front of her that made her salivate. She would have thanked him if it had been anybody but him.

“Do you feel better?” Harry asks, carefully glancing over his shoulder to see her take the first bite of the meal.

“Shut up,” Harper grumbles, and glares at him and his triumphant smirk.

Felix jumps off of Harry’s lap and leaps over the crowd of blankets to get to Harper. He nestles himself right next to her on the pillow. Harry takes this opportunity to push himself further up the bed until he’s sitting right next to Harper with only Felix between them.

“I called us both in sick from work,” Harry starts.

“You could have went in. I don’t even know why you’re here right now. You didn’t have to stay the night.”

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t get alcohol poisoning and die in your sleep. Plus, we have to talk.”

Harper groans quietly. “I don’t know why you’re so set on that. We can just pretend like it never happened.”

“But I don’t want to pretend like it never happened!”

“You went behind my back, Harry. You tried to work my case without me. And then you accused me of hiding evidence. It was an arsehole move.”

“I know I shouldn’t have done it, alright? I just… I don’t have a good explanation for doing it other than I’m an arsehole.”

“At least we finally agree on something,” Harper mumbles before shoving the last of the food into her mouth.

“I don’t think we should stop the things we were doing last week. It was amazing, and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy it as well.”

Harper carefully places the tray on her bedside table. “I don’t like you. Why would I want to have sex with you again?”

“Because it would just be sex. Kinky, raw sex that would send your mind to other places.”

Harper watches as Felix slowly stands up, stretches, and trots out of the room. She wishes that she could be like him and escape Harry so easily.

“I’m not looking for a relationship,” Harper sighs. She nearly wants to cringe at the thought of her date, or lack of, last night.

“Neither am I,” Harry breathes out almost too fast.

“Fine then.”

“What?” His eyes double in size.

“What now?” Harper mutters under her breath.

“I just didn’t expect you to accept it so quickly.”

Harper rolls her eyes, “Well like you said before, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

Harry’s lips turn up into that annoying smirk Harper always wants to smack off of his face. His eyes watch hers very carefully, and Harper isn’t sure who made the first move but Harry’s on top of her in milliseconds. His lips press against the base of her neck, and Harper leads her hands underneath his shirt. Harry lets out a quiet chuckle before pushing her hands away from him.

“Where are the handcuffs?” He murmurs against her skin while holding her arms down at her sides.

“In the top drawer of the dresser,” Harper whispers while pointing at the location.

“Take your shirt off,” he tells her while standing up to retrieve the item.

Harper wastes no time shedding the garment from her body. He must have known that she hadn’t put a bra on after her bath. When Harry stands in front of her once more with the metal cuffs in one of his hands he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s admiring her body.

“Lay back and put your arms over your head.”

Harper does as told and she watches as Harry leans over her to put a cuff on each wrist, making sure to loop the chain around one of the bars of the headboard to ensure that her hands and arms would stay in place. His hands then slowly trace down her arms and her torso to place them firmly on her hips.

Harry’s fingers latch around the ends of her joggers and panties before slowly pulling them down her legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor. He grabs two scarves out of her closet and ties each leg with one to the end of the bed so that  they’re as wide open as they can get.

He places teasing kisses along the insides of her thighs before placing one directly on her center. Her hips try to move closer to his face, but with the way she’s tied she can’t even more them an inch. He laughs at her failed attempt which earns him one of her heaviest glares.

“Be a good girl and I’ll get you off,” Harry reprimands her stare before latching both of his arms around her thighs.

“Yes sir,” Harper grumbles bitterly.

“Mmmm, I like that,” he whispers.

His tongue boldly licks up her center before letting it slip in. Harper pulls at the chains but to no avail. Harry lets his tongue delve further into her, exploring all of her until he knows every inch of skin. The only thing Harper can see from this angle is the top of his head, and that makes her even more riled up than she already was if that were even possible.

Harry nibbles on her skin just slightly so that her mind gets further lost in this ecstasy. It’s only when his lips wrap around her clitoris that her body has finally had enough and falls over the edge. She screams his name loud enough for all of her neighbors to hear, but in the moment she really doesn’t care.

Harper’s breathing is erratic while Harry slowly separates his limbs from hers. Her head lolls to the side and her eyes shut. She barely hears the sounds of his belt hitting the floor.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks while cupping her face with both of his hands.

A lazy smile breaks over her face, the after effects of the orgasm still rattling over her body. “Perfectly okay.”

Harry laughs quietly while pressing a light kiss against her cheek. “I would have continued eating you out forever if I had any self control.”

“Hurry up then,” Harper smirks.

“I’m in charge. I make the orders,” Harry growls, but his speed is still fast paced as he unties only her legs. She watches with hooded eyes as he unwraps a condom he must have also found in her dresser.

“Okay, sir.” Harper winks which earns her another growl from Harry.

“You’re too smug for your own good.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already-”

A heavy thrust on Harry’s part shuts Harper up in an instant and has her seeing stars. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream and her eyes flutter shut. He repeatedly pulls himself out at a snail’s pace, nearly slipping out of her altogether before pushing back in at an unimaginable speed. Her fists clench surely creating crescent mark bruises into her palms, while her legs struggle to stay wrapped around his hips.

Harry’s mouth presses light kisses all the way down her neck to her breasts. He nibbles all over the creamy skin, creating nearly a dozen marks over her chest. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing and an occasional moan from Harper. For those minutes spent in bliss it was easy for Harper to forget about everything. She even thought that maybe Harry wasn’t such a terrible guy if he continued to do this to her for the rest of forever.

“Come for me, Ace,” Harry’s voice was hoarse as he breathes the words out against her chest. Harper knew Harry was close, but she couldn’t hold on any longer. “Fuck,” Harry groans as he finally releases. As the pleasure wracked his body, without realizing he bit the skin where Harper’s neck met her shoulder, definitely leaving a mark for everyone to see.

They were both silent as each of them struggled to get their minds back down to earth. Both of them would be lying if they said these past two times were not the best sex they’ve ever had.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks while pushing his nose against hers.

“Mmmm,” Harper gurgles while subconsciously pressing her face further against his.

Harry chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“A million times yes.”

He reaches up to set her arms free. “Come on, I think you’ll need another bath.”

“I want to take a shower, but only if you’re in there with me.”

Harry bites his lip to hide a smile, but to no avail as Harper can still see his dimples indent on his cheeks. “You’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“Now who’s too smug for their own good?”

***

Harper stood in the middle of her room with another towel clutched to her chest. Harry was only a dozen feet away making her another cup of tea, but with her bedroom door closed behind her she felt like he was further away. Especially with how far away her thoughts wandered. Could she really do this with Harry? Sex always turns into something more and someone always gets hurt.

A soft knock on the door brings her back to reality, “Ace? The tea is ready.”

“I’ll be out in a moment,” Harper calls back quietly. She waits until she hears Harry’s receding footsteps to drop her towel. She slips on a new pair of panties, and without seriously thinking about it, Harry’s white t-shirt as well. Harper was very aware that Harry only donned a tight pair of briefs on the other side of the door.

With a soft click from the door, Harper slowly steps back out into view of Harry. His eyes instantly lift up from his phone at the sound, and his face brightens up at the sight of her.

“That’s my shirt.” The words fall fast from his lips, and she can tell by his face that he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“I am,” Harper agrees with a small shrug of her shoulders and a smug smile playing across her lips. “Do you want it back?”

“No, god no,” he responds too quickly. “I mean,” he coughs, “you can wear it if you’d like to.”

“I’d like to wear it then.” Harper nods in his direction before heading towards the kitchen for her tea. Harry stays hot on her heels.

Harper takes her time putting her milk and sugar in her tea, and Harry watches her with his hands on her hips and his chin resting on her shoulder.

“You’re very cuddly after sex,” Harper hums teasingly while raising her teacup to her lips. “It must make one night stands extremely difficult for you.”

Harry scoffs. “I’ve never had a one night stand. And I’ll stop it if you’d like me to.” His hands start to retreat from her body.

“No. I like it and it’s different because all I’ve had are one night stands.” Harper sets her tea back down and firmly places his hands back on her hips.

Harry chuckles under his breath. “You’re acting very unusual.”

“Au contraire, this is how I normally act. It’s just that you always tick me off one way or another that you get a different version of me.”

“I think I like this version better.”

Harper leans back into his chest. “Then stop acting like an arsehole everytime you’re around me and I think we can work something out.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he whispers while pressing an open mouthed kiss against the back of her neck.

“Dance with me?”

“What?” Harper looks back at him just in time to see Harry raise a confused eyebrow.

“I feel like dancing and you’re my only available partner.”

“There isn’t any music.”

Harper rolls her eyes. “Have an imagination, Styles.”

Harry turns her around at a lightning speed, causing Harper to burst out into small giggles. “I have a great imagination, Hastings.”

“Then dance with me!”

Harry sighs quietly. “Be prepared to be blown away by my amazing skills.”

“You better not disappoint.”

Harry wraps one arm around Harper’s waist and holds one of her hands. Harper reciprocates and places her free hand on his shoulder. He hums quietly into her ear as he steps back and forth in her small kitchen. There was barely enough room for them to dance in there, but Harry had made it work for them. He even manages to find space to twirl her around underneath his arm before pulling her back into his body.

“I really want to kiss you,” Harry whispers after a while of their two-step dance.

“I’ve never been kissed before.” The words slip out before Harper can stop then. She’s never admitted that to anyone before.

Harry looks down at her in surprise. “You haven’t?”

She shrugs as her cheeks burn, “I have never found anyone I would like to kiss.”

“I’m sorry-”

“You can kiss me though.”

“I don’t want to take anything away from you-”

“Kiss me, Harry.”

“I don’t know-”

She pushes his body away from her, and Harry stumbles back in shock. He doesn’t have long to question it though because Harper jumps back on him but this time with her lips pressed against his. She’s barely got a taste of him when he pulls back, but only just so that his lips are mere inches away from hers.

“I don’t want to steal this moment from you.”

“We had sex, Harry, and I’m pretty sure we’ll have sex a lot more times. Even if you aren’t forever, you’re still right now. I want you to kiss me.”

He still seemed slightly unconvinced, but Harper presses her lips against his again before he could argue anymore. She grasps onto his face with both of her hands and nibbles on his bottom lip. It was instantly clear that Harry felt out of place when he wasn’t the one in control, so he wasted no time in switching their parts.

Harry’s wrapped around her waist and soon enough he was lifting her feet off the ground. Harper wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck to keep steady. He won her out and was the one now biting on her bottom lip. Harper’s fingers got lost somewhere in his short hair and pulled lightly at the tips of it.

Harper has no prior knowledge in this area, but she had to assume that Harry was a really fucking good kisser.

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A/N: Hey guys!! So it took like three months to update I’m so sorry! I could give you a million excuses but I mean the three months already passed so I’d rather not waste your time in giving them. Please let me know your thoughts! I’d love to hear them! And I promise the next update will not take three months to post!! :)