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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Xia Yan Chapter 2-02: Forest Zone)

“I think that it was the right decision to come back here too.”

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

Location: Forest

MC: Xia Yan, will Dong Hechuan really pass through here?

We were both lying on the grass, keenly observing the forest nearby for any signs of movement.

Xia Yan: He'll definitely end up passing through here. Based on his course of action, this is the place he's heading to; but…

He fiddled with his phone, looking utterly puzzled.

Xia Yan: His movement is very, very odd. He frequently stops and goes, even choosing to walk through the forest instead of proceeding down onto the simple path that the organizer had built.

MC: I was watching the location signal sent out by his Terminal. It stopped moving immediately after the fake announcement about the damaged Terminals.

MC: He must have gotten rid of it without a moment's hesitation, as soon as he could.

Xia Yan: The Tracker I placed on him isn't moving either.

Xia Yan: It's location is displayed very near us. We'll wait 3 minutes. And if he hasn't moved by then, we'll go seek him out.

MC: Okay, sure.

The feeling of lying on grass made me uncomfortable.

I always seem to feel little bugs crawling into my clothes, what with this Island’s complex ecology and the diverse species it houses, on this Island with complex ecology and the diverse species it houses.

MC: Xia Yan, were you doing missions like this back then too? You know, lurking out in the wild.

My discomfort was only temporary, but I was worried that he had often encountered situations like this for the past 8 years.

Xia Yan: I worked for the Economical and Technological Crime Department. We were mostly cooped up inside the City and rarely had to venture anywhere outdoorsy.

Xia Yan: But I did have several missions in the subtropical forests jungles of the Southern Province. The environment there is way more uncomfortable than what's here.

Xia Yan: But they were plenty interesting and meaningful in their own way.

Xia Yan: Are your shirt cuffs, necklines or any other form of entrance to your clothes sealed tightly enough? Or do you want more to spray more insect repellent?

MC: I've already handled those. The bugs I'm feeling are most probably just figments of my imagination.

MC: It's really nice to see you back. We don't have to always be out in the wild on NXX Cases, and we can still see each other during breaks to boot!

Xia Yan: Yeah, I think that it was the right decision to come back here too. I can be together with you and- ...

Xia Yan: Don't move!

MC: !!!

He suddenly lowered his voice, his expression morphing into one of seriousness. Was Dong Hechuan here?

I didn't even dare to breathe, focusing all my attention to hear what was going on around us.

Based on where he had trained his sights to, the incoming person should be heading in my direction...but why do I not hear any...footsteps…? I saw him slowly raise his hand and grab something off the top of my back…

MC: !!!

MC: (The hell's going on here!?)

I subconsciously squeezed my eyes shut.

Xia Yan: Here. Open your eyes and take a look.

I peeked open my eyes and saw a flash of something faintly reddish in color before me.

MC: A Butterfly!

A fiery red butterfly was caught with his fingers, gently flapping it's wings.

Xia Yan: Isn't it pretty?

MC: It is! It's so beautiful!

I stretched out a finger to gently caress the small Butterfly's wing, causing it to tremble slightly under my touch.

MC: Why did you scare me just now? I thought Dong Hechuan came!

Xia Yan: I suddenly felt like disturbing you for a bit.

I shook my first at him, shooting him a look that I seemed vicious enough.

MC: Humph! You deserve a smack!

Xia Yan: You're not allowed to! You promised that you'd listen to me throughout the Operation!

MC: I will listen to you during the Operation, but I'm the one who decides when the "Operation period" is!

Xia Yan: That's playing dirty…!

Xia Yan: Fine, you can hit me all you like once this mission is over. The three minutes are up and it looks like he hasn't moved. Come on, let's go see what's going on.

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MC: This…

We arrived at the Location where Dong Hechuan was supposed to be, only to see no one in sight. Lying within the grass under the shade of the towering trees was one perfectly functioning GPS Tracker.

MC: This Tracker had still been moving 10 minutes ago, if we took the time we used to rush here into account. So, Dong Hechuan must have only recently realized that he had been bugged.

MC: He threw the Tracker here, so he shouldn't be too far from this area. Should we look around?

Xia Yan knelt on the ground, carefully checking the area around the Tracker. He made to check the bushes around the area every couple of steps, my query seemingly unheard.

MC: Did you find...anything?

I didn't quite dare to make any random movements, for fear of disturbing the scene at the way he was acting. Hence, I grabbed a tree branch and poked him with it instead.

Xia Yan: He's not around here.

MC: How can that be? The walking speed of a average person is only about 4 kilometers per hour…

MC: His Locator stopped tracking him 10 minutes ago, which means that he shouldn't have walked any further than 700 meters away.

He stood up, pocketing the red bean-sized Tracker that he had slipped onto Dong Hechuan's person onto his pocket; he handed me a single white feather.

Xia Yan: He's definitely not around the area, because "it" was what dropped the Tracker here, not him.

I held up the feather, staring at it as I processed what Xia Yan was trying to say.

MC: It? A bird?

Xia Yan: That's right. I did a comparison earlier and this is no doubt, the feather of a Nosta Gull.

Xia Yan: Dong Hechuan's Terminal hasn't moved ever since he came to the Island, so he must have thrown it away immediately upon landing.

Xia Yan: He's smart, I'll give him that. He didn't chuck out the Tracker immediately after finding out that he had another item on him that would reveal his location, like what he did with his Terminal.

Xia Yan: Instead, he caught a Nosta Gull and placed the Tracker on it, letting it move for him.

Xia Yan: Although it's inevitable that we'd eventually realize that the Locator was acting weirdly, he'd have already bought enough time to get out of our field of surveillance.

MC: Can you really be so sure that he placed the Tracker on a bird, just from a single feather?

Xia Yan: Of course not. The footprints you pointed out earlier was also one of the deciding evidence.

Xia Yan: You brought up the matter of footsteps earlier, didn't you? There are only two sets of footprints around this tree, mine and yours. There isn't a third set and there's no way Dong Hechuan can fly now, can he?

Xia Yan: And, so you still remember how I was saying how the pattern of his movements were rather odd?

Xia Yan: That wasn't him at all. The tracked location was simply the Nosta Gull flying and landing. And the Tracker probably fell off it's body in this area.

MC: So how are we to find the guy now?

Xia Yan: Based on where the bird started flying.

Xia Yan: The Nosta Gull is a bird that's highly alert, making it hard to capture.

Xia Yan: They only let their guard down when feeding, which makes it the optimal time to capture one.

Xia Yan: Their habitat on this Island happens to coincide with his trajectory and his Terminal's location is also shown to be at the same place.

Xia Yan: If we go there, then maybe we'll be able to glean some clues as to where he's beaded. Like his footsteps, for example.

Xia Yan: If we do manage to find something there, then I can assure you that he'll never be able to run from us, even if he doesn't have anything on him that shows his location.

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Previous Part: (Xia Yan 2-01: Forest Zone) | Next Part: (Xia Yan 2-03: Coastal Forest)

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luvknow · 6 years ago

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press play | bang chan

genre: radio dj!chan x reader feat. minho | college au ; fluff ; humor ; light angst ; dialogue-heavy summary: bang chan, founder and one of the hosts of the campus’s most popular radio show, raises money for charity where students can purchase tickets to be put in a lottery. the winner gets to go on a one-on-one date with none other than CB97 himself, all expenses paid. when you hear chan say your name over the radio, you’re stuck wondering how your name even got there in the first place. wc: 7.1k (jsbdjsbd)

warning - mentions of drinking/college party

CHAN’S PLAYLIST

“What’s up, friends!? You’re listening to 3RACHA Radio. It’s CB on the mic, with J.ONE and SPEARB right beside me and if you’re just tuning in, we just got off with caller number seven about his frequent unfortunate event with his roommate exiling him with the good ol’ ‘sock on the door handle’. We hope all goes well with you, number seven! And remember: don’t be a snitch and tattle on the RA.”

“Oh good, you’re listening.”

Without any warning or even a simple knock on your door, Minho walked into your apartment unsolicited and took a seat next to you at the kitchen table that doubled as another desk as you spread all of your study materials on top. Then, he had the audacity to go into your fridge and take a drink.

“Hello to you, too. Sure, you can have a drink! Just take whatever’s in the fridge,” you say sarcastically as an unbothered Minho chugs his drink of choice.

“’Sup. Anyways, you’re listening to 3RACHA, right?”

“Against my will, but yes. Why am I listening to it again?”

“I put in a shout out for you!”

“That’s it!?”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it’!? Isn’t it so cool to hear your name over the radio and everyone knows that it’s you?”

“Our campus is huge, I doubt people will know it’s me.”

“Well, you’ll know it’s you, and that’s all that matters. You’re already listening anyways, so just wait for it.”

You rolled your eyes as Minho takes his seat next to you, though not before he grabs a snack to munch on while you both listen to the radio that played in the background. Somehow throughout most days of the week, Minho ended up at your place after class either hanging out or eating your food. He even slept on your couch on some days because he was too lazy to take walk for ten minutes. After eating all of your food and spending more time at your apartment than yourself, you really considered asking him to pay rent since he might as well be living there.

You yank the bag of chips away from the hungry boy. “Stop eating my food! You still owe me like, two more bags!”

He pouted cutely, knowing too well that it was your weakness. “But I’m hungry ~ Just add it to my tab!”

“You’re never going to pay me back,” you scoffed, reluctantly handing him back your chips.

“How big is my tab, anyways?”

“Three bags of potato chips now, two four-packs of ramen, at least a carton of eggs because of the ramen, a pint of ice cream and -” you paused to mentally calculate how many drinks he owed you. “Twelve cans of cola.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, yikes. Now pay me back.”

“Soon, soon ~”

“How can you even eat that much and still have a six pack?”

“It’s called going to the gym. Maybe use your free membership once in a while and you’ll have one, too,” he teased.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“The time has come, everyone! The moment we’ve all been waiting for,” you both heard J.ONE say on the radio.

“Oh, I think this is it!” Minho squealed, hitting your arm repeatedly. “Listen, listen!”

“That’s right, J.ONE. We’re about to find out the lucky sucker who gets to go on a date with our one and only hyung, CB97.”

“It’s unfortunate for them, really.”

“Agreed.”

“Hey! I’m right here!” CB whined.

“Ugh, a date with Chan? That poor soul...” you tisked.

Minho didn’t respond and just sipped his cola silently.

“We’ll now pull from the lottery, where all of your tickets are mixed up in this big jar. Then, we’ll call the number on the ticket and set up your date on-air, right now!” J.ONE cheered.

“Ah, why am I so nervous?” Chan said.

“It’s because we tried selling you to all these people in the lottery. But hey, we raised over $500 for school supplies for children!”

“That’s incredible. I can’t wait to meet one of you guys who contributed to this crazy amount. SPEARB, pick a name!”

You were only half paying attention to the show as you tried to finish your homework, thinking it wasn’t time for any shout outs to be said. The only time you ever listened to 3RACHA RADIO was with Minho and even then, you never really paid attention. It’s not that you weren’t a fan of the show - you thought their concept was super cool.

But the Djs? Well...

“And the lucky winner is... _____!”

“What’s up?” you asked Minho, not looking up from your homework.

“What?”

“You said my name?”

“That wasn’t me who said your name.”

“Who else would have said it -? Wait...”

As if on cue, your cellphone rang, with the caller ID coming from campus. At this point, Minho struggled to hold in his laugh when you looked at him with wide, terrified eyes.

“What did you do!?” you hissed.

“Just answer the phone!”

“No!”

“Hello, _____ ~ Please pick up ~!” SPEARB sang.

Minho was unfazed when you shot him the iciest glare while you answered your phone. “H-Hello...?” you stuttered.

“_____?”

“Yes...?”

“Congratulations! You were picked from the lottery drawing and won an all-expenses paid date with our one and only CB97!”

You silently mouthed at least a dozen curse words at Minho, who could only decipher a total of four.

“Ah, wow, that’s crazy...! I can’t believe the chances that this really happened!” You really couldn’t believe it, especially since you never bought a ticket. “It’s like I won the real lottery!” you said in your fakest cheerful voice.

“That’s great to hear! CB, would you do the honors of arranging your date?”

“I would love to. So _____, what kind of food do you like to eat?”

“All kinds.”

“Did you want to do anything romantic? Like the movies, or the amusement park? Museum, maybe?”

“You know, all of that sounds so expensive. I don’t want to waste your time and go through all of that!” You were practically begging him not to make the date any longer than it should be. You don’t even think you could last through dinner with him.

“Nonsense! It’s never a waste of time if I’m spending it with listeners like you.”

You exaggerated the way you rolled your eyes and Minho chucked a pillow at you.

‘Be nice!’ he mouthed silently.

“Um, I’m ok with anything, really,” you told him.

“Ok, so I’ll just surprise you the night of! We’ll play the night by ear. Does this weekend at seven sound good with you?”

“Actually, that’s really bad timing, because -” Before you knew it, Minho took your phone and ran around your apartment before you could reject Chan’s suggestion. “Hey!”

“Yes, this weekend at seven is perfect!” he said in a shrill voice that impersonated you.

“Great! I can’t wait until then. I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodbye, Channie ~” Minho sang. He then quickly hung up your phone and ran away as far as possible from you before you could stab him with your pen.

“I’m going to kill you,” you threatened after shutting off the radio.

“Wait, don’t hurt me! I can explain!” He giggled before you tackled him on the couch.

“Why is my name in the lottery!? I never even bought a ticket from them!”

“‘You’ actually bought fifty of them.”

“You bought fifty tickets just so you could see me be miserable on a date with Bang Chan!? Must be nice to have that kind of money just lying around!”

“I didn’t want to put my name down and I thought it’d be funny to put yours down instead! I didn’t think they’d actual pick it, I’m sorry ~!!” he groaned under your weight. “Can you get off of me, please!? I have a weak back!”

Reluctantly, you did as he begged. Then you ran your hands through your hair, stressed from the events that happened in a mere three-minute call. You still couldn’t believe you were set to go on a date with Bang Chan.

“You’re the worst friend ever and I hate you,” you pouted.

“I don’t get it, why are you so upset? He’s a cool guy. Handsome, too. And funny. Why would anyone not want to go on a date with him?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go on this date instead?”

“Yes, dumbass. I’m just confused - I’ve never met anyone who hated 3RACHA before.”

“Ok, I don’t hate 3RACHA. The show’s actually decently written and I don’t even know the other djs. It’s just Chan that rubs me the wrong way.”

“What happened?”

You sigh deeply, falling into your couch as you recalled events from your very first college party with Chan.

“So BamBam threw this party the night he moved into his apartment our first year of college, right? It was huge, like anyone who was anyone was there and it was a great time. I came with Seokmin, Minghao, and Mingyu and we were just hanging out waiting to play some game, and suddenly Chan stumbled in between us and spilled his drink all. over. me.”

“So he was drunk and spilled a little bit, that’s normal at parties!”

“Oh, but there’s more, my dear Minho,” you chimed. “He puked all over my shoes two seconds later.”

“Ew...”

“Yeah, imagine that - covered in sticky jungle juice on the top half and Chan’s vomit on the bottom half. And the worst part about everything was that Chan never apologized! He just kept on walking!! Can you believe that?”

“I don’t know, that seems like some petty stuff to be angry over. Maybe he’ll redeem himself and apologize next week when you go on a date?”

“I doubt it. It was so long ago, I don’t even think he remembers it was me, let alone knows who I am.”

“Oh, trust me, he knows who you are.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, you and I are together pretty often, so the guys see me with you a lot. And they know I take you to the parties. They all pretty much know who you are by now.”

“Great...”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! He’s not that rude when he’s sober, I promise,” Minho said as he nudged your side. It was weird for Minho to be pushing you to go on a date like this. It felt like he was hiding something. But he always teased you about not going on enough dates, so maybe that’s why.

“Even then, I’ve just heard so many things about him, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

The whole thing about Chan spilling the contents of his cup and his gut all over you was surprisingly not what you were worried about the most. What you were worried about was Chan’s overwhelming popularity, so to say. You’ve heard tons of rumors on what it was like to go on a date with him and most of them consisted of him gumming up the works so he could get what he wanted at the end of the night. Even if this date was fake and all for the purpose of fulfilling the lottery, who’s to say that he wouldn’t try something, anyways? All you knew was that you had to be extra careful around him.

“Isn’t Chan kind of like a playboy? He gets around all the time because of 3RACHA Radio. What if he tries something?”

“He’s wouldn’t do that to you. You’re not some person he wanted to hook up with at some sleazy party. You’re someone he wants to take out on a date.”

“Yeah, a forced date... But ok, I trust you,” you caved in. “If it starts to get really bad though, I’m gonna call you to get me out of there.”

“Fine. It’s the least I could do, I guess.”

“Literally the bare minimum.”

“Hey, you look pretty good!”

Tonight was the big night that everyone was waiting for - your lottery date with Bang Chan. You had no idea where he was taking you, so you dressed as semi-casual as possible, hoping you’d fit whatever environment that was thrown at you. When you walked out of your room, Minho gave you his thumbs up of approval.

“Like you actually look put-together for once,” he teased.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“Oh, come on! I said I was sorry! And like you said, if it’s really that bad, you can call me and I’ll come pick you up asap.”

“What’s your excuse if he asks?”

“I don’t know, that your dog’s in the emergency room, or something.”

“I don’t have a dog...”

“Ok, but he doesn’t know that.”

A knock came at your door and now was not the best time to start getting nervous. What was there to be nervous about, anyways? You’ve been on plenty of dates before, and with boys you actually liked, so this should be a piece of cake, right?

“_____? It’s me, Chan.”

“Can you tell him I went to the emergency room instead?” you begged Minho.

“Shut up and just enjoy your free date with free food. But be home by midnight ~!”

With a huge sigh, you bucked up the courage to take the first steps in getting this date over with.

On the other side of your door stood a dashing and handsome Chan patiently waiting. He had his hands behind his back as if he was hiding something. You were so curious about what he was hiding that you failed to notice the slight drop in his jaw.

“Hey,” he breathed out. “You look great.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you admitted. “What are you hiding...?”

“Hm? Oh!” Chan hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped neatly in brown paper - an arrangement that must not have been cheap. “I asked Minho what your favorite flower was so I could get them.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, though you couldn’t help but admire the beautiful bouquet in your arms. A smile broke on your lips and Chan thinks to himself that he must be making the right moves so far. “I love them. Thank you.”

“Shall we?” Like a true gentleman, he extends an elbow for you to take and without hesitation, you accepted.

“Wow, I didn’t take you as the gentleman type.”

“Is it because I spilled my drink and threw up on you our first year?”

“Ah, so you do remember,” you scolded. “Good. I was afraid I had to remind you.”

“Of course I do! How could I not remember the most embarrassing night of my college life?”

“What even happened?”

“You really want to know what happened?” You nodded eagerly. A blushing Chan turned his head and avoided eye contact. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“To me? Why?”

“I thought you were really cute, so I drank a couple drinks to buck up the courage to talk to you and thought ‘hey, Chan, you’re definitely not sober right now, go talk to her’.”

“And so you spilled everything on me instead and walked away.”

“Yup, that’s exactly it,” with his free hand, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, pink still evident on his cheeks. “I’m so sorry for that night. I’ve been too embarrassed to talk to you ever since. Do you forgive me?”

Chan’s flattery was on a whole other level than you had expected and now you weren’t sure what words were real and what words were just for show. He really just admitted that he thought you were cute five minutes into the date and you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t fall for anything like that. Yet here you were, taking in his every word, and so ready to forgive him just because he asked.

I mean, all he did was apologize for spilling on you... It’s not like he was trying anything yet, right? No harm done yet.

“All is forgiven, I guess,” you teasingly sighed. “Only if you tell me what’s planned for tonight.”

“Dinner and a movie. Does that deserve forgiveness now?”

“It does.”

“Thank god.”

Sitting down at a candlelit setting was quite awkward at first. You felt so adult - like you two were both real adults going on a real date together. But Chan made things much easier because he was an easy-going guy. He made it feel more like you two were just friends hanging out and pretending to be fancy and forgetting all about the other paying customers who gave you dirty looks whenever you burst out laughing.

Time never seemed to pass your mind the entire evening.

“Oh, shit,” Chan cursed. “We’re late for the movie.”

“Aren’t there previews?”

“Yeah, but we're really late for the movie - like we missed the entire thing.”

“Oh, yikes.”

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled. “Guess we were having too much fun.”

“That’s a shame... Wanna get dessert?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Ice cream always tasted better when it was free and after 10:00pm. It was a popular place to be, so a ton of sweet-deprived students always crowded the place at this time. When the both of you walked in, it felt like all eyes were on you.

Oh yeah, you almost forgot how well-known the founder and host of the campus’ most popular radio show was.

You knew Chan must have sensed your anxiousness by the way he grabbed your hand and guided you through the line. Even if this was one of his moves, how could you be mad at his sweet gesture? A gentle squeeze in return earned you a soft smile from him.

After lacing his fingers with yours, he helped you keep your attention on him and the ice cream only. You opted for your favorite flavor as you always did, but Chan went for a more adventurous one - one that was all black and looked like it could stain your clothes if he got too close.

“What is that?” you asked after exiting the shoppe.

“Black sesame. It’s actually very good! Wanna try some?”

As Chan tried to shove his cone in your direction, you let go of his hand and backed away immediately.

“Gross, no thank you.”

“C’mon, when would you ever try this again!?”

“Never.”

“Exactly. Just one lick!”

“No!” you giggled, trying to avoid the dangerously dark ice cream. “Hey, be careful throwing your ice cream around like that!”

“Why, are you afraid I might spill it on you - Oh, shit.”

What you feared most had really just happened - a single drop of melted black sesame ice cream landed on your really cute shirt and now you were mad. You were going to make Chan pay. This would be for all the clothing he’s ever ruined and for future ones to come.

“You know, Chan, I was having a really good time on our fake date until now,” you tisked, approaching him slowly with your ice cream locked and loaded on a spoon. The cautious boy backed away slowly. “But now it’s ruined.”

“W-Wait, I didn’t mean to!” he shrieked in between laughs. “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry’s not enough this time. This is one of my favorite shirts, and now I gotta avenge it.”

“Ok, but do you really have to -”

“Yes.”

A deep sigh escaped his lips when he realized you were not going to back down from this. So reluctantly, he held his arms wide open to widen your target.

“Hit me with your best shot, _____ -” and before he could finish his sentence, you already aimed and catapulted right at his chest. “Jeez, at least let me finish!”

“We’re even now ~” you sang happily as you walked passed.

It was probably around midnight by the time you arrived home, but you still felt like the night was young and there was so much left for the two of you to do. But the rules of the lottery stated that Chan had to have you home by Midnight or else it violated the school’s rules and now you arrived at the front of your apartment feelings a bit unfulfilled.

“Something on your mind?” Chan asked.

“I don’t know. I kind of wanted the night to keep going,” you shrugged.

“Really?” he beamed cutely.

“Are you surprised?”

“I am. I thought you hated me.”

“I’m not going to lie, I kind of did. I actually really didn’t want to go until Minho stole my phone and said yes.”

“Why didn’t you want to go?”

“I-I don’t know...” you quickly became the shy one. How do you tell him that he has a reputation of being a playboy in a nice way? “I know this was fake and for the lottery and show and everything, but you’re so... experienced in all of this, aren’t you? I’ve never really been on a date before.”

“Ah, so that’s what scared you?” he chuckled. “I suppose I am experienced, as you said, but I wouldn’t pull any moves like that on you. I like you too much to be so boyish like that.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I like you, too - even after all of my clothes you’ve stained. And I’m glad Minho took my phone and told you yes to this date.”

“I’m glad he did, too.” Chan’s gentle smile really knew how to pull at your heart strings. “H-Hey, so I wanted to ask... would you like to maybe hang out some time? For real?”

Almost immediately, you said, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

And with a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, he bid you farewell.

“Good night, my love ~” he teased.

After your lottery date, you and Chan stayed true to your word that you two would hang out some time and it happened a lot more often than you expected. Nearly every chance you two had some free time in between or after classes, your time would be split up between spending it with Minho or spending it with Chan.

“I can’t believe he’s replacing me,” Minho tisked. “After disliking him for so long, you go on one date and suddenly you’re head over heels for him.”

“Ok one, it was not a real date, and two, I’m not falling for him like that!”

“Either way, I made this happen, so you’re welcome.”

You also found yourself listening to the show every time they were on air, and every now and then, Chan would throw in a shout out or dedicate a song to you without explicitly saying it on the radio.

chan [9:43 PM]: hey, are you listening right now? i played this song for you ~

you [9:45 PM]: i practically have a playlist by now after all the songs you’ve played for me lol.

chan [9:45 PM]: i guess you do huh? do you like it so far?

you [9:46 PM]: i like it a lot! i’ve never had one before. have you made playlists for others before?

chan [9:47 PM]: nope. only for you.

you [9:49 PM]: wow, i feel special lol.

chan [9:49 PM]: you are to me.

Small gestures like that and other things like buying more of your favorite flowers, or treating you to late night ice cream, and especially daring to hold your hand when you two were together was making your situation way more difficult than you could ever imagine. He was so sweet and kind and unlike any boy you’ve ever met. You could understand why he was so experienced with dating because how could anyone resist him when he made you feel so special?

You suddenly felt small just thinking about all the rumors you’ve heard.

How could you have found yourself stuck in between so quickly? And what were you to do? Now you were confused and stuck wondering if Chan could ever share the same feelings because people who were just friends wouldn’t be like this with one another, right?

Another Friday night in was spent listening to 3RACHA Radio in your quiet apartment as you attempted to finish small assignments that were due on Monday, but you were so caught up in the show whenever Chan talked that you couldn’t even focus. So instead of bothering with them, you pushed them aside and put your whole attention to the radio.

God, you were whipped.

“Thank you, caller number eight, for that very, um, graphic story,” J.ONE cleared his throat. “And that’s our last caller for tonight, guys.”

“Jeez, already? These days, time seems to get shorter and shorter on the show,” Chan said. “Before we end the night, we’d like to give a happy birthday shout out to our very good friend, Hyunjin! Happy birthday, bro! Can’t wait to celebrate with you tonight at your party.”

Oh, you had no idea it was Hyunjin’s birthday today. Minho had failed to invite you to the party as he always had with the other guys’ birthdays.

After turning off the radio, you called Minho with a sour expression on your face.

“Yo,” he greeted.

“Are you mad at me or something? Or does Hyunjin hate me?”

“What? No, why?”

“Why didn’t you invite me to his party?”

“Oh, that... I didn’t think you wanted to go...?”

“Why would I not want to go out on a Friday night?”

“Ok, you’re more than welcome to come with me, it’s just... Don’t get mad, ok?”

“Spill, Minho!”

“I didn’t want to bring you because Chan said he was taking someone else.”

Oh... Well, did you feel like an idiot, or what?

“So he told you not to invite me?” you asked, voice just above a whisper.

“No, I was the one who didn’t invite you because I didn’t want you to see that.”

“Thanks for trying to protect me, but I think I can handle it,” you said sincerely. It was moments like these that you thanked Minho for being such a good friend. “Can you pick me up on your way there?”

“Yeah. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.”

Now you were angry. At Chan, at yourself, at this entire situation! How could you be foolish enough to fall for Chan’s gestures when he was probably doing the same thing to that other poor soul he was taking to the party?

Or maybe you were just reading too much into this...

Maybe Chan thought of you as just a friend - a friend he bought flowers for, a friend he held hands with, a friend he’d pepper kisses on the top of you head - you know, just friend things, right? He probably saw all of that just another form of platonic affection, and you were just stupid enough to think it meant something more.

Who knew who else he was playing this game with? Either way, maybe two could play at this game. You were going to have fun without him tonight.

When Minho walked in and saw what you were wearing, his eyes went wide and his cheeks tinted pink.

“Whoa, you look... u-uh, good,” he stuttered. “You trying to rile someone up tonight?”

“Maybe. Hey, can I ask you a favor tonight?”

“Sure. I kind of owe you one after not inviting you, anyways.”

“Can I use you to get back at him?”

“What!?” he shrieked. “You’re going to drag me into this!?”

“Please ~? I won’t do anything gross like kiss you or anything, just like, dance with you or stick by you most of the time.”

“... Fine, just... yeah, don’t kiss me. You can get really kissy when you drink.”

Minho could tell simply by the way you walked to the party that you were here to play a serious game. But all of your unwavering confidence flew out the door when you walked in. The place was packed like sardines with drunk friends and strangers who were either dancing, making out, or anything in between.

And even in such a crowded place like this, you immediately spotted Chan talking and smiling with some girl who was holding his hand.

Before you could feel any more miserable, Minho boyishly wrapped his arm around you and dragged you to the kitchen where all the alcohol was.

“I need a shot or four,” you told your best friend.

“Pace yourself tonight, ok? Knowing you, you’ll do something stupid if you don’t.”

It was bottoms up for the next several minutes for you, to which you definitely did not heed Minho’s advice. You can’t remember how many you’ve taken, but by the looks on your friend’s face, it can’t be a low number.

The alcohol helps you forget why you even wanted to go to Hyunjin’s birthday in the first place. You spend a good hour mingling with yours and Minho’s mutual friends and you were finally given the pleasure to meet all of the boys whom you’ve heard so much about.

“Oh, they’re all so handsome ~!” you gushed, cheeks glowing pinker by the minute.

“I like them. You should bring them around more often,” a flirty Jisung said as he side-hugged you.

“Alright alright, shoo!” Minho said, slapping his arms off of you. He pulled you in close to whisper in your ear. “Hey, he’s looking at you.”

“Hm?”

You looked across the room to where Minho was gesturing at and had a hard time focusing on Chan’s shocked expression that soon melted into something you could have mistook for hurt. You were much too intoxicated to read into it nor did you care that he was completely ignoring the girl he came with just to look at you. Regardless, you didn’t like the attention you were feeding him, as he didn’t need it from you, anyways.

You needed to get out of there.

“Let’s dance,” you said, dragging Minho to the dance floor.

“Oh, good call.”

Dancing with Minho the way everyone else in the room was dancing was too raunchy for your immature souls, so you opted for a more innocent position. You had your hands wrapped around his neck and he rested his on your hips and enjoyed the music that deafened your ears.

“He followed us,” Minho yelled over the music. “He’s behind you. I guess this is a good sign?”

“Eh, who gives a fuck anymore,” you pouted sourly. “He can go take her home for all I care.”

“Don’t say that, I know you care.”

“Of course I do... But what can I do? He asked her to come tonight, not me. Besides, why does it matter when I have you, anyways ~”

“You’re gross, don’t say that, either!”

As you danced with Minho in the middle of the dance floor, you both were too drunk and too into each other to notice Chan’s piercing gaze. If you had danced on Minho just like every other person in this room was doing to their partner, maybe Chan wouldn’t have felt so... angry. But no, he saw you throwing your head back while laughing, playing with his hair, and hold him closely in a tight hug.

And for Chan, that was the worst part about seeing you with Minho - it was knowing that Minho was someone so special to you and you shared this intimate moment with him right in front of Chan who couldn’t even dream of being in Minho’s position.

But he couldn’t blame you. How could he when he brought the girl he was dancing with instead? He brought this upon himself, all because he feared that he was committing to you too quickly. But it’s not like you two were even official or exclusive or anything, right? So it’s not like he was wrong for bringing someone else...

But now seeing that Minho was the one who got to laugh with you and hold you close and not Chan, he couldn’t help but feel angry, as he saw the tables turn before him.

Towards the end of the night, neither you nor Minho were seen still at the party, and Chan can only assume from there where you two had gone off. Probably back to your place, since he’s heard so many stories of Minho practically living there, anyways...

But maybe you didn’t take him home, as your mutual friend came running up to Chan and his girl out of breath and a little frantic.

“Hey, have you seen _____?”

“No, why? Are they ok?” he asked, though wishing he didn’t sound like he cared so much.

“They wanted to get some fresh air a couple of minutes ago and now I can’t find them and they’re not answering their phone. They can get a little wander-y when they drinks, so they could have gone or ended up literally anywhere...”

“I’ll help you,” he said immediately. Chan left his date behind and now he was out the door running in all directions to look for you.

Thirty minutes were spent running around the neighborhood and campus calling your name while calling your phone. It was still ringing on Chan’s end, so you hadn’t turned it off or ran out of battery yet, but you still wouldn’t answer. After nearly an hour of searching, and almost giving up, Chan could hear the faint ring of your phone off in the distance.

“_____?” he called out, but no one answer.

As he ran towards the sound of your phone ringing, he could feel his nervousness rising just thinking about seeing you face-to-face again after tonight’s events. How was he supposed to face you? Would you even want to see him again after tonight?

On an empty sidewalk on one of the campus’s main streets, there you were walking back towards the party. You must have been so tired by the way you dragged your feet on the floor. For a minute, Chan just followed you and watched you, noticing just from your body language that you were upset and he wondered if it was all because of him.

Chan called your phone one more time. He watched you look at the caller idea, sigh deeply, and shove the phone back in your pocket.

“My love, please pick up your phone ~,” Chan said loud enough for you to hear.

Your feet froze to the concrete and you didn’t even bother turning around to look at him. Not when your face was all red and a bit puffy.

Before you could walk away again, Chan ran up in front of you.

“Hey,” he said softly. By the look he was giving you, you about thought how you must have looked so pathetic after crying. “What’s wrong...?”

“Nothing,” you replied curtly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you. Minho said you ran off, so I got worried and -”

“Well, I’m fine. You can go back now.” When you tried to walk around Chan, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. “What?”

“Why are you running away from me? Is it because of that girl I brought?”

“I don’t care what you do or who you do on your free time. It’s none of my business.”

“_____, please, it’s not what you think.”

“I really liked you,” you admitted. God, how many drinks did you have for you to admit that so easily? You saw Chan’s face twist in surprise. “I didn’t want to because I knew something like this was going to happen. Why did you do all those things for me if you didn’t like me, too?”

“But I do. I like you so, so much.”

You searched for any sign of insincerity as he confessed to you, but you couldn’t find any, so what were you supposed to believe?

“Then who was she?” you asked, although you’re not sure if you want to hear the answer.

“She’s just someone I brought to the party.”

“Do you like her, too?”

“No, I don’t!”

“So all the touching and dancing with her meant nothing to you?”

“Yes, it meant nothing to me. What about you and Minho?” he accused.

“Whoa, Minho’s my best friend!”

“Best friends don’t look at each other like that.”

All of this arguing was just running in circles and if you weren’t the one blaming him for your hurt feelings, then he’d blame his own on you and Minho. It was going nowhere, and it was already 3:00am, so maybe you should save all this fighting for another time.

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered, walking away from Chan once more.

“_____, wait.”

But he didn’t chase after you. He was tired, too.

“Fuck.”

“Good evening, friends,” Chan greeted in his mic. “It’s ya boy CB alone on the mic tonight as J.ONE and SPEARB have finals to study for. Tonight I will not be answering any phone calls as I am not so much in the mood to do so. I mean this in the nicest way possible. It’s not because of you guys, it’s never because of you guys, it’s just one of those days, you know?”

A couple of weeks after the party, you had successfully avoided Chan and his many phone calls. Every time, you were closer and closer to just caving in and picking up the phone, but you never did. Lately, the calls had lessened by the day, and you’d think the pain in your chest would subside with it, but it only strengthened and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep up the facade. You also thought a good way to cope with your feelings was to listen to Chan on the radio, but boy, were you completely wrong.

You felt like you could fall for him all over again.

“Today has been one of those days where there’s only one thing I could think about. Well, in my case, it was one person I could only think about...” Your heart leaped in your chest at his words. “You know those kinds of days, right? Where you think about them all day and you get really happy inside just thinking about their smile, or their laugh, or even remembering something as stupid as staining their shirt with black sesame ice cream one time?”

Was he describing your first date?

“Yeah, tonight is one of those nights. Actually, it’s been every night for me lately. That’s right, guys, your boy CB has been bit by some stupid love bug. And what sucks the most is that I miss them dearly...”

And you missed him dearly, too.

“I miss them so much that I made them a playlist. Throughout the past couple of months, I’ve played and dedicated one song every show to this person, and now I put them and some more songs all together into one stupid playlist, which I will play tonight. This is for you, _____. I hope you’re listening, and know that I miss you.”

You remembered every song except the last couple on the playlist before he even pressed play. You wrote each of them down every time he texted you that he dedicated it to you in hopes that one day you’d actually make the playlist for yourself, but now he did it for you and you couldn’t stop your heart from bursting.

“Ah, after I said I wouldn’t take any calls, you guys still light up the lines, huh? I’m in a good mood after my confession, so I guess I can answer one ~ Caller number nine, what’s up?”

“Oh, my God, this is so cute!” A voice gushed over the phone. “How is _____? Are you two a thing?”

Chan sighed deeply. “That’s a tough question to answer, my love. I’m not too sure how they’re doing. But I hope they’re doing better than I am.”

For the rest of the evening, you listened to Chan’s solo show that consisted of only your playlist songs and long talks to callers about relationship advice. He got so caught up with his callers and the show that it went on for an extra hour longer, though you wished it went on even longer. You could never get tired of hearing his voice.

“Alright guys, no more calls this time, I mean it. I can’t believe I extended a whole hour with you all. It felt like ten minutes! Thank you all for the kind words and I hope mine help you, too, even just a little. I have some matters to attend to tonight, so this is CB telling you all good night and to stay safe always. This is 3RACHA Radio, signing off.”

After turning off your radio, you contemplated and paced around your room with your phone on the table for almost an hour on whether you should call Chan or not. Well, to be honest, it was more like you had already decided you wanted to call him, but what would you say? You felt so stupid being so mad at him from the party when you didn’t even let him explain, and who knows if he’d even want to see you anymore -

A knock came at your door and interrupted your thoughts. It was probably Minho wanting to eat after studying.

But when you opened your door, you didn’t expect to see a bashful Chan hiding the same bouquet of flowers behind his back.

“Hey,” he greeted shyly.

“Hi,” you said back, unable to hide your growing smile. You couldn’t be more happy to see him. “Come in.”

“Thanks."

It was an awkward couple of minutes because you two haven’t spoken or seen each other since that night. After handing you the flowers, Chan watched you eagerly put them in a vase with water and thought how you must have been happy to see him if you were smiling this much.

“Did you listen to the show tonight?” he asked.

“I did. You made me a playlist?”

“I finished your playlist,” he corrected. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Can I have it?”

“Y-Yeah, here,” he handed you a usb drive and you immediately plugged it into your laptop and pressed play, wanting to listen to the whole thing all over again.

��_____, I really like you,” Chan said, not wasting any time. “I like you so much.”

Immediately, you replied, “I like you, too.”

“Really? Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I do, I just... I was scared, you know? How was I supposed to compete with someone like her? Or anyone else?”

“There’s no competition if you already won,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. He planted a kiss on your forehead, a feeling that you’ve missed so dearly.

“Mm, I missed you.”

“I missed you more. Always more.”

“Are you staying?” you asked.

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will. Let me make fun of you for the song choices.”

“Ok, but don’t get too mean, I’m sensitive.”

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Can’t Help Falling in Love With You

“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside of him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.”

The distinct clink of porcelain against wood roused Raven from the depths of her book. She peered over the pages, eyeing a steaming mug of tea with a bleary curiosity. Her brow raised at the sight, and she found her gaze slipping to the cheery, fang toothed smile of Beast Boy. Raven pursed her lips, her brow quirking inquisitively. “What are you doing?”

Beast Boy’s smile faltered. “Uh...giving you tea?”

This gave her pause. Beast Boy making her tea? The concept was a new one. Beast Boy had certainly never made her tea before. So what had changed?

Raven lived on a never changing schedule. She woke up, six o’clock sharp, brushed her hair with the same comb she’d had since she first arrived on Earth, clasped her cloak about her shoulders, and floated to the roof to meditate for two hours on the dot. Raven always meditated on the roof, weather permitting. It was peaceful up there; just the sunrise and the ocean waves lapping against their little island’s shore. It served as the perfect backdrop. Of course, if the weather was bad, she opted for the ops room, in front of the big windows.

After her round of meditation, Raven would always brew herself a pot of tea. An organic brew. She always put one spoonful of sugar in it and always sipped it as she read a book.

Raven reached for the mug hesitantly. She supposed today hadn’t exactly been normal. They’d been called to an emergency early in the morning, something that had thrown Raven for quite the loop. Her entire routine had been chucked right out the window; she’d even forgotten to brew her tea.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Beast Boy beamed, a sight that made Raven feel oddly warm. She ignored the sensation and took a sip from her mug. Surprisingly, it tasted perfect. Raven eyed Beast Boy. Sure, her tea was no secret, but she couldn’t help but be surprised that he’d paid attention to how she made it. Beast Boy was a lot of things, but a tea drinker was not one of them.

“How’s it taste?” he asked. He was leaning in close, his eyes alight and eager. Raven could feel the apprehension fizzing in the air. She let her gaze fall back onto the book and offered merely a one shoulder shrug.

“It was adequate.”

Joy pervaded the air, crowding her senses. Raven risked tearing her gaze away from the pages she was hiding behind, glancing to Beast Boy, who was practically prancing to the kitchen. That odd feeling returned to her stomach, and she suppressed a frown.

Odd.

Raven hummed. The feeling passed, and she mentally shrugged. Today was a weird day; there was no use dwelling on the random, extraneous factors at play. Everything would revert back to its normal place tomorrow, and Raven would forget today’s exchange even happened. She was certain of it. Her gaze drifted back to the book and she read on, falling back into her usual rhythm.

Rain pelted the streets of Jump City, splattering shamelessly onto the impenetrable surface of the blacktop and concrete, as though Mother Nature was determined to slough through to the earthen layer encased below. Raven scowled at the sky, rainwater dripping from her sodden hood into her eyes.

She hated the rain. It was cold, and wet, and dreary. And somehow, she always managed to step into a puddle too deep and get her socks utterly soaked. She wished nothing more than to be holed up in her reading nook, holding a nice mug full of warm tea and enjoying one of her many books.

But, alas, crime never allowed the Titans a day of respite, so here she was, trudging through the rain looking for an idiot villain responsible for a botched robbery. She swore villains got stupider with every passing year.

“Hey, Raven!”

Beast Boy’s voice echoed in the rain, giving her pause. She looked ahead, where he stood in the middle of the street. “What are you doing?” she called. “Get out of there before a car comes.”

He tossed his head back and laughed, a joyous sound that bounced off the steel and glass jungle surrounding them. Raven found herself entranced. Her breath stilled as she took in the sight.

Beast Boy’s head was tipped back, his hair plastered against his forehead and dripping from the rain. His uniform was soaked, and Raven could see the rain glistening on his skin. A smile warmed his features as he stood and basked in the downpour. He looked...beautiful.

Her cheeks stung, and she shoved the thought down into the depths of her mind and locked it away, never to be thought of again. Thoughts like that were dangerous, after all. Besides, Beast Boy would never think of her that way; why even entertain the idea? She shook herself and forced a scowl onto her features. “Stop laughing and come on,” she said. “The sooner we find this idiot, the sooner we get out of the rain.”

Beast Boy turned his head. Rain dripped in his eyes and he blinked, a lazy grin still playing on his lips. “Aw, c’mon, Rae, it’s just a little water.”

Raven’s stomach did a little flip at the sound of her nickname, and she looked away. “Whatever,” she muttered. She tugged her cloak tighter about herself and trudged onward, her mind aswirl with the image of Beast Boy looking up in the rain.

“How do you read in the dark?”

Raven blinked, lowering her book. Shadows pooled across the ops room floor, accompanied by the deepening golden glow from the setting sun. She cut her gaze to Beast Boy, who stood with his back to the window. His hair and skin were outlined in gold, and Raven felt her stomach doing flips again.

It was something that was happening more and more frequently, and Raven wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She pursed her lips into a frown. “I’m not.”

Beast Boy raised a brow. “The sun is setting.”

“So?”

He cocked his head, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Isn’t it getting dark in here?”

It was Raven’s turn to raise her brows. “Can’t you tell?”

Beast Boy shrugged. “I mean I guess. I see just as fine in the dark, though.”

Raven lowered her book to her lap and considered this. It made sense, of course. Beast Boy could change his pupils from the normal round ones, to slits like a cat. She figured that night vision wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities. Raven looked back at her book with a sigh. “Still, there’s plenty of light out to read.”

There was a click, and light flooded across the pages of her book. Raven jerked her head up, only to catch sight of Beast Boy as he wandered away from the lamp that was now on. Heat blossomed from her chest throughout her body, making her fingers and toes tingle. Her heartbeat roared in her ears, and Raven wondered for the first time if maybe there was something more to these sensations than she was willing to admit. She let her gaze linger on the space where Beast Boy had stood, realization rippling in her mind.

The moment he hit the ground, Raven was running. Her feet pounded on the pavement, the sound roaring in her ears, her breaths ragged and desperate. Black energy cracked at her fingertips, and Raven balled her hands into fists.

Beast Boy’s crumpled form came into view, sprawled onto a mountain of rubble that was smeared red beneath him. The sight made Raven’s breath catch in her throat. She clawed her way onto the pile, ignoring how her knees and palms scraped against the concrete. “Gar!” she huffed. “Gar, can you hear me?”

Maybe she sounded a little hysterical. It was hard to keep her emotions in order when she was kneeling on bloodstained rubble, though.

A groan snagged her attention, and Raven gingerly caressed Beast Boy’s face as his eyes flickered open. “Ow,” he croaked. A shaky smile spread across her lips, and she addressed his injuries with trembling hands.

“What hurts?” she asked, breathless. Beast Boy squeezed his eyes shut, pain stitched onto his features.

“Everything,” he mumbled.

Raven snorted. “That helps.” The snark earned her a smile, making her feel warm. Raven allowed the cool whisps of healing tickle her palms, running them slowly down his form. “You need to be careful,” she chided. Raven wasn’t sure what his injuries were, exactly; he was bleeding from numerous places, his leg stuck out weird, and the thought of damaged organs tickled the back of her mind like the remnants of a nightmare. Beast Boy merely chuckled, a garbled, sick sound.

“Nah, I just need to figure out how to punch faster.”

She frowned. He was joking, she knew, but Beast Boy had a bit of a heroic streak. Granted, they were heroes, but Raven didn’t know how launching himself at a villain twice his size and power helped anybody. Especially when he got chucked at the earth and left for dead.

“Rae.”

Raven’s gaze flickered to his, her heart pounding. Beast Boy’s eyes held mountains of evergreen forests, soft and inviting and picturesque. She’d been noticing them more, but now they seemed more breathtaking than ever.

“Hm?”

He struggled to sit up, a wince flickering across his face. Raven splayed a hand on his chest and tried to force him back. “Stop moving, I’m not-”

Beast Boy clasped his hand over hers and gently peeled it away. His expression was soft, and the air around them felt warm. Raven stilled. Her breath stuck in her throat, and she found herself lost amid boughs of evergreens. She didn’t realize how close he was until his breath tickled her cheek, and Raven thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. “I have to heal you,” she said dumbly, before her lips were captured with a kiss.

It was soft, like the affection that swaddled her. Raven had no idea how she didn’t notice it until now; it was thick and warm and sweet, like a never ending sea of honey. And it was directed at her.

They broke apart, a smile playing on Beast Boy’s lips. “Okay, now I’m good.”

Raven rolled her eyes, trying to force her lips into a frown. It was hard, though, especially when bubbles of bliss swelled inside her chest, making her feel light. She clutched fistfuls of Beast Boy’s uniform, anchoring herself to the rubble pile. Floating about during a battle wasn’t exactly helpful, after all. “What was that for?” Raven asked, her voice coming out rough. Beast Boy quirked a brow at her.

“I wanted to.”

The phrase had her heart skittering. Raven took a breath, focusing at the task at hand. There would be plenty of time to sort through her frayed emotions, but now she had a battle to win. Focusing was quite difficult, though, with that fang-toothed grin distracting her.

“Impeccable timing,” she muttered. This only earned her a bigger grin, but Raven couldn’t find it in herself to be truly angry. She continued to heal him, the taste of his lips lingering in her mouth.

It was then, kneeling in a pile of rubble while starbolts and sonic blasts rained around them, her lips tingling from a kiss, that Raven realized that she was smitten. Beast Boy’s injuries vanished under her prowess, and the pain clouding his gaze slowly vanished.

Raven’s hands stilled, and she glanced furtively to Beast Boy. “Better?”

He dipped his head in a nodd. “Thanks, Rae.”

Her gaze slid to his lips, the ghost of their kiss still whispering in her mind. She lurched forward and pressed her lips against his, catching the changeling by surprise. There was a hint of salt and dust, but Raven didn’t care. She kissed him slowly, with purpose. When she pulled back, Beast Boy was staring at her, slack-jawed.

“Damn,” he breathed. Raven smiled, offering only a shrug.

“I wanted to,” she said, tugging up her hood and melting into the rubble. She could hear the echoes of curses streaming from the rubble pile. A smile tugged at her lips.

“Raven, wait!”

Raven threw herself back into the fray, her heart light. She wasn’t worried about the kiss; they had plenty of time to figure out just what this was. For now, though, she was content to bask in his affection for her.

Was this what it was like to fall in love? Perhaps. Either way, Raven was excited to find out.

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First prompt for bbrae week! Whoo!! Lol, I had no idea what to do for this. I kinda went for the whole ‘slice of life’ deal, focusing on the little moments that propel them together. Or something. Anyway, enjoy!! (ALSO quote is from 1984)

-Kat

#bbrae #bbrae week 2018 #day 1 #teen titans #beast boy #raven #can't help falling in love

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