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[ricepisspee]

So my phone got stolen on the subway a couple days ago. When I finally managed to track it using find my iPhone like 16 hours later I saw it was really close to a phone store. I called and asked if my phone got sold there and the guy was like. what kind of phone is it. I explained all this stuff about the model and case and pop socket (but apparently the case and SIM card were gone) and I was talking so fast that I don't think he really understood anyway. Eventually he asked "is the lock screen a picture of... a unicorn smoking weed?" and let me tell you. the SHRIEK of joy that I let out. I love you, Rainbow Dash. I love you, iPhone.

[robronanniversarycelebration]

Precious Time (fic to complement art)

to anna @illgetmerope, for the robron anniversary celebrations i really wanted to pay tribute to you as an amazing artist and thank you for your wonderful art. i wrote three short fics to work alongside three of your favourite art pieces. i hope i managed to do them justice because what i love best about your pieces is the intimacy, emotion and joy that you can feel through the screen. being that i’ve set this in the “now” universe, the fic does have a sad edge but i hope you’ll forgive me.

Precious Time

i.

(art inspiration)

Aaron’s out of breath, his wild heart thrashing under damp skin. He pulls Robert closer, until their foreheads bump and Robert’s fingers climb to the back of his neck. Aaron’s mouth falls ajar and he’s too aware of the sounds he’s making. Gasping. Desperate. Between them, their cocks touch, their hands stroke. Aaron feels like he just might collapse at the knees. Robert stops for a moment to kiss him, and murmur hotly: “I want you. God, I want you.”

The bedroom is dark, the only light from a leak of moonlight between the slats of the blinds and there’s something about the dim that makes everything closer, more intimate.

Robert pulls Aaron by the hips and runs his tongue and teeth against Aaron’s throat and Aaron’s fingers in Robert’s hair feel like a retaliation, tugging and teasing. Then by some magic Aaron has control again, and edges them over to the wall of the bedroom. Robert’s been away on a haulage trip and oh fuck he’s missed this, missed Robert’s body, the size and skill of his hands. There’s only so much memories and late night texts can do.

It’s stupid o’clock and Robert told him not to wait up but he had. He’d sprawled on the sofa, TV on low and pinching himself to stay awake. He’d failed. When he was next aware of his surroundings, Robert was home, creeping around the living room to cover Aaron in a blanket, but Aaron opened an eye and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I told you not to wait,” Robert said with such affection that Aaron pulled him down by the shirt collar for a kiss.

“I wanted to see you.”

After a kiss that was slow and sleepy, Robert pulled away and with suggestion in his voice said, “How tired are you?”  

Aaron leapt off the sofa and then they were upstairs, stark naked, kissing in a sleep-deprived trance. Real conversation could wait for the morning. Robert would ask about the yard, about Liv, and Aaron would hear the trials and tribulations of some complicated haulage route and queues in Dover.

Aaron’s so close to the edge now, but Robert knows him too well and holds back, toying with him. He tries to roll his hips, rub up against Robert, but it’s a game of cat and mouse, Robert wants to delay it. Robert presses his forehead harder against Aaron’s and lets deliberately loud moans cause goose-bumps to appear on Aaron’s skin. He lets sighs and groans morph into extended versions of Aaron’s own name. Other words blend into it too, words like: good, and yes, and, oh like that. Sometimes, Robert admitted to Aaron, he could get hard just by imagining Aaron jerking him off. That’s how good he was.

Aaron feels Robert sinking, aware that in some way they’re holding each other up. He leans some of his weight on Robert’s shoulder and in turn, Robert presses his nose and mouth into the crook of Aaron’s neck and whimpers. Aaron rolls his head to the side and whispers so Robert can hear, a strangled, urgent cry: “I’m gonna come.”

*

ii.

(art inspiration)

There’s a moment where they share the same breath, where neither of them feel like separate people. Aaron loses the second syllable of Robert’s name down the back of his throat and runs his hands over Robert’s chest, transferring heat to all the peaks and shallows of his body. His hands come to a natural fit around his waist that once might have felt like possession but now is just home. Comfort.

What had it been? An argument, a fight. Something quick and hot-tempered, an explosion of shouting, and later when he was alone, tears. Time was falling from them fast and Aaron hated himself – hated them both – for wasting a single second. When they made up they didn’t speak, curling against each other, pressing their noses into skin and hair and clothes and committing it all to memory while pretending they weren’t.

Robert seems taller somehow, like Aaron’s grief is shrinking him day by day. Robert presses his face against Aaron, breathes him in, puts his hands on his shoulders as if to say: I’m right here. Aaron manages to bottle it all up again, the solid presence of Robert’s body giving him a strength he can no longer find just in himself. He understands now why people talk of finding “The One”, why people talk about souls. He’s always thought it’s stupid. He still does when it comes out of the mouths of people who haven’t known love like he has.

He can feel Robert’s heart racing, just like earlier when the frustrating was pulsing away in Robert’s neck. When they’re breathing in tandem again, eyes closed and all Aaron can feel in the slight weight of Robert’s hands, they begin to move. Sway so slightly that an observer wouldn’t even be able to notice. It feels like a lifetime since they danced in front of their friends and family in a pub tackily dressed for every occasion. A bee hanging from the ceiling. Christmas chintz. He was at his happiest, at an impossible place, and yet the day after he knew prison would crush him.

It feels like a lifetime. It feels like yesterday.

Aaron secures his arms around Robert’s waist with a clinging that says: never let me go.

Breathe in, breathe out. He can make this last forever, if he holds on tight enough. He tilts his head so his lips catch Robert’s and then nestles his face in the crook of his neck. He knows, in some way, that every touch is a goodbye now, but he won’t let the thought consume him. He won’t let it win.

*

iii.

(art inspiration)

When they get home on the Sunday, the 6th, the day after their anniversary, with the low-slung sun blaring into their eyes on the drive home from the hotel, they collapse onto the sofa. Their eyes squint to stay open and Robert pulls a rough hand through his unstyled hair before offering to make Aaron a drink.

“I’m fine,” he says and then in a flush of softness, rests his hand on Robert’s knee and his head on his shoulder. “I’m knackered-”

“-but it was worth it.”

Aaron’s smile steals the breath from him. “Hundred percent.”

It’s hard not to let any leak of sadness through but they’d promised themselves through the weekend that this was a time to treasure, to reminisce and be grateful. Not a time to dwell on the future and the what ifs - when had that ever got them anywhere?

They were supposed to be using Mandy’s money for important things, but Robert had reasoned with him that this was their wedding anniversary - their first - and it was an occasion that deserved celebrating in luxury. Robert booked a five-star penthouse suite with its own terrace, a hot tub, a gilded bath in the bedroom. Aaron didn’t want to see the bill and he let Robert organise the whole thing as a surprise, shutting out any pressing thoughts about what their life might look like in a few months to just enjoy the moment. It wasn’t denial. It was survival.

It was second nature in the hotel bed, adrenaline and passion made him euphoric. Robert took every sensation he owned and multiplied it. Toes curled, spine arched, the pressure of pleasure so intense he thought he might have to escape his own skin. Afterwards Robert checked the time on the watch Aaron had gifted him – well, returned – a year ago and then stroked Aaron’s face, thumb stilling on his lip.

“A year ago to the hour, husband,” Robert said.

“Best day of my life,” Aaron said, denying the tears that were threatening and leaned to kiss him, to seal their anniversary with a new vow of its own. To cherish every second.

They didn’t even entertain the idea of going somewhere that evening, it was as much as Robert could do to entice Aaron downstairs to the bar and restaurant for something to eat. But that was after a long, hot soak in the bath, watching Robert lay stark naked as he flicked through the TV channels. Aaron wore a shirt and blazer as promise and then because Robert was nothing but a cheesy bastard, an extra dessert was brought out after they’d finished the first, and placed between them.

Happy Wedding Anniversary x

The waiter gave Robert a subtle nod when he placed it down, candle and everything and said to them, “Congratulations. We heard it was a very special day.”

“It is,” Robert said, filling Aaron’s stunned and aching silence with an adoring smile. “Thank you.”

Aaron stared at the candle, his throat clenching after the waiter had gone. “Can you make a wish if it’s not a birthday?”

“Worth a shot.”

Under the table Aaron gripped his hand and together they closed their eyes and wished for the same thing.

Back at home on the sofa, Aaron feels Robert shift beside him, reaching for something on the coffee table. It’s their wedding album. Aaron knows Robert’s been keeping it out to look at every few days, opening it and closing it like picking at a scab. When it’s out, sitting there, it’s shiny cover, it taunts them, comforts them. Every day has the same atmosphere.

Aaron budges up next to him so they’re comfortably squashed in the arm of the sofa and tucks his arm through Robert’s so they can look through it together. They’re in silence mostly, looking at each picture, each photograph electric with its own memories. They laugh out loud at some of them from the reception, like the one of Faith leaving lipstick marks all over Robert’s cheeks. There are photos of all the family, the doughnut cake, the car, the decorated pub filled with photos taken from their life together. The album tells a story all on its own.  

“It was perfect,” Robert says flicking back to the photo of the two of them after they’d said their vows, when they were walking back down the aisle, confetti, tears and cheers surrounding them.

“Feels like yesterday.”

“We can always do it again,” Robert says with a teasing smile.

“Marrying me twice not enough?”

Robert takes his hand tightly, it’s all bones and knuckles and sincerity. It feels unbreakable.

“Marrying you is the best thing I ever did.”

[dotzilaa]

The Star Player

Writer’s Month Day Seven! Today’s prompt is Sports.

Summary: Supernatural High School AU where Castiel is the yearbook photographer along with Charlie and he needs to get pictures of the soccer team for the final game of the season, and he might have a major crush on the star player, Dean. 

Word Count: 1951 (this is a long one)

   Castiel carefully grips his camera around his neck as he jogs towards the soccer field. The game starts in twenty minutes and he needs to get a picture before the sun goes down. It’s the last game of the season, everyone is hyped, and the team has the homefield advantage. Charlie wants to get a before and after shot of them, so Castiel needs to get there now.

   The team is thankfully on the field already and he makes his way over to the coach. Bobby looks up from his clipboard as he approaches, and he holds up his camera in response. He’s already told Bobby what he needed so all he does is blow his whistle and Castiel flinches.

   “Boys! Get over here!” It takes a minute or two before all of them are gathered around the pair. He catches Dean’s eye and he gives Castiel a blinding smile. Castiel looks away, face flushing a bit. “Castiel here needs to get your picture so line up. You know what to do.” As he waits, he spots Charlie over with the cheerleaders and he refrains from rolling his eyes. She’s supposed to be doing the same thing as him, but he knows she’s just flirting. He looks back to the team and gestures for Bobby to join them. He rolls his eyes but does so.

   He takes a couple steps away and starts snapping pictures, he promises them that if he gets a couple serious ones, they can do goofy ones. Once he gives the go ahead one person immediately jumps on another’s back, another has one in a faux choke hold and many have sprouted bunny ears. He shakes his head but snaps the pictures. Most of them change poses and when he’s done, they crowd around him to see. Dean all but pushes right up against him, throwing an arm over his shoulders and heat seeps into his shoulders.

   “These are great Cas!” Dean smiles that smile again and Castiel can’t stop himself from smiling back.

   “Thank you, Dean.”

   “You’re gonna be a famous photographer one of these days. Just you wait.” Castiel chuckles and looks away from him to make sure that no one will drop his camera.

   “That’s very kind of you.” He replies.

   “Take the compliment Cas. You’re fantastic.” He ruffles Castiel’s hair and then he’s off, calling the rest of the team to get back to warming up.

   Castiel walks over to the benches where the team sits, dropping his bag next to one end and going through the pictures again. He’s already choosing which ones he should use and how to edit them a bit. The lighting and cropping could be better. He rechecks his memory once again, just to make sure that he has enough room for the rest of the game.

   He walks over to Charlie who he knows for sure is flirting because he can hear the giggles from the cheerleaders. She barely spares him a glance as he comes to stand right next to her.

   “So, they’re doing a marathon of the Star Wars movies at the theatre, you only have to pay a little bit more but going will be totally cool. I’m friends with one of the ushers and he said that refills on popcorn and drinks will be free. You want to join me?” The cheerleader she’s talking to looks totally enamored and Castiel holds back a snort.

   “Totally! Sounds really fun. Is it this weekend?”

   “Yep!”

   “Hold on.” She quickly runs to her bag and Charlie sends a smile to Castiel and Castiel only shakes his head. She comes back holding a pen and Charlie diligently holds her arm out for her. The cheerleader writes her number and parts with a text me. Castiel leads Charlie back to where he’s set his stuff.

   “What’s her name?”

   “Anna. And she’s only doing cheerleading because of her mom and she’s totally awesome. She like Star Wars and Star Trek and it a total art nerd. I think I’m in love.”

   “You always think that.”

   “It’s just…” Charlie sighs dramatically. “Girls are so easy to love. Besides, enough about my love life.”

   “You mean we’re not gonna talk about your love life? Oh, the horror!” Charlie playfully shoves him.

   “I’m talking about your love life.”

   “What? Like how nonexistent it is?” Charlie scoffs.

    “Its not nonexistent! You definitely have something going on with Dean.” Castiel huffs.

   “Will you drop this already?”

   “Never.” Castiel sighs, running a hand through his hair. “He’s completely over the moon for you. I don’t think there’s a thing he wouldn’t do for you. All you’d have to do is bat your lashes and pout and he’ll do it without question.”

   “He would not!” Charlie gives him a look.

   “Mmhm.” They settle onto the bench and Castiel hands her his camera so she can look at the pictures. “These are good. I’m thinking we can even use one of the goofy ones in the back of the book.” They devolve into talking about the yearbook and how it’s going to be organized.

   Castiel settles down when the game starts, and Charlie runs off to see if she can get decent pictures of the players as they play for the first half. Castiel brings out his phone, content to just scroll through social media until halftime. He cheers when everyone else does though and does look up from time to time to watch.

   He shuts his phone off when he sees a post talking about fucking pennywise erotica and watches the game hoping that it’ll cleanse his mind. He’s already sent a link to Charlie anyways. His eyes almost immediately pick Dean out and he thinks back to what Charlie said.

   Dean and he met when Dean needed tutoring in his English class because he needed to keep his grades up. Ever since then, they’ve practically been inseparable. Hanging out at each other’s houses, hanging out after games, playing videogames. Its been fun, being with Dean. But he’s not over the moon with him. Definitely not.

   At that moment Dean runs by. He winks at Castiel and gives him a little wave before running back off again. Castiel thinks back to every time Dean did something like this. Every time the team won a game they went to get pie if they could, he almost always waved when Castiel was watching the games, he let him win in video games sometimes, he fixed his bike for him, drove for two hours just to get doughnuts from Castiel’s favorite place on his birthday, let him cry his heart out when Castiel’s parents got into yet another fight which had his mother storming out, giving him these looks like he’s Dean’s whole world. Okay, he might be over the moon with him. And Castiel might be over the moon for him too. He doesn’t know what to do with this information.

   Two minutes till halftime Charlie sits back down. Her hair is now in a ponytail and she gives him a look as she drinks from her water bottle

   “Why do you look like you just discovered the secret to the universe but then wished immediately for ignorance?”

   “How do you even come up with this stuff?”  Charlie shrugs and takes another drink. “Besides the point, you’re right oh my god.”

   “I’m always right. But what am I right about now?”

   “Dean likes me.” Charlie gives him a deadpan look.

   “Congratulations! You’re officially the last to know. You just now figuring this out?”

   “I am having a crisis here Charlie!”

   “So, ask him out at half time.”

   “Absolutely not!”

   “Okay, okay,” Charlie holds her hands up in a placating gesture. “You’re right, he’ll probably be in such a dazed state he’ll throw the second half.”

   “Charlie!” The stands erupt into cheers and they both look back to the game. Adam just scored a goal. Charlie claps and lets out a whoop that has Castiel cringing.

   “Cas, listen. Gather every last drop of courage you have in you and ask Dean out on a date. For the love of god, one of you do it soon or I’m going to just lock you both in a closet, you hear me?” Castiel nods, fully believing she will. The horn goes off and they both jump and turn back to the game once again. The teams run off the field over to their benches.

   Dean comes over minutes later, a towel around his shoulders and water bottle in hand.

   “Hey Cas.”

   “Hello Dean.” Charlie looks between them, gives Castiel a pointed look and walks off. Dean takes her place, leaning his shoulder against Castiel’s.

   Dean takes a sip from his water bottle. “You okay?”

   “Why wouldn’t I be?”

   “Its just when I looked over a couple minutes ago you looked like you were about to throw up. Like you realized you completely forgot you had a test tomorrow and didn’t study at all.” Dean chuckles.

   “You should really be watching the game not me.” He turns and hopes he’s giving Dean his best stern look.

   “Well I apologize that I just can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Castiel sucks in a breath.

   “Dean, I was wondering if-”

   “Dean! Coach needs us!” One of the players, James, comes running up and Dean gives Castiel an apologetic look. Castiel doesn’t know whether to be relived or annoyed.

   “Sorry Cas, later alright? I gotta jet!”

   “No one says that anymore!” He calls out to Dean’s retreating back. He looks over to where Charlie is, easily spotting her with her vibrant red hair. She looks like she’s about to murder someone.

-

   There’s a minute left on the clock and they’re tied. Both him and Charlie, and like everyone else, they’re on the edge of their seats. Charlie is actually biting her nails, glancing from the clock to the players. Saying the time every now and then.

   Their team has the ball. It gets passed from player to player. Five seconds are left on the clock and when Cas looks back, the ball is getting kicked and then Dean doing a fucking jump kick or something like that and it- it goes in the goal! The stands erupt into cheers and the horn goes off. Charlie and Castiel are out of their seats, screaming and clapping with everyone else.

   The team swarms Dean, they’re jumping around, hugging him, and shouting. He’s lifted up and he fist pumps the air while grinning. Charlie is already snapping shots and Castiel and Dean make eye contact. Dean’s grinning and so is Castiel. He feels so happy and proud that his legs are moving before he can process it. Castiel sees his mouth move but doesn’t here him but he’s being put down moments later. Castiel doesn’t stop, breaking into a jog and Dean pushes past his teammates.

   Castiel all but tackles him, jumping up and wrapping himself around Dean and he easily catches him.

   “You fucking won!” Castiel shouts.

   “We won!” Dean shouts back. He adjusts his grip so both hands are holding Castiel’s thighs. Castiel leans back so he can look at Dean’s face. He’s sweaty and flushes, dirt on the side of his face and he fucking reeks- but Castiel doesn’t care. Dean’s face is split into a grin, eyes crinkling and practically sparkling. He doesn’t hesitate and smashes his mouth against Dean’s. Dean’s still for a moment before eagerly responding. Castiel is the first to break away.

   A wide smile is on his face as he takes in Dean surprised and breathless face. “Go out with me. Please?” Dean huffs out a laugh and kisses him again.

   “Hell yes.” He says against Castiel’s lips.

[wastedwishesandhope]

Noche

It was several hours later when Anna woke up. Her bedroom was still filled with darkness but the overflowing light coming from the moon went through the window and the chilly night breeze blowing the curtains to move like a dancing ballerina. She rolled over to her side and there she realized she wasn’t sleeping alone that night. She propped her head on one raise hand, the better to watch Park Jimin as he slept, but otherwise didn’t move. She still felt a bit shaky, and it wasn’t because her muscles had been pushed to their limits, maybe beyond them. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew she’d never be the same again.

She gazed at Jimin’s sleeping face, and a wave of tenderness swept over her, so intense it was more a little terrifying. She suddenly felt the familiar feeling of those nights that she felt so alone and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it.

His face was glowing from the moonlight that serves as a spotlight to boast his perfect facial features. She loves so much his eyes, his plump lips, and even his cheeks. She smiled to herself while tracing every part of his face through her eyes. She felt calm after she surrenders herself to him. Everything that happened tonight felt so magical. She doesn’t want the morning to come up; she wants to stay like this forever, and ever.

Right after her Dad died, she had never felt so loved by anyone again. Given that her beloved best friend but the outspoken love she receives from this man beside her is truly unexplainable. He made her feel things she had never felt before; she experienced genuine happiness through his smiles, kisses, and hugs, and an opposite anguish during back the days he’s not around. He’s a nightmare but a dream, and even he could kill her, she would still stay spending her last sight with the view of his face. That’s how much she loves him, and now, she’s ready to even fight the whole universe. She got no swords but she’ll use her arms to defend him. She got no power but she’ll use her strength to protect him. He may be a vampire, but to Anna, Park Jimin will always remain her angel.

 She leaned in forward and kissed his lips. She felt him smiled and when she looked down at his face, she saw him smiling still with eyes closed. Park Jimin opened his arms and pulled her closer to him. Anna smiled sheepishly and pressed her nose against his neck. She felt his arms tightened around her naked body and he pressed his lips to her forehead. Soft kisses that made her whole again.

  —   —   —

  A tickling little breathes on his neck woke him up. A warmth flesh sticking on his skin like a sweet honey made him feel he was connected to a plug and charging his most likely dead body from stress and exhaustion. Tender hands placed on his chest and when he touched it, a smiled occurred on his lips realizing she was really there, sleeping soundlessly against his. He opened his eyes and the bright sky sprinkled radiance around them like a magical pixie dust in every fairytale. The sun is up and was shouting to wake the whole world up.

He tilted his head a little bit to place a soft kiss on top of her head. His arms around her shoulder. He tried moving but she shows no sign of waking up. He rubbed her arms gently, savoring the warmth he had been longing since the day he decided to leave her alone and devastated. Till now, it was a huge mistake he had ever done in his whole life. Granted after the day he left Wangbi before, too. But Anna’s case was different.

He carefully removed his arms around her, scared he might wake her up. He gets up and remained seated watching her. He had never felt so close to another human being, so… wrapped up in her.

And so afraid of her.

How could he protect her from the cruelty of this world? How could he keep her safe? He knows he can even fight the billion people who would try to hurt her, but how can he fight the possibilities that he- being a vampire might be the only reason that could hurt her so bad someday. Rest assured that she will always stay with him, no matter what, but until when? He’s scared that she even would sacrifice herself just for the sake of him.

 Park Jimin drew a long breath, leaned down and kissed her cheeks. This is a new day, a new beginning for the two of them. A second chance for their love. He realized he should stop over thinking and just savor the moments he have right on his hands.

Careful not to wake Anna, he slid from the bed and found his shorts and jeans. He would rather have remained in bed with her, watching her sleep and waiting patiently for her so they could make love again. But he needs to start prepping up. He has plans to do.

  —  —  —

  Later, Anna woke up stretching her arms to find him next to her, but her eyes opened when she realized she was alone. He wasn’t there. She gazed around the room trying to recall if what happened last night was just a hallucination or a dream, but then she saw her body naked underneath the blankets. Anna fumbled for the clock on the nightstand and it says 10:30 A.M. She immediately gets up from the bed, she don’t know why but she felt the intense anxiety that he might have gone already. She’s afraid that their sex was only a goodbye sex and he’ll be back to his cold self again. Clutching the blanket up to her chest to cover her naked body, Anna walks across the room and saw a gray oversize shirt hanging on the chair.

 “It’s Jimin’s shirt,” she whispered. She have decided to wear it instead and walked outside to her bedroom. A loud noise of metal clanging from the kitchen caught her attention, and then a sound of something’s being fried, too. She quickly runs to see him flipping a fried egg in the pan. Park Jimin was shirtless with his only pants on. His damped hair must have been said he just got out from the shower. His naked back to her and tone muscles showing every now and then whenever his arm flexes.

She’s silently watching him from the door frame when he spoke.

 “Are you enjoying the view?”

 She almost jumped from her spot when he turned around. She blushed and tried to avoid his eyes.

 “H- How did you know that I’m here?” she asked.

 Jimin chuckles and his smug face made her face reddened more. “Are you seriously asking me that? I know everything the moment you opened your eyes from sleep.”

 Oh yeah, I’ve must have underestimated him, she thought.

 “No, you’re not princess,” he answered. Anna accepted her defeat when she realized this guy knows everything. “You better take a shower. You in nothing but only my shirt is testing my self-control. You better be sure that you don’t want me to undress you again right here and make this kitchen counter your new bed,”

 Bloods rushed to her face, she knows her face must have said how embarrassed she was. She squealed and took off running inside the bedroom to dress herself properly. Park Jimin laughed when she saw how her cheeks turned into a tomato. He just shakes his head as he resumes cooking for breakfast.

 Anna was towel drying her hair when she gets back to the kitchen. She was wearing a comfy extra- large white shirt and gray sweatpants. She saw that he’s still not yet done the cooking. She took a big bite of apple sat on the counter and waited for him.

“If you’re hungry you can help yourself. I’ll be done in a minute, I’m just making sure this well- cooked,” Jimin said without looking at her.

She didn’t respond and just watch his still bare- back like a flawless mannequin body. His broad shoulders and two- little dimples just above his bum makes everything outrageous. It was too late when she realized she was already walking towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him from the back. Obviously, Park Jimin was surprised with morning back- hugs but he most likely felt smiling.

Anna closed her eyes, feeling his warmth flesh against her cheeks. Her lips pouting like a little kid thirsty for attention.

 “What’s with the hug? Hmm..” he asked still busy cooking. She remained silent but he felt her shaking her head against his skin. Park Jimin turned off the stove burner and turned around to face her. Her arms remained on his waist and he untangled few strands of her still messy wet hair.

 “Were you scared?” he asked. Anna looked up at him, watching his angelic face in the morning. “I know you’re scared when you woke up and I wasn’t there beside you.” Jimin kept brushing her hair with his fingers, talking without even glancing at her eyes. Her hair sprinkles every time he combs her hair up to the end like a sprinkler in a garden.

 She took a deep breath. “I just thought you’re just a dream and everything that happened was an illusion.”

Jimin stopped what he was doing and plant a kiss on her forehead before he squishes her cheeks between his palm. He laughed when her lips parted open into a pout. He pressed her face between his hands and thought this probably what it feels like when you’re holding the world.

 “I will never leave you again. I promise, princess. I will never ever be gone again.”

 Anna smiled and tip- toed to kiss his lips. He smooched her lips and laughed giggly when she said, “I don’t know why they call you small, but you seem like a tower whenever I’m with you. I had to tip- toed to kiss you,”

 She yelped when Park Jimin suddenly lifted her up and sat her on the chair. “Lets’ eat, we’ll go somewhere today,”

She frowned. “Where?”

He smiled. “You’ll know once we’re there.”

  —  —  —

  Lee Gikwang smiled happily when he welcomed his parents from their trip vacation to London. He was standing alone in the airport wearing a button- up brown shirt, pants and louis vuitton frontrow sneaker he got as a present from her older sister during his birthday. Her mom immediately hugged him and his Dad just smiled when they saw him at the arrivals.

“You both looked you had a good time,” he said. His mom smoothly touches his son’s face before answering.

“I wish we were with you and your sister.”

 An awkward silence grew between them and her Dad had to clear his throat trying to change the topic.

 “We rushed back home when the executive assistant informed me about the progress of your sister’s case.”

 Lee Gikwang scratches his cheeks, a part of his habit whenever he feels uncomfortable. “Uhhh… yes. We’re getting lead for Hyekyung noona’s case, but you shouldn’t stress yourself about it, trust everything to me. I might be still grasping for information’s but I got colleagues who diligently helped me to seek for justice.”

 His Dad heaved a deep sigh. “You shouldn’t carry the responsibility on your shoulder, Gikwang. We allowed you to switch over to a different field of courses but that doesn’t mean we’re giving you the job to fight for the case. We got lawyers—“

 “Dad I am doing this not because it’s my dream to become a prosecutor, but because this isn’t a regular case. It’s my own sister who’s involved with this and I want to make sure we’ll get justice for her death.”

 Mrs. Lee holds his hands, checking his fingers as what she regularly do as a mother, tracing his skin like you were tracing a word in a dictionary looking for a definition.

 “Up until your noona’s death, she’s still supporting your dreams. I wish she could see you getting that degree. I’m sure she will be so proud of you.”

 He remained silent, trying to suppress the waves of loneliness crawls up inside him and stayed after his sister’s death. Lee Hyekyung is two years older than him but she protected him ever since they were little kids, and she even stands up for him when he was pursuing their parents to allow him to go to the law school.

The day she died, he made a pledge that he will take justice right into his hands. He will fight even if it causes his life

  —  —  —

  They were driving back to the Daegu and up until then, he wasn’t saying what are they gonna do there. She was so confused for the whole trip but she better keep remain silent. She thought that maybe he’s planning to do something and it must stay as a surprise. Anna secretly giggles with the thought and Jimin smiled without looking at her when he heard her composing different scenarios inside her head.

It was before noon when they pulled over in a one- hour parking place on Main Street. She looked around and frowned, but even the most suspicious glance around this extremely small and peaceful town could discern no threat or whatsoever; it was a postcard-perfect image of a small town in South Korea.

 “Now what?” she asked.

 He unfastens his seatbelt and bent sideward to unfasten her too. She remained stayed still waiting for his answer.

 “Come with me,” his only answer.

 They both get off from the car and she gets to see the closer looked of the area. Park Jimin walked up to her and took her hand. He led the way, walking beside Anna along the sidewalk toward the edge of town.

 “Where are we going?” she asked him again. They were walking up a slight hill, and the only thing she could see in this direction was a pretty little church at the top of the hill.

“Jimin, why is it that you have to be here?”

He didn’t answer until they stood before the small church. Then he stopped and looked at her gravely. “We’ve come here because I want you to meet someone.”

Even then, she still didn’t understand. He took her hand again and led her around the church and into the neat graveyard behind it. He led her through the graveyard to the very back, where a big oak tree stood bare-limbed in the cold October air.

There was headstone placed where it would be shaded in summer.

 She almost froze to her spot when she read the names written on the headstones as if a big mystery has uncovered yet she couldn’t find the right emotions she should be feeling. She felt Jimin’s hands tightened against hers but she remained immobile the whole time her eyes pierced onto the grave. She was looking deeply convincing herself that if she looked intently, she would see the face of that someone buried underground.

 The name’s written “BAE WANGBI”

 It was her mother’s name—Wangbi.

 She felt a void covered after a long time inside a deep dark part of her. If she could just see her personally, ask her questions and if given a chance, hug her too. She had never experienced a mother’s love and she always dreaming how it would feel if she met her real- biological mother. Her eyes keep reading back and forth each letter engraved on the stone. Her mother’s birth year and the cause of death—Dies in childbirth.

 She had never read three word sentences which were painful as the words written on this tombstone. She wasn’t there but the thought she gave up her own life to give a chance for a new life of a new human being to see the beauty of this world was too overwhelming. It was too late when she realized there are tears in her eyes already.

How great would it be if she had met her mother at least once?

 She wiped her snot and tears on her eyes then she felt him pulling her closer to hug her so tight. “If you wanted to know better your mom, just look at the mirror and you will see her. It’s as if she was reincarnated through her own child.”

Anna laughed at what he said. “You know this sounds awkward, right?”

He just chuckled and gently caress her hair.

  —  —  —

 Mrs. Kim placed a hot tea on the coffee table while Anna was busy looking at the old photos of her mom together with Mrs. Kim. They looked around mid-twenties and both carry a beautiful face, charming smile and a youthful look. Their beauty could be seen on television and she has no doubt on it. She wonders why does her mom look so pretty but she isn’t? They all said she look after her mom but she don’t feel like as pretty as her.

There was this photo where they were both sitting in the middle of a huge strawberry farm. Her mother was wearing a hat while Mrs. Kim was just covering the blinding sunlight through her hands.

 “I honestly don’t know what to feel. This is so strange,” Mrs. Kim opened.

 Anna looked upon her and Mrs. Kim stare directly at her eyes but then looked away laughing awkwardly. “No wonder why I saw Wangbi in you the very first time we’ve met! At first, I thought I saw a ghost because you look paler than her. I think your skin looks fairer than your mother, and your hair was longer than her. You got her round eyes and smile, even the way you speak was all copied. It’s as if she’s not dead but was just living inside you. Every time I look at you, I remember the good old times we’ve spent together. We grew up together. Taehyung’s grandmother took good care of her since your grandparents died when Wangbi was only a child. She grew up like you, she had never experienced the love of her real mother, but then my mother promised she’ll stay by her side, and I was tagged along. We’re more than friends, more like true siblings. She’s like my sister.”

 Park Jimin took a sipped of tea then put it back on the table.  “I’ve even told her that if she wants to get to know her better, she just needs to look at the mirror.”

 They all laughed.

 “Mrs. Kim…” Anna called.  

 “What is it dear?”

 Anna looked at Jimin before continue speaking to her. “Could you please tell me more about her? I want to know her stories.”

 Mrs. Kim smiled widely. “Of course! You’ll stay overnight here, right? We could spend all night long talking about your mom. I can even start telling you her stories while we’re preparing for dinner. The boys will come over so it’ll be a lot of work.”

 She looked puzzled. “The boys?”

 “I called Taehyung… and I hope you don’t mind but I want you to meet the rest of the group. If that will be okay?” Park Jimin said.

 Mrs. Kim butts in, “You could all stay at the old house, it’s big and I just got it clean last week. You can all sleep in there. Take it as a short vacation from the city.”

  “Wait! Hold on!” Anna interrupted, she looked back at Jimin. “When you said… the boys… the group… you mean the… the…”

 He just nodded.

 Her eyes grow big. “No waaaaaaaay!”

 “Don’t you want to meet them? They’ve been accusing me that I’m dating someone so maybe this will be the good time to tell them about you!”

 She gasped. “I know but what I mean is Park Jimin its Bangtan!”

 “And you haven’t realized that the man sitting in front of you is Bangtan, too?” she chuckled.

“That’s a different case! Ghad imagine how would Deby react if she will find out I spend a night with the Bangtan Boys!”

 Park Jimin just laughed and said. “I bet you will be more surprised if I tell you how starstruck she was that ‘The Bangtan Boys’ picked her up at school saying she just won a special prize and the prize will be spending a night with all of us.”

 Her eyes get bigger.

  —  —  —

  It was past 6 pm when they all heard a van pulling over in front of the house. Anna and Mrs. Kim were busy preparing for their meal when Park Jimin announced the arrival of the group. She immediately removed the plastic bag on her hand she used while making kimchi and rushed over to the gate to see them. She was so excited to see them all as if everything was a dream and that dream includes her best friend Deby.

She hides behind the wall and peeks over to see Jimin helping the boys with their bags. She saw Kim Taehyung first run over to see Soonshim- their dog. She then saw Kim fucking Namjoon and Kim fucking Seokjin. They both went inside and bow to greet Mrs. Kim. She hugged the boys and the rest came over, too. She saw Min fucking Yoongi, Jeon fucking Jungkook and the ball of sunshine Jung fucking Hoseok.

 “This must be a dream,” she squeals. “But where’s Deby?” She noticed. Anna looked around and there she saw her best friend standing behind looking so clueless and just smiling trying to decipher everything. Anna decided to reveal herself and went outside the door. Her best friend’s eyes beamed with happiness when she saw Anna. She quickly runs to hug her neglecting that the boys were just standing around them.

 “What the fuck?! They said I won a special award but I can’t remember joining any special games!!! Did you won too?!” Deby asked almost jumping in front of her friend trying to contain her excitement.

“I was also surprised when I heard that! Jimin just told me recently about it!”

“Oh my... fuck Anna, I sat in between Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung for whole fucking hours and I thought I’ll be dead! C’mon check my pulse rate! I might be dead but just a zombie!” she said freaking out.

“Stop it! You look so stupid! Chill, Deby! Taehyung’s mother is here and this is Kim Taehyung’s hometown.”

 Her eyes got bigger than Anna’s eyes before. She gasped with what she heard and shouted, “I THINK THE FUCK NOT?!”

 Anna immediately covered her mouth and looked around them. Deby felt her face turned red when the boys looked at her and she met Mrs. Kim’s eyes too. She was so embarrassed that all she could do is to cover her face with her hair and bow down. Anna saw how Kim Taehyung laughed secretly and immediately hide it when he saw that he was caught by Anna that he's smiling.

Deby meets Mrs. Kim and greeted her courteously, she even apologized for her words and said she just got too excited.

  —  —  —

  After the dinner, Kim Taehyung led the way to the old house not too far from their house. It was his ancestor’s house and nobody wanted to stay there. It’s already 10 o’clock in the evening. The rocky road was too dark but grateful the moon shines so brightly that they don’t even need a flashlight to light their way.

The whole place looks spooky and Jung Hoseok keeps talking how they should just stay back in the main house. Deby was walking next to Kim Seokjin, secretly waiting for the correct timing she could at least hold the hem of his hoodie because even though she doesn’t want to admit, she feels so scared too.

 “Are we heading to hell? Its year 2017 why didn’t they even put light posts here?” Min Yoongi coolly complained. He was walking next to Jung Hoseok who keeps sticking his side to him making sure if ever something happened, he could hide at the back of the brave Min Yoongi.

“I think there were light’s here before. I saw light posts standing on the sidewalk. Maybe it was all broken.” Kim Namjoon said what he observed.

 “Yeah, we used to have lights here but rumor said the ghosts hate it so they all broke it,” Kim Taehyung said in a serious tone and that sends shiver down their spine.

Anna tightened his hold around Jimin’s arms but then her boyfriend just laughs with what he said. He leaned into Anna’s ears to whisper and said, “Don’t believe him. It was all broken because the storm broke all the electrical wires and the town government hasn’t fixed it yet. He’s basically just scaring Hoseok.”

 Jeon Jungkook suddenly made a noise you heard when things get spooky at night. Jung Hoseok literally jumped off and hold at Min Yoongi’s arms screaming.

 “WHATS THAT?! WHATS THAT SOUNDS?!”

 Jungkook laughed so loud. "It was an owl, haven’t heard of it before?”

 Still, Hoseok keeps his hands on Yoongi’s arms.

 “If you won’t let go in five seconds we’ll make sure to offer you for tonight’s ritual,” Yoongi coldly said.

 Hoseok getting tensed up and his face looks so pale. Anna wants to laugh out loud but she knows better, this isn’t the right time. “You know you can’t do that, right? You’ll lose your lead dancer and one of the main rappers! I got a huge fan base as well so basically, the company’s gross income would go down if ever I’ll be dead!”

Yoongi just shows his smug face. “You know we got Jimin and Jungkook to cover you up. Besides, two rappers in a group are enough. If ever we need three for cypher then we can recruit Taehyung in the team. He had wanted to perform Cypher. Right, Taehyung?”

 They heard the boys laughing but then Taehyung still ride in with the joke. “Of course! I got lots of potentials!”

 Suddenly, Kim Seokjin interrupted.

 “What do you call a bird who drinks too much?”

 Nobody answered but Deby who finds it as a great opportunity.

 “What?” she asked showing interest with the joke.

 “An owlcoholic.”

 Again, nobody laughed.

But Deby.

 Anna literally put her palms on her face because of embarrassment. She knows her best friend better and it was her time to shine.

 The group was able to reach the old house even before thirty minutes since they left the main house. That was a long but fun walk.  The boys put down the bag with snacks in the long table placed at the corner of the house. It was an old- style mansion but looks abandoned. The furniture’s shows extravagance but some of them are too old to work or use. Anna and Deby helped to fix the heaters in the middle of the living room. Namjoon and Taehyung both removed the sofa’s, tables and other furniture at the side of the room to make a space in the middle. They have decided to sleep all in the living room since Mrs. Kim said that the bedroom lights of the house are not working anymore.

They put a huge comforter in the middle with blankets and pillows.

 The maknae started to scare his hyung again. “Hoseokie-Hyung, I heard that Taehyungie-hyung’s great- great grandparents used to pull prank on someone who’s most scared in the group? I heard they can even move their eyes on the paintings and they would stare at you till you pass out.”

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook! You think that’s funny? Do you want me to shove your muscles down your mouth?!” Hoseok shouted back.

 “OMG! HE GOT ABS?!” Deby screamed.

 “We all got abs here. We’re just being demure to show our body in front of the camera,” Taehyung interrupted.

 “Can you show me?” she asked with her eyebrows wiggling. Taehyung looks disgusted while staring at her.

 “Anna, can you give me the mustard?” Namjoon asked.  She nods and walks at the table to get the mustard when Seokjin started throwing puns again.

 “What did the mustard say to his friends at the race?” he asked laughing all by himself.

 Again, nobody bothered to pay attention.

Except for Deby. 

Again.

 “What?” she diligently asked.

 “You better ketchup.” And they both laughed together. Jimin and Yoongi both scratch their heads while listening to both of them laughing in their own world.

 “Noona~ did you bring the chicken?” Jungkook asked Anna.

 “Yes, it’s here. Why? Do you want some?” she asked. Park Jimin opened the Tupperware to show him the chicken that they prepared.

 “Ah, thanks~ yes. I’ll just get the plate. I’m hungry again.” The maknae said and rushed to get plates from the plastic.

 And again, Kim Seokjin has another joke to share.

 “What kind of currency do Chicken use?”

 Min Yoongi answered just above his breath but Deby still heard him. “Why the fuck I have to spend night with these weirdos?”

 Deby’s the loyal one who answered him right away. “What?”

 “Bock Bucks.”

 And they both snorted to laugh. Min Yoongi suddenly walked over to Deby.

 “You know the biggest mistake you've ever done in your life? It's answering his stupid jokes. You basically are letting yourself fall into his trap. Run away before he ruins your life forever with his jokes.”

 Taehyung barged in. “I think Seokjin- hyung finally found someone who will laugh with him even with the stupidest joke.”

 “What’s wrong with my jokes? Maybe Deby has sense when it comes to joking, unlike y’all who killed joy!” Seokjin defends.

 Deby almost peed her pants when her bias called her name.

 “I think he’s just being respectful, hyung,” Hoseok answered.

 Namjoon joined their conversation. “Nah, it’s because I’ve found out Jin- hyung is her main bias. Right?”

 They all looked at her. Deby quickly looked at Anna who shakes her head saying it wasn’t her.

 “It’s obvious! Deby- noona keeps herself beside Jin- hyung all the time!” Jungkook said.

 “Being worldwide handsome doesn't mean anything if I’m not her ultimate bias. Right? You’re just jealous! Go! Find your own fans!” Jin bragged then laughed again.

 Anna yelped when Jimin slipped his arms around her. “I don’t need. I got mine here.”

 Yoongi scrunches his nose. “Y’all are so disgusting.”

 “I better listen to Jin- hyung jokes than Jungkook’s scary stories!” Hoseok said.

 Namjoon and Jimin put all their foods in the middle and they’ve planned out to form a circle to make their conversation interesting as if they’re camping outside. They turned off all the light and sat forming a circle with a dim- yellow lamp in the middle. The foods are in the middle, too. Namjoon sitting next to Seokjin, and Deby’s sitting between him and Taehyung again. Next to Taehyung is Jungkook, then Hoseok and Anna. Next to Anna is Jimin sitting beside Namjoon.

 “Where did you meet her, hyung?” Jungkook asked.

 A blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm and he started the story how they met. Some are true but he, of course, kept some things hidden. Taehyung shows that like the rest of the boys, he doesn’t know anything about Jimin’s dating status.

After all these hours, Deby still was so amused that what happening that night was truly unbelievable. She took pictures with them but then Namjoon asked her not to post it online since it might cause rumor and they don’t want that to happen. She promised she’ll keep it till she died, just like her promised to Taehyung that morning they took a selfie together.

Everything feels surreal for Anna. She’s leaning against Jimin’s shoulder while listening to Namjoon’s stories about their practices and even personal life. It seems like they have never treated them as a fans, but as friends. There are only two of them among the seven boys yet they never feel unsafe with them. She felt like they are just like the common circle of friends out there.

 Min Yoongi gets a sushi to eat when Seokjin speaks again.

 “What did the sushi said to bee, hyung?” He’s laughing even he hasn’t said his joke yet.

 Yoongi aggravated when he looked at him. “Since when did a fucking sushi speaks, Kim Seokjin? C’mon, tell me. When did the sushi start speaking? I’m sorry if I’ll throw honorifics here but when did the sushi talks, Seokjin- hyung?”

 They’re on the floor laughing so hard how Yoongi broke into his joke. The eldest glared at him looking upset like a little child. He was trying to hide his laugh then just turned to the woman sitting on his side.

 “I think I’d rather ask you. What did the sushi said to bee?” he asked Deby.

 Looking so helpless, she just chose to answer for the sake of his losing dignity as the eldest member. “What?”

 “Wasabi!” Then he laughed so loud all by himself again. When Deby was about to laugh too, Taehyung suddenly pulled her to turn her around and she was stunned when he did that. She was now facing him and Seokjin automatically reacted.

 “Yah! What are you doing?! Are you trying to steal my only fan here? Go away!” he said then pulled her too with her arms.

 “Yah! Yah! Yah!” Namjoon spoke in between them. “She’s not a toy! She’s hurting! Deby, you better avoid those two abnormals. They’re no good, they might rip off your arms!”

 Hoseok meddles. “And then they accidentally killed you and of course we’re Bangtan and famous, we’ll hide your dead body and burned it to hide evidence. Then we’ll burn each possible evidences here, too. Then Jiminie will take care of your friend. He’ll drug Anna to make her believe that everything she witnessed was just her imagination.”

 “Yah! Are you planning to kill me?!” Deby yells.

 “Just saying what if’s,” he answered.

 “Want to hear a joke about potassium?” Seokjin once again tried.

 “NO!” they all said in unison except the two ladies.

 “K.”

 It took five seconds before they realized he still managed to pull off his joke and he vigorously laughed all by himself again. By this time, when it says alone, not including his ever-supportive only fan that night.

 “Fuck.” Yoongi muttered.

  —  —  —

 It was already midnight and everyone fell asleep except Jimin and Anna who remained awake after the long conversations they shared before one by one passed out. They’re both lying at the end of the comforter. Jimin at the far-out corner, next is Anna, then Deby, Hoseok who’s hugging tightly the snoring Taehyung. Next to him is Jungkook, then Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon.

 “You know, even in my wildest dreams, I’ve never had the thought that I’ll spend a night with y’all boys. I mean that. You made me very happy especially my friend who obviously still in shock whenever she realizes that Bangtan boys are just standing around to her.”

 Anna pressed her lips to his neck while his hands tightened around her frame.

 “If you want we can do this every time we got short breaks,” Jimin suggested.

 “Really?!” she yelped almost getting up to see his face if he’s being serious.

 Anna’s smile widened when he pulled her over on top of him. “It’s going to be interesting, isn’t it?”

 “Oh, yeah,” Jimin said. “That’s one word for it.”